#domestic midoriya

[suguruverse]

your personal space has never really truly been yours since you’ve started dating him. his muscled arm around your waist when you wake up in the morning, has become as familiar as the sunrise itself. it used to be cute, his warmth a cozy start to the day. but now, it's suffocating, like he can't bear to let you go, even in his sleep.

you shift carefully under his weight, not wanting to disturb his sleep. his breath keeping its steady rhythm against your neck, and you wonder if he dreams of you as you lean in to kiss his forehead gently. he smiles in his sleep, a small, contented expression that almost makes you want to slip right back into his arms.

the sheets rustle softly as you slip out from his grip. you slowly tiptoe across your shared bedroom, craving the simple pleasure of being able to enjoy making coffee alone. the smell of freshly ground beans fills the kitchen, and you lean against the counter, enjoying the quiet morning.

but as your coffee brews, a twinge of guilt creeps in and you can almost imagine when he'll wake up and wonder where you've gone. despite enjoying the well needed alone time, you knew the longing to be close to him will pull you back into his embrace sooner than you'd planned. almost as if in complete sync with your thoughts, you hear a mumble approaching the kitchen, and then his voice, thick with sleep, calling out softly,

"angel cmon back to bed with me, you know i don’t like sleeping without you"

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gojo, nanami, bakugou, iwaizumi hajime (27) althetic trainer, oikawa, kuroo, geto, choso, yuji, midoriya

[otamega8]

Thinking about how Kacchan would help his Izuku-sensei get ready for hero work (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[spoksstuff]

"What are you so fucking excited for dumbass?!"

"Can't help it. It's been 12 hours. I miss you, Kacchan!"

all credits to the original artist @Pencileyyyy on X dialogues are also from the artist

[octxii]

izuku's finals week

[insomnyahhh]

thinking about bnha future and how izuku is taking his child to the park and he sees katsuki ( who’s also at the park with his kid) and there’s a lot of tension in the air because both of them like to one up each other when it comes to their kids, meanwhile the kids are cool and chill with each other.

“no, my kid is obviously better”

“actually mine is”

and then there’s todoroki, who’s out of it and barely paying attention at his kid force feeding sand to the peers around them

[donkeys-waffles]

RIP All For One, you would have loved being a stay at home Dad.

[sapp0w0]

Checking the time

Gotta get up for work

[bunnyathy]

Bakudeku bickering while cooking(Bakugou doesn't want to let Deku cook)

domestic bkdk my love <33 i got carried away a little heheh

izuku wanted to cook breakfast for them and he thought pancakes would be easier enough to handle but poor izuku who was so anxious (bcs he hasn’t cooked in awhile) burnt the whole pan… so katsuki just cooks breakfast for them instead and from then on, bans izuku from cooking without his supervision pfft and izuku doesn’t mind it bcs he gets to hug kacchan from behind ^_^

[midnightjewel]

BNHA Guys Reacting to Your Kids Cartoons and Movies

Kids shows and movies say some pretty out of pocket things that you usually won’t catch or find funny unless you’re an adult

Characters Included: Izuku and Todoroki

Part 1 Part 2

Izuku

You thankfully were able to get a day off of work after yesterdays battle. You had to chase after a villain who robbed a pharmacy for god only knows what! You were able to take the group down with the help of some of your other coworkers.

To put it simply, you were exhausted after that situation from overuse of your quirk. So of course your agency saw that it was best if you took the day off. Does that mean you relaxed? Of course not! There were things to be done around the house and errands to run. It was better to do it today then waste your weekend with doing household chores.

After a long day you picked your two kids up from school and made your way home. “Okay mommy worked really hard to clean the house today so let’s try to keep it clean!” You tell your kids as you pull into the driveway of the rather large house.

Being married to the number one hero had its perks but having that big house meant it took quite a bit of an effort to clean it.

“Yes mama” they smiled in the back seat not taking their eyes up from their comic book that the eldest son had gotten just last week. You smiled and shook your head, they loved all things superhero’s and it was adorable when they got along like this.

Once the kids got settled in the TV room to watch a movie and do their homework you began to get to work on dinner. Your husband would be home soon and he probably no doubt had a long day. So you figured a nice home cooked meal would be a nice ending to his day.

As you stirred the noodles to make some spaghetti you heard the front door open and close. “Hey honey” you heard your husband come into the kitchen. He hugged you from behind and you smiled “Hello my love” you responded “How was work?” You inquired “Ughhh so tiring” he hid his face in the crook of your neck

“The kids are watching a movie in the tv room, you know they always love to see you” you remind him and he nods “Of course, I love my munchkins” he smiles as he kisses your cheek and makes his way to the next room

Izuku had planned to say hi to the kids and then go shower before dinner but somehow his daughter convinced him to stay and watch the movie with them. They were watching the princess and the frog which is a movie he couldn’t say he was familiar with. Not that he was uncultured in the movie world he just never got around to watching it until now.

As you made your way to the next room to let them know dinner was on the table you couldn’t help but smile at the sight before you. Both of your children were nuzzled up to their father as they watched the princess and the frog.

