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╚»★«╝ 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐧: 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚!𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 x 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ╚»★«╝

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff? angst?? Should i just create my own genre, lol

‌🇷‌🇦‌🇹‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌: non-explicit(?)Idk y'all i made this kinda edgy

🇵‌🇴‌🇻‌: 2nd person; You/Your

🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌: in which, the world you knew, the hierarchies you trusted, and the persona you donned are all called into question by a single, impulsive act.

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🇦‌/🇳‌‌: Y'all forgive me, I wanted to be mean to deku🫣 also, inspired by one of my fav bloggers @yanderenightmare AMAZING Alpha!Katsuki x Omega!Reader oneshot here. Plz check it out, y'all it's so well written i wanna snort it like coke 😩❤️❤️

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You've always known you were destined for greatness, coming from a long line of superhero alphas whose feats were the stuff of legend. From the moment you could understand the world around you, your ears were filled with tales of valor and strength, stories of how your ancestors used their formidable quirks to save lives and maintain peace.

It was no surprise, then, that on your 5th birthday, amidst the excitement and anticipation, your own quirk manifested, revealing an ability to manipulate plants, control their growth at will, and harness their natural forces.

This power was not just an extension of your being; it was a testament to the lineage you hailed from, a legacy you were born to continue.

With each passing year, your pride swelled. It became not just a part of you but defined you. By the time you presented as an alpha on your 15th birthday, you were fully entrenched in the belief system that had been passed down through generations.

The world, as you saw it, was divided among alphas, betas, and omegas, with alphas reigning supreme. To you, it was the natural order of things, a hierarchy that had always been and would always be.

High school became your kingdom, a place where you could assert your dominance, surrounded by beta and alpha lackeys who hung on your every word, eager to witness your next act of superiority.

You thrived on the attention, on the power it gave you, wearing each detention like a badge of honor, a symbol of your unyielding spirit and refusal to conform.

It was just another ordinary day when you caught sight of her, Uraraka, a small, timid omega girl trying to navigate the crowded hallway on her way to lunch. Her mere presence felt like an unwitting challenge to your authority. "Oh, Uraraka," you hissed, her name rolling off your tongue with a predatory sneer, as you backed her into a corner. "Always trying to blend in, aren't you? But we both know that's impossible for someone like you."

Her eyes widened, a clear sign of her fear, as she stuttered your name in reply, looking down with her shoulders hunched in a vain attempt to make herself smaller, to disappear from your imposing presence.

"H-Hi, L/N-san," Uraraka managed, her voice barely above a whisper, betraying the turmoil swirling inside her.

"Oh, come now, Uraraka, you don't need to be so formal with me," you cooed mockingly, watching as she curled further in on herself, as if trying to escape your gaze by sheer will. "We're just having a friendly chat, aren't we?" Your words dripped with sarcasm, each one designed to undermine her already wavering confidence.

The sight of her, so vulnerable and afraid, only spurred you on. "It's just, I can't help but notice how... out of place you seem among us. It's almost as if you don't belong here." Your tone was casual, as if you were commenting on the weather, but the underlying malice was clear.

Uraraka's response was to curl in on herself even more, if that was possible, her arms wrapping around her books like a shield against your words. Her attempt to make herself smaller, to hide from your scrutiny, only made her stand out more in the crowded hallway.

"You’re an Omega. You know that means you’re nothing to us Alphas, right? You're here for nothing but our will and pleasure," you taunted, your canines flashing in a display of undisputed dominance. The predatory glint in your eyes mirrored the sharpness of your words, each syllable aimed to wound.

"And useless—don’t forget how dumb they are without us!" chimed in one of your beta lackeys, his laughter echoing your own, fueling your disdain and sharpening your smile. His contribution was like adding fuel to the fire, encouraging you to continue the barrage of insults, enjoying the power you wielded over Uraraka with just a few cruel words.

"Yeah, always stumbling over your own feet, aren't you, Uraraka? It's like watching a toddler." Your chuckle was harsh, imbued with a cruelty that you knew hit deep. You reached out, not to pull at her hair this time, but to lightly tap her forehead, mocking her inability to retaliate. "Remember last time? When you tried to stand up for yourself? That was hilarious."

Her tears, now brimming in her wide, brown eyes, made them glisten, a testament to her vulnerability. The sight, instead of eliciting sympathy, bolstered your sense of superiority. "Y-You're so mean to m-me, Y-Y/N-chan," she hiccuped, her voice quivering like a delicate leaf in the wind, pressing herself further into the wall as if it could shield her from your words.

