#alpha!Johnny Storm imagine smut

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What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 6

Summary:  How did Johnny get involved? 

Pairings:  Johnny Storm X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, A/B/O dynamics, unprotected sex, smut, PIV sex, knotting, breeding kink, forced prostitution, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:   2.7K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“Imagine seeing you here again,” Nick stops Johnny at the door.  His hands pushing up against his chest, “Price is doubled.”

“Doubled?” He gives Nick an annoyed laugh, handing over his black card.  “Am I allowed to ask why?”

“Why are you coming here four to five times a week?  A Beta like you, surely you could get anyone.  You have fame, money, why her?” Nick takes a big sniff of Johnny, and the younger man pleads that all his precautions are working.  Hoping that his natural Alpha scent doesn’t come through, because he was desperate to touch your skin.  “Mmm, did his card clear?”

“Yes, Alpha,” the old woman says from behind the desk.

“Johnny, I’m watching you.  You’re growing attached to my Omega,” interesting choice of words that he was using.  Johnny’s face remains unmoving.  You were not Nick’s Omega.  He made sure of that.  Made sure that you were slicked up and ready to take his knot.  Showing him your mating gland every time he was sitting deep inside of you.  He had you needy for him.  Begging for him.  Nick reaches behind the desk, pressing a button to unlock the door.

Johnny didn’t need to be shown to your room.  He is well aware of your location now.  Strutting down the hallways, and none of the other Omegas even knew.  They were idiots, and you were such a smart one.  Scenting his designation immediately.  Just like you were truly meant to be his.

Opening up your bedroom, you pace around in nothing but one of his button up shirts.  You had worried your lip raw, and you turn to look at him.  Unbuttoning the shirt and holding it open for him.  “Johnny, I need you to knot me.  And I need you to mark my mating gland.  It hurts.  It hurts so bad now.  You’re my Alpha.  I don’t want August, and I can’t stand the scent of Nick.  I pushed him out of here earlier.  He tried to touch what was yours.  Please, I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

Tears spill out of your eyes, and he understands Nick’s reserve earlier.  He definitely could probably feel you losing interest in Nick.  Stupid man only had himself to blame.  You grab at Johnny’s hand and put it on your mound.  Guiding his fingers until they were in your warmth.  Moaning at the way he felt in you.

“It just hurts so bad when you’re not here.  I need you always.  I need you in me.  Please, Johnny.  I’ll be your perfect Omega.  I just need it,” the whole time you were crying to him you were grinding on his fingers.  It was a pitiful moment.  An Omega that went through hell to become the perfect wife.  And now you were desperate to be claimed.

The House of Walker produced good Omegas at a high cost.  They were brutal in their training, and you were showing what happened when one was unclaimed.  Delirious in need to be claimed and mated.  “Johnny, please, just give me your knot, Alpha.  It hurts so bad,” grabbing his free hand, you place it on your tit as you walk back to your bed.  Palming him over his pants.  “I’ll be your good little Omega bitch.  Give you so many pups.  You feel my slick leaking out onto my thighs?  I need it.”

“Yeah, you do,” he groans, pulling down his pants.  Letting his cock spring up, and he pushes you down to the bed.  “Don’t you get on your knees.  I want to see your pretty face when I breed you.”

You spread your legs out wide, fingering your own tight channel, and spreading it out wide for him to see.  “I need it,” you whine as he walks over to the bed.  Jerking you to the side before he stuffs his aching cock into your cunt.  There was no time for adjusting, he just begins rutting into you like a mad man.  Leaning over you to give you a filthy kiss.  His hands grab firm onto your tits as he spears into you.  Keeping your legs spread wide, and holding them down on the bed.  There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

“You want me to fuck a pup into you?” He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to get you out of here, but this was definitely not part of the plan.  “You want me to claim you properly,” with wild eyes you nod your head excitedly, and Johnny pounds even harder into you.  “I’m gonna,” he was an idiot.  He knew he was.  But your mating gland was pulsing so hard.  Your walls were squeezing him so tight.  It was perfect.  You were perfect.  And you were his.  August Walker be damned.  Frank Adler be damned.  You were his.

“Do you know where she is or not?” August slams his fist on the desk as he looks across at the most incorrigible man he had ever met.  “Why do I feel like you’re playing fucking games with me.  I want my future wife home now!”

“I got some intel from the Adler man.”

“The man that took advantage of my Omega?  The man that was fucking her in our house?  Don’t speak to me about that man,” he didn’t want to believe the rumors of some man sneaking into the house, until he saw it with his own eyes.

Saw you giving Frank everything that was supposed to be his.  He was nothing but a Beta, and he had gathered quickly this was the Beta your father had forbidden you to see.  He hated Frank.  Hated that he had ever had any part of you, but he was useful. He felt connected to you in some way.  Was intuitive about your whereabouts.  “What did he say?”

“She was abducted.  You’ve heard the rumors of Omega brothels,” August pounds his fist back on his desk, before holding his head in his hands.  “Frank got the camera footage.  I have an idea of where this brothel is.  It’ll cost some money,” August sits up at his desk quickly.  Eyes drifting all over his guest’s body.

“It’s a brothel only for Betas.  You smell me, you know I’m not a Beta.  It costs money to pretend to be another designation, and I’m giving you a discount.  Face it, you can’t go in there and see if she’s there.  They know who they took her from.  I’m offering you a chance to get her out.”

“Storm, if you fucking screw me over,” August bares his teeth, and an animalistic growl leaves his mouth, “You are not to touch her.  She’s mine.  My Omega.  You are not to be inside of her.  If they’ve pimped her out to other Betas, I’ll burn their whole operation down.  I will make them dread the day that they took my Omega.  Days before our wedding.  She was going to take my knot like a good Omega.  Four days.  Now I am feral and need to knot her!  You screw me over…”

“Got it,” Johnny says with a crooked smile.  “I’m not allowed to touch her.  She’s your perfect Omega.  I get it.  What’s so special about her?”

“She’s just…perfect,” August reminisces, reaching into his locked bottom drawer to pull out a pair of your ruined panties.  “Her scent is like heaven.  She’s obedient.  Wags her cute ass when she’s being praised.  Our first night together she was presenting for me, and begging for my knot.  And I want her back.  I’ll ruin you and Reid if you do anything to fuck me over.  You know I will.  I’ll bury you, Storm.”

“Right.  Ruin me.  Can’t touch this Omega that smells like perfection.  I’m sure she’s just like every other one of them,” August shakes his head no.  You were trained to be perfect, and that you were.  “I’ll see if I can find her.  Where should I give you updates on her whereabouts?”

Nick flips through a few of the newsreels featuring August and his constant pleading for you back.  He could have mated you, and he would have always known.  Could have given you what you really deserved, but instead had you locked away from him.  Nick starts to exit out of one of the videos, until he sees a familiar face, stepping up behind August for a quick word before Johnny leaves his side.

“Son of a bitch!” Nick screams, clicking on the cameras to your room.  Johnny had your legs and head in the same direction, leaning over you, while he sniffs up your neck.  “Fuck!” He gets up, stomping towards you room.

“Alpha!  Claim me!  Knot me!  Mark me!  Alpha!” Opening up his mouth wide, Johnny stares at your beating mating gland, it was wrong.  This wasn’t his assignment.  “Alpha!  Fill me with your seed!” You scream out as he pierces your mating glad and the pain you had been feeling deep in your core was starting to subside.  You were getting a high from the way he felt.

He disconnects, looking back at the door.  He definitely went off script here.  He was so close to filling your belly full of his spend.  You looked so peaceful for the first time since he met you.  He was taking a risk.  Gambling with both yours and his lives, but there was something to be said about mates’ rights.  “Mark me,” he grunts as his thrusts start to stutter.  “Make me yours.  Hurry!”

With one hard pound into your body, you reach up, and pull him down, biting at his throbbing gland as hot ribbons of his cum paint your walls and you whimper as his knot stretches out your cunt.  “Johnny!” You scream as your bodies literally bond and fuse together.  You had been claimed and a rush of euphoria of which you have never felt courses through your veins.  

Feeling almost drunk and high from the thought, you lick at his bite mark, smiling at how you and him completely belonged together.  It was beautiful.  Just like you knew your own mark would be.  Looking down at where you connect, you smile at how your cunt had taken him.

“You fucking asshole!” Nick storms into the room, slamming the door behind him.  He gasps when he sees Johnny’s own mark, and your cunt spread, and holding his knot.  “What the hell did you do?”

“Alpha claimed me,” you were gone.  A teenager drunk for the first time.  Rubbing over your belly, and moving down to rub at your clit, and down to his balls, “Look, he’s so fucking deep in my belly.  Alpha put pups in there.  He’s my Alpha, and I am his Omega.”

“Alpha/Omega rights say you can’t keep us apart.  My Omega is leaving with me.”

“And Steve.  I need Steve to go, too,” you giggle, playing with your hardened nipples.  “Uh, you feel so good and deep Johnny.  Nick, I feel him all over me.”

“I want her and the little runt to leave with me.  You can’t keep us apart.”

“I’ve kept Steve from his Alpha and Beta.  His mark has nearly healed.”

“She marked me, too.  It’s different.  Bucky and Natasha were never marked.  We are finite.  It would be near impossible to keep us apart.  She needs me.  You know she does.  She’ll die without me.  She can’t even think like a normal person now.  She’s in heat,” Nick cackles, shaking his head.

“It’s impossible.  She…”

“She’s been taking my knot for weeks now.  Breakthrough heat.  She…she has to go with me.  You can’t keep her from me or my pup,” his hand rubs over your belly, and you whimper, looking up at him.  “It’s illegal.  And I…I got a big mouth.”

“You think I care about legalities when I’ve got a house of Omegas being used as fetishes for pathetic Betas?  I took all of them.”

“You don’t want any fucking kids here!  Just let her and the Rogers kid leave with me.  We won’t say anything.  You’ll never hear from us again.  Walker, Barnes, and Romanoff are the only people looking for their Omegas!” That name sounded familiar, but cold, and you were swimming with the sweetest thoughts of Johnny and his baby inside of you.

“I need a nest!  That’s what I’ll do,” you look back down at your hole, giggling again, “I can’t move.  Our baby needs a nest, huh, Johnny?”

“Yes, darling,” you preen as his hand presses against your cheek.  “You’re going to make the best nest,” he looks back up at Nick, while you nuzzle your face against his arm.  “She won’t survive.  She won’t make it without me.  This is finite.  You can’t go against biology.”

“You fucking asshole!” Nick screams, clenching his fists.  You seriously were in Lala land.  It was like you couldn’t think.  Your whole being was to be the perfect Omega, and you were finally claimed.  Your hand rubs over your belly while you sing a sweet lullaby, but you were still trying to comfortingly rub Johnny’s scent all over you.  

“You took her from me!”

“You never acted on it.  I would say you took her from Walker,” that name again, you let out a pitiful whine, rubbing your hands up and down Johnny’s chest.  That name was making you uncomfortable, and making you want to cry.  “Don’t do this to us.  Let us go, Rogers, my Omega,” a chiming giggle exits your mouth as you kiss over Johnny’s arm.  “See?  She’s addicted.”

“You fucking took her from me!  She was for me!  You ruined her!  That cunt…she was my prize Omega.”

“Johnny’s Omega,” you giggle looking up at Johnny.  When he smiles down at you, your body wiggles in spite of yourself.  “Always Johnny’s Omega.  Gonna give you all the babies in the world.  Like right now,” you tap over your belly.  “I think you fucked a baby right in there.  I love your knot.  It feels so good to be knotted, and now I’m fully yours.  Oh!” You look down at where Johnny was rooted into you, “Johnny, I don’t want you to leave me.  Can you give me your knot again?  Or can I sleep with you inside me?  I need it.”

“She’s fucking psycho now.  Useless.”

“She won’t perform.  She won’t take another cock.  Won’t like those cock sleeves you provide for the Betas.  She’s had the real deal.  And if I don’t show up tonight, my team has been given this address, and they will raid.  I want her and Rogers to go home with me.”

“Son of a bitch!” Nick screams, walking out of your room and slamming the door.

“Johnny, can I play with your cock until you get hard again.  I want to fall asleep to the beat of your throbbing cock.  Please, sir?  Please, Alpha.”

“Fuck,” he didn’t think this through.  Didn’t think about the responsibility you were going to be for him.  Or even just how hot he was going to find you being needy for him, almost begging for his cock.  But then you lift yourself off the bed, and kiss over his new mark, and he starts relaxing.  This he could get used to.  “I’ll protect you, Omega.  You really think there’s a pup in this belly?”

“Oh, yes.  There’s a pup in here.  And you're his daddy.  See,” you rub over your belly again, and still he sees nothing.  “I’m sleepy, Alpha.  Will you hold me?  Keep me safe?”

“Yes,” he whispers, pulling himself out of you, he shimmies beside you.  Pulling you closer to him, where your eyes get really heavy, fluttering close.  “I’m going to protect us, Omega.  We’re getting out of here.”

“Steve, too.”

“Steve, too.  Natasha and Bucky will be relieved.  Get some rest though.  Let your Alpha take care of you, okay?” You nod your head a bit, and start to settle on the bed.  You were so very tired, and already drifting asleep.  Johnny had to stay on alert.  He knew that Nick would try to stop them, but now Johnny had something so much more important to him or a job.  He knew he screwed up, but this was the only way.

“Alpha, can you put your cock back inside of me?”

“Of course, Omega.  Get some sleep, darling.”

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Watch My Heart Burn

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Go ahead and watch my heart burn

With the fire that you started in me

But I'll never let you back to put it out

Johnny Storm needed to grow up, according to his sisterand brother-in-law. Johnny Storm was an alpha who used omegas, who cycled through them like they were flavours of the week and Sue was tired of it. In order to keep track of him and maybe get him to settle down, Sue pulls a few strings and has a new omega hired as his personal assistant, one who holds little regard for Johnny.

He sees the omega as a challenge; she sees him as a child she needs to babysit.

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AU

Part One

This post contains alternate universe sbb2017 works of all sorts of genres. This post contains the following, take a look at what participants have been working hard on since June!

A/B/O

Band/Musician AU

Based on other media AU

Canon Divergence (sorted from were they diverge from canon)

Pre TFA

TFA

TWS

College/University AU and also HIgh School AU

Fairy Tale/Mythology 

Also check out  Canon ‘Verse | AU Part Two | AU Part Three | Masterpost

A/B/O

The Alpha’s Ball by Samwise_baggins & Steve-Bucky-Stucky

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con

Word Count: 44, 706

Relationships: Steve Rogers/James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, Thomas ‘TJ’ Hammond/Johnny Storm, Sam Wilson/ Riley, Nick Fury/ Phil Coulson

Tags: Omega Verse, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Reference Child Abuse, m-preg, Mating Cycle/ In-Heat, Violent Sex, Graphic Sex

Summary:  The annual Alpha’s Ball, where people go to find a mate, is being hosted by Tony Stark at his mansion in New York. It is a masquerade ball, and the Avengers are among the guests. But even when searching for love, things don’t always go as planned for the Avengers. For Steve, it means a chance to forget his one time love, killed during the war. For Bucky, it means a night out, trying to pick up the pieces after having fled his former lover. What it means for the pair of them is a revelation of secrets and twisted plots - - and a chance at a possible new beginning … together.

Artist: Samwise_baggins

        Steve

        Bucky

Band/Musician AU

I’m With The Band? by @mystrana (Ao3)

Three beautiful pieces of art by: @artgroves (Ao3) (rating: G)

“Oh Shucks Steve”

“Pre-caffeine Bucky”

“Rock Star Bucky”

(rating: NC-17)

words: 23.9k

Relationships: Steve/Bucky

Tags: College AU, Band AU, Fluff, Wee bit of angst, explicit content, no archive warnings apply

Steve Rogers is getting by just fine spending every Friday night by himself, thank you very much, until his classmate Peggy invites him to come see her favorite local band. One look at the lead singer Bucky, and it’s lust at first sight. The next thing he knows, Steve is outside making out with the guy of his dreams, but it’s never that simple - Bucky’s bandmate Natasha finds them outside and all but drags Bucky back inside by his ear.

Steve’s not sure where to go from here, but he’s pretty sure, somehow or another, he’s gonna have to see Bucky again.

PEOPLE LIVE HERE BY @TOLKHIEN (AO3)

BANNER, POSTER, AND ARTWORK  BY @STARMAKI (AO3)

Rating: Mature Word Count: 46,112 Relationship: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Background Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Maria Hill, Sam Wilson, Peggy Carter, Alexander Pierce Warnings: Alcohol Use, Drug Use, Drug Overdose, Suicidal Thoughts. Tags: Modern AU, No Superpowers, Punk AU, Band AU, Veteran Bucky, Musician Bucky, Pre-Serum Steve, Artist Steve, Tattoos and Piercings, PTSD, Drug Addiction, Temporary Breakup, Happy Ending, Based on a Real Band, Rise Against Summary MAY YOU BE IN HEAVEN BEFORE THE DEVIL KNOWS YOU’RE DEAD. MAY THESE WINDS BE ALWAYS AT YOUR BACK. ‘CAUSE WHEN WE’RE ALL JUST GHOSTS, AND THE MADNESS OVERTAKES US, WE WILL LOOK AT THE ASHES AND SAY, “PEOPLE LIVED HERE.”

When Steve meets the singer of Crimson Riot, on whom he may or may not be harbouring a years long crush, and gets offered a job, Steve thinks it’s a dream come true. Getting paid to go on tour with his favourite band and create art? It’ll just take some time to get used to the rockstar lifestyle.But as he gets to know James “Bucky” Barnes, and sees what’s underneath the drugs and the cocky attitude, he gives himself a new job: Help Bucky before it’s too late. 

TUMBLR POST

Based on other media AU

Ain’t Misbehaving by Revenant-Scribe (Ao3) (Tumblr)

Header art and paper craft art by @milollita

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli, Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers (past)

Summary:

Steve Rogers is an excellent judge of character. No, really! But, as Peggy puts it: when it comes to love his head tends to override his heart. When his girlfriend leaves him for a model Steve wonders if he’ll ever find the right partner; maybe it’s time to stop looking.Naturally, this is when he (quite literally) runs into Jim Buchanan, a fashion exec who (also literally) makes Steve weak-in-the-knees. Sure, that might just be the concussion but they do seem to have some sort of chemistry. Jim’s sweet and funny, walks his neighbor’s rescue dog and can do over 300 chin-ups without pausing to catch his breath (Steve’s new apartment has a great view), so clearly there must be something horrible he’s trying to keep secret.(A Head Over Heels adaptation)

Read over at Ao3

As Soon As Possible by turn_turn_turn

Art by Jessie Lucid

Rating: M

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 30K

Relationships: Main course of Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes with a dash of Natasha Romanov/Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow, and Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson on the side

Tags: When Harry Met Sally AU, Modern AU, No Powers AU, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, more like Begrudging Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, seriously you guys please stop poking at each other and fall in Love already, Rom-heavy-on-the-Com Fun, please laugh at my jokes

Summary:

Can two idiots stop bickering long enough to confess their true feelings for one another? Steve and Bucky will attempt to answer this question in just twelve short years! A journey filled with road trips, arguments, other relationships, emotionally convoluted hookups, borderline-salacious and pastrami-sandwich-adjacent amateur theater, and heaps of completely unnecessary, totally mutual pining! An updated re-imagining of a romcom classic, starring Steve Rogers, a bird-boned, hopeless romantic with a stubborn streak, and Bucky Barnes, a laid-back Lothario (dubious on both counts) with a heart of gold and more bad Star Wars puns than Mark Hamill himself! Also features supporting roles by Natasha ‘We All Wish We Were That Cool’ Romanoff, Samuel ‘Has His Shit Together, Unlike All of You Dweebs’ Wilson, Clint 'Are You Going to Finish That Slice’ Barton, and many more! Now showing at an archive near you.

Header by the amazing Jessie Lucid @lucidnancyboy

Art by the amazing Jessie Lucid (on ao3)

Brooklyn Bound by multifandomfics

Rating: M

Words:55,485

Archive Warnings: Chose not to Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Tags: Minor/Childhood Death (Mentioned), Sweet Home Alabama AU, Multiship, non-graphic sexual situations, Cursing/Swearing

Summary: Steve Rogers is ready to embark on a new chapter in his life, his perfect boyfriend has just proposed and all is going well. The only problem, he’s still married to his childhood sweetheart. Steve needs to return home to Brooklyn and finalize his divorce before his fiancée finds out he was ever married. However things become more complicated as Steve arrives, it turns out that there is more to his ex than meets the eye, and old feelings resurface. Steve needs to choose, stay in Brooklyn with the man he once loved, or return to California and start his new life. Sweet Home Alabama AU.

