#alpha!thor x omega!reader

[justjams2003]

Between two Gods: 3-Breeding

It seems like I'm only ever working on projects that you guys can't read yet. So, while you all wait, here is another part of the BtG series. (Yes, it's a series now!)

Paring: Alpha!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader x Alpha! Clark Kent

Summary: After being cooped up for weeks, you take an unauthorised trip. Unfortunately, you're caught in your heat in the middle of a grocery store.

Warnings: A/B/O, mating, breeding, threesome, oral sex (both male and female receiving) P in V. Mxm, mxmxw, afab!reader, possessive!Thor, possessive!Clark, guys kissing, rutting, knotting

Word Count: 1,6k words

Part 1-Part 2

You consider it an overreaction; your mates consider it just. How were you supposed to know? Your heat wasn’t expected to happen for another week! And you were beyond frustrated sitting at home alone all day.  

With their busy working schedules and the occasional off-planet endeavours, they vowed that at least one of them would be home. And in the mornings, you would kiss the one (or both) that are home goodbye. They had you on strict house arrest after admitting you’re ready for pups.  

 You had stopped taking the heat blockers the day you quit your job. Although both your mates insisted that you didn’t need it. But working a job in a lab surrounded only by men, you begged to differ. And now your mates have you sitting here waiting for your heat.  

However, with each passing day you grew antsy and today you decided enough was enough. It would be quick, less than a few hours you’re sure of it. You had a meeting with your realtor, (after Thor and Clark had been putting it off) then you’d go to the store. Just for some snacks.  

Now, you’re starting to regret it. You can feel the sweat run down your back and the freezer aisle does little to help. Not to mention the hum and the buzzing lights and the smell of raw meat are so overwhelming to your senses. You feel ready to throw up with sensory overload and guilt above all else.  

You should have listened to them! There’s always a reason for everything they do. They were thinking straighter than you and should’ve known, better than you, that your first heat off the pills would be out of schedule. Now, you’re stuck, feeling as though you’re being boiled from the inside out.  

A groan escapes you and you can’t help but lean on the deep freeze. Eventually, your knees give in and you find yourself on the floor. You fumble with your phone, but you can feel your thighs clench when you hear Clark’s voice. “My love?” All you can do is whimper into the phone. You can hear him shuffle.  

“I’ll be right there. Try to find a bathroom and hide.” His instructions are clear and his use of his Alpha voice made your body move so much easier. You abandon your shopping cart, seeing the men in the aisle already staring at you and the cramps are already coming.  

Though the farthest you seem to be able to make it is just around the corner behind the shopping centre. You groaned, not only in pain but frustration too. This is not where you wanted this to happen. Not next to the garbage bin and the manhole.  

One of the perks of having superhero mates is their sheer speed. You know it’s Clark by the mating bond throbbing along with the well in your legs. You can feel his big hands wrap around you and pull you closer to his body. “How’d you find me?” You ask, wrapping your legs around his waist.  

You can’t help but rub yourself against him, like a dog looking for any sort of friction. You can feel his cock ready to fuck you silly and his nose in your neck. “I could smell you from the other side of the world.” He explains with a deep inhale on your mating gland.  

“Hold on.” Clark commands, but you know good and well that he and Thor would be dead before they dropped you. And luckily for you, you were home before you even realised you were in the air. All you feel is the bed and pillows all around you.  

Not that it’s enough, the usually soft sheets now feel like nails to your skin. “Please, Alpha, please,” you mutter out, reaching out to Clark but he seems to be fighting with himself. The kitchen counter of your bachelor flat is getting the grunt of it, being left in pieces on the floor.  

“I can’t, I’m sorry little omega.” Superman paces between you and abusing the kitchen aisle. You turn onto your stomach, burying your nose into their cushion. You can feel your hips roll onto the sheets. Your legs quiver and your hands travel your own body.  

You can feel the slick between your legs and the damn pool you’ve made on the bed. Your gushy inside barely reacts to your own fingers anymore, spoiled by your mates' thick digits and fat cocks. Your hair sticks to your sweaty forehead, there seems to be no end to the fever working its way through your body.  

“Kal...”  

You swear you can hear his teeth grinding. Your smell is driving him crazy, but he made a promise to Thor. This promise is getting harder and harder to keep. His instincts are driving him crazy, screaming at him more than ever to break you apart. To make you swell with his seed.  

It seems Rao heard him because the next second Thor slams open the door. He can see the absolute state Clark is in.  He grabs him by the neck and their tongues combine. “God, she smells divine,” Thor mutters, dropping his hammer with a loud thud.  

The noise makes you jump and then turn on your back again. “You can have her first. A prize for waiting, for being such a good little boy.” Thor peppers kisses and bites on Kal’s mating gland. Then he gives him a good smack on the ass, and the Kryptonian wastes no time.  

He rips each layer of his clothes off. His suit is discarded just as quick as he removes your clothes. Clark’s nose is in between your thighs. He laps up your sweet and overpowering smell. His cool tongue on your hot core makes you gasp.  

You clench your thighs shut, or at least try to. You fail spectacularly, his arms are like a cage and there is no way to escape. Each breath on your sizzling mound and a lick of your sticky insides cools and fuels your heat. Your hand grabs his curls and pushes him in closer, anything for more.  

Meanwhile, Thor carefully takes off each of his many layers of armour. His cock is hard as a rock, he can’t take his eyes off you. You can tell too. Seeing his dick spring free from his tight Asgardian armour makes your core pull tighter.  

The Kryptonian can tell too. His tongue is buried deep into you and his nose hits your clit just right. Soon, you’re gushing all over his face and he eats it up. Your eyes are lidded after your loud needy moans of release. Thor takes you by the chin, “Just look at that face, pretty boy.” 

The man with the dark hair lets out a chuckle. He then grabs you by the waist and flips you over. Clark brings up your ass so that you’re on your hands and knees. He places kisses down your back and you can feel his cock teasing your slit.  

“You can’t possibly think we’re done.” He coos at you, taunting your clit. Not to mention, Thor’s huge dick is at the cusp of your lips. His hand is wrapped around your hair, waiting for Kal to make the first move. As soon as he does, you’re penetrated from both sides.  

Tears fill your eyes as Thor hits the back of your throat. They’re so intertwined with each other; their rhythms match perfectly. Your heat makes every part of you so sensitive. You can feel them so deep inside you and it feels like heaven itself. And somehow, they still manage to make out over you while thrusting into you.  

Their heavy hands and wet, dirty words send you over the edge. You clench tighter around Clark and can feel how he too cums within you. How he paints your walls with his seed. His knot grows as his feathers of white-hot liquid flow from him.  

Thor too continues his mission of face-fucking you until he loses himself. He forces you to swallow his sickly-sweet seed. Over and over until you’re overflowing from the top. Luckily Clark’s knot keeps his litres of cum inside of you.  

“Don’t worry, Princess, soon you’ll be round with our seed.” Thor coos pulling out and watching as you splutter on his cum. “Don’t forget, she still needs to be punished,” Kal replies, still rutting into your womb. “What for?” The Prince asks, not knowing about you going out.  

“This one went on a little field trip. I can still smell that fucking realtor on you. And you know we want you only eating organic.” Their conversation seems so casual. As if Clark isn’t balls deep inside you. Thor’s brows furrow, “You went to talk to that man without us?”  

The god’s eyes grow dark, “You’re right, pretty boy. He smells fucking vile.” Thor grabs you by your hair and pulls you up to meet his now stormy eyes. You have no response for him, only batting your thick eyelashes. “As soon as she’s bred, I’m taking her to Asgard.”  

The other alien nods in agreement. “You too, I want you both under watch.” Thor commands, not expecting disagreement. “The people of earth-” Clark goes to fight, still feeling bonded by duty. “The mortals will be taken care of. There are many other guardians here.” The god uses his Alpha voice, making things final. 

“Well look at that, little omega, looks like we’re going to space.” Clark sighs out, finally pulling out of you. He stuffs pillows underneath your stomach and ass. Making sure to keep the cum deep inside you.  

[holylulusworld]

The hammer (7)

Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would never accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settle down. What happens when your worlds collide… 

Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, pack dynamics, a/b/o dynamics, idiots in love, slow burn, a tiny hint of fluff, arguments

The hammer masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

<< Part 6

“You haven’t eaten all day,” Thor follows you inside the clubhouse. “We got some leftovers and I can make you a sandwich.”

“I had something at the hospital and a coke,” you mumble. You’re too tired to argue with Thor and just want to sleep. “Steve got me some cookies and a chocolate bar.”

“Steve,” the alpha snarls. “He’s got no clue what an omega needs. They are soft and weak. An alpha must make sure you eat enough to stay healthily. Feeding you sweets and cookies, he should know better.” Thor huffs.

“He only tried to be nice,” you snap at Thor. “You would’ve let me starve.” You grit your teeth and glare at Thor. “I liked the cookies.”

“I just offered food to you,” he’s in your face, breathing heavily. “Please excuse me that I was worried sick about my brother and forgot to offer biscuits and tea, my lady.”

“You’re such an ass.”

“You’re such a bi—” he bites his tongue. Loki made him promise that Thor won’t be an ass as long as you are around. “Do you want a sandwich now or not?”

You huff.

“Omega, don’t make me lose my temper. I promised my brother to have an eye on you and not yell at you. Don’t make me break that promise.”

“I want a sandwich and freshly pressed juice. Do you have fruits too?” you furrow your brows. “Do you even have a kitchen here?”

“Of course, we have a kitchen, woman!” he grunts. “We’re not some cavemen eating our food raw. We can cook our food.”

“They made fire, you moron,” you snap back.

“I know!” Thor growls loudly. His hands twitch and you fear he’ll just grab you and kick you out of the clubhouse.

“Five on Y/N,” Steve snickers as the pack enters the clubhouse only to watch you and Thor bicker again.

“Ten on Thor,” Clint grins as you poke your index finger into Thor’s chest.

“Twenty on Y/N,” Bucky gets his wallet out. “I bet she’ll go for his balls next. Do we have popcorn? This is the best show ever.”

“Shut up,” Thor snaps his head toward his pack. “What are you doing here? I told you to leave me and…” He swallows thickly as you roughly fist his jacket.

“You told them what?” you snarl. “That you want them to leave the clubhouse so you can get your knot wet? Did you think I’ll spread my legs for you only as you showed an ounce of decency today?”

“That’s not…fuck…little one,” Thor groans as you storm toward the staircase to walk upstairs and hide in Loki’s room. “I offered food to you! How can you turn this into something bad?”

“She’s an omega,” Clint shrugs. “Whatever you do is not good enough. You fucked up big time and now, she’s going to let you bleed until you made everything up to her.”

“I can’t wait to watch,” Bucky snickers. “Do we have popcorn or not? I need food for round two.”

“Punk, stop with the popcorn. Y/N is nice, and we don’t want her to get hurt,” Steve sighs as Thor storms toward the kitchen. “Great, now he’s mad again. I hope he doesn’t wreck more shit at the clubhouse. I just repaired the door.”

“So…fifty on Y/N?” Bucky asks, looking at his pack members. “Come on, guys. Let’s make this bet a little more interesting.”

“Fifty-five on Thor,” Clint offers, “and not a buck more.”

“Little one, open the door. I made you a sandwich,” Thor harshly knocks at his brother’s door. “Y/N don’t be stubborn. You need food. Loki will kill me if—” he huffs when you finally unlock the door to look at the plate in his hand.

“I’m not hungry,” you wipe your eyes. “Why don’t you eat it? I bet you spit on it and just wait for me to eat it.”

“You believe I’m the worst, huh? I only tried to be nice. For Loki. I don’t know why, but he likes you.”

“You’re an ass.”

