#bakugou asks

[000bun]

[habken]

pigtail pulling

[rottmntrulesall]

Thinking about how this implies that izuku talks about katsuki when he’s with her

[kitkat13001]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚘𝚑, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠…

⤷ mha x f!reader (use of she/her pronouns, fem. relationship labels)

⭑ number-one hero deku, sitting on the couch across from his girlfriend in his pajamas, applying matching green face masks and giggling at the mess they’re making

⭑ cold and formidable pro-hero shoto, cross-legged on the wood-paneled floor with his wife as they share a bottle of wine, despite the large vacant table and long vacant counter, laughing quietly about the most recent scandal at work

⭑ great explosion murder god dynamight, begging for mercy as his fiancée sits atop his chest grinning triumphantly and tickling him without remorse, his eyes watering and lungs burning because she knows exactly the spot that makes him unravel 

⭑ fashion icon pinky, known for her model-worthy looks, bundled up in blankets and stolen hoodies and mismatched socks and sweatpants with her girlfriend as the two of them binge-watch all five seasons of riverdale 

⭑ charming and dashing hero chargebolt, sitting in front of the tv at seven am, sharing a blanket with his fiancée and watching cartoons and eating cereal because neither of them wanted to cook and definitely not resembling two responsible adults whose wedding is in two months

⭑ the ever cool and composed ingenium absolutely losing his shit because his wife was unaware that the dominos pasta containers are aluminum and cannot go in the microwave, as they found out the hard way, the pair now staring at a crispy microwave and charred countertop

⭑ sweet and kind uravity who becomes an absolute menace when up against her girlfriend at mario kart because they agreed the loser would do the dishes and she refuses to even touch that mountain of plates after tamale night 

⭑ the manliest of all heroes, red riot, who swears there is no manlier thing than going for drive-thru at one in the morning with his fiancée in the passenger seat because they had a fry craving

masterlist — dividers by @/cafekitsune

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.

he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.

“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”

and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.

and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?

you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.

“hi, katsu !”

silence, no response. you try again.

“…hello ?”

you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”

“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.

it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”

there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”

“were you worried ?” you tease.

“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”

“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.

we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚

katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.

[katsukimybf]

bc all i think abt is college!katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.

It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.

Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.

Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.

You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?

Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.

But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.

But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.

Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.

It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.

Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.

But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.

“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)

The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.

You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.

“Wanna review the material after class?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”

And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.

He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.

Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.

But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…

You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”

He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”

You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.

“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.

That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.

Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.

So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…

That happens to have a massive crush on you.

(… and unashamedly, so do you.)

[awkwardbakugou]

HE GOT IT SIGNED IM CRYING

[dee-writes-anime]

OK IMGINE IF READER SACRIFICES HERSELF FOR BAKUGO WHEN HE DIES?!?! SO INSTEAD OF HIM ITS HER BUT SHE SOMEHOW LIVES DUE TO HER OMNIPOTENCE QUIRK?!

And their dating too!

And how people dont realise that she’s able to heal herself while she was dead for a good 10 minutes while bakugo is crying over her ‘dead’ body???

WHAAAAA IM EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU COME UP WITH THIS ONE DEE!!!!

-monty , EAT SLEEP AND DRINK!

Ten Minutes

FEATURING Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

SUMMARY How dare you jump in front of him like that. What is he supposed to do without you?

CONTENT WARNINGS angst, descriptions of death, greif, and anger, talks of battlefield settings

AUTHORS NOTE I love writing pain, maybe that makes me a sadist, maybe not. We shall never know I suppose... hope you enjoy my loves! <3

The battlefield was a corpse.

Sky cracked open like ribs, scorched and splintered with the bones of broken cities. The fragments of land—suspended only by the last gasps of Monoma’s warped portals—floated like driftwood in a sea of ruin. Smoke choked the air. Blood slicked the ground. Every breath burned.

And Tomura Shigaraki—monstrous, half-formed, and pulsing with raw hatred—stood at the center, grinning with something feral behind bloodshot eyes.

Bakugo had never felt so close to the end.

He was fast—faster than ever, lungs rattling, arms trembling from the sheer heat surging through his veins—but not fast enough. The second Shigaraki’s body twisted and launched one of his barbed, sharpened tendrils straight toward him, Bakugo knew he wasn’t going to make it.

He didn’t have time to dodge. No time to think. Just instinct. Just the air being sliced apart like paper.

And then—

You were there.

You didn’t scream.

You didn’t hesitate.

You stepped in front of him and took the hit.

The spike impaled you clean through—back to chest. Your body jerked. The force of it knocked you off your feet and straight into him. He caught you with a grunt, stumbling back, arms instinctively curling around your body, but—

You weren’t moving.

He looked down.

And his world— Collapsed.

