MHA Smut and Random Stories

ShigaDabiHawks

Warning:
Slight smut
Mpreg / Omegaverse if you want

Nonsexual warning:
Milk
Age regression
Little space
Caregivers (Mommy and Daddy)
((Yes, they are adults in this. Shigaraki is a little in my headcanon. He likes stuffed animals, onesies and has an oral fixation-he likes pacifiers and sucking on the ends of his hair. No, he's not five. Little space is a safe place 💖 ))

Dabi's POV

I pump my fingers slowly against Keigo's prostate as he finishes in my mouth. Popping off, I lick my lips, narrowing my eyes at him.

My fingers pull put gently as I wipe them on the side of the bed. "I thought I told you to lay off the sweets. Your cum taste like syrup."

Keigo throws his hands up defensively with a pouty lip. "It ain't my fault! Blame your baby making me crave sugar twenty four-seven."

I roll my eyes, planting a kiss on his very pregnant stomach. "My baby would never," I coo at his tummy. "I think Mommy's just using you as a scape goat. Ain't that right?"

Keigo flicks my forehead with an unamused glare. "Fuck off, why don't ya. And bring me something to drink."

I cock an eyebrow at him, leaning my elbow on the mattress. "Your legs broken?"

"I'm pregnant, asshole," he snaps at me.

"Can you at least ask nicely," I half smirk at him.

Keigo rolls his eyes, flipping me the bird. "Please," he sasses.

I chuckle weakly, pressing my lips to his forehead. "Close enough." I grab his pair of grey sweat pants off the floor, pulling them up around his waist.

"Want my hoodie or anything? Are you cold," I ask, taking notice of his hard, swollen nipples.

"I'm gonna let em air out," he says, groping his swollen breasts. "The doctor lied. Orgasms don't really help the pain. In my tits, at least."

"I'm sorry, baby bird," I frown slightly. "Want a snack or anything? I could get you some fruit or make you a salad-"

"Fuck that," Keigo says, sounding a bit offended. "Just some tea. Sweet tea. With lemon. Add another spoonful of sugar too," he adds. "Please, Daddy."

I chuckle, nodding at his request. I leave the room, heading towards the kitchen.

I stand over the counter, slicing up a lemon when I hear a soft pidder padder behind me.

A smile creeps onto my lips as I turn to face the bluenette.

"Whatcha doin, Daddy," Tomura asks, rubbing his eyes. He's wearing his little chicken onesie, holding the ear of his bunny plushie in one hand.

"Getting Mommy's tea," I explain, squeezing the lemon juice into the glass of sweet tea.

He makes grabby hands at me to which I cock an eyebrow.

"You want this," I ask, holding the slice of lemon. He nods, opening and closing his tiny hands.

I shake my head, handing him the lemon wedge. He takes it happily, immediately regretting his decision. I laugh probably a bit too hard, hurting his feelings.

He pouts, tearing up slightly. "No, no, baby," I coo, leaning down slightly to wipes his tears. "Daddy's not laughing at you. You just made a silly face is all."

Tomura sniffles, still holding his pout. "I don't like it," he whines, handing the lemon back to me.

I think for a moment, remembering one of Keigo's random cravings. "Here baby," I say, dashing a bit of salt onto the lemon wedge. I suck on it a bit myself, approving it to not be too sour for him now. "Try it like Mommy eats it."

He takes the wedge, suckling on it with wide eyes. "Mmm," he hums happily. I chuckle, patting his head. "Wanna lay down with me and Mommy?"

He nods, throwing away the remains of the lemon, holding onto my pinky as he follows.

"Look who I brought," I announce, pushing the smaller blue haired male in front of me.

"Awh, you missed Mommy," Keigo coos sweetly, opening his arms.

Tomura giggles, dropping his bunny stuffie on the floor as he practically pounced into the bed. I smile, picking up the plush as I set Keigo's tea on the bedside table.

"Scotch your boot," I say, patting Tomura's butt lightly. He scoots over, laying partially on Keigo's chest so I can get into bed.

I sigh contently, wrapping my arm around Keigo neck, stroking Tomura's head with my free hand. "My sweet boys," I praise.

Keigo hums happily, Tomura nuzzling his head against my hand for more pets. He sits up slightly, making Keigo gasp in pain.

"You okay," I ask, trying to sound not too concerned so I don't worry Tomura.

The blonde nods, holding his enlarged breast. "Yeah, just a little squished."

Tomura whimpers, his bottom lip trembling. "I-I'm sorry. I no mean," he stutters, about to cry.

"No, no, sweetheart," Keigo coos. "No waterworks. I'm okay, see?" He pulls his hand away, revealing a white substance leaking out.

I try my best to not laugh. "Think you sprung a leak, hon."

Keigo glares daggers at me without missing a beat, his eyes widening along with mine before we can have any other reaction.

Tomura buries his face in Keigo's female-like breasts, suckling on the leaking nipple.

"Oh god," I gasp, unable to comprehend if this was good or bad.

Keigo's face is tense for a moment before relaxing to an almost blissful look. "Oh," he mumbles, sounding a bit shocked. He leans against the pillows around him, melting peacefully as he strokes Tomura's head.

I watch, not really sure what else to do. "Does it hurt," I ask in a whisper.

Keigo smiles, his eyes fluttering closed. "No. Feels great actually," he says, letting out a heavy breath. "It's helping the pain. Guess I should start pumping early since I'm already producing milk."

I relax a bit, nodding. "Yeah, that's a good idea." I think for a moment, declaring it safe to make my joke. "We  do have a shit ton of cereal. Think I could have some milk too?"

Keigo shoots a half lidded bitch face at me before frowning from Tomura pulling away.

"Feel better, Mommy," he asks in a soft voice. I chuckle, noticing a couple dribbles of milk on his chin.

"Yes, thank you, baby," Keigo smiles sweetly. "You can have more if you like it."

I wipe Tomura's chin with my thumb, watching his face light up with joy as he returns to Keigo's breast. I lap the milk from my finger, my eyes widening. "My god, this shit's amazing!"

Keigo flicks my forehead once again. "Watch your fucking mouth," he warns, his pissed off face calming down once he realized he was being hypocritical.

Gotta love pregnancy hormones.