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Saved by the Emperor

warnings: female reader, illness, description of infected wounds, blood letting, violence, angst.

You weren’t sure if you were awake or sleeping. If you were even alive or dead. Nothing hurt anymore and that was a relief.

As if in a haze you could hear Geta, he was yelling, screaming, roaring, despair so obvious in his voice that you just wanted to reach out to him and make it better.

But your limbs were so heavy. And this limbo you were in felt so good… so tempting to stay in.

A small voice at the back of your head whispered that you couldn’t leave Geta, though. He would be shattered.

It had all started with the bite Geta had given you. A few days after he had taken your virginity in the audience hall, you had noticed it had gone red, itched and felt warm to the touch.

You didn’t think much of it then, simply put a cool rag on it before going to sleep.

But the day after that it had gotten worse. Now there was a yellow scab on it and when you put your fingers against it you could feel a light throbbing.

That wasn’t good, you knew. You were scared of Geta finding it disgusting so you wrapped a light cloth around it, telling him it was to prevent it from scarring.

He had just snorted and told you he would have liked to put a scar on you, but then you cleverly distracted him by offering to massage his temples and he forgot about the whole thing.

When you returned to the servant quarters that night the wound looked even worse. You pressed your finger against it and a yellow fluid with a tint of green welled out.

The next morning you had a fever and the new head maid ordered you to stay in bed, putting a cool cloth on your head.

It felt better, but your fever didn’t go down. As the day got warmer you felt even weaker. All the servants were away so there was no one to help you.

You tried to drink at least, having lost all appetite for food.

That’s when the door to the servant quarters opened with a bang. You opened your eyes and saw Geta, in his toga, worry and anxiety etched on his face.

“Y/N,” he breathed and your eyes widened.

“Your majesty…”

You tried to get up to curtsy but your head spun even from sitting up.

“You’re sick. They told me…” Geta breathed.

They had told him. But this was something else. Your whole body was flushed, your eyes glassy and unfocused.

That’s when he noticed the wound on your neck. Now the whole side of your neck looked red and swollen. There was an infection and an aggressive one.

“Guards,” he called. “Carry her to my chambers. And someone fetch the physicians!”

The palace physicians had examined you and concluded that the bite Geta had given you had apparently become infected.

“We’ll clean the wound and let some of the evil blood out, see if it helps.”

They had drained some of your blood and put a salve over your wound. But that didn’t make you feel better. In fact, you felt even weaker.

The next day, your head was pounding, as if a thousand drums played inside Geta’s chamber. He had slept on the couch, not wanting his own warmth to make you uncomfortable.

Your mouth was dry and it felt like a million ants were crawling inside your wound. Geta sent for the physicians again. They drained you once more, trying to put a poultice on the wound and put special blankets on you.

“Flannel,” they explained to Geta. “Makes her sweat; draws the sickness out.”

It was stifling, you were sweating rivers underneath the blanket, begging Geta to take it away.

Geta was desperate. He had the finest physicians at his hands and yet… you only got worse. Worse from a bite he had given you.

Before dinner they drained you again, but it didn’t seem to do any good.

One of the maids that cleaned his chambers told him in a shaky voice that someone would need to help you drink and spoon feed you something light, like soup or porridge or else you wouldn’t have the strength to fight at all.

Geta only sneered at her when she offered to do it. “Fetch it here. I’ll do it myself.”

The girl’s mouth fell open in surprise, but when he glared at her she hurried off.

He wasn’t used to caring for someone else, but he’d be damned if anyone else took care of you and tainted you with even more filth.

You didn’t want to eat, not even soup. You still took a few sips of water but at the evening you just wanted to sleep.

Sleep was the only thing that stopped that drumming in your head.

That evening he called them again. Your fever was even higher and the wound had turned into a yellow crater, oozing. He would have felt disgusted if it hadn’t been you.

The physicians shook their heads. “Well?!” Greta said, throwing his hands up.

“The infection is growing worse,” one of them told him. “It hasn’t gone to blood poisoning, not yet and that’s a good sign. But…”

“But?!” Geta yelled.

“Every sign is indicating it’s heading that way. Blood poisoning has no cure. Amputation is the only way to survive, but we can’t very well cut off her neck.”

Geta threw his wine goblet against the wall.

“You’re supposed to be the best physicians in the empire! And you can’t even cure my… my paramour from a simple wound?!”

It was the first time he had called you that. Up until now you had simply been his mistress. His… his whore.

He almost felt ashamed how he had called you that, despite the fact that you had been pure as the snow he had once witnessed the few times he traveled outside of Rome.

“Get out!” he snarled at them.

He paced the floor, refusing to believe it. Blood poisoning. That meant death.

You couldn’t die. No! He wouldn’t let you.

Suddenly you coughed and waved to him.

“Please… sire, take this off. I’m… it’s too hot.”

The physicians had told him to keep the flannel. But what had they done for you? He ripped it away and felt your hand.

You were burning up. Quickly he brought you into his arms, carrying out onto the balcony to the fresh night air.

You sighed in contentment when the breeze chilled your sweaty body and Geta put you down on a stone bench. The sensation of cold marble underneath your back felt wonderful.

Geta watched you, feeling like he was about to cry.

You were still fighting but you were fading. Even he could see it.

No! There had to be some way to help you.

Refusing to leave your side he called one of the guards underneath the balcony and ordered him to send every messenger boy to his chambers, instantly.

He didn’t like to leave you out in the balcony alone, but it was way too small for all the boys to squeeze onto.

Geta walked into his room and leveled his gaze at them.

“I want you to go out into the city, find each and every healer and apothecary you can find. Tell them Emperor Geta is ordering them to the palace to heal… someone dear to him. And it needs to be fast! Understood!?”

The boys nodded and ran off, knowing they would earn a gold coin for delivering the messages.

He thought about bringing you inside again but this was the only time today you seemed more lucid, even though you didn’t speak.

The night went on. Geta was pacing the small balcony. You still laid on the bench. He wanted to move you into the bed but every time he tried you whimpered.

Until you didn’t even do that.

He could see the edges of the wound had started to go dark. Soon they would be black. But still no red streaks. When those came, it would be too late, he knew that.

Finally there was a knock on the door and one of the servants said that the healers he requested had come.

“Send them here. One at a time,” he told the servant, refusing to leave, even to meet them in the throne room.

Each time he brought them to the balcony and showed them the wound. But soon he realized that they didn’t know much more than his physicians. One of the healers even talked about cutting a wound on the other side of your neck to balance out the evil spirits that clearly lived inside it.

Geta threw him off the balcony, enjoying the splat that came when he hit the ground.

The next one was an older woman, gray haired and her whole face wrinkled like dry leather. But she stood up straight and her pace was brisk as she went out onto the balcony to see you. She frowned when she saw the wound and when she felt your forehead.

“You were right to bring her out here into the breeze. But we need go a step further. We need to get the fever down, otherwise she will die from that. Cold water into the bath and put her in there,” she told Geta and finally, finally, it felt like someone that knew what they were doing.

“What else has been done?” she asked Geta and he said that the physicians had drained you, which made her snort angrily.

“Imbecilles,” she muttered, not clarifying what she meant by that.

Buckets of cold water were brought in, and Geta made sure to put you into the tub, the old woman nodding.

“Yes, that’s good. Now… I’ve got a beverage with me to fight the infection from the inside. She’s unconscious so we need to feed it to her. Then… I need some maggots.”

Suddenly Geta wasn’t so sure that this woman was the right one.

“What the fuck are you talking about, crazy old hag?” he spat at her and she just raised an eyebrow at him.

“They will eat the dead and toxic tissue in the wound. It will help, I promise.”

Geta walked up to her, grabbing her robe and pulling her in to growl at her.

“If you harm her, if you do anything to make her worse… I’ll have you boiled alive,” he promised.

The old lady just nodded.

“She’s special to you.”

Geta didn’t answer.

