#alpha!johnny storm x reader smut

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What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 6

Summary:  How did Johnny get involved? 

Pairings:  Johnny Storm X Reader

Rating:  explicit

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

Word Count:   2.7K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I got some intel from the Adler man.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s impossible.  She…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You took her from me!”

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

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

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

“She’s fucking psycho now.  Useless.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steve, too.”

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

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

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

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2024 Kinktober Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day 16: Spanking (Brat!Johnny Storm (CE) x Dom!CEO!Fem!Reader)

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

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

Day 19: Hate Sex (Robin Buckley x Cheerleader!Fem!Reader)

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

Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Grumpy!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Sunshine!Innocent!Fem!Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Watch My Heart Burn: Part 11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet, he was still on edge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Johnny please-“

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

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Hey there. I was just rereading your series, Boys in Bed with Books. I absolutely love all of them and was wondering if I could request one for Johnny Storm?! If not, that is okay. Thanks

Boys in Bed with Books (8)- Johnny Storm

Pairing: Johnny Storm x reader

Word Count: 466

Summary: You distract Johnny while he's reading in bed.

Author's Note: Thank you for this fun request sweets and thanks for your patience! Hope you enjoy! Have a lovely day! Hugs! 🥰I'm so happy to revisit this series! This is my first time writing for Johnny and it was so fun! I also have a Boys in Bed with Books planned for Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler and maybe even Vampire!Bucky. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! Divider by my sweet friend Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you love💕

Warnings: flirty fun, cursing, oral (male rec), smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Mini-Series Masterlist

“Johnny?”

You stand at the foot of the bed with your hands on your hips and wait. He’s sitting up against the headboard, his towel still loosely wrapped around his waist and his focus elsewhere.

“Hello! Earth to Johnny!”

“Wha?” he mutters, pulling his gaze away from the book in his hands.

“You’re really enjoying my romance novel huh?” you tease as you crawl onto the bed.

His eyes instantly darken and you can already feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“Have you been standing there this whole time?” he asks with a lopsided smirk.

“Maybe,” you simper and crawl up his body and onto his lap.

Your fingers dance through the soft hair that lines his chest, still damp from his shower.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you fuss as you toy with the towel.

He let’s out a small gasp when you loosen the fabric, dragging your nails lower and along the trail of hair below his belly button.

“Yea, uh. It’s pretty good…just a little unrealistic.”

“What does that mean?” you ask, stilling your movements and furrowing your brows.

“Guys really aren’t like this!” he counters with a smirk.

You bring your attention back to what’s between his legs.

“Uh huh. Maybe so…but it’s not like a girl can’t appreciate a chivalrous, dominant but also caring man.”

“No one is that perfect,” he scoffs playfully. “Except maybe…”

“You.” The word comes out of your mouth before he can finish his thought and his eyes sparkle with mischief.

“You read my mind,” he croons. “I am pretty close to perfect.”

You hum and take him in your hand, squeezing lightly before rubbing along his hardening length.

“I know something that’s perfect,” you murmur, continuing your ministrations.

“I’m trying to read you know,” he breathes out, his long lashes fluttering against his cheeks.

“You can keep reading,” you purr with a demure lift of your shoulders.

Your tongue traces your lips as you brush your thumb over the tip of his cock and then lift the wet digit to your mouth. You suck it clean and smile when you hear his low “fuck baby.”

“I’m not really fulfilling that alpha dominant male role right now, am?” he whispers as his teeth find his bottom lip to stifle a moan.

“I love to see you fall apart for me Johnny,” you answer as you dip your head.

The book falls from his fingers before they dig into the sheets, his grip tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good after this,” he moans, the words broken between his pants.

You suck him hard before lifting your head and gazing at him through your lashes.

“I’m counting on it,” you hum. “But for now, just shut the fuck up and enjoy.”

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[neopuppy]

Regular-Irregular: Final (M)

Preview: all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream

Pairing: female omega reader x alpha Jungwoo x alpha Jaehyun x alpha Johnny

Word Count: 4k+

Genre: a/b/o, omegaverse, dubcon, dark theme, major plot twist, ???, as always this is FICTION

Smut Warning: humiliation, degradation, multiple partners, double penetration in one hole, a lot of cum, slick, hair pulling, crying, begging, mind manipulation, daddy kink, subspace

Intro | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |

“Jungwoo.. stop..” with a scornful sigh you draw away from the alpha crowding you. Skin moist sweltering under your rising temperature. Everything feels irritating, painful, like an itch you can’t scratch. A disease you can’t shake off, already years deep into using suppressants by now. Your first heat in too long without the aid to help ease you into a calm rush of desire and need.

“But you smell so good..” Jungwoo releases a dreamy inhale. Nose brushing across your scent gland. Hand smoothing between your rubbing thighs. “Smell like you’re in heat already.”

“I think I am..” you softly gasp. He works up your inner thigh, caressing where you feel most tender, sensitive. Slick flowing out with ease between your folds. Jungwoo’s touches making their way higher, thumb pressing down on your clit. Mouth falling open over your most prominent scent swallowing down the waft of omega arousal steaming off your neck.

“I’ll take care of you omega. If you stay here everyones going to show up and use you. I’ll make it feel good.” Jungwoo sputters on. Circling your puckering wet entrance. Pads of his fingers dipping in teasing with each word that drips off his tongue. Your lunch long forgotten under a trance of the alphas scent blending with yours. He could be anyone at this point. The heats come on too fast like a thunderous storm taking over sunny skies.

Alpha pheromones surrounding you did not help. Every painful urge passing through your body felt like stings of scorching lava flowing in your veins. Jungwoo dragged you out of the break room with no struggle. Melting like a block of ice on the hottest summer day into his arms.

“Where do you think you’re going?” That callous voice could only belong to Jaehyun. Shoving a firm hand against Jungwoo’s chest as you make it half-way down the hall. Halting his movements so suddenly causing your back to sink into him. Arms holding you up squeeze around your waist tightly, squatting at his knee just enough to not let you fall.

“Don’t be a dick Jae, the omegas going into heat. She hasn’t had one this intense in awhile. She’s been through a lot the last couple of weeks..” Jungwoo tries to reason with the other alpha. Jaehyun scoffing hard enough for droplets of spit to cascade in the air. His gaze stays focused on Jungwoo, reaching below sliding a hand between your thighs. Cupping your mound with a satisfied pinch at the corner of his mouth.

“You know the rules Jungwoo.” Jaehyun’s eyes lower to your dazed expression. Three fingers shoving inside your hole with welcome. Cunt gripping like a starved animal desperate for a lick of a crumb. A pleased sound reverberates from his throat, nodding just once- “Johnny’s office. His orders clearly state to bring him the omega when her heat hits.”

Jungwoo audibly sighs, dragging a hand down your stomach. Arm flexing around you as he adjusts your limp weight in one arm. Reaching lower until the backs of his and Jaehyun’s hands meet. Two longer fingers pushing their way inside beside the other three. They share a smirk working their digits in and out of you at different paces. Jaehyun slower, sinking further past the other. Fingers straining outside as Jungwoo moves faster, slick splattering the outside of his hand with every thrust.

“She’s too tight to take Johnny’s knot still. I think we need to fill her little pussy up first. Get her ready her alpha right?” Jungwoo suggests. Jaehyun’s facial expression dead panning, stilling his motions. Freeing from the confines of your core, he reaches past you slapping the taller alpha. Slick coating his dewy cheek in the aftermath. Jungwoo’s lips part open huffing in annoyance. “She’s too fucked up to know the difference right now anyway!”

“You’re already on thin ice, Eros. If he condemns you to reside on earth, I will not protect you this time.” Jaehyun’s tone sends chills up your spine. He’s always cold, unapproachable, as if he was born from hatred. Jungwoo the opposite, radiating a false sense of innocence and love. Two polar opposite alphas that always seemed to trail by each other. Jungwoo acknowledges the lashing with an apologetic nod. Gently gliding from your center causing your knees to lock together. Hips pulling forward chasing after him.

“J..” your neck rolls back, head laying upon Jungwoo’s shoulder. The alphas brows raising in unison listening for anything more than your shallow breaths. “Je..”

Jaehyun’s jaw tightens, slapping his palm over your mouth urgently. Forehead plummeting into yours roughly with arched thick furrowed brows displaying anger. “Say his fucking name and see what happens.”