Blood. So much of it. Your uniform was already soaked through. The exit wound bubbled with gore, your skin torn and blackened around the edges from the heat. Your mouth opened. A gurgling sound came out. Blood slid from your lips. Your eyes—half-lidded—searched for his face, unfocused.

And then they stopped moving.

You went still.

“No,” Bakugo whispered. He shook his head, once. “No—no.”

He dropped to his knees.

The rest of the world dropped with him.

“Hey,” he rasped, voice cracking. He shook your shoulders lightly. “No. Wake up. Wake the hell up. You don’t get to do this.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing hard. Shigaraki was still moving in the distance—he heard Jeanist shouting, felt a blast of heat from Endeavor's flames nearby—but it was nothing.

His whole universe had narrowed to you.

“You don’t get to leave me,” he whispered, lower now. Raw. “Not like this. Not without saying anything. Not for me.”

His hands were slick with your blood. He pressed down over the wound without thinking, not caring that his gloves were soaked. His palms trembled as he forced pressure over your chest, his vision blurring.

“You should’ve let it hit me,” he said, gritting his teeth, jaw clenched like it would break. “I should’ve been the one.”

His voice shook. “I’m the damn reason this whole war’s a mess. You were always the one who held us together—you were the light, you—fuck.”

The words choked out of him like smoke.

And still—you didn’t breathe.

Your head lolled in his arms. Your skin was already starting to cool. Your hair was matted with dust, blood, the scorched remnants of battle. His fingers curled in your collar as he bent over you, shoulders heaving in silence.

No sobs.

Just shaking.

Silent. Guttural. The kind of grief that doesn’t have sound because it lives in the marrow.

“I love you,” he whispered into your neck. “I never—I never said it enough. You knew, right? You had to know.”

Five minutes.

Six.

Time became a cruel thing.

And then—

It changed.

A shift.

Like gravity holding its breath.

He pulled back sharply. Your body glowed.

Softly. Weakly. But undeniably.

And then—

You gasped.

Your back arched violently in his arms as your chest heaved for air, blood surging like fire beneath your skin. Your mouth opened in a choked cry as your lungs dragged in oxygen. Energy shimmered along your veins—pale and gold, like stardust stitching your soul back together.

Your eyes opened.

White-hot. No pupils. No irises. Just pure power.

“…What the—what the fuck—” Bakugo's words snapped from his throat. He almost dropped you.

Your breath hitched. “Hurts,” you croaked. “Everything… hurts.”

He blinked, wide-eyed, as your wounds started closing. Not fully—your blood still ran, slow and thick—but he could see it, watch the skin knit itself back together. You were glowing. Flickering. Your Quirk—Omnipotence—was dragging you back from the edge of the grave.

“You’re—” he swallowed, voice failing. “You were gone. For ten goddamn minutes.”

“I know,” you whispered, coughing. “I counted.”

“You idiot.”

“You cryin’?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, voice catching.

And then he was pulling you in again—cradling you against his chest with every ounce of strength left in his body. His fingers tangled in your hair, his grip fierce but shaking.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he muttered into your blood-soaked collar. “You hear me? Don’t you ever do that again.”

You were trembling, but your lips tilted upward just slightly. “Only if you don’t.”

He let out a broken, strangled laugh.

“Deal, you pain-in-the-ass goddess.”

He pulled back just enough to see your eyes—still glowing, but soft now. Human again. You were here. Still with him. Still breathing.

And Bakugo Katsuki, heart-wrecked and still trembling, pressed his forehead to yours again.

“I love you,” he said, voice low and hoarse. “I love you so much it fucking hurts.”

[noodles-and-tea]

Do you support bkdk? Bc………. You knowwww

Who’s to say.

[lilacgaby]

we see the PRO HERO BAKUGO OBSSESSED IN AN INTERVIEW, wut if we see the media finally seen a glimpse of his wife and fawning over them because they are really gorgeous. and finnaly having an interview with them two together ^^

katsuki’s personal life had always been a hot topic of discussion for the media.

he was just so mysterious, whenever a small clip or photo of you two holding hands on an outing popped online it'd trend for the week among not only his fandom, but others.

more accurately, they wanted to know who the gorgeous girl was.

you, who always looked candid. your off guards looking planned as even in your worst moment, you still looked your best.

people who speculated you were a small model, a makeup ambassador, an idol? they didn't know, all they did was that you were way too gorgeous to just be a civilian.

so imagine everyone's surprise when you and him have an interview together, holding hands over the small distance between the two couches.

how they adored your smile, the way you seemed to glow even under the unflattering fluorescent lights.

how they could notice a lot of katsuki's influence in your speech, you covering your mouth for the nth time that interview, cursing almost more than katsuki.

how he looked at you. how you looked at him, how you both still seemed to be flustered by each other even though you'd been dating for years.

you left, hand in hand, then finally noticing the huge ring on your finger.

it was now your turn to be surprised, as the public had grown to adore you. brands, agencies, sponsors all calling and offering sums of money you couldn't count just for an endorsement.

katsuki, who could only laugh as the first one you accepted was one modeling his merch.

