#and none of that 'alpha roll' bullshit

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

Protective Stiles

Give me unhinged Stiles. All human, full confidence, protective as fuck Stiles.

I want Stiles' name to be broadcasted on Nemeton weekly as the pack guardian. Not Emissary, not Protector Druid, just full, no holds barred— willing to die, happy to kill, will gut you like a fish if you touch my beta's and or alphas—Stiles.

Isaac and Stiles are bullshitting one day when Isaac says his "I spent my childhood locked in a freezer. How would I know how to be helpful?" And Stiles rolls his eyes.

"You can't use that every time Isaac." It's unfortunate that Aiden is walking passed them at that moment and he glares at the beta.

"It's where you belonged mutt." The twin hisses and Stiles is out of his seat so fast Scott doesn't have time to grab him. Cause sure, Stiles can't beat up Aiden but the werewolf can't heal his vision back if he's missing a goddamn eyeball. And it takes both Scott and Boyd to pull Stiles away before he stabs him in the face with a newly fashioned, mountain ash pencil.

Some new supernatural cat girl has been stalking Allison for weeks. Stiles at first tries to reason with her, tells her she's under Alpha McCalls protection and though she's a hunter Allison will leave her alone as long as she behaves. But Cat Girl won't have any of it and when she threatens to scalp Allison's 'pretty little head' Stiles runs her over with the jeep.

A werewolf with knowledge of the Hale pack comes back to town one day and is relentlessly harassing Derek. He blames him for the fire and Stiles happens to be out at the preserve when he hears the asshole talking about Kate. "Admit it Hale, you're glad they died! Selling your family out for one hard rut. Or did she make you the bitch?"

Neither notice Stiles and his metal bat wrapped in barbed wire and dipped in wolfsbane until he's on the guy. Derek watches in awestruck horror as Stiles beats the crap out of him. Human Stiles covered in blood and panting as he stands over the unconscious omega. He spits on the guy before turning to Derek and the alpha is both utterly terrified and completely turned on when narrowed and angry eyes look to him with concern and gentleness.

"Please don't listen to him Der. None of it was your fault."

Alpha Ito makes it her mission to warn any new supernatural travelers that Beacon Hills is protected by two packs and one human. "You may speak freely with Alpha Hale or Alpha McCall if there is a problem but I implore you, do not insult the fox."

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

The quints being fed up with the fire bunch's antics because they're very important to me.

"Have I ever told you fire ghouls are the bane of my existence ?" Omega hums conversationally, carefully wrapping Alpha's sprained wrist. Aether glances up from where he's wiping the blood off Ifrit's forehead, half smile pulling at his lips.

"No, but please, elaborate."

"Well, you see," Omega sighs, handing Phantom tweezers so they can take out the glass shards stuck in Dew's forearm, "they have this habit of roughousing anytime, anywhere, no matter what's around them-"

"Even in the kitchen," Phantom adds sagely, tutting disapprovingly at every low hiss from Dew each time another piece of what used to be a cookie jar is extracted from his flesh. Aether nods, tilting a bashful Ifrit's head this way and that, making sure he hasn't missed any cuts.

"Mmh, true. And sometimes, they kind of forget how strong they are," Aether sighs, with a weighted glance at Ifrit, holding his jaw firmly to stop him from flinching away from the sting of antiseptic, "leading them to throw a glass jar at their fellow ghoul hard enough for it to shatter on said fellow ghoul arm-"

"I thought Dew would catch it !" Ifrit whines, lower lips jutting out in a frankly adorable pout.

"How the fuck was I suppose to catch that, you threw a meteor at me dude, I finally got to feel what dinosaurs felt before going extinct-" Dew protests, yelping when his agitation earns him a slap on the wrist from Phantom.

Alpha snickers.

"If you had just shared the cookies with me like I politely asked, none of this would have happened."

Aether raises an eyebrow, sharing a glance with Omega above the rim of their respective glasses. "Politely", yeah right. They don't even need Dew's indignant splutter to know that's bullshit.

"Motherfucker you sprained your wrist trying to rip the jar from Ifrit's arm ! He wouldn't even had thrown it at me in the first place if you hadn't jumped him !"

Phantom huffs, rolling their eyes as they apply steri strips on Dew's cuts, before handing them to Aether so he can do the same with Ifrit's forehead.

"And how did you end up with those, then ?" Aether inquires, pushing Ifrit's hair out of the way, the light touch to his scalp instantly making the fire ghoul's tail wag despite the pink crawling up his cheek.

Alpha snorts.

"He whacked his head against the table's corner trying to pick up the broken glass, then slipped and fell face first in said broken glass."

"You're fucking lucky it's only a few shallow cuts," Aether grumbles, inspecting his work as Ifrit rests his chin on his sternum, arms coming to wrap around his middle with an apologetic chirp. Alpha's still snickering despite Dew's attempts to kick him.

"I wouldn't act so smug, Al," Omega points out, "it's your right wrist, it's going to be a pain in the ass to navigate for a few days."

Dew sneers at the oldest fire ghoul from where he managed to wrap his legs around Phantom's waist while they were working on his arm.

"Good luck jerking off, asshole."

Alpha only shrugs, taking a hold of Omega's belt buckle to drag him closer.

"I know it's a foreign thought for you, but you don't necessarily need your own hand to get off, right, Megs ? You'd know it if you got any bitches, Dewy."

It's Ifrit's turn to snort.

"At least we don't have a stick so far up our asses we'd rather get our guts rearranged than have a conversation about feelings-"

"I'll rearrange your guts, kit, not in the fun way I'm warning you-"

"All bark no bite," Dew sing-songs.

"Enough !" Omega snaps, looking as exhausted as Aether feels, pinching the bridge of his nose. Phantom, face in their hand, is probably regretting ever deciding to join the other quints at the infirmary.

"If you three disasters of hellborn beings don't pull yourself together, I swear I will have you picking up extra chores, I'm not kidding," Omega warns, glaring a the three ghouls mopping on their respective seats, "now get out of here and be mindful of your injuries. I better not hear of a single commotion you were part of, understood ?"

Grumbling agreements, the three fire ghouls get up, dragging their feet. Ifrit takes the time to nuzzle Aether's shoulder, mumbling soft thanks and pressing a kiss right under his jaw, Dew tussles Phantom's hair affectionately, and even Alpha grumpily presses his forehead to Omega's before leaving.

They barely crossed the infirmary's threshold, though, that the three quints can clearly hear Alpha laughing.

"Ifrit looks like he fought with a box of band aids and lost."

"I'll kick your ass."

"Bite him while you're at it."

"Come at me baby fires, i'll wipe the floor with you two-"

The sighs Phantom let out comes straight from their soul. Omega, deadpaning, takes his glasses off, mimicked by Aether, who's now daydreaming of his bed.

"Bane of my fucking existence."

[lilbardrhi]

"Broken", Not Stupid - 15: You're Pretty...

Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13)

CW: Omegaverse; dehumanization

Author's Note: One more bit of soft before we get into the first part of 13 sharing her last fourteen years of existence with 141 <3 also some silly, 141 group chat things! :D

<Ghost: I need you all at my place tomorrow. 10 am, no sooner. I'll make lunch and dinner. Nobody is crashing here, though.

>Cap: Everything alright?

>Gaz: It's not like you to not plan these things ahead. Are you ok?

>Soap: Is the lass alright?

<Ghost: I'm hoping to make everything alright. She said something tonight and it'll take all of us to get to the bottom of Salvation's bullshit. All of 141 and every resource we have, I think. But I want you all to hear her 'experience', as she calls it, with me.

>Cap: I assume you mean 13? Is she alright?

>Soap: IS SHE OK???

<Ghost: She's fine, Johnny. She agreed to sitting down with us all tomorrow, but this is going to take a while to get through. It's going to take more than one day of us sitting to listen.

Simon sighs softly as the notification of Johnny starting a group call pops up on his phone. He quickly declines the call and begins texting again. Only one handed this time as his right hand falls to gently storke 13's head. His fingers comb through her short, unruly hair slowly.

<Ghost: She's fine, Johnny. She's asleep on my lap right now.

>Gaz: Wait... on your lap?

>Cap: Unusual for you to be so causal about touch, Simon.

>Soap: ASELDKGFJLWIU

>Soap: YOU'RE CUDDLING?!

<Ghost: Would you three focus? This is important.

>Soap: Cuz you just adore her so much already?

>Soap: I saw the way you kept looking at her yesterday~ and watched you move between her and every potential 'threat'~

>Gaz: LOL can't wait to meet the woman who softened the big, bad Ghost up so quickly.

<Ghost: ... Anyway. I need all three of you here tomorrow at 10 am. No sooner than that, Johnny. We also need a way to record the conversation so we can take it to Laswell.

>Cap: I'll get something to record with. Kyle, Johnny, behave. Simon, get back to caring for her. Sounds like she needs it.

With that out of the way, Simon locks his phone and sets it on the sidetable to his left. His eyes stay on 13's face, though, as his right hand continues moving through her hair.

"Wish I could say they were wrong," he mumbles.

13 shifts, rolling so her back is to the TV.

"The hell did they do to you, sweetheart? None of what you've told me so far is safe or healthy. Yet... you act like it's an average day," Simon whispers to 13's sleeping face.

Selene stands, stretching, once 13 settles again. Then the cat walks over to sit on Simon's other knee and stares at him.

"You're getting awfully comfortable, miss," he says to the cat. She blinks in response then Simon sighs and reaches up to remove the black surgical mask. "Better?"

Selene immediately starts purring and lays down on Simon's thigh, loafing happily there.

"Guess this is my life now, huh? Two independent women living side-by-side with me. Can't wait to see where this goes," he chuckles quietly.

13 mumbles in her sleep, drawing Simon's attention again. Her eyes open slowly to find him looking down... entirely without his mask. She hums as her eyes close again and she slides closer to him.

"Didn't know you'd be that pretty," she mumbles into his side before snoring softly.

Simon's shoulder relax slightly at her sleepy comment, but he shoots Selene a half-hearted glare.

"This is your fault. She was not supposed to see me any time soon," he whispers the reprimand to the cat. However, Selene seems entirely unbothered by the blame and simply closes her eyes.

With any luck, Simon thinks, she won't remember tomorrow.

I hope...

Masterlist | CoD Masterlist | Part One

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[tiredcreatur3]

in the mood to whip up sum omegaverse bullshit.

imagine toji coming home, seeing your poor lil self, nesting and all, shaking as you were wearing just the male’s shirt and some fuzzy socks, nuzzled all up in the little puddle of the alpha’s clothes you took out of his closet.

it was obvious what happened, he didn’t even have to think twice, the scent of yours almost knocking all the sense out of him but he knew he had to stay sane and take proper care of you before even thinking about soothing your needs or anything.

you two have been trying to get pregnant for some time now, the heat hitting you very much just in time to be honest but still, it was very exhausting for you and the male knew it and it always broke his heart, seeing you all out of it like that.

he crouched down to you, carefully caressing your cheek and taking you in his arms, letting you immediately nuzzle up to him, taking in the scent you’ve been missing all day.

“that’s a good girl..” he said softly, hiding you in his arms almost completely, wanting to take it slow because he hated rushing things and rushing you most importantly even though it seemed like you needed that now.

-

“t-to-“ you whimpered out, all stunned as you took the alpha’s cock, poor little pussy getting beat up so so good, that being exactly what you needed after the whole day and in a way, the male too.

you were pretty much getting the heat fucked out of you, being so so fucked out after coming multiple times already, being folded in such a comfy position, your feet almost touching your shoulders as toji drilled into you so so deep, keeping you in the mating press.

“c-can feel you in my tummy.. you’re s-so deep ‘nd ha-hard.” you whispered, staring up at him with those fucked out eyes of yours, trembling under him, as he stared right back at you, leaning down to kiss you, praising you how good you were, how he was gonna breed your pussy so good as a reward, make you his pregnant little lady and take care of you the best he could, your heat getting to him eventually.

“ ‘s that what you want, pretty girl? your pussy bred, getting taken care of while having my baby in your tummy? hm?” he let out, almost cooing as you nodded your head hurriedly to all of it, pussy letting out all those adorable little squelches, giggling tiredly when you’d eventually notice too.

“i-i wanna have your baby, t-to.. p-please, p-pretty please.” you sighed shakily, trembling under the older, babbling softly about how much you missed him the whole day, how none of your toys helped soothe the want and need for the older, having missed his scent and just everything.

you were becoming even more sensitive, trembling as you let your arms fall back, resting next to your head as your eyes rolled back for a second, little moans and whines leaving you, so so fucking sensitive that it was getting to you now, the older noticing and keeping the pace nice and steady, wanting his pretty girl to cum hard.

