#Omega Todoroki

[gglitch1dd]

Consorts and Royalty

You're the Emperor and its time for you to choose your Omegan Consorts. Four Omegas seem to have caught your eye.

This is a reverse Harem AU with Alpha reader and Omega consorts. Taken out from my One-Shot book and has its own book now.

Word count: 5k

Includes: Omega Kirishima, Bakugou, Todoroki and Midoriya.

Note: Reader is genderneutral. The term Emperor is used but its gender neutral too. Alpha Reader.

The great hall of the royal palace was filled with wonderous talk and laughter. Nobles and other dignitaries all mingled amongst themselves into the night. Among these nobles was a man who, unlike his comrades, would have rather been anywhere else.

He was beautiful and held an element of poise to him. His head held high in a feeling of superiority that he always carried with him. His ash blond hair shone brightly in the candlelit area and contrasted the long black silk robe he wore to appease his sire’s wishes. Made to look pampered and attractive. A fattened cow to the slaughter. The make up he wore that accentuated his blood red eyes would distract one from the clear scowl on his face.

“My, my, my, Duke Bakugou… you look remarkable tonight.”

The blond turned around to meet eyes of candle apples. Red enough but having a sort of magenta hue to them. Walking to stand in front of him, carrying two champagne flute glasses was a redhead taller than himself, but not by much. Maybe just an inch or two but definitely broader. The redheaded man wore a cape on his shoulders with a tight corset black suit. He handed over a glass, a smile on his lips.

Bakugou scoffed. “Please, Eijiro, do not flatter me.” The blond looked away as he frowned.  “You know the old hag forced me into this.”

Kirishima chuckled at the mannerism of his best friend. Never surprised or shocked but still happy nonetheless to know he hasn’t changed. “I am surprised you managed to lose your sire at such a momentous occasion.”

“Momentous? Tch.” Bakugou scowl deepened. He took a sip from his glass. “It is just the start of the season overshowed by a rumour.”

“An important rumour.”

“Important to who?”

“Our country.” Bakugou shook his head as he looked away. Kirishima looked around the hall easily. He was one of the taller Omegas there so he could see rather well. “To think… a few of us might be chosen by the Emperor themself to be part of her Royal Consorts. The Tides of the Empire.”  Kirishima looked with a soft hopeful gleam in his eyes.

Bakugou looked up at his best friend. He looked him up and down almost in disgust. He turned himself around. “Don’t fucking speak to me again.” He started walking away.

Kirishima laughed at the blond’s reaction. “Aww, come on Katsuki. No need to always be the one discarding the idea of finding a mate.” Kirishima easily caught up with Bakugou, finding his natural place next to him. The two of them slowly and easily made their way through the crowd of people. “If you don’t want the Emperor, I’m sure you can find some Alpha here that tickles your fancy.”

“Like who?”

“Well…” Kirishima looked around as he was suddenly needing names. “Ah! What about some of our old playmates, like Lord Ojiro?” He asked as he pointed out the other blond male a few meters away from them, far enough to not hear their conversation.

Bakugou scrunched up his face. “I would rather drown myself in a chamber pot.”

“Baron Sato?”

“I would never settle for an Alpha with bigger lips than me.”

“My cousin, Tetsutetsu.”

“Too much like you but not quite, plus he likes spinach too much.”

Kirishima shook his head, not surprised but still in defeat to Bakugou’s standards. He took a sip of the bubbling champagne in his glass. “Well then who? Who here would you remotely be fine settling down with?” He asked trying to find a hint to what Bakugou defined as acceptable.

Bakugou looked left and right. No one here remotely piqued his interest. He had too high standards for Alphas he had grown up around, knowing too much about them already to want them no matter what his biology told him. He hummed as his head slowly settled on the redhead in front of him. He raised his flute glass. “The only person that remotely lives up to my expectations here is you.”

 Kirishima choked on his drink. He covered his nose and mouth with one hand as he stared down at his best friend with wide eyes. He closed his eyes and chuckled. It wasn’t something they exactly never talked about, not something they never fantasised about but life wasn’t that simple.

Kirishima shook his head and didn’t say anything. Bakugou took a step forward, his frown turning up into a slight smile. “Come on, Eijiro. We can run away from this. Me and you. No one would be the wiser until it’s too late.”

“Except your sire,” Kirishima pointed out with a pointed look making Bakugou release a small growl at the mention of her. “Leading Duchess Mitsuki Bakugou and my sire, Leading Marchioness Tekea, would have us rung by our necks when they find out.”

“If.”

“When.” Kirishima said adamantly. Bakugou looked up at him. He didn’t say anything but his eyes said enough to the redhead. Kirishima released a heavy breath. He wished they weren’t in public right now and he wasn’t wearing the black and red lace collar around his neck like every Omega had to wear. If they could slip away he would comfort Bakugou but right now they would have to make do. “Katsuki I-”

“There you two are. I thought I heard the complaining of Kacchan come from this way.” Walking towards the pair were two other omegas. Walking with a soft amused smile on his face over to them was a green haired gentleman in a velvet green waistcoat and a white button up. He nodded his head over to the now aggressive looking blond. “Kacchan.”

“Deku.”

“Prince Todoroki.” Kirishima chirped out in excitement.

“Marquess Kirishima.” The prince greeted back with a soft smile at the excitement Kirishima had towards him. He stood at Midoriya’s side. He bowed his head, his hands joined under his long sleeves of his own long luxurious robes. His hair down with some of his locks, in an intricate lace of red and white, were in a bun on his head.

“Kirishima-kun,” Midoriya started with a genuine smile to the redhead. “are we still on for training later next week?” The heir of the All Might Lands asked, his hands joined behind him.

Kirishima’s eyes widened as he remembered of his arrangement with Midoriya. He nodded his head excitedly as he joined his hands together. “Yes, without a doubt.”

Bakugou looked between Midoriya and Kirishima very confused. He knew the two of them were good friends from when they were younger but he didn’t know the two of them interacted whenever he was not around. He felt clueless and Bakugou hated feeling clueless.

Before he could say anything Todoroki made his way to stand in front of Bakugou. He was around the same height as Kirishima so just about two inches taller than the blond. “Lord Bakugou, we’re both wearing similar outfits. I knew we were best friends.”

Bakugou turned to Todoroki annoyed. “We are nothing of the sort.” He glared.

“Mine’s just white and red and yours is black. How lovely.”

“Shut up, IcyHot.”

“We’re always in sync.”

Before Bakugou could loose his top, trumpets blew catching everyone’s attention. Next to the big doors by a grand staircase stood Iida Tenya. He stood up straight, hair slicked back in a dark blue suit that matched his hair. He cleared his throat as the ballroom quieted down. His head was high as he got ready to do one of his many duties. “Announcing the illustrious Emperor of Kairium, The Great Current of the Empire, Emperor Y/N.” 

