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Masaru wasn’t the least surprised by how his son was acting. He had always been stubborn and held high expectations. Masaru walked over to his omegan son. He sat down next to the ash blond. He brought his soft hands over to Bakugou’s chin and lightly tilted it to look over back at him. Masaru looked into his son’s eyes and he could see what most could not. Shielded behind defensiveness and thick tall walls was fear and anxiety. This wasn’t the first time they were for him. No Alpha had seemed to meet his son’s requirements and if they did, he never met theirs.

Masaru brought his forehead against his sons in comfort, a soft purr escaped him, trying to calm down his nerves. “I know it’s scary… I know you don’t want to entirely do this… but go into this with an open mind and an open heart. You won’t truly know unless you try.” He advised.

Bakugou took a deep breath and released it through his nose. His eyes were closed. He nodded his head. The only person he would ever be outright soft for and listen to was Masaru, a male omega who birthed him and knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. He let out a soft chirp in thanks, it came out a bit deeper than he wanted it to but Masaru was more than eager to have it. Masaru smiled.

The door opened and walking into the room was Mitsuki Bakugou. She had a smile on her face as she stood next to the agent. She had her arms crossed across her chest, seemingly in approval. Bakugou’s eased expression turned into his signature scowl.

“Now, Katsuki.” The agent spoke with a smile on her face, she had a silver tray in her hands with different covered packages that all looked like wrapped packet of tissues. “You know how this works. We’ve got three Alphas scents here for you to try today.” She walked over to Bakugou. Masaru stood up to stand next to Mitsuki, on the other side of the room, giving their son space. The agent placed the tray in front of him on the coffee table. She took a step back with her clipboard in hand ready to document any reactions from Bakugou. “You can start whenever you're ready.” She stated.

Bakugou looked down at the three wrapped packages in withdrawal and hesitation. He spectated the three of them. He first picked up the one on the farthest left. He unwrapped the brown wrapping paper, revealing the black handkerchief used for Alphas to scent. Bakugou picked it up and sniffed it slightly. Immediately his nose rejected the scent making him sneeze.

Mitsuku rolled her eyes and Masaru tried to hold back a chuckle. Bakugou coughed and put the handkerchief back in its wrapping. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he didn’t even want to consider that one.

Bakugou turned his attention to the one on the furthest right. He picked it up and unwrapped it. He sniffed the black piece of fabric. At least this time his senses weren’t attacking him. He spectated the piece of fabric. The scent wasn’t bad, it just didn’t hit him in the right way.

Made him feel annoyed.

Masaru and Mitsuki starred in hope for this one. The agent watched Bakugou carefully, she could tell he wasn't going to approve of this one. He grunted, rejecting it and putting it back. Masaru still stayed hopeful but Mitsuki was expecting her son to flat out reject everyone in this building.

Bakugou was getting annoyed now. He never did like Alphas scents, most of them overbearing or too weak. He snatched the final one on the tray. Before he even lifted it to his nose, something was different. His omega got roused. Scratching at him to take a deeper smell at the scented silk item. Bakugou raised an eyebrow in speculation. This was new for him.

He lifted the cloth with both hands, carefully. He lifted it to his nose and took a sniff. Then another. Then another. He wasn’t sure what it was but this one didn’t smell bad. Didn’t give him an angry or annoyed reaction. He closed his eyes and took a deeper inhale. It smelled so comforting yet so unique. It was strange. It was warm and yet held its own freshness to it. He felt restless and yet comforted and calm. His pupils grew as he stared down at the black silk fabric.

For the first time in his life he allowed his body to get affected by an Alpha’s scent for more than just a split second in a positive way. His heart felt like it was picking up and his throat felt like it was starting to restrict. He liked it. He really liked it. His inner omega already deciding that this scent would go so well with his caramel one.

“So?” Mitsuki asked him, taking him out of his trance.

He looked up at his parents and then to the agency worker. He frowned once more. He placed the silk down on the tray, despite what his Omega was begging him to do with it. To scent it back. “I don’t hate it.” He let out begrudgingly.

Masaru’s eyes lit up. Mitsuki turned to the agent. “That’s as good as you’ll get out of him.” She told the woman, Masaru nodded in agreement.

The agent laughed. “Alright. Katsuki,” She walked over to the blond. She handed him a small box with a white handkerchief and wrapping paper. “May you scent this for me?” She asked him.

Bakugou took the box and did as he was told, while the agent took the tray away from him. He rubbed his wrist against the soft white fabric, not feeling very eager to use his neck to scent something yet. His inner omega was disagreeing profusely. He made sure that the fabric was properly doused in his scent before handing it over to the agent who came back into the room.

“Great.” She clapped. “Now let's see if it’s a match.” She walked out the room to head over to where the Alpha was.

“Katsuki.” Bakugou looked up to his sire. Mitsuki looked at him with a hopeful look. “That’s the first one you accepted.”

Bakugou scratched behind his ear in disinterest. “So?”

“So?” She mocked him. “This could be the one. Wouldn’t that be great!” She placed her hands together as she looked at her Omega.

Masaru nodded his head in agreement. “Oh Katsuki, I hope this works. You could finally settle down, and have a nice comfortable life.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “I’ve been living just fine without an Alpha. I don't need one to be comfortable, old hag.” He sneered.

Him and his mother began to bicker like they always did. Masaru wasn’t surprised about this but it wasn’t their screaming matches at home anymore so he wasn’t bothered by it. As the two blonds bickered and argued with one another the agent came back. She gave Masaru a firm nod telling him what was to happen next.

“Katsuki.” Masaru turned to his son with a bright smile. “They’ll meet you now, if you wish.”

Bakugou didn’t need an explanation on who ‘they’ was. He sat up straighter and hesitated to give an answer. He looked up to his Dam and nodded his head. “Alright.” He let out.

Masaru gave him a reassuring nod. He turned to Mitsuki and took the shorter blond with one hand. “We’ll be just outside the room, don’t worry.” Before Mitsuki could say anything about the matter, Masaru pulled her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

The silent room made him anxious. He looked down in worry. He wondered if he was doing the right thing. There could be a chance that you both had compatible scents and that it wasn’t meant to be. It made him anxious.

He was never the traditional omega, always being loud, abrasive and aggressive. Beating down Alphas to prove himself and show his worth. Bakugou had been a living contradiction to his own secondary gender his whole life. He was wild but his inner omega was tame. Yet, sometimes fighting that contradiction got tiresome.

It did get tiresome for a while.

Not saying he was going to bend over and present in submission for whoever this Alpha thought they were. He was still himself. But maybe he would take his dam’s advice and go into this with the intention of later.

The door opened and you walked in. You closed the door behind you and turned to face the room. You met Bakugou’s gaze. His crimson red eyes were sharp and intimidating, looking you over as if you were under a microscope being studied. A smile spread to your face, you knew who he was, anyone with access to the news knew of the great Omega Hero Dynamight.

Up close however, he radiated another level of attractiveness. As much as he always held that angry scowl on his face unless at photoshoots, he was still undeniably a beauty. He had built up muscles and a hard stature for his hero work but there were points to him that just didn’t stop from being voluptuous, like his chest and hips. He had eyes that seemed painted on with a gentle stroke of a paintbrush and skin as flawless as soap.

The top Omega hero that was compared to the likes of All Might.

“Morning.” You greeted.

Bakugou was silent for a moment. The smell of your savoury scent now becoming present in the room. It was making his Omega salivate in want. It certainly approved of you. Bakugou inspected you. You were around his height, not taller nor shorter. He approved of how you looked, finding you attractive. You caught his staring a slight raise to your right eyebrow.

Bakugou grunted and looked to the side, his face becoming warmer. “Mornin’.” He greeted back roughly. He internally wanted to slap himself in the face for sounding like he needed to clear his throat.

However you didn’t seem to mind. You walked over to sit on the one seater in front of him. You fell back easily. You extended a hand across the table. Something told you, you would have to put in a bit more effort with him, but you didn’t mind. Your Alpha told you it would be all worth it in the end. “Y/N.”

Bakugou glanced down at your hand and back up at your face. He turned his body to properly face you. He extended his arm and met your hand. His warm hand gripped yours, even with hero work and training, his palms retained a soft feel to them due to his sweat. You found his hands pretty. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You both shook hands, ignoring the slight tingling you both felt up your arms.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bakugou.” You told him honestly. You let go of his hand, not wanting to overstep, despite wanting to keep his hand in your hold. You leaned back against the couch, your legs spread naturally. You noticed that the blond didn’t seem to smile much. You chuckled. “I’m guessing your parents put you up to this?” You asked.

He grunted giving you that as your answer. You laughed not minding his lack of words. Bakugou found that intriguing.

You didn't find the way he seemed hesitant or less outward disrespectful or wounding. “I get you. My dam was getting worried about me, saying that I needed someone in my life.” You explained.

Bakugou’s nose scrunched up slightly at the familiar words. “My stupid old Hag thinks the same.” He scoffed. His gaze towards you turned into a glare. “I don’t need someone in my life.”

He wanted to slap himself across the face right then and there. Masaru told him to be open and to go in there with an open heart, yet here he was shutting things down before they could even properly start.

You barely even noticed his glare, finding it cute more than anything.

You leaned forward and poured a cup of water. “Of course you don’t.” You stated immediately. Red crimson eyes widened as he looked up at you. You were a strange Alpha that was for sure. You offered him the first glass you poured. His hands felt sweaty and fidgety so he decided to take it, grunting out a thanks. “You’re a very successful person.” You elaborated as you poured yourself a cup of water. “You seem in a comfortable place in your hero career, you are clearly an independent soul and no doubt could have anything you wanted if you wished for it.”

Bakugou took a sip of the water you gave him, a slight waver in his grip. Your analysis on him was quite spot on and made him nervous. You made him nervous. Made him feel like his head was underwater and he was suffocating. “Then why the hell do you think I’m here?”

Your smile turned more into an amused grin. You shrugged. “Why is anyone here?” You asked.

“Don’t use your fucking riddles on me.”

You almost spat out your water with a laugh. Seeing you laugh made his lips tug up in a small smile. Something deep inside of him happy to know he made you smile. You leaned back as you calmed down. “Sorry, sorry. What I meant to say is, we all don’t want to be alone. That’s why we’re here. Not because we need to but because somewhere within ourselves we want something and hopefully we can find this something here.” You motioned around the room.

Bakugou took in what you said. He hummed in agreement. “I agree.” He let out softly. That in and out of itself was something weird for Bakugou to admit. You could tell that he was acting a bit out of character but not in a bad sense. He had you intrigued. He cleared his throat when he felt like your eyes were on him too much.

He noticed that you liked his body, your eyes not straying too far from it. Normally he would have slapped an Alpha for such an act but not with you. He felt bashfully, a surge of confidence a bit at being looked at. His omega was more than happy to know that you approved of him. The uncomfortable feeling in his abdomen returned, making him shift as he crossed one leg over the other. He needed to get a better grip of himself.

“What do you do?” Bakugou asked. “Other than coming to pairing agencies.”

You chuckled at what he added after the question. “My family owns an insurance company that specialises in hero and villain related accidents.” You told him. You motioned your glass to him before tilting it towards your lips. “You make me a lot of money Dynamight.” You told him with a smirk before taking a sip of water.

Bakugou found it hard to swallow at the way you said his hero name. His thighs tensed as he pressed his thighs together.

His face didn’t change however in hiding most of his emotions. “Do I?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “Indeed.” You started fiddling with a pillow beside you. “What do you like to do outside of hero work?” You asked him.

“Cooking.” Bakugou could not believe he just blurted that out without hesitation. You raised an eyebrow intrigued. He covered up his flustered expression with a frown, but it came out more as a pout as his cheeks turned pink. “It’s calming. If I wasn’t a hero I would probably want a restaurant somewhere.”

“Family friendly or high end?” You asked him, genuinely wanting to know.

