#Alpha!Marcus Pike x F!Omega!Reader

[absurdthirst]

Hi! I know sometimes you share screenshots of fic titles of WIPS that you and storiesofthefandomlovers are working on together. I think it's super fun seeing the titles + what characters are coming up to guess what they might be about, is there any chance you could share those titles again when you get a moment? If not, totally cool!

Ohhh I have a lot of them! If you want to see one of the screenshots of a work in draft, let me know! Upcoming fics below!

In Drafts:

Property of Dave York {Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader}

The Hotline {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader}

Unexpectedly Mated {Alpha!Mando x Omega!F!Reader}

The Journey to Jackson {Joel Miller x F!Reader}

Hollywood Happiness {Dieter Bravo x Actress!F!Reader}

Pretty Woman {Max Lord x F!Reader}

Rewarded & Rescued {Javier Peña x F!Reader}

Better Late Than Never {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

The Irish Escape {Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

One Night in St. John's {Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

Trick or Treat {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader}

Greased Lightning {Frankie Morales x F!Reader x Pope}

Needs to be Edited:

Evidence of a Date {Tim Rockford x F!Reader}

Right Hand Man {Dave York x F!Reader}

Riduur in Training {Mando x F!Reader}

Dominate Love {Joel Miller x F!Reader}

The Cost of Survival {Ezra x F!Reader}

His Happy Ending {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader}

[ladyxskywalker]

OCT 2022 (part two)

fandoms featured on this list: triple frontier, pedro pascal characters, misc./multi. fandom

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✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Commandante Veracruz

Kinktober, Mirror Sex by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader) **

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Kinktober, Outdoor Sex by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader) **

Overstimulation Kink by @magpie-to-the-morning (f!reader) **

✨ Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels

Howdy, Pumpkin by @magpie-to-the-morning (f!reader) **

✨ Javi Gutierrez

Breath Play by @chaoticgeminate (f!reader) **

✨ Javier Peña

Size Difference by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Kinktober, Morning Sex by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader) **

✨ Oberyn Martell

First Time by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

The Light in Your Eyes by @lightsinthedistancee *

Worth the Risk by @the-blind-assassin-12 (cw: blood, injuries, pain, angst)

✨ Pero Tovar

Body Worship by @clydesducktape (f!reader) **

Stripping by @clydesducktape (magical au) (witch!f!reader) **

The Halloween Hit by @absurdthirst & @storiesofthefandomlovers (cw: violence, infidelity, divorce, pregnancy, major character death) (f!reader) **

✨ Max Phillips

Guardian Vampire by @absurdthirst & @storiesofthefandomlovers (cw: vampirism, drugging, alcohol) (f!reader) **

✨ Misc. Pedro Pascal Characters

Pedrotober by @imtryingmybeskar (silva, a strange way of life, marcus pike, ezra, prospect, marcus moreno, pero tovar, zach wellison, javi g, jack daniels, frankie morales, din djarin, & more) (gn!reader)

Winktober by @oonajaeadira (soft kinktober) *

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

Dry Humping by @clydesducktape (monster au) (f!reader) **

Kinktober, Floor Sex by @flightlessangelwings (afab!reader) **

✨ Frankie Catfish Morales

a/b/o by @clydesducktape (a/b/o dynamics) (alpha!frankie) (omega!gn!reader) **

Drunk Sex by @clydesducktape (monster au) (vampire!frankie) (f!reader) **

Love Bites/Marks by @clydesducktape (‘omega’!frankie) (assassin!f!reader) **

Thigh Riding by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

Witchy Woman by @movievillainess721 (plus size!f!reader) *

✨ Santiago Pope Garcia

Carving Contest by @dailyreverie

✨ Will Ironhead Miller

Breeding Kink by @clydesducktape (bodyguard au) (f!reader) **

Captain and the Siren by @rayslittlekitten (dad!will) (wife!f!reader) **

Making it Out Alive by @artemiseamoon (f!reader) *

MISC./MULTI. FANDOM

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield, Peter Parker)

Don’t Leave Me by @softtdaisy

✨ The Batman (Alfred Pennyworth)

Coming Up Roses by @saradika (f!reader) **

Slip into Your Skin by @stargirlfics (black!f!reader) **

✨ Bridgerton (Benedict Bridgerton)

Gentle Stroking of Cheeks While Kissing by @starryeyedstories

✨ Charlie Hunnam Characters

Jax Teller

Not All Leaves Turn in Autumn by @rayslittlekitten (ofc)

King Arthur: Legend of the Sword

Dirty Talk by @autumnleaves1991-blog (wife!f!reader) **

✨ Interview with the Vampire

like the bonfire that burns (that all words in the fight fell to) by dragonlqrd on ao3 (lestat x louis) **

like a heathen clung to the homily by dragonlqrd on ao3 (lestat x louis) **

the blood is rare and sweet by dragonlqrd on ao3 (lestat x f!reader) **

✨ Marvel (Valkyrie)

Toys by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader) **

✨️ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x the originals) **

Bienvenue (series) by @Merontheshore on ao3 (klaus mikaelson x doppelganger ofc) **

Labyrinth: A Bonnie Bennett x Klaus Centric Universe (series) by @artemiseamoon (bonnie bennett x klaus mikaelson) *

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[leslie-lyman]

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Pero x Frankie x Jack x f!reader

Euclidean Geometry Masterlist** [ongoing]

They make no attempt to define what this is, who they are to each other. All they know is that now they are together.

Agent Whiskey:

A Bit of a Fright (Whiskey x f!reader) (Writer Wednesday one-shot)

Despite your hatred of horror movies, you tag along with your fellow Statesman agents to Halloween Horror Nights. Fortunately, one particular agent takes it upon himself to help you out when things get too intense.

Rights and Wrongs** (Whiskey x f!reader)

Whiskey helps you get an abortion.

Part 1. // Part 2.**

Pero Tovar:

Stranger At My Gate** (Pero Tovar x modern!OFC) [COMPLETE]

A time-traveling Pero. A modern woman trying her best. A kitchen full of possibility. A helping of Midwestern kindness. A dash of magic. And a whole lot of Christmas spirit.

Dieter Bravo:

Waterproof** (Dieter Bravo x f!reader)

Watched The Bubble. Had a thought. That thought was: I wanna edge Dieter Bravo until he cries and ruins that silly eyeliner.

Marcus Pike:

Congressman Marcus Pike** (Marcus Pike x f!reader) [Ongoing]

Marcus Pike is young, progressive, unbelievably handsome, and the newly elected representative for Texas’s 27th congressional district. He gave up his FBI badge and successfully ran for Congress to make change and help people, but he never expected that in between meetings and votes and fundraisers that he would also fall for someone again…

Max Phillips:

i cannot get you close enough** (alpha!Max Phillips x omega!fem!reader)

“You have to invite me in, sweetheart.”

Oh. Right. Vampire.

“Come in, please,” you say demurely, and Max’s smile widens as he steps over the threshold into your apartment. He reaches for you again immediately, kicking your door closed and pulling you close.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Such a polite little Omega.”

Ezra:

Focus (Kinktober in June)** (Ezra x f!reader)

Hypnokink with Ezra. That’s it, that’s the fic.

Pedro Boy Headcanons:

What are the Pedro Boys like at Disney?

The boys and flying

[thirstworldproblemss]

Fic: It’s All About What You Want, p1

Fandom:  The Mandalorian Pairing:  Din x F!Reader (no Y/N) Length:  11,131 words in part 1,  ~21k total  Rating:  Mature (Explicit in part 2)    Summary:  Omega!Reader starts to feel differently about her Alpha employer, Mando, during a stopover on a planet with an unusual social hierarchy. [Set between seasons 1 & 2]

Warnings:  A/B/O fic;  this part contains scent-marking, confusion, implied f masturbation, and lots of UST;  author doesn’t know how plots work  [Part 2 has a drugged drink and the alpha/omega heat sex (p-in-v sex + knotting)] 

Notes:  This is my extremely belated Secret Santa fic for @lark-cale who has been absolutely the best possible sport about my extended tardiness, and also wrote this absolutely lovely Marcus Pike fic for me. Here you (finally) go, love. Thank you for your patience!  I hope it you like it.

I also owe so many thank yous to @keeper0fthestars​ who repeatedly listened to me rant, talked me down, and picked me back up when I was ready to quit (and also read all 20k pre-editing which deserves a goddamn medal) and to @yespolkadotkitty​ for yet more encouragement (I needed a LOT), the beautiful custom banner, and beta’ing this beast!

It’s All About What You Want - part 1

[  twp’s Masterlist  |  Part 2 >>  ]

— 

Din stares at his reflection in the small mirror in the fresher.  

“Pull it together, di-kut!” he tells himself, and then quickly shoves his helmet back on so he doesn’t have to see his stupid lovesick face any more.  After all, only a complete idiot of an Alpha would fall in love with an Omega that didn’t love them back. 

—

“So, where to next?”  you ask Mando as he pilots the ship up though Duron’s atmosphere.  “Do you have another bounty or are we going back to Nevarro?” 

From the copilot’s seat, you watch as the blue-green sky fades to the black of space.  The baby is tucked comfortably in your lap playing with his favorite control knob.

“Another bounty. Last known location Reglan II.”  Mando says, but doesn’t elaborate right away, and that’s fine.  Over the half-cycle you’ve been working for him, you’ve learned not to take Mando’s silences personally.  He always gives you what you need eventually.  

Sure enough, once the ship is out of atmo and presumably pointed in the right direction, Mando turns to you, pulling up a holomap of the galaxy and zooming in on a section near the Mid Rim.

“Here,” he says, pointing out the dot labeled Reglan II.  A quick tap, and an info card for the planet appears.

You look it over, narrating for the baby’s sake.  You don’t know how much he actually understands, but he babbles back happily.  “A temperate climate—that means not too hot or too cold—that will be nice!  Moderately developed.  Ooh, maybe there’ll be someplace we can go shopping and get you some fresh fruit.  And it’s a... a gynocentric omegarchy?  What does that mean?”

“It means there’s a rigid social hierarchy.” Mando answers you. “Omega females at the top; Alpha males at the bottom.  Should be safe for you and the kid to go out alone.”

“Wait, you mean Omegas are in charge?” you ask, surprised, and he nods.  You try to imagine how that could possibly work. Usually it’s the asshole Alphas that have all the power because they’re willing to use their biological advantage and what or whoever else they can to get it.  Of course—you eye the back of your employer’s shiny helmet—not every Alpha is a complete bishwag, but enough of them are to make an Omega-run society sound implausible.  Nice, but implausible.  

Something else occurs to you.

“And Alpha’s are on the bottom rung?  Will that cause problems for you when you’re trying to catch the bounty?”

“I’ll manage.”

You imagine he probably will.

Arriving dirtside on Reglan II is uneventful... for all of about five minutes.  

After getting your things together, you follow Mando down the ramp, and out into the space port, the baby tucked into a carrier slung across your front. The grey-jumpsuited ground crew working in the shipyard mostly ignores the three of you, at least until you get within scenting distance.  You watch bemused as a short, furry Beta whirls around to stare at you with wide yellow eyes.  They scent the air, then turn their back, speaking urgently into a com link.

You can’t make out the words, but Mando probably can.  When you see his shoulders tense up, it’s enough to have you stepping a little closer.  A few cycles ago, you’d have laughed at the idea that proximity to an Alpha could mean safety, but that was before you’d started working for Mando.  It had seemed like the best of a bunch of bad options at the time, but he’s never given you cause to regret it.

“Let’s go.”  He grabs your arm, urging you back towards the ship.  You start to retreat, but before you can make it to the Crest, you’re intercepted by uniformed guards.  

Mando sweeps you behind him with one arm, crouching slightly.  You step in close and clutch the baby protectively, watching the guards warily as some of them spread out and circle around to surround the three of you. They’re all armed but none have their weapons drawn. Yet.

“Is there a problem?”  Mando asks.  His voice is calm, but the hand that hovers over the gun holster on his hip tells a different story.  You’re sure the guards notice too.  The baby whines into the tense silence, wiggling in protest against your too-tight hold.  You shush him without looking down, trying to keep an eye on Mando and the guards at the same time.

“There doesn’t have to be,”  one of the guards says, stepping forward with hands raised in a deliberately non-threatening way.  She seems to be the one in charge.  “If you come with us. We just need to ask you a few questions.”

Mando turns to you, and you feel him hesitate.  Can tell he’s weighing the likelihood of being able to shoot his way back to the ship with you and the baby without anyone getting hurt.  You give a slight shrug, trying to let him know you’ll follow his lead.  You trust him to calculate the odds better than you can.

After a long moment, Mando turns back to the guard leader and nods. “We’ll come.”

The guards relax, and so does Mando, but you notice his hand doesn’t stray far from the gun on his hip.  You resolve to stay alert and make a point of sticking close to his other side—just in case.

You’re escorted into one of the buildings surrounding the spaceport, down a long hall, and through a set of double doors flanked by another pair of guards.  Security headquarters, you assume, based on the sheer number of uniformed guards in the room.  Oddly enough you can’t smell a single Alpha among them, only Betas, and even a couple of Omegas which is weird.  You’ve never heard of Omegas being part of a security force before, but maybe it has something to do with the social hierarchy Mando was telling you about.  

The leader of your pack of guards keys you through a heavy duty blast door and into yet another hallway.  This one is narrower and dark, featureless except for a row of doors with small windows in them.  You jump as the blast door clangs shut behind you.  Kriff.  You don’t like being so cut off from the outside and your only means of escaping this planet if things go bad.  You hug the baby close and scoot a little closer to Mando.  You don’t like this at all.