“Jaehyun… maybe..” Jungwoo starts, quickly shut down by the other alpha snapping his fingers. Head jerking in the direction of Johnny’s office. His lips shut together in defeat, hoisting you up trudging toward the large wooden door. Your feet skipping and bumping along the offices hallway carpeted floor.

With a kick to the door, Jaehyun bursts inside of Johnny’s private office. The alpha throwing him an unimpressed glance, ending a phone call when he spots you in Jungwoo’s arms. The alpha holding you up kicking the door shut behind him as they further enter together. Jaehyun grips your hair in a tightly wrap tangled knot. Head lifting up locking eyes with Johnny sat at his desk. His features softening taking in your strung out appearance, heat evident in your heavy scent filling the room up. Stuffy clouded air filled with your arousal. Powerful enough to weaken the scent of three alphas combined.

“She’s in heat.” Johnny stands up. Fingers tapping his desk with wide eyes. Feet moving him around to approach your waiting figure before his mind can fully process anything. “My omega..”

In a flash he stands before you, body large and looming. Big hands gathering your cheeks, squeezing you together beaming an overly joyful smile. Cock hardening in record time, unable to recall the last time he’d been so excited. “How do you feel baby? Want me? Need alpha?”

Nodding you reach for Johnny, Jaehyun immediately smacking your hands down. The anger still lingering his features, shooting Johnny a hateful glare. “Tell him who you really wish for omega.”

Johnny’s face falls, arms dropping to his sides. Fury flashing past his cheerful deposition. He shoves out a breathy sound of dismay. Irritation slowing the quickly building arousal in his gut.

“I…I…” you cringe. Jungwoo squeezing the answer out of you. His mouth tweaking to the side able to sense the pain tearing away in your mind. Wolf instinct seeking your mate, feral omega willing to take whatever she needs to satisfy the fervor of heat.

“She can’t control it Johnny.. he is her true mate after all.” He whispers. Confidence feigning, the idea of banishment a constant in the back of his mind.

“Well.” Johnnys neck cracks. Jaw clenching showing off a defined structure, cheekbones shining high. “What are you two going to do about that?”

Jaehyun’s grim face fades into smirk. An evil conniving smirk, yanking you from Jungwoo’s hold. He pulls you toward the chair you’d first interviewed for Johnny on. Seating himself with a rough pull of your ass back into his lap. Your neck twisting in discomfort, forced to look at the alpha as he spits out- “Fill this nasty bitch up. Give her dirty fuck hole exactly what she needs. Isn’t that right omega.”

Your heads forced to nod under the strong grip the alpha has you in. The sound of a belt buckle following. Jungwoo strutting up unbuttoning himself. The shape of his length shoving against the fabric of his slacks. Cock reaching far down the middle of his thigh sending another gush of slick spilling down your inner thighs. Knees drenched in lines trickling down to your ankles in anticipation.

“Alpha..” your voice breaks in tremors. Jungwoo lifting your chin up. Head shoved back leaving your neck on full display in a nasty arch. Jaehyun’s size presses to your lower back, focusing on shimmying your skirt up your hips. Jungwoo takes reign of your neck. Thick long fingers circling your throat to hold you in place. A silent nod of agreement passes between the alphas. Johnny stepping out unbeknownst to you, too lost in the alpha spewing nonsense above you.

“Wanna get filled up angel? Good little omega wants to get fucked so full and stupid doesn’t she?” Jungwoo’s lips pout out in question. Innocent eyes turning sharp with hunger. Nudging your neck until you nod in agreement with him. Jaehyun lifting your lower half up sinking you down his thick size. The backs of your eyes rolling up, taken over by the pleasure finally filling you up.

“Jungw..a-alpha…” your throat bobs under his loose palm. Jungwoo seeping fingers down your opened mouth. Slowly dragging down to the back of your throat in time with Jaehyun’s cock parting you open. Saliva gurgling up around the tips of his digits prodding the back of your tongue. Jungwoo’s gaze glinting with interests wondering how much you can take. What would it take to break an omega like you. The perfect specimen of an omega, as Johnny explained multiple times.

“Hurry the fuck up, my balls are gonna fucking fall off.” Jaehyun growls, nipping Jungwoo’s fingers at the side of your neck. The taller alpha still standing nods slinking fingers free of your mouth. Spit painting your lips and cheeks in his departure. The tip of his nose meets yours, his body straddling around you leaving you trapped against Jaehyun’s chest.

Jungwoo spins circles around your clit with the tip of his cock. Jaehyun throbbing inside of your stretched open hole growling deeper with each second passing. Chest rising and falling behind you faster. Nails digging through your top hard enough to leave a mark through the material.

“Jungwoo, I swear to..” Jaehyun scoffs, breathily laughing. “God.”

Jungwoo curses silently, cock sliding down prodding near Jaehyun’s. Your eyes widen with shock, slapping his shoulders.

“No no!” Incessant pleading does nothing to stop him. Cock forcing it’s way past your entrance. Knowing you can take it, taking every knot in the office like it’s your job. Since it is.

“Shit..” Jungwoo cries biting down on his lip. Cock head squeezed between your cunt and Jaehyun’s length. He thrusts in further splitting you open around the combined thickness of their cocks sliding together.

Johnny re-enters dragging in something large. Too blurry from your peripheral to fully visualize. He stands behind the chair, hands wrapping your neck from behind. Your eyes rolled up staring at his turned upside down face in awe.

“Love getting fucked by two alphas at the same time don’t you? What a good omega. Letting them use you like the disgusting little cock sleeve you are.” Johnny hisses. The need to claim you returning, heart felt feelings for his mate forgotten. It was time for the next step. You’d passed nearly every test successfully, nearly.

Jaehyun’s ass smacks down into the leather fucking his hips up. Hands squeezing and slapping your chests with every piston up. Slick dripping past the two alphas stuffing you full. Jungwoo grabs onto your shoulders biting back a pained moan. Tight cunt gripping and pulling him back in with every thrust. Friction under his cock rubbing against Jaehyun’s sending sharp stings of pleasure up his balls. Drawing them taut between his thighs.

Johnny lowers planting a messy kiss over your spit slick lips. He taps Jaehyun pulling away concentrated on your fucked out face. “Don’t knot her.”

“What!” Jaehyun growls. Frustration boiling over speeding his hips up. The two alphas slamming inside at different paces. Jungwoo slowing as Jaehyun speeds. Stomach bulging out the deeper Jungwoo’s able to glide in.

Johnny wipes the sweat gathering at your hairline. A soft demeanor returning to his form. Thumbs cleaning away the speckles of tears under your eyes. “I’m gonna knot her. Gonna mate you baby, wanna be my omega don’t you?”

You gasp in response, tongue falling out. Johnny pressing his thumb down leaving you with no way to evoke anything other than sounds.

“Fucking asshole.” Jaehyun rasps. Thrusting harder with each syllable. Jungwoo’s wanton sounds an opposite to the rough alpha. Too consumed with how tight you feel squeezing his cock.

“I can-can’t…cumming..” he breaks into throaty whimpers. Hips stilling sliding the entirety of his length in. Cock head swollen, jerking against Jaehyun’s spilling out cum.

“Move!” Jaehyun snaps full of anger pushing the alpha on top of you. Jungwoo’s length popping out with a scream bursting from your throat. Hole loosened begging for more alphas amidst your heat taking over.

The alpha inside you moving to stand. Keeping you impaled on his size, stumbling toward Johnny’s desk only a few feet ahead. Leaving you bent over he works up speed. Jungwoo’s fresh cum seeping around his size sliding down your thighs. Johnny loosens his tie at your side. Whispering to Jungwoo whose still catching his breath.

“That’s it you dirty fuck hole. Take all this dick. Taking two alphas like you were fucking made for it.” He stammers off behind you. Fucking into you releasing all of his anger. Directed at Johnny, directed at you, directed at Johnny’s plans.

“Please alpha! Please cum!” Your sad little cries reach deep inside Jaehyun. The alpha cursing out-loud as he slips free of your used up pussy. Hand wrapped around his suffering knot throbbing with need for a omega cunt to lock onto. Cum spurting across your ass adding to the mess of slick and cum coating the backs of your legs.

“How much longer can I wait baby..” Johnny’s tone softly awakens your blanking mind. Replacing Jaehyun and leaning over your back pecking a kiss at the shell of your ear. “Knot could pop just looking at you like this.”

Johnny’s cock presses to your entrance. Tip sneaking in like a warning. Cock head fat, pulling your cunt around him just as much as the two before. Your head nods rabidly. Heat filled brain sending messages to your body for more.

