(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 usualâfresh 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 chestâand 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.
âAlright, thatâs enough,â the doctor snapped gently at the onlookers, ushering them away. âBack to work. This isnât a spectacle.â
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.
âYou okay?â he asked immediately, stepping closer.
âI am, dearâ you replied, then hesitated. âI⊠who were they?â
âMidoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsukiâ he said calmly. âThey came in for a medical recommendation.â
âFor what?â
He met your eyes, serious now. âYou didn't know, love? They announced Midoriyaâs pregnant. Very earlyâonly a few weeks, maybe a month. They came here to know if he should still be fighting or retire in temporary way.â
"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 didnât 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)
you should definitely make a part two of alpha kaiser and omega isagi + omega m reader đââïž
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 itâonly 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.
âWhat the hellâ?!â
You didnât stop there. âYou fucking piece of shit!â
You lunged again, rage burning through every muscle, every nerve. Your scent flooded the airâbitter, acidic, nothing like desire. It was pure fury.
Hands grabbed you from behind, trying to stop you.
âHold himâ!
âGet him back!â
Kunigami, Gagamaru, even Bachira moved in, arms locking around your shoulders and torso as you thrashed violently, trying to break free.
âLet me go!â You screamed while your voice was breaking. âLet me go, I swear Iâll...kill him!â
Kaiser didnât 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 venomâevery 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 didnât stop at all
And thenâ 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)âs 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 didnât 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, tenseâand, 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".
âThe fuck are you standing there for?!â he barked at Kaiser. âGo fix this! You caused all of this!â
Kaiser didnât answer. He already knew.
He wouldnât fix anything.
At (Y/N) bedroom...
The door to (Y/N)âs room barely had time to close before Kaiser pushed inside.
âGet out.â
(Y/N) âs voice was shaking and muffled with a pillow against his face.
âCalm down nowâ Kaiser said, stepping closer, hands instinctively going to his hips, grounding him âYouâre just exaggerating all of th...â
The pillow hit him square in the face.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
And again.
âDonât you dare to touch me, son of a Bitch!â
(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)âs 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.
âStop it! You enjoyed it too!â Kaiser snapped, breath heavy. âDonât even try to lie to me!"
(Y/N) didnât respond.
Didnât open his mouth or even blink. The alpha just laughed
âSee? No answer at all, you hypocrite omega?â
He exhaled slowly, tone shifting. Controlled.
âLook. Letâs just call it what it is. An incident. A forgettable and stupid oneâ he said. âIsagi can leave the team and can deal with the baby on his own. It would be the only thing he would be focusâ
Those words made (Y/N)âs chest tighten.
Unfair.
Cruel.
Even now for him, who hated Isagi with every inch of his soul, it felt just.... wrong.
âI donât care whatever...â Kaiser was interrupted by the omega, who was looking to the floor, hiding his face from him
âFrom now on, Michael Kaiser, you donât step into my room without my explicit permission. Do you understand...bastard?â
A single and silent pause formed between them to be cut out by Kaiser laughing, full of ingenuity
âAre you kicking me out?â
âYes. Youâre not my boyfriend anymore. Now, leave.â
Kaiser didnât 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 followedâknees 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.
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 Alhaithamâs overpowering alpha musk that wrapped around you like a suffocating fog. It had started like thisâyou 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.
âLook at you, Omegaâ he murmured in that cold, calculated voice, as if he were assessing a specimen under his scrutiny. âAlways so eager to take me, so perfectly willing to spread for your Alpha.â
Each thrust was deep and deliberate, his thick length stretching you to your limits, replacing the plug youâd 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.
âPlease⊠AlphaâŠâ 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.
âThatâs right,â he rasped, voice suddenly rougher, darker. âSay it again. Call me your Alpha.â
The "title" always ignited something feral in himâhis grip tightened, thrusts turning sharper, more possessive, as if the word alone flooded his veins with raw libido.
