Chapter 1 - Just a taste

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Summary: Driven to the brink of despair by one cruel taunt too many, Izuku finds himself doing the unthinkable. Out of sheer desperation for a life open to everyone other than him, he takes that final leap in search of an answer to something more. Instead, he finds himself in a lavish palace, filled with beings both beautiful and terrifying, and one who stands above them all. One who offers an answer.


Tags: No sex, Masturbation


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Nine Months Until Entrance Exams…



“Izuku, honey? Are you almost ready?”


“Ugh, y-yeah! Just, just give me a moment! Come on, come on!”


Harried and red faced, Midoriya Izuku redoubled his efforts knowing that he didn’t have long. Already he could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, features screwed up in desperate concentration as he hunched over the foot of his narrow one person bed with his pants pulled down and his greatest treasure, Auntie Mitsuki’s skimpy black thong, fisted around his cock.


He couldn’t help it.


It felt like just yesterday everything had felt hopeless, even if it had already been five years since that fateful afternoon where Katsuki had spoken the words that altered his life. Ever since then things had changed, he had changed! And they had changed for the better.


Because he now had a Quirk! Well… sort of.


The Quirk Doctor Izuku’s mom had taken him to see after they had both “discovered” his new powers and strange markings had been rightfully baffled. Thankfully, it wasn’t the same one who had crushed his dream when Izuku was a kid, but they’d still had the tests and X-rays to say that he should be powerless.


A second examination had shown that he didn’t lack the right joint in his pinky toe, and amidst all of his mom's ranting and raving about suing the jerk who’d originally examined him, Izuku knew the truth. Because it wasn’t the Doctor’s fault. It was Slaanesh.


Izuku was grateful. Unfortunately, that gratefulness had taken a hard backseat after the revelation that his saviour and benefactor wasn’t some uber powerful Villain or top secret Superhero. No, he was a God… a Dark God, a God of Chaos who ruled over pleasure and unearthly gratification, a being so powerful he’d reached Izuku all the way from another Universe before scarring his dark mark into the soft skin of a young boys chest and blessing him with power he’d never thought he’d have.


The Quirkologists named it “Emotional Overload”.


Through numerous tests and experiments, they’d concluded that Izuku’s “quirk” functioned much like a power converter, allowing him to absorb the ambient waves outputted by both his and other people's emotions and then redirect it in a new form of energy. So far it mostly took the form of sound, either empowering his voice with the ability to influence other people's emotional states by battering them with the feelings he absorbed or just outright blasting from his throat much like Present Mic’s. Though saying that, his was much more… violent, than the affable Pro Heroes.


Essentially, the more powerful his emotions or the emotions he managed to absorb, the stronger he would get. But it scared him.


It was ironic, considering how much he’d prayed for a Quirk only to end up with one that left him feeling changed. 


More money. More food. More sleep. More friends. More pleasure.


Ever since he’d found Slaanesh, he constantly wanted more.


The more he indulged himself the more powerful he became, but too much indulgence had led him to noticing how his thoughts seemed to shift. No one, not even his mom knew how feeling so many intense emotions seemed to warp his behaviour.


Which was how he’d ended up with Bakugou Mitsuki’s underwear.


He didn’t have much to do with the Bakugous anymore, especially after moms suspicions at his torn uniform and suddenly awakened quirk alongside news of a suspiciously boy sized crater in the schools courtyard had seen to her yanking him out of there as soon as she could and depositing him somewhere else. No more Aldera?


No more Kacchan.


But occasionally his and Katsuki’s moms hung out or interacted, which one day had ended up with Izuku being invited inside for tea by Mrs Bakugou alongside his mother after they’d driven by after school to drop something off.


Thankfully her rash son wasn’t home, but being reminded of how much he’d suffered at the hands of his childhood friend turned bully had pumped something dark and spiteful into Izuku’s gut. He was so angry and he wasn’t USED to being so angry, so he’d needed release.