You loved this movie so it most definitely caught your attention “exactly which is why a woman of your background would’ve had her hands full trying to run a big business like that” they spoke to Tiana and you couldn’t help but scoff at that scene.

“That’s crazy how they treated her” your husband spoke “Let this be a lesson, we never ever treat anybody that way” he informs his children and they nod in understanding

Todoroki

You and Shoto had to leave the twins with a babysitter tonight as it was the annual hero’s gala. It was a very exclusive event that was by invite only for all the great heroes and their spouses. It was a great night and you were able to catch up with all of your old friends from high school.

The night was successful as Shoto had won two awards and you were incredibly proud of him for it. You were sure to remind him that he would get an extra special reward from you later tonight and the blush that crept up in his face was unmatched.

As the two of you pulled into the driveway you hoped the twins hadn’t given the babysitter a hard time with bedtime. You were crossing your fingers that they were sleeping soundly in bed. Shoto parked in the driveway and told you to stay in the car as he turned it off, got out, and walked to your door and held his hand out for you to take it.

As you stepped onto the cement driveway you slightly hissed in pain. Truthfully you hated heels but it was a formal event so you felt as if you had to just suck it up for the night. “Your feet hurt?” He asks you and you nod “Yes, I hate heels” you sigh and he nods in understanding “Then I guess I’ll have to carry you” he chuckles and proceeds to carry you bridal style up the driveway.

“Let me just say, you look absolutely stunning tonight” he smiles down at you “Have I told you that yet?” He questions himself and you giggle “Yes Sho! Once before we left and at least five times while we were there” you reassured him. “Well what’s one more time” he laughs

“That dress” he sighs as he gently puts you down to get his house keys out of his pocket “as much as I love it, it’s going to have to come off here soon” he smirks as he unlocks the door and now it’s your turn to blush. “Let’s just get inside first” you remind him

When you both enter the house it’s quiet aside from the TV that seems to still be playing. You both assumed it was just the babysitter and went to the living room to pay her and tell her she could go home for the night. But much to your surprise the kids were still on the couch. It seems as if they had fallen asleep during the movie.

“Thank you so much Kimmy” you do your best to keep your voice down so that the kids won’t wake up “Here let me pay you extra, the kids love having you here” Shoto pulls $50 out of his wallet “Oh, sir you don’t have to do that” she reassures him “I absolutely do, I don’t know what we could do without you” he explains to her and convinces her to take the extra cash.

“Let me help clean up” she offers referring to the coffee table that was littered with dishes and snack wrappers “Nonsense, it’s late, you should get home” you reassured her

After you both made sure she got in her car safely you shut your front door once more, and decided to go check on the twins.

As you two approached the living room you had your fingers crossed that they would be asleep so the two of you could retreat to your shared bedroom. You and Shoto leaned over the back of the couch to find Yumi, the “youngest” twin and Sadao, the “older” one both tangled up in various blankets and plushies on opposite ends of the couch. The movie they appeared to be watching was Shrek, a familiar favorite of yours.

As you proceeded to pick up the dishes on the coffee table Shoto took the liberty of finding the remote to turn the television off. But as you walked off to the kitchen with the dishes in hand the children awoke.

“Daddy?” Your daughter groggily asked as she looked at her father. “Hello darling” he crouched down and smiled at her “Do you need something? Water?” He asked and she shook her head ‘no’

“When did you get back?” Your son rubbed his eyes and yawned “Just a few minutes ago” Shoto responded and ruffled his snowy white hair

“Would you two like to sleep down here or in your rooms?” He questioned “Dad can you watch just 5 more minutes of the movie with us?” Your daughter asked and he briefly nodded, “Of course, but it is a bit late so just five minutes” he confirmed with them

As you had gotten all of the dishes loaded into the dishwasher, you made your way back to the living room to say goodnight to your once sleeping children. But to your surprise Shoto and the twins were sitting on the couch watching the movie.

It just so happened that the scene where donkey and the dragon are sitting in the pile of gold in the castle. Of course you knew that this movie had plenty of scenes that provided adult humor. But, it seems that your husband wasn’t too familiar with the movie.

“Oh my goodness” he actually looked shocked that this was in a supposed children’s movie. “Well I love you two it is getting late” he laughs and shakes his head. “Goodnight” they both say in unison as they drift off back to sleep on the couch with the television still on.

Before you knew it, you knew it you were swept off of your feet and carried up the staircase. “Shoto!” You giggle as you reach down to open the bedroom door. He made sure to shut it behind you before dropping you to sit on the edge of the bed. He then proceeded to bend down and take your heels off.

“You’re so beautiful” he smiles as he kisses your shin while tossing your heels to the side.

[heartofjasmina]

Trick and treat for Izuku pls 🫶

Hey senpai!! thanks for this ask <3

Trick: he has to see your face to cum, he has to see the pleasure he brings you to bring himself over the edge. If you close your eyes during sex he's gonna be telling you, "Open your eyes, pretty. Lemme see you."

Treat: He loves doing Sunday clean ups of your shared apartment. It feels like practice for the rest of his life, he just loves looking over and seeing you sing to the music you selected as you dance and clean. It makes his heart feel full of sunshine.

