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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 8 days

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[Katsuki POV]

“You rolled the dice and that’s what you get, birthday boy~” You purred while regarding me from across the table, a smirk playing upon your lips.

I was too busy clutching the cloth of the restaurant’s table to even hear you. The blood was pounding in my ears so damn loud and the heat under my collar was getting to be too much. “S-shut up, you damn dumbass…”

Sometimes…I hated those dice.

The second I had woken up this morning, you were standing on the side of the bed wearing that big grin and those cursed dice in your hands. I wasn’t even fully awake yet and you pulled that crazy stunt while singing “Happy Birthday”. I still rolled them and fucking hell it had to be “no penetration”, “all day”, and “use anything”. At least you eased me into this stupid as hell tradition of birthday sex dice by simply giving me a reach around while I was showering…albeit at the time I wasn’t too damn happy since I just want to bend you over and—

“And for you, sir?”

I growl lowly at the waiter who had interrupted my train of thought, my red eyes glaring at him. “Garlic Parmesan steak with grilled -not fried- shrimp, red mashed potatoes and collard greens on the side. If the chef knows what’s good for ‘em those spices better be hot.”

My gaze shifts to you as I hear your giggle. Damnit, you look so damn gorgeous tonight. You’re wearing that outfit I love so much…where it hugs your curves so damn perfect, gives me that peek of your breasts, and the skirt so short that if I peeked under the table and you had your legs open I could see—

“And anything to drink, sir?”

My teeth gnash as I stare daggers at the waiter. “Give me the strongest spirit you’ve got in this damn place.”

“Katsuki!” You reprimand, apologetically smiling up at the waiter. “Sorry about his tone. It’s his birthday and it’s been quite a long day for him.”

I knew exactly what you were doing and I wanted to come over there and bend you over the damn table! Your sweet smile doesn’t fool me, damnit! You slipped that on purpose!

“Oh, pardon me, I shall notify the staff immediately!”

The second he walked away, I leaned forward and rested my chin on my own laced fingers, elbows resting on the table as I glared at you. “You sneaky, conniving fox…”

“Oh, Katsuki, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

I swallow thickly when you effortlessly smirk with a comeback.

The wheels in my head start to turn. All day long you’ve been playing by the rules of those cursed dice; sending me pics of yourself while I’m out on patrol, dirty texting/calling, you even stopped by my agency office earlier so we could make the reservations you’d made and gave me a quick hand job while I drove us here!

It’s evening, the end of a torturous day, but it had been spicy in its own sense.

“Katsuki~”

My red eyes narrow at your tone. I knew it very well and whatever was about to come out of that pretty, gloss-lined mouth of yours was going to be trouble. “What?”

“I’m going to powder my face. Keep an eye on my drink, please?

Now I was even more suspicious as I watched you walk away towards the restrooms. What are you scheming? I found out exactly what you had in mind not a minute later when I get a text from you complete with a selfie of your dress unzipped far enough to show me the lingerie set that is brand new from my merch; fiery red and orange lace, dark green corset-like ribbons, black garter and cups that perfectly—

“A complimentary appetizer by courtesy of the restaurant, sir.”

I nearly slam my damn phone down onto the table with one of my explosions when the waiter slips a plate of calamari and various other little morsels. Damnit, you’re driving me insane with your interruptions!, I internally scream at him.

A sudden and unexpected touch suddenly makes me jump but then I’m clutching to the table like it’s me sole anchor in the world as I feel something warm and wet wrap around my cock, my jaw nearly dropping when I feel that tongue of yours lap at my now tight balls.

When the hell did you get down there?!

Shudders start slipping down my spine as I can do little but remain as stoic faced as possible despite the now raging desire in my veins pounding like a damn drug as I peek down and see you smirking from around my length. The tablecloth reached the floor so no one knew you were under there but-

A choked groan catches in my throat when I feel you suckle and lick my swollen tip like it’s a lollipop, my hands on the table wanting nothing more than to grab you by the hair and—

“Refill on your drink, sir?”

“N-none for me!” I manage to huff, every muscle in my body tightening as I feel you slowly slip me into your throat and making my eyes widen and entire body break out into a sweat. “S-son of a…”

I spare another peek down at you and bite my lip when I see you give me clear view of the bulge in your throat that is me, sealing the deal and making me cum right there with a strangled and hoarse cry from behind my hand.

“Y-y-you’re such a f-freak…” I whisper as you clean me up and carefully settle me back within my pants before you move back to your seat.

“But I know you love it.”

The blood in my veins freezes when you wink while licking your lips. Something felt off. But what? My hands reflexively drop to my thighs then slowly feel around my groin. Everything felt normal enough. I raise my gaze back to you. “What did you do?”

Heat erupts into my face when you simply hold up your phone and drag your finger across the screen…resulting in an all too familiar vibrating sensation to start within my pants. Which pair of boxers did I put on today?! Tell me it wasn’t the ones I think they are!

That smirk on your face tells me all I need to know as the patterns and intensity of what I was feeling changed depending upon your finger. Just when I thought I was safe, you pull a stunt like this?! A shaky smile raises my lips.

“G-god, I love you.”

“I know. Now let’s enjoy our dinner then we can go home for your desert, birthday boy.”

“Marry me.” My own smirk appears when you wiggle your left hand, a ring so damn big it would make Todoroki’s wife jealous whenever he got one, flashing brilliantly in the light. “I know. Marry me again.”

“We go through this almost every year, Kats, but I’ll show you how much I really love you when at home.”

I internally curse as the vibrations intensify for a few seconds thanks to your finger on the phone screen before they lower to a dull hum that makes my blood buzz.

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@bakubunny @zazter-den

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 9 days

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Friend: I NEED A NAME FOR THIS OC!!!!!

*Scours the internet for hours, days, weeks even but comes up empty handed.*

Friend *sweating profusely and crying as they pick up their phone*: I have no choice…I have to call the big gun…

*Ring ring…ring ring…ring-click*

Me: I know what you want~

Friend: I’m begging! Please!

Me: You know the price?

Friend: YES! A whole box of your recent Hyperfixation subject is already in my shopping cart! PLEASE! HELP ME!

