#bnha omegaverse au

[sp4ceboo]

a/n: ok so. alpha deku. this was specifically inspired by this art here and here because. what the fuck man. this gave me severe brain rot. absolutely delicious artwork, belongs in museum.

tw: 18+, smutty, afab omega reader, a/b/o, alpha deku goes into rut, breeding kink (it's a/b/o, what were we expecting)

wc: 1.2k

Everyone knows when your alpha is close to his rut.

Since Izuku has risen on the hero rankings, ‘everyone’ has become anyone who happens to be watching the news that week. Citizens, villains, news reporters, hell, even his mother - they all know. It would be hard to not notice, not with the pheromones that practically ooze off him, and especially not with the way he acts.

Normally, the villains are the first to know. You always patrol with Izuku (he insisted it be that way, but you wouldn’t have been paired with anyone else with how obvious it is that the two of you work best together), and usually, you’ll divide and conquer any minor villains with ease. You’re ridiculously attuned to each other, able to communicate in battle just as well with your eyes as with your words, and it makes it pretty hard to mount a defense against.

All of that flies straight out of the window the moment his pre-rut hits; the hormones give him an extra edge, a strength derived from something primal, and his hindbrain takes control. Your mate is a force to be reckoned with already, but in pre-rut, he’s unstoppable.

You’re aware that he knows you’re perfectly capable of holding your own, but once his instincts take over, there’s no stopping him. He’ll break a villain’s hand if they come too close to you, flashing his canines and snarling keep away from my omega while he pumps out a ridiculous amount of pheromones. By then, they’re already running: it’s no secret that his threats aren’t empty when it comes to you.

The reporters are the next to find out, and you hope that the ones that get sent to interview you and Izuku while he’s in pre-rut get paid extra, because he’s impossible; once he’s sure the villains are successfully detained, he’ll latch onto you, curling an arm about your waist and wrapping himself around you from behind.

It’s worth acknowledging that Izuku is big, even by alpha standards. He’s fucking huge, broad shoulders and massive thighs, still bristling from the fight, and he dwarfs your frame entirely when he crowds into you the way he does. You’ve seen fan-made compilations, clips of him draped over you, nose buried in your hair as you answer reporters’ questions, captioned with things like ‘proof pro-hero Deku can’t get enough of his mate, if you hadn’t noticed already’.

You always politely smile for the cameras, but he has no patience for them. He never speaks during those interviews, instead drowning his restlessness in the familiarity of your scent, growling if anyone comes too close and only letting up once they retreat.

At that point, you already reek of him - well, more than you usually do - and when you feel that you’ve shown face enough, you excuse yourself. No one can refuse you, not when you have a more than just sizeable alpha hanging off your shoulders, glaring at anyone who might dare to object.

On the way home, you’ve made a habit of filing your request for leave from work (that is, if your manager hasn’t seen the news and already granted it). You’ve never been refused leave, but that doesn’t surprise you. The risk of having pro-hero Deku off patrol is nothing compared to having him half crazy, half feral and fully grumpy, supposedly watching over the city while in reality all he does is want after his omega.

Reliably, you’ll barely have gotten through the doorway of your home, struggling to close the door behind you, when he finally lets loose.

He’ll be all over you, hands tugging at your clothes while he laps at your scent glands, almost drooling as he breathes in your pheromones. Rut reduces your alpha to nothing but a mess. You won’t even be more than a metre into your house, and he’ll be grinding against you, fondling you, groaning in your ears and telling you sinful things: that you smell so fucking good, that he can’t wait to be deep in your sweet omega pussy.

They’re always dirty, the things he mumbles in your ears, but it always circles back to the same thing - I protected you so well, didn’t I, omega? I kept you safe, right? - and you nod every time, kissing him sweetly - yes alpha, of course you did - and tilting your head back to give him access to your throat, a display of trust, because that’s what he needs to hear. That’s what has his cock throbbing against your hip, achingly hard.

It’s what sets that part of him ablaze, just like you burn whenever he tells you that you’re such a good, pretty omega for him and that you take him so well while he fucks you through your heat. Yes, Izuku understands you can protect yourself, but he needs to know that he’s a good alpha to you, that he takes care of his mate and keeps you happy and safe and content.

The moment he hears that, he won’t stop until you're knotted and pumped full of his come.

He’ll take you against the first flat surface that presents itself (usually the wall of your foyer), slipping in easily because your body responds to him even before you’ve smelt his exquisite pheromones, your pussy all slicked up and fluttering for him. He won’t stop for days after that, ruining you on his cock over and over again, eyes rolling back in his head as he slurs about how he’s going to give you his pups, and though you know it won’t take because of your medication, sometimes you wish it would.

Right now, you lie on his warm chest, tracing the constellations of his freckles with your fingertips. Today his rut started no different from how it normally does, and he’s purring softly in his sleep beneath you, his warm palms splayed wide over your back; you smile at the occasional snore that leaves him. Your mate has been busy recently. You’re not surprised that he knocked out so quickly.

He’s fucked his knot into you already, and from where it sits snugly inside you, you can feel it slowly coming down. You don’t bother to lift yourself off him though - he’s far from done, and besides, he’ll just ease it right back into you the moment he wakes up.

You’ve heard people comment on how your Izuku is pretty high maintenance during his rut, that he should take suppressants to give you a break, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He stirs, and you watch his green lashes dip as he blinks his way back to consciousness; gently, he catches your fingers, his palm calloused against your skin, and lifts your hand to his mouth to press kisses your knuckles. Your lips curl up at the sight of him, unruly hair mussed, glowing in that way he does during his rut, and sleepy eyed, he smiles back.

Already, you can feel him stiffening inside of you, his body getting ready for another round. He cups your face in his hands, fitting his lips to yours, and you find yourself grinning into his kisses.

Yeah, you definitely wouldn't have it any other way.

[oxygen537art]

Omegaverse AU

[thehusbandoden]

Alpha!Bakugo Katsuki x Female!Omega!Reader Headcannons

A/n: aha I'm alive! Let see how long it lasts this time :P

Besides all the smutty stuff others write (which I don't and won't read), I actually like A/B/O dynamics. I would love it if there was more fluffy goodness (and angst 😋).

Let me know if you want more A/B/O and I will happily deliver <3

Genral info:

Genre: fluff/comfort(??) \\ wc: 653 \\ format: headcannons \\ posted: 03/13/24

Warnings!: A/B/O (alpha, beta, omega) dynamics, extreme jealousy, tsundere in the beginning (it's Bakugo.. what do you expect lol), umm mentions of pregnancy? Mentions of marking (not detailed), mentions of y/n's father/father figure, slightly traditional values, idk what else? Ohhh nvm, Bakugo hurting himself (briefly), brief mention of crying, umm extreme guilt? Pls let me know if I miss any! I don't want to accidentally trigger anyone!! <33

Alpha!Bakugo who said that he would never claim an omega.

Alpha!Bakugo who almost fell apart when he first smelt your sweet scent.

Alpha!Bakugo who would glare at any other alpha who dared look at you.

Alpha!Bakugo who smells like sweet caramel.

Alpha!Bakugo whose sweet caramel scent turned into a nasty scent of burning sugar when he saw another alpha ask you out.

Alpha!Bakugo who basically sprinted to the scene, growling and glaring at the other alpha, pushing himself in-between the two of you.

Alpha!Bakugo who almost threw a punch at the smug man’s face.

Alpha!Bakugo who immediately calmed down when he felt your gentle touch on his shoulder.

Alpha!Bakugo whose scent immediately went back to normal when you cooed at him, telling him it was okay.

Alpha!Bakugo who couldn’t do anything but stare at your gorgeous e/c eyes.

Alpha!Bakugo who fell harder than he thought possible.

Alpha!Bakugo who gave you his hoodies and shirts to use in your nest.

Alpha!Bakugo who “accidentally” bumps into you, spreading his scent on top of yours.

Alpha!Bakugo who left a hand crafted “hunting” knife on your desk –with a note- as a courting gift.

“Protect my girl no matter what, you hear? I would hate to kill anyone in my way to get to you and those scoundrels who I would end up torturing to death.”

Alpha!Bakguo who would do anything for his little omega.

Alpha!Bakugo who beat the group of alphas who made fun of you.

Alpha!Bakugo who gave you his everything before you even became his.

Alpha!Bakugo who purred when you officially accepted his courtship.

Alpha!Bakugo who sweat like crazy when he was meeting your parents.

Alpha!Bakugo who made an amazing impression on your father/father figure.

Alpha!Bakugo who asked permission before officially marking you as is.

Alpha!Bakugo who proudly stared at your bond mark.

Alpha!Bakugo who caressed the mark on your neck fondly, kissing your forehead as a thank you for being his.

Alpha!Bakugo who gave you his entire soul.

Alpha!Bakugo who refused to let either of you leave without drowning in the other’s scent.

Alpha!Bakugo who drowned you in his scent when he got jealous.

Alpha!Bakugo who would growl and pull you to his chest whenever he sees another alpha looking at you for too long.

Alpha!Bakugo who got in several fights over other alphas staring at you and/or commenting on your figure.

Alpha!Bakugo who could and would tear the throat out of anyone who dared touch his omega.

Alpha!Bakugo who purred loudly as he watched you nest for the first time.

Alpha!Bakugo who treated your nest with the utter most respect when you let him in your nest for the first time.

Alpha!Bakugo who purred, scenting you lightly in gratitude as he curled up with you in your newly built nest.

Alpha!Bakugo who gave you his pups, purring proudly as he watched your belly grow.

Alpha!Bakugo who would simply lay with you, caressing your swollen belly as he scents you fondly.

Alpha!Bakugo who grew even more protective when you were pregnant with his pups.

Alpha!Bakugo who went overboard when it came to protecting you.

Alpha!Bakugo who would do anything and everything for you.

Alpha!Bakugo who whimpers and begs for forgiveness when he messes up.

Alpha!Bakugo who punched his own jaw when he saw your beautiful e/c eyes fill with tears.

Alpha!Bakugo who backed away from your tender touch, saying he didn’t deserve your concern as you try to check his jaw for bruising.

Alpha!Bakugo who begged for your forgiveness, tears in his own eyes.

Alpha!Bakugo who grew even more concerned as you sobbed into his chest.

Alpha!Bakugo who comforts you whenever and however you need.

Alpha!Bakugo who fired his omega assistant for looking at him too intimately.

Alpha!Bakugo who would rather die a horrid death than ever even look at another omega the way he looks at you.

Alpha!Bakugo who would truly put his life on the line for you in a heartbeat.

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[searenbound]

Dragon king! Alpha! Bakugou who finds himself in a peculiar position.

He was looking for a mate, someone strong enough to not take his shit and bare him some strong children, and now he has a knife to his neck. An Omega’s snarling face hovering inches above his own.

“Watch where you step! If you ever ruin my garden like this again I’ll end you”

He could easily toss them off of him, but he was too intrigued to consider it at the moment.

“End me? You’d end your king over a few crushed plants?”

“I’m a healer, my loyalty is to the people not the crown, if you ruin what should have been invaluable medicine then—”

“Marry me”

It’s not a question, but an order. One that surprises the Omega enough that they quickly withdraw their weapon and ponder his sanity.

They were willing to kill him, why would he want to marry them?

“An Omega who has their priorities straight is exactly who I want raising my pups and caring for my kingdom” he answers their unspoken question and they hated to admit it, but it did intrigue them to know he wasn’t angered or intimidated by an Omega like themself.

Maybe in a few years, they’ll even blush and pout at him for telling their pup about the time they met and he was nearly killed over an accidentally crushed plant

[animeomegas]

out of your favorite naturo and bnha boys which couples do you think would be most likeyly to win a cutest couple award?

for funzies if you want, which you could win weirdest couple award

Oooh, fun! Canon for BNHA, senior school AU for Naruto, fyi. I'm also going only by the year groups (+/- 1) of the main character in each series.

MHA:

Cutest couple - Midoriya x Alpha

They're just... wholesome!

It makes everyone happy to see how happy they make each other.

They are extremely committed, but private enough that no one is sick of their PDA.

They just seem so fairy tale perfect!

Midoriya is very flustered but very happy to win.

Weirdest couple - Denki x Alpha

It's the constant weird PDA that really seals the deal on this vote.

Cannot, and I repeat, CANNOT be allowed to spar with each other, as it always turns weirdly sexually.

They're always sitting on each other, making weird noises, getting up to shenanigans.

Most likely to get accidentally pregnant whilst still in school tbh.

So yeah...

Weirdest couple...

Denki is upset by the vote lol.

NARUTO:

Cutest couple - Chouji x Alpha

They're just so normal and wholesome, it's not a surprise to anyone.

They do normal, cute PDA, like always holding hands, and it's clear that they both got so much better as people being with each other.

It's hard to argue against. They're inoffensive, and very sweet.

