#alpha johnny storm x omega reader

[royalsweetteaa]

To be claimed

Pairing: alpha!Johnny Storm x omega!reader

WARNING - the following story contains: sexual themes/tension, A/B/O verse, tiny bit angst, fluff, talks about mating/bonding, P in V sex, knotting, scenting, kissing/biting, brief fingerfucking, dirty talk, jealousy, slight possessive behavior, pet names.

Summary: Johnny wants you to bond with him but you hesitate to go through with it, - for whatever reason.

Second person POV

You and Johnny were taking a walk around the park on the weekend, spending time to unwind from an intense week. You were walking behind Susan and Richard, who were going into a discussion of where to spend their vacation this summer, which left you and Johnny to talk for yourselves about whatever was on your minds, - in this case about being claimed.

Richard and Susan were newly mated, their mating glands freshly bitten and swollen. Johnny hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off the pair since then, - admiring how his sister had taken the next step with the science nerd of the bunch.

“That could be us, you know. Claimed and bonded, just like these two lovebirds. Haven’t you ever thought about it?” Johnny asked, intertwining his fingers with yours in a tight grip.

You swallow and shy away, lowering your gaze to ignore Johnny’s blossoming bonding fever. “Of course I have..” you reply meekly. “But I think it’s too soon, don’t you think?”

Johnny narrowed an eyebrow, unsure of why you thought so. “Why would it be too soon? We’ve been together for almost two years now. We’re in love, - clearly meant for each other. I don’t see why we should wait..”

He was right. You had known each other for years and Johnny had for two years been in a committed relationship with you, leaving his bachelor lifestyle behind. He had never given a reason for you to doubt him, so why were you so hesitant?

You shrug, removing your hand from him and stalling while being unsure of what else you could say to move past the topic. You had managed to brush it off whenever Johnny brought it up, but now it seemed to be occupying his mind more than any of the previous times, and he was looking for answers.

The silence was worrying Johnny, and he stopped as his face fell when he realized there had to be a reason behind it. He reached for your hand again, and you let him take it as you faced him.

“Talk to me baby,…there’s gotta be a reason why you won’t bond with me…not to mention why you won’t let me claim you.” Johnny trailed, his tone reeking of fret. “Is there something I’m doing wrong? Am I not good enough of an alpha for you?”

Your eyes widened at Johnny’s questioning. “No! No, it’s nothing like that. I’m just…” you were thinking over the right words to use before you spoke, causing you to halt a little, “- You know bonding is a very big step, right? It means we’ll be mated for life, and…that means if you ever change your mind, we will have to remove them…which is a dangerous and painful procedure. I don’t…- I want us both to be sure about what we want before we take that step.”

“Baby,…I’ve never been more sure about anything my whole life. I want it. I’ll always and only want you. I want to be claimed by you.” Johnny stated while searching your eyes. When yours still didn’t meet his, he continued, “I know I used to have a very non-exclusive life style in the past, and I’m guessing that’s making you doubt me…that’s what this is all about, isn’t it? You’re scared I’ll go back to my old habits.”

“I…” you gave up your sentence by the first word and let out a defeated sigh. “Maybe…”

Johnny’s mouth fell shut as he held back from expressing despondency as a first response. “I get it,…it stings a little but I get it. I’ll keep proving to you that I’m all yours until you full-heartedly believe it, firefly.”

Seeing your alpha hide how upset he was through his usual toothy grin made you feel sad. The omega in you was crying for you to change your mind, - let your trust issues disappear.

Having the Human Torch as your boyfriend wasn’t the easiest with how his fan girls showed little to no respect to your relationship. It was as if you didn’t exist when you stood there, witnessing them crowd Johnny so desperately.

You weren’t angry at him for being flattered and letting his ego get stroked after being surrounded with so many admirers. He was a hero after all, and you weren’t about to get jealous of the praise he gets for being one. The only thing that bothered you was the smell of other omegas that would linger on him as they pushed themselves onto him for wanting a selfie, or when they were shooting their shot with a flirtatious pick up line with their hands all over him.

It made you incredibly jealous, even if Johnny put actual effort on pushing the omegas away. It would end up with you turning possessive. Johnny had made it clear since day one that he was only your alpha, but it wasn’t always easy to remember that with how involved he was with other people, and how the lingering omega scents gave you doubts of Johnny’s commitment.

Taking all of that into consideration, it left you feeling unsure of taking that big of a step.

“I’m sorry, Johnny…” was all you could say. You felt incredibly guilty for admitting you were scared, but Johnny was always one to reassure.

“No, no, it’s whatever.” Johnny shrugged the matter off easily. “Like I said, I get it. Hell, before we started officially dating, I used to say how I would never commit cause it wasn’t ‘my style’…fuck, how dumb I was to create that kind of reputation. I don’t think I would have gained it if you were in my life earlier, but it is what it is. I’ll wait for you, as long as you need, okay?”

You were about to speak up, - say something uplifting to make him feel better, because you knew his mood had been brought down even when he was hiding it so well. It was all too late when Richard disturbed your space, introducing the topic of their upcoming mission to Johnny.

Perhaps it’s better to lay it to rest for now, you thought.

A week passes by since that discussion, and it’s an evening of another fancy party celebrating worldwide icons, - in which of course the Fantastic 4 were mainly guested to partake.

You were dressed in your glittery blue dress, with shiny silver accessories decorating your neck and ears. Meanwhile Johnny dressed up in a dark red tux with a golden chain hanging on his neck, a perfect contrast to your appearance.

You were about to leave out to the public together, when before you could make sense of it, Johnny had pulled you back into the corner of the hallway, making you yelp at the quick and unexpected act. You had only seen a glimpse of camera flashes coming from the main entrance right across the room before you were out of sight again.

Johnny was already on you before you could question him, keeping you against the wall while he was pressing himself against you.

“Johnny, w-what are you doing?” You asked, flustered as he kept on gliding his nose along your collarbone, inhaling your scent deeply.

“Making sure I reek of your scent, and you of mine. It’ll push the omegas away from trying to hit on me.” Johnny explained, and you could feel his smirk as he hid his face by the crook of your neck.

He grinded against you and licked a stripe on your mating gland, making you shiver with ecstasy.

“Ever since the first time I caught your scent and saw you, - I was whipped. Now I don’t want anyone or anything else.” Johnny purred his confession in your ear, and it made you close your eyes while taking in his touches.

“J-Johnny…” you whined the alpha’s name, your fingers tangling in his hair as you held him equally close to you.

He snickered in response and pulled away when he thought he had gotten enough. “Sorry, I’m being a bit of a tease, aren’t I? We’ll have our fun when we get home, but the party has just started. We can’t miss out.”

You pouted, but understood that now was not the time to get down and dirty. He pulled you with him out of the corner and you were already surrounded by paparazzi and fangirls outside, though this time there weren’t nearly as much omegas jumping at him with how close he held you against his body.

The omega in you felt a sense of pride when you saw the disappointed pouts. Johnny smelled ‘taken’, - almost as if he was claimed with how he had thoroughly rubbed your scent onto him.

For the first time, you went through a party together where no opportunities arose for others to flirt with your alpha, and you felt content about that.

The night ended far too quickly, because you had enjoyed yourself so much this time. Johnny was also more enthusiastic and upbeat, and when you had asked about it he responded in the most endearing way possible.

“Cause you look so happy and carefree, firefly. Makes me feel good that my girlfriend is having a fun time at a party.”

Yet again Johnny had said something that would stick with you the entire night.

When the party had died out, and you returned to your suites, Johnny was already all over you, ready to break through the sexual tension you had going all evening.

Johnny pulled you to bed behind him, allowing you to collapse on top of him when he laid down on his back. Your dress was left on the floor, leaving you in the expensive lingerie Johnny had bought you not too long ago. Desperate kisses and love bites were exchanged non stop, keeping you almost distracted from dropping the big bomb you had wanted to share with Johnny. Almost.

As your lips finally detached for air, you stared into Johnny’s eyes, lust clouding you with heavy bonding fever.

“Johnny, I thought about what we talked about a while ago, - about bonding and…I think I’m ready.”

His eyes popped out at your proposal. “What? Like…you want to bond? Like right now?” He asked as he sat up with you still in his arms.

You nodded shyly while cupping his face. “You’re a good alpha, Johnny. You’ve proven that so many times already and yet you do so much more to further prove it. -

I want to be your omega permanently.”

Johnny’s face darkened slightly as his grip was beginning to claw on you. “Omega…if this is a prank you’re pulling on me it ain’t funny.”

You laughed at his serious pout, shaking your head to deny his claim. “I’m not, alpha. I promise.”

He grinned widely, and eagerly pulled his shirt off, revealing his unmarked mating gland as he moved his head to the side.

“Mark me first, omega.”

It stunned you how he was easily offering to have himself marked first by you, an omega. It went against tradition as alphas were typically always the first to claim under the ritual, but times have changed and you had found a wonderful alpha who was willing to go on his knees for you before you reached the ground yourself.

“Really? You’ll allow me to do that without even negotiating?” You asked for more clarification.

He smiled adoringly at you, “It’s all I want, baby. Even if you aren’t ready to be marked yourself, I want to belong to you. I’ll be your alpha before you become my omega.”

Your heart swelled at his words. Finally you had let yourself agree and trust the omega in you. He is the right one for me. He is the right alpha.

“I’m already yours,…we’ll go all the way, - together. I’m serious when I say I’m ready to be marked.” You said, and you found a comfortable position on his lap with your thighs widely spread, your butt grinding on his groin. He groaned audibly, his eyes resting as he felt your heat. The smell of your arousal was radiating, making his cock twitch with excitement.

Your lips met as you began grinding against him harder. A whine barely escaped his mouth, the sound being muffled as you barely let his lips move anywhere else from yours. His hands were holding firmly on your hips, as if to make sure you cannot escape this moment and change of your relationship. You wouldn’t want him to have second thoughts either.

His cock was fully erect, straining against the briefs of his trousers by the time your tongues danced with each other. Johnny was flushed, his cheeks red as his eyebrows knitted, showcasing his pleasure.

“Make me yours, omega…” Johnny pled, and your heart fluttered for it. You ground against him, Johnny’s leaking cock soaking through as it ultimately moistens your underwear.

You kissed him once more before you leaned on his neck where his unclaimed mating gland is, ready to be bitten by you. His breath hitched as his hands pressed more firmer around your waist, not wanting you anywhere else.

Your canines sink into his mating gland, and he whimpers as his nails dug into your flesh. You mewl in response, your arms clinging around him as you finally claim your alpha, gifting you the bond tied between the two of you. You lick his wound before giving it a kiss, and when you pull away you are met with his eyes, fully dilated.

“I can feel you…” he murmurs through a heavy breath, “I can feel your emotions through the bond…feel how badly you want to be fucked, omega…can feel how much you want my fucking knot…fuck, this is amazing..”

Your face grows red with everything he tells you. He smirks with the reaction he receives, and takes the opportunity to flip you over to be beneath him this time.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and make you whine around my fat cock, baby. Then when I swell, I’ll claim you, - Make you mine the way you made me yours... “

You swallowed, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through you. You were so, so ready.

His trousers are off before you can make out of the process, but he takes his time on pulling his boxers off, just to tease you as he always does. You bit your bottom lip when his erected cock came into view in front of you, your cunt couldn’t help but pulse at the sight.

You whined, “Johnny, you better pound me with your dick the next 3 seconds or I’ll go crazy -“ Cutting your sentence, a finger was shoved into your core, making you yelp out a moan.

“Greedy girl…” he murmured in your ear as he lied over you, close again. “I know you’re desperate but I’m not going anywhere, baby…I’ll make my teasing worth it for you.”

After thoroughly fingerfucking you, he slot his body closer between your thighs, aiming his length directly into your pussy.

Johnny already snaps his hips into yours and drives in balls deep with one forceful thrust. He sucks in air as he whispers, “Always so tight…so perfect for me, omega.”

He pistons into your cunt, already ripping an orgasm out of you as your pussy oozes out juice. Your eyes are rolling back as he keeps going, taking what he needs in order to reach his climax. You don’t mind him taking control at all, already craving to cum around his cock soon again with the special awaiting finale to the round.

“Alpha,…my perfect alpha…” you whispered in his ear, making him growl lowly as his canines became visible. He was incredibly tamed for being an alpha, which was unlike him as he was rather impulsive. You can’t count the many times you thought he would mark you through instinct, but he proved you wrong each time, - just like now with how he didn’t claim you right away as you had claimed him.

“Fuck! Omega, m’close…wanna claim you as I cum. Will you allow me to do that, omega? P-Please let me..” he purred his request. “Mmh, you smell so fucking good, I can’t keep myself off you, omega..” he added through a lustful groan as he kept his face buried under your neck.

“Mmh, W-Wanna be marked and knotted so bad, Johnny…ahh, - please, do it!” You pled with need.

His knot began to swell and he was left to repeatedly push in what was getting stuck inside to receive friction. With a loud growl, he sunk his teeth into your mating gland, making your whole body jolt as you howled from the sting of pleasure and pain it caused.

“Love you, omega..” he mumbled against you when he retracted his bite, licking the bruised up skin. His body steamed as he came inside, his load of hot temperature, making you really feel what was happening inside of you. He licked the skin from any blood, before giving the sensitive spot kisses. “I’ll never get enough of you. Never ever.”

You smiled. “Love you too, alpha..” you murmur back softly, rubbing your nose against his collarbone as you let yourself feel what the two of you had manifested. A deeper connection unlike any other is what you had welcomed. It felt unreal but so good, you could almost forget the stingy pain on your shoulder blade.

“Mine..you’re all mine now.” Johnny growled, almost possessively as he kept you pressed underneath him, locked together. He was more feral now, revealing his typical alpha possessiveness which was normally just an undertone whenever he was a tiny bit jealous.

Your hands tightened gently around his back, not wanting to be anywhere else but close to him at this very special moment. He kept himself inside of you even when his knot deflated, but flipped you around to have you on top of him as you cuddled. Your head laid on his chest, his purring more audible to your ears, but it was music to your ears.

You finally felt complete, and it was all thanks to Johnny, - your forever to be mate through your bond.

“Yours…”

A/N: Finally, out with some writing after what, 1 and a half month of just nothing? It feels accomplishing to say the least!

Hearts & Reblogs are always appreciated! <3

[imaginedreamwrite]

I know it’s Silverfox Sunday today, but could you please tell more about the future mob alphas and plus size reader. Like how did they meet? Is she initially vexed by them? Or a bit intimidated. Also does she ever get bullied?

thanks in advance if you choose to answer this

It is an arranged marriage/relationship, but reader was kind of friends with Nick V before they were told they’d be in an arranged relationship.

She is intimidated by Bucky and Nick because they’re very physically imposing and aware of their status as future mob-men/alphas. She’s more open to Nick V, and Johnny is a cocky shit that drives her crazy

Yes, she does get bullied by some other omegas who’ve been vying for Nick/Bucky/Johnny/Nick even after it was announced that they were “engaged”. They don’t like her, they don’t like her appearance

Little sneak peek:

You future weighed heavily on you. The pairings and match made by your parents, by the lot of them, had been set into motion. An agreement that you could attend an entire year away from home at the university of your choice before coming back here was made and you had been off.

But now you were called back.

Summer was nearly over and you would be attending school with them, finishing off your degree and pursuing a courtship/engagement with dangerous men who would lead and take over the empire laid before their feet.

You hated the idea of this, of them, for the sake of hating it. You hadn’t know any of them, save for an acquaintanceship with Nick Vaughan who you’d had few conversations with.

They were here now, either completely unaware of you or unbothered by your presence. They were all here, Nick, Bucky, Johnny & Nick.

The two cousins, the boxing and kickboxing beasts, were at the bar taking shot after shot while ignoring the wanna-be gumar’s who were trying to slid between their thighs.

Johnny Storm was surrounded by women, omegas clinging to the alpha as he had recalled some great story that boosted his ego. He was cocky, arrogant and proud of it, an alpha who had and could have anyone he wanted.

“Y/N,” and Nick Vaughan, the first to approach you and the first to try and speak to you, “you made it.”

Nick Vaughan, the acquaintance you had met and spoken to a handle of times, was standing less than a foot from you.

“Wow, you look…beautiful.” He admired your choice for this welcome home party.

The red full length patterned skirt had a deep v that showed off part of your leg, the cut of the v ending at the middle of your thigh. A brief glimpse of your stomach was visible with your off the shoulder white peasant top, the sleeves soft and billowy. It was a perfect summer choice, a perfectly inconspicuous look and yet you had still been out dressed by others.

“Where’s your pack of admirers?” Your voice may have taken a harder edge than intended, but Nick didn’t bother reacting.

Instead, he had slipped his hand into the pocket of his jeans and removed a small box. He pressed it into your palm, holding it against you with his slightly curled fingers.

“I have something for you. Its a…welcome home gift. Or even the first courting gift-“ you pulled your hand away, recoiling as if you’d been burned.

“Thanks.” You answered short, almost defensively.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” Nick smiled charmingly, endearingly like an alpha who was already halfway devoted.

You opened the box to appease him though you had faltered soon after. The gold etched chain and the matching decorative charm had been delicate and intricate, and Nick had explained the gift while you studied the small details.

“Its a scent diffuser. I read that they’re good for omegas. Calming-“ you looked up at him, eyebrows knitted together.

“-this move has been hard on you, and trying to get used to all this-“ Nick inches forward, his smile morphed.

“Y/N,” your mother called you, beaming and excited, “you’re here! I missed you, baby! Come say hi to your dad.”

Your mother led you through the crowds with eagerness, excitement abound as she spoke loud and fast. If they hadn’t all known you were before, they sure as hell did now.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2024 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long year. College classes started up again this fall and I'm swamped with work. This is my list for Kinktober this year. I will do my best to keep up but anywho, I hope you enjoy!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Deepthroating/Facesitting (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 2: Semi-Public Sex (Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader)🔥

Day 3: Knotting (Alpha!Jim Hopper x Assistant!Omega!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 4: Phone Sex (John Winchester x Hunter!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 5: Squirting (Obsessive!Perv!Billy Hargrove x Bimbo!Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 6: Cuckolding (Shy!Jake Jensen x FemmeFatal!Fem!Reader x Franklin Clay) 🌙🔥

Day 7: Biting/Marking (Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 8: Morning Sex (CACW!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 9: Praise Kink (Insecure!Geralt of Rivia x Healer!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 10: Mommy Kink (Needy!Johnny Storm (CE) x Mommy!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥👿

Day 11: Caught (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 12: Sex Toys (Lawyer!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 13: Virginity Kink (Professor!Logan Howlett x Virgin!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 14: Shotgunning (Needy!Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 15: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Steve Rogers x Princess!Fem!Reader) 🕸️🔥

Day 16: Spanking (Johnny Storm (CE) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 17: Breeding (Wolf-Hybrid!Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 18: Tittyfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-Sized!X-Men!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 19: Hate Sex (Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader) 👿🌙🔥

Day 20: Edging (Young!Logan Howlett (X-Men1) x Professor!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 22: Stripping (CEO!Nick Fowler x Stripper!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 23: Anal Sex (Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 24: Pegging (Brat!Wade Wilson x Mean!Dom!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 25: Lactation (Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Pregnant!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 26: Age Difference (Older!Daryl Dixon (Alexandria Era) x 20s!Sunshine!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 27: Gagging (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bimbo!Fem!Reader)

Day 28: DP in One Hole (CEO!Married!Stucky x Assistant!Fem!Reader)

Day 29: Gloryhole (Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader)

Day 30: Panty Raid/Panty Kink (Shy!Perv!Jake Jensen x Slight!Perv!Fem!Reader)

Day 31: Videoing (Camboy!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader)

[papergirllife]

Johnny Suh

(aged up) Alpha Johnny x Omega Reader

Synopsis:

Falling for an older man is still considered acceptable in today’s society, but falling for someone who’s taken, by your own mother even, is never the cliche stories you commonly hear. You thought your little crush for your mother’s fiance was going to go away naturally, that they’ll get married and break your heart to pieces and you’d be able to move on, what you hadn’t expected was for them to break up and it was partially your fault. And when he moved away, you’d thought you'd never see him again, but your job brings you back to that sweet cinnamon scented alpha once again.

warnings: aboverse, daddy kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, heats, ruts, knotting, minor angst, the mother in this story is a narcissist, absent father, fainting (briefly).

DON’T LIKE, DON’T READ, JUST SCROLL, HATE COMMENTS AND ASKS WOULD BE DELETED AND BLOCKED.

wordcount: 11.4k

a/n: so i’m back, but not entirely, mental health is still bad, but um, really wanted to write this, so if this flops i’ll be deleting this and rewriting the story to fit someone else lol, okay, bye, enjoy the story. and this is based on the song cinnamon girl by lana del rey.

