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[tteokdoroki]

I just think it would be cool if Jock Yuji and and Weird girl reader got the whole school roped into their shenanigans.

omg yeah!! like i think everyone on campus would always know what they’re up to, especially since yuuji is like the college’s star athlete. even if you don’t like to be in the limelight, yuuji can’t help but to blab about all the cool n ‘weird’ stuff that you do n somehow it gets people interested?

suddenly you have yuuji’s friends showing up at your dorm for really niche meet ups that the deans think are massive ragers when really you’re just like,, crafting or something?? n everyone gets kicked out wearing jewellery that you made together or really and crochet wear LOL

[eldritch-spouse]

How would Krulu, Miara or saidars in general feel about lessors (somehow) becoming as powerful as them or becomes a god in their own right?

Inconceivable.

Unacceptable.

Something that must be stopped at all costs. As well as an opinion shared by both Krulu and Miara.

Letting humans become that powerful is like giving a monkey a machine gun.

Humanity would have the tools of gods at their disposal but neither the maturity nor the comprehension with which to properly use them.

It is more likely that we destroy universes than furnish them the way siadar do.

Fret not, for even if the astsar siadar fail to hold their ambitious creation back, another force will restore order.

[forgetmenightshadevn]

So is there like actual magic attached to these rituals or is it like more of a cult thing?

I'm SO SORRY for the belated reply.

There is actually both witch work and cultists in the game. However, magic will be handled in a fairly sedate manner, as close to reality as we can manage. There will be rituals and spells with results, but nobody is throwing fireballs around.

So as far as Word of God goes, Arthur's rituals and spells DO work, they are real. But we are doing our best to write the occurrences in such a way that if you (or your MC) want to believe that it's coincidence or the result of an unreliable narrator, that interpretation wouldn't be impossible.

The rest is under a cut for (possible) spoilers

For example, if you were to attempt to flee from Arthur in one route, you might find yourself feeling sick or unable to breathe when you get too far away from him. This WOULD be the result of a spell, but it would be written in such a way that you can believe the MC just had a very poorly timed panic attack.

[craftycheetah]

fever pt.2

last

CW: fingering, heats, ruts, biting, knotting, unprotected sex, doggystyle, missionary, oral (f receiving), fighting, mild blood, harassment

Taglist: @pharaohanubis0​ @alsodynamigari​

WC: 14.6k

mina opens the door for katsuki, playfully swooning at his white shirt stretched across his chest. “you look yummy.”

“don’t say that. where’s tiny?”

“y/n~” mina calls to your bedroom door but there’s no response. “one sec.”

katsuki watches her skip to your room, shutting the door. he hears both of you talk back and forth until mina shoves you out of the room.

“you look fine, stop worrying.”

you look up at katsuki and turn around in embarrassment. “oh my god he looks so good and i look terrible!”

you’re wearing a pastel pink plaid skirt with white long sleeve scoop neck shirt paired with white chunky wedges and thigh high socks to tie it all together. all bought by katsuki and maybe a little too casual for a fashion show and dinner.

“no you don’t, you look so cute,” mina grins.

you inhale deeply and turn back around to face katsuki. “okay, hi.”

‘fuck, she looks cute.’

“i like your hair,” he comments.

you touch your braids. “are you making fun of me for what happened with the whole hair thing when we met?”

katsuki’s alpha yells at him for the comment. “no, i mean it. your hair looks nice with the curls at the end.”

“thank you, katsuki,” you smile.

katsuki holds out his hand. “are you ready?”

you nod and let out a slight purr as you take his hand and walk out the door with him.

“have fun! don’t do anything i wouldn’t do!” mina calls out as you walk to the elevator.

you giggle and nod as katsuki rolls his eyes. “i heard there’s not much she wouldn’t do,” he mutters.

“she’s very experimental,” you laugh and press the button on the panel.

“have you two ever…?” he trails off vaguely.

your face heats up as you look away. “w-why would you ask me that?”

“she was really comfortable taking your heat toy out.”

“ mina’s my best friend and we’ve been through a lot together.”

“so…”

you huff. “there was that one time after this guy dumped me like a week before my heat a few years ago. but that’s it, i swear!”

katsuki’s alpha growls lowly at the thought of someone else touching you but he holds it back since you trust mina. he kisses your cheek and smirks to himself when you get slightly flustered. 

“good. my parent’s show starts in about half an hour,” he tells you as you both step outside.

“sounds good. where’s the show, anyway?”

“nakagi hotel.”

you gasp loudly at the name. “the nakagi hotel?!”

nakagi hotel was so high end only big shots and celebrities got to stay there.

“i’ve always wanted to go there,” you squeal and hold his hand, bouncing excitedly. “i heard the restaurant grows their own veggies on the roof. is that true?”

“i dunno, probably.”

“do the chandeliers twinkle like stars?”

he shrugs. “maybe.”

you squeal again and hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’m so excited! thank you katsuki!” you stretch on your toes—despite your heels he’s still annoyingly taller than you—to plant kisses on his cheeks and jaw.

“hey hey, you’re covering me with your sticky ass lip gloss!” he protests.

“oh. sorry,” you mumble, retracting your hands.

‘shit.’ “maybe a couple more…”

“yay!” you give him one last kiss, this one a little longer than the others, and rub your cheek on his collar despite your scent patch.

“why do you wear that stupid thing?” he scoffs. and opens the passenger door for you.

“i don’t want alphas to go into a frenzy,” you explain. “omegas are required by law to wear them in public spaces.”

“you don't gotta worry about them when i'm with you. besides,” he trails off, lifting your scent patch and taking a deep whiff, letting out a deep growl-like rumble. “the only alpha who should smell you is me.”

you feel your face heat up as he pulls away and starts the car.

“katsuki, don’t do that!” you whine, covering your face.

“but you smell so good. like a freshly baked butterscotch cookie.”

“you smell nice too. like.” you smell his neck. “like making caramel by a fire.”

‘omega likes our scent. claim her!’

he shakes his head to get rid of the thought. “we’re gonna be late.”

“ooh this is gonna be so much fun!”

katsuki chuckles at your enthusiasm and pulls out of the curb, driving towards the hotel.

*

your eyes widen as you look around the massive lobby.everything bathes it warm light that makes the white walls shine. “wow, it's so pretty,” you marvel.

“close your jaw pretty girl before you catch flies,” katsuki chuckles.

“everythings just so fancy—ooh look at the chandelier!” you point upwards.

“yeah, it's very shiny. c'mon before we're late.”

you look over at him and grab his hand. “lead the way,” you chime, happily letting him lead you outside into the garden.

you ‘ooh’ at the set up, standing next to the raised glass runway lit up by soft blue lights. “pretty.”

‘you’re prettier,’ he thinks.

“katsukiiiiiii!” a shrill voice calls from somewhere down the grass. “katsuki is that you?!”

“shit,” he sighs, subtly letting out irritated pheromones.

“what’s wrong?” you ask.

“my hag.”

“hag?”

“katsuki bakugou, you have some nerve coming here and not letting me know—oh! i didn’t know we had another model. she’s kind of short but i have the perfect outfit she can wear,” a tall woman that looks like a gender-bent, carbon copy of katsuki. “why do you smell stressed?”

“i’m fine,” he growls before calming down when you try to hide behind him and let out soft, calming pheromones.

she grasps your wrist. “come dear, let’s get you dressed.”

“i’m not a model, ma’am,” you squeak out.

“no? but you look like one.”

“she’s with me,” katsuki speaks up and pulls you close to him.

“hmm? oh. oh! i see, so how did you meet this one? in one of your little clubs like the last one?”

“shut up, hag, she’s different,” katsuki grumbles.

“but i did meet you in a club…”

“that’s beside the point. you’re different,” he says to you. 

“it’s not that big a deal,” you reassure him then turn to the woman. “i’m just a plus one. it’s nice to meet you.”

“you too. i’m katsuki’s mother, mitsuki.”

“...are you sure? you just…you look really good.” 

“oh, you're so sweet! katsuki, are you sure you found her in your club?”

“let’s go sit down,” he grumbles, softly tugging you along.

“bye mrs. bakugou,” you smile as she watches you follow katsuki to your reserved seats. 

‘she seems nice, and he looks happy,’ mitsuki thinks as she watches katsuki look fondly at you while helping you sit, draping an arm over your shoulder. ‘im happy for him.’

about ten minutes later the show began as the lights along the runway lit up and started swirling around the glass.

‘ladies and gentlemen, people of all presentations, welcome to sakura sunset.”

the models all walk up and down the runway one after another. you look up at them and gasp in wonder at the detailed sunset coloured outfits. ‘so pretty,’ you think.

you notice one of the male models wink at you as he walks past in an orange and brown outfit.

‘oh…’ you think as your cheeks warm before chirping softly when katsuki pulls you closer and kisses the top of your scent patch, side-eyeing the other alpha as he walks towards the curtain in the back.

‘asshole.’

you lean on him, purring as he keeps kissing your neck. “there are people around.”

“don’t care. you’re with me. people should know that,” he grumbles and softly bites above the patch and makes a hickey, laving his tongue over it.

“stop,” you chastise half heartedly and pull away to watch the beautiful mix of traditional and modern fashion. you’ve always known the bakugou’s were talented in their fashion but seeing it in person hits different. maybe you can get a cheaper piece for yourself.

once the show was over you stood in the private lounge area, near the buffet table, softly nibbling on one of the crackers they had for guests and sipped on a small flute of seltzer.

while you’re figuring out where to throw a salmon bite you realise you don’t like, your nose picks up a strong smell very close to you. sandalwood with a hint of something zesty.

“hey.”

you turn and come face to chest with the alpha who winked at you from the runway.

“hi,” you smile politely—putting the salmon bite in a tissue. “you’re the model in the hakama pants. they looked really good.”

he runs a hand through his dark hair. “thank babe. names shindo yo. what’s yours?”

“l/n y/n.”

“pretty name for a pretty lady.”

you giggle nervously but your omega preens at the praise. “thank you.”

“what’s someone like you doing down here? you should've been on stage with me.”

“i’m a plus one.”

“so who’s the lucky alpha? or beta?”

“me,” a voice growls from behind the brunet.

“katsuki! hi,” you chirp. “did you try the salmon bites? they’re kinda gross.”

“bakugou katsuki, it’s been a while,” shindo grins as katsuki glares at him. “how’ve you been?”

“shindo,” katsuki grumbles and shoves past him to talk to you. “you okay, pretty girl?”

you nod and keep drinking from your flute. “the seltzer’s really good,” you hum. “is shindo one of your friends? he looks like deku.”

“we’re not friends. ”

shindo puts his arm over katsuki’s shoulder. “we’re best friends. katsuki and i modelled together years ago before he stopped. also, thank you for the compliment, sweetheart.”

katsuki growls low in his throat and shrugs him off. “no, we’re not.”

you look at the two before shrugging and continuing to drink your seltzer while you browse through the rest of the snack options.