“You’re still a brat but I won’t leave before you ate the sandwich and the fruits.”

You eye the plate again. He placed three strawberries next to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You’d like to giggle at his awful taste in food. 

“I’m not a kid. I hate peanut butter.”

“You’re not a kid, but are acting like one,” he grits his teeth. “Eat!”

“No!”

He steps closer to push the plate into your hands. “EAT!”

“No! I want…something else.”

“What do you want?” Thor is just done fighting. He rubs his face with one large hand, groaning as you keep on muttering. “Please just tell me what you want.”

“You said something about leftovers,” you mumble. “What do you have?”

“Bucky ate it all,” he shrugs as you whine. “He’s like a breathing food destroyer. If you think you got some food left, Bucky already ate it.”

“What else do you have?” you press on. 

“I got some snacks in my room. Nothing healthily, though,” he looks at the sandwich on the plate. His stomach rumbles and you remember, Thor didn’t eat anything at all today.

“You can have the sandwich and I’ll have a look at the kitchen,” you push the plate back into his hands. “But hands off the strawberries. These are mine.”

You point a finger at the tall alpha.

“I stole them from Natasha,” he sheepishly admits. “She wanted to make strawberry daiquiris. I snatched a handful.”

“You stole three, not a handful.”

“Some got…damaged,” Thor mutters. “I squeezed them too hard.”

“You got nothing in your fridge,” you sigh deeply as there is only beer, butter, and a half-eaten apple inside the huge fridge at the clubhouse. “What do you eat all day?”

“I told you, if you have Bucky around, your food will be gone before you can blink. He doesn’t eat food, he inhales it,” Thor opens the fridge to poke his head in. “There’s a glass of pickles and a cucumber.”

“It’s rotten. You should throw the cucumber away. And,” you make a retching noise, “the pickles don’t look better.”

“Okay. Then we got no food left,” he sighs and closes the fridge. “We could order food. I know some nice restaurants.”

“I need something light, but tasteful,” you hum. “It’s already so late.”

“Crab cakes!” he blurs out. “I’d kill for some crab cakes.”

“Crab cakes,” you lick your lips. “Maybe some sliced fennel too.”

“I’ll order…wait…” 

“HANDS OFF!” you were about to put your food on a plate when Bucky sneaked inside the kitchen to steal a crab cake out of the food container. “You got your own food, Barnes!”

“I’m still hungry,” he looks at the food again. 

“Take your hands off her food or she’ll stab you with a fork,” Thor grins. “Never underestimate a hungry omega, Bucky.”

“Shut up and help me bring the food to Loki’s room,” you eye Bucky warily. “I do not trust this man with my food. He already stole one crab cake!”

“I only stole one,” Bucky happily munches the stolen food. “Free food is the best…”

“Come in,” Thor grumbles. “It’s open.”

“Hi, uh—I didn’t want to disturb you,” you poke your head in. “You’re not masturbating, right?”

“No,” he rolls his eyes. “What’s wrong? Do you need anything? Did Bucky steal more of your food?”

“I looked at the bookmark again,” you clear your throat and look at the bookmark in your hands. “On the front stands my name in flowery letters, but on the back stands little one…” you close your eyes and huff. “Why did you say Loki bought it?”

“I-uh…I accidentally walked into that bookstore the other day,” he doesn’t look at you. “They make those. I asked them to make one for you.”

“Why?” you closed the door behind you and step further inside his bedroom. “You don’t like me. All we do is fight.”

“I don’t know,” he watches you step toward his bed. Your eyes drop to the free spot next to him and you whine as your omega is drawn to the alpha. “I just wanted them to make it.”

“Why?” dipping one knee into the mattress you look at Thor. “Thor?”

“I said—” the alpha mutters. “I don’t know. You frustrate me and arouse me at the same time. I want to strangle and kiss you. It doesn’t make sense!”

“It doesn’t make sense,” you kneel on the bed to look at Thor. “You’re an ass…and I don’t like you but…I…”

“I know little one. I know…”

>> Part 8

Tags in reblog.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

A Loving Husband

🍓A/n🍓 → Hello, my 🍓little strawberries🍓! I know I’ve been gone for a long time. I will be graduating soon! So, now I’ll have time to complete some work! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic.

⚡Pairing(s)⚡→ Alpha Thor Odinson x Omega Male Reader ⚡Rating⚡→ Explicit ⚡Request⚡→ Yes ⚠Warnings⚠→ Top Thor Odinson, bottom omega male reader, omegaverse, praise kink, slight spanking, blowjob (M! Reader receiving, biting, anal sex, cockring, overstimulation, and breeding kink

Word Count → 1.5k

Summary: Your heat came in full force, and your mate/husband, Thor Odinson knows what to do.

Read Before Continuing → If you are younger than 18 or any warnings make you uncomfortable, DO NOT CONTINUE reading! You may continue reading if there are no problems!

You could only whine and groan in pain, heat coursed through your body as you gripped the sheets, sweat running down your forehead. Even though you were naked, it was still too hot. Your cock leaked precum, slick dripping, and gushing out of your ass. 

Stroking your cock was not enough. No matter how many times you orgasmed, the cum coating your chest was not enough. You needed your mate, your alpha to satisfy your desire. Just the thought of his muscular body and his musky alpha smell made you gush more precum and slick. You continued stroking your cock and fingering your ass at the thought.

Then the door opened and Thor walked into the room, he was instantly hit with the smell of his mate in heat. The God of Thunder could feel his cock beginning to become erect as he saw you withering, your body glistening with sweat, cock red, and throbbing, and your tight hole clenching and gushing slick. 

At the sight of your husband, you immediately presented yourself. You were turning around, getting on all fours, arching your back, and spreading your legs to give Thor a perfect view. 

“T-Thor… I-I need you.” You whimpered as you enticed your mate to mount and fuck you onto cloud nine.

“Love, why didn’t you call me?” Thor says as he approaches you, stripping his clothes off. 

Looking back, you could see Thor's muscular body, his defined abs and pecs being the most noticeable and those arms were to die for. Your cock throbbed more from the sight,  plus your mate’s musky smell was making you more submissive and horny. 

“I would’ve come right away if you had called me,” Thor says as he flips you over onto your back and starts kissing your neck slowly moving down to your crotch, giving small kisses and bites along the way.

You let the man continue his kisses until you felt Thor’s wet tongue licking your throbbing cock. The sensation was tingling as your sensitive cock was swallowed by the warmth of Thor’s mouth, the blonde man groaned as he gulped down your precum. 

Thor’s mouth was sucking and licking your cock, one hand massaging your swollen balls, and the other rimming your hole. Suddenly, you felt two of his fingers slowly pushing in. 

“Fuck…” Thor mumbled as his fingers were coated with your slick. A squelching sound echoed throughout the room, and the sounds of your whining and moans got louder. 

Clenching the sheets and toes curling in, you move one hand down to grip Thor’s head and start slamming into his mouth. You could hear him gagging on your cock and drooling as you thrust into his mouth.

As Thor drools on your cock, his fingers push deeper. Your chest heaves and your grip tightens, signaling your fifth orgasm. As you come down from your high, Thor pulls away, his breathing slows as he pulls his fingers out.

“W-why… d-did you stop?” You whine as you try to start stroking your arching cock only for Thor to smack your hand. He didn’t respond. His piercing blue eyes stared into yours as he licked his fingers clean of your slick. You could hear him moaning at the taste before he responded to your question.

“Because… I want to see you cum on my cock. Want to see you turn into a cock slut, you being the slutty omega that you are.” Thor growls as he moves over to the nearby nightstand and pulls out a cockring. You whine as he slowly puts it on your cock, preventing you from cumming.

His blue eyes stared into your e/c eyes before he pulled your body closer to his. The blonde man then moves his body between your legs, the missionary position, his favorite. You could feel his large cock rimming around your throbbing wet entrance.

“Are you ready?” Thor asks as his throbbing cock leaks precum, mixing with your slick. His chest heaves as he waits for his cock to be swallowed by the tight heat of your ass. You nod your head desperately, even pushing backward, trying to take Thor’s cock into your ass. 

You could feel the blunt head of the blonde man’s cock pushing past the muscle rim. As the pressure increases, your breath becomes shaky. Thor grips your hips as he tries not to hurt you. The pressure ends when your rim gives in and you feel the swelling flesh of Thor’s cock sinking into you. 

The room becomes filled with the moans and groans of both men. Thor stops momentarily, but you give him the consent to continue pushing deeper. “T-Thor… s-so deep inside me!” You moan as the air leaves your lungs. Your sobs of pleasure fill the room as Thor hilts inside you, your ass squeezing and spasming around the blonde man’s thick cock. 

“Fuck… even though I’ve stretched this tight ass, you’re still tight as a virgin, boy.” Thor groans, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your hot ass tightening around him. You look at Thor with pure euphoria and satisfaction and with that “fuck me like a slut” look. 

Thor did not waste any more time, pulling halfway out before thrusting back into your ass. The loud squelching sound rang through the room. The blonde man was enchanted by your facial expressions as he stared down at you, your tear-stained and flustered face twisted with fulfillment. 

“So fucking tight… luckiest man in the world to have such a slutty husband.” Thor groans, his breathing becoming more labored, his thrust becoming firmer and faster. The God of Thunder’s cock is coated with your excess slick – so much that with each thrust, slick spills down your crack. He could feel your hands move to grope his ass.

“Fuck yeah… love it when you grope my ass,” Thor said, hoarse and low as he continues fucking your ass. He looks down to see your cock– all red and throbbing. Suddenly, your moans got louder as you could feel Thor‘s cock slamming into your prostate. Thor notices and makes sure to angle himself to keep hitting that spot. 

“T-Thor! Please… please! I need to cum!” You whine and cry. You needed to cum, your body was overwhelmed with too much pleasure. The cockring was doing its job perfectly, preventing you from having another orgasm. However, the overstimulation was too much and Thor debated what to do. 

“Be a good boy and cum for me,” Thor says as he removes the cockring, giving you a chance. It did not take more than one thrust before you came. 

Your loud moan echoed throughout the tower, white cum spraying all over your chest, some even landing on your face. Thor groans at the sight, seeing you coated with cum.

“Fuck… I’m close!” *Thor growls as his thrust gets sloppier and slower. You took that opportunity to clench around him— trying to milk his large cock of all its potent cum, causing the blonde man’s panting to become more intense. 

“Fuck!” Thor moaned as he gave one final thrust. You grabbed Thor’s ass cheeks to push him deeper, causing you both to give out loud moans. The feeling of Thor’s cum flooding your asshole was euphoric as his sticky load painted your insides. 

Both of you panting, Thor’s body collapsing onto yours, his cock now flaccid. You could hear him panting in your ears as he slowly pulled out with a loud gushing sound. He groans at the sight of his cum oozing out of your gaping ass and he rolls over to lay next to you.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” Thor says as he kisses your cheek. As his hand moves down over your stomach, he can only imagine seeing his spawn growing inside you.

You whine happily,  but you aren’t done yet. Your hand snakes down to Thor’s crotch and starts stroking the blonde man’s cock. The man groans as you stroke his cock back to an erect position.

“I’m still in heat. Ready for round two?” You groan as you reposition yourself on his lap. 

Unbeknownst to you both, someone was watching stroking his cock to the sight. “God fucking damn…” the stranger groans as he pinches his nipples.

THE END!

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Thank you, my proofreaders: @sagethegaywitch and @mattey-stu

[okeutocalma]

Pedidos abertos.

Personagens pedidos a qual os capítulos estão quase prontos para serem postados:

Jason Todd.

Zeke e Eren.

Alucard (Castlevania) - o triste.

Peço um pouco de paciência com pedidos que envolvam hot.

