#Katsuki omega

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Headcanon Ômega Bakugo

Ômega Bakugo descobrindo a gravidez x leitor masculino (male reader)

• Bakugo começou a notar mudanças estranhas em seu corpo e emoções. Começando a suspeitar que algo estava diferente, Bakugo fez um teste de gravidez - e para sua surpresa, o resultado foi positivo.

° No momento em que Bakugo descobriu que estava grávido, uma mistura de emoções o envolveu. Enquanto sua mente tivesse orgulho de suas conquistas e de seus poderes explosivos, o fato de ser um ômega grávido o deixou com muitas perguntas e incertezas. No entanto, ele estava determinado a enfrentar essa nova fase de sua vida de cabeça erguida.

• Logo após a descoberta, Bakugo decidiu contar a você sobre sua gravidez. Bakugo queria abordar o assunto com cuidado. Ele escolheu um momento em que ambos estavam relaxados em casa para ter a conversa. Ele conduziu com carinho, o lado que ele apenas mostrava a você.

° Você recebeu a notícia com ternura e empatia, abraçando Bakugo e prometendo estar ao seu lado durante toda a gravidez. Você expressou sua alegria de se tornar pai e disse que estava pronto para enfrentar qualquer desafio ao lado de seu parceiro de longa data.

• Quanto à gravidez de Bakugo, ela trouxe consigo suas próprias lutas. Enquanto continuava com o trabalho de herói, Bakugo também precisava se concentrar em cuidar de sua saúde e bem-estar. Ele se tornou mais consciente de sua nutrição, dormia o suficiente e evitava situações que pudessem afetar sua gravidez.

° Naturalmente, a notícia se espalhou rapidamente por todos os lugares. A princípio, alguns mostraram surpresa ou até mesmo choque, mas logo se transformaram em apoio e celebração. Todos os amigos de Bakugo o incentivaram e até organizaram um chá de bebê surpresa para demonstrar seu afeto.

• Durante a gravidez, Bakugo continuou a treinar e trabalhar, mas agora com uma mentalidade ainda mais determinada. Ele queria ser o menor herói não apenas para proteger os outros, mas também para proteger sua futura família. Você esteve ao seu lado em todas as consultas médicas, ultrassons e momentos importantes, garantindo que Bakugo se sentisse apoiado e amado.

° Enquanto a data do parto se aproximava, Bakugo e você se prepararam para receber seu filho com muito entusiasmo e amor. Vocês decoraram o quarto do bebê juntos, escolheram um nome adequado e compartilharam alegria e expectativa com todos ao seu redor.

• Finalmente, o dia tão esperado chegou. Bakugo deu à luz seu filho em um ambiente seguro e acolhedor, com você ao seu lado, segurando sua mão e encorajando-o a cada momento.

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Could you do a long imagine about katsuki and the reader having like 5 kids but all boys. So the reader is already soon done with her current pregnancy and you write about the birth and sooo much fluff to soon see that it’s a girl and all of their sons meet her and katsuki becomes very protective over both his daughter and wife as well as the sons. 🤍

Brat

Katsuki couldn't help it. His hands flew to his pregnant wife's stomach, first thing after returning from work. Even with 5 of his little firecrackers attached to him eager to greet him after a long day with him, Katsuki needed his wife first to make up for all the extras he dealt with that day.

His head buried into her neck, his gloves tossed away on the coffee table which he rushed to get rid of with his teeth earlier when he walked through the door. He needs to breathe her in, the little kick against his hand letting him know his unborn brat missed him too.

Peeling himself off her with much reluctance, he sighs softly, lifting his youngest two boys, Haru and Hiro. The five-year-old twins immediately latch onto him like glue, while Katsuki ruffled his other three boys' heads. Ryu, Akio, and Kenji being old enough not to cling to him like the five-year-olds, yet excited enough to hear about his day's adventures.

"Ya' brats, missed your old man huh?"

Katsuki smirks. Despite the day's worth of exhaustion, seeping into his bones, he is just happy to be back with his family as he makes his way to the couch. Making sure his wife is taken care of, even with the two five-year-olds on his lap, Katsuki couldn't help but dote on his sweet little pregnant wife. He runs his hand on her back, rubbing her lower back gently, knowing it usually gives her trouble during her pregnancy.

"Did ya' miss me too, little mama?"

Katsuki rasps into her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Earning himself a shy giggle, and a shove to the chest, "fucking gorgeous" He thought.

The family sat around for a bit, catching up on their day. Ryu shares his day at middle school, Akio and Kenji proudly bragging about their primary school activities, and the twins rambling about their Lego towers. Katsuki loved every single one of their stories. Ryu, taking his mother's personality, was soft-spoken and kind in his speech at all times, while Akio was brash, loud, and rough around the edges, fighting things head first. Kenji was two years younger than Akio, but no less of a Bakugou. While the twins were a little bit of their parents, Katsuki's rough mannerisms and their mom's kindness.

While the family lounged over after dinner, the older boys played their games on the TV, while the twins lay on their mother's legs, rambling about something Katsuki wasn't quite focused on. What did have his attention was his wife's heavily pregnant baby bump, rubbing it gently while he had his cheek pressed to her shoulder.

He was however focused on the gentle movement he felt under his hand. He had yet to tell his wife this, but he wished so desperately for this brat to be a baby girl.

During the first couple of pregnancies, Katsuki had wished otherwise, the fear of having a baby already had him in a chokehold, and he didn't want the added pressure of having a baby girl. He always thought if it was a boy he wouldn't have much trouble bonding with them since he would be able to relate more to them. But now after having his five brats, his heart ached for a baby girl.

When the time finally came, Katsuki was more than well prepared for this rodeo. Being four times more experienced in this than any other dad, Katsuki prided himself on how much ease he was able to take control of the situation. Guiding the boys to the car, while he smoothly lifts her wife in his arms, a little pink tote bag hanging off his shoulder, the one they had meticulously packed together for the delivery.

The drive to the hospital should have been easy. And it was rather easy, given that he had his wife beside him in the passenger seat, her hand clutching his wrist of the hand he had placed on her thigh firmly. His little Bakugous were in the back, as calm as the kids could have been except for the worried questions from the twins who couldn't help but peek over at their mother, little worry lines on their foreheads. So although the drive was rather controlled, his finger dug slightly into his wife's thighs, his eyes fleeting occasionally at the pink tote bag on her lap. Just this one time he wants to pray. He really wanted a little baby girl.

The kids stood outside the delivery ward, with Mitsuki and Masaru. Little Hiro and Haru tucked into Katsuki's mother's chest, clutching her blouse while they waited to be reunited with their parents. Ryu stood by his grandfather, who rubbed Akio and Kenji's shoulders, a silent comfort for the protective boys who mimicked their dad's impassive frown, not giving away their concerns.

After what seemed like forever for the young kids waiting outside, the silence except for the light snores from the twins was filled with a loud wet cry. Mitsuki couldn't help her lips from curling upwards, as she turned to meet her husband's eyes who matched her expression with a wide grin on his own.

"It seems like your baby sibling is here, boys"

Masaru exclaimed, patting the boys' back in a good ole' jolly fashion.

