#(WIP next time miki is on his way)

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Overcoming Obstacles pt.1

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Rating: T

An old WIP I found lying around, and after reading it decided to polish it a bit and post it. It takes place a few days after the second date they had, meaning that it's still in college, way back. After all, who cares about time continuity. Right? :)

Enjoy!

Eren could get used to this. To waking up with an arm around his waist, a leg thrown over his and the unmistakable presence of Mikasa at his back, her hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin of his nape. That area of his body was a mystery to him sometimes, as he always hated when someone touched him there. Even his mother learned to respect the boundary. But when this girl, peacefully sleeping through her alarms, ran her fingers over that place, the expected nausea and unnatural fear he felt just didn’t happen. Yes, it was kind of weird that his mother couldn’t touch his nape, but Mikasa, who he knew for only a week, could. It could also be viewed as strange that they shared the bed so readily, an act intimate in itself, but somehow it felt natural as if they had been doing it for years. Sleeping only however, Mikasa was still very jumpy when it came to anything physical, and Eren was doing his best to respect that. Nice as it was, however, Eren really had to get up and ready himself for his class, but when he tried wiggling his way out of Mikasa’s embrace, she simply tightened it, not letting her personal body heater leave.

“I really have to go.”, he pointed out.

“Five more minutes.”, she mumbled sleepily.

Shuffling around in the unescapable prison of her embrace, Eren turned to face her.

“Miki,”, he began, “In this class, the lecturer is an ass. I can’t be late.”

She shrugged, unmoved by his pleadings.

“Sucks to be you then.”

Leaning closer to her face, Eren couldn’t help but notice how different she looked, now that the pale skin lacked the usual makeup and stuff. Much less goth-y one could say. How different her neck was without the customary thick choker and multiple necklaces with the massive cross as the centerpiece. Mikasa didn’t paint herself much with much variety, to uphold the goth standards she usually had heavy eyeliner paired with a black lipstick to match her nails. Her skin was pale enough and didn’t need any help to create the desired effect. As she understandably didn’t wear any makeup to bed, her morning look was different, although Eren would be hard-pressed to say which one he preferred. Both were great, especially with the bedhead morning Mikasa had, it was way too cute for her otherwise very serious attitude. On the other hand, her day-to-day goth outfit just matched the said attitude so well and all the black just suited her so perfectly…

Hell, maybe the only preference he had was the girl herself.

“Release me from your hellish embrace, demon.”, Eren tried again, appealing to her dark magic side, “For I must embark on an epic quest of getting into my class on time.”

Grey eyes cracking open, a smile tugging on her lips, she seemed happy to play along.

“To earn your freedom, young scholar, you must do what this demon-witch asks of you. Otherwise, you will be imprisoned here for all eternity.”

“And what is it, the thing that my captor would like?”

“You must brave your fear, gather all your courage and…..”, Mikasa’s smile grew wider, “Kiss the witch.”

“Kiss you?”

The spark in her eyes spoke of great amusement.

“Mhmm.”

Well, there was totally no need for Eren to brave any disgust, as there was none, but to keep in his role, he took a few deep breaths to pretend to steady himself, as if kissing Mikasa was something he didn’t take great pleasure in. Closing the short distance between their faces, their noses bumping slightly before sliding past each other, he pressed his lips against hers, the sensation sending a tingle down his spine. The kiss was supposed to be light, an innocent morning smooch, but it was never that easy with her. Instead of ending it, Eren found himself deepening it, rolling on top of her while their lips parted, tongues coming out to play. The witch’s demand has been more than satisfied by now, as Mikasa wasn’t even embracing Eren anymore, one hand moving up to his upper back, the black nails of the other scratching his nape on their way to tangle in his hair. But he just couldn’t end it, couldn’t separate his mouth from hers. Kissing Mikasa always made Eren lightheaded, desperate for more, starved. It was a drug, really. So, he pushed on, propping himself up on his knees so he could touch her, his delicate fingers sliding down her body, tracing the firm outlines, over the fabric of her sleeping shirt and lower to the mouthwatering curve of her perfectly shaped ass, getting more bold and sliding underneath the elastic…

Mikasa froze. It took Eren a few seconds to understand what he’s done, but when he did, he immediately withdrew his too adventurous hands, the arousal he felt disappearing and being replaced by shame.