[winxanity-ii]

BITE ME

ship: omega!midoriya x fem!alpha!reader warnings: non-explicit (idk y'all i made it kinda angsty 😩) word count: 4.6k a/n: Y'all forgive me, I wanted to be mean to deku🫣 also, inspired by one of my fav bloggers @yanderenightmare AMAZING Alpha!Katsuki x Omega!Reader oneshot here. Plz check it out, y'all it's so well written i wanna snort it like coke 😩❤️❤️

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You've always known you were destined for greatness, coming from a long line of superhero alphas whose feats were the stuff of legend.

From the moment you could understand the world around you, your ears were filled with tales of valor and strength, stories of how your ancestors used their formidable quirks to save lives and maintain peace.

It was no surprise, then, that on your 5th birthday, amidst the excitement and anticipation, your own quirk manifested, revealing an ability to manipulate plants, control their growth at will, and harness their natural forces.

This power was not just an extension of your being; it was a testament to the lineage you hailed from, a legacy you were born to continue.

With each passing year, your pride swelled. It became not just a part of you but defined you.

By the time you presented as an alpha on your 15th birthday, you were fully entrenched in the belief system that had been passed down through generations.

The world, as you saw it, was divided among Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, with Alphas reigning supreme. To you, it was the natural order of things, a hierarchy that had always been and would always be.

High school became your kingdom, the sprawling hallways your dominion. You moved through the throngs of students like a predator, your Beta lackeys trailing behind, hanging onto your every word as if it were law.

They craved your approval, your attention, and you thrived on it—each detention, each act of rebellion, a badge of honor that solidified your place at the top.

Today was no different. You were walking down the crowded corridor, the noise of chattering students filling the air, when you spotted her: Uraraka Ochaco, the timid omega who somehow always managed to catch your eye in the most irritating way.

She was clutching her books to her chest like a lifeline, her head down as she tried to navigate the packed hallway, avoiding everyone's gaze.

A wicked smirk twisted your lips.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights, so utterly out of place among the alphas and betas that dominated the school.

It was almost too easy.

You cut through the crowd with a predatory grace, your lackeys snickering behind you as you made a beeline for her.

"Hey, Ochaco," you hissed, her name rolling off your tongue with a predatory sneer. The way her head snapped up, eyes wide and frightened, was almost laughable.

As you backed her into a corner, the crowd seeming to instinctively part around you as if sensing the brewing confrontation.

She tried to shrink away, her shoulders hunched as her back pressed against the wall, eyes darting around for an escape. "H-Hi, L/N-san," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, like she was afraid even to speak.

"Oh, come on, you don't need to be so formal with me, Ochaco," you drawled mockingly, your voice dripping with false sweetness. You leaned in closer, your hand darting out to knock the books from her grip. They hit the ground with a dull thud, scattering papers everywhere. "We're just friends, right?"

The hallway was slowly emptying out as students hurried to lunch, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. Your smirk widened as you took in her panicked expression.

It was just the two of you now, your lackeys standing a little way off, watching with cruel interest. And the sight of her, so vulnerable and afraid, only spurred you on.

"Oops, my bad~" you sung insincerely, leaning down to pick up one of her books only to toss it further down the hallway, your eyes never leaving her face. "You know, Ochaco, you're always so clumsy. It's almost like you don't belong here." The casual malice in your voice made her flinch, her hands trembling as she tried to gather her scattered belongings.

You stepped closer, invading her personal space, towering over her as you tapped her forehead lightly with your index finger. "You're an Omega, Ochaco. Do you know what that means?" you asked, your voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "It means you're nothing. Worthless. A waste of space among us Alphas."

Your lackeys laughed at your words, one of them chiming in, "And useless—don't forget how dumb they are without us! She couldn't even answer a simple question in class."

"Yeah, how embarrassing," you added with a cruel smile, your canines flashing in a display of undisputed dominance. The predatory glint in your eyes mirrored the sharpness of your words, each syllable aimed to wound. "Almost like your tiny Omega brain can't keep up with us, huh?"

She winced, her eyes welling up with unshed tears, but she bit her lip, trying to keep them from falling. You clicked your tongue in mock sympathy, reaching out to flick her cheek lightly, as if scolding a child. "There, there, there. No need to cry. It's just reality. You're here for nothing but our will and pleasure, and that's okay."

The sharp intake of her breath was satisfying, and you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "Always stumbling over your own feet, aren't you, Ochaco? It's like watching a toddler try to walk." You reached out again, this time brushing a stray tear from her cheek with the back of your hand. "Remember last time? When you actually tried to stand up for yourself? That was cute. Hilarious, but cute."

"Y-You're so mean to m-me, ____-chan," she hiccuped, her voice quivering like a delicate leaf in the wind, pressing herself further into the wall as if it could shield her from your words.

You could see the tears brimming in her wide brown eyes now, her lower lip trembling as she struggled to hold back the sobs threatening to escape.

The sight only made you feel more powerful, more in control. "Ah, will you ever get it? You're pathetic," you sneered, your voice low and harsh. "All you're good for is—"

"Hey!"