Inside the room little did they know along with the latest addition to the family, crying, was Mitsuki and Masaru's son, shedding his own tears. That, of course, he wasn't gonna let anyone see, with his head buried into his wife's hair, the father of five boys, cried like it was his first baby. It wasn't, but it was his first baby girl, one that his heart craved so deeply. Another little life they had made together, another little lady he would cherish in his life.

Clutching his little wife, Katsuki cried silently, the sole clues of that being his wet tears dampening his wife's hair and the little shake of his massive shoulders.

"She's got you all soft already huh?"

His wife teased weakly, tilting her head to meet his lips for a kiss. Despite her words earning her a growl, Katsuki only pressed himself closer, seeking the comfort of her lips. His warm fingers gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her the way she deserved, for giving him another precious little bundle to love. Breaking the kiss only when the nurse brought his little brat, wrapped neatly in a pink swaddle, to him.

His heart soared through the sky as he took his little lady in his arms, cradling her to his chest. "Fuck- she felt smaller than any of his boys were when they were born''

Bringing over his little love to his wife, Katsuki couldn't help but soften just a tad bit more while handling his little girl. He could die for that tiny creature he only met a while ago.

The quiet moment between the couple didn't last long though. His five brash boys ran into the room as soon as the nurse allowed them, his parents waiting outside to give their son's family some time together.

Katsuki immediately straightened up however at the sight of his rough boys, holding his little baby even closer to himself than before.

"Oi brats! You'll scare your little sister"

He scolds his boys lightly, understanding their eagerness to meet the baby, holding out an arm pointing at the little sanitizer by the delivery room's door

"Clean up before ya get ya crusty little hands on chubs, okay?"

He smirks at the choir of groans from his boys who caved in at their dad's commands.

Once the boys were satisfactorily clean to Katsuki's standards, he sat down on a little stool by his wife's bed, holding his little brat, eye level to the rest of his boys to see.

"Meet your mommy's little leech, Sakura" He smirked proudly.

While Hiro and Haru awed awfully loud for their tiny bodies, Ryu glanced at his mom, watching her fond gaze set on Katsuki, her tired eyes sparkling with amusement. While Akio and Kenji argued over who gets to hold their baby sister first, Katsuki inserted himself in the little wrangle. Which obviously ended in no one winning and instead Katsuki had to watch his wife take away his little princess and hand her over to their oldest who proudly held her to his chest, the twins, poking and touching her with their overflowing curiosity.

Leaving Akio and Kenji to sulk for a bit, Katsuki turns over to his wife, scooting into the little space she had made for him beside her in the hospital bed. His big beefy arms wrapped around her, cupping her cheek, holding his little wife to his wife.

"You're a fucking goddess" He grumbles under his breath, rubbing her back.

"I guess that'll be our last little Bakugou for now huh?"

"Until you start craving for another little princess"

His wife chides back, a single pointed finger poking his pec, to which Katsuki only smirks, knowing it was more likely than he let on, especially when his boys fuss about his little girl the way they did. Only nuzzling his face in her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin.

"I'll need another baby girl if your brats keep hogging my chubs"

no cuz fr?!!! Katsuki once, he's seen his girl pregnant, it's just a downward spiral. He's never stopping. Just keep them babies coming 😭

Anyways! I have tons of fun writing this one, I hope you liked it! My asks are open for more requests.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

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you text them that you're in heat pt.1

alpha! izu, kiri, katsuki, shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — swearing, suggestive

pt.2

a/n: my first ever smau!!

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I was re-reading the adoption alpha Kiri and bakugo and omega son reader. I was thinking about what if they take him to get nesting materials because of course omegas need a nest. When the babe gets home he just starts making a messy but comfortable nest and wants his dads to take a nap with him in his newly made nest.

Title: adoption 5

Fandom: bnha

Characters: kirishima - bakugo

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: kiribaku

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, child reader, fluff, cute, dads kiribaku

Notes:

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(Name) Needed a nest, he may be a tiny tot who spoke nonsense 99% of the time but the tiny little nests he makes everywhere was a sign.

And being pro heroes meant basically unlimited money for the little one, taking him to a nesting store with a giant cart as Bakugo carried the babe around and Kirishima put anything the boy cuddled into the cart, blankets to pillows to stuffed animals.

"Papappaa" (name) babbled at the dynamite blanket and dragged it off the shelf, pulling a few things with him that Bakugo put back quickly and tossed the blanket into the cart "look, all for you!" He said lifting the boy into his arms as they went to checkout "me?" (Name) Pointed to himself and Kirishima cooed at their son "yeah, all for you!"

(Name) Was a bit overwhelmed when they got home and the little one looked around for a spot to make his nest, dragging his little blankie around till he decided on the best place he could think.

The office closet was perfect, where his papas spent time and subsequently (name) when the boy wanted cuddles while they worked. The alphas helped their little one make a nest, scenting for him when he whined at the smell, not getting why it didn't already smell like papa "papa..." He said teary eyed and Kirishima chuckled as he gave him a scented blanket and took an unscented one.

The nest was messy to say the least, it was made by a toddler with the parental assistance but when he grabbed their hands to go in as the final touch, they melted "oh good job! Such a nice nest!" (Name) Crawled into Katsukis lap and promptly passed out as the two chatted amongst themselves and took pictures of them in the cute nest, little (name) completely content with his dad's.

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (10)

So it’s been a while, huh? I think the beginning of the year crashed into me like a bulldozer, and I wasn’t in the mood to write. Well, I did write, but everything looked like shit from the butt. But at last, I managed to push through it. I tried something different with the writing here, so I hope it’s better than my previous work. Enjoy!

Tags: Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Pack! X fem!Reader ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; smut eventually ; fem!Reader ; afab!Reader

09 <- 10 -> 11

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Izuku truly wished they could put this whole incident behind them and move on. He had hoped that once Todoroki sent an email to the hospital director—a carefully worded, deeply sincere apology addressed to Doctor L/N and the hospital, sent the day after his failed attempt at apologizing in person— would lift some of the weight off Todoroki and Kirishima’s shoulders. That soon enough, things would settle, and the pack would be back to normal.

But from the moment Todoroki first told them what had happened, Izuku had a bad feeling. He knew that Todoroki going to the hospital alone to apologize was the right thing to do, but there had been something in Todoroki’s eyes, a sharp glint of excitement that didn’t sit right with him. And when he’d returned home that night, he’d found him on the couch, motionless, his hand buried in a bowl of peach slices and his fingers sticky with juice. His expression vacant, and absent. Kirishima hadn’t been the same either. If anything, after hearing about the failed apology attempt, he had gotten worse. Somehow, a single alpha, one Izuku had never even met, had managed to throw his entire pack into chaos.

Rationally, he knew it wasn’t the doctor’s fault. If anyone was to blame, it was his mates. But the whole situation was so strange, so frustrating, that he couldn’t help understand how the hell they had ended up here. He’d tried to ask Todoroki about the alpha, about you, but all he got was a name, and something about the way Todoroki said it made him hesitate to press any further. When he turned to Kirishima, he got even less. The redhead had been too angry that day to remember much at all. All he recalled, a few days later, was an unfamiliar fruity scent mixed with Todoroki’s before he broke the door open.

