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[everythingspokenfor]

Part 3

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The new apartment was spacious, and quiet frankly beautiful. It had a large window facing the city, a decent sized kitchen with an attached balcony, a living room and 2 bedrooms.

Everything was here, all your stuff, packed in boxes, furniture delivered but waiting to be set up.

You were startled by the sound of bags ruffling in the kitchen, suddenly aware of the presence there. Haruki had been with you throughout the whole move, he had been the one to suggest you this apartment, he lives across the hall from you. He had known that you were looking for apartments for a while and suggested the vacant one in his building, although he originally wanted to suggest you move in with him, but that seemed too straight forward.

"I made katsudon, it probably isn't as good as the one you are used to having tho." He stated, gesturing towards the meal set up on the kitchen counter. You know he was indirectly referring to Bakugou's cooking but you brushed it off.

"I am just glad to have warm meal after a long day of work, Haruki, l am sure the food tastes amazing." You replied, walking towards him and taking a seat in front of him.

You both ate in silence, katsudon was good maybe not like the one at home but it was a different kind of good. Maybe it was the exhaustion weighing down your bones, or the ache of heartbreak still stinging.

"it was good." You picked up the emptied bowls and moved to the sink. Haruki hummed, tilting his head in confusion before following you.

"The food, I meant. It was good." You clarified, while staring the water and rinsing the dishes.

Haruki stood next to you, taking the soaped up dishes and running them through water. "I am glad, i didn't want you to feel lonely here. The apartment is far from main city but if it makes any better I am right next door." He said while leaning against the counter. You turned towards him only to see him already looking at you, he leaned in, before slowly pushing your hairs behind your ear. "I think this is it for today. I'll call it a night and deal with the rest of it tomorrow." You mumbled while stepping back, the proximity seemed a little less for your comfort.

"that's alright, I'll take my leave for today as well", sensing your discomfort he moved out of the kitchen and through the front door.

The silence was alot louder then you anticipated, the absence of another person suddenly causing your throat to constrict. You shock your head to clear up your thoughts and went to your room. The only thing set up was your bed, you laid down and picked up your phone.

Suki : I am sorry.

You put the phone back down, and turned over to sleep.

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The loud knocking wasn't really how you were expecting to be woken up with. The clock read a time too early for you to be up considering you were on leave.

You stood up and went to the door, not really caring what you looked like hoping to deal with the nuisance and go back to bed. You swing the door open, only to see the cause of your heartbreak standing in front of you. Blond hair, more messy than usual, fidgety hands holding a white bad.

"you left me on seen" Bakugou barged in the apartment, not bothered by your disheveled appearance, having seen you in worse.

"Can I get an explanation?" you closed the door, moving into the living room, only to see him move smoothly around your kitchen. Suprisingly knowing where, what is without ever being here.

"it was shitty of me to leave that day, and even more shittier for me to apologise over text", he paused, before turning around and pulling 2 bottles of beer out of the bag. "So, I have come to apologise."

"And why do you know where what is in my kitchen?"

"you arranged your kitchen just like our was", he retorted," all plates, bowls and wine glasses in lower shelves because you used them more often" he looked smug, that did irritate you a little.

You let out a breath, before you looked over to what he had bought, katsudon, within bright orange and red containers that you had gifted him as a joke, 2 bottles of beer and fried onions, fucking fried onions because he knows you like to sprinkle it on savoury food.

"what do you want, Katsuki?", you questioned him, moving around him to grab a pair of chopsticks and starting to eat.

He looked at you silently, eating on the counter straight out of the plastic container, you looked tired, more than usual, bags under your eyes, nose red. He wonders when had it all started, he knows he broke your heart, heck he knows he is breaking it right now as well, you don't show it, you never do, always dealing with your suffering in silence.

"I came to apologise, I am the one that messed up, I get that you want to keep distance from be but why the whole squad?" He queried,"why did you leave the agency, you don't even hang out with the girls, Mina had been worrying alot you know?", he moved over to the cabinets and got out a glass, opening the freezer and filling it with ice pouring the beer from the bottle into it.

You remained silent, choosing to focus on katsudon.

"Don't choke on it, I know you hate confrontations, I don't need answers" he set the glass down next to you before continuing,"at least not right now".

"i didn't want to make things awkward with the squad," you finally spoke, taking a big gulp from the glass,"nobody really knows that I like you, and I really didn't want to cause a sense just because you got a girl."

"why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you confess?", He reasoned, fingers fidgeting, a nervous tick you know, he has.

You turned towards him and smiled, the kind of smile he hated because there were tears in your eyes, the ones that you only shed when you knew you were alone, when you knew that your grief wouldn't be shared. The kind of smile you gave when you told your truths.

"How long did it take for you to confess to her, Bakugou?", You asked him, there are still tears in your eyes, nose still red, you are no longer averting your eyes, but looking straight at him, your shoulders are still slumped. He doesn't know what made his heart ache more, the defeat in your eyes, your truth that you put out or the fact that you called him by his surname.

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[stargirlygirl]

Boobs too big

Pro Hero!Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Summary: Bakugou designs new underwear merch for you but unfortunately, it doesn't fit as your boobs are too big.

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: One instance of name-calling, swearing because it's Bakugou, implied smut and a bit of making out (but not really)

A/n: this one is for plus size readers and/or readers who have a larger chest size; room was inspired by this fanart; [f/c] = favourite colour

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You had just finished work for the day. It was around 5pm and you knew that your boyfriend, Bakugou, would be finishing up his patrol about now. You packed up your things and left the office, saying goodbyes and thank you’s to your colleagues on the way out. It was a quick walk to the train station. The mauve and orange sky filling you with awe. The breeze and was cool and slight, ruffling your hair and blouse gently. You got off in two stops and walked to Dynamight’s agency.

Sometimes, he would pick you up from work. Sometimes, you would come to his agency after work. And some other times, you two would just meet at home, especially if it had been a long day or one of you had the day off.

Today, you wanted to surprise him since you two had a great (wink) time last night and he had left so quickly and early this morning on call. You were left craving your hero’s touch and affections and what a better way to let him know than by surprising him after work.

The receptionists recognised you when you walked in, greeting you and letting you know that Dynamight wasn’t back yet, but he should be shortly. You thanked them and headed to the elevator, taking it up the top floor where his office was. Let me rephrase that, his office was the top floor.

Once you hopped off the elevator, you could see his empty office through the glass walls. You push the glass door open and enter, taking in how messy it was since the last time you had been in here (which was last Wednesday). You placed your bag down, resting against the leg of his large wooden desk. The scorch marks across it making you smile.

You came around to his seat, seeing the picture he had on his desk of you two at the beach. The frame was decorated with pasta pieces, a craft project you had taken too in the last few months. It made you giggle. You remembered that day at the beach. It had been so hot and Katsuki had been complaining the whole time about his quirk going off. And about you getting sunburnt. He was committed to lathering you up every two hours, especially since you were in a bikini that he ripped off that night back at the rental place. It was when he had first admitted to you how much he loved you. Not with words of course. No, you knew by how he had taken such good care of you that aforementioned night and you had (of course) reciprocated his feelings.

You looked away from the picture, rolling up the sleeves of your [f/c] blouse before bending to put pens and pencils back in their holder, sticky notes in a pile, empty the sharpener, and so on. You continued to tidy his office, moving from the desk to the shelving and seating. He really was messy, you thought to yourself. At home, it wasn’t too bad since you were there, but alone, damn was he a—

Your thoughts are interrupted by the ding of the elevator. You turn around, mid paper-picking up, to see the love of your life stomping angrily (as per usual) out of the elevator. His gloved palms collide with the office door and he’s huffing inside. When he notices you he shouts, “[Y/N] WHAT THE FUCK?! What’re you doing ‘ere, you brat?!” You laugh, placing the papers in your hands on his desk and walking up to him. He meets you first, and your hands are on his chest, you head tilted up.

You look so sweet, so kissable in this moment, and Bakugou can’t resist you. His sweat-laden gloves grab at your waist and you tilt your head back even more. You lick your lips and the way he crashes his lips down onto yours has you weak in the knees. You grip harder onto his suit, hands soon moving to the back of his neck.

He’s got that shit-eating grin on his face, you can feel it as your breaths and moans intermingle and become one. His tongue seeks yours, rolling over your bottom lip and teeth. You fall further into him, your knees weakening even more. And he catches you, smirking wider and intertwining his tongue with yours. You can taste the remnants of the steamed salmon and rice bento you made him for lunch.

You moan particularly loudly into him, only further further inflating his massive ego. By the time you two pull away, you’ve got saliva dripping down your chin. You’re both panting, foreheads resting against one another. He chuckles at how pathetic you are for him pretending he’s not the one wrapped around your finger.

He takes off one of his gloves, wiping the spit from your chin with long, sweaty fingers. You hum softly and pull away from him, smiling. “You’re gonna ruin my makeup if you keep doing that.” You give him a teasing disapproving look to which he smirks, “I’ll do a lot more than fuck up your makeup, love.” He’s got that lewd look in his eyes and you have to turn away, hoping he won’t catch sight of the blush stirring in your cheeks.

You return back to what you were doing before, picking up the documents that had fallen off his cluttered desk and onto the floor. You watch out of the corner of your eye as Bakugou stalks over to his desk chair, pulling it roughly and plonking down in it. He’s got his feet up on the desk, taking his other glove and mask off.

He looks over at you and then around his office. His brows furrow, “Oi! Have you been cleaning up my office?” You look up at him and nod, smiling gently. He looks away, “Tch.” You watch as he crosses his muscular yet scarred arms across his chest, taking his feet down. “You mad at me, Suki?” You raise an eyebrow. He avoids your gaze as he gets up from the desk and walks around it, towards you. But, he doesn’t come to you.

Instead, he walks past you, not flicking a glance your way the entire time, over to the sofa at the far end of the office. You continue picking up the last pieces of paper that have fallen when drops a box at your feet. You’re startled by the noise and yelp, “Fuck, Katsuki!” You shift to look at him and he’s still scowling. He meets your gaze for a moment before rolling his eyes. “It’s the new merch…” He finally looks back at you. “For you.”

You’re immediately all giggles, tense shoulders relaxing. “Really? You got me new merch?!” You’re grinning from ear to ear, and you can see him get even more annoyed. That was one thing about him that had taken a while for you to learn. Even though he looks pissed off, he’s actually really happy that you’re excited.

“Thanks, Suki!” You step around the box and give him a hug. He grumbles but accepts it, patting the back of your head. You pull away from him and crouch down to the cardboard box, not paying attention to how he strides to his desk, plopping down in his chair to watch you.

You take the lid off and squeal. On top is an oversized black hoodie with a white skull on it. He knows how much you love his skull merch so this was really precious to you that he would bring out more.

Bakugou actually took part in his merch design. He didn’t come up with all of the designs, but he would meet with his team of designers to go over different ideas they had and finalise the next line of merch. This was unique in that most heroes outsourced their official merch design and manufacture while Bakugou preferred to be involved in his. He claimed that he didn’t want any of these ‘extras’ screwing up his designs, but you know that it was because he really wants for his fans to have nicely designed and good quality official merch.

It felt so soft and thick! This was definitely going to be your new fav hoodie. Your current one (which was another one of Dynamight’s merch) was falling apart at the seams after almost daily wear for the past five years. You set it on your lap and continued going through the box. This new range’s theme was skulls. You couldn’t stop smiling and giggling to yourself as you looked at each item, mesmerised. Bakugou watched you, nervous and happy-annoyed that you seemed to really like it. He had designed them with you in mind after all.

