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Thank you for taking the time to bring this masterpiece into the world , this is immaculate

a fucking mazing because I love this I won’t be recovering from this high for a long time 😭❤️🤲🏾

kinktober 2021 day 26 - ABO

alpha! prince! bakugou x omega! princess! reader

wc: 2.5k

summary: your rut starts when you are visiting the royal castle of your best friend and bethrothed, will prince katsuki be able to figure out his feeling or will he succumb to his alpha instincts? or both?

cw: SMUT(sub!reader, fem!reader, a/b/o, knotting, marking, scenting, creampie, light voyerism, no prep, mating press, fangs, biting), royal!au

a/n: there’s a family emergency that happened a few days ago and when this posts ill probably be on a plane, but I worked really hard to get this out. I had to cut a few more kinktober days tho so sorry about that. last one comes out on the 31st!

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minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

There were 15 royal advisors assigned to this task from each of your countries, so how has this managed to happen?

Why were the halls of his castle filled with the scent of you going into rut?

He noticed your slight jasmine smell this morning, but he figured that it was just the lingering effects from you staying in the castle during your visit. But as the day went on, your scent only got heavier, clawing at his nose and making his cock rock hard.

That's when he heard the murmurings, "Did you hear, Princess Y/N has gone into her rut!" "I've heard they called in the country's royal breeders to take care of her."

That was the last straw. No way was Bakugou about to let some common mutt into your room to take care of you. If anyone was taking care of you, it would be him.

You were his childhood best friend, his betrothed. Why call in help from the outside when a perfect alpha was already in the castle?

He abandons his meetings and makes his way towards your room. The stomp of his boots echoes off the marble floors as your scent guides him through the castle.

He stops a few steps short of making it to the wing where your room is. He backs up to the wall, letting his head fall against the cool stone.

Is he really going to do this? His heart races at the implications. You’ve always been there for him, and even when everyone else thought he was loud and abrasive, you held his hand through it all.

Things will change when he goes in there. When he finally sees you. Sure, you’re his bride to be, even if the title has never really meant anything to either of you. Arranged marriages are common and alpha’s and omega’s don't always match, but he can't stand the ache in his chest at the chance that you might turn him away.

What if he goes in there and they still have to call in the breeders? Jealousy courses through his veins just from the thought. No, no, you're just his friend and his betrothed, there's no way he harbors feelings for you more than that, right? The times that he's thought about you while his hands were around his cock briefly flash behind his eyes but he shoves them away.

The hard ache in his chest is just influenced by the intoxicating smell of you, that has to be it. He's just helping you out, that's all.

He runs a hand down his face, hardening his expression. He still has to get into your room before he can figure out what any of the rest of this truly means.

He pushes off the wall and continues towards your door, rounding the corner before he spots the guards outside your room. When they see Bakugou, their stances straighten, hands swiftly going from their relaxed stature to being held behind their backs as he approaches.

"Prince Bakugou, you shouldn't—" one of them stutters as Bakugou looms over them, the look in his eyes making the guards gulp.

"Who are you to tell a prince what he should or should not be doing?" Bakugou sneers.

The guard casts his gaze down at the floor, muttering an apology while the prince pushes past them.

"I'm going inside—” he pauses with his hand on the doorknob “—and if you let anyone else enter the room I will kill you both."

"Yes, sir."

Bakugou slowly opens the door to your room and is immediately hit by a wave of heat and your tantalizing scent — it's so much stronger now that he's in the room with you. The force of it almost knocks him backwards, but he can't help the way his eyes flash as he quickly closes the door.

You're on your bed, blankets pushed to the side as your hand grinds uselessly against your sex. Your brows are furrowed; he knows that your fingers will never be able to satisfy the hunger inside you and it must be so painful. But you seem unaware of his presence in your room.

The sight of you exposed like this makes his cock twitch, and he'd be lying if he said he's never thought about claiming you, but now that you're here… it's all he can think about. Being inside you, filling you with as much cum as possible. It makes the pit of his stomach fill with longing as his mouth waters. Fuck, is his own rut starting now too?

"Princess…" his voice is impossibly small, not wanting to startle you.

You look up at him, your hand never stops moving between your legs as your eyes rake over his body, setting his skin ablaze as he watches a plethora of emotions cross your face: lust, anguish, and an insatiable hunger.

"Prince Katsuki, please.” Your voice is ethereal, calling out for him so desperately, “You have to help me, I need you so badly."

