Tall Wife Hug Is Very Much Beloved By Many

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ride em, cowboy!

↳˗ˏˋkatsuki x readerˊˎ˗ ↴

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content: hybrid/holstaur au, milf reader, farm au, plus size reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: loss of virginity, ruts, creampie, referenced accidental pregnancy, outdoor sex, kissing, blowjobs, experienced y/n, breeding benches, lemme know if i missed any

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ notes: i said i’ve stopped writing mha fics, but that doesn’t mean i can’t repost a few of my faves :). y/n has hair over her face like those cute, fluffy highland cows and a heavy southern accent cause it’s my fave accent ever and it fits.

you inhale the soft scent of grass, stretching your arms over your head and yawning. lifting your coils away from your face for a better look, you smile softly at the little figure running towards you, his little bell jingling around his neck.

“mama!” arata giggles and jumps on you for hugs.

“hi, baby,” you giggle quietly, sleep still in your lash line. “did ya have lunch?”

“mhm, ‘zuku gave me a salt.” he shows you the little white disk he’s half licked. “yum.”

“that’s nice, baby.” you sigh and lay back down.

life is good on the toshinori farm; the biggest hybrid farm in the country. you get to laze around all day with the other cows, eat whenever you want, and hang around with your calf. you watch him skip around the meadow, squealing in delight and trying to catch a bright, orange butterfly. occasionally plucking the petals off a daisy.

“mama,” arata calls.

“yah?”

“what that?” he points down the hill.

you lift your head and look over, seeing a large, white truck pulling up in front of the barn. 

“we have visitors, baby,” you explain and take your sweet time sitting up. “why dontcha go see?”

“yeh!” he cheers and skips down the hill, leaving you to take another afternoon nap.

izuku pats the side of the truck to signal it’s gone far enough.

“drop it!” he calls the driver to lower the back ramp.

the other cows and bulls line up by the dividing fence with their babies, wondering what could be going on.

arata stands beside a brown cow with white patches, peeking out from behind her leg to watch two bulls stomp down the ramp into the barn.

“ooh, cute~” the brown cow,mina, swoons and flutters her fingers at the massive bull with black fur and red eyes.

“beeg,” arata mumbles.

“they are big,” mina giggles and pats his hair. “yer gonna get big like that one day.”

“wowee!”

“where’s yer mama?”

“umm, sleepy time.”

mina rolls her eyes, unsurprised. you could’ve at least come see what was happening. 

inside the barn, izuku is showing the two bulls where they’ll be staying.

“you’ll have a great time here!” he chirps. “my name’s izuku, you can come to me or the other farmers if you need anything.”

the dark haired one chuffs and grins, shooting him a thumbs up.

“great! i’ll let you get settled in. feel free to hang around however you want, i’m sure the others are eager to meet you.”

once he leaves the two start to converse amongst themselves.

“looks like we’ve got company,” eijirou, the dark haired one with a tag in his ear, chuckles and nods at the door where several small faces are peeking out from behind.

“bunch of brats,” the blond,katsuki, scoffs and steps into one of the clean pens filled with hay.

“they’re so cute ,” eijirou coos and waves at them. some gasp and disappear behind the door, the rest smile and wave back.“their moms aren’t half bad either.”

“of course you’d think about shitty cows right now.”

“new farm means new opportunities, bro. hey guys, don’t be scared, we’re not gonna hurt you.”

as of those are the magic words, the calves all clamour into the barn and swarm eijirou, giggling and chatting excitedly.

“i’m being attacked,” eijirou jokes and crouches down to better speak to them. katsuki leans on the pen door post, watching him. one of the calves stares at him from below—or at least he thinks he is, he can’t tell by the way all its hair is covering his eyes but it’s head is in his direction so it must be.

“what?” he asks with a lifted brow.

arata keeps staring.

“okay…?”

the calf chuffs and lowers his head, mini charging and headbutting katsuki in his thigh.

“hey!” katsuki scolds. not because it hurt, or did anything really, but because who does this calf think he is headbutting people? he can tell this little one is gonna be a troublemaker. katsuki stomps his foot in retaliation, effectively scaring the calf into running away out of the barn.

“little shit,” he growls.

“be nice to them,” eijirou chides and smiles at a crushed dandelion one of the calves gives him.

“he was a little shit to me first!”

“he’s a baby .”

“tch, whatever. i’m gonna go look for water.”

arata runs to you, immediately trying to crawl into your hair. you wake up a bit startled, trying to see what the problem is.

“baby, what’s wrong?”

he pouts and hides his face in the massive fluff of coils. “meanie bull scarded me…”

“oh?” you carefully peel him out and sit him on your lap. “are ya hurt?”

“nuh uh.”

“oh then it’s fine. come let’s cuddle.” you kiss his chubby cheeks until he giggles and hugs you. your stomach decides now is the best time to rumble like a thunderstorm.

“uh oh, guess ahm a little hungry.” you yawn and stand up, dusting yourself off. “lets go see our new friends.”

“hmph, meanie,” your calf huffs but takes your hand anyway, toddling beside you towards the farm.

mina pulls your ear when she sees you. “where have ya been? ya can’t just nap all day and not know what’s goin’ on.”

“why not? it’s not like there’s anythin’ else to do.”

“ugh, yer unbelievable. we have new bulls though~they’re cute .”

you rest your arm on the fence and place your chin in your post. “do we? how troublesome,” you sigh wearily. you like the bulls on the farm, but sometimes their fighting in the meadow ruins your relaxation time. “i’ll see ‘em later, ahm mighty hungry right now.”

“izuku’s put some food bowls out by the troughs so go crazy.”

your mouth waters at the sound of that. “yummy. come on, arata.”

he follows you, trying to grab your tail swishing him in the face. arata sees katsuki coming out of the barn and gasps. “meanie bull!” he shouts and grabs your thigh, stopping you in your tracks.

“what’s wrong?”

he points at katsuki stretching. “eh! meanie.”

“arata, he’s minding his business, don’t be silly.”

the calf chuffs and lets go of your leg so you can go eat. of course he’s not satisfied, and knowing his mother is watching gives the calf more bravery than usual to charge katsuki again and headbutt his thigh. “meanie!”

“you again,” katsuki scoffs. “where’s your cow, damn?”

arata blows a raspberry at katsuki and hits him with his head, trying to push him like he’s seen the other bulls do.

“kid, i’m like twice your size,” katsuki deadpans, starting to be a little amused by the tenacious calf. he rolls his eyes and lowers his head, horns pointed at arata. “come here, little shit!”

arata squeals and trots away, katsuki rushing after him. not intending to hurt him, just shake him off a little. he

skids to a stop when he sees the person the calf hides behind.

you pinch the calf’s cheek and hand him an apple from the food bowl, smiling happily. katsuki watches the curve of your back and rear as you bend to wash your face in the water trough, pushing your hair back to show your face.

“meanie…” arata mumbles and chomps the apple.

“hm?” you hum and look where he’s looking, seeing katsuki standing there. “oh, is that the bull?”

“yeh.”

you wave politely at katsuki, turning back to start eating. his ears twitch with curiosity watching you eat the fruit and grains from the steel bowl.

“hey, katsuki!” eijirou claps him on the back, scaring the absolute shit out of him.

“jesus christ !” katsuki bellows. “what the fuck, shitty hair?! scared the fuck out of me.”

“sorry, bro. whatcha doin?”

“none of your business, is what,” he snaps.

“hey, there’s a cow over there.” he points at you.

goddammit, why did eijirou have to see?!

“we should go say hi.” eijirou pushes katsuki towards you and arata.

“no! shitty hair, let go of me!”

“mama! is meanie,” arata tells you when he sees the bulls approaching.

“hm?”

“hi!” eijirou grins. “we’re new here so we thought we’d say hi.”

you lift your hair to get a good look. “oh, nice to meet ya! i’m y/n and this is ma baby boy, arata. but i think y’all have met already.”

arata blows a raspberry at katsuki.

“we’re…familiar,” katsuki grumbles. of course the troublesome calf has to be yours .

“he’s real cute.” eijirou ruffles arata’s curls. 

“he is ,” you agree. “so what brings ya both here to the farm? it’s been a while since we had new bulls.”

eijirou hooks his beefy arm over katsuki’s shoulder. “we’re rescues from a fighting ring.”

you gasp softly. “oh my, i’m so sorry. is that where yer scars came from?”

“yeah, it was pretty bad. i got this one in my last fight.” he points at a jagged, raised scar on his abs.

you lean closer to get a better look, delicate fingers skimming over the tough flesh. katsuki chuffs softly at the attention you’re giving eijirou.

“it is pretty bad,” you say sadly. “hopefully yer both happier here.”

“us too,” eijirou chirps. the social fucker .

you pick up your food bowl in one hand and hold arata’s hand with the other. “we best get goin’. see ya around. say bye, baby.”

“buh bye.” arata waves at specifically eijirou, huffing at katsuki. katsuki squints in annoyance at the calf.

“he’ll come around, he’s shy around new people,” you laugh and it’s like bells in katsuki’s ears. “have a nice day.”

his eyes stay fixed on your rear as you leave.

“she seems nice, hopefully the others are like her— ow! ” eijirou yelps when katsuki grabs his horn to pull him down. “ what the fuck was that?” 

“what? what did i do?”

“you wanna fuck her or something? hah ?” katsuki jostles the bigger bull.

“wha—what are you talking about? let go of me.” eijirou frees himself from katsuki’s iron grip. “jeez, i was just being nice. if we’re gonna live here we have to be nice . do you know her or something?”

an ear flicks in annoyance. “no.”

“so what—“ eijirou cuts off with a knowing gasp. “you like her.”

fuck! “no!”

“oh my god , you do.” eijirou waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “you should go for it, bro. she’s pretty, nice body too.”

katsuki makes a noise of agreement.

“you can do it. i’ll be rooting for you.”

he can’t do it.

where eijirou has charisma and charm, katsuki has none of those things. he has the charm of a drenched rat. one could blame his lack of socialisation as a calf and being forced to fight for his life as a young adult, but everyone kind of just ignores him.

even you.

he doesn’t think you understand how effortlessly sensual you are. even your simple movements have him gripping the fuck out of the fence post. and your soft, breathy voice isn’t helping. he’s dying over here.

“cold day today, everyone!” izuku announces as he pushes the cart down the middle of the cow barn. “sweater up.”

all of you murmur excitedly and pick out a sweater from the cart.

“here ya go, baby,” you coo and pull the orange sweater matching yours over arata’s head. “my baby’s so cute.”

“cute!” he squeals and flaps the baggy sleeves. “can i goes play?”

“of course, be back for lunch.”