Your moment of triumph was abruptly interrupted by a sharp "Hey!" Turning your head, you saw him—Aizawa, an omega teacher, yet his presence commanded a respect that even the alphas hesitated to challenge.

Your lackeys, ever the cowards when actual confrontation loomed, scattered, leaving you standing alone. "Tch, pussies," you hissed under your breath, rolling your eyes at their retreating backs.

With a heavy sigh, you recognized the end of your entertainment and pushed yourself away from the tearful omega. "Here we go," you muttered, bracing yourself for the inevitable lecture. Despite Aizawa's omega status, there was an undeniable aura of authority around him, a quiet strength that demanded attention and obedience.

His face, usually impassive, now bore a frown of disappointment, his gaze barely glancing over Uraraka's tearful, shaking form before locking eyes with you. "Detention," he stated simply, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

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☆ Letting out a string of curses under your breath, you storm out of the detention room, the school corridors bathed in an orange glow as the sun begins to set. The scolding from Aizawa for bullying, followed by an after-school detention, didn't phase you in the slightest. What truly irked you was the inconvenience of missing the scheduled bus ride, which meant a long walk home from school.

Still simmering with anger, you couldn't help but wonder how Aizawa had managed to catch you in the act. It was usually an alpha or beta teacher patrolling the halls, and they always let you off with a mere slap on the wrist, dismissing your behavior as "growing hormones." But this time, it was different. Aizawa had given you a thorough chewing out, emphasizing how unfair it was to use your secondary gender against Uraraka and lecturing about "respect" and other ideals you tuned out with a grumble.

You couldn't help but wonder if someone had tipped him off.

As you were about to round the corner, a familiar timid voice caught your attention. "T-thank you for alerting the staff, once again."

"It was no issue, but you need to understand I'm not going to always be around. You have to start standing up for yourself," replied a voice you didn't recognize.

Curiosity piqued, you peeked around the corner only to find Uraraka standing before a stranger. From your vantage point, you could only see his back and the unmistakable fluffy green hair.

Uraraka stuttered out another thank you, giving him a short bow before hurrying away. You watched, hidden from view, as the figure turned back to his locker to pack up for the day. The sight of his side profile, as he obliviously continued with his routine, only fueled your anger further. How dare he interfere and get you in trouble? Who did he think he was? Watching him leave, you made a silent vow to remember his face, to exact revenge when the opportunity presented itself.

The encounter with the nameless savior did more than just bruise your ego; it sparked a fiery obsession within you. His unassuming demeanor and fluffy green hair, coupled with his audacity to challenge your authority, marked him as your next target.

In the weeks that followed your initial encounter, your focus on him sharpened to an obsession. Every moment not spent in class or detention was dedicated to gathering information on him.

It was during lunch one day, as you sat in the crowded cafeteria, that you spotted him again. He was on the other end, sitting alone, his lunch tray in front of him as he pored over a notebook, completely engrossed in whatever he was writing. The sight of him, isolated yet content in his solitude, piqued your interest even further.

In a moment of passing curiosity, you leaned over to a Beta—Kaminari—sitting next to you, one of the many who sought to curry favor with you. "Who's that?" you asked nonchalantly, your nod was subtle as you directed his attention towards the greenette without making it obvious.

The Beta's eyes lit up at the opportunity to provide information, eager to gain your attention and perhaps, your approval.

Darting his eyes towards the aforementioned male, then quickly back to you, a frown forms on Kaminari's face as if the topic left a bad taste in his mouth. "That's Izuku Midoriya," he said, his voice laced with a hint of disdain. "He's an Omega, but thinks he's something special. Always going on about being a hero, as if he could ever stand a chance."

Interest piqued, you continued to watch Izuku, your curiosity deepening with the Beta's every word. "He's a target for bullies, especially Katsuki Bakugou. But it's his own fault, always trying to play the hero, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong," he added, his frown deepening.

The mention of Katsuki, an alpha known for his volatile temperament, intrigued you further. "Bakugou, huh?" you mused, more to yourself than to the Beta beside you.

"Yeah, and Midoriya just takes it. Never fights back. Thinks he's being noble or something," Kaminari scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. "It's pathetic, really. He's delusional, thinks he can actually challenge an alpha and make a difference."

This newfound information provided by the Beta painted a complex picture of Izuku that was both intriguing and slightly infuriating. Here was an Omega who dared to dream beyond his societal station, exhibiting a resilience and determination that was, in its own way, admirable. Yet, according to the Beta, his actions were seen as foolish, a futile attempt at heroism.