He was quiet for a moment. “A little bit of both. Somewhere that has a certain level of pristine to it but also a place where families, packs and pups can go.”

“You like community? Family?”

“Yes.”

You were silent. You shifted the pillow over your lap as you finished the water in your glass. “That’s good to know.” You spoke more to yourself than to him.

Bakugou quickly realised the hidden meaning behind that. He prayed to the heavens you couldn’t smell his slick or how his scent was no doubt sweeter. He could barely believe what he was going to say. “You know I don’t do the whole traditional we both meet each other, announced paired and move in together bullshit. Especially anything with being some bride to you now.”

You nodded your head in understanding. “Thankfully.”

“IF and only if I decide to, you would have to court me.” He stated with a harsh stance. “Obviously.”

“Till I say so.”

“As it should be.”

“I am not some Omega that’s going to fucking suck up to you and call out to you like a fucking kitten.”

“Damn I hope so.” You looked out the window. “What’s more sexier than an Omega that can handle themselves?”

Your words made Bakugou blush. His cheeks turned pink and so did his ears. He looked away from you with a scowl on his face. He wasn’t supposed to like what you just said. His Omega wasn’t supposed to be practically yapping out to try and prove themselves to be a good mate to you. His Omega wasn’t supposed to want to force him to go down on his knees and present for you. He was supposed to be stronger than this, yet, he couldn’t calm the racing of his heart or the way his insides called for you. Your smirk broadened ever so slightly as you finally noticed the spike in caramel and cinnamon to his scent.

Bakugou let out an attempt of a growl and placed the glass cup loudly down on the table, but not with enough force to break it. He stood up and folded his arms under his chest, elevating them. He wore a black turtleneck that hugged his waist nicely, focusing on how small it was.

His eyeliner suited his eyes as he glared down at you, his heeled boots giving him a sense of superiority to you. “Saturday.” He stated. “11am. I like horseback riding. Red Lily’s Equestrian Park.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise that he was initiating this. You stood up and placed your hands in your pockets. Suddenly you were both standing face to face. He was slightly taller than you due to his shoes but there was no doubt you were both the same height roundabout.

You thought over your schedule. You gave him a firm nod. “Done. Do you like picnics?” You asked him.

He hesitated. He tried his best to keep his neutral expression. He shrugged. “I don’t hate picnics.”

“Cool.”

“I don’t like flowers, but I do like plants.”

You chuckled. “I see. What about jewellery?” You asked him.

He huffed, trying to ignore the heat up his neck. “I don’t hate jewellery.” You hummed in thought. “So I guess that means you’re a rider.” You stated, your eyes glinting with something mischievous. The look you were giving him made his throat close up and his stomach twist into knots. You shrugged. You looked him up and down, straying on his thick thighs for a second. “Suits you.” You looked him back in his eyes. “Saturday. 11. Horseback riding. Picnic. No flowers but maybe plants or jewellery.” You confirmed with him.

He nodded. “Think you can handle that?” He asked you.

You chuckled and turned around. “I can handle what you throw at me, Bakugou.” You opened the door to the room and sent him a glance. “See you then.”

You left the room.

Bakugou was silent, his body felt like it was going into overdrive and like he was about to crash. He looked down at the ground, his grip on his biceps hard. Any second longer in the room and he probably would have dropped into preheat. Then the realisation struck him.

He was being courted by someone.

“So?” Masaru asked as he peaked his head to see inside at his son. “How did it go?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

Bakugou was silent. He moved and strutted out the door, his head held high and his face emotionless.

“Saturday.”

A laugh stumbled out of your lips as you finally relaxed, your body becoming slack on the sheets. Your eyes were half lidded as you looked up at him, lust and want in your gaze. It was expected with the man who had been married to for 2 years.

You moved your hands to cup your breasts for him. Your fingers moved to twist and move your nipples, pulling just enough to sting. Just enough to make your pussy squeeze his fingers as he pulled them out of you. "It's not fair you leave me while you go on a mission, and you get to still have me when I don't have you."

The focus switched to front view as Izuku's eyes aren't on the camera but on you out of frame. Forrest eyes are swallowed by pupils that were enraptured by you. Izuku had always been enraptured by you. He was incapable of even faking otherwise. His lips were wet with a mixture of saliva and your slick.

A deep hum came out of his throat. "Well we both know that isn't true, baby."

"And how isn't it true?" You asked.

"I try cum enough to leave enough still inside you while I'm gone." He said as the camera switched again focusing down on the lower part of your body. His large scarred hands sat on your abdomen, his thumb brushing over where your womb was underneath. Your body shivered at the implications.

The video then cuts to being set not even 5 feet away from the bed, not that the distance mattered. You were loud enough that it felt like the phone was right next to the both of you.

The camera was positioned so that it captured the broad expanse of his freckled back. He was so gloriously muscular and strong. He was the Number One hero and it showed with how his hips thrusted into you. He wasn't stopping for anything. The constant slap of his palvis against your skin was a consistent rhythm in the audio.

Your feet peaked over his shoulders as he held thighs, keeping your legs as his grip to pound into you. Your legs kept twitching as he bottomed out inside you again, and again, and again. You couldn't breathe deeply because it felt like he was right in your stomach, pounding against your lungs.

His thick cock was always such a delicious feeling inside you. You often didn't even need him to move to feel at peace, to feel whole. And yet here you were, so greedy for more.

You didn't mind being greedy. Your husband loved you greedy.

"OH FUCK! DEEPER, IZU!" You cried out higher pitched than normal.

He let out a huff. "Deeper?" He asked lowly, sweat beading down his neck. His green curl as a darker shade due to the sweat in his hair. He moved to cage your body underneath him, his hands resting at eitherside of your head. With one large hand and a shift he moved to reallign himself before slamming back in.

You arched up into him as you screamed to the heavens. "YES!" You moaned deeply. Your thighs were nearly touching your chest as he had you folded in half.

Izuku groaned as he threw his head back for a moment before moving his hips again. "I love fucking you. Good Lord, this pussy always holds me so good. You trying to suck me dry, aren't you?" He asked as your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Yes! Yes, I do. I want you to cum inside me. I want your baby." You pleaded.

A deep animal like sound left Izuku as a flash of lightning rippled across his back. The bed creaked but held up (custom made for such scenerios). He shifted and the video caught him over you, his heavy balls slapping against your rim.

"I'm gonna come." Izuku warned you as your fingers gripped his shoulders, digging into his skin leaving marks.

"Inside." You pleaded as you moved a hand into his curls.

With a groan turned whine Izuku came. His groans unhindered as he closed his eyes and burried his head in the crook of your neck as you massaged his scalp. You were humming in content continuously, your legs now wrapped around his waist to keep him planted there.

"You're coming so much." You praised as you felt each and every squirt inside of you. You hummed as you let him twitch and stay planted deep and fully sheathed inside you. It was the moments like this where you felt most close to him, most like you were one.

Izuku chuckled. "How could I not when your cunt massages me like it was made for me." He said lowly. He kisses your lips, before diving his tongue inside your mouth.

Your body relaxes as you unravel around, him allowing him freedom to move now. His arms move to wrap around you for a moment, hugging you for a moment. He moves back, finally pulling out and getting out of the way of the camera. He grabs the phone and focuses it down between your spread legs.

Your clit twitches at the attention as your swollen pussy enters frame. A thick white trickle has already spilled out of you, moving down to your puckered room. You giggle moving a hand to rest over your mound. A large pulse of frothy white cum spills out of you.

Izuku groans deeply. "Lord have mercy. I'm keeping this one for sure."

Eijiro exited out of the room, moving down the hallway, servants and lords bowing their heads to him as he moved towards his personal chambers. The stone walls of the castle were made out of dark black stone that was said to be burnt from an old dragon that melded the rocks together. Eijiro entered his room, placing down the heavy Valyrian steel sword against a table as he fell back down on a cushioned chair. He let out a sigh as he draped a hand over his eyes. Today was a long day of meetings and strategy. 

Katsuki chuckled as he stood at the door. “Should I send dinner to your room?” He asked. 

“Please.” Eijiro groaned. “And send for a Meyster.” He stated as he rubbed the side of his head. His eyebrows furrowed as he sat up. “I have a headache.” 

Katsuki’s eyebrows twitched but he let out a grunt and closed the door. 

Now alone, Eijiro put his head back with a sigh, glad to finally be alone. He didn’t think that leading a war against the Todoroki’s would be so difficult but he couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. He opened his eyes again as he looked back at the view from the mountain top. The Sunvaile manor was built into the mountains with its village surrounding it. Eijiro never thought he’d ever be here in his ancestral home, at least not leading it as Prince and rightful heir to the throne. 

Eijiro barely remember his parents, he only knew of the tragedy that befell on their house. It was a great gathering here to celebrate the birth of King Kirishima Ryosuke the second’s second born, a son, after having had his eldest daughter a few years before. It was a tradition that the Kirishima family had whenever a baby was to be born. Having the babe born in their ancestral home where dragons were said to have first been discovered in this world, was said to be good luck. The parties were extravagant and with such a big house with so many members, Eijiro could only remember faces of people that looked so similar to one another.

However Todoroki Enji, Lord of Turnes, had plotted in secret and assassinated nearly every member of the Kirishima family to ensure that there was not a single person to claim the throne. Fortunately, Eijiro’s mother and father, Lord and Lady of Summersvale, managed to hide him away with a loyal sword that would send him far away so that when the time came he would ascend the throne. The last thing Eijiro remembered of his mother, her hair being the deep red of her house Toyomitsu and not the inherit trait of Kirishima black, and the whispered spell she had cast over his hair. 

One of the most noticeable features of Kirishima lineage was the inky black hair and ruby eyes, a pair of traits that never separated from one another. Many of his elder siblings, his father, aunts and uncles had the same trait. A dominant gene that never left. However, the next time Eijiro looked at his reflection in cold water while on the run away from 

Summersvale, his hair was a crimson red, similar to that of his mother. 

Unfortunately the loyal sword that had managed to get him out of Summersvale had fallen at the ends of smugglers and Eijiro found himself sold into slavery at the age of five. He was fortunately bought by the Bakugous, the family that led the BakuLands. He was young and was quickly taught the ropes, making sure to do what he was told as a little errand boy in exchange for food and a place to sleep. However, Eijiro always had an interest in the sword, and that’s how he met his best friend and brother at arms, Bakugou Katsuki. 

Katsuki was an annoying little shit, but he was loyal and a good friend. He easily befriended Eijiro mostly because Eijiro was the only boy willing to befriend him other than the son of Katsuki’s former wetnurse, Midoriya Izuku, the bastard. Lady Mitsuki rather disliked Eijiro, not liking the fact that her son had made friends with a servant but it was the most she was ever going to get out of him. Eijiro trained beside Katsuki in secret and served him. 

That was until Katsuki’s parents had taken Katsuki and consequently Eijiro as Katsuki’s personal servant, to Summersvale. It happened purely by chance that their hunting party had stumbled upon the caves that the dragons nested in. With a flash of fire, Eijiro trying to save Katsuki’s life, Eijiro was left unburnt and unscathed, however, like a phoenix’s burnt wings, his red a flame hair turned black like ashes. And ever since then, the whispers moved around the realm saying how one Kirishima had survived that night. 

Prince Kirishima Eijiro. 

Or at least, that’s how Eijiro remembered it. 

Eijiro wondered what life would had been like did his parents survive, if that fateful night had not happened. He wondered if right now he’d be surrounded by his sisters, if he would be sitting down having dinner in a hall that was filled with laughter and bright smiles. If he would learn under his father to become the next Lord of Summersvale or whether his eldest sister would have taken the title (unlikely but a thought regardless). He wondered if he’d still be the same man as he was now. 