The desire pooling in his stomach starts moving through his body, constricting his throat, making it hard to speak. What is this? Is he nervous? His brain is foggy with sickening desire, but he knows that you don't really need him, as any alpha would do, but he can't help but feel like this is exactly where he is supposed to be.

"You don't need me, but—" he tries to speak before you interrupt him.

"No. No!" you pant, hands leaving your slick cunt so that you can sit up and properly look at him. "It has to be you, I've always known. You're my alpha, please. Please, you have to make it better. It hurts."

He rushes to your side at your confession, his hands cradling your face. You've always known? Why didn't you say anything? Is that why you've gone into your rut early? Being in his presence must have been enough to trigger it.

You're looking up at him with needy eyes and his body moves on its own, pressing his lips against yours softly. Your lips feel like heaven, and he can't wait to find out what they will feel like on his skin instead. Your fingers grasp his hair, pulling him deeper and deeper into the kiss until he's kissing you with an urgency that you return tenfold.

He tries his best to keep kissing you while he unbuckles the sword from his hip, the clang of metal ringing out before his fingers hastily begin undoing the buttons and clasps on his many layers of clothing. You try to help, pushing off every article after he's finished with the buttons and throwing them in heaps on the ground haphazardly.

You needily paw at him, urging him faster and faster until the final article is off of his body and he can focus solely on you. The way your soft skin feels under his palms, the heat of your bodies mingling as your tongues roll across each other, the feeling of your slick dripping onto his thigh as he spreads your legs with his.

Your nails draw across his skin as you beg for him, pulling him on top of you and rutting against him. Your hands rake through his hair as his hands burn across your skin, needing your soft flesh until he can't think straight. Until the need to sink into you is excruciating.

He adjusts your body under him, hooking your legs over his elbows. The tip of his cock brushes against your folds and he can't believe how soaked you are.

“Katsuki, please,” you mutter, staring up at him and biting your bottom lip. He can't believe you're here under him, looking up at him with hearts in your eyes; it's both too much and yet not enough. “Need you,” you mewl, bucking your hips, trying to seek any type of friction from him.

“I’m here, Princess. ’m here,” Katsuki says, memorizing how you feel under him, your gaze igniting something deep within him, and how you shudder as the tip of his cock brushes against your clit.

The fat head of his cock brushes through your folds one last time before he sinks into you. Your eyes flutter from the stretch as your body is finally filled with your alpha’s cock.

Katsuki can't believe how well your cunt takes him, your puffy, slick walls swallowing all of his girth before he's pulling out and slamming back in. Your cunt feels like heaven, and his brain starts to go foggy as he adjusts his grip on you. He pushes your ankles up as high as they will go, stretching your body into a perfect mating press before resuming a furious pace.

He feels you clench around him, your moans filling the room as your scent dulls his rational brain. Any and all thoughts of holding back are pushed away, as he focuses on your princess cunt fluttering around him.

His hips slam into yours as your hands try to grab onto something, trying to keep yourself rooted to this moment, to the way that Katsuki’s grunts and pants fill the air. It's so much, so hot, and it's hard to breathe, but who needs air when you have him? When he's plunging into you with such force you can feel him in your throat, you don't need to do anything except take it, take all of him.

Your hands find purchase in his hair, pulling at his ash-blonde locks and a growl reverberates through his chest when you pull at his roots. The sound goes straight to the building pressure inside of you and when your walls start to flutter, Katsuki can't help but push harder.

His bruising grip holds you down as he puts all of his strength behind his thrusts.

You're his, his mate, his everything. Any thoughts otherwise were stupid of him. How could he have been so stupid? So blind? All these fucking years of dancing around what was so obviously there was idiotic. He could have been there for all of your ruts, and if you always feel like this, he will never miss another one for the rest of his life.

You're his, his, his.

Your legs start to shake against him before your vision whites out, your pussy milking his cock as you orgasm, gushing around his cock. But Katsuki isn't done with you yet, he needs so, so much more from you.

Your moans of pleasure are the musical melody that he has been dreaming of his whole life, and he isn't going to let the symphony stop now.

His hips surge into yours over and over, targeting that soft spot within you as he growls in your ear, “You're gonna give me another, Princess.”

You nod your head, for how are you to refuse such a demand with his ruby gaze staring straight into your soul.

Katsuki lets your ankles go before he's wrapping your legs around his waist. Adjusting himself so that his face is buried in your neck and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close.

