Honeywinner06

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Sonaze💙💜 & ChainsawMan (Repost)

Se olvido publicar a esto.

Ya después de ver el estreno de la peli :3

[honeywinner06]

Valentine's Day Announcement

Hey, everybody! Due to the fact I forgot to do anything for Valentine's Day (I got sick a few days before and didn't feel like doing or continuing anything lol), I'll be accepting requests, but only this week. You already know the rules to follow when requesting stories. Looking forward to your requests and happy belated Valentine's Day! :b

[honeywinner06]

Love Scars or How I Stopped Caring For Him

A! Katsuki Bakugou x O! Male Reader

(Sequel to "Affair of the Heart or How I Learned to stop loving Dynamight")

It had been such a long time you have seen or spoken to Bakugou.

Almost two, maybe three years had slipped by without you noticing. Your ife had moved on in a quiet and relaxed way. Your apartment no longer smelled like smoke and sweat mixed, instead was replaced by lavander soap and clean sheets.

Your body carried different scars now, earned in battles you chose and to those you were dragged into. The city still needed heroes, and you were still one, but the way you existed in it had changed and so had your heart.

You had met a other alpha. You opted to meet someone who was powerless, someone common in world's eyes.

He works as a Nurse, so you had another excuse to visit a hospital after fighting any criminal.

He had also scolded you multiple times, while acting gentle but firm, hands warm as he checked bruises you insisted were minor.

Between your night patrols and his rotating hospital shifts, you rarely shared more than a few waking hours together. Some days, you barely spoke beyond short messages and half-asleep murmurs.

Still, you slept in the same bed. Sometimes arriving after midnight, sometimes leaving before dawn but always finding comfort in the familiar weight beside you.

A leg draped over your thigh. Fingers brushing your wrist. A sleepy breath against your neck. Those small touches often turned into quiet teasing. Nothing rushed, nothing demanding. Just seeking for your warmth, closeness, and the reassurance that you were not alone anymore.

That afternoon, you showed up at the hospital as usual—fresh bruises, a shallow cut along your ribs, energy still humming beneath your skin. You followed the sound of voices down the corridor, stopping short when you noticed a crowd gathered near one of the consultation rooms.

Nurses. A couple of doctors. Even patients lingering in wheelchairs. They were all staring through the small window in the door.

You stepped closer, curiosity tightening your chest—and froze. Inside the room stood two heroes you knew far too well.

Deku sat on the examination bed, posture tense but calm, hands folded over his abdomen in a protective way that made something cold settle in your stomach. Bakugou stood beside him, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes sharp as he listened to the doctor speaking to them.

The door opened before you could retreat.

“Alright, that’s enough,” the doctor snapped gently at the onlookers, ushering them away. “Back to work. This isn’t a spectacle.”

As the hallway cleared, your alpha emerged, gloves still on, expression unreadable until his eyes found you.

He followed your gaze back to the door, exhaling slowly.

“You okay?” he asked immediately, stepping closer.

“I am, dear” you replied, then hesitated. “I… who were they?”

“Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki” he said calmly. “They came in for a medical recommendation.”

“For what?”

He met your eyes, serious now. “You didn't know, love? They announced Midoriya’s pregnant. Very early—only a few weeks, maybe a month. They came here to know if he should still be fighting or retire in temporary way.”

"Really?" You asked

"Yes, that what all news are talking about. I have to leave you, darling. See you later at the department" he only kissed your closed lips and went off to continue his work.

Your spine just stiffened from a feeling forming in your insides. It was not anger, nor jealousy.

Just the strange, distant ache of something that once mattered and didn’t anymore.

After that, while you standed in middle of the hallway, the door open once more. This time, however, who came put was Bakugou which made you hide quickly behind a wall.

You only wished he hadn't seen You, and if he saw You, he had cared what You thought? Maybe not but what stops him from think it?

(Christmas Story Request by @serotoninandespresso)

[honeywinner06]

you should definitely make a part two of alpha kaiser and omega isagi + omega m reader 🙂‍↕️

What was lost in the fire...

(A! Michael Kaiser x O! Isagi Yoichi x O! Male Reader)

(Sequel to "What remains after the fire...")

You entered to the place too fast no one even notice you. Your fist hardened and with a single boost from your arm, you threw him a punch.

Michael barely saw it—only felt the impact impacted against his jaw, sharp and merciless. The punch snapped his head back, teeth clacking as he stumbled, boots scraping against the turf.

The practice stopped instantly.

“What the hell—?!”

You didn’t stop there. “You fucking piece of shit!”

