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Omegaverse Worldbuilding: Omega’s Akashi
If this is the first post you’ve seen of my Akashi series for Alpha/Betas/Omegas I’ll bring you up to speed. An Akashi much like the Kagune from Tokyo Ghoul are extra appendages that are located on a persons back. All dynamics have them but they are different depending on which Dynamic you are. I already made a post about an Alpha’s Akashi called the Bukishi (meaning “weapon limb”) and Betas Akashi called Kazashi (meaning “many limb”) here:
Today we’ll be going over the final dynamic, Omegas and their Akashi called the Haneshi (meaning “winged limb”).
Haneshi
Art by @AquaticNaho on Twitter
The Haneshi are a set of four bird-like wings the eject out of an Omegas back. The Haneshi has many feathers and the color/pattern those feathers have vary from person to person and region to region.
The Haneshi allows Omegas to fly at incredible speeds, allowing them to keep up with a commercial airplane that flies at around 550 and 600 mph. Their ability to fly allows Omegas to keep their children/pups out of harms way to flee if they are forced to.
The edge of the Haneshi is very sharp and could cut down multiple tress at once if an Omega were to fly through a forest.
The Haneshi can also be used as a shield to protect them and their children/pups from enemies. It also provides them with a height advantage over other dynamics.
Finally, the Haneshi can shoot out from its front spikes that paralyze the part of the body it hits. This effect is instant and lasts for a few hours even after the spike is removed.
Omegaverse Worldbuilding: Beta’s Akashi
If this is the first post you’ve seen of my Akashi series for Alpha/Betas/Omegas I’ll bring you up to speed. An Akashi much like the Kagune from Tokyo Ghoul are extra appendages that are located on a persons back. All dynamics have them but they are different depending on which Dynamic you are. I already made a post about an Alpha’s Akashi called the Bukishi (meaning “weapon limb”) here:
Kazashi
Today we’ll be talking about Beta’s Akashi called the Kazashi (meaning “multi limb”).
The Kazashi are 4 snake like tentacles that are extremely flexible and elastic. They can also stretch to great distances are strong enough to lift an entire car off the ground and hold it in midair.
Betas have evolved this way to because through the history of the dynamics Betas have always been the ones who had to multitask and manage many things at a time. Also to keep other dynamics at bay and restrain them if need be. Betas are the strategists of the pack, and in very early years were pack leaders due to their intelligence, their discovery of fire, and being the first dynamic to create and utilize tools. Due to having to manage the pack Betas were given an Akashi that allowed them to do many tasks at the same time.
A special skill of the Kazashi is its ability to break its 4 tentacles into multiple smaller tentacles. They may not be as strong as 4 big tentacles but to complete smaller tasks it provides Betas with much convenience.
I think this Venom vs Carnage fight really exemplifies how I think Alphas would fight in my setting.
Since Alpha/Beta/Omega in my setting an extra appendage on their back called an Akashi (meaning “red limb”) that gets ejected out of their backs ( like Kagunes from Tokyo Ghoul), that takes a different form depending on which dynamic you are. I already made a post about Alphas Akashi called the Bukishi (meaning “weapon limb”) here.
But the gist of it is that Alphas can shape the Akashi into any form they desire much like how the carnage symbiote forms different weapons out of his limbs. So I feel the way Carnage fights Venom is very similar to how Alphas would fight.
Packs
What are they?
Packs usually consists of 3-7 members. Most people are born into one and leave their pack to either start their own or join one. Leaders varies, but in the past it was alphas and is still commonly alphas. Although there is a rise in beta and omega pack leaders. They are family and eventually live together.
Usually sleep in the same room on a cushioned floor. Some people can mate in the pack but not all members have to mate. Sometimes all members mate with each other, others times it stays completely platonic. Made up of all 3 sexes but the number of people from each sex can vary. Can resembles a queer platonic relationship or an asexual romantic relationship. Having a pack is like having a committed relationship. The relationship you have with your pack is deeper/different than a friendship, since a friendship in and outside the pack are completely different even if the pack is fully platonic.
Your Pack is apart of you, they are people you want to spend the rest of your life with, the people who’s face you want to see when you first wake up in the morning and the last thing you see before you go to bed, you never want to be apart from them, and the pack without any of the members leaves a big gaping hole that cannot be filled. They are the ones you trust the most, confide in with anything, would protect with your life. Your Pack is your everything, in most situations they come first (if it makes it easier to understand think of it like a Polyfidelity relationship where every member is committed to everyone else in the pack and them alone, even if platonic). When a pack is bonded to each other based on how close the pack is and their care for one another, their abilities will be enhanced when the pack fight together. That is why being in a pack makes you stronger.
Pack Names and Clans
When a pack is created, the members create a new last name for the members and all members legally change their last name to pack name. E.g if a person is named Julia Hikaru before joining her pack, if she finds a pack and that pack is named Izanami her name will become Julia Izanami. You can only have one last name which can be either your birth-pack’s name or your new pack’s name.
In certain nations packs are also apart of clans and the pack wears an insignia of their clan on their clothing. One’s middle name is usually the name of the clan and when one enters a pack, it is usually decided beforehand which clan the pack will be apart of. Once it’s decided, the middle names of all the pack members is changed into the clans name or added on their previous clan name. E.g if there’s a person named John and their pack is the Namikaze pack and the pack is apart of the Senju clan, then that person’s name will be John Senju Namikaze.
Most clans that people are apart of go back hundreds of years and have great history. A new clan can be created but it must be registered to the government in order to be legally recognized. There are however pretty well known clans that are not legally recognized. A pack can usually only be legally apart of one clan. It is common that the clan that is the most established and well known that a pack members are apart of are the ones chosen.
Omegaverse WORLDBUILDING 3: Gender
Before getting into any of the Genders I want to do my best to explain what gender is and means in my world since I know the definition can get kinda muddled in real life. Also just so there’s no confusion in my world there is Primary Sex (Male and Female), Secondary Sex (Alpha, Beta, and Omega), and finally Gender. They are all different and mean different things.
Definition and Explanation
a list of patterns in behaviours, interests, beliefs, style, and desire to fill a role in society that is shared by enough people to label them and put them into categories. The people in each gender don’t have to share all the interest associated with that gender and it doesn’t mean they can’t share anything in common with other genders, but it is where a person feels they most belong to, feel most accepted in, share most interest/likes/beliefs with people of, have the most in common with, see themselves in and most reflected in the people who are a members of a particular gender.
List of all Genders:
Gammas
Gammas are what people would consider a woman/girl and feminine. Think about what comes to your mind when you hear the word girl and that’s essentially what a Gamma is. Gammas tend to speak in a higher pitch, like to wear bright colours, have very “feminine” mannerisms and way of speaking. Even though I may say “feminine” as a way to describe these traits to those reading, these traits and interests in my world have been completely divorced socially from the Female Sex. So in the world these traits are not “feminine” they’re “Gamminine” since these traits are found in Gammas not Females (since Gammas can be male or female).
Signs of being a Gamma:
likes to speak in a higher pitch, likes to wear dresses/skirts/crop-tops (or just a general interest in those kinds of clothing), likes jewelry, makeup, dress-up, cute things, wears bright colors, likes having their hair long and styling it in certain ways, loves long nails, very in-tuned with their feelings, very emotionally intelligent, values feelings (maybe not over logic but still thinks it’s as important), basically likes the feminine style. A Gamma doesn’t have to like all or even most of these things, being a Gamma is about how you feel and about where you feel you most belong.
Omegas make up 50% of the Gamma population and are the majority. Betas make up 30% of the Gamma population. Alphas make up 20% of the Gamma population.
Thetas
Thetas are basically the “masculine” (though as I’ve said about Gammas stereotypical masculine traits have been completely divorced from the Male Sex in my world) equivalent of Gammas. Thetas speak in a lower pitch, usually wear dark and matted colors, “masculine” mannerisms and way of speaking. Usually if you’re interested in what is called “masculine” things you’re a Theta.
Signs you may be a Theta:
Likes sports, likes to wear suits/hoodies/baggy pants/leather jackets/or a very casual style, enjoys more rough and dirty activities, is very stoic, likes risk-taking, prefers directness, more of a practical thinker and values logic more than feelings, not that interested in fashion or dressing up, values physical and emotional strength, values courage and are assertive, very protective, likes a lot of physical activities like Camping, hiking, fishing, hunting, or anything that involves physical strength and adventure. A strong interest in activities like football, basketball, weightlifting, or motorsports. Not all or even most of these traits are required to be a Theta but these are common traits associated with them.
Deltas
Deltas are those who do not quite fit into either category. Deltas are kind of a balance between both sides. They may value traits like courage and physical strength but they also see the value in softer traits like compassion and love. It’s quite hard to write for them since they do not have an equivalent in real life, but they are definitely more androgynous and they are like the best of both worlds. When I think about them I think mostly about the cast from part 5 of the anime/manga series JoJo’s Bizzare Adventure. They are obviously manly men but more than other parts they are a lot on the softer side, which is definitely reflected in their fashion.
Signs you may be a Delta
Do not fit into either being a Gamma or a Theta. Values different aspects of both genders, have a more androgynous style that takes inspiration from both genders.
Omegaverse WORLDBUILDING 1: Akashi Headcanons (world inspired by Ghouls from Tokyo Ghoul)
Akashi (“red limb”)
An Akashi much like the Kagune from Tokyo Ghoul are extra appendages that are located on a persons back.
Alpha’s Bukishi (“weapon limb”)
(Image from Ceru_Draws on Twitter)
A Bukishi is a tail like appendage that can be molded and shaped into anything the Alpha desires at will (spear, sword, hammer, armour, fist, shield, axe). It is a short range Akashi and is ejected at the lower back (I know it is not in the image but pretend that it is). Evolved that way in order to protect their pack. Their Akashi are the biggest, heaviest and most sturdy which is why the Alphas are as tall, big, and strong as they are. Usually are on the frontlines in battles.
Secret techniques: the Four Gears:
A technique passed down by Alphas that uses the Akashi in 4 unique ways.
Gear 1: Standard weaponry (one handed kagune combat)
Gear 2: Warrior (two-handed kagune combat).
Gear 3: Knight (suit of amour combat)
Gear 4: Sussano
The hardest to master and after use the Alpha will be unable to use their Akashi for 24-hours. Their muscles will also be sore.
okay so i'm writing an nsfw chapter of my bakusquad omegaverse fic right now and like it's dawning on me like... can omegas even swallow an alphas cumshot?
am i fucking dumb or like??? sorry if you weren't ready to read that btw.
so like right if slick and knotting is turned up to 100 in omegaverse, how could you swallow that knot, ya know? it's like GUSHING mountains of cum like?
i'm not saying that you (as an omega) should take it like in there okay but where else is it gonna go? like on you? i mean yes ma'am but fr like, you're gonna need an everything shower after that cause it's probably soaked into your pores, iced you like a cake.
has anyone else ever had these thoughts before or am i like...😃
okay but plot twist omegas are like snakes. like you know how snakes will lay next to their prey and size them up and like get larger and starve themselves so they can consume their prey.
hear me out... so like, omega's stomachs prepare themselves by speeding up the digestive process to swallow their alphas cum. and the stomach knows to do this because of pheromones the alpha releases as they approach their orgasm. was that too much?
or maybe omegas shouldn't swallow cumshots idk.
bless your sweet souls if this came across your feed i'm dearly sorry but also thank you for taking a moment to glimpse into my mind
rut suppressants pt.2
alpha!todoroki shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, fluff, talk of kids, in the shower, 2.1k
pt.1
The next week is a haze. You’re constantly out of breath, panting and mewing and moaning and squealing and screaming and all the rest of it. Your body belongs to your mate and he’s playing with it, moving it, folding it however he likes. And you couldn’t ask for anything more.
You two become one in a mix of sweat and fluids gushing and dripping onto any surface (un)fortunate enough to be touched by your passion. Bed, dresser, floor, island bench, couch, shower walls, balcony doors. He’s got you covered in his fingertips, stained black and blue. Hickeys paint the expanse of your neck, chest, and thighs. Not even your arms or hips are safe from his assault. And you love it.
Of course, you had to call in sick from work for next week. The reason you rasped out quickly over the phone to your boss while Shoto was drawing you back beneath the covers, was that you’re mate was “awfully unwell” and you had to “take care of him.” And taking care of him, you sure were. If the presentation went well? Who knows, who cares. It hasn’t crossed your mind since he had taken your phone from your hand and threw it across the room, onto the floor.
It was now day eight. The late morning sunlight was filtering into your mess of a bedroom. You were clammy with sweat and other fluids. Your body was pressed against Shoto’s side, arms wrapped around his torso. His warm arm is draped lazily around your shoulders, while his cold hand is resting atop yours just below his pecs.
You had woken up first, using the first few minutes to take in the sight that was your alpha. His mouth hung slightly open, soft snores coming from his rising and falling chest. His white and red locks were tangled and matted to his pale forehead. You waited patiently, watching to see if those long lashes would flutter, and if his eyes would open… but, they didn’t.
Chuckling quietly to yourself, you slowly remove yourself from his grasp, which is no easy feat, seeing as you were quite small compared to him. It took about ten minutes for you to finally drag his arm off you; it had tightened when you started to move, leading you to freeze up and wait it out, until his arm relaxed. You wobbled on your feet.
This is the first time you’ve stood on your own and tried to walk in days. You limp over to the bathroom, the ache in your inner thighs, your hips, your back, arms, everywhere, making it hard to walk properly. Once in the bathroom, your hands grasp the sink-top. Looking into the mirror, you see your own reflection staring back at you. Dark under-eyes; knotty [h/c] locks, some clinging to your ears and cheeks, others to your temples; the artwork his mouth had left behind all over your chest and shoulders. This man… You sighed.
Taking it slow, you make your way into the shower and turn on the hot water, than the cold. You wait for it to reach that perfect temperature before getting under and moaning with delight. The warmth washes away the stickiness on your skin and eases your sore muscles. It soaks into every part of your body, and all you can do is just stand there, palms against the little blue square tiles, eyes closed, and enjoy the sensation.
Soon enough, you’ve shampooed your hair and now let the condition sit in it, long hair in a makeshift bun. You’re rinsing off the suds from your skin when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. One hot, the other icy.
“Shoto!” You exclaim. You were surprised that he had woken up so soon, and even a bit saddened that you wouldn’t have more time to yourself before getting railed again.
“Hey,” your mate mumbles sleepily into your shoulder.
You lean back into him and turn around, placing your hands on his muscular shoulders. He hasn’t shifted. He’s just resting his forehead against your neck. He always does this whenever you’re cuddling. He’s thinking of what to say next, so you stay quiet and give him as much time as he needs to think. Seeing his usual quietness return, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in and smile. Your fingers run themselves through his locks mindlessly, dampening them.
You’re curling your fingers in the hair at his nape when he speaks, “I’m sorry.” Your brows furrow and lips pout. You pull back from him slightly, lifting his face up so that you can see that look in his eyes. Guilt. But why?
“Why are you apologising? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say more quietly than you had intended to, the words coming out barely above a whisper. The running water almost blocks them out.
“For all of this,” he says. He removes his cold arm from your lower back, long fingers pointing to all of the hickeys and bite-marks covering your décolletage.
You giggle, “Don’t be.” You run your fingers behind his ears. “I don’t mind.”
He shakes his head, dismissing what you’ve said. “No, you should mind. I can’t do this to you again, [y/n].” He averts his gaze, turning his head to the side. You guide his focus back towards you, much preferring those angelic, heterochromatic eyes on you than on the shower wall.
“Shoto, babe, I don’t understand what you’re saying," you say, forehead creased.
“You should be angry with me for how I’ve treated you this past week. I’ve been so rough with you. I haven’t been taking good enough care of you. I—”
You pressed your finger to his lips, shutting him up. “But I’m not angry with you. Well, a little over lying to me about your ruts.” You cock your head to the side, taking in that extra guilty look he’s got now.
Giggling, you continue, “But honestly, this past week has been one of my favourite weeks ever! Even more than the week we were staying at that beach villa. Do you remember that?” You grin wide, slowly removing your finger from his lips.
He nods in response, “But—”
“There is no ‘but’. I liked it and I hope you did to.” He brought you back into him, his forehead going back to it’s resting place on the side of your neck. His lips brush your mating mark.
He sighs, “I didn’t want you to see me like that.”
“Why not?” You can’t help but sound hurt. He’s your mate, your alpha, your husband… your best friend. Why wouldn’t he want you to know all of him the way he knows all of you so intimately?
“’Cause,” he mutters, “it’s shameful.”