Art by 10feetalice

Creatures of a Brief Season by @goddessvicky & @octobergryphon

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 56k

Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson/Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis/Grant Ward, Jane Foster/Thor Odinson

Tags: public sex, outdoor sex, magic, anal sex, oral sex, fingering, rimming, blow jobs, UST, au covenant, different powers, au magic, bisexual steve, bisexual bucky, bottom steve, top steve, bottom bucky, top bucky, au modern with magic, college, friends to lovers, smut, we tried to make it fluff, all the swears, slow burn, Framily

Summary:

The Sons of Ipswich possess otherworldly powers, but they are not the only ones with this gift.

On the edge of his 21st birthday, Steve Rogers feels the Power growing within him. He’s hoping that with Bucky, Sam, and Clint, he’ll survive the transformation.

That’s not the only thing that’s changing. Bucky and Steve have always been best friends, but now, maybe, there’s something more?

Amazing Artwork by the phenomenally talented Alby

First I commit a Crime (Then You Get Blamed For It) by @tisfan 

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark, James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Loki (female), James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanov, Lucky, Nick Fury Additional Tags: Sinbad AU, Low-tech/high-magic, Sea Monsters, Sirens, Pining Idiots, Idiots in Love, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Everyone Is Poly Because Avengers, Pirates, Oral Sex, Cheating, sort of, everyone is forgiven Summary:

When Loki is bored, suddenly, nothing is easy.

Framed for stealing the Reality Stone from his best friend (and former lover!) Steve, Bucky finds himself accused of the crime and sentenced to death. When the Council doesn’t believe that Bucky is innocent, Steve swears to be executed in Bucky’s place, giving him time to seek out Loki and recover the stone from Loki’s realm of Jotunheim

Accompanied by a ship full of stalwart adventurers, and Steve’s fiance, Tony Stark – who doesn’t trust Bucky as far as he can throw him! – the ship, Hydra, faces sirens, snowbirds, and living islands to make it to Loki’s realm, recover the stone and save Steve’s life. The biggest problem? Bucky can’t forget his old lover, but at the same time, finds himself falling in love with Steve’s boyfriend.

for the ashes of his fathers (and the kingdoms of his gods) - ‘Oblivion’ stucky AU by LadyNimrodel

Steve and Natasha are an effective team. They work for Shield’s Control Station, built after the planet was destroyed in the war with the Scavs. They are left on a broken and barren planet to keep the drones running that protect the hydra rigs, which collect precious water for what’s left of humanity, now living in a colony on one of Saturn’s moons.

What Steve knows is this: the Scav attacks are getting worse, even though they lost the war nearly fifty years ago. In two weeks he and Natasha are leaving to join the rest of humanity. And that neither of them want to leave earth.

What he doesn’t know is why the Scavs are attacking again, why everything Control tells them feels wrong, and why he keeps dreaming of a man with grey-blue eyes and a familiar smile and who Steve doesn’t remember.

-Or- The Oblivion AU that no one asked for.

Art by Emeraldwolf | Art by koreanrage 

Give Me Fuel, Give Me Fire by 221BJen

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: Chose not to Use Archive Warnings

Words: 41k

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Tags: Fast & the Furious AU, Major Character Injury, Car Accidents, Car Sex, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mechanic Bucky Barnes, Undercover Steve Rogers, AU - No Powers

Summary: Brooklyn detective Steve Rogers finds his loyalty tested when he goes undercover to investigate a group at the center of a series of high speed heists. He doesn’t know what to make of James Barnes and his family of choice, but he wants to know more. Drag races, muscle cars and intense attraction leave Steve wondering if he’s in way too deep. Spoiler alert: Definitely.

Art by faceisamess (on AO3)

Home Is Where the Heart Is by @anice-1 (AO3)

with art by MrBarnesIfYaNasty beta-read by @curry-spice-and-everything-nice

Rating: T

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 22k

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter

Tags: Sweet Home Alabama AU, based on a movie, modern AU - no powers, referenced minor character death, referenced pet death, people get drunk, artist!Steve, background Clint/Natasha, brief mention of past Bruce/Natasha

Summary:

Steve Rogers has it all: He’s the hottest new artist in town, he’s dating the most eligible bachelorette of New York City, and he just got the proposal of his dreams. The problem? Steve already has a husband, and travelling home to finally divorce Bucky Barnes proves to be far more of a trip down memory lane than Steve expected.

How to Fix a Broken Heart by RockSaltAndRoll

Rating: General Audiences

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Based on Grey's Anatomy, medical AU, Major Illness, Blood, Surgery, Fluff and Angst, heart failure, Doctor/Patient Romance, Doctor!Bucky, Patient!Steve, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Happy Ending

Summary

Stucky Big Bang 2017 Submission:Falling in love with a patient was top of the list of things Bucky Barnes would never do...until he met Steve Rogers - a good guy with a broken heart that can't be fixed. After Steve's transplant surgery falls through and his bad heart weakens, Bucky and his team try their hardest to keep him alive until they can find a donor. Over bedside picnics and games of scrabble, Bucky fights against time to save the man he's in love with before Steve loses his battle.

Identity Is Your Most Valuable Possession by assemblingbrokenmemories 

Rating: M

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 72.5 k

Relationships: Steve/Bucky

Tags: Alternate Universe- The Incredibles, Modern with Powers AU, Fake Marriage, Family Fic, Amputee!Bucky, Cryokinetic!Bucky, Canon Typical Violence, Minor Character Death Mention, Alternating POV

Summary: Steve and Bucky meet as opposite sides of a battle when the brainwashed Winter Soldier was sent to kill Captain America and ended up captured and a friend instead. This battle and its resulting damage are the nail in the coffin for enhanced individuals, and the government rolls out the Enhanced Relocation Act which rehouses superheroes into civilian life. Seven years later, the glory of the “super hero days” are over and the ERA sees Steve and Bucky masquerading as a married couple with three adopted children- Pietro, Wanda, and Peter. As they struggle to adjust to their as regular citizens, a unique and potentially dangerous offer puts their family in danger. WIll they come together? Or will this see the end of their charade? - The Incredibles AU people (sort of) asked for!

Art by debwalsh (tumblr)

Art by debwalsh (ao3)

Indiana Barnes and the Curse of the Tesseract by follow_the_sun

Art by sulasaferoom

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Creator chose not to Use Archive Warnings

Words: 56,576

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags: Action/Adventure, Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, Inspired by Indiana Jones, Inspired by The Rocketeer, Marvel Norse Lore, sbb2017, Stucky Big Bang 2017, Canon Disabled Character, Brief torture scene, The Real Treasure Was the Priceless Historical Sites We Blew Up Along The Way

Summary: It’s 1943, and art history professor Steve Rogers has been hired to help wealthy industrialist Tony Stark find his father, who went missing while searching for the fabled Tesseract. It sounds like an easy job until Steve finds out that his old flame, Bucky Barnes, is also part of the expedition.

Our Core is Madness by Terrenis | Art by noncorporealform

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Words: 61380

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson/DarcyLewis, Mentions of Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli, Thor/Jane Foster, Sif/Maria Hill/Sharon Carter

Tags: AU - Modern Setting; AU - Year 2000; Serial Killers; Mental Issues; Movie Science; Post-Serum Steve; Bucky has Issues and a metal arm; Howards A+++parenting; Dissociative identity disorder, more on Ao3

Summary: When Crossbones, New York’s and New Jersey’s newest Serial Killer, collapses, when finally captured, it’s up to SHIELD Agent Steve Rogers to find a way to locate the killer’s newest victim, before it’s too late.

Enter one James “Bucky” Barnes - a psychologist and engineer, who uses an experimental device to engulf into his patients’ minds. In a race against time, Steve and his partner Natasha turn to him for help and Bucky agrees, while secretly fighting against his growing attraction for the nice blond federal agent. The only question is: Is it safe to enter a mad man’s subconscious or will it end badly for them both?

Or a The Cell! AU that no one asked for. But I wrote it anyway.

Steal The Rhythm Out From My Heart by Nori [ AO3 | Tumblr ]

Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 32K Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Tags:  Alternate Universe - Destiny (video game), Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Angst, Humor, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Minor Character Death

Summary: Humanity’s dwindling numbers hang by a thread and the last of the Traveler’s strange, powerful Light grows dimmer by the day. With their fearsome, unknown enemy closing in, it falls on the Guardians to defend the last of Earth’s people. Steve, only recently reborn and still learning the limits of his inhuman abilities, is thrown headfirst into an unceasing battle for life itself. Falling in love with a mysterious, reticent Hunter isn’t really part of the plan, but Steve’s always been flexible. Now if he could just convince the object of his affections to admit he’s in love, too, these long days of war might even be worth the trouble.

“You’re a madman,” Bucky informs him fondly. Steve steps forward, using both hands to grab the edges of Bucky’s hood and pulling until the material lies neat and even.

“Probably,” he agrees amiably, and hops backwards off the cliff.

Art by Emeraldwolf | Art by koreanrage

Stevie by malone78.tumblr.com

Word count: 35k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James “Bucky” Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Stony - Freeform, Depression, blink and you miss it mention of Buckynat, Recovery, Deception, Age Difference, Suicide Attempt, Arranged Marriage Summary:

Steve is the son of a live-in-nurse who returns home from two years in Paris a stunning young man, and immediately catches the attention of Tony, the playboy son of his mother’s rich employers. Tony woos and wins Steve, who has always been in love with him. However, their romance is threatened by Tony’s serious older brother, Bucky, who runs the family business and is relying on Tony to marry an heiress in order for a crucial merger to take place. Steve is initially elated because he has been in love with Tony since he can remember. What seems like a dream come true for Steve ends up taking a strange turn when Bucky starts spending time with Stevie. In a world of money and high society, who can Stevie trust with his heart?

Art by milkberi.tumblr.com to follow

Storm Chasers by raisedinthunder

Rating: T

Archive Warnings: None

Words: 29k

Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags: Twister AU, storm chaser au, estranged husbands, rekindled romance

Summary: When the worst series of storms on record are predicted to hit Oklahoma, Bucky Barnes drags his entire department out into the field to chase them down. When they’re joined by his estranged husband, Steve and his new fiancé it’s not just their new tornado warning system that’s put to the test. Risking their lives Bucky and Steve go up against mother nature together once more.

Art by drjezdzany

The Holtzmann-Rogers Plan of Action by krycekasks

Unrated

Archive Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Relationships: James Bucky Barnes / Steve Rogers, Erin Gilbert / Jillian Holtzmann

Tags: Holtzbert - Shrinkyclinks - Great British Bake Off - Ghostbusting AU, misunderstandings, Rogers and Holtz are scamps!, evil twins, Fluff, dream/flashback with gun violence and killing, description of an asthma attack / difficulty breathing, description of a cut / bleeding, allusion to disturbing human experimentation, but mostly: Fluff and Crack, Fluff and Humor

Summary: Why have one five foot one-ish obstinate blond with no sense of self-preservation issues and a propensity for getting into trouble when you can have two for twice the price? Only by working together do they stand a chance of getting their best friends to fall in love with them. Throw in experimental robotic arms, ghost hunting and internationally renowned televised baking competition and a cunning plan, what could possibly go wrong?

(aka the one where Steve is an art professor in love with his best friend, the former Special Forces sniper Bucky Barnes, who lost and arm in combat and tests experimental prostheses for Jillian Holtzmann, who is in love with her best friend Erin Gilbert, paranormal expert and Steve’s colleague. While Erin and Bucky vie for Star Baker in the Great British Bake Off, Holtzmann and Rogers devise a plan to win their hearts.)

Adorable, amazing and delicious art (I’m so lucky, it’s ridiculous) by Frau Argh - thank you for taking a chance with this story, your enthusiasm (and love for Aliens) has made it all worthwhile

Where No One Goes by made_of_sunshine

Rated: PG/Teen

Character tags:James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Helen Cho, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Nick Fury Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Daemons, Fantasy, Non-consensual daemon touching, loosely based on httyd, pre-serum Steve Rogers, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Amnesia, Loss of Identity, Dragons Summary:

Three years ago, Steve Rogers woke up on the shores of Skjoldr, barely breathing, his daemon at his side. He remembered nothing of his previous life. Featuring: A war in which he is not the hero, a dragon who may not be what it seems and two boys who are more than they realize.

Art by @cloudwolfbane

Art by @inkforwordsart

Canon Divergence (sorted from were they diverge from canon)

Pre TFA

Gweilo Gongfu by P.R. Zed

Rating: E

Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Words: 34K

Relationships: Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes

Tags: Alternate Universe, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Chinese American Bucky Barnes, 1930s, Period-Typical Racism, Martial Arts

Summary:

“I can look after myself.” Steve bristled. “And how about you? You go around taking on three fighters from the Hip Sing Tong on a regular basis?”

“Sure,” the guy said, and then he gave Steve a big grin. “I don’t like bullies either.”

“Jeez, we’re two of a kind, ain’t we?” Steve laughed and stuck out his hand. “Steve Rogers.”

The guy took his hand in a firm grip.

“Bucky Dyun.”

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, unless you want to call me Pok Chi like my ma does.”

“Bucky it is.”

Steve Rogers doesn’t know much about Chinese culture when he makes a wrong turn in Chinatown. But a chance meeting gives him not only a new friend, but an entry into a whole new world. The more he learns from Bucky, the closer they get, until Bucky is so much more than a friend. But when a Chinese gang goes after Bucky and his family, Steve knows he needs to stand up and make sure the man he loves doesn’t lose everything.

Art by potofsoup (link to come)

Art by cassandrasfisher (link to come)

Red Strings and Violent Things by urbanconstellations tumblr

Rating: T

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings apply

Words: 27k

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Tags: Post- Winter Soldier, PTSD, Allusions to sexual situations and Violence, Cursing

Summary: There is an old Chinese myth about a red string of Fate, that is intertwined around two souls by the gods. The cord may stretch, or tangle, but never break. Two boys fall in love in Brooklyn, slowly and full of promise. As they fall, their string unwinds to catch them. Seventy five years later, that string finds its way back home. After the Winter Soldier pulls Steve Rogers out of the Potomac, he isn’t quite sure where to begin putting the pieces back together. Steve Rogers is spending his time pulling on threads, while trying to follow his own. Their strings will pull them through memories and doubt, until they wind up on a pier, wound together again.

Seventy five years in fits and starts.

Art by @sorrowingsoldier

Art by @starmaki

TFA

A Retelling by AftertheFall (you_took_everything)

Rating: E

Words: 20k

Archive Warnings: Rape/Noncon

Tags: TFA, Howling Commandos, Peggy Carter, Pre-Seruem Steve, Bucky Barnes as Captain America, Religious Themes

Summary:

Bucky stood in a line with a bunch of other men at parade rest. All the men were probably as scared as Bucky, and, like Bucky, none of them willing to show it.

His papers had come in the mail. It wasn't like he hadn't been expecting them. His father had looked grim. His mother had not been able to stop crying. She had always been religious, but she started attending mass two times a day and three times on Sundays. She tried to make Bucky come too, but he didn’t really see much point to it. He’d never been very religious.

Colder Weather by FireflysLove

Rating: Mature

Words: 20k

Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

Tags: Alternate Universe - Ghosts, ghost au, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pre-War, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Period-Typical Homophobia

Summary

In another life, Bucky died in Azzano and Steve never became Captain America. Bucky's come back to haunt Steve. In another time two boys fall in love and learn how to live.

A Ghost AU written in two parts.

Demobilization by 743ish

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 41k

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Tags: Post-war, No Powers, Steve Rogers/OFC, 1940s Bucky Barnes, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Mutual Pining, Jealousy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Homecoming, Emotional Sex

Summary: When the Statue of Liberty slides into view, the whole ship roars. It’s deafening. Bucky throws his fist in the air and yells along with everyone else. His heart is in his throat. The Statue of goddamn Liberty. Bucky wants to climb up her robe and kiss her sour green face.

The cheers rise up again as they go by her, and then die back down; most of the guys are just happy to sit and smile and watch the city float lazily into focus. They know they’ve got days more of barracks and bunks and cheap train seats before they’ll get to see their families in Pittsburgh, or Columbus, or Chicago. But Bucky’s home, he can see Brooklyn, and he laughs and shades his eyes from the sun and feels crazy with happiness, and this has to be the slowest fucking boat in the world, but at least he has a good view while he dies of impatience.

In 1945, Bucky comes home from the war.

Art by Sallysparrow017 tumblr || ao3

Beta by Dreadnought

Folie a Deux

Author: Cloud_Wolfbane

Artists: Xemsonx and Mithborien

Rated: E

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gaslighting, Manipulation, and Amputation

Summary: When Bucky falls off the train in the Alps, Steve follows, and Russia gains two of the greatest assassins that ever lived.

Art Links:

Xemsonx’s awesome trailer can be seen here.

Mithborien’s amazing gifs can be seen here. Mithborien also did the lovely header and the time stamps seen throughout the story.

maybe tomorrow (i’ll find my way home) by obsessivereader

Rating: E

Words count: 26,361

Relationships: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Tags: shrinkyclinks, reincarnated Steve, Post-CATWS, AU - Canon divergent, alternating POV, mild gore (treating injuries), suicide ideation, past rape-noncon (brief mention), implied/referenced torture (brief mention)

Summary: A man exits the building. Approximately 5’6”, thin, tired-looking. A suitable target. He needs someone he can overpower quickly and quietly. He’s injured from the fight on the helicarriers, and weak from hunger, and blood-loss.

A streetlight illuminates the target’s face as he passes under it. That one brief glimpse of a narrow face and glowing blond hair sets his heart rate climbing. Something presses at the edges of his mind, like the wingbeats of night moths against a pane of glass. He ignores it, like he ignores the phantom voice that comes when he’s too long out of cryo. He walks towards the target, knife in hand.

What if… What if Captain America died on the Valkyrie. What if he was reborn. What if the Winter Soldier met him after the fall of the helicarriers.

Art by @this-simple-mind 

Check out my other art for maybe tomorrow here

Now I Can Only Dream (Of Being All You Need) by IndigoNight tumblr

Rating: M

Archive Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con

Words: ~35k

Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/The Winter Soldier

Tags: multiple personalities, hurt/comfort, implied/referenced torture, panic attacks, dissociation, scars, non-consensual body modification, implied/referenced rape/non-con, non-consensual magic, not AoU compliant, not CA:CW compliant

Summary: The Winter Soldier exists for one reason: Protect Bucky Barnes. It is an ongoing mission, one that does not change when their HYDRA handlers are exchanged for the Avengers. Except the Winter Soldier has no defenses against magic, no contingencies planned for when Bucky is ripped out from his protective cocoon and exposed to the world in a body of his own. It’s a mission adjustment that neither of them were prepared for. At least now they have back up, if they’re willing to accept it.

Beautiful art by arania

@araniaart

Protector by @capgal with artwork by glide-thru

Rating: Gen Archive Warnings: No warnings apply Word Count: 30k Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Additonal Tags: Magical!Shield AU, Canon Compliant Summary: In which Steve finds Bucky, loses Bucky, finds Bucky, and loses Bucky again, and picks up and drops the shield a few times along the way.Or: the one where everything is the same, except the shield is a magical alien artifact like Mjolnir.

Winter Gorgon by @quarra 

Rating:E

Words:74k

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags: Canon Divergent, Gorgon!BUcky, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Torture, Captain America Steve Rogers, Light Dom/Sub, Switching, Internalized Homophobia, Angst

For as long as Steve could remember, all he ever wanted to do was what was right. So when he hears about his father’s old regiment being held as POW’s by the Nazis, he’s determined to put what Doctor Erskine gave him to good use and goes AWOL to rescue them.

But the 107th isn’t all he finds there. Deep in the labs is a very unusual prisoner; one with snakes in his hair and a mask nailed to his face. Despite the man’s monstrous visage, Steve can’t in good conscience leave him to the enemy. That one act of mercy will change his life, the course of the war, and even the future of the world.

Art by @lenadraws

To Split the Night by AftertheFall with art by @ivedoneit100times that can be seen here

Rating: Explicit 

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con 

Words: 20,043 

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers 

Tags: Period-Typical Homophobia, Bucky Barnes as Captain America, Peggy Carter is a badass as per usual, regligious themes, suicide ideation, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Drugs 

Summary: “It seems we all need something to kill for to seek & claim to treasure till it screams in elemental dark to argue with the Gods over–” - yusef komunyakaa

You Would Be In Clover by @chibisquirt

Rating: E (Explicit)

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Words: 126k

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex, Gay Bucky Barnes, Female Steve Rogers, Marriage of Convenience, Religion, Miscarriage, Period-Typical Homophobia, Crossdressing, Howard Stark/Steve Rogers (minor ship), Bucky Barnes/Others (offscreen)

Summary:

Sarah “Gwen” Rogers was nineteen when she married Bucky Barnes, and she knew at the time just how stupid it was: it wasn’t exactly a brilliant move to marry a man who could never love her, even—or especially—when she knew that she was in love with him.

