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autisticnonbinaryperson · 7 months

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My hero but fucking sad...with smut>:)

this is a Aizawa x Present mic smut

The leaves fell down like rain, dead leaves falling from the trees, it was nearing winter in Japan, and Yamada couldn’t wait. Aizawa’s birthday was just a few days away, while he still had to teach, he did get the day off, so Yamada just had to surprise him.

Yamada was waiting patiently, Aizawa’s birthday was nearing, and his surprise would truly make this one memorable. Yamada sat in the chair of their shared apartment, he couldn’t wait, he really needed to see Aizawa, he had brought the class to the woods for a while before the break, most of the students loved it, even the more ‘primal’ alphas were able to calm down during the trip from what he heard.

The news came on, the class was back, why were they on tv? Yamada didn’t see his love on tv? Maybe he had already left? He didn’t need to worry, he knew Aizawa was strong, and was probably on his way home now.

Yamada watched the news, it was talking about the class quite a bit, how they all came back safe…then the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Is this Hizashi Yamada?”

“Yes, may I ask what you need me for?”

“We always hate to say this, but—”

The phone dropped, hitting the tiled floors, it was all static to Yamada, it was a joke, a sick dream, no, No, NO—

Yamada sat on the floor, playing back the call, listening to it again, and again. The details always caught him, they left him, They left him… THEY left him…LEFT him… Yamada couldn’t believe it, he was dead, he didn’t know why, or how, well he did know how…

Stupid villain, why, WHY, WHY LIKE THAT?.......He couldn’t tell reality anymore, the sickened thought, each bone, carefully snapped and broken, it didn’t matter the quirk, they were a prime Alpha…double the size, each joint being pulled apart like it was cheap glue holding them together, they didn’t even stop there…

Blood…. A river, screaming, running, useless, Useless, USELESS—

Chest opened, showing the beating heart and his adoring ribs, broken like a shard of glass,river bleeding red, but of course Aizawa would hold on, for hope someone would be a man and save him, but of course not, the other Alphas were too busy adorning the view. Yamada was disgusted, and of course the blood-thirsty Alpha wasn’t going to stop there, Aizawa was still alive, and that wasn’t allowed. Head forced in freezing cold water, air…right there, but unable to reach, trying, fighting, begging, breathing, crying, accepting… death…

Yamada couldn’t move, they couldn’t save him, in the forest for a day or so, butterflies and flowers already sprouting on his body. Yamada couldn’t go in and see his dead love, not even like this. Yamada couldn’t help the tears that welled in his eyes, he had been utterly emotionless till now, unable to understand how they couldn’t have saved him? Why—

Yamada didn't know what happened for the next few days, it's like everyone moved on, except a few of the students, they came to see him, cry with him, the three were Bakugou, Midorya and Todoroki, they all didn’t go on the trip as they had to go to a different event.

Yamada sat in bed, it was like every other day, today would have been his birthday, and everyone acted like he never existed at all. Yamada hadn’t showered in days, he couldn't bring himself to dismantle Aizawa’s nest, he just couldn’t…Tears were flowing down his irritated cheeks, red from hours of gentle crying.

It was late, he had left work for a while, he hadn't slept in so long, he couldn’t tell reality. But he could swear he saw Aizawa in the corner staring, his eyes watching, almost glowing in the dark room. Maybe he needed to go back to work, he was going insane…

Yamada went back to work a week later, he could never be as enthusiastic as before, Yamada couldn’t wait to get home, to him and Aizawa’s nest, even if he wasn’t there anymore, the nest always felt…Alive…like he was still there…oh god……he was going insane.

Yamada left the school, and almost ran back home, when he got to the apartment, he quickly opened the door to the pitch-black bedroom, a small hue of orange light coming from part of the uncovered window, Yamada stared at the bed, then he saw it…NO, he was dreaming, he had to be, Aizawa was there, on the bed, his upper chest and…there covered, in a sage green, it was partially see-through, Yamada could see his perked chest, milk making them slightly plump. The underwear was in a thong like shape, matt, but beautiful, barely hiding anything. He seemed to be straightening the nest, like he normally did.

Yamada stood there, admiring him, somehow he was there, obviously not alive, his chest was ripped open, but it wasn’t bleeding. Yamada didn’t know how, but he wouldn’t waste this chance. He wanted Aizawa, he needed his touch, his Love… Yamada ran towards the bed, he was weary of the nest, and hugged Aizawa, he didn’t care how, or why, all he cared about was the scent he smelled the second he touched Aizawa, the smell coffee and lavender, with a hint of oranges, Aizawa jumped, he hadn’t seen Yamda, be had been startled.

Yamada started to cry, he had missed him so much..

“You missed your birthday”Yamada said in tears

“I’m back now” Aizawa said as he cupped Yamada’s face in his hands, Yamada pressed his face into Aizawa’s hips. They sat like that for a few minutes before Aizawa got up, walking towards the closet.

“You need me don’t you?” Aizawa as he grabbed something from the closet while walking back.

“Yes…sorry” Yamada said as he watched Aizawa walked towards him, lifting up his chin.

“There's nothing to be sorry for, little flower”Aizawa said as he gently roped around the sage green rope, holding Yamada down, tying it around his chest. A heart tie was made, after of course Aizawa shedded all of Yamada’s clothes, throwing them to the floor, each complex knot showing off Yamada's skin. Aizawa himself shed his clothes, first his top, it slid off his pale skin, showing off his plump tits, next his underwear, sliding off his round hips, to his fat fucking thighs, smooth, god Yamada wanted to die between them. But of course, the prize was quickly shown to, Aizawa’s cunt, being an omega, he was cursed with certain female aspects, Yamada was a prime alpha, which fit nicely with Aizawa being a prime omega, they were made for each other, but Yamada was a much more ‘submissive’ alpha than most, which complemented Aizawa’s more dominant personality. Yamada was pushed back on the bed, seeing his love's cunt shining with slick. Yamada couldn’t wait for it.

“Please Aizawa, I need you, please” Yamada said pathetically.

“Just wait a minute darling,” Aizawa said back in a sweet tone. Aizawa quickly mounted Yamada, his dick being slicked up by Aizawa’s beautiful pussy.

“Can I please touch your chest?” Yamada begged, if anything, that's what he wanted most right now.

“You can wait sweetheart” Aizawa said, lining up Yamada’s cock. Aizawa couldn’t wait, nor could Yamada. Aizawa sat down on Yamada’s cock, a moan ripping out of Aizawa’s throat.

“Fuck” Aizawa said breathlessly

“Please, omega… move” Yamada knew that Aizawa couldn’t exactly deny his request, but he knew that if he used the alpha command, Aizawa would crucify him. Aizawa gave him a glare, but gave in. Aizawa pushed himself up, then dropping down, the velvet walls tightening around him, like a vice grip. Another moan flowed out of Aizawa’s mouth, Aizawa continued his motions, going up and down at a rigorous pace. Moans flowing out of his mouth, Yamda could barely handle it, but he tried to for Aizawa’s sake.

“Please, Please, please” Yamada begged, tears forming in his eyes, he still couldn’t believe it.

“Is there something you need?” Aizawa asked, slowing down, rubbing Yamada’s chest.

“I don’t wanna cum yet…” Yamada said, clearly embarrassed.

Aizawa kissed one of the tears running down Yamada’s cheek.

“You don’t need to hold on, we can do this again if you want, this is about your pleasure, not mine.” Aizawa calmed Yamada down, kissing down his neck and chest.

“You're perfect, you don’t need to hold back, you waited so long, you already held yourself back, don’t now” Aizawa kissed him again, licking through every crevice in Yamada’s mouth. Aizawa continued his movements.

Yamada couldn’t handle it, tears welling up, the rope kept his hands down from grabbing Aizawa, which at this point would be good. Yamada felt the pleasuring sparks run up and down his body, the wet squelching of slick, Yamada was close, he could feel it…

“Aizawa, Aizawa please, I’m gonna cum” Yamada rambled pathetically.

“You’re doing perfectly, such a good boy,” Aizawa said in between short moans. Yamada felt his knot forming, if he knotted Aizawa, they wouldn’t be able to do it again, it would rob Aizawa of the pleasure—Yamada’s thoughts stopped, white hot electricity shot through his veins, a loud moan ripped through Yamada’s voice. Aizawa had knotted himself, Aizawa knotted himself…

Yamada blanked, he couldn’t remember anything, that had to have been the best orgasim in his life, he could barely see, he felt the rope on his arms and chest being removed, finally free. Yamada quickly flipped them over, laying his head near Aizawa’s neck.

“Can I touch your chest now?” Yamada asked impatiently.

“Just be careful” Aizawa replied, Yamada knew why, the lower part of his chest was, well you know. Yamada quickly latched his mouth to one of the perked buds, gently sucking, he still had tears running down his red stained face. Yamada sucked, and sweet milk filled his mouth, is was divine, tasting like the earth's most exotic delicacy, he didn’t know how Aizawa was here, and he wasn’t going to ask, he just basked in the moment, with his love, even if Aizawa missed his surprise, a little black box on the table, with a ring inside……he would show him later, right now, he wanted to suck his tits dry.

#omegaverse #mha #aizawa shouta #present mic #aizawa x present mic #angst #smut #male lactation #power bottom #alpha present mic #omega aizawa #send help #i listened to melanie martinez while making this #my friends are insane

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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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BNHA OmegaVerse

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Disclaimer! Many of these stories contain mature content. Please read the tags on AO3.

Art not mine! Credit to sulkingmoon {twitter}

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One Shot | NSFW

Alphas and Omegas, Oh My!

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My Perfect Problem Child

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Summary: Shouta defends Izuku's nest and purity from unwanted alpha suitors. He receives a reward later for all his hard work and superior willpower. Complete | 2 Chapters | NSFW

I wanna take care of you Sensei!

by Hitotheshounen

Summary: Aizawa just wanted to spend his heat in peace while his students were gone.

Of Course, nothing goes how he planned it.

Midoriya truly was his problem child.

Incomplete | 11/? Chapters | NSFW

Last updated 2021

Milking what it’s worth

by Raikaoo

Summary: Izuku began to notice certain changes in his body, Eri needs to be fed more but she can't keep food down. Aizawa discovered a new kink of his that Midnight would probably laugh at him for. One Shot | NSFW

Be Your Light

by kyramidoriya

Summary: As Shouta approached his 35th birthday as an unmated alpha, he received a letter in the mail that he would be forced to take a mate. He would have to visit a local Omega House and take home a stranger. Shouta knew these places were horrible, though. Any omega he takes home will have a long road to recovery. So, he summons his courage as a hero and decides to rescue an omega.

A new roommate would be fine, right?

Little does Shouta know, he's destined to fall in love with Izuku, the adorable 20-year-old quirkless omega with the curly hair and big green eyes.

Complete | 43 Chapters | NSFW

🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹

Poly

The Omegas Who Changed Aizawa's World

by EmAi (mtriestowrite)

Summary: Katsuki, Izuku, and Shouto, were all abaddoned in an Omega shelter, each for not being good, acceptable omegas. But when all three of them are brought into the Aizawa household, the relationship isn't what they expected. Instead of mating with them, Alpha and Pro Hero Aizawa Shouta is decided on giving the three a decent life, confusing the three sexually frustrasted omegas, who are still struggling between their emotional trauma and their omega needs to be with their Alpha, and with each other. OR The poly a/b/o fic with Aizawa/Shouto/Izuku/Katsuki, with no teacher/student relations, but a lot of hurt/comfort, cuddling, degeneracy and therapy.

Incomplete | 35/? chapters | NSFW

🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹

Misc. Pairs

Redemption Series by Mara64

Summary: Omega Midoriya Izuku x Alpha Shigaraki Tomura

2 Works

Redemption - Mara64 - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works ARCHIVEOFOUROWN.OR

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bugsweirdworld · 2 years

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Aizawa is an omega and the daily wear of his capture scarf and constant use of his sleeping bag are impulses caused by the repression of his nesting instinct when he was young.

No cause why is this concept so good???

I don't know if you've ever seen the theories about him coming from a wealthy background, but I feel like that would work so well with this.

We don't know much about Shouta's family but I tend to imagine that they neglected him in favour of their socialite lives. When they were around, they were still distant, leaving a clear divide between Shouta and his parents. They pushed him, trained him, to be a certain way and fit with their lifestyle despite how reduntant and meaningless Shouta thought it all was. Their lack of care and emotional support could be one of the reasons he struggles so much.

But if you throw a/b/o into the mix too, you get a whole other wave of hurt. This means that not only did his family neglect him but they also went so far as to actively try and train his instincts out of him. Including instinct supressors and blockers from a young age. This would have left him uneducated, underdeveloped and unaware. Three very dangerous things to be in a world where dynamics rule. He would've been in a vulnerable position for most of his youth and it isn't until he starts getting older and training to be a hero at school that he's taken aside and properly taught about the secondary genders and how they affect people. I can imagine so many different scenarios of Hizashi and Oboro helping Shouta on his journey to finally feel and master his instincts for the first time.

The constant full body coverage and enclosed sleeping spaces (such as his sleeping bag) to mimic instinctual comfort and nesting are just the perfectly angsty cherries on top.

#bugreplies #aizawa #shouta #shouta aizawa #abo #a/b/o #omega shouta #omega!shouta #omega aizawa #omega!aizawa #bnha #mha #my hero academia

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fatkish · 12 days

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Alpha Erasermic x Mortem Omega Reader: Rehabilitating an Omega

Reader is entered into an Omega facility

These facilities are made and operated by Omegas, for Omegas. These facilities are created to help Omegas find mates as well as give them a safe place to have their heats

These facilities also act as a sort of apartment complex for omegas. As well as a rehabilitation center for any that were abused or rescued

Reader was found by police, living on the streets and had become feral, meaning they were completely lost to and driven by their instincts and would attack any alpha that tried to interact with them

Due to the reader’s aggression and violence, Omegas from the center were called, the reader was tranquilized via a gas canister (it’s the only safe way to successfully deal with someone who’s gone feral without getting anybody hurt of killed)

The reader was admitted to the rehabilitation program that focuses on having reputable alphas come in and work with these omegas and help them by providing and being a positive example of an alpha, healing the mistrust an omega may have

The reader being a Mortem meant that they needed the best for the job

Aizawa didn’t have an omega of his own, he was too busy with all his responsibilities. But when he was younger, he signed up for the program due to his alpha’s natural affinity for being docile and rational. He is one of the top alphas in the rehabilitation program, as he has helped many omegas learn to overcome their trauma and fear towards alphas

But he’s never actually been interested and desired to mate with one of the omegas, until he met the reader

He had brought Hizashi, just in case as a backup.