[cloudyzeusy]

Omega Bakugou and his alpha mate taking care of him in his heat? 👉🏻👈🏻 Just sweet and smutty fluffy

Slick, Sweet, and Spoiled

pairings: katsuki X top male reader

warnings: creampie, knots, heat sex

As soon as I reached the door of my apartment, I was hit by the scent of burnt sugar and ash—Katsuki.

I’d known he was entering heat the moment I’d woken up that morning. He’d practically climbed into my lap, nuzzling and whining, trying to convince me to stay home and preen over him like he wanted. Like he so clearly needed. When I told him I couldn’t, he sparked up snapping at my "audacity" while clinging to my shirt.

If I’d had the luxury, I would’ve stayed. But unfortunately, no one in Mustafa had the decency to stop getting injured for just one damn day.

Now, I was finally home. I pushed open the barrier between me and my Omega, stopping in the entryway to breathe him in. I couldn’t help it—my own pheromones slipped into the air, thick and grounding, instinct demanding I make my presence known.

The apartment was dim, illuminated by the early setting sun, but the space was alive with Katsuki’s scent: sweet, sharp, desperate.

Gazing around our shared home, I spotted multiple open packets of spicy moshi nuggets his favorite heat food. They lay half-finished, discarded in random places.

I leaned in the doorway of our bedroom, basking in the sight before me: my Omega, instincts high, inhibitions low, curled into our nest. He’d gone all-out. The bedding was creatively decorated with my hoodies, shirts he’d stolen, and even that awful scarf his mom gave him. I caught a whiff of Kirishima and Denki in the mix—Katsuki always liked having his pack close during heat.

Unknowingly, I let more of my scent seep out, responding to his needs.

Katsuki’s head snapped up, ruby-red eyes locking onto mine. His lips were parted, cheeks flushed, sweat-damp bangs clinging to his forehead. He looked absolutely wrecked—and gorgeous.

Mine.

I stepped forward slowly, careful not to cross into the boundaries of his territory without permission.

“Katsuki,” I said softly, voice dipping into my Alpha-tone without meaning to, “how are you feeling?”

"Fucking fine, since you've were gone I handled it myself." He growled at me his face glowering at me. I slightly winced at his words, but he was more adorable in this state than intimidating.

I could see perfectly he was not "fucking fine" but bruising an omega’s pride while they are in heat. Is a sure fire way to get yourself kicked out.

I instead sat on the edge of his nest smiling softly at him. "I'm sorry for neglecting you Imega but i had no choice. "

I could see he was still annoyed but it eventually faded to want. He slightly nodded his head wrapping himself with his blanket.

I grinned and stepped into his nest without hesitation, immediately wrapping him in my arms.

He let out a light growl, territorial -but through the heat-glazed haze in his eyes, I could see the truth. He needed me desperately.

Without a word, he buried his face into my scent gland, breathing me in like oxygen.

We stayed like that for a while, his body pressed tightly against mine, his breathing finally settling as he dozed in my lap. His fists were curled in my hoodie, cheek nuzzled against my chest, and I kept running my fingers through his hair, grounding him with murmured words of praise.

But his heat doesn’t stay back for long.

Soon enough, he started to stir again—restless, fidgeting, his hips twitching. I felt it before he even spoke.

“Please... I need it,” he whispered, voice wrecked.

How the hell was I supposed to say no to that?

He rolled his hips down into my lap, and I groaned low in my throat. His slick had completely soaked through the flimsy material of his shorts, sticking to my pants.

He kissed me like he’d die without my touch—needy, panting, almost frantic. I devoured him right back, our mouths crashing together in a kiss that was more hunger than affection.

My hands wandered underneaty his shirt, as i touched his hot skin, he gasped into my mouth, jerking against me. He was so sensitive, every inch of him trembling under my touch.

He began grinding harder, rutting against me with urgent motions, his Omega instincts taking over. I had to get him undressed or he was going to ruin both our clothes.

I leaned back slightly, keeping one arm around his waist as I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt.

“Let me take this off, baby,” I murmured against his jaw, letting my lips graze the flushed skin there.

He nodded -barely- and lifted his arms without hesitation, whimpering softly when the fabric brushed over his oversensitive skin. His shirt came off in one smooth motion, and I tossed it to the side of the nest without looking.

His chest heaved with every breath. Sweat beaded at his collarbones. He was absolutely burning up. The muscles in his stomach fluttered as I traced one hand down his torso, fingertips following the sharp dips of his ribs.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Katsuki,” I whispered, letting my lips brush over his neck as I praised him. “All needy and messy for me.”