And who doesn't want the best for Chouji?

Chouji is shocked by the results, but he's really happy that everyone can see how cute he and his alpha are together.

Weirdest couple - Lee x Alpha

The bizarre and overly heartfelt public declarations, the constant challenges...

The weird combination between there being no real PDA and yet it always feeling like you're seeing something you're not supposed to...

This gets Lee and his Alpha the weirdest couple award for sure.

Lee is very upset by it, and Neji and Tenten hunt down the people who voted for him.

[tricodekus]

I forgot to share some of the new goodies I have on my store!!

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[katesliffur]

Уже много времени прошло с омегаверсной аушки, поэтому пора вам напомнить о том, какой я фанат данного жанра. Хочу на этот раз поделиться дочкой спиннераков☺

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

Omegaverse MHA/BNHA Poll Result: Katuski Bakugo

Implied female reader (specifically female Omega). Mentions of abuse, language, blood, rape, assault, cannibalism and mating.

With the uprising of villains, the Heroes of the world have congregated in a secure and highly secretive location with several country heads and Top Hero Ranking Holders of the World in the room; Japan, US, Persia, China, there are heroes from everywhere within this one room under the same roof. The room is large, considering square footage, but the sheer volume of bodies within those four walls quickly made it feel too small. Males of various body shapes were stuffed within this conference styled gathering space with various tables, chairs, and a podium; large, small, lithe, muscular, thin lean, mutant characteristics, nearly every type was represented within this room from the different countries of the world. Wolves, hyenas, lions, goats, boars…at least one member of every genus group was present. Nowadays those were rare since bloods had mixed or migrated so pure bloods were difficult to come by. However that didn’t dismiss that the power of Alphas was evolving with the times. Deep, guttural instinct lived deep within each male in existence. It was now a choice of just how much those traits were awakened and used. Having so many Alphas within such a small space was a ticking bomb though but the reason they had been summoned was one of great importance.

“The answer is simple: we need more heroes!” The statures Alpha from China barks loudly, his fist impacting the table in front of him; the scent of raw meat coming off of him that made those nearby wrinkle their noses slightly since it wasn’t the freshest. “We cannot keep losing our strongest to the villains without proper replacements or support!”

Another Alpha, a heavier set man wearing Presidential Medals and Honors from the US, snarls beneath his breath with growing anger than manifests within his rising volume as the air around him becomes tainted with fryer grease. “And what do you suggest we do about it, hm? Only Omegas can birth Supers and your country spread the green light to hunt them down to extinction level! Now there are no Omegas for anyone! Way to go, you morons!”

“Enough!”

Silence falls as a single figure moves to stand at the room, looking out across the Alphas who ranged in age and genus pool.

The man is ordinary looking, none were capable to distinguishing of which niche he belonged to, however there was an air about him that exhumed seriousness and a demand for cooperation. He rubs his forehead as silence slowly falls when silence slowly falls. “The reason we have issued a global meeting of this caliber is because there is still hope for a solution.”

In the very back of the room an Alpha hero from Egypt smelling of water lily incense leans over to speak in a whisper to the young blond Alpha from Japan who looked to be bored out of his mind. “How much you want to bet they want to do splicing or DNA transference, friend?” He rumbles with a roll of his eyes, not expecting an answer as he rights himself within his seat.

An unamused expression crosses the blond’s face, features settling into a resting scowl as he glares at the man leading the assembly meeting with narrowed red eyes. ‘Why was he even here?’ he couldn’t help but question internally. All Might had made it seem like a high honor of some sort, a challenge even, but ever since he got here there’s been only yada-yada while sitting around like a bunch of slugs! The tapping of his finger against his thigh conveyed his slow ascent into the upper range of his temper which was beginning to grow with each passing second. The hero known as “Dynamight” is an Alpha of a high temperament, lean yet powerful body, battle IQ on par with some of the older ones present, red eyes blazing from beyond the black mask covering his upper face, blond hair sticking upright in various directions.

Clasping his hands behind his back, the assembly head begins to walk from one side of the room to the other. “I’ve called you specific Alpha Heroes here today because of your genetics and genes would be most valuable in the future. As you may have noticed, all of you are also unpaired or undated up to this point, which was a requirement for what we wish to accomplish.”

The Explosive Hero scoffs beneath his breath. No wonder none of his other acquaintances were here; Midoriya was just beginning a relationship with the Beta Ochaco Uraraka, Todoroki has been offered several marriage interview proposals, don’t even get him started on Kaminari or Sero, then Kirishima recently started seeing a little foreign exchange female hero who was training beneath one of the elder Japanese heroes. Just him had been selected for this…fan-fucking-tastic.

“As the Alpha President from America has reminded us all today, only Omegas can bring Supers into the world with quirks and abilities that could be revolutionary. He has also brought up the subject of how those same Omegas were hunted to extinction.” The assembly head takes a deep inhale before continuing, a screen popping up behind him that has shaky footage of Omega hunts that used to take place all across the globe. Screams filled the air courtesy of the speakers, cries for help and various distress calls intermixing as the Omegas within the footage beg and plead for their lives. And yet not one was spared as each fell by weapon or fang or claw. “From the United States all the way to Russia to the South Pole to Canada, not a single Omega has been seen in well over ten years. They were tortured, beaten, raped then eventually devoured or killed in hunts…we know the horrors though we don’t let the public see the true extent of the truth. They simply think that these attacks were done by outbreaks of villains alone when, in fact, they were conducted then carried out by Alphas and the other niches who joined in the hunts. Alphas of this day and age carry this burden of knowledge most.” A wave of his hand turns off the screen as he fixes the assembly with a stare. “In ten years, I myself have never thought another Omega would ever be seen...but I was wrong.”

Pupils of every person present suddenly shrink as a unified conclusion was drawn before the man finished. And an uproar instantly takes the room, spreading chaos and exclamations from animalistic to manmade noises. Some were positive, a clear want and need to make amends for the crimes of the past, others were enraged or excited as if they were looking forward to partaking in similar events.

He remains calm though, raising his hands and asking for silence. “She was rescued from a villain bunker where they had been hiding her for the last ten years. None of us can fathom what they did to the poor girl and that’s where you all come in.” His spine straightens as the Alphas before him slowly return to their seats. “Omegas respond to their packs or fated mates no matter what state of mental or physical condition they are. And that’s why we have called you all here. She has been unable to speak a word or eaten a single thing since entering my team’s care. Her health is compromised at this point and the world cannot afford to lose the possible last Omega it has. The world needs Supers if the heroes are to have any chance against the villain uprisings.”

An Alpha hero from Madagascar smelling of spiced vanilla and dressed in various leaves stands with a growl, eyes narrowed. “This is an outrage! You’re expecting us to just throw ourselves at this Omega and hope for the best that we are some miraculous cure for her trauma while saving the world at the same time?! This is nothing short of Forced Breeding!”

“Think of the Omega! She deserves more than being thrown into a hole then forced to procreate just for the sake of birthing Supers!” Another Alpha bellows, this one from Argentina who gives off the scent of citrus.

Finally done with sitting back, the blond Alpha hero from Japan raises his hand to unleash an explosion that causes the entire room to shake then fall silent, his red eyes glaring at the man. “Everyone, shut the hell up and let the damn man finish. They would’ve done that by now but look around…she’s not here. Meaning there’s something else. So sit down…shut up…and listen.”

Grateful for the intervention, the man bows his head respectfully then addresses everyone in the room. “We would never suggest such a thing as Forced Breeding.” The man hurries to assure as other Alphas begin to voice their anger. “No mating will be pressured upon anyone and no one will get hurt in the process. If this were to fail, they we would resort to artificial insemination with those who are willing to offer their samples. And the young Alpha from Japan proves a valid point: she is not here. We have to take her fragile health into consideration right now. You and the young female all have a say in this matter. However we cannot simply just introduce her to you all with her current health status. So, we have a way to gauge on how you chosen Alphas will react by using this.”

Murmurs rise when he holds up a vial of clear liquid, the lights within the room catching upon the small container.

“This here is a collection of her pheromones turned into a liquid state. Those who are compatible will react positively and can be allowed to continue to the next step towards meeting her with supervision. Those who react negatively will be excused and required to leave, sworn to secrecy so that none may know of her existence.” He sighs softly when several voice questions and raises his hands. “The most we can ask for is an acceptance or gravitational pull. Simply allow your instincts to guide you; doesn’t matter how. Honesty is what we are looking for.”

Red eyes narrow further when someone asks what would be considered a negative response. He just wanted to get this over with so he could go back home to Japan. Arms crossed, he leans back in his chair so the front legs are in the air as he huffs beneath his breath.

“Any hostile action that can be considered an attack whether of the hunting or feeding kind will not be tolerated or considered for this.” The man grows serious as he stares at each Alpha in turn while raising the vial. “Those who wish to leave, do so now. I’m about to open it.”

Call it curiosity, or boredom, the blond from Japan remains seated. Might as well stick around since he’d gotten a free trip all the way out here. A small smirk raises his lips. Plus, the entertainment he’d get from watching these others would give him an insight to the competition from other nations. So far, he’s been unamused since there had been no fighting or altercations, but this could still be interesting to say the least. He remains sitting as one third of the room empties, his red eyes remaining locked upon the vial that is being showcased.

The man glances around once more as his fingers prepare to remove the stopper. “Ready?”

Everyone present nods or makes a sound of approval.

A faint hiss sounds when the airtight seal is released…and the effect is instantaneous as the pheromones within the vial quickly fill the room. Sweet yet not…spicy yet tame…filling the minds of those who were within the room with images of shifting colors like a kaleidoscope.

The man holding the vial slowly starts to walk around the assembly room, carefully watching each Alpha he passes. First starting the farthest side of the room then gradually getting closer to where a certain blond explosionist hero sat as the chair he was seated within shifts so all four of its legs were upon the floor.

He’s never smelled something like this before. No one he knew of back home had a scent even comparable to this. The tapping finger upon his thigh slows to a stop as every thought process within his mind becomes silent. In then out his breathing remained steady, a few times his red eyes closed for a few seconds then opened once more. Oddly enough the high temperament Alpha from Japan was feeling…calm. Even when the vial went past, he remained passive and dare he say peaceful. No one would recognize him in this state he’d been rendered to as his red gaze closely watched the vial’s liquid that shifted within the light.

Already most of those gathered have been removed when the vial had come close enough for them to exhibit “negative” behavior as the air fills with subtle growls or rumbles from those who remained. There was only a dozen left by the time the man placed the stopper back on the vial, his brows raised as he carefully looks to see who is left. “Alright, Alphas who are left, tell me how you are feeling. I see a handful of you are still here and reacting favorably. Don’t be shy.”

One by one each spoke of how the pheromones had caused them to feel possessive or want to claim the owner of those pheromones; natural responses as well as honest. That’s what the man had asked for. His gaze shifts over to the last who had yet to speak, the blond hero from Japan who wore a near confused expression on his face, waiting patiently for the young Alpha to speak.

“I…I felt calm. Peaceful, even, which is saying a lot for me. I’m not exactly known for being docile or easy to soothe yet smelling that was…I just…it was as if something I’ve been missing had suddenly presented itself to me and I wanted it to come closer if it chose. I wouldn’t have forced it, mind you, I wanted it to come to me… I’ve pursued a lot of things in my life but this was the first time I felt capable of leaving the choice up to…”

The man nods approvingly at this answer, faint surprise within his gaze when the blond suddenly shakes himself then snaps his head to the side. Interesting indeed. None had given an answer quite like that. Taking note of the young Alpha’s reactions, the assembly head speaks once more while addressing who was left. “We have one last test for those of you remaining.” He holds up a small recording device. “I’m about to play you the sound she made when our teams discovered her within the villain bunker. I warn you now, the second you exhibit negative or hostile behavior as we mentioned in the pheromone test…you will be removed immediately.”

A collective nod comes from those remaining, including the blond who huffs softly while closing his eyes.

The air clicks with the sound of the device’s playback button.

Heavy footfalls and familiar military conversation begins to fill the air until silence reigns once more…then…

A sound that could only be considered a ringing call of distress pierces the air that makes the pupils of everyone within the room to become slits. This cry is heartbroken, agony filled, shrill, bird-like in song interwoven with high pitched whines and chirps that are dripping with desperation and fear.

“Don’t fight it!” The man calls over the recording as the sound replays thanks to his fingers pressing the repeat button. “If you have that drive to protect her, show it! The more you fight and hide that instinct the less we understand if you’re a possible candidate!”

It was clear that nearly every man within the room was responding to the cry of distress. A call like this could earn one of two things: a predatory response that would earn ruthless attacks that would surely end the creature’s life…or a protective response to use one’s self to protect said crier.