As you turned your attention back to your meal, your thoughts churned.

Your gaze lingered on Izuku for a few moments longer before you turned back to your meal, your thoughts racing. The more you mulled over the Beta's words, the more your initial intrigue twisted into disdain. Knowing Izuku was an Omega, the very notion that he dared to challenge the societal hierarchy—and by extension, you—ignited a deeper sense of animosity within you. How dare he dream beyond his station, and more audaciously, act in ways that subtly defied the unspoken rules that governed your world?

The very idea that Izuku, with his quiet demeanor and lofty aspirations, could consider standing up to the likes of you or even imagine himself as a hero was almost laughable. It was a direct affront to the natural order, to the superiority you had been taught from birth was your birthright as an Alpha. His existence, and the pitying yet somehow respectful tone of the Beta as he spoke of Izuku's heroics, felt like a challenge to your authority, to the very foundations of your beliefs.

As lunch continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Izuku, each look fueling your growing resentment. His mere presence, the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence, unaware of or perhaps indifferent to the social turmoil around him, grated on you. In your world, Omegas were subservient, not silently rebellious or aspirational beyond the roles prescribed to them. Izuku's defiance, however passive, was a blemish on the natural hierarchy you upheld.

You resolved then, with a cold certainty, to put Izuku Midoriya in his place. It wasn't just about reasserting your dominance anymore; it was about reinforcing the very principles that you believed made the world turn. If Izuku represented a challenge to those principles, then it was your duty, as an Alpha and as a defender of the status quo, to quash that challenge.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and pulling you from your reverie. As you stood up, tossing your trash into the bin, your mind was already weaving plans.

Izuku Midoriya, you're gonna learn your place...one way or another.

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Finally, you found the right time to confront him. It was a regular day, the sun setting, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink as clubs dispersed for the evening. You had meticulously positioned yourself near Izuku's locker, blending in with the dwindling crowd, waiting for the moment he would come to pack up for home.

Sure enough, as the hallway began to empty, Izuku appeared, his steps quiet and measured. He didn't notice you at first, too focused on gathering his things. But when he turned to leave, that's when you chose to step out from around the corner.

"Midoriya, was it?" you called out, your voice loud enough to cut through the lingering chatter of departing students. You made your way closer to him, your steps deliberate, each one echoing ominously in the almost empty corridor.

Immediately, you sought to intimidate him, a tactic you knew all too well. With a swift movement, you pushed his belongings out of his hands, scattering papers and books across the floor, effectively cornering him further into his locker.

Despite the fact he was taller than you, his slouched frame made him seem as if he was trying to hide away, wanting to be anywhere else but here. His reaction was exactly what you expected, yet there was a hint of something in his eyes that you couldn't quite place—was it defiance? Courage? Or merely resignation to yet another confrontation?

"It's come to my attention that you've been playing hero again," you began, your tone dripping with mockery, each word designed to belittle. "Standing up for those who can't stand up for themselves?" You drawled the word 'hero' out slowly, inflecting it with scorn, ridiculing the very essence of heroism—a concept you found utterly ridiculous in a world governed by the strict dynamics of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas.

Your smirk widened as you leaned in, eager to see his reaction to the bait you were laying out before him.

"How dare you even think of being a hero and saving others when you can't even save yourself from a simple bully? Katsuki, if I'm not mistaken, yeah?" Your words were calculated, aiming to undermine his sense of self and heroism.

Mentioning Katsuki was a low blow, an attempt to remind Izuku of his vulnerabilities and failures. You observed him closely, looking for any sign of hurt or hesitation, any indication that your words had found their mark.

This seemed to set Izuku off. His usually slouched frame straightened, and he turned around to face you, his expression unreadable. "Everyone deserves someone to stand up for them, no matter their status," Izuku replied, his voice steady and firm, a stark contrast to the mocking tone you had used.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing off the walls of the nearly empty hallway. "And what about you, Midoriya? Who stands up for you?" You stepped closer, deliberately invading his personal space, aiming to intimidate. "Seems to me like you could use someone to protect you from, well, people like me."

There was a slight narrowing of Izuku's eyes, a subtle but clear indication of his annoyance or perhaps determination. However, his stance remained unchanged, unwavering in the face of your provocation. "I don't need protection. Not from you or anyone else," he declared, his voice carrying a quiet confidence that seemed to fill the space between you.

The boldness of his statement took you by surprise. It was unexpected, coming from someone you perceived to be just another Omega, someone who, by all accounts, should have been easy to dominate and intimidate.

