hitoshi’s spread out on the desk, held in place by Aizawa’s capture weapon, completely naked and trembling from pleasure. aizawa’a between his thighs and eagerly working on his pink, flushed pussy with his mouth. three of the alpha’s fingers are ruthlessly pumping out of his hole.
he can barely breathe around the smothered moans and whimpers in his throat, can barely hear anything save for the sounds of his heart going wild against his rib cage and the lewd and filthy wet sounds his slick-soaked pussy made as Aizawa slurped up his slick like a dehydrated and starved man.
he’s been on a plateau of pleasure and edged for who knows how long, as aizawa savored him like he was a rare delicacy. their aroused pheromones hung heavy curtains in the air, and anyone passing by would have no misunderstandings as to what was happening behind the closed door.
not that anyone would’ve even cared. it’s hardly a secret hitoshi’s been writhing on aizawa’s cock. their scents have become so deeply entwined it’s the only possible explanation.
aizawa fucking shinsou through his thin, slick-soaked cotton panties because he forgot a condom and shinsou's not on birth control but he got a little bit too into it and tore through them with his dick and sprayed all his hot cum inside the moment he felt shinsou raw for the first time
he couldn't help but fuck him again after, and filling him up again and again as shinsou squirted around him, pussy clenching sporadically as he thrashes underneath aizawa
Teen mom Shinsou who gets that cute permanent flush because he's hot all the time (temperature and horny constantly)
Teen mom Shinsou who somehow makes everyone even thirstier for him in his skirt
Teen mom Shinsou who Aizawa thinks is the most radiant little whore in the world <3
Teen mom Shinsou who will threaten (and just will, period) to go get his new raring needs sated by the next closest schmuck (all of class A PRAYING to be next to Shinsou when that happens) if Aizawa won't give him any whenever he wants 😤😤
And teen mom Shinsou, who everyone expects to be a messy, horrible caregiver, is actually really good parent who loves to dress up their daughter, and makes Aizawa order her all the early-learning toys, and can't wait to start teaching her to read
And teen mom Shinsou who loves to make Aizawa hold her and see him dote all over her and takes so many pictures of his big scary man holding his wittle tiny baby🥹🥹
Shinzawaduster where Aizawa has trained Shinsou as in canon but flat out refuses to take him on in an internship, trying to ‚protect‘ him or something. Shinsou hasn‘t really listened over being petulant.
(Real reason being Aizawa has eyes and noticed the way Shinsou would look at him if not very obviously flaunting that tight little body of his around in the gym, hoping for a rise out of him. And he‘s not going to touch one of his students, no matter how pretty he is when he is actively hounding an older man down for cock.)
So yeah uh… we just pretend Knuckleduster is not a vigilante and can in fact take up interns. Shinsou choosing him of course. Because if he can‘t have his hot teacher he‘ll take the next best; which is also a teacher (lite) and with muscles that could snap him in half.
KD doesn‘t have the same silly hangups as Aizawa does.
Aizawa full on pausing and staring first class in the morning when Shinsou looks flushed and dewy and 🤌freshly fucked🤌 with a smarmy little smirk on his face.
⚠️Warnings and tags: domestic violence, A/B/O, alphaxalpha, erasermic
Evenings after school used to be chaotic rushes to bedtime for Hizashi. Shouta wouldn’t go home with him — had punks to hunt — and that worked out fine for the blond alpha roughly half of the time because while Hizashi loved Shouta, too much Shouta got on his nerves ritualistically.
It would start with a broody non-answer about his day, then a bare shrug when asked what he’d like for dinner, then maybe a moody huff or a frustrated stim under the table Hizashi knew the faint tremble off along Shouta’s arm while the blond was trying to power on and talk about upcoming events or whatever was on his radar.
So then Hizashi would just try to be quiet, and the noise in his head would slam into the wall of his mouth and build, build, build until he was practically dizzy and his toes felt staticky from clenching and unclenching his feet in his socks.
