#a/b/o bakudeku

[dabideku-tododeku-bakudeku-2023]

Question?

Tell me, which of these would make a better Alpha for an Omega Izuku? Personally, I like both for different reasons.

Bakugou Katsuki: He is a typical Alpha type; strong, aggressive, confident, and passionate. He is certain of who he is and what he is going to do unless Izuku is involved. Because of his previous treatment of Izuku, he feels that he isn't worth the warmth the omega exudes constantly, but he is willing to DIE to protect it, to protect HIM. He will sound angry and cuss up a storm in the eyes of the public. He also sounds like he despises Izuku when others are within earshot, but at home, his voice softens with a hint of an edge to it. At night, in their den, Katsuki will cuddle and speak sweetly to Izuku, especially when Izuku has a nightmare (which given the war, that happens often.) NOTE: The GIF I used for Katsuki was chosen because it looks like he is looking at Izuku, then telling somebody in front of him to back off, or they will get an explosion to the groin!

Next!

Todoroki Shoto: He is not a typical Alpha. Sure, he is strong and he can be passionate, but he isn't wholly aggressive and he isn't all that confident. This comes from his past. As he was pushed to be better than the best, he was told that emotion was a weakness and that he should throw away all weaknesses. His father did his best to make an aggressive, cold-hearted powerhouse that surpasses all, and he was for a time...until Izuku came along. With that fateful fight, and Izuku convincing Shoto that he was his own person and that his quirk was his own, Shoto changed. The aggression eased off some, and his emotions started to resurface. Although confident in combat due to his training, around others, and especially around Izuku, his confidence shatters. He is afraid to hurt Izuku and will treat him gingerly. Upon Izuku accepting him, he will steadily grow more passionate; more passionate about loving him, caring for him, and protecting him. Like Katsuki, he feels less than worthy of Izuku's affection, but also like Katsuki, he is willing to die to protect and prove his love for Izuku.

Conclusion!

Both guys love and cherish Izuku in their own ways; Katsuki is more loud and edgy, while Shoto is more gentle and unsure in his affections. I can think of several stories for both of them! What do you think about what I have said? What can you add in support of them? What can you add against them? Please, I would love to know your thoughts!

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

So you know when you're writing a scene where the hero is carrying an injured person and you realize you've never been in this situation and have no idea how accurate the method of transportation actually is?

Oh boy, do I have a valuable resource for you!

Here is a PDF of the best ways to carry people depending on the situation and how conscious the injured person needs to be for the carrying position.

Literally a life saver.

(No pun intended.)

[inkalight]

Let me care for you pt 24

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[menuliso]

they’re so married guys i dont think you understand.

[chibicharlie95]

These are my pieces from "Instinct", the BkDkBk A/B/O zine.

The first was my first ever cover art (wow my style has adjusted soooo much in a year!)

And the second is for the spicy volume (the full version can be found on my spicy Twitter, Blue Sky, or Patreon). The concept was that a newly mated Deku had tried to make a sweet breakfast and burned it accidentally. After getting upset his alpha came to see what was wrong and to remind him that he is still the best Omega.

[gleenky]

I'm not big into the omegaverse, but fluffy bkdk ABO hc I had-

[They can be whatever 2nd genders]

In elementary school, katski would tell Izuku that his sent was awful, and that he had to "fix it". He'd scent him practically daily

That stopped by middle school when their relationship was strained. Both hated their own scent during this time, but couldn't quite place why

[thegayer-thebetter]

Learning to Heal - Chapter 1

Alpha Bakugo x Alpha Kirishima x Beta Todoroki x Omega Izuku (It's a polycule because why tf not)

Summary: Izuku is not like the other omegas at the Omegan Sale Facility. He was raised to be the ‘perfect omega’, the obedient alpha fantasy. His whole life he was taught to put his wants last, to listen to an alpha no matter what. When he’s of age he’s sold to an Omegean Sale Facility, others were kidnapped to be trained and broken into the ‘perfect omega’, to be auctioned off to the highest bidding alpha. He’s been brainwashed and manipulated his whole life to believe this is what he wants. That by doing so he’s fulfilling his duties as a good omega should. 

   However, when pro heroes take down the omega trafficking ring and Izuku realizes that he was lied to his whole life. He has to unlearn everything he was taught and listen to his inner omega. With the help of the pack of pros that made his freedom possible Izuku has a lot to learn.

I wake up to the alarm, as always. I make my way to the shared bathrooms and begin my morning hygiene routine, as always. The rules at this Omegan Sale Facility are strict but simple.

Rule 1: Hygiene and maintaining my appearance is my priority. That means I brush my teeth twice a day; eat only the food given to me during mealtime; I must participate in active time; shower every day; shave every week at least; and do my skin care every morning and night. My body and looks are the commodity, I am the facility’s property. The better I look, the more money I bring in.

Rule 2: I will obey any and every order. My will and my wants do not matter. No matter what the guards and trainers tell me to do, I must do it. My omegean instincts are second to the will of those above me. I do not know what is best for myself, only an alpha knows what an omega wants and needs.

Rule 3: By completing the obedience and alpha care training I will be added to the roster of the next auction and sold to the highest bidder. That alpha will be my new owner. That’s the goal. To be an alpha’s plaything, a mindless, obedient, omega. That’s how omegas were intended to be, after all, and the facility helps keep omegas in order. The facility shows us our place in the world, some take longer to accept it than others. But in the end every omega brought here succumbs to the natural order of things.

It’s only three rules! It’s far simpler than I had imagined it would be. Some omegas here were taken off the streets, targeted for their looks and/or scents. While others had no choice than to give themselves over because of a large amount of debt. I do not fall into either of those categories. I am one of the very few omegas specially trained since birth to be the perfect omega. The rules of the facility have been taught to me since birth, I knew my place from a very early age.