The doors opened and you stepped forward, your head high as your crown sat on your head safely. You looked over the sea of people, some from your own empire, others from neighbouring to distant lands. The congregation bowed at your presence. You smiled as you descended the steps, Iida following dutifully behind you. Once you made your way to the bottom you raised your hand. “Greetings, to all here tonight and welcome to the start of the season.” You addressed everyone as they all clapped. “Tonight, marks the start of our beloved season but it also marks a season not only for all Alphas here but also for me.” You nodded your head as you motioned to yourself. “Yes, the rumours are true that I am to choose my Omega consorts this season, and by the end of this season we will have our Tides of the Empire.” You announced.

There was excited chatter amongst everyone at that. Kirishima gave Bakugou a pointed look as he stood beside the blond. “Did I not tell you, Katsuki.” He whispered. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed as he kept looking forward. He was speechless. His mother would no doubt push him towards you and he could already tell what was to be of his fate if otherwise.

You smiled and placed your hands together. You raised a single hand and everyone went quiet. “Now, to every Omega and Beta here, I wish you all the most wonderful season. Follow your hearts and your spirits, it will lead you to the right choice. To the Alphas here…” You scoffed, a hint of competitiveness syncing in. “Let the best Alphas win.” The Alpha part of the audience obviously laughed finding it amusing. You finished your words and made your way with your head held high over to a throne set up for you. “Tenya…” You spoke hushed as you made your way over to your seat. “How many Omegas do I have to meet?” You asked as you moved up the four steps to the platform your throne was on to the left of the room.

Iida moved behind you dutifully. An arm in front of him. “All of them, your majesty.”

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly. “All of them?” You asked, your voice higher pitched.

He nodded his head. You held back a frown as you took your place on your throne to the left of the room. You sat up straight, your legs crossed one over the other. You could feel eyes on you like normal. It wasn’t something you weren’t used to as emperor. You looked over to Iida, you lifted your hand up to tell him he could start with the introductions.

Then the long process of being introduced to every single Omega here started. As Emperor you had to give your blessing to each of them for the coming season. You had to learn each one of their names, their portraits, their rankings. You felt overcome with them, but here you were flawlessly greeting each of them and each of them hoping to be given a title for this season.

Those that caught the eye of the emperor at events would be given a title for the season. Obtaining a title was almost a guaranteed position as a royal consort. No one knew how to obtain one though, even the most perfect of Omegas might not achieve one. It was all up to the Emperor. Which could be said true of your dam, the First Royal Consort, her title was The Butterfly of the Season. She could dance and glide through the air as graceful as a butterfly. It was magical whenever she would entertain at events, leaving people gaping and breathless.

Gaining a title from the Emperor was all any one wanted. All but Katsuki Bakugou.

“I want to go home.”

“Oh shush!” Mitsuki quickly scolded her only child as they stood together getting ready to be summoned as the next to be summoned to be presented before the Emperor. She lifted Bakugou’s head up higher. “Don’t slouch.” She pinched his cheeks making him hiss. “Get that awful scowl off your face. You have to be the image of perfection.” She folded her arms as she stood to his right. “Isn’t that right Masaru?” She asked her mate who stood next to their son.

Masaru looked to the two blonds. Bakugou was still scowling, clearly not wanting to be part of any of this. Masaru gave his pup a kind smile. He placed his hands on his son’s cheeks. He looked him once over. He placed a soft kiss on Bakugou’s cheek. “You look amazing, Katsuki. Just be yourself.” He advised. This made Bakugou instantly ease up at his dam’s words.

“No, do anything but that.” Mitsuki told him as she shook her head. “If you want to woo the Emperor, you have to be esteemed.” Bakugou’s eased state left as quick as it came. He glared at his sire with fire in his eyes. Masaru sighed in dismay, seeing that his effects of calming his son was flown out the window. The two began to bicker amongst themselves.

Next in the que to be introduced to the emperor were the Todorokis. Todoroki stood next to his older brother, Natsuo. Natsuo had his head up as he stood dutifully next to his younger brother. Natsuo looked over to Todoroki. Even though the youngest son of the Todoroki empire was quiet in nature and stoic as always, Natsuo could see that he was nervous. It was the smallest of things. How his breathing picked up and how his fingers, moved under his long sleeves.

Natsuo chuckled. “Don’t worry, Shoto. You are the image of perfection, you do not need to fear.” He told his brother. Todoroki looked over to Natsuo unsure but he nodded his head. Natsuo could see he wasn’t entirely convinced. Natsuo moved a strand of hair out of Todoroki’s face to be behind his ear. He smiled. “I’m being serious Shoto. This doesn’t define you. Just do what you always do.”

Iida Tenya stood at your side as the group in front of you went back to enjoying the evening. “Next we have the Royal family of the Todoroki Empire.”

Natsuo faced forward. “Show time.” He whispered. He stepped forward with Todoroki at his side to stand in front of you. Natsuo himself wasn’t there to say anything but was just a chaperone to his younger brother.

Todoroki looked up at you. His eyes widened ever so slightly at being faced with you face to face. You sat with such an eased posture yet there was an aura of confidence to you and how you held yourself. Todoroki bowed his head, his hands together in front of him covered by his long sleeves. The two long strands framing his face ever so delicately opposed each other, red and white. “Your majesty.” He greeted.

You smiled down at him. The image of grace and effortlessness. The Todorokis were an advantageous partner to have. Not one that you or your Empire desperately needed but it would be nice to have them on your side. Yet you weren’t one to choose a partner based off of how advantageous they were. You were interested in this silent prince that seemed chackled to his position. “Prince Shoto Todoroki of the Todoroki Empire.” You nodded your head to another royal. “I am glad that you were able to join us for our season. I hope you have been enjoying your time in my Empire.”

Todoroki had his head down in submission to your rank as Empire. His posture and poise the image of perfection and was clearly the envy of this season from the gazes he was receiving. Some from Omegas and their dams and sires in envy and annoyance, others in admiration and some from Alphas in want and interest. He caused attention in his own silent cold way. “My time here has been more than pleasant, your majesty. Thank you for your hospitality.” He answered without fault nor flaw.

That had you even more intrigued. You wanted to see a side to him that wasn’t flawless, that wasn’t sculpted to perfection. You wondered whether you could bring that side out of him. You would have to keep Todoroki around to see. “Good. Do you have any hopes for this season?” You asked.

Todoroki looked up at you, his heterochromic eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second. An iron grey and a chilling blue. He looked at you through his lashes before returning his gaze lower away from your eyes. “Only the best, your majesty.” You noticed the smallest of smirks on his lips.

You adjusted your seating now that you got a glint of that hidden side to him. You scoffed silently as you looked down at him intrigued. Todoroki’s shoulders “I strongly agree with that answer, Prince Shoto.” dropped slightly in relief of now having your interest. You brought your hands together. “I hope you enjoy this evening and you have a blessed season.” You concluded.

“Thank you, your majesty.” He thanked you with another bow. He stood up straight. He followed Natsuo who took him away from you, his head facing forward.

You looked to Iida to introduce the next one. “Next we have the Marques of our Empire, the Kirishimas.”

You turned your gaze back forward. In front of you were the infamous Generals of your armies. The Kirishima family was known for their strength and their skills on the battlefield. They were the most loyal family you had ever had the pleasure of meeting and were known for their presence of being beasts among men.

