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queentheweeb · 1 year

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Alpha Shoto Todoroki X Omega Hanta Sero

Warning: Attempted Rape/Non-Con

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Sero can admit that it was a struggle growing up being the only omega in the family. It baffled his parents since they were both alpha so they expected him to be one too. Imagine the surprise he was not only their firstborn but, their only omega as well? All of his little siblings already presented and they are all alphas and growing taller than him. Omegan genes made him softer and shorter and more compact. He was once tall and lanky until he presented at the end of middle school and, now he's the average height of '5"2 for male omegas. The female omegas were shorter at '4"10. The disrespect is real. That was beside the point. The point was that it was embarrassing having your younger siblings protect you from much stronger alphas who used commands to make omegas bend at will. Fast forward now to when he started U.A as expected there were very few omegas let alone in the heroics department. It was only he, Aoyama, Momo, Jirou, Kendo, and Tetsutetsu that were the only omegas in the heroics department. Everyone else was betas and alphas. The first day he almost dropped due to the sheer amount of pheromones coming from a spiked hair dude, the one with glasses, and a green-haired one. He got dizzy before it all stopped thanks to Aizawa sensei stating that they should be embarrassed and that there were omegas in the class susceptible to dropping. From then on, it took a while but the head alphas were between three of them which was Bakugo, Iida, and Todoroki. They bumped heads a lot but, not enough to actually fight. They all were in the middle of their second year so everyone knew each other's triggers.

"Sero-kun!" Sero looked up getting an armful of an electric Alpha. Denki was a bundle of nerves and at first glance, you wouldn't think he was an Alpha more a beta but, out in the field and during training you can see he's one of the top dogs. Did it make Sero a little jealous? Yes, cause it was so damn difficult to keep muscle. At least he had it in his arms due to swinging like a monkey but that was it.

"What do you want Denk?" He said nothing as he sat up placing Sero in his lap and snuggling into him

"Cuddles man! It's been so long since we cuddled." He doesn't know if he can classify an hour ago as long but, to each his own.

"Don't squish me I need to breathe!" He got comfortable huffing while reading his manga. He melted slightly due to the comforting pheromones coming off of him. He needed to do a cuddle pile later on today. It was already 4 and, usually, he would be in a cuddle pile already. "You're very cuddly today." Was he going into his rut soon? He's only like this when his rut is coming.

"I think my rut will be here soon." He started scenting him and Sero allowed it. He was used to it anyway even though there was someone he wanted to scent him more often than anyone here. His eyes glanced over to Todoroki who was with the dekusquad watching a move on the couch. Usually, he liked to keep to his-self but, it must have been Deku who convinced him to come down. He felt a little sad that it took little to no effort for them but, for him, it was precautionary steps. He wasn't sure how close they were but, they weren't close enough for his taste. Todoroki always wore extra scent patches during school time and, the only time he caught a whiff of his scent was when he showered but it was always drowned out or too far away to actually put a name to the smell. "You're alright Sero? You smell a little stressed." Sero's face flushed bright red as his brain scrambled to think of an excuse.

"I-I was just wondering why t-there hasn't been a c-cuddle pile." The way Denki's eyes softened was not supposed to be adorable but it was.

"Hey guys Sero is upset, he wants cuddles!" Sero was hitting Denki lightly due to the embarrassment of having all of the attention on him. His inner omega though was beyond pleased and purring up a damn storm.

"Come Sero! We can get our blankets and make our cuddle pile right here." Knowing there was no way out of this he got up off of Denki pouting angrily at him before letting his-self get dragged by Momo with the rest following back upstairs. Sero wanted to protest and say that he in fact needed new nesting materials but, maybe his blanket will suffice. He hoped so. By the time he got back to his dorm he felt itchy all over because he knew he wouldn't be able to get comfortable with what he had. It didn't smell right or feel right. It didn't bring him comfort it just made him more stressed than anything. He let out a high-pitched whine before cutting it off abruptly. Shit. Shit. Shit. His dorm is closest to the common room. Someone heard them he knows they did. As if on cue he heard knocking on the door.

"Oi! Plain face open the door." He winced at the nickname. It didn't bother him but, for some reason at the moment, it stung. "Hanta" He flinched hurrying to open the door and peak to see that it was Bakugo with Kirishima.

"Hey man, we heard you whine from downstairs is everything alright?" They were both worried in their own ways making Sero feel sheepish about the way he was acting.

"Ah, sorry about that, uh, um." He glanced back at the pile of used and old blankets wincing at the pile "I need n-new supplies. The blankets make me feel itchy and weird." He knew it was stupid but, he couldn't help it.

"Then we buy you new blankets. Stop worrying so much." Bakugo pushed the door open roughly pulling him in for a hug and giving out soothing scents. He was such a tsundere he says the meanest things but his actions scream the opposite. "Go with ponytail to get the supplies you need. If both of you aren't back in an hour we are coming to get you. Understood?" All Sero could do was nod. Honestly, the supply store he loved wasn't too far only 15 minutes going and 15 minutes back so it shouldn't take long.

"Okay, I'll, um, get Momo." Satisfied Bakugo took him downstairs where Momo was already looking worried.

"What's wrong?" Bakugo gently pushed Sero to her

"He needs new blankets, his old ones are no good. Both of you go and be back in an hour." He sounded like a dictator but, honestly, he cared. He genuinely cared for everyone's well being including Todoroki and Iida.

"Oh! Let's go, I think there are a couple of things I need to do. This is going to be so much fun! Don't worry about money, I got it, please?" Sero was going to decline but her big eyes full of excitement were too much to handle. He reluctantly accepted and headed out making sure to wear heavy scent patches. All of Japan knew about the rare omegas in the heroics department and a lot agreed and then some didn't. Some felt they needed to be protected, some felt they were too weak, others felt that they only belong at home taking care of the house and making children, and then of course the ones who felt they existed solely to please Alphas. Those were the most dangerous.

"What kind of stuff you're looking for?" Both he and Momo decided to walk holding onto each other. Ever since Jirou got lost the whole class decided to always hold on to each other no matter where they went.

"Oh! Well, I need some more blankets, they have the softest and fluffiest blankets you have ever seen! Nothing compares to them and they're huge! Perfect for cuddle piles and pretty colors too!" She was vibrating with contagious excitement. It was hard to stay gloomy around her. Once he and Momo got to the store he did see some of the softest blankets. They both gravitated to the blankets feeling and picking through them and that's when Sero saw the perfect one. It was a white blanket with red trimming and blue icicles scattered across it like snowflakes. It reminded him of the boy he wouldn't mind being his Alpha and who made his inner Omega bounce off of walls in excitement. He took that along with some pillows and sprays. By the time he and Momo finished they both linked arms and started walking back to campus. He decided to tease her a bit about her crush.

"I think Awase will like that you thought about him." He took joy in seeing her stutter and turn red her scent tinging with embarrassment and hope.

"I hope he does! I mean like, I hope I'm good enough." No insecurities are allowed in this friendship.

"You're more than enough, any Alpha should be bending over backward to get with someone like you. Don't worry if he hurts you he got me and 18 other students in our pack to worry about." That made her giggle and her scent went back to the vanilla and honey scent everyone loved. He was told that he smells sweet like candy and can confirm his-self that he does.

"Thanks, Sero-" Before she can continue a shadow loomed over the both of you before something grabbed him and Momo dragging them into a dense part of the trees. Shit! They were only 5 minutes away! 5! They were dressed in regular civilian clothes too. Shit. Shit. Sero was giving off distressed smells, a whine building up in his throat. He can smell Momo's distress from where he was he knows someone within 10 meters can smell them. If only he can-

"Well, well, aren't I a lucky one." Sero focused on the guy's face and of course, it was an alpha. Motherfucker was huge too. He was definitely 6 feet so in comparison to him, Sero and Momo were shrimps. Wait, where was Momo? Sero glanced over and saw she was being straddled by another Alpha who was getting too handsy. Sero yelped when he felt something grab his butt and another hand rips his shirt halfway off. He focused back on the dude hovering above him. "Don't worry my friend got her, I got myself a pretty Omegan boy." He licked a stripe on his neck's scent glands, making Sero let out a very high-pitched whine. If only he could move his arms a smidge to give room for his tape but, the alpha was smart and had his elbows pressed directly into the dirt. "I love it when they make noise." He started nipping at his neck and collarbone. Sero started crying wanting out in this situation. He got one. He heard an oof and so did the bastard over him. The Alpha looked over at his friend which gave Sero more than enough time to knee him in the balls. He got from under him using his tape to tie him up. He was breathing heavily and turned to see Momo's shirt was ripped with angry red marks on her skin and chest. He looked down and saw he was in no better condition.

"Let's go-" She screamed when the alpha that was on her grabbed a handful of everything. Sero quickly kicked the dude letting him get grabbed and his pants ripped too in order to tape him up the same way as the first guy. He looked between him and Momo and the guys to see they were completely immobile. He wanted to cry "C-come S-sero" He looked to Momo to see she was crying "Y-you're crying t-too." She grabbed him and both of them cried their eyes out too stressed to move any further.

"C-Call." It was hard to speak but Momo composed herself a tiny bit to send out an emergency stress call. Not a second later her phone rang the only thing she got out was gargles and a stress whine. At this point, both of them were going to go into a drop. His vision was spotting already

"They're c-coming." Momo grabbed him as tightly as he was holding her. This was scary. If they weren't heroes in training who knew what could have happened?

"S-scared." She whined huddling closer. No more words can get out and after what felt like an eternity he heard their classmates. He and Momo looked at each other, smiled, and allowed themselves to drop.

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When Sero woke up again he was very warm. Everything was very warm and he had a slight headache. He didn't want to open his eyes but, he had to in order to figure out where he was. Very slowly he opened his eyes and looked around to see he was in the infirmary at the school. When did he get here? It took a few minutes for the cogwheels to turn but, when they did he remembered that he and Momo had gone shopping and were attacked, the stress from the situation caused them both to go into a drop. He felt his heart speed up as he gave a little whine.

"It's okay, honey, it's okay. You're safe." The gentle voice of Chiyo invaded his senses calming him down significantly but still, he felt stressed. He still needed to know where was Momo. "Momo woke up half an hour ago and is waiting outside. She refused to leave until you woke up. I assume you want to see her?" All he could manage was a nod as Chiyo went by the door to beckon her in. As soon as Momo came in with her own bandages and, saw him she made a beeline towards him laying on him gently and giving off calming pheromones. He did the same thing as the two of them basked in each other's scents happy to know the other was alright.

"I was so scared...It's so s-scary...We were out cold for a whole day!" She snuggled more into him trying to get as much comfort as possible

"At least we are safe, right? Even though that's a long time..." How were the others? How was Todoroki? How did he take it?

"I have never seen Todoroki look so angry...He along with Bakugo almost went into a frenzy and had to be put to sleep by Midnight Sensei." That made him freeze. Calm, cool, and collected almost went into an Alpha frenzy? Whenever anyone regardless of the second gender goes into a frenzy it's highly dangerous. They can't recognize anyone and can only be calmed down by family or a mate. Bakugo he can understand, but Todoroki? It was unheard of.

"He kept saying you touched him, and you hurt him...He was talking about you Sero...I think he likes you! He's just a bit shy and maybe you should talk with him after this! I talked with Awase and he admitted he wanted to court me! Albeit by accident but it's still nice all the same." Sero couldn't help but be happy for her. Maybe, he shouldn't sell his-self short and just talk to Todoroki.

"Do you think, um, that I can see him? That may be, um, once he sees, uh." He was getting tongue-tied trying to admit he wanted to see his alpha-potential alpha- in hopes of getting some answers and closure. Is it closure?

"I think if he doesn't see you he's going to absolutely tear down the school. Are you good enough to stand?" He looked around and saw he had nothing hanging to him or supporting him. Slowly with Momo glued to his side he sat up and was happy to only have a dull ache

"I'm glad to see you can sit up. Here." She gave him some pain medicine and ointment. "It's for the cuts and bruises since I couldn't heal either of you. Come back to me if you feel worse or if anything else comes up. The both of you are free to go." She turned around going back to her office as Sero and Momo left the nurse's office. He looked at the time and it was again 4-ish the next day. Exactly 24 hours since he dropped. He looked at Momo who had a soft smile on her face.

"Go to him first, I'll tell everyone else that you'll be fine and went to see your alpha first." She winked and before he can protest she pushed him in the direction of the dorms. Grumbling and a bit nervous he started overthinking about how all of this could play out. How would it play out? How would he react? Would he care as much as he thought he was? He didn't notice that during all of his worrying and mumbling he walked right to the front of Todoroki's dorm. Shit. That was too fast. That was way too fast. Might as well just rip it off like a bandaid. He took a breath and went to knock but jumped when the door swung open and in front of him stood a slightly feral Todoroki. His eyes had narrowed into slits, fangs on full display along with claws. The scent of a worried and angry alpha went through him causing a full-body shiver. Before he can say a word he was yanked into the room the door slamming closed behind him. He wasn't able to focus before he was in the air and at eye level with heterochromatic eyes. This escalated quicker than he thought.

"Are you hurt?" Sero blushed brightly as he felt Shoto with his free hand prod and press on his body making him flinch at a particularly sensitive bruise in his hip area. The flinch made Shoto growl possessively holding him flush to his body "Did he touch you." Sero couldn't think. What kind of touch was he-ohhhhh? It registered in his head and to the best of his ability he gently grabbed Shoto's face and used his free hand to rub the scent glands on his neck soothingly.