If Shouta was in a particularly bad mood, he might snap at Hizashi for stimming too energetically in his silence because the rustle of his clothes as he shook his leg or the tapping of his rings on each other or other surfaces or the scraping of his nail over the zipper of his jacket wasn’t silent; so Hizashi tried to preemptively curb that reaction by dampening himself.
At that point, they didn’t talk much outside of professional contexts, their apartment a war zone at Christmas. Sometimes, it all erupted because Shouta couldn’t handle it anymore than Hizashi could. They couldn’t handle each other’s gradually souring scents or the escalating spice of anger springing off itself and increasing threat velocity as it went. Alphas couldn’t mate off successfully. Hizashi would get so pissed when people fucking told him what to do–
Defeat crawled beneath his skin but he couldn’t swallow it — he couldn’t. Shades of three sets of sneakers on the rooftop burned and tore the seams of his mind. Broken promises cut like glass in his throat and rusted his mouth.
Sometimes, Hizashi threw his rusty daggers at the other alpha’s back and the ceasefire would evaporate in the blast radius. Shouta didn’t words when he was angry, the emotion tangling up all his logic and planning until the only thing that came out of him were brief threats to fuck off and animal warnings of the same color. Yet, it was always Hizashi who threw the first punch, and it was always Hizashi who ended up thrown like a sack of feathers to the floor or against the wall.
Truthfully, it was always Hizashi who started it anyway.
It was also him who would deflect them from breaking bones to biting lips, if Shouta was in a confrontational mood — sometimes he would just turn tail and leave.
Hizashi loved Shouta.
But he couldn’t fucking live with him.
But there was no one else he’d rather sit under the awning at UA and complain about the world with.
omega hitoshi believing he can handle an alpha’s rut cycle despite never sharing and finally managing to convince shouta he’s ready for it
ends up completely wrecked from pleasure and overstimulation just three days later, scent drunk on alpha rut pheromones and touch, barely having the energy to even leave the nest much less use his legs as he’s ravished for most of the day aside from the few hours shouta’s alpha brain demands he provide and pamper the omega,
his neck and chest and thighs and collarbone covered in stinging bites, the alpha venom making it so each mark is drenched in shouta’s scent and leaving a skin-deep mark, his pussy reddened and abused and leaking slick and cum, unable to do anything other than twitch and make weakened whines in the back of his throat as gentle, calloused hands grip his thighs and pry him open once more
shouta chuckles above him and nuzzles the side of his face, alpha pheromones and arousal drenching the air, and murmurs, mockingly, as he rubs his cock against glistening, twitching folds, “i thought you said you were ready for this, omega? we’ve still got a week left of my rut, puppy; i’m nowhere near finished.”
So I'm a bit of a student of.. whatever strikes my fancy in the moment, and my interest in the mythological origins of succubus creatures went pretty deep when writing my one ShinKami story (and people constantly being like "a succubus is just whatever takes dick during sex, that's what the word means" pissing me off because root words have only baseline impacts on how real, living, thinking, stupid, smart, educated, uneducated human beings use those words.
(I would love to babble on about the discourse surrounding the word "xerophytic," for instance, but that's a lot of pedantic, boring nerd shit just to support my own opinion on things that also don't matter outside of this text box.)
So I'm gonna talk about how succubi and incubi work in my fantasy fics!🙏 It'll come back around to shinzawa eventually, as all things do, fear not, but this is my ship, goddamn it, I can steer us into that iceberg if I want to-
Succubus society is matriarchal (not egalitarian), and just like how we can talk broadly of mankind to include literally everyone, it's the same for them but femininity is the default instead of masculinity. However, they are demons, and their sphere, while horny, is based on Domination (maybe I should talk about how demons and spheres of influence work- idkidkidk ask if you want-). The succubi dominate their cross-neolithic-pre-industrial magical society, and will play at surface-level submission if it will get them something they want -- like a meal.
