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eggcompany · 10 months ago

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Baby Bakugou's first heat

Bakugou has his first heat. He didn't even know he was an omega. Thankfully Aizawa and Hizashi are there with slick absorbent undies, soft blankets, and medicine to make him feel better.

AKA: Bakugou has to have his temp taken rectally and has to have suppositories. No Scat, No sex.

“Hey bud, I need to get your temp. Just roll on your side and lift your leg. I know, I know you wanna sleep. You can go right back to it once I get this over with. Make sure not to push it out.” Hizashi whispered as he finished wiping the thermometer down with sterilizing pads. He rubbed gently at the boy's left leg as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Bakugou frowned and rolled onto his right side and pulled his knee. He knew the drill by now. Every two hours for the last ten they had done this. The first seven hours Aizawa, daddy, had done. Now for the night shift Hizashi, papa, was caring for him.

Why was the explosive blonde getting his temperature taken every two hours and calling his teachers these names? Because Katsuki Bakugou was having his first heat. The thought to be beta was having a heat. A bad heat. A heat that made him curl up and scream in pain in the kitchen. Kirishima and Denki had guarded him up away from some… rude alphas in their class. Specifically a certain alpha who popped a knot the second they smelled him.

Mina had gotten Aizawa who had called Recovery Girl and now here they are. Giving him pain killers because he couldn’t even move from the cramps and pain.

Why the names? Because the second Aizawa picked up the omega, Bakugou thought he smelled so safe, so much like a calm place, like peace, that it slipped.

‘ Daddy you smell good’

‘What did you call me?’

‘Daddy… um… I’m sorry you just smell-’

‘It’s okay. You’re in pain and you’re just a boy. It’s okay.’

Now he’s here. Laying in his english teacher’s bed with a slick pad covering his bum wrapped up in a nice soft blanket.

The older man picked up the soft blanket that was covering the boy's bottom and scrunched it up in his hand until he could pull down the multiple layer padded underwear. He prepared himself for the scent. An Omega’s first heat is always… messy. Bakugou had very thin slick that smelled of gas and burnt bread, it made the older man feel like his eyelashes were gonna melt. He guessed that in his adulthood Bakugou would smell similar to a fireplace or fresh baked bread. Something less so… rotten.

Surely enough the scent bombarded the air and a rather nasty squelch noise sounded out. The underwear were quite full of the boy’s slick. Hizashi frowned, a wet one of these can cause a pretty bad rash. He knows from his own experience.

He tried to be as gentle as possible as he lifted his left buttock so he could access the small puffy opening that was overly wet and had a steady stream of slick running out of it. Hizashi’s chest tightened. ‘ First heat… poor thing must’ve been in agony! A nice treat might help.’ He thought before shaking himself out of it.

“We’ll change your undies when I turn in for the night so you can sleep through the night nice and dry. Now, here we go. Breathe, buddy.” Yamada said as he gently slid the small tip of the thermometer in the heating omegas wet hole. He let go of his bottom and let the boy relax as he reached for the pack of wet wipes on the bedside.

“Papa… want something better inside me.” Bakugou whimpered and tried to get the small instrument deeper by flexing the muscles inside his hole. Hizashi smirked. First heats were usually much earlier than nearly seventeen years old as Bakugou. Before boys started doing things . And by the looks of it Bakugou had already started doing ‘ things’ . So the poor thing had even worse urges.

“Buddy I know. I know you do. But you're too sick for us to let you have anything else. We have to get you better and get you all leveled out. Once you’re out of heat we’ll make sure you’re prepared for your next one.” Hizashi explained and gently wiped away the slick from where it was getting slick and sticky on the boy's bottom and small testicles, trying to be as gentle as he could. He was trying his best to be comforting and careful. It had been a while since he dealt with a first heat.

“Okay papa.” Bakugou said in a tense voice. He was panting a bit again. He stopped panting once the other teacher had given him some ‘skin time’, meaning Bakugou had been chest to chest with him for a few hours. Skin contact is important to omegas, alphas in rut as well but Bakugou had calmed.

The thermometer beeped and Hizashi eased it out and looked at it. 100.6. Better. When Recovery Girl first checked him he was 106.8 but Bakugou ran hot. So it was similar to being 103 for someone without an explosive quirk. Still horribly hot though.

Hizashi pulled the underwear back up and folded the blanket back down. He patted Bakugou's hip and stood up, wiping down the thermometer and laying it and the wipes back on the nightstand.

“Do you want anything? A snack or a clean blanket? You need to stay nice and comfy! Staying relaxed and calm will help you keep away that fever and keep your blood pressure down. If you need something make sure to tell me okay?” Hizashi said in a voice usually reserved for when he was alone with Aizawa or talking to the cats, soft and caring. Bakugou let out a whine and moved one hand to rub over his stomach around his belly button.

“My tummy feels bad. Like I need to potty but I can’t. I tried papa.” Bakugou says and groans, sticking out his bottom lip.

“Can I feel it? I’ll be super gentle. Just roll to your back.” Hizashi said. Thought of what it could be flashed through his head. Impacted slick glands, a tear in the inner wall, a slick blockage, heat constipation. The older man hoped it was the last.

Bakugou rolled so he was belly up. Hizashi moved so the blanket was pulled down, revealing the boy’s torso. Hizashi looked first. The skin was stretched tight around his stomach but it wasn’t red or bruised. It didn’t look like it was pushing up around his hips. Not slick gland impaction, not an inner wall tear.

Hizashi then had two possible possibilities. A short rub around the boy’s abdomen would tell him if it was one of those. Hizashi rubbed his hands together to warm them and reached to lay his hands down. He hauled at a jerk of the young body below him.

“Be careful. Hurts. Tender.” The hero in training said quietly and looked up shyly at his teacher. Hizashi gave him a small understanding smile.

“Okay well you're bloated for sure. I’m not sure if we have heat safe medicine to help if it’s just gas. I need to press a little bit okay. It might hurt but I’ll be so fast. It’ll all be okay.” Hizashi offered and kept his hands floating a few inches above the bloated belly.

“You gotta be fast, it hurts when I even try to lay on my tummy.” Bakugou whined and pouted. Hizashi nodded and first just laid his hands down. If it was slick blockage there would be pressure down low and then none. If it was constipation the pressure would go low and there would be pressure all the way down.

He pressed lightly and ran his hands down following the way of the student’s gut. Pressure, pressure, pressure…

“Papa, that hurts.” Bakugou whined and sniffled. Hizashi quietly pulled his hands away. Sure of himself.

“I’m sorry honeydew. I know that must’ve been very uncomfortable.” Hizashi said in an apologetic way. Bakugou pouted and stared at the man with a guilt-causing face.

“Sweetie, when was the last time you went potty?” Hizashi asked as he pulled the blanket up to the boy’s chest.

“Papa…” Bakugou whined and blushed, turning his head to the side in embarrassment.

“It’s okay just tell me. No need to be embarrassed. We can make your tummy stop hurting. ” Hizashi said nicely and moved to hold the younger boy’s hand, squeezing softly. Bakugou sighed and hunched his shoulders.

“I dunno… last week? Thursday?” Bakugou said and kept his eyes trained down away from the man.

“Oh buddy… that’s not gonna help your fever. I'm gonna go see if I need to run to the 24/7. You just lay back on your back for now. Poor little thing.” Hizashi said. He wasn’t panicking. He was just worried because Bakugou said Thursday. It’s Wednesday night. Nearly a week without having a bowel movement and packing in food on his preheat binge. Poor thing must feel so heavy, so weighed down.

“Bakugou, I’m going to explain something and then we’re either going to do it here or you will go to the doctor in the morning. Do you understand?” Aizawa said as he walked in the room behind the blonde man. He said it in his day to day solid no argument voice. It was a serious conversation. Bakugou didn’t like it. A few hours ago the man had been so sweet and soft and gentle with him, only speaking in a quiet rumbling tone that made the omega feel relaxed. Now… is daddy mad? Did he do something wrong? With tears in his eyes the boy

“Daddy? Is it gonna hurt more? I don’t wanna hurt anymore, I wanna be okay. I didn’t mean to not go, I’m sorry.” Bakugou was already crying. Sobbing out the last few words. Aizawa shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the boy up so he could wrap his arms under the boy’s and hold him close. Aizawa cradled the back of the boy’s head against his chest.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just worried. I’m sorry I spoke in that tone. You’re not feeling good and I should know not to be so gruff. I’m sorry but we need to talk serious okay?” Shouta explained in the once again gentle rumbling tone. Bakugou listened and sniffled. He sat up on his own and nodded.

“Okay. I just don’t want it to be- to hurt, daddy.” Bakugou sniffled as he wiped his eyes and nose. Aizawa shushed him and rubbed Katsuki’s knee through the blanket as Hizashi quickly opened the bedside and grabbed a few tissues to clean up the omega’s face. Aizawa took a big breath as the hero in training copied him. They let it out and Aizawa explained.

“It won’t hurt if you hold still and breathe. We’ve got to get you to go potty. You should have had a heat purge the day before your heat started but since it’s your first and you're a late bloomer, it didn’t happen. Now we can either try suppositories which go in your bottom and melt and help you relax.” Aizawa said trying to make the medications sound not terrible or scary.