“how did someone like you find a plus one this beautiful? is she an escort?” he whispers quiet enough for only katsuki to hear.

katsuki snarls at him. “no, fuck off.”

you pick up a tiny sandwich and bite, scrunching up your nose at the taste. ‘fancy food sucks…’

“so you don’t mind if i tried to…”

“back off, knothead, she’s with me,” he snaps. “y/n, we’ll be late for dinner.”

you turn around, your cheeks slightly puffed up from the crackers. “mm?” you swallow and wipe your mouth. “okay. bye shindo.”

“don’t talk to him,” katsuki grumbles as he leads you away.

“shouldn’t we say goodbye to your mom?”

“she’ll know that i’ve already left. i don’t stay long at these things.”

“ohhh, okay,” you smile and hold his hand, interlocking your fingers. “this was so much fun. i can’t wait for dinner.”

katsuki feels pride swell in his chest as you follow him towards the garden entrance.

mitsuki shouts at the two of you, making you stop while katsuki groans and turns around.

“katsuki, get back here!”

“you know i was leaving, hag. what do you want?”

mitsuki pushes a man in front of her. “i want her to meet your father. masaru, that’s katsuki’s little girlfriend, isn’t she adorable?”

“you have a girlfriend?”

‘i’m his girlfriend?’ you think as your omega jumps wildly. ‘did alpha choose us?!’ “hi, no, we’re just going out,” you explain, nervously laughing. “nothing official yet.”

‘not yet,’ katsuki thinks. “we’re going to get dinner.”

“you better treat her right,” mitsuki calls out as katsuki leads you inside the hotel towards the exit.

as you and katsuki walk outside, you’re both blindsided by the flashing cameras of after show paparazzi.

you flinch at the barrage of questions as the lights flash. katsuki grips your hand tighter and pulls you away from the large crowd, leading you towards his car. once inside, he notices your distressed scent, peeking out from beneath your floral patch. “are you okay?” he asks, stroking the back of your hand.

“so many people,” you mumble. “it was so loud and they were asking so many questions. is that normal for these things?”

katsuki nods. ‘omega’s sad. comfort her, dumbass.’ “don’t worry, i barely go to these things so you don’t have to worry.”

“mm, okay,” you hum and rummage through your purse for a new patch. you slowly remove the old patches so you don't hurt yourself. “i think i sweat mine out.”

the car is filled with your sweet butterscotch and vanilla scent. the heaviness filling katsuki’s nose and settling in the back of his throat. “you smell amazing with or without it, pretty girl,” he rumbles.

you look over and smile at him. “thank you. my last boyfriend said i smelled too sweet. i’m ninety percent sure that’s why he broke up with me but he said ‘i’m too clingy’ so i dunno.”

“well he sounds like an idiot. you’re not clingy and you definitely don’t smell too sweet.” katsuki kisses your cheek and noses your scent gland as you purr before chirping when he licks your scent gland. “so fuckin’ delicious,” he groans. before smelling the change in your scent. ‘she likes it when i do this?’

you whine softly as he keeps licking and sucking your scent gland. “katsuki.”

he pulls away and kisses you softly, one hand cupping your cheek while resting his other hand on your plump thigh, squeezing the flesh slightly. 

“alpha,” you whimper when his hand glides higher up under your skirt.

“yeah, pretty girl? something on your mind?” he chuckles smugly.

you squirm in place, mind racing and omega going crazy. “you, alpha,” you whine as his fingers toy with the hem of your panties.

you lift your right leg onto the dashboard as katsuki gently tugs your underwear to your knees and kisses your scent gland again as his fingers dance along your folds, rubbing your clit. your whole cunt is covered in slick, coating his hand even before he puts his fingers in you.

“goddamn, you’re wet,” he groans as you tilt your head back into the headrest. he pushes his nose closer to your scent gland, kissing and running his rough tongue across the sensitive skin while slowly pushing a finger inside. “fuck, you’re so tight, pretty girl. relax for me, okay?”

you whimper softly as he kisses and nips your jaw before squeezing your chest.

“that’s a good girl, there we go,” he smirks as your eyes flutter. he starts thrusting his finger before eventually adding a second and rubs your clit with his thumb. 

you fist his shirt, panting heavily against his mouth. your hips jerkily grind into his hand, your toes curling in your socks. his fingers curl up into the roof of your cunt and you throw your head back with a cry, your leg trembling as your body seizes up. your cunt squeezes katsuki’s fingers, slick dripping down his wrist. he can’t wait to feel you squeeze his dick and knot like that.

katsuki pecks your lips before pulling his hand away and licking at his fingers. “you even taste sweet,” he chuckles. he kisses your cheek and cleans you up with some wipes he had in the glove compartment before starting the car.

you let out a happy purr and lower your leg as your scent filled the car. ‘i want him as our alpha. hurry up and ask him!’ your omega yells at you.

“i think…i think we should open the window,” you mutter and press the button to let fresh air in.

‘noooooooo!’

*

katsuki drives up to a fancy restaurant and hands his keys to the valet as he steps out before walking over and helping you out of the car. 

“ooh,” you hum. “i know this place. i heard their seafood is really good.”

“what type of seafood do you like?” katsuki asks, walking you inside.

“i like shrimp, salmon—ooh, i love lobster too. but it’s so expensive.”

“well whatever you want tonight, you can have.”

you look up at him, your eyes wide. “you mean it?”

“yes, i do,” he nods. “table for two under the name bakugou.”

the hostess picks up two menus and steps out from behind the glass podium. “follow me please.”

the booth is a little further inside the restaurant, away from the hustle and bustle.

“someone will be here with some bread and take your orders in a moment,” the hostess smiles as she hands you the menu.

you and katsuki talk idly until a male omega makes their way over, immediately grabbing their notepad from their apron pocket and placing a tray of bread and butter on the table.

“good evening, my name is benjiro, and i’ll be your waiter tonight. can i start the two of you off on any drinks?”

“can i have the strawberry lemonade,” you smile and point at the name of the drink on the menu.

benjiro scribbles it down. “and you, sir?”

“water,” katsuki says curtly.

“all right, i’ll be back soon.”

the omega bows slightly and makes his way towards the kitchen.

“you didn’t want any alcohol?” katsuki asks you. you flip the page of the menu, scanning through the seafood options.

“hm? alcohol? i don’t drink.”

“you got a reason?”

you shrug nonchalantly. “i’m not really big on alcohol. i think the last time i drank was at my college graduation party and i passed out.”

“so you’re a lightweight,” he chuckles as you pout. “don’t worry, i don’t drink much either.”

you roll your eyes playfully and look at the entrees. “ooh, the lobster linguini sounds good with a side of garlic knots. i think i’ll get that, what about you katsuki?”

“i think i’ll get the sirloin with a side of wild rice,” katsuki decides, closing his menu and eating a slice of bread. “hmm, pretty good.”

“ooh, that sounds so good. i’m rethinking the lobster now…” you mutter.

“i think the lobster is a good idea, but whatever you want i’ll get it for you.”

you click your tongue. “can’t eat too much so i’ll just have the lobster linguini.” you decide and close the menu.

katsuki smiles at you and eats another slice. “so how have you been?”

“pretty good, i helped treat a kid with bronchiolitis the other day. they were wheezing for almost a week, but i figured out the issue. what about you?”

“i’m thinking of expanding my club. there’s a space near block seventeen that opened up and i’m thinking of opening another location. i also made a new recipe for the club.”

“ooh, that sounds interesting. what is it?”

“you’ll have to visit the club to find out,” katsuki grins, reaching over and placing a hand over yours.

your feet kick giddily under the table, your face hot when you squeak out, “okay.”

the waiter comes by and places your drinks on the table. “strawberry lemonade for the lady and water for you, sir.”

“thank you,” you chirp.

“so, are you two ready to order?”

“oh, yes. i’ll have the lobster linguini with a side of garlic knots.”

“a good choice. and for you sir?”

“i’ll have the sirloin medium well with wild rice on the side.”

you make a face after benjiro leaves. “medium well, really?”

“what’s wrong with it? how do you eat your steak?”

“okay, i know if i answer you’re gonna make it a whole thing like everyone does.”

he raises a brow. 

“i like it well done…” you mutter under your breath. 

he withdraws his hand from yours. “i don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

“no, you’re not allowed to make fun of me,” you whine and hold his hand again. “my dad just always made it like that so it grew on me.”

“your dad has shit taste in cooking steak,” he chuckles and links your fingers again.

“don’t disrespect her like that,” you pout indignantly. “she’s a great cook. wish some of it rubbed off on me though.”

“don’t be discouraged. i can still teach you and then you can make yourself some lunch instead of going to that soba place around the corner from your office.”

“i like their soba. it’s good, yeah, but homemade is always better. ooh, can you teach me how to make the omurice you made me last week?”

“sure, tiny.”

you smile bashfully and shrug your shoulders. “thank you.”

dinner goes off without a hitch. you love the food, even stealing some from katsuki’s plate.

katsuki pays for the meal and walks you out, holding onto your waist while the valet brings the car around.

the moment you say goodnight to katsuki and kiss him goodbye, mina practically tackles you for information.

“girlie, you gotta tell me how it went! 

“it was fun. i took pictures of the clothes i’ll send to you later. then we went for dinner.”

“did anything happen~?”

your cheeks heat up. “no…”

“ooh, something did happen! did you guys fuck?”

you squeal in embarrassment and rush to your room, shutting the door before she can come in.

“you can’t hide from me forever, bestie!” she calls out.

locking the door, you flop onto your nest and check your phone to read katsuki’s text. “you’re so embarrassing!”

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>gn pretty girl

you pout. as much as you actually wanted to fuck, you’re still too nervous and your omega won’t stop yelling at you for just letting him finger you in the car. you even wore cute lingerie for it.

me

<<gn

<<🧡

huffing you toss your phone aside and get ready for a shower and bed.

just before you go to bed, you put on your favourite pink negligee, attempt what you think is a sexy pose, take a photo for katsuki, before tucking your braids in your bonnet.

katsuki changes out of his dinner clothes and sits down on his bed. ‘today was a good day,” he thinks, subtly releasing happy pheromones. his phone buzzes beside him and his alpha perks up as your name pops up with an image attached.

tiny

>>{1 image attached}

his breath hitches at the image of you in sheer pink lingerie from the neck down. your boobs pushed up by the material and a hint of dark brown areola peeking out.

