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k-atsukibakugou · 3 months

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the bathrooms at house parties are really only used for one thing

pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader w/c: 4.0k warning/s: fem!reader (has a pussy, wearing makeup + skirt), established relationship, toxic relationship, cheating, alcohol mention (tipsy sex), blood/biting/marking/cutting mention, unprotected sex, degradation/name calling (not really but just in case), hair pulling, fingering (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving)

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“you know you're a terrible friend, right?” your voice was already broken, growing more and more uneven the more your chest heaved against his, your words nearly silent against the blond’s skin, painted lips planting a kiss on his before travelling down his jaw and neck to the collar of his shirt. your airy voice was just loud enough to be heard over the heavy bass music shaking the wooden door, near deafening on the other side of it, the party in full swing, whooping and cheering, and a near constant clink of beer bottles tapping together breaking through the music occasionally, the celebrations downstairs continuing as if the two of you had never been there at all.

“i am, huh? what about you? abandoning the party you set up, just for a quick fuck?” katsuki was too breathless for his mean tone to carry any of the usual bite, the words only coming across as a hushed, panted attempt at his typical bullying. it made you return an equally breathless giggle at him, pulling back from kissing his neck to stare up into his carmine eyes studying you with half-lidded, smoky eyes; your dark eyeliner smudged around them just the way he liked. leaning back on the sink to rest your back against the small mirror behind you, your eyes sparkled staring into his, mischief and lust swimming around the depths of your pupils. he couldn’t wait to have them rolling into the back of your head, exactly like they did every time you met like this, rushing, locked in cramped, darkened rooms whenever you both had a free moment, not a second thought for the time or place, only thinking of feeling one another.

even here, your game of kings cup and bursts of dancing cut short when your eyes met his ruby red ones across the hall the moment he walked through the door, only breaking the intense contact to answer a heavy tap on your shoulder; the birthday boy tilting your chin up for your punishment drink, the cup half full of random splashes of everyone's alcohol; your’s and eijiro’s hard lemonade, ochako’s gin and tonic, momo’s prosecco and jirou’s fruity vodka, and you thought you could taste juuuust taste the beer denki dug out too. eijiro flashed his sharp white teeth down at you in a lopsided grin when you dipped your head back further and opened your mouth, your eyes locked up into his scarlet ones as you tried your hardest not to choke on the gross mixture of the drinks, cheering with high fives, whistling and whooping with everyone when you swallowed it with a sour face, missing the way katsuki’s scarlet eyes tracked a stray droplet of the liquid down your jaw, to your neck, to your chest before it disappeared into your neckline.

while you were celebrating, receiving a boyish slap on the back from hanta, katsuki was still surveying you, only pulled from his focus on you by his friends shoving him in greeting, dragging the fashionably late blond into the kitchen, denki passing him a can while mina handed him a fresh cup, pressuring him to catch up before you could even get in a greeting. katsuki had already downed half the cup by the time the redhead let go of your jaw to greet his final friend to arrive. you wiped your chin, catching any last stray drops from the foul drink with your finger, sucking into your mouth, your heart jumping to your throat catching his gaze once more, cherry red eyes locking to your lips over the rim of the plastic cup, stormy pupils glued to your dark lips wrapped around your finger.

not even an hour after he showed up, here you were: your skirt hiked up around your hips and your hair mussed while your heartbeat thrummed under the skin of your throat against his soft lips, the centre of them stained red from whatever he was drinking before pulling you in here, the empty cup abandoned on the edge of your sink beside your own, both of you preoccupied with exploring hands under shirts, lips and teeth clashing, both of you trying to take everything you needed from each other; desperate to feel his hot skin against yours already, one kiss from him already getting your breath hitching in the back of your throat, your blood burning hot with need.

“oh please, you know that is nowhere near what you’re doing, this has to be some kind of record, you couldn’t even wait, what? a week?” you teased, catching the way his eyes flashed a shade darker in the mirror ahead of you when he spun you around, a threatening squeeze of his rounded fingernails into the fat of your hips and the sharp point of his canines serving as a warning to shut your mouth before he’d do it for you. you were right, he knew it, but he also knew you weren’t much better, maybe even worse, parading around in the shortest skirt he knew you owned; he could picture you clear as day digging through all of them for this one, picking it for the way it hugged your figure, for the ease katsuki would hike it high on your hips to leave your thighs on display, so little of the fabric covering you he hardly even needed to tug at it to admire the curve of your ass. biting your lip, you submitted to his threats, not having the time you typically would to play with him, to mock his obsession with you, your addiction to each other, instead settling in more against the sink, pushing your ass back against him, “you got a condom, ‘ki?

“i’ll pull out,” his warm breath and soft lips on the side your neck reminded you of every time you’d ended up exactly like this, katsuki always determined to kiss you anywhere he could reach in the time you had, but never leaving any evidence, the same couldn’t be said for your lipstick marring his jaw, clearly this rule was being thrown to the wind tonight, dull fingertips digging into your clothed tits as his teeth latched onto your neck, finally laying his claim on your skin after nearly a year of this, letting his fingertips leave ten cute bruises on your skin beneath his hands, ignoring the way you tried to push him away from you (with next to no effort, not really wanting him to stop), whispering sternly to him, “oi.”

“shut up, no one out there is sober enough to notice.” his lips didn’t move far from the side of your throat while he gruffly responded in your ear, sliding your shirt up your stomach to expose your tits to him, hot fingertips toying with your hard nipples as his mouth moved, stormy garnet eyes watching you shiver at his unusually bold behaviour before he moved back up toward your face, nipping hard beneath your ear to force a gasp from you, “‘n i know you need it, sweetheart, need it rougher than what he gives you, i could cut you and you’d thank me. or don’t you remember when you were on your back, voice all high, beggin’ me to fuck you like a bitch in heat? use me, katsuki, that sound familiar?”

you flushed hot hearing him mock your high-pitched moaning, your mouth snapping shut, not wanting to admit you thought of it constantly, replaying his growls and deep groans in your mind when you needed to cum. when you stayed quiet, not admitting anything, he continued, one thick hand travelling up your bare navel to your chest to settle at your neck, holding your jaw like the redhead had earlier, keeping your face forward for him to stare down in the mirror, “next time you tease me like that, you’ll have handprints to try n’ explain to him.”

it wasn’t so much a threat, as it was a promise, no venom coating the words, only desperation underlying his arrogance, damn near begging you to give him a reason to make you his. you melted more into his touch hearing his voice dropping at the mention of his handprints littering your skin, giving up trying to dissect his tone, instead just revelling in his rough, impatient hands roaming your body, slipping between your thighs to stroke the slippery, sensitive skin there, the very tips of his fingers tugging at the tiny amount of fabric there. katsuki’s frenzied touches to your pussy sent electricity through your nerves, the feel of his warm hands on your more addicting than any other date could ever hope to be, his eyes far more captivating, always keeping your gaze locked on his in the mirror, your eyelashes fluttering to break the intense contact the moment his fingers sunk into your dripping cunt with a low groan.

“see, baby? you still need me, you always will.” you were too distracted to respond, to try and argue despite how wet you got looking at him, focusing on keeping your sounds of pleasure as soft as you could, making sure the music remained the most prominent sound in the house. katsuki had already let go of your face, but hypnotised by his sculpted form, you kept staring forward at his reflection, his free hand now pressing on the small of your back to keep you arched in front of him, keeping your needy cunt on display (katsuki addicted to how your body reacted to him, it didn’t tease or mock him, it never lied about how much it needed him). your pussy was the star of the show, evident by the way he toyed with you; plunging and curling his fingers deep inside you until you keened, only pulling them back to rub your clit, taking his time to warm you up, hardly needing to when you fucked him only five days ago in an unused supply closet, shelves covered in a thin layer of dust disturbed only by his handprints and your ass.

you got lost staring at him, your heart racing anytime his strong hands were on you, thinking about what he was saying with his hand around your neck; he was right of course, katsuki had always been the only one to satiate you, to scratch the itch deep inside you that no nice guy you’ve ever dated would be able to, the kind of itch only he could relieve, a frenzied fuck that had you both out and done in under thirty minutes, half of that time spent toying with each other, instead of making love for hours into the night. his thick fingers, sharp teeth, venomous words and stormy glare doing more to you than all the others before him combined, locking knowing eyes with him across a room getting you closer to cumming than some of their cocks.

“quit thinkin’ so loud.”

his words brought you back down to earth, back to focusing entirely on his body heat on your skin, one of his hands squeezing your hip so tight you were worried he’d keep his promise and leave a dark mark on your skin for days to come. attentive eyes were locked on your reflection, he waited until your mouth dropped open to spit back some bratty retort at him, certain it would’ve been dripping with attitude if he didn’t sink himself into you, cutting you off; barking out a laugh at the way your eyebrows furrowed and you immediately bit down on your bottom lip to stay quiet, he thought you looked like your eyes were about to cross like some lewd manga kaminari and sero would froth over. not even giving you a moment to adjust to him, not like you really needed it with how effortlessly he got you wet, katsuki started fucking you urgently, his hips slamming into your ass over and over again, almost as if he was suddenly aware of the time constraint you were on, someone sure to notice the pair of you missing soon enough.

hard porcelain dug into your hips, your hands gripping the edge of the sink doing little to hold your body up against the strength of katsuki’s hips pumping behind you, no concern for the way he kept pushing you forward, your head nearly bumping the mirror if not for him gripping the hair at the back of your head.

“nothin’ to say now, huh, baby? you know i’m right, he doesn’t fucking compare to how i fuck you, or you wouldn’t keep crawlin’ back.”

katsuki’s arrogance was well-deserved, even if you wouldn’t say it aloud, the barely-there brush of his calloused fingertips over your clit had you hissing, your hips bucking into his touch, demanding more. he’ll give it to you, finally giving up the cat and mouse once he was satisfied with how you sought after him, circling two fingers around your swollen clit, lust-filled eyes flashing at the surprised moan that escaped you, your palm not fast enough to cover your mouth to muffle it. your shining eyes rolled at his cockiness, now stuck back in your skull at his ministrations, drawing you closer and closer to your end while you desperately nodded your head as much as you could in his grip at his words rather than squealing out a “yes, yes, yes katsuki!” like you wanted to.

katsuki kept a tight hold on your hair, his grip close to your skull, keeping your head up while the rest of your body slumped over the sink, your chest nearly touching the mirror with how deep your back arched, only getting deeper the more you slid against the slippery porcelain of the sink. your body was entirely supported by his hand, and the sink at your hips, your arms and legs weaker and weaker the longer he fucked you, the fat of your ass rippling with every slap of his hips against them, every thrust back inside you forcing another gasp and whine from your throat, muffled as much as you could with your hand, “you’re really about to cum?”

his voice was back to being mean, low and mocking, nearly black eyes watching your face contort with his words, his rough tone like a lightning strike straight to your cunt, your muscle squeezing around his cock enough to have him following you soon after. you couldn’t even nod if you tried, the only motor skills your brain was concerned with being your hand, buried under your skirt, circling your swollen clit until you were trembling, thighs tense and your knees shaky. still with a vice-like hold over your mouth, your eyebrows furrowed in the centre, your eyes squeezing shut, your tits bouncing against the mirror.

usually he’d be watching your face in the reflection, or the way your tits were spilling out more and more with every rut of his hips, instead, his eyes were glued to the way your cunt and thighs glistened in the dim yellow-y tinted light, admiring the white ring of your cream around his cock. the sight of your cunt so wrecked had his hips stuttering in your beating cunt, having only just enough composure left to pull out of your heavenly pussy, leaving you shaking and slumped over the sink without his strength to hold you upright.

your body felt like unset jelly, your head swimming with pleasure, your body still recovering from waves of aftershocks that had you whimpering when he was muttering to you again, pulling you off the sink with strong hands, “c’mere, baby.”

delirious, you blindly let him guide you to your knees in front of him, his leaking, hard cock level with your glassy eyes, wide and cockdrunk staring up into his. without another thought, you sat up straighter on your knees, reaching a hand out to stroke his cock, wet with your cum, your eyes flicking down when you licked your lips before staring back up at him through your eyelashes, parting your glossy lips to take him eagerly into your mouth, any remaining lipstick you might’ve had after kissing him now smearing down his cock.

“shit,” he hissed when you sucked the tip of his cock into your mouth, your tongue swirling slowly with your hand wrapping around the rest of his hard length, slowly taking in more of him until your lips met your hand, whimpering around him at the taste of yourself on his skin. his hand shot to the edge of the sink when his head bumped the back of your throat, gripping the edge warmed by your skin until his knuckles were turning white. his head fell back to stare at the ceiling with bitten lips, sure if he kept looking down at your pretty face he’d cum down your throat far too fast, garnet eyes flicking down to you when you whined around him, eyebrows squeezed together, your tongue gliding over his skin clouding his mind. katsuki swore again under his breath, squeezing the sink impossibly harder, grounding himself when he pulled out of your mouth, the soft pop sound drowning out your sound of disapproval.

“stick your tongue out.” you obeyed his gruff demand, at the stage of your encounter where you were too dumb to argue anymore, your games at the very back of your mind, resigned to listening, obeying. katsuki’s eyes looked darker, menacing to the untrained eye, but you knew the black was swimming with pleasure, your kneeling form reflected in his endless pupils. his eyelashes cast shadows over his face, kissing the tops of his cheeks, the light hitting the tops of your cheekbones when you tilted your head up toward him, your mouth falling open in front of him while he jerked his wrist over his length; only thrice more until his cum was spilling from the tip to your eagerly awaiting tongue. your lips shined under the light, saliva, your own cum, and now his reflecting under the downlight; your eyes shining with something else katsuki could’t place, the sparkle swiftly replaced with your usual fucked out expression, your mouth closing around the tip of his cock, your tongue flicking over the head to savour the last of his salty taste.

about to take him further into your mouth, desperate to make him shake like he always did when you pressed your tongue to the vein running along his cock– your eyes go wide staring up at him, a gentle, irregular knock echoing in the small room, your heartbeat spiking at the dull sound, jumping away from the blond at the noise, like a child caught in the cookie jar. you sobered up immediately at the noise, your mind suddenly clear and your blood cold, your body lost in anxiety instead of the intoxicating air surrounding katsuki.

katsuki returns a fist of his own on the wall, a louder slam of his hand on the wall than the soft rap of knuckles on the door, yanking his pants back up his hips with his other hand, belt between his fingers when you scramble to your feet, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “occupied, fuck off.”

whoever interrupted you was sent stumbling down the hallway at his brash response, searching for another bathroom while you both tried to recover from the sudden adrenaline surge, katsuki sliding his belt back into place while you sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a soft laugh before turning around to face the mirror. the silver surface reflecting back your smeared makeup, looking just as debauched as you felt. with another slow, deep breath, you wiped a thumb under your plump bottom lip to clean any remnants of lipstick, cleaning yourself up as best as you could, trying to ignore katsuki shifting from foot to foot behind you while you tugged your skirt, straightening it against your thighs, trying your best to not to look like you were just fucked stupid in the upstairs bathroom of eijiro’s birthday party. katsuki looked perfectly dishevelled, his hair spiked around his head like usual, his belt done back up loosely around his hips, the accessory serving no real purpose other than to watch the way your mouth watered when he tugged it free from the loops. shaking your head, you dropped the thought of his thick fingers around the leather, instead leaning closer to the mirror when you smacked your lips together, your thoughts of him interrupted by katsuki's gravelly voice, “you should head down first.”

your gaze flicked back over to his, he looked as if nothing had changed between his arrival and now, minus his stained, swollen lips, the same couldn’t be said about you, reaching under the sink to search for your lipstick, hoping the cute tone could save you. rubbing the colour onto your lips with your ring finger, you admired the same colour still on katsuki’s jaw, running your fingers over your hair when you were satisfied, you hummed in agreement, “yeah, i’ll go get the cake ready, you’ll come down in two?”

you did a quick twirl, waiting for his approval on your state, his eyes raking over you to make sure your skirt was over your ass, your shirt back in place, and your face clean of lipstick, spit and cum.