The sudden, sharp voice cut through the air like a whip, and you turned your head, irritation flashing in your eyes. Aizawa Shota stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his usually tired eyes narrowed in disapproval.

Your lackeys, ever the cowards, took a step back, their earlier bravado evaporating under the teacher's stern gaze. They exchanged nervous glances before slinking away, leaving you standing alone. "Tch, pussies," you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes as they scurried off.

With a heavy sigh, you recognized the end of your entertainment and pushed yourself away from the tearful omega. "Here we go," you muttered with a scowl, bracing yourself for the inevitable lecture, not bothering to hide your annoyance.

Aizawa was an omega, yet despite this, there was an undeniable aura of authority around him, a quiet strength that demanded attention and obedience.

As he walked over, his eyes shifted to Ochaco, his expression softening slightly as he took in her tear-streaked face. "Uraraka-chan, are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle in contrast to the harshness he had directed at you.

She nodded shakily, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, still trembling. "Y-Yes, Aizawa-sensei."

"Good. Get to lunch." He waited until she had gathered her things and fled down the hall before turning his attention back to you.

"And you," he said, his voice hard again, eyes boring into yours with a quiet fury that had your pride roaring in your chest. "Detention," he stated firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Letting out a string of curses under your breath, you storm out of the detention room, the heavy wooden door slamming shut behind you with a thud.

The school corridors were mostly deserted now, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun that filtered through the tall windows.

The detention shtick from Aizawa for bullying didn't faze you in the slightest.

What pissed you off was the inconvenience of missing your scheduled car pick-up, which meant now having to explain to your mother why you were late.

As you texted your driver that you were coming right out, you couldn't help but wonder how Aizawa had managed to catch you in the act.

It was usually an alpha or beta teacher patrolling the halls, and they always let you off with a mere slap on the wrist, dismissing your behavior as "growing hormones" or some other bullshit. But this time was different.

This time, Aizawa had seen through you, giving you a proper chewing out.

He'd gone on a long lecture about how unfair it was to use your secondary gender against Ochaco, spouting things like "respect" and "fair treatment" like you gave a damn about his bleeding-heart ideals.

You couldn't help but wonder if someone had tipped him off.

You rounded a corner, still simmering with anger, when a familiar, timid voice caught your attention. "T-Thank you for alerting the staff, once again."

You paused, curiosity piqued, as a deeper, unfamiliar voice replied, "It was no issue, but you need to understand I'm not going to always be around. You have to start standing up for yourself."

Peeking around the corner, you spotted Ochaco standing with a stranger. From your vantage point, you could only see his back and the unmistakable mess of fluffy green hair.

Ochaco stuttered out another thank you, giving him a short bow before hurrying away, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.

Hidden from view, your gaze narrowed as the figure turned back to his locker to pack up for the day. The sight of his side profile—soft jawline, focused expression, and completely unaware of your presence—only fueled your anger further.

How dare he interfere and get you in trouble? Who did he think he was?

Seething in silence as you watched him leave, you made a silent vow to remember his face—to exact revenge when the opportunity presented itself.

No one challenged your authority without facing the consequences.

The encounter with the nameless savior did more than just bruise your ego; it sparked a fiery obsession within you. His unassuming demeanor and fluffy green hair, coupled with his audacity to challenge your dominance, marked him as your next target.

In the weeks that followed your initial encounter, every moment not spent in class or detention was dedicated to gathering information on him.

You observed him from a distance, noting his routines, his interactions, and the way he seemed to drift through the school, almost invisible to everyone but you.

It was during lunch one day, as you sat in the crowded cafeteria with your lackeys, that you spotted him again. He was at the other end of the room, sitting alone, his lunch tray untouched in front of him as he pored over a notebook, completely engrossed in whatever he was writing.

The sight of him, isolated yet content in his solitude, piqued your interest even further.

In a moment of passing curiosity, you leaned over to a Beta—Kaminari Denki—sitting next to you, one of the many who sought to curry favor with you. You asked nonchalantly, "Who's that?" nodding subtly in the direction of the green-haired Omega, not wanting to draw too much attention.

Denki's eyes lit up at the opportunity to provide information, eager to gain your approval. He darted his eyes towards the mentioned male, then back to you, a frown forming on his lips just looking at him alone left a bad taste in his mouth. "That's Midoriya Izuku," he said, his voice laced with a hint of disdain. "He's an Omega, but thinks he's something special. Always going on about being a hero, as if he could ever stand a chance."

Interest piqued, you continued to watch Izuku, your curiosity deepening with the Beta's every word. "He's a target for bullies, especially Bakugo Katsuki. But it's his own fault, always trying to play the hero, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong," Denki added, his frown deepening.

The mention of Katsuki, an alpha known for his volatile temperament, intrigued you further. "Bakugo, huh?" you mused more to yourself than to the Beta beside you.

"Yeah, and Midoriya just takes it. Never fights back. Thinks he’s being noble or something," Denki scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. "It's pathetic, really. He's delusional; he thinks he can actually challenge an Alpha and make a difference."

