Bf!katsuki Loves To Spoil You Rotten.

Izuku: Do you think that the universe brought us together on purpose? Do you think we were always meant to be soulmates?

Katsuki: Oh my god shut up and go to bed! We have our hero certification test in the morning you damn nerd!

Katsuki:

Katsuki: *whispers* but yeah, fine, we're soulmates ok? Don't make it weird.

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My Masterlist ☺️

I might pass out rn

Boyfriend Headcanons - Tenya Ida

What It’s Like Dating Tenya Iida

The Chivalrous, Devoted, Gentlemanly Boyfriend

Dating Tenya Iida is like stepping into a classic love story where respect, devotion, and romance are top priorities. He is the definition of a gentleman, a boyfriend who cares deeply, supports you unconditionally, and puts in the effort every single day. While he might seem a bit intense at times, his love is steady, reassuring, and full of quiet passion.

The Ultimate Gentleman Boyfriend

Chivalry is not dead when it comes to Iida. He opens doors for you, pulls out chairs, walks on the side of the street closest to the road, and insists on carrying your bags—even if they’re light.

Always incredibly respectful. He never oversteps boundaries, always asks for permission before initiating physical affection, and genuinely values your comfort above everything else.

Formal but endearing. At first, he calls you by your full name with so much respect, but the moment you introduce nicknames? He turns into a flustered mess. Eventually, he warms up to calling you “my love” or “darling” in the most affectionate tone.

Treats dates like an important mission. He plans everything in advance, makes dinner reservations, checks the weather beforehand, and ensures you have the best experience possible.

Goes out of his way to be reliable. If you ever need him, he drops everything to be there. No questions asked. I know what you’re thinking ‘Tenya wouldn’t bend rules or drop important things since he has a sense of responsibility’ but when your relationship begins to progress he truly does see you as his highest priority and nothing is a higher priority than you needing him.

The Extremely Devoted Boyfriend

When Iida loves, he loves with his whole heart. There’s no half-measure with him—you are his priority, his most important person.

Remembers EVERYTHING about you. Your favorite foods, allergies, random childhood memories you mentioned once—he logs it all into his mental database and surprises you with how much he remembers.

Supports your goals like it’s his own mission. No matter what you want to achieve, he’s your biggest fan and will encourage you every step of the way.

Tries to improve himself for you. If you ever mention something you like in a partner, he immediately takes notes and works on it.

The Affectionate, Yet Flustered Boyfriend

Loves physical affection but is super flustered about it at first. The first time you hold his hand? His glasses fog up from how hot his face gets.

Blushes ridiculously easily. You can whisper something sweet in his ear, and he’s done for—completely malfunctioning.

Despite his initial shyness, he LOVES holding you. Cuddling? He’s wrapping you in the warmest, most secure hug ever.

Surprisingly loves subtle PDA. At first, he says something like, “Public displays of affection should be kept minimal to maintain decorum!” But within a few weeks? He’s holding your hand everywhere, kissing your forehead, and pulling you close instinctively.

Loves forehead and temple kisses. It’s his way of showing care, love, and reassurance.

The Overthinking but Well-Meaning Boyfriend

Worries about you constantly. If you so much as sneeze, he’s already searching for symptoms and proper treatments.

Overthinks everything. “Did I text them too much today? Am I being a burden? Do they need space?” He’ll run through a hundred scenarios in his head before making a move.

Apologizes way too much for small things. If he even thinks he’s upset you, he’ll write out a full apology speech and rehearse it before talking to you.

Gets extremely serious about anniversaries and special occasions. He plans surprises in advance, ensures everything is perfect, and makes you feel like royalty on your special day.

Takes feedback very seriously. If you ever tell him you like something—like cuddling more, getting more compliments, etc.—he takes it to heart and improves immediately.

The Protective, Jealous Side (But in a Respectful Way)

Iida doesn’t get possessively jealous, but he does get protective. If someone is flirting with you, he won’t start a fight, but he’ll straighten his posture, adjust his glasses, and step closer to you with a firm, gentlemanly presence.

If someone makes you uncomfortable, his voice drops into something deeper and more commanding. "I believe you have overstayed your welcome." That’s all it takes to make the other person immediately back off.