These are powerful lion-dragon ladies after all.
When succubi are born, they are usually born with a shadow -- a twinsie, if you will. That shadow is the incubus, and what he does is basically whatever she tells him to do. They are psychically and spiritually connected, and hunt together. Because succubi are the dominant ones, they just overwrite the will of their incubus until they're more like wild animals or 'cavemen' (think, stunted development). Succubi don't dominate in sex the way incubi do because of their intelligence. Sex is a psychological game of domination for them, whereas its about physical domination for the unadvanced incubi.
The twinsies share sustenance, magic, everything between them but you can bet the succubi are taking more of a 90/10 split on it.
When it comes to hunting, while you might be approached by a single or maybe a couple of succubi alone, there's definitely an incubus nearby ready to help if needed, or he's off stalking prey in the vicinity too.
Sometimes, a succubus is born without a shadow. In their society, these shadowless succubi are considered more spiritually and magically inclined since they won't be sharing resources with a stupid animal all the time. The queen who consumes her shadow during development is going to be one mean, powerful bitch, and she'll be sent to their temples for priestess training. She'll be destined to rule her own city.
On the other side of things, sometimes a shadow comes out of their river of names alone.
These matronless incubi aren't viewed very highly. The succubi look at them like pariahs. He is one who consumed his matron and stole her essence, treacherous from birth.
Without the domineering coddling of a succubus, these rare incubi grow and come to act far differently than others. There is no succubus to help him hunt or to feed him when times are lean or rally her sisters to build a home for him to share. He is alone. He does not stunt like the other incubi, needing to rely on his wit and abilities to live in a world that rejects his existence without his twin
Here, we enter mortal realms.
Humans and elves are largely unconvinced incubi can even survive alone since when a succubus is destroyed, her shadow dies too. It is known that succubi can survive alone and continue on after their incubus is destroyed, but mortal societies have never seen a solo incubus before.
.... but maybe I should talk about all that another time 😈 this is getting super long after all 🤷
Today we're continuing my incubus head-dump, but this time it's even more boring✨💅
I left off mentioning the mortal races don't believe in the existence of lone incubi.
My magical lore tends to be fairly consistent (in terms of how the magic system operates), so let me rattle off about that a second: It's very Naruto -- an integral part of being a living thing in my Magic AUs. The soul is the mana battery; it's just the word they've opted to call the core of power in everyone. That's why you can encounter little critters with magical abilities, why alchemy functions (every living thing has magical properties), how a being can be pulled from world to world. And if you run out of mana, like fully drained-gone, you die. Hence, soul-consuming species -- what the mortal races call demons -- are terrifying both as a concept and in practice.
I basically thought "apex predator for humans" and ran with it, if that helps paint the picture.
Which led to me considering apex predators of apex predators, which we don't have IRL because there's only so far up the food chain you can go before every meal is literally poison from the build up of minerals and chemicals. If you're unaware what I mean, I won't bleed all over this installation with animal facts, but researching how something like vitamin A and mercury travels through the food chain will fill you in. The point being, an apex of apex of apex hunters will have to rely on energy from other sources than flesh.
Uh-huh, souls✨ or in other terms, the raw energy of life itself.
Circling back around to succubi, this doesn't imply they can't eat meat and plants. Omnivorism is inevitably going to be the make-or-break of intelligent species, where the ultimate source of energy is going to be less common than the lesser sources (this is where I might begin to ramble on and bore you about hunter-gatherer societies being primarily vegetarian or subsisting on rats and other small creatures as a meat source rather than big hulking mammoths, but all that is a bit beyond the scope of my stupid little gay demon lore post). I just wanted to plant that point before moving on~
So how do we summon a demon? Well, I mentioned the 'river of names' in the last post and noted demons aren't made through the exchange of genetic material. They accumulate as magical mass; you could think of it as spiritual clumps of binary code slowly building up over time like debris in the ocean until enough pieces come together to make something. These bodies of flowing mana-mass are, to the intelligent demon species', Rivers of Names. The binary coding I reference is their name. That name is a language so primordial it rings with the radiating tones of the universe's first breath. It is literally who they are, what they're made of, and holds influence over how they think, feel, act, etc. Their "nature," you might say.