"He didn't get a chance to...you know. He s-scented m-me." Sero cringed at the feel and thought of someone else touching him, outside of the pack, outside of Sho-His mind froze as he felt Shoto press his face into his neck sniffing him gently.

"Can I?" With little hesitation, he nodded his head sagging in relief when Shoto let out calming and claiming pheromones at the same time. He licked and nibbled his scent glands turning him into putty in his arms. He was at his mercy completely, the only sounds escaping him were purrs. He was out of it long enough for Shoto to move them away from the door and to his bed where he laid them and spooned Sero from the front pulling him into his chest. Sero was surrounded by his scent loving the protectiveness that radiated off of him. "You're mine. You're mine. My Omega." Sero was loving the attention but, he still needed answers.

"How long did you...want me." Todoroki hummed for a bit before nipping his ear.

"Since the concert." His voice was husky and rough causing a shiver to run down Sero's body pleasantly.

"That long..." He couldn't believe it. His crush was reciprocated and for a whole year at that, he didn't say anything. "How come you never said anything." Shoto pulled him impossibly closer kissing the top of his head.

"I was...scared...I didn't want my Alpha to scare you...But I can't...I need to make it known you're mine...If you allow it." This was a lot to take in and maybe it's because of the emotions and feelings running high but he simply nodded against his chest

"I would love for you to be my Alpha...Shoto." The only response he got was happy purrs, the smell of protectiveness, happiness, and contentment permeating the air.

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I'm going to do a part two eventually focusing more on these two!

#anime #fanfic #manga #bnha #mha #fanfiction #quotev #quirks #fluff #a/b/o au #a/b/o fanfic #Alpha shoto todoroki #omega hanta sero #Shoto x sero #seroroki #a/b/o universe #a/b/o dynamics

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 1 year

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Soft Domestic, with a hint of NSFW, Drabble between the two Alpha Pro Heroes, Bakugou and Todoroki, and Tsubasa Connor, pretty please? 🙏

((Hello there anon, hope your doing alright. I think I got something for you. Just give me a moment. <3))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Both Bakugou and Todoroki was having their little omega in between while while pampering him today. Tsubasa couldn't move but he felt so relaxed that his aqua blue eyes were glowing while purring loudly. He felt Todoroki's fingers running through his blood red hair while Bakugo was gently nuzzling against him.

"You seriously are precious all relaxed like this. You feel alright?" he asked that Tsubasa slowly nods to blush more dazed. He loved being pampered like this that he got kissed by him.

"He is pretty cute though." Bakugo said but he keeps massaging and keeping him relaxed. However, hearing his purrs and his giggles made the two blush more. As Shoto was running his fingers through his hair, Bakugo was nuzzling against him till he moves his head to nip against his neck making the other gasp a bit.

"???? Are you alright Tsubasa?" he asked but moves back to see Tsubasa softly moaning as Bakugo was nipping his neck now while squeezing his waist.

"B..Bakugoooooo...I told you n..not to bite me there~" he purrs but he heard his growl biting harder that he gasped.

"But I love biting you here. You make the cutest noises." He whispered but now Tsubasa was squirming till Shoto stops him and hugs him.

"You know we are pampering him, Bakugo. Stop being a tease to him." he warns but he got a warning growl from the other Alpha.

"He's my mate too..and if I want to I'm going to..." he warns as both look but Tsubasa was shaking. "Besides, Red bunny loves being pampered..." he was teasing more but Tsu whimpers as the two were nuzzling against him.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #a/b/o au #omegaverse au #alpha shoto todoroki #alpha bakugo katsuki #omega tsubasa connor #anon #short drabble #resort fantasy book #peahen writer

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 3 months

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Alpha!Todoroki x Omega!Reader

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➤ Alpha’s are so stubborn when they’re hurt. And this one is being exceptionally more stubborn then usual

Warnings⚠️: rut mention

»»——⍟——««A/n: yall know me i love omegaverse but like 🥲i just hope my writing is still good

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"Shoto, stop fighting me." He doesn't answer, continuing to squirm. "Shoto, stop." He pulls his hand from yours, squirming more. "Shoto."

Your alpha has always been a baby when it comes to getting hurt and someone needing to take care of him. This time, after a nasty battle with the latest villain all the pro heroes are trying to take down, he's left with a broken arm, broken ribs, and a fresh new cut across his chest.

The doctor ordered him bedrest be the requirement for him to return home, which he insisted on, and you promised you'd be there to take care of him. The only problem is Shoto insists on not wanting your help, being the stubborn alpha.

"Shoto. Shoto, let me change your bandge." You reach out and try again to wrap the bandage around his ribs. It's the last thing you need to do. It took you about thirty minutes to change his arm cast and fifteen to get him to swallow his pills. "Shoto," you sigh, feeling him move out of your reach again.

You sigh from frustration and sit back, crossing your arms. "Shoto, why are you being so stubborn? I'm trying to help you."

"I don't need your help," the first words he uttered since the whole ordeal started.

"Oh?" you shrug, "ok." You get up from your spot, kneeling on the bed, setting the bandage wrap on the edge, out of Shoto's reach. "Alright then, come get the bandage and re-wrap yourself," you say, crossing your arms and looking at him.

Shoto's head turns, looking at it, and then turns back. "Don't need it."

You roll your eyes, turning around. "You have actually got to be kidding me. Shoto, come on. Stop being so difficult. Just accept my help. It's not the end of the world." It's silent for a few more seconds. "For someone so hurt, you sure are moving around a lot to avoid my help."

"I wanna go in my den."

You sigh again, your head hanging low. "You cannot be serious." You get up and walk to the door. "I am going to go make dinner. And when I come back, we are going to eat, but before that, you are going to stop fighting me so I can change your bandages. Because I swear to god, Shoto, if I have to call the doctor and order a sedation drug, I will."

You walk into the kitchen, taking a breath and trying to calm down. You decide to make some quick cold soba, hoping maybe that'll be a good bribe toward him; maybe getting him to corporate. It doesn't take long, and sooner enough, you're walking back toward the bedroom again.

"Alright," you begin, setting the bowl on the nightstand and sitting next to him. "I need you to eat, and I need you to let me change your bandages otherwise I can't take you to your den Shoto. I need you to work with me."

The other reason you're so bent on getting his bandages changed and in a comfortable spot is cause his rut is due to hit soon. You can smell it, his scent stronger, and obviously his attitude is declining, but the doctor specifically told you he can't do any of those activities, not while he's still recovering.

You decide to take another approach. "Please, alpha? I need you to let me take care of you." He sighs, and you can tell if you want to do anything, this's your opportunity. You grab the bandages, start the process, and do it quickly but carefully, and finally, his bandages are changed, and you can relax. "Ya know, if I ever get hurt like this, I hope you realize I'm getting you back good."

Your clarity only lasts a few minutes, those minutes ending when a strong, musky scent bleeds through the air. His rut.

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#shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #shoto fluff #alpha todoroki #alpha!todoroki #alpha shoto x reader #mha shoto #bnha omegaverse

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noahideahwrites · 1 month

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May i request a todoroki × reader headcon on their first date (>^<). I love your works very muchh!! <333 and keep yearning for more of your great writings!! Fightingg!

Headcanon — Todoroki's First Date

Notes: It's official, I only appear once every blue moon, but that's okay (not really, but we'll pretend). It's kind of short, I really struggled to write this one for some reason.

Warnings: Grammar mistakes

»» The slow-burn with Todoroki is very real, so before you even went on your first date, you would already be friends and have known each other for a long while.

»» It's important to be very clear that you two are going on a date, Todoroki can be quite dense when it comes to romance and thinks you're just going out as friends.

»» Different than other omegas, Todoroki would like to go on a date with you before officially courting. Seeing as you two are friends, he wouldn't mind "skipping" a few steps.

»» But also, he is extremely picky about courting gifts. Coming from a rich family he is used to very high-quality items, so if you are not richer than him can be quite difficult to top what he already has, that's why the dates are so important.

»» The very first date can go two ways, you're both out shopping for his courting gifts, or you're at your house simply having dinner and watching a movie.

»» The first option would happen if Todoroki is running out of certain items, that can also be considered courting items. Like blankets, plushies, pillows and etc. Shoto is a guy who only buys these things out of necessity, for his nest.

»» Do expect him to ask your opinion on everything, also pick out a few things because you want them, for when he invites you into his nest. You won't see his nest until later on in the relationship, but he is considering your comfort even before that.

»» The second option can happen after the first or can be independent, but let's consider it happened after. So it's the end of the day and you two are tired of shopping.

»» Shoto doesn't want to end this date yet, but he also doesn't want to be out and about, so you invite him to your house. You two bought dinner on the way, so you only heat it up and eat together. »» After eating you two talk a bit and decide to watch a movie. You both take showers and go watch the movie, is something to just pass the time and it's also an excuse to cuddle.

»» Todoroki would fall asleep before the middle of the movie, so it's up to you if you finish it or turn it off and also go to sleep. The next morning he would have to go back to his house unfortunately, but dates like this will happen a lot through the rest of your relationship.

#hcideah #alpha!reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x reader #bnha #boku no hero #shoto todoroki

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fatkish · 1 month

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I have another story idea I can’t get out of my head. This story would be a Demon Slayer x MHA a/b/o story.

In a lot of a/b/o stories, you have your alpha, beta and omega. Some have Prime or Apex alphas, alphas who are stronger and more powerful than a regular alpha. And in a few, there are fecund omegas, basically the equivalent of an apex. This story would be a twist on the idea of a fecund omega.

Basically in this story idea, the reader is an Omega as was Muzan Kibutsuji. Since the dawn of humankind’s existence there were 3 secondary genders, alpha, beta and omega. Of course, there were apex alphas who were bigger and stronger than the other alphas, but they were just a subgroup of alphas. Being the lowest class and having been mistreated and used since their beginning, something inside the omegas cried out for power. Power to protect them from cruel and ruthless alphas. Hatred, rage and grief all caused by them simply being an omega.

Well this story would be different from the story line of demon slayer. Muzan was an omega, but he was mistreated and eventually something in him changed, mutated. Normally alphas and omegas could go feral but an omega would still follow an alpha’s command. Fed up by the way he was treated, muzan killed his alpha. From that point forward he continued to kill every alpha he came across. Similar occurrences happened all around the globe, and these deadly omegas were titled Mortems.

These were omegas who were bloodthirsty and primal. Not even the command from an apex, whose commands worked on alphas, betas and omegas alike, would make them submit. Their other name was alpha killers. Muzan was the first but not the last. Very few historical reports of these mutated omegas had ever been made, and not even half of them had any real evidence or facts to back up their claims. There was so little information or knowledge of these Mortems that there wasn’t even statistics about them.

Speeding forward in time to the era of quirks. An omega is born. Now normally, a Mortem would just have increased strength, senses and speed. But once quirks came into the mix, our reader is born. Basically the reader would have all the same abilities as Muzan did as a demon, but they’d be immune to sunlight since it was a quirk. They’d have the regenerative abilities, Muzan’s shapeshifting, basically every single thing Muzan could do as a demon, the reader would be able to do. Except, instead of their blood turning people into demons, the reader’s blood works as a claim. Basically if the reader’s blood comes in contact with an omega’s, even if that omega was already claimed by an alpha even an apex, their blood would destroy the claim and the bond. The reader could give their regenerative abilities to others via their blood. But in order to claim someone, the reader would have to bite someone just like a normal claim but would need to inject their blood into the mark.

The reader would have been born when quirks first emerged and was born around the same time as All for One. Mortems were thought of as mindless and purely instinct driven. People didn’t think that Mortems could communicate let alone be capable of basic intelligence.

What happens when a Mortem omega intervenes with All for One and All Might’s fight in Kamino? What happens when this Omega kills All for One and saves All Might? How will the world react when live on TV, broadcasting from Kamino, this supposed mindless and deadly being, speaks?

After having just brutally murdered All for One, the Mortem omega walks over to All Might. Having no power left and being absolutely exhausted and defenseless, All Might believes that he will be killed by this omega, as they slowly walk towards him the entire battlefield is encased in utter silence. As All Might closes his eyes fearing the inevitable, he suddenly feels a sharp pain in his side, as the scent of omega blood fills his nose. In shock, and with his instincts telling him to protect an injured omega, All Might looks down at the omega as they pull their hand back. Stunned and confused, All might looks down at his side, feeling himself being able to breathe easier and no longer feeling any pain, he questions what the omega just did, not realizing he said it out loud. The omega then points to themselves and then his side wear his scar is and utters a single word, “fix”. The omega then seemingly disappears from the scene, running at an incredible speed.

Having just witnessed proof of Mortem Omegas being capable of communication or at least this particular one, the entire world’s understanding of Mortems has been challenged. After the fight, news of this omega spreads all over the world. When looked into by Recovery girl, she tells All Might that all of his wounds had been healed. The damage that no one else could fix was gone without a trace. She explains that the omega had injected their blood into him, healing his injuries and essentially saving his life.

When news of this gets out to the public, people everywhere are wondering where this omega is, why did they save All Might, what else are they capable of, and can they be utilized? After seeing the overwhelming power as well as the omega’s healing power, alphas everywhere start to turn their attention towards finding and trying to claim this omega. Fearing that the League will try to stake claim on this omega first, there by, gaining control over them, the HPSC orders Hawks, Best Jeanist, Endeavor and every other alpha hero as well as the hero schools to prioritize the claiming of this omega. Whichever alpha claims this omega will basically be seen as the strongest alpha.

