FAMILY MAN [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader] PT.2
You laid on Bakugo’s pillow, one arm pinned under your head while the other played in the blondes’ hair. The man was lying on your chest, in the glow of his preheat. He had invited you to his room after classes, just to allow you to scent everything he needed you to in his nest. Nothing sensual had happened yet, during your research you had learned that all an omega really needs before their heat is the scent and attention of their alpha. Their alpha…were you Bakugo’s alpha? He had never asked, you had never asked for him to be your omega either though. It was unspoken arrangement between the two of you that you would only go to each other for things like this. He had never smelt the lingering scent of another omega on you, and your interaction with omega classmates were limited, always holding yourself three steps away from them.
You enjoyed basking in his scent, it was smoky and woody. Like sitting by a campfire on a snowy night. You could drown yourself in it. Times like these were nice, when Bakugo wasn’t his usually angry self, when he wasn’t yelling at you, or pulling your hair and calling you an idiot. You lived for the few times when he acted like a domesticated cat. It’s almost as if he enjoyed your company as much as you enjoyed his. You truly did love him. 17 and in love, how stupid of you. But with him in your arms clutching you like a lifeline, how could you have not fallen in love with him?
You stared at Bakugo dumbfounded, his push away from your embrace wasn’t as successful as he had hoped, your hands still had death grips on his upper arms. His glare remained on you though, unwavering as you slowly pulled in closer to him, looking in his eyes.
“Why the fuck are you in Japan?” He asked, pulling his face away from your curious gaze. Despite the grip you had on him, your hands were still comforting, and safe. Not letting him go. But he needed to leave, he couldn’t deal with this shit right now, there was still a villain on the loose.
“Kat, what are you talking about?” You asked slowly. Your hands left his arms and snaked up his shoulder and face, something you used to do to him all the time when it was just the two of you. He would have never let you show him affection like this in public when you were teenagers. Old habits die hard because the moment your fingers intertwine in the hair he’s pulling himself off the other side of the bed to put some distance between you. Something in your eyes flickers that he’s all too familiar with; disappointment.
You always had that look on your face in high school. When he didn’t scent things for you, or didn’t acknowledge you outside of class, or told you when he didn’t love you. The last one was probably what he was most ashamed of. You loved him, despite how badly he treated you. How little did you think of yourself to let him walk all over you like that?
Years of just hit after hit from him and you always came back when he called. Until you didn’t.
“Did you get tired of dicking around in America? Does anyone even know you’re back? That you’re married?” It figures that he wouldn’t even be on the list of people you’d tell, it’s not like you have given him any life updates since you left. But he would have a least heard about it from Shitty Hair or Pinky, hell even fucking Deku would have had something to say about you returning. He can’t keep secrets for shit. He had told Bakugo a while Hatsume has been trying to recruit you for years to come back and work with her on support gear. All of her efforts had been unsuccessful though, apparently you enjoyed your job in America.
You had your own little life out there. One that he knew nothing about.
Your disappointment turned into a little pout, and you tilted your head in that cute fucking way you always do when you’re thinking. You share a look with the medical staff, who is all still crouched in the corner of the room and watching the two of you. One of the doctors you make eye contact with is finally man enough to stand up and approach Bakugo.
“Mr. (L/N), we think that there may be some trauma do your head after the attack, if you could let us run some neurological assessments and a MRI we can get a better idea of what we are working with.”
“I DIDN’T HIT MY FUCKING HEAD!” He yelled, the doctor was quick to back away from his outburst. You were quick to jump into action, directly all his attention back to you.
“Kat, it’s okay, it’s just routine.” You lied like he wouldn’t know. Like Bakugo hasn’t landed himself in the hospital a dozen times and already knows a routine assessment. You sounded defeated though, like you didn’t want to fight but weren’t going to back down. You would drag him kicking and screaming to the MRI if you had to. “I know you’re upset but Deku got the villain after he knocked you out, okay. Let’s just get all these tests over with and I will take us home.”