That’s when the blond Alpha suddenly snaps when he hears those present suddenly give hunting cries in response to the recording. His temper was nowhere near becoming involved, he was deathly calm as he rises to stand and bares his sharp teeth at those present as a call of his own erupts from between his jaws. Red eyes ablaze, the young Japanese hero marches to stand before each of those who had begun to express a want to feed, his cayenne and gunpowder saturated pheromones filling the air as he meets the gaze of every single Alpha. Growls, snarls, rumbles, his voice comes out in a combination of noises between dominating demands of their submission and comforting sounds directed towards the recording whenever his gaze shifts back to the device.

A giant Alpha, a man from Germany decorated with Nordic tattoos and long beard braided with various bones as his being is dressed in furs, steps up to the younger and smaller blond, his bared teeth several sizes bigger that drip with saliva. Large, intimidating, smelling of mountains and the salty ocean along with the tang of leather, this man was not to be trifled with. He was a hunter, a ravager, and once he caught the scent of a prey worth his fangs he would not relinquish easily.

Not to be outdone, the Japanese Hero didn’t waver nor did he even flinch at the challenge. “Back. The fuck. Off. Before I make you.” He snarls lowly, growling deep within his throat enough to make his chest rumble with the vibrations as he squares off against the other Alpha with his own teeth bared. They and his muscles may not be as big however that didn’t mean he didn’t make up for it in other ways. Explosions crackles then popped across the blond Alpha’s being, filling the air with the scents of gunpowder and spicy peppers as his pheromones begin to fill the air when the German lowered his fangs so they were inches from his. “That supposed to scare me, you old sack of shit? You may be bigger but you know what they say: the bigger they are the harder they fall. It’s time for the dusty ass bones like yourself to sit back so the newer age Alphas can show you how the world should be running.”

“You better watch that smart mouth on yours, pup, before I shut it up by stuffing my fist down your throat.” The older Alpha snarls lowly.

“If your arthritis will let you by all means, let’s see you try.” A smirk raises the blond Hero’s mouth.

“Why you insolent, little—” The German breaks off when the recording repeats, obvious that his hunting drive was triggered when more saliva drips down his chin.

However even the elder Alpha suddenly found himself taking a staggering step back when an explosion of energy forced his own to recede, his head slowly bowing to the side as the Japanese Alpha released a warning that promised pain if ignored. “I’ve told you once and I’m not going to repeat myself. Stand. Down.” The blonde rumbles deeply as he steps closer to the other Alpha.

The recording stops with a press of the man’s finger as the other Alphas are escorted out of the room once they concede and bow their head slightly to the younger Alpha from Japan in submission. “I think we have our man…” the assembly leader whispers to himself as he slowly approaches the blond. “Your name is Katuski “Dynamight” Bakugo from Japan, right?”

A nod is all that can be managed as he settles back within his chair with a huff.

“Tell me the truth: did you have any inkling or drive to feed upon flesh or drink blood when you heard her cry?”

Katuski instantly growls, his expression one of anger and offense as explosions crackle along his hands. “What the fuck—No! Of course I didn’t! I’m nothing like that flea-bitten German Alpha! That’s an archaic practice that I would rather eat my own damn leg than participate.”

“Let me be straight with you since you’re the sole Alpha left.” The man’s tone becomes grave. “I asked because the Omega, this poor girl, was used not just for her female body or heats…those villains took turns feasting upon her living flesh and blood. That’s why we had to ask to make sure you don’t share in their tastes so please don’t take offense. When she became of age, they started pairing her off with some of their strongest in hopes she would birth Supers for them to raise into the next SuperVillains. However, they didn’t take into account how their lacking care of her would affect the capability of bearing the offspring they demanded. Her wounds were so severe that her body’s natural functions were sorely upon survival during her captivity that even those with hyperactive sperm couldn’t have been capable of impregnating her. The Omega’s poor heart, body, and mind were far too focused upon living than allowing any sort of opportunity for it to support another. And yet she has miraculously remained Unmarked. Those villains were either smart or stupid to not mark her as theirs but that also means that she is far more vulnerable and fragile. Omega’s are natural homemakers, they are central points of any pack or family. If they don’t establish or find their own by the time they reach a certain age…well, the last Omega who was incapable of doing so lost herself to depression and is currently within a coma at a Persian hospital.”

“Holy— You’re serious?!” Katsuki rises to stand, red eyes wide and a growl in his voice as explosions spark across his being like fireworks. He’s never known anger to this degree. This poor, innocent girl has been through hell for the past decade as a breeding machine for the villains who only treated her worse with every failed attempt to produce an offspring when she was merely trying to survive! Bloodlust unlike he’s ever known rises in the back of his throat but he swallows it down with a growl.

“Calm down, now, she is in good hands currently.” He closely watches the Japanese Alpha as he says the next part. “She’s in a secure location not too far from here. Only I know where it is and I’m prepared to take you to her.”

“Then why the hell are we wasting time here for? Take me to her. Now!”

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He was through the residence door the second the helicopter had come to a stop.

The scenery was like that of a postcard or calendar. Towering mountain peaks capped with snow, towering trees whose canopy branches disappear into the overcast sky above, the air thin but misty from the clouds drifting past. Gorgeous, beautiful of any art form yet none would do justice to the picture before him.

And yet Katsuki paid it no mind as his nostrils flared as he searched for the scent that had been within the vial from the test.

“You won’t be capable of sniffing her out.” The assembly head commends his efforts as he enters the perfectly camouflaged building that blended in with the surrounding landscape; not even aviary types would be capable of spotting this place if they were perched right on top of it. “Relax and take some deep breaths, young Alpha. Listen instead of sniffing.”

With a growl, Katsuki huffs then closes his red eyes as he levels his breathing. Damn altitude and its interference with picking up scent trails. Though that was a smart move on this guy’s part. It would ensure that she couldn’t be discovered. Meaning that for now this could be the safest place for her—

His thoughts freeze when he suddenly hears a soft breath from deep within the residence. Was that her? It had to be. Every cell in his body was starting to vibrate as his chest rumbles softly.

Without wasting another second, keeping his eyes closed so as to focus upon his hearing, the blond Alpha carefully and swiftly makes his way through the multilevel residence while paying no mind to those he passes until he comes to a stop before a door. The sounds had gotten louder, the breaths now faster, were coming from the other side. His hand quickly pressed the panel beside the door and with a soft hiss it unlocks and allows him entry.

And that’s when he saw you…laying curled up within a mountain of pillows and blankets that must have been a hastily put together Nest, your being curled within a fetal position.

You looked so fragile laying there covered in bandages that revealed just how skeletal your frame was. Brittle hair that looked as if it could just snap if the slightest pressure was applied, arms and legs so thin that they might as well be twigs, the simple dress covering your being sorely to preserve your dignity and allow ease of dressing changes or sponge baths for healing purposes revealed the full extent of the trauma you’d suffered at the hands of the villains. It was heartbreaking, seeing you staring listlessly off into space that was the nearby dome of windows that allowed you to gaze out across the scenery outside he’d paid no mind to. Your eyes were so dull, no spark of life to be seen within them as you lay upon the fabric formed Nest that had been put together by others in hope you would find comfort.

The sound of footsteps vaguely registers within your mind as a presence approaches. You’ve never felt something like this before but it was obvious that it belonged to an Alpha, that was obvious, and yet you remained unmoved from your position. Nothing interested you anymore.

Ever so faintly, almost too faint to hear, your ears pick up the faintest of rumbles coming from the figure who slowly moved within your line of sight.

Your oval pupils, which had been unfocused, slowly adjust to bring his being forward from the sea of blurs that claimed your vision. Nothing awoke within you when he lowered himself to one knee, his expression unreadable but body language relaxed as he remains at a respectable distance. But it was as your gaze met his red, finding ruby gemstone irises that shift and dance within the light as he slowly removes the black mask from his face, that your breath hitches when the motion of his hand causes you to become wafted by a small breeze that carried his scent; summertime sunshine, festival firework gunpowder, the faint taste of spicy pepper tantalizes your sinuses as you breathe in the pheromones he gave off.

Slowly, your head rises from the Nest, eyes searching his own as you use both elbows to remain somewhat upright.

His pupils dilate slightly when he sees how much your arms are shaking from supporting your weight and with quick reflexes moves forward with a gentle grasp to catch you before they can give out, a concerned and calming rumble sounding from within his throat as he helps you to sit comfortably by leaning you against the Nest’s barrier. Katuski could feel the barrier of the Nest; natural law ordained and demanded that none could enter an Omega’s private space such as this without facing consequences but you hadn’t made this particular structure so he wouldn’t suffer any major repercussions…and yet he gradually backed off once he was sure you were stable. He wanted you to be as relaxed and comfortable as possible.

The slight tilt of your head to the left makes his breath catch not because you had moved but the fact that you had tilted it in his direction was cause of him to suddenly feel a spike of adrenaline. Or was the anticipation? He didn’t know and frankly didn’t care.

Without using a single word, the gloves upon his hands were removed then tossed off to the side with his gauntlets and mask, then he offered them to you with palms facing upwards.

The choice was yours.

Would you stay…or would you go to the Alpha?

There was no indication that he wanted to hurt you. Not a single growl, nor did he bare his fangs, and this one smelled much different than any you’ve encountered. The features of his face suggested he was slightly older than you, not by much but enough that spoke of many overcome obstacles in battle and personal growth, his ruby red eyes revealing a hungry drive to prove himself but also a deeply rooted loneliness amongst the shifting gemstone shards of fierce protective and loyal flames that spark with golden flakes within his red irises.

A wave of his energy washes over you like a summer breeze, a warm shower upon the thirsty desert longing for rain, as before you realized it…

…your being had moved from the Nest and into his arms that slowly enclose around you.

Katsuki gasps when your form lightly presses against his, a soft whine sounding from him when he feels that you’re more fragile than you look, as if you’d snap if he squeezed too tightly. His cheek rests upon the top of your head as his eyes close, one hand resting upon the nape of your neck where its fingers gently massage as the other hand brings you closer until your seated comfortably within his lap, his legs crossed neatly beneath you so your own legs were draped across one of his toned thighs.

The heart in his chest threatens to break when you nuzzle your face into his neck, feeling your breathing hitching as if you were fighting back sobs. Never in his entire life had he felt this way. As if every fiber of his being was demanding he protect that which lay within his arms. Echoes of what the assembly head had said along with the footage he’d seen replaying within his mind. Your body may be weak but your soul was that of a warrior. It was strong enough to withstand the captivity within the hands of the villain Alphas. That made you admirable, within his eyes, someone more than worthy of his respect and maybe…more.

“You were very brave to survive what you went through. The fact you’re alive today shows that you have a strong will, a fighter’s spirit.” he finally manages to whisper, nuzzling your temple gently with the tip of his nose as his hand that had been at the nape of your neck carefully combs through your tresses. “…you shouldn’t have had to go through any of that and I’m sorry you did…but I want you to listen to what I say to you right here…right now…” The bend of his finger meets the underside of your chin, raising it with gentle pressure so that you were looking up at him instead of hiding within his neck. His gaze is soft, voice tender and warm, expression one of sincerity as he ever so carefully brushes the tip of his tongue along your cheekbone. “…You’ve fought your war. I promise you never have to go through that hell again. Those villains will never lay another hand on you and if one of those bastards ever even try to come near you I will tear them to shreds and pieces so small that no forensic team will find traces of them. You’re safe now…no more pain, no more suffering…not so long as I’m alive.”

Your eyes widen. Why would an Alpha of his caliber make such a promise? Surely he was demanding something in return. They all did. No act of kindness came without a price or ultimatum, that was a painful lesson you’d learned.

That thought must have shown on your face if his soft growl was anything to go by, but it wasn’t a threatening one; more of one of the frustrated nature. “No, I don’t want anything from you. I just… If anyone on this damn earth deserves to live a life of happiness, that person should be you, little one.”

Pressure suddenly takes hold of his heart when he sees a tear slip down your cheek, your eyes so wide they might just pop out of their sockets.

“O-oh, crap, I didn’t mean to make you cry! Damnit, I can’t even comfort someone right?!” One of his hands leaves your being so it can rake through his hair as he grumbles beneath a breath before bringing you even closer so that your ear is pressed against his chest. “Sorry, I’m not the greatest with stuff like this. I’m not Izuku or Kirishima who can just—” His sentence screeches to a halt when feeling you start to tremble and words give way to gentle rumbles as he tightens his hold on you. Now he could smell it…how you were trying not to fall apart, attempting not to shatter into a million pieces. Once again his warm, wet tongue gently brushes against your skin as he begins to rock you back and forth. “It takes as much strength to remain in one piece as it does to cry when the soul needs it. It’s okay…I’ve got you…go ahead…let it out…”

A quiver rises within your lips as your hands rise to cling to the costume fabric covering his chest and back.