“Don’t worry, your majesty. She’s only a girl. She bears no guilt. I don't harm innocents.”

“No guilt for what?” Geta wondered, his tone dangerous but the old woman just waved him off.

“Maggots. Make sure to fetch them. There should be plenty in the palace gardens.”

Geta had to look away when the old woman made a special poultice and placed the maggots into it, wrapping a bandage around it and placed it around your neck while she spoon fed the beverage into your mouth. You were still in the bath and when he touched you it felt like you weren’t as warm. “Now we wait,” the old woman said. “If I’ve succeeded it will turn within a day. If not… well, then there’s not much more I can do.”

You weren’t sure when it happened but suddenly you could hear Geta more clearly. Not just bits and pieces of him, but everything.

The peaceful limbo you had been in… it didn’t seem as tempting anymore.

You wanted to comfort Geta. He still sounded in distress. He needed you to take care of him.

“Come back to me,” he whispered.

I’m trying, you thought, fighting with all your might to move toward his voice. To open your eyes and see him.

You suddenly felt cold. Like your were… lying in cold water?

Finally you managed to open your eyes, looking straight into Geta’s dark brown ones.

You tried to speak but your mouth was so dry you were tempted to drink your own bathwater.

“She’s awake!” Geta yelled, and suddenly there was an old woman beside him, holding out a goblet for you.

“Welcome back, girl. Drink this.”

You were so thirsty that you didn’t question it, and gulped down the liquid, even though it didn’t exactly taste pleasant.

“Is she… will she…”Geta asked, looking at the woman.

“The worst is over,” the old woman said. “I’m very glad you’re feeling better, girl.”

You looked at Geta, suddenly wondering who the woman was. She hadn’t been among the physicians that had bled you.

You also wondered what Geta had said to her tell you that.

The old woman checked your bandage and when you learned that it was maggots inside it, feasting on your flesh you gave a little shriek, but she shushed you, saying it was necessary evil.

“They’ve done a great job. I think we can remove them now, even,” she said, plucking them one by one into a bowl, which Geta quickly called a servant to get rid of it.

“It looks better,” the woman said, “another day or two with some salve, keep it covered and it should be healing well.”

“And plenty of rest. Your body has been through a rather rough ordeal,” she added, almost glaring at Geta, as if he would order you out of bed immediately.

You nodded and as she said it you couldn’t help but yawn, which made her smile.

“Rest,” she said again before curtsying to Geta and walking out of the chamber.

It was only then that you took a real look at Geta. He was still in the robe had worn on the day he brought you to his chambers. His chin was covered in stubble, as if he hadn’t been shaved. He had real shadows beneath his eyes, not make up, and his hair was slick with oil, as if he hadn’t washed that either.

Had he been that worried about you?

You held out your hand and he immediately took it. It felt good to touch him, however little it was.

“I know I’m probably not very alluring right now, but… will you hold me?” you whispered and he wrapped his arms around you without further ado.

“I don’t think I am either,” he said, “I… I’ve been out of my senses.”

“Sorry,” you whispered before yawning again.

“Don’t apologize. I was the one that got you that wound.”

You didn’t answer, feeling yourself succumb to sleep. But just before you went under you heard him whisper:

“I would tear down the whole world to save you, Y/N.”

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somethingvicked · 7 days ago

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That was hot!

Alpha!Johnny Storm x Omega!IcePower!Fem!Reader

wc: 11.6k

+18, omegaverse, enemies to lovers, heat, oral (f receiving), nesting, reader is in heat, mention of fighting, p in v, unprotected, knotting, mentions of burning, body and furniture, nasty smut, fluff

Summary: Johnny didn't like you in their family. Much less because you were an Alpha, and not only that, you stole potential sponsorships he could be in. You were his opposite. He was fire, you were ice. Yet, he hated that he wanted you, even with your designation, but what if not everything is what it seems?

A/N: I kind of got into a hyperfixation of Johnny, and this wouldn't leave my mind. Anyways, hope you enjoy, I didn't proofread much. I also don't write action scenes that well, so you can skip that.

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FREEZE THE HEAT

Johnny Storm never shared his spotlight.

Sure, there were four of them in the team, whatever, but he was the most likable. There are actual surveys that point to him as the one people buy from the most. Figurines, magazines, products he supports and makes advertisements for, anything you could think of. If his face is there, people buy it, and he delights himself in it. He is the only Alpha out of the four of them, so of course, this attention only makes him even more cocky.

But what if that spotlight is slowly being taken away? What if because for some reason, someone else were to come to steal the show? Well, that happened to you. He doesn't know your story; he doesn't know where you came from. At first, when the team encountered you, they all thought you came to wreak havoc in the city, but that was not the case.

You claimed you were normal before, that you were just a human. You told Reed you were a scientific researcher, and something had gone very wrong between two chemicals, and added Nitrogen. Johnny didn't buy shit out of that, but his sister told him to back off.

You are pretty. Hot. Gorgeous even. But there was one tiny problem. You were an Alpha, and he doesn't sleep with Alphas. He is the dominating one, not the dominated. He isn't docile, and he wants to prove always that he can break you, but then mend you back together. That's how he worked.

With you, he could never do that. But here comes problem number two; You were Ice. Your power was literal ice. The complete opposite of him. Reed invited you to the headquarters so he could run tests on you, and you found out your DNA had completely changed. There was another thing that Reed found out, but he told the rest of the team that it was between him and you. That was complete bullshit that only added to Johnny's dislike for you.

At first, you didn't meddle in the fights. You didn't intervene, just stood on the side. But when Ben was busy with one giant robot that wanted to crush a school bus, and Reed and Sue were trying to protect a building from falling on top of a group of people, Johnny could not stop the robot that was coming to step on the school. He couldn't melt the metal; he couldn't stop him at all.

And you just had to come and save the day.

You iced its feet into the ground, glaciers enveloping the robot, completely freezing it over, not letting electricity run through its circuits any longer. You repeated that same technique to help Ben, and once the Robot was frozen up, he smashed it, completely destroying it. He repeated it with the other one, and then helped Sue and Reed. Johnny could only move people away, and he felt useless in this fight. His pride growled inside of him, his eyes burning within his flames as he watched how you were praised, hugged, and liked.

His complete opposite, another Alpha, standing in the spotlight that he owned. It was the Fantastic Four, not the Fantastic Five. It didn't have a single ring to it. It sounded stupid. But then, Reed had to go and make you a suit for yourself. One you could use with your powers, freely, with all the same gears that the team had.

Your eyes rarely met his. It was as if you knew he was watching you, persistently. He almost looked obsessed with you, enthralled, but all he felt was a scorching fire inside of him. Pure hatred. Yet, he felt magnetized to you in a manner that he couldn't quite explain. He barely talked to you, and you two didn't even cross paths except for the typical fight.

And kids started to love you. You made ice skating parks in the middle of spring. You made ice sculptures for festivities, for parties. You started getting invited to the galas, to the award shows, and worst of all, you became the face of products.

"Buy the newest Big Chill refrigerator! One step on the pedal below, and your freezer opens; it's that easy! Oh, how chilly!" He hated your sweet voice on the TV. He growled each time he saw you advertising foods as well, ice companies, even travel companies where you sponsor trips to cold places in the world, where you can ski, and stuff. That's something he never advertised on. He would only be able to sponsor a trip to a Volcano.

"If we have to replace the couch one more time because you cannot control your flames, Johnny, you're going to get kicked out." He heard the loud thumping coming from the living room, and once he noticed, he could smell something burning. He looked down where his hand was on the couch, lifting it up to see his hand imprinted now on the fabric. He groaned, standing up to turn off the TV, his jaw clenching.

"Is it bad for me to feel angry? She is not even part of our team, she is not our family, and she is— Stealing the show from me, what is that?" He motioned to the TV and back to his friend, who was getting some bowls from underneath the sink, being careful not to crush anything.

