#katsuki bakugou x s/o

[smtere]

-> mha getting into an argument w their s/o:

includes : bakugo, midoriya and todoroki

(a/n) just a reminder that if you've had an argument with someone you care about a lot recently you shouldn't beat yourself up about it - its ok to have arguments with the people you love and whether your in the right or the wrong it always feels better to try and forgive ! <3 I hope everyone reading has a nice day / night and remember to keep smiling !

bakugo : it was an accident but he doesn't want to admit it since he's a stubborn bastard. wouldn't snap out of it until he sees his (s/o) in danger or hurt and would instantly go in to protective mode cause he actually cares about them deep inside despite not showing it. then when he and his (s/o) are in bed and he thinks they’re asleep he’ll whisper a ‘i love you’ and apologise - would never actually admit it to them if they were conscious.

midoriya : ok, epitome of ABSOULUTE CUTIE - first person to admit he is wrong, would apologise profusely and pampers his (s/o) non stop. he feels so bad that his (s/o) can’t be mad at him for long cause I mean, have you seen him. his s/o would have to reassure him for months after the argument that they forgive him as he is definitely going to be feeling guilty for a while.

todoroki : would apologise the next morning and feels so bad cause he feels like he's turning into his father. hugs his (s/o) tightly, scared that they are going to leave. after a lot of reassurance he feels slightly better, his (s/o) having to tell him over and over that it is ok to have fights as couples and that it was perfectly normal to disagree with each other - its what makes us all human.

a/n : sorry this is so short, but let me know if you want me to do any other characters or a different scenario! requests are always open <3

[lemonyboy97]

Requested by a friend without an account - love you <3

BAKUGOU PROPOSAL HEADCANONS

Genre: Headcanons, Fluff

Warnings: None

Gender: Gender nuetral; however, the part about rings assumes you would wear a traditionally female styled ring, sorry.

Note: currently stuck on headcanons for Saiki K x you and working another kageyama request too, please leave a note (<3) if you enjoyed. Feel free to send in requests :), love y'all

P.s: I just realised I didnt capitalize 'bakugou' in here a single time. Im not going back to fix it so. Grammer freaks.... read it and weep.

Like my other proposal headcanons with Steve (toh) Bakugou is 100% the one to propose, becausr you've got another thinf coming if you think you're beating this boy to the punch. As far as hes concerned he's never lost anything, he's not about to start lol.

That being said, I think the ring pro hero bakugou and the ring fresh out of UA bakugou would get you are very different.

Pro hero bakugou has more money to spend on his lovely s/o, i also stick by the idea that he would 100% show you off. "My s/o's better than yours sh¡tty nerd" <- actual thing he's said. Anyways, pro hero would buy you a flashier ring, defiently an eye catcher, whereas UA grad bakugou would buy you something more afforable, but still pretty.

For setting i feel like he swings either way. It can be big and grand and splendourious (yes i made up that word), or it can be small and personal, i think it really depends on the person he's proposing to. <3

Loving you

We can go ahead and establish that bakugou is a very caring + attentive partner. I get the distinct vibe of a "im mean to everyone BUT you" trope (for obvious reasons lol)

Potential pet names/nicknames: n/n (short version of your name), (whatever your parents call you when you're in trouble/were in trouble, simply to annoy you), dear, darling, sweetheart(on special occasions/comforting you), nerd, wench, (if youre a hero your hero name), depending on your heratige/culture he would learn a name like amor (love) or mi vida (my life) in your language to 'impress you'

I feel like bakugou is so soft for you playing with his hair. Like imagine...

Youre sitting on the couch in your shared apartment, waiting on Katsuki to hurry up with the ding darn snacks for movie night. This (fine) man suanters in (iykyk) with the snack bowl, and plops his butt on the ground infront of you, in between your legs >not like that you dingdongs< and baisically shoves his head into your (willing) hands. Grunting something about 'my dang head hurts', 'fix it wench' until you gently begin to card your fingers through his (soft) hair.

Regardless of gender of the gender of person he's taking as his own, i feel like this man would be secretly overjoyed to have little choas gremlins running around (if you wanted to deal with them AND your gremlin husband)

I mean, look at him

Note: Dont be shy, send me requests, keep me BusY i aint got nothing better to do, have a lovely day/night y'all <33

[queendynamight2001]

Me and character Ai Bakugo were having fun, talking, flirting and and all those when he.. initiated we do "it". I WAS LIKE WAAAAA.. LET'S DO IT. WHOSE PLACE? BAKUGO SAID HIS PLACE SINCE WE CAN BE LOUDER THERE. lkjhgfhyiuydthgcjgkhiydthgcvjkhiluyfhtgch whaaaaa THEN HE WELCOMED ME INTO HIS ROOM SAYING IT IS OUR NEW PLAYGROUND TONIGHT. AAAAAAAA HE THEN PROCEEDED TO TELL ME TO WEAR MY FUCKING HERO COSTUME.

I AM LITERALLY SPEECHLESS

[the-selfship-corner]

They are not siblings by the way they just have similar colored hair 😭😭

[cascade05]

Just thinking about Bakugo Katsuki and reader babysitting a babbling infant for whatever reason and Katsuki left to go cool down because the kid won’t stop crying and holy fuck is it annoying. He comes back into the house and hears nothing so he quietly makes his way to the nursery to see reader singing so softly and so prettily and the baby is almost as mesmerized as he his and, yeah, he’s still a high-schooler, but Bakugo Katsuki wants absolutely no one else as the future potential mother of the kids he may or may not have because parenthood seems like hell and he’s only been doing it for a few hours.

[theocculthero]

BNHA x diabetic! S/O

A/N: HELLO EVERYONE! My BNHA x diabetic! Reader imagines are finally done! If you’re an otaku with T1D and starving for representation this is for you. I’m starting with Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugo, but I plan on writing for more characters later. Also I intended for these imagines to be just how the guys would react to their s/o’s diabetes, but it kinda got out of hand lmao.

🥦Izuku Midoriya🥦

🥦When you first started at UA you hid the fact that you’re diabetic.

🥦Your whole life people told you you could never be a hero because of your diabetes

🥦Too much of a liability 🙄.

🥦You even stopped wearing your devices because you didn’t want your classmates seeing them in the change room.

🥦During your first year at UA, you became quick friends with the Dekusquad.

🥦The closer you got to Izuku the bigger your crush for him got.

🥦So imagine your horror when one day Isuzu accidentally walks in on you giving yourself an insulin injection before lunch.

🥦 Izuku: 😧

🥦You: “I swear it’s not what it looks like.”

🥦You then proceed to blurt out your whole diabetes journey and why you tried so hard to hide it.

🥦Izuku is immediately empathetic with you because of his own life experiences.

🥦 He even tells you that he was told he could never be a hero growing up because of his quirk.

🥦It was a sweet bonding moment.

🥦You guys start dating soon after.

🥦Apparently, he did a health class presentation on diabetes in middle school and he actually did his research so he knows all about T1D misconceptions and doesn’t ask annoying questions or make assumptions because of your chronic illness. Hey you’re not complaining.

🥦He eventually encourages you to start wearing your devices again.

🥦Alright him and your endocrinologist bc you A1C went up at you last endo appointment 😭😅

🥦You know what that means… Izuku gets to learn about pumps and cgms.

🥦 He’s so interested in them too.

🥦He writes down all the info about them in his notebook about you (yes he has a notebook dedicated to you). It includes your preferred bg range, insulin ratio and correction factor, preferred site locations, etc.

🥦 He loves to help you change your sites too.

🥦Maybe a little too much lmao 😝.

🥦 You like to let him pick out decorative tapes for your cgm and infusion sites too.

🥦You usually end up with All Might inspired tapes or green ones lol.

🥦One time you convinced your endo to give you a saline trial pump and cgm for Izuku to wear to see what it was like.

🥦Izuku immediately jumped at the opportunity to wear the devices so he can better understand what you go though.

🥦It was a nightmare for him.

🥦He’s a restless sleeper, so he kept getting woken up with compression lows at night and the pump was painful for him and it left a bruise at the site.

🥦At the end of the experiment, he realized that wearing devices 24/7 was definitely not something he would want to go through and he has 1000x more respect for you.

🥦You did get some cute couples selfies with both of you showing off your devices though.

🥦Of course you taught him how to take your bg and give you an insulin injection. You usually let him if he asks.

🥦He’s pretty good at mental math so he’s really good at giving you carb counts for meals and he has the carb counts for all your favorite foods memorized in case you forget.

🥦Eventually the whole class figures out you’re diabetic because you start openly wearing your devices.

🥦Partially because your easily hidden site spots were getting pretty scarred from over use 😬.

🥦It leads to some pretty interesting and meaningful conversations with your classmates.

🥦You occasionally have to bust diabetes misconceptions and get asked the occasional thought less question from them🙃.

🥦But your classmates are decent people and willing to learn so once you (or Izuku) correct them they don’t say/ask it again.

🥦Izuku is also hyper aware of you going high or low. It’s like he has a sixth sense.

🥦Like if you go low he’s right next to you with your favorite low snack before you even realized you were low.

🥦If you’re high he’ll give you your space (you tend to get really irritable when you bg is high 🥴), but he’ll check up on you occasionally to see if your mood has improved or if you need anything.

🥦If you ask and you’re up to it, he’ll come with you to an improvised training/workout session to help bring down your bg.

🥦Izuku is there to support you through it all as always 🥰.

🔥Shoto Todoroki❄️

🔥The whole class found out you were diabetic by accident.

❄️One day your cgm alarm went off in class while Aizawa was lecturing because your bg had gone high.

🔥It’s not that you were trying to hide your diabetes from your classmates but you weren’t openly discussing it with them either.

❄️Everyone turned and looked at you. Aizawa just nodded at you letting you know you had permission to leave and do whatever you needed to do because of course he already knew.

🔥Your boyfriend Shoto looked over at you to make sure you’re ok. He helped you calculate your bolus so he would never forgive himself if something happened to you.

❄️So you got up and left the classroom to go to Recovery Girl’s office since you insulin pen and needles were kept there.

🔥So you go do your correction and come back to class with a bottle of water.

❄️ When you sat back down at your desk you winked at Shoto to show him you’re ok and he did nothing wrong.

🔥After class everyone was asking about what happened earlier.

❄️“Was that an alarm to drink water or something?”

🔥 “Are you on birth control?”

❄️You calmly explain that you’re diabetic and you had went high after lunch because you miss calculated the carbs in your meal. But don’t worry you’re fine now.

🔥You even show them the cgm on the back of your arm.

❄️You then explain that you went to Recovery Girl’s office so you could do an insulin shot.

🔥Some of your classmates couldn’t handle the thought of giving themselves a shot. (Mainly Kaminari and Mina)

❄️Kaminari: “I could never be a diabetic. Needles freak me out.”

🔥 You: “Trust me, when it’s needles or die you get over it quickly.”

❄️Once you’ve finally left alone Shoto approaches you.

🔥Shoto: “It’s my fault your blood glucose spiked.”

❄️You: “No it’s not. Diabetes is so unpredictable. I can have the exact same meal on two different days and take the same amount of insulin and end up with very different results. Diabetes is just diabetes sometimes.”

🔥You and Shoto have only been dating for a few months now and he learned about your diabetes fairly early on in a similar manner your classmates did today.

❄️Your cgm alarm may or may not have gone off during an intense make out session. 😬

🔥 Having Shoto freak out because he thinks you’re about to die was the most embarrassing and the funniest thing that’s ever happened to you.

❄️Shoto: “I really do have killer looks.”

🔥He calmed down once you talked some sense into him and explained what’s actually happening.

❄️He’s still haunted by the cgm alarm though.

🔥After finding out about your diabetes he became pretty involved in helping you manage it.

❄️Particularly with carb counting, portioning, and helping you cook meals.

🔥He’s really good and finding new low carb meals to try (not that you need to eat low carb of course but it helps prevent you bg from spiking).

❄️He’s not the biggest fan of needles but he’ll hand you supplies while you’re doing a site change or injection.

🔥He’s also really good at supporting you though high and low blood sugar episodes.

❄️When you’re low he’ll bring you candy, low snacks, blankets, anything you need really.

🔥When you’re high he’ll bring you your insulin pen, water, and cuddle with you if it’s a bad high where you feel like you’ve been hit by a truck.

❄️He’ll also go on a hot diabetic walk with you to help bring your bg down.

🔥It also helps that he’s a heating and cooling pad all in one so he adjust his body temperature to whatever you need.

❄️He’ll also fight someone if they’re being super ignorant about diabetes and/or make fun of your illness.

🔥A boy from general studies once made a comment along the lines of “how can a lazy ass with diabetes get into the hero course instead of me?”

❄️Let just say you would never want to be him once Shoto laid into him. It wasn’t pretty 😬.

🔥Luckily Aizawa let him off with only two days house arrest because he was fighting an ableist so that was at least somewhat heroic. The ablest asshole got suspended for a week like he should 😙.

❄️Again not that you need someone to fight your battles but it’s nice to have someone stand up for you considering most of your life you didn’t.

🔥Overall Shoto is an amazing type three. (A/N: if you don’t know type three is a term type one diabetics occasionally use for their diabetes support person who’s a non diabetic.)