PARA QUAL FANDOM ESCREVO.

PERFIL NO SPIRIT.

PERFIL NO WATTPAD.

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

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[emeraldcutie44]

Desperately looking for an old fic I read a while ago but lost!

It’s an avengers abo fic with an omega.

Dead dove do not eat.

The omega is on suppressants hiding from the world and is simply a cleaner for extra money whilst she lives out of her car. She ends up cleaning the avengers pack holiday home and they catch her scent and decide to take her with them and clean her up.

And basically they get her off suppressants and hold her captive then alpha!Thor (or it may have been alpha!Steve) feeds her his cum to fix her hormones??

I’m pretty sure it was:

Alpha!steve

Alpha!thor

Delta!tony

Delta!loki

But I’m unsure what Natasha, Bruce etc were x

I can’t find this fic anywhere but I love it so much!! Does anyone know where I can find it??

[thealleydog]

HELP I'M GONNA BE TRAPPED IN A CONCRETE BOX OF HORNY EMOTION ALL OCTOBER.

Linda, you're gonna kill me.

Carpe Noctum | wint3r-h3art’ 2023 Spoopy Event

It’s October, and you know what that means: spooky fun. I welcome you to Carpe Noctum, my first-ever spooky season event!

In the next four weeks, I will post four fics with four different characters with various horror/dark themes & kinks

As usual, this is 18+ only! Minors do not interact! All of the fics will contain dark and horror elements & themes that will be out of my usual scope. Therefore, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Heed the warnings of each fic and proceed cautiously.

Week 1: vampire!Miguel

Contains horror elements like blood, and darker theme like dub con & hunter/prey, blood play, oral fixation, and breeding kink.

Week 2: werewolf!Frank Castle

Contains horror elements like body horror & gore. Choking kink, size kink, & breeding kink.

Week 3: Reaper!Thor

Contains horror elements of body horror &blood/gore. Will be dubcon, stalking, size kink, breeding kink, & hunter/prey

Week 4: warlock! Bucky

Contains body horror elements, some gore. Stalking, possessive behavior, bondage, & corruption kink.

Divider by @benkeibear

[evansbby]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 (𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: noncon, dubcon, heavy misogyny, daddy!kink, smutt in public (kind of), 18+ minors dni.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve takes his omega to her first pool party.

“Hey, baby. Look at this!”

Steve takes off into a run before canon-balling into the pool, making the water splash everywhere in the process. But he surfaces with a grin, flipping his hair off his forehead. His light blonde tufts look dark brown from the water, and the sun radiates against the droplets on his pale face, making him shimmer like a diamond. You can hear a bunch of people – including Natasha – complain because the splash from his jump has completely soaked them, but all Steve does is flip them off before shooting you a smug smile.

“Wow.” You say as you walk up to the edge of the pool. “That was really cool.”

Before Steve can answer, you see someone whizz past you from your peripheral. A moment later, there’s another gigantic splash as Ransom canon-balls in next to Steve, and you yelp as the water hits you. The brunette alpha surfaces with a grin that rivals Steve’s in smugness, with the latter looking on sourly as you clap politely at Ransom’s jump.

“That wasn’t nearly as impressive as mine.” Steve scoffs, eying you warningly. You immediately stop clapping. “And you splashed water all over my girlfriend, you fucking asshole.”

“It’s a pool party, Steve. God forbid she gets a bit of water on her.” Ransom rolls his eyes as he climbs out of the pool and flips Steve off before shooting you a smile which you don’t dare return.

The two of you are at Steve’s friend Ransom’s house. Or rather, in his backyard where a pool party is in full swing. It’s a particularly hot day and everyone’s either sunbathing or swimming or licking snow-cones made from Ransom’s “state of the art snow-cone machine.” (That was the first thing the brunette alpha had shown you and Steve when the two of you had arrived. He’d bought it especially for today).

“I mean, Ransom’s pool is alright.” Steve had told you earlier when the two of you were changing in the pool-house. “But you’d think it’s an Olympic size pool from the way he shows off about it. Baby, wait till you see the pool at my house, it’s twice the size of this one.”

You had nodded, although the idea of someone even owning a swimming pool of their very own – big or small – was so completely unfathomable to you. But everyone who was here today hadn’t even blinked an eye at all the luxuries this mansion had to offer. From the huge hallways and sparkling marble floors to the gigantic backyard which resembled more of a golf course. Not to mention the pool-house alone was twice the size of your house back home!

“This place is like a castle.” You had breathed, sliding your fingers over the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the pool-house, watching the party in full swing outside. Thor was handing out cans of beer, Natasha by his side in a pretty red bikini that made her body look incredible. Ransom and Andy were making snow-cones, and Sam and Bucky looked to be organising a game of pool volleyball. There was a net set up in the water, and it looked like they were arguing about picking teams.

You could also see a bunch of girls settled on the side of the pool, in pretty bikinis and stylish sunglasses. You recognised a few of them from campus, and that made you gulp. What if Steve left you to hang out with his friends? You pray these girls are nice and you’ll fit in.

Steve had snorted, coming up behind you with his hand on your waist, pulling you into his bare chest. “This place is not like a castle, omega. I can show you castles; you just wait till you see my house.” He had kissed down the nape of your neck, the feel of his lips making you sigh until he pulls away and frowns, tugging at your shirt. “Take this off. It’s a pool party, remember?”

He takes it off for you, licking his lips when he sees what’s underneath. He had bought the bikini for you a few days ago. It was white with baby pink strings tying the thong and also going around your neck. Steve had said it was extremely sexy and cute, but you felt vulnerable as ever and paranoid every time he’d finger the strings – like he was doing now. You’d double-tied them tightly, but all he had to do was tug at them and they’d come loose.

Steve had barely given you enough time to put your flip-flops on, as well as your cute flowery cover-up, before he’d dragged you outside to the party.

Which is where you are currently, and you can’t help but smile softly down at Steve, who looks extremely proud of the cannonball he’s just performed. He swims over to where you’re standing, reaching up to grab your ankles.

“Come in. The water’s nice and cool.”

Your heart skips a beat at how laid back he’s being. This is a different side to Steve, who was usually so stoic and strict. Either that, or he was downright devious. Sometimes though, sometimes he lets himself go and relax. Like when he’s playing video-games and gets really into it, or when the two of you are cuddling and he lets Steve Junior join in, or when the two of you study together. Or now.

“I – uh – I don’t really want to swim.” You answer awkwardly, and your alpha rolls his eyes, the grip he has on your ankles not loosening. But the thought of taking your cover-up off and being in such a revealing bikini in front of all these people has you shaking your head pleadingly at him.

“It’s a pool party, omega. That means you have to swim.” Steve tells you as if you’re a baby who doesn’t understand the concept of a pool party.

You exhale softly before sitting down by the edge of the pool and dipping your feet in, sighing at how nice the water feels. And a part of you does want to go in, but you don’t know why you feel so self-conscious here. Well, actually, you do know why. It’s because you feel so out of place, in this huge mansion of a house with all these people from college whom you probably have nothing in common with. They aren’t your friends, you don’t have any friends. And they certainly don’t want to be your friends either, you just know it.

Steve settles between your legs, spreading them and smirking up at you. He presses a light kiss to your inner thigh, and it’s innocuous enough but you still look around in alarm. But no one is watching the two of you and so you try to relax.

“Relax, omega.” Steve commands you, and you get a whiff of his summery scent and sigh as it seems to soothe you from the inside out. You shoot your alpha a small smile, and he only smirks, continuing to kiss your thigh as his hands slips up and down your bare legs. You freeze when you feel his fingers lock around your ankles, the sudden image of him cruelly tugging you into the water crossing your mind.

But Steve only lifts your foot up, licking his lips as he watches your white nail polish gleam in the sunlight. You gulp when he presses a kiss on your toe, before a dark, lustful look clouds his eyes and you pull away.

“Not here, Steve! Please!” You whisper.

“Why not? You’re my omega and I can do whatever I want with you, so–”

“Hey, Steve! Great weather, huh?”

Jake Jensen swims up to Steve, a comically wide grin on his face. He’s got a thick layer of white sunscreen all over his face, with an especially thick blot on the tip of his nose. And yet, he’s still sunburnt and slightly pink to match the shade of his salmon-coloured swimming trunks.  His eyes squint as he smiles at Steve – either because of the sun or because he’s not wearing his glasses.

Steve rolls his eyes, getting in front of you to block you from Jake’s view.

“Jensen, who the fuck invited you?”

“Uh, Ransom did? He invited the whole football team! This sure is a swell pool, huh, Steve? I’ve got one too – well, my parents do. But it’s not as big as this one.”

“I’m sure it isn’t.” Steve says drily, “Hey! Eyes on me, Jensen. Don’t even think about looking at her.”

“I wasn’t–”

“I know your angle, you fucking creep. Swimming over here and trying to act all casual so you can get a close up look at my girlfriend in her bikini.”

Jake blinks, his eyes zeroing in on you peaking over Steve’s shoulder. “I didn’t even notice her, actually, but–”

“Are you insulting my girlfriend now, Jensen? Are you fucking insinuating that she’s not noticeable?!”

“What? No–”

“Shut up, you fucking idiot. And get away from us. In fact, get out of the whole pool.” Steve points to the far corner of the backyard, where a jacuzzi bubbles away on its lonesome. “Go sit in there, Jensen. I’m banning your creepy ass from this pool. Now go before I kick you off the football team.”

You watch as Jake hurriedly swims away, a look of dismay on his face. “Steve, you shouldn’t be so mean to him– Hey!”

You yelp as your alpha’s muscular arms encircle around you, pulling you into the pool with a gentle splash. Your arms automatically go around his neck, and your legs – unable to reach the floor of the pool – instinctively wrap around his waist until you’re clinging to him like a koala.

“There. Now none of these creeps can stare at your body.” Steve’s hand slips down to squeeze your ass underwater and you jump in surprise, inadvertently rubbing your front against his crotch. His eyes darken and he clutches you closer, till you can feel his hard dick through his trunks rub against your mound which is barely concealed by your bikini. You fight yourself in order not to moan, shooting Steve a pleading look only to find that his eyes are too busy staring at your cleavage, which is ample and wet and pressed up against his chest.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, omega.” Steve says, leaning forward to kiss you roughly. He bites at your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as his hands continue to fondle you. You feel your walls clench but you have to remind yourself that you’re in a pool with a bunch of other people. Meanwhile, underwater, Steve’s hand slips under your bikini bottoms, cupping your bare ass cheek and jiggling it lewdly.

“Fuck, why’d you have to wear such a tiny, slutty bikini, huh?” Steve whispers, licking the shell of your ear sensually and sending thrills up and down your spine. “You think you can look this sexy and cute and I won’t fuck you in the middle of this pool right now?”

“B-But, Steve! You chose this bikini!”

“Don’t lie, baby omega.” He pinches your ass again before his fingers tug threateningly at the flimsy string holding your bikini bottoms to your body. “Now everyone’s staring at your hot, tight little body because they all want to fuck you. But they can’t, because that’s my job.”

“Please don’t take my bikini off!” You plead softly, as he continues to play with the strings of your bikini-bottoms. You try to swim away from him, but he holds on tightly to you, shooting you a warning look before his eyes grow distracted by your breasts again, and his hands cup them both.

“Who told you to tease me like this, huh?” He kisses up your neck, squeezing and fondling your breasts like an animal pawing at his prey, “Who told you to wear such a tight, sexy bikini and push your tits up so they look all sexy? God, you’re killing me, baby. And I know you’re doing it on purpose, just like you always do.”