One of his hands moves to the back of your head where it keeps you close while the other begins to rub along your spine. “I won’t let go, I swear. Nothing can touch or hurt you so long as you’re within my hold. Forget the damn world and its bullshit, just focus on this right here…you and me…no one else…just us…”

Something within you clicked, as if a bond was trying to form as you take a shuddering breath that fills your lungs with his pheromones and his energy washes over you once more. His words wrapped around you like his body did, surrounding you within warmth and serenity, shielding you from the world’s eye. Within your throat rises a choked sound. It’s been so long since you’ve used your voice that for a moment part of you wondered if you’d forgotten how to use it.

As if sensing your hesitation and sudden fear his tongue gently begins to lap at your throat in encouragement. The touches gentle, tender, sweet even as if he were attempting to help you find your voice once more…

And its when his lips meet your skin that the first of many hoarse, broken cries erupt from your throat as crystalline tears spill down your cheeks.

Unbeknownst to either of you that the assembly head and his team were closely watching the two of you, a pair of medical personnel ready and waiting for the opportune time for them to move forward with their hidden agenda. The trials had successfully found a compatible Alpha for the sole Omega left in the world. Now it was time for them to wait.

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I do have a secondary part but that is as far as I got for this story. Another is in the works and if you guys like this one enough, I’ll post the second part of this! Take care, loves!

[cheekykitsune]

Hey guys, I'm back with a little follow-up from last-week's poll!

The prompt, if you can't quite remember, was:

"I want to fuck you right up against this glass so that everyone can see how well you take my cock."

You were all asked to guess which character would say this, and although only two votes came in, the results were split between Katsuki Bakugou and Dabi. BOTH excellent, filthy choices, obviously.

Now, being the utter goblin that I am, I won't be doing a full scenario. I have WAY too much in the works right now.

But! I will be treating you to a filthy little blurb featuring Dabi, because let's be real, that man oozes this kind of energy.

So, here it is: short, sinful, and just enough to ruin whatever you were doing before reading this.

  You felt him the second he stepped into the room—anger rolling off of him in waves; causing tension to crawl up along your spine slowly. Each of Dabi’s steps filling you with dread.

  Still, you kept your voice even, your smile professional as the new recruit leaned in too close; tried too hard. His scent was suffocating—cocky, overeager. You had no intention of participating in whatever disappointing fuck the Alpha wanted from you; you had an Alpha to keep you satisfied. Even if he preferred to keep things quiet.

  But it seemed like Dabi didn’t care about intentions today. He was more focused on the fact that another Alpha was looking at what he considered his.

  One moment, you’re mid-sentence, the next your words choke off into a gasp—Dabi’s hand wrapping tight around your throat; calloused fingers digging in just enough to make your knees buckle. The rookie flinched, immediately averting his gaze; though everyone else stared.

  Today, Dabi really didn’t seem to give a singular fuck. He merely yanked you back against his chest, lips brushing against your ear.

  “Flirting now, huh?” He growled out low, his voice thick with barely-contained rage. “You want attention that bad? Fine.”

  He kissed you before you could even manage to gasp out an explanation—his mouth slamming down onto yours, his tongue forcing its way between your lips; biting at the softness until your head was spinning from a lack of oxygen.

  You clutched at his coat to stay upright, shame burning hot in your face as your body betrayed you; a desperate need for your possessive Alpha stirring to life while slick coated your panties.

  When he pulled back, your lips were swollen and your vision swimming. You could barely blink the daze away before his hand gripped your upper arm hard enough to bruise—immediately dragging you away from the new subordinate who had likely just landed you in trouble.

  Dabi dragged you past stunned faces, but no one dared to say a word, they simply watched him drag you around until he slammed the door to Shigaraki’s empty office open. Then, as if by magic, everyone had something else to do.

  He didn’t speak as he shoved you inside the room, nor when the heavy door clicked shut behind him—locked, you were positive—and the silence in its wake was deafening. But then, he was on you again.

  Your back hit the glass with a heavy thud, rattling the panels as the cool surface stole the breath from your lungs. Dabi crowded into your space like he intended to suffocate you there; one hand braced beside your head, the other still bruising your arm as he pressed his body flush against yours.

  “You’re mine, (Name). So what the fuck are you doing out there letting some fucking runt look at you like that?” Dabi snarled out the words, his gaze furious as he stared deep into your eyes; barely hanging on to what little sanity he had left.

  His lips curled into a sneer at your silence. He took in your appearance with narrowed eyes; your dazed expression, your swollen lips, your trembling body. You were fucked, and you knew it—he hadn’t even gotten your clothes off yet and you were already falling apart from simple acts of jealousy.

  “Pretty little Omega, all dolled up for work.” He muttered out, voice thick with mockery and hunger as his hand moved to your blouse. “Bet you knew exactly what this outfit would do to me.”

  You didn’t have the opportunity to reply before the sound of fabric tearing filled the air. Buttons scattered across the floor as he yanked your blouse open without hesitation; exposing your bra and the goosebumps blooming across your skin.

  The skirt was next, hiked up roughly to your hips—panties yanked to the side without care.

  “I’m gonna fuck you right here, Omega. Right up against this glass.” He growled low in his throat as he spoke, leaning in close—his breath practically scorching against your ear. “So everyone out there can see how well you take my cock.”

  “Dabi—” Your voice came out a shaky, desperate little whisper. “You—we can’t. This is Shigaraki’s o—”

  Your words died in your throat as he spun you without warning, shoving you into the glass roughly. It was cold against your flushed cheek, your breath fogging up the panel while your hands scrambled for balance. Desperate not to make a fool of yourself.

  Dabi’s hand shoved between your thighs, two fingers thrusting deep into your dripping pussy without hesitation. You gasped out sharply, your knees buckling as your body betrayed you once again; clenching tight around his digits.

  “Don’t worry that pretty little head about shit like that.” Dabi chuckled low against your ear, pressing his chest against your back firmly; his voice dripping with amusement. “You just focus on making those cute little sounds for me.”

  He curled his fingers without warning, making an almost broken sounding whimper spill past your lips.

  “Or maybe I’ll forget to let you cum when I stuff you full with my knot. You don’t want that, do you?”

[silverynight]

The heart of the barbarian King

Chapter 1

It's been a week since Izuku was taken from his village; his mother died years ago so the only thing left for him there was his mentor, the alpha hero, All Might. But he had to leave in order to find something important; he didn't tell the omega what it was or how long that journey was going to take him.

Izuku knows All Might is a good person and he takes care of him, but sometimes he thinks that he'll do the same thing his father did (disappointed to have a weak omega as a son) and leave for good.

The omega wouldn't blame him if that was the case.

And then, a group of alphas and betas came and took the green haired omega while he was trying to gather some herbs in the woods.

Izuku tried to fight them (All Might was training him in hand to hand combat), but his training had just started so he is still not strong or skilled enough to defeat five people.

The omega knows why they want him; he's not naive, even in his village, alphas and betas tried to convince him to marry them and have pups with them. Some of them even tried to bite him once or twice; they just stopped for a while after he met All Might and the alpha made clear to everyone that Izuku was under his protection.

It's not been easy, not even in his own village, and the only reason Izuku wants to go back there it's because he wants to see All Might again; although he's not sure he'll come back.

Perhaps Toshinori got tired of him, like his own father did. Although Izuku doesn't think he's ready to face that kind of truth yet.

If that's what happened.

But this is not the moment to think about that; he needs to fix his problem as soon as possible.

The people who are keeping him as a prisoner give him food, water and clean clothes, but they also mix some sort of potion in his food in order to keep him weak and disoriented.

They also let him bathe whenever they find a river or a lake and give him some privacy because they know he can't run away.

At least they haven't touched him yet, but that's because they don't want to start a fight over the omega.

"I think we should keep him," says one, staring at Izuku's neck with hungry eyes that send horrible shivers through his spine.

"No. He's too pretty, we could trade him for a lot of things, maybe good swords and bows for all of us."

"I think we could ask for much more than that. This one is a good present for a King."

"The stupid beta is right. We should keep him. I'm willing to share."

"No."

Fortunately, that's the end of it. The town they arrive at is small but full of life. Izuku can tell by what he can see that most people in there are good and are against what those men and women do, but they don't have the strength to oppose them.

The little pups roaming around get close to him and look at him with curious eyes; Izuku has always been weak when it comes to little ones, so of course he melts almost immediately at the sight of them.

"Why do you have emerald eyes?"

"Where do you come from?"

"Why are you in a cage?"

"Do you want to be our friend and play with us?"

The omega wants to answer that last question with a yes, but one of the alphas that caught him growls at the little pups until they run away in fear.

Izuku still wants to have pups, although he'd like to meet a good alpha first.

That probably will never happen now.

Then, things get worse when the group in charge of the town starts a fight with a small number of barbarians; the problem is that they all are trained warriors.

In less than an hour, they defeat the leaders of the town and are ready to take a lot of things from them. The people are terrified; Izuku can't blame them and he certainly is worried about the pups, but he can't do anything from the inside of a cage.

The leader of the barbarians, an alpha with very short, dark hair and green, almost yellowish eyes, looks particularly cruel.

Even though he's just a prisoner there, Izuku fears for the innocent people in that place.

One of the alpha's in charge, looking bloodied and almost disfigured from all the hits he took, still tries to negotiate.

"Maybe we can give you something in exchange... so you leave us alone."

The leader of the barbarians laughs, throwing his head back.

"I can take anything I want already. It's not like you can stop me."

Another alpha in the group of barbarians gets closer to him; she's clearly worried.

"No, we can't. The barbarian King doesn't like these kind of things. Invading towns or hurting innocents for no reason. If we take something big with us, he'll know."

The leader rolls his eyes.

"That useless coward!"

"You know he's neither of those. He's the son of the Bakugos. He has won a couple of battles by himself, and dragons seem to listen to him."

Even understand the circumstances he's in, Izuku perks up at the mention of dragons. He has always wanted to see one of them up close.

The dark-haired alpha snaps at the other, who immediately recoils in fear.

"He's a coward because he could expand our territory with all that power, but he does nothing with it! Now shut the fuck up!"

"But–"

The leader hits one of his own people in the face.

"We'll only take small things; nothing he can find out about."

That's when the barbarian finally spots Izuku; his eyes roam all over his body once or twice before the omega can try to cover himself a bit, even though he knows it's useless because the clothes the people gave him are a bit revealing.

"I'll take the omega."

"We can't, Chisaki-san!" A brave beta cuts in. "The King doesn't like it when we take prisoners."

"It's alright," Chisaki grins in a mischievous way as he gets closer to Izuku's cage. "He won't be a prisoner, he'll be my mate."

The omega moves away from him almost immediately; staring at him with mistrust. No, he doesn't want him as his alpha.

"That won't work either," another barbarian says, taking a few steps away from his leader. Chisaki is quickly losing his patience and the last time he did, he hit someone.

"WHY NOT?"

"The King will probably ask the omega what happened!"

"Why would the fucking King believe a slut omega instead of me, his number one general?"

Judging by the amount of lies that come out of the alpha, Izuku doubts he's the best of the King's generals.

"Sir, we all know he doesn't like you."

"Well," Chisaki's calm demeanor is even more terrifying than his rage; he clearly has, or thinks he has, a solution for his problem. "I'll just have to make a pact with the person in charge of this stupid town."

Someone finally rises from the ground.

"I think no one here will be willing to do that, especially if you brought dark magic with you." The man says before getting punched in the face by the leader of the barbarians.

"It's either that or death. Your choice."

Izuku would be more interested in what's about to happen if it wasn't because his own destiny depended on it. For a second, he wishes the barbarians hadn't covered his mouth, but then he tells himself that it wouldn't make any difference. No one would have listened to him.

Chisaki takes out a small container; all men and women in charge of the town (the people who kidnapped Izuku) have to drink from it as well as the barbarian general.

Then, he tells them his terms; the omega has to stay with the barbarians as a peace offering, but if they try to take Izuku away from them there will be another fight, a war, until Chisaki is sure there's nothing left of them.

Izuku knows a couple of things about dark magic; the curse will force them to fight, even if they don't want to.

The pups and the innocent people will die too if Izuku tries to escape.

The omega doesn't cry because he has to stay with the barbarians, but he tears up a bit thinking that Toshinori might not find him, if he ever decides to come back.

Maybe it's for the best, because he's not sure All Might had planned to come back for him in the first place.

***

The cage is open; Izuku doesn't try to run, even when Chisaki takes him roughly by the chin and pulls him closer to smell his neck.

"You have a very pleasant scent."

The omega closes his eyes, praying to all the gods the barbarian doesn't bite him, even though his wish would only be delaying the inevitable.

"Here. Put this on." The alpha throws a couple of clothes at him; they are still very revealing. It's a top that can be fastened around the neck to cover his chest area, then a very short fabric, almost like a panty and red veils covering the back and the front of it. That along with golden sandals. "It's okay, omega. You can hide in those bushes; I don't want my men to see you. Only I'll be able to do that from now on."