“Getting batshit crazy to protect and screw your mate? I don’t think so. It happens to all alphas.” You laugh a little before continuing, “I hate to break it to you, but your not that special, pretty boy.” Looks like your massive ego has returned.
He chuckles all raspy into your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin, incomparable to the steam gathering around your bodies. “’Not that special’?” He pulls back and steps away from you, taking his cold and his heat. His eyes stare at you in disbelief, face painfully far from yours.
“Nope,” you smirk. You look up into his eyes, right brow slightly raised, daring him to take it further.
But, he doesn’t fall for it. Or at least, not yet. “You’re saying that I’m ‘not that special’?” You nod in agreement. “Hmm, you’re right. I’m not that special. But that doesn’t mean I want to hurt you every time I rut.”
Fuck, he still feels guilty. You look away, already wishing that you could skip the rest of the conversation and get to the part where you’re making out again. “Babe, look, I told you, I like it when you’re rough with me, okay? I like it when your slow. I like it when your romantic. I like it whenever you touch me, so please don’t feel so guilty about it.”
He still doesn’t look convinced.
“Honestly. I mean…” You trail off, thinking of a way to get it through to him that being aggressive and horny asf is a normal alpha thing and not a self-discipline problem. “Okay okay, do you think that I’m some horny, pathetic slut when I’m in my heat?”
“Of course I don’t,” he frowns disapprovingly.
“It’s the same thing!” You say, your hands flying up to his chest as you take a step closer. “I get super clingy, you get super protective, and we both wanna bang each other. There’s no shame in that.”
You’re on your tip-toes, leaning up towards him. He looks so hot when he’s mad, you can’t help but want to kiss him. He sighs and obliges, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, hands back on your body, exploring conquered territory. You two stay like that for a little. Shoto moving to place small kisses on your nose, cheeks, eye lids, and forehead, before coming back to your lips. Much to your disappointment, he finally pulls back, cupping your cheeks and gazing deeply into your eyes.
“You never told me where you put my suppressants.” You groan, rolling your eyes involuntarily. Not this shit again. Don’t tell me he wants to start taking that cr—
“I’m not going to take them, there’s no use now. But please, tell me where you put them.” He wraps his fingers around your chin, bringing your focus back to him.
You shake your head ‘no’. He sighs in response, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You follow suit.
“Please.” You’re such a sucker for when he pleads.
Huffing, you give up the secret location, “They’re in the dresser, top drawer, beneath my underwear.”
No response. It’s quiet between you two for three seconds too long. Shoto questions, “But why?”
“Why’re they beneath my underwear?”
“No. Why did you take them?”
You bite the side of your lip, pondering if you should tell him why you really took them or not. You don’t have to think for long though, the flesh slipping out from your teeth. “I took them because I’ve never seen you rut before. And, um well, yea I just got a bit concerned, you know?” Your alpha removes his forehead from yours.
Tilting his head to the side, he asks “Concerned about what?”
“Well, um, you know—” It falls quiet between you two for another minute or two. The water hitting the shower tiles is the only sound permeating the tension.
“No, I don’t know.”
“Shoto,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” You pout. He continues looking at you adorably, confused.
You sigh, “Fine. I was worried that maybe you were on rut suppressants because you didn’t wanna have kids with me.” You got real quiet at the end there, averting your gaze to look down at your feet. Did Shoto always have such big feet? They look pretty massive compared to your own right n—
“You thought that I didn’t want to have kids with you?” He slid his hands to your waist, the similar sensation calming you. You looked back up at him, seeing that he had leaned back down now, your noses almost brushing.
You nodded, “Yea. You know, I-I thought that straight after we got married we would start trying but… we just, um, we just didn’t.”
You were biting your lip again. A nervous habit. A nervous habit Shoto loves. He brings his thumb to your lower lip, pulling it out from the clutches of your teeth. He watches as the flesh perfectly rounds. Sighing, he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is tender, but deep. Tongues are swirling, hands seeking more and more of each other’s bodies, little moans escaping here and there. He pulls away slowly, saliva connecting your lips before snapping with the distance.
“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you doubt our future together. I just didn’t want you to see me like that.”
“I know,” you nod as you caress his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, gently brushing over the edges of his scar. It’s quiet for a little as you two just take in this moment.
“Why don’t we start trying then? When our cycles sync up we can—” You squeal excitedly.
Grabbing onto his shoulders, you exclaim, “Why don’t we start trying now?!” You’re grinning from ear-to-ear.
“O-oh oka—” You cut him off, smashing your lips back together...
Let’s just say that your attempt at creating new life today seemed very promising.
rut suppressants pt.1
alpha!todoroki shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — smut, p in v, masturbation, voyeurism, knotting, oral sex, swearing, 5.2k words
pt.2
You were typing away at your computer, responding to some dry work emails about tomorrow’s presentation. You had been working in a small team to design a new marketing strategy for your company’s latest hero gadgets. And of course, you had been pulling the weight of the team, you little hard worker. Or maybe your HR team didn’t hire the right candidates, you decide. It was easy enough though. The hard part was just getting your colleagues to look like they knew what they were doing by 10am tomorrow.
After responding to another email of “What does this mean?”, you heard the front door click open, grocery bags scraping against it. Ah, your mate is home. Finally, you smile.
You set your desktop to sleep before leaving the study. As you walk down the hallway, half-white half-red hair comes into view. He’s got his back to you. Black shirt clinging to his sweaty muscles. Must of been to the gym too, you thought. You rest your shoulder against the fridge, arms crossed underneath your chest, taking in the sight of you husband. He’s going through the bags, rummaging through them restlessly, clearly on the hunt for something.
“Need some help?” You smirk.
He turns around, blue-grey eyes wide. His expression visibly eases, slightly opened mouth forming a closed smile. “No, I’m fine. How was work?” He returns to his scavenger hunt in the bag right at his feet.
“Fine. I’ve got it under control for tomorrow’s meeting.” You push off of the fridge and come up behind him, hand on the edge of the island bench. You look over his shoulder, curious about what he could possibly be looking for. Shoto always gave you a kiss first thing whenever he came home, regardless of what had happened during patrol or of what you were doing. For him to neglect you like this was rather odd.
“You didn’t do all the work again, did you?” His voice had an edge to it… It made you bite your lip ever-so-slightly.
“You know how it is—”
“Well, it shouldn’t be,” he almost growled. “You should all be doing it, not just you.” He cussed under his breath.
Okay, this was getting weird. Agitated over you working hard? I mean yea but, he usually reins it it, accepts that this job is just that for you, a job. One that you’ve talked to him about leaving. And swearing? Not Shoto. Only when y’all are… you know.
“Shoto, babe, what’s up?” You say. You're standing directly behind him, you run your hand through his locks. He hums.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine," you whine.
You watch as he starts going through the fourth bag, pulling out a small box with the label “Rut suppressants. Take as needed. Maximum dosage: five per day."
This little fucker. You snatch it out of his hands immediately, sprinting from the scene into the back of your apartment.
“[Y/n]! [Y/n] stop!” You can hear him coming after you, the sound of his feet hitting the floorboards. “Give that to me now!”
You’re running frantically, heart pounding in your chest, hands getting sweaty around the evil cardboard box. You dash into your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut. Fuck! Where should I hide it?
You look around, [e/c] eyes settling on the dresser. You race over to it, emptying the contents of the box into the first draw, beneath your bras and panties.
“[Y/n]!”
Shit, he’s close to the door. You slam the drawer shut and run-stumble into the ensuite. Leaning against the door, you lock it. Okay okay, think! Think! The door knob rattles.
“[Y/n]! Open this door right now or I swear—” The silver handle is shaking now.
The toilet! You open the lid and crush the box in your hands; it makes those crinkling noises before you toss it into the trash bin and flush the toilet. At that moment, the door bursts open.
Shoto’s chest is heaving. His eyes are unfocused, frenzied. He’s panting… with anger you decide as there’s no way that little sprint could of worked up the number 3 pro hero that much. He stalks towards you, grabbing your wrists and leaning down to meet your eyes.
“What did you do with it?” His tone shocks you. His voice is so low now… and hoarse. It throws you off. “With-with what?” You breath out. You’re pretty puffed. “Don’t play dumb. You didn’t actually flush ‘em down the toilet, did you?” His face is now inches from yours.
You remain defiant, eyes staring back into his. The heat radiating from his left tickles your skin. “Um… well yea, yea I did. They’re um, yea, they’re down the toilet.” He laughs. More like barks. His breath hits your face. All you can smell is his sweat interlaced with his fresh scent.
“You’re so bad at lying, you know that?” He smirks, straightening back up. His muscles pull taut as he runs pale fingers through that snowy, silky hair. You watch as he looks around the bathroom.
“Where’d you really put ‘em?” He looks back down at you, scrutinising you beneath his gaze. Your ragged breathing now hitches.
“I don’t—”
“Don’t deny it!” He shouts. You shrink back instinctively.
You’ve never seen him like this before. He’s always so controlled. Even when you’re in heat, he’s always got it together. Always able to draw back or change the pace when you need him to. That’s why you took the pills off him in the first place.
You’ve been getting suspicious for months now since the two of you got married that he’s been on rut suppressants. It just didn’t add up. After your first heat together, you had actually asked him about his ruts so you knew when you had to return the favour.
“I don’t really rut, babe.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck, heterochromatic eyes averting from yours.
You laughed in response. “You don’t rut?” Your eyebrows raised. “Should I be concerned or…”
“No,” he said shyly, “it’s not like that.”
You waited for him to continue, watching as his eyes fluttered from object to object.
“I don’t get very intense ruts.”
Your brow was still quirked. “You don’t get ‘very intense ruts’? Like, you don’t get super aggressive and horny when you rut.”
His muscles relaxed upon hearing that. He looked back at you now. “Yea, it’s a minor annoyance. Nothing to worry about.”
You relaxed too, seeing that he was more comfortable now. “Trust me.” He took your hands in his larger ones. The temperature difference of both something you weren’t used to yet. “You don’t ever have to worry about control with me.” He gave you a sweet reassuring smile.
“Are you sure? I mean—”
“Trust me.” He squeezed your hands and leaned over, planting a small kiss on your lips. You grinned as he pulled back, trusting his word, however strange it seemed.
Had he lied to you? When you had announced to your friends that you and Shoto were (finally) getting married, they had warned you about that post-wedding baby fever. The endless marathon sex you two would be having once your cycles synced up. You had been waiting your entire relationship for that to happen and it hadn’t. So, once you two tied the knot wink, you had been hoping that the talk of pups would come up, but it just hadn’t. That’s when you had begun to think something was off. Even if he didn’t have “intense ruts”, he would still be feeling the urge to breed you, wouldn’t he? Or maybe he just didn’t—
“Where did you put my suppressants?” He stared you down, thin brows furrowed. “Babe…” His hands are trembling at his sides. Pupils dilated so only the rims of his irises are visible. It strikes fear and-and something else into you. Attraction? Excitement? Maybe you should try something else. Something else that’s gonna get you the result you want.
“Make me.”
At this, he frowns even more. “Make you what?”
“Make me tell you.” You take a step forward, feigning confidence, coming close to him again and tilting your head to the side, challenging him.
He scoffs. Those beautiful eyes, like solar eclipses, flickering away from you for a moment. “Make you…” He says quietly. He stares at you even more intensely now as he’s thinks it over.
It’s time to get cocky. “Yea, make me.” You stretch up towards him, arms wrapping around his neck. “I want you,” you move to whisper in his ear, your lips brushing his earlobe. “My sexy Alpha,” you run both of your hands through his hair now. He groans right back into your neck, large hands palming your lower back. “To make me submit to you.”
In an instant, you're over his shoulder, his palm smacking your right cheek. He’s carrying you out of the ensuite. You’ve done it now hehe.
As he crosses the threshold, you notice the door knob was coated in ice, hanging there, limp. Looks like you’ve gotta add fixing that to your to-do list tomorrow. He throws you like a stuffed toy onto your plush bed. His shirt’s already coming off, rippling contours all for your pleasure. Yea, make that a ‘to-do next week’.
Large hands already besides your head. Lean arms, meaty thighs, delicious toned frame caging you in. You’re forced to stare into those mismatched eyes. Not like you’d want to do anything else anyways.
Your breaths intermingle, just like your scents. He just stares at you, licking his soft, full lips. Afternoon light from the adjacent windows makes your figures glow. You love the way it streaks through his hair, and he loves the way it catches on your pretty pink lips. He thumbs your lower lip, pulling it down to reveal your teeth. You lower your chin, taking his thumb into your mouth. You circle your tongue over the top of his thumb before tasting the pad of it. It’s cold, like a popsicle you suck on in summer. You can think of another ‘popsicle’ you’d rather be sucking on right now.
“I… I-I don’t…” His brows are knitted together once more. Pupils wavering between dilated and contracted, showing off those blue and grey hues you love so much. You stop what you’re doing with your tongue, opting to place both of your hands on his cheeks. His thumb leaves your mouth but rests on your chin.
“I don’t know if… if this s-safe.” You can’t stop yourself from giggling a little. What a cutie.
“Pookie, of course this is safe. I was made for you. You know that, right?” You smirk. You’re a feelin’ like a cocky little shit today btw if you didn’t get that. This man’s shyness inflating your ego.
“Of course I do but…” He averts his gaze, looking at your ear instead.
“But?” You continue. However, he doesn’t respond. He just moves his hand from your chin and tucks a strand of [h/c] hair behind your ear, which has suddenly become the most interesting thing in the room.
“You don’t wanna hurt me? You do wanna hurt me but don’t wanna admit it?” You tease.
“No! No, of course I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes shift back to yours.
“Shoto.” You squeeze his cheeks gently. “I’m your omega. If you hurt me then you can just make it better.” You bring his face closer to yours. “You can make it better, can’t you?” You whisper.
He gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the motion. “Y-yea,” he replies, voice low, “I can.” That last part coming out with more confidence.
“Good, then don’t make me dom you, Alpha. That’s kinda embarrassing for you.” You giggle whilst leaning up to him and finally, kiss him.
You both moan into it, feeling the relief washing through you two. But quickly, it’s not enough. It’s far from enough. He growls into your lips, changing his tilt. You follow his lead. You like that. His tongue grazes your bottom lip and you part immediately for him. The tangle that ensues is soul-gripping, bone-shaking, mind-blanking, breath-taking…
Your fingers are gripping his locks. His fingers are gripping the hem of your thin white tank top. Saliva, don’t know don’t care whose, if dripping from the corners of your mouth. His exhale is your inhale and vice versa. He catches your lower lip between his teeth. His sharp canines sending tingles throughout your entire being. There’s nothing that gets you slicked up like a lip bite from your Alpha.
He pulls away, you two panting. Not that the reprieve is sufficient or long-lived. Soon his lips are sucking and nipping your earlobe and that sensitive spot beneath your ear. You whimper out his name. “Shoto”, “Alpha”, “Daddy”, maybe “Babe” or “Honey”… yea, those, they’ll be the only words you know for the next week.
He nips at your mating mark, the beautiful white scar just above your left collarbone. He continues biting it, almost re-piercing the scar. You can’t help the moan-mumbles that tumble out of your mouth. Already, your wetness is soaking your blue lace panties and beginning to slide down your inner thighs.
“Fuck,” Shoto breathes out into your other ear. You shudder at the word, one hand sliding down to his shoulder.
He continues at it, licking and sucking and kissing and biting at your neck. Soon, his fingers are tearing through your top. You mewl at the sensation of him ripping the torn, flimsy fabric off your body. His hands reach for your bare breasts, cupping them completely. Those long fingers begin pinching at the sensitive flesh. Your body responds instinctively, moaning, small hands grasping his wrists, breaths catching in your chest and throat.
He fingers your nipples before bringing his mouth down to you, lips ghosting the hard peaks between his fingertips. He takes one into his mouth, eliciting a delicious whimper from you. His warm tongue circles your nipple as you did to his thumb, but just so much better.
You’ve barely gotten started and yet, you know never get enough of this. No matter how many times he’s done and will do this to you, and so much more, you’ll never be forever satiated. You just can’t be.
He moves to the other, keeping your now wet left breast covered by his cool palm. Fuck, that feels good. More moans spill from your mouth as he continues his ministrations. That slick is at your knees, probably. You can’t really tell cause it just feels like a wet, sticky mess down there at this point.
“Shoto,” you whine. He groans in response. “Hurryyyyy up,” you drag out that ‘y’ as you mewl. You shudder as he chuckles against your tender skin. Tender from his bites and sucking, of course.
“You want me to go faster?” He pulls away from your breast, face coming back close to yours. You whine and nod your affirmation.
