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Love is Sorrow. She is yours now.

- kinktober 2021 -

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summary - after the collapse of society(zombie apocalypse au) you're making the best out of your situation with your strange healing quirk and your little brother. this fic is gonna be reader x 1-A p much.

a/n - basically i tried to include every kink in this series, we get laid A LOT. A/B/O. Omega Reader. Zombie Au. Reader/Characters are all ~25. This chapter: giant cock kirishima, readers parents are dead, zombies, I stole names from haikyuu!, but it's not a crossover. smut. kirishima x reader smut this chapter. alpha!kirishima. tw praise and degredation, choking, rough sex generally, alphas being posessive. extremely mild gore. bondage. bakugou w a baseball bat.

networks - @http-404-error-unknown and @anime-central

“Oh, shit,” You hear over your shoulder as you fly through the ruins of your city. The harness of your flygear tugs on your body as you swing from rooftop to rooftop in the late afternoon glow. You land, skidding a little, and they catch up to you quickly.

“Easy,” Inuoaka cautions, “Doesn't make sense for the healer to lead.”

“Then be faster,” You say brightly, “It’ll be dusk soon.”

“Not that soon,” Akane whines, “Plus it’s so nice to be out, and back here,” She glances around, the billboard with the Pro Hero Hawks face is peeling, only half of his trademark smirk is visible, “Even if everything is different.”

“There’s a convenience store down there,” You point at a flickering sign, “Doesn’t look like it got looted too badly.”

“Good eye,” Inuoaka lifts his binoculars, “Just be careful, it looks like there’s a basement level, and we know what’s waiting for us in the dark.” He turns back to you. “Priorities?”

“Medicine.” You say with a sad little nod, knowing how many people back at your poorly improvised base were sick, and malnourished, and tired in a way no amount of healing could help. “Then food with nutrition, but honestly, anything edible.”

“You heard the lady,” Inouaka beckons and all four of you fly down on your retractable steel cables, landing in front of the store, which looks sad and run down, blood splattered on the outside of the building has dulled to a rusty stain.

“Gold mine,” Alisa whines, “Oh my god there’s MAKEUP,” she runs inside, and you inspect the ransacked and ruined store. Light pours in through the window, but the silence in the cityscape

“Save your space for food,” Inuoaka snaps.

“Something’s off.” You mutter, and Akane sighs.

“You say that whenever anything good happens!” She whines, and then squeals, having found a few cans of prepackaged ravioli.

“Ah,” You hear Inouaka call over to you from across the store. He looks embarrassed when you round the corner into the aisle. “They have suppressants.” He mutters, and your face burns.

“Thanks.” You mumble, shoving the full bottles into your pack, before ripping the shelves of all the pills present, Alisa’s right, it is a goldmine, tylenol, antihistamines, anti bacterial wipes. But the suppressants are of course, the thing Inuoaka thought of, given that you’d ended your romantic relationship with the only alpha at your base, the prospect of your impending heat was hardly appealing.

“You know,” He says quietly, the other three out in the store, fighting over some candy, while you add bandages to your pack, and alcohol wipes, “You know if you needed help I’d still, I’d still be there for you.” You swallow.

“That’s not fair,” you look up at him, half of his face caught in the golden relief of the setting sun. “And you know it wouldn’t be fair of me to ask that, when I’m the one who ended it.”

“Okay,” He says, “But I still don’t understand why you would-”

“Just because it’s the end of the world,” you shake your head, unable to look at him anymore, “Doesn’t mean I’m going to settle for someone I know isn’t right for me.” He recoils like you’ve slapped him, so you backtrack. “And that’s not an insult, it just means, it just means you’re not right, for me, I mean, you’re gonna make some girl really, really happy.” He scowls.

“Whatever. Just take your pills so you don’t end up crawling back to me and settling.”

“Inuoaka, I-” But he’s already turned his back, hurrying the others. You mash your palms into your eye sockets for a moment before going back to raiding the store. This was the kind of place you’d have frequented in your past life, maybe stumbled in to buy ramen at three in the morning, maybe impulse bought a pack of gum. The shelves are dusty and erratically stocked, food is all over the floor, cans of beans, packets of ramen that had been stepped on in someone’s hasty escape.

It had been about ten months since the collapse of society, after the emergence of a strange new disease that at first seemed to target those with strong quirks, but everything fell apart so quickly there wasn’t much time for science to catch up. The plague, the zombie disease, or LKK-9, had ravaged the world, so quickly you’d barely had time to adapt. Suddenly your late blooming healing quirk, which, since it was unregistered, wouldn’t have changed your life at all, made you valuable. You’d settled in with your little brother at a base of humans staying at an old airport outside of town. You hadn’t seen your parents since the city fell. It’s not that you weren’t close, didn’t love them, but you’d moved so quickly you’d barely had time to mourn, which meant tripping over the indelicate traps that grief sets. It means that your heart sank looking at the package sparkly band aids your mother had spread over your scraped knees after you’d fallen off your two wheeler, it meant knowing that this store had your step-fathers favorite brand of cereal spilled all over the floor made your chest tight and uncomfortable. Your bag nearly filled with supplies, you turn back to the group, and take a deep breath.

“It’s getting late, ready to go?”

“Should we check the basement?” You raise your eyebrows and Akane doubles down. “I mean, we should right, what if there’s like, tools, or metal, or something important?” You look to Inuoaka, who decides with one hand rubbing his chin. He’s already regretting snapping at you, already hating that you’re in pain and it’s his fault.

“Ah, healer stays with me. Akane, Alisa, go ahead. Be fast. The sun’s gonna set any minute.” The two girls bound down the escalator that clearly hasn’t moved in months.

“I really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” you say immediately, when they’re out of earshot. He nods, but looks pained, green eyes bright in the low light.

“I just,” He gestures in front of himself, “Don’t understand why you’re so sure you don’t want to be with me.” You think about it, the truth, the truth was, not kind. The truth would hurt.

“We just don’t think the same way about the important stuff.” You confess, attempting to couch, “I think you’re a good leader,and that means sometimes you do hard things. And the right thing morally isn’t always the right thing for you, personally. Or our base.” He groans.