If you flirt with someone else jokingly to tease him? He immediately goes into a dramatic lecture.

"Darling! Flirting with others is an inappropriate display of affection, and I must insist that you refrain—"

(He stops mid-sentence when you giggle and say, "Relax, I was just teasing you.")

He turns bright red and clears his throat awkwardly. "Ah, I see. I suppose… I was overreacting. My apologies, my love."

The Surprisingly Romantic Side

He may be logical, but he is also incredibly romantic. His love isn’t flashy, but it’s meaningful, deep, and full of devotion.

Sends you the sweetest good morning and goodnight messages. They’re formal but so full of love.

“Good morning, my love! I hope you slept well and that today brings you nothing but success and joy.”

“Goodnight, my darling. May you have the sweetest dreams, and rest well knowing that I cherish you.”

Plans elegant dates, but they always have a personal touch. If you love a certain type of music, he’ll find a place that plays it. If you love a specific dessert, he’ll make sure they serve it wherever you go.

Goes out of his way to make you feel special. If you’re stressed, he’ll bring you your favorite snacks, run a bath for you, and sit beside you in silence if that’s what you need.

Once he’s comfortable, he will whisper sweet things in your ear that make you WEAK.

"You are my most treasured person. I will always be by your side."

"You bring so much joy into my life. I can’t imagine a future without you."

The Best Parts of Dating Iida

Dating Iida means being loved in the most thoughtful, chivalrous way possible.

He is reliable, devoted, and treats you with so much respect and care that you always feel safe and cherished.

There is never any doubt in his love for you. He will always make sure you know exactly how much you mean to him.

His hugs are grounding. When he holds you, he makes you feel like nothing bad can ever happen.

If you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t move at all. He’ll sit there, perfectly still, just watching you sleep with the softest smile.

If you wear his glasses as a joke, he melts. He finds it SO cute but also blushes like crazy.

He never lets you forget how much he loves you. Whether it’s through his words, his actions, or the way he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his life—his love is constant, unwavering, and true.

Final Thoughts

Dating Tenya Iida is like being loved in the most devoted, heartfelt, and respectful way. He may be a little intense at times, overthink things, and get flustered easily, but he genuinely loves you with everything he has. He will always stand by your side, protect you, and support your dreams like they’re his own.No matter what, he will always, always choose you.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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Part 3

Omg first name calling cuz of culture differences is actually the cutest

Hi pookie 🥰

Was wondering if you could write Izuku x reader (fem or gn depending on what you prefer) where reader is a foreigner but also newly in Japan so they don't fully understand Japanese yet? I've seen this concept before and it can be so funny and sweet

No rush at all and thanks in advance 💕

The way I got so excited seeing this ask.

Y’all rush me, PLEASE give me ideas.

Anyways here we go!

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Starting at a new school wasn’t exactly what you had on your bucket list for this year. But thanks to a messy divorce between your parents (or insert any other reason you’d move to Japan idk brh) you and your mom end up moving to Japan.

You stare at the uniform you received with an unimpressed look. The last school you went to didn’t have a uniform, and this one looked extremely..uncomfortable.

You give a heavy sigh and throw it on, looking at the skirt with narrowed eyes. Seemed..short. You snatch some spandex from your closet and put them on underneath, they’re visible but who cares?

After saying goodbye to your mother (or father), you leave your apartment, heading down the street to the school you’d be attending, Aldrea Middle School.

You had done a little Japanese study before, but you couldn’t really speak it fluently- and you couldn’t read any kanji at all. You were worried because- well, you couldn’t speak the native language.

You told yourself you’d be fine, taking some deep breaths and assuring yourself that today was going to go great!

As soon as you stepped foot onto the premise, you could feel the eyes of the other students on you. Everyone..stared. It was to be expected, you definitely didn’t look Japanese, you were also a new face in general so..

You brushed off their stares with a smile, waving to the girls who stared at you as you walked into the building. Your face instantly soured as you walked in, feeling dread hanging over you.

God this was not going to go as well as you thought.

You walked to your first class, looking around with tense shoulders, more stares. “Figures as much” you muttered to yourself as you walked to an empty seat in the back.

You toss down your backpack and sit down, pulling out your phone and ignoring the whispers and sounds of the other students.