“Bleh.” Bakugou said and pulled a grossed out face.

“Or we can give you an enema which is where we use a small tube and let water and laxatives loosen everything up and then you expel it, you let it all out.” Aizawa explained trying again to make the process seem as minimal as possible. However when he finished, the boy’s face went pale and he shook his head.

“I don’t want that.” He said quickly and put his hands down to back away from the dark haired man.

“You need to pick one okay. Papa’s got the suppositories if you want to see. I’ll give you two. You can just see them, look at them then decide.” Aizawa said reassuringly. Bakugou swallowed and looked at the blonde man who was standing with his hip resting against the attached bathroom door frame.

Bakugou nodded and Hizashi made quick word of getting the medication out from the kit under the sink. He handed them to his husband and rolled his chair to be beside the bed. Aizawa pulled back one of the foil covers and picked up the small jelly-like bullet.

“See they aren’t big, buddy. They’re just little things. You’re slicking really well too so you’ll barely feel it.” Hizashi says. He hopes that the boy picks the suppositories, they’re much less messy and much less stressful.

“We do have to push them in though. You can hold onto papa and I’ll be quick. You just need to breathe and relax and it’ll be all over. Do you want those or the other option?” Aizawa asked and Bakugou made an unsatisfied face. He looked down at himself and chewed his bottom lip for a few moments.

“Um… can Papa push them in?” The boy questioned in a timid voice and kept his eyes down.

“Well I suppose I can. Can I know why?” Aizawa said and looked at Hizashi who shrugged and nodded.

“Daddy gots bigger fingers.” Bakugou said and ran his fingertip down the top of one of Aizawa's. Hizashi covered his mouth with his hand to muffle his laugh. Aizawa smiled and nodded.

“Okay well let me go grab a pair of gloves and wash my hands.” Hizashi said and went to the bathroom.

“Just like with the thermometer. Good job, you’re doing so well. What a smart smart boy. I’ll hold your knee so you can relax. Once papa puts them in you have to hold them in for about fifteen minutes. After that I’ll go sit with you on the potty.” Aizawa said as he positioned Katsuki to lay on his side with one leg straight and one leg pulled up. Aizawa was sitting on the bed. He used one hand to hold the back of the boy’s knee as he vocalized praises while Hizashi got prepared.

The blonde man opened two foil packets and laid the medication on top of the sterile folded back foil. He slipped on a pair of blue latex gloves on his freshly scrubbed hands.

“Okay daddy.” Bakugou said and let the older man take the weight of his leg, he let the muscles relax and go slack.

Hizashi pulled down the absorbent underwear and shoved a small towel under his bum and lifted one buttock to expose his hole. He used his other hand to run one finger to tough the puffy pink skin lightly.

“Okay relax, relax bub, you feel my finger?” He asked and used the boy’s slick to get his finger coated and slippery. Bakugou sighed. The finger touching and rubbing at and around his hole felt so so good. Overwhelmingly good.

“Yeah” Bakugou sighed out and Aizawa moved some hair out of the boy's face.

“Good. Here’s the medicine. You feel it?” Hizashi asked once again as he took one of the suppositories and touched the pointed end against the center of his hole.

“It’s little.” Bakugou said. He sounded almost disappointed. Aizawa looked down and saw a pout. Another reason late bloomer’s heats. They already know what it feels like to be full and satisfied. So during heat when the need, the urge, intensified twenty fold… they’re impossible to satisfy when unprepared.

“Yep it’s little. Now I’m going to push it in. Ready?” Hizashi said and smiled. It was cute, he couldn’t deny it. He pushed it lightly against the hot entrance, melting it slightly but the boy tensed up.

“I’m nervous.” Bakugou said and stiffened up all the way and scrunched his eyes up.

“It’s okay, just hold daddy’s hand.” Aizawa said in the third person and took one fist into his own much larger hands and rubbed his thumb up and down the small blonde’s knuckles.

The youngest breathed in and out and forced his muscles to relax on his backside. His fist was still tight in Aizawa’s hand but his hole was soft.

“Okay okay I’m ready just do it!” Bakugou said in a rush and took practiced breaths in and out. Preparing himself for pain but when there was none but rather just an easing sensation around his hole he waited… and waited. Then Hizashi was speaking again.

“Good job, one more. Here it comes.” The man said and without stopping for Bakugou to question and slid the second one in. He pushed his finger in as deep as last time, all the way until his knuckles hit the soft skin of his bottom. When he pulled his finger out the boy sighed and relaxed as Hizashi let out of his buttock.

“Good boy… Just lay here for a while. I’ll help you to the potty when time’s up. Okay?” Aizawa explained.

Daddy and papa take such good care of me…

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bloodpatternblue · 3 months ago

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9r7g5h · 1 year ago

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Omegas Are Doing It For Themselves

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia

Rating: E

Genre: Omegaverse Smut

Summary: Izuku doesn't need some random alpha to make a den for him. He has a good enough job to buy his own house, buy his own furniture, and make his own nest inside his den, thank you very much. But damn it if his neighbor wasn't hot enough to consider inviting inside.

Words: 6,835

Izuku had known, the moment he walked into the townhouse, that it had to be his.

While the desire to buy something for himself had been a whim, a thought that had fluttered past his mind while trying to find a place for his newest figurine in his too small apartment, the research hadn't been. The strange working hours so he could go on walk throughs and tours with his realtor hadn't been. The working and reworking of his budget a dozen times to make sure he could afford the mortgage he had gotten pre-approved for hadn't been. And while many times he had wondered if following the whim was a good idea or not, the moment he had walked into that townhouse, he had known.

Screw what everyone else said - it didn't matter that he was single, that the mortgage alone would take up half his salary and he'd have to rely more on his side gig than he would like, that very few young omegas his age bought a house for themselves without anyone's help. This place, this cute little townhouse, was his.

He didn't need some knothead alpha to make him a den to nest in. He could make his own den for his own nest, and anyone who didn't like it could fight him.

He was tired of living cramped in that tiny studio that also took up almost half his pay, even if it was closer to work. Tired of no walls, his bed, nest, and table all being the same thing (and sleeping and trying to have a heat in crumbs was disgusting). Tired of his home feeling cramped with two people sitting down inside of it, tired of the shitty landlords and inconsiderate neighbors, just tired. He didn’t need a mansion, didn’t need acres of land that he had to keep up with; he just wanted a room for his bed, space for his nest, somewhere to put his merch collection, and a place to put a damn table.

But in that townhouse, that wonderful townhouse, he could host. He even had some of his friends come with him to pick up the walkthrough paperwork, watching as they comfortably spread out between the living room and kitchen to peek at his potential new home. That had been the deciding factor.

So despite the anxiety and the wonders if it was a good idea and the fact that he had to drain his savings to make even the smallest down payment, at twenty-six Izuku Midoriya became a homeowner of his own little townhouse. His own little den.

And it was just as perfect as he had imagined that first time he had walked in.

Well. Mostly.

It wasn't the house, no. The house itself was perfect - one room turned into an office so he could work from home, a guest room so his mom and friends could stay, his bedroom soft and warm and dark with blackout curtains. Enough room to actually display his collection. Couches and pillows and blankets and a table. Even space for a hamster cage, one of the ones he had seen on Pinstagram, made from bookcases bolted onto a table to create a little rodent palace for the cute little fluff ball, more than enough room for it to live and him to not feel guilty leaving it alone for his quarterly heats. The house in and of itself was perfect.

No, what made things difficult was his neighbor.

In the apartment there had been a mutual understanding with his neighbors. They didn’t talk to each other outside of emergencies, handed over any mail that might have gotten mixed up without any complaints, and generally stayed out of each other’s business. Maybe a polite ‘How are you?’ if they were in the elevator together, candy for the kids at Halloween on a stepstool, a pat on the head for the dogs going out for their walks, but that was it. His only major interactions with them had been when they had all called the fire department together when one of the dumpsters had caught on fire, and that had only been to ask if anyone knew what the actual complex’s name was or to yell at the dumbass trying to throw his beer in.

Good, normal neighborly interactions.

But here?

Tenya and Ochako had reassured him that it was pretty normal that the HOA had shown up not too long after the three of them had pulled into the reserved spots for his home, the small truck with all his belongings paralleled parked to not block the road. The packet was small, thankfully - just shared dues for park upkeep, instructions on where to put trash and recycling, one of the least restrictive organizations he had found in his search. But what hadn’t been normal had been the woman turning straight towards Tenya, ignoring Izuku as if he didn’t exist as she fell over herself to greet the alpha and Ochako.

“You must be Mr. Midoriya, pleasure to meet you! And this must be Mrs. Midoriya. You two are such a cute couple, it warms my heart to see you joining our community! Though, I don’t think I remember seeing your name on the registration paperwork, Mrs. Midoriya?”

“That’s because there is no Mrs. Midoriya,” Izuku said with a smile, his tone that fake cheerful as his scent turned bitter. He hadn’t bothered with blocker patches, figuring he could start scenting his home as he went, though now he would have to open the windows. Izuku slid in between them, taking the hand that had been outstretched towards Tenya and shook it himself, ignoring the startled look on the woman’s face as he took the packet of paper with his other hand. “No other Mr. Midoriya either. Thank you so much for bringing this by. I’ll make sure to set up my automatic pay by the end of the week.”