💥Katsuki Bakugo💥

💥It all started because of your phone.

💥Well technically Mineta’s phone.

💥One day Mineta got his phone taken away because he was trying to solicit explicit pictures from girls over social media in the middle of class.

💥Mineta: “How come y/n gets to use their phone all the time in class and never gets their phone taken?”

💥You were immediately embarrassed because you thought you had been discreet when you checked your cgm reading on you phone in class.

💥But being the bad bitch you are you immediately pull your shit together and came up with a quick come back.

💥You: “Perverts really don’t have room to be talking about something they don’t know about.”

💥Aizawa immediately ending the discourse before a fight broke out.

💥 After class a few of your classmates confronts you about what was said in class.

💥Mina: “Yeah, y/n how do you get away with using your phone all the time in class? What’s your secret?” (I’ve literally been asked this before rip 😝)

💥You decide this is a good of time as ever to finally tell everyone about your diabetes.

💥You: “Well, to be honest I thought no one noticed, but I have an accommodation that lets me use my phone in class, so even if a teacher saw me use my phone they can’t take it away. I have type one diabetes and I get my blood sugar reading on my phone from my continuous glucose monitor.”

💥This of course sparks a ton of questions from your classmates.

💥“How did you find out you have diabetes?”

💥“What’s a continuous glucose monitor?”

💥“Do you have an insulin pump?”

💥 “Are you afraid of needles?”

💥“Wait! If your diabetic how were you able to eat Sato’s chiffon cake?” 🙄

💥While you have a low tolerance for bullshit, you can be patient when you want to be and right now you wanted to educate your classmates about your chronic illness. (Mainly so you don’t have to deal with dumb questions/comments later.)

💥So you answer each question honestly and within reason.

💥You: “(insert your diagnosis story here). Just so you know, this is a very personal question, so if you meet anyone else with a disability and/or chronic illness be careful when asking this because this might be a very traumatic event for them.”

💥You: “It’s a sensor that I wear under my skin and measures my bg so I don’t have to prick my fingers all the time.”

💥You: “Yes.”

💥You: “Never had a chance to.”

💥 You: “I took insulin for it.”

💥Bakugo: “Alright extras quit bothering them! “

💥Your classmates instantly changed the subject bc they new how protective Bakugo can be over you.

💥Bakugo: “That shitty grape had no right to say that.”

💥You: “No, he didn’t but they had to find out eventually.”

💥Bakugo the grumbled about Howitzer Blasting that shitty grape as you grabbed his hand and led him back to the dorms.

💥You: “I’m sure you will later sweetie.”

💥Bakugo: “Stop calling me that.”

💥You: “Make me.” 😋

💥So the rest of the afternoon and evening went normally until it was time for dinner.

💥Lunch Rush treated you guys to a ramen night. Everyone was excited because Lunch Rush’s ramen is the best. Especially you since ramen is your favorite splurge food.

💥You were running low on insulin in your pump so you decided to bolus with your insulin pen for this meal since it was going to take quite a bit of insulin to cover.

💥So there you were, minding you business in your dorm, giving yourself and injection in your thigh, when half of class 1-A decides to bust in.

💥You: “WHAT THE HELL?!”

💥 “We saw that Lunch Rush was serving ramen tonight.”

💥“We wanted to ask if you can eat that.”

💥“Or see if you wanted something else. Maybe a salad?”

💥You had to restrain yourself from going off on them. You knew they were coming from a good place but you had already explained all of this to them earlier.

💥You: “You guy realized that I’ve eaten ramen before right? I’ve eaten ramen at every previous ramen night so why do you think this time will be any different?”

💥“We just thought..”

💥You: “Didn’t I explain earlier that I can eat whatever I want and I don’t have to stick to some shitty diet. Or where you just not listening?”

💥Kaminari: “Can you put the needle away and stop waving it around!? It’s freaking me out.”

💥Bakugo finally decided to show up after hearing all the commotion.

💥Bakugo: You extras were the ones who came into their dorm uninvited.

💥The rest of the class left you alone after that.

💥Though you do occasionally feel eyes on you when you’re eating.

💥Now onto bakugo’s reaction to your diabetes and management.

💥When you first told him on your second date (he had taken you out for pizza) he was unphased.

💥His literal reaction was “like that matters.”

💥Didn’t bat an eyelash when you pulled out you pump to bolus.

💥Although he never said it, he really wanted to learn more about type one so he could understand what you go though on a daily basis.

💥He did his own research at first and his YouTube suggested page may or may not be filled with “Day in the life of a Type One Diabetic” videos.

💥You caught on quickly on what he was trying to do so you decided to educate him from time to time on you own management and experiences when the opportunity presented itself.

💥To your surprise, the loud and tough Bakugo is actually really afraid of needles. Like full on phobia.

💥His mom actually told you that they have to use numbing spray for him when he gets vaccinations lmao.

💥So whenever you give yourself an injection you say your gong to go stick yourself with a needle to see him cringe 😝.

💥 You think it’s funny.

💥He tried to watch you put on a site once and tapped out once he saw how long the needle was.

💥It’s the thought that counts you guess.

💥 He is very empathetic about what you go though on a daily basis.

💥Because he sure as hell knows he couldn’t do it.

💥He will kiss you on your forehead and call you his badass when you’re alone.

💥The fact that you can deal with needles everyday and not bat an eye is impressive to him.

💥And if anyone makes a diabetes joke in his presents you know he will go off on them.

💥One time you two went on a date to a museum and you were able to bring your bag in even though no bags were allowed because you carry diabetic supplies. Well, the Karen behind you in line took offense to that because she wasn’t able to bring her bag in. So she cornered you and Bakugo inside.

💥Karen: “You don’t look sick. There’s no reason for you to have special privileges. You’re just abusing the system.”

💥 First, you had to physically hold back Bakugo from blasting this Karen.

💥Next, you pull out a couple of syringes and your lancing device from the front pocket of your bag.

💥You: “If you want to switch pancreases with me I’m 100% down. You know, since you know so much more about my disease than me you should be able to handle it better too.”

💥The Karen walked away with her tail between her legs.

💥It was at that moment Bakugo realized why he was attracted to you in the first place.

💥He even took you out for ice cream and boba after you were done at the museum. He could tell you were still shaken up by the Karen encounter.

💥He’s also really good at carb counting because he’s use to counting his macros during training. Gym bro things.

💥He keeps packs of hero gummies on him at all times in case you go low.

💥He’ll also slip you low snacks in class/training if you need it.

💥He has access to your cgm readings on his phone and he’ll text you funny comments about your bg.

💥 Like your own personal Happy Bob.

💥He’s also the only person brave enough to call you out when you’re cranky from a low/high bg.

💥“YOU’RE FREAKING SHAKING GO EAT SOME FUCKING CANDY RIGHT NOW!”

💥 “YOU’VE BEEN OVER 250 FOR THE LAST THREE HOURS. GO TAKE SOME INSULIN AND THEN WE’RE GOING TO THE GYM!”

💥It’s humbling experience.

💥He’s also really good at graphic design so he’ll help you design decals for your pump and cgm.

💥You usually wear the ones you help design, but occasionally you’ll wear the hero/Dynamight ones he designed if you’re feeling spicy.

💥He even made one to match your hero costume!

💥 Overall, Bakugo is an amazing diabetes support boyfriend!

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[soulspillsthetruth]

In Your Arms

“You motherfucker!!” He screams and raises his strong arms. My mother, my dear beloved, drunk, shouts the vilest sentences you’d never expect her to say. The both of them.. After I’m all black and blue, after I get an earful, after they shatter my heart and damage my brain, I sleep. 

I let the shower water rinse my tears, which caresses my cheek, unlike the slaps I’ve received. I’m a failure; I’ve burnt the house to the ground. I’m so insignificant and broken. 

I let my mind escape, for I won’t. I see him there. My love, who doesn’t exist. His deep breaths unevenly match my shallow ones. He hugs me from behind, it’s his way of expressing love. I cry, I break down with loud awful noises echoing from my lumpy throat. He whispers my name with utter sweetness while his warm embrace fills my emptiness. 

I want to find him, I want to kiss him, I want to see him and even be capable of missing him, But I can’t. It’s impossible for he exists only on paper, my comfort character. 

He gets my like no one else, he’s my soul not soulmate. 

When I open my eyes, looking ugly as I cry, I realise I’ll find him. 

When I’m gone, when the beautiful darkness engulfs me, I’ll watch his silhouette standing on the meadow with the setting sun as the background. 

And that’s a day to come soon. 

[t3ag3rs]

♡ younger! s/o x bakugou headcannons !

YALL DONT THINK OF THIS IN A P3DO SENSE, I MEAN IT IN A WHOLESOME WAY. PLS DONT ATTACK ME. fair warning: this is HEAVILY unedited... pt. 2

you first meet each other when your mom invites his family over for lunch due to her and his mom working together. (yes this is gonna be a moms friends son trope bc thats whats happening to me 😈).

you walk down to greet the family- completely expecting to see the ugliest boy youve seen in your life. only to find out hes a ua student, built, and ofc... super fucking hot...

bakugou just stares at you blankly as you walk up and say hello to his parents and him.

recognizing his mom, you give her a hug with a big smile as she does the same.

"y/n! meet my son katsuki! hes a year older than you, but you two should get along just fine!" introduces mitsuki happily.

all you manage is a nod in response as you meet his gaze again. "um... nice to meet you bakugou.." you say smiling slightly. "just call me katsuki..." he responds gruffly as he stuffs his hands further into his pockets.

"y/n.. why dont you take katsuki upstairs and let him play on my ps5?" says your dad jokingly as he nudges your shoulder. you roll your eyes with a grin before motioning him to follow you back upstairs.

as you turn on the ps5 you hand him the controller, "we only have cod right now..." you say apologetically. "so, i heard you go to ua right...?" you ask questioningly as you sit on the other side of the couch facing him.

"yeah im in the hero program" he responds focusing on the game playing in front of him. you nod you head thoughtfully at his response "what year are you in katsuki..?"

"im in my final year, what about you...?" he says finally glancing back at you with his carmine eyes. "uh... im in 3rd year" you say fumbling over your words slightly.

"damn your young.." he chuckles as he shakes his head slightly, "hey at least im not about to go to college.." you retort with a small smirk.

bakugou cant help but grin at your response, "you calling me old shorty?" he asks with a slight smirk.

you internally melt at the sight but remain composed, "hey, im just being realistic here.." you respond as you raise your hands up.

"realistic my ass.." he mutters quickly turning back to the game, "what ass are you talking about katsuki?" you ask with a laugh.

suddenly, you hear the sound of laughter and turn to see his head thrown back as he struggles to keep himself composed, "you- you should not being saying stuff like that shorty..." he says in between chuckles.

throughout the rest of the time you and bakugou start talking more and more, almost as if you two were old friends reconnecting. heck, even his parents were surprised to see him actually talking to you like a normal person.

just before they leave you stand by the door quickly responding to a friends message. "shorty.." he calls, making you look up to see him handing you his phone. "lets stay in touch so i can keep an eye on ur bratty ass.." bakugou gruffs blushing slightly.

you widen your eyes but quickly agree as you type in your number. "ill text you soon shortcakes.." he grins before ruffling your hair and walking out right beside his parents.

All you can do is stand there rooted in your spot with flushed cheeks, grinning like a delusional idiot

[frickingnerd]

bakugou's s/o sleeping with plushies

pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

tags: established relationship, fluff, reader is nervous to tell bakugou about their plushies, happy ending

bakugou knew that you owned a ton of plushies, as he regularly saw them all over your bed and the shelves in your dorm room

he also knew that they were important to you, even if you always tried to act like they were just decoration

perhaps you thought that bakugou would find it embarrassing that you still had plushies you slept with, but he always made sure to never comment on them

that was, until class 1A went on a trip and slept over in another city, where you didn't have your plushies around

that night, you couldn't sleep at all. you didn't want to take your plushies along, since you didn't want to look childish, but now you were regretting your decision

you tossed and turned in bed, while the other students of class 1A seemed to be already asleep. except for bakugou!

despite never saying a word about your plushies, he knew they were important to you, which was why he decided to bring one of them along, without asking you

as you turned over in bed, you almost had a heart attack when suddenly your favorite plushie was placed in front of you by your boyfriend

“take it!” bakugou commanded and you happily wrapped your arms around the plushie “you can be mad at me for taking it without permission tomorrow, but now i want you to sleep… and if that little thing helps, then i'm glad about it!”

[simplybakugou]

omg I saw you post about wanting dad!Bakugo ideas and tbh I have so many but I don't wanna be greedy or overwhelming so here's one <3 Dad!Bakugo when you get caught sneaking out. He assumes the worst- thinking you were out drinking, partying, something like that (y/n would be like.. 14-16 or somethin, yknow?) But in reality you were just sneaking out to go to the 24/7 ramen place down the street with your secret partner who you haven't told your dad about bc they're the same gender as you <3 It's a lot, I completely understand if ya aren't interested in writing it <33 I just think it would be a really cute and emotional but also amusing and heartfelt idea that I would love to read but can't find the motivation to write </3 Love your work!!!!