“But if I go faster,” he strokes your cheek softly with the back of his index finger, “you’ll miss out on all the fun.” His finger trails down to your chin, gripping it tightly but playfully with his other fingers.
Damn, you’re getting wetter by the second. He’s doesn’t usually tease you during your intimacy. Prefers that slow, soul-binding kinda love-making.
He just smirks at you before moving back to his painstakingly slow kisses and sucks on your breast. He only moves down to your ribs once he’s satisfied and you’ve probably soaked the bed sheets with how much he’s turning you on. It’s driving you insane. No. He drives you insane.
Shoto’s hands wrap around your ribs, feeling their rise and fall and their ridges. “Beautiful,” he mumbles, kissing each rung. He keeps those eyes on you. All cocky. He knows what he’s doing to you and he likes how pathetic it makes you for him. And you can’t help but like it too.
After thoroughly kissing and touching every part of your torso, your arms, your everything really, he’s finally fingering your low waistband. You sigh relief and begin wriggling, trying to get those pants off as fast as possible, but your Alpha is still having none of it.
“Be patient,” he growls as he squeezes your clothed inner thigh, your flesh perking up between his fingers.
“But Alpha—”
“I said,” he stares you down, this dark look in his eyes, “be patient.”
You whine, “Yes Alpha.”
Hearing your compliance, he loosens his grip on your thigh and begins kissing your hip bones and skin just above the band. Fuck, he’s really killing you this time. I thought alphas were all, “Let’s bang. Now. Hard.” when they’re rutting but, I guess not. Maybe, Shoto didn’t completely lie to you by saying that his ruts were different to other alphas. Or maybe, he just wants to tease you for once.
You’re brought back to reality when you gasp reflexively to him biting into your inner thigh through your wet pants. Wet as in soaked and clinging to your hot skin.
“You’re not focusing on me.” Shoto’s voice is low, raspy. Fuck, you love it when he talks like that. Especially just after he’s woken up and you two have some fun together before getting up.
“And you’re not even focusing on me right now.” He bites even harder into your thigh, breaking through the fabric and pulling little red dots to the surface of your now swollen, marked flesh.
“I,” you breath out. “I thought you wanted me to be patient.”
“I want you to do both. Can you manage that? Or is that too much for my little girl?” He’s got a shit-eating grin across face. Since when was your husband such a tease, and such a good fucking one at that? It’s the years of pills, you decide.
“N-no, I can’t manage. Help me m-manage.” You imagine that you must look like some blubbering, whimpering mess right now, and you’re not even naked yet. And he’s not even naked yet.
“Okay,” his grin widens.
Licking those glorious lips, those lips that you want on yours and not the ones on your face if you know what I mean, he pulls away from your thighs. He gets up from the bed, taking off his grey sweatpants and briefs. And fuck, you’re not ready for what meets you. For real. Swollen, hard, precum dripping down the shaft.
He smirks at you as he grabs his cock with his hand, moaning on impact. His other hand comes up to his face, finger pointing to the side of his mouth. At this point, your sitting up, thighs to calves, legs spread wide, dragging your wide eyes up and down his body.
“You’re drooling.”
I would say that you blushed at hearing this, but you’re already red as fuck in the face with how hot he’s been making you. You’re embarrassed and laugh it off, hand coming to wipe that spit from the side of your mouth. Yea, that was definitely yours and not his from earlier. That had already dried.
“W-well, how can I not when,” you take a deep breath in and look back up at him, “when my husband looks this good.”
“Have I got your attention now?” That rasp. That will be the end of you. Or the end of these bed sheets, whichever comes first. You nod feverishly. “Good girl.”
Ah fuck. He’s praising you. Fuck. That’s it. If that dick isn’t in you within the next three minutes, who knows what will happen next. You start shuffling over toward him when he stops you.
“No. You stay there. I want you to watch.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, amused by your reaction as you realise what’s going on. Is this how this twisted fucker wants you to help you 'be patient' and 'focus'? By not letting you touch him? And by not touching you?
“I can’t. No. Babe. No please.” You’re shaking your head vigorously, already rising from the bed when his hands find your shoulders and push you back to sit down on the edge.
“Watch.” His voice is commanding, absolute.
You’re forced to obey your alpha and sit there helplessly as he pumps his veiny cock with those veiny hands. The precum now all over his dick with even more leaking from the tip. His dick that should be in you right now. His eyes are trained on you, observing every stuttered breath you take in, every time you bite the side of your lip, how focused you are on how he’s pleasuring himself. That feels even better than his hands ever could. Fucking hell.
“Can I—” You start.
“No. Just watch."
“Not you but my—”
“No. Watch.” His tone is stern. His voice strained.
Fuck. If your hands were bound then this would be so much easier, but no, you’re forced to hold back from touching yourself by your alpha’s command and your own self-discipline. You doubt that you’re even allowed to rock your hips right now.
You watch as his movements get faster and now he’s panting. His eyes half-lidded and tongue darting out across his lower lip every so often. You can see the sweat beading on his chest. You start whining, wanting to be the one touching him like that. What you wouldn’t give to just… just have him right now.
“Please,” you begin. Which becomes a slew of please daddy, please, please let me touch you, please, I’m sorry that I took your suppressants, I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry Alpha, I’m sorry that I wasn’t being patient or f-focusing on you, please Alpha, please let me touch you, please, please, please, please… You don’t stop. You can’t stop. All you can do is sit there, slick drenching the sheets below you even though you’re lower half is still clothed, and plead for your alpha to fuck you.
His pale hips jerk forward and you can tell he’s really close. Would he even let you swallow it? But he stops. He stops and comes over to you, collapsing onto you, arms around your shoulders and neck.
“Shoto,” you squeak, but it’s muffled by his weight falling onto you. He huffs into your ear and you just rub his back.
“Tired already,” you jest, but he’s not in the mood to play with you anymore.
“Enough. I can’t cuddle my wife?” He mumbles grumpily into your shoulder before taking the flesh between his teeth.
You hum, “You can always cuddle your wife, but I’d like it more if you fucked me.” He chuckles low, right below your ear. You feel it vibrating through his throat and chest.
“Yea, I bet you would.”
He holds you for a little longer before pulling back, peeling his sweaty body off yours.
“Alright, I’ll give you your reward,” he smiles lazily, even showing off one side of his pearly whites.
You squeal with delight, “Finally!”
“Oi, settle,” he says as positions you so that he’s between your legs, spread wide, slowly pulling both pants and panties off you. Oi?
“So, you’ve been on patrol with Dynami—”
“Don’t mention him,” Shoto growls. He’s been doin’ a lotta that today and you like it. A lot. “Or anyone else right now. It’s just you and me.” You nod submissively. You really should stop riling him up sometimes. But you can’t help it. You’re a cheeky little shit after all.
The relief that engulfs you once those dreadful clothes are off brings out a sigh of pleasure from you. He doesn’t make you wait any longer. He’s already at the source of your heat, lapping up your slick like it’s the elixir of life. To him, it is. You whimper and mewl as his tongue makes its’ way between your folds. It feels so warm and wet, perfect against your swollen lips. You relish in the feeling of what he’s doing to you.
Shoto eats you out like he’s been starved. Greedily, hungrily, in a frenzy. Without a break for air, he keeps going. That tongue, those long digits curling inside of you, his lips, all making you shake and mew. The whimpers and words leaving your mouth are unholy and impure, some real nasty shit.
Only he can get you like this. Only he can have you saying shit like, “Fuck me however you want, daddy.” Or, “Knot in me, alpha! Breed your little omega!”
Once he’s had his fill, he moves away from your core, grabbing your hips and flipping you over, onto your stomach. His fingers are back at your folds, playing with your clit and teasing your entrance, drawing more filthy moans from you. You feel him move on top of you, straddling you. He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with what you’ve been craving for this entire time.
You moan loudly as he fills you up, completely, inch-by-inch. He groans as you draw him in, tight walls clenching around his girth. He stays still for a few moments, allowing you to get comfortable, before he sets a brutal pace. You hands are by your shoulders, gripping the sheets as he fucks you.
Your body is shaking, contorting to his every rough thrust in and out. It’s got your mind absolutely filled with how only your mate can do this to you. You can’t even form a sentence. You mewl, over and over, to the sound of your skin slapping harshly together. Your mingled groans and moans, all that dirty shit dripping from your mouths fill the room. It’s humid. Sweat coating your bodies. Your hair is stuck to your forehead.
Your favourite part — besides from how tight he’s gripping your hips, likely (and hopefully) leaving bruises on your soft skin — is how deep he gets. His tip reaches that perfect spot, making your toes curl and knees bend, before he draws back out, and he does it again and again.
“Sh-sho-shot-to." He grunts out in response. “Sho-sho-I—” Fuck, you can’t even get the sentence out. That’s how brain fucked, how body fucked, this man’s got you.
“What?” He growls. He’s breathing hard, you can hear it, and it makes you drip even more and he can feel it.
“Use your words, baby. What is it?” He groans.
The filthy sounds of him pounding you fills your ears. The squelching of your juices around his length. You can’t even remember what you were trying to say. Oh! That’s right!
“I-I Shoto-Sho fuck I’m-I-I’m gonna,” your voice is quiet and breathy, but he still hears you clearly.
He can feel your thighs beginning to shake, the way your pussy tightens and then releases, and he knows what you mean. “I know,” he grunts again. You continue to moan, feeling your climax coming in hard n’ fast. You gotta know if—
“Just hold on for me, alright. Just-just hold on.” You whimper in response. Not cum yet? You don’t know if you can do that.
“I’ll try—”
He cuts you off, saying, “You will wait for me.”
Your moans and mewls get louder as you get closer, as does his growls and grunts. Even if you can’t wait for him , it doesn’t really matter, you still benefit.
He picks up the pace. You never even realised he had this kinda stamina. But, you should of known. He is THE pro hero ‘Shoto’.
It feels impossibly more pleasurable. It’s like he’s surrounding you. Every thrust is godsent. You couldn’t escape the pleasure of this moment, even if you tried. Your orgasm is building and building, threatening to crash down on you any second now.
“Shoto!” You cry out. You’ve got tears in your eyes. Your shaking, trembling, convulsing as you climax. You squeeze around him hard, sending him over the edge with you. You’re sobbing and screaming at this point, as you feel his knot swell and plunge into you. Thick, white, hot ropes spilling into you. Filling you completely with his seed. Fuck.
You ride out the high together, him rocking into you and you rocking as much as you can manage back into him. Breathing out, he leans down, pulling you back and laying you two on your sides. You groan at the movement, still experiencing those last minute tremors of your orgasm. His legs intertwine with yours, arms wrapping around you. He strokes your head, drawing you close into him as you both calm down. You sniffle and he takes this opportunity wipe the tears from your eyes.
You giggle, “Thanks, honey.” The words dampened by your sudden emotional outburst.
“Anything for you, love," he responds as he kisses the side of your forehead and moves to grab the blankets, pulling them over you two, up to your chin. You snuggle back into him, hands grasping his forearms, a mindless smile spreading across your face.
You say, “You’re not done with me yet, are you?”
He remains silent for a few seconds, before groaning into your hair. It still smells like fresh cut strawberries in the midst of all the scents filling the room.
“Only if you tell me where you hid my suppressants.”
“Than I’m never telling you!” You squeal. There ain’t no way you’re gonna give up this side of your alpha just yet.
“Hey, that’s not what you should be saying,” hey says. His voice is low, bordering on a growl.
“Sorry for not following your script," you say. And now you’re the one wearing a shit-eating grin.
“You know,” he shifts, now leaning over you and narrowing his doe eyes at you, “if you insist on acting up, then maybe I will just have to fuck you through this rut of mine.”
“I hope you do,” you say with a smirk even wider.
“’Course you do,” he grumbles, laying back down again, nose buried in your hair.
You two lay in silence until his knot goes down, and he can finally pull out. He turn you back onto your stomach and pulls the blankets back, drawing out slowly, making you moan. His cum gushes out, further eliciting moans from you.
You can feel it dripping down your the back of your thigh. Shoto watches, enjoying the sight. Though, before he’s realise it, he’s got his fingers inside of you, finger-fucking that cum back into you. You can’t help but start whimpering and moaning even louder as you feel him fingering you.
“Shoto…”
He draws his fingers back out, letting the cum drip out again. He’s tempted to slide them back into you so that no more escapes, but he refrains from doing so, knowing that you two need to talk a bit more about kids than just “Do you want kids? Yea, I want kids. Do you? Yea, sounds good.”
He clears his throat before saying, “I hope you’re ready, baby.” He wraps his hand around your waist and turns you over, onto your back. Your eyes find each other. The sun’s setting, illuminating how wet and dewy and bruised your soft flesh is.
You breathe out, smiling happily, “I’m ready.”
Science and omegaverse
having to explain the omegaverse to a friend because you giggled in science class when the letter omega came on has to be my canon event
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A guide to understanding the fundamentals of the Meant to be AU
By: fairystar111
Rating: Gen
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Summary: A guide to understanding the fundamentals of the Meant to Be AU
Tags: Omega-verse, World Building, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
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What is Omegaverse?
Omega-verse is a subgenre of fiction wherein people have defined biological roles based on a hierarchical system. Classifications include Alpha(Dominant), Beta(Neutral), and Omega(Submissive). They can vary and be any size or gender, classifications are not decided upon by physical traits!
Alpha: The natural leaders of the pack, could be any gender, and are usually strong, aggressive, and extremely protective.
Beta: Are neutral but still very important members of any pack.
Omega: Submissive and gentle, and can be more maternal and nurturing, regardless of gender.
What age are pups classified and how?
In my AU pups are born with their secondary gender already presented and it is tested through the blood.
Can someone be misclassified?
No, blood testing is the most accurate way to test babies when they are born. Though there have been cases of nurses accepting bribes and mislabeling pups for disappointed parents. This action can result in heavy fines and jail time for both parties.
What is a Bond?
A bond is a neural link in a pack member's brain to the pack Alpha. It is formed when one is bitten by a pack Alpha. The pack Alpha can feel all the emotions going through each of their pack and see who needs his help. The pack Alpha can restrict which members are allowed to feel each other's emotions and can close and open the bond at will. They can also allow each member to open and close off their side of the bond if they choose to. It depends on the type of Alpha they are and how much control they want over their pack.
Children are born with the bond in place to their biological parents but it can wither away and die if not neutered correctly.
What is the difference between a pack and a bonded pack?
Packs are groups of people who trust each other and allow more intimate types of affection with pack members. For example if a close friend group of friends at school that consider themselves a pack they will do things like grooming one, another scenting/marking, and build nests together. This type of pack does not require a bite to join and can dissolve at any time.
Bonded packs require a bite to enter and are often considered permanent. While not impossible to leave, joining a bonded pack is a serious decision and not taken lightly. To leave this pack a member must be let out by the pack Alpha.
There are ways to break abusive bonds without the Alpha’s permission if the bond has withered away enough on the members side. A healthy bond is almost impossible to break and not recommended as it can cause harsh physical and mental effects to the pack member.
What are claims/bites and why are they so important?
A claim is when one person bites someone else to claim them as their own. This can be done by any gender and classification. And can be done against someone's will but a claim will be stronger if the other person accepts it/wants it.
Romantic: Biting the scent gland signifies claiming someone as a mate.
Neutral: Biting anywhere on the body to enter a relationship/pack/bonded pack.
Parental: Biting a pup anywhere on the body to form a bond and claim them as their child. Will cause the pup to imprint onto them.
Not every claim equals a bond; some claims are just superficial and leave behind the scent of the claimer to deter outsiders.
A claiming bite will meld together DNA of biter and the one being bit. Leaving the scent of the claimer permanently embedded on the claimed, so that other people will recognize a second scent and know they are claimed.
What is Scruffing?
Scruffing is the act of biting or squeezing the glands at the base of every Omega’s and pup's necks. Once the glands are pressed, either through biting or squeezing, the omega is left in an almost paralyzed and vulnerable state with limited access to their senses and bodily functions relying heavily on their base instincts and pack until it wears off. Usually used to calm down panicking or misbehaving Omegas/pups. Most effective and a strongest result if the glands are bit.
Scruffing omegas outside your pack is illegal, while scuffing other children outside your pack can be considered acceptable depending on the circumstance, doing the same to an unwilling omega is assault.
What is a Drop?
A drop is when an outside action/environmental issue causes the hormones in a person's body to rapidly drop. It pushes them into a state where they can only access their base instincts. They can only recognize people they have bonded with. And often lash out or are afraid of those around them.
