another ko-fi request with an omegaverse au, thanks for your support anon and hope you guys enjoy!
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“What the fuck are you doing?”
You looked up, completely and utterly proud of yourself this time.
Soft, cushioned comforters were layered over the floor, plush and inviting. You had cushioned couch pillows and ones from your shared bedroom propped along the walls of your makeshift fort. Corners of Bakugou’s sweaters and shirts stuck out from crevices of your fort, causing his burnt sugar scent to permeate the air and you nuzzled fondly into one of the pillows using his shirt as a cover. “I really outdid myself this time!”
Bakugou stared at the creation and you before him, kicking off his shoes. Some annoying omega had been trying to scent him since his rut was coming and he’d told her to fuck off a little more aggressively than he probably should’ve–but he was Pro Hero Ground Zero and he was a one mate guy, fuckers be damned.
“What the fuck is this?” Bakugou repeated, correcting himself this time.
You blinked, “It’s a nest.”
“I can see that,” Bakugou said roughly. “Why is it under the kitchen table?”
You blink once more, “What do you mean?”
Bakugou dragged one hand down his face. He eyed the side of the kitchen for a moment, a flurry of thoughts of gas leaks and dust and just overall discomfort on the kitchen floor leading to make him wonder why you chose beneath the kitchen table. He contemplated a series of actions, one the most promising being dragging you and your nest back to his bedroom where you belonged, but your heat was around the corner and you were a picky thing and if you decided to give him the cold shoulder in your neediest of times, there was going to be a problem.
He also just really fucking wanted to have you in his arms right now in bed.
“Why the fuck,” Bakugou began calmly, crouching down to your eye level and he found the sweater he’d been planning to wear in your amassed pile as well, “did you decide to make your nest here, dumbass?”
You frowned, tracing one finger along your blankets. “….no good?”
Fuck. Bakugou placed a hand over his mouth, eyeing the well formed nest and then you and he narrowed his eyes. “Why not, y’know, my fucking bedroom like you always do?”
“I’ve been reading into it lately,” you explained eagerly, “a lot of people say nests should be lower to the ground and in a well roofed space–so isn’t this perfect?”
You patted the mounds of cushioned blankets and pillows for proof. Beaming up at him with the stupidest smile you could muster.
Bakugou was finding his earlier genius idea of hauling you out from underneath the table, nest and all, a lot more appealing now. You’d probably get some childish kick out of the mini sleigh ride but you might also throw a fit about your hard work and he’d have to wrestle you into bed again (which wasn’t hard but he wasn’t really in the mood). Bakugou grunted, dropping his hand from his mouth and reaching forward to grab one corner of the nest. To hell with it.
“Hey,” his eyes found yours again and he stopped, a fistful of blanket and clothes. You’re giving him your dopiest smile, eyes filled with love and adoration and fuck–he narrowed his eyes. You open up your arms, tilting your head to the side a bit so your neck is open to him and you smile. “C’mere.”
God. That’s the other thing about you nearing your heats–sometimes you’re an annoying ball of energy and stubborn, hardheaded tendencies so he has to wrestle you into place or get you in a hold to properly scent you because– “Katsuki, please! My coworkers are gonna gossip again and everyone knows I’m yours–” and sometimes you’re like this. Pliable, soft, and you welcome all advances because you just want him and–
Fuck. He had it bad.
Bakugou dropped his grip on your blankets. He dragged you closer to sit in between his legs and he buried his head into the side of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent mingled with his–his favorite fucking smell in this entire shitty world. You hum, the smallest of purrs starting up in your chest and he feels the alpha instincts in him flickering to life because you’re his and you’re his and you’re his. He tipped your head back further, dragging his tongue along one of your swollen scent glands and you card your fingers through his hair, smiling when he aggressively nips the side of your neck.
“It’s nice, right?” You inquire happily. Bakugou narrowed his eyes, grunting against your neck. “The nest!”
His darkened eyes peered over your shoulder. He took in the cushioned walls, the piles of clothes and blankets and pillows and he flicked his gaze up to the side of your face, a dopey, goofy smile curled over your lips as you carded fingers through his hair.