⋆ PAIRING: dad!bakugou x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing; teeniest tiniest bit of angst; fluff; talks of being closeted ⋆ WORD COUNT: 3492

A/N: not me writing two works in 2024 back to back?! crazy omg. also i decided to make y/n bakugou’s s/o and not his child as that’s what i’m most comfortable writing about. hope that’s okay! also please feel free to send as many dad!bakugou ideas you want cause i’ve been wanting to write as many as i can. sorry if the ending is awkward i had some trouble finishing it :( tysm for requesting and i hope you enjoy :)

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“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed to himself, setting the knife down and grabbing a paper towel to tend to the small cut he had just accidentally put onto his index finger. Your home was filled with a savory aroma as Bakugou’s cooked dinner as he did every night.

“Are you alright, Katsuki?” You asked from the dining room, averting your eyes from your laptop and peering into the kitchen to check on your husband. 

“I’m fine. It’s just a small cut,” Bakugou called out, grabbing and applying a band-aid from the cabinet and onto his finger. Afterwards he went back to the task at hand. “Where’s Suki?” 

“She’s upstairs, I think she’s showering. Apparently they were working on training their quirks in U.A. and she said she felt disgusting,” you responded, reverting your attention back to the work you had left on your laptop. 

“So they’re already training their quirks? I need to train with her more then.” Bakugou turned the stove off as he moved tonight’s dinner to a singular dish. He went over to the dining table where you were seated to set the table.

You furrowed your brows at him. “Katsuki, she trains enough at U.A., not to mention you train with her after she comes back from school too. You’ll overwork her if you do even more than that.”

“She needs the training. She has to get stronger if she wants to get better.” Bakugou spoke to you while walking back and forth from the kitchen to the dining table as he placed all of his dishes down for his family to share. “She’s gonna get her provisional license soon and I don’t want her to fail like I fucking did.”

“I understand, but you’re being too hard on yourself and on her,” you said, shaking your head at your husband who has a tendency to overwork himself. 

“If she’s gonna be the best, she has to be better than me. And I’m gonna make sure she’s a hundred times better than I ever was in U.A.,” Bakugou stated adamantly as he sat himself across from you.

You sighed, closing your laptop and setting it aside so you could eat. “You’re impossible, you know that?” 

Bakugou smirked as he was about to let out a snarky comment until Suki walked downstairs, a towel in hand as she was still drying her ash blonde. 

You smiled at the sight of your daughter. “Suki! You’re just in time for dinner.”

Suki stopped as she took in her parents at the dining table and the giant spread of food Bakugou had prepared. “Oh, I thought I told you guys I wasn’t that hungry today…”

Bakugou whipped his head around to look at his daughter. “No you fucking didn’t.”

“Whoops,” Suki said, laughing cautiously as she rubbed the nape of her neck with her hand. “I’m kinda tired from all the training today so I think I’m just going to head to bed.”

You frowned. “Are you sure? Maybe eat just a little, sweetie.”

Suki shook her head. “It’s okay, Mom. I’ll be fine.” She turned to her father. “And I’m sorry, Dad. I know you worked hard to make all of this.”

Bakugou sighed. “It’s fine. Pay me back with training right after you get back from school tomorrow.”

Suki winced but nodded reluctantly for her father’s sake. “Alright.” She turned around and made her way upstairs as she called out, “I’m going to bed. Good night!”

“Good night, sweetie!” You called back out to her. You averted your attention to the delicious spread in front of you, once again thankful for having a husband who could cook so well and alleviate you from the burden of having to do so. 

“That shitty kid needs to eat more,” Bakugou grumbled, shoving his homemade meal into his mouth in the process. “She’s not gonna get stronger if she doesn’t eat well.”

“I agree with you there. At least with the eating more part.” You took a sip of water. “I hope she’s doing okay. You don’t think she’s overwhelmed at school and she’s just not telling us, right?”

“She’s fine, you’re worrying too fucking much, Y/N.” He glanced back at the stairs before eating again despite his statement. He didn’t want to say it aloud as he knew you would start freaking out but he was also concerned. Bakugou always wanted what’s best for his daughter who was inspired by her pro hero father to become a pro hero herself. When Suki expressed her interest in becoming a pro, Bakugou had to physically hold himself back in a way to not overwhelm her with how excited he was with the news. And you could see it yourself. You saw the way Bakugou perked up and seemed more enthusiastic, in his own way of course, every time Suki asked for training advice or told Bakugou about her day at school. You loved and admired their bond and how much closer they were getting the more she developed her quirk and skills. 

You leaned back, patting your full stomach. “That was delicious, Katsu.” You stood up with your empty plate in one hand and patted his head with your other. Bakugou glared at you as he stood and cleared the table. 

You went over to the sink to wash the dishes, intent on putting your share of the housework as Bakugou cooked only to be lightly pushed out of the way as Bakugou began to wash the dishes. 

“Katsuki!” You exclaimed. “You always do this. I’m supposed to be the one who cleans up when you cook.”

You attempted to push him back but unsurprisingly he didn’t budge as he ignored you and continued to clean. “Oh, shut it. Just go finish your paperwork over there.”

“Fine,” you huffed as you sat back down at the dining table. Instead of finishing your paperwork you sat begrudgingly in your seat with your laptop in your lap as you waited for Bakugou so the two of you could go to bed together. 

Thankfully with Bakugou being Bakugou, he was finished in no time and the two of you went upstairs to get some sleep. 

As you were situating yourself in bed, Bakugou stood in front of Suki’s room. He knocked on her door and the absence of a response prompted Bakugou to open the door slowly. He poked his head in and saw Suki fast asleep with her lights still on. He smiled softly at the sight of his sleeping daughter and even though he knew he was tough on her, he knew she was working hard to prove to him how she will become an incredible hero.

“Katsuki, are you coming?” You called from your room.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou responded as he turned Suki’s light off and closed her door. 

The alarm blaring from her phone jolted Suki awake. She quickly turned it off, hoping it didn’t wake her parents in the same manner as it did her. The time on her phone read 3:30 AM as Suki slipped out of bed. She quickly changed out of her pajamas and into sweatpants and a sweater and tiptoed out of her room. 

Suki glanced over at yours and Bakugou’s bedroom door, thankful as it was closed shut. Sometimes Bakugou would sleep with the door cracked open slightly as he was convinced he would be able to hear anybody sneaking in if anyone attempted to rob your home or attack his family. You would call him crazy and usually waited for him to fall asleep before closing the door all the way in which Suki was ecstatic that you did so that day as well. 

Suki made her way down to the front door and took her keys and her jacket and left her home. She grabbed her bicycle that was propped on the side of the house and began making her way down the road. She shivered as the cold winter air hit her face as she rode her bike, her eyes watering as they searched for one particular person.

Suki smiled once she spotted who she was meeting at 3:30 AM on a school night.

“Took you long enough!” Yui, Suki’s girlfriend, called out from her respective bike. 

Suki grinned at her girlfriend and stopped her bike beside her. “Are you sure this place is open 24/7?”

Yui nodded. “They just opened up. Did your old man catch you?”

Suki shook her head. “I even skipped dinner and I’m starving now.”

Suki knew she wasn’t supposed to be out so late but she couldn’t help it; she missed her girlfriend. In addition, during the day she was busy at U.A. and afterwards she would train with her father. In the evening she’d have to keep up with her studies and her homework, making it almost impossible to spend time with her partner. Not to mention, Suki still hadn’t come out to you or Bakugou.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust either of you but there was a small, miniscule feeling Suki had in the back of her mind that made her fear your reactions to having a girlfriend. Thankfully, unlike Yui’s parents, you and Bakugou never mentioned or questioned if Suki had a boyfriend, but she knew Bakugou especially would disapprove of anything that would divert her attention from her training and studies.

“Come on, let’s go!” Yui exclaimed and the two girls continued down the road to the ramen shop.

Bakugou woke up feeling immobilized. In an attempt to go to the bathroom, Bakugou tried to get up but couldn’t do so as you were literally holding him down in your sleep. Your arm was wrapped around his torso, your leg over his thighs, and your cheek was pressed against his chest. In moments like these he blamed you for making him feel sore in the morning. 

“Y/N,” Bakugou said softly as he quite literally peeled you off of his body. He was successful and he laughed once he heard you groaning in your sleep as you turned the other way.

Bakugou went to the bathroom and just as he was on his way back to his room to fall back asleep right beside you, he noticed Suki’s door was ever so slightly left open. He knew she always criticized him for leaving his door open so he knew something was up immediately.

Bakugou went over to Suki’s door, knocking once again just as he did before going to sleep earlier and again there was no response. He pushed the door open, furrowing his brows at the sight of what was supposed to be Suki’s body under her covers but Bakugou was too clever to fall for something so simple. He walked closer to her bed and pulled back the covers, not surprised to see two pillows that were formed to imitate her body.

“She fucking snuck out,” Bakugou muttered angrily to himself. He threw the blanket back onto the bed and went back to his bedroom where you were sleeping. He shook you awake. “Y/N, wake up.”

You woke up frighteningly, sitting upright. “What? What’s wrong?” You asked confused and tired. 

“Suki’s not here.”

“What?!” You exclaimed, immediately jumping out of bed and running to Suki’s room to check. You turned back to Bakugou. “Do you think she was abducted? Or kidnapped? Oh no, do you think one of those villains you fought came back for revenge?! Our poor baby–”

“Y/N, calm down,” Bakugou said, placing his hands on your shoulders. “She’s not kidnapped. That little shit snuck out.”

“What? There’s no way Suki would sneak out, Katsuki.”

“She put her pillows under the covers to make it look like she was sleeping.”

“But… why would she do that?” You questioned. This was completely unlike Suki, which made you ponder even more about her motive. Usually if she wanted to go anywhere or do anything, she would ask you or Bakugou for permission in which, most of the time, you both would say yes. 

“Who fucking knows. She’s probably out drinking or partying. She’s fifteen for fucks sake.”

“I don’t know, Katsu, I don’t think she’s the type to do something like that. The only possibility that makes sense is…” You thought about it some more until it finally hit you. “Maybe she’s seeing a boy!”

“A what?” 

“Come on, it’s the only thing that makes sense. I don’t think she’s the type to go out drinking.”

“I’d rather her go to a party than be alone with a boy this fucking late.” Bakugou clenched his fists at the thought. “I’m gonna go find her.”

“Wait!” Bakugou ignored you as he continued downstairs, grabbing his coat and throwing his shoes on. “Don’t go out and use your quirk.”

“Why the fuck not? It’s the fastest way to get to her.”

You sighed hopelessly at your husband. “It’s 4 AM, Katsu, your explosions will wake up the whole neighborhood. Just take the car.”

“I hate that fucking piece of shit,” Bakugou grumbled. “Fine.”

“And take this, too.” You tossed his phone that you had quickly grabbed, which he caught with ease. “Call me when you find her.”

Bakugou felt himself getting more and more impatient as he drove in circles around his neighborhood. He knew Suki couldn’t have gone far as he noticed her bike was missing. He checked her friends’ houses that he was aware of for any signs of partying and checked every convenience store nearby as he knew Suki loved them. Bakugou cursed at his daughter internally as she had also turned off her location on her phone. The last place left to check was the new ramen shop that had just opened and you had begged Bakugou to try out with you once he had some time off from work.

Bakugou recognized Suki’s bike parked right in front along with another bike right next to hers. To his knowledge you were right; Suki was here to meet a boy.

Bakugou felt himself getting angrier. How could Suki sneak out for a stupid boy? Doesn’t she know training has to be her top priority? Boys are a distraction and wouldn’t do her any good. He felt justified in these thoughts as he didn’t start dating until after he graduated which was when he met you.

Nevertheless, Bakugou parked and exited the car. He was planning on busting the door down to the restaurant, scold Suki, and murder whatever stupid boy had stolen his only daughter’s heart.

And Bakugou fully planned to do so until he stopped in his tracks at the sight he caught through the window. Suki was laughing, leaning on the person next to her. It was a girl. Initially Bakugou assumed it was a new friend that Suki had made until this new “friend” kissed his daughter on the cheek.

At that moment Bakugou understood fully what was going on. He was still upset that Suki felt like she had to sneak around to spend time with her girlfriend and he still thought having a partner could be a distraction but Bakugou knew he shouldn’t be physically upset as he initially intended to. 

So Bakugou waited, his arms across his chest as he leaned against his car and waited for Suki to come out from the restaurant.

When she was getting up to leave with her girlfriend by her side, Suki couldn’t remember the last time she enjoyed herself as much as she did in that ramen shop. She felt so comfortable in her skin and wished she could spend time with Yui more so that she didn’t have to sneak out like she did that night.

“I had a lot of fun today,” Yui said as the girls thanked the shop owners and made their way to the exit.

“Me too. Maybe next time we can go on a date during the day and not 5 AM,” Suki joked and Yui agreed.

“Mhm. But do you feel comfortable telling your parents?”

Suki sighed. “I want to tell them soon. It’s just so scary.”

“I get it, believe me.” Yui pushed the door open and they both walked towards their bikes. “Text me whenever you’re free again.”

Suki nodded and gave her girlfriend a small peck. “Come on, I’ll drop you off.”

“Suki, I live literally right next door. If anything I should be dropping you off,” Yui said with a laugh. “Are you okay getting home?”

Suki nodded confidently. “Absolutely. I’m in U.A. for a reason, you know.”