As the League’s alphas, Tomura, and Dabi, begin their hunt for this omega, the pro heroes begin to keep an eye out for the Omega. As the hunt begins, Aizawa returns home one day to the scent of an unfamiliar omega in his home. Following the scent, he walks into his bedroom seeing everything has been moved around and all the bedding and fabric like material as well as his mattress has been put in the middle of the floor and seemingly arranged into a makeshift nest. From behind him he hears a growl, turning around in a flash, he comes face to face with the infamous Kamino Mortem. They walk past him and enter their nest, growling quietly at him, he slowly leaves the room and leaves the omega be.

What does this mean? Why is this omega here, in his house. Why have they built a nest? Why does it always have to be him?

If anyone wants to use this idea, go ahead. I just need it to stop taking up space in my brain.

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cheer-less · 2 years

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a/b/o todoroki shouto x f!reader - dark content

summary - after spending the first 24 years of your life as Young Lord Todoroki Shouto's academic rival, everything changes when on your 25th birthday you present as an omega. Your wealthy family is ashamed, and give you up to the quickest bidder. Don't worry, surely Shouto won't hold a grudge.

cws - this is dark content with non/con and dub/con. arranged partnership au, with omega reader, alpha shou, endeaver also makes reader finish on his fingers, touya's a bit of a creep, vaguely victorian, an au where omega's don't really have rights, predicament bondage, hard impact play, bootlicking, muzzle, dehuminization, endeavor refers to reader as it, breeding, breathplay, use of a riding crop, whipping, aphrodesiac, dacry philia , hard domination, degradation, knifeplay, praise, and then love and soft inadvertent aftercare. yandere.

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The countryside flashes past you, but you keep your eyes ahead. There’s a little stain on the upper left corner of the cushion just next to Todoroki Touya’s head, and if you stare at that, maybe you won’t be sick. You swallow around the gag in your mouth, it’s leather, and it covers the lower half of your face. You can’t see the back of your head, but you know it locks on, and you know the keys are in Todoroki Enji’s pocket. Touya kicks you.

“Do’ya even like Shouto?” You don’t respond, obviously. Your cheeks are red from crying, and your newfound sensitivity to the world isn’t helping, you can smell both of them, and you feel small and shy in this small space with two alphas.

“It doesn’t matter, Touya.” Todoroki Enji says, adjusting the white cuffs of his shirt. You’re wearing a simple white dress, and your hair has half fallen out of its complicated updo, tendrils framing your face. Touya kicks you again, you don’t react, even as pain blooms in your shin. There’s a leather restraint around your upper arms, pinning them to your body, and your hands are nearly loosing feeling with how hard you’ve pulled against the restraint on your wrists.

“Is she a virgin?” Touya asks his father, and Enji’s face glazes over.

“Apparently not.” He looks over at you. “However, given their relationship I decided to acquire her for him anyway. A graduation present.” He sighs, tapping his cane against the floor of the carriage. “He doesn’t have to bond to her, if he doesn’t want to, but she’s healthy, and fertile, so he may if he’d like.” Touya looks back to you. “This is a gift for your brother.” Enji says firmly. “Not yourself.”

“She smells good though,” Touya says, cracking a smile. “Anyone ever said that to you, sweetheart?” You make eye contact, and his blue eyes are so cold a shiver runs up your spine. He puts his boot up on the seat right between your legs, pressing against your crotch. A little strangled sound escapes the gag and Enji sighs.

“I ought to make sure she’s in working order.” He takes you roughly into his lap, squeezing your breasts hard enough to make you keen against the gag.

“Let me,” Touya says, annoyed. His father shakes his head.

“No.” Enji lifts your skirts, in full view of his son, and pins your thighs apart. “Soaked.” He murmurs, slipping your white panties to the side. “Omega’s are absolutely shameless, aren’t they?” He rubs his thumb across your clit and it’s a little like being shocked by a million volts of electricity, you’d been touched before you’d presented but this, this was something entirely new. He doesn’t pause, slipping a single finger inside you and curling it. Your back arches against his broad chest and he supports your head with his free hand. “Easy,” he says, and you try but it’s not long before you’re cumming on his fingers, tears pooling in your eyes as you look everywhere but at Touya.

“I want her.” He says, annoyed, as Enji tucks your face into his neck, palming your entire head and shhing you gently.

“You have proven that you are not responsible enough to care for an omega.” Enji says sharply. “Shouto on the other hand-”

“Is a goody fucking two shoes?” Touya protests.

“Is about to graduate with a masters in politics, is mature, is an adult, is ready for this. Is my heir. Take your pick.” Touya sours, but keeps his mouth shut. The carriage pulls to a stop, finally, at the beginning of the long driveway on their sprawling estate. The door opens, and the men get out. Enji takes you by the shoulders, and deposits you in the gravel, letting you stand while waving the man driving the carriage away. He keeps a tight hold on the lead around your waist, tugging you inside while he bickers with his son. You tune it out. It’s a grey and dark day, the sky looks like it might rain any minute. The Todoroki estate is wide and sweeping, the main mansion house is huge and beautiful, stone covered in deep green ivy. The glow from inside is light and golden, under any other circumstances you’d be excited to see the inside. Not today. Lord Todoroki Enji bids Touya a firm goodbye and then leads you up the sweeping staircase in the entrance hallway, not bothering to allow you to shed your shoes. Servants look at you with a mixture of pity and concern as you pass, you avoid their gaze.

“Shouto!” The lord calls down the hallway, but there’s no response. You walk for a few minutes, wet boots squeaking on the beautifully varnished wood floors. You struggle to keep up with him, but just when you’re about to trip on your skirts, he stops. He knocks on the a cream colored door, and you're struck by how in any other situation, how unseemly, how taboo it would be for you to see his bedroom.

“Come in.” You hear a familiar voice say, tinged with annoyance. Lord Todoroki pushes the door open, and takes you by your upper arms, dragging you inside. You have exactly one second where you read genuine confusion on Shouto’s face. He’s standing at his desk, having been in the middle of penning a letter. Realization dawns on him as he reads both the flush and the tear tracks on your face, as he inhales and he can smell you, white florals, gardenia, freesia, madness.

“Congratulations on your graduation from university.” Lord Todoroki says, releasing your upper arms. “If this gift isn’t to your liking, we can always replace it.” You swallow, surely, he’d reject you. Based on the last conversation the two of you had had, where it had been revealed that you’d beaten him out for the top academic spot in your graduating class, you could see him telling his father to throw you in the mud with the pigs.

“A gift?” Shouto says, nearly unconscious of the conversation, eyes on you, guessing what the last day had been like for you, imagining the last twenty four hours of humiiliation.

“You should breed it, in my opinion,” Lord Todoroki says, feeling you squirm against the restraints. “Do you think you have what you need to break it, it should obey you but I can-”

“I know what I need to do.” Shouto says sharply, and Enji flashes his palms. You recoil involuntarily at his tone and he softens a bit. “Get out.” Shouto takes a step towards you and Enji moves towards the door, hesitating.

“You know where to find me.” He says eventually, and Shouto shrugs. Enji lets the lead he was holding fall to the floor, closing the door behind himself. The two of you are alone, and there’s a beat before he speaks.

“You poor little thing,” His voice oozes condescension as he takes a step towards you and you realize now, how much taller than you he’s become as the years have passed. “You’ve been crying?” You nod, unsure if it’s the flushed cheeks or red eyes that give you away. “Why don’t we get the first part over with, and then you can take some time and calm down?” You feel hot new tears forming, and he reaches for you. Instinctively you step away. He moves quickly enough to catch you, taking your body roughly and bending you over his bed, pinning you to the mattress as you struggle. “Stop, moving,” he grunts, and for the first time you feel the weight of an alpha giving you an order and subdue your movements, even as you hear the metal of his belt buckle clink, and feel him raking up your skirts. “I want you to remember,” he says, “That’ I’m taking the time to prepare you, even though I don’t have to,” he keeps one palm on your head, pinning it to the bed. You feel him slip two fingers inside you, you whimper against the gag. He scissors them, taking his time to relax the muscle. You stop struggling as you start to feel pleasure along with the humiliation of your former classmate seeing you like this, and feel him pat your back softly with his free hand.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, smirk spreading across his face, he smells like clean leather, like the crackling of a fire, like pine. “Omega’s really do break easily, don’t they?” You try to speak through the gag but he chooses that moment to ease himself inside you, and you whimper instead. You’ve never felt this full before, this relaxed, even restrained, even uncomfortable, it’s ecstatic. You feel him comb his fingers through your hair, swearing under his breath.

“Good,” he breathes, and the warmth of his praise is like a small fire in your chest. “Good girl.” He rolls his hips against yours experimentally, and watches you relax further, all soft moans and whimpers. He rests one hand on your bound wrists and uses it as leverage to fuck you harder, swearing as he loses his composure, he’d dreamed about this, fantsized about it every time you’d beaten him in class, corrected his answer, flashed a higher test score. He’d thought of ways he could humble you, he’d imagined slapping the smile off your face, spitting in your mouth, pushing you to your knees in front of him where you belonged. But in this moment, with you so deliciously pathetic in front of him, he finds himself only able to focus on his own pleasure, sure that you’ve achieved some kind of climax when your eyes roll in your head and he chases his own high, cumming with a loud groan deep inside you, raking his nails down your back. He takes a minute, keeping a hand on your waist to pin you to the bed while he puts his pants back on. You’re lost, mind floating far from your body when you feel him push you gently to the floor. “I have to finish a letter.” He says slowly, like you might have trouble understanding. “You’re going to sit next to me on the ground, understand?” You nod, and he takes the leash and pulls you, forcing you to crawl awkwardly across the floor without using your hands, his cum running down your leg under your dress. You kneel, and watch him sit and write, more tears rolling down your cheeks at regular intervals. After fifteen minutes, he pauses, looking down at you, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“I’d imagine you’re quite upset, but this is far more natural than any competitive relationship we had.” He says. “You’re going to serve me, like you would have anyway, but now you’ll also carry my heirs.” You swallow, more tears falling. “I won’t expect you to know everything, I’ll train you, I’m a fair man. Obviously you’re gagged for the time being, but first, please don’t speak unless spoken to, don’t hold eye contact with me, or anyone unless you’re invited. You keep your eyes on my boots.” He inspects you. “Are you going to speak if I take the gag off?” You shake your head. He bends down, and gently, carefully unlocks the back of the leather strap. He doesn’t let any of your hair get caught in it, brushing it back from your face. You resist the urge to groan at the pain when you're finally able to close your jaw after nearly a full day wearing the muzzle.

“If you speak without permission,” he says, and you keep your eyes on his shoes. “It will come back. If you understand, I want to hear you say ‘Yes, sire.” You can’t help yourself, you look up at him indignantly, remembering the times you’d said that same phrase in mockery, teasing him about an argument in class you’d won, about a test you’d beat him out on. He raps your nose hard with one long finger and you instantly recoil, in more shock than in pain.

“Eyes down.” He says sharply, turning in his chair to fully face you. You let out a terrified squeak. “Appropriate reaction,” he says, still with a cutting tone, “Most of my punishments will be far more uncomfortable.” You stare at his boots, attempting to focus. “So you are smart enough to follow orders. Let’s hear it, yes, sire.” You find your voice, it’s barely a whisper.

“Yes, sire.”

“Good,” he says, “Now I want you to kiss my boot.” You know better than to look back up at him, but it takes all your self control not to look up into his eyes, not to look at your former classmate who had to be joking. You hesitate, “I am absolutely and deadly serious.” He says, and you hear the slight condescension in his tone. You lower your head, and press your lips to the leather. “More.” He says and you kiss it, nearly losing your balance with your hands and arms tied behind you. “Now apologize to it.” He says and he watches you stop yourself from looking up at him in confusion. “Apologize for thinking you could ever be my rival,” he snaps, “And apologize to my boot for thinking you were ever above it.” You swallow.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I’m sorry for thinking, for thinking I was ever above your boot.”

“So soft spoken now,” He observes, “Is it because you’re afraid of me?” You go to nod and then think better of it.

“Yes, sire.”

“Lick them.” He orders, and you do, crying a little still as you clean his boot, following it with your face as he brings them back under his desk, resting one of them on your face as you hear the scratch of the quill on the paper. You’re still restrained, licking the part of his shoe you can get to, terrified of what will happen if you stop. You lay on the ground, straining your neck for a full half hour before he stops writing and scoots his chair black.

“Look at you,” he says, “Who knew this was what you were good for?” You know better than to try to speak, he presses the flat of his boot against your mouth. “I did.” He says coldly. “I always knew you were nothing unless you were serving me, always.” He pushes it harder against your face. “So this is how you greet me, you’ll get on your knees and lick my boots until I tell you you can stop. Understand?”

“Yes,” you manage, “Sire.” It’s hard to get words out around his shoe, but you do your best. He pushes the chair back, standing, and reaches down, taking the lead and walking across the floor, leaving you to scramble on your knees, unable to crawl properly with your arms restrained.