Me *listens carefully to character description then proceeds to give not one but four different choices that are immediately loved but earn exclamations*

Friend: I NEEDED ONE, NOT FOUR!!! NOW I HAVE TO PICK!

Me: Sounds like a you problem~! Have fun! *Hangs up.*

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 11 days

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Heaven help me… I don’t normally think of Izuku Midoriya in this way but…I was visited by the idea-fairy last night at 2AM…I think this might be a sign I should stop watching “Grimm” and “Supernatural” before bed…

~implied female!reader X Stag!Izuku

Stag!Izuku was so shy as a fawn that the skittish boy could barely hold a conversation with anyone, let alone you.

Stag!Izuku who, as a fawn, used to be bullied a lot by the others until you came along and changed that for him.

Stag!Izuku kept his freckles even when the others had lost theirs as he grew.

Stag!Izuku traded lanky and spindly limbs for a lean, mean, fighting machine even if he was still a bit smaller than the rest.

Stag!Izuku’s antlers took a while to grow from the little nubs but now they were proudly upon display with eight points on each side.

Stag!Izuku’s protective instinct for those he cares about is fierce when it needs to be such as when hungry predators or villains are nearby.

Stag!Izuku will be so sweet in ensuring you always had a flower crown upon your head since you’d made the comment of how his antlers looked like one so he made you this one of flowers.

Stag!Izuku who would give deep trills and whose little tail would wag like crazy from within his clothing as he spots you within a crowd.

Stag!Izuku will sneak little glances at you when you’re talking to another male, those emerald green irises of his carefully examining your body language and ears listening to every word that comes between your lips.

Stag!Izuku who doesn’t hesitate to put himself between you and another male when they don’t get the hint you weren’t interested in them, those mighty antlers lowered threateningly.

Stag!Izuki who gives you a proper “crown” made of his previous year’s antlers that he hoped but secretly knew you would accept without question.

Stag!Izuku who would bite back moans and become a quivering mess when you first touch his antlers, your fingers so careful and gentle yet it wasn’t enough for him as he presses you against a tree or nearby surface.

Stag!Izuku who would waste no time in going down on you with such a ravenous hunger for your sweet taste that he erupts in noises you didn’t think were possible as he takes that first lick between your folds.

Stag!Izuku who would gaze up at you pleadingly as his tongue thrusts into your pulsing entrance as his freckled cheeks steadily grow red.

Stag!Izuku who would unleash a mighty sound when you, so overcome with a climax, that you grab hold of his antlers in a none too gentle of a hold to help grind yourself against his face, causing his gemstone eyes rolling backwards.

Stag!Izuki who rests you down upon a bed of soft moss if you’re outside or in his forests-themed residence as he gently kisses your skin and nuzzles your being with gentle noises as he runs his hands up then down your being.

Stag!Izuku who has been longing for this moment for longer than he cared to admit gently enters you with slow and steady thrusts until he’s settled fully within you, all the while ensuring you were comfortable and relaxed.

Stag!Izuku’s calculated pacing and thrusting motions were always mindful of your expressions but then all of his careful planning is thrown away when you suddenly reach up and grab his antlers to wrestle him to lay upon his back.

Stag!Izuki would nearly howl like the wolves as you use his own antlers to help your hips rise then fall upon his now throbbing and needy cock.

Stag!Izuki who would tear up more the closer he came to climax that he grasps your waist and starts to meet your motions so that he reaches even deeper into you as your hands keep his head craned back.

Stag!Izuku who would climax so loudly and unabashedly that his jaw would pop as it gapes, spilling his white ropes of seed deep within you as you ride out your own climax before coming with your own exclamation.

Stag!Izuku who would instantly curl himself around you protectively as he nuzzles into your hair, shoulder, chest, and neck, murmuring praises or sweet things he knew you would appreciate as his hands gently rub along your spine.

Stag!Izuku, in the morning, would have your favorite breakfast ready along with a bright smile as he nuzzled his nose against yours with soft almost purr-sounds.

Stag!Izuku who would then sneak little glances at you for the rest of the day, smiling to himself when he sees the sneaky little mark he left on your neck that would turn into a grin when you suddenly catch sight of yourself in a reflective surface or when someone asks you about it and those cheeks of yours flush brilliant red.

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 19 days

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Pro Hero and single father Eijiro Kirishima raises a brow when coming to a stop in front of the complex where he lived, tilting his head as he adjusts the hold he has on the groceries he’s carrying. There’s a large moving truck with various workers carefully handling belongings and boxes alike into the building. Fresh from patrol he had civilian clothes of an open button up manly-pink shirt to reveal the tight fitting black undershirt and a pair of stylish black cargo pants and boots with red hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. One of his hands was holding tightly to the little one of a small girl of six who eagerly licked the little peach popsicle she’d begged from her big strong daddy to buy. “Looks like someone new is moving in.”

Curious, Aida raises her rose quartz gaze to meet his carmine, the wind playing with the little sundress covered in tiny prints of unicorns and rainbows she wore as she grins. “Maybe a new friend!”

“Maybe,” he chuckles to himself; she definitely got that smile from him. “Or maybe it’s a monster come to gobble up the sweetest little treat that keeps getting into trouble with her teacher.”

“Monsters don’t exist, daddy! Don’t tease me!”

“What? All I’m saying is if you weren’t such a trouble maker maybe an Angel would move in instead of that nightmarish guy with that barking Rottweiler like last year.” He grumbles the last part to himself with an exasperated expression that earns his daughter’s bubbly laugh.

“Or maybe my new mommy is moving in!”

He chokes audibly on his own spit, making his hand holding the several bags of groceries nearly fall from his grasp. “A-Aida!”

With a laugh, she slips free from his other hand and skips a few steps ahead. Her smile wavers and the popsicle falls from her hand in slow motion as she trips on the curb, eyes widening as she reaches for him in hopes he’ll catch her. Eijiro is just a hint too slow, his red gaze catching sight of a car coming too close taking his full attention as he protectively moves forward—

“Whoa, easy there!”