The second I was eligible, my original trainers sold me to this facility. Omegas like me are highly sought after, an omega who knows nothing but obedience. I passed my obedience and alpha care training faster than any other omega. I did not need to be broken in, like the newer omegas. As there was no learning curve for me. I did not need to be punished in order to follow my rules, they had been drilled into me my whole life. This is what I’m meant to do.

After I do my skin care, I and the other omegas line up at the bathroom door and are escorted by some guards to the dining hall. I eat some oatmeal and have some water and wait patiently for the guards to signal that breakfast is complete. After this I would usually be brought to training. Where we practice a variety of useful omegean skills.

Like being able to stay in a cage for hours on end; remaining in a room blindfolded with noise canceling headphones for as long as the trainers wish; learning the correct way to respond to an alpha; practicing pleasing an alpha sexually, learning all the correct positions and techniques; and not speaking unless I am allowed to do so. All very necessary in order to make an alpha happy and be a good omega for them.

But training is not on my schedule for today. I, and six other omegas, have completed our training and are scheduled to be auctioned off tonight. And, from what I understand, there will be some important alphas in attendance tonight. Tonight, all my training pays off, tonight I get what I’ve been working for my entire life. I get to belong to an alpha. And maybe, maybe if they like me enough, they might mate and mark me. To be pupped by an alpha is the highest honor an alpha can give to an omega. If everything goes to plan tonight, I can finally put all of my skills into practice and make myself useful!

On my auction day most of the day is spent in my room. I read some of the books I received as a reward for my obedience. Reading is pretty much the only thing the facility allows obedient omegas to do in their free time, which is rare to have. I am grateful to them for allowing me such a privilege and I always enjoy reading the books I’m allowed.

Around 5 pm I am escorted down a long hallway and to a door labeled ‘Dressing Room’. The guard opens the door and I walk in, with my head down in respect, inside the room are two trainers. This is where I will be dressed and prepared for my auction.

“Undress, omega, let us see what we have to work with.” One of the trainers' orders. I take off my shorts and tank top and neatly fold them, setting them on the table in front of me, as instructed. Panties are a privilege omegas are not entitled to. Our owner will decide what they deem is appropriate for us to wear underneath our clothes, if anything.

I stand still as the trainers take in my naked body and watch as they go to the racks of clothes and lingerie, deciding what will suit my body best.

“He’s definitely gonna bring in the highest auction tonight. We decided to put you on last, Izuku, we wanted to end this auction with a bang. The prettiest little omega that all the alphas out there have been waiting for. They can barely sit still,” The tallest and most muscular trainer says as he begins to dress me in the outfit they picked out, a dark green lace bodysuit that has sheer flower embroidery on it and shows off my thighs and butt perfectly. I look up into the mirror before me and see myself in the prettiest outfit I have ever been allowed. I feel tears come to my eyes as I look at myself. I want to remember how my future owner will first see me. Tonight is the night I will meet the alpha that I have been dreaming about my whole life, my owner.

“Look at him. Someone’s definitely gonna wreck him tonight.” The other, slimmer trainer says to the first trainer as she puts a touch of makeup on me. Just some mascara and lipgloss. “Those freckles of his are so precious.”

The trainers step back, motioning for me to spin and nod to each other.

“Perfe-” Before the muscular trainer can finish his thought, a siren blares. The emergency siren indicates someone has infiltrated the facility, an attack of some sort. This hasn’t happened before, not since I’ve been here. I start to panic and look at the two guards.

“Goddamnit. Ben probably set it off again,” The lady trainer says as she looks at the other trainer.

“He’s a fucking idiot.” he responds, and his attention turns to me, “Stay in here until we get back. You are not to move a single muscle while we’re gone. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes sir.” I say as they leave the dressing room.

And suddenly I’m alone. Of course something would go wrong on my auction day. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy for me. I should’ve expected something like this. I whine to myself as I wait for this mess to be over. My auction will probably be rescheduled for next week, there’s no way any of the buyers will stick around tonight if they expect a raid or attack, even if it is a false alarm.

I keep still, like the obedient omega I am. Patiently waiting for the trainers to return, I feel myself growing more anxious as time passes. The alarm keeps blaring then, suddenly, I hear an explosion and yelling over the alarm. My heart stops. I hadn’t, even for a second, expected this to be a real attack. An inconvenience at most, a mistake. But an attack? An attack is not something I had ever anticipated.

I look around the room, weighing my options. Eventually, I decide hiding is my best option. I go behind the clothing rack, sit in the corner and pull my knees to my chest as I try to make as little noise as possible. I have no idea what will happen after this. But I can’t think about that right now, I just have to stay safe. I have to stay hidden.

I’m not sure how much time has passed, I’m not sure when I can get out of here. Where would I even go? I don’t know where anything is. Eventually the alarm quiets down but I don’t move. I wait for the trainers to come and get me. I can hear people walking around, which I’m going to assume is a good sign. Maybe everything’s gonna be ok after all. Maybe it was just a false alarm and I was panicking over nothing.

Then, I hear voices, “Yeah, I’ll clear this hall! Shitty hair you take the northern one! I’ll radio if I find anybody.” The voice in the hall says. His voice is low and gravely, not a voice I’ve heard before. That’s not a good sign. None of this is. My life is over.

It’s only a matter of time until I’m discovered. This is one thing I was not trained for. This is the one thing I’ve never planned for. I’ll probably be held prisoner or sold to another alpha, which wouldn’t be so bad. But what if their intention is to hurt me or worse? Maybe it’s someone trying to get revenge on the facility- I need to stop. Spiraling like this won’t help. Right now, all I can do is hide and keep myself safe.