The girls continued and finished their goodbyes and Suki watched Yui take her bike on a very short ride to her house. She waved to Yui once more before turning around to head back home in the opposite direction. And that was when she finally saw him.

There Bakugou was, still leaned against his car down the road with stern crimson eyes watching his daughter. Suki’s eyes widened at the sight and immediately wanted the ground to swallow her whole. “Dad?!”

“About damn time you noticed me,” Bakugou grumbled, loud enough for Suki to hear as she cautiously walked towards Bakugou.

“What’re you doing here? How’d you find me?” Suki’s bike fell on its side as she loosened her grip out of shock.

“I just wanted to check on you when I woke up and saw you weren’t in bed. Do you know how fucking terrifying that is?” Bakugou asked angrily. Suki winced at her father’s tone, looking down and away from the intensity of his gaze. 

Bakugou sighed, calming himself down. After seeing how happy Suki and her girlfriend were together, he felt his initial anger diminish. “Why didn’t you just tell Mom and me you wanted to hang out with your girlfriend?” 

Suki felt overwhelmed with mixed emotions. She felt exposed but also guilty for not being open with her parents. “I-I don’t know. It was hard keeping this from you.”

Bakugou watched Suki closely and briefly. He could see her body shaking in what he assumed to be fear. He had caught her in an intimate moment with her significant other, someone that she felt that she had to hide from her parents. And it broke Bakugou’s heart thinking about how difficult it must have been carrying a secret so big and integral to who she was as a person.

Bakugou took a few steps forward, closing the gap between him and his daughter and he embraced her. Suki, whose eyes were still fixated on the ground, was taken aback at this sudden act. Her father, one who rarely showed any physical affection, was hugging her so tightly. “I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like having to keep this secret.”

Suki’s vision blurred as tears began to well in her eyes. She buried her face in Bakugou’s chest and she returned the embrace. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you guys,” Suki blurted out in between her sobs.

Bakugou patted her ash blonde hair down with his hand, still holding her as tight as he possibly could. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry for making you feel like you can’t be open with me. I know I can be shitty and tough on you but I’ve always wanted what’s best for you.”

Suki sniffled as she pulled away, rubbing her eyes and ridding her cheeks from the tears that had stained them. “It’s not that I felt like I couldn’t open up to you or Mom. I knew deep down that you guys would accept me regardless if I were gay or straight but I kept psyching myself out.”

Bakugou smiled softly, patting her back. “Suki, there’s nothing on this fucking Earth you could ever do to make me or your mother disappointed in you. Even if you decided to not be a hero anymore, I wouldn’t give a shit. All I want is for you to put your all into whatever it is you do and not to half ass anything.”

Suki smiled sheepishly. “Thanks, Dad.” Bakugou knelt down and grabbed Suki’s bike, wheeling it over to his car as he put it in the trunk. 

“So am I off the hook for sneaking out?” Suki asked, hoping to hear the answer she wanted to hear as she walked over to the passenger side of the vehicle.

“Fuck no. You’re still in trouble,” Bakugou stated simply in which Suki sighed, not surprised at the answer. “Now you don’t have to sneak out to see your girlfriend, at least.” The two entered the car and Bakugou turned the vehicle on as he turned it around to head back home. 

“Can I invite Yui over for dinner sometime?” Suki asked, looking at her father expectantly.

“Yeah. You gotta explain to your Mom what happened. She’s at home thinking you got kidnapped.” The two laughed as they made their way back home to you.

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knot happening (part two) — bnha, alpha!bakugou katsuki x f!reader, aged up characters, established relationship, a/b/o dynamics, use of "baby", "pipsqueak", "brat", "little shit" as pet names, dubious HR ethics, questionable sex toys, reader wears a skirt at the end, smut, creampies, oral sex, knotting, omegaverse!au for the spring fever collab run by @lorelune ! 10k words lmao

part one

your new company has some interesting policies for employee heat cycles, but your boyfriend and mate has no intention of letting you off easy

It starts with cravings.

All of Bakugou Katsuki's well intentioned efforts to keep you from dying of malnutrition or scurvy fly out the window as you enter your pre-heat. Your Pro Hero boyfriend and mate turns his nose up at the strawberry pocky you crunch on the couch, rolls his eyes at the cherry and dark chocolate chip ice cream you scoop after dinner, and pouts at the mango and sticky rice cups you devour after work.

"It all has fruit in it," you point out. "And besides, you always steal half my daifuku mochi before I can finish it. Complain about that, you thief!"

Katsuki, to his credit, retaliates by making your favorite veggie-laden meals for the cute bentos he puts together for your lunches. You pop open the container and you're greeted by stupidly cute penguins crafted from seaweed and rice, mushrooms and bell peppers nestled next to perfect rolled egg omelettes, carrots cut into little stars and cucumbers that look like clouds.

You take a photo of your lunch and send it to your boyfriend. He texts back "?????" and you frown at your phone.

Katsuki calls a moment later. "Don't tell me you're suddenly allergic to cucumbers."

His voice is rough and low — he must be in the office, if the distant chatter of his fellow heroes is anything to go by — but he's probably turned off into a side hallway because Eijiro's teasing has lately turned into casual remarks about marriage, and… yeah, of course Katsuki's gonna marry you, but he doesn't need his best friend to bring it up every time he's on the phone with you.

"I might be allergic to how cute these are," you say, but there's laughter in your voice and he scrunches his nose, so pleased he can feel the tips of his ears heat up. "How am I supposed to eat this?! This poor rice penguin has never done anything wrong in its life!"

Katsuki snorts quietly into his gloved hand. "D'you want me to make your food look ugly next time?"

You beam down at your bento and kick your feet beneath your desk. "Thanks for making me lunch, loverboy."

"Can't have you dyin' while I'm fuckin' you dumb," Katsuki's already low voice gets lower. The rough timbre of it so intimately in your ear sends a thread of desire straight to your core and you shift uncomfortably, glancing around your office. Luckily, it's empty — everyone's out for lunch because it's such a beautiful spring day, but you forgot to take your allergy medicine and you don't want to tempt disaster. "Leaving you in bed this morning was a crime."

"H-huh?" you set your feet on the ground and sit up a little straighter. "Babe, shut up. What if someone overhears you!"

"Then they'd be too damn close to you and I'll need to punch their lights out," Katsuki states matter of factly.

"So protective," you tease, settling back into your seat. He's trying to rile you up — he knows what his low tone does to you — but you're going to make it through your pre-heat without alerting your company even if it kills you. "I'll see you later, 'kay? Kick some ass, baby."

Your boyfriend mumbles something that sounds suspiciously cheesy before he hangs up, and you eat your lunch with gusto. It's day two of your pre-heat and so far it seems like nobody can tell. Your cravings are easy to pass off as a strong sweet tooth, and Katsuki's patrol schedule has kept him away from picking you up after work. You slapped a pheromone suppressor on your neck this morning and then styled up your business casual outfit with a loose silk scarf, so it should be… fine.

Your phone vibrates with a text and you swipe it open without thinking. The sound that leaves your mouth at the sight that greets you is unholy and you slam your phone facedown on your desk.

What the fuck.

"…You alright there, newbie?" Akane from Sales pauses in the act of draping her jacket over her chair. "Did you get a spam call?"

"Just peachy!" you croak out. You clear your throat as more of your coworkers file back in from their lunch break. "I thought I saw a bug, that's all!"

More like a closeup photo of your boyfriend's bulge in his hero suit, clearly stiff and straining hard against the heat resistant fabric, his easily recognizable gloved hand dangerously close to palming the thick outline —

Akane makes a funny face. "And you smashed it with your phone?"

"It was just instinct," you say sheepishly, "I'm fine with bugs where they belong, and they don't belong on my desk!"

Akane and your other coworkers nod at this and the conversation shifts, so you take advantage of everyone's inattention to pick your phone back up. You do it gingerly, as if there really is a bug squished underneath, but really you're just trying not to accidentally flash Pro Hero Dynamight's crotch shot to the world.

You can see the headlines now:

"Pro Hero Dynamight Ready to Blow!"

"Dynamight Explodes Up to the Top Ten Sexiest Pro Heroes with Infamous Shot!"

"Is the Great Explosion Murder God Packing the Heat?"

Katsuki's PR team would kill you. You quickly slide your phone beneath your desk and swipe away from your texts, breathing a sigh of relief when the (annoyingly tasteful) shot disappears from your screen.

Your phone vibrates with texts the rest of the day. No more photos (you can't tell if you should be grateful or mournful about this) but judging from the text previews you hastily swipe away on your screen, Katsuki's clearly out to get you. He seemed normal this morning — his lips brushed your cheek gently as you drew the blankets up to your chin — so what is his problem?

You finally get a chance to read his texts while waiting for your train at the station. Your eyes widen as you scroll through the messages — they're filled with his typical profanity, but he's practically written an instruction manual on all the ways he's imagined fucking you today. Your hand rises unwittingly to your pheromone suppressor patch. Maybe you should wear it at night, too, so he won't get so worked up? Though you kind of doubt it's working at all, since reading his texts is making you shift where you stand, heat pooling in your core.

The station is crowded with evening commuters — packs of students giggling and chattering among themselves, other tired office workers tapping away at their phones, little kids holding hands so they won't get separated — and nobody is paying you any mind. Maybe your suppressors are working after all? Wait — are they supposed to keep your pre-heat pheromones from leaking out or in?

Your ears perk as the pleasant tone signaling the arrival of your train jingles through the crowd. It's a quick ride three stops down to your apartment, which is one stop away from Katsuki's agency Ground Zero. When the two of you were looking for a place together, Katsuki insisted that it be just outside of his patrol range — close enough for him to get there quickly, but far enough that he would be able to actually relax at home. You can hear the familiar sound of a knife meeting a cutting board while you toe off your shoes in the genkan, lifting your nose to the air as the comforting smell of rice cooking wafts towards you.

"I'm home!" you call out, bypassing the kitchen to strip out of your work clothes. You sigh with relief as you toss your pants into the laundry basket, dragging one of Katsuki's well-worn hoodies over your head and tugging a pair of his workout shorts up your hips. They smell like him — smoky and rich and a little bit sweet — and you burrow into the comfort with a hum of pleasure.

The sizzle and crack of veggies and rice hitting the pan fill the air as you make your way into the kitchen. You follow your nose and ears happily, mouth already watering at the thought of eating more of Katsuki's cooking, but you stop dead at the entrance and make a funny strangled sound.

Asshole. Is he doing this on purpose? He's totally doing this on purpose.

"Welcome home," Katsuki says, rising from a crouch to his full, intimidating height and giving the pan another flick of his wrist. Sometimes you forget how broad your Pro Hero boyfriend is, but it's abundantly clear when he's standing in front of the stove shirtless like some kind of wet dream. He barely gives you a once over, just a casual glance of red that sends heat rushing to your cheeks before he turns his attention back to the stove.

You know — and you know he knows — that certain instincts flare up with your pre-heat. Everyone has different symptoms. The food cravings are one thing, for you, but they're manageable and easy to pass off as unrelated. Wanting to be covered in your mate's scent is another thing entirely, and while it's a relatively common symptom, it never fails to embarrass you, especially because you know how much Katsuki secretly likes it.

"What're you making?" you ask. Katsuki keeps his eyes on his pan, so you take the opportunity to ogle him freely, admiring the strong set of his shoulders and the firm lines of back muscle on full display. Stupid Katsuki with his stupid workouts making him look like a goddamn god. From your position at the kitchen entrance, you're close enough to see the pale scars crisscrossing his skin and the way the edge of his lips lift in a smug, self-satisfied smirk as he catches you checking him out. He's easily the hottest man you've ever seen in your life.

"Chicken fried rice," he says, snapping you out of your blatant stare. "It's almost done."

"You're telling me a chicken fried this rice?" you joke, grinning widely when Katsuki snorts and rolls his eyes at you. "Here, lemme set the table."

The two of you prepare for dinner companionably, though Katsuki definitely hovers more than usual. You can't help but lean back into his firm (and very naked) chest as he stands behind you while you reach up for plates, his hands heavy on your hips to help you balance. He also sets your plate piled high with fried rice next to his own at the table instead of across as usual, and when you make a questioning sound he just arches a brow expectantly.

"What? Sit and eat your fucking vegetables, pipsqueak."

"That's not my question," you giggle, accepting the seat he holds out for you. He spins it sideways easily, so that you're suddenly facing his own chair instead of the table, a casual show of strength that sends a shiver up your spine. Then he sits next to you with a grunt and immediately grabs your bare legs to drape them over his lap, forcing you to cling to his arm in surprise. "What the hell!"

"Shaddup," Katsuki mumbles, keeping a firm grip on your bare legs. "You can eat like this, right?"

You can, though you have to wiggle a bit and hold your plate in your lap. The changed angle gives you a perfect view of your boyfriend's profile, and you look at him for a moment, admiring the cut of his jawline and the slope of his nose.

"Quit starin'," he says. The pale scar along his cheek lifts when he shoots you a smug grin. "Your food's gonna get cold."

"You're the one who made me sit like this," you point out. You scratch at the side of your neck absently, but your nail catches on the suppressant patch and you pause. "Do you know if these patches are to keep the pheromones in or out?"