They need the care of bonded pack members to help them get out of it naturally or are sedated until their hormones rise back to a stable level.
This should be hard to do. A healthy person will not drop easily but someone who is not taking care of themselves or doing things like suppressing their instincts can cause drops. Along with things like pack separations and stress.
What is an Alpha Command?
An Alpha command is a sort of power all Alphas have over Betas and Omegas. It is the ability to use a tone of voice to command them to do what they want. The stronger the Alpha the harder it is for them to resist.
What is a Heat/Training Heat?
A Heat Cycle is a period of time where an omega goes into a state of heat and wants to be mated and impregnated. They usually experience fever/flu-like symptoms and are in a daze until they get what they want or wait it out. Is usually a period of 1-2 weeks and comes with severe pain in the abdomen/uterus.
A Training Heat is a premature form of heat that is not yet sexual in nature. It is simply a time for a young omega to get accustomed to the symptoms of heat and aware of what is going to happen in the future. They will experience fever and daze along with mild cramping.
Training heats are often spent with parents strengthening their bond with their child. Adoptive parents eagerly await the arrival of their young omegas training heat because of the sensitive nature it brings out of even the most stubborn of pups. This time, especially the first one, can be used to permanently imprint a child onto a new caregiver. The daze of heat makes omega pups much more susceptible to imprinting.
What are Scents?
Scents are pheromones every Alpha, Beta, and Omega have. These scents vary from person to person and have no relation to which classification a person has.
Scent Profiles for Meant to be:
Shigaraki Tomura (Alpha): Dusty old books or just dust and morning dew
Dabi (Omega): Smoke and toasted marshmallow
Bakugo (Omega): Burnt caramel
Twice (Omega): Strawberries and tobacco
Toga (Alpha): Sweet and sour citrus candy
Spinner (Beta): Pineapple and Honeydew
Magne (Alpha/Omega): Chocolate and tart cherry
Kurogiri (Beta): Cool Petrichor and fresh cut grass
Compress (Alpha): Cinnamon and gingerbread cookies
Hawks (Alpha): Pine and cedarwood
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fairystar111 Fic/AU Master List:
Hey guys I realized my blog is a little bit of a mess to scroll through so I made a master list of all my current works for my tumblr readers. This will be updated regularly with any new works. Also if you want to see new posts quickest follow me on Ao3 at fairystar111. I usually post things on there first since tumblr is a lot of formatting work tbh.
Series Title: The New Days
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
AU Summary: This is a dark platonic yandere Villains Win AU. In this AU the war broke out right after the stain arc and took everyone by surprise. The villains quickly won the battle and decided to take their spoils of war in the form of the students. Each part focuses on a different child and their new life with their captor. I'm not going to lie some of these are a little heavy(*cough*#6 *cough*) so make sure to read all tags please.
Status: On Hiatus
Parts:
Dark New World : Prologue
Dead Man's Wish: Yandere Big Brother!Shigaraki takes Izuku after he receives a letter from Afo's confirming him as his son.
Heirs of Yesterday : Yandere!Dabi taking back what is his (Shouto) and forcing him to be the weak baby brother he left behind all those years ago.
Birds of a Feather: Yandere Villain Papa!Hawks takes his intern Tokoyami as his fledgling and uses his avian instincts against him to force him to submit.
Chain the Past: This one involves the entire Yandere!League of Villains taking other members of class 1A and forcing them to be guard dogs for their children.
Trapped in Heaven: Yandere Dad!Twice and Yandere Big Sister!Toga take Ochaco after she saves Toga and Himiko becomes infatuated(platonically) with saving her in return. Though their methods are unconventional and end up hurting Ochaco mentally.
Two of a Kind: Big Brother!Spinner takes Asui in a moment of weakness/loneliness looking for companionship and ends up regretting his decision. He tries to correct his mistakes but the rest of the Yandere!League of Villains are not so quick to let go.
Series Title: Meant to be
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
AU Summary: This is a dark platonic yandere Omega-Verse AU. That focuses on Omega pup!Katsuki Bakugo being kidnapped by the League of Villains and forced to be their pup. Specifically Yandere!Alpha!Shigaraki and Yandere!Omega!Dabi's child. The rest of the league view him as a pack pup with Toga seeing him as her little brother.
Status: Ongoing
Parts:
Meant to be Ours: This story focuses on Bakugo's struggles with his omega classification along with his fight against both Stockholm Syndrome and his own underused suppressed instincts.
Meant to Be AU Omega-verse Guidebook!: A guide to understanding the fundamentals of the Meant to be AU
Meant to be Yours: (Sequel) just read it and find out I'm sick of this summary shit...
Series Title: Baby Blues
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
AU Summary: This is a dark Post-War AU focusing around the Todoroki family. In this AU Yandere!Endeavor is not too hurt during the war and still the Number One Hero after it. He becomes mentally unstable after seeing two of his son's almost die in war that he decides to take Shouto out of UA.
Status: Ongoing
Parts:
Oh Baby Blue don't you know I love you?: Enji is trying to be a good father in his own deranged way by locking Shouto away at home and keeping him away from hero work for his own safety. He convinces everyone that Shouto is mentally unwell that that is why he is gone. He forcibly cares for Shouto drugging him to keep him weak and treating him like a child, doing the things he never did the first time around.
Series Title: Puppy Love
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
AU Summary: Tomura Shigaraki accidentally kidnaps recently transformed puppy Izuku.
Status: Ongoing
Parts:
Chapter 1:
Chapter 2:
Series Title: Host Club Horrors
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
AU Summary: A No Quirks, Mafia + Host Club AU.
Status: Ongoing
Parts:
Strawberry Daiquiri: Host!Shouto is kidnapped by his obsessive older brother Dabi.
Meant to be Ours
By: fairystar111
Rating: Gen
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Summary:
Katsuki knows something dearly wrong is happening but he ignores it He ignores the stalking, the prying eyes, the messages plaguing his phone He doesn't pay any mind to it Until he can’t
Characters: Bakugo Katsuki, Tomura Shigaraki/Dabi | Touya Todoroki, Spinner | Suuichi Iguchi, Kurogiri, Magne | Kenji Hikiishi, Mr.Compress | Sako Atsuhiro, Himiko Toga, Twice | Jin Bubaigawara.
CW/Tags: Kidnapping, Stalking, Forced Bonding, Stockholm Syndrome, Claiming Bites, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Platonic Yandere, Parental Yandere, Emotional Manipulation, Pack Dynamics, Telepathic Bonds, Animal Characteristics, Animal Instincts, Infantilism, Parental Shigaraki Tomura, Parental Dabi | Touya Todoroki, League of Villains as Family.
Start/Previous/Next
It started after the Sports Festival. After he had won and was chained onto the winner’s podium like a feral animal and broadcasted for all the world to see. The text messages slowly began to trickle in. It started off innocent enough questions about his day, reminders to eat, and when it was time to sleep. He had assumed it was one of his classmates wanting to befriend him but not having the courage to do it in person so he had ignored it. Then it started to get creepy. Somehow they knew what he was doing outside of school. When he was staying up late into the night or when he was doing something considered “naughty”, he would get a text reprimanding him as if he were the sender's own petulant child. Sometimes he’d respond demanding to be left alone but was often either ignored or scolded, usually left with promises of a homecoming in his not too distant future.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Time for bed. Brush those little fangs and have that tail tucked under your covers by 10:00pm sharp.
ME: Fuck off.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Watch the language pup, wouldn't want me to show up and punish those bad habits out of you.
ME: read at 9:30pm.
He went to bed…but not because they told him too!
Whenever he goes out, he could feel eyes on him at all times even his house didn’t feel safe anymore, not the customary gaze of people recognizing him from the Sports Festival but something more possessive. Someone was watching him like he belonged to them and they were starting to get bolder. Whenever he would leave his home one of his possessions would go missing: a soft knitted sweater, a small worn plush from his childhood, his old baby blanket that still smelled like milky baby and his parents. Just small things that he used to help soothe his omega. They were inconsequential. He doesn't care…really he doesn't…but.
It was starting to affect his life. Despite how miniscule his collection of comfort items were, he loved them dearly. They were the only things that helped calm him down when he was overwhelmed and upset growling at every shadow in his room. He couldn’t even go to his parents about it because they thought he had thrown those things out years ago.
Ever since he had decided to become a hero his parents had forbidden him from indulging in his omegan instincts. If he was going to be a hero he had to be strong, his mother said. From then on he wasn’t allowed to have a nest, purr, scent others or be scented, cuddle, play, groom or be groomed, or join other packs. Many things that are essential for young pups, especially omegas. It hurt to be excluded from all the ways packs show love to one another.
Soon after the decision he stopped feeling the gentle prodding from his father or his mother’s explosive reactions through their bond. His bond with his parents had fizzled out both mentally and physically, leaving him feeling touch starved and empty. Though he hid those feelings away only showing explosive anger, looking for attention in any he could even if it was negative. It was for the best that his real feelings stay hidden. If he wanted to be a hero he couldn’t let anyone know he was weak to things as pathetic as cuddles.
Most people around him tend to automatically assume he is an Alpha from his offputting demeanor and aggressive tendencies but he has never once spoken of nor confirmed his classification in public. After his explosive display in the Sports Festival no one ever questioned that assumption again. Tabloids spurred on about UA’s unruly alpha Katsuki Bakugo: The next number one hero or villain? He didn't bother correcting them. The scent patches were explained away by claiming his scent was too overpowering. He would distress every omega in class if he didn't wear them. He wasn't allowed to let others know he’s an omega. It’s a weakness that can only be exploited and used against him, no one can ever know the truth.
He didn't realize he had been zoned out until fingers were snapping in front of his face. The room was silent aside from the sound of his own soft stressed whines he had been unknowingly releasing, all eyes were on him and his classmates were all releasing their own worried scents into the air.
“Are you alright Bakugo?” His teacher spoke, concern shining in his eyes.
“I’m fine!” the blonde snapped busy trying to unfurl his usually pointed fluffy ears from his head unsuccessfully before mumbling, “Didn’t sleep much. Just tired.” He’s glad he was sitting down so no one could see his tail tucked firmly between his legs showing his unease. Truthfully he was terrified, every day that passed he felt his stalker getting bolder. They were closing in on him. Probably ready to snatch him up at any moment.
“Alright then.” His eyes and tone conveyed that he didn't quite believe him.
He stayed quiet the rest of class debating on whether the situation was serious enough to tell his teacher. He knows he probably should have told someone sooner, it's been weeks, but he didn't want to be seen as a poor naive little omega that was receiving creepy unsolicited messages and needed a big strong alpha to help him. It was bad enough at home he didn't want his teachers to treat him like he was weak too.
It's fine, everythings is fine. He doesn’t need help from anyone, especially a damn alpha. He’s got it handled. Next week they are going to be going to a week long training camp in the mountains. UA has been keeping the location of the camp strictly underwraps so he should be safe from his stalker. While he's there he’ll train as hard as he can and get so strong it won’t even matter that he’s being relentlessly stalked because he’ll flatten any bastard that tries to get near him.
Or that's what he had thought but now the camp is under attack. There's a group of hostile villains running around looking specifically for him. He's running through a forest trying to get to the evacuation point where Aizawa sensei should be located, with Icy-hot and Deku on his tail along with Eight-arms and Beak-face up front surrounding him while a masked villain tries to get through their defense to nab him.
He doesn’t know when it happened but somehow the man had found an opening. Soon his world was teal blue glass. He couldn’t move or scream. He was suspended in motion trapped in a marble. He could feel himself being tossed around and the man holding him fighting before he was released. He felt a sharp prick in his neck as warm arms surrounded him. His last memory was Deku trying to jump into the portal and slurring at him to stop.
—
As he awoke he groggily took in his surroundings, he was in a some sort of bar surrounded by the League. He was strapped to a chair in heavy quirk restraints. His arms were locked together while his hands were trapped in a metal cube. If he tried to use his quirk he would blow his hands to shreds.
“Hey Shig, I think the brat is awake.” He heard someone say but he couldn't tell who. His head was throbbing, likely from the sedative he was drugged with.
“Welcome Katsuki Bakugo, you were brought to me due to the injustices you've faced at the hands of those you call heroes. You didn't deserve to be chained like an animal- '' Tomura was being rather diplomatic as much as he wanted to immediately mark the boy as his own. It was an alpha pup they were dealing with; they are known to be aggressive and territorial if not introduced properly into a new space.
The white haired man was talking but he couldn't hear a word. He was hyperventilating, his heart was pounding in his ears. Terrified whimpers escaped him as his distressed smell was starting to leak from underneath the day old scent patch. Releasing a sickly sweet distinctly omega smell. The room went silent as the revelation of his true classification was exposed. It was getting harder to breathe. His mind was racing coming up with scenarios each worse than the last. He knows what happens to kidnapped omegas, especially those with powerful quirks. He'll be claimed and mated against his will and used to breed pups until his body is too broken to produce anymore.
“I thought we were taking in an alpha pup?” He hears someone murmur, obviously confused by the pathetically sweet burnt caramel scent wafting in the air. He hears footsteps walking towards him and whimpers as someone tugs off his scent patch exposing even more of his sugary scent into the air.
“To do this shit to a pup, let alone an omega pup. The heroes truly are scum.” Shigaraki growled scent going sour with his displeasure, though he quickly forced himself to calm down when the boy yipped in terror in response. The kid’s eyes were rapidly zipping in different directions around the room, his fluffy blond pointed ears pressed flat against his skull in terror. He was getting overwhelmed. There were likely too many unknown scents and classifications in the room. He couldn't focus.
“Everyone out. Now.” Tomura growled, the rest of his pack fled the room leaving him, Dabi, and Bakugo alone. He scruffed the boy, softing biting at the base of his neck, before carefully undoing the restraints one by one, the pup not being able to move once during the process.
Katsuki trembled in a state of terror, his body lacking any mobility due to alpha nipping at the small glands at the back of his neck effectively paralyzing him. Scruffing was something only a pack member can do to an omega or child due to the vulnerable state it places them in. Though as betas and alpha puppies grow older their glands shrink, eventually fading away, however they stay intact in omegas. Once the glands are pressed, either through biting or squeezing, the omega is left in a vulnerable state with limited access to their senses and bodily functions relying heavily on their base instincts and pack for safety until it wears off. Scruffing omegas outside your pack is just not done, while scuffing other children outside your pack can be considered acceptable depending on the circumstance, doing the same to an omega is assault. He shouldn’t be surprised a villain would use this against him but it was just so goddamn embarrassing. Here’s his shitty biology being used against him yet again proving his parents point on why omegas shouldn't be heroes.
“Can I hold him now?” Dabi asked, swallowing the whine that threatened to leave his chest. He’s been waiting so long to have the little spitfire home. He wants to hold him down and drown him in his scent until he’s nothing but a puddle of happy little purrs.
“Go ahead and stabilize him firefly then get him into the nest. We’ll talk when he’s calmed down.” The alpha frowned, the boy was dropping into his baseline instincts dangerously fast. Most people don’t drop this hard, this easily, unless they are either ignoring their own instincts or being severely neglected. He suspects the boy may have been both.
“It's been a rough day, hasn't it puppy?” Dabi cooed as he scented the boy. The crying boy whined in his arms before going limp. ”Shh shh just relax, you're doing so well baby.” He purred as he got the boy drunk on soothing pheromones. He broke out into a smile when he received tiny almost soundless purrs in return.
“Mine,” Dabi growled possessively, tightening his hold on the small blond. It shouldn't be this easy for the boy to drop just due to pheromones. The ones he and his lover were dousing him in weren't even all that strong. Clearly their pup had been neglected for far longer than they had assumed.
“Ours,” Shigaraki confirmed before doing the same, covering the boy in his scent.
The blonde had originally caught the couple’s attention with his display of power and aggressive behavior, thinking of him as a possible recruit. But when he had been chained to the winner’s podium after being declared the “victor” of the UA Sports Festival, they knew they had to do something. They had been watching the festival to observe the quirks of the next generation of heroes and gather intel for their next attack; they hadn't expected to see such a young child being abused so openly on television. Seeing the terror in his eyes as the boy cried out behind the muzzle struggling in his bonds while the crowd roared in excitement had left a bad taste in their mouths. The boy reminded them of themselves when they were younger, being abused so overtly while everyone around them just watched no one ever stepping up to help. They were going to save that pup and make him theirs.
They decided to first observe his home and see how he was being treated outside of school. If he had a loving pack at home there would be no need to separate them. They could just tear down the heroic institution oppressing him instead. But that wasn't the case, there were no signs of pack bonding between either parent and child. His room lacked any scent from the boy or his parents, hell it barely looked like a pup lived there at all. There were no signs of love that a growing child needs to develop properly. If things kept up like this Bakugo would have eventually gone feral from lack of proper care.