You know Steve well enough at this point to realise that when he’s riled up and horny, he tends to accuse you of baseless things like leading him on purposely. But all you’re trying to do at this very moment is make sure he doesn’t slip his dick inside you at this pool party in front of everyone. Because Steve could really be a menace when he wanted to, and his libido knew no bounds. He would definitely fuck you in front of an audience, no questions asked. In fact, he’d happily do it.

“Who’s that?” You blurt out in a desperate bid to distract him. You look toward the gates where Ransom is greeting a pretty brunette girl who you’ve never seen before. Steve follows your gaze and snorts.

“That’s Marta, Ransom’s new girlfriend.”

“Oh. She’s very pretty.” You comment, taking note of how Ransom looks genuinely happy to see her. He picks her up and swings her around, and she laughs and bats him with her purse before they kiss.

“She’s a gold-digging slut.” Steve says darkly.

“What?”

“You heard me. She has a reputation for being the biggest gold-digger in New York and everyone knows it.” Steve holds you close, as if physically shielding you from getting influenced by Marta, who isn’t even looking at either of you. “Instead of getting a degree like the rest of us, she’s been steadily seducing half the male population in the city, and getting them to buy her whatever she wants.”

“But I thought you preferred it when omegas didn’t get degrees?”

You don’t know where the quip comes from, but you regret it as soon as the words leave your mouth. Steve shoots you a warning look and you quickly bow your head submissively, “I’m sorry.”

“You better be. One more slip-up like that and I’ll spank you in front of everyone,” Steve threatens before continuing, “Omegas have no business getting degrees, but they also have no business acting like gold-digging sluts. Anyways, all of us tried to warn Ransom but he’s a fucking idiot, clearly.”

You look towards the couple once again; Ransom is making Marta a personalised snow-cone, drawing a sloppily-drawn heart out of strawberry syrup on top of the shaved ice. Marta claps excitedly, giving Ransom a kiss on the cheek. They look pretty happy and genuine to you, but Steve probably knows better?

You mull over all this new information, “B-But Steve, you buy me tons of expensive stuff all the time. Do people think I’m a gold-digger?”

Steve presses a bunch of kisses on your neck, holding you tightly against him as if he’s afraid you’ll float away. “No, baby. No one would dare make that assumption about you, because I would kill them. And anyways, you’re too cute and innocent and humble to be a gold-digger. Not like Marta, who is a whore.”

You wrinkle your nose, “Steve, please don’t say that…”

“She is, though. She made Ransom buy her a Birkin bag when he’d only known her two weeks.”

You’re wondering why Steve seems so incensed over a simple bag when suddenly–

“You sure do love to gossip, don’t you, Steve?”

Natasha walks over to the corner of the swimming pool where you and Steve are. She’s wrapped a silky black sarong around her hips, and it looks good with her deep red bikini.

“And you sure do love to eavesdrop, don’t you?” Steve fires back, his grip on you tightening possessively.

Natasha rolls her eyes and looks from Steve to you, “Don’t listen to Steve. Marta’s a great girl, we used to go to the same yoga class a few years ago.”

“Of course, you think she’s great.” Steve remarks, sneering at Nat as if she’s a disease, but the redhead remains unperturbed, shooting him a sweet smile before looking back to you.

“Let’s hang out soon. I can fill you in on all the real gossip, and –”

“She doesn’t want to hang out with you.” Steve answers on your behalf. You wince, because it’s not true at all! You’d love to hang out with Natasha, and she’s always inviting you out, either to shop or grab brunch. But Steve never gives you permission to go, because he claims Natasha is a bad influence. You wish you were brave enough to stand up to Steve but you’re not, so instead you just shoot Natasha an apologetic look, and the redhead smiles understandingly back at you.

“Steve! Come on, we’re playing volleyball and you’re on my team!” Sam calls out from the other side of the pool.  

Steve makes a face before shouting back, “I’m busy with my girlfriend!”

“She can play too.” Bucky walks up with the volleyball under his arm, “She can be on my team, we could use an extra player since we got stuck with Jensen.” He gives you a meaningful stare, his cold blue eyes raking you up and down, making you shrink back into Steve. But the brunette alpha smoothly looks away as soon as Steve glances at him.

“Haha, very funny. Omegas don’t play sports.” Steve gives you a kiss on the cheek and a condescending pat on your bum which you’re happy is underwater so no one sees. His lips brush against your ear, “I’m gonna go play for a while, okay, baby?”

You nod, “That’s alright, Steve. I’ll just stay here.”

Steve looks at you, then at Natasha, then back at you before narrowing his eyes, “Don’t talk to her. Just watch me play, okay?”

“Okay.” You cross your fingers behind your back, hoping he won’t see.

He kisses you some more, claiming it’s a good luck kiss but it quickly turns into a good luck make-out before Bucky drags him away.

You climb out of the pool, regretting it instantly because you feel all wet and exposed. But Natasha hands you a big, fluffy towel, and you gratefully wrap it around yourself before she tugs you over to a couple of deck chairs.

“Steve is so bossy,” Natasha giggles, and you follow her gaze to the other side of the pool. There’s a net set up and Steve is already busy explaining strategies to his team members, before telling them exactly where to stand and what to do.

“Yeah.” You agree softly.

“I bet the only one he really listens to is you, am I right?”

Your eyes widen, “Oh no, Steve doesn’t really… I, uh, I could never tell him what to do.”

Natasha stretches and lays down on her deck chair, “I mean, I tell Thor to load the dishwasher or empty the drier, that kind of stuff.”

You look down to your lap, “Oh, well, Steve says that household chores are an omega’s job.” You pause, your eyes focused on Steve as he slams the volleyball straight at Jensen’s face. Jensen yelps, his glasses flying into the water as Steve laughs and high-fives Sam. You suddenly grow paranoid, wondering if your words will somehow get back to him. “I don’t mind doing the household chores at all, though! Actually, I find it very relaxing.” (This isn’t even a lie).

Natasha nods thoughtfully, “Yeah, I don’t mind it either. But you could definitely get Steve to help you out.”

You smile, not saying anything. You certainly doubted you could make Steve do anything.

The redhead sits up straight, “I’m serious, though! Next time you’re unloading the dishwasher, just be like ‘Oh no, these dishes…they’re so heavy!’ Trust me, watch how he’ll make you sit down and do it all himself. Alphas eat the whole ‘damsel in distress’ thing right up.”

You mull over it; maybe that would work… Steve never ever let you do any heavy-lifting around the house. You weren’t even allowed to take the trash out, and sometimes he’d even take the laundry basket out of your hands if it looked too heavy. “Baby omegas like you shouldn’t be lifting heavy things,” he’d always say.

Relaxing and sitting back, all warm in your fluffy towel, you listen as Natasha gives you more relationship advice. She tells you all the “little things” you can do to control your alpha, like dress up in sexy lingerie and withhold sex until he agrees to your demands. Or keep him on his toes by not answering his texts immediately, and ignoring him so that it drove him crazy. You knew most of these ideas would never work with Steve, but it was nice to listen to her speak anyways, plus it also gave you an interesting insight on her relationship with Thor.

Steve’s team wins the volleyball match, and he comes back to you with a smug smile on his face. Swooping you up in his arms and giving you the biggest kiss ever, till your cheeks are hot and your heart is racing.

“Did you see me?” He asks, kissing you all over your face as if Natasha isn’t a foot away from you two, “Did you see how I scored that last point?”

“Yes,” you lie, because you had dozed off for the past few minutes under the deliciously warm sun and the fluffiness of your towel, “You were really good!”

“Damn right. And did you see how bad Jensen was?”

Steve gives you a detailed play-by-play of the whole game, whilst also simultaneously carrying you off to the hot-tub in the corner of the yard. Natasha waves you goodbye before skipping over to Thor, and you watch her bat him on the shoulder before he throws her into the pool, jumping in after her.

“…and then Bucky rage quit because his team was so shit, and I think he actually left and drove home.” Steve shakes his head, “Classic Bucky. He can’t ever take a loss.”

He gently places you into the hot tub, and you sigh as you sink into the hot, steamy, bubbling water. It’s deep, almost up to your neck when you sit down. But Steve has other plans, hastily pulling you into his lap once he’s settled down as well. In fact, he places you right on top of his hard bulge, which is definitely noticeable underneath his trunks.

“So, is my baby omega gonna give me a reward for winning?” He pinches your ass, a mischievous glint in his eye. His hands settle on your hips, grinding you down against his bulge and smirking when you yelp and grab onto his chest and shoulders.

“Not here!” You gasp, earning another pinch to your ass.

“Really? Is that why you keep grinding your cute little butt on my dick?”

“I’m not!”

“Don’t lie to me, omega.” Steve draws you closer with his big hand on the back of your neck, kissing you roughly, his hands fondling every part of your body. He keeps one hand squarely on your ass, his fingers digging between your ass cheeks and prodding at your puckered hole through the thin material of your bikini. You gasp straight into his mouth, and he just smirks against your lips, not allowing you to break the kiss as his other hand slips up to squeeze your breast. His thumb brushes against your hard nipple, and he tries to pull your bikini top off before you manage to fend him away.

“Not here, Steve, please!” You beg, not knowing how far he’d go. His eyes are almost black with lust, as if he’s horny off of winning the volleyball game and impressing you. And a part of you knew this would happen, that this was inevitable the moment he made you put on this extra revealing bikini in the first place. But you’d hoped he’d have at least dragged you off somewhere private, instead of the hot-tub which was out in the open with everyone still milling around.

“Address me properly, baby omega.” Steve whispers in your ear, his tone dripping with lust. “And you shouldn’t have put on this slutty bikini if you didn’t want me to fuck you in front of everyone. All these guys have been staring at you all day. Now I have to show them all how I own you.”

His fingers play with the string that’s holding your bikini top together, his other hand now tracing shapes on the exposed skin of your butt cheek. He gives it a jiggle, smirking when you clutch him harder, your hands wrapping around his neck in an effort to calm yourself down.

“I think you should take your bikini off. Daddy wants to see your tits.”

You shake your head pleadingly, “No, Steve – I mean daddy – please, I can’t do that!”

He doesn’t even blink, his eyes focused on your cleavage which is practically spilling out of the bikini. He licks his lips, a carnality suddenly taking over his being and he grabs the flimsy cups of your bikini and pulls them downwards, exposing your breasts. You don’t even have time to react before his mouth latches on to one of your nipples, his other hand covering your other breast by squeezing it.

You bite your lip to contain your moan, but Steve moans freely around your nipple as he suckles it. His tongue licks sensually around your hardened peak, making you jolt in his lap. He holds you down firmly, digging his boner up between your ass. He sucks your nipple as if he’s starving, biting at it as if he wants to make you scream, but you stop yourself just in time.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” Steve tells you, “I almost lost concentration a few times during that volleyball game. All I could think about was you looking all cute and sexy, wearing this slutty bikini as if you were begging me to fuck you.”

“Daddy – ah! – can we do this at home please?” You ask, because now you can feel yourself getting turned on. Despite your embarrassment and discomfort, you can feel your pussy clench at his degrading dirty talk.

“No. And stop telling me to stop or else I’ll fuck you on that deck chair, right in the middle of everyone.” He stops suckling on your nipple for a second, pinching it instead as he looks at you thoughtfully, “Actually, no. Keep telling me to stop because I like it when you do that. Reminds me how weak and babyish you are.” He licks a stripe up the side of your face before kissing your cheek sloppily, “Beg me again, say: ‘daddy, please stop.’”

“Daddy, please stop!” You moan pitifully, your brain wanting him to stop but your body not quite agreeing as you feel your hips involuntarily jut against him. And you’re just about to lose control, just about to give in to him because he feels so good and he smells so enticing and he’s your daddy so he’s in charge and the omega inside you is purring and wanting to do exactly what he orders you to, and then–

“Mind if we join you guys?”

