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lovra974 · 9 months ago

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This is my girl dinner

𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 : 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑖

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike. All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother,steps in and blows it all to pieces. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friend’s little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, 18+; mdni! 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ: 4.7k | chapter 2 of 4

Then

The Todoroki house was the most interesting place you had ever been.

At home it was just you and your mom, and most of the time she was working, or recovering from working, but the Todoroki house was packed with children from wall to wall. There was almost never a dull minute—except when Todoroki Enji came home and everyone got stiff and weird—but when he wasn’t around, you found you preferred the Todoroki mansion to the loneliness of your own empty house.

Touya seemed to sense this, and deigned to invite you over often, enough that you found yourself following him home after school at least once a week.

After the first time, you’d been introduced to his other siblings, Fuyumi and Natuso, who were both much nicer than Touya, and notably far more talkative. Shouto was a near-constant too, almost always propped on his mother’s hip when you arrived home, and always eager to be handed off to you, enough that you could tell Touya was annoyed.

“You’re not even related,” he complained, and you hid a smile at his barely-couched jealousy.

“I’m just better than you,” you told him, sticking your tongue out, dodging when he tried to grab it. You’d never had siblings, and you’d been forced to learn quickly that nothing was off-limits to people with younger siblings. Revenge would always be exacted.

Even when Shouto got older, old enough to talk in complete sentences and toddle about on his own, he seemed to prefer your company. You and Touya were almost never left alone to play on your own, Shouto always in the room with you, almost velcroed to your side.

He was on the floor next to you in the living room on one such occasion, Touya absolutely destroying you in Super Mario, when Rei called Touya in from the kitchen.

Touya rolled his eyes, pausing and flinging his controller at your head with the manner of someone who hoped it actually connected. “Don’t restart while I’m gone or I’ll kill you.”

You saluted him as he stomped out, taking a minute to stretch out from where you’d sat hunched over your controller. You bumped Shouto as you did, and he looked up at you from his coloring book, where he was shading in a pair of penguins in hot pink.

“Nice choice,” you told him, and Shouto looked a little bit like he was trying not to preen.

“Izuku in my class says penguins mate for life, like us,” he said, authoritatively.

You blinked, your brain snagging on the like us. Alphas, betas, and omegas could mate for life, and were generally expected to, but that didn’t always quite play out if you didn’t find your life mate. Your mother was a near-hand example, your father having left her while you were still in swaddling clothes, only to pass away a short few years later. They hadn’t been life mates, you’d come to realize recently—though your mother still believed in them. You hoped she’d find hers still, someday.

You thought maybe, however, that you were not going to hold out hope for your own, if it was as tricky as it seemed.

“You know not everyone does, right?” you asked, peering down at Shouto.

Wide, guileless eyes stared back up at you. Shouto had lost a little of his baby fat recently, but absolutely none of his sweetness.

“Who does not?” he demanded, sitting back on his haunches.

You fiddled with the controller in your fingers, wondering suddenly if you should have brought this up with him. “Some people. My parents didn’t,” you said, cautiously.

Shouto’s eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. “Your parents?”

You shook your head. “Sometimes people don’t find them even after all of the mating runs.”

Shouto did not look pleased with this. His eyes roved over you, pinning on you with a sort of sudden, unnerving intensity. “Sometimes people go on mating runs. And their life mate is not there because they are too young to go yet.”

You blinked, surprised by the specificity of this conclusion. “Sometimes, probably, yeah.”

Shouto’s tiny frown deepened, and he carefully arranged himself up against your side. “You will wait though, right?”

Your hand found its way unthinkingly into his hair, ruffling it. He was a sweet kid. “I mean, people usually go through more than one mating run, right?”

Shouto pressed more insistently into your side. “You will keep going until your life mate is there, though.”

You had an image of yourself, greying and eighty, slowly wobbling on your cane through the preserve. You suppressed a laugh. “I’ll go as I can until I age out, how about that?”

Shouto nodded, satisfied. His crayon resumed on the penguins, fiery pink streaking across the page. “I will be there,” he pronounced definitively.

His decisive tone startled a laugh out of you. You grinned down at him, unable to help the urge to ruffle his hair again. “I’ll stick around until we can run together. Although you better get good at climbing trees.”

Shouto blinked, his mouth pursing in puzzlement. “Trees,” he repeated to himself.

You nodded. “If I’m not an alpha, and I have to hide somewhere, I’m going to find the best tree in the preserve and go up it and not come down until I find my life mate.”

You would not be like your parents. You would not settle, and you would be realistic about your prospects.

Shouto’s eyes tracked across your face once more, like he was committing the statement to memory.

“You’re welcome to come up with me,” you said. You couldn’t imagine Shouto as anything other than an omega like his mom, not with that sweet little face. You didn’t like the idea of some alpha trying to get at him, so it was better he stay safe in your tree with you.

The thought suddenly rankled, and you decided you were done with this discussion. Better not to think of Shouto all grown up and spirited away from everyone until you absolutely had to.

You tapped a finger on Shouto’s coloring book, turning him back to it. “Anyway. Tell me about the other animals in here? Did Izuku tell you about any of these?”

Shouto looked down at the page, his expression shifting seriously. “This is a killer whale,” he said, pointing to a corner of the page he’d colored in with a blob of forest green. “They are related to dolphins. They are the biggest dolphin in the world.”

You nodded, relaxing back on your hands, gesturing for him to go on.

Shouto took his job very seriously, explaining solemnly and in great detail all the animals on the page, the way he sometimes described all his toys to you. You let him go on, finding that you liked listening to Shouto talk—he was rarely so wordy, but he was easy and familiar and funny in how seriously he took everything.

You laid back and listened to him, hoping Touya took a little extra time in the kitchen. Shouto looked pleased to have your attention, and soon enough you found yourself dozing, your head against his little thigh, content with Shouto’s sweet little voice washing over you.

In Shouto’s company, the Todoroki house felt a lot like home.

Now

Your beloved mother woke you in the morning ramming the vacuum into the door of your old bedroom-turned-storage room.

You groaned from your air mattress, your old bed frame sold off already to pay a gas bill. You missed that thing.

“Only a week together and you were out all day yesterday,” your mother said when you emerged from your old room, shooting you a look that immediately made you feel like a teenager again. She was wearing one of your old sweatshirts, that she’d clearly commandeered because she’d missed you.

Your heart squeezed a little at the familiar sight of her, but not enough to curb your morning fussiness.

“Maybe I was out scoping alphas to pounce on during the run,” you said, shuffling towards the kitchen and the promise of coffee.

“You were out with the mayor’s son,” she said, sniffing. A small smile pulled at your mouth—she had pettily refused to call Touya by his name for years.

She’d been thrilled by your friendship with him when you were kids. From the outside, Touya had looked like a beautiful little boy from a well-to-do family. You knew she’d once held out hope for your friendship to turn into something more, to see you settled into a well-off family and taken good care of.

For your part, however, you’d been drawn to Touya but never interested in that way, and you knew Touya felt the same. And things had only gotten more complicated when Touya’s mental health had crumbled like dirt under his father’s heel, and even worse when the Todoroki family fire broke out; Touya’s extensive burns damaged his glands and destroyed any evidence of his secondary gender before he’d even presented. Though, personally, you’d always suspected he was an omega. He was showy, flashy, possessed of that classic omega need for praise and attention—not quite to your tastes.

You thought you probably preferred someone a little more lowkey, someone steady and easy. Definitely not Touya.

There was also the fact that his efforts as of late seemed directed at the one quarter of your friend group with blonde, fluffy hair. Though you knew Touya would rather burn his remaining skin off before admitting it.

Either way, your mother’s hopes of a marriage into the Todoroki family were dashed, along with her opinion of Todoroki Enji when things finally came to head, and she’d never quite forgiven Touya for it.

“Touya says hello,” you answered distractedly, fiddling around with the coffee machine, though of course Touya had said no such thing. “I saw Rei though, and Natsuo and Fuyumi and Shouto. Did you know Shouto is a firefighter now? He’s gotten so big.”

“An alpha?” your mom’s voice floated out from the living room, her eagerness not quite suppressed.

You laughed, though a tiny, strange sort of spark lit up your spine. “Mom, I’m a couple years too old for him. I’m like his grandma.”

“Oh you are not, you dramatic thing,” you heard her sniff.

“Our first date could be at my bingo hall,” you carried on over the hiss of the water boiling, the dribble of coffee into the pot. “And we could get drunk on our prune juice, and I could slide out my dentures waiting for him to kiss me—”

“I’m going to sell you,” your mother said, her vacuum starting up again pointedly. You heard the distinct thump of it being rammed into a couch leg and grinned.

You knew she wanted to see you settled because she loved you, wanted to see you taken care of in all the ways that she hadn’t been. Your father had let her down years before he’d even passed, which you thought should have besmirched any alpha’s good name in your mother’s book. But she was determined to believe in love and life mates despite it all, and you admired her for it. She was a stubborn thing.

You spent the morning helping her do chores, clambering up onto the counters and getting all the places she couldn’t regularly reach, hauling out her trash and googling your way through some low-level repairs. You shared a quick breakfast in between, dodging more questions about the mating run, before returning to cleaning.

You were covered in dust and a thin layer of Lysol by the time you remembered you’d promised to meet Shouto at the fire station for lunch. There was not enough time to change or shower if you wanted to pick something up on the way, and you supposed it was well enough that Shouto did not actually possess the level of interest in you that your mother might have wanted him to.

“Going to see my child bride,” you told your mom on the way out, laughing and dodging a sponge.

The walk to the fire station took the better part of forty-five minutes, including a long interlude spent hemming and hawing over the prepared foods section of the grocery store before you finally settled on cold soba—Shouto’s favorite from when you were younger, if you remembered correctly.

The fire station itself was an older, whitewashed multi-story building, set back from the main road. The garage doors were open in the warming spring air, the bright red of the fire engines clearly visible from blocks away. You must have been visible from blocks away, too, because Shouto stepped out as you turned onto the drive, the dark blue of his stationwear stark against his skin.

Your heart did a strange lurching motion in your chest, and you pointedly did not let your eyes linger on the way his uniform belted in at his hips, highlighting the trimness of his waist and the breadth of his shoulders. Nope.

“Hi Shouto,” you said, holding up your bag of spoils. “You still like soba, right?”

Shouto blinked, his eyelashes fluttering. Long fingers touched the bag, hefting it carefully from your grip. “You remember.”

You grinned up at him. “How could I forget? Especially because I was there when you had it for the first time. You flung some at Touya from your high chair and it ended up on me instead.”

Shouto looked embarrassed, a pink flush spreading prettily across the tops of his high cheekbones. “I do not believe you.”

“Uh huh,” you said.

Shouto’s mouth pulled into what might have been a nonexpression on anyone else, but was most definitely a pout on him. Cute.

“I can reassure you there will be no soba flung today,” he promised, his deep voice earnest. Then he paused. “Touya is not in range.”

A surprised laugh escaped you, and the edge of Shouto’s lips pulled. He looked pleased with himself for having drawn it out of you. He’d always made you laugh, even as a kid—though mostly for how incongruously serious he was as a child, even about the silliest things. But also for how he seemed able to press people’s buttons—Touya’s especially—just by existing.

Shouto gestured you inside, and you studied the firetrucks as you passed them, mostly so you did not watch the way Shouto’s shoulders shifted beneath his shirt.

When he caught your look of curiosity, Shouto led you over to one, opening the door for you to take a look inside. You peered at all the knobs and switches interestedly, leaning into the cab. It looked complex, and yet very familiar. It actually looked a lot like the toy fire truck that once spent a fair amount of time occupying the inside of baby Shouto’s mouth.

You glanced back, opening your mouth to tell Shouto as much, when suddenly two large hands were at your waist, warm and sure. They lifted you right into the driver’s seat like it was absolutely no effort.

You fell into the cab, suddenly winded. You whipped around to stare at Shouto, heart hammering with the casual display of alpha strength, unable to help the wide-eyed look you knew you were giving him. That was—that was—not allowed.

“Am I—can I be—in here?” you garbled out, trying not to make obvious the real reason for your sudden disorientation.

Shouto stepped up onto the wheel plate to lean into the cab beside you, bringing in a puff of that scent like campfire on a cold day. “Yes,” he answered, looking unbothered with how close his face was to yours.

You watched him helplessly, brain fogging with his proximity and his scent. He was very, very pretty up close. He’d grown into what had to be the most beautiful person you’d actually ever seen—his mother’s looks, dialed up to an eleven. The deliberate alpha edge to him should have been at odds with that delicate sensuality—but instead it was like his secondary gender sat on him like a beam of sunlight, highlighting his beauty.

It was totally at conflict with the round, pudgy little thing he’d been when you’d first seen him, the lanky preteen you’d left him as.

He felt so familiar and yet so strangely new. It was disconcerting.

You quickly averted your gaze, making a show of leaning in over all the dials and buttons. Shouto leaned right over your lap, his chest warm against your legs, patiently explaining what each one did in his low, calm tone. The depth of his voice was so shocking, but the tone so similar to what it had been—you could remember him explaining animals in his coloring book to you in much the same level of careful detail once.

Your head spun with the dichotomy. Baby Shouto, a lifetime away, and adult alpha Shouto here in front of you—

You hurriedly pushed the thought of adult alpha Shouto down before you could think too deeply on it. That was off limits.

When you’d had your fill and Shouto had managed to make sure you didn’t accidentally deploy the ladder in the station itself, he helped you down from the cab, his hands hot on your waist.

“I’m old but still spry enough to get myself down, young man,” you told him as he settled you back on the station floor. Your heartbeat felt like it was somewhere around your throat.

“I did not hear your bones creak at least,” Shouto said, startling you into a laugh again.

His mouth twitched as he led you further into the station, giving you a short tour of the gear racks, the office, the laundry room and fitness room stuffed with several of his coworkers, a room that smelled overwhelmingly of clashing alpha scents, none nearly as good as Shouto’s.

A cheery red head waved to you from the leg press, that Shouto introduced as Kirishima, and a blonde alpha greeted him with a towel whipped directly at Shouto’s face. Shouto ducked it with the ease of long practice.

“Oi halfie, who the fuck told you you could eat the cookies I brought in?” the blonde demanded, barely sparing you an acknowledging glace as he reracked a mind-bogglingly enormous set of weights.

Shouto introduced him anyway, in a deliberately bland tone that you immediately recognized as one he deployed to rile up Touya. “This is Bakugou Katsuki.”

“Answer the damn question,” Bakugou said.

Shouto blinked long and slow and absolutely meant to annoy. You hid a smile. “Am I expected to fight fires on an empty stomach,” Shouto said, flatter than a question.

“I’ll fucking show you an empty stomach when I rip out your—”

“You must be Y/N,” Kirishima said loudly from the leg press. You instantly clocked a beta disruption technique at work and smiled at him.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, searching for something to reply with, uniting in his peace-keeping mission. “That’s—an impressive amount of weight.”

“Thanks!” Kirishima said brightly.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught Shouto’s head snapping towards you, and you looked back to find his eyes narrowed on you.

“I can press as much,” Shouto said, his tone insistent. He crowded a little closer to you.

Your eyebrows crept towards your hairline, mystified. “I—that’s—great?”

A tiny frown pulled at Shouto’s mouth, and a disgusted sound issued from Bakugou’s corner of the gym. “You gotta be fucking kidding me. Take this shit right outta here,” Bakugou demanded.

Shouto ignored him, still staring at you. He pressed closer, his shoulders shifting so that he was angled between you and Kirishima, obscuring most of your line of sight.

“I—mean you definitely look like you can press, um, a lot,” you continued, bewildered. “The only pressing I do is, uh, french press.”

The frown evaporated from Shouto’s expression, something suddenly pleased descending over it instead. Beyond him, you thought you could see Kirishima smiling, mouthing you look like you can press a lot to Bakugou, and an answering eye-roll from Bakugou. Oh god. Had you said that?

Your face heated, and you immediately decided an evacuation was in order. “Well thanks for letting us interrupt you. Nice to meet you guys. Shouto—should we—?”

Shouto’s hand found the small of your back, gently guiding you. All thought of Kirishima and Bakugou suddenly evaporated under the feeling of that hot palm, and you barely managed another wave as Shouto shadowed you out of the room. He led you up a flight of stairs to the dorm area, where several more of his coworkers were arrayed, chatting over their own lunches.

Face still sort of warm, you helped Shouto unpack the soba and the various side dishes you’d grabbed. He disappeared further into the kitchen and returned with glasses of water and the appropriate utensils, arraying everything in front of you.

“So this is going to be your first run,” you said conversationally, after you’d taken your first bite of soba. “Got any lucky omega in mind?”

Shouto’s eyes darted up from his chopsticks to your face, grey and blue pinning you. “I have… someone in mind,” he said, after a moment.

A strange twinge made itself known in your chest again. You ignored it, shoving more noodles into your mouth determinedly.

“I am sure you will have absolutely no trouble, but I am happy to give you a quick rundown of all the usual hiding spots anyway,” you said. “Most omegas actually end up not too far into the preserve because they want to be caught, so it should be pretty easy.”