“Alpha please! Fuck me fuck fuck me!”

Johnny’s hips still, moving your hair to side pushing your cheek against his cool desk. Chills temporarily easing your burning skin, his tongue dragging up your cheek. “You know better..”

With an anguished cry and a backward roll of your hips, you sniffle up your stuffy nose. Wailing out in nod- “Daddy. Please daddy, need you. Need you so much.”

Johnny gives you what you want. Filling your pussy back up. Strength displayed in every thrusts fucking you down into his desk. Hips sore and bruising with every slam against the wood. His thrusts unforgiving. Sucking your ear in his mouth, tongue swirling around.

“Perfect omega for me every time. My perfect pretty baby. Love fucking you. Wanna fuck you everyday. Fuck you full of cum.” Johnny mumbles lowly into your ear. Large hand engulfing your throat. He pulls you back pounding into you faster. It had to be fast, you needed to cum, needed his knot.

“Daddy daddy please please” you choke out. Johnny gripping your neck tighter with each harsh thrust. “Knot me! Please alpha!”

“Whose alpha pretty baby, hmm tell me whose your fucking daddy?” Johnny grunts, chest glistening between his open shirt. Growling as his knot expands before you can even answer. Trusting you’ll say him, you’ll always come back to him.

“You! Daddy!” You cough, tears rolling down your face hitting the desk below you after every buck of his hips. Your eyes clenching shut, screaming through your climax- “YOU!!”

“Look at him.” Johnny tilts your shattered face ahead. Jaehyun and Jungwoo stand at Jeno’s sides. His glistening large eyes stare back begging to be saved. Watching you and Johnny fuck like animals. Begging for you to make the right choice. “Tell him that this is where you belong.”

“Tell him. My good omega.” Johnny grunts, grinding deeply. Cunt strangling his knot of any life. Whimpers and moans louder than his words impairing your hearing. With a hiss pressed to your ear Johnny continues- “TELL HIM. Tell him what a good slut you are. You won’t leave. This is where you belong.”

“Jeno…” tears stream down your cheeks melting down in a furious rush of heat. The attachment to Jeno destroying your soul from inside out. Omega howling in pain, running toward the alpha in your mind. His head shakes, wrists ripping at the binds containing him. The two alphas at his side lunging down attacking him- “..Jeno…Jeno!”

Interlude: regular

“Wake up.” It’s Jeno’s voice. Clouded by fog and distance. As if your throat had been suffocating under water, your body shakes under force. Sucking in a gust of breath bringing you back to life. Jeno above you with hands on your shoulders jolting you from deep slumber. He’s staring at you wide eyed full of concern, hair a tossed around mess like he just woke up. “Babe, wake up!”

It’s clear this time, you cough up wondering if you actually drowned. The rush of air hurdling you down a path of confusion. Brain full of nothing but recovering yourself.

“Bad dream again?” Jeno asks. Frown deepening as he helps you sit up. Sighing and gently draping a kiss on your bared shoulder. “I ran back in here when I heard you calling my name.. you okay?”

“What..” you trail off. Eyes bouncing around the room behind Jeno. A dresser with photos, some of you together. A television, an armchair, a window. A very simple room, not an office at all. “I..”

Jeno’s face morphs the longer you peer around in a daze. Tongue clicking with a nod- “I’m gonna finish making your coffee baby. You need to get ready for work, get a quick shower in alright? That will help wake you up.”

With a moist kiss against your cheek Jeno gives you the most heart melting smile. Helping you sit half off the bed as he backs away. Worry evident in his pursed lips as he steps out of the room. Approaching the dresser displaying a few frames, you notice your own appearance. Messy bed hair, pajamas, a bare face.

None of it made sense. Wake up…that’s what Jeno said…reaching for a photo together you trace across his side profile. Nose dug into your bunched up smiling cheek. Intimacy clear in the photo, like a couple..

Jeno steps back in mug in hand blowing softly at the steam rising. Gentle smile reappearing setting down the mug before you. He takes a hold of the picture frame, tracing your happy face the same way.

“A month after we started dating. I already knew I’d do anything to keep you.” He sounds genuine. He sounds like a memory of happiness. Bringing emotions to life you believed to be buried and gone. Jeno presses a kiss to your head, mumbling something about how you’ll be late to work if you don’t head out soon.

“Once I get my degree and can move out to the city, you can quit that job.” Jeno helps you pull on your coat. Rushing you before questions can even come to mind. You adjust your purse on your shoulder considering this could just be a dream… what was reality anymore… dreams.. reality, where did they meet?

“Really hate that you have to work for him.” Jeno grimaces. Forehead creasing down the middle upset. Your keys jostling in his hands as he anxiously tosses them back and forth.

“For who?” You decided to ask before he manages to usher your toward the door. Jeno pausing to give you a lost look.

“Are you joking or something?” It’s not sarcastic, his confusion has you growing flustered. Nodding and tugging at your ear nervously. His teeth clink together, scoffing. “If he does anything, you let me know. Let Jaemin know. I’ll rush back even if dad needs me to help with todays sermon.”

“Ja..” your eyes widen. Jeno missing your surprise with a wet kiss left on your forehead.

“I love you baby. See you tonight alright? Have a good day at work.”

—————————————————————————-

Everything was more or less the same. Like muscle memory your feet led you to the bus you rode to work every week. The bus driver, Lucas, greeting you fondly. A man with tattoos artfully shown off on his arms, shorter in stature sat across from you. The word ‘Ten’ sewn into the chest of the jean vest he wore.

Stepping off the bus led you to an all too familiar building. The doorman with a name tag glittering on his breast, Xiaojun, greeting you by name. Smiling brighter than the morning sun at all who passed by. A small coffee bar set up near the entrance. Glancing at the time you slowed your step to peep the menu. A young barista boy pulling on his apron, Yangyang scribbled sloppily on his name tag. He greeted you with a bow, asking if you’d be wanting your usual today. With a polite ‘no’ you wished him well heading toward the elevator.

The doors dinged open, two attractive men stood on opposite ends of the large empty elevator. Neither looking up from their phones to acknowledge your entrance. You stand back in the middle noting they were already heading to the same floor. The cart speeding down like a bolt with no stop. The first floor, no garage below. Something about that crossed your mind as odd.. the doors sliding open as you contemplated. Both men stand back, allowing you to exit first.

“Look who it is.” A man bumps against your shoulder much broader in size. A stack of paper in hand fanning his hair back. Jaemin.

You stagger back, mouth falling open. Finger lifting in accusation. He pauses, smile faltering, face pulling shock. “What’s wrong? You look like..”

“Like what.” The two men from the elevator stand behind you. The shorter ducking his head in greeting toward Jaemin.

“…like I just killed your boyfriend or something.” Jaemin scoffs, breaking into a fit of fake laughter. Smile calming as his eyes meet yours, rolling them to the side to quick to notice. “Hah hah? It’s a joke. Someones cranky this morning.”

“I..” the tallest of the three interrupts you. Softly pushing your arm pointing to a door down the hall. The office door again too familiar, as if..

“Johnny wants to see you. You know he hates when we’re late.” with another nudge the blonde directs you to move. Jaemin smirking, arms folding over his chest.

“Ah that boyfriend of yours, always making you late for work isn’t he? Used to always have us showing up last for breakfast at church camp. Crusty burnt oatmeal from the bottom of the pot every morning the entire summer thanks to Jeno.” Jaemin rehashes as if it’s a joke you’re in on. Eyes sparkling in memory of a life he barely remembers himself anymore. Another nudge has you stepping toward the door.

Your heart pounds in thump with each foot walking you forward. The name etched into wood near the door gracefully spelling out ‘John S. Suh’

Your hand flinches away from the handle, hot like burning coal. Tapping it cautiously, the men behind you laugh. The handle no longer hot, not even warm. Hesitation sends you shoved in with another push at your back from two different hands.

Johnny’s face lifts from the thick book spread open on his desk. A content soft smile appearing as the two men from the elevator grab on to your arms dragging you in shoved into the roomy leather seat before his desk. Johnny stands, rounding about to perch against the ledge. Arms folding over his chest.

“Am I dreaming?” You look around dizzily. The three men surrounding you grinning to cover up malicious intent.

“It’s confusing isn’t it baby?” Johnny kneels down. Swiftly smoothing your hair back, tracing knuckles along your cheek bone. “Always asking yourself… where am I heading? Multiple versions of me, all drawn back to these dreams.”