He let out a strangled moan and bucked his hips. “Don’t- don’t fucking tease—”

I hushed him with a kiss, slower this time, deeper. My hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, slick already dripping from the soaked fabric. I could feel the heat radiating off of him in waves.

“Gonna take these off, yeah?” I asked, thumb slipping under the waistband, teasing the skin of his hip.

He nodded quickly, desperation cracking his voice. “Please, please, Alpha need you, need you so bad—”

I groaned at the raw ache in his voice, and pulled his shorts down slowly, letting them drag across his thighs. They peeled away wetly, sticky with heat-slick, and he let out a breathless whimper when the cool air hit his swollen, dripping cock and flushed entrance.

“Fuck,” I murmured, taking in the sight of him. “You’re already so wet for me.”

“Because I need you,” he bit out, voice shaking with need. “You said you’d take care of me—”

“And I will.” My voice dropped into a low promise, all Alpha now. “I’ve got you, Katsuki. I’ve got you.”

I pushed him back into the nest gently, laying him down against the pile of stolen shirts and familiar fabrics. His thighs fell open without protest, slick glistening between them, and he reached for me- eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted, every inch of him screaming want.

“Don’t make me wait,” he whispered.

I didn’t plan to.

"Katsuki. If you want me to take care of you you'll have to be patient." I said sternly stopping all stimulation looking him dead in the eye so he knwew i wasnt playing.

I laid him back against the bed, shifting down between his thighs, I settled in where I had the perfect view of his flushed, trembling body. I slid a single finger inside him, and his whole face lit up- eyes fluttering, lips parting, the tension in his shoulders easing all at once. He knew he was finally going to get the pleasure he deserved.

I added a second finger quickly, the slick coating him making it easy to scissor and stretch him open. His heat had left him so soft, so wet—his body ready to take anything I gave.

“Alpha... Alpha!” he cried out, voice high and broken, grinding back against my hand with desperate little rolls of his hips. His thighs were trembling on either side of me, slick glistening as it smeared along my knuckles and his inner thighs.

He was wrecked already—and we’d barely started.

But when he started to clench around my fingers too tightly, body moving faster, I pulled my hand back and stilled completely. I looked up at him—his face flushed, pupils blown wide, a sheen of sweat across his brow and held his gaze.

“Katsuki,” I said firmly, voice dipping into a command, “if you want me to take care of you, you’re going to have to be patient.”

His eyes widened, lip wobbling slightly as he whined out his frustration. But I didn’t budge. I kept my hand resting against his thigh, close enough to feel him twitch, but far enough to make him ache for it.

“I’m not playing,” I added, eyes locked on his. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

He whimpered, nodding fast, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes from the denied pleasure. “Y-Yes, Alpha. Please. I’ll be good I’ll be so good for you- just don’t stop.”

I watched him squirm for another beat, savoring the sight of him pliant and begging- cheeks flushed, thighs twitching, hands gripping the edge of the blanket like he’d fly apart if he let go.

Once I was satisfied with his obedience, I rewarded him with a slow touch. My fingers found his entrance again, pushing in steadily until both slid home with ease. His head dropped back against the pillows, a choked moan tearing from his throat.

“That’s it,” I murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to his hipbone. “That’s my good Omega. Knew you could behave for me.”

He keened at the praise, his entire body arching up into the rhythm I set—fingers curling just right to brush over that spot inside him that made his walls flutter and clench. I kept the pace deliberately steady, stretching him open while watching his reactions like I was studying art.

“You’re doing so well,” I breathed against his skin, my other hand smoothing over the taut muscle of his thigh. “Taking me so good. So warm and wet for your Alpha.”

Katsuki sobbed, voice breaking. “I can’t I’m gonna-Alpha, I’m gonna come—!”

“No, you’re not,” I said gently, twisting my fingers just as I slowed them, keeping him hovering at the edge but not letting him fall. “Not yet, baby.”

He cried out in frustration, his body trembling from how close he was. His cock was flushed and leaking, untouched between us, and I made a point not to touch it—not until he earned it.

“You wanna come?” I asked, my voice low and close to his ear now. “You want to soak this whole nest with how needy you are?”

“Yes! Yes, please, Alpha—I’ll do anything, just let me—!”

I curled my fingers again, pressing just right, watching his eyes roll back. But I didn’t speed up. I kept him right there—on that impossible edge, panting and whimpering, his whole body begging.

“You’ll come when I say you can,” I growled softly, licking the sweat from the side of his throat. “Not a second before.”

He sobbed beneath me, clinging to the shredded control I let him keep. His body clenched desperately around my fingers, to try and keep me there.

I growled as I slipped in no matter how much I stretched him he always remained so tight.

I shifted slightly pushing in and out to get a feel of him - unintentionally causing him to let out a sweet moan. Once I found my footing I wasted no time to fuck the shit out of him.