His hand clasps empty air as a stranger appears from around the moving truck, your arms quickly scooping up the little girl to save her from the tumble. The Pro Hero can only watch in shock and mild amusement when his daughter begins to thank you profusely and even offers you the rest of her popsicle. “Thanks for the save, really, I—“ His words are cutoff when your gazes meet, for the first time in his life he felt as if the sky had swallowed him up when your lips rise into a smile so bright it could rival the sun itself.

“That was a close one!” You coo at Aida softly, brushing your fingers beneath her eyes when they threaten to tear up. “Aww, there, there! It’s alright now! See?” The little girl you held breaks into a fit of giggles when you nuzzle her cheek with your nose as a playful smile raises your lips.

Did his heart just skip a beat?

Did that long forgotten warmth suddenly flood his chest?

Did a blush just enter his cheeks when you shoot him a wink as you continue to play with his daughter?

Those hips…breasts…oh, heavens, those thighs…lean calves and arms…that face…your voice… He very much liked what he saw. “Oh, damn it all to hell…” he whispers to himself as he takes in your outfit and appearance.

“No swearing!”

Now the blush becomes one of embarrassment at his daughter’s scolding. “Hey, little gem, I’m the adult not you. I can say whatever I please!”

A laugh sounds from you that instantly earns his sheepish chuckle. “Your daddy is right, but a manly-man like himself should be a little more careful of that mouth of his when such a cutie is around! Gotta set the best example for the pretty little princess, after all!” The tip of your tongue teasingly appears between your smirking lips as you send him a wink.

Eijiro was never one to believe in that whole “love at first sight” nonsense. Even with his first wife, now deceased, there hadn’t been a connection like this. This felt like a wildfire had woken from deep within his veins.

Oh, shit…

He could barely compose himself when you introduced yourself. And when you said what unit you were moving into, revealing that is was the one directly across from theirs. Meaning if he opened his front door and you opened yours, the two of you would be facing one another.

Oh, shit…

“Daddy?” Seeing Aida become worried about her suddenly unresponsive father, you move closer so that her waving hand is closer to his face. Amusement filled you when the little girl promptly shoved the rest of her popsicle between his partially gaping lips. “Daddy! You’re staring at the nice lady!”

You couldn’t resist leaning closer and dipping your voice slightly. “Earth to Red Riot~, your daughter is calling you…”

Now that blush was all over his face and ears, not to mention his neck, when you whisper his hero name in that tone.

Oh, shit on a shingle in the scorching summer sun on a Sunday…

“Daddy, you look like Uncle Denki when he sees a pretty girl.”

He snaps out of his stupor with a full bodied shake, trying to regain his composure and gives a chuckle while quickly eating the popsicle that had been shoved between his lips. “Yeah, I hear her, and she’s about to get a visit from the tickle monster for saying I look like Kaminari!”

You can’t help but laugh as Aida clings to you for protection while begging to be saved when he wiggles the fingers of his free hand. “Oh, no! I must save the princess! Quick! Let’s run away!”

He almost fell into a fit of laughter when you slip her onto your back and start to run away. Never has he seen his daughter warm up to anyone this quickly! And he can’t help but notice how natural this all feels…you holding her so close to you, the smiles on your and her faces, how Aida even nuzzled into your hair when the wind made it tickle her face.

It was as if this moment was straight out of a movie, like a sappy rom-com his previous wife had loved to watch. The memory was heart aching when recalling how things used to be, how the woman who had birthed Aida all those years ago wasn’t here because of the illness which took her life before the little girl had turned two. The breath in his lungs suddenly catches when for a split second, in a sudden gust of wind that caused several fallen cherry blossom petals to swirl in the air around you and Aida, he swore he saw her form appear while resting a hand upon your heads as you continue to play together.

Was this a sign that it was okay for him to find love again?

The apparition turns her attention to him and smiles before it vanishes.

He nearly jumps when something brushes his cheek, his red gaze shifting down to see it’s your hand that’s carefully wiping away the tear slipping down his cheek that he himself hadn’t been aware of. The touch was so soft, light as a feather, and so warm…

“Daddy? What’s wrong?” Aida asks softly, her little hand meeting his other cheek as another tear falls. “It’s okay, daddy, there, there!”

Sympathy fills you when you see the loss in his gaze despite the smile raising his lips. Without a single word, you place her within his arms and collect the groceries he was still carrying so that the two can have a moment, smiling softly to yourself when the two tightly embrace one another. What a cute father-daughter pair they made. Your gaze shifts from them to the moving crew still at work and with a soft smile while placing the bags beside his feet so as not to disturb them, you turn and walk away to continue moving in.

Maybe coming to this side of town was going to be a good change after all.

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 29 days

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You nibble your lip, glancing up from the page to see his back facing you as he goes about clearing away dinner. Should you ask him to do this one? Part of you was curious if he’d even go for it but the other was so tempting to do it despite knowing he could react poorly.

Time to take initiative.

Closing the book with a snap, you place it off to the side then cross your arms to rest upon the couch’s back so you could get a good look at his body language. It was relaxed, guard not up, his face slack with a hint of concentration. He was like a wild switch though. That calm demeanor could change with a single action. This would be so worth it though.

“Hey, Katsuki?”

He doesn’t even look your way as he continues washing dishes but gives a small hum of acknowledgment that he’d heard you.

“Katsuki~”

One of his blond brows twitches as he gives another hum, this one more gruff.

“Kat~su~ki~”

A frown starts to tilt his lips as he huffs, his hands now vigorously washing the dishes so hard that he might actually break something.

“Hey, babe?”

If he was facing you, you’d be able to see the sudden look of suspicion flickering across his face. You only called him that in special situations. He glanced at the nearby calendar and noted that nothing was marked as important for the next week. “Hey, what?”

“Baby?”

Now he was starting to get ticked as he growls beneath his breath as his hands grasp the sink. Deep breaths, he reminded himself, deep breaths in…then out…

“Katsuki.”

“WHAT?! Damnit, what?! What is so damn—”

The rest of his sentence is cutoff courtesy of your gentle fingers gently grasping his chin and turning his face towards you. You’ve moved from the couch to sit upon the counter so you were the one looking down on him this time, legs dangling off the ledge as you draw him closer so that your lips brush his.

