#alpha Shouta Aizawa

[fatkish]

Alpha Erasermic x Mortem Omega Reader: Rehabilitating an Omega

Reader is entered into an Omega facility

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bakubunny]

thinkin abt getting spitroasted by erasermic. shota fucks you so mean you’d think it was a punishment. hizashi coos the sweetest, most condescending praise while he runs his hands through your hair and bucks into you, encouraging you to take him deeper when your jaw is already so wide it hurts. but they know you’re doing just fine from the way you shudder and drool, see how your eyes roll.

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚊 - 𝙰𝙱𝙾 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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

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

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

WC: 4,375

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W-What happened??”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[icyowl]

Nyctophilia

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

Request: none

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

A/N/: please enjoy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll finish these soon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait.”

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

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

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

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

“Okay, true.”

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

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

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

“Do you tire of me?”

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

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

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

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

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

All the while you were smiling against him.

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

“Yes. Yes I am.”

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

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

[eggcompany]

Baby Bakugou's first heat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 ‘ Daddy you smell good’ 

‘What did you call me?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daddy and papa take such good care of me…

[okeutocalma]

Aizawa Shota [Male Reader].

— Você estava esperando por mim? — Shota pergunta. Você está sentado na cama. Ele pisca algumas vezes, tentando lembrar se vocês dois tinham planos de ter um encontro.

— Ah, desculpe. — Ele estremece. — Eu deveria estar aqui. Desculpe.

Shota não quer se atrasar, mas o trabalho de herói não é fácil. Ele está exausto, os olhos mais secos e pesados do que o normal.

— Desculpe. — Ele repete, estendendo a mão para segurar seu rosto. — Vou comprar aqueles sapatos que você queria, ok? — A culpa se instala em seu estômago. Esta não é a primeira vez que ele se esquece dos planos.

— Não, tudo bem Aizawa. — As palavras saíram dos lábios de [Nome] em um tom cansado, passando a mão suavemente pelos cabelos. — Tome um banho, ok? Descanse, depois marcamos novamente.

— Tem certeza? — Shota pergunta com cautela, segurando seu rosto com cuidado. Ele olha profundamente em seus olhos, procurando algum tipo de indicação de como o marido se sente.

Sendo o desastre emocional que ele é, ele é um pouco cego para como [Nome] realmente se sente sobre ele e seu relacionamento.

— Não quero ser um fardo para você.— Ele estremece. Esse é um dos maiores medos dele, ser um aborrecimento para ele.

— Sem problemas Aizawa, tome banho e descanse. — O de fios [claros/escuros] falou em um tom baixo.

Ele pisca algumas vezes. Bem desse jeito? O outro nem grita com ele por estar atrasado ou por ter esquecido, igual as outras vezes.

— …Obrigado. — Shota fala, voz rouca e áspera de tão cansado que está, sorriso fraco, mas sincero.

Você acena, sabia que o marido estava cansado por causa do trabalho… Mas o próprio também já tinha desistido de ter um momento com o marido.

[Nome], estava exausto de tentar ter um momento apenas para si e para Shota, seu amado marido.

Desde que começaram a vida juntos, eles sempre foram uma equipe inseparável, uma dupla que enfrentava o mundo de mãos dadas. No entanto, recentemente, as demandas da vida cotidiana pareciam estar constantemente atrapalhando seus planos de desfrutarem de momentos de intimidade e tranquilidade juntos.

A rotina agitada e estressante do trabalho parecia se estender para suas vidas pessoais, deixando-os com pouca energia e tempo para passarem momentos a sós.

Cada momento de folga era preenchido com compromissos, responsabilidades e tarefas intermináveis. Parecia que o universo estava conspirando para mantê-los ocupados e distantes um do outro.

[Nome] sentia falta dos momentos de conexão profunda que costumavam ter. Sentia falta dos abraços prolongados, das conversas profundas, dos beijos apaixonados que costumavam compartilhar.

As pequenas formas de carinho que fortaleciam seu vínculo pareciam ter sido engolidas pela vida agitada de agora.

Cada tentativa de planejar um jantar tranquilo ou um passeio romântico era frustrada por compromissos surgindo de última hora ou por problemas que exigiam a atenção imediata… Ou simplesmente Aizawa esquecendo por causa do trabalho.

Era como se o tempo se desvanecesse rapidamente, levando consigo a preciosa oportunidade de se reconectar e renovar o amor que compartilhavam… Deixando a relação fria e sem vida.

— Obrigado. — Sussurra, inclinando-se para beijar a bochecha de [Nome] que se afastou,o impedindo de beijar.

— Vá tomar banho Aizawa... não quero que me toque.

Ele se afasta. Não é a resposta que ele esperava, mas ele obedece. Com a respiração dolorosa, ele entra no banheiro e abre o chuveiro, tentando tirar o cheiro de vilões, sangue e fumaça da pele.

Vai demorar muito mais do que um banho para lavar a culpa.

Shota demora um pouco no chuveiro - a água quente acalma suas costas doloridas e os ombros doloridos. Depois de enxaguar a sujeira, ele desliga a água e pega uma toalha. Com um suspiro, ele volta para o quarto, ainda úmido e nu.

Ele abre a porta do banheiro e espia dentro do quarto, estremecendo quando encontra você se escondendo na escuridão.

— [Nome]? — Ele pergunta baixinho, entrando no quarto. — Fiz algo de errado?

[the-bluerecluse]

Health Class

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

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

Intro to my OmegaDekuBowl series

SFW Angst/Fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let’s just hope that isn’t today.

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

…

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Monoma, don’t start.” Kendo growled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Time to talk about heats and ruts!” 

He wanted to sink into oblivion right there and then. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

Flirty. Charm. Flaunting. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speaking of ringing, there was the bell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll have a word with him.”

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

His friends had been courting him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that’d be crazy. Right?

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

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

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

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

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

“Sounds awful.” Bakugou groused. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

The greenette blinked. “Eh? Me?”

“Sure, why not?” 

“Um… well.” 

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

Midoriya ducked his head. 