The bell rang and you let out a sigh of relief as the teacher walked into the classroom, looking up at the man.

“Today, we have a new student, she’s from (insert country), so try not to give her any grief” and with that, class started.

You let out a second sigh of relief, glad you didn’t have to stand up in front of the class and introduce yourself, and also glad that the teacher seemed to speak English pretty fluently.

As you were taking some notes, you watched an eraser whizz right past you, hitting a boy right in the side of the head. The boy simply sighed and went back to writing. Weird.

That happened a few times during class, people occasionally throwing things at the boy with curly hair. You raised a brow and watched as the other students whispered in Japanese while snickering and gesturing to the boy with curls.

You felt a little bad, wondering what he did to earn such treatment.

As class was dismissed, you looked down at the email on your phone with your schedule on it. You sighed and began to pack your things back into your bag, when you heard commotion. You looked up to see a blonde boy with two brunettes talking to the green haired boy.

You wondered what they were saying, but judging by the green haired boy tensed up, you figured it was nothing good.

You tried to ignore it, but a small yelp made you look up, only to see the blonde gripping the curly haired boy’s uniform. Finally, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You puffed out your chest and walked over to them, before grabbing the blonde’s hand.

“Let go.” You said in English, however, the blonde just looked pissed. He narrowed his eyes and muttered something in Japanese, to which you assumed was an insult. “Hey! I said let go. You’re being rude.” You glared at the blonde boy, clearly not tolerating his treatment towards Curls (you’d affectionately labeled the boy with- you guessed it -curly hair).

The blonde let go of Curls, and turned to face you, to which you crossed your arms and frowned at him. He raised a brow and spoke in Japanese, narrowing his eyes at you and stalking closer to you, almost threateningly.

“You’re being rude. Mean. God you probably can’t understand what I’m saying.” You sighed and the blonde scoffed “You asshole” the blonde shot back. You couldn’t tell if he actually understood you, or if he just knew bits of English, like how to insult people.

You narrowed your eyes at him before huffing. You grabbed Curls by his uniform, grabbed your backpack and dragged him away from the blonde.

The boy with curly hair was staring at you in awe. You were..amazing!

You set him up outside of the classroom, smiling at him “hi, sorry for dragging you out like that” you said in English, hoping he understood you.

He just stared blankly at you and you sighed “oh great..” you mumbled before pulling out your phone, you quickly typed out what you said to him a second ago, and had google translate read it out in Japanese.

He brightened and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck and holding up his other hand as he said..something.

You smiled a little, he was adorable despite not speaking English. You typed into the translator, asking him what his name was. The boy blushed a little bit smiled sheepishly “Midoriya Izuku” he said with a dimpled grin.

Your smile widened, and you felt a warmth spread in your chest. This boy was absolutely positively adorable. You pointed to yourself “Y/n, Y/n L/n” you spoke slowly, ensuring he actually understood what you were saying.

“L/n-chan?” He repeated, angling his head to the side “no no, Y/n” you corrected, smiling and trying to work with him, despite the language barrier.

Izuku blinked for a second, before smiling sheepishly “Y-Y/n-chan..?” He asked hesitantly, his cheeks a little red and his hands fidgety.

You nodded approvingly “that’s right! Nice to meet you Izuku!” You shook his hand, while he stared at you with a red face. Did you just call him Izuku..?

He smiled shyly and gently held your hand in his. He could tell the two of you were going to be good friends.

I love when y’all send me asks bc like, rhen I know what the people WANT. Anyways thank you for the ask! It was fun to write this!

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bakugo x fem!reader

Summary: You introduce Bakugo to your son for the first time since you started dating. Single mom Au

Bakugo's hands were glistening with sweat, every second he was wiping his palms on his pants in hopes they would dry.

King Explosion Murder God Dynamight doesn't get nervous, not in the face of danger, and especially not when he had to meet a four year old child.

But here he is, standing outside your apartment door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, some take out for the three of you, and a plushy from his unreleased merch line for your son.

You guys have been dating for four amazing months and finally decided it was the perfect time for him to meet your treasure. Your son's father was out of the picture, even out of the birth certificate, but you and your baby didn't care. You had each other and you loved him to the fullest.