Beneath a pair of skull track shorts, you see what you think you’re seeing but not too sure if you’re actually seeing this so you end up pinching yourself. Dynamight underwear? There’s a reason why heroes don’t bring out official merch underwear and that’s because it takes a lot of work to figure out a flattering and attractive design that would make fans spend almost triple the price of regular underwear to buy. You’re in actual shock as pick up a skull patterned bralette by the straps.

The base colour is a pale orange with the opaque skulls printed on top. It blurs the line between Halloween and Dynamight merch, you think. But you also think that it gets extra points for versatility. The fabric is soft to the touch. Actually, it’s the softest material you’ve felt yet. The clasps at the back have also been flattened for comfort.

Bakugou stares at you intensely from his desk as you look at it. This is the moment he’s been the most nervous for. It was this piece that he wanted you to love out of the whole range as you’ve been complaining for a few weeks about how hard it is to find comfortable underwear that lasts a long time and actually looks good.

And he’s done it!

Just kidding. The bra looks like it was made for a pre-teen going through who just started going through puberty. You’re looking at it now wondering how the fuck that was supposed to hold anything in place.

Bakugou senses your dismay and pipes up, “You don’t like it?” You can hear the hurt in your voice. You quickly put the bralette back in the box and shake your head. “No! No, it’s not that, Suki-chan.” You’re waving your hands dismissively. “It’s just that…” Your hands fall from your chest to your knees and you look down, at the bralette. It’s so pretty and you know he must of worked so hard on it.

“Tch.” You look up, catching the end of his eye roll. “WHAT?!” He looks at you expectantly now, brows knitted together. You bite the side of your lip, anxiety jitters moving throughout your body in wavelike motions. But then you chuckle slightly, doing your best to shake it off. There’s nothing for you to be anxious about. “Suki,” you giggle, lifting the bralette up so he can see the front. You bring it next to your chest, straps hanging from your fingers. “What is this gonna hold?”

In an instant, his cheeks heat up and he’s grumbling to himself that it’s a fine size. You can see the blush extending from his cheeks to the tops of his ears and down the back of his neck. You smile and get up from your place next to the box, coming over to him and sitting on his lap (which he has no complaints about). You hold the bralette up to show him what you’re talking about, “It’s really pretty , Suki-chan. But it’s just so small. You know that… You know.” You’re giving him those pleading eyes. Those eyes of ‘please, don’t make me explain myself’. But, he just looks at you, blushing and scrunching up his brows.

You soothe the wrinkles with the pad of your thumb, but as soon as they’re gone, they come right back. He takes the bralette from your hands, holding it against your chest. And now, he’s beginning to understand what you were talking about. He huffs and places it down on your lap. It’s quiet for a few moments before you speak up, “I know you worked really hard on it, Suki. It’s okay. We’ll just—”

“Your boobs are too big.”

You’re staring at him, eyes wide, jaw ‘bout to drop. The fuck did he say to��� “What?” He shrugs, “It’s not my fault your t—”

“Okay!” You hold up your hand, unable to tell whether he’s joking or not. “Thanks babe. Really.” You’re tone is dripping with sarcasm as you stare him down. But he’s unfazed by this sudden change in your mood. He shrugs again, barking out his laughter as he does so, “I wouldn’t want it any other way, you know?” He’s leaning over, in for the kiss. But you’re not in the mood.

You get off his lap but his hot hands grasp your wrist before you can really go anywhere. You back around to look at him and he’s got that sharp, lopsided smirk across his face. “I’ll make you a new one, eh?” You’re staring at him, brow raised, confused. But he doesn’t notice (he does but chooses to ignore it) and pulls you in for that kiss you tried to evade.

And it works, after a few moments the bralette sizing dilemma is forgotten. And so is the fact that the walls of Dynamight’s office are literally glass so anyone who happens to come up to the top floor of the agency can see into his office and consequently, the lewd undertakings that ensue.

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It’s been about week since Dynamight had given you a look at the new merch. After that afternoon in the office, the matter of the bralette sizing hadn’t come up since. You’re beginning to get a little suspicious since your boyfriend has been staying back after patrol ever since. He says it to review patrol reports, but if you knew better (and you do), you would say that it was to work on the bralette design.

It was around 12pm on Thursday when Bakugou called you. You had just gone to lunch break thankfully and picked up immediately. “Oi. Come by the agency after work. There’s something I wanna show you.” His voice was gruff and you thought you could hear the laughter of Red Riot in the background. “Mhmm, what do you want to show me?” You were trying to conceal your smile, but knowing Bakugou, he definitely could hear it from the other end of the line. “Tch. You’ll find out when you ‘ere, alright?” You giggle in response, telling him “Okay” and “I love you” before hanging up the line.

And now, you had just left the train station and were walking towards Dynamight’s agency. You couldn’t help the grin that was plastered across your face. You had been smiling ever since that phone call. So much so that your cheeks had begun to hurt.

It wasn’t long before you arrived, greeting the receptionists who directed you down the hall this time. You smiled and followed their lead, walking down the corridor and turning left down another hallway until you came to the design room. This is where all of the merch was designed and tested after manufacture. You knocked on the door, seeing through the little glass window cut-out on the door spiky ash blond hair. It opened after a few seconds and you were met with a woman who you assume to be one of Dynamight’s design assistants.

She had long, dark blue hair with equally blue eyes. She greeted you with a smile and motioned for you to enter. As you did so, Dynamight came up to you and snaked his arm around your waist. You giggled, embracing his tall, warm frame. He smelt like ash and smoke as per usual. He huffed into your shoulder before pulling away, smirking sharply down at you. You returned it with your own, much softer grin.

He had that excited look in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but feel excited by seeing it. “So,” you began, “Why did you ask me to come here?” He laughed, shaking his head slightly at your perceived dullness. “Isn’t it obvious? You’re gonna be my model for the new merch.” You blinked once. And then twice. Sorry what? Did you hear that right? Model? You?

You shook your head, now getting a better look at the room since Bakugou had stepped back. You could see boxes haphazardly stacked in one of the corners while a few sat opened on top of a long grey table. There were a few more assistants seated at the table, pulling the contents out and discussing the merch.

You looked back to the woman standing in front of you and then to your partner. “Um, what do you mean?” You asked tentatively. “Tch.” Bakugou put his hand on your lower back, still gloved and sooty, and led-pushed you over to the table. The blue-haired woman followed behind.

Once you got to the table, Bakugou pulled out the same bralette you had initially been critical of. Except this time, it looked like it actually might fit. He released his grasp on you and held it up to your chest, eyes glinting and lips pulling into another smirk in satisfaction. His red eyes flicked up to meet your own [e/c] ones and he thrust the bralette into your hands. He pointed to something behind you so you turned around, seeing that he was pointing to a little dressing cube in the corner. You put two and two together and turn back around, about to protest when Bakugou spoke over the top of you.

“Oi! Just try it on,” he rolled his eyes. Your mouth formed a hard line and you stared at him for a little before ultimately deciding that it was best to do as he says. I mean, he has put in all of this work to make this bralette fit you. And yea, it is a bit embarrassing to have to try it on when there are so many (not really but) of his employees around. But, he has the best intentions and you love him dearly for that.

You drop your bag against the leg of the table before walking over to the changing area. You pull the curtain shut behind you before removing your blouse and push-up bra to put on the orange bralette. Ah, you think, it feels so soft! You turn and look at yourself in the small mirror on the wall and wow, it really does look and fit so good. The bralette curves and sits perfectly over your breasts and on your under-bust. No spilling or gaping. You’re in awe of how Katsuki pulled this off. But then, you remember that you are dating THE pro hero Dynamight.

You pull the curtain aside and step out, your boyfriend’s sharp eyes on you from the moment you re-appeared. You walk over to him, trying to hide the smirk on your face seeing how his mouth had dropped open slightly and eyes were trained on your chest, blond brows completely relaxed. As soon as you’re within arms-length, Bakugou’s large gloved hands grab onto your forearm, pulling so that you fall into his chest. His arms are wrapped around you, eyes tracing the curves of your chest and then roving up your neck and to your jawline, lips, and [e/c] eyes.

You smile gently and giggle a little before he brings his hand to the top of your head and ruffles your silky locks. This causes you to giggle even more and look down, the intensity of his stare always making you falter.

At the sudden realisation that indeed, you two weren’t alone, you cleared your throat, archiving that cute smile he loved so much and bringing out the business look. You placed your much smaller hands on his chest and pushed him back slightly, earning you an irate noise from the back of Katsuki’s throat. You shook your head before tilting it to the side, “There are other people here, you know?”

He laughs from his chest, his warm breath hitting your face. “Oh, I know.” He’s got this wide shit-eating grin stretched across his face now. Great. You grumble playfully, “Suki-chan, we have to be professional.” He rolls his eyes at you, backing off now, “Tch.”

He takes the sight of you in again, very obviously checking you out. You begin to feel self-conscious with how much he’s staring at you. Automatically, your hands are on the move to cover your chest but you stop mid movement, seeing his eyebrows furrow, and force them back down by your sides. You are his model, after all. How can he improve his craft is you don’t allow him to evaluate his work? But this evaluation was teetering on the edge of shamless eye-fucking.

You clear your throat again, “Yea, I like it. You’ve done a really good job.” Your fingers start pointing to different parts of the bralette as you continue, “The band is really comfortable, the cups fit well, the straps are a good length. I really like it.” You give him a smile and tilt your head after you finish explaining. His hungry gaze lingers on you for a few moments more, tongue darting across his lower lip before he turns away from you.

Bakugou walks back over to the table, standing at the end of it, “You heard her. It’s fine.” You come up behind him and place your hand on his shoulder, standing a bit to the side. “It’s really nice, honestly. You’ve all done a really good job on it.” They nod, returning your grin with their own.

The blue-haired assistant asks if she can take some photos of you wearing the bralette for their quality assurance and fit records, and of course, you agree. Bakugou stands off to the side, pretending to be listening to one of the designers when in reality, all he can focus on is how attractive you look in his merch. 100% eye-fucking you.

It’s not long before you’ve stripped it off and have changed back into your work clothes. Bakugou still has some work to do at the agency before he leaves, so you give a him kiss on the cheek and thank the design team before catching the train home.

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Within the next week, Dynamight’s new skull merch line dropped and it was selling fast. The oversized hoodie and classic skull t-shirt had already sold out. Pro heroes such as Shoto and Deku were seen out in public in the orange and black skull bucket hats. This response from fans and heroes was unprecedented, and you had been buttering your boyfriend up all week about how incredible of a designer and businessman he was besides from being the greatest pro hero ever.

He has been pretty busy since, trying to manage his hero work, re-stocking of the merch, and the attention all of this has garnered from the media. In fact, he had just done an interview on the new merch yesterday. And today, your pookie was long gone by the time you had woken up — only at 8am since it was your day off — as he was on morning patrol from 5am to 1pm.

You sat up and stretched your arms overhead, yawning and smiling contently as you looked around your shared bedroom. Bright sunlight was streaming through the white curtains, illuminating the All Might poster on the far wall and shelf full of Katsuki’s All Might merch and trading card collections.

Groaning, you rose from the bed and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and shower. Afterwards, you made yourself a cup of tea and sat on the plush chair in the corner of your shared bedroom, pulling out your journal and writing down the dream you had last night. All was quiet, until your phone started buzzing like crazy. Every second a new notification sounded, sending your phone into a vibrating fit on the dresser. Annoyed and confused by this, you put your journal and pen on the table beside you and walked over to pick up your phone.