Neither of them could have predicted the war that came, and if they had, then they sure as hell couldn’t have predicted what would happen when Gwen volunteered for Project: Rebirth.

Art by @esaael and by @mamadonovan

TWS

A Song for Eurydice by Optimustaud @optimustaud

Rating: M

Archive Warnings:  Chose not to Use Archive Warnings

Words: 19999

Relationships:  Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Tags: cursing, torture, medical experimentation, suicidal ideation, mental illness, body horror, cannon divergence, motown and soul

Summary:  Ten years after the events of The Winter Soldier Steve tracks Bucky to an abandoned Hydra base in Siberia.  

Read the fic on AO3

Art by @riakomai / @artbyria

“Episode Two: We Hate Cats!” by @lucidnancyboy and @drjezdzany ​. 

 a direct sequel to “Episode One: Red Vines”. 

Art posts on tumblr: Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4+5

playlist here

Rating: M

Warnings: Mentions of past Torture, Depression, PTSD, Angst, Past Dubious Consent, Suicidal Ideation, Drinking, Explicit Language

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov (mentioned), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark (mentioned), hinted at past Steve/Bucky/Peggy

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson, FRIDAY

Word Count: 88k

Summary: Simply put, Bucky was different now. It had taken a heaping dose of pain for Steve to get that fact through his thick skull, but they were finally on the same page…sort of. Unfortunately, ‘sort of’ wasn’t making things easier. Like an idiot, Steve had expected instantaneous rainbows and sunshine to bathe them in happiness, but all he saw was a giant wall of stubborn and bacon flying at his head.

Bucky and Clint covering their mouths so Steve couldn’t hear them whispering? It hurt. Bucky and Tony laughing at unfunny jokes about torture? It hurt. Bucky and Nat exchanging secret spy glances? It hurt like hell. But Sam declaring himself ‘Team Bucky’? That downright sucked. Once, Bucky had given those pieces of himself to Steve…and only Steve. That was the problem: Steve wasn’t the boy Bucky fell in love with, he wasn’t Captain America, and he wasn’t even doing a good job at being Steve Rogers. Their foundation lost, the question had become, ‘Now what?’

They sucked at it, but they were trying. The fighting, laughing, panicking, hugging, sarcasm, make-up sex, and yes, flying bacon proved that. Not so simply put: Relationships are never a straight line; especially when you both get frozen and end up in the wrong century.

Read on AO3.

Find lucidnancyboy / Jessie Lucid Art on tumblr, AO3 and Instagram.

Find drjezdzany / Lorien on tumblr, AO3 and redbubble.

I Was Me by stuckyisawayoflife

Rating: M

Archive Warnings: Chose not to Use Archive Warnings

Words: 20k +

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Hurt/Comfort, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Old People Love Bucky Barnes, Depression, Anxiety

Summary:

It went like this.

James Buchanan Barnes aka Bucky aka the Winter Solider knocked on Steven Grant Rogers aka Steve aka Captain America’s door at precisely 5:47 am on Tuesday morning. And Steve who, despite all his training, was known to catch a case of “overtrusting idiot” every now and again, shuffled sleepily to the door and swung it open, yawning out a “can I help you?” without even fully opening his eyes.

He blinked when he noticed Bucky standing there, long hair hanging limply under a hat pulled down low, metal hand hidden surreptitiously in his left pocket, giving him a shy sort of smile. Steve had to grip the doorframe to keep from falling to his knees.

Bucky, who was much more composed, simply said, “Hey, Steve.”

Art & Header by ee-void

The Waves Above Us by Suchthingbutnever

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Words: 50k

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags: Antifascist Steve, Communist Bucky, Anal Sex, Mental Instability, Racism, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Attempted Suicide, Drug Use, Depression, Socialist Steve ftw!

Summary:

Steve Rogers looks for death, that elusive fucker dodging him left and right. He stares at walls, talks to ghosts and smokes a boatload of weed. He has a homeless friend who sells stuff on the sidewalk. He eats greasy burgers and barbecue chips. He works for S.H.I.E.L.D., because why the hell not? Yet, unwittingly, there are several things he rediscovers: communism, sex, and then, unbowed, unbroken and very much unhinged, the only equal to his insanity: Bucky Barnes.  

—

Or: The first piece of Bucky Barnes that returned was, in all honestly.

His cock.

Art by Sally, as well as sundae cherries. 

College/University AU and also High School AU

It’s Quiet Uptown by princess-of-the-worlds (ao3)

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warnings: None

Words: 28K

Relationships: Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes

Tags: Modern!AU, Boarding School!AU, Canon Temporary Death, Brief Underaged Drinking, Road Trip, Mutants

Summary: Steve Rogers has always relied on the fact that Bucky Barnes is a major part of his life, and his burgeoning crush on his best friend shouldn’t alarm him. It doesn’t, in fact, but Steve has always had the worst timing in life. He anticipated problems but not problems like this. Enter: boarding school for rich kids, death, assassins, mutants, a road trip, and what could possibly be a government-wide conspiracy. Steve may not even make it to college.

Art by @ninjasherlock

Betaread by @lostthebucky

Lessons In Chemistry by @brendaonao3

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships:Bucky/Steve (Background Sam/Rhodey)

Word Count: 42329

Tags: College AU, Science Nerd Bucky, Artist Steve, Bucky POV, Sexual Experimentation, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Dom/sub Undertones, Friends With Benefits, Boys Who Can’t Communicate Except Through Sex, Language Kink, Skinny!Steve, Bucky & Sam Friendship, Bucky & Peggy Friendship

Summary: Bucky Barnes is having a rough senior year of college: his girlfriend of two years just dumped him for being too boring, he’s drowning in lab work and classes and assignments, sleep and free time are a distant memory, and all his friends seem to want to talk about is how he needs to out of his comfort zone.

But then his old high school buddy, Steve Rogers, drops back into his life, and suddenly classwork and studying and getting into a great grad school are the last thing on his mind.

Art by @sulasaferoom​  

of glory and of good by laure_lie (justawks) with art by barnesergeant

Rating: Teen And Up

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words:  20,230.

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, brief - Relationship

Tags: alternate universe - actors, alternate universe - modern setting, actor Steve, actor Bucky, Hamlet - Freeform, Shakespeare, high school theatre, social media, coming out

Summary: Steve Rogers cannot escape Bucky Barnes. He’s everywhere. High school was a long time ago, yes, but it’s not easily that you forget your first rival. Bucky Barnes stole the role of Prince Hamlet right out from under Steve’s nose, after all. Ten years later they find themselves in the same position - two actors, with a few scars and a few more secrets - vying for the role of Prince Hamlet in what promises to be the role of a lifetime.

Roll for Initiative by QueenoftheRandomWord42

Rating: T

Archive Warnings: Chose not to Use Archive Warnings

Words: 30244 words

Chapters 5/5

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe, The D&D AU nobody asked for, Bucky Barnes plays the Winter Soldier, Steve plays Captain America, Fury’s their GM, M to F Transgender side character Joseph Rogers is the trans side character, no powers au, modern day AU, College AU

Summary: What happens when you mix D&D, The Avengers, with a dash of Identity Porn, a dash of fun, and put into the blender and press frappe? Hopefully this fic!

Bucky Barnes has been trying to juggle his final term in his undergrad while trying to find a thesis project for grad school by day, by night he plays table top games. His characters have a habit of dying before the end of the campaign, and all he can do afterwards is talk to his friend Nomad1974 about the games.

Steve Rogers has been trying to get though art school while his mother is sick with cancer, and circumstances have required that he move in with his mother and uncle until his mother is better or he graduates from college, which ever comes first. The best escape he has is playing table top games online with his friend Not_Yur_Side_Kick17.

Both players have started developing feelings for each other online, but when they meet in real life, they are unaware they know each other, and begin pining. When well these two figure out that they know each other in real life?

Art: by @samthebirdbae

Fairy Tale/Mythology AU

Endurance and Magic by izabelluhroze

Rating: G

Archive Warnings: Chose not to Use Archive Warnings

Words: 22k

Relationships: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Tags: Cinderella!AU, Tony is the fairy godfather, mild abuse, minor character death, cliffhanger ending, pre!war Bucky, skinny!Steve, illness, this sounds angsty and it kinda is but there’s also a lot of fluff.

Summary:

‘Hear ye! Hear ye!

Know that on this day, our new king here by declares his love

For the mysterious blonde Bachelor, as wore white satin gloves

and who called himself Steven.

And requests that he presents himself at the palace immediately,

Whereupon, if he is willing, his royal majesty shall, forthwith, marry him.

Art by instagrims

I Think You’re the Cat’s Meow by daslebensmittel  

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: Chose not to Use Archive Warnings

Words: 22,109

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes / Steve Rogers

Tags: Beauty and the Beast!AU (sort of), Modern Fairytale, Humor, Asshole Cat, Mostly Canon!Steve Rogers, Canon-divergent!Bucky Barnes, Pets, Cats, Enemies to Friends (I guess), Brief Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers

Summary: When Steve met Bucky, it was love at first sight. Bucky, on the other hand, wasn’t impressed; but he also happened to be - a cat. First-time cat owner Steve has a lot to learn about taking care of Bucky, as he tries to juggle his missions and hectic love life. And despite his initial rejection of Steve, asshole-cat Bucky soon learns to appreciate his patient human. However, Bucky also has his own secret agenda to achieve, before his nine lives run out. He never expected Steve of all people to help him - not at first, anyway.

Cover Art by @kikisloveschocolate Art by @barnessergeant Art by @milkberi (pending)

It Tastes Like Ambrosia by Little_Iago, myfailsafe, picoalloe

Rating: Explicit

Words:42k

Archive Warnings: None

After a human soul escapes the grasp of Hades and evades ferrying by Charon, the peaceful God of death Thanatos is tasked with finding out which God is interfering. Taking the mortal form of James Buchanan Barnes, he finds himself face to face with Steve Rogers, the man who has escaped death not once but twice. Now he must get into Steve's good graces and figure out why this mortal is special enough to disappear from the Underworld. Now Thanatos must navigate the normal life of a human, feelings and all, and manage to finish this simple task. The only problem is nothing involving Steve is simple. At all.

Art by @squeakydevil and @cbolle

[angryschnauzer]

Moodboard Masterpost

CURRENT MOODBOARD ASK STATUS: 

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How to request a moodboard: Send me an ASK. It is important that you do it this way, not reply to a post or message me, this way i keep the ask in my inbox until it’s done so i know how many i still need to do.

What can i ask for: You can ask for pretty much anything, the exception what is on the exclusion list below (and those are usually there because there has been so many of them for that character or theme). Send me as much or as little information as you want, but the more info you send the more to your imagination i can make the moodboard. If you want naughty/porny, specify that you want NSFW.

YOU CANNOT REQUEST NSFW IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

Although i don’t accept anon asks, if you want to be kept anon say so on your ask and i won’t mention you when i post the moodboard, and will instead send you a link to it.

How many can i ask for? I’ve had this question a few times, so lets say 3 please. Any more than that and i’ll make a note of them but leave a gap between them so i can fit other peoples in.

What if there is already a moodboard for my idea but its not exactly what i had in mind? So pop into my inbox and tell me what you would like different? Change of OC? Change of Locations? Change of Colour theme? If its something i feel i can redo i’ll let you know.

Any asks not being accepted: No restrictions.

Links to completed moodboards:

For Stories:

All That Glitters (Lance Tucker) by @siren-kitten-his

Amends (AU Sebastian Stan/Tom Hiddleston Love Triangle) by @eve1978

Life Lessons (AU School Teacher Sebastian x OC Beautiful Fluff) by @marvel-lucy

The Void (Chase Collins - Sequel to The Covenant - Suspense) by @sebbys-girl

Winter Shadow (Bucky Barnes Suspense/Love Story) by @marvel-lucy

Their Secret (Bucky Barnes x Reader smut) by @angryschnauzer

Wrecked Tumblr Link / AO3 Link (Merman Bucky x Mermaid OC Anja x Sailor Steve) by @siren-kitten-his

Expiatio (AU Priest Sam Winchester x OC Claire) by @peskipixi

Multi Person:

Fluffy Stucky Wedding NSFW Stucky Honeymoon NSFW Poly Relationship TJ Hammond x Syd from ‘London’ x OC NSFW Seb x Chris x OC Dom/Sub Pet Play NSFW Steve x Bucky x Plus Size OC Love Triangle/Threesome NSFW Chris x Seb x OC Poly Relationship Fluffy Stucky Tarts & Vicars Party Tom x Chris x Seb xOC Fluffy TJ Hammond & Chris Evans Wedding Day Stucky Blindfold Stargate Stucky Lazy Domestic Stucky NSFW Poly Relationship Hugh Jackman x Michael Fassbender x OC NSFW Nick Gant x Chase Collins x OC Threesome Modern Military Tom Hiddleston & Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan:

Actor AU:

Dad Seb Married Seb with Dogs and a House Wedding Day Seb Rainy Day Seb Seb & WOC Fallen Angel Seb Demon Seb & WOC Gym Seb Nature Reserve Seb (with lots of cats) Mechanic Seb Satan Seb (a little NSFW) Werewolf Seb Seb & Burgundy Tones NSFW Seb Vampire Seb Merman Seb Christmas Seb Red Carpet Seb Rockstar Seb Hufflepuff Seb Seb & Katie Cassidy 1970′s AU Spy Seb & WOC NSFW Dom Seb Get Well Soon Sofa Cuddles Seb Walk in the park with Seb Seb and Kat Dennings

Bucky: Bucky & WOC Alpha A/B/O Bucky Winter Soldier Bucky 1940′s Bucky Writer Bucky Pre-war Cowboy Bucky Bucky/Winter Soldier and Hayley Marshall (The Vampire Diaries) Animal/Park Ranger Bucky Photographer Bucky with Plus Size Muse NSFW Elopement Wedding Bucky Feminist Bucky Bucky & OC Adopt a Puppy Bucky and Dancer OC meeting in a mental health facility, teaching him to play the piano

Lance Tucker: Husband Lance Lance & WOC Dad Lance Blue Tones Lance Red Tones Lance NSFW Lance Fucking You Against The Wall Feminist Lance

TJ Hammond: Dad TJ

Jefferson: Woodland Jefferson Jefferson’s Scar - Dark NSFW Rainy Day Jefferson NSFW Dom Jefferson NSFW Jefferson & Leather Jefferson Wedding - Woodland Elopement Ceremony NSFW Jefferson and Woodland Mermaid

Chris Beck: Dad Chris Beck with Homebirth Chris and Galaxy Space Goddess

Hal Carter: NSFW Hal Carter

Chase Collins: NSFW AU Demon Chase Collins Magic Chase Collins NSFW Dom Chase Collins

Blaine: Blaine

Chris Evans:

Actor AU:

New Dad Chris

Dad Chris AU Professor Evans based on Esquire shoot NSFW Art Teacher/Gardner Chris (with cats) Fluffy Lumberjack Chris NSFW Lumberjack Chris Wedding Day Chris Vampire Chris & WOC NSFW Dom Chris NSFW Mechanic Chris Christmas Chris Chris & Amanda Seyfried Chris & Kat Dennings Chris & Julianne Hough Red Carpet Chris Tap Dance Chris Gardner Chris Chris & Rhianna (Mermaid AU) Cowboy Chris Chris & Aja Naomi King with Red Tones NSFW Wedding Night Chris Chris and Nicole Beharie with tropical theme NSFW Call of Duty Chris with Redhead

Steve Rogers: Artist Steve Alpha A/B/O Steve Pre Serum Steve Sun God Steve

Jensen (from ‘The Losers’) First Date with Jensen Jake Jensen and Alexandra Daddario

Johnny Storm Johnny & Enhanced OC - Fire & Ice Date with Johnny

Tom Hiddleston:

Actor AU:

NSFW Professor Hiddleston with Glasses of Doom Beauty and the Beast Tom Hiddles as a Writer NSFW Gentleman Dom Tom Exercise Tom Glasses Tom (Theatre Director Tom) NSFW dd/lg Tom x Plus size OC Version 1 NSFW dd/lg Tom x Plus size OC Version 2 NSFW Kinky Tom based on ‘Interview’ shoot NSFW Adult Book/Toy Store Own Tom NSFW-ish Tom as a Modern Day Jareth The Goblin King from The Labyrinth

Misha Collins:

Castiel:

NSFW Dom Castiel in the Rain

Karl Urban:

Actor AU: Karl & WOC on Easter Sunday NSFW Karl Picnic & Skinny Dipping Flirty Karl

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy:

Dom Dr McCoy

Hugh Jackman

NSFW Dom Hugh

Michael Fassbender

Daddy Kink Michael

Jensen Ackles

Dean Winchester NSFW Bubble Bath with Dean NSFW Dean & Plus Size Librarian Dean Winchester & Gina Torres - The Human Impala

Chris Hemsworth

NSFW Chris H

Amanda Seyfried

Actress AU: Amanda & Alan Cumming

Luke Evans

Actor AU Grifter Rhianna and her mark Luke Evans

Henry Cavill

Actor AU NSFW Henry Cavill

Hugh Jackman

Logan/Wolverine NSFW Days Of Future Past Logan

Josh Dun

Musician AU Vampire Josh

[imaginedreamwrite]

Watch My Heart Burn: Part 1

The building before you was 35 stories tall and was just as impressive architecturally as the rest of the skyscrapers in Manhattan, although this was marked with a massive and almost crystalline ‘4’ attached to the top of the building. It was marked, the home of the Fantastic Four and perhaps you, if you had taken or gotten the job as an assistant for one of the superhero alphas that resided within the top five floors. It was an opportunity for you to have a career beyond the ordinary. It was an opportunity that you hadn’t even been aware of until you were talking with your old college roommate, an intern working for Doctor Reed.

The job as their assistants and ‘handlers’ had been lucrative and well sought out; they could have provided an impressive income. However, a warning came with the job, a turnaround that had been a little concerning when she informed you of how many personal assistants had come and gone.

“Room and board are free,” one of the perks of the job would eliminate some of your bills and free up your financial stress, “and there are any amenities you could want.”

“Is a Japanese garden and an indoor pool worth it?” You asked yourself, stepping closer to the door with a slip of paper in your hand that would get you to the 31st floor, and from there, you would meet your old college roommate, and she would take you the rest of the way. There was a distinct and specific division that handled the few people who acted as the Fantastic Four’s assistants, so while you indeed would have been working under one of the alphas, they wouldn’t inherently be your boss. And although you hadn’t known who you would be working for, or who the job was for, you had known that if anything, you wanted to avoid Johnny Storm as often as possible.

The Human Torch was a hothead before he had become a hero, or at least that’s what the few editorials which were not in love with the cocky alpha had said. You had taken their words, especially when he had a habit of showboating and surrounding himself with beautiful women who would be cycled through as often as dishwater.

He was an alpha who liked sleek sports cars and leggy models hanging out in the passenger seat. He had a plethora of omegas in and out of his bed every time he had gone through a rut and had no genuine desire to settle himself and ease into a place of security like Sue Storm and doctor Reed.

There was no rush to put away the playboy ego and convert himself to someone happy being an omegas alpha. While you understood that not everyone was meant to have that lifestyle, you didn’t see the thrill of being an omega he toyed with.

And yet, there was an endless supply. There were endless omegas who would all too happily become a ‘Storm slut’, a name they had given themselves on multiple occasions on different social media platforms.

It was almost like a rite of passage and a boost to their social standing amongst their friends, any omega who could land Johnny Storm, even for a night, was revered.

“Captain chlamydia.” You scoffed and entered the building, showing the doorman your pass as you entered the lobby and had immediately started walking toward the first elevator for guests and visitors, stepping to the side as a stream of alphas, betas and omegas came off the elevator.

When it was clear and you had stepped on, you closed the door and pressed the illuminated button for the 31st floor and then pressed yourself into a corner. You had grasped the strap of your messenger bag and wrung the cloth in your hands as you hummed under your breath. There was an onslaught of scents in the small space, the heady mix of all designations and their intertwined scents was undoubtedly an assault to the senses, however beneath it all, there was a thin and faint stream of a comforting scent beneath it.

It was faint and old as if the alpha had come and gone in the last hour, yet you could still pick up the individual notes of the alphas smell. The natural woodsy scent was engrained with the scent of campfire and burning wood, the clear, crisp tail end of autumn and teakwood. The scent belonged to an alpha, someone solid and young, unlike the few older businessmen you had passed while entering the elevator.

It was distinct and faded, yet it had lingered long enough for you to register the scent as belonging to an alpha who was undoubtedly strong, if not a little on the young and immature side.

“Going up to thirty?” An alpha in a fine-cut suit stepped on and glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. “Me too. I’m meeting with Doctor Reed.”

You angled yourself in the elevator and studied him as he stood a few feet away from you. There was a briefcase in his hands and a sleek gold watch on his wrist; however, he didn’t seem to be much older than his late twenties to his very early thirties, and that had only been a few years older than you.