Then, the door of the dressing room opens and my breath hitches, they won’t see me. They won’t see me. They can’t see me. I hold my breath and close my eyes hoping they just skim over the room and do not notice me.

They stomp through the room and just when I think they’re gone I hear, “Riot, I’ve got another one.” It’s the gravelly voice from the hall. I cover my ears and shake my head as I feel it becoming harder to breathe. I force my eyes closed, he can’t be talking about me, he’s talking about someone else. I feel myself start to cry; this wasn’t how today was supposed to go.

Then I realize I can smell him giving off a calming scent, he’s definitely an alpha all right. His scent smells like smoke and caramel. I’m not used to being able to smell an alpha, all the trainers and guards here wear scent patches. And, somehow, I can feel myself actually start to breathe deeper again, his scent is actually calming me down, though I hate to admit it. I didn’t know an alphas scent could have such a strong effect on my omega.

I uncover my ears and finally open my eyes, crouching in front of me is a blonde haired, sweaty alpha wearing some sort of hero costume, he must be a pro hero. But that doesn’t make sense. Why would they attack the facility? They’re supposed to stop crime- Oh! He’s probably here to help with the attack that happened. Of course. That makes sense. I start to take deep breaths and look up at him. He’s just staring at me, I can smell worry on him.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” He says, in a voice far softer than the growl he had earlier, he stands up. I keep looking at him, somewhat skeptical given the current situation. Is he a pro or a villain or maybe someone disguised as a pro? Even though I’m not fully convinced, he is the alpha here and I must listen to him.

He puts his hand out to try and help me up and, against my better judgment, I take it. As I stand and see his eyes widen and a faint blush covers his cheeks. I look down, suddenly remembering the outfit I’m wearing and feeling self-conscious and exposed. He pulls off the black jacket with an orange X down the center of it and holds it out for me.

I look up at him, confused. “For you to… um, cover up a bit?” I stare at him and then at the jacket that reeks of him. It’s covered in soot and sweat but at the same time it looks comfortable? I’m not liking the way the omega side of me is reacting to him. I can’t accept this. More importantly, why has he offered it to me? It’s his jacke- my brain short circuits when I finally register that this alpha is now standing before me in a black tank top. A black tank top that hugs his very apparent abs and shows off his extremely muscular and mouth watering build.

“Are you gonna take it or just keep staring?” He questions, catching me stare at him. I take the jacket and pull it over the lingerie. It looks way bigger on me than it did on him. The sleeves are too long on me and it falls down to my mid thighs. So I am pretty much covered.

“I know this is all shocking. You probably have a lot of questions, but right now I need to get you out of here.” I look into his red eyes as he talks to me, taking in the alpha before me. He’s unlike any alpha I’ve ever seen or interacted with. He’s far bigger than any alpha I’ve ever seen. All the alpha trainers and guards here pale in comparison to the sheer domination his alpha seems to command.

He opens the door and I hear the ground crunch as his black boots step into the hall. I move to the doorway and see the floor is covered in broken glass and some pieces of the wall that have been broken, forming a huge hole in the side of the facility. Debris and rocks cake the floor before me and I look up at the alpha who sighs and looks back at me, clearly frustrated that I haven't followed him.

Before he can say anything, I motion to my bare feet, his eyes widen and he nods slightly in understanding. “Shit, right, I’m going to have to carry you out of here, is that okay?” He asks, looking at me, clearly trying to read whether I’ll have another panic attack over this or not. I nod.

He swoops me up into his arms, bridal style may I add, and pulls me close to his chest as he carries me. I find my anxiety decreasing and for the first time since the alarm went off I actually feel safe. Maybe it’s the alphas relaxing scent, maybe it’s the way he stood by me as I cried and soothed me with his scent, not touching me or pushing me, the way he asked for permission to touch me, as if he actually cares about what an omega wants. This is not how I thought alphas acted. Not at all. But something about this seems to soothe my inner omega as he walks out of the rubble and through the broken hole in the wall and to a parking lot full of omegas, ambulances, police, and other people I’m assuming are pro heroes.

I don’t see any of the trainers or guards. He sets me down on the pavement, and goes back inside the building, as he leaves, so does that feeling of calmness and safety. I am now hyperaware of the fact that I am surrounded by police officers yelling and pointing, omegas crying and seemingly happy, sirens blaring. It’s too much. It’s all too much. I can feel myself begin to breathe faster, heart rate increasing, the fear inside me growing.

An officer rushes me into an ambulance and tells me I’m safe now. That they can’t hurt me anymore. But that doesn’t give me any relief. Safe from what? I was safe! They are the ones taking me away from the facility, from my life, and not giving me any answers!

Is taking me away and leaving me in the dark their version of ‘saving’ me! Before I realize it’s happening, I begin to scream and fight the officer in the ambulance, trying to reach the handle and get out of here. The cop says something, screams something, he’s trying to calm me down, I cry and I feel him grab my arm tightly and try and force me back into submission, but I kick and scream and I bite him. I bit him. Another person grabs me from behind and I feel a sharp pain in my neck and everything goes black.

Here's the AO3 link for the full fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48611197/chapters/122617891

[fireheartaw]

new little bkdk fic up on my ao3! for the @bkdksecretsanta event, written for @petri808

[taruchinator]

🏠 General Audiences

🏠 1k Words

🏠 For the BNHA Planet Exchange!

“Get home asap.”

The moment those three words were sent to Izuku via text message, he panicked. As he ran through the city with a million thoughts going through his mind, he could only hope that Katsuki was alright.