Then came the forgotten washing basket.


Before he knew it Izuku had snatched up the lacey black thong sitting carelessly on top and pressed it to his nose, inhaling the subtle stink of coconut oil and glycerin as he hurriedly locked the door and whipped out his cock. That bit of out of the blue perversion had led to the best orgasm of Izuku’s life, fantasies of Katsuki coming home to find Izuku slamming balls deep into the Bakugou matriarchs dripping pink pussy while he stood there like an idiot and watched his mother get bred before being forced to wipe it all up with his own moms discarded thong pushing Izuku over the edge and having him wake up to a bathroom sink covered in spunk.


That certainly hadn’t been fun to clean up, but fear and guilt were great motivators so Izuku had managed to get the place practically sparkling before the woman in question came by to see what the hold up was. Red faced and ashamed, he’d laughed like nothing was wrong and waved the woman off, right before walking out to join his own mom in the kitchen and finish their tea before leaving.


Soon, Mrs Bakugou had wished them the best and waved them out the door. Completely unaware of the thong bundled up tight in his fist.


“Fuh, fuh, fughhhhhh~!”


Those memories brought her back to mind and helped Izuku find release, groaning deep in his chest as he furiously pumped the soiled underwear up and down the can thick length of his cock, its Chaos enhanced length flexing while he threw his head back with a grunt and spilled his load into the silky feeling material, more suited for dental floss than protection.


“Izuku?”


Hearing his mom's muffled voice on the other side of the door turned him into a green tinted whirlwind, just barely managing to stuff his prize down the side of his bed by the time she pushed her way in to find Izuku standing sheepishly next to his perfectly straightened bed..


“... I’m not going to ask.”


“Mom!”


“I’m. Not. Asking.”


Suffice to say, Midoriya Inko had come to accept her darling boy's newer… habits. After the awakening of his quirk he thought she wouldn’t notice how he changed, and it started off innocently enough. He’d stopped slouching, started eating better and paid more attention to his appearance in the morning. Eventually his skin had cleared up, still leaving those darling freckles of his but she couldn't say she truly disapproved of his new outlook on life.


But it didn’t stop there. Because even from a universe away, Slaanesh demanded perfection.


Her son was a saint and she’d fight anyone who dared to say otherwise, yet even she wasn’t immune to the way his confidence had turned a tad… arrogant. No longer did he stutter. Sure, he still mumbled when too many thoughts started piling up in his head, but now he had no problem meeting someone's eyes when they talked to him or glaring them down when they said something rude. His obsession with other Heroes had petered off with the realisation that now he truly could be one of those Heroes, and so he’d taken to his studies with an almost fanatical devotion that honestly scared her sometimes. Anything less than perfect just wasn’t good enough for Izuku. 


Then there were the rocks…


Honestly, Inko loved her son more than life itself, but if he came back with any more pointless, admittedly pretty stones, she was going to LOSE it! Him eating more at meal times? Fine, he was a growing boy, great. Staring after the girls they passed on the street? That… that wasn’t amazing, but he was a GROWING boy and it was normal! Though the way they now stared back wasn’t something she really approved of, but really, what could she do? The rocks though. It was getting ridiculous, it was like he turned into a different beast whenever he saw some stupid stone and why were so many of them PURPLE?! He didn’t even like purple!


“If you want to get all your school stuff sorted before the place ends up flooded, you need to head out now. Are you sure you don’t need a ride?”


None of these thoughts made their way onto her face though, emotions kept under a tight leash as he blinked in surprise before grinning under the waves of pride gently lapping at his toes, his mothers warmth an unending balm to his now twisted soul no matter the occasion.


“Yeah, mom.” He straightened up, meeting her proud smile pound for pound as he reached over for his lain out green hoodie. “I’ll be fine!”







Two Hours Later…


He was not fine.