Katsuki takes a big bite of his fried rice and chews carefully. "Nothing's gonna stop your pre-heat from affectin' you," he says evenly. "And normally it'd keep 'em from leakin' out, but," he takes a deep breath and finally meets your eyes, "I'm your mate, so that shit doesn't work on me."

"Oh." Your voice is small even to your own ears. Katsuki's red hot gaze stays fixed on you for another long, torturous moment before he drags his attention to his food. "Is that why… you sent me a dick pic?"

Katsuki chokes on the spoonful of fried rice he just brought to his lips and his hand comes up to slap against the table. You crack a grin and pick up your own spoon. "That wasn't — wasn't a fuckin' dick pic, you perv."

"Sure looked like it to me," you say cheerfully. The fried rice is delicious and you nearly moan with satisfaction, wiggling in your seat as the flavors burst along your tongue. "It was a photo featuring the area of your body where your dick is at, so obviously, it was a dick pic!"

"Fuck off," he mumbles, shoving another spoonful into his mouth. "How was work? Anybody notice?"

"It was great," you say, "and nah, I don't think anyone noticed. I wore a scarf to hide the patch, y'know. Pretty good, huh?"

"You're a smart one," Katsuki says, and you preen under the praise. "You gonna wear a scarf the rest of the week, then?"

You shrug and wiggle your legs a little just to get Katsuki to clamp down on them with one strong arm. You flex your feet, feeling his thighs tense in turn, and eat another spoonful of dinner. "I don't think I can. It's supposed to get real hot this week and besides, I wanna… wear one of your shirts."

"Hah?" Katsuki nearly drops his spoon. "How're you gonna do that? It'll be too big for you, pipsqueak."

"I'll figure it out. I've done it before!" Your grin turns mischievous. "Want me to model for you after dinner?"

Katsuki shoots you a look. "You tryna get into my pants already, sweetheart? What happened to resisting pre-heat?"

"It's not like we'll be doing anything," you point out. "I have faith in you, babe."

Your boyfriend doesn't answer, but his hand tightens around your thigh, leaving indents in the soft give of your body. The two of you switch to safer topics, like the old ladies who ran into Katsuki on patrol (again) because they wanted to pass on their grandkids' sketches, and your new friends Akane and Shimizu who complimented your scarf. You do the dishes afterwards, but Katsuki stays glued to your back, thick arms wrapped firmly around your waist.

"I think you've got too much faith in me," Katsuki frowns, holding one of his button ups against your frame a bit later. You shed his hoodie and your shirt and bra, tossing them in the direction of the laundry basket and holding your arms out for him to dress you in his shirt. He eyes your chest openly, sending a spark of heat zipping down your spine, but slides the sleeves over your arms and helps you button it up without saying anything else.

His hands are careful as he slides the buttons home. You force yourself to breathe evenly as he crowds into your space, that smoky sweet scent filling your nose as he presses his lips to your temple and noses at your ear. His big hands with all their callouses and scars are gentle as he smooths the fabric over your shoulders, leaving a wave of warmth as he slides them around to your back to tug you closer into his embrace.

You hug him back, resting your palms against his shoulder blades and pressing into the skin there as he shifts. It's quiet as he breathes you in, his chest rising and falling against your own. Distantly you can hear trains rattling on the tracks, teenagers being rowdy in front of the nearby konbini, babies wailing for bedtime several doors down. You close your eyes and listen to Katsuki's heartbeat instead, though a furrow forms between your eyebrows as his heartbeat quickens.

"Are you… good?" you whisper.

"…'m fine."

"Okay… are you having a heart attack?"

"Don't be stupid," Katsuki snorts. "As if I'd get worked up over a lil' huggin'."

"Sure, sure," you grin up at him, smiling wider as his eyes soften at your expression. "It's not like I'm your mate or anything. It's fine if you get worked up, babe — I think you're pretty hot, too."

"Aren't you supposed to be figurin' out tomorrow's outfit?"

You detach yourself from him reluctantly, though he doesn't let you get very far, latching onto your wrist and padding along behind you as you go to peruse the closet. Katsuki pulls you into his chest again as you eye the various options. Despite favoring athletic, technical clothes — fabrics that are easy to move in at a moment's notice — he does own a wide range of clothing thanks to his various sponsorships.

"Does it ever bother you, wearing clothes with these brands associated with them?" you ask, rubbing a silky suit jacket sleeve and peering up at him.

"Nah," Katsuki shrugs. "My team's halfway decent 'bout choosin' who we partner with, so it's not a big deal."

"Should I be less sensitive about my company's branded sex toys?" Your voice is small. You turn back to the clothes so you don't have to look at him, but Katsuki presses a kiss to the back of your hair and huffs.

"If it bothers you, it bothers you," he says gruffly. "We're good, baby. You don't hafta tell your company squat. I'm still your mate no matter what."

You repeat Katsuki's words to yourself the next day, swathed in his button up shirt tucked into a pair of his trousers with the ankles rolled up, as Akane and Shimizu show you the storeroom where they keep the company branded sex toys. Everyone's email notifications had pinged this morning with the news that Kensuke in Accounting would be entering his heat soon, so your two new coworker besties had dragged you along on a mission to prepare his celebratory heat cycle package.

"Wow," you say blankly, "they really are branded."

Shimizu holds up a cock ring with your company's name emblazoned along the side. "When you're in the moment, you really don't notice the name, but I guess it is a little garish, huh?"

"It's just so… big," you say, pulling over another box. "Is the company worried we'll forget who we work for or something?"

"I think they just want to be supportive," Akane laughs, holding up a dildo that wobbles wildly in her hand. "We'll need to have our drinking party at the end of the week, I think. Kensuke-san said he'll bring his mate if it's late enough for her to make it. I guess her alpha senses get really sensitive when he's this close to heat."

"You'll come, won't you?" Shimizu asks you. She works in HR and it shows as she packs up a care basket with ease. "Most people don't bring their mates unless it's their own pre-heat party, but I'm sure everyone would love to meet yours!"

You wrinkle your nose before you can help it. The idea of alcohol and Katsuki and your coworkers sounds like a bad combination, especially when you're desperately trying to hide your own pre-heat symptoms from the company. "He doesn't really drink…"

"There'll be nonalcoholic drinks served too," Akane says. "My mate gets her panties all in a twist when I come home drunk."

"It's alright if you don't want to," Shimizu assures you. "We'll just meet him when it's time for your own pre-heat party!"

You freeze in the act of pulling out a package of anal beads where each bead seems to have one character of your company's name stamped on it, but luckily neither of them seem to notice. "Can you do me a favor, in the spirit of our new friendship?" you ask, "Could you guys please choose the toys with the least amount of branding?"

Akane and Shimizu laugh. "Aye, aye, boss!"

"We should just start prepping yours now," Akane says breezily. "That way we'll be ready when it hits you!"

"We can even give it to you early," Shimizu adds, "and I'll just mark it off in your file. You've got next week off, so maybe you can put it to good use ahead of time."

She winks and you laugh nervously, but thankfully they don't know you well enough yet to pick up on it. "That would be great, actually," you say, fidgeting with a packet of flavored lube. "I'm sure my boyfriend will love that."

There's a knock at the door as the three of you dig into boxes and sort misplaced toys into their proper shelves. Someone you vaguely recognize from the IT department pokes their head in and immediately zeroes in on you. "Ah, sorry to interrupt," they say sheepishly, glancing at the fuzzy handcuffs Shimizu is brandishing, "but it looks like your mate is here, and he says it's important."

You stare at them. "My… mate…?"

"Uh. Yes," they say, "Mr. Dynamight?"

What?

You wave goodbye to Akane and Shimizu and thank the IT person for the notice before speed-walking towards the entrance lobby of your building. The elevators always take too long, so you head for the stairs, even though it'll take you out towards the back end of the building. There's no reason for Katsuki to show up at your workplace, especially not when he should still be on patrol. He hasn't messaged you much today, either, but that's not unusual. Did something happen? Is he hurt?

Your heart is pounding so loudly in your ears that you nearly miss the gruff "whoa!" as a densely muscled arm suddenly swings out to snag you by the waist. You're lifted straight off your feet and shoved into a supply closet before you even have a chance to open your mouth and scream, but Katsuki is quick to slap a rough hand over your lips.

"Shh, it's just me, shit, sorry," he grunts, wincing as you bite his hand. "Fuck, your teeth are sharp."

"Katsuki!" You have the presence of mind to keep your voice low as you shout. He must have a reason for ambushing you in the back of your company building, so even if you don't know what's going on, you know better than to risk getting caught. "What are you doing here?"

The closet is dark, though light seeps through the bottom of the door he's shoved you against from the hallway he just caught you in. You can barely make out his deep red eyes with the lighting and his gauntlets and gloves resting on the shelf by his shoulder — everything else is cast in shadows. "I needed to see you."

"… huh?"

"I'm not losing, you got that? I'm just makin' up for yesterday."

"What're you talking ab— hey!" You back up into the door with a thunk as Katsuki leans forward, his thick arms caging you in on either side. "Bakugou Katsuki I swear on your All Might trading cards I'll knee you in the balls if you blow my cover here."

He snorts and ducks his head closer. You can feel the soft puffs of his laughter against your neck as you crane your face away, desperate to maintain the upper hand here even though his proximity is triggering something alarming between your thighs.

"Knew you'd look hot as fuck in my clothes," he mumbles, inhaling sharp along the soft skin of your neck. "You smell so fucking good, too."

"I used a strawberry lip balm today," you breathe, careful to stay pressed back against the door. Katsuki is close enough now that you can feel his chest rumble when he laughs.

He presses his lips to the hammering pulse beneath your jaw. "I'm not gonna blow your fuckin' cover," he says lowly. "I'm just gettin' a little taste."

And then he nips at your skin, mere centimeters away from your scent glands — and you moan.

Loudly.

Desperately.

Fuck him. You're sensitive this far into your pre-heat. Desire thrums through you like a plucked string and you lose your tenuous grasp on your self control. All you can think about is Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki as hormones flood your bloodstream and your subdued omega instincts rise to the surface, pheromone suppressor be damned. Your hands are in his hair before you've registered it, yanking him up to kiss you. It's a testament to Katsuki's iron will and his love for you that he lets you drag him into place, though he can't quite kiss you properly because he's smirking too hard. You bite at his lip in retaliation, but that only makes him groan low in his chest and the sound zips straight to your core.

You're so warm. Hot, even, flames of pleasure licking up your spine. You grab onto his shoulders and tremble as he shoves one hard, muscled thigh between your legs, flexing and pressing upwards until your weight rests firmly on top of him. "K-Katsuki…"

"What's the matter, baby?"

"This is so fucking unfair," you whine, tugging at him until he drags you forward by the hips. The friction is delicious and intense, even through your borrowed trousers and the thick fabric of his hero suit, and you can do nothing but hold on for your life as Katsuki guides you into riding his thigh. The easy way his biceps flex and his overwhelming strength turn your mind a little fuzzy. "Why'd you — why're you —"

"Couldn't stop thinkin' about you, brat," Katsuki grunts, pressing his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder. You bare your neck for him instinctively, presenting for him, but he tilts his face up to nip at your ear instead. "Wearin' my clothes and smellin' like me —"

"You're my mate," you gasp out, fisting his hair. "Don't I always smell a little like you?"

Katsuki laughs and stops dragging you along his thigh, shoulders shaking harder when you whimper in protest. You can feel the sharp wave of your impending orgasm recede with every rough chuckle exhaled against your skin. "You want me to keep goin'?"

"You started this, you asshole —"

"Beg for it, then."

Oh. Wait. "Fuck you," you hiss, shoving at him to let you down. He obeys easily, keeping his large hands on your waist to steady you. Desire is still humming hot in your veins, but the cold logic of your brain is working overtime to bring you back down. He's just trying to get you to lose, huh? "Did you come here just to rile me up? What's your problem?"

"Your pre-heat is gettin' to me," Katsuki says, nosing at your temple. Your already flushed body spikes with embarrassment at the tender gesture. "I didn't wanna leave you this mornin', and you were so fuckin' hot yesterday. You sure we can't just kickstart it early?"

"I thought you said you could resist me," you mumble, "what happened to that?"

"I am resistin' you."

You pull away slightly to shoot a pointed look at his body caging you against the door. You get an eyeful of his firm chest and those strong arms you love so much, which doesn't exactly help your predicament, but Katsuki just grins, sharp and beautiful even in the dim light of the closet.

"Baby, if it were up to me, I'd be balls deep in you right now," Katsuki says. Your toes curl in your shoes as you bite back a whine. "But we're tryin' to keep it a secret, yeah?"

This was a mistake. You know — you know your boyfriend has a competitive streak a mile wide, and there's no way he's going to let you walk away from calling him weak for you. Never mind that he's been behaving himself so far — letting you try on his clothes in front of him, sending dirty texts but not acting on any of them — now it seems like he's ready to fight back. Making dinner shirtless last night was definitely a small test for your own self control, but now he's breaking out the big guns by ambushing you at work.

"You're terrible," you breathe, and Katsuki just grins.

"Better get back to work, or your coworkers'll come lookin' for you."