"It's been two months already, and you have to get over it. You have to admit it, she is prettier than you." Johnny's eyes widened, raising his eyebrows, completely offended.

"Say that to me again. Try it." Ben chuckled as Johnny heard Herb coming into the room, beeping towards them while it rolled over to the fridge to help Ben make dinner. Johnny grumbled loudly, running his hands over his face, shaking his head.

"Well, you heard Herbie, she is coming for dinner tonight." Johnny wanted to burn the couch to ashes as he heard that, his chest rumbling with displeasure.

"There's something about her I can't pinpoint, and Reed knows. He knows!" Johnny exclaimed, trying to keep his composure as he felt himself start to burn again, but no flames were visible on him.

"It's something between her and him—"

"So the Ice Princess is more important than his brother in law, is that it? Our lives could be in danger for all we know!" He was exaggerating; he knew that, but he was making up excuses to drive you away. Somehow. Ben shook his head as he crushed a garlic with his thumb, putting it into the bowl as Herbie started chopping potatoes.

"Johnny, you are still liked. It's not like she took everyone—"

"She is an Alpha! I am the only Alpha in this home, I am the protector of all of you." Ben stood back. Even Betas could hear the rumbling of an Alpha in power, and Johnny was right. He was the Alpha of the house, and two Alphas cannot be under the same roof unless an agreement is made.

"I am sure she knows that. That's why she is not moving in." Johnny's eyes widened, his stare deadly as he looked at his friend. Ben realized his mistake, gulping heavily as Herbie made a distressed noise.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"Nothing. Nothing, do not mind me—"

"Did Reed invite her to move in?" And before Ben could talk, another voice chipped in.

"I did." Johnny's head snapped to look at his sister, coming over with her hand being held by her husband, who looked a bit worried. Johnny's jaw clenched, frowning at Sue.

"Why would you do that, knowing how much I don't want her near us?"

"Near you." Johnny bared his teeth at his sister, his body setting aflame, and Reed immediately stepped in front. Even as a Beta, he would protect his mate, even against an Alpha. Johnny took a deep breath in as he put out the fire around him, eyes drifting from Reed to Sue, who looked unfazed by him.

"Why?" He asked again, and Sue sighed.

"She is alone. I wanted to give her a chance to have a family, a place to stay—"

"A family!? I don't want her near this place; she already took all of my sponsorships. She doesn't need to be here." He couldn't help his voice as it slowly rose, not being able to contain the anger any longer. Reed stepped in now, shaking his head.

"Johnny, I know it's hard to understand, but she means no harm. She is not a bad person. She is not coming here because of you. She knows you… dislike her."

Something inside Johnny felt uneasy. He didn't like to hear that, even if he knew it was true. Wasn't it? He disliked her, so it was good that you knew that. But why does he feel like shit? Why does it feel wrong? Why does it feel like it shouldn't be like that? Why does he not like that you actually know that? Why does he feel like you are misunderstanding?

"Good, we don't need another Alpha in our home." The word came out like venom from his lips, and Reed sighed, looking away.

"Better that way." Johnny frowned, wondering why he would say something like that. He wanted you to live here, and now he says it's better if you didn't? Before he could ask, there was a ring, and Herbie beeped cheerfully, rolling towards the doors and disappearing from sight. Johnny sighed through a growl and walked away to start setting up the table to distract himself.

He could already smell you. Your Alpha smell was weird to say the least. He could smell the ash, the firewood, but something else behind it all. He couldn't pinpoint it, but if he had to guess, the first thing that would come to his mind would be vanilla. But that would be impossible. It must be your perfume mingling with your scent.

"Glad you came!" He heard his sister singsong, and he grabbed onto the plates, turning around to finally see you walk in with a smile on your face. You were pretty on the eyes, someone he would definitely go after if it weren't for the fact that you stole his entire spotlight.

"I'm happy to have dinner with you all." You said, and Reed gave you a hug with a smile, patting your back gently.

"Once we finish, I would like to run some more tests on you, if that's alright." He heard Reed say, and that made his ear itch with curiosity. You nodded, pulling away before moving to look at Ben. He laughed and hugged you tightly, twirling you around in the air. Johnny wanted to growl at the display of affection, as if you were part of them, as if you were in this family.

Fuck, you weren't.

He slammed the plates on the table, causing a loud clattering sound. Everyone turned their heads towards him, startled. Your face fell, and Ben sighed, putting you down slowly. Johnny's eyes were two balls of fire, staring right into your soul, challenging you completely.

And you didn't want any of that. You didn't want that. You knew Johnny didn't like you, and it caused you some pain to know that fact. Your heart felt like it clenched tightly every time he looked at you if like would murder you in any second. Kick you out without a second thought. If only he knew that you weren't there to meddle, or to replace him.

You just needed a safe place.

"Hello, again, ice princess." He greeted you with spite, and you gulped, feeling your fingertips sweat slightly as you regained your footing.

"Hello to you too, talking torch." You always followed his banter, always made sure that you were defying him, playing your part. Sue sighed, giving you a reassuring smile as she put a hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the table.

"Dinner is still being prepared, so we can just sit down and have a chat meanwhile." She said, and you smiled nervously at her as your eyes drifted to Johnny every now and then. He noticed, of course, and his nose flared as he caught something else in the air, and he wondered if it was a fabric softener of some sort. It smelled too sweet, a little intoxicating and addictive.

"That's okay, I'm not that hungry yet." You replied, and Ben nodded once, walking towards the counter again, grabbing a sweet potato to start washing it. Reed went to the fridge, something Johnny scrunched his nose at because you gifted it to them when you got the deal with that stupid refrigerator manufacturer. He grabbed the jar of water and walked back to the table, putting it right in the middle.

"Let me grab some ice." He was about to turn, and you lifted your hand, a couple of ice cubes suddenly forming inside the water. Reed smiled warmly, shrugging a bit. "Or not."

Johnny wanted to throw that jar to the wall, break it into pieces, completely shatter it all. His eyes kept scanning you all over, every inch of your body. He hates you, and he knows that, yet he doesn't know why the need to protect you was there. It was hard to admit it, but he wanted you to be okay, and he felt that if anything were to happen to you, he—

The four watches started beeping, and you looked up alarmingly, your eyes clashing with his. You all frowned as the watches were looked at. The alarm signal that help was needed.

"Over Broadway avenue." Sue said, and Ben spoke out loud to fill you in.

"It's just those guys driving like maniacs again. The ones that are, for some reason, dressed as aliens?" Johnny rolled his eyes, an idea popping in his head.

"Well, if it's just that, Ice princess and I can handle it." Your eyes widened at that, looking at the blonde man who was challenging you with his blue eyes. "Right?"

"Um…" You stuttered, and he squinted slightly, wondering why you were backing down now. You never did. Reed interfered, clearing his throat. Johnny moved his gaze to his brother-in-law.

"No, that's fine, I can go with you Johnny—"

"Oh, no, no. Just help Ben here to prepare dinner. We'll be back in a second." He looked back your way, shrugging a bit. "Can't handle some stupid guys in a car?"

Your eyes turned into a glare as you stared at him. He smirked as he realized he was getting on your nerves. You turned and started walking towards the balcony, and Reed was right behind you, catching Johnny's attention.

"It's not a good idea—"

"We'll be back in a second. It will be fine." Johnny wanted to ask, but you were already creating ice with your left hand, moving your way up and into the sky, as your right hand was behind you, erasing the path you were creating. Johnny gave Reed one look before igniting in flames and flying right after you.

You looked to your side to see Johnny flying with his hands behind his neck, belly up. He was smirking at you and you snarled at him, going downwards towards the avenue. He followed right after, and his eyes could see the crashed cars already.

"Ice princess, if I get them first, you hand the Coca Cola sponsorship to me!" He yelled and you scoffed, shaking your head, sliding around in the air as you visualized the monster truck all the way at front.