“Look, I’m just a little short. Can’t you meet me somewhere in the middle here? Maybe, say-”


“Dammit kid, I’m not lowering anything! This is a mall, not a marketplace. Take it to the old wives bartering for fish if you want to haggle so much!”


Old Izuku would have been far too embarrassed to argue with someone like this, especially a prim and snooty looking older gentleman running the jewellery counter he’d spotted before even reaching his first stop. Unfortunately for the both of them, current Izuku was someone with an affinity for shiny objects. They didn’t even need to be of great value, he just had to want them, and now he couldn’t afford to walk away otherwise he’d be fixating about the dumb rock for the rest of the day!


“Okay, Okay, I hear you! How about this, you come down just a little bit more and I’ll-”


“NO!”


They were drawing attention, something that he usually would have baulked at if he couldn’t literally feel the man's mounting frustration pushing him towards giving in and just handing over the little purple beauty for a discount.


“Yo, Princess-!”


“Hmm-?”


His ears twitched at the stray burst of background noise but Izuku didn’t feel the need to turn around and check, tuning out the far off voices as his eyes locked onto the bead of sweat trailing down the salesman's neck while his face started turning purple.


“-you should totally come check it out with us! I promise, it’ll be a lot more fun than walking around on your own-”


“-not interested, I’m sorry-”


So close, just a little more…


“Don’t be like that! Come on, just give us a shot-”


“I told you, no. Please leave me alo-HEY!”


God dammit.


“Look, kid, you’re driving off all my other customers. If I lower the price down to-... hey. Hey!?”


Izuku ignored the now thoroughly incensed elder as he turned on the spot and peered past the slowly growing foot traffic around them. There were plenty of people flowing in one direction or the other to get their shopping done, but it was a matter of seconds for his eyes to find the ones pointedly looking away from the commotion in their midst.


Like a hunting dog Izuku pierced through the fog of all those uncaring emotions and zeroed in on the thin streams of lust, frustration and anger, leaving behind a trail of startled shoppers as he unceremoniously shunted his way through the crowd to a small, out of the way corridor which probably led to the bathrooms. There, he found the distasteful sight of two men who couldn’t have been too far into their twenties boxing a young woman into a corner.


Their unshaved faces were practically salivating as they pushed their way into her personal space and left her with no easy way to get free, desire wafting from their pores so thickly that Izuku wouldn't have even needed his blessings to smell them out. As soon as he got close though, Izuku hesitated. They hadn’t noticed him, but it wasn’t like he could just come out swinging. He wasn’t a Hero yet, wasn’t security and… and his Quirk…


A sudden burst of anger blooming right in front of his eyes as one of the men reached out towards the glaring girl's arm made the choice for him.


“Hey, Mia! I’ve been looking all over for you!”


All three heads swivelled on the spot towards Izuku as he hastily made his way towards them, a silly smile plastered across his face as the two men curled their lips while the tall, perfectly poised woman arched a brow in confusion before widening her eyes in grateful understanding.


“Your Dad and the others are waiting for us, so we’ve got to hurry or we’ll miss the movie!”


Thankfully ‘Mia’ was quick on the uptake, her own face stretching into a plastic smile as she took advantage of the other two’s surprise and shouldered her way towards him, looping her arm through his own and giving him a squeeze.


“Wonderful.” She sighed in relief “I was getting worried I’d have to come find you! Thank you for the offers, gentlemen, but as you can see I have prior engagements. If you’ll excuse us.”


With a scornful flick of her thick black ponytail she and Izuku turned, looking to head back the way he’d come only to stop-


“Bitch! I wasn’t done talking.” The one on the left growled, hands buried deep into his pockets as he slapped on what was probably supposed to be an intimidating leer and stalked forward while his friend stood awkwardly off to the side.


“Ehehe? Look, buddy, I don’t know what your problem is but we’ve really got to-”


“You’ve got to shut the fuck up!” Izuku stumbled from the harsh shove. “And piss off so I can go back to getting the teases number, got that?”