Now, three days had passed, yet the air in their apartment only grew heavier. And Todoroki—Todoroki was hardly there at all, more shadow than man. He spent most of his days asleep, and when he was awake, he barely moved, barely spoke. Just sat there, eyes fixed on the wall with an hollow expression, as if he were somewhere far beyond their reach. He wasn’t eating either, at least not enough. He’d claimed to have no appetite. The only thing Todoroki had asked for—had eaten without hesitation—was peaches. Not just a few, but an almost absurd amount, day after day, like he was possessed. He would sit there, silent and distant, methodically working through bowl after bowl, as if peaches were the only thing tethering him to reality. And the strangest part? He never seemed satisfied. No matter how many he ate, it was never enough. Since when did Todoroki even like peaches this much? Izuku had no idea and he was getting weird out by the sheer amount of peach’s pits in their trash can.

Izuku had tried to get him to eat more, something other than just peaches. He tried a soft approach, casually suggesting he add something else to his plate, like rice or any protein, just to balance it out. But no matter how he went about it, Todoroki refused every time, just shaking his head and mumbling that he wasn’t hungry. Kirishima’s attempts weren’t successful either, he had brought home soba from Todoroki’s favorite spot, but Todoroki only took a couple of bites before pushing the bowl away. Katsuki couldn’t do any of the gentle approaches. He had yelled, scowled, and was a breath away from shoving food down Todoroki’s throat. But none of it worked. It was like trying to start a fire with wet wood—Todoroki just sat there, blank-eyed and distant, completely unreachable.

It was a mess. A complete, exhausting mess. And if Todoroki was worrying him to death, Kirishima wasn’t far behind.

At least he was still functional—he still ate, still spoke, still went to work—but there was something off. He was quieter, his usual warmth dulled at the edges. Kirishima was their glue, the one who lifted their spirits and held them together when things got rough, but ever since they failed to get through to the hospital—failed to contact you—he hadn’t been himself fully. The only response they had gotten to Todoroki’s email was a generic, automated reply, and that had done nothing but add to Kirishima’s guilt.

Izuku sat on the couch, his laptop on the coffee table while he absentmindedly tapped his fingers against his knee, his thoughts running in circles.

This wasn’t the first time Todoroki had been reckless. Beneath that calm exterior, he could be just as stubborn as Katsuki and him, even rash. But this? The complete detachment, the disregard for his own well-being, the strange obsession with a single food ? It wasn’t just a quiet withdrawal from his pack, It was like he’d stopped caring about himself completely. And that’s worried Izuku to death. He felt sick and helpless, and powerless. Why is this happening? His thoughts spiraled, fast and frantic. Was there something we missed? Maybe he’s just really tired and it will all get sort out ? But this isn’t like him. He’s shutting everyone out. Izuku’s chest tightened. What if I can’t fix this? What if it’s already too late? His mind kept racing, as it always did, with no answers, just more and more questions.

The coldness from their mate reminded him too much of their early high school days, when Todoroki had been a boy made of ice, all sharp edges and frozen shut doors. Izuku felt like the bond they shared had frayed, leaving him disconnected, adrift, as if though he was fading from their grasp.

The pieces didn’t add up. Frankly, the more he thought about it, the stranger it became. How had a simple visit to the hospital turned into this? What exactly had happened in that room? Izuku couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. And when he felt like that, he did what he always did—he investigated.

He started with the hospital itself, combing through their website, news articles, and patient reviews. Most of it was clean. No major scandals, no malpractice lawsuits, no patient complaints that weren’t immediately resolved. Still unsatisfied, he called the hospital again, this time pushing harder for answers but all he got was a meeting with the director of the hospital tomorrow afternoon which was better than nothing.

After that call, something clicked. When Todoroki came back home, he’d been in heat—and Kirishima had stayed with him through it. But it had been early, too early. The pack tracked their cycles meticulously, they had to. If all of them ended up « indisposed » at the same time, and a high-profile villain struck, it would be a disaster.

This wasn’t just odd. It was wrong, he thought. There has to be an explanation for this.

And so, he dove into research again, scouring medical papers, forums, even the more questionable corners of the internet. At first, all he found were the usual causes—stress, sudden hormonal shifts, pack mates, environmental factors. But none of those fit. None of them explained why Todoroki’s heat had hit him so randomly. And then, buried under layers of medical jargon and old case studies, he found it.

It was possible to induce a heat. Not naturally, not safely, but with the right mix of drugs, it could be done. Hospitals wouldn’t do it legally, of course, but the medications required for it? They weren’t rare. Every one of them could be found in any hospital.

Did someone do this to him? His heart hammered in his chest, just imagining this possibility. The thought alone made his hands tremble with anger. Alphas abusing omegas were not rare, and doctors abusing their patients were even less rare. It disgusted him to think Todoroki and Kirishima were beating themselves over this incident when the doctor was responsible after all. No, just potentially responsible. He couldn’t know for sure but part of him was already certain that this was the explanation.

As Izuku scrolled through paper after paper on this drug, the apartment remained still allowing him to fully soak every information he could find online. The low hum of the heater was the only sound breaking the silence. It was just him and Todoroki tonight, though he hadn’t seen his mate since morning.

But then, footsteps.

Todoroki stepped into the living room, his movements slow, mechanical. He didn’t acknowledge Izuku, didn’t even glance in his direction—just crossed the space and sank onto the couch with a quiet, exhausted sigh. His posture was loose, almost boneless, but there was no real relaxation to it—just the weight of someone running on empty.

Izuku’s fingers hovered over his laptop. He hadn’t even realized how much time had passed, how deep he’d buried himself in his research. Outside the glow of his screen, the apartment was already dark, save for the dim light spilling from the his pc. It was late. Later than he’d thought and he probably start to make dinner for tonight.

Izuku still remained sited on the couch though, seeing Todoroki like this—so empty—only made his anger burn hotter and made him stop his tracks. But he forced himself to swallow it down. He couldn’t afford to lash out, not when he still wasn’t sure. He had to wait for tomorrow, when he’ll have the meeting with the director.

One way or another, he was going to get answers.

Izuku shut his laptop, fingers lingering over the lid. He didn’t want anyone finding out about this—not until he had proof. But before he could fully gather his thoughts, the sudden bang of the front door swinging open, followed by the unmistakable rasp of Katsuki’s voice, nearly sent him jumping to his feet.

“The hell is it so damn dark in here?” Bakugo grumbled, irritated as he flicked on the lights.

Izuku blinked at the sudden brightness, squinting as his blond mate strode inside with Kirishima trailing closely behind.

“Hey, I thought you guys had night patrol,” Izuku said, glancing toward the clock hanging on the wall. They weren’t supposed to be home yet.

“We did,” Bakugo responded as he tossed his keys onto the counter. “Something came up, someone covered for me.”

Kirishima didn’t say anything at first. He moved past Bakugo, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the back of the couch, his gaze flickering toward Todoroki. Checking on him.