You had several missed phone calls by unknown numbers, as well as your friend and pro hero Mina. Bakugou had introduced you two shortly after you two started dating, and you and the pink girl had hit it off immediately. You unlocked your phone, seeing an alarming amount of unread messages. You opened the messenger app and scrolled, clicking on Mina’s chat. Not bothering to read her gazillion messages, you clicked on the phone icon up the top and waited for her to pick your call.

It was only on the second ring when her voice shouted into the microphone, “[Y/n]! [Y/n]-CHAN, ARE YOU THERE?!” You began saying ‘yes’ when she continued, “HAVE YOU SEEN IT?? Everyone’s talking about it!” You shake your head, brows now knit together and eyes narrowing, “Seen what?” Mina gasped, “YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT?!” You had to pull the phone away from your ear. “No, Mina, I haven—”

“I’LL SEND IT TO YOU RIGHT NOW! THERE ARE TONS OF ARTICLES BUT THIS ONE IS THE ARTICLE!” Your brows only furrow further together. “Mina, what artic—” “OKAY, I sent it to you. NOW, GO READ IT!!” You chose to laugh, knowing that although Mina can be a bit over the top sometimes, she has your best interest at heart. You thank her and hang up the call, returning to the chat and clicking on the link she just texted you.

It takes you to an article titled ‘”Boobs too big.” Dynamight Challenges Standard Sizing of Hero Merch in Latest Release.’ Your jaw drops. Your eyes are glued to the screen as you read:

On a quiet Friday night, Dynamight reveals his true inspiration for making pro hero merch’s first ever plus size underwear range. Not even the previous Symbol of Peace ‘All Might’ attempted to tackle such a challenge. In fact, Dynamight is one of only a handful of pro heroes to ever release official underwear merchandise in history.

In his interview with Juko News, Dynamight explains how he wanted to create merchandise that was comfortable, flattering, and high quality for fans. He said, “I work with the team to design every piece… We [Dynamight’s design team] outsource construction and once that’s done, we test every size and make sure each item is good enough to sell.”

Now, this isn’t anything new. Ever since Dyanmight began selling official merchandise, he’s always had a hand in the creative process. But now, Dynamight admits that it was his long-term partner, [L/n] [Y/n] who is the reason why he’s expanded this new merch range to underwear and larger sizes. The pro hero said, “She’s always complainin’ about her bras not fitting right. It’s not her fault that her boobs are too big. Tch, why not design and make something she’ll actually like?”

Were you actually reading this? Did… did Bakugou actually say, on camera, that your boobs were “too big”. You were going to give it to him tonight.

Your eyes skim read the rest of the article. Struggles for larger-chested women in Japan; Dynamight is more than just a hero; call to action for other heroes to make larger sizes; excitement around re-stocking and future merch.

You put down your phone and walked back over to your chair, collapsing in it like you had just done crossfit or something. You couldn’t help but start giggling, which turned into full-blown teary, stomach-aching laughter. Bakugou was the love of your life, even if he was a bit rough and brash at times, he cares. And you know that when he said those things, he really did mean it with your best interest at heart. But he doesn’t need to know that you know that last part yet, yea?

[shdo-xplosion]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 .ೃ࿐

𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨!𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 2.4k words; aphrodisiac accident, explicit smut, no reader pronouns but “pussy”, “clit” and “cunt” are used, pussy slapping, slight overstimulation, some plot, some fluff

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: first full one-shot! bakugou seemed like the right choice since his birthday just passed. manga cap colored by moi ( ᐛ )و plspls tell me what you think of my writing! i’ll really appreciate you!

𝐒𝐨 stupid.

You can’t believe you had forgotten to update such critical information—paperwork you had filled out nearly ten years ago that you simply never thought to return to, never remembered to return to.

Now your reminder has arrived (too late) and is standing in front of you with a deep frown etched into his features as he examines you from across the hospital room.

“M’sorry,” you breathe heavily, “you don’t have to stay.”

Bakugou doesn’t move aside from crossing his arms over his chest and making his quintessential mocking “tch.”

Dabbing your forehead with the wet rag you’ve been clutching for dear life, you try again. “No, it’s okay, I’ll be fine.” Nevermind the fact that it feels like your skin is on fire, and your blood is bubbling with need.

Fucking aphrodisiac quirks. Every hero knows to beware of them despite how rare they are, but after avoiding such a quirk for years, the warning turned into more of a myth in your head, even with the waivers and emergency contacts you’ve filled out in the past—one packet while you were still at UA (in which you listed your best friend as your ‘rescue partner’) then again at your first real agency job.

“Just list me, I don’t care,” the Dynamight had waved off. “Those quirks are so fuckin’ rare you’ll probably never run into one.”

So you put your fucking boss down on the paper like an idiot, and he scribbled his messy signature like an idiot, and then you both promptly forgot about the exchange until right this moment.

“Don’t be stupid,” Bakugou huffs in front of you, finally walking to you and snatching the rag out of your hand to wet it with colder water in the sink.

It’s been a couple years since you’ve seen each other in person aside from tense, fleeting moments during missions. He’s still attractive as ever, still gives you butterflies like when you originally worked for him, like when you used to ogle him through the TV in your early teen years.

He’s in his thirties now, and though his hero costume hasn’t changed much over the years, he fills more of it out—specialty spark-proof shirt sticking to every dip and curve of muscle, gauntlets looking less humongous where they hang under impressive biceps. He slips said gauntlets off and gently sets them on the stiff hospital couch then moves back to you and places the wet rag on the back of your neck.

If you weren’t so distracted, you’d be surprised at his composure, especially since you didn’t actually leave his agency on the best of terms. There had been a… disagreement about a promotion that resulted in you packing up your desk and storming out, not caring about the bridges you would burn by doing so. To add insult to injury, you ended up at one of his best friend’s agencies working under Chargebolt.

You expect Bakugou to bring it up and get mad, scold you for making such a rash decision (like he doesn’t do the same thing), but he doesn’t. All he does is sigh and mumble, “how’d you even get in this mess, ya’ dumbass?”

It makes you laugh which makes you cramp and throb between your legs. You aren’t sure how long you’ll be able to stand the small talk, though the cool water dripping down your back helps alleviate some of the heat.

“Seemed like a typical smash n’ grab,” you tell him, clenching your jaw when you feel his bare fingers graze your hairline. “Was not typical, it turns out. Guy got away with a bunch of jewelry and I got away with…”

“A need to fuck?” Bakugou snorts.

Your run your hands down your face while whining, “don’t say it like thaaaaat,” because it’s embarrassing.

“Why? That’s what it is? You got hit with a quirk that makes ya’ need dick.”

His tone is amused but it still goes right to your pussy.

“I don’t need dick,” you argue. “The effects will wear off on their own.”

“Yeah, but it’ll probably take longer.”

You watch as he bends at the waist to unlace his boots and take them off. He unbuckles his belt next, unbuttons his pants, and you’re swallowing excess saliva at the thought of what will happen next.

It’s Bakugou. Murder God Dynamight. Your old boss who you sort of fucked over. The idea of being so vulnerable with him nauseates you, but… he’s here, and he’s undressing, and he’s peering at you like he has no qualms whatsoever.

Your head is screaming at you to shoo him away, but your cunt is leaking with arousal, insides pulsing in time with your heartbeat, and you just don’t have the willpower to deny yourself the relief that he will surely grant you.

“Fine. Just know that I know this is a dumb idea.”

“You’re the one who didn’t fill out new paperwork,” he reminds while peeling off his shirt. “Take your clothes off, idiot.”

You roll your eyes but also obey without protest. “I see you’re still sweet as ever.”

All of your clothes are damp with sweat as you take them off and fling them somewhere. At this stage of a hookup, you're usually a little shy, wanting to cover yourself back up, but you’re not operating at full capacity as of now. There’s no room for shyness.

A lot of pro heroes have merchandise that goes far past t-shirts and keychains, and Dynamight is no exception. You don’t know how many “replica” dildos you’ve seen online and in sex shops, and though many of them are appealing, none come close to the real thing.

Bakugou has a fat cock, mushroom-shaped head leaking with translucent precum. A vein pops and curves up the side like a river that accentuates his girth. A gradient from pale to angry pink, it might be the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen, though that could be the aphrodisiac quirk talking. His is the kind of cock you want to suck, the kind you’d happily let bully your throat open. More than that, though, you want it inside of you. You want it to make you cum.

You reach out to grab him, but Bakugou steps just out of reach with a wicked smirk on his face.

“Nuh uh,” he shakes his head. “Gotta show me that pussy first.”

Your vision tunnels from the lust that overwhelms you, and you throw yourself onto your back hastily, shamelessly spreading your legs in both display and invitation. You don’t have to see yourself to know how pathetic you look, sweating and panting, thighs already trembling as slick leaks from your hole in thick globs. You’ve never felt this kind of desperation before, and now you truly understand why heroes are warned so heavily about these quirks.

“Fuck me,” Bakugou exhales, sliding to his knees and bending forward to press his face between your legs. At first all he does is breathe in deeply. You would blush if you weren’t in such a state, but the action only turns you on more.

A tongue traces from your hole to your clit, parting your lips and gathering your arousal with each pass.

“Bakugou,” you whimper, wiggling your hips wantonly.

“Shh, lemme make you feel good,” he rumbles.

Tears pool behind your closed eyelids, and you plead with him, “wanna feel good with your cock, pleeease.”

You feel his derisive exhale more than hear it, but as he rises and gets on the bed you definitely hear the words, “greedy brat,” leave his mouth.

Your back arches like your possessed when Bakugou guides his thick cock into your hole, gummy walls sucking him in until his tip is kissing your cervix. You need to be fucked now, need him to fuck you and fill you with his cum over and over again, “please, Kat…” you sob, falling into old habits of when you considered each other friends.

“I’ve got ya’, sweetheart,” he promises, slowly thrusting. “M’right here.”

He feels so good, sliding in and out of you and making a home of your insides. You feel him in your stomach, in your chest, and your heart starts beating too fast when you lock eyes with him.

“Ready for more?” he asks.

“Yeah, yesyes, please.”

Without any further warning, Bakugou manipulates your legs so that they’re pressed to your chest, knees parallel to your ears. Your eyes roll with the new angle, spongy tissue massaged in just the right way, and when Bakugou realizes he’s hitting the right spot, he starts snapping his hips harder and faster.

You’re full-on crying now, a steady stream of tears dripping from your eyes, but you’re smiling, begging, thanking whatever god there is that Bakugou is here and taking away your pain.

Your pussy squelches with every thrust, wetness splashing between your bodies, creating a tacky mess all over thighs and pelvises.

“Feel good, baby,” he tells you, and his own eyes are cloudy, lips parted and just asking to be nipped. So you lean up as well as you can, grabbing him by the hair at the back of his head, and kiss him sloppily.

Bakugou groans, rhythm faltering as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. It feels like you can’t breathe anything but him. He’s filling every inch of you, invading every sense. He smells like gunpowder, tastes like caramel, and feels like a body of divinity.

“S’your pussy always this creamy or is it just for me?” he growls, letting go of one of your legs so he can slide a finger alongside his cock, thoroughly coating it in your juices then pulling it out to show you.

“Quirk,” you gasp. It has to be, right? You can’t be this out of your mind for Bakugou, can you?

“Oh yeah?” he starts tapping your clit with his fingers, growing a little more aggressive with each hit until he’s slapping your swollen bud.

“Just the quirk, huh? This pussy squirting ‘cause of the quirk too?” He rubs over the slick bundle rapidly, overstimulating you until your body pushes out a geyser of squirt that soaks Bakugou’s toned chest. He resumes slapping your pussy, making you jerk beneath him, and keeps up the ruthless cycle until the bedsheets are drenched and you’re babbling a confession, “it’s you, always you, wanted you for so long, Kat…”

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to hear,” he tells you approvingly as he starts fucking into you again.