He was taken out of his thoughts at the sound of racing footsteps out in the halls. Eijiro’s eyes flicked to the door before it opened. Katsuki stood there with heavy breaths as he kept the door opened standing in the doorway. “Eijiro, you must come and see this.”

Eijiro’s eyebrows furrowed as he stood up from his chair, grabbing his sword as he did so and heading with haste out of his chambers. Katsuki escorted him out of the room and down the hall. “What is the matter? Is it the Todorokis?” 

Katsuki shook his head as he headed towards a window that faced the front of the castle. “No. They bare a different banner.” 

“Whose?” 

Katsuki motioned for Eijiro to look outside. The setting sun had bathed the tops of the mountains in orange but otherwise darkness was quickly overtaking the land. But that did not stop Eijiro from seeing the banners that were being carried by a hoard of men, soldiers that were heading towards them, close enough to be concerning. At the sight of the black banners that bore the red sigil of a dragon curled up with flames surrounding it like the sun, Eijiro stiffened. 

Katsuki sighed as he nodded. “They bare your banners.” He stated. 

It didn’t take long before both men made it outside, Eijiro grabbing his clock and throwing it over his shoulders, a black furred mantel resting on his shoulders. It was once his fathers and he had always been shy of wearing it, but he prayed that it would give him strength right now. Both Katsuki and him headed down the outside stairs into the courtyard as the gates were opened to allow the visitors through. 

Entering on horseback on a white stallion was a man neither Eijiro nor Katsuki thought they would see again. Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Deku?!” He let out surprised. “You bastard! You’re still alive?” 

Sitting atop the stallion was a green haired man with freckles that littered his skin, his green eyes looked down at the blond with an amused glint but a deep dangerous poison brewing underneath. He scoffed as he got off of his horse. “I see you haven’t changed, Kacchan.” He stated as he landed on the ground with a thud as he walked over to the two men. Izuku’s eyes went to Eijiro, his eyes assessing him. It had been years since he last saw the other man. He bowed his head. “Your grace.” 

“Izuku, it’s been a while.” He let out offering his hand. 

At the sign of friendship Izuku took it with a smile of his own. “It has. Last time I saw you, your grace, your hair was red, not black.” 

Eijiro chuckled. “A lot has happened.” 

“Indeed.” 

“Deku,” Katsuki folded his arms over his chest with a frown. “How are you alive and why on earth are you and your forty thousand men baring up Kirishima banners? Have you finally come to help our cause?”

Izuku hesitated before an amused chuckle came from his lips. “I am here to fight a Kirishima cause yes, just not yours.” He revealed before motioning up to the sky. “Hers.” 

Eijiro looked up to the sky, clouds seemingly undisturbed however as he kept looking he noticed something strange moving closer, rippling through the clouds. An odd sound went through the air, a loud roar that sounded different from his own dragon. His eyes widened as a large dark dragon came flying in the air over the caslte. The force of the wind, nearly knocking many back but Eijiro stood his ground. 

He noticed a person was riding a top of the dragon as it circled around, gradually getting lower to the ground. Finally, the large dragon settled on one of the thick walls of the castle, made to be that thick due to the dragon claws and weight. The large beast let out a loud roar, snaking its head up to the sky almost in victory at being back home. It ruffled its wings before lowering its head to pear down at the men that were staring up at it in fear. 

Eijiro’s men had sort of gotten used to his own dragon, Riot, but that was mostly because she was the only one left. Or so they thought. 

Sitting perched on the dragons body was a woman, who’s eyes bore into Eijiro’s like a mirror. Something twisted inside of him, wondering who on earth you were. The dragon lowered his head with a scuttle as you unseated yourself, using his wing to slide down and land on your feet. You were dressed in black, in a jacket and suit that suit you well as you walked forward to stand before Eijiro and Katsuki. 

Izuku stiffened and bowed his head. “You stand in the presence of Y/N of House Kirishima, first of her name, eldest daughter of King Ryosuke Kirishima, second of his name, rightful heir to the throne, the princess of skies and speaker for the broken, the unscorched lady of the night.” Izuku introduced as you stood looking at Eijiro unwaveringly. 

Eijiro blinked at the introduction. He turned to look at Katsuki. Katsuki looked at him then quickly got the jist. “This is Eijiro.” He stated plainly. Eijiro punched his side. “OF House Kirishima.” He continued with a glare at his best friend. He cleared his throat and motioned back to Eijiro. “He’s Lord of Summersvale.” 

You raised a slight eyebrow at the short introduction but it was more in amusement than anything. You chuckled as you looked over at the man in front of you. He was undoubtedly a Kirishima male. The long thick black hair that cascaded down his back like a mane and the burning intense ruby eyes that he had were enough to tell you. “Cousin.” You greeted with a smile. 

Eijiro’s eyebrow twitched as he recognised you. Despite having spent years apart, the sight of one of his kin was enough to assure him of your identity. Blood could recognise blood. “Cousin.” He acknowledged. At his acknowledgement, Katsuki looked at him shocked, but Eijiro couldn’t didn’t take his eyes off of you. 

“It has been far too long.” You started, your eyes moving over his figure once more. Despite seeing him and seeing what was once your little cousin Eijiro, his size surprised you. He had grown to fill the large disposition that was infamous of the men in your family. Large broad shoulders and a tall thick muscled demeanour. He was taller than any man you had ever seen

and carried himself with such prowess. “Last time I saw you, you were but a boy still young enough to be attached to your mother’s tits.” You let out snidely, earning a humeroued smirk from Izuku and stifled chuckles from his men. 

Eijiro’s eyebrows twitched. “Last time I saw you, you were but a girl who didn’t have any.” He shot back earning some laughs from his own men behind him. 

You stood your ground, your smile not faltering as you looked at him. “We have grown.” 

“Yes...” His eyes moved down your figure, your stomach tightening in knots as you watched him. His eyes flicked back up to his face. “Yes, we have.” He joined his hands in front of himself as he glared down at you. “What are you doing here Y/N?” He asked with a furrowed gaze. 

You let out a breath. “How about we discuss this inside? It is getting late and cold and I’d rather give my men some rest.” You stated. 

Eijiro was silent for a moment but nodded his head. Katsuki gave him a pointed look that Eijiro ignored. “Katsuki arrange for her rooms to be ready. We are heading inside.” He ordered as he turned around and headed inside. 

You followed after him, motioning for Izuku to tell your men to set up camp for the time being in case you would have to leave the following day. You and the rest of your advisors headed into the castle. You looked up at the formidable entrance, stone dragons perched near the entrance, the size of young dragons barely able to be ridden yet. You turned to look at your own dragon. He was getting herded away by dragon chamberlains, them speaking to the large beast in High Valeryian. You trusted that he would behave himself and so walked in after Eijiro. 

Eijiro did not speak as you followed after him. But you didn’t want him to speak as you looked around the castle halls. It had been so long since you had been back home here, back to your ancestral home. A part of you felt as though you could feel your family’s embrace even though shrouded in the darkness of their demise. You saw a family portrait hanging formidably. 

Your uncle Takeo and his wife Yua with four little girls surrounding them and a little baby boy in Yua’s arms. You knew it was Eijiro and a part of you wanted to scoff at the little thing. He seemed like such a brat. 

You continued to follow him into a room you were never allowed in as a child. A room where all the men of your family sat, often talking plans when it came to governing the seven kingdoms or when it came to the family. Your eyes looked at the table, the map of all the kingdoms set before you. Your fingers slid on the obsidian marble that was the table in front of you. Your eyes moved to the head of the table where your father used to sit. 

Eijiro watched you, how you silently reminisced as you slowly walked through the room. It was quiet as you did so, everyone spectating you. Your eyes moved up to him, noticing how he had moved to sit at the Head of the table. You gave him a tense smile as you sat the opposite end. Izuku took his place beside you and Katsuki stood beside Eijiro.

Eijiro’s hands were joined together in front of him as he watched you with a analytical gleam. “I assume that this visit isn’t a familial one amongst kin.” He started, now that everyone whose ears needed to be in the room, were there. 

You hummed as you leaned against the chair you sat in. “Indeed.” You nodded your head agreeing with him. “I heard about your cause all the way in Chalrogo. After some thoughts and talks amongst me and my councilmen, it was decided that the best course of action was to find you and join our causes so that I shall take my rightful place on the throne.” 

“Your rightful place on the throne?” Eijiro asked with a scoff as he looked at you up and down. A humoured chuckle left his throat as he did so. 

Your eyebrows twitched in annoyance as you sat up. “Do you find something humorous?” 

Eijiro nodded his head with a smile. “The fact that you think you belong on the throne, is humorous.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Why?” Eijiro asked with a scoff. He motioned to you before leaning to the side with his hand supporting him. “No woman has ever sat upon the throne.” 

You knew he would say that, every man has said that. “I am the eldest born and only child left of King Ryosuke.” You reminded him. “I have a greater right to sit on that throne more than you.” 

“Ah, but you forget, cousin.” Eijiro let out with a tsk as he shook his head. “I am the oldest male of the Kirishima House left, which automatically makes me Head of the family and King by default.” 

“Your father, swore an oath to his older brother, my father, that he would be loyal and dedicated to our reign.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your eyes on Eijiro. “Your father owes me that vow and you, as his son, are the only one left to uphold that.” 

Eijiro frowned at your excuses. He found them pathetic and rather humerous. He couldn’t ignore the matter at hand that was your new found existence in his life, but this all seemed a bit much for him. Katsuki stepped forward. “Excuse me, Y/N-” 

“Princess Y/N.” Izuku corrected with a glare. 

Katsuki rolled his eyes at Izuku’s interruption. “Yes, yes, your grace,” He said dripping in sarcasm. “But last time I checked, your brother was born and named heir on the night of the Burnout flame.” 

You rolled your own eyes. “Oh please. My younger brother had barely lived longer than an hour before his life came to an end due to the usurper that is Todoroki Enji.” 

“At least there is one thing we agree on.” Eijiro pointed out. “You want to join our forces.”

You let out a breath, trying to regain control of yourself and a sound mind. You nodded your head. “The blood of our house is stronger together, is it not?” You asked. “I have 45 000 men and fifty ships ready and waiting at my disposal, as well as enough gold to burn.” 

Sero Hanta’s eyebrows twitched as he tilted his head. “How much gold?” He asked. 

You glanced to Izuku. He nodded as he turned to the door and opened it, allowing two of your armed men to carry in a chest filled with gold. The chest was brought down on the floor with a heavy thud, coins already spilling out of it. Eijiro and his men had wide eyes at the sight of it. 

“I have fifty of those.” You revealed bluntly. 

Eijiro was silent as he looked from the chest over to you. He wondered what on earth you had been through and what you had done in order to have such power at your back and call. 

“Your grace,” Both him and you had turned your heads to look Toyomitsu Taishiro. He looked to Eijiro with an earnest look. “Joining your forces under one banner would give us the advantage. A hundred thousand men strong would be enough to defeat the Todorokis with the right plan.” He acknowledged. Eijiro’s eyebrows furrowed but he listened. He owed this man, his uncle, his life and a lot more. He trusted him. Taishiro turned to look at you. “Besides, your house must be united now more than ever. And forgive me for saying, my princess,” You smiled. “But you look just like your mother. Even now.” 

You smiled gently at the complement. You nodded your head in gratitude. “Thank you, Lord Toyomitsu. My house will always be grateful for the loyalty and fealty to us.” 

“Yes, my nephew has told me.” He acknowledged as he motioned to Eijiro. 

Eijiro frowned as he looked over at you. Here you were, sitting in front of him almost as if you dropped out of the sky. Eijiro was not sure what to do. He let out a grunt. “I think it is obvious that together we are stronger than divided.” You nodded at the obvious. “Then I agree. We will work together to unseat King Enji from the throne.” 

“Then who will sit on the throne?” One of your advisors, Lord Aizawa Shota asked as he leaned back in his chair tiredly. 