“ ‘m gonna c-cum..” you whispered out softly, pussy getting all wet and tight, the older leaning down to kiss at your neck, licking over your sensitive scent glands which really helped you tip over the edge, coming hard on his cock, grateful that the male was holding your legs back because you were sure now that you had absolutely no control over them anymore.

he’d let you get on top too, having a nice grip on your ankles while letting you have your fun, grinding on his cock and scratching at his chest.

you’d take one of his hands, placing it on your lower tummy and he’d just keep it there, so fucking in love with you, how comfortable and confident you were with him, not afraid to show him what you wanted, so proud.

never breaking eye contact as you angled your hips just right and had the both of you coming in few seconds, the male knotting you, pumping his seed deep inside you as he wrapped your tired out self up in his arms, so so fucked out but finally soothed.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 22

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: Bucky and the reader start a heart to heart.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of witchcraft, past trauma.

You keep your hands down, watching them as they shake, as Bucky drives you home. His eyes flicker between your face, the road ahead and your hands.

"You OK?" He asks.

"I'm not sure." You reply, your voice full of uncertainty.

"Look, what she said..."

"I don't want to talk about it." You say abruptly, rubbing the tears from your face. Buck sighs in response.

"Sorry." You whisper.

"You don't need to be sorry. You don't want to talk about it, so that's on me, but I need you to know none of what she said is true and it won't stop Steve wanting you."

"You don't know that." You reply, your gaze now out the window.

"I do."

You can't help but role your eyes.

"Y/N, I know Steve. I've known that punk since we were knee high on a playground. I know everything about him. It's the reason I'm the beta of the pack. I can read that kid like a book, and I know how much it tore him apart when he was rejected, and I know he'd never do that to you."

"But that's the thing, you know Steve, you don't know me James."

Bucky tries to ignore the pull in his chest when he hears you call him by his first name.

"Well, I know now that your mother's an asshole."

"Not just my mother."

"Your dad too?"

"My biological dad, I don't even know him. My stepfather, I don't even know where to start."

"Start at the beginning."

"I'm not drunk enough for that and you don't have all day to listen to my bullshit."

"I've got time. and you've brought vodka."

You shook your head and let out a huff.

"You're not going to let this go are you? You're not going to give up? Any of you?"

"I can't speak for that bunch of idiots but I can speak for myself, and for Steve." He paused and reached over to squeeze your hand. "They didn't give up on me, and I'm not giving up on you."

You looked down at his hand on yours and pulled yours away.

"You shouldn't have done that, I could of hurt you."

"But you didn't, plus your hands aren't shaking anymore."

Your brow furrowed and you looked down to see he was right.

"You seem confused babydoll?"

"It's normally harder than that."

"Well according to Sam, and it kills me to use that idiot as a reference," he smirked, "but he said its usually easier for a witch to control things when they're with their pack, and I know Wanda has definitely been more settled since she became part it."

"Wanda, that's Natasha mate? Pietro's sister?"

"Yeah, her and Nat are kinda busy at the minute."

You smirked.

"Oh I know I can smell them all the way up here."

Bucky let out a chuckle.

"Yeah I think her shielding needs work. Maybe you can help her with that?"

"Maybe." You shrugged.

"I have a question."

"You seem to have a lot of those."

"Actually, I haven't asked you that much at all little miss luna." He replied, a glint in his eye. You rolled your eyes. "So, can I ask?"

"About what?"

"Is it true you put a shield over the whole damn town? In Queensborough?"

"Oh my goddess, is that really your question?"

"Yep, look I've served right, I seen shields, seen witches on the frontline. I've seen Wanda use them here and there, and Loki, but we try not to talk about him. Anyway, they said, I heard it was the whole town."

"From who?"

"A contact from S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Oh that Fury guy?"

Bucky laughed hard.

"What? Why are you laughing?"

"That 'Fury guy' is the Director or S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Well, he should do his job better." You shrugged. Bucky laughed again.

"You're right, he should." He laughed. You watched as his face lit up with a smile, and his eyes creased with laughter. He really was a beautiful beta. Bigger than any you had ever met and built very differently to Billy but there was something about him you couldn't shake. You felt your cheeks heat and pulled your eyes away. Looking around you realised you were home. Well, your current home, Stark's cottage. Sam pulled up in your car, parking it back in your original space next to the cottage. He stepped out and made his way to the passenger side of the truck. You put the window down as he approached.

"You OK?" He asked. You nodded in reply.

"I'm sorry for causing a scene back there. If I embarrassed you..."

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on a second there babygirl. You did not embarrass us." Sam told you.

You looked down at your hands.

"But"

"But nothing. You didn't embarrass us. Now, do you need to release some of that energy because I know a couple of spots that Pepper wanted plants." He smiled, pulling open the door for you. "Do you know how to do that? Push into the ground, make plants and all that?"

"I do, I've not done it in a while though." You replied, thinking back to your lessons with Cordelia and Fiona.

"You've got this babygirl." He replied, as he helped you from the truck.

Sam guided you around to the back of the cottage and into the back garden, which you'd yet to venture into. Bucky followed closely behind, his hand soon finding the small of your back. As you looked between them both, you couldn't help but feel at ease. They weren't scared of your powers and if anything, they seemed to embrace it. Being in the military they'd seen witches in all shapes and sizes, and had probably fought with them and against them. So had Billy and Frank, but even they had been suspicious of you to begin with. It was the reason Frank had gone looking for you when he'd heard the rumours around town that you were there and why he asked what you wanted in exchange for helping them at the docks the day of the accident. Sure things had changed quite quickly, but there was something about Sam and Bucky being unfazed, being so accepting that warmed your heart.

Maybe you should talk to Steve.

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[spooky-bunnys]

I definitely need part 2 Kokonoi x male 🤩

Well here ya go then! ENJOY!

Things had gotten better for (Name). After he finally split with Sanzu, he's been happier. He doesn't have to worry about upsetting the Pinkette anymore! He can just be himself, and enjoy work again. It was a relief to most of Bonten, that the Omega was happy once again.

Most of Bonten enjoyed having the Omega back to how he was. One member wasn't though, and he made it clear daily. It was honestly getting on everyone's nerves. Especially since it was staring to get physical.

(Name) groaned loudly. Catching a few members attention, causing them to turn towards the male. (Name) threw away another "gift" from the pinkette. He'd been trying to court (Name) again, and was failing miserably. Which was great entertainment to the other upper members.

Especially a certain silver haired Bonten Treasurer. He was enjoying the torture that Bonten's 2nd was enduring. Since he knew it was Karma, from how he treated (Name). Although, the other others though Kokonoi was enjoying it a bit too much.

(Name) sat at his desk, opening his computer and getting straight to work. While he was working someone approached his desk. (Name) didn't look away from the computer, already knowing who it was. "I see you threw another out. (Name) what is it gonna take for you to come back?

(Name) slowly turned, glaring at the Alpha. "I'm not going back to that Toxic bullshit, you called love! Now please leave so I can do my job." He turned back to the computer, ignoring the gaping male. While the other Executives behind him laughed. They've been waiting for the Omega to snap.

Kokonoi walked to (Name)'s desk. Ignoring the glare being thrown at him, by the seething Alpha. He placed a coffee cup beside the Omega. (Name) confused picked it up and took a small whiff. Before perking up and smiling brightly at Kokonoi.

"Haji! How did you know I wanted a (coffee)?" Kokonoi smirked at Sanzu and shrugged. "You spoke about wanting some last night." (Name) made an 'oh' sound before taking a small sip of the coffee. "Well thank you Haji. Oh! Here is the paperwork you asked for." He spoke turning and opening his filing cabinet.

While he was gathering aid paperwork. The two Alpha's were having a staring match. Sanzu glared hatefully, while Kokonoi gave his signature smirk. When (Name) turned around handing him the paperwork, Kokonoi gave soft smile to the Omega. "Thank you very much (N/Name). Keep up the good work!"

(Name) smiled and nodded, turning back and started typing away on his computer. Kokonoi gave Sanzu another smirk and winked, walking away to his office. Sanzu growled glaring after him, then turned to (Name). "You already koved on?!" (Name) ignored him. Trying to finish filing the work Mikey had asked him to.

"Oi! I'm talking to you!" Sanzu slammed his hands on the desk. Startling the Omega, who quickly caught tipping coffee. (Name) sighed and took another drink, before turning to the huffing Alpha. "What?" Sanzu growled putting more pressure on the desk. "I asked if you already moved on."

(Name) huffed rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. "First of all, it's none of your business. Second of all, I've gotten over my feelings for you, but I haven't started dating." Sanzu frowned. A growl emerging from within his chest. He punched a hole into the desk, and threw everything from the desk into the floor.

Startling everyone. "Oi! Sanzu!" Rindou quickly makes his way over, grabbing the Alpha. "The fuck do you think you're doing?!" (Name) quickly got up, walking past the other members, who were asking him if he was okay. They watched him stomp into Mikey's office, and they all froze.

They all stared at the closed door, waiting for something to happen. When the door opened a blank faced Mikey made his way out. He walked over to Kokonoi's office, knocking on the door before walking in. A few seconds later, Kokonoi raced out of his office and into Mikey's. Then Mikey emerged again, making his way to the frozen executives.

Once in front of them, he looked at the desk and the mess. Before turning to a rapidly paling Sanzu. "Did you do this?" He didn't make a sound. Mikey turned to the other members. "Did he do this?" Mochi silently nodded while Kakucho replied with a small yes. Mikey nodded and turned to face the others.

"Anyone wanna explain, why (Name) is having a panic attack in my office? Or how my secretary's desk is broken, and his computer and personal items are on the floor?" Ran stepped forward slowly. "Sanzu got upset when (Name) had confessed, that he doesn't have feelings for him anymore. He punched his desk and threw everything off his desk."

Mikey looked at the other members who nodded. He turned punching the Alpha right in the face, then turned to the stunned members. "Someone call Takeomi and inform him Sanzu has been suspended from his job until further notice. I want him out of my sight and out of this building. Now, and someone have the maids clean this up. I'll have Kokonoi and (Name) go and get him a new desk and computer."

Everyone stayed still. "Now!" Mikey practically growled. Making everyone move, doing as was told. Kakucho and Mochi dragging a struggling, and angry Sanzu to the elevators. Mikey turned to the brothers. "One of you call Takeomi to take him home. I'm going back to work now. Someone also get me some Dorayuki."

The brothers nodded. Ran calling Takeomi, and Rindou calling a bakery for an order of said snacks. Mikey sighed and ran a hand down his face, making his way back into his office. Seeing a sleeping (Name), and a frowning Kokonoi. "He's gonna need a new desk and computer." Mikey groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"I had him working on setting up our next meeting. Guess that will need to be rescheduled." Kokonoi didn't say anything, just nodding. Mikey's looked at (Name). "Take him to a safe house. We don't want anymore issues right now. We don't need another problem right now."

Kokonoi nodded, standing and carefully picking up (Name). "Sir, if I may? Sanzu has access to every safe house. Can I take him to my place?" Mikey thought for a moment before nodding. "Take care of him Kokonoi. He's Bonten's secretary. We need him."

[michaellangdonswhore]

Hi, I just saw you poste so here I am? maybe an ethan landry x reader who is smiliar to stu (Personality wise?) you can choos reader gender. like the act 3 there it reaveld that ethan is one of the ghostface and reader is quite sad/grumpy cause they like him and know he is a killer. "Man, I really wanna date you ):, but i cant cause rules of friendship, like you wanna kill my friends.... " I am sorry if this is not very specific but do what you wanna with it :)

warnings: like none this is just a blurb. prob bad I wrote this so quick and I don't feel like proofreading because I want to write something else. xoxo

word count: 1.6k

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There's three of them and there's three of you. You stand with your friends, Tara and Sam, severally injured. Detective Bailey was standing with a gun pointed towards you with two masked killers standing next to him.

"You?" Tara scoffs.

"Yeah, of course me," Bailey shrugs. "Frankly I expected more from you after what you did to us."

"Us?" You repeat.

The person next to him begins to take off his mask, revealing a smily familiar figure beneath.

You scoff, because out of all of your friends, you genuinely didn't believe it was him. Sure, everyone joked about it, but he was... he just seemed to innocent. Ethan seemed so vanilla.

Also, you liked him, so you were a firm Ethan defender. No matter how many times you were told to trust no one; especially Ethan after Anika was murdered, you did.

You just couldn't believe it. Ethan- who you had confided in, cried to, almost made out with had pretty much, quite literally, stabbed you in the back.

"Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery," He spoke, so confidently, which was so unlike him.

This really hurt- in many different ways. You actually thought you knew him and understood him. You had never seen this person before.

"I mean all I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condensing alpha literally named Chad. Fuck, it felt good to kill him!"

He presents his mask.

"This was your grandmothers, Sam. Nancy Loomis? Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family..."

"Wait for it..."

"My name's not Ethan Landry!" He says excitedly. "Is it, dad?"

Well, isn't he just full of surprises.

"Dad?" Tara scoffs.

"Well then that just leaves..." Sam looks at the only one unmasked. "Mindy?"

Luckily, it's not.

"Hey, roomie," Quinn says. "You didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"Well, yeah, we all thought you were dead," You scoff. You turn to Tara and Sam. "That's one way to get off the suspect list. Creative, I must say."

"Yeah, you'd be amazed what a grieving father could get away with." Bailey says.

Ethan's staring you down with a hungry look in his eyes. It was all a game to him.

You can't help but actually roll your eyes in the situation. The audacity you have. This ends with all out hell breaking loose-

Quinn slices deep into your arm with her knife and Bailey starts laughing.

"You stay the fuck away from her!" Tara yells as you stumble back, beginning to look for an exit plan.

This was not how it was supposed to go.

Why couldn't it have been someone else? Anyone but him? You just felt so stupid.

"What is this?" You ask them all, specifically Ethan. "You did this as a family?"

"She should know better than anyone," Ethan shoots a dagger at Sam.

"I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit the murders at Woodsboro!" Sam groans, sick of explaining the same thing over and over again.

"We know that. What do you think this is? You think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Bailey scoffs. He gives Sam a pitiful look. "Come on. Who do you think started those rumors in the first place?"

Quinn raises her hand and laughs, "Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam from the hero of Woodsboro into the villain? How easy it was to convince the world to believe the worst in people rather than the best?"

"It's not enough to just kill someone these days," Ethan adds, "You have to assassinate their character first. So when dad here discovers your horribly mutilated bodies, posed with Sam wearing her father's mask, he'll say some poor dumb bastard read on the internet that you're the real ghost face and took matters into their own deluded hands."

"It's the perfect alibi!" Bailey chuckles. "And all the best lies are based on truth."

He points to Sam, "You're a killer. Just like your father."

"No, I'm not!" She yells back.

"Yes you are, motherfucker, you killed our brother!" Quinn screams.

"What are you talking about?"

Great. Another surprise.

So, Ethan's a killer. Quinn's not dead. And their brother was the last ghost face. Great.

"You told us your brother died in a car accident," You shoot daggers at Ethan.

"No, you sweet dumb thing. He died at Woodsboro."

He's pointing his knife up, using it to make a point.

"You're Richie's family?" Sam looks distraught.

"Yeah," Bailey nods.

There's an awkward moment of silence, interrupted by Ethan stabbing Sam in the chest and filling the room with laughter.

"She's finally starting to get it!" He exclaims.

"Have I been a perfect dad? No. Have I maybe over indulged in Richie's interests in these movies? Yeah. He even made a few of his own. There's a very special bond between a father and his first son."

"Ouch." You look over at Ethan, impulsively. "That's gotta sting."

You take another small cut to the shoulder from Quinn. You couldn't tell why she wouldn't just kill you right then and there; it would certainly get the point across.

"What?" You look offended- almost as if you weren't meaning to be offensive. You look back up at Bailey. "And just because you sucked at raising your kid doesn't mean you get to take it out on... literally children."

"Yeah, well I think we're a little past that point now," Bailey sighs.

You open up your mouth, gaining your voice back before Quinn nips at you again, causing nothing but a wince to escape your throat. She's warning you for interrupting.

"I built a tribute to my son," Bailey continues. "This is where you have to die, Sam. Because everyone dies, Sam!"

He's beginning to rile up, pointing his gun at her now.

"Everyone that had to do with the death of my son has to die." He says. "Put on the mask."

"He was a man baby." Sam smirks. "He made his girlfriend do all the killing for him."

Quinn begins to charge at her, but Tara manages to knock her away, and that's when Kirby decides to wake up and shoot Bailey to the ground. Ethan then tackles her, stabbing her harshly in the abdomen in the process.

You act swiftly, taking a nearby brick on the floor at charge at him, slamming the brick into his head and knocking him off of Kirby.

The knife is still in her stomach, you and Ethan fighting each other on the floor in the corner while everyone else does their thing. You notice Sam and Tara climbing somewhere out of the corner of your eye. You want to get to them, but this might be the last time you can ever have your hands on him again.

It's almost if he's not fighting back, though; and it's like you're not fighting hard enough. It's like you're scolding him, like a wife hitting her husband with a dish towel for not liking the food. Except it's with a brick in your hands.

And he's laughing at you while you're doing this, knows that you couldn't possibly hurt him.

"Stop."

"Stop what?" He smirks. "You're the one hitting me with a brick."

"Stop laughing!" You groan. "This isn't funny."

You hit him a little harder.

"Ow!" He grabs his arm. He rolls his eyes and walks back to Kirby. "Where's my knife?"

As he retrieves it, you hear a gunshot and then see Tara swinging off the balcony, being held up by Sam. Ethan has his knife now, and he's swinging at Tara.

This is your moment to act again; you charge at him once more, bringing him to the ground. Not to your surprise, he overpowers you and is now holding you tight, knife pointed at your neck to ensure that you don't move. Bailey's gun is aimed at Tara, but now switching between the both of you.

"Take care of her, Ethan," Bailey says, aggravated that this is taking so long.

He nods, dragging you into the corner of the room; and then into a separate room. You're trying to fight back, kicking and digging your nails into his skin.

You know he won't kill you. He would've already.

Once you're alone, completely alone, he loses his grips. However, he's still holding tight enough to prevent you from moving anywhere.

It's silent for a moment. Neither one of you are talking.

"If I wasn't like this..." He begins. "If I didn't do this-"

"What?" You ask. "Would I have considered being with you?"

He awkwardly blushes. What a time to blush.

"You always did read me so well."

"Clearly not well enough." You groan and roll you eyes, escaping his grasp and pushing him off of you. You're not fighting him, and he's not trying to fight you, but you are keeping your guard up in case he decides to attack.

But he won't.

"So?"

"How can you expect me to answer that?" You question. "Like yeah, I would've loved to date you, but you're kind of trying to kill my friends and me. So, I don't really think the whole relationship thing would work out."

He sighs.

"I should've asked you out sooner," He says after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, you really should've." You snap back.

It's weird. This is the Ethan you knew. It's like he's back. Ghostface or not, your dynamic hasn't changed.

Your brief moment of peace was interrupted quickly though with another gunshot. This freed you of your delusion- that he was this normal guy.

Freed from his grasp, you ran back to the main room to find your friends perfectly fine. Both Quinn and Bailey basically looked dead, and Sam was in the Ghostface robes. You figured some sort of poetic justice had occurred.

But now it's three against one, and there's nothing you could do to save him.

[arsenickemetic]

MUSIC I THINK THE BUGS WOULD LISTEN TO & HEADCANONS !!!

another gggggreaaat post (tony the tiger voice) i will def do the trolls / alpha kids later when my laptop isnt dead, and yeah! homestuck and music my faves :3

JEGBERT - MOVIE SOUNDTRACKS / JAZZ / SKA

i always thought john, would *strictly* only listen to his lame movie soundtracks. but well, that's kind of duh? i add my own little twist like this, i like to think john is soooome sort of immigrant, its why he likes these lame movies, as a way to relate to american culture and feel more like a suburban kid (can someone nuke this guy), overall when john isnt jamming his soul out to movie soundtracks, i do think he would love cool jazz, or punk ska :B !

ROSE LALONG - ALTERNATIVE ANYTHING

well, this is kind of obvious. rose is very much a "Stick It To The Man!" mentality. i fear i cant see rose as anything but a pastry princess anyhow i think for her music, obviously she would adore the gothic bands like the banshees, but i also like to think she really enjoys experimental music, tunes that feel like the whispers of beings once gone. music that makes you go mad with eldritch understanding. she also strikes me as the kind of person to only listen to bands who have only like three fans.

GAYVE STRIDER - GOD AWFUL UNDERGROUND RAP

i dont wanna spend too much time (lame hipster bs #majoreyeroll) on what dave listens to, hes definitely a brother. i think what he really listens to is soooo wrapped up in his stupid, stoic, ironic cool guy bullshit. that its not even worth it to know, so none of his friends reaaaaaally know what he jams out to. dave would so so so put on smokeghostpurrp and say its the motherfucking shit. or something as rough as this, honestly even as a hip hop fan. dave would listen to that estoteric underground rap thats so gatekeeped the only way to find it, is through like reaching nirvana. (on a more serious note, i think he would like j dilla, atcq and outkast.)

JADE HARLEY - ANTI-FOLK AND THE SICKEST BASS EVER

jade jade!!! the girl ever, i think jade is some sort of islander, i dont have a specific ethnicity in mind, but something like that. onto her music, i think jade would have a "listen to anything, does not mind." kind of attitude, her upbringing wouldn't have let her form any real sort of biases to music, i think. which is why she would have the most diverse taste of the beta kids. overall i think she would enjoy artists like kimya dawson, and that sort of soft music, but well i think she would also listen to more emotional music like field medic. i also think she absolutely adore anything with the funkiest bass like rick james, the rolling stones. honestly anything you can think of, jade would jam the fuck out of!! :D

[theeeveetamer]

Actually that refresher on my 3H blue lions Omegaverse headcanons is a good excuse to get into the antimicrobial alpha saliva Sylvix thought I’ve had bouncing around in my brain for about three weeks now

So basically, refresher for anyone who missed that extremely specific post, alpha spit can be used as a disinfectant (to make the bonding process cleaner and to help their mate heal afterward) and also, possibly alphas are allergic to each other’s saliva

SO the idea is slowly taking shape I’m not sure I have all the details yet, but god I can just see Sylvain getting into some shit with some alphas who were trash talking his friends. Prolly alphas from the Empire and Alliance primarily. (Cuz even if Sylvain is kind of a piece of shit toward omegas, he’s definitely got at least a small exception carved out in his brain for his close friends)

Consider: Sylvain bumming around the training grounds while the rest of his classmates spar, and he overhears some other alphas who are also hanging out/training making increasingly vulgar comments about the BL omegas

And he tries to ignore it at first. Really, he does, but it goes from the typical “ugh how could they let an omega run a kingdom” to extremely inappropriate comments

He reaches his limit on listening-to-this-bullshit when Felix takes his shirt off (it’s damn hot outside and he’s training!) and Sylvain overhears one of the alphas make a comment about how much fun it would be to, uh, melt the ice-queen (but in much less appropriate terms)

And Sylvain sees red and just fucking tackles the guy and starts whaling on him. It probably turns into a huge chaotic shit show cuz none of the other BL have any clue what’s going on, but they do look over to see one of the other Alpha’s buddies sinking his teeth into Sylvain’s arm, and they’re just like “welp guess it’s time to throw down” and jump in

They all have detention for the next. Like. Forever. Sylvain tries to hide the extremely swollen bite on his arm so no one worries, but of course everyone knows something is up when he actually rolls his jacket sleeves down over his forearms for a couple of weeks. When Felix finds out what the fight was about many, many years later he punches Sylvain in the honestly-kinda-gnarly-looking-bite-scar and yells at him for getting hurt over something so stupid (it wasn’t stupid)

[casspurrjoybell-28]

The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 48 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Real - Cyrus

I feel sick to my stomach.

Guilt and shame roll in like tidal waves as Oliver sobs for his mother.

It was 'my fucking responsibility' to keep my mate safe, above all else and I failed. I failed so badly that a monster now has hold of him.

My delicate, little Koa, alone and scared and vulnerable, when he never should have to be because I was supposed to be there, as his Alpha.

I deserve a fate worse than death for letting this happen.

For being distracted with God-forsaken Beau and my father's bullshit while the one thing that mattered was stolen away.

To be hurt.

To be abused.

I need to act and fast.

I'm still reeling from Oliver's words as I prepare, gathering my knives and holster which adjusts to my wolf's form.

Beau stomps across the room.

"Cyrus, are you seriously going after him? It's the middle of the night."

I ignore him.

Why the hell wouldn't I?

It's Koa and I curse myself for letting Beau's antics get to me, paving the way for this to happen.

Koa should have been by my side.

Even if I have guards deployed to protect him, it's clear I can't trust anyone but myself to do so.

He might still be here, then, safe and sound in my arms.