“Needs to be bigger,” Bakugou growled, toppling you over and smothering you against the mounds of blankets as he buried his face into the side of your neck and inhaled.
You grinned, wrapping your arms tightly around him as he set to work on loosening the tie around your sweatpants. “Can’t get it dirty okay? I want this one to last.”
“Look at that shitty pikachu, his stupid hair, his stupid face, his stupid-”
“Are you still upset about Kaminari flirting with (Y/N)?” Kirishima snickered along with everyone else at the table. Bakugou glared at his red haired friend as the whole table burst into laughter at his grumpier attitude.
The blonde huffed, narrowing his crimson eyes at the two walking into the dining hall. He felt his blood boil as Kaminari draped his arm over her shoulder, resting his head against hers as her giggle filled the room. “That should be fucking me.” He growled as Kirishima choked on the food he was eating.
“Bro, if you’re that upset about (Y/N) and Denki, why don’t you just confess to her? Jealousy isn’t a manly thing.” He shrugged, ripping a chunk of meat from his lunch as his matching crimson eyes flickered between his angry friend and his other idiotic one across the dining hall, smirking to himself as he gave Denki a subtle nod.
Kaminari laughed, shooting his friend a thumbs up, leading the girl over to the table, where there were only two empty seats left, coincidentally next to Bakugou. “Hey guys, sorry we were late. (Y/N) had a little trouble in the bathroom.” The electric boy smiled cheekily, pulling the girl closer to him as he leaned a bit too close to Bakugou, who was visibly shaking with rage at this point.
“It wasn’t my fault! Mineta spilled juice on my skirt and it’d be all sticky if I didn’t wash it off a bit.” She grumbled, hiding her red cheeks as a small explosion sounded beside them. Everyone’s eyes widened at Bakugou, who’s side of the table was charred. “Are you okay, Suki?” (Y/N) asked, leaning over Kaminari to put a reassuring hand on his arm, causing him to tense up.
“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, turning his head to hide the red hue scattering along his cheeks. Kaminari smirked and hugged (Y/N)’s waist that stretched over him, snuggling against her shoulder. “Wow! Just like (Y/N) to be so caring about others! Even grumpy, old Bakugou.” He cooed, squishing her cheeks as she whined and slapped at his hands.
A growl resonated from Bakugou’s throat, standing up quickly from his seat and gripping the back of the yellow haired boy’s uniform. “Wait-Wait, Bakugou I was kidding!” He yelled frantically as he was dragged out of the cafeteria, sending a pleading gaze to his friends, who only watched wide-eyed. “You guys owe me!” He yelled as he was dragged out of eye-sight, followed by an explosion and lightening.
Kaminari came back, holding two thumbs up as he short circuited and ditzily waddled across the dining hall. The group at the table burst into laughter as Bakugou took the unoccupied seat next to (Y/N), who snickered at the yellow haired boy. She rested her head on Bakugou’s shoulder, laughing softly as she gripped his bicep. “You didn’t have to do that, you know?” She whispered to him, poking his cheek so he could look at her.
Bakugou scoffed, rolling his eyes as he flicked her nose. “He was getting too touchy with you, I didn’t like it.” He mumbled, but subtly leaned into her touch when he heard her giggle more.
“Well you didn’t have to. I like you way more than Denki.” She smiled, pinching his cheek as he looked at her in bewilderment. “You do?” He said in shock, but quickly covered it with a scoff. “I mean, of course you do. I’m fucking amazing. Better than that off brand pikachu.”
“That.. and there’s no way I’d have any romantic feelings for my cousin. That’d be weird.”
Hi! So I have an idea and I would like to see more of your works so I was wondering if I could request a Headcannon or Scenario (whichever you prefer) where Bakugou’s having a mental breakdown in front of his s/o without even noticing, but his s/o does and they are quick to comfort him and reassure him? Thank you so much! I’ve seen a lot of Character comforting S/O but I’d like to see the opposite!
– Bakugou never talks about his feelings because it makes him feel weak
– but the second he lets his guard down, he feels his chest tighten
– his eyes are wide and frantic and he can’t get a grip on his thoughts
– tugs at his hair until his scalp aches
– punches at the walls and screams until his throat is raw
– but that’s only within the confides of his room
– in class, he’s more aggressive than usual
– almost starts a fight with Kirishima of all people
– you pull him into one of the empty hallways when lunch begins
– “What the fuck do you want?”