This new angle lets him feel even more of you: the way your breasts bounce against his pecks, the softness of your skin underneath his calloused hands, and your scent glands just underneath his nose, intoxicating him further as his hips slam into you.

Your soft moans fill his ears and your voice calling out his name only drives his ecstasy higher.

“Ka— Katsuki, need your cum—” you cry as your hands paw at his shoulder muscles, digging crescent moons into his skin as your back arches, “—want you, all of you.”

If the situation was any different, he would be blushing at your words, but with his cock already begging for release, he can't imagine anything else. He needs to fill you with his seed, needs you to be dripping and full of him and only him.

Your begging and fluttering cunt nudges him closer and closer to his orgasm, and he can feel his own knot start to build at the base of his cock. Each thrust inside of you makes it swell as he works himself closer and closer. Your creaming cunt lets his knot slide in and out of you easily.

Katsuki is barely holding on, his hips stuttering with each press into you.

“Mark me,” your voice calls out to him through the pleasure-fog in his brain, and with a tilt of your head you expose your neck fully to him. “I’m yours, please. Make me yours.”

Katsukis eyes slam shut as he feels his fangs elongate. Yes, yes. It all makes sense. He's your alpha, you’re his omega. After this, no one will have any doubts that the two of you belong to each other. Mind, body, and soul, you’re his and he's yours.

A feral roar rips from his throat as he buries his fangs into your glands. All of you filling his senses as he sucks and nibbles on your skin. Your moans of ecstasy fill his ears as his marking takes effect, the scents swirling and combining and he swears he can see the colors of your souls mixing and intertwining behind his eyes.

Your back arches when his knot pushes all the way into you, stilling his movements seconds before his cum is bursting inside of you. His dick twitches in ecstasy as he moans your name. More and more of his cum flows into you with each pulse of his balls and Katsuki feels like his balls are finally empty for the first time.

The two of you pant together; Katsuki leaving small kisses across your mark and you leaving them against his forehead, both savoring the feeling of being so full of each other for the first time as his knot keeps the two of you conjoined.

It takes a few minutes before either of you have the courage to speak, but Katsuki breaks the silence first.

His cheeks flush as he looks down at you, a small smirk on his face. “So... You’ve always known?”

You give him a small laugh, before you purse your lips. Only he would know how to ruin the sweet moment.

“Yeah,” you sigh, until your eyebrows furrow. “Wait! Have you not always known?!”

He looks away from you, a small pout appearing on his face, “I didn’t figure it out until I smelled you going into your rut…”

“Wow, Prince Katsuki. You sure are dense sometimes.”

“Hey!” He turns his head back to you, “I’m not the one that had their rut triggered just by being close to their alpha.”

His playful tone would annoy you any other time, but you can feel the next heated wave of your rut beginning to build in your core.

“Well, I guess it's a good thing we have a while to figure out who really is to blame for that.”

“Whatever you say, Princess.”

Katsuki leans down to kiss you, nipping at your lips before indulging you in a real heartwarming kiss. Every fiber of his being feels at home because he's exactly where he needs to be and he doesn't plan on leaving any time soon.

Why not both? Also I should be writing other stuff. But he is so toxic and mean in this and I’m so weak for him it’s disgusting. Truly sick. Anyways!

Warnings: omegaverse, DD/LG kink, piss kink, knotting and breeding, fem afab reader, vaginal sex described, heavy dub-con, Bakugou blackmails reader with no actual intention of following through, degradation, toxic relationship, written with plus size reader in mind

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

-If you’d ask him, it’s her own fucking fault she’s in this mess

-She wanted to act big and tough and challenge the strongest Alpha, aka him, like some pathetic little Omega princess could go toe to toe with him

-Like it wasn’t in her nature to run like prey, or his to chase her down

-And that’s how it started

-Just a dumb little crybaby Omega trying to prove a point made to know her place was under an Alpha

-Sure he hadn’t meant to fuck her then

-Just scare sense into her, but holy fuck was it hard to hold back on her

-Soft warm plush pressing into his more hardened body so deliciously

-Bitten raw and worn lips from anxiety and teary eyed, just a hint of how gorgeous she’d look absolutely wrecked for him

-Chest heaving and little whimpers singing the sweetest siren song to him

-And not to mention her scent, like a rich and sweet buttercream

-It wasn’t his fault she didn’t deny him when his fingers slid between delicate folds

-Or that she didn’t say stop when he was rutting into her

-And if she really didn’t want him then why did she beg for his knot?

