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Step into a night painted with stardust ✨ This new set features an ethereal collection of clothing items and accessories inspired by midnight skies and glowing constellations. Dress your sims in the wonder of the cosmos and let every night feel infinite. Have fun and happy simming! 💕
heyy!!! you there!!! I made an AO3 skin!!! made isn't the right word, I snatched the code from smarter people and messed with it. but if you like it, the code is here!
Ahhhh sorry I’m the pompompurin request and I just read the guidelines but can you make it a cute light yellow theme (his shade of yellow) and then if you can make sure the font isn’t squishy with any of the things you’ll do!?
Thank you for reading the guidelines and being specific! (too many Anon asks I've recently gotten haven't or have been intensely vague. Since I can't contact them, I have no way of asking what they mean (〒﹏〒))
Also, probably my lack of extensive knowledge in this language, but I'm unfortunately unsure by what exactly you mean when you say, squishy font
Pardon, but if this squishy font has persisted, let me know in another ask and I will try to fix the issue
Video description: A Firefox user on an Android phone changing their AO3 site skin from Art Deco light mode to Purple Galaxy dark mode by changing their browser settings from light to dark. The video has no sound.
If you want to be able to use a light mode skin during the day and a dark mode skin at night, you can do that! I've figured it out for an Android phone, and it works with both Firefox and Chrome.
[if you change your browser settings to follow device theme, you can have this happen automatically, so that if your phone is light mode then AO3 is light and if your phone is dark mode then AO3 is dark]
If anyone out there has an iphone and can test it, please share your results in the notes!
Instructions under the cut:
To create exactly what I show in the video, you'll be making a total of 3 skins: 1) a light mode skin 2) a dark mode skin 3) a skin that combines those other two skins together
In the links above, you can get both the code for those skins and instructions for applying them on your account. Do that. When you're done:
Edit the light mode skin.
Scroll down to below the CSS box and find the word Advanced and tap the button labelled Show
In the new window that opens up, find the scrolling list called Choose @media and tick off the check box next to handheld and (prefers-color-scheme:light)
Update your site skin.
Do the same for your dark mode skin, but this time select (prefers-color-scheme:dark)
After making those changes to the skins, create a third site skin. You'll need to put some code into the CSS box, so here's a snippet that won't do anything:
#workskin p {
font-size: 100%;
}
It sets the font inside fics to 100% of whatever your device currently sets it at. If you want the font bigger, change the number to something more than 100. If you want it smaller, change it to a number smaller than 100.
The magic happens when you do this:
Scroll down to below the CSS box and find the word Advanced and tap the button called Show
In the new window, scroll past the media section you used before and find the button on the right labelled Add parent skin. Tap it.
type in the name of your light mode skin and select it
Tap Add parent skin again
type in the name of your dark mode skin and select it
Save your skin
Use your skin
Enjoy!
shoutout to @ao3skin who showed me how to do this for a tiktok video like 3 years ago and I only just remembered this was possible 🤣
If ya'll ever heard the song Let Me Be Your Superhero by Smash Into Pieces then you KNOW what I'm on about
Imagine this:
Bakugo Katsuki, directly after graduating college, is on the grind trying to apply for a job worth his time, when his buddy Kirishima practically drags him out of his apartment to join a band the rest of their friends are forming for fun
They all played back in high school before college swept them away to different parts of Japan, and somehow by pure coincidence, they found themselves living closer together than expected
So after joining the band (having taken it as a challenge thanks to Denki and Kiri) Katsuki gets sucked into the life of a rockstar without meaning to, and all because of a song Jiro (their main vocalist and dubbed band leader) got in touch with a ghostwriter who offered her a song for reasons left unknown
It wasn't so bad, Katsuki's parents were in full support and even offered to shirts and design their outfits (Mina begged Katsuki to let them). Katsuki found himself loving the adrenaline and rush from performing, especially when they started taking his explosion suggestions seriously
The only thing that really got under his skin was the ghostwriter Jiro and Mina (their manager and social media head), who had practically hired him to work for them full-time. With the growing success and fame of the band, whoever this ghost was took the deal and has been writing for and with them ever since.
It's two years later, after their first album "Through the Ceiling" did the band finally meet the ghost
Katsuki didn't expect to meet a ghost from his past to walk through the studio doors
Fucking Deku
The reason he started drumming in the first place
And all that little shit had to say was a timid little
Sometimes being the mum who exists in fandom spaces leads to awkward, even concerning, conversations. Such as the one which happened this morning. The mum of my daughter's best mate asked me if one of their mutual friends had sent her a specific message. This message was a link to a fic on ao3, if this had been a G rated fic this conversation would not have happened. It was not G rated. It was an E rated fic. Our kids aren't even 12 yet. As it happens, both of our kids have their internet access heavily locked down and monitored. They have phones because of how their school manages homework. The mutual friend, however, is not so monitored. Or she wasn't, given what her mum found she's about to be. This kid had found a fandom, joined it, and found it chock full of antis. The fic had been sent to her by one of them as an example of the sort of terrible people out there who need to be harassed and attacked because they wrote a smutty story.
Someone thought it was appropriate to send written porn to an 11 year old to encourage her to attack the author.
This resulted in a very awkward conversation where I had to explain to multiple horrified parents the anti culture that is becoming so prevalent. The fact that there are adults who use that purity message to groom kids. The way they escalate and how it bleeds into real life. One parent told me she'd wondered why her 14 year old was suddenly concerned about the two year age gap between her parents. The more I explained, the more absolutely ludicrous it sounded and the more baffled these poor mums looked. More than once I was told "but the characters aren't real, it's really weird but it isn't hurting anyone". Which is the point. The fictional situation isn't hurting anyone. The person who sent porn to an 11 year old is.
Was the person who sent it the author? Doubtful, that thing was tagged in the extreme. Was the person who sent it an adult? Almost certainly. The parent who's child received the original message has found more concerning stuff and gone to the police, but from the language the person doing the sending was in the US. We aren't. Did my daughter receive it? No, she isn't interested in that fandom and therefore wouldn't have bothered with it. Is this the fault of the author? No, they didn't send the link, they didn't ask to be harassed, they wrote a story and put it on ao3, the website created in response to rampant censorship and designed to allow for all kinds of fiction. Is this the fault of the parents? Partially, they should have been looking at their daughter's internet use and clocked what was happening sooner. Is this the fault of the child? No, she's 11, she didn't know better.
This has been a difficult day. Multiple parents have had their eyes opened to parts of fandom culture they had no idea existed. And the thing of it is, they aren't concerned about the why of anti rhetoric. They don't care about the adults writing about teens or rape or incest or torture or any of the rest, because they looked at the clearly tagged and rated fics and figured that it worked the same as a warning on any streaming service. They only cared because some utterly vile individual decided to expose their child to something this girl might not have looked at for years.
Proshippers did not cause what I have spent afternoon helping several sets of parents navigate. Antis did. Normally I'm fairly quiet about the whole debate because I just want to get on with my life and share my experiences. Today I got dragged into that mess in my every day life and the adults in the equation didn't react the way Antis like to think they would. They didn't condemn the author. They condemned the anti who shared the work with a preteen.
I don't know all the details and can't share a lot of them because of legal stuff. What we do know is the anti responsible is in the US so whatever happens with them is out of our hands (kiddo's mum relayed this, don't ask for details because I don't have them). Turns out this poor kid had also been exposed to NSFW fanart and a few other fics before we caught on. She is not in a good place, and breaking the mindset is not easy.
So fuck the anti rhetoric. All you're doing is protecting works of fiction at the expense of real children, and I despise that.
Ok, so I don't have an update about the child most hurt by all of this. Mostly because investigations into stuff like this is slow at the best of times, and international investigations are even bloody slower, but also because it's none of anyone's business at this point and I'm not going to spread anymore of this kid's business over the internet. The awareness of the harm done to them is enough. I do, however, have something I need to add because some people lack the critical thinking ability to do the really fucking bloody obvious:
Do not come onto this post with your comments or your reblogs that contain the phrase "I don't agree with proshipping but...". Alright? Just don't.
"Pro" a prefix meaning "for". "Anti" a prefix meaning "against". Alright. End of. Proshipping is simply ship and let ship. Shut up and mind your own business about whatever that person is shipping. Because this post isn't a discourse about whether there are things people should be allowed to ship and write about or not. This post is about the very real harm the so called anti community is doing to very real people in order to protect fucking pixels.
You think proshipping is the thing causing the harm? The people who make their work and tag it to shit before posting so that the people who want to see it can, and the people who want to avoid it are able to avoid engaging? The person who wrote an E (for explicit, this was ao3 remember) story, posted it on the website created so that people could ship their ship and write their dark and nasty fic without having it deleted or being persecuted for it, and tagged it so clearly that I didn't even need to open it to know it contained specific themes. That person? You think that person did the harm when it was actually some purity obsessed asshole who sent it to a literal, physical, real child? You really think the person who tagged their stuff so thoroughly to protect people who didn't want to read it from reading it is the person responsible for the harm done to that child? And you're going to come into the comments on this post and go "I don't agree with proshipping but..." at me. Fuck right off. If that's your first thought, get off the internet, go take a good hard look at yourself in the mirror and contemplate why you're getting your knickers in a twist over works of fiction. Because people like you are the ones on the slipperly slope to harming real, living, breathing children. Not the poor bugger who just wanted to write and share a work of fiction for reasons of their own.