One of Shouto’s brows quirked the tiniest bit. “I have reason to believe I’ll need to follow at least a few miles.”

You felt your own eyebrows lift. Not too many omegas went super far in, unless they were looking to avoid someone or pose a real challenge. You went miles in specifically for that reason as well—to steer clear of the action, not that it was likely to find you anyway—and get up your tree before anyone came looking.

“There’s fewer spots that far out because the brush gets all scraggly at the coast,” you said. “There’s a few outcroppings though that I’ve seen omegas go for. You really think your intended will go that far?”

Shouto considered you for a long moment, those mismatched eyes roving over you. “I do.”

Whoever it was, they were going to make him work for it, huh? You suppressed a growing spot of offense on his behalf.

“And you’re sure about this person?” you asked.

Shouto nodded. “I have been sure since I was very small.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the same time as your stomach seemed to drop. That was very sweet—and also strangely disheartening to hear.

Why was that disheartening?

“Then—do you think they’re for sure your life mate?” you asked, taking a careful, studied sip of water.

“I do,” Shouto answered. The simplicity of his statement spoke for itself. You were a beta and did not have quite the same capacity to detect your mate as an alpha, but you knew alphas always knew. You wondered if he’d always known he was going to end up an alpha if he’d had that instinctive understanding since he was young.

You wondered why he’d never said anything, all those years you’d grown up together.

Your heart did a strange dip, sinking at the same time it lifted for him.

“I’m really happy for you Shouto. I’m glad I came back just in time to see you find happiness, when it feels like I have already missed so much else,” you told him.

Shouto leaned forward, catching your eye. His gaze was serious where it caught yours. “I am glad you came back, too. You have been… missed,” he said.

Your heartbeat fluttered, and you gripped the edge of the table, trying to quell the feeling. It would not do to be too overwhelmed by Shouto. Not now.

You managed a smile, and quickly rerouted the conversation back to the hiding spots you knew, and the forest trails you’d seen most omegas utilize. Shouto watched you carefully, and you hoped he was committing the information to memory.

After that the conversation turned to more innocuous topics, a rehashing of some of your shared childhood memories, some picking on Touya. The soba disappeared between the two of you, as well as all the side dishes you’d brought. Shouto was incredibly easy to talk to, you found—a fascinating blend of the earnest, slight shit-stirrer of a little boy you’d known and a blandly funny adult man. He had some of Touya’s underlying propensity towards intensity, and some of his mother’s thoughtful sweetness—and you liked the way the familiar traits blended into something faceted and interesting.

He really had grown up.

After lunch he let you explore more of the station, showing you all the compartments on the fire engines, explaining all the equipment. On the way to the door he also let you rifle through the gear bays, showing you his own rack of turnout gear.

He even let you try his jacket on, looking like he was suppressing a smile when the heaviness of it weighed your arms down, watching you flap your arms around, marveling as what was easily twenty pounds of heat-proof fabric resisted you.

No wonder he needed such an intense workout routine.

You couldn’t help but be amazed by it all—who Shouto had turned into, and the fact that he had such an impressive job, one that fit him so well. The fact that he was an adult now, with goals and ambitions that were a lot more grounded than yours. The fact that he was an alpha of all things, and could lift you up into a firetruck as easily as you’d once lifted him off Touya’s hip.

It was so much to contemplate, and you watched him, helplessly fascinated, as he led you around.

You lingered for long enough that the sky was tinging pink and orange by the time you left, and Shouto saw you to the door, insisting on plugging in his number to your phone so you could text when you got home. You could still feel his eyes on you as you turned the corner down the street, a strange warmth suffusing you as you walked. It kept you warm the entire way home, despite the cool evening air.

It was only when you arrived at your mother’s front door, shooting off your promised text to Shouto that you realized that you were mooning like a girl returning home from a date—a completely embarrassing, inappropriate tact for your mind to take with someone who had been your childhood friend. Your childhood junior.

Besides, Shouto had explicitly said he had someone in mind already, someone he intended to follow during the run. And you were too old for him, and a beta as well. Alpha-beta couplings were rare—and if Shouto had known who his life mate was since he was very small, and never given any indication it was a beta—well that spoke for itself.

You shook your head as you let yourself in through the door, trying to slough off the feeling as you called a greeting to your mother. It was sad you’d never get to haul him up a tree after you, the way you’d promised when you were kids. But such was life, you guessed.

Shouto may have grown up into an admirable man and a beautiful alpha—but he was off limits to you. You’d make sure you treated him with nothing but the respect and friendly fondness he deserved. Nothing else.

Absolutely nothing else.

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boohorns1136439 · 2 months ago

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (06)

And we are back for another chapter !

Warning: cursing (maybe)

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

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Todoroki’s heat had finally passed after three long days. He’d spent them either with Kirishima buried deep inside him or wrapped in his muscular arms, their bodies entwined in moments of quiet warmth. It had been all too easy to lose himself in the haze of desire, letting the weight of everything else fade away in a blur of passion and closeness. But now, as the intense flush of heat left his system, his mind was painfully clear.

Embarrassment hit him hard. What was I thinking? He asked himself repeatedly, and almost felt lightheaded as he recalled the desperation—the way he’d thrown himself at you like some lovesick teenager in his first heat. It was reckless and stupid. Worse yet, he’d let himself imagine all sorts of salacious fantasies involving you, Kirishima, and himself throughout his heat. It was utterly inappropriate. The clarity felt almost unbearable as shame surged through him, dense and stifling. If it were just about embarrassing himself, he could eventually deal with it. But the memories of that day went beyond the dizzy haze of horniness, beyond the scent of peaches and yours warm touch against his skin. He also remembered Kirishima’s raw rage and the deep red of your blood covering your face and the hospital floor. Shame gnawed at him from within, leaving in its wake buds of guilt, which blossomed as images of you walking around with a crooked nose and split lips flooded his mind.

Thankfully, it had been Kirishima who picked him up from the hospital that day. The red-haired hero had been too considerate to press him on what had happened; his only priority was taking care of him. Yet, as Todoroki had laid beside Kirishima on the third and final night of his heat, he knew that by morning, he’d have to face the rest of the pack. And neither Katsuki nor Izuku would spare him the questions he dreaded.

Morning came too soon. By the time Todoroki left his room, Kirishima was already gone and it was still early, he knew no one had left for work yet. He rushed to the bathroom to shower, hoping the hot water might somehow calm his nerves or at least give him a moment to gather his thoughts. For the first time in his life, he almost wished his heat had lasted longer—anything to delay the inevitable, awkward conversation but no amount of scalding water could cleanse the mess of emotions swirling inside him. After a dozen of minutes, he resigned himself, finished his shower and got ready for the day.

The moment he emerged from the steamy bathroom, Izuku was waiting, worry pooling in his green eyes and his rough, scarred hand instinctively lifted to cup Todoroki’s face. His touch was warm and steady, grounding him and quieting the chaos within him. Despite the awkwardness of this whole situation, seeing Izuku made his heart flutter, and he smiled softly in his mate’s arms.

“Shoto,” Izuku murmured, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I wanted to be there, but I was tied up at the agency and..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing in a fast ramble, "Just... if you need anything, I’m here for you. We’re all here for you. I already called your agency and told them you’ll need a few more days off. Kirishima told us a little about what happened, and I swear, we’ll track down that doctor. We’ll make sure—”

“He doesn’t need you babbling his damn ears off, Deku.” Katsuki’s voice cut through Izuku’s rambling. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze locked on Todoroki—not unkind, but piercing.. “He gets it. He’s not helpless, you know.”

Izuku shot Katsuki a small frown but remained unfazed by his blunt interruption. Beneath the sharp words, Todoroki could sense Katsuki’s genuine concern. The familiar edge in Katsuki’s tone was oddly comforting, and he knew that Katsuki’s refusal to coddle him was just his way of showing respect and consideration.

As they moved to the dining table, where Kirishima was already eating breakfast, Todoroki took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and took his seat around the table. Izuku quickly joined him, sitting beside him and reaching over to place a comforting hand on his knee. Todoroki felt a rush of gratitude for the quiet support, and even Katsuki, despite his sharp gaze, gave him space to speak without pushing him.

“So... you were the one who threw yourself at her?” Izuku’s voice was hesitant, his doe eyes blinked and his brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to process Todoroki’s recounting of the events.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Katsuki scoffed in disbelief.

Todoroki’s face flushed deeply with embarrassment, his cheeks burning so much that he thought he might actually burst into flames. This was a lot more mortifying than he’d imagined. Izuku had started off so supportive, leaning in to comfort him, but as Todoroki went on and explained the situation, he watched Izuku’s expression shift from understanding to confusion, and finally to what felt like... judgment. Slowly, Izuku had began to scoot away from him, casting side glances full of disapproval and making it impossible for Todoroki to meet his eyes. Katsuki was more disappointment than anything else. Unbelievable, he muttered to himself. To him, this was beyond stupid—something a too-hormonal high schooler might do and definitely something Todoroki should’ve known better. But it was Kirishima’s silence that unnerved Todoroki the most. The red haired kept his gaze down, uncharacteristically quiet, before abruptly standing up and storming toward the door.

“I need to go apologize!” Kirishima’s voice was laced with urgency, tinged with panic, but Bakugo grabbed his arm and halted him.

“You can’t go back to that hospital, Eijirou,” Katsuki said firmly, tightening his grip. “What are you gonna do, knock on the door and ask for the doctor you beat up? You’ll only make things worse.”

“Kacchan’s right. She’s probably scared right now, and she’ll run the other way if she sees you again,” Izuku added, stepping in front of Kirishima and blocking his ways like a barricade, while exchanging a look of silent agreement with Bakugo.

“But I can’t just stay here! I hurt her—badly. She even tried to explain, but I wouldn’t listen,” Kirishima’s voice grew agitated. The vivid recollection of your tear-filled eyes and bloodied lips coiled within him, guilt tightening its grip on his chest. What kind of man hits an innocent woman? he thought, fists clenched as he struggled to free himself from his mates' hold.

“I’ll go,” Todoroki interjected suddenly. His words startled the others and they turned to him, puzzled. “It was my fault. I should apologize to her.” His voice was calm but resolute, slicing through the tension in the room and carrying a steadiness, calmness, that sought to soothe Kirishima’s agitation and remorse. “Izuku’s right; you can’t go there directly, Eijirou. I’ll go and apologize on behalf of both of us.”

"But I have to do it myself! I was the one who hit her. I should at least cover her medical bill!" Kirishima protested, spurred by a faint voice in the back of his mind reminding him how unmanly—and even less heroic—his actions had been.

“I’ll tell her you want to apologize in person too. If she’s okay with it, I’ll give her your number so she can reach out to you,” Todoroki assured him gently. It pained him to see Kirishima like this, especially knowing it was his fault. All he ever wanted was to see him smiling, radiant and untroubled, and judging by the looks on his other mates’ faces, it was clear they all shared the same feeling.

Kirishima’s expression wavered, torn between making a run to the hospital or listening to his mates, but Katsuki ended his internal debate with a firm arm slung around Kirishima’s shoulders, steering him toward the door.

“Come on, shitty head, we’re gonna be late. It’s Shoto’s mess, he’ll handle it,” Bakugo said, his voice losing its usual edge, and softened just enough to offer some reassurance to Kirishima.

Izuku lingered behind, casting Todoroki a final glance filled with quiet suspicion. Todoroki could almost see the gears of his mind turning, overthinking as always, but then Katsuki barked Izuku’s name from the doorway, urging him to hurry up. With a sigh, Izuku followed the red eyes pair and they all left for work, leaving Todoroki behind in their appartement.

Todoroki paced in circles around his apartment, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. He kept telling himself that he needed to apologize, but every time he neared the door, a wave of nerves yanked him back, making him turn and start another lap around his living room. He wasn’t used to feeling this way—unsteady, so... nervous as the weight inside him grew heavier, sinking like an anchor. He’d never been one to feel so unsettled—he was usually straightforward, never having trouble apologizing when it was needed. If he made a mistake, he fixed it; he owned up. But this felt different. Today, shame, guilt, and apprehension mingled within him in a discomfort he didn’t fully understand.

“Okay, it’s just... an apology. You’ve done this before,” he muttered under his breath, trying to summon his usual calm. He had told his mates so confidently that he would do it, but look at him now. “Just go in there, say you’re sorry. It’s not complicated.” Yet the words didn’t settle him. Instead, they only seemed to make him more anxious. Why was facing you so daunting suddenly? He couldn’t explain it—he didn’t understand it.

After what felt like ages, he forced himself to grab his keys and head out the door, before he could talk himself out of it again. But the nerves only grew worse when he settled into his car and sat behind the wheel. The flashes of three days ago replayed in his mind, flashes of him almost humping the backseat. They made him wince as he gripped the steering wheel tighter and started the car.

The hospital wasn’t so far away from his apartment, a short 30-minutes drive, but he had to will himself to stay focused on the road. When he paused at a red light, he found himself wondering if your scent would be as intoxicating and bewitching as he remembered it to be and the thought made him groan as he banged his head on the steering wheel, mumbling to himself, Focus, Shoto.

As he drove past a flower shop, a quiet voice in his mind suggested he bring you something. He considered it for a moment, pondering on how appropriate it would be to bring flowers to someone he didn’t know, especially someone who had been beat up because of him. Yeah, no, even he could tell it would be weird. But somehow, he found himself making a U-turn, parking his car in front of the flower shop, and stepping inside.

The floral scent enveloped him immediately—a soft, sweet fragrance that seemed to soothe the edges of his nerves. Before him laid a sea of vibrant and cool blooms stretched out in rows: roses blushed in shades of crimson and coral, delicate peonies, soft violets, cheerful tulips, and vivid anemones. The shop was beautiful, but he knew he had to leave fast when he realized he was searching for flowers that would complement the color of your eyes. He almost laughed at himself. Ridiculous, he mused, but there he was, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and a minute later, he was holding a bouquet of dahlias. With the flowers in hand, he made his way to the counter, quickly paid, and rushed back to his car, feeling the steady thrum of nervousness in his chest.

Finally, we got to see Izuku and Katsuki in this fic. It took us 6 chapters but we made it through!!

I hated writing this chapter, omg, it took me almost a whole week. You guys have no idea how many versions of this chapter exist 😭. The length wasn’t the issue—I tried to make it a bit longer than usual (not by much, though; I’m usually around 1.5k words, but today I hit 1.9k). BUT omg, nothing really happened here. I think it was just a boring chapter (at least to write) 💀.

I’ve always referred to the characters as Todoroki, Kirishima, Izuku, and Katsuki in my head. But it’s kind of weird how half of them go by their first name and the other half by their surname in the narration, right? It’s also a bit confusing when I use both in the same chapter, so I’ve decided to stick with Izuku, Katsuki, Kirishima, and Todoroki for the narrator. The reader will use their first names once she meets them properly.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

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Rut Suppressants pt.1

Alpha!Shoto x Omega!Fem!Reader

Summary: You find out that Shoto's been taking rut suppressants ever since you've been together. You take them off him and get to see a new side of your husband.

Word count: 5.2k

A/n: This is PART 1 of 2. Part 2 is hyperlinked. The second part ties up all the little plot points touched on here.

🚨Warnings: Smut, 18+, NSFW, p in v, masturbation, oral sex, lots of swearing

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You were typing away at your computer, responding to some dry work emails about tomorrow’s presentation. You had been working in a small team to design a new marketing strategy for your company’s latest hero gadgets. And of course, you had been pulling the weight of the team, you little hard worker. Or maybe your HR team didn’t hire the right candidates, you decide. It was easy enough though. The hard part was just getting your colleagues to look like they knew what they were doing by 10am tomorrow.

After responding to another email of “What does this mean?”, you heard the front door click open, grocery bags scraping against it. Ah, your mate is home. Finally, you smile.

You set your desktop to sleep before leaving the study. As you walk down the hallway, half-white half-red hair comes into view. He’s got his back to you. Black shirt clinging to his sweaty muscles. Must of been to the gym too, you thought. You rest your shoulder against the fridge, arms crossed underneath your chest, taking in the sight of you husband. He’s going through the bags, rummaging through them restlessly, clearly on the hunt for something.

“Need some help?” You smirk.

He turns around, blue-grey eyes wide. His expression visibly eases, slightly opened mouth forming a closed smile. “No, I’m fine. How was work?” He returns to his scavenger hunt in the bag right at his feet.

“Fine. I’ve got it under control for tomorrow’s meeting.” You push off of the fridge and come up behind him, hand on the edge of the island bench. You look over his shoulder, curious about what he could possibly be looking for. Shoto always gave you a kiss first thing whenever he came home, regardless of what had happened during patrol or of what you were doing. For him to neglect you like this was rather odd.

“You didn’t do all the work again, did you?” His voice had an edge to it… It made you bite your lip ever-so-slightly.

“You know how it is—”

“Well, it shouldn’t be,” he almost growled. “You should all be doing it, not just you.” He cussed under his breath.