“This is about whether we let people in, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know how you turn people away.” You say, pressing your lips together.

“I am not having this conversation again,” He snaps, “Not when we barely have enough fucking food for the people who are there.”

“I just think-” There’s a crash in the basement.

“Shit,” Inuoaka draws his knife, “Alisa,” he calls, “Akane?” There’s no answer. “Shit shit shit,”

“I’m sure they’re fine,” you say as he starts to edge his way down the aisle, towards the elevator, “Right?”

“Shh.” He hisses, and you hear it, the low groan of something, of something inhuman. You’ve heard this sound a million times, and it still strikes terror into your heart, it still makes your blood race, your mouth dry.

“Fuck,” you breathe, drawing your two long knives.

“If I tell you to go back you’ll go back.” He says, not looking at you.

“Sou-”

“If I tell you to go back you’ll go back!” He barks, and you can see his hands shaking.

“Fine.” You breathe, “Fine, yes sir, I will.” The basement is dimly lit, but not as picked over. You light a flashlight, and hold it over Inuoaka’s shoulder as he moves deeper into the storage room. You hear the moaning again, a something, an almost human, beginning to wake up. You make quick eye contact with your ex boyfriend, who looks past you, into the darkness, and swears violently. You turn, and behind the escalator is Alisa’s body, her head bashed in, blood splattered across the concrete floor. “Oh my god,” you whimper, the words spilling from your lips unbidden. Akane’s body is a few feet away, an inhuman huddled over her lifeless form. There’s one more body, a huge man with a shock of long red hair, so bright it almost glows in the darkness.

“We have to go,” Inuoaka tuggs on your sleeve. You’re frozen, feet stuck to the dirty floor, eyes on Akane’s, but your gaze is wrenched from his when the huge man stirs a little, groaning.

“He’s alive,” You hiss, and Inuoaka shakes his head violently, eyes narrowing.

“He might as well be dead, we can’t, he’s too big to carry, I-”

“I’ll do it.” You snap, as you start to hear movement upstairs. “You know I can save him.”

“I forbid it.” He says, in a low growl, and you feel it then, his alpha creeping into his tone, and you feel the part of yourself that wants to cower and obey. You fight it, planting your feet firmly, jaw tight.

“If you make me do this, and let him die,” You whisper, “Inuoaka Sou, I will never, ever forgive you.” He swallows, and you read the conflict clearly on his face, you know it’s not fair, not fair to use the way he feels about you to save your own soul.

“Clip him to your own belt.” He says, after a second of thought. “I’m not carrying dead weight.” You let out a sigh of relief, and quick as a flash, Inouaka steps out from behind the boxes and engages the inhuman, wielding one gleaming blade as the monster screams, you’d never get used to the sight of them. The eyes were yellowed, the skin grey green, but it’s not like all traces of personhood are gone from them. Wedding rings, chains, tattered clothing, survival instincts, all remained on the inhumans unless you ripped those things away. You take the opening he created, stepping over your companions' bodies, and scooping the huge man up. He’s heavy, and you struggle getting his waist wrapped around your survival loop, meant for if someone elses fly gear failed and you had to carry them. You tighten it and the thing screams again, the sound is sharp and bone chilling, every hair on your body standing up.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Inuouaka yells, and you shoot a cable into the ceiling of the floor above and flying, much slower than usual, up and out of the basement. Inuoaka follows, still swearing, and the two of you run out of the store just in time to see the orange tip of the sun disappear on the horizon. “Fuck!” He swears and the two of you take off, swinging from building to building, but you’re having trouble keeping up, and the man attached to you shows no more signs of waking up. With the added weight you’re swinging higher and longer, and as you watch the inhumans gather below, scuttling between parked cars and rubble. You’re halfway back when your cable snaps and you go flying through the window of an empty office building, shattering glass slicing into your body as you and the redhead roll across the industrial carpet, kicking up dust. You hear Inuoaka scream your name and follow you into the building. You struggle to a seated position, in shock, staring at your bloody palms and then your ruined flygear.

“Oh my god” you breathe, head spinning, as he runs to you and a pained look crosses his face.

“I didn’t,” he whispers, “I didn’t bring my tether.”

“What?” Your eyes widen in shock, then narrow in anger.

“I, I didn’t think we’d need it,” He whispers, as if that’ll soften your , “And now yours is broken,” he looks at the leather that used to be attaching the redhead to you, and he’s right, snapped. The man lying on his back, pale and sweaty, breathing shallow. You avert your eyes from his mangled hand. “Take mine,” he says quickly, “And go back.”

“They need you,” you argue, “They need you much more than they need me, and you fucking know it.”

“You’re a healer,” He breathes, voice aching. “They-”

“They need a leader, Sou,” You whisper, “They’re just, just kids.” The sound outside grows louder. “I’ll, I’ll hole up here, in one of the broom closets or something, just, just come back for me, alright, because my brother-”

“He needs you.” He nods, understanding. “I, I don’t, I don’t want to just,” he swallows, fighting his survival instincts. “I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“You’re not.” You urge, glancing at the man lying next to you. “I’ll fix him up overnight and hopefully he’s good for something, he looks like he can fight.” Inouaka sighs, “Um,” your courage is fading as fast as the sunlight, “Just, please take care of my little brother if-”

“I won’t have to.” He says, a touch of anger in his tone, and you can feel it again, his alpha. “I’ll see you tomorrow, that’s an order.”

“Yes, sir.” You say softly and he leans down, kissing you hard and impulsively, pulling you to your feet and wrapping you in his arms.

“Just in case,” He says, and you’re not sure if he’s scenting you for your own protection, or if it’s some kind of romantic goodbye, “Sorry, I,” He swallows, “See you tomorrow.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond, taking off running and leaping out of the hole in the window.

You take a deep breath, knowing you don’t have long before they smell you, before they climb out of the sewers, worm their way up the stairwells, figure out how to open the heavy metal doors. You drag the bleeding man, who groans lightly, down the hallway until you find a broom closet. You sigh with relief upon finding it virtually untouched, mop still leaning on the wall, there’s even a brown bag lunch on one of the metal shelves. You get the redhead inside, and close the door as quietly as possible, locking it and then pushing the metal shelves against it, barricading yourself in, collapsing against the wall and curling up in a ball, the reality of your situation crashing over you like an ocean wave.