“It’s okay,” Mando says, quietly.  You turn a deeply skeptical look on him, but he looks the same as he ever does.  The armor blocks most of his scent, but what little you can smell seems calm—overly so, like maybe he’s putting out calming pheromones.  Or is he just so used to terrifying situations that they don’t affect him anymore? 

Before you can question him, one of the doors along the hallway opens, and a tall, white, androgynous alien in an even whiter robe steps out.  

“Mistress Omega, this way, please,” they say, putting their four arms to good use as they prop the door open with one hand, hold a holopad in another, and gesture you through with the remaining two. 

A moment later, the guard leader says, “Mandalorian, you’re with me,” as she opens the neighboring door.  Your anxiety spikes as you realize they mean to separate you. 

“But...” You cast a pleading look at Mando.  Realize with a start just how little space there is between the two of you.  You wonder if you’ve been subconsciously edging closer to him or if he closed the distance himself.  Then he wraps one large gloved hand around the back of your neck and squeezes, and you freeze in shock. 

Your mind catalogs the feel of worn leather, cool and smooth against your skin, and the way his scent is suddenly filling your senses.  Then Mando lets go and steps back; gives you the smallest of nods, like nothing out of the ordinary has happened; and follows the guard through the door.

You stare after him.  Did that really just happen?  Mando’s never touched you like that before.  He hardly ever touches you, much less to scent-mark you like some storybook Alpha comforting a skittish packmate.  Kriff, you kind of are a skittish pack—er—crewmate, aren’t you?  Was he trying to make you feel better?  If so, it seems to have worked.  You’re still not happy to be here, but you definitely feel less nervous now.  You kind of hate that.  

Stupid Omega biology.  Stupid feelings. 

“What was that?” you grumble to the baby.  He just babbles back as you finally get your ass in gear and follow the polite white alien through the door they’ve been holding open for you.

The room you enter is… nice.  Welcoming, even.  There’s soft lighting, framed art on the walls and a comfy-looking couch and two armchairs that sit on a large, fluffy rug in the center of the room.  Except for the lack of windows it wouldn’t look out of place as some rich family's living room.  However intimidating the hallway had been, this room was obviously designed to put people at ease.

“Please. Have a seat,” the alien offers.  Now that it’s just the two of you, you can smell that they’re also an Omega, which makes you feel marginally better about being stuck in here with them.  They watch as you sit gingerly on the couch before settling into one of the arm chairs.

The baby cranes his neck in an attempt to look around the room—no doubt checking to see if there’s anything edible.  You free him from the carrier, settling him on your lap where he begins to fidget with your fingers.   

“So what happens now?” you want to know. 

“Now I ask you a few routine questions. The goal of this interview is to gain information about the intended purpose of your visit to Reglan II, and to verify your safety as an unmated Omega traveling with an Alpha.”

“Oh. Huh.”  You’re not quite sure what to make of that, but you suppose it can’t hurt.  “Okay.”

They smile at you encouragingly, then read the first question off the holopad.   “Are you being coerced, restricted, restrained, or otherwise influenced against your will in any way by the Alpha you are traveling with?”

“What? No!” you exclaim, “He wouldn't do that.”  You’re almost offended on Mando’s behalf, but.. well... you know how the universe works.  

Your interviewer nods and makes a note on the holopad, smiling faintly.

“I am required to ask. Then you are traveling with this unmated Alpha Mandalorian of your own free will?”

“I… Yes.”  Those are actually some pretty important questions, you realize.  Maker, you wish they’d ask questions like this in more places.

“Good.”  They nod again.  More tapping at the holopad.

“What would happen if I... wasn’t?”  you ask, thinking grimly of all the horror stories you’ve heard over the years.  The ones you’ve seen firsthand.

“Then we would help you regain your autonomy.  The government of Reglan II believes in an Omega’s right to self-determination without compulsion, and our society works to ensure the comfort and autonomy of all Omegas.  If you were being held against your will, you would be offered sanctuary, and your attacker would be permanently expelled from the planet.”

“Oh,” you hear yourself say.  There's an odd feeling buzzing in your chest at the idea that there is a whole planet working to protect people like you.  It feels a little like fury and a little like grief and a whole lot like joy.  Your lips tremble and stretch in an unfamiliar way.  You think you’re smiling, but it feels strange, sharp.  Your voice comes out unintentionally vicious when you continue, “I think I’m going to like it here.” 

The alien Omega smiles back, a touch of the same sharpness in their smile, and a moment of understanding passes between the two of you.

They’ve just looked back down at the holopad to ask the next question when the baby lurches suddenly to one side, almost falling off your lap completely before you manage to grab him.

“Whoa! You okay there buddy?” 

Big eyes slowly blink up at you, and he leans heavily against your arm. 

“Are you getting tired? It’s almost naptime.” He’s usually a pretty good sleeper, but you have to wonder if he’ll really be able to go to sleep here in such an unfamiliar situation. 

You look back up at your interviewer. “Do you mind if I walk around with him while we do this?”

“Not at all.” 

So here you are, walking in slow circles around the couch, rocking the baby as you answer questions:

You came to this planet because Mando’s hunting a bounty. 

No, you don’t know who he’s hunting.  A female twi’lek Beta... uh... you think?

You’re pretty sure the plan is to stay until Mando catches the bounty, maybe a little longer. 

It’s almost embarrassing how little you know, but plans are really more Mando’s department.  Your job is to watch the baby and be an extra set of hands when needed.  In exchange you get to travel the galaxy with Mando.  It’s a pretty good deal, actually.

At this point you’re answering questions mostly on autopilot, more focused on keeping your voice quiet and trying to project a calming aura in hopes of lulling the baby to sleep.  It all seems pretty routine, until...

“What are your heat preferences?” the alien asks.

Wait, what?  You look over at them, confused.  “What preferences?”

“Heat preferences. For a partner.”

You blink stupidly for a moment, trying to make sense of the question.

“I can put your Mandalorian companion down as your preferred heat partner,” they prompt.  Your face or scent must give away your shock, because they quickly continue,  “Or social services has a selection of safe, clean Alpha partners in a variety of genders on call.  There are also well stocked isolation rooms available if you prefer to work though heats alone?”   

“I…”  You’re still stuck on the first option.  Mando? Sex with Mando?!   

“But I have a suppressant implant!” you finally manage to squeak.

“You will still need to make a selection. We are required to have one on record so that your consent is not violated in the event of a breakthrough heat.”  

You duck your head to stare down at the baby.  Thank goodness he’s already dozed off, because you’re sure as shit not projecting calming energy anymore.  

“I—  Can I think about it for a minute?” 

“Of course.”  Long white fingers begin tapping away at the holopad, and you’re grateful your interviewer is giving you at least the illusion of privacy. 

You take a minute to tuck the now-sleeping little one back into his carrier, trying to decide what to do.

It's not like your answer will matter at all.  You’ve been on suppressants for a long time without any issues, and your current implant is good for another three years.  You haven’t had a heat since your very first ones as a teenager!  

They are still expecting you to answer though, so you should probably at least try to take this seriously.

You close your eyes and take several deep breaths in through your nose, blowing them out through your mouth, trying to fight down the semi-hysterical laughter that wants to bubble up as you consider the offered options. 

Mando? You snort. Yeah, No.

And definitely not some random Alpha. 

You think about those “well stocked” isolation rooms.  They’re almost guaranteed to be a damn sight nicer than the shitty rooms you’d locked yourself away in to ride out your first few heats.  That was a long time ago, but you still remember how miserable it had been.  The heat and the longing, the aching emptiness that eventually turned to cramping pain when nothing you tried could satisfy the need to be filled.  It had been unbearable.  You’d done everything you could think of—scrimped and saved and worked your ass off—to be able to buy suppressants as soon as you could, and you’d never looked back.  You’d sworn at the time that you’d never feel that way again, and the promise of some fancy isolation room isn’t enough to change your mind.  

But you also can't imagine letting an unknown Alpha help you through your heat. Your stomach knots up just thinking about being that vulnerable with someone you don’t know, and you have to take a few more carefully measured breaths to fight down a sudden bout of queasiness. 

That leaves…  Mando.  

You’ve never really thought about Mando that way.  Not after you got over your initial worry that he might try to take advantage of you like some other Alphas might have.  Mando is just Mando.  Your solid, dependable employer.

You might trust him enough, but you don’t even know what he looks like; barely know what he smells like under all that armor.  But... The feel of his hand on the nape of your neck comes back to you, and you try to imagine that feeling, but more.  What would it be like to be close to Mando, surrounded by his scent?  To have him between your legs, pressing against you?  What would it be like to have him inside you?  The image comes easier than you’re expecting, arousal shooting though you hot and sudden. 

You gasp, eyes flying open.  You meet the politely questioning stare of your interviewer, feeling somewhat appalled with yourself.  Your cheeks are burning, and you wish you could blame the heat there on embarrassment alone.

“I’ll just put you down for an isolation room, shall I?” they say, obviously sensing your distress.

“N-no. No.” You try to sound more certain than you feel. “Put the Mandalorian I’m travelling with down as my preferred heat partner, please.”

The interview wraps up quickly after that, and all too soon, you’re heading back out into the hallway, brand new temporary ID bracelet shimmering on your wrist.  Mando’s already there, looking shiny and solid as always, but your all-too-recent thoughts about him fill your head, making it almost impossible for you to look at him.  Out of the corner of your eye you see his helmet tilt forward slightly as he looks you and the baby over, and a shiver goes through you.

When the guard opens the door to escort you out, you’re glad for the excuse to turn away. 

Mando’s silent on the way out.  You think you feel his eyes on you, but you still can't look at him.  You keep your head down and try to think about anything other than the bracelet around your wrist, which, among other things, lists Mando’s Bounty Hunters Guild identification number under ‘preferred heat partner.’ 

Once outside and out from under the watchful eyes of the guards, Mando immediately pulls you aside.  Your stomach clenches in a not-entirely-unpleasant way when he presses in close, his bulk crowding you back against the wall of the building.

“Are you okay?” he demands, his voice low and raspy over the modulator.  Has it always been that deep?  Have his shoulders always been that broad?  You catch yourself leaning in unconsciously, and okay, you need to stop.  Mando is your employer.  Your crewmate.  A comrade—yes, a friendly one—but nothing more.  

He raises a hand with—Kriff!—a matching ID bracelet to hover near your shoulder uncertainty.  Is he going scent-mark you again?  You inhale, trying to get a better handle on what is going on, then you narrow your eyes at him.  He smells unsettled.

“Are you?”  you ask, turning his question around on him.  You wonder if the guards asked him any uncomfortable questions, or if he’s just reacting to the turmoil in your scent.  It’s common knowledge that Alphas have a strong drive to protect those under their care.  You’ve seen Mando go into worried protective mode over the kid before.  You stare up at him, a little disconcerted to realize that you want him to get all protective of you too. 

“I’m fine.” he says gruffly, hand dropping as he steps away.  “Let’s go.”

Shit. You had to go and make it weird, didn’t you? 

You tell yourself not to be disappointed that he didn’t touch you again.

—

The spaceport turns out to be on the edge of a good-sized town, which is also the bounty’s last known location.

You walk side by side with Mando on the road from the spaceport, content to follow his lead in silence.  You’re trying to use the quiet time to sort out what’s going on in your head.

Okay, so you’ve had some unexpected thoughts about your employer.  And that’s fine!  It’s normal, even, for an Omega to think about an Alpha they spend a lot of time around.  It doesn’t have to be a big deal.  It's not like Mando’s interested in you that way, so as long as you don’t do anything to make things awkward, it should be fine!  You just need to relax and forget about it.

You tilt your head back, trying to let the warmth of the suns beating down on you and the gentle weight of the still-sleeping baby wash away the lingering tension.  Spaceport security aside, this planet is actually really beautiful.  The sky is wide and bluish-purple, twin suns peeking out from behind feathered white clouds.  The low buildings that line the road are painted in a rainbow of colors, green plants springing up between them or hanging from their balconies.  It’s… peaceful.

You turn to look at Mando and find his helmet titled in your direction.  You smile at him, and he looks away. 

As you get further into town, the road starts to get more crowded, and some of the sentients you pass shoot alarmed looks at Mando.  You wonder if the Alpha thing, the Mandalorian thing, or the giant rifle strapped across his back.  Probably all three, you think with pride.  He is pretty intimidating.

The road eventually spits you out into a wide open square filled with row after row of colorful booths and stalls and shops.  A marketplace!  Your lips quirk up.

“Do we have time to look around?” you ask Mando.

He nods, adding, “I’ll ask around about the bounty while you shop.”

You shoot him a grin, taking off towards one of the rows of stalls.  You have some pay saved up, and you’re excited to see what you can get with it. 

You look over the contents of each little shop and stall carefully as you make your way down the aisle, stopping occasionally for a closer look or to ask for or argue over prices.  

You’re surprised by how friendly everyone is.  Strangers nod and smile and move out of your way, and the shopkeepers all seem to want to chat, some even spontaneously offer you a discount.  Everything is going so well that when you start to feel nervous, it takes a little while to figure out why.  Everyone is being too nice.  It makes you feel like you should be waiting for the other shoe to drop.  

Then it does, but it’s not the shoe you were expecting.  

“I don’t have anything to say to you, Alpha.”  The sharp words make you look back at where Mando was trailing a little ways behind you.

