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yesitsmewhataboutit · 1 month

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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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thehusbandoden · 1 month

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M'love -Alpha Mate!Todoroki Shoto x Female!Omega Reader

A/n: I haven't written for my beloved Shoto in so long haha

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Genre: fluff/reverse comfort \\ wc: 312 \\ female omega reader \\ posted: 03/25/24

You and Shoto became mates right after high school. You were both broke and didn’t have the means to get your own place. The burning need to be close to one another stopped you from living separately, so you moved into Shoto’s family home. It was awkward, and constantly toxic, but it was the best you could currently do.

You walk into the Japanese style house, taking your shoes off at the doorway. You stumble into the room you share with your beloved alpha, Shoto. He was laying in bed, asleep. You take your hero gear off before pulling on one of his t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants.

You sigh, inhaling the familiar scent of your alpha. You relaxed further, crawling into bed. He shifts, instinctually pulling you to his chest. You giggle softly, purring at the way his face pressed against your neck. You felt like you were in heaven.

Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes found yours as he slowly woke up. You smile, pressing your cheek against his. “Did I wake you?” You whisper. Shoto sleepily nodded, pulling himself up to lay his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you.

You frown slightly, Shoto usually leaned on you like this when he needed comfort, opting to pull you onto his chest most of the time.

“Is everything alright?” You purr into his ear. His brows relax as he hears your soothing purrs.

“Just my father...” he murmured.

“What happened this time? Do you want to talk about it?” You kiss his forehead gently, lightly scenting him to help him relax.

“He was just complaining about you again, m’love. Don’t worry about it though, his opinion doesn’t matter to me.” He looks up at you like you hung the moon, his warm hand finding your cheek. You lean into his touch, purring.

“Love you.” You murmur, petting his hair soothingly. He smiles up at you, blessing you with the rare sight of his smile.

“I love you more.”

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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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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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SFW BNHA fanfics x male reader

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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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my-omegaverse-academia · 9 months

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this was originally an ask i sent to @animeomegas but it got long and i couldn't help myself to post it here!

MHA Omegas and their Future Families

personally, i think omega bakugou is a boy dad and they love him so much. katsuki's never really cared about the gender of his kids, but the boys are so much like him that he's able to be the best father he can be.

omega kirishima however, is a girl dad. he's having a squad of like five daughters and he loves them all! he's totally fine with making them manly women, showing the virtues of being a girl and a feminist like he totally is.

omega deku has one of each i think. boy then girl. they're separated a bit, as to not impact his career too much, but he loves both of them, even though people spread rumors on how he had two quirkless children, which makes him go into protective omega instincts.

omega denki has a couple of kids and one of them comes out as nonbinary and he's so supportive! he's such a cool dad and he tries to give them the absolute best in regards of gender affirming care and whatnot. and he's shocking every transphobe.

omega iida gives off having several girls, but desperately wanting a little boy like himself and it doesn't happen until his three girls are like teenaged and he's about to hit menopause. he's all but given up hope and then he gets pregnant with a little boy and retires. he still loves his girls, but he doesn't know how to connect to them as well as his son.

omega tamaki gives off having one girl, then a boy. i can't see him having more than two pregnancies, as he values his career. also having so many kids puts attention onto him and he doesn't think he can be a good enough parent to so many children.

omega mirio and you are having a ton of children. he's pregnant like every three years and you have multiples more time than not. he's unintentionally the face of traditional alpha-omega family dynamics, but it's positive with his household because he can so easily juggle his career, kids, and relationship. it's never a struggle and people are so jealous on how he does it so well.

omega todoroki and you don't have children until you all have been mated for like a decade because he says he has never wanted children, even though he more fears the cycle of abuse present in his family. but he always knows that you wanted a kid and he goes through some heavy therapy with you and by himself, agreeing to have a child. you two end up having twin girls that look like him and he loves them to death, even though he's so unsure of himself and how he is as a parent. it does help that they are perfect little angels.

you and omega shigaraki are accidentally getting pregnant and have a son that you try to raise to the best of your ability, even though he's a major villain. though, with the league, it makes things easier.

omega dabi also gets accidentally pregnant, but he leaves villainy because of it and leaves japan all together. you two start a new life in suburbia, helping him get matching skin grafts and taking up new identities. after the birth of your daughter, you have several more children, as you build the family he's always wanted.

#omega bakugou #omega todoroki #omega shoto #omega dabi #omega shigaraki #omega kirishima #omega midoriya #omega denki #omega iida #omega tamaki #omega mirio #mha omegaverse

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thegayer-thebetter · 5 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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emjiroki · 2 years

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The prequel I did for This little drabble. I couldn't help myself, Alpha Shoto is too good 💕 um... this got a little long...