Ransom plops into the hot tub, with Marta hot on his heels. Your eyes widen, and Steve huffs in annoyance before pushing your bikini back up to cover your breasts. The tub is bigger than most, and big enough that Ransom and Marta are able to sit a few feet away from you and Steve. They’re too busy talking to notice anything, but Steve double-knots your bikini strings just in case, glaring daggers at the couple sitting across from you.

You try to slip off Steve’s lap after that, but he holds you in place and shoots you a warning look. So you sit there, your back against Steve’s chest and his hard dick poking angrily against your butt.

“I was just telling Marta how similar you and I are, Steve.” Ransom pipes up.

“Oh yeah? How so?” Steve asks sardonically. You can tell he’s pissed off at being interrupted, which is never a good sign. You remember once he was about to fuck you in the locker room before the coach had called him. Steve had been seething, and with all that pent-up sexual frustration, you knew you were in for it once he was done. Right now was no different.

Ransom sits back, his arm around Marta who sips coolly on a frozen strawberry daquiri. You hadn’t really paid attention to it, but there was also an open bar in the corner of the backyard, with the alphas taking turns making drinks. Thankfully, Steve hadn’t drank tonight – otherwise he’d have been ten times hornier than he was now.

“We’re both wifed up and in serious relationships.” Ransom draws Marta close, and she nuzzles her nose against his neck. “And you know what? Now I get what all the hype is about. Marta and I have been talking about marking each other up too, and –”

Ransom drones on and on, and you nod politely. Steve, on the other hand, stiffens underneath you. You can tell he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. What you didn’t count on is his dick driving up into you at that exact moment. You almost gasp out loud before covering it up by pretending to clear your throat. His hands rub up and down your thighs, and you’re so happy this is all happening under the water otherwise you’d never be able to live it down.

Marta excuses herself to get another drink, Ransom’s eyes following her as she leaves, a lovesick look on his face.

“Bro, you’re pathetic.” Steve sneers, and all the while his hands are slipping up till he cups your core through your bikini bottoms, making your breath hitch. “You’ve only been seeing her for two weeks.”

“So?”

“So, you need to chill the fuck out.”

Steve pushes your bikini bottoms to the side, exposing your bare core to the hot water. Fuck. His thick fingers probe and explore your slick folds, and you cannot believe what he’s doing because Ransom is only a few feet away from you guys. And Steve’s casually giving out advice as if he isn’t about to finger you under the water this very second!

Ransom sighs, “I know, but she isn’t just some random hookup, okay? I actually have feelings for her.”

You’re barely able to focus on the two alphas’ conversation, your face and neck heating up as you squirm on Steve’s lap. A part of you feels so degraded, sitting on your alpha’s lap as if you’re nothing more than a decorative toy for him to play with while he talks to his friend. It’s what he’s doing right now, his pointer finger circling your clit casually while he holds you close in his lap.

“If you want to be the dumbass who gets played by an omega, then suit yourself, bro.” Steve shrugs, focusing his attention back on you. Ransom looks torn, and you secretly hope he doesn’t take Steve’s advice too seriously. You don’t know much about gold-diggers or relationships in general, but Ransom and Marta look genuine from what you’ve seen. Not that you have time to dwell over their situation, because Steve chooses that exact moment to slip two fingers inside you.

“Oh, oh fu-” You cry out.

Ransom frowns, “You okay?”

“Don’t talk to my girl!” Steve warns.

“Ex-Excuse me.” You squeak, managing to get up off of Steve’s lap while he’s momentarily distracted. You step out of the hot tub before he can stop you, quickly wrapping yourself in your fluffy towel. “Bathroom.” You explain, before speed-walking over to the pool-house, inwardly praying you don’t slip and embarrass yourself in your hasty exit.

Heart drumming, you safely make it to the pool house and make a beeline for the bathroom. You’ve only just managed to catch your breath when the door opens and closes behind you. You barely have time to register what’s happening before Steve pushes you forward, bending you over the marble sink and giving you four hard slaps to the ass in quick succession.

“Bad girl.” Steve tuts, “What got into you, huh? Running away from daddy like that?”

“I’m sorry, I just… Steve it would’ve been so inappropriate to do that in front of everyone!”

“What’s inappropriate is slutty baby omegas like you wearing sexy bikinis to distract me. You forced my hand, baby.” He swiftly rips your bikini bottoms apart, squeezing your ass cheeks with both his hands, till you know his handprints will be imprinted on your skin. “Well, we’re all alone now, omega. There’s nowhere for you to run.”

He presses his hard dick against your wet folds, and you sigh involuntarily, rutting back against him. In the privacy of this bathroom, you can finally relax.

“I’m gonna fuck you on every inch of every surface inside this bathroom,” Steve promises darkly in your ear, sucking and biting at your earlobe before pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, “and then I’m gonna drag you outside and fuck you against the glass doors of this pool house. You got that, omega?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

THE END. I know i know i know that ended super abruptly, but trust me when i tell you i could’ve gone on and on and ON and this was just meant to be a small drabble!!! PLEASE tell me what you think and reblog pls!!! ily ily ily and this was really random and idek if it’s any good but please just let me know what you think! ALSO YES, steve is such a menace in this and idk if this is canon compliant but it’s a poyt drabble so here we goooo!!! LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OK BYE

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highway don't care (but i do, i do) by spacelabrathor (alpha!Thor x f!omega!reader - MCU)

Misery I Need by mwestbell (James 'Bucky' Barnes x Steve Rogers - MCU)

Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade by twelves_pastels (Erik Lehnsherr x Charles Xavier - X-Men: First Class)

All You Ever Needed to Know About Knotting by orphan_account (Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf)

Mix and Match by Jerakeen (Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf)

I Know You're a Mistake I Won't Regret by LunaCanisLupus_22 (Steve McGarrett x Danny 'Danno' Williams - Hawaii Five-0)

Wage Your War by Della19 (Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter - Hannibal)

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood by @soaps-mohawk (TF141 x omega!reader - COD)

Have a fic you want to recommend in this AU? Let me know!

[justjams2003]

Between Two Gods: 2-Caving in

I’m on a roll;)

Paring: Alpha!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Clark Kent

Summary: You finally cave in and decide to have pups

Warnings: Mostly just fluff, a very small bit of angst and talk about sexual themes. A/B/O

Word Count: 1,3k

You grunt, annoyed with the lack of pillows you seem to normally have on your bed. You came home after a long hard day, everything you’d been working on at work seemed to just be falling apart. You placed one simple task in the arms of a new intern and somehow, he managed to fuck it up entirely.  

He deleted one of your most important files on your computer, ‘by accident’ he claimed. You have the suspicion that he was a bit salty about working for a girl, or rather a girl omega. Wanting you to get fired so that he can take your job. To be honest you are thinking about it.  

Yes, you’ve always been hardworking and independent. You didn’t come from much and didn’t mind it either. Though you worked yourself to the bone, who said you enjoyed it? No, you did this all to ensure a good future for yourself. That was of course, assuming you would never find your mate.  

But you did, you found not one but two mates. Not any two mates either, two gods. One, a prince of not only the realm you live in but eight others. The second, a worldwide known journalist. Both superheroes with billionaires behind them, money was no problem.  

They made that quite well-known too.  One of them would leave their card at home, usually Thor since he’s not usually on earth during the day. Clark’s been ready for pups since the day he met you, even more so when you two met Thor. His presence made Clark itch to impregnate you with his Alpha. To raise pups with his Alpha and his Omega. It wasn’t much different for Thor.  

You, however, stayed strong that you love your job. That it is your life, that you couldn’t possibly just give everything up for pups. That you’ve work so hard to get where you are now and aren’t ready to be a mom yet. But to be honest, you’re lying to yourself. They’ve been trying to convince you of pups and you’ve kept on refusing.  

Now, though, you’re caving. And there not even here to see it! You stand up, grabbing all the pillows Clark had bought, for your heat, and throw it all on the bed. You’re not in your heat, it ended more than a week ago. They tend to be short due to the fact of the pure strength of your Alpha’s.

No, you need to nest. No, you need Clark and Thor to be here and surround you with their smell. To hold you and swear that they’ll make that stupid Beta pay. But you came home early after that experience, and they tend to work late. All you have is their clothes and their pillows, even their spare capes surround you in the bed.  

You’re bundled up and just sigh. Your walls are falling, and you miss your roots. The small, secluded town where everyone knows everyone. They were all rooting for you, and it broke your heart when your only parent passed. You haven’t seen your brothers in years, and you miss it. This big city isn’t for you.  

Clark would talk all the time of his childhood on the farm, the woods nearby his house and the community he was raised in. Thor too would tell of his glorious tales of playing in the woods by his castle, with his brother. You want that, you want many pups with a huge yard and woods and farms to play on and grow up in.  

You’re so engrossed in these fantasies of far away and being in and out of sleep that you don’t even hear Superman enter your apartment. You do notice when you feel his weight on you. When he you feel him wrap his heavy arms and legs around your body. He lays in silence, feeling the wave of confusing emotions coming from you.  

And when Thor comes home, he does the same as his Alpha. Finally, you’re surrounded by them and only them. “My princes, what’s the matter?” He asks, his voice much softer than usual. His nose buried deep in your neck with Clark on the other side.  

You fight against the sobs. “I want to move.” Your words lack to hold the pure number of emotions or true intentions. Clark and Thor give each other a look, both of their brows furrowed. “Of course, my love. Where to?” Clark replies, wanting to do anything to keep your tears from falling. It fails, dramatically, you’re not even sure why you’re so emotional.  

The lie you’ve been telling yourself is finally caving in. The boys, however, just didn’t know it would lead to such tears. “No, you don’t get it!” You bite your lip, trying to get to hold back your cries. Thor’s omega is breaking down and he decides to take over.  

He sits up straight and pulls you into his lap. “We can tell our princess is upset but we can’t do anything about us until you tell us what’s wrong. That means no yelling, omega.” There is the slightest tone of his Alpha voice, and it has you calmed down just as quick.  

Clark wipes off your tears and peppers kisses all over. “I want pups.” The words spew from your mouth and just as quick you’re surrounded by them again. They’re both ecstatic, a shit-eating grin on both of their faces. Their lips meet your body everywhere, but you’re quick to stop it.  

“But, I’m so scared,” again the tears form in your eyes. Clark wraps his arms around your waist and you lean your back into him. “Whatever for?” The Kryptonian questions, his neck deep into his mark on your neck. “We promise to be careful~” Thor finishes his mate’s sentence. Again, you shake your head, your omega instincts taking over and wanting to get to knotting as soon as possible.

“Everything is going to change. I don’t know where were going to raise them, because they might just be the new generation of Kryptonians but they might also be the new royalty of Asgard. I haven’t even met Odin. Not to mention, you both are huge! Clark, your mother told me you were 10 pounds when they found you, how is that going to fit out of me? And you Thor, I can only imagine!”  

They can tell the anxiety is flowing out of you. Thor lets out one of his iconic laughs, which forces you to freeze. “This is no laughing matter.” You cross your arms and pout. “We will have the best healers in Asgard. The pups will spend their vacations on Asgard, and they can choose who they want to be. Of course, we will have to have pups until one of them wants to be heir.” Thor mutters the last bit to himself.  

“Our Alpha is right; we will do everything to make sure you are safe.” Clark clarifies Thor’s rambles a bit easier for your tired brain to understand. A sigh of relief comes over you, and you nod. Realising that you don’t need to worry about yourself anymore. That your mates will take care of you.  

“Do you feel better?” Clark asks, hearing your heartbeat calm down. “Much. I don’t want to work anymore, I’m sick of it.” You sigh, placing your head on Thor’s shoulder. “Good, why don’t we get to work then.” He winks to Clark while placing you down on your back on the bed.  