He took another step forward as Izuku turned, smile cracking as steam literally puffed from the guy's nostrils while he brought a hand up and jabbed his finger into the centre of Izuku’s chest, a Quirk that once upon a time would have peaked his interest and now registered as thoroughly… unimpressive.


Of course it was still a concern, because now Izuku was getting annoyed and he was starting to hear the whispers.


“What is the matter with you?” The girl on his hip snapped, curling up protectively into his side and placing both palms reassuringly on his shoulder as he was seemingly shocked into silence.


“The ‘matter’.” He churlishly mocked her accent. “Is that I went out of my way to play your stupid game, so the least you could do is-”


“[font="Architects][i]Oi[/i][/font].”


Everyone stilled.


Three pairs of eyes swivelled towards Izuku as his head tilted back and he stared down at the now wide eyed thug, a faint current of energy buzzing against his skin where the almost living pink tentacles of his mark began to shift and writhe beneath his shirt.


For her part, ‘Mia’ had no idea what the weird, almost heavy feeling in the air was, but clearly he was the source of it as the still steaming thug hesitated at the sudden change in atmosphere. Bravado carried him forward though, a hateful sneer twisting his lips as he dumbly puffed up his chest and pushed forward to shove Izuku again, only to slam to a jarring halt as a grip like a King Crabs took a crushing hold of his wrist, eliciting a startled shriek as the sudden force immediately began to bruise the flesh while he futile leaned back and tried to yank himself free.


“Ah-ow! Fucker, let me GO-”


“[font="Architects]I don’t think you’re listening[/font][font="Architects]…[/font]” 


The heavy bass softened but still carried an unearthly tenor, its depth reverberating in their ears as Izuku subconsciously wrapped his arm around the girl at his side and dragged her closer, cushioning her curvaceous figure against him as he glared.


“[font="Architects]We’re busy. So I’m going to ask you once mor[/font][font="Architects][i]e, [b]politely[/b]…”[/i][/font] 


Purple sparks jumped between the spikes of his hair like they were pylons, almost giving him neon pink highlights as he drank in the negative emotions clouding the air and pulled them into his throat[font="Architects] [/font]


[font="Architects]“[/font][font="Architects][i][b]Leave[/b].[/i][/font][font="Architects][i]”[/i][/font]


He let go, and only Izuku understood that it was the anger and fear he’d absorbed into his voice that triggered the mans flight response, dulling his aggression and causing him to almost trip over his own feet while his bewildered fined called out in confusion and concern before shooting Izuku one last uncertain look before following close behind.


Watching them scramble away as fast as they could brought him back down to reality, the tinge of Chaos in his voice receding as his markings settled down and he froze in fear of what he’d just done for a stranger, someone who’d seen him use what she undoubtedly thought was his Quirk to scare them into compliance!


He winced, fearing the worst as he turned to look to his left… and froze at the sheer relief he found there.


“Oh thank god.” She murmured, sounding exhausted as he hummed and gently propped her up while she finally seemed to relax. “I really don’t know what their problem was. No matter what I said they just wouldn’t leave me in peace.”


Her eyes slid shut and Izuku couldn’t help noting that she had really nice eyelashes.


“Don’t worry about it.” He found himself muttering back, idly noting that she was tall, basically at eye level with himself. “I think they got the hint. Pretty sure you would have been able to handle them even if I hadn’t come along, though.”


“But you did.” She said back firmly. “And luckily so. It would have been rather shameful to be caught up in such a scene if they’d continued to persist.”


“Mah, well… you’re welcome?”


Now that there wasn’t a larger issue at hand, Izuku started to become more aware of the situation he’d found himself in. After leaving Aldera things had certainly changed for the better, with the significant lack of people willing to bully him meaning that even if he didn’t particularly make friends, his social life had left him far from the anxious wreck he’d been for most of his childhood.


That didn’t mean he could talk to girls though. Especially beautiful, tall girls with pretty, high class cheekbones and incredibly buxom chests that were currently pressing against his side and oh god he was still holding her like she was his girlfriend-


“Are you alright?”


