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fatkish · 13 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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@frosch-thefrog

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animeomegas · 2 months

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Ideal Valentines Day - Omega! Aizawa, Mic, Toshinori, Dabi

A/N: For the anon who asked <3 I wasn't vibing with Shiggy today, so I left him off. I feel like these all ended up being home dates, but I think being a hero or villain makes those easier lol. There are hints of n-sfw, but it's non-descriptive and very tame.

Aizawa

Actions speak louder than words for Aizawa, and I think his preferred love language for receiving affection is Acts of Service.

He has no need for material items, and that goes doubly for anything covered in hearts. I don't think he's a massive fan of chocolate. And flowers are just another thing that he has to sort out and try to keep alive as long as he can. No, he much prefers practical care on Valentine's day.

He wants you to pick him up from UA after work so he doesn't have to drive, a warm cup of his favourite coffee, far sweeter than his image would suggest, ready for him.

He wants to go straight home of course. When he walks through the door, he would love to see the house sparkling clean and tidy. It lifts a burden off him that he didn't even know was there.

There's no fancy outfits with him. He wants to immediately get changed into the comfiest clothes he has, and he would love if you did the same.

Dinner should 100% be his favourite takeaway, eaten on the couch, of course.

I don't know why, but I don't get the vibe that Aizawa is that interested in sex on Valentines Day. I think he'd prefer the intimacy to come from a shared bath or a massage.

And ideally the night ends early, so he can face tomorrow well rested, for once in his life.

Mic

Hizashi loves cheesy romance, he lives for cheesy romance! He eats, sleeps, and breathes it!

I think receiving gifts is something he loves, so get him a pink teddy bear, get him a comically oversized chocolate bar, get him a sappy card filled with cheesy love poems (bonus if you write them yourself.) He loves it all.

He also wants to be at home, because he's worried about people recognising him and interrupting the date.

He would love, love, love if he came home to a trail of rose petals to follow, he's always wanted to do that!

I think he'd enjoy cooking dinner together, just making a mess, playing around, listening to music.

Please pull him to dance with you, he will melt.

Once the food is eaten and the mess left for tomorrow, I think he'd want to do some sort of activity. A board game, a video game, painting together, anything! He's having fun as long as he's with you.

And then... well he's certainly not going to complain if one of your gifts to him was lingerie or a new 'toy'. And it would be rude to not try them out 😏

Toshinori

His idea of romance is old school. He developed his taste mostly from films, rather than experience, after all.

He wants roses so badly. He can't decide if it's more romantic to get a dozen roses, or just one, so he'll let you decide.

I think something private would be more meaningful to him because he's spent his life in the spotlight.

He wants you to meet him at the door with a rose/bouquet of roses, and then lead him into the living room of your home, where you've laid out a fancy dinner.

He wants the fancy dinner table to be set to the nines, he wants candles, champagne, and some food that he can eat. He wants classical music playing in the background.

And then he wants you to pull out his chair for him and wine and dine him until he's completely smitten, not that that's hard.

He doesn't mind if you order the food, but he'd prefer if you either made it by hand, or had it ordered from a special place as opposed to just off a food delivery app. He wants everything to feel special.

The best way to finish the night after dinner is with a movie. One of his favourite films, probably a ridiculous American action film or terrible romcom.

He needs some good old fashioned cuddling at the same time of course.

And because he's getting old, he wants to spend the final moments of the day tucked up in bed, talking about feelings and the future, and all the fuzzy things you're both looking forward to in your relationship.

Dabi

Dabi is softer than he will admit, which means Valentines Day with him involved tricking him into feeling loved.

You can't do things that are too typical, because he'll get spooked. If he comes home and sees heart shaped balloons or dozens of roses, he will flee the scene.

Luckily, he is utterly weak for pizza, so if he comes home and you've ordered his favourite pizza and got a video game/film set up, he can't resist.

"This isn't some weird Valentine's shit, is it?"

"It's just pizza, Dabi, but if you don't want any, I'll eat it all."