"No way in fucking hell, alien fucker!" Johnny growled at that, not liking the way you were taunting him. He flew towards the big truck, and he could see the four man cheering, laughing like maniacs. He rolled his eyes, as the truck swerved in the street, the cars moving away from it as best as they could.

"Somewhere you need to be?" Johnny talked and the man in a red alien suit, pointed at the back of the truck.

"You try anything with your fire, and it all blows up!" Johnny winced as he saw five tanks filled with gasoline. You were sliding closer, and you pointed towards the ground with your left hand, creating an ice path to let you slide on it. The right hand lifted up, pointing towards the back of the truck, freezing the tanks over.

A man in a green alien suit yelled and pointed a gun your way. Johnny bared his teeth and immediately flew across the man, taking the gun from his hand. He broke the man's hand by doing so, but he deserved it. How dare him try to kill you?

"Johnny, they're gonna fly over! I'll freeze its wheels!" Johnny nodded at your words and you pointed your hand towards the wheels. Your eyes widened when the ice stuttered a bit, not coming out from your hand. You wobbled on the ice as you lost control of yourself a bit, but you took a sharp breath in and concentrated the best you could.

Johnny's eyes were on you, having noticed the change. But you were now freezing the wheels and he flew sharply to the front. Suddenly, the truck came to a forced stop and the four giant wheels got stuck to the ground thanks to your ice. The four man flew from the uncovered top of the truck. Johnny got one by one effortlessly, holding four man over one of his shoulders, uncovering that area from his flames.

He flew down onto the ground, dropping the men on the floor as police men rushed to him. The men groaned, dizzy from flying out of a moving vehicle. His eyes turned to look for you, and he saw you sliding away from the scene, making him frown.

"Johnny, thank you—!" Before the police chief could finish, Johnny was already flying in the air to follow you. Your ice was coming in quick spurts out of your hands, and you were breathing heavily, hoping to get to your building before it was too late.

This was a bad idea. You had let your ego and facade take over you. You saw Johnny flying next to you out of the corner of your eye, and you tried to pay him no mind, but his fucking scent—

"You ditching dinner, Princess? Good, because—" His eyes widened when ice stopped coming from your hands and you wobbled on your ice, drifting on it until you reached the pavement, making you topple over and roll on the ground.

He immediately flew down next to you, kneeling as people started to slowly come over with worry. He pulled you in his arms and— You were burning up. How— No, it couldn't be. You shouldn't. It was not possible.

But you were, and he needed to keep you safe. Away from everyone.

So he flew into the sky with you in his arms.

Johnny knew where you lived.

He didn't mean to memorize it, but he did. He saw it stuck in the refrigerator, as well as your phone number. At first, he just glanced at it. Then two times, then three, then it was a game for him to see if he remembered it all correctly, and then he took a peek at it to make sure he did. Glad that it now came in handy.

"Johnny— Johnny, you— You can leave me at the bottom of the building and I can go up—"

"Oh, shut up, I'm going to your balcony, it's faster!" You tried not to make any sounds, but you were in pain. You looked in pain. Was it your rut? A fever? You were scorching hot under his arms, and he didn't like that. He didn't like it because this meant something was terribly wrong with you. He should have taken you to Sue so she could examine you, but there was something inside of him that told him he had to take care of you. He had to be the one to bring you to safety.

He was flying around the building, counting the floors until he finally reached the fifth one. You wanted to throw yourself off his arms, but as your breath turned jagged, your body started to slowly give in. You felt limp, like Jell-O. And you knew he was not going to let it go. He wasn't going to let you down at the bottom.

"The— Balcony with the hanging wind chimes…" You said breathlessly, choking on your saliva as you felt sweat dripping off your forehead. Johnny gulped, getting another rush of a sweet peachy scent that almost made him wobble in the air. He caught the wind chimes on the second balcony on the corner. Blue seashells with baby blue glasses, moving as the wind blew. He quickly flew towards it, landing on the floor.

He slowly put you down, his hands around you as you wobbled on your own two feet. Your hands were gripping his biceps, not wanting to let go. His fingertips were digging onto your waist, his eyes trying to find yours, and he felt himself become conflicted. He shouldn't care so much, but this felt like something was chewing a part of him off.

"Okay, let's go in—"

"No! No… You— You can't come in, I'm alright—" You took one step back, only for your left knee to give in, falling into his arms. He huffed as he held tightly onto you, shaking his head.

"Yeah, no, that's not happening. Come on. Also, why the fuck are you burning up? You are literal ice!" His eyebrows furrowed at the sound of a whine. Did he imagine it? Maybe he did. He freed one hand to slide your door open and—

What the actual fuck?

Sweet. Strong. Peachy. Vanilla. Caramel. All of those scents were mixed together, and it made him lightheaded, as if he were drunk. He felt his abdomen cramp, and he was feeling his teeth ache as the fangs threatened to come out. There was an Omega here. An unmated one. You had an Omega?

That was making him angry. That was making him growl. No, you couldn't have an Omega. You cannot have one. He didn't have one, so you shouldn't either. You shouldn't. You should be a lonesome Alpha, just like he was.

Your eyes widened at the reaction, gulping heavily as you tried to rip yourself away from him, but his hand held you tighter around your waist. You winced, looking up at him with clouded eyes. His irises were on fire, staring down at you, almost with hatred, with disapproval, with disappointment, and also a hint of sadness.

"You have an Omega?" He asked through gritted teeth. You sighed heavily, shaking your head slowly.

"Take me to my room, Johnny…" He wanted answers. He needed them. His mind and his Alpha were yelling at him to rip those answers out of your tongue, but he knew you were in pain. You were going through something he didn't know about. A sickness that Reed was probably treating you. Or maybe your rut.

If it was your rut… Johnny had never been with an Alpha, but he would make an exception.

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he snapped out. What the hell was he thinking? Sleeping with another Alpha? You of all people? No. No, that isn't happening. He helped you walk inside, and the scent was only growing stronger at each step you two took. He couldn't help the small little sparks that were igniting at his fingertips, making you wince. He was trying to calm down, but he didn't want to go into your room and encounter someone else.

He gulped, his free hand opening your bedroom door, and he stood frozen at the frame, holding you close. The only sound in the room was your jagged breath, your small winces, and also the hint of some pained whines at the back of your throat. Johnny's eyes were wide in shock, staring at your bed.

A perfectly done nest was on the mattress. He would think it was from another person, another Omega, if it weren't for the fact that he could smell his family. He smelled his sister, Reed, Ben… even himself. This wasn't some random Omega's nest. This… was yours.

He slowly faced you, your eyes connecting to his. He finally saw the blown out pupils, the trembling bottom lip, and the scent around the room enveloped you perfectly. The beast inside him rumbled with triumph, but his mind was still hazed with confusion, with questions.

"You're an Omega." He finally said, and you huffed, gaining some strength to move away from him so you could limp to your bed and into your nest. You felt your body burning up, your power doing nothing to put it out. You thought you wouldn't feel the heat as strongly because of your new powers, but you were mistaken. You crawled to the middle of the bed, taking your shoes off and feeling your belly cramp slowly.

"Yeah… I am." You breathed out, and Johnny just stood there, his head tilting as he inspected you all over. His jaw clenched as he took a deep breath of your scent in. He frowned, catching the whiff of the Alpha scent he always smelled on you.

"But… you smelled… like an Alpha, it makes no sense at all." This was not the time to give answers to him, but he was not going to leave if you didn't give them to him. But you didn't want him to leave. You didn't want Johnny to leave your side, not now.

"I wanted to be a scientific researcher… As you know— Shit…" You huffed a breath in, lurching forward as your belly hit you with one strong cramp, your lungs being filled by Johnny's scent. He moved towards you, his hands in the air, but he stopped himself before crossing your nest. He can't do that unless invited in. He growled lowly at that.

"Omegas cannot be researchers…" He continued, and you nodded, wiping the sweat off your forehead, and you started unbuttoning your cardigan, needing to take your clothes off. Johnny gulped heavily, his throat going dry as he stared at you.