Standing in front of you was a member of your court, Marchioness Tekea Kirishima with her mate Marchioness Yua Kirishima. The two of them were chaperoning their son, who was in front of them. Eijiro Kirishima. He had the broadness of a Kirishima, not as tall as his Alpha sire but still held a strong presence to him. Not a conventional Omega and that is what made you interest.

He bowed at the waist one arm bent in front of him. He looked up at you with candle apple eyes that were red but had a sweet pink hue to them. His wide big eyes made delicate with the way his perfect lashes swept every time he blinked. “Good evening, your majesty.” Kirishima bowed before  you, a soft smile on his face. It seemed like a smile that belonged there, genuine and eased.

You smiled back at the sincerity to him. He clearly held everything on his sleeve before him. “Evening, Marquess Eijiro Kirishima, son of Leading Marchioness Takea Kirishima.”  You greeted him back. You decided to tease him a bit. “I hope you have enough grace of that of your swordsmanship.”

Kirishima chuckled, his eyes still down casted. He knew what you were on about. Being a Kirishima, he grew up more on brute force and having to be strong. His family taking pride in their abilities in combat, no matter the second gender. Often that put him at a bit of a disadvantage than the other Omegas that were overcome with growing up to be dainty and delicate. He was always a bit to muscular or overall big. But he grew up lake any other noble Omega having to learn etiquette, dancing and how to hold out your pinkie at a certain angle.

Kirishima was a hard worker, a dedicated learner and never let anything stop him. “You flatter me, your majesty.” He said with a slight chuckle to his voice. “However, I believe that everything has an element of grace to it, from dancing to sword fighting. You need not worry about me, your majesty.”

You laughed lightly at his response. Kirishima immediately looked up at you once he heard your laughter. It was a rare commodity to him. One that was real and one that he caused. “Worry about a Kirishima? Have more faith in me and your house, Marquess.” You shook your head, but had a broad smile on your face. “Your house has never once disappointed the crown nor those that have sat on it. My family and pack is eternally grateful for the efforts that your house has put towards the throne.” You looked over to a beaming Takea Kirishima. You nodded your head towards him in recognition. Takea and Yua both bowed towards you at the compliment.

“Thank you, your majesty.” Kirishima spoke full of pride in his name. “Your favour is highly appreciated.”

“As you can see Marquess Eijiro, I could not have more faith in your house. I have faith in you.” You smiled down at him. “That I am certain.” You sent him a small wink. His eyes widened slightly and his face burned with heat as he flushed. He looked away from you making you chuckle. Omegas were too cute to tease. “I hope you enjoy this evening, and you have a blessed season.” You sent them off.

“Thank you, your majesty.” He thanked you, standing up to his full height.

You hummed almost silently as you watched them leave. You wanted to keep him around as well. You found him cute.

“The heir to the throne of the All Might Lands.”

You turned your attention back in front of you. Another cute one. Standing in front of you was a curly green haired man. He had big green eyes that were as green as grass and looked just as fresh. He bowed before you at your presence, willingly and knowingly. He seemed to also wear his heart and his sleeve. He had a soft smile on his face. “Greetings to the Great Ocean, Emperor Y/N.”

You smiled as you leaned to the side slightly. To have an heir to the throne of a neighbouring land address you as such with such a deep bow, you felt a surge of confidence in that. “You praise me, Prince Izuku. I hope you have been finding my lands and gardens to your satisfaction.”

Midoriya kept his head down and nodded. “Your lands, especially the royal gardens, are beautiful, your majesty.”

You chuckled. You motioned to him. “They must be nothing compared to your lands.” You told him.

The All Mighty Kingdom was known for their field of open flowers and fresh greenery. They had such fertile lands and soil that grew the best produce. Not to mention it was as if being part of nature itself being there. They were beautiful fresh and green as far as they eye could see. It was more of a farming kingdom, very peaceful and often abstained from any political conflicts unless necessary.

Midoriya was titled air to the throne as he saved his village from raging monsters from the north. He was titled the People’s Prince for always giving back to his community and spending more time with them than anywhere else. When King All Might asked to meet the young Omega, he instantly grew fond of him (and his mother). Thus after King All Might got married to the now Queen Inko, Midoriya was given title of heir as King All Might had not sired any pups during his long reign.

Midoriya shook his head. “Your majesty, thank you, but if I may…” He looked up to you, meeting your gaze for just a moment, asking for permission. You raised your head with a brief nod granting it. He released a small breath. He stood up straight and took a step forward. His hands together. “I believe it is the arrangement of the flowers that truly make it beautiful. Nature’s unique arrangement of a flower field, in its disorder with rare pattern or reason, holds a uniqueness to it. So with your gardens,” He motioned with one hand. “The arrangements of every bush of roses or grown tree is mesmerizing.”

You were glad about his answer. You looked down at your lap. “My dam organized the arrangements. She handles everything to do with the gardens.” You turned your head to the side, quiet for a moment. You had a thought. “Prince Izuku.”

The Omega perked up at his name and title. He straightened his posture and turned all his attention to you. “Yes, your majesty?”

“I would like to have you work on an arrangement for the upcoming picnic soon.” You turned your sights back on him. “If what you say is true, I want you to impress me.” You fiddled with one of the many rings on your fingers.

His eyes glinted in hope of the challenge. Being given a task by you, the emperor to prove himself was a great an honourable thing. He smiled and nodded his head excitedly. You chuckled at the action finding it cute. “Yes, your majesty. I won’t let you down.” He bowed.

“I doubt you will.” You expressed. “Enjoy your evening, Prince Izuku and I hope you have a blessed season.”

“Thank you, your majesty.”

You watched him leave too. The heir to the AllMighty lands. You wondered if going after him would be a good idea. He seemed sweet, cute and determined but at the same time if you obtained the lands through him it would heighten your empires worth but make you a target as well. You would have to be very careful on who you chose. Sometimes the choice your heart wants isn’t what your empire needed.

“The Dukes of our Empire, the Bakugous.” Iida announced taking you out of your thoughts.

You turned your head forward and then you saw the Omega you had often heard the name of at court. Behind him stood his parents, chaperoning. Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou. Mitsuki, a member of court, and a force to be reckoned with. If her son was just like her as they all said, he would be a tough one to crack.

Bakugou looked up at you on your throne. Nothing passive or unyielding about him. He was a challenge. You liked challenges. His red eyes burned into yours like that of pure melting lava and his flawless skin seemed almost that made of actual porcelain. He was enviously attractive and yet held an expression as if you had knowingly kicked his dog. He bowed in front of you, head down, but you felt it was more customary for him than he was doing so willingly.

You hummed as you tilted your head to the side. “Duke Katsuki Bakugou.” You looked him over in intrigue. “How are you?”

Bakugou felt revolted by such a question. How was he? He would feel better if he wasn’t trapped in such extravagant clothing meant to make him look like a prized bird. He kept his face without emotion. “Well, your majesty.”