Warnings: explicit scenes and language, knotting, biting, very light coercion, blood, little bit of graphic imagery (its an intrusive thought), scent kink, breeding kink

18+ under the cut MINORS DNI or you will be blocked 🚫

Shoto knew had been a mistake to take up his Father’s offer to stay at the family home instead of a hotel the moment he entered the house. Your heat scent was strong, smokey from the underlying mating mark of his father but also sweet in a way that was addicting. Torturous. The logical side of his brain was telling him to turn and leave, do what's best for everyone in the situation and remove himself, but the Alpha inside kept him planted to the floor, digging nails into palms and curling his toes in his shoes to keep him from moving deeper into the house. But then he heard your pained cry, a strangled sound that had his heart thumping painfully in his chest and his feet moving for the stairs. Your scent was permeating the hallway leading to his father's room, the door to the room closed tight but not sealed. Another whimpering cry was carrying him to the door, a hesitant hand raising to knock lightly.

"Y/n? It's Shoto, are you alright?" He asked, keeping his voice steady despite his brain growing fuzzy.

"H-Hurts," your whimpering voice said from the other side of the door, "I'm burning up".

"Father should be home soon," He tried to reassure, thinking he really needed to get outside and get a clear head to call Enji, "I've gotta go back downstairs".

"No! Please don't leave me," You cried, the desperate plea sending his Alpha spiraling and snapping at the surface, instincts flaring so bad his hand involuntarily sparked.

"I have to or we're going to have a problem" Shoto said with gritted teeth, eyes shut tight. He was shocked when the door opened, revealing you in only a big t-shirt to cover your otherwise naked body, sweat coating your forehead and the scent of your heat sizzling away at the last of his restraint. He knew you were gone, eyes blown wide with lust and thigh rubbing together, the sweet smell of your slick making his canines hurt.

"Y/n, just try and relax. But I need to leave, right now" He said, heart squeezing when you looked up at him with watery eyes, the sharp scent of distress making his stomach flip.

"Do you not want me?".

'Fuck' Shoto thought to himself, biting back the groan in his throat. That couldn't be further from the truth. He's wanted you since the first night Enji had brought you to meet the family, the dinner going better than expected and Shoto getting more love sick by the moment. This was the hardest he's ever fought to keep himself in check, to swallow his instincts where he usually was a pro at ignoring them.

"Of course I do, but I can't," he said honestly, his heterochromatic eyes burning with passion he longed to press into your skin. Shoto sucked in a sharp breath when you stepped up to him, your hands going to his chest as you nuzzled your face in against his neck.

"You smell like Enji," you breathed with a soft sigh, "but different". That cold, muted peppermint scent was from his mother, lying near dormant compared to the overbearing smokiness, but naturally being Enji’s mate you would notice any difference from your Alpha’s scent right now. Shoto wasn't proud that that made jealous burn in his ears, his own scent thickening and enticing you to press closer. He was at a loss for what to do, he couldn't stay here and let you rub yourself all over him because he knew he didn't have that much self control, especially when it came to you. But he also knew leaving you like this right now without his father here could send you into a heat spiral and make you sick. If he had more time and unscented air to breathe through he might have made a rational decision but the only thing on his mind right now with the destressed scent pouring off of you was getting you to his old room, getting you comfortable and just trying to ride this out until Enji gets back.

"Let's go lay down," He said, trying to pull away and guide you to his room. But you clung to him with a whine so he picked you up, wrapping your legs around him and carrying back down the hall to his bedroom door. "Gotta make you a temporary nest here,". He wouldn't say it out loud now but he couldn't comfort you in his father's bed, the thought of it making his skin crawl. You didn't object, just wanting to get some relief even if it was just pressing as close to this strong sweet smelling Alpha as possible.

The room was dark, shades pulled and the bedding clean and fold on the low platform bed, as he slid the door open. You put your feet to the floor, legs and hips aching as you went to the bed and sank down, mussing the covers and pillows down to the bare sheets. Shoto crossed the room to open the window, hoping to get some real airflow and maybe clear his head alittle. But the rest of his restraint was quickly flying out the window when he turned back to you and you had pulled the t-shirt off your body, leaving you in only your panties as you lay on your stomach; holding one of the pillows with your eyes closed and your breathing ragged. You moaned as Shoto pressed his cool hand to your forehead, a brief moment of relief to your scorching skin.

"You really are burning up" Shoto said, brows stitching together with worry as you pressed into his hand, "Need to get you some water".

"No please I just-" your sentence was broken off with another pained whine, fresh tears welling up as a cramp made your stomach turn. He was scrambling to climb beneath the covers and hold you against him, instincts and primal panic rising in chest like water in a sinking ship. You were trembling in his hold, body sweaty and pressing fully against him.

"Let's just try and relax, take a few deep breathes for me" he said quietly, the rumbling croon of his soothing Alpha tone calming you slightly as his cold hand caressed your feverish body, waves of relief sparking across your skin. After a few moments it wasn't enough anymore, a broken whimper escaping your lips as you began pulling at his t-shirt.

"We can't, Father will be home soon. I promise," Shoto assured with a shaky breath as your hands glided up the hard muscles of his abs and to his chest, rucking the shirt up farther and farther.

"Please. Hurts s' bad," you panted against his the milky skin of his throat, right where that alluring sweet scent was pouring from.

"Too dangerous," Shoto said through gritted teeth, "what if I mark you?".