So you can probably imagine just how important names are to demons.
I call them an etymonomic people. Literally- words govern them. And their -nomics are the threads of their literal beings. If you know a particular demon's nomic, their governing name, you can basically do anything to them. You could even rearrange their nomic, change them into something else, someone else. (Yes, I do also enjoy TES games.)
All kinds of races take part in this nomic manipulation. Transconfiguration is a fairly common concept. Children hiding from parents by turning themselves into one of their stuffed animals to escape chores- tales as old as time.
But so that's why you'll find demons being a little precious about people knowing, you know, who they are. So a lot demons will come up with pseudonyms or will be given a pseudonym by their kin to go by instead of their literal life-code.
Shall I talk about summoning magic...? 🤔mmmmm well, if anyone's read this far, I guess they won't mind a little more babbling-
Summoning works by yoinking a bitch from somewhere else -- not breaking any molds here. You don't need a nomic to summon something, either, you just need to know enough of that species' code to get a member of that species. So enter summoning signs: these are your mathematic formulas- your x equals b minus the square root of b minus c over two-times a (or something 🥴jesus it's been almost long enough to say decades--plural--since I've even thought about the quadratic formula) for yoinking a bitch. So you can trial and error your way to a successful summoning if you know a core formula for what you're trying to summon.
So you got your quadratic formula for yoinking- great, but you want a specific individual. You need both the formula and that individual's etymonomic identity. Like the call centers calling you about a loan you totally took out recently. The demons hate that.
Now, if you get a, say, succubus that you like, you can form a pact with them! Pacts are two-way consensual contacts that gives you the right to star-sixty-nine this lion-dragon person at will, but they will also have the ability to hang up on you/reject your summon if she's busy being a baddie elsewhere; assuming she's strong enough to fight your yoinking.
Alright, you've made it to the bell.
Before I release you for lunch, I just wanted to thank you for spending your precious time here on my stupid do-nothing lore! 😊😊🖤✨
I'll finally get on with the mortal races and how this comes back to shinzawa and how incubi work in the next session~🙂↕️I'm sure there is exactly one person invested in that at this point and its me.
warnings: dystopia, stalking, obsession, gaslighting, mentions of corporal punishment
post sports festival hitoshi notices some things just ain’t adding up.
items from his den and nest disappear and reappear and his scent is still there but it’s just,, off and there’s something else underneath he can’t pinpoint. he feels someone haunting his shadow whenever he leaves the den, anywhere, everywhere, at the konbini runs he takes at 3AM when all good little omegas should be asleep, at the park when he goes biking in his spare time, at his mailbox, it’s just everywhere but when he turns to look or decides to search the area, there’s nothing. no one suspicious. no scents that raise the hairs on the back of his neck. nada. zilch.
he goes to the internet and makes a post on r/dynamicdilemmas and makes the mistake of mentioning he is an omega on suppressors, masking as a beta student, and it’s like every alpha and beta comes out the woods, some scolding, some threatening to find his address and den-nap him, some sympathetic and giving genuine advice, but most responses boil down to the following: he’s overreacting, his inner omega is out of sorts due to the suppressors, his body knows his doing things unsafe and is compensating for that, he needs to tell his sensei or another trusted adult the truth
the following days finds hitoshi believing his mind is seeing things, that it’s the suppressors’ fault, that things are fine, and goes about his days as usual. he doesn’t think anyone he knows irl will ever find the post, he’s made it completely anonymous — well as best as he could, given there were some demographics and circumstances he had to disclose (the suppressor thing, being in foster care after many persistent redditors asking why he’s on suppressors, his age) — and given he’s failed the sports festival why on earth would anyone pay attention to him over a hero student ?