I am never going forgive myself but I can't ruminate over that now.

I only have one objective, which is to save my mate.

Nothing will stop me, even if I have to massacre hoards of Blood Pack warriors to get to him.

They took my mate from me and they are going to fucking pay for it.

"Cyrus. Answer me. I'm right here and you're going off on some death mission for an Omega that doesn't even want you?"

"I don't care if he doesn't want me. I need him safe."

"But we were having such a good time," he whines.

"Were we? Because I was thinking that maggots would be better company."

His mouth drops open.

"Excuse me?"

I don't spare him a second glance.

Scooping Oliver up in my arms, I hurry out the door to summon my warriors.

***********

I've had them gather in front of the Pack House.

I know I won't be able to do this alone, as much as I want to take off into the woods and find Koa as soon as possible.

"What is the meaning of this?"

My father marches out, presumably seething that I've made the order to gather all the warriors he believes are his.

I turn away from him to face the crowd, projecting my voice.

"The Blood Pack has taken my mate. I call on a force of ten of you to aid me in his rescue."

They immediately burst into chatter and whispers amongst themselves, frowns flashing across several faces.

I can't say I hadn't expected this.

They disapprove of Koa because of his pup and have made no effort to hide it.

No doubt my father's influence at work.

It also doesn't help that, to them, Koa is an outsider they feel no loyalty to.

"Are you out of your mind?" my father interjects, the blood rising to his face.

"We will not be risking our warriors, our people, over one measly, tainted Omega none of us care for."

I continue my address.

"If that is truly what everyone here thinks, then I will go alone but need I remind you all that in the recent attack, Koa fought for this Pack, despite having no obligation to do so. He saved one of our own."

Several looks of disbelief are exchanged.

There's no doubt the person never came forward, most likely being an immature Alpha or Beta humiliated at the fact a 'weaker' Omega saved them.

"Believe me or don't, he is my Omega, the one I swore to protect and while aren't sworn to do the same, I would hope you honorable enough to follow me, as I have risked my life for all of you more than once. I've protected your loved ones and now I ask in return for your help in saving someone more important to me than anything, rather than stay behind like cowards because this man," I motion to my father.

"He thinks Omegas worthless for circumstances beyond their control."

My father's face looks close to exploding from fury.

At the front of the crowd, Morgan gapes as he rocks Oliver in his arms, the boy still sniffling into his shirt.

Most have been shocked into silence and rightfully so. I've never defied my father so boldly before and especially not in front of the warriors he commands. Warriors meant to be loyal to him but I sense a shift in them.

The Omegas are considering my words, talking amongst themselves and others while shooting disapproving glances at my father.

His belief of Omegas as inferior has never been a secret but neither has he made it so glaringly obvious.

"Well? What will it be?" I demand, growing impatient.

Every second wasted is one more second Koa could be suffering and the thought of that alone sends a dark, icy chill through me.

An Alpha female and male couple step forward, the woman clearing her throat.

"Our son was... the one Koa rescued in the attack. He only confessed it to us recently. He's our sole child and so precious to us. We'd be... honored to help get Koa back. We owe him everything."

I recognize them as two of the most respected elder warriors in our Pack, having been around the longest.

I bow my head to them, grateful.

Xavier, of course, is next to come forward and then there is another, then another, then another.

Pretty soon I have a force of fifteen warriors having volunteered, all determination and pride and for the first time, I feel as if I've actually made a mark.

Proved myself an Alpha worth following, putting trust in.

My father is livid.

He sputters in anger, mother futilely clinging to his arm and begging him to calm down.

Beau is suddenly there, latching on to his other side.

"Cyrus, you never let me tell you the s-secret," the Omega shouts.

"Koa can't have pups. He's infertile and has been hiding it from you this entire time."

I let my nostrils flare, canines flashing in the torchlight.

"Someone ought to make it so you can't speak anymore," I growl and he flinches back behind my father.

As if this news would have deterred me had I not already known.

"How dare you. You will not waste my forces on an Omega who cannot bear you an heir, at the very least..."

"THEY ARE NOT YOUR FORCES. THEY ARE MINE. I AM THE ALPHA OF THIS PACK."

For the first time in his life, my father is speechless.

[crazyrainbowz]

New Blog.

If anyone out there wants to follow the down and dirty of what I do on a normal daily basis with my foster dogs, be sure to follow my new blog. 

trainingafoster 

I can’t post these rants on facebook because it might prevent them from getting adopted, and I didn’t want to flood my main blog since some people might not want to see it. But if you are interested in the daily life of a dog trainer, please go follow it. I’ll give you the good, the bad, and the ugly. 

I’m taking these long term residents from the shelter setting and bringing them into a house to try to make them into normal, adoptable dogs that can survive in someone’s home.

[quinncupine]

May I request Alpha Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki (seperate) always protecting their Omega reader? How would they react if another alpha tried to claim the omega? Likee hmm say for example the two are walking on the street then another alpha just jumps in and talks about like how attractive reader's scent is and stuff! It is alright if youre not comfortable with writing with this many characters, this ABO au, or this idea in general!

Notes: Hi Anon! I’m so sorry this took longer than expected to do! I promise I didn’t forget you! I don’t really know much about the ABO au so I had to do a bit of research first. I’m not really sure if I landed it though, but I did have fun writing it! It’s always fun to try out something new, so I do hope you enjoy it! I also tried to keep it gender-neutral.

Warnings: Language, mild violence, slight blood, possessive behavior, Alpha-Omega au, drinking-drunken behavior

Word Count: ~2.7K

Wanna request something?

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BAKUGO

Katsuki is the definition of aggressive. It's no surprise he'd be just as aggressive as an Alpha, especially when it came to you. Your mere presence was enough to send him into ultra possessive protective mode.

The two of you were heading back to your shared apartment after one of your weekly date nights. Since he was a pro hero, he didn't often have much free time, so he set aside a specific night each week, just for you. He wasn't the best at showing his love through words, so his actions more than made up for the fact.

A muscled arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked through the deserted street. The ground seemed to be swaying a bit, or that might've just been you. One drink too many could do that. Katsuki warned you not to drink so much, but you didn't listen and as much as he complained that he wouldn't carry you home, he still held most of your body weight up by a single firm hand.

"I love you," you cooed, dropping your head into his shoulder with a smile.

His hand tightened around you and a cocky grin spread across his face. "I know."

With a slight pout, you huffed, "say it back."

The tiniest roll of his eyes before he grabbed your chin with his free hand and tilted it up so he could look into your eyes. You were about to question him but his lips silenced you with a deep kiss. "You know I do." He tried to sound annoyed, but you could see straight through it.

He wouldn't be caught dead being this sentimental with you if anyone else was nearby, especially if another Alpha was near. To him, acting like that opened someone up for weakness, and with you on the line, he would never allow that. But since it was just the two of you alone, he allowed himself to show just a slight bit of passion. These little moments were reserved solely for you.

Wrapping your arms around him as much as you could, you let out a heavy sigh with sleepy eyes. The peaceful night air had a bit of a chill to it, but that was nothing compared to the heavenly warmth radiating from his body. That was until you felt his whole person stiffen.

Confused, you looked up. Then the smell hit you. Another Alpha's scent. Even in your hazy state, it smelled overwhelming, intentional…and all-too aggressive. It literally smelled like trouble. You'd had trouble in the past with other Alpha's coming on way too strong, which was one of the reasons why you were so grateful to have found Katsuki. He doesn't put up with any bullshit and isn't afraid to fight others off.

Katsuki's nails dug into your waist, his feet abruptly coming to a stop. Jaw clenched so hard, teeth nearly cracking from the pressure. Ruby-red eyes narrowed into deadly slits. A vicious snarl itching to see some action. It was a sight you were used to seeing from him. Criminals and heroes alike tried to avoid that exact look he was wearing right now.

Plenty of Alpha's had tried to come onto you in the past, but none have been so bold as to outright try to challenge Katsuki, especially in the dead of night on some deserted street. The moment they got a whiff of that dangerous heady scent, dripping with aggression and possessiveness, they immediately backed off. He didn't know the meaning of mercy.

When you turned your head to pinpoint the source of the scent, he twisted around first, swinging you to his back in one easy motion. The street looked empty from where you poked your head around his arm.

"Get lost fuckwad," he growled, "or die."

The shadows shifted and a man clad in loose black clothes that blended into the darkness so well you were having a hard time keeping your eyes on him. It was only when he stepped into the glow of a streetlamp from a block away did you finally see him clearly. He casually crossed his arms behind his head. A way of showing Katsuki that he wasn't threatened in the slightest. Even a full block away the poignant smell of him invaded your nose.

"What a temper on this one," he purred with a sultry charm guised to disarm, a complete contradiction of his hostile scent. "You know babe, you'd be much better off with me."

"Don't fucking talk to them," Katsuki snapped, fingers digging into the fabric covering your arm. "Or I'll kill you."

"It's not worth it," you tugged on his jacket a bit. "Let's just go."

Even as you said it, you knew it was pointless. Katsuki never backs down from a fight. Violence is ingrained in his DNA.

"Gonna take orders from an Omega? At least I know how to keep them in place, like a real Alpha," he smirked, crossing the street. A deep growl rumbled in Katsuki's chest, but the other Alpha ignored it. "Can't you smell it? I could smell their scent three blocks away."

You were on suppressants but alcohol is notorious for diluting their effect and of course, you had to show him up and drink more than him tonight. Was your scent out of control? You didn't think so and Katsuki hadn't said anything about it all night. You couldn't smell it, but if that Alpha had followed you all this way, it must've been strong.

As the Alpha drew closer, you realized just how bulky the man was. He stood taller than Katsuki by almost a foot and that grin stitched into his face was making you nervous. The whole situation was stressing you out so much Katsuki could most likely smell it comes off you in waves. His bright vermillion eyes found yours and he huffed. That instinct to protect was warring with his compulsion for reckless abandon. Before he could say anything, the Alpha made the first move.

With a snap of his teeth, the burly man took off towards Katsuki and Katsuki didn't waste a second. He pushed you back and charged. The two met in a head-on collision. A bright explosion lit up the darkened street with an echoing boom. When the light faded and the smoke cleared, Katsuki stood over his opponent, an angry snarl spilling from his grinning face as he smashed his foot into the Alpha's singed back. What was the phrase? All bark and no bite.

Once he was sure the Alpha was down for the count, he trudged over to you. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away. After a few minutes, he deemed it far enough and stopped to pull you into his chest, resting his chin on your head.

"The nerve of these assholes," he muttered, eyes still glaring at the soft shadows surrounding them. He wouldn't feel better until you were back home, under his watchful eye. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," you mumbled into his shirt, closing your eyes with a relieved sigh. "I'm always fine when I'm with you."

MIDORIYA

Izuku isn't a typical Alpha. His demeanor is usually quiet and kind so it always surprised most people to find out he was one. Only making sense when he went into battle mode. The sheer ferocity this guy displays while fighting is one of the most intense things anyone will experience. R.I.P any brave soul that decides to challenge him. He gives it his all, especially if it means protecting someone under his care; namely you.

After leaving the theater (yes, Izuku drags you to each new All Might Movie premier, and no, you don't have a choice in the matter) you lean into him, listening to him gush about every detail the movie had gotten right or horribly wrong. This man was a serious fanboy. His voice was soothing to hear to so you could listen to him prattle on forever if you had your way.

The two of you had almost made it to the car when someone stumbled into you. If Izuku hadn't had his arm around your waist, you would've fallen down with the obviously drunk man. He pulled you away from the drunkard and did a quick check to make sure you weren't hurt before turning his attention to the man. "Hey, are you alright buddy?"

"Dammit!" the man groaned as he crawled back to his feet, swaying from side to side once he made it up. "Watch where you're goin'," he slurred out, lips having a hard time forming the words. Then he sniffed and blinked a few times, focusing on you. "Mmm, you smell good."

Izuku stiffened, subtly stepping in front of you, eyes narrowed. "Your drunk, it's time you went home."

"What's a lovely thing like you doing out so late?" he ignored Izuku entirely, puffing out his chest with a sleazy grin. That's when the scent hit you. Strong, mixed with the smell of alcohol. It made your nose wrinkle in disgust. "Come here doll, I can take good care of ya."

A low rumble vibrated deep within Izuku's chest. A warning. A threat. Most sensible Alpha's would've taken the cue, but this guy was far from anything resembling sense. Izuku is, for the most part, a rational Alpha, but when the drunkard stepped closer to touch you, he lost it.