“okie!” he giggles and runs off to play with the other calves.

mina comes into your pen in her signature bright pink sweater. “hey girl.”

“hey.” you kneel down to get started on twisting your hair. “are ya gonna hangout with that bull today?”

she swoons and plops next to you. “he’s so dreamy ~ahm in love.”

“ya say that about everyone ya got a crush on.”

“i’m serious! i think he’s the one. what about you?”

“me?”

she kicks her legs in glee. “don’t tell me ya don’t notice that big blond bull ogling ya like yer the last peach in the bowl.”

you blink at her, thoroughly confused. “does he?”

“ugh, y/n.”

katsuki looks at the orange sweater at arms length, turning it over repeatedly. “the fuck is this?”

“a sweater,” izuku explains when he sees katsuki’s confusion. “it’s chilly today and we don’t want any of you to get sick. it’s protocol.”

“ooh, warm,” eijirou mumbles and hugs himself in the red sweater. “i love it. you’ve gotta wear this, katsuki.”

katsuki scoffs and puts it on anyway, sighing at how warm it is. “whatever.”

some calves run inside the pen, chasing each other and bumping into some bulls. arata and katsuki, mortal ‘enemies’ ,meet again.

“meanie.”

“little shit. i’m ready for you this time.” katsuki lowers his head. arata charges but trips on an ill placed stone, tumbling onto his tummy. “owie!”

“uh oh.”

arata sniffles and sits on his bum, crying softly. katsuki grimaces and approaches the calf, nudging his cheek with the back of his knuckle. “hey, don’t cry. it was just a little fall. you hurt?”

the calf shakes his head and wipes his nose with the sleeve. “nuh uh.”

“come on, stand up and we’ll go find your mom.”

arata stands up, reluctantly holding onto katsuki’s sweater. the bull looks up at eijirou with a confused look. eijirou gives him an encouraging one in return.

“show me where she is.”

“okie…” arata leads him outside towards the cow barns. some cows hanging around whisper and giggle to themselves the closer he gets. 

“i’m looking for his mom,” he tells the cows.

“she should be in the meadow somewhere.”

“thanks. you heard them, go to your mom,” he tells arata. arata stares up at him, lip wobbling.

“what now?” katsuki asks. “you want me to take you?”

arata nods.

“ugh, fine. let’s go.”

you lift your head when you hear arata call you from the distance, seeing him with kasuki.

“mama!” he sniffles and jumps into your lap.

“what happened? are ya okay?”

“owie.”

“he fell in the barn and wanted me to bring him here,” katsuki explains.

“aw ma poor baby,” you coo and kiss arata’s cheeks. “yer okay now. thank ya for bringing him.”

katsuki shrugs noncommittally. “see you around.”

“yer free to stay and join me,” you offer. “we’re even wearing the same sweater.”

katsuki looks down at himself, then at you. sure enough yours is the same gaudy, bright orange as his. “sure.”

you pat the empty space next to you, scooting a little so he can sit comfortably. “arata, are ya feeling better, baby?”

“yeh…” 

you squish your cheek against his and gasp excitedly, pointing at a blue butterfly fluttering in the grass. “look, it’s a butterfly ! why don’t ya try and catch it?”

“yeh!” he giggles and runs after it.

“he got over it fast,” katsuki comments.

“he’s a happy baby. gets it from me , obviously.”

“where’s his dad?”

you jut your lip out in thought. “mmm, i dunno. he was some show bull from another farm they wanted me to have a calf with. i think they just wanted more showers. i wonder how he’s doing nowadays…”

“you’re a shower?”

you sit up a little higher. “yup, blue ribbon winner four years in a row before my baby. i can’t be bothered with them anymore.” you flip your twists over your shoulder. the scent of the hair oil the workers gave you wafting his way.

“nice,” katsuki responds.

awkward silence fills the space. well awkward for him , you seem to be content plucking daisies and braiding them into a flower crown. arata charges the tree you’re both sitting under, thudding his head on the bark and giggling.

“your calf likes to charge.”

“he does,” you giggle. “ya know how three year olds are, just full of energy.”

“yup. i was the same.”

“really?”

“mm, my cow couldn’t handle me.”

“and what about the bull fighting?”

katsuki tears some of the grass. “they took me away when i became an adult, told me to fight to stay alive and that’s where i met shitty hair. haven’t seen my family since.”

“oh…” you mumble sadly. “i’m sorry.”

“s’whatever. they told me they’ll try and find my family so it’s okay.”

you gently place the finished crown on his head. “well yer here now, and safe . that’s all that matters.”

katsuki’s cheeks warm up at the bright smile you give him, ears flicking. a bell rings in the distance; different than the ones he’s heard the past week. “what’s that?”

“oh, bath time!” you chirp.

“but we wash everyday.”

“no it’s special. we get special baths on saturdays. arty, let’s go!” you stand up and dust yourself off. “it’s super fun, don’t worry. and we get treats after.”

“hm,okay.”

turns out it really is a luxury experience. all the livestock are washed with scented shampoos and fur rubbed down with special oils after getting put in the full body blow dry.

“whew, those always feel good,” mina sighs as she steps out of the blow dry with her hair and fur fluffed up. “where’s my popsicle at?!”

izuku hands you a slice of jiggly cheesecake. “here you go, y/n, just the way you like it.”

you moo in appreciation of getting your favourite treat. 

“enjoy. mina i promise i’ll get you your popsicle. and put your sweater back on before you catch a cold.”

mina chuffs air in his face, messing up his hair. 

“don’t be fussy,” he scolds and walks away to get the treat.

“i’ll share ma cheesecake with ya if you want,” you offer.

“ew no, it’s gonna make me gain weight.”

“yerloss.” you pick up the fork on the plate and start to dig in, squealing happily and wiggling. “arty, where are ya? come get some cheesecake.”

katsuki steps out of the blow dry, smoothing down his hair. “i hate that thing.”

“why? it’s cool,” eijirou smiles and rubs his arm. “my fur feels so soft .”

izuku walks up to them with two wrapped popsicles. “alright fellas, here you go. your first treat until you figure out what you like.”

they take the treats sniffing the wrappers and carefully peeling them off. katsuki hesitantly licks it, pupils dilating at the sweet strawberry taste. “holy fuck…”

“don’t eat them too fast or you’re gonna get a brain freeze, which hurts. have fun.” he leaves them to finish the treats.

“woah! this is amazing!” eijirou beams. “i should share this with mina.”

katsuki looks at the popsicle, then around for you. seeing you sitting on a bench enjoying your cheesecake with arata. he makes his way over, sitting in the empty spot next to you. 

“oh hey, ya got a popsicle,” you observe. “the red ones are really good.”

“i’ve never had one,” he admits. 

“oh, have ya had cheesecake?” you hold up a piece on your fork for him to eat. katsuki gently noms it, humming approvingly. “s’good.”

you give him a gentle smile and keep eating, occasionally feeding him and arata some. 

                .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“there they go again,” mina hums, leaning on the fence post.

you lift your bangs to watch two bulls butt heads, jostling and shoving each other over and over.

late spring is in full bloom, which means aggressive bulls and ditsy cows hoping to be paired off. “already?”

“got your eye on anyone this year?”

you hum and pluck the petal off a peonie you found earlier. “no.”

“what about katsuki ~?”

your cheeks warm up. over the past few weeks the two of you have gotten particularly close . “some other cows are oglin’ him so ahm just sitting back.”

“ugh, girl. yer so fuckin’ dense.”

“ahm not dense, mina. ahm just neutral. he’s cute, yeah sure, he’s good with arty, i think he’s great. but ah’ll wait until he tells me what he wants.”

“uh huh,” she deadpans. “i’m gonna go find eijirou.”

unfortunately, katsuki is having the worst time. he’s frustrated and ridiculously horny. he bellows and moos in his pen, much to the annoyance of the other bulls and some workers.

“bro, shut the fuck up!” one barks at him from a pen. 

“yeah, we’re trying to sleep!”

his entire time spent bullfighting, they kept him on suppressants to avoid this exact moment. eijirou has mina to take it out on but katsuki has nobody.

“christ, what is his problem?” a worker grumbles outside the barn. “we need a heifer for him.”

a heifer is brought in, nervously rubbing her arm. katsuki growls and snaps his teeth at her. she’s not who he wants right now. the heifer yelps and backs into the corner of the pen.

“get out,” he grumbles at her and turns his back.

“i just wanna help…”

“i don’t need your help.”

“hmph, then who do you want?” she asks with mild annoyance in her voice.

the heifer tries her best to relay his response to the workers, taking them to the cow barn and pointing at your door.

“y/n?” izuku calls and enters while you’re covering arata with his blankie. “i need you to do something.”

he explains the situation, asking for your consent. you gasp in surprise and cup your warm cheeks. “me? oh my…”

“you better go!” mina says from the pen next door, clearly eavesdropping. “now’s your chance!”

“stop!” you hesitate, thinking.

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” izuku gently tells you. “he’ll understand, i’m sure. if you agree then we’ll have to use the bench, don’t worry we padded it extra.”

you hug yourself and nod, following him outside the pen towards a loan barn near the grain silo. the last time you were benched was with arata’s father to make sure he didn’t hurt you too badly in his rut frenzy.

“we’ll give you a shot after, okay? no calves for you this season,” izuku chuckles and flicks the light on. the bench sits proud in the middle, black leather shining under the lights. 

“all clean, sanitised and ready. just wait here and i’ll bring him.”

you nod and watch him leave before touching the bench. you don’t even remember the last time you had a bull mount you. a year? two?

you hear the faint bellowing outside and start to feel nervous. unable to help but wonder what if he doesn’t like you? 

the door bursts open, startling you. katsuki looks ragged ; hair messier than usual, cheeks and neck flushed down to his chest and dick hanging hard, red and heavy between his legs. his eyes fix on you, pupils dilated and swallowing up the intense red of his irises.

“have fun. you’ve got half an hour,” izuku calls and shuts the barn door.

you smile and wave at katsuki, hoping he doesn’t jump you. “i’m really flattered ya asked for me…”

he chuffs and carefully stalks over to you until you're forced to look up at him. 

“i’ve never…” he trails off, hoping you catch on. “never had the chance.”

“really?” you ask in disbelief. “wow, don’t worry, it’s not scary. ahm extra flattered now.”

“tch, whatever.”

your fingers skim his abs. “ ah’ll make sure it’s good for ya.”

his cock gives a slight twitch.

you rise on your feet and press closer to him, chest to chest so you can kiss him. he’s a terrible kisser: all passion and no tact, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. he grips your rear, pulling you closer. the leaking head of his cock rubs against your tummy, covering you in sticky precum. a whimper bubbles from his throat at the sensation, hips jerking forward to chase more of the feeling.