‘holy shit, she’s fuckin stunning.’  

katsuki adjusts the lighting of his room before removing any extra things in the background and leaning against his headboard, taking a picture of his sculpted upper torso.

me

>>so fucking beautiful

you’re stunning pretty girl

>>{1 image attached}

tiny

>>thank you alpha 🧡

me

<<you really like pink

tiny

>>it’s my fave

>>comfy pink stuff💓💗💖💘

katsuki feels his alpha jump for joy as you text him.

me

<<good to know

<<next time i’ll make something pink for you

tiny

>>💖

>>a pink cake would be so cute🎂🥺

me

<<that’ll be your next lesson

tiny

>>🤩😍

>>thank youuu

he sends the picture, waiting for a reaction.

you sit up in bed when you see the ‘{image attached}’. “ohmygod?”

you hesitantly open it and get greeted with a close up of his torso. ‘jesus christ he’s buff,’ you think as you keep staring at the photo.

me

<<you’re so buff alpha

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>thank you pretty girl

your omega practically drools at the thought of katsuki’s chest. ‘alpha’s big and strong! he’s perfect!’ i gotta get in shape…’

you pout and look at the picture you sent him, suddenly self aware of all the folds and rolls squishing up.

me

<<katsuki can i ask you sumn?

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>ofc

me

<<my heat is next month

<<on the fifth

<<do you maybe wanna help me?

katsuki’s eyes widened as he reread the text. ‘she’s asking me to be her heat partner! yes!’ ‘you better say yes. she came to us’

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>yes

>>i’ll bring clothes

>>you better have food

you squeal excitedly and quickly text him back.

me

<<thank you!!!!

<<i will

<<cant wait!!

your excitement dies down when insecurity fears its ugly head again. you’re gonna have to get in shape before then.

you open another text thread.

me

<<hiii

<<you guys still awake?

camie(*'ω'*)

>>yup

>>what’s up club bestie

mina🌺

>>everything alright

>>you’ve been holed up in there since your d8

camie(*'ω'*)

>>date???（⊙ｏ⊙）

>>👀👀👀

>>you cheating on katsuki?!😱😱

me

<<we’re not even official 

<<we went out 2nite

<<fashion show and dinner

camie(*'ω'*) is calling…

you answer the group facetime and camie’s screaming cuts through the speakers.

“ow. hi camie,” you groan and lay back on your cat squishmallow.

“spilllll i must know all the details!” camie’s face bounces on the screen while sporting a grey face mask.

“okay okay,” you giggle as mina leans in despite being in the other room. “so i met his parents. his sire is soooo intense!”

“ohmygod she iiisss. i love her though. she was so iconic in the nineties. faaaveee.” camie makes a heart with her hands. 

“his dam’s so sweet.” you kick your feet. “he definitely gets his attitude from his sire. they look identical too, it’s insane.”

“what’s her name?” mina asks.

“mitsuki bakugou.”

mina clicks on her laptop and pulls up mitsukis old modelling pictures.“wow, they look like twins.”

“anything else?” camie asks and props her phone up on her sink counter to start washing her face.

“i got hit on by one of the models.”

“you can’t just drop a bomb like that on us!” camie sputters, her face damp.

“did you catch the guy’s name? was he nice? do i need to go hide a body?” mina asks worriedly.

you minimise the call and open instagram, typing as you say, “i think shindo yo? i just remember that he looks like a brunette version of deku.”

his instagram page pops up. “ooh, he’s cute. is it weird if i like his picture? this one.” you share the picture of him in a suit to the group.

“i thought you liked katsuki?” camie teases.

“i do! but we’re not official so i can still look…”

“he looks like an asshole,” mina laughs and zooms in on the picture.

“katsuki doesn’t like him. he seemed nice but the way he flirted was a little creepy…” you mumble. “my omega liked it though.”

“very conflicting. if you had a choice to choose between them, who would you pick?

camie giggles and waits for your response.

you roll onto your belly, squishing the cat. “oof. katsuki for sure. he’s so hot. ugh, i have to hit the gym to keep up with him.”

“what, no you don’t. alphas are supposed to be big. omegas are small and squishy, and you’re perfect the way you are.”

“hmph. i dunno.” you go to katsuki's instagram page. “he’s always around model-type girls.”

“those girls only want him for status, trust me,” camie assures you. “he likes you because you’re cute and nice.”

“and smart,” mina adds. “with a great body.”

“guys stooop,” you whine, covering your face with your free arm.

camie finishes up and exits the bathroom. “but if you wanna hit the gym, we’re not gonna stop you girl.”

“thanks, you guys, but i have to spill more tea.” you kick your feet eagerly.

“ooh. fill my cup bestie,” mina grins.

“so i asked him to spend my next heat with me…”

“shut up! no you didn’t!” camie gasps.

“i did!”

all of you squeal eagerly.

“camie, what are you screaming about?” a male voice asks off camera.

“i’m chatting with the girls, inasa!” camie explains.

your door opens and mina rushes in still squealing.

“what did he say?!” mina grins flopping beside you on the bed.

“he said yes!”

she flops onto your nest, hugging you. “oh my god, i’m so proud of you! my bestie’s growin’ up so fast!”

“minaaa,” you whine as she nuzzles her cheek into yours.

“no, you’re getting loved on. accept it,” she giggles. “beta love is the best kind.”

“ummm no girl, omega love is top tier,” camie argues. “now you have to go to the gym, girl?”

“really?”

“he’s gonna go into a rut and you need to work on your stamina for that? have you ever been with an alpha?”

“no.”

she clicks her tongue and shakes her head sadly. “r.i.p that pussy.”

“what?!” you panic. “is he gonna hurt me?!”

“not intentionally,” camie shrugs as mina hums in agreement. “it’s hot though.”

“it is. eijirou always bites me and it does hurt but it’s natural.”

you hum. “that’s scary…”

“the first time inasa claimed me, yeah it was scary but when you’re in heat you don’t really feel the pain of the bite until it’s done and by then it heals up.”

“claim?!” you gasp and rub your neck. “it’s way too early for that. but biting does sound hot…okay, i’ll work on my stamina.”

“we could hit my gym on your day off,” camie offers. “i can get you in for free.”

“you’ll do great!”

*

you stand outside of the lavish looking gym wearing a pink sweatsuit, braids tied up away from your face as you wait. mina loudly slurps her milkshake.

“mina, stop it,” you scold.

“it’s good, don’t judge me,” she whines.

you roll your eyes and keep an eye out for camie. “camie said she’d be here, waiting for us.”

“maybe she got distracted?”

“she texted that she’s down the street.” you look down the sidewalk.

“alright, let’s just wait out here.”

a black porsche pulls up onto the curb a little ways from where you’re both standing. camie steps out in grey matching leggings and a tank top. “hey girlies!”

“hi,” you smile. “you look nice.”

“so do you girls! thanks for driving me here, babe, i’ll see you later, okay?”

camie leans into the car and giggles softly before coming out smelling like cinnamon and coffee.

“i love you too. hi ladies!” an alpha with a buzzcut grins from inside the car.

“hi.” you wave.

“yo,” mina nods.

“lemme know when you're ready,” he waves, pulling out of the curb once camie steps back.

“we’re gonna have so much fun,” she squeals. “i have some workouts to build up your stamina and they totally work.”

“if you say so,” you mumble nervously.

camie leads you both inside the gym. luckily there’s only two other people so you don’t feel as anxious. she flashes her membership card to the receptionist and tells them you and mina are with her.

“woah, this place is fancy,” mina whistles.

you nod and follow camie to the workout room.

“okay girl, first thing you gotta do is squats. you’ve already got junk in the trunk but it helps soooo much with your stamina.” she gently swats your butt. “this outfit is so cute.”

“thank you,” you smile. you watch camie do a couple before trying. “like this?”

“good, but you need to keep your arms straight. yeah, like that. do twenty more of that.”

“you’re doing good bestie,” mina grins. “i’m gonna go run on the treadmill. holler if you need me.”

“we will,” you nod before sitting on the ground after five.

“girl you barely got halfway,” camie sighs.

“i don't go to the gym like you do. i get my steps in by working,” you sigh. 

“let's try the exercise bike. work those leg muscles then we can try this again.”

“alright.”

you spend half of the day doing stamina exercises and cardio, nearly passing out near the end.

“you okay?”

“no,” you wheeze. “i hate it here.”

“but we’re almost done. just one more squat rep and we’re done.”

you groan loudly and roll onto your belly. “i’m gonna die.”

camie nudges you with her sneaker. “come on. this is for your hot sexy alpha.”

you swoon. “hot sexy alpha…” you mumble and stand back up. “okay, i can do this.”

camie chuckles and pats your shoulder and watches you squat. a devious thought crosses her mind. “let’s go get mina and take a selfie before we leave.”

“can we get food too?”

“there’s this place with great salad.”

you scrunch up your nose. “salad?”

“it’s healthy.”

“being healthy sucks.”

she pats your back. “you’ll thank me later. finish up.”

“fine salad it is…” you squat a few more times before groaning when you get up. “done.”

after a lemon water break, camie pulls you and mina in front of one of the large mirrors by the weights, holding up her phone. “okay, say ‘cheese’.”

camie takes the pic and sends it to you both before helping you get your things.

you forward the photo to katsuki and smile to yourself as you leave the gym.

tiny

>>{1 image attached}

>>gym day w/ the girls 

katsuki feels his phone vibrate as he chastises one of the bartenders. he sits down on one of the couches and checks his messages. ‘tiny, what are you up to?’

me

<<why you at the gym???

tiny

>>wat else do you do at the gym???

me

<< >:(

<<don’t be snarky

tiny

>>camie invited me 

“ugh, camie,” he growls quietly.

me

<<ok

<<you look cute or whatever

tiny

>>or whatever? 🥺

katsuki practically saw the pout on your face. ‘goddammit.’

me

<<don’t look at me like that 

<<i can feel those puppy dog eyes staring at me through the screen 

tiny

>>😊

>>gonna go eat ttyl 👋🏾

me

<<alright

<<be safe

katsuki smirks softly at his phone and puts it back in his pocket.

“aww, bakubro has a crush,” eijirou hums over katsuki’s shoulder.

“what the fuck shitty hair?!” katsuki growls.

“crush?” denki asks curiously as he walks out of the storage room. “kaachan has feelings?”

“quit calling me that!” katsuki growls.

“no. who's the lucky person?”

“that girl mina brought two weeks ago. birthday girl with the front tie and bell-bottoms.”

denki taps his chin. “okay, two questions. who is mina? and who is the girl?”

eijirou taps his phone a few times and opens mina’s instagram page, scrolling until he finds a picture of both of you mina took before you went to komori. “that’s mina and that’s her friend.”

“oh, they're cute. is mina single?”

eijirou frowns a little. “she’s my girlfriend.”

“is your girlfriend single?”

“moving on. that’s bakubro’s new girlfriend who’s not a girlfriend because he’s too nervous to ask.”

“if kacchan doesn't ask her out can i? she’s cute.”

katsuki’s scent shifts to a bitter burnt caramel, alarming denki a little.

“okay, chill, i’m kidding,” denki chuckles. “but why haven’t you asked her?”

“what if she says no?”

“didn’t she call you during her heat?” eijirou asks.

“yeah but that’s different.”

denki pats his head. “look if you want her, just ask. the worst is she says no.”

katsuki huffs. “okay. get back to work, idiots.”