The door rang and before you could answer, you heard your son beat you to it.

Standing tall was the scarred, loud mouth, blonde that your son would see on tv sometimes, and heard when his mom was on the phone.

Starring back at Bakugo was a small boy, only three apples tall with the cutest expression as he opened the door.

"Hello mister!" Said your son, not an once of danger in his head.

"Hey kid, hasn't your mom ever told you not to open the door for strangers?" Asked Bakugo, his hero mind questioning if your son knew about stranger danger.

"Oh yeah...Mom a boy is here!" Your son yelled. Bakugo could hear your hurried footsteps rush down the hall before you came into view. Even when you were relaxed and wearing lounge clothes, he saw you as a picture of perfection.

Your boy rushed off not a moment later, wanting to go back to playing with his toys. You greeted Bakugo with an excited smile as you rushed to hug him. He returned it, adjusting his grip to make sure the flowers didn't get crushed as he held you.

After a couple of seconds you ushered him in, directing him towards the couch as you went off to find a vase for the flowers.

Your son was playing with his action figures, a little model of the city scattered around the floor. Bakugo recognized the hero and villain voice lines as he got closer, a reenactment from the recent hero movie that just got released.

He couldn't even sit on the couch before your son spotted him and dragged him to the floor, shoving the villain toy in his hand.

"You're the villain and I'm the hero, got it!" Said your son, he wasn't shy and if his mom knew this blonde haired man then obviously he's isn't a stranger.

"But what if I want to play as the hero?" Questioned Bakugo, even as pretend he strived to be a hero. "No! I'm gonna be a hero, just like my favorite person in the whole world!" Your son stated, enthusiasm heavy in his tone. "Oh yeah, and who would that be?" Bakugo raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear who this little boy looked up too.

"Obviously the number one hero Deku!" He exclaimed.

The silence was loud.

Bakugo could feel the record scratch that just went off in his head. Trying to save face he asked him, "What about the awesome Dynamight, he's way cooler than Deku." He pressed, pulling his hero plush out from behind him.

Your son looked at the plush, staring at it in silence before he got up and ran to his room. Bakugo was stunned, but not even a second later the pattering of feet could be heard and your son came back. In his hands was the limited edition Deku plushy, "You can keep that one mister, I have my own that my mom got me!" He exclaimed.

Bakugo was to shocked to speak, how could you never tell him your son was a Deku fanboy. He felt like he was just stabbed through the heart and betrayed by his kingdom.

The small child didn't notice Bakugo's change in demeanor and happily continued playing with his toys. While Bakugo was sitting in silence rethinking all his life choices that led up to this moment.

You called both of your boys into the kitchen to eat, your son blasting off once he heard food was ready while your boyfriend slowly trudged after him.

As all of you settled down to eat, your boy started blabbering questions to Bakugo. Nothing was off the table, from his favorite color, to if he loved his mommy. That question had you choking on your food as you tried to hide your flustered expression.

Bakugo surprisingly answered all his questions honestly and with the tone suited for talking to a child, still a little gruff but at least he wasn't shouting. You were happy seeing your boys getting along, even though you knew they would get along you were still nervous.

Caught up in your feelings, you didn't hear your son asking you something. "Mom did you know mister likes heroes too!" He gushed. You couldn't help but smirk hearing that, giving your boyfriend the side eye. "Can I show him my Deku collection? Please mom!" Your son pressed.

"Collection?" Bakugo questioned, his face had a look of confusion as he glanced between you and the boy.

You nodded to your son before he was out of his chair and dragging Bakugo by his finger towards his room. You silently followed them, as you waiting for your boyfriend's reaction to the grand reveal.

Your son's door opened and Bakugo stopped in his tracks and he took in the room.

Everything was Deku themed.

From the bedsheets to the furniture, the decorations on the walls and on his desk, all he saw was Midoriyas face.

The closest door was cracked open and inside he saw a Deku's hero costume as a onesie. The same kind that he and Midoriya wore when they were children.

He looked at you, staring into your eyes with the look of betrayal written on his face. You couldn't help but snicker at his expression. Enjoying his misery as your son showed him around his room and talked about all his decorations in great detail.