You lunged again, rage burning through every muscle, every nerve. Your scent flooded the air—bitter, acidic, nothing like desire. It was pure fury.

Hands grabbed you from behind, trying to stop you.

“Hold him—!

“Get him back!”

Kunigami, Gagamaru, even Bachira moved in, arms locking around your shoulders and torso as you thrashed violently, trying to break free.

“Let me go!” You screamed while your voice was breaking. “Let me go, I swear I’ll...kill him!”

Kaiser didn’t retaliate at all. He stood there, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, eyes fixed on him. Cold. Sharp. Calculating.

Insults poured out of (Y/N) was like pure venom—every humiliation, every betrayal, every word meant to wound, formed a giant snowball of resentment he prepared to launch at his bloody face

His voice cracked midway, but the hate didn’t stop at all

And then— he stopped. (Y/N) froze like a statue. He slowly turned his head and focus on something else

Yoichi sat a few steps away, posture curved, expression empty, not a single gram of guilt, nor pride. Just honesty stripped of warmth.

Silence fell.

(Y/N)’s breath stuttered. His body went slack in the arms restraining him, strength draining all at once. Tears welled up, hot and furious, spilling before he could stop them.

He hated that Isagi was so inexpressive towards the matter he was mainly involved. Hated that part of him understood.

Suddenly, a small, crooked, "triumphal" smile formed un his face, one that didn’t mean victory at all. But at least, he thought, wasn't the biggest loser.

That honor was awarded to the person who looked at him with such fury.

(Y/N) just tore himself free at last, shoving past everyone. His tears burned, acidic, blurring his vision as he stormed off the field. Doors slammed behind him.

The team stood there, confused, tense—and, one of them, angry.

Raichi was the one who knew everything. Hey was an intimate friend of (Y/N) Like a brother to him. He snapped quickly to protect his "brother".

“The fuck are you standing there for?!” he barked at Kaiser. “Go fix this! You caused all of this!”

Kaiser didn’t answer. He already knew.

He wouldn’t fix anything.

At (Y/N) bedroom...

The door to (Y/N)’s room barely had time to close before Kaiser pushed inside.

“Get out.”

(Y/N) ’s voice was shaking and muffled with a pillow against his face.

“Calm down now” Kaiser said, stepping closer, hands instinctively going to his hips, grounding him “You’re just exaggerating all of th...”

The pillow hit him square in the face.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

And again.

“Don’t you dare to touch me, son of a Bitch!”

(Y/N) kept swinging, hitting him with the pillow until Kaiser lost his balance and went down hard.

In a flash, he grabbed (Y/N)’s wrists, pinning him down as they both hit the floor.

They were shouting now.

Raw. Ugly. Almost in a primitive way. As if they were wild animals or the worst of enemies.

“Stop it! You enjoyed it too!” Kaiser snapped, breath heavy. “Don’t even try to lie to me!"

(Y/N) didn’t respond.

Didn’t open his mouth or even blink. The alpha just laughed

“See? No answer at all, you hypocrite omega?”

He exhaled slowly, tone shifting. Controlled.

“Look. Let’s just call it what it is. An incident. A forgettable and stupid one” he said. “Isagi can leave the team and can deal with the baby on his own. It would be the only thing he would be focus”

Those words made (Y/N)’s chest tighten.

Unfair.

Cruel.

Even now for him, who hated Isagi with every inch of his soul, it felt just.... wrong.

“I don’t care whatever...” Kaiser was interrupted by the omega, who was looking to the floor, hiding his face from him

“From now on, Michael Kaiser, you don’t step into my room without my explicit permission. Do you understand...bastard?”

A single and silent pause formed between them to be cut out by Kaiser laughing, full of ingenuity

“Are you kicking me out?”

“Yes. You’re not my boyfriend anymore. Now, leave.”

Kaiser didn’t reply.

He straightened, shoulders squared, pride settling back into place like armor. Whatever he felt stayed buried behind his silence.

Without another word, he turned and walked out. The door closed and only then did (Y/N) give in.

His breath broke first, then his body followed—knees giving out as tears finally spilled, hot and furious. He pressed a hand to his mouth, trying to stay quiet, but the sob escaped anyway.

Rage and grief twisted together in his chest as he cried alone, surrounded by everything that had just ended.

[honeywinner06]

Christmas Announcement

Hello everybody and happy Holidays to all of you!

In due to the holidays, I want to give you all a gift as a thank you for your support of my stories.

I will be accepting story requests from any fandom, but please to the following rules:

- Must be male or GN Reader (In case, someone wants female reader, I'll try to be flexible).