Okay, this was getting weird. Agitated over you working hard? I mean yea but, he usually reins it it, accepts that this job is just that for you, a job. One that you’ve talked to him about leaving. And swearing? Not Shoto. Only when y’all are… you know.

“Shoto, babe, what’s up?” Standing directly behind him, you run your hand through his locks. He hums.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine," you whine.

You watch as he starts going through the fourth bag, pulling out a small box with the label “Rut suppressants. Take as needed. Maximum dosage: five per day."

This little fucker. You snatch it out of his hands immediately, sprinting from the scene into the back of your apartment.

“[Y/n]! [Y/n] stop!” You can hear him coming after you, the sound of his feet hitting the floorboards. “Give that to me now!”

You’re running frantically, heart pounding in your chest, hands getting sweaty around the evil cardboard box. You dash into your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut. Fuck! Where should I hide it?

You look around, [e/c] eyes settling on the dresser. You race over to it, emptying the contents of the box into the first draw, beneath your bras and panties.

“[Y/n]!”

Shit, he’s close to the door. You slam the drawer shut and run-stumble into the ensuite. Leaning against the door, you lock it. Okay okay, think! Think! The door knob rattles.

“[Y/n]! Open this door right now or I swear—” The silver handle is shaking now.

The toilet! You open the lid and crush the box in your hands; it makes those crinkling noises before you toss it into the trash bin and flush the toilet. At that moment, the door bursts open.

Shoto’s chest is heaving. His eyes are unfocused, frenzied. He’s panting… with anger you decide as there’s no way that little sprint could of worked up the number 3 pro hero that much. He stalks towards you, grabbing your wrists and leaning down to meet your eyes.

“What did you do with it?” His tone shocks you. His voice is so low now… and hoarse. It throws you off. “With-with what?” You breath out. You’re pretty puffed. “Don’t play dumb. You didn’t actually flush ‘em down the toilet, did you?” His face is now inches from yours.

You remain defiant, eyes staring back into his. The heat radiating from his left tickles your skin. “Um… well yea, yea I did. They’re um, yea, they’re down the toilet.” He laughs. More like barks. His breath hits your face. All you can smell is his sweat interlaced with his fresh scent.

“You’re so bad at lying, you know that?” He smirks, straightening back up. His muscles pull taut as he runs pale fingers through that snowy, silky hair. You watch as he looks around the bathroom. “Where’d you really put ‘em?” He looks back down at you, scrutinising you beneath his gaze. Your ragged breathing now hitches. “I don’t—”

“Don’t deny it!” He shouts. You shrink back instinctively.

You’ve never seen him like this before. He’s always so controlled. Even when you’re in heat, he’s always got it together. Always able to draw back or change the pace when you need him to. That’s why you took the pills off him in the first place.

You’ve been getting suspicious for months now since the two of you got married that he’s been on rut suppressants. It just didn’t add up. After your first heat together, you had actually asked him about his ruts so you knew when you had to return the favour.

“I don’t really rut, babe.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck, heterochromatic eyes averting from yours.

You laughed in response. “You don’t rut?” Your eyebrows raised. “Should I be concerned or…”

“No,” he said shyly, “it’s not like that.”

You waited for him to continue, watching as his eyes fluttered from object to object.

“I don’t get very intense ruts.”

Your brow was still quirked. “You don’t get ‘very intense ruts’? Like, you don’t get super aggressive and horny when you rut.”

His muscles relaxed upon hearing that. He looked back at you now. “Yea, it’s a minor annoyance. Nothing to worry about.”

You relaxed too, seeing that he was more comfortable now. “Trust me.” He took your hands in his larger ones. The temperature difference of both something you weren’t used to yet. “You don’t ever have to worry about control with me.” He gave you a sweet reassuring smile.

“Are you sure? I mean—”

“Trust me.” He squeezed your hands and leaned over, planting a small kiss on your lips. You grinned as he pulled back, trusting his word, however strange it seemed.

Had he lied to you? When you had announced to your friends that you and Shoto were (finally) getting married, they had warned you about that post-wedding baby fever. The endless marathon sex you two would be having once your cycles synced up. You had been waiting your entire relationship for that to happen and it hadn’t. So, once you two tied the knot wink, you had been hoping that the talk of pups would come up, but it just hadn’t. That’s when you had begun to think something was off. Even if he didn’t have “intense ruts”, he would still be feeling the urge to breed you, wouldn’t he? Or maybe he just didn’t—

“Where did you put my suppressants?” He stared you down, thin brows furrowed. “Babe…” His hands are trembling at his sides. Pupils dilated so only the rims of his irises are visible. It strikes fear and-and something else into you. Attraction? Excitement? Maybe you should try something else. Something else that’s gonna get you the result you want.

“Make me.”

At this, he frowns even more. “Make you what?”

“Make me tell you.” You take a step forward, feigning confidence, coming close to him again and tilting your head to the side, challenging him.

He scoffs. Those beautiful eyes, like solar eclipses, flickering away from you for a moment. “Make you…” He says quietly. He stares at you even more intensely now as he’s thinks it over.

It’s time to get cocky. “Yea, make me.” You stretch up towards him, arms wrapping around his neck. “I want you,” you move to whisper in his ear, your lips brushing his earlobe. “My sexy Alpha,” you run both of your hands through his hair now. He groans right back into your neck, large hands palming your lower back. “To make me submit to you.”

In an instant, you're over his shoulder, his palm smacking your right cheek. He’s carrying you out of the ensuite. You’ve done it now hehe.

As he crosses the threshold, you notice the door knob was coated in ice, hanging there, limp. Looks like you’ve gotta add fixing that to your to-do list tomorrow. He throws you like a stuffed toy onto your plush bed. His shirt’s already coming off, rippling contours all for your pleasure. Yea, make that a ‘to-do next week’.

Large hands already besides your head. Lean arms, meaty thighs, delicious toned frame caging you in. You’re forced to stare into those mismatched eyes. Not like you’d want to do anything else anyways.

Your breaths intermingle, just like your scents. He just stares at you, licking his soft, full lips. Afternoon light from the adjacent windows makes your figures glow. You love the way it streaks through his hair, and he loves the way it catches on your pretty pink lips. He thumbs your lower lip, pulling it down to reveal your teeth. You lower your chin, taking his thumb into your mouth. You circle your tongue over the top of his thumb before tasting the pad of it. It’s cold, like a popsicle you suck on in summer. You can think of another ‘popsicle’ you’d rather be sucking on right now.

“I… I-I don’t…” His brows are knitted together once more. Pupils wavering between dilated and contracted, showing off those blue and grey hues you love so much. You stop what you’re doing with your tongue, opting to place both of your hands on his cheeks. His thumb leaves your mouth but rests on your chin.

“I don’t know if… if this s-safe.” You can’t stop yourself from giggling a little. What a cutie. “Pookie, of course this is safe. I was made for you. You know that, right?” You smirk. You’re a feelin’ like a cocky little shit today btw if you didn’t get that. This man’s shyness inflating your big dick ego.

“Of course I do but…” He averts his gaze, looking at your ear instead. “But?” You continue. However, he doesn’t respond. He just moves his hand from your chin and tucks a strand of [h/c] hair behind your ear, which has suddenly become the most interesting thing in the room.

“You don’t wanna hurt me? You do wanna hurt me but don’t wanna admit it?” You tease. “No! No, of course I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes shift back to yours.

“Shoto.” You squeeze his cheeks gently. “I’m your omega. If you hurt me then you can just make it better.” You bring his face closer to yours. “You can make it better, can’t you?” You whisper.

He gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the motion. “Y-yea,” he replies, voice low, “I can.” That last part coming out with more confidence. “Good, then don’t make me dom you, Alpha. That’s kinda embarrassing for you.” You giggle whilst leaning up to him and finally, kiss him.

You both moan into it, feeling the relief washing through you two. But quickly, it’s not enough. It’s far from enough. He growls into your lips, changing his tilt. You follow his lead. You like that. His tongue grazes your bottom lip and you part immediately for him. The tangle that ensues is soul-gripping, bone-shaking, mind-blanking, breath-taking…

Your fingers are gripping his locks. His fingers are gripping the hem of your thin white tank top. Saliva, don’t know don’t care whose, if dripping from the corners of your mouth. His exhale is your inhale and vice versa. He catches your lower lip between his teeth. His sharp canines sending tingles throughout your entire being. There’s nothing that gets you slicked up like a lip bite from your Alpha.

He pulls away, you two panting. Not that the reprieve is sufficient or long-lived. Soon his lips are sucking and nipping your earlobe and that sensitive spot beneath your ear. You whimper out his name. “Shoto”, “Alpha”, “Daddy”, maybe “Babe” or “Honey”… yea, those, they’ll be the only words you know for the next week.

He nips at your mating mark, the beautiful white scar just above your left collarbone. He continues biting it, almost re-piercing the scar. You can’t help the moan-mumbles that tumble out of your mouth. Already, your wetness is soaking your blue lace panties and beginning to slide down your inner thighs. “Fuck,” Shoto breathes out into your other ear. You shudder at the word, one hand sliding down to his shoulder.

He continues at it, licking and sucking and kissing and biting at your neck. Soon, his fingers are tearing through your top. You mewl at the sensation of him ripping the torn, flimsy fabric off your body. His hands reach for your bare breasts, cupping them completely. Those long fingers begin pinching at the sensitive flesh. Your body responds instinctively, moaning, small hands grasping his wrists, breaths catching in your chest and throat. He fingers your nipples before bringing his mouth down to you, lips ghosting the hard peaks between his fingertips. He takes one into his mouth, eliciting a delicious whimper from you. His warm tongue circles your nipple as you did to his thumb, but just so much better.

You’ve barely gotten started and yet, you know never get enough of this. No matter how many times he’s done and will do this to you, and so much more, you’ll never be forever satiated. You just can’t be.

He moves to the other, keeping your now wet left breast covered by his cool palm. Fuck, that feels good. More moans spill from your mouth as he continues his ministrations. That slick is at your knees, probably. You can’t really tell cause it just feels like a wet, sticky mess down there at this point.

“Shoto,” you whine. He groans in response. “Hurryyyyy up,” you drag out that ‘y’ as you mewl. You shudder as he chuckles against your tender skin. Tender from his bites and sucking, of course. “You want me to go faster?” He pulls away from your breast, face coming back close to yours. You whine and nod your affirmation.

“But if I go faster,” he strokes your cheek softly with the back of his index finger, “you’ll miss out on all the fun.” His finger trails down to your chin, gripping it tightly but playfully with his other fingers.

Damn, you’re getting wetter by the second. He’s doesn’t usually tease you during your intimacy. Prefers that slow, soul-binding kinda love-making.

He just smirks at you before moving back to his painstakingly slow kisses and sucks on your breast. He only moves down to your ribs once he’s satisfied and you’ve probably soaked the bed sheets with how much he’s turning you on. It’s driving you insane. No. He drives you insane.

Shoto’s hands wrap around your ribs, feeling their rise and fall, and their ridges. “Beautiful,” he mumbles, kissing each rung. He keeps those eyes on you. All cocky. He knows what he’s doing to you and he likes how pathetic it makes you for him. And you can’t help but like it too.

After thoroughly kissing and touching every part of your torso, your arms, your everything really, he’s finally fingering your low waistband. You sigh relief and begin wriggling, trying to get those pants off as fast as possible, but your Alpha is still having none of it.

“Be patient,” he growls as he squeezes your clothed inner thigh, your flesh perking up between his fingers. “But Alpha—”

“I said,” he stares you down, this dark look in his eyes, “be patient.” You whine, “Yes Alpha.”

Hearing your compliance, he loosens his grip on your thigh and begins kissing your hip bones and skin just above the band. Fuck, he’s really killing you this time. I thought alphas were all, “Let’s bang. Now. Hard.” when they’re rutting but, I guess not. Maybe, Shoto didn’t completely lie to you by saying that his ruts were different to other alphas. Or maybe, he just wants to tease you for once.

You’re brought back to reality when you gasp reflexively to him biting into your inner thigh through your wet pants. Wet as in soaked and clinging to your hot skin.

“You’re not focusing on me.” Shoto’s voice is low, raspy. Fuck, you love it when he talks like that. Especially just after he’s woken up and you two have some fun together before getting up.

“And you’re not even focusing on me right now.” He bites even harder into your thigh, breaking through the fabric and pulling little red dots to the surface of your now swollen, marked flesh. “I,” you breath out, so it sounds like ‘hi’ and not ‘I’, “I thought you wanted me to be patient.”

“I want you to do both. Can you manage that? Or is that too much for my little girl?” He’s got a shit-eating grin across face. Since when was your husband such a tease, and such a good fucking one at that? It’s the years of pills, you decide.

“N-no, I can’t manage. Help me m-manage.” You imagine that you must look like some blubbering, whimpering mess right now, and you’re not even naked yet. And he’s not even naked yet. “Okay,” his grin widens.

Licking those glorious lips, those lips that you want on yours and not the ones on your face if you know what I mean, he pulls away from your thighs. He gets up from the bed, taking off his grey sweatpants and briefs. And fuck, you’re not ready for what meets you. For real. Swollen, hard, precum dripping down the shaft.

He smirks at you as he grabs his cock with his hand, moaning on impact. His other hand comes up to his face, finger pointing to the side of his mouth. At this point, your sitting up, thighs to calves, legs spread wide, dragging your wide eyes up and down his body.

“You’re drooling.”

I would say that you blushed at hearing this, but you’re already red as fuck in the face with how hot he’s been making you. You’re embarrassed and laugh it off, hand coming to wipe that spit from the side of your mouth. Yea, that was definitely yours and not his from earlier. That had already dried.

“W-well, how can I not when,” you take a deep breath in and look back up at him, “when my husband looks this good.”

“Have I got your attention now?” That rasp. That will be the end of you. Or the end of these bed sheets, whichever comes first. You nod feverishly. “Good girl.”

Ah fuck. He’s praising you. Fuck. That’s it. If that dick isn’t in you within the next three minutes, who knows what will happen next. You start shuffling over toward him when he stops you.

“No. You stay there. I want you to watch.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, amused by your reaction as you realise what’s going on. Is this how this twisted fucker wants you to help you 'be patient' and 'focus'? By not letting you touch him? And by not touching you?

“I can’t. No. Babe. No please.” You’re shaking your head vigorously, already rising from the bed when his hands find your shoulders and push you back to sit down on the edge. “Watch.” His voice is commanding, absolute.

You’re forced to obey your alpha and sit there helplessly as he pumps his veiny cock with those veiny hands. The precum now all over his dick with even more leaking from the tip. His dick that should be in you right now. His eyes are trained on you, observing every stuttered breath you take in, every time you bite the side of your lip, how focused you are on how he’s pleasuring himself. That feels even better than his hands ever could. Fucking hell.

“Can I—” You start.

“No. Just watch.”

“Not you but my—”

“No. Watch.” His tone is stern. His voice strained.

Fuck. If your hands were bound then this would be so much easier, but no, you’re forced to hold back from touching yourself by your alpha’s command and your own self-discipline. You doubt that you’re even allowed to rock your hips right now.

You watch as his movements get faster and now he’s panting. His eyes half-lidded and tongue darting out across his lower lip every so often. You can see the sweat beading on his chest. You start whining, wanting to be the one touching him like that. What you wouldn’t give to just… just have him right now.

“Please,” you begin. Which becomes a slew of please daddy, please, please let me touch you, please, I’m sorry that I took your suppressants, I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry Alpha, I’m sorry that I wasn’t being patient or f-focusing on you, please Alpha, please let me touch you, please, please, please, please… You don’t stop. You can’t stop. All you can do is sit there, slick drenching the sheets below you even though you’re lower half is still clothed, and plead for your alpha to fuck you.

His pale hips jerk forward and you can tell he’s really close. Would he even let you swallow it? But he stops. He stops and comes over to you, collapsing onto you, arms around your shoulders and neck. “Shoto,” you squeak, but it’s muffled by his weight falling onto you. He huffs into your ear and you just rub his back.

“Tired already,” you jest, but he’s not in the mood to play with you anymore. “Enough. I can’t cuddle my wife?” He mumbles grumpily into your shoulder before taking the flesh between his teeth. You hum, “You can always cuddle your wife, but I’d like it more if you fucked me.” He chuckles low, right below your ear. You feel it vibrating through his throat and chest. “Yea, I bet you would.”

He holds you for a little longer before pulling back, peeling his sweaty body off yours.

“Alright, I’ll give you your reward,” he smiles lazily, even showing off one side of his pearly whites. You squeal with delight. “Finally!” “Oi, settle,” he says as positions you so that he’s between your legs, spread wide, slowly pulling both pants and panties off you. Oi? “So, you’ve been on patrol with Dynami—”

“Don’t mention him,” Shoto growls. He’s been doin’ a lotta that today and you like it. A lot. “Or anyone else right now. It’s just you and me.” You nod submissively. You really should stop riling him up sometimes. But you can’t help it. You’re a cheeky little shit after all.