Whether it was the smell, the slight hint of his fangs, or the unimpressed glares from his friends, the woman left fast, leaving the three of them annoyed but at least alone to continue unpacking.

"I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding," Ochako reassured him, pressing her wrist against his in a way that helped him relax, pack and friendship in his new den almost making him purr. "I'm sure it won't happen again."

Only it did. Again, and again, and again.

“Is it really that weird that a single omega is buying a house for themself,” Izuku asked as he flopped onto the floor in front of the couch, Tsu’s finger’s immediately starting to card through his curls in an attempt to tame them. She, Shinsho, and Todoroki had shown up later that afternoon, pizza and beer in tow as an apology for not being there sooner. Between the six of them they had managed to unload the truck and get most of the big items to their correct locations, but not without a lot of nosey neighbors stopping by to put their noses where they could get bitten off.

“So, when’s your alpha coming to join you?”

“You must be renting from the guy who just bought the place.”

“Did your parents buy it for you? They totally bought it for you.”

“So the six of you are all living together as a pack? That’s nice.”

“You know, my niece is looking for a place. You’re a single omega, you shouldn’t be living alone, and have all that space, and she’s a doctor, so you should rent out some of the rooms to her.”

It had been non-stop, and those had just been the ones Izuku himself had run into. He knew for a fact that the others had been questioned to a similar extent, and in the end he had had to take Tsu’s offered scent blocker patches. Now his house smelled like a lake during the summer - a nice smell, refreshing and familiar and calming, but not him. He loved his pack, but he would have to go out, buy neutralizers, and scrub everything before he could give it a proper scenting.

The worst of all, though, was his neighbor directly to the left. He’d been lucky to get the end unit, so he only had the one attached neighbor, but was at this moment wondering if this was, in fact, a good idea. There was no one on the other side but a patch of grass, no one who could possibly hear a ruckus if something happened...

Izuku shuddered as he remembered those red eyes, locked on the group the entire day, and made a mental note to have Mei come put in a security system. She’d done her own, knew all the ins and outs that were way better than the company ones, and while he doubted he’d need it, the extra level of security would do him some good.

“To be fair,” Shinsho pointed out, bringing Izuku back to the conversation he’d started, “it’s not like anyone our age ever expected to be able to buy a house, besides Credit Card here,” he paused throwing a pepperoni at Todoroki, “so you’re literally an outlier here. Plus, you have a baby face. Some of them probably thought you were some college kid.”

“It’s not that much of a baby face,” Izuku pouted, his tongue popping out as Ochako walked over from the kitchen just to poke his cheek. “Oh, like you can talk.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Ochako teased. “I embrace my roundness. No one would know I can flip them just by looking at these cute lil cheeks. Just like no one knows by looking at your face that they could bounce a book off your ass.”

“‘Chako!” A dirty napkin bounced off her side as she laughed, Izuku flushing as his so-called friends voiced their agreement. “Traitors, all of you. Get out of my den, none of you are allowed back.”

“Try not to take today’s events to heart, Izuku,” Tenya said seriously, ignoring the muttered demands. “I am sure this is just a misunderstanding that will be settled between you and your neighbors, and once it is settled you will greatly enjoy your time living here. You managed to accomplish something quite wonderful for yourself, and you should feel proud, even with the lackadaisical welcome. Now, let us forget this unpleasantness and cheer for our good friend’s new den!”

“Here here!”

*~*

Tenya was mostly right. By the time Izuku had gotten most things unpacked and at least put in the proper room, if not the proper spot, the neighborhood had adjusted to the single omega living among them. The kids and their dogs especially seemed to flock to him, entranced by the new person who was happy to throw their balls back to them and use a stick to fish them out of the decorative pond near the park. He occasionally got comments about setting him up with an alpha, but everyone at least seemed to accept that his house was his own.

His direct neighbor was still creepy as fuck though. Randomly throughout the day Izuku could feel him watching him whenever he went outside, his windows and blinds wide open, not even trying to hide his staring. He was scowling too, the furrows between his brows deep enough to collect water for a drought if he tilted his head back when it rained. From the smell that came out of the open windows, he was clearly an alpha, or at the very least a beta that packed with enough alphas that their scent clung to him.

A nice smell, Izuku would begrudgingly admit, the one time a breeze had blown it directly into his nose while he had been breaking down boxes to take to the dump. A smell he wouldn’t mind having around more often, if the carrier wasn’t so fucking creepy.

But whatever. Creepy neighbor aside, Tenya had been right, and once he had settled in, Izuku had loved it just as much as the first time he had seen it. And now it just needed the finishing touches.

Most of them were easy. Place the order, and the furniture companies he so carefully researched and staked out had it at his door just a few days later, some assembly required. But the hamster cage? The little hamster palace he had been dreaming of since college and he had found out they were a thing?

That he had to do on his own.

While bunnies had always been his favorite, Izuku knew he wasn’t suited to care for one, not just yet. He wanted a yard, somewhere to set up a pretty hutch for the rabbit to sleep in, more than enough room for the creature to roam in safety. While his home was perfect for him, he had long since accepted that it wasn’t for a rabbit, and so had moved on to his next favorite fuzzy little pet, one a bit more manageable when his heats took him out of commission for a few days each month. And damn it if he wasn’t going to be the best hamster dad in the damn world.

It took almost a week - a few days to hunt everything down and buy it, another few to build the beautiful monstrosity he was going to bold into his wall to ensure it wouldn’t fall over. But eventually it was done, done and everything he, if he was four ounces of fur, bones, and anxiety, could ever want. Now all he had to do was get the damn thing inside.

“The hell you doing, Deku? You’re going to hurt yourself trying to pick it up like that.”

At first Izuku had ignored the voice - clearly it wasn't talking to him, though so far he hadn’t met a Deku amongst his nosey neighbors. However, when a set of hands grabbed the other end of the cage and tugged, nearly pulling him off balance and onto his ass, he quickly had to reassess as he turned, teeth bared at the person trying to steal his creation. He’d worked hard on it, damn it, and he wasn’t going to let someone steal it from him!

His creepy neighbor just raised his hands, the pacifying gesture at odds with his own curled lips. This close it was clear he was, in fact, an alpha, the tantalizing smell Izuku had occasionally caught now filling his nose. Whether it was welcomed he wasn’t entirely sure, given the circumstances, but at least he knew. Knew and filed away for later, because the creepy neighbor was speaking again, and royally pissing Izuku off.

“You should wait until your alpha or pack can come and help you move this. It has to weigh a shit ton, you’ll hurt yourself otherwise. No-”

“Why,” Izuku interrupted him, seething at the continuous secondary sexism he’d experienced since moving in, “does everyone just assume I need an alpha? I can do this by myself, thank you very much, so if you could please move, I’d like to get inside before it gets cold.” Not that it was likely to get cold in the middle of summer, but still. He was pissed off, tired from having spent the day building in the sun, and just wanted to be done.

Instead, the man before him just tilted his head, a look on his face as he considered Izuku. “Glasses or Peppermint aren’t your alpha?”

“Tenya and Shoto?” Izuku clarified after a moment, the other man shrugging as if he neither knew nor cared about the names. “They’re pack, not my mates.”

“You don’t have a mate?”

For a long moment Izuku said nothing, just stood there staring at the alpha. He had crossed his arms, looked away, his scowl was once again deep and angry as he shifted from foot to foot, waiting for an answer - lightbulb! He wasn’t creepy (he was, he’d spent all this time just staring, but in hindsight now Izuku could see it was almost kind of cute), he was interested and shy. Izuku shook his head as he bit back his laughter. “No mate, though I’m not really looking for one at the moment. So if you could move, I need to get everything inside.” Same words as earlier, though a bit softer than before. Before his neighbor could try and interfere again, Izuku hoisted the cage up onto his shoulder, glad that even though he was short he was still stacked and strong, able to handle the weight on his shoulder with minimal struggling.

Though crap, he should have remembered to choose the other shoulder, the scar on his right arm screaming at him from the pressure. He was ok, it was just a few feet and he would be inside his home, his den. He was safe there, and could keep up appearances until then. Giving the man a pleasant smile, forcing his face to keep the expression, Izuku nodded as he turned away. “It was pleasant to meet you...”

“Katsuki. Katsuki Bakugou.”

“Nice to meet you, Katsuki. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get into my den.”

He didn’t run from the alpha. He walked, quickly, so he could alleviate the pain that was threatening to bring tears to his eyes. Ignoring the pleased smirk on Katsuki’s face as he watched him go.

*~*

‘Shy,’ Izuku quickly learned, was the wrong word to have applied to Katsuki. While Tenya and Shoto could be aggressive in their own ways, protective if some asshole tried to step in on the pack when they were out having a good time, Katsuki seemed to always be aggressive and protective. Towards his house, towards the tiny garden he had set up on the border between their front doors, towards his own pack (a rowdy group that Izuku could occasionally hear through his living room wall). And, surprisingly, towards him.