“Johnny.. why, what do you want from me?” Fresh tears spring to your eyes asking him pitifully. Johnny taunting you with a tiny pout. His concern genuine, his annoyance greater.

“I searched for you. I will continue to search for you.” Johnny laments, pinching your chin between two fingers. “I am your only choice.”

Your head shakes free of his touch, swallowing the sob daring to escape your chest. Jeno… but Jeno.. none of this made any sense. None of it.

“I don’t, I don’t want to be with you!” Shouting, you jerk up to run free. The two men at your side taking a hold of your arms pulling you to stand. Johnny turning muttering under his breath. Hand lifting to stop their actions.

“Jaehyun. Jungwoo. That is enough.” Johnny’s fingers snap. The room nearly spinning, turning back to you as the alpha from your nightmares. Jungwoo.. Jaehyun.. and Jeno all around. Johnny snapping and instructing Jaehyun to shut Jeno up again.

“Ah. This is growing so tiring.” Johnny hovers above you. Finger tip tapping your nose. Face hot, mind lost in the games he’s playing. That’s what this was to him, a game. A game he refused to lose.

“Why.. why me?” The questions a pathetic excuse to buy time. Figure out what to do next.

“Why do we meet in dreams? How do we meet in dreams?” Johnny asks in return. Shoulders shrugging uninterested in anything you may say. Finger wagging back and forth between where you stand and where Jeno is tied up. His brow raises, leaning down to whisper along your lips- “All that we see.. or seem, is but a dream within a dream.”

“Wake up.”

Déjà Vu—>

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[titaniumstark]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

A/N: Here’s what I am reading during this month of April (yeah, it’s April again). Please if you read any of the fics below and enjoyed it make sure to reblog it! Help support the writers on this community, they put a lot of love and passion to their stories and give us free amazing content. Also if you have a new one-shot/drabble/blurb/series with the any of the characters mentioned below you are more than welcome to tag me or send it to me. Please let me know if any of the links don’t work. Enjoy!🤎

LAST UPDATED: 04/14/21

INCLUDES +18 CONTENT DO NOT INTERACT IF UNDER THAT AGE.

☁️fluff. 🪴smut. 🌧angst. 🥀dark.

🌫everything (non-dark unless mention otherwise).

read warnings.

STEVE ROGERS

Not like the Others by @callmeluna ☁️

Time to Run by @syntheticavenger (series/mob!steve) 🌫

Pace is the Trick by @syntheticavenger (series/alpha!steve x beta!reader) 🌫

Out of Time by @just-dreaming-marvel (series) ☁️

Guys my Age by @honeysucklesteve (best friends dad!steve)🪴

What a Shame by @fallinforevans (new series) 🌧

Soldat by @the-fallen-nightmare (series)

BUCKY BARNES

Harmless by @shurisneakers (series) ☁️

Out of Time by @just-dreaming-marvel (series)  ☁️

Vacant Mirrors by @whirlybirbs (series) ☁️

Cure by @viperbarnes ☁️

Another Cure by @viperbarnes 🪴

Groupie Love by @burninmatches 🪴

And now I know you by @ritesofreverie 🌧

Soldat by @the-fallen-nightmare (series)

SAM WILSON

Apartment 3C by @bohemianpages (new series) ☁️

Positions by @luciilferss ☁️🪴

PETER PARKER

If You Need Me by @hey-marlie (new sequel series).

JOHNNY STORM

Fiery Friends by @wanderinglunarnights (x OFC) (series)

MISCELLANEOUS

ANDY BARBER:

Coffee Tomorrow? by @balenciagabucky🪴

BOOK OF THE MONTH: Such a pretty girl by Laura Wiess.

[tv-fanfic-archive]

Meet Cute

Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader | Masterlist | Ao3

Reader meets a man in a bar, takes him back to her hotel room, sex ensures, and then love?? Maybe. Fem Reader, no y/n, no body descriptions

Word Count: 3105

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: ABO, omegaverse, smut, feral Bucky (for a bit), creampie, aftercare, alpha bucky, omega reader, scent blockers, soulmates, AFAB reader

The smokey interior of the bar was cloying your mind with the mulled scent of old wood and booze. It was dark, the only light in the room came from dim yellow light bulbs in dingy fixtures along the paneled walls. You sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey and eyeing the options of the bar. At 11 PM everyone who was gonna be here was here already. You resigned yourself to the greasy guy shooting looks over to you every couple minutes when a cold draft blew in from the door. A newcomer was tromping over to the bar. His shoulders were hunched and he had the hood of a grey denim jacket pulled up to hide his face. Your well-trained eye saw right through that jacket; he was jacked, you knew it from the way he walked. Your attention instantly dropped away from the greasy guy and laser-focused on this newcomer (his scent was all straight alcohol anyways, disgusting). As he sidled up to the bar you turned your seat away to show off the side of your legs, crossing one leg over the other, letting your dress slip up a bit to expose the top of your stockings. He glazed over at your movement but turned back to the bartender. He pulled off his hood and ordered.

“Johnny Walker Black, neat.” His voice was reedy, low, and utterly perfect. He took a seat two stools over from you and rested his elbows on the bartop. Before he had a chance to get his drink and leave, you hopped over the two stools separating you and set your own glass down with a clink on the bar next to him.

“Hey there, handsome.” the drinks you’d been nursing since 9 were flowing steadily through you, instilling you with false confidence. His eyes slid up your body until they reached your eyes, a bored look firmly in place there. He looked away. Hard to get? You could almost purr at the challenge he presented.

Now that you were closer to him you could see his face better. Good lord, he was beautiful, but in a tired sort of way where you knew he’d fought with life and barely came through kicking. His eyes were the blue of an ocean after a storm and just as deep. Short brown hair in messy tufts from the hood. He brushed a hand over it to smooth it down and you noticed that his left hand was made of shiny metal. Your eyes followed it back down, then dragged your eyes up his body. He had to be strong under all those layers. Dark jeans and his thick denim jacket were attempting to hide his muscles but the way the fabric of his jeans stretched against his thighs let you know all you needed to. With the proximity, you also caught a whiff of his scent, leather, coffee, and something unfamiliar, gunpowder maybe, but you couldn’t quite tell, but his scent was entirely too muted. It was hard to get a good read on him through smell; you couldn't even tell his designation. Maybe he was playing the same game as you, you thought. A new product marketed to hide designations just hit the stores recently and you’d be practically bathing in the stuff every night you went out to avoid overzealous alphas trying to get you home without a fight just cause you were an omega.

“Let me buy your drink.” Putting your arms up to rest on the bartop, leaning over a bit, giving the bartender, and hopefully your prey, a better look at your breasts. The bartender set his glass next to yours. You looked up to him through your eyelashes and told him to put it on your tab then return your full attention to your prey. He picked up the glass and slid his gaze to you once more. 

“Thank you,” he grunted

“So what brings you here?” You slipped your finger around the lip of your glass, keeping eye contact.

“Drinks.” One word kinda guy you guessed

“Nothing else?” Your pointed look was met with a quirked eyebrow and a chuckle

“Not originally, but things can change.” He sipped his whiskey, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

“Why don't we up the chances, huh?” With that, you knocked back the dregs of your own whiskey and motioned to the barman.

“Two zombies, please.” Then you said to the man “So what’s your name?”

“Call me Bucky.” He knocked back his own drink. You told him your name. The bartender sets two novelty skull-shaped cups in front of you. The tangy smell of pineapple and rum hits your nose as you bury your face in the cup. You were gunning for a fast buzz and you got it with this drink. 

Soon Bucky was leaning closer to you as you chatted to him. Another round and his hand was on your thigh, squeezing on and off as you continued talking. Your two swivel stools had you facing each other now. Your legs were tucked between his, his hand moved to your knee and your faces were close as if he couldn't hear you. You made a motion for another round but the bartender cut you off and asked for payment for your tab.

“I guess that's the sign to get out of here, huh?” You slid your card over the bar and leaned heavily into Bucky. He got off the stool and you followed with only a small stumble. He caught your waist and kept his arm around you as you pocketed your card. The two of you left the bar only to be confronted by an icy wind. You shivered in your thinner dress. When you’d left the hotel room today it was warm; you hadn't expected this. It seems Bucky had, however, as he shed his denim jacket and draped it over your shoulders. His muted scent hit you at almost the normal strength. Your cloudy mind wondered at that for a moment before moving on. 

“Such a gentleman,” You laughed 

“Guilty as charged.” he smiled and put out his arm for you to take “Where we going, sweetheart?”