Growing up, there’s one thing about your life that has been a constant and that is uncertainty, all your life, instead of having a pair of parents that diligently try their best to pave a smooth road for your life ahead like most parents, they had chose to lay out eggshells instead, their behaviour had manifested a constant spike in your heartbeat whenever you make a mistake in life, similarly to the feeling of prickling your bare feet by accidentally stepping onto a cracked eggshell on the floor, that’s how you’ve always felt ever since you were a child, every step you take, a pinch here and there that’s bound to push you over the edge one day, and that day came sooner and far more unexpected than a thunderstorm.

That thunderstorm had costed your mother’s marriage, and she never fails to remind you, how your attempt of ending your life had driven your bipolar father to the brink of his sanity, blaming your mother for her inadequacy of being a parent while he excused himself so easily just because he has ‘longer hours’ in the office.

Your father didn’t even try to fight for parental rights, he merely signed you away to your miserable mother, and that broke something inside her.

She begins taking more care in her appearance and goes out of her way to meet new people, particularly alpha men, she was particular with traditional first gender stereotypes, it didn’t really bother you, the rancid scent of some alphas could be avoided as long as you were in your room. 

Since you were growing into late teen hood, she only gives you the necessities, basic interactions, things weren’t getting better, but they weren’t getting worse, to you, that’s considered a win.

Things were looking bleak until your mom engaged an alpha with honey in his eyes.

Johnny Suh, a young man your mother had picked up from one of the many parties she had attended on behalf of work, a client of her company apparently, he lasted the longest compared to all the others, you thought he’d stay forever and become an addition to your broken family, until another storm brews right in front of your eyes. 

That day you had been sick, your mother had to rush back from a date to take you to the clinic, Johnny, being the gentleman he is, accompanies her with you, you still remember that day as clear as crystal. 

The nurse had complimented how pretty you were, and that you take after your mother, to which she was delighted of course, gushing that she gave you all the good genes, no one but this nurse thinks the two of you look alike, you have always shared more similarities with your asshole father, not enough to make you feel sickening to look in the mirror, but just enough to remind you that you’d always be associated to that asshole.

After a thorough consultation, the doctor says that you had a bad reaction to the new heat suppressants your mother had switched to for a lower price. 

“You better not fail your next driving test the next time around, or else you wouldn’t be able to get yourself to the clinic for heaven’s sake, and why are you always so sensitive to medicine? Can’t you be normal for once? Why do you have to be a freak?” your mother rambled all the way to Johnny’s car.

You had kept your silence, you weren’t feeling well anyways, you don’t have any energy left to argue with her, but instead, someone speaks up for you.

“Hey, why are you so harsh on her?” Johnny asks, at first he dismissed your mother’s odd alter ego towards you as a culture difference, since his own parents have migrated to the states so many years, he had always been told parents elsewhere are harsher towards their kids, but this feels like a personal insult towards you, and he might be 10 years younger than your mother, but not to the point of having such different views on how to children should be treated.

“She’s always been such a handful, all my friends’ daughters are so much more mature than her, they help clean the house, cook, always have good grades, not a burden like you are!” your mother emphasises on the last part by craning her neck to look at you with her hideous eyes, she’s not ugly at all, maybe average if you’re being mean, but she is horrid in your eyes, which is why you never understood why Johnny, a successful man at the ripe age of 28 would ever settle for a single mother omega with the worst mood swings ever.

“Why are you speaking to your daughter like this? She’s your own flesh and blood, you never told me there was such a huge riff between the two of you,” Johnny says, exasperated, oh there’s so much he doesn’t know, this is merely the surface.

She mumbles something under her breath that you didn’t quite catch, not that you bother to listen, you just want to lock yourself up in the safety of your room.

After a week from that day, your mother comes home with a slam of the door as tears stream down her face.

“This is all your fault!” she screams with a weak shove of your shoulder before she, surprisingly, retreats to her room. Later you find out why, because of the absence of the 6 foot tall handsome man who hasn’t dropped by for dinner for days now.

You thought you’d never see him again until you see his car waiting for you one day after you finish your college entrance examination.

“Johnny?” you call out, the handsome man has grown out his hair now, a beautiful lock falls right above his right brow, giving him an even more mature look, you’d always thought he was baby faced for a 28 year old man, but now he finally looks his age, guess this what people call a ‘break up glow up’.

“Hey, just thought I’d drop by to say congratulations, and maybe buy you a meal, you must’ve worked really hard these past few months,” Johnny offers, and who are you to reject him when you’re sick of having the same food your mom cooks. 

“Did you get back with my mother?” you ask when you settle down in a fancy restaurant, your uniform looks cheap against the pretty red velvet walls, you note, even the waiters had judged when you walked in.

“Is your mother here?” Johnny asks, looking up from the menu, seemingly having decided what he’s having because he’s flagging down a waiter.

Johnny orders for the both of you, you had only mentioned that you’ll probably try the pasta you want once, and he never asked you to repeat yourself nor asked you to state your order to the waiter yourself, but he waits to see if he got it right, or if you’d like to order more, to which you quickly shook your head no, scared that he just might order more. Now you know why your mother was so heartbroken, you’d cry if you lose an alpha this attentive too.

You always had an odd sense of comfort when Johnny’s around, his scent was never overbearing, he has never once bossed you or your mother around just because he’s an alpha, he has been so respectful towards you, unlike some of the creepy alphas your mother brought back.

Just being in his presence again simmers down your post exam anxiety and general anxiety, you didn’t know Johnny's departure had such an impact on you until seeing him again today, it’s like your omega feels at home again.

The two of you talked with a newfound freedom, away from your mother’s watchful eyes. She never likes it when her boyfriends give you more attention, she’s always seen you as her competition.

Johnny asks about your ideas on how your future might look while he updates you on how he took the leap to establish his own company with the support of his best friends that you heard him speak about to your mother.

But everything good comes to an end, and yours come in the form of your lunch with Johnny ending, but the big blow is what he tells you right after reaching your neighbourhood.

“My new office is in Seoul, I’ll be moving tomorrow,” Johnny suddenly confesses.

“What? You’re leaving? Again?” you ask, a lump building in your throat.

Johnny winces at the wording, he thinks you know the relationship was toxic, how he lets your mother have her way in everything, but you’re just 18, a young girl who’s hurt time after time.

“I’m sorry, this company…has been my dream, and your mother and I, we’d never get back together, I don’t think we were ever compatible, I only stayed because…, nevermind, here, this is for you,” Johnny says, opening the glove box in front of you, passing you a little cardholder wallet.

“My business card is there, it has my office address as well as  my number, personal and office, there’s also some gift cards there, Jo Malone, Sephora, I know you love perfumes and make up, get yourself something nice, a small gift from me,” Johnny says.

You don’t know when you started tearing up, but you felt Johnny use the expensive material of his sleeve to wipe away your salty tears.

“It’s going to be okay, just one more year, and you’d be able to move away from your mother, one more year and you won’t be binded to her legally anymore,” Johnny reassures, but that’s not what you’re sad for, you’re sad that Johnny’s leaving again, and so far away from Busan too, there’s no way you’d be able to leave the state without your mother knowing.

“Does that mean I could come find you in a year’s time?” you sputter out, the words taste bitter on your tongue.

Johnny freezes in his spot, the feeling of being on the borderline, he’s an adult, and an alpha more so, it’s not appropriate for an omega this young to be staying with him, yes you’re legal in terms of age, but it feels wrong still, but Johnny looks at you, he really looks at you this time, and he realises how you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman, even with tear streaks and a sour pear scent that makes him miss the soft sweet scent of pears in spring, he still thinks you’re absolutely ethereal in every way.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a year’s time if you don’t change your mind,” Johnny says as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, he can’t have your pretty locks soaked in your own tears, seeing you cry and being the reason of your sadness already has his alpha howling in protest.

“Really?” you ask him once more, thinking you heard him wrongly, that your delusional mind had made things up for you.

“Yes, I promise.”

There’s so many things you want to say to him, but it’s better to keep it to yourself, you’ll just hurt yourself if you don’t.

So many things have changed since that fateful day, you no longer stay with your mother, instead, you’re staying with your rich best friend who has an apartment all to herself after her ex moved out.

You barely talk to your mother these days, merely giving an update or two for her every few weeks, at first she was ballistic when you said you were going to move out, but when you told her that Hyuna wasn’t charging you rent, she was ecstatic to help you move out of her humble abode. 

You haven’t thought of looking for Johnny until you realise the modelling agency you’re working for expanded, and so now they’re planning on taking on bigger jobs by moving their HQ to Seoul, which means you need to pack up and find a place in a city you barely know.

“Still looking for somewhere to stay?” Hyuna asks, bringing over a mug of wine for you, she’s always been a day drinker, a habit she’s passed on to you.

“Yup,” you say after taking a sip, just what you needed, “thanks for this, it’ll be perfect for my nap when it hits,” you joke truthfully.

“You’re still having issues sleeping?” Hyuna asks, her brows furrowed in worry.

“It’s been a long time now, don’t act all surprised, it’s not going to go away,” you say, deciding to shut your laptop after bookmarking a few places, still a bit over budget, but maybe if you took on more jobs, you’d be able to make ends meet, and maybe no more indulging yourself in expensive food and groceries like you do now, hopefully you’d still have enough for the heating when days get colder.

“The cinnamon candles don’t work?” Hyuna asks, looking at the direction of your room, probably trying to catch a whiff of how strong the scent is.

“It helps, but it takes me forever to fall asleep, but at least I can sleep,” you say, recalling the gruelling times when you couldn’t sleep at all.

“If it’s this bad, it means what you had for him is more than a mere crush-

“He didn’t even say anything, it’s just me, Hyuna, stop giving me false hope, he only cared for me out of pity, we wouldn’t even have met if it wasn’t for my mom,” you defend yourself, it’s true, if he felt the same, he’d speak up, maybe called you or something, your mother probably gave him your number before, Johnny’s a straightforward man.

“Maybe he wasn’t sure of how he feels, how do you know he’s not suffering just like you are if you’re not willing to even give him a call, maybe you could stay with him for a few months before you secure your own place, just to confirm if what you’re feeling is truly just a fickle crush, please,” Hyuna pleads.

“I’ll think about it after my nap,” you say dismissively, leaving your bestie in the living room, she’s going to miss your stubborn ass when you’re gone, but you’ll probably be in better hands if you’re nearer to Johnny.

You don’t know how’d you get here, at Johnny’s doorstep of his big ass house in Gangnam, standing in between two expensive cars.

You had taken up Hyuna’s advice to contact your ‘almost stepfather’. 

When you called him, he was surprised to say the least, he hadn't heard from you for three years, he thought you had moved on in life, leaving him as merely a closed chapter.

The phone call had been brief, just a quick congratulations and brief updates before Johnny had to dash off to attend a meeting.

Needless to say, Johnny has been excited for your arrival, he hasn’t stopped wondering how you were since the day he left Busan, he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s missed caring for you while he was with your mother, but ever since that day, he’s had this emptiness in his chest, and just by knowing he’s seeing you soon has relieved this sense of emptiness that was once a hole in his chest.

You finally plucked up the courage to ring the doorbell, quickly stepping aside when you caught whiff of the familiar scent of cinnamon. 

Before you know it, you’re being greeted by the familiar alpha, he’s buffed up since the last time you’ve seen, time isn’t an issue for Johnny when he ages like fine wine.

“Hey, come on in,” Johnny says after getting over the initial shock of how much you’ve grown, instead of the little girl that her mother picks fights with, now the little girl standing before him has grown into a beautiful young lady.

Johnny has a new problem now that the emptiness is gone, and it comes in the form of that emptiness being overfilled.

Your scent, it’s different from how he remembered it to be, yes it’s still has the major notes of pear, but he remembers picking it up notes of your mother’s rose scent, which isn’t surprising since sometimes a mother’s scent lingers onto their children, especially if they’re both omegas, but now that you haven’t lived with your mother for so long, he realised that the scent lingered due to proximity, not biology, and it has him reeling.

He thought his desire to care for you is due to the fact that he once had love for your mother, but now that he’s living with you, he realises that the scent of ripe pears was also lingering on your mother just as her scent lingered on you, and now he’s questioning whether he was initially attracted to your mother because of her own scent or the soft but empowering scent of pears.

“Johnny?” 

“Yes?” Fuck, he should stop having these stupid questions filling his mind, he isn’t attracted to you, maybe he should get laid soon, maybe it’s purely an instinct thing.

“I was asking you if you could turn up the heating a bit? My body isn’t as warm as an alpha’s” you remind him, but just then a sweater on the sofa catches your attention, “Oh wait, I could just borrow this, you don’t mind right? If not I’ll head up to unpack,” you say, to which Johnny nods, he forgot to even ask you if you wanted to eat anything after your long journey.

The sight of you drowning in his clothes, god, you’re going to be the death of him.

A few days later, after having gotten used to your new living environment, and adjusted to your newfound proper sleeping schedule, to Hyuna’s happiness and her constant ‘I told you sos’, you decided to cook Johnny dinner as the many forms of 'thank yous’ you’ll be giving him.

You decided to cook him a simple pasta to start off, deciding to make your own pesto sauce from scratch, which is why the two of you are spending your Sunday morning at a supermarket, browsing through the many aisles after deciding to splurge on a block of aged parmesan cheese.

You walk towards a pile of fresh basil, but frown when you see the ‘organic’ tag, these are always unnecessarily expensive, so you put the pack of basil down even though the organic ones look a lot fresher.

“Why are you putting them down? They’re a lot fresher than the brand you’re looking at now,” Johnny says before picking up the basil you had discarded.

“Oh, just thought those were a bit too pricey,” you say offhandedly. 

“I’m paying, no worries, you don’t have to fret over these miniscule things when you’re with me,” Johnny says with a comforting pat on your head, god, if only he knows what those words do to you, you think to yourself before willing your emotions to be stable, he can’t pick up the spike in your scent, or he’d think you’re a freak.

“But I’m buying today, remember?” you say reminding Johnny of your promise of thanking him for his generosity of letting you stay in his home.

“You said you’d cook as a form of thank you, not buying the groceries and cook,” Johnny says before he places the pack of basil in the cart, “you don’t have to worry about price tags when you’re with me,” Johnny promises before walking ahead, looking back to see you following him with a huff, not used to walking about with someone with such long legs.

“Johnny? Where’s the blender you used this morning for your breakfast shake?” you ask, looking around the expanse of his large kitchen.

“It’s in the third upper shelf from the left,” he says from the couch, apparently he’s checking his emails despite saying he ended work at 6 not too long ago.

You shout out a quick thank you before you follow his directions, opening the cabinet door, you’re quick to recognise the device, standing on your tippy toes to retrieve the blender, you’re surprised by how heavy it is, and when you felt a slight wobble, you suddenly felt a warmth body pressed up behind you as sturdy hands came up to hold onto the blender supporting your smaller hand.

“Careful, this thing’s heavy at the top too, I don’t know why the cover’s so thick,” Johnny jokes as he pulls away with the blender in hand, immediately setting it up for you to use.

“Thanks, Johnny,” you say, glad that he was there, or you’d be cleaning up broken glass now.

“No problem, let me know if you need anything else from the upper cabinets,” Johnny says, smiling as he ruffles your hair before walking away to let you cook, leaving you with butterflies in your tummy.

“Does it taste good?” you ask after tasting a forkful of pesto pasta, you think it’s okay, maybe a little over for the cheese, but Johnny loves cheese, so you purposely incorporated more cheese.

“Tastes great, you’re really good at this, where did you learn all this from?” Johnny asks with a surprised but satisfied smile on his face, he knows you didn’t learn this from your mother, she was a more eastern food type of person.

“Just picked it up from Youtube shorts, those pasta videos are all over my explore page,” you explain with a bashful smile as you try to keep your emotions in check, you’ll die from embarrassment if he picks up your scent getting sweeter.

“Just from a quick short clip? What a smart girl you are,” Johnny compliments, he couldn’t help it, your mother had always complained about you being dumb and clumsy, always never getting top grades, but here you are, learning a quick recipe from a 30 second clip.

Your breath gets caught at the compliment, fuck, your scent definitely changed, you can feel the fuzzy feeling in your tummy again.

“It’s nothing complicated, really, it’s just a simple recipe, it’s no biggie,” you deflect, not used to being complimented this way.

“No, none of that down playing shit, take the compliment as it is, you watched a short clip of a recipe and you recreated it, that’s an achievement,” Johnny says firmly, but with no ill intent, he genuinely doesn’t want you to put yourself down anymore, he knows your mother had conditioned you to look at yourself in a shitty manner, but he’s going to change that.

You nod, mumbling another quick thank you before you go back to eating, feeling the heat behind your ears still.

Johnny isn’t dumb, he picked up on your spike in scent, and the way you look at him, he just wants to stare back into those pretty eyes of yours when he feels them trained on him.

At first it was tolerable, but as the days go by and the weather gets warmer, he sees you walking the house in nothing but shorts and a tee, and he swears you’re not wearing a bra underneath if he looks a bit longer.

Johnny is now out for a long awaited boys’ night with Yuta and Mark at Yuta’s bachelor pad. 

“I thought the biggest concern would be that you can’t bring back hot omegas to your place, but you actually have a hot omega in your house, and you’re not going to do anything?” Yuta asked in disbelief.

Fuck, Johnny shouldn’t have shown them your socials, now they’re spewing bullshit instead of helping him.

“Dude, that’s his step daughter, it feels so weird,” Mark says with a huge side eye towards Yuta, which was rather common, since Yuta is the alpha of every omega’s nightmare, unless they’re into freaky shit that is.

“Thank you, Mark, finally someone who sees the logic in this situation,” Johnny said, his tone convincing, but not convincing enough to forget about the way your shorts fit around your bubble butt.

“Johnny didn’t even marry that bitch, and I know you’re a beta, Mark, but can’t you pick up how sweet she is just from Johnny’s clothes, look, man, if you’re not gonna make a move to tap that, I’ll gladly-

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Johnny said with a growl.

Yuta holds his hands up defensively, a smug expression on his face.

“No matter how much you lie to yourself, your alpha wants her, and recognises the connection the two of you share, you can't run away from that, and it's not like you can kick her out now that you offered to let her stay long term," Yuta deduced with a tilt of his head, daring Johnny to come up with a logical retort.

But the tallest amongst them goes quiet, mulling over his choices.

"Even if it's not Yuta hyung, some other alpha's going to be interested in her some day, hyung," Mark reminds Johnny, "and would you be able to stand aside and let someone love her instead of you?" 

Johnny's never thought of it that way, in some twisted way, he had always thought you were his little girl, too young to be courted by alphas, but in reality, you're a grown woman now, even if he thinks he's too old for you, other alphas his age aren't going to think that, maybe not even you, you probably see Johnny less of a father figure than what he assumed.

"He's finally using that brain of his," Yuta says on the side to Mark, the two conversing among themselves while they let their friend gather his thoughts.

"How about this," Mark suddenly speaks up, "you could spend some time away from her to clear your mind, if you really miss her during your time away from each other…then you have your answer, dude," Mark suggests, looking at Yuta for affirmation.

"I mean that could work," Yuta says uncertainly, it probably is going to work, although with added risks that he won't be mentioning, he doesn't need Johnny's angry side out with a few drinks in. 

"What am I going to say? Where am I going to stay?" Johnny asks, still doubting that this is a good idea, would you be fine with staying all by yourself? You haven't done that before, he thinks, but on the other hand, your mother was very much an absent parent.

"You could crash at my place, man, what could go wrong? I'll clean up the guest room for you and it'll be just like home," Mark suggests, immediately going to his phone to make a list of things to buy, like toilet paper and booze, he misses having sleepovers with his bro, and this is the perfect opportunity to make up for loss time.

"I'm leaving for a month for a business trip," Johnny tells you in the midst of having dinner together at this Japanese restaurant you had suggested, the fresh prawn tempura doesn't taste as nice anymore, now that he's bringing this up. 

"Oh, that's abrupt, where to?" you ask, hoping you don't look visibly upset, but Johnny could tell from your crestfallen eyes, he could feel his own alpha struggling to take over and comfort you, yeah, he really needs time away from you if his alpha is acting this way.

"Back to Busan, my business partners are debating on opening a headquarters there, just to make things easier on the management and shipping side of things," Johnny lies, he already has a HQ in Busan, but he doesn't oversee it, god forbid he runs into your mother after everything.

"Oh, okay, do you need me to do anything with the house while you're gone other than watering the plants?" you ask, taking a sip of your green tea to swallow down your nerves, what if he sees her again?

"No, just be there to look over the weekly maids and everything would be fine," Johnny says with a sense of finality, for him, not you, because after telling you, there's no backing out, he's going to go through this like the man he is.

Everything was fine until it wasn't, and it started off with an ache in his head, it wasn't extremely painful, but it was consistent enough for him to down an advil every 12 hours.

He'd been drowning himself in work and the gym and brushed it off as a sign of fatigue, but when the headache shows no sign of fading even on a long weekend, he starts to worry, and then Mark drops another bomb on him. 

"Dude, you’re starting to smell different, is your rut starting soon?" 