You turned to look at Eijiro and he stared at you right back. You forced a smile to your face. “I think we can determine that like adults, can’t we, Eijiro?” You asked with a smile that Eijiro wanted to pull off of your face. 

He nodded curtly. “Of course. But please, we shall show you to your rooms and we can eat dinner together, as one.” You nodded your head as you stood up from opposite him. All of your men stood up and followed you out of the room, followed by a servant that was summoned by Katsuki. Once you finally left Eijiro let out a groan as he leaned back and dragged a hand down his face. 

“So…” Kaminari Denki started lowly as he tapped his fingers on the table. “Are we just going to ignore the fact that she looks like every man’s best dream?” He asked openly.

Eijiro glanced at the blond man with a glare which quickly shut Denki up. He wasn’t wrong, you had grown a lot since he had last saw you. You were a woman now. In every shape of the word and it haunted him. Suffocatingly so. You were smart, he could tell by the arsenal you had behind you but you were also beautiful and deeply aware of it too. He could tell by the way every single man in the room was unable to look away from you. 

“This could be a trick.” He let out lowly as he thought about every possible scenario. 

“If so, she’s a very needed trick.” Sato acknowledged, his arms folded over his chest. “She comes with men, ships and a hefty sum to her name.” 

Commander Hounddog nodded his head with a low grunt. “She’s perfect to your cause, your grace.” 

“But then comes the real question…” Taishiro started as he adjusted his seating, minding his large belly as he did so. His golden eyes moved to Eijiro and the younger man knew that he was going to say something that would make the entire room uncomfortable. “Are you going to wed her?” 

Eijiro let out a loud laugh at the thought. “Wed her?!” He asked motioning to the door. “She’s my cousin!” 

“Yes but… It’s kind of what your family does.” Sero let out with an awkward smile. “You’re a Kirishima, she’s a Kirishima, you both have blood that stems from a time of old magic and dragons.” 

“It would solidify your claim to the throne.” Tetsutetsu recognized earning hums from around the room. 

Eijiro scoffed as he stood up from his chair. “Oh please! That’s appalling. I don’t have to marry her in order to stake my claim. My mother was not a Kirishima and I have the same claim as she does!” 

“But that is because your grandfather, King Shinyo first of his name, wanted to cement the ties between our two families.” Taishiro reminded his nephew with a pointed look. “But your grandparents were both from House Kirishima, her parents were both Kirishimas.” 

Katsuki nodded with a hum. “Siblings in fact.” 

Eijiro glared up at the blond. “You are not helping!” He told his best friend. “If marrying a woman is so important, fine I will do so, but it damn well will not be her! My blood is thick enough to not need her for anything other than her assistance to the throne. By the end of the season cycle, I will be seated as the next king of the realm, whether she likes it or not.”

When he cooked, it was almost as though he could shut his brain off from everything outside of the house and focus on the meal he wanted to prepare. With the pantry always stocked, the fridge filled with ingredients for him to use and cooking recipes stocked from one side of a shelf to another just for him, he could spend hours in the kitchen just to pass the time away. Those were the worst days. Days he had to shut down and escape because his mind would feel as though it would split in two. But then again, he had only been allowed to cook for the past four days.

He would set the table to no fault, just how you liked it. With your place at the end of the table and his place on your right-hand side. He would set breakfast in a new way each day, trying out presentation tactics as best as he could. Just as he would finish placing coffee on the table (another privilege he had earned a few weeks ago), he would hear the sound of your bedroom door open and the clank of your heeled shoes on the marble floor. He stood behind his chair, hands gripping the back of his chair harshly.

You walked in, busy on your tablet. You were reading something on the screen as you made your way towards him. Bakugou felt that heavy feeling of anger flow through him at seeing you. It was no longer disgust. Disgust had vanished a few weeks ago when he was last punished, but since then he had been on his best behaviour. He needed to be on his best behaviour.

He had to find a way to leave.

You looked up from your tablet finally and smiled over at him. “Good morning, Katsuki dear.” You greeted him, walking over to him and placing a kiss on his cheek. You had a habit for physical affection, and it was one of your main forms of manipulation over him. It was a way of rewarding him. You walked to your place that he had set out for you. “How did you sleep?” You asked pulling your chair and sitting down.

Once you were seated, Bakugou sat down as well. He never understood how in all the time you had brought him here, you never once showed fear towards him. Never. You never seemed to show anger either. If anything, you would show him disappointment if he deserved it, but not anger.

It made him angry because he never could understand why.

“Well, thank you.” You had also quickly dug manners into him. Something you thought would take you longer to accomplish than it did. His hands stayed on his lap as he looked down at his plate. “How did you sleep?” He knew you liked it when he asked things about you. When he talked more.

“Just fine.” You told him honestly. You started to dig into the food, not hesitating to even wonder or ask what he had put in it.

You trusted him much more than you should have.

He could have poisoned your food. He could have done so much, but at the same time, he couldn’t poison you even if he wanted to. There was nothing harmful in the kitchen. Only food and ingredients. Nothing else other than maybe the knives.

You smiled at the tasty food. “This is amazing, as always Katsuki. Thank you.” You said in gratitude, continuing to eat. Bakugou nodded silently, finally picking up his own hands from his lap and starting to eat.

Eating was often done in silence unless you initiated something. Sometimes you would talk about the day you would have ahead or maybe a project you had due. Bakugou would do his best to try and sound somewhat interested in what you had to say. He did not know what job you did but you seemed rather relaxed in it. You were in a seemingly comfortable position, enough that you could spend days here at home with him whenever you seemed to please. 

After breakfast you stood up with your plate empty, heading back to the kitchen to put your things in the sink. Bakugou sat back in his chair as he wiped his mouth. “Katsuki.” His body stilled.

He could feel a tingle at the back of his mind that instantly put him on edge. He slowly turned his head towards the doorway. Knots started to form in the pit of his stomach. He let out a stuttered breath as he watched the doorway.

He heard the sound of your shoes before he saw you. Your eased back expression, replaced with one of almost pity. You frowned softly as you looked over at him. You crossed your arms over your chest to look at him. “I thought you had gotten better.” You let out looking down at the ground. You let out an amused scoff. “However, I’m not surprised. You are Katsuki Bakugou after all.” 

Bakugou swallowed as he watched you push yourself off the doorway. The tingling at the back of his head started to grow, making him nervous. He didn’t move. He couldn’t dare. His body wasn’t responding to his flight or fight reflexes anymore because he knew there was no escaping your quirk. There was no fighting it. Your eyes started to glow a purple, vivid and rich as an aura surrounded you. You walked over to stand in front of him. You didn’t touch him, which in and out of itself was bad. 

Your face showed no emotion. No anger, no sadness. You looked stone cold. “Where is it, Katsuki?” You asked him. 

“I-” His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, like a stone weighing down on it. He knew he was screwed. Of course, you would notice. When did you not notice? He shook his head, placing one hand on the table beside him. His breathing increased as he looked away from you and then back to you. “I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. I-”

Before he could finish his statement, you activated your quirk. Bakugou cried out in pain as he clutched his head. A striking pain, sharper and more painful than any headache could cause rippled through from the back of his head. Tears sprung at the pain that he never got used to. He felt himself fall from his chair onto the ground. Then came the heat. The searing burning heat that spread from his head down his body. He felt like he was being engulfed in pain. Pain. So much mind-numbingly painful, he couldn’t focus on anything else. Even breathing became a struggle.

You watched with an unbothered expression at the man down on his knees in front of you. He choked out a cough, tears already falling down his face. “I’m sorry!” He shouted, mostly because his ears were ringing, and he couldn’t hear himself. He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise. Please!” He cried out, looking up at you but you didn’t change your stance. Your face nonchalant at the blond. Suddenly another surge of pain wrecked through his head making him cry out louder, hands gripping the sides of his head.

The pain your quirk did to him often made him feel as if his whole being was being split apart. No injury in all his years as a hero had ever made him feel as much pain as you did. It ran deeper than just being physical. It rocked his core harder and harsher than any mental torture that could ever be done to him. It was excruciating and made him feel as if he was going to die. 

His body reacting out of his control, he tried to apologise but he couldn’t help but retch at the pain. He covered his mouth trying to keep his breakfast inside his body. Yet with the pain from his head and the burn of the acid in his throat, he couldn’t. He coughed out the contents of his stomach out onto the floor, gripping his neck now at the pain. His stomach was still doing flips but he couldn’t even think of where to focus his attention on when everything hurt.

Next was his lungs. He couldn’t breathe. Gasping for air as his body sank lower to the flower as his vision became spotty. “F-f-fuck! I-t-t’s under the chair! It’s under the chair! Just p-please-” He choked on his own spit trying to speak. He felt his head start to feel light.  

He thought maybe he finally did it. He ticked you off to the point where you were going to kill him. Finally kill him. His body grew slack on the ground as he felt his mind leave his body.

You eased up your shoulders and then the pain faded away from his mind, allowing him to breathe. Bakugou gasped as he breathed heavily. Blissfully nothingness in his head, but the tingling sensation still there reminding him that you could continue your punishment at any time. You walked over to his chair, past the mess he made,  crouching down, feeling the bottom of the chair. Pulling from the bottom of the chair seat was a kitchen knife. You took it in hand and walked back to the kitchen, unbothered by Bakugou. 

His body was shaking. His mind was paranoid by the power you held over him. He clutched his body, fear rippling through him as he tried to calm down his breathing. His throat hurt and he felt and looked like a mess. You walked back to where he was, crouching down to his level. You looked at him sympathetically. Covered in his own puke and drool and eyes looking tired, distant and unfocused. “Poor Katsuki.” You put a hand to the side of his face. You pulled out a cloth and started wiping at his mouth. “My poor boy. You did so good taking your punishments. You know I have to give them to you when you’re bad. You know this. So why do you do it?” Bakugou couldn’t control his body from leaning into his hand. His body relaxing as a tear slipped from his face. “Hm?” You wiped the tear marks on his face.  Making sure his face was clean, you moved him away from the table and brought him to lean against the wall easily.

His eyes were dazed, unfocused, before landing on you. Wide pupils in his crimson eyes. “Sorry.” He whispered so quietly it was a wonder you heard him.  It hurt to speak but he still said it.

You always promised him one thing. You would never hurt him with your own hands. That was true. It had been true since you brought him here. 

And yet you broke him so many times. 

Your hands were his solace, your mind his greatest fear. 

You smiled at him sweetly, pulling him closer to you, to place his head against your chest to hear your heartbeat. “Don’t worry, Katsuki. I forgive you.” You pet his head sweetly, your hands threading through his hair. The soft blond locks moving between your fingers. You pulled him gently to lay his head in your lap. He sighed against you. Eyes closing. Nothing. He felt nothing. Absolutely nothing as he lay in your lap. It was a blissful feeling. “However...” You started. You felt him go tense in your lap, however you kept threading your hands through his hair. “I have to remove your kitchen privileges.” He opened his mouth to try and argue but then he felt the tingling sensation once again. “You understand, don’t you?”

He kept quiet. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

He closed his eyes as he leaned his head closer to you. “Yes, Mistress.”

You moved to grab some grain for flour for porridge and added it to an empty pot. You ladled water into the pot from the water barrel that was inside the home and then moved to mix with spoon to ensure no lumps. You had done this thousands of times and you would probably do it for another thousand mornings.

Once porridge was on the fire and bubbling you move to carefully move the pot that had been boililng of water and filled half a pot. With the normal water you mixed to make some warm water and you grabbed a spoon. You walked to the door that led to the boys' rooms. You opened the door with your foot to see the morning light barely trickle in and the boys snoring away. In this room was Shoyo and Hero and Asahi. Each boy having their own bed of straw and sheep wool and feather pillows. Hero had his foot out of bed and hanging off the side snoring away.

You walked to fill the jug on the dresser with warm water as it sat beside an empty bowl and towel. Enough for them to wash their faces and wake up. Once the pot was empty you turned to look towards your three sleeping sons.