“touch me here ,” you whisper and guide his hand to your soft tit. “i like that.

so he does, rolling the fleshy mound between his fingers and experimentally rubbing his thumb over your nipple. you squeak against at the shock of pleasure up your spine, and he’s sure the sound is seared into the folds of this brain.

he almost sobs when you eventually move away to climb onto the bench, spreading your legs and wiggling your hips suggestively. “just go slow, okay?”

katsuki gulps and steps into the space made by the cushions between your legs, one shaky hand gripping the fat of your ass cheek. he’s sure you can hear how hard his heart is beating, judging by how you look over your shoulder to give him a reassuring smile. “whenever yer ready.”

after what feels like eternity, katsuki finally works up the courage to carefully guide his dick to your plump lips. he hisses when the tip pops in, your pussy clamping down on the intrusion. his neck feels hot at the sounds you’re making the more of his dick he feeds into you, your head thrown back and mouth stuck open in a low moan. “keep goin’, sweetie .”

the grip on your hip tightens at the nickname. he’s heard you call a few of your friends that as a term of endearment, but hearing it with lust dancing around the edges of the letters is so different .

katsuki gasps wetly when he’s buried himself to the hilt, arms locking around you and face buried in your neck to ground himself. he inhales the scent of your sweet shampoo and oil, trying to think of anything except the vice grip your pussy has on him.

“yer doin’ great,” you whisper in encouragement. “move when ya want.”

katsuki huffs something and slowly starts to move his hips, shivering at the pleasure throbbing through his whole body.

“ah, yeah ,” you moan. “like that, baby. fuck me .”

“god shit ,” he grunts. “i can’t—i can’t .”

you turn your head slightly to look back at him, gasping when his hand wraps around your neck from behind and pulling you in for a kiss. his forehead presses against yours, body jerking from the force of his thrusts.

“mm, baby,” you mewl giddily. “yer fuckin’ me so good , i’m drippin ’ for ya. so sexy, sexy fuckin’ bull. spank me.”

katsuki clumsily smacks the side of your thigh with his free hand, choking on how tight you get. “l-like that?”

“mhm, just like that. doing great. just keep doin’ it.” your arms give our and you’re forced chest down ass up on the bench.

his thrusts become less synchronised and rougher as he focuses on his own pleasure. “fuckin’ fuck— i’m gonna breed you. cum deep inside…” he trails off with a groaning bellow, hips pushed flush against yours and sore dick spitting cum into your waiting body.

katsuki almost collapses on top of you, barely holding himself up with his arms on either side of you.

“ya did good,” you tell him honestly. 

“you…you didn’t finish,” he observes.

“it’s fine, don’t worry. ah was just supposed to help ya out. we can do it again tomorrow.”

“tomorrow…”

izuku opening the door ruins the moment. “i must say you’re looking way better now, katsuki.” he grins. “lemme give y/n her shot and both of you can clean up and go to bed.”

“shot?” he asks you, still holding your hips. you wiggle out of his grasp and stand straight, combined fluids dripping down your inner thighs and fur. 

“so ah don’t get pregnant.”

“oh…” for some reasons that makes him disappointed.

izuku pokes your arm with the syringe filled with yellow liquid, wiping it off with a alcohol soaked cotton swab and covering it with a cute pink bandage. katsuki cleans up slower compared to you, still in a rut daze.

“all done, good job y/n. you can get cheesecake tomorrow.”

you moo happily and nuzzle the top of his head in thanks.

“you’re welcome, get to bed before arata misses you.”

you wave over your shoulder at katsuki. “see ya, tomorrow, maybe ~”

the bulls that stayed up swoon and whistle at him when he comes back, peeking over their pens to watch him get locked up.

“ so how was it, blondie? who was the heifer?” 

“ah heard it was y/n~” 

“ooh, ahm almost jealous. that cow’s picky as hell but got a sweet ass on her.” 

katsuki scoffs and drowns out their jeers and taunts, thinking about you. a pang of longing and guilt hits his chest.

you didn’t finish .

he chuffs and peeks his head over the pen, examining the lock on the door. he’s seen a million of these before,just has to pull up and back—

                .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

he carefully opens the door to the cow barn, walking down the middle row. he’s not even sure which one is yours. if you’re a former shower, you should have your ribbons on the door. sure enough he sees the four silk ribbons nailed to the door of  the last pen on the left. katsuki peeks over and ‘ pssts ’ at you rearranging arata. “hey.”

“oh my, it’s you. what’re ya doin’ here?”

“you didn’t finish.”

“huh? ah told ya we’ll do it again tomorrow. it’s late, yer gonna get in trouble if they see you.”

“can’t we do it here?” he whispers.

“ no , i’m not mating when ma baby is here.”

“ ah can take him .”

“mina! shut the fuck up,” you hiss. “stop eavesdroppin’.”

“ahm serious though. ah’ll even plug up his ears so he doesn’t hear ya screwing.”

you can’t believe you’re even considering this. but you are feeling a little ‘ blue balled ’ and frustrated. “ugh, ah feel like this is a bad idea. we’re not doing it here. “how did ya even open the door?”

“you just pull it up like this and back.” katsuki demonstrates and the door opens.

“wow, yer so smart.” you smile and step out to meet him. “we can go to the meadow, it’s safer there.”

he smiles softly and holds your hand. “let’s go.”

“can’t believe we’re doin’ this. ahm gonna get in trouble, i’ve never gotten in trouble,” you mumble as you and katsuki sneak past the fence into the meadow and under the tree you like to sit at. the light of the full moon casting everything in soft white light.

“so what do ya wanna do?”

katsuki plays with his fingers, pink blush spreading on his cheeks. “i thought we could finish…”

“mm, okay. y’want a kiss?”

“mhm.”

you cup his cheek and turn his face, pressing your lips to his. without the frenzy of rut frustration, he’s much better at this.

“it really was good,” you say against his lips, gently sucking the lower lip into your mouth. “for a first time. with some practice yer gonna make some cows happy.”

“i don’t want other cows,” he mumbles and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “you’re perfect.”

he pushes your bangs away, looking into your eyes. “you should show your face more. you’re gorgeous.”

you blink up at him, cheeks warm. “maybe…d’ya really mean what ya said?”

“i did, i’ve liked you for a bit.”

“wow…mina was right,” you mumble thoughtfully and smile. “okay, yeah.”

“and i want to make you feel good,” he adds shyly. 

“mm, y’can do that in so many ways, baby,” you purr and rub his biceps. “whatever y’want, baby.”

“i want to eat you out,” he says immediately. 

“okay, wow . we’re going very fast,” you giggle. “why that?”

“i’ve been thinking about it…”

“ah, i see. why don’t we save that fer another time and ah’ll take care of ya instead?” you purr and rub suggestive circles on his chest. “just lay back fer me.”

katsuki obeys and lays back on the tree while you kiss down his chest and stomach. his breathing stutters when you plant a soft kiss on his pelvis, purposefully avoiding his cock for now. you moan softly and kiss up the shaft, pumping it slowly with your hand until it starts to fill out. 

katsuki whines a little when you kiss the long scar on his pelvis, fisting the grass under him.

“mm,” you moan again when your tongue circles the tip. “you taste good, baby~”

the simple sentence made katsuki blush beet red. he feels lightheaded. his stomach tenses and ripples at the feeling of your mouth, eyes rolling back into his head. it’s wet ; sloppily so. spit and precum drools out of your mouth and down your chin and chest, leaving a sticky trail along the smooth skin. your hand pumping what couldn’t fit in your mouth. with a loud smack, you pull off his dick for air, kissing the almost purple tip. “y’ like it?”

“ yes ,” he whines and gasps when you cup his heavy balls in your hand and give them a mild squeeze. he’s sure if you put your mouth on him again he was gonna cum . “can—can we?”

“mhm, we can. look how wet i am fer ya.” you go up on your knees so he can see the slick glistening between your legs and sticking to the insides of your thighs. “d’ya want me to take the lead?”

he nods meekly. you bite your lip and scooch closer until you can straddle him, dick pressed underneath your cunt. “hold me here,” you instruct and place his hands on your hips. “i’ll go slow.”

“you don’t have to,” he replies. “i can take it.”

“oh?” you coo. “alright then ~”

katsuki’s mouth opens and closes while he watches you brace yourself on your knees,reaching down and lining his leaking tip with your sopping pussy, shoving in pleasure as you slowly sink down onto him. murmurs of ‘so fucking wet ,’ ‘tight ,’ and ‘perfect’ tumble from him as he squeezes your hips. 

“fuck… fuck ” he groans,biting his lip to try and hold off his orgasm. he’s sure if he moves he’ll cum and die from embarrassment 

but it’s just so fucking good

he gives a few aborted thrusts up into you and bellows loudly. you feel the liquid heat bloom up into you and moan,watching his brow pinch in worry. “no it’s fine, don’t worry.” you kiss his nose for reassurance. “yer doing great.” you pull him closer and kiss the tip of his ear, “it’s okay. yer still hard,see.”

he hisses when you clench around him

“can ya go again?”

he hesitates then nods. you lift your hips and sink back down, the curved fat tip dragging right over your g-spot. your combined fluids making the slide easier and disgustingly loud . “oh god,it’s so good ” he grunts, “you're so warm”

"m-mmm f-fuck..." you whimper and swirl and grind your hips lightly on his cock. you make a noise of protest when the angle changes and no longer hits the spot you need him most. “s-switch with me.”

“huh?” he mumbles dumbly.

you chuff and lift your body off him, shuffling around until you’re laying on the grass. “like this.”

katsuki climbs over you, gasping softly at the way the soft light illuminates your features. “you’re beautiful…”

“thanks.” you smile softly up at him. 

his thrusts are hard and fast; the way his cock hits the best parts of you over and over again is slowly turning your brain into mush.the way your hands wrap around him, clutching him for dear life as you moan and shake from the pleasure he had given you just adds more fuel to his desire. “fuck me ! please, please, please , i want it, i want it –” you beg, nails raking down his back.

“ s’good ” he moans,his hips thrusting clumsily up into you, hands grabbing whatever soft flesh on your torso he could.

“breed me,” you moo dazedly, pulling him closer and lock your thighs around his middle.