If Katsuki wasn’t so fucking hot he would have already called the cops and gotten something on file. But damn if that man didn’t make his dick twitch and his ass slick, now that he had gotten a good look. Especially since he’d seemed to have taken Izuku’s “...I’m not really looking for one...” as a challenge. Logically he knew he should be concerned, he’d had one conversation and had shown he wasn’t interested, but-

“You’re a blanket whore,” Ochako said, her disapproving words losing their impact from her cozy nest. He could barely see her eyes from where she was cuddled, her purring deep and satisfied with the quality of nesting material Izuku had been given. “You haven’t even really talked to him yet and you’re letting him buy you with blankets.”

“I’ve talked to him,” Izuku protested from his own pile of fabric, S.A.M. cupped carefully in his hands. His thumb ran gently over the hamster’s back as he chewed on some treats, breaking apart the largest of the pieces to be stored in his cheek pouches before nibbling on the smaller ones. “I told him my name wasn’t Deku.”

“You sure? That’s all I heard your nerds yelling on move-in day. Either way, I like it. You’re Deku.”

“I told him I wasn’t comfortable eating anything he cooked for me yet.”

“‘Fraid I’d poison yah? Don’t worry, Deku. I won’t do anything to you you won’t like.”

“And that I’m allergic to most pollen.”

“Oh shit.” That had gotten an actual apology, the fresh bundle of flowers Katsuki had shown up at his door with quickly tossed like a football across the road. He’d actually looked upset, his normal cocky “So that’s how you want to play it” smirk from his other failed courting gifts gone, leaving Izuku feeling bad as he left. So, when he’d returned a few days later with a soft, beautiful blanket, Izuku couldn’t help but accept.

Every other day saw a new one, the blanket handed over with just a few words and a spike of pleased scent as it was accepted, leaving Izuku with a plethora of fabric.

He should be concerned, he knew that, but there was something sweet about his previously creepy neighbor. Sweet and hot and he just smelled good, and even if Izuku wasn't looking for an alpha, could have his own den and could make his own nest, that didn't necessarily mean he had to reject gifts from someone. Didn't mean he couldn't be attracted, couldn't look and appreciate and enjoy the attention, right?

Right.

Squirming out of his nest, Izuku carefully placed S.A.M. back into his cage, watching as his pet scampered off to add the treat to his food hoard, his golden tufts of fur disappearing under the bedding. Their pizza would be there any moment, and better to be ready than make the poor delivery person wait for him to fight off the blankets when they were already there. The last time he'd made the guy wait had almost resulted in a confrontation between the delivery guy and Katsuki, the alpha about ready to rip out the other man's throat for "being a fucking creep and standing around like a perv."

Pot meets kettle in a Wamino's uniform, but ok.

Though, as Izuku grabbed his wallet and neared the door, he paused at the sound of voices on the other side. Already sure he knew what he would find when he opened the door, Izuku forced away the smile that tried to tug at his lips and allowed the annoyance to cover his face instead. Because he was right; when he opened the door, Katsuki and the pizza guy were in some weird standoff, his and Ochako’s dinner caught up in the crossfire.

“Look, dude, I can’t just give you pizza that isn’t yours,” the delivery man, Dairoji, if Izuku read his name tag correctly, protested, even as he eyed the bills clutched angrily in Katsuki’s fist. “You’re his neighbor, sure, and you claim that you know the guy, but this could just be some ploy to get free shit and I’m not risking my job on that. So you can just back off.”

Oh, he liked the balls on this kid - it was clear he was a beta, the same one from last time if Izuku remembered correctly, but even his duller nose should have been able to pick up the scent of pissed off alpha over the smell of the pizza. Most people would have backed down, found a reason or a way to get out of there, but this kid was standing his ground even though Katsuki had at least half a head on him and a more than decent set of muscles. It was impressive.

But not impressive enough to distract Izuku from the fact that he was hungry.

“If you’re done pissing on my pizza, can I have it, please? Ochako and I are just getting to the good part of the movie.”

“Don’t forget S.A.M.,” Ochako yelled from inside the house, her head poking out from her nest. “He was enjoying those yogurt drops and the drama!”

While Dairoji had the good grace to look cowed being caught, Katsuki just huffed and crossed his arms, his glare never leaving the beta. “Tell this asshole to let me pay for it and then we’ll be all good, Deku. Until then, no.”

“Come on, man, you-”

“I already paid online.” To say Katsuki deflated would be an understatement. His arms dropped, his shoulders drooped, even his hair seemed a bit less spiky. The glare he turned on Izuku seemed almost offended, though his eyebrow raised at the sight of Izuku’s wallet in hand. “I still need to tip.”

Immediately Katsuki shoved a few bills at Dairoji, using his free hand to jerk the pizza free with a growl. To the kids' credit he finally walked away, muttering about "crazy ass possessive alphas," "aggressive courting," and "not getting paid enough for this shit." The moment he was in his car Katsuki relaxed, turning back towards Izuku with his cocksure grin, as if nothing had just happened. He held out the food, puffed up and proud, looking like he expected praise and some kind of reward for providing an already paid for pizza and terrorizing the delivery man again.

He reminded Izuku so much of his aunt’s pomeranian after it ran off the mailman that he couldn’t help but laugh, doubling over as the cackling brought a stitch to his side he had to clutch.

“The fuck, Deku? Am I some joke to you?” Once again the smell of displeased alpha, this time tinged with hurt, buried deep as Katsuki tried to force bravado through his clenched teeth. Shaking his head, Izuku forced a few deep breaths, stepping forward to cup Katsuki’s cheek in one of his palms. He was still giggly, still smiling from his laugh attack, but he forced his words to be as steady as he could make them.

“Not a joke, no, but it’s still funny to see you square off with a college kid for a pizza for me.” A huff was the only response he received as Katsuki finally relinquished the pizza to Izuku, turning on his toes to storm back to his own home. He wasn’t upset, but it was clear he wasn’t happy about how things had turned out. “The blankets,” Izuku called out, just before he turned and disappeared into his own door. “They make really nice nests.”

The smell of pleased alpha was strong and immediate, lingering even after they both returned to their own homes.

“You’re really going to fuck him, aren’t you,” Ochako said, stealing her half of the pizza and digging in. “Blanket whore.”

*~*

Normally Izuku didn’t curse. Iida’s mini heart attacks and not so mini lectures whenever someone swore had basically beaten the practice out of their pack, with very few circumstances deemed “acceptable” by him. Sure, occasionally when in pain a few would slip out, or when a particularly hard video game came around, and on board game night all bets were off, but in general? Not that often.

But fuck heats. Fuck heats and fuck whichever one of their primordial ancestors decided a heat cycle was the most efficient way to breed, because he would find a way to go back in time, find them, and gut them like a fish for making him go through this. It wasn’t even like he could commiserate with Ochako on this - her heats were three days of being uncomfortable every four months, shorter if Tenya was available to fuck the heat out of her. Tsu and her monthly periods seemed more empathetic to his plight, both of their internal organs taking on a mind of their own for breeding.

But either way, none of his pack seemed to get that his preheat was his uterine pouch literally opening, leaving him sore and grouchy and more than ready to stab a bitch if he didn’t get a dick and ice cream in him in the next hour. Not necessarily at the same time, though now that he thought about it... Damn it he was hungry for something, and couldn’t tell what.

And worse was that, normally, he could get through the next few days with porn, heat aids, and enough sugary processed foods to make his mother sick. That had been his process the last few years, since he had broken up with his college boyfriend right before graduation and everything since had either turned out to be a bullshit first date or him just too busy with work and friends and everything else to try and find someone. But now, now there wasn’t just a hot as fuck alpha right next door, there was an interested hot as fuck alpha right next door, one who had been clearly courting him for the last few weeks, and Izuku just knew his normal process wouldn’t work.

He needed that Kat-dick-suki, and if he didn’t get it right then and there, he was going to go feral.

Thankfully he didn’t need to wait long - just like clockwork the alpha stopped by to drop off his latest courting gift, newest scented blanket in hand. Even if Izuku hadn’t seen him make the short walk through the cracks in his curtains, he could smell him through the door. Could smell his strength, could smell his dedication, could smell that dick he’d seen the outline of once when he’d worn nothing but sweatpants to go to the mailbox stands. He didn’t even wait for Katsuki to knock; he just opened the door and pulled him in, slamming the alpha against the wood and used him to close it, pressing his face against his scent gland.

Fuck he smelled good. Already Izuku wanted to claim him, wanted to sink his fangs in and keep the alpha for his own. Something Katsuki didn’t seem opposed to if the pressure against his thigh was anything to go off. Forcing himself to pull back even as his hips ground forward, his own dick rubbing against Katsuki’s thigh, for some level of relief, it was almost infuriating to see that cocky smirk on his lips.

He shifted and rolled his hips directly on Katsuki’s, that smirk immediately falling as he whimpered at the friction, his eyes blowing as the smells of sex and arousal and attraction overwhelmed him.

“There’s a spare key on the hook,” Izuku said lowly, returning his face to Katsuki’s neck. He lapped at the gland, purring at the taste, the smell, the way Katsuki’s hand tightened on his shirt. “Come join me in my nest, or I’ll come get the key when my heat is over. Either way, lock the door.”