“Next time look at me when I call your name the first time…” you whisper, using a tone of thick and heavy dominance as your gaze burns his. The fingers upon his chin tighten ever so slightly, the tip of your pinky brushing beneath his jaw before it trails down the span of his throat for a split second.

His cheeks erupt in a fierce red blush that could rival his eyes as you withdraw then collect his head against your chest with arms wrapping around him. A shiver slips down his spine as realizes what just happened and feels the blood in his veins suddenly heat. “H-holy…”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just wanted to try it! Don’t be mad! Please don’t hate me!”

“That damn book is gonna kill me with you pulling all these stunts! You’re supposed to tell me of things William does so I can do it better, not the other damn way around!” He grumbles bitterly, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“I’m sorry! That was something that William does but I wanted to try it! You’re always touching my chin so I wanted to see if it works on you!”

His only answer is a grumbled series of curses that make you giggle and blush.

Something inside your head warns that you were probably going to pay for this later…

@bakubunny

"Katsuki!" You called from the bedroom, lying on your stomach as you read a romance novel. You'd just seen a line you read a handful of times in other romance novels. It was a line that managed to make you smile like an idiot, with butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"What?" He yelled from the living room, where he repaired one of his gauntlets.

"C'mere for a sec," you got up with the book, and Katsuki walked into the room shirtless with a little grease on his chest and arms. Even better for your request.

"What the fuck? You just called me in, and now yer pushin' me away?" He knitted his eyebrows when you pushed him out of the room.

"Katsuki, can you do this?" You handed him the book, and he took it, looking down at the page in confusion.

"A lot is goin' on here, sweets. I'm a hero, not an actor." He said, cherry eyes scanning the page.

"Oh, come on! I'm sure you can do this one." You pointed at the line, and he brought it closer to his face, reading it out loud, his eyebrows raising amusedly.

"I looked up from my work when I heard the door open to see William. He stood in the doorway, one of his hands on the header above him. "Hey," he greeted-" Katsuki stopped to look at you, "I don't see what you want me to do? Stand in the door and say hi?"

"No, no. You're supposed to do what William did," you explained, demonstrating what you meant by showing him, even though your hand wouldn't reach for the header, "Get it?"

"Hah? What's so special about it in the first place?" He asked, flipping the book shut and giving it back to you.

"It's just sexy, okay?" You huffed, "I've read similar lines in many other books, and I just wanna know what it would be like when you do it."

"Fine," he grumbles, "Stand inside."

You happily skipped inside while he stood outside. He took a step closer and stood in the doorway. He brought his hand up and held the doorframe, thick bicep flexing in the process, revealing a few blond hair in his pit. He leaned closer to you, snaking a calloused hand to your back, roughly pulling you closer.

"This what ya wanted, hm?" He whispered into your ear, sending tingles down your spine. He smirked at your flustered state and snuck a peck to your lips.

He chuckled at your stupor and turned around to leave. He glanced back, a triumphant smirk on his lips, "Let me know if there's somethin' else that William dude does. I can do it better than him anyway~"

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha #mha x reader #mha #bnha fluff

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 1 month

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Imagine the little fluttering of his wings when your fingertips and nails find his scalp, beginning to lightly scratch or massage, the soft little coos or the occasional faint whistle as he tries not to melt beneath your touches just before teetering on falling into that blissful sleep he only finds with you.

“Baby bird…feels so good…but you’re gonna…”

“Shhh…that’s why I’m doing it, Keigo. You deserve some good rest. I don’t have anywhere else to be. Go ahead and sleep.” You whisper softly into his ear before placing a sweet kiss to his temple.

His wings flutter and shift until they are forming a canopy as they spread out across the sofa, causing the two of you to be enveloped in darkness and earning your giggle as you shift so your head through the feathers so you can at least see the TV with a smile as your fingers continue to work their magic for the Winged Hero.

Imagine gently running your fingers through Keigo's hair while he's lying on the sofa, his head resting on your lap and his droopy eyes barely following the program that's playing on the TV anymore, your soft touch slowly lulling him to sleep.

#mha fluff #bnha fluff #hawks fluff #takami keigo fluff #mha x reader fluff #bnha x reader fluff #hawks x reader fluff #takami keigo x reader fluff #bnha #mha #keigo hawks takami

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 1 month

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Omegaverse MHA/BNHA Poll Result: Katuski Bakugo

Implied female reader (specifically female Omega). Mentions of abuse, language, blood, rape, assault, cannibalism and mating.

With the uprising of villains, the Heroes of the world have congregated in a secure and highly secretive location with several country heads and Top Hero Ranking Holders of the World in the room; Japan, US, Persia, China, there are heroes from everywhere within this one room under the same roof. The room is large, considering square footage, but the sheer volume of bodies within those four walls quickly made it feel too small. Males of various body shapes were stuffed within this conference styled gathering space with various tables, chairs, and a podium; large, small, lithe, muscular, thin lean, mutant characteristics, nearly every type was represented within this room from the different countries of the world. Wolves, hyenas, lions, goats, boars…at least one member of every genus group was present. Nowadays those were rare since bloods had mixed or migrated so pure bloods were difficult to come by. However that didn’t dismiss that the power of Alphas was evolving with the times. Deep, guttural instinct lived deep within each male in existence. It was now a choice of just how much those traits were awakened and used. Having so many Alphas within such a small space was a ticking bomb though but the reason they had been summoned was one of great importance.

“The answer is simple: we need more heroes!” The statures Alpha from China barks loudly, his fist impacting the table in front of him; the scent of raw meat coming off of him that made those nearby wrinkle their noses slightly since it wasn’t the freshest. “We cannot keep losing our strongest to the villains without proper replacements or support!”

Another Alpha, a heavier set man wearing Presidential Medals and Honors from the US, snarls beneath his breath with growing anger than manifests within his rising volume as the air around him becomes tainted with fryer grease. “And what do you suggest we do about it, hm? Only Omegas can birth Supers and your country spread the green light to hunt them down to extinction level! Now there are no Omegas for anyone! Way to go, you morons!”

“Enough!”

Silence falls as a single figure moves to stand at the room, looking out across the Alphas who ranged in age and genus pool.