You giggle at his words. “Thor, I need to be in heat for it to work.” He chuckles at your reply. “You’re stuck between two gods, my love. I’m sure something will stick.”  

[americasass81]

OMG no fucking way did you just do that Synth😂😂😂 The guys? You seriously just put the guys in charge of her security? I mean come on, if I wasn't smiling at that underhanded remark of how Steve found his wife, you definitely had me in stitches with this move. How exactly after all does one stalk their ex without coming across as a crazy stalker? Why they send you three of their best friends to watch over you and call it protection of course. Fucking loved it. And all of this while after he tucked into his steak while she walked away from him. Nice. I can't wait to see how she handles this.

Splinter - Two

Hehehe. Worlds are COLLIDING.

One

Dark! Alpha! Thor x Omega! Female Reader

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, world building, Alpha/Omega dynamics, intimidation. This is probably the last tame part for a while.

Summary | Your dream job provides prestige, security and a chance to shape your future. When one little mistake leads to Thor saving you in a time of crisis, his past promise comes back to haunt you.

“It was a star-studded night as two of the Avengers attended a charity gala for the Omega designation. Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes made their red-carpet debut with Captain Rogers’ ever elusive wife attending. Though she was not pictured alongside her husband, eyewitnesses report that Captain Rogers may just have a new role on the horizon: becoming a dad,” the reporter says with a cheerful smile.

Your slingback heel falls to the ground from your hand when you see Steve Rogers, posing with Bucky Barnes, unable to tear your eyes away from the screen before another clip of the gala is shown, Steve giving a speech.

“It is my duty, my one guiding principle in life, to stick up for those who can’t. I hope that I have done so thus far,” Captain Rogers says, charismatic smile on display.

“Do they know how you found your wife?” you mutter, picking up your shoe and slipping it on your foot, reaching for the remote and turning it off, Steve’s smug face disappearing.

You could never prove it, of course. Little whispers that the most advanced surveillance specialist had just given away her career was unheard of, even in your circles. No one questioning why, to this day, the position had never been filled.

Too many unspoken rules, too many hushed conversations that hid the truth.

Forcing yourself to file it away for later, the notification that the car has arrived pops on your cell, grabbing your purse and coat to head outside, locking the door and verifying that its closed. The half-run, half-walk to the waiting car is purposeful and with good reason.

Your first opening comments as a National Advisory Council Member of Intergalactic Diplomacy. Despite your sweaty palms, you’re prepared, going over your remarks at least five times since you had opened your eyes this morning.

“As a reminder,” your assistant Paloma interjects over the phone. “There will be Asgardians in attendance. I know you probably won’t mind but with the Intergalactic Alliance, there is a chance that he -”

“Thank you, Paloma.” Your hand grips your phone tighter. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s been months since you’ve seen him, since that fateful afternoon when you had ordered him out.

He had obliged, leaving you alone to pick up the pieces, rumors swirling that he and Jane had found their way back together. The nuisances of their relationship did not concern you, throwing yourself headfirst into work, learning all you could for it to lead up to this moment.

Asgardians or not, it doesn’t matter. You’ve worked hard to find a seat at the table and no one, not even an Asgardian God, is going to take that away from you.

“T-minus forty minutes until we go live,” Paloma reminds you. “You’re going to do great.”

⚡️

Paloma was right.

Asgardians clamor to be in attendance in the hall, their eyes on you when you walk past them.

They whisper your name, hushed voices fading once you reach the podium. You’d visited Asgard once in your life, when you were deep into wanting to know everything about Thor and his people. It was a world so much alike and unlike Earth that it unnerved you to think that one day he was planning to come back and rule as king.

You’d never be a queen.

You aren’t even sure if you ever wanted to be one as a child.

The audience quiets, multiple cameras on you, not a hair out of place when you finally lift your head to speak after being announced, applause quieting after a few moments.

“Thank you, Mr. Secretary General, your Excellencies, and ladies and gentlemen in attendance and beyond. I am here today to discuss our worlds and our role in creating an open dialogue of trust,” you begin, taking another breath. “With the newly formed Intergalactic Diplomacy Division, I am pleased to be a part of such an important agency as we recognize that our world is unique. It presents many challenges as we all work toward an understanding of what intergalactic diplomacy looks like in an ever-changing universe. It is crucial that we listen to understand, to listen for solutions and not to listen to react.”

The door opens, Thor strolling in his Asgardian garb, his red cape flowing out behind him, cameras panning to him as you swallow, ignoring him and the delectable scent that reaches your nose.

He keeps his attention on you, the cameras panning back to you.

“It is my hope that we share our strengths, our challenges and our opportunities for a bright future ahead. For us to be strong together, we must first be vulnerable with what we do not know, be willing to be educated and to open our minds and hearts to others that we may not readily understand. Our future is bright and will only become a reality when we work together. Thank you for your time.”

Thunderous applause erupts, with Thor standing up, Asgardians following suit.

Paloma’s voice is in your ear, telling you that you did a fantastic job, multiple people surging forward to shake your hand, the room slightly spinning with how often you have to greet well-wishers.

You try to block Thor’s never fading smile out of your head and his direct eye contact that seemingly burned into your soul when you’re ushered into a conference room for a talk through.

⚡️

“I didn’t expect the future King of Asgard to be in attendance,” Robert chuckles, looking up from his notes. “It’ll do wonders for media. You know Thor can’t be bothered to show up to these events.”

“I think I know why,” Susan says with a wink in your direction. “Did you tell him you were speaking?”

“No,” you reply through gritted teeth. “I did not.”

“Well, it worked out for us. Great job with the pace. I could really feel your passion in the message,” Robert praises, sitting back in his chair. “You aren’t with him anymore, are you? I think he was dating that physicist, Dr. Jane something, I believe? Whatever happened with you and him?”

“I’m sure she doesn’t want us in her business,” Susan answers for you, noting your discomfort. As Omegas go, she’s astute. “You did a great job today. You should be proud.”

“Now that it’s over, I can relax.”

Robert laughs at your comment, shaking his head.

“Not by a longshot. You embody our cause. Your journey is just beginning. I hope you’ve dusted off that passport.”

⚡️

Paloma meets you outside the conference room, beaming with pride as you walk out together. 

“The Asgardians being present? That was wild!” she exclaims. “How did you pull that off?”

“I didn’t,” you respond, seeing her confusion.

“So then… Thor…”

“That was all him.”

“Romantic,” she sighs, clutching her clipboard.

“Romantic that he broke up with me months ago to stare me down during my first media spot? I think we differ on what romantic means.”

“Oh, I just, I didn’t,” Paloma mumbles, her cheeks going red. “I didn’t realize how that sounded. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’ll be better when I’m in the car.”

“Then let’s get you there.”

By the time the door opens, Paloma’s steps halt at the sight of Thor, surrounded by throngs of his people.

“Ah,” he says with a wave of his hand. “There she is.”

The Asgardians begin to applaud, Paloma looking over as you force a polite smile,

“I wanted to extend my appreciation for your comments today. It is my hope that we come to a strong understanding of interstellar people and Midgardians as well,” Thor continues, cameras flashing as he smiles, giving you a sly up and down gaze. “We are in your ever capable hands.”

“Thank you,” you respond quickly, Paloma ushering you into the car, seeing Thor watch you as Paloma waves for the driver to take off.

Looking out from the backseat, Paloma picks up her phone, dialing a number.

“I think it might be helpful if you have some security, don’t you?” she asks nervously.

You don’t have the heart to tell her that it’s pointless to fight against a god.

⚡️

Your phone rings twice, enough for you to answer it, a towel wrapped around you when you answer.

“Hi.”

“Thor,” you respond, unable to hide the irritation from your voice.

“I wanted to ask for a truce.”

“We weren’t fighting.”

“Is that the wrong word? Bruce told me to ask for a… branch?”

“Olive branch,” you respond tersely. “You already showed up to my media spot.”

“You needed support. Asgardians are excited for the news. They were happy to come.”

You feel a ripple of guilt for being irritated when he frames it that way, remembering the little children in attendance. 

“Well… thank you. I appreciate it.”

“And I wanted to ask about the olive branch. Have dinner with me.”

“Dinner?” you repeat, chewing on your lower lip. 

Dinner means a chance to relive the memories – good and bad – and make small talk about things you know either of you won’t care about. He’s moved on and you have too, in your own way. Dating hasn’t been an option, neither has even thinking about uploading a picture of a dating site, let alone signing up for one.

It seems harmless, this ask, to have one dinner and have it be done. Your confidence from the media event makes you wonder if you’re allowed to ask him questions about things you’ve only wondered about.

Maybe you shouldn’t wonder anymore.

Maybe you should demand.

“Okay,” you reply.

“Perfect. I’ll meet you around seven? I’ll give the details to your assistant.”

“Seven sounds fine.”

“See you then.”

⚡️

Gone is the red cape, replaced with a black sweater and black pants, his blond hair tied in a loose bun as he listens intently on what you’ve been working on.

You’ve tried to keep it light, ignoring the ways he sneaks in comments of how he misses you.

“I saw Steve on TV,” you continue, trying to change the subject. “The news says his wife is pregnant.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?” you press gently, Thor taking a bite of his dinner. 

“Hmm as in… hmm. Interesting.”

“So you will not confirm or deny.”

“It is not my business to share. That is Steve’s.”

He has a point. You try another angle, hoping to get some traction from it.

“I’m sure you’ve seen her. Does she ever miss her old job?”

Thor sighs, looking at you as he swallows.

“Why does she interest you so much all of a sudden?”

“All of a sudden? She was on TV, they mentioned her.”

“She’s Steve’s wife, why wouldn’t they?”

“She allegedly gave up her job for him? She was the surveillance director! That’s a big deal.”

“Is it?” he asks. “Or was it that she rearranged her priorities? Maybe Steve came first and then work fell to wayside.”

Frowning at his assumption, you shake your head.

“Didn’t seem like the sort.”

“Well, she was.”

You both eat in silence for a moment, background conversations taking over while you seemingly retreat from asking any additional questions about her. There’s no point if Thor is going to be so tight lipped, which only makes you more suspicious.

After a moment, he sighs, placing his knife and fork down.

“I want to talk about us.”

You sit still, waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t like being apart. I know I hurt you and I hurt myself in the process. I think we need a fresh start.”

“A fresh start,” you repeat, nodding at his words. “A fresh start before or after you were seeing Jane?”

“I wasn’t seeing Jane until we were completely done.”

“And what changed?”

“She’s a Beta, for Gods’ sakes. We were incompatible, you know that.”

“Didn’t exactly stop you from dumping me.”

You can see the flash of anger in his eyes, quick but palatable. He doesn’t like your tone – you can tell that by the tick in his jaw – but that doesn’t stop you from feeling free enough to speak your mind. You aren’t his anymore and there are no boundaries you need to be mindful of.

“I didn’t dump you, you left me no choice but to leave a once fulfilling relationship because you wanted to chase a dream. A dream that has come true and while I am happy for you, you know that you and I belong together.”

“You could have thought about that before you cleared out your things.”

“I need you to listen and understand me clearly,” Thor counters, his tone low. “Listen to me very carefully.”

At your silence and the set of your jaw, he lifts his head with a smile.

“You have made your point. I hear you loud and clear. I want a reconciliation. You and I make sense. You need me, especially with this job you’ve decided to take on.”

“I did need you, once,” you agree meekly. “I appreciate the dinner, Thor, I really do. I’m glad we had a chance to catch up and I wish it was under a better circumstance. But I can’t go through that again. I’m sorry.”

You can see his eyes darken when you stand, placing your napkin on the table.

“Goodnight,” he bids tersely, seeing you walk away.