"He'll probably won't run; he's got a good heart and won't want to be responsible for our deaths," Izuku hears one of the town's men talking as he changes. "But you should give him something to keep him obedient because he's a feisty one."

"That's fine," Chisaki purrs. "I like feisty omegas. It's always a pleasure to break them."

By the time he gets out of the bushes, there's a commotion there; two horses carrying another two barbarians arrive; they riders don't seem to need any time of leashes to control the horses, which is kinda impressive.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?" The tallest barbarian growls, jumping from his horse. He's the strongest of them all and has a tattoo on his left shoulder with a very pretty design and a distinct "I" in the middle.

Suddenly, Izuku is sure he's seen it somewhere... but without the letter... There's a memory attached to it, one of a little blond boy that used to play with him by the river, until his parents left with their people and Izuku was left alone, without any other friends.

It's a very distant memory, so perhaps it's not entirely real.

"King Bakugo," Chisaki says through gritted teeth. "What a surprise."

"What Bakugo here is trying to say," another barbarian, with spiky, red hair says, trying to calm everyone down. "Is that you weren't on duty this morning, general. You didn't have any missions. We were looking for you."

Bakugo... that name is familiar too, now that the omega thinks about it.

"My men and I were just patrolling the area."

It looks like the King is about to yell again when he finally turns completely around and spots Izuku.

Izuku stills remembers Katsuki's red eyes. He tries to say the name, but his mouth is covered.

"Deku?"

It seems Katsuki remembers him too.

The King rushes towards him immediately, like he has just forgotten the other people around. With trembling hands, he takes off the rope around his face.

"Kacchan!" the omega tears up, so happy to see a familiar face finally, even though it's been years since he saw his childhood friend last and the alpha looks very different now (in a good way).

"Are you hurt?"

"Oi, King Bakugo, that's my omega..."

"FUCK OFF!" The growl that comes out of the blond alpha's mouth is absolutely terrifying and shuts Chisaki up for a while, even though Izuku can see him trembling with rage. Then Katsuki turns to face the omega again and his demeanor changes drastically. "What happened, De-Izuku?"

The omega takes a deep breath and tells him everything because he still trusts him, even after all those years without seeing each other. When he's done, Katsuki looks murderous again.

"You can't," his friend, the barbarian with red hair says, like he's reading his mind. "He has the support of a lot of clans."

"I know," The King sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But I can still fix this."

"You can't free my omega," Chisaki argues, trying to look calm. "I made a deal for him. We wouldn't want anyone else to get hurt, would we?"

"Izuku, do you want him as your mate?"

"I'd rather die," he replies, making Katsuki smile at him with something close to fondness.

"You know the rules, my King. You can't take him anywhere else or..."

"No, but I can fight you for him," Katsuki smirks, showing his sharp, alpha teeth. "It's alright. No weapons as the rules dictate, first one on the ground loses."

"The leaders of the nine clans would never find you a good spouse if you do this," Chisaki argues.

"I don't want their stupid daughters or sons. I made my choice ages ago!" The King growls, showing him his tattooed shoulder.

"There's no fucking way this slut omega is-"

Katsuki growls before grabbing Chisaki by the throat, although his friend manages to pull them both apart.

"What are you doing, Kirishima?"

"There are rules... you won't get Midoriya if you don't follow them."

Izuku is completely lost, he doesn't understand what's happening and the fact that Katsuki's friend seems to know him is ever more confusing to him.

"I don't want to do this. It's ridiculous," Chisaki protests. "The omega is already mine."

"You cannot back away from this," Kirishima argues, with a hand on Katuki's arm. "Our rules are clear. If you haven't marked your omega, anyone can fight you for him."

"Fine then," Chisaki spits, looking a lot less smug now. "Let's fight for the slut!"

This time, when Katsuki charges at the other alpha, Kirishima lets him.

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I was listening to NFWMB by Hozier and thinking about bkdk omegaverse and got his with a beauty and the beast ass omegaverse au.

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Bakugou Katsuki, barbarian prince and prime alpha, must find a mate and produce and heir. The problem is that the arrogant prince has absolutely no interest in looking for an omega, much to his mother’s annoyance.

Until he sees Midoriya Izuku, an omegan boy in the village, around Katsuki’s age, sweet and beautiful. Katsuki decides that Izuku will be his mate. And this begins his quest to court his future omega…

Except Izuku doesn’t like him. He’s flattered at first sure, this is the prince after-all, but very quickly Izuku decides that Katsuki is rude and ill mannered, he’s selfish and Izuku just can’t see himself ever being his mate.

Just… Katsuki being absolutely whipped and learned to be kinder, Izuku sassing him and standing his ground. Some forced proximity maybe, sort of arranged marriage? The original idea was that Katsuki would tell his mother about who he’s decided to marry, and she’s like “wouldn’t you like another noble instead?” And Katsuki refuses anyone but Izuku, do Mitsuki has to arrange something with Izuku’s mother.

Izuku would kind of be forced to stay in the palace at that point which is a little fucked up but ummm… I don’t actually care, it’s a beauty and the beast inspired au, if it isn’t just the tiniest bit fucked up then you’re not doing it right /silly.

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Idk if I’ll ever do anything with this but it’s in my brain now, and now it’s in all of yours, you’re welcome 😌

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The Princess's Guard: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader x Kirishima Eijirou

genre: medieval au, fantasy au, a/b/o au, omegaverse au, alpha!katsuki x omega!reader x alpha!eijirou, non conventional a/b/o dynamics, porn with some plot, afab!reader, princess!reader, smut

summary: you recognise something is amiss the moment you step into your quarters. getting rid of the kidnappers is the easy bit - the challenge is teaching your two bodyguards a lesson.

tw: 18+, smut (p in v, knots, overstimulation, one spank, one slap, double penetration, anal penetration - both fingers and dick 👍, oral f receiving, everyone's a switch, some knife kink, spit kink, size kink if you squint, cum eating, kats highkey loves the pain, reader is mean, degradation & praise), violence, blood, death, sword fighting, attempts at kidnapping, lil izuku cameo!, about 33% plot and 67% smut

wc: 5.9k

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You recognise something is amiss the moment you step into your quarters. The careful balance of scents - your own, and the comforting mix of campfire smoke and musky citrus - has been interrupted, invaded by a foreign odour that, though faint, is dirty and reeks of the undercity. Your ears prick, and your eyes find the rumpled curtains of the furthest window.

A sloppy job, then.

They may not be the subtlest, nor the most precise, but whoever they are, they certainly have their timing mastered (or they simply got lucky; a fluke of sorts), since both members of your personal guard are absent as of the current, busy quietly dispatching a nobleman you’d ordered them after. It had taken time, but you and your brother had discovered him guilty of covering up various crimes including some less than savoury instances with his underpaid scullery maids.

You know what the intruders are here for. It is not for the relative finery of your rooms, though they are not nearly as gaudy as they should be for a princess, nor the jewels gifted to you by neighbouring nations that nestle with all their lustre in the darkness of the small chest on your mantel, but for you.

It would not be the first time mercenaries and bounty hunters have been bribed exorbitantly to face your two guards and steal you away into the night. After all, you are of a rare kind. You are an omega: the youngest of the twenty that survive the ancient bane that still ravages the lands your father rules over, and those beyond your borders too.

When the nation found out that the princess had presented as an omega, they had rejoiced, almost elevating you in status over the crown prince, your older brother. Izuku had not minded -  rather, he enjoyed the peace, as for once, it was you who the people wanted blessing their babies and mediating their problems, not him.

You were, and still are, a sought after omega princess in a sea of alphas and betas, and so your father had hired your personal guard. Most of the kingdom is still under the impression that you will be married off to some lucky noble or foreign prince, but little do they know that you are already claimed; anyone who sees you and your guard up close will notice the way their eyes follow you at all times, the way they wear the grooves down their backs from your nails proudly.

They too have littered you in their marks, drenched you in their scents, claiming you as theirs without question, and you would have it no other way. You have your guard, and they are all you need.

But your alphas are not here, and though it is not the first time someone has tried to break into your quarters, it is the first time you are alone when it’s happened. Still, in the years of omegas’ absence, people have forgotten their strength; they have forgotten that the blood in your veins and the instincts woven into your being are just as potent and intense as an alpha’s.

You take a deep breath. The smell of the undercity has grown stronger, enough so to tell you that whoever lies in wait for you, concealed somewhere in your quarters, has crept closer, maybe even entered the antechambers you stand in. Your hand drops down to your sword, your fingers curling around the hilt as you spin slowly in a circle, scanning the room.

There is the soft scuff of the sole of a boot against floorboards.

Unsheathing your sword, you whirl to face the man who stands just behind one of the sofas: he is a beta by the looks of it, which explains why you couldn’t pinpoint his exact location. What little scent he has is fully masked by the stink of undercity on him.

His hand blurs, and a loud clang rings out as you slash your sword in a tight arc, deflecting the dagger he hurls at you. You trap it beneath your boot as it skitters across the floor - you can see a dark substance lacing its tip. Some sort of mild sedative, most likely, which means that he must have come with others to help transport your unconscious body.

Sedatives are a smart idea, if a little hard to carry out. If your alphas had been with you, the sedatives would have taken them out of the picture soon enough, allowing for less required brawn to take them out, but it’s only you, and you’re nimble enough that this beta’s rather shaky aim is not enough to finish you off.

You drop low, moving fast, skidding around the sofas and tackling him to the floor, pinning his throwing wrist to the ground with your knee. It’s a struggle to keep yourself from skewering him at such close distance while he wriggles futilely in an attempt to throw you.

“Who sent you?” You demand, pressing your sword to his neck hard enough to draw blood.

He takes a deep breath, but instead of speaking, he whistles tremulously - a signal of some sort. Cursing, you dispatch him quickly, briefly mourning the fate of your nice fluffy rug as your attention is drawn to the grappling hook that you hadn’t previously noticed on your window sill pulling taut. You’ve gotten soft, too reliant on your alphas. Back in the day, you would have noticed something like that immediately.

The two men that climb up the rope and into your antechambers are both alphas, and greed glows bright in their eyes at the prospect of the omega princess all by herself, only dimming slightly when they spot their fallen comrade. You take a few steps back, wanting to judge their abilities before you dive in.

Two against one are the sort of odds you like, even if you’ve deskilled enough to stupidly overlook warnings so obvious it’s like they’ve been left out for you. A grin pulls at your lips, even despite the way the two alphas look at you - your own barely let you lift a finger, and though they are perfectly happy to spar with you, you like it when there’s a little more at stake.

“Even from outside, you smell so sweet, pretty omega,” the one on the left croons.

He cackles, and the other laughs with him, the two of him like deranged hyenas. Fatally, they have underestimated you, unable to see past the fact you are alone and without your infamous guard. They think you are ripe for the taking. You will prove them horribly, horribly wrong.

You decide to kill the one who spoke first.

Lunging forward, you easily slip past his guard and deliver a sharp crack of your knuckles against his jaw; aghast, he gapes at you, and you don’t waste your time as you clash your sword with his, the sound of steel on steel ringing out. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his companion is frozen in shock, mouth hanging open. It means that the fact they’ve gotten this fair is certainly down to beginners luck, and you’re a little disappointed they won’t prove more of a challenge.

You’re not being cocky - you understand how badly the kingdom needs you, as a figurehead of the omegas and a resistance against the bane if not someone for your brother to fall back on and your parents to gain support from. Still, you do not call for guards, and you do not run from this fight: something you’re sure your alphas will berate you for not doing later.

In truth, you miss the adrenaline rush. You miss duelling with people who aren’t terrified of slicing your precious omega skin open, and the bitter smelling alpha opposite you certainly doesn’t seem to be scared of such a thing as he recovers from the blow you landed.

He rushes at you, but he’s unsettled and a little frenzied, like an angry bull, and in a precise parry, you disarm him. His sword clatters to the floor. Swiftly, you bury your blade into his chest and yank it out again, letting him fall to the floor as you turn to the other, your shoulders squaring. This one’s face has gone pale, and frantically, he whistles - gods, of course there’s more of them.

Though the fear sours his previously overbearing scent, he’s more skilled than his late companion. You clash with him, feinting left before striking right, but he’s fast enough to dodge, only getting nicked in the forearm: still, he stumbles backwards, and you lash out again, sword glittering like quicksilver.

A glance over his shoulder reveals a hand on the sill as another attacker climbs up the rope, and you curse. There’s no way of knowing how many of them are waiting out of sight. You need to dispatch this one and get that hook off your window sill before the odds go from fun to mildly threatening.

Lunging forward, you take him off guard by twirling right past him instead of attacking; seizing the poker from by the fireplace in your left hand, you dart closer to him and bring it down hard on his wrist, using your sword to flick his out of his hand and backing him up against the window. You brace your feet, widening your stance in preparation to deliver the final blow.