After getting rejected by U.A for both the hero course and general studies, Izuku really had no other option than to go to Aldera High School. It was the only school close enough to commute that didn't have a discriminatory quirkless policy in place that would, essentially, prevent Deku from earning his diploma, like mandatory quirk training classes. At least a small blessing was that most of his former classmates went elsewhere, preferring to attend Hero-focused schools. Except for Kariage, who was planning on having a career as a salary man like his father. It was funny really, getting put in the same class once again with one of his former bully. Izuku was fully prepared to deal with another 3 years of the same treatment he received in middle school…however without any of their old ‘friends’ around, the two boys actually became closer throughout high school. Close enough that some people actually thought that they were courting. Izuku brought it up once as a joke during their second year, when the two of them were walking home together.
But instead of laughing, Kariage simply tilted his head to look Izuku in the eyes and asked “Would that be so bad ?”
That was the day Izuku had his first kiss, and got his first boyfriend. Now 7 years later, he was ready to walk down the aisle and take that man as his husband.
Unbeknownst to him, Kariage was not the alpha he made himself out to be. From the beginning it had all been a joke to him. Kariage had kept in touch with most of his old buddies throughout high school and college, had kept them updated on his ‘relationship’. How easy it was to get Deku to do anything he wanted, how convenient it was to have a quirkless fuck toy at his disposal, how Deku never pried into his late nights ‘working’ or snooped through his phones to find countless illicit messages. It was funny really, and it only got funnier the longer it went on, the more dumb Deku believed they were going to be mates.
But now the joke had become kind of stale and, well, Kariage was ready to go out with a bang. So he went out a bought the cheapest engagement ring he could find and proposed. Smiled as sweet /stupid/ Izuku cried and hugged him, nodded along whenever he brought up wedding stuff, posed with him for their official engagement photos and told him to get whatever he wanted for his big day. It didn’t matter. Wasn’t like Kariage was going to pay for it, or even show up. No one would blame him for not wanting to be tied down to a quirkless omega, in fact everyone not in on the farce will be relieved to have him ‘come to his senses’. Leaving Deku at the alter, letting all his buddies come up and offer to ahem comfort his discarded omega, and sticking him with the (undoubtedly huge) bill was the perfect ending to this tiresome charade. Well almost perfect.
The only person Kariage never did keep in touch with was Bakugou. Tch, Mr. Bigshot certainly didn’t waste anytime dropping them all like hot garbage after graduation and now look at him, a top ten pro hero, catching villains with his holier than thou act. The recent backlash a popular magazine faced after placing him on their “Hero’s that look like Villains” list made Kariage chuckle. If only his fans knew the menace Dynamight really was behind the scene…
Honestly it was a shame Bakugou would miss the wedding, he always did enjoy picking on Deku the most. It was like his reason to wake up in the morning was to antagonize the young omega. And the more Kariage thought about it, the more incomplete his whole plan felt. Was there a more fitting way to humiliate Deku than to have his biggest tormentor present when he realizes he’s been stood up? The one person who pushed him down more than anyone else, who mocked his dream of being a hero and was now being worshiped by all? Maybe afterwards Kariage and the blond alpha could reconnect, have the hero introduce the newly single alpha to some of his fine ass omegan co-workers, like Maboromicamie. Snatching one of the hundreds of wedding invites from Deku’s desk, Kariage quickly scribbled a funny “Wear your Sunday’s best Blasty” on the inside and placed it in an envelope. It was obvious that handing the invite to Dynamite’s agency was basically asking for the damn thing to be tossed in the trash with the rest of his fan mail. Instead Kariage looked up what the hero’s usual patrol route was and left work early to catch him on what’s usually a quiet street. And it seemed luck was on his side because walking beside Red Riot’s hulking figure was Kariage’s former ‘bestie’, right on schedule.
Fixing an easy smile on his face, the dark haired alpha stepped out of his car and waved at the duo “Hey Bakugou, long time no see buddy!” Paying no heed to the alarmed look the redhead hero shot his way, Kariage strolled closer to his target.
“Uhh hey man, ya know we would really appreciate it if you’d stick to calling us by our hero names when we’re in uniform. No offense”
Kariage resisted the urge to roll his eyes “Yeah I get it, but it’s just that me and blondie here go way back”.
He’d never admit it out loud but Kariage absolutely despised Bakugou’s new group of lackeys, it was obvious the blond hero only kept them around for their impressive quirks and to boost his own popularity. It seems every month the ‘squad’ goes viral for some stupid shit, with people re-posting their selfies as #goals. As soon as one of those idiots slip down enough in the ranks, Katsuki would toss them aside for someone newer, stronger and flashier.
“Do I know you, extra? “
Ouch “Course you do, it’s your old pal from middle school, Kariage. How’ve you been?”
“Doesn’t ring a bell, we must not have been as close as you thought” With that, Dynamite began walking pass the other alpha. Resolutely ignoring the pitying look thrown his way by the other hero, Kariage began speed walking to keep up with Bakugou’s long legs and fast stride.
“You always did have a pretty shitty memory. Let’s see, does the name ‘Deku’ ring a bell instead then? “ The blond hero abruptly stopped in his tracks, causing the two males behind him to bump into his wide back. Bingo.
After quickly righting himself, Kariage pulled the invitation from his jacket pocket,and waved it in front of his former friend. Growling lowly, the hero quickly snatched it from other man and opened it impatiently “Hope you can free up your busy hero schedule to make it Kats. I doubt you’ll want to miss this”
Turning on his heel, the dark haired male walked back to his car without another word. After buckling his seat belt and pulling out a cig from his glove compartment, Kariage couldn’t help but smirk. Let Bakugou pretend to be an upstanding hero in public, let him act like he is just sooo much better than everyone he left behind. Kariage knows that deep down, Bakugou was still the same as the rest of their old crew and ,like them, he couldn’t wait for the day of the wedding to arrive. After all, Katsuki always did like making Deku his punchline.
Unfortunately for him, Katsuki didn’t take the joke as well as Kariage thought he would. Later that day, a small rumors would begin circulating online that Dynamite had been on the edge of a feral episode whilst on patrol and had to be given an emergency suppressant shot by Red Riot. His agency did not post a statement confirming nor denying this rumor.
Soon enough the day of the wedding arrived and the groom was at a bar close to the church Deku had booked. A beer in one hand and his phone in the other, Kariage was currently on a video call with one of his groomsmen, patiently waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle. To see in 4K the slow realization sink in that he was still plain faced, quirkless, loser Deku and nothing would ever change that. A fitting punishment for considering for even one second that he was somehow worthy enough to be mates with someone more evolved and clearly superior.
From the angle he could see most of the guests sitting in the pews, including Inko Midoriya.
Sheesh, from Deku’s baby pictures, he knew the older woman use to be a looker in her day. If this is what Izuku has in store for him in the future, Kariage was glad he got to enjoy him in his prime before it all went downhill. The only problem with this setup was that he couldn’t get a good view of the right side of the church, the groom side, which he assumed Bakugou was seated in. He couldn’t wait for this other friends to recognize there was a celebrity in their midst, they’d probably shit themselves out of pure glee.
Kariage self-consciously tugged his hoodie up higher to completely cover his hair when he noticed the guests begin to whisper amongst themselves, clearly aware that something was amiss. Oh yeah, no doubt about it, especially when he saw how nervous Izuku’s mother was starting to get. She looked about ready to pass out! Kariage was desperately trying to hold in his laughter as he watched her leave her seat when his best man lifted the phone up to speak to him
“Uhhh Kariage, we’ve got a problem.” The black haired alpha scoffed as his view was covered by his friends large hand
“Yeah what is it? The florist sent the wrong bouquet or something? Put the phone back in place, I’m gonna miss Deku’s entrance” His friend let out a humorless chuckle before speaking “Sorry man, looks like you’ve got a case of a runaway bride. No one’s been able to find him”
“What?” Kariage hissed, tightening his grip the glass of beer. “Yeah dude and get this, everyone thinks you’re the one who got ditched!” The alpha’s jaw clenched as his friend started snickering. What the hell?
“I’m going to ring his scrawny little neck when I find him. I’ll call you back shithead” Slamming the end call button, the dark haired male quickly paid for his drink and left. Izuku always let Kariage know his location, the alpha had lied and said he wanted to know for safety reasons but it was really to see if the omega was close enough to catch him cheating around town. It enraged Kariage even more to find that Deku’s phone showed he was still in the church. How has no one found him? And did he really get a case of cold feet at the last minute ? After months and months of talking nonstop about the wedding, the reception, different cake flavors, dream honeymoon destinations, all of that and he just decided to back out now ? Who did he think he was? Embarrassing Kariage in front of his family, friends, co-workers, and (most importantly) Bakugou like that.
Well change of fucking plans, now Kariage was going to drag the little punk by his hair to the altar and tear him a fucking new one. Tell him every single last thing he hated about the omega, from the dumb red sneakers he never took off, to his constant creepy muttering, his even creepier journals and just his general uselessness. Yeah back in junior high, Kariage might have thought Bakugou was being a bit extreme but now he got it. Izuku Midoriya would be doing the entire world a favor if he just dropped dead. After all that was said and done, Kariage was going to get the ring from the ring bearer and take it back to the store to see if they could still give him a refund. After a quick jog to the church, Kariage marched straight to the room his phone was saying Izuku was hiding in and immediately started banging on the door.