Johnny freezes up from his position on the couch, the morning news talking about some light earthquake that happened last night, usually he'd be very focused on news like this, but his mind is now blank.

"Dude you alright? That headache you keep talking about, it's probably your rut-

"But it can't be, my rut isn't due for another 2 months," Johnny says in disbelief, quickly checking his calendar, just to double check.

"I don't know, man, but that's how you smelled like when you start your pre rut symptoms, maybe go check it out at the doctor's?" Mark suggests, stealing the bag of chips Johnny opened on the coffee table, happily munching away while his friend quickly books a doctor's appointment.

It's probably nothing, Johnny assures himself, he's been eating well, resting well, it's probably just a flu or something, he brushes off.

"Mr Suh, I fear that there are a few questions I need to ask you in regards to your condition," Doctor Park asks, his face a bit grim, if Johnny's getting some death disease then he's booking a flight to see the aurora lights, stat, there's no way he's going down without doing all the wild shit on his bucket list.

"Am I dying, doc?" Johnny asks, preparing himself for the worst, maybe stage 4 cancer, maybe some incurable shit that's passed down from the family that miraculously skipped his grandparents and parents.

"No, Mr Suh, I'm afraid you had unknowingly imprinted on someone, which is why I'm going to ask you now, are you seeing someone at the moment?" Doctor Park asks.

"No, not at all," Johnny replies, a half truth, since you're on his mind all the time.

"Then are you perhaps interested in someone? And you see that someone quite often?" the doctor asks, sceptical that an alpha this attractive is single, he could hear the nurses gushing about his patient when he walked in, even if he was blind he'd know this young man is considered attractive.

"Well, there is someone I'm somewhat attracted to, but I don't think to the point where I'd unknowingly imprint on them? And what does this have to do with my upcoming rut?" Johnny asks, still in denial that he actually imprinted on you, maybe the doctor just misdiagnosed him. 

"Based on the information you've given me, you're having constant headaches, no appetite, and an upcoming early rut? Those are all symptoms of mate withdrawal, or in your case, potential mate withdrawal," Doctor Park says with a slight judgement in his voice.

"Is this…permanent?" Johnny asks, he's never been scared of things, but right now, he feels like he's a kid on a roller coaster again.

"There's a procedure to remove the imprint, however it'll be very painful, and I suggest you quickly check on the person you imprinted on, they might be having these symptoms as well, however usually the one that imprints feels it first, so you still have some time to figure things out, now excuse me while I go sort of your medication," the doctor says before leaving Johnny in the room alone.

Johnny quickly makes a quick search on where to get imprint removal in the country, just in case, and he curses when he sees the many warnings and symptoms of the removal treatment.

Doctor Park comes back in with a bag of medication, he pulls them out one by one.

"The violet pills are to numb the imprint in general, blue for your headaches, twice a day, green for your appetite loss, and red is to defer your rut if you wish to do so, however I don't suggest you taking too many of these as it worsens the effects of your actual rut when the medication can no longer withstand your rut hormones, take all of these after meals, and get sufficient rest, and please think this through as soon as possible," Doctor Park says before dismissing him for his next patient.

"So… what did the doctor say, man, you don't look too happy, but at least you look like you got more life in your face now," Mark says, gesturing at Johnny's face that is now less pale than when he left this morning.

"Yeah, I took some medicine, that's why, and I also found out that I imprinted on her," Johnny spilled, which earned the biggest and fruitiest gasps that he only hears from his beta friend.

"I'm sorry? Imprinted? Like for real dude? How did that happen?" Mark was in shock, but he was also curious, he's heard of imprints, but they rarely happen, especially with the dating culture nowadays.

"Not sure, the only good news is that I'm the one that imprinted on her, so I still have some time to think this through," Johnny says, just a heads up to Mark that he won't be rushing to pack his bags and move out of his home.

"Wouldn't she be affected also? And, what's there to think through? You wanna get it removed? That shit stings like a bitch from what I heard, even if you're willing to remove the imprint, there's no telling she would, and what if she falls sick while you're here-

"Stop, I just need a few more days, then I'll be out of your hair," Johnny says dismissively, heading back to his room for some peace of mind.

"Should we update Yuta on this?" 

"Suit yourself, I won't change my mind regardless," Johnny says before shutting his door, ready for a long night's sleep.

Johnny knows you're fine, he's been staying up to date with you by asking you to water his plants everyday, today he even went as far as asking about your personal health, and true to the doctor's words, you haven't been feeling any withdrawal symptoms yet, and because of this, Johnny’s glad he bit the bullet and went for the check up early.

Anxious, that's what Johnny felt the last few days, the dismissive front he had masked on days ago now crumbling as he tossed and turned in his bed.

Johnny had felt tired after work today, which was odd, because he had purposely made himself a coffee before he left work to go to his scheduled workout at the gym, however, he had felt drained once he left the parking bay, which is why he ate a quick dinner of cup noodles and slept.

He had slept peacefully the first two hours, but after he woke up to go to the bathroom, sleep just couldn't seem to come back to him. 

The sleep leaves Johnny as the prickling in his head grows, but he's taken his pills, why is he still reacting to the withdrawal symptoms?

Then he feels it, that sinking feeling in his stomach, he immediately hops out of bed, grabbing his wallet and car keys before dashing out of the door, a confused Mark who was watching a basketball game jolts at the harsh opening of his bedroom door.

"What's the problem, man? It's midnight, where are you going?" Mark asks, but nonetheless, he turns off the telly, following behind Johnny, he's never seen Johnny this anxious, he's not gonna leave him be at a time like this.

"I think something happened at home, but I don't know what, I need to check up on her," Johnny replies as he frantically watches the panel counting down to the car park levels.

"I'll go with you, it's late and if you need help, I'll be there," Mark offers, not questioning how true Johnny's hunch is.

It was quiet when he stepped into his home, but that wasn't out of the ordinary for you, you're not the type to stay up watching TV, but the weird thing is that there wasn't a single light on in the living area, you'd always leave a light on at night. 

Then Johnny noticed how faint your scent was, you didn't tell him you'd be staying anywhere else tonight, but it smells like you haven't been here for half a day at least.

Johnny quickly traces your scent to your room, he opens the door, and the sight of you lying on the desk with your head down sends a chill down his spine, yes you might have fallen asleep, but you've told him multiple times that you can only sleep on a bed.

So he tries to shake you awake, but to no avail.

Mark was calling the ambulance before Johnny even asked him to, an unconscious omega is nothing to joke about.

Then everything was a blur, Mark drove Johnny's car while he sat in the ambulance with you, holding onto your hand as the medics asked him basic questions.

Johnny met up with Mark in the emergency area where he was ushered beyond the curtains due to your privacy.

"What did the doctor say?" 

"Her life isn't in any danger, but they need to run more tests to confirm that it is imprint withdrawal symptoms," Johnny says, still focused on where you were wheeled in.

Then the doctor comes out, a stoic expression on his face.

"As you had predicted, Mr Suh, she is indeed going through withdrawal symptoms, so she's going to be hooked onto some drips and be given some medicine, nothing to worry about, however, please step up as a mate and actually be there for her," the doctor says with a slight edge to his tone.

"Yes, doctor," Johnny said, scratching the back of his head, embarrassed that as a man in his thirties is still struggling with professing his feelings.

Johnny watches your pale face, he did this, he’s to blame.

“Mr Suh, I’m sorry, but visiting hours are going to end soon,” the doctor informs.

“I wish to stay overnight to look after her,” Johnny says, as he texts Mark to find your essentials, thick sweaters and sweatpants, any skincare you have laying around.

“My apologies, Mr Suh, but you’re only eligible to sleepover if you book the VIP room where a proper bed is prepared for you, it’s company policy,” of course they got this greedy policy.

“Just charge it on my tab, get her the VIP room, immediately,” Johnny says, standing up from the chair he’d thought he’d be hunched over sleeping in.

“Gladly, Mr Suh, Nurse Park, please add Mr Suh into the overnight list and fetch your team to have the patient shifted.”

Johnny sighs as he follows you, keeping a keen eye when the team of nurses wheel you to your new room.

Marks drop by your things and he gets to work, cleaning your face with a towel and using the products that he recognises its uses of, he’s not a pro, but he does have a skincare routine himself too. Then, he tucks you in bed, pulling the blanket as high as your chin, knowing that you get cold easily.

Then Johnny slips off into slumber on the bed next to yours, fatigue consuming him after the stressful hour he had, but most importantly, sleep came to him because you’re finally in his presence again.

The first thing that you saw was how obnoxiously white the ceiling was, you’re quite fucking sure you had told Johnny to help you colour the ceiling black ages ago when you first moved in, wait, what happened to the silk sheets Johnny had splurged on you? Why are the sheets so rough against your skin?

You jolted up when you felt the tug of something connected to your arm, your eyes going as wide as saucers when you see that you’re currently in a hospital room, at first you thought you were kidnapped for your organs or whatever, until your nose picked up on the familiar sweet scent of cinnamon, you averted your gaze to the bed beside yours, seeing the view of Johnny’s back. 

You carefully walked to him, cursing silently at the IV drip attached to you.

“Johnny,” you called to him, shaking him slightly, his contracting muscles at his shoulders alerting you that he’s waking up.

“Sweetheart? Why are you up? Let me get the doctor,” Johnny says urgently, scrambling up from bed.

“Wait, Johnny, why am I in the hospital? How did I end up here?” you ask, seeking answers in those panic stricken honey brown eyes that usually exude confidence. 

“I…,” Johnny looks so lost at words at that moment, his entire confident businessman front is nowhere to be seen, he shakes his head, seemingly trying to get his composure together.

“It’s okay, you can take your time,” you reassure, sitting down beside him on the squeaky bed, an encouraging smile on your lips.

“I imprinted on you and didn’t know what to do, so I lied about going on a business trip to sort out my thoughts, I didn’t know you’d be affected by the withdrawal symptoms so quickly, I shouldn’t have trusted the doctor’s prediction, I should’ve consulted you, I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I put your life in danger even though I promised you I’d do anything to protect you,” Johnny confesses, his shoulders sagging after he’s spilled the entire story, his chest heaving as he struggles not to let his tears fall, he had put you in danger, he doesn’t deserve to be your alpha, he should’ve signed up for the imprint removal as soon as possible back then.

“Hey, Johnny, it’s alright, we all need time to think things through, I’m alive, I might’ve done the same in your footsteps, so don’t beat yourself over it,” you say, mind drifting to all the times you had felt very tired or had zero appetite for no particular reason, glad that you finally found the source of all your problems, all because of this cute alpha in front of you whose scent is so sour, 

“If it makes you feel any better, I had the ulterior motive of wanting us to become something more too, when you were away, I thought you’d left me alone for good, so please don't even think about removing our imprint, please,” you plead, you sound a bit pathetic, if you’re honest,  begging for a man to stay, but you don’t want his heart constantly out the door while his body hangs around, you went through that with your mother, you don’t want to go through that with Johnny as well, and you think Johnny understands what you mean too, because he releases calming pheromones, pulling you into his embrace.

“I’m not going anywhere you don’t want me to be, sweetheart, never,” Johnny promises you. 

You bury yourself impossibly closer, but a crackling sound in his pocket pulls you out of your moment with Johnny.

“What’s that?” you ask, looking at Johnny for answers, watching him dig through his pocket, a packet of medicine is brought out. 

“I had to take them while I was away from you, to deal with the side effects of imprint withdrawal from you,” Johnny explains.

“You won’t be needing them anymore then,” you say, ready to go home with your alpha.

Your relationship with Johnny has progressed smoothly, albeit rather slow, what you appreciate though, is that Johnny is a traditional man, going through the process of courting you, buying you flowers whenever he needs to leave for the office, cooking you food, buying you gifts once in a while, from simple things like a box of macarons to expensive jewellery.

What you didn’t expect was to find another package of medicine, when you decided to put his coat into the dryer, a packet of red pills that you recognised from a month ago.

“Johnny!” you called out to the alpha sitting on the couch, the evening news on.

“Why are you still taking these?” you ask, holding up the packet of visible red pills in your hand.

Conflict draws upon Johnny’s face, a frown between the creases of his brows.

“I didn’t want to let you know, but my rut is coming soon, so I’ve been delaying it as long as I can, I didn’t know if you’d like to, or if you’re ready for it, I’m actually prepared to spend it alone, I just didn’t know how to tell you-

“I’d love to spend your rut with you, so you won’t be needing these anymore,” you say, dumping the pills into a nearby trash bin,

“No! Wait-

“Taking suppressants are bad for you, Johnny-

“But you might not be ready, have you ever spent a rut with an alpha?” Johnny asks, but his wolf side is gnawing at his chest at the thought of its omega being with another alpha.

“I haven’t, but my heat is approaching too, and I don’t wish to spend it locked in my room anymore,” you cringe thinking about how your mother had warned you when you first presented that you should never ever sleep with anyone until you’re legally binded to one another, and that you should just suffer through your heats like a ‘righteous’ omega.

“Your heat is approaching soon too? Do you want to spend it at home or would you want us to go to heat hotels?” Johnny asks, but all you could focus on was the wording ‘us’. 

“At home would be great, I want to nest a bit longer after my heat breaks,” you explain.

“Okay, we’ll go through this together,” your alpha reassures you.

The sexual tension between the two of you was so thick that a knife would've sliced through it, your approaching heat meant that your body temperature was rising steadily, that meant you had switched out your comfy sweat sets for cropped tees and cute house shorts, and the new expanse of exposed skin has Johnny struggling to concentrate on his work whenever he takes his work to the living room for a change of environment.

“Should he engage with you before your heat hits or should he wait and continue earning your validation? 

You probably don’t have any extreme standards towards Johnny, but he has expectations for himself, like just the other day, he took you to a Japanese omakase, it was expensive, but your fascination towards the chef’s skill was worth every penny.

Other than that, he’s bought you flowers almost everyday, Mark had called him old schooled, courting you like what an alpha would do back in the 70s.

Johnny doesn’t really see this as a form of courting, he’s only giving you what you weren’t allowed to access in life, she was a selfish woman, she’d spent good money on a car before spending money on your needs. He recalls how  you used to eat more on days where Johnny took both you and your mother out for dates, when he had asked you back then when your mother had walked away to the loo, that you don’t usually get to eat food this good, or this plenty when it was only the two of you. 

Johnny curses to himself when he thinks of it, he should’ve realised this sooner, how your mother was treating you with such blatant dislike, he thought your relationship was rocky, he hadn’t known or expected that you were abused and neglected by her all along.

“What’s with the frown on your face, love?” you ask when you came round after fetching yourself a glass of water, taking a seat next to the warm alpha, you’re rather warm these days, which is why you’ve been layering less, so that you could still cuddle Johnny comfortably. 

“Nothing, was wondering where you were at,” Johnny says, he doesn’t want to bring it up, you always have melancholy swimming in your eyes whenever he mentions your excuse of a mother, it’s better to not mention the past now that you’re having a good day.

“Corny alpha,” you tease, snuggling to his side, purring when his scent begins to envelope the two of you, you had specifically  told Johnny that the scent of cinnamon calms you down, that you love smelling like him, consenting yourself to be scented by him at any opportunity. 

“It’s work, isn’t it? Let’s take a break, how about a nap?” you suggest with an excited smile, you love being cuddled to sleep, his scent is a remedy for your insomnia.

“You should’ve become a negotiator,” Johnny says as he lifts you up in his arms, earning a squeal from you. 

“I could’ve walked myself, you know,” you say breathlessly in between giggles, being carried by Johnny always makes you giddy, like you were a child all over again.

“What’s the fun in that?” Johnny retorts as he lays you down gently on his bed, and instantly his arms come circling your waist once more, Johnny can’t describe it, but whenever he pulls you into his embrace, his alpha feels like it’s coming home, having memorised your every touch, and when your smile falls a little, his alpha is clawing at his chest to prod why.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Johnny asks, his hand reaching up to cradle your cheek.

“Can I ask you something Johnny?” that question worries Johnny, but he nods regardless, he promised to himself he’d face whatever problems the two of you may come across.

“What did you see in her back then? And what do you see in me? I don’t look anything like her,” you add on, choosing to be honest with him with your insecurities, your physical features have always taken after your father, or your male producer, since that’s all he’s done for you.

Johnny stills, he didn’t expect you to ask anything like that, and he sighs, knowing that he’d have to come clean to you sooner or later.

“I was attracted to the faint scent of pears mixed with roses when I first bumped into your mother, it was so calming to me, and at that time I guess I was young, and I wanted someone who was serious with me I guess, and maybe partly because it was kinda cool, bragging to my friends that I bagged myself a milf, it was just lots of bad decisions, really, especially when I realised that the scent I found comforting didn’t even belong to the person I was seeing, and I never thought you looked like your mother, she is her own beauty, and you are your own,” Johnny confesses and reassures, unknowingly, he’s breathing in your scent now, to calm his nerves.

“All of us make mistakes, Johnny, I’m just glad you don’t see me as an extension of her, that worried me the most to be honest,” you say truthfully, “that was my biggest worry.”

“You have nothing to worry about, if you do, that means I’m fucking something up,” Johnny jokes, but with a full sense of seriousness to it, and he looks into your eyes, trying his best to convey the message that this is serious, that you’re everything to him. 

“Stop looking at me like that, go to sleep, you need it,” you say, laying your head on Johnny’s pillow and his shoulder, the support your neck needed after a day of editing videos.

“I think you needed this nap more than me,” Johnny notes with a teasing tone, but nonetheless, does as you’re told, closing his eyes to drift off to peaceful slumber with you.

When Johnny wakes up, he feels your body next to his, impossibly close, and also alarmingly hot, he jerks awake, seeing your forehead beaded with sweat, immediately he knew your heat has approached, or is coming soon, he could also feel his rut arriving, having triggered by your heat, he concludes when he feels the prickly feeling he gets at the back of his neck, a sign of his upcoming rut.

Should he wake you up? You never enjoy being woken up for no reason, but he could smell your scent sweeten, meaning that you’re probably getting wet by whatever dream you’re having.

Johnny made up his mind to wake you up at half past six, then you’d at least have two hours of sleep, for now, he’s going to make some porridge in his rice cooker, so you’d have some light food to have if your heat is put on a pause, Johnny’s never been so glad for having a stocked up fridge more than now, he has to move quick, he doesn’t want you, or more so, your omega in distress if you find him gone from the bed.

Johnny finishes up the last step of his mother’s old recipe before he dashes back into his room, you were still sleeping, rolling around in the pile of clothes Johnny had placed surrounding you, a makeshift nest ro help you sleep better, and it worked, seeing how you’re sweating a bit less, your face a bit less tensed.

Johnny looks at the time on the clock, you’ve been sleeping for almost three hours now, it’s time to wake you up if he wants to make it on time for dinner to be done.

“Hey, baby, time to wake up, you’ve been sleeping for a long time amd, don’t panic, but I think your heat is here, do you still want me around? If not I could probably look for a heat hotel for myself,” Johnny reassures, even though you’ve told him many times that you’re perfectly fine with spending your heat and rut together.

“I wouldn’t want to spend it any other way, Johnny,” you say with utmost confidence, knowing that if you didn’t Johnny’s going to overthink himself not to.

“Okay,” Johnny replied with a shaky breath, he’s never been nervous to sleep with an omega, but this is you, the person that matters most in his life, it’s expected of him to be on his nerves.

Although without mark, you could feel how nervous Johnny is through his scent, the sweet cinnamon having a twinge of sour, any other alpha would’ve lost control at this point, but Johnny hasn’t even complained about his awful blue balls even once, and is instead contributing to his own pain, and so you decide to help him out, or you’d be lying in your own puddle of arousal and still you wouldn’t have came even once.

“Tell me what you want to do with me,” you suggest before you seal your lips with his, in hopes that it’d motivate him to be more expressive with you, that if you can’t lead Johnny himself to make a move on you, that Johnny’s alpha would.

Instantly, Johnny’s hands held onto your hips possessively, his face nuzzles into your neck, his tongue flicking dangerously at the spot which might bind you closer than the imprint, but you expose your neck still, your omega doing the thinking for you in this haze of lust your body is driven to.

When he brushes his teeth against your sliver of neck, you instantly feel a new flood of arousal, your scent now heavily dousing the air Johnny breathes in.

Johnny curses, and you know why, you could feel his large cock twitching in his pants, the tip grinding against your puffy clit through the many layers of clothing, the rough material encouraging you to swivel your hips faster, your mind in a frenzy to seek more pleasure, but Johnny ceases all your movements with his strong hands.

“You asked me what I wanted to do with you,” Johnny says before his hands pry your clothed cheeks apart, dropping his head to your shoulder before he inhales deeply, almost growling at the sweet spike of your scent, “I want a taste, sweetheart, could you give me that?” Johnny asks after pulling away, his eyes hooded, a red hue painted on his honey brown eyes. 