“Gotcha.” Hot breath brushes your ear, a cold blade at your throat. The poker clatters to the floor.  “You’re a feisty one, omega. Now drop that sword.”

You swear. You weren’t fast enough, and another must have climbed through the window when you were by the fireplace, your back turned. Opposite you, you can see your former assailant’s eyes fill with relief, his fingers clutching the mantelpiece as he pants, gasping for breath.

A furrow forms in his brows, and he looks past your shoulder before walking over to the window sill and securing the grappling hook - the one holding you must be communicating with him somehow.

The dagger at your throat presses into your flesh. “Don’t make me tell you twice, fucking bitch.”

At first, you stiffen, but then you force your muscles to relax, feigning surrender as you let your sword arm droop. The attacker behind you chuckles, the blade at your throat easing, and you bring up your free hand to paw at his forearm, producing a breathy, frightened noise from deep in your chest. Anyone who knows you well enough would see right through it, but it works like a charm on the self righteous alpha you’re using it on.

Your fingers tighten in the fabric of his sleeve, yanking it away from your neck as you slam your head back, crunching it into his nose. He howls, stumbling backwards, and you keep a tight grip on him, heaving him forwards and right into his companion - the momentum sends them both right over the sill, and you don’t bother to watch them fall as you unhook the grapple and let it plummet after them.

Disgruntled, you step back from the window and stare at the bodies on your floor and their growing pools of blood. Sheathing your sword, you stride through the rest of your quarters to check if there’s any lurkers. You’ve just finished scouring your bedroom and have begun to unbuckle the plate armour you’d previously had on when you hear the door to the antechambers open, and two familiar scents wash over you. Your guards are back.

Katsuki smells like bonfire smoke and burnt sugar, while Eijirou is citrus and gentle musk; remnants of their essence linger on you and all over your quarters, woven deep into the well worn spots they often take up on the sofas of the antechamber and even deeper into your bedsheets.

Their scents spike suddenly, and you know they’ve seen the bodies. Katsuki calls your name, and suddenly the two of them barrel through your bedroom door - the space in your room seems to decrease rapidly as they enter, two huge, imposing alphas protective and ready for a fight. Eijirou deflates at the sight of you unscathed, but Katsuki bristles.

“Are you hurt, omega?” He barks.

“I’m fine,” you soothe, patting his broad chest. “Nothing I couldn't handle.”

Eijirou steps forward from where he fills the doorframe, inhaling, checking your scent for the distinct metallic tang of blood. You watch as he scans the room, skimming it for anything wrong despite knowing you’ve probably already done so.

Remorse is clear on his face, and you know that if Katsuki was less frustrated with himself, it would be on his too; though you are not hurt, though you are capable on your own, and though you are the reason there were gone, they still were not there to protect you when you needed them. You can see they are both painfully aware of it.

Slowly, Eijirou gets to his knees in supplication, and after hesitating, Katsuki does too.

“My lady,” Eijirou says softly, eyes downcast. “We have failed you.”

Katsuki remains silent, a muscle in his jaw feathering. He cannot meet your eyes. Taking a step forward to stand directly in front of them, you cannot help but relish the way the power rushes to your head. There they kneel, at your feet, heads bowed. It’s at odds with the pure strength that sings in their veins and permeates their very beings, strength that is so clearly evident in the ripple of muscle that lines their every movement and the patterns of scars on their skin.

“Two of you, and still you can’t do your job properly,” you sigh, bending down so you can look them in their eyes. “Pathetic, good for nothing alphas.”

Intertwining with Eijirou’s sweet musk, the warm scent of caramel floods the room as Katsuki immediately catches on to the cruel, saccharine tone of your voice. You laugh softly, prowling over to him, amused by the way he unashamedly breathes in your scent.

Picking up the silver dagger on your desk, you wrap your fingers around its ornate hilt and roughly fist a hand in Katsuki’s blonde hair, yanking his head back. He glares at you, his crimson eyes defiant, the muscles in his neck straining, and you flip the dagger in your hands before pressing the tip to his throat. A low growl sounds low in his chest as you trace the line of his jaw, clenched to perfection.

The burnt sugar flavour to the air only grows.

With a flick of your wrist, you nick his skin with the blade - another flick, and his shirt is in shreds; he snaps at your fingers with his teeth like he can’t help it. Quickly, you seize his face in your hand, holding him steady. He snarls again, deep and churlish, and you glance down, smirking at the sight of his cock tenting his trousers.

“Fucking bratty, aren’t you, Kats?”

“Omega,” he replies, a raging  inferno behind his eyes.

You ignore the way his chest heaves and the way he looks at you, instead turning your attention to Eijirou. He ducks his head, and though you like the way he grovels, you’re aware that it’s only because he knows you’re feeling mean today. You tip his chin up so you can look at him head on.

“And you, Eiji,” you coo, simpering. “You act all sorry, as if your dumb puppy eyes will make me go easy on you.”

Like he’s aching to touch you, his hands twitch, but he knows not to without permission, instead balling them into fists; you swipe a thumb over his lower lip before hooking a finger into his hot mouth, coaxing it open, careful of his sharp teeth. There’s something pitiful and pleading in his gaze, like he’d kneel at your feet to worship forever if he could.

His eyes glaze over when you spit in his mouth.

He whines, low in the back of his throat as he swallows like a good little alpha, and you tell him so with a fleeting kiss. Chuckling when he leans desperately into you, you pull away from him, perching on your mattress and beginning to undress: they remain kneeling on the floor, you the empress and they the reverent subjects of the kingdom inside your bedroom.

Carefully, Eijirou attempts to train his gaze on the mattress, loath to be on the receiving end of your ire, but Katsuki goads it, staring openly at your body with blood red eyes burning with hunger and wanting. When you remove your underwear, parting your legs for them to see, he surges up to his feet, his restraint at the end of its tether, but you halt him with a hand on his wide chest.

Firmly, you push him backwards, and his knees hit the floor with a dull thud. He scowls, and you drag your nails softly down his cheek. You know he likes the pain. In fact, he relishes it; both he and Eijirou wear the marks you make like badges of honour, of worthiness, for the omega princess deems them deserving of her touch.

“Move from there again, and I won’t let you touch me all night, alpha.”

A deep, rebellious rumble emanates from his chest like thunder, and this time, you strike him across the face - his head snaps to the side, and though he fights it, though he bites down hard on his lower lip in effort to stifle it, a muffled, helpless groan leaves him. Triumphantly, you smirk as he pants, great shoulders heaving, hands clenching to form fists.

You look to Eijirou, and he gazes up at you starstruck, so eager to please, to have a taste. Beckoning him forward, laughing at his hesitance, you kiss him hard before lying back against your pillows, helping him undress and directing his head between your legs. He moans into your pussy, licking so earnestly into your heat the moment he’s boxed in by your thighs it’s as if he might die if he doesn’t, so fervent that you're half inclined to believe it.

Burying your hands in his red hair, you tug lightly - just the way he likes it. You’re rewarded with a delicious, depraved sound that vibrates right against your clit, and you buck your hips against his face, eyes rolling at the friction.

“Please,” he whines when your thighs close around his head.

“He’s fuckin’ useless,” Katsuki spits. “I could do a better job, omega.”

You arch a brow. “Keep on like that, and you won’t get a chance.”

That shuts him up, the floorboards creaking as he shifts uncomfortably from his spot on the floor. He knows your threats are not empty, still, you can see his cock is hard, achingly so, because he likes, craves, the torture and the constraints just as much as he hates them. In the same way, Eijirou likes the way you give him space to let go, fucking him until he’s dumb as if he’s nothing but a toy, a knot.

You can feel the mattress rocking beneath you. Desperately, Eijirou humps the soft blankets beneath him, gasping into your cunt, his fingers clenching in the fabric as you grind against his face. Throwing your head back, you cry out his name; your orgasm builds molten in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck,” you hiss, tugging hard on his locks to yank him right against your cunt, and then you’re coming on his tongue.

Sparks of overstimulation begin running down your spine as he continues to lap at your pussy; you pull insistently at his hair, and he lifts his head from where he’s lost in you, breathing hard as he gazes at you with lidded eyes. He’s amusingly fucked out from the taste of you, dazed and drunk and a little teary, still weakly rutting into the mattress.

“C’mere, alpha,” you laugh.

Eijirou scrambles to slot himself into the space made by your outstretched arms, and you kiss him sweetly. He’s fucking huge, broad shouldered enough that he covers your body completely with his, engulfing you in honeyed citrus and musk and still adorably struck dumb. The essence of you is laced on his tongue, and it makes you giddy.

He nuzzles against your scent glands, hiding his face in your neck, and you let him recover there, instead beckoning Katsuki over - he curls his lip at the easy way you call him but comes as you bid him anyways, too impatient for your touch to do otherwise. Eyes blazing, he glares down at you, his weight creating a dip in the mattress.

Lifting your hand, you pull him down to you. All it really takes is a kiss, and he’s tearing his trousers off like they burn him. You bite down on his lower lip, and he groans into your mouth, pumping his dick in his hand, once, twice, trailing his tongue down the column of your throat, holding your waist in a grip that’s bruising.

“Don’t make me wait any fucking longer, omega.” His lips are hot in your skin.

You smirk. “Oh, I think I will.”

Eijirou begins rolling his hips against you, wanting to steal your attention back. He’s painfully hard, his cock flushed red and pulsing against your thigh. Curling your fingers around him, you kiss him ardently, like you’re trying to taste the syrupy whimpers that fall from his lips. A short cry leaves him when you swipe your thumb over his cockhead; he bucks up into your touch, sensitive from how long he’d been grinding against the mattress.

You begin jerking him at a pace he can’t keep up with, savouring the sweet gasps and moans that you coax from him like treasures. Katsuki nips rather pointedly at the curve of your shoulder and you casually shrug him off, enjoying how you hold him in the palm of your hand maybe a little too much. It’s altogether too easy to ignore him with sweet, sweet Eijirou writhing in the sheets beside you, moaning your name like it’s worship.

“That’s it, alpha,” you coo. “Just like this, yeah?”

Frantically he nods, and the scent of citrus heightens, like an orchard of orange blossom has sprung into existence in your quarters, filling your nose with its fragrant perfume. It doesn’t take him long to unravel and shatter under your hands.

His thighs tremble as he comes, over his chest and yours, and still you do not let up, squeezing his knot tight - he sobs, begging you incoherently, and you groan, half because of the mess you’ve made him into, half because you can feel Katsuki’s cockhead rubbing against your pussy as he litters your skin with hickeys from behind.

Eventually, you ease up, and Eijirou goes limp, gasping and shaking like a newborn calf, hips twitching from the aftershocks; you laugh when he buries his face against your neck, his breath hot against your collarbone as he laps at your scent glands, still eager to please after you’ve worn him out. Carding a hand through his hair, you studiously ignore your other alpha as he nibbles at your earlobe, instead pressing gentle kisses to Eijirou’s face.

After some contemplation, you scoop up some of his release from your skin and twist around to face Katsuki. Holding his eyes, you bring your fingers to his lips, smirking at the soft whimper from your left as the blonde takes you into his mouth up to the third knuckle. Unsurprisingly, he’s impatient when you kiss him, as eager to taste you as you are to taste Eijirou on his tongue.

You’ve made him stay himself long enough.

Pressing him into the mattress, you pin him flat on the bed and straddle his hips, grinning triumphantly down at him when he has no time to curse at you for forcing him to hold back for so long - he’s too busy curling his fingers around the base of his fat cock and lining himself up. A soft groan slips from you as you sink down on him, unravelling from somewhere behind your sternum.

Being on top of an alpha like Katsuki is a thrilling thing, wholly different from Eijirou. Eijirou obeys, does everything he can to please you, and it gives you the type of power rush that leaves you giddy. But Katsuki, Katsuki fights, and even now, as you ease his cock slowly in and out of you, you can see the challenge in his eyes. In response, you rake your nails down his chest, carving red lines into the strength of him, and he could not hide the way his body responds to the twinge, the sting, if he wanted to.

Bucking up, he twitches inside you, and you bare your teeth at him, pinning his wrists and snarling when he surges against you, hips snapping up into your heat - you bend over him, grazing your canines over his jugular in warning, and though he goes still, a rumble thrums deep in his chest.

Katsuki is taut beneath you, muscles tensed as he strains against your hold, eyes gleaming with a hunger that makes your stomach twist. The view is enough to make you clench around him, and you hear a quiet whine from Eijirou, no doubt enjoying the sight of the other alpha with his hackles raised as much as you do.

“Sweet omega,” Katsuki pants, a note of desperation leaking into his tone. “Let me fuck you.”