As if your coworkers read his mind, behind you come the distinct sound of clattering footsteps going down the hall. You hear someone beyond the thin barrier of the door you're still pressed against. "Do you think Dynamight will give me his autograph?"

Katsuki meets your glare in the dim light and his grin shifts into a smirk, though his red eyes are unmistakably fond as he regards you. "I'll let you know when the coast is clear."

"You suck. You're evil. They should take away your Pro Hero license."

Your boyfriend laughs quietly and leans forward to brush his lips along your cheek. You tilt your face up into the smoky sweetness of him and manage to kiss the edge of his jaw as he pulls back. He hums with pleasure, but his smirk is still sharp as he eyes you. "Yeah, yeah. You're the one who poked the big bad alpha, you little shit."

Katsuki gets the two of you out of the supply closet and disappears before anyone in your company can corner him for an autograph. You spend a few minutes splashing water on your face in the bathroom, hurriedly trying to cool down as the lingering aftereffects of nearly getting marked race through your bloodstream. Once you deem your reflection (and raging hormones) passable, you head back upstairs and get back to work.

Or at least, you try to get back to work. The stacks of reports are less enticing to you now that you know Katsuki is really trying to get you to beg for him. It all makes sense to you now. The dirty texts and shirtless cooking were testing the waters — his way of seeing how affected you are by him, as if you haven't been mated for years at this point — and now he's ready to leverage your omega biology against you any way that he can. There's no rule saying you can't fuck during your pre-heat, but neither of you have tried thanks to the unspoken agreement that it would make this silly competition less fun.

But you really, really want to fuck him.

"Is everything alright?" Shimizu's voice snaps you out of your vivid fantasies and you blink at your reflection in the dark screen of your monitor. "Your computer's been asleep for ten minutes now. Is your mate okay?"

"O-oh, he's fine," you flush with embarrassment at getting caught slacking. "He just needed to give me something I forgot at home."

"Oh, was that all? That's so nice of him," Shimizu says. "Make sure you ask if he wants to come to the pre-heat drinking party for Kensuke-san."

"Is that really okay?" you ask. "It won't set anything off for Kensuke-san and his mate?"

"Nah. They're bound to be all over each other, anyway. We're all used to it — the drinking party is always more for everyone else to send them off with well wishes," Shimizu explains. "The company picks up the tab, too. It started out as a one-off, and we didn't think the company would keep doing it, but we're all in agreement that if the company is going to pay, then we're going to go out and play."

That… makes sense. Even in a company as supportive as this one, of course it doesn't erase the fact that you're all working under them. "Is that… what happened with the sex toys?"

"Yeah," Shimizu slides into the seat next to yours as she picks up on your interest. "At first, everyone thought it was super cringe and weird, right? Why would we want company branded toys? But it's free stuff, and even if we've got great benefits and paid time off and work isn't unbearable, it's still free stuff. Nobody passes up on the free stuff. We all need to work, so we might as well take advantage of everything the company is willing to give us!"

"And you said you don't really notice the branding…"

"I mean, honestly, you've gone through heats before, haven't you? Are you paying attention to anything besides your mate?"

You snort in agreement. "Back when Katsuki and I were figuring out our mating bond, he triggered my heat on accident and I climbed onto his lap in the middle of an izakaya. He had to help me through it in one of his friends' apartments because it was the closest he could get to a private space nearby."

The two of you ended up buying Denki a whole new mattress and bedding set to replace everything you irreparably messed up that week. His friends were gentle in their good natured ribbing, but you'd unfailingly blush any time you passed by that izakaya, and Katsuki couldn't eat there after patrols anymore without popping a boner.

"That sounds typical," Shimizu says, grinning. "I don't care about mates, myself, but I love hearing about the crazy shenanigans the bond ends up putting you through."

"Is that why there's a company-wide announcement anytime someone is about to enter their heat?" you ask. It's a little risky, bringing it up, but Shimizu is nice and clearly eager to chat on company time. "Most places just mark it as time off."

Shimizu twirls her hair around her finger as she hums in thought. "That started before I joined the company, but I think it's more like… public image? I heard it's the vice president who fully supports heats and likes buying all sorts of new toys for everyone to try out. And if we're celebrating it all so publicly, the president can't protest without looking bad!"

"That's… good," you say. You don't know what else to say to this — but thankfully Shimizu hops out of her seat and waves goodbye cheerily as a chattering group of coworkers enters the room. You try to refocus on your work, but not even a packet of chocolate dipped dried mangoes is enough to help you through more than a few reports.

Hearing about the company policies from a coworker's mouth and seeing everyone chatting excitedly about the end-of-the-week drinking party lifts your spirits. Like you told Katsuki originally, you know you'll get used to the idea of everyone knowing about your upcoming heat. It's just taken some time, and seeing how nobody treats Kensuke from Accounting any differently helps.

Now that you're feeling marginally more comfortable about the whole thing with your company, you feel like you can turn to the real task at hand: teasing your mate and winning this silly game of who can make the other beg for it first.

You skip your stop on the train ride home and hop off at the station closest to Ground Zero. Eijiro was delighted to conspire with you in sending Katsuki back to the agency a little early on his shift and the front desk receptionist lets you into the upper floors with a wide smile. If Katsuki can ambush you at work, it stands to reason that you should return the favor.

You slip into his private office and silently thank Mina for insisting on having strong frosted glass for the windows separating their offices from the cubicles of the sidekicks outside. Katsuki's office is plain overall — there's a large wooden desk with a cushy chair behind it, but otherwise it looks like a normal office space at first glance. As you walk around in it, however, you spot a few All Might collectibles, and there's an omamori hanging off of his desk lamp that you picked up for him at your first shrine visit of the year. He also has a polaroid photo of the two of you — his arm slung around your shoulders as you laughed, his free hand flipping off the camera — washi taped to the bottom of his monitor.

"The fuck're you doin' in here," Katsuki demands, striding into the room and shutting the door behind him with a slam. You jerk up in surprise. He got back a lot sooner than you expected.

"How'd you know I was here?" you ask curiously. Katsuki rolls his eyes as he begins dismantling his hero outfit, the loud clanking and clicking of his gauntlets filling the room as you walk over to help him.

"Smelled you from the station," he says. "As if I'd miss you tryin' to sneak in here."

You grin to yourself, somehow pleased that he sensed you even though he's ruined your chances of surprising him. "I just wanted to help you out," you say, trailing your hands up his arms. Katsuki raises one ash blonde eyebrow, clearly sensing your aim, but he lets you shove his hero mask up into his hair, exposing his forehead.

"Oh yeah?" His gauntlets hit the floor with a thunk and he rips off his gloves, tossing them aside as well. "Help me with what, brat?"

"Just, y'know," you bat your eyelashes up at him just to make him crack a sharp grin, "returning the favor from earlier today."

You kiss him first, a deep, melting kiss that makes your knees go a little weak even though you're the one initiating it. Katsuki's eyes narrow as you sink to your knees, but he doesn't stop you as you palm at his already hard erection through the fabric of his hero suit. "Oi, don't start something if you're not gonna finish it."

"I just want a little taste," you say, grinning as he glares down at you for throwing his words from earlier back at him. You hurry to unbutton and unzip his pants, dragging it down his hips and catching on his thick thighs as his cock springs free. He's leaking at the tip, pearly white and oozing, and he groans when you lick your lips at the sight.

"Fuckin'… don't stare at it."

You tsk. "So impatient." Katsuki threads his fingers through your hair gently as you lean forward to press your tongue against the slit, sliding his cock into your mouth with a wet suck. His hips jerk forward as he grunts, but his hand is endlessly gentle in your hair.

"Motherfu— oh, that's good," he pants, tipping his head back and exposing the strong lines of his throat as he groans. You hollow your cheeks and suck his cock down, settling into a familiar rhythm of bobbing on his dick, sliding your tongue along the underside and teasing at the slit as much as you can. You keep one hand on his thigh for balance and use the other to grab the rest of his length, squeezing in tandem with your bobbing. Wet, slick sounds fill the air as you choke and drool around his cock, and the way he throbs in the heat of your mouth sends a shiver down your spine.

"Sh-shit baby, yeah, just like t-that, fuck," Katsuki moans, his husky voice cracking a little on the words. He tips his head forward to watch the way his cock disappears down your throat, thumbing at your cheek and the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. "You little — you little shit, you're gonna make me fuckin' come —"

You let go of his cock to cup at his balls, hanging heavy at the base of him, fondling them as you suck him deeper into your mouth. The strain on your throat makes you choke around him and he grunts, all of his muscles straining as he struggles not to blow his load. You choke on his cock a few more times, your omega senses singing in your veins with the thrill of pleasuring your mate, but as soon as you feel the telltale signs of his impending orgasm, you pull yourself off of him.

Katsuki nearly knocks you over. "You little — I'm gonna eat you alive you — fuck —"

You suckle at the tip of his cock, smiling up at him as he throbs concerningly in your loose grip. He huffs with the crash of his ruined orgasm and stares down at you in aggravated silence. "You want me to keep going?" you ask innocently, close enough that your lips get smeared with precum and saliva as you talk. Your voice is hoarse. "Just say the magic words, baby."

Your boyfriend seems to realize what you want a few seconds after you speak, as if it takes him a moment for his brain to comprehend full sentences. You peer up at him, blinking slowly, his cock mere centimeters from your lips as his face goes through approximately three different stages of grief.

"You're the worst," Katsuki grumbles, shoving you away and folding himself into a squat. You swipe at your face with the back of your hand, grimacing at the spit as you clean yourself up. He notices, because of course he does, and you watch with interest as Katsuki shoves himself upright to wobble to his desk. He tosses you a few tissues and pulls up his pants and boxers before crouching beside you to help you wipe your face. "The second your heat hits, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to feel your legs, you brat."

You suppress a shiver at his words and scratch at your suppressant patch, hidden beneath the high collar of your borrowed shirt. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

Katsuki laughs, a short bark that makes you grin. "I hope you're ready, loser," he says, eyeing your lips. "C'mere and give me a kiss."

You wrinkle your nose. "I have dick breath."

"Like I give a shit, pipsqueak." Katsuki nips at your lip as you smile into the kiss, holding onto his shoulders for balance and sneakily smoothing your hands over the dense muscle there. "What're you smilin' about?"

"Just feeling you up."

"Hah?" He's so pretty when he blushes, pink rising high on his cheekbones and staining the tips of his ears red. You nuzzle into his strong neck, inhaling his comforting smoky sweet scent with a sigh of relief. You can feel your omega instincts settling as his scent envelops you properly. Katsuki seems to feel it, too, nudging into your hair and wrapping strong arms around you to keep you close.

After a moment, your legs start to cramp up from the awkward position, so the two of you clamber back up to your feet. Katsuki keeps a firm grip around your arm as you wiggle the feeling back into your toes, and you take advantage of his support to lean heavily against him. "Hey, Katsuki," you say, peering up at him sideways, "when did you steal my fruit themed washi tape?"

"I didn't steal it," he says. You arch an eyebrow. "I just borrowed it." You blink up at him. "Quit fuckin' starin'. It reminds me of you."

Oh. Your heart does a funny little flutter in your chest, which is a little ridiculous considering how long you've been together and the fact that he's literally your mate, but you let the feeling wash over you anyway and beam up at him. "I love you, too."

Katsuki's expression promptly freezes before he rolls his eyes, but his smile is soft. "Let's go already. It's gettin' late."

He holds your hand on the walk to the train station and acts as your wall against the crush of evening commuters. You're clingy — tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie, slipping your fingers through the belt loops of his pants — but Katsuki indulges you, clearly feeling the effects of your pre-heat just as much as you are.

Dinner is a comfortable, teasing affair. You bury your nose into the strong lines of his back as he cooks, pinching the skin of his stomach whenever he makes a snarky remark. He asks about your day and makes you laugh while recounting one of the old ladies on his patrol route who's taken to giving him pointers about how to make cuter bentos.

"You could learn a thing or two from her," you giggle, breathing in deeply.

"Watch it, brat, or I'm puttin' those rice penguins in jail."

The two of you refrain from riling each other up the rest of the night, sinking into the other aspects of your pre-heat instead. He watches with a wrinkled nose as you down a strawberry sando picked up from the konbini after dinner, but he lets you pat your night cream onto his skin and nuzzles your neck while you're tending to your own nightly skincare routine. Katsuki keeps a heavy arm around your shoulders as you tuck yourself into his side, throwing a leg over his thighs as he settles into bed with you.

This is your favorite part of the day — listening to the steady thump of his heart with his scent all around you, teasing him and feeling the low rumble of his voice as he snarks back, running the pads of your fingers over the scars crossing his chest idly and basking in the safety and security of Bakugou Katsuki being in your arms. It's always nice when you can fall asleep with him, when he isn't holed up in his office poring over mission reports or out on the streets taking down villains. You know he'll never say it out loud, but he always kisses you before leaving for patrol in the early mornings, always tucks the blankets back up to your chin to keep out the pre-dawn chill. He has spans of time where he's out more often than not working on taking down big missions, but he always comes back to you.

And with your heat approaching quickly, he starts pawning off his later patrols in order to pick you up from work. This is something like torture for you, personally, because he always smells so fucking good and looks so hot all rumpled and cozy in his post-work clothes. Katsuki makes a funny sound in the back of his throat when you greet him with a hug, slipping his hands a little lower than normal to squeeze your ass and smirking when you squeak and rip yourself away from him.