“Wait here.” He points to the ground and you close your eyes. He gets a box and stands on it, taking some rope from a drawer in his desk and looping it through a metal hook on the ceiling. He works for a few minutes before speaking again. “Get up here and stand on the box,” You struggle to your feet and stumble across the floor, legs asleep. “Iida’s gonna eat shit,” he mutters, a smug little smile on his face as he stands you on the box, going behind you and loosing the restraints on your wrists, You gasp with relief as the blood flows back to your hands, you flex and stretch your fingers. He reaches around and removes the other leather belt from your upper arms, and unlatches the leash from your neck, and you stand, unrestrained

“Your parents may never have cared if you dressed appropriately,” he says, snatching a shining golden letter opener from his desk, “But rest assured my property will be properly covered when it goes outside.” He slices down the front of your dress and you let out a nervous gasp, struggling to keep your eyes down as he yanks it off of you, throwing it on the ground. You’re standing then, in only your corset, panties and stockings. “This you’ll need.” He mutters, removing the corset without destroying it, unlacing it with a mild amount of frustration. He slices through your panties, and you whimper at the proximity of the metal to your skin, but his movements are deft and sure. He throws them on the ground next to your dress. He eyes your stockings, they’re a white cotton, and they come up to just above your knee. “I can’t have you catching cold, and it’s a cool day.” He slides a thumb in between the fabric and your skin, feeling the plush of your thigh, and you keep your eyes downcast as you feel him tying the rope around your body, your wrists, your waist, your neck, running between your legs. It feels a bit loose and strange. You keep your eyes down as he goes to his bedside table and takes out a small bottle, dipping his fingers in something before spreading it between your legs, rubbing it on your already puffy clit. He notices that at his touch, you stop trembling, as if despite what he was doing to you you couldn’t help but be comforted.. “When I remove the box, you better catch yourself.”

“Yes, s-” he pushes it out from under you and you fall, several things happen at once. You stand the only way you're able to, catching yourself on the balls of your feet. The rope between your legs now cuts into your crotch, in a way that brings you some relief from what you’re now certain is an aphrodisiac, but when you rub against it to get relief the rope on your neck tightens. Your arms are wrenched up, behind you, and your back already aches at the way they’re pulling. You let out a kind of strangled moan, trying to find a way to stand and be comfortable, while he watches with a small genuine smile on his face.

“Don’t suffocate yourself to cum.” He says, teasing, and you look up at him, then immediately recognize your mistake, fear flooding your face as he scowls.

“I’m sorry I, please don’t-”

“Quiet.” he snaps. He opens a closet and pulls something out, it’s a long black riding crop,

“Please,” you beg, “Please, Todoroki-” He moves so quickly you barely see him, whipping it hard across your chest. You gasp with pain, tears springing to your eyes.

“To you,” he says, doing it again, making you dance on your tiptoes, “I am sire, your lord, or Lord Todoroki.” He whips you again. “All that studying and not a drop of sense in your brain I see.” You gasp again when he does it again, this time on the top of your thighs. He walks past you, and for a moment you think he’s done but he stands behind you, watching you rub your body against the rope, shaking his head. He takes something and puts it over your head, you realize it’s the muzzle and start to struggle in earnest. He pushes the bit back in your mouth and fastens it, coming to stand in front of you. “I was going to let you beg for relief.” He says, shaking his head. “But you spoke out of turn, and now you’re going to spend the day like this.” he whips your tits again and you yelp against the gag. He keeps going, savoring every little tear, the tinge of your face as it burns in humiliation. He doesn’t talk much, stopping if the gag buckle gets tangled in your hair, softly gently fixing it and then going back to whipping your tits. You’re crying hard by the time he pauses, still alternating between bucking your hips against the rope, gasping for air and hopping around on the balls of your feet. He sighs, setting the crop on his desk and palming his length.

“Fuck,” he loses his icy composure for a second. “I underestimated how hot it would be to see you cry,” He moves quickly, coming to stand behind you and taking your hips in his hands. You’re still swollen from last time, but he bullies his length inside, fucking you hard, but after a few minutes, he stops, pulling the gag down. “Wanna hear you say my name as you cum,” he growls, “Wanna hear you say it.”

“Aaa-ah,” you get out, he’s right, you’re close, and he’s so big and warm and close, “S-sire,” you get out and feel his lips on you shoulder.

“Shouto.” He corrects. “Shouto when you’re cumming.”

“Shouto,” you repeat back to him, “Oh, oh, oh, Shouto-”

“Fuck, yes,” he snarls, “Who owns you?”

“Y-you, Shouto,” you choke out, and you cum nearly at the same time, you first and then he follows after you, your legs trembling as you go back to balancing on the tips of your feet. He stays curled against you for a second before replacing the gag and flopping back on his bed. You whimper a little, you’re back to having your arms pulled at a painful angle, and without his touch you have nothing to distract from the welts on your chest, which sting and throb. He stares at you, taking his time, running his fingers over the welts, even pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

It’s a full hour before he takes you down, letting you flop to heap on the floor, barely catching yourself on your shaking hands. He leaves you there for a moment and comes back, taking your chin in his hand, forcing your gaze upwards.

“You can look,” he says softly, and you feel him dab your face with a warm cloth, “Good girl,” he coos, your lids flutter shut. “I don’t really have it in me to hurt you too badly,” he muses, as if he’s surprised. “I was so angry with you,” he murmurs, carding his hands softly through your hair. “But you’re really quite docile like this, aren’t you,” he cups your face. “Look at me.” You do, and hold his gaze really, for the first time since you walked into the room. “I’ll take good care of you.” He murmurs, feeling the warmth of responsibility ignite in his chest. “Some omegas sleep in the stables, but I think I’d prefer to have you in my bed, hm?” You realize, after a beat, that he’s asking what you think. Despite yourself, you nod. “I thought so.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.

He gets up and leaves, coming back a few minutes later carrying a basket, setting it on the floor and pulling a dark glass bottle out. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket, and pours some of the liquid, it stains the fabric a dark purple.

“Shhhh,” he breathes, and you sniffle a little as he dabs at the welts, “Shhh, sweetheart.” You feel the pain dissipate wherever he touches the handkerchief, it’s numbing affect apparent.

“I’m,” you choke out and he looks at you, “I’m s-sorry, sire.” He stares at you, surprised, and then pats you on the head affectionately.

“You’re doing alright.” He pulls you to your feet, and you let out a soft whimper of pain, sore from having been in an uncomfortable position for so long, “You’re doing well, come here,” he holds you to his chest, feeling how small and soft you you are pressed against him, feels a deep protective connection forming. “You’re a good girl, so good.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, lifting you up and setting you on his bed. “You wanna take a little break, get under the covers and I’m going to see to your clothes?” You swallow and nod. He doesn’t make you verbally respond. “Do I need to tie you down, or will you stay put?”

“I’ll stay put, sire.” You mumble, as he pulls the blankets back and tucks them around you. You feel exhausted, joints aching, but somehow, pleasantly full and warm. Shouto kisses your head one more time before leaving, a soft smile on his face as he fixes his jacket, walking down the stairs to the entrance hallway.

“How are things?” His father stands as he passes the sitting room, Shouto scowls, looking away.

“Fine.” He says, and starts to walk faster.

“They sounded fine,” Touya calls, from the soft satin couch he’s lying on, “Pass it around sometime.” Shouto whirls around, eyes narrowed.

“You will not touch her.” He snarls, and Touya cackles, his canines catching the light.

“He will not.” Lord Todoroki Enji stands, putting a hand on his eldest sons shoulder. “Your sons should be your own.” Touya scowls, ripping his shoulder away from his father, and stalking out of the living room. “She’s behaving?” Shouto nods, ready to leave. “And you like her? We can get you another one.” Shouto feels an unnatural, irrational anger ignite in his chest, his hand curling into a fist.

“I don’t want anyone else.” The words tear from his lips without him thinking about them, and a small proud smile spreads across his fathers face.

“Good.”

Shouto meets with a few of the servants and makes arrangements for your clothes, and for a few other things, acquiring more soft dark strips of leather from the stables. He makes it back to you just as the skies open up, rain pounding against the windows of his bedroom. You’re still asleep, nearly exactly where he left you. He slips out of his jacket, kicking off his boots and slipping into bed beside you, tucking your body into his chest. He inhales deeply, you still smell of springtime, like the white flowers that grew on the trees in the gardens, back when he used to walk with his mother. He rubs your head, and feels you snuggling against his chest.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks and you nod.

“Yes, sire.” You mumble sleepily, he feels you hook a leg around his body. “Mine.” You mumble, unconsciously. He chuckles without thinking about it.

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow, but you just hold him tighter. “Did you hate me?” He murmurs, “Before, did you hate me?”

“No.” You sigh.

“No, hm?” He starts running a long finger down from your forehead to the slope of your nose. “Not going to mind being mine?” You squirm at that.

“Is it always going to hurt?” You ask, your voice is small.

“Sometimes,” he says with a little shrug, “You’ll need to be trained, and also I think you look absolutely beautiful when you cry.” You shiver. “But sometimes,” he couches, “It can be nice. Soft.” He keeps stroking your face. “You’ll have heats, and I’ll take care of you,” you squirm a little more, “You don’t like that?”

“No, sire.”

“I’ll have ruts, and you’ll take care of me,” he says softly, wondering if that’s the right way to put it, “It’ll probably feel more like I’m throwing you around.” You let out a soft little noise. “You don’t like feeling out of control.” It’s not a question. “You’ll get used to it.”

#todoroki shouto x reader #yandere todoroki shouto #yandere shoto #yandere shouto #alpha shouto #alpha shoto #mha abo #bnha abo #mha dc #bnha dc

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katsukikitten · 2 years

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Synopsis: Shoto lives his whole life unbothered. There truly is nothing that can rile him up nor tempt him to indulge in the finer things in life, that is until he meets you.

Warnings: Dub con, alpha/omega dynamics, Shoto is a bit rough, biting, breeding if you squint

AN, wc: I'm finally getting around to posting this drabble I wrote for @kinjuutsu ages ago. So enjoy the smut 1765

Todoroki Shoto was a stoic man. Nothing seemed to phase him in this world. A rare pro hero Alpha that didn't have a need for suppressants, he could rescue any Omega with ease. Whether they had their scent blocking collars or not, and he even had on his record that an Omega in heat barely got more than a second glance around him.

Not to mention he was easy to pair with the more temperamental Alphas as Shoto was far from territorial. Helping to hold back anyone who was having a particularly rough day or getting too close to their rut. Just another reason why he was ranked in the top five heros.

So today shouldn't be any different as he patrols with Bakugou who's more angsty than normal. His own hot headed omega giving him trouble at home as Shoto plays therapist most of the day.

Or maybe it was more like a verbal punching bag.

"Shoto and Katsuki, please return to the agency your shift is now complete." Dispatch rings in through their headsets as the two Alphas make their way towards the large building.

"Fuck this day." Bakugou hissed as he steps off the elevator to head towards his office to finish up some paperwork. Before Shoto can even get off the elevator something sweet hits his nose.

Something salivating as he stalks with dilated pupils to find you with your back turned. Short skirt and your pretty little throat exposed, no suppressant collar to be seen. Shoto cannot stop himself, stop his instinct as he stalks towards his prey.

With dirty images flashing in his head. Grabbing your jaw and craning your head to expose your throat to him. His canines ache as he thinks of sinking them deeply into your scent gland marking you as his own and…

Shit, shit shit. He was right on top of you now and you still hadn't noticed, reaching up higher into the cabinet as your already short skirt rides up, exposing that fine line where your tights started to thin and if Shoto looked closely. He could see what color your underwear were.

He grinds his teeth, body moving on his own as he reaches over you, yanking the bottom of your skirt down with a deep growl that vibrates in your own chest. He sets the binder your fingers were ghosting onto the counter before you. Lips pressed to your ear in a snarl.

"Watch it or people might think you're nothing but a vixen."

Shoto grinds his teeth as he turns away from you, the crotch of his pants growing tighter as he thinks of just how pretty you looked. Of bending you over that counter in that dark little nook. Ripping your tights and feasting on your cu- wait.

Internally he shakes his head, tongue running across his engorged fangs as he fights to keep from scenting the room in lust.

"I didn't ask for help, you know." You call from behind him with such an attitude it makes Shoto stop in his tracks.

Normally he'd let the attitude go, wouldn't haven't even registered what you said. But you were choking him, your smell all over this damn office and you couldn't have been here long. After all, you weren't here this morning. He looks over his shoulder, smoky quartz eye glowing as he sees you with your arms crossed. The position pushed up your tits in your shirt, the buttons straining and it has Shoto's mouth watering.

Unconsciously he lets his threat hang in the air, changing the mood with his scent. Charred wood and icy winds wrap around your shoulders causing a shiver to run down your spine as he closes his office door.

Weeks pass with the two of you at odds. Shoto correcting your clothes as he always, always finds his new assistant in precarious poses. On tiptoe, bending over with your ass wiggling in the air as you look for a file, or even just standing too close to him as you slam his coffee down on his desk.

He wasn't helping with your attitude, normally when an Omega was irritated he'd let off gentle, relaxing pheromones. Filling the air in a cozy bonfire with roasting marshmallows or the soft scent of pine on Christmas morning.

But lately his lust and irritation soured, charred wood and the cold threat of snow hung heavy in the air.

Today was no different as things began to come to a head.

There you are again, after a long and rough day of snapping with Bakugou, in the nook. Reaching for the top shelf as you insisted on auditing his old assistant's work. Your skirt riding up, showing off where your tights began to thin, he could see your soft skin beneath the fabric, your lacy black underwear and the curve of your ass cheeks from how much it rode up today. But what sends him over the edge is that you don't have on your normal blazer, the small strap of the dress falls down your shoulder and you make the tiniest whine.