The relief that engulfs you once those dreadful clothes are off brings out a sigh of pleasure from you. He doesn’t make you wait any longer. He’s already at the source of your heat, lapping up your slick like it’s the elixir of life. To him, it is. You whimper and mewl as his tongue makes its’ way between your folds. It feels so warm and wet, perfect against your swollen lips. You relish in the feeling of what he’s doing to you.

Shoto eats you out like he’s been starved. Greedily, hungrily, in a frenzy. Without a break for air, he keeps going. That tongue, those long digits curling inside of you, his lips, all making you shake and mew. The whimpers and words leaving your mouth are unholy and impure, some real nasty shit. Only he can get you like this. Only he can have you saying shit like, “Fuck me however you want, daddy.” Or, “Knot in me, alpha! Breed your little omega!”

Once he’s had his fill, he moves away from your core, grabbing your hips and flipping you over, onto your stomach. His fingers are back at your folds, playing with your clit and teasing your entrance, drawing more filthy moans from you. You feel him move on top of you, straddling you. He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with what you’ve been craving for this entire time.

You moan loudly as he fills you up, completely, inch-by-inch. He groans as you draw him in, tight walls clenching around his girth. He stays still for a few moments, allowing you to get comfortable, before he sets a brutal pace. You hands are by your shoulders, gripping the sheets as he fucks you.

Your body is shaking, contorting to his every rough thrust in and out. It’s got your mind absolutely filled with how only your mate can do this to you. You can’t even form a sentence. You mewl, over and over, to the sound of your skin slapping harshly together. Your mingled groans and moans, all that dirty shit dripping from your mouths fill the room. It’s humid. Sweat coating your bodies. Your hair is stuck to your forehead. Your favourite part — besides from how tight he’s gripping your hips, likely (and hopefully) leaving bruises on your soft skin — is how deep he gets. His tip reaches that perfect spot, making your toes curl and knees bend, before he draws back out, and he does it again and again.

“Sh huff sho moan shot huff to." He grunts out in response. “Sho huff sho huff I huff.” Fuck, you can’t even get the sentence out. That’s how brain fucked, how body fucked, this man’s got you. “What?” He growls. He’s breathing hard, you can hear it, and it makes you drip even more and he can feel it. “Use your words, baby. Moan What is it?”

The filthy sounds of him pounding you fills your ears. The squelching of your juices around his length. You can’t even remember what you were trying to say. Oh! That’s right! “I-I whimper Shoto whimper Sho fuck moan I’m moan I-I’m gonna,” your voice is quiet and breathy, but he still hears you clearly.

He can feel your thighs beginning to shake, the way your pussy tightens and then releases, and he knows what you mean. “I know,” he grunts again. You continue to moan, feeling your climax coming in hard n’ fast. You gotta know if— “Just hold on for me, alright. Just huff just hold on.” You whimper in response. Not cum yet? You don’t know if you can do that. “I’ll try—”

“You will wait for me.”

Your moans and mewls get louder as you get closer, as does his growls and grunts. Even if you can’t wait for him , it doesn’t really matter, you still benefit.

He picks up the pace. You never even realised he had this kinda stamina. But, you should of known. He is THE pro hero ‘Shoto’.

It feels impossibly more pleasurable. It’s like he’s surrounding you. Every thrust is godsent. You couldn’t escape the pleasure of this moment, even if you tried. Your orgasm is building and building, threatening to crash down on you any second now.

“Shoto!” You cry out. You’ve got tears in your eyes. Your shaking, trembling, convulsing as you climax. You squeeze around him hard, sending him over the edge with you. You’re sobbing and screaming at this point, as you feel his knot swell and plunge into you. Thick, white, hot ropes spilling into you. Filling you completely with his seed. Fuck.

You ride out the high together, him rocking into you and you rocking as much as you can manage back into him. Breathing out, he leans down, pulling you back and laying you two on your sides. You groan at the movement, still experiencing those last minute tremors of your orgasm. His legs intertwine with yours, arms wrapping around you. He strokes your head, drawing you close into him as you both calm down. You sniffle and he takes this opportunity wipe the tears from your eyes.

You giggle, “Thanks, honey.” The words dampened by your sudden emotional outburst. “Anything for you, love.” He kisses the side of your forehead and moves to grab the blankets and pull them over you two, up to your chin. You snuggle back into him, hands grasping his forearms, a mindless smile spreading across your face. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?”

He remains silent for a few seconds, before groaning into your hair. It still smells like fresh cut strawberries in the midst of all the scents filling the room. “Only if you tell me where you hid my suppressants.”

“Than I’m never telling you!” You squeal. There ain’t no way you’re gonna give up this side of your alpha just yet. “Hey, that’s not what you should be saying.” His voice is low, bordering on a growl. “Sorry for not following your script.” And now you’re the one wearing a shit-eating grin.

“You know,” he shifts, now leaning over you and narrowing his doe eyes at you, “if you insist on acting up, then maybe I will just have to fuck you through this rut of mine.” “I hope you do,” you smirk even wider. “’Course you do,” he grumbles, laying back down again, nose buried in your hair.

You two lay in silence until his knot goes down, and he can finally pull out. He turn you back onto your stomach and pulls the blankets back, drawing out slowly, making you moan. His cum gushes out, further eliciting moans from you.

You can feel it dripping down your the back of your thigh. Shoto watches, enjoying the sight. Though, before he’s realise it, he’s got his fingers inside of you, finger-fucking that cum back into you. You can’t help but start whimpering and moaning even louder as you feel him fingering you.

“Shoto…”

He draws his fingers back out, letting the cum drip out again. He’s tempted to slide them back into you so that no more escapes, but he refrains from doing so, knowing that you two need to talk a bit more about kids than just “Do you want kids? Yea, I want kids. Do you? Yea, sounds good.”

He clears his throat, “I hope you’re ready, baby.” He wraps his hand around your waist and turns you over, onto your back. Your eyes find each other. The sun’s setting, illuminating how wet and dewy and bruised your soft flesh is.

You breathe out, smiling happily, “I’m ready.”

#mha smut #mha x reader #mha omegaverse #established relationship #x female reader #bnha x reader #bnha omegaverse #bnha smut #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #alpha!shoto #alpha beta omega #shoto smut #dom!shoto #omega!reader #shoto x y/n #fem!reader

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thehusbandoden · 9 months ago

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M'love -Alpha Mate!Todoroki Shoto x Female!Omega Reader

A/n: I haven't written for my beloved Shoto in so long haha

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Genre: fluff/reverse comfort \\ wc: 312 \\ female omega reader \\ posted: 03/25/24

You and Shoto became mates right after high school. You were both broke and didn’t have the means to get your own place. The burning need to be close to one another stopped you from living separately, so you moved into Shoto’s family home. It was awkward, and constantly toxic, but it was the best you could currently do.

You walk into the Japanese style house, taking your shoes off at the doorway. You stumble into the room you share with your beloved alpha, Shoto. He was laying in bed, asleep. You take your hero gear off before pulling on one of his t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants.

You sigh, inhaling the familiar scent of your alpha. You relaxed further, crawling into bed. He shifts, instinctually pulling you to his chest. You giggle softly, purring at the way his face pressed against your neck. You felt like you were in heaven.

Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes found yours as he slowly woke up. You smile, pressing your cheek against his. “Did I wake you?” You whisper. Shoto sleepily nodded, pulling himself up to lay his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you.

You frown slightly, Shoto usually leaned on you like this when he needed comfort, opting to pull you onto his chest most of the time.

“Is everything alright?” You purr into his ear. His brows relax as he hears your soothing purrs.

“Just my father...” he murmured.

“What happened this time? Do you want to talk about it?” You kiss his forehead gently, lightly scenting him to help him relax.

“He was just complaining about you again, m’love. Don’t worry about it though, his opinion doesn’t matter to me.” He looks up at you like you hung the moon, his warm hand finding your cheek. You lean into his touch, purring.

“Love you.” You murmur, petting his hair soothingly. He smiles up at you, blessing you with the rare sight of his smile.

“I love you more.”

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emjiroki · 1 year ago

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I want to do more with this especially with how part 1 ended

The prequel I did for This little drabble. I couldn’t help myself, Alpha Shoto is too good 💕 um… this got a little long…

Warnings: explicit scenes and language, knotting, biting, very light coercion, blood, little bit of graphic imagery (its an intrusive thought), scent kink, breeding kink

18+ under the cut MINORS DNI or you will be blocked 🚫

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#i know jjk is winning the poll but this has my attention now #the enji x reader x shoto dynamic is just so good i love it #my ultimate love triangle #Alpha shoto todoroki #omega reader #alpha shoto #tw omegaverse #tw knotting #bnha smut #shoto todoroki smut #em writes ✍#self indulgence at its finest

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noahideahwrites · 9 months ago

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May i request a todoroki × reader headcon on their first date (>^<). I love your works very muchh!! <333 and keep yearning for more of your great writings!! Fightingg!

Headcanon — Todoroki's First Date

Notes: It's official, I only appear once every blue moon, but that's okay (not really, but we'll pretend). It's kind of short, I really struggled to write this one for some reason.

Warnings: Grammar mistakes

»» The slow-burn with Todoroki is very real, so before you even went on your first date, you would already be friends and have known each other for a long while.

»» It's important to be very clear that you two are going on a date, Todoroki can be quite dense when it comes to romance and thinks you're just going out as friends.

»» Different than other omegas, Todoroki would like to go on a date with you before officially courting. Seeing as you two are friends, he wouldn't mind "skipping" a few steps.

»» But also, he is extremely picky about courting gifts. Coming from a rich family he is used to very high-quality items, so if you are not richer than him can be quite difficult to top what he already has, that's why the dates are so important.

»» The very first date can go two ways, you're both out shopping for his courting gifts, or you're at your house simply having dinner and watching a movie.

»» The first option would happen if Todoroki is running out of certain items, that can also be considered courting items. Like blankets, plushies, pillows and etc. Shoto is a guy who only buys these things out of necessity, for his nest.

»» Do expect him to ask your opinion on everything, also pick out a few things because you want them, for when he invites you into his nest. You won't see his nest until later on in the relationship, but he is considering your comfort even before that.

»» The second option can happen after the first or can be independent, but let's consider it happened after. So it's the end of the day and you two are tired of shopping.

»» Shoto doesn't want to end this date yet, but he also doesn't want to be out and about, so you invite him to your house. You two bought dinner on the way, so you only heat it up and eat together. »» After eating you two talk a bit and decide to watch a movie. You both take showers and go watch the movie, is something to just pass the time and it's also an excuse to cuddle.

»» Todoroki would fall asleep before the middle of the movie, so it's up to you if you finish it or turn it off and also go to sleep. The next morning he would have to go back to his house unfortunately, but dates like this will happen a lot through the rest of your relationship.

#hcideah #alpha!reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x reader #bnha #boku no hero #shoto todoroki

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fatkish · 9 months ago

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I have another story idea I can’t get out of my head. This story would be a Demon Slayer x MHA a/b/o story.

In a lot of a/b/o stories, you have your alpha, beta and omega. Some have Prime or Apex alphas, alphas who are stronger and more powerful than a regular alpha. And in a few, there are fecund omegas, basically the equivalent of an apex. This story would be a twist on the idea of a fecund omega.

Basically in this story idea, the reader is an Omega as was Muzan Kibutsuji. Since the dawn of humankind’s existence there were 3 secondary genders, alpha, beta and omega. Of course, there were apex alphas who were bigger and stronger than the other alphas, but they were just a subgroup of alphas. Being the lowest class and having been mistreated and used since their beginning, something inside the omegas cried out for power. Power to protect them from cruel and ruthless alphas. Hatred, rage and grief all caused by them simply being an omega.

Well this story would be different from the story line of demon slayer. Muzan was an omega, but he was mistreated and eventually something in him changed, mutated. Normally alphas and omegas could go feral but an omega would still follow an alpha’s command. Fed up by the way he was treated, muzan killed his alpha. From that point forward he continued to kill every alpha he came across. Similar occurrences happened all around the globe, and these deadly omegas were titled Mortems.

These were omegas who were bloodthirsty and primal. Not even the command from an apex, whose commands worked on alphas, betas and omegas alike, would make them submit. Their other name was alpha killers. Muzan was the first but not the last. Very few historical reports of these mutated omegas had ever been made, and not even half of them had any real evidence or facts to back up their claims. There was so little information or knowledge of these Mortems that there wasn’t even statistics about them.

Speeding forward in time to the era of quirks. An omega is born. Now normally, a Mortem would just have increased strength, senses and speed. But once quirks came into the mix, our reader is born. Basically the reader would have all the same abilities as Muzan did as a demon, but they’d be immune to sunlight since it was a quirk. They’d have the regenerative abilities, Muzan’s shapeshifting, basically every single thing Muzan could do as a demon, the reader would be able to do. Except, instead of their blood turning people into demons, the reader’s blood works as a claim. Basically if the reader’s blood comes in contact with an omega’s, even if that omega was already claimed by an alpha even an apex, their blood would destroy the claim and the bond. The reader could give their regenerative abilities to others via their blood. But in order to claim someone, the reader would have to bite someone just like a normal claim but would need to inject their blood into the mark.

The reader would have been born when quirks first emerged and was born around the same time as All for One. Mortems were thought of as mindless and purely instinct driven. People didn’t think that Mortems could communicate let alone be capable of basic intelligence.

What happens when a Mortem omega intervenes with All for One and All Might’s fight in Kamino? What happens when this Omega kills All for One and saves All Might? How will the world react when live on TV, broadcasting from Kamino, this supposed mindless and deadly being, speaks?

After having just brutally murdered All for One, the Mortem omega walks over to All Might. Having no power left and being absolutely exhausted and defenseless, All Might believes that he will be killed by this omega, as they slowly walk towards him the entire battlefield is encased in utter silence. As All Might closes his eyes fearing the inevitable, he suddenly feels a sharp pain in his side, as the scent of omega blood fills his nose. In shock, and with his instincts telling him to protect an injured omega, All Might looks down at the omega as they pull their hand back. Stunned and confused, All might looks down at his side, feeling himself being able to breathe easier and no longer feeling any pain, he questions what the omega just did, not realizing he said it out loud. The omega then points to themselves and then his side wear his scar is and utters a single word, “fix”. The omega then seemingly disappears from the scene, running at an incredible speed.

Having just witnessed proof of Mortem Omegas being capable of communication or at least this particular one, the entire world’s understanding of Mortems has been challenged. After the fight, news of this omega spreads all over the world. When looked into by Recovery girl, she tells All Might that all of his wounds had been healed. The damage that no one else could fix was gone without a trace. She explains that the omega had injected their blood into him, healing his injuries and essentially saving his life.

When news of this gets out to the public, people everywhere are wondering where this omega is, why did they save All Might, what else are they capable of, and can they be utilized? After seeing the overwhelming power as well as the omega’s healing power, alphas everywhere start to turn their attention towards finding and trying to claim this omega. Fearing that the League will try to stake claim on this omega first, there by, gaining control over them, the HPSC orders Hawks, Best Jeanist, Endeavor and every other alpha hero as well as the hero schools to prioritize the claiming of this omega. Whichever alpha claims this omega will basically be seen as the strongest alpha.

As the League’s alphas, Tomura, and Dabi, begin their hunt for this omega, the pro heroes begin to keep an eye out for the Omega. As the hunt begins, Aizawa returns home one day to the scent of an unfamiliar omega in his home. Following the scent, he walks into his bedroom seeing everything has been moved around and all the bedding and fabric like material as well as his mattress has been put in the middle of the floor and seemingly arranged into a makeshift nest. From behind him he hears a growl, turning around in a flash, he comes face to face with the infamous Kamino Mortem. They walk past him and enter their nest, growling quietly at him, he slowly leaves the room and leaves the omega be.

What does this mean? Why is this omega here, in his house. Why have they built a nest? Why does it always have to be him?

If anyone wants to use this idea, go ahead. I just need it to stop taking up space in my brain.

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 11 months ago

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Alpha!Todoroki x Omega!Reader

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➤ Alpha’s are so stubborn when they’re hurt. And this one is being exceptionally more stubborn then usual

Warnings⚠️: rut mention

»»——⍟——««A/n: yall know me i love omegaverse but like 🥲i just hope my writing is still good

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"Shoto, stop fighting me." He doesn't answer, continuing to squirm. "Shoto, stop." He pulls his hand from yours, squirming more. "Shoto."

Your alpha has always been a baby when it comes to getting hurt and someone needing to take care of him. This time, after a nasty battle with the latest villain all the pro heroes are trying to take down, he's left with a broken arm, broken ribs, and a fresh new cut across his chest.

The doctor ordered him bedrest be the requirement for him to return home, which he insisted on, and you promised you'd be there to take care of him. The only problem is Shoto insists on not wanting your help, being the stubborn alpha.

"Shoto. Shoto, let me change your bandge." You reach out and try again to wrap the bandage around his ribs. It's the last thing you need to do. It took you about thirty minutes to change his arm cast and fifteen to get him to swallow his pills. "Shoto," you sigh, feeling him move out of your reach again.