But I pulled my fingers out anyway, watching his slick hole clench around nothing in protest.

He whimpered at the loss.

Working quickly, I stripped off my clothes, not caring where they landed—too focused on the treat sprawled out beneath me. Katsuki looked wrecked, flushed from head to toe, hair damp with sweat, chest rising and falling in erratic bursts. His thighs were spread wide, twitching slightly, his entrance still glistening and needy from my fingers.

“Fuck me, please!” he cried, grabbing at my cock with both hands, trying to line me up himself.

I groaned at the touch—at the sight of my Omega so undone, so desperate to be bred he couldn’t even wait for permission.

“You’re so needy for it, huh?” I growled, voice rough with lust. “Want your Alpha to stuff you full?”

He nodded frantically, tears clinging to his lashes.

I pressed forward, slowly sinking into his heat—and snarled at the way he gripped me. No matter how many times I prepped him, he was always tight.

“Fuck,” I hissed, burying myself deeper. “You’re squeezing me so good, baby.”

Katsuki choked on a moan, head tilting back against the pillow, his fingers curling into the sheets as I began to move- shallow thrusts at first, testing the stretch, getting used to the hot, wet clench of him.

It was supposed to be slow, just at the start—but the second he let out a soft, broken “Ah- Alpha—”, I lost it.

I snapped my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt in one harsh thrust, and he screamed. His back arched, his walls fluttering around me, already on the edge from being teased for so long.

I gripped his hips and fucked into him hard, deep, fast—no teasing now.

The nest rustled around us as I drove him into the mattress, the sound of skin on skin sharp and obscene. His cock leaked between us, untouched, bouncing with every thrust.

“Take it,” I growled, leaning down to sink my teeth into the soft skin at his neck.

“Yes, yes- thank you, Alpha!*” he sobbed, voice cracking. “So full- feels so good don’t stop—”

“I’m not gonna stop,” I promised darkly, lips brushing his ear. “Not until you’re knotted and bred like you need to be.”

His walls were fluttering erratically around me, drawing me in deeper with every desperate grind of his hips. Katsuki’s head was tossed back, mouth open, gasping helplessly as I pounded into him without restraint.

“Alpha fuck- s’too much” he babbled, voice cracking on every thrust. “Feels so good, s’full !”

“You can* take it,” I growled against his throat, my hands gripping his waist hard enough to bruise. “You were made for this. Made to take your Alpha’s knot.”

He let out a high-pitched whine, his legs locking around my hips to keep me as close as possible. I could feel the tension building, the pressure in my lower belly growing tight and hot as my knot began to swell at the base of my cock, tugging at the edge of his rim.

Katsuki sobbed at the stretch, his slick going sticky as I bottomed out again and again, each thrust pushing the bulge of my knot harder against his fluttering hole.

“Please—please, knot me—I need it, need you to breed me with pups”

That was it. That was the final push I needed.

I slammed into him one last time and forced my knot past the tight ring of muscle. He screamed—loud, wrecked—his body locking up as I locked into place, grinding deep to make sure we were sealed.

His entire body trembled as I spilled inside him, thick spurts of come painting his walls and filling him so deep that slick and cum were already leaking around the base of the knot. His breath hitched again as I continued to thrust in small, grinding circles, milking every last drop into his greedy, clutching heat.

“That’s it, baby,” I panted, one hand stroking his trembling thigh as I pressed our foreheads together. “Took my knot so well. So perfect for me.”

“Y-you bred me,” he whispered, dazed, pupils blown wide. “F-feel it—Alpha, m’so full…” As he rubbed his stomach cutely.

“You’re mine,” I growled, licking into the bond mark at his neck. “All mine. Gonna keep you stuffed and filled until your heat ends. Gonna make sure every drop stays inside you.”

Katsuki let out a soft, broken moan, his hands curling into my back as he trembled beneath me, overwhelmed and loved.

We stayed like that, locked together in the nest, my knot snug inside him, his body wrapped around mine like he never wanted to let go.

We stayed there, tangled in the scent-drenched nest, my knot still locked inside him. Katsuki was trembling in the afterglow, flushed and fucked-out, cheek pressed to my chest as I stroked down his spine in slow, grounding motions.

But even with his breath shallow and his limbs heavy, I could feel it—the way his hips twitched again, his body starting to squirm.

“Still needy, sweetheart?” I murmured, dragging my fingers through his sweaty hair. “You’re already full, Katsuki. I can feel it leaking out of you.”

“Mmh,” he whined, grinding down against my knot. “Still want you. Still need it…”

I groaned, body tensing as he clenched around the swell, milking me all over again. “You’re insatiable.”

His answer was a low moan and a roll of his hips that nearly made me come again. The heat was working him hard—his body begging for more, even though I hadn’t pulled out yet. Even though he was still full.