“My agency had an emergency downtown,” he finally said, voice lacking its usual warmth. “A villain attack turned into a rescue op. They needed extra hands for search and rescue. By the time we were done, they gave me my evening.”

Izuku hummed in acknowledgment, but his attention drifted to Katsuki, who hadn’t moved from where he stood. His gaze was locked onto Todoroki, sharp, expectant.

Waiting

But Todoroki didn’t react. Didn’t look up. Didn’t even acknowledge any of them too.

Just nothing

Bakugo grumbled something under his breath before heading into the kitchen with anger in each step.

I hope y’all enjoyed the chapter! Chapter 11 will be out soon, and we’ll get a Bakugo POV soon too. I wanted to focus on the pack dynamics before the reader enters, and there’ll be more of that next chapter. I think it’s important to show the established couple’s bond, so yeah we’ll get a lot of it and even more after the reader come in the picture.

Doing a taglist is a too much work omg, no wonder most people don’t do it nowadays. On one hand I like that it hard bc that’s mean so many people want to keep up with my fics that I ended having to tag many people, on the other hand this lowkey discouraging me from posting bc I know I have to update the list every time 😭

This is such a fake ass problem to have, I am self aware.

As always, criticisms are welcomed

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

09 <- 10 -> 11

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FAMILY MAN [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader] PT.1

Bakugo's hero agency was thriving - doing statistically the best in Japan out of all the agencies at the moment (shove it Deku). He quickly gathered traction up the hero ranking, he made it. This was his dream. The problem though, Bakugo’s area of expertise was fighting, specifically, hand to hand. Quirks that messed with the mind or reality always threw him for a loop. So when he comes across a man with glowing blue fingers, the hero had barely landed his first attack before everything around him vanished into black smoke. And he’s down.

The next thing he knows, he’s in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and a shit ton of people in white coats. He doesn’t even have time to process his surroundings before he’s being swarmed with people shining penlights in his eyes.

“Get the FUCK OFF ME.” He yelled, shoving a younger looking man out his damn personal space. He was hooked up to all kinds of wires and lines, yanking at them to get them off and out of his body. The sound of the doctors protesting was drowned out by him screaming over them to get away. He gripped the wrists of one of the doctors trying to stop his from pulling the IV out, pushing him away harshly. She fumbled a few steps away, holding her wrist with a pained whimper. “I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME.” There’s a magical freak out there terrorizing people and robbing banks and they want him to stay in this room? Fat fucking chance. A door swung open.

“Bakugo Katsuki.”

The room went silent. The doctors or PAs or whoever the hell all these people are suddenly shut their mouths. That voice. Your voice boomed his name.

The scent of an agitated alpha filled the room. And despite the sour note from the anger, he could recognize the smell almost instantaneously. Suddenly he could hear his own heart beating in his ears.

At the hospital door, stood you. You looked frantic and worried and pissed all at the same time, your clothes were disheveled like you had been running. Your left hand held a death grip on the doorframe while you’re right was on the knob from where you swung the door open. In the nasty florescent lighting of this place, a solid golden ring gleamed on your left hand. So many thoughts started buzzing at once. A wedding ring. You were married - mated. You were in this hospital. You just yelled at him. You looked almost exactly the same as the last day he saw you.

He didn’t know what feelings he was feeling right now.

It’s been years since Bakugo had last seen you, eleven. It made sense that you’d move on, mate with another omega, he made that decision for the both of you. He told you to go to America, to leave him alone. And from what he remembers of that conversation he wasn’t very nice about it.

You started to approach Bakugo slowly, like you’re unsure of what he’ll do. It’s now that he realizes that he’s halfway off this hospital bed from his attempted escape. Your scent starts to even out, the sourness from your anger fades with every step you take closer to him. He wants to speak, to say something to you. To fuck off, or ask why you’re even here, or what you want. But he doesn’t. He lets you come closer, because even after all these years your scent is still the only one that gives him any remote sense of peace. He’s always hated hospitals.

When you do finally reach him, your touch is soft. It’s like you’re scared, you put his face in your hands and your eyes surveyed his features. You seem satisfied with whatever you’re looking for because the hands on his face begin to thread through his hair and now you’re hugging him. You’re hugging him. You’re hugging him. Any anger still left in his body directed towards the staff or you suddenly lifts like a weight off his shoulders. You hold him close like he’s gonna float away with the wind if you don’t.

“You’re okay.” You whispered into his hairline, tucking your nose in on the top of his head. “I was so worried, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here faster. I dropped off Hinata and Ren with your parents.” It sounded like you were talking underwater. All he felt was his scent begin to mingle with yours as you scented him. It felt so nice, to have this feeling again, to have you want to be near him. He wanted to reciprocate the affection.

But he didn’t.

Whatever the hell was happening right now, wasn’t right. Bakugo tucked his arms between the two of you and shoved you away. Confusion flooded your face as you took a step back, your hands still holding on to his shoulders.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

A/N: Hey I’m still alive and well okay ps pt.2

[aneclipseatdusk]

Happy Father’s Day 💚🧡

[kappamairi]

A caring Beta and a tsundere Omega 💗 by kappamairi

A three pages comic of beta!Izuku who has to come to omega!Katsuki's home and take care of him during his heat 🐇✨Will Izuku be up to the task ? We shall see 😌Enjoy, folks 💗

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A Comforting Space

Alpha Pro Hero Bakugo x omega (implied female) co-worker

Summary: There are many benefits to working at Dynamight’s agency. A nesting room is one of them.

Kinktober Day 9: Alpha & Omega

Katsuki Bakugo x fem!Reader

WARNINGS/TAGS: a/b/o dynamics (alpha Katsuki/omega reader), knotting, age-gap (Katsuki is in his grumpy 40s, you're in college), he calls you "kid", fucking in a pool, some mention of sex toys, degradation, creampie

Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader

Omega!Bakugou headcanons

Bakugou - Alpha (headcanons)

The Silent Treatment 

Omega!Bakugou x Fem!Alpha!Reader

Nightmares

Omega!Bakugou x Alpha!Reader

Heat

𝑶𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

BAKUGO HEAT HEADCANNONS

[O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader] 

Nesting Fever

Alpha!Pro!Katsuki x Omega!Reader

CHANGE OF HEART

O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader

Omega!Bakugou with an Alpha s/o

Alpha! Kitsune! Bakugo Katsuki x Omega! Kitsune! Gender-neutral! Reader

[thehusbandoden]

Alpha!Bakugo Katsuki x Female!Omega!Reader Headcannons

A/n: aha I'm alive! Let see how long it lasts this time :P

Besides all the smutty stuff others write (which I don't and won't read), I actually like A/B/O dynamics. I would love it if there was more fluffy goodness (and angst 😋).

Let me know if you want more A/B/O and I will happily deliver <3

Genral info:

Genre: fluff/comfort(??) \\ wc: 653 \\ format: headcannons \\ posted: 03/13/24

Warnings!: A/B/O (alpha, beta, omega) dynamics, extreme jealousy, tsundere in the beginning (it's Bakugo.. what do you expect lol), umm mentions of pregnancy? Mentions of marking (not detailed), mentions of y/n's father/father figure, slightly traditional values, idk what else? Ohhh nvm, Bakugo hurting himself (briefly), brief mention of crying, umm extreme guilt? Pls let me know if I miss any! I don't want to accidentally trigger anyone!! <33

Alpha!Bakugo who said that he would never claim an omega.