“Izuku you bitch, what the hell are you hiding for? Come out /now/ ”
Kariage never used a command on the omega before, never needed to as Izuku had been perfectly obedient up until now. The door remained closed and in his rage, Kariage opted to simply kick the damn thing open rather than wait any longer. “The fuck?” He wasn’t there. The alpha instantly saw Deku's phone laying on the floor, it was buzzing nonstop, but it’s owner was no where to be seen. Seeing no point in remaining in the empty room, the dark haired male turned around to leave, only to be knocked out by a singular punch.
Izuku didn’t want to wake up. This was the most comfortable he’s felt in ages. Wedding planning has seriously messed up his sleep schedule and it felt like his body was demanding he finally get some rest.
Sighing contently, he pulled the blanket up higher to cover his bare shoulder but before he could fall back into deep slumber, the sound of moving metal reached his ears. Scrunching up his nose, Izuku tried to cover his head with his pillow to block out the noise, only to realize all the pillows he owns have never felt as plump or as comfortable as the ones he was currently using were. The second thing the omega noticed was the oddly familiar scent on the pillows and blanket he was using. What on earth?
He quickly flung the pillow off of him and sat up right. Immediately Izuku realized that he was laying in the middle of a huge, comfortable bed situated inside a dimly lit, big, lavish room. The second thing he saw was that his fiancé was also in the room, except he was tightly bound to a chair with tape and heavy looking chains.
“Oh my god, Kariage are you alright?”
Unfortunately, the third thing Izuku realized was that his alpha had been gagged and was sporting a brand new black eye. Who had done this ? And why them?
Izuku attempted to leave the bed but quickly found that his ankle had been cuffed to one of the bed posts, it only allowed him to reach the edge and not an inch more. “I-it’s going to be fine, don’t worry. Someone must’ve noticed us missing by now. We’re probably going to get-rescued really soon”
His fiancé simply groaned and looked off to the side. Izuku winced, imagining the pain his poor boyfriend was enduring. As the omega tried to release some soothing pheromones to try and provide some form of comfort to his lover, the door opened. At first Izuku couldn’t see who had just walked in due to how dim the room was but he was sure of one thing, that man was pure alpha. It was obvious, not only from how tall and muscular he was but in the way he just exuded confidence. Izuku tugged the fallen blanket up to cover his bare torso as the mysterious figure walked closer. “Ya feeling cold Deku?”
And suddenly it was like a burst of hope exploded from his chest! “Ka-Dynamight?!” Izuku gasped, getting a better look at the hero now that he was just a few feet away. They were saved!
“Heh, glad to see you’re still the same excitable hero nerd you always were” The tall blond teased, a smug smirk gracing his unfairly handsome face. Izuku squirmed, feeling his cheeks turning pink at the hero’s remark. A secret Izuku kept from pretty much everyone, including Kariage, was just how much of a Dynamight fanboy he truly was. Buying merch would have been too obvious, all things considered, but Izuku’s phone contained multiple hidden folders chock full of photos and video clips of the blond hero’s many victories, not to mention some rather erotic and realistic photo edits made by other Dynamight enthusiasts. So embarrassing!
It was unfair really, how easily his former childhood friend was still able to completely and utterly capture his attention.
The same metallic scraping sounds snapped Izuku out of his musings and reminded him of the situation he and his fiancé were in. “Please help us, I-I don’t know how we got here or who kidnapped us but we should leave before they come back. I only have my ankle cuffed so you should get Kariage free first since it’ll take more time. “ The omega rambled, not noticing that his supposed hero had begun to remove his gauntlets and mask. He was too busy looking at his fiancé, whose face was growing worryingly paler by the minute.
“Don’t worry Izuku, everything will be just fine. And you know why?”
“Because you are here?” Izuku answered back with a soft smile gracing his face as he remembered when the two of them would spend entire afternoons binge watching old All Might cartoons. That smile soon slipped off his face when he looked back at the Pro Hero just sitting on the bed, half naked and making no move to help them. Dread slowly started creeping in the longer the alpha just sat there.
“K-Dynamight...how did you know where to find us ?" Izuku asked hesitantly, remembering his old friend's fiery temper. “Pretty easily” Bakugou shrugged before tossing the wedding invite on Izuku’s lap “Gave the address of the church to my pack mates and they picked you both up”. The blond alpha gave the omega a sly smirk before continuing “Right now you’re in Class A’s safe house. We all pitched in to pay Cementoss and Power Loader to build the structure for us and to make sure it was up to code. We come here whenever we need to burn off steam or want to have complete privacy”
Izuku's mind was racing, part of him completely terrified to know that his former friend had facilitated his abduction with the help of other trusted hero’s. The other part of him was thrilled to be inside a building made by venerated UA teachers. “I can give you a tour afterwards if you want,” Katsuki offered nonchalantly.
Normally Izuku would have jumped at the opportunity but he was stuck on what the hero had said “Afterwards? After what? “ The omega asked, completely baffled at the whole situation. Who gave Katsuki the invitation? Certainly not Izuku, he’d never be so bold as to assume their former classmate would actually show up.
“This dumbass challenged me to a dominance fight with that shitty invite. So that’s exactly what we’re gonna do” Katsuki explained and pointed towards the tatami mats next to the chair Kariage was in.
“What!” Izuku whipped his head to look back at his fiancé. Kariage’s eyes were bulging as he shook his head as much as could manage. This has to be some huge misunderstanding or a really unfunny joke! Katsuki clicked his tongue and shot them both an irritated look “I’ll be fucking fair, this’ll be a strictly no quirks fight. Just plain old fists and kicks, so don’t act like I’m being cruel and just mauling the bastard”. There was so much wrong in that sentence that Izuku didn’t know where to start.
“But Kacchan…even if he did challenge you-” which Izuku highly doubts, though it was a bit misguided, Kariage was just being thoughtful in wanting to include an old friend in their celebration. He had also invited other former classmates of theirs and none of them interpreted it as a challenge as Katsuki had. “Why would you even accept it?”
Bakugou sneered “Why wouldn’t I? He’s trying to marry an omega I’ve already claimed and had the nerve to taunt me with an invitation like it’s given that I’d just roll-over and let that happen. Stupid knothead needs to learn his lesson"
''W-what?” Izuku stared at him wide eyed “Kacchan you…you broke your bond with all of us on graduation. You can’t seriously still consider me a part of your pack” The blond alpha lowered his gaze slightly and took a moment to gather himself before responding “Do you remember me severing my bond with you specifically, Izuku?” The smaller male shook his head. Kacchan had been the default class alpha for three years when he presented early, and was the one who had bonded them all together as a pack.On their last day of school, Katsuki had addressed all of them and said he had no intention of keeping the pack together or staying in touch. Some of their classmates had blamed Izuku, saying Katsuki might have kept them around if their bond didn’t already include the quirkless boy.
As the omega was busy reminiscing, Kariage was silently sweating up a storm. There’s no way that Bakugou had been serious all those years ago. Back in junior high, they had all been disappointed that Midoriya had been the first omega to bloom. Even so, most of the boys had begun making suggestive comments and lewd gestures towards the smaller boy to rile him up. So when Katsuki began aggressively scenting the newly presented omega, everyone laughed. It was hilarious to see him randomly grab Izuku, and roughly rub his wrist glands up and down those freckled cheeks. For a while, everyone forgot what Izuku’s natural scent was since he only ever smelled like a campfire. Usually that was one way an alpha staked his claim on his intended omega, an unmissable sign to back off. But there was no way that was the case here. There has to be a reasonable explanation for all this.
Fuck, maybe Bakugou received the invite too close to his rut and wasn’t thinking straight. Kariage refused to believe that Katsuki was that possessive over an omega he had basically ditched and abandoned for years. Besides, there was no way the dark haired alpha had a chance at winning a dominance fight against him. It was basically sanctioned murder and for what? Kariage could understand if it was over Froppy or Maboromicamie but Deku?
Just as Katsuki began rising up from the bed to release the other alpha and, undoubtedly, start beating the living tar out of him, Izuku placed his hand on the hero's shoulder causing him to take a pause. “You don’t have to do that Kacchan. There…there is a-another way you can….” Izuku mumbled, looking away in embarrassment as he removed the blanket covering him, spreading his legs wide to show off his white lacy panties. While it has been common for alphas to have a dominance fight for the right to mate an omega, cucking was also an equally useful technique to claim an omega from another alpha, especially back in the pre-quirk era. Breeding and claiming an omega in front of another alpha proved that the rival alpha was weak, impotent, and unworthy. Allowing Kacchan to fuck him in front of Kariage would almost certainly cause Izuku’s omega to reject the dark haired alpha. It would save his boyfriend’s life.
Shyly looking up, Izuku gasped when he met Kacchan's intense gaze “Ya know what you’re offering me?“ growled Katsuki, licking his bottom lip as his eyes roamed the omegas supple body. Izuku nodded fervently, trying to mask how nervous he felt. It helped that Izuku was currently getting a great view of the hero’s amazing physique: he sported a well defined chest, toned abs, and delicious V cut with a happy trail leading down to his baggy pants. Despite the omega going to the gym multiple times a week, his body naturally retained fat and water weight in (what he considered) an unattractive way, causing him feel self conscious at being so exposed in front of the two alphas. Maybe Kacchan will find him that unattractive he’ll just let them both go peacefully.