"So, I invented a scent replacer. I never told anyone except Reed. I mixed the chemicals for scent blockers with Alpha DNA. I used it to get my job." You coughed, your cunt clenching around nothing, trying not to let the slick come out of you, trying not to embarrass yourself more than you've already had. "And then, I kept hiding it— If enemies knew my designation, they would use that against me."

Johnny stood there, completely stunned at your explanation. It made sense. It really did. In this decade, Omegas were greatly discriminated against, deeming them as useless or hormonal. It was just excuses to make Alphas a superior designation. It was bullshit, and you were proof of that.

"You managed to trick so many Alphas… even me." You managed to let a chuckle out, your throat closing up more and more as you nodded. Your eyes found his, and his chest was heaving up and down as you lay there, right in front of him. Shit, if he didn't leave, you would do something you would regret, or more likely, he will.

"Please… I can— I can take care of myself—" It was a lie. You knew it was. You have an Alpha in your room, an Alpha you admire, an Alpha you found delectable in every way possible. An Alpha that caught your attention in more than one way. And he knew it, he knew you wanted him here, because your slick was coming out of you, and he could fucking smell it.

"I am not leaving." His eyes were strong, determined, staring your way. Your heart picked up a pace, and he knew he should fly away, but— His eyes caught something else. Something that was near your pillow. Your eyes widened as he walked around your bed, heading towards the top of your nest, leaning over to make sure he was seeing right.

"P-Please— Don't judge me—"

"You stole my clothes? My underwear?" Your eyes filled with shameful tears, mixing with the proud part of your Omega that wanted to say that it did. That you had his underwear on your nest, want to show him your devotion, and that you were available for an Alpha like him. But he hated you, and you had to remind yourself of that. He would reject you without a second glance your way.

"I— I needed it because— I have no family, so, I need items from my pack—"

"My dirty underwear, ice princess?"

Silence filled the room as you two stared at one another. You didn't know what else to say. You didn't know what else you could tell him to not sound creepy or disgusting. You were a horrible Omega. You should be ashamed of yourself. He didn't want you like that. This Alpha didn't see you as anything else but an enemy, someone he had to defeat.

He didn't see underwear from any of his other friends, just his. His chest puffed up with pride, with the knowledge that you wanted him. That an Omega like yourself wanted an Alpha like him. He felt himself start to strain in his pants as his eyes roamed over your exposed shoulders. His pupils dilated completely, the blue in his irises slowly disappearing, and you could feel the shift in the room.

Your hivemind started to slowly take control, enjoying how his musk started to fill the room. How his scent started to spike with arousal. You wanted to seduce him, you wanted to show off to him, you wanted him to spend the heat with you. Johnny took off his jacket, throwing it onto the floor as he rounded the bed again, his fingers tracing along the edge of the nest.

"And Reed knew. My sister too." You nodded slowly, gulping the little bit of saliva you had as you stared at his biceps, his exposed skin.

"Y-Yes… He helped with keeping my status hidden…" Johnny nodded a bit, the puzzle slowly coming together in his mind. He always wanted to protect you. He never wanted to see you hurt. He always looked around the room for you. He always sought you out. He always wanted to be in your line of sight. He always wished you weren't an Alpha, and not because you were a threat to him.

But because he wanted you.

He wants you.

He is getting you.

He is having you.

And he is going to brand you as his.

"Invite me in, Omega." Your body shivered at the request. You looked down at your nest, knowing that once Johnny crosses, everything would change. Everything would be different. But you couldn't think of any consequences right now. All you could do was bend your knees up and slowly spread your legs for him. Your scratches and your bruises are a thing of the past now as you looked up at him with hope in your teary eyes.

"Come in, Alpha…" Your voice was so sweet. It was so soft on his ears, and it was as if you had just said the most beautiful thing in the world. He took off his sneakers, kicking them away, as his body began to burn in temperatures that he didn't know if he was controlling or not. His eyes zeroed in on your covered cunt, and he could now distinctly smell your slick, just gushing out of you, desperately searching for him.

His brain was clouding; the only thing he now knows is that you are an Omega in need. An Omega that needs him, that wants him, that wants to be knotted by him. And he will comply. He will give you what your body craves.

He made sure to kneel over your nest, not wanting to break the beautiful, safe place you made for yourself. He was so proud of you. He was so amazed by how you took clothes under everyone's noses. Or maybe just his. If Reed and Sue knew, you were probably given the clothes willingly. He crawled your way, towering over you as you lay back on the bed. Your cheeks heated up, unable to use your powers willingly to cool yourself down.

"When did you take my stuff?" He asked, his hand moving to the crook of your neck, where a patch of scent blocker was. He gripped the edge of it and ripped it off, making you moan at the sudden pain.

"When— When you were training…" He hummed, dipping his head into your neck to inhale your natural scent, finally. You smelled so good, and you hid it from him. You hid this beautiful and perfect aroma from his lungs. He growled at you, making a whine get caught in your throat. "Are you mad?"

"A little… But because you hid from me… If only I knew you were an Omega… Fuck—" His hips immediately crashed against yours, and you could feel how hot he felt. How strained he was. You purred underneath him, and his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure at the sound. "You sound so good…"

He could hardly contain himself, the need to claim you increasing by the second. He wanted to rip your clothes away, burn them to ashes. You trembled underneath him as your hands slowly moved to grip his sides, trying to make him move against you. You needed more friction; you needed to feel him more.

"I want you, Johnny… Please…" And he was already in your nest. He was already here, but something inside of him was telling him to stop. Something inside of him, probably the rational part, was telling him that this should be done differently.

"Wait— Wait…" He took a deep breath in, trying to calm the fire inside of him. You whined in need, but he growled back, telling you that you had to listen to him. You pouted, biting your bottom lip as you stared up at him, your puppy dog eyes making his body shiver. "You have no idea how much you have irked me these past months…"

You pondered a bit, fighting against your instincts as best you could. You had to answer him, make him understand, and believe in your words. You moved up, brushing your lips against his, and then pecking them softly. A shock of electricity ran down both your bodies, only to be broken by you lying back down again.

"Didn't mean to…" And he groaned loudly, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to keep his composure when your hips brushed against his. His eyes went to the top of your head, where his underwear sat nicely, his musk right next to where you always sleep.

"But it seems you have always been my biggest fan, haven't you, princess?" You gasped when his lips brushed against your ear, feeling the hot breath right on your skin. You nodded desperately as your slick started coming out of you in gushes.

"Mhm— I didn't— I didn't mean to like your scent that much, I'm sorry—" You apologized, even if you didn't regret your actions. He shook his head, his teeth coming to nip your earlobe as he ran his hands over your sides, his heat transferring to your body.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm not mad…" You whined when a cramp hit you in your belly. Having an Alpha on top of you, the one you have been craving the most, was making you go a little feral than usual. The one Alpha you had been closest to for the past months. He pulled away to look down at you, seeing how worked up you were, and fuck, he loved seeing you like this. Finally, in his arms, like he always pretended he didn't want.

"Johnny, I need— You don't have to—" You could barely talk, you could barely think, but you knew there was a line. You knew that whatever happened after this would change your life entirely, as well as his. The problem was, Johnny didn't commit. You knew about his reputation. You knew about his night rounds.

"But I want to." He confessed, and you whined, wanting to believe it, wanting to have him, but you didn't know how you would be after he helped you with your heat. He could move on to the next Omega without sparing a second glance your way.

"I won't— I won't be able to forget… I— I will be ruined…"

Those words made something inside him twist. He had been with Omegas before, but they were always flirty, salacious, trying to get his knot with sweet and enchanting words. He had knotted a few, but he never felt a connection whatsoever. He never found someone interesting, but then, you came.

You caught his attention, even if in a bad way, you still had his eyes on you. He never looked twice at the same person, but you were different. You were so different. You never tried to seduce him. You never tried to be sexy for him. You always played the part with your bantering, talking back to him, shoving the magazines you were in in his face.