Now that you’re paying attention, you see the way the crowd has parted around him, people tense or outright glaring, and it’s… odd...  to see your own general mistrust of Alphas reflected in the faces of these strangers in the marketplace.  They’re treating Mando like chopped convor liver, and it makes you want to defend him—to announce to these random market-goers that it’s okay: he’s trustworthy; one of the good ones.  You don’t, of course, because that would be ridiculous, but you have to do something.

“There you are!” you call, backtracking to Mando and smiling up at him.  “C’mon, there’s something I want to show you!”  You hope the smile on your face looks more loving and less frantic than it feels.  You’re trying to make it clear that you’re here with him, and, more than that, that you’re happy to be here with him.  You are happy to be here with him, you remind yourself, trying to swallow down your nerves so your scent doesn’t give you away.

After a moment some of the tension melts out of the crowd.  It’s working!  Disgust fades into disinterest, and people start to move on with their shopping.

You tow Mando away, thankful that he follows your lead back to the stall you’d been exploring before the interruption. The seller tenses a little as the two of you enter, but relaxes when you start up a conversation, chattering about the colorful blankets he’s selling.  A lot of heavy praise, a few minutes of bargaining, and one purchase later, he even condescends to answer a couple of Mando’s questions.   

“Thank you,” Mando says quietly as the two of you step back out into the marketplace.

“You’re welcome!”  You realize that you’re still holding his arm, and you give it a small pat before letting go.

After that, you pay more attention to how Mando’s being treated, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he collects nasty looks anytime he falls too far behind.  One particularly rude Devoronian Beta even spits at him! 

And after that, you hold onto his arm at all times, practically gluing yourself to his side.  Things start to go a lot smoother like that.  Everyone is just as polite to you either way, but they’re a whole lot more likely to answer Mando’s questions if you’re right there looking equally interested. 

Once the baby wakes up, you discover that parking him in Mando’s arms works almost as well.  But only almost, so you continue to stick close.  You’re glad you can do something to protect Mando for once.  It’s usually the other way around.

—

You stay at the marketplace until dinner time.

You and Mando have split up—he’s taken the baby to look for a fruit seller, and you’re in charge of finding the rest of dinner.  You’re standing in front of two promising-looking food stalls, trying to decide between them, when a voice comes from behind you.

“Go with the one on the left. They don’t cut corners with their ingredients.”

You turn to see another Omega woman about your age, gesturing at the non-offending food stall.

“Oh, thank you!”  You get in line, and when she joins behind you, you turn and introduce yourself.

“Lovely to meet you,” she says after you give your name.  “I’m Aitana.”

“Nice to meet you too!  And thanks for saving me from possible food poisoning.  Do you have any recommendations for what to order that will survive a walk back to the spaceport?”

She does, as it turns out, and recommends a couple of types of stuffed bread, one with savory filling, the other spicy. 

“Just make sure you ask to have them put in different bags,” she tells you.  “If they sit together for too long the scents spread and it dulls the flavors.”  

You thank Aitana for her help and place your order. You’re hoping to chat more with her after she orders, but by then both Mando and your food have arrived.

It’s time to go home.

—

Later that night, after the baby’s asleep, you and Mando sit together in the cockpit.  He’s been telling you about some of the different worlds he’s visited, and he just finished a story about an ice planet where a giant sea creature apparently tried to eat the Crest.  You think he must be pulling your tail, and you tell him so.  

“It’s the truth,” he swears, then, “I’ll take you there someday if you like.”

“I don’t know,” you tease. “The ice planet I’d like to see. The gigantic hungry sea monster, not so much.”

“Good choice. Two words: fish breath.”

You can’t help but laugh out loud at that, but it also reminds you of something.  Something you were thinking about earlier because of scents and prejudices and delicious bread. 

“Oh!” you turn towards Mando suddenly, surprised to see he’s leaning in, closer than you expected.  

“Do you think I should scent-mark you tomorrow?” you muse.

“Wh-what!?”  He sounds so incredulous that it makes you giggle.

“No, really,” you tell him, liking the idea more the more you consider it.  “Think about it!  Everyone in the marketplace treated you much better when I was nearby today. The baby and I can’t go within you all the time, but people also treated you better once you smelled like me, even if I wasn't right there! So all I have to do is rub on you in the morning. You should have an easier time of things once you smell like you’re mine. Uh… Mando? You okay?”

He’s been getting progressively more and more tense as you babble on, finally ending in a strangled sound during your last sentence. Your stomach swoops when he doesn’t answer. Oh kriff, you’ve probably offended him!  Why didn’t you just keep your stupid mouth shut.

“I mean, I could scent-mark you, if you think it would be helpful?” you try to backtrack, “But we don’t have to! If… if it’s weird or you’d rather not, then that’s fine, and oh Kriff—I’m sorry, Mando. I didn’t mean to imply that you couldn’t do it yourself or needed my help or…”

Mando’s hand covers yours and you fall silent.  You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for his judgement.

“It’s a good idea. Thank you,” he says, deliberately, before getting up stiffly, and disappearing out the door and down the ladder.

You sit there for a few minutes staring after him and wondering what just happened.  It’s not until you get up to head to your own bunk in the storage space behind the cockpit that you realize you still have a goofy grin on your face.  

He thought it was a good idea! 

Of course, it doesn’t seem like such a good idea the next morning when you actually have to do the scent-marking.

You’re barely awake, just out of the fresher, and still in your ratty, threadbare pajamas, when Mando catches you in the hold and announces,  “I’m going out. I should be back by dark.”

You cross your arms over your chest and stare at him for a moment, trying to get your brain to wake up.  “Oh….kay. I guess I’ll take the baby back to the market today. If… um… if that’s okay? I can take the com link in case we need to contact each other.”

“That’s fine,” he says, but he still doesn’t make any move to leave.  He’s just standing there facing you.  If he were anyone else you would say he looked expectant, but… oh, kriff!  Your conversation from the night before comes back to you, and your stomach swoops as you think about actually making good on your offer. 

He must be able to smell the way your scent goes wonky or maybe your hesitation shows on your face, because Mando steps forward and lays a hand on the back of your neck again.  Squeezing just like he did at the spaceport yesterday.

It’s simultaneously better and worse than last time.  The gesture helps to settle your Omega, but it also reminds you of your thoughts from the day before, and heat blooms in your cheeks and the pit of your stomach.

“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind,” comes his reassuring voice.  And how does he do that?  How does he always seem to know what you’re thinking?  Maker, you sure hope he doesn’t know everything that you've been thinking.

“No. I do want to—“ you have to pause to swallow down the impulse to say mark you.  Why is he still touching you?  And why do you like it so much!?  You ignore the way your skin tingles as the heat from his hand seems to leach through the glove, and finish instead, ”I want to help. Sit down, please?” 

You gesture somewhat frantically to one of several crates scattered around the hold, and he finally, finally releases your neck and sits down facing you.

The newly released skin at the back of your neck prickles, goose bumps spreading outward from where his warm glove has been replaced with the cool air of the ship.  You do your best not to shiver visibly under his gaze.  

You circle around behind him, hoping to gain a little privacy.  It takes a few false starts and a little bit of flailing on your part, but you do eventually run your hands across the back of his wide shoulders and down his arms.  You stroke over the folds of his cape too, and hope that will be enough.  It’s the best you can do, unless…  You hesitate for a moment, then lift your hands to rub over the scent glands on the sides of your neck before bringing them down to mark the cowl around his.

A staticky exhale comes from the helmet, and Mando stands abruptly, spitting out a low “thank you” as he heads for the already-lowering rear ramp.  You barely have time to call out “you’re welcome” and “good luck!” before he’s gone, the ramp beginning to rise again as soon as he’s clear.

“Okay, that was weird,” you say to the baby, who had poked his head out of Mando’s bunk when the ramp started lowering.  You scoop him up, trying to ignore the way your hands still tingle where they touched Mando’s clothes.  Your stomach feels a little shaky too, but you're glad you did it.  Mando’s out there smelling like you, and it’s going to make it easier for him to find the bounty.  Fierce pride spills through you.

It was a damn good idea, after all.

—

A supply run is also a good idea.  A necessary one, you discover when you go looking for breakfast and come up empty.  You dress quickly, pack up the baby and some sturdy bags, and head back out to the market.

You return to the same food vendor as yesterday, ordering more of the savory bread for the two of you.  It was the baby’s favorite last night.  You wonder how difficult it would be to make.  

You’ve just snagged a spot at one of the long tables situated nearby, when a friendly voice calls out “you again!” and you’re thrilled to see Aitana, your acquaintance from yesterday, heading your way.  

“So where’s your Alpha?” she asks, sliding in across from you, a steaming, yummy-smelling pastry in hand. 

“He’s not my Alpha!”  You concentrate on doling out bites of bread to the baby so you don’t have to look at her.

“No? Big shiny dude from yesterday? I’m pretty sure my nose says different!” she teases, and then smothers a laugh when you try to surreptitiously sniff yourself.  You actually do smell just the tiniest bit like Mando.  You try to ignore the thrill that shoots through you at the discovery.

Upon hearing you’re there for supplies, Aitana offers to give you a tour of the marketplace and help you find the best deals.  The three of you set off after breakfast, the baby cooing happily in his carrier, and you very quickly realize that you’ve gotten lucky.  Your new friend knows exactly where to go to get the best prices.  She also seems to know all the best dirt on the shopkeepers.

Your first stop is a clothing stall. According to Aitana, the owner likes to get drunk off his ass every night and keeps trying to climb onstage to sing along (poorly) with the band at the local cantina, but his prices and wares are good.  That’s good because you need some new pajamas—your encounter with Mando has driven home just how worn your current pair has gotten—and maybe see if you can find a jacket small enough for the baby. 

After looking around a bit, you’ve found both and are now debating the relative merits of buying the baby a tiny cape to match his dad’s when Aitana calls your name.

“What about this?” she says, holding up a beautiful black wrap dress. The cut is nice as is the quality, and you're sure it would make anyone, even you, look elegant and beautiful.  You make the mistake of running your hand over it, and discover that the fabric is thin and floaty without being see-through and one of the softest things you’ve ever felt.  It’s not even all that expensive.  Unfortunately it’s also not something you need.

You admire it for a long moment, before gently returning it to the pile. 

“You’re not going to get it? It would look so nice on you!”

“It is lovely,” you agree wistfully, “but I don’t need it or have anywhere to wear it.”

“What about wearing it for your Alpha?”  She’s teasing you again, but you can’t help but imagine it anyway.  

What would it be like to stand before Mando wearing just that dress and nothing else?  The image of him unwrapping you like the galaxy’s biggest Life Day present steals the breath from your lungs, and you have to shake your head to clear it.  

“He’s not my Alpha,” you repeat, not sure if you’re reminding her or yourself.  You give the dress a last lingering pat—it is very soft—then you make your purchases and move on to the next shop on your list.

It’s mid afternoon by the time your shopping is done, much more cheaply than usual thanks to your local guide.  You thank Aitana profusely for her help and her lovely company, then head off towards the spaceport, weighed down by your purchases and the baby dozing in his carrier.  

And if you make one extra stop at a certain clothing stall on the way back to the Crest, well that’s no one’s business but your own. 

—

That night, you’ve just finished preparing dinner when Mando comes up the ramp.  He seems to be in a better mood than this morning.  His footsteps are lighter, and when the baby goes running to him, Mando chuckles and scoops him up easily.

When you ask, he helps you move a couple of the big crates in the hold, making a place for you to sit across from each other.  You realize you can still smell yourself on him, just a little.  It surprises you how much you like it, and you remind yourself sharply that he’s not really yours.  He’s just your employer.

But as he sits with you and the baby, keeping you company while the two of you eat, you think he might also be your friend.  The idea makes you smile.  

Mando trails off in the middle of telling you about visiting the local cantina, just staring at you.  At least you’re pretty sure he’s staring at you.  You can’t see his eyes, but the weight of his gaze makes your skin prickle with awareness.

“What is it? Do I have something on my face?” you ask, shifting self-consciously.

“No, I just—”  He pauses.  “No.”

You wonder what he was going to say, and cast about for something to fill the suddenly-awkward silence.

“So the hunting went well?

“I didn’t locate the bounty yet, but I have some leads,” he says.  He also thanks you again for scenting him.  “It was a good idea.  I don’t think I would have made as much progress without it.”  

“You’re welcome. I’m glad it worked.”  You smile at Mando again, proud that you could help him.  When his visor stays trained on you, you imagine that he’s smiling back, and it makes happiness spread like liquid honey through your chest.  You only wish you could smell him a little better, or that he could take off his helmet and share a meal with you. 

You try to imagine what it would be like.  He’d come home to you just like he did today, but once the door of the Crest was shut, he’d remove his helmet.  You can’t imagine his face, but you can imagine the way his scent would be that much stronger.  The way he might step forward and wrap a hand around the back of your neck again, only this time, he’d use his grip to pull you in, kissing your lips gently before ducking his head to lick and suck gently at your neck.

An indecipherable noise from Mando interrupts your daydream, and you realize with a guilty start that you’ve been fantasizing about the poor guy right in front of him.

“I—”  his voice is hoarse over the modulator, and he clears his throat and tries again, “I need—”

He stops.  You stare at him, taking in the tense set of his shoulders and the way one of his hands is gripping his knee so hard the leather squeaks, and will him to continue.  You try not to imagine all the ways that sentence could end,  ‘I need… you.’  It could end that way, right?  Yeah, it could, but ‘I need you to stop stinking up the ship with your pheromones’ was probably more likely.