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

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

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

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

“Of course, sounds fun!” Uraraka said.

“Sure.” Todoroki agreed. 

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, if it’s not too much trouble.” 

“No worries!”

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

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

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

“Really? You guys liked it?” 

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

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

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

“Thanks, Kirishima!”

“Whatever, Shitty Hair.” 

The two took their bowls and utensils and began eating. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[well-i-guess-i-could-write]

TWO Can Play

This is from my drafts-

A bit angsty. Just wanted to try an intense scene for once. Idk though

Lost track of the word count so...word count= long....That is all.

As usual I am a bit of a monsterfucker but this is just some ABO dynamics I wanted to play with.

Reader x Aizawa x Yamada

For the record, you were perfectly satisfied with your life before. Lots of people had weird lives and you were proud to say you had a pretty good one. You had your pretty, overly tired husband, Shouta, his twenty odd practically adopted students, and of course his best friend Hizashi. Hizashi was one of the few people in the world you might say loved and cared for Shouta as much as you did. Hell he might even love him more than you did.

And yet, you'd always gotten the odd feeling that Hizashi didn't exactly like you.

Don't misunderstand, he wasn't rude. He just never took active interest in talking to you outside of Shouta and things related to him. You couldn't blame him for being a little territorial. Hizashi was after all Shouta's Alpha. Well the only Alpha in his life any way.

You were a beta, a friend of Shouta's that had unwittingly fallen head over heals for him in your school days. You hadn't made a move then. Though you didn't think he would have been as receptive as he was three years after graduation. You'd run into him on your way home, he was on patrol abd offered to walk you home. You'd graciously accepted, exchanged numbers and You'd been attached at the hip ever since.

Years later, here you were married, much to the chagrin of most modern society. Very few people approved of your type of relationship. "Betas belong with betas." Well that was the rhetoric anyway. Female betas, of course couldn't impregnate male omegas such as Shouta was. And while Shouta could technically impregnate you, there was a harsh social climate when it came to non-beta/beta families without an alpha. While Omega/omega pairings were less chastised people still didn't like it. Why "waste" a perfectly good omega that could satisfy some alpha?

You and Shouta though, there had been some spark there. Something that he felt was missing. Maybe it was your happy, ready to take on the world attitude that directly conflicted with his. Or maybe he just liked how you were willing to take on the world for him. Either way, you'd both been surprised when he'd proposed to you. At the most inopportune moment, in the middle of a random hallway, in a hospital after he got an injury on the job. He hadn't gotten down on one knee, he hadn't planned it. He just wanted to marry you. And three days later, he did just that, in an intimate elopement ceremony.

Hizashi had been pissed to say the least. He hadn't even been invited! Or told until after the marriage had gone through. He spent two weeks barely talking to Shouta which of course depressed the both of them. They'd hardly gone two days without contact since high school, save for when Shouta went on long missions.

After a while Hizashi had given in, but he'd never quite seen you the same. You were no longer a cute fascination of Shouta's, you were his wife. And that fact irked him more than he could put into words. Not because you were a beta, no, because you had basically stolen his omega.

Hizashi had all but staked a claim on Shouta since that first day of class 1st year. He knew, he just knew that someday he'd make Aizawa Shouta his. What he hadn't counted on was for Shouta to randomly announce to him one night that he had a date. He thought it was a joke or some ploy to make him jealous, get him to stop dragging his feet. But no such luck. Soon you were Shouta's lover, he could smell it the day you'd first made love, then you were Shouta's girlfriend and now you were Shouta's wife. He'd lost out on the love of his life to some random Beta they'd went to school with. A support course student at that.

Lovely.

So yeah, you were pretty sure Hizashi didn't like you, you just didn't know why. You'd all been pretty friendly in high school. You'd assumed it was because you two hadn't invited him to the wedding but you hadn't invited anyone. It was the two of you, a justice of the peace and the first person you could find at city hall, which just so happened to be Toyomitsu Taishiro or fatgum.

But it had been two years since then and Hizashi seemed fine with Shouta. So why just you? The answer to that question came to you sooner than you thought and very unexpectedly.

You had come home early. A half day in honor of a successful first use of a new invention. You wanted to come home and tinker surrounded by the scent of you and your husband. What you hadn't expected was to hear voices coming from the back office that you and shouta had set up for him to grade, or you to tinker around. You took off your shoes and made your way back to what should have been an empty office. You didn't open it, just listened.

"Shouta, I know this is sudden but it isn't like this is the first time I've expressed my feelings to you! You can't be surprised." Yamada?

"I'm not surprised. I won't pretend I am. What I am, is a married man. I took vows Hizashi, ones that I take very seriously. And to be honest, y/n would be very hurt to hear you even suggest what you're suggesting. " Shouta replied.

"I know you don't want to hurt her, Shouta. I know but wouldn't it hurt her worse if she found out after we've already given in to this? There's no way you'd be able to hide it. If not from your need to be honest when it matters than from your scent!" Hizashi argued.

" She won't have to find out about anything, because I don't intend to give in," Shouta said. "No matter how I'm feeling nothing is worth hurting her like that. "

" Which is why you should tell her now. It'll hurt, but It'll hurt way less than if you tell her we mated while you two were married..." A gasp left your lips before you could hold it in and the bag you hadn't put down since entering dropped to the floor. The voices stopped, you could hear the foot steps coming closer to the door, but you didn't bother to move. This was your home too dammit, you had every right to be here. They were the ones betraying you not the other way around.

Shouta opened the door and as you assumed Hizashi was standing in the middle of your office room, unashamed and unhappy with your presence. Like youd just intruded somewhere you shouldn't. Shouta looked completely embarrassed. He wore his usual mussed look, but with distinctly well kissed lips.

You didn't know what you wanted to do. You wanted to slap him. You wanted to scream. You wanted to ask how long they'd been betraying you. You wanted to cry. You wanted to beg him not to leave you. You wanted to know why.

You stopped looking at Shouta. What more was there to say to him? Your eyes drifted to Hizashi and you found yourself asking the question you least wanted to know the answer to. "Have you been fucking my husband?"