Smiling to himself, he cuts into his steak, popping a piece of meat into his mouth.

“As if you have a choice in the matter,” he muses to himself.

⚡️

Paloma seems pleased with herself when she enters your hotel room with a paper drink tray filled with coffees.

“You’ll never guess what I managed to do,” she greets you excitedly, plopping down on a chair.

Packing the last of your things, you stop for a moment.

“What?”

“I got you twenty-four seven, around the clock security.”

“From where?”

“After you left, I was able to talk with some security agencies and before I knew it, they were able to offer three names. I have them on retainer but we can move onto a contract since it’s covered. They’re on their way up to be interviewed. I figured you’d want to have the final say.”

The knock at the door sends Paloma running, looking through the peephole before she flings the door open.

Your phone rings at the same time, Thor’s number popping up as something tells you to answer it.

“I was hoping to catch you before they arrived,” Thor says, your eyes going to the opened door. “But I forgot to tell you. Inked a security detail for you. Robert and Susan were overjoyed to know you would be in such great hands.”

You recognize them, the burly and massive men standing in a straight line.

Fandral, Volgstagg and Hogun.

“I trust you won’t be looking for any additional security since they know how important their job is to protect you by any means necessary.”

Paloma turns around, nodding her head excitedly as you swallow hard.

“What do you think? They’re great, right?”

[ashdreams2023]

can you do an image with alpha loki smelling stranger omega readers scent when just having come to earth for the first time and him just silently going up to reader and nuzzling into her neck and thor just starts apologizing for his actions

I love your account and hove read allmost every post I have been looking for a story like this for ages can you please do this 😭🙏

I got you! Although just fair warning I’ve only written a couple of those

Alpha loki x omega reader

Something about Midgardian scents they were just not quite right to Loki’s senses, they were either too strong or too faint, and nothing in between.

At least that’s his first impression when they first landed, but maybe that was his impression because they landed in the park, in the middle of a weekend, where scents were literally everywhere at the same time.

As an alpha, a royal one at that, omegas threw themselves at his feet, he knew he had a strong commanding scents that made many drool but he had yet to find a scent that just felt right.

"Brother i promise this will be great, especially since what happened last time"

"Brother what happened to you was unfortunate but due spare me the story telling again"

Thor was the opposite of Loki, he seemed always delighted to welcome new scents and even the ones he clearly couldn’t handle.

His brother was good guy, the non picky, no easily irritated one by scents.

The compound was not as significant as asgard was of course but it was decent, there was decent scents, like Clint, he was a beta, a citrus smell reeked from him and tony who who Loki thought was an alpha with this much power and ego but surprisingly was just a spoiled omega, he smelled like warm milk and tea.

The other scents were just tolerable.

This visit was just unnecessary but Thor insisted on him meeting his work buddies.

For Thor’s credit everyone was just going on their casual routine and not paying much mind to Loki’s presence.

He walked around the area in boredom while Thor blabbered about some invention stark was working on and then it hit him.

Light lavender mixed with strawberry cake.

It was sweet, not overwhelming and not too faint, but just delicious, something that made his insides twists and crave for more.

He followed it, all throughout the halls and until he stopped in front of the hospital wing of the place, he opened the door quietly and peeked inside.

Then he saw you, sitting there organizing some medical equipment in the cabinet, also your butt looked scrumptious in those jeans.

He walked in with light feet and kept his scent on low, he breathed in the sweet smell in the air, you were calm and comfortable, so your scent covered the entire room, Loki could drown himself in it.

There was a pause when you noticed a shadow looming over you and before you could figure out who it was he nose was pressed your neck, it startled you but then he let his own scent surround you, musk and dark chocolate.

"Oh?" Was all you could say, your body seemed to have a mind of it’s own, you were leaning into him, he felt nice.

"Brother! My lady please forgive him he is not familiar with earthly customs!" Thor tried to push Loki away but his brother growl at him, literally growl.

"No! Oh my days, Loki this is inappropriate-"

"He’s your brother?" You said not moving an inch away "he’s the one that you’re always talking about? Loki?" You looked up at the alpha holding you.

The green eyed man smirked "The one and only, little omega" you felt your cheeks heat up and bit on your bottom lip.

"My lady please forgive his behavior, he’s…he’s as you Midgardians say it…special?"

You smiled at Thor "it’s ok, his scents is nice and it’s not like he’s trying to mate mark me" you pulled away and took a good look of his face, handsome.

Loki watched you with curiosity as you lifted your finger and touched his sharp fangs "I think I can watch him for you a little bit if you want to catch up with Bruce, he seems friendly" you chuckled at the frown that appeared on Loki’s face.

Thor stared between you two for a minute before realizing what was going on "Oh… well then, I will see you when it’s time to go home brother…but behave yourself!"

"He’s suffocating"

"No, he only cares about you"

Loki bit the inside of his cheek then went back to nuzzling his nose against your neck, his body visibly melting into your scent.

You can definitely get used to this.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 18

Marvel AU

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

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

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

Chapter Summary: Pietro decides to involve himself.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of witchcraft.

After days of Steve’s complaining, pacing and grumpiness and no sign of you leaving the house, Pietro decides to take matters into his own hands.

He starts by pulling out his grandmother’s old recipe for Sokovian stew. It’s a pack favourite and Pietro is going to use it to try and bribe the pair of you to do something. For you that means stepping out the house. For Steve it’s taking on some advice he might not want to hear.

Steve hasn’t stopped watching Stark’s cottage for more than a few minutes at a time and that’s only when he’s forced to because he needs a bathroom break. Sam, Bucky and Clint have taken it in turns to sit with him. Thor had offered but before Steve had chance to answer Bucky and Clint had both snapped a no, blaming him for scaring you off the first time.

Steve continued to watch you night and day, forcing himself awake for the three days that followed you shutting the door. Sitting on the deck of his uncles old run down cabin, as he rocked back and forth in a rocking chair, trying his best to get a look at you. His attention was pulled away as the chatter of Pietro and Sam made their way towards him and Bucky, who sat to his left on the deck. He watched as they appeared up the rocky steps that led from the main pack area. The spot, that amongst the acres and acres of land, they’d decided to call home but it had never a hundred percent felt like home. Now though with you just steps away it did. The pack was still unsettled after the events of the last few months. Pietro being taken. Natasha repeatedly going AWOL and her getting injured. You. The back and forth with Logan’s pack and the others nearby. Hydra. Agatha. Pietro. And then you again.

Pietro continues to recover but the pack are still bristly with each other. It didn’t help that Wanda’s heat had started early, triggering Natasha’s rut. The two of them relaxed for the first time in months kick starting their systems again. They were both key members of the pack. Knowing this, Pietro decided he’d fill their role for a moment and give the gift of Wanda’s caring (the stew) and Natasha’s advice (albeit sometimes unwanted advice).

Bucky slipped from the chair at the side of Steve and wished Pietro luck with a squeeze of the shoulder, gesturing for Sam to follow him as he went down the steps. Confused but sensing something was going on, he raised an eyebrow but followed anyway.

Pietro set down the basket he’d borrowed from Laura, and pulled out two bowls, spoons, napkins, a thermos, a small chopping board, a bread knife and a loaf of bread.

He placed the bread on the board and started to carve it and watched as Steve’s eyes returned to the cottage.

“How is our Luna today?”

“Ignoring me.”

“No change then?”

“No.” Steve huffed

“Did you ever wonder Captain why she keeps you away? Keeps her distance?”

“Logan mentioned she’d been hurt in the past. To give her sometime. He didn’t say much else.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“What?”

“I asked what you thought. Not what Howlett said.”

Steve’s brow furrowed.

“How do you feel about all of this Captain? Your mate just there? The fates weaving to bring you together over and over? To have your second chance over there in Stark’s cottage.”

Steve felt a lump form in his throat and tears sting his eyes.

“You Captain, have us. She has nobody.”

Steve felt his alpha jump forward and growl.

“She has Castle and Russo.”

“But not how you think. Her friendships are just that. Friendships. They don’t bring the security of family or pack.”

Steve huffed and looked back at the cottage.

“You need to change your approach. My mother and my grandmother used to say that a way to a woman’s heart, especially an omega’s, is to show her what a good alpha you can be. You sit here brooding, grumbling and staring, where is your love, affection, gifts?”

“I can’t get through that damn shield.”

Pietro sighed.

“I see now what it is.” He replied, accent thick. “You are out of practice Captain. Here, I’ll show you.” He pulled out another thermos and another small loaf of bread wrapped in a napkin. “I am not out of practice. I’ll teach you.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as Pietro stepped off the deck and made his way over to the cottage. He stood quickly, concerned that you’d throw him across the grass like you’d throw him down the path days earlier. He also didn’t want him flirting with you. He went to follow but Pietro called out to him as he went through the front gate and headed towards your shield.

“Do not worry Alpha. She will not hurt me.”

When Pietro reached the shield he glanced around at the windows to see if you were watching and although he couldn’t see you, part of him knew you were. His position had brought him to the front of the house and he wondered if he should go to the side as Sam and Bucky had when unloading your car. Moving would mean Steve would have to move too and that might piss you off. He decided instead to unscrew the lid of the thermos. It didn’t take long for the front door to creep open. Pietro smirked to himself.

“Can I help you?” Your voice called out firm and annoyed.

“I bring you offerings Luna.”

He heard you snort with laughter and then heard your voice again.

“It’s not harvest or solstice.” You replied as you appeared in the doorway. Steve and Pietro both felt themselves go rigid at the sight of you. Your hair was pulled in a messy bun and you were wearing a long black dress that could have been nightwear. It hugged your body in all the places it should. Even with the matching robe-like cover up over the top they could see the shape of your body, including the curve of your breasts. Your skin was glowing a little and you looked like some sort of dark goddess.

Pietro has only seen you briefly during the fight as he’d dipped in and out of consciousness, and now he couldn’t help but be in awe of you.

“You’re Pietro.” You said as you made you way toward him. “You were one of the hostages.”

“I was. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to bring you this. A thank you Luna.” He said as he held out the thermos towards the shield.

“Is that the only reason?” You said a smirk on your face, sensing their was more to what was happening.

“No, of course not.” He replied, before lowering his voice to a whisper. “I try and teach these idiots on how to speak to omegas and our Luna, and I like to, how is it you say, one up? Yes one up, Bucky and Sam by giving you first gift and offering.”

You heard a growl come from Steve and a ‘hey, not cool’ from the direction of the bushes and trees near to the path you had seen the pack using over the last few days.

Pietro smiled at you widely.

“You see what I have to deal with Luna.”

You laughed in return.

“Please take the stew Luna, it is my grandmother’s recipe and Laura baked the bread especially, not only will you make us happy, I will one up them, and the Alpha will stop worrying about your eating.”

You glanced over Pietro’s shoulder and caught Steve’s watchful gaze. Your omega practically belly rolled forward to see him, as your white wolf tried to act nonchalant. You snapped your eyes away from Steve and looked back at Pietro.

“Are you always like this with each other?”

“Yes Luna of course.” He said a wiry grin on his face. You smiled and shook your head.

“Poor Steve.”

You heard Steve let out a small huffed laugh.

“Fine. I will play your games Maximoff but I counter it by saying I will take this stew and I shall enjoy it but that Alpha needs to sleep in a bed. A proper bed and not in that cabin. It looks like it’s about to fall down.” You said pointing at Steve.

You could hear back and forth between Sam and Bucky coming from the tree line and sighed.

“And tell those two to take their ridiculousness out of the poison ivy.”

You opened the shield slightly as Pietro passed you the thermos, now with the lid back on and the bread. You noted how despite his cheekiness, he remained respectful and didn’t try and edge forward or step through the gap.

“Thank you Pietro, and please tell Laura thank you too.”