Funnily enough Bakugo gave your son more information about Deku that wasn't even public knowledge and told him only a real fan would know that stuff. Your son's eyes twinkled as he hung on to your boyfriends every word, his view of him was of an angel when Bakugo promised to bring him a rare collectors card next time he came over.

The three of you had a great time and Bakugo only left just after your son fell asleep. As you walked him to the door he couldn't help but give you a pointed look. "You set me up." He stated, grabbing you close. "I don't know what you're talking about.?" You feigned ignorance, trying to look as innocent as possible. Bakugo just huffed, shaking his head lightly as he gave you a goodbye kiss.

On his ride in the elevator he whipped out his phone to send a quick text. "You better be at my place with your card collection by the time I get home."

All the way across town was Midoriya staring at his phone confused at the text Bakugo randomly sent him.

Hyun Ju is the cutest thing I've ever seen 😭

Cr. brownngreen on tiktok

SMAU where (your idea) they’re oblivious to you confessing, and maybe it literally breaks your heart and then they’re like “WAIT I LIKE YOO TOO WAIT”

Please?

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texts with the bnha guys; fem! reader (aged up) characters included: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou.

warnings: sfw, fluff, pre-relationship, angst if you squint

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AGHHH sitting on bf! katsuki's shoulders while he cooks to make up for skipping the gym.

katsuki was supposed to hit the gym today. he really was. but the moment you wrapped yourself around him in bed, all thoughts of training went out the window.

“shit,” he muttered, stretching his arms above his head. “didn’t even work out today.”

you, still groggy but entirely unrepentant, grinned and nuzzled into his neck. “you worked out your patience.”

"yeah? and you worked out my ability to say no.”

you grinned wider. “exactly.”

even after every time he tried to move to adjust himself, you clung to him like a koala, nuzzling into his chest, whining about how warm and comfortable he was. and damn it, how was he supposed to leave when you looked so damn cute?

so yeah, gym? skipped. gains? delayed. but cuddles? so fucking worth it.

now, in the kitchen, katsuki is making up for it. sort of. with you sitting comfortably on his broad shoulders.

he'd already deadlifted you a few times while waiting for the pancake to cook, grumbling half-heartedly when you cheered like he was performing in the olympics.

"you're way too happy about this," he muttered, flipping a pancake with precision despite your weight balanced on his shoulders.

"that's because you're my personal chef now," you teased, playing with the strands of his hair like you were styling them. "and i'm basically remy."

"tch... the rat from ratatouille?"

"yeah!"

he snorted, shaking his head slightly to mess up whatever you were doing. "the hell you are. you ain't cookin’ shit."

"excuse you! i am the mastermind behind this whole operation, thank you very much. you're just my hands."

katsuki rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide the smirk tugging at his lips. "yeah? then where's my little chef hat, huh?"

you gasped dramatically. "oh my god, we need to get you one!"

"like hell we do," he scoffed, adjusting his grip on your legs as he effortlessly lifted you up again, just because he could. you let out a small squeak, gripping onto his hair, and he chuckled.

"okay, okay, you're strong, we get it," you laughed, ruffling his hair. "now, my strong, muscular, incredibly attractive boyfriend—flip that pancake before it burns."

“i ain't lettin’ you control me," katsuki clicked his tongue but did as you commanded, all while holding you up like you weighed nothing. he should’ve gone to the gym today, sure—but honestly? this was way better.

"i practically do," you tug lightly on his hair, and to your delight, his head moves slightly in the direction you pull.

katsuki freezes. “...did you just try to steer me like a damn car?”

you laugh. “maybe.”

“hmph, you’re lucky i love you,” he mutters, adjusting your weight like it’s nothing. “but if you try to puppet-master me again, i’m droppin’ your ass.”

you grin, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “i love you too. and no you won’t.”

katsuki sighs, but you feel his shoulders shake with a quiet chuckle. yeah, okay, maybe he won’t.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ saw this on twt but i cant find the video again☹️☹️ hope you enjoyed!!💜

For some reason this made motherly instincts kick inside of me, now I wanna comfort user for falling 🥹

if i make a typo u need to know im just a really small dude running around on my keyboargd pressing keys really fast and i tripped :(

guess who had an eventful night 🍑

[aged-up characters]

all credits to the original artist @nitro_sugar on X