All those worries were quickly put to a halt however, as soon as he opened the door to their shared apartment— Greeted with the sight of Katsuki Bakugou huddled in a nest of his own making right smack on their living room couch.

Hey hey hey! Welcome back to more fluffy DKBK! ^^

This piece had to be a lot shorter than what I'm used to, since it was a pinch hit for the BNHA Planet Exchange, still it really helped me push my limits of fitting things into a certain word count 👍

My giftee Rayne wanted Omegaverse, and it's honestly something I've been meaning to delve deeper into for a while—this time though, fluff will have to suffice. We can get into spicy territory later 🔥🤭

As he closed the door behind him, Deku smiled and let out a sigh as he rubbed his temples. “You know, you could've been more specific in your message, Kacchan…”

“Get home asap.”

The moment those three words were sent to Izuku via text message, the young man panicked.

He immediately excused himself with his boss Enji, apologizing profusely and explaining that there was a situation that required his attention back home. The older man didn't mind at all, especially considering the day at the construction site had been quite slow when it came to new clients, and so he dismissed Izuku with the reassurance that they would be fine, but did ask him to call if he needed anything.

With that out of the way, Deku was running through the city with a million thoughts crossing his mind—Katsuki rarely messaged him while on the clock, so it couldn't be helped if the freckled man was worrying.

All those worries were quickly put to a halt however, as soon as he opened the door to their shared apartment.

Greeted with the sight of Katsuki Bakugou—his husband and most badass man he'd ever met—huddled in a nest of his own making right smack on their living room couch.

A blond head peeked through the pile of clothes, one of them Izuku recognizing as his All Might Christmas sweater, revealing the grumpy expression of the man he loved. “Took ya long enough, nerd!”

Everything finally clicked into place: the text, the nest, and most importantly of all, the cinnamon scent that was wafting through the air around them. Izuku had to contain the chuckle that wanted to erupt from his chest at not connecting the dots sooner.

Back when they were children, the status of Alpha, Beta or Omega was still up in the air for the dynamic duo. Both were late bloomers, yet by the time middle school came around, Izuku wasn't the slightest bit surprised at the fact that Katsuki had presented as an Alpha.

What was surprising, was that he ended up presenting as an Alpha as well.

Alphas in Izuku's family were incredibly rare, yet fate seemed to want to throw at least one more curveball into the boy's life. One in which his already improbable dream of becoming Katsuki's mate was now totally impossible with the two of them being Alphas.

At least that was his assumption until they entered high school, in which one night Izuku ended up walking into the public bathroom at midnight and stumbling upon the sweetest smell his nose had ever detected. Musky, earthy, and with a hint of cinnamon that had the teenage boy completely enamored.

Once he found out the scent was coming from Katsuki, who had just come out of the shower and stopped in his tracks like a deer caught in headlights, one thing was now crystal clear. His crush was actually an Omega.

Fast forward to today, where despite Katsuki still having issues admitting his status to himself and their close friends, had come to a better understanding and even embraced it whenever his heat came around, which was actually the reason as to why he'd taken the day off work in the first place. The fact that he forgot was perplexing to Izuku.

Izuku laughed and kissed the top of his lover's head, pocketing the phone and getting ready to devote himself entirely to the person he admired the most. “Your wish is my command, Kacchan.”

Katsuki merely wrinkled his nose, clearly much more comfortable with the scent of his Alpha finally in the room, but still trying to keep his cool with a scoff and roll of his eyes. “Tch! And risk one of those extras overlooking our business? They'd never let me live it down!”

With a giggle Izuku approached the nest with caution, being mindful of where he was stepping as he made his way over to the blond. “So clothes weren't enough this time around?”

“I used every goddamn shirt in your bin and I still couldn't get comfortable. Tried holding off but figured you were almost off, so…” Katsuki trailed off with a blush adorning his cheeks, trying to avoid eye contact yet still welcoming the warmth and comfort that his mate brought him. Izuku wrapped his arms around the other male, releasing his scent into the air in hopes of comforting the other. Based on the happy sigh that was released, it was working. “What did Enji say?”

“That it was okay. You actually saved me from a boring day at the site. Nothing to do but demolition work and wait for new calls.” Izuku placed his head above Katsuki's and nuzzled it gently, feeling his own body being soothed at the idea of having the Omega in his arms. “We could always get you some suppressants, you know? Maybe they'd help manage these better whenever I'm not around…”

“Fuck no, those things give me headaches and don't let me focus the next day.” Katsuki was happy to return the nuzzle as he breathed into Izuku's neck, causing them both to shiver at the comfort it was bringing them. ‘Safe’ wasn't enough to describe how they were feeling at the moment. “'sides… I know you'll pull through for me if I need ya.”

Izuku's heart melted at the words. Katsuki's heat made him much more emotionally vulnerable, but the freckled man knew they were his true feelings. Just things he'd normally never say out loud. And so he treasured them with all his being whenever they came around. “Of course I will. I love you, Kacchan…”

“Love you too, nerd…”

The rest of their evening was nothing but uneventful, resting in each other's arms and falling to the wonderful depths of sleep that they deserved. It wasn't until he awoke hours later and checked his phone that Izuku noticed a few messages from their friends, asking if everything was okay.

Deku could only smile at how much they cared, and simply replied with affirmations and thanks so that they wouldn't worry. Katsuki, still nestled into his arms, raised his head to look at him. “This couch is too cramped. I wanna go to bed.”

✦𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬!✦

[tiredwritess]

bkdk mafia(?) a/b/o au

"Mr. Bakugou Katsuki," the old bat huffs in front of him, crossing her hands and setting her ugly mug atop them. "Were you or were you not told you were not to pursue Midoriya Izuku?" She sneers at him, but Katsuki stays stone-faced and bleak, knowing his parents and Izuku were watching him. "I was told not to," Katsuki speaks, shifting back in his seat, showing how little he cared for this 'meeting'.