*

a knock at your door pulls you away from the fridge. “coming!” you call out and waddle in pain over from the kitchen, opening your door. “hi katsuki! come in.”

katsuki walks in with a couple of bags, smooching your cheek. “hi tiny.”

you rub your cheek on his chest, covering him in happy pheromones. “you got the ingredients!”

“yup,” he chuckles. “even bought something else.” katsuki holds up a white bag. “this is for you.”

you gasp and take the bag, moving the tissue paper around as your omega jumps for joy. ‘alpha bought us a present!’

inside the white gift bag is a pink and purple pegasus squishmallow. “oh my god, it's so cute!” you squeal, taking it out and hugging it. “and fluffy! i love it i love it i love it! thank you!”

“you’re welcome,” he chuckles. 

you pull him in for a hug and look down at the plush in your hands. “hey, can you scent it for me? just so your smell is always in my nest.”

“what about the shirt you stole?” he inquires.

you hug the plushie tighter. “i had to wash it and now the scent is gone…”

“do you want me to scent that again?”

“please?”

katsuki chuckles and places the bag on your counter. “empty the bag and i’ll go scent the stuff. where is it?”

“it’s in my room on my pillow.” you give him the plushie.

“you’re letting me in?”

you nod and point him in the direction of your room. “its next to the cow squishmallow.”

katsuki chuckles and goes into your room. “you really like pink, pretty girl,” he chuckles to himself before grabbing the shirt and rubbing it along his wrists and neck. he places the plushie beside the cow and scents them both for good measure before going back to the living room. “alright, i’m done with the shirt.”

you waddle over from the kitchen with a strawberry in hand. “where'd you get these strawberries?—god my back.” you moan and crack your back.

katsuki notices the slight limp in your step and feels a little weird. “are you okay?”

you hum in question and eat the strawberry.

“why’re you walking like that?”

“cause camie had me doing squats all week. i could barely move around at work,” you complain. “i’m not cut out for the fitness lifestyle.”

katsuki, and his alpha, relax. “better be careful, tiny.”

“i’ll be careful. so what do we do first?”

“wash your hands and then we’ll start on the wet ingredients. but before that,” he pauses, walking over and wiping off some strawberry juice that's spilled from your mouth. “this.”

katsuki cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours, humming from the sweet taste of you mixed with strawberry. he pulls away and smiles down at you. “always so sweet, pretty girl.”

you stare up at him as your face warms. “katsuki,” you whine as you cover your cheeks.

“yes?”

“you can’t just do that!” 

“why not? you’re cute when you’re all flustered,” he chuckles as you whine even more.

“you’re so annoying,” you pout. 

“i’m annoying but you let me in your nest?”

you chuff and smack his chest. “let’s just make the cake.”

the pink strawberry shortcake is easy to make, even if you added a little too much flour. katsuki supervises you the whole time, annoyingly pointing out every single mistake.

“it’s just a cake,” you sigh as you mix in the eggs.

“it has to be perfect,” he retorts.

“no it doesn’t.”

“if it’s for you, yes it does.”

“katsuki…”

“i mean it. now, don’t forget the food coloring.”

after the cake is cooled and iced, you step back and admire your work. “wow, i made a cake!”

katsuki nods. “yes you did. next time you can make one on your own.”

“it’s so cute. i can’t wait to try it.” you take a picture of it and send it to mina then get a knife to cut a slice. 

you take a slice for yourself and grin at the whipped cream and strawberry topping. “mm, so yummy.”

katsuki feels the tips of his ears burn as he listens to your praises. “of course it's good. we made it.”

you smile and let out a happy purr before tugging katsuki along to sit on the couch. “we can eat more later. right now i wanna cuddle with two of my favourite things.”

“squishmallows and a soft blanket?” katsuki chuckles before stiffening when you nuzzle your body under his arm.”

“close. you and a soft blanket.”

katsuki chuckles softly and strokes your waist. “hey pretty girl?”

you look up at him with curiosity. “hmm?”

“i wanted to ask you something.”

“you okay?”

he presses his lips together, nerves getting the better of him. “what do you like to eat during your heat?”

you snuggle closer to him. “anything you make is good. i really like hot cocoa and marshmallows though.”

he rubs your thigh slowly. “good to know.”

you hum softly and kiss his jaw. “how about you? what do you like during your rut?”

“regular stuff. i like to fuck.”

you hide your face in his bicep. “you’re so crass. how can you just say stuff like that?”

katsuki chuckles and looks down at you. “you just do. you were like that during your other heat.”

“oh my gosh,” you whine.

”it’s true,” he laughs. “you were all hot and needy.”

“no more talking!” you huff in embarrassment. “if you’re gonna make fun of me, i’ll kick you out.”

“no you won’t.”

you pout and lay back on his chest, purring gently at the closeness and his happy scent.

katsuki lets out a soft rumble, soothing you and your omega as you watch your series.

“ooh, we should watch ‘is it cake’!” you exclaim.

“whats that?”

“it's this show where bakers have to make extremely realistic cakes and the judges have to guess if it's real or not!”

“sounds weird.”

“it’s not. you probably can’t guess which ones are cakes, that’s why.”

“is that a challenge?!” he growls playfully. “i’ll figure out which ones are fake and get them all right!”

katsuki got three right while you guessed almost every one. “better luck next time, alpha.”

“we’re watching something else,” he grumbles and goes back to the netflix home screen.

you giggle at his pout and boop his nose. 

*

katsuki shows up the first day of preheat just after mina leaves for the week, opting to spend the week with eijirou now that you have katsuki to take care of you.

you wander towards your door in nothing but katsuki’s shirt and underwear as you hear someone knock. peeking through the peephole, your omega howls happily when you see katsuki.

“katsuki!” you chirp, letting him inside.

“hey tiny. how’re you?”

“hot but happy that you’re here.”

you hold on to him as he places a large bag of food in your kitchen before dragging him towards your nest. you straddle him and rub your cheeks on his neck, drenching him in your scent.

your sweet heat scent hits him hard, even stronger than what he imagined it would be.

“i’m so happy to see you,” you grin down at him.  

“yeah, i can tell. you smell really sweet right now,” he groans. “smells like you bathed in vanilla.”

you let out a happy purr and rest your head under his, shuddering from his smoky scent. ‘alpha…’

katsuki places his hand on your lower back, the weight comforting.

“are you sure about this?” he asks quietly.

“mhm. i’ve been getting ready for weeks,” you tell him.

“you seem eager.”

you sit up and nod.“i’ve been working out to build up my stamina for you. it was annoying but no going back now.”

“that’s why you’ve been going to the gym?”

you nod shyly.

“you didn't have to do that for me, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your face. “you’re perfect like this. small and soft.” he presses your cheeks with his palms on the last word.

“i just did it for stamina,” you get out through squished lips. “i’ve never been with an alpha and camie said i need it.”

“camie was right,” katsuki replies. in an instant, you’re on your back as katsuki has effortlessly turned you both over. “you definitely will.”

you look up at him and swoon. “prove it.

happy chirps and purrs leave your lips when he starts kissing your neck, rubbing his rough tongue on the gland. katsuki growls quietly at the taste of your preheat, his own aroused scent bleeding and saturating the air.

you reek of arousal and slick, your hands tugging his shirt off and exposing his hot skin. you whine against his touch and slip your hands off of his shirt.

“taste so good, pretty girl,” katsuki groans as he starts making a hickey on your neck. “fuck, your scent drives me crazy.”

you moan at the praise as he slips his hand under your shirt, palming your tits. he lifts the shirt, taking a moment to admire the view, then tosses it aside.

he uses one hand to tweak your nipples while he massages the other, giving your nipple the occasional nip. 

“alpha,” you whine, grabbing his hand and moving it down towards your crotch.

“so needy, pretty girl,” he teases and drags your panties down your legs. “god, you're soaked.”

katsuki kisses his way down before stopping when you squeeze your thighs together. you cover your face with your hands. 

“what’s wrong?”

“i’m just nervous,” you mutter and take a deep breath. “okay, i’m fine.”

he kisses your thighs a few times, rumbling when you open them a little more. enough for him to put them over his shoulder. “good girl,” he whispers, kissing his way towards your cunt. he licks his thumb and slowly rubs your clit, placing a hand on your stomach to stop you from squirming too much.

katsuki licks your folds and shivers from the heavenly taste of your slick. he slowly licks your clit, feeling your thighs tense up by his head. his eyes meet yours over your stomach as he slowly pushes his middle finger into you, pushing some of your juices out and down his palm.

you gasp at the feeling and start to rock your hips. “can’t believe you’re all fuckin’ mine. you’re so wet down here, beautiful.” a huskiness takes over the rasp in his voice, tracing his words into your sex causing your hips to instinctively buck up into his face— riding his tongue to your heart's content.

katsuki licks your clit until your slick is dripping down the seam of your ass into your nest, darkening the pink fabric of your sheets. 

“fuck, katsuki,” you whimper, grinding against his tongue and finger while gripping his hair. “alpha, please don’t stop!”

your leg trembles next to his head, katsuki recognising it means you’re about to cum. he sucks your clit again, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. you gasp loudly and tug his hair as your back arches out of your nest. “fuck, alpha, yes!”

katsuki doesn’t pull away until you pull at his scalp. “you taste so damn sweet, pretty girl. can’t get enough of you,” he groans, licking his finger and hand. the action makes your cheeks burn despite what just happened.

he climbs over you, his scent aroused and heavy with caramel. he rumbles loudly and licks your neck again, tasting your concentrated scent.

“alpha,” you whine.

katsuki pulls away and looks at your face. “yes, pretty girl?”

“fuck me.”

“are you sure?”

you nod. “please? i want you.”

his scent flares again at your words. “whatever you want, pretty girl.”

you squirm impatiently as you wait for him to pull his joggers and boxers off. your omega preens at the sight of his dick. better than you imagined after seeing it on camera.

��y’like what you see, pretty girl?” he chuckles as you nod eagerly.

katsuki lines himself up, tapping your clit with the leaking tip. he slowly pushes in, and watches your face for any discomfort. your head turns and sinks into the pillow, neck exposed instinctively.

“shit you’re tight, pretty girl. you okay?”

you keen loudly in response, gripping the sheets tighter. without your patches katsuki can smell the unfiltered pheromones of your heat heavy in the air.

he lifts one of your legs and grips your thigh as he starts to move. his alpha howls internally while katsuki tries his best to stay in control.

“more, alpha,” you moan and grasp his shoulders, pulling him down to nose at his scent gland. “harder.”

katsuki growls lowly and thrusts harder as he feels you nip his scent gland. he rubs at your clit while thrusting and takes pride in the pornographic moans you let out near his ear.

“want it inside, need you inside! f-fuck yes!” you garble, katsuki’s dick driving you up the wall insane.

“you want me to cum inside, pretty girl?” he groans, thrusting faster. “you want me to make a mess in those pretty walls of yours?”

you nod emphatically, blinking tearily up at him. “knot?”