“you’re gonna  be nice and fat with my calves…” he mumbles.

your eyes roll back at his words. he presses on your belly and you nearly buck him off when your orgasm ripples through you,a mixture of your combined fluids squeeze out around the tight ring where you’re both joined.

katsuki grits his teeth and struggles to fuck through the vice grip of your cunt threatening to push him out.

he bellows and fills you up for the second time, keeping his hips pushed right up against yours.

you sigh happily when the heat blooms through your core, his cock twitching inside you. “so good, baby.”

he chuffs softly and kisses your ears, making you giggle.

izuku whistles happily while opening the bull barn door, ringing the hanging bell. “rise and shine everyone. head over to the wash area.”

the bulls grumble and slowly rouse, waiting for him to unhook the latches to their doors. he stops at katsuki’s pen, noticing it’s wide open. “what on earth? where is he!?”

the workers search everywhere for him, panicking at losing a bull. it’s only until they check the cow barn and see the two of you cuddling in your pen do they relax.

“how did he get out?” a worker asks.

“he’s smart, probably figured out the lock. should we leave them?”

izuku sighs fondly at the sight. “maybe just for a few more minutes.”

                .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

arata nibbles katsuki’s ear, trying to get him to play. “play!”

“not now, kid. go find your mom,” katsuki yawns and puts the straw hat over his face.

“play!” arata headbutts him repeatedly, unphasing katsuki. 

“hey, it’s nap time.”

arata chuffs and plops on top of katsuki to take a nap. katsuki rubs his back. “i’ll play with you later if you promise to nap.”

“yay! i nap.”

they both snooze under the shade of the tree, enjoying the weather. an hour later, the rustling of grass and sunlight makes katsuki wake up. he squints up at you holding his hat and smiling. “hey, izuku is looking for ya, baby.”

“ugh, what does he want now?”

you hum and shrug your shoulders, patting the sleeping baby in the sling strapped to your chest. “no idea, but he said it’s important. there’s a truck and everything.” you kiss your calf’s sleeping face. “come on.”

katsuki begrudgingly gets up, holding arata close, nuzzling your face before the four of you make your way towards the farm. sure enough there’s a white truck and izuku is conversing with the blonde driver.

“oh katsuki, there you are! i’ve got something for you.” izuku nods at the driver. she pushes the lever down for the back of the truck to open and the ramp to lower.

“ ugh, finally! ” someone chuffs from inside. a female cow with ash blonde hair and fur stomps down the ramp with a brown haired bull behind her.

katsuki stares at them, his eyes prickling with involuntary tears. he puts arata down next to you, the sleepy calf fussing and clinging to your leg. the cow sees him and gasps. “ katsuki?! oh my baby !” she sobs and rubs to hug him, crying into his chest. “i’ve missed you so much. my baby boy.”

the three of them embrace while you stand aside, smiling softly and happy for him.

“i’m sorry we couldn’t protect you,” masaru sniffles. “we missed you everyday.”

“but we’re here now!” mitsuki laughs tearily. “and we’re together, that’s all that matters.”

“yeah,” katsuki says quietly.

you clear your throat, shifting on your feet. katsuki pulls away from his parents and stands next to you. “this is my mate, y/n.”

“very nice to meet ya,” you smile politely. “ah’ve heard a lot about ya.”

“aw, you’re gorgeous. i’m so happy to meet you,” mitsuki smiles and holds your hands.

“and this is ma baby, arata.” you gesture to the calf hiding behind you, then pat the pink sling secured to you. “and our little miracle, mj. she was kind of a happy accident,” you giggle.

masaru waves at arata. arata whines and hides behind katsuki. “he’s adorable. i’m happy for you, katsuki.”

“mj,” mitsuki says in awe and looks at the baby in the sling. “precious baby.”

“katsuki named her after you,” you tell her.

she tears up again, fanning her eyes and trying not to sob. “you sappy little shit, making me cry. i missed you so much.”

katsuki wipes her tears away. “i missed you too.”

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gojo satoru x top! amab! reader

cw: slight degradation, hair pulling, blowjob (r), slight choking, slapping if you squint, overstim?, stomach bulge

there was a very, very thin line between lust and fear that many don’t realize they’ve traveled. they stand to wonder if the shivers that wrack their body are from desire, or terror. Gojo Satoru, is not afraid of anything. he is the strongest, he knows he is the strongest. his confidence and strength has gotten him to where he is today- where is he?

he wants to say he’s currently wooing a woman, that he’s in a fight, and of course winning, but he cant. he cant say he’s out doing badass shit- hell, he can’t say anything at all. not with your cock stuffed down his throat, pulsing veins pressing against his flat tongue that struggles to maneuver across the girth of your member.

his large, strong hands shake helplessly in the air before he lays them on his thighs, gripping the familiar texture of his uniform. his eyes twitch before shutting tight, attempting to keep the tears in his eyes from falling, because gojo satoru does not cry.

he’s struggling to keep it together and you chuckle with as much amusement as one can manage, watching him flinch when the tight hand in his hair tugs harder. he wonders if this is what fear feels like, because surely this powerful feeling dwelling in his stomach and producing full body reactions is not lust. surely he is not lusting this hard for his colleague, and his friend.

your predatory eyes glaze over as he chokes on your cock, and you grip his hair at his scalp, thrusting into his throat and you’re sure you’ve successfully made any and all thoughts flee from his mind.

“you liking this, baby? hm? does my cock in your throat feel good?”

the only response you get are gurgles and useless whines as your cock and his spit clog his mouth, and you just have to grin at your hard work, finding pride in reducing ‘the strongest’ to a whore and a hole.

“thas’ right.. hu- fuck.” you mumble, rolling your hips into his mouth, listening as he chokes and gags each time your head presses into the back of his throat. It’s sloppy, he doesn’t know how to use his mouth for this kind of thing, but his throat closes around you with every gag and every sob he lets out, and he’s making you feel good even with no experience. you just think he is so pretty like this, face all red and messy, but you’re also sure he’ll be even prettier once you stretch him out and fill him up, and you know his noises will be music to your ears when you’re finally able to fuck him, so you pull out, taking advantage of his dazed state, listening to him sputter as you slap your cockhead on his lips.

“get up.” you order, grabbing his arm and aiding him to his feet, before shoving his face into the bed you were previously sitting on, listening as he gasps a deep breath. you waste no time grabbing both of his wrists with one hand while the other yanks his pants and underwear down to his thighs. the sudden movement makes him twitch in surprise, his fingers curling into his palms, a noise between a gasp and a groan leaving his lips as you manhandle his hips, moving him to your liking freely.

“shit, wait!” gojo stumbles over his words, trying to push his hips down and away from your hands, the snap sound of the lube cap somewhat ominous to his muddled brain.

“what?” you ask, bending yourself over his back, resting your chin against his shoulder and letting go of his wrists in favor of pulling his chin up from the bedsheets. “you want me to stop?”

he freezes at the question, something akin to a sob falling from his lips, because he didnt expect you to ask that and he sure as hell doesnt have an answer. if he says no, would that be stripping him of his pride? he’s a man with much dignity and little femininity. if he say’s no, he’s allowing himself to be fucked, which means he can no longer deny the lust and the longing for you, for your cock, but if he says yes, you’ll leave him here- his own member dripping and lonely, your burning touch fading from his body- and with a broken whine, he comes to the conclusion that the former is the better choice, letting himself go slack in your hold.

“no..”

“good boy.” you grin, and he flinches at the cold temperature of the lube pouring onto his hole.

it’s been hours- gojo thinks. hours since you first began prepping him, fingers sinking into his tight hole, stretching it beyond what he thought it could be, hours since you first sank into him, hours since your cock first grazed his prostate, and hours since his descent into becoming a brain dead cock whore began.

“A-auhhg! f-fuck! fuck!” He cries, his noises so loud that they almost drown out the slap of your hips against his ass and thighs, the reddening of them just one aspect of proof of how long you’ve been rutting into him. you wanted to be slow with him, treat him nicely and slowly unfold him beneath you, but these noises, seeing your cock disappear everytime you sink in, and the way his back arches was too good to resist.

you fucked into him harshly and deeply, your red, burning cock bruising his sweet spot with every sharp piston of your hips into his sloppy hole. he’s completely given up trying to save his image, the way he cries and moans and kicks as you take him is clear of that. he no longer cares about anything but you ruining his pretty, puffy hole.

the pace of your hips is so fast, and so rough that he cant register the difference between your thrusts in and your slides out, and he cant do anything but scream, his noises a mix of words, letters, and maybe your name.

through your own groans and puffs of air, you chuckle, something that sounds demeaning to his ears and he shrivels, a loud “n-no!” echoing through the small room, but neither of you know what he’s addressing.

“what’s wrong?” you huff, adjusting your grip on his waist, and leaning forward for a new angle. “HCK- Sh- Ughk!” he chokes, stuffing his face forward into the sheets and you click your tongue, moving your hand around, and pulling him up along with you by his neck, your fingertips squeezing the sides.

“i asked you a question, toru. you too fucked out to answer me properly?”

his breathing is heavy and labored and you laugh ar his pathetic state once again. “whatever,” you mumble, letting go of his neck, allowing his upper body to fall onto the bed. “jus’ means im doin’ a good job.”

you grin, pressing a hand down on his back harshly, forcing an arch as you continue to rut into his sloppy hole. gojo yelps under you, his milky thighs shaking with the effort of holding his hips up, his hands gripping onto the sheets beside his head as if they’ll run away. you’re sure he’s cum multiple times untouched now, but every man wants pleasure on his dick, and maybe it was an act of mercy, or maybe it was just your evil mind, but you reached under him, squeezing his cock in your hold, beginning to jerk him off.

at the first feathery touch of your hand, gojo screamed, jolting forward, his legs kicking upwards, desperate hands trying to push yours away from his sensitive, leaking dick as you pound into his hole and jerk him off at the same time. “s-no! shit! cant!”

“you can.” your sentence is punctuated by a slap on his ass and his whole body jumps, his shoulders shaking as he curls into himself, and he looks small.

your thumb rubs over his tip continuously, and his hips buck so harshly your forced to let go, and your hand brushes over his stomach, feeling something that makes your hips stutter, almost pausing in their ministrations.

“fuh-fuck.. ‘toru, no way.” you laugh, bringing him up so his back is flush with your chest and you peer over his shoulder, delivering one deep, harsh thrust into him, confirming the cock bulge in his defined stomach.

a groan erupts from your throat, and theres no time wasted before your pressing him into the bed with your back and your hips, fucking his hole again, but this time- your sly hands rub his stomach, before pressing down with force, right where your cock is, and gojo squeals, his voice high pitched, desperate and messy like a common street whores.

the sound tips you over, your pace slowing, and gojo, as spent as he is, breathes a sigh of relief, taking deep breathes in, before pressing his hand against your abdomen, trying to push your cock out.