“i look alright?”“wouldn’t fuck you if you didn’t, sweetheart.” you rolled your eyes at his teasing, like a switch for his cockiness was flicked back to on, a proud smirk painted on his face, carmine eyes already feeling like he was trying to see through your clothes to the skin beneath, a signature expression around you. he doesn’t move when you shove his shoulder, your uneven movements barely even disturbing a hair on his head when you stumble past him to exit the cramped bathroom, alcohol and adrenaline swimming in your veins making each step downstairs wobbly.

with a lasting stare down at you, mostly watching the way your hips move from side to side, vermillion eyes locked onto a single wet spot on your skirt, the patch easily explained away if anyone could see straight enough to ask you about it, he could already hear your sweet voice now excusing it, “the sink splashed back at me!”, or “ugh, i knocked my drink over when i was fixing my lipstick.”, sure your friends would believe either excuse without a second thought before realising the truth of the spot. katsuki only turns back around to face the mirror when he can’t see you anymore, roughly rubbing at the blooms of colour on the underside of his jaw. he does little more than smudge the pigment around, the colour now covering his fingers and in patchy lines than in the clean kiss marks they were when you’d first locked the door. satisfied he was as clean as he was going to get it, he turned back around, swinging open the door to follow you out.

hearing your laughter in the living room, katsuki makes his way down, sauntering down the stairs far slower than you had, turning left at the end where you swivelled right, circling around to the kitchen from behind, second nature to him at this point to cover his tracks without even needing to think about it. rounding the corner into the kitchen, katsuki’s eyes found you again, drawn to you, a need panging deep in his stomach watching your skirt swish around your thighs as you twirled around in the kitchen, spinning a final time to walk a cake over to eijiro, his name messily written in red icing underneath too many burning candles. you placed it at the head of the table, gently setting it down in front of him, the birthday boy drunk and oblivious to where you and his best friend had disappeared to for the last twenty minutes, even more oblivious to the evidence still on your skirt and low on your throat when he smiled sweetly up at you.

“happy birthday, baby, make a wish!” you plant a kiss on your boyfriends cheek, transferring your fresh lipstick in a perfect kiss stain, identical to the ones katsuki just finished ruining, eijiro slurring back his affection with a bright, lovestruck smile, “i’ve got everythin’ i need with you, baby.”

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drefear · 10 months

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Tears Don't Fall (Bullet For My Valentine)

Let's go!

Katsuki Bakugou loved his wife more than anything. More than everything. So why?

Why did he do that?

Now she was on the ground of their home, their penthouse. Being a pro hero had given him the world, but she was his world and he did everything he could for her. Gave her diamonds and lavish clothing, spa trips and vacations. And in return, she had been loyal, given him two beautiful children and a lifetime of happiness.

Why did he do that?

He had no idea, but she was broken. He had broken her. Done the worst thing he could have possibly done and gotten caught.

On a national fucking television site.

It was weeks ago, but it was just so much. A villain had targeted the school his kids went to and he didn’t get there until Midorya and Todoroki had, already working on getting survivors and victims out. He was lucky, his kids knew precautions and he had trained them on what to do, so they’d gotten out.

But Midoriya’s… they weren’t as lucky. Midoriya had three, another on the way, and his middle child had gotten stuck between a falling piece of fire and a wall.

Bakugou couldn’t stop playing Midorya’s face over and over again. He felt responsible for some reason, maybe if he’d gotten there on time then they’d have had enough hands to save all of those kids. Now he was on those stupid tubes and machines and Bakugou was crying at his desk. As he wrote the paperwork, his eyes wouldn’t stop smudging the black on his face. The only thing he wanted to do was hold his kids close at that moment. Hold his wife.

With bloodshot eyes, I watch you sleeping The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

But he was stuck in this stupid fucking office, and when the secretary knocked on the door, he lost all restraint. Grabbed the edge of the desk, he flipped it and she shrieked. He quickly regained control and slammed the door shut, knowing it wouldn’t look good if his anger got out. He’d worked too hard to get that under control since high school, he wouldn’t let it get him now.

And then she was close to him. That tiny stupid blonde that always fucked up his lunch. She didn’t make it like his perfect wife.

But his hands were too shaky. He couldn’t sign what she had for him, he couldn’t see straight, he couldn’t-

He couldn’t push her away when she kissed him. He couldn’t stop when she touched him, held him.

He needed comfort and he couldn’t stop anymore, he was too far gone, too high strung.

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

A week later, a call came in through the telecoms of his office.

“You have one week to get me 2 million dollars or that video plays on youtube.” His hands felt shaky again, and this time it wasn’t rage. It was fear.

“I’ll have it to you in an hour, delete it immediately.” He said instantly.

“An hour? Maybe I’m making this a bit too easy. How about 20?”

“Do you want the money or for me to be scared? Because congrats, dumbass you did it. Delete it.” Bakugou was straining to not break the tiny office phone in his hands. His chest was heaving.

“I want you to feel pain like I have. I want you to lose something.”

Bakugou knew it. It was a sudden realization but he knew it.

“Don’t. Please.” he begged and the laughter that came through was loud, strained. Insane.

“Cmon now, Ground Zero! Don’t be so boring, you’re usually the life of the party!”

Bakugou knew it would end with that stupid tape being public, but he didn’t think it would be this bad.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

He saw it first when he was walking on patrol, someone glaring at him. He shrugged it off. Heroes were a controversial topic for everyone, he chalked it up to just that. He continued until he heard sounds. Pornigraphic sounds. Playing from that same person’s phone, he approached them.

“Hey, you can’t be playing that shit-”

“Ugh! Mr. Bakugou!” The phone sound rang out and his eyes fell to the screen they were previously looking at. It was a stupid little pink phone case, but he was on screen. And so was that blonde. And he was running. Fast. He had to tell her before she found out like this. God, he knew he fucked up, he knew this was it, but he couldn’t let her find out from a fucking TMZ video.

The moments die, I hear no screaming The visions left inside me are slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

Getting back to his office, he saw the blonde and sneered at her, then realizing she was bawling her eyes out. She must have seen, she was probably embarrassed. Young, dumb, she wasn’t in a good position either. He didn’t have time for her. He had to get home. Bakugou grabbed his clothing and bolted for his car.

He sped. He didn’t care. His world was crumbling and he needed to at least make sure one last piece wasn’t completely shattered. The only piece that mattered to him.

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

When he got home, he recognized Midoriya’s car and rushed to the top floor, his home. “DEKU!” He shouted and looked around after bursting through the door, seeing Izuku standing casually dressed in his kitchen with his children in their pajamas. He was holding some food and his kids ran to Bakugou.

“Daddy!” They smiled and hugged him, as he bent down to hold them back, but his eyes never left Izuku’s. And Izuku’s were just as focused, shooting daggers at him. He deserved it, but he needed her right now.

“Go to your rooms, bratz.” He chidded and patted their backs as they went off, Izuku tucking one hand in his pocket. They stood in silence and then Bakugou heard it.

Ururaka’s voice, Momo’s consoling, and his wife’s cries. A part of him was crushed, turned to dust that instant. He was too late. Again. His fists shook by his sides and then raked through his blonde spikey hair.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

“Deku-”

“Just go. Go in there and look at what you did for yourself.” Izuku leaned back against the counter and looked at the ground. “Ochaco and I are taking the kids tonight. They don’t need to see this.” And with that, he headed towards Bakugou’s kid’s rooms. Bakugou couldn’t even speak, his throat was dry.

And his feet moved towards his bedroom door. His body shuddered, tears already streaming down his eyes. Knocking at the door, Momo was the first to answer. She opened it and stared at him for a second, then moving aside and walking out of the room.

“Ururaka, let’s go. It’s time.” Momo’s voice was quiet. Bakugou didn’t move as the women brushed past him without a glance, then hearing his kids leaving with the three other pro heroes.

Once the door shut, he felt empty. It was time to face her. Face his mistakes, and own it. And accept her choice.

He opened the door a crack and saw his greatest fear.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

She was in a ball on the floor, still as beautiful and perfect as the day they met, but this time, heartbroken and small. Her hair was a knotted mess, clothes stained with tears, hugging her knees to her chest. She was holding something, but he couldn’t make it out in the dark.

He made small steps towards her and got on his knees before her, just grabbing her and holding her close. He didn’t know if he would ever get to again.

This battered room I've seen before The broken bones they heal no more, no more With my last breath I'm choking Will this ever end? I'm hoping My world is over one more time

“I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry…” He whispered over and over and over, her whimpering the only other sound. A moment of this and then her cries roared, like she was being tortured, and he flinched. His own tears were blurring everything for him, but he wasn’t going to stop trying. Not now, not ever. “Please, baby… please. I love you, I swear, I was just distracted and I couldn’t get to you, and I was guilty about Midoriya and I just wanted to get home and see you, but then she walked it and I lost it, I lost it-” He was rambling, much like that damn nerd, but not about quirks, about his own fucking mistakes.

A crack sounded out through the room, echoing off the walls. His face was sore, her hand leaving a red imprint on his cheek. He stared at her and her face was a combination of horrified and sad beyond comparison. He just closed his eyes and sniffled.

“Do it again.”

“What?” She whispered.

“Do it until you feel it’s just. Hit me, kick me, punch me, I don’t care, just don’t- don’t stop loving me.” His eyes went back to hers and her body crumbled under his. Her hands fell against his chest weakly and her eyes closed again, his hands moving to cradle her head. “I- I can’t…” She answered and Bakugou felt happiness for a split second before her next words ruined it. “I’m trying to… But I can’t.”

Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

His world was over, nothing mattered, and whoever took that video was going to die. “C-Carry me to the shower… please… I can’t walk and I just- I just want to-”

“Shhh I got it.” He answered and picked her up as she asked, carrying her to the bathroom and sitting her on the tub. He saw what was in her hands now. It was his tie from their wedding night, and his heart ached again. He began to help her undress, seeing the bags under her eyes and how red and puffy they were from her salty tears, lips dry and split from crying. Her hair looked like she’d run her fingers through a million times, almost painfully so. He hated seeing her like this, not when a month ago, they were planning their ten year anniversary. She was like a doll, so small and fragile right now, porcelain in his big, calloused hands. Her body looked hollowed, like she hadn't eaten yet that day. He stayed quiet, turning on the water and feeling it until it was her comfortable level of warmth.

There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better?

After a moment, he lifted her and let her settle in, moving to let her relax in peace. But something caught his hand, and he looked back down at the fragile woman in the tub.

“Please… come in with me… I don’t want to be alone right now… I-I don’t have… the strength.” She mumbled and he sucked in a breath, pain surging through his veins. He hated this, but he would do anything she wanted. Forever.

Removing his shirt, he felt the stress of the day hit him, muscles sore from work and then this all. He moved and took off his pants and underwear, shifting his weight and finally stepping in. He slid her forward slightly to sit her between his legs so he could hold her, cradle her as best he could.

He felt her lean back and his hands moved to touch her skin, massage the ache she must have been having from sitting on the floor in a ball. He pushed the image away as he focused on kneading the woman’s tension. A comfortable sigh left her and he felt a swell of relief inside of him. This was… good, to say the least. They weren’t fighting, she didn’t hate him, and he was seeming to do almost everything right. He leaned his forehead to her temple and let his eyes close, feeling her reciprocate and nuzzle in closer.

“Forgive me…” he whispered, “please… I can’t live without you.”

“Katsuki…” Her voice cracked as she said his name, his hand brushing the wet hair stuck to her face behind her ear. “I want to… I do…”

“Then I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this, to get you back, to keep you with me…” he answered, the rasp in his voice always soothing her, reminding her who she was talking to. “I love you too much to let myself ruin this…” She nodded at his words and he left a kiss on her temple, where his forehead had been, while a tear rolled down his cheek.

After a bit of just silence in the bathtub, he got them both out and dry, then helped her change into pajamas and brushed her hair. He’d take care of her, make sure she didn’t do anything for herself. After that, he went to the kitchen and called his office.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home (tears don't fall) Your tears don't fall, they crash around me (conscience calls) Her conscience calls, the guilty to come

“I’m taking two weeks off. Fire the girl, make sure my next assistant is a man. Cancel everything in my calendar for the next few weeks. My phone is going off and it’s not turning back on until I get back. Understood?”

“Bakugou,” he heard Sero’s voice, then a sigh and Kirirshima in the background, “do what you gotta do man, just don’t fuck it up again.”

“Get her back, and man up to it, dude. I believe in you.” Kirirshima spoke after the other and there was a second of quiet.

“Thank you guys. I owe you one for this. Really.” His grip on his cellphone tightened as he spoke and he knew they didn’t know how to react to his sensitive side. Only she did. “I’ve got to go.” He hung up and grabbed water and her favorite snack, chips and ketchup. It was so weird and gross and unnatural to him, but she loved it and he loved it because she loved it.

Going back into the bedroom, he put down the water and the bowl of chips, sitting across from her.

“You need to eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” She whispered.

“No, you’re depressed because I’m an ass, take one bite and I promise you’ll realize how hungry you are.” One bite turned into three into ten into the bowl, and soon it was empty. He brought it to the kitchen and went back to her, standing next to the bed. “I think- maybe I should sleep in the guest room.”

“But… I’ll get cold…” she mumbled, “I mean, I just- I haven’t slept alone… in almost ten years…” His heart was jumping with joy. Holy shit, this was good. He nodded and moved to get in next to her.

“I won’t touch you unless you-“

“Shut up, Katsuki.” She finally spoke directly and with volume, “just shut up.” And she pulled him close, head on his chest as she grabbed the light remote and hit a button, putting them in the pitch back darkness. He was stiff, a bit scared to move. His wife had never been a direct person, so gentle with her words and actions, but this made her really toughen up and set him straight. He relaxed and left a hand on her head, petting her hair and soon she was asleep.

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me (conscience calls) Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home

Bakugou didn’t sleep at all. He was watching her the whole time, admiring her, praying that this would never end. And when she mumbled his name in her sleep and pulled him tighter to her, he knew. He would do everything for her. There was nothing in this world that could keep him from her, and he would make damn sure of that forever more.

#bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou angst #angst #cheating bakugou #bakugo angst #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #drefear playlist

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mhathotfic · 7 months

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As I said yesterday I was more willing to revisit that post and rereading it I didn’t like the pacing or lack of concrete reasoning so I reworked it. I don’t exactly consider it a rewrite because it’s largely the same but I added more details and like it a bit more now.

Warnings: hybrid au involving a pet/owner dynamic, breeding kink + knotting, both implied(husband is likely having an affair) and actual cheating (married! reader fucks hybrid Bakugou and is a touch delusional/in denial about it), oral (reader receiving), afab reader with she/her pronouns, vaginal sex depicted

Pairing Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Is it really that wrong?

She’s not, at least she doesn’t think it should count as, thinking about fucking another man. Because she would never cheat. Never betray her husband in such a manner, so she doesn’t think this should count.

She was a loyal after all. A caring wife for her always too busy husband, so busy he doesn’t even touch her anymore.

Maybe that’s a lie though. She’s seen how that young whore of a secretary looks at him. And all those long nights? Sure seems like a perfect cover up.

She’s sure he’s too busy fucking her to come home and fuck his wife.

Maybe that’s why (Yn) poured herself into the dog hybrid he had bought her. A large strong american bully, for protection he had said clearly intending on him being a mean ol’thing. And he was, but not to her. Katsuki was sweet on her and loved how she would spoil him rotten.

Sharing food, like partners might. Allowing him to steal kisses from her lip. Sharing that big empty bed with him at night.

It was easy for him to pretend it was just them, that they were lovers.

Until her husband finally found his way home; and suddenly he wasn’t allowed any of that because it vexed her husband.

That man just didn’t understand how Katsuki could be so important. He was simply a pet, no different from a dog of the past in his eyes. But at least he kept (Yn) too busy to entertain the thought of her own affair.

Though he knew she would never cheat.

And she doesn’t.

At least that’s what (Yn) tells herself, that It’s not cheating if that night, after he’s rejected her advances again and left for some “meeting” he didn’t mention before, she lets her beloved hybrid comfort her.