“Okay-y,” you say shakily, preparing to hop off of your alpha, but Johnny ceases your movements once more, causing you to whine, your omega disliking the fact that you’re getting denied from your sweet pleasure.

“I want you to ride my face, baby,” Johnny demands, pushing you upwards his body, getting you to move as you quickly nod your head, one of your oldest fantasies of Johnny coming true right now.

Johnny helps you remove your pants and underwear, his eyes zoning in on your slicked up pussy.

“Beautiful, so fucking pretty, and all mine,” Johnny admires aloud before he jerks your body downwards, attaching his tongue to your cunt, lapping away like some mutt, his tongue greedily catches all your sweet juices before he thrusts his tongue inside your core, groaning at the way your warm velvet walls cocoon around his tongue, his mind reeling at the thought of having his cock deep inside you, how tight you’d feel around him.

Johnny’s pace is too fast, he has you grabbing the headboard, toes clenched as you whimper at the feeling of his flexible tongue and sharp nose digging at your clit when he started moving your hips for you, you’re most certainly fucking his face now, and when you thought things couldn’t feel any better, Johnny exchanges his tongue with three of his fingers and he traps your clit in between his lips, sucking hard, he had feared his jaw would really go slack if he keeps up with the strenuous routine for too long.

However, the added thickness and length quickly has you screaming, the tips of his fingers finally reaching your sensitive spot, and so you fall apart, screaming.

“Fuck, so good, daddy,” you say as you weakly grind against Johnny’s face, not registering the fact that the man under you had frozen up, but he lets you continue nonetheless, savouring your sweet release on his taste buds.

When you’re finally done riding out your high, Johnny gently flips you to his spot, now he’s hovering over you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I didn’t expect you to spill that dirty little secret to daddy this soon, my sweetheart,” Johnny says as he brushes your hair out of your face, admiring your flushed face.

Your heart drops at Johnny’s words, cursing at your lack of clarity whilst you're entrapped in this sex crazed heat.

“Don’t be so worried baby, you don’t need to hide yourself from daddy,” Johnny reassures before he kisses you softly, tasting yourself on his tongue.

With Johnny’s reassurance, you uncover yourself and start roaming your hands up his shirt to have a touch of Johnny’s chiselled body, he deduces that he can wait no longer, quickly jerking off his pants, his large cock hung in between his strong thighs, Johnny jerks off his cock with his hands as he admires your bare body, he feels himself battling with his wolf side, the desire to fuck, breed, and claim nagging his mind.

“You can still back out, sweetheart, go while my rut hasn’t entirely consumed me,” Johnny reminds you.

“No, please, I need this, I need you, daddy,” you say as you spread your legs, sitting up to reach for Johnny’s cock, but before you could even touch him, Johnny gently pushes you down the bed with one hand, the other gripping his dick in his hands, guiding himself to your entrance.

Johnny intertwines his hand with yours, hands locked next to your head as you feel his gaze burning into yours, slowly, you feel him breaching your ring of muscle, your walls opening up bit by bit as he fills you up slowly.

A whimper escapes you as you feel him surely filling you up to the brim.

“I’m sorry, baby, just a little bit more, you’re more than halfway in, baby, you’re doing a good job for me,” Johnny coos, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, an action he does whenever he picks up your anxiety spike in your scent.

When you’ve swallowed his length whole, Johnny lets you adjust to his size, distracting you by kissing you passionately, hoping that his lips would suffice as a distraction from the burn you’re feeling down there, and slowly, the burning feeling turns into slow but steady twinges of pleasure, and the fullness is driving your omega crazy, and now she’s craving for a big fat knot.

“You can move now, daddy,” you say, in a reassuring tone, your hand squeezing Johnny’s.

Johnny nods, before he pulls his hand away, choosing to hold your hips for better control, he thrusts shallowly, needing to gauge your reaction before he really starts, and the reaction is immediate, the friction of your walls against his bare cock is too good, moaning at the slight movement.

Johnny takes this as a positive sign, his alpha crooning, he pulls out most of his length, leaving the tip in before he thrusts back into you in one stroke, groaning at the way you clench around him. 

“Fuck, baby, you feel so tight, so wet,” Johnny mumbles, more to himself since you’re getting lost by how Johnny almost immediately locates your sweet spot again, a whine leaving you as your toes clench and your nails drag down his back, and the pain fuels Johnny, knowing that he could drive you mad just from his dick alone.

“Alpha, please…”

Johnny’s cock twitches at hearing you beg, he doesn’t even need to dick train you, your daddy issues alone have moulded you into his perfect princess.

“Please what, sweetheart? You need to be specific,” Johnny demands, a hand coming to rub circles on your clit, he knows you’re very wet by now, but he wants you to unclench yourself, it’s not going to be pleasurable if you’re constantly tense.

“I…” you stutter, how can you voice the fact that you want him to move because you’re insanely horny? But the encouraging smile and constant calming pheromones in the air has you caving in, and maybe your omega is getting frustrated too.

“Want you to move faster, please daddy,” you say in a seductive, yet shy whisper, before you add on something absolutely unfiltered from your omega’s mind, “make your omega feel good.”

Johnny lets out an appreciative growl, ready to accept the challenge after hearing you call yourself his.

Johnny ploughs his cock inside you at a rapid pace, his hands grabbing, digging into your ass cheeks as he most literally, rocks your world.

You could feel yourself slipping away from sanity, choked moans leaving your parted lips as Johnny rearranges your guts, hooking one of your legs around his waist so that he could thrust deeper inside you, upholding your request of being filled with his cum.

A loud whine escapes you as you let yourself be manhandled, anything is fine by you as long as you could feel this overwhelming amount of pleasure going through your body.  

You hold onto Johnny’s tricep as you feel yourself being rushed into another high.

“Daddy!” you gasp out once the dam of pleasure finally breaks, figuratively and literally, because the next thing you could register in your heat crazed haze is that your pelvis and Johnny’s luscious looking thighs are drenched with your release.

Your eyes widen comically as you take in the fact that you just squirted, the apology on the tip of your tongue.

However, Johnny beats you to it, voicing his positive thoughts over it.

“Fuck, baby, can’t believe you squirted just like that, your tight little hole couldn’t handle daddy’s big cock, am I right?” Johnny asks, his tone so gentle, yet his words so filthy, and that has your heart doing somersaults and your pussy clenching enthusiastically. 

Then your heart drops, the love fest interrupts your train of thoughts, Johnny hasn’t cum yet.

“Daddy, you haven’t cum,” you said, immediately clenching onto the girth inside you, but Johnny grips your hips to halt you.

“You must be tired, let your body rest before your heat consumes you again,” Johnny suggests, prepared to pull out of you.

“No! Please, daddy, I need your cum, your knot, or I’d feel empty…daddy,” the last part came out as a whisper, still not being used to voicing out your carnal desires even though it’s perfectly normal, especially during one’s heat.

Johnny gives you a soft smile, a hand caressing your face before he kisses you gently on the lips.

“Present yourself,” your alpha says to you before he pulls himself out, kneeling before your beautiful body, choosing to let you make the move.

And so you did, slowly lifting yourself, turning around and presenting yourself, on your knees with your ass arched up, your pussy glistening even under the minimal lighting in the room. 

Johnny curses under his breath before he quickly seathes himself back inside you, groaning at the welcoming walls that he once again sank into.

“Don’t hold back, alpha, take what you need,” you say, twisting your neck to get a glimpse at the beautiful man you’re able to call yours.

Johnny curses under his breath before he resumes the punishing pace he had going on before you reached your high. You’re really starting to think you’re a masochist, the way you enjoy the slight burn from the overstimulation has all the signs showing that you can no longer deny.

“Is my baby a pain slut? Whining that it hurts, but I can still feel your pussy getting wetter for me,” Johnny teases as he slows down his thrusts, putting more emphasis on fucking you deeper, now that you’ve came.

All you could do was nod between sniffles, struggling to agree with your alpha verbally, knowing that most men find that sexy, but Johnny coos, he knows what you want to convey, and the fact that you couldn’t even speak your mind whilst he fucks you just drives his confidence through the roof.

Before he knows it, Johnny could feel his cock bulging up, his knot forming, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him so closely, and his knot hasn’t even finished swelling up.

Johnny whispers sweet encouragements in your ears as you whimper at the foreign feeling of being knotted.

Soon after, his knot starts to deflate, spurts of cum painting your walls white as he calls your name sweetly, almost moaning. 

And slowly, the stream comes to a stop, you were in and out of it during the time of you and Johnny being locked together, dozing off as Johnny has his arms wrap around your body, scenting you even though you are most definitely drenched in his scent from the constant physical attachment, but he understands you well enough that you need this on an emotional level.

“You can still leave if you don’t want to spend my rut with me, I can feel it starting soon, maybe give or take a few hours,” Johnny reminds you, giving you one last chance to leave if you decide to not spend a rut with him yet, which is respectable, the two of you haven’t been dating that long, most people at least wait a year of dating before spending such a vulnerable time together.

“I’m sure, Johnny,” you reassured him as you brush the flyaways from his handsome face.

“Then let’s get some food before we fuck like bunnies again,” Johnny jokes before he whisks you away to the direction of his kitchen, tummy rumbling now that you caught whiff of the scent of delicious food, you just hope your alpha is able to keep his hands to himself long enough after you guy finish washing the dishes.

You smile to yourself at the realisation, that even with all the uncertainty that started off between the two of you, the situation with your mother and how Johnny used to keep you at arm’s length, in the end, you win.

[moody-alcoholic]

These Violent Delights

Chapter 11 - Moments before the Storm

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 7.4k words. More heat smut yes please... (these aren't going to get any better)

CW: MDNI +18 explicit content a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (scenting, heats, knotting), mentions of past abuse, masturbation, brief mentions of blood, angst, sex, PiV sex, fingering, knotting, breeding talk, overuse of the word cock, brief mention of needles, brief description of weapons, language, angst, talk about birth control, mentions of pregnancy.

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“Idiot! That's what you are, you know that right? Fucking idiot!” Hale had been screaming in his ear for the better part of 5 minutes. He managed to slip out of the base, making it to the stash in the forest and the hidden phone. He was an idiot. He panicked that you were going to expose him. At least with your forced heat, he’s bought himself a few days.  

“You know what you have to do now. Your only job is to get the omega and get out of there.” 

“Of course sir, but can we trust Commander Graves to turn a blind eye to all this?” 

“I fucking paid him enough to.” 

“What about the bugs?” 

“Fuck,” Hale says. Then the line goes quiet. “Leave them, destroy them if you can, but the omega is more important. You still have everything you need in the stash correct?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then you know what to do. Don’t let me down again.” The call ends. He looks down at the stash. A crate with weapons and a duffle bag with everything he needs to get the omega and take her to Professor Hale. He reaches down into the crate pulling out a pistol, pulling the barrel back and feeling the weight in his hand. 

This time he wouldn’t let Professor Hale down, if not for his own sake. 

You’ve been calling out ever since Gaz dropped you off in John’s room. Your whines and calls are slicing through the tension in the air. John hasn’t said a word since Dr. Piper explained forced heats the first time. Someone had done this, someone had assaulted you, had forced you to be in this state. It makes his blood boil. It makes him angry. He has to control his scent. You’re in heat. His anger could confuse you and make you distress. 

“Explain it again,” John says, pacing the room. The smell of honey is making his head spin. All he wants is to be with you. He can’t though, he needs to get to the bottom of this. He needs to keep it together and make a plan.

“Her heat has been forced. It's something that would naturally happen if she was around an alpha in rut. Hale would force her heats as punishment or to make her…susceptible. They’re not like normal heats, they’re shorter and more extreme. It forces her body to release eggs regardless of her cycle,” Dr. Montgomery explains. 

The door to the barracks flys open and Simon walks in. John watches his nostrils flair, his pupils dilating. John wants to jump on him and push him out the building. He shouldn’t be here around his omega. He balls his hands into fists, keeping an eye on him. Simon keeps his distance, and Johnny stands next to him.

“What happened?” he asks, swallowing thickly. Gaz comes up behind John. He can smell him trying to project his scent but it’s not doing anything. All he can smell is you, honey and strawberries thick in the air. 

“Explain,” John says, waving his hand at Dr. Montgomery. She explains the situation for what feels like the millionth time. He can hear the nerves in her voice now, can smell her fear in the air.  

“All of you go with Dr. Montgomery. I want you to search the lab, the scientists’ quarters. I don’t care what you have to do, just find out who did this,” John snaps, rubbing the back of his neck. He needs to be with you. He needs to be inside you. Your scent is intoxicating. He knows you need him, he knows you’re desperate for his knot. He can hear it in your calls, the pleading in your whines ringing in his ears.

“Forced heats are not the same as regular heats. She is going to be more needy, more desperate. Be careful. It's only going to last a day or so at the most. She can be alone, you don’t have to take care of her.” He digs his eyes into her. He can’t leave you even if he wanted to.

“Someone needs to stay with her, and it might as well be me,” he says. 

“Get Laswell to help, and try to keep this a away from Shepherd. The last thing we need is him breathing down our neck,” John says to the room. He looks up at Simon. He can tell he’s struggling, his usual hard demeanor changed. He’s unsure what to do, so he just turns to leave, everyone following out after him. 

“John,” Dr. Montgomery calls back as she stands in the doorway. “The betas will check on you and keep you updated.” 

John nods, turning to his room. He can hear your moans become more desperate as he walks through the door. 

Your fingers are still deep in your aching pussy as you try to get any release. John walks over to you pulling his top off over his head. You can smell him, taste him in the air. You pull your fingers out reaching out for him in your haze. He grabs your wrist, your hand soaked in your slick and pulls your fingers into his mouth. You hear a growl rise in his throat as he sucks on your digits. 

“Alpha,” you whine, rubbing your legs together. You press your fingers down on his hot tongue. You look over his body seeing his free hand unbuckle his belt as he shimmies his trousers off. You can see his cock almost bulging out of his boxers as he lets your hand go. You lick your lips reaching over to pull him out but he steps back. You whine out, almost falling off the bed, your chest flopping down. 

He steps back over to you reaching down and pulling his cock out. He’s just out of reach as he strokes himself. Your eyes go wide as you lay there watching him, his hand running down his shaft twisting upwards when he reaches the tip. You’re drooling when you see a bead of precum leak from the tip. 

He presses his thumb over to wipe it up but instead of smearing it down his cock he pushes his thumb in your mouth, smearing it across your tongue. 

“Be a good omega, show me how much you want it,” he says. His voice is low and commanding. Your mind doesn’t seem to comprehend the words but your body moves, turning and pressing your face down on the bed, your hips thrust in the air, legs apart, thighs wet with your slick.

You’re presenting for him. It’s all you can think to do. You’re desperate to feel his hands on you. You need his hands on you, you need him inside you. He takes a step towards you, his hands landing on your hips stroking around your curves as he inches closer to your aching cunt. 

“Please alpha,” you beg—you’re already begging. You try to shuffle closer to him, but his hands keep you in place. His scent is heavy in the air now, vanilla and smoke filling your nose. His hand moves to the small of your back pushing you down flat. You let him, as he scoops his arms under your thighs, pulling your legs off the end of the bed. 

You grip the bedding, moaning as your nipples drag against the fabric. His fingers press against your entrance, coating them in your slick before pushing them inside you. You clench around him moaning into the bed, bunching the sheets up in your fists. 

“Such a needy omega,” he says, his voice almost a growl as his fingers speed up inside you. You can’t even speak, your response just coming out as a murmur. You need more, more fingers, deeper, harder. Your brain is too foggy to process speech as he drives you closer to the edge. You're arching your back, wiggling your hips, gripping his fingers with each thrust.

“Are you going to cum on my fingers? Desperate needy omega.” His voice is hard, and you can smell his rut in the air. You don’t care, you need him. 

“Yes alpha, anything for you,” you pant as his fingers drive you over the edge. You cum hard, your legs tensing up and shaking as he rides you through the orgasm, his fingers making the most beautiful wet noises as his palm slaps against your ass. Slick coats his hand as he presses on the rough spot inside you. 

“Good girl,” John coos as he bends over you, his tongue running over the mark on the back of your neck. A warmth bubbles in your core at the praise, at the feel of his tongue pressing on your mark. Your mind goes back to the time he claimed you, the thrill, the adrenaline pumping through your system. 

His teeth claiming you as his omega forever.

“Alpha, I need you,” you beg. He kisses your mark before standing back up.

“What do you need?” he asks even though he’s already pressing against your entrance. 

“Your knot alpha, I need your knot,” you beg, trying to rock back on his cock. He slips between your folds, his tip knocking against your swollen clit. Each thrust sends shivers down your spine. It’s making you more desperate as you rock your hips back against him. He moans out, letting you tease yourself.

“Please,” you whine. He lets out a sigh. He sounds somewhat disappointed as he relents and eases himself into you. You bite down on the bedding, muffling your moan as you tighten around him causing him to throb inside you. It’s too much, finally being filled by your alpha is enough to push you over the edge again. 

“ Christ ,” John breathes as you cum around him, your cunt throbbing as he drags his cock through your swollen walls. You can feel each inch of him, each twitch and throb. It’s enough to make you crazy. 

“Yes alpha, please.” You don’t want him to stop as you shake around him. You need his knot. He reaches down gripping your hair pulling your head up uncomfortably as he drives into you. He’s rougher than he’s been with you before. You didn't think he could go deeper but he seems to find a way as you’re panting with each thrust.  

He’s grunting as he gets closer, his hips smacking into you. It feels amazing, almost too good. Your head goes blank. All you can think about is one thing: ‘ knot, knot, knot.’ You need your alpha to take you, to fill you with his seed, to fill you with babies.

“John,” you gasp as you get close, your body tensing as he drives you closer to the edge. 

“Relax, come on, nice and easy.” He slows down pressing his hand on the small of your back. If you relax you’re going to cum. You let out a breath as you relax your body letting him press into you faster. You’re not going to last long like this, and you can tell he can sense it too. 

“Alpha,” you moan, closing your eyes as you let your body rock against his hips.

“I know, I know,” he says. One hand holds your back down, the other has a tight grip on your hair. It only takes a few more pumps and you’re cuming again, clenching around him as he drives into you. Your body goes limp as you listen to his grunts. The scent of leather fills your nose making your head spin as you come down from the orgasm. 

He lets go of your hair and your head flops down on the bedding. Your vision is hazy as John reaches over, turning your head to the side. You get a moment of clarity as you try to normalize your breathing. John’s arms reach around you, picking you up, moving you around the bed. You let him, not having the energy to do anything other than let him fuck you again and again until he feels like you deserve his knot. He lays up behind you as you bring your legs to your chest. 

His lips are on your neck, softly pressing kisses around your mark. It makes your whole body tingle, a warmth rising inside you as the pain comes back between your legs. Your breathing picks up as John presses himself back inside of you. Going slow this time, his arms wrap around you. He breathes you in his nose, nuzzling into your neck. 

When you try to rock up against him, he holds you in place, his hand pressing down on your abdomen. You close your eyes letting him set the pace even though everything feels too slow, like it’s not enough. When his lips and tongue are not dragging across your skin, he presses his lips up against your ear, his voice low, growling as he tells you how good you’re being.

“Going to take my knot like a good omega?” he breathes feral in your ear as he nips at your ear lobe. 

“Yes alpha, I need your knot,” you beg, tipping your head back. John hums, one of his hands coming up and lazily pulling on your nipple. A moan catches in your throat as you grind your hips up against him. He keeps you in place though, controlling the speed as he huffs and moans. His breath is hot on your neck, panting in your ear. 

“C’mon, be a good omega for me,” John says in your ear pulling you tighter against him. “Cum for me, take my knot.” 

“Yes alpha, anything for you,” you say between pants as he drives into you harder. His arms tighten around you as he cums, throbbing in you as he fills you up, his cock expanding, making you feel full as your head goes stuffy. With his knot stretching you out, you’re overcome with a wave of tiredness. You’ve done your job, you have your alpha's knot and now you get to rest. 

John wraps his arms around you pulling you closer to his chest. You can feel his heart thumping as he tries to steady his breathing. You let out a breath as you relax into the pillow. John’s lips press against your neck, he hums as they rest against your mark. 

“Such a good omega,” he purrs. You smile at the praise, it makes the warm feeling grow inside you. You close your eyes, breathing in his scent, smoke and leather. Now you get to rest for a few hours before the cycle starts up again.

Ghost is shaking with anger as he walks over to the lab with everyone following behind him. He knew something like this might happen. He knew you were at risk. Dr. Montgomery’s explanation was not giving him peace of mind either. Forced heat, it sounds like hell. The thought of you being in pain makes his stomach twist. 

He needs to focus. He needs to find out who did this. Then he’ll feel better. He stops outside the door, turning back to look at everyone standing behind him. Dr. Montgomery looks worried, Soap and Gaz’s eyes are hard as they look at him, waiting for orders. 