The man is ordinary looking, none were capable to distinguishing of which niche he belonged to, however there was an air about him that exhumed seriousness and a demand for cooperation. He rubs his forehead as silence slowly falls when silence slowly falls. “The reason we have issued a global meeting of this caliber is because there is still hope for a solution.”

In the very back of the room an Alpha hero from Egypt smelling of water lily incense leans over to speak in a whisper to the young blond Alpha from Japan who looked to be bored out of his mind. “How much you want to bet they want to do splicing or DNA transference, friend?” He rumbles with a roll of his eyes, not expecting an answer as he rights himself within his seat.

An unamused expression crosses the blond’s face, features settling into a resting scowl as he glares at the man leading the assembly meeting with narrowed red eyes. ‘Why was he even here?’ he couldn’t help but question internally. All Might had made it seem like a high honor of some sort, a challenge even, but ever since he got here there’s been only yada-yada while sitting around like a bunch of slugs! The tapping of his finger against his thigh conveyed his slow ascent into the upper range of his temper which was beginning to grow with each passing second. The hero known as “Dynamight” is an Alpha of a high temperament, lean yet powerful body, battle IQ on par with some of the older ones present, red eyes blazing from beyond the black mask covering his upper face, blond hair sticking upright in various directions.

Clasping his hands behind his back, the assembly head begins to walk from one side of the room to the other. “I’ve called you specific Alpha Heroes here today because of your genetics and genes would be most valuable in the future. As you may have noticed, all of you are also unpaired or undated up to this point, which was a requirement for what we wish to accomplish.”

The Explosive Hero scoffs beneath his breath. No wonder none of his other acquaintances were here; Midoriya was just beginning a relationship with the Beta Ochaco Uraraka, Todoroki has been offered several marriage interview proposals, don’t even get him started on Kaminari or Sero, then Kirishima recently started seeing a little foreign exchange female hero who was training beneath one of the elder Japanese heroes. Just him had been selected for this…fan-fucking-tastic.

“As the Alpha President from America has reminded us all today, only Omegas can bring Supers into the world with quirks and abilities that could be revolutionary. He has also brought up the subject of how those same Omegas were hunted to extinction.” The assembly head takes a deep inhale before continuing, a screen popping up behind him that has shaky footage of Omega hunts that used to take place all across the globe. Screams filled the air courtesy of the speakers, cries for help and various distress calls intermixing as the Omegas within the footage beg and plead for their lives. And yet not one was spared as each fell by weapon or fang or claw. “From the United States all the way to Russia to the South Pole to Canada, not a single Omega has been seen in well over ten years. They were tortured, beaten, raped then eventually devoured or killed in hunts…we know the horrors though we don’t let the public see the true extent of the truth. They simply think that these attacks were done by outbreaks of villains alone when, in fact, they were conducted then carried out by Alphas and the other niches who joined in the hunts. Alphas of this day and age carry this burden of knowledge most.” A wave of his hand turns off the screen as he fixes the assembly with a stare. “In ten years, I myself have never thought another Omega would ever be seen...but I was wrong.”

Pupils of every person present suddenly shrink as a unified conclusion was drawn before the man finished. And an uproar instantly takes the room, spreading chaos and exclamations from animalistic to manmade noises. Some were positive, a clear want and need to make amends for the crimes of the past, others were enraged or excited as if they were looking forward to partaking in similar events.

He remains calm though, raising his hands and asking for silence. “She was rescued from a villain bunker where they had been hiding her for the last ten years. None of us can fathom what they did to the poor girl and that’s where you all come in.” His spine straightens as the Alphas before him slowly return to their seats. “Omegas respond to their packs or fated mates no matter what state of mental or physical condition they are. And that’s why we have called you all here. She has been unable to speak a word or eaten a single thing since entering my team’s care. Her health is compromised at this point and the world cannot afford to lose the possible last Omega it has. The world needs Supers if the heroes are to have any chance against the villain uprisings.”

An Alpha hero from Madagascar smelling of spiced vanilla and dressed in various leaves stands with a growl, eyes narrowed. “This is an outrage! You’re expecting us to just throw ourselves at this Omega and hope for the best that we are some miraculous cure for her trauma while saving the world at the same time?! This is nothing short of Forced Breeding!”

“Think of the Omega! She deserves more than being thrown into a hole then forced to procreate just for the sake of birthing Supers!” Another Alpha bellows, this one from Argentina who gives off the scent of citrus.

Finally done with sitting back, the blond Alpha hero from Japan raises his hand to unleash an explosion that causes the entire room to shake then fall silent, his red eyes glaring at the man. “Everyone, shut the hell up and let the damn man finish. They would’ve done that by now but look around…she’s not here. Meaning there’s something else. So sit down…shut up…and listen.”

Grateful for the intervention, the man bows his head respectfully then addresses everyone in the room. “We would never suggest such a thing as Forced Breeding.” The man hurries to assure as other Alphas begin to voice their anger. “No mating will be pressured upon anyone and no one will get hurt in the process. If this were to fail, they we would resort to artificial insemination with those who are willing to offer their samples. And the young Alpha from Japan proves a valid point: she is not here. We have to take her fragile health into consideration right now. You and the young female all have a say in this matter. However we cannot simply just introduce her to you all with her current health status. So, we have a way to gauge on how you chosen Alphas will react by using this.”

Murmurs rise when he holds up a vial of clear liquid, the lights within the room catching upon the small container.

“This here is a collection of her pheromones turned into a liquid state. Those who are compatible will react positively and can be allowed to continue to the next step towards meeting her with supervision. Those who react negatively will be excused and required to leave, sworn to secrecy so that none may know of her existence.” He sighs softly when several voice questions and raises his hands. “The most we can ask for is an acceptance or gravitational pull. Simply allow your instincts to guide you; doesn’t matter how. Honesty is what we are looking for.”

Red eyes narrow further when someone asks what would be considered a negative response. He just wanted to get this over with so he could go back home to Japan. Arms crossed, he leans back in his chair so the front legs are in the air as he huffs beneath his breath.