- Requests can be anonymous if you wish.

- Any story with a minor character will not be accepted, unless it takes place in the future or the character's original age is increased.

- No Musk, P3D0, or extreme age ranges (e.g., 18-50).

I'll be accepting requests until December 26th. Happy Holidays!

[honeywinner06]

Cruel and Lovely Ownership

O! Male Reader x A! Alhaitham

Your moans filled the walls of the bedroom, broken and hoarse, while the relentless slap of skin against skin echoed like an obscene rhythm in the dead of night.

The air was heavy with the thick scent of your slick, mingled with salty sweat and Alhaitham’s overpowering alpha musk that wrapped around you like a suffocating fog. It had started like this—you on your knees on the mattress, face buried in the rumpled sheets that still carried his scent, your ass raised in silent offering as he took you from behind without mercy.

His large hands dug into your hips, fingers sinking deep into soft flesh, leaving red marks that would ache tomorrow as cruel reminders.

“Look at you, Omega” he murmured in that cold, calculated voice, as if he were assessing a specimen under his scrutiny. “Always so eager to take me, so perfectly willing to spread for your Alpha.”

Each thrust was deep and deliberate, his thick length stretching you to your limits, replacing the plug you’d worn all day with something far more alive and demanding. Your black thigh-high stockings bunched slightly with every movement, the leather collar chafing your throat each time you gasped.

“Please… Alpha…” you whimpered between sobs, the word slipping out in desperation, knowing exactly what it did to him.

His rhythm faltered for a fraction of a second before he growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating through you.

“That’s right,” he rasped, voice suddenly rougher, darker. “Say it again. Call me your Alpha.”

The "title" always ignited something feral in him—his grip tightened, thrusts turning sharper, more possessive, as if the word alone flooded his veins with raw libido.

“A..Alpha!” you cried out as he yanked hard on the leash wrapped around his fist, forcing your back to arch painfully.

“Good boy,(Y/N)” he praised coldly, though his hips snapped forward with renewed hunger. “Only my Omega gets to call me that. Only you, my pathetic little breeding toy.”

Flashbacks flickered unbidden through your mind, cruel echoes of what you’d once believed your life would be. You remembered hiding in the shadows of the Akademiya library one evening, eavesdropping on a conversation between Alhaitham and Cyno, another alpha, one of the few people Alhaitham tolerated enough to call a friend.

Cyno’s sharp eyes had lingered on you earlier that day when you’d brought Alhaitham his forgotten notes. Later, as they spoke in low voices, Cyno smirked and said,

“That ass of his looks like paradise. And that chest of his. Looks like a perfect pillow to rest your head. You’re a quite lucky man.”

Alhaitham hadn’t flinched, hadn’t defended your honor or shown jealousy. He’d only given a faint, knowing smile, as if your body was already nothing more than property to be admired.

You’d felt a twisted thrill back then, stupidly thinking it was pride. How naive you’d been—how utterly, pathetically stupid.

Another memory, Kaveh, ever the dramatic architect and Alhaitham’s reluctant roommate, clapping him on the shoulder after you’d moved in together. “You don’t deserve him, dude” Kaveh had teased, though there was genuine warmth in his eyes as he looked at you.

“But damn, he’s good for you. Look how soft you get around him already. He’ll keep you motivated, that’s for sure.” Alhaitham had rolled his eyes, but later that night he’d whispered your name—(Y/N)—like a promise against your skin while marking you for the first time.

Now, none of that warmth remained. All those dreams of a child, of a loving future, felt like mockery—empty promises swallowed by years of slow erosion until you were reduced to this: a collar round your neck, a plugged hole for his convenience. How stupid you’d been to believe in forever.

How stupid to think loyalty would be rewarded with anything but chains.

Suddenly, he pulled out just enough to flip you onto your back with effortless strength. Your trembling legs were hoisted over his broad shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he slammed back inside with a brutal thrust that tore a scream from your throat.

From this angle, it was overwhelming. You could see the subtle bulge of his cock pressing against your lower abdomen with every punishing drive.

“Just look at that” he said clinically, one hand pressing down firmly on the faint outline forming beneath your skin. “Taking your Alpha so perfectly. Made for me. Nothing but a greedy, worthless hole.”

His gray eyes bored into yours, devoid of the tenderness they once held. “(Y/N)” he snarled suddenly, the use of your actual name laced with fury because you’d dared to squeeze your eyes shut against the tears.

