Hellooo, i really love all your bnha fics! And i was thinking that if you could write a little something about like class 1-A as a pack, maybe? Any dynamics you want in any kind of genre. I just really lack bnha pack fics and i want some😅😭
domestic setting, fluff, sexual implications at the end
bakugou is the designated cook ⟶ when he's not training, he's in the kitchen cooking up a storm
always piling heaps of food on the omegas plates
"why're you not eating?! i made that fresh just for you, ungrateful brat!" (affectionate)
who gets to sit at the head of the table? the alphas had a brawl a few hours after moving in to settle the issue
shoto, bakugou, and izuku were left standing, bruised, bloody and ready to rip out each other's throats for that seat
hanta and asui insisted on a truce ⟶ a daily roster where one alpha gets to sit at the head of table for one day and then a different one sits there the next day
any slightest disagreement between the alphas = brawl outside
i think baku would also shove izuku any chance he gets ⟶ izu's just tryna hang up some laundry while chatting with asui when he gets pushed into the linen sheet rippling in the wind
the culprit walks away with that lopsided grin
honestly, i think baku would shove everyone but he just shoves izu extra hard (and then baku would brawl with anyone who shoves izu because only he gets to shove izu, duh)
one time, kiri accidentally shoulders ochaco in passing ⟶ man is on his knees begging for forgiveness as hanta and denki give him shit for being unmanly
ochaco just stands their rubbing her sore shoulder and insisting that she's fine
on hot summer days, asui, denki, and shoto would make snowcones ⟶ denki coaches shoto on current slang while asui cooks the syrup on the stove and shoto shaves the ice
kiri helps them distribute the snow cones to everyone
for the rest of the afternoon, shoto says the most out-of-pocket things ⟶ "these snowcones are so good! what flavour is this one?" "chat, is this skibidi rizz?"
denki gives him a thumbs up before cackling and choking on his snowcone
i'm sorry (i'm also cackling), i think tokoyami would try to imitate the alphas (biting off more than he can chew, a bit brash, physical ⟶ so like baku basically)
tenya calls a family meeting one night when tokoyami isn't home ⟶ baku thinks it's funny, ochaco feels bad for tokoyami, and izuku thinks someone needs to tell him
and then tokoyami just opens the door and all eyes are on him
"WHAT'RE YOU DOIN' BACK ALREADY?!" bakugou yells at him
izuku invites him to have seat and starts with, "you're not in trouble, we just noticed that [heroic inspirational speech about accepting yourself]."
tokoyami's blushing so hard from embarrassment and so grateful that no one can see it
he would lean on the other betas for direction in his life and self-acceptance ⟶ looking back, he's really grateful that everyone said something and didn't let him continue to make a fool of himself
i think shoto would be the family credit card ⟶ any purchases 1-a wants to make has to go through him
denki cries when shoto rejects his request to buy a $400 anime figurine (shoto gets it for him for his bday)
on that note, shoto would also track all of the pack's expenses ⟶ sitting at his desk late into the night, reading glasses slipping down his nose (gnawing at the bars of my enclosure)
izu convinces him to come shower with the rest of the alphas arkjnwjnfnwqfbj
yes, the alphas shower together ⟶ tenya was very hesitant at first, especially since mina wanted to join, but with some convincing (a pros and cons list), he was in
the testosterone levels are suffocating when more than one alpha is rutting ⟶ like imagine baku + shoto + kiri all rutting at the same time
betas would be working overtime neutralising those pheromones
orgys are definitely on the table (there's no such thing as monogamy in this household) ⟶ alphas n' omegas supporting each other😁
and on that note, rut + heat cycle calendar on the fridge
denki and ochaco bonding when one of their heat's is approaching ⟶ painting each other's nails while gossiping, cute lil bunny and bear headbands, doing their skincare routines together, cuddling together in their respective nest's and watching romcoms
but when their heat arrives... i would imagine it's like a frothing at the mouth control yourself situation for the alphas
like... who gets it first? who does the omega want to soothe their heat?
i think ochaco would obvs go for izuku, but she has a sweet spot for baku🫣🫦
baku brat-tamer when denki's in his heat convince me otherwise
a/n: i hope this has fed you well, dear nonnie. i really liked this request. it's different to anything i've written before. sloppy kisses for you mwah!
alpha!todoroki shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, fluff, talk of kids, in the shower, 2.1k
pt.1
The next week is a haze. You’re constantly out of breath, panting and mewing and moaning and squealing and screaming and all the rest of it. Your body belongs to your mate and he’s playing with it, moving it, folding it however he likes. And you couldn’t ask for anything more.