The way the rehabilitation program works is that each alpha that’s available in the program will give a scent sample (a small cloth covered in their scent) that the omega workers will collect and bring back to the omegas

The omegas will be brought into a room one by one or the cloths will be brought to them and the omega will pick whichever cloth has the most alluring or best scent

Since reader is a Mortem, the staff brought the clothes to them, but the reader thrashed against the door in anger and it seemed as though the reader would reject every single one

Due to a Mortem’s unpredictable and often times violent nature, Mortems that cannot find an alpha are often euthanized (given a lethal injection)

It isn’t right and is a very hard to stomach process, but it was the Omega community that decided that it was a necessary mercy, since a Mortem’s heats are extremely painful without an alpha and they would slowly and painfully die as their body shut down from the stress of enduring too many heats alone and unaided

This is why, when the reader stopped thrashing and silence had taken over the area, only to be disrupted by chuffing and deep clicks, the workers were thrilled

The reader had actually managed to find an alpha’s scent that they didn’t react aggressively towards. This alpha in question was non other than Aizawa Shouta

When Aizawa was brought back to one of the meeting rooms to wait in, the expected the reader to walk straight towards his scent, but they didn’t

Hizashi was in another room with other alphas who were waiting for various omegas. The reader had caught another scent that they liked and began to follow that one. Upon seeing the reader not head straight for the room Aizawa was waiting in, the staff were curious and concerned. The reader ended up following Hizashi’s scent into the waiting room

Chaos erupted. The reader began snarling and trying to attack any alpha that got close, the alpha’s, understanding the situation, all fled the room. When Hizashi tried to leave, the reader got in his way. Staring him down, the reader slowly approached and began sniffing him, chuffing and making deep appreciative clicks

When Aizawa got into the room, he saw the reader nuzzling Hizashi’s neck. After seeing that, the workers allowed Aizawa and Hizashi to take the reader home with them

Once they got home, they showed the reader an empty room where they could build their nest, the reader got to work build their nest right away. Hizashi and Aizawa provided soft blankets, pillows of various sizes and shapes, etc.

When Hizashi and Aizawa are gone and out of the house, the Reader steals Aizawa’s underwear and nuzzles into the crotch part of it, since is has the most concentration of Aizawa’s natural musk

Reader sneaks out to collect the softest fabric materials and takes them back to their nest

Reader will snarl, growl and lunge at them if they try to enter their nest without the reader’s permission

Hizashi will lay on top of the reader, nuzzling their neck and crooning softly to them. He’ll purr and rumble to them, releasing a calming and happy pheromone signifying his alpha is happy

Aizawa is all too happy to simply sleep with the reader on his chest, their face tucked into his neck as one of his arms is wrapped around them

Hizashi will stand outside the reader’s door and whine like a puppy, even when the reader is in heat. When his alpha wants access to his omega, be it simply to dote on and care for the omega or even to f~~~ the living daylights out of them, he’ll whine

Aizawa is a bit more stern. If the reader is being particularly fussy and is ignoring them, he’ll drag the reader out of their room and give them a deep warning growl if they try to resist, he’ll then give the reader a proper dicking down, making sure the poor omega cries and screams in pleasure and ecstasy

Aizawa’s cock is thicker than Hizashi’s, but Hizashi’s is longer than Aizawa’s. When Aizawa knots the reader, Hizashi will let the reader mouth at his cock and balls, nipping at Hizashi’s scent glands in his thighs

Aizawa is rougher than Hizashi is normally and his knot is thicker, but Hizashi’s knot lasts longer. Aizawa will often let Hizashi go first to help stretch the reader’s walls.

Hizashi is whiny and possessive yet passionate and loving during his ruts. He may growl at Aizawa when he enters but quickly realizes that it’s just his other mate and then he’s calm

Aizawa is rough and very possessive but can be gentle and sweet. There are times when Aizawa doesn’t recognize Hizashi when he knots the reader, this leads to him snarling at Hizashi and Hizashi doesn’t take that lightly

Hizashi can be a rough dom and more often than not, Aizawa is on the receiving end of Hizashi’s dominate side. When Aizawa growls at him during his ruts when his knot is locked deep inside the reader, Hizashi will happily take the chance to remind Aizawa that they are equals by f~~~ing him deep

All in all, the Alpha pair love the reader and you are so very happy and in love with your wonderful and strong mates

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spiderlily-w1tch-blog · 3 months

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𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚊 - 𝙰𝙱𝙾 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Unknown Omega/First Heat, stepcest, claiming|mating + Daddy Kink, fingering, belly bulge, creampie, knotting, breeding

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: includes stepparent-stepchild stepcest and large age gap(R: early 20s, A: late 40s-early 50s)

WC: 4,375

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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“Daddy! Can you drive me to the mall? I gotta get my phone fixed!” You called down the stairs to your stepfather. While you had your license, you didn’t have your own car and your stepdad’s was the only car you could use, though never without his permission.

“Sure thing, sweetheart! Just meet me in the car when you’re ready to go?” You heard his deep voice call back up to you. His deep, gravelly voice had an odd effect on you today. You had always known his voice was hot, though you tried to not let your mind wander too much. Today, though, it sent a shiver down your spine and just about made you weak in the knees. Literally. You felt your knees almost buckle below you.

“What the..” You muttered but just shrugged it off as your mind still being a little hazy from sleep. So you continued to slide on your clothes and pack your messenger bag.

“You almost ready, princess?” As you heard his voice again, the same shiver shot down your spine and a warmth planted itself in your lower belly. Now chalking it up to simply being hungry, you just grabbed your bag and threw the strap over your shoulder.

“Coming, daddy!” You heard the door close though it didn’t latch and you jogged down the stairs to meet your stepdad at his truck.

“Morning, princess. What’s wrong with your phone?” He asked when you climbed into the passenger seat.

You looked over at him and noticed his long black hair was tied back in a loose bun that hung low on the back of his head and his stubble was growing back from when he’d had to shave it for a meeting with the school board of the High School where he works. He wore a tight-fitting long sleeve black shirt and simple dark blue jeans with his normal black boots. His normally tired eyes didn’t quite seem tired but they were still lidded in an easy manner.

“I have no clue when it happened but the screen is entirely cracked and it looks like someone ran over it with at least a dirt bike..” You grumbled, twisting to pull your seatbelt across your body, leaving a hint that your stepbrother might have been responsible, though your stepdad seemed to gloss over it. He probably chalked it up to your constant butting heads with his son.

“Huh, well, hopefully, they can fix it quickly, it’ll be bad if no one can reach you if you go out on your own.” The rumble of the engine shook the truck and he started on his way to the super-mall in town since that was the closest place with a cell phone shop.

“While we’re there do you wanna get some food? I’m starving!” You announced with a slight laugh, seeing an amused smile playing on the Alpha’s features as he shook his head at your dramatics.

“Sure, princess, we can get some food. You okay with the stuff they got in the food court or do you wanna check anywhere else out?” He asked glancing for half a second at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Hmm.. Well, I’ll probably have to leave it with them to see if they can salvage it, or at least my data, so we should probably stick close.” You reasoned, thinking of places in the mall with any good food.

“Good thinking, we’ll get there and see where our bellies take us.” He chuckled, patting his hand down on your thigh which made you laugh more with his sentence. He fully turned to look at you with his amused smile when he finally parked at the mall, which you hadn’t realized you’d arrived at.

Having been so caught up in conversation, you hadn’t realized that you felt really warm and a haze starting to infect your mind. As you moved to leave the car, you felt an uncomfortable throb in your nether regions. Pushing it to the side in favor of getting your phone fixed, you trudged forward with the tall black haired man into the mall.

“You feeling okay, sweetheart? You look a little red.” Said man asked, lifting his hand to rest it on the side of your neck opposite him, slightly wrapping his arm around you. The touch on your scent gland felt better than you ever could have imagined and your instincts all but screamed at you to curl into his body, but you resisted any and all reaction.

“Y-yea.. Maybe it’s just the summer heat catching up to me, I guess I might have put on one too many layers,” You reasoned, forgetting that you only wore one layer over your underwear, as just a tank top and leggings.

“Hmm.. Okay, but if you start feeling off you tell me, alright? I’ll drive you home and come back to grab your phone if I need to.” He kept his arm around your shoulders, though he removed his hand from your neck. The loss of contact made you inexplicably want to whine. ‘It’s probably just because I’m feeling weird so I want the comfort or something..’

“‘Kay, thanks, Daddy.” You slightly leaned into him with a content breath and he just wrapped his arm further around you as you both walked through the bustling hallways. Finally reaching the cell phone shop, you were glad you didn’t have to wait too long to reach the desk.

“How can I help you- Oh! Aizawa Sensei! What are you doing here?” The green-haired Beta teen behind the desk greeted the black-haired Alpha.

“Midoriya,” Your stepdad greeted back with a slight nod, “I’m here with my stepdaughter, her phone is busted so we need to get it fixed.” He simply explained, vaguely gesturing to you with a glance, you still being tucked into his side and still looking slightly flushed.

“Oh, hello! Are you feeling alright?” The Beta, Midoriya as it seems, asked with worry upon seeing you flushed and leaning into your stepdad.

“Mhm, fine, thank you, just a little off today,” You offered with a smile which seemed to appease the boy.

“Well, alright then! What seems to be the problem?” He offered a smile of his own in return.

“You tell me,” You chuckled, fishing your phone out of your bag as you moved to stand on your own away from the comfort of your Alpha stepdad’s side. You placed your phone on the counter and badly concealed a laugh at the way the green-haired boy’s equally green eyes nearly bulged at the sight.

“W-What happened??”

“Not sure. I left it on the kitchen counter to make dinner and I couldn’t find it for an hour or so afterwards and suddenly it appeared like that in my room. I personally suspect my stepbrother..” You muttered at the end, earning another chuckle from the man beside you.

“I think you’re just looking for an excuse to blame him for something, sweetheart.”He teased, setting his hand on your shoulder as he sent another amused grin at you as he eyed you out the corner of his eye, making you ‘Hmph’.

“Well, I’ll have to check with the Techies if this can even be salvaged, and if not we’ll do whatever we can to retrieve your data. Either way, it’ll be a while so if you just want to stick around the mall until it’s ready, that’ll probably be best. Aizawa Sensei, we can let you know when it’s ready since the time can vary by whichever process is needed. Either way, I’ll get you guys a discount.” He lowered his voice with a mischievous smile and a playful wink.

“Thank you so much! You are a lifesaver! If I don’t have my phone I’ll pretty much be confined to the house without a chaperone,” You chuckled.

“Thank you, Midoriya. We’ll stick around near here until then.” Your stepdad said, giving a small nod of appreciation. After leaving your phone in the care of his student, the Alpha lead you out of the shop and started walking in the direction of the food court.

“You still hungry, princess?” He leaned down to speak into your ear from how loud the corridor was with the people yelling speaking loudly to each other. The closeness and feeling of his breath on your ear and neck sent a shiver wracking through your body and your knees weakened leading to you falling into his embrace, though it could easily be passed off as simply leaning back into him.

“Uhm.. A-a bit, yea..” You said, moving to lead him to the restaurant stations before he could question your stutter.

Once you arrived you were then even more flushed and you felt heat rising in every part of you, between your legs throbbing even more with a sort of cramping fire in your lower belly. You were panting and the haze in your mind had even more of a hold on you now. As you entered the dining area you could feel all the sensations overwhelming you.

“Daddy..” You whined, entirely falling into him for support as your legs couldn’t keep you up any longer.

“Y/n…” The Alpha muttered out your name, his arms wrapped around your back, keeping you up. His voice was huskier and thicker and when you brought your head up to look at him, you saw his pupils were blown and his nostrils were slightly flared.

“Daddy… It.. It hurts…” The heat was overtaking your body and the throbbing between your legs was verging on painful, your lower belly feeling just about on fire and an ache building inside that your instincts knew the solution to. It was your instincts that told you that that ache you felt was from the emptiness you were so hyper-aware of.

“D-Daddy… Please.. Make it stop.. Make the heat go away.. Please… Alpha..” As soon as his denomination left your lips he had your neck craned up, cradling the back of your head, his lips locked with yours. Your mouths moved clumsily against each other, teeth bumping and saliva leaking down your chins as your tongues tangled wetly. Your pheromones leaked out in droves and made every Alpha in the area turn and look.

‘Unclaimed Omega! Just presented!’ All of their instincts practically screamed at them. When they turned and saw an Alpha already ravaging you, their jealousy and competitiveness flared. A few started moving towards where your stepdad had hoisted you onto a table and started ripping your tank top off your body.

The second that your Alpha stepfather noticed other Alphas encroaching on his Omega- stepdaughter- he turned and planted his hands on either side of you. His hands, were far enough behind you to shield you from the Alphas trying to sneak a peak. He then let out the most vicious, possessive growl you’d ever heard from him and it sent another shockwave of need through you.

“A-Alpha..!” You let out a whiny moan, catching his attention once again. He dipped back in, making quick work of shredding the rest of your top, and started laving his tongue over your scent gland. His mouth pressed against your Claim Site made slick pool in your underwear and your need to submit grew even stronger. Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled away from your neck and clenched his teeth.

“Fuck… Can’t claim you… Fuck, I’m so sorry, princess.. I’ll make it stop hurting.. but.. I can’t claim you. No matter how fuckin’ much I fuckin’ want to, princess..” He muttered in your ear. You didn’t entirely know what exactly he was talking about but you knew it made you whine and let out a whimper. “Shh, it’s okay, princess. I’ll make you feel good, okay? That sound good, Omega?” At the sound of the title, it’s like something snapped in you and you didn’t let yourself wallow in the confusing distress his proclamation caused and only focussed on trying to get his clothes off, or at least enough that you could reach your end goal.

“Alpha.. Alpha, please.. Need.. Need a…” You tried to beg but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Your stepfather assisted in your messy rush to get his pants open with one hand while the other lifted your chin to press another sloppy kiss to your already swollen lips.

“Need a knot, princess, ‘n’ I’m gonna give you one. Promise.” He growled out against your lips in his sultry voice.

“Yes!” Your instincts cried out that that was exactly what you needed, ecstatic that your Alpha was going to give it to you.

“Just hang on a second, ‘Mega, ‘kay?” He asked, trying desperately to stay calm and not lose his head. He knew that the second he gave into his instincts fully he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from claiming you. You, his little stepdaughter who still calls him Daddy, even though you’re already 19. 19, and only now presenting, as an Omega, at that, 3 years late which led to the assumption you were a Beta. Oh, how wrong they all were.