"You won't, know you won't," you said in an almost lust slurred tone, "strong, smart Alpha". His inner beast was preening, a content rumbling starting in his chest as his cheeks flushed from the praise. But he had to try and keep strong, prove to himself that he could hold back his own instincts. That was until you pulled your panties down your legs and the smell of fresh slick hit his nose. He was on the edge of cumming, hand gripping into the bedding as his cock throbbed and a growl ripped from his chest. His resolve was running thin, as if you hadn’t been chipping away at it enough with your touches and you whining. And your scent. God your scent had drool threatening to drip down his chin, the sharpness of his canines nearly cutting the backs of his lips. It was thick, sweet as honey and addictive, he could only imagine what you taste like, how euphoric it would be bury his face between your thighs and feel you squeeze around his ears. Especially as the smokey undertones produced an aggressive rumble from his throat. Shoto couldn’t stand that his Father had gotten you first, someone so perfect and soft and sweet, he didn’t deserve you.

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” He breathed through his teeth, desperately trying to gain control of the situation for a moment.

“Alpha please” you whined, bucking your hips against the muscle of his thigh as he pressed it up between your legs for you to grind on. Your slick was soaking through the leg of his sweats, the cotton fabric sticking to his skin. Shoto took a deep breath, gathering your wrists in one of his hands and restraining them above your head. The display of strength had your heat riddled mind buzzing, squirming underneath him as he positioned himself above you to look in your eyes.

“Y/n, listen to me. before anything happens I need to know this what you want, I want to help you but only if you can consent to me first,” Shoto said jerking your arms a little when you looked away. His eyes scanned your face for any uncertainty or hesitation, and when he saw none he relaxed a little.

“Please Shoto, it hurts,” You said, looking him right in the eyes even as another cramp tensed your body under his hands. He released your arms, one of your hands immediately going to cup his jaw and pull him in closer, lips clashing messily together with a groan. This was everything Shoto had ever thought and hoped it would be, addicting in ever sense of the word. The feeling of your tongue against his sent a warm pulse through his body, his hot and cold hands running up your sides to your chest, rolling your nipples softly between his fingers until you were gasping into his mouth. He gently moved you onto your back, slowly beginning to kiss down your torso, starting with you sternum and down your stomach until he paused right where you needed him. Shoto didn’t know why he savored the moment, why he took the extra second to kiss both of your hip bones and lock eyes with you before he dipped his tongue down to finally taste you, but he’s glad that he did. Because now he would never forget this moment, the way your eyes rolled up and you nearly shredded the pillow beneath your head as you moaned at the feeling of his tongue running between your swollen clit and the slick leaking out of you, or the way he would never go back to keeping his feelings hidden. Shoto wanted you and no one was going to tell him otherwise. The primal part of him hoped his father walked in right now, just so he could see how desperate his omega was for another Alpha’s cock, and so Shoto could turn him to ashes, rip his fucking head off and put it in a chair to watch as he knotted you. His cheeks flushed at the intrusive thoughts, even as he growled into your cunt as you pulled his hair and forced him closer. He needed to get inside of you, feel your warmth around him as he knots you and fills you with his pups. A twisted part of him wanted it to take, wanted you pregnant with his baby, wanted to bond you and steal you away in the night. Shoto pulled himself away to catch his breath, chin wet with your juices and eyes blown wide with lust, it made butterflies squirm in your stomach. He pulled himself up and away from you, tugging his shirt off and then his sweats and underwear, hissing lowly at the cool air against his cock stand stiff against his abdomen, the outline of the knot already visible. Your scents had mixed so intoxicatingly it permeated everything, your head was spinning with it. The peppermint notes in scent had grown sharper and had made everything smell almost refreshing, cool, not suffocating or burning.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his red and white hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead as he caressed your trembling thighs. You nodded, too far fallen back into heat head space to reply vocally. He shuffled your legs up onto his strong shoulders, folding you down until your knees were at your shoulders and you immobilized under him, a soft moan huffing against his lips as he captured yours again, kissing you softly as he flexed his hips to sink in. Shoto pressed forward until his balls were flush against your ass, a groan matching yours in volume clawing from his throat as you squeezed around him. It felt like his body was on autopilot, the pleasure making his brain numb and the thrust of his hips increase. But even as he panted like a dog against the skin of your throat and pressed kisses across your face and lips like he was worshipping you; you held him close, with nails digging into his flesh and legs twitching against his shoulders.

“I’m- I’m gonna-” you stammered on a high pitched moan as your orgasm hit you like a train, the screaming part of your hormonal brain finally quieting for the first time today. Shoto stilled for a moment, letting you ride out your high as he tried not to cum, wanting to saver this for as long as possible. You sensed his hesitation attempting to move your hips against him.

“Want you to fill me Alpha, please dont stop” you pleaded, tears pricking your eyes at the frustration. That broke Shoto’s resolve, or at least what was left of it, a determined growl on his lips.