aizawa shouta, apparently.
hitoshi’s beloved dreams start to unfold once he’s eraserhead’s protege, but the sensations of being watched, of being hunted, grow by the day. things he doesn’t recall buying ends up in his room, in his nest. things he would buy for himself — cute trinkets and plushies, soft blankets and clothes
then the notes start.
scribbles in unfamiliar handwriting, on small pieces of paper or colored stick-it notes. reminders to eat and stay hydrated, to sleep on time and take naps, to stretch properly and unwind after training, to keep up with his studies. admonishing whenever he heads to the konbini in the middle of the night, or decides to stay up watching cat tigtogs, or skips a full meal in favor of smaller unhealthy snacks, and it’s a bit infuriating because who tf does this person think they are ? yet he squirms nevertheless, stomach flip flipping and a whimper threatening to escape at the sternness and subtle hints of alpha authority, of being seen as naughty
the notes are everywhere — under his pillow, on the bathroom mirror, in his mailbox, in his bag and locker at school, in the little basket he has on his bicycle.
his paranoia increases, moreso when his fosters deny doing or witnessing anything suspicious, those redditors, after asking for updates, continue insisting it’s all in his mind, especially when no one else seems to feel the same gaze pressing against his back. he starts stress-nesting and scenting. his glands are inflamed and sensitive to the touch. flecks of blood and dried scabs begin to form from stress scenting so much he rubs the area raw. his scent screams omega-in-distress, leaking from the scent patches and scent-neutralizing uniform as though it isn’t even there. he feels like crumbling, breaking in sensei’s arms, fighting against the waves of yearning to seek comfort and safety from an older alpha he trusts and feels safe with
but he resists
omegas can’t be pro heroes it’s a federal law, but hitoshi has come so far, he’s accomplished so much, he can’t quit now
there’s a reason suppressors are illegal, that anyone caught selling them to omegas gets the death sentence without exception. any omega caught with them either faces jail and rehabilitation or corporal punishment (re: thoroughly spanked and squirming over a disciplinarians’ knee) and placed in the custody of an alpha guardian (an alpha trained/specialized in omega trauma care).
even scent patches were on thin ice, and they weren’t supposed to be used for longer than 6-8 hours. hitoshi uses them so much he almost forgets what his scent smells like
he can’t let his secret be revealed. Sensei would be so disappointed, so angry, with hitoshi, for continuing to put his health and wellbeing, his life, at risk - and for what, a career he couldn’t even legally have?
(and he’s heard rumors of sensei as a disciplinarian, from the mouths of older students and even 1A who have run afoul of the alpha. he wants those demon hands nowhere near his bottom, thank you).
the mere thought of it, the consequences, the aftermath, makes his stomach twist and become stone.
he becomes sloppy, his diligence in masking as a beta slipping through his fingers like the sand in an hourglass. more and more omegan behaviors slip out — soft whines buttering the back of his throat, the chirps whenever sensei praises him in training, the way his spine goes lax and loose when sensei pins him or moves his limbs when going through a capture weapon move during training, the way his mind goes utterly blank and quiet when he hears a growl or smells a spiked scent of anger and struggles to not still and show his belly, displaying obedience to whatever angry alpha and-or beta it belongs to and that he’s being so, so good right now, so pliant and lovely please don’t be so angry at me—
and each slip damns him further just as each note or scented item drags him into an abyss he can’t escape until he comes down with a dangerously high fever, delirious and restless in his nest, and hears sensei through the haze:
“Enough is enough, Hitoshi. Waiting for you to come to me yourself was clearly a misstep. I thought it’d make things easier, by scenting your nest and items—but that’s on me, though, not you. Omegas just never seem to understand the consequences of their actions until it’s gone too far.”