A slight nip, dragging his claiming fangs against his skin - “Oh fucking hell” - before pulling back. Already Katsuki looked wrecked, his hand searching behind him for the lock, unable to keep his eyes off of Izuku as he slowly walked away. Each step was watched, cataloged - the motions of a hunter with prey in sight. Eventually his hand found the latch, flipping the deadbolt, making it clear he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

Izuku smiled, lips wide and teeth bared, turning on his toes to lead his chosen alpha to his nest. He wasn’t against being fucked on the table or the floor, maybe a few rounds on the couch, but this first one he wanted in his nest, his first fuck in his first nest in his first den with his chosen mate.

He made it up the stairs and most of the way down the hall to his room before he was caught, Katsuki’s arms wrapped tight around his waist in an almost loving hug before he growled, shifting them so he could press Izuku against the wall, caging him in with his chest and one arm. The other pulled at his clothes, forcing his arms up so his shirt could be pulled over his head, Izuku arching into Katsuki’s eager tongue on his chest while the same hand that had just thrown his shirt somewhere to the side pressed at his pants. Pressed at and into, both of them moaning at the feel of his fingers sliding through the slick that ran between Izuku’s cheeks, soaking through his underwear and down his thighs.

“Fuck, ‘Zuku.”

“Nest, now.”

Katsuki made him wait just long enough for his pants to be pulled off, clothes left in a wet pile in the hall before he lifted him into his arms, Izuku’s thighs hooked over Katsuki’s forearms, his arms around Katsuki's neck, everything open and dripping in a way that left them both a mess. At any other moment he would have been embarrassed, embarrassed about his dick rubbing against Katsuki’s pecks, about his ass dripping slick on his abs, about how he was being held up so easily and could be fucked standing. Now was not any other moment, forcing his own whine as Katsuki walked the last few steps into his room.

While his bed was nice, a good mattress for sleeping that did wonders for his back, his nest was a goddamn masterpiece. Every blanket he'd been gifted had been woven together on top the stain proof pillow base, creating warm walls and a thick floor that was heavenly to lay on. And most likely fuck on, something they would be experimenting with now. Izuku whined again as Katsuki knelt, laying him in the center of the nest, crawling in after him so they were nose to nose, actually facing each other for the first time since Izuku pulled him in.

Katsuki kissed him. Slow and sweet, a change from the pace they'd been going at, the pleased smell of all parties involved sinking into the fabrics around them as they just, for a long moment, kissed. A moment that broke as they kissed and Katsuki's hand reached between them, grabbing Izuku's dick and giving a long, quick stroke, drawing a gasp he took advantage of, moving his lips to Izuku's neck to revenge for the little display earlier.

His mouth found his gland and sucked hard, leaving Izuku keening as Katsuki's hand never stopped stroking, a steady pace that had his hips squirming for more, for a tighter grip, for more speed; it was all just enough to get him close, to have his balls tight and his ass dripping slick like nothing else, but not enough to actually push him over the edge.

"Kat-Kacchan."

Izuku whined as Katsuki moved, because he was stopping, no, this wasn't what he'd wanted, come back. The whine was cut off with a nip to his thigh, his legs spread further apart, and suddenly he couldn't think, could barely breathe, could only focus on the heat around his dick, the tongue and suction working together to somehow pull his brain down his spine and out with his cum, fingers in his ass spreading and crooking and stroking until-

Fuck

There was no mercy, Katsuki kept his fingers right on the prize the moment he found it, rubbing and stroking and circling no matter how much Izuku tried to squirm away, no matter how hard his hips kicked and bucked, Katsuki's unfairly thick forearm holding them still. His fingers kept going and his tongue kept going and his mouth kept going as everything inside Izuku just kept going and going curling tighter and tighter his legs locked around the alpha's head so he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to hands in his hair holding him still as he fucked his mouth the best he could and

He broke.

Izuku sobbed as he came down Katsuki's throat, head tilting back as the tears finally escaped his eyes. Gentle hands helped him lay back into the welcoming plush of the nest, unwrapping his legs from Katsuki's shoulders, his hands from his hair. Again Katsuki was hovering over him, this time using his thumb to wipe some of Izuku's spend from his lips and chin, licking it back into his mouth to leave his hands clean. Katsuki smirked, a smirk that Izuku had to react to - even worn out he still bared his fangs, snapping a little at the guest to his nest. A chuckle Katsuki's only response, leaning down to brush his lips over his cheeks, down the side of his jaw, kissing away the tears.

Kitten licks and little nips down his neck and across his chest brought Izuku back to half chub, had him squirming again before those hands found his hips, helping him to turn over onto his hands and knees. Izuku happily went, spreading himself, looking over his shoulder to watch as Katsuki took himself in hand and lined up the tip. "You ready," Katsuki asked in between kisses down his spine.

"If you're not in me-"

Whatever threat Izuku would have come up with was cut off as Katsuki pushed forward, the head popping in, both of them pausing to enjoy the stretch and the warmth. Slowly Katsuki began to rock his hips, just as much of a grind as a push, slowly feeding himself into Izuku with one hand on his hip, the other coming up to cup his shoulder for leverage.

Only...only that hand didn't curl around his muscles like Izuku expected. Didn't find the support that would let Katsuki set up a demanding rhythm that would leave them both beyond satisfied. No, instead that hand fell between his shoulder blades, gently but insistently pressing down.

That alpha bastard wanted him to present. He wanted him to submit in his own nest. In his own den.

Fuck that noise.

Bending his arms, frowning as Katsuki let out a pleased croon, Izuku pushed up, his legs shifting to throw them both back so Katsuki was on his back in the nest, caught off guard and the wind knocked out of him. It stung, Katsuki's dick having jerked free, bobbing tall and proud between his thighs, but a part of Izuku preened at the sight of the alpha under him, behind him as he repositioned himself and looked over his shoulder, lip curled to show his fangs as he put him in his place.

"You're in my nest, in my den. I'll take your knot how I want."

Dropping down, Izuku's head fell back as he worked Katsuki's dick into himself, quicker than the alpha had been doing so, bouncing and rocking until he was seated on his hips. Gods, he was ruined for his toys. He'd need to go up at least two sizes to get anywhere close to the dick stretching him now, to the beginning of the knot he was lazily grinding down again. Behind him Katsuki was whimpering, swearing, tiny little rolls of his hips as he tried to keep up with Izuku's moves.

"Fuck, 'Zuku, please." Oh, that was something he could get used to, Katsuki begging for him. Maybe later, when he wasn't so needy himself, hard and dripping and aching for that knot.

His thighs set a punishing pace, not giving Katsuki any warning as he pushed up before dropping back down, letting gravity do half the work aa he fucked himself on his dick, enjoying the sight of Katsuki's feet scrambling for purchase on the edge of the nest. Already he could feel the knot beginning to swell, pressing at his rim, sending jolts up his spine as he bounced and clenched down on it. It wouldn't take much more to make Katsuki pop, a quick glance over his shoulder confirming it. He was panting, eyes glazed, one hand twisted in the blanket by his head while the other was on Izuku's hip, steadying him, already looking so fucked out and so ready to cum Izuku was almost impressed he hadn't. Katsuki's own hips were finally in the game now that his feet were firmly planted, thrusting up in time with each of Izuku's drops, pushing them deeper and quicker together, fuck he was close again, everything inside pulsing and tensing and ready to tip over that edge with the alpha with his alpha-

Katsuki was pressed against his back, when he'd sat up Izuku wasn't sure, but with one last thrust his knot caught, the hand that'd been on his hip wrapped around his dick, lips on the nape of his neck as he spilled over Katsuki's hand, over their laps, dick twitching and pulsing as Izuku was filled and plugged, hot and thick and no where to go but for it to keep going in.

It would have been unpleasant otherwise, the slight buldge in his stomach Katsuki rubbed with his clean hand, his other preoccupied by his mouth as he licked it clean, but right now all Izuku could do was lean back and enjoy. Enjoy the warm hands that rubbed his stomach and thighs, that turned his head for kisses that tasted of himself, enjoy the way they carefully shifted so they were spooning, careful not to upset the knot still lodged in his ass.

"I think I'll keep you," Izuku muttered sleepily, snuggling back into the warm arms wrapped around him, one hand drawing comforting swirls on his swollen stomach. "Maybe having an alpha in my den won't be so bad."

"I'll make it the best you can imagine."

*~*

For a moment, just a moment, Izuku was worried he would regret his decision the next morning. He'd been doing so well, doing all of this for himself, did he really need some alpha coming along and ruining it?

His worries were reassured by the sight of S.A.M.'s playpen set up on the kitchen counter, Katsuki talking to his pet while cooking breakfast, feeding him little pieces of cheese and vegetables as he worked. "Don't tell your dad I said this," the alpha said quietly, running his finger gently down the hamster's back, "but you're almost as disgustingly cute as he is."

Yeah, no, he was keeping him.

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Some Kind of Salvation - ch 1

A fantasy and A/B/O AU FOR bakudeku

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The wildlanders are back! Did you hear?”