“Want my knot Omega? I’ll give it to you, all of it,” He promised as he nipped against your bottom lip, “And you’ll give me a pup won’t you? let me breed this pretty pussy full”. You moaned and tightened around him at the thought, instincts screaming for you to lock him closer and pull him deeper.

“Shit, gonna cum baby, cum with me” He panted, locking lips with you and stealing the groan off your tongue as he moved his cold fingers down to your clit, rubbing tight circles until you were locked tight around him and practically screaming, arching your back in pleasure as he finally sunk his knot into your swollen pussy. Shoto snarled as he bit into his own arm to keep from sinking his teeth into your neck, fighting everything inside telling him to mark you and bond you for himself. But he hissed and positioned himself to pull away even as he knot prevented him from moving when he felt your teeth sink into where the mating mark would go, his heart thundering in his chest as he felt another wave of cum gush from his still throbbing cock. The feeling of your soft tongue laving away the blood had him relaxing, the purr emanating from your chest showing happiness and contentment. He might have some regrets when the haze has cleared and he’s feeling the effects of this bite mark, but right now there was no where he would rather be. He moved your legs down and tucked you close to his chest as he turned to lay on his side, your left leg resting on his hip as you pressed your face into his throat.

“I love you Shoto” you breathed as you nuzzled against his skin, fully relaxed and finally comfortable for a bit, the feeling of his knot inside of you a comforting warmth.

“I love you too Y/n” He whispered as he kissed your forehead, the deep tones of his crooning making your eyes heavy as he stroked your bare back and held you close.

‘Let him come in here and take her from me’ Shoto thought to himself as he drifted off, pressing his hips closer, ‘like to see him try’

#Alpha shoto todoroki #omega reader #alpha shoto #tw omegaverse #tw knotting #bnha smut #shoto todoroki smut #em writes ✍#self indulgence at its finest

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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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A Week of My Enigma - Bitching

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia

Rating: E

Genre: Omegaverse Smut

AN: A week of Enigma Bakugou prompt fills.

Words: 2759

"I think I have to neuter Izuku."

Hanta froze, his noodles half in his mouth as he examined his clearly upset boyfriend. While it would have been weird to go an entire date without Shoto bringing up his prized rabbit hybrid, this...this was new. He'd been so excited when Izuku had presented as an alpha a few weeks earlier, talking about breeders and alphan traits and showings, everything to be expected of a pure breed. But now? Sure, their work schedules had kept them from seeing each other a lot lately, but now that Hanta really looked at Shoto, he looked dejected.

It was sad, really.

"Why's that, babe," he asked around a mouthful of noodles, free hand reaching out to take Shoto's as he prepared another bite. "Did Izuku attack someone? Get an omega pregnant that he wasn't supposed to?"

"I wish it was that easy," Shoto groaned, shaking his head. His hand turned, lacing his fingers together with Hanta's. "He's just...so destructive. I've set up multiple obstacle courses outside, tripled his initial toy count, brought in multiple trainers, tried medicines and music and changing his food, and the house still looks like I'm in the middle of a major renovation. He's just not responding to anything, and everyone seems to think it might be related to mating, so I might have to get him neutered."

“I thought you wanted to breed him,” Hanta asked, swallowing thickly. “If his issue is from being...pent up,” he added an eyebrow wiggle, mentally patting himself on the back as his boyfriend rolled his eyes despite the little smile that appeared against his will, “just get him an omega. I know how much you wanted kits around the house.”

“I tried.” Hanta’s wiggling eyebrow stopped and rose at the admittance. “Omegas, some female betas, he just wasn’t interested in any of them. He seemed interested in a couple of the other alphas I introduced him to, but that just ended up in a fight instead of them mating.” Shoto’s frown deepened, his sigh breaking Hanta’s heart as Shoto just pushed around the food in his bowl.

Even cold soba wasn’t doing anything to cheer him up. This was serious. Good thing Hanta knew exactly how to help.

“Well, why don’t you find an alpha to bitch him?” Hanta asked. “If he’s interested in other alphas, it’s possible he’s a submissive himself, and he’d be a good candidate for the process. I could take him into work, check his blood work, and could see if there’s any hybrid at the facility that could help.” Hanta paused, heart almost skipping a beat at how cute Shoto looked with his head tilted, hair falling over one of his eyes. “We even have an enigma who has a pretty good bitching success rate, could see if he’s free for a weekend.”

“I didn’t realize that was an option,” Shoto said slowly, voice tilted up in hope. “I know you’ve said wild hybrids will do it sometimes, but doesn’t it take months?”

“In the wild, yeah,” Hanta confirmed, “same if two omegas mate and one goes through a studding process, but that’s the beauty of technology. If the blood work checks out and you have a dominant alpha, you just inject some omega hormones into the submissive, and a few weeks later you might even have a mated pair and confirmed pregnancy. With an enigma,” he raised his hand, three fingers in the air, “it takes three days. One day to bitch them into a beta, two to an omega, and on the third you’ll get a guaranteed heat.”

“You said the enigma in question has a high success rate,” Shoto pointed out. “Don’t alphas normally make claims with omegas they breed? I know it’s not something all of them do, but it seems like it’s more common than not.”