You two become one in a mix of sweat and fluids gushing and dripping onto any surface (un)fortunate enough to be touched by your passion. Bed, dresser, floor, island bench, couch, shower walls, balcony doors. He’s got you covered in his fingertips, stained black and blue. Hickeys paint the expanse of your neck, chest, and thighs. Not even your arms or hips are safe from his assault. And you love it.
Of course, you had to call in sick from work for next week. The reason you rasped out quickly over the phone to your boss while Shoto was drawing you back beneath the covers, was that you’re mate was “awfully unwell” and you had to “take care of him.” And taking care of him, you sure were. If the presentation went well? Who knows, who cares. It hasn’t crossed your mind since he had taken your phone from your hand and threw it across the room, onto the floor.
It was now day eight. The late morning sunlight was filtering into your mess of a bedroom. You were clammy with sweat and other fluids. Your body was pressed against Shoto’s side, arms wrapped around his torso. His warm arm is draped lazily around your shoulders, while his cold hand is resting atop yours just below his pecs.
You had woken up first, using the first few minutes to take in the sight that was your alpha. His mouth hung slightly open, soft snores coming from his rising and falling chest. His white and red locks were tangled and matted to his pale forehead. You waited patiently, watching to see if those long lashes would flutter, and if his eyes would open… but, they didn’t.
Chuckling quietly to yourself, you slowly remove yourself from his grasp, which is no easy feat, seeing as you were quite small compared to him. It took about ten minutes for you to finally drag his arm off you; it had tightened when you started to move, leading you to freeze up and wait it out, until his arm relaxed. You wobbled on your feet.
This is the first time you’ve stood on your own and tried to walk in days. You limp over to the bathroom, the ache in your inner thighs, your hips, your back, arms, everywhere, making it hard to walk properly. Once in the bathroom, your hands grasp the sink-top. Looking into the mirror, you see your own reflection staring back at you. Dark under-eyes; knotty [h/c] locks, some clinging to your ears and cheeks, others to your temples; the artwork his mouth had left behind all over your chest and shoulders. This man… You sighed.
Taking it slow, you make your way into the shower and turn on the hot water, than the cold. You wait for it to reach that perfect temperature before getting under and moaning with delight. The warmth washes away the stickiness on your skin and eases your sore muscles. It soaks into every part of your body, and all you can do is just stand there, palms against the little blue square tiles, eyes closed, and enjoy the sensation.
Soon enough, you’ve shampooed your hair and now let the condition sit in it, long hair in a makeshift bun. You’re rinsing off the suds from your skin when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. One hot, the other icy.
“Shoto!” You exclaim. You were surprised that he had woken up so soon, and even a bit saddened that you wouldn’t have more time to yourself before getting railed again.
“Hey,” your mate mumbles sleepily into your shoulder.
You lean back into him and turn around, placing your hands on his muscular shoulders. He hasn’t shifted. He’s just resting his forehead against your neck. He always does this whenever you’re cuddling. He’s thinking of what to say next, so you stay quiet and give him as much time as he needs to think. Seeing his usual quietness return, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in and smile. Your fingers run themselves through his locks mindlessly, dampening them.
You’re curling your fingers in the hair at his nape when he speaks, “I’m sorry.” Your brows furrow and lips pout. You pull back from him slightly, lifting his face up so that you can see that look in his eyes. Guilt. But why?
“Why are you apologising? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say more quietly than you had intended to, the words coming out barely above a whisper. The running water almost blocks them out.
“For all of this,” he says. He removes his cold arm from your lower back, long fingers pointing to all of the hickeys and bite-marks covering your décolletage.