“Eyes on me when I fuck you. I want you to remember who owns you, you disgusting little whore.”

“I’m sorry… Alpha, please…” you sobbed, nails scraping desperately down his arms as he pounded harder, the wet sounds of your bodies joining filling the room.

His thrusts grew erratic, breaths coming in harsh pants as his knot began to swell dangerously.

“F-Fuck… F-Fuck…” he groaned through clenched teeth, head tipping back for a moment as pleasure overtook his control.

Terror and old instinct surged through you, the one last fragment of dignity that remembered your dreams of children born from love, not by force. “Alpha...no, please.” you begged in a broken whisper, voice cracking.

“Don’t… don’t cum inside… not like this…” His eyes snapped back to you, darkening with rage. In an instant, both his hands wrapped around your throat, fingers pressing just hard enough to make your vision spot while still letting ragged breaths through.

“J-Just… shut that nasty mouth of yours, s-stupid slut!” he hissed between gasps, hips slamming forward one final time as his knot locked fully inside you.

Hot pulses flooded you deep, claiming you again against your will, while his grip on your neck tightened in warning.

You choked on a sob, stars bursting behind your eyelids, body betraying you by clenching greedily around him even as your heart shattered further.

How stupid, how utterly idiotic you were, still responding to him, still craving the ruin he gave.

The knot held you both in place for long minutes, his seed spilling endlessly until you felt bloated, used. Only when the swell began to soften did he shift, lowering your legs gently for the first time that night. He turned you slightly onto your side, still half-connected, and ran an appreciative hand over your bruised, leaking ass—fingers tracing the mess he’d made, slick and cum dripping down your thighs, staining the sheets and your stockings.

“What a beautiful work I have done” he murmured almost to himself, voice laced with quiet satisfaction as he admired the disaster between your legs.

“Look at this ruined little hole. All red and gaping, dripping with my alpha seed. Pure perfection.”

Tears welled again at the casual praise, but before you could pull away, his lips found yours—unexpectedly soft, almost tender. He kissed you slowly, deeply, tongue coaxing rather than demanding.

And like the broken, foolish thing you were, you kissed him back. Your hands rose to tangle weakly in his hair, lips parting for him, tasting salt and blood and him. How stupid you were to still melt for this—to still love the monster who used you.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded.

“I hope that greedy womb of yours finally produces something,” he whispered against your mouth, voice low and dangerous. “If not… I’ll be forced to fill it again every single night.”

Then, with a final possessive nip to your lower lip, he settled beside you, pulling you into his chest like a favored toy.

[honeywinner06]

Deal with the Devil

A! Oikawa Tooru x O! Male Reader

🎃Kinktober: Week 2🎃

You had been struggling with money for months. Debts from failed shipments of rare saffron and nightshade piling up like autumn leaves.

To keep your modest botanist stall afloat in the bustling agora, you had borrowed a heavy purse full of drachma from Oikawa Tooru, the celebrated Olympic victor whose arrogance matched his golden laurel crowns.

"You have to pay me on time, pleb, or I’ll take it in other ways, like selling it to someone else”

"Yes, champion. I will try my best to repay it."

"Don't try. Do it, omega" You only remembered, with those words, how he had smirked while both of you were sealing the loan.

Months later...

Twilight bled across the marble columns of Oikawa’s private villa. (Y/N) arrived at the grand doors with a trembling smile, clutching an half-empty coin pouch.

"Who's in there?" Said Oikawa with pompous tone

"Sorry, My lord. But this Omega is looking for You. Says it has an appointment with you"

“I-It's me, champion! Mr.(Y/N)"

"Oh...there you are, (Y/N). Please gentlemen. Let him through. I was expecting your visit much earlier"

"I know that. I’m here to discuss…my repayment towards you, my lord.”

You tried to stay still and upright to maintain some composure and self-confidence, but with Tooru's gaze fixed on you, you crumbled.

"I-I haven't been able to complete the payment, sir, but I promise to pay you. W-With the i-interest paid up to date and in full!"

"I knew you wouldn't be able to pay that debt to me. You even knew the trouble you were getting yourself into." He smirked, almost sinisterly.

"Gentlemen." And with one, two clicks of his fingers, the men guarding him surrounded the poor omega.

"B-But I promised to pay...!"

"Of course I did! And you will, gentlemen. How about you help our guest to a more comfortable area for the poor fellow?"

That's how his men led you, almost against your will, but you followed them since you didn't know the consequences if you disobeyed orders.

The alpha simply approached a small table. From a small compartment, he took out a nearly empty flask containing a liquid similar to water. He took two glasses and poured a few drops into each.