“Any hostile action that can be considered an attack whether of the hunting or feeding kind will not be tolerated or considered for this.” The man grows serious as he stares at each Alpha in turn while raising the vial. “Those who wish to leave, do so now. I’m about to open it.”

Call it curiosity, or boredom, the blond from Japan remains seated. Might as well stick around since he’d gotten a free trip all the way out here. A small smirk raises his lips. Plus, the entertainment he’d get from watching these others would give him an insight to the competition from other nations. So far, he’s been unamused since there had been no fighting or altercations, but this could still be interesting to say the least. He remains sitting as one third of the room empties, his red eyes remaining locked upon the vial that is being showcased.

The man glances around once more as his fingers prepare to remove the stopper. “Ready?”

Everyone present nods or makes a sound of approval.

A faint hiss sounds when the airtight seal is released…and the effect is instantaneous as the pheromones within the vial quickly fill the room. Sweet yet not…spicy yet tame…filling the minds of those who were within the room with images of shifting colors like a kaleidoscope.

The man holding the vial slowly starts to walk around the assembly room, carefully watching each Alpha he passes. First starting the farthest side of the room then gradually getting closer to where a certain blond explosionist hero sat as the chair he was seated within shifts so all four of its legs were upon the floor.

He’s never smelled something like this before. No one he knew of back home had a scent even comparable to this. The tapping finger upon his thigh slows to a stop as every thought process within his mind becomes silent. In then out his breathing remained steady, a few times his red eyes closed for a few seconds then opened once more. Oddly enough the high temperament Alpha from Japan was feeling…calm. Even when the vial went past, he remained passive and dare he say peaceful. No one would recognize him in this state he’d been rendered to as his red gaze closely watched the vial’s liquid that shifted within the light.

Already most of those gathered have been removed when the vial had come close enough for them to exhibit “negative” behavior as the air fills with subtle growls or rumbles from those who remained. There was only a dozen left by the time the man placed the stopper back on the vial, his brows raised as he carefully looks to see who is left. “Alright, Alphas who are left, tell me how you are feeling. I see a handful of you are still here and reacting favorably. Don’t be shy.”

One by one each spoke of how the pheromones had caused them to feel possessive or want to claim the owner of those pheromones; natural responses as well as honest. That’s what the man had asked for. His gaze shifts over to the last who had yet to speak, the blond hero from Japan who wore a near confused expression on his face, waiting patiently for the young Alpha to speak.

“I…I felt calm. Peaceful, even, which is saying a lot for me. I’m not exactly known for being docile or easy to soothe yet smelling that was…I just…it was as if something I’ve been missing had suddenly presented itself to me and I wanted it to come closer if it chose. I wouldn’t have forced it, mind you, I wanted it to come to me… I’ve pursued a lot of things in my life but this was the first time I felt capable of leaving the choice up to…”

The man nods approvingly at this answer, faint surprise within his gaze when the blond suddenly shakes himself then snaps his head to the side. Interesting indeed. None had given an answer quite like that. Taking note of the young Alpha’s reactions, the assembly head speaks once more while addressing who was left. “We have one last test for those of you remaining.” He holds up a small recording device. “I’m about to play you the sound she made when our teams discovered her within the villain bunker. I warn you now, the second you exhibit negative or hostile behavior as we mentioned in the pheromone test…you will be removed immediately.”

A collective nod comes from those remaining, including the blond who huffs softly while closing his eyes.

The air clicks with the sound of the device’s playback button.

Heavy footfalls and familiar military conversation begins to fill the air until silence reigns once more…then…

A sound that could only be considered a ringing call of distress pierces the air that makes the pupils of everyone within the room to become slits. This cry is heartbroken, agony filled, shrill, bird-like in song interwoven with high pitched whines and chirps that are dripping with desperation and fear.

“Don’t fight it!” The man calls over the recording as the sound replays thanks to his fingers pressing the repeat button. “If you have that drive to protect her, show it! The more you fight and hide that instinct the less we understand if you’re a possible candidate!”

It was clear that nearly every man within the room was responding to the cry of distress. A call like this could earn one of two things: a predatory response that would earn ruthless attacks that would surely end the creature’s life…or a protective response to use one’s self to protect said crier.

That’s when the blond Alpha suddenly snaps when he hears those present suddenly give hunting cries in response to the recording. His temper was nowhere near becoming involved, he was deathly calm as he rises to stand and bares his sharp teeth at those present as a call of his own erupts from between his jaws. Red eyes ablaze, the young Japanese hero marches to stand before each of those who had begun to express a want to feed, his cayenne and gunpowder saturated pheromones filling the air as he meets the gaze of every single Alpha. Growls, snarls, rumbles, his voice comes out in a combination of noises between dominating demands of their submission and comforting sounds directed towards the recording whenever his gaze shifts back to the device.

A giant Alpha, a man from Germany decorated with Nordic tattoos and long beard braided with various bones as his being is dressed in furs, steps up to the younger and smaller blond, his bared teeth several sizes bigger that drip with saliva. Large, intimidating, smelling of mountains and the salty ocean along with the tang of leather, this man was not to be trifled with. He was a hunter, a ravager, and once he caught the scent of a prey worth his fangs he would not relinquish easily.

Not to be outdone, the Japanese Hero didn’t waver nor did he even flinch at the challenge. “Back. The fuck. Off. Before I make you.” He snarls lowly, growling deep within his throat enough to make his chest rumble with the vibrations as he squares off against the other Alpha with his own teeth bared. They and his muscles may not be as big however that didn’t mean he didn’t make up for it in other ways. Explosions crackles then popped across the blond Alpha’s being, filling the air with the scents of gunpowder and spicy peppers as his pheromones begin to fill the air when the German lowered his fangs so they were inches from his. “That supposed to scare me, you old sack of shit? You may be bigger but you know what they say: the bigger they are the harder they fall. It’s time for the dusty ass bones like yourself to sit back so the newer age Alphas can show you how the world should be running.”

“You better watch that smart mouth on yours, pup, before I shut it up by stuffing my fist down your throat.” The older Alpha snarls lowly.

“If your arthritis will let you by all means, let’s see you try.” A smirk raises the blond Hero’s mouth.