You could tell he wasn’t giving you a full honest answer. An answer to please you and a general one to make it so that he wasn’t lying. Yet you wanted a real answer from him. “I hope you are enjoying the night?” Bakugou  hesitated to answer. There. You sat up at that, ever so slightly. The answer you wanted to hear. If you pushed a bit you might get it. This whole evening up until Todoroki most of the answers were given to you just to please you or to make them look good. You wanted a true unfiltered answer. If you were going to pick Omegas as your consorts you wanted to truly know them. “Speak your mind.” You granted him allowance.

Bakugou frowned and the moment Mitsuki noticed that she felt doomed. She withheld a deep sigh knowing her son was going to throw all this effort away. Bakugou straightened up slightly. “I feel like a cow to the slaughter.” He expressed plainly to you.

You raised an eyebrow in intrigue. The onlookers watching, watched with wide eyes and pursed lips. There was one thing about Bakugou, it was that he was not afraid to speak his mind. Whether that was a good or bad thing, no one knew. You chuckled. “You feel pampered?” You asked him. “On display?”

He thought about the words you used. “Treated like a prized courtesan in your court more likely.” He was comparing to the way people watched courtesans with hungry eyes and with want to how he felt now. All the season was about to him were Alphas sporting for the most beneficial and best Omega as part of their household and to produce pups. He didn’t want an Alpha who thought of that before thinking of who he was.

You raised an eyebrow. “You assume I treat my courtesans in such a way?”

Bakugou shrugged. “How else would you treat them?”

“I assure you, not how you feel.

“If the knot fits, your majesty.”

The statement went flying out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Bakugou quickly clamped his mouth shut with wide eyes as he realized what he had just said. To you. The emperor. Masaru’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and Mitsuki was seething with rage as she turned to her son. Bakugou covered his mouth with his hands. Kirishima bit down on his bottom lip in fear for what was to come. Everyone was dead silent around you as tension built.

Bakugou never felt such a rush of fear go through his body. His mother always told him his loose tongue would get him into trouble and here he was. Bakugou opened his mouth to apologise. “Your Majesty, I-”

The sound of laughing was heard. Everyone turned their attention to you. You had your head in your hands concealing giggles to yourself, but not longer than a second later did you drop them and look up with a loud laugh. You placed a hand to your chest as you turned to Iida. “Tenya! Did you hear that? Ha!” You chuckled loudly as you turned to look at the dark-haired Alpha next to you. “That was such a witty response, I’ve never thought of it. ‘If the knot fits’. How original.” You laughed. Iida visibly dropped his shoulders, glad you took it as something funny than get offended over it. He let out a soft chuckle. You turned your attention back to the ash blond. You looked at him for a while as your laughing died down. You looked down at Bakugou with a smirk and piercing eyes. The blond felt like he was being observed under a microscope. He flushed and looked down in embarrassment. “I am amused.” You announced. “You amuse me, Duke Katsuki.”

You stood up from your throne catching most of the attention of the evening. You walked to the side of your throne to wear a giant shell was facing upwards towards the ceiling. You placed your hand in the water that filled it and retrieved a beautiful orange shell with white hues to it. You looked at the clip once more, you nodded your head satisfied. You walked over to Bakugou, descending down the 3 steps that put your throne above everyone else. You stood before him and placed the clip by his hair line.

The blond was frozen in his place, extremely confused and thoughtless as to what you were doing. When you were satisfied you looked at it in his hair. A bit out of place but pretty enough to look like an accessory. You turned back up the stairs. Once you reached the top again you turned back to everyone. “Katsuki Bakugou, the Spitfire of the Season.” You announced the first title given this season. The soft gasps and chatter of the announcement soon filled the hall. You looked back down to the blushing blond who stared up at you with wide confused red eyes. “Save me your first dance.” You told him as you turned to sit back in your chair.

“Th… thank you, your majesty.” Bakugou bowed at your presence before walking to join Kirishima, Todoroki and Midoriya silently. He drifted away from his parents towards them. Bakugou looked like he was shaking slightly, eyes wider than they had been and his breathing uneven.

“Katsuki.” Kirishima expressed, staying close to the blond. “You’re shaking.” He whispered as he took the blond’s hands in his own. Kirishima kept his hands over Bakugou’s to try and still him and give him comfort.

“You gave us quiet the scare, Duke Bakugou.” Todoroki expressed hushed as well. They didn’t want to seem rude but they wanted to check in on their friend.

Bakugou felt frozen like he could barely move. Midoriya took place on the other side of Bakugou. “Congratulations Kacchan.” Midoriya praised with half a genuine smile and half a smirk of amusement. “You got a title.”

Bakugou shakily turned his head back to look at you. You were addressing the next Omega after him, a smile on your face like always. Yet even though you seemed focused on the Omega in front of you, it seemed as if your attention was also on their little huddle together. Bakugou turned his head back, his skin pale and his body not cooperating.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

-Glitch1d

Hey Yall. Sorry I've beem MIA on here, but hey, for those of you who haven't seen this on AO3, here it is. The whole fic is linked down below. This was Katsuki's chapter, each boy gets one. I am currently working on the Second chapter to Arranged from the KiriBaku Omegaverse week so don't worry.

[mhathotfic]

Crowned prince Shouto who can only indulge in his Omega tendencies behind tightly closed doors because his secondary gender isn’t public knowledge and only the royal family and his personal advisor knows his truth.

Though not even his family knows his advisor not only possesses this knowledge, but is the Alpha who indulges in his tendencies with him

[my-omegaverse-academia]

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.

[thinkingtomydumbself]

ABO-dynamics, platonic or romantic TodoBaku?

Todoroki, who has a delayed presentation (because of unsafe home environment or whatever), and presents as an omega in the middle of their second year as UA students. The rest of his family is all alphas and betas, so none of them has any idea what to do or how to help him. He wants a nest but he doesn't even know where to begin??

Bakugou who presented way early, like at the beginning of middle school maybe, and therefore has had Years to get used to being an omega and what it all entails.

Before Todoroki's presentation, Bakugou was the only omega in Class 1-A. Which was fine, he showed everyone pretty early on that you Do Not mess with this omega. But now suddenly, his instincts are going haywire because he has his first Omega Friend!! And he kind of wants to build a nest and shove Todoroki in it and cuddle a little bit maybe!! Share scents with him!! Bite his cheeks a little!! Keep all the suddenly-overprotective alphas Far Away because who the hell needs them anyway!

Basically clueless new omega Todoroki and violently cuddly omega Bakugou being besties (or more) and Bakugou teaching Todoroki how to do all the omega things!

[dreamy-cloudy]

Omegas of a Villain

 Part 1

 It was a trap.  A fucking trap!

 One moment, I was together with the Pro-Heroes assigned to the mission and the next, they had simply split leaving me alone and at the mercy of an ambush that had been prepared for me.

 On the floor, feeling completely humiliated, one hand completely frozen while the other was immobilized by the only Omega in the Class besides me.  This was my current situation.

- What the fuck are you doing, half and half?!

 Anger and the burning feeling of betrayal were turning my scent sour.  I'm sure the other noticed, but apparently didn't care.  I growled and tried to move my other hand, stopping when he threatened to freeze it too.