He deftly hooked his fingers in the waistband of your leggings and shimmied them down enough to hook into your panties as well. Quietly instructing you to lift your hips as much as you could, he slid your leggings down to bunch around your knees. The scent of your slick grabbed the attention of everyone around, not just the Alphas, drawing in Betas, too. The power of a freshly presented Omega surely was a dangerous one.

“Fuck, princess… You’re drawing everyone’s attention..” Your stepdad growled out in a sort of prideful possessiveness like he was glad that everyone was not only watching but desperately wishing they could take his place, “They can all smell your slick..” He smirked as he bit his lip when he dragged his fingers through your lower lips. The feeling on your oversensitive cunt had you throwing your head back and letting out a loud keen.

“D-daddy..!” You moaned loudly when he dipped two fingers in, both going in easily with extra space left over. Taking advantage of that, he slid a third finger in to join them, adding to your pleasure, finally feeling a stretch.

“Fuck…” You heard one of the bystanders moan lowly, making you look around and notice all the people watching with varying mixtures of lust, jealousy, and fluster.

“Ahh.. Daddy.. They’re.. they’re watching..” You got out with a moan, though you were far from dissuaded by the audience.

“They are, ‘Mega. They’re all watching you. You’re so fucking gorgeous they can’t take their eyes off you..” Your stepdad told you, spreading his fingers and giving you an even more delicious stretch.

“Please! Alpha! Please! Need you.. Need your knot!” You begged loudly, purposely glancing around and watching the reactions of all the other Alphas around you. All their eyes were firmly on you, some of them had even pulled their own cocks out and began stroking them.

“Of course, princess..” Your Alpha promised, leaning in once again and pressed his lips to yours, “Whatever my Omega wants..” He let out a husky growl into your open and panting mouth as he reached to lift your legs to align with his torso in parallel.

Then, finally, you felt what you had been needing for what felt like forever. You felt his cock pressing against your awaiting hole, trying to press in, to fully breach you.

One gutsy Alpha from the crowd decided he’d had enough watching and wanted to shove his knot inside of you if your stepfather was going to take so long. He stepped forward and let out arrogant and dominating pheromones to hopefully make the black-haired man step aside and simply allow him to dominate you instead.

The moment your Alpha smelt the other Alpha approaching and sensed his intent, he did 2 things simultaneously that made you tense up in an immediate orgasm.

He whipped his head around and let out a growl so possessive and protective and downright threatening. The other Alpha not only backed off but immediately submitted and bowed his head, his arrogance having entirely evaporated.

At the same time, he slammed his hips forward and bottomed out in one thrust. You felt the tip of his cock immediately make contact with your cervix and it only confirmed what your instincts had been latently screaming. He is the perfect Alpha, he fills you perfectly and it’s as if he was always meant to be there, situated inside you, filling you wholly.

The growl he let out shook through his entire body and in turn, it reverberated inside you as well. You felt the vibrations against your clenching walls and you even felt it where his pelvis was pressed flush against the backs of your thighs. The neatly trimmed hair at the base of his dick pressed right against your clit.

“F-fuuucckk-!” You nearly screamed at the instant feeling of fullness. Your stepfather’s hands gripped tightly against your legs, still up and flush to his chest, forcing himself to keep his hips still to let you adjust to the size. He hadn’t given you time to accommodate him as he went in so he worried he would only harm you if he started right away.

“P-please!! D-Daddy-! Move! Move! Please!” You could only beg for what wholly occupied your hazy mind, only knowing your need to be thoroughly filled and bred. That was all he needed to hear as he leaned forward, just slightly, enough to let your knees fold over his shoulder.

Giving you a silent warning with his eyes, he started moving his hips, pulling out until only the tip was left. From there, he immediately began a rough pace. The table he had lifted you into, which you vaguely noted at some point was bolted to the floor, began to shake with the force of his thrusts. His left forearm wrapped tighter around both of your thighs as his other hand snapped to grip your waist in a way that felt like it was divined.

“Fuck, Omega.. Fuck, princess.. You feel so fucking good,” his stubble scratched pleasantly at the flesh of your thigh as he spoke, nipping them every once in a while, “so fucking perfect, ‘Mega..” His words began to slur as he lost himself to the feeling of your cunt gripping down on him like a vice.

“Alpha.. Alpha!! Need.. need your cum, please! Fuck, Alpha, please!!!” You simply shouted out what your Omega was telling you, not even knowing if you were getting any coherent words out at all, though that didn’t matter to you. Not to you, not to the raven-haired Alpha plowing into you, not to any of the bystanders enjoying the show.

With your head thrown back in pleasure from the delicious scrape of your stepdad’s cock against your walls, you could faintly gather that a couple of Alphas had paired with the watching Betas. They plowed into them at the same rhythm you felt your hips clashing with your stepdad’s. It seemed at least one had even already knotted and was simply humping in tandem.

Many other cocks were visible as well, being fucked into fists or simply teased, some were buried in the throats of Betas and the few other Omegas alike. You almost felt envious of the Omegas getting to choke on a cock, your mouth feeling empty for a split second before a loud cry of pleasure was ripped from your throat.

Your stepdad had used his Alpha Claws to shred your leggings right down the middle and, almost simultaneously, pressed your knees to your chest. He leaned forward even more, adding a slight burn to the backs of your thighs, though you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your knees were now thrown over both shoulders as he relentlessly pounded into you, hitting all new spots from the new angle.

You could feel his cock head drag over your g-spot before it rammed into your cervix, again and again, as if it were demanding entry for itself. Your lewd moans and the wet slapping of skin against skin, along with the loud squelch of your cunt, still gushing slick were reverberating around the entire dining area. You wouldn’t be surprised if the sounds reach all the way back to the Cell Phone Shop.

Soon enough, you felt the beginning of his knot forming and catching on your hole the more it inflated. The feeling of it pushing its way into your sopping hole, again and again, was going to drive you insane. After a few more thrusts and the recognition that his knot was nearing full, your Alpha stepfather shallowed his thrusts just enough to only leave his knot out until he reached full capacity.

His thrusts stayed fast but eased up on their force, making you let out an instinctive whine. You needed to be filled. Filled to the brim! No shallow thrusts! No soft thrusts! You needed a knot!

Luckily, it seemed your prayers were answered almost immediately as his knot reached full inflation and after only a couple more thrusts, he rocketed his hips into yours and shoved his knot inside you. The stretch of his large knot made you cry out in ecstasy from the sting of it forcing its way inside you. Finally. Finally! You had the knot inside you that you so desperately needed.

Mere moments after his knot was fully settled inside you, you felt his hot cum shoot out inside you and fill you to the brim. It was only then that you had been able to notice that his cock alone had managed to cause a bulge in your belly from how deep it reached and the bulge only seemed to grow with how much seed he was implanting in you. In your womb.

Faintly, as if from far away, you heard most of the audience you had wracked up reach their own ends, some inside of someone, others into their hands.

“Alpha..” You breathed contently, letting out a sigh of relief at finally being filled with both knot and seed, and at the ache being released from your legs as he moved to let them rest comfortably beside his hips. You looked down and gently placed a hand, aching from how hard you had been gripping the edges of the table,(though you don’t remember doing so) over the swell of your stomach, smiling weakly at the warmth it emanated.

“Princess…” Your Alpha responded, lifting his hand to place it over yours, “Do you feel that, ‘Mega? That’s where you’ll be carrying our pups. I’ll keep you full with my cum for your entire heat and make sure… Make sure that you’re carrying my pups.” You looked up and met his onyx eyes, his hair loose from his low bun and falling in his face, making him look like a being of pure beauty and sex sculpted by the Gods themselves. He had a lazy yet confident grin on his lips, a mixture of yours and his saliva making them glisten, the faintest hint of his Alpha Fangs showing.

He looked like the perfect vision of an Alpha. The perfect vision of Your Alpha. He may not be able to claim you, but you wouldn’t let that stop you from declaring yourself as his. You would proudly carry his pups and submit to his every desire like the perfect little Omega for him.

Your Alpha leaned down and kissed you again, though this time it was slow and sensual and loving rather than the fast and wet, fiery passion it had been before.

“Love you, princess. So fucking much..” He panted against your lips, pressing another chaste peck before resting his forearms beside my head to keep himself up.

“Love you, too.. Daddy..” Your voice was slurred with fatigue, both from the exertion of being perfectly bred and from the pure exhaustion your first heat had shot through you.

You didn’t know when, but you slightly stirred awake from when you had, apparently, passed out, at the sound of a low growl. You were still mostly asleep so you couldn’t comprehend much, but you could tell you were now being held against your stepdad’s chest as he sat in what seemed to be a booth. You vaguely recognized that he had growled at an Alpha who had gotten just barely too close to you both.

The protectiveness lulled you back into a comfortable sleep against his chest, happily breathing in his pheromones. You hadn’t been able to even realize if you could smell his pheromones earlier, your mind too occupied by the physical sensations you were receiving.

When you awoke again, you were situated in his truck, buckled up as he pulled out of the parking lot. You realized you were in his shirt and some new pants that seemed to have been bought just earlier. You felt an ache in your hips and between your legs, one you knew you wouldn’t trade for the world. Tiredly, you dragged your hand to rest over your lower belly once again.

“You finally awake, princess?” Your stepfather’s husky voice asked, seeming more than content. Looking over you found him shirtless and smiling at you as he waited for the light to change. You gave a nod with a matching grin, singing contently.

“Yea.. I’m finally awake..” You spoke, voice hoarse from your loud moans and cries, though you couldn’t be happier.

“I’m awake..” Your Omega purred happily, the sound emanating from you, too, filling the truck with the sound of a happy, filled, and bred Omega.

You could feel the heat calming in your body, leaving you with an exhausted form feeling aches all over and a feeling inside you that you couldn’t pinpoint. All you knew was that your Omega was completely and wholly content and happy. You felt inexplicable giddiness and ecstatics, like everything had gone according to some grand plan.

You couldn’t seem to bring your hand away from your belly, feeling like you were meant to hold it. To cradle it.

‘Who knows? I’ll just have to figure out these instincts as I go.. Maybe it’s an Omega thing.’

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I Regret Request: Aizawa x Reader

Masterlist: Here

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Gender: AFAB

Warnings: Student x teacher! Vaginal fingering, marking, A/B/O quirk, arousal quirk, crampie, riding, biting, marking, unsafe sex, mild bondage, 69, oral sex giving and receiving, spanking, slight brat taming - not good with terminology to let me know if I've missed anything!

Notes: Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading! Never written for Aizawa before so pls be kind! <3 Reader has the ability to copy and edit quirks! Not beta read, we die like men.

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'I regret everything.' I whined as I laid in my bed, thighs heavy with slick as I came for the 12th time that morning. It has only been an hour or so since I'd awoken to an aching need in my cunt that was impossible to ignore and a fever so hot that I was starting to see stars.

I was exhausted and yet nowhere near satisfied. I knew I was going to need to call in sick with how painful this arousal is.

It took me a while to figure out what the cause was. At first I thought I'd been hit with an arousal quirk in my sleep, as impossible as that is. However the more I looked into the quirks I'd copied at random that took my interest, I discovered something that I didn't know when I copied the quirks.

Quirk: A/B/O

This quirk gives the user characteristics of the A/B/O genre, including giving them a second gender. This gives them claws and fangs that can retract as well as basics such as enhanced senses and physiological changes such as scent glands and enhanced animalistic thinking.

Quirk: Estrus

This quirk gives the user the ability to cast uncontrollable arousal in individuals who are touched or are within a 5 m distance.

Apparently, this included heat and rut cycles as well as an estrus cycle, the latter of which is experienced because of the quirk with the same name - side effects of both quirks. It's not helped by the fact that I was weeping out of every hole - even my ass now had a uterus and there was a third uterus with a vaginal opening between my anus and normal vagina, both with slick pouring out of them, like male Omega’s get in the Omegaverse and it was killing me. Three vaginas was too much to contend with when all I had were handheld toys at my disposal.

'I don't have enough hands for this shit.'

What made things worse was that I was capable of experiencing a mating season as well as a heat or a rut despite not being an Alpha, which confused me. I was clearly an Omega - even having the male equivalent of uteruses.

To cum more readily I even activated a quirk that gave me both male and female genitalia but the friction, despite my slick, was starting to hurt my sensitive head and thick knot that had formed from my last orgasm, and I was nowhere near feeling satisfied. So I deactivated it and wiped my hands clean before searching for my phone with disdain.

I am irritable and whiny all whilst pining for an Alpha to be submissive towards. It's a weird concoction that I wasn't appreciating as I laid in what I now realised was a nest of blankets and pillows I'd created to house myself as I cried from over and under stimulation.

Everything was made worse by the fact that I had no clue how long this would last.

‘Is this monthly or annually?’

The more I looked into this quirk the worse I felt, especially as I discovered I would have an annual mating season, would go into heat monthly, would go into estrus biweekly and would go in a rut whenever someone else experienced either one of these phenomena - so I could experience all of these at once, as I was, on top of an estrus cycle that corresponds with my menstrual cycle. I would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if I didn’t remember that there are many other people who would go through heat, estrus and or mating season, meaning I would be triggered into a rut by these and could even be triggered just by using the Estrus quirk.

‘I blame Tokoyami’s mating season…!’ I groaned, ‘Then at least it would just be a heat, estrus and a mating season…’

I wanted to cry.

“I can’t take this any more.” I moaned, deciding quickly I needed to call the school and explain what was going on. I needed help with this; there must be someone with a similar quirk that they’ve known about. After all, I copied these things from someone else.

Much to my surprise, when I explained to the receptionist I needed to speak to Aizawa, I was passed to him relatively quickly.

“(L/N)-san.” he greeted, “Are you unwell?”

“Something like that.” I groaned, crossing my legs tightly, “I’m in a very… difficult situation and I need some guidance.”

“I can help you in class if you want?” he begged, “If you get here sooner we can discuss it before class.”

“I… I don’t know if I can come to class.” I basically whispered. Aizawa frowned at this on the other side of the line with concern.

“Should I be concerned, (L/N)-san?” I sighed.

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you tell me the problem first?” he begged, walking down the hallway to get away from people, realising quickly that this was a private conversation, “Then I can tailor my aid better.” I groaned.

“This is going to be super awkward, so I’m sorry.” I warned, earning a grunt which sent a painful zap towards my clit, making me flush, “I copied a quirk.”

“Uh-huh…” he nodded when I didn’t say anything else for a few seconds.