This newfound information provided by the Beta painted a complex picture of Izuku that was both intriguing and slightly infuriating. Here was an Omega who dared to dream beyond his societal station, exhibiting a resilience and determination that was, in its own way, admirable.

Yet, according to the Beta, his actions were seen as foolish, a futile attempt at heroism.

As you turned your attention back to your meal, your thoughts churned.

Your gaze lingered on Izuku for a few moments longer before you turned back to your meal, your thoughts racing. The more you mulled over the Beta's words, the more your initial intrigue twisted into disdain.

Knowing Izuku was an Omega, the very notion that he dared to challenge the societal hierarchy—and by extension, you—ignited a deeper sense of animosity within you.

How dare he dream beyond his station, and more audaciously, act in ways that subtly defied the unspoken rules that governed your world?

The very idea that Izuku, with his quiet demeanor and lofty aspirations, could consider standing up to the likes of you or even imagine himself as a hero was almost laughable. It was a direct affront to the natural order, to the superiority you had been taught from birth was your birthright as an Alpha.

As lunch continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Izuku, each look fueling your growing resentment. His mere presence, the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence, unaware of or perhaps indifferent to the social turmoil around him, grated on you.

In your world, Omegas were subservient, not silently rebellious or aspirational beyond the roles prescribed to them. Izuku's defiance, however passive, was a blemish on the natural hierarchy you upheld.

You resolved then, with a cold certainty, to put Izuku Midoriya in his place. It wasn't just about reasserting your dominance anymore; it was about reinforcing the very principles that you believed made the world turn.

If Izuku represented a challenge to those principles, then it was your duty, as an Alpha and as a defender of the status quo, to quash that challenge.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and pulling you from your reverie. As you stood up, tossing your trash into the bin, your mind was already weaving plans.

Midoriya Izuku, you're gonna learn your place...one way or another.

Finally, you found the right time to confront him.

It was a regular day, the sun sinking below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink as clubs dispersed for the evening.

You had meticulously positioned yourself near Izuku's locker, blending in with the dwindling crowd, waiting like a predator lying in wait for its prey.

Your eyes never left the spot where you knew he would appear, each passing minute only heightening your anticipation.

The hallway began to empty, the once-bustling corridors now quieting to a low murmur as students made their way home.

That's when you saw him moving with an almost cautious gait, his steps quiet and measured. He didn't notice you at first, too absorbed in gathering his things.

Perfect.

You watched him for a moment longer, letting the tension build, savoring the sense of control that came from knowing he was oblivious to the storm about to descend upon him. As he turned to leave, you chose that moment to step out from around the corner, your presence like a shadow creeping into his awareness.

"Izuku, was it?" you called out, your voice slicing through the lingering chatter of departing students. You took slow, deliberate steps toward him, each one echoing ominously in the almost empty corridor.

The sound made several remaining students glance your way, but seeing who you were, they quickly averted their gazes and hurried along, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

Izuku froze mid-step, his body tensing as he recognized your voice. His head turned, eyes wide and wary as he took in your approaching form.

For a split second, he looked almost hopeful that you might walk past him, that this confrontation could be avoided. But when your predatory smile widened, that hope faded, replaced by a resigned resolve that only served to fuel your desire to break him down.

Immediately, you sought to intimidate him, a tactic you knew all too well.

You wasted no time, your hand shooting out to knock his belongings from his grasp. The books and papers scattered across the floor, some of them sliding under the lockers with a harsh scraping sound. Izuku barely had time to react before you were upon him, using your smaller frame to back him up against the cold metal of his locker, effectively cornering him.

Despite the fact he was taller than you, he hunched his shoulders, his gaze flicking to the floor as if he could somehow make himself smaller, less noticeable, less of a target. But there was something in his eyes, a flicker of something that wasn't quite fear—was it defiance? Courage? Or merely resignation to yet another confrontation?

Your eyes narrowed as you studied him, your lips curling into a sneer. "It's come to my attention that a little Omega like you've been playing hero," you began, your tone dripping with mockery, each word laced with venom. You let the word "hero" hang in the air, your voice inflecting it with such disdain that it twisted the concept into something ugly and laughable.

"Standing up for those who can't stand up for themselves?" you continued, stepping closer, invading his space until there was barely a breath between you. "Is that it, Midoriya? Is that what you think you are? A hero?" You drawled the word out slowly, your lips pulling back in a cruel smile as you leaned in, eager to see his reaction to the bait you were laying out before him.

Izuku's jaw tightened, his eyes darting to the scattered papers on the floor, and then back to you. He straightened slightly, a flash of that defiance surfacing as he met your gaze head-on. "I'm just doing what's right..." he said quietly, his voice steady despite the slight tremor in his hands. "...helping those who need it."

You scoffed, your hand darting out to grip his chin, forcing him to look at you. "Helping?" you echoed, your voice a harsh whisper. "You really think you're some kind of hero, don't you? How dare you even think of being a hero and saving others when you can't even save yourself from a simple bully?"

You shoved his chin away roughly, satisfaction sparking in your chest as his head hit the locker with a soft thud. He winced but didn't back down, his green eyes glaring at you with a stubbornness that was both infuriating and oddly intriguing.