It was so quick, you almost missed it. Izuku snatched the grimy hand, twisted it which in turn forced the man to twist as well, and sent him flying with a powerful kick to the rear. He kicked him so hard the Alpha flew halfway across the parking lot, landing in a small puddle with a loud splash. It took a moment for him to roll over, body still trying to process what just happened before finally falling back into the puddle with a long-winded groan.

Izuku stood rigid, eyes locked on the Alpha who had curled in on himself. He gnashed his teeth a few times trying to even out his huffy breaths. Small sparks of green electricity quietly crackled off his skin.

"Izuku?" you grabbed one of his fisted hands and pulled it close.

He looked down at you, still trying to calm his racing heart. Izuku didn't like to get like this in front of you and that in itself was making him more upset. But a part of him loved the fact that he could protect you so easily and that you took comfort in that fact.

The Alpha, apparently too drunk to remember what just happened, rolled out of the puddle and back to his feet. His back was dripping wet, but he didn't even seem to notice as he staggered off into the night.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, finally turning to you.

You wrapped your arms around his muscly frame, fingertips just barely meeting on his back. "What're you sorry for? You protected me, didn't you?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Pride swelled in his chest. A slight tinge rushed to his cheeks so he tucked his face into your neck, nuzzling his nose deep into the crook. Your scent was always so calming and he stayed like that for a minute until he remembered you were both still standing outside the car. "Let's go home."

TODOROKI

Shoto is a strong silent Alpha. He's probably the calmest of the three, but that doesn't mean he won't hesitate to kick anyone's ass if they dare mess with you. He's mastered the evil eye glare and combined with his natural Alpha aura, most steer clear.

You had decided to take a day trip to the next prefecture over to see your friends and had asked Shoto to pick you up from the train station. So, there he was, standing on the platform, umbrella in hand as the rain came down in a steady, freezing pour.

When the train finally pulled in, he scanned the cars until he saw you step out. Even in the heavy rain, he could pick up your scent and it was screaming distress. It confused him until he saw why…or rather smelled why. Stepping out behind you was a lanky man, mere inches from your back. His grinning face was bent next to yours as he talked with you, well more like at you. Large hands ghosted over your hair, taking in heavy whiffs of you. A grimace stuck on your face as you did everything in your power to ignore him, but trying to ignore an Alpha was like trying to ignore a blowhorn to the face. Loud, obnoxious, and completely overwhelming. The longer you ignored him, the more irritated he grew.

Shoto snapped the umbrella closed so hard he almost broke it. He no longer cared about getting wet and used the tip to wedge himself between the crowd of people. The hair on his neck stood on end. The rain on his right side froze the minute it touched his skin while on his left, it turned to steam. He tried to suppress that ball of rage building in the back of his throat, only for an aggravated growl to escape. Anyone who managed to catch his wrathful gaze quickly jumped out of his warpath.

The Alpha placed his hand on your shoulder and that was the final straw. You turned to swat him off, which was apparently the wrong thing to do. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you right up against him, dark eyes narrowed, teeth bared. Panic took over as you struggled to free yourself from his too-tight grip.

An umbrella came out of nowhere, whacking the Alpha right in the nose. He let go of your wrist with a startled yelp, stumbling back a few feet.

Shoto suddenly materialized between the two of you. You'd been so distracted that you didn't even realize you could smell Shoto's scent. But now that he was up close, it was all you could smell. Strong, powerful, and…furious.

"What the fu-AAAH!" With a scream, he toppled over. Both legs were frozen together in a thick column of ice. He hit the ground hard, head smacking on the wet concrete.

Shoto towered over him, shooting that perfected evil eye, face masked in shadows. "Next time," he growled, voice low and terrifyingly calm, "I'd advise not to touch people without their permission." Crouching next to his head, he glanced down at his left hand where a small flame erupted, and despite the pouring rain, only seemed to grow brighter. "Or you might get burned."

The man wisely stilled, eyes wide. "I didn't know they already had a mate dude, I swear."

"Regardless, don't ever let me catch you treating someone like that again," he snapped his hand closed, extinguishing the flame. "Is that understood?"

The threat was heard loud and clear but the Alpha glanced at you and Shoto grabbed his chin and pulled his gaze back to him. "Don't ever look at them again."

A nod and Shoto threw his face to the side, standing up. Taking a moment to compose himself again, he turned to you, hunched in on yourself, looking slightly embarrassed. Too many people were staring because Shoto had made a scene. He could care less about what other people thought. Someone had messed with you and he had to make it right.

Holding a hand out, you accepted it and he ushered you away. The both of you were soaking wet but he still opened the umbrella again, shielding you from the rain. Once you were far enough away from the station and other people, he stopped to inspect you.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, looking for any obvious signs or lingering scent marks.

"No, I'm fine." You hugged yourself, not sure if you were shivering from the cold wet or from that creep, possibly both.

With a frown, he pulled you in close. His left side immediately warmed you up and you buried your head as far as you could into his chest, that familiar, safe scent surrounding you. "Thanks, Sho."

That intense anger was slowly ebbing away the longer you held onto him. That need to protect, to comfort taking its place.  You alone were the only thing that seemed to be able to calm him down when he was so worked up. Wrapping his free arm around you, tucking you in as tightly as possible, he kissed the top of your head. "You know I'd do anything for you."

[thetorturerwrites]

I've Got You: Ch 14

Summary:  “You think we’re gonna be able to do this?” He asked, wanting to believe you could do anything. He didn’t want to doubt you, but he had to admit he had them about this.

“Here we go,” she murmured, turning the Bronco off the main road and maneuvering it into position on one of the smaller backcountry tracks.

When the car came to a full stop, he eased out of the passenger side as quietly as he could, folding up the seat so he could jerk the prisoner out from the back seat.

The time for infiltration was at hand.

A/N: As always, thank you for being here if you are. <3

Reminder: The Keep Reading link directs you to AO3. I only post a blurb of this fic here as a test to see which way I like better. So, when it directs you there, it isn’t broken.

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The drive from one mountain to another was torturous in far too many ways for Clyde’s liking. Bumpy was an understatement. The road twisted and turned something fierce, and the potholes were so deep the axle of the vehicle jerked and jolted with each drop. He spent the ride anxious that he wouldn’t be able to keep you safe. He was angry at the rat bastard grumbling in the back of Betty’s Bronco, and being last in the line of cars didn’t help Clyde feel better about any of this. It still felt like you were trying to keep him too far away so he’d be the safe one.

Worst of all of it, though, was the downright nasty way his detainee smelled - rot and piss and booze. Clyde wanted to unhook his fancy new arm and beat the man to death with it for simply still existing. After all Roy put everyone through, he deserved at least that for his sins.

“Hey.”

Clyde was so lost to his thoughts that he didn’t register the voice speaking to his left.

“Clyde.” Betty said again, a little louder this time. “Hey! Clyde!”

He blinked rapidly and turned towards her, watching her adjust her blue ball cap over thick red waves. Swallowing down his self-pity bullshit, Clyde nodded.

“Shit. Sorry Betty. Y’good?”

She nodded, pulling her cap lower over her eyes and rolling down the driver’s side window. These mountain monsters were so old she had to hand crank it down, but this was an important part of the getaway plan. Easy access to the driver’s seat. There would be no time for fooling with doors. Clyde matched her action, rolling down the passenger side window.

“You think we’re gonna be able to do this?” He asked, wanting to believe you could do anything. He didn’t want to doubt you, but he had to admit he had them about this.

But when he turned his head back to look at Betty, she grinned like a maniac, which oddly bolstered his belief, too.

“Clyde,” she huffed a laugh, and he wrinkled his nose in return, entertained by her glee, “N’Case you couldn’t tell, we been living outside the law since before we could walk. Peggy and me…” She shrugged, the affection for her mate softening Betty’s features. “Different from the jump. Yeah?”

She reached out and gripped his shoulder, squeezing tight.

“I never felt more seen by my kin than in the last few months. With this shitbird,” she cocked her head to the side, gesturing back at Roy, “and his friends out, we can breathe. And your Alpha?” She grinned, ridiculously wide again. “Our Alpha? She’s fit to take over the goddamn world, I reckon.”

None of that was what Clyde expected Betty to say. Truth be told, he didn’t expect her to say hardly anything at all. Peggy was the talkative one, not this sweet, freckled beta. But it was exactly what he needed to hear. You weren’t just his alpha. You were the family alpha, and if he knew anything about you at all, he knew you’d run riot through every obstacle for your family.

“Here we go,” she murmured, turning the Bronco off the main road and maneuvering it into position on one of the smaller backcountry tracks.

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[macchiatosdumptruck]

Number 9 for lakreeeese

"You have three seconds to quit the fucking attitude before I fix it."

Cw for some implied internalized homophobia. No homophobic language.abo. sexism via abo fantasy dynamics. hate sex. Inaccurate intersex omegas. Hints of unrequited cobra husbands/silverusso. One instance of a racial slur. Internalized toxic masculinity, especially through an abo fantasy filter. Dirty talk featuring degrading language.

(vaugley placed at the very beginning of the abo What Kind of Bastard" verse BEFORE the awkward romcom shenanigans force character development. So. John's still a bastard. The heart of gold is deep, deep down. )

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John Kreese is in a shitty bar on a saturday fall afternoon when three things happen in quick succession.

First. He's lining up his pool cue, aiming to get the 5 ball into the corner pocket when over the edge of the table he sees a mop of familair brown hair.

He misses the shot.

He slaps his money down on the table.

He chugs his beer.

Second. Daniel LaRusso is ordering a martini from a cute brunette with curls in her hair, for the moment blissfully unaware of the gruff man tracking him with his eyes.

When he feels it, he shrugs it off.

He’s used to it. He’s an attractive male omega. He attracts a certain type of alpha.

Angry. Repressed. Big.

But as he picks up his martini glass and ambles towards the jukebox the hair on the back of his neck raises.

The alpha smells familair. Daniel looks up to see none other than John Kreese.

Third.

This is where things get a bit fuzzy. John can claim the booze, the pheremones, the head trauma.

Daniel could claim the inherent poor judgement that comes from being 25.

Your 20's are for making stupid mistakes right? Kreese is possibly the biggest mistake he could make. And it's been so long since he's felt much of anything.

But these are the facts.

John and Daniel collide over by the jukebox.

Somehow John finds his hand on Daniel's arm.

Daniel slaps John hard enough for his world to go black.

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When John wakes up hes sick to his stomach. He never had handled a knock out well. It takes a minute for his eyes to focus, his mouth to work, for reality to settle in. And just as quickly it unsettles because Daniel LaRusso is sat next to him on the curb behind the shit hole bar they were both just in.

The kid's mouth is moving so John can assume he's saying something. He’s saying something that John doesn’t bother to listen to. John looks at him as he slowly raises himself up from the curb that the Prima Donna is sitting on.

That fucking omega queer thought he had the right to hit him?

Before John knows what he’s doing his body is lurching towards the boy, now a young man. John's hand is coming up of its own accord, and before he knows what's happening he has the LaRusso kid pinned by the throat, his back flat against the dirty concrete where his shirt is riding up.

Gravel is pushed into the kid's skin, making tiny cuts that don't quite bleed.

Daniel slaps at John’s hands. John doesn’t feel it.

"What kind of bullshit are you pulling LaRusso?" John can’t remember walking up to the boy. He can’t remember anything other than the terrified angry look in the kids eyes. And now the kid is waiting for the very guy he knocked out cold to wake up? The kid has a play. He has to. Those little omega whores always do.

Daniel knees him hard in the stomach, and Kreese releases his hands and rolls to the side. Daniel sits up, glaring at him.

"Listen, asshole, blame my nurturing spirit but after we got kicked out I wanted to make sure the cops weren't called." "Or the ambulance," the kid mutters, "even though probably should. What Kind of place are they running here." Daniel stops mumbling to himself and refocuses on John. "I don't need nothing on my record. As far as the owner is concerned, you're my bullshit knot head boyfriend who I caught cheating on me, and I didn't know you'd be here tonight."

That makes sense. Nobody wants to get in between an omega and their alpha. Lovers quarrels were supposed to be dealt with in the home. It was an old fashioned idea. One John rather likes. Still, he was confused. Why would this pissy omega bitch ever do anything for him?

Then it hits John.

“You’ve got something you want to hide, huh? Can’t be booked.”

Daniel gets up and walks away. John stands up as well, and a squick as a shot grabs the omega by the hair and wrenches his head back. The kid gasps.

It didn’t sound like he’d been hit. It sounded like-

It sounded like omegan porn. The type of whine they make when they're desperate.

John stops. God. The kid really did ask for it didn't he? John had been right all along. Starting all those fights, it had all been for attention. Pathetic. Causing a ruckus just to get noticed by any alpha who had the time of day.