The distance Bakugo put between you didn’t seem to detour your calming scent, but you made no move closer to him out of respect. He was mad, and you’ve seen him made enough times to know to give him the space he needs. Bakugo is just staring at you, a mixture of emotions that he wouldn’t appreciate you deciphering in front of all these strangers. Because what the fuck did you mean “take us home”? To your home? To his? And Deku wasn’t even near the fight when it happened, how the hell did he swoop in and save the day? You nod silently the way to the door for the doctors so the two of you can be alone. They take the hint.
You sit down in the hospital bed, watching as Katsuki paces around in his anger. After what feels like forever he looks at you, only you. And you swear you can see a glimmer of water in the corners of his eyes.
In a flash, the omega is back in your arms, face burrowed in your neck as you run your fingers through your hair again. “Why are you here?” He whispered, and the sound of his voice is enough to break your heart and two. Because neither of you had an actual clue what was going on in each other’s heads. You wanted to ask him what he meant, because he saw you this morning before work. He lifts his bed from your shoulder to meet your gaze. Katsuki Bakugo, number one hero, was sitting in your lap on the brink of tears because a low level villain caught him off guard? No, no something else was going on. You could tell, he was confused and scared and angry all at once. You cup his face and pull him close.
“My Husband is in the hospital.” you laughed, “Where else in the world would I be?” You gave him a small kiss on the lips, pulling away all too soon. Bakugo’s hands find your wrists and put them in a death grip, preventing you from moving away. The kiss he gives you is more passionate, like he thinks it is the last one he will be able to give you in a while. You make a surprised noise until you melt into it. He’s rubbing his scent all over you as if you weren’t already drenched in it.
Him? Your husband?
A/N: That’s so lame of me not to update in months and I want you all to know I’m as disappointed in myself as you are.
FAMILY MAN [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader] PT.1
Bakugo's hero agency was thriving - doing statistically the best in Japan out of all the agencies at the moment (shove it Deku). He quickly gathered traction up the hero ranking, he made it. This was his dream. The problem though, Bakugo’s area of expertise was fighting, specifically, hand to hand. Quirks that messed with the mind or reality always threw him for a loop. So when he comes across a man with glowing blue fingers, the hero had barely landed his first attack before everything around him vanished into black smoke. And he’s down.
The next thing he knows, he’s in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and a shit ton of people in white coats. He doesn’t even have time to process his surroundings before he’s being swarmed with people shining penlights in his eyes.
“Get the FUCK OFF ME.” He yelled, shoving a younger looking man out his damn personal space. He was hooked up to all kinds of wires and lines, yanking at them to get them off and out of his body. The sound of the doctors protesting was drowned out by him screaming over them to get away. He gripped the wrists of one of the doctors trying to stop his from pulling the IV out, pushing him away harshly. She fumbled a few steps away, holding her wrist with a pained whimper. “I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME.” There’s a magical freak out there terrorizing people and robbing banks and they want him to stay in this room? Fat fucking chance. A door swung open.
“Bakugo Katsuki.”
The room went silent. The doctors or PAs or whoever the hell all these people are suddenly shut their mouths. That voice. Your voice boomed his name.
The scent of an agitated alpha filled the room. And despite the sour note from the anger, he could recognize the smell almost instantaneously. Suddenly he could hear his own heart beating in his ears.
At the hospital door, stood you. You looked frantic and worried and pissed all at the same time, your clothes were disheveled like you had been running. Your left hand held a death grip on the doorframe while you’re right was on the knob from where you swung the door open. In the nasty florescent lighting of this place, a solid golden ring gleamed on your left hand. So many thoughts started buzzing at once. A wedding ring. You were married - mated. You were in this hospital. You just yelled at him. You looked almost exactly the same as the last day he saw you.
He didn’t know what feelings he was feeling right now.
It’s been years since Bakugo had last seen you, eleven. It made sense that you’d move on, mate with another omega, he made that decision for the both of you. He told you to go to America, to leave him alone. And from what he remembers of that conversation he wasn’t very nice about it.