You raised your spoon up and started banging it against the pot. BANG. BANG. BANG. "GOOD MORROW MY LITTLE SPROUTS! RISE AND UP YOU GET!" You shouted as you moved through the room.

Asahi's eyes shot open before covering his head with his pillow. "Ma! It's too early."

Hero stumbled and rolled out of bed landing on the floor with a thud. "Ow."

Shoyo sat up slowly, having grown up with three older brothers he was used to the noise. The four year old turned his head to look at you before a gentle smile went to his lips. "Mama." He smiled as he reached his arms up to you. "Morning mama."

You set down your pot on his bed and gave him a kiss to his forehead. "Morning my sunshine." You said gently, moving your nose across his. He let out a soft giggle as he tiredly blinked up at you. You stood back up, putting a hand to his head of soft green curls. "Up you get! You know we've got much work to do before the first frost comes in. Up you get!" You told your sons.

With many grumbles, you watched as your sons got out of bed, making their way to put on their clothes and splash their faces. You smiled and walked back out the room to set the table, grabbing wooden bowls and placing them down. Seven places for the seven members of your family.

You smiled and moved to mix the porridge that was hanging over the fire boiling.

The door opened and standing there was your sixteen year old son, Toshinori, who let out a low yawn. Once Toshinori turned fourteen, Izuku had decided that he was old enough to have his own room as the eldest, which really just meant sleeping in the loft in the barn. Much to your surprise Toshinori happily took it, wanting his own space away from his siblings.

Toshinori's eyes widened before he smiled gently. "Good morning ma." He greeted with a smile. He had already been out working no doubt with his father. He was already sixteen, and you thanked the lord everyday that he was still alive and well, that all his brothers were.

"Morning, Toshinori. You sleep well?" You asked as you mixed the porridge, trying to make sure it would be thick enough to last the till lunch. There was much work to do being harvest season.

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded as he walked over to rinse his hands in the water by the door, making sure they were as clean as possible.

"Where's your father?"

"Outside, he said we should have breakfast without him."

You paused at that. You knew Izuku sometimes skipped a meal in order for the boys to get more. You loved him dearly, knowing that he would sacrifice himself so much for his family, however you worried for him nevertheless. You let out a breath trying to cover up your pause. "Alright then, grab your brothers and bring them to the table. Porridge is ready and you should all eat before its cold."

Koda was on your hip as you watched Shoyo who was carefully grabbing eggs from the chicken coop. You could feel the bite of winter was coming soon, but that would not be for another moon or so, which meant a whole lot of harvesting. Every one of your sons were busy moving across the fields helping their father harvest the barley and rye in the fields.

You adjusted Koda who let out a whine as he was on your hip. You had already fed him milk and a bit of porridge which he had managed to keep down thankfully and seemed sleepy again. You frowned as you checked his forehead once more.

"Morning, Mistress Midoriya!"

You turned your head and walking down the lane was Kane Bakugo. The boy the same age as your eldest son. He was dressed in the clothes of the Bakugos, a merchant family. Despite his father's rivalry with your husband, the boy often came here to spend time with your family and your boys.

Your shoulders dropped in relief at the sight of him. "Well morning to you as well Kane." You greeted. "You have come just in time.

He rolled his tunic sleeves up with a smile, his soft crimson eyes reminding you so much of his father. "I apologies that I am late. Morning lessons with my father lasted longer than expected."

"Not a problem at all, I am still ever grateful for your help." You said as you handed over Koda to the boy in front of you. Koda glanced up at Kane and gave a small smile, his small hand patting Kane's arm. You knew your youngest son, despite being so sickly and ill, enjoyed Kane's company and used whatever energy he had in order to play with him. "I have already given him his fast and he seems about wanting a nap. I must just go into town and I'll be back in a bit. Shoyo is out collecting the eggs and I told him to harvest from the kitchen garden too. Please make sure he does so." You stated as you walked back towards your front door.

"Of course, you can count on me." He said happily taking the responsibility on himself. He was always such a good helper to you.

You put a hand to his face making his cheeks blush before going back inside. You grabbed a shawl to cover your shoulders and a hat for your head. In your own bedroom you grabbed the purse of coin.

You moved out the house again, down the mud road before stopping. Your husband had your ox hitched with a cart behind him. His muscles glinting with sweat having been working for hours already. He straightened up his posture, stretching for a moment before his eyes finding you. He smiled, his eyes crinkling in that familiar way that they did. "Wife." He greeted with a smile as he walked over to you.

You reached a hand up to his face, wiping his cheek with your thumb. "You did not break your fast with us this morning."

Izuku paused before scratching the back of his head with a low chuckle, deep green curls flexed with a few grey at his temples. "I lost track of the time." You gave him a stern look that only made him laugh. "I promise."

You slapped his chest gently. "You tell nothing but fibs." Seeing through his response he sighed, knowing nothing can get past you. You smiled regardless. "I am heading to the market for a new needle and thread. As well as salt so that when we slaughter the rabbits and pig soon we shall have enough for it."

Your husband hummed as he lifted his gaze to look over towards where Hero had been feeding the rabbits and checking on them as a break from harvesting since he was the youngest out of his older two brothers. "You are right. Please past by Eijiro to see if he has finished the nails I need. Don't worry about paying for 'em. I promised him rabbits fur once we have it."

You hummed at the request, reaching your hand up to pick a grain out of your husband's hair. "Don't you think Toshinori would rather go there himself."

Your husband snorted at the thought. Your son had in recent weeks begun courting your village's blacksmith's daughter, Satomi Kirishima. The girl had been infatuated with Toshinori since they were both but toddler but Toshinori had only finally understood her attraction in recent years. "I think he needs a break from girls. When I placed the order I saw his eyes basically down the poor girls shirt. Had to distract Eijiro enough to make sure he didn't double the price of the nails."

"Sounds like he's your son indeed."

Izuku pouted making you giggle. Although the face he made did not last long as he stared down at you. You could have married Katsuki, a merchant's son and had a life galore and yet you chose to marry him, a simple farmer. Everyday he was so grateful for you and the sons you blessed him with. Even when life was hard he never would change a thing.

"What?" You asked Izuku who had been staring a while.

"I am so grateful for a woman like you who can stay on top of things here." He stated putting his hands on your hips. "You wouldn't have to do all the housework alone if we had a girl."

"Too bad I gave you boys."

"We can try for a girl."

You scoffed as you rolled your eyes. "The midwife is tired of seeing my face every second year." You turned around about to leave your husband to his work before you felt a slap to your bum over your skirt. You let out a shout before turning around wide eyed. "Izuku!" You chastised, your face hot.

Izuku grinned with a chuckle. "With an rear like that the midwife shouldn't be surprised."

-Glitch1d

“Wait, I’m sorry.” You stopped anyone from speaking as you tried to grapple your mind around this. “I’m sorry.” You chuckled, finding this funny, making your son cringe. “Is he having sex!?” You asked motioning to your son. You looked to him wide eyed. “Are you having sex?!”

Toshinori hesitated before answering you. “No,” He said looking away from you. You sighed in relief your shoulders falling. “Not currently.” You looked to your son speechless. “And I didn’t catch an STD. I… I gave her something.”

“Who!?”

“Hina.”

You tried taking deep breaths, trying to think about a way to tell your best friend that your son had probably given her daughter an STD. “Mina is going to kill me.” You let out.

Izuku looked between the both of you. “Hold on. Toshinori, what did you give her?” He asked as he looked to his son. “Herpes? Syphilis?”

“A baby.”

“A ba- ” Instantly your husband stopped talking as you both froze. Izuku went slack jawed as he looked at his son with wide disbelieving green eyes. Toshinori shrunk back trying not to break down himself at the look on either of your expressions.

You suddenly felt like you couldn’t feel your body. You moved to grab onto something, anything. Luckily the counter was there and you had to lean your entire body onto it. Izuku immediately moved to hold you in his arms, holding you as you tried to wrap your heads around this.

Your son. Your seventeen year old son in third year of high school, had gotten a girl pregnant.

You were speechless. Utterly humbled and speechless.

You took a deep breath as you tried not to faint at the news.

Izuku kept you up easily as he turned to look at his son. He opened his mouth to speak but realised he didn’t have the words. He let out a deep sigh and you could see him age ten years older.

Toshinori opened his mouth. “I know it sounds bad- ”

“No, it is. It is bad.” Izuku interrupted him, not wanting to hear any excuses. “You got Sero Hina pregnant!?” He asked loudly. “You’re telling me, you, Midoriya Toshinori, got a girl pregnant?”

Toshinori kept his mouth closed but nodded his head.

Izuku turned to you, easily moving you into his arms and marching right past his son to put you down on the cushioned chair in your room. You looked up at your husband, squeezing his hand in gratitude. Your son followed the both of you outside of the bathroom, switching off the light inside. You put a hand to your head as you took a moment to think.

Izuku started to pace as he put a hand to his chin, thinking to himself on how on earth this could happen. Where did the both of you go wrong? Izuku paused and turned to Toshinori, putting his hands together as he looked serious. “Were you wearing protection?”

“… No.” Izuku let out a groan as he moved his hands over his face. “But!” Toshinori started again as he stepped forward. “But Hina told me she was on the pill so- ”

“So you decided just to stick your dick in and call it a day, Toshinori?” Izuku asked rhetorically. You could see that your husband wasn’t angry. You weren’t angry. You were both just confused and disappointed, and your son could feel it. “Are you ready to be a father?”

“What!? No, of course not.” Toshinori defended shaking his head like it was an obvious answer.

“Then why on earth would you have sex if you aren’t willing to accept the consequences of your actions?” Izuku asked stepping forward closer to Toshinori.“

"I didn’t think this would happen!” Toshinori shouted. Izuku walked over to where you were, leaning against the chair you were sitting in.

You closed your eyes for a second before opening them again. “She told you this?” He nodded his head. You took a moment to think. “What’s her plan?”

Toshinori scratched the back of his head. “She can still finish third year but she wouldn’t be allowed to do any of the internships with hero agencies until after the baby is born. She isn’t… she isn’t entirely sure what to do right now. She’s telling Uncle Hanta and Aunty Mina today so…”

You took another moment to think before taking out a breath and looking up at Toshinori. “Toshinori.” By the tone of your voice, he could tell that you were about to be frank and serious with him. He swallowed down hard but looked at you. “If she decides to keep this baby, you are going to work your freaking ass off to be the best goddamn father and partner to her. Do you understand me?”

He nodded his head. “Yes.”

Your husband’s eyes flicked over to your eldest son. “Yes who?”

Toshinori squeezed his eyes shut, realising his mistake. “Yes, ma'am.”

“Do you have any feelings for her?”

Toshinori paused. He looked down not entirely sure by the look in his eyes. “I… I don’t know.” He answered honestly. “It kind of just happened cause I broke up with Satomi and Hina was there and she said she liked me and- ”

“I don’t care about logistics right now, just answer the question.”

“I don’t know.”

“Well figure out.” You shuffled to sit up straight. “Cause if you do, you should learn to love her cause I don’t feel comfortable with you having a baby mama and not being married to her. That’s not how we raised you and that’s now how that child deserves to grow up without a solid family there.”

Toshinori nodded his head. “Yes, ma'am.”

Izuku folded his arms over his chest but motioned to Toshinori to leave. “Go to bed, Toshinori. Your mother and I need to talk about this.”

He nodded his head. You could see the tears in his eyes, clearly feeling overwhelmed and like he just disappointed you both more than he had ever done before. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, baby.” You said, letting him close the door behind him.

It was silent in your bedroom. You both looked at each other.

Suddenly you heard a phone vibrating. You looked beside you at your side table. It was your husband’s. You picked it up and flashing there was a name you didn’t want to talk to.

Sero Hanta.