"And what did you do?" She hisses, curling her fingers in blatant and unhidden ire at him, narrowing wrinkly eyes. "I perused and mated him, got him pregnant as well," Katsuki snorts, finding amusement at how much distress that statement brought her.

It was fucking amazing.

"And all without permission...!" Her voice picks up in a scream that startles Izuku, causing him to flinch back out of the corner of Katsuki's eye when the head of the Bakugou clan slams her hands down on the desk. "You insolent brat! I cannot believe we allowed you to be this fucking reckless!" She screeches, nails digging into the wood. "Tarnishing the Bakugou name! How could you?!" She snarls, and Katsuki raises an eyebrow, standing up slowly and sizing up the short hag.

Katsuki looms over the entirety of the room like a shadow crawling up the wall, suit tucked and crisp as he pulls the edges to flatten it out. "And what would you have done to try and stop me?" He rumbles, steady and smooth as he watches the woman shrink back slightly. "Would you have locked me away? Done something to Izuku? To what, keep this muddled blood precious and pure?" Katsuki snarls, hands smoothing over the cold mahogany wood of the desk, staring into the ugly hag's narrowed brown eyes. "I know what you did all those years, Grandma. I know your deepest secrets, I know everything," Katsuki grins, watching fear spark momentarily in her eyes before she clears her throat.

"You are to never step foot on this or any other Bakugou property as long as that muddled baby still lives and the green-haired freak Omega breathes, Katsuki. I cannot tell where we went wrong with you, and it saddens me," She puffs out, wiping down her dress. "Nothing went wrong, bitch, I simply broke from the disgusting mold that I had been put in and found some sense of humanity," Katsuki grumbles and turns, raising himself to his full height once more to walk to Izuku, who sits huddled in a corner, looking sheepish and scared.

"Come on," Katsuki soothes, pulling Deku out of the chair and close to his body, rubbing a soothing hand up and down the small of his Omega's back. "Let's go get lunch, hm?" Katsuki whispers, ignoring the family he used to have staring at him as he comforts his shaking mate.

"O-Okay," Deku whispers, clinging close to him as he walks them out of the office, ignoring the hushed snarls coming from his grandmother.

Well, ex-grandmother.

Fuck that wrinkly hag.

-

"Katsuki," His mother hisses through the phone, hushed and voice wavering. Katsuki raises an eyebrow at the tone as he momentarily stops his slow weave through Deku's hair but restarts with Deku's little whine and poke to his side. "What?" He gripes, staring down at his husband who lies between his legs, covered in a warm blanket. "Your grandmother is in jail," Katsuki processes the statement for a moment before barking a laugh. "And? Why should I care about this?" Katsuki sneers, tugging on Deku's cheek gently to feel the soft squish between his hands before cupping his mate's face for comfort.

"Because she's your grandmother, that's why!" His mom snarls, clearly irritated by Katsuki's lack of worry. "Wasn't she the one who denounced me in front of our entire clan as a Bakugou? I care more about the shit on the heel of my shoe than her," Katsuki huffs, rolling his eyes at the cut-off growl coming through the phone. "Whaddya want me to do? Bail the bitch out of jail? The money I'd use for her is going to mine and Izuku's future child's room, thank you. Let her rot in the place she deserves to be," Katsuki quips and quickly ends the call, pulling the phone away from his ear when his mother's irate scream comes through before it cuts.

"I thought they'd take longer," Izuku purrs gently, lounging on the bottom of his stomach, head resting in his arms. His eyes lay shut and paint a pretty portrait of calmness. Katsuki hums, resting his head on the headboard idly, watching the TV without truly watching it. "Mm... I guess all the shit you dug up on her was enough to put the cops into action," Katsuki chuckles mindlessly, pulling his mate up and curling to the side to hold him close.

"I wonder how she feels that her assets will skip your parents and fall right into your hands due to them helping in some of the crimes... Not enough to be thrown in jail, but juuust enough to make sure the assets are all yours," Izuku giggles, purring into his cheek as Katsuki grins. "I think she'd be abso-fucking-lutely livid. Maybe we should use some of the money she'll give us to get top-tier things for our little star," Katsuki purrs, reaching down to gently cup Deku's soft, still-small baby bump. "The best of the best," Katsuki peppers kisses all over Deku's face, holding his mate close.

Truly the best of the best.

-

hello welcome to my first tumblr post. i don't know how to work this fucking site so be easy on me :3

[writersmorgue]

So I have this entirely embarrassing fic idea that is directly inspired by/derivative of another fic THAT I CAN'T FIND and I'm hoping you can work your magic friend...

It's an abo bkdk centered around the idea of "designated alphas" and like omegas have slightly worse rights and must preemptively assign a sort of power of attorney to an alpha they know in the event of a future emergency (like a sudden public heat) and if there is no "designated alpha" (or sometimes if there is and they don't bother to look for them) then first responders (like specifically cops) are allowed to "step in" because "it's an emergency" and it is exactly as gross and abusive a policy as it sounds and exactly what motivates Baku to not take the out when he suddenly gets told he's Deku's designated alpha and what the alternative is if he bows out

*DEEP BREATH* ring any bells?

omg no it doesn't but i'd LOVE to read this if anyone has it!!!!!

[dabideku-tododeku-bakudeku-2023]

Hey, I would love to see fics about Omegaverse BakuDeku and TodoDeku. I love them both so much!

I will say this: There is a fic on AO3 that got into MHA, TodoDeku, and Omegaverse!

So please, fanart and fanfics about this please?!