“I will, and I shall do my best to relay your messages to the Alpha and the idiots.”

“Thank you.”

You turned and went back toward the house. The four of them watched transfixed by the swing of your hips. Pietro turned back as you shut the door and smiled at Steve. Steve shook his head in disbelief.

“And what has that achieved?”

“She’s taken a gift from the pack. She opened the shield even just a little, and she wants you to sleep. So as much as you annoy our Luna, she worries too.” Pietro replied as he dropped down in the chair beside Steve.

“And now what?” Asked Steve.

“Now you eat your stew. Then you sleep like your mate asked you to, and tomorrow Captain? Tomorrow you chop wood.”

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Heal - I

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (female)

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🦅 Summary: As a nightmare doesn’t ease up, you have no choice but to take the plunge and try to wake Bucky.

Warnings: Descriptions of sexual assault, violence, forced knotting and claiming/marking, trauma, bond breaking, angst, injured reader, near death experience, lots of emotions, smut

Word count: 1,725

You were well accustomed to Bucky's screams in the night. Although they were a regular occurrence, they still made your bones shiver and forced you to clamp your hands over your ears to try and block them out. You usually held your breath until you heard Steve barge into his room to calm him down, but you still found yourself sleepless in the hours remaining until dawn.

Part of you wanted to run for the hills. Part of you wanted to slide into his bed and wrap your arms around him, pulling him against your chest and whisper sweet nothings into his messy hair. That part was bigger, but it was also more terrifying. Because even though every part of your anatomy gagged for the only alpha you had only truly wanted, you were also shit scared of him. Not of the Winter Solider, which most people were, but of him. Of Bucky. Of the rejection you'd know you'd have to face if he knew how you felt. Because even though you knew he wasn't actually your alpha, and you knew he would never be interested, you weren't sure you could survive actually hearing him say it. Which was the reason why you kept your distance and protected your sanity.

But tonight was different. Steve was on a mission, accompanied by Sam, Natasha and Tony. That meant only you and Bucky were sleeping on your floor of the compound, with Bruce and Clint a level below and Thor away in Asgard. So when those petrifying sounds ricocheted through your skull, you knew you were the only one to hear them. Which meant you had no choice. You had to go to him.

Your legs were trembling beneath you as you inched towards your bedroom door, opening it as quietly as possible and shuffling through without lifting your socked feet off the floor. Your chest felt like it was about to explode as your heart boomed with such ferocity and you had to keep reminding yourself to breathe as you fumbled your way towards his room. You chewed on your lip as you rested a hand on the doorknob, bracing yourself what you might be about to enter into. You knew that sometimes Bruce had to come and sedate him, and there were even times when both Steve and Bucky had emerged the next morning with busted up faces from having a physical fight. Sure, you were a well trained agent who never usually shied away from a fight, but this was different. You knew you'd never be able to hurt Bucky, even if he was the Winter Solider. Put in that situation, in the situation you were in now, you were just a vulnerable omega who couldn't even stand her own ground.

Another shrieking cry jolted you out of your thoughts and you whimpered involuntarily. This was not the cry of a violent man, but that of someone in extreme pain. Without hesitation, you flung the door open and ran in, taking barely a second to survey the layout of the foreign room before you were at the beside. Bucky was still asleep, his eyes screwed shut as he grimaced and panted. Sweat coated his forehead, his hair sticking to it as well as the pillow that had started to slide up against the headboard as he tossed and turned.

"Bucky-" you could barely hear yourself over the sound of the blood coursing through your veins, which meant he certainly hadn't. You cleared your throat, barely trusting yourself to try again, before speaking up. "Bucky!" This time you leant forward, shaking his damp shoulders to try and bring him back to reality. "Bucky its okay, you're okay. C'mon, wake up for me, you're okay", you brushed the hair from his face, cupping his cheek. You were pushing back the panic that was forming at the proximity you were to him and you instead used it to your advantage, touching him in the ways you had only dreamed in order to bring him out of his own.

Just as you were about to consider that this was a losing battle, Bucky froze. His eyes flew open and you let go of his face, stumbling backwards in shock. "Bucky, I-". Suddenly you were back where you started, a trembling mess whose instinct was to drop to her knees and submit to her alpha. He sat up straight, staring straight at you as his chest heaved with uneven breaths.

"Y/N?" He tilted his head slightly and squinted in the darkness as you tried to sustain a whimper. Your stomach was churning and you clamped your legs together as you willed the slick to retract.

"Are you okay?" you whispered with a gulp. He nodded, relaxing slightly as he ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Yeah. Thank you."

You nodded and started to glance around the room, unable to look at him any longer. You had awoken your alpha from his precious slumber without his permission, and although you knew that was the right thing to have done, your hormones were saying otherwise.

"Are you okay?" You were surprised to hear the words come out of Bucky's own mouth, but as you glanced over at him and noticed his flaring nostrils, you hung your head in shame. He could clearly smell the panic that was overtaking your body and you probably reeked of omega right now. Sure, you'd never explicitly hidden your status from your colleagues, but you kept it private, dealing with your heats yourself and using your suppressants discreetly. You chewed on your lip once again, this time tasting blood as you nodded and tried to compose yourself. With a sigh, Bucky pulled back the bedsheets and beckoned for you to come forward.

"C'mon, you can't just stand there. I feel terrible and you need to relax. Hell, so do I. Come here, will you."

You were frozen on the spot, not entirely sure what he was asking. He sensed that, closing his eyes for a second as he snorted under his breath.

"Omega. Come and sit with me."

Well now you had no choice. You practically flew off the floor and under the covers, welcoming Bucky's flesh arm as it snaked around your back and you curled up into his shoulder.

"Sorry," you mumbled without looking up.

"Don't be," you felt Bucky's stubble brush against your cheek as he shook his head. "I forgot how scary a tormented alpha can be. Let alone a tormented alpha who used to be a brainwashed assassin. You should have just let me ride it out."

"I couldn't do that," you rushed out, already starting to relax and feel more comforted than you had in a long time. His scent was intoxicating, and although he still smelt of fearful memories, it was still comforting to you because it was distinctly him.

You lay like that in silence for a while longer until at some point, you drifted into oblivion. It was a dreamless sleep, wrapped in your alpha like you'd always wanted.

Until it wasn't. While you might have been calmed, Bucky was not. He hadn't fully come out of the nightmare, and he had hoped that having you against him would help that. Admittedly he was ashamed the omega he'd been pinning for since coming to live at the compound had to see him in that state, but he couldn't pretend that having her in his bed was a completely knew kind of comfort. Except Bucky hadn't shared a bed with another in over 40 years, so when he inevitably slipped back into that same nightmare, the feeling of a warm body against his disorientated him. It was strange and it was not supposed to be there. The only reason it could be there was if it was going to harm him.

Your eyes flew open the second the cold metal squeezed your windpipe. You wanted to call for Bucky, but it was no use; the creature hovering above you was not him. Yes, it was his body, but his mind was asleep, and the pieces that still remained of the Winter Soldier had pushed forward to the surface. You tried to claw at his hands, at his face, at anything but it was no use. He was a pent-up alpha assassin, fuelled by an artificial super serum. You were no match.

As you wined through his grasp, the nightmare-frenzied Bucky started to take in the girl beneath him. The omega beneath him. She wasn't here to murder him; she was here to test him. Maybe she was a gift, or maybe she was a slave. Either way, she smelt amazing, and his body was yearning for her. His toes curled as he reached down and freed his throbbing penis, letting it rub against her bare legs.

You cried out as you suddenly realised what was going on. He wanted you. Not in the way that you wanted him, but he wanted to take you. To have you. To violate you. You tried to break free as much as possible, weakly kicking against him and pulling at his hair, but it was no use. Although he was no longer choking you, his metal hand remained stern around your neck to hold you in place, applying just enough pressure to halt any cries that tried to escape. His flesh hand meanwhile was pawing at you, squeezing your nipples hard before fisting your vagina. What only hours ago had been crying out for him was now locked up and trying desperately to reject his efforts, which only made him try harder.

"Bucky, please" you mumbled but it was no use - he was gone. This was not your Bucky. Your Bucky would hate himself for this. Your Bucky would certainly never want to look at you again after this. Just as you started to drift away, to blur out what was going on and sink into nothingness, you felt the full force of his penis lurch into you and you had no choice but to succumb to his thrusts. It wasn't until after he had ridden you so hard you bled that he let his knot pop and he sunk his teeth into the tear-soaked gland just below your jawline. Only then did you fully collapse into the darkness.

🫀Part II

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Series is complete now.

The hammer masterlist

Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would never accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settling down. What happens when your worlds collide…

Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader; former Alpha!Fandral x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, awful boyfriend, pack dynamics, Thor being a douche, a/b/o dynamics, true mates, more to be added

The hammer - Prologue

The hammer (1)

The hammer (2)

The hammer (3)

The hammer (4)

The hammer (5)

The hammer (6)

The hammer (7)

The hammer (8)

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Marvel Master List

A list and links to all of my Marvel fanfiction works, from 2014 to present. This includes stuff I posted on other sites, not just on Tumblr. I apparently had too many stories to fit on one post so I had to separate them. Here is the list to all lists -> Master of Master Lists

If any of the links are broken or you have suggestions to make the list easier to navigate, let me know.

Pink heart divider by @superawesomelurkaccount

The shity Marvel divider was made by me in MS Paint. (Feel free to use it if you want, just give me credit for the mess I made please, thank you.)

Spideypool (Wade Wilson x Peter Parker)

Won't Wake Up Compared to Them What You Think About What Would They Say? (Part 1 of Picking Peter Up From School trilogy.) One or the Other Let Me Be Happy Left Hanging Forever What They Say (Part 2 of Picking Peter Up From School trilogy.) What Do I Care (Part 3 of Picking Peter Up From School trilogy.) A Moment To Mope An Average Morning With Steve Stark-Rogers He's Cold No One Would Care (Can be platonic.) How Peter Got Sick A Hot/Cold Date He Get's It An Omega/Alpha Story Why Did You Leave? Coming Out of the Closet It's Gotta Be Your Name  Won't Look (Part 1 of Crossdressing trilogy.) Gonna Burst (Part 2 of Crossdressing trilogy.) Wing Fic Can't Wait Forever Spideypool Go To See The Deadpool Movie High School AU (Side Stony and Brutasha) Not How It Was Supposed to Go (Part 3 of Crossdressing trilogy.) Worth The Risk (Sequel to Hot/Cold Date) All That Work, Gone One Small Step at a Time Aunt May to the Rescue Welcome Home Neko AU (Catboy) Oral Knotting Just Us

Stony (Tony Stark x Steve Rogers)

Different, But Nice A New Kind of Team Work Not Like Other Nights I Know How You Feel (With some Stucky) Waiting For the Perfect Moment An Average Morning With Steve Stark-Rogers We Need To Talk What You Tell Them Steve's Birthday Present Coming Out of the Closet Never There But Won't Go Away Someone to Listen Papa Bird This Isn't Working Our Secret Little Game

Superfamily (Steve and Tony are Peter's parents.)

Compared to Them One or the Other An Average Morning With Steve Stark-Rogers He's Cold Unlike Father Unlike Son Unlike Father Unlike Son (Extra) A, Tiny, Early Superfamily Christmas Story  Coming Out of the Closet It's Gotta Be Your Name 

Stucky (James "Bucky" Barnes x Steve Rogers)

I Know How You Feel (With some Stony) Are You Worried About Me?

Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr)

God Help Me

Reader-Insert

Clueless (Thor x Reader) Woman in My Bed (Loki, Tony Stark, Charles Xavier, Steve Rogers, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, Erik Lehnsherr, Peter Parker, Logan, and Bruce Banner x Reader)