“oh? we aren’t done so soon..”

please like and reblog to show your support! this is my first piece of writing, and english is my second language, so i’m a little worried about how its come out. thank you! <3

Darling Marq is that new selfship art in the pfp I see? What IIIIIISSS IT I see it’s Kiri 🥺🥺🥺 I love the theme KISS I hope today was kind to you

VIXIEEEEEEE yeee is new Kiribakumarq art from the beautiful wonderful @miggiisdumb

I legit cannot stop staring at it. It makes me so fucking happyyyyyy

A THOUSAND KISSES FOR YOU AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY AS WELL! 💖

Almond Tofu

bottom!ftm Xiao x top!masc Reader

↳ W.C: 1,095

↳ [Event Request] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Aphrodisiacs, 69 Position, Riding, Creampie

Xiao was so grateful that you made him a delicious plate of almond tofu that he didn't even consider the fact that you could've laced it. He even trusted you to bring him somewhere to rest when he started to feel ‘sick’.

Xiao feels an odd sensation in between his legs, a throbbing need for something he doesn't know. He mumbles your name, you’re the only person who can satisfy his need. But what need? Why do you need to satisfy him? He doesn't understand.

He’s lying down on the bed, waiting for you to come back. He's too horny to stay still, he has to somehow take care of the feeling in his pussy, so he pulls his clothes off and spreads his legs slightly open. He slides two fingers down his cunt, surprised at how wet he is. He touches his clit, feeling good from it, and circles his digits around it.

“Need…need more..” He whines. “Please- please-” Tears threaten to fall from his eyes.

You finally re-enter the room, greeted with the sight of his wet pussy. “Xiao…” You place your hand on his leg. “Let me help you.”

Xiao moans from your touch. “Please..”

You lie down on the bed and pick Xiao up, having him sit on your face. Xiao’s eyes widen as your tongue works his needy little pussy. He rocks his hips and moans, needing more than your tongue.

He notices a bulge in your pants and feels drawn to it. He leans down and pulls your pants down and then your underwear. He gets slapped in the face by your thick length, a loud moan escaping his lips. If it were possible, Xiao would have hearts in his eyes. His tongue darts out to taste your pre cum, moaning softly as he goes in for more, sucking on your cockhead.

Meanwhile, you're drowning in his juices. You can tell he's about to come but he's barely acknowledging it, too focused on your cock to do so. You keep on going, tongue fucking his sloppy wet hole. Xiao's body shakes and his eyes widen as he squirts on your face, tightening around your tongue.

You pull him away from your cock, making him whine, and turn him onto his back. You, towering over him, waste no time sliding into his sopping wet pussy. You can't believe how good he feels.

Xiao comes again just from your entrance, squeezing your cock with a smile on his face. He finally feels better, the only thing he needs now is your cum. Unfortunately he doesn't know that yet. “More! Ple- please~!” He whines. All he knows is that he wants more.

You grab his waist and thrust into him aggressively, giving him what he desires. You watch his tits bounce with each thrust, making you want to grab at them. Xiao rolls his head back, gripping the sheets as you fuck into his tight warmth knowing you’ll never have the chance to do it again.

“You’re so pretty, Xiao.” You compliment him, earning a squeeze from the adeptus’ cunt. “You’ll look even better when I come inside you.”

Xiao moans wantonly, finally understanding what he's been craving. “Ple- please~!” He begs. “Please- please- please–!” He repeats it over and over like it’ll do anything.

“Look at you, begging like a cum slut.” You laugh. “Be patient.”

Xiao sobs, needing your cum more than anything. You weren't expecting the aphrodisiac to work like this but you're not complaining. It's likely because of the ingredients you added into it…

You turn Xiao onto his stomach and shove his head into the pillow. You raise his ass up and fuck him deeper than before. His moans are muffled by the fabric, hiding his whoreish sounds. The pillow is drowning in his tears.

You spank his ass. “Such an impatient little cum slut. I might not come inside you anymore.” You lie, moving your hand away from his head.

Xiao lifts himself up from his pillow. “Nn- no! Please!” He whines. “‘M sor- sorry~! Ah~!” He lets out a moan as you spank him again.

“You've turned into a complete whore.” You say, amused. “You want my cum this bad, baby?”

“Yes~! Wah- want your cum~!” He nods desperately.

“In your mouth, or in your pussy?”

“In- in my pu- pussy~! Please!” Xiao's cheeks burn red. “[Name], please~!”

Your thrusts become sloppier as you reach your peak and Xiao’s begging gets louder, thinking you're about to stop completely.

Thankfully for him, he feels you spilling your hot load inside him. Xiao rolls his eyes back, coming hard on your cock.

“Mo- more- cum please..”

“You're still not satisfied, huh?” You turn onto your back and pick him up, sliding him down onto your still hard cock. “Work for it.”

Xiao thinks of how you fucked him before, how your cock went in and out of his cunt. He’s never had sex before nor has he even ridden anyone so he has to take reference from your actions. He bounces up and down on your cock, his pretty tits bouncing with him.

“What a good boy.” You praise him, running your hands along his thighs. He twitches from your words and your touch, about to come again.

Xiao's movements become sloppy as your cock hits the best spots inside him, getting close to his climax. He stops before he comes, too weak to keep moving. Thankfully for him, you help him out.

You grab hold of his waist and bounce him on your length. “Can't even ride cock properly.” You chuckle.

Xiao rolls his eyes back, crying out in pleasure as you fuck him. All he can think about is how good it feels having you fuck your spend inside him, and how you’ll come inside him again.

He comes again, urging you towards your release. Since you already came, it won't take much more for you to do it again.

He can feel your cock twitching inside him, something he doesn't understand but loves. “Ye- yes-” Xiao whines. “So- so good~”

You slam him down onto your cock for the last time, filling him up for a second time.

This goes on for hours upon hours, up until Xiao passes out.

Xiao wakes up alone, copious amounts of cum dribbling out of his cunt. He remembers everything that happened, he feels embarrassed that he acted like that.

And maybe it's the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac or that he truly wants it, but he wishes you were here, stuffing your cum inside him again.

Request for @bnhakaminari : Hi! How are you? May I please request Bakusquad x Omega!Reader headcanons? Maybe she's like their only omega? 🥺 It doesn't have to be female pronouns if you don't want! Also, I'm sorry if this request is weird! Thank you so so much and I hope you have a nice day/night!

Idk if you wanted poly so I did poly bc I physically can not resist poly

And it's not weird bc I really do love me some omegaverse.

Mayhaps I'll do a part 2 nsfw

• Baby GURL you're the only omega

• And thank god you are their omega

• Because all of them are Alphas

• Which can be hard to deal with

• Bevause while theyre friends, really good friends, they're still Alphas and that can get messy sometimes

• None of them are particularly aggressive with their instincts but if we have to list it it'd go

1. Bakugou

2. Mina

3. Kirishima

4. Denki

5. Sero

• In order for them to be genuinely aggressive it has to be deep rut or someone is trying to hurt their omega

• But tensions can get high since it's a bunch if alphas together all the time, they can but heads

• You're drawn to Sero and Mina first

• Sero's just really calm and down to earth and he's funny

• He's easy to be around and he smells /great/

• Its just strong enough to be calming but not overwhelming

• Mina kinda just started bothering you when you transferred in because you were pretty and you were a girl.

• Actually, Mina saw you when she was with Sero and she was like, 'that one. I want that one.'

• And Sero was immediately on board like yes we want thay one

• Your room is right next to hers

• This ends in her just being an annoying neighbor but you don't really mind because its mina and how could you not love her

• Then without really anything being said you're integrated into the Bakusquad and it's great

• Kirishima is bubbly and smiley

• Denki is just happy theres another girl

• and you're pretty so win

• Bakugou seems a little skeptic at first- unsure of where this is going but he's civil and quickly warms up to you

• Its unspoken that they take on a protective role

• Someone's giving you shit? At least one of them are there to back you up. Most of the time its Bakugou. It doesn't matter where in the room he is, he's by your side in seconds to ward off whatever BS the person in front of

• You're feeling sad? They're all there cuddling you so you feel better. They turn your ass into a burrito.

• Denki is already pulling out the memes

• You're super excited about something? They listen as you ramble warm smiles on their faces

• They'll play with your hair, massage your scalp until your purring against it

• They have a way with you and it's obvious to everyone around them

• They are MAGIC at calming you down

• If you're upset or frustrated at a training exercise, they each have their own ways to help.

• Kiri is a softer alpha in general. Along with Sero they were both raised in house holds where they were taught being an Alpha doesnt excuse being aggressive or wreckless.

• Seros mother was a beta

• Kirishimas mother was an Alpha who was raised with Betas.

• Kiri is often holding your hand in public if you get anxious

• Or letting you lean against him when you're tired or upset

• Most people think the two of you are established but you're not

• Sero absolutely gives you his jacket if you get cold

• Minas super cuddly and touchy all the time regardless of why so more often than not she's clinging to you

• That is if she's not busy making googoo eyes at you

• Need a laugh?

• Need a laugh so hard you're wheezing and struggling to breathe?

• Five minutes. That's all the time Denki needs.

• Crackheads tm

• What's even better is when yall get together when you're both sleep deprived

• It concerns the rest of the group

• and they're curious as to why you two are curled up on the floor laughing so hard you're crying over a picture of CHEESE

• But that's what happening

• Bakugous way of showing he diesnt hate you rn is

1. Buying you food occasionally

2. Helping you train

3. Offering to study with you

• But he can be really soft too

• Like that one time you just weren't having a good day and he carried you mid breakdown to your room

• You had your legs wrapped around his waist, face buried in the back of his neck as your arms were wrapped tightly around his chest

• Being the only omega in the group, they dote on you even before they ask to offically court you

• Oh you wanted that food? A few dollars short? Dont worry baby Bakugous got you

• You want to listen to a song? Kaminari "Everyone shut the FUCK up so she can hear," Denki

• You want attention? You genuinely dont even have to ask they know

• AS I SAID BEFORE THEY WILL PLAY WITH YOUR HAIR AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE

• ESPECIALLY UNTIL YOU'RE PURRING

• S c e n t i n g

• You realize they all pretty much smell the same as a result of scenting

• And the omega definitely comes out when they scent you (even before courtship)

• They take turns scenting you

• Each time your eyes flutter close and your grip their shirt as your cheeks burn

• But it's so nice

• And you've never really been scented

• And you're leaning into the touch, Keening at them, just completely content with your place

• And they're fawning over it

• They love it

• Thus enters this weird phase where yall might be a thing but theres no offical courting

• but theres hands and scenting and you're pretty sure Mina almost kissed you the other day

• Its a lil confusing but thays okay

• When I say you're unaware that the four Alphas are a thing

• I mean you're obliviously unaware

• You just thought they were affectionate friends

• Because some friendships are very affectionate

• And then, they ALL bring you small courting gifts and

• At the same time

• And it clicks

• Fuck they're all wearing necklaces

• THE SAME NECKLACE

• Oh

• Oh

• OH

• "You want me to be everyone's omega,"

"If you're okay with it, and you like all of us, then yes."