This is the fic that I mentioned. Credits belong SOLELY to the author, VampyrSutton!

[inkalight]

The first time Kacchans enigma met his omega

[menuliso]

i think we as a society need more winter dkbk where izuku is the alpha instead of kacchan

[chibicharlie95]

A wee winter bean

[solar-prestige]

Some Kind of Salvation - ch 1

A fantasy and A/B/O AU FOR bakudeku

Find me on AO3!

The wind was still bitterly cold in early Spring, and Izuku was not sure the seasons had actually turned yet. The nights were still long and still the lakes and puddles he passed in his wandering were still iced over, and the frost still bleached the countryside. He remembered how beautiful the frost used to be before he grew up, how much fun it was to crunch along the shining yellow grass with his thick boots and look back to track his trail of footprints.

It had been many years since he had looked on the frost and cold with anything beside apprehension and anxiety. His father left the family when Izuku had presented as omega, he said, to find work destigmatized by his son’s status as a male omega. His mother believed him, of course. Both parents knew from his birth that their pup was to have a dark cloud hover above him his entire life thanks to his secondary gender, but they could prepare him, and they could prepare themselves. What no one could prepare the pup for was the immediate rejection of sire and community once his scent was fully developed.

The winters were always mild in the south, and the most the little family of three got was a lush sheen of frost on everything until the sun came out. His father’s footprints were left in the frost for maybe an hour after the sun came up the day after Izuku’s presentation and none ever returned. The pup was five years old. From that day on, life had changed for the Midoriyas. His omega mother had to step up as sole provider for her son, keep him fed, keep him warm. When he was small, it was easier. She did omega work for rich families like laundry, housekeeping, pup sitting, even elder care, but omega work paid very little, and soon Izuku had outgrown the bed they shared to keep warm, required more food to grow up healthy, and had more opportunities to fall sick and get injured. Their home was small, just a large room on the outskirts of town with a dirt floor and a hearth, so borders were impossible. Not that anyone would have stayed in a house of any kind with an unnatural mutation like Izuku, much less pay for it.

The pups around town teased the green haired omega and ignored him if they didn’t outright push or hit him. Older pups and disgustingly, young adults jeered at Izuku just how easy it would be to make money for his mother on his back in the seedier corners of the travel town. The travelers who passed through loved to spend money on freaks. The pup was twelve. He hadn’t even had his first heat.

After his first heat at fourteen, things progressively worsened. His mother counted their blessings that her son was a late bloomer. As soon as the stench of a fertile male omega clung to the woman’s clothes, it became harder and harder to find work. The summers grew hotter, and the winters grew drier. Their little hovel had sprouted drafty holes and it became clear that they were in real danger. Water was scarce. Food was scarce. The only way an omega boy could help his struggling, hungry parent was scavenge the forest, catch rabbits, fish, foul, anything to keep food in their bellies. He got good at it until the game got wise and water receded further and further into the wilds.

The winter Izuku left home was the hardest winter in a generation. Travelers spoke of widespread famine, severe dryness, then, suddenly came rain. The first rain in months was a torrent that washed away roads, flooded rivers and found every leak in the Midoriya’s roof. With a poor diet of charity handouts from the local temples and lean game from a dying forest, mother and son fell ill with the waste and mud that flooded around their home. When the sun came out again, Izuku had recovered, but his mother had succumbed. At least the ground was soft. He was seventeen, and that heartless town was no longer home.

The omega started his travels north with no real destination in sight. His wants were simple. He wanted peace, stability, a warm house, a soft bed, a hot meal every night. His omega status earned him nothing, in fact, much like in his home town, it kept him from finding any real means of income. Manual labor was widely available, but not for him. Labor wasn’t meant for omegas who were supposed to tend to house and home. Omega work like what his mother had done was not trusted to a teenage boy. No mother would even consider leaving her children with some man, and his penis somehow meant that he was inept at cooking and laundry.

It really was a shame. Izuku liked children. Children were the only ones who didn’t care how he smelled or what was between his legs, and being an omega, he was naturally drawn to them. He could sit himself on the well in town squares in the summer and watch them play for hours until some mother shooed him on. On rare occasions, he could find himself roped into conversations with especially bold children and find himself a meal with a kind omega mother or beta family. Even rarer occasions found him a place to stay with these families for weeks, even months until his heat came. Odd, he would huff to himself as he rushed out of those villages and farm houses to find a secluded place to hide, that his heat would not come around for whole seasons when he was hard up and on the road, and as soon as he found a regular meal and a little bit of comfort, his body would ruin it. It was ironic, sick, actually.

The families were always regretful, kind people always were when forced to give in to societal norms. The pups would cry, and parents would say something along the lines of “We can’t have this sort of thing around our pups.” As if female omegas didn’t go into heat, as if wandering alphas would search for miles in a country village for a strange heat. Maybe they would have. Izuku on more than one occasion had needed to fight off a stray alpha when he was in pre-heat.

Some alphas liked that sort of thing, he knew since he was little. He knew it could be an easy way to get the things he needed. He could live in a cathouse, be fed by pimps and madams, keep out of the cold and end up in a grave from some disease or on the street again with a stranger’s pup in his belly. That was no life. He would rather starve than allow himself to cave to what the populace thought he should do. He didn’t want to hide away in a bedroom to sleep the day away and be used through the nights, and that was if he was lucky to find a place like that. More likely, he would be forced to walk the dark cobbled street and let any alpha who was interested take him down an alley and pray he would pay a fair price and leave his face unmarred.