Fuck.

He crossed her boundaries, the ones that he swore to uphold, just a few days back when they had their little heart-to-heart talk at the fast food place. Breaking the kiss was easy now, as Mikasa was completely still underneath him, her lips robbed of their usual nimbleness.

“I’m so sorry.”, Eren began, pulling back to give her space.

Taking a shuddering breath, Mikasa shook her head, running a hand over her pale face.

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry, I’m so fucked up and…”

To silence her, he pressed a finger against her lips.

“Don’t. Don’t apologize for being who you are. Ever. I said that I don’t mind taking things slow, and I really don’t, I should, no, I NEED to control myself better.”

It was hard, however, as the thing Mikasa was willing to do were many. She was very enthusiastic about kissing and being kissed, the eighteen years of neglecting her romantic needs coming back to bite her. But progressing past that and getting more physical was a big no-no so far, the mental barrier still too strong. Yet sleeping together was fine, even cuddling, but active touches towards her private areas made her freeze. It was difficult to navigate in, to follow her guidelines, and Eren was determined to find a way for himself in that labyrinth of her mind. He would wait, even if it took years, because just the mental image of her on their second date, eyes wide with fear and disgust, hands over her head in the  forced surrender, muscles taut beneath the skin how she fought herself not to push him away, that was enough to make any sort of sexual thoughts quickly dissipate. Eren wouldn’t force her to do anything Mikasa wasn’t completely comfortable with. He just wouldn’t.

She was silent, just watching him with wide eyes, lips trembling. Mentally cursing himself for pushing her again, Eren rolled away from her, knowing that right now she wants nothing more than to be alone. Making his way from the bed and towards the bathroom, he felt her gaze on the back of his skull, as he disappeared behind the door, giving her the solitude she craved. Eren took an extra-long cold shower to calm himself, not that surprised that when he came back, Mikasa was gone. She tended to disappear when this happened, taking a walk to clear her mind or going to gym to mercilessly abuse the punching bag there, relieving her frustration with her own body. Grabbing his bag, Eren made his way out of the door, finally leaving for his class, as he probably should have done half an hour ago.  Okay, maybe this relationship wasn’t all that easy, but that didn’t matter. Together with the pretty goth witch, he was sure that they could make it work. Almost sure. Hopeful.

Honestly, he just wanted her to be happy.

Mikasa avoided Eren for the rest of the day. And the day after. And then one more. She just couldn’t do it, couldn’t go back and pretend as if nothing happened. Couldn’t look into those blazing emerald eyes, smile, and then keep ruining his life. She had to face it. This relationship, or whatever it was, wouldn’t work. It was a farce from the get-go.

Anger. Rage. Pissed off at herself. All these dark emotions began swelling in Mikasa’s chest as if she was in high school again. That was her worst period, one that she managed to climb out of with Sasha’s help, her friend showing her the world in a better light. To get the frustration out, Mikasa did the only thing she knew. Went to the gym.

The bag is gonna get it.

Ending her sequence with a sharp kick, Mikasa was suddenly torn out of her zone by a loud ripping sound. The bag cracked, the leather parting, insides spilling. The gash went on for about half of the diameter, letting the lower half hang from the upper one by the other part, grotesquely swinging.

“Oh dear, are you hurt?”

An elderly woman came close, inspecting both Mikasa and the bag, a concerned wrinkle creasing her brow. Judging from her clothes and the way she examined the broken accessory, she must have been the one who took care of the campus gym.

“Am I in trouble?”, Mikasa asked, eyes wide, still not quite sure what just happened.

“In trouble? For what? Using the punching bag for its intended purpose?”, the woman chuckled, shaking her head, “Of course not sweetie, it must have been the bag’s fault. I’m just glad that you didn’t get hurt.”

Ok, so no trouble. Taking a step back, then another one, Mikasa slowly retreated towards the showers, a strange headache taking hold. What did she just do? The cold water beating on her skin did help, albeit just a bit, letting her taut muscles relax underneath it.