Alpha!Bakugo who almost fell apart when he first smelt your sweet scent.

Alpha!Bakugo who would glare at any other alpha who dared look at you.

Alpha!Bakugo who smells like sweet caramel.

Alpha!Bakugo whose sweet caramel scent turned into a nasty scent of burning sugar when he saw another alpha ask you out.

Alpha!Bakugo who basically sprinted to the scene, growling and glaring at the other alpha, pushing himself in-between the two of you.

Alpha!Bakugo who almost threw a punch at the smug man’s face.

Alpha!Bakugo who immediately calmed down when he felt your gentle touch on his shoulder.

Alpha!Bakugo whose scent immediately went back to normal when you cooed at him, telling him it was okay.

Alpha!Bakugo who couldn’t do anything but stare at your gorgeous e/c eyes.

Alpha!Bakugo who fell harder than he thought possible.

Alpha!Bakugo who gave you his hoodies and shirts to use in your nest.

Alpha!Bakugo who “accidentally” bumps into you, spreading his scent on top of yours.

Alpha!Bakugo who left a hand crafted “hunting” knife on your desk –with a note- as a courting gift.

“Protect my girl no matter what, you hear? I would hate to kill anyone in my way to get to you and those scoundrels who I would end up torturing to death.”

Alpha!Bakguo who would do anything for his little omega.

Alpha!Bakugo who beat the group of alphas who made fun of you.

Alpha!Bakugo who gave you his everything before you even became his.

Alpha!Bakugo who purred when you officially accepted his courtship.

Alpha!Bakugo who sweat like crazy when he was meeting your parents.

Alpha!Bakugo who made an amazing impression on your father/father figure.

Alpha!Bakugo who asked permission before officially marking you as is.

Alpha!Bakugo who proudly stared at your bond mark.

Alpha!Bakugo who caressed the mark on your neck fondly, kissing your forehead as a thank you for being his.

Alpha!Bakugo who gave you his entire soul.

Alpha!Bakugo who refused to let either of you leave without drowning in the other’s scent.

Alpha!Bakugo who drowned you in his scent when he got jealous.

Alpha!Bakugo who would growl and pull you to his chest whenever he sees another alpha looking at you for too long.

Alpha!Bakugo who got in several fights over other alphas staring at you and/or commenting on your figure.

Alpha!Bakugo who could and would tear the throat out of anyone who dared touch his omega.

Alpha!Bakugo who purred loudly as he watched you nest for the first time.

Alpha!Bakugo who treated your nest with the utter most respect when you let him in your nest for the first time.

Alpha!Bakugo who purred, scenting you lightly in gratitude as he curled up with you in your newly built nest.

Alpha!Bakugo who gave you his pups, purring proudly as he watched your belly grow.

Alpha!Bakugo who would simply lay with you, caressing your swollen belly as he scents you fondly.

Alpha!Bakugo who grew even more protective when you were pregnant with his pups.

Alpha!Bakugo who went overboard when it came to protecting you.

Alpha!Bakugo who would do anything and everything for you.

Alpha!Bakugo who whimpers and begs for forgiveness when he messes up.

Alpha!Bakugo who punched his own jaw when he saw your beautiful e/c eyes fill with tears.

Alpha!Bakugo who backed away from your tender touch, saying he didn’t deserve your concern as you try to check his jaw for bruising.

Alpha!Bakugo who begged for your forgiveness, tears in his own eyes.

Alpha!Bakugo who grew even more concerned as you sobbed into his chest.

Alpha!Bakugo who comforts you whenever and however you need.

Alpha!Bakugo who fired his omega assistant for looking at him too intimately.

Alpha!Bakugo who would rather die a horrid death than ever even look at another omega the way he looks at you.

Alpha!Bakugo who would truly put his life on the line for you in a heartbeat.

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[miniminiujb]

Headcanon Ômega Bakugo

Ômega Bakugo x Alpha leitor masculino (male reader)

• Como um ômega, ele lida com certas inseguranças e obstáculos emocionais, mas ao mesmo tempo possui um espírito determinado e feroz.

° Bakugo sempre foi conhecido por sua força e poder explosivos, mesmo como Ômega. Ele se tornou um exemplo raro dessa combinação, desafiando estereótipos existentes e demonstrando que não é apenas sua classificação que o define.

• Como um ômega, Bakugo lida com emoções intensas que podem ser um fardo em alguns momentos. Ele aprendeu a controlar seus sentimentos, canalizando-os em suas explosões e sua sede de vitória. No entanto, em certos momentos, essas emoções podem se tornar avassaladoras e prejudicar seu julgamento e tom de voz.

° Quanto à forma como Bakugo conhece seu alfa, eu imagino que seja alguém que o desafia e faz com que ele se esforce cada vez mais. Você seria um rival inicialmente, alguém com quem Bakugo competiria constantemente para melhorar suas habilidades. Gradualmente, vocês desenvolveriam uma conexão única e uma amizade profunda à medida que começam a entender um ao outro.

• No entanto, você não seria alguém que diminuiria a intensidade de Bakugo, mas sim um que reconheceria sua força e o incentivaria a canalizá-la de maneira saudável. Seria você que estaria sempre ao seu lado, apoiando-o em suas batalhas e mostrando a Bakugo que ele não precisa enfrentar o mundo sozinho.

° Você seria uma contraparte perfeita para Bakugo, um equilíbrio para sua personalidade explosiva. Você seria calmo, gentil, mas também extremamente protetor.

• No final, o ômega Bakugo seria uma força a ser reconhecida, desafiando os estereótipos e provando que a classificação ômega não o limita de forma alguma. Ele se tornaria uma inspiração poderosa para outros jovens ômegas, mostrando a eles que eles também podem alcançar o topo em um mundo predominantemente dominado por alfas.

[inkalight]

Let me care for you part 25

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[blusool]

BIKER! BAKUGO 👹👹 i love him sm omg ibcnat breathe

Implied nsfw (please reader only if you're comfortable)

Katsuki was only ever protective of two girls in his life. His darling girlfriend and the other being his beloved motorbike. While anyone would have laughed in his face for caring so dearly for his bike, he wouldn't have held back on his threats to run them over with his bike.

The damn bike was his dream bike, everything he ever wanted. When he first got it as a gift for his 20th birthday, Mitsuki swore she heard the boy sniffle a little, which although was an exaggeration wasn't too off from what he felt that day. Katsuki was elated, beyond the ninth cloud, if you will. He still remembers that night he fell asleep daydreaming about all the things was going to do with the bike.

Long rides with his girlfriend, picking her up and dropping her off for even the smallest chores. her arms wrapped around his waist, maybe he would like it better on his chest. He should buy her a helmet of her own, this was just as much her's after all. zooming through the night roads, until they find some empty streets. Maybe he would lift her, and her seated on the fuel tank, making out shamelessly. Fuck he loved her tongue. And maybe he could even bend her over the...

so yeah, he rushed to shower to cool off quickly before he would lose sleep completely over this.