Three years had passed since his mother’s death, and Izuku found his station had not improved. He was bone tired from wandering the country, sleeping in trees and fields, sneaking into barns at night to keep warm with the animals. He stole eggs and loaves of bread when he had to, hunted game when he could, but there was never enough. Too many days passed between villages and the woods became thinner and thinner closer to large towns, and people were more watchful. The whole country seemed to be suspicious of a lone male omega. He was road weary, and the further north he went, the worse the winters got. He hadn’t been in heat since the previous spring, and even though the winter had passed and the days were getting warmer and longer, he was not any closer to the stability that would bring one around.

In fact, he felt he went further and further away from the possibility of comfort the more north he went, and when his legs finally gave out, he was in the most northerly town in the country. Beyond that final inn, and along that road waited nothing but wild lands and traveling bands of savages. Or so the rumors were. He knew the savages were real. He had seen beaded saddle bags, woven blankets, fur garments in the winter time of unknown origin.

The rumors he didn’t quite believe said these traveling bands would raid the border towns, rape and pillage. He certainly didn’t believe that dragons existed with them. He’d been all over the country by then, and the most horrific thing he ever heard from a first hand account was getting into nasty scuffles after insults or too many cups. And, honestly, he’d seen more countrymen get rowdy in taverns than he heard stories of savages.

In the frost of the early morning, leaning against the warm door of a closed bakery, Izuku didn’t care to think about the savages that may or may not be waiting just over the hill with hordes of dragons waiting to steal him and make him their concubine. Or better yet, kill him. He didn’t think he would have the strength to run even if those things did happen. Rumors were rumors until they weren’t, so why worry about it when he needed to think about his next meal.

When the sun finally peaked over thatched roofs, and his frosty footprints expanded and faded away, the little town started to wake up. Alphas and betas went to their work still bundled in thick fur lined cloaks and hats. Omegas with pups tucked into thick blankets started to scour for any fresh fare they could find for their families before it was all picked by the earlier birds. The baker opened the door and startled the young omega out of his people watching. He was big beta, almost alpha sized, and he carried hot loaves of bread in two heaping baskets.

“Listen kid,” he growled when he got a whiff of Izuku, “You’ll keep warmer if you don't stop moving. Catch my drift?” The omega heard the disdain in his voice, but he ignored it. Two more seconds of the delicious heat and aroma from the bakery would see him better, than bowing his head and moving on.

“How much for a loaf, sir?” he asked. He dipped his chin and lifted his eyes submissively. If he pitched his voice just right, and kept his movements soft, he could pass for an ugly girl. People were generally more likely to give charity to lone girls, even ugly ones if they were lone omegas. Even if his layers or dirty rags still held the stench of “male” mixed in with the sweet notes of omega.

“Two coppers. You got that much on you, kid? I don’t take trades even from people who look like they got something to trade.”

“I have one. Could I buy half a loaf?”

“Get out of here, kid. I sell every loaf every day. I’m not wasting half of one on some vagrant so I can throw it in the gutter later.” Izuku swallowed, ready to say that it didn’t have to be wasted if he could buy the whole loaf for a single copper piece. Even if the other half did get thrown in the gutter, the omega would wait around and snatch it off the ground before the dogs found it. So, really, nothing would be wasted - “I said get outta here! We don’t take vagrants in this town. There’s little enough for our own people, let alone some stranger this early in the season. Your muttering is gonna scare off my regulars. Get outta here before I kick your ass!” He’d done it again, spoken instead of thought.

He did leave then. When violence was threatened, he didn’t want to stick around to find out if it would be backed up. He learned a lot in that interaction. He learned that money was still worth something in this town, that trade was legal tender, and food was still plentiful enough for bread to be cheap. He didn’t have a copper piece, he didn’t have any money at all, but if he could find some loose coin, he might be able to buy something hot. He also learned from his people watching that furs were commonplace. Even if he could find a few rabbits to eat and skin, they wouldn’t be worth the effort to find them. Not early season rabbits, still scrawny and furry as they were before the spring growth. They wouldn’t be tasty, they would hardly have enough meat on their bones to be nutritious or even satisfying.

The wanderer settled into a learned routine. He found a well traveled street, huddled into himself and watched passing feet carefully. If a coin fell, the glint would catch his eye, and he could slip into the crowds between feet and scoop it up before anyone could do it before him. In rich towns, his study was often mistaken for desperation or helplessness. In those cases he would sometimes find himself with a coin dropped at his feet, cloth wrapped leftovers, or a priest offering prayers and a warm seat by a fire. This town wasn’t so rich even if there were furs on every body.

Later, if coin spotting went poorly, he would seek out the grocers and see what was left after getting picked clean. He could often find some old potatoes and moldy root vegetables that had been passed up one day too many. He didn’t care much about the state of the food as long as it didn’t make him sick. He was too aware that one more fever or dysentery could kill him. He was strong, but a hard winter could fell an alpha if he lived as rough as Izuku had been living.

If there were no scraps to be had, he would wait and let himself be seen. He had never had to wait more than a day or two before someone had a hand out or a religious organization of some kind had some charity for him.

If all else failed, he had his body. He hadn’t sold that yet, but this seemed like a hard town. He’d used his omega charms to prey on lonely alpha with a soft spot for doe-eyed omegas, fathers of pups. All it took was a well timed whimper and a “please, alpha, I’m hungry,” and he would get what he needed. Male or not, a hungry omega was a pitiful sight. It worked more easily when he was younger looking. Now, a whimper and a trill of desperation was answered by curious hands. He’d let himself get felt up if it meant a payout, but when the hands were too greedy and the money not forthcoming, the slight omega would turn on his heels and get away.

He hadn’t resorted to sex for anything before, but the day provided nothing to him, no coin, no scraps, not even unguarded baskets or gutter trash. The omega had sat on the same corner for hours without the strength to scrounge anymore, eyes upturned, weak chirps on his lips. Maybe this was it. Maybe he wouldn’t see another summer. Maybe this hard town would let a vagrant die on the street.