– you ask him what’s wrong and he stays silent
– until you see his chest start to heave as he slams his hands against the wall, trapping your between his arms as he rests his head against yours
– “Why am I so fucking weak? I can barely beat fucking Deku, every since he got All Might’s quirk. Why did I have to be the cause of All Might’s downfall? I can’t be a fucking hero if I was the reason the #1 quit.”
– his body starts shaking and you can see the tears at the edges of his eyes
– you don’t hesitate to pull him into your arms, the both of you collapsing onto the ground as he buries his head into the crook of your shoulder
– you reassure him that he’s the strongest guy you know, that his determination and passion to be a hero is all he needs
– your heart breaks when he lets out a hoarse scream and you know he’s been holding in all his frustrations
– you comb your fingers through his hair and let him cry it out, especially since these are one of the rare times he ever lets his walls down
– you whisper praises in his ear, telling him that he’s doing amazing and that he shouldn’t let this little bump stop him from getting to his dream
– you wait until he calms down, wiping the tears from his cheeks and pepper small kisses against his skin
– “now, who’s going blow up all the villain’s asses?”
YES. Okay !!! I made them s/o instead of crush, so this makes more sense!!
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Kabe-don.- a situation in which a guy slams his hand against the wall, pinning a girl against it. The proximity between the girl and the guy is so short that it can get her heart to go doki doki.
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Bakugou Katsuki
To say he was in shock was an understatement. He was going
out of his own room, ready to enjoy his free day. As he turned left heading for
the exit of the dorms, she intercepted him so abruptly, he had to take a couple
of steps back.
Then she pushed him effortlessly against to the wall.
Usually, he would be sturdy as a mountain, but he was definitely taken with his
guard down. So, for someone as small as her that was the only way she could
actually pull that out.
Bakugou was ready to quiz her with his eyes. What was she even doing?
She slammed her hand at his side wearing one sad try of a
smolder. Her eyes were glimmering with confidence. Bakugou’s brow arched at
her. He was about to spit some fine language at her when he finally realized
what she was doing.
Taking advantage of his height, that move was a common
practice of his. Mostly when she got mad at him. That was his way to corner her
into listening to him.
However, this was plain ridiculous. He was much taller than
her. Her small nose barely grazed his upper lip as she held her head high. It
was too comical.
He scoffed and made an effort to not let one loud laugh
through the whole place. He put his hand on her head and simply pushed her
back. She gasped.
“No! This is unfair!,” she immediately whined as he gained
control of her.
Bakugou bent towards her tilting his head to a side making
painfully obvious their height difference. His hand never leaving her head. He
looked at her straight to her flushed face and smiled like only he could. A mix
between playfulness and his usual cocky attitude. “Nice fucking try, midget.
Next time try growing a couple of inches before trying to kabe-don me.”
Todoroki Shouto
Shouto wasn’t taken aback at all, which made the whole
situation more awkward than necessary. He had caught her from the corner of his
eye. It was almost inevitable for him to, since his eyes immediately connected
with hers whenever she was near. It was like witchcraft how easily they found
each other in crowds. Naturally, as soon as she approached him and corner him
against the wall, he simply followed her lead without understanding what she
was planning.
Her right hand was on the wall, and she was standing as
straight as possible, which made her look a couple of inches taller than usual.
He looked at her with so much confusion, that her confident smile dissipated, and
was replaces by a faltering one. Her cheeks started to burn when she realized
she wasn’t getting any reaction at all.
As she stared at his eyes, Shouto stayed quiet, motionless.
His face reflected nothing but pure obliviousness. They had been closer than
that before, so he was unfazed by the proximity. It was even adorable, almost puppy-like,
the way his eyes were open in utter uncertainty. It was painfully clear he was
waiting for her to do something, but she wasn’t able to do so.
Feeling embarrassed, she backed down. Her face was now
adorned with an intense scarlet color. She was hoping for his cheeks to
flushed, or for him to simply get what she was trying to do. Instead, she was
the one who got shot straight through the heart with his unintentional, and
overwhelming cute expression.