• and obviously you're okay with it

• who wouldn't be.

• Its 10/10 lemme tell you

• you help ease tension sometimes

• Using your own pheromones or gentle touches just like they do w you

• They have uncovered another way of calming you down

• Food.

• "She's mad again," Denki whines

"Give her an apple or sumn,"

"No, you dumb bitch. Chocolate,"

"Why don't we just take her out to eat??"

"BINGO."

• They steal kisses whenever they can

• and I mean

• WHENEVER

• Onviously if youre not okay w PDA they'll lean of that ut other than that your lips are not safe

• When you go through your first heat with them, it KILLS them.

• The top floor is used for omegas when they go into heats

• Which isnt super often because if suppressants (which most omegas take,) but sometimes the suppressants get salt

• Alpha ruts are contained to their own dorms, they don't have a separate floor

• But anyway, your suppressants wear off :)

• And they learn that your heats are particularly painful

• Because they can smell the distress and frustration in the fucking stairwell

• And they /cant/ help and it /sucks/ because they want to help /so bad/

• Expect lots of kisses and hugs and cuddles when your heat is over

• And Denki crying because he missed you

• And Eijirou holding your waist as you lean against his chest

• Listen just expect a lot of affection and love in general

• Lots of touches and kisses

• Lots of sharing scented clothes too

• They'll scent just about anything you ask them too, not questions asked

• And they melt when they see you using whatever it is

• They're best alphas tm

Like That | Sleazy Alpha!Kirishima x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon(blackmailing)Cunnilingus, P in V, breeding kink

Summary; Reader’s been keeping a secret from her fellow classmates, except Kirishima’s figured it out. You know what they say, when life gives you lemons

“-gonna be soo cute! Just you, hey! Are you even listening to me?!” Kirishima mentally rolls his eyes before turning to face the omega that was talking his ear off. “Sorry, what was that?” He asked. He had a way of disarming people, big glassy eyes, a cute little pout and the person is putty in his hands.

The omega chirps, flustered by the look he gives her before batting her eyelashes, the sight quite literally making Kirishima want to throw up. She giggles and the noise grates on his ears. “I said that I’m excited for the party after you guys win the game. My outfit’s going to be really cute.” She winks and Kirishima knows what she’s implying.

She thinks that by the end of the night she’ll get in his pants but he knows better. He has only one omega on his mind, one that he knows was made for him specifically.

You thought you’d hidden it well, and if he wasn’t a prime alpha you may have even gotten away with it, but his senses were stronger than the average one and your scent made his mouth water.

He knew why you presented yourself as beta, he honestly couldn’t fault you. Prime omegas were extremely rare, so with you being the only one on campus, it would’ve caused quite a stir.

That was the main reason he was even talking to this girl. He’d seen you around her and he was hoping to get an in to talk to you. “Sounds nice, you bringing any friends?” She goes on to list a bunch of names that he doesn’t care to know, only recognizing his heart skipping a beat at the mention of your name. Jackpot.

— —

This was not your kind of party. It was overly crowded, way too many people to fit inside the enclosed space, but that wasn’t your main focus. You were on a mission.

Your mission: Avoid Eijiro Kirishima.

He made you extremely nervous. His predatory gaze always somehow on you, as if he’s studying you. As if he knows something.

You have a feeling he knows what you really are, his senses as a prime alpha more heightened, so you’d understand if he knew.

But that was just all the more reason to avoid him.

You thought you were doing pretty well, trying your best to enjoy your university’s big win, but then you come to see Kirishima standing in the far corner of the room, nursing a drink with a girl by his side, failing miserably at flirting.

His eyes are everywhere but her, and he’s barely giving her a response. And if that’s not the worst of it, as soon as he catches sight of you in the tight bodycon dress you have on, he’s making a beeline towards you, cutting her off mid sentence. You turn to leave, hoping that the sea of bodies will help him lose track of you. You lose faith however, when you feel his warm, calloused hands grip your arm, turning you to face him.

“Hey, pretty girl. I was hoping to see you here.” He murmurs softly in your ear. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the close proximity. You quirk a brow, “Oh really? And to what do I owe the pleasure?” You answer sarcastically.

Kirishima takes a moment to look you up and down, drinking in the sight of your dress hugging your curves deliciously, the thought of finally getting to peel away the small piece of fabric enough to get him hard. “I was thinking that since we won the championships, maybe you’d want to give me a little reward.” He says, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I mean, wouldn’t it be a real tragedy if all these alphas were to somehow find out you were a prime omega?” He smirks at the shock that etches onto your face.

He wouldn’t.

“You wouldn’t.” You practically hiss. He just gives you a smug grin, hands up in mock surrender before leaning directly into your face, “I’m not saying I would. I’m just saying it’d be a real shame if word got around and no one could protect you if something were to happen.” You frown at what he was implying, but what other choice do you have? If you didn’t, alphas were going to salivate anytime you crossed paths and omegas would feel threatened, especially those mated. And he knew that. “What do you say, omega? Wanna get out of here?” He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the light.

He would.

— —

As soon as Kirishima got you into his room, he was all over you. The scent blockers that you thought you’d so strategically hidden were ripped off without hesitation, Kirishima burrowing his nose right into your scent gland. He groans at the smell, a mix of honey and cinnamon.

He licks at your scent gland, releasing pheromones that will hopefully push you into heat.

He pulls away slightly to get a good look at you, tweaking your nipples through your top and he notices the slight rubbing in your thighs. You were just too cute.

He leans into you, nipping at your neck. “Aw, what’s wrong baby? Need me? Need your big, strong alpha to make it better, hm? Talk to me.” You whine at his words, the feel of his teeth grazing your scent gland about to send you into a frenzy. When did it get so hot? “Please, Eiji.” You practically beg, but that’s not enough for Kirishima, no. He wants you to need him.

He tsks and gives a slight shake of his head before pulling away from you slightly. You whine at the loss of body heat but Kirishima is quick to shut that down with a searing kiss, tongue swirling with yours before sucking and nipping at your bottom lip. “You need me, baby. Know you do. Jus’ wanna hear you say it.” He whispers into your mouth.

How did you end up like this? He had practically blackmailed you, threatened to expose your secret and throw you into the lion’s den, yet you’re seriously aching to get on your knees for him. Ready to give him anything he wants.

“Need you, Eiji. Need you so fucking bad.” You mewl into his neck, sucking hickies into his scent gland. Kirishima groans at your neediness, ready to devour you completely. “Yeah?” He asks, and you nod vigorously. You don’t know why, but you feel the heat intensifying. And the waves of arousal feel much more profound than usual.

Kirishima seems to notice your confusion, cock stirring in his jeans. You really have no idea how this works do you? “What’s wrong, babe?” He asks you with faux concern. “Heat about to break?” He grins wolfishly.

You feel your stomach fall to your ass.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He says, peeling away at his clothes. “Well, I’ll try anyway.” He chuckles.

The sight of his rock hard abs and muscles has your panties soaking and the way he’s looking at you, like you're a cute, chunky bunny ready to be eaten has your heart skipping beats.

“Well?” Kirishima gestures to your clothes, wanting more than anything to rip them off your body. “Not gonna make me wait, are you?” He asks, stroking the length of his cock. You immediately shimmy out of your clothes, your eyes trained on the motion of his hand. He has the prettiest dick you think you’ve ever seen. It’s heavy, the tip is a nice shade of pink, and it’s drooling pre and you want nothing more than to feel the weight of it against your tongue, but it seems like Kiri has a different idea.

“Next time, baby. Right now,” He hoists you up as if you weigh nothing, and honestly, you probably don’t to him, and he unceremoniously drops you on his bed. His hands find purchase on your thighs, it being one of his favorite things about you. “I need to taste you. You gonna let me, hm? Gonna let me make you cum for me?” He mumbles into the skin, and you know you're done for.

“Please, Eiji. Please make me cum.” You beg, tears welling up in your eyes. The sight has Kirishima groaning. He wants to ruin you.

He spreads your pussy lips apart, running a finger along your slick before sucking the finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste. That only seems to encourage him to drink right from the source. Before you know it, he’s pushing your thighs to your chest and is sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking over the bud in rhythmic strokes. You gasp at the feeling, nobody ever eating you out with such vigor before. He’s moaning into your cunt, lapping up as much of your juices as he can but it’s just not enough! He needs more.

He reaches one hand down and rubs it through your slick before pressing a finger inside. You moan, your cunt clenching around the digit while trying to ignore the embarrassing shlick! sound your cunt is making.

It doesn’t take long before Kirishima pulls an orgasm from you and you barely have time to recover before the second one rips through you.

You didn’t even realize he’d come up until you felt his lips against yours and the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

You gasp as he stuffs his full length in one go, the tip rubbing against your g-spot deliciously with every snap of his hips.

It feels so good, almost too good, the way he’s grinding his pubic bone against you, and when he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts, you know you’re a goner.

You’re gushing around his cock, a lewd squelch sound being made every time his hips snap into yours and you’re barely able to form a sentence. “Feel good, baby? Fuck, your pussy feels s’good. S’good to me, baby. So. Fucking Good. Gonna knot you. Fill you up with my pups. Y’want that, baby? Say “yes, daddy.”” Emphasizing his words with each vicious thrust.

He’s fucking into you with vigor, chasing after his own orgasm and at the same time you both reach your climax, your cunt spasming around his pulsing cock as he shoots load, after load into your abused cunt. He’s pawing at your body, the feeling of the soft, doughy flesh somehow intensifying his orgasm.

You cry out, your plush stomach flexing as you feel all your muscles going taut as your orgasm washes over you. Kirishima works you both through it, laying sweet kisses along your neck and chest before pressing one to your lips and cheek as you both come down from your high. You giggle at his softness, knowing he couldn’t keep the act up for much longer.

“Kiriii.” You whine as he blows raspberries into your neck. “(Y/NNNNN).” He mocks back, before pressing more kisses to your face. “We need to shower.” You pout, the sight making him fall deeper in love with you. He sighs, snuggling further into you, “But whyyy, we’re just gonna do it all over again and you smell like me.” He pouts back and neither one of you can help but bust out laughing. “Alright, alright. I’ll get the bath started. You want cookies?” “You have my favorites?” You ask, perking up at the sound of your favorite snack. “Don’t I always?” He smirks. He is your alpha after all.

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MULTIVERSE MONDAY ASK! making out with rockstar!james backstage 🤭 he’s so busy eating your face he’s almost late to his own concert

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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"Prongs," Sirius calls, "Y'ready?"