“Fuck,” you whimper, it’s too dark in the closet to remove the glass from your body any way but clumsily. You gasp with pain anytime you pull the wrong direction and a shard ends up digging deeper. “I hope, I hope you turn out to be worth it.” You mumble, lighting up your palms, and watching as a warm blue light spreads from your hand to his body. “Wonder if I’m just making us better fucking food for them.” In response, the man groans again. His skin is clammy and cold under your touch. “Um, make a noise if you can hear me?” You watch him carefully for a response but he doesn’t react. “I know it feels good,” you say dryly, “Try not to get too excited though or Inuoaka won’t let you stay at the base.” Your stomach growls, twisting with hunger and you take a brief break from healing to feed yourself.

You dig through your pack with your free hand. Alisa, Akane, and Inuoaka had taken most of the food, but you’d grabbed a couple things. The crackle as you open a protein bar feels deafening, in the silence and you try not to wince at the staleness.

It’s another hour before you hear them, the soft noises that the inhumans make, the zombies that wander aimlessly, dragging their disease riddled bodies towards any warmth, any sound any life. If you hum, you can tune them out, but you quickly run out of songs.

It’s late summer, maybe fall, and you’re dressed for combat, not warmth. Your leggings are durable, and your long sleeved top is thin, allowing for maximum movement, but as the temperature drops, you find yourself envying the jeans and flannel of the man next to you. The wound on his hand is closing, thank god, but hopefully he won’t mind the loss of a few fingers. Another shiver rips through you and you hear a wet groan, loud and close, they must have finally made it to this floor on the office building. An involuntary whimper rips through you, remembering Alisa’s broken head, Akane’s lifeless eyes.

“I’m, I’m sorry,” you mumble, scooting closer to your companion. “This is probably inappropriate.” You lie down next to him, shivering as you curl into his broad chest, not breaking the skin to skin contact you need for your quirk to work. You close your eyes, but you see them, bloody and dead on the floor, you see the creature feasting upon your dead friends, knowing that now they’re walking with the rest of them, staggering through the streets, half alive. You gasp when you hear the first one slam against the door, taking a fistful of the stranger's flannel. Fear rips through you as you inhale sharply you feel your omega relax. You fumble for the pills in your bag with one hand, gagging as you dry swallow and then lay back down with the apparent alpha, unable to sleep, haunted by the eyes of your dead companions, as the inhumans slam their bodies against the locked door. You must drift off eventually though, because when Kirishima wakes, you’re fast asleep.

It’s like coming to from a nightmare, waking in the dark room, the last thing he remembers is screaming at his friends to leave him after he’d been bitten, tears in his eyes, as the monsters jaws closed on his hand, losing consciousness at the sight of his blood on the floor of the convenience store basement. His heart races, then calms, as he realizes, he’s not in pain, not injured, but picks back up when he realizes he’s not alone.

“Holy shit,” He breathes, and then there’s a slam on the door. He blinks in the darkness, a sleeping girl, no, a woman, you were, what, maybe 24, 25? “Hey,” he whispers, not wanting to scare you, “Did you uh, how did we get here?” Your eyes fly open and you scramble away from him, scooting across the dirty floor.

“I um,” you swallow, pressed up against the wall. “I couldn’t leave you there, when you were alive.” He looks down at his hand, and flexes his fist in the darkness.

“Why am I alive, and I’m,” he looks down, examining the rest of his body, “I should be

dead, I told my team to leave me, I’d been bitten.” You smile, just a hint of smugness in your voice.

“That’s not a problem for me.”

“You’re a healer.” He says, surprised.

“And I’m sensing that your powers of deduction probably need some time to recalibrate a

After nearly bleeding out, which, I’m so sorry it took me so long, I was trying to get you back to my base where I could focus, and fix you up properly. Our leader and some others will come to get us once the sun rises, you can stay with us.” He shakes his head.

“You don’t recognize me.” he says, a touch of a sadness to his voice. “I mean, almost no one does, but still.”

“What?” You blink at him, trying to get a better look at his face.

“I’m Red Riot?” He tries. “Before uh,” he gestures, you understand, “I was a hero. I’d been out of university for a few years.”

“Oh.” There was a time in your life when the presence of a hero would have been reassuring, but now it makes your palms break into a cold sweat.

“And I’m not surprised you’re a healer,” he clarifies, “I just thought, I just thought omegas weren’t supposed to have quirks.” Of course, you think, of course he’s suspicious. It is suspicious. Just stay calm. Just breathe.

“It’s rare.” You mumble. “Sorry,” you gesture to air around you, hoping it’s not too saturated with your own hormones, “I took a suppressant a few hours ago.”

“It’s alright.” He says cheerfully. “I’m a gentleman, I can control myself,” He sits up, smelling the faint scenting Inouaka had left, leaning against the wall. You might be someone elses, even though you were unmarked. “Would you be more comfortable over here?” He offers, testing the waters. There’s another slam, followed by a groan, and your whole body seizes up with fear, the small room filling with evidence of your vulnerability. “C’mere, I’ll hold you.” he offers again and you nod, scooting across the floor under his arm.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you press yourself against his chest, inhaling his comforting scent, a warm deep musk, and he wraps a thick arm around your body.

“You saved my life and spent all night healing me,” when he speaks you can feel the vibrations. “It’s the least I can do.” There’s another slam, and he reaches out and covers your outward facing ear.

“Wait um, what’s your name?” You mumble, already feeling safe and warm, despite knowing that the undead were lining up outside trying to break into your hiding spot, despite knowing you were definitely the only humans for miles, your body abandons all rational thought at his touch.

“I’m Kirishima.”

“Y/n.” You mutter, and he nods.

“Go to sleep, y/n.” He tightens his grip on you. “I’ll take care of you for now, alright?” You swallow and let your eyes drift shut, embracing the peaceful slumber. Kirishima digs in his jean pocket, pulling his sat phone out of his pocket, and pressing the button to send his location. At a campfire just outside of the city, four people gasp in unison.