The punching bag accident left her ample time to get ready for the next class, so Mikasa didn’t rush anywhere. Just in her underwear, she took one of the bathroom mirrors as her own, staring at the visage that resided there. Skin so pale that she might as well be dead, dark circles under her eyes, shaped weirdly because of her Japanese half,  straight hair with no waves or curls to make it interesting. Looking back, she was stupid to even think that anyone would ever like her. It wasn’t going to happen, simple as that. Ever since she was a child the world was determined to kick her around, and Mikasa was dumb enough to expect that to change. Nah, it was time to stop lying to herself and embrace what she always was.

Freak.

To get the stubbornly straight hair away from her face, she made the usual two short braids, freeing more space to be painted on. By memory, Mikasa pulled the eyeliner from her bag, dragging it mindlessly over her skin. More, and more still, she didn’t stop until she had a rather impressive amount applied, creating a shadow that no one would miss. Not that anyone ever looked at her anyway. Satisfied, Mikasa went for her lipstick, matching the darkness of her eyes by the pitch black of her mouth. After inspecting her fingers and toes, to make sure that the midnight dark polish she had there was not chipped anywhere, Mikasa nodded to herself. There, now her makeup looked exactly as she felt.

Black tights, form-fitting black shirt, long skirt, those could almost pass for a normal outfit. Maybe her sleeves were a bit too long, but in reality it was the rest that gave away what she really was. Levi didn’t say anything when she came back one day with multiple new piercings in her ears, filling the upper part with more earrings than customary. By then, he had kinda given up on trying to influence what his sister would wear. The memory made her smirk even now, as she was snapping each ring closed.  The only pair Mikasa liked that was different from a simple circlet were the silver crosses, and she usually never let those out of her ears. They suited her too well. So did the simple black choker, a strip of leather with steel studs, tight around her neck.

Each piece of jewelry was handpicked by her, each necklace, each ring, Mikasa had a personal affection to her collection. With her fingers and neck adorned, the massive crucifix from Levi dominating her chest as always, Mikasa zipped up her leather boots, a pair that had her brother raise an eyebrow when he saw her wearing them.

“This massive? What are they for, stomping out hopes and dreams of someone?”, he asked back then, a quite lame attempt at a joke in Mikasa’s opinion.

The ironic part was, the only hopes and dreams she was walking on were her own. Satisfied that her overall appearance emits about as much cold and distance as she felt inside, Mikasa left for her class.

Which was boring. Or rather, she just couldn’t focus at all. Whatever wisdom the lecturer was trying to impart on his pupils flew right over her head, and she spent the class just watching her rings, comparing which one of them reflects the light in the prettiest way. It took some time, as she had quite a variety to choose from. When that grew old, Mikasa just doodled some pictures into her notebook, waiting for the class to end.

As soon as it was over, and they were given a permission to leave, Mikasa was amongst the first out of  the door, wanting nothing more than to get back to her dorm as soon as possible. Emotional as she felt, blasting some obnoxiously loud music from the speakers, laying on the bed, staring into nothing and hugging the pillow was the ideal way of spending the rest of the day. That was until she heard the voice Mikasa dreaded, the one that sent a warm tingle down her spine. Seems like that person who was messing with her head wouldn’t give up that easily and waited for her in front of the room.

“Mikasa? Can we talk?”

[bakudekuficlibrary]

Hello! I was wondering if there is any MPreg Izuku Stories Out There??

Anonymous said:ohohohoho, anonymous fuck back again. I’m wondering if you can find some pregnant deku (with bakugou being the father of course) but not rape! owo;

Sure thing, anon! I’ll separate the ones with a Rape warning and those that don’t because, even though not all fics with a warning are fics where Bakugou rapes Izuku, I wouldn’t be able to tell off of the tag alone. 

-Ellie

1 Series. 25 Works.

Doesn’t Have a Rape/Non-Con Warning

How to Train Your Shitty Omega by deanvspanties ( E | 130,614+ | 17/? )

Izuku will have Bakugou’s knot. He’s Izuku’s alpha after all.