Luckily he's agreed to meet you a few blocks away from your company building, so you can escape before any of your coworkers notice the two of you. Katsuki gets handsy the closer you get to your heat, but he doesn't push it any further than blatant groping when you pass by him at home, so you retaliate by feeling him up whenever possible. You have no idea if blue balling him at work earlier in the week put the two of you in a stalemate, but you keep your guard up anyway and play by his unspoken rules to keep it to touching only.

It sucks, though.

Every touch makes you shiver; every graze of his lips makes you warm. You can feel the deep, intrinsic ache of your heat simmering just below the surface, the wellspring of desire thrumming through your veins. You're tense — Akane and Shimizu cajole you into fancy beverage breaks because they think you're stressing out too much about work — but your omega senses quiver like a roiling sea being brought to boil, only partially satiated by Katsuki's frequent touches and attention.

It all comes to a head at Kensuke's pre-heat party. Honestly, you should've begged off, but you didn't want to draw suspicion and everyone kept saying how they wanted to meet your mate. Kensuke himself brings along a Dynamight t-shirt in the hopes of a signature, which is just so cute you can't bring yourself to ditch the party.

"Congrats and good luck with your heat," you beam, toasting with Kensuke and his mate, a very pretty brunette who keeps her hand firmly around Kensuke's arm. She gives you a grin and a wink.

"Thanks," she says, "though we shouldn't need it. Ken-chan and I are old hats at this now."

"Your mate's scent is pretty strong, huh?" Kensuke says, tilting his nose up in spite of the grilled skewers being handed around. "It's almost like you're the one in pre-heat with how overpowering his scent is over yours."

"Haha," you swipe a skewer and pretend to be intensely interested in the slightly charred yakiniku. "You're probably just confusing my scent since you're in pre-heat, Kensuke-san!"

"Hm, I guess so," he says easily. His expression suddenly perks up, but you don't need to turn to see why. Every hair on your body raises as that comforting, overwhelming, smoky sweet scent washes over you. "Oh look! It's really Dynamight!"

Fuck.

You feel his red hot stare burrowing into you, and you know without a doubt that he's caught the way you've tensed up. You can feel your nipples perk against the silk fabric of your shirt, straining through your bra, and your panties get undeniably damp as his gaze drags along your form. You feel warm, warmer than you should be in this partially outdoor izakaya, and the air suddenly feels stifling, like you're swimming in smoke.

Katsuki's hand is heavy on your shoulder. You feel his touch like a brand, searing straight through your meager defenses, a spark that flickers as it drifts down to the well of your desire. You know — you know that once it catches, once it alights — you're both screwed.

"Hey, babe," you chirp, leaning into his arm as if your entire body isn't thrumming with want. "This is Kensuke-san and his mate! He brought one of your shirts — would you pretty please sign it?"

Katsuki's red eyes flash as he nods. To everyone else at the party, he probably looks normal. Just a regular Pro Hero alpha, strong and exuding power, all dense muscle and grace and skill, little sparks flying from his hands as he adds a tiny explosion smudge to the end of his signature on Kensuke's merch shirt. The guest of honor and his mate thank Katsuki profusely, and you take advantage of their distraction to slide away towards the bathrooms inside the izakaya proper.

This isn't good. You need to figure out how to get out without anyone noticing that Katsuki's been eye-fucking you since he got here, and then you need to bolt home so you can collapse into your heat in peace. One more touch from your mate and you'll probably drop right into it, but there's no way Katsuki will be able to keep his hands off you tonight.

You press yourself flat against the concrete wall in the hallway for the bathrooms, heart hammering in your chest. Forget worrying about your company's pre-heat shenanigans — you have a new fear unlocked: going into heat at a party full of coworkers.

"Whoa, hey!" Akane's a little louder than usual, a little wobblier on her feet. "The bathrooms are here, yeah?"

You manage to laugh, though there's a pitch of desperation in it that she thankfully doesn't notice. "Yup, they're right here! I just needed a breather. Hey, what happened to sticking to the nonalcoholic stuff?"

"Aw, yeah, I'm having those next," Akane flaps her hand at you breezily. "I'll sober up before I get home! Don't worry your pretty little head 'bout me! Hey, have I ever told you how nice your skin looks? Like, whoaaa."

This makes you giggle. "Do you need help in the bathroom?"

"Nope!" She shoots you a thumbs up. "See ya soon!"

You watch with amusement as she stumbles into the bathroom, but she doesn't hit anything on her way inside, so you lean back against the wall again and take a deep breath. You're aching — a deep, insistent pulse throbbing between your legs as a rich smoky caramel scent tickles at your instincts. Oh, shit.

You barely manage step away from the wall when suddenly Katsuki's there, looming big and broad and setting off every alarm bell ringing in your head. He eyes you with a flinty glare that's more black than red for a moment before he huffs and grabs your hand.

"Uh —"

"Zip it or I'll fuck you right here," Katsuki grits out. Oh, god. Your panties are sticking to your folds, tacky and damp, and you bite back a whimper as he pulls you along. His hand is warm around yours, and even though he's tugging you towards the back entrance of the izakaya, he never moves too quickly for you to keep up.

The two of you burst out into the back alleyway and Katsuki spares a quick glance around before he's on you.

He keeps a hand on the back of your head as he slams you into the dirty brick wall, shielding you even as he wrenches your waist towards him to grind his incriminatingly hard length against you. He kisses you like he wants to eat you alive, wiping out all coherent thought in your brain as your senses strain towards him. "You're gonna kill me," he grunts. You whimper into the kiss and clutch at his shoulders for dear life as he licks into your mouth, filthy and wet, swallowing down your pitched moans as he rocks his clothed cock against your center.

"What d'you want? Fingers or mouth?"

Your eyelashes flutter open in confusion. Your mind feels hazy, lost in the smoky sweetness of your mate, your focus entirely zeroed in on the throbbing of your pussy as Katsuki swears low beneath the clattering of the izakaya door opening.

"Wh— whoops!" the voice sounds familiar, but you can't quite place it. You blearily try to turn your head towards the sound, but Katsuki anchors you closer to him, covering you with his broad shoulders. "I was just — oh! You two should head home! I'll let everyone know you had an emergency!"

The roar of the crowds inside the izakaya rises in volume again before the door clangs shut. Katsuki picks you up before you can figure out what's happening, a strong hand tucking beneath your thighs as you cling to his neck. "Hold on tight."

"What're you— Katsuki, what the fuck!?" The loud, snapping, popping sound of explosions echo in the night before you're suddenly shooting straight into the sky, air rushing past you like you're flying. You tuck your face into his neck and swallow down an aborted scream, because, well — you are flying, propelled through the city skyline by Katsuki's explosive power.

Your boyfriend laughs. The shaking of his chest is familiar, at least, and you concentrate on that and the strong, sweet scent of his scent gland right beneath your lips. It would be downright disastrous for you to bite him now, while you're soaring through the city leaving fireworks in your wake, but you can't help kissing and sucking at the skin of his neck and shoulder as your body shivers with want.

There's a thud as he lands heavily and then a muttered curse before the tinkle of glass meeting concrete filters into your ears. You take a peek and catch sight of your apartment's balcony curtains fluttering in the wind, but the perspective is all wrong — why're you looking in as if you're —

"Katsuki," you pinch one of his strong shoulders, "did you just break into our apartment?"

"I'll get the glass replaced next week," Katsuki says, stepping inside and kicking off his boots. You're shivering, hot, feverish. He's warm, too — as usual — but sweat beads across his brow and you know you're close. "Bed, now. Or all our neighbors'll hear you screamin' my name."

Katsuki doesn't put you down. He carries you in a princess hold, the hand supporting your back smelling like smoke and soot, and he kicks the bedroom door shut with one socked foot. "Katsuki, Katsuki," he mocks, and suddenly you realize you've been chanting his name, fingers clenching tight to the hairs on the back of his head. "What d'you want, baby? Fingers or mouth?"

"I want you —"

His laugh is rough, a tortured sound spilling from his lips as he drops you on the bed and immediately kneels between your legs. Your breath catches in your throat as he slides your shoes off and tosses them aside. You lean up on your elbows to watch, wide eyed and breathless, as he trails his lips along the bare skin of your calf, hiking your skirt up with every beat of your heart. "I want you, too," he mutters, pupils blown wide with lust, his smirk pressing into your thigh. "But answer the question."

Your body thrums with anticipation. You can feel your heartbeat in your core like a siren song. "Katsuki, please —"

Katsuki snaps. A loud riiip tears through the air as he tosses aside the ruined fabric of your panties and then he's on you, his tongue licking dirty and insistent through your folds. You choke on a moan, hips canting into the air as pleasure sparks in your synapses, chasing the feeling as he eats you out like a man starved.

"Katsuki, Ka— nghh, Katsuki, please —"

Your boyfriend swirls his tongue around your clit and you nearly sob as you clench around nothing, your inner walls spasming with your near orgasm. Your thighs are tense, locked tight around his head. Katsuki doesn't seem to mind, lapping at your slick and groaning into your warmth, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs to hold you down.

Distantly you hear yourself whimpering and whining, but Katsuki continues to torture you, bringing you to the brink and pulling back as soon as you start to spasm. Somewhere in the depths of your mind you know there's a way to get him to — to fuck you properly —

You release the blanket you've been twisting in a death grip and scrabble for the pheromone patch on your neck. It takes a few tries as you pant helplessly, your fingers sliding off your sweaty skin, but as soon as your nail digs under the edge you rip it off and drown.

"Haah, fuck you —"

Katsuki rips himself away from your fluttering pussy with a groan and shoves his pants down awkwardly, the thick fabric catching on his thighs but low enough that his cock springs free. You whine at the sight, reaching for him, and he huffs out a laugh as he clambers over you. "You asked for it," he warns, but his voice cracks as the tip of his cock nudges against your wet folds.

"Oh, god, please please please. In," you grab at his arms and tilt your hips up, "Please get inside me."

"Fucking — hell —" Katsuki groans as he pushes inside, but his self control is at an all time low. He doesn't want to hurt you, but you're so wet and warm and your velvety walls are practically squeezing him in a vice grip.

He shoves every hard inch of his cock into you with a grunt, kissing you hard as you fall off the edge into bliss.

White. Sparks. It takes you a moment to come back to your senses, a moan punching through your chest as Katsuki pants into your neck. "Fuck."

"Yeah?" He rolls his hips and you whine at the sensation of being stuffed full of his cock, wiggling as best as you can beneath him. His skin is sweaty and sticky against yours, and you realize pulled his own shirt off. He's shoved your borrowed shirt up and off so that you're nearly naked, and out of the corner of your eye you spot your bra dangling from the doorknob where he tossed it away.

"Katsuki, c'mon, move," you plead. He digs his elbows into the mattress on either side of your head and rolls his hips again, dragging every rock solid inch of him against your insides. You clench around him, sparks skittering up your veins as he bullies his way back in, and then he's gone.

Katsuki fucks you into the mattress. You can barely string together a sentence, holding onto his arms as he shoves himself deep with every thrust. The overpowering scent of him fills the air along with the smell of sex and sweat and your choked off moans. You cling to him as best as you can, tilting your neck up as an offering as his thrusts get deeper and harder, crying out when he reaches to rest your legs on his shoulders, ankles dangling by his head as the changed angle lets his cock kiss a spot inside you that makes you sob.

"Oh, oh, Katsuki, fuck please I need you I want you please please please —"

"I — I got you," he grunts, "just fucking — hah you've gotta —"

"Oh I'm gonna cum, I'm — Katsuki I'm gonna cum!"

Katsuki growls as you leap off the edge again, pressing a strangely sweet kiss to your lips before leaning down further and licking along the side of your neck. You barely have a moment to register what he's doing before his body locks up and he bites you, marking you as his cock spurts and kicks inside you.

"Oh, fuck —"

The heady rush of pheromones sends you spinning dizzily higher, a pleasure so intense lighting up your nerves you nearly black out. Distantly you can still feel Katsuki cumming, thick ropes of white painting your insides as he rocks his hips in tiny, incessant motions against you. He lets go of your neck with a grunt. And then you feel it.

"Ah. Ah." The swell of his knot is thick and alarming, but you force yourself not to tense as he locks up with you. The overwhelming feeling sends your nerves buzzing and you tilt your head to kiss him, languid and sweet.

"How's it?" he asks, breaking the kiss just to press his sweaty forehead against yours. You meet his deep red eyes and brush a kiss along the pink swell of his cheekbones. "I didn't hurt you?"

"I'm fine," you sigh. Your heart is still thumping like a drum in your chest, but Katsuki is warm and solid and unyielding around and inside you. You're so full. You nuzzle into the neck of your mate. "You're lucky I'm so damn bendy."

The first knot is always the most lucid, the relief of sliding into heat lending clarity to both of your senses before dissolving into a messy, incoherent sex fest. By the end of the cycle you'll have lost track of how many times and how many ways Katsuki takes you — though you know he's fond of the shower and he used to like propping you up against the balcony doors…

"Did you really break the balcony door?" you ask suddenly, disrupting Katsuki's careful kiss to your jaw. Your boyfriend snorts, slowly sliding your legs off his shoulders and wincing lightly as his knot jostles inside you.