Something coils in you and pulls tight, so hot it burns, and you yank him upwards so you can claim his mouth, sweeping your tongue against his and biting down on his lower lip: as you do, your hands release his wrists, and you feel every inch of him stiffen at the non verbal permission.

Caramel floods your nose, so potent you almost taste its sweetness on your tongue, and strong, calloused hands flip you onto your front, wrapping tightly around your thighs and tugging them until your back is arched for him. Hard, his palm cracks down on your ass, and your eyes roll back, hips jumping back towards him as the pain frissons down your body, tugging indelibly at your insides.

Your jaw goes slack as Katsuki runs his cockhead through your folds, your insides coiling as you brace yourself for the moment he thrusts in.

It doesn’t come.

Whining, you arch your back further, and then, softly, Katsuki chuckles. You grit your teeth, too easily able to imagine the smirk on his face, the way he’s gloating about how he’s got you to change your tune so fast - how he’s got you presenting for him like you’re in heat.

“Eager, aren’t we, princess?”

You snarl. “I’m warning you, alpha.”

This threat is empty, though, and he knows it as well as you do: any admonishment you make means nothing with how much your cunt is slicking up, hungry for his knot. Still, he knows not to test you any further, and in truth, he probably doesn’t want to. You made him wait, after all.

Unceremoniously, the air is knocked from your lungs when he sinks himself inside you to the hilt. The wanton sound that slips from deep in your chest is embarrassing enough that you bite down on the sheets beneath you, fingers fisting in the silky fabric, but Katsuki’s used to you, and he yanks at your hair until he can hear you clearly, the way he likes.

He stays there for a moment, drawing out the equilibrium, the sweet balance of every inch of his cock buried inside your heat, your walls clamping down on him like a vice. This alpha is petty, remembering his pride now he’s got you beneath him, and he wants to make you wait. It’s a good thing you’re more patient than he is.

You clench around him, on purpose this time, and the sound that leaves him is feral.

The pace he sets is brutal, avid, everything that is Katsuki. He is never one to do things half hearted, and fucking you is no different: he pounds into you like he means to imprint his family’s crest on your womb. You cannot think of anything but the heady pull of his cock through your walls, the slap of his skin against yours, the bruising grip he has on your hips.

Your hair is still twisted around his fist, and punishing, he tugs on it, keeping your back arched for him, keeping you there so all you can do is take what he gives, pussy fluttering around him, desperately trying to suck him in. The way your slick drips down your thighs is lewd, the sound of it lewder.

“Kats,” you gasp, and then his cock finds somewhere deep inside you, somewhere that makes your eyes roll back. “Katsuki!”

He chuckles, releasing your hair, and your head flops down onto the mattress - you’re too boneless to hold it up yourself. A gentle hand cups your jaw, and then you’re gazing blearily up at Eijirou, his kind eyes taking up your field of vision, a wide, ruby red sea to lose yourself in; with one hand, he holds yours, the other reaching up to pet your hair.

“You’re taking him so well,” he praises. “Good, yeah? Is Katsuki making you feel good?”

You try to respond, but you’ve been robbed of your words, your tongue stolen, so instead you moan, panting and trembling and twisting the sheets in your left hand; in your right, you grip Eijirou so hard you think you hear his joints crack, but you can’t be sure over the rough noises Katsuki is making - or the sounds he’s drawing out of you. Something stretches tight in your stomach, and you gasp, feeling yourself begin to tip over the edge.

Wickedly, still railing into you, he rolls his fingers over your clit, collecting your slick, and then you feel his thumb at the rim of your ass, not quite entering you yet, but there, almost there. Tears well up in your eyes, and Eijirou’s face blurs before you, your mouth falling open as Katsuki practically wrings the orgasm from your body.

Katsuki pushes his thumb all the way in. You come, voice hoarse as you scream his name.

He stills, and you realise there’s no knot stretching you out. Your breath hitches, thighs jumping as you brace yourself - he’s perfectly capable of fucking you through an orgasm and overstimulating you until you’re sobbing. He’s done it before, and you wouldn’t be at all shocked if he did it again.

To your surprise, all he does is pull out and pat your ass cheek fondly: confused, you attempt to push yourself upright, but your arms give out before you make it halfway. Laughing, Katsuki runs his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness and obviously relishing the soft whine that escapes you, and then he’s pushing his thumb into your ass again. Something goes molten inside you.

He’s not done with you yet. He’s far from done.

Your thighs are still shaking as you come down from your high. You fight the urge to squirm, either backwards on him to ask for more, or forwards and away because you’re a little raw, a little sensitive. Katsuki scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you out: it’s clear now, he’s preparing you for his cock.

“Just relax, omega,” he soothes. “Breathe.”

Playing with you a little more, he leans over you and trails kisses down your spine - you glance over your shoulder, eyes flicking down to the length of his cock, rock hard and slippery against your thigh. You catch a glimpse of his eyes, glittering and hungry, and your pussy clenches around nothing. Eijirou curses under his breath, and you turn back to face him, noticing he’s hard again.

And then strong, calloused hands are lifting you up, and Katsuki is sitting you down on his cock, settled with his back braced against the headboard of your bed. A whimper escapes your throat, your nails digging into his thighs from where they frame yours, toes curling at the glorious stretch of him.

You’re panting again by the time he’s buried all the way inside. Eijirou is watching, his fingers wrapped around his cock, eyes fixed on where Katsuki’s cock enters you. Katsuki wraps an arm across your front, cupping your breast and kneading your flesh in his palm, easily drawing the other alpha’s attention - once he has it, he hooks your knees over each of his forearms and spreads your legs wide, and finally, you understand what he’s up to.

“Think Eiji wants to join us, my lady?” He taunts.

“Yes - ah!” You yelp when he rocks his hips, muscles jolting. “Fuck, p - please.”

That’s all he needs to hear before he’s crawling forward on the mattress, eyes fixed on you, on the tremors running down your legs, on your heaving chest. You whine his name, tipping your chin up to expose your throat for him. Eagerly, he trails wet kisses along your collarbone, turning his head to mouth at your scent glands and drink you in, laving his tongue over your sweat damp skin.

Eijirou lines himself up, easing himself in. You’re trapped between two deliciously warm, muscled chests, and gods, you’re full, so full you can barely breathe, so full you’re seeing stars before your eyes, a galaxy condensed into your room. Lips claim yours, citrus blooming on your tongue, and then they’re moving, they’re moving -

“Our omega princess needs two cocks to satisfy her, hm?” Eijirou croons. “Isn’t that right?”

Katsuki grunts. “Can’t - fuck - can’t leave her wanting,”

You sob, for it is divine, the friction, the pleasure, breaking you and mending you over and over until you lose your voice calling their names. Beneath it is the sharp bite of overstimulation, ever looming, electric in your veins. You’ve been launched in orbit, leaving you anchored only by their hands on you, lost in the cataclysm.

And then, shaking, enraptured, you are falling, flying. Behind you, Katsuki buries himself in your ass, spilling his load, his knot already beginning to swell. You’re convulsing around Eijirou, sucking him in, greedy, and that’s what pushes him over: he comes with a groan, grinding his cock into you so his knot sits snugly in your walls.

Gently, Katsuki rubs his hand up and down your side, a comforting purr already kicking up in his chest - you sigh as Eijirou strokes your hair, tucking your head against his shoulder and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes are already closing, soothed by the smell of caramel mixing with citrus to form a perfect half and half, sugary but a little tangy.

“You okay, sweets?”

You melt at the deep rumble of Katsuki’s voice, nodding with your nose pressed against Eijirou’s scent gland. Someone is drawing patterns along your side with their fingers, someone else’s breath is ruffling your hair: this is heaven, sandwiched here between your two alphas.

“We’re sorry about the intruders,” Eijirou mumbles.

You summon enough energy to half heartedly punch his arm. “Eiji. I can’t ask you to be a bodyguard all the time - I don’t want you to be. Besides, you two are the best alphas I could ask for.”

 “Mm, we take care of you, don’t we, omega?” You can hear the grin in Katsuki’s voice.

“Yeah,” you smile, content. “You do.”

a/n: u can literally see the point where i lose patience w it all 💀 whoops

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[kyopv05]

If I had the motivation to write again I would write an MHA fanfic. I don't know about what, but definitely one of those fics "What if that happened differently" and probably Izuku centered.

Probably a villain!deku fic because I can't find any good ones that are completed.

[searenbound]

Thinking about childhood friends Omega reader and Alpha Bakugou who act like they can’t stand each other because they’re too close to take each other’s bullshit seriously and don’t hesitate to call each other out on it.

People ask why they’re still friends if they don’t even like each other and they get so confused because they’ve always been like this. They just understand each other better than most and can talk freely to each other, there’s never been any real animosity between them. Isn’t it obvious that there’s deep love for each other?

[neolfanfic]

Vampire lord Katsuki x virgin sacrifice Izuku 😏:

Tonight was a blood moon, meaning a human sacrifice had to be sent to the vampire lord.

For hundred of years now, every omega who were between sixteen and eighteen had to go to the castle during a blood moon. They were virgin sacrifices, forced to stay pure until they came of age so that the vampire lord could choose one of them during a secret ceremony.

Nobody knew what happened once you were chosen, since nobody who had been picked ever came back from the castle. Rumours said that the vampire lord would feed from the virgin sacrifice until the next blood moon, drinking all of their blood and using their bodies until nothing was left of the poor omega.

Unfortunately for him, Izuku was an omega and only a few weeks younger than eighteen when the blood moon came. It meant that he had to leave his mother, and to risk maybe becoming the next sacrifice to the vampire lord...

But there was no way he would be chosen, was there?

https://www.patreon.com/posts/blood-moon-81458399

[oddmawd]

BEYOND THE FRACTURE Chapter 7: "Conversations Underground"

(Villain!Alpha!All Might/OC)

Story Summary: Naohana lives a simple, ordinary life. She’s just an average beta with an average quirk. That’s all she is, and that’s all she’ll ever be. Too bad for her, the most feared villain in the world believes she is something else entirely. When a chance encounter ignites both smoldering obsession and Naohana's dormant omega instincts, All Might spirits her away to his underworld domain, intent on claiming her as his mate. Naohana feels inexorably drawn to the powerful alpha, but adjusting to her unprecedented awakening isn't easy, and she's running out of time to embrace (or reject) her new life. But what kind of “life” could it be if you ignore the call of destiny? All Might is determined she’ll never find out. [Villain! All Might, Alpha!Might, All Might x OC]

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

FANDOM: My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia

PAIRINGS: All Might x OC

RATING: Mature

WORD COUNT: 57k total, 14k for chapter 7

GENRE: Dark Romance

TAGS: Omegaverse (and related omegaverse concepts), mutual pining, dark romance, slow burn, kidnapping, inspired by the Hages and Persephone myth, inspired by Cyrano de Bergerac, dubious consent (omegaverse stuff is just built that way), fated mates, Villain AU, Villain All Might

STORY WARNINGS: Canon-typical action/violence, sexual situations, FOR MATURE READERS

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Chapter 7 is NSFW

Chapter 7 Excerpt: "Conversations Underground"

In a holding room below the surface of the earth, the villains assembled under All Might’s dreaded banner waited to deploy.

[Read more below the cut.]

Deku was there, much to Bakugo’s chagrin. Deku leaned against the wall with his eyes shut, humming tunelessly under his breath as Kaminari and the others lounged around in impatient inaction. About a dozen, all told, possessing varying levels of prestige within All Might’s organization. The hatch to the surface access point sat shut, awaiting the arrival of their leader. They were schedule to board any minute now according to the clock blinking sullen red numbers on the concrete wall. Any minute now the hatch would open and the villains would stride through, strap into the transport unit, and head to the surface. Any minute now they would be unleashed to wreak carefully prescribed havoc upon the world.

But All Might was running late, and the hatch door stayed shut.

Running late for a mission that had already been delayed once; no one was saying it out loud, but half the villains suspected the mission might not happen at all. Bakugo had heard the whispers. No one from the top of the organization had said what the holdup was, but Bakugo wasn’t stupid. He could guess it had something to do with her — that woman he’d helped kidnap on All Might’s orders. The woman now being help somewhere in this subterranean facility, out of sight and isolated from the villains within. The woman whose presence in the base no one had offered a clear explanation for, but All Might had put so much effort into obtaining her, she had to be important.

And she was even important enough to make a huge fuss over. There had been some kind of commotion from deeper in the base the day before. Bakugo could hear All Might’s bellow even from a few levels higher up, the rattle of an enraged Apex Alpha shaking the headquarter’s foundation until dust rattled from the concrete ceiling. He’d quieted down quick enough, and Recovery Girl soon slumped through the base toward her quarters in the medical bay looking even more decrepit than usual. Strong alpha reek floated through the high-tech ventilation system (built to clear out even the highest concentrations of alpha pheromones) for hours, pumps and vents working overtime to disperse the enraged fog.