“It’s given me a clusterfuck of hormones.” I explained slowly, “I’m essentially experiencing a mating season, a heat and a rut simultaneously as well as an estrus cycle - they are different. And I’m a bit scared.”

“... I wasn’t expecting that.” he admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I assume you’re in halls?” I nodded.

“Yeah.” I laughed humorlessly, “I know, right? I only discovered this would happen today because it’s happening now.

“I didn’t think to look at the weaknesses when I copied the quirk. It just seemed so interesting I couldn’t pass it up. Even if I edit the quirks I can't get rid of what I'm experiencing right now.”

“Stay in the halls.” he confirmed, “I’ll do some research and see what strings I can pull. You won’t be the first to experience either one of those things and I doubt you’ll be the last.

“For now, remain in your room. I’ll explain to the class that you’re having some… complications with your quirk and not to visit you.” he hummed, looking over at the watch on his wrist, “I’ll try to contact you by the end of the day and recommend you stockpile some food whilst the others are gone.” I nodded.

“Thanks sensei. I appreciate it.” he nodded.

“I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe.”

“You, too.”

And just like that I breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down, hand drifting down to my painfully empty holes and clit, only to come away with heavy slick dripping from my fingers. I groaned, pulling my head into a pillow and screaming for a few minutes before going back to playing with myself, unable to hold on for much longer without some kind of stimulation.

To say that Aizawa was concerned was an understatement. One of his prized students was suffering as he walked towards the classroom pondering the best course of action. The reality was that he knew she needed relief but he also knew that he was her teacher and shouldn't approach her. He'd be abusing the situation and his position.

Didn't mean he wasn't still tempted to pay her a visit to see her for himself.

Her quirk had always fascinated him. The ability to copy other quirks wasn't necessarily unusual nor was it unsurprisingly powerful. But it was how she used it to her advantage that impressed him. She thought outside the box and adapted to new quirks so effortlessly that he couldn't help but be in awe.

In all honesty it all went right to his cock.

'Not now…' he cursed, shuffling his pants around to hide the growing chub before entering the classroom with the same enthusiasm as he did every morning.

“Good morning, students.” Aizawa greeted, catching everyone off guard, Denki and Kirishima running to their seats as soon as he entered the room.

“You’re here early, sir?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, raising her arm. Aizawa nodded.

“I have an announcement.” he confirmed, “As you know, Tokoyami is still off. However (L/N)-san is having some complications with her quirk.

“As a result it would be wise for you all to leave her be in her room and don’t communicate with her until it resolves. It’s likely to last for at least a week.”

“So we won’t see her at all?” Ashido begged, earning the shake of a head.

“But what about food?” Hagakure begged, “(L/N)-san eats a lot.” Aizawa removed some of his hair from his face, thinking about the response, before answering.

“We might need to ask one of you to deliver the food to her door.” he concluded with distaste, “It’s not ideal but it’s imperative that all of you leave her alone. It might be best to have one of the girls to deliver the meals…” he sighed, fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Although that might not help.”

“Is she well?” Uraraka begged, concerned. Aizawa nodded.

“She’s not sick. It’s just something related to her quirk.”

“Why do they have to be female?” Iida begged, raising his arm. Aizawa groaned.

“It’s not necessary. But it would be best that all the men stay away from her door.”

“Why?” Kirishima begged, “What would require only the men to stay away?”

“Is it the same reason as Tokoyami?” Asui begged, raising her hand before Aizawa could respond. He sighed.

“Wait, why is Tokoyami away?” Midoriya begged her way.

“Mating season.” Asui noted casually with a shrug.

"Oh hell yeah!" Mineta cheered, causing Sero to cringe.

"You are banned from that floor, Mineta." Aizawa warned, his hair flying all over the place as he glared, earning a gulp from the boy. His words caused everyone to turn back to Aizawa, who was rubbing his temples.

“It’s a private matter. That’s all you need to know.” Bakugou raised a brow at this.

“So who’s gonna feed her?” he begged with a glare. Immediately everyone turned to Bakugou, causing his brow to twitch violently, “Why me?!”

“You love cooking.” Todoroki stated as though it were obvious. Shinsou snorted and Bakugou ‘tched’ and looked away sharply, glaring ahead of him as Aizawa looked at his watch again before divulging into the remaining announcements, none of which really kept Aizawa's attention.

Aizawa attempts not to get too attached to his students. The bonds are unbreakable of course, but he knows they only have three years to put each student through the ringer in order to make them become top heroes. That requires a lot of tough love and heartache as a teacher and guide.

This was a lot harder with (L/N) than he had originally anticipated. He'd be lying to say it wasn't the first time he'd gotten attached to a student, but even he couldn't deny that this was different. (L/N) was particularly unusual as a student. She was kind hearted and wore her heart on her sleeve despite having a strong offensive quirk that normally would create a lot of narcissism in an individual. It didn't match her attitude to herself and those around her.

Not that this was a bad thing in his eyes. It was just unusual. A diamond in the rough so to speak.

However she was reckless. Copying quirks willy nilly was dangerous and now he was having to pick up the pieces because of it. He could think of ways to make her pay, but none of them were PG.

'No.' he cursed mentally, 'I shouldn't think like that. She's my student.'

Still the dirty thoughts lingered. And they were with him the rest of the day as he contemplated how to fix the situation - (L/N)'s and his own that seemed to grow in his pants the more he contemplated the former.

I waited and waited until I knew the coast was clear. The only other person would’ve been Tokoyami two floors below, but he was staying at home, so for the first time I was on my own in the halls. Despite this, I was nervous to leave the safety of my nest to the point that I waited for far longer than I needed to.

It just didn’t feel right.

Opening the door I went to walk forward, but found myself freezing in the spot at all the scents.

“Oh… my god.” I reeled, gulping.

It took me a good few minutes just standing there in order to get used to all the smells. Some were pleasant, some were repulsive.

But others were tasty.

‘The strongest scent is…’ I realised quickly, mouth watering, ‘Bakugou’s…’

My scent-clouded mind wasn’t so surprised by this reveal. Bakugou smells like burnt caramel normally, so it’d make sense that I’d be attracted to it. It really was a no-brainer, even if I longed not to be attracted to the interesting scent, just glad that he wasn't here to witness this. It's not like I was actually interested in him beyond his tantalising smell.

The scent that I wasn't expecting to be drawn to, however, was that of Shinsou's. It was soft and tantalising. Like a comfortable cloud. It made me relax and feel like curling up and taking a nap despite my current circumstances.

What was more interesting was the minty freshness that was Todoroki’s scent I could detect from the elevator.

‘It’s almost spicy to the senses.’ I mused, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me.

Again, it didn’t surprise me that I felt myself drifting his way. Todoroki was very attractive and we had been getting closer as of late. It was almost predictable.

However the scent that was most tantalising, surprisingly, was Aizawa's. It was the faintest since he was rarely here. But it was still there, teasing me and making my mouth water.

'Does he know he smells that good?'

I had to slap myself to stop myself from following his scent and instead made a beeline for the kitchen and raided my pantry, grabbing every snack and unspoilable food I could before running back to my room. I was as quick as I could feasibly be. But as I went to close the door, I found myself peeking outside and down the hallway towards Aizawa's scent.

I shook my head.

‘I can’t go sneaking around like this.’ I scolded myself as my Omega whined at me, begging to investigate. I shook my head again as I felt my thighs clench and almost whined myself.

“No. I can’t.” But I didn’t move away from the door.

‘... Ugh why does he have to smell like that?!’ I cursed, looking back down the hall. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was sneaking towards the heavenly scent, as though I were about to be caught at any moment. I could feel Aizawa scolding me, but of course it never came since he was in class with everyone else.

‘This would be so amoral of me…’

Despite knowing this, I found myself turning myself invisible as I stalked towards the teachers quarters. It wasn't long before I arrived with only slight hesitation as I grasped the doorknob. I cringed at the squeak as the door opened, checking there was no one else around, but I was quickly blindsided by the absolute raw stench of his scent and felt my Omega trill in happiness.

From there I had zero control of myself as I entered his room and closed the door behind me, sniffing deeply as I attempted to fill my entire lungs with his scent.

Naturally, his bed smelt the strongest. And I couldn’t stop myself from lying on it and taking a deep breath of his pillow. With little effort I could fall asleep here and God did I want to.

However, I didn’t want to be caught by a cleaner or anything, so I regretfully removed myself from his bedding and skulked around his room with intrigue.

It was fairly neat and tidy. Everything was neatly packed away - even his dirty clothes were in the hamper, none left in sight. There were a few personables, such as collectables and books. I was drawn to the books, noting that a lot of them were either fiction or textbooks for class, some of which were missing, before looking over the neatness that was his desk with little surprise.

I couldn’t help rummaging through his things as though I were searching for something. But I was careful enough to put everything back exactly as I found it before eyeing the exit with disappointment.

‘I need to leave.’ I concluded, anxiously, ‘I need to get back to my room.’ despite feeling safe immersed in his scent. Regardless, I needed to get back and the need to hide was strong.

I couldn’t force myself to leave quickly. I eyed the bed and whined before eyeing his dirty clothing hamper with a dangerous thought in my mind.

‘I can’t.’ I argued as I looked inside, moving things around a bit as I took in his scent further, ‘He’d so notice if I took something of his.’

As if that was the only reason not to steal his clothing like some kind of smell-pervert.

‘Man I’ve really stooped to a new low.’ I concluded as I pawed at a shirt of his that smelt the strongest. Instincts told me I needed it for my nest and no matter how much I tried to rationalise, I found myself stealing the shirt and running back to my room to hide - from everyone and my shame.

I was grateful to Aizawa for warning off the rest of the class now that I’d committed a crime. But the way my Omega praised my decision left me feeling euphoric, especially as I snuggled the shirt and preened the den I’d created.

I spent most of my time preening, snuggling Aizawa's shirt and masterbating. It was a simple routine as I stored my snacks carefully as though I was creating a proper den to live in. And I supposed I was, given I’d be stuck here for the next however long it would be before I could go back to normal.

When I started to hear the whirl of the elevator and the sounds of people talking that was my first clue that school was over. My next clue was the knock at my door.

"Uraraka-san!" Iida commanded loudly, gaining my attention quickly, "Sensei said not to engage with (L/N)!"

"I know but I just want her to know we support her." She muttered back before turning back to the door, "We're here for you, (L/N)! Stay safe!"

I felt myself swell with happiness even if I found myself growling at the intrusion. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back though as the pair muttered to one another quietly before going to their individual rooms. I found myself on edge, listening intently to everyone returning to their dorms or going elsewhere as I hid in my nest.

I had no idea how anxiety-inducing it would be now that everyone was back. But now I knew: it’s very anxiety-inducing.

I managed to fall asleep by burrowing myself with blankets and pillows. However I stirred when I sensed someone outside of my door, hearing them muttering something to themselves.

That’s when I realised it was Aizawa of all people.

I practically leaped out of my nest, thoroughly ruining it, and leaned across the door, taking in a deep breath of his scent. It was then I realised I smelt something else tasty and wondered if he’d made food for me.

My heart and Omega leapt at the thought.

"(L/N)-san." He spoke curtly, "I'll be delivering your food from now. Eat up."

'For me…?'

I had to claw at myself not to open the door and jump on him. Taking deep breaths I tried to focus on the smell of the food instead of the smell of Aizawa as I listened to his footsteps recede. And only when I was sure he’d retreated did I open the door and take the contents, eating quickly before leaving the bowl outside of the door as he had done.

This continued morning and evening for the next few days and sadly I wasn’t improving despite ordering new toys and other kinky tools to try and earn some relief. I was extremely grateful for Kaminari bringing them to me, oblivious to the contents, although I realised quickly he was hoping he’d get to see me when he knocked on the door. I heard him sit down outside of it as he began telling me about what I’d missed at school.

It was sweet of him.

“Bakugou kicked the crap out of him of course! The guy had a bloody nose for the rest of the day he hit him so hard!” he laughed, “I suppose that's what you get for messing with him.” I laughed, something he didn’t hear as I was hidden under the covers of my den.

I considered sitting by the door, but I was too desperate for a release, I worried I’d open it and ruin everything. And of all people, as wonderful as Kaminari is, my rational brain and Omega didn't want to have sex with him.

Only Aizawa would work. He was my prime Alpha.

So I didn’t and waited for him to leave before taking the box and abusing its contents.

By the time I had finished it was dinner time, and I basically sat glued to the door with blankets on me as I listened for Aizawa to arrive.

The strength of the symptoms seemed to wax instead of wane as time went on and I realised I was starting to really struggle when I heard his familiar footsteps coming towards the door. I breathed in greedily when I was greeted with his scent and moaned at the delicious smell, feeling myself until he paused at the door and knocked.

"Food, (L/N)."

I felt my mouth water - and it wasn't from the food. For once Aizawa didn't smell as much of his cologne and more of his natural, earthy scent and it was driving me wild.

"Thank you, Alpha." I spoke up, not thinking as I reached for the door and creaked it open slowly. Aizawa looked surprised given I hadn't done this before. But as soon as I did he made his face remain impassive.

It was difficult, however, because he could practically smell my aching cunt and desperation. Another thing that went straight to his cock.

"How are you doing?" He begged reaching out to feel my forehead, wincing slightly at my temperature with a deep sigh, "You're burning up."

"Need knot." I whined as I leaned into his cool touch. Aizawa looked at me for a moment before sighing again.

"You know I can't do that, (L/N)." He muttered as I pouted up at him. Opening the door fully I sat with my legs wide as I posed for him and gripped my thighs.

"Please, Alpha." Aizawa blinked, realising I was soaked through my underwear. It was then he noticed the sheen of sweat glistening against my skin.

I was a hot mess and it was driving Aizawa wild despite his cool and calm demeanour. It was starting to shatter his ability to hold back as I purred up at him and began to touch myself.

"Pretty please?" I begged as I batted my eyelashes at him.

Aizawa paused for a moment before breathing out haggardly. It felt like he'd run a hundred miles as he stared into my eyes.

As if the wall collapsed, all his self control flew out the window as he crouched and crawled over me, shutting the door with his foot and immediately going for my lips.

I moaned as his tongue glided across my lips, demanding entry. I gave in with little restraint and he forced his way into my mouth before sucking my lip and nibbling at it, eliciting more moans.

I was putty in his hands as he pulled me into him, gliding his nails across my back and under my shirt, causing me to arch into him. I felt him smirk into the kiss as I returned the favour, nipping his lip and forcing my own tongue into his mouth as I tugged on his ragged locks.