“Thought you said you saw him get bit,” Bakugou snarls,

“We did!” Sero says, voice raw and pained, tight from crying and overuse, “He told us to fucking leave him there,” He stans, running his fingers through his dark hair. Denki and Mina look up from where they’re sitting.

“I-it could be the thing,” She sniffs, “Just p-pressing buttons on his sat phone.”

“Are you willing to risk that it’s not?” Bakugou says standing, grabbing his pack and his baseball bat, slinging both over his shoulder.

“W-where are you going?” Denki whispers, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

“I’d raise that goddamn city to find him.” Bakugou looks out into the darkness, turning away from the fire until his eyes adjust. “Just like he’d do for any of us,” emotion creeps into his voice and he sniffs. “We’ve lost a lot of people. If there’s a chance,” he doesn’t turn back, “I can’t leave him out there.”

“I saw him go down.” Denki says, still not quite able to put any sound in his voice, barely audible over the crackle of the flames.

“Someone’s gotta stay here.” Mina says, “With the fire, and keep it high, so that we have something to come back to.” She grabs her pack. “But I won’t let you go alone, Bakugou,” She gets up and touches his upper arm. “Alright?”

“Me too.” Sero pipes up, grabbing his axe, swinging it experimentally through the air. “If he’s out there, we’ll find him.”

“What’s your plan,” Denki sniffs, “For when you get into the thick of it.” Bakugou turns back to his friend, the fire reflecting in his eyes, but he doesn’t look manic, or angry, he looks calmer than Denki’s ever seen him.

“I’m gonna blow them all to hell.”

You stir, and Kirishima presses his lips to the top of your head, hoping the effects of his pheromones will keep you warm and sleepy, but you lift your gaze to him, then he watches you squint in the darkness.

“Can I um,” you fight a yawn, and then try to talk through it, but it gets the better of you in the most adorable way possible, and you yawn again, shivering. “Can I see your hand?” He extends it towards you, and you gasp in the darkness, feeling your fingers lace together. “Kirishima?” You say, louder than you mean to, and there’s a slam so loud the door rattles. Your instinct takes over and you dive into him, swinging your legs into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, burying your face in his chest.

“It’s alright,” he says softly, “I’m here, it’s alright.”

“Y-your fingers,” you stammer, “They grew back.”

“Yeah,” He says, ‘I woke up, basically whole.” He rubs your arm, trying to comfort you, “Is that not, I mean have you never, done that before?”

“No.” You whisper. “Never.”

“That’s okay,” he breathes, anything to reassure you, “That’s alright, okay, we’ll figure it out.”

“You’ll like our base,” you mumble, trying not to think too hard about your new quirk, or it’s origins, “There’s like 20 of us right now, or ah,” he feels you shiver against him, 18.”

“You lose some people today?” He asks and you nod. “I’m so sorry.” You sigh, tightening your arms around his neck. He’s kicking himself, for not being able to tear his mind from the way you’re pressed against him, so gentle, so weak, pliant in his hands. “You could come back to my people,” he says, testing the waters, “Other pro heroes, we have a base underground. You’d be safer there.”

“You don’t know that.” You mumble, and he chuckles.

“Trust me, I do.”

“I appreciate it,” you say softly, “But I can’t leave my brother. I have to go back for him, and the others. They need me.” You snuggle against him, and he thinks, fuck it, he already came back from the dead today, he’ll keep pushing his luck.

“Seems like you need me.” You laugh. Not quite the response he was hoping for.

“I don’t need an alpha.” You let go and look at him. “This is just convenient. Plus over the counter suppressants suck.”

“So what,” He counters, “You’ve just been taking suppressants for 10 months, skipping your heats?”

“I had an someone on the base.” You say, a touch defensive.

“Oh shit,” Kirishima breathes, “Did he, today-”

“No.” You say quickly, “No no, Sou’s alive. I just broke it off.” You swallow. “Sorry, I might

Um, have been taking advantage of your alpha instincts for warmth.” He shrugs.

“Feel free to keep doing it.” He reaches for you, drawing you back into him. “It’s uh, nice to be close to someone.” You nod, pressing yourself against his chest again.

“You smell nice.” You mumble and if there were any light in the closet you’d see him blush to match his hair. “‘N I feel safe like this, with you.”

“Is that right,” he breathes, taking one of your hands, interlacing your fingers with his own before lifting the inside of your wrist to his mouth, “Relax, and take it” he murmurs, and you let out a soft whimper as he moves down to the crook of your neck, sharp teeth ghosting over your pulse point as he scents you, you feel his rough tongue on your soft skin, deepening the kiss. You twist in his arms, straddling him with your arms around his neck.

“Want you,” you mumble, giving in, and his hands dig into the softness of your hips, moving lower to cup your ass, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

“Actually,” he corrects, “I haven’t seen an omega in almost a year,” he squeezes your ass hard, and pulls you into a passionate kiss, fumbling with the button on his jeans, “I fuckin’ need you,” you grind your hips down on his, he kneads at your thighs.

“Please,�� you whimper pathetically, reaching down between your legs to grant some relief to your aching clit but he catches your wrist swiftly, eyes darkening.

“Mine.” He growls, eyes darkening, and you recoil in fear, but he parts your folds with a finger, rubbing his thumb around your clit, slipping a single digit into your aching core. “Fuck,” he grunts, “Fuck, you’re tight,” your thighs tremble as he adds a second finger, every brush of his thumb against your clit sends a jolt of electricity straight to your brain.

“Mmh,” he moans into your mouth, taking his cock out of his pants and pumping it, your face warms and your palms ache with desire,

“Please, Kirishima, I-”

“Get your fuckin’ pants off,” he grunts, not giving you any chance to do it, lifting you by the waist off his lap and laying you down on the floor, ripping them off himself, before climbing on top of you. “Not gonna mark you,” he promises and you nod gratefully.