“They’re early this year, wow!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#fanfic #mha fic #mha fanfic #bakudeku #bnha fanfic #bnha bakudeku #bakudeku fic #i wrote this!#if you want more find me on AO3 #abo #A/B/O dynamics #A/B/O #alpha/beta/omega verse #omegaverse #fantasy au #food insecurity #tw: food insecurity

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lex-play · 1 year ago

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Light My Soul on Fire pt 8

~*~

Katsuki did, in fact, have to call the hag for new slacks. The pair he had was much too small for him now. Much to his embarrassment, he couldn’t even pull them up past his thighs. The damn sneaky witch kept her cool over the phone, but as soon as he said bye, he heard her screeching for his father and knew that she’d be bombarding him with questions in no time.

“How are you, son?” His dad asked when Katsuki got to their house.

“M’good,” Katsuki said. He was somewhat on edge. He’d expected the hag to divebomb him as soon as he set foot in their house. The fact that she hadn’t was… concerning. She hadn’t even been the one to answer the door, and he didn’t see or hear her anywhere. “Where’s the witch?”

“Your mother is in the basement,” Masaru said with a snort. “You haven’t asked us to make you clothes in quite a while. I think she’s excited.”

Katsuki sighed. “I haven’t needed anything since the last time I asked.”

“I figured as much,” Masaru led Katsuki into the kitchen. “You only asked for casual clothes the last time.”

His tone was curious, but Bakugou Masaru wasn’t pushy. He knew that pushing Katsuki to talk would do the opposite of what he wanted, so he was content to wait at least a bit.

“Tea?”

Katsuki nodded and sat at the table with a sigh.

“How’ve you guys been?”

His father looked delighted as he immediately launched into a ramble about their fashion line and the recent happenings. For a moment Katsuki was reminded of Izuku, and he bit his lip to keep the grin off of his face. No need to give the old man anything to gossip with the hag about later.

Katsuki wasn’t sure how much time had passed when an unholy screech came from the basement stairs.

“Masa! Is the brat here yet?!”

Katsuki groaned and dropped his head into his hands as he heard his mother stomp up the stairs. He… may or may not have been stalling. It’s not that he didn’t want to see his mother or get the measurements and shit over with, he just knew how she was. When she wanted to know something she would pick and prod and poke at him, in this case possibly literally, until she learned everything she wanted to know. And like he told Kirishima, he didn’t want to jinx anything.

“Sorry Suki, I’ve been hogging him a little,” Katsuki’s dad chuckled. His mom’s face was completely unamused when she turned the corner into the kitchen.

“I’m down in the workshop sweating my tits off and going through fabrics, meanwhile you two chucklefucks are up here having a goddamn tea party,” she scoffed. The twitch to her lip gave her away.

“Nobody told you to start before I even got here, hag,” Katsuki snapped with a snort and a roll of his eyes.

“Oh fuck off,” she said. Katsuki flipped her off, the normalcy of the interaction causing him to relax almost against his will.

“You ready then?”

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

Katsuki followed her down into the basement which doubled as a workshop for when one of his parents (or both of them on occasion) had personal projects they wanted to work on. Without being prompted, he stripped off his sweats, folded his tank top up so his midriff was bare, and moved to the raised platform that was set up.

“Nice to know you remember how this works.”

Katsuki snorted.

“I only did this once or twice a year for the first two decades of my fucking life.”

His parents would never let him wear shit off the rack or mass produced. At one point the hag had literally told him she’d rather die.

“Yeah yeah.”

A tape measure suddenly wrapped around Katsuki’s hips and he almost jumped. He’d kind of expected the interrogation to come before the measuring.

“So,” ah, there it was. “Why’d you need slacks all of a sudden?”

Katsuki shrugged one shoulder lightly, trying to keep still.

“Katsuki.”

He huffed. “I’m not even sure,” he muttered, hoping she would leave it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that lucky.

Mitsuki’s hands paused for just a moment where she’d stretched the tape measure down the outside of his leg.

“What do you mean?”

Katsuki sighed and did his best to keep from shifting uncontrollably, lest he be stabbed with a pin. It had happened before.

“I mean it’s a fuckin’ surprise.”

“You’re letting someone take you someplace where you need to dress up and you don’t even know where you’re going?”

“Yes,” Katsuki snapped.

The resulting silence had katsuki on edge. His mom came into view, her eyes on where she was measuring, and he was surprised to see a soft smile on her face.

“Can I at least know the name of the person who’s charmed my notoriously difficult son?” She eventually asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Why would I do that? So you can go run another goddamn background check?”

Mitsuki sighed. “That was one time.”

“It was three times actually but nice fucking try.”

She groaned and Katsuki scoffed.

“I promise I won’t run a background check.”

Katsuki eyed her critically. “I’m supposed to just take your word?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

No. No she hadn’t.

Katsuki sighed. “Midoriya Izuku.”

Mitsuki stiffened, her brows furrowed.

“What?” Katsuki snapped. That was not the reaction he’d expected. He’d expected smugness from getting him to talk about someone he liked. Or even curiosity about the person he liked.

Not this guarded wariness.

At his tone Mitsuki shook her head.

“It’s nothing. What are they like?”

Katsuki eyed his mother with frustration. He knew she had something on her mind, but he also knew she wouldn’t fess up if she didn’t want to. He was the same, after all. So instead of pushing like he wanted to, Katsuki huffed and told his mom about how he met the omega.

If it was important, she’d tell him.

~*~

A little peek into the Bakuhouse. Wonder why Mitsuki got all weird when she found out Izuku’s name. 👀

Also to anyone who’s new to this fic it is gonna be an accidental inc*st fic so pls take care of yourselves. I’d tag it but idk how this place is with that kinda stuff and I don’t want my work removed. 😅

I also have update goals for my fics! The kofi goal for this one is up.

#mha fanfic writer #bkdk #bkdk fanfic #bkdk fic #omegaverse #omega midoriya izuku #enigma bakugou katsuki #quirkless au #bkdkfanfic #eventual nsft #light my soul on fire #LMSOF #Mitsuki’s actin kinda funny 👀#wonder why

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winteristired · 1 year ago

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢’𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩'𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘈 𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰. 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘴, 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘙𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯��𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦.

𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘢’𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 ��𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

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A/N: This story is a self-insert x shigaraki if you don't like self-insert, y/n and dark theme content this isn't for youuuu!! It's for me personally since I thought about it for a while so I finally wrote about this, I hope y'all don't find me too boring in this story. 18+ no minors or antis, maps interact with my contacts GO AWAY!! I'll post this every Thursday not this Thursday but the next one!! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。*edit* I changed my quirk a bit so it's not a touching type of quirk but eye contact means that the reader can't look at people in the eyes so I do apologize for anyone who got confused by it.

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Living a boring life as a 26 year old woman, I would wake up to feed my cute dogs as I sat down to watch YouTube on television. It's like a hamster running on its wheel, everything repeats and it's the same.

My life isn't as perfect as the others, it's like a roller coaster sometimes. I enjoy my time alone by watching anime and gushing over fictional characters online.

Most importantly tomura shigaraki, I couldn't help but smile whenever I see him on screen while I scroll on YouTube. I would gush over his voice and the way he talks in it.

I giggle whenever it's shown a video of him talking in his gaming references.

Man I love him so much, I thought to myself as I scroll away to see crochet Tiktok or tutorials on how to make cute items.

I pouted as I thought about it. Maybe I should crotchet outside and make a cute little bag with flowers, I smile happily.

I get up to walk into my room, I bring my bag that has my material as I went to get the yarns that I want to use.

Once I get a good handful of yarns, I begin to walk outside to look at the sky. It's a bit cloudy then usually as I walk towards a chair with a nice shade underneath my tree.

I begin to crochet quietly and watch the neighbors do their work. It was calm and relaxing weather today.

Suddenly I feel a drop of rain on my hair as I look up, maybe it won't rain as bad.

I continue to focus on my project as I ignore the rain. It was getting a bit bad as I quickly put my project away and started to run towards the door.

A sudden flash of light hit my view, costing me to close my eyes tight and ringing in my ears… Am I dead?!? as I fell over onto a cement… weird, I should feel the hard ground of dirt why is it hard and why am I hearing people talking?!?

I slowly raise my head up to witness a group of people standing around me. What I notice off the bat is that it's not realistic but it's like something that you feel is uncanny.

Everyone looked like cartoon characters and I noticed there was a mall that had a hero merch.

I immediately recognize the hero as it has all might… could this be.. no it can't be, I sat upwards as I began to look around my surroundings.

There were heros rusting in and asking me questions, it felt so surreal and it hurt my brain.

How… Can a simple thunder send me here in their universe!? I started to breathe heavily, feeling like it's a twilight zone.

I grip my hair as I curl into a ball, this isn't happening but this is what you wanted right?

You get to be someone in this universe then your old boring life, I begin to blink a few times to notice my belongings aren't with me.

What the hell? Where is my bag and everything??? Then I hear a familiar voice coming in, he has a concerned gentle voice.

“ Are you alright ma'am? ” I immediately look up to see izuku midoriya standing in front of me. It feels so bizarre, there is no way in hell. I can't look him in the eyes, everything feels and looks weird as I try not to freak out.