You sigh from frustration and sit back, crossing your arms. "Shoto, why are you being so stubborn? I'm trying to help you."

"I don't need your help," the first words he uttered since the whole ordeal started.

"Oh?" you shrug, "ok." You get up from your spot, kneeling on the bed, setting the bandage wrap on the edge, out of Shoto's reach. "Alright then, come get the bandage and re-wrap yourself," you say, crossing your arms and looking at him.

Shoto's head turns, looking at it, and then turns back. "Don't need it."

You roll your eyes, turning around. "You have actually got to be kidding me. Shoto, come on. Stop being so difficult. Just accept my help. It's not the end of the world." It's silent for a few more seconds. "For someone so hurt, you sure are moving around a lot to avoid my help."

"I wanna go in my den."

You sigh again, your head hanging low. "You cannot be serious." You get up and walk to the door. "I am going to go make dinner. And when I come back, we are going to eat, but before that, you are going to stop fighting me so I can change your bandages. Because I swear to god, Shoto, if I have to call the doctor and order a sedation drug, I will."

You walk into the kitchen, taking a breath and trying to calm down. You decide to make some quick cold soba, hoping maybe that'll be a good bribe toward him; maybe getting him to corporate. It doesn't take long, and sooner enough, you're walking back toward the bedroom again.

"Alright," you begin, setting the bowl on the nightstand and sitting next to him. "I need you to eat, and I need you to let me change your bandages otherwise I can't take you to your den Shoto. I need you to work with me."

The other reason you're so bent on getting his bandages changed and in a comfortable spot is cause his rut is due to hit soon. You can smell it, his scent stronger, and obviously his attitude is declining, but the doctor specifically told you he can't do any of those activities, not while he's still recovering.

You decide to take another approach. "Please, alpha? I need you to let me take care of you." He sighs, and you can tell if you want to do anything, this's your opportunity. You grab the bandages, start the process, and do it quickly but carefully, and finally, his bandages are changed, and you can relax. "Ya know, if I ever get hurt like this, I hope you realize I'm getting you back good."

Your clarity only lasts a few minutes, those minutes ending when a strong, musky scent bleeds through the air. His rut.

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jasmine-the-fox · 5 months ago

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My soulmate is in Japan... not you Adrien

My BIG idea that I wanted to write about… I actually was reading this MLB x Batman fic here and then this happened.

I hope you all enjoy!

Every year is an event that happens once a year in a different location. This event is for alphas and omegas to find their soulmate or also known as there true mate. This event is only for them since beta’s don’t have a soulmate, they can simply be with another beta and everything is fine. A few years prior the event was in Japan, Chloe took Sabrina, her sister Zoe and Jasmine there.

Mari couldn’t go due to her being busy with commissions… but they returned without Jasmine “She actually got found by her soulmate… she’s already pupped and everything” Chloe explained making Mari sad to lose her friend but Chloe gave her a letter Jasmine wrote to her. In it Jasmine explained she was sorry to leave her like that but promised they would see each other again soon.

This helped Mari believe she has a soulmate… and this year… the event was here in Paris…

She knew that Jasmine planned to see her soon but for now she had to care for her pup… Chloe was asked about the alpha but she kept quiet “It’s none of your business… ask Jasmine when you see her instead” she told them and with that they stopped asking her.

Marinette was both excited and nervous about the event, she didn’t know if her alpha was going to be there and she also had no idea about how things would go at the event for her… but Chloe promised that everything would be alright and even had her in her room to get ready with her, Sabrina and Zoe for the event. This helped her greatly as that meant she wouldn’t be going there alone and leaving alone if she were to not meet her soulmate in the end “Just stay positive. No one needs to be negative about it” Chloe said making Mari nod in agreement and kept herself positive.

Together, the four girls got ready for the event. Even though Chloe is an alpha, she still helped them all get ready as she knew alphas would want them in the end… while she will desire a specific omega “I met his brother at the event I went to in Japan. He had his scent on him but he couldn’t make it due to his heat… but he promised to be here with an alpha who was sick at the time I went to Japan” she explained making Mari nod in excitement for them to meet.

Once all ready to go, they got into the limo and left for the event. They chatted together during the to keep them busy on other things. Once there, they walked inside and began to greet other guests of the event. Soon Zoe got asked for a dance, Sabrina saw an alpha she liked and Chloe went to get something to drink… leaving Mari alone for a little while.

Only for a little while… since her alpha was on his way…

“Stop laughing at me Kacchan! This is a big deal!” Izuku screamed at his childhood friend he was on a video call with who was laughing at his freakout while getting ready for the event. Katsuki kept laughing until his pregnant omega Jasmine hit him upside the head “Ignore this idiot… need I remind you that he used terrible pick-up lines and tripped over nothing when we first met?” she asked making Katsuki freeze up. But it had a positive effect on Izuku as it made him smile and laugh at her words.

He then went back to getting himself ready “Also! My friend Marinette should be at the event tonight so please try and greet her! She should be with Chloe the girl you met when we first met” she then said making Izuku smile and nod “No problem! I’ll be sure to talk to her and inform her about you once I see her” he said making her smile and nod before he hung-up to finish getting ready so he could leave for the event.

On the day of the event where his packmate met his omega… Izuku had been in his rut and wasn’t able to attend. It sucked but there was nothing he could do but let his rut run its course and try another time to find his omega the following year, when he got to meet Jasmine after his rut had ended, he was surprised with how sweet she was. He also got to meet some of her friends: Chloe, her half sister Zoe and Chloe’s friend Sabrina.

They were amazing people and Izuku was happy to meet them… but then he heard about a Marinette Dupain-Cheng who wasn’t able to come with them “Her parents worry that if she travels and meets her alpha… they won’t ever see her again” Jasmine had explained which made Izuku fully understand since his beta mother had worried that he would present as an omega and she would lose him forever.

He wondered what she was like though… even with the information Jasmine has given him about her… he couldn’t wait to meet her…

Izuku had only taken one step into the place when his inner alpha went wild “Omega! Omega here!” was shouted in his head which startled him as he looked around. After a while as he walks a bit… he finds her standing alone, she looked around… clearly either for people she knew or her inner omega sensed him so he decided to walk over to her side.

Mari was very confused, one minute she checked to find her classmates that were attending and the next her inner omega claimed that their mate was here now… she tried to find her alpha but wasn’t sure who it could be… that is until a curly green haired alpha walked up to her. He was very handsome and his sent made her think of a nature walk she went on with her nonna when she was younger “Hello there. Care to dance with me?” the alpha asked and she smiled as she nodded to his request.

At that same moment… Adrien Agreste saw them… he was about to walk over to stop Mari from dancing with her soulmate… but Chloe stopped him…

Mari took the lead since Izuku was still learning to dance right now, she didn’t mind of course since Chloe made sure she had the lessons just in case something like this happened. As they danced, they started a conversation to get to know one another… as a result Izuku discovered who she was… and that was Jasmine’s friend Marinette.

He was about to bring her up when the song ended “I’m getting thirsty… wanna go get something?” she asked making him smile and nod towards her. They soon got to the table where the drinks were, together they looked over their options before picking one together, they were talking a little when Adrien walked over “Hey Mari! How about we dance together for a bit? Come on!” he said all without giving her a moment to give him an answer.

Next thing he knew… after grabbing Mari’s wrist… Izuku let out a threatening growl towards the blonde… one that had a very clear warning towards Adrien…

Kagami quickly came over and took Adrien away from them while scolding him for what he tried to do to the couple. Once gone, Mari and Izuku went back to talking while some alpha and omega classmates came over to talk for a moment before going back to there own thing.

Adrien watches them next to Kagami and Chloe, Kagami watched him while Chloe watched Mari with Izuku with a smile on her face… she had hoped they would get together and was happy that it happened in the end. A moment later she checked her phone and smiled before walking away… she had an omega to finally meet and she couldn’t wait to mate with him at long last. Sure, Zoe and Sabrina might not stay by her side in the end but as long as they are happy then she was fine with it in the end.

(This next part is smut and so if you wish to read this part you will need to go to my AO3 account to read this missing part here)

They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment that felt like forever… but was actually a few minutes before they decided to take a break and rest. When Mari woke up, she was alone in her nest. She heard water running in the bathroom so she slowly moved to get out of her nest and off the bed to check if Izuku was inside the bathroom.

She did in fact find him there running a nice bath for her, he had put in some Epsom salt in the water when she walked inside “Oh! Good morning, Mari! I’m almost done preparing the bath so you can get cleaned and relax. Once done we can get dressed and have breakfast here or go to your place” he explained making her smile… but then she realized something “You’re not joining me in the bath?” she asked which made the alpha look at her.

“I would love to but… we might go at it again if I do join you… so I took a shower while you slept” he explained making Mari blush and nod in understanding “But next time I will join you in the bath I promise!” he said making Marinette then smile to him. Once the bath was ready, he left the bathroom to get dressed and pull out some clothes for Mari to wear… since he did shred the dress, she wore at the event so she will need something else to wear while outside.

She sighed once in the water since it felt so nice for her body right now, Izuku called out to her and informed her that he placed some clothes for her by the door and that her parents texted asking where she was so he placed her phone on top of the clothes for her.

She of course thanked him for doing all of that for her before going back to cleaning herself before taking a moment to relax in the bath. As the water went cold, she left the bath to get dry and then dressed before calling her parents to let them know she met her alpha, is claimed to him and they were on there way over to have breakfast with them to plan the next steps in her life as a mated and possibly pregnant life.

They accept this even though they are worried that her alpha will make her cut them out of her life as there have been a few cases where alpha’s will deny their omega to contact their friends or family when they move to where the alpha lives… so they hope her alpha won’t do that to them too but Mari knows it won’t since Izuku is too sweet to make her not contact them.

Soon they were ready and quickly left the hotel to go to her parent’s bakery who were working together. Mari sighed in relief since it didn’t look like they had called the police or anything which was a good thing, her mom smiled and greeted them both “Chloe called and told us you found your alpha. We prepared some snacks and drinks upstairs so you can wait there until were done for the day or go out and have some fun” Sabine said which made Mari smile.

She told Izuku she would go and get changed into her own clothes and he could wait for her before they go out for a walk together, he accepted this and the two went upstairs after greeting Tom who was pulling out some bread from the oven.

Marinette went straight up to her room where she first went to plug her phone in to charge it before looking through her things for the perfect outfit to wear for today. Izuku sat down on the couch and ate a cookie as he waited, he looked around from where he was seated and smiled at the pictures he could see clearly from his seat. His inner alpha crooned at how adorable their mate looked in the pictures and he agreed to that… he actually couldn’t wait for what their future had in store for them now.

He did message his mom about finding his mate and couldn’t wait for her reaction to the news he just gave her, after a while, Mari’s mom Sabine came to sit with him to talk as he waits for Mari to be done getting ready “She tends to… overthink what to wear sometimes when she goes out and as a result takes a while” she explained making him nod in understanding to her words.

A while later, Marinette came back in a gorgeous and cute outfit. She wore a lovely light pink summer dress with beautiful flowers stitched with black thread like on her purse, she wore her flats but her hair was down and slightly curled.

Izuku blushed at the sight of her and so badly wanted to simply grab her, take her away and hide her somewhere where no one can touch her… but luckily, he was able to keep himself under control and they left to go walk around for a bit before speaking to her parents about everything… she brought him to her favorite spots and he also got to eat some foods she enjoyed which made him really happy to try in the end.

Soon, it was time to head back to Marinette’s home so they could talk to her parents about everything… however, they forget to check on their phone what day it was from the moment they woke up to now. So when Tom brought up how it had been a week since the event… they of course freaked out over the information he just gave them, Izuku of course apologize for keeping there daughter away from them for a whole week but they simply laughed and said how it was natural to be away that long when an alpha and omega find one another at the event “They are always gone for a week since they are in a way getting married… just without the whole wedding thing” Sabine explained.

This caused Izuku to at last calm down from the whole thing… but Mari knew that she needed to leave… but not before getting her things from her locker at school… which meant facing her classmates once more.

After that… they talked to Izuku about his life in Japan, he spoke about the pack he was a part of and how they would all care for Mari “My packmate found his omega first and they have a pup together… we all worked together to help so Mari and I won’t be doing this alone” he explained which made them all happy to hear.

A while later, Sabine informed Marinette that she would need to collect her things from school “I know… I am going to be changing schools so I need to clear out my locker” she replied making Sabine nod, then Izuku spoke “I actually need to contact my pack about everything. But if you want Mari, I can ask a friend of mine who came here with me to go to your school with you” he said making her smile and nod to the plan before he nodded back and walked away to make some calls.

Later that day, Mari arrived at the school to find Chloe with another person. He was an omega from the faint scent she picked up from him “Ah! Marinette. This is my omega Shoto. He’s in the pack your alpha is part of that I’m going to be joining with you” Chloe explained which surprised and confused Mari “But… isn’t it tradition for the omega to move to where their alpha lives?” she asked making Chloe nod “Yes it is… but Chloe had already planned the first time we met at the event in Japan to live there with me” Shoto explained making Marinette nod in understanding.

They soon walked inside the school and went to the locker room. Chloe went to inform their principal of their transfers leaving Shoto to clear out Chloe’s locker while Mari did her own. Once they were done, Mari sighed as she walked up the stairs with Shoto to go to Caline’s class.

It was customary for students who are transferring to give a note to their teacher about their transfer… that way if the student had tasks or was part of something the teacher can take care of removing them from it and place someone in their place… but before she could do so… she was swarmed by her classmates.

Shoto wasn’t all that happy from the lack of respect from the students… especially the beta’s since they were at least told the basics about alphas and omegas in middle school… but that’s in Japan. He then pulls her back a bit towards him and lets out an omegan warning growl towards them… which gets him to his and Mari’s shock a slap from Alya “How dare you growl at us you kidnapper!” she shouts making the class agree to her words.

But one look at Lila and she was certain it was all her doing… she clearly used her week-long absence to lie to the class about her… too bad for her but Chloe saw this and charged towards Alya and attacked her “How dare you slap my omega you stupid beta! Shoto is here because Mari’s alpha asked him to be her support since she’s leaving Paris with me to be part of our mate’s pack!” she screamed as she punched her.

The class watched in shock, but Mari simply walked over to Caline and handed her the note… then she walked out to leave as she heard Shoto call for Chloe who quickly caught up to the female omega. As they were about to walk down the stairs, they were surprised when they found Sabrina coming with them with her own things. As it turns out… Sabrina wanted to see an alpha she saw at the event in Japan again who wasn’t able to come to Paris to see if they clicked.

They all went to the bakery together where they found Izuku talking to Tom about bread and baking. When he saw them, he smiled and they went up to Mari’s room together… where Chloe ranted about Alya “That stupid beta! How dare she slap my pregnant omega!” she would say along other things… which caused Izuku to get pissed at her. Luckily, Mari was able to calm him down and together they packed her things for the move.

After that was done, Chloe and Shoto went to her hotel to pack her things and Sabrina left to do the same at her place. After a while, they went and to her bed to cuddle together for a bit to sleep and relax before they leave… however when classes ended, Alya and the rest of the class ran to the bakery to talk to Mari about what happened earlier… but they couldn’t even get in due to the giant green curly haired alpha that was blocking there way in with his menacing growling “I will not allow you to threaten my omega and our unborn pup” he said which shocked them.

Alya was the first to speak “But were not threats! Where Mari’s friends!” she claimed… but instead of moving to the side… the alpha leaned forward towards her… showing the fact that he was so tall that he was making her look up with her head to look him in the eyes “Your scent and earlier actions towards my omegan pack mate says otherwise beta… now scram” he growled causing Alya to lose all feelings in her legs which caused her to crumble to the floor.

The alpha then glared towards the others before going inside the bakery… they didn’t want to cause a fight so the class decided to go to there homes and come back another day to talk to Mari about everything… they can plan out things for Mari’s pup until then so she knows that they will be there to help raise the pup once born.

The very next day, the five of them are boarding their flight to Japan. All of the girl’s things that could fit their suitcases were being mailed to Japan. Of course, there furniture was staying behind so that was fine in their opinion. The girls were going to be buying new furniture a little after they arrive in Japan, Sabrina began reading a book, Chloe made sure Shoto was alright and Izuku was making sure that a sleepy Mari was comfy.

As the plane flew, Sabrina made sure to study on some things about Japan, Mari on the other hand slept soundly during the entire flight… she then woke up from Izuku lightly shaking her so she could wake up “We landed, let’s get going” he said making her smile and nod as they got off the plane and got going to get their bags before meeting with Izuku’s mom who came to get them.

Inko smiled and greeted them and then together they went to her car to get going home. Inko spoke with Mari during the drive “Also. Will be going to the Bakugo house to have dinner there” Inko explained making Mari nod… even though she was worried about things going bad in the end and then the Bakugo’s kick the Midoriya’s out of the pack all because of her.