Oh, Maker.  He probably can smell you.  Shit!  So much for not making things awkward!  Your already heated cheeks burn hotter as embarrassment curdles in your stomach.  What are you even doing, thinking about him that way?

“I need to go eat,”  Mando says curtly, interrupting your panicked thoughts.  He stands abruptly, grabs the bowl you prepared for him, and heads for the cockpit where he usually retreats to eat his meals in private.  He hesitates for just a second as he passes by the crate you’re sitting on, and you feel the slightest brush of leather over the nape of your neck.  Then he’s gone up the ladder with a soft “thank you,” leaving you staring blankly at the baby, breath stalled in your chest as warmth seems to ripple down your spine from the place where he touched.

What is he even doing??

—

You think it over carefully, lying in your cot later that night.  You catalog the ways you've reacted to him.  The things you’ve been thinking about.  The way you decided not to shower tonight because you didn’t want to wash away the tiny hint of his scent that lingers on you. 

And okay: you’re definitely attracted to Mando, and you might—might—be developing feelings for him.

That’s… not great, actually, since there’s absolutely no way he’s interested in you.  Your chest clenches, and you roll onto your side trying to shake off the hopelessness weighing you down.

He’s been nothing but completely professional since he hired you, all those months ago.  You consider it a win that he’s warmed up enough to have a friendly conversation with you, but there’s been nothing to suggest he considers you more than a valued employee.  Except… well…  you run your hand over the back of your neck, thinking about the times he’s touched you there over the last few days, and then you have to press your other hand to the surging ache between your legs.  Yeah.  You chuckle humorlessly to yourself there in the dark.

You’re totally screwed.

The next morning comes too soon, and you stumble out of bed and down the ladder to the fresher in a daze.  Mando and the baby are sitting side by side on one of the crates in the hold, the baby munching on something from a little tray.  

At least, you think blearily to yourself, I’ve got my new pajamas on this time.

Once you’re finished using the fresher, you wash your hands and stare at your anxious face in the tiny mirror.  Now that you’re a little more awake, your stomach is in knots at the thought of facing Mando after your moment of... self discovery last night.

You make yourself take a couple of deep breaths and splash a little water on your face.  Then you practice smiling at yourself in the mirror until it looks almost natural instead of half asleep or terrified.  Okay, you can do this.  One last deep breath, and you open the door smiling a hopefully-not-obviously-terrified smile.

You can’t quite force yourself to look at Mando, so you focus on the baby instead, making your voice as cheerful as you can.

“Good morning, little one. What have you got there?”

The baby coos and lifts his little tray up to show you.

“Oh I see.”  You make a show of bending down and very seriously examining the contents, overly aware of Mando watching from beside him. You force another smile. “Looks like dad got you a good breakfast.”

Mando makes an odd sound at that, and you turn towards him, somehow surprised at how close he is.  And, oh shit!  You take an involuntary step back when you realize what you just let slip.  You’ve been calling him the kid’s dad for a while now, but you’ve never said it in front of him before.

“Oh, sorry! I know that he’s not— That you’re not— I—”  You try to fumble your way through an apology, but he only lets you mumble on for a few moments before cutting you off gently.

“It’s okay.”

You just shake your head, still feeling awkward and horrified at your lapse, because he explained this to you when he hired you to look after the baby.

“It’s okay,” he says again, standing and wrapping that big hand around the back of your neck again, and you can’t help the way that your eyes flutter shut and your head tips forward.  He must be trying pretty hard to pump out calming pheromones, because even with the layers and helmet you can actually smell him clearly for once.

“Okay,” you whisper, and you relax under the weight of his hand, your head dropping even further forward until it’s almost touching his chest plate.  It feels so nice that you guiltily resolve not to move a muscle so that you can continue enjoying the feeling of his hand on your neck for however long as he’s willing to stand here.  It turns out to be a pretty long time, his scent slowly fading from calming to just calm.

Eventually a loud clang breaks the silence, and you both jump back from each other and stare down at the baby’s little tray, now on the floor, food scraps scattered around it.

“Oh no, buddy!” You say at the same time that you hear Mando swear.  You drop to your knees and pick up the tray, trying to sweep up all the little bits of food. 

“I have to go,” Mando says from above you.

“Alright,” you respond automatically, distracted trying to pick a particularly stubborn piece out of the floor grating.

“Would— will you—”  Mando stumbles over his words, and heat rises up to fill you when you realize what he’s asking for, nearly stealing your breath.  He’s asking you to scent-mark him before he leaves.

You set the tray on the crate with forced calm and stand, awkwardly brushing your hands off on your pants.

You step up in front of him, trying to ignore the way the heat is pooling in your cheeks and… other places.  You don’t dare look at his visor, so you stare at his chest plate instead.  Just like yesterday, you start by rubbing your hands across his shoulders and down his arms, but it’s so much more intimate when you’re standing face to face.  He’s so broad and tall.

Mando stands solid and still as you touch him.  You’re not even sure he’s breathing as you run your hands down his chest plate.  Some madness seizes you, and you step forward and press your face to it, beskar cool and hard under your overheated cheek.

You hear a raged inhalation from under his helmet, and it brings you back to yourself.  You can’t believe you just did that!

You start to step back, having embarrassed yourself yet again, but Mando has you by the back of the neck before you can go too far.  You can hear someone’s heavy breathing rasping in and out, but you can’t tell if it’s you or Mando or both of you.

You realize that you want to scent-mark him.  Not just so people will be more polite to him, but because you want every bit of him to be absolutely covered in the scent of you.

You are suddenly very aware of every inch of your body and his and the places they connect.  And the places they don’t.

With his hand on your neck, his vambrace is lightly resting on your shoulder almost touching the scent glands on the side of your neck.  You tilt your chin up, unconsciously angling your head until they make contact with his wrist, then arching your body to rub along his glove and vambrace.  

Mando groans like you’re torturing him, and his other hand comes up to grip the side of your jaw, fingers splayed cover the scent gland on that side, lifting up and forward.  The pressure forces your head back at a sharp angle, and you go up on your tiptoes without meaning to, every part of you straining forward towards him.

Then just as suddenly he lets go and steps back.

“I— I have to go,” he says again.  And for the second morning in a row you’re left watching Mando’s back as he beats a quick retreat out the rear ramp.

You’re not sure how long you stand there staring blankly at the rear of the hold, your body still twitching and shivering and begging for him.  Eventually you’re distracted by something squeezing your ankle, and you look down to see the baby hugging your leg.  You pick him up, and he squeaks and coos at you excitedly. 

“He just ran away, right buddy? That was running away.”  You close your eyes, trying to get your body under control.  “What am I doing?  I have got to stop getting distracted and making your dad uncomfortable.”

The baby coos again, and you smile at him.  It feels a little stiff around the edges, your mind still focused on Mando.

At least you’re damn sure he smells like you today.

—

After the scent-marking debacle, you can’t stand the idea of staying on the ship with only the baby and your thoughts for company.  Somehow you manage to pull yourself together, finish cleaning up the spilled food from the floor, and get both of you ready to go.  You decide to head back to the marketplace, hoping Aitana might be there again today.  You could use a friendly face.

She is there, sitting at one of the long tables, and you're so relieved to see her, you feel like you could cry.  When you sit down next to her, she greets you cheerfully and offers you one of the pastries off her plate.  You thank her, and share it with the baby.  It’s delicious.  You wonder if Mando would like it?  You rub a palm over your face.  After this morning you’d better hope Mando still likes you, or you’re going to be right out of a job.

Aitana, more observant than you might like, asks if you’re okay. 

“I…. I don’t know.  I’m just so confused.” The whole situation with Mando is confusing—much too much so to try to explain in the middle of a busy marketplace.  Instead you ask if she can take you somewhere less crowded, “Maybe somewhere that the little guy can stretch his legs?”

“Of course. Come with me.”

She leads you through the marketplace and down an alleyway that cuts through several rows of colorful buildings before delivering you to the edge of town.  

You step out of the shadow of the last building and gasp.  A wide meadow of gently waving green and grey grasses stretches out before you, scattered yellow flowers are being visited by delicate pink butterflies, and the perfectly clear blue-purple of the sky arcs overhead.  It’s so beautiful that you actually stop and stare for a moment. 

The baby seems to be enjoying the view as well.  He babbles excitedly as you walk out into the meadow.  You stroll along until you find an area with slightly shorter grass to let him down on, and you and Aitana sit nearby, smiling as you watch him roll happily through the grass and chase the butterflies.  You have a small moment of terror when he starts munching on one of the yellow flowers, but your friend quickly reassures you that they’re safe to eat.

“Even for people,” she says, picking two and taking a bite off one before offering you the other.  You take it, but decide against eating it, tucking it behind your ear instead.

She asks you again if you’d like to talk about what’s bothering you.  

So you do, trying to borrow a little of the serenity of this perfect place to bridge the gap where your own inner calm is failing.

You tell her about everything that’s happened: getting detained by spaceport security, thinking about Mando that way for the first time, the way it’s only gotten harder not to think about it, and how your bright idea to scent-mark him so he wouldn’t be mistreated is not helping!

Aitana looks sympathetic at first, but more and more amused as you go on, until she’s barely hanging onto her composure by the time you’re struggling to describe how Mando keeps…. keeps…. 

“He keeps running away every time I do something awkward!”  

Aitana loses it at that, the bright peals of her laughter ringing out across the meadow.  And maybe it’s a little rude of her to laugh, but here under the gentle warmth of the twin suns you can’t quite manage to be annoyed. The situation can’t be all that bad if your friend is laughing, and… and Mando did look pretty silly this morning, cape streaming out behind him as he made his escape off the rear ramp.  

The memory makes you snort, which sets Aitana off even more, and soon the two of you are laughing hysterically together.  After a few minutes, she seems to master herself and sits up, gazing seriously at you, but as soon as she opens her mouth, she starts laughing again, which sets you off again, which, well...  It may not be getting you any closer to figuring out your feelings, but you can’t help but feel better for the release of tension. 

After several long minutes and false starts, both of you are finally calm again.

“You’re going to be fine,” Aitana begins, and you're hoping that maybe she’s finally going to give you some insight into the situation when the tranquility of the meadow is interrupted by a shout of your name.  

Mando comes bursting out of the mouth of the alleyway, and you're up on your feet, already scooping up the baby before you even realize you’re moving.  

You look to Mando for some clue of what’s going on, and quickly realize you panicked over nothing.  The way Mando’s moving, his arms swinging loosely and the tiniest bit of bounce in his step, tells you that he’s bringing good news.

“Mando!”  You shout, and wave, and his ground-eating stride covers the distance between you quickly.  The baby’s hover pod trails along behind him.  By the time he reaches you, you’re certain:

“You found the bounty, didn’t you?”

“How did you know?” he asks, sounding confused.

“Because you’re excited” you tell him, but that only seems to confuse him further.

“How— How do you always...?” 

You just shrug and then make a face at Aitana who seems to be laughing at you from behind Mando’s back.

It occurs to you that they’ve never officially met, so you do a quick round of introductions.  You’re glad to see Aitana treats Mando politely.

“My younger brother is an Alpha,” she explains. “He moved offworld many cycles ago.” 

The baby reaches for Mando, so you hand him over, watching with a smile as he shows him the yellow flower he has clutched in one tiny green hand.

“Very nice,” Mando tells him, then immediately starts cursing when the baby shoves the entire thing in his mouth,  “Spit that out you little—”

“It’s okay. They’re edible,” you reassure Mando, patting his shoulder, then looking at him in confusion when you feel him tense up.

“I did find the bounty,” he spits out, then hesitates before elaborating, “She’s holed up in the local Omega Club.”

“The Omega Club?” Aitana looks him over incredulously. “You’ll never get in there without—”

“Without an Omega,” Mando says, looking at you.

“Okay, wait. What even is an Omega club? And why do you need me?”

Mando hems and haws for a few moments until Aitana takes pity on him and explains.  

“Omega Clubs promise to cater to any and all Omega needs, but they mostly exist to provide relief to Omegas in heat since there aren’t enough Alphas to go around.”

You wonder if that was where you’d find the “well stocked isolation rooms” mentioned back at the spaceport.

“Solitary Alphas aren’t allowed in unless they work there,” Mando says, “so the only way I’m getting in without a firefight is as your bodyguard.”

“Or your lover,”  Aitana adds, and it sounds like Mando chokes on his tongue.

“Oh.” You very deliberately do not think about that second scenario.  “What about the baby though? Won’t it be dangerous?” 

You can’t imagine leaving him on the ship alone, but bringing him with you doesn’t seem viable either. 

“I won't let anything happen to you,” Mando says quietly, and the hand he brushes over the back of your neck short circuits your brain before you can tell him you were worried for the baby, not yourself.

He turns to Aitana and looks her over appraisingly, then asks, “Would you be willing to watch the kid until tonight? I can pay you.”

“This little tadpole? I’ll watch him for free.” 

She and Mando argue briefly about payment until she eventually accepts a small handful of coins to cover the cost of their dinner.

You and Mando walk Aitana home, the baby trailing behind you in his hover crib.  She tells you a little bit more about the local Omega Club on the short walk, but it’s not enough that you really feel prepared.  All too soon you’re giving the baby a kiss and waving goodbye.

Then all that’s left to do is go back to the Crest and get ready.

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It had sounded so simple earlier:  just get dressed up and go with Mando to the Omega Club.

“Sure. Simple,” you mutter to yourself, trying to check your appearance in the fresher’s tiny mirror.  