âA..Alpha!â you cried out as he yanked hard on the leash wrapped around his fist, forcing your back to arch painfully.
âGood boy,(Y/N)â he praised coldly, though his hips snapped forward with renewed hunger. âOnly my Omega gets to call me that. Only you, my pathetic little breeding toy.â
Flashbacks flickered unbidden through your mind, cruel echoes of what youâd 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.
Cynoâs sharp eyes had lingered on you earlier that day when youâd brought Alhaitham his forgotten notes. Later, as they spoke in low voices, Cyno smirked and said,
âThat ass of his looks like paradise. And that chest of his. Looks like a perfect pillow to rest your head. Youâre a quite lucky man.â
Alhaitham hadnât flinched, hadnât defended your honor or shown jealousy. Heâd only given a faint, knowing smile, as if your body was already nothing more than property to be admired.
Youâd felt a twisted thrill back then, stupidly thinking it was pride. How naive youâd beenâhow utterly, pathetically stupid.
Another memory, Kaveh, ever the dramatic architect and Alhaithamâs reluctant roommate, clapping him on the shoulder after youâd moved in together. âYou donât deserve him, dudeâ Kaveh had teased, though there was genuine warmth in his eyes as he looked at you.
âBut damn, heâs good for you. Look how soft you get around him already. Heâll keep you motivated, thatâs for sure.â Alhaitham had rolled his eyes, but later that night heâd whispered your nameâ(Y/N)âlike 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 mockeryâempty 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 youâd 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.
âJust look at thatâ he said clinically, one hand pressing down firmly on the faint outline forming beneath your skin. âTaking your Alpha so perfectly. Made for me. Nothing but a greedy, worthless hole.â
His gray eyes bored into yours, devoid of the tenderness they once held. â(Y/N)â he snarled suddenly, the use of your actual name laced with fury because youâd dared to squeeze your eyes shut against the tears.
âEyes on me when I fuck you. I want you to remember who owns you, you disgusting little whore.â
âIâm sorry⊠Alpha, pleaseâŠâ 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.
âF-Fuck⊠F-FuckâŠâ 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. âAlpha...no, please.â you begged in a broken whisper, voice cracking.
âDonât⊠donât cum inside⊠not like thisâŠâ 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.
âJ-Just⊠shut that nasty mouth of yours, s-stupid slut!â 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 assâfingers tracing the mess heâd made, slick and cum dripping down your thighs, staining the sheets and your stockings.
âWhat a beautiful work I have doneâ he murmured almost to himself, voice laced with quiet satisfaction as he admired the disaster between your legs.
âLook at this ruined little hole. All red and gaping, dripping with my alpha seed. Pure perfection.â
Tears welled again at the casual praise, but before you could pull away, his lips found yoursâunexpectedly 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 thisâto still love the monster who used you.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded.
âI hope that greedy womb of yours finally produces something,â he whispered against your mouth, voice low and dangerous. âIf not⊠Iâll be forced to fill it again every single night.â
Then, with a final possessive nip to your lower lip, he settled beside you, pulling you into his chest like a favored toy.
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 Iâll take it in other ways, like selling it to someone elseâ
"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 Oikawaâs 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"
âI-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. Iâm here to discussâŠmy repayment towards you, my lord.â
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.
(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.
âFuck⊠that was perfect, little omegaâ he murmured, voice low and rough, eyes raking over (Y/N)âs 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.
âYou...I-idiot!â he snapped, voice cracking as he wrapped the towel hastily around his waist.Neuvillette chuckled, leaning against the poolâs edge, water dripping from his silver hair.
âIdiot? You came even harder than I did, sweetheart. Donât lie to yourself.â
âShut up!â (Y/N) hissed, but the Alphaâs thick, warm seed clung stubbornly to the backs of his thighs, trickling close to his ass leaving ticky trails marking his skin despite the waterâs 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.
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
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