Yet here he was, standing his ground, challenging the very foundations of the hierarchy you had been taught to uphold.

The audacity of his response fueled your anger further. With a swift movement, you pushed him into the locker, nose flaring as you gripped the front of his uniform. "Careful, Omega, you might wanna watch your tone. Because from where I'm standing, you look pretty cornered to me," you purr, your eyes narrowed to slits, expecting him to cower under your grip.

But in a flash, the roles reversed. Izuku's quick movement was wholly unexpected, and before you knew it, you were the one pressed against the wall, his forearm against your chest.

"I'm tired of people like you thinking they're so much better than everyone else because of some perceived status. Power isn't determined by your status. It's how you choose to wield it." Izuku's voice was calm, but there was a sharpness to it that cut through you. "You think you can intimidate and bully others just because you're an Alpha? That's not strength. That's weakness"

Feeling your inner Alpha bristle at this, you prepared to push him off, to reclaim your position. But then, Izuku did something completely unexpected, something that no amount of physical strength could have prepared you for.

He leaned in closer, invading your personal space in a way that was almost confrontational, yet it wasn't his proximity that disarmed you—it was the sudden wave of his Omega pheromones that enveloped you, weaving around you like an invisible force.

The scent was immediate and overwhelming, strikingly fresh and minty with an undeniably “green” essence to it. It was like standing in the heart of a rainforest just after a heavy downpour, surrounded by the lush, vibrant life of countless plants and trees, their leaves heavy with dew.

The smell of early morning grass, wet and alive, filled your nostrils, inexplicably drawing you in, making your mouth water and your gums tingle with a tender sensation as your canines instinctively elongated, reacting to the potent biological cues Izuku's pheromones were sending.

As the scent enveloped you, a warmth unfurled in your lower stomach, a sensation both foreign and intoxicating. It was as if Izuku's pheromones were reaching out, threading through your aggression to soothe and tame it, leaving you feeling unexpectedly vulnerable.

His smirk, slight and knowing, seemed to say he was fully aware of the effect he was having on you, challenging the very notion of Alpha superiority with nothing but his natural Omega essence.

"You know," he began, his voice now, carrying a weight that demanded attention, "I've been watching you. Your arrogance, your belief in your own superiority... it's quite telling."

He took a step closer, his presence enveloping you in a way that felt both intrusive and enlightening. "I've never understood why Alphas like you are so haughty, acting as if they're the epitome of strength and power."

You found yourself unable to move, not just because of the physical barrier he had placed between you and freedom moments ago, but because of the invisible hold his presence now commanded.

Izuku leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper yet loud enough to echo in the now silent hallway, carrying a mix of amusement and a hint of something more profound,. "The truth is, Alphas like you bend to the will of Omegas like me."

Before you could process his words fully, Izuku reached out, his fingers deftly catching a curl of your hair, twirling it gently. The proximity allowed him to lean in close, his nose just inches from the side of your neck, where your scent gland pulsed with a mix of emotions. The intimacy of the gesture, the invasion of personal space was disarming, and you found yourself frozen, caught in the intensity of the moment.

His eyes, a clear and penetrating gaze, met yours as he pulled back, leaving a trail of confusion and an unexpected desire for more of his insight. "Since you want to have control so bad," Izuku said, his voice lowering, laced with a challenge, "then I'll show you how it feels to lose that control." His eyes flashed the distinctive Omega yellow.

Instinctively, your eyes flashed red in response.

Yet, despite your anger and the primal urge to assert your dominance, Izuku's pheromones had done their work, leaving you momentarily incapacitated, unable to act on your aggression.

Izuku leaned down, his eyes lidding as a wicked smirk grew on his lips. "Oh, what's wrong? Not so big now, huh?" he cooed, running his nose along the slope of your scent glands, an action so intimate and provocative that it sent a shiver down your spine.

His voice, laced with a mocking tone, cut through the haze of pheromones that had clouded your senses, sharpening the humiliation of being so thoroughly outmaneuvered by an Omega.

The proximity, his scent mingling with yours, the heat of his breath against your skin—it was all designed to disorient and dominate, to showcase his control over the situation. The irony wasn't lost on you; in this moment, Izuku, the supposed weak Omega, held all the power, leaving you, the Alpha, completely at his mercy.

His actions, so bold and unyielding, were unlike anything you had ever experienced. They challenged not just your physical dominance but your very understanding of the dynamics between Alphas and Omegas. Izuku was rewriting the rules, showing you that the real power lay not in brute strength or societal labels, but in one's ability to influence and control the emotions and actions of others.