You started to approach Bakugo slowly, like you’re unsure of what he’ll do. It’s now that he realizes that he’s halfway off this hospital bed from his attempted escape. Your scent starts to even out, the sourness from your anger fades with every step you take closer to him. He wants to speak, to say something to you. To fuck off, or ask why you’re even here, or what you want. But he doesn’t. He lets you come closer, because even after all these years your scent is still the only one that gives him any remote sense of peace. He’s always hated hospitals.
When you do finally reach him, your touch is soft. It’s like you’re scared, you put his face in your hands and your eyes surveyed his features. You seem satisfied with whatever you’re looking for because the hands on his face begin to thread through his hair and now you’re hugging him. You’re hugging him. You’re hugging him. Any anger still left in his body directed towards the staff or you suddenly lifts like a weight off his shoulders. You hold him close like he’s gonna float away with the wind if you don’t.
“You’re okay.” You whispered into his hairline, tucking your nose in on the top of his head. “I was so worried, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here faster. I dropped off Hinata and Ren with your parents.” It sounded like you were talking underwater. All he felt was his scent begin to mingle with yours as you scented him. It felt so nice, to have this feeling again, to have you want to be near him. He wanted to reciprocate the affection.
But he didn’t.
Whatever the hell was happening right now, wasn’t right. Bakugo tucked his arms between the two of you and shoved you away. Confusion flooded your face as you took a step back, your hands still holding on to his shoulders.
FAMILY MAN [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader] PT.1
Bakugo's hero agency was thriving - doing statistically the best in Japan out of all the agencies at the moment (shove it Deku). He quickly gathered traction up the hero ranking, he made it. This was his dream. The problem though, Bakugo’s area of expertise was fighting, specifically, hand to hand. Quirks that messed with the mind or reality always threw him for a loop. So when he comes across a man with glowing blue fingers, the hero had barely landed his first attack before everything around him vanished into black smoke. And he’s down.
The next thing he knows, he’s in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and a shit ton of people in white coats. He doesn’t even have time to process his surroundings before he’s being swarmed with people shining penlights in his eyes.
“Get the FUCK OFF ME.” He yelled, shoving a younger looking man out his damn personal space. He was hooked up to all kinds of wires and lines, yanking at them to get them off and out of his body. The sound of the doctors protesting was drowned out by him screaming over them to get away. He gripped the wrists of one of the doctors trying to stop his from pulling the IV out, pushing him away harshly. She fumbled a few steps away, holding her wrist with a pained whimper. “I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME.” There’s a magical freak out there terrorizing people and robbing banks and they want him to stay in this room? Fat fucking chance. A door swung open.
“Bakugo Katsuki.”
The room went silent. The doctors or PAs or whoever the hell all these people are suddenly shut their mouths. That voice. Your voice boomed his name.
The scent of an agitated alpha filled the room. And despite the sour note from the anger, he could recognize the smell almost instantaneously. Suddenly he could hear his own heart beating in his ears.
At the hospital door, stood you. You looked frantic and worried and pissed all at the same time, your clothes were disheveled like you had been running. Your left hand held a death grip on the doorframe while you’re right was on the knob from where you swung the door open. In the nasty florescent lighting of this place, a solid golden ring gleamed on your left hand. So many thoughts started buzzing at once. A wedding ring. You were married - mated. You were in this hospital. You just yelled at him. You looked almost exactly the same as the last day he saw you.
He didn’t know what feelings he was feeling right now.
It’s been years since Bakugo had last seen you, eleven. It made sense that you’d move on, mate with another omega, he made that decision for the both of you. He told you to go to America, to leave him alone. And from what he remembers of that conversation he wasn’t very nice about it.
You started to approach Bakugo slowly, like you’re unsure of what he’ll do. It’s now that he realizes that he’s halfway off this hospital bed from his attempted escape. Your scent starts to even out, the sourness from your anger fades with every step you take closer to him. He wants to speak, to say something to you. To fuck off, or ask why you’re even here, or what you want. But he doesn’t. He lets you come closer, because even after all these years your scent is still the only one that gives him any remote sense of peace. He’s always hated hospitals.