"Y/n!" Shouta tried to interrupt. You silenced him with a look.

"Yamada Hizashi, have you been fucking my husband?"

Hizashi was quiet for a moment and then replied, "Would you let us be happy together if I had?"

"Hizashi!" Shouta snapped angrily looking at his best friend.

"No, alright?" Hizashi answered honestly, " The most we've done is kiss. We've kissed a few times. It's never gone beyond that. But I know he wants it to."

"Hizashi! You aren't helping!"

"Why would I want to? Why would I want the man that I love to run off with someone else when I have the chance to fight for you? I tried. I tried just being happy fro you when you two got married but I can't do it any more. I love you, Shouta! That won't change because you deny it!" Hizashi exclaimed.

You could feel the tears threatening your water line. "Shouta, do you love him?" You asked.

He turned back to you, "How I feel about him doesn't change how I feel about you." He said.

"That isn't what I asked."

"It's the truth. I swear, I love you please, please just let me explain. You can go to the room and cool off if you need to, but please don't leave-"

"Save your breath," You instructed turning and picking up your bag. You were pragmatic. Leaving made no sense and it wouldn't fix anything. You went down the hall to the room you shared and slammed the door.

There was yelling outside the door. Most of it undistinguishable. And then a door closed, the front door. Shouta appeared in your bedroom door moments later to find you packing a small bag. You didn't plan to sleep here. But you would talk to Shouta before you left.

"Y/n, I know it was wrong to kiss Hizashi. But please understand, it's happened 3 times the entire time we've known each other. I swear. And this was the first time since you and I have been together." Shouta explained.

"You don't have to explain. You're in love with him, you always have been. I was stupid enough to believe that that changed at some point." You shrugged taking a moment to sit and look at Shouta.

He looked ashamed, " I...do love him. I won't deny that. I won't lie to you. But I won't touch him. I swear, I can control myself. "

"He's an alpha, Shouta! Even if your mind doesn't want to betray me, your body will want to. What happens when you go into heat around him? You'll want him. You'll want him because you want him now and your body will know! "

"I've gone into heat before without touching him without even asking for him!" He argued.

"Yeah, when I was around. You went for me first, should I be happy?" You swiped at your face. "I should have figured it out sooner. You know there was a time when I thought that this may be the case. When we first started dating, we all went out and you talked to Hizashi all night and I felt so left out but then you did something so out of character, you kissed me. Right in front of him. And I felt so special. But it all feels like a lie now!" You cried.

"Y/n, I swear outside of that kiss I have never cheated on you. And I won't. Please, I promise, we are okay!"

"You're in love with another person, Shouta. How in the hell are we okay?"

"I told you my feelings for you haven't changed. I love you! I adore you. I basically worship the ground you walk on; what more do you want from me?"

"I wanted you to be honest with me! I wanted to not walk in on you alone with the other person you're in love with discussing whether or not you're going to leave me. God we have had to fight every day just to be together. Just so people don't look at us and wonder what you and I are doing together. And I thought that it didn't matter. It didn't matter as long as we were fighting together. You were enough for me to fight for. And I find out that, I'm not enough for you and it sucks!" You ranted for a while. Explaining your feelings. How you had always thought Hizashi didn't quite like you. How left out you felt when they would go on rants about hero course things even back in the day. How you'd always felt like he had more in common with Hizashi but never said anything for fear of losing him. And most importantly how you'd swallowed down that feeling in favor of keeping your beloved happy.

By the end of the conversation, you were both in tears. You didn't leave that night. Instead opting for the easy route. You stayed, bag discarded to the floor, and laid in Shouta's arms that night; you were too worn out to leave.

In the morning, you woke up alone. Saturday, no need to rush. And even if it weren't the joys of being your own boss was that you got to set your schedule. You stepped into the bathroom, brushed your teeth, washed your face and stepped into the living room. Surprisingly, three sets of eyes met yours. Nemuri, Shouta, and Hizashi.

You thought of how to handle the presence of the man who had just tried to steal your husband, in your own home. You wanted to rip every strand of gorgeous hair from his stupid blond head. Or scream at him. But instead you raised an eyebrow took a deep breath and said, "Get out, before I do something rude."

"Honey-"

"Get him out of my house, Shouta."

"I told you this was a waste of time, let's go Nemuri," Hizashi implored.

"Sit your blond ass down, Yamada Hizashi," Nemuri demanded. The type of person Nemuri was commanded respect. You'd never understood it, maybe because you were a beta and didn't play these dominance games. But an angry Nemuri seemd to scare even Yamada. Which was funny because to your knowledge Nemuri wasn't an alpha. But she didn't openly disclose her second gender and the scent of her quirk masked her pheromones. You'd never bothered to ask.

"You owe Y/n the biggest apology in the world," Nemuri started "You came into her home and disrespected the entire sanctity of her marriage. You came on to her husband. Kissed him and basically insulted her nonstop. Do you know what it's like to get a 3AM phone call from Shouta. To hear him crying because he thinks he ruined his marriage? Do you understand how terrifying that is?"

" Nemuri-"

" Not a word to me. I am not the one you need to talk to. You did something wrong. I understand having hard feelings but for Pete sake. Shouta was happy. He was happy. Why couldn't you accept that?"

"Because I did. For years. First with Shirakumo, then with her. I have sucked it up for years, so he could be happy. I figured if he doesn't love me, then I'm fine with him being with whoever makes him happy. But when I found out he had feelings for me too I couldn't anymore," Hizashi confessed.

"I told you so that I wouldn't have to hold it in anymore, not so you would kiss me! It wasn't something romantic or a confession of love with intention to be with you, Hizashi! I could never do that to my wife! She doesn't deserve that," Shouta defended. "I just wanted to be honest with you."

"What I didn't deserve was all the lies, Shouta," You snapped.

He quietly lowered his head.

"Don't yell at him! He can't help his feelings!" Hizashi defended.

"Don't yell at me, when you broke the laws of hospitality. You tried to steal MY husband!" You argued.

"I tried to back off for his sake, but he came to me! How was I supposed to respond?"