“My hotel room.” Leaning heavily into his arm, you led him down the street to your hotel. 

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At the door to your room, you fumbled with the keys in your cold hands. Bucky was pressed up against your back, mouthing over your neck, not helping your fight with the keys in the slightest. His lips dragged across the side of your neck, just barely grazing your gland, making you whine and close your eyes.

“I can't get the door open if you keep doing that, Bucky.” But there was no fight in your voice, with lips like those you’d let him do anything he wanted right now. But he left your neck and you were able to slide the key into the lock and open the door. Soon as the door shut behind you, Bucky pressed you up against it. Your mouths locked together in a down and dirty open mouth kiss. His metal hand was splayed out on your stomach while his other forearm pressed against the wood next to your head. You leaned back opening your mouth more to let his tongue stroke along your own. Separating for a moment, you panted, chest heaving. You dropped the jacket off your shoulders and pushed Bucky back. The room was so small that he stumbled back a few paced and hit the back of his knees on the bed, falling to sit on it. You walked up to him and turned around with your back facing him.

“Unzip me?” You felt his hands, one cold, one warm, on the skin of your back as he eased the zipper down to the small of your back. You shrugged off the dress and kicked it away, leaving you in your stockings and bra-panty set. Turning back around you straddled his thighs and ran your hands up into his hair, mussing it and pressing your mouth back to his. Your hands traveled down to his shoulders then scratched down his chest. He hissed at the tickle of your nails through his shirt. You grasped the bottom of his shirt and undershirt together and dragged them up, tossing both behind you. Oh yeah, your guess was dead on, he was jacked. Again you raked your nails over his chest, leaving red lines from his pecs to his defined v-line. You smashed your mouth back on his and pushed him down flat on your bed. He let out a huff as he bounced a bit before your arms caged his head in and he was locked back on your mouth. He brought his hands to your ass and pressed you down onto him. You moaned into his mouth and ground down to meet him, leaving a wet patch on the bulge of his black jeans. Slick was coating your thighs in response to all the action. In a moment of separation, Bucky scented the air and growled deep in his chest. You could feel it rumble against your chest, pressed so close against him as you were. Suddenly he rolled the two of you over so he was on top. He pushed you up the bed to hit your back against the pillows. His face met your stomach and he nuzzled up into your breasts. Quickly you fumbled at your bra strap, trying to get it off as quickly as possible. You shucked the bra and grabbed Bucky’s hair. He moved a hand up to cup one of your tits., rolling the flesh around in his hand and squeezing.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He groaned, his Brooklyn twang strong in those few words before his mouth was busied nipping at the flesh of your breasts, leaving little dark marks littered across your skin. Your head fell back and you whined. Your hands scratched at Bucky’s scalp, giving you his own hum of enjoyment at the feeling. Soon his mouth trailed down the valley of your breasts to the top of your panties. His metal hand picked at the elastic band and let it snap against your skin causing you to jolt at the sting.

“Can I get these off you, doll?

“Yes, please, just do it.” You breathed, your voice quiet and rough. He slid your panties down and off and buried his nose between your lips. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of his tongue slipping down to tease your hole. After circling for a moment, he zeroed in on your clit and sucked, leaving a little nip on it. Your hands shot down to grip white-knuckled at the roots of his hair. Bucky lifted his head from your center enough to speak, “You smell so good,” then dived back down, doubling his efforts and making your insides twist into knots. You could hardly feel your stomach at this point, it was a mess of taught, burning muscles that only one thing could defuse. Bucky’s metal arm came up around your thigh to part your lips, opening them up to an unfiltered onslaught by Bucky’s tongue. The metal was cold on your leg and you shivered. You brought a hand up to bite, desperately trying to ground yourself to something tangible while Bucky was blowing you out of this world. A few more seconds and the white-hot feeling in your stomach burst and your entire body went limp, a long whine escaped your throat and you shuddered uncontrollably. Your other hand pressed Bucky’s face to your pussy and you felt him run his tongue around your hole. Your grip released his head and he pushed himself up over your exhausted body. He caught your lips in his again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. When he pulled back you found yourself leaning forward, almost trying to follow his lips as he sat back on on the bed. 

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Of course I am.” you panted, still not having caught your breath from the back-to-back orgasm and heart-stopping kiss. “Are you okay?” your eyes wandered down to where he strained his jeans. 

“Course I am” He lied down next to you. When you caught your breath and you moved to get on top of him again. The skin of your thighs was sensitive against denim. You reached up and raked a hand through his hair, connecting your lips together once again, reaching down with the other hand, you popped the button on his jeans. He sighed against your lips. #Working his jeans down off his thick thighs, he lifted his hips to help. Now just in his boxer briefs, you could clearly see the main prize of the night. Making quick work of his underwear, you freed his member. He kicked off both garments and raised his hands to grip your hips, canting them towards the head of his dick. You dropped your hips in turn and rolled them, slipping the shaft between your lips. He groaned, falling back out of your reach. His abs clenched. Finally, torturously slowly you dropped down, impaling yourself on Bucky’s thick dick. At the same time both, you hissed at the stretch and another low growl resonated from Bucky’s chest. He shot up from his back as he bottomed out, cradling your back and holding you down. He snarled, nosing at your neck and thrusting sharply up at a nearly frantic pace. With the breath knocked out of you, your hands scrambled for purchase on his back. Nails dug in in long lines leaving welts up the length of his toned back. 

“Buckyyy” You whined “I can’t-” Before you could finish he pushed you down onto your back and hoisted a leg high over his hip, 

“You can.” He growled, steadying himself on his knees before driving into you with short, quick thrusts designed to reach the finish line as fast as possible. With every thrust, you felt the spark being reignited, but from Bucky’s every movement you could tell he’d reach it before you did until he reached his metal arm down to the wet mess of your front, rubbing decisively up and down. You threw your arms up around his neck, yanking him down to your face and smothering him in a furious kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting all the rum you’d shared before. 

Bucky’s thrusts got slower, but deeper, harder, shaking your body in his arms and striking up against your deepest parts. A dull ache rose to mingle with the tightness of your pelvis. He released your mouth and buried his face in your neck, licking and nipping at your skin. His hand on your clit quickened, the tightness reaching breaking point as he took one last deep thrust into you before stilling, releasing his cum as deep as he could within you. A sharp bite on your shoulder sent you spiraling into your own release. Soft kisses over the bite mark brought you down slowly from your high. The feeling of him pulling out brought you sharply back to reality. It felt like what you imagined a bottle of honey felt like when drizzled over a nice stack of pancakes. Bucky sat back on his heels to watch his cum ooze out of you. You just lied back, catching your breath and watching him watch you. 

After a bit, the afterglow was fading and leaving you feeling sticky and decidedly ready for at least a washcloth if not a full bath. You rose from the bed and, with Bucky trailing behind you, started up the hot water in the shower. 

From either the drinks or the sex, the two of you were too tired to do anything more than rinse off the sweat and any other fluids accumulated before collapsing into bed and falling asleep. 

#break

Sometime before the sun rose, you woke up. As you came to, you tried to extract yourself from Bucky’s arms that had wrapped you up in their tight embrace sometime while you slept. Still, in a haze of exhaustion, you decided waking him up wouldn't be worth the trouble; he’d roll over eventually and you get up and leave to catch your flight. But just as you’d vowed to stay awake, Bucky’s warm chest pressed up against your back rising and falling with his slow breaths lulled you back to sleep. 

When you awoke again it was with your face pressed against Bucky’s chest. His arms were around your back now and his hands were rubbing smoothly against your skin. He was awake. Fuck. You’d meant to sneak out before he woke up so you wouldn't have to deal with the morning after talk. But as soon as you really shook the fog of sleep from your mind and took a good breath you realized, his scent blockers had faded to nothing. A flood of his scent washed over you. Still strongly coffee and leather based, but without the blockers you could pick out the more subtle notes of it, vanilla and a splash of some flower you couldn't place, but the most damming and important facet of it all was the unmistakable scent of Alpha, but not just any alpha, no there was something different there you’d never smelled before, something you’d heard of. It was intoxicating and indescribable. You took a deep breath, pressing your nose hard against his neck on instinct. Mate. That had to be it, nothing else could be as captivating, as perfect. You withdrew from his neck and cast your eyes up to his, a shaft of light from the window falling perfectly over his face, lighting up his eyes from within. 

“D’you smell it?” he all but whispered, pushing you up his body to bring you to eye level. 