“Katsuki,” I growled, pulling back slightly, dragging his hips up until he was straddling me again, still sheathed on my cock. “You want to be bred again while you’re already full?”

He nodded, eyes hazy with tears and lust. “Alpha—please, fuck me like a bitch. Just wanna be used…”

That snapped whatever was left of my restraint

I flipped him with ease, pressing his chest into the nest and hauling his hips up, my hands spreading him open. My knot was beginning to soften, just enough to allow movement—and that was all I needed.

I dragged almost all the way out before slamming back into him, drawing a scream from his throat.

“Look at you,” I snarled, hips snapping forward, the sound of slick and skin echoing through the room. “Already stretched and stuffed but still begging to be bred again.”

His legs trembled, hands fisting the sheets, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as I rutted into him without mercy.

“S-so good Alpha, don’t stop, please—”

“You’re gonna take everything I give you,” I gritted out, slapping his ass hard enough to make him jolt. “Gonna keep you full until you can’t walk straight.”

He let out a broken cry, back arching under the pressure. His cock was untouched, leaking over his stomach, and I reached down to jerk him in time with my thrusts, stroking him rough and fast.

It didn’t take long this time—his body was already on fire, every nerve ending lit up.

“I’m- Alpha, I’m gonna—!” he cried, sobbing as his orgasm ripped through him.

He came hard, clenching down on me violently, milking my cock as I groaned and spilled inside him for the second time. The knot swelled again mid-thrust, locking us together all over.

This time it was messy. His hole was puffy and dripping, our combined slick and cum sloshing out with every twitch of my hips. His body gave out completely, slumping forward into the pile of pillows and my clothes, still whimpering, still twitching.

I collapsed over him, caging him in with my arms and chest, still buried deep, our hearts pounding together.

“You’re unbelievable,” I murmured against his neck, licking at the mark. “So fucking perfect for me.”

“More later?” he mumbled, nearly asleep but still greedy.

I smiled into his skin. “As many rounds as you want, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

The room was thick with the scent of slick, sex, and my pheromones—drenched in it, heady and sweet and sharp, like burnt caramel and firewood.

Katsuki was barely conscious now, boneless under me with a dazed, dreamy expression. His face was pressed into my pillow, drool dampening the fabric. His thighs were still twitching from the overstimulation, and his hole was fluttering weakly around my knot, leaking steadily.

I wrapped my arms around him tighter, cradling him to my chest as we lay there locked together. My lips found the shell of his ear.

“You did so good for me, baby,” I whispered, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from his face. “Took it all like a perfect Omega. So full now.”

He made a soft noise—half whimper, half purr—and turned his head just enough to nuzzle my scent gland.

“Love you,” he slurred. “Smell good. So good…”

I smiled, warm and a little helpless at how adorable he was like this. His heat haze was easing now—slowing—but the possessive clinginess always lingered after the hardest wave.

I slowly, carefully, eased my knot from his stretched hole. He gasped as the seal broke, and I caught his hips as his body went limp, my release spilling out in slow drips down his thighs.

I cleaned him gently with a warm cloth, murmuring little praises as he squirmed under the attention.

We lay there in silence for a while after , curled in our messy, rumpled nest. I tucked the comforter around him and tucked his hand against my chest, letting him fall asleep to the sound of my heartbeat.

His scent clung to me, wild and sweet. His mark on my throat still throbbed gently, and mine on his glowed soft and golden beneath the skin.

Katsuki Bakugou—my fierce, gorgeous Omega—was all mine.

Exactly where he belonged.

[habken]

How do you think Katsuki reacts to seeing Izuku after she chops off her hair?

she crashed out later in private

[deadhands69]

bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood! bakugous morning wood!

Oh hi there, you seem excited!

I’ll bite…

You wake up in the morning next to your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the comforter is tented as he lays flat out on his back.

“Good morning,” you say as your fingers trace the elastic of his boxers.

“Mornin–” he glances down, “ohhhhh, morning.” 

He rolls over to kiss you, letting your hands explore him over the fabric. 

“Had a dream about you,” he mumbles.

“I can feel that,” you giggle.

He climbs over you, caging you between his arms as his hips rut against you for friction. When he slides his boxer briefs off, you know: 

It’ll be a great morning.