Hearing him moan was delicious and rare, I could tell. So when he did I felt my Omega trill with pride.

My hands dived down to his pants slowly as I played with the buckle and tugged at it, whining when he did nothing to free the thick erection I could feel pressing into my pubis. Aizawa gave me a mocking smirk as I fumbled with the belt, having to bring my other hand from his hair down to help.

"Eager, aren't you, (F/N)?" He chuckled. I pouted at his mockery, but grinned triumphantly when I managed to get the belt free and quickly put my hand down his trousers and pumped his cock once, then twice causing him to hiss.

I started to pump at a steady pace, watching as he gave the occasional groan into my body. From there he pushed my shirt up and dived into my breasts, giving them small kisses and sucks before latching onto my nipples. Occasionally I could feel the reverberations of his moans through them, eliciting small sparks through my body.

I had dreamed of this with Aizawa. For longer than I'd like to admit. He was a beautiful man with a drive I was in awe of. So I was a bit euphoric and dazed now that it was really happening. It means I also couldn't help but stare at him, which is when I realised he had been staring at me the whole time.

It was incredibly intimate. Being able to watch his expression shift as he experienced the pleasure I was giving him was a huge turn on, not to mention a beautiful sight.

'I'm the cause of that.'

However it wasn't long before he took control, taking my hands from his pants and pinning them above my head as he smirked down at me.

"Keep them there." He warned, "Be a good girl for Daddy."

Wordlessly I nodded, leaving my arms exactly where he pinned them. Only then did he slowly move his hands across my body before lowering himself towards my crotch and took a deep breath.

"Beautiful…" he muttered as he tugged on my underwear. However I made the error of trying to help with my hands, earning a glare. I froze.

"What did I say?"

"S-sorry Daddy." I muttered as I put my hands back where they were. He sighed and shook his head.

"Are you being a bad girl?" He begged lowly. I felt my cunt clench as he pulled me up and manhandled me into position on his lap so my ass was up in the air. I whined as I felt the cold air his my ass and vagina as he yanked my panties off, only to yelp when his hand came down on my left ass cheek roughly.

"Are you not answering me now?"

"I-I'm not being bad, I swear-" I yelped again as his hand came down for a second time, then a third and a fourth on the other cheek.

"I can't hear you." He muttered as he kneaded my abused ass cheeks gently. I felt tears prickle my vision at the sting but my slick only pooled out more as my cunt clenched with each wack.

"I'm not being a bad girl! I promise!" Aizawa raised a brow at me.

"You want to be a good girl again?" I nodded feverently.

"I'm your good girl, Daddy." I promised, earning a satisfied chuckle from the man.

"Alright. Come here."

Confused, I sat up and back onto my legs only for him to pull my legs towards him. It wasn't long before I realised he wanted to eat me out. However my mouth positioned so perfectly over his unexposed cock that I felt my mouth water.

As soon as my hands dived down to expose his throbbing cock he chuckled, breath tickling my clit.

"So eager." He mocked before pulling me down so he could sheath his face into my cunt. Immediately I gasped out and clenched around him, clawing at his clothes thighs as I bit back a lot of loud moans.

His tongue was experienced and effortlessly glided around my vagina to take in the delicious slick I was producing before his tongue dived into my pussy for more. Aizawa knew I'd taste great but he want expecting something so sweet and divine. It was addictive.

It wasn't long before his tongue finished it's pursuit and went straight for my clit as he encouraged me to rock on his face.

I jumped and squeaked at the sudden stimulation before practically melting on his face. Only when I'd adjusted however did I pull his cock free and hollowed out my cheeks. Taking in the tip I felt him moan into my pussy, making me smirk. I bobbed slowly, teasing his head slightly before taking the entirety of him in. He was thick and long so it was hard, but I relaxed my throat and took him in as deep as I could.

I felt his nails dig into my thighs as his ministrations picked up. After some trial and error I managed to match his pace as my head bobbed and my mouth drooled at the taste of his precum.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been sucking on him for. But I felt Aizawa buck into my mouth as his pace picked up on my clit. I could tell he was getting close from the way his hips jumped and stuttered and quite frankly I was exactly the same despite his continued encouragement with his hands to keep me moving on his face.

On a mission, I picked up the pace as I got closer and closer to my release. With time, however, I was soon unravelling on his tongue, moans and words of praise choked by his cock. Once I recovered I started sucking with the same pace and vigour as before, taking him deep down my throat as he began to deep throat me, hands pulling me down by the waist. It was a bruising grip but I didn't mind. It kept me grounded as he continued to suck me through and after my orgasm.

Soon his own release followed as he forced his cock down my throat. I choked, tears welling up and falling as I swallowed and attempted to keep sucking as I guzzled his cum greedily.

"Such a good girl." I heard him moan into my cunt before a slap to my ass sounded in the room, making me jump off of him. I was slightly dazed and my throat sore from the stretch, but I was still hungry for more.

And Aizawa could sense this as I sat before him. He smirked down at me as he brushed my hair out of my face and pulled me in for a rough kiss.

"Tell me what you want." I blinked.

"You." He tsked.

"What about me? Be more specific, (F/N)." I pouted, my cheeks reddening as I thought of all the lewd things I wanted him to do to me. Eventually I plucked up the courage and looked him in the eye as I climbed onto his lap.

"I want to feel you inside me." I whined, "Please, Daddy? I need to fuck you." Aizawa chuckled before pulling me up and standing, taking me to the bed.

"See that wasn't so hard now, was it?"

Aizawa immediately began to nip and suck at my neck, finding the most tempting of places that made me moan the loudest with little effort. Simultaneously he kneaded my breast with one hand whilst caressing my thigh with the other, hand gliding dangerously towards my clenching cunt. I began to get impatient with his teasing and growled at him, pulling his hand to my cunt demanding that he finger me.

Aizawa didn't like that.

Snatching his hand away, Aizawa glowered down at me dangerously before pinning my hands above the bed. When I wriggled in his grasp he grabbed his belt and quickly tied my arms to the bed.

"If you're going to be a brat." He muttered, slapping my tit when I fussed, making me yelp, "I'll treat you like one."

As if to solidify his point he began to tease my entrance with his fingers, gently scratching at my thighs and ass, gripping and slapping them every now and then to keep me on my toes as I writhed below him.

I wanted to protest. But with how he was sucking at my nipple, giving just enough pressure to stimulate me but not enough to get me going as he purposefully ignored my clit, I was second guessing my behaviour. Especially when he slapped my tit again from zoning out.

"Eyes on me, brat." He glared. I gulped and nodded, realising that pouting like a child was ineffective on this man. So I went lax and let him use me at his own pace, even if it had me tearing up. It was a sad sight that led to Aizawa chuckling as he slowly fingered me, edging me close to my release before stopping, over and over again. By the time I'd almost climaxed five times, my body was beginning to shake from the strain and I was panting like crazy.

"You're doing so well." Aizawa remarked as he pulled out his fingers at the last minute, for the sixth time, "I'll let you pick how we do this since you seem to have learnt your lesson." I blinked up at him.

'I didn't expect that…' I blanked, but my heart soared at the thought of him finally knotting me.

However I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. So with a small grin I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. Aizawa looked up at me with a surprised chuckle, but he allowed it, hands slotting into place along my hips as I slowly grinded myself against his rock hard head, earning a low hiss.

Slowly I continued to grind, earning gritted teeth and nails dug into my hips. It wasn't exactly the reaction I wanted but it was effective. Deciding I needed more, I angled myself to meet him before slowly sliding his head into me, earning a small gasp.

I grinned at this, thighs shaking as I slowly sheathed him in me partially, only to remove him entirely. I then would repeat a few times, earning a slap on the ass.

"Are you trying to tease me?" He snarled as I slowly took him inside me again, the tightness of my walls slowly getting to him. I giggled, my only answer, "I can take back my gift to you and fuck you like the brat you are if you want?" He warned.

I paused my teasing at that. I knew he wouldn't let me cum if I did that. But the idea of being railed sounded all too tempting.

However I wanted to have some of my own fun, first. So my answer was to sit on him fully and roughly, causing a loud groan from both of us as I felt him smack my cervix.

The stretch wasn't painful exactly. It stung a little but it felt good to have him inside me fully. It was like he was meant to stretch me out, make me his.

So when I rocked I felt myself claw at his chest and grit my teeth with each thrust.

"Daddy you feel so good." I purred, throwing my head back as I picked up the pace. Aizawa grunted below me, guiding my hips as he let me ride him.

I whined when he hit that spongy spot deep inside me, which encouraged him to start fucking up into me as I rocked, hitting that area over and over again. It was enough to cause me to see stars and I was quickly approaching my orgasm.

"Fuck…" he groaned before flipping me over, causing me to yelp. However when he sheathed himself deep inside me, I moaned.

"Ugh Shota…!" I squealed when he pulled my legs up and over his shoulders, fucking me deeper and putting me in a mating press.

It seemed to give him a better depth to hit my g spot because he was nailing that sucker with each thrust and I was a panting, squealing mess as I felt that tight ball in my stomach release. And with it so did my fluids, soaking his pelvis in cum as I came hard on his cock.

"So messy, squirting for me like that." He commented as he continued to fuck my through my high, "It can't be helped."

Aizawa wasn't even close, the slaps of wet skin on skin sounded throughout the room as he picked up the pace. I couldn't help but scream his name as I approached my second orgasm. I began to scratch at his back hoping to ground myself, however when I came Aizawa shoved his tongue in my mouth to silence me, but never slowed his pace even for a second. If anything he sped up, determined to fuck through the high again as he reached his own climax. And when he did, his brutal pace continued as he fucked his cum into me.

The only indication that he'd came was him biting into my nape harshly, a deep, guttural almost growl sounding from his throat and the slight stutter of his hips as he slowed his pace gently.

I was still panting by the time his hips came to a halt. My body was on fire as every touch elicited a spark. So when Aizawa pulled me onto him, cock still thoroughly embedded inside me, I practically melted as I snuggled into his chest.

"Are you alright?" He begged softly, moving hair out of my face as he checked me over. I felt myself nod and yawn as I burrowed my head into his neck.

"Perfect, Alpha."

#bnha #mha #my hero fanfic #boku no hero academia #aizawa smut #my hero academia aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa shōta #aizawa x you #shota aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #bnha smut #aizawa x oc #aizawa x y/n #omegaverse #a/b/o au #alpha beta omega

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Can I request Aizawa A/B/O with his male omega mate? Like maybe Alpha Aizawa forgets something important at home so his darling mate brings it to him and UA goes crazy not knowing he had a mate? (If not I completely understand. Also if knowing my age is important for request I'm 20 turning 21 in a few months)

IMPORTANT PAPERS

Aizawa x Omega male reader

⭐Warnings⭐

Fluff, omegaverse, male reader

A/N:Age isn't important unless it's nsfw content then I would recommend looking at my rules for that lol

And you sure can my dude

Also I am very anti all might and no I don't accept criticism on my feelings

(Name) was a bit confused as he was directed to 1-A, the halls empty as students were in classes and such as he made his way to the classroom only to see a sign that said "at gym Gamma" on it in his mates messy handwriting causing (name) to sigh and continue his journey to find his mate and not get lost in the maze of a school.

When he made it to the gym he was hesitant to open the door but eventually cracked it open "I'm..I'm sorry to interrupt but is this 1-A?" (Name) asked hesitantly to the students who stood around all might who looked confused behind the large grin "yes can we help you?" All might boomed out, something that would startle (name) if he wasn't already used to his mates close friends "I'm looking for Aizawa... Is he here?"

All the young alpha and betas looked confused, this didn't look like a hero at all if anything he looked like a house husband not to mention the Omegan collar he wore as omegas weren't really in the hero industry and if they were they masqueraded as betas.

"And why would you need him?" All might asked the omega with a slightly raised eyebrow "oh! Well you see he forgot some papers and lunch... So I brought them for him! Do you know where he is?"

"Well whatever you have you can leave and can be given to him when he returns, you may leave"

"I'm sorry but I can't do that" all might wasn't expecting the Omega to just outwardly reject his words, holding the papers close "he told me anything should be given directly to him"

"Well I'm sure he would prefer these papers to be with a pro hero instead of some Omega"

And the room halted at that, the dismissive tone and blase attitude that made (name) stare down at him "if that's the attitude you will have I will go and find him"

"You can leave the papers"

"Absolutely not, he said they have to be given to him directly if he forgets anything"

"I understand but if those papers are so important they should be with a pro hero"

"Pro hero or not these aren't going with you and I'm sorry"

"Who even are you? How did you get into the school"

"He's my mate"

The room halted as Aizawa walked in annoyed but proud of his mate for standing his ground and knowing if things escalated his students would step in "mate?"

"Sho!" (Name) perked up and trotted to his alpha happily "you forgot those papers and your lunch" (name) said happily as he handed the items to his alpha as instructed "I knew I was forgetting something..." Aizawa said as he took the contents "did you have any troubles?"

"Not many, I did get a bit lost after getting Nedzus directions to your class but it wasn't too hard"

"That's good"

"Can someone explain what's going on?"

Aizawa sighed at the blond before looking at his class "this is my mate (name) yes he is an Omega and yes when the dorms are built he will be coming with me"

"Aizawa it's highly unprofessional to have your Omega walking around here! This is no place for them!"

Aizawa glared down the number one hero before spitting out venomously "refer to him as if he's second class and I swear to god"

All might for once knew to keep his mouth shut as the class swarmed he mates "what's your name?" "What's your quirk?!" "Are you really mates with our teacher?!" "Are you also a pro?!"

(Name) looked a little overwhelmed at the students swarming him but put on a smile none the less, he just challenged the 1 one hero, answering a few questions from pups is nothing!

"One at a time problem children" Aizawa said loudly to the students who quieted down, the teacher already knowing he's not gonna get out of this without them learning something about him.

"Well to answer your questions, my name is (name), my quirk is (quirk) and he's my mate yes and no I'm not a pro"

All might looked annoyed at the omegas presence but chose not to say anything as the students looked at the new person with awe "how did you two meet?" Mina asked starry eyed and before (name) could answer Aizawa shut it down "alright back to class!" He grumbled and led his mate out by the small of his back "they're so lovely" (name) said softly and Aizawa rolled his eyes "get home safe ok?" "I will sho" (name) said softly as they kissed gently, Aizawa watching his mate leave with a warm heart.

#bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x male reader #mha x reader #aizawa x male reader #aizawa x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse

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icyowl · 1 year

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Nyctophilia

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x reader (A/B/O / omegaverse)

Request: none

Synopsis: a cute little drabble about your nightly routine with alpha Aizawa. 2k words.