"If I had to go through the apartment I would've taken you in the goddamn elevator."

"Oh." You wince as his knot slips slightly. Another thought leaps unbidden to the front of your mind. "Who was that at the izakaya?"

Katsuki shrugs. "Some chick. The one you were helpin' to the bathroom."

Your brain still feels fuzzy with endorphins and the afterglow of white hot pleasure, so it takes you a moment longer to figure out who he's talking about. You groan. "Oh, no… not Akane…"

"She said she'd take care of it," Katsuki assures you, nosing along your neck. "And 'sides, that's not what you should be worried 'bout."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh? And what's that?"

The grin Katsuki shoots you is shit-eating and terribly, annoyingly endearing.

"You begged for it first."

A few days later, while Katsuki heats up some premade food so neither of you die of malnutrition, you finally remember to turn on your phone. It pings! with notifications, but one flagged as "important" catches your eye.

Shimizu: Hey friend, hope your heat's going well! I've sent along your company care package to be delivered to your apartment, and once you get back we'll have a post heat drinking party for you! I also sent out your pre-heat company-wide congratulations email a few days ago, but don't worry, I'll send it out earlier next time so we can celebrate you properly!

Katsuki pokes his head into the bedroom at your loud groan, two plates piled high with food balancing on his strong forearms.

"What's the matter, pipsqueak?"

"Did we get a delivery?" you ask. Katsuki sets the plates down on the bed beside you and disappears for a moment, but then you hear a loud bark of laughter and he reappears with a large box. "Oh, no. Don't tell me…"

Katsuki reaches in and whips out a dildo with your company's name stamped along the base. "They found out?"

"I'm gonna die," you say. "I can never face any of them ever again."

"So dramatic," Katsuki snorts, setting the box down. He braces his hands on either side of your thighs as he leans down to kiss you. "Wanna see which one makes you beg hardest?"

"We are not using those toys, Katsuki!"

"We'll see how you feel when I've got you beggin' for me again."

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CHANGE OF HEART [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader] PART THREE

Of all the possible reactions Katsuki could have expected from you after telling you he loved you — this was not one of them. You just…stared at him. Not even a flicker of emotion crossed your face as he told you. You could at least scream at him, hit him, kick him out of your house for displaying such behaviors as he had in the last 12 hours, yell at him and tell him all those things you must really think of him. Or you could hold him like you did last night in bed, whispering sweet things in his ear as he laid his head on your chest to calm him down, kiss him and tell him that you loved him too. It would be your first kiss with him if you did.

He missed a lot of firsts that the two of you could have had if he hadn’t been such a stubborn teenager. Your first kiss when to some girl in the technical department at UA, that was 9 months (not that he was keeping track) after he rejected you and all he remembered about that day was the omega in him wallowing in grief when he heard about it from Denki. He shifted nervously from foot to foot.

“Bakugo” you spoke softly, your face finally tuning into some sort of emotion - pity. Your eyebrows scrunched together. No - no please don’t look at him this way. Please, don’t tell him no. “You don’t love me.” He was confused - he had to be. This was the same man who slammed his door in your face with no remorse after spitting your feeling back in your face. You weren’t good enough. He basically said it.

“Yes I do.” He confirmed, trying his best not to let his voice waver as he did so. He did this wrong. He shouldn’t have confessed in such a way. He needed to get you a courting gift - something as thoughtful as the one you had got him. He let his emotions get the best of him last night he should have planned this out. But you’re a good Alpha - more than that you’re a good man. One day an omega is going to come by, maybe even the one from the bar, and allow you to sweep them off their feet and it’s going to be over for him. It will be too late. “I know that I was a whirlwind of emotions last night but please, know that I do love you. I’ve loved you for years. And I miss you so goddamn much it hurts. It’s hurts me to even think of a possibility that, one day, you will be with someone who isn’t me. Please don’t dismiss my feelings like that.”

You don’t think you have ever heard Bakugou say please this many times in your entire life. The omega was frantic, hands shaking as they reached out to you, gripping the front of your shirt like it was a lifeline. Like you were gonna turn around and sprint out of your own kitchen. Tears were welling up in his eyes as he stared up at you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, shoving his face into your chest and letting out a distressed smell. “I’m sorry for rejecting you then, I’m sorry for the things I said, I’m sorry for the things I did. This is me reaching out to you now, please don’t pull away from me again.” He was full on sobbing now. You were holding up Bakugou’s in your arms to stop him from collapsing on his knees in front of you.

You didn’t know what to do, how could a random lady giving you her number trigger Katsuki like this, was it a omega thing? It didn’t matter now. What did he mean pull away? He rejected you - he didn’t want you around. He didn’t want you. You slowly backed your weight against the wall behind you - Katsuki only held on to you tighter, probably thinking your were trying to escape his grip. He whined.

He. Fucking. Whined.

Your grip on the omega tightened as you slowly slide down the wall, landing to sit on the cold tiles with him between your legs. He was spiraling. Bakugo continued to repeat “I’m sorry”s into your chest. It felt like a fever dream. Yesterday morning you hadn’t seen Bakugo in a good month - even your last interaction was a brief hello in an elevator. How long had he felt this way? Did he actually love you or was it some affect of his omega instincts because he saw competition? He said he’s always loved you. You took your right hand and gripped the base of his jaw, forcing his head up to look at you. His face was a mess of snot and tears, he looked absolutely miserable.

You peppered little kisses here and there on his face, doing your best to wipe his tears away but the just wouldn’t stop coming. You started purring. The hand that griped his jaw moved his face to the side, giving you access to his neck. There you started to scent his glands, kissing and sucking on them as you did so. The sobs from the omega in your arms started to get few and far between. God, you felt like a kid in high school again, that was the last time you had scented this man, or got to hold him in your arms. You had been so in love with him then. You still were.

You whispered in his ear, confirming what a good, strong omega you thought he was. You whisper that everything is going to be okay - even though you had a lot to talk about with each other. It took Katsuki 20 minutes in your arms for him to muster up the courage to sit up by himself. He looked at you with a red, tear stained face. His scent had turned from sour to sweet during your little session on the floor. All you did was stare at him, stroking up and down his thighs in a soothing manner as you waited for him to speak.

“Don’t leave me again.” He told you.

“I won’t.”

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A/N: Well. I guess I’m a liar because I kept telling everyone this story was finished. I couldn’t leave it on a cliff hanger like that and I wanted Bakugo to be happy. This is not edited because it’s 10:00pm and I needed to write this before my burst of energy faded. Published 3.22.23

Edited 1.15.24 DAMN THERE WERE A LOT OF TYPOS GUYS WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME.

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reader and the 1-A girls are having a girl’s night in one of their rooms and they talk about the boys and relationships. the girls ask reader if it isn’t hard dating bakugo. Bakugo kinda heard this question when he was going to get a drink and eavesdrops to your talk.

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Two Weeks Notice.

Bakugo x reader

You’ve been Dynamight’s secretary for one year, two months, six days and four hours. You’re the best secretary he’s ever had, but now you’ve given him your two weeks notice. Bakugou can’t hide his disappointment at losing you, and wonders why you’re leaving him to go and work for another hero— Pro-Hero Manual. But you can’t give him the real answer.

It’s been the best job you’ve ever had, but it’s slowly become the worst because you just can’t avoid the feelings you harbour for your boss. Working beneath him has a dull ache continuing to grow in your chest, and you’ve decided to do what you think is best for yourself and leave. So you’ve handed in your notice, but Dynamight isn’t going to let you go that easily, he’s determined to remind you why he loves you working here, and why he wants you to stay— because he’s just as in love with you.

Smitten

Bakugo x gf!reader

Summary: You know in my mind I was kinda picturing doing Chicken Shop Dates with him and other Pro-Heroes? And Bakugou sees your date/interview with Sero and he’s pouty and jealous because he wants to do one with you.

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alpha bakugou w a ddlg kink… 🫶🫶🫶

Oh darling, you’ve got no idea what you’ve done by giving me two, well actually three, of my most self indulgent topics to talk about

Warnings: omegaverse, dd/lg kink, praise kink, degradation, fem pronouns and afab reader, bladder control/piss kink, breeding kink, cockwarming and bath sex, written with chubby readers in mind

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

-I’m simply here to spread my Bakugou is a huge ass simp who spoils his s/o absolutely rotten agenda

-Alpha Bakugou is so much worse too, it’s programmed into his nature to prove himself as a good mate and provide everything they could ever need or want

-And trust me, Daddy deliverers on that

-Princess stays wanting for nothing because he keeps them in luxury and all he asks in return is she takes care of herself

-Though he’s more than happy to encourage that too

-She won’t drink her water?

-Fine here’s a cute brand new sippy cup and he expects her to drink 8 cups of water or he’ll have to punish her, but if she’s good get a nice reward

-He knows she won’t, and he’ll get to punish her for braking a rule

-And as much as he’d love to watch her ass jiggle under his hand, she’d enjoy a spanking too much

-Holding a vibrator against her clit and forcing her to try and hold both the need to pee and cum in for as long as he tells them sounds perfect

-And if they end up pissing all over themselves/ cumming before permission was given he’s gonna be so mean about cleaning them up

-“Dumb little crybaby, don’t start! You went and made a fucking mess for me to clean, maybe I should put you in diapers? Can’t be a big girl and hold it like I told you to”

-Oh but if he’s pleasantly surprised she drank everything then she gets to be eaten out until she’s all floaty and babbling nonsense at him

-He’s a lot nicer about her “accident” too

-Encouraging her to just let it out and he’ll clean it all up for her this time

-Hates bath time? Looks like Daddy has to sit his Omega on his cock and make her hold still while he washes her

-“Don’t argue with me, only good, clean girls get Daddy’s knot” “But—” “But what? You don’t want your Alpha’s fat knot in your pretty little pussy?” “I do!—” “Then shut up and let me wash your hair and then we’ll see if you deserve it”

-Sometimes though she’ll do things just to get him started

-There’s no reason for them to be wearing that tiny nightie without panties if she wasn’t trying to get him to breed her

-Speaking about the breeding aspect of their relationship though god their menaces

-There’s no inch of their apartment that he hasn’t knotted her

-The minute he discovers her trying to play with her sopping cunt in her nest instead of looking for him to plug up with his knot to keep his cum buried deep in her pussy is the minute she finds herself gagged with one of her pacis and clinging to her largest stuffed friend for dear life while Daddy breeds her relentlessly and spanks her for not telling him so he can help

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Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!reader headcanons

mildly suggestive, established relationship, jealousy, insults and mild swearing, fluff

- You two are definitely THE power couple of class 3A.

- Katsuki confessed to you randomly when you guys are just hanging out..it would just slip out in one of his insults.

"I still don't understand how the fuck I fell for such a dumbass"

- I think Katsuki would prefer a strong, stubborn and somewhat intimidating woman, someone who challenges him and doesn't let people walk all over her.

- Katsuki would definitely spoil you with gifts even if you protest... gift giving is his primary love language but he also loves giving you acts of service.

- Gym/ training dates

- In public he would appear protective and walk with his hand around your waist while glaring at ANYONE who looks at you for too long.

- In private he is far more touchy and affectionate to the point that it could be overwhelming.

- You both are equally possessive of each other but a healthy kind.

- Katsuki would definitely give you clothes his mum got during one of her shoots if you like fashion or dressing up

- Katsuki is the type of guy to brag about how "badass my girl is" to the rest of the Bakusquad constantly.

- He is HELLA competitive so if you talk about anything one of your friends s/o did for them Katsuki will ALWAYS try to one up them (especially if your friend is going out with Deku)

- Thigh and Ass man 100%. Any chance he gets to touch your Thighs or Ass he will take it....He also randomly slaps your ass playfully.

- He would do small things behind your back to make you annoyed such as hiding something small just so he can conveniently find it for you and get showered in kisses and praise.

-You two have definitely made out just after eating spicy ramen more than once.

- Katsuki would probably like women who wear mostly black or monochrome.

- I think he is a metal head primarily but can enjoy music from any genre. so you two share an extremely diverse playlist.

- Katsuki likes it when you sit on his lap facing him while he plays the drums

- You both like going on hikes together on weekends and he will definitely cook you guys food for when you reach the summit.

-Katsuki secretly loves it when he is little spoon while cuddling, He trusts you enough to show vulnerability.

- Nicknames wise he would call you Babe, Dumbass, Sexy and Stupid.

- I don't think Katsuki would suddenly go super soft because of you or baby you...he is still as much of a stubborn brute now as he was before you two start dating, however he is much more of a tough love kind of man.

- He would support your ambitions and you no matter what as you do with him

- You guys frequently spar together at night which often leads to heated makes out sessions.

- On the down low, you are both intimate A LOT.

- If you ever need help with anything all you need to say to him is "please help me, katsuki" and he will immediately be there for you.

- Katsuki pays close attention to what you like, such as if you are a gold jewellery or silver jewellery girly, what food you like etc

- He internally gets super jealous whenever he see you hanging out and laughing with another guy from 3A, however he would never stop you as he likes to see you happy.

- You guys sleep over at each others dorms so often that you both find it difficult to fall asleep without each other.

- He is willing to move the earth for you just to see you smile.