[arsonisticartichokes]

AU Where Shinsou runs a cat sanctuary and Cat-suki likes to bite his friends :)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

midoriya being reader's and bakugou's biggest cheerleader, rooting for them since day one!?!?!?! 😭💖 he literally watched his 2 friends grow up and fall in love...he's so happy for them 🥹💗 like imagine the waterworks when they tell him they're (finally) in a relationship...if anyone believes in their love, it's midoriya!!!! 💓

the way things go !

synopsis : izuku knows, he always has, but he'll let you both figure it out.

an. this is literally so cute i love this !! tysm for the ask, this is pretty late tho so super sorries about this if youre still sticking around anon :(( but i hope you (and all yall) enjoy!!

cw. fluffy fluff ! childhood friends YAAAAAAH—middle school katsuki lol, childhood to like second year of ua timeskip, lmk if there's anything else !

if he thinks hard enough, izuku midoriya can remember the exact moment he realised his best friend had fallen in love with you.

you'd gone from being a new addition to their little friend group to you guys being so tight knit that people automatically associated you all together, if one was around—the other two were always expected nearby, a little trio.

sure, izuku never wanted anybody to feel left out, but you and kacchan were his best friends forever. you all had sleep overs at katsuki's house and went out for ice cream, visit for birthdays and stay up late to watch tv and tell scary stories under the covers. katsuki always pulled mean little pranks afterwards which would always scare the pants off of izuku, you always reassured him though, saying katsuki was being stupid. he thought that it was really cool how you never seemed to get scared until he noticed how you'd jump sometimes, but he found you even cooler.

you were best friends forever, shown by the cool woven bracelets you'd gotten for your friends when you came back from a beach vacation with your family. kacchan had complained the entire time you were gone, calling everything boring without you, but he never said a word about it when you got back and smacked izuku on the arm hard when he'd tried to tell you how much they'd both missed you.

izuku had managed to rip his gaze off his bracelet, woven with green and shades of blue that matched the sea to look up at his friend to ask how he felt about his gift. katsuki's had hints of orange, reds and vibrant pinks and he didn't complain about it even though he always said it was a girl colour. red eyes like his bracelet fixed onto his arm.

"look and yours kinda looks like it has flames on it, see ? like your explosions !" you explained excitedly, and izuku couldn't help getting excited too. your humour was always contagious. "oh yeah, i see it !" he agreed and you look over at him to nod in approval, obviously proud of your choice. and izuku realised then that the blonde still hadn't said one word.

you didn't seem to mind though, still too excited from your trip and izuku's reaction to his gift. you stuck your arm against katsuki's and grabbed izuku's so he could stick it to his, all your multicoloured bracelets coming together to form a mess of jumbled up colours "see, now we all match !" you exclaimed.

katsuki's cheeks were pink, stained and blotchy even through the worn out little bandaid stuck to his cheek. and all he could manage then was a nod, katsuki who you'd always call a big mouth was speechless and just nodded. izuku thought that was really weird

"i like it." he mumbled out quietly, obviously realising that you were now both awaiting an answer from him "we match," he repeated "but mines cooler." he finished off, crossing his arms and huffing to the sky proudly. and you burst out laughing, little giggles spill out and you break out into a laugh as you lean onto izuku. he can't help himself from laughing either. katsuki tries, really does, but he ends up laughing a bit too, nudging at your leg with his foot when you call him a big mouth.

and for the entire rest of the day, kacchan had found some excuse or other to drag you around and hold your hand, saying something about how you'd get lost since you were gone for so long, izuku thought that was weird too since you were only gone too weeks, but he quickly forgot about it. it was still hot when you got back, so you went for ice cream with money miss mitsuki had given you all to celebrate your return, and had gone to your (not so) secret spot by the river bank to laze around after your bellies were full.

the wind breezed through his clothes as izuku remembered the taste of his two scoops on his tongue, sighing and feeling himself getting sleepy. he hears you and kacchan talking.

he's talking about how your bracelet looks more like his, so you two match more. "that means you gotta stay with me forever so . . don't leave again." he mumbles, izuku hears the tugging and pulling of grass roots "was boring without you here." before he quickly catches himself with an "that's what izuku said." and the green haired boy answered with a sleepy "uhuh . . " that makes you giggle.

"i can ask my mom if you and izuku can come next time !" you chirp excitedly and you've always been contagious, so izuku responds again with a sleepy "yaaay . ." that makes you laugh.

when school started back up, katsuki had been quick to rip off his jacket and show off his bracelet to your friends, shown off by the short sleeved t-shirt he was wearing. always proud to answer the question of where'd gotten his cool new bracelet with a loud "yn got it for me from when she went on her trip, i bet she didn't get you anything !"

always proud and showing off was a kacchan that izuku knew all too well. but it was always about himself, never about others. and yet here he was showing off your gift to anybody who would listen because you were best friends. izuku thinks he truly realised, not then, but during lunch break when kacchan had pushed a boy to the ground because he'd made fun of his bracelet and called it girly.