Izuku told her to not worry “They will love you I promise” he said which helped Mari calm down a little bit… but she was still worried that she messes up something. They arrive home and Izuku takes the omega to his room when she unpacked a bit of her stuff before they relax a little… but then Mari goes into the kitchen and begins to bake some spicy macarons for the Bakugo’s who love spicy foods.

While the cookies were baking, she went and stitched designs on a few handkerchiefs for them as a thank you. Inko offered to help anywhere she could and Mari asked her to help make the macaron filling for her, Izuku meanwhile watched Mari work… this made her smile and offered to make one for him which made the alpha happy and excited to get one too.

Once the gifts and treats were ready, Inko and Izuku smiled and praised Mari for the hard work she put into all of this and how sweet she was to do this “They would have accepted a simple hug from you either way” Inko claimed as they walked together to the Bakugo house that was a block away from them. When they arrive at the gate, Inko rings the doorbell to let the Bakugo’s know they were here “I got it hag! I SAID STOP SHOUTING AT ME!” the loud and brash male alpha voice could be possibly heard without the speaker on from the house.

Mari was sadly startled by the shout, Izuku felt terrible for not warning her about the alphas in the Bakugo family are known for fighting and yelling at one another… but then “Katsuki! Stop shouting like that! You know new members will be scared of you then!” a gentle female voice spoke… but Marinette knew that voice “Jasmine? She’s your friend’s mate?” Mari asked which made everyone go quiet for a moment… and then the front door slammed open “Mari!” out came Jasmine.

Marinette’s dear friend who found her mate when she left with the Bourgeois and Sabrina for an event, Mari smiled and then looked surprised when she saw that Jasmine was clearly pregnant right now “Jasmine! It’s been so long!” Mari said as the gate opened to let the trio in, Jasmine smiled and nodded towards her friend as she brought them inside the house.

“Your right about that! After Katsuki and I mated, we just didn’t go to Paris for anything. Chloe and Zoe took care of everything for me and I just kept in contact mostly with them about everything” she explained as the Bakugo’s walked over.

One was a male omega who looked like he could be mistaken as Jasmine’s dam if no one knew better while the two alphas were identical to one another… minus the fact that Jasmine alpha is a guy and not a girl like his sire is “It’s so nice to meet you Marinette! Jasmine told us about you and when Inko informed me that you were Izuku’s mate I was so excited!” the female alpha said making Mari smile as Jasmine took over “This is Mitsuki, she’s current pack alpha until my alpha Katsuki either takes over… or makes his own pack” she said making the two nod… while Mitsuki smiled towards Mari.

She then pointed to the male omega “This is Mitsuki’s mate Masaru” she then said making the male omega smile “It’s very nice to meet you Marinette. We just finished preparing tea so why don’t you join Jasmine and Katsuki in the living room and I’ll bring it over?” he offered making them nod. Then, Mari handed Mitsuki the container and the handkerchiefs “I baked you all some spicy macaron’s and stitched the designs on these handkerchiefs for you all” she said as Katsuki examined with his parents everything.

Jasmine smiled towards her though and guided her to a couch, the two girls talked “After a I mated Katsuki. We had our son nine months later… and now I’m pregnant with twins and I can’t wait to give birth” she whined making Mari giggle towards her as she showed her baby pictures of her son.

The little boy had a mix between brown and blonde hair… but his eyes were clearly red like Katsuki’s. She was amazed at how cute he looked “He must be four right? Is he excited to become a big brother?” Mari asked making Izuku chuckle before walking away for a moment “He won’t stop talking about names for them and babbles about teaching them stuff”

Katsuki said to her which made Mari smile… and then her eyes widen as Izuku returned with a little pup in his arms “Looks like Marion woke up from his nap… come here baby” Jasmine said as Mari’s eyes widen at her words “Marion?” she asked making Katsuki smirk “Yup… pup is named after you… his godmother” he said making her turn to look at him “Sorry for surprising you with all of this… but even though I really wanted to go back to Paris to see you… I didn’t want to see Adrien” Jasmine explained sadly.

Mari was about to ask her to explain… but Katsuki then spoke “I have made sure Jasmine had everything she would need during her pregnancy with Marion. I never let her not having something she craved for and I never left her alone during her morning sickness. I was always there by her side telling her positive things about herself as she looked herself in the mirror claiming she was fat and ugly” he went on and on with everything he did for her friend.

But Mari was very confused on why he was telling her all of this… especially when he went from Jasmine to Marion “Okay Katsuki! I get you’re an amazing mate and sire but why tell me this?” she asked making Jasmine sigh “About a month after a didn’t come back to Paris. Adrien got angry and got the class to harass me to come back home… when I blocked them, they turned to texting Katsuki” she began to explain which shocked Marinette.

For them to do this… it was disgusting “The last text he got was from Alya… she threatened to take him to court for being a terrible alpha to me if he didn’t send me back to Paris by the end of the week. We had to take him to the hospital because he was showing signs of entering a drop” she then said which made Mari look horrified.

She was so pissed at them for doing that to Katsuki… but then she remembered what they did to Shoto, she took a deep breath “Alya’s threat was an empty one. She didn’t have any grounds or proof to take it to court… but you do for the harassment and your medical bill since they caused you to drop” she explained which made Katsuki relax as Izuku takes Marion and brings him to Mari’s arms for a moment before it was time for him to eat and then take another nap.

Once Marion was sleeping… it was time for them to eat. Mari was amazed by the dishes that were prepared and they soon all began to eat together. Of course, they all talked in between bites which made Mari happy during the whole meal. After they ate everything, Inko sadly had to get going due to work which made Marinette a little sad but she knew she would see the beta again soon.

They moved to the couches to talk some more before it began to get late and everyone went to bed. Katsuki and Izuku shared a room while the girls shared a room… this caused them to talk some more before going to bed. Mari did tell Jasmine about her meeting with Shoto which made her smile towards her friend before they both drifted to sleep for the night. When Mari woke up the next morning, she found her mate and Katsuki leaving for school and the two adults were already gone to work.

Katsuki turned and saw Mari “Jasmine does online classes so she’s gone be up later in the day so don’t bother her for now. Marion has food and will tell you what he mainly wants to eat when he wakes up. He knows to be quiet when Jasmine is sleeping so just turn the TV on for him” he said making Mari smile and nod before Izuku kissed her and then left with Katsuki for school.

Sure, enough the little boy woke up and asked for some oatmeal for breakfast and Mari made him some to eat, she made some for herself and ate with him. Once they were done, she cleaned the dishes while he watched TV, after a while as Mari was sketching, Jasmine woke up and came down dressed with her laptop to do her school work while having breakfast “Do you sometimes go out?” Mari asked making Jasmine smile towards her “Sometimes if I’m well enough. I’ll walk with Marion to UA to have lunch there and spend the rest of the day there” she explained making Mari smile and nod.

She went back to her school work while Mari cleaned around the house, it was relaxing to not have to do much right now but she knew that she would need to go to school again. After a while, Jasmine stopped “Hey Mari? Do you want to check out UA?” Jasmine asked which got Marion excited while Mari smiled “Sure! It sounds like fun” she said making Jasmine smile and nod back to her.

They left after they had everything ready for there long walk to UA, Jasmine pointed things out to Marinette which got her excited about everything she was seeing in Japan and then things she could do here. Sometimes they would stop because Mari wanted to write down the way to a place, she wanted to check out at some point… but soon they arrived to UA and Mari was in awe at the building. Jasmine explained how the school was a high school and a college with dorms for those who don’t live close by as they walked into the main building.

Jasmine and Marion guided Mari to the cafeteria where Izuku notices them and waves them over. Mari was a little nervous but Jasmine promised it would be alright. They walked over to the table their respective alphas were sitting at with there friends and packmates, a moment after that, Izuku and Katsuki left to get some food… causing Mari to meet his friends.

Ochako made sure she was alright, Tsu made sure to talk to her, Tenya asked her a few questions to let her join in on the conversation, Hitoshi spoke a bit to her in French to practice and Shoto smiled towards her. It caused Mari to see that they were real friends she should have had… and not the ones she had back in Paris after Lila got a hold of them with her lies. The two alphas returned a while later with food for themselves, there mates and in Katsuki’s case for Marion too. They happily ate together as Mari met Katsuki’s friends and learned about each of them before classes had to start once more.

When the day came to an end, the group of five walked back together while talking together. Marion ended up getting carried by Katsuki who smiled faintly towards him before looking towards Jasmine with a bigger smile on his face. Soon they split ways but Jasmine promised Mari that they would hang-out again soon “You are part of the Bakugo pack now! So, this won’t be the last time you see me” she said before walking away with her alpha.

After she and Izuku returned home, Mari became excited about her new life in Japan and slowly began to adjust to her new life here… she became a student at UA like Jasmine and was informed that when she’s further along she would go to online classes which she didn’t mind. She also became a part-time designer at the Bakugo’s fashion company and she couldn’t wait to grow in experience.

Meanwhile, back in Paris… a week had gone by since the incident at school. Adrien was walking over to the bakery to speak with Marinette with a few pamphlets that were about abortions, help you can get or adoption. Adrien didn’t think it was a good idea for her to keep that alpha’s pup so he hoped she would see reason with him and pick one of the two options she had.

When he arrives, he finds by the bakery door his friends looking defeated about something, he went over to Nino and asked him what happened “Mari already left. We won’t see her again unless her alpha let’s her come back. Were also all banned from the bakery” he said as little by little his friends began to leave… Adrien was shocked by the news as he couldn’t believe this at all, he stood there all alone as he looked down to find all the pamphlets he brought on the ground “First I lost Jasmine… and now I lost Marinette” he whispered to himself while wondering what he could do in order to fix the whole situation.

Time goes by and Marinette is very happy with her new life in Japan. She studied at UA until she began to show she was pregnant and works part-time as a designer at the Bakugo fashion company when Jasmine begged her to show Mitsuki and Masaru her designs. Everyone is amazing towards Mari; she was even part of the Dekusquad and the Bakusquad which resulted in her hanging out with them often.

Mari also saw the love and care everyone showered her in like they did to Jasmine, one time Jasmine’s feet began to hurt and they all quickly got to work to have her feet in warm water before giving her a massage, one time Mari had to slow down due to her pup kicking and before she could blink her things were taken from her and she was carried around until she got home.

It was hard to adjust to it all…

Jasmine would laugh and tell her times she cried when she was first pregnant with Marion and Katsuki had to comfort her from everything that was happening “It takes time to get used to this. You and I were bullied by the ones we called our ‘friends’ and now at a new school we have real friends who don’t want to see us hurting” she had explained and it helped Mari a lot.

Time goes by and then one morning Inko get’s a call from Mitsuki… Jasmine’s water broke, the trio drove to the hospital where they found their friends and teachers slowly entering the hospital to wait for the good news on Jasmine and the twins. Time goes by and Katsuki comes out to reveal that his daughters were born healthy and Jasmine was now sleeping from the birth, everyone was happy and got to see the girls for a moment before having to leave for now until Jasmine woke up and was well enough for visitors.

Mari saw two gorgeous girls with a fuzz of brown and blonde hair. Later that day, Mitsuki posted pictures of her two grand-daughters and how happy she was to see them. There names weren’t mentioned at all and Mari guessed that Katsuki and Jasmine wanted to reveal the names themselves, a few days later, Jasmine and the twins leave the hospital.

Everyone moves around to help them with the twins without being asked which amazed Mari while Izuku chuckled “We didn’t want them to be drained from taking care of a pup so everyone chips in where they can when they can… the same thing will happen with us” he explained as Mari watched Shoto and Chloe hold the twins as they slept.

Someone had asked what their names were and Jasmine smiled “Chloe is holding the first-born Kairi and Shoto is holding Kazumi” she said while Katsuki looked proud making everyone happy to hear the girl’s names, after a while the two girls opened their eyes and everyone was amazed to find both of them had a brown left eye and the right eye was red but found them adorable.

And then… disaster struck…

Adrien sent Mari a message, this shocked her since none of them contacted her before the event. She was then shocked to find that Adrien was demanding that she comes join the class for a day to build a stronger pack bond. However, there was no pack, Mari joined Katsuki’s pack much like Chloe had done when they moved to Japan to be with there mates, when she contacted Jasmine and Chloe, they both had different responses.

“I didn't get any message” Jasmine had said “I refused to join and explained that Shoto was pregnant and he was more important to me then this stupid bonding thing” she replied making Mari do the same as Chloe… she responded to Adrien that she would not be part of this due to the fact she’s pregnant and is preparing to give birth which was more important than a fake pack.

She didn’t check for a reply, she simply ignored her phone by going back to knitting. A week goes by and everyone is happy, Sabrina is bonding with everyone while not having figured out who her soulmate was yet and Zoe promised to come visit soon. Then Zoe informed them that their old classmates were flying to Japan, Mari didn’t want to see them while Jasmine was ready to call the cops on them if they tried to come near her.

One day, Mari and Izuku were in bed talking about there pup’s name while waiting for Jasmine to text that she was here with the baby books she promised to lend them. Then Mari’s phone rings, she ignored it but the it continued so Mari simply blocked the number and went back to talking to Izuku… then her phone rang again and she blocked the second number. After a while, Jasmine texted Mari and Izuku let her in with the books and food to their surprise.

“Here you go you two! I thought it would be nice to bring you two something to eat” she explained making them thank her. Just then Mari’s phone rings again and she simply turned it off with a huff “What the hell did I just see?” Jasmine asked making Mari explain the situation “Ah… it’s the old class. Chloe told me she and Sabrina were getting calls and texts from them too” she explained which surprised Mari.

“And you haven’t?” she asked making Jasmine smile “I actually blocked them and changed my number after Katsuki claimed me. I recommend you do the same” Jasmine explained making Mari nod. She would need to do it soon though “I can do it for you if you want. You’re on the pack’s phone plan so I can go in and get you a new phone and number without a problem while I’m on my date with Katsuki” Jasmine said which made Mari happy as she gives her the phone before Jasmine heads back.

The two relaxed once more while reading the books… all the while Adrien was pissed at what Mari just did… and her behavior towards the pack. The next day, Marinette was all alone and relaxing in bed as she waits for Izuku to return when she get’s a knock on the door. Confused since they weren’t expecting anyone or an order, she slowly walked to the door and looked to see who it was without opening the door.

There she found Adrien with her tormentors waiting at the door for them to be let in, angered by this Mari went to grab her phone and called the police about the situation… and then Lila spoke another lie “I’m telling you all! Mari is being abused by her so call ‘alpha’ that’s why she isn’t answering us!” she informed the one who answered that police wouldn't come if they called. Mari didn’t want Izuku arrested so she pulled out evidence that there was no abuse and they were lying just in case they got officers to come.

After a while Alya calls the police and explained the situation. Once she was done, they waited for police to arrive while Mari went to read one of the baby’s name books from Jasmine. A while later they noticed nothing was happening… no police car arriving, Mari wasn’t forced out to them and her alpha wasn’t arrested in the end.

They left a while later but because Mari didn’t want to be there if they came back, she decided to be with Mitsuki and Masaru or at UA now just to be safe. One day though it went too far. Mari was at Shoto’s home just talking and relaxing when Jasmine texted her. She wrote that Adrien was at UA with police claiming that an alpha had kidnapped Marinette and wanted him arrested.

She was so done with this bullshit…

The two were driven to UA in silence, neither spoke even when they arrived and heard Adrien screaming for Mari’s alpha to reveal himself and to face his crimes. Mari went to one of the officers and explained that Adrien had made false claims to them and that she was safe and well and not abused by her alpha.

As a result, they warned Adrien that they would arrest him if he lied again and then left, when Adrien saw them leave, he tried to make them stay and listen to him. Then he turned towards Mari in anger… only to be in shock as she slaps him and screams at him “LEAVE ME ALONE AGRESTE!! I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU OR YOUR MADE-UP PACK!” Shoto pulled her away from the blonde and glared at him “Leave now. You and your pack are not wanted or welcomed” he growled but Adrien refused to leave.

Just as Adrien was about to speak… Chloe, Katsuki, Izuku and a raging Jasmine run over “ADRIEN AGRESTE! IF YOU DON’T LEAVE IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS, I’M SENDING YOU TO THE HOSPITAL!!” she screamed other things about how delusional he was but pretty much made him understand that none of them were coming back to Paris.

They all then left him there as they entered UA to relax about what happened just now, time goes by since the incident and Marinette was outside taking a walk when Alya starts talking to her about her rude behavior and how she abandoned the pack.

Of course Mari was pissed with Alya bothering her, she decided to ignore Alya in the hopes she would leave her alone and go back to Paris… but instead she get’s a call from Chloe who is laughing about something that she was trying to tell her about Alya… so Shoto tells her “Alya went to the Bakugo’s to harass Jasmine and Katsuki… she’s in the hospital because she pushed Jasmine to become feral and attack her” he explained making her eyes widen at his words.