“Bakugou is an...interesting critter,” Hanta laughed, taking a bite to give himself a moment to think. “He’ll fuck whoever we put in front of him, no problem, but has refused to breed or claim any of them when we get to day three. We taught him how to write, and he’s said that he’ll “breed a bitch when we bring him one good enough.” So, whatever that means. But who knows - maybe he’ll take a liking to Izuku, you’ll be able to buy him from the research center, and you can have all the kits you want.”

Shoto’s response was to lean over and give him a kiss, both of them ignoring the clashing flavors of their food on their lips, a light in Shoto’s eyes as he pulled away. He no longer looked depressed, instead seeming excited about the answer to his problem. “You really think it’ll help?”

“Pregnant omegas are pretty chill, and even if he’s not, having another hybrid to be around should help. Plus, if he gets uppity, most alphas just fuck their omegas back into place. It should work babe, it should work.”

*~*

Izuku felt hot.

He’d been to his owner’s mate’s place of work before, often came for check ups and just for visits when his owner wanted to check in on his man. He’d been cooed over, coddled and snuggled and pet by the researchers who worked there, well taken care of and sent home with carrots and candy and stickers placed on his large, floppy ears. But he’d never been left before, never had to watch his owner walk away and ignore his cries for him to return. He’d been stuck before, but never with something like this, never with something that left him so hot and twitchy and itchy, that made the soft blankets his owner had left him with feel rough against his skin, that made his dick swell but left him unable to do anything to find relief.

It almost hurt when the human came and lifted him into his arms, even as Izuku leaned into the familiar smell of his owner’s mate and the slight smell of home he could catch on him.

“I’m sorry, ‘Zuku, I know, this isn’t fun. But it’s gonna be good, Bakugou knows what he’s doing. And your dad will be back to take you home in another two days, and things will be a lot easier for you. Promise, man, promise.” The scratches where his ears met his skull were almost soothing, but all too soon Izuku was placed down on a pile of pillows, the familiar presence disappearing.

Disappearing and quickly being replaced by a smell. It made his mouth water, his claiming fangs itching to sink into something, more than any of those omegas or betas or even the other alphas his owner had brought him. This was the smell he wanted, he craved, that made him want to sink his dick into the owner yet also lift his hips into the air, his tail wagging happily at the idea of his ass being fucked by whoever could smell this damn good.

“That science bastard said he was bringing me something good; I didn’t know he meant a rabbit.” All Izuku could do was moan as that voice washed over him, his hips lifting all on their own, tail pressed hard against his back to expose his hole. It took all his effort to turn his head, to look at the hybrid that had just walked into the room with him, but doing so was worth it to see the large, blond wolf that stood there, staring at him, watching him, a hint of approval in his blood-red eyes. “Fuck, you smell good. If I didn’t know you were an alpha, I’d think you were already an omega in heat.”

The wolf dropped to all fours, stalking over to Izuku, the sight just making his dick twitch even more instead of instilling the deep seated fear he knew it should have. The smell only increased as he came closer, Izuku’s mouth dropping open so he could draw it in over his tongue, tasting the air, the pheromones that were almost tangible around the enigma this close. Leaning down, one of his clawed hands ran down along Izuku’s long, floppy ear, sending a shiver along his spine.

“Say no and I leave. But beg me to bitch you, little alpha,” the wolf said huskily, “and I’ll make it the best fuck you’ll ever have.”

“Please,” Izuku begged, “please, I’m so hot. Make it better.”

His head had fallen to the side at some point, revealing his scent gland, his submission rewarded with a hot tongue to the skin, a dangerous nip of teeth that had Izuku kneening, his back arching, ass up and presenting. A croon of approval from the wolf, the almost comforting sound tinged with desire as his large hands started to pet down along Izuku’s back, still lapping at his scent gland as the wolf fixed his stance, spread his legs a bit more, reached up to somehow easily glide between his cheeks and over his hole.

“Shit, you’re already slicking. Skipped right over beta into omega, and we haven’t even had our first fuck yet. You like my smell that much, baby?”

Izuku could only whine and nod, the noise choking off as a long, thick finger ran around the rim of his hole, the tip dipping in just enough for Izuku to feel the stretch, to realize the differences in their sizes; if the tip of his finger could barely fit, made him feel so full, how could his dick? How could his knot?

“Don’t worry, little bunny,” the wolf said reassuringly, nuzzling at his face, his neck, his cheek before pulling away. “I promised you the best fuck of your life, didn’t I? I’ll make it fit.”

Izuku wanted to ask how, he knew the mechanics but this was his first, the other attempted breeding pairs his owner had set up for him either unappealing or the alphas too weak, too stinky, sent a shudder through out him that had his hackles on end and started a fight. This was different, this was a smell he wanted to drown in, an enigma strong enough to fight him and win, a fight he would be initiating once he was thoroughly fucked and bred, once the heat that was making his limbs so weak was gone. He had to make sure his mate was strong, strong enough to beat him, something those other alphas never were.