“No chance you have a condom?” You breathe and he shakes his head.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, taking one moment to drink you in, pliant and trembling, “I’ll pull out.” You nod quickly, and he lifts you again, settling you on his lap. “M gonna go slow,” you glance down at his cock, and your eyes widen, he’s long and thick, already dripping with pre, and he kisses you quickly, “It’ll fit,” he promises, whispering into your lips, “I’ll go slow.” He promises again, and you feel him ease the tip inside of you.

“Ohmygod,” you mumble, and then let out a soft whine as you sink a little lower, the stretch hurts, but it also brings a measure of relief, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders as he presses on your thighs, guiding you lower.

“So good,” he coos, “Such a good girl,” he feels you shiver at the praise, “Almost there,” he promises, feeling you crumple against him.

“Kirishima,” you mumble, trying to keep your voice down,

“M’gonna move,” he warns, guiding your hips in a rolling motion that you replicate as your mouth drops open and your eyes sting with tears. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, “Feels so good baby,” he kisses your cheek,

“S’so big,” you choke out, as he presses hard against your g spot, a light sheen of sweat forming on your forehead as he picks up the pace a little, grunting lightly. His hands are everywhere, skimming your waist your hips, your thighs. You’re so sweet, mewling softly as you bury your face in his neck, scraping your teeth across his skin, kissing up his jaw.

“Doin’ so well,” he breathes, “Fuck, baby, I-” He wraps his arms around you and rolls you onto the ground, laying on top of you, bracing his full weight with one hand,

“Oh, oh my god,” he’s fucking you so hard that now your breath is coming in short sharp gasps. You rake your nails down his back, holding onto him for dear life. Every thrust of his hips against yours sends you higher, brings you closer, and instincts take over, “Can I,” you gasp, “Can I cum, please,” he doesn’t respond right away and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of your high, “Can I, alpha,” you start to plead, “Please, please,”

“Yeah, baby,” he cuts you off, “Cum all over my cock, fuck yeah.” He punctuates the last word by slamming his hips against yours, sending you vaulting over the cliff of your orgasm, tears rolling down your cheeks as he chases his own high, thrusts becoming sporadic before he pulls out, cumming into his hand with a low growl. He grabs a towel from the janitors shelf and wipes it off quickly, tossing it in the corner before sweeping you up in his arms, kissing every salty tear from your face. You cuddle into him, feverish and hot, pressing your lips to his neck. “Missed that so much,” He breathes, holding you in the darkness. You hum your agreement. “Come with me,” he breathes, heart rate still slowing, unwilling to let you go in any capacity.

“Can’t.” You mumble, locking your arms around his neck. “Thank you though.” He kisses your forehead.

“Let me take care of you tonight, at least,” he whispers, and as the glow fades, you remember where you are, fear wraps around your heart, cold and smooth.

“A-alright.” You inhale deeply, and he pets your head, covering your ears.

“Go back to sleep then, I’ll keep watch.” You bury your face in his neck, inhaling deeply, drifting off to sleep. You’re so cute, he thinks, all wrapped up in his arms, and you look soft, and vulnerable. Biologically, the idea of abandoning you here in the morning gives him physical discomfort, he can feel his chest tightening at the idea of leaving you behind, even with another alpha. He traces burning patterns in your skin, marveling at its texture, scenting you to the best of his ability without waking you, bringing the inside of your wrists to his mouth, one by one, kissing you softly on the underside of your jaw, and he can feel your blood racing under your skin, as if sleep brings little comfort from your anxieties. He passes the night like this, committing you to memory.

It’s another hour before he hears it, and at the sound of the first explosion, not quite loud enough to make you stir. “Holy shit,” he breathes, more to himself than to you, “Holy shit they got it.” You wake with a gasp at the second boom, louder, more powerful, it shakes the building.

“Kirishima,” You mumble, still half asleep. “What’s-”

“It’s my friends,” He says, scrambling to his feet like the weight of you hanging on him is nothing, “Get your shit, alright, they’re saving us.” He sets you on your feet and you grab your pack, making sure your double knives are in their holsters, picking up your harness and broken flygear. He snatches it from you and swings it over his shoulder as the explosions get louder and closer.

“No,” you shake your head as he goes to move the bookshelves. “No Kirishima, my friends, they’re going to look for me here, and my brother, he’s still at that base, I’ve, I’ve been there the whole time, I need-”

“You need to live.” Kirishima says urgently. “For your brother. Don’t die in a broom closet waiting to be saved.” It would be easy, the thought burns in his mind, to throw you over his shoulder and take you with him. It would be easy.

“I will live if you just don’t open that door,” you plead with him, “Please, Kirishima I-”

“My friends think I’m dead,” he pleads, “They probably spent tonight, mourning me, I, I have to, have to get to them,” he sniffs, and lets out a long shaky breath. “Please.” You have a split second of indecision, and then you shove a shelving unit away from the door.

“Fine, fine, I get it.” You nod. “I’ll find my brother tomorrow. Let’s go.” His heart snaps in his chest, how could you possibly trust him that much, that quickly. You go to hand him one of your knives but he shakes his head, and you watch him activate his quirk, he grows a few inches, skin shingling, his fingers coming to a point.

“Just stay behind me, sweetheart.” He says, before he wrenches the door off its hinges and grabs one of the inhumans by the head, throwing it at the other two who were clawing at the door, you draw both your knives, standing behind him. “Hey Bakugou,” he yells, and down in the street Bakugou’s heart thrums, letting loose a huge explosion from his palms,

“Oi DIPSHIT,” You hear from the street, “Get your ass here or I’ll kill you my fuckin’ self.”

“Up here,” Kirishima yells, tossing one of them out the window. Down in the street Mina barely ducks in time. The impact barely affects the creature, it screams and then scuttles off down an ally. It’s cloudy and especially dark, but you can see the balls of fire and energy igniting and extinguishing in the street.

“Who the hell are your friends?” You whirl on Kirishima, but instead of arguing, he runs at you, picking you up with one hand and leaping out the window, digging his hardened digits into the concrete side of the building to slow your fall as your scream rips through the night. He lands, sets you on your feet, and is promptly tackled by a woman with pink hair, and a dark haired man.