Your walls swell around his cock, spasming with an impending orgasm. Bakugou keeps drilling into you, spewing filth right in your ear, breath hotter with every taunt.

“You wanted this cock so bad, yeah? That why you left me?”

You shake your head, jaw falling open as your climax builds.

“Wanted me to fuck your little pussy but didn’t know how to ask? Well, I am now,” he continues, “finally gonna fill you up like I’ve wanted to.”

Your breath is pushed from your lungs in a long moan when it hits you, puffy cunt gushing around Bakugou and milking his own orgasm from him, hot cum painting your insides and slowly oozing from your loosened hole.

You’ve heard that with many aphrodisiac quirks it takes more than just one sexual cycle to get it all out of your system—multiple phases of excitement, multiple plateaus, multiple orgasms, and multiple resolutions.

But sometimes one is enough. If the cycle is strong enough and your body releases enough…

“God, I feel so much better,” you say, chest rising and falling with each deep breath. “Thank you.”

Bakugou pulls out and rolls onto the bed next to you, also breathing heavily. Though still hard, you know his cock is spent, slowly softening where it glistens with the mixture of fluids. He doesn’t say anything, just nods.

You figure he’ll catch his breath then get up and leave, remind you to change your emergency contact.

But after several minutes of post-orgasm bliss, he pipes up in his gruff voice, “so why did you leave like you did?”

It’s not really what you feel like talking about, but you kind of owe him. Plus, the answer is pretty simple.

“You already know. I was angry about being passed up for the promotion,” you sigh. “I thought I was doing pretty well as an intermediate sidekick, but… guess not.”

“Nah, you were doin’ great. You did well with me and all the other pros.”

You glance over at him with narrowed eyes. “Then why’d flaming pubes get the promotion?” you think back to the new sidekick bitterly.

Bakugou opens his mouth but immediately closes it again. Sits up, hunches forward, drags a hand down his face.

“Kat… why?”

“Cause I didn’t want you on crazy fucked up sites,” he tells you, voice too loud. “I’d seen you cry during rescue missions and didn’t like it, and you split your fuckin’ head open on the Dark Shot mission, and I didn’t like worrying about you!”

You stare at him in bewilderment. He was… trying to protect you?

“You would rather some freshly graduated sidekick die than me?”

“I don’t want anyone to die, but least of all you.” He heaves a shaky breath, hands shooting out like they’ll help him explain himself better. “You were a distraction for me! If I could keep you even a little bit safe, I could keep doing my job right.”

Your head is clearing. You’re still foggy from your orgasm, but at least you’re no longer sex-crazed.

“So, what are you saying exactly?”

“Dude, don’t play stupid,” he snarks, but you can see the plea in his crimson gaze: don’t make me say it.

Fighting a smile, you decide not to tease.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I was distracted the entire time I worked for you. Crushing on your boss is hard.”

A faint blush reddens his cheeks as he mutters, “yeah, so’s crushing on your god damn employee. Felt like some school boy bitch.”

“Is that why you saved me today then? Get what you used to think about all the time?” you smile.

“No. I saved you ‘cause I signed my name on a legal fucking document.”

The very beginnings of disappointment rise in your chest, but before they can fully bloom, Bakugo leans over and kisses you. Much softer than what you had initiated while in the throes of passion. His lips are gentle, moving in sync with yours. There’s no tongue, no urgency, just pure satisfaction and contentment that makes you melt.

“Getting to do that is a pretty big plus, though.”

2023 ©️ shidou-x. Please don’t plagiarize or repost my works to other platforms.

[izvmimi]

cw: sexual content but no overt smut. about a wedding. crack and selfshippy. similar to a prior fic, this is written in third person with A - Izuku's partner, B - Bakugou's partner, C - Shoto's partner.

"Who stopped the music?" B asks, wincing as the makeup artist applies the last bit of powder on her face and it threatens to get into her eyes. A turns to glance at her, then at the laptop in the corner, having forgotten music was even on, she was focusing so intently at the job being done on the bride.

"Oh shit, C, can you get that?"

C moves away from arranging flower bouquets for the bridesmaids to the laptop.

"Uh... I Write Sins Not Tragedies is next on this playlist somehow?" she asks, raising her eyebrows. "Sounds like a bad choice given the circumstances..."

"Who the f..." A's voice trails off, then she grins, a twinkle in her eye.

"Do Pony."

"Don't!" B insists, almost moving out of her chair which has A giggling while the makeup artist frowns and retraces her eyeliner.

"Wait, I don't get it..." Mina says while B's cousin tilts her head, trying to understand.

"I promise you, it's a good thing you're unaware." A jokes, while B makes a sound of frustration. C goes back to flower arranging while the girls settle on the next song and the music resumes.

Finishing touches are completed on the bride-to-be's makeup and when she turns, the four bridesmaids all clap and congratulate the artist, who's about sick of all of their antics but still very proud of their work.

"You did an amazing job!" A insists, while B gives them a hug and promises only good reviews.

"I'll definitely call you if I get married!" C says as she waves her off.

"If?" A says raising an eyebrow and C blushes, then looks away.

"I'm the only one getting married today though, so let's focus on me," B reminds everyone and the girls all agree. Mina pops open another bottle of champagne and gives everyone a generous helping while the girls keep chatting and complimenting B's look.

She looks incredible in a cream tulle wedding dress with a lace bodice and short sleeves, and her bridesmaids are gathered around the suite in matching shades of emerald green. A takes a few pictures between sips of her champagne while C makes sure to pass around the customized flower bouquets. B's cousin adjusts the bottom of her dress, and the girls engage in mindless chatter to make sure B's nerves are calm.

After all this is her wedding day, and when you're marrying Japan's self-proclaimed Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, there is a little bit of excitement to expect.

---

At the other end of a hall, there are three handsome groomsmen and one very, very agitated (also handsome) groom packed in a room, waiting for the ceremony to start.

Katsuki is pacing back and forth, hands shoved in the pockets of an insanely expensive suit and Kirishima has been trying to talk him into calm for the past five minutes, while Izuku just watches him stomp from one end of the room to the other and Shoto cracks open yet another beer. It's his fourth can and still his face is too neutral for Izuku to figure out whether or not he's drunk.

"Chill out man,  you literally just have to show up, everything is fine and going smoothly!" Kirishima encourages him, trying to place a hand on his shoulder which has Katsuki tense up and turn.

But he doesn't yell.

Instead he takes a deep breath, and rubs his temples, before pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket.

"Are those your vows?" Izuku asks, curiously.

Katsuki resists the urge to tell him to shut up.

"No, this is a list of rules before any of you act a fool at my wedding."

Shoto tilts his head and Izuku is again, wondering if the man is drunk.

"Rules?" Kirishima asks.

"Yes."

Katsuki opens up the sheet of paper, but his hands are trembling ever so slightly.

"First rule, no messy behavior at my wedding." Katsuki takes a look at Shoto who has just gulped down the can he just opened, and is still wiping off his face with the back of his hand. "If I see you fall down anywhere, I'm whooping your ass in public."

Shoto blinks.

"Okay."

Kirishima and Izuku exchange a glance. Katsuki clears his throat.

"No fucking at my wedding. The only one who will be getting anything tonight is me." He pauses, then looks directly at Izuku. "That means you specifically."

"Bro, what?" Izuku asks, genuinely offended.

"Don't bro me. You know who you are."

Kirishima stifles a laugh as Shoto puts away his beer can and eyes another. Izuku murmurs something under his breath but Katsuki continues.

"When you see B, look the other way completely. I want you at opposite ends of the venue at all times."

Izuku gives him an exasperated look.

"We're literally entering together."

Kirishima laughs while Katsuki clenches his fist.

"Well after. You separate and you don't reconvene. I don't need any other hard dicks at my wedding."

"Are you implying you're gonna be hard?" Kirishima asks and Bakugou gives him a scowl.

"Never mind." Kirishima says. Shoto opens a bag of chips and Izuku gives him a look, wondering where in the world the bag came from, then goes back to protesting his slander.

"I just don't understand why you guys won't get over this notion that I can't keep it in my pants! It was one time!" he whines.

"You held up the bathroom in Denki's apartment for two hours." Shoto says through a mouthful of chips. "That's gonna give you a reputation."

Izuku opens his mouth then closes it but there's nothing to defend.

"No proposals during my wedding or I'll break your neck." Katsuki says next.

The four of them can agree on that.

"No kissing either," Bakugou says, looking directly at Shoto.

"I think that's a bit unreasonable-" he starts, but Mitsuki suddenly shows up at the entrance.

"What's unreasonable?" she says. Izuku freezes, unsure how much Katsuki's mom has heard, while Mitsuki, ever fashionable and dressed in the most gorgeous flowing pink dress makes her way to her son and plants a kiss on his cheek.

"You look amazing, honey!" She gives him a few more kisses which has Bakugou turn several shades of red before shooing her off.

"No kissing, huh?" Shoto says, the crunch as he bites into yet another chip especially loud.

---

"Fuck, I almost spilled," A gasps as she shakily catches her champagne glass. There's splatter on the ground, but nothing's touched her emerald dress. "Thank God these dresses are dark anyway."

"Careful!" C says without looking up from her phone. She's clearly texting Shoto, smiling all the while while Mina rushes to grab paper towels and hand them to A. 

"I better get through this ceremony without messing up this dress." A grumbles.

B, still in her seat, kicks her feet in anticipation of the ceremony starting in just a few minutes, then the thought hits her.

"Oh, by the way, A, if you do end up doing what you and Izuku do, just make sure you swallow."

There is a record scratch in the air.

"... what?" A stammers.

Mina stifles a knowing laugh while B's cousin looks around the room with intense confusion. 

"I mean it's a time to celebrate love and you're gonna look good and he's gonna look good so I'm just trying to be helpful!"

She speaks as normally as she's suggesting to put on sunscreen before sunbathing, and A's face is growing warm from her neck to her face.

"Why would I-... at your wedding... why me..." she trails off. 

"Listen, it's not like it's the first or the last time," B says, her smile steady. 

"IT WAS ONE TIME!"

"It was definitely not one time." C mumbles and Mina gives her a glance then drinks down the rest of her champagne.

"It was-" A starts but then she's mentally recounting all of the times she may have been caught with Izuku in a compromising position. 

Momo's pool party, cockwarming him at the deep end. Supply closets. Bar bathrooms. Hero gala bathrooms. Denki's bathroom.

She opens her mouth and closes it. C giggles then comes over to pat her on the back.

"I believe in you. You can keep it in your pants."

Before A can answer, the wedding coordinator knocks.

"It's showtime!"

---

C and Shoto are the ones suspiciously missing from photos, after all.

“If those two don’t appear in the next ten seconds,” Katsuki is muttering murderously under his breath. B smiles and holds onto his arm tighter and the kiss pacifies him, just a little bit. The wedding photographer continues to coordinate the group for the photo, walking up to A and Izuku to shift their positioning. 

“You guys are too close,” he says. Izuku takes one step back but shifts very slightly to the side. The photographer gives him a strange look but then steps back and says nothing. 

“Izuku…” A whispers under her breath.

“Yes,” he whispers back.

“You’re hard, aren’t you?”

“You’ve been rubbing your ass against me for the past minute, what do you think?”

A shakes her head. “Katsuki’s gonna kill you.”

“I think he’s gonna get Shoto first.”

“... Fair.”

“Shut the fuck up back there!” Katsuki quips at them both, practically vibrating and B gives him a loving look.