To cover his tracks, he poured wine and placed the ceramic glasses on a piece of wood that served as a tray.

(Y/N) POV

You didn't know what was happening. You were now in an area with a few gardens, covered, of course, but with horseshoe-shaped columns and lit by torches. The alpha approached you with the tray and offered you a drink.

"You know?" he said, taking a small sip from his glass. "It's surprising that even though you didn't pay me, it's honorable that you even deigned to come. Many of those I've invested my humble fortune in, mostly alphas, run away from me. You, being an omega, with... 29 years old?"

"2-27 years old"

"27 years old, and capable of earning money, on honest way, to take care of his little son..."

"N-Nephew. He was my older sister's son."

"Nephew, huh? I was thinking how that waistline wasn't ruined at all after a pregnancy?"

"C-Could you tell me what you plan to do to me?" you said, taking a sip of your drink in discomfort

"I think you have an idea, but... it's not easy to say yes to, almost, prostituting yourself..."

With that, he finished his drink and dropped the glass, shattering it as he approached like a predator stalking its prey.

"So I decided on the simplest option."

He glanced at your glass, and as you looked, you realized what he had done.

"W-What did you...?!" you exclaimed, before dropping your glass as well, feeling both weaker and more relaxed.

"A liquid from my favorite goddess, Aphrodite. Also, just to make you feel a little better, I poured some into my glass too. I recommend you relax and enjoy it."

With that, he began to sniff and lick your neck while aggressively touching your ass as if it were a stress ball.

Your reaction? None.

You just started to gasp and moan softly, without any shame that his men would hear (and they clearly would after your playful teasing) while your vision blurred as if a pink mist were forming in your eyes from the ecstasy of the situation.

[honeywinner06]

Steamy Encounter

A! Neuvilette x O! Male Reader

🎃 Kinktober: Week 1 🎃

(Y/N) arrived early in the morning for a quiet day away from the city and The crowd.

He liked the place because of the water's warmth and the calm environment it provided, keeping himself, with a polite distance, from other visitors.

The steamy pools glistened under soft lights, mist curling around smooth stone edges.

(Y/N) sank his body into the hot spring, naked as was custom here, his towel draped nearby. The water lapped at his chest, soothing his nerves.

Hours passed in solitude until the door creaked open. A tall Alpha with silver hair and piercing eyes, stepped in, assuming the private spring was empty for his booking.

He unwrapped his towel without a glance around, letting it drop and (Y/N)'s eyes widened from his spot in the pool. Heat flooded his face as he stared at the Alpha's nudity, his own body reacting instantly.

He submerged to his neck and scrambled to cover himself with his arms, splashing water.

"Hey! W-what are you doing? This... this area is private. G-Get out of here, you pervert!"

Neuvillette turned, unfazed, his gaze locking on the flustered Omega. A smirk tugged his lips as he noted the scent of arousal cutting through the steam.

"Geez, calm down. For your information, I booked it for myself.

"No! I booked it for myself way before You!"

He stepped closer, water rippling as he entered the pool, with no shame at all, just confidence.

You only tried to cover yourself to avoid any incident between the two of you.

"No need to hide your body, deary. We're both men and pride of our bodies"

"You may think that, but I think my nudity is sacred, so get out of my spring, immediately!"

You simply turned your back to him, trying to hide your flushed face from that alpha. Your eyes snapped open as you felt two hands firmly grip your hips, and when you looked down, you saw his cock between your thighs.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! I'm telling you to let me go right n.... mmmhm!"

"Can you shut up for a fucking minute and enjoy the moment?"

He pressed his chest against the back of your head, and with his arms, he held you against him while trying to silence you.

"D-Dear god... you feel so fucking warm"

So, he started moving faster and faster between your thighs, staining you with precum and filling your body with his scent. A light mint and cinnamon aroma.

"See? What was so hard about keeping quiet like a good omega, slut?"

You just watched him, annoyed, as he pleasured himself with your thighs, while you felt his girthy cock rub against your tiny balls. It was a quite guilty feeling you had because of how pleasurable it felt.

"I'm gonna...c-cum,o-omega" he said breathlessly before shooting his seed like a geyser toward a rock on the opposite side from you. You had come a little before him, moved by the rhythmic thrust of his pelvis.

Once he came, he let go of you and sat on the edge, with you still standing, his semen staining your thighs.

Panting heavily, Neuvillette finally released his grip, stepping back with a satisfied grin.

“Fuck… that was perfect, little omega” he murmured, voice low and rough, eyes raking over (Y/N)’s trembling form.