“Mina, Sero I-”

“Save it.” The woman sniffs, interrupting him.

“Oi,” A low voice growls. “We don’t got all fuckin’ night.” You look over your shoulder. A tall blonde with smoking palms and a deep scowl stalks towards the redhead, stopping a few feet away from him. There’s a pause. “Kirishima Eijirou.” He says, and he winces.

“Y-yeah, Bakugou?”

“You ever pull some shit like that again,” He snarls, moving right up into the slightly taller man’s personal space, “I’ll kill you myself.” For a second, it looks like he might hit him, but Kirishima grabs him, wrapping his arms around the angry blonde, who melts into the embrace.

“Sh-should we move?” You pipe up, and the four of them remember your presence all at the same time.

“And who the fuck is this?” Bakugou snaps, gesturing to you.

“She healed my bite.” Kirishima says and Bakugou blinks in the darkness, he hears something scuttling and lets loose another huge explosion from his hand, lighting up half of the street with burning energy. You yelp and dive behind Kirishima.

“She healed your bite?” Sero asks, incredulous, barely reacting to Bakugou’s explosions, “I thought that was impossible.”

“She also regrew a few of my fingers.” Kirishima offers, attempting to gently bring you out from behind him, but you’re resisting. “C’mon, say hi, sweetheart?” He prompts, and you watch Bakugou wrinkle his nose in the moonlight.

“Omega’s don’t have quirks,” Bakugou says, eyes narrow, and your heart sinks.

“It’s rare.” You counter. “Not impossible.” Bakugou scowls.

“Lemme see your hand.” Kirishima extends it and Bakugou inspects it clinically, then looks you up and down, sniffing. “You’re unmarked.”

“That’s none of your business.” You match his cool tone.

“Actually,” Bakugou turns his back on you, “If you’re gonna be fuckin’ my liutenant then yes it is my goddamn business,” He snakes an arm out and grabs Mina’s wrist, shoving her behind him as he swings a baseball bat through the air, connecting hard with a sickening crunch, the inhuman that has been attempting to sneak up on him goes flying. He turns back to you. “Kirishima gets attached to your lot.”

“My lot?” You take a step towards the blond.

“S’not my fault if I don’t dig your whole helpless schtick,” Bakugou snarls, and Kirishima puts a hand on your shoulder but you wrench free of his grasp and rock onto your tiptoes to make eye contact with the alpha. “Whatcha gonna do,” he coos, “Beg me for somethin’?” You scowl, and slap him across the face as hard as you can.

“Jesus fuckin’ christ,” He spits on the ground and Kirishima yanks you away from him, pinning your arms behind your back. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“With me?” You snap.

“You did just insult her entire gender,” Mina offers helpfully, and Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Needy little shits.” You strain against Kirishima, who holds you back easily.

“She saved my life, Katsuki.” He says, and he sobers a little. “At great personal cost.” Bakugou sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Alright, alright I’ll be nice to the omega. She’s comin’ with us anyway.” He rubs his face, the imprint of your hand flush against his skin.

“No, actually.” You jump in. “The omega goes back to her family and friends.”

“Ah, no she doesn’t.” He grunts, and Kirishima shifts his weight a little, nervously. “We got people who need healin’ and,” he studies you, “Never heard of someone who could heal bites. Why the hell aren’t you in some commission laboratory?” You struggle against Kirishima who annoyingly doesn’t even seem to be working hard at holding you against him.

“My parents didn’t register my quirk.” You answer and Bakugou narrows his eyes even more.

“Never heard of that.”

“Let,” you grunt, “Let go of me, I’ll, I’ll find my own way back to my camp-”

“You’ll get fuckin’ eaten.” Bakugou says, observing your futile efforts. “Nah you come with us.”

“I have family,” desperation seeps into your voice, “Please don’t make me abandon them.” Bakugou turns his back on you.

“If you’re a good girl for us, I’ll send someone to get them.”

“Go to hell,” you snarl, “This is why people fucking hate heroes.” That pricks his ears up. “Entitled fucking bastards.”

“This is why civilians are fucking annoying,” he retorts, leading the group back through the city, Kirishima picks you up, cradling you to his chest as you struggle, “Because you don’t have the bigger goddamn picture, you’re only thinkin’ about your comfort in this moment.” You arch your back and swing your leg up, connecting with Kirishima’s jaw. He’s so surprised that he drops you, and you spring to your feet, sprinting away in the darkness.

“Oh my god,” Bakugou snaps, not waiting for Kirishima to get you but following you through the city. You draw both your knives, as the inhumans come out of the darkness, following you. This is the nightmare scenario, you admit to yourself, but you’d rather be fighting them on your own then separated from your brother in the long term. You hear them behind you, Bakugou loosing an explosion, flying through the air to tackle you to the ground. You roll and grapple, but the alpha eventually pins your wrists so tightly you drop your knives. He straddles you on the asphalt, chest heaving.

“Bakugou,” Kirishima says, looking uncomfortable, “Are we really gonna kidnap someone?”

“Give me some fuckin’ tape,” Bakugou barks at Sero who obeys. Bakugou rolls you onto your back, taping your wrists together behind your back, then your ankles and thighs.

“Do you all just do whatever he says,” you spit on the street,

“Yeah,” Sero says with a shrug. “It usually works out for the best if we do.”

“Bring me that pretty fuckin’ face,” Bakugou taunts, pulling you to your feet and holding your chin roughly as he covers your mouth with tape. “That’s so much better.” He taps your cheek lightly as you glower at him.

“Bakugou.” Kirishima repeats as the blonde holds you up. “She’s serious, she has family to take care of.”

“Well I got a base of refugees,” Bakugou counters, “And the only person who can save us from this goddamn nightmare in a fuckin’ coma, so sue me if I’m not about to let the first semi competant I’ve seen healer get away from us.” Kirishima frowns, crossing his arms and apparently that disapproval is enough for Bakugou to soften, pinching his nose. ”Fine Kirishima, whatever,” he turns to you, ”Your base is just outside the city?” He rips the tape off your mouth. You swallow before answering.

“You won’t hurt anyone?” You say quietly, and he shakes his head.