-If she’s was gonna act like it never happened, if she was gonna be a child about her own actions fine

-He’ll treat her like the dumb little baby she clearly wants to be

-Though he wasn’t expecting how true that statement actually was

-Weeks of cornering them growl at them and snapping about how they should just give in and be his mate

-How she’s clumsy and dumb and needs an Alpha in her life to take care of everything for her

-Weeks of bullying his way into her panties before making her cum on his dick again

-Taking video and pictures of her pretty pussy split open by his cock

-Her stupid little fucked out satisfied face

-Close ups of his knot stuck in her before he pulls out and his cum starts to seep out of her

-Even a video of him pissing on her when he got mad that she was confiding in another Alpha about him

-He saw it as marking his territory and no different than bounding her

-She saw it as embarrassing and a betrayal of her instincts because her inner Omega was pleased to smell of him in such a strong way

-He’d have never put it out there, couldn’t risk his Omega like that but he needed her to stop talking about it

-A vague threat of those pictures and videos getting out looming over her head was more than enough to buy her silence

-Bought her compliance after too, no matter how much she tried to get him to drop it

-A plea to let her get herself back to her apartment went on deaf ears as she was ushered into his car and made to give him directions

-Similarly her request he leave her at her door was ignored as he barged in

-“Fuck princess, see why you didn’t want me in here, too bad though. Daddy’s home and you aren’t getting away so fuckin’ easy now that I got ya all to myself”

-He said it like it made any sense, like it was normal as he went around inspect all her stuff

-Like he knew it wasn’t just cutesy shit she liked

-“I don’t understand, what are you—” “I knew it, you really are just a dumb crybaby slut huh?”

-He laughed finding a pacifier she forgot to put away

-And before she could defend herself and claim something else he was already raiding her room

-Making her put on her cute little nighties that invoked the innocence she was trying to emulate

-Telling her to show him how she used her toys and showing her how he’d use them and her

-Eventually breeding her when he just couldn’t wait any longer to stick his knot in her again

-Relishing in the fact that she fully accepted that her true place was under him now

-That she begged and cried for her Daddy’s knot until her voice gave out

Part III

Nymphetamine: marriage of the words nymphomania and amphetamine; an unhealthy, beast-like addiction to one female in particular.

║Part I ║Part II║Masterlist║

↣ pairing: alpha!katuski x omega!reader

↣ word count: 9.5k

↣ notes: final chapter

↣ warnings: a/b/o dynamics, prime dynamics (prime alphas/omegas; stronger, more dangerous variants), enemies to lovers, villain!katsuki, some yandere tones, captivity, corruption, breeding, mention of having babies, heats, ruts, knots, mating, claiming, bonding, possessive actions, clawing, biting, choking, belly-bulges, bruising, blood, too much fucking purring, a lot of praise, some degradation, hair pulling, size difference, creampies and cum galore

↣ summary: As you look at yourself in the mirror, it’s as if you’re staring at a stranger. Same pretty face, same makeup you’ve perfected over the years. But it’s not just you anymore in the reflection. It’s him, your alpha, what he’s made you into, looking right through you.

Katsuki’s been working at you, washing away any and every thought of being a hero. Instead he’s been filling the cracks with him, with ideas of babies, of a future with him and only him, right by his side, open and proud, despite his brutality. Tonight is just the first step, a test to show just how perfect you are on his arm. A hero turned villain, all in the name of love.

Falling in love is a slippery slope. You’re teetering on the edge, though, wondering if you should just jump and let him catch you.

Because what Alpha wants, Alpha gets.

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All I want in life is alpha werewolf Bakugou tbh or Barbarian Dragon King Bakugou and Dragon Kiri

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Have some sexy alpha Katsuki x omega reader that I whipped up at one this morning.

Rated M : The smut isn’t super detailed but it’s got all that good stuff (knotting, heat/rut, a tiny bit of cum inflation if you squint really hard), Slight angst, lightly proofread.

Give me Alpha Katsuki or give me death ☠️

There had to be close to five hundred people in this over crowded ball room, all with their own unique scents. Despite all the pheromones intermingling (Courtesy of everyone’s secondary sex) one stood out. Of course it belonged to an alpha, your alpha. You’d done everything in your power to avoid being near him, after six months you thought you’d undoubtedly made some progress in resisting all things that had to do with him. Apparently not.