You make a face, feeling self-conscious in the unfamiliar clothing. The wrap dress is simple but elegant, and far nicer than anything you’ve worn in years. You mostly stuck with drab, utilitarian clothing after you'd presented as an Omega during puberty, not wanting to draw any extra attention.

The dress is lovely though.  You run your hands down your sides, enjoying the way the soft fabric settles over your hips. You adjust the neckline one last time to make sure you’re covered.  Here goes nothing.

Mando is standing by the open weapons locker, and he turns to look at you when you exit the fresher.

You freeze in the middle of compulsively smoothing the dress over your hips, as heat rises under your skin and locks the breath in your lungs.  He seems to be frozen too, and the moment stretches out until Mando finally gives himself a shake and turns back to the weapons locker.  If it’s going to be like this all night you’re not sure you’ll survive.  You’re just so aware of Mando, and you like having him look at you more than you should.  You wonder what it would be like to submit to him. 

“Good,” Mando says, and you shudder at the thought of it before you realize he’s talking about your dress.  You stare down at yourself, and run your hands over the fabric self-consciously, smoothing imaginary wrinkles and ruthlessly squashing the urge to preen for this particular Alpha’s attention.  

“Here. Put this on under the dress. Just in case,” Mando says, handing you a small bundle.  

You stare at the leather wrapped metal in your hands for a minute before you realize that he’s just handed you a mini blaster and a holster for it.  You try to straighten out the straps, but the weight of Mando’s gaze on you makes your fingers slow and clumsy.  After the second time you nearly drop the stunner, you give up, looking for a place to set it down before you accidentally shoot yourself in the foot. 

Mando must have reorganized the hold, because the crates you’d been using as seating are now lined up neatly by the rear ramp.  The only flat surface left at this end is…  Swallowing hard, you walk over to the open hatch of Mando’s bunk.

You look back at Mando seeking… something—permission, maybe?—but he’s closing up the weapon locker and doesn’t even glance in your direction.

Feeling like an intruder, you lean into the bunk just enough to set the gun down gingerly on the mattress.  Mando’s rich, earthy scent seems to permeate the small space, along with a jumble of Alpha pheromones and traces of leather polish and gun oil.  Your body responds, thighs trembling as you lift a foot and brace it on the edge of the opening.  Making sure your back is to Mando, you fold back the open edge of the wrap dress to expose your thigh.  Kriff.  This feels way too intimate, too personal, being so exposed here in Mando’s space, but it’s too late now.

You puzzle over the mess you’ve made of the holster, straps twisting every which way around the formed leather piece.  Thankfully it doesn’t take long to sort out the two straps and secure them around your leg, just above your knee.  The holster sits oddly though, and you poke at it, trying to figure out why.

“It’s too low.” Mando’s voice comes from close behind you—much too close. 

You panic, trying to spin to face him and flip your dress closed at the same time, and nearly fall on your face when your foot gets caught on the edge of his bunk.  Only his big hands gripping your upper arms save you, but that mean he’s even closer!  (Not nearly close enough, a little voice in your head insists.)

“Oh,” you breathe, trying to right yourself, too stunned by his nearness to even feel embarrassed.  Once you find your balance, he releases you, one hand sliding up to wrap around the back of your neck.  Warmth seems to radiate from his gloved hand, and a wave of heat rises up from your stomach to meet it, skin tingling in all the places he’s no longer touching you.  You feel both calmer and paradoxically more on edge the longer you stand here, and you have to take a step back before you do something stupid like stepping forward to rub up against him.

“It’s—” Mando clears his throat, then continues, “It’s also upside down.”

What’s upside down?

“Can I?”  he asks, inclining his helmet toward your leg. Oh, right. The holster!

“Uh huh,” you manage.  You part the edges of your dress far enough to provide access to the holster, then wait, stomach feeling shaky with anticipation and not entirely sure what, exactly, you just agreed to.

Mando drops to one knee in front of you, and all you can do is stare down at his helmet as his hands reach for you.  He makes contact just above your knee, and you have to remind yourself to breathe. 

“Here.”  His voice is going to be the death of you.  Low and rasping and deeper than before, it makes your stomach clench.  The fire there burning hotter as his large gloved hands make quick work of releasing the straps and flipping the holster.

“Like this,” he says, directing you to spread the edges of your dress wider.

You do as he asks, baring more of your leg to him.  Kriff, this isn’t fair!  Then his hands slide the holster high up your bare thigh, and you forget to breathe entirely.

Your entire being focuses, laser-like, on the feel of his leather covered fingers brushing across your sensitive skin as he wraps one of the straps around your thigh and buckles it.  If it were any other man—any other Alpha—touching you like this, you would have been doing your best to incapacitate them and run for the hills, but with Mando you just wish he would touch you more.

A second later, you get your wish, as Mando reaches between your legs to position the other strap. Oh, Maker.  Your whole body clenches.  Then you jump as the cold metal of his vambrace makes contact with your inner thigh.  You spread your legs a little wider to give him more room and try not to pant audibly.  This is torture.

There’s a staticky gasp over the modulator, and Mando’s hands fumble for just a moment.  Then they’re moving again, ghosting over your skin as they finish securing the second strap in place.

Shit.  You’re so turned on that you can feel how wet you are.  You close your eyes in mortification.  Don’t even want to think about what Mando must be smelling down there.

Stupid Omega hormones.  Stupid Alpha sense of smell.

Thankfully, Mando doesn’t comment, just smooths the material of your dress back into place over your thigh and stands, mercifully retreating to the far side of the hold.  You stare after him, feeling overheated and shaky, but still mostly in control of yourself, until...

“Come here,”  Mando demands gruffly, beckoning you over with two crooked fingers.  No Alpha in his voice, just a dangerously pleasant rumble that makes you shiver all over again.  “I want to see if it shows when you walk.”

You cross the hold towards Mando slowly.  It pleases you more than it should to be obeying him.  Mando stands stock still as you approach, but you know he’s watching you—watching your thighs—as you walk, and you can’t help but put a little extra swing into your hips.  Fuck.  Have you completely lost your mind?

“Looks good,” he rasps, and your body clenches.  “Time to go.”

You’re not sure you’re going to survive the night.

.

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Inconvenient Heat {Alpha!Marcus Pike x F!Omega!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamics, talks of heat/ruts, suppressants, pheromones, marking/mating/bonding, brief mention of suicide, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, cream pie

Comments: You are on an op with Marcus Pike, posing as a bonded Alpha/Omega. Marcus is a Beta, pretending to be an Alpha, or so you thought. When your biology betrays you and overrides the suppressants both of you are taking, you enter an inconvenient heat.

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“So we are to be undercover, posing as a bonded Alpha and Omega.” You chew on your lip as you read the file, not wanting to insult Marcus by pointing out the obvious flaw with this plan. 

He isn’t an Alpha. 

You had never picked up a whiff of pheromones off the attractive man, and you had tried when you were close to a heat. You look up across the conference room table to glance over at the man in question who was to play your ‘mate’. “What do you think?” You ask, wanting to know his thoughts on it before you try finding an alternative method. “Do you think this will work?” 

You left the words unsaid ‘with you being a beta, posing as an Alpha’, and you watched his reaction. He smiled pleasantly, everything Marcus did was pleasant. 

It was really a shame he wasn’t an alpha, you would have asked him to mate you long ago.

Marcus looks back down at the file and then at the director. “This should be doable. There are scents available if I need to give off an ‘Alpha’ vibe while we are outside the home, but the true goal is surveillance, right?” He shrugs and tosses you a crooked smile. One that says that he is used to being questioned. “It shouldn’t be too difficult to live with me. I’ll even make sure to put the toilet seat down.”

You knew about those Alpha scents, had purchased a bottle of the stuff to help you through your heats, they helped a great deal. Being an unmated Omega wasn’t so bad, most of the time anyway. You were lost in thoughts of what it would be like to be mated to a man like Marcus when the director clapped his hands together. 

“Perfect, I want both of you on this. You have a day to prepare and then you’re both off to the safehouse. Let my secretary know what you need.” He spoke imperiously as he strode out of the conference room, leaving the two of you alone.

Marcus sits for another minute, fidgeting slightly before he clears his throat. “This is okay with you, right?” He asks softly, not wanting you to be uncomfortable with this. “I mean, if you want, I can talk to him, see if someone else can work with me.” 

“Of course Marcus, I think we make a great team. Don’t you?” You give him a big smile, trying your best to look sincere. “Unless you want to work with someone else?” He seems nervous and suddenly you’re wondering whether he’s okay with this whole situation.

“No!” He blurts out, flushing slightly and looking away before he shakes his head. “I mean, no. I don’t want to work with someone else.” He doesn’t really, he likes and respects you. Too much and that was some of the problem. You thought he was a Beta, and he most definitely was not.

You smile brightly at him. “Perfect, I’ll make a list of what we might need and email it over to you, add whatever I’m missing.” You gathered your files as you made your way out of the room. “Good luck on that debrief later.” You left him alone with his thoughts.

Marcus chews his lip and looks at the door before he stands. If he was going to be in a house with you on a mission, he needed to make sure that he had his supply of suppressants refilled. He didn’t want to run out of them and let you discover that you had believed that he was a Beta when he was in fact, an Alpha. He taps the file and picks it up before he follows you out of the conference room.

You had debated on whether or not to bring your special toy with you on the stakeout. Part of you knew it was better to be prepared, but the other part of you knew you weren’t due for a heat for a while. Reluctantly - you left it at home. 

The drive over was pleasant enough, Marcus was sweet and funny - charming to a fault. He had brought you a coffee and was chatting pleasantly. The time flew by and before you knew it, you had arrived at the safehouse. 

It is surprisingly homey and for a moment you could pretend that you were a mated couple going away for the weekend but the thought didn’t last. You’d barely set your bags down before Marcus was pulling out the folders full of intel, profiles and last known locations for the men you’re supposed to be watching.

“So we, uh- we are a relatively newly bonded pair.” He offers, glancing up at you before he hands you a file. “Figured that might make our cover a little easier. Why we stay inside a lot.” 

He searches your eyes to make sure that it’s okay with you. When you nod slightly, he gives you a smile with a huff of laughter. “Good.” 

He wishes he didn’t have these feelings for you. Didn’t love the way you smile or your eyes light up when you discover something on a case. He had learned that oftentimes he was over eager even for an alpha, so after his divorce, he had gone on suppressants and just let everyone believe that he was a normal beta. Because of that, you wouldn’t be interested in him, so it was useless, not willing to risk scaring you off like he had his ex wife, like Teresa.

“Makes sense, we’d be all over each other.” You laugh awkwardly, but your stomach does a little dive at the thought of it. Snap out of it, you think to yourself, it would never work. “So what’s the plan?” You shake yourself out of your daydreams and focus on work.

Marcus grins. “We’ll get the surveillance equipment set up, order some dinner and then we can settle in.” He nods towards the stairs. “I figured you could have the master bedroom since it has an en-suite, for privacy.” 

The tips of his ears turn red, imagining you coming down the hallway wrapped in a towel. Shaking it off, he looks at you. “Sound good?”

“That’s very sweet of you.” You can see the flush on his skin and it’s lovely. “I’ll go and get settled quickly. Want to shower and change before we order. Be back in a few.” You leave him at the table. 

The room is cozy and spacious and it takes a few minutes to unpack your things. You wonder what he thought about this whole thing while you shower, wondering about the man himself - you had heard the office gossip of course. That he’d been married, that it hadn’t worked out and that he had transferred over shortly after but as far as you were concerned gossip was gossip. 

You focus on what an amazing agent he is, on how well he treats everyone in the office. Well, most of the time anyway, when you weren’t thinking about how handsome he is. When you came downstairs he was hunched over his laptop, you stood beside him to see the menu of the local restaurant on the screen, towel still in your hair.

“Hey.” He leans back and points to the screen. “Do you like Thai?” He asks looking up at you and trying not to blurt out how pretty you are with a towel twisted in your hair. That would seem creepy.

“Yeah I love it.” You tell him making him smile, happy that he had chosen something you would eat. “Okay. I, uh, I’m gonna go take a shower and get unpacked. Do you mind ordering? I wrote down what I want.” He stands and reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet to had you his credit card. “I’ll pay and then just fill an expense report when we are done with the op.”

“Sounds great -“ you quickly scan the menu as he puts the credit card down. “-food should be here by the time you're done.” You are dialing the number when you hear the bathroom door close.

Marcus sighs, opening up his travel bag and taking out the bottle of suppressants to shake one out into his hand. Popping it into his mouth while the water for the shower warmed up. 

“It’s only an op.” He reminds himself, pulling out the alpha scent that looked like a regular cologne bottle. While it was true all he had to do was stop taking the suppressants and his natural pheromones would start coming through again, he didn’t want to possibly ruin the op. Bad enough that he was distracted by how pretty you and how fucking good you smell. 

Showering quickly. He pulls on gray sweats and a white t-shirt, hesitating for a second before he spritzes the scent on his glands, his nose wrinkling slightly at the unfamiliar scent. His is much more appealing in his personal opinion.

The scent hits you before you see him and you almost moan. You look up to see him walking over to you casually and you feel yourself flush lightly. You have to remind yourself to calm down, this is just an op and he’s playing a part. It doesn’t stop your nipples from hardening though. 

“F-Foods here.” Your voice cracks slightly and you take a deep breath. This is ridiculous. Your heat isn’t due for another couple of weeks and he doesn’t feel the same way about you. You hand him his food without meeting his eyes. God, he smells so good.

Just because he is on suppressants doesn't mean he doesn’t enjoy your reaction to smelling the pheromones that are pulsing with every beat of his heart. He would prefer if it was your reaction to his, but he can’t help that.