 A low beep from a communicator in his ear made the bicolor ignore my threats and curses.

- I have him.  - Said low.

- What the fuck are you talking about?!  Do not ignore me!!

 Shoto rolled his eyes at my irritation and went back to focusing on the conversation.  Suddenly, a resounding sound sounded from the Omega.  He was purring.  A small smile graced his lips as he ended the communication.

- The Alpha is in a good mood.  He's looking forward to reuniting with both of us.

- What?!  Who?

- You will find out very soon.

 A low moan of protest left my lips as I felt a prick in my neck.  It was as if a heavy fog shrouded my thoughts as my vision grew more and more blurred.

- Sweet dreams, Katsuki!

   

 I hope you enjoyed!  💕

 See you soon!  💖

  

🇧🇷

Ômegas de um Vilão

Parte 1

Era uma armadilha. A porra de uma armadilha!

Em um momento, eu estava junto com os Pró-Heróis designados para a missão e no outro, eles simplesmente tinham se separado me deixando sozinho e à mercê de uma emboscada que havia sido preparada para mim.

No chão, me sentindo completamente humilhado, uma das mãos completamente congelada enquanto a outra estava imobilizada pelo único Ômega da Classe além de mim. Esta era a minha situação atual.

- Que merda você está fazendo, meio a meio?!

A raiva e o sentimento ardente de traição estavam deixando o meu cheiro azedo. Tenho certeza de que o outro percebeu, mas aparentemente, não se importou. Rosnei e tentei mover a minha outra mão, parando quando ele ameaçou congelá-la também.

Um baixo bipe de um comunicador em sua orelha fez o bicolor ignorar minhas ameaças e xingamentos.

- Eu tenho ele. - disse baixo.

- Que porra você está falando?! Não me ignore!!

Shouto revirou os olhos pela minha irritação e voltou a se concentrar na conversa. Subitamente, um som retumbante soou do Ômega. Ele estava ronronando. Um pequeno sorriso adornou os seus lábios quando ele encerrou a comunicação.

- O Alfa está de bom humor. Ele está ansioso para se reunir com nós dois.

- O quê?! Quem?

- Você vai descobrir muito em breve.

Um baixo gemido de protesto deixou meus lábios quando senti uma picada em meu pescoço. Era como se uma névoa pesada encobrisse os meus pensamentos enquanto minha visão ficava cada vez mais turva.

- Bons sonhos, Katsuki!

  

Espero que tenham gostado! 💕

Até breve! 💖

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

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

Omegaverse Key

Masterlist

̶̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ Requests open　 ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶

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."

Masterlist

[thehusbandoden]

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

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

General info:

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.”  

~~~~~

Sho's Masterlist | Masterlist | Navigation | You can tip me here <3

Reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated! Reblogs spread and therefore support my work while feedback help me improve and continue to write. <33

~~~~~

Do not copy, repost, nor plagiarize my work. Ask before you translate or use my work in any way, minus reblogging.

[saiyanmyname]

I don't know if you do asks but I can you do Endeavor x reader Omegaverses... fluff with the Todoroki family?! no fights, mean remarks do slip but mama reader is a sensitive omega ^w^

Oooh! Omegaverse has been on my list for some time now. Big soft Alpha Enji doting for his precious omega 🤌 yes please! I’m not the fastest writer but will get something written for this 😊

And here it is (this is my first time writing Omegaverse so sorry if anything is incorrect).

It was a soft sort of Sunday. Awakening beneath the warmth of the covers. You inhaled deeply, the scent of your alpha, still coating the sheets and hanging like warm cinnamon bread in the air of your shared bedroom. You turn, swinging your legs out from the heat, the air is cool. You need your Alpha, need his warmth. You get up, legs a little sore, you guess your heat must have been rougher than usual. You’re just glad Enji was there, to look after you through it.

You make your way to the top of the stairs, leaning on the sweeping banister. You can hear Fuyumi bickering with Shoto, giving him a lecture on the importance of schoolwork, she really was becoming a good schoolteacher. There’s electronic music, in the background, Toya and Natsuo are playing some video game together, you hear them descending into fits of laughter.

Then, there he is. Looking up a you, from the bottom of the stair case, with a tray of breakfast. He’s glad to see you’re awake, eyes gleaming softly like the morning sky, lips gentle, smiling.

“I was just wondering whether to wake you.” He says as you descend towards him.

He closes his eyes as you approach him, inhaling the sweetness of your scent. From the moment he met you, he knew he’d have to knot you. You’re enough to send him straight back into a rut, but he knows he has to be patient for now. Wait for you to recover a little at least. He looks at you knowingly as he leans down to kiss you. A taste that almost instantly makes you a mess of need and want all at once.

“I thought you’d still be tired out…” He teases. “That was… a tough heat.” He says low against your ear so you feel his breath against you skin. Enji can’t help but wonder what it is you do to him, his gentle omega.

“Yeah! We heard… literally everything.”

You didn’t know anyone had approached the pair of you, standing in the corridor, you’d been too lost in your Alpha’s eyes to notice Toya standing there, leant against the wall with a grin that knew far too much.

You couldn’t help but blush, leaning into the thick bicep of Enji who stood, still holding the tray.

“Less of that.” Enji snapped, tone protective, stepping in front of you. “I thought you were playing Street Fighter with Nat anyway?” Enji continues, trying to get rid of the adolescent nuisance.

“I was but…” Toya raises his voice. “SOMEONE’S A SORE LOSER!” He teases his younger brother. Natsuo replies with curses making Fuyumi tell him off. You couldn’t help but smirk a little.

It was strange, how you’d become their adopted mama. You hadn’t been his first omega, in fact, he rarely spoke of her. All you knew was that she’d left, leaving the Alpha with four children and a chaotic house to run.

You make your way to the dining room, following close to Enji, he’s so big, so warm and there’s just something so reassuring about him. The way his scent drifts like candles and burned sugar through the hallway.

Enji sets the warm food down at the table for you. Did he tidy that up this morning or did the kids do it? You could have sworn the dining room was a mess of amazon boxes and paperwork last night, but you were too tired to clean it up. Fresh flowers were now at the centre of it, your favourite blossoms.

“Enji, did you?” You ask, grabbing the cup of hot beverage also set in front of you.

“I know they’re you’re favourite.” He answers, kissing you on the cheek, grabbing a plate from the rack and drying it up.

“I know they’re your favourite.” You hear a mock low voice coming from outside the kitchen door. “Can you guys be anymore gross? By the way can Deku and Kachan come over later?” It’s Shoto. He continues, opening the fridge to take out a can of pop, but his father stops him from closing it.

Was it really gross? You felt a little self-conscious, it must be awkward for them, to have a strange omega in the household. A strange scent around the place they called their home.

Enji knew you well though, noticed the pout on your bottom lip, the eyes that cast away from him and down towards your plate.

“Apologise and I’ll think about it.” He demanded to his son.

Shoto looked at you, knowing from his father’s tone that he’d done wrong. Actually, he felt kind of bad, he was only teasing, he didn’t know it would upset you. Since their birth mother had left, you’d been so good to all of them, always making time for them, something his father hadn’t always been so good at, but since he’d met you, he was getting better at it.