His mother and father often worked late leaving him alone for hours on end to care for himself. The kid would often forget to eat distracted with his training or stay up for hours into the night studying. Once they saw how little he was being parented they decided to start filling the gaps his parents clearly weren't going to do. They started messaging the boy, giving him reminders to eat, when to sleep, establishing a routine he will already be accustomed to for when he comes home with them. They had eyes on him at all times if it wasn't Shigraki or Dabi it was Toga, Compress keeping an eye on the kid.
The last step had been seeing which items brought Katsuki the most comfort and taking them away. So when they were ready to pick him up he would be unstable and ready to latch onto anyone giving him positive attention. Though they suspect that won't be much of a problem given how little attention the pup is given both at home and school. The training camp had been the perfect opportunity to abduct the boy while causing chaos to hero society. Now that they have him they aren’t ever letting him go.
—
Katsuki broke through the pheromone-induced haze with a disgruntled whine. He doesn't know how long he was stuck in the floaty haze of comfort but when he came to, he found himself in a large soft nest filled with plush pillows and soft blankets. He was currently being held by the villain Dabi Papa, his mind supplies. He wanted to move to escape from the hold but it felt so good to be covered in the scent of another omega and to be cuddled like he was someone’s beloved pup. He hasn't had anything like this since before his quirk came in. The warm hands gently carding through his hair, occasionally running a wrist through it scenting him made his mind fuzzy and despite his best efforts tiny purrs escaped his chest.
“You awake firecracker?” Dabi rumbled, hands slowing to a stop as he observed the scent-drunk puppy. He smiled as he watched him get his bearings. For the better part of two hours he's been watching the boy, rubbing gentle circles into his skin, the child content to lay on his chest, whining softly, lip trembling whenever the older omega so much as pulled away to find his phone to snap a picture. Under that false exterior shell of anger layed a sweet docile pup waiting to be loved, just as he had thought.
“Mm-hmm,” he lazily responded, eyes closed nuzzling into the hand to try and get it to start petting him again. He felt so calm with Dabi’s soothing pheromones sinking into his skin until he heard footsteps approaching their the nest. He whimpered in fear, latching onto the villain curling his head into the other omega’s neck breathing in his sweet smoky scent of toasted marshmallows for comfort.
“May I come in, omega?” Shigaraki asked. They usually don’t do this sort of traditional bullshit but they thought it might be easier for the pup to imprint onto them if their dynamics were clear to establish them in his mind as prospective parents. Nearly feral packless children will oftentimes attach themselves to any potential paternal figure around them their instincts deem suitable. If they had not swooped in when they did, the boy would have likely irreversibly bonded to one of his teachers, possibly Eraserhead or even worse All Might.
“Yes alpha,” the older omega responded as he moved himself over to make room for the white haired alpha. Katsuki whined as he was moved from Papa the scarred villain and snuggled into an unfamiliar muscled chest though he soon calmed as he was scented yet again. He was fine, it was just Daddy Shigaraki. He relaxed into the dusty scent of old books and cold morning dew.
“We've been watching you for a while now, little hero. We know how badly you've been treated at home and in school. We brought you here because we want to save you and keep you as our own.” Tomura explained watching the blond's crimson eyes, just like his, widened in shock.
“It…w’s..you?” The blond slurred. His stalker, or stalkers apparently, had won and kidnapped him like they promised. Maybe he should have actually told someone…oops. To be fair he didn’t expect them to be the League of Villains. He had assumed it was probably some weak basement dwelling loser…again oops. That was his bad. Maybe he shouldn't have underestimated unknown extras so quickly.
“You were so rude to us over the phone. We were only trying to protect you sweetheart.” Dabi cooed before Shigaraki chimed in sternly stating “If you behave that way with us again, I’ll have to punish you puppy.”
“‘M s’rry. Go home now?” The blond asked, it was getting late, his classmate and teachers are going to get worried if he doesn't come back soon.
“No, you can never go back there. This is your home now.” The alpha growled disapprovingly. Though he tried not to get too upset, the kid is still pretty out of it from the pheromones he was doused with. He likely doesn’t even know what he's saying.
“No no no…need go… want t’ be h’ro,” Katsuki whined, despite how nice it felt to be treated like pack, he had a life he needed to get back to. He was going to be the number one hero, he didn't have time to waste doing things like packbonding. No matter how much his instincts screamed for it.
“You can play hero with us all you want spitfire. You can be our little hero right here.” The omega tried to reason. Though he knows if someone had tried to convince him at Katsuki’s age to stop being a hero he never would have listened either. Unfortunately this was something they were going to have to train out of him through use of punishment. Something he wished someone would have done for him before he horrifically scarred himself trying to play hero for his father’s attention.
“You don’t need to be risking your life for people who treat you like your disposable. Who will replace you with a new shiny hero as soon as you get injured so badly you need to be taken out of the field permanently and will forget you in the blink of an eye. Your sacrifice means nothing to them. They don’t deserve you. You are never going to be a hero.” Tomura hissed, tightening his hold on the boy as he released a strong disapproving parental scent, used for reprimanding misbehaving puppies.
“No! I 'm a hero! I’m leavin’!” The boy shouted, setting off tiny crackling explosions against the man's chest. His heart stopped as he realized what he had done, the temperature of the room dropping as the mood plummets. He could smell anger coming from Daddy Shigaraki and disappointment from Papa Dabi.
“Naughty puppy, do we need to bring back the restraints?“ Tomura asked calmly, nipping the boy's shoulder when he received no response. They had decided early on that he would be the one handling most punishments and discipline while Dabi did most of the comforting and consoling at least for now to establish Tomura as the dominant alpha and Dabi as a reassuring omega in the boy’s mind. Once the pup is thoroughly imprinted they will both be handling the discipline and aftercare equally.
“Well do we, baby?” Dabi asked, dousing the boy in his reassuring scent.
“Nooo,” Katsuki whined cursing his biology as his instincts screamed: appease sire, appease dam, apologize, take punishment. He flopped over on Daddy’s Shigaraki’s lap, belly up and neck bared in submission.
He gasps as he is gently flipped over by strong rough hands and placed onto his belly, as Daddy the Alpha begins to rain down harsh swats on his bottom. He feels a distinct fear in the back of his mind, it would only take one hit with five fingers for him to be decayed. Though his instinct riddled mind supplied Sire would never hurt us. We've been bad. Deserve this.
“You’re doing so good,” Dabi cooed as he stroked the boy's hair gently wiping away the boy's tears as his lover started to land harsher swats on the boy's stinging bottom “Taking your punishment so well puppy. We're almost done.”
“Papa,” Katsuki cried, arms reaching out to Dabi trying to get out his Daddy’s hold. His mind was so foggy he didn’t realize what he had just called the other man.
“Don’t look at him, focus on me. Your papa isn't going to save you from this, little one.” The alpha nipped the boy's ear before asking “Why are you being punished puppy?”
“Because Daddy is an assho-Ah!,” The boy yelped at the loud smack to his sit spots his snide remark got him. “I used my quirk-ow! on you and tried-ah! to leave.”
“That’s right baby, good job,” The older omega cooed purring as he stroked the boy's cheeks. “You're being a very good boy.” The young omega eagerly accepted the praise, responding in kind with his own rumbling purr nuzzling into the warm hand.
“You will never try to use your quirk on any member of the League nor will you ever try to leave the nest again, am I understood? Everything you will ever need, you can find right here with us.” The man barked, accentuating each word with a harsh swat.
He didn't want to agree. He didn't but his bottom was on fire and his neglected inner omega was screaming at him to please sire, pups don’t stray far from their nests, say yes. And the steady affection he was getting from his papa didn't help, only fuelling on his omega.
“I-i understand Daddy,” Bakugo answered through hitched breaths and rumbling purrs. He wanted to scream and run away from this place but he also wanted to sit still and be a good boy for Daddy and nuzzle and purr at Papa. He didn’t know what was going on; it was like his body was on autopilot and functioning without any of his input.
“Good boy, you did wonderfully. I'm so proud to have such a brave pup.” Shigaraki praised the boy as he finished up his spanking, laying down and settling the boy on his chest. Chuckling when the loudest purr they've ever heard from the boy escaped his lips from the simple praise.
“Sleep now, we'll be right here when you wake.” Dabi cooed curling himself around his partner and child watching the boy try his hardest to fight sleep but ultimately fail as his breaths even out and he unconsciously snuggled deeper into their hold.
—
Bakugo would like to say that during the months he was with the League he spent his time kicking and screaming, that he was a pest and a menace the entire time, never once backing down or submitting to them, and that he would have blown them to bits if not for the quirk canceling drugs in his system but that would be a lie. No he found it incredibly hard to rebel let alone fight against any of them, especially the pair his instincts are convinced are going to be his new “dads”. His insides turn gooey and his mind fuzzy the second either of them were around. His mind is clearest when they are away, if either of them are around his instincts just make him want to cling to them and appease them in any way he can.
After they had coerced the truth of his homelife out of him the pair seemed to make it their mission to embarrass him at every given moment. Constantly cuddling and petting him, nuzzling and scenting him whenever he was near, and praising him for the simplest of tasks. He hated how it made him melt, his tail wagging and instant purrs sounding from his throat giving him away as he tried to push away their constant doting. The worst was when they would bathe him, spending hours lovingly washing him, making his brain mush for hours after. Grooming is another form of packbonding he has been denied for so long. It being one of the strongest forms of packbonding there is, usually used for young pups, introducing new members into a pack, or grounding someone gone feral. It's a very intimate way to show how much you care for a pack member.
That's not to say the rest of the League weren't menaces because they definitely are. Kurogiri is a vigilant motherfucker always watching him and thwarting any escape attempts. The beta always seems to know when he is going to act out, opening a portal and depositing him straight into his “parents” waiting arms. Though he’s not all bad, he does cook them delicious meals, and always makes sure his portion is extra spicy, and helps bring him whatever he needs when he’s being punished and not allowed to leave the nest, even sneaking him the spicy wasabi snacks he likes. He often helps sooth Shigaraki’s scratching fits and lightens his punishments when he believes Tomura is too harsh. He suspects the mist-man raised Shigaraki given the rumbling purrs the alpha constantly releases in his presence and how easily he can sway his decisions with only a stern expression.
Magne and Compress are both annoying but for different reasons. Magne seems to have it in her head that he is incredibly delicate and needs to be held at all times. She claims it's due to her instincts but he thinks she just wants a puppy to spoil. Magne is biologically an alpha male but feels she is truly a female omega. Being around her is always a trip. His instincts tell him he should be obedient and submit while his mind is telling him she is an omega equal to him. He usually just lets her do whatever she wants since his instincts get so confused around her. Most time he spends in her care he is scruffed, scented until he is dazed, and bound to her nest.
Compress on the other hand is also protective but in an extremely irritating way. He is too good at predicting when he is going to act out and capturing him mid-escape with his quirk. All it takes is one touch and then he is stuck in a little blue marble. But worst of all, the alpha is always teasing him, calling him the most ridiculous pet names just to see him blush.
“Come on baby boy, it’s time to eat.” Atsuhiro cooed as he fetched the boy from his nest, picking him up and carrying him on his hip to take him to the dining room.
“Shut up!” The boy grumbled as his cheeks started to flush pink. He can’t help it, he's not used to this sort of thing. Affection was never something given to undesirable pups like him. Only the sweet docile omegas were treated that way, never the aggressive “alphas” like Katsuki.
“Well isn't that adorable. You're as red as a sweet little strawberry, just as cute as one too.” Sako chuckled; he loved to tease the boy. It was good to see him pouting and embarrassed rather than angry and almost feral like he used to be. Especially in the beginning, it helped take his mind off the initial kidnapping and be less tense around them. Instead of focusing on how sad he is to be away from school and hero life he is focused on the teasing and trying to get away from it, usually into the arms of one of his fathers or one of the other members of the League. Really Sako was being benevolent, generous even! He’s just helping the pack bond. If he finds the boy's reactions especially entertaining, well he'll just keep that to himself.
“Stop it,” Katsuki whined. He could feel his face heating up more and more. He looked around for help but saw nothing but mirthful gazes looking his way. Even his Daddy was cracking an amused smile. He made eye contact with his Papa and extended his arms out towards him making grabby hands. He widened his eyes, flopped his ears downward, and jutted out his bottom lip into a pout making sure to look extra pitiful. His Papa was more likely to help him out if he looked genuinely upset.
“Stop picking on the baby, Sako.” Dabi teasingly scolded the man before taking the boy and sitting him on his lap to feed. Breakfast today was spicy rice porridge topped with fried egg and green onions, one of his favorites.
“It’s all in good fun, I’m sure the cutie patootie knows that.” Atsuhiro said he could help but say one last playful jab before taking his place at the dinner table, chuckling at the state of the boy's face.
Bakugo whined as he flushed bright red from the top of his hairline to the bottom of his chin. He hid his face in his Papa’s neck to avoid the laughing and amused gazes from around the dinner table. He must look like a tomato. Even his papa was struggling not to laugh...Hmph! Traitor.
Then there's Toga, the only other pup in this place. She's a lot to put it simply, upon meeting him she immediately adopted him as her little brother and will not leave him alone. She decided to be his “protector” as his older sister, meaning she won’t let him out of her sight at all times and tries to play with him at any given moment. He’ll never forget when he first met Toga officially. The girl had burst into their room demanding to see him, he had been surprised when she hadn't been snarled at or shooed out like the others.
“I want to see the baby.” The girl whined at the edge of the nest waiting for an approving chuff from either male before getting in.
“You know he’s only two years younger than you, Himiko.” Dabi drawled before chirping at the brat to come in.
“Doesn't matter! I have big sibling rights even if he was only a day younger, he would still be a baby to me!” Toga argued as she squirmed her way into the nest.
“Huh, is that so?” Tomura looked questioningly toward the omega to which Dabi nodded in agreement. It didn't matter to him if Natsuo and Fuyumi were only a couple years younger than him, to Dabi they will always be his babies. He doesn’t like to think about Shouto; he wants nothing to do with that insipid alpha pup.
“Hi my name is Himiko Toga but you can call me Himi-nii!” Toga squealed giggling as the scent-drunk boy groggily opened his eyes.
“Toga? Why r y’u h’re?” Katsuki slurred his foggy mind, not quite being able to catch up to his mouth. He hasn’t seen the rest of the League for a while now. He’s been stuck in his parent’s nest for so long. He's not allowed to leave the nest yet, the only times he gets to leave is to be bathed or use the bathroom and even then he is either supervised or timed. He’s only caught a few glimpses of the others though his parents usually snarl at them when they get too close to him. So he hasn't had much social interaction recently.
“You're so cute! I'm here to play! I can't wait to bite you!” She got into a playbow ready to pounce on the boy only to be stopped by a large hand plopping onto her head.
“He’s pretty out of it, brat. He won’t be able to play with you for a while.” Shigaraki ruffled the brat’s hair and snickered as she whined, calling him a meanie while still purring and nuzzling into his hand. He had to owe it to her, before Toga, he had never been in close proximity to a kid let alone taken care of one himself. Having Twice’s pup around helped him learn how to properly deal with children and got him prepared for bringing Katsuki home. He thinks he’ll always have a soft spot for the blood-obsessed alpha pup.
“You can come back after he’s had his nap.” Dabi answers, laughing softly as she pouted, whining under her breath about them hogging the new puppy.
Though he can’t say it's all bad, he never grew up with littermates being an only child and never bonded with anyone his own age. He hasn't gotten to play with other pups since he was three. And she’s so much fun to play with, always chasing him around the base or stalking and tackling him when he least expects it. The adults don’t bother to break them up much leaving them to tussle and gnaw on each other as they please. They're puppies. It's good for them, it helps with their development and learning how hard to bite they say. Her bites draw blood too often though. She claims it's because she loves him so much. He thinks it has something to do with her quirk and how she needs blood like she needs food.
Spinner is the most normal out of the bunch, a simple beta. He didn’t really seem like much of a villain and Bakugo didn't take him as seriously as the others at first thinking he could easily beat him in a fight even without his quirk. Until the day he tried to escape in his care. While the lizard man had been dozing off on the couch in the living room seemingly unaware. He had tiptoed his way down the hall making sure to stay as silent as possible. When he got to the entrance he felt a chill go down his spine. He rushed to open the door when he heard a whoosh sound and then strike! The loose fabric from his shirt and shorts were pinned to the wall by long blades with killer accuracy. He looked around but saw no one there then looked up and saw glowing red eyes. There was Spinner crawling on the ceiling upside down with a terrifying expression on his face.