And he secretly loved it. He had all your magazines in his drawer, and he had dedicated many nights with his own hand to you. He wanted to ruin you, like he ruined the pages of those magazines you were in. He wanted to ruin you for everyone else. He wanted to mark you. He wanted you to be his and only his. He always did.

"Then let me ruin you." Flames extended on his back as he leaned down to take your lips with his. He kissed you desperately, wantonly, as if you were the oxygen that would keep him alive. You moaned into the kiss, holding onto his sides, making sure not to touch his back and burn yourself.

He concentrated on putting the flames out, succeeding with just luck, his hips rutting against yours, feeling the dampness coating the hard bulge in his pants. Your arms moved to wrap around his shoulders as the kiss intensified, purring into his mouth with delight. He tasted like everything you thought he would. Like roasted marshmallows.

You didn't want Johnny to be an Alpha you craved. It was unexpected, and you were taken aback by that. You thought that maybe playing his game, you would grow to despise him, too. You would learn not to look. You would learn not to smell the room he was in, trying to etch his scent in your system. Futile. You knew it was when you found the basket of dirty clothes while Herbie was loading the washer. The moment you saw the robot look away, your hand stretched out and gripped those boxers without a thought.

You smuggled those while Reed got you clothes from the group without them noticing. They thought they got lost in the washer, or Herbie did, but they were in fact in the comfort of your home. At the top of your bed. Whenever you came home, you shamefully rubbed your nose onto it, the comfort washing over you instantly.

You couldn't bother to feel disgusting, not when his scent gave you the calmness you needed to survive your days. And now, he was on top of you, kissing you fervently, burning intensely all over. You could feel his hands warming the sides of your body as they roamed freely, and you couldn't help the purrs vibrating in your throat.

He moaned into your mouth, his cock starting to strain in his pants, aching to come out. It was weird to feel you so hot under his fingertips. Even when he stood close to you, you felt cool; the air around you was cold. Now, you were burning up in a good way. In a way, he could fix.

His hips rutted against yours as he licked your bottom lip, and you let his tongue slip in to dance against yours. Your arms pulled him closer as you hugged him around his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his waist to push him harder against you. You could feel your belly turning, pussy clenching around absolutely nothing as your clit was rubbed perfectly, thanks to the friction.

You tasted so good. Perfect. Just like your natural scent. That hidden scent he could always smell in the background, mistaking it for a perfume. His hands came up to cradle your face, his hips starting to move harder, faster, dry humping in a way that was making the two of you see stars. It felt right. It felt so good.

Your heat was starting to control your body, your impulses. You wanted more. Your nails gripped the back of his shirt, pulling on it desperately. He pulled away, breathlessly, kneeling up between your legs, and he threw a hand back to grab onto the shirt, taking it off with one movement.

He was sculpted, and he looked gorgeous as you saw his eyes shining for a second as he took a look at your body. You looked disheveled, and the only thing he had done was kiss you stupid and dry hump you. His hand gripped your tank top, bunching it up in his fist. He smirked at your surprised face, and then the smell of fabric burning. He burnt it just enough to be able to rip it apart from your body, even the straps.

Your body jerked at the sensation, moaning at the dominance of the Alpha before you. Your eyes sparkled with need, tears of pleasure and desperation starting to form in your waterline. His eyes scanned your exposed chest, braless, and he felt the tip of his cock ache, so he grabbed his belt, undoing it quickly with a groan and throwing it to the side. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, a sigh of satisfaction leaving his lips.

"I can barely contain myself…" He moaned out as he leaned back down, his lips coming to kiss your collarbone, tasting your sweat on his tongue. He quickly pecked down, kissing the top of your left breast, before taking your nipple into his mouth. You gasped, jerking your body up into him, your back arching as you felt his tongue around you. It was hot, as if melted wax was being poured on your sensitive bud.

"Don't— God, please don't—" You begged. You didn't want him to hold back at all. He tutted against your nipple, his teeth coming to nibble against it, giving it a pull, making you gasp.

"Hold on, Omega."

"No, no, please— It hurts, I need it—" You tried again, your mouth now mumbling things you didn't mean to say. Things you didn't think through. He growled at you, and suddenly you felt your legs burning, making you cry out, spreading them away from him.

"You want me to be rough?" You nodded desperately, and he tilted his head to the side, kneeling up again, separating himself from you. You whined at the loss of touch, but then your eyes widened as your entire room lit up, and he ignited in flames from the waist up. Your mind just kept going and going:

Alpha, Alpha, Alpha.

A perfect one. To keep you safe. To give you a nest. To give you everything you wanted.

His hands stopped their flames, gripping your leggings as well as your underwear, and he suddenly pulled harshly, making you hold onto your sheets below you so you wouldn't be pulled as well. Your clothes were taken off roughly, and finally, you could feel a bit of cold air hit your skin. Cold air was replaced by the extreme heat that Johnny was producing in the room.

You felt suffocated, but it felt good. So good. Your legs spread for him again, trying to present yourself to the Alpha before you. His eyes fell to your can, which was dripping from your slick and going down onto the mattress. His mouth watered, his panting increased as his teeth hurt once again with the need for his fangs to come out.

He carefully moved down, his flames slowly starting to go out the lower he got to the mattress. His arms were now back to normal, wrapped around your thighs as his face got closer to your center. You could feel the extreme heat coming on your cunt, his head still engulfed in flames, looking up at you with burning irises and pupils. You were breathing heavily, looking down, begging at him with your eyes as you clenched around nothing.

His flames finally got put out completely, and his face dipped down to lick a long stripe along your folds. Your back arched as your hands gripped the sheets below you. A loud relieved moan escaped you, his tongue burning you in the most delicious of ways. He growled at the taste of your slick, and when he sucked on your clit he knew he was the one who got ruined.

What a turn of events. He now knew there wouldn't be anyone else like you. No one could look like you. No one could taste like you. No one could compare to you at all. Fuck, your slick was cold. He thought he felt it burning his crotch before, but now it was cold. It felt so fucking good. The contrast of his heat with your coolness was making his tip leak with precum.

His fingers dug into your thighs, making sure to leave his digits marked on you. You were probably getting third-degree burns with them, but they felt too good to say something about it. He ate you out like a man starved. You could hear him slurping on you, kissing your clit, and his moans vibrating into your cunt. Your belly turned as it complained for more. You were so greedy, but you couldn't help yourself.

"M—More… Please, more, Johnny…" You quietly begged, and he sneered a bit, pulling out of your cunt, getting a hand between your legs, teasingly pressing his fingers through your hold, but not pushing in.

"Not what I want to hear." You whined, moving your hips against him, and he growled, his teeth coming to bite on your left inner thigh. You cried out, your hand coming to grip his head to push him away. His eyes were sharp, challenging. You gulped, nodding with understanding.

"More, Alpha… Please…"

"Atta girl." He pressed his middle and ring fingers in, slowly. You threw your head back into the pillow as your pussy fluttered around him. He moaned as he saw the slick just coming out of you in gushes as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, hearing the squelch of your juices against him. "So wet… So ready for your Alpha, aren't you?"

His mind was clouded now. He was forgetting who he was, and if there was anyone else in this world besides you and him. He just wanted to pleasure you. He wanted to hear you call for him, need him, and he wanted to make you his. Just his. You nodded, soft 'uh-huhs' leaving your mouth as you couldn't even think, because his tongue was back on your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

He flicked it in rapid movements with his hand, and he frowned a bit as he felt you flutter around his fingers, but also felt as if a shock of cold was sent through his hand. He paid it no mind a second later when you gripped his hair, pushing him further into you. He complied, of course. His fingers sped up, making you moan louder as your body showed him how thankful it was for what he was doing to you.