And it’s just been so long and she’s so desperate, that she doesn’t exactly fight it when he follows his nose to the source of her sweet scent and shoves his head under her nightgown.

“It’s ok to, um, to taste it” she murmurs assuringly, unsure if it was for his benefit or her own.

Ultimately deciding it doesn’t currently matter as his big, rough tongue swipes at her bare pussy. Adoring the way his tongue took long, lavish licks. Devouring her from her gushing hole to her puffy clit.

He’s not technically a human, she tells herself as long thick fingers enter her, so it’s fine if she lets him do this. If she buries her hands in his hair and loudly cries out for him.

“Good boy Katsu! Feels s’good, just like that! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum fuck, good boy!”

This doesn’t count cheating, she tells herself one more time when looks up at her with pleading eyes. She’s already let him eat and finger her pussy, it seems cruel to not let him fuck it to.

So she let him mount her, shuddering as he rubbed his cock against her.

It only occurs to her that he’s about to put it in without protection when his lush cock head is pushing in, but oh well. She doesn’t think, or rather didn’t care if she could, become pregnant by him.

At least that’s the conclusion she comes to when he’s fully settled in her. His size alone enough to make her moan like a bitch.

She doesn’t think she’s ever had anything like this in her before. She’s certain of it when he moves and his thick fat cock drags against her sensitive spots so deliciously.

Sinking deeper than her husband ever could as he fucked her and making her crave for his pups to be safe in her womb.

How she’d explain that to her husband she didn’t care. It doesn’t matter now anyways.

Not as she teetered close to falling off into a blissfulness only he seems capable of pulling her into anymore. Tearing out sobbing moan and plea for him to truly make her his bitch. To breed her and knot over and over again.

She wasn’t a cheater, she couldn’t possibly be if it was with Katsuki and his swollen knot that beats against her lips trying to force its way into her pussy to lock her to him.

She tried desperately to convince herself, but if she were honest, she was cheating. Every second she spends still married to that man was as if she was cheating on her beloved Katsuki.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader smut #katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader smut #tw cheating #tw hybrid au

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fireheartwraith · 8 days

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I don't understand people who say Bakugou's bullying got to extreme physical levels to the point that he would burn Deku. I get saying that for ✨️angst✨️ in fanfics, but I genuinely don't think that’s the case in canon. I think the most extreme his bullying got is exactly what we saw: verbal abuse and destruction of property. Which is still bad, by the way (this is the way I was bullied too, so I know it's not fun), but also aligns more with his personality

Bakugou may be brash and aggressive but in some ways he is also a goody too shoes. He was top of his class (still is top 3 at UA) and knew that to achieve his goals of becoming number one hero and going to UA he would need a clean record. He stops his friend from smoking next to him just in case people smell the smoke on his clothes and think he was the one doing it, he would NOT be physically hurting Deku in a way that can so obviously be traced back to him.

Even if the teachers did nothing about the bullying, students are not supposed to use their quirks in non-hero schools, so he would at least get in trouble for that. There’s a reason he waited until there were no teachers around to bully Izuku. He’s too smart to leave any evidence of it on Izuku's body, as Izuku himself points out that Bakugou telling him to kill himself was reckless because if he did do it Bakugou would get in trouble.

TLDR: please stop thinking angst fanfics are canon, Bakugou was not going around burning Deku and breaking his arms

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #character analysis #i guess #i'm not saying “stop doing this in fanfics” btw!#it's just that we as a society need to learn to differentiate fanon from canon #otherwise we go around and starting judging characters based on things they didn't do and so the whole fandom looks stupid #it's like getting mad at your significant other because you dreamed they cheated on you #if you want to hate a character feel free to do so just make sure the accusations are accurate

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bkghq · 2 years

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eeeeeeek omg ! ! he will be LIVID :')

everyone by this point is aware katsuki's the most loyal partner u can ever get its a fact.

PR stunt or not he will NOT fake relationship with anyone else when he's alr dating u.

he will be so mad "I need a new fuckin' management, i dont give a fuck if i have fuckin' contract with 'em, ask 'em how much money they want and tell 'em to scatter away and never show me their faces!" yelling to his secretary, who is sweat dropping and wants the world to swallow her whole on the spot.

she meekly nods and runs away to handle the situation. being the clingy boyfriend bakugo is, he will immediately call you, telling you about the whole situation that went down.

you even tho are a bit taken back by this still, you try to calm him down, "it's 'kay 'suki maybe you should agree to it, after all they want what's the best for you 'n your image."

"ha?! no, are ya dumb?? image or no image 's not 'bout that, how can i stoop so low and go with some other extra when i have the hottest and the best one at home, the management can take their proposal and shove it up their asshole." he grumbles rolling his eyes, which you can feel through the phone call.

your heart bursts at his words because on god he is the best boyfriend you couldve ever asked for.

"i love you 'suki, can't wait to see you after work."

"i love ya too dumbass, now i gotta go, have to fuck this management up, fucking extras, i'll see at home, bye." he says, and u can hear his footsteps through the call.

"bye 'suki." you softly say before disconnecting the call.

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shootsforsun · 1 year

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falling in love with:

bakugou katsuki

contains: angst, fluff

now playing: je te laisserai des mots by patrick waston

falling in love with bakugou is snarkiness, pushed roses in your face and a tch

falling in love with bakugou is a stuffy dinner date, a walk in the park after

falling in love with bakugou is playful arguments in the hall, and harsh teasing

falling in love with bakugou is annoying meet the parents, realizing where bakugou anger came from

falling in love with bakugou is getting used to intense teasing and somewhat harsh comments

being in love with katsuki is mall dates, him spoiling you

being in love with katsuki is food being shoved under your nose when time seems to whisk you away, with a growl telling you to eat

being in love with katsuki is him glaring at anyone who looks at you wrong, hand tightening in yours

being in love with katsuki hangouts lasting long into the night, a show on tv and cuddling under the blanklet

being in love with katsuki is… easy, then it’s not

being in love with katsuki is distant as time wears on

being in love with katsuki is energy being spent on a falling relationship

being in love with katsuki is worrying on the couch after midnight, waiting for him

being in love with katsuki is waking up in the morning by yourself, where katsuki would once be in the kitchen with food only silence greets you

being in love with katsuki is a shared home being a home for one

being in love with katsuki is not easy, not at all

falling out of love with katsuki is your items slowly disappearing from the place

falling out of love with katsuki is staying at friends houses as you cry on their couch

falling out of love with katsuki is hard, full of tears

falling out of love with bakugou is an argument turning into a breakup

being in love with bakugou was being in love with stranger, two strangers living in the same house

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kteabug · 8 months

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“that’s not my sire” — pup, probably

Summary: At birth pups instinctively know their dam and sire’s scents, it’s what allows them to know who is a safe place. What happens when a pup rejects the alpha that believes they are the sire?

Pairings: BakuDeku (endgame), BakuKami, KiriKami, OverDeku (past)

Word Count: 9, 480

Warnings: Infidelity. Shitty parenting. Minor Character Death. Omegaverse. A!Bakugo. A!Kirishima. O!Kaminari. O!Midoriya. Quirkless AU.

AN: This is based off a silly little head canon I have.

**PLEASE READ: this fic is bakudeku ending, but before we get there, there’s bakukami and then mentions of overdeku.

Bakugo Katsuki knew the omega he was going to marry when he was nine years old. He first saw him at a garden party his grandparents threw, he was the grandson of someone his grandfather knew or something like that. Honestly, he could’ve been the son of the waitstaff and Katsuki would’ve chosen him. His yellow blonde hair, citrine colored eyes and bubbly personality had the alpha captivated. This is based off a silly little head canon I have.

When the two were 16, Katsuki bashfully asked the omega for an official courtship — it was amusing to those around to see the brash and loud alpha seem so docile as he handed the omega a scented shirt and high end blanket he ordered from his parents’ company. Kaminari Denki accepted the gesture with a warm smile as if he had any other option.

When the two were 20, their engagement was announced and within the year, they were married. The Bakugos had wanted to forego the engagement and tie the union together with a mating claim, but the Kaminaris did not — they felt the bond should only take place if and when Denki said so. Bonds cannot be as easily removed as a marital status can.

While it bothered Katsuki to see the hard thick plastic collar around Denki’s neck during their heats/ruts, he understood that it was the omega’s choice. He had always known Denki was it for him, he would wait until the end of time for his omega if that’s what he needed.

After the first year they were together, Denki expressed he was tired of having to wear the anti-claiming collar so Katsuki immediately bought a muzzle. The next year Denki said the muzzle ruined the mood but that he didn’t want to wear the collar so he suggested they spend their cycles in heat/rut clinics. Clinics designed for mated or unmated individuals to ride out their cycles without fear of unwanted bonding or for those who are away from their mates.

Katsuki didn’t really like the idea, it felt so sterile and robotic rather than the passionate nature heats/ruts are. It didn’t feel right to Katsuki for Denki to be alone in a hospital-like room in pain, crying out for relief while his alpha did what? Sat at home like it was just another Wednesday? The thought alone just broke his heart but if that’s what his omega needed then he’d do it.

However after four years, both sides of their families are exhausted waiting for a pup to be born. Katsuki however doesn’t press the issue, when Denki is ready he’d tell him. It’s after their anniversary dinner that the omega’s attitude changes — Mitsuki made a comment about Denki’s appetite which he counters with him being in preheat even though the alpha doesn’t pick up on it. When they get home, Denki practically jumps the ash blonde.

The alpha’s rut is triggered by the intensity of Denki’s actions, the omega hasn’t acted so hungry, so aggressive, so needy with Katsuki before. The sudden action doesn’t allow the omega to wear his collar but somehow he keeps enough sanity to bite his own arm to prevent himself from bonding with Denki. A few weeks later, Denki announces to Katsuki and their families the pair is expecting a pup.

Katsuki is over the moon. If he’s honest (which he won’t be) the moment he smelt Denki’s jasmine scent, he saw a future with a house full of love, warmth and pups. He wanted pups with citrine eyes and soft blonde hair, pups with their dam’s bubbly personality and headstrong nature. He wanted to watch their pups grow up and go off to have their own lives while spending the rest of their lives falling in love with each other over and over again.

Katsuki is there to rub Denki’s back when his morning sickness is rough before carrying him back to bed with crackers and ginger ale. He buys any and every craving the omega has — teasing that the pup must have their dam’s taste since Denki doesn't want spicy foods like Marasu had with him. He reads, talks and sings to the growing bump as he rubs lotion to help keep the omega’s skin moisturized. He tries to go to appointments, but Denki tells him they aren’t really that important for them both to go.

According to Katsuki’s planner, the anatomy scan should be coming up and he really wants to go. He doesn’t care what their sex is, he just wants to see the pup, to be able to look at the screen and call him or her by the name chosen. Denki instantly loved both the names Kats suggested which surprised the alpha but he went with it.

He doesn’t get that as Denki comes home with ultrasound scans announcing it’s a girl, brushing off Katsuki’s complaints by saying he simply forgot it was /that/ appointment today. The entire rest of the day whenever Katsuki tries to bring up anything to do with the appointment or asking to go to just one appointment, the omega claims he’s getting a headache and prompts switches subjects.

Denki claims that the appointments from now on will only last five minutes at tops — it’d be more of a hassle than anything. Katsuki hates it, he wants to be there, to hear their pup’s heartbeat, but he doesn’t want to add stress to Denki so he stays home.

The alpha swallows the ugly feeling that sits in his chest, threatening to come out anytime Denki brushing off something he asks considering the pup. Denki has always been an amazing partner, so it must just be the pregnancy hormones. Kats instead decides to go focus on his daughter’s room — it’s the place she’ll spend the most time so it needs to be perfect.

He divides the wall, painting the lower half a terracotta orange while leaving the upper half an off-white. They picked white furnishings: crib, dresser, changing table, rocking chair and around the room had a few natural wood accents such as the photo frames and wall shelves. This room will grow with her and he can’t help but tear up at the thought.

He folds her burp bibs, sheets and swaddles even trying to match the tiny little socks before just tossing them in a drawer. He hangs up her onesies, dresses, footed pajamas and sleep sacs. Katsuki attempts to fold her white onesies but they are teeny compared to his massive hands.

He even adds a name sign on the door — Yuika: dream come true. That’s what she truly is, a dream come true for Katsuki and he has so much love for her that it spills out in tears. Denki always just shakes his head, but putting a name to the pup he talks to, feels kick, it makes it all feel surreal.

Katsuki plans to be ready for when Denki goes into labor. He has bags packed for him, Denki and Yuika. The car seat is properly installed in their car with the window shades and mirror for the headrest to see her from the rear view mirror. He’s even gone as far as to run drills to make sure he can get himself and Denki to the car effectively for the big day.

All that planning fails the alpha when Denki wakes him up at 3am saying it’s time. Katsuki trips getting out of bed, puts his shirt on backwards and has two different tennis shoes on. But they do manage to get to the hospital unscathed which is a miracle with the way Katsuki was driving.

The maternity ward has scent neutralizer constantly pumping through the air vents — it helps keep things safer for the in labor omegas and their pups. Somehow this helps calm Katsuki’s nerves as he holds Denki’s hand through it all.

Nearly 18 hours later, Yuika is born. She has ten fingers and ten toes with a head of beautiful black hair. Katsuki assumes it’s from Denki’s side since the omega has a black stripe through his own hair and his sire has solid black hair. Like many newborns her eye color isn’t set in stone, but Katsuki hopes she gets the same citrine eyes as her dam.

The scent neutralizer is cut off to their room. After delivery, the room is to be filled only with the parents' scents; pups instinctively recognise their parents' pheromones marking them a safe person. Everyone else who enters the room, regardless of relation, has to wear scent patches — Katsuki is more than on board with this as he doesn’t want Yuika bombarded with too many scents.

Denki holds her the entire first day, rarely letting her go. He doesn’t even put her in the incubator for naps after breastfeeding, opting to just do contact naps. Katsuki tries not to let it bother him, but it feels off. They are partners and yet it feels that Denki doesn’t trust him to hold their daughter. He doesn’t feel like he’s asking for all that much, just a few moments with her in his arms, but Denki continuously waves him off.

The next day however when Denki is taking a much desired shower, Katsuki gets to hold the bundle of joy. All he’s thought about for the last several months has been her — holding her, comforting her, feeding her, loving her. It’s like a crescendo of emotions as he reaches out, gently picking her up and cradling her into his chest. But the high pitch scream she lets out causes all those emotions to just stop.

He’s worried that maybe he woke her up so he starts making the shushing noises, bouncing slightly, and rocking her; all the things the books mentioned but they don’t work. He holds her higher, closer to his scent glands, wondering if maybe he hasn’t been letting out enough of his pheromones, but that seems to worsen things. Thankfully a nurse pops in, giving him a hopeful smile before saying she might just need to be changed.

Later that night he brings it up to Denki, voicing his worries and asking if any of the expecting omega books said anything about it. The omega simply brushes him off, telling him that it was probably because he wasn’t around and she’s just more used to his scent. Katsuki lays away that night, his partner’s words did nothing to ease his anxiety, but maybe tomorrow would fare better.

It doesn’t.

Yuika cries and screams and refuses to relax any time Katsuki holds her or even tries to pick her up. It’s like a knife in his chest that gets twisted each time she fully calms down the second Denki touches her. Why was she rejecting him? Was it him? Did she just not feel safe around him at all?

When the doctor comes for a visit to tell Denki they want him to stay an extra day, Katsuki tries to get an answer from the doctor. He tries to reassure Katsuki that while it’s not exactly common, it’s not uncommon for pups to struggle to adjust to their sire’s scent — especially in cases where the parents aren’t bonded. Bonded couples have a blended scent whereas he and Denki have two very different ones.

Katsuki might’ve believed him if it hadn’t been for the purple-haired nurse whose facial expression showed she didn’t really think that. He follows her out into the hallway and practically begs to know her opinion, saying that he just wants answers to why his daughter rejects him.