He was tall and handsome, maybe around 6’0” or 5’11”, and while his hair was thick and coiffed with a few curls, the strands black and deep, only lightened by a few streaks of brown, his eyes were intensely bright and a mix of blue and green with tiny flecks of hazel. He was an alpha; you could tell by the scent that wasn’t entirely radiating from him yet had naturally seemed to seep in small bursts of mist. He was nervous, a little anxious about being here, evident by the way he was rocking back and forth on his heels as inconspicuously as he could.

“I’m a lawyer. I just passed the bar and got hired by the firm that handles the estate of Reed Richards.”

You nodded your head and looked between him and his briefcase, spying the gold-clad initials engraved in the handle of his suitcase, the tinge of gold matching the watch on his wrist.

“I’m Matt.” He introduced himself and was driven closer to you as people started to pile onto the elevator at each floor that the elevator stopped on. As the two of you had been drawn closer together, you were well aware of the difference between the faint alphas scent and this alphas scent. This new alpha’s scent was thicker, denser and seemed to have more of a spicy kick, almost as if his scent was built on intense spice and mint, and while it wasn’t abrasive in any sense, it would take getting used to.

“Y/N. I’m hoping to get a job as one of the four-“

“-assistants, right? I’ve met the Richards’ assigned assistant. The job can be strenuous and long, or it can be pleasant.”

“Well, that’s what I’m going up for.” You tilted yourself away from him and angled your head to hide the scent glands in your neck from his view, an odd and subtle habit that was meant to close you off.

“Hopefully not Storm, right?” He quipped, and there was a twitch of his lips on the right side as if he was going to smirk and then hadn’t. “I mean his reputation-“

“I don’t know who.” It wasn’t that you were entirely uncomfortable with the alpha near you, but you weren’t at all pleased to have a conversation with alpha in a crowded elevator while every scent was ambushing you in here.

“The guy has a reputation-“ the elevator came to an abrupt stop, and the doors had opened on the 29th floor, and the majority of the people had gotten off until there were few left behind.

As the doors closed again and the final ascent to the floor you needed had begun, you had felt the tension that had previously built from the intrusion of the noxious scents, easing away from you. It had allowed you to physically relax and inhale deeply as if you were out in the open and had been able to breathe clean air.

“So…you’re…unmated..?”

“What?” You recoiled, and the alpha to your left hand grumbled under his breath and shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking physically uncomfortable by the silence and his attempt to hold a conversation.

“Sorry.” He apologized in a manner that was so unlike an alpha; it was almost confusing. “I just…I’m nervous about this meeting. It’s my first since I’ve graduated, and I haven’t earned my backbone yet.”

“Right…” you drummed your fingers against the strap of your messenger bag as you watched the elevator finally meet the floor you needed. “Well, good luck.”

He had hung back a moment when you stepped off, and you paid him no kind as you walked from the elevator toward the front desk, an AI set up behind the desk with short and cropped blonde hair and bright blue eyes, the smile on its almost holographic face was plastered and fake.

“Hi-“ you stepped before the desk and spoke one single syllable before your skin prickles as you gauged and picked up on an overly excited beta with a scent that was entirely too familiar as it flooded your senses.

“You’re here!” You stepped away from the desk and turned toward her, your excitement matching hers as you both met and hugged in the lobby, your friendship spanning the distance and time that kept you apart. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too!” You hugged and swayed together as she squeezed you as you squeezed her. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

When you pulled away, she looped her arm in with your and yanked you to the side so the two of you could walk in step. The few people are waiting to see the Fantastic Four have to deal with the receptionist AI while you were stolen away.

“So there are rooms on this floor, and then everything above it is either the labs or recreational. There are specific security clearances you’re going to have to go through to get in, but as long as you have a badge-“ she walked with you toward the living quarters and had come to an abrupt stop as one of the doors nearest the end had swung open, and a scantily clad omega with bare feet came barrelling out of the room with her face contorted in anger. Her scent was tainted and radiating with vibrant aggression as a cocky boy-faced alpha leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest and his lips upturned in a smirk.

“‘Nother omega enjoying being screwed.” He quipped, and your stomach twisted with irritation and disgust.

“Johnny Storm,” your friend whispered in your ear as if you needed an introduction, “might as well meet him now.”

You whipped your head around and stared at her with wide eyes, analyzing every word, every syllable that she had uttered as the arrogant alpha wearing a pair of dark, well-fitted boxers and the absolute peak of his hard-on trapped beneath the material.

“What?” You couldn’t have heard her right; that couldn’t have possibly been what she was implying.

“You’ll be well paid-“ she looked bashful, and you would’ve fixated on the way she looked away and vetted your gaze, but you were distracted by the radiating scent of alpha and sex, the stench of another omega’s cum clinging to him as he walked toward you.

“If I had known my new babysitter would’ve been so cute, I would’ve gotten rid of the other one sooner.” His chest vibrated as he spoke, and it was a glance to his chest, and the marks from that other omegas nails raked across his flesh that had stirred your disgust further.

He stepped toward you, almost moving hypnotically as if he was trying to entrance you.

There was a moment of haziness as you recognized the correlations between the scent of the alpha in the elevator and the alpha before you. That oddly comforting scent of campfire smoke and nature belonged to him.

“Hey,” tilted his head, “I’m Johnny, Human Torch. You can call me Torch, all the ladies do.”

“This is Y/N-“

“God, that’s a beautiful name, you know.” He smirked and leaned, and your senses were flooded with the stench of sex that hovered around him. “Ya know, we could skip right to the good part. I’m sure we could get acquainted well-“

His hand hovered on your arm, and the tone of voice he had used had sent you into fight or flight; the latter had been what you acted on. You had reacted swiftly and aggressively, triggered by an alpha you didn’t know reeking like sex from another omega.

You reacted quickly and, with as much power as you could, had driven your knee right into his barely covered hard-on. The moment of impact was heard throughout the space, and the sharp and loud yelp he had emitted had drawn more than a few eyes.

“You would be the very last alpha I would sleep with.” You stepped away from him, taking no pity on him as he groaned and clutched at his groin, his fingertip emitting a flame that burned holes into his underwear.

“Johnny! What are you doing?” His sister came from her room with a small child on her hip, and her eyes narrowed in his direction. “Y/N, I’m sorry about him.”

She hurried over, and your friend nudged your ribs, directing your attention toward Sue and a silent communication passing between you.

“Me?!” He hissed. “I got kicked in the balls-“

“And you deserved it!” She hissed and kicked his bare foot as she passed, her pale blonde hair braided over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed as she glared at her younger brother, finding no sympathy for him either. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You stepped away from him, your eyes meeting as you passed and his grimace bringing forth a sense of accomplishment. “Better than he is anyway.”

The job was tentatively yours, and while you had hailed a few conversations through text with your friend and Sue, this first meeting with Johnny Storm would set the tone for the professional relationship between you two.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Watch My Heart Burn: Part 3

The high-tech equipment set in the lab had been the focus of your attention, and though it was hardly attractive, it was a better stationary sight to cast your gaze on than the alpha who was standing in the lab without a shirt on.

The alpha who was the bane of your existence, that was standing near Sue and Reed, with his smooth and solid back, the toned biceps that had looked large even without him flexing. The alpha that was the bane of your existence, yet you found yourself impeccably drawn to his scent that lapped at you like a dense fog, the notes of his scent that brought you such intense comfort.

The smell of campfire smoke and burning wood, the scent of the crispness of a fall, had replaced the other subtle hints hanging around him. His scent had changed from the first time you met, and it had only become more hazardous to you and your composure than before.

Even if you hated the alpha, even if you hated the way he flirted with everything that moved, at the very least, you would have to admit that he was beautiful. He was a classically beautiful alpha with crystalline blue eyes that seemed to pierce you anytime he glanced your way. His messily styled hair had aided the appearance of an alpha who was every definition of a playboy, who was so driven by lust even off his rut cycles, that the public observations he had earned himself were hardly reputable.

He was an alpha who was physically attractive, and he knew it. He knew how to use his looks to get almost anything he wanted, and that is one of many things that turned you off. It was one of the many things that made you wonder if it had been stripped away, the arrogance and the impulsivity, what kind of alpha would remain? What kind of man would he be? Would he be better? Could he be someone natural? Or vastly unrecognizable?

Johnny stood a few feet away from you, maybe more, standing shirtless in a pair of well-fitting jeans and a clean-shaven chest. He was flaunting himself to the lab techs, perhaps even to you, and yet you had tried everything to ignore his half-nakedness.

“Little distracted, omega?” Johnny’s voice was brimming with that flirtatious quality that made so many other women swoon, melt into a puddle of ooze at his feet.

“Of everything in the room, somehow, the lab equipment is more captivating than you are.” You bit back with a growl, your lip curling as Johnny guffawed, his wandering scent pulsating.

“Have you ever seen anything so cute? Like a bunny with teeth.”

“Johnny,” Sue hissed and smacked her brother, shooting him a dirty look as you stole a glance at his bare, broad chest, “do you have to be such an ass?”

“It’s his natural state.” You answered for him and clenched your fingers around the edge of the tablet, wishing and hoping that you could leave sooner rather than later.

“God, I love your attitude, hissy kitty. You wanna come closer and repeat it?” Johnny groaned like a whore and jest at your expense, his eyes flashing with a short burst of need. “Maybe whisper it in my ear?”

“I hate to interrupt whatever this is,” Reed interrupted you both, and you had quickly shifted your attention toward him, noting the furrow of his brow as he seemed equally confused and wary, “interns and assistants can’t be in. Here while we’re doing this.”

“Go get yourself something sweet, hissy kitty,” Johnny smirked over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming. “Bring me back my usual.”

“Usual laced with arsenic.” You muttered under your breath as you turned away from the lab and moved toward the door. “Maybe this time it’ll take.”

You had taken as much time as you knew you could allot yourself. You hadn’t just ordered a coffee and turned to head back to the Baxter Building. Instead, you’d taken your coffee and bought yourself a rather lofty-looking cinnamon bun and sat in a corner.

You’d sat by yourself in a comfy armchair with your coffee set beside you on the small table and your cinnamon bun resting to the left. You’d pulled your phone from your pocket and opened one of your social media apps, scrolling mindlessly until a headline based around Johnny Storm and his appearance with a ‘mystery woman’ that had been hidden from view as they walked the NYC streets. The secure arm around her waist and the way he seemed to shield her from the paparazzi trying to get details on the superhero’s new fling were flooded with comments about who this person could have been and just as many comments bashing the woman he had his arm around.

If only they had known that the mystery woman was his assistant. If only they had known that the woman he had his arm around was you, and there was a scathing comment that he had brushed off the moment it happened. The scratching accusation you had hit him with when he stepped closer and angled himself toward you while the two of you were heading to another appointment was brushed off with some off-handed and oddly serious retort that had taken you by surprise.

“Why can’t you let me do this?” It had seemed so odd then because you hadn’t even noticed the paparazzi were there, and yet he had been shielding you from view. He had been protecting you, and all you could manage to do was criticize him without realizing that he was helping you.

“Johnny Storm’s ex speaks out about what it was like to date the hothead everyone seems to love,” you rolled your eyes and closed your social media app and turned your phone over on the side table, “not everyone.”

With your phone out of your hands, you had turned your attention to your coffee and lifted the cup to your lips, sipping on the hot brew inside. You had let the flavour linger on your tongue before you swallowed, and as you had started to lower the cup, you had heard someone calling your name.

Confused, you had turned your head and looked around the coffee shop. You hadn’t recognized anyone here, nor had you thought anyone had recognized you. Yet, as you looked around again, your attention had landed on a man holding your security badge for the Baxter Building.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath and had started to get up to greet him when you had stopped and remained sitting due to him making his way to you.

“This looks important.” He stopped just shy of the armchair you were sitting in and flipped the badge over, his light eyes studying the information etched into the sealed plastic. “You work at the Baxter Building?”

“And temporarily live there.” You took the chance to study him, noting that he was an alpha, yet his scent seemed to be far less potent than Johnny’s was. It was lighter and wasn’t so heavily radiating, nor had it brought you such a powerful sense of comfort and elation.

Despite that difference, you felt it would have been easier to be around in the long run.

“I have a meeting there in a half-hour.” He handed it back to you, and you gently tugged it from his hand, slipping it in your bag, mumbling a thank you. “Can I sit with you? I’m new to the city, and I have a feeling I might get lost.”

“Sure,” You angled yourself toward him, watching him take the seat next to you, and as his blue eyes looked you over, you were made ever aware that he was an alpha who was incredibly good looking, “I could show you where it is. I should be getting back too.”

“You temporarily work there? What do you do if you don’t mind me asking?” He tilted his head before setting his elbow on the armrest and tucked his chin into his hand.

“I’m an underpaid babysitter for an overgrown toddler.” You smirked to yourself and snorted under your breath, amused by the mannerisms of Johnny Storm that had seemed to annoy you to no end yet hadn’t inhibited your ability to talk about him.

“Johnny Storm, I’m assuming?” He shared in your mirth, and you once again felt the heaviness of his gaze upon you. “I’m meeting Dr. Richardson; I’m a benefactor looking to invest.”

“He’d be the one to talk to.” You muttered and drew your finger over the rim of your cup, feeling off in your core, feeling at odds with yourself.

“You want a refill?” The alpha whose name you hadn’t gotten had questioned, spying your coffee cup and the uneaten cinnamon bun. “My treat.”

“I still have some,” you lifted your cup and set it back down again before you glanced at your confection and then at the counter with a series of baristas behind. “Thanks, though.”

There was an air of awkwardness between the two of you, something still unsettling you in your core, and the anticipation of when you would have to go back weighed on you. It was another beat of silence before your phone ringing in your pocket broke the awkward lull. You had slipped it out and answered the call without hesitation, uncouthly relieved to hear Johnny’s voice on the other end, despite the instantaneous flirtations that rang in your ear.

“Little lost kitten,” Johnny crooned, his velvet voice making you roll your eyes, “time to come home.”

“How do you like your coffee? Arsenic or cyanide?” You placed the plate beside the coffee and stood, grabbing both the coffee and the plate as you approached the counter and asked for a bag from one barista.

“Surprise me, hellcat.” You could feel his grin through the phone and glanced back at the alpha waiting for you, your smirk growing as you licked your lips and crooned in the phone.

“Oh, I promise you’ll be surprised.” You studied the alpha, thinking only for a moment before the lie had slipped from your tongue. “The alpha I’ve been seeing is going to walk me back, doesn’t want me to run into trouble. You understand, right?”

The silence on the other line was telling, and you had laughed under your breath at the lull in the conversation, further amused by the sound of his near-incomprehensible growls.

“I have to go. He’s waiting for me.” You ended the call and shoved the phone back in your pocket, grabbed your boxed confectionery, and returned to the alpha waiting for you.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Watch My Heart Burn: Part 2

For the last week, seven days in a row, you’d found a bouquet outside of your door, sitting in a crystal vase with a note, nothing descriptive, yet you knew exactly who had given them to you. Or at the very least, who had left them outside your door for you to find when you left in the morning for your start to the day as a babysitter for an overgrown toddle. Every morning without fail, you would see a bouquet waiting for you, and every morning you would take them down to the receptionist desk and drop them off. You had done so when the friendly beta had taken the place of the AI in the morning. The same receptionist would work until around five and would take the flowers home with a bright smile on her face and a little glee from the thought of Johnny squirming at the switch.

It was a tiny little task that had brought you more amusement than you had let on and had become one of the few things you could genuinely enjoy before having to deal with the man-child endlessly.

Once you had dropped off the flowers, you headed back to Johnny’s apartment. You knocked twice on the door, a much-needed warning for him and whoever he had in there to put on their clothes before you had to see something you didn’t want to, and only after you’d waited a few moments, you would enter his apartment to get him up and out of his bed.

The first few times you had tried to wake him up, you’d found yourself on the receiving end of a hot hand on your arm and the collision of his body against yours as he sleepily begged you not to wake him up. The first time had shocked you, had drawn you to confusion and irritation, though you had quickly learned that if you stepped to the left, not only would Johnny not reach you, but a few times he had rolled out of his bed onto the floor.

“Johnny,” you called his name when you stepped inside the apartment and kicked the door shut, “if you’re not up, I swear to God I will have Ben wake you up.”

You muttered your wish for that task as you glanced at the schedule on your tablet and the innocuous yet deviously placed errands that would take you to different coffee bars or places to eat in which Johnny would either spend his time trying to flirt with you or show off his skills to please any female that crossed his path with as few words as possible.

“Did you like the flowers?” he called from his bedroom, and while you could hear the door open and shut, you had kept your eyes trained on your tablet. “Oof baby-“

You had finally raised your head and settled your lips into a firm line, your eyes narrowing in the direction of the cocky alpha as he looked you up and down and shook his head. His hands here crossed over his chest, and you could see the soft glow of heat from his fingertips growing brighter the longer he looked at you.

“What?” You snapped, mindful of the line between alpha and omega and the line that you couldn’t cross lest you deal with Johnny’s hurt alpha pride.

“Ya know, I really should get you a uniform to wear. I’m thinking Chanel, maybe some Dolce-“

“You’re not my boss, Storm.” You dropped your gaze and taped idly on the tablet, feigning interest in the device instead of fixating on your annoyance at Johnny. “And I am not your baby.”

“You would look so good in a pair of Jimmy Choos. Your ass-“

“If you want to keep your tongue,” your head snapped in his direction, and a deep resounding growl had emanated from your lips, “you’ll shut your mouth.”

You had dug your heels in and gripped the tablet with as much strength as you could muster, facing off against the alpha who had held his hands up and whistled under his breath. His blue eyes were brimming with amusement and the egotistical smirk that made you want to smack him with the tablet in your hands. You were irritated, as you usually were with the young alpha, but lately, it seemed as if he got off on pushing your buttons.

“Put the claws away, kitty.” He lowered his hand only after he had winked at you and drew closer. “You know-“

“You have to meet Doctor Reed in the lab for some improvements on your suit.” You cut him off and sidestepped him, moving directly toward the instant coffee machine he had set up on the counter next to the mini-fridge.

“Gonna help me into the suit, omega?” He leaned against the mini-fridge and shoved his hands into the front of his jeans; that semi-permanent smirk that usually graced his face was back on, and that familiar little twisted twinkle was in his eyes.

“What’s wrong? The cycle of girls you usually have run dry?” You popped a pod into the top of the machine and pressed a button, then slipped a tumbler beneath the spigot, waiting as the coffee started to drip into the to-go cup, ignoring Johnny as he began to inch closer.

“I’ve shifted my focus,” he had reached out to touch you, warmth spreading from his fingertips through your shirt to your tricep, “to a hissy kitty.”

“Shift it back.” You smacked his hand off of you and grabbed the tumbler from the coffee machine and screwed the lid on, then thrust it into his chest and waited until he caught it. “She’s not interested.”

“Are you sure about the-“ Johnny yelped when you swung the tablet toward him, the edge of the tablet pressing against his crotch in his jeans, adding just enough pressure to make his guard slip for a moment?

“She’s not interested.” You forced the issue and removed the tablet after a moment, tucking it under your arm. “Now, let’s go. You’re late.”

“You know,” Johnny trailed after you, his gaze lowering with every step you took, and as you had come to a stop in front of the elevator, you swore you felt his lips brushing against your hair near your ear, “you smell so good. You have no idea what your scent does to me.”

“I can imagine,” you stepped away and put distance between you two, “you saying that to every omega you flirt with.”

“Come on; you won’t even give me a chance?”

“Not when you would give me chlamydia.” You stepped on the elevator and pressed the ‘32nd’ button, watching the doors close, locking you in with him.

“I have a clean bill of health. But if you want to check for yourself, I’ll be your good patient.” Johnny winked and jut out hiss bottom, lip in a pout when you had rolled your eyes and scoffed. “You’re turning the Human Torch into a broken man, omega.”

“Not my problem.” You turned away and chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to hold your breath, trying not to focus on how his scent was comforting you, on the way his smell was just as riveting to you as yours was to him. “There are plenty of other omegas you can bother.”

The silence that filled the elevator was stifling, and though it was a short ride, it seemed like it would’ve lasted a lifetime. You were in one corner, and he was in the other, and while he was still blatantly staring at you, you were biting down on the inside of your cheek so hard, you swore you were going to bleed.

His scent was most assaulting in an oddly pleasant manner. You tried to ignore the way that his scent seemed to wrap around you like a fine mist, caressing and lapping at your flesh with gentle strokes as if it and Johnny himself, was trying to entice you toward him. As if he, a powerful alpha, was trying to win you over with the notes of his scent and his status as someone who, realistically, could take excellent care of an omega.

And if his scent was anything to go off of, the notes and the subtle hit of smoke that had wanted to draw you in, Johnny Storm could make an omega feel safe.