“Like what you’re seeing Izuku?” Katsuki asked smugly, noticing the way the petite male was checking him out as well. The blond alpha was absolutely preening at the attention, flexing his biceps just to show off even more. The tiny omega whined at his teasing and moved his arms to cover up his torso as best he could.
Katsuki shifted closer to his partner, bending down to whisper in his ear “I asked you a question baby boy”. The feeling of the alpha's warm breath tickling the shell of his ear made Izuku bite down on his bottom lip. He was having a hard time focusing with Kacchan so close to him like this, his scent overwhelming the omega’s senses “‘m still waiting for an answer”
Not trusting that his voice wouldn’t fail him, Izuku tried giving the alpha a quiet hum to appease him. That’s when Katsuki nipped at the green haired omega's ear lobe, making him gasp in surprise. Kacchan’s lips then began traveling downwards until they reached Izuku’s pulse. “Hnng” The omega groaned, instinctively pulling his shoulder up to prevent the blond male from going any closer to his neck gland. Izuku hadn’t expected the alpha to be deterred by this and was surprised that he instead pulled away completely. “I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to, Deku. Hey dickhead, hope you learned literally any kind of self defense techniques cause tonight I’m itching to have a real fight” Katsuki said almost cheerfully which was somehow even more menacing than if he had said it in his usual irate tone.
“W-wait Kacchan, I do want it! I swear !“ The omega cried out, hands frantically grasping at the hero’s muscular arm. “Oh yeah?” Bakugou drawled, not sounding very convinced. Izuku squirmed, wanting to just hide under the covers “I’m…not really good with words so maybe I could just show you instead?” Now that got Katsuki’s attention, watching as his cute little nerd moved one of his hands from the top of the alpha’s forearm down to tug at his pants fly. His barely-there touch caused the blond’s cock to twitch with interest
“Can I make you feel good Kacchan?” Izuku asked, trying to keep all the alpha’s attention on him by applying the tiniest bit more pressure, feeling more confident the harder the hero became. The omega's movements stalled for a moment before Kacchan let out an affirmative grunt. Fat chance Katsuki was ever going to say no to such a sweet request.
Seeing the hero give him the go ahead, Izuku rose up onto his knees and began peppering soft kisses anywhere he could reach, from Katsuki’s shoulder to his collarbone and up underneath his jaw. Izuku had always been a bit of a romantic at heart and well, it seemed kind of awkward to be feeling the alpha up without even having gone to first base "Alpha…kiss me”. Katsuki’s large hands immediately cupped Deku’s chubby cheeks and pulled him in, pressing their lips together in a slow, sensual manner. Katsuki let out a pleased growl at how pliant the omega was being, allowing his tongue to enter without complaint.
And maybe this enabled Izuku to become even bolder because the little shit decided to unzip his pants when the alpha was distracted and pull out his aching member. Katsuki let out a hiss once he felt the cold air wash over his sensitive length, tugging at the omega’s bottom lip in retaliation. “Oh wow” Izuku whispered breathlessly, holding the heavy cock upright in his hand. This monster was supposed to go in him and yet, the omega’s fingers couldn’t even touch around its width. The scent of their combined arousal thickened now that Izuku was pumping the alpha's cock without restraint, his own white panties were becoming translucent with his slick. Not that the blond male was doing much better, the entirety of his tip was shiny with pre-cum Izuku couldn’t believe thee Dynamight had such a pretty cock, it was the perfect shade of pink, as thick as a damn can of soda and velvety soft to the touch. Embarrassingly, Deku could feel himself start to drool, wondering how it would feel in his mouth. And since he couldn’t get on his knees to properly blow the pro hero, the omega opted instead to lay down on his side.
Sticking his tongue out, Izuku began to trace the throbbing vein located right under Kacchan's mushroom head. Fuck,the smokey musk scent emanating from the alpha was the best thing Deku ever smelled and somehow the salty sweet taste was becoming his favorite flavor After a while of giving the leaking tip teasing kitten licks Izuku decided to try his luck at deep throating this behemoth. Opening his mouth as wide as possible, making sure to tuck his teeth behind his lips, Deku started sucking him in inch by inch. Katsuki groaned as he watched the omega struggle past the fifth inch, still making sure to continue stroking what wasn’t in his mouth but not giving up. He had to focus on not thrusting into his warm, wet throat just yet. Especially when it looked like the omega was enjoying himself at his own pace. Fuck he is so cute when he has tears spilling from those green orbs, his lashes clumping together. It made Katsuki want to bully him a little more, made the alpha want to protect him and keep him safe from the world a whole lot more. It was complicated. Eventually Bakugou’s eyes drifted up to the other alpha in the room.
Fucker had his head down, not daring to look at the two on the bed. That stupid idiot was lucky that Izuku cared about him so much or else he would have been getting his ass handed to him at this very moment. So he wasn’t going to get away with pretending he wasn’t being cucked, like he wasn't having the beautiful omega taken from his greedy grasp, hell no.
“Fuuuuck yes baby, just like that. You’re doing so good, mouth feels just like heaven” Katsuki groaned obnoxiously, praising the omega for his efforts. Evidently Izuku seemed to have liked that, his scent spiking as soon as Katsuki began to talk. The omega started bobbing his head faster in an attempt to continue pleasing the hero.
Shit, it was working too. The alpha felt the telltale sign of his balls tightening up. Katsuki knew he had enough stamina to go at it all night and still get hard the morning after but he wanted to make the omega finish first, damn it. After tugging on Deku’s hair until he released the alpha’s cock from his mouth with a loud pop, Katsuki dragged his thumb across his spit soaked lip and chin “Let me get a look at that pretty pussy of yours baby”.
Oh man, despite literally just slobbering on his dick, Izuku’s face glowed bright red at the suggestion. What a cute ass little strawberry. Slowly Izuku crawled off of the alpha and turned around into the most perfect presenting position ever. His soaked panties looked so lewd, flimsy fabric clinging on to his chubby lips
“Like this Kacchan?” Izuku asked, a bit nervous at how quiet the alpha became. The omega then let out a yelp as he felt his panties suddenly being ripped straight down the middle. “Just like that Izuku” His alpha purred, taking in the erotic sight before him. Izuku has such a nice fat, perky ass, the perfect size for Katsuki’s hands to squeeze and spread apart. Below the luscious freckled globes were his bare pussy lips, practically dripping with slick. The omega's clit was so red and swollen, it was just begging Katsuki to rub and sucked on it. And just barely peeking out from underneath the omega was his tiny little cocklet. It was smaller than what Katsuki remembered from the quick glances he was able to steal back in the gym locker room at Aldera. The alpha couldn’t wait to put his mouth on /everything/.
“My omega is so damn sexy. Look at you, leaking like a damn faucet and I haven’t even touched you yet. I know its gonna feel amazing around my cock” Katsuki rumbled, one hand kneading a plump ass cheek while the other went to spread Izuku’s chubby lips apart
“Eeepp!” Izuku yelped when the alpha shoved his face in unceremoniously and started lapping at his sensitive core. The omega had never been eaten out before, Kariage had said it felt too emasculating. That it implied that Izuku wasn’t feeling good from just his cock alone and was being a selfish omega in bed. Guilt started bubbling inside of the petite male and he shifted his hips in an attempt to get away from the alphas probing tongue
“A-ahh, you don’t have to- unnng, I don’t want to make you do more work”
The small omega whimpered as the hero delivered a light slap to his ass “Be a good omega and let me get my fill. Taste's so fucking amazing! “
Izuku felt his knees go weak as Kacchan dove back in. His tongue going in broad zigzag motions before focusing his attentions on Izuku’s clit, giving it firm, quick flicks. The omega couldn’t hold back a particularly loud squeal after Katsuki wrapped his lips around the erect bud and sucked. The alpha let go after a few seconds and returned to flicking it at a faster pace. Deku whined as he felt the coil in his belly tighten in a familiarly frustrating fashion. He’s always had a hard time finishing, and usually wound up feeling disappointed after sex or masturbating
It seemed like the only time he ever came was during the throughs of his heats, with the help of a particularly expensive vibrator Izuku had splurged on impulsively. Deku didn’t know why that was. But he has always wanted to have that damn coil snap, to feel the same pleasure every other omega in the world raves about. Izuku started to rock his hips impatiently, trying to find some extra stimuli to push him right over the edge. The next time Deku blinked, he was laying flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling.
“Maybe I can get ya to keep still in this position hah?” The alpha grinned, showing off his large, sharp fangs as he grabbed his hips firmly. “I can’t help it!” Izuku protested, trying rubbing his thighs together in an attempt to continue chasing that high. Too bad the alpha shoved them apart with his knees before that could happen
“Does my poor baby want to cum that badly?” Katsuki goaded, pushing his hips down to grind his cock against Izuku’s wet folds. His tip poking at the neglected entrance. The alpha could already tell that Deku’s hole would need to be carefully stretched in order for him to fit. The omega’s cute, pitiful mewls made it extremely hard for Katsuki to hold himself back. Especially when Izuku’s scent became needier, more desperate. Almost like he was going into heat but not quite as potent. Katsuki’s eyes darkened when he remembered a little tidbit from his third year sex-ed class, to seduce an alpha to mate with them, omegas are able to mimic the fertile scent of their heat to a lesser degree. Basically triggering the alpha’s stupid primal brain into thinking they found the perfect hole to stick their knot in. How adorable.