“Gaz go get Laswell, meet us back here. Soap we’re going to strip this place from the ground up,” Ghost says, crossing his arms. Soap and Gaz nod, Gaz leaves and Ghost turns to Dr. Montgomery. She looks sad, worried, and guilty. 

“Dr. Montgomery, you need to go through the lab data. We need a timeline of who’s been accessing what chemicals at what time. Who’s been in the medical room other than you.” 

She nods, not saying anything. For a second Ghost feels bad for her. This is partly her fault though. She should know what her scientists are up to. 

She should have known. She should have stopped this. 

Simon goes into the lab. The place is empty. It’s a Friday night, some of the scientists will have already gone home. He turns to the doctor.

“Do you have a list of which scientists go home on a weekend?” Ghost asks her. She nods, heading to her office. 

“Soap go get the logs of who’s left the base. Try not to piss Graves off,” Ghost says as Soap heads out of the room. Ghost stands there looking around the lab. The place looks packed up for the weekend. There’s no sign people have been there for a good few hours. The lab door opens and Gaz and Laswell walk in. 

“What’s going on?” she asks, coming over to Ghost. 

“Someone forced the omega’s heat. We need to find out who and why,” he explains. Dr. Montgomery comes out of her office. She hands him a folder.

“We need to find out who’s here and who’s gone home for the weekend. How long ago do you think this could have happened?” Ghost asks the doctor. She looks around the lab holding her hands up, shrugging. 

“A few minutes. It depends on a lot of factors. If I knew how much or what she’s been given it would help,” she explains. She walks around a desk going over to the computer. Ghost throws the folder on one of the tables. 

“Where’s John?” Laswell asks, stepping up next to Ghost. 

“Someone needs to keep an eye on the omega.” Ghost folds his arms as Gaz opens the folder. Laswell nods, going over to help him. Ghost goes around to see what Dr. Montgomery is looking at, clicking away on a computer.

“What's that?” Ghost says. She doesn’t say anything, continuing to click around. 

“What about the hidden cameras and microphones?” she asks quietly leaning into him. He looks at her, meeting her eyeline. He looks over at Gaz and Laswell working through the paperwork. If they could find the cameras or microphones they might be able to find out who’s been messing around. 

“We’ll deal with that later. Right now we need to look at the staff. Is there anyone you would suspect?” he asks. She stands up from the computer putting her hands on her hips. 

“I don’t know, I would trust them but I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them are still wishing they could work for Hale instead of me,” she says. Lawell looks up from the paperwork. 

“Let me know if you think of anything,” Ghost says, turning away from her. Then he sees it on the floor, a syringe sticking out from under a stool. He reaches down, picking it up. 

“Here,” he says, turning back around to Dr. Montgomery with it in his hands. She sighs when she sees it taking it out of his hands. 

“Can we test it for prints or something?” she asks.

“We’re army not police. Can you figure out what drug it is?” he asks. She nods. Ghost sighs walking around the room to help Laswell and Gaz. 

“LT, Graves said he won't give the logs without Price’s approval,” Soap’s voice comes through Ghost’s radio. Fucking Graves . Laswell and Gaz look up at Ghost.

“I’ll deal with it,” he replies, heading out of the building back to the barracks. He balls his hands up into fists. This whole thing was a mess. He waits for a few seconds with his hand on the barrack's door handle. He can smell you in the air before he’s even inside. Honey, vanilla and strawberries. He can smell Price too, leather and smoke, the ground after rain. 

He sighs, opening the door. The scents hit him hard, overwhelming him and making his head spin. His cock twitches in his pants. He wants to be near you, Christ, he needs to be near you. There are no noises, no moans or sounds of sex. The closer he gets to Price’s office the stronger it is, he can taste it in the air. He focuses all his energy on keeping his scent contained. No need to freak John out and make him think there’s a threat in the building. 

He goes into Price’s office going over to his computer sitting down on the chair and logging in. His mind wanders. You’re just on the other side of the thin walls. He bet if he pressed his ear up against the wall he could hear you. He’s trying to focus on what he needs to do, clicking through the pages when you moan out of nowhere. 

The noise makes Ghost squeeze his eyes shut. All he can imagine is you, laying naked in the bed ready and waiting for an alpha to fuck you. He wishes it was him. He opens his eyes again as the moaning dies down he shifts in the chair, his hardened cock pulling on his jeans. It’s almost painful. He can't help palming himself over the fabric. Christ , you’re going to be the death of him.  

He clicks through the other pages trying to find the right one. His brain is too preoccupied though, imagining you bent over, needy and ready. Your pussy aching for him. More moans from the other side of the wall make the decision for him, his hands unclipping his belt, reaching in and pulling his cock out. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief as he strokes himself already leaking with precum. 

This time your moans don’t stop. He can hear Price starting too. 

“Want more?” he asks sleepily. Ghost moves the chair closer to the wall, almost pressing his ear up against it. He can hear your whines and moans as the bed starts to creak and the wet sounds of sex start up. Simon bites his lip to stop himself from moaning out. He has to be careful, quiet. He breathes in your scent, and it makes his mouth water. He wishes he was in John’s position. 

“Alpha,” you whine as John grunts. It almost sounds like he's growling. It makes Ghost pump his cock harder, faster as the moans and panting continue. He wonders what position you’re in, bent over the bed? Laid flat on your back, your perfect tits bouncing with each thrust? He would reach over and grab them, play with your nipples if only to feel you clench tighter around him. A moan catches in his throat as he squeezes the base of his cock.

Too close.

He starts his thrusts again, slow and methodical, but it’s not long before he's giving into the scents again. It’s almost like you’re controlling the speed, his strokes in time with your cries. Each time you call out for your alpha it makes something bubble inside him, a warmth he’s never felt before. It just makes him ache for you more, his head spinning with each thrust of his hand. 

His toes curl in his boots as he gets close to the edge, his thumb brushing over the tip with each long stroke. He looks around for something to catch his release in, he reaches over to the tissue box pulling some out. His hand doesn’t slow, your panting getting louder through the walls, John’s moans speeding up. 

“Alpha, need you,” you whine.

“Tell me what you need,” Price’s voice comes back, low, grumbling. It makes Ghost tip his head back. 

“Cum, need to cum alpha.” Ghost can hear the desperation in your voice, Price’s increase of speed. He can hear each smack of Price’s hips against your ass. 

“C’mon then, been such good omega cum for me.” Price’s scent is strong in the air now. You cry out as you cum, Price’s panting turning to grunts. Simon can’t hold it any longer biting down on the inside of his cheek as he cums into the tissues. He sits there focusing all his energy on controlling his scent, his hand gripping the base of his cock as cum drips over his fingers. He moves the tissue, reaching over for more to clean himself up. 

It’s not even been a few seconds before you’re already sounding needy and desperate again. It must be exhausting to go for so long, Ghost thinks as he throws away the tissues, tucking himself back in his pants and going back to focusing on the task at hand. He finds the right form, filling it out and sending it. 

Now he needs to leave as quiet as he came. He turns the light off in the room, silently walking out the building. He waits until he’s made it back to the lab before unmuting his radio. 

“Soap, the request has been sent,” he says walking into the lab. He hears Soap reply then goes over to Dr. Montgomery. 

“Found anything?” he asks. 

“She was injected with the hormone that activates her heat. I’d say it’s going to last 2-3 days at least,” she explains. Ghost lets out a sigh. 2-3 days, he can work with that. As soon as Soap comes back they can start looking for bugs and check who’s been in and out of the base. 

His mind wanders back to earlier, you hugging him from behind, squeezing his hand. He remembers what it felt like, the dread, the horror of you being in fear. Smelling your fear in the air, harsh like metal, rust, Ghost couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Regardless it was a scent he never wanted to smell again. 

He looks over at Dr. Montgomery. He wishes he could be alone with her now, get things off his chest. She always knows the right thing to say. A few minutes later Soap comes back in the room with an armful of folders. He walks straight over to the table with Laswell and Gaz. 

“Gaz, Laswell, keep working on finding out where people are. Soap we’re going to clear the place for bugs,” Ghost says, his voice level as he orders them around.

“What bugs?” Gaz asks, looking confused. 

“Someone planted bugs in the lab. If we find them, we might be able to find out who did this,” he explains. 

“We’ll start upstairs,” Ghost says, nodding at Soap and heading to the stairs. 

It had been a full 24 hours before the noise in John’s room finally died down. Johnny and Kyle had been taking shifts waiting for them to be able to go in and check on you both. Johnny was awake for the next few hours. 

He waited an extra 40 minutes or so before finally deciding to go in and check. He picked up a bottle of water and a protein bar from the kitchen. He can smell you through the door, honey and leather. He opens the door slowly. The room is dark. Last time, John left the bedside light on. This time, Johnny has to use the corridor light from behind him to make sure he doesn’t trip over anything. 

He makes it to the bed and reaches out for John’s arm which is tightly wrapped around you. It doesn’t take much to stir John who immediately shushes him, reaching out to grab Johnny’s arm.

“You have no idea how long it took her to calm down,” he whispers. Johnny can’t help but smile at your sleeping form, completely knocked out, even snoring softly. It’s a stark difference from your last heat when you were somewhat aware of what was going on around you. 

“How do you feel?” Johnny whispers back to him, opening the bottle of water and pressing it in his hand.  

“Sore, tired,” he says, gulping the water down. “How’s things out there?”

“Simon and Laswell have been interviewing all the staff. Gaz has been busy decoding the hidden cameras,” Johnny says. 

“So he told you, then,” John says. Johnny nods. 

“Si thinks we could find some evidence on them.” 

“What about Dr. Montgomery?” You stir at the mention of her name. It has you whining into the pillow. John shushes you, hoping you’ll go back to sleep. 

“She’s feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing. She’s been helping where she can,” Johnny says. John hums. 

“Simon been getting any rest?” he asks. Johnny knows he already knows the answer. 

“He’s been busy. You know what he’s like,” Johnny says. John sighs, passing the empty bottle to him. 

“Make sure he gets some rest. He’s no use to anyone if he’s exhausted,” John says, laying back down. Johnny nods at him. He leaves the protein bar on the bedside table and leaves the room. 

You’re sore when you wake up. You’re in John’s bed but he’s not around. You can smell him in the air. Maybe he hasn’t been gone for too long. You’re cold and naked as you move to the other side of the bed. You need a drink. Your head is still stuffy, your body sore and throbbing. You swing your legs off the side of the bed using all your energy to sit up. You’re sticky and raw. A nice warm shower sounds amazing for your sore body.

Only when you go to stand your legs give way feeling like jelly as you hit the floor. You let out a yelp. You're going to feel that in the morning. Your head starts swimming and for a few seconds you don’t know if you will be able to stand up again. You close your eyes laying there wondering what to do when the door opens. 

“Christ lass, you should be in bed.” It’s Johnny, but you’re in too much pain to feel embarrassed as he hooks his arms under your armpits lifting you up to sit on the edge of the bed. You whine in his arms as he moves your body uncomfortably.

“Where’s John?” you ask, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes. Johnny reaches over, picking up a bottle of water and opening it. You accept it when he hands it to you.

“He went to see how things were going with the search,” he says as you gulp the water down, realizing how dry your throat is.

“What search?” you ask finishing the water. 

“To find who did this to you,” he says. You feel sick. It feels like a knot is forming deep within you. 

“Do you remember anything?” Johnny asks you. A shiver runs up your body. You remember going to the lab. Why did you need to go to the lab? Maybe you needed to talk to Dr. Piper about something. Your head is still swimming, and you’re not quite feeling 100%. You go to stand up. Your legs still feel like jelly but you keep your balance, Johnny's hands resting on your shoulders. 

“You’re still warm, you should keep resting,” he says. You shake your head. You want a shower and you want to help. You can’t shake the feeling this is somehow your fault.

“How long has it been?” you ask.

“3 days,” he sighs, leaving you to grab a towel, throwing it around your back and over your shoulders. “Shower?” You nod following him out of the room. It’s dark out but you can’t tell if it's early morning or late evening. You don’t see or smell anyone other than Johnny. His hand presses on your back as you walk into the bathroom. 

“I’ll get you some PJ’s,” he says, leaving the room. You drop the towel stepping into the shower. You turn the heat up high letting the water turn your skin red. It feels like you’re washing off days of grime and sweat. Your legs are sticky and raw. You scrub your body with a thick layer of soap. When Johnny comes back in the room you turn to see him, he smiles at you picking up the towel off the floor placing it with your pajamas. 

You smile at him and turn back to the shower. You stick your head under the shower letting the water run down you, drowning out the world around you. You press your hands on the wall to support yourself. 

What happened? You need to think. Your heat was forced. It’s happened before. The Professor would do it all the time. Well, not all the time but more than you liked. The Professor is not here though. What were you doing before that? You helped with the training. You remember Simon in the stairwell. You turn the shower off, frustrated. 

Why can’t you remember? It’s like there is a block in your mind. You dry your body, looking in the mirror. You need to remember for their sake at least. You finish drying yourself and pulling on clean pajamas. You feel better, your muscles relaxed from the hot shower. You’re still aching, legs feeling stiff and your head is stuffy, like you’ve got the flu. 

You miss John too. You want to be near him. You should go back to bed, or at least steal his pillow. You head over to the door, and as soon as your hand hits the handle it’s like memories come flooding back. 

You remember laying on John’s lap just like you used to do for the Professor. Then you remember Dr. Miller, the drinks, the time skips. The needle in your neck. It was him; he did it. You’re rushing out the room, adrenaline coursing through your system. You see Johnny sat at the table.

“Where are they?” you ask, not hiding the shaking in your voice. 

“In the lab, what's up?” he says, frowning. You ignore him rushing out the building. You’re only in your thin pajamas and nothing on your feet but as soon as you hit the grass you’re sprinting across to the lab. You hear Johnny calling after you but you don’t care. Your lungs are burning, your body shaking as you slam into the lab door. You push your way in bracing your hands on your thighs as you try to catch your breath. 

“What the—” you hear Dr. Piper call as you look up. She’s jumping out of a chair rushing over to you. “You should be in bed, you should be resting.” The door to the lab opens behind you. There are more hands on you now, Johnny's warm hands, Dr. Piper's cold hands supporting you.

“Dr. Miller,” you say between breaths. Your wet hair is cold, water running down your back making you shiver as you stand up straight looking round the room. 

“What? Dr. Miller?” Dr. Piper asks. 

“He was the one. He was—I don’t know, but he was the one who injected me,” you say. You see Kyle and Kate have taken steps towards you. 

“He was the one who forced your heat?” she asks, You nod frantically, her hands leave you. 

“The alpha specialist?” Kyle asks as he looks back at John. You see John leaned back on a chair holding an icepack on his lap. The sound of heavy boots and a door slamming drags your attention to the other side of the room. 

“Gaz, go with him,” John orders. You watch as Kyle nods then leaves out the same door. You’ve calmed down now. You feel cold, shivering as goosebumps rise across your body. You can smell John’s alpha in the room. It makes you feel dizzy. You want to be near him. Your body is aching for him. 

“What happened?” Dr. Piper asks coming around to see your face. 

“I was coming to confront him, and he grabbed me. I don't remember what happened, but then he injected me and forced my heat,” you say looking down at the floor. You feel full of guilt. Tears come, this is all my fault. You can feel Johnny's hand start rubbing your back. 

“What did you want to confront him about?” she asks, her cold hand squeezing your shoulder. 

“I don’t know. I was having these memories, when I was helping Dr. Miller out. I would wake up in the medical room. He would say I passed out when he was trying to take my blood. I don’t ever remember what happened though.” You sniffle. You hear Dr. Piper sigh as her hand leaves your shoulder. You smell John’s scent stronger in the air now, and you can hear him moving towards you. 

His hand comes up to your cheek cupping it in his hand. He sighs, pulling your face up to look at him. You feel embarrassed. You wish you were better at reading his expression. You can’t smell anything other than his alpha. His eyes look around your face. All you want is to be with him, for him to hug you and tell you everything is going to be okay.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asks, his voice low. He almost sounds disappointed. 

“I thought it was just bad dreams, I thought it was all in my head. Dr. Miller was so nice. I didn’t think he was lying to me. I didn’t want to worry anyone,” you say. Maybe he’s trying to see if you’re lying or not. 

“What else did he do? What else do you remember?” he asks. He doesn’t sound disappointed anymore. His voice is level, commanding, and it makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. 

“I don’t remember much, I just remember waking up in the medical room.”

“How many times did this happen?” His voice is a little harsher now as his thumb rubs your cheek. 

“Twice,” you say, swallowing hard. He leans down pressing his forehead to yours before sighing. Maybe he’s not mad. His hand leaves your face and you feel alone. Johnny is still behind you, his hand rubbing your back. You brush the tears away feeling tired. 

“Take her back,” John says as he walks away. You look over at Dr. Piper. She looks sad. You let her down, you let them all down. 

“I’m sorry,” you say to no one in particular. 

“It’s alright, get some rest. We'll talk later,” John says, his back to you as he braces himself on a table. Johnny’s hands guide you out of the room. You feel the cold air hit your shaking body. As soon as you’ve made it down the steps, Johnny scoops you up in his arms. You look back into the lab, and you hear a crash as you see John swipe his arms across the table and then run his hands through his hair. 

This is all your fault. 

Guilt, that's all you feel. This is your fault. You should have told someone about Dr. Miller. You thought Dr. Piper knew. Why would she not know what her scientists were doing? You look over at Dr. Piper, her hands wrapped around her mug as she stares out the window. You can smell her guilt in the air.

You’re pushing food around your plate. You're not hungry. You’re just sore, sore and tired. You want to crawl back into bed. You miss John. He hasn’t been around. He didn’t come back last night, and you fell asleep on the sofa with Johnny. Dr. Piper came back around midday bringing you lunch. The last time you saw John was in the lab. You don’t blame him. He has to spend his time cleaning up your mess. You feel sick. Maybe that’s part of the guilt. 

You push your plate away, you're not hungry any more. 

“You need to eat,” she says looking over at you sipping on her coffee. You reluctantly reach out for the pudding cup. It’s chocolate today, that one is your favorite, although you feel like you don’t deserve it. You pull the lid off picking up the spoon. There’s a pit in your stomach, a horrible feeling inside you. You should have spoken to Dr. Piper. Maybe she thinks you don’t trust her. Maybe she thinks you don’t want to talk to her.

You spoon the pudding in your mouth, but the moment it hits your tongue you taste bitterness. It makes you gag. You straighten up in your chair. She turns to look at you, and you force yourself to swallow. It tastes horrible. You’re fine, you’re just worried, you don’t need Dr. Piper worrying too. 

You spoon more pudding in your mouth. You try to ignore the bitterness but you can't. You gag again. Dr. Piper's eyes are digging into you as you force yourself to swallow again. It doesn’t help and you feel your mouth fill with saliva as your stomach constricts.  

You’re off your feet running to the bathroom. The first toilet you see you throw yourself over, heaving as your back buckles. Dr. Piper is behind you pulling your hair up. Your body shakes as you empty your stomach. You slump down next to the toilet bowl. 

“I don’t know why the puddings do this. I used to like them.” you say sniffing. Dr. Piper frowns. 

“When have they started making you feel sick?” she asks. You shrug, wiping your mouth with toilet paper. 

“A week ago maybe,” you say, accepting her hand as she helps you to your feet. You see fear in her eyes. You smell it in the air, and it makes your stomach turn more than it already is. She doesn’t say anything, she just grabs your wrist pulling you through the barracks common room and out into the cold air. Your heart is beating in fear as you struggle to keep up with her. She takes you into the lab. You can see Kyle and John, they turn to see you as you’re dragged in.

“Everything okay?” John asks. You don’t know what to say, feeling tears well up in your eyes. 

“Everything is fine, just routine checks after her heat,” Dr. Piper says letting go of your wrist. You want to run into John’s arms. You want him to squeeze you tight and tell you everything is going to be okay. 

It’s not going to be okay though. It’s never going to be okay again and it’s all your fault. 

You follow Dr. Piper up the stairs and into the medical room. The whole place has been turned upside down. Cupboards opened and emptied, supplies thrown everywhere. They really have searched this place top to bottom. Dr. Piper goes through to the other room and comes back out with a cup. She hands it to you.

“I need a urine sample.” She guides you out of the room showing you where the toilet is. You don’t know what to say. You follow her instructions going into the bathroom and collecting the sample. You don’t like where this is going. When you get back into the medical room you give it to her and she gestures for you to jump up on the bed. 

You watch in silence as she opens something from a packet and dips it in the cup. 

“What's that?” you ask.

“Pregnancy test.” 

Your body freezes. Pregnancy test? That’s impossible. 

“I’m on birth control. I have the implant thing,” you say squeezing the top of your arm where Dr. Piper injected it a few months ago. You can even feel it just under your skin. It’s still there. You don’t know what to do. You can’t think. You can’t breathe.  

It’s not possible.

“I know, I know,” she says. She sounds nervous. You’re nervous now too. What are you going to do? This is all your fault. You sit there trying to control your breathing as you wait for Dr. Piper to say something. Anything. It feels like the seconds and minutes are dragging on forever. You hear her sigh and she turns to look at you. You’re holding your breath. 