“not today, pretty girl,” he sighs, wiping your tears before kissing you.

“mate?” you murmur against his lips.

“someday.”

you whine softly into the kiss and gasp when the combination of his thrusts and him rubbing your clit starts to send you over the edge. you cum with a choked off shout, wrapping your thigh around katsuki’s waist to pull him deeper. “knot!”

katsuki manages to pry your leg off and pull out, spreading your legs open to watch your hole drool and spasm around nothing. you howl miserably, reaching out for him. katsuki’s nose wrinkles at the hint of distressed omega and lets you hold him in a tight hug, rumbling and kissing your cheeks to soothe you until your scent sweetens up again.

“feeling better?”

you nod and hold him tighter, purring into his neck.

“you wanna cuddle for a bit or do you wanna take a nap?”

you look up at him. “alpha didn’t finish?”

“i’m fine, pretty girl, don’t worry,” he coos.

you pout but lay back down on the blanket, shutting your eyes.

katsuki kisses your forehead and climbs out of bed to get a washrag from the bathroom to clean you up. the whole time you’re purring happily, watching him through heavy eyes.

“pretty,” you slur when he kisses your nose. “you’re very pretty, katsuki.”

“if i’m pretty then you’re stunning, tiny,” he chuckles, tossing the rag into the laundry basket in the corner of your room. “sleep well. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

your eyes start to close as you rest against katsuki’s chest. “night alpha.”

katsuki kisses your hairline before carefully climbing out of your bed and picking up his boxers. he pads out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and wrapping his fist around his dick. he groans to himself as he thinks back to you asleep in your nest, blissed out from him fucking you. he jerks himself off to the thought of you beneath him and cums into a wadded up tissue with a gasp before cleaning himself up. ‘shit.’

you’re still asleep by the time he returns in his boxers, snoring quietly in your nest. happy omega pheromones and the lingering smell of sex wafting through the air.

katsuki climbs into your nest beside you and rests his head on top of yours. he lets out a soft rumble before falling asleep, planning to wake up later and make something to eat.

the first two days you’re easy to keep happy. katsuki buries his face, and his dick, in you everytime you ask. you snuggle in the nest, only leaving to use the bathroom or eat but then it’s right back to cuddling. although the last couple of hours, katsuki seems to be a little more clingy, always right behind you unless you’re in the bathroom, then he waited outside.

you and your omega don’t mind it. you like it actually. you sit in your nest nibbling on your snacks while he cuddles you.

on the third day however, you wake up hot and bothered. squirming in bed and pushing your fingers into your sopping pussy. katsuki hears your wails from the kitchen, turning off the stove and setting the pan of eggs aside to rush to the bedroom.

“pretty girl are you—holy shit…” he growls, taking in your saturated scent and closing the door behind him. “you smell good enough to eat.”

you whine and pull out your fingers, irritated because it doesn’t help. “alpha, it hurts.”

katsuki feels his alpha take control as he walks over to you, shedding his sweatpants. “don’t worry, omega. i’ll make you feel better,” he growls lowly.

you lay on your stomach and raise your hips up, presenting to him. you reach under you and rub your fingers along your slit, spreading your lips with your fingers. “alpha. breed me, please.”

“i’d love to pretty girl,” katsuki groans, climbing into your nest and rubbing your clit a couple of times before pushing in. his eyes darken as he looks at your swollen scent gland. he leans forward and licks it fervently, occasionally nipping it and basking in the scent. ‘fuck, she’s mine. mate, mate, mate.’

you cry out, fingers gripping the sheets. katsuki’s smokey caramel scent bleeds into the air, the undertone of rut present. “oh fuck! you smell so good, katsuki.”

“so do you, pretty girl. god, your scent drives me crazy,” he growls, thrusting faster. katsuki places a hand on the back of your neck and grins when he sees your nails practically rip the sheets. “good girl. good fuckin’ girl.”

his blunt nails dig into the globe of your ass, holding you in place so he can listen to the lewd, squelch of your cunt as he slips in and out of you.

it’s so different, better, than a beta’s dick. having just the right amount of thickness and length to fill and satisfy you.

long strands of your slick cling to his cock, dripping down his shaft and balls with every withdrawal. 

“‘suki—!” your cry is hoarse and needy as you claw at your sheets, drooling and crying into them. hips drawing back and forth clumsily to meet his loud, wet thrusts.

katsuki grips your ass as his head hangs over your shoulder. he feels his incisors grow as he lets out a growl and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, just far enough from your scent gland.

you moan loudly, hissing at the pain. you rock your hips back and feel your eyes roll back as the knot in your stomach tightens.

“fuck, alpha, i’m gonna cum.”

katsuki rumbles in approval and pulls his teeth out, the tips of his fangs tinted red. “cum for me, my pretty little omega,” he grunts, rubbing your clit faster.

you sob and reach back to hold his arm, digging your nails into the inner skin. katsuki’s knot swells up, catching on your sore rim with every withdrawal. when it finally presses in, flushing his hips flat on your ass, you cum, kicking your feet and mewling loudly. katsuki groans low in his throat at the feeling of your insides squeezing his dick and knot. his abs tighten and flex, snarling when his balls pump hot cum into you. your omega purrs happily at the feeling of getting filled by a real alpha knot, your scent spiking with content.

katsuki grunts softly and rests his head near the bite mark he left on you, panting while kissing it.

you tilt your neck and let out a happy purr as he softly praises you.

your cunt flutters at his words, drooling more slick around his knot and down your thighs. katsuki rolls his hips forward, nudging his dick and knot deeper. you smile into your sheets, knowing you’re far from done. for the next two days both of you barely leave the nest, sucking and fucking at all times of the day and night. katsuki leaves numerous bite marks on your shoulders, tummy and thighs, purposefully ignoring your scent gland.

by the end of your heat, and his triggered rut, you’re spent. too tired and drained to move.

you get a complaint from one of your neighbours but katsuki’s growls and protective scent scares them off.

“i might have to take a few extra days off,” you mutter and roll over in bed. “my neck hurts…”

“sorry,” he chuckles and pulls on his boxers. “what do you wanna eat?”

you sigh blissfully and look at his own bite marks and hickeys. “hot cocoa and marshmallows.”

“that’s not breakfast.”

“hot cocoa with marshmallows and pancakes?”

“you want any toppings?”

“chocolate chips.”

“you don't need all that sugar,” he snickers.

“please?” you whine, looking up at him.

“stop using those puppy dog eyes on me. fine.”

“yay,” you chirp as he kisses your forehead.

mina comes back the following monday and immediately covers her nose at the smell of both yours and katsuki’s cycles. “well, at least i'm not the only one who had fun,” she snickers, dragging her suitcase inside.

your bedroom door opens and a head of cropped blond hair peeks out to inspect who’s ‘invading’ the space.

“hi katsuki.”

“pinky,” he acknowledges and goes back inside, shutting the door.

“mina’s back?” you yawn, sitting up from the bed and stretching. 

“yeah. i’m gonna go get some water. i’ll be back.”

you nod and let out a happy purr as he kisses your nose and lips. ‘my alpha.’

your back barely touches the bed when mina barges in, pushing katsuki out of the doorway. “it reeks in this whole apartment.”

“mina!” you cheer tiredly and open your arms for hugs. “i missed you!”

katsuki growls at mina as she rushes you and squeezes you tightly while scenting you. ‘now i have to re-scent her.’

“i missed you too!”

katsuki rolls his eyes and watches the two of you chat before he gets his water.

once katsuki leaves the room, mina asks you to spill the tea. “how was it? is he big? did he claim you? oh my god that's a lot of bite marks.”

“amazing, yes, no, and you should see the ones i left on him.” you swoon dreamily. “it was great. i don’t think i’ve ever had a heat this good.”

“since it went so well, you should ask him to spend all your heats with you,” mina grins.

you pick up your new pegasus squishmallow and squeal into it. “noooo, i’m shy.”

“he brought you gifts and he was here for this heat and your last one. he really likes you and an alpha wouldn't do this unless he wanted you to be their girlfriend.”

“you think so?”

mina nods eagerly and gives you one more hug. “it never hurts to just ask, bestie.”

katsuki knocks on the door. “breakfast is ready.”

“ooh yum,” mina smiles.

“not for you, pinky.”

“boo.”

after breakfast, you ask the dreaded question, your stomach in knots.

“can i ask you something?” you say to katsuki as he puts down a mug of hot cocoa in front of you.

“yes there’s marshmallows inside.”

you look down and see the pink and white gooey treats floating in the brown liquid. “yum, but that’s not it.”

he sits across from you, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward to listen.

“would you want to spend the rest of my heats with me? you're an amazing alpha and this one was better than any other heat i’ve had and i’d really love to do this again…and spend time together maybe outside of my heats too...”you mumble shyly.

“i’d love to, pretty girl, just on one condition.”

“yeah?”

“will you be my girlfriend?”

you freeze up, staring at his face. your mouth dropped for a quiet, “ah.”

“y/n?” katsuki questions. “are you okay?”

mina stands behind you, excited grin on her face. “she accepts.”

“y/n, you okay?” katsuki chuckles, softly waving his hand in your face. he walks around the counter, cups your cheek, and looks down at you, snapping you out of your trance. “there she is. welcome back, pretty girl.”

you purr softly and melt a little in his hold. “i’d love to,” you smile, pulling him in for a hug and scenting him.

katsuki smiles and kisses your forehead, hugging you back.

“aww,” mina coos. “i told you it’ll be fine.”

“mina, go away,” you huff in embarrassment.

“i'm just happy for you, bestie,” she giggles.

the next few months with katsuki have been the best relationship you’ve had in a long time. you’ve never felt so loved and special.

“so you’re off tomorrow?” katsuki smiles at his phone as he sees you in your lab coat with a stethoscope around your neck.

you put a file down on the desk. “yup. why, you got something planned?”

“i was hoping you could come to the new club. it's opening night tonight and i’d love to have my pretty girl by my side.”

“aww,” you swoon. “that’s so sweet. i’d love to. just send me the address and i’ll be there. now i just have to find something to wear,” you think wistfully.

“you look good in anything and nothing,” he chuckles.

“katsuki!” you gasp. 

“it’s true. you’ll look good in anything. i’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“okay.”

“talk to you later, y/n.”

“bye alpha,” you giggle. before you hang up, a nurse peeks her head in.

“l/n, you have one more patient.”

you put your phone aside so katsuki can see your face. “bring them in.”

she walks in holding a baby sniffling quietly.

“a baby!” you coo, your scent turning sweeter. “aw look at the baby!”

katsuki silently watches as you hold the baby, fawning over it and smiling when they hold onto one of your fingers.

“let’s get you checked out, cutie,” you smile at the little boy. “i’ll call you later katsuki.”

he waves and hangs up.

you sit the baby on the little bed, looking up when his mother comes in. “hello, ma’am. what seems to be wrong with this little cutie,” you smile, booping his nose.