But for now he couldn’t focus on the fight to come, could only focus on the hands grasping his asscheeks and spreading them, the cool air meeting his slick hole, the warm tongue that licked a long, hot stripe from his balls up his ass, lapping at the beginnings of his slick, circling his rim, thrusting in to draw out more and force out the moans he’d been trying to hide in the pillows below him, one of the wolf’s hands reaching out to grab his ears and use them to pull his face upwards. Keeping him arched and exposed as the enigma ate him out, spurred on by the noises Izuku couldn’t help but make, noises that only grew larger as his fingers joined his tongue, spreading and thrusting and finding that spot inside of him that had his cock twitching, jerking, spilling between his legs untouched as the wolf gave him no quarter, no time to recover and breathe and back away from the edge that rushed up to meet him.

The kiss was sweet, tender, tasting strangely of the newly made slick the wolf seemed to love so much. “Ready, baby?” The wolf asked, his dick sliding between Izuku’s cheeks, coating itself in slick and spit. “Gonna knot you so good, bitch you so well, make you mine. You want that?”

Izuku was tired of waiting. He was being bitched, sure, but he’d been born an alpha, and had the patience of one. Without responding he reached back, lined up the enigma’s dick with his asshole and slammed back, both of them crying out as the first few inches slid in. He’d wanted to bottom out, wanted to feel full and fucked and stuffed, but he was so big. Big enough that it knocked the air from Izuku’s lungs, forcing him to stop, letting the wolf take control back again as he set up a gentle pace, rocking himself deeper and deeper with each pass until finally their hips were flush. Leaning down, the wolf’s chest pressed firmly against his back, Izuku tilted his head again, his own happy croon let out as the enigma lapped at his scent gland, his hip’s gentle rocking almost soothing to the heat that had taken over Izuku.

“I want to keep you,” the wolf admitted, pressing his face against Izuku’s neck, breathing in his scent. “I just met you and I already fucking want you. What the hell is this?”

“Then claim me,” Izuku offered, falling to his elbows so one hand could reach up and tangle in the enigma’s hair, pulling him closer to his gland. Izuku’s hips rocked back to meet the wolf’s, their pace picking up ever so slightly at the offer, their scents combining and spreading and turning into something new, their mixed arousal making the glide of the wolf’s dick in his ass that much easier as more slick slipped from him. “Be mine, wolf, and make me yours.”

He wasn’t sure what whited out his vision - the feeling of teeth sinking into his neck, into his scent gland, sending the heat that had been level throughout his entire body racing towards his core, turning into an inferno that only his new mate could put out, that only being bred would sait, or the feeling of being fucked, strong claws digging into the meaty flesh of his thighs to keep his hips up, his ass at the perfect level for his wolf to pound into, fucking hard and deep and frantically as he chased after that edge, after his pleasure. His own knot was heavy between his legs, useless and hard and painful, twitching and pulsing as his wolf’s caught on his rim with each thrust, threatening to catching and pop each time, Izuku not at all surprised to realize that he was begging for it to do so, teased with the promise of being full, being bred, of the fire within being put out so he could rest.

“Katsuki,” the wolf panted, free hand finding his own and intertwining their fingers, “name’s Katsuki.”

“Knot me, Kacchan.”

Izuku cried out as he felt the knot pop within him, too full and painfully large, tugging back against him as Katsuki continued to rut forward against him, not realizing they were locked together. He bit down again, resealing their mating mark as his hips started to grind, pressing Izuku as close to him as Katsuki could. Reaching between them, he massaged Izuku’s knot, his ass clenching hard around Katsuki’s dick as he spilled over Katsuki’s hand, cumming for the third time that night at the wolf’s ministrations. Finally, finally, the heat disappeared as Katsuki came as well, Izuku’s stomach slowly filling with each twitch of his cock, filling and stuffing and breeding him so so well.

“Fuck,” Katsuki croaked, lapping at the blood that sluggishly leaked from the new bite on Izuku’s neck, shifting them so they laid together on the pillows, his hand gently rubbing at the swelling of Izuku’s stomach. “I can smell the heat on you. We’re definitely going to get a brat out of this. What’s your name, love?”

“Izuku,” he sleepily croaked, snuggling back into the chest of his new mate. “Izuku Midoriya.”

“I’m keeping you, Deku,” Katsuki promised quietly, wrapping his arms and tail tight around the rabbit, “I’m not letting you go. Promise.”

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“I thought you said it took three days,” Shoto questioned, his confusion clear even over the phone. “I just left ‘Zuku with you yesterday.”

“Well,” Hanta said slowly, looking at his readings. The machines could technically be wrong, sure, but they hadn’t been in the five years he’d worked there. “It seemed like Izuku was especially responsive to the enigma’s pheromones, and the omega hormones we gave him acted quickly. Doesn’t help that they bonded too.” Hanta paused, chewing on his lip for a moment before taking the plunge. “You know how you said, since we can’t have kids, you wanted a giant house full of kits?”

“Yeah. What does that have to do with anything?”

“What do you think about puppies too?”