A/N/: please enjoy

Nyctophilia (n.) Love of darkness or night. Finding comfort or relaxation in the darkness.

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11:53 stared dimly back at you from the clock. That’s it – your overweight eyelids couldn’t stand exposing your aching eyes to the waking world any longer. The battle had been lost, as it would be every night, but the war for a good night's rest would be won.

As long as a certain someone would also find it in himself to concede the fight.

You tossed the blanket off your body, shivering as the cool winter air permeated your clothes. Cold urged you to hurry and turn off the last of the lights around the house. Your irrevocable, incessant instincts yearned to tunnel into those blissful sheets with your alpha. It had become commonplace that he would succumb to his most basic instincts to simply be with you – like he did nearly every night when evil hearts and twisted souls didn’t keep him at bay. He’d tried to convince you for years to stop staying awake for his return (he could always feel your discomfort through the bond the next day when you inevitably passed out on the couch with terrible posture on the nights he couldn’t get home until the sun had risen). When the yearning was at its highest – usually leading up to a heat or rut – he’d take the shortcut through the bedroom window, rather than the front door, in a desperate bid to acquaint himself with you just a moment or two quicker. The extra half minute it took for him to leave his stuff at the front door and make his way back to you was sometimes far too much time.

You delved through the increasing darkness by memory alone. Nightstand here, change in flooring there, hallway down over there. One place you didn’t need memory for though was the office. Like a moth to the flame, your eyes drew themselves to the light source emanating from the lamp perched at the desk corner, dutifully providing a snapshot of light for the weary soul at the helm.

“Shota.” You couldn’t help the words slipping into the chilly air where they froze and faded away. Semi-stacked and half-organized papers covered the entirety of the desk, some hanging off and a few even escaping to the floor. Hunched over the controlled mess was your alpha, one arm holding a thin, stark red pen and the other supporting his lax head. His hair covered most of his face, and the lighting wasn’t great (no doubt straining his poor eyes), but you could still see how the one eye peeking out front under his mane was shut, relaxing after a long day of peering through bright classroom lights. His commitment was admirable. Thinking on your feet, you gently padded over to him. He had a tendency to be a light sleeper; years of training ingrained in him a sense of otherworldly awareness. Somehow, though, his instincts couldn’t help but invite you in. Even from early in the relationship he noticed your ability to bypass his built-in warning system.

He always preferred you to drag him up from sleep with a gentle massage over his scent glands; well, he didn’t admit it verbally, but you knew. You leaned over the chair, embracing Shota from the back and reaching over his shoulders to softly smooth out the muscles of his chest. Right… there. Your fingers found the desired spot, right over top of the collarbone just before it meets the shoulder, and repeatedly applied pressure in a rhythmic way only an omega could master.

“Shota, honey.” You hummed into the crown of his head, feeling his corded muscles come to life under your hands. He exhaled in a way that almost became a groan, sitting up just enough to lean back into your heat. Though it was cold, the solace found in one another’s touches was enough to warm the top of the head to the tips of the fingers. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

It took him a minute to reply, what with your hands so diligently kneading his scent glands. The pressure was the best massage, releasing an onslaught of blissful hormones into his system. Add to that the fact that it was you, his omega, emitting such a maddening scent from every cell of your body including those in your hands. It was like embedding some sort of heaven-touch right into the fibers of his body. If he had a hard time staying awake before, it was easy now.

“I’ll finish these soon.”

“No, you’re going to finish these later. I know they’ll understand if their essays aren’t returned to them the very next day.” Your head instinctively dropped to set itself into the shelf of his shoulder. Another scent gland. “You only just got out of those bandages.” You spoke into his skin. “I worry about you.”

Shota sighed, leaning back even further to make way for that sinful face of yours to nuzzle its way to his throat. “You should worry about yourself. I can feel the way you lean on me. You’re tired.” He didn’t just have fighting powers, oh no, he had powers of observation that bordered on omniscience. This man could tell someone had cut you in line at the grocery store three days ago just by looking at you. Feeling you though? You were sure he could even tell how your cells were feeling.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be so tired if you didn’t give me so many reasons to worry.”

He all but willed his exhaustion to leave him with his next breath. It wasn’t you that caused any of this tiredness from him. If anything, you were the only thing keeping him awake, with those unbearable hands of yours still working at his muscles like some devils trap–

“Come on. I’m going to bed and you’re coming with me. Please?”

He didn’t recoil when you took his sleeve in your grasp and shut off the final light, pulling him both back towards the bedroom.

“I just want you to be okay, whatever that is to you.” You said, face turned away from him. He looked at you, or at least what he could see in the dark, and his soul smiled. Who would have thought a stoic, brash, introverted, attention-hating man would have managed to snag you of all things from the endless grasps of alphas just waiting to devour you. Yes his eyes were tired, yes they were sore, but what made up for all of it was being blessed with those withered eyes to see you. From the very first to the very last time, he’d get to see you in all that you were, which extended far beyond that which could be visualized. He inhaled to reply, only for his windpipe to cut itself off in a moment of constriction when you yipped in pain and crumpled in a single motion to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Shota knelt to your level, hands skimming you in an effort to find injuries. You pulled your leg into yourself, rocking to and fro like a small child.

“Stubbed my toe.” You breathed in a vague laugh. His worry poured across most of the house like a rapid tsunami. It was strong enough to send you into a fit of anxiety, your emotions traveling through and reverberating off one another. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

Shota carefully dropped his forehead on top of your own, inhaling and exhaling deeply. You worried him senseless sometimes, but with that smell of yours drowning his brain he couldn’t really think well enough to form any type of anger. “I think it best if I lead us the rest of the way.” He snagged your arms and supported the majority of your weight without much effort. You knew he liked being able to support you completely, physically as well as otherwise. The rest of the way back to the room was uneventful thanks to Shota’s adept skills in the night.

A blast of frigid air at the entrance to your bedroom made you shiver. You’d left the window open and now you were sure icicles would form on the ceiling. It was much too cold even for people who liked to sleep at low temperatures, such as the man beside you (he claimed it allowed a person to sleep better at night). You tried to enter the room and shut the offending household opening before an iron-strong arm shot out and prevented you from going any further.

“Wait.”

“Honey no one’s in here. Look, the window screen is still intact. No one could have gotten in.”

“I don’t care.” Shota advanced into the room, nose carding through all the scents and eyes the shade of ruby pinpricks. Instantly he envisioned all possible scenarios, including the ones where the villain had gotten farther in the house and was now going to drag you away from him, perhaps for forever if he wasn’t careful. Whoever they were, at the very least they wouldn’t be using any blasted quirks, not to mention he’d obliterate them even without his capture weapon. In these quarters, his rage would be more than enough. The way he went to such extremes to ensure you remained unharmed at all times made the muscles in your chest and stomach ache at the gesture. You buried yourself into the crook of his back, hands fisting into the fabric of his clothes.

“That U.S.J. incident’s really got you on edge.”

“When have you ever known me not to inspect an open window?”

“Okay, true.”

“Come on, coast is clear.” His hair returned to its normal crestfallen appearance, which you smoothed out even further. Using his quirk always left his hair in such a mess. He looked back at you with a deep, unfathomable gaze. The last thing those eyes needed was to use their quirk again, but he’d do it for eternity if it meant you’d be safe, that much you couldn’t deny. To thank him for putting that disheveled gaze to use for your safety, you tiptoed upwards and lovingly kissed the scar on his cheek for a long moment.

“Thank you.” You said, going off to undress. He did nothing for a few seconds, simply taking in his life and every single thing he loved about it. Huh, how funny, most of that had to do with you. He followed after you and undressed himself to a level that was comfortable, watching in amusement as you smacked down onto the bed face first, groaning from your place smashed into the covers. It took you but a brief moment to burrow underneath them all, the plush rolls coming up to encircle you. You turned your back to him, and he nearly had to take a seat at the overwhelming beauty that stared back. Here you were, sleepy, content, and trusting enough to turn your back to him without thought. It wasn’t new for you to do this, but it still was something special to him.

Slipping in beside you, he snagged your body from its place too far away from him and pulled you over top, his own personal blanket. You further delved your nose into a scent gland on his skin, forcing him to push out a sigh. His fingers worked their way deep into your hair, acquainting themselves with your scalp in a way that bordered on heavenly. Your bodies stayed like that for some time, too tired to fall asleep.

“Do you tire of me?”

I worry about you. Your words from earlier were making him feel guilty. He had always believed he wasn’t the easiest to love. “Shota, you know that’s not what I meant.”

“I can cut the lessons, give the kids more homework. You and I can–”

“That’ll just give you even more stuff to grade. Babe, please don’t read into it too much. I worry because that’s what I’m supposed to do. How about I phrase it like this? I worry because you do such a good job taking care of me that I want to make sure you’re good to go too.”

Hearing you say that did more than a little to ruffle his proverbial feathers. “When you put it like that, I guess I’ll have to keep up the good work.” He snickered to himself.

“That’s also not what I meant.” You groaned. “You’re impossible.”

All the while you were smiling against him.

“And you’re mine.” Shota wasn’t the greatest at spinning his words, but deep within the ocean of darkness, where he excelled so beautifully at apprehending his foes, he gained a level of confidence that most others didn’t get to witness too often. But here you were, cradled and sung to sleep by it nearly every night. You nosed a scent gland on his chest, getting him to relax further.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“Careful. That nose of yours is gonna get you in trouble if you don't stop.”

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Don't be afraid to tell me what you think!

#aizawa x reader #shota aizawa #shouta aizawa #a/b/o #alpha aizawa x omega reader #io has ideas

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summonedbunny · 2 months

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All Smite fanart for Kyonarai's fic Be Not Afraid!! Bonus textless version and dark sclera/Yagi eyes (my personal favorite lol)

#give me anything with omega Aizawa and I will eat it up every single time #that fic is so dark but so so good!!#all might #all smite #yagi toshinori #alpha all might #bnha #mha #my art #fanart

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miniminiujb · 1 year

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Faz o Aizawa sendo chamado pq o seu marido (alpha) teve um cio precoce?

Desculpa a demora! Eu fiz mais fofo, já que não escreve smut ainda.

Aizawa franziu as sobrancelhas quando recebeu uma mensagem sua.

"Sho... Meu cio chegou mais cedo", Ele leu a mensagem nos pensamentos. Aizawa olhou para a turma nervosamente, o cio do seu Alpha sempre foi muito regulado e ele nunca teve que sair apressado da escola. Shota avisou os alunos que sairia e voltaria em alguns minutos, deixando Lida responsável pela a sala de aula. Aizawa caminhou apressadamente em direção a sala do diretor, abaixando o olhar para o celular quando você mandou outra mensagem, "meus supressores acabaram😓😭😡".

Shota suspirou com esse ocorrido, geralmente vocês compravam para sobrar nos próximos cios. Aizawa bateu na porta do diretor, que logo foi aberta por Nezu.

"Eraser Head, o que trás você aqui?", O diretor perguntou olhando para cima.

"B/n entrou na rotina adiantado", Shota falou desfiando um pouco do olhar, apoiando o peso para a outra. "Ele não tem os supressores".

"Tudo bem, fique com B/n. Vou ficar com seus alunos até outro professor substituto aparecer", Nezu falou compreensível.

"Obrigado", Shota falou e caminhou para buscar as coisas dele. Os alunos fizeram muitas perguntas, mas Nezu tomou conta da situação.

Aizawa saiu da escola em direção do carro dele, sentou no banco e tirou o celular do bolso, mandando uma mensagem para você. "Vou passar na farmácia, já estou indo para casa, enquanto isso fique no ninho".

Shota passou na farmácia antes de ir para o apartamento compartilhado de vocês. Quando ele chegou na porta já conseguiu sentir o seu cheiro. Aizawa abriu a porta deixou as coisas em cima do sofá e caminhou com os supressores em direção do quarto de vocês, ele abriu a porta lentamente.

"Alpha?", Aizawa chamou por você, você estava deitado no ninho com o rosto pressionado contra o travesseiro do Aizawa. Você ergueu a cabeça para olhar para o seu Ômega, um sorriso percorreu o seu rosto, você se virou de barriga para cima e ergueu a mão para chamar atenção dele.

O Ômega caminhou lentamente até o ninho, pegou um litro de água que tinha ao lado da cama e entregou para você, junto com o remédio que ajudaria com os sintomas. Quando você tomou o remédio, Aizawa retirou a roupa e colocou uma mais confortável, ele voltou até o ninho e deitou com a cabeça no seu peito. Você passou as mãos nos fios escuros do seu Ômega, você estava contendo os seus instintos, o cheiro do seu companheiro deixava você louco. Mas deixaria o Aizawa descansar, antes que tudo começaram

#bnha #bnha x leitor masculino #omega aizawa #aizawa shota #leitor masculino #aizawa a/b/o #fanboy #boku no academia #male reader #imagine #Bnha imagine #bnha x male reader #aizawa shota x male reader #aizawa shota x Leitor Masculino #alpha male reader

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the-bluerecluse · 1 year

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Midoriya's First Heat

MHA- Dekubowl (Deku x everyone (but really just Deku x Class 1a minus Mineta cause he got expelled or something idk fuck him)) | SFW Omegaverse

Summary: Midoriya begins pre-heat. It's his first heat. How does that work in the dorm system?

Part of my OmegaDekuBowl series

SFW Angst/Fluff

inspiration: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1539151 // https://archiveofourown.org/series/1701352

Thank you so much to @cozysafechaotic for being my beta! Really appreciate it.

btw this is chaptered on my ao3 but here on tumblr im not bothering with chapters anymore for finished fics. one big ol fic for yall.

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Tired. That was the way to describe Midoriya’s current mental state.

He had no idea why he was so tired. Too much training? Too little sleep?

Maybe it was the fact that he’d cleaned the entire common area and cooked dinner all by himself that afternoon.

His friends had tried to pitch in but he was absolutely adamant about doing everything himself. Why couldn’t they see that he just wanted to take care of them?

After class had let out, he pretty much beelined for the dorms with nothing on his mind except helping his friends. Cleaning, cooking, all of it. Come to think about it, he’d been pretty huggy too.

Well, he just wanted his class to feel good! What was wrong with that?

“You good, Midoriya? You’ve been pretty busy.” Kirishima said to him as he walked past. He had a finished plate of curry in his hands, the dinner Midoriya had made for all of them.

“I’m fine, Kiri, really.” He sighed. Why was everyone asking that?