If it wasn’t for the arrogant, cocky shell that turned the handsome alpha from someone who could be dependable and great into someone you wanted nothing to do with.

You wanted someone who hadn’t screwed every omega he made contact with, who had fucked and played with every alpha or beta who coined themselves a ‘Storm Slut’.

“You wanna get a drink after?” Johnny questioned, cracking a grin as the doors opened.

“It’s not even 11 am.” You countered and looked at him from the corner of your eyes and then turned to glance at your tablet. “You have interviews after.”

“Instead of a cocktail, how about we get a coffee, Something with cream for the hissy kitty.” Johnny closed in on you and reached out to run his fingers along the edge of your sleeve, ignoring the open elevator doors and the few people looking in at you two.

“The only reason why I am going anywhere with you,” you pushed his hand away and stepped to the side, sliding with your back pressed against the wall, “is to keep you in line and keep you on schedule. Anything else-“

“Keep me in line?” His chest vibrated as he viscerally purred and followed you, creeping in on you. “Does that mean you’ll spank me if I’m bad?”

“More like,” you evaded him again and stepped off, “I’ll kick you so hard in the nuts, they’ll crawl back into your body.”

“Hissy kitty, so feisty,” he smirked and followed you off the elevator and had kept an even stride behind you until you came to a stop outside the lab, the two of you waiting until you were cleared to go in. “Sure you don’t want some cream?”

“One day,” you whipped around and dug your finger into his chest, glaring at him and his smirk, “you’re gonna push too far, and you’re gonna regret it.”

You dropped your hand and turned on your heel, entering the lab and allowing the door to hit him harshly as he followed behind.

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Watch My Heart Burn: Part 11

Johnny stared at the screen in front of him and felt a violent and irrevocable rage bubbling beneath his flesh as he studied the clear image of the alpha, which he had held such disdain and animosity for, dragging you off into a quiet corner to have a conversation. Johnny could see Morris’ hand on your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh and the way you parted your lips to protest him grabbing you like he had, to which Morris’ sneer had become more prominent.

Johnny knew there was something wrong with you, he knew that there was an apprehensiveness that you had felt whenever Morris had passed you by, and maybe it was tension that was rooted in you denying Morris and sticking with Johnny. However, his good sense as an alpha told him it was more. He had gotten the feeling that it was something more prominent that you weren’t telling him, and whatever was going on with Morris and yourself was beyond what anyone thought.

It was this sense that made Johnny start digging around and when he had found the security footage of you first being taken away for a tense conversation, Johnny knew there was more than meet the eye. He wasn’t going to stop until he found out the truth and protected you from that bastard. Johnny had to do what was right for you, he had to protect you even if you didn’t ask for it.

You were his omega, you could handle his heat and his flame without being burnt.

You were perfect for Johnny. He would and could do anything to keep you safe, to keep you from harm while pursuing you to court and eventually mark and mate. He was going to be the kind of alpha who you needed, who you had wanted and deserved. Johnny was going to do all he could to keep you from harm, it was his vow.

Nothing was going to hurt you; no one was going to cross you.

The further he had dug into the security feeds, the more he had tried to access Morris’ life, the quicker Johnny had concluded that something was happening behind the scenes of every interaction you had. There was something about this man, this alpha that was making you apprehensive and fearful, and Johnny was going to find out what Morris was threatening you with, what he was holding above you.

The air was pulled from his lungs and the steady beat of his heart had come to a complete stop when the door opened and closed, and he had seen you on the other side. He had never seen an omega who looked so gorgeous and captivating, an omega who could render him unable to function without breathing you in. You were standing outside of your door, watching him as he was watching you and Johnny couldn’t help it.

He had made the comparison between you and the way you looked standing feet from him, and the most coveted pieces of beauty in the world. He made the comparison and knew that you had outdone them all, every great piece of art that was fawned over in museums around the world couldn’t hold a candle to you. There wasn’t a single and imaginable way that you could have been any more captivating and heart-stopping, and then he was proven wrong when you had spoken his name.

“Johnny.” You turned toward him, and your dress billowed around you, the delicate sway of the skirt drawing his attention to the colours that strongly resembled fire. The red and black, soft tinges of orange resembled soft flames in a conceptualized way and a part of him wondered if you had chosen the dress you had as a kind of message for him and the acceptance of a relationship on the cusp.

“Holy shit.” He exhaled in a puff of air blown away by your appearance outside his door, finding it hard to process how beautiful, how truly stunning you were. “I mean…wow.”

“Do you like it?” You turned slowly, the train of the dress and the soft sheathing following your movements, your hands brushing against the bodice. “Sue helped me pick it out.”

“You look beautiful.” His heart clenched tightly as he looked you up and down, swallowing thickly as he was stuck in his head unable to say anything but basic statements. “You look…wow.”

“Hmm.” You made a sound and then smirked, proud of yourself for your accomplishment, and the accomplishment brought out the tease in your voice. “I made Johnny Storm speechless. Rather proud of myself.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes and then slipped his hands into his pockets, fingers grasping the seams of the lining for something to do as he was hit with sudden onset nervousness, “so you uh…got a date?”

“Why? You interested?” You teased and held your clutch in your left hand while your busied your right hand by locking your door. Your hair was pulled off your neck exposing your scent glands and unmarked flesh, the sight of your smooth and untouched skin stirring some primordial intensity from the alpha close to you.

It made him want to bite you, to sink his teeth into your neck and mark you as his. It made Johnny want to hide you away for the night so the two of you could spend the next hours in bed, feeling heat transference and the exchange of marks. He wanted to sweep you off your feet and strengthen the bond between you, solidify the connection you had to become one whole unit, together as perfect as you could be.

“Maybe, but don’t let it go to your head.” Johnny chuckled under his breath, softly inhaling your scent and staving the growl that was building in his chest, then he walked closer and extended his hand toward you. He had offered it to you to take, waiting for the moment you had set your hand in his and as your palm met his, as the connection was made, a sudden pulsation of warmth had radiated from his flesh to yours as your scents had softly coiled around the both of you. Yours had become melded with his and his with yours, the joining cusp of alpha and omega who were perfect for each other.

“That’s a hard bargain, Storm.” Your voice wavered as you had become overwhelmed and overtaken by the strong pull that made you lean into him, and likewise made him support you with his enhanced strength. “You should this our second date.”

“A second date,” His plump lips were twitching while he leaned in and raised his hand to rest it against your lower back, gently pulling you toward him, “I knew you would fall in love with me. It was only a matter of time.”

“Don’t be so cocky,” you placed your hands against his chest then leaned in and stood on your tippy toes, your lips dusting his own as you exhaled against them, “I’m taking pity on you.”

“If you say so,” Johnny’s lips crashed against your own in a passionate yet playful kiss, the moment of affectionate exchange was the beginning of the end for you and your composure, “but I think you like me more than you want to admit.”

You could feel yourself falling, you could feel yourself cratering.

Johnny was right, you were falling in love with him and you suspected he had felt the same way.

“I’m not babysitting you tonight,” your whisper fell victim to the music that was being played in the event space, the rise and fall of your voice was kept between you and Johnny as he escorted you in while keeping a rather tight arm around your waist, “which means you can let me go.”

“No.” Johnny’s fingers gripped the material of your dress as if he was holding onto a tether and you could feel the hard turn of his mood flux, the distinct feeling of him being on edge from something in the room had stirred your wonder.

“Johnny, are you okay?” You questioned him and his mood, watching him as he looked out onto the crowd of people in the room, his jaw clenching as he swallowed. “Johnny-“

“You are with me, all night.” He had spoken with an alpha command, the first he had ever used on you, and it had settled immediately. “You’re not leaving my side.”

The way that the command had settled in your skin, was immediate. It was like a dull heat had started from your scent glands and radiated from your head to your feet, to every extremity until you were completely warmed from the inside out and invigorated with Johnny, and his scent. It was as if the alpha command that you didn’t even have a chance to try and reign in, had been wholly accepted by your omega hindbrain and that in itself was another sign that you and Johnny were really in tune.

“Promise me.” He had followed the command with a gentle clutch of your chin wherein he made you look at him, his blue eyes searching for your face. “Promise me, omega.”

Johnny had shifted from the playboy alpha that had aggravated you to no end, the alpha that had spent more time sleeping around with omegas than taking responsibility for anything in his life, to an alpha who was intimidating and foreboding in every sense of the word. He had shifted from the kind of alpha you never wanted to be around, to the kind of alpha who was centring himself in the primordial urge and sense to protect an omega.

Johnny was becoming the kind of alpha no one wanted to screw with, and by extension, you. He was making sure no one in their right mind would cross you because by crossing you, they would cross him.

“I promise.” You exhaled in a short, sharp breath as he stared you down with intensity you had never seen before. “Johnny, I promise.”

“Good.” He had let go of your chin, reaching for your hand again and just as easily as he commanded you to stay with him, he had shifted back to that sense of normalcy.

Yet, he was still on edge.

You followed Johnny further into the venue, further into the cusp of the party while he had kept his watchful eye out for something you couldn’t see and sense. He had led you forward to the place where Sue and Reed were, the hosting couple talking to some investors about a recent project, and even upon arrival, he hadn’t let his guard down. The appearance he had made and the way he seemed to be on edge had certainly stirred Sue’s curiosity, and it was a quick-winded question toward Johnny that had caused the first crack of the tension.

“I don’t know what’s going on.” You had commented in retaliation to Sue, the two of you as equally puzzled by the sudden realism in which Johnny had turned himself into a fearful alpha. “He was fine until we got here.”

“There’s a lot of alphas in the room, you’re unmarked.” Sue’s reasoning could have been the explanation for his tension however you had gotten the sense that there was something more beyond the ratio of alphas. “Does it have anything to do with the other alpha? Peter Morris-“

“I haven’t seen him.” You cut Sue off, the threat he had made lingering in the back of your mind as your given task and goal were remembered with twisted intent.

He wanted you to steal the formula Reed was working on, and if you didn’t, he would make the rest of them pay. If you told anyone, he would make them pay just as infernally as he vowed, with the unknown method of his expenditure of promised ‘pain’ revitalizing the buried sense of dread. You had tried to forget it while dealing with everything else in your life, you had tried to forgo the explicit promise of anguish to give yourself time to find a way out of it.

“He’s here,” Sue had grabbed your wrist and placed her fingers against the underside of your wrist, “maybe that’s why Johnny is on edge. I know he’s arrived, he’s due to have a meeting with Reed.”

Johnny was close, he was within feet of you, his gaze landing on you every few moments to make sure you hadn’t left. He was right there and you promised to stay, yet you felt exposed. You felt that even as close as he was, now that you knew Morris was here it would spell disaster for you.

“Johnny has never been so in love before.” Sue changed her trajectory and focused on how Johnny felt for you, how much he loved you, and by extension how much he wanted and needed you. “I’m happy for you both.”

“I am too.” You had smiled small and draped your left arm around your waist as if to shield yourself. “I am happy, even if it had just started.”

“You should have fun tonight.” Sue had embraced you in a sisterly kind of hug when Johnny and Reed were done talking and had joined her husband when he was freed, the two of them enjoying the moment of quietude they were awarded before more investors had come and the titular meeting with Morris had taken place.

“You need to relax.” Johnny, ironically, had whispered the dulcet words in your ears while he was on edge himself. “Come on, I owe you a dance.”

“You’re telling me to relax, you look like you’re going to combust.” You remarked on the irony as Johnny had led you onto the dance floor, settling a hand on the small of your back to bring you chest to chest with him. He had kept his hand low on your back while his other hand had grasped yours, your fingers entwined.

Johnny had begun moving to the beat of the music, the soft and slow melody was muted to your ears when you placed your head against his chest and listened to his heart beating in his chest. The steady rhythm was leading you and him together in a dance that felt like it was made for you and him alone, and it was impossible to resist closing your eyes to feel this as a whole overwhelming moment.

“Morris wants me to steal Reed’s formula, he threatened their kids if I didn’t pull it off. He threatened to kill them all if I didn’t give him what he wanted.” You finally spilled the secret, you finally confessed the hidden truth to get it off your chest with heat at your back immediately following your confession.

“Johnny-“ You pulled away and looked up at him, his blue eyes unrecognizable as direct and heart-stopping darkness had taken over the crystalline of his irises. He had looked like a beast in a man’s body, his hands tightened on your body and his jaw ticked with rage as he swallowed down his ire.

“Johnny please-“

“I’m going to turn him to ash.” He had finally spoken, he had finally opened his mouth with a retort, and the instinctual urge to duck and hide from a predator, from the predator that was holding onto you, was innate. “I’m going to burn him alive.”

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Watch My Heart Burn: Part 9

Johnny had been accused of being immature, selfish and spoiled, he had been accused of being a man-whore who used women as if they were a commodity.

He had even been accused of lacking the ability to be able to take care of a mate at any age and he hadn’t cared to. No part of him had wanted to put in the effort to try until he had met you until he had been driven so wild and crazed by your scent and your fire.

He couldn’t and wouldn’t dare rule his affection and adoration to one simple favourite, one characteristic that made him addicted to you. There was far too much about you that he loved and desired.

He wasn’t even afraid to call it what it was because he knew that avoiding the truth was a painful and blatant disregard for the way you affected him. Trying to deny his feelings for you would have been as underminingly poisonous as trying to deny his need for air.

He needed you, with every fibre of his being, he needed you. You made him feel perfect and whole, you made him feel as if he had always been enough.

You could handle Johnny; you could handle his flame.

That neediness, that impending want and supplication, had driven him to make this date the best he could. He wanted to prove that he could be a good alpha, a good potential mate.

He started the date at the fair with wristbands, the brightly coloured and fluorescent bands secured around your wrists with the name of the country inscribed in the material.

After the wristbands were secured, Johnny grasped your hand and pulled you into a semi-private space and turned your hand over to expose the inside of your wrist. With it exposed, Johnny lifted the inside of your wrist to his mouth and started suckling on the skin, his tongue lapping against your flesh to scent your neiguan pressure point.

He had raised his steely blue eyes and locked his gaze with yours, slowing the act of scenting your wrist to draw out the pleasure you were undoubtedly feeling. As he had parted his lips further and prodded your wrist with the edges of his teeth, primal urgency pulsated through him with every whine that was ripped from you.

Your eyes had fluttered closed and your heart was thrashing against its cage, warmth and desire were pooling between your legs with every stroke of his teeth against your flesh and his tongue against your veins.

“Johnny,” you gasped his name before you started whining at the heat, at the pressure mounting in the apex between your thighs, “you need to stop…”

It was as if you could feel the same sensations of his tongue on your cunt, his teeth against your clit.

“Omega,” Johnny groaned and let your wrist go, only to cage you against a structural wall of the trailers you were hiding between, “do you feel good?”

He trapped you in his arms and ground his throbbing erection against your belly, the hard head nudging your stomach as a reminder of how deep it would be inside you.

“We can’t do this here,” you shuddered, shivering beneath him, “not here-“

“Just remember firefly,” Johnny leaned in, his plump lips grazing the shell of your ear as he huskily crooned, “that’s not even a taste of the pleasure I’m going to bring you.”

“You’re so full of yourself.” You mumbled against his lips, electricity buzzing between you two after he had stolen another kiss from you.

When Johnny had finally moved away, he had grabbed your hand in his and pulled you from the private corner to the main flow of traffic. He had stopped and glanced at the various amusement park rides and the games set up in a way that had created an alleyway of sorts, then he had directed his attention toward you.

He had looked you over, the corner of his lips twitching as he studied you. He had watched the rise and fall of your chest with every breath a feeling of undeniable affection and connectivity settling over his entire body like deep warmth that was different than his fire.

This warmth was like no other he had ever felt. It was as if Johnny was having an out-of-body experience and had been hovering above the clouds watching the exact moment that he had lost a little more of himself to an omega who was his perfect counterpart. It was as if, at this moment, he could feel himself falling into the bottomless depths while he was helpless to stop it.

He had never, would never, wanted to stop it.

“Where to first, firefly?” Johnny questioned you and as you had turned your head and locked eyes with him, he felt his breath catching in his throat.

His blue eyes were captivated by your own, by the emotions that were conveyed in your gaze and the tightening of your hand in his.

He was lost in the smile that was starting to build on your face and your scent as it started to reach a peak, teeming with eagerness and the need to expel your energy on the rides. He felt it, the excitement that had stirred his own and the lingering gratefulness that was hovering under the surface.

It was more than a date, it was a chance to step away from the craziness of his fanbase and the alpha that was bothering you. It was a chance to be free and enjoy yourselves, to act like young kids again.

“The rollercoasters.” Your smile was bright, unkempt by the stress of the job, and Johnny was eagerly following you when you tugged him behind you, a laugh falling from your lips when you nearly tumbled into an older couple with their child.

You apologized profusely over your shoulder while still holding his hand, tugging him behind you as the two of you made your way to the lineup for the ride. When you had come to a stop at the back of the queue you leaned into Johnny, pressing yourself against him with your hands still entwined. You laid your head against him with your cheek pressed against his shoulder as you stood and waited, subconsciously brushing your thumb against his hand to the tune of the music playing from one of the rides.

Johnny had looked down at you, he had studied you as you pressed yourself against him and cracked a small grin when he compared the moment you met to the moment you were at now, with the two of you able to share a space without biting each other heads off.

“You’re not scared are you?” Johnny slipped his hand around the small of your back, his fingers brushing against your hips bone, heat radiating from his fingertips. “If you are, I can hold your hand.”

“Scared? Johnny, if anyone is going to be scared, my money is on you.” You angled your head giving you a better view of him, your eyes sweeping along his neck and jawline, studying the shadows and highlights of his face in the mid-day.

You had glanced at the bridge of his nose and the sweeping curvature of his lips, you had become encapsulated by the beautiful shades of blues in his eyes that were framed by thick, dark lashes and then you sighed peacefully.

“Scared? Babe, I’m Johnny Storm. I laugh in the face of fear.” The corner of Johnny’s lips had twitched as he feigned confidence that was unhindered and you raised your free hand then pressed the pads of your fingers against his plump lips, feeling the softness of the swells of his flesh against your own.

You wished you could have had a rebuttal but you were silently watching him, silently studying him as he stood with your pressed against him while waiting for the line to move up. Instead of speaking in return and firing off a comment in retaliation you squeezed his arm and cast your eyes on the queue in front of you, a small smile of your building on your lips.

He had forgotten how to breathe at the moment that followed the first crack of fireworks and the bright colour illuminating the dark skyline. He had forgotten how to breathe when he had looked at you as another firework followed the first, the flash of colour and light casting you in unbelievable and angelic beauty.

How was it even possible for someone like you, for an omega like you, to be real? How was it at all possible for you to be a living, breathing person when you were perfection personified?

Johnny didn’t fully comprehend what it felt like to fall in love until he had felt himself falling with every breath he took and every small parting of his lips while he watched the display.

Johnny had never known or had wanted to know, what it must’ve felt like for his mother and father to fall for each other so deeply and so madly. Maybe it was maddening and perhaps it made no sense for Johnny Storm to have fallen so deeply and so quickly but at this moment right here he knew that he was no longer his own.

You had taken every piece of him in such a short time, and you held it without knowing what you possessed. You weren’t aware of the power you had over Johnny, of the unredeemable hold you had over every part and piece of him without even trying.

This was the first date if you even considered it a date, and Johnny had already lost himself. It was innate the way that his hindbrain and his instincts as an alpha were telling him to protect you at all costs, to provide the best possible life for you in every sense of the word. You were, or he wanted you to be, his omega and he would’ve given you the world if he could have.

Johnny would give you his very life if you wanted it, if only he got to see you look at him the way you had earlier. If only you would cast your eyes upon him like that again, he could die a happy man.

“I think this is my favourite,” your voice had drawn him from his thoughts, his eyes sweeping over your frame as you sat on the grass beside him while one of the many stuffed animals he had won you today at the fair, was sitting in his lap, “the brightly coloured ones are pretty but there’s something extraordinary about the way the plain fireworks look against the sky.”

Johnny’s attention flitted between you and the stuffed monkey in your hands, the brown fur short yet soft pairing well with a light beige patch on the stomach and the interior of the ears. He had studied the stuffed prize in your hands the monkey you had aptly named Johnny, after him, a grin forming on his face.

The prize was one of many he had gotten for you and yet it had appeared you already had a favourite of the mini-zoo stuffed into his vehicle, and he had wondered if you would take all the prizes to your nest or just this one specifically.

“I’ve never been to a fair,” you had drawn his attention again both by the sound of your voice and the way you had shifted closer to him, “but this was amazing. I don’t think I’ve had so much fun before in my life.”

“You need to have more fun,” Johnny’s fingertips brushed against the top of your ear while he was pushing the few pieces of your hair that escaped its hold out of your face, “firefly.”