"How about a conversation? How about coming and talking to me about what you were both feeling? Had it ever occured to you that I might be understanding?!" You screamed flopping down on the couch. The room went quiet. Nemuri stepped between the three of you.

"Okay, talking is a good idea. Y/n tell us how you feel about the situation."

"I feel betrayed. Shouta, until yesterday, I trusted you without question. I let myself ignore that feeling in my heart that said that I wasn't enough for you. That you would need someone else because you said all that stuff about being everything you dreamed and more-"

"You are!"

"Then why did you treat me like you couldn't trust me? Why did you keep me in the dark?"

"Because! You...I...We were good. We were amazing and I was scared that if I told you I'd been having feelings for Hizashi, you would leave me. You would pack up like you started to yesterday and I'd never see you again! I love you so much. I didn't want to risk that," Shouta defended.

"Did you not think I'd be angrier if you lied to me? Shouta," You stood and placed yourself beside your very emotional husband. You'd hardly ever seen him so..scared..so visibly scared. Not since your U.A. days. He reached out and grabbed your hand, holding it tight in his shaking fingers.

"Don't leave me. Please, I need you. I need you. You make me feel....human," he whispered burrowing his face into your neck.

"Shouta...listen to me. You have feelings for Yamada. I understand. Do you love him?"

"I love you," he deflected.

"That isn't what I asked," You refused to let him deflect. Not this time. He sounded so defeated when he answered you.

"Yes," he admitted. 'I'm sorry, I love him. I love him and it hurts because I don't know what to do about it. I love him to the point where his presence sets my world on fire even when he annoys me, which is a lot. I love him so much that my world feels incomplete without him. So I knew I couldn't avoid him to make the situation better. I need him too. I need him like I need you but..different." Tears brimmed his eyes like a water glass filled to the very lip, ready to spill over.

"Shouta," You said sympathetically.

"So what does that mean for us?" Yamada asked.

"I don't know," Shouta admitted. You glanced up to see that Nemuri had excused herself at some point.

"I..." You began, "I don't mind that you need him, Shouta."

"You..don't mind..."

"No...I mean..yes, it bothers me a little. But a part of me always feared you would leave me for an alpha when we first started dating. And at some point I decided to just to trust you. To trust that you loved me enough not to leave me."

"Does that mean you won't leave me either?" He asked. You nodded.

"Even though I have feelings for Hizashi?"

Another nod.

"Even though I don't think these feelings will ever go away?"

Nod.

"Why?"

"Because I need you too. Trying to pack that bag broke my heart. The thought of leaving you, that you might want me to leave, broke even my soul in two. So here is my proposal. I am willing to share." You stated.

"Share?" Yamada asked.

"It's not uncommon among beta culture for one to share their spouse. It's not something I ever saw for myself but..for Shouta I will," You explained

"You would share him with me?" Yamada asked.

"It's not ideal for me!" You defended. "But Shouta and I fought hard to be together. And I'll be damned if I give up so quickly. I will fight for it again. If that means I share my husband with you, then that's what I'll do. I'm not an alpha. I don't get that territorial. So if you can curb your territorial tendencies, we can try to share Shouta. This way he gets what he needs. We put rules in place so that neither of us gets hurt."

"Alright. What kind of rules?" Yamada asked.

"Well for one, we need to find suitable time for him to spend with each of us. We want him comfortable without stepping on each other's toes," you suggested.

"Agreed," Yamada nodded.

"Two, no interrupting each other's time with him."

"Agreed"

"Three, no breeding without proper discussion. "

"What?!" Yamada said, clearly irritated.

"It's unfair to the other partner. I can't get Shouta pregnant. But Shouta can get me pregnant. And opposite around for you two. A child between either of us would cause a massive change. Could you imagine if I got pregnant with no discussion. And suddenly Shouta is a father and your world changes or even the other way. if Shouta got pregnant and suddenly Shouta is a mother and my world changes. It's unfair."

"Alright then we'll have the conversation now! I want to breed my omega! I've waited almost 14 years to be able to be with him. You've had years of opportunity to get pregnant."

"That doesn't matter when we're just starting this out!" You defended.

"If it were me who'd married him first, we'd already have a pup or two!"

"Well, you weren't!"

Shouta who'd been quiet up to this point irritated grumbled, "Enough! This isn't what I wanted. And you two are acting like children! Hizashi, it's too soon for us to have kids. This is new even if we've been friends for a long time. We can't just jump up and breed. Y/n and I have just barely started discussing the possibility of kids. Though I'm pretty sure that idea is shelved now." He sounded so disappointed and looked to you for confirmation.

"It probably should be for now..I'm sorry, Shouta. Just until we settle into this arrangement?" You confirmed

"And Y/n is right a child is a big change. And we should try to avoid any pregnancies until we've decided this can work the way we want it to, okay?"

"Okay," You agreed.

"Okay," Yamada confirmed.

[autisticnonbinaryperson]

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

this is a Aizawa x Present mic smut

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

“Hello, Is this Hizashi Yamada?”

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

“We always hate to say this, but—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You missed your birthday”Yamada said in tears

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck” Aizawa said breathlessly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fatkish]

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

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

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

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

[bakubunny]

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

tw: a/b/o, piss

still tryna process this one tbh. 😔

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

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

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

[phoenixkaizen]

Prompt Idea

Submitted by Anonymous user

Hi! I wasn't sure if this or the "ask away" option was the place to submit story ideas so I hope this is ok! For some reason this idea has been jumping around my head for weeks now and I feel like you could really do it justice, if it appeals to you that is. I love your work so much! 

PhoenixKaizen: I will eventually get back to this! I'm so sorry. I've fallen out of love with writing my BNHA fics. I'm slowly getting back into it. Thank you for being patient with me! I really enjoyed working on Small Bump but right after I received this, I discovered I was pregnant with my second child. It took a toll there for a moment. But I will get back to this! Triggering topics below!