*

you step out of the bathroom and show off your outfit. “okay, how’s this one?”

camie cringes at the black sequin shirt. “no.”

“what? but i like this one,” you pout.

“bestie, this is opening night of your boyfriend’s new club! you gotta look stunning if you're gonna be by his side for the majority of the night!”

“camie’s right,” mina says while looking through your closet. “ooh, what about this?!” she gasps, pulling a two piece pink outfit.

“ohemgee, yesss, wear this!” camie squeals as mina hands it to you. “also, burn that black shirt.”

“but i like this…”

she shakes her head. “no.”

you scoff and go back into the bathroom to change, fixing your braids and makeup before stepping out. “okay, i like this one better.”

you adjust the skirt a little and do a little spin.

“so?”

“my bestie looks so cute! katsuki won’t be able to take his eyes off of you tonight,” mina giggles.

“you think so? is my stomach showing too much?” you touch the soft pudge peeking over the waistband.

“if you can still walk by tomorrow, katsuki missed his chance,” camie snickers.

camie leads you and mina out of your apartment into the waiting uber, taking a million pictures.

you nervously play with your faux locs, hoping katsuki likes your outfit. it’s not as glamorous as the girls he’s used to but you feel pretty in it so that’s all that matters.

there’s already a line of people when the uber pulls up, muffled music blasting inside.

“ugh, a line?” camie scoffs. “no fucking way.”

“hold on, katsuki gave me a code to show the bouncer.” you rummage through your phone and open the texts for the qr code. nervously you walk up to the scary, beefy bouncer. “um, hi. i’m with bakugou.”

he squints at you.

“i have a code i’m supposed to show you?” you hold up the phone. the bouncer takes out a small scanning device and holds it to your phone until the light turns green.

“enjoy,” he rasps and steps aside to let you and the girls through the door.

“oooh, vip,” camie giggles. “can we get some of those?”

“i’ll ask,” you laugh and smooth down your neck patch. “he said to go upstairs to the vip section and he’ll be there.”

“perks of a club owning boyfie,” mina giggles.you walk up the glass steps with the girls, passing by a few empty booths. katsuki is standing by the railing talking to some employees, looking frustrated as ever.

you wave at mina and camie as they meet with their boyfriends, walking up to katsuki and gently touching his arm. 

you look up at him when he jerks away and lets out a low growl before stopping when he picks up your underlying scent.

“pretty girl?”

“hi, alpha,” you chirp and let him kiss your cheek. “ew, suki, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.”

“you don’t need it. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” he holds your hand up and slowly spins you around.

“thank you~” you smile shyly.

katsuki brushes the employees off and focuses on you, touching one of your scent patches. “do you have to wear these?”

“by law, suki, i have to.”

“fuck the law.”

“katsuki!”

“just take them off, it’s fine up here. i won’t tell on you,” he teases.

you scratch your neck. “they are annoying…”

“you can put them back on when we're leaving.”

“okay,” you hum, slowly peeling off the scent patch and squealing when katsuki kisses your scent gland and rests his face on your neck.

‘mine.’

“get a room!” eijirou playfully shouts from the booth across from yours.

“you two were practically fucking when she went to komori the first time! shut up!” katsuki growls and pulls you into the booth to sit next to him.

“the club looks good,” you compliment. “i like the quieter booth idea.”

“it seemed like a good idea since i couldn't hear you last time.”

you hum softly and lean on him, purring softly.

“we should totally do shots!” camie cheers, hanging off inasa who chuckles and holds her waist.

mina giggles and waves the waitress over for a round of tequila shots and other drinks. katsuki orders a virgin mojito with mango syrup for you, refusing to drink since he was driving.

“aw, you remembered!” you hum, rubbing your cheek in his arm. 

‘course i did. wouldn't forget a damn thing about you.’ “got a whole non-alcoholic section of the menu for you.”

“awww,” you swoon and put your hands on your chest. “that’s so sweet!”

katsuki kisses your cheek and rumbles softly. camie takes a few sneaky pictures of both of you, fawning over how cute you both are.

“hey, y/n, look at the drink menu.”

you look over and notice a drink with strawberry and lemonade called ‘the pretty girl’. “katsuki, what’s this?”

“it's one of the new drinks. most of the drink menu is the same from komori but this one’s new. named it after you,” katsuki says low enough for only you to hear.

his deep voice reverberates through you as he kisses your temple. he chuckles softly as you fan your eyes, trying not to cry.

“katsuki,” you whine. “that’s beautiful. stop being so charming before i cry and ruin my makeup.”

“sorry, pretty girl,” he chuckles.

you spend time with him and giggle when he rubs your side.

three more people make their way into the lounge and eijirou cheers at their arrival. “hey! you guys made it!”

you look up from your drink and gasp at a familiar head of green hair. “katsuki, that’s deku!” you repeatedly tap katsuki’s arm.

“i know.”

“what is he doing here?!”

“we grew up together. he got invited.”

“you know deku?!”

katsuki raises his brow. “yeah, why?”

“i’m kind of a fan,” you admit and glance at izuku. “oh god he’s looking at me!” you silently squeal.

“relax, pretty girl,” he chuckles. 

izuku makes his way over with his signature smile. “hi kacchan. who’s this?”

you sit up straighter, scent turning excited. “hi deku. i’m y/n. i’m such a huge fan. i follow you on instagram and i love your work.”

“thank you!” he grins back, always happy to meet a fan. “nice to meet you, you can just call me izuku.” he holds his hand out for you to shake.

you shake it, internally screaming. katsuki chuffs and puts his arm on your waist. “she’s my omega, deku.”

“really? i'm glad you found someone that can handle you,” he chuckles.

“yeah, so back off,” he huffs.

“don't worry. besides, you know i’m with shoto.”

“uh huh.”

you giggle softly as katsuki rests his head on yours. 

izuku gives you a gentle smile before walking over to a booth of his own, later joined by a man with red and white hair, split down the middle.

“holy shit, i just met deku!” you gasp to katsuki, smiling wide. 

“he’s not that great,” katsuki grumbles.

“he’s so cool! but alpha’s better,” you hum, as katsuki grins softly. 

“damn right i am.” he presses his lips against yours, hands on your thigh dipping under your skirt.

“suki!” you gasp into the kiss as he squeezes your inner thigh. “w-wait, i have to pee.”

“tch, fine. hurry back.”

you drop your purse in his lap and quickly exit the booth, descending the steps. you get bumped by a few people but finally make it to the bathroom, sighing at the scent free air. after checking your makeup in the mirror and washing your hand, you step out but bump into someone walking by.

“oops, i'm sorry,” you smile before looking up at them. “oh, it’s you.”

shindo looks down at who bumped into him before a cheshire grin crosses his face. “well, well, we meet again sweetheart.”

“i didn't expect to see you here. it’s been a while, nice to see you again. shindo, right?”

“yup. and you’re l/n. what’s up?”

“i’m just here to support katsuki,” you chime.

he hums, pushing his dark hair back. “yeah, i see the pictures on his page. cute.”

you smile again. “thank you.”

he takes a step forward towards you. odd.

“you smell really good,” he compliments.

“uh, thank you?” you mumble, walking around him. “well, it was nice seeing you.”

you stiffen when you feel shindo grasp your wrist. “where you going? we’re hanging out.”

the action makes the gland on his wrist rub against your skin, covering your hand in his sandalwood scent. your omega panics at the action of someone scenting you without permission.

“no, we’re not. let go of me,” you whimper, tugging at his wrist before rushing back towards the glass steps once you get free, holding your wrist to your chest. 

you sit down in a daze, not realising you’ve sat next to eijirou instead of at yours and katsuki’s booth.

“hey, y/n. woah, are you okay? you smell terrified.”

“i…” you mumble and touch your wrist. “someone scented me without permission.”

“scented you?” eijirou repeats.

mina overhears and practically climbs over eijirou to get to you. “what?! who scented you?”

katsuki walks over when he sees you sitting with them. “hey, why—what happened?” he growls, noticing your distressed scent.

you look up at katsuki and reach for him, unshed tears pricking your lash line. “alpha,” you sniffle.

he sits next to you, cupping your face. “shh, it’s okay. what happened?”

you wordlessly hold up the wrist shindo scented to his face. katsuki looks at you before growling loudly when he smells your scent mixed with shindo’s.“that bastard!”

eijirou holds his nose when katsuki’s scent spikes. “dude, relax.”

izuku, more familiar with katsuki’s scents, puts his hand on the blond’s shoulder. “kacchan, calm down.”

“that bastard touched my omega. he fuckin’ scented her without her consent! he needs to fucking know not to touch what’s mine,” he growls.

camie tries to calm you down, rubbing her wrist on yours to drown out shindos sharp scent. 

mina hugs you close as you whimper softly. katsuki grumbles to himself and storms out of the vip area. 

“where’s he going?” you sniffle and wipe your eyes with a tissue.

“hopefully he doesn’t do anything stupid,” izuku sighs. “i should go after him.”

you watch izuku follow katsuki, taking off your loose lash. “ugh, i don’t have any glue…”

“just take off the other bestie. you still look cute,” camie smiles, letting out a soothing pheromone.

“thanks, you guys.”

“what happened, anyway?” mina asks.

“i was leaving the bathroom and i bumped into him and it was whatever, then he started complimenting me and i felt a little uncomfortable. i tried going back up the stairs and he grabbed my wrist and scented me,” you explain.

“he looked so nice in his pictures. who knew he was such an ass,” camie pouts. “boo.”

katsuki descends the stairs, his eyes darting through the crowd until he sees shindo sitting at the bar, nonchalantly drinking a whiskey with thyme. he marches his way through the crowd and tugs the brunet back by his collar, spinning shindo and swinging his fist across his face.

a few people gasp at the sight, pausing their dancing.

“woah, man, what’s your problem?” shindo asks, cupping his aching jaw.

“you know damn well what you did! how fuckin’ dare you scent my omega!” katsuki seethes.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“you’re a goddamn liar and a fucking piece of shit!”

shindo glares at katsuki, still cupping his jaw before swinging at katsuki, growling when he misses.

a crowd surrounds the two, causing a commotion while some people chant, ‘fight fight fight!’

you pull away from your friends to peek over the railing at the commotion, gasping when you see katsuki and shindo fighting. “can someone stop them before katsuki gets hurt? where’s deku?”

you let out a distressed whine, watching the brawl. izuku places a hand on katsuki’s shoulder, making katsuki stop swinging as shindo lays bruised and battered on the tiled floor.

he looks up at you then back at shindo and scowls. “you’re fuckin’ lucky you’re not dead,” he growls before walking off, making his way towards you.

you look up at him, subtly releasing calming pheromones underneath your scared scent.

“it’s okay now, pretty girl.”

you scan katsuki for any injuries and whimper when you see his bruised knuckles, the skin on his index finger a little scratched up. “you should get this cleaned up.”

camie soaks a tissue in one of her tequila shots and uses it to wipe katsuki’s scratch. he winces slightly and starts to growl.