“You have suggestions for fun?” Johnny had sworn the earth stopped moving when you turned your head and looked at him, he had sworn that everything had come to a complete halt and faded entirely when you leaned in and rest your chin against his bicep.

“Fun?” Johnny felt so exposed like this, he felt as if you had cracked every defensive wall and crevice open with a pry bar, leaving him at your mercy. “You and I will have loads of fun, Firefly.”

“Without sex?”

“Baby,” Johnny groaned dramatically, “what kind of guy do you take me for?”

Johnny didn’t wait for an answer. He had pulled you deeper into his side and pressed his lips against your temple as your eyes fluttered closed and your breath had become shaky.

Then, only after you had melted against him, had he sworn to himself that he would find out exactly what that bastard Morris had made you so afraid of.

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Watch My Heart Burn: Part 10

“I’m not the kinda alpha that walks away after a date.” Johnny’s arm stretched above his head, helping him lean against the door as he stared down at you, looked deep into your eyes, a playful smirk on his face as his free hand toyed with the zipper of your jacket.

“Oh really?” You cocked an eyebrow and looked him over from the broad mass of his shoulders and his strong chest to the narrowing of his waist and hips. “You never go on dates without sex?”

“It’s been a long time.” Johnny leaned in closer, his head dipping and his nose brushing against yours as he inhaled your scent.

He inhaled your scent and drew you in through the subtle touch of his fingertips against the bare flesh of your arm with his free hand. He stroked a path up and down your arm, gazing into your eyes while the two of you remained in silence, the end of the date approaching and yet neither one of you had been able to bid the final goodbye of the night.

“Goodnight, Johnny.” You had drawn your hand along his chest to his neck, your stuffed bears he had won for you were sitting on the floor.

“Come on, Firefly.” Johnny crooned seductively; sensually as if you and he were the only two in the world. “You know you can withstand my flame.”

“You’re not flaming on tonight, Johnny.” You stood on your tippy-toes and kissed him softly, lips brushing and moving against each other as heat burst from his flesh to yours. Johnny had made a motion of placing his hand on your lower back and used little momentum to bring you flush to his chest, unable to move.

“You sure about that?” Johnny’s hand pulled away, exhaling softly against your lips as the haze around you hovered. “You sure you don’t wanna create some sparks?”

It was Johnny’s turn to be rendered speechless when you pressed yourself against him and slid your hand around his neck to the nape, running your fingers into his hair and squeezing gently. You had leaned in, your lips barely brushing against his as you exhaled and mumbled softly. “Goodnight Johnny, enjoy your hand tonight.”

You stepped back while Johnny was in his daze and opened the door, nudging your stuffed animals into your room and then shutting the door in his face. As you stood on the other side of the door, with the official goodbye ending the date, you leaned against the wood and allowed yourself to feel the tentative shift of your emotions and the connection you had felt to Johnny. The quantifiable evidence that you were meant for each other, had driven you to a place of deeper understanding and appreciation for the alpha who had once driven you mad with irritation and indignation.

“Goodnight,” pleasant shivers shot through you as Johnny spoke through the door, “beautiful, firefly.”

The morning came with the early alarm, the warning that you would almost be late for work. You were quick to roll over onto your side and stare at your phone as it was hooked up to the charger, the time staring back at you with amorous want. You knew that it wouldn’t take much to roll back over and fall asleep, just as it wouldn’t take much to ignore the day’s tasks set out for you by Johnny. It was the back and forth between getting more sleep and getting up and going to work that had wasted the most time, and by the time you had pulled yourself from bed, the time to go was well behind you. You were late, you were going to be late, and it was that rush that had you peeling out of your place in the Baxter Building, straight into the alpha you worked for.

“Running late? Good thing your boss has a soft spot for you.” Johny caught you, hands warming against your arms.

“Not funny.” You brushed his hands off, the same intense warmth that was previously felt on your arms had now been felt in your belly, a side effect of Johnny Storm. “I didn’t think you’d be up so early. Usually, I need to wake you up.”

“You know how much I love it when you wake me up,” Johnny slipped his hand around the small of your back and pulled you closer, a soft grunt pulled from your lips at the sheer power behind his pull, the sound almost immediately being silenced by his lips crashing against yours, “but I needed to handle something.”

“Handle something? Is there anything I need to do?” You leaned away from him to get a better look, your eyes meeting and then averting as he cupped your cheek and drew the back of his fingers against your cheek.

“No. This is something I need to do myself.” Johnny leaned in and brushed his lips against yours in another kiss, this one softer and deeper than before, the movement of his flesh against yours and the gentle prod of his tongue against your own creating another surge of heat within your belly.

“Are you sure?” You pulled away from him again and rest your hands against his chest, snaking them up to his shoulders as a trail of heat followed your hands and the gentle nature of Johnny was almost chaotically different than his usual cocky arrogance.

“Sue’s looking for you,” Johnny had reluctantly pulled away, his blue eyes flashing with dark intent that had you stalling, “she’s got something to tell you.”

“Johnny,” you reached for him when he had stepped around you, and started to make his descent down the hall, “Is everything okay? Are you okay?”

“I got blue balls,” Johnny grinned and embraced your blow as you punched his shoulder with a roll of your eyes.

“So you didn’t have fun with your hand last night?” You questioned, watching him turn to face you as he walked backwards.

“Not as satisfying as you would have been, firefly.”

“Disgusting.” You scrunched your nose and stuck your tongue out at him, waiting until he had left before you began the walk toward Richards home, knocking on the door and waiting as it opened and Sue welcomed you in with a smile. You followed her inside her home and back to the office, watching her rifle around until she opened a desk drawer and pulled out a thick cream card-stock slip of paper and handed it over to you.

As you read the invitation over, the words on the thick cream card-stock had brought a ride of minute excitement and anticipation of what was to come. It was an event that was sure to be exciting for the Richards’ kids, the chance to get dressed up. However, it was the added anxiousness that centred around the fuck up you made with Morris that had put the asshole on their radar. He was still expecting your help to isolate and steal Reed Richards invention, and if you hadn’t, he would hurt the Richards’ kids. If you told anyone, he would hurt you and them.

“A ball? Really?” Sue handed you the invitation with clear instructions that you were invited as a guest and not for your job. “With…gowns?”

“What? It’ll be fun.” Sue shrugged and smiled, tapping the top of the invitation. “The whole team’s going.”

“And I don’t have to keep track of Johnny?” You questioned, reading the details while already debating whether or not you’d show your face.

“No! This is a chance for you to have fun!” Sue nudged your hip with her own, tucking your hand around the invitation. “You have a night off, but please make sure you come.”

“I don’t have a gown,” you surmised, folding the invitation to slip it into your pocket.

“You will,” Sue foretold and looped her arm in with yours, “you and I are going shopping.”

“Shopping?” You were rightfully confused and a little taken back, her insistence on getting you out and dressed to the nines was suspicious at best.

“You’re gonna get a dress and knock Johnny on his ass. I mean make him shut up for once.” Sue smiled and grabbed the invitation from you, setting it back on the desk. As the drawer was closed, Sue nudged you gently and grabbed a set of keys from the desktop.

“Sue-“ Your argument fell short, your attempts at dissuading her were abolished without merit.

“I’m not going to hear it. You and I are going shopping and you are going to blow Johnny away.” Sue had insisted and had taken it a step further by gently dragging you behind her as the two of you left her place, Sue clearly on a mission.

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Watch My Heart Burn: Part 8

You don’t know what had initially waken you in the night, but you had known where your mind had foolishly gone time and time again. It was the thought of impassible soft lips brushing delicately against your own, and heat that was coiling around you ever so tightly.

It was the rise and fall of his scent, the alpha distinctive smell that had invaded your senses and drove your desire. Your mind had been drawn to the feel of Johnny’s hands on you, one cupping the back of your neck and the other cupping your cheek as he beckoned you to stay.

Your mind had wandered to Johnny Storm and the natural directive that had made you want to crumble beneath him, fall to pieces against the stronghold he had represented.

And then, it had seemingly turned to ash and you had thought of Morris. That alpha that you had wanted to use to get Johnny off your back had targeted you. He had known you and he had known that you would provide him with an in with Dr. Richards. Morris was using you, he was using their kids as a tactic to get what he wanted and you were meant to play the part or the Richards’ kids would get hurt.

You were stuck between thoughts of Johnny and the cockiness that had still gotten under your skin, yet the safety he could almost innately and surely provide. And the toxicity of an alpha that has been no good, that had wanted to ruin you and ruin Dr. Richards for the sake of getting his invention.

It was a vicious cycle that was only interrupted by a few loud raps on the door, and you had pulled yourself out of your bedroom to the front door of your place, opening the door to confusion.

Sitting outside your door was a coffee cup with the familiar logo on the side and a small wax-lined brown bag with a confection inside, the same logo that had graced the cup was also on the bag, and your name was scrawled on the top corner.

Upon seeing the bag and the cup, you had bent down to grab the cup and confection from the floor and then had raised your head when you heard footsteps coming down the hall toward you. As your attention settled on the familiar alpha and his electric blue eyes, you had stood with your items in hand and furrowed your brows.

“This is from you?” You pondered the usual mix of your tastes on the sticker placed on the far side of the cup and the weighty confection in your other hand. “Aren’t I supposed to be getting you coffee?”

“Someone was slacking and had slept in,” Johnny stopped toward you and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and then had rocked back and forth on his heels, “I mean I had to navigate the city and get my coffee-“

“Oh poor princess,” you rolled your eyes and lifted your cup to your lips, catching the subtle and soft added notes of nutmeg and cinnamon, “however did you manage?”

“Turns out ordering coffee for myself is easier than I thought.” Johnny had leaned in, and you were met with the subtle yet peaking high of his scent. The slight uptake was a result of his heightened emotional tension that hadn’t inherently been animistic, rather it was different.

“Looks like I’m out a job then. Johnny Storm is becoming self-reliant,” you studied him, from the stylized mess of his hair and the leather jacket that had made the already broad alpha seem far denser in his structure.

“Think we should keep this between us, firefly. Don’t want too many people knowing I’m ordinary.” Johnny’s lips had twitched at the corner and you had snorted into your cup, the taste of your usual bursting on your tongue.

“Firefly?” Your eyebrows had become knit together and you’re lips had been pursed, yet it hadn’t drawn an answer from Johnny.

He had smirked at you, his eyes brightening and then he stepped forward, his closeness pushing you back against the door frame. He was trapping you between the wood and his body, heat radiating from his entire body to bring you subtle warmth.

“Come on, Firefly.” Johnny reached for your hand and gently pulled you away from the door. “We’re going out of the city, got an appointment.”

“Oh? I didn’t have anything scheduled.”

“I did. And we’re late. Let’s go.”

“I need to get changed,” you looked down at your comfortable and almost pyjama-like clothes that had been worn for comfort and not style, and then you’d looked back at Johnny, “can I get a hint about where we’re going?”

“If you wanna give me easy access-“ Johnny had only begun to smirk when you had reacted with a quick-fired punch to his shoulder, the strength behind your strike wasn’t enough to even move him, but it had finally made a smile burst onto his face.

“Impossible,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes at his teasing and suggestion before silence had overtaken the two of you.

It was still though not uncomfortable while the two of you were standing close to each other. It was stagnant yet warm, neither of you knowing what to say next. You had studied Johnny during the silence, analyzing the dark leather jacket that he was wearing, the colour pairing well with the off-white shirt beneath the leather and the dark wash jeans that made his legs appear endless.

“Did you try the coffee?” Johnny had broken the silence with a question, eyeing up the coffee in your hands as you had shifted your weight from one foot to the next.

“Are you afraid I won’t like it?” You raised an eyebrow and lifted the cup to your lips, slowly tipping it back to taste the combination of ingredients inside the cup.

When you had caught the flavours that had burst on your tongue, you were pleasantly surprised by the taste of the delicate balance of sweetness and bitter coffee; the combination now quite what you had usually ordered although you had thought that it was even better.

“This is amazing!” You lowered the cup and licked the last few dribbles from your lips before you cast your eyes on your apartment behind you. “Do you want to come in while I get dressed?”

Johnny had almost immediately smirked upon your request and he had leaned in toward you, hands still shoved in his pockets and his eyes drifting from you to the portion of your apartment that he could see.

“I always had a feeling I would get into your place.” Johnny tilts his head slightly, steam from his naturally increasing body temperature drawing your attention momentarily before you come back to focus. “I bet it’s really cute and cozy. What does your nest look like? You wanna show me?”

You had stumbled at his teasing and found yourself lacking the ability to think or process what he had been implying. Your mind had unwillingly gone to a place of unkempt want and desire, not even remotely sexual in the moment, but rather in deeply seeded intimacy that would be brought to life if you had shown him your nest.

The bubbling possibility and unhinged keenness at showing Johnny your nest and getting his approval of your little cove that had meant so much to you were getting harder to ignore, it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist grabbing his hand and dragging him into your room to show him what you had done.

“No.” You answered sharply with prevarication and you had looked away from him, settling your gaze upon the door frame to avoid the possibility of him seeing the truth circulating behind your eyes. “Are you coming in or not?”

Johnny had stepped even closer to you while approaching the open door and you had expected him to slip past you into your apartment as you had offered, what you hadn’t expected was to have Johnny slip a hand around your waist to settle at the small of your back. You hadn’t been expecting him to pull you flush to his chest and with a squeak being pulled from you without your volition, Johnny’s lips had stretched into a smirk.

He had lifted his hand to not only cup your cheek but tilt your head back, and then you felt his impossibly warm lips brushing against your own, the winded and sharp exhale falling silent against his kiss. He had poured everything he had into that minute and quick-winded kiss before slowly pulling away, his thumb tracing the underside of your bottom lip.

“One day you’ll show me that cute little nest of yours,” he had captivated and held your gaze, his lips dusting yours once again a small sliver of a gap between yours and his, “and one day I’ll be welcomed into it.”

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Johnny had looked at you through the mirrored lenses of his sunglasses, the reflective surfaces hiding his eyes from your view and it had been a calculated move on his part, just like his decision to take you out of the city for the day to take a load off.

“We’re almost there.” Johnny had returned his eyes to the road while simultaneously shifting gears, full well being aware of your rising curiosity the further north you had gotten.

You hadn’t raised much of a protest when he had first started driving out of the bustling metropolis, however, he could feel your wonderment and the way your scent had shifted in reaction to his silence. You had wanted to ask, you wanted to berate him for any clue he hadn’t been offering to give but in the end, you had stayed silent. In the end, you had let him drive while you were in the passenger seat playing on your phone occasionally or looking out the window at the passing scenery, all while your scent had been projecting and reflecting your current state of being.

Something was lingering beneath the surface and while Johnny had been largely labelled as a playboy with nothing occupying his mind but sex and partying, there was so much more beneath the persona he had perfected. Beneath the layers of the partying playboy alpha, was a man who had met an omega he wanted to keep for himself. Beneath all the shit, was an alpha who had met his true, perfect mate.

It wasn’t enough that you could handle his flame and his power; you were made to embrace it. It hadn’t affected you in any possible way and that was always an insecurity of his. Johnny had always been fearful that any partner he would have had, any mate that would have been his, would have to worry about the powerful bursts of flames that he had been able to produce. Johnny had never thought he would find the omega who could and would be able to handle himself.

Until he met you.

“We’re here,” Johny had pulled up to the edge of a parking lot, and he could feel your confusion deepening as you cast your eyes upon the sight of a fairground a few yards away, the amusement park rides and carnival games attracting a great crowd of people.

“A fair? Are we at a county fair?” Your confusion had been extended, even more so when Johnny had shut off the engine and pocketed his keys, to get out of the vehicle.

“When’s the last time you’ve been to a fair?” Johnny had opened the driver’s side door and stepped out of the vehicle, closing the door behind him with a gentle thud of the door.

“A fair?” You had stepped out of the vehicle in the same manner as he had and stared in awe at the sight of the fair before you, your eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve never..have you?”

“I’ve been a few times.” Johnny had walked around the front of the vehicle to your side, captivating your attention as he had slung his arm across your shoulders and pulled you into his side, heat penetrating through your sweater and the shirt you had worn beneath. “This is your first time?”

“Yeah…I’ve never been to a fair.”

“Love being your first, Firefly.” Johnny leaned in and kissed your temple, heat from his lips and his body eliciting another soft sigh from your lips. “Come on, we’re not leaving until you’ve ridden every ride and tried every game.”

“Johnny…” You angled your head to look at him, your gazes holding each other captive as the world had passed by the two of you as if you were standing still, “…is this a date?”

Your answer had first come in the form of a playful tug of his lips as they formed a smirk, heat rising from his arm across your shoulders and then from the contact he had made with your lips, another kiss that felt like it was made just for the hell of it.

And then Johnny had pulled back from the kiss and drew his free hand around the back of your neck, and pressed his forehead against your own. “It’s whatever you want it to be, little firefly.”

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Johnny Storm

Watch My Heart Burn - alpha!Johnny Storm, a/b/o au

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Watch My Heart Burn: Part 6

“In another shocking event that seemed to captivate the attention of his fans, Johnny Storm had reportedly walked off the set of a photoshoot, ending the session only ten minutes as it had begun. The superhero alpha that has captivated the hearts of thousands, if not millions, of omegas, was seen having a close contact discussion in the streets of NYC. The conversation between the two had been hard to capture through the lens as it appears that Johnny Storm was physically blocking her from the public eye-“

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Sue had stepped down from the few small steps into the living room they had shared in the common area, watching her younger brother sitting on the edge of the couch with his elbows resting on his knees and his arms folded.

His blue eyes were fixated on the screen as the unfolding ‘scandalous’ story had captivated the media’s attention, and sent the ‘Storm Sluts’ into a frenzied tizzy. The hateful comments that were fuelling the buzzing network of omegas, alphas or betas that were obsessed with Johnny, had all declared that you were some kind of whore that Johnny was using.

Jealousy was feeding jealousy, and Johnny was caught in the middle of dealing with you and whatever seemed to be bothering you, and the barrage of comments on his social feeds slamming you. The comments that had made him out to be the victim and you the ‘slag’ that was ruining his life and his reputation.

“Something is going on with her, something is bothering her and she won’t tell me what’s going on. She won’t tell me a thing.” Johnny had reached for the remote sitting to his left and promptly turned off the television before he had tossed the remote away from him.

As it had bounced on the couch, Johnny had leaned back against the cushions and physically deflated, exasperatingly exhaling in a huff.

He had raised his hands to cover his face, groaning into his palms as he felt that twinge of sickness, that feeling of nauseating awareness that something had been off, unable to leave him. It was there, bubbling and building under the surface, hovering around him like a thick, toxic and acidic cloud. It was cutting off his oxygen and making it hard to breathe without thinking about what devastating secret could be wearing you down.

“Are you sure?” Sue had walked toward the couch to join Johnny, lightly tapping his arm to get him to move over to make room. As she had sat, she had placed her hands in her lap and pursed her lips, her eyebrows furrowed. There were moments of silence between them, half beats of stillness where the only comfort exchanged were the heat from each other’s bodies and the exchange of familial closeness.

“I have never felt so emotionally charged or invested in another omega before. I have never been able to feel and sense the emotional instability that is flooding her. It’s like…I look at her and I can tell something is off. I can tell that something is bothering her.” Johnny had dropped his hands from his face and returned them to the edge of the couch, his palms digging into the soft cushion.

“You feel a connection to her?” Sue questioned, extending a hand to rest on Johnny’s shoulder. “Not just emotionally but physically?”

“Her scent drives me wild, Sue. Her scent is addicting. I feel like an addict trying to get his fix but every time I take a hit I’m hungrier, more devoid than I was before. I know I’ve been a complete ass, telling her what she can and can’t do, or attempting to, but there is just something about her…I need her. I need her more than I need air.” Johnny was lingering on the edge of desperation and unhinged madness, driven to a point of feral and primordial urgency.

Johnny had truly, and honestly, met his match.

Johnny Storm had met the omega that would and had the ability to change his life; to make him completely lose himself to you.

“I’ve never heard you speak about another omega that way.” Sue had drawn herself back against the couch, her back flush with the cushions, her blue eyes centred on Johnny, studying him while he appeared to look like a kicked puppy.

“I’ve never felt so connected to another omega like this. I’ve never felt so driven to be everything she needs and I’m scared. I’m scared, Sue. I don’t know how to be the kind of alpha she needs without coming across as a complete tool. The way she pushes my buttons, the way that she seems to engrain herself in every fibre of my being is so damn endearing and addictive. I don’t just want her; I need her.” Johnny sighed heavily and dropped his head, his fingertips starting to glow as his emotional state started to shift toward a loss of self-control.

“You’ve finally found an omega that’s worth it.” Sue gently squeezed her brother’s shoulder and leaned in to nudge him. “I have a suspicion that under the defensiveness, she probably feels the same way.”