Anyway, the idea is Aizawa and Hizashi had been discussing for a while and finally decided to start a family. Though he won't admit how much he does, Aizawa badly wants to have a baby. Then the USJ happens. Now Aizawa is struggling with fertility issues because of it. Finally Aizawa gets pregnant, only for him to have a traumatizing and brutal miscarriage in the middle of class. My brain is split between class 1-A knowing about the pregnancy when this happens or Aizawa having to explain to them after the fact that he miscarried. 

After this Aizawa becomes depressed and is ready to give up on his dream of having a child and is too scared to try. The couple stops seriously trying. But then by some miracle Aizawa gets pregnant again. The pregnancy is rough but finally him and hizashi have a baby. 

That's my idea, if you aren't into it no worries. I think my brain was trying to fill the void while I wait for an update to "I Want It That Way". 

[queentheweeb]

MHA Masterlist

Started: 06/04/2023 or 04/06/2023

Edited: 06/19/2023 or 19/06/2023

Male Readers:

Izuku Midoriya X Quirkless Autistic Male Reader

Denki Kaminari X Shy Male Reader

Katsuki Bakugo X Shy Autistic Male Reader

Shota Aizawa X Male Reader X Hizashi Pt 1

Shota Aizawa X Male Reader X Hizashi Pt 2

Denki Kaminari X Male Reader

Ejiro Kirishima X Autistic Male Reader

Fumikage Tokoyami X Shy Male Reader

Tamaki Amajiki X Male Reader

Shota Aizawa X Quirkless Autistic Male Reader

Hanta Sero X Trans FtM Reader

Hitoshi Shinso x Autistic Neko Male Reader

Correctional Officer Izuku X Male Prisoner Reader

Hawks X Autistic Male Reader

Female Readers:

Shota Aizawa X Autistic Female Reader

Mirko X Female Reader

Bully Midoriya X Female Reader X Victim Bakugo

Hound Dog X Female Reader

Flirty Izuku X POC Mid-sized Female Reader

Hanta Sero X Shy American Female Reader

Izuku X POC Female Reader (Xmas Edition)

Midnight X Female Reader

Villain Izuku X Shy Female Reader

Tenya Iida X Shy Female Reader

Mashirao Ojiro X Tenya's Sister Reader

Bakugo X Skinny Dysphoric Fem Reader X Shoto

Mezo Shoji X Female Mutant Type Reader Pt. 1

Mezo Shoji X Female Mutant Type Reader Pt. 2

Ejiro Kirishima X Shy Female Reader

Yandere Overhaul X Female Reader

Overhaul X Female Reader X Chronostasis

Tomura Shigaraki X Villain Female Reader

Kirishima X Mute Female Reader X Bakugo

Shoto Todoroki X Autistic Female Reader

All Might X Quirkless Autistic Female Reader

Monoma X Blind, Deaf Female Reader X Shinso

Gang Orca X Fem Reader Pt. 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Finale

GN Readers:

Yandere Edgeshot X GN Reader

Best Jeanist X GN Reader

Jiro X GN Reader X Momo

Mezo Shoji X GN Little Reader X Ojiro

Bakugo X Non-binary Reader X Izuku

Asui Tsuyu X Non-binary Reader

Tenya Iida X Non-binary Tourette's Reader

Mina X GN Reader X Ochako Uraraka

Shoto Todoroki X GN Reader

Shouta Aizawa x GN Pro Hero Reader

Character X Character

Alpha Izuku Midoriya X Omega Ejiro Kirishima

Alpha Denki Kaminari X Omega Mezo Shoji

Alpha Hitoshi Shinso X Omega Denki Kaminari

Alpha Denki Kaminari X Omega Koji Koda

Alpha Shoto Todoroki X Omega Hanta Sero

Alpha Ejiro Kirishima X Omega Hitoshi Shinso

Alpha Koji Koda X Omega Mezo Shoji

[eggcompany]

Virgin's First Popped Knot Part 1

Shinsou goes to Aizawa to learn how mating really works. Aizawa and Hizashi give him a live demonstration. Hitoshi however hasn't ever had a knot and he hasn't ever popped a knot before and this is his first time with a heating omega. Thankfully Shota and 'Zashi are very good teachers. (No student x teacher. No underaged.)

“See if you sit back on your own heels, you can feel the either dense wall that seals off the channel or the rim of the channel if they’re in full fertile heat or the soft thin wall of they’re in infertile heat. Right now since Hizashi’s not nearing a heat, his wall is thick and dense. It does still feel nice, doesn’t it?” Aizawa explained to the young hero as he shifted his weight onto his butt which rested on his heels. He looked down at his husband who looked rather bored.

Hizashi smiled and nodded. 

“Yep. Feels like when you get your feet rubbed.” Hizashi said and Shinsou looked confused. 

All of it was so confusing 

He’d come to Aizawa, his hero course teacher and idol, for advice about how to knot. However Aizawa tried to explain to him but he’d called Hizashi and they decided to give him an in person demonstration. It wasn’t uncommon to ask your ‘guide’ to physically show you how to knot or handle a heat. Most of the teachers were licensed guides for young adults or adolescents. However Hitoshi wasn’t confident or brave enough to ask anyone else for help. 

Now here he was, sitting in Hizashi’s radio chair that they rolled over to the bed, paying attention closely as his teacher talked like he wasn’t balls deep in another guy. 

“Does it not- um does it not like feel like good? Like um arousing?” Shinsou asked. He’d gotten over being embarrassed when Aizawa had told him about Omega pre-heat purges and binges. (Omegas basically ‘clearing their systems’ and then eating all heat.) He’d tried to ask any questions that had come to mind. 

“Not really. Now there’s a spot a little- oof! Yeah there! A little closer to the entrance that feels really good!” Hizashi said and smiled a little breathlessly. As Aizawa pulled his hips back, dragging his cock along Hizashi's prostate. 

“Everyone has that though. It’s called your prostate and yes even alphas have them. They’re similar to a female g-spot. It doesn’t take much to hit it either. On either side of it are the slick glands so if your partner isn’t slicking without a little encouragement, it’s easy to stimulate with your fingers, or gently with just the tip of your penis. Usually if you want to tell them where it is, it’s half way up their cock, and the size of their thumb.” Aizawa explained and then showed Shinsou. Aizawa reached up and took both of his thumbs and placed them on either side of Hizashi's small cock, right in the middle. 