“It’s positive,” she says. You don’t believe her. You want to laugh, you want to cry.

“That’s not possible.” You shake your head. You don’t believe her, you can't. She sighs, showing you a white stick with 2 little pink lines on it. 

“No. Do it again, it's wrong,” you say getting off the bed. Panic is rising in you now, and your chest feels tight. You can't breathe. Your hand flys up to your chest. Your legs start to shake. 

This is not possible. 

It can’t be possible. You grip onto Dr. Piper's arm, your whole body shaking now. 

“Okay, come on, sit down,” she says, her hands on your shoulders pushing you back up on the bed. You’re trying to suck in breaths of air but it just feels like it’s never enough.

“Look, I’ll take some blood. Blood drawn pregnancy tests are more accurate, okay?” You nod at her, her hand is still on your shoulder squeezing you. “You need to breathe though, look at me.” You look up at her. 

“Breathe. It’s going to be okay. You need to keep calm.” You nod, following her breathing as you suck in lungfuls of air. She nods, turning away from you to collect supplies. Then it hits you.

What was John going to think?

Next

Dividers by Plum98 & gild-ui Beta reader and editor - rememberwren

[waywardsou2]

Kinktober 2024: Alpha/Beta/Omega

Based on this post

Ngl this is very self indulgent and I will not be apologising for it. The scene with Soap walking in...the way it was in my head was delicious

Characters / Ships | Simon "Ghost" Riley X John "Soap" Mactavish X Male Reader

Summary | Being a male Omega in America is the worst of worst luck. Your doctor had agreed to fake the form when you were diagnosed at 11. But forgetting to take your suppressants can lead to a disaster. Or maybe a night to remember

Word Count | 4.1k+

Tags: a/b/o dynamics, scenting, double penetration, cussing, mentions of rape, dub con (if you squint), face fucking, slick, knotting

The mission had gone south. So far south that you had passed fucking geese on their way to migrate for the winter.

Two missed marks, false Intel and on-top of that a fucking snow storm had rolled in out of no where forcing the three of you to haul up in the closest building that still had its roof and walls.

That was your only grace here. That and the fact that Ghost was a walking heater. Somehow still radiating enough warmth to keep both you and Soap warm even though there was nothing to keep the chill from the storm out of this abandoned house.

The house was suitable enough. Four walls, a roof and the glass still in the windows.

All and all it could be worse.

And then it was. It got fucking worse.

Feigning needing to pee you walk away to the bathroom and lock the door. Quickly stripping off your gear as you felt something coating the inside of your boxers.

Shit

Shit shit shit

For all of your life you had been on suppressants to hide the fact that you were an Omega. Most people assumed you were a Beta and that was fine with you. They had thought that since your secondary sex characteristics started to show. But a year later they developed full and one trip to the doctors made your life come tumbling down.

In American society Omega's weren't good for anything other than being cock whores and pup bearers.

Thank fuck the doctor was reliable and had offered to fake the tests and prescribe your monthly prescription of suppressants.

After that you finished school and fresh out of highschool you enlisted to the military. Having lived with suppressants all your life you never had the face the challenges of being an Omega. Never been smelt on the streets or attacked in your own home. Everyone believes you were a Beta. And thought it was looked down upon for a man like yourself to be a Beta rather than an alpha at least you weren't an Omega. Or at least everyone believed so.

Price was the only one who knew. Since he was in-charge of what could and couldn't be delivered to the barracks and he made sure to scoop up your bi weekly delivery of suppressants and hand them to you under the table like a cover drug dealing.

Which technically it was.

You were thankful for Price.

But of course today was the day when your suppressants would start wearing off and you needed to take another dose. And instead you were a whole ocean away from getting what you needed and with a snow storm to boot. Keeping you trapped inside this house with two Alpha's.

You were so fucked

In every sense of the word

Simon and Johnny had been closest to you in the barracks despite being your Sargent and Lieutenant. The only guys who could put up with your attitude like it was a full time job. You and Johnny were the only ones who laughed at Simon's joke and only you and Simon were privy to Johnny's idle flirting. To anyone on the outside you three might've looked like a poly couple. But you were mostly happy with just being friends.

Mostly.

You'd never told either of them but you definitely had the biggest crushes on them when you first joined the military. However you never mentioned it to them because they seemed so warped around each other's fingers you didn't want to get in their way.

But right now you didn't know what to do. You didn't think leaving this room was a good idea with your heat building after years of never reaching the surface thanks to the suppressants and the puddle of slick coating the inside of your boxers and legs.

You had nothing to stop your heat and no way to cool yourself down. You could feel a sweat slowly building under your skin and a warmth in your stomach and solar plexus that was growing despite the cold. And snow wouldn't help at all you would just get hypothermia.

Fuck

"Aye lad, is everythin' aight in there?" Soaps voice called from the main room they had "set up camp" in

"Y-Yeah" you called back. You looked around and through some cupboards before you found some spare toilet paper and tried to clear up the mess in your pants but the slick in your heat was still seeping down your legs.

Sighing and smacking yourself in the head for being such an idiot you pull up your pants and buckle them as tight as you can.

Yeah as if that'll help dumbass

You open the door and hope that the Alpha's can't smell you.

You join them back in what you thought used to be a living room and sit on the dusty couch. Keeping your legs firmly crossed.

But after a while even to your nose the sent in the air was growing heavier by the second and you were starting to feel dizzy. Your body was clammy with sweat soaking your undershirt and the heat in your stomach becoming almost unbearable.

It hurt but in a good way and you couldn't think about that. Instead you watched your friends. Ghost was scoping the surroundings, not that you believed he could actually see anything useful and Soap was counting their rations to try and see how long they could survive given a worst case scenario.

You fucking hated Russia. Fuck Russia and it's stupid weather and bad Intel and bad timing.

After an hour of silence it was clear that you couldn't hide your situation anymore though you desperately tried to ignore all the signs. You watched as Soap counted the rations, he paused momentarily and you heard him take a deep breath in. Freeze and then continue calculating.

You knew that he knew you were watching him. And you knew he could smell you. His Alpha nose being attuned to the scent of an Omega in heat. The primal side of him recognises the scent of a potential mate and pup bearer.

Ghost on the other hand had gone rigid. His head no longer moving to try and see anything from a new angle out the window. You couldn't see from here but you didn't been think his eyes were moving anymore either.

Eventually he turned around. Addressing you by your rank.

Fuck

He never did that unless you were around other people. Or in deep shit. Which was often

"Private...I think there might be somethin you need to tell us"

Soap paused again, this time he looked up. He was also very rigid.

"Do I really have to say it?" You ask stubbornly as you put your hands over your stomach to cover it.

"No. Ya don't"

You sighed heavily as another warmer wave of heat washed over you.

"How come ya never told us?" Soap asked

"Johnny do you really think I would let slip to anyone in the barracks that I was secretly an Omega? I would get kicked out of the military. Or worse raped"

"Aye, that's true" he began packing away the rations before standing up

"We have about 5 days worth of rations if we stretch it. Hopefully the storm won't last that long"

Ghost looked at Soap

"Are you changing the subject?" Ghost said flatly

Soap made a face somewhere between a coy smile and a grimace

Ghost rolled his eyes inside his mask.

"How long since your last heat. I wouldn't ask, you know that. But given the situation..."

He didn't finished his sentence. It had occurred to him now what deep shit you were in. Two Alpha's with an Omega who had a lifetimes worth of heat built up in his system all trapped in a confined space. This was bound to get nasty.

"Well, I've been on suppressants since I was categorised. The doctor faked my-"

Ghost cut you off "I didn't ask for your life story. I asked for a date"

Ghost was being harsher than he was with you usually. It put you off, but you could understand why. All of you could get in deep trouble for this. Not just between each other but with higher up in command too.

"Never. I've never had one"

Ghost ran a hand over his face and turned away. A muffled 'oh for fuck sake' coming from his direction.

Generally Omega's only had sex or mated during heat. And he knew for a fact you didn't make a habit of sleeping around. If at all. The Alpha inside him reared its head at that knowledge. You were an Omega, a virgin Omega. On your first heat within walking distance of him.

He swallowed hard.

"Well we need to figure out what to do because this-" he pointed to the tree of you "-isn't going to work"

"Why not?" Soap cut in "We aren't some dickheads wandering the street waiting for an Omega to slip up. He's our friend we aren't going to do that. We are literally trained for self control Simon"

Ghost sighed again, more frustrated than anything

"I know you'd like to believe that Johnny but when has that ever happened in history? That's not how this works"

Soap swallowed. He was always good natured when it came to those he cared about and he always liked to believe best. Just because he was one of the biggest gentlemen in the barracks doesn't mean he wasn't without the influence of his primal urges. Evolution deemed it that there wasn't any other way.

Ghost walked past you and grabbed Soap by the arm. Whisking him out of the room to talk to him privately.

In the mean time another wave of heat hit and you couldn't take it anymore. You had sat there listening to the two of them while you felt your pants get soaked and waves of heat rolled through your body. It was unbearable.

You stripped yourself of your gear and under armour. Hoping that was enough but another wave of heat hit and it still wasn't enough. You took off your shirt and your boots. Trying to give your body some room to cool down but nothing worked. You were like the core of a nuclear reactor.

You heard Soap and Ghost talking heatedly in the next room over and it was enough to make your inner Omega whine. The sound of two Alpha's so close but still out of reach.

You hated how clingy and whiney you felt. You'd never dealt with the full extent of a heat. Merely a suppressed one. Mood swings, high libido and a day of hot flushes. But nothing more. This was nothing like that. This was a full blown heat. Like the stuff you read about in the pamphlets your doctor had given you.

You took a deep sniff of the air like you were taking a drag of a blunt. Clinging to it as if I was hanging in the air like fog. The smell of two Alpha's who were very very horny. The scent of want and need permeating the air.

You unbuckled your belt. All inhibitions gone.

The faint scent of two alphas.Your Alpha's. Was enough to kick start your heat fully.

You strip off your pants to find that your boxers are completely soaked all the way through. Your slick dripping through to your jeans.

You scoop up some of the slick and smell it. The intrigue getting the better of you. That's when you hear a thunk from the next room. Part of you is terrified. But that part is oh so small compared to the feelings of arousal you have thinking about your two Alpha's.

Simon walks through the door first. Seeing your completely naked, legs open with your hand in your heat touching the slick that is seeping into the couch beneath you.

As sweat trickled over your body you watched a Simon pulled off his mask and seemed to stand frozen. Fighting himself in front of you.

"Tell me to go and I will. I'll shoot myself in the foot in the other room" he says it strained. The look in his eyes filled with fire.

Your Omega reaches out for Simon. To have him help you and relieve you of the pain in your stomach. To fill you up so good. You trust him, and you know he can't help it.

This isn't the way you would have gone about this but you didn't have a choice. To you he isn't taking advantage of you though you don't have the words to say that right now. You don't have the words to tell him how much you've wanted this.

So you call his name. The word slips from your mouth in a low whine.

And he's rushing to you. Stripping himself of his gear and off his clothing in the split second it takes him to get to you.

He's on you in moments pressing his lips to your mouth and pulling your body towards his half undressed one. With his free hand he is still trying to take off the rest of his clothes. You help him out by unbuckling his pants and he takes his hand off your body to strip them off.

He's back on you again and you can feel his own heat radiating off of him. Not his natural human heater heat. This is heat from Alpha arousal.

He grinds his hips into yours desperately and tugs at your legs pulling them apart. The two of you accidentally slip off the couch but you don't stop your frantic gripping and kissing of each other.

Simon pulls away from you to to bend you over in front of him. Your knees creaking on the floor boards as you use your hands to steady yourself not to go crashing face first into the ground. Simon crouched behind you to get a full view of your heat and groans as he takes in what he sees.

"Fuck you're a Prime"

What? You hadn't ever heard that terminology used in regards to Omega's

"What?" You gasp, need still lacing your voice as you try and push back again Simon's body.

Briefly he tries to explain "God. You're a Prime. It means you don't have two holes like most Omega's. Even most male omegas have two. But all your reproductive organs are connected to the one. God damn it.

He watched as your ass leaked with shiny slick and he didn't hesitate before he stuck his fingers inside of you. They slipped too easily past the ring of muscles with how much slick had already coated your insides.

You moan at the sudden intrusion but it is so welcome. Finally some fucking action

Simon pulls his fingers in and out, a dirty squelching sound coming from your hole. Simon pulls out his fingers now covered in slick and licks them clean before shoving them back in again. All four at once.

You cry out again at the larger intrusion but you can't help but press back further into Simon. God he could work with his hands. And from watching him clean his gun you could only imagine what he looked like knuckle deep inside of you.

He pulled his fingers out again roughly and sucked them off one by one. Lapping up the slick.

"God I can't wait to fuck you. Fill you up so good little Omega"

It was then that you realised a few things.

One, whatever version of Simon you knew as Lieutenant Ghost was gone. Replaced with this inhabited, almost feral Alpha with little self control

Two, you were such a whore for Simon's dirty talk.

You felt as he pressed his cock to your hole before you were overtaken with sharp pain. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you up. Your back resting against his chest as held you by the hips over his cock.

"How much" you asked breathlessly. Not being able to help how needy and horny you are for him

"Eight inches" he whispers before sliding the head of his cock inside of your ass.

You can't see it from here but you can only imagine what you look like. You moan at how much Simon is already stretching your hole and whimper at the sensation.

You beg, you beg for more and you whine and you call Simon's name.

He growls as he grips onto your hips tighter and pushes your tight hole over his cock. Sheathing it inside of your slicked heat.

You cry out again. His cock rubbing up against your insides. The tip kissing your prostate making you wriggle around for some friction.

Simon begins bucking his hips up into you. At the same time he pulls you up by the hips. His strong grip digging bruises into the flesh.

You whine at the friction and the lack of fulfilment as he pulls out only to moan again when he slides you back down and begins to pick up a comfortable rhythm. One that has your legs shaking as your toes curl by his thighs.

His thighs were huge sitting like this. Your whole body fits comfortably on his legs and the idea of his thighs pinning you down makes your squirm even more.

Through the squelching sound your combined moans you hear a muffled fuck come from the room Soap was still in. And soon in the same fashion Simon had burst through the door Johnny was following suit. Already abandoning his clothes. His belt buckle undone.

He couldn't help himself could he, the sound of your moans and Simon's dirty talk was enough to make his own cock harden and leak pre-come.

"Fuck it" he growled as he finally stripped himself entirely of his shirt and pants. He got down on his knees pressing his mouth to yours. Swallowing an on coming moan.

His tongue is instantly inside your mouth. The wet flesh invading your mouth, you welcome the feeling of his mouth on yours.

"God did kissing people always feel this good" he mumbled into your mouth.

"Just wait until you see what they are packing down stairs. This little Omega is a Prime" Simon says into your ear. Close enough so Johnny could hear it

"You have a little fantasy about Primes don't you Johnny" Simon teased

You felt Johnny's face warm up against your own and he pulls away momentarily. You see him blush.

"Si seriously?" but Simon simply chuckles.

You moan and take one of your hands off of Simons to hold onto Johnny as Simon rams into your prostate

But you aren't done. You aren't full enough yet. Desperately you look at Johnny

"Johnny fuck my face. I know you want to. Just- Jesus fuck~ Please" tears threaten to sting your eyes from the heighten emotions that were consuming you.

Johnny stops for a moment. An almost innocent look on his face before it dissolves and that same fire Simon had in his eyes, you could now see in Johnny's.

He stands up in front of you and strokes his cock a few times. You hold your mouth open, desperately, expectantly.

And Johnny puts his cock on your tongue before pushing it inside. You moan heavily and relax your jaw allowing him more room to push inside. He does and then pulls out again pushing back in and adding a few more inches.

You don't have ruler on your tongue but you guess Johnny has to be at least 6 inches.

He pushes in and out and begins to speed up to Simon's rapid pace.

The two of them ruin your holes and you moan around Johnny's cock. Sending shivers up his spine as you do so.

If you could you would be calling their names but you are too busy sucking off Johnny to do that.

God this is more than you ever wanted. Maybe not in this circumstance but in your dreams you had seen this moment. Hopped that maybe one day you would trust yourself enough to tell your best friends how you felt. And tell them about the biggest secret a person could possibly have.

And yeah it wasn't a romantic like you had daydreamed about. But this was probably the second best outcome. Being filled by your two Alpha friends.

The three of you felt your climaxes coming to a head and you moaned harder at the idea of being knotted by your alphas. Being knotted for the very first time.

Your ass clenched around Simon at the thought. Trying to hold him inside of you preemptively despite the slick.

Simon moaned in your ear and whispered "So needy. Ain't ya. Such a needy little male Omega"

Johnny threw his head back and you tried to look at him. You could feel in your mouth his knot starting to expand and you moved your hands to grip into his thighs as he continued to thrust.

As the knot built you could feel Simon attempt to pull out but you dug your nails into his thighs. He looked down at you and with the most minute movement you shook you head silently begging him not to pull out. That you could take it. You wanted to.

Knotting someone's mouth wasn't necessarily advisable but damn did you want it. So, you tugged Johnny forward as you felt Simon's rhythm become messy. He was close too.

Johnny popped first. Your begging eyes pulling his climax out of him as his knot swelled inside of your mouth as he tried to pull out and could past your jaw. He orgasmed, the cum hitting the back of your throat. You sucked, swallowing every drop wanting his cum inside of you so desperately.

Simon came next. His knot catching at your tight of muscles and you moaned feeling the size of it plug your ass as he filled you up with cum. Both of their knots release inside of you. Their size filling you up from both ends.

You came as well you dick spurting white cum over your stomach and legs in between you and Johnny

You moan as your eyes roll back in your head feeling Simon's cum coat the inside of your stomach. Or technically your womb.

After what felt like an eternity the two of them stopped cumming as their knots deflated. And gently the pulled out of you.

Your ass leaked with cum and slick and your mouth was bruised. Lips swelling slightly from how hard Johnny had been thrusting.

Since this was your first heat you assumed it would only last for 2 or 3 days. But that was still a long time especially if you were going to be snowed in.

Johnny walked away only to come back a few seconds later with that spare toilet paper you had found earlier and gently cleaned off your face and the rest of your body. Simon held you tightly not wanting to let go of you. The possessiveness still over taking him.

He butted his head into your back and you asked him what was wrong

"I wanna scent ya real bad"

Johnny hummed in agreement as he continued to clear you off to the best of his ability. Once he done a thorough job he chucked the ruined toilet paper in the tipped over bin.

Thinking it might be time to let your true intentions come out you place a hand on the one Simon was using to hold you against him and you extended one to Johnny.

"I'm sorry it happened like this. But I think my Omega finally gave out when my heat hit and the two of you were more of a catalyst than you realised. I've liked you guys for ages. I just assumed you two were an item, so I never said anythingz. I- I want you two to be my mates. If you'll have me "

Johnny took your hand and held it up to his face. A light vibration coming from him as he purred at the genuine affection.

"Are you fuckin' purin' Johnny"

"Piss off" he chuckled back

Johnny took your confession of love as the ascent to rub the scent gland on your wrist to the one on his neck. Gently kissing the tops of your fingers in the process.

Simon did the same. Taking your hand and holding it in his. Rubbing your scent glands together.

All in all. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all

Tbh I'm considering making this a part two. What do you guys think? I might make it a standalone fic on my AO3 as well

[silaslich]

Lich Masterlist

• Lich, mid 20s, they/her

• My works are 18+ only, minors DNI or you will be blocked

• My AO3 - silaslich

• Usually writing for Simon “Ghost” Riley but I’m known to dabble (Ghoap, John “Soap” Mactavish)

• All my works are tagged under #lichwrites

Requests - [ OPEN ] [COD, RDR]

Will write ✅ - • smut • gore • fluff • headcanons • angst • m/m, f/f, m/f, m/m/f • most kinks (if I feel like my writing can do it justice) • one shots • dddne

Won’t write ❌ - • pregnancy • alpha/omega • r*pe • heavy age gap • y/n

Feel free to drop it in the asks box!