“I’m sorry.” The teenager apologised sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” You replied, you could see he really did mean it. “You should invite them over, I’ll make those brownies you guys like later.” That perked him up, as he raced out of the kitchen with a smile, hurrying away from the, still angered, face of Endeavor.

The day went on a softly as it started, it was nice to be in this house, it was nice to feel part of a family. By evening you found yourself exhausted, having made the brownies you’d promised the boys, watching the three of them scoff them down, even though Endeavor told them not to eat them while they were still warm.

It was late, by the time that you’d finally got some peace, snuggling under a blanket on the comfort of the giant sofa, nuzzling into your Alpha’s chest while you caught up on some TV. Large fingers ran through your hair, enjoying the texture against his skin, the warmth of your body against his.

“I hope you feel at home here.” He said softly, pulling you closer, grazing his lips across your forehead. Eyes showing a little worry. More than anything, he wanted you to feel safe here.

You smiled, leaning into him closer.

“Of course I do. I love being around you, and your family.”

“Good.” He replies. “They’re your family too now though, since we’re knotted.”

You kiss along his jaw, leaning up in his arms.

“I know… I’m happy here, happier than I’ve been anywhere else.”

Enji leans down, nuzzling you against his face. “Hmm.” He grunts contentedly, the feel of his omega in his arms lulling him into a trance. “Me too.”

[jaymadii]

CHANGE OF HEART [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader]

You and Bakugo had a complicated history to say the least; in the romantic sense. Back in your UA days you had attempted to court him. You two had been doing this sort of dance around each other for a while; he’d ask to to scent things for him like blankets and pillows for his nest — something about having a familiar alpha’s aroma helped a mateless omega’s heats be more bearable. In return, you occasionally asked Bakugo to scent a hoodie or one of your shirts for you to defer away unwanted attention from some of the more pushy omegas (mostly Hatsume).

You had gotten your wires mixed and mistaken Bakugous comfortability with you as attraction. You had spend hours picking out the perfect courting gift for Bakugou, even going as far to ask Izuku’s opinion on the matter. You had settled on a expensive cashmere blanket — sunset orange. It was the kind of blanket that was advertised as peak nesting material. You scented the blanket and sealed it up in a plain box with a ribbon wrapped around it. Simple, like Bakugou would like it.

The humiliation lives with you to this day when you remember Katsuki’s horrified expression when you presented him with the gift, yelling at you and slamming the door in your face, but not before dropping the gift at your feet.

Your relationship was never quite the same after that. You trashed the blanket in the closest bin from his dorm to yours, washed all the clothes that still lingered of Bakugou’s scent, and avoided him for weeks on end. Izuku was kind enough to scent some of your shirts to ward off other omegas, and to let you lay your head in his lap while stroke your hair for a little after you explained why you couldn’t just have Bakugou do it. He would make a good mate for someone one day.

Time heals all wounds though, because as you grew up, and focused more on your hero work, yours and Bakugou’s relationship repaired on at least a professional level. You were one of the few alpha pro-hero’s that didn’t care if they were teamed up with a omega in the battlefield, which ended up with you and Bakugou being partners more often than not. The last alpha they tried to make Bakugo team up with made a snide comment about what was the superior secondary gender, then ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and pretty nasty gash on his head.

That leads you to where you are now: sitting in a bar with all your co-workers/high school friends for a after patrol drink. You were exhausted to say the least, after a day of crime fighting and a not so well night of sleep, you didn’t really feel in a partying mood. But it was rare for all of your schedules to line up for a get together like you used to have, so you put a smile on your face and order two fingers of whiskey. The group had already been here a hour and a half, you had just payed all the tabs and were getting ready to leave. You leaned your head against the back of the booth and closed your eyes— just for a minute to rest them, blissfully unaware of the way Bakugou was side glancing you. Kaminari was going on about a bank robbery he busted a couple of days ago and did you think he was embellishing some of these details? Yes. But it kept the rest of the group in a trance so you were gonna keep your mouth shut about it. Everyone had been drinking pretty heavily, everyone but you.

You open your eyes back up. The bar was loud and smelt like a locker room of different scents. You were tired and grouchy and miserable today. It was times like these to you think about how nice it would be to have some…ahem…stress relief. Your eyes scan the bar area for a minute, zeroing in on the waitress you had earlier. She was a petite brunette with blue eyes and a short skirt. She smelt like a beta, but you could see scent patches on her neck— definitely a omega; a alpha would wear a stronger brand. She must have felt your gaze because the next thing your know she’s looking over her shoulder and batting her eyes at you in a almost seductive way.

You suddenly feel a petite hand on your face following a big shove, “Hey!” You protested, ushering Uraraka’s limbs away from you as she giggled, definitely a little drunk. All eyes on the table turned to the two of you as you struggled to get the wiggle worm to calm down.

“Someone’s making sex eyes at you” she teased in a sing song voice, definitely too loud for any sort of subtlety. The whole group irrupted into “Ohhh” and “Ahhh” and you suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Everyone started their teasing, everyone but Katsuki who was being uncharacteristically quite. You groaned and buried your head in arms, a blush covered your face that was so pink it looked like you were sunburned. Everyone at the table quite down almost instantly, and you allow your eyes to peak just above your arms to access the situation.

“Ahem,” you looked over to your right. The pretty waitress was staring back at you. She had her check book clutched to her chest in a nervous manner and her eyes seemed to look anywhere but at yours. Thanks for being so loud, Uraraka. “Your receipt.” She said, placing the paper on the table and sliding it to you. You nodded, a small smile of gratitude gracing your lips before she turned around and walked away. Your friends broke out into whispers and Kaminari started annoyingly nudging you in the side as you all stood up to leave. You wave him off.

With the receipt still in your hand, you all spit off in your different directions when you exit the bar. You and Bakugou head toward the direction of your car, since you work together it’s not uncommon for you to carpool to or from work, and since you had shared plans with your friends tonight it was decided by him that you would take the both of you. You haven’t heard a peep from the blonde since he yelled at Kirishima for double dipping in the salsa earlier. He had only spoke when spoken to tonight but you brushed that off as him being as tired as you were right now.

“She gave you her number.” He said emotionless, gesturing to the receipt in your hand. You flipped the piece of paper around and well, she did. Written in pretty girlish handwriting was her name, number, and ‘call me’ on the back of the receipt. So that’s why she gave it to you. Your face flushed again at the thought of a pretty omega taking interest in you. Sure there had been omega in the past that had took a shining to you, but most of them you shrugged off in favor of focusing on work or well, when your head was too fuzzy with the thoughts of maybe being with Bakugou. You wanted to know what she smelled like, without blockers on, would your scents be compatible? Of course, it could be a one night stand sort of deal, which would mean compatibility is basically a moot point because it wouldn’t be going anywhere serious. “Are you going to call her?” Bakugo pressed, which wasn’t like him at all. The two of you didn’t talk about your romantic lives ever. It was the one unspoken rule you shared since that dumb night in the dorms.