Izuku saw the name, he took a deep breath as he turned to look away from you. “Fuck.”

"You are disrupting the homogeny of our country!"

Katsuki scoffed. "A country that has more elderly than children every year. The culture of our society needs to change if we are to grow into the powerful empire you and your other elitist want to bring back."

Mitsuki growled as she slammed her hand down against the table. "Don't patronise me, pup." She spat at him. "You are part of that so called 'elitist' group as well."

"Then you should know that I am doing this for the betterment of not only myself but also for this country. You still want a strong hero like myself that keeps Japan's people sleeping so easily, then you would accept the person I choose." Katsuki reached under the table and held your hand tighter.

Mitsuki glared at the both of you, a frown clear as day on her face. She scoffed. "Fine, but don't come crying to me when the media decides to stab you right in the face for your choice." She turned, walking out of the room, her slippered footsteps loud enough to feel like a jab into yourself.

You knew she wasn't wrong and it was clear when the news reports came out telling you exactly what the media thought about you. Japan was a largely conservative country and despite the need for tourism and a younger immigrant population to help sustain their aging one, it did not change majority of their minds. Katsuki fell five places in the hero rankings lists and it swallowed you up inside.

"Babe, why should I care?"

"It's your future, Katsuki!" You said trying to get him to understand why you were so distressed. "It's your job, your life! I don't want to be the reason you can't even-" Your voice broke as you turned away from him, covering your mouth.

Katsuki watched you for a moment, realising how much this meant to you. A low rumble left his chest to comfort you. Katsuki was never good at comforting but he tried when he could and this was one of those times. "Babe." He said lowly as he took you into his arms and nuzzled his face against yours. "You think I care about what those stupid extras say?" He moved to take your hands off of your face. "I don't give a flying pigs nutsack about them." You couldn't help the snort that came out of your nose. At the sound his purrs grew louder. His beautiful eyes, those red eyes that always looked to you, his pupils wide with love. "I can love my country, serve my country... and love you too."

And he was right of course. His ratings went back up after your wedding and Katsuki proudly boasted you online and with his friends influence as well, you were slowly being integrated into the new legacy he was paving.

Midoriya Izuku

When his mother found out about you, honestly she was just grateful her son was getting married at all.

"Really Izuku, I was so worried. With all the premarital relations you were having I was starting to think you'd have a baby mama."

"Okaasan!" Izuku's face was red as he stood washing the dishes in his childhood home. He had decided to come to talk to his mother one on one after the dinner yesterday where he had officially announced to the world and his mother that he was engaged. One of the few prime Alphas in the country, now off the marriage market... by a foreigner.

Inko was quiet as she watched her son wash the dishes from their dinner together. She looked down at the tea in her hands as she thought back to how much life had changed for them. Izuku used to be a beta kid with no quirk in sight and a dream that, Inko fully believed, would not come true. Now he was a Prime Alpha, had a quirk called One for All and was the Number One ProHero in Japan. Life couldn't be any better for him.

She was proud of her son she really was. But...

"Izuku..." She said lowly. "I know you love Y/N. They are such a good Omega to you and treat you so well and everyone around you. I have no doubt you will be happy but..." She hesitated before looking up, her eyes on his back. "They aren't Japanese." At that she heard her son stop as the clatter of dishes and soapy water was put to a halt. He had frozen in place. "Which means raising children that won't look like others or have the same heritage."

"What does looks have to do with anything?" Izuku asked softly. "I have a friend who's head is a raven's."

"But he's Japanese. You know how this country is like."

"Would you love my pups if they looked a bit different to me?" Izuku turned to look at her his eyes transparent without a specific emotion.

Inko's shoulders lowered. "You know I would."

"Then I don't see the problem, Okaasan." He said turning back and continuing with the dishes. "I did not fall in love with Y/N based on ethnicity or heritage or how they look. I fell in love with them because they complete me and because I love them. If our kids look a bit different than blessed are we for even having any in the first place. I don't care about all that. I've spent most of my life an outsider already." He said rinsing the final plate and putting it to dry on the rack. "I can spend the rest of my life like that again if I have Y/N."

It was true, Izuku got a lot of questions from the media. Some downright atrocious especially when you were both trending on social media after your engagement photos.

"Why are you marrying a foreigner, ProHero Deku?"

"Wouldn't you much rather marry a good Japanese Omega instead?"

"The Hero Commission asks you heroes to promote family values and children, is this a way for you to fulfil your duties?"

It made Izuku disgusted with all the people who dared to say such things. He knew being a hero meant being part of the elite. He was well aware of that. There were things he had done in the name of his job and the name of his peace that he was not proud of, however this small brainedness was getting way too close for comfort.

He had been silent about commenting, hesitant, knowing his PR team could handle it and advised him to let them handle it. But there was only so much a man can take.

Especially when he found himself on the street after saving lives yet again and another journalist stuck their phone in his face.

"Are you against your heritage prohero Deku?"

Izuku sighed heavily as he furrowed his eyebrows. "I love my country, I love my heritage and everything that has funnelled into making me the person that I am. But I also love my partner, my Omega." He stated firmly. "In a country that wishes to increase birth rates I would think people would be understanding how I am starting a family and would be proud of me. Family is an important virtue in our country and I plan to start mine. With who I choose."

Kirishima Eijiro

Eijiro was nervous about introducing you to his family as his fiancé but not for the reason you think. You thought he was ashamed of you. You thought that he just could not bring you to his parents proudly because you weren't from Japan. You couldn't blame him but it still hurt.

"Sweetness, you know I love you." He said as he tried to get close to your nest but you hissed at him.

You were in tears as you sat in your nest on his bed, too upset to let him near you. "Then why can't you proudly tell your family we're engaged."

He winced as he swallowed down hard. "I just-" He closed his eyes for a moment before letting out a frustrated growl. "My family can be a lot sometimes. They are... they're big in the whole legacy and family thing. Old money stuff. I just... I don't want them to drive you away."

"But you won't even give me a chance." You whined as you burried your face into your nest hiding from him.

Eijiro sighed as he knew you would take a while before allowing him back on the bed. Or it meant him sleeping on the coach. But he was being honest.

But you were correct too and he knew that.

Which is why he closed his eyes with a sigh and went to work on getting on a few calls.

He had warned you, a lot. All the way on the drive to his parents estate. He had begged you even.

Only once you had gotten to the Kirishima estate did you understand why. It's because Eijiro's biggest fear wasn't because you were a foreigner. No. Not at all. It was that you would love his family more than him. And he had every right to feel that fear.

"Who's this sexy Omega?"

"Hey I want to see them!?"

"Eijiro snatched up you? To think our little brother could get someone so gorgeous?"

You were surrounded by three large and big female Alphas. All with the Kirishima ruby eyes and long thick hair some black and some red. They stared down at you with bright sharp smirks and smiles. They're scents clouding you as they surrounded you.

One had a pixie cut as she folded her arms over her chest. You had picked up she was the eldest, her name was Akari. She tipped her cowboy hat to you. "Well aren't you a doll. Are you hungry? How about you sit down and we rub your feet for you? Omegas shouldn't be on their feet as long as there are Alphas around."

You understood why Eijiro had nine sisters all of a sudden.

Eijiro let out a groan as he put a hand to his face. "This is exactly what I was afraid of." He muttered as he dragged his hand down his face. His sire, Kirishima Takea laughed as she leaned against the counter in the kitchen. "We're just giving them the warm Kirishima welcome."

"That's the exact problem." Eijiro grumbled as he looked back to where you were now being carried off by his large Alpha sisters to be sat down with the other OMegas in teh family. His younger sisters, one Omega being Tamami smiled and chirped up at you as you were being carried over the shoulder, her holding a fluffy blanket to nest with.

Takea smiled at her large family before settling on Eijiro. She drew in a breath. "Eijiro..." She started as she straightened up your posture. "You are aware of how this looks for us right? For an old blooded family like our own."

Eijiro kept his back to his sire and didn't change his facial expression as you waved your hand to him, happily surrounded by his big family. "I know. And I'm prepared to defend them."

His sire was silent for a moment before a low rumble left her chest. She let out a loud laugh so much like her only son's. "Good!" She shouted patting him hard on the back. "Then you better marry that one quickly so we can have more Kirishima babies. I only have 2 grandpups so far. And make sure you breeed her during Summer so that they can give birth in the spring time. We'll have our next shipment of diamonds for a gift."

"ABBA PLEASE!" Eijiro shouted.

Needless to say, the Kirishimas did not care.

Asahi snorted before giving Hero a fist bump.

It's true that since becoming a dad, Izuku had gained what you liked to call 'the Daddy body'. Thick in all the right places, living off of two servings of every meal you made him, and thighs thick enough to crush you and a frame that towered over your own. He was perfect in your eyes, and so ignored his sons entirely.

Toshinori hit Hero on the backside of the head as he walked over to his father with a smile. He handed him his watch. "You look handsome dad." He put his hands on his father's shoulders before giving him a serious look. His smile dropping from his face. "If you do not have my mother back by twelve, midnight, I will drag you by your boxers back home."

Izuku chuckled with a bright smile, seeing himself in Toshinori, specifically when his mom would go out on dates with All Might. Izuku shook his head. "That's funny, Toshinori."

"What's funny?"

"The fact that you still think I'll have my boxers on by midnight."

Kane coughed out a gasp as he hit his chest. Hero looked unsurprised while the Shoyo and Koda looked both confused. Shoyo looked to Hero. "What does dad mean? Why wouldn't he have his undies on?"

Hero sighed as he put a hand on Shoyo's shoulder. "Well Shoyo, let me tell you a secret that dad told me six months ago. Babies don't come from the stars. You see, when dad takes off his boxers-"

Kane quickly was off of his chair and a hand clasped over Hero's mouth to stop him from talking. He gave Hero a harsh crimson glare before looking back at an innocent Shoyo and Koda. "Daddy and mommy are gonna have bath time." The two youngest Midoriyas nodded their heads, understanding that part.

Suddenly the sound of heels went through the air as the boys turned to see you. You came down the steps, with a smile on your face. You kept your hand on the railing as you descended in a beautiful deep dark Midoriya green cocktail dress with a slit rising high to your upper right thigh and your husband's hero cape in your arms and small purse in your hand.

"Alright, boys, your father and I will be back later. Please no burning down the house. Kane, Toshi, you're in charge. Toshinori, no girl enters this house. Make sure the little ones are in bed before nine, ten at the latest and Koda needs to go pee before bed, the else he might wet the bed again. Make sure to keep his night light on. and switch the ones in his bathroom on as well so if he needs the bathroom at night, he can see." You instructed as you made it to the bottom of the stairs.

It was silent.

You blinked. "What is there something wrong with my dress?" You asked looking down at your outfit.

Shoyo had his mouth open in shock before let out a gasp. "MOMMY YOU LOOK GORGEOUS!" He got off his little island stool chair, running over to you with Koda.

"Mommy! Mommy, you look so pretty!" Koda praised as he made upsie hands to you making you laugh.

You picked him up and left a little lipstick shaped kiss on his face. "Thank you, baby."

Asahi smiled with an expression you rarely saw on him. "I don't even think I need my glasses to see how wonderful you look mom." He got off his seat and gave you a kiss on the cheek as well.

You chuckled, putting a hand to his shoulder. Kane came over to you, taking Koda from your arms and into his own. He smiled at the sight of you, warm rose red eyes on you. "You're majestic, mom. Don't worry, I'll make sure everything is under control till you get back."

You smiled, before putting a kiss to Kane's cheek making his ears burn red. He looked down away from you. "Thank you, Kane."

"Mom!" Toshinori announced himself as he pushed Kane out of the way. "As your first and favourite son," He self declared, earning glares from his brothers. "I must say that you..." He paused before smiling. He pulled you into a hug, a kiss to your head. "You look beautiful."