“Puh-please Kacchan. I’ll be good, please make me cum” Deku sobbed in relief when the alpha laid flat on his belly and began eating the omega out with renewed vigor. Katsuki’s tongue was persistently pushing against Izuku’s tight hole, demanding entrance. It took a couple tries but his tongue finally breached the omega’s cunt. The alpha took his time curling and twisting the slippery organ, savoring the taste of slick straight from the source. Bakugou stayed there until he /had/ to pull away in order to get some air and even then, he just went straight back to sucking on that pretty little clit again.
Wanting to test how much give the teeny cunt would allow, Katsuki pushed his index finger in past the first knuckle and was pleased at how the omega’s gummy walls seemed to suck him in. The hero soon added two more fingers in quick succession, making sure to check Izuku’s face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Instead, his cute little omega looked absolutely delighted to have his pussy filled and stretched out. And the alpha was clearly enjoying the feeling of the tight hole clenching around his fingers, as he hadn’t stopped purring since he started.
Prodding as gently as he could, Katsuki was in search of Izuku’s clutch, a specific area where omegas locked onto a knot. Izuku wasn’t actually in heat (despite his cloying scent) so the alpha wanted to know if it would be too much for him to take at this time. But the deeper he went, the more the omega’s walls relaxed and loosened, only clenching down when his fingers pulled away. After some time, he finally found it and pressed down to see what kind of reaction Izuku would have.
He hadn’t expected the omega to let out an ear piercing wail, cumming right there and then, absolutely drenching Katsuki’s entire forearm with slick. Shit! The alpha’s cock throbbed as he watched Izuku’s back arch, legs kicking while Katsuki began thrusting his fingers inside him roughly. “Ah ahh ngggh” The poor omega wasn’t given any time to come back down from his high, keening when Kacchan dragged his tongue across Izuku’s softening cocklet to get a taste of his sterile spunk. “Feels shooo good Kacchan, unng, ahh ah! Too good!”
The alpha gave his lower tummy a playful nip “You come like that all the time, nerd? Or am I just special?” It took a second for Izuku to form a response because he was much more focused on how close Katsuki was to touching that same spot in his cunt again “Mhhmm nuh…no” Izuku shook his head “’never done that before”
“Don’t know if I can believe you, squirting all pretty like that” The omega gasped as Katsuki put even more pressure on his sensitive clutch “Maybe I’ll be convinced if you do it again for me”
Izuku couldn’t even begin to wrap his head around that logic. And he wouldn’t have to because at that moment Katsuki carefully removed his fingers, right before the omega could reach his orgasm once more. Using his slick hand to pump his intimidating cock, the alpha locked eyes with Izuku “Last chance to back out Deku. I won’t make you do anything you aren’t comfortable with”
Closing his eyes just for a moment, the omega remembered the situation he was in. He was doing this for his fiancé, to save him from this giant misunderstanding…to fix Izuku’s stupid mistake. Of course Deku should have realized that Kacchan wouldn’t have scented him nearly everyday for three years if he wasn’t being serious, should have clarified that the alpha was giving up his claim when they had graduated or should have just broken it himself.
Resolute in his decision, the omega opened his eyes again and bared his neck for the alpha. Accepting the show of submission, the blond hero slowly crawled over Izuku’s petite body and bent his head to drag his tongue over the tender scent glands on the omega’s neck.
“Please go slow Kacchan” Izuku blurted out before slapping a hand over his mouth. That was stupid, Kariage had told him so the first time they had sex, that it hurt way less if the alpha entered fast instead of dragging it out. Katsuki tugged Izuku’s hand away before placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Of course. Trust me ‘zuku, I promise take good care of you”. Leaning back, the alpha gripped his cock and guided it towards Izuku's slick folds, teasing his erect clit once more before aiming at his fluttering little hole. Immediately the omega felt like Kacchan's cockhead might be a touch bit too thick to successfully penetrate him. However the alpha kept his promise and used his other hand to fondle at Izuku’s cocklet to distract him from the intense stretch.
Once the tip slipped in the rest of Katsuki’s cock began to slowly sink in deeper, forcing Izuku’s cunt to stretch and reshape to fit his large manhood. Even so, the omega was letting out small mewls and sighs that he couldn’t hold back even if he tried. Kacchan’s cock was curved so nicely that it was brushing against all of Izuku’s good spots. Soon enough the alpha bottomed out with his tip resting nicely against Izuku’s cervix.
“Breathe for me Deku. I know its a lot but you’re doing so well” Katsuki murmured against the omega's ear. The praise made the omega’s heart flutter as he tried to inhale as much oxygen as his lungs could allow. “That’s it baby boy, just focus on breathing “ Kacchan instructed as he started to rock his hips ever so slightly. Something wasn’t right. There had to be something wrong with him, because there wasn't an explanation for how good Izuku was feeling. His pussy never felt this way when he had sex before. There was always a small amount of pain and ache Izuku had to endure and ignore whenever Kariage was inside him. But right now? It felt like every nerve inside his dripping cunt was alight, sending his brain nothing but unadulterated sparks of pleasure. The slow pace was forcing his body to savor each shift and drag. His inner omega was purring at the sensation, feeling so well cared for. And as his pussy got more use to the intrusion, the more ravenous it became until finally Izuku whined at the alpha to go faster
“Kacchan I want more” With a flash of his signature menacing smile Katsuki growled “Heh, you’re asking for it”
That was Izuku’s only warning before the alpha began to brutally pound into him, giving Izuku no choice but to sit back and just take it. The omega wailed and twitched at the sudden change in speed, mind blank as Kacchan continued to manhandle him. Izuku should be feeling guilty, should at least attempt to keep his noises at a minimum but it just wasn’t possible. Not when he experienced his second orgasm of the night, eyes rolling back as he moaned out the name of the man giving him so much pleasure.
“Good omega, cumming all over my cock untouched. Gimme one more yeah? Still want to see this cunt squirt all over my knot” Katsuki groaned as he pressed his swelling bulb against Izuku’s hole. It was as big as the omega’s fist, maybe even bigger, and the alpha just knew that his little mate was going to have no trouble taking all of it. Izuku, for his part, didn’t think he could cum any more, it was too much but his body wouldn’t settle until his alpha was locked inside of him·
“K-kacchan ah ahh yeesss, I want you to knot me. Please, I’m all your. Just please please gimme your knot” Izuku pleas turned to squeals the alpha began slamming into him once more. This time Katsuki was making sure to thrust in as deep as possible, his large mushroom tip grazing the omega's cervix with each push. Fuck it, time to claim his mate permanently. Katsuki forced his way in, bullying the omega’s tight walls to accept his huge knot, stretching Izuku in a way that he’s never been before but now knew he couldn’t live without. “So good! Yes please!!”
The omega's cunt was a twitching wreck so desperate to milk every last drop out, making an absolute mess as slick gushed out of him in an attempt to ease the knot in. Katsuki wasted no time sinking his fangs into Izuku’s neck as soon as his knot locked in place, his venom binding the two together for eternity. The effect was instantaneous as Izuku laid there, limp as though he had been scruffed, body staying still as it accepted the new claim, not daring to make any movement that may upset his alpha. Katsuki on the other hand was feeling like a huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders, his aching fangs finally finding the relief they had been searching for all this time. The two stayed there basking in the afterglow for some time until Katsuki’s knot deflated, which didn't take long considering he was not currently rutting. With a pleased sigh, the alpha unlatched from Izuku's neck and reached over to his nightstand to grab some wet tissues to relieved them of their drying fluids.
After making sure to carefully wipe down both Izuku and himself, Katsuki stood to toss the baby wipes in the trash, passing by his eerily silent rival. Clicking his tongue,the blond alpha decided he’d actually want to hear what this pathetic would-be usurper had to say for himself. On his way back, the hero swiftly removed the gag and then crouched down in front of the bound man, putting them at eye level.
It took a while but finally Kariage whispered “Why? Why did you do it?”
Bakugou scoffed, was the other alpha really so dense or just in denial? Izuku had always belonged to Katsuki, and now always will, it was just that simple.
Just as the hero opened his mouth to respond, the dark haired male stared him straight in the eye and yelled “Shit, you just ruined your life man! Y-your stuck with him now. That claim is going to fuck with your head and make you want to actually act like real mates, damn it!” Kariage’s chest was heaving as he struggled against his bonds “Kats you know I would have never stolen an actual pack omega from you. Izuku was just an easy lay, a-a place holder until I found someone better and the wedding was going to be this big joke. All of our buddies were in on it. That’s why I invited you. It wasn’t a challenge! I thought you’d understand that”
Kariage continued to jabber on, not yet taking note of the furious scent emanating from the alpha in front of him “Look, as a hero you must have seen enough murders to know how to make one look like an accident. A-and I can even be your alibi if anyone starts asking too many quest-“ The dark haired male was cut off when Katsuki hand suddenly wrapped itself around his throat.
“Are you fucking suggesting I kill my own mate? I was going to let you walk out of here alive but how about we test how good of an “accident” I can stage hmm?” His grip tightened as his hand began to grow dangerously hot.