"Bakugo Katsuki, if I'm not mistaken, yeah?" you sneered, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilted your head to the side, your eyes gleaming with malice. "Isn't he the one who's always putting you in your place? Always reminding you of what you really are?"

Mentioning Katsuki was a low blow, an attempt to remind Izuku of his vulnerabilities and failures. You watched him closely, searching for any sign that your words had found their mark—a flicker of hurt, a moment of hesitation, something that would show he was affected.

His reaction was immediate. His usually slouched frame straightened, and he turned to face you fully, his expression unreadable, a blank mask that gave nothing away.

"Everyone deserves someone to stand up for them, no matter their status," Izuku replied, his voice steady and firm, a stark contrast to the mocking tone you had used.

Bingo.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound sharp and echoing off the walls of the nearly empty hallway. "And what about you, Midoriya?" you taunted, taking a step closer, deliberately invading his personal space, your eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "Who's gonna stand up for you?" You let the words hang in the air for a moment, watching as his gaze narrowed slightly, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Seems to me like you could use someone to protect you from, well... people like me," you sneered, your voice dripping with false sympathy. You leaned in, your breath brushing against his cheek as you whispered, "So tell me, how does it feel knowing no one's coming to save you?"

There was a slight narrowing of Izuku's eyes. However, his stance remained unchanged, unwavering in the face of your provocation. "I don't need saving. Not from you or anyone else," his voice carried a quiet confidence that seemed to fill the space between you, a confidence that made your stomach twist with irritation.

The boldness of his statement was grating, coming from someone you perceived to be just another Omega, someone who, by all accounts, should have been easy to dominate and intimidate.

Yet here he was, standing his ground, challenging the very foundations of the hierarchy you had been taught to uphold.

The audacity of his response fueled your anger further. With a swift movement, you shoved him into the locker, the metal clanging loudly as you gripped the front of his uniform, your face inches from his. "Careful, Omega," you growled, your voice a low, dangerous rumble, your nose flaring with barely restrained rage. "You might wanna watch your tone. Because from where I'm standing, you look like you need saving."

You expected him to cower under your grip, to look away, to show the fear you craved to see in his eyes. But instead, he did something that made your breath catch in your throat.

In a flash, the roles reversed.

Izuku's quick movement caught you off guard, and before you knew it, you were the one pressed against the lockers, his forearm pinning you there with surprising strength. The sudden shift left you momentarily stunned as you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"I'm tired of people like you," he began, his voice calm, but there was a sharpness to it that cut through you like a blade, "thinking they're so much better than everyone else because of their second gender. Power isn't determined by your status. It's how you choose to wield it." There was a fire in his eyes, a smoldering intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You think you can intimidate and bully others just because you're an Alpha?" he continued, his voice rising slightly, a passionate edge creeping into his tone. "That's not strength. That's weakness."

Your inner Alpha bristled at the accusation, a growl building in your throat as you prepared to push him off, to reclaim your position, to put him back in his place. But then, Izuku did something completely unexpected, something that no amount of physical strength could have prepared you for.

He leaned in closer, his body pressing against yours, his presence overwhelming in a way that was almost confrontational, yet, it wasn't his proximity that disarmed you—it was the sudden wave of his Omega pheromones that enveloped you.

The scent hit you like a tidal wave, immediate and overwhelming, strikingly fresh and minty with an undeniably "green" essence to it. It was like standing in the heart of a rainforest just after a heavy downpour, surrounded by the lush, vibrant life of countless plants and trees, their leaves heavy with dew.

The smell of early morning grass, wet and alive, filled your nostrils, inexplicably drawing you in, making your mouth water and your gums tingle with a tender sensation as your canines instinctively elongated, reacting to the potent biological cues Izuku's pheromones were sending.

As the scent enveloped you, a warmth unfurled in your lower stomach—a sensation both foreign and intoxicating. It was as if Izuku's pheromones were reaching out, threading through your psyche for the dormant feral instincts.

Your legs wobbled slightly, a haze settling over your mind as the primal part of you responded to the Omega standing before you, challenging the very notion of Alpha superiority with nothing but his natural Omega essence.

His smirk, slight and knowing, seemed to say he was fully aware of the effect he was having on you, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. "You know…" he began, his voice now carrying a weight that demanded attention, "I've been watching you for some time. Your arrogance, your belief in your own superiority… it's quite extreme. Maybe even stronger than Kacchan's."

He took a step closer, his presence enveloping you in a way that felt both intrusive and enlightening. "I've never understood why Alphas like you are so haughty, acting as if they're the epitome of strength and power." His words were calm, almost contemplative, as if he were merely stating a fact, his fingers lightly tracing the line of your jaw, the touch sending a shiver down your spine.

You found yourself unable to move, not just because of the physical barrier he had placed between you and freedom moments ago, but because of the invisible hold his presence now commanded.

Your instincts screamed at you to fight back, to reclaim control, but your body refused to obey, your mind clouded by the overwhelming scent that seemed to seep into every fiber of your being.

Izuku leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper yet loud enough to echo in the now silent hallway, carrying a mix of amusement and a hint of something more profound. "The truth is… Alphas like you bend to the will of Omegas like… me."