You smiled at the voluntary hug from your oldest son. You pulled him closer. "Thanks Toshi. Now be good, okay. I don't want Aunty Mina to tell me you threw a party while I'm gone."

"Me? Throw a party? Never." He said dramatically, making you glare at him.

"That's why I'm here." Kane stated. Toshinori turned to him heavily offended.

As the two began to bicker, you shook your head and turned your attention to your husband. You walked over to him, as he stood there absolutely motionless and shocked. Not a single thought in his head as he looked down at you.

You giggled as you put down your things and cupped his face. "You look so handsome Izuku."

Your husband blinked, before a broad right sided smirk went to his face, a sharp glinting white canine only making his smirk more devilishly handsome. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you unashamedly closer to him making you let out a sound in surprise. He let out a low hum. "You look delicious." He let out in a low growl as he pulled you into a kiss.

You couldn't help but giggle but you kissed him back, butterflies in your tummy. However, what you didn't expect was for him to pull you closer, a hand moving to the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss, insatiably hungry for you. You tried to ignore the tension in your abdomen at his tongue in your mouth as he pushed further into you, almost as if he was trying to mesh your bodies together so you could never leave him. You felt a hand grasp your ass as he coped a feel of you.

You heard a gag, making you turn around away from Izuku. Asahi had a hand over his mouth as he made a retching sound. Hero also looked as if he was going to be sick. "Get a room!" He shouted.

"Keep things PG!" Toshinori defended with a scowl aimed at his father. "Especially you, mister grabby hands! There are children present!" He motioned to his brothers before looking back at his father. His eyes widened before letting out a groan. "Mom! He's not even listening to me!" He defended.

You turned back to look up at your husband who's eyes had never left your face. His pupils were big as he stared down at you. A look in his eyes that told you that you were going to have a very long night. You swallowed down hard as you ignore the tension in your abdomen aimed at you. "Change of plans boys." Izuku said out loud. "We won't be back till tomorrow morning." He stated unashamedly, making your face burn. He gave you a loving squeeze. Izuku grabbed his keys and put down a black card on the table. "Order what you want, see you tomorrow."

Without a second delay, you felt him sweep you up and onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You let out a shout in surprise. "IZUKU!" Your face felt hot as a harsh slap went to your backside as he ignored you. He picked up your things and marched straight for the door. "Izuku put me down!" You protested as your husband made a beeline for the door, closing it with his foot behind him.

Toshinori and Kane stood, jaw to the floor in shock.

Hero took out of his pocket a 5000 yen bill (30 USD). "5000 Yen, our next sibling is born nine months from now."

Asahi took out another bill and slammed it onto the table. "Double it that it will be a boy."

"But that's obvious!"

"Then why didn't you say the obvious?"

Toshinori sighed and slammed down another bill. "Triple it."

Your husband's large hand moved up and down your leg as you both finished dessert at your favourite restaurant. You giggled as you sipped on the wine you had in your hands, another gift from Izuku, brought over to you.

He motioned with a hand, a worker of the restaurant leaving before the chef came. "Mr and Mrs Midoriya." He bowed at the waist to the both of you.

You smiled at the chef you had known for years. Izuku sat up straight with a smiled. "Sato-san, The meals were spectacular as always."

The chef smiled, his hands clasped together. "It is always an honour to serve you both with only my finest." He looked over to you. "Mrs Midoriya, I always keep your wings waiting and ready for you, should you need them." He teased with a wink down at you.

You chuckled. Sato-san was one of the few non-essential people that knew whenever you were pregnant for the soul reason that he would become your private chef during your pregnancy cause you craved his food. "It's always very much appreciated."

He bowed again to the both of you. "Have a good rest of your evening and happy anniversary."

You both nodded as the older man left. Izuku motioned for the bill with one hand, his eyes on you like a love sick puppy. "I made reservations for us at Aman, for the evening."

You raised an eyebrow. "Did you?" He nodded his head. You smiled with a chuckle. "Then I can finally give you my gift without interruptions?"

He hummed as he took your hand with his other arm, lifting it up to kiss. "Of course."

The bill came, a waiter who looked incredibly nervous to be standing by the Number One ProHero and his wife stood beside you. "Here you go." He bowed.

Your husband took the bill. He opened it and hummed. The waiter took out his card machine. "10% tip sir?"

"Double it."

"Double it? So 20%?" He asked his eyebrows raising at the amount on the receipt, knowing that such an expensive restaurant it would be a big tip.

"No. Double the total, that's the tip."

"DOU-" The waiter's eyes widened comedically as he looked at your husband. He looked to you to clarify. You raised your hands up, showing that you had no control over what your husband chose to spend his money on today of all days.

Izuku chuckled as he took the machine away from the waiter and punched in double the number on the receipt. "Don't worry about it. Tonight is my anniversary and I'm feeling generous." He confessed. He took out his phone and tapped it onto the machine and the money left without him even batting an eye on whether it would get approved or not. Izuku stood up and walked over to your side of the table, offering you a hand as he helped you out of your chair.

You smiled at your husband's manners. "Thank you." You said with a nod, kissing his cheek.

Your husband grinned, before escorting you out of the restaurant. His hero cape sat on your shoulders, a proud symbol of your family, as you walked towards the elevator. You walked out of the VIP area, all eyes falling on you and your husband as you saw other civilians sitting down to eat. You smiled kindly at them with a wave as you and Izuku entered the elevator to head down the building.

He tightened his hold on you as he moved to kiss your jaw, making you blush. "Izuku, please." He hummed as you felt his mouth on your neck, a lick to your bare skin. You let out a heavy breath as you tried to keep your standard face without much emotion. "Behave until we get to the hotel."

He paused but nodded his head, surprisingly, letting go of you. You sighed in relief as the elevator dinged and it opened on the ground floor.

You both ignored the paparazzi and the cameras as you made your way out of the building. Izuku opened the door for you into the car and you entered first before him. You stayed cuddled into his side as your driver drove you to the hotel. You both barely used a driver, considering you both preferred to drive yourselves, but you did use him for official events.

The car stopped at your favourite hotel. Izuku exited out first, opening the door for you, allowing you to step outside. You walked hand in hand inside. Izuku didn't even have to check in, flashing a wave to the secretary who motioned to a footman at the elevator door that handed you both the card to the Presidential Suite for the evening as well as notifying that your bags were already taken upstairs for you.

Izuku deciding for you both to spend your anniversary night out of the house made your plan and gift for him much more pleasant.

You both entered the familiar penthouse suite that was the hotel room you were staying in. It felt more like an apartment penthouse than a hotel room, but you didn't mind.

Izuku took off his hero cape from your shoulders and you stepped out of your heels. "I have a gift for you Izuku." You told him honestly.

Izuku hummed with a raised eyebrow. "What if I don't want a gift."

"You don't have a choice." You told him with a laugh. You brought a hand to caress his face, kissing his cheek. "Go sit down on the bed." You whispered against his skin. "I'll be there in a minute my love. Strip a bit more for me." You playfully brought a hand over to his belt, moving down the front of his pants to feel what you knew was aching for you.

Your husband's eyes rolled back with a groan as you moved your hand up and down his boxers. Your hand felt so good, although minimal pressure and between you and him were layers of clothing, he could feel you as if your hand was right against his skin. His eyebrows furrowed. "I don't think I can wait long."

"Patience." You chuckled. Placing a kiss right on his cheek, before grabbing the bag you needed and walking right into the bathroom, leaving him be.

Now it was time for you to panic.

Well not panic, but this might not have the desired effect that you hoped it would.

Now the symbol of the Midoriyas was a rabbit. It is an animal that your husband has an unusual attachment to and learned to love and became an avid owner of them. He cared for many rabbits in your garden and the both of you were registered rabbit breeders even.

However, you weren't sure how you far you were taking this fixation.

You took a deep breath as you looked yourself in the mirror. You were in a playboy bunny outfit. Fishnet stockings gripping your legs as you stood in black heels, bunny ears on your head.

You bit down on your bottom lip.

What were you thinking?

You were nowhere near as beautiful as you were in your twenties and here you were trying to doll yourself up. You swallowed down hard.

You just had to give it a shot. You took a deep breath as you walked out of the bathroom.

Sitting on the large Californian sized bed was your husband. He was stripped of everything other than his lack of shame and his tight boxer briefs. His eyes were closed as he leaned his head back, dark green curls falling with few strands of grey. Each and every muscle in his body was relaxed and perfectly positioned despite him just sitting there. He was enough to make you drool.

At the sound of your heels, Izuku's eyes opened and he turned to look from where you came from, stepping into the room. His eyes widened in shock at what you were wearing, as comfortable as you might have been when you were younger, when you were at his side modelling clothing and underwear.

However you felt like a cow.

You covered your face as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

"Whoa, whoa, baby." Izuku was immediately up on his feet as he walked over to you, pulling you into his arms. He held you in his arms as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

You buried your face in his chest. "I'm sorry." You whimpered out.

"Oh my love. My beautiful, beautiful love." He picked you up into his strong big arms and walked over to the bed. He sat you down on his lap, slipping off your heels as he held you in his arms. "What happened?" He asked softly. "Why are you crying when you look so sexy?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his words as you moved your face back away from him. "I wanted to try out this outfit but... but when I look at myself..." You tried to fight back more tears as they came to your eyes. "I feel like a bloated cow."

"A cow?" You looked up at his face to see the most horrified expression. His eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head. "My love, no. No, no, no. Where on earth would you get that idea?" He put a hand to the side of your face, brushing away your tears. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Do you think I'm a cow?"

"No, you're so handsome."

"Than why would you think you were!?" He chuckled.

You looked down away from him. "Izuku, I've gained so much weight since having the boys and I've barely lost much of it and I-"

"I think you are the most beautiful than you have ever been since I have met you. Since I have known you, bunny." You felt your face grow hot. He picked you up and walked you over to the mirror. He stood behind you, kissing the top of your head. Wonderful green eyes looking over your body like you were a masterpiece. "When I look at you, you know what I see?"

You shook your head.

He smiled. "I see my beautiful wife, Y/N, who has stood by my side for nearly twenty years. I see the woman who carried six of my boys and so amazingly, with God given strength, has given me five handsome boys here on earth." Despite the warm loving smile on his face, tears beaded at your eyes as you tried your best not to cry (and failing miserably). "You are a mother, Y/N. Don't hate the body that gave me the reason I keep getting up in the morning to make the world a better place. This beautiful and amazing body, that I love so much, is all I could ever dream of touching because it belongs to you. I belong to you and you to me." He moved to turn you in his arms to kiss the top of your head. "I love you so much, it hurts." He whispered.

You nodded, blinking back tears from your eyes. "I love you too." You said, clinging your body to his warm one, trying to soak in his presence. You turned to look up at him.

Izuku placed a kiss to your lips that you happily accepted. His hands rested on your hips, large wandering hands feeling every curve, every flat surface, every stretch mark, every roll, every piece of skin he could touch. He moved to feel the fluffy tail behind you making you squeak. He chuckled, seperating from you. "I never thought I'd have a bunny wife, but I've got to say, this is pretty sexy." He acknowledged.

"You like it?"

"I didn't know I liked it until I saw you in it." He stated rather bluntly. "But then again, honey, you could wear a potato bag and I'd still find you sexy."

You couldn't help but giggle at how stupid that sounded and the fact that he would definitely find you sexy enough to get off to. Shameless man. "Izuku, please."

He laughed. "It's true!" He smiled as he looked over your body with a smile. He hummed as he looked over at the fishnet stockings and the fake ears. Then he moved around you to the tail. He paused.

That was strange. "Honey, there's a hole by your tail." he reported, noticing that your tail wasn't connected to the black suit you were wearing.

Almost like...