“Smells great.” He smiles, taking the box from you. “Want me to grab you a drink? They stocked the fridge, there’s some sodas in there.”

“Uh.. yeah. Thanks.” You have to remember to breathe. You can do this. Focus on the food and not the outline of his dick in those sweatpants. ‘Jesus, what is wrong with me?’ “Here you go.” He smiles as he hands you the drink and you feel embarrassed. Hoping against hope he didn’t see you staring at him.

He sits down and pops the lid to his meal open and grabs a pair of the disposable chopsticks they had thrown in the bag. Grabbing a mouthful of the noodles, he chews them while he looks over at you poking at your food. The urge to encourage you to eat is strong, but he bites his tongue on that. 

Instead he lifts a brow. “So how have you managed to stay unbonded?” He asks, curious as to why no alpha had claimed you.

It’s hard to concentrate on the food but you do your best to shake it off. 

“Oh um. Well I was interested in one Alpha, but he bonded with someone else while I was training. Ever since then I’ve been too focused on work I suppose. Haven’t really found an Alpha that’s been looking to bond.” You ate a bit as you spoke, trying to focus on how good it tasted but the smell he’d sprayed is making it impossible. 

“Tell me about yourself.” You say, giving a forced smile.

He frowns for a second, looking down at the food and deciding how much he should tell you. “Well, you know I was married. Divorced now, obviously.”

What you didn’t know was his ex had broken the bond between them. It had nearly crippled him with depression and for a while there he had honestly thought death was better.

“Not meant to be I guess.” He shrugs it off as if it wasn’t the worst year of his life. “She said I was too intense. After that, I was engaged. But she chose anot- an Alpha.” He barely catches himself before he said ‘another’

Your heart breaks for him, it must have hurt him immensely to be discarded by this woman for an Alpha.

“I’m so sorry to hear that Marcus. She shouldn’t have made the commitment to you if she wasn’t ready.” You thought about his words, too intense? You’d never heard of Betas being overly intense with their partners but you suppose there were exceptions to every rule. He really didn’t strike you as the type. 

“How long has it been? Think you’re ready to get back out there? You seem like you’d make an amazing mate.” He looks up at you and you flush. The heat is licking up your face, spreading throughout your limbs and you can’t eat. You push the food away, defeated.

He barely stops himself from making a pleased growl at your words. That made him cock his head in thought. The inner Alpha clamoring for your approval. 

“It’s been…long enough.” He says after a moment before he points at your food. “You need to eat.” His tone drops for a second before his eyes widen. “I mean- I thought you were hungry.”

Something in his voice, in the commanding tone goes directly to your cunt. Your Omega luxuriating in what she perceives to be an Alpha taking care of you, making sure you are fed. You almost mewl. 

“I’m not hungry, Al- Marcus.” You barely catch yourself. 

It's just the spray, your body is playing tricks on you. 

“I think I should head to bed.” His eyes stop you. There was something glinting in them - something that made your heart race. “Are you okay?” It is a flash of something and then it is gone. His features arrange themselves into his regular pleasant smile.

Marcus nods “okay. Sleep well.” He waits until your back is turned before he frowns, hoping that he hadn’t done something to make you uncomfortable. 

He shakes off the feeling and decides to put the rest of the food away. You were a grown woman and could decide when and if you were hungry. Attributing that second where his Alpha had come out to the spray, he sighs and throws the containers in the fridge before he locks up the house. 

He walks upstairs reminding himself that while you are an Omega, it’s not his place to take care of you.

You made your way to the master bedroom in a daze, the smell seeming to follow; torturing you. You found yourself mindlessly gathering all of the blankets in the room, making the bed as soft as you could in order to sleep. 

You are shocked at how wet you are when you use the bathroom before bed. If you didn’t know any better you would have guessed that you were entering your heat but it didn’t make any sense. You know you aren’t due and there is no reason for you to go into one early. The spray Marcus used smells good and it calls to your inner Omega sure, but it isn’t enough to cause this kind of reaction. 

You lay in your little make-shift nest and scold yourself for not bringing your toy, hoping against hope that you were wrong about what is happening. Luckily Marcus wouldn’t be affected. Silver linings.

Marcus wakes up, sweaty and disheveled with the biggest precum stain on his boxers that he’s had since he was a teenager. If he wasn’t sure, he would have thought he had a wet dream. 

Stumbling to the bathroom he downs another suppressant, wondering if it’s just his body’s way of reminding him that he hasn’t been laid in a long time, even longer since he’s had a proper rut. 

A deep growl rumbles out of his chest, making his eyes widen as his inner alpha immediately jumps at the idea of a rut with you. Cock throbbing painfully as he imagines being twisted together with you in a nest, keeping you filled with him. “Fuck.”

He turns on the shower, keeping the water as icy as he can get it and strips off his boxers to step under the spray, hoping to quell the fire in his loins.

You wake up with gasp, your pajamas are damp with sweat, your underwear sticking to you from the amount of slick that has drooled out of you in your sleep. 

There is something wrong. This isn’t supposed to happen yet and if you didn’t get it under control you would be in agony for a couple of days, making you absolutely useless to Marcus.

Marcus. You thought about him and another wave of slick pools at your entrance at the thought of him in his sweatpants. At the Alpha smell he wore, your inner Omega luxuriates, uncoiling and readying herself for what she thinks is an Alpha. You have to get it under control, a cool glass of water and a cold shower might help. You check the clock and it is late enough to risk it. 

The hallway is dark when you open the door but the smell is overwhelming, almost knocking you clean off your feet with it’s intensity.

Marcus adds another spritz of the scent, scowling immediately at the smell on him. He doesn’t like it at all. 

Immediately getting back into the shower and scrubbing himself clean again, he puts on clean clothes and opts only for deodorant before he buries the clothes that has the offensive spray at the bottom of a laundry bag.

He opens his door and looks towards yours. It’s still closed, but it���s also early. Instead of knocking, he makes his way downstairs to the kitchen to make some coffee.

You can’t remember the last time you felt this horrible. The shower in the middle of the night helped slightly and you managed to catch an hour of sleep but that is the end of your reprieve. The rest of the night was spent in a restless tangle. 

Your clothes are too rough against your skin, it is too hot, and you are too empty. You try to ease the ache - dipping your fingers to rub little circles around your clit and the soft orgasms relieve you momentarily, but it isn’t nearly enough. You need to be filled. 

You hear him making his way down the stairs and you mewl, it is going to be a rough day.

Marcus glances at the clock, frowning when he sees that it’s almost nine o’clock and you still haven’t come downstairs. “Shit.” He huffs, getting up from the equipment and making his way up the stairs to the bedroom door that was still fully closed. 

“You okay?” He asks, tapping on the door lightly and trying to ignore the delicious scent of your omega that is wafting from under the door. “Do you need anything?”

You can hear him outside your door, his soft low voice drifting through and you groan.

“Not doing too hot.” Your voice is low and you barely heard his question. The blood is pounding in your ears. You pull your covers up the best you can and call out to him. “Open the door Marcus, I can barely hear you.” When he does it’s worse. So much worse.

The wave of Omega in heat slams into Marcus like a brick wall. “Fuck.” He growls, his cock already starting to harden at the scent. “You’re in heat.” The words are practically panted at you, even though it’s more statement that question. 

He swallows hard, forcing himself to take measured steps towards you and not rush you like an animal. “What- did you know?” He demands, hoping that you have something to help you.

It hits you like a freight train and your body clenches painfully around nothing, he smells so good.

“Somethings wrong Marcus-“ you curl in on yourself, facing him just inside the doorway. “-I’m not supposed to be in heat right now, something triggered me early but - god why do you smell so good?” You practically moan the words and you have to stop yourself from calling to him like a siren. 

“Please - please help me, or find me someone who will, it hurts.” You almost sob, you can’t take much more of this.

Marcus growls, possessively and furiously at the idea of someone touching you. His eyes widen, he definitely shouldn’t be reacting like that on suppressants. That moment of clarity only lasts as long as it takes for the next wave of your distressed pheromones to hit him, then his alpha roars to life.

“Fuck that.” He spits, stalking over to the bed, his eyes dilating with every step he comes closer to you. “No one else is touching you.”

You smell it coming off him in waves and you can’t help but rip off the blanket. The realization is as startling as it is exciting. 

“You’re an Alpha? How..?” You pull him onto you weakly and you try not to focus on how wrecked you must look. Sweat beading on your hairline, a thin sheen of it shining on the exposed skin of your chest. 

You can’t help but press your face into the scent gland on his neck, pressing him into yours, the act was soothing and almost involuntary. You feel the growl of approval in his chest. Feel the thick press of him between your legs and you practically tear your clothes off.

Marcus rocks back on his haunches, shaking his head. “You- we can’t.” He knows you are in pain but you don’t actually want him. You just want an Alpha to soothe the ache. 

“Stop.” He orders his, his voice deep and commanding. You freeze and look at him, desperation in your eyes and you whine, your sweaty face pinched in pain. “How can I help you? Do you have suppressants? A toy? What do you need?” He’s trying to make sure you know you have options other than him. To give you a choice.

“I didn’t bring my toy, I need you, my suppressants aren’t working.” You want to reach out and pull him but his tone keeps you glued to your spot. “Please Marcus.” You fight against the need to obey him and you pull him by the shirt, slowly coaxing it off him to feel the warmth of him under your fingertips. 

You can see him holding back and you imagine it’s for your benefit, when he’s sitting there shirtless you pull your pajamas off. First the top and then the bottoms, letting him see how swollen the lips of your sex are. He hisses at the sight and you know it must be bad.

“Please Marcus, Alpha- help me. I need you.” You bite your lip as you dip your fingers into your aching cunt - doing your best to appeal to him.

His nostrils flair, hands curling into fists. “Stop touching my cunt.” He orders you harshly, making you mewl as you pull your hand away. The urge to take charge - to take care of you - fully overtaking that normally passive nature he tries to portray.

He climbs out of the bed, realizing now that you had made a makeshift nest. The extra blankets are supposed to be comfortable and provide a secure place for you to ride out your heat. He pushes down the sweats and his boxers, his cock springs free and bobs heavily. 

“Tell me that you want this.” He demands, wrapping his hand around his cock. “That you want me.” 

His words set you on fire, your clit throbbing at the implication of him claiming your cunt.

“I want you, I’ve always wanted you but I thought you were uninterested. Always hoped - please Marcus. Take it, it’s yours.” You wanted to reach out to him but his tone pinned you in place. 

All you could do was writhe, naked and wanting. You watched him as he stroked himself and you felt on the verge of tears. His pheromones are so strong, it was a miracle that the suppressants has ever masked them. 

He smells so good, so appealing and you hope he believes that this isn’t just because of the heat. Your prayers have been answered and your inner omega is thrashing - clamoring for him. The urge to mark him, to have him buried deep inside pumping you full of his cum is almost violent. You’ve gone through heats before but this is something else. 

“Alpha - please.” Your voice cracks, thick with pain and arousal and you feel him groan from your place on the bed.

“It’s been awhile.” Marcus huffs, stepping closer to the bed, watching the slick lips of your cunt pulse and the waves of needy arousal pour off of you. “Since I've been in a rut.”

Kneeling, his hands are hot on your legs, sliding up the smooth skin while he pushes them further apart. “Fuck.” He groans in approval. “So needy.”

His eyes have dilated, he knows that, he can feel it. His inner Alpha has finally taken control and all he can think about is you. The Omega needing him. His tongue, his fingers, his cock, his cum inside your cunt. 

“Gonna take care of you.” He promises, leaning down and biting your inner thigh, right near a scent gland, groaning appreciatively when you mewl his name. 

You could feel his tongue licking at your scent gland, soothing the ache slightly. The urge to grab at his hair is vibrating through you but you let him take charge.

He inhales your scent and his pheromones are almost visible in the air, they are so strong. Pleased with your cunt leaking and on display for him. 

“Going to fill this pretty cunt full of my cum. Make you feel better, your Alpha is going to take care of you.” He dives in and the strong muscle of his tongue parts you eagerly,  your breathy moan filling the empty air. 

Your pussy floods his tongue as he groans into your skin, his fingers clutching at your thighs hard enough to bruise.

He takes his time tasting you, soothing you with his tongue and gathering up your slick to slide around your folds. "So good Omega." He praises you. "Cum on my tongue and I will fill you up with my cock and cum." He coos, lifting up his head for a second before he dives back into you.

The rhythm of his tongue rips a sugary sweet orgasm out of you and you shudder as he moans. His cock is so hard it hurts and he can’t help but grind into the mattress. His tongue doesn’t let up as you try to close your legs around his head, he growls into your skin.

“Stay still Omega-“ His voice brooks no argument and despite the overstimulation your body obeys him. He nuzzles at the scent gland on your thigh; scenting himself in you. “-going to make you cum with my tongue again. Have to get you nice and wet to take your Alphas cock.” His tongue is lazier now, soft licks, gliding over and over and over. His fingers join the fray and you feel them sliding into your soaked channel to open you up.

He wastes no time in adding a third, knowing you need to feel the fullness and now your hands have found their way into his hair. Subtly guiding him as you grind into his mouth over and over until the second climax washes over you. Until you’re clenching almost painfully around his thick fingers.

Marcus growls, the tip of his cock leaking heavily, soaking into the sheets of your bed and he loves how tightly you bear down on his fingers. How slick you get when another wave of pleasure rushes through your entire system. The pheromones you are giving out are addictive, an Omega being pleasure is one of the best scents on the planet. 