“Scouts honor, princess.” He jerks his head towards the others. “I’m gonna send these two to go get your family.”

“It’s just my brother.” You say, so quietly they almost can’t hear you. “Please, please just let me go, don’t-”

“Can’t.” Bakugou cuts you off, “I got an entire budding civilization to consider. But uh,” he looks uncomfortable, “Don’t wanna break your family up, I guess, if it can be avoided.” He nods to Mina and Sero. “See you back at base in a week with uh,” he turns to you, “What’s his name and where is he?”

“Kaoru.” You whisper. “And they’re at the airport.” Bakugou nods and then replaces the tape on your mouth, shoving you back towards Kirishima.

“Carry her.” He orders, and the alpha scoops you up in his arms like you’re nothing. They blast their way through the city, and there are a couple close calls but eventually they make their way towards suburbia, towards the high school you’d attended, past houses and cars not far from the ones you’d learned to walk in, had your heart broken in. Lived in. You’re grateful they didn’t blindfold you, thinking the way your body is bouncing in Kirishima’s arms would definitely make you nauseated.

“Sorry about this,” Kirishima says, only loud enough for you to hear, and you just look up at him, “I’ll uh, I’ll make sure you get taken care of, alright.” You scowl at him, and he shrugs. “I know this isn’t want you wanna hear right now but that,” he gestures to your expression, “Is adorable.” You squirm in his arms and he tightens his grip on your body. It’s another few minutes of silence, of your heart racing, when Kirishima shoves you at Bakugou just in time to get tackled to the ground.

“You goddamn bastard!” A new man says, genuine anger raw in his tone, “I saw you go down, you,” he bursts into tears and Kirishima stands, cradling him to his chest. “Fuck, I couldn’t take another fuckin’ loss,” he sniffs, “What the hell happened?” Bakugou sets you on your feet,

“I’m gonna give ya my sleeping bag, we gotta debrief. Try not to get in any trouble.” He carries you to the tent, more gently than he’d been touching you before. “C’mere,” he grunts, scooting you into the deep green bag and zipping it up around you.

“It’s gonna smell like me, now.” You warn, and he shrugs.

“Been a long time since any of us have even seen an omega,” he wrinkles his nose, “Even if you smell like shitty hair. I don’t mind.” He stands then, leaving you tucked in, and tightly restrained.

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A Family Affair Pt 2

Slasher AU CannibalFamily!EraserMicxReader

We’re going with the “strange family that lives outside of a small town” trope. After a few deliveries to the Aizawa household you get pulled in to an affair you never wanted to be a part of. Let’s see what happens after you find out about their dietary preferences.

Super Dark Content Warning!!! Literally do not read if you have any reservation and definitely no minors!

TW: cannibal themes (including forced cannibalism), mentions of murder, mentions of corpse mutilation, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships, noncon, dubcon, biting

Thick rope dug into your skin, securing you to the bed frame by your wrists. This must be their room. The two men sat toward the bottom of the king-sized bed. An aroma of spices made your stomach growl until you remembered what - who -Hizashi was holding earlier when he mentioned dinner. Both had bowls of chili in their laps.

After realizing you were beginning to wake, your blonde captor leaned forward with an offer to share, "You must be hungry."

You shook your head, refusing his offer. He didn't seem to mind, Hizashi was sure you would let him know when you were ready to eat. The married couple continued to eat in relative silence until your stomach growled again.

"Alright pretty girl, you’re clearly hungry," The blonde said.

Again you shook your head no. Their smiles dropped. With one captor on either side of you, you felt claustrophobic.

"Just one bite," Shouta instructed. “Don’t forget: you’re supposed behave.”

“I’m behaving,” You whined, “But I’m not eating a human being-“

"Enough of the attitude,” Shouta snapped. “We’re trying to help you, kitten. One bite. Open your mouth before I break your pretty little jaw."

Taking advantage of your shock, Aizawa forced your mouth open and was quick to force in the food. He kept your mouth shut until he was sure you swallowed.

"Good girl," Hizashi clapped. He rubbed your back as you went through a coughing fit. Gagging as the aftertaste settled in. "See, my cooking isn't so bad."

“You get use to taste pretty quickly,” Shouta reassured, feeling the smallest twinge of guilt for being rough with you while you were still out of it. “Once you start to calm down you’ll realize it doesn’t taste much different than other meat. You’ll adjust.”

Hizashi was smiling at your struggle to regain composure. There was a sadistic glint that hasn't been there before. Something about you resisting like a pathetic lamb only to be corrupted-whether you wanted to or not-made his cock twitch. You cried out when he reached for bowl again, they said one bite. You were not going to eat any more.

Hizashi pouted at his husband, feigning a concerned tone, "She hasn't had a real meal in over a day, help me out here babe."

Shouta knew his husband well and it was clear where this was leading. They both thought you were a yummy little thing, wanting to consume you in every way but one. You would taste delicious but killing you wouldn’t feel right. Their blooming feelings for you paralleled their emotions for each other when they first met. Young romance. Borderline obsession. Frenzied.

Pretending to be over the whole situation, Shouta took his partners side, "Alright, take another bite for Hizashi, it shouldn't be as hard second time."

"You said just one bite-"

The blonde tried forcing the food into your mouth but you flinched away and spoon made contact with the corner of your mouth.

"Be careful little muse, you're making a mess. Although I wouldn't mind helping you clean up.”

Ever the tease, Hizashi shot forward to lick the sauce from your face before grinning toward his husband. After Aizawa gave a subtle nod, he flicked open a switchblade and cut through your clothes with ease. Only nicking you with the blade a few times - and to Hizashi that was your fault.

“Look at how pretty she is, Sho,” Yamada cooed. You burned with embarrassment as their eyes appraised your naked form. Your body felt heavy and sluggish and your muscles were still slightly beyond your control.

The mattress shifted as Aizawa moved to toy with your erect nipple, “Are you cold, kitten? Hizashi and I can help warm you up.”