Guys.... Hitoshi is an under ground operative. If this was marvel he'd be a shield agent. He knows how to dress!!! He knows how to honey trap!!!!! Stop making him a gross slouch. Please give me toshi stunting on the hoes pleaseeeee
present mic who has cold hands due to poor circulation and warms his hands by fingering shinsou's pussy right before class
present mic who doesn't wash his hands after he fingers shinsou and shoves those wet fingers in his mouth as his eyes roll back in his head at the taste and unbuckles his belt to stroke his cock
present mic who casually goes through his day with the scent of shinsou's pussy on his fingers and the lingering taste of his slick on his tongue
present mic who will grab shinsou after school and shove his face between his thighs and pocket his panties as he sends shinsou on his way to aizawa
omega hitoshi asking midnight for lessons in seduction and sensuality — better to be a honeytrap for his quirk responses, though he’ll keep his taunts in his little toolbox — and decides to practice on his classmates and random people, and, most importantly, shouta, an alpha
an alpha whose patience is a thin, thin, thin frayed rope just about to collapse every day he watches hitoshi flirt and bashfully smile, big doe eyes wide and enthralling, lavender and patchouli scent tantalizing as it seeps through the uniforms’ scent-neutralizing fabrics
it’s only the fact hitoshi has kept it to words and sweet smiles that shouta hasn’t gone on a complete feral rampage and claiming the little tease then and there in the hallway, for everyone to see, to know, just who this beautiful, frustrating omega belongs to
then midnight introduces the power of touch and scent
and when shouta witnesses some random worthless alpha crowding his omega, touching his omega, and his omega peering up at them through his eyelashes, face flushed and smile sweet, an echo of victory in those lavender eyes
shouta snaps
before hitoshi’s even aware of the demon he’s unleashed into the general public (and into his den), the omega is whimpering and writhing as shouta’s thick cock ruthlessly pumps into his wet, aching pussy, mating gland swollen and buzzing from shouta’s alpha-venom and pheromones
── .✦
sorry if this is rusty ahdjdjd this is my first time writing shinzawa outside of a private rp server ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
FIRST OF ALL, THIS IS SO GOOD!! MY EYES ARE BLESS, MY CROPS WATERED, OP I LOVE THIS!! 💖💖💖 🙌 OMEGA SHINSOU MY BELOVED!!
AND AIZAWA MAULING HIM IN PUBLIC!! IN FRONT OF EVERYONE—STAKING HIS CLAIM RIGHT THEN AND THERE, FUCK YESS!! PUBLIC SEX AND HE BITES HIM??? OHHHH ABSOLUTELY 💯 ALPHA VENOM OHH MY GOD
AND MIDNIGHT BEING THE ONE TO TEACH HIM THE ROPES OF SEDUCTION AND IMMEDIATELY USING THAT ON AIZAWA, I AM ON MY KNEES
AND YESS SHOUTA HONESTLY HAD NO CHOICE. EVERYONE KNOWS NOT TO GO AFTER AN ALPHA’S OMEGA AND IF THEY DO BRACE YOURSELF FOR CONSEQUENCES SO ITS NOT THAT SURPRISING
CUE NEDZU ALREADY HAVING THE CLEAN UP AND PR SWEEP READY cause it’s totally a coincident that alpha’s dead body showed up two weeks later shouta had nothing to do with it he was cuddling his omega in their nest officer
AND ALPHA VENOM IS A LIL MECHANIC I ALWAYS PUT IN MY OMEGAVERSE ; BASICALLY DEPENDENT ON THE GLAND IT CAN TRIGGER A MATE BOND, A PACK BOND, SUBMISSION AND/OR GROUNDING BXS IF YOURE FERAL. FOR THE BONDS ITS LIKE IT SEEPS INTO YOUR DNA AND ENTWINES YOU SOUL-DEEP TO THE ALPHA
FOR BETAS, THEIR SALIVA HAS HEALING PROPERTIES AND CAN INDUCE A CALMING SORT OF HIGH STATE. THEY CAN HEAL SMALL INJURIES BY LICKING THEM (A HILARIOUS IMAGE I KNOW), AND SCIENCE HAS MADE IT SO THEY CAN EXTRACT THE SPECIFIC CHEMICAL COMPOUNDS INVOLVED AND CREATE SUPER EFFECTIVE HEALING SALVES. SO THERES ALSO A SYNTHETIC DRUG BASED ON IT KNOWN AS SERENITY AND ITS UIGHLY ADDICTIFE