I’m sorry for this, but I just had an image in my head of omega!Izuku destroying the school, hunting down Bakugou, and demanding his knot.

(Note: This one is tagged as “Possible Mpreg.” I’m adding it just in case!)

the last dragon-blood king by claimedbydaryl ( E | 107,008 | 13/13 )

Katsuki Bakugou was the alpha heir to a forgotten throne, reigning lord and warden of the Fyre Isles, a famed warrior of vicious repute in the Western Seas, and he would be wed to Izuku Midoriya by the day’s end.

A Mate’s Worth by GreyLiliy ( M | 44,367+ | 12/? )

Katsuki was only supposed to be at the Omega Shelter as Kirishima’s moral support. He wasn’t looking for a mate nor licensed to claim a mate from there. It should have been a quick, boring trip.

But then he ran into Deku—someone he hadn’t seen in close to eight years—in that same Shelter for Abused Omega. Walking away alone had never been an option.

SeriesPart 2 of A/B/O x My Hero Academia

Lips, Teeth, Hands by litathesissy ( E | 2,044 | 1/1 )

“Fuck me,” his omega said, and Katsuki dissolved.

Our Lives On Fire by KaeLash ( E | 41,134+  |13/? )

Katsuki Bakugo is the ultimate alpha. He finally has the life he’s always wanted but never thought he deserved. He’s an Olympic gold medalist and his career as a trainer is reaching new unbelievable levels of success. He’s married to Izuku Midoriya, an omega, whom he’s unadmittedly been in love with since they were kids.

They’ve just become new parents to a baby boy, Kazuki.

After becoming a father he still hasn’t been able to make peace with the ghosts of his past.

And what he finds even worse than that…he hasn’t been able to mate with his sexy omega in months…

Bakugo is at the end of his rope on his journey of accepting his rocky, mysterious past and becoming a husband and a new daddy.

(Hopefully he’ll get to tie Deku up with a rope again really soon…)

*Alpha/Beta/Omega Universe

Mated for life? by Kelly_jo ( E | 16,744 | 6/6 )

Izuku goes into heat and Katsuki loses it.

This is my first ever omega verse and I’m nervous.

[Dub-Con]

Still by my side by Rinba ( T | 9,678 | 8/8 )

He looked tired? No he looked exhausted. His skin paler than usual, and his build even though larger, looked to have lost some definition.

He looked, he looked like, “Shit, you look like shit,” the blonde spat, “Smell like shit too.”

Izuku laughed. It was a wet laugh almost hoarse.

“I’m pregnant Kaachan.”

SeriesPart 1 of Still by my side

Homemade Happiness by issawip ( M | 31,482+ | 6/? )

There was probably a bigger chance for Izuku to win the lottery then for this to happen, unfortunately instead of getting filthy rich overnight, Izuku had managed to choose the worst fucking person in the world to be his sperm donor.

a love story about an IUI, an extreme coincidence and two people seriously destined to be together no matter what

the way you expect by xenodickery ( E | 7,932 | 1/1 )

It was his third pregnancy scare.

The first was when he was 17, just after he was rescued from the League of Villains. The second a few months later when he and Bakugou couldn’t keep their hands off each other after what had happened. Both of those he’d seen coming, but not this.

SeriesPart 3 of what’s mine is mine

Bite Me by AnimeLoversInTown ( E | 12,565+ | 5/? )

Katsuki Bakugou is going into rut and needs to find a mate ASAP. It’s not too hard when the problem is that he has too many options. Izuku Midoriya was not aware Katsuki Bakugou thought he had other options. Izuku Midoriya is going to make damn sure Katsuki Bakugou knows that he does not, in fact, have any other options; and that those options know they don’t stand a chance.

[Underage]

Dessert Before Dinner by Morpheel ( E | 3,473 | 1/1 )

Ground Zero has his work cut out for him as of late.

Between his increased Hero workload, and a pregnant mate at home, there’s very little time to slow down and “smell the roses”, as they say. He’s too busy fighting the rampant crime rate going wild throughout the city without their Pillar of Justice on duty for 9 months.