“No! Please don’t do it, please don’t kill him Kacchan” Izuku pleaded from the bed, ankle straining against his cuff as he tried to reach the two alphas. “Why?! After everything he’s just admitted to, why shouldn’t I ? Do you really care about him that fucking much?” The blond hero yelled, still facing his former friend but dropped his hand allowing the other alpha to breathe again. Kariage was now shaking badly in his seat. Katsuki was fucking crazy. There was no way he was going to let the other alpha live, Kariage was going to die a slow and painful death all because he made the wrong omega fall in love with him.
“Because he’s not worth it. Because you’ve worked /so/ hard, breaking through the top ten before anyone else from Class 1A. Because you’ll never get to be number 1 if you get caught. And b-because I want you to stay with me…” Izuku implored, his big green eyes becoming glossy with tears as he reached a hand out to his new mate. The omega held his breath as Katsuki turned around. Suddenly the blond alpha dropped to his knees and grasped his outstretched hand “You’re right, can’t be a good mate if I get thrown in Tartarus can I?” Gently he turned Izuku's hand to be palm side up and pressed soft kisses from the center of his palm to his wrist.
It was odd really, seeing such a giant man, someone capable of immense destruction, kneeling and looking so utterly enamored. The omega let out a soft sigh of relief. Everything was going to be okay.
.
.
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“But he can’t go unpunished, you understand that right? As a hero I can’t let him get away with his threats” Bakugou whispered. After gently pushing a whimpering Izuku to lay back down on the bed, Katsuki turned his attention back on his former classmate. Before either of the former lovers could say another word, Pro Hero Dynamight let out a devastatingly accurate AP shot.
Fast forward five months later we find the ex-groom sitting in his kitchen table with his head buried in his hands, overdue bills and credit card statements surrounded him. His life was in shambles; while his err ‘groin injury’ did heal, it cost his right testicle and left his dick with a nasty scar, causing almost all of his previous affair partners to completely ghost him. The few he did manage to keep around weren’t anything to write home about.
His friends weren’t on speaking terms with him either, even though it wasn’t even Kariage's fault! Those idiots had made a second group chat dedicated to exchanging nude photos that he had received from Izuku and shared with them.
For the most part, Kariage deleted them off his phone and texts because 1. He was already fucking Izuku, he didn’t need to jerk it like those fucking losers and 2. He wasn’t dumb, there were tons of laws passed about revenge porn concerning omegas and he wasn’t about to get in trouble over Deku.
Those morons probably would have been fine if they had kept it to themselves but one idiot added their supervisor to the chat to show off a particularly sexy cosplay Izuku had done of Froppy. Probably in a desperate attempt to impress him or something but it backfired when the co-worker was instead disturbed to see them also sharing explicit photos from when Izuku was still in high school. He instantly reported this to their HR department and a police investigation soon followed and basically busted everyone in the damn chat. Oh, but according to all his friends, it was his fucking fault they were getting investigated. It was only going to get worse for them once the police figure out the poor omega in the photos was the #3 Pro Hero’s mate.
There was no way in hell Baku-Dynamight was going to let that slide. He was probably going to come after Kariage next as the one who actually shared them all those years ago. But that was a problem for another day because right now, he was still trying to figure out how to pay for the wedding he didn’t even get to have. Meanwhile…
”Yes…a-ahh yes please right there Kacchan” Izuku moaned, face down with his back arched, hips eagerly meeting his mates rough thrusts. His alpha knew all the spots that drove Izuku wild by heart now and made sure to hit them with exact accuracy in any position they found themselves in. The petite omega squealed as Katsuki changed his pace, thrusting faster causing their combined juices to squirt and spill out of his well fucked hole.
“That’s it baby, come on now. Cum all over your alpha's cock” Kacchan crooned, pausing his thrusting to grind up against Izuku’s cervical opening causing the omega to start trembling. “Oh! Oohh I’m so close Kacchan please, I want you to finish inside me. Wanna be ful- hnnng”.
Lately Katsuki has been a bit obsessed with cumming all over Izuku’s cute face, watching his omega try desperately to catch it in his mouth. But there really was no better feeling than finishing in Izuku’s tight, warm cunt. “Anything you want baby…shit, gonna give you a big load since I didn’t get to fuck you this morning. Think you can handle it ?” The omega let out a loud wanton moan “I want it so badly, I can handle it. Pleeaase!!”
It was almost a shame that Deku wanted to wait a little longer before becoming a mommy. Something about wanting to get to know each other better before bringing a pup into the mix. Not that even mattered because the omega was a natural cum slut anyways, always wanting his pretty pussy filled to the brink and doing damn near anything to get his way.
Fuck, Katsuki couldn’t even try and hold back now that Izuku’s tight walls started to contract and massage his cock, spurring him on to empty his balls already. With one last deep thrust, the alpha came directly into Izuku’s awaiting womb. Seeing him moan and purr at getting his daily dose of spunk always made Katsuki’s heart clench. To think that his perfect mate nearly slipped through his fingers due to his own negligence caused the alpha physical pain.
Doesn’t matter now that the both of them were proudly sporting mating bite. The past couple of months have been filled with the alpha's attempts of proving himself to Izuku, from bringing him courting gifts each day, to going out on extravagant dates, cooking all of his favorite meals, and also pack bonding. Shit, Katsuki thought the omega was going into cardiac arrest when he found out he had been kidnapped by Invisible girl and Red riot, and that the chain used to cuff him to the bed was made by none other than Creati. Luckily his pack mates were all able to convince Izuku that they didn't mean any harm and would do anything to protect him. He's even had a couple of sleep-overs with the other omegas in the pack when Katsuki inevitably got called away for overnight missions. So. Fucking. Adorable.
The alpha was brought back to reality when he realized that Izuku had been trying to get his attention. "Wanna be on top this time" He purred, gently pushing at his mates shoulder until Kacchan relented, laying down on his back as Izuku climbed on top, eagerly sitting back down on Katsuki’s still hard cock. “Kacchan?”
“Hmm yeah baby?” Katsuki grunted as Izuku started riding him in earnest, still a little sensitive from his last orgasm. “I wanna get married. Can we please Kacchan? I want to have your last name. Wa-want be called Bakugou by everyone. Pretty please” Izuku cried out, grinding his hips in a perfect infinity sign, baring down on the alpha's cock. Maybe it was too soon (or too late depending on how you saw it) but the omega didn't care. He has never felt so loved and spoiled in his life, and it had always been his dream to tie the knot with his former childhood friend.
“Anything you want baby” Katsuki answered, reaching up to stroke Izuku’s cocklet, mind racing with endless possibilities about the wedding venue, guest list, cake flavors and more. But one thing was for sure, this wedding was going to have fucking military style security if Katsuki had anything to say about it.
FIN
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Stop misappropriating the abuse and trauma cults use through purity culture for your stupid fucking shipping discourse? Holy fuck no wonder everyone hates this whole discourse.
Since when is "priests getting shuffled around after raping kids and kids being told they're sinful because they had bodily reactions to being SAd" comparable to "Bobo the clown said my ship was cringe"
I'm not gonna answer this with The Aristocrats, as a I threatened, because I want to make a very serious point to this anon:
Purity culture isn't just religious abuse. It is most widely connected to religious abuse. Including actions in the Catholic Church and all fundamentalist Christianity. It's entire existence is about terrifying and indoctrinating people into being fearful of their own actions and bodies so that they feel certain that moving out from the "umbrella of safety" (to use a fundamentalist term) will result in them being harmed in ways they can't imagine. This is generally happening at the same time as they are being harmed by those who are supposed to be keeping them safe from all those terrible, worldly evils. Like speaking up when you're being abused. Believing you are not responsible for the actions of a rapist, and many, many other things that any person with an ounce of self-worth and good sense (two things not allowed in fundamentalist circles) knows are true in abuse situations.
But the point of the purity culture as identity in the above-mentioned circles is to teach people from birth that they aren't to have their own feelings, ideas, or instincts. They are only to follow the feelings, ideas, and instincts on the approved list in order to stay within the structures they know and feel safe in even as they feel very unsafe.
That being said:
Purity culture can also exist WITHOUT a religious structure while still being about controlling the thoughts, feelings, and actions of everyone within it. In terms of fandom, purity culture is groups of people stating that if you write something uncomfortable or gross or immoral, then YOU must be uncomfortable or gross or immoral and therefore, not worthy of the safety and moral superiority of the group.
Purity culture without religion teaches black and white thinking, encourages thought policing, and shames anyone who steps outside of a very narrow definition of good and bad by turning an entire group of people against them for being "bad".
Just like in religious circles.
Just like in the cult of fundamentalism.
Purity culture is a term taken by fundamentalists and turned into a whole way of life because the goal of fundamentalism is to make people too scared to leave. Purity culture in fandom does the same thing. It uses fear and threats of abandonment/harassment to control the way people act because a group of people decided they didn't like something, so they must try and wipe it out rather than simply ignore it.
I am not mis-using the term because "Bobo the clown said my ship was cringe." My use of the term is intentional and precise because what is happening in fandom spaces now is non-religious purity culture cult thinking. My use of the term does not invalidate or water down the use of it in conversations about religious abuse and trauma. With or without religion, purity culture is a dangerous cult of "us vs them" that is built to demoralize and eradicate those deemed unworthy.