“Alright. Well, you know you can talk to us, right?”

“I’m fine.” He said, sounding admittedly tired, even to himself.

Even if he did clean and cook all afternoon, he shouldn’t be this tired. He trained day in and day out, why was this exhausting him? He inhaled. The smells of his class filled his mind, easing his tension bit by bit.

He spotted a discarded jacket on the floor near the couch. Without thinking, he quickly picked it up. Why did he do that? Oh, probably laundry. Yeah, it needed cleaning.

He held it up to his face and took a deep breath. It was Kirishima’s.

Alpha.

Warmth filled his core and he smiled.

“Oh, you found my jacket.” Kirishima yelled from the kitchen with a slight waver in his voice.

“Oh, uh, yeah. It was on the floor so it’s probably dirty. I’ll clean it for you. No worries!” Midoriya rushed off before he could hear again how he needed to take it easy.

He rubbed the cotton material in his hands as he rode the elevator up. As he stepped off onto his floor, he found himself entering Tokoyami’s room. He searched the darkened area and found a cloak hanging off the side of the bed. It smelled of him, like ash and a dark roast coffee.

He grabbed it and exited the room, now holding a hoodie and a cloak as he approached Aoyama’s room.

…

Jirou stepped off the elevator on her floor. She was still worried about Midoriya but she couldn’t find him on his floor. Eventually, she figured she’d just retire to her room and Midoriya would reach out for help if he needed it.

What she didn’t expect was to see Midoriya leaving her room with an armful of clothing.

“Uh, Midoriya? Are you okay?”

“Huh?” Midoriya blinked and looked at her as if escaping from a trance. “Yeah?”

“What’s… with the clothes?”

The greenette looked at the clothes in his arms with a puzzled expression. “Um… laundry?”

“You don’t seem too sure about that.”

“I guess that’s what I’m doing.” He shrugged.

Wait a minute.

Cleaning, cooking, extra touchy, and now he was stealing clothes.

Jirou’s eyes widened. “Midoriya, are you… um,” She winced, not knowing how to phrase it politely. “Are you, uh, nesting… like, in a pre-heat?”

Midoriya furrowed his brow at her, as if what she said was insane. After a moment, his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “My heat? Oh crap! Am I gonna have my first heat?”

“Wait, your first? I thought Present Mic said omegas got their first heat in middle school?”

“I-I’m a… late bloomer.” Midoriya flushed and grimaced. “Crap, I’m going into heat. I didn’t even think about this when we moved into the dorms. Am I gonna have my heat here? What am I gonna do?!” Midoriya was hyper-ventalating and shaking.

Jirou focused on pumping out as much soothing beta scent as possible, knowing that her number one goal was calming him down.

It worked, though just a bit, as Midoriya’s breathing slowed and deepened and he stopped trembling.

“Let’s head downstairs, we’ll calm down first, yeah? Plus, everyone will be relieved to know what’s been going on. Didn’t we talk about in class how when someone’s in heat they need to feel safe with people they’re close to? I know we’re not family, but we can try and help?” Jirou held out her hand and Midoriya hesitantly took it. She led the omega to the elevator and the two headed to the commons, Midoriya still holding an armful of clothes.

“Do you want to tell everyone when we get down there?” Jirou asked.

“I don’t know.” Midoriya whimpered and gripped the clothes he had tightly.

“Uh, you don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to. I can probably spin some excuse for you.”

“I…” Midoriya paused. Jirou sent out more beta scent to help calm him and he continued. “I need to go ask Mr. Aizawa what I’m gonna do for my… heat. I’d like… someone to come with me.”

“That’s no problem. Who do you want?”

…

“What do you think’s been up with Midoriya?” Kirishima asked to the group sat in the living area with him.

“I’m not sure, but it’s definitely odd behavior.” Todoroki answered.

“There’s no way the nerd looks that exhausted just from some cleaning and cooking, something else is up.” Bakugou said, looking as unperturbed as ever, though there was still some worry evident, just barely.

“Perhaps something is wrong with Eri. They’ve been particularly close ever since the School Festival.” Iida offered.

“Nah, Amijiki’s been talking about Mirio and Eri and she’s been totally fine.” Kirishima responded.

The elevator dinged and Jirou and Midoriya entered the commons. Most of the class turned to look and raised an eyebrow at Midoriya’s armful of clothes.

“You, like, on a laundry run or something?” Kaminari asked.

Midoriya ducked his head and flushed.

Some of the class picked up that something was wrong. The omega was letting out distress pheromones and you could see it all over his face, too.

“Are you alright, Midoriya?” Momo asked.

“Do you want me to ask?” Jirou spoke softly to Midoriya so only he could hear. He nodded his head.

“Midoriya needs to go talk to Mr. Aizawa.” She looked to two alphas near the tv. “Bakugou, Iida, you wanna go with him?” She shot them a very intense ‘go, don’t ask questions’ look.

“Of course!” Iida shot up in an instant.

“Tch. Fine.” Bakugou got up, looking reluctant, but Midoriya could tell that he wanted to go.

“Hey, is he okay?” Kaminari asked.

“He’s fine, just chill out.” Jirou shrugged, trying to keep people from prying until Midoriya was ready.

“Thank you.” Midoriya said and handed the clothes in his arms to Jirou so he could begin walking to the door, to which the two alphas singled out followed.

As soon as the three were outside the dorms, Bakugou broke the silence. “Okay, spill, what’s going on?” causing the omega to wince.

“I’m… in pre-heat.”

“What?” The two alphas practically yelled.

“Ah, I assume we are going to Mr. Aizawa to ask about your accommodations during your cycle.” Iida said.

“So that’s why you’ve been acting weird.” Bakugou muttered. The omega nodded with a red face.

“Rest assured that we will do anything to help you through your heat, Midoriya.” Iida announced whilst chopping the air.

That brought at least a little comfort to the omega’s nerves as they made their way to Mr. Aizawa’s office.

…

Aizawa was grading Kaminari’s paper, making a variety of marks as the door opened. He looked up from the homework and raised an eyebrow at Iida and the two problem children.

“What is it?”

“Could you… wait outside?” Midoriya asked quietly to the two other students.

“Of course.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

The door closed and Aizawa was alone with a very nervous Izuku Midoriya. This had his attention.

“Why are you here?”

“So, I know we’re at the dorms because of the league and all, but… what do I do for my… heat? Do I have to have it here?” He asked, voice high and face aflame.

Aizawa blinked. That wasn’t anywhere near what he was expecting.

“You all were actually just about to have a class about this kind of thing tomorrow.” The teacher put the papers inside his desk and gave his full attention to his student. “It isn’t safe to send any of you home, so one of the new buildings constructed is what’s known as a Cycle Home. Do you know what that is?”

Midoriya shook his head.

“A Cycle Home is a building with heat rooms and rut rooms. As you can imagine, these are facilities for taking care of alpha and omegas in heats or ruts. They’re staffed by Cycle Specialists trained to help people through their cycles. UA has specifically hired Cycle Specialists for youths and we have A/B/O support on staff. Think counselors, but specifically for problems relating to secondary gender.”

“So… I stay in a heat room?”

“Pretty much. You’ll be escorted to the heat room and spend the duration of your cycle there under 24 hour supervision. You’ll have a laptop with internet access to attend classes and be provided food, water, medication, nesting materials, and a heat collar.”

“When do I go?”

“How long do your pre-heats usually last?”

Midoriya winced and went silent. After a moment, Aizawa sighed.

“If this is your first heat, then I’d say you should go right away. We’ll contact your family and let them know. If you’d like anything from home we can call and have it brought here. For now, you should go pack what you want with you in the heat room. If you want, a teacher can escort you, or you could have some of your classmates go with you.”

“I’ll have my friends come with me.” Midoriya bowed his head. “Thank you, Mr. Aizawa.”

“If you have any concerns about your heat or secondary gender, there are people in the heat rooms who will help you. Now go pack.”

“Yes, sir.” Midoriya left the room with a very tired Aizawa and explained the basis of what they discussed to the two alphas waiting outside.

“You’re going to be in the heat rooms? Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay with us in the dorms?” Iida asked as they began their walk back to Heights Alliance.

“I think it’s for the best. I’d be safer there, anyway.”

“Safer? Like anyone could keep you safer than I could. I’d kill anyone who tried to even get close to you.” Bakugou scoffed.

Midoriya felt his inner omega positively sing at that.

Alpha will keep us safe in heat. Alpha will protect us. Alpha wants us safe.

“Really?” He couldn’t keep himself from asking.

“Hah? You doubting my ability to keep you safe?”

“N-No, not at all, Kacchan!”

“So, will you be staying in the dorms with us after all?” Iida’s voice had a lilt of hopefulness to it.

The omega thought it over for a second or two. “No. This is my first. I don’t know what might go wrong. It’s best if there are professionals around in case something happens.”

“I understand. And I applaud you for taking your health so seriously.”

“Tch. Whatever, nerd.”

…

Midoriya ran through his packing checklist one more time in his head as he rode the elevator down.

Blankets, a pillow, my favorite All Might plush, laptop, clothes, underwear, toiletries, anything else?

His backpack was full to the brim with things for the heat room, causing him to wonder if he overpacked.

Once the elevator doors opened and his entire class seemed to be waiting in the commons for him. He had texted Jirou earlier that it was okay to tell the class since he had to leave for a week or two and that they should probably know why.

Turns out they were all quite concerned for him.

“Aw, Mido, you were being so sweet taking care of us, and now you’re leaving? Not fair!” Mina charged into him with a hug, almost toppling the two of them over.

“We would be happy to take care of you here, if that’s what you want.” Todoroki offered.

They really want me to stay, huh?

“Thanks, guys, but I’ve made up my mind.”

“That’s okay, Midoriya. We hope you feel better.” Tsu said.

“Yeah, for sure.”

“We wish you the best!”

“Au Revoir~”

Midoriya smiled and nodded.

“Forget it. Me and Glasses are taking him and that’s final.” Bakugou growled.

Midoriya looked over to see Bakugou baring his teeth at Todoroki and Tokoyami.

“I think it’d be a good idea for me to join you in escorting Midoriya to the Cycle Home.” The bi-colored alpha said.

“As if. The nerd chose me, got it?”

“Dark Shadow and I wish to join as well.”

“What part of ‘he chose us’ don’t you idiots get, huh?”

Midoriya walked between them. “All four of you can take me if you stop fighting.”

That shut them up. With a few grunts or nods of approval, the five of them set out for the other side of campus. Midoriya, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami, and Todoroki. Four alphas and one omega.

When they arrived, Midoriya felt like he was sweating through his jacket. All the anxieties were building up and now he was there, about to spend over a week without any of his friends or family in one of the most vulnerable points in his life.

“Are you feeling alright, Midoriya?” Todoroki asked softly.

“‘Course he’s not, you idiot.” Bakugou barked, ever the calm one.

They entered the building which had a similar look to Heights Alliance, not surprising, as they were built around the same time. There was a front desk with a friendly looking woman wearing pink glasses and a headband.

“Hi there, Izuku Midoriya?”

“Um, yes ma’am.”

“Alright, let me just sign you in. I just need to ask you a few questions about your cycle.”

“Oh, uh, right.” Midoriya nervously approached the desk.

“Have you started yet or are you in pre-heat?”

“Um, pre-heat.”

“This is your first, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have any medical conditions that we should be aware of?”

“No.”

“What is your pack status?”

“No pack.”

“Alright, that should do it. Allow me to show you to your heat room.” She stood and gestured for Midoriya to follow her. He turned to his friends first and bowed his head.

“Thank you for escorting me here. I’ll see you after this all blows over.”

“Of course we’d help. We are your class after all!” Iida proudly announced.

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t slack off. When you come back we’re going at it, 100%!” Bakugou scoffed and walked out of the building, followed by the other three alphas with various goodbyes.

Midoriya’s expression softened and he turned back to the woman to be led to his room.

The heat room was sort of similar to a hospital room in size. It had a large mattress on the floor with a closet, desk, and window. In the open closet was a large selection of blankets of various colors and sizes, most likely nesting materials.

“This is where you’ll be staying, feel free to make yourself at home. You’ll have three meals delivered to your room and two snacks a day. The bathroom is down the hall with showers as well. As you’re the only omega checked in at the moment, you have it all to yourself. A Cycle Specialist will be assigned to you to keep track of your progress, temperature, and water intake. We’ve received a delivery of a few blankets and pillows from your home which will be moved here momentarily.”

Modiriya nodded and began unpacking his things as the woman left him to his own devices. He plugged in his laptop and set it on the desk. He stored his clothes in the closet. He poured out all the nesting materials he had packed for himself onto the bed and put his bag of toiletries on the edge of his desk closer to the door for when he got ready for bed that night.

He stared at the room with a feeling of emptiness. What now? He had finished his homework and he couldn’t train now that he was in the heat room.

Usually he’d hang out with some of his friends. Talk with Iida and Uraraka, play some videogames with Kaminari and Sero, train with Bakugou, Kirishima, and Todoroki…

He could make a nest. That’s what he was doing earlier, wasn’t it?

Midoriya grabbed some of the blankets from the closet. They were nesting blankets specifically, long, oddly-shaped, and extra soft. He smiled as he carded his fingers through the fibers. He brought them to his face and smelled…

Detergent. A nameless detergent that meant nothing to him.

Earlier, the clothes from his class… his friends, it smelled so nice. Warm, comforting, safe.

But these…

Well, he’d take what he could get.

As he was setting up the base for his nest, there was a knock. He told them to come in and it was the lady from before with a big box.

“Your mother sent you these from home. If you need anything, just let us know, your attendant will be here shortly to do a quick check-up.” She said before closing the door and leaving.

Finally, nesting materials that smelled safe.

Midoriya practically tore through the box. Most of them were old blankets that were his, but a few were his moms, smelling like chai tea and fresh dough.

And so, he got to work.

…

It was three AM. Midoriya could barely sleep. He felt anxious. He felt tired. Most of all, he felt alone. He had worked on his nest for hours but it just felt empty. He could smell his mom and his old home, but not his current home. Not any of his friends. Not Iida. Not Uraraka. Not Todoroki. Not Kacchan.

Now that he was aware he was going into heat, he could feel it. This unending tension and clinging exhaustion that wouldn’t let go. If everything he learned in class was right, he should be going into heat within the next day.

He couldn’t help but remember the clothes he had collected earlier. Kirishima’s jacket, Tokoyami’s cloak, Jirou’s hoodie, Aoyama’s shirt, Hagakure’s tank top… they all smelled so secure and reassuring. Throughout everything he and his class had been through together, their scents were a source of calm to him.