You have yet to even lay eyes on him but you knew he was here from the moment you begrudgingly entered the venue. The only scent you could pick up on was his, no matter how many others you’d intentionally gotten close to tonight. That rich caramel scent, burnt sugar and smoke hung so thick in the air that you began to choke on it. Every breath in would inevitably attribute to suffocation, the sugar laced smoke was using all the oxygen to keep itself burning away inside your lungs.

Your face felt hot, a light sheen of sweat began decorating your brow, the beautiful designer dress you wore began to feel uncomfortable and constricting on your skin. You calmly strode over to the double doors that led to the balcony, strictly for appearance sake. Instinct had you wanting to book it outside before you inevitably collapsed, each careful step taking maximum effort.

Relief filled you as your shaky fingers came into contact with the door handle and as you exited that humid room you immediately took in gulps of the fresh night air. In your frenzy to get outside you failed to notice the predatory crimson gaze tracking your every move. Now that he’s finally got a chance to confront you he’s intent on seizing it. Reaching the double doors in five quick strides he slips out and follows the deliciously scented trail you’d unknowingly left behind.

You didn’t want to be here tonight, but it was mandatory for all the higher ranking pro’s to make an appearance. As soon as you picked up on someone approaching, you already undoubtedly knew who it was.

“I came out here to get some fresh air, cant you leave me be and go back to polluting the stuffy air inside?” you didn’t turn around to address him. He comes to stand beside you, much too close for comfort. When his elbow brushes against yours a scorching heat radiates through your body from the point of contact.

“We need to talk”

“I disagree”

You turn to leave, but he pulls you back “You didn’t think I’d just let you get away like that did you?”. “I’d rather have tried and failed, then willingly listen to you” you try to pull away but he won’t budge. “I want to start over y/n, I’m sorry for neglecting you like I did, let me fix it, please be mine again…my omega“ his arms wrap around your waist, pulling your face into his chest. The muffled keen you let out is absolutely pathetic! Inner omega and alpha are elated to be reunited again, but the body of those they reside in are nothing short of terrified.

Rejection can kill either one of you at this point. Six months wallowing in your own personal states of misery had begun to take a toll on each of you. “You have to let go, at this rate you’ll trigger my heat!” Your voice is panic stricken but the response he gives you is nothing but calm; “Tell me you don’t want this, tell me you don’t love me anymore and I’ll let you go”.

“Katsuki, let.me.go! NOW!” you bare your tiny fangs as you snarl. This only proceeds to spur him on further as his hands are freely roaming up and down your sides, “I know you can’t say it because it would be an outright fucking lie”.

This closeness is getting to you, your brain feels like it’s made of playdough. There isn’t even a point in putting up a fight, “Take me home please, I don’t want this happening out here where anyone walking by can see”. Somehow you both held out and spared his back seat. The sheets underneath you are stained with your dribbling slick and coated with drool, he’s too far gone to notice the mess you’ve made on your own. He’ll add to it soon enough, he’s rutting into you mercilessly as you feel his knot start to balloon. “I’m gonna sink my teeth into you this time little omega, gonna mark that pretty neck of yours while I fill your cunt to the brim with my cum” those are promises, no longer simple threats.

All you can do is babble as he continues fucking you completely dumb. You’re crooning like an absolute whore by the time his knot locks you together and his cum begins spilling into you.

“Yes alpha yes! S’good s’full all for you…again again!”. You’re barely able to move enough to deliver the bite you need to give him, but he makes sure you do. Your cunt greedily accepts load after load, you pretty much spend all of three days sitting on and stuffed full of his dick.

When you wake up on that fourth day and the burning haze has left your brain, you can’t help but whimper pathetically at the swell of your stomach. A heavy arm and an even heavier leg are carelessly thrown over you, effectively preventing your escape. “Shhhh omega, it’s not time to get up just yet” Katsuki rumbles from behind you. Your continued struggling earns you a sharp nip to your neck and you yelp at the sensitivity of the scabbed over flesh. Your fingers trace the mark on your neck, it’s as good as a ball and chain being attached to you forever.

You dont think you wanted this, but as that overpowering scent invades your nostrils you start to think “I could get used to this”.

You’d better, since it’s not like you have a fuckin’ choice at this point.