You giggle, “Don’t be.” You run your fingers behind his ears. “I don’t mind.”
He shakes his head, dismissing what you’ve said. “No, you should mind. I can’t do this to you again, [y/n].” He averts his gaze, turning his head to the side. You guide his focus back towards you, much preferring those angelic, heterochromatic eyes on you than on the shower wall.
“Shoto, babe, I don’t understand what you’re saying," you say, forehead creased.
“You should be angry with me for how I’ve treated you this past week. I’ve been so rough with you. I haven’t been taking good enough care of you. I—”
You pressed your finger to his lips, shutting him up. “But I’m not angry with you. Well, a little over lying to me about your ruts.” You cock your head to the side, taking in that extra guilty look he’s got now.
Giggling, you continue, “But honestly, this past week has been one of my favourite weeks ever! Even more than the week we were staying at that beach villa. Do you remember that?” You grin wide, slowly removing your finger from his lips.
He nods in response, “But—”
“There is no ‘but’. I liked it and I hope you did to.” He brought you back into him, his forehead going back to it’s resting place on the side of your neck. His lips brush your mating mark.
He sighs, “I didn’t want you to see me like that.”
“Why not?” You can’t help but sound hurt. He’s your mate, your alpha, your husband… your best friend. Why wouldn’t he want you to know all of him the way he knows all of you so intimately?
“’Cause,” he mutters, “it’s shameful.”
“Getting batshit crazy to protect and screw your mate? I don’t think so. It happens to all alphas.” You laugh a little before continuing, “I hate to break it to you, but your not that special, pretty boy.” Looks like your massive ego has returned.
He chuckles all raspy into your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin, incomparable to the steam gathering around your bodies. “’Not that special’?” He pulls back and steps away from you, taking his cold and his heat. His eyes stare at you in disbelief, face painfully far from yours.
“Nope,” you smirk. You look up into his eyes, right brow slightly raised, daring him to take it further.
But, he doesn’t fall for it. Or at least, not yet. “You’re saying that I’m ‘not that special’?” You nod in agreement. “Hmm, you’re right. I’m not that special. But that doesn’t mean I want to hurt you every time I rut.”
Fuck, he still feels guilty. You look away, already wishing that you could skip the rest of the conversation and get to the part where you’re making out again. “Babe, look, I told you, I like it when you’re rough with me, okay? I like it when your slow. I like it when your romantic. I like it whenever you touch me, so please don’t feel so guilty about it.”
He still doesn’t look convinced.
“Honestly. I mean…” You trail off, thinking of a way to get it through to him that being aggressive and horny asf is a normal alpha thing and not a self-discipline problem. “Okay okay, do you think that I’m some horny, pathetic slut when I’m in my heat?”
“Of course I don’t,” he frowns disapprovingly.
“It’s the same thing!” You say, your hands flying up to his chest as you take a step closer. “I get super clingy, you get super protective, and we both wanna bang each other. There’s no shame in that.”
You’re on your tip-toes, leaning up towards him. He looks so hot when he’s mad, you can’t help but want to kiss him. He sighs and obliges, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, hands back on your body, exploring conquered territory. You two stay like that for a little. Shoto moving to place small kisses on your nose, cheeks, eye lids, and forehead, before coming back to your lips. Much to your disappointment, he finally pulls back, cupping your cheeks and gazing deeply into your eyes.
“You never told me where you put my suppressants.” You groan, rolling your eyes involuntarily. Not this shit again. Don’t tell me he wants to start taking that cr—
“I’m not going to take them, there’s no use now. But please, tell me where you put them.” He wraps his fingers around your chin, bringing your focus back to him.
You shake your head ‘no’. He sighs in response, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You follow suit.
“Please.” You’re such a sucker for when he pleads.
Huffing, you give up the secret location, “They’re in the dresser, top drawer, beneath my underwear.”
No response. It’s quiet between you two for three seconds too long. Shoto questions, “But why?”
“Why’re they beneath my underwear?”
“No. Why did you take them?”