Izuku pulls back, the intensity of the moment hanging thick between you. His lips curve into a half-smile, an expression of satisfaction or perhaps amusement at the effect he's had on you. "I kinda like you like this, quiet, pliant," he hums, his gaze leisurely raking over your form. You stand there, panting slightly, a testament to the tumultuous effect his pheromones have had on you.

You hadn't anticipated the power of Izuku's natural essence to impact you so profoundly; it was as if an internal battle was raging within you. On one side, your Alpha instincts screamed for dominance, to regain control over the situation, to not be swayed by an Omega. Yet, on the other, Izuku's pheromones left you willing.

Izuku hummed to himself again, muttering practically 100 miles an hour, deliberating on what to do next. Finally, after a few moments, his eyes snapped back to you, lips pulling into a wicked smile. "Hm, since you were so willing earlier to protect me from Kaachan, how about you stay true to your words, huh?" he sarcastically asked with a tilt of his head.

Before you could react, Izuku forced your mouth open, tilted your head back, showcasing your elongated canines. It was seconds before you realized what he was doing, but before you could move, he tilted his head further, yanking you to him, making you mark his neck.

The sensation was electrifying, overwhelming every sense you had. Your body acted on its own, instinct taking over as you felt your canines sink into his skin. The moment was brief, yet it felt like an eternity, marking him in the most primal way an Alpha could claim an Omega.

The rush of emotions and sensations was unlike anything you had experienced before. Heat coursed through your veins, spreading a warmth that felt both comforting and invigorating. It was as if every fiber of your being was alive, buzzing with an energy that connected you to Izuku in a way words could never explain.

As your teeth punctured his skin, a connection instantly formed between you two, a bond that was both ancient and immediate. It was a tether that pulled you closer to him, not just physically but on a deeper, more instinctual level.

Your protective instincts, which had lain dormant, now surged to the forefront of your mind, chanting a relentless mantra of 'mine, mine, mine, mine.' This wasn't just a physical claim; it was an emotional one, marking him as yours in a way that left no room for doubt.

Your arms subconsciously tugged on Izuku, bringing him even closer, as if trying to merge him into your very essence. You bit down harder, not out of aggression, but to solidify this newfound connection, to make it known to both him and yourself that this bond was irrevocable. It was a moment of pure primal assertion, your Alpha instincts fully taking over, dictating your actions with an intensity that was almost foreign to you.

As soon as the act was done, Izuku stepped back, a hand gently touching the spot you marked, his eyes gleaming with that omega yellow. "See, not so good being on the other end, is it?" His voice was laced with a victorious tone, yet there was an undercurrent of something else—something that didn't match the triumphant look in his eyes.

You stood there, shocked, your own eyes still flashing red, a mix of anger and confusion swirling within you. The implications of what just happened began to dawn on you slowly, the reality that you just marked an Omega—a clear sign of claiming him as yours.

What were you going to do now? The school's dynamics would shift undoubtedly once word got out. Typically, the marking of an Omega by an Alpha was a significant event, often announced and accompanied by a period of courtship, a public declaration of mutual respect and intention.

But this? This was entirely different. An Alpha marking an Omega out of the blue, especially under such unconventional and unexpected circumstances, was unheard of. And not just any Omega, but Izuku Midoriya, the one Omega who had stood up to you, challenged you in a way no one else dared.

Your interactions with Izuku had been minimal at best, characterized more by conflict than any form of camaraderie or courtship. The school would be buzzing with rumors and speculation, none of which would likely be favorable or understanding of the situation's complexity.

Izuku adjusted his uniform, the wicked smile never leaving his face. "Well, I guess this changes things, doesn't it? I'm curious to see how you'll handle this." With that, he picked up his things, leaving you alone in the corridor, your mind racing with thoughts.

You were so used to being in control, to having others bend to your will. Yet here you were, outmaneuvered by an Omega who not only challenged you but also forced you into a situation that you never imagined possible.

As you watched Izuku walk away, a part of you knew this was only the beginning. You had to figure out what this meant for you, for him, and for whatever strange, twisted relationship you now found yourselves in. The school, your friends, your family—they would all have opinions on this, but for now, all you could do was stand there, trying to process the whirlwind of events that just unfolded.

This was not how you expected your day to end, marked by an Omega, your pride wounded, yet a part of you couldn't help but feel intrigued by what Izuku said. What did this mean for you? And more importantly, how were you going to face him tomorrow?

**omg y'all, i got it bad for izuku, but let me know if you'd like a part 2 👀

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