Katsuki quickly aced his drive test,and earned himself his driving licence. There was no stopping him after.

The boy swore to himself, every single one of his girl's grocery runs he tagged along, driving her back and forth, carrying all her bags for her. He just couldn't get enough of it. Spoiling his girl and riding his bike at the same time, he was the luckiest damn man in his head.

And of course, he would have her over every sunday, to see him shirtless scrubbing the grime off his bike. The first time she just happened to drop by to hang out with him when he was washing his baby, and he was absolutely delighted by how that day ended. Loads of heated sudsy kissing, her hands all over his bare chest, sucking on his bottom lips, just begging for his attention. Who was he to deny his pretty girl of himself. God, he needed her just as bad. Bending her over the bike, and off they go riding. Katsuki loved his two girls, so seeing her bent over his priced possession like that, drooling slightly with the hazy look, he swore loudly, mentally thanking his parents for that damn bike.

He wasn't sure it was so much about the bike anymore but all the little things that came along with it. The little kisses he stole, tucking her hair neatly away from her face before placing her pink helmet on her heat firmly, pulling down her visor. The silly little dance he got to see each time he picked her up from a long day of work to find him outside waiting for her on his bike saving her from the daily stress of commuting. The endless gossip she shared loudly over the wind he would cut through, while he drove her back.

Katsuki had earned a lot more than just a bike. So he might be biased where he said he loved his two girls, because one was only there to serve her happiness.

Thanks for all the asks!!! Love you guys! I hope you guys enjoyed it. <3

[boohorns1136439]

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (11)

Remember when I said chapter 11 will be out next weekend, one month ago ? I am a liar, but you guys have to forgive me.

Warning: cursing (?)

Tags: Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Pack! X fem!Reader ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; smut eventually ; fem!Reader ; afab!Reader

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The routine settled over the pack. Bakugo’s gaze was still locked on Todoroki, a quiet blaze simmering behind his crimson eyes. His nostrils flared as he exhaled sharply through his nose, muttering a curse under his breath. Then he turned on his heel and stomped toward the kitchen while the floor creaked under the weight of his steps. Only then did Izuku realize he’d been holding his breath. He hadn’t known what to expect, an explosion, maybe. A barked insult. A demand, raw and unfiltered, tearing through the tension like Bakugo always did. His blonde mate had come dangerously close to snapping more than once in the past few days. Izuku had seen the storm brewing behind his eyes, but he understood. Bakugo wasn’t just angry. He missed him. They all did.

It had been less than a month since the incident, but it felt like an eternity since Todoroki had really looked any of them in the eyes. Since their fingers found each other in the quiet, without needing words. Sometimes they didn’t speak at all. Just sat like that, fingers laced, listening to the distant sounds of life moving around them. And every time Todoroki’s thumb rubbed small, absent circles into Izuku’s palm, it made something bloom behind his ribs. Gentle, deep and steady. He missed that. He missed the way Todoroki’s smile started small, barely a twitch of the lips, and then slowly bloomed. He missed his mate’s scent too. Even that had changed.

It used to be crisp, like the first bite of winter wind. Sweet golden honey layered over frostbitten berries. Now, it clung to the corners of the room in an unfamiliar way. Weakened. Clouded and Muddied. The sweetness had gone stale, eaten away by something bitter and wrong.

Despite being lost in his reminiscence and thoughts, Izuku caught movement from the corner of his eye. Kirishima was hovering near Todoroki. He stood there for a moment, then, gently, he stepped forward and hesitantly, he reached out, offering a gentle pat to Todoroki’s shoulder, with an expression armed with an encouraging smile. It wasn’t much. The touch was clumsy, uncertain and somewhat awkward. But it was kind, it was sweet, simple, and Izuku felt his chest warmed at the sight of it.

Though, Todoroki didn’t react, didn’t lean in the touch. The hand on his shoulder might as well have belonged to a ghost. Kirishima’s hopeful smile faltered, his brows pinched slightly dejected by the quiet rejection as he withdrew his hand. Not with anger or frustration, just defeat. He lingered a second longer in the room, then pulled his hand back and walked away, retreating quietly to his room.

Almost an hour later, Izuku was still staring blankly at the corner of the coffee table when Bakugo’s voice cut through the apartment.

“Dinner’s on the damn table!” Bakugo yelled from the kitchen.

Izuku moved without thinking to the dinner table, guided by habit more than appetite. He slipped into his usual seat at the table, and a moment later, Kirishima walked in, dragging his feet and sat without a word. But no sign of Todoroki coming.

Bakugo waited exactly thirty seconds before gritting out, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Sandals thudded against the hallway floor as he left the dinner table. A few seconds passed. Then the sound of footsteps again, two sets. Bakugo returned with Todoroki in tow, gripping his wrist in a firm hold. He dragged him to the table and sat him down in a chair, and shoved the waiting plate in front of him with a hard clatter.

“Eat,” he snapped. His gaze said the rest: Don’t you dare fucking leave.

Dinner didn’t get any better after this small « commotion ». It was stir-fried beef and vegetables over rice. Nothing fancy. The kind of meal Bakugo threw together on autopilot. It smelled good and tasted even better, savory, filling, beef and vegetables coated with a delicious garlic soy sauce, but the tension hanging over the table turned every bite into a lump down Izuku’s throat, even more when he noticed that Todoroki only picked at his plate.

Eventually, and thankfully, a part of him thought, plates ended up emptied. Except for Todoroki’s, which still looked mostly untouched. Bakugo loudly put down his chopsticks, and stood suddenly, scraping his chair back with a screech. He picked up his plate and everyone’s but Todoroki, and put them in the kitchen sink.

« I’ll do the dish kacchan. » Izuku said as he got up of his chair but he was stopped in his tracks.

« Sit your ass down Deku. » Bakugo responded without looking back.

Quickly the sound of water and clattering plates filled the silence around them, no one at the table moved. Todoroki was looking blankly at the wall, still distant and cold while his food was also turning cold. Izuku didn’t dare move after Bakugo told him to sit down, and Kirishima was just sitting there, arm crossed, lost in his thoughts. The moment was broken when after a couple of minutes, Bakugo spoke up again.

“I’m done. We’re going out. »

Izuku blinked. “Wait—what? Out? Where? Right now?”

“You heard me,” Bakugo replied. “Get your gym stuff. You too, shitty hair.”

Kirishima hesitated. “I don’t really feel like going out, man.”

“I wasn’t asking.” Bakugo’s voice didn’t rise, but it hardened. “Grab your bag. We’re going.”

Izuku stood slowly, brow furrowed. “Are we training? Or—”

“Stop asking questions, Deku. Just go get your stuff »

Bakugo turned back toward the table, eyes locking on Todoroki.

“What about you?”

His tone shifted. Still hard, but undercut with something else. Not quite hope, but expectation. A challenge he didn’t expect to be met. Daring Todoroki to give a different answer than the one they all expected him to give. But his icy hot mate didn’t even lift his head as he replied.

“You guys go ahead,” he murmured. “I’m too tired.”