He wanted so badly to go collect nesting materials but he was stuck there now until his heat ended.

Midoriya pulled out his phone and opened the class group chat.

‘Midoriya: Hey guys. Do you think some of you would be willing to bring some nesting materials by the heat rooms at some point? Like shirts and blankets and stuff. Don’t feel like you have to though. It’s not super important’

He added the last part, unsure about how the request would make his class feel. An omega taking items for nesting was usually only for people they were close with and/or pack mates. He didn’t want to overstep anyone’s boundaries or sound like he was demanding their things for himself. Though, it couldn’t hurt to ask, right?

He put down his phone and tried to get some sleep before class tomorrow, which he’d be attending virtually.

…

The omega woke up to his phone alarm and an all-over body ache. He winced and groaned as he sat up and stretched.

Oh, right. Heat pain.

His usual morning routine went off decently well, a shower, teeth-brushing, taming his messy green lockes with a hairbrush, the usual. As he was just making sure his laptop was ready for the class, a Cycle Specialist knocked and entered.

He was a taller dark-skinned man with patches of gray scales on his face holding a clipboard and a satchel hanging off his shoulder. “Greetings, Midoriya. I’m your nurse, Mr. Higashi, I’ll be checking your vitals this morning and Nonaka will be here with your breakfast soon. If you could just sit at your desk, I’ll take your blood pressure and temperature.”

Midoriya sat and furrowed his brow as the nurse entered. He was careful not to stray too close to the nest, as entering an omega’s nest without being invited was generally a bad idea. “Is all this really necessary?”

“Technically, no. But, as you’re a hero student having his first heat under the care of UA, the staff want to make sure there’s no negative reaction by the body or that you may have some condition about your secondary gender that might affect your hero work.” Mr. Higashi said as he wrapped Midoriya’s arm in the cuff and took his blood pressure.

“Besides, between you and me, they’re mostly covering their butts. See, if a student has a bad heat experience under their care, you or your family could sue.” The doctor laughed. “And they can’t send you home because of all the villain attacks. So they gotta give you the best, or else they’re in trouble.”

That got a small chuckle out of him.

“Alright, your heart rate and blood pressure look good. Let’s take your temp.” The nurse scanned a thermometer over his forehead and hummed at the reading. “A little warm there. I’m guessing you’ll be starting your heat within the next 20 hours or so.” He quickly put his medical instruments in a small bag and picked up his clipboard. “I’ll go fetch Nonaka for you, be back in sec.” The nurse offered a cheerful smile and left.

Higashi walked down the hall and to the front of the building, looking for Nonaka when he saw a small crowd of students at the front holding a massive amount of clothing and blankets.

“Excuse me, may I help you?”

“We’re here to see Izuku Midoriya.” The taller one with glasses and dark blue hair spoke loudly with an air of authority.

Higashi looked down at his clipboard with Midoriya’s paperwork and scanned the top information section. Just as he thought. “Izuku Midoriya is not in a pack. Only immediate family and pack members are allowed to visit the omegas.”

“What? That’s ridiculous!” A shorter brown-haired girl said with a pout.

“We were asked to bring him some nesting materials. May we leave them for him?” One of the alphas of the group, the one with red and white hair, asked calmly.

“I’ll take them for now, go ahead and leave them on the front desk. If Midoriya says yes, then I’ll allow it.”

“Why the Hell wouldn’t he say yes when he’s the one who asked us to come here?” One of them, the winner of the Sports Festival, practically snarled in his face, as two others from the group put all the nesting materials on the desk as asked.

“Believe it or not, there are some people who will try and force nesting materials on omega’s in an effort to get them used to their scent so they may take advantage of them.”

A few in the group recoiled in disgust, while a couple others seemed offended at the implication.

“I’m not saying you guys are definitely doing that, it’s just something we have to be aware of. Midoriya’s still mentally in a place where he can accept and reject things, so I’ll talk with him about it.”

“Sorry, what did I miss?” Nonaka walked in at that moment, having probably gone to use the bathroom.

“Just some friends offering nesting materials, Nona, go ahead and grab Midoriya’s breakfast, I’ll take care of this.”

Nonaka nodded her head and left. Higashi looked back at the group.

“Thank you for the offerings for your friend. We’ll take it from here.”

“Of course. We thank you for your time.” Glasses bowed and corralled everyone out the door.

Higashi smiled at all the offerings piled on the front desk now. “Nice kids.”

…

“Midoriya?”

“Come in.” Midoriya said from his desk.

The lady from earlier with pink glasses, Nonaka, entered with a warm tray of food. “Breakfast. Lunch Rush makes all the food for the Cycle Home, so lucky you. I love his cooking.” She set the tray down on the desk and placed some chopsticks beside them.

“Thank you.” Midoriya quickly grabbed the tray and began eating his grilled fish, suddenly feeling extremely hungry.

“Also, did you ask for some nesting materials from your friends? A group of students came by with clothing and blankets for you.”

“Mm-hmm!” Midoriya hummed and nodded in between bites of food.

“Alright then.” Nonaka stepped out of the room and Midoriya heard a strained sound from outside. He looked to see Higashi bringing in an absolute mountain of nesting materials.

Midoriya inhaled in surprise and a bit of rice flew into his throat, causing him to cough and hack it up. As soon as he caught his breath Higashi stepped out and brought another mass of items.

“They brought all that for me?”

The two attendees laughed. “Yep. You’ve got a good group of friends there.” Higashi said.

“We’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you’re gonna wanna work on that nest now, huh?” Nonaka said, smiling at Midoriya’s vigorous nodding. She chuckled and the two left the room.

Midoriya was on cloud nine as the scents from all his friends filled his nose and head. Forget food, he was on the floor sorting out items in an instant, trying to figure out how each color and each scent would fit together in his perfect first nest.

There was so much material to work with, layers upon layers of cloth and cushion, Midoriya was in heaven.

He spent the next twenty minutes carefully placing each item in its exact spot within the nest. Just as he was making the important decision of where the alpha scents went, the alarm on his phone went off, alerting him that class was starting very soon. He reluctantly got up from his nest and went to his desk to start class.

—

The heat was really setting in.

It had been 3 days. He had made the perfect nest and for a moment he thought this might not be so bad.

Well, those anxieties he felt earlier about his first heat were not misplaced.

He hurt, and not a little either. One thing you could not say about Izuku Midoriya is that he had no pain tolerance. That was the opposite of the truth. He’d shattered his bones over and over again and kept fighting.

But this wasn’t like that. It was an ache. It was a throbbing burning ache in his core that spread across his body, and he had a headache to match.

And the actual heat part… Midoriya had fought Todoroki before, he’d been burnt by fire, this was worse.

At least in a fight he had adrenaline coursing through him that kept his mind from focusing on any pain or discomfort, but just sitting there in his nest, he could feel every inch of fire on his skin.

Heats weren’t normally like this, at least, not for adults, but as he had heard about in health class, heats and ruts when you’re young are irregular and abnormal and can easily be debilitating.

Lucky him.

On top of it all, all of his senses were cranked up to a hundred. Increased sensitivity, another effect of heats. Things were bright, pain was more intense, tastes were stronger, sounds were louder.

Thankfully, since the staff are trained for this sort of thing, they easily communicate and move around without making too much sound. And the food was already pretty bland, probably for this exact reason, so he could still eat pretty easily.

He laid in the fetal position in his nest, all clothes except boxers discarded, and fan on full blast. Classes were over for the day, so he didn’t have to keep trying to focus with his muted thoughts and fuzzy vision.

There was a knock and the door creaked open.

“Hey, Midoriya. I need to get your vitals real quick and then we’ll get dinner right out for you.”

Midoriya whined out something hoarsely and slowly sat up, holding out his arm for the blood pressure cuff.

Higashi gently took a seat beside him and set up the cuff. “At this rate, your peak heat should happen sometime between tonight and this time tomorrow. After that it’ll start to feel better.” He spoke softly as he took measurements. Midoriya was wincing at the cuff squeezing his arm, feeling everything so much more during this period.

The omega reached for his All Might plushie and held it close, needing something to squeeze. Higashi smiled but didn’t comment. He just scanned his forehead with the thermometer and hummed at the results.

“Did you finish your water from earlier?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Midoriya practically whispered as he handed him the empty bottle.

“Alright, let me get you a refill.” He took the bottle and left, allowing Midoriya to dramatically flop back down with a deep sigh.

The worst part of all of this was that throughout it all… he could only think about how much he wanted to be back at the dorms with his friends. He wanted them there. He wanted to nest there and bring them in, invite them in, and cuddle with them together. He cared about each of them so much. Their scents were great, and just about the only thing keeping him sane, but what he wouldn’t give for them there in person…

For now, all he could do was eat and guzzle water like his life depended on it.

…

“Alpha…” Midoriya whined and whimpered. His peak heat was here. His eyes were glazed over and he couldn’t move his body much. His thoughts were muddled… but there was still something on his mind. “Alphas… where?”

Higashi scribbled a few things down from his seat at the desk. He was required to keep ten minutes of watch over Midoriya every hour to make sure nothing alarming happened. He seemed physically fine, but Higashi was starting to think he did have a pack. Well, not yet, but he seemed very attached to a group of alphas, most likely those kids from earlier, and he wouldn’t doubt if he’d bonded to the betas too.

“You’re alright, Midoriya. Do you want more water?”

“Alphas… Kacchan. Want Kacchan.”

“Kacchan isn’t here. Do you want an ice pack?”

Midoriya curled up and whined pitifully.

“I’ll get you an ice pack in a minute, okay?”

Midoriya didn’t respond. Honestly, Higashi was surprised he had already responded as much as he did during his first peak heat.

The omega was clearly quite close to his friends. He wouldn’t be surprised if the next time he saw Midoriya he had formed a pack with them. A pack formed at a younger age came with some unique problems, but it wasn’t inherently doomed to fail. He’s seen many young packs who stayed together and made each other stronger, just what heroes in training could use.

Higashi wrote down a note to recommend A/B/O support to Midoriya. A counselor in secondary gender and pack dynamics could help him navigate a possible pack, or at least his relationship with these alphas. This ‘Kacchan’ in particular seemed to mean a lot to him.

He’d bring it up to him once he came out of his heat.

...

Midoriya quickly shoved his laptop and charger into his bag. He was finally getting out of this place!

His heat ended up lasting 8 days, 8 days too long if you ask Midoriya. He was thrilled to get back to his friends and classes and he was already mulling over which muscle groups to work out and which type of combat training would be best to jump back into after his break.

He had to request a box to store all the nesting materials his class had brought him. Extra care was taken to neatly fold them so they wouldn’t be so crumpled or wrinkly when he returned them.

It felt awful to have to take apart his nest that he worked so hard on, but if it meant leaving sooner, then he was all for it.

“Hi, Midoriya, may I come in?” Came Nonaka’s voice.

“Come in.”

“We’re almost ready for your checkout,” Nonaka said as she entered the room. “However, you’ve still got some lingering heat scent so you’ll be required to wear a heat collar on school grounds. Do you have one? If not, we have one you can take with you.”

The greenette blinked in surprise. “Uh, no, I don’t have a heat collar.”

“That’s alright.” She fished around in her pocket for a moment before pulling out a plain black collar wrapped in plastic. “Here you go. Let me just finish your check-out and you’ll be all good to go.” She waved and exited his room.

Midriya took the collar in his hand and fumbled with the plastic before sliding it off.

The collar was a thick fabric with two long strips of foam, meant to go over the scent glands, and a thin plastic buckle at the back. It was black and plain, as one should expect from something given out by medical staff. He rubbed his thumbs over the foam. It was soft yet firm, comfortable but still able to soak up the scent. It slid over his neck and snapped in the back with a small click.

Midoriya adjusted the collar a bit, trying to center it over his glands in just the right way before finally letting go with a satisfied smile.

With his bag zipped shut, and the heat room left just as it was found, the omega eagerly left the room and beelined for the lobby. 8am! There was still enough time to take his stuff back to his dorm and make his first class in person.

As he entered the lobby, he saw some familiar faces.

Was that… his entire class?

“Deku, you’re out!” Uraraka called and waved her hand in the air excitedly.

It’s true. His entire class was there. All 18 of them!

He couldn’t help it. After over a week of being alone in heat he ran up the group, not an ounce of hesitation, and practically tackled Bakugou in a hug.

Alpha. The words resided in his mind as he clutched onto Bakugou like his life depended on it.

“What the fuck? Deku?” Bakugou yelled, but didn’t push him away.

“Alpha.” This time he said it aloud in a satisfied sigh.

Though Midoriya couldn’t see it, as his face was buried in Bakugou’s chest, the alpha’s cheeks flared red and his eyes went wide.

“Midoriya, are you quite alright?” Iida asked, putting a hand on the omega’s shoulder, not paying attention to the death glare now upon him from Bakugou.

Midoriya pulled away with a smile like the sun. “Yeah. I just missed you guys.”

“We missed you too!” Mina, Uraraka, Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari all shouted at once.

There was a laugh from the desk. “Izuku Midoriya, you’re all checked out. You’ve still got class, but afterwards I’m sure your friends will be happy to keep you company. And be sure to come back if you have any other concerns.”

“I will.” Midoriya waved.

“Oh, and don’t forget the nesting materials your friends were so nice to have brought you.” Higashi said and he entered with the box of clothes and blankets.

“I got it!” Kirishima ran to the nurse and grabbed the box before heading back to the group.

“Alright, we have enough time to take Midoriya’s items to his dorm room and then go straight to class.” Iida announced and waved them all out of the building.

Midoriya practically skipped out of the building with Bakugou’s hand in his right and Iida’s in his left.

“So what was it like in there, Mido?” Mina asked.

“Boring.” He answered honestly. “I really miss classes in person, training, and just hanging out in the dorms with all of you.”

“Aww, we were missing you too. It’s just not the same without both the problem kids.” Mina snickered, expecting some retaliation from Bakugou, but instead the alpha in question was oddly quiet, staring at Midoriya like some kind of alien.

“I got an idea! Let’s run back to the dorms. Bet you’re ready to stretch those legs, huh, Midoriya?” Kaminari waved and began running.

Midoriya chuckled. “You’re right, I do need a run.” He let go off the alpha’s hands and began jogging down the pavement, oblivious to the effect it had on the two alphas. Within seconds, the entire class was running across campus which turned to a race. Midoriya had One For All Full Cowling active as he dashed over the cement and grass. With the wind and sun on his face and class beside him, he finally felt truly happy for the first time in over a week.

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