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Cold bones - it’s been a while since you’ve seen Simon. You pay him a visit. [short drabble, gn!reader]

In a grave so we feel safe - just as you think your life can’t get any worse, Simon Riley shows up at your place. [smut, afab!reader, dubcon, substance abuse, violence, Ghost is not a nice dude]

Our skin starts to rot - follows on from ^^^ Simon hangs around despite the way he treats you like he can’t stand you. The feeling is mutual- to a point. [Ghost is not a nice dude, 18+, smut, substance abuse, afab!reader, self harm, self induced vomiting]

Choices have consequences - you take your team to Germany to assist the 141. Ghost takes a bullet. [gn!captain!reader]

Comfort in my sins - Simon can’t make his feelings for you clear and you grow frustrated. One night seems to change all of that. [amab!reader, 18+, smut, bottom ghost, anal, cum eating]

Smoked out, only seeing - you take yourself to a local pub randomly one night and have a chance encounter with a stranger. You find yourself waiting for him. [afab!reader, smut, car sex]

Whispers to cold flesh - Ghost and Soap get separated and Ghost seeks refuge from the snow storm in an abandoned house. Just when he thinks he’s alone, he finds you there - bleeding to death. [gn!reader, blood, death ideation, angst]

Words that melt in your mouth - Simon is finally home, you show him how that makes you feel. [afab!reader, smut, 18+]

Oh, in my blood - Dealing with Johnny’s death also means dealing with the guilt of seeing Ghost. [gn!reader, angst, character death, illusions to self harm]

If it hurts to breathe, open a window - Following the first mission with Soap in mw2. You meet Ghost for the first time, he’s different to the stories you’ve been told. [gn!reader, heavy plot, no smut, follows canon, injury/death/blood, canon typical violence, plane crash]

When the flood water comes - She returns home from a tough day at work, becoming a PO is something she’s starting to regret. Simon is a welcome comfort to come home to. [f!reader, 3rd person pov, fluff, soft Simon]

Quiet sunlit places - Times change and so does Scout’s relationship with Ghost. It’s been weeks since she’s seen him and she’s happy to see him when he comes home. [f!reader, 18+, smut, fingering, established relationship, mutual pining]

The weathers warm, he’s cold - a comic Ghost exploration [angst, death, allusion to SA, mention of child abuse, direct references to the Ghost comics]

The remorse you can’t hide - you’re injured while on duty, Ghost stitches you up- he’s softer than he looks. [gn!reader, blood+injury]

Stalker Simon - drabble

Anon requests - Ghost eats pussy | Religious guilt

Ghost x Soap x F!reader

I’m only human, can’t you see? - after a close call the adrenaline runs high, Soap stumbles across a pretty sight. [smut, noncon voyeurism, 18+]

Absolve me of my sins, won’t you? - Johnny gets a taste of what he missed out on at the safe house. [smut, threesome m/m/f, blowjob, masturbation, face-fucking, bondage]

John “Soap” Mactavish

Oh, reckless abandon - After you and Johnny cross the threshold of taking things beyond friendship, things only seem to get better. [f!reader, smut, fluff, established relationship]

Change in the currents and tide - John takes you home for the holidays and it only solidifies your nagging feeling that you no longer love Johnny just as a friend. [f!reader, smut, fluff, friends to lovers]

Roommate!Johnny fluff

[georgiapeach30513]

What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 6

Summary:  How did Johnny get involved? 

Pairings:  Johnny Storm X Reader

Rating:  explicit

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

Word Count:   2.7K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I got some intel from the Adler man.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s impossible.  She…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You took her from me!”

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

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

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

“She’s fucking psycho now.  Useless.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steve, too.”

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

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

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

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Johnny Storm

Masterlist

Series

Two for one - fratboy!Johnny Storm x bestfriend!reader

Pt. | 1 | 2 | (complete)

Summary: You and Johnny have been best friends since primary school and you’ve had a crush on him for the longest time. When you reach college and it becomes clear your feelings are one sided, you try to move on. Imagine to your surprise when Johnny expresses his dislike to that.

One-shots

Child’s play - bully!Johnny Storm x teacher’s pet!reader

Summary: As a teacher’s pet, you take it to your advantage of making Johnny - the bully of the school to stop his torment against others. You later discover the reason why he bullies in the first place.

To be claimed - alpha!Johnny Storm x omega!reader

Summary: Johnny wants you to bond with him but you hesitate to go through with it, - for whatever reason.

Right equation - fratboy!Johnny Storm x tutor!reader

Summary: For the past two years, you have been paid by Mr. Storm to tutor the infamous fratboy - Johnny Storm. You have successfully helped him pass his exams in college, and during your last hangout, Johnny wants to show how grateful he is for your help.

Short-shots

Make it hot - dom!Johnny Storm x sub!reader

Summary: Johnny uses you the way you want to be used.

[imaginedreamwrite]

I’ve decided on these four, two happy go lucky alphas to balance out the grumps

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

A couple of days late but I've been on holiday so it's allowed! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

Make sure you give these incredible writers some love and reblogs 🪐

Andy Barber & Frank (Endings Beginnings) ✨

*The bar by @ramp-it-up

Barkeep! Andy Barber x Reader x Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

Bucky Barnes ✨

Foolish heart by @jadedvibes

Beefy neighbor!Bucky x reader

Love bomb baby by @ussgallifrey

80s Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

If it were summer by @pellucid-constellations

College!Bucky x reader

All this time by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x female!reader

Kiss kiss bang bang by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Fire on fire by @sinner-as-saint

Firefighter!Bucky x Reader

The princess and the pirate by @bonky-n-steeb

Pirate!Bucky x female reader

You're the glitter in the dark by @musingsinmoonlight

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Red lace by @buckies-dolle

Bucky x fem!reader

Chubby Baker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

You are in love, true love by @blushingbucky

bucky barnes x f!reader

Nothing holding me back by @bonky-n-steeb

roommate! alpha! bucky x omega! reader

Tardy by @bemine-bucky

college!bucky x college!reader

Cosmic love / the gravity between us by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader (College AU)

Artist Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Artist!Bucky x Reader

*Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Sleepless nights by @kikixreverie

Roommate!Bucky x Fem!reader

Ari Levinson ✨

*The tip of his tongue by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Ari x Reader

*Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Ari Levinson x reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Sunlight by @musingsinmoonlight

Sam Wilson x female reader

Nick Fowler ✨

My skin on yours by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

bodyguard!Nick Fowler x Reader

Fair play by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

If I could touch you by @musingsinmoonlight

Steve Rogers x female reader

Johnny Storm ✨

*Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Johnny Storm x reader

Thor ✨

Miss your kiss by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x female reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Show me who's the sheriff of this town by @summerofsnowflakes

Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

*Cruel daddy by @onsunnyside

boyfriend's dad!Andy Barber x reader

Little star by @kinanabinks

Andy Barber x pornstar!reader

Marc Spector / Steven Grant ✨

Eclipsed by @lex-the-flex

Marc Spector x reader

Bad knight, good knight by @babyboibucky

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader (feat. Steven Grant)

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers ✨

*Stockholm syndrome by @amythedvdhoarder

Dark Stucky x Reader

Peter Parker ✨

Terrible thing by @inklore

peter parker x (f)reader

Curtis Everett ✨

*Out of darkness by @jtargaryen18

Curtis Everett x reader

[mypoisonedvine]

saturday night sleepover masterlist (always updating!)

to keep my main masterlist from getting too big (hint: it’s already too big) I will be putting all the headcanon and drabble requests I fill during my saturday night sleepovers here!  I’ll update every week (hopefully on sunday but we’ll see)

2/13

lee bodecker with a shy reader

yandere!lance tucker

alpha!ransom and omega!reader

stucky x petite!reader

epilogue for bankrupt

epilogue for the wrong idea (which already has 5 or so epilogues but this is a bonus one and the furthest in the future)

fluff with daddy!bucky and little!reader

dark!bruce banner

follow-up to home for the holidays set on valentine’s day

2/20

soft!dark nomad!steve

comforting bucky after a nightmare (but smuttier than the last time I wrote that lol)

epilogue for the perfect fit

dark!ransom kidnaps the reader

dark-ish/yandere alpha!ransom

you find out (dark/yandere) bucky planned your entire lives and manipulated you

alpha!charles blackwood

forced into a breeding experiment with the winter soldier

calling bruce ‘dr. banner’ during sex

2/27

alpha!freezy

daddy!lee x little!reader

unrequited love angst with bucky

dark!therapist!bucky ‘helps’ his married client

kiss prompts:

‘Kiss Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing’ with mafia!bucky

‘When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More’ with jake jensen

‘War’s End Kiss’ with bucky

‘Kiss Under a Full Moon’ with dark!chase collins

‘Needing To Kiss To Hide From Bad Guys’ with johnny storm

‘Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing’ with johnny storm

‘Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up’ with ransom drysdale

3/6

dark!lee is inexplicably in 2021

dark!jake is your roommate

gunplay with the winter soldier

sharing a room with stucky

dark!40s!steve is obsessed with a singer

soft!dark alpha!bruce

dark!alpha!bruce

dialogue prompts:

"do you see them when you look at me?" with bucky

"we should skinny dip" with jake jensen

"on your knees" and "I'm gonna ruin that pretty makeup" with freezy

"I trust you. do it." with bruce

"lipstick's a good look on you" with lance tucker

3/13

alpha!40s bucky and omega!reader + part 2

soft!dark mike weiss and his nurse

soft daddy lee helps the reader relax

breeding and jealousy with dark!sam

breeding and biting with alpha!ransom

fluff with soft!lance tucker

yandere prompts: (all dark!)

“that fits you so well! no it’s not too revealing!” + “come here baby” with lee

“stay still! you don’t want to make me angry” with jefferson

“these are yours? I had no idea!” with jake jensen

“baby come out wherever you are” with nat, bruce, and peter

“this hurts? imagine your girl flirting with other men” with soft!dark lee

“I wonder how much more you can take of this until you finally break” + “I love how you beg for me to stop” with daddy!jake jensen

“get up! it’d be a pain to have to drag you” with loki

3/20

cuddling with daddy!bucky

soft!dark jake jensen a/b/o

lee bodecker and sister!reader (warning: incest)

soft!dark alphas ransom and andy

soft!dark(ish) jefferson with stepsister!reader (warning: stepcest)

alpha!tony with a breeding kink

more fluff with soft!lance tucker

soft!dark alpha bruce

mini-sequel for the martyrdom of st. valentine (warning: slightly stepcest?  fostercest? is that a thing?)

dark!bucky makes ‘amends’ (slight tfatws ep 1 spoilers)

4/10

comforting bucky after he is deprogrammed in wakanda

shower sex with johnny storm

mini-sequel to dishonorable discharge  (warning: incest, dark)

comforting chubby!charles blackwood

hooking up with alt!bucky

touchstarved!zemo

soft!lance tucker comforts the reader

dark!chase collins plans to create the perfect heir with his half-sister  (warning: incest)

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader  (warning: incest)

4/17

daddy!stucky and little!reader

stepbrother!peter parker (warning: stepcest)

soft!dark zemo takes you with him when he escapes

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader, part two (warning: incest)

dark!steve with breeding and size kinks

sam lets bucky and steve watch

pet play with lance tucker

dumbification kink with jake wyler

4/24

dark!daddy!bruce ignores the safe word

yandere!peter parker is your barista

dark!bucky shares you with his friends

sub!zemo with mommy kink 

you only marry zemo to have his heir but catch real feelings (+ part 2)

5/1

daddy!zemo and little!reader plus dumbification and aftercare

dark!carter baizen bullies the reader

[brief ramble about dark!laszlo kreizler]

sequel to dark!lee in 2021

sub!laszlo kreizler

soft!dark, brother!jake jensen (warning: incest)

continuation for peaches & cream

vampire!zemo

5/8

random drabble about young!zemo

3-in-1: enemies to lovers with zemo, fake dating with bucky, and sharing a bed with bruce

the return of soft!lance

escort!bucky

arranged marriage with zemo

soft!dark sharon (kinda?)

5/22

free use with stucky

dark!laszlo kreizler coerces a virgin patient

domme!pepper potts 

epilogue for twice

yandere!alex kerner

hooking up with anthony mackie in his trailer

5/29

soft!dark sharon carter

somnophilia and breeding with dark!zemo

aunt may with bondage and mommy kink

yandere!andrea marowski

dark!ransom and mr. freezy kidnapping

headcanons about daniel brühl with an injured SO

6/5

dark!din djarin wants a replacement child

dark!charles blackwood and his half-sister (warning: incest/halfcest)

yandere!skinny!steve stalks a stripper!reader

sharon shares her pet with sam, bucky, and zemo

anal with zemo

dark!obi wan ‘trains’ his padawan

pure fluff with jake jensen

yandere!david kern

6/12

you and bucky are sharon’s playthings

andy barber freely uses his housewife

somnophilia with daddy!bucky

dark!loki as d.b. cooper

laszlo helps you during a panic attack (male reader)

alex kerner gets angry when you accuse him of cheating (soft!dark...?)

dubcon breastfeeding with natasha

general hux with a breeding kink

6/19

how mobius and bunny first got together (prequel to loop)

alpha!zemo in the raft

sub!loki and domme!reader

7/10

dark!heike and helmut breed you

a deep dive into bucky’s kinks

mobius and bunny try something new

quick blurbs about (most of) the bruhl bunch

mob!zemo punishes you for hiding something from him

how bucky would react to petnames

7/17

dark!alpha!mobius

making a deal with demon!zemo

just a ramble about laszlo teaching his wife to enjoy sex

alpha!laszlo when you go into heat

free use with peter parker

8/7

sub!colonel!zemo has a knife kink

ceo!thor with a naive new secretary

breeding kink with alex kerner

laszlo teaches his sheltered wife to love sex (continuation of this)

[lostalioth]

— 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐐!

this blog is fairly multi fandom but mostly it is marvel and stranger things. that doesn’t mean i won't write for characters out of those universes and i've even written some real person fanfiction [actors]. i also typically play favorites so some characters have more content than others do.

requests: are open, thots and fic ideas are very welcome. naughty, fluffy or even angsty thoughts!!!

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 -

necrophilia, incest, step siblings, daddy/little play [ddlg], age play, animal play, water sports, anything with the reader or the character being underage, alpha/omega, race play, any characters i feel uncomfortable writing for, rape

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 -

x female!reader, smut [refer to what i won't write above before requesting this though], angst, fluff, poly relationships/threesomes, age gaps, dudcon, cheating [to the degree i feel comfortable], blood play, knife play, bdsm, breath play, violence, gore [to some extent], praise and degradation, power imbalance, mommy/daddy kink.

each fic will have its own warnings so if theres anything in those warnings that would make YOU uncomfortable then simply do not read it! there will be no kink shaming on my blog so if you dont like it then ignore it or dont read it :)

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑.

— marvel

steven grant, marc sceptor, loki laufeyson, peter parker [andrew! and tom!], miguel o’hara, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, sam wilson, matt murdock, thor odinson, etc.

— chris evans

ransom drysdale, jake jensen, andy barber, steve rogers, johnny storm.

— stranger things

eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley

— any fandom really as long i know the character just ask :)

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟…

you’re racist, homopobhic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic, judgementmal to what others enjoy writing or reading, cant depict fiction from real life disrespectful, A MIONOR — if you are under 18 or dont have your age somewhere on your blog you’ll be blocked!!

[georgiapeach30513]

What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 2

Summary:  Things are about to get more interesting.  Steve makes you a promise, but does Johnny as well?

Pairings:  Steve Rogers X Reader, Nick Fowler X Reader, Johnny Storm X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, ABO dynamics, slapping,  biting/marking, scenting, manipulation, kidnapping, Omega trafficking, unprotected sex, knotting, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

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Nick has never let any designation have so much power over him, and somehow, you, an Omega have it all. He found himself watching you on the cameras more, found the random excuse to visit you, and even retrieved a few of your clothes from the wash, just to have that sweet smell of you surrounding him always. Nick wasn’t like this. He was chosen to be in this close proximity because he could handle the needs of Omegas without pushing past their boundaries, not anymore.  You had changed that, and he hated it, and didn’t understand it.

Even now as he stares at a more troublesome Omega in your room. He was causing problems to this operation. He growls when he sees your image reach towards Steve’s marks. It had cost too much money to remove those bonds. Male Omegas were rare, and the Royal Pony wanted something special. He was that thing. Regardless of the problems he posed.

You were beginning to get curious about the normal life of an Omega. But the other ones were not a fan of yours. They could feel the adoration coming from Nick. They could smell your need to please him. And you never had the amount of clients they did.  You were unique, and he couldn’t let just any Beta have you.

What they didn’t understand was you were special. Had never been mated or taken a knot. You in fact were the rare one.

He lifts his highball glass to his lips, the ice clinking, and he lets the harsh bitterness of the dark liquor try to take his mind off things. Peggy walks into the office staring at him. Sweat lining his brow, and she wants to laugh, he’d brought this on himself. She decided not to stop the other Omegas from messing with your suppressants.

“Sir?”

“What?” Nick slams his fist down on the desk, spinning around to glare at her. “What do you want now, Omega?”

“I was told to tell you that Johnny Storm has called for another meeting.”

With every breath Nick takes, a growl exits his throat, and Peggy can’t help but to giggle at his predicament. Johnny had never wanted a second meeting with any of the other Omegas, and he had gone through all of them.  “Also, turn on the news.”

“Make sure Steve isn’t romanticizing his marks! She’s too curious.”

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with you scenting her every chance you get. Sucking on her mating gland,” his hand connects to her face, and she grabs ahold of it, yelping in pain.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth about that. Do not test me Omega. That was strike three. Go clean the fucking toilets and make yourself useful.”

“His mates are making an announcement later. Make sure you tune in,” Peggy spits up at him before following his Alpha command.

You giggle at Steve, shaking your head no. But with a grab of both your hands he places them on his marks, “Massage them, they hurt.”

“Do you still feel them?”

“I think so,” his mouth barely turns into a smile, and you pity him. You craved for a mate, but this seems so much more cruel. It was inhumane to rip Steve away from them. “I can still smell them. He was mint and leather, and she was woody, only a small bit of lavender. They were perfect. They’ll find me. And I’m bringing you with me.”

Dropping your hands in his lap, your face turns down, “I don’t want to leave Nick. He’s mine, I can feel it,” the mere mention of Nick’s name making your mating gland pulse, and Steve reaches up, tickling the area with his thumb.

“He won’t claim you.”

“He will,” your voice goes a bit louder, but one look into Steve’s eyes, and you can’t stay mad. He gives you a sheepish grin, running his thumb over your blemish free neck all but the faded hickey, and your eyes cast to the bed. “He will.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I’ve seen his eyes, and…”

“Steven, that will be all for today,” Nick tells the small man, as he walks into your room. Mad again. His anger has you needing to hold him. Steve gives you a pitiful smile before he walks towards the door, getting stopped by Nick, who holds his arm roughly.

“If you don’t quit with this talk, I’ll give you five clients in one day. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

You don’t rush over to Nick like you normally do, making him stare at you confused. “Omega?”

“You shouldn’t be so mean to him. Steve is precious. Take it back,” you had never spoken out of turn. Someone was getting to you, and he wasn’t sure who.

Nick starts backing you up to the bed, and you smell a spike in his scent, clouding your judgment, and your designation taking over and you tilt your head, reaching to pull down your panties. “Nick,” you whimper.

His eyes dark pools of lust when he guides you to the bed. Laying you down, while he hovers over you. “Nick, it’s right there.”

Your hand palms him over his jeans, shuttering at actually touching him.

“My god, you smell so good,” his voice raspy as his nose rubs over your throbbing mating gland. Biting back the urge to not claim you. “Dammit.”

“Nick, please,” you push your thighs further apart, and he glances down. Your thighs glistening with slick, and you still had those stupid cotton panties on. With a quick movement of his hand he has them ripped off, and he spreads your thighs further. Staring at your exposed core. “Alpha?”

Oh he wished you hadn’t said that. Wished you weren’t beaming up at him. Your hand roams through your folds, and you give him a sweet smile, “Alpha, it could be yours,” your head still tilted, and run your hand over your gland. “Everyday.”

“Omega, you’re teasing me,” you give him a little pout, but it doesn’t stop your haggard breathing. Your gland showing how fast your heart was beating, “But you are a pretty little thing. Such a sweet and almost pure Omega.”

Purring at his praise, he moves back down to hover over your body. So close and still not where you want him. Bringing your hand to caress his mating gland, he tilts his head to the side for better access. He had never given you much of him. Never had given you the ability to kiss along his neck.

His scent was becoming stronger, deeper. You roll your eyes in the back of your head when your teeth make contact with his skin, and he pushes you back down to the bed.

“I have to go,” Nick shouts, crawling off your bed. He stomps down the hallway, grabbing a key off his desk, he’ll be going to the basement for a few days.

“Peggy, have Marshall oversee the business. I need a few days. Storm has no reason to visit.”

“He’s doubled his price.”

“Dammit,” he grunts. Wiping the sweat off his brow. He had to get out of here. “One hour.”

“He paid for two.”

“She,” he doesn’t want to tell her. Definitely doesn’t want Johnny to know. “Give her a few days. She’s in heat.”

“And you’re in rut. How poetic.”

“I’ll slap you everyday, until you learn your place!” he slaps at her face again, seething that she dares to bring this up.

“It’s her scent. You’re pushing your boundaries. Johnny is a Beta, this should be a fun exercise for her.”

“I said no!”

