TW: sexual abuse, noncon, bad mother Inko, parental abuse, victim blaming, heavy angst.
Inko couldn't believe how lucky she was, how fortunate she was to be able to still find love in her age, raising an odd sixteen year old.
Aizawa seemed like a gift sent by heaven, a divine man that treated her like more than a pitiful mother abandoned by her baby daddy.
He was
a teacher, not her son's teacher, he didn't even work in the same school, but his salary was quite good to reach the end of the month, and he could help Izuku in whatever he needed.
She loved Aizawa with all her heart, knowing that she was so lucky to even pull a guy like him.
But knowing how... Strange her son was, she ended up pleading with him for one thing.
"Please, get along with Aizawa. I know you were privileged enough to have me all for yourself these last sixteen years, but I need him to be happy. Do you understand?"
And Izuku, while looking
down, hurt that he wasn't enough for Inko's happiness, just nodded.
His mother deserved to be happy. After all the sacrifices she had to do for him...
Aizawa started off good. He was relaxed, open minded, a bit strict but he didn't try to parent Izuku. He tried to help him
with his homework, get ahead of class, improve his average marks... Inko had a lot of fun seeing them bond together, imagining what it would have been like if Hisashi had the decency to raise his own child.
She was happy. And Izuku was happy because he was happy.
Until...
The Midoriya son started feeling weird around Shouta.
At first he felt random brushes against his body. Just Aizawa passing by and brushing him, almost seemed on purpose, specially when Izuku was crouching to get something and he felt the touch on his ass or thighs.
He never
brought it up with him or his mother, because he preferred to think it was accidental. He would have to be more careful if he didn't want to get brushed, he guessed.
But the brush evolved into full on touch. Aizawa was actively touching him. Shoulders, waist, arms... He touched
him a lot. So much it actually made him uncomfortable.
So he talked with his mother.
"Now, Izuku, don't be weird about it. He's just comfortable around you! Don't be rude."
And Izuku was forced to drop the it. If his mother said it was normal, then it was. He asked his friends
and they all say that it didn't seem like much.
And from the touch, started the comments.
"You're growing into a fine young man, huh Izuku?"
"Are you exercising? You seem to have some muscle growing."
"Your clothes... Aren't they a bit small?"
Those were constant, in front
or behind Inko's back. Izuku hated them, he felt always under the spotlight, Aizawa's eyes fixating on him. He didn't like being commented on, or examined. God, hiw awful it was to always be so mindful of his appearance.
Even if they were nice things, he just didn't like it.
This time, he actually said something to Aizawa.
"Hey, can you stop with the comments?"
"What comments?"
"The ones you've been making lately. I don't like them."
"Why not? They're good comments."
"Please, just stop."
"Why? Is someone annoying you at school?"
"No, I just
don't like them." He sighed.
Nevertheless, the next day he got an earful from his mother for being rude to Aizawa.
He was just talking! What was so bad about it? Izuku was being an angsty teenager and he had to grow up and suck it up.
Aizawa continued commenting about his
body, shameless, ignoring Izuku's desire to stop. He didn't care, nobody was going to stop him anyways. The only change was that his comments turned bitter, no longer compliments, but complaints.
"You look like a child."
"You're on the short side, aren't you?"
"You have
started to bulk."
"You look feminine."
Each and every comment felt like a dig at Izuku for complaining. It was a retaliation against him. His own mother even sometimes added something hurtful.
And when Izuku turned around to look at her, she looked smug, eyes only for Aizawa.
It didn't take long for Midoriya to feel like an enemy in his own house, Aizawa taking too many liberties, driving him away to his room when he arrived after classes.
Then Shouta started being inappropriate behind Inko's back.
The comments focused on his sex appeal, sometimes making a dig at his feminine appearance. He talked about his underwear if he did the laundry, his clothes, his friends, his hair, his freckles, his figure.
Aizawa started touching him, gripping and pinching his ass and thighs,
grabbing him by the waist, squeezing him, measuring him... He didn't care, he knew Inko would believe him over her own son.
Midoriya started avoiding going home. He stayed for longer at school, he tried to make plans with his friends, he even tried to stay for the night at their
places. But their parents were quick to reject him at their homes, not understanding that Izuku didn't have anywhere else to go.
The rare occasions that he was home, he stayed in his room, studying or doing something, but he wasn't going to let himself be assaulted by Aizawa.
He wanted to go to his mom so bad, tell her what was happening and put a stop to it. But he knew she wouldn't take his side, she never did. He had nobody to turn to.
It only got worse when the holidays arrived.
There was no excuse for him. His exams ended, his friends could
only go out that much, he didn't have homework, and it was too cold outside. His mother forced him to get out of his room, and be subjected to constant teasing and hidden touches to "bond" with Aizawa.
He couldn't keep himself sane anymore, and that drove him to be sick merely
three days into his holidays, the yearly flu taking over his body and practically knocking him out during the day.
Finally, things took a turn for the better. He was able to stay in his room all day, getting full attention from his mother, Aizawa keeping a distance.
His head
hurt and he was tired, but he hadn't feel this good in months. For once, he felt safe in his own home.
One day, while he was taking a nap, he felt cold, his chest freezing as if he didn't make sure he was well covered before sleeping.
He groaned, slowly opening his eyes,
and looking down at him. Making direct eye contact with Aizawa.
Izuku gasped in surprise, finding the adult above him, biting the edge of his own shirt as he keep it up, revealing his fit and hairy abdomen. The teen's eyes wandered lower, noticing that something was very wrong.
Shouta had his dick out, a hand wrapping around it, frozen in time, the member right above his navel.