(Y/N), face burning with a mix of anger and lingering heat, scrambled out of the pool, snatching his towel from the edge.

“You...I-idiot!” he snapped, voice cracking as he wrapped the towel hastily around his waist.Neuvillette chuckled, leaning against the pool’s edge, water dripping from his silver hair.

“Idiot? You came even harder than I did, sweetheart. Don’t lie to yourself.”

“Shut up!” (Y/N) hissed, but the Alpha’s thick, warm seed clung stubbornly to the backs of his thighs, trickling close to his ass leaving ticky trails marking his skin despite the water’s attempt to wash them away.

You only stormed towards the changing area to clean up the stain that the alpha left after their steamy encounter, with only a towel around your waist, so anyone could see the mess.

[honeywinner06]

Kinktober Poll

Hey everybody!

Well, as everyone knows... I've been pretty inactive on Tumblr lately, (and after reading @serotoninandespresso stories lol) I see that the Kinktober event is here in Tumblr, lol.

Even though I'm a little itty-bitty behind on posting some stories, I wanted to ask, to all of you, if you'd like me to post at least something for Kinktober so it doesn't go unnoticed here :b

Do YOU want to read Kinktober stories?

Yeah!

Nope

Voting ended onOct 18, 2025

[xxtc-96xx]

they're always gonna be those kind of dads, did you expect anything otherwise

[honeywinner06]

Do you have a masterlist?

Haven't thought of doing one lol

But maybe, I will do it in a near future. (Or maybe publish it this week lol)

[honeywinner06]

Hiii, I just read your " What remains after the fire " and honestly I feel crazy ( in a great way of course ) and, can I see the sequel? 🥺🥺

Hey, yes. I'm in the works of a story draft that was supposed to be published after The first part but haven't enough time lol

[honeywinner06]

Need the part two of the Aether MR! story like yesterday

Hey. Truly sorry I didn't Saw your story request. Being quite busy but I'm looking foward to make a sequel to the Aether story.

Thanks for your patience 😅 😁👋🏻

[honeywinner06]

What remains after the fire...

A! Michael Kaiser x O! Isagi Yoichix O! Male Reader

The hotel room was a mess of half-packed suitcases, folded uniforms, and the tension that had become routine between them. Kaiser threw his sports shirt onto the bed with a sharp gesture.

"I hope everything goes well at the tournament. Besides, I heard the hotel is quite beautiful!"

"Yes, (Y/N). I heard that too. Would you please, at least try to be quiet and get your clothes ready?"

With that, the omega fell silent and just rolled his eyes.

Then, not even 2 minutes had passed, when he started to complain, once more

“Going slow, (Y/N). Again?” he scoffed, slamming his bag shut.

The omega barely lifted his gaze, folding his shorts neatly before stuffing them in his backpack.

“I'm not going that slow…”

"You are going slow, Indeed"

"It's not that serious, Mikey"

Kaiser ignored him. He only wanted to start trouble if anything happened. Spitting hurtful things like it was a mix of annoyance and authority that burned like corrosive and powerful acid. Their arguments had become a rhythm, a tug-of-war that left (Y/N) feeling like he was never enough.

The team was traveling to the Championship and they were preparing for the journey along the whole team

But in his plans, (Y/N) didn't include being patient and acting submissive to the alpha's bad attitude.

9 Days later...

Despite it all, the team won that night’s tournament match. The rush of victory filled the locker room with laughter, jokes, and shouting, sweat still clinging to their shirts. (Y/N), still in his uniform —a tight tank top, headband, and short club shorts— barely smiled, weighed down by discomfort rather than euphoria.

In the middle of the celebration, Kaiser came up behind him. His hand dropped possessively, squeezing the omega’s ass like it was a trophy.

“You know? You look sooo...good in these shorts” he whispered into his ear.

"I'm quite fortunate of having the bakery for myself"

The gesture —so public, so rough— ignited the fuse. (Y/N) slapped his hand away and stormed out, his chest burning with anger and shame.

Isagi saw him leave. For him, this was the chance he had been waiting far too long for. He followed him, finding him alone in his room

“(Y/N), everything okay?” Isagi knocked and asked, brushing his arm.

“Leave me alone, Yoichi.”

"(Y/N), it's okay. I saw everything, and I know you weren't comfortable with him," Yoichi said with gentle tone, perfectly concealing his true intentions.

"What do you know about relation problems, Yoichi? You've been rejected by countless alphas back home"

That was the final straw.