Shinsou nodded, that was something he’d never heard about. He thought it’d be much… bigger. He’d watched a lot of porn and it always seemed like something that should be a large target of a sort. 

“See even out of heat a bit of stimulus and they give. I’ll bring you some wipes when we’re done, sorry honey.” Aizawa said as he reached down and gathered some slick that was starting to bead around his cock. He wiped his fingers, once showing Shinsou, onto his discarded underwear. 

“It’s fine. No harm no foul.” Hizashi mumbled as Shinsou intently watched his hole. He noticed that Aizawa’s cock was at a rather extreme angle, pointing up into Mister Yamada s hole and not…. Straight. Not just in. 

“But what if it’s too much pressure there? Like if you, hypothetically, have a kinda thin… skinny partner. Wouldn’t it hurt their stomachs?” Shinsou asked. He knows his cock is big. Big for a seventeen year old. And well… if he was gonna share a bed with Denki… he didn’t want to hurt his hopefully to be mate. Even through the muscles of Mister Yamada’s stomach there was a bit of a bump.

“Well I wouldn’t know. You know everything you say to us right now we will not hold against you or anyone else you mention.” Aizawa said when he saw the panic on Shinsou's face. Shinsou breathed deeply for a second and thought it over. It’s best to get all questions answered properly. 

“Um… it’s Denki Kaminari… we’ve been dating since I got to the hero course. We won’t do it in the dorms! We got a place at a hotel… um but I don’t wanna hurt him by doing.. that .” Shinsou said and pointed to where Hizashi was laying on his back with his hips pulled up to sit on Aizawa's. It was an odd position but he’d seen it in porn and he knows it’s common. 

“Oh yes, young Denki is quite thin. Perhaps not this position then. Hizashi can you just present for me please?” Aizawa said after thinking of it. The young blonde was NOT a person he thought the lavender headed boy fancied. But he understood, loud blondes are a type. 

Hizashi pulled at where Aizawa was grasping his thigh and pulled. 

“Yeah yeah, lemme have my legs.” He said as Aizawa pulled himself out of Hizashi's wet hole. Shinsou thought that Mister Yamada would be a good guide for Denki. Someone who was thin and had lots of experience. 

Hizashi rolled to his stomach and then got on his hands and knees on their bed. His back was straight for a moment before Aizawa rubbed his calf. Then his back dipped and arched. 

‘ Wow… real presenting. I wonder how long they’ve done this…’ Shinsou thought as he looked at how relaxed and calm they both were. They must have been guides for years now. 

“This is usually what comes most naturally  but if not it’s easy to manipulate. Hands and knees at first. It’s easiest to perform any foreplay and to stimulate the slick glands here. They can either be up on their hands, like this, or down on their elbows.” Aizawa explained as Hizashi dropped down so he was down on his elbows, arms crossed in front of him.  “Thank you Hizashi. When the actual coupling begins, you should be up either on your knees, some prefer to stand if they’re quite a bit shorter than their partner, see how I’m not quite even?” Aizawa said as Hizashi yawned and rolled one of his ankles, relaxing deeper into the position. Aizawa moved to stand up on his knees and scoot to be in between Hizashi’s spread legs. Aizawa had shorter legs than the blonde so the omega’s hole was higher than his cock. 

“Ye-yessir” Shinsou said . This was the position he’d seen the most. A breeding stance. If you wanted babies you did this. This was a baby making pose. He felt dirty being there while they were in this position. He almost laughed at himself because of the thought because it was so… childish to think like that. Everyone who got heat or rut was shown this pose and the meaning of mating and he was blushing like a cherry just seeing it. 

“Easily fixed. Simply spread their knees out a bit more and that brings their bottom lower. If they get a bit uncomfortable because of how they’re spread, offer a pillow to support. Or two.” Aizawa explained and pushed Hizashi's knees with his hands so the other man’s ass was a bit lower than his cock. He then pulled two pillows from the head of the bed to put under the omegas stomach and hips. 

Hizashi let the cushions at his weight. 

“Thank you.” Hizashi mumbled and laid his head on his arms. It was nice laying here after a long hard day at work. His mate smelled nice and happy, his nest was clean, and he had just eaten dinner and showered. His alpha took such good care of him. Hizashi knew that young Hitoshi was a calmer, more timid young man so it was all the better if he himself stayed nice and calm. Lucky enough that was easy for Hizashi right then. 

“It’s your duty to make sure they’re comfortable and that they also enjoy it. That’s why it’s so important to make sure they’re slicking properly. If you feel them tensing or their slick glands start throbbing, immediately stop and ask if anything’s wrong. Slick glands are usually extremely sensitive during heat. Most people will freely slick during heat but if they grow sore from nervousness during sex they can tear and that is… horrible. You never want to tear a slick gland.” Aizawa explained and pushed himself back into Hizashi's wet hole, all the way over his knot. Aizawa rubbed at Hizashi's hip for a moment while speaking. 

“Okay, um… Mister Aizawa?” Shinsou asked, amazed at the way Mister Yamada stretched so easily over Mister Aizawa's… huge knot. 

“Yes Hitoshi? You can just ask.” Aizawa said in a more teacherly nice voice. He was trying to make it easy for young Hitoshi to just ask any questions. He’d been a guide for a dozen years, and in his opinion Shinsou was doing very well. 

“Um… I’ve never um I’ve never popped a knot before .” Shinsou whispered and leaned forward and looked at Aizawa's eyes. Hizashi almost awed, boy’s usually popped their first knot during eighth, ninth grade. Not their fourth year of highschool. Shinsou’s anxiety probably delayed him. 

“Who’s going to be your guide if you’re at a hotel? One of the graduated students? Denki’s mother?” Aizawa questioned. A first coupling and a first knot? No wonder Shinsou needed to ask for help. Usually an older friend or mother of the omega would be their guide. 

Shinsou looked down nervously, picking at his hands. 