James's hands grip your cheeks, tugging you up hungrily, desperately into his embrace. His lips are just as needy, mouthing sloppily at your top one while his tongue dips between your teeth. He rolls it smoothly, wetly over your own, and a mixture of your saliva and his pools around your teeth.

"Prongs?"

James groans and the sound is lost in the cavern of your mouth, you shift your mouth messily around him to swallow it. A whimper of your own gets licked up by James as his thigh slots between yours, pressure there to alleviate the ache brought on by the sensual intimacy.

"James!" Sirius yanks on the man's shoulder, and James whirls on him with a dazed, 'What?'

"Stop tonguein' y'girlfriend, mate," He gestures to Remus, who's already equipped with his bass, looking rather unimpressed at James's lack of self control before a show, "You're part of this band too, y'know."

James huffs, his broad chest puffing as he does so. He turns back to you, still standing there dazed, confused, and dewy-lipped, surging forwards to press one last firm kiss to your lips despite the other's protests.

"Gotta go," He informs you, as if you hadn't heard Sirius's scolding yourself, "Watch me, yeah?"

"You'll do fantastic," You encourage him, squeezing the hand that takes your own, "I'll cheer you on, Jamie."

"Y/N, darling, I love you, I really do." Sirius drawls, grabbing James by the collar and dragging him towards the stage, "But if your boyfriend ever disappears before a show again, and I find out it's because of your siren song," He waves a hand at your outfit, James's favorite red button-up that you've left open to show the corset top beneath, "I'm going to put you on the do not enter list."

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ! kenma kouzume

★ black, top male reader! trans character. nsfw. stomach bulge. dacryphilia. vaginal sex. creaming. creampie. degrading, spit kink. exhibition. voyeurism. boyfie kenma. feminization. interracial couple. twitter link! note? giving kenma backshots. this is nasty fr.

"o-oh god . . . keep fu-fucking me.", kenma drooled into his pillow, knees quivering as he tried his best to keep his hips in the air for you. back arched and thighs spread as your cock plunged in and out of his leaking cunt with lewd incessant plops. with every push of your pelvis, kenma's juicy pussy would splash back a bit, the wetness leaving your pubic hair slick. "fuck kenma. you feel so fucking good baby."

kenma's wireless headset sat atop his head in a crooked fashion, the same camera he'd use during gaming streams now being put to use for something much more intimate. the comments of his stream were in a blaze as they watched their favorite streamer take your black cock over and over again, the camera picking up every look on kenma's face and the way you knotted his core over and over again.

it had felt as if kenma's pussy was made for your big black cock, his pink minge was absolutely perfect for you. the way he gripped at you and pushed back onto your cock was heavenly, you loved when he fucked you back. nails digging into his soft skin hard enough you were sure to leave bruises in their wake.

his dainty hands clawed at the sheets for his dear life, taking every inch that his venal pussy could and jesus, was he so fucking wet. kenma has never felt so dirty and defiled before, weak frame trembling in desperation beneath you. you loved the sight, heavy ball smacking against his clit with every stroke of your hips.

you have been taking him from behind for what felt like forever, your cock was drenched in what was both your releases, the duvet was soaked and damped. the thick white ring that frothed around your cock every time you pushed into kenma was what kept you enticed. well, that and the smack of his pretty pale ass against you whenever you fucked so deep into him. the tip of your thick cock continuously prodding at the opening of his womb. ★

"your cunt takes this dick so so good kenma! look at how he clenches around me. fuck, he's practically asking for my nut.", kenma whimpered out a string of slurred words. he could barely collect his thoughts, everything felt like a jumbled mess in his brain but god did he feel so good. you were reaching so deep inside of him, any deeper and you'd be touching his cervix. "hmf fuhh-fuck. . . yess!", kenma drooled over the sheets.

using your thumb to spread his ass, you gathered a wad of saliva in your mouth and let it drip along where you and kenma were connected before fully pounding back into him again. kenma’s cries were to the point where you thought he had cum again, he groaned as you tugged at his hair. a line of drool connecting his lip to his pillow. kenma's tongue stayed on his lips, the white of his eyes visible to the camera as he wailed out. his ears only picked up on certain things you were saying.

"so good ah! f-feels so so good. . .love c-cock~ cum! i'm cu-umming" — “ i know baby, i know! cum for me yeah?”

you grinned and let go of his waist, allowing him to fuck himself back on your cock as he pleased before his hips shuddered and he tightened around you more. with a particularly broken cry of your name he came around your cock—the pressure of his shocking release pushing you over the edge once more as you creamed his raw pussy.

kenma’s sobbing didn’t falter one time, his salty tears and drool wetting the pillow more as his thighs shook. his eye lids became heavy with sleep as he felt you rut against his bruised ass. he couldn’t even muster up the strength to return your kisses as he felt your lips press against his neck and cheek. “aw kitten. don’t fall asleep on me now. i still wanna play”

-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ 𝕭𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘 - BakuMina x Izu(Y/N) ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

warnings: mature content, mature language, swingers, penetration, oral sex, semi group sex, rough sex

“Are you sure about this” YN sighed, looking over her slim figure in the mirror. She was a tiny thing. Dainty like a ballerina, and short in stature. Though she did have small curves, it was nothing compared to the voluptuous Mina Ashido.

The pink girl looked amazing in her black lingerie set. Filling it out like y/n never could. Her large breasts bulged provocatively, threatening to burst through the seams. While (y/n)’s flat chest barely lifted in the lacy white material.

“Oh (y/n), don’t be nervous. They’re bestfriends, they share everything. This was bound to come up sooner or later” Mina shrugged, “besides, I wouldn’t mind being on the receiving end of that Detroit smash everyone’s always fawning over.

The statement made (y/n) flinch. The thought of her Izu being intimate with Mina, her close friend and his best friend’s girlfriend made her nervous. Mina was everything she was insecure about; a perfect curvy body, a fun and outgoing personality. She had it all, why did she need Izuku too? Seemed kind of greedy.

Mina, noticing her friend’s hesitance softened and stood behind her. SHe wrapped her arms around (y/n)’s torso and rested her chin on her shoulder. "Look at you. You’re gorgeous (y/n).’ She coos, placing a soft kiss on her neck, "don’t you want them to see how good you look?” Y?N sighed, leaning into her friend’s touch. “I’m just nervous. I look like a little girl standing next to you.” She pouted, but the expression dropped when MIna lowered her hand to rest against her clothed clit.

“You’re definitely a woman, (Y/n)” Mina murmured against her neck and pressed against her sensitive mound. (Y/N) bit her lip to hide the moans that were threatening to spill out. “Besides, good little girls get rewards.”

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Omega!Bakugou headcanons

Anon: Pssssss imma need some more omega Bakugou like now no it make him jealous too because why not

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Anon: hi! could you do some omega!bakugou x male alpha!reader? nsfw and sfw pls <3

nesting too pls!! idk why but I love the idea of nesting sjdjsnd, pregnant bakugou fluff would be lovely too <3

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Anon: Hi I was wonder if you could do omega Bakugou sfw and nsfw please 🥺

(Hey, everyone!! Bakugou is very popular in my inbox! Okay, let’s write some omega!Bakugou headcanons <3 I have another request for pregnant!Bakugou, so I’ll add that part of the middle request to another post 😊 Also, I only write for a gender neutral reader. I hope you all enjoy~)

Warnings: N-sfw under a cut, suggestive behaviour multiple times not under the cut.

Nesting:

Bakugou is not an omega who is big on nesting. He does nest and he’s very proud of his nest, but he doesn’t feel the urge to nest super often.

He doesn’t keep a permanent, all year-round nest, he’s kind of a clean freak so having to constantly clean all the blankets in his nest would drive his nuts.

He does nest during his heat and late term pregnancy, and also after periods of extreme stress, but not often outside of these times.

But if he knows his alpha likes his nests, he might build them for his alpha when they’re stressed, although he’ll claim he just felt like making it and it shouldn’t go to waste.

It’s not a very convincing lie.

His nest is not in a very popular style, mainly because Bakugou overheats so easily.

It’s a simple double mattress on a very low frame, with a couple of pillows and sheet like blankets that he normally uses as a base rather than a covering.

He has a black and red colour scheme that he thinks is the coolest thing ever, and he definitely has an All Might pillow hidden somewhere at the back that he threatens his alpha to keep a secret, it’s very cute.

He likes his nest to be in an easily defendable position, whether that be inside a large cupboard or wardrobe, or a small room with one door and a small window.

Bakugou also keeps a mini fridge by his nest, as a lot of omegas do, to store water and food, but what he has that a lot of omegas don’t, is a mini freezer too.

He keeps ice packs and ice lollies in there to help when he’s in heat because his temperature tends to get way too high.

Bakugou doesn’t like being vulnerable, so his nest is a sensitive topic for him.

It takes him quite a while to let his alpha into his nest, but he’s quicker to let them chill outside of it, holding his hand and keeping him company. He would probably let them outside his nest after courting for a year and knowing them for at least two years. When he lets them inside depends on a lot of factors, including how well they deal with him from the outside of his nest. It could be anywhere from three months to another year.

Pups:

Bakugou has always wanted some pups, but in a removed and distant kind of way. After all, becoming the No. 1 hero was far more important than any of that ‘family’ nonsense.

He only really considers pups when he’s in a very committed relationship and at a comfortable place in his career. He’s not prepared to take time off at a vulnerable career moment, after all.

Bakugou wants two children, because, while he would never admit it, he always wished he had a sibling when he was a kid, so he wants to give that to his children.

But he’s very conflicted about it.

Firstly, two pregnancy leaves would be a huge blow to his career. Prime hero years and prime ‘having children years’ are the same years, so in a way, he has to decide how to balance these two priorities. He isn’t sure he wants to risk his career with that much leave so close together (heroes can’t be in the field while pregnant at all, so it would be a huge sacrifice.)

Secondly, he’s nervous about how useless he would likely feel while pregnant. He’s a workaholic and being confined to his house and losing control over his quirk would drive him nuts.

So, he doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t share any of his concerns with his alpha, but he does take their wishes into account too. If his alpha really wants two children, Bakugou does keep that in mind. But he’s not a push over. If he decides that two maternity leaves are too many, then it’s too many. It’s his body and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise.

So, with all this in mind, Bakugou is fucking thrilled when he finds out he’s having twins.

Two pups for the price of one pregnancy leave?? Sign him the hell up!

Bakugou has twin boys, both alphas, and Bakugou just cannot believe his luck that all his problems just fixed themselves.

“But I don’t want to go!” came a defiant voice from the back seat of the car. Both you and Bakugou sighed, not keen on restarting the disagreement that had plagued the household for the entire morning. It had taken twice as long as normal this morning to get the twins dressed and in the car because of this very argument.