Those images come flashing into his head again. Teeth aching as they long to bite you, marking you as his over and over and over until you were nothing but a drooling mess with his name jumbled on your tongue.

He cannot stop himself as he goes to "correct" your dress. This time his chest is pressed so harshly against you it pushes your hips into the biting edge of the counter. As he grabs for the binder roughly slamming it down onto the surface as his calloused fingers yank down the hem of the dress.

"So you are just a seductive little Vixen." His voice is laced with venom and his tone has your stomach in knots and the way he smells. Choking out every rational thought. He sends your heart into a racing pace as he starts to retreat to his office.

"What's your damn problem?!" You cross your arms, "You've been nothing but an asshole to me!"

He scoffs, about to close and lock his office door to pant in his chair until he's calmed down until your glossy lips mumble out.

"Bakugou is nicer than you, fuckin dickhead." You turn around to reach for another binder

This time, oh this time Shoto can't help himself. Cornering you into the nook as he presses himself into you. This time the counter bruises your hips as he presses his lips to your ear.

"What's wrong with me?" His voice is dangerously low and suddenly you don't have much to say, "I'll tell you what the fuck is wrong with me."

He pushes your dress up to your natural waist, exposing to him your pretty ass in those lacy underwear, kept behind the thin fabric of panty hose that stretch over your round cheeks. Rough hands grab at your hips as he grinds your clothed cunt onto his painful hard on. He pants struggling to keep his composure as his hips stutter. He can smell your arousal growing from how he handles you and it's almost enough to send him into a rut.

"You." It comes out animalistic as his breath fans your ear, his hands coming up your sides before sliding over your stomach and up to your breasts. Loving the feel of the weight in his hands before the venture back to your hips.

"You, trying to seduce me by wearing short skirts and dresses, showing off your neck that's begging for me to bite. Trying to tease with flashes of your thighs and underwear. Monday they were red, Tuesday they were dark blue and today they are black." You swallow thickly having not realized just how much the fabric rode up your powerful and pretty frame, silently thanking the gods you were on a floor only Bakugou and Shoto could access.

"You want me to correct your skirt don't you?" He stills his hips, pressing his nose to your throat as he lets out a groan, "Want me to get close so I can smell your damn intoxicating scent."

He sounds angry but his pheromones say otherwise. Hot bonfire, icy wind wrapping around you almost as tightly as he was pressing against you.

He stays like that, lapping at your throat, letting his teeth barely scrape along your tender spot and the sensation drives you mad.

You grind against him every so slightly and that's all it takes to push him over the edge. He rips open your tights and pushes your underwear to the side. When he watches the silvery string of arousal break he loses all composure. Slapping his large hand over your mouth to quiet your moan as he slips his length into you in one quick stroke.

"I'm going to breed this pretty little cunt until you're stuffed with my cum." He growls, fucking into you with wreckless abandon. Taking out pent up aggression he didn't realize he had. Even with his hand over your mouth he can hear the sweet moans you make. Feeling you clenching around him so hard he thinks he won't last.

"Fuck, fuck pretty girl." He growls, nipping at your throat, tongue thrashing over the indents trying so, so hard not to sink his teeth in and mark you as his mate, "Taking me so well."

"You'll cum for me right? Squeeze me so tight I'll see stars?" He asks, pulling you to him so his free hand can reach around you and press rough circles over your clothed clit. Quickly the coil in your stomach begins to tighten as he alternates whispering filth in your ear and nipping at every inch of your throat but your scent gland. You don't last long as you scream into his warm palm whimpering as he fucks you through your orgasm. Cunt convulsing so hard he can't help himself.

Can't help the ache in his cock or his canines

"That's my good little omega.." He growls, hips stuttering as he bites deeply into your throat, painting your walls in sticky white.

As his canines sink into your scent gland, the sensation makes you cum again. Tears falling down your cheeks and over his thick fingers as you feel impossibly close to the hulking pro hero.

He stays like that a moment, softening in you before he removes himself and his teeth. Your throat blossomed in deep purples as he pants in your ear.

"Grab your stuff, we're leaving." His hands bruising your hips, "I'm gonna fill you with my seed til you're baring my babes."

#shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #tw dub con #dub con #alpha shoto x omega reader #alpha shoto #kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛🖋️

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emjiroki · 10 months

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My Hero Masterlist ♡

Enji Todoroki ♡

Oni's Heart Yakuza Series

Alpha Enji Short Fic

Self-indulgent Daddy kink

Early Morning Smut

Enji’s Birthday

Alpha Enji x reader x Alpha Shoto pt 1

Alpha Enji x reader x Alpha Shoto pt 2

Alpha Enji smut #1

Beast Like Me: Alpha Enji x Omega reader

Shoto Todoroki ♡

Love You More: Alpha Shoto x Omega Reader

Dreams You Find Masterlist

Where You Belong link

Where You Belong Masterlist

Need You, Love You

Holiday Smut

Arranged Marriage drabble

Touya Todoroki ♡

HeatStroke

Fading Light: Zombie AU

Katsuki Bakugo ♡

No Plan

Katsuki x Reader 18+ short fic

Midnight Writing 18+

Eijiro Kirishima ♡

Open it Red Riot: Birthday fic

Country Boy Kirishima

Country Boy Kirishima pt 2 Rodeo Headcanons

Hitoshi Shinsou ♡

You and I? Two of a kind

Hanta Sero ♡

Say it when your sober: Sero x Reader x Shoto

#my hero academia #my hero smut #enji todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hanta sero x reader #country boy eijiro kirishima #alpha enji todoroki #alpha shoto todoroki #enji todoroki smut #emji ♡#em x shoto

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thegayer-thebetter · 6 months

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Learning to Heal - Chapter 1

Alpha Bakugo x Alpha Kirishima x Beta Todoroki x Omega Izuku (It's a polycule because why tf not)

Summary: Izuku is not like the other omegas at the Omegan Sale Facility. He was raised to be the ‘perfect omega’, the obedient alpha fantasy. His whole life he was taught to put his wants last, to listen to an alpha no matter what. When he’s of age he’s sold to an Omegean Sale Facility, others were kidnapped to be trained and broken into the ‘perfect omega’, to be auctioned off to the highest bidding alpha. He’s been brainwashed and manipulated his whole life to believe this is what he wants. That by doing so he’s fulfilling his duties as a good omega should.

However, when pro heroes take down the omega trafficking ring and Izuku realizes that he was lied to his whole life. He has to unlearn everything he was taught and listen to his inner omega. With the help of the pack of pros that made his freedom possible Izuku has a lot to learn.

I wake up to the alarm, as always. I make my way to the shared bathrooms and begin my morning hygiene routine, as always. The rules at this Omegan Sale Facility are strict but simple.

Rule 1: Hygiene and maintaining my appearance is my priority. That means I brush my teeth twice a day; eat only the food given to me during mealtime; I must participate in active time; shower every day; shave every week at least; and do my skin care every morning and night. My body and looks are the commodity, I am the facility’s property. The better I look, the more money I bring in.

Rule 2: I will obey any and every order. My will and my wants do not matter. No matter what the guards and trainers tell me to do, I must do it. My omegean instincts are second to the will of those above me. I do not know what is best for myself, only an alpha knows what an omega wants and needs.

Rule 3: By completing the obedience and alpha care training I will be added to the roster of the next auction and sold to the highest bidder. That alpha will be my new owner. That’s the goal. To be an alpha’s plaything, a mindless, obedient, omega. That’s how omegas were intended to be, after all, and the facility helps keep omegas in order. The facility shows us our place in the world, some take longer to accept it than others. But in the end every omega brought here succumbs to the natural order of things.

It’s only three rules! It’s far simpler than I had imagined it would be. Some omegas here were taken off the streets, targeted for their looks and/or scents. While others had no choice than to give themselves over because of a large amount of debt. I do not fall into either of those categories. I am one of the very few omegas specially trained since birth to be the perfect omega. The rules of the facility have been taught to me since birth, I knew my place from a very early age.

The second I was eligible, my original trainers sold me to this facility. Omegas like me are highly sought after, an omega who knows nothing but obedience. I passed my obedience and alpha care training faster than any other omega. I did not need to be broken in, like the newer omegas. As there was no learning curve for me. I did not need to be punished in order to follow my rules, they had been drilled into me my whole life. This is what I’m meant to do.

After I do my skin care, I and the other omegas line up at the bathroom door and are escorted by some guards to the dining hall. I eat some oatmeal and have some water and wait patiently for the guards to signal that breakfast is complete. After this I would usually be brought to training. Where we practice a variety of useful omegean skills.

Like being able to stay in a cage for hours on end; remaining in a room blindfolded with noise canceling headphones for as long as the trainers wish; learning the correct way to respond to an alpha; practicing pleasing an alpha sexually, learning all the correct positions and techniques; and not speaking unless I am allowed to do so. All very necessary in order to make an alpha happy and be a good omega for them.

But training is not on my schedule for today. I, and six other omegas, have completed our training and are scheduled to be auctioned off tonight. And, from what I understand, there will be some important alphas in attendance tonight. Tonight, all my training pays off, tonight I get what I’ve been working for my entire life. I get to belong to an alpha. And maybe, maybe if they like me enough, they might mate and mark me. To be pupped by an alpha is the highest honor an alpha can give to an omega. If everything goes to plan tonight, I can finally put all of my skills into practice and make myself useful!

On my auction day most of the day is spent in my room. I read some of the books I received as a reward for my obedience. Reading is pretty much the only thing the facility allows obedient omegas to do in their free time, which is rare to have. I am grateful to them for allowing me such a privilege and I always enjoy reading the books I’m allowed.

Around 5 pm I am escorted down a long hallway and to a door labeled ‘Dressing Room’. The guard opens the door and I walk in, with my head down in respect, inside the room are two trainers. This is where I will be dressed and prepared for my auction.

“Undress, omega, let us see what we have to work with.” One of the trainers' orders. I take off my shorts and tank top and neatly fold them, setting them on the table in front of me, as instructed. Panties are a privilege omegas are not entitled to. Our owner will decide what they deem is appropriate for us to wear underneath our clothes, if anything.

I stand still as the trainers take in my naked body and watch as they go to the racks of clothes and lingerie, deciding what will suit my body best.

“He’s definitely gonna bring in the highest auction tonight. We decided to put you on last, Izuku, we wanted to end this auction with a bang. The prettiest little omega that all the alphas out there have been waiting for. They can barely sit still,” The tallest and most muscular trainer says as he begins to dress me in the outfit they picked out, a dark green lace bodysuit that has sheer flower embroidery on it and shows off my thighs and butt perfectly. I look up into the mirror before me and see myself in the prettiest outfit I have ever been allowed. I feel tears come to my eyes as I look at myself. I want to remember how my future owner will first see me. Tonight is the night I will meet the alpha that I have been dreaming about my whole life, my owner.

“Look at him. Someone’s definitely gonna wreck him tonight.” The other, slimmer trainer says to the first trainer as she puts a touch of makeup on me. Just some mascara and lipgloss. “Those freckles of his are so precious.”

The trainers step back, motioning for me to spin and nod to each other.

“Perfe-” Before the muscular trainer can finish his thought, a siren blares. The emergency siren indicates someone has infiltrated the facility, an attack of some sort. This hasn’t happened before, not since I’ve been here. I start to panic and look at the two guards.

“Goddamnit. Ben probably set it off again,” The lady trainer says as she looks at the other trainer.

“He’s a fucking idiot.” he responds, and his attention turns to me, “Stay in here until we get back. You are not to move a single muscle while we’re gone. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes sir.” I say as they leave the dressing room.

And suddenly I’m alone. Of course something would go wrong on my auction day. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy for me. I should’ve expected something like this. I whine to myself as I wait for this mess to be over. My auction will probably be rescheduled for next week, there’s no way any of the buyers will stick around tonight if they expect a raid or attack, even if it is a false alarm.

I keep still, like the obedient omega I am. Patiently waiting for the trainers to return, I feel myself growing more anxious as time passes. The alarm keeps blaring then, suddenly, I hear an explosion and yelling over the alarm. My heart stops. I hadn’t, even for a second, expected this to be a real attack. An inconvenience at most, a mistake. But an attack? An attack is not something I had ever anticipated.

I look around the room, weighing my options. Eventually, I decide hiding is my best option. I go behind the clothing rack, sit in the corner and pull my knees to my chest as I try to make as little noise as possible. I have no idea what will happen after this. But I can’t think about that right now, I just have to stay safe. I have to stay hidden.

I’m not sure how much time has passed, I’m not sure when I can get out of here. Where would I even go? I don’t know where anything is. Eventually the alarm quiets down but I don’t move. I wait for the trainers to come and get me. I can hear people walking around, which I’m going to assume is a good sign. Maybe everything’s gonna be ok after all. Maybe it was just a false alarm and I was panicking over nothing.

Then, I hear voices, “Yeah, I’ll clear this hall! Shitty hair you take the northern one! I’ll radio if I find anybody.” The voice in the hall says. His voice is low and gravely, not a voice I’ve heard before. That’s not a good sign. None of this is. My life is over.

It’s only a matter of time until I’m discovered. This is one thing I was not trained for. This is the one thing I’ve never planned for. I’ll probably be held prisoner or sold to another alpha, which wouldn’t be so bad. But what if their intention is to hurt me or worse? Maybe it’s someone trying to get revenge on the facility- I need to stop. Spiraling like this won’t help. Right now, all I can do is hide and keep myself safe.