A pause followed. Bakugo stared for a beat, his jaw clenched tight, then he scoffed and turned away, before walking out of the dinner room.

Izuku crouched beside Todoroki, speaking softly. “Eat a little more, okay?” he said, brushing a kiss to his cheek. “And try to rest. I’ll check on you when we get back.”

Todoroki only offered the smallest nod as a response, then Izuku rosed to his feet and went in his bed room . His gym bag was already packed and waiting by the door.m so he just slung it over his shoulder and returned to the front door, where the others were getting ready.

Gymn bags by their sides, Bakugo shoved his shoes on while Kirishima, by his side moved slower with his head down and tugged his hoodie over his hair before crouching to tie his laces. Izuku followed their lead and put his own shoes own.

The three stepped out into the cool hallway, and the door clicked shut behind them.

A sharp chill clung to the night air as the pack, minus one, headed to the car. Bakugo climbed into the driver’s seat without a word, slamming the door hard enough to make the whole frame rattle. Izuku barely had his seatbelt on before the car lurched forward, tires squealing slightly against the pavement.

Katsuki’s grip on the wheel was white-knuckled, his jaw clenched tight as he glared straight ahead. Every time they hit a red light, his fingers tapped out a sharp, impatient rhythm, punctuated by low curses muttered under his breath. The tension radiating off of him was suffocating.

Kirishima sat silently in the backseat, hunched toward the window, his reflection ghosting in the glass. The weight of the past few days still pressed heavily on him. Normally, he’d be the first to crack a joke or throw on a playlist, something loud and chaotic like Raise Your Flag by MAN WITH A MISSION, already queued up to blast through the speakers. He’d sing along loudly, grin and say something stupid like “You have to feel the music in your gut, man!”, and their blonde mate would told him to fuck off with his own matching grin. But tonight, he said nothing.

Izuku sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He wasn’t sure what Bakugo had planned, but right now, anything was better than whatever they were doing these days.

.

.

.

The gym was dimly lit when they arrived. The stale stench of sweat clung to the concrete walls, mixing with the metallic tang of oxidized iron and chalk dust. The air was thick with a heaviness that settled deep in the lungs. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, their inconsistent glow casting jagged shadows along the floor and across the rows of reinforced training equipment designed specifically for heroes. Multi-ton treadmills, weighted dummies, resistance fields, climbing towers, everything here catered to quirks, to extremes, to bodies like theirs. In the back stood the fighting ring, scuffed and battered from years of use. Another perk of the job. Izuku knew this gym like the back of his hand. It belonged to the agency him and Bakugo’s worked at, a shared space for all its hero’s with unlimited access. He had trained here, bled here, pushed himself to the brink here but tonight, it felt different. More charged.

Bakugo didn’t speak. He just made a beeline for the locker room, his boots echoing off the concrete. Kirishima and Izuku still followed him without a word. When they returned, changed and dressed down in gym clothes, Bakugo was already in the ring. The ring’s padding creaked beneath his boots as he rolled his shoulders and adjusted his gloves.

The second Kirishima stepped within range, a pair of gloves flew at his chest.

“Put ’em on,” Bakugo rasped.

Kirishima caught them mid-air with a surprised blink. “Don’t we need to warm up, or—?”

“I’m warm enough. Get in the ring.”

Kirishima hesitated only a moment before nodding, stepping between the ropes with a quiet sigh. Izuku hung back, settling near the edge of the ring, his arms crossed. Kirishima squared up in front of Bakugo, falling into a fighting stance with all the enthusiasm of a man going through the motions. His shoulders sagged slightly, his feet were planted on the mat. Bakugo, however, looked like he was seconds away from lunging.

“Ready, shitty hair?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima answered, voice dull. “I’m good.”

But "good" didn’t land the first punch.

Bakugo did. He shot forward like a missile, closing the distance in a single heartbeat. His fist collided with Kirishima’s guard, and the impact echoed through the room like a gunshot. Kirishima stumbled, boots dragging along the mat, barely absorbing the hit before crashing into the ropes.

“Slow,” Bakugo spat, already moving again.

Kirishima retaliated on reflex, swinging a solid right hook, but Bakugo dipped under it, ducking in close until their chests nearly touched. Then, with a grunt, he shoved Kirishima hard, sending him staggering backwards again.

From the edge of the ring, Izuku watched the scene unfolding in front of him. There was nothing playful about this spar. Bakugo was provoking Kirishima, prodding at some bruise beneath the surface, poking the red bear.

“You think holding back makes you a better person?” Bakugo’s voice cut through the air like a whip. “You think it makes up for anything?”

Kirishima’s eyes flashed, something sparking behind the tired haze.

Bakugo sneered. “Pathetic.”

Izuku saw it then, the flicker in Kirishima’s pupils, the way they sharpened, darkened. He was tracking Bakugo’s every move with predatory precision. And Bakugo knew it. He was feeding off it. Smiling, not just with amusement, but with anticipation.

“Come on,” Bakugo growled. “You hit that doctor harder than you’re hitting me. What, are you scared now, Eijirou?”

That did it.

Kirishima lunged, his entire body surging forward. The ring trembled under their combined weight as they collided. His fists came down in a storm, slamming into Bakugo’s guard over and over with raw, unchecked force. The sound was sickening, flesh on flesh, gloves on ribs, elbows scraping against sleeves. But Bakugo didn’t back down. He grinned, wild and unhinged, accepting each hit like a dare. Kirishima’s next punch missed, and Bakugo seized the opening, ducking low, elbowing him in the ribs, then gripping the back of his neck and yanking him into a brutal knee to the gut. The red hair choked, spit flying his lips, but he didn’t go down. He stumbled, bared his teeth, and charged into Bakugo, lifting him clear off the ground before slamming him into the mat. The sound was an echoing thud, and Izuku flinched involuntarily. They grappled, limbs tangled, sweat pouring down their skin. Their bodies moved in instinct and rage and something dangerously close to desperation. Neither wanted to stop. Neither could.

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat. There was something raw in it, something primal, like watching two storms collide. Each hit carried more than muscle. Every punch was part of a silent conversation. Bakugo’s lips were pulled into that terrifying, twisted and hot smile. Kirishima’s hands trembled, not from fatigue, but from the violence he was no longer holding back. And Izuku, well Izuku could feel it in his bones. The weight of it. The heat. The air was thick with sweat and pheromones, a heady, electric blend of rage and desperation and something primal. Bakugo's spice, sharp and biting. Kirishima's musk, warm and unrelenting. It clung to Izuku’s skin, mixed with the metallic tang of the gym until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. It hit him like a punch to the gut too. Dizzying. Almost sweet. Almost too much. His mouth went dry. His skin prickled.
God, it was intoxicating.

In their fight, once again,Bakugo gained the upper hand. He flipped them, slamming Kirishima onto his back and pinning him with a forearm across his collarbone. He winced, gasping, sweat glistening on his flushed face while Bakugo hovered over him, panting, chest to chest heaving, legs tangled together. His voice was low, and rough.

“There you are,” he rasped. His eyes burned, not with anger, but something sharper. Hungrier.

Kirishima sucked in a shaky breath, wide red eyes matching the blonde. “Fuck,” he breathed, the word cracking on his tongue.