She looked at him with concern (great, she was nice too) as his movements faltered briefly into something rather robotic before the quick pulse of warmth from his mark set him to relaxing once more, his senses reporting back that she wasn’t weirded out or even uncomfortable as he failed to remove his arm while gently steering them around to continue their original path towards where he’d first heard the commotion from.


“Huh? Oh, fine.” He played it cool, pretending to miss her slightly unconvinced stare.


“Hmm…” Luckily she didn’t press him though as they flowed alongside the rest of the foot traffic, right before stumbling to a halt about ten feet away from a rather unimpressive looking jewellery stand.


Still not leaving his side, the tall ravenette followed his line of sight as they arrived just in time to watch a rather portly dressed salesman passing off a purple, cheap looking stone into the hands of a raggedy looking bag lady who’s Quirk easily could have been the ability to get cat hair on every inch of her clothes.


“Dammit…” Her eyes jolted back over as he watched the stone with nothing short of avarice, fingers practically spasming as he watched the grandma slip the stone into one of her deep pockets before ambling away. “I was so close.”


“Umm… I’m sorry? Was that somehow… important to you?”


Confused, her eyes flickered between his admittedly cute pout before noticing the way his hands twitched like he was about to run over there and rip it right out of the old ladies' clothing! Thankfully for both of them he managed to restrain himself, leaving her fighting the surprise urge to giggle as he slumped despairingly and dropped most of his weight onto her shoulder.


“No?” He sounded almost unsure of himself. “I just really… really wanted it.”


He must have missed something because that was the straw which  broke the camel's back. Her first few errant titters squeezed themselves free before with an unladylike snort she broke down, the previous stress being washed away entirely as Izuku watched her in bewilderment before seemingly catching on and descending into rueful chuckles alongside her.


By the time the last of their laughter had died off they were both in far better spirits, smiles twitching as if the smallest thing would set them off while she finally slipped free from under his arm and turned to face him head on. Most would have called it inappropriate with how close they were, especially for a pair of strangers, but Izuku saw no problem with her staying almost nose to nose with him as the subtle smell of vanilla brushed against his upper lip.


“M-My apologies, pfft, it’s just that you saved me and you seemed so sure of yourself that the thought of you being so upset over that little rock-” Seemingly realising that she could be insulting him she flushed bright red. “OH! That-that was rude, again, I’m so sorry! Honestly, look at me, I’m such a-”


It was an interesting experience, Izuku thought, being on the other side of someone rambling. If he paid closer attention he could literally feel the anxiousness pouring off of her, embarrassment and mortification mixing together to let him know that she really didn’t get out much. She possibly didn’t even have any friends…


The parallel was so interesting that he didn’t even realise they’d moved out of the way, drifting over towards a nearby wall away from any of the other shoppers where he could finally put a stop to her running mouth by quite abruptly jutting out his hand between their almost pressed together chests.


“Midoriya Izuku.” He offered, equally surprised as she was. In for a penny though… “But you can call me Izuku… if you want?”


There was hesitation, but he didn’t take any offence as she was clearly more used to a more formal way of greeting, the warm glow radiating out from her core telling him she certainly didn’t mind while her own hand moved towards him as she smiled uncertainly.


“Momo.” She demurred. “Yaoyorozu Momo. But I refuse to let you call me the former.”


It was a lovely name for a lovely girl, something he couldn’t stop appreciating as her eyes never left his while her cheeks slowly grew more and more pink…


The reason why became abruptly apparent as Izuku realised with a shock that he’d never let go of her hand, his thumb rubbing teasing circles around her knuckles that were most definitely inappropriate. With a startled flinch he let go, blushing furiously and ignoring her sharp spike of disappointment as they simultaneously took a short step apart. 