I think you're missing something really nasty that nonnie did in the question here though. "Bobo the clown said my ship was cringe" is downplaying the harassment that happens when someone decides that you're rotating your imaginary people in your head in a "bad" way. It would be a HUGE improvement if people started complaining that ships were cringe, rather than the "well, this character is introduced as a teenager, so to ship them with anyone when they're 20 years older is a ILLEGAL and a sign that you're a horrible person who deserves anything bad we can make happen to you" that gets done.
I chose to ignore the details of this person attempting to discredit me in order to focus on their overall argument that I'm not allowed to use a phrase that they want to establish as having a single meaning and use. When, in truth, it's a phrase that identifies a set of ideas and behaviors that can function across many situations. In the same way that a cult can be religious or commercial, for example.
But it's important to also note what you said. That the phrasing of the what they see as my issue ("Bobo the clown...") is written in the most juvenile language to imply that the results of purity culture within fandom aren't serious or dangerous or traumatizing.
Which is, unsurprisingly, a common purity culture tactic.
Also, as someone who experienced intensive purity culture from especially my family in ways that are typically only thought of as happening in hyperreligious christian households, despite my mom and dad being agnostic and atheist respectively...
It absolutely does go beyond shipcourse. I was shamed for my sexuality. I was shamed for masturbation. I was shamed for having HARMLESS kinks by ANY standards (things literally like piss). I was shamed so hard and in such insidious ways as a form of thought control that I have extreme moral OCD to this day and despite having worked incredibly hard to unlearn it and let myself be my incredibly kinky self, I STILL sometimes have panic attacks or feel the urges to start "confessing" what I'm getting off to to my parents again.
This shit damages you. It's traumatic. It nearly cost the relationship I now have with my partner because my parents so strongly were convinced they knew my sexuality innately, inside and out, that they delayed my realization of my own pansexuality, my aspec identities, my abroness, etc, for several YEARS while I worried they were right and that I wouldn't be attracted to my partner anymore once she transitioned. They told me I was just straight and into her "male body" when I came out.
For the record, she is more beautiful every day she becomes more herself.
I felt dirty for having a body. My mom USED her suspicions of my sexual abuse pre-adoption to shame me for my piss kink, to call it abnormal and pathological. When I realized that SA had happened?
She backtracked so fast she tripped over herself, because me actually processing the real trauma and having a healthy relationship with my sexuality was more than she could handle.
I'm still unlearning just how deep that toxicity managed to seep into my psyche and healing with gentle hands the scars it left behind. I'm learning to love myself in ways I never realized I hated myself.
And I see these exact same patterns mirrored in shipcourse.
I see them mirrored in the moralization and demonization of depictions of sex that when fictional, harm no one. I see people making their discomfort the problem of survivors writing pieces that clearly are saying "this is bad" to anyone with critical thinking skills. I see children being called child predators for ageing characters up or down to self-ship. I see it in light and sexy erotica for people with cnc kinks being treated as dangerous pro-rape propaganda.
I see it in words on the page being held as equally horrible as what happened to me, when even if they were in fact actually harmful in any material way, it would be plancks to the Hercules-Corona Borealis Great Wall galactic filament of harm that is actual harm to a single actual living child.
For reference, a planck length is the smallest theoretical unit in the universe. The Hercules-Corona Borealis Great Wall is a cluster of galaxies that is the single largest object in the known universe. The scales don't even compare. This isn't even ants to planets or booboos to broken bones. This is a momentary itch to total extinction of all existing life in this universe levels of scale, in the imaginary theoretical scenario where any part of a fanfic depicting the abuse I went through could be inherently harmful in any way.
Aside from misguided survivors, who I have enough empathy for to feel more neutral, I have nothing but the coldest void of hate for those that dare to compare the two. And worse, who then have the GALL to tell people talking about other forms of valid sexual trauma due to repression, shame, and abusive control, and tell them that THEY'RE in the wrong for noting the very real similarities and in cases IDENTICAL practices between cases of institutionalized thought control used to perpetrate sexual abuse in religion and secular thought control used to shape societal attitudes around and perpetrate sexual abuse in wider society?
Who do they think they are, to reduce it to "being told Bobo the clown is cringe" (never mind the multiple cases of minors and survivors being driven to attempts suicide, or any of the other number of serious harm done. never mind the actual predators sheltered by the anti community and rhe grooming done under the guise of "protecting the children" while sharing actual sexual materials with said children and spamming gore and death threats at and even doxxing others)?
How dare they try and minimize the very real harm done by secular purity culture and the way it shapes "protect the children" rhetoric and prevents children from receiving the age appropriate sexual education that has been proven time and time again to REDUCE sexual abuse and cause more perpetrators to be caught and kids to be saved?
How dare they further speak over and silence survivors talking about the methods by which a foundation is built on which to rest rape culture and prioritize the comfort of those who've never endured such a thing over the healing and safety of survivors?
How. Dare they.
Hell would seem a kind fate for that kind of person if I believed in such a place.
But my principles inform me to say: I hope anon can learn just how wrong they are about everything. I hope they spend the rest of their life working to help the people they're truly hurting with their quippy one-liners that bely deep underlying attitudes that are working to support and uphold societal, structural real world harm.
Though the petty part of me can't help but hope that the harm they've done or allowed to be done drives them to work ever harder, chasing unattainable absolution withheld only by their own guilt, as the haunting reality of what they've participated in nips at their heels like venom-fanged hellhounds.
I know, that's not very anarchist or reform/rehabilitation justice paradigm of me. I know that part is neither useful nor kind.
But as a survivor, please give me the grace of allowing me that anger at someone who won't even acknowledge the smallest parts of the hurt that was done to me, how it all compounded and twisted in on and corrupted all the other bits and festered inside until it broke open into a cacophony of rot and spores that I'm in intensive therapy to try and root out so I can start growing in all the places that were made infertile for me as an INFANT, where most other people have had all the years of their life to nurture and grow.
And allow me to finish with: anon, go fuck yourself.
I have seen people harassed into depression and suicidality so many times over this bullshit. Literally hounded out of a place of safety for violating whatever whim of a "standard" someone suddenly decided was Important enough to bully over. For things that were entirely fictional, and often related to actual past trauma being processed, or pure escapism.
It is possible to both write about terrible things and not for a single second have any interest in making those things being real. It's FICTION.
Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya IzukuToga Himiko/Uraraka OchakoKaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou
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Comedy, Romantic, Comedy, Drama, Slapstick, Single Parent Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Stealing of body fluids, Out of Character, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Not Mpreg but with child, there is no cheating.
Single father Katsuki.
His son is 5 and a rascal that thinks he should have a lover because "Dada looks lonely."
His son ran off one day at the mall and after a panicked search the boy came back dragging someone in his tiny hands.
"Dada this one! This one, I found you a love love."
Katsuki sees shining emerald eyes and dusting of cocoa on cheeks
Katsuki sees Deku and wants to faint.
Deku was his first love, a love since kindergarten that never came to be. Especially since Deku migrated to America after they graduated college.
So back then Katsuki took whatever he could since he couldn't have Deku's love.
His sperm.
Katsuki had so secretly stolen sperm from Deku and brought it to a surrogate to have Deku's child.
Now here was Deku back after 5 years.
He was fucked for three good reasons, so so fucked because,
1 - his child looked so happy holding Deku's hand.
2 - Seeing Deku again after a long time made him realize he was still so in love with the damn nerd.
3 - Deku is already married.
He was standing behind the ice cream booth that had 201 flavors while in his hand was the god forsaken flavor of spicy chocolate mint cream that his son loves so much. The stuffed rabbit backpack that was too small and too tight over his shoulder looked so out of place along with the ice cream on him. There were the toilet papers on his other hand too.
To be fair Katsuki did not look his best today. It's supposed to be just a trip to the mall to buy toilet paper and some ice cream as per his son's request. Just an ordinary day, supposed to be an ordinary day.
So he wore his comfortable off white t-shirt that was already baconed on the collar and sleeves and his faded khaki cargo shorts, and the finale was the gift from Kirishima, red crocs shoes on his sock feet.
In short he looked like a disaster. At least his son looked cute in his black shirt under an orange overall.
Of all the days that he isn't in his suit and tie and leather shoes it had to be the day his son dragged his wet dream back into his life.
Deku. fucking Midoriya Izuku is hand in hand with his son. Fucking Midoriya Izuku at 5’11, in a tight black turtle neck long sleeve shirt and equally tight denim jeans. His wavy green hair in an undercut.
If Katsuki thought of him as a wet dream back in college then today it's a raging flood of a fantasy!
But his libido wasn't the main problem as of now. It's the fact that his son is with his biological dad! The one who Katsuki stole his sperm from!
Plus he looks like shit infront of his long time crush for fucks sake!
Katsuki is sweating buckets.
“Dada, I found you a love love!” His son, Kiyoshi, repeated, large red eyes shining and his freckled cheeks in a light blush on how happy he is.
“Love love? Well, aren't you cute for a kidnapper?”
Katsuki's knees buckled at the sweet yet deep voice, like smooth honey whiskey going down his throat and going right down his whole body. It's been so long since he heard that voice. Why the fuck is he salivating?
“You shouldn't be giving your dada any problems, little guy.” Deku kneels in front of Kiyoshi, patting his head with his big scarred hands.
Deku hasn't seen him yet.
Maybe if he grabs his son and runs like mad he can save himself.
“Let's go say sorry to your dad now.” Deku stood up and faced him and those emerald eyes grew wide.