He can tell she’s uncomfortable but she relents, explaining that a pup’s reaction is usually only /that/ intense if the alpha present isn’t their biological sire. In cases where a pup fails to adjust are typically more when the sire is a prime or the pup is being adopted. That’s why when adoption is chosen by the omega or female beta, the adoptive parents come around and scent the expectant individual in hopes it alleviates some of the initial scent rejection.

Katsuki doesn’t believe her. Denki isn’t like that. Denki wouldn’t cheat on him. Denki loves him and they are a team. Sure the last several months have felt different than the past three years but hormones can be a bitch so the alpha didn’t take it personally. He then remembers when he brought to Denki’s attention he seems to have gone into labor earlier than it was projected in Kats’ planner, Denki said she was a little premature. Maybe that’s why she’s rejecting him? Though the doctor not mentioning it is a bit weird.

It’s the same the next day too, Yuika screams whenever he holds her so he doesn’t. It breaks his heart to not be able to hold his little girl, but he only wants her to feel safe and happy. So he just does things that help Denki such as making a hundred trips out of the room to refill his water cup, feeding the omega as he holds their princess, and making sure to call a nurse if Yuika needs something when Denki is asleep.

He’s worried more now about taking her home than he was before — their home was heavily filled with his scent. What if his baby girl didn’t feel safe in her own home? He had spent the most time in her nursery, what if she couldn’t rest there? Denki tells him that babies cry and she’ll eventually be fine over time and maybe that’s true, but the alpha is panicking.

The morning of discharge day has Katsuki even more anxious. He practiced getting to the hospital not getting home; over the last few days they had accumulated more things than originally brought. The alpha wanted help getting both Denki and Yuika home, but his parents and in-laws were busy and so were his friends. The omega quickly told him that he had it handled, he would just ask Eijiro.

Now it isn’t that Katsuki doesn’t like Eijiro, the red headed alpha has never done anything to warrant Kats hatred or anything like that. It is more about the way his in-laws turn up their noses when the alpha is mentioned that makes him weary. Denki on the other hand constantly sings his praises, the two were apparently friends in school before his parents sent him off to boarding school.

After discreetly asking around, he learned that Eijiro is the illegitimate grandson of Kirishima Kenji, one of the biggest names in the tech industry. One of his sons decided to keep a mistress and Eijiro is the result, but to keep things mostly under wraps, Kenji moved him and his mother to the family compound.

Kenji even allowed Eijiro to be given their family name rather than whatever his mother’s was and he attended nice academies but not the same as the other grandchildren. Eijiro had been allowed the same lifestyle of Kenji’s biological grandchildren, but the imbalance in status still remained.

Katsuki has met this man a total of three times: engagement announcement party, wedding, and then at the party to celebrate their one year anniversary. All three times Eijiro had drunk quite a bit, but Katsuki couldn’t blame him, the parties were an awful bore. Though he didn’t see Eijiro at their pregnancy announcement party or the other myriad of parties their families threw, so he isn’t sure why the alpha would come up to the hospital.

Surely enough, when he is taking some of Denki’s stuff to the car he sees Eijiro walking into the hospital. Katsuki shrugs it off, maybe the redhead just really hated going to parties and avoided them or hell, maybe Kats just never saw him. He bounces in the elevator, Eijiro will be their first visitor outside of immediate family and he wants to make sure he’s there when Yuika meets him. Yeah he’ll be wearing scent patches, but if she really is super sensitive to scents, it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.

He stops in the doorway when he realizes there’s no crying coming out of Denki’s room despite knowing the omega was in the bathroom changing. When Katsuki looks into the room he sees his daughter happy and content in the stranger’s arms, much like she is in Denki’s. He can pick up on the redhead’s pheromones, assuming he didn’t have patches on and that still isn’t a problem with the young pup.

Then he watches Denki come out of the bathroom, smiling as he leans into Eijiro’s side and the air in his lungs is knocked out. He watches as the two share a look, but not just any look, but /the/ look. The kind you give the person you love with all your heart, the one that’s soft and gentle and anyone who sees it can tell your soulmates. He knows that look because his mom snapped a picture of the two together as teenagers and teased him over the soft expression on his face.

To anyone the two would look like a picture perfect family which fucking hurts because suddenly that makes Katsuki the odd man out.

Midoriya Izuku loves his job. He has always wanted to help people and working as a nurse allows him just that. Being a labor and delivery nurse is just the icing on the cake — being able to help bring pups into the world and help betas and omegas is the best thing. There’s so many emotions that rush through those who have given birth and it’s crucial to have someone that can understand you, that’s where Izuku thrives.

One omega felt like a horrible dam for not breastfeeding her pup, feeling like she was letting her son down. She said that all the mommy blogs said if you formula feed or even pump and use a bottle that you’re selfish, don’t deserve to be a parent, don’t love your kid, and are lazy. She was spiraling on top of all of the postpartum emotions and it broke Izuku’s heart. So he pointed out all the great things she’s done to prove she did love her pup: she made sure he was fed, she held him and soothed him. The biggest sign was that she was worried about being a good parent because bad parents don’t worry about that. The omega thanked him profusely.

One beta had made the choice to put her little girl up for adoption and despite having made it, she was upset. It was a hard decision for anyone to make, it took a lot of strength which Izuku gently reminded her of. He held her hand, releasing a calming scent to surround her in hopes to help her. She asked him if she was selfish for not wanting to keep her baby, saying she just wasn’t ready, but he squashed those thoughts telling her how selfless she was. He then got to introduce the adoptive parents to her who thanked her tremendously. Before the beta left, she made sure to tell him that he had really helped her and the couple said she was always welcome to go and visit.

Some days are harder than others and he’s there for those who don’t leave with the baby they planned to take home. Izuku knows he can’t take that pain away, if he could he would in a heartbeat. He makes little momentos using the baby’s handprint and footprint, sometimes with a photograph of the parents holding the baby if they want. He also uses the blankets they were wrapped in to make teddy bears to send home with the grieving parents. It’s not much, but it’s all he can do to help bring them some comfort. He doesn’t always get a happy thank you like in other cases, but that’s fine; just knowing that one day they’ll be able to see those momentos and smile a little is enough for him.

While he’s used to dealing with dams, he has offered help and comfort to sires as well. He’s there to help show them how to change diapers and not be afraid of changing their outfits — little baby fingers and toes seem to terrify alphas. He helps show them how to hold their heads properly and check footed clothing for strands of hair to prevent it from wrapping around little toes. He watches amusingly at first time and even seasoned sires fret over swaddling and putting little hats on the pups. Smirking at the proud looks on their faces when they excitedly show off their sons and daughters to visitors for the first time.

The last three days he had used personal time and was eager to get back to work as much as he loves being at home. He expects the usual when he gets back, his coworkers catching him up on who is in labor and who has given birth, basically giving him the rundown for the upcoming shift. He doesn’t expect to hear hushed whispers of a scandal with a pup not taking to their sire. Izuku doesn’t care to engage in gossip especially at work, but this really bothers him.

It can be harmful to a pup who is constantly around pheromones that stress them out leading to lack of eating, trouble sleeping and more. He is only half listening and at first wonders if maybe it’s an alpha stepping up to be a sire, it happens and could be why the pup is rejecting them. At least that’s what he wants to believe because the alternative, the possibility of it having been infidelity fills the greenette with rage. Truly someone could not be /that/ stupid to think wishful thinking will override instincts! The nerve!

He’s walking away from the nurse’s station, getting ready to start checking on patients discharging when a blur of blonde passes by. The blonde doesn’t get too far before he falls to his knees as he gasps for air, sobs wrecking his chest. Izuku drops down in front of the man, releasing his soothing scent before taking his handkerchief and wiping the alpha’s cheeks. The omega is unsure why he does that exactly, it’s something he’s only ever done for Kumi and surely not something you do for a strange alpha you just met.

“I…but he…not mine…”

Izuku instantly puts it all together. He’s the alpha his coworkers have been talking about, the alpha who’s little one isn’t taking to his scent and the omega’s heart breaks. He’s seen it happen before, an affair exposed by a pup’s rejection — had to call security for it and everything but usually the wronged alpha is angry. The alpha will yell and scream, storm out, maybe have tears in their eyes, but nothing like this. Most times there’s some sort of inkling that there’s an affair going on, but the blonde seems to have been completely blindsided.

The omega helps the alpha up and into a nearby chair, trying to comfort him but what could he say?

It will be okay.

Izuku hates that phrase because he can’t say that confidently.

Things will work out.

Izuku cannot promise that.

Everything happens for a reason.

Izuku wants to gag every time he hears that being told to people.

“I appreciate you not wanting to bullshit me.” Katsuki lets out something of a laugh while sniffling.

Izuku turns pink, he thought he’s been getting better about mumbling. But despite his embarrassment he’s glad he got the alpha to laugh a bit.

“There you are, Midoriya! I got worried when you didn’t answer a page!” The same purple-haired nurse from before says.

“I’m sorry! I got distracted.” The omega tilts his head to the side and gives her a blinding smile.

“It’s my fault.” Katsuki adds, for some reason he feels the need to protect the small omega, “I was upset and he made me laugh.”

The nurse recognizes the alpha immediately — not just from having spoken to him previously but because she was just in his omega’s room and witnessed probably what had upset him. Some redhead alpha holding a very calm pup, a pup that up until now he believed to be his. “That’s Midoriya’s quirk!”

The greenette snaps his head at her, with a very motherly ‘stop it’ look but Katsuki beats him to it.

“Quirk?”

“Yeah, it’s like a superpower. It’s from Izuku’s favorite kid’s show!”

“Kid’s show? I’ll have you know that All-Might’s Mighty Adventures is a very popular classic TV series! Kid’s show? Hah, just because it’s animated doesn’t make it for children.” Izuku continues to defend the show, leaving a smirk on the nurse’s face and a faint blush on the alpha’s — the omega misses both of them.

Kaminari Denki had been told what to do and when to do it since he can remember, though he’s pretty positive it’s been like that since he was born. It probably went back further to when he was conceived, he’s certain his dad demanded he be a male and his mother willed him to be an omega. Though with the chill in his parents’ marriage, maybe he was a designer embryo grown in a lab.

Being born in a wealthy family has its upsides, but also most definitely its downsides. Especially when it’s a family that’s not secure it’s in holdings — you see the Kaminari family is what one would call ‘new money’ and it only dates back to Denki’s grandfather. His grandfather got lucky with a few investments when Denki was three and having a friend owe him a favor ended up with his grandfather rubbing elbows with Bakugo Mamoru (Mitsuki’s father). That allowed the Kaminari's introduction to other more prominent families like the Todoroki’s (hotels), Kirishima’s (tech) and Yagi’s (entertainment) who are what’s called ‘old money’.

When Denki presented at five, his parents had been so thrilled — male omegas still hold a lot of value in the upper class and are sought after. Some more traditional wealthy families prefer having alpha/alpha couples take over the company so an omega is useful for producing heirs and quelling ruts. Denki’s parents want more, more wealth, more fame, more status, so using their son to “marry up” was just par for the course.

When he was seven he was sent to a decent private academy and that’s where he met Kirishima Eijiro — a shy alpha who transferred in mid school year. His seat was placed right next to Denki and it was love at first sight for the omega. Every chance he got he would try to get to know the alpha more, break through his shell and then finally right before the school year was over Eijiro smiled at him. The two became inseparable, so much so that Denki once screamed until Eijiro was allowed to have his seat moved to be next to his.

At first his parents were pleased, Kirishima is a very well known name, but then they heard the hushed whispers of Eijiro not really being a Kirishima. It didn’t matter that for the first time in his life Denki had a friend, that he smiled more now and that being around the alpha helped the omega do better in classes. No, their child’s happiness didn’t matter, what mattered was their own selfishness in knowing a bastard son-in-law would do nothing for them.

So when Denki was sent away to boarding school without getting to say much of a goodbye to Eijiro before going. When his parents called him home for a stupid party, he had a little hope that Eijiro would be there, his family is one that would make an appearance. He looked and looked, but he wasn’t there. That was the night that he caught another alpha’s eye, one that his parents were all too thrilled about. Denki thought he stunk — his spicy cinnamon clove scent hit his nose funny, not like the sandalwood scent Eijiro had.

But once again, Denki was told what to do and when to do it when Bakugo Mamoru reached out to his grandfather about his grandson, Katsuki’s interest in Denki. He tried to protest, claiming that he already had an alpha, but his mother simply laughed at him and his father grabbed his face hard, nearly using an Alpha Command on him. Tears blurred his eyes as he nodded that he understood Bakugo Katsuki would be the only alpha for him and that he was never allowed to mention Eijiro again.

There was nothing wrong with Katsuki. In fact if he had never met Eijiro, Denki was sure he could’ve fallen in love with him, but he did. He did meet Eijiro and no other alpha compared. It wasn’t Katsuki’s fault nor was it his; when money is involved, feelings really don't matter. It had been during one of their chaperoned dates that by chance Eijiro walked into the same restaurant and his eyes locked on Denki’s. The omega had wanted to plead with him, but he gave him an expression that said ‘oh I understand’ and Denki cried so hard Katsuki thought he overstepped by not wearing scent patches and took him home with an apology.

When he was 16, his mother forced him to accept the blonde’s courtship offer and his fate was sealed. When he got home later that night, he realized that his nest had been completely ransacked. His baby blanket was gone, his favorite fuzzy blanket that he got when he first presented and his plushie.

The plushie had been hidden in the corner of his nest that Eijiro had gifted him before they changed schools. It had long lost the alpha’s scent but it brought him comfort — he was careful to keep it from his parents, but clearly not careful enough. His parents had also completely replaced the nesting mattress and base, saying something about him needing a proper nest now that he was a taken omega. Denki hated it because the new nest wasn’t comforting to him, it felt stiff and sterile and all he had was the blanket and shirt from Katsuki to fill it.

The day after he turned twenty, their engagement was announced and Denki fell apart when he caught the scent of sandalwood among the guests. He saw red eyes, ones that were slightly similar to Katsuki’s but not the same at all, and they were filled with anguish. His black hair is now a bright red and he seemed to be on his grandfather’s heels. Denki ended up at the bar toward the end of the party, watching how happy Katsuki acted as he chatted with his friends when Eijiro sat a few seats down. Denki sent a drink his way, an apricot fizz (please look my way) while EIjiro sent him back an old fashioned (I’ll go my way).

Denki felt like a zombie on the day of his wedding. His mother made him go through what she called a ‘professional omega cleanse’ — he was stripped down and every part of his body, inside and out, was scrubbed, hard. He was then humiliated by having to go through a ‘virginity exam’, something that no one but his own family pushed for. Apparently his parents were taking pride in what a perfect specimen their omega son was. Everyone cooed at the tears that ran down his eyes up at the altar, thinking the omega was overjoyed, but instead it was because he saw an emotionless expression on Eijiro’s face right after he said ‘I do’.

The omega tried. He really did, but Bakugo Katsuki would never be the alpha he held dear in his heart. The alpha really was the perfect mate and he would be…for someone else. He had hoped he’d get pregnant the first year, his heats were more miserable with Katsuki than without him, but he was used to not getting what he wanted from life. After a year he had enough and brought up spending their mating cycles apart. He could see Katsuki’s hesitation but most of Denki’s life was spent doing things he didn’t want so surely Kats could make this sacrifice for him. And he did. In fact Denki learned that Katsuki would bow to anything and everything the omega asked of him.

Denki had been married for three years when he finally saw Eijiro again — both leaving the same heat/rut clinic. Something about knowing Eijiro wasn’t sharing his ruts with another made the omega feel warm inside. He asked the alpha to a nearby cafe and that’s how it all began. Eijiro was still the puppy-dog that he had always been and apparently showed his grandfather he had more potential than his other grandsons. It was innocent, the alpha respecting the fact Denki was bound to another…all until Denki lied.

Telling Eijiro that Katsuki was more focused on work than him, that he was disgusted by the omega’s heat and he’d overheard the blonde saying their relationship was just transactional. He told him that Katsuki turned down a mating claim when in fact it was Denki’s parents that had — since a mating claim can only be broken upon death, they felt withholding it gave them an upper hand to potentially control the Bakugos (it did not). Eijiro had been livid and easily fell into the omega’s trap: so Denki would simply tell Katsuki he was heading to the clinic and instead go to the nearby hotel where Eijiro was waiting for him.