Midoriya tried to shriek in terror, but a big hand quickly covered his mouth, keeping him silent as he continued masturbating above him.
He seemed turned on by his struggling.
He grunted, smiling wide as he looked at Izuku's horrified expression, crying and trying to pry him off.
He sat on his hips, crushing his weak, ill body against the mattress, making him unable to fight.
Izuku fought as hard as he could, but in his fever, he was weak and he
could barely pull on Aizawa.
He just gripped on his harder, grunting as he reached orgasm, ejaculating all over Izuku's bare chest, rubbing the tip of his dick against his belly, between his abs, making sure to extend his seed as much as he could.
Midoriya gagged, disgusted,
finally getting Aizawa's hand off of his mouth, as he gasped for breath.
"What? What? What the fuck?" He kept repeating, his voice hoarse "What are you doing?!"
"Finally that fat bitch left us alone." The adult said, not moving from above Izuku "I had to make my time worth it,
I didn't think you would wake up."
"What were you doing?!"
"It seems pretty obvious, didn't it?"
"You sick fuck!"
"Calm yourself! I'll clean you up."
"I'm going to tell my mom about this!"
Aizawa stared at him, and started laughing. This wasn't a joke, Izuku was really
going to tell her about this!
"Stop laughing... You'll get arrested!"
"Oh, like your mom is going to believe you." He chuckled "She was never on your side to begin with, what makes you think she will trust you now? Her wonderful boyfriend would never do that to her angsty
teen!"
"Stop saying that! My mom will believe me!"
"Yeah, right. Like she's not desperate to have any man by her side. Even if she believes you... You think I'm the one that will get kicked out?"
"She would never-"
"She hates you, Izuku."
"No,she doesn't."
"She does, that's
why I'm able to do this to you. That's why I was even able to be so close to you while you're sick..."
Shouta lowered his head, his hands grabbing Izuku's wrists and pushing him down. He smiled, amused by the change in Izuku's expression, from determination and pride to pure
terror.
He knew Aizawa was right. His mother didn't love him like she used to, she loved Aizawa more.
And what if he confessed? What if he told her what had happened to him? Would she really throw the only man that showed interest in her away, or the child that she had resented
for years?
"You're smart, Izuku. You know how to keep a secret, don't you?"
If he was kicked out, where would he go?
"We don't have to get Inko involved."
His friends couldn't house him, he never met his biological father, his family had practically cut contact with his
mom...
"How about you go to sleep while I clean you up?"
The hands that released him ran to his face. One over his mouth, the other pinching his nose.
Shouta was asphyxiating him, cutting the his airway, ignoring his clear struggle as his eyes rolled up to his skull.
"Shh, it will only hurt a little. I know you're tired."
Izuku felt like he was burning inside, his ribcage fighting for air, his lungs yelling at him to breathe.
It took less a minute, but Midoriya slowly lost all his fight, and dropped unconscious. His sickness took over him,
making sure he wouldn't wake up after the first gasp for fresh air, his mouth taking deep breaths while his body rested.
Aizawa cleaned up his mess with wipes, and tucked Izuku back under the covers, making sure to leave no marks or any proof of what he had done.
He was lucky
Inko was so obsessed with him, leaving her vulnerable son with him.
He left a kiss on Izuku's burning temples, smiling to himself.
"Be smart Izuku." He chanted, getting away from the sick body.
He got out of the room. He had to receive Inko, like a good boyfriend.
TW: a/b/o, implied/referenced noncon, age gap (Izuku is around 20 and Katsuki is +30), mpreg, corrupt hero society...
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Izuku was finally able to go back home after working for hours in his last college project.
It was already nighttime, and the omega prayed to be able to get the last bus. He had a pounding headache, and his health wasn't the best at the moment.
His heat seemed to be arriving
earlier than expected.
"It's hot..."
Maybe tomorrow he would have to skip class, for his own good. An omega in heat was nothing but an easy target on less than respectful alphas.
He hated that he had to be extra careful around people at least one week a month, but he
so excited for you, Izuku!" Mina stole the kid from the other's arms, also squeezing him way too hard.
And way too close to her breasts, which Midoriya chose to interpret as a mistake.
"Guys, guys." Katsuki called their attention "Guys!"
He yelled, getting pissed that he was
ignored, as he pulled Izuku away and behind him.
"I didn't take Deku here so you could overwhelm him. He has gone through a lot and I think it's necessary for you to know that he is now a resident of my home too."
"Oh, come on, Kats, he didn't mind, did you, Izuku?" Denki
TW: noncon, coercion, power dynamics, non consensual drug use, mating, cult-like stuff...
Inko and Izuku are "refugees" in the Bakugou's territory, and Izuku gets invited to a little party only for the young adults of the tribe.
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Inko remembered the day they were taken from Hisashi's grasp.
She wouldn't call it saving, but not kidnapping either.
Her husband was a religious leader, controlling not only their village, but a good chunk of the nation too. Their power wasn't unbeatable, but they stood
amongst the elite.
Her son, her little Izuku, was going to be the heir of that role, that power that his father gained over the years. He was only a little baby when he first sat on his father's lap, listening to the pleads of his future subjects.
Quirkless office worker Deku is getting harassed by high-school aged Katsuki. He gets cornered into finally accepting the blond once he ruins his life.
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a glass and filing it up with tap water.
"What did I tell you? You can't just act like you own the place! Have some respect."
The teen finished drinking, leaving the glass on the counter. He knew he was going to use it again.
"You better get used to my presence then."
"Don't you have a house? A family? You will be better with them than with a dude you barely know."
"Meh, my mom is always complaining and my dad barely does anything around. I prefer being here."
Izuku opened his mouth to complain, but he just ended up exhaling the breath he