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Learning to Heal - Chapter 1

Alpha Bakugo x Alpha Kirishima x Beta Todoroki x Omega Izuku (It's a polycule because why tf not)

Summary: Izuku is not like the other omegas at the Omegan Sale Facility. He was raised to be the ‘perfect omega’, the obedient alpha fantasy. His whole life he was taught to put his wants last, to listen to an alpha no matter what. When he’s of age he’s sold to an Omegean Sale Facility, others were kidnapped to be trained and broken into the ‘perfect omega’, to be auctioned off to the highest bidding alpha. He’s been brainwashed and manipulated his whole life to believe this is what he wants. That by doing so he’s fulfilling his duties as a good omega should. 

   However, when pro heroes take down the omega trafficking ring and Izuku realizes that he was lied to his whole life. He has to unlearn everything he was taught and listen to his inner omega. With the help of the pack of pros that made his freedom possible Izuku has a lot to learn.

I wake up to the alarm, as always. I make my way to the shared bathrooms and begin my morning hygiene routine, as always. The rules at this Omegan Sale Facility are strict but simple.

Rule 1: Hygiene and maintaining my appearance is my priority. That means I brush my teeth twice a day; eat only the food given to me during mealtime; I must participate in active time; shower every day; shave every week at least; and do my skin care every morning and night. My body and looks are the commodity, I am the facility’s property. The better I look, the more money I bring in.

Rule 2: I will obey any and every order. My will and my wants do not matter. No matter what the guards and trainers tell me to do, I must do it. My omegean instincts are second to the will of those above me. I do not know what is best for myself, only an alpha knows what an omega wants and needs.

Rule 3: By completing the obedience and alpha care training I will be added to the roster of the next auction and sold to the highest bidder. That alpha will be my new owner. That’s the goal. To be an alpha’s plaything, a mindless, obedient, omega. That’s how omegas were intended to be, after all, and the facility helps keep omegas in order. The facility shows us our place in the world, some take longer to accept it than others. But in the end every omega brought here succumbs to the natural order of things.

It’s only three rules! It’s far simpler than I had imagined it would be. Some omegas here were taken off the streets, targeted for their looks and/or scents. While others had no choice than to give themselves over because of a large amount of debt. I do not fall into either of those categories. I am one of the very few omegas specially trained since birth to be the perfect omega. The rules of the facility have been taught to me since birth, I knew my place from a very early age.

The second I was eligible, my original trainers sold me to this facility. Omegas like me are highly sought after, an omega who knows nothing but obedience. I passed my obedience and alpha care training faster than any other omega. I did not need to be broken in, like the newer omegas. As there was no learning curve for me. I did not need to be punished in order to follow my rules, they had been drilled into me my whole life. This is what I’m meant to do.

After I do my skin care, I and the other omegas line up at the bathroom door and are escorted by some guards to the dining hall. I eat some oatmeal and have some water and wait patiently for the guards to signal that breakfast is complete. After this I would usually be brought to training. Where we practice a variety of useful omegean skills.

Like being able to stay in a cage for hours on end; remaining in a room blindfolded with noise canceling headphones for as long as the trainers wish; learning the correct way to respond to an alpha; practicing pleasing an alpha sexually, learning all the correct positions and techniques; and not speaking unless I am allowed to do so. All very necessary in order to make an alpha happy and be a good omega for them.

But training is not on my schedule for today. I, and six other omegas, have completed our training and are scheduled to be auctioned off tonight. And, from what I understand, there will be some important alphas in attendance tonight. Tonight, all my training pays off, tonight I get what I’ve been working for my entire life. I get to belong to an alpha. And maybe, maybe if they like me enough, they might mate and mark me. To be pupped by an alpha is the highest honor an alpha can give to an omega. If everything goes to plan tonight, I can finally put all of my skills into practice and make myself useful!

On my auction day most of the day is spent in my room. I read some of the books I received as a reward for my obedience. Reading is pretty much the only thing the facility allows obedient omegas to do in their free time, which is rare to have. I am grateful to them for allowing me such a privilege and I always enjoy reading the books I’m allowed.

Around 5 pm I am escorted down a long hallway and to a door labeled ‘Dressing Room’. The guard opens the door and I walk in, with my head down in respect, inside the room are two trainers. This is where I will be dressed and prepared for my auction.

“Undress, omega, let us see what we have to work with.” One of the trainers' orders. I take off my shorts and tank top and neatly fold them, setting them on the table in front of me, as instructed. Panties are a privilege omegas are not entitled to. Our owner will decide what they deem is appropriate for us to wear underneath our clothes, if anything.