Then, the door of the dressing room opens and my breath hitches, they won’t see me. They won’t see me. They can’t see me. I hold my breath and close my eyes hoping they just skim over the room and do not notice me.

They stomp through the room and just when I think they’re gone I hear, “Riot, I’ve got another one.” It’s the gravelly voice from the hall. I cover my ears and shake my head as I feel it becoming harder to breathe. I force my eyes closed, he can’t be talking about me, he’s talking about someone else. I feel myself start to cry; this wasn’t how today was supposed to go.

Then I realize I can smell him giving off a calming scent, he’s definitely an alpha all right. His scent smells like smoke and caramel. I’m not used to being able to smell an alpha, all the trainers and guards here wear scent patches. And, somehow, I can feel myself actually start to breathe deeper again, his scent is actually calming me down, though I hate to admit it. I didn’t know an alphas scent could have such a strong effect on my omega.

I uncover my ears and finally open my eyes, crouching in front of me is a blonde haired, sweaty alpha wearing some sort of hero costume, he must be a pro hero. But that doesn’t make sense. Why would they attack the facility? They’re supposed to stop crime- Oh! He’s probably here to help with the attack that happened. Of course. That makes sense. I start to take deep breaths and look up at him. He’s just staring at me, I can smell worry on him.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” He says, in a voice far softer than the growl he had earlier, he stands up. I keep looking at him, somewhat skeptical given the current situation. Is he a pro or a villain or maybe someone disguised as a pro? Even though I’m not fully convinced, he is the alpha here and I must listen to him.

He puts his hand out to try and help me up and, against my better judgment, I take it. As I stand and see his eyes widen and a faint blush covers his cheeks. I look down, suddenly remembering the outfit I’m wearing and feeling self-conscious and exposed. He pulls off the black jacket with an orange X down the center of it and holds it out for me.

I look up at him, confused. “For you to… um, cover up a bit?” I stare at him and then at the jacket that reeks of him. It’s covered in soot and sweat but at the same time it looks comfortable? I’m not liking the way the omega side of me is reacting to him. I can’t accept this. More importantly, why has he offered it to me? It’s his jacke- my brain short circuits when I finally register that this alpha is now standing before me in a black tank top. A black tank top that hugs his very apparent abs and shows off his extremely muscular and mouth watering build.

“Are you gonna take it or just keep staring?” He questions, catching me stare at him. I take the jacket and pull it over the lingerie. It looks way bigger on me than it did on him. The sleeves are too long on me and it falls down to my mid thighs. So I am pretty much covered.

“I know this is all shocking. You probably have a lot of questions, but right now I need to get you out of here.” I look into his red eyes as he talks to me, taking in the alpha before me. He’s unlike any alpha I’ve ever seen or interacted with. He’s far bigger than any alpha I’ve ever seen. All the alpha trainers and guards here pale in comparison to the sheer domination his alpha seems to command.

He opens the door and I hear the ground crunch as his black boots step into the hall. I move to the doorway and see the floor is covered in broken glass and some pieces of the wall that have been broken, forming a huge hole in the side of the facility. Debris and rocks cake the floor before me and I look up at the alpha who sighs and looks back at me, clearly frustrated that I haven't followed him.

Before he can say anything, I motion to my bare feet, his eyes widen and he nods slightly in understanding. “Shit, right, I’m going to have to carry you out of here, is that okay?” He asks, looking at me, clearly trying to read whether I’ll have another panic attack over this or not. I nod.

He swoops me up into his arms, bridal style may I add, and pulls me close to his chest as he carries me. I find my anxiety decreasing and for the first time since the alarm went off I actually feel safe. Maybe it’s the alphas relaxing scent, maybe it’s the way he stood by me as I cried and soothed me with his scent, not touching me or pushing me, the way he asked for permission to touch me, as if he actually cares about what an omega wants. This is not how I thought alphas acted. Not at all. But something about this seems to soothe my inner omega as he walks out of the rubble and through the broken hole in the wall and to a parking lot full of omegas, ambulances, police, and other people I’m assuming are pro heroes.

I don’t see any of the trainers or guards. He sets me down on the pavement, and goes back inside the building, as he leaves, so does that feeling of calmness and safety. I am now hyperaware of the fact that I am surrounded by police officers yelling and pointing, omegas crying and seemingly happy, sirens blaring. It’s too much. It’s all too much. I can feel myself begin to breathe faster, heart rate increasing, the fear inside me growing.

An officer rushes me into an ambulance and tells me I’m safe now. That they can’t hurt me anymore. But that doesn’t give me any relief. Safe from what? I was safe! They are the ones taking me away from the facility, from my life, and not giving me any answers!

Is taking me away and leaving me in the dark their version of ‘saving’ me! Before I realize it’s happening, I begin to scream and fight the officer in the ambulance, trying to reach the handle and get out of here. The cop says something, screams something, he’s trying to calm me down, I cry and I feel him grab my arm tightly and try and force me back into submission, but I kick and scream and I bite him. I bit him. Another person grabs me from behind and I feel a sharp pain in my neck and everything goes black.

Here's the AO3 link for the full fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48611197/chapters/122617891

#ao3 #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x izuku #bakudeku #bakugo x kirishima #kiribaku #izuku x shoto #polyamory #smut #mha #a/b/o verse #alpha bakugou #omega izuku #alpha kirishima #beta todoroki #fluff and angst #hurt/comfort #gay men

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gojou-violin · 2 years

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K there’s something about omegaverse MHA that just makes me 💗💗 so bear with me for a moment. MHA manga 360+ spoilers ahead!

Shoto and Kacchan are very protective of you. It’s their job as your Alphas to protect, love, and cherish their omega, so how could they not give you everything? A bigger apartment for the three of you to share? Done. A custom size bed so that all three of you can fit comfortably? Done. Scenting as often as they can before missions because you worry so much about them? Done. Mating as often as they can because you’re irresistible? Done.

But they get busy and overwhelmed, too, sometimes. Work steaks then away for days at a time, they can come back from missions all bruised and bloodied, and they can bring some of their sadness and anger home with them— Which are all things you’re prepared to deal with; But what you never expected was that it would catch up to bite YOU in the ass.

They were gone for three days already. It was unbearable. No scenting, no holding, no mating, no kissing, no nothing. Just you in an empty apartment. Waiting. For them. And in the middle of the night on the fourth day, you felt hands on your body as you slept, convinced it was them, so it hardly bothered you… Until you were pulled from your bed and dragged out of the apartment, kicking and screaming and calling out for your Alphas.

The two of them had never been so anxious in their lives, and everyone around them could see it. The second they saw you in Shigaraki’s hold, a hand around your neck, one finger away from sudden death, something snapped within them. Their omega……. How could anyone take what was theirs? How could anyone threaten to destroy such a precious thing? How could anyone expect to live after scaring you like that? They were livid. Bakugo nearly lunged then and there to try to grab you and rip Shigaraki’s head off, and, surprisingly, Shoto nearly joined him, until Aizawa stopped them both to warn them against it.

The two of them are inconsolable. They fight against Aizawa, protesting his warnings, trying to push past while growling because this Alpha instincts are boiling up inside of them to the point that they see red. Bakugo's so hotheaded normally, it's impossible for him to see any kind of reason when he's like this. But Aizawa's right. If they did anything while you were up there in Shigaraki's grip, you'd be dead before they could get to you.

Bakugo tugs at his hair furiously. "Shoto-- Do... Do... something..." He's trying so hard to hold himself back, but they can both smell how terrified you are, even from where they're standing so far away. "The smell-- Shoto-- Do-- Do something!"

"You can't," Aizawa tries to remind them calmly.

But Shigaraki doesn’t think that’s too fun. No, no, no. Run at him! Full power! And if they won’t do it, he’ll force their hands. So with a smirk, he drops you off the roof of the building he’s standing on.

Bakugo and Shoto move as one. They speed at you as fast as they can, Bakugo flying through the air, Shoto skating on the ice he can barely force under his feet in time to keep up with his desperation. Still, he’s the one who managers to catch you. While you’re screaming and falling, he’s the one who thinks to use his Quirk to put a slide under you at the last second. Sure, it still hurts when your ass lands on the ice, but it’s better than having them lose you.

Bakugo doesn’t waste a second before turning around to take his shot at Shigaraki once he knows you’re safe with Shoto. Everyone knows it’s stupid. Hell, Shoto’s shrieking, “Baku— No!” while you’re in his arms, passed out, your breath shallow.

Shigaraki got what he wanted.

Bakugo.

A hero.

A victim.

Kacchan fights to the best of his ability for as long as he can, using his anger to fuel him just like always, but it's stronger now that his Alpha instincts have kicked in. Someone tried to hurt you, his omega. No one would ever hurt you. Ever. He made that promise a long time ago when he first scented you while you were hiding in his arms, telling him that you were ready. Shigaraki had to die. If not for all of his past crimes, then for this alone.

You aren't awake to see it. Bakugo and Shoto are both thankful for that in the moment. You don't see the way Shigaraki smirks oh-so-wickedly as he lands the finishing blow. You don't see the way Bakugo's body flies back through the air and lands on the ground with a loud thud. You don't hear the cry that comes from Shoto. You don't feel the way he puts you on his back so that he can carry you over while he goes to check on Kacchan. You don't see your Alpha's bloodied body. You don't see how everyone else immediately jumps into action. You don't hear Shoto as he tries his very best to get Bakugo to wake up while he's sobbing.

When you do wake up, it's over-- It's been over for a bit. The conclusion doesn't matter to you so much as your Alphas' safety, which is the first thing on your mind as you race out of bed, despite your aching head, and you run out of the room to find your back in your large apartment, like it was all just a bad dream. But was it? No. You wish it would have been a bad dream. Everyone wishes that it was just a dream... Because Shoto's standing there, bandages over his hands and right eye, dark circles under his eye to show that he hadn't been sleeping, wearing casual clothes to let you know that he wasn't expecting to be called away to work any time soon.

"Where's Kacchan?" you question quietly.

Shoto has to catch you in his arms again when he takes you to see Bakugo's body. The Alpha in him is in excruciating pain when he hears you cry out Kacchan's name. The pheromones radiating off of you are even worse than when you were so scared the other day-- Shoto feels like the only way he can console you now is by holding you as you cry while he tries to use his own scent to make you feel better. It hardly works.

The only thing that makes you feel better is tucking yourself up next to Bakugo's body, like a sad puppy that sits at the foot of their owner's bed when they're sick. He isn't warm. That's the first thing you notice. Even though they've been keeping him in a freezer in the morgue until they can decide what to do with him, you knew that if he were alive, he would have still been warm due to his Quirk, and he would have kept you warm, too.

"They've been in there for days, Todoroki," Ida whispers. "You have to take them home."

But Shoto's already tried. He can't get you to leave the morgue unless it's for an hour or so to eat lunch and dinner every day. Other than that, you're always tucked up against Kacchan, whimpering like sad omegas do, nuzzling him with your nose like it would get him to move magically. Shoto doesn't know what to do. He keeps you warm the best he can; But he can't get you to go home where you should be.

They have to drag you out.

Ida does it because Shoto can't bear to do it. He picks you up off the table, with Shoto's permission, of course, and he starts to carry you out, which is when you realize what's happening, so you fight back, scrambling to get out of the Pro-Hero's arms while whimpering and calling out for your Kacchan. Shoto feels like he's being stabbed again and again every time you whine. The Alpha in him is screaming to give you everything you want because you deserve the whole world, but they just can't let this continue anymore. You have to move on. You have to go home. They need to finally put Bakugo to rest.

At home, you're just as bad. You start to get a fever-- Not from being in the morgue for so long, but because of withdrawals. Neither you nor Shoto really know what's happening before it's too late because neither of you had to ever even think of dealing with this before. The fever hits first, and then the loss of appetite (which Shoto just tries to attribute to you missing Bakugo), then the shivering, then the clawing, crying, insomnia, nightmares, etc. Shoto only figures out what's really happening when you fall out of bed one afternoon, trying to crawl your way out of the room to go find him, and he finds you on the floor, sobbing, clawing at the scent glands on the right side of your neck, complaining that it hurts so bad you can't breathe.

"Sho... Sho, help me," you plead. "It hurts, Sho--" You're panting desperately. "It hurts so bad!"

He pries your hands away from you and hugs you tight. "It's okay," he coos. "It'll be okay. It just hurts 'cause he hasn't scented you in so long."

You cry harder. "It hurts--"

He still tries to shush you to get you to calm down the best you can, but it's no use. Bakugo always had the stronger pheromones between the two Alphas. He scented you first all those years ago, biting down and claiming your right side as his, and he'd made sure to nip at that same spot every time since then. But now you felt like you were dying without him there, and the omega inside you was in agony without his Alpha presence on and in you at all times.

Shoto tries to fix it by scenting your left side to make up for the loss. It helps just enough to get you to stop crying and scratching at your own skin, but it isn't enough to mask the lack of Bakugo on your right. You want your Kacchan. You miss your Kacchan. You can't live without him... There's nothing Shoto can do about that...

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 1 year

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A short NSFW Drabble of one of the two Pro Heroes having a breeding kink and wanting pups with Tsubasa, please?

((Hello anon, hope your doing alright. I think I might have something for you so just give me a moment please. <3))

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Tsubasa was biting down on his pillow, feeling his ass jiggling while taking in Shoto's thick cock. He was whining feeling him pounding and breeding him when trying to get him pregnant with his pups. So far both he and Bakugo was trying to do that even if they over stuffed his hole.