It had been quiet ever since.

But as the saying went: It was quiet. Too quiet.

Bakugo half thought the mission today would get put off again, but so far, no word had been passed down, and the team assigned to the mission had mustered at the appointed hour in breath-held silence.

Or at least, most of them stayed fucking quiet.

“So like…it’s not going well, right?”

Kaminari didn’t know when to shut the fuck up. He never did. Bakugo sat on one of the benches at the edges of the holding tank with elbows on his knees, bent over in half and clad in full battle regalia, when Kaminari came sauntering over with sparks spitting from the tips of his electric yellow hair. Of fucking course it was Kaminari running his mouth with a sly look on his face. Kaminari hadn’t been made privy to any of the missions associated with the capture of the woman now held somewhere down below, but he’d been damn sure to try and snoop around to find out anything he could about her. Little electric rat; Kaminari was the base’s resident gossip, speculating at length about who she might be to anyone who’d listen. A hostage situation, was his leading theory. She was the daughter of a billionaire and All Might had captured her looking for a payout on her safe return, Kaminari told the others. She had to be.

None but a select few knew better, so Kaminari’s lies went largely believed by the underlings. Only some of the higher-ups within All Might’s organization were aware of the true details…in addition to the lower-ranking Deku and Bakugo, of course. They knew. They’d been involved in the kidnapping. They weren’t high on the ladder (yet), but All Might had trusted them to take part and keep their mouths shut.

But they knew better than to admit as much to Kaminari, of all people.

Bakugo’s blood simmered as Kaminari sighed, speaking false words with infuriatingly full confidence: “Whatever this is, whoever she is, it’s obviously not going well.”

Against the wall, Deku stopped humming. His eyes remained closed.

“Kaminari,” Bakugo growled.

“All Might’s already moved the mission around once because of her.” Kaminari, oblivious bastard, paced in a tight circle, hands throwing and eyes rolling. “Are we gonna have to wait again because some girl threw a fit?”

Deku’s left eye cracked open.

“Kaminari,” Said Bakugo. “Shut up.”

“And after I stored up all that static, too.” Kaminari sniffed loudly in complaint. “And after we missed out on the bonus we’re supposed to get — and I’m not just talking about smashing some hero heads, either, though you know I’m down for that…”

Deku’s right opened, too.

“Kaminari, shut the fuck up!”

Kaminari turned to him with a scowl. The scowl faltered when he saw the look on Bakugo’s face. Scarlet eyes had narrowed beyond the slits in his black mask, sharp teeth bared below in feral warning, forearms corded with straining muscle as Bakugo clenched his hands in tight fists. Alpha pheromones leaked from him in a hot wave, far stronger than anything Kaminari could possibly cook up. Bakugo was a few seconds away from making Kaminari shut his damn mouth, and not because the constant running thereof grated on Bakugo’s last frayed nerve. Which it did, yeah, but shutting up was in Kaminari’s personal best interest right now, and for reasons apparently flying right over the sparkplug’s head.

“Huh? Why?” Kaminari said, though he shrank a little in the face of Bakugo’s heavy scent. “I thought you’d be with me on this.”

“I wanna show those heroes how pathetic they are just as much as you do,” Bakugo snapped. “But you need to shut your damn mouth.”

“Why? All Might’s not around to hear.” Kaminari grinned, hands held aloft in All Might’s pointed absence. “And you know everyone else is just as pissed off as I am that — ”

A knife whizzed past his face, embedding in the wall just shy of Kaminari’s dumb head. Deku no longer leaned against the wall. He stood with arm outstretched from a lethal throw, head raised and shoulders back, feet squared below him in confident challenge. And he was grinning — grinning a mean, feral grin Bakugo knew from experience spelled violent trouble.

He heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. This should be good…

But Kaminari had apparently missed the memo about Deku’s foreboding smile, because he went from shocked to pissed in the span of a blink. Electricity crackled around his palm in a bright dance, ire aimed at Deku.

Idiot was too stupid to know Bakugo hadn’t been warning him about All Might at all.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Kaminari spat.

Deku’s grin widened. “You should’ve listened to Bakugo.”

“What do you mean I shoulda — ? Hey, wait a second — !”

Bakugo had to hand it to him: Deku moved fast, and Kaminari didn’t stand a chance. He watched dispassionately as Deku slowly, methodically, peeled off three of Kaminari’s fingernails and then yanked out a molar for good measure, grin never faltering even as Kaminari screamed and screamed and screamed. Hell, that grin only got wider as the other villains — all badasses in their own right — looked pointedly away from the scene playing out before them. None interfered or tried to stop him. They (like Bakugo, though he’d never admit it) knew better than to get in Deku’s way. Only once Kaminari passed out in a bloody heap did a few of them get up to drag his unconscious body out of the holding tank, ostensibly to take him to Recovery Girl in the med bay.

Bakugo sat up straighter, head lolling back against the wall as he eyed the trail of blood now streaked along the cold, grey floor. “You shouldn’t have done that, dumbass.”

Deku was still grinning, though he didn’t show quite as many teeth as before. “He disrespected All Might,” he said, a giggle rising in his chest. “How could I just stand by?”

“Yeah, he was runnin’ his mouth,” said Bakugo. “But that’s what Kaminari does.”

“He’ll think better about it next time, then.” Another giggle bubbled in his chest. “Maybe I should visit him in medical when we get back. Wish him well.”

“She may be old, but Recovery Girl will kick your ass if you try.”

“Then I’ll wish her well, too.” He aimed his beaming smile at the other villains; the ones brave enough to stare at Deku looked away, fast. “I wish anyone well who questions All Might. You all get that, don’t you?”

Slowly, but without hesitation, the villains nodded. Deku giggled, bouncing on his heels and fucking beaming at this show of submission. Thin waves of pheromones drifted off his hair, acidic but subdued.

Deku was such a fucking suck-up. All Might wasn’t even around and he was playing homicidal hall monitor. Would be better to just sit back and let people simmer, Bakugo thought. Everyone was on edge thanks to the already-rescheduled mission and now All Might’s late appearance. They’d been grumbling since the first rescheduling. Bakugo knew better than to join in, but he’d heard what the villains whispered in the halls when All Might and Deku weren’t around. People wanted the prizes they’d been promised and the blood they’d been assured they could spill. If this mission got delayed again, and if Deku pissed everyone off…

Well. Nothing huge would happen, really. No would would dare step to All Might or mouth off to his face (no one was stupid enough to try), but villains weren’t exactly known for the virtues of patience or self-control. Some might start looking for blood wherever they could get it…including whoever slept in the next cot over in the barracks. This was a powder keg waiting for a spark, and Deku was the idiot holding a goddamn match.

Deku hummed to himself as he ripped his knife out of wall and examined the blade with careful fingers. He didn’t care about the blood on the collar of his crisp white shirt or freckled cheeks. He cared way more for his knives. They and his martial arts skills in concert protected him on the battlefield. He didn’t have anything else to offer but mundane physical strength, though that waste of space had done his best to try and excel on that front. The stained fabric of his shirt and his black suit pants alike stretched taut over the physique he’d built to make up for his complete lack of a quirk…not that Bakugo was impressed. Bakugo had more muscle than Deku and a killer quirk on top of it.

Deku was a waste of an alpha, being quirkless and all. What All Might saw in that crazy motherfucker Bakugo still didn’t understand even after years of faithful employ under All Might’s command. But given Bakugo was indeed loyal to All Might, that meant he had to somehow put up with the psychotic, quirkless alpha who got a hard-on over anything with a sharp edge…even if he hated how much All Might doted on the loser.

It was because of that loyalty, and that loyalty alone, that Bakugo stood up and caught Deku’s eye, head jerking toward a corner of the holding tank. Deku followed him over, so wide-eyed and guileless he looked nearly innocent.

Only nearly, though. Bakugo knew better.

“Hmm? What is it?” Deku said when they stood apart from the other villains. “Is something wrong, Kaa-chan?”

“Fucking quit it with that name,” Bakugo spat. “Look, the others don’t know about her — ”

“Right. Naohana-chan is a secret.”

“Don’t say her fucking name!”

Deku put a finger to his lips, a shushing gesture engineered to look…cute, probably? But Deku wasn’t cute; he was fucking psychotic. His innocent expression only pissed off Bakugo even more, but somehow he reined in the urge to beat the other alpha into a bloody pulp. A quick breath in through the mouth and a long exhale out the nose helped matters. Recovery Girl had taught him some coping skills after he flew off the handle for the millionth time and nearly put Deku’s head through a damn wall.

“Look,” Bakugo said through gritted teeth. “You made an example of Kaminari, but the rest of ‘em need to blow off steam. So stop pretending you’re All Might’s little hall monitor and let the others smash the heads today.”

“That’s smart, Kaa-chan.” Deku nodded, cartoonish wags of his head up and down and up again. “Good idea.”

“I mean it, Deku.” Bakugo stepped close, his taller frame looming over Deku’s shorter one. “None of that goddamn berserker crap once the blood starts flying.”

Those all-too-innocent eyes opened wide, wide, wider still. “Berserker…?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Deku blinked, holding his gaze, confused.

But then the confusion faded. Deku’s smile dropped. He said nothing. He just looked at Bakugo with clinical, expressionless detachment that made Bakugo’s skin crawl. Bakugo hated this dead-eyed stare even more than the creepy smile, personally, but he refused to back down. No way would Bakugo ever roll over and show his belly to someone like Deku. Bakugo was an alpha with a powerful quirk; Deku was nothing compared to him!

“Keep it fucking quiet, you hear me?” he growled under his breath — and for good measure, he didn’t bother keeping his pheromones in check. Potent alpha scent demanding submit, submit, submit filled the air with the scent of glycerin and matches, gunpowder and smoke. “Let the others take lead today.”

The other villains sat up straighter the second his scent hit them. All heads turned as one. Few other alphas on the base had a scent as instantly recognizable, or as demanding, as Bakugo’s. Even the other alphas in the room shrank back from the sudden flow of power. Bakugo couldn’t keep the satisfaction off his face, nor stop the way his chest puffed at the sight of them bowing to his own inborn authority.

Not Deku, though. Muted green eyes flickered dispassionately over Bakugo. His mouth hardly moved when he muttered, “Quite the leader you’ve become, eh Kaa-chan?”

“What can I say?” It was Bakugo’s turn to grin, vicious and as hot as his incendiary quirk. “Dealing with your sociopathic ass brought out the best in me.”

He hated to give Deku any credit whatsoever, but Bakugo had had an absolutely explosive temper when he’d signed up to work with All Might. His anger was as quick to fire as his explosive quirk — useful for a villain, and that temper was why All Might had recruited him in the first place. He still had it, not-so-deep down. But when working with a freak like Deku, it paid to keep a level head. You needed your wits about you when the freak finally snapped. Bakugo had learned a long time ago that patience yielded rewards. Half the time Deku got his own ass into trouble, and Bakugo didn’t even have to lift a finger to see karma work its magic.

But Deku had the annoying fucking ability to get under Bakugo’s skin no matter how well he practiced keeping his cool. Like hooking a hangnail on a sweater, hot anger threaded through his veins when Deku’s deranged grin returned, expression somehow even more manic than before.

“How sweet,” he simpered with watery puppy-dog eyes — mocking ones that glimmered with mischievous glee. “I’m so happy I was able to help you grow so much, Kaa-chan.”

Bakugo’s teeth gnashed. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh? Don’t you want to keep learning from me?”

Pops and sparks lit Bakugo’s open palms, sweat igniting from pure rage. “What the hell could I learn from a quirkless waste of an alpha like — ?”

Deku’s eyes widened, whites showing all around as he bared his teeth. Insipid alpha scent — thready and weak and sour, not like an alpha’s was supposed to be — cut through Bakugo’s miasma like a buzzing wasp. But before Deku could say anything, and before Bakugo could even begin to think of ways to put him in his place, they both froze. A new scent had washed over the room, powerful and deadly, batting aside Bakugo’s wall of pheromones and Deku’s thinner stream like a tidal wave destroying an unprepared shore.

So powerful was All Might’s sent that it preceded his arrival by minutes. By the time the Apex Alpha strode through the door fully decked in his battle regalia and spiked helm, Bakugo and Deku had parted, each taking up position on opposite sides of the holding tank with pheromones reined tight again. The air in the room nearly darkened when All Might entered. Pheromones and scent poured off him in waves so thick you could choke, and he stalked into the room like a barely leashed animal ready to strike. Sweat beaded on Bakugo’s brow, slipping past the edge of his mask and over one clammy cheek. Every mountainous muscle taut, enormous steps striding purposefully toward the hatch, fists like hammers at his sides…All Might looked ready to tear someone’s head off with his bare hands, and Bakugo knew damn well he could do it, too.

He’d seen it happen too many times to forget the sound a spine made when it snapped.

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