Izuku's face fell as he gasped. He looked at you bright eyed like a kid in a candy shop. You tried to fight back the embarrassment as he looked to you excitedly. "DID YOU-"

"Yes, it's a plug." Izuku let out an excited laugh as he quickly hoisted you up. You let out a shout before laughing as you kicked your legs trying to get free. "IZUKU!"

he threw you face first into the mattress, moving to push your knees underneath you so your ass could be up for his viewing. His eyes widened as he pulled the suit off of you almost insatiably, trying to free your skin. A flash of his quirk and it tore off of your body, him removing your fishnets too, as you were stuck in your tail and ears.

He looked at the bunny tail butt plug currently inside you as he held it between two fingers, tugging lightly, making you whine. He looked down at you pleasantly surprised. "You did this for me?"

You rolled your eyes. "Well I didn't do it for myself. You know I... I'm less adventurous than you but I thought maybe-"

"I love it." You turned back to look at Izuku who had flushed pink cheeks but a stupid grin on his face. "Oh baby, I love it."

He moved to lie on his stomach, moving to grab a hold of your ass with his hands as he snuggled his face behind you. You felt his hot tongue move down your slit, starting from your clit down towards your pinched hole, meeting the plug. You twitched at the feeling as he hummed in pleasure.

Your husband leaned forward, moving to lick and slurp at your sex like a starved man. You couldn't help but push back against his eager mouth as he lapped up your slit. You let out a sigh in pleasure as you relaxed on your folded arms with a sigh.

Your husband gripped you closer to him, suffocating himself in the mess that you were becoming as he lapped up every drop and every sliver of your essence that came from you. Izuku was never one to shy of finding your pleasure, his pleasure. Quite the opposite actually.

He was downright disgusting when it came to you. It was borderline concerning his disregard for shame as he with full force lapped up your slit and moaning.

You felt the knot in your abdomen tighten as you burried your face down in the sheets underneath you. You felt yourself tighten around the plug that was inside you, giving you more unlikely pleasure.

"Mh, so good." You heard him mutter from where he was perched behind you. "You're so good. So... so delicious."

You let out a gasp as you felt him focus on your clit, sucking at it. "There! Right there! Just- Fuck~" You moaned unhindered as he did as you pleased, building up the pressure inside you. Your husband knew your body like a well tuned car. He knew where to press and how he should handle you. It was the best feeling in the world to be with a man that was able to hold you and care for you and feel you like that. "I'm- i'm gonna cum." You breathed out.

You heard him groan as he shifted. "Come for me." He supported as he stayed right where he was, building onto your pleasure. You gasped as you felt yourself titter by that edge. Your eyes rolled back as a loud moan escaped your body.

Pleasure flooded your senses from your sex up to your brain, rendering you numb to the motions of your body. You twitched in pleasure, in pure ecstasy as your fingers gripped onto the sheets for dear life. Your mouth opened in a silent moan. Finally air entered your lungs as you sobbed, your thighs shaking at the orgasm you had just had.

Your breath was heavy as you tried to catch it, however, it was harder since your husband was behind you, not planning on stopping even after you had an orgasm. The vibrations from his moans was enough to have you clenching on nothing as you whimpered.

"Izuku." You whimpered out, another full body shiver going through you at his touch. You turned to look back at him.

Your husband seemed in a trance as his hips moved against the bed, humping the bed sheets underneath him as he lapped at your release. He groaned as he flattened his tongue against your slit and licked up your sex, his eyes rolled back in a groan. He finally moved back, lines of saliva and your release connecting his mouth to your sex as he took in deep breaths. He looked as if he had just gone through what you had.

A stuttered breath left him as he looked to you. "I... I nearly..." He was breathless as he looked at you. He moved a hand through his hair as he chuckled. "I nearly came in my boxers, holy shit." He laughed. "I haven't done that in years." He moved to sit up onto his knees.

You watched as he did, watching as he leaned back on his haunches his head tilted up with his eyes closed as he took a breath. Your eyes wondered down your husband's perfect body before finally landing down on the bulge in his boxer briefs. You bit down on your bottom lip.

Your husband was blessed, to put it lightly.

You turned yourself around, moving to sit with your legs spread. Izuku's eyes opened to look down at you, your eyes were down at his crotch. You were so easy to read and he loved that about you. He chuckled as he reached a hand down and grasped the thick outline of his cock. Your cunt squeezed nothing as you stared down at him. He watched his large scarred hands move up and down his bulge before he finally pulled down his boxers to allow his thick red tipped cock out. Precum spilled from his fat mushroom tip as he moved a hand to wrap around it, giving himself a squeeze.

Izuku moaned. "Fuck, I can watch you clench around that tail all day." He said as he moved to slip out of his boxers fully, flinging them to God knows where as he moved to crawl over to you. He grabbed a hold of your thighs and pulled you closer to him. You gasped as you stared up at him, your breaths heavy as he looked down at you. He moved to put his face right up to you. "Can I go slow right now?" He asked softly.

You stared up at him helpless but oh so eager. You nodded your head as you moved to spread your thighs. He slotted himself between your thighs as you rested down in the covers of the bed you were in. You watched as Izuku guided his cock to your wet lips. You felt his smooth head glide up and down your slit making you suck in a breath. You felt him press against your clit making you whimper.

Finally you felt him slip his head down to the entrance of your hole. He pressed in making you hold your breath before finally you felt his head inside you. Izuku groaned as he closed his eyes for a second. He wasn't sure what it was about today but he felt so sensitive. He tried not to lose his top at the feeling of your warm gummy walls holding onto him tightly.

He continued to push inside you making you moan softly. "Izu..." You whispered his name. "Izuku... Izuku..." You were whispering his name like a song, like something only for him to hear as your arms wrapped around his neck as he slowly slotted himself inside you.

Don't come. Don't come. Don't come.

Izuku stilled inside you, taking a deep breath as he pressed up inside you. So much of him filling you up effortlessly. You moved a hand through his green hair as your other hand ran over his expanse of muscles in his back. You heard a soft whimper come out of his mouth as his head was buried in the crook of your neck.

You shushed him sweetly. You moved him around, pushing the both of you so you could swap positions. You moved to sit on top of him, either thigh beside him as you sat perched up ontop of him.

Izuku opened his eyes, his breaths heavy as he looked up at you, floppy bunny ears on your head as you smiled dearly at him. You leaned down with a giggle as you kissed his lips, your hands resting on his pecs.

You carefully lifted your ass up, allowing him to slowly slide up and right before he could slip out of you, you pushed right back down. The moan that left your husband's mouth was enough to tell you that you were doing something right.

You clenched around him as you continued on your assault of his senses. Up and down. Up and down. You took heavy breaths as you focused on his pleasure and his pleasure alone, trying to side line the orgasm inducing feeling of his thick cock filled you and how his moans went straight to your clit.

"Y/N!" Izuku borderline whined as he kept a hand on your hips while another was buried in his hair as he closed his eyes, too stimulated for his own good. "You feel so- so fucking good. Keep going baby, keep going." He urged lowly, green eyes opening to watch how your hips moved ontop of him. He moaned as he nodded his head stupidly, green dark curls moving as he did so. "Just like that. Just like that. Come on baby. Come on. Make me cum. Make your husband cum. I wanna cum for you. Let me cum for you. Le- Oh shit."

Izuku took in a deep breath, gasping as he held onto you tightly. You quickly lifted up your hips, letting his cock slip out of you and slap his abdomen as he gasped. His cock felt cold, covered in your translucent juices as he twitched.

A broken sob came out of Izuku as he lay back against the bed. "My love please. Why did- why did you-" His voice hitched as he felt you grab his shaft. You had turned around into a reversed cowgirl position. You held his cock as you lifted up your rear and positioned his cock at your entrance. Finally you slammed him back inside you making a deep broken moan leave his throat. "Fuck! Oh dear God. Y/N, you're perfect. You're perfect. Use me."

Your husband was flushed red in the face, his mouth open as moans spilled out of his throat and he looked beautiful. You weren't sure what you did to deserve your husband falling into a moaning mess when he normally never did, but you would not forget this day.

Izuku snorted, looking away from you. His reaction didn't help the seriousness of the conversation as you couldn't help smiling yourself. You opened your mouth to speak when you saw the screen change for an ad break and the image made you and your husband pause.

Standing in the latest Calvin Klein campaign underwear bra and panties set was you. You leaned against a pillar with a smirk as the voiceover of your voice played in the background. You were posed in a way that accentuated your hips and made you look a whole lot more confident than you felt on that day. When they had approached you to do the ad you almost said no because you thought you just weren't worth it. After so many children you did not feel as though your body could do the underwear the justice it deserved but you went to set anyways.

You let out a groan. "Oh they finally got it out. I forgot it was coming out today." You said as you glanced down and paused.

Your husband stared at you on the screen, his pupils pulsed larges as he stared at your form. His gaze had darkened as he looked over your figure as the angles changed and it was you in tight fitting mom jeans, your back to the camera only showing your empty naked back with the Calvin Klein bra strap and the way the jeans hugged your ass.

Izuku drew in a breath as he shifted in his recliner. "You didn't tell me this was airing today." Izuku's voice was low as he spoke, his eyes still on the TV.

"Yah, I'm sorry. I forgot and I wasn't really proud of myself." You said rubbing the back of your neck. "I mean, I am in no shape to be standing like that."

"Like what?" Izuku asked looking up at you, his eyes not looking at your gaze. His eyes moved down your body and back up. He moved to put his hands on your hips gently guiding you to be on his lap. "Like the mother of my children? Like the most sexiest woman I have ever seen?"

You felt your face heat up. "Izuku..." You said nervously.

"Look at you. God, the sight of you so pretty like that." He said closing his eyes, remembering the sight he had just seen on the TV. A low hum rumbled out of his chest as his large arms pulled you closer as you sat on his lap. You felt his warm chest but not only that but the heavy thick print of him in his sweats underneath you. You let out a surprised sound. Izuku hummed as his thumbs rubbed against your skin. "You're so beautiful, Mrs Midoriya." He smiled up at you. "So beautiful. Makes me want to put another baby inside you."

You laughed and shook your head, despite the hot curling flames that erupted in your abdomen. The thought of your husband taking you, his thick cock splitting you open and spilling into you again... and again... and again... "Oh no mister, we agreed no more babies. You promised me no more babies."

"But baby..." He said with a smirk on his handsome face, his dangerous poisonous green eyes glinting up at you. He set his chin onto your chest, against your breasts. "You look so beautiful with my seed inside you." He let out lowly as his thumbs rubbed gently against your skin over your abdomen. "You should have told me when you were having the shoot." He pulled you down so that his lips could slide next to your ear. "I would have had you so full, my cum would have been sliding down your thighs in those shots."

You slapped his shoulder and looked away, your neck and face burning. He grinned at your flusteredness.

"Hey mom!" You moved your head and Izuku moved to have you cover his lap just in time right as Asahi walked into the room.

You smiled broadly trying to hide the tension in the room, and luckily the ad was off the TV now. "Yes sweetheart."

"I think I'll head to bed early tonight." Asahi said with his headphones around his neck, the fifteen year old standing in his hoodie.

Izuku smiled. "Alright bud, goodnight." He said cheerful as if he was not just whispering lewd sinfulness into your ear.

"Okay. Also, Toshinori is calling you. He said he's been trying your phone." Asahi said turning to walk away to the staircase.

You blinked confused as you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your phone. There was indeed missed calls from your eldest son. As you scrolled to call him back your husband snuck to kiss the base of your neck, slowly moving up.

Toshinori was in the United State for an exchange program so having him so far away was so unusual for you. You put your phone to your ear, trying your best to ignore your husband as he sucked at that special spot by your ear. "Hey my sprout." You said as you heard him answer the phone.

"MAMA NO!!"

You quickly pulled your phone away from your ear at the shouting. "Toshinori, wha-"

"Mom did you or did you not pose for Calvin Klein Japan?" You heard him ask you bluntly.

You paused. How did he know so quickly. "I did but-"

"MAMA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"