"E..easy take it easy! i'm still able to ..h..help you both-Mffhh!!" He feels another smack to his ass while Shoto forces his hips up to slam down as he was twitching. Even if he didn't want to hurt him, he was so hungry to breed Tsubasa but even now he felt so dazed he couldn’t think anymore but of the numbing pleasure through his body.

“Hurry up. I want to fill him up next. We have to make sure he gets heavily pregnant with our pups.” He looks seeing Shoto panting still bucking his hips down making Tsubasa take in more.

“I know that..but it’s my turn. You already been rough with him so I want a turn. We both know he will be able to bare pups but it depends on who.” He panted but snaps his hips to hear Tsubasa cry out drooling with tears showing in his eyes. He came again even from that but shook as Shoto pulls his hips up still going.

“Ahh ahhhh s..so much! G..getting fun! Getting so full!” He moans loving this rough treatment but Bakugo growls to gently sit Tsubasa up but gently kisses him. The kiss was hot but he only shook as Shoto still kept pounding wanting him to get every drop when he came.

“Don’t worry Tsubasa. You’ll get plenty from us. Just relax and take every bit.” He whispered still going that Tsubasa shook from the feeling only growing weaker and wetter. These two were going to breed him till he’s a mess.

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Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind

Alpha!Shoto x Omega!Reader

➤ Part 2 to this fic - Shoto has no memory of what happened, or what he did (u can find request in part 1 comments)

Warning ⚠️: injury talk

»»——⍟——««A/n: I feel like Todoroki is OOC here…. The title sucks and I feel like the fic sucks. Why am I posting it? Who knows 😭😭but ig maybe yall will like it

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You spend the rest of the night there with Todoroki. When he's asleep, you manage to slip away to put the groceries away and clean up the blood from his face and hands. By the morning, he's still out cold. You call his agency to tell them he won't be in and start making breakfast, preparing to wake him.

You walk to the couch and kneel down next to Shoto, putting your hand on his shoulder and shaking him a bit. "Sho. Sho, wake up," you say gently.

He groans, his eyes opening and chest rising as he takes a deep breath. Shoto tries to turn his head and look at you, but the second he moves, you can see the slight flitch in his face, his hand rising to his shoulder, feeling the bandage over his scent gland.

"What happened?"

"Your scent glands got infected. Do you remember yesterday at all? Or how it may have happened?"

Shoto groans. "That's the last time I use that stupid detergent from Kaminari."

"What?" you laugh.

"There was a... incident after a fight, involving some weirdly constructed slime, some dirt, and flower,” he mumbles. “Anyway, long story short, I had to wash my suit at the office, and Kaminari offered a special mix of detergent he uses. Considering his "special mix" of slime was part of how I got into that situation, it was a poor decision on my part. Must’ve had a reaction.”

You can't help but snicker a little. "Oh, Shoto." You shake your head and stand. "Come on, I made breakfast. Let's go to our room."

Shoto spends the day recovering in bed. While he's taking a nap, you begin washing the dishes from breakfast. In your own world you don't hear him walking up behind you. "Hey, Love," he says, resting his hand around your waist and leaning on your back, a normal action for him. Before you can respond, though, you feel the slight surge of pain jolt through you, him unknowingly touching the bruise on your back, making you jolt away from him.

You try to play it off, turning around and smiling at him. "Hey, how are you feeling?" You lean up to give him a kiss, but he backs away, a frown on his face.

"What was that? Are you ok?"

You turn around, shrugging like it's nothing. "Yeah. I'm fine." Shoto stands behind you, watching you closely. He raises his hand, gently touching you again. You don't react as much, but he notices how your body tightens up a little. "Y/n-"

"Shoto, I'm fine-" you begin, turning around to face him again, and as you do, you hit a glass off the counter, it shattering on the floor. "Oh, sorry!" you say, putting your hand out so he doesn't get cut.

"Y/n, be careful!" Shoto says, reaching out his hand to help you over it. You take his hand, stepping over the glass and grabbing the broom.

You and Shoto being cleaning, you'd like to believe it really was an accident and not a subconscious way to distract Shoto from your reaction. You knew he'd feel crushed if he saw the -still fresh and red- marks all over you, and you know he doesn't remember, so you decide to move on and not mention it to him until they're a bit more healed.

Three days later, Shoto is feeling better and heading back to his agency. In the area you work for, your schedule is one week on, and one week off, but the week off is set as only on-call, this's your on-call week.

You end up getting a call around two o'clock, and by the time you're done, you're tired and sore, especially where the claw and teeth marks are, your hero suit having been rubbing against them for hours. When you get home, you shrug off the top of your hero suit, figuring Shoto isn't home yet from the fight you heard he was in earlier in the day.

You stop at the counter in the kitchen, wanting to make a quick snack that you can take with you to the bedroom. You hear shuffling in the hallway, and then a voice. "Y/n." You turn around and smile.

"Oh! Hi, Shoto," you smile. You can make out his figure in the darkness, and you're hoping he can't see you clearly with only the light you turned on over the sink.

You know if he sees you, you'll be busted. You have a tank top on, but it doesn't hide what's on your shoulder.

"Hey! I was just making a snack," you say, turning around and reaching to grab your plate and turn the light off. When you turn back, he's only a few feet from you, and he stops with only inches between you. He takes one hand, taking the plate out of your hand, and at the same time reaching behind you and flicking the light back on. You can only look up at him, as his eyes focus on your shoulder and his hand slowly sets down your plate. "Y/n," he asks lowly.

"Yeah?"

"Who did this to you?"

"Sho, it's nothing," you say, trying to turn and walk away, but getting caught by his hand instinctively flying out, catching your side and again, making you flinch.

Shoto makes a face, his hand dropping away from you. "Let me see."

"Shoto-"

"Let. Me. See." You sigh in defeat, turning around and lifting your shirt. "Are those claw marks, Y/n?" The color in his eyes darkens, the color of an alpha coming out, the telling sign of anger levels rising.

"Yes, but they're not even that deep-"

"Who. Did. This."

You couldn't look at him, you didn't know what to say, how to say they were his claw marks. "They aren't that bad, Sho, it's fine."

"You're bleeding Y/n! How could you say that!"

"It's only sometimes, they're healing. How'd you know?"

"There's been blood on your shirts. It's small, not super noticeable, but not to mention every time I'd get too close or touch a certain spot you flinch. How did it Y/n? These are claw marks, deep claw marks. And a bite, that's frankly too close to your mating mark for my taste. And I know it is not from a fight, that no part of this is from a fight. What happened Y/n?"

You look down at your hands. "You did. Um, you were pretty out of it when Recovery Girl came over. So, to make sure you didn't attack her and stay still, I had you lean over me. You're body reacted automatically, it's really no big deal, Sho." You look up at him, and part of you wishes you hadn't. The anger and darkness in his eyes were replaced with hurt and sadness.

"Y/n, you- why didn't you tell me?" his voice sounds so small, so broken and it nearly breaks you.

"Cause, I knew you would beat yourself up. It's really not that bad."

"Y/n, it could get infected. Why aren't you treating them?" Shoto takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom, making you sit and take your shirt off.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," you say as he starts treating the marks on your back.

"It's alright Y/n, just please don't do this again. You need to tell me next time. Accident or not. I thought you were attacked."

You sigh again. Shoto coming around and looking at your face, his eyes meeting yours, his hand tenderly caressing your cheek as he places a kiss on your lips. "I'm sorry, Love. And I promise I'll make this up to you."

"There's really no need. I told you, I'm fine."

No, Y/n. You're my omega and I left marks on you. Lasting marks. I will make this up for you. Promise."

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the-bluerecluse · 1 year

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Health Class

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

Summary: Izuku Midoriya has entered UA High in the hero course. The school has a health class that teaches all about the intricacies of secondary genders, and it gets him thinking about his status as an omega and what it means for him, and how it affects his relationships.

Intro to my OmegaDekuBowl series

SFW Angst/Fluff

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

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

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“Come along, quickly now, we are to be in health class in 5 minutes!” An Alpha, Tenya Iida, gently ushered his friends down the hall: a brown-haired beta, Uraraka, and the green-haired omega, Midoriya.

Midoriya, the omega. The only omega to make it into the UA hero course that year and only the second one in the entire UA hero program, with the other one being Tamaki Amijiki in year three.

An omega trying to be a hero, to many, was laughable. Their society had come a long way in breaking down stereotypes and gender roles for secondary gender, but it was by no means perfect.

And, as one can imagine, growing up both omega AND quirkless? To say it was hard would be an understatement. Only about 20% of the population was quirkless, but most of that number were older people as the amount of children being born with quirks was always increasing. On top of that, only about 11% of the population was omega, with omegas becoming rarer and rarer. For Midoriya to be unlucky enough to be born both? Less than 2%.

But he persevered. And there he was, Izuku Midoriya, a 1st year hero course UA student.

UA so far had been insane, Midoriya thought to himself. They’d already been attacked by villains in what had been dubbed the USJ incident. Highschool itself was already challenging, add on hero classes, villain attacks, and being an omega, and you had a recipe for one headache of a year.

At least he could take a moment to breathe in his normal classes.

“I believe we’ll be starting the A/B/O section today.” Iida commented as they walked.

“ABO?” Midoriya questioned. That was new. So far it had been a normal health class like he had had in middle school.

“It stands for Alpha Beta Omega, it’s a section to teach students about their secondary genders.”

“That’s good, cause we don’t really learn that stuff anywhere in middle school.” Uraraka added. “In fact, I think you’re the first omega I’ve ever met, Deku.”

“U-Uraraka, that was very rude!” Iida sputtered indignantly.

Midoriya put his hands up in a placating gesture. “It’s alright, Iida, really.” He let his arms dangle back to his sides as they continued walking to their class. “I haven’t taken a class about this kinda thing, either. Being an omega hasn’t been… easy, but it’s something about myself I need to understand.”

“I commend your commitment to learning, Midoriya! That’s exactly what this class should be about.” Iida chopped his hands in the air as they entered the class. They took their seats and settled as Present Mic made his grand entrance.

“You young listeners are finally getting educated on A/B/O studies, AKA, your secondary genders! People are pushing to get you kids to learn this stuff younger, but we’re stuck only teaching you this stuff when your secondary genders just start acting up, high school! Scents, pack instincts, ruts and heats, we’ll learn it all. So don’t miss it, yeah!” Their teacher pulled a pose and some students sighed as they all took out notebooks and writing utensils.

Midoriya cringed at some of what Present Mic was saying. They were gonna talk about heats?

Let’s just hope that isn’t today.

“Let’s do the basics, today, so you better take notes, ya dig?” Present Mic pointed at a few notes on the board and the class began.

…

Midoriya looked over his notes as the class came to a close. As Present Mic said, they went over the basics, like what the secondary genders were and what roles they played, historically, in packs.

He had felt particularly uncomfortable as Present Mic described the fact that omegas used to be expected to carry the children of multiple alphas over their lifetime. Packs used to be solely for mating purposes, however, now, packs didn’t have to be sexual. Apparently, they didn’t even have to be romantic, though that was the norm. They didn’t have to have any breeding or intimate contact at all.

‘Don’t have to be sexual, huh?’ He had never thought about it that way. He had decided a while ago to never join a pack because he had no interest in bearing children, but if they don't have to involve children, maybe one day he could be in a pack…

No. Midoriya shook his head. ‘For now, I have a goal. If I’m gonna be number one, then nothing should distract me. I don’t even have time to think about packs right now. Just cause I’m an omega doesn’t mean I have to be in a pack. I’m going to be my own hero. I’m going to be an independent omega and the number one hero!’

…

Midoriya was on his way to health class by himself today. Usually he was with Uraraka and Iida, sometimes Todoroki, too. Today he had lagged behind with a quick trip to the restroom, leaving him by himself as he walked the hall.

It allowed him to lose himself in his thoughts, though, without anyone to ground him. He couldn’t help but think about the recent incident with Stain. That villain was haunting his thoughts and he couldn’t get them out.

“Hey, Midoriya!” A familiarly smug voice called.

The omega turned to see Monoma and a few from class B. Their class was nearby so they were probably going there as a group. One beta, Awase, and two alphas, Kendo and… Monoma.

“You’ve been flaunting yourself pretty well, huh? Well, don’t think I haven’t noticed!”

Midoriya couldn’t help his total and utter confusion. Flaunting? What was he talking about?

“Monoma, don’t start.” Kendo growled.

“Anyone with eyes can see you’ve got your class wrapped around your little finger. Don’t think that just ‘cause you’re an omega that you can charm your way to the top!”

Midoriya flinched and slapped his hands across his neck scent glands. He could feel the telltale signs of tears beginning to well up but managed to keep them at bay. His inner omega was saying ‘Run!’ but years of getting used to bullying was saying ‘Stay calm!’ Both were at war in his head as his breathing quickened.

“I thought you Class A jerks were supposed to be better than us, but of course one of you had to be a flirty little omega, huh? This is just one reason why omegas shouldn’t be in the hero program!” Monoma burst out into terrifying laughter before receiving a hefty blow to the head, courtesy of Kendo.

“I’m so sorry about him.” Kendo bowed and grabbed Monoma by the scruff of his neck.

“Yeah, sorry, Midoriya.” Awase apologized, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine.” Midoriya forced out, a little more high-pitched than usual, before running to his next class.

A flirt? Charming his way to the top? Was he letting out too much scent? Did… did people really think he was trying to attract people?

Maybe I should start wearing a collar. He thought to himself.