I stand still as the trainers take in my naked body and watch as they go to the racks of clothes and lingerie, deciding what will suit my body best.

“He’s definitely gonna bring in the highest auction tonight. We decided to put you on last, Izuku, we wanted to end this auction with a bang. The prettiest little omega that all the alphas out there have been waiting for. They can barely sit still,” The tallest and most muscular trainer says as he begins to dress me in the outfit they picked out, a dark green lace bodysuit that has sheer flower embroidery on it and shows off my thighs and butt perfectly. I look up into the mirror before me and see myself in the prettiest outfit I have ever been allowed. I feel tears come to my eyes as I look at myself. I want to remember how my future owner will first see me. Tonight is the night I will meet the alpha that I have been dreaming about my whole life, my owner.

“Look at him. Someone’s definitely gonna wreck him tonight.” The other, slimmer trainer says to the first trainer as she puts a touch of makeup on me. Just some mascara and lipgloss. “Those freckles of his are so precious.”

The trainers step back, motioning for me to spin and nod to each other.

“Perfe-” Before the muscular trainer can finish his thought, a siren blares. The emergency siren indicates someone has infiltrated the facility, an attack of some sort. This hasn’t happened before, not since I’ve been here. I start to panic and look at the two guards.

“Goddamnit. Ben probably set it off again,” The lady trainer says as she looks at the other trainer.

“He’s a fucking idiot.” he responds, and his attention turns to me, “Stay in here until we get back. You are not to move a single muscle while we’re gone. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes sir.” I say as they leave the dressing room.

And suddenly I’m alone. Of course something would go wrong on my auction day. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy for me. I should’ve expected something like this. I whine to myself as I wait for this mess to be over. My auction will probably be rescheduled for next week, there’s no way any of the buyers will stick around tonight if they expect a raid or attack, even if it is a false alarm.

I keep still, like the obedient omega I am. Patiently waiting for the trainers to return, I feel myself growing more anxious as time passes. The alarm keeps blaring then, suddenly, I hear an explosion and yelling over the alarm. My heart stops. I hadn’t, even for a second, expected this to be a real attack. An inconvenience at most, a mistake. But an attack? An attack is not something I had ever anticipated.

I look around the room, weighing my options. Eventually, I decide hiding is my best option. I go behind the clothing rack, sit in the corner and pull my knees to my chest as I try to make as little noise as possible. I have no idea what will happen after this. But I can’t think about that right now, I just have to stay safe. I have to stay hidden.

I’m not sure how much time has passed, I’m not sure when I can get out of here. Where would I even go? I don’t know where anything is. Eventually the alarm quiets down but I don’t move. I wait for the trainers to come and get me. I can hear people walking around, which I’m going to assume is a good sign. Maybe everything’s gonna be ok after all. Maybe it was just a false alarm and I was panicking over nothing.

Then, I hear voices, “Yeah, I’ll clear this hall! Shitty hair you take the northern one! I’ll radio if I find anybody.” The voice in the hall says. His voice is low and gravely, not a voice I’ve heard before. That’s not a good sign. None of this is. My life is over.

It’s only a matter of time until I’m discovered. This is one thing I was not trained for. This is the one thing I’ve never planned for. I’ll probably be held prisoner or sold to another alpha, which wouldn’t be so bad. But what if their intention is to hurt me or worse? Maybe it’s someone trying to get revenge on the facility- I need to stop. Spiraling like this won’t help. Right now, all I can do is hide and keep myself safe.

Then, the door of the dressing room opens and my breath hitches, they won’t see me. They won’t see me. They can’t see me. I hold my breath and close my eyes hoping they just skim over the room and do not notice me.

They stomp through the room and just when I think they’re gone I hear, “Riot, I’ve got another one.” It’s the gravelly voice from the hall. I cover my ears and shake my head as I feel it becoming harder to breathe. I force my eyes closed, he can’t be talking about me, he’s talking about someone else. I feel myself start to cry; this wasn’t how today was supposed to go.

Then I realize I can smell him giving off a calming scent, he’s definitely an alpha all right. His scent smells like smoke and caramel. I’m not used to being able to smell an alpha, all the trainers and guards here wear scent patches. And, somehow, I can feel myself actually start to breathe deeper again, his scent is actually calming me down, though I hate to admit it. I didn’t know an alphas scent could have such a strong effect on my omega.