I slowly get off the floor, I clean myself off as I said.” I-I’m okay thank you young man.” is this the first season?? because izuku looks like he's wearing a black outfit and golden button as I witness the hero taking down a big villain that has deep brown hair as people were gathering toward mt lady while kamui woods looks a bit annoyed by this.

“ y-yeah you fell over on the ground costing everyone to be worried about you. ” he awkwardly put a hand on his neck as he chuckled as I stood still. Does this affect the story of this universe? It feels so wrong talking to him and knowing what happened in the manga.

“ yeahh… I'm doing fine-.” wait do I have a quirk in this universe, I gotta have a quirk.

Hopefully it is useful, people are more interested in the hero than a random stranger falling to the floor as I try anything.

Izuku tilts his head a bit confused by what I'm doing as I throw hands in the air or something like a power move..

“ What are you doing? ” I stop as I look at him but not directly as I think of something that isn't crazy.

“ uhh… I'm trying to see if I have a quirk but nothing is working. '' his eyes widened in an optimistic way.

“ oh!! Maybe you have something to do with contact kind of quirk?? Are you quirkless? ” I tilt my head as I think, it could be like a normal quirk or it could be like shigaraki's quirk. Where I accidentally hurt someone and that is izuku as I try to stay calm.

“ uhh I'm not sure… to be honest. ” I don't know how to tell someone that I'm not in this world or don't belong here.

“ Uhhm do you have a paper or pencil? ” he nodded his head as he pulled a piece of paper out.

I put my hand out as he put the paper on my palm, nothing happened okay so it's not like decay quirk as I sighed in relief.

“ mhmm how about you use it on me ma'am? ” I tilt my head with confusion as he begins to wave his hands fast.

“ no.. I meant to use my hand. ” I shake my head as I apologize to him, I hold my breath.

“ What if it hurts you? ” I had a worried look as izuku has a hopeful expression.

“ I mean it didn't affect the paper, it would be-..” he started to mumble as I forgot he does this sometimes as I waited patiently and he started to apologize quickly.

“ oh my goodness I'm sorry miss, I-I tend to have a habit of doing that. ” I smile gently as I said.

“ you're fine, I tend to have it too when I'm hyper focused about something. ” he sighs in relief as he puts his hand out.

“ Whenever you're ready, miss.” I begin to hold my breath as I put my hand on top of his..

Nothing works, alright I'll try looking at him-... As we make eye contact as I pause for a second as I look at midoriya.

He looked at me strangely as he had a doopy silly smile and pulled me close into a hug as I gasped out loud.

What the hell?? Why is he acting like this so suddenly?

“ I'm in love with youuuu ma'am~!! ” oh… does this mean my quirk is.. something to do with love? Or maybe it's a yandere lovestruck type of quirk.

I shake him out of it and he blink a few times.

“ uhh w-what happened? ” I feel my cheeks getting red from embarrassment as I awkwardly laugh.

“ I think my quirk is lovestruck because you hugged me and said that you're in love with me so I can't make eye contact with anyone.”

“ in l-love?? That…” he gasps from this as he writes it down in his notebook fast.

“ incredible!! That quirk sounds so interesting and puts people in a mindset where they can't remember anything afterwards-. ” hearing him mutter about the possibilities of my quirk as I start to feel nervous so I can't make eye contact with others, this is gonna be a challenge .

I start to think about the possibilities as I put my thumb on my lips. A lovestruck quirk sounds harmless to others but I can't imagine if I accidentally look at the wrong person, will it be a dangerous individual or…

I widen my eyes as I pause for seconds since I know shigaraki and every character exists. What if I accidentally stare at him, will he be fully yandere towards me?

No that's possible, this is crazy… Everything feels so bizarre, I need to get home asap.

“ ma'am? ” I don't look directly at Midoriya but with confusion as I noticed him holding his nose as if I smell bad, I don't think I smell… okay now I feel self-conscious about it.

“ you should get patches on your neck, you don't want an alpha to bite your neck..”

Not only I'm in my hero academia universe but it's an omegaverse, this couldn't get any better..

#mha #bnha #anime #shigaraki tomura #x reader #chubby reader #fanfic #minors dni #smut #dead dove fanfics #omegaverse universe #mha au #self insert #this fanfic is written for me basically 😏#i get to have my own harem and simp fictional men 🫣#shigaraki x chubby reader

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polonium-snap · 2 months ago

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Fic rec for your bkdkbk post-canon woes

Now that MHA is over I've been satisfying my bkdkbk needs with fics like one does, so I made this fic rec of the best fanfics I've read over the past few months. Unintentionally most of them are rated E, idk why, if you want more fics, feel free to check my ao3 bookmarks, I have over 1000 bkdk fics bookmarked

DISCLAIMER: Please check the tags and warnings thoroughly before reading any of the fics here

Multichapter:

You Gave Me Purpose, Kacchan by wowschreave | Rated T | Post-canon

The first in what I call the "Post-canon holy trinity" I've already talked about this one so much but I'll do it again because this is THE post-canon fic, plus it has amazing, beautiful, wonder-who-made-this-masterpiece ART lol

promises kept by gabstar | Rated E | Post-canon | BKDK

The second instalment of the Post-canon trinity, starring co-depended BKDK which is one of my favorite flavors

Count to Infinity by socksasgloves | Rated T | Post-canon | BKDK

The completion of the holy trinity with more Post-canon goodness because it's what I crave on a cold night

The night we decided to be brave by Albipepo | Rated E | BKDKBK | Accidental parents

I love this one so much, I hated both of them for being stupid half of the time but it's so so worth it

i'm not myself when i'm without you by YunaTuna | Rated M (but I would rate it E) | Possesive BKDK

This one is so interesting and dark, I'm obsessed with possessive Deku and this hits all the right marks and more

And the world went still by Saiyasha | Rated E | BKDK | (temporary) Mayor Character Death | Established relationship

GUT-WRENCHING, this one hits so hard, I nearly died, but it thankfully has a happy ending

Kacchan vs the Internet by palavering | Rated T | Soc Med

This one is not complete but read it read it please it's so good, and the social media aspect is so peak, like I can rave for hours on how well the author uses CSS

Baby Bottles and Blushing Faces by derDschungelderRosen | Rated T

Baby Project is a classic but I adore this take on the idea so much, plus it's hilarious

keep the rain by gheemin | Rated T | Post-canon

I adore how introspective this one is, it also overwhelmed me with feels

Fake it, 'till you make it. by Princess_ofPizza | Rated M| Charades

Drinking games are always bad ideas, unless you're bkdk in which case carry on

Inhibitionless by Sonday | Rated E | Quirk shenanigans

Horny quirks are the best

You Had Me From the Start by bellbloom | Rated E| BKDK| Artist x Bartender AU

As an artist myself Artist!Izuku scratches an itch I didn't know I had

A Starving Artist's Success by StevieBanks | Rated M | BKDK | Artist x Fashion designer AU

Which is why I have two fics with artist Deku, also kind of a meet-cute

Unraveled by omicroncet | Rated M | BKDK |

Three words; sleep deprived Izuku

One-shots:

love in the making by Kacchdeku | Rated G | Post-Canon | BKDK

Third-wheel Kota is the best

Sturdy Heart by lurethegalaxy | Rated T | Post-canon| Established Relationship

Angsty but so so so good

pacemaker by passengerside | Rated T | Post-war | Canon-compliant

The pacemaker scene has me dead, ascending, AND there's art?!!

The Eight Years Between by Loriqod | Rated T | Post-canon | Established relationship

I love when fics fill in the gaps of the canon content

Embers by UglyGreenJacket | Rated T | Post-canon | angst with a happy ending | Established relationship

My poor baby Izuku needs a hug, thankfully Katsuki is there to give it to him

king of hearts by nikkiRA | Rated E | Quirk shenanigans

This quirk is so creative and cute and I love that it also includes their other classmates reactions

crepe date by isidium | Rated T | Fluff

'Cause we all think about that one crepe comment Izuku made one (1) time and so does Katsuki

chasing the rabbit by mimiwrites | Rated T | Amnesia

Even more Quirk shenanigans because those are always so fun

love is a labour (i'll slave til the end) by nikkiRA| Rated E| Omegaverse| DKBK

I love LOVE Omega! Katsuki and you can take him from my cold dead hands

Talk After Talk by beanbeanrose | Rated T | Post-war

This is just them talking but i love it so much

GG by MajestyTime | Rated T | Crack treated seriously

This one is all over the place but in a good way, it played off as a laugh but it has a very interesting what-if scenario

If I'm Being Honest by Queen_of_the_Otakus | Rated M | Truth serum (kinda)

Forced truth situations are so funny because it's never that deep but everyone still freaks out

Thanks for reading!!! Hope you guys like the fics I chose

#katsudeku #bakudeku #izuku x bakugo #decchan #katsuki x izuku #dekubaku #bakudeku art #bakugo x deku #bkdk #bakudeku au #bkdk fic #bnha bkdk #bkdkbk #bkdk fic rec #dkbk #dkbkdk

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eggcompany · 8 months ago

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Virgin's First Popped Knot Part 1

Shinsou goes to Aizawa to learn how mating really works. Aizawa and Hizashi give him a live demonstration. Hitoshi however hasn't ever had a knot and he hasn't ever popped a knot before and this is his first time with a heating omega. Thankfully Shota and 'Zashi are very good teachers. (No student x teacher. No underaged.)