"Oh, fuck—" Tears ran down the sides of your face, drool started pooling on the side of your mouth, and you felt your body shaking slightly at each thrust, at each flick. His fingers curled inside of you, and your back arched as your spongy part was hit suddenly. He chuckled triumphantly into your cunt as he felt your reaction.

His mouth latched onto your clit, his tongue flicking it as he looked up at your reactions, his hips rutting into the mattress looking for friction. He needed to get you ready for him. He needed you to take him properly and not hurt in the process. He didn't want his Omega to be in pain.

His Omega?

"Alpha!" Your pussy fluttered around him the moment he got his index finger in, now three fingers deep inside of you. He moaned as he kept your right thigh separated from his face, keeping you spread. You panted, jagged breaths coming out of you as your body jerked a few times, feeling your belly cramp every three seconds.

"Cum." He mumbled into your pussy, desperate to taste your climax. You gasped on a choked-up moan, your mouth opening in a silent 'O' as you furrowed your eyebrows at the feeling, staring at the ceiling. You were seeing white as you clenched tightly around his fingers, his tongue flicking your clit as he relentlessly thrusted in and out of you, abusing your g-spot.

Your slick covered his entire hand, then his wrist, because it was coming out like a waterfall on him. It was exquisite. You were amazing. Your hand was gripping his hair forcefully, and for the first time ever, he didn't care if he went bald. Not if it was you the one who ripped his hair out. He would be proud to know it was because he gave you this pleasure no one else could.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you as he felt you unclench, your body relaxing back into the mattress. He gave a few kitten licks to your clit, making you jerk your hips at him. He dipped down, licking your juices and drinking them up with delight. Fuck. He straightened up, licking his fingers clean, and you watched through teary eyes, half lidded, your chest moving up and down as you came down from your high.

His pupils dilated as his cock twitched. The fire inside him ignited, worse than before. His eyes fell on you, splayed out like that in front of him. He never felt like this. Never this feral. This animalistic. He now knew the reason, as your arms reached up for him, begging him to go back to you.

Yeah, you are his Omega.

He stood up from the bed, making sure again not to disrupt your nest, and he took his pants off as quickly as he could. Then, his boxers followed. At that, you sat up, your nose flaring as you saw the precum stain that was perfectly shown on the blue fabric. You gulped, licking your lips as your Omega purred with need. He tilted his head, lifting his boxers up to your face.

"Want them?" You nodded up at him, kneeling up in front of him. Your hand moved to grab onto the boxers, and he continued before letting go, "Show your Alpha what you did with the ones you stole."

You licked your lips, looking down at the hard, aching cock that was in front of you. Your eyes became heart-shaped as drool pooled in your mouth. Without noticing, you had started to lean forward, your tongue lolling out to have a lick at it. You were stopped by a hand coming to grip your chin, your eyes jerking open as heat invaded the room again, the temperature rising alarmingly.

His upper body was engulfed in flames again, except for the hand holding your chin. He leaned close to your face, and even if you knew you were going to burn, you felt the need to lick him. To feel those burning lips against yours.

"Show me." You hummed as he let go of your cheeks, and you immediately put his boxers into your nose, inhaling the damp patch with a moan. He smelled good, making you purr into the fabric. You felt his hand grab onto your head, and you looked up at him with needy eyes that made his body tremble.

You took your tongue out and you licked the wet spot on it. You tasted the precum on your tongue, even if it was just a bit. It made your pussy clench around nothing, your belly sending a shock through your body as goosebumps rose from your skin.

"Alpha…" His chest was on fire, and he could hardly control it. He guided your head towards his cock, and your eyes widened, gripping it with your free hand, feeling the girth of it around your fingers. You whimpered at the feeling of it, tongue licking the tip of it, taking that little bead of precum into your mouth.

You tasted it, delighted yourself in it, closing your eyes in ecstasy. Johnny was losing his mind. He had to try to calm down before he sets your house on fire, and the entire building with it. If only he had known that this was going to happen, he would have done this in his fireproof room.

But when you took his cock into your mouth, he felt himself go crazy. He never had this problem before. He never had to worry about his flames, because he could control them. But not here. Not with you. His cock felt like it was burning, and he tried to pull your head back, afraid he was going to cause pain to you.

And then, he felt it.

Cold.

Your mouth was cold. He jerked his hips involuntarily against you, and he looked down to see your eyes being engulfed in that light blue sparkle whenever you used your power. How? Shit, he couldn't think of the reason for it, because you started bobbing your head back and forth, slurping on his dick as if it were the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.

"Fuck—" He moaned as his flames started to dim, his body steaming up as he came back to normal. He rolled his head around his shoulders as he felt your tongue licking all over his dick. He was twitching and he could feel his abdomen contracting with need. He won't be able to enjoy this much longer. He couldn't. There was no time.

He grabbed your head, pulling it back, his cock coming out of your mouth with a 'Pop!'. Drool dripped down your chin as you looked up at him. Your eyes turned back to normal, and you probably didn't even realize what you did to him. He leaned down to take your lips with his, tasting himself, and normally, he wouldn't do it, but fuck, he couldn't control his body at all with you.

You moaned into his mouth, but your own need was clawing at you. You pulled away, moving to put his pair of boxers at the top of your nest, right next to the old ones. You tucked them nicely, and Johnny's chest rumbled with pride at seeing you take care of your nest. You were such a good Omega. So perfect. A perfect match for him.

"Johnny, please— Lay down…" Your request surprised him, but he wasn't going to complain. He wanted to ravish you, and he could do that on top, but it seemed that you needed something else.

He followed the instructions, and you moved so he could lie down on the bed. You straddled him, his hands coming to rest on your hips. He never thought he would be in this position, at least not with you, and much less sexually. Even if he had imagined it many times, the thought of sleeping with another Alpha wasn't much to his liking. But you weren't one.

So he could enjoy this.

Your cunt rubbed against his cock, lubing it up with your own slick. Your head rolled over your shoulders as you sighed, loving the warm feeling that was coming out of him. He gulped heavily, trying to contain himself from lifting you up and slamming his cock inside of you with one thrust. He saw your hands coming to scratch at his chest, and he winced, seeing your eyes turn into a bright light blue for a second, and his body jerked a bit as a cold shock ran through his entire spine.

Your body got in between your bodies, gripping his cock and guiding his cock to your dripping pussy. You bit your bottom lip and threw your head back as you slowly sank down on him. You choked on your moans as he filled you up, and Johnny's veins were about to pop from how much blood was flowing throughout his body. His neck was bright red, his fingertips dug into your hips, probably scratching some of your skin off, but you didn't care.

"Oh fuck…" He cursed out loud, and you couldn't control your body as it slammed itself down onto him, hips crushing into his. Your eyes widened as you cried out, feeling him in the deepest part of you. You could almost feel him in your throat. He yelled your name for the first time in the night, and a shiver ran down your spine, making you flutter around his entire length.

You rolled your hips to adjust to him, sighing with delight as you made a perfect O against his pelvis. He felt so good. He felt so perfect. You hoped he felt the same way about you. You wanted to be unforgettable to him. You wanted him to choose you. To want you.

He cursed under his breath, trying to keep his eyes open to look at the way you moved on top of him. He felt his fingertips burning, and he moved them away from you for a second, feeling like he was gonna burst into flames at any second and hurt you. But fuck, he could barely hold on to a thread of rationality. It's been a while since he had been intimate, much more knotted someone. So forgive him for becoming a little feral at this turn of events.

Your hands slammed on his chest, and you finally started moving up, to then thrust back down on him. Your wetness fell all over the shaft and down to the base, and the squelching sound was loud, ringing into his ears. His hands came back to grip your hips once he felt his fingertips cooling a bit, guiding you up and down as groans escaped his lips.

You started picking up a pace, your instincts taking over, your eyes glazing over as you looked up at the ceiling. You began to mumble between your moans as the tip of his cock hit you just right, over and over. Johnny was choking on his spit as he let you use him the way you wanted, the way you needed.