His lips brushed against your breast. Both men were moving with a gentle determination to make you squirm. As Aizawa continued to tease your breasts, Hizashi’s hand drifted down your belly until his fingers were grazing over the bristle leading to your warmth. The ravenette nipped your skin roughly, drawing out a yelp. With white-knuckles you gripped the ropes in hopes your trembling wouldn’t be noticed.

“Poor thing,” He chuckled while removing his shirt, “So nervous, I can feel your heart pounding. Like it’s begging to be let out.”

Objectively, the monster was well built and maybe in another life you could even say you were attracted to him. Several scars decorated his body but the most interesting and ominous was a shiny bite mark on his left shoulder. Shouta noticed your staring.

“Zashi gave this pretty little love bite to me on our third date. It healed like a bitch but was worth it.”

He spoke like a lovesick teen.

Hizashi’s fingers were beginning their exploration. Two fingers rubbed circles over your clit. You shuddered with unintentional pleasure. Perhaps it was a stress response but the arousal was slowing becoming a welcome distraction from your predicament.

Beaming with pride Hizashi used his free hand to tug at his husband’s belt loops. “I think our little delivery girl is starting to have a change of tune.”

Giving an embarrassed whimper you tried to spread your legs. Your body was seeking more pleasure. The blonde was eager to comply. Repositioning his hand, two fingers buried inside you and stroked your slick walls. The stretch was unexpected and tears pricked your eyes. You tugged at the ropes and bucked as Hizashi quickened his pace. Aizawa left your field of vision briefly before he returned, kneeling behind his husband and tugged the blonde’s hair forcing him to abandon your needy cunt.

“Wait,” You moaned, grinding against the mattress.

“Don’t worry, darlin’” Aizawa soothed. “We’re no where near done. Just let me help get Hizashi out of his clothes.”

You responded with a pathetic groan. Already clouded by the stress and drugs, you were giving into your sexual instincts.

“What are you doing?”

You could see something in Aizawa’s hands, a type of metal tubing, but you weren’t familiar with it.

“It’s a spreader bar,” the blonde explained. “When Sho and I have alone time we like to get creative. Don’t worry, he’s used it on me a ton of times.”

“But what’s it do?” You suspected you knew the answer but were hoping for a different outcome.

Instead of telling you, Aizawa just began securing your ankles into the attached cuffs. Once bound, Aizawa took his partner’s spot, settling between your legs and worked his tongue between your folds. Serving its purpose the bar held firm when you tried to clamp your legs together.

Hizashi ogled at the sight of his husband lavishing his tongue against your messy pussy; with any luck he could burn the image in to his brain. Aizawa’s nails were clawing at your ass making sure he had pulled you as tightly to him as physically possible.

The pressure in your stomach was beginning to build along with your frustration with the restraints. With labored breathing you whined, “Don’t like – don’t like the bar. Wanna move.”

Aizawa finally eased up on your pussy, “Poor baby,” he kissed your thigh. “How about after I get my fill of you, we see about taking off the bar. I don’t think Zashi’ll mind if you’re a little squirm-y.”

Nearly cumming as he returned his attention to your clit, you nodded vigorously. It didn’t take much longer for the electric waves to pulse from your core. Aizawa still wasn’t done with you, he pushed to the edge a few more times; he would stop short each time, smiling sadistically while you cried over your lost orgasm. During these intermissions he would kiss and nibble across your thigh. Hizashi lay to the side of you, stroking your face or pulling your hair as he saw fit. He enjoyed talking you through growing frustration. As Aizawa kissed his way around your thigh he reached out for Hizashi’s hand, squeezing it as though they could communicate through Morse code. Although they couldn’t, Hizashi understood Sho from the glint in his eyes. Suddenly Hizashi pressed his lips painfully against yours, before you could even comprehend what they were doing you were screaming and his tongue assaulted your mouth. You were sobbing from an unimaginable pain radiating up your thigh. You didn’t realize until Hizashi pulled away from you to check on his husband that you noticed Aizawa had sunk his teeth in to your skin, leaving a bloody wound. In spite of your screams and thrashing he resumed fucking you with his tongue, bloody lips pressed to your pussy with his eyes drunkenly staring up at you.

Although he couldn’t understand your fear, Hizashi wanted to comfort you, “Breathe, darling. You’re doing so well. Ya look so pretty with Sho between your legs.”

“Please let me go, please. I hate you.”

“Shhh,” Shouta lulled. Neither men could really get mad over your words, both understanding the pain you were going through. “I know it hurts. The pain will go away. Just a little mark, kinda like a wedding ring.”

Hizashi’s patience was waning. His throbbing cock dictating his thoughts. Desperately ready to turn you back in to a writhing mess that needed them. On top of it all, his gums ached with jealousy. Aizawa noticed the blondes pout and pulled him in for sloppy kiss. Your wetness and blood now shared between their lips. He whispered in to Hizashi’s ear something you couldn’t hear before rolling off the bed and disappearing from the room.

Yamada certainly wouldn’t remove the spreader with your thrashing. While he waited for his husband to return he began kneading your body with his palms. Skillfully releasing some of the tension throughout your body.

You were still sniffling, barely calming your sobs, when Hizashi could no longer hold back, forcing the tip of his cock in to your clenched entrance.

“You’re tight,” The man growled.

“Darlin’, try to relax so it won’t hurt too much,” Aizawa’s voice called as he returned.

Easier said than done.

Joining you on the bed Aizawa took a moment to admire Hizashi. The blonde had skillfully maneuvered you so that you could struggle too much and the sight of his cock joining with your body shot pleasure down Aizawa’s spine. Tempting as it was, tonight wasn’t the night for you take both of them at once. They were already pushing you past your limits.

Begrudgingly you knew you should listen to your captor and you forced yourself to let go of the breath you’d been holding. Sparing no time Hizashi managed to bottom out pausing before thrusting roughly into your hips. The restraints paired with the way he was contorting your body strained every tendon in your body.

Gluttony was tempting Hizashi to sink his teeth in to the meat of your other thigh, but the couple had agreed to take things slow. Well, their version of slow. Tomorrow he could leave his mark on you and Aizawa could have his turn in you.

#slasher AU #mha x reader #bnha yandere #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic x reader #yandere x reader #mha yandere

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