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Hi :) your fics give me so much life😭😭😭 Not sure if you're taking requests atm but do you think you could do an omega reader taking care of sick alpha todoroki🥺🥺 I'm such a sucker for hurt/comfort but thank u!!!! Ur writing rocks❤️❤️

Anything For You

Alpha!Shoto Todoroki x Omega!Reader

Omegaverse Key

Masterlist

Warnings⚠️: pain, blood, needles, angst

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You and Mina laugh as she tells you yet another story from patrol, for whatever reason she always had crazy things happening while out. You guys had made the joke that she has more stories on weird situations than actually saving people.

You and her walk up to your home, bags in hand, and start fumbling with your keys to unlock the door.

You and her had successfully went shopping. Not for clothes, but grocery shopping since you and Shoto had been so busy the past few days you didn’t have time. Mina had offered to go with you, and of course you weren’t gonna turn her down.

You get the door unlocked and push it open, but before you can even look into your home you’re hit with a very unwelcoming scent.

Your mouth is in an immediate frown as you look up and around your home, your eyes falling on a familiar blanket covered lump laying on the couch. You set your bags down next to the door, instinctively going straight towards what you know is your alpha.

As you get closer his scent gets stronger, having an overwhelming layer of distress and pain all through it. It smells like garbage right after it rains, soggy and moist, but still having the garbage smell.

You round the couch and immediately crouch down, your hand instinctively going into his hair to slowly massage his scalp. He looks terrible. He’s pale, sweating, completely curled up on the couch with a blanket pulled to his chin, and his eyes closed.

“Sho? Alpha, what’s wrong? What happen?” Your voice is quiet and gentle, but as seconds tick by you only get more worried.

He doesn’t answer, so you move your hand to his forehead to feel it, and he feels hot. Very hot. And it’s not a healthy hot with how he naturally feels due to his quirk.

You can’t do much but frown at him, seeing how weak he is. You know he’s awake, but he’s physically incapable of even trying to give you any kind of response.

You glance up, momentarily forgetting about Mina and your groceries, but you can see her just finishing moving and setting all the bags down on your kitchen floor before heading back toward the front door. She gives you once last look, you mouthing a quick “sorry” and she responds with a nod and wave before closing the door.

You turn your attention back to Todoroki, still looking over his features and condition. “Ok, c’mon Sho, let’s get you to bed, ok?” you say gently, moving your hand and rubbing your thumb in small circles on his cheek.

You move to push the blanket off him, getting a glimpse of his hero suit that he still had on. That only makes you frown, thinking about how this morning he’d got up and left without a problem, but also thinking about the fact he must’ve been feeling so bad he came home and immediately collapsed on the first thing he could.

You try to wrap your arm around his, wanting to help him try to get up, but his body is complete dead weight on the couch.

This isn’t super out of character. Whenever he gets sick his body always goes into over drive and shuts down, making moving and doing simple things even harder, but something about this was still different and you could tell.

Even when he was sick, he’s still be somewhat responsive and cooperative. But now, he’s complete out of it.

You look at his face, seeing his mouth slightly agape as he takes in labored breaths, and hard to tell, but his eyes are actually slightly open.

While looking over him you notice his scent glands. More importantly, you notice the way the top of his hero suit is shrugged off, almost like specifically for his scent glands, like somethings bothering them. While you tried to move him you’d managed to turn him on his back, so you can see both of them. They don’t look too good.

They look puffy, strained, almost blue, if not that, definitely red. Plus, the texture didn’t even look like his skin. They looked weirdly moist and “soupy,” like they felt prickly or squishy. You knew that couldn’t be good. You knelt down again, reaching your fingers out to try to graze and feel them.

It’s an immediate reaction from Shoto when you come into contact. You don’t even get a split second to comprehend how it actually feels before he yells, growls, at you.

Honestly, you don’t know what the sound is he makes. It’s a combination of a loud growl, plus a intense scream of pain. Not even to mention the jolt his body does, plus the way his eyes snap open and he bares his teeth.

It makes you jump back away from him several feet. Your own instincts not even knowing how to react. Part of you wants to comfort the alpha in pain, but the other part is scared. Scared from the alpha’s reaction, your alpha’s reaction. You barely even notice the few chirps the leave your mouth as you jump away from him, fearful tears filling your eyes.

None of the emotions you feel last long though. The violent, loud growl from Shoto slowly turns into desperate whimpers as he curls back into himself, feeling the after effects and sting of his scent glands.

The first thing you can think of is to get your phone and call Recovery Girl, asking her to come quick and check on him.

While you wait, you move closer to the couch again, sitting on the floor but settling your hand on his head. Your body is working hard to make your scent overpower his, but it’s no use, it’s too strong.

However, it’s still there, and you know he can smell it, so you don’t miss the way his breathing seems to slow, getting less forced and strained.

Recovery Girl makes it in about 15 minutes. You get up and let her in, explaining what happened, and how he’s not responsive at all, except the one response he did give when you touched his scent gland.

She pulled out her kit and looked over him, and it didn’t take long for her to conclude he’d gotten an infection in the scent glands on his neck somehow.