“She’s with that other alpha, Sue. She didn’t get back until after midnight.” Johnny glanced at Sue, their eyes meeting as a bold and stark vulnerability had come to light.

Johnny wasn’t just jealous, he was concerned. He knew, without a doubt, he knew that something was happening behind the scenes with you.

It wasn’t the way you seemed to carry that bite, that innate quick-fired tongue that shot shit back at him, because you still gave him as much as he gave you.

It was the look in your eyes. It was the way you looked at him in the studio, with those tears rolling down your cheeks and the shake of your hands. It was the way you said his name in the alley, the way you had almost reached out for him only to be burned by a flame that hadn’t originated from him.

“Johnny,” Sue sighed and dropped her hand from his shoulder, “I normally wouldn’t tell you to purse an omega who seemed to be happy with another alpha, but if you are this concerned about Y/N-“

“Something is wrong, Sue.” Johnny hadn’t looked like an alpha who was driven by the lustful desires to have someone that was taken from him, he rather, had looked like an alpha who was willing to fight.

Johnny was an alpha who was willing to fight until his last breath to save you from an invisible threat.

“Then fight for her. If you think something is wrong, fight for your omega.”

Bile had crawled up your throat as you lingered on the alpha of your nightmares that had kept reappearing like a haunting that brought you closer to death with every moment.

It was the churning of your stomach that had made the bile drawing up your throat more potent with every passing second, however, it was his touch that had set off the powder keg.

“I am eager to see what you’re working on, Dr. Richards.” It was his hand that was settling upon your back while pushing you forward, it was the scent of him that was grating to your senses.

“Excuse me,” you had brushed him off with urgency and turned to flee his toxicity, giving no excuse or reason.

You had pushed on the door of the lab, the steady and vivacious clang of the metal hitting the wall had certainly drawn attention however you paid no mind.

Your feet carried you away from the lab, your body reacting violently to the mess in your head. Your stomach was angrily thrashing the acid about as if it was a wild animal needing escape from a cage. Your heart was hammering like a war drum, the rushed and powerful beat making you feel woozy with every step.

Still, you ran. Still, you had taken yourself further away from the lab and the charismatic psychopath charming Reed and Sue. The vile and disgusting alpha that was threatening you and the Richards kids.

“Omega?” You flew past Johnny, his blue eyes hovering over you as you moved. “Hey what’s going on?”

He had followed you, you knew he had and yet it hadn’t changed your trajectory. You had stumbled into a garbage can at the end of the hall and batted away the lid as you gripped the edges with grit teeth.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Johnny was there in a moment, his hand brushing against the small of your back, gentle heat radiating from his hand to you.

“Go-“ Your eyes screwed closed as that sickly and souring of your stomach had finally resulted in your vomiting.

You were weak or at least you had felt it as everything within your stomach had come up in violent motions of vomit. You had been helpless to stop it, helpless to stop it.

The situation you were in with that piece of shit alpha, the feelings you had tried to tamp down for Johnny, the two innocent lives in your hands, it had all become too much.

“You’re okay,” Johnny had whispered as he had brushed your hair over your shoulder, “you’re okay.”

“Johnny,” you groaned pathetically from want and desperation, “go away.”

“What’s going on? I know something’s wrong.” He had kept that gentility about him, even as you stood and smacked his hands off of you.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you countered and straightened your shirt, your fingers gripping the ends.

“Don’t lie to me.” He had growled, an alpha command on the cusp of breaking you. “I know-“

“You don’t know anything!” Your panic had risen and you had pushed Johnny aside to pass him, exhaustive anger taking centre stage.

“I know something is going on with you and I want you to tell me.” Johnny had followed you, keeping a fair pace with you as you began telling back.

“I don’t owe you anything so just back off!” You had screamed at him, your outbursts bringing the real threat of tears and crying.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong! Why won’t you just listen to me?” Again and again, he had followed you.

“Because I can’t!” You sidestepped someone coming off the elevator, grimacing when they had made you pause your trek.

“Yes, you can!” Johnny had grabbed your wrist and turned you to face him, your hand stroking his cheek in response.

“Don’t touch me! Keep your hands off of me! You don’t give a shit about me!” Tears had freely started rolling down your cheeks, the angry streaks felt as if they were made of acid, burning a path down your neck.

“Yes, I do!” Johnny had responded with as much anger and frustration, and you had turned busy in time to see a powerful and dense beam of fire careening straight into you.

You were expecting a burn, you were expecting your entire body to turn to ash from the impact. You had prepared yourself for the surging and irrevocable heat that surely should have killed you.

“Y/N! Shit! Are you okay? Are you okay, baby? Are you fine?” Johnny had lunged toward you, his arms encompassing you as he rid the flame, concern that he had burned.

Johnny was stunned as he stared at you with wide, disbelieving eyes at your ability to remain unscathed. He had reached out and touched you, cupped your cheek, there was no burn. There was nothing to signify that you had even gotten a single spark on you.

“You’re not burned by my fire. You’re not burned by my flames.” Johnny was in shock and disbelief, but so amazed. “There’s not a scratch on you.”

You averted and dropped your gaze, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“You can handle my flame. You were made for me.” Johnny brushed his hand against your cheek once more. “You’re so perfect.”

“I can’t Johnny. I’m sorry, but I can’t.” You placed your hand on his and started to pull his hand away from you, your regret over what was happening and what you couldn’t do bringing another sprig of tears to your eyes.

“What aren’t you telling me? What are you hiding from me?” Johnny had attempted again, to touch you.

“I have to go.” You spoke the words but couldn’t physically move, not when this was the safest you had felt.

“I can help you-“

“Mr. Storm,” you tried not to flinch when you hear his voice, the alpha that had made you a pawn, “you’re needed in the lab and I’m about to collect my omega.”

“She isn’t yours.” Johnny had fired back just as quickly, retorting with an animalistic snarl as he had gripped your hand and careened you back toward him, right into his side.

“You really wanna start this, Storm?” His dubious grin had sent shivers down your spine, the chill in his voice promising a future display of violence.

“Johnny, please-“ you had attempted to protest, attempted to pull yourself away from him, knowing the implications of what could happen in retaliation.

“She’s not yours. And you’re not going anywhere with her.” Johnny’s arm tightened around you, flames flickering at his fingertips as he had angled himself in front of you. “You can fuck off now.”

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Watch My Heart Burn: Part 4

Johnny had grown bored, as he usually had, with the technical aspects of the new equipment and the upgrades made to their suits and their tools. He had done what he needed to do, tried on the suit and had made his whole body burst into flames at the request of Reed, and he was done with what he was required to do, at least for now. Usually, he would’ve liked to go back to his apartment and have his cute little omega trailing along behind him, making snarky comments that sent blood and fire straight to his cock. However, his adorable little bunny wasn’t back yet.

And the opportunity to escape and do anything else was taken away from him by a sharply worded threat from Reed that he had to stay and be on his best behaviour. An investor was coming to meet with them and would or could extend their reach beyond what it was at now. If only Johnny could tamp down the ego and the cockiness for an hour.

“I promise,” Johnny had laid his hand on his heart and batted his eyelashes at the doctor, “to be on my best behaviour.”

“Johnny,” Reed had grown impatient with the hothead alpha and his empty promises, just as Sue was growing tired of the way Johnny seemed to drag out any arguments between him and his hissy kitty, “I mean it.”

“Hey,” Johnny protested and crossed his arms over his chest, the suit flexing with every movement and motion, “I have the capacity to be good.”

“Doubtful,” Reed scoffed and gave Johnny one last warning before he had turned away from Johnny and fixed the front of his suit nervously, casting his eyes upon the door to the lab, “he’s here. I mean it, Johnny.”

“I’ll be good. And if I’m not, hissy kitty can punish me.” Johnny smirked and drew himself away from the lab table he was leaning against and glanced toward Sue. “I mean, that seems like a reasonable punishment-“

“Johnny, you need to stop.” Sue turned her head and glanced at Johnny, her blue eyes boring into him as her eyebrows furrowed. She had wanted Johnny to grow up for the longest time, to find an omega who would keep him grounded and perhaps you could be the omega to do that. However, Johnny was insistent on pushing your every button in favour of stirring some reaction out of you. And while you had spared no effort to fire back at him, to counter his arrogance, there would come the point in time when you would give up altogether.

Sue didn’t want Johnny to miss the opportunity to have an omega who was good, who would be suitable for him and not be after his money or his infamy.

Sue knew you could be the omega for Johnny, and yet he hadn’t once tried to tamp down his ego.

“Need to stop what? What am I doing now?” Johnny huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, the tepid frown on his face speaking to his irritation over being stuck here when he could have been spending alone time with his omega or watching the game.

“You are going to drive Y/N to look for another job-“

“No, I’m not.” Johnny grew defensive, his fingers pulsing with heat as his core body temperature rose. “This is the best job she could have-“

“Except she has to deal with you,” Ben commented from the left, his fingers made of rock playing with a small wooden boat Franklin had often played with when he was allowed in the lab. “You are enough to make anyone quit. She’s a saint for putting up with you.”

“That’s bullshit. I am her-“

“Nothing. You’re her nothing now shut up. He’s here.” Reed cut Johnny off with a harsh bite and drew himself further toward the door of the lab as it started to open. “Mr. Morris.”

When the investor had first walked in the room, Johnny had paid no mind to the tall alpha in a suit, nor had he cared about the man Reed was going to ‘wine and dine’ to invest, however when you had followed suit a little too closely, Johnny had almost innately and instantly wished to break off his hand when he slipped it to the small of your back.

“Sorry I’m late, Dr. Reed.” The alpha had glanced toward you, and the smile on his face had stirred the burning and intensifying fire in Johnny’s soul, and the primitive drive to throw him from the nearest balcony was driving him forward. “I was lost, and I needed to find my way.”

“You two know each other?” Reed had rightfully looked over his shoulder toward Johnny, his eyes flashing in a warning to calm himself down when he noticed the glow of Johnny’s hands and the sparks starting to spittle.

“I ran into one of your assistants at the coffee shop. Her badge slipped out of her pocket.” The investor had lowered his hand on the small of your back, and Johnny could viscerally hear his heart thrashing against his chest and the bitter seed of jealousy thriving as the thought of you being so close to an alpha that wasn’t him was driving him toward a physical act.

“Saved my job.” You grinned and looked his way, your eyes meeting.

“You saved my meeting.” The alpha’s attention was fixated on you, his hand still hovering on your back and his fingers flexing softly. “I should thank you for that. Dinner, maybe?”

“I’m free.” You smirked into your cup and turned away from him as reed approached.

“If you’re ready, we can start over here…” Reed had smiled graciously and approached the alpha, their introduction becoming complete with a handshake and the descent toward the lab equipment.

While the alpha had followed Reed, you had started walking toward Johnny, your footsteps echoing on the lab floor becoming the focus of his attention as he watched you move, growling under his breath when he caught the scent of that other alpha clinging to your clothes. “Your coffee, hard-ass.”

“You leave for a half-hour, and you come back with a date?” Johnny hissed under his breath, heat radiating from his fingertips as he squared his shoulders.

“What of it? Am I not allowed to talk to people?” You fired back, your continued annoyance with the alpha beside you drawing you physically closer to him, if for no other reason than to get your message across.

“You left for a half-hour-“

“Oh, give it a rest.” You rolled your eyes and angled yourself toward him, one hand on your hip and the other resting on the lab desk, your fingers gripping the top as if you needed to stabilize yourself. “When we first met, you had a half-naked omega running from your room because you had done a….”

“Fuck and dump,” Ben answered for you and Johnny interjecting in the argument between, drawing ire from Johnny and a scathing glare, “and it wasn’t the first time-“

“Ben,” Johnny flicked his hand, the red fire circulating his hand burning through the paper closest to him and nearly catching his cup, “no one asked you.”

“You use omegas, betas and alphas like they’re nothing, and you have the gall to try and criticize me-“

“You don’t even know the guy!” Johnny’s voice had deepened, and a growl was tapering on the edge of his aggression, the heat radiating from his body increasing at the tension built.

“And how well do you know every other omega you’ve screwed? Or every other beta? Alpha? What do I need to know? His credit score?” You slammed your coffee cup against the lab desk, the creamy-coloured liquid inside bubbling through the hole in the lid, the sweet mixture flowing along with the dip of the cup’s lid. The palpable tension between you and Johnny wasn’t meant to be the focus of the lab, it wasn’t meant to overshadow the meeting between Reed and the alpha that was the bane of Johnny’s existence, and yet as the argument had carried on, the lab had seemed to come to a standstill.

“You should know someone longer than half an hour before you agree to a date.” Johnny’s ire, his jealousy and envy of the alpha who had gotten farther with you in a half-hour than Johnny had in weeks, was as subtle as ash and smoke blocking out the sun.

“That’s rich coming from you, Storm.” You had left your cup where it was and made contact with him by shoving the heel of your hand into his shoulder, the physical act barely moving him, and yet it had felt like a lead weight was dropped onto his head. “You’re an asshole.”

Johnny was quick to shut his mouth, quick to snap his jaw shut and cross his arms over his chest, his blue eyes burning as he watched you walk away from him and storm up the stairs, your footsteps heavy as you approached the lab door, your fists slamming against the button to open it.

He watched you until the door closed behind you, and the stillness of the lab and the eyes on him had been too much. And he, like you, had started stalking toward the door of the lab.

“Johnny-!” Sue tried to call after him, tried to stop him before he had left in the same manner as you had. However, her protests had fallen on deaf ears.

The soft patter of rain hitting the glass was rhythmic and melodic. It was the focus of your attention as you sank back against the couch in your room. You pulled your knees up to your chest and draped a blanket across your lap, the soft sherpa blanket giving you warmth and comfort as you folded your arms over your knees and rested your cheek against your forearm. You sat on the couch in silence, watching the rain as it pelted the windows, happy enough to see the precipitation mirroring the way you felt in the moment.

There was music playing in the background, the soft crooning voice of someone you didn’t recognize and had no care to. It was a random playlist Spotify had recommended to you for ‘sad hour,’ and it felt fitting enough to keep. The room was dimmed with soft candles illuminating the room as you settled yourself; the dinner you had made earlier lay in the fridge in storage containers, and the wine glass still held half the dark red you’d poured. You had no gumption to drink, no spirit to eat and instead had wanted to sit and watch the storm as it blew in.

You were happy enough to sit on the couch, lost in thoughts, lost in the madness your mind had dragged you through. There was no need to do anything but sit and reflect on the day, from the moment you had stepped out of Baxter Building to head to the café, where you met your date for next week, to the moment of the disastrous collision between you and Johnny Storm.

The hothead alpha was innately irritating who saw no fault in the manner of which he had taken home women and slept with them, only never to see them again. It was the act of his promiscuity and the insane need for him to sleep with or flirt with as many women as he could that had driven you mad. It was the way he had carried himself and the manner in which he had seemed to hold such a natural ability to make people around him either fall head over heels or eternally pissed off.

There was no difference; there was no in-between when it came to Johnny Storm.

With a sigh, you had reached for your phone that was resting on the armrest and lift it from where it lay. You had placed it on your knee and opened one of the many social media pages you had been using to keep an update on Johnny. When you had come to the recommendations page, you had come across a picture of him in the middle of a gaggle of adoring fans, the women clinging to him looking eager to be near him, and he was just as pleased. The account was a fan account, one of the many ‘Storm Slut’ groupies following him for a while. You had stared at the picture of him with the women and glanced at the caption that seemed to blur in front of you until your gaze dropped to the comments and you had been caught entranced by the many lewd scrawling’s they’d left.

The comments stemmed from how eager they would be to drop to their knees, or what they would give to have him toss them around like they were rag-dolls, how they would be weak for a man like him to leave burn marks on their flesh when he loses control. The comments that had made your stomach twist painfully the longer you read them and the manner in which your hands had begun shaking when you tossed the phone from your lap and tightened the blanket around yourself.

You had rest your head against the back of the couch and screw your eyes shut, your bottom lip quivering as your mind was racing. There was no sense of reason behind your emotional vulnerability, there was no reason why you should be so distraught over a few comments on a fan account, and yet it had torn into you. Every lewd comment, every suggestion that Johnny should and could break them, had felt as if it was breaking you. Every word had felt like an iron dagger was being plunged into your heart, and every new comment was a twist that pushed the blade deeper.

You shouldn’t have cared; you shouldn’t have given a damn about who Johnny Storm was seeing or screwing; you had willingly gotten yourself a date to get rid of him, and yet here you were. Here you were lying, the sting of tears building within your eyes while your brain was berating you with the image of Johnny and other women.

Johnny and a nurse he had slept with when he first got his powers, Johnny and the model he had taken to Sue’s engagement party, Johnny and the woman from the army.

Johnny and the omega he had slept with when you first met him, it was all replaying in your mind like some sick movie on repeat that was meant to bring you anguish.

You didn’t care. Or rather, you didn’t want to watch. You didn’t want to be sitting in your living room like a lovesick teenager crying over the boy who wouldn’t call her back. You didn’t want to be stuck in this feeling of anguish for an alpha you didn’t even want to be around.

And yet…here you were.

“If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?” you mumbled along to the song playing in the background and lifted the blanket to your cheeks, tucking your face into the material. “I don't know where. Confused about how as well. Just know that these things will never change for us at all.”

You hid your face into the warm blanket and felt that first bubble break, the first snap of your control as the rush of tears had hit you hard. You had curled in on yourself and let the first ragged sob become muffled by the blanket you were holding. Another had followed the first cry and another until the heartbreaking sobs had become the sound that drowned out the music and the rain hitting the pristine glass.

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Watch My Heart Burn: Part 7

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” The questioning supposition had come while Sue was halfway out the door, dressed to the nines for a date with reed.

“Sue, it’s fine. I’m not doing anything anyway and you’ve both been…busy. You need a night out.” It was a distraction, you knew that it was, although it was a distraction you had highly needed.

Since the confrontation with Johnny and the seedy bastard Morris, you didn’t feel even remotely comfortable going out on your own, and even if you had been with Johnny, you felt off. You felt as if you were being watched as if your every move was being analyzed, even if you were in the presence of one of the fantastic four.

You hadn’t felt like going out and doing something, and even if you had wanted to go out, who would you go with? Since you had been seen with Johnny, the list of people who had begun to dislike you had grown exponentially. The Storm Sluts had painted a clear target on your back, and taking as many precautions as you could, and going private on all your socials had not been enough to keep them from finding you in some manner and verbally assaulting you behind a screen.

“if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.” Reed had slipped past Sue to head back into the apartment, only to grab his ID and his keys.

“I’ll be fine.” You had denied his claim to call him if you had any issues, knowing they needed this night more than they had let on, and you were not going to deny them this free night. “Frankie and Valeria will be fine.”

“She’s too young, maybe we should stay.” Sue had glanced at Reed, her blue eyes were communicative as they had shared a glance. “I mean she gets fussy-“

“It’ll be fine.” You had reiterated and glanced back over your shoulder, watching the blonde siblings playing on the floor together, with Franklin dangling a little toy above Valeria’s head, the small baby batting at the rattler. “Trust me, it’ll be fine.”

“You can call,” Reed had reiterated the statement, the claim that you could interrupt them had come hand in hand with the underlying, hopeful proposition that you wouldn’t, “I mean if anything happens-“

“I’m certified in first aid and I know CPR. I have access to medical supplies and I know all the emergency contact numbers. You can go. Trust me.” There was another fleeting moment of hesitation before the two alpha’s had finally slipped from the apartment and closed the door behind them, reassured by your certainty that things would be fine.

When they had left, you stepped away from the door and walked throughout their place to the kitchen, stopping in front of the fridge. You had gazed at the list of emergency numbers they had written down on the notepad that was held by a clear magnet, and hummed under your breath. Ben and his fiancée’s numbers were listed, as well as a few colleagues of Sue’s that you hadn’t met, however it was the exclusion of Johnny’s number that you had found interesting.

Was it because you had already had his number and he was so close or was it because they hadn’t exactly trusted him? The latter seemed less likely of the two, you had seen Johnny with his niece and nephew, while he wasn’t exactly the most experienced with Valeria since she was still just a year old, he was incredible with Frankie. He was a good uncle, and you had known in the instance with kids that he would be a good father when the time had come for it to happen.

“Y/N,” Frankie had called your name from the living room, and you had turned away from the list on the fridge, and the directive listed instructing you that the kids needed to eat, and had made your way to the living room.

“Yeah, Frankie?” You had questioned the blonde-haired, blue-eyed little boy as he sat upon his haunches, his hair falling into his face.

“Are you going to be staying here all night?” He was seven years old and smart as a whip, the intelligence of the boy was uncanny, a product of his brilliant parents.

“Is that okay with you?” You had asked while you bent down to pick up Valeria and set her on your hip.