When you do finally reach him, your touch is soft. It’s like you’re scared, you put his face in your hands and your eyes surveyed his features. You seem satisfied with whatever you’re looking for because the hands on his face begin to thread through his hair and now you’re hugging him. You’re hugging him. You’re hugging him. Any anger still left in his body directed towards the staff or you suddenly lifts like a weight off his shoulders. You hold him close like he’s gonna float away with the wind if you don’t.
“You’re okay.” You whispered into his hairline, tucking your nose in on the top of his head. “I was so worried, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here faster. I dropped off Hinata and Ren with your parents.” It sounded like you were talking underwater. All he felt was his scent begin to mingle with yours as you scented him. It felt so nice, to have this feeling again, to have you want to be near him. He wanted to reciprocate the affection.
But he didn’t.
Whatever the hell was happening right now, wasn’t right. Bakugo tucked his arms between the two of you and shoved you away. Confusion flooded your face as you took a step back, your hands still holding on to his shoulders.
Bakugo Katsuki made it to the #1 like he said. Nothing is holding him back - not his omega status, his anger issues, Deku, or you. He has everything he has always wanted. He’s the best.
Bakugo is busy running his own agency in Musutafu, while you’re off in the states making bank inventing high tech support items. Neither of you have spoken in 11 years. Which is fine - it’s fine, not like the greatest hero in Japan would waste his time thinking of you. Until he has to.
A quirk incident send Bakugo into the body of a version of himself that didn’t break your heart the day after high school graduation - that asked you to stay when you had the internship in America instead of pushing you away. Now stuck in the version of himself that he was terrified of becoming - a mated omega. He’s suddenly living behind a white picket fence with a husband and twin 5 year olds, for an unknown amount of time, and no way to get home.
A few have been asking for more Omega Bakugo. I recently watched “The Family Man” (2000) so the plot of this story if you want it would be heavily based on that plot but accommodated to the MHA universe.
Can you list all of the Kakashi-centric episodes? Episodes that focus on anything Kakashi! Please and thank you. If not can you point me in the right direction so I can find a list like this.
wow anon! such a huge task?! uuum… anime episodes? well… I’ll try my best (sorry if I forget something)
AGREEMENTS [ Omega!Gojo Satoru x Alpha!Male Reader ]
Gojo sat in the corner booth of the bar, blocked in my Sugura and Shoko. His drink on the table was forgotten. He’s gaze was locked on you, tucked against the wall by the bar by a tiny omega girl, rudely infiltrating your personal space. If looks could kill you and that girl would be stiff on the floor right now. She was not a subtle about showing off her breasts, bending over and bouncing in that low cut top as she exaggerated whatever she was talking you about. You’re not even a chest man.
This was suppose to be a fun night for the four of you. It was one of the only times that all of you had off, you were gonna get drunk and catch up. You were getting another round of shots for them when this women cornered you. He watched as you grin at her and say something, he couldn’t quite it hear over the music but it made the women laugh. Gojo suddenly regrets the stupid joke he made at the beginning of the night that it was okay to ditch if the opportunity of sex were to arise for any of you.
The world slowed down as he watched you put your hand on her hip and tug the omega closer to you, whispering something in her ear. A sound a protest escaped his lips. Your bodies were pressed flushed up against each other, practically dry jumping at this point. Satoru stood up abruptly from the booth, ready to hop over the table to go…do something? Stop you? Save you? He’s face soured, all he knew is that you weren’t the type to pick up a omega in a bar. He’s watched you turn many omegas down in this exact situation. So you must be drunk, or she must be using her scent on you. He felt Sugura’s hand on his shoulders, yanking him back down to a sitting position.
“What the hell are you doing,” Satoru protested, pushing his friend’s hands away from him. He had to go help you. Geto gave him a disappointing look, glancing at Shoko, clearing opting to keep his mouth shut. He felt her hand in his arm next, a more comforting and softer grip then Geto had on him.
“You shouldn’t interfere,” she began, “You’re just going to confuse or upset Y/N.”
Gojo jerked his arm away suddenly, “What are you talking about?
“You didn’t want to be exclusive with him, well, the road goes both ways, Satoru.”