You knitted your eyebrows together, unsure of what answer he was probably expecting. “I think I will.” You answered honestly, feeling the burning gaze Bakugou had on your hand as you stuffed the receipt into your coat pocket and took your car keys out.

“You don’t even know her.” He argued, his pace slowing as he trailed behind you. There was something in his tone that you didn’t care to decipher, because you stopped trying to understand Bakugo on a personal level years ago. “I didn’t take you for the kind of alpha that sleeps around.” That was a low blow. You turn around, a hand on the drivers side door, and look at him. His eyes were unfocused, and stance was wobbly. How much did he have to drink again?

“Let’s get you home, Bakugo. We have to work in the morning.” You’re gonna brush off his words as after affects of too much alcohol. You were suspecting this to happen, it’s why your only had a sip of your drink the whole evening. Someone needed to drive home. Bakugou’s eyes narrowed in almost a menacing way and he didn’t take anymore steps towards your car.

“No!” He shouted, and suddenly you remember just how public this parking lot is as a passerby send a look your way. “Tell me your not gonna call her! You’re not that kind of alpha!” Your silent for a second, accessing your choices. You could have a loud verbal argument with your co-worker in the middle of the street, or you could put him over your shoulder like a child and take him to the car. You quickly rush over, all but throwing the blonde in the passenger seat of your car as he fight you in a very ungraceful way. “You wouldn’t do that to me.” That made you pause, halfway into bucking Bakugo’s seatbelt you turn to look at him. He had tears in the brims of his eyes and he looked like he was about to have a breakdown. He was a very emotional drunk.

“Bakugo, calm down.” You whispered, you don’t want him to cry. You’ve never seen him cry. You reach out and gently rub his cheek with your thumb, ignoring how your heart dropped to your stomach when he leaned into your touch.

You shut the passengers door on him and got in the drivers seat, Bakugo’s was struggling against the seatbelt. Tears were free falling down his cheeks and his breathing was getting short and rapid. It broke your heart to see the omega in distress over something stupid and meaningless like a phone number. He needed to calm down. You needed to calm him down. You quickly peeled off your scent blockers on your neck, allowing a calming scent to overtake the car. Bakugou found the click release of his seatbelt and launched himself into your lap, straddling your hips, rubbing his face on the sides of your neck, leaving a trail of tears in his wake.

The car was filled with a gentle humming sound. Purring.

_____

It was a surprise you didn’t get pulled over driving home. Bakugo refused to leave your lap, he refused to get out of the car without you when you drove to his place. You climbed up the stairs of your apartment complex to at a time, Bakugo was still in your arms and you had a feeling he wouldn’t let go of you anytime soon. Thank god you only lived on the second floor. As soon as you opened your front door Bakugo lifted his head from your neck, accessing your surroundings as you walked him further inside. He had never been to your place before — your den.

“Alright,” You said as you walked him into your bedroom, you manhandled the blonde on to your bed, met with a whole new wave of purring as you did so. Bakugo looked up at you with hooded eyes, rolling his back on your comforter, coating himself in your scent from the it. You were suddenly met with the scent of a very horny omega. Great. When did he take his scent patches off without you noticing. “You sleep here, I’ll sleep out there.” You ordered, before pointing out the door and to the couch in the living area. You had to be the one to keep a cool head in this situation, no matter how much his scent is making you want to bend his knees to his shoulders and rail into him until morning. He’s probably flexible enough to do it too. You made a move to leave.

Bakugo stared at you for a minute, then his hands had iron grips on your forearm, forcing you back on top of him and caging himself under you — you were dominating him. You could see the outline of his dick in his pants, and you could smell the slick gushing out of him. He was making it very hard to be a gentleman right now.

“I haven’t smelt your scent since high school” he whispered, hands began to stroke your shoulders and neck, a gesture he was hoping would invite you in, closer to him. It was the first thing he said since you had got out of the car. It was true, during high school you wore your scent blockers religiously after Bakugo had rejected you. You had to be with such close quarters with each other that you figured you’d be doing him a favor. You wore them during work for professionalism. The only time you didn’t wear your scent blockers now were when you were at home by yourself. “I’m sorry,”He whispered again, like someone else was gonna hear him. His hand slipped up from your shoulder to your neck, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, just like you did to him in the car. “I’m sorry I didn’t accept your gift then.”

You swallowed, you didn’t want to talk about it. You went five years without bringing it up, why was he bringing it up. “It’s okay.” You whispered back, then tried to untangle yourself from his limbs. You had to get out of here.

Bakugo didn’t let you go, as you tried to get him to release one of his hands he grabbed you with his other, and his legs around your waist, then flipped you over so you were trapped between the bed and him. He buried his head in your neck and inhaled deeply. He missed your scent, he missed you. And he didn’t want you to move on with another omega because of a mistake he made when he was seventeen. He wanted your pups, your mark, a bond. He never seen you take any interest in a omega that wasn’t him. Being here — in your apartment, surround by the scent he missed so much — was overwhelming. Had you ever brought anyone else here?

“It’s not okay.” He said, pining your hands to your side so you couldn’t lift him off of you. “I was miserable without you, you didn’t look at me for months, you asked fucking Deku to scent your shirts for you.”

“You didn’t want to be with me.”

“I’ll always want you.” Your faces were too close, you could feel his breath with every word. “I should’ve realized it then.” Bakugou kissed you, in a sweet and loving manner, it was slow and coordinated. It wasn’t aggressive and forceful like you always thought his kisses would be like. You tasted to alcohol on his tongue and suddenly remember just how much Bakugo had to drink tonight.

“You need to sleep, your gonna have a hangover in the morning.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Not if you don’t stay with me.”

“Just for tonight.”

_____

A/N: I’ll edit and proofread this later, I had a sudden burst of energy to write.

Edited and proofread 7/6/22

[kittycatxoxo1]

Shoto being isolated never learned how omegas worked. His mother is a beta so even if she wasn't in the psych ward she wouldn't know what he was feeling, his brother natsuo is an alpha, touya a omega is dead and fiyumi is a beta.

So shoto never learned how to nest, never really knows what deferent scents mean, doesn't know how to comfort other omegas and doesn't know how to purr only growl because thats what he was raised with, with growls bouncing on the walls of the training room.

When shoto enters UA hes just hit with so many scents sour, sweet, flowery, spicy and...rain? All the smells make him have a headache on his first day.

His second day he notices that when other omegas get upset about a one of the tests another omega would come up, purr and rub their faces together, shoto doesn't know why since he never seen anyone in his family do that and he's to nervous to ask.

His fifth day shows him his father was wrong about something; how his father always told him omegas were the weakest that's why his father trained him like an alpha but seeing how tough aizawa is and how he doesn't have surtton exercises for each second sex makes him realize his father just trained him how an adult would train another adult not a child and endeavor was so so wrong omegas aren't weak, they're tough.

When midorya decided shoto was his friend after the sports festival and tries teaching him about nesting but not really knowing how to teach about scents because he just knew about them since he was a pup, always been around people unlike shoto who was homeschooled till he entered UA.