Bakugo didn’t move immediately. He just looked down at him, face and knuckles bruised, his sharp teeth threatening to break into his skin. His body pressed even harder on his, almost crushing him with his weight. In response, Kirishima shoved him off with a growl, already rising to his feet, still not satisfied and craving more.

Izuku swallowed hard, his pulse drumming in his ears. He hadn’t moved the whole time. It wasn’t just a fight. It was hunger. It was yearning.

And god help him, it was hot.

So, it took me way longer to work through this chapter than I expected. I don’t know why; this was such a pain in the ass 😭

I feel like it’s been 10 chapters of everyone feeling bad for Todoroki, and I need to move on. Thankfully, it shouldn’t be long before I’m done with it. There are probably only two more sick Todoroki moments left, and very soon Bakugo will have his own POV chapter. I’m not really sure if I can call it a POV chapter, though.

I hope you guys enjoy it! I read a fic that did dialogue differently than I usually do, and I decided to try mimicking their style. Is it better than before, or not? I think I like it better this way. I also really tried to give you all a sense of what pack life was like before the reader, so I know it’s getting long, and maybe you guys are getting impatient to see the reader again. But trust the process! I feel like I need to make sure the pack feels like they have a real relationship on their own before introducing the reader to them.

Unrelated, but let me know what you all think about the characterizations. I don’t want them to feel too OOC, but I also want to try new things with them.

As always, criticisms are welcomed

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

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FAMILY MAN [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader] PT.2

You laid on Bakugo’s pillow, one arm pinned under your head while the other played in the blondes’ hair. The man was lying on your chest, in the glow of his preheat. He had invited you to his room after classes, just to allow you to scent everything he needed you to in his nest. Nothing sensual had happened yet, during your research you had learned that all an omega really needs before their heat is the scent and attention of their alpha. Their alpha…were you Bakugo’s alpha? He had never asked, you had never asked for him to be your omega either though. It was unspoken arrangement between the two of you that you would only go to each other for things like this. He had never smelt the lingering scent of another omega on you, and your interaction with omega classmates were limited, always holding yourself three steps away from them.

You enjoyed basking in his scent, it was smoky and woody. Like sitting by a campfire on a snowy night. You could drown yourself in it. Times like these were nice, when Bakugo wasn’t his usually angry self, when he wasn’t yelling at you, or pulling your hair and calling you an idiot. You lived for the few times when he acted like a domesticated cat. It’s almost as if he enjoyed your company as much as you enjoyed his. You truly did love him. 17 and in love, how stupid of you. But with him in your arms clutching you like a lifeline, how could you have not fallen in love with him?

You stared at Bakugo dumbfounded, his push away from your embrace wasn’t as successful as he had hoped, your hands still had death grips on his upper arms. His glare remained on you though, unwavering as you slowly pulled in closer to him, looking in his eyes.

“Why the fuck are you in Japan?” He asked, pulling his face away from your curious gaze. Despite the grip you had on him, your hands were still comforting, and safe. Not letting him go. But he needed to leave, he couldn’t deal with this shit right now, there was still a villain on the loose.

“Kat, what are you talking about?” You asked slowly. Your hands left his arms and snaked up his shoulder and face, something you used to do to him all the time when it was just the two of you. He would have never let you show him affection like this in public when you were teenagers. Old habits die hard because the moment your fingers intertwine in the hair he’s pulling himself off the other side of the bed to put some distance between you. Something in your eyes flickers that he’s all too familiar with; disappointment.

You always had that look on your face in high school. When he didn’t scent things for you, or didn’t acknowledge you outside of class, or told you when he didn’t love you. The last one was probably what he was most ashamed of. You loved him, despite how badly he treated you. How little did you think of yourself to let him walk all over you like that?

Years of just hit after hit from him and you always came back when he called. Until you didn’t.

“Did you get tired of dicking around in America? Does anyone even know you’re back? That you’re married?” It figures that he wouldn’t even be on the list of people you’d tell, it’s not like you have given him any life updates since you left. But he would have a least heard about it from Shitty Hair or Pinky, hell even fucking Deku would have had something to say about you returning. He can’t keep secrets for shit. He had told Bakugo a while Hatsume has been trying to recruit you for years to come back and work with her on support gear. All of her efforts had been unsuccessful though, apparently you enjoyed your job in America.

You had your own little life out there. One that he knew nothing about.

Your disappointment turned into a little pout, and you tilted your head in that cute fucking way you always do when you’re thinking. You share a look with the medical staff, who is all still crouched in the corner of the room and watching the two of you. One of the doctors you make eye contact with is finally man enough to stand up and approach Bakugo.

“Mr. (L/N), we think that there may be some trauma do your head after the attack, if you could let us run some neurological assessments and a MRI we can get a better idea of what we are working with.”

“I DIDN’T HIT MY FUCKING HEAD!” He yelled, the doctor was quick to back away from his outburst. You were quick to jump into action, directly all his attention back to you.

“Kat, it’s okay, it’s just routine.” You lied like he wouldn’t know. Like Bakugo hasn’t landed himself in the hospital a dozen times and already knows a routine assessment. You sounded defeated though, like you didn’t want to fight but weren’t going to back down. You would drag him kicking and screaming to the MRI if you had to. “I know you’re upset but Deku got the villain after he knocked you out, okay. Let’s just get all these tests over with and I will take us home.”

The distance Bakugo put between you didn’t seem to detour your calming scent, but you made no move closer to him out of respect. He was mad, and you’ve seen him made enough times to know to give him the space he needs. Bakugo is just staring at you, a mixture of emotions that he wouldn’t appreciate you deciphering in front of all these strangers. Because what the fuck did you mean “take us home”? To your home? To his? And Deku wasn’t even near the fight when it happened, how the hell did he swoop in and save the day? You nod silently the way to the door for the doctors so the two of you can be alone. They take the hint.

You sit down in the hospital bed, watching as Katsuki paces around in his anger. After what feels like forever he looks at you, only you. And you swear you can see a glimmer of water in the corners of his eyes.

In a flash, the omega is back in your arms, face burrowed in your neck as you run your fingers through your hair again. “Why are you here?” He whispered, and the sound of his voice is enough to break your heart and two. Because neither of you had an actual clue what was going on in each other’s heads. You wanted to ask him what he meant, because he saw you this morning before work. He lifts his bed from your shoulder to meet your gaze. Katsuki Bakugo, number one hero, was sitting in your lap on the brink of tears because a low level villain caught him off guard? No, no something else was going on. You could tell, he was confused and scared and angry all at once. You cup his face and pull him close.

“My Husband is in the hospital.” you laughed, “Where else in the world would I be?” You gave him a small kiss on the lips, pulling away all too soon. Bakugo’s hands find your wrists and put them in a death grip, preventing you from moving away. The kiss he gives you is more passionate, like he thinks it is the last one he will be able to give you in a while. You make a surprised noise until you melt into it. He’s rubbing his scent all over you as if you weren’t already drenched in it.

Him? Your husband?

A/N: That’s so lame of me not to update in months and I want you all to know I’m as disappointed in myself as you are.

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