“We’re…” You trailed off

“Yeah.”

“I was supposed to go to Japan this morning.” His face fell, eyebrows furrowing. His arms lifted off your back and he moved away from you until you pressed your lips hard against the spot right at the junction of his neck and shoulder, where a mating mark would go. A groan ripped from his throat and his hands returned to clutch at your hips. 

“I’m gonna have to cancel it. D’you have a place in the city we can go?” You nipped at the spot

“Course. Got a place downtown. You can stay as long as you want, princess…”

“Mmm that sounds perfect” One last kiss to his gland and you pulled off. “We better get going then.” 

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Ambers Masterlist

(made  by @the-soulofdevil. I love it, thank you.)

Hi! Welcome to my Masterlist, mostly there is Chris Evans Characters listed here, but I have a bit of others as well. Please feel free to send Asks about any series or one shots that come to mind. I do requests, but they are sporadically done and I might pass on some should I not really have any ideas for a story. This list does include NSFW 18+ content. Fics should have approptiate warnings on them, if not, please let me know. Happy Reading. 

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier- 

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America- 

Life After Snowpiercer (Curtis Everett Series and One Shots)-  (complete)

Curtis Everett x Y/N- series and drabbles/shorts. Curtis decides its time to get all of you out of the tail end and live a life free. Warnings- Smut, violence, mentions of pregnancy, Non Con moments. Moodboard made by @angrybirdcrGo check out her work, its STUNNING.

Wilfords Demands and other Darkish!Curtis fics- (Complete)

Wilford uses men like Curtis to sire children for his use, and has issued Curtis his own permanent companion, You. But can he keep you? Others seem to have eyes on you as well. (Darkish Themed) Moodboard made by @thelemonadestxnd

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader AU (ongoing) 

You left behind your life in New York for Lake Superior, settling in Duluth, Minnesota as Mason Academy's newest eighth grade teacher. You weren't suspecting to meet anyone, nor were you looking. But when a field trip introduced you to Curtis Everett, your chance meeting opened another new chapter for you.

The Perfect Life-  A Dark Series with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes (Complete) 

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are tired, tired of not having what they have longed for all these years. Modern time dating is hard. Its just easier to take what they want. 

Rose Red All Hallow’s Eve- (complete) 

Welcome to Rose Red, the famously haunted mansion in New York State thats open for one night a year, Hallow’s Eve. Come for a visit, stay a while. We promise that you will not want to leave. 

Home Sweet Home- (Andy Barber AU) (complete)

The Barbers are just starting to settle down into a new life and a growing family. Its time for a bigger and better house, a place they can call home. But they might not be the only ones to call Amityville Home. 

Settling In Devil Creek- Chased By The Pale Moonlight / Drunk On A Devil’s Hunger (Lee Bodecker AU) 

You purchase a small town diner in Devil Creek. The locals welcome you as one of there own, becoming especially popular with the towns Sheriff, Lee Bodecker. But another man of power in the town takes notice of you as well and things are not as they always first appear. 

Hypnotic Stirrings- (Nick Vaughn AU) (complete)

You and Nick have made the house a home in the little Chicago neighborhood where everything is about community. You two were the perfect addition to the street and welcomed with enthusiasm. You couldn't be happier in your perfect community. The house wasn't always a home though and nothing is ever perfect. 

The Pack/Shifter Series- 

Alpha of the Mountain Pack Steve Rogers welcomes a shifter in need of sanctuary. The Alpha finds out she’s so much more. (A/B/O AU)

Ransom Drysdale Advent Calendar- (complete) 

24 days of Ransom trying to do everyday tasks. Written with @what-is-your-backupplan-today and @ohthankevans13 Moodboard made by what-is-your-backupplan-today.) 

Precarious Agreements (complete) 

You and Ransom once had an arrangement that worked for both of you, Friends with Benefits. That was until Ransom cost you your job. You swore off the trust fund prick, he made your life harder then it was and in the long run you two just weren’t good together, never have been. That is until a couple years later he comes back into your life. Maybe you are not done with him, just like he isnt done with you. 

Feeding The Flames: Johnny Storm Smut Series (Ongoing)

A series of shorts done for @imanuglywombat “Is that even a sex position?” Weekly Challenge featuring our favorite Fantastic Four member, Johnny Storm. 

Going Off Script- Playing It Cool AU (Ongoing)

Mike (Renamed from Me) are doing the whole Couple lifestyle. With all its ups and downs that go with it. 

Owned Sinfully Sweet- Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Mob AU (ongoing)

Club Owners and Mobsters Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes claim you as their Doll. Now everything you do is for them and them alone. 

Taking The Risks- (ongoing)

Mike Weiss and You have a problem. Well more than a problem, you both are addicts. Add on the fact that you are a working girl for one of the most powerful men in Houston Texas, it just doesn't spell anything good for you. But Mike is insistent that you both can get out of that life.

Nick Gant (Push) 

I haven’t got much here yet, but someday there will be. 

Chris Evans Characters- 

Characters such as Steve Rogers (Captain America), Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out), Colin Shea (Whats Your Number) Paul Diskant (Street Kings) Johnny Dobyne (Loss of a Teardrop Diamond) Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort) Mike Weiss (Puncture) Robert Pronge/Mr.Freezy- (Iceman) 

Chris Evans- (One Shots)

Randomness Things- (One Shots) 

Characters that I dont normally write for (Peter Quill, Deadpool, Loki) and just open interpretation kind of writing with a picture attached.

Challenges and Prompts- 

Sweaters Any Fucking Fic Challenge- Closed.

Sweaters Birthday Celebration- Closed 

Sage and Sweaters Winter/Holiday Festival Challenge- Closed

Sensory Prompts with Random Characters- Open Requests

Short Drabbes List- Open Requests

Gif Exchange Masterlist- Closed

Sleepy Prompts List- Open Requests

Maximum Effort Masterlist- Collab with @wiypt-writes

Triple Frontier AU- 

Supernatural Verse- (One Shots) 

[georgiapeach30513]

What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 2

Summary:  Things are about to get more interesting.  Steve makes you a promise, but does Johnny as well?

Pairings:  Steve Rogers X Reader, Nick Fowler X Reader, Johnny Storm X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, ABO dynamics, slapping,  biting/marking, scenting, manipulation, kidnapping, Omega trafficking, unprotected sex, knotting, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

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Nick has never let any designation have so much power over him, and somehow, you, an Omega have it all. He found himself watching you on the cameras more, found the random excuse to visit you, and even retrieved a few of your clothes from the wash, just to have that sweet smell of you surrounding him always. Nick wasn’t like this. He was chosen to be in this close proximity because he could handle the needs of Omegas without pushing past their boundaries, not anymore.  You had changed that, and he hated it, and didn’t understand it.

Even now as he stares at a more troublesome Omega in your room. He was causing problems to this operation. He growls when he sees your image reach towards Steve’s marks. It had cost too much money to remove those bonds. Male Omegas were rare, and the Royal Pony wanted something special. He was that thing. Regardless of the problems he posed.

You were beginning to get curious about the normal life of an Omega. But the other ones were not a fan of yours. They could feel the adoration coming from Nick. They could smell your need to please him. And you never had the amount of clients they did.  You were unique, and he couldn’t let just any Beta have you.

What they didn’t understand was you were special. Had never been mated or taken a knot. You in fact were the rare one.

He lifts his highball glass to his lips, the ice clinking, and he lets the harsh bitterness of the dark liquor try to take his mind off things. Peggy walks into the office staring at him. Sweat lining his brow, and she wants to laugh, he’d brought this on himself. She decided not to stop the other Omegas from messing with your suppressants.

“Sir?”

“What?” Nick slams his fist down on the desk, spinning around to glare at her. “What do you want now, Omega?”

“I was told to tell you that Johnny Storm has called for another meeting.”

With every breath Nick takes, a growl exits his throat, and Peggy can’t help but to giggle at his predicament. Johnny had never wanted a second meeting with any of the other Omegas, and he had gone through all of them.  “Also, turn on the news.”

“Make sure Steve isn’t romanticizing his marks! She’s too curious.”

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with you scenting her every chance you get. Sucking on her mating gland,” his hand connects to her face, and she grabs ahold of it, yelping in pain.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth about that. Do not test me Omega. That was strike three. Go clean the fucking toilets and make yourself useful.”

“His mates are making an announcement later. Make sure you tune in,” Peggy spits up at him before following his Alpha command.

You giggle at Steve, shaking your head no. But with a grab of both your hands he places them on his marks, “Massage them, they hurt.”