"What? In your dreams, knothead."

Once you've lulled him in with pizza and games, you can start putting the moves on him.

He's almost always down for sex, so that part is easy. The hard part is stopping him from escalating it into something rougher, and keeping it gentle.

He gets frustrated at first that you're being too soft on him, and it's at this point that you start lavishing him in praise and body worship. His frustration turns into bashfulness and Dabi gets kind of shy.

Let him know how much you love him.

And then, right when you're both about to drift off, wish him a Happy Valentine's Day.

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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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summonedbunny · 2 months

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Small comic I made of a scene from fic that I thought was really funny! (In the Shadows of Genesis by Kyonarai)

#my art #bnha #mha #aizawa #all might #omega aizawa #alpha all might

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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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SFW BNHA fanfics x male reader

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None of the stories linked below are mine.

Art not mine - artist KADEART

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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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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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bakubunny · 3 months

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Ngl what about it be like if alpha easermic x omega fem reader and what if the reader was in heat?

tw: a/b/o, piss

still tryna process this one tbh. 😔

like. first of all how dare you mention alpha shota in general but alpha erasermic? the sound i made was unhinged. gimme 2 weeks and i might have a coherent thought again good grief. my stomach hurts.

shota is the possessive, jealous alpha. there’s always this unspoken argument of who’s going to get to you first, and more often than not it’s him. both of them have pissed on you and fucked you through your heats together and separately, but it’s almost an understanding that shota goes first if there’s to be little animosity. but sometimes hizashi is willing to push him on it.

hizashi is a doting alpha. he calls in on family leave when you’re about to go into heat and turns your shared bedroom into a nest where you can get bred until you’re limp be cared for. he makes sure you have anything you could need. very sweet but also possessive. just less than shota.

#i need alpha erasermic in my cu- life #bnha #mha #x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #aizawa smut #yamada smut #erasermic smut #erasermic x reader #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #f!reader #tw piss #💛#thank you nonnie #asks #bakubunny

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mhathotfic · 1 year

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Alpha Aizawa smells like fresh brewed coffee with hints of tobacco under it.

It reminds you of late nights that bled Into the early mornings. Of the odd sense of comfort an old dinner can provid. It’s warm and familiar and yet feels like taking comfort in a mystery you’ve yet to unravel.

His scent seeps into your every pore and sticks to the strands of your hair and you never seem to be able to wash it out entirely. You think this is good though. An Alpha like him, a mystery few get to unwrap even if just a little, rarely leaves hints and clues like this, rarely do they want to be solved.

Yet he’s handing you the tools to do so, you just gotta figure out how to use them.

#bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #nat chats #omegaverse #abo #alpha aizawa

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fatkish · 28 days

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Still thinking about my MHA a/b/o Mortem omega reader. Similar to Nezuko, the reader would be able to manipulate their size and make themselves bigger or smaller.

Say for instance the reader is scared or wants their nest/seeking comfort, the reader could make themselves small and snuggle up to their alpha. Imagine reader is scared or upset so they run to their alpha Mezo Shoji, he wraps his arms around them creating a makeshift travel nest. He could be sitting in class and reader just runs up to him, crawls into his lap and he immediately wraps his arms around them creating a little panic room that is covered in his sent.

Or Aizawa. Reader would make themselves the same size as Nedzu and hides in his binding cloth. He could be sleeping in his sleeping bag and reader just runs up to him, unzips it and crawls in with him. Or he’s sitting at his desk grading papers and the reader crawls into his lap and into his scarf.

Or what about Hawks. You cannot tell me that man wouldn’t definitely be like a broody chicken and cover his distressed omega with his wings. As soon as Hawks senses his omega’s distressed, he’d swoop in and carry them right back to their shared nest. There he would carefully lay them down and make sure his omega was covered by his wings. All snug and toasty. Would definitely be grumpy about having to leave his omega.

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eggcompany · 2 months

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Baby Bakugou's first heat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘ Daddy you smell good’

‘What did you call me?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daddy and papa take such good care of me…

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