The wedding photographer shakes his head at the whole group.

“Smile!”

[eggcompany]

Baby Bakugou's first heat

Bakugou has his first heat. He didn't even know he was an omega. Thankfully Aizawa and Hizashi are there with slick absorbent undies, soft blankets, and medicine to make him feel better.

AKA: Bakugou has to have his temp taken rectally and has to have suppositories. No Scat, No sex.

“Hey bud, I need to get your temp. Just roll on your side and lift your leg. I know, I know you wanna sleep. You can go right back to it once I get this over with. Make sure not to push it out.” Hizashi whispered as he finished wiping the thermometer down with sterilizing pads. He rubbed gently at the boy's left leg as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

Bakugou frowned and rolled onto his right side and pulled his knee. He knew the drill by now. Every two hours for the last ten they had done this. The first seven hours Aizawa, daddy, had done. Now for the night shift Hizashi, papa, was caring for him. 

Why was the explosive blonde getting his temperature taken every two hours and calling his teachers these names? Because Katsuki Bakugou was having his first heat. The thought to be beta was having a heat. A bad heat. A heat that made him curl up and scream in pain in the kitchen. Kirishima and Denki had guarded him up away from some… rude alphas in their class. Specifically a certain alpha who popped a knot the second they smelled him. 

Mina had gotten Aizawa who had called Recovery Girl and now here they are. Giving him pain killers because he couldn’t even move from the cramps and pain. 

Why the names? Because the second Aizawa picked up the omega, Bakugou thought he smelled so safe, so much like a calm place, like peace, that it slipped.

 ‘ Daddy you smell good’ 

‘What did you call me?’

‘Daddy… um… I’m sorry you just smell-’

‘It’s okay. You’re in pain and you’re just a boy. It’s okay.’

Now he’s here. Laying in his english teacher’s bed with a slick pad covering his bum wrapped up in a nice soft blanket. 

The older man picked up the soft blanket that was covering the boy's bottom and scrunched it up in his hand until he could pull down the multiple layer padded underwear. He prepared himself for the scent. An Omega’s first heat is always… messy. Bakugou had very thin slick that smelled of gas and burnt bread, it made the older man feel like his eyelashes were gonna melt. He guessed that in his adulthood Bakugou would smell similar to a fireplace or fresh baked bread. Something less so… rotten. 

Surely enough the scent bombarded the air and a rather nasty squelch noise sounded out. The underwear were quite full of the boy’s slick. Hizashi frowned, a wet one of these can cause a pretty bad rash. He knows from his own experience. 

He tried to be as gentle as possible as he lifted his left buttock so he could access the small puffy opening that was overly wet and had a steady stream of slick running out of it. Hizashi’s chest tightened. ‘ First heat… poor thing must’ve been in agony! A nice treat might help.’ He thought before shaking himself out of it. 

“We’ll change your undies when I turn in for the night so you can sleep through the night nice and dry. Now, here we go. Breathe, buddy.” Yamada said as he gently slid the small tip of the thermometer in the heating omegas wet hole. He let go of his bottom and let the boy relax as he reached for the pack of wet wipes on the bedside. 

“Papa… want something better inside me.” Bakugou whimpered and tried to get the small instrument deeper by flexing the muscles inside his hole. Hizashi smirked. First heats were usually much earlier than nearly seventeen years old as Bakugou. Before boys started doing things . And by the looks of it Bakugou had already started doing ‘ things’ . So the poor thing had even worse urges. 

“Buddy I know. I know you do. But you're too sick for us to let you have anything else. We have to get you better and get you all leveled out. Once you’re out of heat we’ll make sure you’re prepared for your next one.” Hizashi explained and gently wiped away the slick from where it was getting slick and sticky on the boy's bottom and small testicles, trying to be as gentle as he could. He was trying his best to be comforting and careful. It had been a while since he dealt with a first heat. 

“Okay papa.” Bakugou said in a tense voice. He was panting a bit again. He stopped panting once the other teacher had given him some ‘skin time’, meaning Bakugou had been chest to chest with him for a few hours. Skin contact is important to omegas, alphas in rut as well but Bakugou had calmed. 

The thermometer beeped and Hizashi eased it out and looked at it. 100.6. Better. When Recovery Girl first checked him he was 106.8 but Bakugou ran hot. So it was similar to being 103 for someone without an explosive quirk. Still horribly hot though. 

Hizashi pulled the underwear back up and folded the blanket back down. He patted Bakugou's hip and stood up, wiping down the thermometer and laying it and the wipes back on the nightstand. 

“Do you want anything? A snack or a clean blanket? You need to stay nice and comfy! Staying relaxed and calm will help you keep away that fever and keep your blood pressure down. If you need something make sure to tell me okay?” Hizashi said in a voice usually reserved for when he was alone with Aizawa or talking to the cats, soft and caring. Bakugou let out a whine and moved one hand to rub over his stomach around his belly button. 

“My tummy feels bad. Like I need to potty but I can’t. I tried papa.” Bakugou says and groans, sticking out his bottom lip. 

“Can I feel it? I’ll be super gentle. Just roll to your back.” Hizashi said. Thought of what it could be flashed through his head. Impacted slick glands, a tear in the inner wall, a slick blockage, heat constipation. The older man hoped it was the last. 

Bakugou rolled so he was belly up. Hizashi moved so the blanket was pulled down, revealing the boy’s torso. Hizashi looked first. The skin was stretched tight around his stomach but it wasn’t red or bruised. It didn’t look like it was pushing up around his hips. Not slick gland impaction, not an inner wall tear. 

Hizashi then had two possible possibilities. A short rub around the boy’s abdomen would tell him if it was one of those. Hizashi rubbed his hands together to warm them and reached to lay his hands down. He hauled at a jerk of the young body below him. 

“Be careful. Hurts. Tender.” The hero in training said quietly and looked up shyly at his teacher. Hizashi gave him a small understanding smile. 

“Okay well you're bloated for sure. I’m not sure if we have heat safe medicine to help if it’s just gas. I need to press a little bit okay. It might hurt but I’ll be so fast. It’ll all be okay.” Hizashi offered and kept his hands floating a few inches above the bloated belly. 

“You gotta be fast, it hurts when I even try to lay on my tummy.” Bakugou whined and pouted. Hizashi nodded and first just laid his hands down. If it was slick blockage there would be pressure down low and then none. If it was constipation the pressure would go low and there would be pressure all the way down. 

He pressed lightly and ran his hands down following the way of the student’s gut. Pressure, pressure, pressure…

“Papa, that hurts.” Bakugou whined and sniffled. Hizashi quietly pulled his hands away. Sure of himself. 

“I’m sorry honeydew. I know that must’ve been very uncomfortable.” Hizashi said in an apologetic way. Bakugou pouted and stared at the man with a guilt-causing face. 

“Sweetie, when was the last time you went potty?” Hizashi asked as he pulled the blanket up to the boy’s chest. 

“Papa…” Bakugou whined and blushed, turning his head to the side in embarrassment. 

“It’s okay just tell me. No need to be embarrassed. We can make your tummy stop hurting. ” Hizashi said nicely and moved to hold the younger boy’s hand, squeezing softly. Bakugou sighed and hunched his shoulders. 

“I dunno… last week? Thursday?” Bakugou said and kept his eyes trained down away from the man. 

“Oh buddy… that’s not gonna help your fever. I'm gonna go see if I need to run to the 24/7. You just lay back on your back for now. Poor little thing.” Hizashi said. He wasn’t panicking. He was just worried because Bakugou said Thursday. It’s Wednesday night. Nearly a week without having a bowel movement and packing in food on his preheat binge. Poor thing must feel so heavy, so weighed down. 

“Bakugou, I’m going to explain something and then we’re either going to do it here or you will go to the doctor in the morning. Do you understand?” Aizawa said as he walked in the room behind the blonde man. He said it in his day to day solid no argument voice. It was a serious conversation. Bakugou didn’t like it. A few hours ago the man had been so sweet and soft and gentle with him, only speaking in a quiet rumbling tone that made the omega feel relaxed. Now… is daddy mad? Did he do something wrong? With tears in his eyes the boy 

“Daddy? Is it gonna hurt more? I don’t wanna hurt anymore, I wanna be okay. I didn’t mean to not go, I’m sorry.” Bakugou was already crying. Sobbing out the last few words. Aizawa shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the boy up so he could wrap his arms under the boy’s and hold him close. Aizawa cradled the back of the boy’s head against his chest. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just worried. I’m sorry I spoke in that tone. You’re not feeling good and I should know not to be so gruff. I’m sorry but we need to talk serious okay?” Shouta explained in the once again gentle rumbling tone. Bakugou listened and sniffled. He sat up on his own and nodded. 

“Okay. I just don’t want it to be- to hurt, daddy.” Bakugou sniffled as he wiped his eyes and nose. Aizawa shushed him and rubbed Katsuki’s knee through the blanket as Hizashi quickly opened the bedside and grabbed a few tissues to clean up the omega’s face. Aizawa took a big breath as the hero in training copied him. They let it out and Aizawa explained. 

“It won’t hurt if you hold still and breathe. We’ve got to get you to go potty. You should have had a heat purge the day before your heat started but since it’s your first and you're a late bloomer, it didn’t happen. Now we can either try suppositories which go in your bottom and melt and help you relax.” Aizawa said trying to make the medications sound not terrible or scary. 

“Bleh.” Bakugou said and pulled a grossed out face. 

“Or we can give you an enema which is where we use a small tube and let water and laxatives loosen everything up and then you expel it, you let it all out.” Aizawa explained trying again to make the process seem as minimal as possible. However when he finished, the boy’s face went pale and he shook his head. 

“I don’t want that.” He said quickly and put his hands down to back away from the dark haired man. 

“You need to pick one okay. Papa’s got the suppositories if you want to see. I’ll give you two. You can just see them, look at them then decide.” Aizawa said reassuringly. Bakugou swallowed and looked at the blonde man who was standing with his hip resting against the attached bathroom door frame. 

Bakugou nodded and Hizashi made quick word of getting the medication out from the kit under the sink. He handed them to his husband and rolled his chair to be beside the bed. Aizawa pulled back one of the foil covers and picked up the small jelly-like bullet. 

“See they aren’t big, buddy. They’re just little things. You’re slicking really well too so you’ll barely feel it.” Hizashi says. He hopes that the boy picks the suppositories, they’re much less messy and much less stressful. 

“We do have to push them in though. You can hold onto papa and I’ll be quick. You just need to breathe and relax and it’ll be all over. Do you want those or the other option?” Aizawa asked and Bakugou made an unsatisfied face. He looked down at himself and chewed his bottom lip for a few moments. 

“Um… can Papa push them in?” The boy questioned in a timid voice and kept his eyes down. 

“Well I suppose I can. Can I know why?” Aizawa said and looked at Hizashi who shrugged and nodded. 

“Daddy gots bigger fingers.” Bakugou said and ran his fingertip down the top of one of Aizawa's. Hizashi covered his mouth with his hand to muffle his laugh. Aizawa smiled and nodded. 

“Okay well let me go grab a pair of gloves and wash my hands.” Hizashi said and went to the bathroom. 

“Just like with the thermometer. Good job, you’re doing so well. What a smart smart boy. I’ll hold your knee so you can relax. Once papa puts them in you have to hold them in for about fifteen minutes. After that I’ll go sit with you on the potty.” Aizawa said as he positioned Katsuki to lay on his side with one leg straight and one leg pulled up. Aizawa was sitting on the bed. He used one hand to hold the back of the boy’s knee as he vocalized praises while Hizashi got prepared. 