Shoto still getting intense headaches from everyone's scents finally asked aizawa for help and aizawa is just baffled at how can a omega pup not understand their own body and instincts?

He teaches shoto how to nest, how to scent others in pack fashion/family ways and teaches him how to tell how others feel by scents alone but aizawa also doesn't know how to purr so he takes him to present mic who knows how to purr.

...............

I literally don't know how to end this 😭

(Free to use)

[mhathotfic]

I go on and on about how I think Bakugou loves a mean little Omega who can hold their own

But I think so would Todoroki. I think he likes them a little bitchy in attitude when people deserve it.

Caught his attention when she disregarded an Alpha trying to get pushy with her and just started smacking her gum waiting for him to shut up

“Oh was that annoying? Shocked you understand what that is with the way you run your mouth, get the fuck out of my face”

Made him fall in love when she told another to shut their mouth and let her speak during a meeting.

“Shut your mouth and keep it that way when I’m talking you piss poor excuse of an Alpha, you’re not special so don’t act like you are”

[emjiroki]

My Yakuza Enji drabble as promised

Turned into a bit of a four course meal

Warnings: omegaverse, blood, knotting, mentions of off scene violence, fluff

Likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated and treasured

"Fuck your cunt's so tight" Enji growled, pushing further in. Deeper and deeper until you could feel him heavy in your stomach, "and its all mine isn't it?"

"Yes" you whined against the sheets, your back arched and knees spread wide to accommodate him. You squeaked as his fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you up just enough to get close to your ear as he caged you in.

"Say it again" he rumbled, grazing his nose against the side of your throat where your bonding mark was.

"Y-Yes" you whimpered again, your brain foggy with his smokey burning scent as he fucked into you, the slow drag of his fat cock against your sensitive walls making you grip the sheets.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Alpha, it's yours I'm yours, only yours" you cried as he plunged all the way in, his head tapping your cervix. The purr you felt rumble against your back nearly had you cumming, the sound of your Alpha pleased fed into every primal instinct.

"That's right, little love, all mine," he rumbled with satisfaction, "none of those mutts at the bar get to have any part of you."

Usually, his scent on your skin alone would put anyone out of any thoughts to look at you too long, let alone approach you and try to coherence you into the bathroom. Touya had escorted you down to the bar to grab drinks for Enji’s meeting when things got busy, and the Hostess had let the sake run dry. The brazen Alpha had approached you as soon as you had gotten the order out, not allowing you anytime to say anything before he began blatantly flirting with you and touching your arm. You had flinched away from him and immediately told him to stop, the moment the word left your lips Touya had been behind him, the guys arm twisted up behind his back and firmly told you he would handle the drinks and to head back to the private room. After everything that had happened a few months ago, you knew Enji was going to be merciless on that guy.

Watching him wash the blood off his hands when he had gotten back after he had had Shoto bring you home was all the proof you needed.

"Enji, please" you begged as he began to fuck you harder as you clenched up at the thought of him at the bathroom sink, water running rusty as he scrubbed the blood away.

"What is it baby? Gonna cum already?" He crooned, thrusting as deep as he could and slide his hand around to rub circles against your clit. The high pitched moan said it all for you, your body shaking as you clenched around him. Enji stayed still for a moment, groaning deeply when he was barely able to pull out, your slick smeared all the way up and darkening his happy trail. Just as you were catching your breath he was flipping you over, settling with your legs around his waist and his arms supporting himself over you. He looked so beautiful like this. His crimson hair darkened with sweat, his cheeks flushed, his eyes bright even in the low lighting of your bedroom.

"Kiss me" you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into you, a breathy moan dancing from his tongue to yours as you licked into his mouth. His cock jumped as your heels dug into his back, urging him to move faster. You could feel him fist the pillows behind your head, grunts and groans coming more freely now as the bed began to creak, his hips rolling against yours and pummeling your brain to liquid.

"Want your knot, want your cum" you whimpered against his lips, moaning unabashedly for him as pleasure burned through every nerve.

"I'll give it to you love, breed my sweet omega full of my pups and prove just how much you're mine." You could feel yourself edging on another orgasm as he moved his mouth to your throat, sucking and kissing up a bruise you knew would need to be covered in the morning, your cunt spasming as he groaned into your throat. His knot slid in just as you hit your peak, his growling moan syncing with your breathy shriek as you rode the shocks of your orgasms together, his cock pumping you full of his hot cum until you were warm inside. Enji situated you onto your side, your leg propped up on his waist as he cradled you against his chest with hands at your shoulders and thigh.

"I love you" He breathed against your hair, a purr rumbling soft through his chest as he held you.

"I love you too" you replied, kissing against his collarbones, a soft smile to your lips, a feeling of boldness overcoming you. "I want to have your babies".

[cozzzynook]

Dabi is the type of omega to casually be glued to his alpha no matter how inconvenient.

This became the worlds problem when he met two alphas that matched in his clinginess. Hawks was just as clingy as Dabi and allowed the world to know he was mated and committed to a villain.

Meanwhile Tomura may not be clingy in public like the two of them were but he was their scary guard dog that dared anyone to say anything that could hurt their feelings.

They rewarded him with all the attention he greedily demanded of them, in private of course. He hated being apart of public affection like his two mates but he tolerated their behavior simply because they were his and no one was allowed to hurt who was his.

The same could be said for Hawks and Dabi who hurt anyone who tried to exclude their mate or make him feel left out.

Hawks was a terrifying predator when it came down to it and Dabi was more than happy to let his anger fester and burn anyone who challenged his wrath.

Just thinking of shigadabihawks being so different but so similar and everyone is so confused by it but oddly thinks it fitting and just has to accept it.

[fatkish]

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.

[pinkykats-place]

SFW BNHA fanfics x male reader

Tumblr Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Art not mine - artist KADEART

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please like, comment and/or reblog their work!

Wait...You're Married??

Aizawa x ProHero!Male!Reader {Fluff}

Summary: Class 1-A finds out that their favorite teacher is married...

Love Trigger

Shinso Hitoshi x Male!Reader

Angst to Fluff

Alpha Aizawa x male Omega Reader

Summary: Alpha Aizawa forgets something important at home so his darling mate brings it to him.

Bakusquad (platonic) w/ male reader

Summary: Reader gets some bad news and tries to cope alone.

Confession

Iida Tenya x Male!Reader

Kiri and the Ice Boy

Quick Story and Headcannons

Kirishima x Male Reader

Cold Stone Short Circuit

Kaminari x serious male reader

Klutz

Clumsy Reader paired with Shoto & Shinso (separate)

Meant To Be

Todoroki Shoto x Male!Reader

Summary: Class 1a gets a new boy; he’s closeted gay. After a while he gets close to todoroki and one night he’s really worked up/emotional so he goes to him but accidentally admits he’s into guys.

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

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

»»——⍟——««A/n: Bro stawppp thats so sweet🥲 also I woke up at 5am and saw this and immediately started writing. I’ve lowkey been wanting to read this kinda fic so sorry for the trash grammer cuz I’m writing it on my phone but alsooooo I hope this what you were looking for <33

̶̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ Requests open　 ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶

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