Still, as you start to come down from your high, he keeps his fingers steadily prying you open, wanting to make sure that you are able to take him with no pain. Some Alphas didn't mind the Omega whining in pain the first few thrusts, knowing that it is going to give way to pleasure, but he prefers to have you feel nothing but bliss. You dealt with enough pain from going through your heat.

The mewl escapes your mouth as he spreads his fingers inside of you and the look in his face can only be described as pure rapture. 

“Such a pretty little cunt, such a good Omega.” He can’t help but press kisses to your scent gland before moving slowly up your body. 

You’re boneless as he takes one, and then the other nipple into his mouth, moaning against your skin with each swirl of his tongue. He takes your legs and wraps them around his waist and you feel the heavy, comforting weight of his sex dragging through your folds. 

The sight of him is intoxicating. He’s gripping the base of his cock, watching as it catches the slick that seeps out of you. Using it to glide against your clit and you try desperately to pull him into you with your legs.

"I've got you, Omega." He looks down and groans at the sight of your slick covering his cock. Denying himself for another moment before he starts to push slowly into you. "Gonna take care of you." He promises.

The first inch sinks inside you and he moans, amazed at how your walls are already closing around him. Sucking him in deeper every time they constrict around his length. 

Bracing his hands on the bed, he rolls his hips. Watching you thrash under him in pleasure and arch up. Presenting yourself to him for the taking. His mouth waters when you turn your head and he sees your scent gland pulse. The urge to bite you makes him growl.

He bites his lip to stop himself but you can smell the change in his smell, he’s fighting off the urge even though you’re clearly presenting yourself to be claimed.

It breaks your heart slightly that he’s actively holding back. You turn your head dejectedly and try your hardest to focus on the pleasure, on the punch of his sex deep inside. He smells the sadness in the air and he’s quick to explain.

“I want you to want it my sweet Omega, don't want you to agree just because you’re in heat.” His soft words and the tenderness in his caresses are completely at odds with how he’s filling you with sharp snaps of his hips.

You whine, slightly mollified at this answer although you want to claim that you don’t care, wanting him to mark you and claim you as his.

“Easy.” He urges, rolling his hips slowly now. “God baby you are so tight. Such a good Omega for me, squeezing me so tight.” He groans. “Taking me so well.”

He can’t help but pick up his speed again, the need to claim, to cum inside you taking over. Your pussy floods him, picking up on his pheromones; so strong in the air around you. 

You bite your lip at the look on his face. Brows pinched, mouth slightly open and you see him watching the place where you’re joined. 

“Look how well you’re taking me, so fucking good.” He groans the words and it’s almost too much. His words and the wet sounds of his thrusts. Another orgasm rips through you and he doesn’t slow down, he fucks you through it, lifting your leg up higher to watch as your pussy squeezes him.

“That’s it baby, that’s it - god you’re getting me all wet.”

Now that you’ve cum, the first of what will be many times, your pheromones shift slightly. Taking on the slightly sweet scent of satisfaction, but Marcus wouldn’t consider himself a good Alpha until the air is swimming in that scent. Making him choke on it. 

Your legs end up on his shoulders when he rocks back, shifting to get away from your neck. The urge to mark you is getting stronger. His fingers dig into your thigh and his other hand moves down to your clit. His thumb pressing against your slick bundle of nerves, fingers brushing his cock as he pumps into you.

It’s almost too much and your body seizes up with the force of another orgasm, your cunt squeezing his cock tight enough to make him groan. 

You’re boneless, blissed out but he keeps going - the drive to pleasure you sending him into a frenzy and he flips you onto your stomach like a rag doll.

Wordlessly he straddles your thighs and you feel his big hands on the meat of your ass, spreading you open to slip inside once more. 

“Oh my god Alpha, you feel so much bigger this way.” The words are almost pained as he presses up against something white hot and you hear him chuckle slightly, drunk on the ability to leave you practically speechless.

There is a supreme satisfaction to the way that you preen and whimper every time he drives back into you. If he feels bigger, your tight little pussy is twice as tight and he groans every time that your inner muscles squeeze him and try to draw him in further. 

His hands knead your flesh, gripping your ass as an anchor as he keeps rocking his hips, growling slightly at the feeling of your fluttering walls start to quake around him again while your tired body reacts to the stimulation of his cock pushing against a spot deep inside you. Your pleasure is making you claw at the sheets weakly and moan out.

It’s too much and with his steady onslaught, you float away. The tether holding you to your body disintegrates with a gush and a scream. It’s hard to know where you end and where he begins after that and for a moment you swear you hear him groan but the blood rushing in your ears makes it hard to tell.

The air is thick with your scents mingling and it occurs to you that you’ve never felt this satisfied. The wet patch of the bed underneath you only confirms your realizations, that and the sweat beading on his body. His panting breaths on your heated skin where he’s collapsed on top of you. 

Satisfaction pours from your body in waves, making his alpha hum in satisfaction. Hands rubbing your glands and his nose presses against your neck as he inhales the sweet scent. "So good, 'mega." He mumbles. "So good, you took me so well." He coos and reaches up to smooth your hair away and kiss your shoulder.

Your body needs sleep but your mind rebels.

“Alpha, what does this mean for us?” Your voice is drowsy with sleep, your omega forcefully pulling you down into the deep. 

Marcus shifts off of you and tugs you over him. “Sleep Omega, we can talk about it after you rest.” He pulls you tight against his chest and you have no choice but to obey.

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Dieter Bravo MasterList

**All ratings are individual to each story. Read warnings and tags at the top of the stories.

Love Is Love Series MasterList {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Dieter Bravo}

In The Bubble With You

Telephone Games

Not An Alpha - Omega!Dieter Bravo x Alpha!F!Reader

Daddy Dieter

Sex, Drugs and....Tacos

Turkey, Dressing & Fake Boyfriends

An Unconventional Arrangement

Christmas for Hire

Accidentally Mrs. Bravo

A Fork in the Road

In the Cards

Love to Hate You

Crashing the Party (Plus Sized Reader)

Their Greatest Performance {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader x Javi Gutierrez}

Dieter's Daughter

The Hotline

Hollywood Happiness (1950’s AU)

A Roman Romp (Dieter Bravo *AS* Marcus Acacius)

His Happy Ending

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AUG 2022 (part two)

fandoms featured on this list; moon knight, pedro pascal characters, misc./multi fandom 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

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hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

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find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Sept 2022 coming soon ! ✨

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✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Marc Spector

Bruises by @stevenngrant

✨ Steven Grant

Before and After by @marvelousmermaid (gn!reader) (pre/post breakup, nightmares, sad ending)

P.S. I love you! by @nowritingonthewall (steven, marc, gn!reader)

Prompt – patching up a wound by @magpie-to-the-morning **

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Dave York

Still Worship, Desires and Complications by @ezrasbirdie (dave york x f!reader x marcus pike) (cw: mmf, daddy kink, injuries, adult content) **

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Daze by @iamskyereads (slice of life) (domestic ezra universe) (prof!f!reader) (cw: children) **

In the Dark (series) by @frannyzooey (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

Seven Tears (series) by @grogusmum (selkie!ezra) (f!reader) **

✨ Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels

Sweet Thing by @clydesducktape (gn!reader) (cw: food mention)

✨ Javi Gutierrez

Art Imitating Life by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

✨ Javier Peña

For You by @ezrasbirdie (f!reader) **

✨ Marcus Pike

Marcus Watching Antiques Roadshow Tipsy (imagine) by @youvebeenlivingfictional

Starting Over (series) by @wardenparker , & @absurdthirst (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy, divorce)

✨ Oberyn Martell

Oberyn and the Merling (series) by @grogusmum (merling!gn!reader) *

✨ Pero Tovar

I Won’t Give Up by @writeforfandoms (a/b/o au) (alpha!pero) (omega!f!reader) **

The Smell of Fresh Bread by @absurdthirst (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Pascal Characters

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman)

None for You by @squidlywiddly87 (cw: age gap, dom/sub themes) (black!f!reader) **

Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (cw: age gap, daddy kink) (f!reader) **

Slip Into Your Skin by @stargirlfics (black!f!reader) **

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)

Approach Shift (series) by @psithurista (f!reader) **

✨ Clyde Logan (Adam Driver, Logan Lucky)

Beautiful Eyes by @hopeamarsu (gn!reader) (cw: drink mention)

✨ Dragon Age

The Last Warlord: That Which is Valued Most (series) by BlueEyedBadger on ao3

✨ Flip Zimmerman (Adam Driver)

Can’t Wait to See You Glow by @hopeamarsu (f!reader)

Ember of a Dying Flame by @hopeamarsu (gn!reader) (cw: blood, injuries)

✨ Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

Thots about Hopper by @letterfromvienna (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

A Fascination by @iamskyereads (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

First Watch by @the-blind-assassin-12 (cw: guns, violence, explosions, sex) *

Warmin’ Up by @pumpkin-stars (afab!reader) **

check out part one for more fic recs; star wars, rogue one, the mandalorian, & triple frontier

[absurdthirst]

Weekly Writing Round Up: May 8th - 14th

Fics:

Happy Mother’s Day {Marcus Pike x F!Reader} co-written

Not An Alpha {Omega!Dieter Bravo x F!Alpha!Reader}

Forgotten Love {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader} co-written

Alone in the Wilderness {Javier Peña x GN!Reader}

Through the Window {Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

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MasterList:

** Indicates Smut

HeadCanons

Requested Scenerios

Sex Pollen MasterList

NSFW Alphabet

Kinktober 2020

Kinktober 2021

Quarantine AU - Marcus Moreno

Weekly Writing Round Up

Writer Wednesday Blurbs

Monster Fucking/Loving List

Early Morning {PP Character of choice x F!Reader}

Banging Time Machine {Multiple Character x F!Reader}

The Mandalorian:

Hidden Desires Series MasterList

Frozen Series MasterList

Stress Relief ** NSFW

Midnight Excursions ** NSFW

Muffled Sounds ** SLIGHT NSFW

Prey  ** NSFW

Just Pleasure ** NSFW

Chemical Feelings ** NSFW   (Sex Pollen)

Body Heat ** NSFW

Gut Wrenching ** NSFW   (Sex Pollen)

Secrets ** NSFW (Virgin!Mando)

Tradition ** NSFW

The Cave ** NSFW   (Sex Pollen)

In the Darkness ** NSFW

Unusual Situation ** NSFW {Mando x Reader x Ezra}

The Box ** NSFW

The View ** NSFW

Riduurok ** NSFW

Riduur ** NSFW (Part 2 of Riduurok)

Bred ** NSFW Alpha!Din

Needs ** NSFW

Me’dinuir (Share) ** NSFW {Din Djarin x Reader x Paz Vizsla}

The Deal ** NSFW {Mando x Reader x Cobb Vanth}

The Hot Springs ** NSFW

Close Quarters ** NSFW

Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Beskar ** NSFW

The Face Beneath The Beskar ** NSFW

Kar’ta ** NSFW

Bittersweet Goodbye ** NSFW

The Path (Soulmate AU) (3000 Follower Give Away Fic) 

The Throne ** {King!Din AU} NSFW

Cantina Copulation ** NSFW

Le Trio de Fleur ** NSFW {Din Djarin x Reader x Paz Vizsla}

Aliit ** NSFW {Mando x F!Mandalorian Reader} NSFW

Beskar Bordello ** {Mando x F!Mandalorian Reader} NSFW

Dreams vs. Reality** {Mando x F!Reader} NSFW

Blue Crush ** NSFW

Do It Now ** NSFW

The Mand’alor ** NSFW {Mando x Mando!F!Reader}

Carbonite Cyar’ika ** NSFW {Mando x F!Reader x Poe Dameron}

The Mand’alor’s Riduur ** NSFW {Mando x F!Mando!Reader}

The Return of The Mandalorian ** NSFW

Dosed ** NSFW

Bacta Bonding ** NSFW

Winning Stakes ** NSFW

“Catfish” Frankie Morales:

Tipping Point

Endorphins **

Addicted ** (Part 2 of Endorphins)

Home Series {Catfish x Reader x Pope}

Friendly Competition Series {Catfish x Reader x Pope x Will x Benny}

Hateful Glares Series 

No Smoke Without Fire ** (Sex Pollen) {Catfish x Reader x Pope x Ironhead x Benny}

The Advent Calendars

The Last Mission ** {Catfish x Reader}

The Cabin and the Coup ** {Marcus Moreno x Reader x Catfish}

The Hunt {Catfish x Reader} **

Second Chance **

Finding Family **

Oh, Brother ** {Catfish x Reader x Pope}

Happy Birthday, Mr. Garcia ** {Pope x Reader x Catfish}

Money, Money, Money ** {Catfish x Reader x Pope x Will x Benny}

Fangs & Fur ** {Werewolf!Catfish x Reader x Max Phillips}

Moonlight Madness ** {Werewolf!Catfish x Reader x Benny}

The Baby Making Team ** {Catfish x Reader x Pope}

Thankful For You **

A Very Dirty Christmas ** {TF boys x F!Reader}

Francisco’s Wife ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Catfish}

New Year’s Resolution ** 

The Dark Side of Francisco Morales **

Wake Up Call **

Fatal Break In ** {Catfish x F!Reader x Dave York}

Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels:

First Time **

Blossoming ** (Part 2 of First Time)

The Mission **

Whiskey ** (Part 2 of The Mission)

Chapel of Love **

Fera Flores ** (Sex Pollen)

Whips and Chains Excite Me **

Experimental Love ** (Sex pollen)