You could see Bakugou about to open his mouth to tell him that they had to, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?” you cooed at your oldest son.

“I don’t want you and daddy to leave…” whimpered your youngest son, answering in his brother’s stead.

Bakugou winced and reached a hand into the back and squeezed each of his son’s hands in turn.

“I know.” He said simply. You could feel his guilt, even though you both knew it was the best for all of you that the twins get used to nursery so that both you and Bakugou could go back to focusing on your careers. They would be fine, you tried to convince yourself. Millions of kids do this every year and it works out fine.

The nursery came into view, and you refocused your attention onto finding a parking space in the little car park on the side of the building. You could hear your sons shifting anxiously in the back and it pulled at your heart strings. You pulled into an empty space and turned off the engine. You and Bakugou shared a single look before moving to get your children out of the car with practiced ease.

“No,” your eldest son shouted. “I’m not going to go. I’m staying here!”

You had tried to take him out of the car seat, but he had refused to cooperate. You didn’t want to pull him out in case you hurt him. Bakugou came to stand behind you, your youngest son clutching his neck desperately.

“Let me talk to him,” he spoke softly, handing the younger twin over into your arms.

“Hey,” Bakugou said softly, leaning down to peer inside the car where his eldest son stubbornly sat with his arms crossed. “It’s okay to be scared to go to nursery, you know.”

Your oldest son visibly flinched and avoided looking at Bakugou in the eyes.

“I’m not scared, daddy. I just don’t want to.”

“Uh huh,” Bakugou said, eyebrow raised.

“I’m not!” Your son exploded. When he realised that he’d just shouted at his father, the colour drained from his face and his bottom lip started to quiver. Bakugou wordlessly held out his arms and his eldest son accepted the embrace just in time to burst into heavy tears on Bakugou’s shoulder.

“It’s alright,” Bakugou hushed. “I’m not angry at you.”

In your arms, your youngest son was watching his brother cry and letting out little whimpers into your neck. You rubbed his back soothingly and whispered that everything was going to okay.

Out of the corner of your eye, you realised another parent was staring judgementally at your family. Bakugou clearly also noticed because he bared his teeth as a warning and the parent quickly moved on. You scoffed at the idiot who thought it was a good idea to antagonise an omega who was looking after a distraught pup, let alone when said omega was a top ten hero.

“W-What if they don’t l-like me?” your eldest whimpered out.

“Here,” Bakugou wiped some of the tears away with his thumb. “How about this, you tell me if anyone is mean to you and I’ll sort it out, how does that sound?”

“But…” your son hesitated. “But what will you do?”

Bakugou grinned.

“I’ll make their parents regret doing such a shitty job at parenting.”

You gasped, halfway between scandalised and amused.

“Katsuki!” you reprimanded and smacked his lightly on the shoulder.

It did seem to cheer up your sons, though, who were now giggling at your antics.

“Daddy said a bad word,” your youngest twin giggled to you.

“He did,” you pressed your lips together. “And it was very naughty of him.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and instead placed the pup in his arms on the floor, taking him by the hand. You did the same and slowly, you both made your way toward the school gate. The mood dropped, but neither of your children tried to resist.

You could see a teacher standing at the gate to escort the new students and you made your way over.

“Remember,” Bakugou said before you reached the gate, stopping you all for a moment. “We’ll be back in this many hours,” he held up three fingers. “Can you guys tell me how many this is?”

“One… two… three…” they both said together.

“That’s right! See? You guys are going to be the smartest ones in there,” Bakugou boasted, ruffling their hair.

“Careful,” you teased. “They’ll turn into you.”

“Are you saying I’m always the smartest person in the room?” Bakugou grinned back.

“No, I’m saying you always think you’re the smartest person in the room.”

“Oi!” he growled, knocking his shoulder with yours. The pups giggled again, seeming to be in higher spirits. You escorted them to the gate at the front of the playground and let the teacher introduce herself.

And with one final goodbye, your pups were off into the nursery and out of sight.

You and Bakugou walked to the car in silence, digesting what had happened and processing that your little ones were now old enough for nursery. You both slipped back into the car and began the drive home.

It was weird to think that your children were neither with you, nor at home waiting for you, but that kind of existential deep dive could wait until later.

Bakugou’s hand settled just a little bit too high on your thigh. For the moment, it was time to appreciate the novelty of an empty house.

Jealously:

I don’t think anyone would be very surprised to find out that Bakugou can get quite jealous on occasion.

In the early days of your relationship, he’s very nervous that his alpha is going to find a ‘better’ omega, an omega who is more traditional, and leave him for them. It takes a lot of bravery for him to leave himself vulnerable to being abandoned, and occasionally the insecurities seep through.

He hates the whiny, simpering omegas that plaster themselves onto the nearest alpha, and it makes him furious to see anyone doing that to you.

He has no subtlety, no brooding angst, he just threatens the other omega(s) away to their face, and then drags you somewhere private to cover you in his scent.

Later in the relationship, things change. He’s extremely confident that his alpha is his. Why would they ever leave him? He’s the best fucking omega ever!

Instead, he gets jealous if he isn’t getting enough attention because you’re spending too much time with someone else.

He doesn’t do this in a possessive way, it’s just that he doesn’t get a whole lot of free time and when his alpha spends that free time with someone else? Another omega? He’s pissed.

He gets surly and passive aggressive about it, and it’s extremely obvious.

The best way to fix it is to just give him lots of attention, he won’t behave like this is you have to leave for something important (he understands duty like the best of them), so it’s very easy to address.

Bakugou idly stirred a pot of miso soup as the radio in the kitchen blasted out whatever awful top 40 song it had picked this morning. He had only put it on to fill the silence really, which was the only thing this awful excuse for music was good for in his opinion.

He was making breakfast for the two of you as a kind of mini celebration. He had two days off in a row, the first time in a couple of months because of his crazy work schedule and he wanted to make sure he spent every moment that he could with his alpha. And so, here he was, getting up early to prepare breakfast for your both.

There was a lull in noise as the radio switched between songs, and in the few moments of silence, Bakugou could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom. He grinned. Perfect timing.

He put down the last plate and waited for you to come out, you should be here any second now.

Fiddling with your shirt one last time you swung open your bedroom door, bag on your shoulder, finally ready to leave. You were interrupted momentarily by a delicious scent in the air. Bakugou must be cooking, so you followed the smell to the kitchen and walked in to say goodbye to him, vaguely sad that you were going to be missing his food, but he was probably only making himself something to bring to work, anyway.

And then you saw the elaborate breakfast spread your heart stopped. Had you forgotten an anniversary? Bakugou looked just as shocked to see you dressed up and ready to leave. However, his shock soon melts into frustration.

“Why are you all dressed up?” he growled, the excitement that had been on his face when you walked in now gone. “You said you weren’t working today.”

“I’m not,” you said quietly, confused as to why he was so upset. “Izuku messaged me while I was getting dressed and invited me for brunch, I was just going to meet him.”

Bakugou’s face screwed up at your words. He went to open his mouth but then stopped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was doing the breathing exercises that his therapist taught him for when he was angry. What had you done to make him this upset?

The relaxing exercises clearly weren’t working for him because he stood up from the table and stalked out of the room suddenly, shutting himself in your bedroom. You winced as the door slammed shut behind him.

Oh dear… you had made your mate so upset that he had shut himself away in your bedroom. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot. It was time for some damage control (and a quick check of the calendar to makes sure you hadn’t actually forgotten an anniversary or something.)

You shot a quick text to Midoriya, apologising for cancelling and letting him know that something had come up. He sent back a ‘don’t worry!’ message and about six smiling emojis. Well, at least he wasn’t also mad at you.

Fishing out a tray from the cupboard above the sink, you stacked it up with as much food from the table as you could, thankful that it appeared to still be warm, and carried it to your bedroom door.

“Katsuki?” you called out, knocking on the door with your foot. “I’m coming in, is that okay?”

There was silence. Well, silence was better than swearing, so you carefully slid open the door and moved towards the brooding lump on the bed.

“The fuck do you want?” he growled. “I thought you were going out to eat with Deku?”

You froze at his vicious tone. Was he jealous? Well, that was a lot easier to solve than forgetting an anniversary, at least.  With a smile, you slid the tray onto the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind you mate, letting out a reassuring scent. You wrapped your arms around him, ignoring how he tensed in your embrace, and whispered into his ear.

“Why would I spend time with Midoriya when I could be spending time with you, hmm?” you whispered, purposefully blowing hot air onto his neck. You revelled in his full body shiver. “The only reason I accepted plans with Midoriya was because I thought you were going to work.” You pressed as close to him as you could and placed a single kiss right behind his ear. Bakugou melted at the affection.

“Come on now,” you continued, a coy smile on your face. “Let’s not let this delicious breakfast go to waste.”

You reached over and scooped a little bit of rice onto your fingers before holding it up to his lips. Bakugou opened his mouth with only a small grumble in complaint, and you made sure to push your fingers a little deeper inside than perhaps absolutely necessary.

“I promise I’ll make this morning’s misunderstanding up to you.”

Miscellaneous:

Bakugou’s scent is fairly sweet but still quite smoky.

When he’s upset/stressed, his scent is like burnt sugar, and when he’s very happy/excited, he smells like almost like a marshmallow roasting on a bonfire.

It’s a very pleasant scent but it does tend to divide people. Some love it, and others hate it.  Bakugou doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about his scent (except his alpha, but shh, that’s a secret!)

In his family, his father is an omega and his mother is an alpha and while they are happy together, Bakugou always promised himself that he would never end up in a relationship like that. He didn’t want some alpha bossing him around like his mother bossed around his father.

Bakugou finds meek alphas (and people) annoying, but he doesn’t like super aggressive alphas either. He’s attracted to people who exist in the middle of those extremes.

Bakugou knew he was an omega from birth, and it was something he was very insecure about for a long time. It was a big part of why he turned out the way he did as a child, he was making up for something that he viewed as a weakness by being as aggressive as possible.

His mother wasn’t great at making him feel secure in his secondary gender, assuming he would like certain things and pushing him in certain directions simply because he was an omega.

His father said that he was there if Bakugou had any questions, but he let Bakugou reach out to him instead of reaching out to Bakugou, and Bakugou was too proud to make the first move.

Bakugou ends up deciding that being an omega wasn’t going to stop him becoming the No. 1 hero. He decided that he could overcome being an omega.

It wasn’t until he was an adult that he actually started to accept being an omega was a part of him that he didn’t need to overcome, but that he could instead embrace and that it didn’t make him weak to do so.

When he does become a mainstream hero, he makes sure to always tell the omega children that he meets that they can do whatever they want and still be an omega.

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