The omega paused once he arrived outside the classroom and took a breath, trying to keep the tears away. He slowly took his hands from his scent glands and walked in, putting on his best everything-is-okay smile.

He sat down right in the nick of time, with Present Mic filing in shortly after. He caught a curious glance from Todoroki and a worried one from Iida, but class was starting so they couldn’t confront him about it.

“Now listen up, little listeners, you’re teens working to be heroes, let’s not act like little kids about this, kay? This is just biology we all need to know. So don’t make it weird.”

That wasn’t a good start to a class. Midoriya had little time to prepare himself before Present Mic wrote the dreaded words on the board.

“Time to talk about heats and ruts!”

He wanted to sink into oblivion right there and then.

Their teacher wrote a few bullet points on the board. “Heats and ruts are cycles that typically happen three to four times a year. When you're young, they’re usually inconsistent and can be pretty debilitating the first couple of times before your body gets used to your hormonal changes. This is the body becoming fertile and ready for a mate.”

Midoriya felt his entire face go red as he focused on scribbling down his notes.

“Alphas have ruts and omegas have heats. Ruts are known to be significantly less debilitating and obstructive than heats as they only last two days as opposed to a heat which lasts about a week. Ruts will increase an alpha’s aggression, territorial behavior, anxiety, and susceptibility to a feral state. Just like heats, they will also increase the body’s temperature to an often uncomfortable degree.”

Midoriya, though very uncomfortable, was grateful for this class, as he was learning new things he would be even more uncomfortable looking up online. Of all the ways to learn, class had the least chance of seeing accidental breeding porn.

“As for heats, they typically have a longer period between cycles than ruts, though not by much. There is also a period known as pre-heat where an omega will present ‘motherly’ behavior such as coddling, cleaning, and cooking for pack mates and loved ones, and will typically crave plenty of physical contact. Once the heat starts, as you can imagine, they get really hot and start letting out heat pheromones, meant to tell alphas and betas they're ready for mating. They will have aching, abdominal cramping, high slick production, increased sensitivity, headaches, and will require much more water and food than normal. During peak heat, usually lasting only twelve hours, they will enter a semi-conscious state with little ability to sense their surroundings or move their body.”

Midoriya felt like he was going to die right then and there. It was bad enough to talk about this in class, but the worst part was he was the only omega. And everyone knew it.

Not only that, but he did not know about some of those side effects. Now he was even more nervous about his first heat which had yet to happen.

“An alpha or omega’s first cycle will happen in middle school, though there have been some who presented as late as high school. During heats omega students are sent home to keep them safe. This is mandatory. However, since ruts are shorter and tend to be more manageable, it’s up to the student and their family if they wanna attend classes in person or stay home. Either way, since you all have internet connections, anyone can attend class remotely so you won’t have to worry about falling behind. For an omega’s peak heat, when they’re in that semi-conscious state we talked about earlier, they’re fully excused from classes.”

This was good information, Midoriya hummed in thought. When he did eventually get his heat, he’d be able to home and stay there for the week. He wouldn’t have to worry about attending class.

“Now, remember, this is extremely important, little listeners! No one can consent in a rut or heat, understand? Not unless it’s stated explicitly beforehand. Not that any of you should even be thinking about that kinda thing at this age!”

Present Mic grabbed a large stack of papers and handed 5 to the front of each row, letting them take one and hand the rest back.

“These are a collection of peer-reviewed studies on the dangers of young mating. You’re each gonna write me a short essay summarizing them and explaining why no one should be mating at a young age. I think you kids can pick up the message we’re putting down here.”

There were a few sighs and eyerolls but they all complied. Midoriya was just grateful to stop talking about heats.

…

Nothing was heard aside from the scratching of pencil on paper as students rushed to finish their mini-essays before the bell, lest they take them home and work on them there. Midoriya, however, had already finished, and was thinking to himself as his paper and pencil were set aside.

He couldn’t get Monoma’s words out of his head.

Flirty. Charm. Flaunting.

“This is just one reason why omegas shouldn’t be in the hero program!”

He… he said he had his class wrapped around his finger? Because of his gender? That couldn’t be true.

They wouldn’t like him just because he’s an omega… would they?

The more he thought, the more distressed he grew. He had noticed a few alphas and some of the betas being kind of protective of him. He had assumed it was because he injured himself so regularly.

Momo, Satou, and Ojiro had made him food in the past. It never occurred to him that maybe they only did that to… take care of the omega.

It left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't want it to. He enjoyed their gifts and… maybe even their attention. He felt happy with a sense of belonging.

It just felt different with Monoma’s words ringing in his head.

Speaking of ringing, there was the bell.

“Hey, Deku, are you alright?” Uraraka was at his desk in an instant.

“Midoriya, are you feeling well?” Iida was there too.

“Do you need anything?” Even Todoroki was there. What?

Oh. They probably smelled some distress pheromones when he first entered.

“O-Oh, I’m fine. I was just, um… talking with Monoma.”

There was a pulse of alpha pheromones off Todoroki and Iida.

“Did Monoma say something to upset you?” There was a nerve-wracking sternness in Iida’s voice.

“No! I-I mean… yes! Well, uh, a little?”

“I’ll have a word with him.”

They were being protective of him, like he was their omega.

But he was no one’s omega. He wasn’t going to use his gender to charm people or get ahead. He was going to do things on his own!

“Guys, i-it’s fine. Let’s just drop it.” Midoriya stood up and gathered his things. Suddenly, he wanted to be alone.

…

This A/B/O section of health class was stretching on pretty long. They were now in dorms, living on campus pretty much all the time, and Midoriya had had a pretty intense but necessary fight with his longtime rival turned… friend? Kacchan.

There’s just a lot of stuff to cover I guess.

Class 1a’s sole omega was just leaving health class, surrounded by a group composed of Todoroki, Bakugou, Iida, and Uraraka. The class had been covering courting: What it meant historically, but also what it looked like in modern day. It had Midoriya reeling, because, well…

His friends had been courting him.

The way they made food for him, or offered to do his laundry, or even gave physical gifts… They were courting the omega.

At the beginning of the year, it would’ve hurt him, to be seen as just his gender, again.

But now he was starting to understand… his gender didn’t matter, at least, not to them.

His relationship with his secondary gender was always going to be complicated… But, the least he could do is try to enjoy life and the people around him, despite what others might say.

Bakugou was really close to him as they walked back to the dorms. Chatter picked up between Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka as usual, but Todoroki and Bakugou stayed quiet, also as usual.

Ever since the fight at ground beta, Bakugou had been… kind of friendly with him. If Midoriya didn’t know any better, he’d even say Kacchan was being possessive of him.

But that’d be crazy. Right?

A few others from the class had arrived before they did and they seemed excited about something.

Kaminari and Kirishima were huddled around the tv while Mina was in the kitchen rummaging through the cabinets.

“What are you extras up to?” Bakugou asked. He left the group that had seemed to form to approach what some had dubbed “The Bakusquad”, much to Bakugou’s irritation.

“Bakubro, hey!” Kirishima looked up from his huddle at the tv whilst Kaminari continued to fiddle with something.

“Hey, Blasty!” Mina greeted and turned to the nearby omega. “Hey, Mido! We were thinking that since we’re all in the dorms, let’s have a tradition. Friday movie night! We don’t have class tomorrow so we can all stay up together eating popcorn and junk!”

“Sounds awful.” Bakugou groused.

“Sounds great!” Midoriya said at the same time.

Mina squealed and hopped on her toes before turning to the two at the tv. “He said yes! We’re a go!”

Kaminari and Kirishima cheered and pumped their fists in the air.

Bakugou cocked an eyebrow and huffed. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Yes, a movie night sounds like a great idea for us all to become closer. Though we should all still retire to our rooms by curfew!” Iida said, chopping his hands in the air.

“Yeah, curfew, sure, class prez.” Mina scoffed. “Hey, Mido, you wanna pick what movie we watch first?”

The greenette blinked. “Eh? Me?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Um… well.”

“You wanna watch an All Might movie, don’t you?” Bakugou sneered.

Midoriya ducked his head.

“We can watch an All Might movie, Mido, no prob.” Mina assured him. “As long as we can find it on some streaming service. Between me, Kami, and Kiri, we have 4 streaming services. Kami’s getting the hdmi set up so we can connect the screen to our laptops.”

Midoriya smiled brightly. “So… would you wanna watch All Might Vs SuperTron? It’s based off a large battle from All Might’s Silver Age not many know about. It takes some creative liberties but it really pays off!”

“Yeah, sure. Sounds fun!” Mina playfully ruffled Midoriya’s hair. The greenette recoiled and giggled at the gesture. In response to the adorable display, she bit her lip and squealed. “You’re so cute!” She turned and ran to the two at the tv. “Guys, we’re looking for an All Might movie with a super robot, I think?”

“You guys gonna watch the movie, too?” Midoriya looked to his group of friends with a hopeful smile.

“Of course, sounds fun!” Uraraka said.

“Sure.” Todoroki agreed.

“I will send a group text to invite the rest of our class as well.” Iida announced.

“Great!” Midoriya was absolutely beaming. This was perfect. Some time with his friends was just what he needed.

…

For the first ever Friday movie night of the dorms, everyone in the class attended, even Bakugou, who seemed to be tolerating it more than anything. Midoriya grabbed one of the three bowls of popcorn the class had made and approached the living area.

The couch was taken up with Bakugou, Iida, Todoroki, and Kirishima, with one spot left open between the redhead and the blonde. Many students had gone to their rooms to bring down various pillows and blankets, making a sort of palette for people to lay and sit on.

“C’mon, Midobro, we saved you a spot!” Kirishima called.

“No, Deku, sit next to us!” Uraraka called from her spot on the floor. The girls were sat together forming a sort of semicircle with space in the middle.

“There’s room for you here, ribbit.” Tsu added.

“We snagged some candies from downtown. Sit over here.” Sero shook a box of candies in the air and gestured for Midoriya to join him and Kaminari.

“Uh, um… I guess I'll, uh….” The omega stammered, not wanting to turn anyone down.

“Oi, Deku. Get your ass over here and watch the damn movie.”

“Sure, Kacchan.” Midoriya quickly sat next to him without thinking. There were a few disappointed sighs from other students but he ignored them.

“Alright guys, Midoriya’s picked first. All Might versus Supertron!” Mina announced and hit ‘play’ on the laptop connected to the screen.

The movie started and Midoriya was smiling so hard he felt his cheeks hurt. He leaned to the side and let out a satisfied sigh, not noticing it was Bakugou he had leaned into. The alpha looked down at him as his expression softened just the slightest bit before turning his attention back to the movie.

In the middle of the movie, Momo and Iida got up to cook stew for dinner, so by the time it ended, it was ready.

Midoriya started to get up to go get him a bowl but Kirishima stopped him. “Don’t worry, bud, I’ll get you some.” He said and left for the kitchen.

“Okay, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No worries!”

“Deku, that movie was great!” Uraraka shouted.

“Yeah, so cool. The actor playing All Might was super cute, too.” Mina agreed.

“Those special effects on Supertron were killer!” Kaminari said.

“Really? You guys liked it?”

“Yeah!” Multiple students responded. Midoriya was absolutely beaming.

“I’m so glad you like it! It’s one of my favorite All Might movies. It’s definitely my favorite from the Silver Age, and this actor is one of the better All Might actors I’ve seen, probably the best at portraying his fearlessness and kindness. My favorite part would probably have to be-” Midoriya rambled excitedly about the movie and most of his class just sat back and listened, smiling at his excitement.

Eventually Kirishima came back with three bowls. One for him, one for Bakugou, and one for Midoriya.

“Thanks, Kirishima!”

“Whatever, Shitty Hair.”

The two took their bowls and utensils and began eating.

“Oh, wow. This is great. Iida, Jirou, you did a great job!” Midoriya said. The two classmates in question smiled and thanked him for the compliment.

Eventually everyone was sat in the living area and eating stew whilst chatting amongst themselves.

As people began to finish and take their bowls back to the kitchen, Bakugou headed up to his room for an early turn in, as was common for him.

With Bakugou gone, the girls finally convinced Midoriya to join them on the floor, though Todoroki and Iida didn’t seem too happy about it.

“We’re putting on a Pack-Together story, guys. It's a good one, trust me.” Mina announced as she cued up the next movie: ‘Betas Together.’ She quickly took back her seat among the girls next to Midoriya and threw an arm around him. “This’ll be great.”

“You’re gonna love it, Deku.” Uraraka said, sitting on the opposite side of Mina.

“It should be greatly enjoyable for all of us.” Momo agreed as she gently held on to his arm opposite the side Mina was attached to.

Midoriya felt his heart swell at the affection and his inner omega burst with joy.

Throughout the movie, occasionally a friend would reach out to him, subtly beckoning him towards them. He’d end up drifting between people, almost passed around. He went from the center of the girls’ group, to sitting between Sero and Kaminari, to Tokoyami and Shoji, to Koda, and back to the couch with Todoroki, Iida, and Kirishima.

Midoriya was elated and his inner omega agreed. This felt right. This was where he was meant to be. Beside people who… cared about him.

Is this what a pack’s like? Being surrounded by people who love you and want you around? People with similar goals and ambitions? People who care about your interests and what you have to say?

When I was young I thought packs were just for having kids. I guess because that’s what’s on tv, but like Present Mic was saying in class, anything can be a pack. It’s just a group of any genders who decide they want to be together.

Maybe… no, not now. One day, though, one day… Maybe I’ll be in a pack after all.

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