He grabs Daniel by his wrists. He can hear the bones grinding.

“Well, what is it?” John asks. Daniel’s eyes are filled with contrarion rebellion, but his pupils were still starting to go wide. Instinct. John knew it. He had this kid. By the scruff.

Daniel hems and haws and looks at the ground.

“I’m driving without my license,” The boy finally spits out. So that was one mystery solved. But now John had another, much more compelling question. Just what type of fucked up was this kid?

What happens next is another thing John won’t remember, but will serve as a pivotal shift in his life. It must be the omega pheromones. The kid was ripe, John could tell. Not in heat. He was probably on suppressants. But even with the drugs an omega's body still craves one thing.

So that had been why this Prima Donna was slumming it with the rest of them. He needed his fix. John grabs Daniel by the neck and then, well. One thing leads to another.

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Somehow they end up in the back seat of the kid's car, which John finds surprisingly nice. The windows aren't tinted. Anyone could walk out that backdoor and see what they were doing.

The kid’s pants and underwear are hanging off of one leg, John's own only pushed down low enough for his dick to get out. They both have their tops on but Daniel has shoved his hands up John's t-shirt to curl his fingers in John's chest hair.

The kid is on top of him and working him like he’s getting paid for it. John slid into his cunt easy. It had been years since his last omega. Had they always been this wet?

What John didn't know was that there were condoms stashed in the glove compartment, but Daniel had forgotten about them. It was fine. He was on the shot.

Daniel has one hand over John’s mouth so that he doesn't have to hear him talk, but that doesn't stop him from making his own noise.

The kid moans as he shoves himself down on John's cock. He has the hand not covering John's mouth pressed up against the roof of the car.

John's own hands are on the kid's skinny hips, grinding him back and forth. John notices the scars on his knuckles, made by shattered glass. His grip tightens and Daniel whines with it.

The tournament.

The kid had gotten lucky. The judges were soft for omegas. Like the alphas weren’t the ones who had fought in the war. Who had gone to work. Betas were invisible and boring. The kind of people you don’t look twice at on the street. At least omegas were good for something. But Johnny had been young and distracted.

Daniel thought he could walk around dating beta girls and fighting with alphas. The kid was a god damned fool. It was only the fact that his jap teacher was an alpha that saved him.

John yanks the kid's hand away from his mouth. He stops thrusting, making the kid squirm on top of him. Daniel had matching scars now, a gift from Terry.

Terry had never told John if he got the kid to put out. He probably did.

They’d probably look good togehter. Terry and the kid. Terry had grown into a prime alpha. Any breedable omega would be stupid to not think of it, especially one as hungry for it as LaRusso. Terry would've made it good for him too. He never left a partner unsatisfied. It was his pride.

And if the kid got knocked up? They'd be the type of pair people cooed at in the streets.

Not like john and the kid. John was too rough for someone so soft. If someone like John walked a pregnant omega like Daniel down the sidewalk people would whisper.

“Let’s hope the pups take after the omega.”

John was staring at the boy's hands on his chest as John rolled him back and forth on his dick. He thinks about Daniel being sweet. Asking for it. Saying thank you. Presenting like a proper omega. The images are spliced with quick flashes of Twig's stupid, innocent face. Daniel reaches a hand down to his cock and starts stroking.

No.

"You're gonna come like a good omega. From your cunt."

"Then stop rocking me to sleep and start fucking me, old man. " The kid reaches past his dick, which John know has a firm grip on, and starts rubbing circles into his little pink button of a clit. They're harder to find sometimes on male omegas.

John was taken over by something feral. This brat thought John wasn't good enough? He thought John was a failure as a lover?

The boy yelps as John pulls his cock out and easily moves the kid up his body and over his face.

"Have a seat princess," John says, before giving Daniel the time to lower his hips into it on his own, John latches onto the little nub, biting lightly as he pins the boy's cock to his stomach.

Daniel sighs as he runs his hands through John's curly hair. He leans into it like a spoiled pet. John sucks harshly, causing Daniel's hips to jerk and his voice to rise.

"You sure do love my hole for someone who hates male omegas so much." Daniel says. John pushes Daniel off his face and down to his chest, so he can look his in the eye.

"You have three seconds to quit the fucking attitude before I fix it."

Daniel huffs a tiny laugh. A laugh. At John.

"But you're still too scared to touch a d--"

Daniel doesn't have time to finish the sentence because John sits up and flips them harshly. The angle is bad and Daniel's head bumps the car door.

"What the fuck-"

John flips Daniel over and pulls his hips up. John slides in al at once, and grins at the choked out gasp the kid makes.

"Yeah, listen to your greedy little cunt. You knot slut. You can't pretend you're not made for this."

Daniel doesn't respond. John pushes his head down and ducks in harder. There's a wet, rhythmic slapping noise every time their hips meet. Suddenly Daniel stops whining, takes a breath in, and hold it.

John can feel his body start to tense up. John reaches around to grab the kid's dick, even if he doesn't want to. He doesn't stroke it. He rubs the head in fast, small circles.

Soon enough Daniel makes a weak, crying noise in the back of his throat as he comes from both his dick and his cunt.

Shame about the leather seats, John thinks, as he slides his index finger into the second knuckle. It's a weak imitation of a knot but it has the kid clenching around him, dripping as he works his hips back into it.

Daniel drops into the seat as if all of his energy was siphoned off at once. He breathes deeply. His eyes are closed, face pressed to the seat as he lets John rut into him until the man comes.

The kid was a god damned freak, but then what was John? John is quick to zip his jeans up. Daniel's are somewhere in the floor. They sit in silence for a moment.

Just as John is wondering if he should offer to help the kid clean up, Daniel finally speaks.

“Get the fuck out of my car.”

[senjuushi]

our alphas being trained to take master's knot <3

Mikhael

He's delicate enough that you have to be fairly gentle... that, and because he's very clearly terrified. Mikhael can't shake the fear that you're going to just shove inside, hurt him, and make him bleed. No one else would have cared how much pain he was in, so he's not expecting you to either. And yet, when you're unfailingly gentle, he starts almost, almost wanting it. It would make you happy, and so far, you've been so careful with every part of him...

89.

He couldn't be more embarrassed by it, but there's something really hot about you slowly, lovingly stretching him open and training his body to take something much, much bigger. Just the fact that you're touching him is enough to make 89's dick get with the program, so the fact that you're intending to stick your knot in him soon is irrelevant. If anything, the longer he thinks about it, the more shamefully appealing that idea is starting to sound.

Eins

While he knows that what you're doing isn't quite right, your orders are absolute, so Eins doesn't protest. If you want to fuck him that way, then he'll comply with it as he would any command. The only problem is that all of the "training" and stretching feels a lot better than he knows what to do with, so before long at all, he goes from merely tolerating your sessions to subconsciously looking forward to them and the pleasure you always bring.

Muku

He doesn't really care one way or the other. In fact, considering that his scrambled brain frequently wants penetration from you anyway, being trained to take your knot is just playing into ideas that are already in his head. Since he's not a very good Alpha, it only makes sense that you want to fuck him instead. And besides, just your fingers inside of him feels so, so good. Your dick will surely melt every bad thought right out of his stupid, empty head.

Herme

He finds the idea entirely undignified, but since it's your order, there's no way he can say no. Initially, Herme clearly doesn't like it. And yet, the longer you spend carefully stretching him open and getting his body used to opening up, the more the man's whore side starts to take over. It feels good to have something inside of him, and as his mind wanders to what your cock would be like, he slowly loses the will to resist. You're melting his brain too much.

Gras

As if he hasn't taken a knot before. Gras all but rolls his eyes when you insist on "training" him. He'll be fine. Even if he's out of practice, just shove it in and watch him adjust. None of this coddling bullshit. When you insist on going slowly and making sure his body can handle it, Gras isn't happy. It feels like you're being much too gentle with him... which just makes him want to growl and force your knot into him now, not waste the time.

Hachikyu

Again, this boy is the definition of embarrassment. Just the idea of what you're prepping him for has him almost shutting down from shame. There's a lot of whining and begging you to get it over with, coupled with Hachikyu easily coming from just your fingers. Whether he can bring himself to admit it or not, the idea of being stretched and fucked open like that is way too appealing... but only because you're the one doing it.

[burnedbyshoto]

good little omega

— He was an alpha, you were an omega. Can I make it anymore obvious? He was a crime boss and you were a movie star. What more can I say? Oh, he wanted you, really wanted you, but you swore you would never, ever need an alpha.

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pairing: alpha!shigaraki tomura x omega fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, abo/omegaverse, chad alpha!shiggy, virgin celeb!reader, kidnapping, drugging, sex slave auction, biting/marking, belly bulge, knotting, sex toys, heat, implied murder (lol rip shigsters last omegas), mind break, breeding, degradation, finger fucking, fucking in front of a crowd, modern world!au

word count: 6,174

a/n: this goes out to my shiggy stans. I never understood you until recently and now I blush like a schoolgirl when I see him. mondays are so busy, are they not? ive been home for 6 hours today wtf????

kinktober day 12 main kink: abo/omegaverse | kinktober masterlist

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You sat before the mirror, your eyes intently staring at your reflection. The people around you running around, chaotically bringing brushes and pencils to your face, the smell of chemicals in the air, tickling your overly sensitive nose. 

“Are we ready?! Is Y/n ready?! I don’t think she’s ready?! We need to be out of here in five minutes, people, let’s hurry it up!”

Breaking your gaze from your reflection onto your agent in the background, you sighed softly at the growing sour and distressed omega pheromones. Oh, you realized suddenly, your nose unable to keep from scrunching at the mildewy detergent scent, they were really stressed out.

Today was the night of the biggest award show one could attend as a movie star celebrity in Japan. The Motion Picture Awards gave only the most prestigious and prodigious actors and actresses their due. A night of fashion, alcohol, and nervous pheromone pumping alphas and betas in a single room to reveal who was the best this year. Working in an industry such as your own, you had become quite the living legend already at the mere age of twenty-two.

As an omega, you grew up in a society that banned you from enlisting or attempting to join the ranks of the best in just about every field of focus or study. So that even included the area of acting. Casting Directors had always said the same thing each and every time you were forced to present your secondary gender to them all when being called back for auditions.

‘Omegas can’t be movie stars, your heats are too often and too long, they cause rifts in filming schedules this project cannot afford.’

‘We have too many prime alphas on set. Our film's projected main character is an alpha, we wouldn’t want to be caught up in a lawsuit should she find you to be too… fertile.’

‘Omegas can only be good, suitable nurtures and well, mothers. This movie just seems a bit too intense for a little omega like you!’

Omegas can’t do this, omegas can’t do that. Alphas, the pride of society, couldn’t be made to hold themselves back to your alluring scent and occasional heats. Betas, the majority of the population, didn’t feel a challenge when working alongside omegas. Omegas? Well, if there were any that actually existed within the film industry, they were for sure never heard from, or seen of.

At the age of eighteen, you had nearly given up on your long aspiring desire to become the first omega actor or actress to ever grace the scene. But just as you were ready to tell your agent that you were tired of all of the same, repetitive bullshit, a gentle alpha had approached you with an exciting role in mind for you.

Movies and cinematic films had always showcased omegas as sweet, nurturing individuals. For the most part, you agreed that that’s how you omegas were. You enjoyed hugging your close friends, scenting them softly as means of a small pack you had created as none of you were mated this young, yet didn’t ever wish to be bothered by self-righteous alphas or betas. Through many, many biology courses revolving around your secondary gender, you knew that the hormones that made you an omega also affected the brain to accept and view things in a… softer light. But unlike what they taught in school, and unlike what the alphas in society knew about omegas as they could never honestly watch an omega in heat while alone, was that omegas weren’t always the most nurturing or kind.

The week before your heat, the week of, and the week following your heat, you were always irritable, angry, almost cold. You’d flash your small fangs at anyone who dared to approach you with a scent you hated, your heat room never once escaping with everything torn to shreds, and you definitely did not wish to seek any fiber of soft love.

So when the alpha male sat in front of you, a single fang poking out of his lip as he exposed his neck in a motion of vulnerability and conceding to you — the omega — you knew he was serious.

He explained to you his plan on creating a more realistic movie surrounding the brutal truths of what being a single omega was like. Films had, after all, had always depicted omegas as being mated the moment they presented and going as far as saying that there were others means to be coupled to other alphas without actually being marked. It was atrociously wrong of the omega lifestyle, and it always made your stomach curl to see that it was an alpha or a beta actor putting on the role.