“Are you okay?” he asked calmly as she covered her face with
both her hands.
“Please just forget what I just did.” Why the hell did she even believe Shouto would know what a kabe-don
was?
Sero Hanta
They certainly were a playful couple. It wasn’t unusual for
them to play small pranks on each other, or to simply get comically flirty. It
was absolutely entertaining to see how far they could take the joke.
For Sero, it was even funnier since he was so much taller. There
was plenty of material for them to get on each other’s back. Still, he wasn’t
ready for what was going to happen that evening.
She wasn’t someone weak. She attended U.A. alongside him
after all. They were at the same level when it came to strength. And well, he
had a weak spot for pretty girls. She overpowered him in that department. Her
fluttery eyelashes, even when she did that on purpose, or as
a joke, he fell for them every goddamn time.
When she cornered him, at first, he laughed, realizing right
away the move. It was hilarious for her to try to kabe-don him since he was
almost a whole head taller than her. He was ready to throw at her some
over-the-top romantic line so he could play along with whatever she was getting
into.
Then he truly lost. She was looking at him with sparkling
eyes and a mellow smile. She flapped her eyelashes at him. From his point of
view, right above her, they seemed longer. They were even creating a soft
shadow right below her eyes as curtains. He swallowed hard.
“Hello, Hanta,” she practically purred.
His knees went weak, and he shivered. The next second, he
fell flat on his ass with what could only be described as a love-struck expression.
Dumb smile and even dumber eyes glued to her. His face was dusted with a soft pink
color. He was drunk in love. She smiled happily, bent, and deposited a small
kiss on his forehead. Since he was now sitting on the floor, he was finally within
her reach.
A complete, and indisputable success, she thought to herself.
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Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it! – Admin Bunny
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Normally your cat doesn’t take too much interest in guests
At most, it tended to hang out in low traffic areas out of reach, if not out of sight.
But it was different with Bakugo.
Your cat had taken to sitting at attention in plain view and just glaring at your boyfriend with a twitchy tail.
It was obvious Bakugo was its target, too. It would politely move out of the way if anyone else walked in its direction, but it seemed to intentionally inconvenience Bakugo at every available turn.
“Shitty animal, out of the way. I gotta get to the bathroom.”
Of course it wouldn’t move and would only continue to stare him down until he walked around it. Obviously, he wasn’t going to kick your cat.
“Stupid furball.”
Midoriya:
Your English Bulldog was so sweet, and Midoriya was always such a great guest, you had no idea why your pet was being so difficult when he was around.
You had both decided to just let things be when he tried to kneel down and pet its head only for the dog to shy away uncharacteristically, but that was only the beginning.
Your dog became especially needy whenever Midoriya came around – standing close enough to rub its shoulder against your leg when you were standing and draping its head across your feet when you sat down.
It also always seemed to want attention whenever he leaned it just a bit too close on the couch – going so far as to paw at your leg whenever it happened.
“Come on, buddy. I don’t mean anything. I’m not trying to take them away, I promise!”
The long stare and low whine was all the answer Izuku got.
“I guess we’re just going to have to be a little patient with each other, huh?”
Kirishima:
You have a Shiba, and as sweet and funny as it can be, things have been noticeably different since your new boyfriend has been visiting.
Your dog’s usual shenanigans were always so entertaining, but this was different.
If Kirishima sat next to you on the couch, your Shiba would immediately fill what little space was between you two.
If there wasn’t quite enough space, it would make a point to stand or lay across him while completely ignoring the fact he was there.
Heaven forbid they be alone in a room together for any amount of time, and the staring contest would begin.
“Hey, uh, (Y/N)? I think your dog doesn’t like me.”
“What are talking about?”
“Well, we’ve been sitting here the past couple of minutes, and he hasn’t moved and hasn’t broken eye contact. I don’t even think he’s blinked.”
“Maybe he just needs to warm up to you.”
He’s tried playing with your dog and even throwing his favorite toy which is his favorite game, but it always ends with him watching the trajectory of its flight and then goes right back to staring at Kirishima.
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