The omega was on cloud nine, his parents left him alone and he got the alpha he wanted. Eijiro doted on him, worshiped him and wholeheartedly loved him, he wanted for nothing when the alpha was around. But it was short-lived when Eijiro tried to end things, saying that it was wrong and he couldn’t stand the person who looked back at him in the mirror. So Denki lied, claiming Katsuki had a side piece, and some other things that got Eijiro to spend one more heat with him. But before he could try to figure out how to prolong his affair, he missed a cycle and a cheap plastic test told him he was royally fucked.

Six weeks. He was six weeks pregnant and it would be very apparent it wasn’t his husband’s. So the night of their fourth anniversary, after his mother-in-law’s comment about his appetite and his ‘pre-heat’ rebuttal led to him sleeping with his husband. It’s uncommon for an alpha/omega couple to get pregnant out of heat/rut periods but thankfully for Denki, his actions triggered Katsuki’s rut. But maintaining the lie wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. Katsuki, who was already a doting alpha, somehow became even more doting and wonderful, making it hard for Denki to really figure things out.

Katsuki wanted to attend the appointments, but they would say the gestation week and it wouldn’t line up with the timeline Katsuki had mapped out in his planner. At first he could use the alpha’s meetings as reasons he had to go alone, but that didn’t last long because he just asked Mitsuki to cover him. He wanted to see ultrasounds so Denki lied and said there was a power outage so the dates were wrong when the system rebooted. The hardest was hearing Kats going on and on about the anatomy scan, mainly because he already had it so he said he picked a random appointment and came home playing it off as he just now knew they were having a girl. The further along he got, the more attentive Katsuki got, the more annoyed Denki got — after all he wanted his pup’s sire to be doing these things, not Katsuki.

Denki really had thought that because Katsuki spent so much time around him, Yuika would accept him as her sire. Why couldn’t he get anything he wanted? He tried to play it off as normal behavior but his own instincts were going haywire by not having Eijiro around, by some other alpha touching Eijiro’s pup. Each time Yuika screamed, he wanted to shake her until she stopped and would listen. HE had always behaved. HE always did as he was told. HE always listened. HE never disobeyed. Why couldn’t SHE?! Suggesting Eijiro to be the one to come was his last stitch effort in getting her to just calm down for a second. But the moment he saw her relax in the redhead’s arms and Ei looked down at him with pure adoration, he knew that everything was ruined.

Katsuki waited a week to confront Denki, mainly because he had enough self respect to not make an ass out of himself in front of the plethora of visitors they had. He had called Mitsuki to watch Yuika as he talked to Denki, who thankfully didn’t try to lie about things. He stood there as the omega confessed, telling him the various lies Eijiro had been told and then he dropped to his knees in front of Katsuki. He begged the alpha not to leave him, that his parents would kill him if they ever found out and even offered up his mating claim to the alpha. He used the alpha’s love for Yuika to try to persuade him to stay.

As he looked at the omega he could no longer see the one he fell in love with, the one he wanted more than anything to spend forever with. But had Denki ever been that man or had it been rose colored glasses? He was disgusted he tried to use Yuika as a bargaining chip and it was because of the alpha’s love for her that he had to leave. The once fond memories were now tainted and he can’t promise that he won’t grow to resent her if he stays — maybe that’s selfish of him but he’d rather not know her than to end up hurting her.

He also cannot forgive Denki, he’s upset he cheated, but what really hurts was that the omega never talked to him. If he would’ve just told Katsuki about his feelings, about not being interested in him, he’d have helped out. It made his blood boil that the Kaminari’s had used their own son the way they had, but Denki made his choices on his own. He would’ve talked to his parents and ended the courtship where /he/ looked like the ‘bad guy’ rather than Denki and helped him any way that he could. The omega chose not to do that. He chose to lie, cheat, and manipulate and that bell couldn’t be unrang.

Katsuki left the apartment the next day, taking his clothes and personal items, leaving everything else to Denki. His in-laws tried manipulating him into staying with their son but his grandfather shut that down immediately and the divorce was swift and easy for the blonde alpha. By chance (read: he essentially stalked the hospital) he ran into Izuku a few months after the confrontation. He wasn’t sure why he felt such a pull to the nurse, but just the short conversations they shared had him feeling like a child with a puppy dog crush. A few weeks of ‘random’ run-ins and he finally asked the nurse for dinner.

- -

Izuku couldn’t help but like the attention from the blonde alpha, however it also felt wrong. Izuku’s fingertips gently grazed the scar on his mating claim as he watched his four year old, Kumi, coloring. If he hadn’t given birth himself, he’d be convinced his mate had done so. Kumi had his sire’s dark brown hair and heliodor-colored eyes, he’s so much like Kai that sometimes it hurts. All he has of Izuku is a handful of freckles dusting his nose.

Izuku met Chisaki Kai at work which didn’t surprise anyone, the omega basically lived there. Kai was a pediatric oncologist and they met in the cafeteria — both reached for the same last packaged melon pan. After both tried to pull the ‘no you’, the doctor relented taking it, but when he passed Izuku’s table he slipped it on the nurse’s tray. That singular event triggered a whirlwind romance that resulted in a mating claim ten months later. If you ask anyone in the hospital, they couldn’t name a couple that seemed more perfect.

There was no denying that Kai only had eyes for Izuku, the alpha was absolutely whipped for the tiny omega. The doctor always wore a black face mask, but the smiles on his face when Izuku was around or even mentioned were obvious. He doted on the greenette, always making sure he didn’t work too hard, making sure he took breaks when he needed and somehow all the alpha’s breaks ended up with him on the maternity floor. Everyone thought the two couldn’t get anymore disgustingly in love with each other, but then Izuku found out he was expecting. If Kai was over the top before, he was five times that during the pregnancy.

He just happened to be on the maternity floor nearly every hour to make sure the omega wasn’t overdoing it and that he was drinking his water. If he couldn’t, he’d page one of the OB-GYN to check in with his mate. At home, the alpha wouldn’t let Izuku lift a finger, constantly doting on Izuku and the pup; he even tried to carry him to the bathroom though the greenette put his foot down and said no. Kai attended every appointment, fulfilled every craving and talked to the baby daily. Izuku struggled to believe he deserved such a great alpha, but Kai was there to kiss away each negative thought and reassure him every time he needed it. Kai cried the day Kumi was born, thanking Izuku repeatedly for giving him an amazing life, mate and pup.

Things were perfect.

Until they weren’t.

Shortly after Kumi’s first birthday, Kai lost a patient — a little girl named Eri and he took it harder than most cases. He told Izuku he just wanted to go out for a night drive, something he would do after a bad day, so he kissed his omega and pup goodnight saying he’d be home soon. Izuku got a call from the hospital three hours later, telling him there’d be an accident. Truck ran a red light and crashed into Kai’s car, there was nothing they could do. For weeks Kumi cried for his “dada” but Izuku couldn’t give him the one thing he wanted and if it wasn’t for his mother, he’d have fallen completely apart.

It took eight months before he could go back to the hospital, thankfully he was able to take extended leave to be with Kumi and properly grieve. He smiled and was there for his patients but he wasn’t the same, nobody expected him to be. The first anniversary of Kai’s passing the omega was inconsolable, sobbing so hard he threw up and he couldn’t even look at Kumi for two days. Izuku felt like maybe Kumi looking exactly like Kai was his punishment for taking an alpha like Kai and keeping him all for himself, he was just a male omega born to a single dam after all. Nothing special.

For his third birthday Kumi asked for a superhero party and Izuku assumed it was because the two often watched All Might’s Mighty Adventures. Then one night Kumi surprised him by saying he wanted the superhero decorations that looked like his daddy and the omega sobbed for hours after his pup went to bed. Kumi then became a wonderful reminder of Kai’s love and compassion and Izuku felt like things were really working out for him. Then a blonde alpha showed up and threw his world upside down.

Izuku couldn’t deny the way he felt about Katsuki or the pull he felt toward the alpha. He didn’t just have himself to think of, but Kumi and then there was everything that happened with the omega in the hospital. Then there was his mating claim scar; typically when bonds break the mark fades within a year, but he and Kai had constantly marked each other, practically engraving their love on the other’s skin. A doctor told Izuku that it was rare, but it could happen when a pair repeatedly bite over the claim and that some old stories say it’s a sign of an undying love. Izuku wasn’t so sure another alpha would be okay with that kind of reminded of a past mate.

- -

Three Years Later

Eijiro’s exhausted, long hours in an office building isn’t what the alpha thought his life would be. When his grandfather found out about Denki and Yuika, he saw a whole different side of the man — he slapped Eijiro across the face and screamed at him. He told him that he was no better than his mother, just another mistress whore and a worthless alpha. Kenji had hoped Eijiro wouldn’t disappoint him, it’s why despite his illigitmacy he wanted Ei to take on one of their companies. Instead he got demoted to being a basic paper pusher, further darkening the black smudge that he was on the family’s name.

Kenji met with Kazuki (Denki’s grandfather) and Mamoru (Katsuki’s grandfather) to hope to smooth things over and make sure further endeavors weren’t tainted. Kazuki apologized for his family’s behavior, he had been in the dark about the whole thing and was willing to accept whatever the others decided, even if it was severing business ties. Mamoru said he wanted a clean divorce for Katsuki, they wouldn’t slander the Kaminari name in the press saying it was all due to irreconcilable differences and wouldn’t speak on the matter. Despite the clear evidence the blonde alpha wasn’t the sire, they would do a DNA test just to cover all the bases and protect Katsuki and the pup.

Kenji said that Denki and Eijiro would mate, not just marry and that it was non-negotiable. He wouldn’t allow Eijiro to further ruin the Kirishima name or have Denki embarrass his grandson by going around saying whatever to whichever alpha would listen. Kazuki agreed, the bond would be more as a punishment than a reward for their behavior, the two wanted to be together so badly, they would now spend the rest of their lives together. Eijiro would still be allowed a job within the family company to support the omega and pup, but he wouldn’t be in the limelight or seen at any events. That also meant that Denki wouldn’t be seen out either, he would be allowed to visit the family compounds but nowhere else.

The red-headed alpha drags his feet to go home, nothing’s been the same since that day at the hospital. When Denki told him he was pregnant, he never said anything about her being his, so he distanced himself. He didn’t attend any parties or anything affiliated with the Bakugo family. He was already struggling to live with himself being no better than his own parents, but when Denki texted he needed help getting home with the pup he felt the urge to help. Eijiro knew the second he saw that little girl that she was his daughter and when Denki leaned against him, he saw a life he always wanted. Then the truth came out: the omega lied to him, repeatedly.

Katsuki wasn’t a monster at all. He wasn’t more focused on work, he returned home early every day. He wasn’t disgusted by Denki’s heat, he was respecting what the omega asked him. He never called their relationship transactional, he was head over heels in love with him. He never denied a mating claim, Denki’s parents were withholding it. Katsuki never had a mistress, he spent all his time working to provide for his family or doting on Denki. Eijiro didn’t recognize Denki after he untangled all the lies, he surely wasn’t the omega he fell in love with all those years ago. And now…now he’s stuck with him.

- -

Denki finally has everything he had wanted, mated to Eijiro and had his pup, but it’s nothing like he thought it would be. Eijiro doesn’t bother to look at him and if he has to, he just gets a neutral unreadable expression. The only time he sees pieces of the alpha he loves is when Yuika is around or involved, she gets all the love and attention Denki wanted from the alpha and he /hates/ her for it. Once they left the hospital, he refused to do anything with her, demanding a wet nurse, night nurse, nanny, any and everyone that worked with pups to be hired to handle her. When his parents got wind of this, they berated him and Kenji allowed for Eijiro to have leave to bond with the pup.

The omega tries to entice Eijiro, flaunting his pheromones especially pre-heat ones, but to no avail. At first, Eijiro simply ignored Denki, then he began leaving boxes of scent patches around before telling the blonde to spend his heat in a clinic if he needed to. That only further upset Denki who tried to lock himself in their room for attention but got nothing from the alpha. Instead Eijiro moved into one of the spare rooms and continued on with life.

Denki watches as Eijiro comes into their apartment, face unreadable until Yuika rushes to him and the alpha lights up. He rolls his eyes as she asks about his day, excitedly telling him about hers and how her nanny made her lunch just like he does. The omega watches as Eijiro relives the nanny as he takes over childcare for the evening — playing games with her, making her dinner, giving her a bath, reading her a book before tucking her in. Denki watches as Eijiro walks out of her room and back into the main area of the house, it’s as though he doesn’t exist as the alpha moves around him.

“So you’re just not gonna speak?” He spits at his /mate/.

“You’d just lie anyways.”

The omega pushes himself off the couch and slams the front door behind him. He doesn’t give a fuck anymore that he’s supposed to stay out of sight, not cause anymore issues, he cannot stand being trapped in that suffocating house anymore. He misses the way things were with Katsuki — how HE was always first to the blonde alpha, HE was the one that loved and HE was the one that got all the attention. HE deserves those things, to be the one doted on and cared for, HE did everything he was told to so why was he being punished?

He’s turning a corner, heading towards some cafe when he freezes, hearing that all familiar husky voice. Denki realizes how awful he looks: dark bags under his eyes, oily hair, he’s exhausted and simply looks a mess. At first glance he probably looks like a tired parent, but it’s due to being mated to an alpha that he doesn’t have a solid bond with. But maybe his looks won’t matter, Katsuki has loved him pretty much his whole life, so he’ll see through such a trivial thing. He looks at his reflection in a shop window, fiddling with his hair and smoothing his shirt. Denki feels something for the first time since he was forced to mate Eijiro and excitedly walks towards the blonde alpha.

The omega’s face completely drops when he takes in the sight of Katsuki with a pup much older than Yuika on his shoulders. What really sours his mood is seeing the alpha walking next to a basic looking pregnant omega. How could Katsuki just replace him like that? Sure he wanted out, yeah he wanted to be with Eijiro, but Katsuki never showed interest in anyone else. He had even told Denki that, that no other omega had or would ever catch his eye, so Katsuki is just a liar! Not to mention he clearly lost any standards by being with someone that was no more than damaged goods with a pup.

That could’ve been him. Instead he’s stuck with Eijiro and Yuika, two people that make his life miserable. Two people that have done nothing but ruin his life and take away everything that he worked for. He hates them. He hates them. He hates them. He sees Katsuki laughing at something the pup said, smiling lovingly at that whore of an omega and Denki feels sick.

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Katsuki never thought he’d fall in love with another omega. His whole life was Denki Denki Denki. Then he met Izuku. Waiting an appropriate time to approach the omega had been difficult because he was ready right then, that moment he left Denki, he was ready. But that wouldn’t be fair to Izuku especially since he knew the story, it would make the greenette feel like a rebound — he could not have that.

Izuku had been upfront and completely honest with Katsuki. On the first date he told the alpha that he had a late husband, a pup, and a mating scar. He told him that if any of that bothered Katsuki, there’d be no hard feelings between them. With such kindness in his eyes, he bluntly told Kats that he didn’t want to waste either one of their time. The blonde wanted to say he loved him right there in that moment, but he settled for simply nodding; his honesty was refreshing after everything.

It took six months for him to meet Kumi and despite not being a newborn, Kats was worried he’d reject his scent. To both his and Izuku’s surprise, within an hour of their first meeting Kumi blatantly told them the alpha’s scent was comforting. At first Katsuki was worried that with Kumi, he’d be living in Kai’s shadow — he never wanted to replace his sire, just be another alpha figure he could look up to. He just wanted to add to those the pup felt safe around. A year in, while he was tucking Kumi into bed, the pup looked up and said “did you know my Daddy was a superhero? Pretty cool huh?” Without skipping a beat, the alpha said that was amazing and retold a story Izuku told him, smiling as Kumi’s eyes sparkled.