How it happened could be figured out later, right now though, she had to treat them cause that’s the only way they’ll get any better.

“Would you like to change him out of his hero suit before I treat it?” she asks as she conjures up something from her kit.

“Uh? Should I? I can just wait until you’re done.”

“Well, yeah, you can, it’s just that after I treat it, there will still be some intense pain. He’ll be capable of moving, but I doubt he’d want to. So if you can, I’d suggest doing it now.”

You nod and get up, moving to your bedroom to get some sweats for him. You don’t bother getting a shirt, since you don’t want anything additional against his scent glands to irritate them.

You walk back out to the living room, getting down next to Shoto again and talking gently. “Alright, need you to work with me, ok? Gotta take this off.”

It takes some effort, but you’re able to get the full top of his hero suit off, the bottom half being a little easier. You slip the sweats on his body then take his hero suit and throw it in your bedroom for later.

Recovery Girl is finishing up just as you come back. “Alright, I’m gonna need you to sit right here and hold him up, preferably keeping him as close to your scent as possible.” You’re a little confused, and she can tell. “I have to drain the glands first, and then I’ll give an additional shot that should help the infection, plus some gel to rub over the gland. Judging by what you said his first reaction was, to get this fully done having you, his omega, near is probably the best course of action.”

“Oh…ok.” You’re not thrilled from the knowledge that your alpha is about to be in intense pain she just explained, but you know it’s the only way to help, so you have to ignore the weight your heart feels toward putting him in more distress.

You do as she says, using all your strength to lift him into a sitting position. You straddle his lap and tuck his head into your neck, letting your scent flood his senses.

It’s the first time he’s given a real reaction not due to the pain, but he weakly wraps his arms around you, his head snuggling just slightly deeper into your neck. It’s almost nice, sensual, but you know it won’t last.

“Alright, ready to begin?” you hear Recovery Girl ask from behind you.

“Yeah,” you respond.

She stands, looking over your shoulder to his, lifting her hand with the needle she’s going to use to drain his first gland.

You close your eyes the second the needle comes into contact with the sensitive skin. Shoto’s immediate reaction is the same. He jolts, but you hold him, cooing and purring in his ear as you use a hand to run through his hair, trying to calm him.

Tears fill your eyes as you feel his mouth instinctively open and bite onto you, his teeth digging deep into your flesh. You’re not sure what hurts more, his teeth digging into you, or his nails into your back. His hands had been rested around you, so when she touch him they immediately closed, his nails growing as a defensive mechanism.

Recovery Girl moves as quick as she can, pulling the syringe and draining his gland. Once it’s fully drained she sets it to the side and grabs the second one, ready to start again.

Just like the first time, it’s the same, only this time since he’s already attached to you, he only digs deeper, and you can’t help but let a few chips slip past your lips, trying not to let tears spill from your eyes.

“Are you alright, Mrs, Todoroki?” Recovery Girl checks.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. You can keep going,” you say, trying not to let your voice be too wobbly.

Recovery Girl continues to work, draining the second gland, then getting the separate syringe and needle for the shot.

When she sticks it in his first gland and starts injecting the liquid, Shoto can only whimper and shake against you, his body try to fight off the pain, but not being able to.

“Shh, its okay alpha, it’s okay. Almost over.” You coo to him and rub the back of his head, holding his body against yours and trying to make your scent as strong as possible for him.

Once Recovery Girl finishes the shots, she puts the gel on each one, then bandages. Each time she came into contact, Shoto’s grip on you got tighter, and you know by now your blood is in his mouth and on his hands, but still, you don’t care. He’s your alpha, and you need to do this to help take care of him.

“All done,” Recovery Girl sighs as she pulls away after putting the last bandage on. You start to pull from Todoroki, trying to remove his mouth and nails from you.

When he detaches, you help him slowly lay down, looking at his face and seeing his eyes open. They’re still only half way, but that’s the most they’ve been since you were there. You give him a smile and lean to kiss his forehead. Even though his eyes aren’t fully open, you can see the tears in them, you know he’s in way more pain than some teeth and nail marks.

“Would you like me to treat that?” Recovery Girl asks, referring to the marks.

“No. I’m be fine,” you assure her.

She nods. “Ok. If the infection comes back or you have any other problems, call me again. These are the pills he should take, 2 a day, morning and night, for 8 days.” You agree, taking the bottle and both say your goodbyes as she makes her leave.

Once she’s gone you quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, checking your back and neck for any dripping blood. You clean up and change your clothes, grabbing your favorite blanket from your nest and wrapping it around your shoulders, joining Shoto back in the living room.

His scent still isn’t normal, but you can smell more of his natural misty peppermint scent then you could before.

You join him on the couch, slowly lifting up his head, earning a few grunts and whimpers, and you slide under, letting his head come back down and rest on your stomach.

You purr and run your fingers through his hair, the rest of the night being the two of you and his recovery. Even though things didn’t go anything like you planned for the day, it’s ok. Anything for him. Anything for your alpha.

Masterlist - Part 2

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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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