Afternoon came, and Izuku’s little spot had been blessed by a ray of warm sunshine. Warm for the first time since the day before, he dozed off against the wall only to be woken hours later by a sudden bone rattling chill and new energy around the square.

“The wildlanders are back! Did you hear?”

“They’re early this year, wow!”

“Please let them have something good to eat. I’m sick of potatoes!”

Huh, so the savages were real… they really did come into border towns. But no one was afraid, so pillaging was unlikely. Izuku wanted to see. If the furs and beaded jewelry were anything to go by, they would be something to behold. The omega was frozen to the ground, however. His knees were frozen under his chin, and his feet were numb. Panic squeezed his chest with icy fingers and pushed him to move or accept death. He wasn’t ready for death after all, so he pushed his legs out with a genuine bark of pain and sudden body gripping cramp. The omega fell onto his side and stretched himself out on the ground as quickly as he could manage. Blood finally found his feet, and the young man scrambled onto them. He breathed through the head rush he knew was coming and leaned back against the cold shadowed wall.

A few groups hustled past Izuku, and the whimpers and please came two days early. A few alphas passed, but only one turned his head.

“Alpha? Alpha, please. I’m hungry.” The alpha in question was young, maybe Izuku’s age. Old enough to have some means, young enough to still be swayed by a come-hither purr. He told his friends not to wait up, and the omega swallowed. He’d do just about anything at that point for something hot to eat.

“You’re sick, man. That thing looks half dead!” One of the other alphas called after him.

“Don’t do it, Cano! You don’t know what kinda fleas it has!”

Cano turned and made a rude gesture and laughed, “Get me some nice boots if they have any! I won’t be long.” No, the omega thought, he wouldn’t be long. Izuku wondered if this small town bumpkin even knew what to do with an omega. Maybe he wouldn’t even have to take his clothes off. An over-the-pants job, or just his hand ought to be worth at least a few silvers to prosperous and healthy young alpha like this.

“I’m hungry, alpha, and I’m cold. You got any money for a hungry omega?”

“Shit the bed, they weren’t kidding. You do look half dead. How much?”

“Six silver pieces? I’m really hungry.”

“Six? You’re not even cute enough for four.” He stepped in closer and closer to the omega, even put his hands on Izuku’s face. “You smell like an omega, but you don’t look like one. What you got to play with? I’m not too picky.”

“Six silvers, and maybe I’ll let you see.”

“Six silvers and let me do more than that.”

“Six silvers, and you can touch, but that’s it.”

“What’s wrong, omega? I thought you were hungry. How about I promise everything in my purse for everything you got, and you’ll be lucky to get six when I’m done.” The courtship was over. With a rough hand pressed to Izuku’s throat, and barely enough energy to keep standing after the shock, the alpha pushed the omega away from the street and pressed him against the wall. “Don’t play coy. I know how this works. You’re gonna give me what I want, and you’ll thank me for whatever I give you. See, you’ve been turning heads today, and no one really liked what they saw. Turn up with too much money, and you’ll be run out of town as a thief. You don’t want that, do you?”

Izuku didn’t answer. He barely heard the words, let alone understood their meaning. All he knew was he was in danger and no amount of money was going to be enough. He was so weak, all he could do was yelp frantically and claw at the hand on his throat.

“Come on, omega. Shut your trap. Don’t make it so hard on yourself! What’s your problem?”

Izuku was losing fast. Before he could react, his two layers of hose were unbelted and round his ankles, his threadbare cloak was open and his tunic was pushed up. This alpha, this strong alpha he thought he could handle was already more familiar with Izuku than any other living human on earth besides himself, and the omega was screaming.

“I said, shut up! You want more people looking than there already are?”

“The fuck is this?” A deep, unfamiliar voice growled close by. Izuku looked, but what he saw didn’t make sense. A large man with furs, blonde hair, bare chest, and beads was approaching. His face was menacing, his eyes so full of malice, Izuku wanted to shield himself behind his would-be rapist. They both froze as the alpha started picking up speed. “I said, what the fuck is this?”

The alpha holding Izuku dropped him and took several steps back quickly. “Hey man! Nothing! This is nothing! Take it easy, will you?” The alpha, it was clear to Izuku, then, that he was one of the most potent alphas the omega had ever smelled. His rich scent choked him just as easily as a fist.

The new alpha did not take it easy. He didn’t slow, didn’t shrink, in fact, he grew taller and taller until he took hold of the offender’s cloak and slammed him against the wall beside Izuku. The omega was on the ground, fully cowed by the weight of the aggressive defender. It was no wonder he seemed to tower above him. “What the fuck you think you’re doing, asshole?” The growl had only deepened in intensity, and the other alpha was shaking, whimpering like Izuku had been moments before. He whined apologies and promises to never do it again, then he was on the ground. “Get the fuck out of here! If I catch you again, I’ll fucking kill you!” Cano ran, tripped over himself, and kept moving. The alpha above only grew louder and louder the further away he was. “YOU GOT THAT? I’LL KILL YOU!”

The world stilled for just a moment as the blonde alpha waited for the other to get out of sight before turning sharp red eyes onto the crumpled omega on the ground. “And you -” Izuku didn’t need to hear anymore. He couldn’t run like that alpha, and he was suddenly very aware of his bare knees tucked up under his chin. He slammed his eyes shut and bared his throat.

“Please,” his soft voice shook. There was no hint of a coquettish purr in his voice this time, no pleading whine, just simple desperation and a will to live. “Please, alpha… I’ll- I’ll go. Please, don’t hurt me.”