Yet leave it up to Izuku to find his own way in squirming some quality time in before Katsuki’s shift.

[Series] BakuDeku Omegaverse by AvvarElf ( G&M | 1,408+ | 2 Works | WIP )

And when he begged so nicely, his skin flushed all the way down to his chest, cock fat and pink and wet, legs spreading wider, Katsuki was at his omega’s mercy.

Izuku and Katsuki’s wedding.

[On Hiatus] Impulse by HG_Wells ( Not Rated | 4,418+ | 1/? )

Midoriya Izuku is a just an ordinary Beta with no Quirk, bullied and tormented for his lack of unique abilities. His main assailant is his chlidhood friend, Bakugou Katsuki. His bully is rather special, born with a genetic defect that makes him stronger than a normal Alpha. They call the ones with these defects ’S-Ranks’. Laying dormant in Izuku’s body is his own S-Rank, it takes an inherited Quirk from his Step Father to pull this torpid trait to the surface.

Project: Heat by sterekhalinsk ( M | 2,914 | 1/1 )

Katsuki can do this. He can control himself around Deku, who’s scent has spiked in sweetness and is dripping in pheromones. He can maintain his composure as they work together on a school project. He can keep himself in check as his stupid smell wafts through the air, and directly into his nose.

He can’t do this.

[Underage]

Destined by ABO_gamer ( M | 1,732+ | 1/? )

Old wives tales say that everyone has a soulmate, that one person who compliments them beyond compare. In a world of hero dynamics and secondary genders, it never felt that simple to Izuku Midoriya.

Will Izuku be able to accept himself as an omega when even his soulmate has a hard time accepting him?

[Abandoned] My hero academia : next generation by Miki_Tamiko13 ( M | 11,728 | 6/13 )

I’m Miki bakugou and this blonde wuss is my baby brother tamiko bakugou. We are twins.Our parents are the great duo ground zero and Deku.

This is the store of how we came into the world.

[Underage]

Groupies by DemonufSans ( M | 865+ | 2/? )

they made a chat but a game of Kings game off line changed everything

SeriesPart 3 of My hero Academia fanfic and Request

You and Me by twilightwings ( E | 6,404+ | 2/? )

Not even being heroes are not hard enough, now a new problem had revealed it’s self to them the problem is it’s not a villain. the start of being parents.

SeriesPart 2 of Family love series

[Abuse]

(Note: This one is tagged with “Pregnancy,” but doesn’t specify who’s going to be pregnant.) 

【胜出】肚肚 by Mialin ( G | 301 | 1/1 )

简介：小孩子与大人的减肥。

Has Rape/Non-Con Warning

Cinnamon Bun Bun by DarkMachi ( M | 47,190+ | 23/? )

In a world with humanoid creatures called “pets”, Katsuki Bakugou finds himself suddenly the owner of a timid curly haired rabbit. How the fuck did that happen? Will the reluctant new owner and abandoned pet be the best thing for each other or will it end in disaster? Only the tags will ever know.

Warm and fuzzy fluff pet AU with hints of angst and humor!

*This story is mostly about fluff. Warning and “past” tags for a backstory chapter(s) almost exclusively. Will warn at the beginning of ANY chapter with ANY sensitive issues.*

[Rape/Non-Con]

(Note: I am reading this fic, so I can tell you that, even though this work has a Rape warning, it is not between Bakugou and Izuku.)

The Bonds that Bind Us by DMMegsie ( M | 28,298+ | 5/? )

Travelling with his trading caravan, Izuku is on his way home when they stumble across an already heated battle in the middle of an open field in the dead of night. Being mistaken as part of attacking party, Izuku finds himself fighting off the fabled Demon King of the Mountains of Fire.

However, during the battle, Izuku breaks a necklace on the Demon King that held an unspoken promise from his mother from long ago, which changes everything.