FOR OMEGAS, TOUCH AND SCENT ARE SOOTHING, CAN INDUCE A SENSE OF SAFETY COMFORT AND BELONGING AND VERY USEFUL IN KEEPING FERAL PACKMATES GROUNDED ENOUGH TO NOT TEAR DOWNTOWN TO SHREDS . CAN ALSO LULL SOMEONE TO SLEEP
A treat! A treat! It isn't even Halloween or my birthday! 😩
Everyone having something a lil special going on in their mouths is a nice addition for the lore book✨
In mine, they synthesize the core components of dynamic scents because everyone is to patch up in public but, of course, certain types of people can't handle being mistaken for someone below their station so faux-a/b/o pheromones that are just the barest idea of an alpha/beta/omega. Not enough to upset anyone but enough that your business partners won't mistake you for some beta secretary 💅 Obvi, alpha falsies are the most common but the others exist too, and trans folks use them more often than tiny macho men and, like, spies needing to go undercover (✿◡‿◡)
placing his slick sodden panties in the pocket of aizawa's hero costume just to see him press it to his nose and shove it in his mouth
rubbing his pussy only on the forming knot of aizawa's cock just to see him beg to put it in already, "baby, I know you want my knot, just lemme put in in and make you feel good—please!"
shinsou baring his neck to aizawa during training sessions just to see him breakdown in agony as he holds himself back
before they even get together, every heat shinsou had he would sent videos of him riding his heat aids and whining aizawa's name as he squirts
during lunch at school, shinsou will enter the teacher's lounge soaked and needy, scent like sin and make the faculty panic as aizawa ushers him into an empty classroom to take care of him
shinsou who will purposely slick whenever aizawa talks to see his breath hitch and voice stutter before he continues trying to ignore the growing scent of arousal
fucking in the backseat of aizawa's car because shinsou wouldn't stop squirming and pressing his thighs together as aizawa was driving
omega shinsou taking advantage of his status to act horny and scheme his way into getting his favorite hero's mating bite
"accidentally" calling aizawa alpha whenever he gets mad and biting his lip as he flushes and aizawa's stood stock-still, blue-screening and anger fading fast
Omega Shinsou willing to be the evil people told him he was because of his quirk just so he can achieve a better life with a higher standard of living☝️
Attaching unhealthily to Aizawa because he's everything. The picture of an ideal alpha, all big and strong and stoic with only minor anger issues; hairy and tall and dark and handsome; unapproachable and unattainable. But Shinsou knows what's beneath all that constipated alpha walling-off bullshit -- anxiety, fatigue, desperately wishing he didn't have to be the one in charge, too exhausted to even take care of himself properly because he has to give that energy to everyone else.
And Shinsou thinks that's perfect 😍 Aizawa just needs someone else to take command! Shove him back in his place behind them and protect him like a feral animal. Push him back, pin him down, don't worry about what to do with his big worthless alpha dick- Shinsou knows how best to use this 🙂↕️just be quiet, Omega knows best what Omega likes, and isn't that what Alpha wants?
Shinsou will parade Aizawa around on a leash to show who this alpha belongs to, if he has to 😤
He knows how to take care of his man😤😤don't even fight it, Don't Hurt Omega! Isn't Omega cute? Aren't you honored?? be a good Alpha now shushshush 😤😤😤