It was too late.
“Kacchan?”
Deku saw him in all his ugly glory.
Fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.
“Deku.” The name slips out of his mouth easily.
“Hi. It's been so long.” Still holding Kiyohi's hand, Deku walks towards him, it was a picture scene. Green wavy hair with blonde wavy hair, green doe eyes with red doe eyes and the same flock of freckles on fair skin, hand and hand walking towards him.
It was overwhelming.
Deku was in front of him now, Katsuki felt giddy. He likes to deny the fact that he is thrilled that he was still taller than Deku by half a head.
“How have you been?” He asked, looking up at Katsuki with the happiest smile.
“I'm good.” He could only reply courtly, scared that he might blurt out something wrong. He hopes his expression was giving him away.
“Yeah I can see that.” Deku says, still not removing eye contact.
Katsuki winces at his comment. What part of him looked good damn it. If anyone looks good here it's Deku and damn does he look way too fine.
Their eyes are stuck on each other, drawn in as if they were the only ones in the world.
Time seemed to have stopped as he stared into those deep pools of liquid emerald eyes.
“Dada?”
The small voice cut them off whatever trance they had.
Deku looks down at the small hand tugging at him. Katsuki could have sworn there was a flicker in his eyes. On edge and muscles tense, Katsuki becomes nervous. Did Deku notice? Did he figure it out?
“So this is your son?” Deku asked, bending down and lifting up the small child into his arms. Katsuki felt his heart constrict painfully just looking at them. There was something growing inside, something heavy and bitter, guilt.
“Yeah! I’m Dada’s but with no Mama! So Dada is lonely, so mister needs to be with dada so he won't be lonely!” Kiyoshi lifts his hands up in declaration in a loud voice.
“Oi brat!” Katsuki reprimanded his son, his face was burning red from embarrassment.
He takes him from Deku’s arms and scolds him but the small child just huffed.
“But it's true. Dada is lonely.”
“Where did you learn to talk back?”
The two bickered back and forth like both were like small children.
There was a melodious sound of laughter coming just beside him. Deku was laughing hard, almost hunched over holding his stomach.
“He’s definitely your son Kacchan. He’s just like you.” Straightening himself up and wiping the tears from laughter from his eyes;
Deku pats Kiyoshi’s fluffy head. Kiyoshi preens at the attention.
The weird flicker in Deku's eyes was gone, he seems to be more happy after all that laughter.
“Mister mister I like you! I think Dada will like you too so you need to-mmph.” Katsuki stops his sons from talking,
muffling his mouth gently as he could but god damn it why is his child such a loud mouth?
"Ok." He says with a drawn out voice. "It was nice seeing yah but we gotta go. This guy needs to poop. So bye." Katsuki hurriedly turns around, not caring for Kiyoshi's muffled protest
and not even looking at Deku's eyes as he tries to speed walk away from his biggest problem.
"Kacchan wait!"
Katsuki does not. He walks faster.
It should be fine. Deku would probably go back to the US soon and they won't meet up every again.
It hurts to think about it but it would be a disaster if he stayed.
"I've transferred back here for work. So I hope I'll be seeing you often, Kacchan!"
Oh fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.
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She just wanted to enjoy her fresh hot Takoyaki. Delicious Takoyaki. Just what she wanted and just what she craved. It was the last piece.
Picking it up with her chopsticks towards her awaiting mouth. A perfect treat.
Her door flew open with a bang.
"Ochako!"
"Ahhhhh!"
Bang went to the door and bang went over her nerves from too much coffee this morning. Up her Tokoyaki went to the ceiling and stayed there like a half disco ball of carbs and octopus meat.
The two people stare at the new decor impassively then stare at each other.
"You owe me."
"Whatever! I have a bigger problem!"
What could be more of a bigger problem than her food!
"You owe me an order of Takoyaki!"
"Alright alright! I'll buy you one later. Just listen to me!"
"No later. Now!" She was really pissed. That was her last ball with the biggest piece of octopus and the most sauce!
"Oh my god, fine. It's just at the corner anyway. Just listen, yah."
They walked out of her house. Ochaco was still angry and puffed her cheeks.
She really wanted that last price but instantly felt better at the prospect of a new batch.
"So what's this all about barging into my place?" He asked as they were about to make a turn at a corner.
There was a deep exhale and that's when Ochaco knew this wasn't just something trivial.
"He's back."
"Huh?"
"Deku's back!" Her best friend Bakugou Katsuki almost screamed.
Stopped, frozen and wide eyed.
"No."
"Yes."
"Oh my god. You are fucked! And I don't mean it in the oohh ahhhh kind!"
"Shut up!"
Ohhh but how could she shut up? Katsuki was having a life crisis while Ochako… Ochaco was having the time of her life!
"I told you this was gonna bite you back in the ass!"
She had long warned him way back after Katsuki suddenly barged into her home with an ice box and eyes crazy wide.
///"I stole his sperm!"///
Damn if that didn't traumatize her. Thank heavens she vehemently refused to be the surrogate mom for his craziness.
The surrogate was someone abroad that this crazy ass rich bastard paid millions on.
But don't get her wrong, she loves Kiyoshi with all her heart but damn if she hadn't been waiting for this moment to arrive.
"I told you so."
Oh how it felt good to finally say those words. She is having a blast.
"Shut up. I thought this was never going to happen!"
Ochaco beckoned Katsuki to start walking again. He still owes Takoyaki after a.
"Pfft. Now what are you going to do? He's married already isn't he?"
"That's what I heard. Ochako I-"
"Kacchan."
Kacchan?
Ochaco sees Katsuki turn deathly pale then to a light pink, pink, darker pink to a deep blush.
She looked straight ahead and just before the Takoyaki booth was a man so fine she wanted to sing a damn gravy tik tok song out loud.
Wait, did Katsuki just say Deku?
Her round eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. This guy was Midoriya Izuku a.k.a. Deku.
No wonder he stole sperm from this guy! He's hot as fuck. Ochaco would too if she wasn't a full out lesbian.
"You're here for Takoyaki too? The booth is still here after all these years huh. Just like back in highschool we used to eat here often."
The Deku guy passed by Ochaco and went straight for Katsuki. It was like he didn't see him at all.
"Deku." Was all Katsuki said. Ochaco stared hard at the wobbly expression her best friend had. She wished she could take a photo but she left her phone at home. Damn.
"I didn't get to ask earlier but I was wondering if you would have dinner with me this Friday? Just to catch up on everything."
She saw how Katsuki's normal mean eyes were wide like saucers.
"You can bring Kiyoshi with you. He is so adorable."
How his brows shut up and how the normal loud and rude Katsuki was silent with his long term crush being so near. It was a disaster.
Ochaco was living for it. Her smile was so self satisfied.
"Can we Kacchan? For old times sake?"
Katsuki was about to faint. Deku grabbed his hands with his own.
"Please." And gave him the puppy dog eyes.
He was doomed.
He nodded.
He was so fucking doomed.
"Thank you Kacchan." Deku still hasn't let go of Katsuki's hand, instead he gave him a brightest purest smile.
Ochaco and Katsuki were blinded. Damn gravy so clean and delicious! Oh but this one does have a missus. Too bad.
Ochaco will just have to appreciate the disaster truck of her best friend as it is.
"Oh you have someone with you."
Deku finally notices her and all she could do was smile even though she was completely ignored just earlier.
"I'm Midoriya Izuku and you are?" Deku raised his hand to shake in introduction.
"Ah I am-"
"She's Uraraka Ochaco!"
Ochaco had pulled away and was now in front of Katsuki as he had grabbed her arms. Showing her off to Deku like some kind of livestock.
"She's Kiyoshi's mom! So she has to come with us to dinner with Kiyoshi!"
The Takoyaki vendor dropped a ball on the pavement. So did Ochako's jaw.
She was frozen but slowly her head turned behind Katsuki, her soon to be ex best friend
The guy just mouthed sorry at her.
"Oh. I see."
She turns back to the sound of Deku and froze up like a rock during winter.
His bright green eyes have turned dark all the while looking at her. What is that?!
I think that 2023 is a good time for many of us, and allies in particular, to practice again the dying art of minding our own fucking business when it comes to the identities and lives of other people.
You see someone from one of your classes in a public place with a different gender presentation/expression than they typically have? Mind your own business.
You discover that one of your coworkers is in a same gender relationship, but they aren't out at work? Not your place to share that information in the workplace.
You notice that your neighbor in a red state takes a road trip across state lines with their transgender child every 3-6 months? No you fucking didn't.
You overhear students in your classroom using a different name and different pronouns for one student than you are used to using? If you live in a state hostile to trans rights, pretend that you don't know anything about this and report nothing.
You suspect that an acquaintance of yours might be gay, but they deny it when asked directly? Leave them the fuck alone.
One of your friends refuses to publicly label their sexuality? Good for them, you aren't entitled to that information anyway.
Your sibling comes out to you as questioning, but isn't comfortable sharing that with your parents yet? Keep your fucking mouth shut.
Don't out people; coming out is a personal choice not a moral obligation. Don't demand personal information about other people's sexuality or sex lives. You aren't entitled to information about anyone's gender identity, assigned gender at birth, or transition.
Bring back privacy, allow people to have control over the information that is shared about them publicly; it might save their job, their housing, their parental rights and their child's safety, or even save lives.
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