But he wanted to focus on the realities. The anger, sadness, and horrors you could face as a single, unmated omega. The director raved that you were the face for that movie and had a soul that made him come seek you out. And without so much as consultation from your agent, you agreed on the spot.

The title of the film had been an ironic one. Good Little Omega was what it was called in the end.

All in all, the movie had done poorly in the eyes of the critics. Many individuals — namely alphas and betas — claimed that the depiction of omegas within the film had been horribly wrong. Omegas were never sad, never homeless, never abandoned by society! That’s what they had all cried the moment the trailer flashed with bright letters:

AND INTRODUCING: Y/L/N Y/N (Ω)

Still, the movie made billions as many went to watch it because they ‘needed to see how horrible the movie was.’ They wanted proof that omegas weren’t cut as movie stars because how could someone who was out of commission for a week every two months be proactive on set. But all they got was a cinematic masterpiece.

You had taken a claim in the industry, one while small, that hadn’t hurt that much because you were much more focused on the fact that you now were a household name. Well, that is until you were nominated for the awards ceremony you were currently about to attend, only that it was the one from four years ago.

You were the first omega actress and now the first omega nominee. You hadn’t won, but that had solidified the step you had in the door. After that, the interests to hire you in omega roles came pouring through the door.

But you were brought back to reality when the setting spray splashed against your face, your eyes fluttering when they covered your scent glands with the flesh-colored band-aids they got for you. Alphas could never complain about you being a distraction if you smelled the same as betas. 

Rising to your feet, you smiled graciously to your makeup and styling team, thanking them profusely as your agent placed her hand at the small of your back and began pushing you towards the exit.

“Goodluck!”

“Thank you!”

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..

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Shigaraki glared down the table of averted eyes, and his hands brought up under his chin twitched at his annoyance.

“Are you going to say anything, or are we going to remain silent?” he asked, his voice quiet yet heavy in all of their ears as they flinched. “Don’t think you’re going to get away without giving me an answer.”

The sour smell of fearful alphas should have corroded Shigaraki’s nose. It should have done something to unsettle the way that the young head sat on his black leather seat. But as a matter of fact, the young alpha had to resist the way he wanted to bare his teeth in a bloodied smile, his red eyes slit in his cruel lust for fear.

“O-Of course not, a-alpha!” croaked one of the smaller alphas down the table. Shigaraki snapped his eyes towards the yellow-haired croony, his neck exposed for the alpha, eyes refusing to look at his leader. “I-It’s just that, um, I — I mean, we don't know w-what happened to your mate!”

“I thought I gave clear and distinct instructions that you were supposed to have found them by this meeting,” Shigaraki stated, his voice somehow growing colder, meaner yet never once changing as his hands dropped from his chin to rest on the arms of his chair. He tilted his head, watching the pathetic alphas quiver like some scared, stupid omega. “Useless. Get out of here before I change my mind on killing you all where you sit.”

The crowd of alphas left quicker than Shigaraki could blink, leaving behind the reeking smell of scared alpha pheromones. 

“Tomura-kun, you killed your mate,” came the singsong giggle from behind him, and Shigaraki didn’t bother turning around, his nose and ears sharp enough to pick up exactly it was behind him. 

“They’re all a bunch of pissy lackeys,” Shigaraki simply stated, his eyes rolling as he slowly fell to the back of his chair, red eyes meeting golden ones that shone with mirth and joy. “What do you want, Toga?”

Toga leaned against the leather armrest, uncaring that Shigaraki hated his personal space invaded. The young female was an alpha, much like most of the people within this gang group, but unlike the others, she had a distinct, almost terrifying way to change the way she smelled. She could smell like anyone or any secondary gender. She often preferred to smell like an omega too. 

“We have a guest visiting us today!” Toga chirped, her fingers clasping together. “I wanted to introduce him!”

“Bring Giran in,” Shigaraki snapped, his eyes narrowing with no real malice for the alpha next to him who simply pouted at the surprise — not a surprise — being ruined. Giran reeked of cigarettes and cheap body sprays that, when wafted with his distinct omega pheromones, made Shigaraki want to throw up. “Hurry up.”

“UGH!”

Shigaraki’s mouth was set in a firm line, his eyes watching as one of his most trusted allies walked to the table, and taking a seat in the abandoned chairs as Toga purred in happiness, sitting on the armchair of Giran’s chair, arms enveloping him. 

“Shigaraki, how are you doing?” Giran smiled, the cigarette that seemed to take a permanent residence in his teeth moving with his words. “I came bearing some great news.”

“What do you have for me?” Shigaraki simply states, his eyes focusing on the letter that is unpocketed from Giran’s pockets and placed onto the table. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to sell me your omega niece again.”

Giran chuckled, looking at Toga, who was smirking softly, “I guess he still hates that joke, huh?”

“Absolutely livid!” Toga laughed.

Shigaraki growled, his mind and his inner alpha snarling at the lack of respect to the command of his question. He outranked them, outpowered them; they needed to respect his orders. 

Giran took a deep inhale of his cigarette, sliding the card over to Shigaraki, his eyes averted, but his stance still firm. “I know you go through omegas faster than a teenage boy goes through a pack of tissues, but I think this can answer the pleas you have at night.”

Observing the card in his hand, Shigaraki scowls, unsure of how to feel about the print on the invitation. 

“Say the word, and I’ll get you a seat,” Giran whispers, like a sinister god begging a mere mortal to sign over their life for something completely worthless. But Shigaraki knows his worth, and more importantly, he knows in this game he outranks Giran, who would never betray him. In the slightest. He huffs, his back hunched, and his eyes looking with subdued excitement. 

“Who else is showing up?”

Giran knows the seat will be wanted that instant.

“No one who could hold a candle to you, alpha.”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“Of course not, my liege.”

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The award sitting in your hand feels almost fake as if the entire night was nothing more than a heat-driven fever dream. You had won, had actually won the most significant award of the night that an actress could win!

“Oh my gods, okay, okay,” your agent muttered beside you. Her eyes glued to the shiny gold statue between your legs. “Well, I know your heat starts tomorrow, and I’ll leave you alone for a week. But I swear, y/n, as soon as your mind isn’t a full-blown lusty heat brained bimbo, we’ll reconvene, and we will make sure you are nothing but the greatest!”

“Yeah,” you breathlessly state, eyes transfixed on the prize that felt like it could melt away any second right now. “That sounds wonderful.”

The car you were in pulled up to your front door, and you felt meek excited the car in nothing but a silk robe and slippers. The dress you had worn that night had already been put back into a plastic bag to be returned to the stylist who had offered to style you for the night. You waved with an almost transfixed look in your eyes as you closed your front door behind you, your heart hammering as adrenaline still coursed through your veins as if you had just been declared the victor of the category yet again.

Placing the trophy onto the table, you sighed in a wondrous, dreamy way.

You had done it.

You had won.

Fuck all those directors who had ever said anything different.

Still deep in your thoughts, you almost missed the knock on your door, and you figured that you must have left something in the car. Walking back over to the front door, your nose curled at the lack of scent, was it a beta?

Opening the door, you don’t remember seeing faces or even a scent of a pheromone. A single cloth wrapped over your head, and before you could send out your painful, fearful moments-from-heat omega pheromones, you were knocked out.

Cold and lifeless, you sunk against their arms, bile rising up to your throat as you know exactly what was going on. You were being kidnapped. 

No… please not… not after all of this had happened.

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You wake up to the sound of moving feet, sneering laughter, the feeling of coarse, hot, hands on your ass and wet, simmering tongues on your lubricated cunt. The sense is vivid. You can feel the very littlest touch on your body, the layer of scented pheromones on your glands, and slick from alphas — you know it's alphas imprinting themselves on you as a mark of a claim.

You knew about this from high school; it was an extremely outdated and frowned upon version of mating and claiming as it simply turned away any sort of pursuer who wasn’t the thick pheromone individual. You also knew it was frowned upon because if multiple individuals sought mateship with the typical omega individual, it would result in a massive, unsolvable death match. But these alphas, even with layering their scent on you so thick you thought you were turning crazy, didn’t attack. No, they took languid stripes of your fresh, intoxicating slick and growled to you, maybe, how that was how slick was supposed to be. 

You wanted to move, to kick the stupid, demeaning alphas in the snout before running away, but in a twist of horrible realization, you soon figured out that despite your alert mind, you couldn’t move your body. Couldn’t shift it even the smallest of bits. 

“I hope all you wonderful clients have been able to taste and smell your potential mates out here!” A loud, commanding introduction voice echoed from somewhere where you couldn’t see, his voice vibrating into the straps of your legs, but you couldn’t make a sound or even open your eyes. “As you know, we have such an arrangement for you all, the best of the best, really! We don’t wish to rush, but as always, all of these events are incredibly time-sensitive, so if you would, please alphas, please come and sit down, and we’ll begin bidding on our first of seven beautiful, fertile omegas tonight!” 

The words sounded foreign in your ears yet at the same time, something so familiar because this was something you omegas were always warned about. This had to be some sort of omega mate auction, and by the stench of alphas who smelled like they owned millions and killed millions, you were in no doubt somehow caught up in one of the worst ones imagined. 

Two long, completely hardened fingers suddenly entered your cunt, and as if for a single millisecond, your mind and your body were able to work in tangent, your hips bucked at the sweet feelings. Oh, your eyes tried to flutter, enjoying the way the two fingers circled the walls of your long lonely cunt.

“Please, alpha, please refrain from touching the merchandise for now, please join us so that we may begin!”

The two fingers buried within your cunt as if it was their right, slowly withdrew out of your pulsing walls, and you heard the sound of sneakers against the hardwood floor and felt relaxed and sickened at how you sort of liked it.

Heat brain, you reminded yourself. Just your stupid, horny heat brain.

You were a celebrity, you mantra, a dignified star who didn’t need a beta or an alpha unless you saw it fit. Right now, as you had repeated many times to the countless amounts of reporters who had asked, you had no interest in someone to share your heat with.

“Alright, and to start off our night in a rolling go! Please, everyone put your hands together for the fertile and beautiful thirteenth in-line the Princess of Cabodia: Dayanara!”

This auction was insane, all six omegas before you all sold from a price that ranged from 198 hundred million to the one right before you who sold for one billion dollars. You were a prideful omega, and you saw worth to your abilities, smell, and looks, but were you even worth anywhere in that range?

The entire time you had been set up in who knows what, the small, overwhelming pound of your heat sinking into the depths and pores of your body was becoming heavy. You couldn’t move a single muscle still, your body still refusing to respond to the call of your body, but the seep of your slick running down the innards of your thighs, undoubtedly beginning to pool on the ground, must be embarrassing of you. 

Suddenly someone spread the skin below your ass out, and you couldn’t react as something sharp and prick stabbed into your flesh. You howled in the surprising pain, and you were fast to find that whatever they had injected you with had allowed systematic movement within your body. Your eyes fluttered open as two, impossibly huge alphas grabbed you by your forearm and hoisted you to your feet. 

Your neck was far too weak to carry the weight of your head, so your eyes were transfixed on the white silk of the slutty dress they dressed you in. It showed off your cleavage with no regret, and by the feel and look of it, it barely passed the bottom of your ass. Your vision swam, the alphas all over the room distorted and melting within one another as you stepped onto a stage, the spotlight on you feeling deliriously hot and melting your skin.

Your hormones, already going crazy with your heat, seemed to intensify at the small of so many capable, potent, possessive alpha pheromones that suffocated the room. Handcuffs slapped onto your wrists, and you moaned pathetically at the sting of cold metal on your skin, and you obediently followed the command of one alpha to go on your knees. 

A nail slammed between the metal links of the handcuffs, practically stapling you to the wooden floor, and you whimpered at the feeling of a stuffed pillow mount being placed beneath your lower stomach. You were in a forced and easily accessible mating position with your slick and cunt exposed for all the alphas to re-smell and see. 

Moaning, you shifted against the mount, your body not able to have the full movement you needed to ward off that building, insufferable heat in your core, but nothing you could do seemed to satisfy it.

“And for our biggest prize of the night, we have the one, the only, the beautiful sensation Y/l/n Y/n!” the auctioneer roared. His voice echoing in your ear as he walked over to you, exposing your dripping cunt to the crowd of alphas who had all gotten a sweet taste of your essence already. His hand came down to slap your ass with a chuckle. “Where do we start the bidding on this one, alphas? She needs no introduction, and none of you better be pussies because we know this bitch of an omega won’t take any tiny cocks as her alpha! She needs to be broken in, fucked to submission. No one likes a trailblazer… someone needs to remind of what fucking trail she’s supposed to be on. Besides, the bitch is in fucking heat, and if you don’t claim her, I just might do it myself!”