The blonde man opened two foil packets and laid the medication on top of the sterile folded back foil. He slipped on a pair of blue latex gloves on his freshly scrubbed hands. 

“Okay daddy.” Bakugou said and let the older man take the weight of his leg, he let the muscles relax and go slack. 

Hizashi pulled down the absorbent underwear and shoved a small towel under his bum and lifted one buttock to expose his hole. He used his other hand to run one finger to tough the puffy pink skin lightly. 

“Okay relax, relax bub, you feel my finger?” He asked and used the boy’s slick to get his finger coated and slippery. Bakugou sighed. The finger touching and rubbing at and around his hole felt so so good. Overwhelmingly good. 

“Yeah” Bakugou sighed out and Aizawa moved some hair out of the boy's face.

“Good. Here’s the medicine. You feel it?” Hizashi asked once again as he took one of the suppositories and touched the pointed end against the center of his hole. 

“It’s little.” Bakugou said. He sounded almost disappointed. Aizawa looked down and saw a pout. Another reason late bloomer’s heats. They already know what it feels like to be full and satisfied. So during heat when the need, the urge,  intensified twenty fold… they’re impossible to satisfy when unprepared. 

“Yep it’s little. Now I’m going to push it in. Ready?” Hizashi said and smiled. It was cute, he couldn’t deny it. He pushed it lightly against the hot entrance, melting it slightly but the boy tensed up. 

“I’m nervous.” Bakugou said and stiffened up all the way and scrunched his eyes up. 

“It’s okay, just hold daddy’s hand.” Aizawa said in the third person and took one fist into his own much larger hands and rubbed his thumb up and down the small blonde’s knuckles. 

The youngest breathed in and out and forced his muscles to relax on his backside. His fist was still tight in Aizawa’s hand but his hole was soft. 

“Okay okay I’m ready just do it!” Bakugou said in a rush and took practiced breaths in and out. Preparing himself for pain but when there was none but rather just an easing sensation around his hole he waited… and waited. Then Hizashi was speaking again.

“Good job, one more. Here it comes.” The man said and without stopping for Bakugou to question and slid the second one in. He pushed his finger in as deep as last time, all the way until his knuckles hit the soft skin of his bottom. When he pulled his finger out the boy sighed and relaxed as Hizashi let out of his buttock. 

“Good boy… Just lay here for a while. I’ll help you to the potty when time’s up. Okay?” Aizawa explained. 

Daddy and papa take such good care of me…

[kingkatsuki]

Dynamight gets a spa day when he gets off work early :)

Those scrunched, grumpy brows of his become so relaxed when you massage his tense muscles too 😩

Please omg I put a face mask on yesterday, that smelt like Malibu btw so it was making me crave a pina colada while relaxing, BUT imagine the first time you do a face mask when you’re with Bakugou, he’s so disinterested in doing one too. Even when you’re trying to give him the second one in the pack you bought so you can do them together.

He just thinks you look silly, and it can’t feel that relaxing.

But he comes home after a really shitty shift one day, his bones are aching and he just collapses on the couch. He can’t even make it to the bathroom to clean the dirt and grime off his body as he apologises to you for leaving his muddy boots— still filthy— by the front door.

And you’re cooing down at him while you make him a drink and massage his aching bones. It’s probably due to how lethargic he’s feeling but he lets you grab one of your face masks and apply it to his face, instantly cooling his temperature down as he finds himself falling asleep with it still on.

So now he’s looked. He grumbles and sulks whenever you’re doing them without him, and now you have to make sure you pick up an extra one for him whenever you’re out at the store. He even brings them home himself, under the guise that both are for you, when you know all too well he’s planning a pamper session for the both of you. Using your hair clips to pin his messy hair away from his forehead as he lays back and waits for you to apply it for him— because he’s not doing face masks if you’re not putting them on him— that’s the best part.

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Unscented

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SUozbu8 by Benderjspark Blood Riot's ruts have gotten out of control and his pack is questioning his ability to lead as he hasn't produced any heirs. So, he (very reluctantly) finds himself at a breeding market, looking for an omega to carry his pups. What he finds instead is a rare treasure...a prime beta... and Riot decides right there that he will leave with a mate instead of a simple breeding bitch, whether the beta likes it or not. Words: 12331, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English Series: Part 22 of Let's Start A Riot Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: AU-no quirks, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Slave Bakugou Katsuki, Villain Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou's Villain Name is Blood Riot, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Rape/Non-con Elements, Shameless Smut, Alpha Kirishima Eijirou, Beta Bakugou Katsuki, Prime Beta, bakugou has a pussy, omegas are property, Mistaken designation, Scent-Adverse Blood Riot, HEAVY Breeding Themes, HEAVY Somno Themes, Non-Consensual Drug Use, sedative, Possessive Kirishima Eijirou, Restraints, Breeding Bench, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Public Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rutting Blood Riot, Mpreg Discussions, Dirty Thoughts, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Size Difference, Age Difference, Kirishima Eijirou Has a Big Dick, Vaginal Sex, Virgin Bakugou Katsuki, Wet & Messy, Cervix Penetration, Mating Bites, Knotting, blood from biting, Riot Buys Katsuki, Dirty Talk, Alpha commands, Manhandling, Spit As Lube, Come as Lube, Anal Fingering, Collars, pussy slapping, Anal Sex, Praise Kink, Multiple Orgasms, soft Blood Riot, Anal Plug, Vaginal Plug, Belly Bulge, Come Inflation, Relationship Discussions, Violence, Submission, Acceptance, Bargaining, Non-con to Con, Epilogue, Getting Together, Mpreg, Developing Relationship read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SUozbu8

[lunamists]

A Different Kind of Danger [BKDK]

Omegaverse A/B/O

A!Doctor!Bakugou x O!Yakuza Boss!Izuku

Cw: blood, violence, injury, weapons, murder

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Katsuki sighed as his shift at the hospital ended and he finally got the chance to head home. It had been a grueling 12 hour shift and it felt like everyone somehow was managing to get hurt in the worst ways possible. Way more than usual.

He watched the clock closely while he typed into the computer some notes for himself and things for patients he took care of earlier.

Once that clock hit 12 am, he was free.

He barely got much sleep the night before so he was lucky to have himself a day off the moment he stepped foot out of the hospital. Slinging his bag closer to himself he started his walk back home.

His house was only about a block away, he got somewhere that was close enough so he wouldn't have to drive everyday to work while being in the middle of all the good food spots and stores.

It was no wonder why the price tag on that house was so high.

He just let the cool autumn air hit his skin practically dreaming about the warm shower he would be able to take and the long nap he would be engulfed in when he got home.

Or so he thought he'd get.

No, a doctor's job is never done even when they aren't in their hospital.

So when he passed by an alleyway that he normally didn't pass by, only changing things up because of the construction that had started at some point during the day, he saw the figure of someone in the alley.

Now there was 2 things he kept in mind once he got his degree.

1. He couldn't save everyone.

2. Saving someone might cause him his life.

He was currently staring at the figure remembering his second note but he couldn't help the distressed scent that came from within drawing him in. It was an omega he could tell very easily.

But what he couldn't tell was what exactly was wrong.

The more his eyes focused and the cars that passed by that illuminated light into the alley for split seconds the more he could notice.

The way the omega was breathing heavily and was slightly slouched.

And the slight traces and smell of fresh blood.

Was the omega hurt? Does he say something? The omega is still standing...but is still in distress.

He didn't have much time to think about that though as the omega leaned slightly back before turning their head towards Katsuki.

"I can hear you, you know. What do you think you're doing?" The male voice asked. Male omegas were rare so Katsuki's eyes slightly widened upon hearing him.

"I smell the blood and distress coming right off you. If you're trying to not be noticed you're doing a poor job at it."

Katsuki watched as the man turned around more and took some steps forward as he chuckled quietly. "Are you scared? Worried? I can't tell with you...I usually can."

"Yeah, that's the power of scent blockers and suppressants working their magic. You should invest."

"You're funny. I could be coming over to kill you next and you still have such a sharp tongue with me" The omega fully stepped out from the shadows and Katsuki got a good look at him.

His hair was a curly mess–well, overall he was kinda messy. Probably from whatever he just went through. His eyes were slightly in a daze but Katsuki could still see the dull green that hid behind his expression. His eyes matched his hair in the green aspect but his hair was slightly matted and clearly had some blood whether it was dry or not was hard to fully make out.

He wore a black blouse that showed off his arms and was slightly unbuttoned to show his collar. His body was covered in scars, some worse that others but one of his arms had a full sleeve of tattoos that reached up to his neck that covered up some.

His blouse, however, along with the pants he wore, white bell bottoms that he wore were drenched in blood, some spots were brighter than the others showing the age of the blood.

Katsuki looked over his body, he wasn't dainty, quite the opposite actually, he packed muscles that matched Katsuki's own. Hell, he'd say they were even tougher looking. His outfit said quite the opposite than his figure, so he was confused on why he was so dressed up.

Though those questions would have to wait, however as the omega looked at Katsuki, taking in his features as well and went to talk to him again but quickly went to hold his side as he hissed in pain.

"F-Fuck.. Adrenaline wore off.." He chuckled quietly through his teeth. Katsuki sprung into action, not even thinking, just turning on his doctor brain for this guy even though he openly admitted to killing as he gently grabbed a hold of his wrist to pull his hand back.

"Let me see." The guy had a glint in his eye that screamed death that would make anyone stay at least 50 feet away from him but Katsuki stood his ground.

"Let me see. I'm not going to hurt you nor say anything. Just let me see."

The man's glint slowly turned into a look of pain as he relaxed and let Katsuki take a look at his side. From first glance you couldn't have tell that there was a wound there, a deep one at that.

But as Katsuki lifted up the side of his blouse he saw the deep gash there. It was crazy to him that this man was even still standing and talking and even walking. "How long ago did this happen?" Katsuki asked pulling back for a second to look through his bag.

"Shit...I.. I'm not sure...I guess I kinda blacked out there the entire time.. Once that fucker was d-dead I noticed that was there. He must have got me with a knife or something.. It's no big deal, I can walk it.....off..." His words trailed off as he watched Katsuki bring out compression bandages and wrap them around his torso before sighing. "My place isn't that far.. I have medical supplies there.. You need stitches now."

"You think I'm just going to let you take me to your house? Absolutely n-"

--

The man held an arm over his eyes as he let Katsuki stitch up his wound. He didn't make a sound, he looked just tired honestly, and before he knew it Katsuki was done with the stitches and bandaged them up.

"That was the quickest stitches I've ever got.. And they're really neat..hm." The man hummed impressed.

"..A doctor helping some random person in pain...a random person who just killed someone in an alley. You aren't afraid of that?"

"Threatened too many times to be phased honestly."

"Yeesh, doctor life sounds rough." The air filled with silence for awhile as Katsuki packaged back all he had into their respective spots until the man spoke again. "Thank you.. What's your name?"

"Katsuki. You?"

"...I have a feeling you'll find out one day. I better go, my lieutenants are probably worried why I haven't returned."

Katsuki looked the man up and down before chuckling. "Normally I'd suggest not moving at all right now, but, you seem like you can take it." The man smiled at him before he started to walk to the door. "Not many people would do what you did." He hummed quietly. "For that I'm in your debt." He said before he walked out of the house.

Katsuki sighed, watching the man leave. He didn't have a story, he didn't have details, yet he let in someone who was bloodied in not just his own blood but also someone else's.

He let in a murderer.

Yet, he didn't feel weird about it.

The omega, while strong, yes, couldn't mask the pain he was in. The pain of betrayal and heartbreak. Maybe he went feral? Maybe that was just him naturally. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

But what he wanted to know could possibly.