I uncover my ears and finally open my eyes, crouching in front of me is a blonde haired, sweaty alpha wearing some sort of hero costume, he must be a pro hero. But that doesn’t make sense. Why would they attack the facility? They’re supposed to stop crime- Oh! He’s probably here to help with the attack that happened. Of course. That makes sense. I start to take deep breaths and look up at him. He’s just staring at me, I can smell worry on him.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” He says, in a voice far softer than the growl he had earlier, he stands up. I keep looking at him, somewhat skeptical given the current situation. Is he a pro or a villain or maybe someone disguised as a pro? Even though I’m not fully convinced, he is the alpha here and I must listen to him.

He puts his hand out to try and help me up and, against my better judgment, I take it. As I stand and see his eyes widen and a faint blush covers his cheeks. I look down, suddenly remembering the outfit I’m wearing and feeling self-conscious and exposed. He pulls off the black jacket with an orange X down the center of it and holds it out for me.

I look up at him, confused. “For you to… um, cover up a bit?” I stare at him and then at the jacket that reeks of him. It’s covered in soot and sweat but at the same time it looks comfortable? I’m not liking the way the omega side of me is reacting to him. I can’t accept this. More importantly, why has he offered it to me? It’s his jacke- my brain short circuits when I finally register that this alpha is now standing before me in a black tank top. A black tank top that hugs his very apparent abs and shows off his extremely muscular and mouth watering build.

“Are you gonna take it or just keep staring?” He questions, catching me stare at him. I take the jacket and pull it over the lingerie. It looks way bigger on me than it did on him. The sleeves are too long on me and it falls down to my mid thighs. So I am pretty much covered.

“I know this is all shocking. You probably have a lot of questions, but right now I need to get you out of here.” I look into his red eyes as he talks to me, taking in the alpha before me. He’s unlike any alpha I’ve ever seen or interacted with. He’s far bigger than any alpha I’ve ever seen. All the alpha trainers and guards here pale in comparison to the sheer domination his alpha seems to command.

He opens the door and I hear the ground crunch as his black boots step into the hall. I move to the doorway and see the floor is covered in broken glass and some pieces of the wall that have been broken, forming a huge hole in the side of the facility. Debris and rocks cake the floor before me and I look up at the alpha who sighs and looks back at me, clearly frustrated that I haven't followed him.

Before he can say anything, I motion to my bare feet, his eyes widen and he nods slightly in understanding. “Shit, right, I’m going to have to carry you out of here, is that okay?” He asks, looking at me, clearly trying to read whether I’ll have another panic attack over this or not. I nod.

He swoops me up into his arms, bridal style may I add, and pulls me close to his chest as he carries me. I find my anxiety decreasing and for the first time since the alarm went off I actually feel safe. Maybe it’s the alphas relaxing scent, maybe it’s the way he stood by me as I cried and soothed me with his scent, not touching me or pushing me, the way he asked for permission to touch me, as if he actually cares about what an omega wants. This is not how I thought alphas acted. Not at all. But something about this seems to soothe my inner omega as he walks out of the rubble and through the broken hole in the wall and to a parking lot full of omegas, ambulances, police, and other people I’m assuming are pro heroes.

I don’t see any of the trainers or guards. He sets me down on the pavement, and goes back inside the building, as he leaves, so does that feeling of calmness and safety. I am now hyperaware of the fact that I am surrounded by police officers yelling and pointing, omegas crying and seemingly happy, sirens blaring. It’s too much. It’s all too much. I can feel myself begin to breathe faster, heart rate increasing, the fear inside me growing.

An officer rushes me into an ambulance and tells me I’m safe now. That they can’t hurt me anymore. But that doesn’t give me any relief. Safe from what? I was safe! They are the ones taking me away from the facility, from my life, and not giving me any answers!

Is taking me away and leaving me in the dark their version of ‘saving’ me! Before I realize it’s happening, I begin to scream and fight the officer in the ambulance, trying to reach the handle and get out of here. The cop says something, screams something, he’s trying to calm me down, I cry and I feel him grab my arm tightly and try and force me back into submission, but I kick and scream and I bite him. I bit him. Another person grabs me from behind and I feel a sharp pain in my neck and everything goes black.

Here's the AO3 link for the full fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48611197/chapters/122617891

What’s a girl gotta do to find some good alpha bakugo x omega reader 😪