“Do you still feel them?”

“I think so,” his mouth barely turns into a smile, and you pity him. You craved for a mate, but this seems so much more cruel. It was inhumane to rip Steve away from them. “I can still smell them. He was mint and leather, and she was woody, only a small bit of lavender. They were perfect. They’ll find me. And I’m bringing you with me.”

Dropping your hands in his lap, your face turns down, “I don’t want to leave Nick. He’s mine, I can feel it,” the mere mention of Nick’s name making your mating gland pulse, and Steve reaches up, tickling the area with his thumb.

“He won’t claim you.”

“He will,” your voice goes a bit louder, but one look into Steve’s eyes, and you can’t stay mad. He gives you a sheepish grin, running his thumb over your blemish free neck all but the faded hickey, and your eyes cast to the bed. “He will.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I’ve seen his eyes, and…”

“Steven, that will be all for today,” Nick tells the small man, as he walks into your room. Mad again. His anger has you needing to hold him. Steve gives you a pitiful smile before he walks towards the door, getting stopped by Nick, who holds his arm roughly.

“If you don’t quit with this talk, I’ll give you five clients in one day. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

You don’t rush over to Nick like you normally do, making him stare at you confused. “Omega?”

“You shouldn’t be so mean to him. Steve is precious. Take it back,” you had never spoken out of turn. Someone was getting to you, and he wasn’t sure who.

Nick starts backing you up to the bed, and you smell a spike in his scent, clouding your judgment, and your designation taking over and you tilt your head, reaching to pull down your panties. “Nick,” you whimper.

His eyes dark pools of lust when he guides you to the bed. Laying you down, while he hovers over you. “Nick, it’s right there.”

Your hand palms him over his jeans, shuttering at actually touching him.

“My god, you smell so good,” his voice raspy as his nose rubs over your throbbing mating gland. Biting back the urge to not claim you. “Dammit.”

“Nick, please,” you push your thighs further apart, and he glances down. Your thighs glistening with slick, and you still had those stupid cotton panties on. With a quick movement of his hand he has them ripped off, and he spreads your thighs further. Staring at your exposed core. “Alpha?”

Oh he wished you hadn’t said that. Wished you weren’t beaming up at him. Your hand roams through your folds, and you give him a sweet smile, “Alpha, it could be yours,” your head still tilted, and run your hand over your gland. “Everyday.”

“Omega, you’re teasing me,” you give him a little pout, but it doesn’t stop your haggard breathing. Your gland showing how fast your heart was beating, “But you are a pretty little thing. Such a sweet and almost pure Omega.”

Purring at his praise, he moves back down to hover over your body. So close and still not where you want him. Bringing your hand to caress his mating gland, he tilts his head to the side for better access. He had never given you much of him. Never had given you the ability to kiss along his neck.

His scent was becoming stronger, deeper. You roll your eyes in the back of your head when your teeth make contact with his skin, and he pushes you back down to the bed.

“I have to go,” Nick shouts, crawling off your bed. He stomps down the hallway, grabbing a key off his desk, he’ll be going to the basement for a few days.

“Peggy, have Marshall oversee the business. I need a few days. Storm has no reason to visit.”

“He’s doubled his price.”

“Dammit,” he grunts. Wiping the sweat off his brow. He had to get out of here. “One hour.”

“He paid for two.”

“She,” he doesn’t want to tell her. Definitely doesn’t want Johnny to know. “Give her a few days. She’s in heat.”

“And you’re in rut. How poetic.”

“I’ll slap you everyday, until you learn your place!” he slaps at her face again, seething that she dares to bring this up.

“It’s her scent. You’re pushing your boundaries. Johnny is a Beta, this should be a fun exercise for her.”

“I said no!”

“And Peggy makes sense,” Nick nods his head at Marshall, while he looks into your bedroom. “She’s only started,” he smells you all over Nick, and it gives him enough pause not to go to the basement. “Johnny Storm paid double the asking price. He’ll get that, and with one very needy Omega. You’re dismissed. Peggy, once Storm leaves. Bring our sweet Fireball some of Nick’s clothes. He’s the one that started this mess. And don’t try and deny that you aren’t scenting her every fucking day. What did you think would happen? Get out of my sight,” flicking his hand towards him he gives a nod to Peggy.

“Leave her be for now, something tells me Storm will like her needy and dripping wet.  A Beta with a huge Alpha complex.  This should be interesting.  Have one of the Betas take some waters to Nick’s cage for the next few days.  He’ll get thirsty.”

You clutch at your stomach, rolling yourself up into a ball. Thinking about how this happened. The suppressants have always worked. Nick made sure you took them daily. And now it was just blinding pain.

“Holy shit,” Johnny walks over to your bed, clicking his tongue. He places a hand over your forehead, and wants to scream at the Pony for letting him even enter this room.

“It hurts.”

“I know it does,” he coos. Your body naturally tries to shuffle closer to him, and he wants to bring himself out of his designation for the moment, but you need him. You were hurting, running a fever, and you needed release. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make it stop,” you whine at him. Reaching out a hand to him. He looks at the appendage, before looking at you. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”

“Shit shit shit. No, this…no. I haven’t even got time to play with you, and now I’m walking into you in full blown heat? No, you’re supposed to be on suppressants. I thought you smelled extra sweet that first time. Where are they?”

“Nick gives them to me, he keeps them in the office. Please, Johnny, it hurts!”

“Don’t use that voice on me. I’m weak. I can’t…holy shit,” groaning when you spread your legs for him. You were drenched. “I’d be doing you a favor.”

“Uh huh. There’s covers,” you try and pull open a drawer, but Johnny starts walking closer to you.

“You forget, I’m a real Alpha. I don’t need to fake my knot,” you stare up at him owlishly, but when he gets close enough, you’re pulling at his hips. “That fucking collar on your neck. What would they do if you had an Alpha claim on you? Think they’d have the bond removed?”

“Johnny?”

“That’s Alpha. Now, I’m going to do what Nick couldn’t. I’m going to take care of you,” his deep voice traveling right to your core, and you pull him into you.

Johnny snarls at the smell of Nick all over you. Tugging at his pants to get away from the stench if only for a second. Your sweet little cries, making his cock twitch. He was doing you a favor. You needed this relief. When he yanks off his shirt, your hands smooth over his hard chest, and he falters a moment. This wasn’t the magical moment he had envisioned, but you were trembling. A deep ache running all through your body, and he had to help you.

“Alpha,” you whisper so sweetly, just before he crashes into your wet heat. Your eyes turning completely black. His hips pushing him into you almost too gently. Arching your back, he rips off your dress. Sighing at the mild form of his strength, he has to look directly into your eyes. That gland deeply pulsing, visible even with the collar. Beating with an even deeper need. A need to be claimed and owned.

“You really are the perfect Omega, huh?” biting your lip you nod up at him, and he loses some self control. His pace changes to pounding into you. Bringing himself closer to that collar, he nuzzles over the leather. “Fucking Nick, this would be so much better without him. Has he touched you?”

“No, sir.”

“Of course he hasn’t. He just wants to make you weak and compliant for his own selfish needs. You want it?” feeling your walls flutter around him, he knows you’re so close, right at the edge of the best euphoria of your life.  Getting a high off just thinking about having his knot.  Your body was made to take whatever he decided to give you.  Molding perfectly to his cock, and he knows the best is yet to come. And the way you were gripping tight to his back, hugging his length immaculately, he’s close too. “Do you want it, Omega?”

“Yes! Please!” splitting you in half when he drives into you with such force, deep into your womb. His knot expanding, and you sob out his name, your nails digging into his back, making him hiss out in a pleasured pain. “Johnny.”

“Shh, enjoy this. You look so pretty with tears in your eyes. No one can ever take this away from me,” kissing around your hairline, he blows a cool bit of air in your sweaty and sticky skin. “It’s okay, to rest now.”

Nick turns on the tv in the basement, and he couldn’t miss them if he tried. Another fucking press conference. “Fucking hell! Marshall is going to ruin us all. He had to have that skinny little bitch.”

Bucky grabs Natasha’s hands as they walk up to the podium, sick and out of their minds from losing their mate. Bucky, a highly skilled detective, and Natasha, a brutal lawyer were not ones to be messed with, and they were putting all their effort into finding Steve.