“I like you, you’re funnier than the other babysitter.” Frankie had complimented and simultaneously complained, following you into the kitchen and to Valeria’s high chair. “I mean the other babysitter wouldn’t let us do anything fun.”

“Sounds like a stick in the mud.” You mumbled as you lift the tray on Valeria’s high chair and set her inside, snapping the buckles as she cooed. “I mean…I shouldn’t say it-“

Your response to Frankie was cut off with three sharp raps against the door, and you had brushed Valeria’s hair out of her face, then started to walk from the kitchen to the front door, Frankie following behind you.

You had stopped in front of the door and rested your hands against the wooden blockade from the apartment to the hallway, and even before you had looked into the peephole, you knew who was on the other side. His scent was making your stomach flip end over end, your heart racing wildly the longer his scent had radiated through the door and settled around you like a comforting blanket.

“Johnny,” you placed your hand on the doorknob and opened the wooden barrier, spying the alpha on the other side with two large pizza boxes in his hand and a boyish grin on his face, “what are you doing here?”

“Uncle Johnny!” Frankie had jumped at him, wrapping his arms around his waist and practically dragging him inside the apartment.

“Not checking up on me, are you?” You closed the door behind him and slid the lock into place while he had strode toward the kitchen to set the pizza boxes down on the counter.

“Ben’s with Alicia, Sue is with Reed and you’re babysitting. Thought it would be good for you to have company.” He had shrugged nonchalantly and grinned at you over his shoulder, and the small action had sent a flurry of butterflies to rip through you.

“Right, and you just so happened to invite yourself over because you were lonely?” You raised an eyebrow, turning your attention from Johnny to Valeria, the baby who was crooning and babbling in her highchair.

“Maybe I just like seeing your pretty face.” Johnny had thrown out the compliment as if you two hadn’t seen each other enough in your day-to-day, and you had to fight for control of your body’s reaction to the alpha’s soft praise.

“Right, well since you’re here, why don’t you feed Frankie and I’ll work on getting Valeria her food?” You hadn’t had to look at him to know he was studying you, just as you didn’t have to acknowledge the way his scent had encapsulated you.

“Go wash your hands, Frankie.” Johnny had given the soft order, sending the young boy into the bathroom, giving you a moment together.

“You would be good, you know?” Johnny had chimed up, his arm brushing against your waist as he had stroked Valeria’s arm tenderly.

“Good at what?” You had turned your head, your eyes locking with Johnny’s, breath bated as the tension had risen between you two.

“Parenting. I can tell you would be a good parent. You have the patience-“

“You’re not suggesting-“ You cut him off just as quickly as he had cut you off.

“I’m making an observation.” Johnny had interrupted you, dropping his arm back to his side, and you had taken notice of the clench of his jaw and the darkening tinge to his blue eyes. “I can tell you would be good. It’s…a compliment. Sue and my… dad wasn’t…good. It’s…a miracle we turned out as good as we had.”

Your desire to press him for more information had come to a close when he had stepped away from you, and Frankie had reappeared in the kitchen with clean hands and a growling stomach.

Johnny, like you, had requested, had grabbed Frankie a plate and lifted one top of the pizza boxes. You had found it too easy to study Johnny as he interacted with Frankie, as he had helped his nephew get as much or as little as he wanted. And even after, you had watched him sit beside Frankie on the couch, quickly putting on one of his favourite cartoons.

You hadn’t been aware that you had been staring, you hadn’t been aware that you had been watching him mindlessly, your thoughts betraying you while Johnny helped Frankie. You had been so lost in thought, so distracted by the clear contradiction of who you had thought Johnny Storm was, and who he had appeared to be now.

It was clear, that you held prejudices against him that had been obtusely false. Johnny Storm was a playboy, and he was a flirt who had used omegas whenever he had felt like it.

Johnny Storm was also more than you thought he was, he was smart and brave when he had faced threats that had risen. He was an alpha who had loved his niece and nephew, who had loved his sister and his brother-in-law despite acting like an ass. Johnny was more than you thought he could have been, more than you had initially thought when you first met him.

“You lost?” Johnny’s voice and gentle touch to your cheek had broken your daze and brought you back to reality. “There you are.”

“You should wash your hands too. Who knows where they’ve been.”

“You wanna know?” he smirked and raised an eyebrow, flirtations bubbling between you two.

“Disgusting.” You scoffed and smacked his shoulder, turning away from him to grab Valeria’s food.

The soft click of the door was one of the few faint sounds that had echoed in the quiet apartment, the last of the Richards children put down to bed. Your feet had softly padded against the floor as you walked away from the kid’s rooms back to the living room, your steady gaze landing on Johnny as he met you at the couch.

His hands had been full with a pint of ice cream and a beer, his lips upturned into a soft smile as he sank to the cushions, inviting you to join him with a tilt of his head. You had heeded his request and sank to the cushions and tucked your legs under your thighs and angled yourself toward him. He had handed the pint of ice cream out toward you without having to say anything, a spoon already stuck in the frozen confection.

“It’s-“

“-your favourite. I know.” Johnny had lifted the beer bottle to his head and took a quick swig, his blue eyes fixated on you as you yanked the spoon from the untouched top, and placed it in your mouth.

“Thanks,” you had removed the spoon from your mouth and tapped the curved edge against the side of the pint, your attention drifting from the superhero to the seamless glass and the sight of the skyline that seemed endless.

“My mom died in an accident, and my dad tried to save her.” Johnny’s admission had drawn your attention back to him and the heady longing that had circulated in his irises. “When he failed to save her, he had turned to gambling and drinking, eventually he had…killed someone. He’s been in prison and…he’s not getting out.”

“Johnny, I had no idea.” You didn’t know what to say, or how to convey your empathy for him.

“The records are sealed. Sue and I… inherited a lot and the lawyers thought it would be easier to have everything sealed. Including the legacy of our mom.” Johnny had rested the bottom of his beer bottle against his thigh, the droplets of condensation rolling down the smooth neck, onto his hand only to fizzle from and stem from his body heat.

“I’m sorry-“

“I think maybe…Sue sees some of our father in me, and maybe she’s worried.” He had sighed heavily and shook his head, his lips pursing as he stared at the smooth rim of his beer, and the clench of his hand around the width of the glass.

“You’re not…a bad person and you’re not a bad alpha.” You had countered and slowly switched positions, getting closer to him. “You’re…you’ve probably not dealt with it as you should have-“

“You will make a good parent,” he had raised his head and looked at you with innate and thriving tenderness, “I can tell. When the time comes, you’ll be a really good mother. You are…incredible. Like Sue. The two of you…you’re incredible.”

“You don’t think you’d be a good dad?” You wondered and reached out to rest your hand against his thigh. “I see the way you act with Frankie and even Valeria, even though you’re a little skittish around her, you’re good. You’re a good uncle.”

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me, omega. Am I starting to wear off on you?” He cracked a grin and leaned in, his shoulder brushing against yours as his left arm had snaked around your waist.

“Maybe I’m becoming aware of how soft you are. Soft and squishy.” You laughed under your breath as you pushed your finger into his stomach.

“I’m hard where it counts,” he had smirked in return, the ease of your relationship coming quicker than you had expected, and despite the flutter of your stomach, you had still scoffed and smacked his shoulder.

“Disgusting.”

“I think you like it,” he leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing against your own, and your breath had caught in your throat again when the moment of unknowing had risen, “I think you like me more than you care to admit.”

“I think you’re full of yourself.” Your hands had risen to his chest, and then his shoulders, your fingers gripping the material of his shirt as you pressed yourself further to him, the pint of ice-cream threatening to tip over, and the condensation of his beer dampening your shirt, and yet none of it had mattered.

“Don’t pull away from me,” he had muttered as the space between your lips had become minuscule, “please don’t pull away from me.”

“Johnny,” you had exhaled slowly, your hands shaking, “this is…I don’t-“

“Please-“ he had pleaded with you, and then the distance had closed entirely as you leaned in and pressed your lips against his own, a kiss that was brimming with need and electric desire, soft and sensual in a manner of connectivity that had pulled you closer to him, and he to you.

His hand had slipped around the small of your back, preventing you from departing, and as the heat had flourished from his hand to the material of your shirt, you had verbally preened at the contact and sighed against his lips when you needed to part for air.

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Watch My Heart Burn: Part 5

“You look good.” His voice made you take pause, your hand hovering above the lock of your apartment as you hesitated to turn the key. “You look…”

“Thank you.” Your voice was soft and quiet as you finally turned the key and shoved it into your clutch along with your phone and ID.

You had turned and faced Johnny as he stood in the threshold of his apartment, his blue eyes transfixed on the soft hem of the dress you had chosen to wear, and the peacoat draped over your arm. He was watching you just as you were watching him, and there was a moment of doubt that had nearly driven you back into your apartment, forgoing the date entirely. It was a thought, it was a motion that had seemed to be more desirable the longer you had stared at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move.

“I should go.” You had been the one to break the silence, you had been the one to not only step away from the door but Johnny as well.

You had tucked your clutch under your arm and moved toward the elevator, the low heels you’d chosen to wear instead of the flats were already a poor choice, but it would be better than turning around and tucking your tail between your legs. It would have been better than turning around and facing Johnny again because you knew that if you had, you likely would have cancelled the date in its entirety. You would have entered your apartment and never come out again, leaving the alpha you were supposed to be meeting, alone and waiting. It was a date, one date that you would likely end early before telling the rich alpha, the investor Reed was so eager about, that it wouldn’t work out.

It was only out of spite anyway that you had agreed to the date. It was only to get Johnny off your back and give you some room to breathe.

Nevertheless, between the day the date had been set and its inception, you had debated changing your mind three separate times. You had debated ending the attempt to get Johnny off your back before it had even been put into place, with the idea that dealing with Johnny one on one wouldn’t have been worth the effort and the stress of throwing another alpha into the mix.

“If the guy ends up being a complete ass,” Johnny’s voice had stopped you from getting on the elevator, and again, you were debating ending it, “you can always leave early. Sue and Reed took their kids to some weekend thing, Ben’s with his girlfriend-“

“And you?” you asked without looking at him, your fingers picking at your dress.

“Drinking beer. Watching the game.” He had stood where he was, waiting for you to make your decision.

“I should go.” You had bit down on the inside of your cheek, hard enough to draw blood and then you stepped on the elevator waiting until the doors had closed.

You had rode the elevator down by yourself, no one getting on or off until you had gotten to the lobby. When the doors had opened and you had stepped off, your attention was immediately taken by your date in the lobby waiting for you. The appearance of the alpha was just as put together as the first time you had seen him however when you got closer to the alpha, there was a distinct tainting of his scent that had made you grit your teeth as if the assaulting twist and tainted vein of his scent as a whole had been a visible and marred creature set before you.

“You kept me waiting.” He had stood and faced you, his hands set by his sides with his fingers flexing and clenching. “Was Storm taking too much of your time?”

“I couldn’t find my phone.” You put forth the lie and watched the alpha look you over with none of the charming warmth you had seen a week ago. “I don’t think this is a good idea-“

“We’re having dinner. You’ll be fine.” He had encroached on your space and placed his hand at the small of your back and began pushing you toward the door, his heady scent noxious.

“No, I think I should leave.” You had countered and began stepping away from him, looking around the lobby for anyone in view, yet there was no one nearby who could have helped you. “I think this was a mistake-“

“The only mistake,” he warned you as he led you to a sleek black car parked on the street, the rear passenger door already opened, “would be choosing to end the date now. I suggest you get in the vehicle.”

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach at the warning he had so deliberately let hang in the air. The warning that you would suffer immediate consequences before you could have or would have been able to call for help, to call for Johnny, was made known. This alpha was twice your size and the damage he could have done to you in such a short amount of time was unyielding.

“Get in the vehicle, Y/N.” He warned you once more, and your feet moved on their own accord, and you had slowly sunk on the sleek leather seat and slid over to the far left, leaving space between you and your date.

“Are you ready, Mr. Morris?” A driver that you could not see had spoken through a blinder between the front seats and the back, obscuring your view in a manner that was most annihilating to your senses.

“Yes, my date is ready.” He had glanced your way, his eyes narrowed as your hand had moved to the handle, your fingers ready to curl around the smooth metal.

“I’ll tell you how this is going to work because you seem to think you have the right to call the shots,” he had faced you, and when you had spared him no glance, his hand had shot out to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at him, “you wanna get Johnny Storm off your back?”

“No.” you attempted to rip yourself from his grip, the desperate flight or fight response starting to creep forward as you realized what danger you were truly in. “No. I changed my mind. I want to be let go.”

“You don’t have a say, omega.” He growled under his breath and squeezed your cheeks harder than before, the painful grasp startling you and ripping a soft cry from you. “For the time being, you are mine.”

“Get off me!” You ripped yourself away from him and pushed yourself against the driver’s side rear door, your fingers grasping at the small metal clasps of your clutch to open the bag and get your phone. “I’m done with this! Take me back!”

“You are not done,” he countered and watched you grab your phone, his head tilted as you unlocked the phone in your hands, though you were horrified at the discovery that your phone had been remotely jammed, “are you ready to listen now?”

“What the hell did you do?” You grabbed the handle, yanking on the door to open it, panic rising within you at the disparity of your situation. “Let me go! I swear to God-“

“What are you going to do? Hmm? Your phone is jammed, you’re locked in a moving vehicle with nowhere to go.” He had grabbed your phone, ripping it from your hand and tossing it to the floor at his feet before he slammed his heel onto the screen, the crack of the glass deafening. “You will listen to me now.”

Your vision was blurred by tears, your bottom lips shaking as your breath was stolen from you. It was hard to function without feeling as if you were on death’s door as if this alpha was going to tear you apart.

“Reed Richardson is a bastard, but he’s also a genius. He’s on his way to discovering and producing technology that can be adapted to synthesize a chemical in the brain that will override free will. He has no idea that what he is creating will be the start of a powerful takeover-“

“Let me go,” your hands shook as you clung to the door handle, “please just let me go. I can’t help you-“

“You speak out of turn once more and I’m going to make you shut up.” He growled under his breath, his hand landing on your thigh and with a strong grip, he had yanked you toward him, the back of your head bouncing against the seat. “You don’t have access to the lab on your own but you can get me into the building and on the floor. Of course, I could steal your ID badge and be done, just how I could simply steal the formula but it’s not ready.”

You closed your eyes as tears rolled down your cheeks, mentally kicking yourself for not staying. You had a choice and it was your error, it was your mistake that had cost you.

“You are going to play the part of an omega courting an alpha well above your station and I am going to use you like the little bitch you are. You’re going to get me access whenever and however I want.”

“Go to hell.” You spat at him, your fight waning quickly as he grasped your ankle and put pressure on the joints, his teeth gritting.

“Every moment you talk back to me and I’ll break a bone in your body.” His smirk widened at your cry, and he had only dropped your ankle when you slapped a hand over your mouth. “You’re gonna be a good little omega and you’re going to keep your damn mouth shut. No one knows. You tell that fiery cocksucker and I won’t just take it out on you but Richardson’s children. You understand me?”

You were backed into a corner, you were at his mercy and your only option was to nod your head and agree.

“Good. Sit up and shut your fucking mouth.”

The lights of the studio were bright and aggravating to you though it appeared that Johnny seemed to preen under the glow as a woman with iridescent black hair tended to him. She was busy adjusting the red leather jacket he was wearing, the thick white shirt underneath bearing some symbol that was unrecognizable to you, yet seemed to be a company’s sponsorship that Johnny had pushed through to e approved.

It was the start of the long line of photoshoots for the superhero alpha as he further embraced the status that was hanging above him. It was the start of the aftermath of his fan clubs finally realizing that you were no more than a disposable omega meant to keep him in line, and the systematic search for your replacement was surging through the narrow-minded gossip groups that called themselves a faction of the ‘Storm Sluts’. The women, and men, that belonged to this group of admirers had been consistent in demanding that they could have done a better job of keeping an eye on Johnny Storm, although many of them had also been brazen in their adamance that they could provide more than one ‘relief’ for him.

“We’re ready to start, Johnny.” The photographer had shot you a venomous look as you stepped back out of the cast of light, watching Johnny stand on the clean and crisp backdrop.

There was a small group of women waiting by, their eyes on the handsome alpha that stood and wait for the photographer’s queues and directions to pose. This errand was one of many that you had gone on today and yet this had been the first that rendered you close to tears as you watched Johnny’s cocky smile and the sound of his laughter as it had bubbled and built with the start of the music playing. You felt as if you were a crack along the wall, neither important enough to be fixed nor bold enough to be seen. You were his assistant and you had done your job, you had brought him where he needed to be and now he was in the hands of others.

It was harder than you imagined, being an omega among other betas and alphas, and feeling as if you were nothing and no one of great importance. From the moment you’d arrived, you had been cast aside and talked down to like you were nothing, as if you were no one that needed to be seen or heard, and while it had been nothing you hadn’t experienced before, each passing comment or side-eye had felt like a poisoned knife cutting your flesh.

You stood at the back and watched him, you watched the ease in which he had moved and posed for the camera. The flawlessness of the alpha that had drawn ire from some who found him to be immature and reckless, had been the very traits that had made so many others fall for the hothead alpha. It was Johnny’s character and his looks, his boyish charm and the eclectic witticism that endeared him to so many of his fans, driving this feral surge through so many of them that wanted you gone because you didn’t know how to do your job.

It was his blue eyes that caught the light of the sun and appeared closer to clear sapphires than the stormy grey that some claimed his eyes to be. It was the firmness of his jaw and the shape of his nose that had given him that classically handsome look that had been so addicting and endearing to so many, that had led him to have a past as a playboy. He was an alpha who enjoyed sex and had never stuck with one woman for too long, and the precedent as a player had been more than well established.

“I need a break,” Johnny’s voice had come and the session stopped immediately as the photographer had commented about a background and wardrobe change, an excuse to cover his surprise at Johnny’s clear directive, “give me five minutes.”

While you stood in the shadows of the room, you had subtly lifted your hand and wiped a stray tear from your cheek as the praised alpha had moved from the illuminated set to the dimmed back portion where you had been standing. You watched him take every calculated step until he was feet away, his dark brows furrowed as he looked at you with speculation, his eyes narrowed the longer he had stared at you.

“What?” You had shifted your weight from your left foot to your right foot, nearing the point of buckling under his gaze, his blue eyes studying you closely while his scent had started to deepen, reacting to your own.

“You okay?” His voice was deep, his husky undertones producing a soft shiver that was shooting down your spine, the pleasant and ethereal buzz of the connection between you two becoming more powerful as he encroached on your space.

“Why do you care?” Your defensiveness was innate, and the bite of your words had come out harsher than you had intended. You were placating yourself behind an impenetrable wall, breaking apart from any closeness that could have been between you two, for no other reason than self-preservation.

You were preemptively preparing for the kind of emotional damage that you had been hit with the day you escorted the investor back to the lab.

“You wanna go?” Johnny had stopped a foot in front of you, and the lightness in his eyes was as captivating as it was heart-stopping. He was an alpha with an ego, an alpha that exuded confidence and cockiness and yet he was nothing if not beautiful.

“You have a photoshoot to do and I’m not going to deal with the fallout-“

“Dammit, would you just listen to me!?” He raised his voice and cut you off, his command slamming into you the moment it had rolled off his tongue, and the response was immediate. Your eyes flickered down to the glow of his hands that were producing heat and flames that could have burned everything in sight and yet he seemed to have a good enough grasp on himself to contain the damage.

Your jaw had snapped closed, your hands quaking as the alpha command had settled over you, helplessly limiting your ability to deny him. “Do you want to leave? Forget everything going on! What do you want to do?”

Your throat had become tighter with every breath and if you had closed your eyes you could have imagined someone’s hand around your throat, squeezing the air out of you. There were so many people in the room, so many alphas and betas waiting on him, waiting to do this photo shoot and Johnny was waiting on you.

The threat of tears, which had seemed to be your norm lately, was aggravating you. The threat to cry in front of the alpha that was the source of so much of your anger and indignation was unrelenting. It was moments, or it would be moments before you would completely crumble in front of him.

“Johnny! We’re ready for you!” the photographer had called again, calling Johnny back to the newly redone set with a new jacket and a new angle.

“What do you want?” Johnny stood firm with his hands on his hips and his intensifying blue eyes fixated on you as he waited for your response.

“They’re waiting for you.” You mumbled and turned your head, gazing down at the schedule of events you had lined up for him, knowing that this was just one of many you had yet to get through. “You should-“

When you raised your head, he was gone and had moved back to the set. His eyes were burning with speculation, were burning with unease that had slipped past everyone but you. He was watching you, he had sensed your distress and knew you were hiding something deep within you.

You waited until he had started to work until he had been distracted by the photographer and the process of capturing the breathtaking alpha on camera. You had to wait until his eyes and attention were no longer on you, and then you turned and moved toward the door.

You needed an escape; you needed air.