“we don’t have a guide.” He mumbled. They knew they needed one but Denki's mom was busy and they didn’t know any upperclassman or graduates that liked them or that they trusted. 

“Hitoshi, you should know better. We’re both licensed but we understand if you’d-“ Aizawa scolded but was cut off by the young hero. 

“Will Mister Yamada talk to Denki cause he’s really nervous too but he wouldn’t come ask for you to show him how to do this.” Shinsou said quickly while looking down at where his teachers were still connected. It was strange being scolded by a man who was linked to his mate. 

“Yeah. Yeah we’ll be your guides. It’s a great idea to have both an alpha and omega guide if it’s your first knot. Give us a date, we'll have everything ready.” Aizawa said after Hizashi nodded tiredly. 

“Yeah, I’ll help Young Kaminari. Now I am beat, so go talk alpha shit in the living room.” Hizashi said and kicked Aizawa in the butt.

[imagination-mess]

Boku No Hero Academia Masterlist

Updated: 01/29/2024

Disclaimer: The grammar isn't the best. All characters are aged up. They are within their careers.

Mature Content: 🌶️

Reality Show of Pro Hero Wives Masterlist (Deku, Dynamight, Shoto, Red Riot, Eraserhead, HellFire, Mindjack) Bakugou Katsuki

Witch Demon Familiar AU Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

FanFiction Writer: Dragon King

Future Son Fighting his father's killer

The Unknown Circumstance

Reality Show of Pro heroes Wives edition

Bakugou's Nicknames for his lover

Hear Me Out Idea (Bakugou taking care of Kirishima's kid after his passing, Drama)

Villain Bakugou

As a switch 🌶️

Buns Smack 🌶️

Mistaken as Alpha but is omega (Omegaverse)

Teddy Bear

Midoriya Izuku:

Demon!Izuku Transfering Energy (Ask)

Hockey Player Au

Witch Demon Familiar Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Villain Deku Au

Implies Dead Lover is alive

Having Cosplay lover

Fanfiction Writer: The Mage

Izuku has a fire quirk (Crushing on Medical Reader) (AU)

The Unknown Circumstance

White Haired Izuku (AU)

Father Villain! Deku realizing is in love with you (featuring Tsukasa Midoriya) (single father au)

Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (featuring quirkless wife)

His Sweetheart is sent to the heroes' universe (Villain Deku)

At the event of your death (Villain Deku)

Massive Praise Kink 🌶️

Alpha!Midoriya 🌶️

As A switch 🌶️

Villain!Deku!

Todoroki Shouto

Fanfiction Writer: The Demon Prince

Reality Show of Pro heroes Wives edition

Kirishima Eijirou

Reality Show of Pro heroes Wives edition

Part Two of Kirishima Kid Idea

Aizawa Shouta

Breaking the Law for his kids

Reality Show of Pro heroes Wives edition

Touya Todoroki

Reality Show Of Pro Heroes Wives Edition

Incubus

Pure Filthy Thoughts (Kinky):

Dom!Midoriya or Dom!Bakugou 🌶️

Sub!Midoriya 🌶️

[prettyboykatsuki]

peach tree | s. aizawa

☆ tags ;; alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega!reader, alpha!aizawa, very fluffy and full of tropes but there is some implicit smut, reader is a private investigator, gn!reader, 18+

☆ wc ;; 2k

☆ a/n ;; i do not want to talk about it

☆ synopsis ;; the omega aizawa works with is beginning to cause him problems.

Peaches have a sweet, floral smell. In every color and shape. They're round, soft, delicate. Things you want to eat in their entirety, something you could get sick on if you had too much at once.

The smell of peaches have been lingering on the back of his clothes for weeks. To his discontent, it's clung to the loose fabric with as much stubborn fervor as nicotine. But unlike nicotine, there's no real reason to hide such a thing. To do it feels like a loss somehow.

For his entire life, Aizawa Shouta never paid attention the day he would formally present.

This was for many reasons. Alphas and Omegas only made up a near 20 percent of the population. Meaning it was not uncommon to encounter them, but generally considered rare. It's something often inherited through lineage, and for as long as Aizawa been alive - not a single person he knew had presented as either.

A family of Betas. He often thinks of his folks remarkable for how normal they are. Average and comfortable people. His parents were both betas, and all of his cousins and distant relatives were betas too. The last time there was an Alpha in the family was his great, great grandfather. A man he'd only ever seen in pictures in the portraits of some of his wealthy relatives.

He's never wanted to be anything else. From what he'd heard through the grapevine, the specific habits of Alpha's and Omega's seemed especially tedious. He hated that sort of complexity, and he hated more the idea that something so great would influence his behavior.

It seemed uncomfortable to be so weak to your instincts. Plus, the growth rate of Alpha's in general always made him weary.

It's not that he really hated either party. There are all sorts of people in the world, with all sorts of problems and personality. He was never ignorant enough to place blame on something as trivial as secondary sex.

So, he operated with his puberty with the same level of indifference. He proceeded through life never once thinking that he would be anything but a beta. He'd probably marry one too. And it would be simple, plain and predictable in that way.

It helped him that he had a powerful quirk. That was always more pride than he needed to live, so it helped.

He remembers the day he presented very clearly. In the 7th grade, a nurse called him into their office with a very pleased look on her face. She explained that he was an Alpha. the only boy in the class. The other Alpha was a young girl he didn't speak to much. There, she sat and told him everything.

He stumbled out of his classroom, and called his parents - then sat with the information for a few days. Not stunned but just a bit lost on how any of this made sense. For nearly 3 generations, there'd been nothing. And of all of the people in his family, he was an Alpha?

If there was anything he had learned about the universe by now, it's that it gets off on playing silly tricks. He was an Alpha. A phrase that induced nothing but confusion.

He didn't go out of his way to hide it often, only if he felt it would be uncomfortable. Around Omega's as not to make them fearful, and in general during his work.

He didn't hate all aspects. The boost of agility and good senses helped him on the field, and in general - his height and how easily he put on muscle was nice. He didn't like the fuss he got when people found out, and absolutely detested his rut. Having to get off so much in a short period made him feel like icky.