“oh relax, ya big baby,” camie scoffs.

“you try putting pure alcohol onto your wounds then tell me how you feel,” he grumbles.

camie rolls her eyes. “you’re welcome.”

“alpha?” you call out, rubbing the back of his uninjured hand. “are you sure you’re okay? we can leave if you want.”

“i’m fine, pretty girl. nothing i can’t handle. let's just enjoy the rest of our night. you still haven’t tried your namesake.”

“but you’re hurt. and what if shindo tries to beat you up again?”

katsuki scoffs. “he’s been kicked out, don’t worry about it.”

“if you say so. i just want to make sure you’re okay. we can go home and i can treat your wound properly.”

katsuki smiles down at you and kisses your temple.

“we can play doctor another time,” he whispers in your ear, grinning to himself when you look down at your lap and feel your face start to burn.

“katsuki! you're so bold!”

“only for you, pretty girl.”

you let out a soft purr as he scoots closer to you. “you’re so annoying…”

“but you like me when i’m annoying,” he chuckles and stands back up. “i have to go talk to my employees. stay here and stay cute.”

“okay,” you chirp, watching him descend the stairs. while hanging out with the girls and katsuki’s friends, you bond with hanta and shoto, giggling at hanta’s jokes and explaining a couple to shoto.

a waitress comes up the stairs and places a drink in front of you. “one drink for you miss,” she  smiles politely.

“oh, i didn’t order this,” you mumble.

“courtesy of the boss. it’s the pretty girl.”

“ooh,” you chirp happily and pick it up, waving the dry ice cloud away. “it looks so good, thank you.”

“wait!” camie squawks and holds up her phone, taking a quick picture of it. “totally mood board inspo.”

“it’s so pretty,” mina awes. “what’s it taste like?”

you take a quick sip and snack your lips together. “like a spicy strawberry. it’s pretty good.”

“ooh, can i get one?!” mina asks. “was her’s virgin?”

“yes. i can get the bartender to add vodka and tequila if you want,” the waitress says.

“i’ll have that.”

“me too!” camie giggles.

you happily sip your drink as shoto stares at it. “something on your mind?”

“how did you get katsuki to act so docile around you?” he mutters. “is the drink really that good?”

you nod and ask the lady to bring two more so you can get one for shoto. “docile?”

hanta leans over to talk to you. “no offense but he’s crazy. i don’t think i’ve ever seen him calm when he’s not asleep.”

“really? i mean he’s protective but that’s about it,” you hum. “he’s a good alpha though. he makes good food, brings me gifts, and he treats me like a princess,” you smile.

“what’d he get you?” camie asks, grinning when the waitress comes by with a small tray of pink drinks and a light pink one.

“he gave me this bracelet a few days ago,” you grin and show her the diamond cuban link bracelet on your wrist twinkling under the neon lights.

“wow, that looks like it cost a lot! he really cares about you.” 

“came in a little red box and everything,” mina snorts.

you touch the jewellery. “i wouldn’t know. he refused to tell me how much it was. i love it though, i’m just too scared to wear it out cause what if i lose it?”

shoto gently holds your wrist and inspects the bracelet.“i don’t think it will. it looks custom made so it won’t slip off.”

you look at the chain and gasp. “really?”

he nods and gently tilts your wrist. “it looks like the chain i was gonna get midoriya. might be the same crafter.”

“aww,” you and the girls swoon.

izuku makes his way back up the stairs, with a glass of water in hand. “what did i miss?”

“nothing!”

“just talking about how y/n managed to tame the beast known as bakubro,” eijirou chuckles, placing his arm over mina’s shoulders.

“ooh yeah, he was really mad before he came up here. shindo’s out though and i think he’ll be out of a lot of places for a while.”

“good, that asshole deserves it for what he did. he’s lucky, katsuki didn’t call the cops on him after he got tossed out of komori the first time,” hanta adds.

“guy’s lucky i wasn’t on shift when i worked there,” eijirou scoffs.

you preen a little at the thought of the alpha defending your honour, hiding your smile in your drink.

“uh oh, someone’s flustered,” sero teases

“what? no i’m not!” you sputter.

“you’re stinking up the place,” mina comments.

your hand smacks your neck. “i should put my patches back on…”

mina hands you a set she keeps in her bag. “here. i kept these in my purse for you. also, your bag’s still in the other booth.”

“oh, i’ll go get it,” you nod and stand up to grab your bag, stopping when the music dies down and you hear feedback from a microphone. you look over the railing and see katsuki standing by the dj with a mic in hand. ‘what’s going on?’

katsuki gives a brief, grumbled speech mentioning the grand opening, picking up an orange drink. his eyes drift up to the railing, settling on your figure. you give him a small wave and smile.

he holds the glass up at you, but vaguely enough for people to think he’s just making a toast. “i’d like to raise a glass to the future success of the komori franchise. to komori!”

the crowd cheers and raises their glasses. once he takes a sip, he looks up at you and winks before descending the dj area as the music picks up again.

once katsuki makes his way back to the private area, his friends congratulate him. he scoffs lowly and rolls his eyes before walking over to you. 

“you like the drink?” he comments when he sees your glasses on the table.

“it’s yummy,” you grin up at him, putting your arms around his neck. “thank you.”

a muscled arm circles your waist until you’re flush against katsuki’s bulky frame. his smokey scent flaring out. his hand squeezes your bottom and you frantically hold your skirt hem so he doesn’t pull it up.

“get it bestie!” mina cheers as eijirou and hanta woop playfully.

“oh god,” you mutter in embarrassment and hide your face in katsuki’s black shirt.

katsuki leads you back to your booth and sits you down next to him. “you smell different.”

“my scent was flaring up so i put the patches back on.”

he chuffs. “i liked it without the patches.”

“maybe later?”

“i’ll hold ya to that, tiny,” he smirks.

after a long night, you finally convince everyone to let you leave with katsuki.

“i’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell a tipsy mina leaning on eijirou.

“noooooo,” she whines. “got- gotta go with meh bestie. you…you are my bestie~”

“take care of her,” you giggle at eijirou and scoot out of the booth, holding katsuki’s hand.

“i will,” eijirou chuckles. “c’mon babe, let’s get you home.”

“don’t leave me eiji, i lub you,” she sniffles.

“i won’t. i’ll get you some water when you get home and we can cuddle.”

“cuddles? i like cuddles…”

“i know, mimi.”

outside, you breathe in the fresh autumn air. not realising how stuffy it was in the club. you whine and lean on katsuki, kicking your foot up to rub your heel. “my feet are killing me.”

“if you want, i’ll give you a massage.”

“your hand is still injured so i’ll have to take a raincheck. but thank you for the offer alpha,” you chirp.

he leads you into his car and opens the passenger door for you, kissing your cheek before you sit. after climbing inside and starting the car, katsuki drives off towards his apartment uptown.

you hold onto his arm as he leads you inside, giggling as he kisses you softly, subtly peeling off your scent patches and tucking them into your purse to throw away later.

“ugh, i’m exhausted,” you groan and drape yourself over his army green couch, checking your phone. “three a.m?! time really flew.”

“we had too much fun, that’s why,” he chuckles and kicks off his loafers next to your heels by the door.

you hum tiredly and tie up your locs, nose wrinkling at the tiny bit of shindo’s stink scent on your wrist.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” katsuki questions when he sees your expression.

“i still smell like him…i need a shower.”

“oh~?” 

“an actual shower, please. no funny stuff.”

“alright. alright. i think you still have some of your clothes and stuff  here from last time in the closet. i’ll be out here. do you want anything to eat in the meantime?”

“i’m okay. well, maybe some water.”

“alright.”

over the past few months, you’ve left little bits of yourself in katsuki’s lavish, dark penthouse with each visit. you find the little travel shower kit you left in his walk-in closet and notice something bright orange peeking out between some folded dark clothes on one of the shelves.

curiosity gets the better of you and you peel it out, opening it and reading the words printed on the front. ‘dynamight?’

did ‘dynamite’ get misspelt? you turn it a few times, see some scribbled writing on the sleeve, wonder if it’s big enough for you to wear after the shower and gently place it back on the shelf for later.

you take a well deserved shower and change into a new white shirt and a pair of pink shorts, picking the hoodie up again. “alpha?” you call out from his room. not hearing a reply, you wear the hoodie anyway, wiggling the big sleeves around.

the collar is saturated in his warm caramel scent, and a little detergent, making your omega purr happily.

you giggle softly and flap your arms as you walk down the stairs towards the living room.

“hey pretty girl, were you calling m—” katsuki calls out as he walks out of the pantry. “where did you find that?

“i found it in your closet.” you rub the soft sleeve. “i hope you don’t mind.”

‘she’s wearing the all might hoodie…’

“it’s fine, don't worry.”

“why does it say ‘dynamight’ on it though? is it like a collectible where they spell a word wrong?”

“it’s a long story.”

you clap softly. “ooh, story.”

he chortles under his breath and leans on the black marble counter. “all might is a comic book character from when i was a kid deku and i were obsessed with. ‘dynamight’ is—you’re gonna laugh at this—it’s kind of a fan name i came up with and printed it on the hoodie.”

“awwww!” you coo at the story. “that’s so cute!”

“i met the actor that played him in the live action show in that hoodie during a fashion show when i was, i think, twenty four, and he signed the sleeve for me.”

“that’s so cool! where’d you get this sweatshirt by the way? it’s so comfy,” you giggle, looking at him and eagerly flapping your hands. “hehe, i’ve got sleeve hands.”

‘cute,’ he thinks. ‘so small.’

“can’t remember.” he shrugs.

“aw,” you pout and put the hood up. “i’m keeping it.”

“if you keep stealing my sweatshirts there won’t be any left,” he chuckles.

“but they’re so comfy.”

“i’ll make you a deal. you can have that one if you give me the ones that don’t have my scent anymore.”

“whyyy?” you whine. “i like your hoodies.”

“I know but i need some of them back, pretty girl.” you pout before an idea crosses your mind. you look up at suki with big eyes, silently begging him to change his mind.

he grimaces. “not the puppy eyes.”

“please?”

“pretty girl…”

“please alpha,” you whine, holding onto his arm and adding a pout with a slight lip quiver. katsuki feels his chest pang with guilt. “i’ll do anything for another hoodie.”

“ugh, fine. you can keep it for now.”

“yay!” you squeal and hug his arm tighter. “thank you, ‘suki.”

“you’re welcome. did you still want that water?”

“yes please! but first lemme see your hands,” you order. katsuki lets you see his bruised hands, your thumb going over the scrapes. “i’ll dress this up after you take a shower.”

“you don’t have to, it’s not even that bad,” he insists.

“you have to clean them properly, katsuki.”

he chuckles at your fussing. “okay, nurse.”

“doctor,” you correct.

“oh, sorry dr. pretty girl.”