“75 million!” someone started the bidding.

You stiffened.

“75 to the man in the back!”

“90 million!” someone challenged.

“We’re up to 90!”

“125 million!”

“Do I hear another offer?”

“250 million!”

“250 million!”

The number climbed and climbed, the same voices coming to challenge each other until finally, they rounded out to a quantity that sounded bizarre even to you. 

“950 million!”

If it had been possible for your knees to give out, you would have been collapsed onto the floor, the pool of slick that continued to lubricate your cunt without a doubt drowning you as you craved the need to be fucked by someone with undoubted alpha pheromones and cock in this room. 

“950 million?” the auctioneer repeated, his voice for sure carrying a shark-like grin. “Going once, going twice—”

“Five billion.”

The gasp in the crowd was undeniable, and the omega in you crooned, knowing that this alpha valued you and your omega to be the price of five billion US dollars. 

“Fuck!” screamed the man who had presented the 950 million deal. 

“Wowee, five billion dollars, everyone! Anyone think they can beat that?! Going once! Going twice!” The crowd remained in silence, and you shook against your restraint, the heat emitting from your cunt almost demanding to be seen and fucked through this heat week. “SOLD! The virgin celebrity, Y/l/n Y/n sold to our own Shigaraki Tomura!”

The cheers of amaze weren’t nearly as loud as the smell of reeking petty alpha.

“Come and pay up, alpha, and then you can show us��� a demonstration of how you’re going to break this omega.”

“Shut up.” Shigaraku growled, his footsteps heavy in your ear as you feel him climb up the stage, and you weakly tilted your head to look at the white-haired alpha boss hand over a simple credit card before walking over to you, his eyes unreadable as he looked you dead in the eye.

He reached out a finger that raised your chin up for him to study your face, moving and tilting your head as he pleased as a small, sinister smile pressed to his lips as he dropped your head. A sharp, uncomfortable pain fell on your chin as it crashed to the floor, and you shivered at the feeling of his calloused and rough fingers running down your exposed back.

“You’re such a small omega, still stupidly tiny. I bet you’ve never thought your first knot would come from someone like me,” Shigaraki laughed, his fingers and voice ice cold. His words were soft, spoken in a way that had your omega stupidly cooing for having secret conversations with your alpha who promised to fuck you till you were carrying a litter of pups. “I hope you realize that this is real life, that I will break you, and no hero in this world will be able to fucking save you.”

“Fuck the omega!” someone from the crowd screamed, and Shigaraki glared upwards. Still, you shivered in the thought of this alpha who spent five billion dollars to make you his claiming you, fucking your stupid heat brain into mush in front of these smaller, irrelevant alphas. 

“I’ll do what I fucking please,” Shigaraki snapped, but the fingers you remembered to have been the last ones to enter your slicked crazy walls seemed to be his. They moved deep within you, curling and spreading your tight, sopping wet cavern apart, letting your pathetic, chirping cries echo powerfully in the room as lusting, near rutting alpha pheromones filled the room. “For fucks sake, omega, your pussy’s fucking tight as shit! Don’t you have any real knotted toys?”

You couldn’t respond back, your body on the road to a complete shut down at the feeling of something other than silicone deep within your body, fingering and dragging against your pheromone soaked walls.

“Alpha, y-your fingers feel so good!” you gasp, your hips thrusting backward, enjoying the way his fingernails press onto your warm velvet walls. “So good, you make me feel so good already.”

“I’ve seen you all over the news,” Shigaraki growled low into your ear. “Talking about how you didn’t want an alpha, how you never needed to feel the tightness that a fat knot could bring you, and look at you now. I’ve barely touched you, barely begun to make you mine, and yet you’re already begging for me, omega.”

Your arms tug at the handcuffs, pathetically wanting them off. Exasperatedly seeking more friction from your newly bought alpha. You can’t think straight, can’t come up with a single response except the stupid apologetic, “I’m so sorry alpha, I didn’t know i-it would be y-you!”

“Don’t be shy on her, Shigaraki! Fuck the slutty omega already! Fucking knot and claim her in front of us, I want to hear the omega whore scream. It’s always hotter when it’s the first claim ever!”

“You better learn how to shut the fuck up, or I’ll kill you for interrupting my fucking session here,” Shigaraki seethed, his red, smoldering eyes ripping from yours and glaring at some loser alpha behind you. You couldn’t care. You only wanted what looked like the growing cock in Shigaraki’s pants; you wanted to feel the cock fill up your cunt, and his knot to lock you both in place.

You drooled at the thought, your loud, whimpering cries unable to keep from pouring out as the slick from your core seemed to pour endlessly from your pussy, demanding attention and a knot. “Breed me, fill me with your pups,” you begged fingers taking in his dirty fingers in your mouth, tongue wildly and uncontrollably flicking across his fingers in hopes it would be a sinking prayer of your promise to be good. “I want your knot, alpha, I want these stupid alphas to know you’re so much better than them~!”

Shigaraki’s once snarl fell when he looked at you, a slowly growing smirk falling on his face as his lips spread into a cruel smirk, one that had you moaning around his fingers as he pinched the pink muscle in your mouth before disappearing before you.

“I smelled your distress when I put my fingers up your sloppy little cunt right before the auction happened; I could tell even with your growing heat that you hated the feeling of my fingers up your pretty pussy. But look at you now, I haven’t even set you on my goddamn knot, haven’t stretched that tiny cunt to its max. You’re smelling better than a bitch in heat,” Shigaraki growled in your ear. His clothed chest pressing deliriously into your exposed back, the huge cock outline in his pants grinding incessantly into your wet core, undoubtedly leaving a damp patch where his cock ground into you. “You’re an actress, aren’t you, little omega? I bet you just needed this audience cheering your name to break your mind over this. How. Pathetic.”

And the pressure on your tongue is gone, the drool and saliva sticky and cold on your chin as you whimper for your alpha. You promised that it wasn’t right, it was just that you had been scared before, but your alpha was so strong, his pheromones so scary and mean, he could protect you and fill you up with so many pups you couldn’t help but to be excited now.

The smell of Shigaraki seemed to brighten, and you moaned when his hands pressed the white dress up, allowing for your naked ass to be seen by him and everyone who stayed to watch. Shigaraki squeezed your asscheeks away, chuckling at the way your small asshole clenched in your embarrassment and pain at how your hormone-driven heat demanded that he fuck you and knot you now.

“So fucking wet,” Shigaraki observed, his fingertips tracing the slick on your folds before a small pop told you that he licked you clean from his fingers. “Such sweet slick too, you really are a prime omega, little one.”

You whimpered, ass shaking for him to continue to touch you, to continue to fuck you more. 

“I don’t think you’re ready for my knot, precious omega,” Shigaraki taunted, and his words were a sealing deal in your lusting mind. Your hips knocking backward in some sort of desperation for more.

“She won’t,” commented the auctioneer.

“I will!” you scream, eyes filled with painful tears that could only be resolved with your alphas knot and claim. “I can take your knot, alpha!”

Shigaraki makes a small noise, and you choke at the feeling of something huge, nearly monstrous, shift into your cunt. You were a virgin, but even you knew that it was merely the head of his alpha thick cock, not enough for you to be satisfied, not far enough in you to breed or fuck you properly. All the moans in your throat were slightly painful, and the tears in your eyes continued to fall as you rocked your hips backward, trying to sink yourself further on his cock, wanting him deep in your womb.

You craved him.

“Ah, good, you can take more,” came the airy, almost insane driven coo of Shigaraki, the lack of humor making your cunt flutter against his thick, long cock. “Cry for your alpha, little omega.”

With that, Shigaraki slammed into you with no mercy, his cock bottoming out into you with a powerful, edging thrust. You screamed in pain, tears leaking from your eyes, and even with the pool of lubricating slick, his cock was far too big, incredibly thick that you felt your inner walls splitting in two as he fucked you as if you weren’t in delirious pain.

Drool and tears covered your arms, your painted fingers digging into the floorboards with crazy strength that you clawed scars on the floor as Shigaraki rutted deep within you.

Shigaraki commanded you with every thrust he gave, and soon the omega in you was cooing, howling for more, the pain of having your virginity ripped from right under you having become bubbling, glowing pleasure. You screamed in pleasure, Shigaraki grabbing onto your rolling hips to slam you back onto his cock, allowing for his thick cock to hit deep within you over and over again. The angle and power he possessed with every thrust were almost inhumane, nothing your lonely heat filled nights could ever dream of recreating ever. Shrill moans and pleas drowned out the annoying commentary of your onlookers, Shigaraki’s chest still flushed against your back, his hips landing heavily on your ass that was at this point raised because of the mount beneath you. 

“My alpha,” you babble, eyes unfocused, hazy, and incredibly heavy as you stared at some point on the wall, overwhelmed with the feeling of Shigaraki’s hot cock pounding in you. “My alpha, such a good alpha. His cock is making my tummy feel funny, making my pussy feel so tight. Please fill me with your children, I’ll be a good omega to you and them, I promise! I promise — I — oh myyy goddd — I promise, alpha!!!”

Shigaraki puffs up with the praise, but he continued to fuck into you roughly, mercilessly, as if you were nothing more than the breeding whore omega that he had purchased you for. The wet slaps and satisfying squelches rang in the blazing heat room, the smell of the pleasured and heat insane omega saturating deeply within his nose, and in the other's nose, the prideful smell of a satisfied alpha.

Your spongy walls clenched and spasmed against his penetrating, pounding cock, sometimes even forcibly because, by god, it was hot when his cock would twitch within your womb, especially against your cervix.

“Fuck, you’re so damn annoying,” Shigaraki snarled into your ear, his teeth biting and scraping along your neck, and you wailed when his teeth dragged over the sweet scent gland on your neck. The one and only place for mating bites to go. His hand gripped your hair, tugging your head back so that you could feel his rough facial skin rub up against yours. “If you want me to fill you with my pups, you better be the best fucking omega on this goddamn planet.”

“I can be the best! I’ll be the best!” you cried, your ass shifting backward to meet his drilling hips. 

The delirious sensation of his cock rocking against your cervix slowly begins to inflate the knot on his cock, restricting his still barbaric thrusting as he made to move faster. He wanted you to cum before he knotted entirely within you. 

The pressure in your stomach is scorching and impossibly tight, and he takes another long stripe at your scent gland. You tremble with need, your fingers tearing into the wooden floors. You can feel the knot on his cock swelling up, catching onto the opening of your cunt with every successive cunt, and you begin to cry, shake, and tremble as the knot becomes too big.

Your eyes cross, your tongue falling out of your mouth as you babble his name. Your walls clamp around his knotted cock with the ferocity of a vice, and your body jerks violently as you cum hard around his cock. The slick essence of your orgasm slipping out of the few lasting places open before Shigaraki’s knot fills you out entirely. Despite his cock unable to move, the swollenness of his knot preventing him from moving out of you, Shigaraki still shoves his weight into his hips, the inflated knot stretching your cock out so widely, your vision went white, and you came yet a second time.

A small pop was heard, and suddenly with a rush of thick, hot, and heavy white cum exploded within your womb, his teeth sink around your scent gland, marking you — mating you. He filled you, filled you, and filled you. His cum wouldn’t stop until your belly was swollen with his hot cum, and he eventually fell off of you with a shaky, shallow breath.

You still remained on the mount, your eyes unfocused, breaths mumbling to your alpha, a promise to carry out every single pup he gave you and would give you. You were his omega, his good little omega, and you would never disappoint your alpha. Not now, not ever.

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The next week, you opened your door with a broad smile, your usual clothes replaced with a dress Shigaraki had picked for you and a frilly white apron on as your agent was standing outside of your house, eyes wide, mouth gaped at the still bleeding mate wound on your shoulder.

“Ah, how funny!” you laughed, waving your hand as you sighed dreamily, your eyes fluttering at the thought of your alpha who was on a business call right now. “I’m actually going to be quitting! My alpha and I have many plans right now, I gotta produce as many litters as I can, being an actress would never give me this sort of meaning in life!”

“B-But, you’re doing so much?! You have so much to do! You can’t give up?!”

“Oh, my love, we both know that I look much cuter with a pregnant belly! Don’t worry,” you smile, taking your agent's hand, brightly smiling at her one last time. “I’m sure all omegas will eventually find their alpha so they won’t be so depressed and angry like I was!”

Your agent doesn’t get another word in.

You slam the door in her face, your hands already resting on your belly that you knew was already growing the life of your first litter of pups. It had been known the second Shigaraki filled you up anymore.

You were a good little omega, and your alpha needed you!