“See if you sit back on your own heels, you can feel the either dense wall that seals off the channel or the rim of the channel if they’re in full fertile heat or the soft thin wall of they’re in infertile heat. Right now since Hizashi’s not nearing a heat, his wall is thick and dense. It does still feel nice, doesn’t it?” Aizawa explained to the young hero as he shifted his weight onto his butt which rested on his heels. He looked down at his husband who looked rather bored.

Hizashi smiled and nodded.

“Yep. Feels like when you get your feet rubbed.” Hizashi said and Shinsou looked confused.

All of it was so confusing

He’d come to Aizawa, his hero course teacher and idol, for advice about how to knot. However Aizawa tried to explain to him but he’d called Hizashi and they decided to give him an in person demonstration. It wasn’t uncommon to ask your ‘guide’ to physically show you how to knot or handle a heat. Most of the teachers were licensed guides for young adults or adolescents. However Hitoshi wasn’t confident or brave enough to ask anyone else for help.

Now here he was, sitting in Hizashi’s radio chair that they rolled over to the bed, paying attention closely as his teacher talked like he wasn’t balls deep in another guy.

“Does it not- um does it not like feel like good? Like um arousing?” Shinsou asked. He’d gotten over being embarrassed when Aizawa had told him about Omega pre-heat purges and binges. (Omegas basically ‘clearing their systems’ and then eating all heat.) He’d tried to ask any questions that had come to mind.

“Not really. Now there’s a spot a little- oof! Yeah there! A little closer to the entrance that feels really good!” Hizashi said and smiled a little breathlessly. As Aizawa pulled his hips back, dragging his cock along Hizashi's prostate.

“Everyone has that though. It’s called your prostate and yes even alphas have them. They’re similar to a female g-spot. It doesn’t take much to hit it either. On either side of it are the slick glands so if your partner isn’t slicking without a little encouragement, it’s easy to stimulate with your fingers, or gently with just the tip of your penis. Usually if you want to tell them where it is, it’s half way up their cock, and the size of their thumb.” Aizawa explained and then showed Shinsou. Aizawa reached up and took both of his thumbs and placed them on either side of Hizashi's small cock, right in the middle.

Shinsou nodded, that was something he’d never heard about. He thought it’d be much… bigger. He’d watched a lot of porn and it always seemed like something that should be a large target of a sort.

“See even out of heat a bit of stimulus and they give. I’ll bring you some wipes when we’re done, sorry honey.” Aizawa said as he reached down and gathered some slick that was starting to bead around his cock. He wiped his fingers, once showing Shinsou, onto his discarded underwear.

“It’s fine. No harm no foul.” Hizashi mumbled as Shinsou intently watched his hole. He noticed that Aizawa’s cock was at a rather extreme angle, pointing up into Mister Yamada s hole and not…. Straight. Not just in.

“But what if it’s too much pressure there? Like if you, hypothetically, have a kinda thin… skinny partner. Wouldn’t it hurt their stomachs?” Shinsou asked. He knows his cock is big. Big for a seventeen year old. And well… if he was gonna share a bed with Denki… he didn’t want to hurt his hopefully to be mate. Even through the muscles of Mister Yamada’s stomach there was a bit of a bump.

“Well I wouldn’t know. You know everything you say to us right now we will not hold against you or anyone else you mention.” Aizawa said when he saw the panic on Shinsou's face. Shinsou breathed deeply for a second and thought it over. It’s best to get all questions answered properly.

“Um… it’s Denki Kaminari… we’ve been dating since I got to the hero course. We won’t do it in the dorms! We got a place at a hotel… um but I don’t wanna hurt him by doing.. that .” Shinsou said and pointed to where Hizashi was laying on his back with his hips pulled up to sit on Aizawa's. It was an odd position but he’d seen it in porn and he knows it’s common.

“Oh yes, young Denki is quite thin. Perhaps not this position then. Hizashi can you just present for me please?” Aizawa said after thinking of it. The young blonde was NOT a person he thought the lavender headed boy fancied. But he understood, loud blondes are a type.

Hizashi pulled at where Aizawa was grasping his thigh and pulled.

“Yeah yeah, lemme have my legs.” He said as Aizawa pulled himself out of Hizashi's wet hole. Shinsou thought that Mister Yamada would be a good guide for Denki. Someone who was thin and had lots of experience.

Hizashi rolled to his stomach and then got on his hands and knees on their bed. His back was straight for a moment before Aizawa rubbed his calf. Then his back dipped and arched.

‘ Wow… real presenting. I wonder how long they’ve done this…’ Shinsou thought as he looked at how relaxed and calm they both were. They must have been guides for years now.

“This is usually what comes most naturally but if not it’s easy to manipulate. Hands and knees at first. It’s easiest to perform any foreplay and to stimulate the slick glands here. They can either be up on their hands, like this, or down on their elbows.” Aizawa explained as Hizashi dropped down so he was down on his elbows, arms crossed in front of him. “Thank you Hizashi. When the actual coupling begins, you should be up either on your knees, some prefer to stand if they’re quite a bit shorter than their partner, see how I’m not quite even?” Aizawa said as Hizashi yawned and rolled one of his ankles, relaxing deeper into the position. Aizawa moved to stand up on his knees and scoot to be in between Hizashi’s spread legs. Aizawa had shorter legs than the blonde so the omega’s hole was higher than his cock.

“Ye-yessir” Shinsou said . This was the position he’d seen the most. A breeding stance. If you wanted babies you did this. This was a baby making pose. He felt dirty being there while they were in this position. He almost laughed at himself because of the thought because it was so… childish to think like that. Everyone who got heat or rut was shown this pose and the meaning of mating and he was blushing like a cherry just seeing it.

“Easily fixed. Simply spread their knees out a bit more and that brings their bottom lower. If they get a bit uncomfortable because of how they’re spread, offer a pillow to support. Or two.” Aizawa explained and pushed Hizashi's knees with his hands so the other man’s ass was a bit lower than his cock. He then pulled two pillows from the head of the bed to put under the omegas stomach and hips.

Hizashi let the cushions at his weight.

“Thank you.” Hizashi mumbled and laid his head on his arms. It was nice laying here after a long hard day at work. His mate smelled nice and happy, his nest was clean, and he had just eaten dinner and showered. His alpha took such good care of him. Hizashi knew that young Hitoshi was a calmer, more timid young man so it was all the better if he himself stayed nice and calm. Lucky enough that was easy for Hizashi right then.

“It’s your duty to make sure they’re comfortable and that they also enjoy it. That’s why it’s so important to make sure they’re slicking properly. If you feel them tensing or their slick glands start throbbing, immediately stop and ask if anything’s wrong. Slick glands are usually extremely sensitive during heat. Most people will freely slick during heat but if they grow sore from nervousness during sex they can tear and that is… horrible. You never want to tear a slick gland.” Aizawa explained and pushed himself back into Hizashi's wet hole, all the way over his knot. Aizawa rubbed at Hizashi's hip for a moment while speaking.

“Okay, um… Mister Aizawa?” Shinsou asked, amazed at the way Mister Yamada stretched so easily over Mister Aizawa's… huge knot.

“Yes Hitoshi? You can just ask.” Aizawa said in a more teacherly nice voice. He was trying to make it easy for young Hitoshi to just ask any questions. He’d been a guide for a dozen years, and in his opinion Shinsou was doing very well.

“Um… I’ve never um I’ve never popped a knot before .” Shinsou whispered and leaned forward and looked at Aizawa's eyes. Hizashi almost awed, boy’s usually popped their first knot during eighth, ninth grade. Not their fourth year of highschool. Shinsou’s anxiety probably delayed him.

“Who’s going to be your guide if you’re at a hotel? One of the graduated students? Denki’s mother?” Aizawa questioned. A first coupling and a first knot? No wonder Shinsou needed to ask for help. Usually an older friend or mother of the omega would be their guide.

Shinsou looked down nervously, picking at his hands.

“we don’t have a guide.” He mumbled. They knew they needed one but Denki's mom was busy and they didn’t know any upperclassman or graduates that liked them or that they trusted.

“Hitoshi, you should know better. We’re both licensed but we understand if you’d-“ Aizawa scolded but was cut off by the young hero.

“Will Mister Yamada talk to Denki cause he’s really nervous too but he wouldn’t come ask for you to show him how to do this.” Shinsou said quickly while looking down at where his teachers were still connected. It was strange being scolded by a man who was linked to his mate.

“Yeah. Yeah we’ll be your guides. It’s a great idea to have both an alpha and omega guide if it’s your first knot. Give us a date, we'll have everything ready.” Aizawa said after Hizashi nodded tiredly.

“Yeah, I’ll help Young Kaminari. Now I am beat, so go talk alpha shit in the living room.” Hizashi said and kicked Aizawa in the butt.

#egg_company #fanfic #fanfiction #alpha/beta/omega au #mha aizawa #shoto aizawa #aizawa shouta #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #denki kaminari #denki x shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #mha denki #omega denki #alpha hitoshi #smut tag #omegaverse fic #omegaverse

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