“better,” you smile proudly. “now go shower and i’ll meet you in your den.”

“yes doctor,” he teases.

after about fifteen minutes, katsuki emerges from his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his neck with a pair of sweatpants dangerously low on his hips .

you sit on the bed with his mini first aid kit and clean up the wound with rubbing alcohol, putting a dark green bandage on the biggest scrape.

“thanks again,” you say quietly. “you didn’t have to beat him up like that…”

“he made you uncomfortable and scented you without permission,” he growls.

you kiss his bandaged knuckles. “thank you, alpha.”

“i’d do anything for you, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your cheek tenderly. 

both of you settle into bed for the night, somehow ending up naked and enjoying the skin on skin contact. you sleepily rub your cheek on his chest, purring softly and covering him in warm vanilla.

katsuki looks down at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb as you nestle impossibly closer. “g’night, alpha,” you yawn, slowly drifting off.

katsuki smiles at you and kisses your forehead. “goodnight pretty girl.” he waits until your breathing turns deep and even. “i love you.”

you smile softly in your sleep at the sound of the tender words, snuggling closer and falling asleep.

[semisgroupie]

Have a happy birthday!!!!! Have so much fun!!

Thank you so much!

[eldritch-spouse]

Thoughts on Jeepers Creepers from his movies. This isn't really a smash or pass ask (feel free to answer that though), just general thoughts on the monster. Personally as a kid watching the second movie scared me to high hell. I hated driving at night for a real long time.

I just really like that movie on general. The hers scene is the best. More horror movies need a scene like that.

Overall its not exactly underrated moreso overlooked. But I love him both his biology general sadism are wonderful.

Ahhh, I can't really offer much of an answer? I don't know all that much about Jeepers Creepers, but there's a surprising amount of lore behind his origins? Quite weird. I've never seen any of the movies but I have watched tons of clips of the character itself.

Visually, I love it when he peels his face open, I think he looks very pretty that way. The problem comes when he closes it again and it just kind of looks... Eh.

Aside from his general appearance, I can't say I'm very interested in him, nor do I have much on my mind.

[7inaa]

@pharaohanubis0 i luh u

“Rin im paying, and that’s final.”

You say reaching into your prada saffino purse that matches your saffino pumps, a gift from Rin. The same man who is sitting across from you, wearing a black pure silk shirt with the buttons open, showcasing his toned chest and inky tattoos. Black slacks that further accentuate his thick thighs and long legs and Valentino loafers, his Arabic cologne filling the top floor of this restaurant with a sweet and musky scent. Not a heavy or intense fragrance, just enough to know people know he’s a man of luxury. He looks at you long and hard before shifting his hips leaning back, rolling his neck and answering.

“No”

He scoffs deep and soft, almost- no offended that you even thought to offer when he knows, when you know he’s always got it covered. Ignoring him you call for the check, card in hand ready to swipe your pink personalised card, a little excited, very confident. But before you see it. a whiff of his cologne caught your nose and in a flash and your card is no longer in your hand. In shock, your eyes flit to his only to see him twirling your card through fingers while resting his elbows on the table, eyes low and somehow glowing micheviously. A small hint of warning swirling in those histeria coloured irises too.

“Don’t be difficult darling, I said I always, always got you, okay?”

Other hand reaching out to squeeze yours lovingly before bringing it to his plump lips to seal the promise.

“If you want to treat me so bad, we should be heading home right?” He gives a handsome crooked smile, showing his sharp canines that will hopefully be in your neck later, you nod and give a small smile back.

“Check please”

[eldritch-spouse]

Hypothetically could someone just guess a demons true name. Like they think of a demon or trying to summon one using their true name.

Well, yeah.

It's essentially a less abrasive version of the infinite monkey theorem.

You're going to summon a lot of random demons... Good luck.

You can also guess sigils, in the event you're attempting to summon a demon via their specific symbol. Hint: Scribbling cocks won't get you a concubus, but they do find it funny.

[eldritch-spouse]

Ya know what forget the Icons. What I want now is a reality TV show based on their soulmates. Just hanging out, shootin the shit, occasionally fighting. Just pure chaos and vibes.

"Demonlord Wives"

It's the hottest, trashiest shit in Hell.

Probably also on its way to become very popular on the surface and sweep a good portion of other mainstream reality TV shows.

[craftycheetah]

Thanks for the tag!

Fave color: purple and blue

Currently reading: Nothing lol

Last series: Is it cake?

Last movie: MHA: World Heroes Mission

Sweet/spicy/savory: Yes

Currently working on: My SMAU and a couple fics hehe

Tagging: @kurocantcommunicate @bvnnichuu @luke-rights @pharaohanubis0 + whoever wants to join

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Judes pink and ill be blue!!

favorite color: pink and yellow c: / teal and red <3

currently reading: nothing lmao

last song: Eternity With You from Obsidian / Mrs Magic by Strawberry Guy

last series: Bobs Burgers

last movie: Wreck It Ralph

sweet / spicy / savory: yes :) / sweet and savory <3

currently working on: a self ship animatic for clerks :) / commissions and might start on a self ship piece

tagged by: @hadesgoddess !!

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no pressure obv <3

[eldritch-spouse]

Fine guess I'll ask since no one one will. What do angel heads taste like?

Like if I lick an angels head what would that taste like?

Not my fault they remind me of marbles.

I'd say it depends on the angel. It may taste like skin, or fur, or metal- It really does depend!

Belo's head is not furred like the rest of his body, it tastes slightly leathery.

Jonesy's head tastes salty, because it is, in fact, an eyeball.

[eldritch-spouse]

So I was watching the Shrek movies and one of my first thoughts were "Santi would love this".

Weird sudden thought, but who wouldn't? They're objectively good.

[forgetmenightshadevn]

Gotta say I love your oc meme. Where exactly did you get it because I've been looking for one like that?

Do you mean the MurderOC meme? It's by slashesotron here on tumblr!

Here's a blank one for you! Hopefully the quality is ok off of mobile 😬

[eldritch-spouse]

Hypothetically if Obi so gained weight from all the extra food he fed them would be get off to that. Id feel liked he'd get off to it.

That intimate feeling of knowing there's more of your so kiss, bite, suck, and nip at. And it's all thanks to him, no one else. The thought would have that man drooling.

I can feel it in my bones.

He does, shamefully.

On the one hand, Obie is the brighter side of associating food with love. Morell would be the darker side. Obie feeds you because he loves you, because that's how his culture tells him to express love. A glutton knows his partner will be happy with them forever if they're always well fed. If they're stuffed. And, well, Obie is bound to cook a lot more than you'll ever need to feel full, because he forgets a human's appetite is nowhere near a gluttony demon's near endless craving. That was entirely accidental on his part.

When the weight gain starts, if it does, Obie gets a rush. It started out as something truly wholesome- He was happy to see your body full, taken care of, beautiful! Not that you didn't look beautiful before, you did, this is just a differently gorgeous form of you, one that he helped create. What began as admiration and infatuation, pride, very quickly turns sexual.

And well, feederism is fairly vanilla among gluttons of all sizes. It's part of their core. Most of the ones who seek contact outside of the gluttony ring just learn to be a little more subtle about it. That's why Obie never really spells it out to you either. Because it's honestly better if you don't think about it too much, right? Just enjoy his care, yes?

If you gain weight, and it doesn't bother you, then there's no reason to panic, right? You look so unbelievably hot, Obie wants to touch every new inch of you and mark it. You're a deity among mere peasants and he's the only one lucky enough to get to maintain your luscious body. You will feel like the most attractive creature to walk this Earth and Obie will make sure everyone else knows it.

Best of all, the demon takes the time to make sure you know he's not merely fetishizing your weight. You're a person, you're the human he's fallen deeply in love with, no matter what shape your body takes, he will crave you to his grave. Foodplay and feederism are things Obie will suggest but never impose on you, unless he's truly lost, but I digress.

[eldritch-spouse]

How does Krulu deal with a Amdin who is singing in their head almost constantly. Because that's me. Hope he likes 💫💫💫💫💫💫💫musicals 💫💫💫💫💫

It's the fifth time in this last hour that you have mentally looped through Sweeney Todd's songs, the higher is just about ready to squish his own vessel like an ant. Out of all things your non-sensical little lesser brain could get fixated on, you chose this parody of entertainment with no real substance to it, this grating, poorly-crafted excuse of music.

" I am trying to work, lesser. "

You visibly cringe, halting your subconscious mental chattering, the singing that has been echoing around his own head for hours now, in a blissful moment of focused silence.

" I know your kind has its limitations, but do make an effort to be silent. "

" I can't- I know it bothers you, my worship but... It's intrusive, like a- An earworm, I think that's- "

" Earworm? "

Krulu rifles through the folds of your mind at striking speeds, something that physically makes you shiver in discomfort. Finally, he grasps the meaning of the word.

" Yes. Kind of like how- "

Krulu grins. You can't see it, but you can sense it, he allows you to feel his mischievous glee. It gives you pause, something that thrills the higher.

" Then how about the following, lamb? Every time you start singing, I will manifest one worm inside your ear canal. "

It was more of a jest than anything, but you don't need to know that. They wait for your reaction.

" ... I will never mention Sweeney Todd again. "

" Good. "

[eldritch-spouse]

So on a scale from supportive BFF to Gordon Ramsey on his worst day, how would Morell rate his piglets cooking.

Hell how would he rate everyone's cooking.

The best way to put it is that he's Gordon Ramsey on steroids with everyone but- When it comes to Piglet, someone put a muzzle on him.

He's... He's just passionate about his craft, you know? And he's not allowing culinary sins anywhere near him. Especially not his poor piglet! While most people would get a bark out of Morell, maybe even a swipe on the back of the head, you get only tongue clicking and the mushroom holding your hands as you cook, guiding you to do certain things differently. Trying to make anything with Morell around you is a very stressful ordeal, needless to say.

Does he need to loom over you every damn second? No. Will he still do it? Absolutely. Morell could just tell you how to do things from a distance, but isn't it better this way? With him there to stop you before you make a mistake? With his hands rubbing soothingly at your shoulders? Is it just you or did he sniff your hair when he leaned down? Sometimes you don't even know what you're cooking... What type of meat he's using. It's best not to ask at all.

Everyone else though? He can give a pass to monsters like Nebul, Fank-e, Santi and Belo. They don't need to eat, therefore, why would they know how to cook?

But Vinnel, who only ever seems to want nothing but the cheapest sweets, and Grimbly, incapable of cracking a god damn egg properly, Patches who might very well kill a man with the amount of spices he dumps in his fucking food- It drives him insane! The chef wants to slap them all. Gallon passes because, even if he takes forever and a day to finish anything, he's meticulous, and the cook appreciates that.

This displeasure of his leads to Morell often making snacks for everyone's break time, the staff floor itself has a little kitchenette for this now. It's almost cute, if he didn't have to wrestle his coworkers away from the unfinished food.