“Where do you think you are going, pup?”
It's safe to say he did not try his luck with the man again. Aside from being mildly terrifying he’s pretty good company. He doesn't coddle or put him under as much as the others. He really only scruffs him when he absolutely has to. Instead he plays video games with him or just lets him do his own thing with minimal supervision. Something the others can't seem to fathom. He’s like a cool slightly geeky older brother.
Twice is the only other biological omega part of the League, besides Dabi. Katsuki is not part of the League so he does not count! The man is easy to fool and unstable, often needing help from the other alpha’s to help with his shattered psyche. He has a soft spot for children, apparently claiming Toga as his own almost immediately after meeting her. It didn’t take long to get him wrapped around his little finger.
At first he wasn’t allowed to see any members of the League. Then after a month stuck with only his parents, he was allowed out of their nest to meet everyone except for Jin. His Papa would get really aggressive and snap whenever Jin would come near him, snarling that he already had his own puppy and to get away. Though after some time he eventually calmed down and he was allowed to meet Jin properly.
He can be pretty clingy with both him and Toga oftentimes keeping them tucked into his nest while the others are away on a mission. He plays with them a lot, always happy to create a game for them or chase them around. He’s a terrible cook but always has snacks on hand to feed them whenever he thinks they might be getting hungry. He just wants to make them feel happy and loved. It's no surprise he is the one Katsuki has been waiting to use for his escape.
He was too trusting, too soft, too unsuspecting, it was only time before someone took advantage of those omegan qualities he puts on display. Bakugo bid his time until the perfect moment arose and then it was here. The others were all going out on a mission, what exactly for he doesn’t know the exact details, but everyone except Twice would be needed. This was the chance he was waiting for all this time. As they geared up and got ready to leave, the boy feigned grogginess making sure to look extra sleepy so he wouldn’t get a precautionary scruff before they left.
“Behave I don’t want to have to come back early to punish you.” Shigaraki told him sternly before kissing his forehead and nuzzling his cheek goodbye.
“I’ll be good. I promise.” Katsuki mumbled, rubbing his eyes and yawning for good measure.
“We’ll be back soon, be good for Jin.” Dabi cooed before doing the same as his partner.
“Bye Daddy, bye Papa,“ he mumbled as he gave them each a kiss on the cheek. Katsuki’s gut churned as he watched them walk through the portal, thinking about the betrayal he was about to commit. They're villains, he shouldn't feel bad, he shouldn't miss them, he should hate them with all his might but…he doesn’t. He likes the way they make him feel cared for and loved, he loves-No! They manipulated him; none of this is real. He’s in too deep, he has to go now! Before it's too late.
“What do you want to do? Let’s play! There's still a couple hours before bedtime. Go to bed now!” Jin rambled excitedly. This is the first time he’s taken care of the boy all on his own, he was delighted, they were going to get to spend some time all to themselves to bond.
“Can we just watch a movie? I feel too tired to play,” he said, faking a yawn. “Sorry but can we um…Could you maybe um-” Katsuki mumbled, fidgeting with his hands feigning nervousness.
“What is it pup? Whaddya Want?” Jin looked so concerned for him it made his stomach sink.
“Can we cuddle please? I usually cuddle with Daddy and Papa during movies b-but it's okay if you don’t want to!” The younger omega asked, tilting his head to the side and widening his eyes. The man will be falling for the act in three…two…o-
“Of course we can! So cute!” Twice squealed, leaning in to hug the boy and move him onto his lap. He’s so happy that the boy is finally becoming more comfortable around them, even initiating affection toward him on his own.
So trusting…
The man is a typical clingy, naive, trusting omega, something Bakugo cannot risk becoming. As much as he hates to take advantage of another omega, this has to be done. It's the way of the world. If you leave yourself open and vulnerable, someone is bound to take advantage. This time it's my turn, Katsuki thought as he squeezed the glands on the back of the man's neck, scruffing him. He straightened up, dropping the act as he pushed the man off of him watching as Jin’s body slumped relaxing against his will onto the couch.
“Kat’ st’p pleas’. Can't go!” Jin cried as the boy tied his hands and legs together with blankets further immobilizing him.
“I’m sorry. For what it's worth I really did like you, tell Himiko she was a good playmate. Goodbye Jin.” He ignored the man's cries as he looked for his shoes. They weren't by the door and he didn't have enough time to look around his parent’s Shigaraki and Dabi’s room for them. He begrudgingly slipped on Himiko’s pink sneakers and stole one of his Daddy’s Shigaraki’s hoodies from the coat rack before slipping out the door.
He didn’t know where he was. The building he was being kept in was very nondescript and tattered on the outside, all the buildings in the area were. He walked into the closest alley and spread dirty puddle water, dirt, and trash all over himself trying to cover his scent and get rid of the League’s. He grimaced at the horrid smell but hopefully he won't leave a trail of scent that can be traced. With no idea where he is and no phone, he decided to start running in a random direction looping around blocks and cutting through alleyways hoping to find a convenience store. He needs to get scent neutralizer and scent patches before he finds a hero. He can’t let anyone know he is an omega. His parents forged his records to state that he is an alpha. If one of the policemen smell him and realize his records were falsified, his parents could get into a lot of trouble. His career could be over before it even began.
After twenty minutes of running through a residential area he finally found a convenience store open. As he walked into the shop the cashier payed him no mind only briefly glancing over his face before turning back to their attention back to their cell phone. He guesses it has been a while since the news stopped airing his case, from his rough calculations it has been a little over a month and a half since he was kidnapped. He browsed the aisles looking for the hygiene section, eventually finding it and stuffing a small pack of scent patches into the front pocket of his hoodie. As he crouched down looking at the different options for scent remover he heard the door chime signaling a new customer had arrived. He thought nothing of it as he lifted his hand to put the small bottle into his pocket but froze as his arm was caught in a firm grip. He stiffly raised his head to see Mr.Compress, out of costume he doubts anyone noticed who he is.
“Hmm what’s this?” Astuhiro asked, looking towards the bottle in the boy's hand. “Trying to hide a certain secret, are you? Well I don't think that will be necessary, though you are in dire need of a bath.” He tightened his grip as the boy tried to pull his arm away. God he smelled awful, Sako was glad Tomura had a tracking chip installed in him otherwise he would not have been able to find him through scent alone.
“Let me go!” Bakugo snarled. How did they find him already? They weren't supposed to be back until morning.
“Come now, pup. If you come quietly without making a fuss, I won’t tell your Daddy about this.” Compress watched as the boy's brave face crumpled at the mention of Shigaraki.
“I'm not a pup, I'm a hero and I'm not going back!” He can’t go back! He won’t! If he goes back to the League, he might never want to come back home.
“Oh is that so? Well I'll tell you what I see.” Sako spoke in a teasing manner, catching the boy's other wrist in his arm. ”I see a naughty little runaway in need of punishment.”
“Shut up! Get out of my way or I’ll blow you to hell!” Katsuki yelled as he tried to detonate his explosions, whining in distress when his quirk wouldn’t comply with his demands. He looked towards the cashier for help but lost hope when they quickly averted their eyes, ignoring the situation.
“One dose of quirk canceling drugs can last up to twelve hours in the body. You were given some this morning, I know you can't fight. Let's go home and forget this all happened.” The boy remained the same, stubbornly staring at his hands as he tried to squirm away. “Now Katsuki. Don’t make me scruff you.” Sako warned, emitting a deep warning growl that made the boy go still.
It's been months since he last trained. He had tried to in the beginning but was punished and put to a stop almost immediately. Most of his muscle mass is gone, he won’t be able to win a hand to hand fight and he doubts Atsuhiro would play fair anyway. There's no getting out of this one. He lost to the villains again.
“You promise you won’t tell?” The omega asked as he stopped his struggles and leaned into the alpha. This has been the closest he’s ever actually got to escaping. He doesn’t even want to know what the punishment will be if they find out.
“I promise,” Sako promised with a wink miming zipping his lips and throwing away the key. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder tightly as he walked them out of the store.
“Kudos on the shoplifting, very villain-like if I do say so myself.” Compressed quipped chuckling when the boy’s face scrunched up in displeasure.
“Just shut up…Is everyone else home too?” Katsuki asked timidly. He didn't want to face Jin after his betrayal. He didn’t want to see any of his pack the League after what he did to the omega.
“No, I was sent back to retrieve Jin as it was decided he was necessary to the mission. We were going to switch places. I take care of you and he goes out to help the others. You can imagine my surprise when I saw Jin scruffed and bound, crying because you had left. They're still off on their mission. I didn't want to disrupt anything by telling them what was going on. They'll be back by morning.” That is a lie they were all alerted as soon as the boy left the base by the tracking chip. They had sent Sako to retrieve him because he was the least identifiable out of costume aside from Toga but she was still needed for the mission.
“Oh.” The rest of the walk home was silent. It turns out Katsuki did not make it as far as he thought he did. The base was only a short walk from the convenience store. The rest of the night passed in a blur. He was ushered into a quick bath and sent to bed. Compress making sure to lock him in his actual room for the night. It was windowless and bleak, lacking any furniture or personality. He hasn't spent much time in it, most days stuck close to his parents' sides or confined to their nest. The room felt so cold and lonely compared to the warmth and affection he had steadily gotten used to receiving. I miss them, he thought as he closed his eyes and drifted off into a fitful sleep.
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He was roused from his sleep by the now unfamiliar feeling of an empty nest. Huh…usually when he woke up at least one of his dad’s were with him. He waited until someone came to get him. He waited and waited but thirty minutes later still no one had shown up to check on him. Eventually he mustered up the courage to try to open the bedroom door, it was unlocked. He heard voices chatting down the hall towards the kitchen but the talking stopped as soon as he entered the room.
All eyes suddenly turned on him, the tension was thick in the air.
“Good morning young Bakugo, we're just finishing up breakfast there should still be some left over if you’d like.” Kurogiri regarded him with a stiff sort of politeness he wasn’t used to.
“O-okay,” They ate without him?
“You can serve yourself, the food is on the stove.” What’s going on? Why are they acting like this?
Everyone else left the table moving to the living room without giving him a glance. He sullenly ate his food alone. After he finished eating he waited again for someone to come get him. No one came. He hesitantly got up from his seat and followed the cheerful chatter into the living room. All the seats were taken deliberately, some members even crossing their feet over couches so he wouldn't have a place. No one spared a glance as he made his way toward them, not even his papa would acknowledge his existence, never once looking his way. He sat quietly on the floor near the couch not knowing what to do. His ears perked up from their sad droopy state when his Daddy finally spoke to him.
“Is there anything you want to tell us, little boy?” Shigaraki barked, face stoney scarlet eyes cold and uncaring.
The boy flinched, Daddy had never spoken to him so callously before, that tone was regarded for people he couldn’t care less for. He hesitantly shook his head no.
“Really? That's not what I heard, no I heard that a certain misbehaving brat had an impromptu escapade to the market last night. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?” Shigaraki tilted his head, cold gaze piercing seeing into Bakugo’s soul.
Katski froze face paling in realization. They knew.
“You promised you wouldn't tell,” Katsuki muttered, sending a betrayed look towards Sako.
“I promised I wouldn’t tell your Daddy and I didn’t. He’s not your Daddy anymore so that promise is null and void.” Sako spoke uncharacteristically stoic, donning an bored expression.
“W-what do you mean?” He looked toward the pair his omega had gotten so attached to and only saw cold indifference on their faces. They don’t want him anymore. I mean it's not like he wanted them in the first place, who cares if they don't love him anymore. Why is this happening again? It's just his stupid inner omega being sensitive. Why does no one ever want him?
“Clearly you don't want to be part of our pack so you will no longer be treated as such. Though you will still be housed here seeing as you are still a valuable asset that can be used against the heroes.” Distressed whines were now starting to leak out of the boy though he himself hasn’t seemed to notice.
“You are no longer a part of this family. Go back to your room, we'll come get you if you're needed for anything.” The devastated cry the boy released shatters the hearts of everyone in the room. If it wasn’t for the scent blockers they put on beforehand they likely would have given up the ruse right then and there.
Katsuki could feel his heart break as he was ushered back into the room and the door slammed and locked shut firmly behind him.
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Each day that passed his heart cracks more and more. No one ever comes to visit him now; he spends his time locked away in isolation with nothing but the sound of his own cries. There's no furniture in the room, not even a bed, just three thin blankets and a small pillow he used to make a small nest. They left him no forms of entertainment, no toys, no games, not even a book, nothing to help get his mind away from the pain. His meals are bland and delivered by portal.
No one interacts with him directly and no amount of crying or screaming can make them acknowledge him. The room reeks so strongly of misery, it's probably leaking out from underneath the door but he doubts the others care about the scent. They hardly bother with him at all. The last time he saw one of the others was a couple days ago to collect his blood. They were wearing scent blockers and expressionless, he couldn't tell what they were thinking or what they were going to use it for. They didn't speak to him, only took what they needed and left. He really is nothing but a tool for them to use now.
Two weeks into the new treatment he woke up feeling sick. He was feverish; the room around him was a hazy blur. His tummy was pulsing with pain that with each passing hour began to ache more and more. He thinks his body was going through his first training heat. He’s never gotten one before despite being older than the typical age omegas start to get them due to the heavy suppressants he was used to taking.
For young omegas this premature form of heat is not sexual in nature. It is simply a time for a young omega to get accustomed to the symptoms of heat and aware of what is going to happen in the future. Training heats are often spent with parents strengthening their bond with their child. Adoptive parents eagerly await the arrival of their young omegas training heat because of the sensitive nature it brings out of even the most stubborn of pups. This time, especially the first one, can be used to permanently imprint a child onto a new caregiver. Once the bond is sealed it can never be broken, the new parent will always be able to influence and command their pup. It's one of the reasons laws and regulations around adopting omega pups are so strict. If a pup already has a healthy bond with a set of parents a new bond can not be formed against their will. But if their instincts have any doubts or insecurities about their parents a new bond can be formed with a caregiver their instincts find more suitable.
Everything hurts. He wants Dabi and Shigaraki to come back. He sniffled getting so caught up in his emotions he didn’t realize how loud his desperate cries were becoming. His instincts were screaming, they were in anguish from yet another cruel rejection from a pack that was supposed to care for him. He wanted–no he needed his Daddy to take the chilling pain away he needed his Papa to soothe the desperate ache in his heart. He wanted things to go back to the way they were before.
The teen lost in the haze of despair did not notice the door creaking open. Nor did he notice Dabi almost fall to his knees when hit with the wide range of agony in the air. The air was thick with the nauseating scent of abandonment, suffocating loneliness, pungent sorrow, and most importantly sickeningly sweet immature heat.
The decision to force the boy into a stressed induced heat had been a difficult one. Dabi had been adamant against the idea stating natural bonds formed from the boy's own free will would breed less resentment and make for a much happier pup. While Tomura argued that a bit of isolation discomfort now and some resentment later would be better than their pup escaping and completely forgetting them.
The pair's indecision and constant arguing had caused much turmoil between the League. Some agreed with Dabi that a natural bond would be better in the long run while others agreed with Shigaraki that the boy's last attempt had been way too close and rushing a permanent bond would be better to secure their connection to the kid in the event of a successful escape.
They decided to settle the augment via vote. Shigaraki won five votes to Dabi’s three, Twice being the last deciding vote to tip the scales in his favor. Then formed their plan of action. They would make their rejection clear and concise leaving no room for misjudgement. The boy will be excluded purposefully before being exiled from the pack, the length of his time in exile will depend on how quickly his heat will arrive. The rejection of yet another pack this young, should make the boy spiral into his first heat. His hormones will go haywire searching for any suitable parental figure to latch onto. That is when they'll swoop in and claim him permanently. Well Tomura will, Dabi is still quite upset and refuses to lay his claim on the boy if he’ll be in such a frenzied state under duress. For the time being Tomura will be the one taking the lead with the plan. Dabi will offer his support when the process is over but he wants nothing to do with it.
When they entered the room they saw the poor boy writhing in the sheets of his poorly constructed nest, likely the first he's ever made himself. His face was flushed pink and panting, his body glistening, sticky with sweat. The teen's hazy eyes drew to a focus body stiffening as he recognized the new scents in the air. His tail wagged as he struggled to move his sluggish body into an upright position desperate to see if the ones he's been longing for are really here.