“I, uh, s-sorry?” He chuckled sheepishly. “I… I suppose I’ll let you get back to your shopping now. It is getting kinda late…”


“Oh.” Shit, did he say something wrong? “I see…”


Great, now there was an awkward silence. Izuku wasn’t sure what to do, did he just leave? Stay? Ask for her number? The silence just kept stretching on and on, his fingers twitching as they remembered the feel of her softer, smaller hand in his. 


Just as the silence became too much and he opened his mouth to blurt out something, two grips like an eagle's talons took him by the collar and pulled. Izuku would never admit to the embarrassing squawk of surprise he let out as he suddenly found himself dragged around ninety degrees and dragged forward to the point he had to catch himself on the wall with both forearms, blinking wildly as something wriggled against his chest and he looked down to find Momo practically burning up.


His own face pinkened as he realised their position, with her trapped between both of his arms and almost squeezed between him and the wall as she nibbled on that luscious pink lip of hers and nervously fiddled with the buttons to her top.


“Uhh, M-Momo…?”


“Thank you!”


Her eyes finally found his and Izuku felt his stomach flutter as those warm, open eyes drew him in.


“I, I know you used your Quirk t-to help me, and you could have got in trouble. I also inconvenienced you, s-so it’s only right I… return the favour…”


She started off so unsure, but the more she talked the more determined she became, dragging in a deep and steadying breath that puffed her already impressive chest up to ludicrous proportions as Izuku found himself incapable of looking away from the slowly expanding expanse of soft, creamy white skin which grew with every button she undid.


He should stop her. He had no idea what she was even going to do, out here in the middle of the mall but he needed to tell her he didn’t need any thanks, that it was simply the right thing to do. He needed to tell her, so he opened his mouth and…


“Ok.”


What?


Momo seemed grateful at least for his easy acceptance, squirming as she felt his eyes burning into the plump skin of her breasts contained in the cradling grasp of a lacey red bar which became more and more visible as she undid half of her blouses buttons, finally stopping when a sparkling light began to glow from the depths of her cleavage.


“Oh…” Izuku breathed as she reached between those luscious boulders. “Oh wow.”


When the light show finally died down he was left completely and utterly speechless, mouth gaping as she pulled back and held a palm up towards his face. There, pillowed in the crook of her hand, was a stone. A gorgeous, smooth, purple stone, which almost seemed to sparkle in the mall's bright lights despite being hidden away in the shade he created.


Ba-Dump.


“Umm, I-I know it’s not the same, but-?”


Ba-Dump.


“Hopefully this will suffice?”


Ba-Dump, Ba-Dump.


“Mido-... Izuku?”


His body shifted.


Momo eeped as she found what little space here was between them eliminated, her mouth drying up like the sahara as her hand was ensconced in a hot, rough palm while the cool stone was pinned between them, the arm over her shoulder curling almost protectively over her head as she watched Izuku lean in with wide eyes, their lips almost touching as his pupils seemed to bleed pink and his breathing sped up ever so lightly up.


“Momo?”


Shivers raced down her spine at the irrefutably seductive grind of his voice, the sound of her name on his lips caressing her ears and causing hairs to stand on end as she gasped and sent rapid, darting glances between his eyes and his lips.


“I, ah, y-yes?” She practically melted as his chest pressed against her own.


“Do you wanna do something?”


Her heart skipped a beat, eyes widening even further as he met her startled gaze without budging an inch.


“Uh, you mean, n-now?”


“Yeah.” He grinned, and Momo just knew that smile meant trouble. “Right now.”


“O-oh… y… yes?” She squeaked.


“Movie?”


Izuku licked his lips, chest thundering as the high class beauty gulped and threaded the hand holding his new stone through the fingers of his own.


“I… would like that. Really like that.”


Now it was Momo’s turn to fight the sudden urge to press forward as he seemed to light up the mall around them, pulling away with an almost glacial slowness but never releasing her hand as he helped her up and off of the wall.


“Well then…”


She wrapped herself around his arm.


“Let’s go!”

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