Before you could process his words fully, Izuku reached out, his fingers deftly catching a curl of your hair, twirling it gently between his fingers. The proximity allowed him to lean in close, his nose just inches from the side of your neck, where your scent gland pulsed with a mix of emotions.

"You're no longer in control here," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Izuku's eyes bore into yours, his gaze unwavering, a quiet determination burning in their depths. "Not anymore."

The intimacy of the gesture, the way he invaded your personal space, left you frozen, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment. His eyes, sharp and clear, met yours as he pulled back, leaving behind a confusing mix of emotions and an unexpected desire to hear more of what he had to say.

"Since you want control so badly," Izuku said, his voice lowering, a clear challenge in his tone, "then I'll show you how it feels to lose it." His eyes flashed with a distinctive Omega yellow, a bold sign of his defiance.

Instinctively, your eyes flashed red in response, a primal reaction to the challenge in front of you.

But despite your anger and the instinctual urge to assert your dominance, Izuku's pheromones had done their work. They wrapped around you, clouding your senses, leaving you momentarily incapacitated, unable to act on your aggression.

Izuku leaned closer, his eyes half-lidded, a wicked smirk spreading across his lips. "What's wrong? Not feeling so tough now, huh?" he teased, his voice a mocking whisper as he ran his nose along the sensitive spot of your scent glands causing you to hold back a shiver.

His mocking tone cut through the haze of pheromones, the humiliation of being outmaneuvered by an Omega sharp and bitter. The proximity, his scent mingling with yours, the heat of his breath against your skin—it all served to disorient and dominate, making it clear who held the power in this moment.

The irony wasn't lost on you.

Here you were, the Alpha, supposed to be in control, and yet Izuku, the so-called weak Omega, had turned the tables, leaving you completely at his mercy.

His actions were unlike anything you had ever experienced, challenging everything you thought you knew about Alphas and Omegas. Izuku was rewriting the rules, showing you that true power didn't come from brute strength or titles, but from the ability to turn the situation in your favor, no matter what.

He pulled back slightly, his lips curved into a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement at the effect he'd had on you. "I kind of like you like this—quiet, easy to handle," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over you, taking in your disheveled appearance, your shallow breaths.

You hadn't expected Izuku's pheromones to hit you so hard. It was as if your body was caught between two instincts: the need to dominate, to regain control, and a strange willingness to submit, to follow his lead.

The battle raging inside you was almost painful.

Izuku hummed softly to himself, muttering as if deliberating his next move. After a few moments, his eyes snapped back to you, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Hm, since you were so worried about my safety against Kacchan, how about you be a good Alpha and protect me, yeah?" he asked sarcastically, tilting his head.

Before you could react, Izuku forced your mouth open and tilted your head back, exposing your elongated canines. It took you a moment to realize what he was doing, but by then it was too late. He yanked you closer, pressing his neck to your mouth, forcing you to mark him.

The sensation was electric, overwhelming every sense you had. Your body moved on its own, instinct taking over as your canines sank into his skin. As your teeth pierced his skin, a bond formed between you two, something ancient and undeniable. It was a connection that went beyond the physical, reaching down to the very core of your being.

The moment was brief, yet it felt like it stretched on forever, marking him in the most primal way an Alpha could claim an Omega.

The rush of sensations was like nothing you'd ever felt before. Heat surged through your veins, filling you with a warmth that was both comforting and electrifying. It was as if every part of you was alive, buzzing with an energy that pulled you closer to him, connecting you in a way that was beyond words.

Your protective instincts, which had lain dormant, now surged to the forefront of your mind, chanting a relentless mantra of 'mine, mine, mine, mine.'

It was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, as if you could somehow merge with him completely. You bit down harder, not out of anger, but to solidify this bond, to make it known to both of you that this connection was unbreakable.

It was a declaration, a promise that he was yours, and you were his, in a way that neither of you could deny...

As soon as the act was done, Izuku stepped back, a hand gently touching the spot you marked, his eyes gleaming with that Omega yellow. "See, not so good being on the other end, is it?" His voice was laced with a victorious tone, yet there was an undercurrent of something else—something that didn't match the triumphant look in his eyes.

You stood there, shocked, your own eyes still flashing red, a mix of anger and confusion swirling within you.

The implications of what just happened began to dawn on you slowly, the reality that you just marked an Omega—a clear sign of claiming him as yours.

What were you going to do now? The school's dynamics would shift undoubtedly once word got out. Typically, the marking of an Omega by an Alpha was a significant event, often announced and accompanied by a period of courtship, a public declaration of mutual respect and intention.

But this? This was entirely different.

An Alpha marking an Omega out of the blue, especially under such unconventional and unexpected circumstances, was unheard of.

And not just any Omega, but Midoriya Izuku, the one Omega who had stood up to you, challenged you in a way no one else dared.

Your interactions with Izuku had been minimal at best, characterized more by conflict than any form of camaraderie or courtship. The school would be buzzing with rumors and speculation, none of which would likely be favorable or understanding of the situation's complexity.