Nearly two years into their relationship, Kumi called Kats ‘papa’ in passing; he never noticed the large loop he had thrown the couple into. Izuku immediately felt horrible, that he selfishly moved too fast and now his son was forgetting his sire; something that the omega swore he never would let happen. Katsuki panicked, worried he overstepped, worried he somehow messed up. Then the pup asked, “hey Papa, did Ma ever tell you about the time Daddy…”

Katsuki is nervous. Like to the point it feels like his stomach is turning inside out and he’s gonna puke. Technically he’s been in this exact position before, standing next to an omega giving birth, but this time it’s different. This time the love between them is mutual, everything he does is appreciated, and it’s so clear what was missing in his past relationship.

The nurses pass the tiny little pup back to Izuku who coos preciously before telling Kumi to look at his baby sibling. Kumi has a huge smile on his face, excited to finally meet them. Discreetly (read: not discreet at all) Katsuki sniffs himself, worried that the pup will reject his scent just like Yuika did. Izuku reassured him that won’t happen, never taking offense at the alpha’s worry, but he couldn’t help it. Time hasn’t fully healed that wound — he had even gone as far as having Izuku heavily scent him before they came to the hospital.

The tiny bundle is offered to Katsuki who gently takes them. His hands are sweaty as he pulls the swaddled pup into his chest, heart nearly beating out of his chest. He closes his eyes and waits. He waits for the babe to start screaming, to become uncomfortable and search for a different scent, just like Yuika had done. He braces himself, tears pooling in his eyes as any moment now the pup will wake unsettled.

That never comes.

When he opens his eyes, he sees a peacefully sleeping pup in his arms. No screaming. No fussing. No fear. Tempting fate, he pulls the baby up closer to his chest, letting out just a bit more of his pheromones knowing things will drastically change. They don’t. Instead the pup wiggles to get a bit more comfortable before relaxing into Katsuki’s hold and the alpha loses it. He starts crying, unable to stop the waterworks as Izuku tries to comfort him. Kumi very proudly states that he told his Papa he wouldn’t stink to the new baby and Mitsuki finds herself holding back laughs as she records the entire scene.

It took time, as with all things, but Katsuki’s heart completely healed — thanks to a wonderful green-haired nurse, of course.

#my hero academia #boko no hero academia #bakudeku #bakugo x midoriya #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #chisaki kai #cw infidelity #cw cheating #omegaverse au #omegaverse #alpha katsuki #alpha kirishima #omega Kaminari #omega izuku

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singlemindeadly · 7 months

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#my condolences #i just want y'all to know that this is happening bc geto died first #bakugo and dazai wouldnt have made it without their stupid husbands #horikoshi has never let me down but gege is never even glimpsing the corridor to the gates of heaven #i cant believe he cheated death like fifty times for it to just gojover like this #bnha leaks #bsd #jjk #bakugo katsuki #purrsonal

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sems-diarie · 2 years

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i don’t think bakugou wld be upset if u asked for a prenup. he’s very much a realist. for him, it’s less about whether or not the two of you will split—he uses it as a chance to legally draft a will and set aside money to take care of you in the future, no matter what happens in your relationship.

#always ask for a prenup babes.#always always always #and put a cheating clause in it!#bakugou katsuki x reader #mha x reader

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yapmayavallami · 1 year

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Husband Why Do You Hate Me?

(Bakugou katsuki x reader)

Warnings: fighting, pregnancy, cheating, bakugou is a complete shit, Unhappy marriage, postpartum depression

You and Katsuki weren't married.

You were just two strangers who hurt each other.

You tried to love Katsuki, but he wouldn't let you. There was only one woman in his heart

You never found out about that other woman.

Why did she seek love from him when you were there?

What did she give him that you didn't?

Katsuki came home late every day. Sometimes he even forgot you were home. All he thought about was the other woman and only her.

Every night you thought about how to save your marriage. What should you have done?

All these thoughts were burning your brain. How would you save your marriage?

How would you eliminate the other woman?

But you could never get rid of the other woman. You just watched her take your husband away.

You couldn't do anything else.

Your family Your friends would always ask when you were going to have children. Just put on a fake smile and say you don't have time for children

But suddenly you had an idea.

Maybe if you had a child with him, he'd come back to you.

The idea made sense at first, but then it seemed crazy. But you didn't stop.

You gathered your courage and decided to talk to the katsuki.

He had arrived late again and was drunk.

"Katsuki," you called in your weak voice.

He squinted his eyes and looked at you

"What's up, bitch?" He made fun of you.

You were scared, but it was the only way to save your marriage.

"I want a child with you!" Katsuki was surprised by your confession.

He grinned, "If you want it so badly, bitch, I'll make sure I implant your child in your womb."

You slept with him.

You slept with him because you loved him.

But he...

He was just using you to get over her.

A few weeks later you started to get signs of pregnancy. That was good news. You went to a pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test right away.

When you take the test.

When you take the test in your hand to see the result.

You saw the double line,

You were pregnant

You were so excited to tell Katsuki.That day you called Katsuki before he got home from work and told him to come early. Even though she didn't give a shit about you, you tried not to let it get you down. You made the most delicious food you could. The only thing missing was katsuki.

You waited for him for hours.But he didn't come.

How many times did you call her, how many times did you text her? You didn't remember. Your eyes were only on the door. You could hardly stop yourself from crying.

Suddenly the door opened and it was katsuki "I had some important business to take care of. I was late" he lied

He went to the other woman again

"I waited for you for hours. Is that your only excuse?" you shouted. He looked at you. "Is there a reason why I came here early?" He didn't even say "home". You were so angry, "I'm pregnant!" "What the fuck are you?" This time you calmed down a bit and said "I'm pregnant". "Whose child is it?"

Whose child is it

Was what he said true?

You were going crazy. How could he accuse you of such a thing. You didn't cheat on him.At first you couldn't say anything. You were just silent, but then you started talking. "I didn't cheat on you. I swear to God this child is yours."

He just said, "Okay, fine," as he walked into the bedroom. All your preparations were in vain. He would never love you as much as he loved her.

Months had passed and you held your daughter in your arms.

Megumi bakugou

Your daughter had hair like katsuki, she looked a lot like him.

But Megumi didn't save your marriage. Katsuki even came to her birth. Things had gotten to a point we never thought possible. Why didn't this child save your marriage or did he have a child with the other woman?

What kind of mother were you? You didn't even care about her. Katsuki realized after a while that you didn't care about Megumi.

I was angry with Megumi for not saving your marriage. You didn't want to feed her. you didn't want she.

Just as you were coming out of the bathroom, he grabbed your arm. Megumi was on your lap and she was angry again. "What's wrong?" you said. "What happened? What kind of a mother are you? I've been feeding our daughter supplementary food for two weeks and she's only eight months old. Why did you give birth if you couldn't take care of her"

He was right, but we didn't want to hear him. "Fuck off."

"If you really want me to go, I'll go fine, but I'll never leave Megumi with you."

Katsuki quickly dressed Megumi. You just stood there, your voice shaking, "Where are you going?" Katsuki answered immediately.

"To the woman who should have been Megumi's mother!"

"You can't take my daughter to that woman! I won't let her! She's my daughter, not hers!"

Who asked your permission, bitch? Do you think I'm an idiot? If you weren't a shitty mother, your daughter would be with you right now." As you prepared to walk out the door, you begged her "Katsuki, I will never neglect Megumi again. I'm sorry, please don't take Megumi to that woman."

He didn't even listen to you, he slammed the door hard in your face. The cold wind that blew with the closing of the door hit your skin.

You lost your daughter because of your stupidity.

All because you were jealous of the other woman.

Maybe Katsuki was right, she could take better care of Megumi than you. She could have loved her more than you.

Maybe you were the other woman, you destroyed their happy family.

You were just jealous.

can't find a headconos topic😰

#cheater!bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #cheating #katsuki bakugo mha #postpartum #tw depressing stuff #tw cheating #x reader #regret #bakugou x you #anime #mha fanfiction #headconon #fight #my hero academia #anime aesthetic #Spotify #yapmayavallami

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sweetarethediscords · 10 months

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“Fool Me Once” - Part 5

Pairing: Kacchako, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

CW: Cheating, Underage Drinking

<- Previous Part | From the Beginning

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Katsuki was able to spend the rest of the weekend in seclusion.

The small stash of food he kept in his dorm room mini fridge and the convection cooktop he stored under his bed for the nights the more inept members of his class had cooking duty served him well, allowing him to stay in his little bubble. A bubble where everything was quiet, where he could get lost in books, build that Gundam model his mom bought for him last Christmas. No manga or music though. The manga he read was much too… optimistic, and the music would mean his phone would have to be on.

Maybe for this Christmas he’d ask for a record player. Anything to make cell phones less of a necessary evil than they already were, filled with stupid text messages, and pictures, and status updates, and shame, and guilt.

He couldn’t do anything about the necessary evil known as time, however, but if he ever met someone with a Time Manipulation quirk he’d sure as shit make good friends with them if it meant avoid shit like the long, agonizing walk to Homeroom after shattering one of your best friends’ heart and lying to her about it.

Well not lying, omitting the truth about it.

Going behind her back and manipulating her.

Betraying her and having the gaul to think he did it for her honor.

And then ignore her after the fact because he was too much of a self-loathing selfish prick to take his fucking guilt on the chin.

Maybe he should call out sick. His stomach was starting to cramp.

“Bakubro!” Eijirou called, giving Katsuki a moment of warning before he clapped his hand onto his shoulder. “I thought you died or something! Were you that hung over? The guys and I’ve been texting you like crazy.”

Katsuki glanced over to find the redhead smiling much too tightly, his jaw tense, a vein bulging in the corner of his temple. Ei’s eyes shifted, gesturing over and over again to something just behind them.

Katsuki, against his best interest, looked over his shoulder and found a mound of pink curls and two, watery, black eyes.

“Oh Kitty Kat!” Mina lamented, taking his attention as permission to hug him. “I’m so sorry! You must be so heartbroken!”

Her arms, meant to be comforting, felt like a vice around his waist.

“I’m proud of you for coming out today. And I’m so so so sorry for not checking in on you! I was just so worried about Chako Chip that—

“Don’t worry about it, Pinky,” he patted her hand before peeling her arms off of him. He cleared his throat and asked the question he’d been avoiding. “How’s she holding up?”

Mina pursed her lips into a sour pout. “I was hoping you’d know.”

Katsuki’s chest hurt. “Why the hell would I know?”

“Because both of you have been holed up in your rooms since that night. I figured if y’all weren’t talking to us you’d at least be talking with each other.” She turned to Eijirou and grabbed his arm. “Now I’m really worried, Ei. Chako wasn’t at breakfast this morning. Tsu hasn’t—”

Eijirou took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’m sure she just needs time, babe.” His eyes left her face to look at Katsuki. “You sure you’ve heard nothing?”

“My phone’s been off.” He fished the glorified glass brick out of his pocket. “I could check.”

“Yeah, check it once we get to class, bro.” He grabbed Katsuki’s shoulder again, a slight bit of tension in the hold that only made Katsuki’s stomach cramp more. “Don’t be surprised if you get a bunch of notifs though, we all were trying to get a hold of you.”

Katsuki rolled his shoulder to knock Ei’s hand off. “You could have knocked, ya know? I fucking live next door to you.”

“’Unless you’re dying, I’m dying, or the whole class is fucking dying, don’t fucking knock on my door,’” Ei replied in his best, curmudgeonly impression of the blond. “I didn’t hear you die, and you weren’t responding to texts so—” He shrugged. “I figured you just needed space.”

What I need is for whatever you want me to look at on my phone to not be there, Katsuki thought. Instead he just tsked, and rolled his eyes. “Fine. Right call. I would have blasted your face in.”

The walk down the hall to their homeroom was haunting. Was the hall always this quiet? Did it always echo their footsteps like that? Katsuki’s palms were sweating, his cramping stomach knotting tighter and tighter with each step. The only thing keeping him moving was his own stubbornness and the pair of footsteps trailing right behind him.

He grabbed the door handle, grip a little more crushing than intended, and held his breath as he opened it – not knowing what to find.

They were greeted with laughter. Happy, bubbly laughter.

Much too happy, bubbly laughter from someone who’s heart had been ripped out of her chest just short of 48 hours ago.

Ochako was laughing up a storm with Denki and Hanta, Tsu standing by her side the only ill-fitting piece to the scene with her uneasy smile compared to the wide grins of the others. The uneasy smile drifted towards Mina, froggy eyes pleading in confusion, searching for an answer Katsuki knew Mina couldn’t give.

He couldn’t give it either, unable to help his direct befuddled glare at her as he stepped beside her.

“Hey, Bakugou!” Her chipper disposition hit his chest before rising up to meet his face. “I was hoping you’d show up. You feeling better?”

“Yeah. Cheeks. Doing just peachy.” He scanned her expression, watching carefully for the truth behind that megawatt smile. There was no way she’d recovered that quickly. When her favorite manga ended she was red-eyed and mopey for a full week after. And that series had a happy ending. “And you?”

She shrugged and giggled. A forced giggle. More even and clipped on the edges, that her usual melodic laugh. “Finally got over my headache, thank goodness.” She looked to Denki and Hanta and rolled her eyes. “Remind me never to mix schnapps and vodka again.”

They laughed.

“I’m telling ya ‘Chako you gotta go green with me one day,” Hanta said. “No more hangovers, still having a good time, and it’ll save your liver.”

Ochako giggled again. “Maybe next time.” She turned back to Katsuki. “I wanted to ask if you were feeling up to a spar session tonight.”

“Tonight?” He looked past the bright facade in her eyes and found the pleading. Guilt made his chest ache. “What time?”

“Anytime works for me. Just gotta finish up whatever homework we get assigned today then I’m free as a bird.”

“We got that thing after dinner, Bakubro, remember?” Hanta interjected, pointedly staring at him. This had to be part of whatever bullshit Eijirou was hinting at.

Katsuki groaned. “It ain’t gonna take the whole fucking night, will it?”

“I don’t think so, but ya never know. When us guys get together—”

“How’s seven sound?” He cut him off. He didn’t want to spend anymore time necessary with the fuckers right now. Not when they were the dumbasses that got him into this fucking mess.

Ochako’s smile inched even wider. “Seven sounds, perfect. Meet you at our usual room?”

“Yup.”

The warning bell rang, prompting them to take their seats.The desk behind Katsuki’s remained empty.

Course the nerd wouldn’t show the fuck up. The future number one is probably clutching All Might’s pant leg crying about—

Aizawa entered the room just before the late bell rang, Izuku following behind with his head down before he broke off to take his seat.

Katsuki fought against the urge to trip him, and instead pulled out his phone to keep from giving the nerd the satisfaction of a death glare and turned it on. It shook in his hand violently as he held it hidden under his desk, each pulse of a new notification slicking his palms in more sweat. He wiped his hand on his pants, passing the phone from hand to hand so it wouldn’t slip out and clatter on the floor until the buzzing stopped.

42 notifications. The top message read: “Operation Milo Emergency Meeting. 2nd floor study hall, library north wing. 6pm.”

Fuck.

🔍🔍🔍🔍🔍

“So,” Hanta said with a heavy sigh. “That didn’t go as planned.”

“Of course it fucking didn’t, numbnuts!” Katsuki roared, voice shaking off the sound proof glass. “Where’s you fucking ‘class unity’ now, huh?!”

“I’m sure it ain’t that bad guys,” Tetsu naively reassured. “I saw Uraraka on my way back from math class. She was smiling!”

“She was smiling, but everyone else isn’t,” Shoto said, pretty boy face drawn into a pretty boy pout. “In all my three years here I’ve never had a quiet meal unless it was after a huge battle. You could hear a pin drop during lunch and dinner.”

“Thanks for stepping up to fight against Midoriya in one v. ones today, Sho,” Ei said. “Last thing we need is Aizawa catching on to what happened.

“Tch. Fucking please. Teach already knows.” Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest squeezing himself to stave off the growing urge to knock every last one of them’s teeth in. “Wasn’t a coincidence that he and Aizawa came in to home room together, and it wasn’t a fucking coincidence that the nerd wasn’t asked a fucking question during any of our classes.”

“Shit.” Tetsu’s teeth worried at his bottom lip. “You think we’re gonna get detention or something?”