Due to the laws, Jasmine was in her rights to attack Alya due to the fact that Alya tried to force her way into there home and tried to harm her pups from what Shoto told her. Mari doesn’t care though and doesn’t visit her… but Lila Rossi believes otherwise. As a result, Lila goes to UA to try and speak to Izuku, Katsuki and their friends to try and make them understand that Mari, Chloe, Sabrina and Jasmine should visit Alya at the hospital… and how Jasmine should pay for Alya’s medical bill.

But they all ignored her and told her how they knew she’s a liar, this shocked her since Alya refuses to see her now that she is seeing she is a liar like Mari and Jasmine have been saying from the start. So, she drops the act “Fine! Let’s see what happens when I tell the cops you guys physically assaulted me and attempted to sexually assault me! Bet you will agree to my demands now!” she said… but they all laughed at her words which shocked her.

“I’m not joking! I will call them!” she said but they only laughed even more then before, after a while Katsuki calmed down “We already called them… and they heard your plans” he said and her eyes widen as police grabbed her and took her away as she kicked and screamed in Italian. The girls were now able to relax with her gone, now Mari could do like Shoto… prepare for when they go into labor to give birth to their pups.

Jasmine did warn them that not all pups are born on there due date and how it’s possible they will need to be induced to give birth if it passes. Shoto gives birth to their son without a fuss, Chloe goes slow to care for him while making sure Shoto was fine as he recovers from giving birth to Zachary, this leaves Mari to wait to give birth… but she starts to worry about possibly needing to be induced but Izuku helps her.

And then her ex-classmates come back… because Lila lied about what happened…

They demand she pays Lila’s bail; they demand she comes back to Paris and Adrien claims she’s making a mistake with Izuku “We all know were meant to be together Mari!” he says which angers Mari, she decided to warn them “I’ll call the sops if you don’t leave!” she said. But instead of the desired effect… they sat down on the floor “Were not leaving Mari! You need to do the right thing!” Kim shouted and the other’s agreed with him.

She knew what would happen if she agrees… she would be forced with an alpha she doesn’t like, her pup will be taken far away from her, the class will demand free clothes, food and babysitting, they will force to be part of there pack and will force her to apologies to Lila who made her suffer. But there was no way in hell that she would do what they wanted, so she pulls out her phone and calls the police and then waits for them to arrive… but then she discovers that it was time. She was going into labor.

The problem was that if she left with Izuku to the hospital, they would follow and claim to be her pack. So, they had to wait for the cops to arrive and take her ex-classmates away before they could go to the hospital where she gave birth to their daughter Izumi.

The entire pack visits them and see little Izumi… then Sabrina reveals shocking news “Alya asked to visit” she said making them all go silent; they didn’t know what to say about this at all “I’ll see her… on my terms” Mari said making Jasmine and Katsuki nod in agreement “Will contact Alya after you and Izumi are released from the hospital… then will prepare for her arrival” Jasmine said making everyone nod in agreement to the plan.

Three days later, Izuku takes Mari and Izumi to the Todoroki family house “It’s big enough for everyone” he explained making Mari nod in agreement as they enter, the pack is there waiting for them with three lawyers who explain that they are here to make sure Alya understands the situation “In order for her to speak to you. She needs to sign a contract and if she refuses, she needs to leave” Jasmine said making Mari nod as she’s guided to another room to relax and wait in for Jasmine to bring Alya to her.

Alya arrives and is greeted by Jasmine “Just follow the rules and I won’t beat you up again” she said which Alya nod in understanding. She is brought into a small room with three lawyers and a contract “This contract is to confirm that you agree to follow our rules and you won’t try anything as we complete your request: Speak to Marinette” Jasmine explained as one of the lawyers present her with a pen to use to sign where Alya needed to sign.

She signed and Jasmine guided her to the room where the pack waited for her, Mitsuki spoke “You asked for this beta, for the rules you are not permitted to speak to Mari alone, you can’t ask about her pup, cannot request to see the pup and cannot request to go anywhere in this home alone” she explained making Alya nod in understanding to the rules.

“I guess I should start with how I now believe you about Lila being a liar” she said which surprised them all “I found out when I was in the hospital. A nurse told me how lucky I was to not be dead since Jasmine had the right to kill me. Then Lila came in and claimed she would tell HER alpha Katsuki Bakugo about what happened to me to get it reported” she explained making Katsuki growl.

Mari then answered Alya’s questions: Lila is a beta and not an omega, Lila is the one who bullied them and threatened them, Lila is the one who stole stuff and claimed Mari had done it and many other things… at the end of it all Alya was shattered from what she thought was reality. Alya went to apologize but Jasmine told her it was time for her to go and to not try to put up a fight.

Once Alya was gone, everyone began to relax. Mari couldn’t help but wonder what will happen now but Izuku stopped her “Let’s focus on the present instead of the what if’s” he said making her smile and nod as she picked up Izumi and followed her alpha and Inko to return home… not knowing that from afar… Adrien was watching. He didn’t believe she was to be with Izuku but with him.

He was determined to prove it no matter what happens next, sadly he and the others had to return to Paris but he swore to have a plan made before he returns to Japan to get his omega back in the end. He waited once home for that perfect plan to be made by him… and then for the perfect day to return to Japan… which came in the form of a photoshoot with Kagami to make a commercial for a new cologne that was releasing the following month.

Adrien saw this as his sign to be with Marinette… while Gabriel saw this as another product his son would be the face of until he finds his omega to split the work with. The two flew to Japan and rested for a day before getting to work, Adrien while taking breaks looked for Mari but didn’t know she was an omega only hot spring relaxing with her fellow omega pack mates.

As a result, she had no idea he was in Japan at the moment, when Adrien found out he became angry and decided to take it out on Izuku who took his omega from him. Kagami tried to stop him but he simply ignored her and searched for Izuku, the blonde searched until he found Izuku at the mall laughing about something with his friends as they walked around. Having enough he shouted everything he believed Izuku was: a thief, kidnapper, rapist and many other things until police came and took him away.

Izuku was questioned and was quickly able to prove his innocence in the end from Adrien’s claims and he returned home where his mother claimed how it was best to not contact Mari about it “She’s relaxing right now… it’s best to wait a few days after she comes back to tell her this” she explained making Izuku agree to the plan. However, Mari knew since she got a call from the police since Adrien did say her name so she was now involved, due to not being in the area she promised to come to the station once back.

Since she had enough about Adrien… she decided to file for a restraining order to stop this madness for good now, but when she returned home, she decided to spend her first day back relaxing with her mate and pup first… the station could wait until tomorrow. The next day, she enters the station and gives her side of the story to make it clear that Adrien was a liar and crazy and she needed him far away from her.

Thanks to her story she was able to get a restraining order and Adrien was forced to leave once the shoot was finished… not giving him a chance to speak to Mari at all in the end. Once Adrien was heading back to Paris, everyone was able to relax and enjoy life once again, everyone was happy to be able to breathe with the ex-classmates bothering them.

The ex-classmates on the other hand were split, some decided to move on and accept what happened while others were pissed with what Mari did to Adrien… but there was nothing they could do about it. Fast forward and years have passed. Marinette married Izuku and were now expecting there sixth and final pup. Mari was out shopping with Izumi when someone called out her name “Marinette! There you are!” they turned and Mari felt cold when she saw Lila fucking Rossi running towards them as if they were friends for years now.

Lila had stalked Mari on social media for a few years in the hopes of entering her life and ruining it with her lies once more. Once she was close, she began asking Mari questions while reaching out to touch her swollen stomach “DON’T TOUCH MY MOM YOU PSYCHO!” Izumi shouted while pushing Lila away… causing her to fall on the ground.

Since she didn’t want to give up, Lila pulled out the crocodile tears and lied “How could my god daughter do this Mari! You said she was well behaved and now she attacked me? Your friend? After everything I have done to help you get to where you are?” she cried with fake stories of a life that never happened. As a result, many spoke up and attacked Lila for lying with Izumi which caused Lila to stop in shock as police officers who were near came to take her away.

Once Lila was gone, the two girls went back to shopping before heading to the hospital where Ochako was resting with her newborn pup. She brought pastries and they talked before mother and daughter returned home to where the rest of there family waited for them to watch some Netflix shows.

When it got late, the pups went to bed and Mari with Izuku got ready for bed together. Once tucked in, Izuku pulled his wife closer to him with a soft smile “I love you Marinette” he whispered making Mari smile “I love you too Izuku” she whispered back before they drifted to sleep together.

Mari was happy to have gone to the event… if she hadn’t, she would have not met Izuku…

#miraculous ladybug #lila salt #adrien salt #crossover #bnha #salt fic #mha #midoriya izuku #marinette x izuku #oc x katsuki #abo fic #omegaverse #alpha!katsuki #Alpha!izuku #omega!oc #Omega!marinette #Alpha!chloe #Omega!shoto

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 2 years ago

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An Spicy Short NSFW Drabble where Todoroki fucks Tsubasa roughly but still gentle, after he got pissed by his father for not approving his mate because he's a weak chubby Omega and quirkless. So he praises him and tells him he's beautiful. Meanwhile, Bakugou is watching them, liking seeing Shoto like this. (Please? 🙈

(I'm a sucker when these two are so sweet to the red head guy

((Hello dear, hope your doing alright today. I hope your doing alright. I think I have something for you so one moment.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

'You call this omega a mate? He's not worth bearing any of your pups Shoto. What good will a weak cubby omega be?!' shoto was silent looking angry at his father while his mother was trying to calm them down.

"But he's my mate and I told you before I love him quirk or quirkless...."

"He's quirkless? What do you see in a quirkless civilian when he can't do any good for us!?" his father kept his arms crossed but he saw shoto looking at him.

"Besides, I already-"

"I told you I would find my own mate. I don't need your help." He snarled but turns to leave but Bakugo follows him out.

"SHOTOOOOOOO! COME BACK!!" he shouted but heard the front door slam shut but his father with his mother looked quiet. She looks to him.

"I think his mate is sweet..why did you-"

"He needs a mate that will keep the family bloodline going strong. What does he see in him?" Endeavor said but Rei sighed.

"He sees love. He's in love and he's really kind. I know because I spoke to him...maybe you should too one day to know more about him.." She shook her head but goes to check on him leaving her husband behind.

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However, the three left the home but we now go to a room, hearing a thumping noise in a room. Todoroki was panting thrusting deeply inside of his mate who was gripping the pillow from each one. His aqua eyes glowing as he was ripping the sheets feeling another wave of climaxing hit him. He whimpers shaking when Shoto panted groaning while cumming inside again.

"Hahhh...hhhaaaa........Grrrr..." He tighten his hold again but sits back to slam Tsubasa's hips down making him throw his head back.

"GAH!!!" his body was shaking, burning, and feeling hot as he moans out looking in a trance. He heard Shoto's growls of pleasure but he was holding him tighter leaving kisses to his neck but he was gentle.

"Ahhhhh ahhhhh s..so good..t..too good. Your so d..deep inside of me!!" he cries out drooling with tears running down his cheeks. His body ached wishing to feel more and more to snap his hips down as well.

"I love you...your beautiful..your always be mine. I love you..I love you....I love you.." He panted hearing Tsubasa moaning out shaking in his lap even if he feels his hands holding his soft hips. Bakugo was shocked seeing Shoto snapping like this but he was liking it. Seeing that even he can be possessive of their mate as he can. It proves he deserves him as he did.

"You'll always be my mate..I won't let that bastard of a father tell me other wise. You'll always be loved and treated with respect no matter what Tsu. We love you.." he said panting while he was moaning worse.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Alpha Shoto #Alpha Bakugo #Omega Tsubasa #omegaverse au #a/b/o au #anon #short drabble #resort fantasy book #peahen writer

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chaostrainee · 8 months ago

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I finished it! 💛

Next one I’m making is Mr Puzzles for a friend :3

#alpha bracelet pattern #bracelet pattern #braceletbook #alpha bracelet #alpha pattern #handmade bracelets #friendship bracelets #bracelets #handmade #final results #eraserhead #shoto aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa #mr puzzles

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boohorns1136439 · 1 month ago

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (07)

Don’t think I forgot about the chapter! I took an unplanned nap earlier, but I still made it (from where I am, it’s still five minutes before midnight, so technically, it’s still Monday)! This chapter was tough to write and edit (tough is an understatement 😭), but here we are! I think as I’m trying to write longer chapters, they’re becoming significantly more work (especially when I try to do it all at once). Hope you enjoy this one too!

Warning: cursing

06 <- 07 -> 08

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When Todoroki arrived at the hospital, he paused at the entrance, his gaze fixed on the bouquet of dahlias in his hand. The vibrant petals stood out sharply against the sterile white surroundings of the building, and for a moment, doubt crept in. Was this a mistake? Should he have stayed home? Couldn't he have just sent an apology email or made a call instead? Why was he here, standing in front of these doors? Doubts filled him, but just as quickly as they appeared, they were pushed aside. Something about this moment—about seeing you and apologizing face-to-face—pulled at him in a way he couldn’t explain. It felt necessary, like a weight he couldn’t ignore. The urge to make things right, to apologize properly, tangled with an unclear mess of emotions, stronger than his uncertainty. The thought of seeing you again was both tempting and terrifying, and he couldn’t quite understand why.

With a deep breath, he steadied himself, taking one last look at the bouquet before stepping forward. His body seemed to move almost on its own, urging him forward as if it knew better than his mind. It felt pointless to resist, and he hated not fully understanding himself. Usually, everything was clear and simple, but now, the confusion, the unknown, and the awkwardness destabilized him.

Clutching the bouquet like a shield, Todoroki walked through the unfamiliar halls. Nurses and staff gave him curious glances—heroes usually arrived with an ambulance, not alone—but he ignored their stares as he normally did when he was in public. His focus was solely inward; his heart was racing, fast, too different from its usual calm beat. As he tried to compose himself, he knew this wasn’t just nervousness; it was something else, something hard to name. Todoroki could barely distinguish it, buried under so many feelings and the he closer he got to the hero wing, the more intense the feeling became. He was painfully aware of how each steps made his pulse race, and him self-conscious of his heart pumping loudly in his chest and ears.

When he reached the front desk, he paused for a moment, swallowing, preparing himself and trying to stay composed, as the receptionist looked up at him, briefly eyeing the bouquet before offering a polite, practiced smile.

"Good morning, how may I help you?"

"Good morning," Todoroki replied, his voice quieter than usual, and he mentally shook off his awkwardness before continuing. "I was here a few days ago, and… I was wondering if it would be possible to see the doctor who was in charge of my care during my hospitalization."

The receptionist’s fingers hovered over the keyboard as he typed. After a few seconds, he turned his attention back to Todoroki. "Of course. If you have questions about your treatment or would like a follow-up consultation, Dr. Hasegawa would be happy to schedule an appointment with you."

Todoroki nodded absentmindedly, but his thoughts had already wandered. Dr. Hasegawa... So that was your name. It floated in his mind: Dr. Hasegawa, I’m sorry for my behavior, he thought, trying to figure out what he would say when he faced you. I apologize for acting so inappropriately. Please let me make it up to you... maybe I could buy you a coffee after work?, but he immediately dismissed the thought.

Todoroki barely noticed how tightly he had been gripping the bouquet, the delicate stems pressing into his fingers, but he didn’t loosen his hold. He was still lost in his thoughts, and he couldn’t understand why he felt so anxious, on top of that, now the flowers seemed like such a strange gesture. When was the last time he’d bought flowers for anyone who wasn’t his mother? He couldn’t even remember. Maybe for Bakugo? That one time? Giving you flowers seemed more and more odd with each passing second, but he knew he couldn’t just throw them away now. A small part of him was still wondering if the flowers colors would truly match your eyes, as he had imagined back in the flower shop.

This was supposed to be a quick visit, just to apology to you. He was only here to make amends—no need for coffee or flowers, no need for anything beyond that. And yet, there he was, dahlias in hands, and feeling a flutter of anticipation building in his chest, an unexplained excitement buzzing through him.

“He’s currently in a consultation but should be available to meet with you in about twenty to thirty minutes. Will that be alright?”

Todoroki blinked, startled. He? There was no he.

“My doctor was a woman,” he said slowly, his brow furrowing in confusion.

The receptionist looked equally confused by his words, and he checked his computer before replying. "No, the doctor who treated you was Dr. Haruto Hasegawa, and he’s definitely a man."

There was now way he could have been wrong, he was sure of it and in his memory of the moment, although blurry , he could still clearly remember you: your eyes, your hair, the curve of your lips, your hands—everything about you had looked so pretty in his eyes. He was certain it was a woman who clung to his mind, like a shadow he longed to fade with time.

“There must be some mistake,” he said, sure of himself. “A doctor came to check on me in the afternoon and I saw her, it wasn’t a man.”

“In the afternoon?” The receptionist frowned, his tone taking on a slightly exasperated edge. “It says here that Dr. Hasegawa treated you in the morning, and he was in surgery all afternoon.” His gaze flicked back to Todoroki, the growing impatience evident. “Doctors don’t usually handle post-treatment checkups unless it’s an exception.”