“And Peggy makes sense,” Nick nods his head at Marshall, while he looks into your bedroom. “She’s only started,” he smells you all over Nick, and it gives him enough pause not to go to the basement. “Johnny Storm paid double the asking price. He’ll get that, and with one very needy Omega. You’re dismissed. Peggy, once Storm leaves. Bring our sweet Fireball some of Nick’s clothes. He’s the one that started this mess. And don’t try and deny that you aren’t scenting her every fucking day. What did you think would happen? Get out of my sight,” flicking his hand towards him he gives a nod to Peggy.

“Leave her be for now, something tells me Storm will like her needy and dripping wet.  A Beta with a huge Alpha complex.  This should be interesting.  Have one of the Betas take some waters to Nick’s cage for the next few days.  He’ll get thirsty.”

You clutch at your stomach, rolling yourself up into a ball. Thinking about how this happened. The suppressants have always worked. Nick made sure you took them daily. And now it was just blinding pain.

“Holy shit,” Johnny walks over to your bed, clicking his tongue. He places a hand over your forehead, and wants to scream at the Pony for letting him even enter this room.

“It hurts.”

“I know it does,” he coos. Your body naturally tries to shuffle closer to him, and he wants to bring himself out of his designation for the moment, but you need him. You were hurting, running a fever, and you needed release. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make it stop,” you whine at him. Reaching out a hand to him. He looks at the appendage, before looking at you. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”

“Shit shit shit. No, this…no. I haven’t even got time to play with you, and now I’m walking into you in full blown heat? No, you’re supposed to be on suppressants. I thought you smelled extra sweet that first time. Where are they?”

“Nick gives them to me, he keeps them in the office. Please, Johnny, it hurts!”

“Don’t use that voice on me. I’m weak. I can’t…holy shit,” groaning when you spread your legs for him. You were drenched. “I’d be doing you a favor.”

“Uh huh. There’s covers,” you try and pull open a drawer, but Johnny starts walking closer to you.

“You forget, I’m a real Alpha. I don’t need to fake my knot,” you stare up at him owlishly, but when he gets close enough, you’re pulling at his hips. “That fucking collar on your neck. What would they do if you had an Alpha claim on you? Think they’d have the bond removed?”

“Johnny?”

“That’s Alpha. Now, I’m going to do what Nick couldn’t. I’m going to take care of you,” his deep voice traveling right to your core, and you pull him into you.

Johnny snarls at the smell of Nick all over you. Tugging at his pants to get away from the stench if only for a second. Your sweet little cries, making his cock twitch. He was doing you a favor. You needed this relief. When he yanks off his shirt, your hands smooth over his hard chest, and he falters a moment. This wasn’t the magical moment he had envisioned, but you were trembling. A deep ache running all through your body, and he had to help you.

“Alpha,” you whisper so sweetly, just before he crashes into your wet heat. Your eyes turning completely black. His hips pushing him into you almost too gently. Arching your back, he rips off your dress. Sighing at the mild form of his strength, he has to look directly into your eyes. That gland deeply pulsing, visible even with the collar. Beating with an even deeper need. A need to be claimed and owned.

“You really are the perfect Omega, huh?” biting your lip you nod up at him, and he loses some self control. His pace changes to pounding into you. Bringing himself closer to that collar, he nuzzles over the leather. “Fucking Nick, this would be so much better without him. Has he touched you?”

“No, sir.”

“Of course he hasn’t. He just wants to make you weak and compliant for his own selfish needs. You want it?” feeling your walls flutter around him, he knows you’re so close, right at the edge of the best euphoria of your life.  Getting a high off just thinking about having his knot.  Your body was made to take whatever he decided to give you.  Molding perfectly to his cock, and he knows the best is yet to come. And the way you were gripping tight to his back, hugging his length immaculately, he’s close too. “Do you want it, Omega?”

“Yes! Please!” splitting you in half when he drives into you with such force, deep into your womb. His knot expanding, and you sob out his name, your nails digging into his back, making him hiss out in a pleasured pain. “Johnny.”

“Shh, enjoy this. You look so pretty with tears in your eyes. No one can ever take this away from me,” kissing around your hairline, he blows a cool bit of air in your sweaty and sticky skin. “It’s okay, to rest now.”

Nick turns on the tv in the basement, and he couldn’t miss them if he tried. Another fucking press conference. “Fucking hell! Marshall is going to ruin us all. He had to have that skinny little bitch.”

Bucky grabs Natasha’s hands as they walk up to the podium, sick and out of their minds from losing their mate. Bucky, a highly skilled detective, and Natasha, a brutal lawyer were not ones to be messed with, and they were putting all their effort into finding Steve.

“There have been rumors of Omegas being kidnapped and taken into brothels. Omegas are not pets. They are to be cherished, and ours was. He’s now been missing for six months, the number of missing Omegas is growing, and we have to be vigilant in capturing the ones doing this. If you have any information about our Omega, or any of the missing ones, you can call the hotline. Detective Barnes and myself may be in search for what is ours, but in the process we’re searching for other’s mates as well. Just bring him and the other scared Omegas home. We have teamed up with another who lost their unclaimed Omega. Taken the night before their wedding. He has helped us in our efforts, so please welcome...”

Growling Nick throws the tv to a wall. They were screwed, and if he found you, there would be hell to pay. Kidnapping you was on Nick. But you came willingly. You didn’t want to stay with him. Nick saved you.  He takes a deep calming breath, he was going to have to do something he said he wouldn’t. Nick was trying to save you.

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Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader | Masterlist | Ao3

Reader meets a man in a bar, takes him back to her hotel room, sex ensures, and then love?? Maybe. Fem Reader, no y/n, no body descriptions

Word Count: 3105

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: ABO, omegaverse, smut, feral Bucky (for a bit), creampie, aftercare, alpha bucky, omega reader, scent blockers, soulmates, AFAB reader

The smokey interior of the bar was cloying your mind with the mulled scent of old wood and booze. It was dark, the only light in the room came from dim yellow light bulbs in dingy fixtures along the paneled walls. You sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey and eyeing the options of the bar. At 11 PM everyone who was gonna be here was here already. You resigned yourself to the greasy guy shooting looks over to you every couple minutes when a cold draft blew in from the door. A newcomer was tromping over to the bar. His shoulders were hunched and he had the hood of a grey denim jacket pulled up to hide his face. Your well-trained eye saw right through that jacket; he was jacked, you knew it from the way he walked. Your attention instantly dropped away from the greasy guy and laser-focused on this newcomer (his scent was all straight alcohol anyways, disgusting). As he sidled up to the bar you turned your seat away to show off the side of your legs, crossing one leg over the other, letting your dress slip up a bit to expose the top of your stockings. He glazed over at your movement but turned back to the bartender. He pulled off his hood and ordered.

“Johnny Walker Black, neat.” His voice was reedy, low, and utterly perfect. He took a seat two stools over from you and rested his elbows on the bartop. Before he had a chance to get his drink and leave, you hopped over the two stools separating you and set your own glass down with a clink on the bar next to him.

“Hey there, handsome.” the drinks you’d been nursing since 9 were flowing steadily through you, instilling you with false confidence. His eyes slid up your body until they reached your eyes, a bored look firmly in place there. He looked away. Hard to get? You could almost purr at the challenge he presented.

Now that you were closer to him you could see his face better. Good lord, he was beautiful, but in a tired sort of way where you knew he’d fought with life and barely came through kicking. His eyes were the blue of an ocean after a storm and just as deep. Short brown hair in messy tufts from the hood. He brushed a hand over it to smooth it down and you noticed that his left hand was made of shiny metal. Your eyes followed it back down, then dragged your eyes up his body. He had to be strong under all those layers. Dark jeans and his thick denim jacket were attempting to hide his muscles but the way the fabric of his jeans stretched against his thighs let you know all you needed to. With the proximity, you also caught a whiff of his scent, leather, coffee, and something unfamiliar, gunpowder maybe, but you couldn’t quite tell, but his scent was entirely too muted. It was hard to get a good read on him through smell; you couldn't even tell his designation. Maybe he was playing the same game as you, you thought. A new product marketed to hide designations just hit the stores recently and you’d be practically bathing in the stuff every night you went out to avoid overzealous alphas trying to get you home without a fight just cause you were an omega.

“Let me buy your drink.” Putting your arms up to rest on the bartop, leaning over a bit, giving the bartender, and hopefully your prey, a better look at your breasts. The bartender set his glass next to yours. You looked up to him through your eyelashes and told him to put it on your tab then return your full attention to your prey. He picked up the glass and slid his gaze to you once more. 

“Thank you,” he grunted

“So what brings you here?” You slipped your finger around the lip of your glass, keeping eye contact.

“Drinks.” One word kinda guy you guessed

“Nothing else?” Your pointed look was met with a quirked eyebrow and a chuckle

“Not originally, but things can change.” He sipped his whiskey, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

“Why don't we up the chances, huh?” With that, you knocked back the dregs of your own whiskey and motioned to the barman.

“Two zombies, please.” Then you said to the man “So what’s your name?”

“Call me Bucky.” He knocked back his own drink. You told him your name. The bartender sets two novelty skull-shaped cups in front of you. The tangy smell of pineapple and rum hits your nose as you bury your face in the cup. You were gunning for a fast buzz and you got it with this drink. 

Soon Bucky was leaning closer to you as you chatted to him. Another round and his hand was on your thigh, squeezing on and off as you continued talking. Your two swivel stools had you facing each other now. Your legs were tucked between his, his hand moved to your knee and your faces were close as if he couldn't hear you. You made a motion for another round but the bartender cut you off and asked for payment for your tab.

“I guess that's the sign to get out of here, huh?” You slid your card over the bar and leaned heavily into Bucky. He got off the stool and you followed with only a small stumble. He caught your waist and kept his arm around you as you pocketed your card. The two of you left the bar only to be confronted by an icy wind. You shivered in your thinner dress. When you’d left the hotel room today it was warm; you hadn't expected this. It seems Bucky had, however, as he shed his denim jacket and draped it over your shoulders. His muted scent hit you at almost the normal strength. Your cloudy mind wondered at that for a moment before moving on. 

“Such a gentleman,” You laughed 

“Guilty as charged.” he smiled and put out his arm for you to take “Where we going, sweetheart?”

“My hotel room.” Leaning heavily into his arm, you led him down the street to your hotel. 

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At the door to your room, you fumbled with the keys in your cold hands. Bucky was pressed up against your back, mouthing over your neck, not helping your fight with the keys in the slightest. His lips dragged across the side of your neck, just barely grazing your gland, making you whine and close your eyes.

“I can't get the door open if you keep doing that, Bucky.” But there was no fight in your voice, with lips like those you’d let him do anything he wanted right now. But he left your neck and you were able to slide the key into the lock and open the door. Soon as the door shut behind you, Bucky pressed you up against it. Your mouths locked together in a down and dirty open mouth kiss. His metal hand was splayed out on your stomach while his other forearm pressed against the wood next to your head. You leaned back opening your mouth more to let his tongue stroke along your own. Separating for a moment, you panted, chest heaving. You dropped the jacket off your shoulders and pushed Bucky back. The room was so small that he stumbled back a few paced and hit the back of his knees on the bed, falling to sit on it. You walked up to him and turned around with your back facing him.

“Unzip me?” You felt his hands, one cold, one warm, on the skin of your back as he eased the zipper down to the small of your back. You shrugged off the dress and kicked it away, leaving you in your stockings and bra-panty set. Turning back around you straddled his thighs and ran your hands up into his hair, mussing it and pressing your mouth back to his. Your hands traveled down to his shoulders then scratched down his chest. He hissed at the tickle of your nails through his shirt. You grasped the bottom of his shirt and undershirt together and dragged them up, tossing both behind you. Oh yeah, your guess was dead on, he was jacked. Again you raked your nails over his chest, leaving red lines from his pecs to his defined v-line. You smashed your mouth back on his and pushed him down flat on your bed. He let out a huff as he bounced a bit before your arms caged his head in and he was locked back on your mouth. He brought his hands to your ass and pressed you down onto him. You moaned into his mouth and ground down to meet him, leaving a wet patch on the bulge of his black jeans. Slick was coating your thighs in response to all the action. In a moment of separation, Bucky scented the air and growled deep in his chest. You could feel it rumble against your chest, pressed so close against him as you were. Suddenly he rolled the two of you over so he was on top. He pushed you up the bed to hit your back against the pillows. His face met your stomach and he nuzzled up into your breasts. Quickly you fumbled at your bra strap, trying to get it off as quickly as possible. You shucked the bra and grabbed Bucky’s hair. He moved a hand up to cup one of your tits., rolling the flesh around in his hand and squeezing.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He groaned, his Brooklyn twang strong in those few words before his mouth was busied nipping at the flesh of your breasts, leaving little dark marks littered across your skin. Your head fell back and you whined. Your hands scratched at Bucky’s scalp, giving you his own hum of enjoyment at the feeling. Soon his mouth trailed down the valley of your breasts to the top of your panties. His metal hand picked at the elastic band and let it snap against your skin causing you to jolt at the sting.

“Can I get these off you, doll?

“Yes, please, just do it.” You breathed, your voice quiet and rough. He slid your panties down and off and buried his nose between your lips. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of his tongue slipping down to tease your hole. After circling for a moment, he zeroed in on your clit and sucked, leaving a little nip on it. Your hands shot down to grip white-knuckled at the roots of his hair. Bucky lifted his head from your center enough to speak, “You smell so good,” then dived back down, doubling his efforts and making your insides twist into knots. You could hardly feel your stomach at this point, it was a mess of taught, burning muscles that only one thing could defuse. Bucky’s metal arm came up around your thigh to part your lips, opening them up to an unfiltered onslaught by Bucky’s tongue. The metal was cold on your leg and you shivered. You brought a hand up to bite, desperately trying to ground yourself to something tangible while Bucky was blowing you out of this world. A few more seconds and the white-hot feeling in your stomach burst and your entire body went limp, a long whine escaped your throat and you shuddered uncontrollably. Your other hand pressed Bucky’s face to your pussy and you felt him run his tongue around your hole. Your grip released his head and he pushed himself up over your exhausted body. He caught your lips in his again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. When he pulled back you found yourself leaning forward, almost trying to follow his lips as he sat back on on the bed. 

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Of course I am.” you panted, still not having caught your breath from the back-to-back orgasm and heart-stopping kiss. “Are you okay?” your eyes wandered down to where he strained his jeans. 

“Course I am” He lied down next to you. When you caught your breath and you moved to get on top of him again. The skin of your thighs was sensitive against denim. You reached up and raked a hand through his hair, connecting your lips together once again, reaching down with the other hand, you popped the button on his jeans. He sighed against your lips. #Working his jeans down off his thick thighs, he lifted his hips to help. Now just in his boxer briefs, you could clearly see the main prize of the night. Making quick work of his underwear, you freed his member. He kicked off both garments and raised his hands to grip your hips, canting them towards the head of his dick. You dropped your hips in turn and rolled them, slipping the shaft between your lips. He groaned, falling back out of your reach. His abs clenched. Finally, torturously slowly you dropped down, impaling yourself on Bucky’s thick dick. At the same time both, you hissed at the stretch and another low growl resonated from Bucky’s chest. He shot up from his back as he bottomed out, cradling your back and holding you down. He snarled, nosing at your neck and thrusting sharply up at a nearly frantic pace. With the breath knocked out of you, your hands scrambled for purchase on his back. Nails dug in in long lines leaving welts up the length of his toned back. 

“Buckyyy” You whined “I can’t-” Before you could finish he pushed you down onto your back and hoisted a leg high over his hip, 

“You can.” He growled, steadying himself on his knees before driving into you with short, quick thrusts designed to reach the finish line as fast as possible. With every thrust, you felt the spark being reignited, but from Bucky’s every movement you could tell he’d reach it before you did until he reached his metal arm down to the wet mess of your front, rubbing decisively up and down. You threw your arms up around his neck, yanking him down to your face and smothering him in a furious kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting all the rum you’d shared before. 

Bucky’s thrusts got slower, but deeper, harder, shaking your body in his arms and striking up against your deepest parts. A dull ache rose to mingle with the tightness of your pelvis. He released your mouth and buried his face in your neck, licking and nipping at your skin. His hand on your clit quickened, the tightness reaching breaking point as he took one last deep thrust into you before stilling, releasing his cum as deep as he could within you. A sharp bite on your shoulder sent you spiraling into your own release. Soft kisses over the bite mark brought you down slowly from your high. The feeling of him pulling out brought you sharply back to reality. It felt like what you imagined a bottle of honey felt like when drizzled over a nice stack of pancakes. Bucky sat back on his heels to watch his cum ooze out of you. You just lied back, catching your breath and watching him watch you. 

After a bit, the afterglow was fading and leaving you feeling sticky and decidedly ready for at least a washcloth if not a full bath. You rose from the bed and, with Bucky trailing behind you, started up the hot water in the shower. 

From either the drinks or the sex, the two of you were too tired to do anything more than rinse off the sweat and any other fluids accumulated before collapsing into bed and falling asleep. 

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Sometime before the sun rose, you woke up. As you came to, you tried to extract yourself from Bucky’s arms that had wrapped you up in their tight embrace sometime while you slept. Still, in a haze of exhaustion, you decided waking him up wouldn't be worth the trouble; he’d roll over eventually and you get up and leave to catch your flight. But just as you’d vowed to stay awake, Bucky’s warm chest pressed up against your back rising and falling with his slow breaths lulled you back to sleep. 

When you awoke again it was with your face pressed against Bucky’s chest. His arms were around your back now and his hands were rubbing smoothly against your skin. He was awake. Fuck. You’d meant to sneak out before he woke up so you wouldn't have to deal with the morning after talk. But as soon as you really shook the fog of sleep from your mind and took a good breath you realized, his scent blockers had faded to nothing. A flood of his scent washed over you. Still strongly coffee and leather based, but without the blockers you could pick out the more subtle notes of it, vanilla and a splash of some flower you couldn't place, but the most damming and important facet of it all was the unmistakable scent of Alpha, but not just any alpha, no there was something different there you’d never smelled before, something you’d heard of. It was intoxicating and indescribable. You took a deep breath, pressing your nose hard against his neck on instinct. Mate. That had to be it, nothing else could be as captivating, as perfect. You withdrew from his neck and cast your eyes up to his, a shaft of light from the window falling perfectly over his face, lighting up his eyes from within. 

“D’you smell it?” he all but whispered, pushing you up his body to bring you to eye level. 

“We’re…” You trailed off

“Yeah.”

“I was supposed to go to Japan this morning.” His face fell, eyebrows furrowing. His arms lifted off your back and he moved away from you until you pressed your lips hard against the spot right at the junction of his neck and shoulder, where a mating mark would go. A groan ripped from his throat and his hands returned to clutch at your hips. 

“I’m gonna have to cancel it. D’you have a place in the city we can go?” You nipped at the spot

“Course. Got a place downtown. You can stay as long as you want, princess…”

“Mmm that sounds perfect” One last kiss to his gland and you pulled off. “We better get going then.” 

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@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@awesomerextyphoon - Speculum Cupido - dark, dark!steve rogers x reader x dark!ransom drysdale

@captainapple - Whatever It Takes - dark, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!steve rogers

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - Not The Only One - ex spouses, dark!andy, dark!jake jensen

@et-lesailes - spreading the sugar [1] [2] [3] - sugar daddy!andy & ransom drysdale (twins) x reader

@fairyevans - [Warm Welcomings] [House Warming Gifts] - carter baizen x reader, ransom drysdale x reader

@lahyene - Eavesdropping. - steve rogers x reader ft. johnny storm (as steve’s brother)

@navybrat817 - Overtime - jake jensen x reader, bucky barnes x reader

@nsfwsebbie - you better not shout, better not cry. - dark, dark!sebastian stan x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, dark!lee bodecker x reader, dark!charles blackwood x reader, dark!chris evans x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!ransom drysdale x reader, dark!andy barber x reader.

@ozarkthedog - Proviso - CEO!chris evans x reader, andy barber x reader

@river-soul - A Different Kind of Love - A/B/O, alpha!andy barber x omega!reader x beta!jake jensen

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc! reader, ransom drysdale x bi!woc!reader

@sinner-as-saint - Devilish. - drysdale twins (ransom & steve) x waitress!reader

@stargazingfangirl18 -

Afterthought - biker au, biker!andy barber x reader, biker!ari levinson x reader

[Dare] [Truth] [Consequences] - Consequences: andy barber x reader, past ransom drysdale x reader

Ensnared Masterlist - dark, ransom drysdale x reader, minor mr. freezy (robert pronge) x reader

Foursome w/Andy, Ransom, & nomad!Steve

Necessary Arrangements Masterlist - mob au, different reader x each character - andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

Ransom/Ari/Andy Foursome

Taken - dark, prison au, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!ransom drysdale x dark!steve rogers

@starryevermore - she gets the flowers - ransom drysdale x reader, steve rogers x reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

@sweetlyscared - A Simple Solution - soulmate au, andy barber x reader, ari levinson x reader, andy barber x reader x ari levinson

@the-iceni-bitch - Religious Kink with Jake and Colin