--

Katsuki spent his day off mostly inside. He couldn't be bothered to use more energy than he needed to. Energy that could be stored for his shift tomorrow. He was still on call, sure, so his day off could be cut short.

But he didn't want to think about that so he just laid about, mostly sleeping but watching movies. The one time he decided to go out that day was when it was around dinner time. He decided to order food and bring it back home.

He hasn't been able to eat at the place in awhile so, it was like his treat for getting through as much as he had.

Yet, a thing he tends to forget about is how dangerous his area of living is.

So when someone came up behind him, holding a knife to his neck, demanding everything he had on him. He let out an exasperated sigh and jabbed the perpetrator in the stomach and twisted his arm around.

The person groaned in pain as they dropped the knife, giving Katsuki the in to push them down to the ground and step on their wrist. He was about to let go and tell them to run off and leave him alone but a giggle came from behind, catching him off guard.

"Got yourself under control?" Katsuki looked back at the green haired omega before looking back down at the thug who looked like they've seen a ghost.

"You know you're not supposed to be doing things like this in this area, silly." He said to the thug, walking closer.

"M-Midoriya..I..I'm sorry..my..my boss was going to kill me if I didn't get s-something for him. I'm so-"

"So this is your boss' doing, hm?"

He said before snapping. Katsuki was confused until a couple of people came out from behind him, making him jump. A brown haired omega and a blue haired alpha. They quickly took a hold of the thug on the ground and looked at..Midoriya.

"The warehouse? You want us to get ahold of his boss too?" Midoriya thought for a moment, humming quietly. "Leave the boss to me, kay? Anyone can take care of him there. I have something to take care of."

He said, looking back at Katsuki. The two of them nodded and dragged the thug off leaving Katsuki and Midoriya to their own devices.

"Just..what..are you?" Katsuki asked, confused. "Let's go get your food, alright Kacchan?" Midoriya said, starting to walk in that direction.

"How do you-"

"You'll get those answers eventually."

Katsuki was unsure whether or not to just leave it be but in the end he just nodded and quit trying to ask him questions.

Midoriya was clearly someone to not mess with, not that he wished to.

--

It was strange. Katsuki would run into Midoriya then go a week without seeing him again. Most times that he saw him was by complete accident. Katsuki couldn't say he was complaining and everytime he saw him he just felt like he got closer to him.

It was probably what had brought Midoriya to be waiting for him outside of the hospital he worked at after his shift with a grin.

"Wanna find out everything?"

-

Izuku, Katsuki came to learn, brought him to his place of work while starting to explain some things. "Izuku Yagi, to be exact. Head of the Yagi clan. I run everything alongside my father."

Katsuki listened as he spoke, curious of what this would lead to. "The day you patched me up was the day I found out my alpha was actually out to kill me rather than be with me. It was arranged, but.." He trailed off, looking out the window. "I guess I started to actually feel something for him towards the end there." He sighed.

"I shouldn't drag you so deep into this, but.. You patching me up meant a lot.." He hummed. "Plus you looked so miserable. No offence. Thought we could spice your life up a bit." He winked.

Katsuki chuckled quietly, rolling his sleeves up. "Spice?" He hummed, looking at Izuku. "Who says there's not already spice in my life." Izuku's eyes widened as he looked down at the sleeves of tattoos he had on his arms before a grin appeared on his face.

"Katsuki. Katsuki Bakugou." He held his hand out. "My clan isn't situated in this area, we're actually quite far. So I don't blame you for no recognition. Its been getting kinda boring..yet when you came in my life that rush was back." He smirked.

"So what do you do right now?"

"We've been wanting to expand while situating a name here. I already had a medical degree and with my work there I'm already renowned as the best in this hospital here. While I do that, I do distant work, looking for people to work with."

Izuku clapped his hands happily. "Oh, Kacchan! You should have told me sooner! Oh, I can't wait to introduce you to everyone." Izuku sighed happily learning more about Katsuki as Katsuki did with Izuku.

They walked around the halls where many people worked in their building, everyone bowing a head at Izuku as he passed by. It was rare to have an omega be a clan leader and be respected as much as Izuku was. Yet everyone here treated him like a force not to mess with. It made sense, Katsuki was strong, stronger than average.

Yet Izuku could kill someone with the flick of his wrist.

He could get even the biggest of alphas to kneel out of command with his words. Katsuki admired his strength.

"Dad! I brought someone back!" Izuku giggled, running into a room.

Toshinori looked at Katsuki, instantly noticing his tattoos and smiled warmly. "Welcome. You must be the 'Kacchan' my son has been talking about." Katsuki looked towards Izuku who had a light blush on his cheeks. "That would be me, sir."

Toshinori walked towards him and held his hand out for him.

"Which?"

"Bakugou." He shook his hand. He nodded, "The way you treat my son according to him is admirable. Not many see him past his secondary gender. You have my respect." He told him honestly.

Katsuki prided himself in the instant respect he gained from what seemed like such an influential force. He bowed his head before looking back at Izuku.

"Your son is the strongest person I've ever met. Thank you for allowing me to stay in his life."

Izuku looked at Katsuki, a glint in his eye that just showed care...and love. The time they've spent together, though not long, has meant a lot to him. The way Katsuki treats him, the way he has the most fun teasing him, the way Katsuki just allowed him into his life.

That's why when later, when they were being driven back to Katsuki's place Izuku looked over at him and began to speak.

"To repay you for helping me out, what can I give you?" He asked.

"Just your presence is enough." Katsuki answered, looking out the window.

"C'mon, there's gotta be something!" He shook his shoulder. Katsuki chuckled and finally met his gaze.

"You wanna know what I honestly want?" Izuku nodded rapidly, listening intently. "The chance to court you. That's what I really want."

Izuku blushed and smiled softly, his heart feeling like it would thud out of his chest.

"I guess today made me realize the way you make me feel. It would be an honor to be your alpha." Katsuki had a determined look in his eye. Izuku let out a happy scent and nodded gently laying his head on his shoulder. "It would be an honor, Kacchan, but know that I'm no pushover." "

I'm willing to work as hard as I need to for you."

"Then it's settled."

---

End!!

[vs-redemption]

I'm a little rusty but I've missed doing this so here I go...

Denki despite seeming like a messy and chaotic person actually has a really organized room. He got tired of losing everything so Momo helped him come up with a plan and made him organizational tools and he has used them ever since.

Bakugou will pack lunches for all of his friends making sure to include not only healthy options but also at least one snack/drink that he knows they would love. When he thinks his friends are having a bad day he will even scribble out a note. "Be safe dumbass" or "Stop looking so sad" are things I think they would say.

Hitoshi despite not being very social has people come to his dorm and just sit with him while doing their own thing just to make sure his isn't always alone. They know he will talk to them if he wants to but usually just finds the presence of another person comforting. Denki goes in there to study pretty often because he feels he can concentrate in that space.

Kirishima makes protein shakes for whoever he is working out with and occasionally will pack a protein bar for them as well just so they can enjoy the session with him.

Mina is the type of friend that if you are depressed she is going to kinda forcefully include you in everything so you aren't stuck at home feeling sad. She always makes sure whatever she has planned isn't going to be too much for you to handle and she pays close attention to see if you need to leave.

If you wouldn't mind I would love to have some love themed head cannons for me and Kirishima if you have any time available.

Soft Sunday Headcanons! With: Denki, Bakugo, Shinso, Kirishima, and Mina

Note: Thank you for sending in some headcanons! Sorry I got to them a week late. I miss reading your ideas though. You make me think of characters in new ways! It sparks my imagination :)

Momo is such a leader in her class. Of course Denki looks up to her and notices how organized and on top of things she always seems to be. He's quick to ask for help and then sticks to her advice both because it works for him and because he doesn't want to disappoint his fried.

Bakugo will definitely make it out to seem like it's a huge inconvenience to do these things for his classmates, but really it's just a genuine expression of his concern and care for them. He struggles to verbalize or show his feelings physically, so his love comes through as acts of service mostly.

It's really nice that Shinso's classmates accept him for who and how he is, but it's even more sweet that Shinso knows he can rely on his peers to respect his boundaries while still being there for him when he needs them. I can also picture Denki finding a little safe haven within Shinso's dorm room.

Kirishima is really sensitive to other people's feelings. It only takes working out with one of his friends once for him to realize that he should have extra snacks and shakes on hand so that he can always be prepared to help and support them out.

Mina is outgoing, social, and usually the life of the party. That doesn't mean she is oblivious to other people though. She notices when one of her friend's isn't feeling like themself and puts anything else on hold to make that person a priority. She hates seeing the people she cares about in a bad place mentally, and she will make sure to be their for them in whatever capacity they need until they're back on their feet.

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Okay so this sorta of reminds me of this one-shot I wrote based off of @alythekitten's art! Please bear with me as I don't write from Kirishima's POV as much as I do Bakugou's so hopefully this still turns out fine! And I sort of see this as a time-skipped part two of another one shot I wrote for this so please check that out HERE if you want, but this can work as a stand alone because I accidentally wrote this in reverse order! Also, I deadass learnt a little bit of JSL to make this as accurate as possible so please don't come after me if it doesn't match up with ASL. It probably also doesn't help that I suck at describing it.

Tags: fluff, use of JSL, Deaf!Bakugou, studying (date), first kiss, Pining!Kirishima

Words: 2751

His pencil scratches against his notebook, the lead marks growing bolder with each stroke. Now, he'll admit he's not much of an artist, but he only gets more proud of his work with each sketch line. It's messy, but anybody could tell the sketch looks like Bakugou.

Of course, the page is scattered with many other doodles, such as logos like a grenade and a gear, a slice of pizza, a rough self-portrait with exaggerated muscles, and random hearts. With a sigh, Eijirou examines his work, only for his face to flush a little when he realizes just how close the hearts are to the drawing of Bakugou. His head meets the desk table as he bites his lip to hold back a groan. Is he that far gone that it's starting to show in his drawings?

Eijirou's face flushes deeper when different thoughts poke into his head. He's been trying to keep them at bay, but now a sudden rush of different memories flood the forefront of his mind. He can't stop thinking about the confident glint in Bakugou's eye that shines even more through his explosions. He can't stop thinking about his uneven smirk and how his laugh is more of a cackle. He can't stop thinking about how strong Bakugou is mentally and physically. He can't stop thinking about each touch exchanged between them, wondering if some of Bakugou's more possessive grabs are from mere protective friendship or if something else lurks behind it...

The bell rings, pulling Eijirou from his thoughts. The sound is harsh enough to feel the vibrations through the soles of his shoes. Eijirou bolts up and looks around to see other students in his class begin to pack up for the day. Taking his time to grab his bag, a hand presses something against his homework before walking away. Eijirou looks up, curious about who it might be, finding the person already lost in the crowd of students leaving the classroom. He looks down to discover a pinkish-red sticky note plastered against his papers.

Bring this to tutoring or die. —B

Eijirou grins at the note and quickly stuffs his bag with books and papers; a few pages crumple in his hurry. Kaminari strolls up to him to chat, only to be dismissed with a polite hand wave. Once he slips out of the classroom, Eijirou's head swivels, almost spinning off his neck as he searches for spiky blonde hair. In the sea of bodies, it's nearly impossible until he hears a voice complain about someone running into them. He turns around to find a student rubbing their shoulder as Bakugou keeps walking, not noticing the person he just hit.

"Bakugou!" Eijirou calls as he chases his friend down the hall. "Baku—Hey, come on! I know you can hear me!"