Birthday Morning Wake Up **

Say My Name **

The Man With The Golden Whip **

Christmas in Cabo **

Whiskey’s Sugar **

Role of a Lifetime ** PornStar!Whiskey

Pero Tovar:

The Spaniard Series (Oberyn Martell x Reader x Pero Tovar)

Where Am I? Series {Time Traveling Tovar}

The Wolf Series {Werewolf!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Xìngjiāo **   (Sex Pollen)

The Inn **

All I Want **

El Baño **

Damnation or Salvation **

The Blizzard **

Blooms & Thorns **

Journey to the East **

La Esposa del Granjero **

Wedding Night **

Christmastide **

The Primal Prize ** (Alpha!Tovar x Omega!F!Reader)

The Lady’s Mercenary **

Javier Peña:

Yours **

Deseos Profundos ** (Sex Pollen)

Deseos Admitidos ** (Part 2 of Deseos Profundos)

Pureza **

Everything She Wants ** (Maxwell Lord x Reader x Javier Peña)

Celos **

La Apuesta **

Finally Home **

Whatever It Takes **

Comatose **

Working My Way Back To You **

Unexpected Family Man **

Murphy’s Sister **

El Milagro de Navidad **

His Little Family **

Picture Perfect **

Airport Hookup **

Oberyn Martell:

The Spaniard Series (Oberyn Martell x Reader x Pero Tovar)

The Best Little Whorehouse in Bravos ** (Sex Pollen)

Ménage à Quartre ** {Ezra x Reader x Oberyn x Ellaria}

Artifex Enim ** 

Hotel Dorne ** {Modern!Oberyn}

The Throne Room ** {Modern!Oberyn}

Ezra (Prospect):

Respite **

Helping Hand **

Laced **   (Sex Pollen)

Dreams **

Delightful Discovery **

Heat ** Alpha!Ezra

Balneum

Solatium **

Salvation ** TRIGGER WARNING

Unusual Situation ** {Mando x Reader x Ezra}

Starvation ** (Sex Pollen)

Ménage à Quartre ** {Ezra x Reader x Oberyn x Ellaria}

Illa Paulo **

From Green to Grange **

Verba Amoris **

Worth More Than Aurelac ** {Alpha!Ezra x Omega!F!Reader}

Marcus Pike:

Missing Information Series

Agent Pike Series

Love is Love Series {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader x Marcus Pike}

Trying **

Phone Call **

Lujuria **   (Sex Pollen)

The Favor **

Halloween Party ** (Sex Pollen/Breeding Kink)

Insatiable **

Pie & Professions **

As Time Goes By **

Palpable Memories **

The Raunchy Raid **

What Happens at the Cabin, Stays at the Cabin ** {Dave York x Reader x Marcus Pike}

Locked Up Love **

Unfortunate Mistakes, Fortunate Outcomes **

Love in an Elevator **

Sell My Soul For You ** {Possessed!Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

A Princess For Christmas **

Francisco’s Wife ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Catfish}

A New Years To Remember ** 

Sugar, Sugar **

Inconvenient Heat ** {Alpha!Marcus Pike x F!Omega!Reader}

Home Invasion ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Dave York}

Tequila 

The Donor ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Dave York}

Just Friends **

Happy Mother’s Day **

The Nightingale Effect **

Max Phillips:

My Office, Now **

Birthday Treat **   (Sex Pollen)

Noaptea Vampirului (Night of the Vampire) ** TRIGGER WARNING

Chains ** 

An Unexpected Forever **

Training Session **

Just a Taste **

The Evaluation **

Destiny Sucks **

Unholy Sacrifice ** (virgin reader)

The Bloodsucking Bond **

Vibe Check **

Unexpected Raise **

Gold Star Pussy **

Fangs & Fur ** {Werewolf!Catfish x Reader x Max Phillips}

Plus One **

Wife For Life! **

Courtroom Courting **

Sugartits ** 

Dave York:

Stormy Secret Series

Fine Line Between Love and Hate  **

What Happens at the Cabin, Stays at the Cabin ** {Dave York x Reader x Marcus Pike} 

Adulterous Intent **

Family Fun Series {Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader x Carol York}

Surprise 

Running Towards Death **

Take Control While You Can **

Ghost of a Lover ** {Ghost!Dave York x F!Reader}

Mr. & Mrs. York **

A Nanny For Christmas ** {Plus Sized F!Reader}

Protect You At All Costs **

Late For Valentines **

Family Business ** {David York x Spanish Princess!F!Reader}

Home Invasion ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Dave York}

The Donor ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Dave York}

Fatal Break In ** {Catfish x F!reader x Dave York}

Family Feud ** {Dave York x F!Smith!Reader} - Mafia AU

Under His Skin ** {F!Nanny!Reader} - Sex Pollen

Marcus Moreno:

Good To Me **

Mishap in Mission Control **

Libidine ** (Sex Pollen)

The Cabin and the Coup ** {Marcus Moreno x Reader x Frankie Morales}

Yes Sir, Mr. Moreno ** 

First Date **

Max Lord:

Heart of Gold **

More Than A Wish ** (Sex Pollen)

Everything She Wants ** (Maxwell Lord x Reader x Javier Peña)

Lessons In Love **

1985 **

The Masked Initiation **

The Right Formula **

Zach Wellison:

A Room With A View Series MasterList

Dieter Bravo:

Love is Love Series {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader x Marcus Pike}

In the Bubble with You ** 

Telephone Games **

Not An Alpha ** {Omega!Dieter Bravo x F!Alpha!Reader}

Daddy Dieter **

Sex, Drugs and....Tacos **

Javi Gutierrez: 

Forgotten Love **

Co-Written work Post on @wardenparker​ ‘s Page:

The Alewife (Co-written)

Wish You Were Here (Co-written)

[absurdthirst]

Weekly Writing Round Up: Feb 27th - March 5th

Fics:

Home Invasion {Dave York x F!Reader x Marcus Pike} co-written

Storm Condiitions {Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

Worth More Than Aurelac {Alpha!Ezra x Omega!F!Reader} co-written

HeadCanons:

Things That Would Drive Me Crazy

[thirstworldproblemss]

twp’s Masterlist

Welcome! 

I’m twp. I write very slowly. So far it’s all second person reader-insert fics (mostly female readers, mostly smut) for Pedro Pascal characters, associated fandoms, and now Moon Knight & Spiderverse, apparently. My readers are intended to be “blank slates” unless otherwise specified—please let me know if I mess this up.

I’m also on ao3 under the same name if you prefer to read there, but tumblr is the best place to find my fics—I post here first and don’t always get things transferred quickly (...or at all 😅)

Some Things to Note:

Ratings:  I’m using the ao3 content ratings (General-Teen-Mature-Explicit). Mature & Explicit works are for adults (18+ ONLY); see individual stories for specific content warnings

"Mature content": If you are an adult and want to be able to see my racier stories, you may need to check your settings (Settings -> scroll down to Content You See -> Community Labels -> Mature -> show)

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The Mandalorian ~ Din Djarin

Grenade (ao3)  [Din x gn!reader, T, 2.9k]  Din seems to think it doesn’t matters if he gets injured. You disagree.   (mild angst with a happy ending)

It’s All About What You Want & part 2  (ao3)  [Din x f reader, E, 21k]  Omega!Reader starts to feel differently about her Alpha employer, Mando, during a stopover on a planet with an unusual social hierarchy.  (A/B/O dynamics, idiots to lovers, smut)

Headcanons & Ficlets:

Kindness [f reader, T, 0.6k]

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The Mentalist ~ Marcus Pike

An Acquired Taste (ao3)  [Marcus x pregnant f reader, E, 3.7k]  Marcus discovers a new kink  (pwp, smut, lactation kink)

A Warm Welcome Home & part 2 (ao3)  [Marcus x f wife!reader, E, 11k]  Marcus’s wife (& toddler) welcome him back home after a long case  (smut, fluff, kidfic, more smut)

One of Those Days (ao3) [Marcus x f wife!reader, E, 2.8k]  Marcus comes home late and helps you feel better after a long day  (loving smut, in the aWWH ‘verse, but you don’t need to read that first)

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Moon Night ~ Steven Grant, Marc Spector

Red Flags (ao3) w/ @astroboots​ [Steven x f reader, Marc x f reader, E, 108k, completed fic, open-ended series]  Dating sweet Steven means ignoring a few red flags along the way. (get-together fic: falling fast & slow burn style, smut but also a bit of plot stuff in there)

Fit to Burst (ao3) w/ @astroboots [Steven x f reader x Marc, E, 3.5k, oneshot]  Marc decides to teach you a lesson when you mistake him for Steven  (pwp smut, overstimulation)

Mirror’s Edge (ao3) w/ @astroboots  [Marc x f reader x Steven, E, 6.4k words, oneshot]   You ask Marc to edge you, but quickly realize you’re in over your head  (pwp smut, edging)

Love Bites w/ @astroboots [(pre-Marc x) f reader x Steven, E, 4.9k words, oneshot] Marc wakes up with a lot of hickeys in the mirror. (yearning, angst, smut, RF 'verse)

Kiss Me Again w/ @astroboots [Marc x f readers (x Steven), E, 3.5k, oneshot] You discover that Marc has a thing for lipstick; semi-sequel to Love Bites. (smut, RF 'verse)

Closer w/ @astroboots [Jake x f reader (x Steven, x Marc), E, 5.6k words, oneshot] Jake checks an item off his bucket list, and you both thoroughly enjoy yourselves. (pwp smut, anal)

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Triple Frontier ~ Frankie Morales

In the Still of the Night (ao3) [Frankie x f reader, E, 8.7k]  Frankie “Big Dick (Bigger Libido)” Morales wakes up in the middle of the night wanting you. (pwp, yearning smut, loving smut; it’s all smut here)

Headcanons & Ficlets:

Frankie agrees to eat you out in front of the other TF boys [f reader, M, 1k]

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Triple Frontier ~ Multi

Blanket ‘Verse Masterlist (ao3) | (ongoing series) [Frankie Morales x F soldier reader x Benny Miller]

Heat Wave (ao3) w/ @astroboots​​  [Frankie x f reader x Benny, E, 2.2k]  On the return from a mission in the desert, the heat gets to Frankie.  (pwp, threesome fantasy smut)

*Blanket Me in Your Love (tentative title)  [FxRxB, unfinished]  The get-together fic where it all goes down. (sadly not posted yet)  - Teasers: [1] [2] [3]

Made with Love (ao3) [FxB (w/in FxRxB), M, 1k]  Frankie has a bad night. Benny makes the morning a little better.  (emotional hurt/comfort but make it silly, implied sexytimes) .

BV Headcanons:  Benny Chooses His Own Adventure [FxRxB, E, 2.6k] // .

Fic in @astroboots​’ Homecoming verse (ongoing) [Santiago Garcia x f wife!reader x Frankie Morales]

You can’t always get what you want w/ @astroboots​  [Frankie x Santi (w/in SxRxF), E, 1.7k words]  Frankie and Santiago get a moment to themselves  (m/m smut, ass worship)

Not Smart, Very Stupid Games [Santi x f reader (w/in SxRxF), E, 7.5k]  Santiago Garcia is not the most patient man, but that doesn’t mean he can’t learn… right? (smut, edging, comfort, ....humor?)

Telephone Call w/ @astroboots [Frankie x f reader x Santi, E 3.8k] You and Santiago can be very distracting when Frankie is on a call. (teasing smut)

Heatwave w @astroboots [Santi x f readers (x Frankie), E, 4k] You and Santiago try to occupy yourselves during another heatwave in Florida. (fluffy smut)

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Misc Pedro Pascal Characters

Misc Headcanons & Ficlets

Ezra:  Ezra is too verbose for his own good (ao3) [f reader, E, 1k] // .

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Other Miscellaneous

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse ~ Miguel O'Hara

Rainy Night Patrol (ao3) w/ @astroboots [Miguel x f reader, E, 5.0k]   Miguel comes home after a night of patrolling with a lot of pent up tension to find you sound asleep. (pwp, smut, somnophilia)

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That’s all for now.  Sorry, folks! (Though you can check out my wips tag to see what’s I have in the works)

Like the headers? All but the last two (divider and the SV banner) are mine, and you can find more of them here. (Please credit me if you use them!) Want to be tagged when I write something?  Check out my Tagging Lists Page to request be added, moved, or removed.

Want more to read? Check out my Author, Fic & Fanwork Recs

Thanks for visiting!!

🧡 twp

[absurdthirst]

Weekly Writing Round Up: January 13th-19th

Fics:

Late For Valentines {Dave York x F!Nanny Reader}

Inconvenient Heat {Alpha!Marcus Pike x F!Omega!Reader} co-written

Almost A Date {Zach Wellison x F!Reader}

Wake Up Call {Frankie Morales x F!Reader} co-written

[absurdthirst]

Weekly Writing Round Up Dec 27th - Jan 2nd

Fics:

Daddy Dearest {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Swipe Right {Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

Temeraria {Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Mishap in Mission Control {Marcus Moreno x F!Reader} (Co-written)

Alphas and Omega {Alpha!Oberyn x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Ellaria}

Heart of Gold {Maxwell Lord x F!Reader} (Co-written)

The Prison Break {Mando x F!Reader}

Libidine {Marcus Moreno x F!Reader} (Co-written) SEX POLLEN!!!

More Than A Wish {Maxwell Lord x F!Reader} (Co-written) SEX POLLEN!!!

Chopping Wood {Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

HeadCanons:

When You Can’t Have Kids With Mando