Oh. He did tell you that, didn’t he? Not even a month ago, while the two of you were bathing in the afterglow of his heat you brought up the idea of courting. He told you no. Almost immediately. Some excuse out being too young to be tied down - only being twenty years old now. It’s not like Gojo had anyone else in mind when he told you that, but he’s young, he can’t have a alpha yet. You told him you understood, that you wouldn’t bring it up again.
You didn’t treat Gojo differently after he rejected you. You were still one of his best friends. You still spent your nights tangled together when Gojo called. You both still knew each other like the back of your hand - except right now, when you’re oblivious to his gaze because you’re too entranced by the omega in front of you. Did you think this wouldn’t bother him? Watching you with another omega, watching you whisper pick up lines in her ear, watching you pull her close in way that’s he’s only ever been pulled close like before. Do you not see him right now?
He watches as the omega turns to the front door of the bar, handing sliding down your arm in a seductive manner as she turns her head to you and give you a knowing stare. He’s going to throw up, you were gonna leave with her, you were gonna sleep with another omega. You take only four steps towards the door before Gojo is flying over that bar table too fast for Geto or Shoko to grab him. He grabbed your free arm, the one that women wasn’t guiding you out by and yanked you back.
Your gaze, for the first time since you left the booth for shots, returned to Gojo. Gojo who looked like a deer in headlights so you couldn’t even yell at him for pulling you so hard. You could see a glistening in his eyes, and you smelt it - the scent of distress filled the air around you. It was suffocating. You saw Geto and Shoko stand up from the booth to make their way over to the two of you.
“Please don’t.” His voice crackled.
Gojo wasn’t your omega. He had told you once that you had no obligation to him as a alpha. You were not his alpha. But despite that - Gojo was still the omega you loved. He was standing in front of you, nearing tears. How could you not do everything in your power to make him feel okay. You pulled your arm out of the women’s hold, despite her iron grip, and pulled Gojo into your embrace. You tucked his head into the crook of you neck and let out a calming scent, rubbing his sides until you felt his rapid respirations even out. He gripped you like a lifeline. You were out of that women’s grasp now, he just had to keep it that way. Then everything would be okay.
“Excuse you.” She women spat, reaching out to grab your arm. For what, you don’t know. Gojo peaked his head over your shoulder, a growl and a snarl directed at the women. He yelled at her to get back. She jerked her hand back, as if Gojo was gonna bite her if she didn’t. Huffing, she turned away and disappeared back into the crowd at the bar. He eyes never left her, you could feel his fingers digging into your jacket, trying to pull you closer.
“It’s okay,” you whispered in his ear, combing your fingers in his hair and nuzzling into him. You gripped the back of Gojo’s legs, lifting him up to carry him out of the bar to prevent causing more of a scene then you already had. His nose stayed buried in the scent gland on your neck as you carried him inside your apartment.
You never quite understood Gojo’s omega instincts in the rare occasions that he let them show. You were both now sitting on your couch, Gojo was straddling your lap, his scent evened out, but things were still tense. You could feel tears on your shirt were Satoru had his head buried.
“I’m sorry,” he cried, “I’m sorry. I don’t wanna be with anyone else.”
“Gojo…”
“I don’t want you to be with anyone else.” He continued. It felt like someone had ripped his stomach to shreds, and he was able to stop you and that women before anything happened. But how would it feel when you actually slept with someone else? What if you fell in love with someone who wasn’t him? What if you left him forever? What if he missed his chance because he was too young and dumb to accept your love? Just the thoughts of you not being around brought in another wave a tears.
“Gojo,” you thumbed away his tears. “If that is what you would like, I promise.” His eyes brightened a fraction. Small victories. Gojo slipped his hand over yours, nuzzling it against his face and releasing a pleased scent.
“Really?” He hummed.
“Really.” You agreed, “I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I know that you said you didn’t want to be exclusive, but It wasn’t very considerate of me to entertain another omega’s advances with you around. I should have known better, and I’m sorry that I caused you distress.” You bowed your head to the best of you ability given your current position. You’re truly ashamed, Gojo can tell that much. You never apologize unless you truly believe you’re in the wrong, you and him are alike in that way.
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