"not true !" he'd yelled "you're just mad 'cus yn didn't get you nothin' and she likes me more then you. i bet you're just jealous 'cus she hates you, she told me you stink !"

and that's when he knew. because all three of you were always together and izuku had never ever heard you say that. but it seemed that to katsuki, being hated by you was the worst thing imaginable.

and that's when he knew.

and to him it was only natural for katsuki, one of the coolest people he knew, to have a crush on the other coolest person he knew. but when he'd asked kacchan about it after school, he'd punched him in the shoulder and told him "n-no ! shut up, quit talking stupid !" even as his cheeks turned beet red and he trudged off to go grab his backpack.

there was no doubt about it, you had a crush on each other.

izuku knows it, he knows you both know it. so why don't you do anything about it ?! it's sorta been driving him crazy.

he sees it all. sure, him and kacchan don't actually hang out anymore, but you and izuku still hang out and he sees them. the looks, the almost touches and the teasing and the shoulder nudges and—seriously, does nobody else see this ?!

but he'll keep quiet, he won't force you to do anything, he'll let you both take your time. but it seems the blond has been getting more and more impatient with himself.

"hey, nerd." izuku jumps despite himself at the rough voice from above him, looking up and quickly hiding his notebook from his ex-childhood friend.

"k-kacchan, hey ! didn't expect to see you here, heh . ." he trails off, eyes darting to the side. and izuku really hadn't expected to see him, kacchan wasn't the type to stay after class, always ready to walk you home when school was out. he feels his hands shaking and clenches onto his uniform pants. katsuki ignores the boy's attempt at friendly conversation, scoffing.

"what's your deal, huh ?" uh oh, izuku panics—what had he done ? he doesn't remember doing anything to anger him.

"i don't know what you're talking about, ka—"

a hand slams against his desk, startling the green haired boy and he almost jumps out of his skin.

"don't fuck with me ! y'know good and goddamn well what i'm talking about."

"but i—"

and then your name gets brought up "ya keep fuckin' staring at her all the time. what, you like her or something ?"

wait, what.

"huh ?"

"don't huh me," katsuki copies with a nasally voice "s'bad enough she wants to hang with you all the time, now you want more ?!"

oh, wait.

"just so you know, she doesn't like the nerdy type so you can go ahead and—" katsuki cuts himself off when he sees izuku smile, a smile he in his mind can only imagine as a smug one, so he scowls " quit makin' that creepy fuckin' face at me, weirdo ! i'll tell you right now—you haven't won and i damn sure won't lose ! never to a nerd like you, you got that ?!" he declared, before stomping out of the classroom.

izuku despite the obvious declaration of war he has no want to be part in, can't help but smile. "you've got nothing to worry about." he mutters to himself.

it'll be fine, he'll let you take your time—he has a feeling it won't be for much longer anyway.

"good morning, yn."

"hi, izuku."

you insist on not looking him in the eye when you speak, and izuku who's known you for years by now, immediately knew something was up.

you're here early, the common room is empty beside you and him right now "how'd you sleep ?" you ask, sipping on some juice. izuku hums, fixing his tie for class, you beckon him over and lean over to fix it for him which he thanks you for with an added shy chuckle.

and it's quiet.

izuku takes a spot next to you, "you know, you can talk to me about anything right ? i don't wanna assume but you look a bit bothered by something." your best friend smiles warmly at you when you make eye contact "i'm here if you need anything."

you squirm in your seat and then finally you spit your next sentence out at super speed "katsuki and i have liked each other for a while now and he asked me out and i said yes !"

"I KNEW IT!" the green haired's exclamation knocks you back and he flies up from his seat, he smiles down at you victoriously like he'd just defeated a villain.

"i knew you guys had been acting different, it was just too obvious ! always looking at each other for long periods of time—and sneaking off and standing so close to each other, it all makes sense !" and you're struck absolutely silent, he rambled and rambled on like he was taking notes for his hero notebook—seriously, how much did he know ?!

"w-wait but—you knew that we liked each other ?" you ask. izuku sits back down, even clears his throat after his little outburst, and smiles at you.

"oh yeah, i've known that for a while now !"

". . how long is a while ?"

". . a couple years."

"oh." you conclude. "i'm sorry i never told you, zuku . .s'just that i know that you and katsu's relationship was . . more than a bit strained so . ."

izuku immediately frown in shock "what, no it's not—you shouldn't have to apologise ! that was between kacchan and i so—" and he stops in his tracks "is that why it took you guys so long to . ."

now you're cutting him off "no, no that's not it ! i just never really had the courage to say anything !" you shyly rub at your glass "and honestly, i had no idea he even liked me like that . ."

surely you had to be messing with him. izuku sweatdrops at you without a word.

"well anyway, i'm glad you too are happy, truly." he utters sincerely. you smile back at him with a giggle and your humour's always been contagious, so he laughs along with you.

and when he sees you and kacchan walking to class holding hands he can't help but throw up a victorious fist up, leaving his friends a little bit confused.

(afterwards during training with katsuki, he wishes him a playful congratulations on winning, the blonde proceeding to punch his arm hard and izuku couldn't help but laugh. until katsuki chucked his water bottle at him.)

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