Nothing ever as it seems, nor is it simple. As an omega of elven descent, Izuku has a lot to learn about the greater world and himself. The same could be said of the half dragon lord of the mountain.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con]

Howl For Me by SaltyTofu ( E | 10,006+ | 6/? )

Izuku just wanted to learn more about plants and spend some time away from the city. He didn’t expect to be bitten by a psycho werewolf who is set on keeping him by his side. And what’s with all these weird side effects?

[Abandoned] Raising The Absolute Duo by Torishii ( M | 6,318 | 1/? )

Midoriya Izuku have love Bakugo Katsuki, his childhood friend, for as long as he could remember. Even if they are in high school, he remain his feelings all to himself. One day, Izuku meets a mysterious girl who advise him to admit his feelings to Bakugo so he won’t get hurt. He considers and did what she said.

However, in exchange, he’s get to experience something that is beyond a human’s knowledge and will turn his life upside down.

[Rape/Non-Con | Underage]

Chapter 4 & Chapter 5 of I Looked Up My Address and it Just Says a Garbage Can by Your_Bones( M | 1,920 | 2 out of 14 )

A dumping ground for unedited mini fics (around 700-1,000 words a pop, varies a lot,) based on prompts from my good friend kittenmittens. (Her counterpart, “A Walking Burlap Sack of Turds”, is also viewable here on Ao3.) Kind of a grab bag of fandoms and subject matter, but mostly focused on mpreg and other totally self-indulgent junk.

Read at your own risk, and don’t expect stunning quality for any of these: keep in mind they were all written in about an hour each.

[Rape/Non-Con]

(Note: The chapters linked do not contain Non-Con. It seems that the warning is for a different chapter on this compilation fic.)

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10 Questions Tag

I was tagged by @dreamywritingdragon Thank you :)

1. Tell me something you love about your current WIP(s)

I love how much Veracity had become the highlight of my year, and all the explorations into characterization and voices and world building I was able to get from writing it.

2. Three of your characters are coming with you on a road trip. Who are they and why did you pick them?

Kiira, because she would be the one keeping track of where the fuck they were going, and she’s calm in the face of danger

Leon, because he would keep everyone entertained by babbling on about art for the whole ride

María, because she would tell Leon to shut up eventually, so Kiira can get some much deserved peace and quiet

3. When you are not writing what are you most likely to be doing?

Whining about how much I need to write and how reluctant I am to start writing, lol. Which is kind of what I’m doing right now. Oops.

4. How do you name your characters?

For Veracity, I find a name that sounds good and/or has a fitting meaning, and is appropriate to the character’s culture. For my original series I have a system for names and I made a long list by sifting through the dictionary for days, so now I can pick names off of there.

5. Do your characters have any pets?

María grew up in a large family with two dogs and a cat. Miki had a giant, floofy husky back home in Alaska that she grew up with. The others are too busy being on the run to have pets.

6. Do you have a favourite time of day to write?

Hmm. I think generally speaking, I write better in the evening before I go to bed. Sometimes in the late morning, too.

7. Which of your characters would win the Most Huggable Award?

Henrik, because he’s a cinnamon roll despite his intimidating height, and he’s gentle in a clumsy sort of way, so he deserves all the love.

8. Which of your characters would win the Most Punchable Award?

Leon and Genevieve. They punch each other. And then Miki would punch both of them to get them to stop fighting. María says some pretty punchable things, but you’d be lucky if you get to punch her at all. She’s a pro at fighting.

9. How do you decide when you’re done planning and just have to start writing?

I’m a very paranoid planner, which is part of the reason it’s so hard to get myself to get back into writing. I’m ALWAYS planning what happens next, even as I’m putting words on the page.

10. Do your characters have any odd habits?

Genevieve never properly sits in a chair without some kind of odd posture. Miki likes to be barefoot at home no matter how freaking cold it might be. Henrik scratches his head so he has that permanent fresh-out-of-bed look. And Amélie is very grabby and always fights sleep no matter how tired she is, although she is a toddler, so maybe that’s normal. I’m sure all my OCs are odd in one way or another, but these are the ones that stick out most.

I’ll tag those with OCs, so @gear65 @hidden-inside-of-you @fiftyeightminutes @kinoglowworm and, umm, @peacocktalk (don’t know if you have OCs but you probably do)