He pressed him rudely against the wall, eyes shining with anger and bottled-up desire. Lustly desire

"D-Dude, what t-the..."

“You don’t deserve to be treated like that. You deserve to be wanted.”

The first kiss was messy, desperate. Isagi devoured his lips, his tongue pushing hungrily against his, no hesitation. His hand slipped boldly down into those shorts, gripping his bulge and forcing a sharp gasp out of (Y/N). The touch was intimate, forbidden, and it made his knees buckle.

When they broke apart, a string of saliva still connected their tongues. And then, Kaiser’s cold voice cut the air.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

The alpha had come back for his charger. What he found was two teammates, one breathless, the other with his hand still in the other’s shorts.

The tension snapped. Pride, jealousy, rage —all tangled with raw desire. Without another word, Kaiser pushed them intro the bed, slammed the door, and the air burned with animal urgency.

Clothes hit the floor one after the other. Kaiser seized control, pinning (Y/N) to the bed first. He kissed him hard, tore his tank top off, bit at his neck as if claiming him. The omega didn’t know whether to fight or surrender, but his body betrayed him, arching into every touch, every bite.

Isagi wasn’t still. He crawled up the bed behind Kaiser, kissing down his back, tracing his muscles with feverish lips. His hunger was obvious, his fury buried deep but alive in every move.

Soon, Kaiser was naked, upright, towering over both omegas like the inevitable.

(Y/N) was the first to take him, straddling him with shaky thighs, sinking down until he was filled to the hilt. His moans spilled out helplessly, the alpha’s hands gripping his hips, marking his skin with bruising force.

POV (Y/N)

The rhythm shattered me. I felt him so deep I could barely think. Kaiser’s hands bruised my sides, dragging me down, making me his, and though anger burned in me, I couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t stop riding him like my life depended on it.

I was pretty close, I fucking knew it. The heat coiled in my stomach, Kaiser growled and moan like a porn star beneath me, and then..

A shove.

Isagi pushed me off, fierce and unyielding. Before I could react, he was already lowering himself onto Kaiser, opening up and taking him in whole.

“Yoichi!” I shouted, my voice cracking with fury and disbelief.

He moaned like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment, and in seconds, Kaiser moaned loudly and spilled his cum inside of him, filling him like a turkey. I could only watch, panting, trembling, with the bitter taste of being replaced burning through me.

The silence after was worse than the noise. Kaiser lay sprawled, hair plastered with sweat, breathing heavy. (Y/N) gathered his clothes without looking at either of them, chest hollow.

Isagi, on the other hand, curled his hands over his belly, hiding behind an act of shock the dark satisfaction of having gotten what he wanted. Being filled to the brim by MY boyfriend.

MY ALPHA!

A few weeks later...

POV (Isagi)

The hotel room was different, but the loneliness was the same. I sat on the toilet, elbows on my knees, the test in my hands. Two pink lines. Clear. Undeniable.

The air left my lungs. My stomach flipped and I bent forward, burying my face in my hands.

“Fuck…” I whispered, voice breaking.

My heart pounded like it wanted to tear out of my chest. Kaiser’s seed was inside me, growing, changing everything. No one knew. No one could know.

I shook all over. I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, to run or to stay there forever. All I could do was lower my head, clench the test between my sweaty fingers, and sit in total silence.

[honeywinner06]

"Affair of the Heart or How I Learned to Stop Loving Dynamight"

A! Bakugo Katsuki x O! Male Reader

"In other news, the surprising announcement of heroes ‘Dynamight’ and ‘Deku’ that they have formalized a relationship and are already beginning their wedding preparations has taken public by storm.

This marks the first time two top-ranking heroes have publicly announced their engagement, offering a rare glimpse into their private lives and surely sparking conversation across the cou—"

Click.

The screen went dark.

The silence wasn’t peaceful...at all.

It howled in your chest.

You stared blankly at the black TV, the echo of your own breath deafening.

Fingers clenched around the remote. Shoulders frozen.

He did it.

He really did it.

That Son of a bitch of Bakugo was marrying someone else.

Midoriya Izuku...

A quite endearing and exceptional Omega and the whole world was cheering for them.

The whole world, unaware that you were still wearing the T-shirt he used to sleep in. Still sitting in the apartment where he used to fuck you into the mattress and promise you that no one else would ever have him like you did.

Still trying to process that you’d been replaced. Quietly, cleanly, like an inconvenient truth. And Deku? You knew him a little, but not in person, and he didn’t even know you had a relationship with Bakugo

Some days later...