“Why you insolent, little—” The German breaks off when the recording repeats, obvious that his hunting drive was triggered when more saliva drips down his chin.

However even the elder Alpha suddenly found himself taking a staggering step back when an explosion of energy forced his own to recede, his head slowly bowing to the side as the Japanese Alpha released a warning that promised pain if ignored. “I’ve told you once and I’m not going to repeat myself. Stand. Down.” The blonde rumbles deeply as he steps closer to the other Alpha.

The recording stops with a press of the man’s finger as the other Alphas are escorted out of the room once they concede and bow their head slightly to the younger Alpha from Japan in submission. “I think we have our man…” the assembly leader whispers to himself as he slowly approaches the blond. “Your name is Katuski “Dynamight” Bakugo from Japan, right?”

A nod is all that can be managed as he settles back within his chair with a huff.

“Tell me the truth: did you have any inkling or drive to feed upon flesh or drink blood when you heard her cry?”

Katuski instantly growls, his expression one of anger and offense as explosions crackle along his hands. “What the fuck—No! Of course I didn’t! I’m nothing like that flea-bitten German Alpha! That’s an archaic practice that I would rather eat my own damn leg than participate.”

“Let me be straight with you since you’re the sole Alpha left.” The man’s tone becomes grave. “I asked because the Omega, this poor girl, was used not just for her female body or heats…those villains took turns feasting upon her living flesh and blood. That’s why we had to ask to make sure you don’t share in their tastes so please don’t take offense. When she became of age, they started pairing her off with some of their strongest in hopes she would birth Supers for them to raise into the next SuperVillains. However, they didn’t take into account how their lacking care of her would affect the capability of bearing the offspring they demanded. Her wounds were so severe that her body’s natural functions were sorely upon survival during her captivity that even those with hyperactive sperm couldn’t have been capable of impregnating her. The Omega’s poor heart, body, and mind were far too focused upon living than allowing any sort of opportunity for it to support another. And yet she has miraculously remained Unmarked. Those villains were either smart or stupid to not mark her as theirs but that also means that she is far more vulnerable and fragile. Omega’s are natural homemakers, they are central points of any pack or family. If they don’t establish or find their own by the time they reach a certain age…well, the last Omega who was incapable of doing so lost herself to depression and is currently within a coma at a Persian hospital.”

“Holy— You’re serious?!” Katsuki rises to stand, red eyes wide and a growl in his voice as explosions spark across his being like fireworks. He’s never known anger to this degree. This poor, innocent girl has been through hell for the past decade as a breeding machine for the villains who only treated her worse with every failed attempt to produce an offspring when she was merely trying to survive! Bloodlust unlike he’s ever known rises in the back of his throat but he swallows it down with a growl.

“Calm down, now, she is in good hands currently.” He closely watches the Japanese Alpha as he says the next part. “She’s in a secure location not too far from here. Only I know where it is and I’m prepared to take you to her.”

“Then why the hell are we wasting time here for? Take me to her. Now!”

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He was through the residence door the second the helicopter had come to a stop.

The scenery was like that of a postcard or calendar. Towering mountain peaks capped with snow, towering trees whose canopy branches disappear into the overcast sky above, the air thin but misty from the clouds drifting past. Gorgeous, beautiful of any art form yet none would do justice to the picture before him.

And yet Katsuki paid it no mind as his nostrils flared as he searched for the scent that had been within the vial from the test.

“You won’t be capable of sniffing her out.” The assembly head commends his efforts as he enters the perfectly camouflaged building that blended in with the surrounding landscape; not even aviary types would be capable of spotting this place if they were perched right on top of it. “Relax and take some deep breaths, young Alpha. Listen instead of sniffing.”

With a growl, Katsuki huffs then closes his red eyes as he levels his breathing. Damn altitude and its interference with picking up scent trails. Though that was a smart move on this guy’s part. It would ensure that she couldn’t be discovered. Meaning that for now this could be the safest place for her—

His thoughts freeze when he suddenly hears a soft breath from deep within the residence. Was that her? It had to be. Every cell in his body was starting to vibrate as his chest rumbles softly.

Without wasting another second, keeping his eyes closed so as to focus upon his hearing, the blond Alpha carefully and swiftly makes his way through the multilevel residence while paying no mind to those he passes until he comes to a stop before a door. The sounds had gotten louder, the breaths now faster, were coming from the other side. His hand quickly pressed the panel beside the door and with a soft hiss it unlocks and allows him entry.

And that’s when he saw you…laying curled up within a mountain of pillows and blankets that must have been a hastily put together Nest, your being curled within a fetal position.

You looked so fragile laying there covered in bandages that revealed just how skeletal your frame was. Brittle hair that looked as if it could just snap if the slightest pressure was applied, arms and legs so thin that they might as well be twigs, the simple dress covering your being sorely to preserve your dignity and allow ease of dressing changes or sponge baths for healing purposes revealed the full extent of the trauma you’d suffered at the hands of the villains. It was heartbreaking, seeing you staring listlessly off into space that was the nearby dome of windows that allowed you to gaze out across the scenery outside he’d paid no mind to. Your eyes were so dull, no spark of life to be seen within them as you lay upon the fabric formed Nest that had been put together by others in hope you would find comfort.

The sound of footsteps vaguely registers within your mind as a presence approaches. You’ve never felt something like this before but it was obvious that it belonged to an Alpha, that was obvious, and yet you remained unmoved from your position. Nothing interested you anymore.

Ever so faintly, almost too faint to hear, your ears pick up the faintest of rumbles coming from the figure who slowly moved within your line of sight.

Your oval pupils, which had been unfocused, slowly adjust to bring his being forward from the sea of blurs that claimed your vision. Nothing awoke within you when he lowered himself to one knee, his expression unreadable but body language relaxed as he remains at a respectable distance. But it was as your gaze met his red, finding ruby gemstone irises that shift and dance within the light as he slowly removes the black mask from his face, that your breath hitches when the motion of his hand causes you to become wafted by a small breeze that carried his scent; summertime sunshine, festival firework gunpowder, the faint taste of spicy pepper tantalizes your sinuses as you breathe in the pheromones he gave off.

Slowly, your head rises from the Nest, eyes searching his own as you use both elbows to remain somewhat upright.