Contrary to his assumptions, Bakugou's hearing aids have died near the end of class and have been reading lips for the last few minutes of class time. Weaving through the crowds of students, Eijirou finally captures Bakugou's attention by placing a hand on his shoulder.

Bakugou makes a noise of irritation and shrugs off Eijirou's touch. However, the scowl softens when he realizes who the hand belongs to. "Hey," he grunts. As Bakugou speaks, he raises two fingers from one hand, bringing them to his forehead before curling both index fingers once by his chest. It took him a moment, but Eijirou eventually realized Bakugou said 'good afternoon' to him through sign language.

Eijirou's eyes widen when he notices Bakugou's use of sign language, his lips parting slightly in surprise. "So that's why you didn't acknowledge me..." Eijirou mumbles before grinning. Eager to use what he's been practicing, Eijirou takes his right hand and makes a singular circle motion over his chest before shaking a finger at Bakugou with a curious look, making sure to drop his shoulders. 'How are you?'

Bakugou makes a sharp noise of annoyance but doesn't appear to notice the heads that turn and try to pinpoint the sound. Again, it takes a moment to register what Bakugou is signing. 'I read lips too, idiot.'

His blinks once, twice, before an apologetic smile graces his lips. Taking his right hand, he pinches his index and thumb, creating a small O shape and brings it to his forehead. As he quickly pulls his hand away from his head, he flicks the fingers. 'I'm sorry.'

He brings his fingers to Eijirou's forehead and actually flicks his forehead. Eijirou takes a step and pouts, rubbing the now sore spot. "I only wanted to use what I've been practicing..." he sulks.

Bakugou lets out a breathy chuckle as he spins on his heel, signalling for Eijirou to follow. After a beat or two, Eijirou is at Bakugou's side in only a few lanky strides. Eijirou talks for most of the time they walk together. He does it so they won't have to walk with nothing to do, rambling about useless things that Bakugou probably considers stupid.

"—and so, my shirt got a hole right by the collar! I guess it's why I shouldn't do things like that again, yeah?" Eijirou chuckles and looks away for a moment, considering his future words. It's near Valentine's Day, so should he get his feelings off his chest right now, as Ashido suggested when he first told her about these feelings? Bakugou can't hear him anyway, and with how nervous these bottled-up feelings are, he'll probably stumble and stutter, making it hard to read his words. He licks his lips as the back of his neck grows hot. "I—I was also thinking that uhm...uh, because Valentine's is coming up, I wanted to say something to you. I sorta have a bit of a...of a cr-crush on you for a while now. You-you don't have to like me back or anything, just wanted to get this off my chest without you blowing my face up," Eijirou mumbles, looking down or to the side as he speaks. "I probably just made a huge mistake—"

When Bakugou grabs him by the arm, Eijirou stops dead in his tracks, a noise of surprise leaving him. The warm spring breeze ruffles their uniforms and hair as they stand only a little ways away from their dormitory building.

"St—ahp. Mo'ing." Bakugou fumbles for his words. Without the ability to clearly hear himself, he also signs along with what he's trying to say to limit confusion. "Reading lips. Don'...don'..." A groan of frustration drags out of his throat as he trails off, irritated that he can't hear himself speak properly. He clenches his fists and grits his teeth as he glares at his shoes. "Stupid bein' deaf."

Eijirou gives Bakugou a warm smile before giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze. "It's okay, man. I understand you. If you want to, you can teach me more signs. That way, we won't have to worry about whether I understand you!"

While reading Eijirou's lips, Bakugou slowly nods, his pout subsiding with his glare. "Fuck, okay."

He laughs, glad to know Bakugou can still cuss without his hearing. Eijirou wonders if some of the words Bakugou can still say while deaf are from muscle memory. They walk up the steps, and Eijirou holds the door as they step inside, earning an indifferent 'thank you' sign. Grinning like an idiot, Eijirou scratches his nape and fights to hide his pink cheeks when they get in the elevator.

Once they're in the hallway, Eijirou tugs on the sleeve of Bakugou's jacket. He turns around, and Eijirou straightens up. "I...I was wondering if we could quickly change into different clothes before we get started on tutoring?"

Bakugou shrugs before nodding and pulling out his dead hearing aids. Going their separate ways, Eijirou locks himself into his room and slides against the door until he's sitting on the floor. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You don't just dump your feelings like that, Eijirou!" Hands burying his face, he scolds himself. "You know he can read lips, idiot! He tells you that all the damn time. Besides, what if he's straight, and now things are even more awkward? Oh my God, why didn't I just keep this to myself?"

He huffs as he curls into a tight ball, resting his head on his knees. Taking a moment to calm himself, Eijirou takes a few deep breaths before getting up from his spot. As he searches for what to wear in his closet, a text-tone chimes on his phone. His heart skips a beat as he tugs on his ripped shirt, wondering if it's from Bakugou. He leans against his nightstand with a soft smile warming his lips.

✨💥Baku-boo💥✨ Oi, Kirishima... There's a couple of specific signs I want to show you after I tutor your stupid-ass. You down??

Sure! Need me to bring my notebook so I can practice them in my own time?  Or are u just showing me because u want to use them and ur gonna teach me something else?

✨💥Baku-boo💥✨ I don't give a shit. It's mostly something that only you and I could use anyway... If you want to know it.

Eijirou laughs at the last part as he slips on his nylon rainbow bracelet Ashido made for him in middle school. The colours of the thread have darkened over time, but he can't go a day without wearing it. After putting on the red friendship bracelet Bakugou gave him last Valentine's Day, he replies.

Of course I'd like to learn it! JSL is honestly pretty fun! Sorta like a secret language we share, haha!

✨💥Baku-boo💥✨ Yeah yeah, sure. Just get your ass over here, I fixed my hearing-aids so the sooner we get done the better.

The moment Eijirou steps out of his room, he's knocking on Bakugou's door. He opens it, phone still in hand, but now he's wearing earrings to go with his hearing aids. Small grey studs rest beside the red claw gauges that normally hang from his ears. The earrings compliment his eyes and the punk-ish spike bracelet he's wearing matches his hearing aids.

"You got your shit?" Bakugou asks, pushing away from the door frame.

"Yes, sir." Eijirou grins with a chuckle as he steps into his room. "Your plugs look sick by the way. Did you finally get up to twelve point seven? I'm too chicken and my parents would kill me if I ever got my ears stretched. Nope, just helix and lobe piercings for me, please. Okay, maybe I might want a conch or industrial... "

He scoffs lightly when Eijirou trails off, shaking his head. "No, idiot. I just put on horn plugs instead of my usual to get used to how the different ones feel. I might use the boring round shit later, but this pair nearly caused my old man to faint over the weekend so I thought why not show you? Just pull out your homework because I know damn well you didn't pay attention so consider this a study-session instead of a tutoring one."

Eijirou's grin only widens as he sets his things down to help carry Bakugou's desk over to his bed so they both have a place to sit. Bakugou sits down and crisscrosses his legs as Eijiriou takes the chair, sitting across from him. "How'd you know?"

"Call it intuition."

"Really?"

"Ha! No. It's because I saw you, you dipshit. I may be sat in front of you, but when I got up to leave class, your face on your desk and your chew-toy for a pencil was barely long enough for anybody to hold. You got distracted again doodling or whatever so we're going to do the homework together until you fucking finish so I don't have to tutor you when you get a bad grade."

Eijirou's nose scrunches, but he doesn't protest his accusations because they are true. So why bother getting defensive?

As they work through their assignments, Eijiriou doesn't even realize how often he's staring at Bakugou. It's gotten to the point that he's starting to find all the faint details he never expected to find. A small mole can be found on the inside corner of his right eye and a few pepper his neck. His irises aren't just red but have hidden hues of orange and flecks of yellow, burning like focused embers with his pupils as the coals. Straight brows relax and furrow as he searches for his answers in his homework before one arches. Wait, they're not arching at the homework question, they're arching at him.

"What is it, Shitty Hair? Stuck somewhere?"

Eijirou jerks his neck down to look at his work, almost hurting his neck from the force. Hiding his wince behind an awkward grin, Eijirou lies. "Sorry, just spaced off is all."

Bakugou doesn't buy it. "Bullshit. Do you want to tell me something or not?"

Anxiety throbs through his entire being as he wonders if he should actually say what he's about to. Thankfully with him sitting across from Bakugou, he doesn't have to worry if his legs will turn to jelly and give out on him while he speaks. Another thing he is thankful for is that his anxiety-induced prayers are answered as Bakugou sighs and scoots away from the set-up.

Patting the empty space beside him on the bed, Bakugou explains his actions. "I get it, you're just tired from all the studying that you should've done earlier. Let's take a break and I'll teach you some signs."

Eijirou's eyes lit up like fireworks as he got up and eagerly sat beside Bakugou. "Okay, what are we learning today?"

Bakugou takes in a deep breath and Eijirou can't help but feel slightly anxious. Is the new signs they're learning going to be that hard?

After clearing his throat, Bakugou speaks up. "Alright, well I was going to teach you this later, but I thought we could do this now because you might need it or some bullshit. So to start off, let's review. What does this mean?" Bakugou points his index finger towards himself.

"That means you're referring to yourself so like, 'I', 'me', yadi-yada," Eijirou explains, proud to remember despite it being very obvious and easy to learn.

"Good," Bakugou says, wiping his palms on his pants. Is he nervous? Eijirou wonders to himself.

After a moment, Bakugou sighs and points to Eijirou. "What does this mean?"

"It means the person you're signing with so 'you.'"

Bakugou nods again and shifts his sitting position seeming a lot less like his confident self and it's starting to bother Eijirou. However, Eijirou keeps to himself, not wanting to disrupt his friend's focus. "Now there are two ways of learning this, and so we should probably do the lighter version first and go from there. To start, make an 'L' shape with your hand and place your chin in the dip."

As Bakugou taught Eijirou, they did the motions together to make sure Eijirou didn't mess up. After following the instructions, Eijirou decides to crack a joke to try and lighten Bakugou's mood. "I feel like those girly K-pop idols."

He snorts and shakes his head to smother his faint grin. "If that'll help you remember, then whatever. But the next part is where you pull your fingers down and together near your chest."

Eijirou manages to follow the instructions, but an impatient question leaves his lips before he can control it. "What does it mean though?"

"It means 'like' or 'love'. I thought your dumbass would want to sign it to me instead of making it almost fucking impossible to read your lips with all your stupid mumbling."

Is his heart actually still beating? It feels like it's damn near freezing in his throat as his lips part in shock. He can't move, why can't he move? Did he even hear Bakugou correctly?

A sigh snaps him out of his daze and shock buzzes through his nerves when he's grabbed by the neckline of his shirt, only to be mere inches from Bakugou's face. There's a moment where all you can hear is their breath intermingling, fanning their faces. "Well? Do you really think I'd wait a fucking month to tell you the obvious on White Day with cheap treats? Or do I have to waste more time reading your insufferable lips instead of having them on mine?"

Without a second thought, Eijirou takes Bakugou's stunning complexion into his calloused hands and kisses him gingerly. He's terrified that this is all a dream and he'll wake up alone in his room again, so he's delicate in every moment their lips are together. After they pull away Bakugou huffs, not as pleased with the kiss as Eijirou thought.

"You kiss like a wimpy bitch. Man up and do it right before I do it myself," Bakugou orders, tightening his grip on Eijirou's collar.

Blushing deeper than Bakugou's volcanic eyes, Eijirou does as he's told. Leaning deeper against Bakugou's mouth, he pours all the passion and love he's been holding back for the past months into this one kiss. His fingers card through choppy blond locks as they topple over each other on the bed, being a tangled mess of limbs and lips. 

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