Your body ached from the battle, and your blood felt like lightning under your skin. Your suit was partially damaged and dusty

You’d been the first to respond.

The only one who noticed the energy readings spiking in the city’s lower district.

You didn’t wait for backup.

You never did.

The villain had used a detonation-based quirk—high energy, high impact, unstable.

The kind of thing your body was born to absorb.

The first blast hit your chest. You redirected it into the pavement, cracking it like glass.

The second was aimed at someone else.

To him...

Midoriya stood frozen, unaware.

Too caught up in the battle. Too good. Too trusting.

You didn’t hesitate.

You dove between the blast and his body, absorbing it whole—your skin lighting up as energy surged through every cell.

Then you discharged it. A white, hot and blinding attack that flattened the villain in a single burst of raw force.

Now the dust settled.

And you stood, bruised and panting, bones aching and heart heavier than it had ever been.Then came a gentle voice behind you.

“Aether...” Midoriya’s voice was soft. Hesitant. “I... You saved me. I didn’t even see it coming—if you hadn’t…”

You raised a hand slightly. Quite gentle, not dismissive.

“You don’t need to say it, Deku” you replied, voice steadier than it felt. “It’s part of the job.”

He looked down, a flicker of guilt in his expression.

“Still... I want to thank you. I mean it.”

You gave him a tight, polite smile.

He didn’t deserve your anger.

He didn’t lie.

He didn’t steal what you had—he just inherited the space someone else left empty.

“You’re welcome, Midoriya,” you said with quiet formality.

And he stepped back.

But of course, Bakugo stepped forward. Yo check if HIS omega was fine after The battle but saw him with Aether

“Tch. Guess I should say thanks too, huh?” he muttered, cocky voice failing to mask the way his eyes searched your face. “Didn’t think you still had it in you.”

"Tsk" You turned and walked to somewhere else

After this, Bakugo followed him and touch his arm, stopping you in the process.

You turned and looked at His eyes, letting the silence burned between The two of you

Then you smiled—sharp and joyless.

“Please,” you said dryly. “Don’t get sentimental now. Wouldn’t want your fiancée to get the wrong idea.”

His mouth twitched, but he didn’t speak. You stepped in just enough for him to feel the hum of unstable energy still thrumming beneath your skin.

“I wasn’t trying to impress you,” you continued. “Just doing the job you used to give a damn about.”

And then, softer and in a lower tone, with that edge of venom he taught you how to wield:

“Next time, if you hurt him. If you wanna play hero with people’s hearts, maybe keep track of which ones you’ve already broken.”

You turned your back on him. Again.

Some hours later...

But this time, you didn’t look back.

The door to your apartment slammed behind you with a dull, final sound.

You didn’t bother turning on the lights.

You knew every inch of this place.

Every shadow.

You stripped off the last part of your suit and padded barefoot into the bathroom, down to your underwear. The mirror greeted you with the full inventory of damage.

Bruises, scrapes, and one particularly nasty cut on your hip.

You hissed softly as alcohol met the wound. Your fingers trembled but not because of the pain.

It was the silence again.

The memory it brought you

You looked down at the injury. Right there.

Right where he used to hold you. Where he used to fuck into you so deep your voice broke.

You remembered it with terrifying clarity:

"T-Take it—! Fucking take it all, you little bastard!"

His voice in your ear, teeth on your shoulder, hand gripping that same hip.

The way he used to lose himself in you.

The way he used to say your name like it mattered.

The way you thought it did.

Your stomach twisted. You dropped the gauze.

Your palm lit up with stored energy, unstable and furious. The mirror flickered. The lightbulb popped.

You didn’t care.

There had been a time you would’ve exploded, ripped the room apart and let it take you with it.

But not now.

Now you did what you always did.

You closed your fist.

You swallowed the charge.

You forced the glow to dim.

Because Aether doesn’t lose control.

Aether only absorbs, redirects, and contains.

Even if it’s killing him inside.

You wrapped the wound as best you could. Threw on a loose shirt.

Collapsed into bed.

The sheets still smelled like him.

Like sweat. Like sex. Like a lost memory.

And you let yourself lay there, eyes open, heartbeat slowing, staring at the ceiling that never had all the answers.

You didn’t cry or scream. You just existed. A container for pain.

A body full of unspent energy and promises that went nowhere. And in the quiet, just before sleep dragged you under, a single thought echoed like a curse in your chest:

“I gave him everything. My total devotion. And he still left me...”

Well, here's a little experiment of a fully Angst story. I hope you'll like it. If I see support, i'll try to do more fully Angst stories :b