It was like anything else, really. It had downsides and upsides all the same. The only thing that's always been especially odd was simple.

Dating as an Alpha was unthinkable. It was already hard enough as is for him. A man with a dangerous job, a scruffy appearance, and a harsh way of speaking sometimes.

The few Omega's he was friends with were already with someone when he met them. They all smelled comforting, but nothing they said about love made any sense to him.

"You'll understand when you meet them, Shouta. It'll all just click."

How do you just know something like that? As if they're just something genetic that you understand from birth?

The first person he ever dated was a Beta in his early 20s. They had a simple relationship, but broke up amicably. His status never came up so he never learned anything else about it, believing he never would either.

This is illusion is shattered when he meets with you, the Private Investigator in a case targeting illegal support devices manufactured out of Kyoto.

Most of Aizawa's work is underground. He typically detests the police and is especially forgiving to vigilantes and otherwise independent contractors like mercenaries. Regardless of his personal feelings, he's accustomed to working with cops. And he knows how much cops hate P.I.'s, especially the stuffy one who introduced you to him.

It was a surprise when you handed him your business card with a shining smile and an overly friendly handshake. You reminded him of a golden retriever. At least you looked like that to him, in your everyday interactions. Even seeming frivolous at times.

The truth was that you were, point-blank, a genius of sorts. You had an ordinary quirk and ordinary credentials, but you were sharp-witted and personable.

You slacked off during important meetings, made fun of important higher-ups, and even almost got your teeth knocked loose by some beat-cop. Aizawa often found your antics insufferable, but your deductions were indisputable. You gathered evidence, sought answers, and were particularly empathetic in how you dealt with people.

You were nice to kids too. They favored you.

He really did find you annoying at first. But even though you were cunning, you proved that you cared an awful lot about everything around you. Maybe, if he were a better Alpha or more aware of those things, he would've been able to detect that you were Omega before you told him.

("I'm an Omega," You say, not looking up from your sandwich - mouth full of sliced white bread and meat "You didn't know? Everyone else does,"

He doesn't know if he's hiding his shock well enough. "They do?"

You wipe the crumbs off the corner of your lips and nod "I get told I smell like peaches a lot.")

It'd always been there in the back of his mind. The department always smelled sweet. He thought maybe it was the cleaning products, but when you told him everything made sense.

Peaches. You smelled like a ripe peach in a hot summer. Fruity and soft and sweet and—

Oh.

Oh.

It took him longer than he can comfortably admit to realize he has a crush on you. That he's had a crush on you, and that all of those weird emotions he was feeling were those pesky instincts. When it dawned on him, it was truly horrifying just how far he fell. He'd always chalked it up to friendly camaraderie, that sense of company that comes from working with someone.

Picking up little plush trinkets from claw machines when he went out with Eri, or buying you a scarf during winter. Pestering you to eat all of your food and vegetables when you pick around them. Grabbing the collar of sweater in order to keep you out immediate danger where he could. He thought he was just being protective.

He thought you just reminded him of a puppy, and that he was feeling the effects of that. But it was a crush all along, had been forever and ever and he was so very late on the uptake all because he had listened to was his instinct. He didn't even think twice, and it was truly harrowing. He's a grown man and he didn't even know.

When the realization came, the other emotions came even faster. Everything grew ten sizes, suddenly consumed with you.

He wanted to scent you, to rub his cheek on your neck to smell like you and make you smell like him. He wanted to protect you. He spent a near twenty minutes daydreaming about helping you nest, how he'd crawl into your bed while you welcome him. The thought was so intense it made him purr. He didn't even know he could do that.

And he wanted you so awfully it made his gums ache. He wanted to give it to you hard and deep while you cried in your ear. He'd coo about how much he cherishes you and you'd feel so nice and safe in his arms, so protected by your—

It's embarassing. Truthfully, these desires do nothing but make him feel like someone else and he doesn't know if he likes it. Is this who he was? Even with his Omega friends, the single ones, he'd never felt this.

Eventually, it dawned on him that it was not merely instinct. He just.. liked you. More than anyone else, ever. And that all of those silly, base desires were simply his own desires expanded by ten times. It's all very embarassing, but he thinks if you called him your Alpha - he'd probably be so overwhelmed he'd have to sit down for a while.

It took him weeks to cope with the information. He did eventually, after a bit of drinking and regretful gossiping with Nemuri and Mic. Only then, only after - did he manage to confess to you. He did on a rooftop while it was raining, ducking under something to stay dry.

You shared the warmth of a cup of coffee, hands finally touching. He thought that'd be the end of the embarrassment, but you love to turn his world upside down it seems.

("I know this is a bit inappropriate, but I don't think I'm gonna muster up the courage later if I don't this now. I like you," Aizawa confesses, breath creating smoke in the air.

You blink then look up at him with a smile.

"I know," You tell him, holding his hands a bit tighter "Oh, but I like you too,"

"You... know?"

You giggle, getting too close for him to handle. Gesturing for him to lean down with your eyes, he does so.

"How would I not know? You've been courting me for months whether you realized it or not. Bringing me food, giving me soft stuff, letting off your scent when people come around me,"

He wants to cover his face with shame but can't help but smile a little.

"I'm sorry. I don't even know what to say,"

Instead, you lean over to peck him terribly softly.

"Don't say anything, then. We can talk later,")

Not everyone is unaware of dating rituals, it seems. He learns much later you never pressed him because you didn't want to make him uncomfortable, which he appreciates. It's better that he realized on his own. If he hadn't, he's sure your confrontation would've made him swallow it all up.

Months later and he's dating you. You're still such a rascal, he feels like he has to watch over you no matter what you do. You get into so much trouble. But he doesn't mind when you cling to him. You get especially testy with him but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the challenge. He kind of likes being your big, strong Alpha - no matter how much he finds that very thing so troubling.

The smell of peaches clings to his clothes. His students have started being so curious that he caved into letting you meet them. Eri likes you too. He couldn't ever imagine himself being so weak, but if he was more honest with himself—

He really does like it. He really, really likes you.