“I think Aizawa couldn’t give a rat’s ass so long as this bullshit doesn’t fuck with our studies.”

“And besides,” Shoji added, voice calm and measured. “Outside of the party stuff, if anyone were to be punished it’d be Bakugou.”

Katsuki straightened up, glaring daggers into Shoji’s eyes. “You wanna run that back?”

Shoji was unperturbed by his ire. “Operation Milo was your idea, wasn’t it? You wanted to do something to press the issue.” The unjudging, matter-of-fact way of speaking sent a chill down Katsuki’s spine. “Too much pressure too quickly causes things to break.”

Katsuki ground his teeth. “Then why didn’t you stop me?”

“Enough burns to the face have taught us all to leave well enough alone when you’ve set your mind to something.”

“Shoji, dude,” Ei admonished lightly, and placed a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. “We all wanted to do something and your idea—”

Katsuki swatted his hand away. “Don’t try it, Shitty Hair. He’s gotta point.”

A heavy silence lingered as each beat of Katsuki’s heart threatened to cave his chest in.

“So what do we do now?” Shoto asked.

“Fucking nothing,” Katsuki scoffed. “We’ve already shit the bed. No use rolling around in it.”

“Or we could clean the sheets,” Hanta offered. “If Midoriya and Uraraka show everyone that there’s no bad blood between them—”

“But Chako is all smiles.” Tetsu interrupted. “Why would anyone—”

“Because she’s faking it,” Katsuki answered. “If things were good between her and the nerd they’d be talking to each other, eating lunch like usual, goofing around with Glasses… the girls only lunch they had today is proof enough that everything isn’t okay.”

“Well, you’re sparring with her after this, right?” Hanta asked, already knowing the answer. “Talk to her about Midoriya, see if you can—”

“I ain’t seeing shit. I already fucked her up enough.” Katsuki grabbed his gym bag and stood. “I ain’t playing mind games with her.”

“Where are you going?” Shoto asked.

“This conversation is going nowhere. We made this mess, meddling will only spread the shit. Let’s just fucking lie in it and let time work it out.”

He slammed the door behind him as he left, cutting off whatever bullshit excuse they were about to spew next.

Katsuki’s knees gave out just outside the gym, the guilt, the nerves, the self loathing finally getting the better of him. He managed to make it to a nearby tree and leaned his head back up against the trunk as he sat and tried to catch the breath that kept escaping him. Fuck sparring with Cheeks, his heart was racing enough to make up for all the cardio routines he skipped this weekend.

Would telling her make it better? Worse? How fragile was she? She hadn’t texted him this weekend while he was AWOL, so maybe she was holding up better than he realized. Or maybe someone let it slip that he masterminded this whole fiasco, that he Izuku was shopping around with Melissa and the sparring session was a ruse for her to kick his ass.

Honestly he deserved to have his ass kicked, deserved to let the earth swallow him whole and send him down to—

Two small, soft, finger-padded hands clasped the sides of his face, clearing the tears blurring his vision.

When had he started crying?

“Bakugou? Are you alright?” Ochako asked.

He sniffled, blinking his eyes to clear the tears. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” She wiped a tear from his cheek with her thumb. “It’s okay if you aren’t.” A sad smile, a true smile curled her lips. “I know I’ve cried so much these past few days my pillow is waterlogged.”

A fresh spring of tears welled up in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head and tutted. “You don’t have to apologize for crying to me. We’ve been through a lot.” She stood and offered out her hand. “Let’s throw it all out on the mat, huh? I’m warning you now though. My hits are really gonna pack a punch.”

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Next Part ->

#kacchako #kacchako fanfic #angst #cheating #romance #friends to lovers #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #uraraka ochako #uraraka #bnha #third years #aged up characters #fool me once

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mhathotfic · 3 months

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I was writing something else but this thought popped up in my head and won’t leave me alone so here’s a short piece, maybe I’ll revisit it later if y’all enjoyed it.

Warnings: hybrid au, cheating/cucking, reader is unremorseful about it, afab reader with she/her pronouns, ends in a mmf threesome

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader (+ cuck boyfriend who I didn’t name but was totally thinking of Midoriya)

She thinks you’re supposed to feel ashamed. “I love you” means something, it’s like a promise to some. A promise you’ll stay faithful and committed. So she doesn’t think it should be so easy for her to go behind her boyfriend’s back in his own bed like this.

But fuck, did it feel good.

Maybe it makes her a bitch, but she really doesn’t care. He shouldn’t have gotten the large dog hybrid with consulting her and he should have done a better job of checking his temperament and attitude before bringing him home.

It’s really not her fault if Katsuki is a domineering type who made his desires known the minute they were alone together.

And he’s always out of town for business, leaving his poor girlfriend and her needy little pussy all alone with a big strong man who wanted her.

What was she supposed to do? Not let him fuck her until she was leaking cum?

Maybe she should be more mindful of the time though. Her boyfriend was meant to be home soon, they didn’t have time to fuck before he arrived. So she should have said no when Katsu started grabbing at her in that needy manner.

Should have told him they didn’t have time, but she didn’t.

She should have been ashamed to be caught by the man standing numbly in the doorway. Watching with a slack jaw as his hybrid fucked his girlfriend.

He should be furious, but he found himself curiously aroused by how well she took such rough treatment.

The blond’s hand holding her down by the back of her neck while the other snaked its way under her to play with her clit. He’s growling at her to take his knot and with that dazed and eager smile she has it’s certainly not the first time she’s felt buried in her cunt.

He swallows trying to find the words he wants to say.

‘How could you’?

‘How long’?

‘What the hell’?

“A-are you going to cum? Is he going to make you cum?” isn’t what he expected to come out, but he can’t seem to find it in him to wonder about why as he watches her squirm and squeal out a whiny yes as Katsuki finally pushed his knot in.

He should be devastated, but he finds it hard to be when his girlfriend happily takes him into her mouth and lets him watch round two

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poppy-thatcher · 1 year

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Kintsugi (Bakugo Katsuki)

A/N: I don't even care if anyone reads or likes this one. It's 100% self-indulgent. Though, I guess they all are. But this one let me get stuff off my chest that I've been bottling up.

All this to say... I've recently broken up with my boyfriend of 6 years.

The argument at the beginning is, more or less, how our last conversation went. I held back on some of the more cruel things he said to me. And the part after... that's me mending my broken heart the only way I know how to. With protective, cocky, Pro-Hero Bakugo.

You thought he was your forever... but who knew forever had an expiration date. But no worries... your shattered heart won't stay broken for long. And him, he plans to mend your shattered pieces with gold.

Warnings: Cursing from you-know-who. Suggestive talk.

Everything with him tonight felt forced. His smile wasn’t as bright, his attention a little spacey. When I gingerly walked him to his car, clutching my hurt side tightly in my hand, he spun to face me. The sheen in his eyes glossed them more than normal. My heart hammered in my chest. This look was very familiar to me. One I didn’t want to see ever again, one I was promised I’d never bear witness to again. A look I witnessed when we took our 3-month break after 3 years of being together.

With a wavering semblance of braveness, I stepped in front of him, my eyes immediately catching his as I spoke words I didn’t want to.

“Just… just talk to me, please,” I muttered, trying to get him to open up to me, to relay an ounce of what he was feeling. “I can see the pain in your eyes when you look at me, please stop hiding whatever it is you’re afraid to tell me!”

“I’m… I’m moving back home in a few months!” He shouted, a single tear streaking down his handsome face.

He knew this new adventure was something I couldn’t follow him on. He knew I had things here that tied me down to my location, my home.

“I love you more than I’ve loved anyone or anything,” he gently smiled at me, “But I can’t stay here with you any longer. This place makes me feel like my life is stagnant, like I’m wasting my time. I need to get out of here.”

“Oh.” I quietly said.

“We don’t have to split up right away. I’ll be here a few more months before I head back. We can spend our last months together, making memories.”

I nodded, a hollow feeling in my chest, and stepped back. For the first time in our 6-year relationship, I didn’t feel like seeing him or being in close proximity to him.

“Are you okay?”

I didn’t know how to answer that loaded question. My recent surgery left me weak, mentally and physically. Then the person my life circled around, the person I sacrificed pieces of myself for to make sure stayed happy, felt as though his life was stagnant. I had felt like the world’s biggest failure. What good was I if I couldn’t even make my closest friend feel like life with me was something worth sticking around for? Adding an impending expiration date on what we shared didn’t seem like the healthy option but my nerves made me keep those thoughts to myself. Maybe, just maybe, the little time afforded was better than nothing.

Silent tears streaked down my face. I gently wiped them away and looked into his alluring eyes.

“I understand that you have to go. But remember that I’ll miss you more than you can imagine.”

And he tightly pulled me into his chest, holding me close.

I quietly whispered, “I wish you would stay with me, but I understand why you have to go.”

He scoffed and pushed away from me a bit, “That’s a really selfish thing to say!”

I blinked rapidly, my eyes making contact with his, trying to figure out if his loud tone was genuine or if he was joking.

“Sorry?” I said, or more like questioned, unsure how to handle the new situation. Apologies always fell so easily from my lips in an attempt to stop the ever-ticking time bomb from combusting.

“Are you really though?” He asked, his brows furrowing as he kept me at arm’s length.

“For telling you how I really feel? No. I guess I’m sorry that I shared my feelings with you though.” I snapped back.

He gently pushed me away from his hold, pushing himself a few steps away to create space between us again.

“My life is stagnant because you made it that way! You,” and he exhaled, running his hands through his shoulder-length hair, “you made my life stagnant. You’re this burden I didn’t ask for, this dead weight that I can’t bother to carry. I deserve to live my life without dealing with your problems. I have my own to take care of.”

I loudly swallowed, attempting to keep my tears at bay. I pushed as far away as I could, not wanting him to hear the moment my heart shattered beyond repair.

“I didn’t ask for your help…” and he quickly cut off my rant.

“You’ve done absolutely nothing with your life and I don’t want that to be me! If I stay with you, here, I’ll end up sad and pathetic like you. So I’m moving.”

I nodded, putting my head down to not display the silent tears streaking down my face.

He stepped close, heavily sighing, and raised my face to look into his stupid mesmerizing eyes.

“Making you cry was the last thing I wanted to do.”

I pulled my face out of his hands, keeping my eyes to the ground.

Knowing someone I cared deeply about felt this way about me broke me to my core. He knew I felt this way about myself. He knew hearing these things would undoubtedly hurt me beyond repair. He knew this was something I struggled with immensely. Feeling like I was a burden, like I wasn’t enough, like I was just wandering through life trying to find my purpose and coming up empty-handed every time.

“We can stay together until I move, if you want. I don’t want us to end this way, on this horrible note.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, wondering why he thought that was something I’d even want to do. No matter how much I stupidly still loved and cared for him, being with someone when there was an expiration date didn’t feel all that healthy. Even more so when I knew I was nothing but a burden to him.

“I’d really rather not. No sense in staying some place I'm not wanted.” I exhaled, trying to stay strong and stop the tears from flowing.

“I thought you loved me?” he snarled, scoffing back at me.

“Funny, I could say the same to you. But you don’t feel that way about someone you love. Someone you love is never a burden, never dead weight. They’re someone you encourage… not put down.”

“Oh, now you’re just being a selfish asshole about it!”

I scoffed again, realizing this idiot never loved me. Not in the way that I loved him. He couldn't possibly love me with the way he was dismissing my feelings so casually. The way he always did, now that I thought about it. It was clear that he only ever loved himself.

I spun to go back inside my apartment but was quickly turned to face my new ex.

“There’s no coming back from this. Walk away now and I’ll not look back, I’ll not love you ever again.”

I roughly yanked my arm from his grasp, “Like you ever did.”

And I slammed the door in his face.

I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, mindlessly trying to juggle everything in my hands while I made my way through the people to get to the cash register that sat on the other side of the store.

I could see my destination in sight. But before I could even make it that far someone bumped into me, sending all my held items tumbling to the floor.

I pouted and kneeled, beginning to pick them up slowly, mentally trying to figure out how I would balance them again by myself.

His voice cut through the air as he called my name. My heart clenched and I quickly looked up into his familiar mesmerizing eyes.

“Wow, it’s good to see you! You look…. well... you look great!” he smiled down at me, not helping me pick my things off the ground, just watching as I struggled.

I smiled and quietly thanked him, not wanting to be rude and have him cause a scene. I went back to my task, paying him no mind. After a few struggles, I stood, hands full once again, and saw that he was still standing in front of me. He looked down to my full arms and gave me this smug look.

“Retail therapy? Still brokenhearted after all these months?” he smirked that deadly smirk that always made my heart race.

It did absolutely nothing to me this time.

I lightly laughed.

“You think I’m still hung up on you?”

And he leaned in close to me, making me try to take a step back, newly realizing I was already far too close to a clothing display to afford that luxury.

“You’re not?” And he brushed his fingers across my new bangs, carding his hand through my hair as I tried to find a way to make space between us.

“I’d sure as hell hope not. Not when she’s got someone like me to turn to!” I heard the gruff voice behind him.

I exhaled, finally feeling more at ease.

Katsuki pushed my ex out of my personal space and grabbed all the clothes I had in my hands, tsking and glaring at my ex for not even offering me any help. He winked my way and went to the cash register, everyone parting ways for the big Pro-Hero.

My ex opened his mouth like he was going to say something. But Katsuki’s booming voice cut him off.

“Oi, short shit… get that perfect ass over here!” he said, knowing his words made my face heat up and my cheeks and ears to tinge pink.

“Sorry,” I said to my ex, passing him.

Old habits die hard.

My ex, unknowingly to me, followed slowly behind. No doubt, to see what I was doing with a Pro-Hero.

“Do you have to be so loud?” I quietly murmured, blushing Katsuki’s way.

He smirked, making my face that much more red, and pulled me tightly into himself, coiling his hands around my waist and resting them at the apex of my butt.

“I don’t havta be, sweet cheeks,” he said, nudging my nose with his perfect one, “but I want that idiot of an ex to stay the fuck away from what’s mine.”

“Yours, huh?” I smirked back, biting my lower lip.

Katsuki’s eyes immediately drifted to my lips and then his vibrant vermilion eyes met mine quickly.

“Why did you have to get so much stuff?!?” he whined, turning to the cashier who was still ringing my items up, but not daring to remove his hands from my waist.

“You said go wild!” I laughed, “You could have gotten here sooner, ya know? So you could reign me in!”

“No, no. I wanted ya to get the things ya wanted. I just… I need ya like right fuckin’ now. And this is gonna take us all day!”

“It will not, you’re such a baby!” I laughed as he grabbed me tightly in his arms, nuzzling his head into my chest as I ran my fingers through his soft hair, making him purr.

“So… you using the hero for his money?” my ex said, finally making himself known.

Katsuki didn’t move from his position, just turned his head to make eye contact with my ex. He didn’t say anything but the glare he gave him made my ex take a step back.

“It’s just… she wasn’t particularly well off when we split. And it’s only been a handful of months since then. I didn’t think she’d replace me that quickly. Not to mention, she’s probably not found anything she’s particularly good at, right? She still kinda stagnant in life?”

I loudly swallowed, trying to not let my ex’s words get to me. Before I could say anything Katsuki stood straight up but kept me tightly in his arms.

“I’m gonna explain shit to you so your dumbass might learn somethin'. One, she’s not using me for my money. I care for her deeply and takin’ care of all her needs, gettin’ to see that beautiful fuckin’ smile is worth more than money can ever buy. Two, she’s not required to figure herself out in a set timeframe. Some of us take time to grow and learn what we want outta life. What she needed was someone to challenge her, inspire her, and encourage her to do and be whatever the fuck she wants to be. Whenever the hell she wants to be it. I got nothin’ but time when it comes to her.” And he pushed my bangs back, kissing my forehead, as I blushed again.

My ex stood there, brows pulled together, mouth agape. Katsuki turned back his way, keeping me tightly to his side as his hand rubbed methodically on my bare arm.