“Is our little one ready to behave?” Shigaraki took the lead while his lover focused on calming himself and settling his distressed scent. The transition from always having their pup within arms reach to not having him at all had been hard on his omega. Dabi had dropped after the first three days going into an almost feral state from hearing and smelling his pup in agony but not being allowed to see him. He would destroy any doubles Jin made somehow knowing in his feral state that they were not the real Bakugo. Only when Toga transformed into the boy did he calm down, being soothed by the other pack pup in disguise.
The boy struggled to form his mouth into words. The only sounds able to escape his throat were desperate canine whines and whimpers. He yipped sharply as Shaigaraki’s face morphed into one of displeasure.
“Hm, I don't think so. He can’t even be bothered to grace us with a reply. Maybe another week spent here will fix that.”
The man spoke with no remorse, like it didn't matter that he’s suffering alone, like Katsuki didn't matter. It broke something deep inside him, any remaining pieces left of his pride crumbled.
“N-no please! I'm sorry- I-i’m so sorry. I-i’ll listen! Don't go… please…please don’t leave me again i-” The pups's desperate pleas were callously cut off by the other man.
“Why should I believe you when all your actions thus far have proven otherwise? Why should I bother with you at all?” Shigaraki stalked forward until he was towering over the boy, cruel gaze pinning him down. “There’s thousands of orphaned children that would kill to be treated like you were. Maybe I should go care for one of them instead of wasting my energy on such an ungrateful brat.” I don't want any of them, I could never replace you.
“No! I'll do whatever you want. I'll never try to escape again. I'll stay by your side. Please don’t leave me.” Tears were streaming down his face, harsh sobs interrupting his speech so much he was hardly understandable.
“And if I want to sink my teeth in your neck, claim you as my own and cherish you forever, what would you say? Would you try to run away again? Maybe break your Papa’s heart a second time?” Just give in. Please stop making me treat you this way, puppy. You’re breaking my heart.
“Do whatever you want! Just don’t go!” Small clawed hands desperately clutched at Shigaraki’s shirt fearing if he let go, the man would disappear altogether.
“Now that doesn't sound very enthusiastic. Beg for it. I want you to hear you say it.” Not explicit enough I need to hear you say it please.
“P-please…stay.” It was getting harder to speak through the haze of heat, having two potential parents in the room was making his instincts go into overdrive. Makes him want to do anything to be claimed and kept for good this time.
“That's all you got? Maybe you don't want this as much as you say you do.” I don’t want to be a villain to you. Don't make me feel like I forced you.
“Please I w-want to be in the pack…want to be yours.” The omega pleaded, he wants nothing more than to be a part of the pack again he hopes his Daddy can see that.
“You’re sure, puppy? You really want this?” It doesn’t matter if you don't, I'm still going through with it no matter what. I just wish you wanted us as much as we want you.
“Yes Daddy, please bite me. I want to stay with you.” The sincerity on the boy's face shocked the alpha, he paused for a moment before allowing the cold facade he was putting on fade away as wide teary red eyes stared up at him longingly.
“Alright baby, come here.“ Shigaraki settled himself down on the misshaped nest. The boy didn't need to be told twice. He quickly scrambled onto the alpha’s lap, tail wagging eagerly and ears standing to attention, awaiting direction.
“Tilt your head to the side for me,” The pup immediately complied, tail beginning to wag harder. “Good boy, this will only hurt for a second.” He said as he sank his teeth in the side of the boy's neck below his scent gland. Biting the scent gland is strictly for lovers; a parental or pack bite can be anywhere on the body. Tomura placed his bite somewhere very noticeable and difficult to hide in the event of a kidnapping or a hero raid on their base; his claim will be unmistakable on the once blank pup.
As soon as the fangs broke Katsuki feels it. A connection formed in his mind linked to Tomura. He could feel the man sending gentle reassurance through the bond, turning his body to mush. He gets a pleased rumble out of the man when he senses his contentment and relief, the sour fear of abandonment finally dissipating. But it wasn't just his Daddy he could feel, there were seven other presences in his head, though they didn't feel as strong as Tomura. He’s never been in a bond bigger than just he and his parents. It was strange he could feel all of the League. They all felt so sad except for Dabi; he couldn't feel him at all.
A high pitch whine from the doorway reminds them of the second presence in the room.
“It’s alright firefly it's over. You can come here now.” Tomura cooed. That's all the permission Dabi needed to come barrelling into his side, stealing the younger off his lap and taking him into his arms. Nuzzling him and scenting him with so much love and affection the pup was beginning to become dazed and flushed once again.
“B-bite?” Katsuki managed to get out through rumbling purrs escaping his throat.
“No baby, I'm not claiming you today.” Dabi made sure his lover did not open the bond between him and the pup. Tomura as pack leader controls the pack bond; he decides who is let into the bond and who can feel who. He usually just leaves the bond completely open letting them all feel each other or hide away their feelings if they choose to. For now the bond between him and Katsuki is strictly closed and neutral, he has not yet imprinted on to him as a parent. The pup will get his bite when he asks for it in his right mind.
“You d-don't want m-me?” The boy whimpered, sounding so incredibly small.
Shigaraki involuntarily released a growl aimed at Dabi in response to the pup's mood plummeting back into despair. He felt Dabi’s mood spike with shock and panic through their bond and immediately felt guilty. It was an accident he didn't mean to, the claim had just made his instincts towards the boy so much stronger.
“Of course I do. You’re still sick puppy, two bites will be too much for your body to handle. You’ll get my bite when you feel better. ” He can have a long talk with the pup about the situation when he is not in such a delicate state both physically and mentally. For now he’ll comfort him with soft gentle deceptions to sooth his weary heart.
“Ok papa,” The boy easily accepted the lie, not being able to think coherently with the fuzzy state of his mind. “But you still want me right? Even if I'm bad? You won’t leave?”
Those words felt like a knife was being lodged down Dabi’s throat. They reminded him so much of himself, of poor Touya Todoroki burning on Seketo Hill wondering why his father did not want him and why he was never enough. He never wants Katsuki to feel that way again.
“You're not bad, you could never be bad. No you're good, so good. We love you so much. We're going to take such good care of you, puppy. Going to show how good it can be to let go and be loved, going to spoil you and adore you, until the end of time.” Dabi’s voice was so soft despite how tight his throat felt at the moment.
“We’d give you the world if that was what you wanted, puppy. Never going to feel sad or unwanted as long as we're here. We’ll be everything you’ll ever need.” Tomura’s gaze was so intense, he meant every word he was saying.
He knows deep down though the foggy haze of heat there is a voice telling him to get away but they’re looking down at him so softly. They're not looking at him like he's a burden or something that needs to be fixed. Like he’s a diamond in the rough just waiting to be polished into something better or a quirk ready to be used for the betterment of society.
No, they're gazing down at him like he’s their entire world. Like he’s already perfect to them. Like nothing would make them happier than to be his parents. He can’t help but give in. He feels a wave of calm wash over him as he accepts them both. Feels his Daddy’s shock before he feels the rush of joy and satisfaction along with the loudest purr he’s ever heard from the man. His Daddy and Papa seem to silently communicate something to each other before descending onto him drowning him in so much love and for once he returns it wholeheartedly.
They’re interrupted by scratching on the door and quite whining followed by pointed shushing. Tomura rolled his eyes, he could feel the League's anticipation and excitement, they had probably been eavesdropping the entire time. “Fine, come in.” he calls out.
It only takes a second for the door to burst open, the rest of their pack rushing into the room heading straight for Katsuki. Only waiting a moment for an approving chuff from the pair before surrounding the pup taking turns scenting him and giving him reassurance. The bond was exploding with so much emotion some of the pack crying in relief others from happiness or amusement. They were so excited for their pack to become whole once again. Finally their family is complete.
As he is surrounded by a real family that loves and adores him. Bakugo decides that if the heroes ever do come rescue him he won’t stop them from taking him but if they don’t well…this wouldn’t be the worst way to spend his life, he supposes. As far as he's concerned he's happy to just sit back and be loved in the meantime.
Well Mitsiki’s plan backfired like hell by neglecting Bakugo’s omega; she just made him more susceptible to manipulation. I want to make it clear that in this AU there is no systemic oppression or rules that say omegas can’t be heroes. (Eraserhead is an omega and so are a bunch of his classmates!!!) It's just Katsuki's insecurities and upbringing making him think that way.
Omake:
-Totally a coincidence
Bakugo: How the fuck do they know everything happening around me?
Aoyama: Yeah…haha...I wonder how? *aggressively avoids eye contact*
-It’s not bullying its packbonding *sparkle emoji*
Sako: *mercilessly teasing Bakugo*: hehe this is peak entertainment
Tomura: *growls*
Sako *running away*: Hey! I'm doing you a favor! I'm helping with packbonding! OW! STOP BITING ME!
-Dabi and Shiggy spying on Bakugou: Damn bitch, you live like this?
Bakugo: Hey! It's not that bad
Shiggy: Unacceptable were stealing him now
Dabi: Roger that!
-Live, Laugh, Love
Bakugo after receiving affection for the first time in years: How am I supposed to hate, bully ,seethe in these conditions?
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Crack
Random civilian: Where'd you get your puppy
Dabi and Shiggy: Oh he’s a rescue we found him wandering around a forest alone starved and exhausted
Bakugo: You literally kidnapped me from a summer camp Random civilian: *ignoring him* Oh how terrible! You two are such good parents!
Start/Previous/Next
A/B/O AU WIP:
The general vibe for this one is Katsuki falling victim to his instincts and Shigaraki and Dabi taking full advantage of that. Since his omega has been neglected for so long it made him far more susceptible to manipulation than a typical omega would be.
The blue haired man was talking but he couldn't hear a word. He was hyperventilating, his heart was pounding in his ears. Terrified whimpers escaped him as his distressed smell was starting to leak from underneath the day old scent patch. Releasing a sickly sweet distinctly omega smell. The room goes dead silent as the revelation of his true classification is exposed. It was getting harder to breathe. His mind was racing coming up with scenarios each worse than the last. He knows what happens to kidnapped omegas, especially those with powerful quirks. He'll be claimed and mated against his will and used to breed pups until he can’t anymore.
“It's been a rough day for you, hasn't it puppy?” Dabi cooed as he scented the boy. The crying boy whined in his arms before going lax. ”Shh shh you're doing so well baby,” He purred as he got the boy drunk on soothing pheromones. He broke out into a smile when he received tiny almost soundless purrs in return.
“Mine,” Dabi growled possessively, tightening his hold on the small blond. It shouldn't be this easy for the boy to drop just due to pheromones. The ones he and his lover were dousing him in weren't even that strong. Clearly their puppy had been more neglected than they had assumed.
“Ours,” Shigaraki confirmed before doing the same, covering the boy in his scent.
“No! 'm a hero! I’m leavin’,” the boy shouted, setting off tiny crackling explosions from his palms. His heart stopped as he realized what he had done, the temperature of the room dropping as the mood plummets. He could smell anger coming from Daddy Shigaraki and disappointment from Papa Dabi.
“Naughty puppy, do we need to bring back the restraints? Well do we?”
Katsuki whined cursing his biology as his instincts screamed appease sire, appease dam, apologize, take punishment. He flopped over on Daddy’s Shigaraki’s lap, belly up and neck bared in submission.
Cause on one hand their really cute and I was already going to include fangs anyway plus they'd be good for adding body language to writing but on the other hand its kinda cringe idk I don't want it to give hellish 2014 neko fanfic you know? Anyways plz help!
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Imagine...
...Omega!Speirs giving Alpha!Lipton little shiny gifts as a courting request and Lipton being confused why there’s a fork on his bunk.
omegaverse may be for the freaks, but have you considered that its also a political commentary on divided power structures, patriarchy, gender roles, societal expectations, rape culture, and intersectionality in gender dynamics?
all while being for the freaks!
Oct.1-Sun-2:30 am
Wrote this while super tired and delirious 😎
TW: Pet names, Omega Fem!reader, human/civilian Bang Chan, slight breeding kink?, P.I.V, intentional un-protected sex, slight blindfold kink, scent kink
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I can just imagine his dick inside you, pressing against the soft ridges of your gummy walls feverishly.
His hips not stopping for a moment as he snaps them against your ass like an animal. He’s a little peeved by your moans being muffled by the pillow that your face is currently stuffed into, your tears soaking the fabric that covered your eyes.
“What’s that baby?” He grunts, teasing you with a grin as you moaned loudly again. “Huh? Speak princess.” He mocked as his hand left one of your hips and gathered your hair into a low ponytail.
Swiftly, he tugged on your hair which forcefully lifted your head from the pillow. It was like you were a dog, being pulled by your hair as if it was a leash.
His thrusts didn’t falter one bit as he pounded into you relentlessly. “Come on baby, tell me how good you feel.” He cooed, an obvious smirk in his tone you could imagine even though you couldn’t see him.
“S-so… mh-hm…” you could barely get the words out, whimpering and moaning at the sheer impact of his thrusts meeting your core. You swore you would feel his tip bruising the entrance of your cervix.
He hummed again, feigning annoyance at your lack of words. “Speak.” He commanded, playing into the fantasy of you just being a needy omega. A damn mutt for him to play with.
Your mind was clouded, the omega in you bursting with happiness and pleasure as she felt her needs be met by the mer human that had saved you all those years ago.
You were also grateful for Chan, of course you were. Saving you from that illegal omega breeding ring was the best day of your life, but the day he finally helped you with your heat quickly topped it.
And that day was today. After 3 hopeless years of begging every time your heat came he finally caved in and decided to help you. Now you could stop that pathetic act of humping his pillows, of surrounding yourself of his scent despite him not even being an alpha.
All humans had scents, and thanks to your heightened senses during heats you could smell it more clearly.
Usually only an alpha’s scent could satisfy the need of an omega, atleast enough to not make him/her/them crazy. But for some reason Chans was enough, it was always more than enough but also almost not enough if that made sense.
It was enough to stop her from clawing her way out the house and looking for someone to fuck her like an actual dog in heat, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the ache in her core.
Again, usually only an alpha’s or beta’s cock could satisfy her hungry need of being filled up and used.
Chan somehow, did even more than that. It made her stupid, it made her so stupid she was drunk off of the feeling of him inside her.
With each delicious thrust she was only growing nearer to her release.
“C-Channie..” she moaned, chest heaving as she felt a bead of sweat trickle down her face. He knew she wanted something, she had a question but he wasn’t going to go easy on her.
“Spit it out puppy.” I whispered, kissing the shell of her ear while continuing his merciless pounding into her.
She whined and moaned, breath faltering a bit as she babbled on her words. “B-back, on my back!” She pleaded, wanted to face him before she had her first ever orgasm with him.
He graciously gave her what she wanted and pulled out slowly to flip her on her back. “Is that all baby?” He asked, a loving tone replacing the teasing one he was using just a few minutes ago.
“See you, I want to see you!” She begged, asking him if her blindfold could come off.
He chuckled a little bit before uttering the word ‘cute’ and slowly untying the fabric that was covering her eyes.
She stared up at him with glossy eyes that were a bit red from the tears of pleasure that was rippling through her a few moments ago.
He gave her a few cheek and temple kisses as she adjusted to the red LED’s lighting up the room.
Her nose instinctively buried into his neck where his scent was the strongest and she let out a groan at the smell she grew to love oh so much.
“Ready darling?” Chan whispered softly, his hands sliding down to grip onto her hips. She nodded slowly and with that he began pushing in.
His mushroom top of a dick provided an amazing stretch to her core and she let out a few pants at the feeling she wished she could have every day.
She could hear his soft chuckles of delight as he looked down at her flushed and fuck-out expression on her face.
Inch by inch, he slowly eased in despite not having to because she was dripping with slick and she was already stretched out by his delicious fat cock.
“M-move.” She squeaked, her hands already making a move to grip onto his shoulders and nails into his shoulder blades. “Shit baby, do I make you feel good? Huh? Omega’s happy?” He grunted, nose scrunching at the feeling of her tight walls squeezing his length and nails digging into his skin.
“Yes! Yes!” She squealed, head thrown back to the pillow as he finally bottomed out again. “What do you want sweetheart? Rough or sweet?” He questioned with a grin, knowing the fact he wasn’t moving at all was irking her a tiny bit.
She whined a little at the question, her brain not being able to pick and just wanting him to move. “R-rough, I don’t care!” She whimpered, one hand cupping the back of his neck as the other reached farther down his back to claw at the soft, smooth, skin.
He grunted again before chuckling darkly at the feeling of her lips colliding with his when she pulled him down.
“You asked for it~” He whispered against the soft, pillowy, pink lips of his precious omega.
Without a second to waste he leaned back a bit to slowly pull out. It made your eyes open wide at the alarming thought of his filling pulling out. “Chan-!” You’re cut off before you get the chance to beg him to not pull out when he slams back in.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as he picks up the speed from before, effortlessly pounding into you over and over again.