You bite the side of your lip, pondering if you should tell him why you really took them or not. You don’t have to think for long though, the flesh slipping out from your teeth. “I took them because I’ve never seen you rut before. And, um well, yea I just got a bit concerned, you know?” Your alpha removes his forehead from yours.
Tilting his head to the side, he asks “Concerned about what?”
“Well, um, you know—” It falls quiet between you two for another minute or two. The water hitting the shower tiles is the only sound permeating the tension.
“No, I don’t know.”
“Shoto,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” You pout. He continues looking at you adorably, confused.
You sigh, “Fine. I was worried that maybe you were on rut suppressants because you didn’t wanna have kids with me.” You got real quiet at the end there, averting your gaze to look down at your feet. Did Shoto always have such big feet? They look pretty massive compared to your own right n—
“You thought that I didn’t want to have kids with you?” He slid his hands to your waist, the similar sensation calming you. You looked back up at him, seeing that he had leaned back down now, your noses almost brushing.
You nodded, “Yea. You know, I-I thought that straight after we got married we would start trying but… we just, um, we just didn’t.”
You were biting your lip again. A nervous habit. A nervous habit Shoto loves. He brings his thumb to your lower lip, pulling it out from the clutches of your teeth. He watches as the flesh perfectly rounds. Sighing, he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is tender, but deep. Tongues are swirling, hands seeking more and more of each other’s bodies, little moans escaping here and there. He pulls away slowly, saliva connecting your lips before snapping with the distance.
“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you doubt our future together. I just didn’t want you to see me like that.”
“I know,” you nod as you caress his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, gently brushing over the edges of his scar. It’s quiet for a little as you two just take in this moment.
“Why don’t we start trying then? When our cycles sync up we can—” You squeal excitedly.
Grabbing onto his shoulders, you exclaim, “Why don’t we start trying now?!” You’re grinning from ear-to-ear.
“O-oh oka—” You cut him off, smashing your lips back together...
Let’s just say that your attempt at creating new life today seemed very promising.
This one is more fluffy than anything else but still a bit of lemons.
Shoto blinked as he smelled his heat. It was approaching but still not quite there. He smiled as he came into the room, seeing the omega creating the nest he needed. Almost all the blankets and pillows were now present. Shoto stepped in, finding a stray pillow and grabbed the pillow off the ground. He blinked as Y/N chirped and whined. He smiled as he saw his mate, bare in the nest of pillows and reaching for the pillow.
He smiled and approached, handing the pillow over as he climbed into the nest, nuzzling his neck. “Mate, you’re anxious again,” He cooed, kissing his ear. Y/N blushed and whined as Shoto kissed the mark on his neck, growling softly. “I can smell how much you love this. Want me to knot you right now?”
“God yes,” He moaned, bending so he was presenting himself. “Please Alpha. I need your knot.”
Shoto moaned as he kept Y/N against him, pulling his legs around his waist. His omega, he remembered as he pumped into the man. He kept him close, kissing him and angling his hips to set off another orgasm, bringing himself closer to his knot catching. He shuddered as he cupped Y/N's face when the omega broke the kiss.
"Sho, please," he panted, craning his neck. "Do it. Claim me. Make me yours!" He begged.
Shoto broke and bit into his neck, their bodies quickly submitting to the intensity of their mating. Mates...they were mates. Shoto shuddered and cupped Y/N's face. His mate's face.
izuku and shouto dominating + breeding their omega s/o? for freaky friday!
GIMME *grabby hands*
Izuku kissed him lovingly as Shoto thrust into him from behind. He smiled at the lust-filled look on Y/N’s face. This heat was particularly rough on him. He’d been so stressed out he’d missed his last one, leaving him more desperate and clingier than ever. Nevertheless, the alphas were happy to oblige to his needs.
Shoto groaned as he gripped his hips, slamming into him harder. He watched the way his knot began to swell. “Gonna pop my knot,” He moaned.
“Yes, fuck yes, Alpha!” Y/N moaned.
“So hot,” Izuku groaned. Y/N whimpered in response, stroking him. “Gonna make sure I’m good and ready as soon as he pulls out?” Y/N nodded frantically. “Such a good omega. We’re gonna breed you so good.”