“By the way. She’s not stagnant. I’ve had her for 4 months and she’s blossomed into everything I could have needed her to be. She’s attentive and a people pleaser. I might have taken advantage of that fact a few times. She’s understanding of me and my hero work. And she’s just genuinely great at everything she does. I wouldn’t change a fuckin’ thing about her beautiful ass. How’s your life goin’ though, pal? Weren’t you supposed to move back to your hometown or some shit like that?” Katsuki laughed, handing the cashier his card, “hey, your loss is my gain. And I ain’t letting her go as easily as you did. I’m gonna marry her and make her have all my fuckin’ kids.”

“Jokes on you, she didn’t want kids!” my ex laughed.

Katsuki smirked at him, then looked at me, “She probably didn't wanna have them with a man-child like you. But she’ll have my kids. Won’t ya, kitten?”

I nodded, blushing, thinking about all the things Katsuki was promising me. I had never met a man who knew what he wanted before. It was shocking and very refreshing.

“Also, it’s her birthday, fuck face. I’d spend my whole paycheck on her if she’d only let me.”

The cashier handed me my bags and Katsuki quickly took them from me, tucking me into his side and kissing my forehead.

“I’m not sure why you’re still hangin’ around. But we’re headin' to my place so I can give her another, bigger, better birthday gift. You’re not invited. I don't share. Later, idiot.” And he pulled us past my ex, making me smile from ear to ear.

When we stepped outside I pulled myself from Katsuki’s side, bending over, hands on my knees, to catch my breath.

“Damn, babe. Are you okay?” Katsuki asked, gently trying to move my curtained hair from my face so he could assess me.

I took a huge gasp in, throwing my head back, finally releasing my loud laugh.

He rolled his eyes lightly chuckling to himself.

“You scared the shit out of me, asshole! Jeez!” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to his fancy car that Valet had brought around.

“Sorry, but goodness. I couldn’t have asked for a better chance encounter with that jerk. You have just given me the most incredible birthday gift ever!” I said, finally standing in front of him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and playing with his hair that loosely hung at his nape.

“Nah, don’t think I’m done now beautiful. I got ya a lot more things waitin' up at my place.” He smirked.

“If it isn’t a puppy, I don’t want it.” I laughed, joking with him.

“What if I beg instead?” he smiled nice and big. A sight I didn’t see too often.

“I guess that works,” I said, laughing at him while he ushered me to the opened passenger door, waiting for me to get inside.

Unnecessary Extra A/N: If you did, thanks for making it this far in my ridiculous little self-indulgent story. That first bit hurt to re-read. I haven't cried much over the split. Like yeah, the first day absolutely killed me. My eyes were pretty much glued shut. I wasted 6 of my years with someone I thought was my forever. Not only that, but I was still recovering from emergency surgery and on strong pain meds. It all felt like such a horrid nightmare. But yeah... I cried reading that scene this time. Part of me sometimes thinks I overreacted to the situation. But the rational/logical part of myself felt like the split was a long time coming. Looking back at it now, the relationship was incredibly toxic. He suffered from really bad depression (way worse than my own) and I feel like I sacrificed a lot of myself to try and make sure he was happy. In doing so, I lost myself. I lost that person who loved to be artistic, crafty, and loved to write. I spent so much of my time with him, worrying over so much, that I now have the most horrid anxiety. Some days I feel I'm beyond repair. But the episodes are getting further from each other. I have felt more my original self in our time apart than I have in quite a long while. And I'm incredibly thankful for that semblance of peace I've managed to regain. Sadly, we run in the same circles, so seeing him will always be a possibility. Hopefully, I get the same kind of relief my written self got here. Someone who can appreciate me for who I am and encourage me to be an even better version of myself. I'm definitely not in a rush, since I want to get my old self back and do things that make me happy again, but patiently waiting for my Bakugo! 😆

#bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bakugo katsuki #bnha x reader #heartbreak #hopefully I stick with posting #I've written quite a lot of things in my solitude #a lot of Haikyuu pieces #a smut piece I'm especially nervous to post because I still don't know that I'm THERE yet #see... part of me thinks I knew this was coming #i was just waiting for the other shoe to drop #a Yuta piece I wrote when I was still with my ex... it's about cheating on him with Yuta and throwing away a 6-year relationship #it came from a dream I had #I've never even thought about cheating because I'm loyal to a fault... clearly #But if Yuta was real 🤔#my ex was my first EVERYTHING so I think I held on for dear life just hoping that my love would be enough #it wasn't enough for him #but i suppose one day it'll be enough for someone #sorry... I ramble

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Please Let Me Take You Ch 9

Bakugou x F!Reader, Kirishima x F!Reader TWs: Cheating, angst, unhealthy/abusive relationship, manipulation, smut, some big ol misunderstandings and misplaced anger this round. MASTERLIST

The morning comes upon you in waves. First, in the cracking dryness of your throat, reminding you of the days Katsuki would come home covered in soot and ash and destruction. Back when he would allow you to offer a shoulder to lean on. Before he moved you into this sterile, stainless, seamless bubble. Now the only mess that exists here is you. Especially now, when the sticky feeling settles on your skin, the sheets peeling away from you with each slight movement. You used to bask in the scent of caramel on your sheets, but now you can only place the bitter scent of burnt sugar. The ache settles into your muscles, worsening with each conscious thought that floods into your head, the more concrete everything starts to feel. Calling it a situation feels so dramatic, but no other words will grace your heavy mind.

You finally gather the courage to open your eyes and face the day once you notice how cold the bed is, a sure sign that Katsuki has been gone for a fair bit of time. Enough time that you feel comfortable slipping out of bed and getting right into the shower. It’s starting to become all too familiar to you, the way you scrub away the feeling of the sweat and his touch along with it. The way the discomfort doesn’t leave until you’re finally wrapped up in a towel and breathing in the steamy air, skin warm to the touch.

You thought you were finally starting to relax until your plans for the day popped back into your head. From one uncomfortable situation to another, and yet you weren’t dreading it as much as you did being at home. At least outside you felt like you could breathe.

You waited, looked at a few places you could choose from. You didn’t want to text Eiji too early. Inviting more conversation than necessary just felt… precarious. You already had enough on your plate with Katsuki, you didn’t want to brush this under the rug too…

It was a shame you couldn’t choose the cozy diner Eiji had brought you to, but you wanted to be on equal footing. Somewhere new for you both, somewhere in the city and easy to leave from if you needed to, but also somewhere quiet enough to actually talk. You took your time getting ready, letting the routine leech the stress from your shoulders. It was only when you were heading out the door that you sent the address for the place. You couldn’t text back if you were driving, and he absolutely would not want you to. It was a win-win in your book, an easy excuse for not checking his messages. A coward’s reaction, you were well aware. If only his words didn’t sway you so much, but you could feel yourself wavering even the night before. No, you needed to get your words out first, look him in the eye, and ask for answers. Hopefully, he’ll give them to you.

The drive was spent humming along to quiet music, trying to keep your mind occupied enough to not linger. It made no sense in trying to think of answers only he- and your fiance, you suppose- could give you. And despite your efforts, you could still feel the clamminess of your hands as you left your car, taking some deep breaths to try and shake the pit weighing down your stomach. Your late text gave you a little bit of a headstart, so you were able to order a drink and find a quiet corner, ignoring the notification waiting on your phone’s screen.

The first nip of guilt came when you saw him wander in the front door. You had seen him after overnight shifts, but he never looked this tired. You wondered which one of you had slept worse- if he had slept at all. Looking back on your last conversation, you couldn’t blame him. You probably wouldn’t have fared better if Katsuki hadn’t made his appearance. Small mercies, if you could call that a mercy.

And still, he met your gaze with a smile and a little wave, his dark hair still covering the pale scar, but you could still see the edge peeking out. You watched, taking him in as he ordered. For how big he was, he was so quiet. He radiated a kind of peace that scared you, especially considering why you were here today. But you set those thoughts aside, making room for the man coming to your table with his drink and the most hopeful look. You hoped you wouldn’t kill that look.

“Hey…” he sounded so breathless. You had seen him just after training, and he wasn’t near as out of breath as this, surely it couldn’t be from just you. But then again, he was especially soft with you.

“Hey, yourself.” You gave him a tired smile. You were reluctant to start this conversation now that you were here. It’s Eiji… you just wanted to enjoy your drinks and food and talk and drive around and…

And yet here you were, potentially forsaken what little peace you’ve been able to find lately. For answers. You wondered if it would be worth it. While your debate raged on in your head, Kirishima took the plunge for you.

“So, uh… I’m not great at these… Not really good at waiting when it seems like something’s wrong.” He chuckles, but it lacks his usual energy. “Maybe it’s a hero thing. You know, rushing in…” You didn’t, not really, but you could see that being the common thread between your friend, Katsuki, and the sweet man across from you.

“Yeah… I just… I visited Ochako yesterday.” He cuts off the sip he was taking, seeing how you hesitate.

“Oh, yeah! You, uh… you did mention that. Is everything alright?” You wave him off.

“They’re… they’re fine, they’re good. Just… well, um. Izuku said something.” You saw the way his grip changed on his cup. Not tightening, just… holding it more securely, closer to his body. “About you…” He sighs, running his hand through his hair. It seems like a habit he’s had for a while, as it lets you see the full scar and you doubt he’d actively show that off.

“Fuck… Midobro, I-I was gonna tell you everything, really. I just, well there was never a good time. Like a really good time.”

“You just couldn’t find the time to tell me that my fiance is the one that fucked up your hero career? Who scared you… Eiji…” You could feel the frustration building behind your eyes and resist the urge to rub it away. “What stopped you? It’s not like Katsuki and I are fighting because of you, we’re just… couples just fight.” The guilt on Eijirou’s face turns a bit bitter and tinged with worry.

“You aren’t just fighting, you have to know that. And I didn’t want you to think you couldn’t talk to me.” You groaned when you realized what he meant.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t be… I thought you were unbiased. Fuck, you have the most valid reason to not like him! And I’ve just been… spilling my guts to you. No wonder you had such specific advice, you’ve been where I am.” He tries to stop your spiral, moving a hand to cover yours.

“You’re right, and I know how dangerous it can be-” You pull your hand from his

“No, that’s not what I meant! I-I just mean that you used to be the closest to Katsuki, so of course you would know how he got when someone pushes his buttons-”

“Don’t you dare start putting all of this on yourself. You aren’t doing anything wrong, and even if you were pushing his buttons, I’m proof that he doesn’t know how to handle that well! There’s no excuse for how he treated me, and even less for how he’s treating you.” His voice grew sharp as he spoke, something bitter and rooted deep peeking its way out.

“No, Eiji, it’s not like that. It’s completely different from then…”

“That’s what I used to think too. He’d never hurt me, not really. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Until it was too much, and I can’t just wait around and watch you do the same.”

“So what, you’re just going to guilt me? Into what? Leeching off my friends until I somehow find a way out of this mess that I put myself in?” You were trying so hard to keep your voice level, but you could feel the volume building, the waver in your voice, and you could see the hurt in Eiji’s face.

‘What? No, of course not! I just want you to know that there are people you can lean on, people who can help you! I can help you!” The swirling of feelings in your chest, the odd betrayal, and the guilt warring inside you, you didn’t know how much longer you could take it.

“I never asked for your help.” You stood so swiftly, intent on leaving before he could sway you or you were sure you’d explode.

“Wait, please! I’m not trying to argue with you, and you don’t have to ask for my help… I want to help you, I want to help so bad…” It was difficult to not turn back to him, but you bit back your words. The hurt was too raw right now. You just wanted one safe place, and you thought your new friend could have been that for you.

Unfortunately for you, it didn’t look like Eiji was going to just let you go, abandoning his drink to follow after you. “Please, just let me finish… I want to tell you everything.”

“No, Eiji, I don’t want to hear it right now. I can’t do this. Not with Kat being weird and then this? I shouldn’t even be here…” You know Kat would flip if he knew where you were, and that uneasiness melded with your grief and hurt. You were thankful you hadn’t gotten the chance to figure out what you wanted to eat, you didn’t think you could stomach it right now.

“I’m sorry, you have to know that! And I was just… I guess I was trying to protect you.” You had finally reached your car, spinning back to look at Eiji.

“Funny, that’s what Katsuki says too.” That seemed to startle him enough to let you get in the car and pull out. Looking in the rearview only showed his large frame, looking so small as he watched you go. After all, he had no right to try and hold onto you. You weren’t his.

You were Katsuki Bakugou’s.

The longer you sat with your conversation, the more it ate away at you. You knew somewhere, deep down, you weren’t really that upset at Eijirou. But you were upset. You were so upset it felt like it was clawing away at you from the inside out. And yet your pride wouldn’t let you reach back out. At least not that day… or the day after that, or the week after that.

And Ejirou, sweet Eijirou, he was trying. Riding that line between checking in and bombarding you with texts. Sometimes you wondered what would happen if he called. If he showed up at your front door. Would you answer? Would you let him in? You could melt into him if he did show up. You feel it in your bones how easy it would be if only he was in front of you. But instead, your company was the unfeeling, uncaring blank slate of a house you thought one day you would muster up the nerve to call home. Blank walls, empty counters, unfeeling portraits of concrete. If only you could make yourself blank too. Let Katsuki shape you into his perfect, pristine vision. You’d be happy then, right?

But no, you were messy. You were messy and emotional and real and it hurt. It hurt knowing you wouldn’t live up to the lofty ideals he had.

And almost as bad as that hurt, it hurt knowing you let someone in and they kept something so important from you. They kept it secret and hidden away and still, they stole a part of you too. A part that just wants to walk out the door and find him.

You couldn’t. Not now, not yet. When- if you left, you wanted it to be on your terms. On your own two feet. Your friends, they can wait for you outside, but you felt it in your soul, you had to be the one to do it. Otherwise, you’d just be trading Katsuki for another. Another person to look to whenever you had a single hair out of place, another person to cling to, to lead you. That wasn’t what you wanted to be.

It felt so easy to think that. To lose yourself in daydreams of your absolution, self-preserving and self-sufficient.

And yet…

And yet… when Katsuki came home, on the days highlighted on your shared calendar, marking the peak of your cycle, you still bent for him. You took it in solemn silence, and he never seemed to mind. Even bringing you a gift each time his presence graced his own home. A pastry here, a new designer something laid over the back of the couch. You took it all with a smile you were so convinced wasn’t at all convincing.

It became routine. A few days a week, leading up to a week where he was home every night. It seemed like he had finally gotten serious about his desires to get a kid into you. And then he’d leave, no more conversation than necessary. Important business somehow cropping up after he spent the better part of a week between your legs.

A handful of months passed like that. You pulled away from everyone in that time. What could you really say to Ochako or Mina when they asked? It was easier to say nothing. And Eijirou’s text still sat in your inbox, read but not replied. They were becoming less over time, but no less consistent.

The cycle finally broke late one night. You were just lying in bed, Katsuki had just left the night before. It would probably be another week or so before he would show up again. All you could do with your sleepless night was lay still, hoping that somehow you could stop from getting pregnant by sheer force of will.

You had expected this to be all you would do tonight, but the screen on your phone lit up with a chime, drawing away your attention. It wasn’t a text, not this time. The melody kept going as you scrambled to get your phone, seeing Eijirou’s contact filling the screen. Your body moved before your mind, answering the call and catching you off guard.

“H-hi, hey…” You hated the way your voice cracked and wavered, but somehow Eijirou sounded even worse than you did.

“Oh, shit, hi, hey…” he cleared his throat. “I… fuck, this is gonna sound like an excuse, but I didn’t mean to call you…” And just like that, the hurt that you had thought faded ached again. It was nowhere near where it had been, but still… “I just. I missed you a lot tonight. Everyone was out and I thought, maybe… but I understand why you didn’t show. I just wanted to try to apologize, face to face. And I was looking at our messages and… well, I’m not really sure what happened…” he chuckles, but it’s so forced. Yet your heart lifts. He wasn’t trying to leave you behind, just give you space. Something you thought long dried up and dead inside you unfurled, not yet blooming but showing signs of life.

This was it. This was your choice, your chance.

“Hey, Eiji?” Your voice hadn’t sounded so calm and even in so long

“Yeah?”

“You wanna go for a ride?”

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