The familiar feeling of his tip pushing against your cervix made you clench around him in awe. He was just so big and long to be able to do that.
Your little whimpers and moans mixed with his groans and grunt filled the room along with the sound of skin on skin compact and the smell of sex.
The atmosphere was just right, it was perfect in fact. This was your 6th heat since living with Chan, you get 2 annual heats per year. One at the beginning and one at the end. Only now were you able to properly get through one of your heats.
You had imagined it to be sweeter, all cozy and soft, maybe not even during the night but afternoon, an hour before the sun even sets.
You imagined the soft golden glow encapsulating you and your alpha as he spoiled you rotten with his love.
That was what you imagined before you met Chan, before you were kidnapped at the age of 17 and shipped country to country for the idea of using you as a breeding omega. It was the same year you had discovered your secondary gender.
You had only told your close family and a few ‘trusted friends’. It was during the time when omegas were getting kidnapped left and right so you had a good reason to not want to tell many people.
Obviously someone let it slip and that’s when you were ambushed on your way home from school, beaten half to death and dragged to a van.
They made sure to cut your hair short, dying it and giving you a tattoo in the symbol of a star, trying their best to make you like the exact opposite of what you looked like so you weren’t recognizable if someone were to see you.
You were chained every day and fed sloppy seconds as they tried to beat you into submission.
They tried to brainwash you, make you think this was all good. They were only making your job easier for you, you wouldn’t have to look anymore to find someone to ease your omega’s desires.
You had fought back at every guy that had bought you, clawing and not letting them get anywhere near your panties.
They often gave up quickly, not wanting to deal with a hardheaded omega and returning you back to the illegal omega breeding ring.
Right when you turned 24 was when cops found out about the ring, finding the hideout quickly and catch everyone that was involved. Every omega got transferred to their family’s, to any family they could find at least.
But yours? Somehow the guys that kidnapped you were able to wipe you off of the face of the earth.
No family, no medical records, No high school or middle school registration, not even elementary school!
You were nothing, you had nothing.
But than Chan found you, he had heard the news of the illegal omega breeding ring being busted and founded out and went down to the police station where they were asking for volunteers to help house any omegas that didn’t have any family to go back to.
The idea was to help them until they had a stable job to have their own life.
There were other people in that day, majority of them being A/O/B, all but Chan.
He was the only human that cared enough to help, and maybe that’s why you walked over and tried your best to catch his scent.
It had shocked him really, you were so tiny, visibly shaking as you tried your best to walk.
Your eyes were wide and as soon as you made eye contact with his brown eyes you melted.
It was like any other omega meeting a kind alpha. Expect, Chan wasn’t an Alpha and he didn’t even think about anything romantic towards you for a while.
It was only during this last year did he start to see you in a different light.
At first when you begged him to help with your heat he was so shocked and horrified that he panicked and freaked out.
That wasn’t ethical at all, I mean, what kind of person would he be to sleep with an omega who just came out of a breeding ring?
Obviously it was just her omega talking, she didn’t know what was happening and she was completely controlled by the wolf inside her.
He would never take advantage of her. The second year was far worse, that was the year he suggested he stayed out of the house during her heats so she wouldn’t be tempted to try and sleep with him.
She was too embarrassed to disagree with him and instead just nodded, letting him do as he pleased. During the first annual heat he stayed over at a friend’s house like he said and it completely ruined her.
Yes, it was hard having his constant scent around her, almost teasing her and mocking the fact she couldn’t be railed by him.
But the lack of scent drove her absolutely insane. Only the faint scent of him on his sheets and clothes were able to ground her even though she felt like ripping the whole house to shreds.
She was going absolutely feral without him and she made sure to express that when he got home after her heat.
“Please don’t leave ever again! It was torture.” She pouted the second he walked through their door.
He was confused and surprised by it before she jumped into his arms, face nuzzling into his neck.
Thankfully he stayed during her second annual heat of that year and she did much better.
Now it’s the 3rd year, it’s currently her first annual heat and she’s in utter bliss.
She only explained her feelings for him after he made another suggestion.
“What if I find you an alpha to help you through your heats? I have a few friends that could help, obviously it would be consensual but maybe that would help you?” He asked, they were on the topic of her heat since it was scheduled to start in a week.
If it was any other situation, if he was any other person, she would probably agree with him. Tell him to ask around, reassure him they would be using the alpha’s house so he wouldn’t have to hear this animalistic breeding sounds.
But this was Chan, this was the human the single handily made her hot and slicked up without it even being her heat. Without even knowing and trying to arouse her.
She felt so loved and protected by him, his sweet side making her want to see him in a different light.
Wanting to see just how rough he could be, how commanding he would be in the bedroom. The fantasy of having a soft and loving first time changed into an erotic and dirty first time with the one and only Bang Christoper Chan.
“No.” She pouted, leaning against the kitchen island as he was on the opposite side with a mug of tea in hand.
“What?” He questioned, a bit surprised by her curt and serious tone as she answered. “I don’t want my want my heat with someone else, I want you.” She lightly whined, continuing to pout as his cheeks flared up.
She wasn’t under the influence of her omega right now, she was still in a stable mind so he couldn’t make an excuse of saying it was only her omega talking.
“Chan.” She started, walking around the kitchen island to stand in front of him, resting both her hands over the top of his. “I need you. My omega doesn’t crave just anybody to scratch her desires, she craves the man that has mine and her’s full trust. Our full heart.
She tried her best to explained, she wasn’t attracted to him because he was the closets male to her, that reason wasn’t even on the list.
He was shocked at first, breath hitched at the confession.
Is that why she was more brazen lately? Only wearing one of his shirts and those thin navy blue panties around the house.
Or a pair of super-short athletic shorts and matching white sports bra.
She no longer locked the door when taking a bath, even barging in to use the toilet whenever he was using taking a shower.
She was getting more comfortable around him and he noticed it quickly, thinking it was her way of playing the long run and getting him to finally fuck her through her heat.
“But- I-I’m no alpha..” he said, stuttering a bit as she grew closer to him. “I know, it’s weird and confusing to me too. But your scent.”
She paused, her mouth watering and she had to suppress a groan once catching a whiff of his scent. “Your scent drives me crazy, it makes my omega scream to be bred, to have you pump me full of pups.”
He could hear the whine on her voice, the utter thirst she has for him and he felt slightly dizzy.
He would be straight up lying to say he didn’t find her attractive, she was the definition of beauty in his eyes. Her hair was at the perfect length that frames her face, eyes always doe like whenever in heat, pupils blown up 3x their regular size.
She was so tempting, and he felt so bad about it. He felt like he was taking advantage of her, or her primal instincts whenever she was in heat. Maybe this was her preheat, yeah, that had to be it.
It was unheard of an omega wanting a human. That wasn’t possible, it wasn’t in her nature.
“Chan.” She said again, more timely as she gazed up at him with a pleasing look in her eyes.
“Please Chan, trust my words. I’m telling the truth.” She whispered, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt into little balled up fists.
Her insides churned with nervousness, it would absolutely break her if he rejected her again, she would probably cry and hide away in the nest she already built on her bed.
The same nest she wanted him in, to cuddle and cradle her to sleep, she wished the nest was on his bed instead.
“Ok..” his soft voice drew her out of her thought, her head snapping back up to meet his slightly less guilty looking eyes. “Ok darling, I’ll help. But this is totally consensual right? I will never do this again if you regret it in the slightest.”
She nodded her head vigorously, a huge smile gracing her feature. “Thank you Channie!” She squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck and using the position to sneakily catch a whiff of his scent.
“Can we move my nest then?” She asked, smiling a bit more shyly with redden cheeks.
“To where?” His eyebrows furrowed, he hadn’t even seen it yet, making sure to stay clear of her room because he had read that omegas are very strict about who gets to enter their nest. He just didn’t expect to be the lucky one to be accepted into it.
“Your bed, please.” She slightly whined despite Chan not doing anything to detest to her question. “Ok, I guess… if that’ll help with your heat. Do you need help moving it?”
She nodded her head again and dragged him to her room, opening the door as his eyes widened at the sight.
He felt crazy every day because it seemed like his clothes were slowly going missing, he was sure the washing machine was eating them up.
Instead it was his omega, his omega who needed his scent more than anything.
The nest was huge, seemingly too big for even his bed that was a California king.
Still, they moved it slowly but surely into his room, the omega rearranging it many times until it felt good enough for her likings. Despite Chan not having the same instincts as her he still tried his best to help her out and rearrange anything that she told him to.
His pillows created support to her head as she laid in the middle of the nest, softly panting.
She was growing dizzy at how much of his scent she was able to have on her, her brain short-circuiting.
“C-Chan.” She whined, eyes shooting up before sitting up. “Help.” she whined, alreayd rubbing her thighs together as she felt a throbbing ache in her core.
“But, but- your heat isn’t for another week.” He said, shocked that she was already begging for him. “Early.” She simply answered, her chest heaving as she crawled over to him and clutched onto his shirt like in the kitchen. “Early Chan, it came early.” She further explained and he silently cursed.
He felt like she needed more time, more time to think it over but now she was clouded by her needs. “Are you sure? 100%-“
She cut him off with a long whine, pulling him into her while falling back and into the bed. “Please Chan! I need you to mate me, I need you to fill me up and make me go dumb. I want to cry on your cock and arch my back off the bed, I want to be so lost in the feeling that I shake like crazy!!”
She begged and begged and he couldn’t let it go for any longer. He finally caved in, and he finally decided to strip his and hers clothes off so he could satisfy all her needs and desires.
Now they were on round 3, with each round growing more brave with the positions, with the kisses and pet names.
Each time Chan edged her, not quite letting her cum and even pulling out to spill himself on her tummy. Each time she whined and begged for him to let her cum, or to at least not pull out when he finishes.
“Eyes on me gorgeous.” His rough voice said, her eyes immediately snapping toward him as they grew foggy with tears. “Awh, poor baby.”
He cooed, grinning while leaning down lightly to kiss her cheeks while simultaneously wiping away the few tears that fell.
His hips never faltered, almost like a pistol that fires off every second. Her mind was incredibly clouded with lust, moans erupting from her at every slight shift he made.
“Close! S-so close~” she whined, her nails digging into his back which created shallow scratch marks that burned his skin. Maybe he was a bit of a masochist? Because he absolutely loved the feeling.
“Close? Gonna cum? Am I going to let my princess cum?” He mocked, a sob emitting from her as she cries out in pleasure. “Please Chan!!” She begged, nails digging in harder and her eyes widened as he only went faster.
He was silently giving into her cries, this time he was going to let her cum, finally.
She babbled out, chanting his name over and over again that only fueled him more. He dipped his head, biting into her shoulder as a means to ground himself which only made her moan louder.
Her legs shook, and her back arched off the mattress as the white hot coil in her lower abdomen snapped and she came all of him. His hips faltered a bit before also cumming, his semen shooting into her like a rocket and painting her wall white.
She huffed and whined at the feeling of finally being filled up, her core sore and felt like it was bruised from the powerful thrusts of him inside.
“Thank you Channie.” You whispered softly, finally feeling your omega within calm down.
Chan only grunted in reply, his muscles relaxing as he slowly laid on top of you, his hands sliding up from your hips and around your waist. “Did such a good job baby, took me so well.” He praised, whispering softly into her ear which only made her smile brighter.
She couldn’t help but purr in satisfaction, wrapping her arms around his neck and scent him once again.
“Round 4?”
DC in omegaverse
Ok, so you know my Batman in omegaverse post (I'll link it just in case you wanna read it), where I talked about how Batman is an Alpha and Bruce Wayne is an omega, and then I reposted it with a continuation of my omegaverse headcanons of some of the batfam. Well I've been thinking for a while (especially because I've been reading a lot of omega!Bruce SuperBat fics), and I realized something, or well, I already knew but still... O/B/A thing is a species thing, so technically it should be a human thing, not a universe thing, differently from soulmates au (maybe I'll do a post about it one day) and in a lot of fics some of the aliens that live on Earth have a secondary gender of the omegaverse, but they technically talking they shouldn't so, here's my theory/headcanon.
Let's start with the character that started all of this
Clark Kent aka Superman, and just Kryptonians in general: Kryptonians seems to be the most human like between all the other aliens in DC, or at least this outside of the Yellow sun that basically gives them more power by some kind of photosyntesis, but outside of this they are basically the same as a human apparently, so they maybe developed a similiar A/B/O thing, but if we not consider this then they shouldn't have a secondary gender, super senses yes, like (under the yellow sun) they can smell the pheromones maybe distinguish them but probably don't really get affected by them, this depends then on how the pheromones works in the omegaverse au If we consider the first case in MY OPINION (so my headcanon) is that Superman is an alpha, a powerful alpha, but Clark Kent, is still an alpha, but more like a "weak alpha" in the sense that he tends to be more a beta than an alpha diffently from Superman.
Now to the martians: THEY DON'T HAVE A SECONDARY GENDER, that's it, they change shapes, they can mutate their forms, imitate other beings. I'm not even use they actually have a proper sex and/or gender, but to my knowlege they have, anyway if we consider the martians on Earth, when they are in their secret ID they imitate betas, this is the thing that would make more sense.
Now Koriand'r and Tamarian in general: they probably don't have secondary genders, to my understandings they are basically warriors so compared to humans A/B/O they are the most similiar to alphas but without the biology of one, so the ones on Earth, so Koriand'r, in their secret ID they pretend to be alphas.
That's it, if you want me to do an analysis on Amazons and Atlanteas, because technically talking they aren't exactly humans... just tell me and I will.
and about the children and in general batfam?
well... idk, like for the most of them idk, I have some ideas about Tim, Jason, Damian and maybe Cass, but for the rest... no idea
Tim: omega, because it would make sense that Janet and Jake were like betas or alphas and when tim turned out to be a omega (with like some kind of blood test that said the gender before it manifested or something like that) were dissapointed about it and started ignoring him Damian: alpha, no need to explain why, Talia was an alpha like her father so Damian is too. how he was concieved and born? well... that's a bit more complicated, like if we want him to grew like an assassin there can be two ways: 1) Artificial womb, like Talia stole some DNA or Bruce egg and used an artificial womb or a surrogate to have the child 2) Trauma, I mean, Talia probably stole Damian from Bruce when he was born and told him the child died for a complication or another then we have the Damian didn't go to the league and bruce birthed and protected him.
Jason: pre Lazarous pit he was a beta, post Lazarous pit he became an alpha, probably for some magic of the pit, maybe even Ra's Al Gul was a beta before he used the pit the first time. Or, no change in the pit, Jason is an omega, one of this two options, that's it
Cass: maybe she's an alpha, or a beta, idk because the thing is her smell, she could use blockers, or her father removed the glands maybe.... idk but for sure not an omega. even tough she's the sweetest.
Batman in omegaverse
Batman in an omegaverse always should be an alpha or at least someone without a smell , but not Bruce Wayne, he should be an omega, so hear me out:
Bruce Wayne by the public is considered to be a Homeboy (probably, idk the correct term, I'm italian), he's all smiley, a guy that continiusly adopts (apparently) random orphans, who is known for sleeping around a lot, at least befor Dick was adopted, the person that if you even go near his children will go crazy to protect them; kinda of boneless, who dosen't really works at his own company, basically Brucie Wayne (in the public eye, then in reality we all know the normal Bruce Wayne out of galas is not like that), an omega.
But Batman?
Batman is perceived as a menace for goons and villain, the darkness of Gotham, its protector, so an alpha, or at least what people think he is; probably he uses blocker so he smells like nothing or like an alpha.
and all of this makes even more sense because since the start bruce tried to separete the 2 personas (even in the canon) to protect his identity, so they're complete opposite, could ever Brucie Wayne be Batman? ptf NO, that's the point, so having a omega Brucie and an alpha Batman makes way more sense than having an alpha Bruce Wayne
the omegaverse tiktoks are all fun and games till you properly acknowledge how it reflects on our own society and how we treat women.
heat suppressants (and other basic things needed to function) being ridiculously expensive and inaccessible
at the same time, suppressants being something expected for omega's to take and pushed on to them – then shamed when they dont
omega's using dangerous alternatives to said supplements they can't access
a strict societal expectation for omegas to end up with alphas (sounds a bit like heteronormativity to me, no?)
under paid omegas who are treated unfairly in the work environment, pushed to provide form within the home instead
alpha's (men) having a clear privilege in quite literally everything, "top of the food chain"
honestly, the list goes on
Just told my mom about the omegaverse/abo
...feeling good.