Izuku adjusted his uniform, the wicked smile never leaving his face. "Well, I guess this changes things, doesn't it? I'm curious to see how you'll handle this." With that, he picked up his things, leaving you alone in the corridor, your mind racing with thoughts.

You were so used to being in control, to having others bend to your will. Yet here you were, outmaneuvered by an Omega who not only challenged you but also forced you into a situation that you never imagined possible.

As you watched Izuku walk away, a part of you knew this was only the beginning. You had to figure out what this meant for you, for him, and for whatever strange, twisted relationship you now found yourselves in.

The school, your friends, your family—they would all have opinions on this, but for now, all you could do was stand there, trying to process the whirlwind of events that just unfolded.

This was not how you expected your day to end, marked by an Omega, your pride wounded, yet a part of you couldn't help but feel intrigued by what Izuku said.

What did this mean for you? And more importantly, how were you going to face him tomorrow?

A/N: omg y'all, i got it bad for izuku, but let me know if you'd like a part 2 👀

[shonenvillain]

i literally gag every time i hear midoriya tell todoroki 'i think youre getting ready to forgive [your abuser] because youre really kind' ugh ew i would punch someone in the face for saying that shit to me

forgiveness is not needed to move on from abuse i will never ever forgive my abuser, but i will heal and move on. like if you forgive whatever but saying that its unkind to not forgive someone who has neglected and hurt and beat and abused you and your loved ones for twenty four+ years just because he’s gotten what he ultimately wanted and decided he can do his job without being a wife beater and child abuser yikes... that is disgusting to me

especially when endeavors "redemption" is him continuing to bury his crimes with no consequences and just doing his job aka beating the 'right people who deserve it'

[ladymiria]

Simple and cute things for two simple very cute people

[just-a-lil-critter]

🚨🚨 MINOR SPOILER CONTENT🚨🚨

In celebration of our blasty drama queen being alive and slaying,

I present to thee, Bakugo Katsuki ✨

ik I said Izuku was babygirl because lookathim but Katsuki is straight up original malewife material, I mean this boy had Mitsuki Bakugo for a mother for fucks sake

He grew up in a household where mothers meant pride and strength and fathers meant peace and comfort he is hands down tiddies out peak malewife and that's on canon ain't nobody telling me otherwise

[mudhamster]

Touch (1/5) Observe

I'm broken, tell you I'm fine

But you wouldn't believe me if you knew the things that crossed my mind

And I'm hurting, but I show no sign

'Cause I'm afraid to give in, break down, and waste your time

You say that you'll help me, tell me I'm worth it

But I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it

It's easy for you ‘cause you know you're perfect

And I need your hand, but I don't want to burn it

Izuku sat on the couch with his knees on his chest and a blanket around him to keep the world away. The apartment was shrouded in darkness and the television was on, playing the last melancholy scenes of a drama to the sound of piano music. Katsuki threw his keys on the table and turned on the light at the same time. He routinely looked back at the exact moment when Izuku would startle and turn to him with eyes as big as... but Deku hadn't made a move to face him. Katsuki wasn't even sure if he had noticed that the light in the hallway had come on. Or that Katsuki was actually home.

"Oy."

[pidge-it-up-archive]

nap time - a little domestic fluff bkdk for okaeri week

The sun is close to setting, the sound of the cat's water fountain fills the living room, and the chill autumn breeze comes in from the balcony door.

Katsuki stretches his neck from sitting in the position for hours, finishing the reports of his and Izuku's last missions. He still has a few more hours of work ahead, and he considers making a cup of coffee, but as he gets up, his body unconsciously turns to the right, towards the couch, instead of left, the kitchen.

He decides to go along with it. After all, there, sleeping soundly after a long shift with Catsuki laying on his stomach, is Izuku. His partner, his lover, his friend, his everything.

He takes out his phone and sets an alarm for 40 minutes, setting it on the center table. He kicks off his sleepers and raises the tip of the blanket.

Izuku feels him coming in and half-opened one of his eyes. "Hey," he slurred.

"Mind if I join you for a bit?"

Izuku smiles. "Only if you give me kisses."

Katsuki rolls his eyes but complies. As he adjusts himself under the covers and into Izuku's side, he kisses, softly and longing, his nose, his eyelids, his freckles, and then his lips.

He then backs away, resting his head over Izuku's, who whines. "More."

The blond chuckles. "More?"

"Hmm"

And again, Katsuki complies. This time, they are quick soft pecks, covering all over his face, forehead, ears, and neck, each of them taking a light giggle out of his sleepy boyfriend. But when he stops and rests back on the cushion, once again Izuku whines.

"Enough Izuku!" Katsuki chastises. Izuku huffs but accepts his fate of no more kissing for now.

He moves, allowing Kacchan to get closer and cuddle up to him. (Catsuki, of course, found that outrageous and jumped out, searching for a new place to nap).

Katsuki holds him so that they are laying in their favorite position, facing each other, but with enough of a height difference so that Izuku can lay on his arm, and rest his forehead on his chest.

That position makes it perfect for Katsuki to, despite saying 'enough kisses', kiss the top of his head, and for Izuku to kiss his sternum in return until they doze off.