His pupils dilate slightly when he sees how much your arms are shaking from supporting your weight and with quick reflexes moves forward with a gentle grasp to catch you before they can give out, a concerned and calming rumble sounding from within his throat as he helps you to sit comfortably by leaning you against the Nest’s barrier. Katuski could feel the barrier of the Nest; natural law ordained and demanded that none could enter an Omega’s private space such as this without facing consequences but you hadn’t made this particular structure so he wouldn’t suffer any major repercussions…and yet he gradually backed off once he was sure you were stable. He wanted you to be as relaxed and comfortable as possible.

The slight tilt of your head to the left makes his breath catch not because you had moved but the fact that you had tilted it in his direction was cause of him to suddenly feel a spike of adrenaline. Or was the anticipation? He didn’t know and frankly didn’t care.

Without using a single word, the gloves upon his hands were removed then tossed off to the side with his gauntlets and mask, then he offered them to you with palms facing upwards.

The choice was yours.

Would you stay…or would you go to the Alpha?

There was no indication that he wanted to hurt you. Not a single growl, nor did he bare his fangs, and this one smelled much different than any you’ve encountered. The features of his face suggested he was slightly older than you, not by much but enough that spoke of many overcome obstacles in battle and personal growth, his ruby red eyes revealing a hungry drive to prove himself but also a deeply rooted loneliness amongst the shifting gemstone shards of fierce protective and loyal flames that spark with golden flakes within his red irises.

A wave of his energy washes over you like a summer breeze, a warm shower upon the thirsty desert longing for rain, as before you realized it…

…your being had moved from the Nest and into his arms that slowly enclose around you.

Katsuki gasps when your form lightly presses against his, a soft whine sounding from him when he feels that you’re more fragile than you look, as if you’d snap if he squeezed too tightly. His cheek rests upon the top of your head as his eyes close, one hand resting upon the nape of your neck where its fingers gently massage as the other hand brings you closer until your seated comfortably within his lap, his legs crossed neatly beneath you so your own legs were draped across one of his toned thighs.

The heart in his chest threatens to break when you nuzzle your face into his neck, feeling your breathing hitching as if you were fighting back sobs. Never in his entire life had he felt this way. As if every fiber of his being was demanding he protect that which lay within his arms. Echoes of what the assembly head had said along with the footage he’d seen replaying within his mind. Your body may be weak but your soul was that of a warrior. It was strong enough to withstand the captivity within the hands of the villain Alphas. That made you admirable, within his eyes, someone more than worthy of his respect and maybe…more.

“You were very brave to survive what you went through. The fact you’re alive today shows that you have a strong will, a fighter’s spirit.” he finally manages to whisper, nuzzling your temple gently with the tip of his nose as his hand that had been at the nape of your neck carefully combs through your tresses. “…you shouldn’t have had to go through any of that and I’m sorry you did…but I want you to listen to what I say to you right here…right now…” The bend of his finger meets the underside of your chin, raising it with gentle pressure so that you were looking up at him instead of hiding within his neck. His gaze is soft, voice tender and warm, expression one of sincerity as he ever so carefully brushes the tip of his tongue along your cheekbone. “…You’ve fought your war. I promise you never have to go through that hell again. Those villains will never lay another hand on you and if one of those bastards ever even try to come near you I will tear them to shreds and pieces so small that no forensic team will find traces of them. You’re safe now…no more pain, no more suffering…not so long as I’m alive.”

Your eyes widen. Why would an Alpha of his caliber make such a promise? Surely he was demanding something in return. They all did. No act of kindness came without a price or ultimatum, that was a painful lesson you’d learned.

That thought must have shown on your face if his soft growl was anything to go by, but it wasn’t a threatening one; more of one of the frustrated nature. “No, I don’t want anything from you. I just… If anyone on this damn earth deserves to live a life of happiness, that person should be you, little one.”

Pressure suddenly takes hold of his heart when he sees a tear slip down your cheek, your eyes so wide they might just pop out of their sockets.

“O-oh, crap, I didn’t mean to make you cry! Damnit, I can’t even comfort someone right?!” One of his hands leaves your being so it can rake through his hair as he grumbles beneath a breath before bringing you even closer so that your ear is pressed against his chest. “Sorry, I’m not the greatest with stuff like this. I’m not Izuku or Kirishima who can just—” His sentence screeches to a halt when feeling you start to tremble and words give way to gentle rumbles as he tightens his hold on you. Now he could smell it…how you were trying not to fall apart, attempting not to shatter into a million pieces. Once again his warm, wet tongue gently brushes against your skin as he begins to rock you back and forth. “It takes as much strength to remain in one piece as it does to cry when the soul needs it. It’s okay…I’ve got you…go ahead…let it out…”

A quiver rises within your lips as your hands rise to cling to the costume fabric covering his chest and back.

One of his hands moves to the back of your head where it keeps you close while the other begins to rub along your spine. “I won’t let go, I swear. Nothing can touch or hurt you so long as you’re within my hold. Forget the damn world and its bullshit, just focus on this right here…you and me…no one else…just us…”

Something within you clicked, as if a bond was trying to form as you take a shuddering breath that fills your lungs with his pheromones and his energy washes over you once more. His words wrapped around you like his body did, surrounding you within warmth and serenity, shielding you from the world’s eye. Within your throat rises a choked sound. It’s been so long since you’ve used your voice that for a moment part of you wondered if you’d forgotten how to use it.

As if sensing your hesitation and sudden fear his tongue gently begins to lap at your throat in encouragement. The touches gentle, tender, sweet even as if he were attempting to help you find your voice once more…

And its when his lips meet your skin that the first of many hoarse, broken cries erupt from your throat as crystalline tears spill down your cheeks.

Unbeknownst to either of you that the assembly head and his team were closely watching the two of you, a pair of medical personnel ready and waiting for the opportune time for them to move forward with their hidden agenda. The trials had successfully found a compatible Alpha for the sole Omega left in the world. Now it was time for them to wait.

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I do have a secondary part but that is as far as I got for this story. Another is in the works and if you guys like this one enough, I’ll post the second part of this! Take care, loves!

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