This just didn’t make sense to Todoroki and as he opened his mouth to argue further, the receptionist’s expression shifted. His eyes lit up, as though he’d just pieced together a puzzle.

“Wait a second,” he said, fingers flying across the keyboard once again. “It was probably Nurse Asuna Shimizu. The nurses handle most of the checkups after treatments, and according to your file, she was assigned to you during your stay.”

For a moment, Todoroki faltered. He had been so sure it was a woman—but whether you were a doctor or a nurse? He wasn’t certain anymore. Now, he wondered if he’d completely missed the pastel pink of your hospital scrubs. After all, he hadn’t exactly been focused on your uniform that day—his attention had been caught by... well, everything else about you. You were a vivid image against the foggy backdrop of his memory.

“I guess you’re right. I might’ve been mistaken,” he admitted reluctantly, though uncertainty lingered in his voice. “Would it still be possible to see her?”

“Of course,” the receptionist replied smoothly. “I’ll call her now, she should be in the break room, so it won’t take too long.”

As the receptionist made the phone call, “An ex-patient wants to see you again, probably about his treatment I don’t know. It’s a pro hero.” Todoroki stood there awkwardly and stiffly.

The unfamiliar ticking of anxiety crawled through his veins, unraveling his nerves with every heartbeat. His held his breath every time he heard footsteps approaching from behind, and he fought the urge to whip his head around, afraid of appearing too eager or worse, desperate.

The wait stretched on endlessly, and he stared blankly at the sterile hospital walls as he tried to keep his thoughts from spiraling. His palms felt clammy, and his throat dried out despite his repeated attempts to swallow. The stems of the dahlias, crushed and fragile beneath his restless fingers, bore the burden of his agitation and he prayed silently that his jittery state wasn’t so visible to anyone nearby. When the receptionist finally spoke again, Todoroki felt the ground shift beneath him.

“Oh, Asuna, you’re here. Here is the patient who wanted to meet with you.”

Todoroki froze. The wave of emotions that had been brewing all day—restlessness, anticipation, and fear—crashed over him all at once as his breath hitched. This is it, he thought, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Slowly, he turned around, as though he was bracing himself for the sight of you while the memory of your sweet peach scent tugged at him like a siren’s call, and demanded him to turn faster.

Todoroki’s heart sank at the sight of the nurse. The woman who approached wasn’t you; her hair, eyes, height, and face bore no resemblance to the seared image of you that he held in his mind. But the most glaring difference, the one that sealed it instantly, was her scent.

Scents were undeniable markers of identity—a fact anyone with a decent nose understood. It wasn’t usually a big deal; people were described as “the omega with the citrusy scent” or “the Alpha who smells like coffee beans,” just as casually as someone’s hair color or complexion might be noted. But your scent had been different. He wasn’t sure if it was his premature heat that made him more sensitive, but it had struck him like a physical blow, enveloping him completely and commanding his attention in a way he hadn’t been able to shake since.

The soft lavender and floral notes emanating from Nurse Shimizu weren’t unpleasant, sure, but they didn’t come close to the syrupy sweetness of peaches that had lingered around you. That scent—your scent—felt addictive, disorienting in its intensity, and it had burned itself into his mind more than he liked to admit. Whoever Asuna Shimizu was supposed to be, her scent clearly told him she was not you and definitely not an alpha too. Nothing about it poked and tease his omega like yours had.

Todoroki’s stomach twisted with a bitter ache. He felt foolish for expecting anything different. Maybe you were purposely avoiding him, and who could blame you? He had acted so shamefully during his heat, basically threw himself at you, and let his instincts overshadow his judgment. His mate's breaking your face had only made things horrifically worse. He was so focused on seeing you again that he forgot how serious the situation was and the guilt he felt soared from this realization, which only made him feel even more disappointed in himself. He had been acting so strangely over the past few days, wondering about trivial, selfish and superficial matters instead of how his actions impacted you. He know from experience how a punch from Kirishima could knocked you down and how disgusting unwanted sexual advances felt.

"Nurse Shimizu," Todoroki began, after he approached her maintained respectful distance. "I understand if your colleague doesn’t want to see me again. My mate and I behaved inexcusably, and I want to offer my sincere apologies. Please let her know she can contact my agency if she wishes to seek any form of compensation." He said, serious, measured and polite as possible, wanting to cause any further trouble for you or, what he assumed, your nurse friend.

It took Asuna a moment to piece everything together, before realization flashed through her eyes and she stepped closer to Todoroki, lowering her voice so only he could hear.

“When were you hospitalized?” she asked, her suspicions growing clearer after his response. Her fingers anxiously tugged at the edge of her sleeve as she pressed on, her tone tinged with nervousness. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you and Dr. L/n, but... is there any chance we can keep the hospital out of this? I know I shouldn’t have asked her to cover for me, but... whatever happened could be sorted out privately, right?” She let out an awkward laugh, clearly unaware of the incident between the pro hero and you, and her focus instead on ensuring her little escape from work remained unnoticed. Her eyes flickered around the room to check no one could over hear her little confession before they landed on the bouquet in Todoroki’s hands, a spark of curiosity breaking through her tension.

“Are those... flowers?” she asked, her voice a little lighter, in a terrible attempt at shifting the topic after the lack of response from Todoroki.

He blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Yes. Could you give them to her? As an apolo—"

Before he could finish, the nurse interrupted him. "She left early that day and hasn’t been back since. But I could tell her you want to see her when she is back ?” She offered.

The words hit Todoroki like a brick. You weren’t here. You hadn’t been here for three days, and it was undeniable—he was the reason for your absence. He had spent so much time thinking about you since arriving at the hospital, yet the truth slammed into him again: his thoughts had been filled with peaches, warmth, and beauty, while the reality was far darker. He couldn't escape the image of your tears, the memory of his unrelenting grip on your wrist as you tried to leave, the sickening sound of Kirishima’s fist connecting with his face, and the heavy, metallic scent of your blood staining the hospital’s sterile white floor. Now, all he could see was the wreckage he had caused you, and the painful realization that perhaps the only apology he truly needed to offer was leaving you alone.

Don’t tell me you thought it would be that easy. The reader is over there thinking her life is over, and you think she’s just going to go back to work?

Todoroki is a mess in this chapter, blushing and acting bashful like a high schooler with his first crush (this will make sense later). But, I didn’t want to downplay what happened to the reader too much. Todoroki should at least be aware of the consequences of his actions. I thought ending on a serious note would provide a nice contrast to the silly ending of the previous chapter. God I hope I didn’t write myself in a corner but I think I’ll make it work.

I think we’ve seen enough of Todoroki for now—next chapter will focus on Izuku! I know Todoroki may seem like my favorite character in this fic since, aside from the reader, he’s had the most POV chapters (probably more than the reader), but surprisingly, he’s not actually my favorite from the group. Don’t worry, though. I’m not playing favorites in thisbdix. Everyone will get their fair share of attention and dedicated chapters. We’re just starting off with a lot of Todoroki.

2,2k words, the chapter is extra long as an apology to the wait. Oh yeah, I am still waiting on the polls results but I’ll be honest, I maybe just decide for something else.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

06 <- 07 -> 08

My apologies if I forgot anyone in the taglist. This taglist is lowkey getting out of hand 😭

-> If you want to tag in the next update, check out the taglist post !

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stargirlygirl · 2 months ago

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Rut Suppressants pt.2

Alpha!Shoto x Omega!Fem!Reader

Summary: You find out that Shoto's been taking rut suppressants ever since you've been together. You take them off him and get to see a new side of your husband.

Word count: 2.1k

A/n: This is PART 2 of 'Rut Suppressants'. Part 1 is hyperlinked. I strongly recommend reading part 1 before reading part 2 as you'll be confused otherwise.

🚨Warnings: bit of angst, bit of fluff, talk of kids, in the shower

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The next week is a haze. You’re constantly out of breath, panting and mewing and moaning and squealing and screaming and all the rest of it. Your body belongs to your mate and he’s playing with it, moving it, folding it however he likes. And you couldn’t ask for anything more. You two become one in a mix of sweat and fluids gushing and dripping onto any surface (un)fortunate enough to be touched by your passion. Bed, dresser, floor, island bench, couch, shower walls, balcony doors. He’s got you covered in his fingertips, stained black and blue. Hickeys paint the expanse of your neck, chest, and thighs. Not even your arms or hips are safe from his assault. And you love it.

Of course, you had to call in sick from work for next week. The reason you rasped out quickly over the phone to your boss while Shoto was drawing you back beneath the covers, was that you’re mate was “awfully unwell” and you had to “take care of him.” And taking care of him, you sure were. If the presentation went well? Who knows, who cares. It hasn’t crossed your mind since he had taken your phone from your hand and threw it across the room, onto the floor.

It was now day eight. The late morning sunlight was filtering into your mess of a bedroom. You were clammy with sweat and other fluids. Your body was pressed against Shoto’s side, arms wrapped around his torso. His warm arm is draped lazily around your shoulders, while his cold hand is resting atop yours just below his pecs. You had woken up first, using the first few minutes to take in the sight that was your alpha. His mouth hung slightly open, soft snores coming from his rising and falling chest. His white and red locks were tangled and matted to his pale forehead. You waited patiently, watching to see if those long lashes would flutter, and if his eyes would open… but, they didn’t.

Chuckling quietly to yourself, you slowly remove yourself from his grasp, which is no easy feat, seeing as you were quite small compared to him. It took about ten minutes for you to finally drag his arm off you; it had tightened when you started to move, leading you to freeze up and wait it out, until his arm relaxed. You wobbled on your feet. This is the first time you’ve stood on your own and tried to walk in days. You limp over to the bathroom, the ache in your inner thighs, your hips, your back, arms, everywhere, making it hard to walk properly. Once in the bathroom, your hands grasp the sink-top. Looking into the mirror, you see your own reflection staring back at you. Dark under-eyes; knotty [h/c] locks, some clinging to your ears and cheeks, others to your temples; the artwork his mouth had left behind all over your chest and shoulders. This man… You sighed.

Taking it slow, you make your way into the shower and turn on the hot water, than the cold. You wait for it to reach that perfect temperature before getting under and moaning with delight. The warmth washes away the stickiness on your skin and eases your sore muscles. It soaks into every part of your body, and all you can do is just stand there, palms against the little blue square tiles, eyes closed, and enjoy the sensation.

Soon enough, you’ve shampooed your hair and now let the condition sit in it, long hair in a makeshift bun. You’re rinsing off the suds from your skin when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. One hot, the other icy.

“Shoto!” You exclaim. You were surprised that he had woken up so soon, and even a bit saddened that you wouldn’t have more time to yourself before getting railed again.

“Hey,” your mate mumbles sleepily into your shoulder.

You lean back into him and turn around, placing your hands on his muscular shoulders. He hasn’t shifted. He’s just resting his forehead against your neck. He always does this whenever you’re cuddling. He’s thinking of what to say next, so you stay quiet and give him as much time as he needs to think. Seeing his usual quietness return, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in and smile. Your fingers run themselves through his locks mindlessly, dampening them.

You’re curling your fingers in the hair at his nape when he speaks, “I’m sorry.” Your brows furrow and lips pout. You pull back from him slightly, lifting his face up so that you can see that look in his eyes. Guilt. But why?

“Why are you apologising? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say more quietly than you had intended to, the words coming out barely above a whisper. The running water almost blocks them out. “For all of this.” He removes his cold arm from your lower back, long fingers pointing to all of the hickeys and bite-marks covering your décolletage. You giggle, “Don’t be.” You run your fingers behind his ears. “I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head, dismissing what you’ve said. “No, you should mind. I can’t do this to you again, [Y/n].” He averts his gaze, turning his head to the side. You guide his focus back towards you, much preferring those angelic, heterochromatic eyes on you than on the shower wall. “Shoto, babe, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“You should be angry with me for how I’ve treated you this past week. I’ve been so rough with you. I haven’t been taking good enough care of you. I—” You pressed your finger to his lips, shutting him up. “But I’m not angry with you. Well, a little over lying to me about your ruts.” You cock your head to the side, taking in that extra guilty look he’s got now. Giggling, you continue, “But honestly, this past week has been one of my favourite weeks ever! Even more than the week we were staying at that beach villa. Do you remember that?” You grin wide, slowly removing your finger from his lips. He nods in response, “But—”

“There is no ‘but’. I liked it and I hope you did to.” He brought you back into him, his forehead going back to it’s resting place on the side of your neck. His lips brush your mating mark. He sighs, “I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Why not?” You can’t help but sound hurt. He’s your mate, your alpha, your husband… your best friend. Why wouldn’t he want you to know all of him the way he knows all of you so intimately? “’Cause,” his voice is muffled, “it’s shameful.”

“Getting batshit crazy to protect and screw your mate? I don’t think so. It happens to all alphas.” You laugh a little before continuing, “I hate to break it to you, but your not that special, pretty boy.” Looks like your massive ego has returned.

He chuckles all raspy into your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin, incomparable to the steam gathering around your bodies. “’Not that special’?” He pulls back and steps away from you, taking his cold and his heat. His eyes stare at you in disbelief, face painfully far from yours. “Nope,” you smirk. You look up into his eyes, right brow slightly raised, daring him to take it further.

But, he doesn’t fall for it. Or at least, not yet. “You’re saying that I’m ‘not that special’?” You nod in agreement. “Hmm, you’re right. I’m not that special. But that doesn’t mean I want to hurt you every time I rut.”

Fuck, he still feels guilty. You look away, already wishing that you could skip the rest of the conversation and get to the part where you’re making out again. “Babe, look, I told you, I like it when you’re rough with me, okay? I like it when your slow. I like it when your romantic. I like it whenever you touch me, so please don’t feel so guilty about it.”

He still doesn’t look convinced.

“Honestly. I mean…” You trail off, thinking of a way to get it through to him that being aggressive and horny asf is a normal alpha thing and not a self-discipline problem. “Okay okay, do you think that I’m some horny, pathetic slut when I’m in my heat?”

“Of course I don’t,” he frowns disapprovingly. “It’s the same thing!” Your hands fly up to his chest as you take a step closer. “I get super clingy, you get super protective, and we both wanna bang each other. There’s no shame in that.”

You’re on your tip-toes, leaning up towards him. He looks so hot when he’s mad, you can’t help but want to kiss him. He sighs and obliges, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, hands back on your body, exploring conquered territory. You two stay like that for a little. Shoto moving to place small kisses on your nose, cheeks, eye lids, and forehead, before coming back to your lips. Much to your disappointment, he finally pulls back, cupping your cheeks and gazing deeply into your eyes.

“You never told me where you put my suppressants.” You groan, rolling your eyes involuntarily. Not this shit again. Don’t tell me he wants to start taking that cr— “I’m not going to take them, there’s no use now. But please, tell me where you put them.” He wraps his fingers around your chin, bringing your focus back to him.

You shake your head ‘no’. He sighs in response, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You follow suit. “Please.” You’re such a sucker for when he pleads. Huffing, you give up the secret location, “They’re in the dresser, top drawer, beneath my underwear.”

No response. It’s quiet between you two for three seconds too long. Shoto questions, “But why?”

“Why’re they beneath my underwear?”

“No. Why did you take them?”

You bite the side of your lip, pondering if you should tell him why you really took them or not. You don’t have to think for long though, the flesh slipping out from your teeth. “I took them because I’ve never seen you rut before. And, um well, yea I just got a bit concerned, you know?” Your alpha removes his forehead from yours. Tilting his head to the side, he asks “Concerned about what?”

“Well, um, you know—” It falls quiet between you two for another minute or two. The water hitting the shower tiles is the only sound permeating the tension. “No, I don’t know.”

“Shoto,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” You pout. He continues looking at you adorably, confused. You sigh, “Fine. I was worried that maybe you were on rut suppressants because you didn’t wanna have kids with me.” You got real quiet at the end there, averting your gaze to look down at your feet. Did Shoto always have such big feet? They look pretty massive compared to your own right n—

“You thought that I didn’t want to have kids with you?” He slid his hands to your waist, the similar sensation calming you. You looked back up at him, seeing that he had leaned back down now, your noses almost brushing. You nodded, “Yea. You know, I-I thought that straight after we got married we would start trying but… we just, um, we just didn’t.”

You were biting your lip again. A nervous habit. A nervous habit Shoto loves. He brings his thumb to your lower lip, pulling it out from the clutches of your teeth. He watches as the flesh perfectly rounds. Sighing, he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is tender, but deep. Tongues are swirling, hands seeking more and more of each other’s bodies, little moans escaping here and there. He pulls away slowly, saliva connecting your lips before snapping with the distance.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you doubt our future together. I just didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“I know,” you nod as you caress his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, gently brushing over the edges of his scar. It’s quiet for a little as you two just take in this moment.

“Why don’t we start trying then? When our cycles sync up we can—” You squeal excitedly, grabbing onto his shoulders, “Why don’t we start trying now?!” You’re grinning from ear-to-ear.

“O-oh oka—” You cut him off, smashing your lips back together...

Let’s just say that your attempt at creating new life today seemed very promising.

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