"Alpha, Alpha, Alpha—" You kept saying it, you kept crying it out, and his fingers started to brand into your skin. Literally. You were barely feeling it, he knew it, your mind too gone to realize what was happening to him.

"You feel so good, shit—" He moaned your name again, and your hips circled against him once more as you slammed down on his hips. Your eyes found his, and you smiled with drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth, a hint of blue shining in your eyes.

"Johnny, baby…" Oh, you shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have used a pet name on him. He planted his feet on the bed, raising his hips up, and his eyes turned bright orange, flames filling them as he started thrusting in a rough and hard manner, making you bounce on him as your mouth fell open. Your eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure took over you, your pussy fluttering around him.

There was the smell of something else, something mingling between both of your scents. Something was burning, and it wasn't his musk. It was actual fabric burning. But he didn't stop. He didn't stop his thrusts, and you were holding yourself against his chest as you looked down at him. He felt scorching hot under your fingertips, his teeth bared at you as he growled in pleasure.

"This is what you wanted, Omega?" You nodded pathetically as he relentlessly railed into you, taking whatever he wanted from you as your belly turned in pleasure and your skin started to grow goosebumps. He gave a particular harsh thrust, making you snap out for a second. "Answer."

"Yes! Yes!" He was being selfish; he knew this, but he couldn't help himself.

"And just me, right? You just wanted me." It wasn't a question. And you couldn't deny it, not now. So you nodded again, mumbling out as best as you could.

"Yes, just you, Alpha. Just you, Johnny." He stopped his movements and quickly sat up, his arms engulfing you completely. His nose flared, and he looked over his shoulder as you tried rolling your hips against him. He growled, but his eyes widened, seeing the shape of his back and head imprinted onto the pillow and mattress. He burned so much that he branded himself into your nest.

Fucking great.

He flipped the two of you over, slamming you against the mattress, and you could feel how warm it was underneath you. You were too cock drunk to care. Feeling way too good to even think of how dangerous all of this was.

Either way, he didn't even give you a second, that he was holding onto the back of your knees, spreading you wide open so he could continue ravishing you. You could barely hold on to your own thoughts, becoming animalistic as you cried for him. You could feel a lot of emotions rushing over you, and something you couldn't pinpoint.

And Johnny wasn't thinking clearly anymore. He could feel himself getting close, the threat of his knot expanding rather close. This was a mistake. He was going to hurt you. Fuck, he was going to burn you alive. But he couldn't stop himself. This never happened to him, but he could feel it. He will burst into flames, his entire body.

He kept moving, hearing your sweet moans, only driving him even more insane. His eyes never turned back to normal, and that was a bad sign. He trembled all over as he tried to gain control of himself again, but he couldn't. He had to stop, but he didn't want to. He growled at himself as he started going harder, snapping his hips against yours, making you jerk into the bed.

"I— Princess, I'm going to hurt you— I have to stop!" He didn't want to, not even when you whined loudly, your eyes widening as your arms wrapped around his body. You shook your head, tears forming as he kept moving.

"N-No! Please, Alpha, I need it!" You begged, and he closed his eyes tightly, and your pussy started clenching around him, not letting him move that much. He felt his stomach turning, his climax close, and his heart was slowly gaining more and more temperature.

"I will hurt you! I will burn you alive!" And you shook your head desperately, your legs wrapping around his waist so he wouldn't leave. Fuck. You were too cock drunk. You were insane. He was insane. And he was close. He was so fucking close.

His knot started to enlarge at the base, starting to slip in and out of you, and you were moaning desperately, purrs escaping you, and he was breathing heavily as his heart was coming out of his mouth. You gasped, clenching your eyes tightly for a second, and your orgasm hit you.

"Alpha!" And your pussy clenched tightly, and he couldn't hold back. His knot hit inside, enlarging and locking himself into you as he started cumming. He was burning up, and this was it. He looked down at you with a worried frown, and flames started to slowly engulf his body, your arms and legs covering them. He was going to burn you alive, and he couldn't stop it. Panic rose inside of him—

And then you opened your eyes.

Light blue bright spheres looking back at him, and then he felt the cold. You froze over as you came, intense bursts of steam filling the entirety of the room, your body turning into a bright blue, the same color as ice. He moaned your name as he felt relief, and then he felt you milking him, making him cum one more time inside of you. You were his counterpart. You were the perfect match for him, despite being completely opposites.

There was a smell of burnt fabric, of humidity thanks to the steam, and obviously the scent of pure and obscene sex. He finally calmed down, his flames slowly disappearing from his body, and his eyes returned to their normal blue hue as he looked down at you, his breath hitting your face. You matched his breaths, your eyes returning to their natural color as well, and your body turned back to normal.

There was silence, water all over your bodies thanks to the steam, and probably some sweat. You didn't think you would gain your power back while in heat, but it seems as if your Omega knew it had to match Johnny's Alpha. You looked at one another, nervously, unsure.

And then the fire alarm started going crazy.

You groaned loudly as you shot an icicle its way, breaking it completely. Johnny turned to look over his shoulder, and then back at you. He didn't know what to say for a second, licking his lips and gulping.

"So, uh… That— Yeah, that happened." He cringed at what he just said. He had his knot deep inside of you, and that was the best he could come up with? Johnny was rarely ever speechless, but you made him nervous. Another first.

"I— Yeah…" He could see your embarrassment, looking around the room and wincing as you saw some burnt walls, but then sighing with relief as all the clothes in the nest were safe, without suffering any harm from both of you.

His eyes inspected you, and he knew that there was never going to be an Omega that could match him. You were the perfect one. You could handle him in every single way possible. No other Omega would have survived him if he had gone feral with them, but you… He wasn't going to let you go. No. And he would court you.

"You know that I loved every second of it, right?" You didn't know how much you needed to hear that, your eyes turning to look at him. Blue irises that were honest, filled with emotion. Long gone was the dislike he had for you. "I only disliked you… because I wanted you."

Your eyes widened when you heard that. You were confused because it wouldn't make sense. You were not acting like an Omega, so—

"But I had the Alpha scent blocker…"

"I know, I know, that's the problem. I wanted an Alpha. I wanted to protect an Alpha, and that— That was bullshit, because princess, you have been taking every single sponsorship out of my hands, and that made me mad too." You stared at the man before you, and you couldn't help the laughter that escaped you, actual cackles as he looked at you, completely offended. "I'm being serious here!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry— I shouldn't laugh—" He growled at you, but a smile displayed on his lips, coming to place a kiss on your cheek. That made you calm down, a smile staying on your face.

"Maybe now you can move to the headquarters… With me." His lips trailed down to your neck, and you could feel yourself purring at the affection. His hands ran all over your body as you held onto him around his shoulders. "My bedroom is fireproof… Furniture included."

"How convenient…" You sighed out, and he pulled away to look down at you. He stared around the nest, smiling.

"Of course, moving your nest too." You smiled, nodding at him. His lips pecked yours in a sweet kiss, and electric shocks ran down both of your bodies. He pulled away, and his nose kept touching yours, not really separating from you. "Deal?"

"Deal." You were happy. You had a good feeling about this. You had visions of what it would be like to live your days with an Alpha like Johnny. Challenging, but happy nonetheless. He stared at you for a moment, and then he straightened up slightly, becoming a little more serious.

"Okay, but hear me out— How about you include me in that refrigerator commercial?" You frowned, mouth opening.

"Johnny, you are literally fire! What does that have to do with refrigerators? Also, that's my sponsor!" He groaned loudly and shook his head.

"Don't remind me, BUT THINK ABOUT IT! You could be presenting the newest model, you open the fridge door, and BAM, I'm there, steaming up, and I go, 'It could even cool me down!'" He smiled down at you, eyes sparkling with emotion, goofiness. This was the Alpha you were choosing.

"… That's actually not a bad idea."

"Told you."

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a/n: u know me, i had to make it omegaverse, please reblog, don't be lazy.

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