“There have been rumors of Omegas being kidnapped and taken into brothels. Omegas are not pets. They are to be cherished, and ours was. He’s now been missing for six months, the number of missing Omegas is growing, and we have to be vigilant in capturing the ones doing this. If you have any information about our Omega, or any of the missing ones, you can call the hotline. Detective Barnes and myself may be in search for what is ours, but in the process we’re searching for other’s mates as well. Just bring him and the other scared Omegas home. We have teamed up with another who lost their unclaimed Omega. Taken the night before their wedding. He has helped us in our efforts, so please welcome...”

Growling Nick throws the tv to a wall. They were screwed, and if he found you, there would be hell to pay. Kidnapping you was on Nick. But you came willingly. You didn’t want to stay with him. Nick saved you.  He takes a deep calming breath, he was going to have to do something he said he wouldn’t. Nick was trying to save you.

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Dirty Drabbles Masterlist (18+)

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Steve Eating you out so hard you pass out M’Baku fucking you while T’Challa watches Omega!Reader X Alpha!Avengers Tony Getting off to Steve and Bucky fucking you Bucky/Steve fucking you in the ass Rough mirror sex with Bucky Ddlg w/ Stucky Yours& Steve’s sex tape gets leaked to the rest of the Avengers Clint teaches Pietro how to pleasure you Tony shares you with Steve and Bucky Nat makes you squirt w/ a strap on and Clint watches Bucky takes your virginity Nat makes you squirt on Sam’s face Deepthroating Bucky.  PART TWO Riding Steve’s thigh Steve & cum-eating Everyone getting a turn with you    PART TWO Stucky fucking you outdoors Ddlg w/ Steve and Nat Sitting on Steve’s face Bucky fucking you against a window Bucky making you squirt on Steve and Tony Steve gets in on Bucky’s lactation kink Bucky fisting you for the first time Cockwarming Steve Ddlg w/ Bucky The team edges you as punishment Bucky doesn’t let you touch him Being Steve’s Pet Pet play w/ Bucky Bucky wakes you up w/ sex Peter Rough/Soft smut (Aged Up) Bucky eating you out until you cry Steve degrading/humiliating you in front of the team.  PART TWO How Bucky fucks you in different places Steve's Sadistic Bucky has a lactation kink Anal w/ Bucky Pain Play w/ Tony Mean!Dom!Steve Cockwarming Bucky BDSM & Aftercare w/ Avengers Face Riding Bucky/Destroyer!Chris Doggy Style & Lactation w/ Stucky Wanda and Thor get you off with their powers Riding Steve Stony X Reader Recruitment Requirements (Avengers X Reader) Rough sex with Peter P. Steve denying your orgasm Stepdad!Steve taking advantage of naïve reader Peter P. and Reader fucking in front of Flash Humiliation w/ Nat Anal training w/ Steve Surprise Drabble (Bucky) Somnophilia w/ Bucky Steve & Thor w/ size kink & creampie Rhodey X Reader  Nat teasing you during a meeting Domming Steve w/ Nat & Wanda Peter P. w/ a mommy kink Steve spanking you in the Avengers kitchen Reader being a toy for the whole team.    Part Two  Scissoring w/ Wanda Peter P. w/ humiliation kink Aftercare w/ Steve Humiliation kink w/ Bucky.  Part Two Lactation and rough fucking w/ Bucky Passing out while the team fucks you Johnny storm rough sex Bucky w/ Cum eating Period sex w/ Thor Thor teasing you during a meeting Nat teaching the team how to make you squirt Avengers jerking off on you Fisting w/ Steve Getting caught fucking Peter P in college Rough sex W/ avengers  Seeing who can make you squirt the most Breeding kink w/ dark!Steve Team masturbating to Tony and Steve fucking you Size+Daddy kink w/ Thor Getting passed between Steve and Thor Stephen Strange w/ daddy kink Slow sex w/ Pietro Fucking in front of the Avengers (Steve) Rough sex w/ Steve Steve degrading you Double Vag w/ Stucky Steve fucking the young new recruit Spanking w/ Steve Team masturbating to Stucky fucking you Avengers fucking you rough & raw You & Nat domming Steve

ABO with Bucky DDLG/Dark!Doctor!Bucky Rough Pet Play w/ Bucky Step!bro!Steve 

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Watch My Heart Burn

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Go ahead and watch my heart burn

With the fire that you started in me

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

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

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

[gamerwoo]

Taeyong: Dominant

@neverknewgrey2016 asked: Okay, I know NCT requests aren’t open rn, BUT, in case you open them later while I’m asleep, (b/c i have to get to bed for school) you know what to do. Taeyong. I’ll let you choose his mate (b/c if I was gonna pick it was gonna be a female either human or other alpha, but I don’t want anyone to be upset it’s another female so if you had one set in mind, i give you reins) ANYWAY, I am just hyped for it... not the point, i love you and i am going to sleep now ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Characters: Taeyong x female reader (featuring NCT)

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, kinda enemies to lovers???, angst, very slight crack at the beginning, smut (dom/sub themes, slight degradation, mirror sex, kind of hate fucking tbh lmao, sub!Taeyong)

Word count: 4,768

Summary: You’re a werewolf hunter. You’re ruthless, cold, and trained to kill. Taeyong is the alpha of one of the largest werewolf packs. He’s quick, smart, and incredibly strong. Despite all that, he can’t help that he imprints on the one person trained to kill him, and you can’t help that you can’t deny the feeling, either -- but it doesn’t mean you won’t have a little fun with it.

a/n: Star came up with this idea completely and it made me w e a k 

Renjun stared down at their captive, a puzzled look on his face as he considered where to go from here. He couldn’t just let a werewolf hunter kill one of his brothers -- even if Jaemin was incredibly oblivious to it -- but he also couldn’t kill you because he just couldn’t bring himself to kill anybody. But he had to figure something out before Winwin got home -- Jeno would probably help if he found out, but the less people that knew, the better.

So far, the only people in the pack that were aware of the captive hunter were Renjun, Jaemin, Haechan, and Hendery. The four werewolves were there when everything happened, and they all helped in tying up the hunter and bringing them to Renjun’s apartment that he shared with Jaemin, Jeno, and Winwin. But they couldn’t keep the hunter there forever, so they were trying to come up with a new plan.

“Well,” Haechan began with a soft sigh, tilting his head to one side as he looked at the angry and thrashing hunter on the floor, “I know Mark’s home, but if we can sneak her past him, nobody will ever know.”

“We have to be positive that Mark won’t see, because he’s absolutely going to tell somebody,” Jaemin nodded.

“Maybe we should tell somebody...” Hendery shrugged, his voice quiet. “It’s not like we did anything wrong.”

“We literally took a werewolf hunter captive,” Renjun reminded him, as if the angry noises around the gag in the hunter’s mouth wasn’t enough. “Do you know what that means?”

“More hunters will come looking,” Jaemin said with a sigh, looking away from the hunter on the floor to his brothers. “Which means we really have to figure out what to do -- fast.”

“That’s why we should tell somebody,” Hendery insisted. “Taeyong-hyung will know what to do -- or Kun at the very least!”

“Both of them will have all our asses,” Renjun stated sharply. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought of what to do next before he was calling orders like an alpha. “Jaemin and Hendery, help me with her. Donghyuk, do you think you can make sure there’s no way Mark will see us come in?”

Haechan’s smile was almost evil as walked toward the door, “I got it.”

All you could do was sit on the floor before the remaining three werewolves, thrashing against the hardwood floor.

-

With Mark out of the way (”how did you knock Mark out?” “I was told to take care of him, nobody told me how to do it.”), the three werewolves were free to move you from Renjun’s apartment, to Haechan’s. Making sure nobody heard them moving through the hall and up two floors was a little hard, but they managed.

“Johnny will be too worked up over Nina visiting in a few day to pay attention, and Yuta will assume somebody’s just in the bathroom if the door is locked,” Haechan smiled proudly once you were set in the bathtub. “We’ll be fine.”

“What do we do with...these?” Jaemin asked, holding up the box of weapons they’d gotten off of you.

Renjun groaned, “Who gave Jaemin the weapons?”

“Better than giving them to you,” Haechan scoffed as the four boys exited the bathroom, making sure to keep the door locked on their way out.

And that was when you started to try to escape.

-

Taeyong had been hearing the same weird noises all damn evening. Ever since he got home, all he could heard was banging and groaning -- and not the sexual kind. He was starting to think he should go in search of the source, but he wasn’t sure if it was one of the other occupants of the building that he wasn’t as familiar with.

Then again, it was his own pack that typically caused the odd shenanigans.

“What the fuck is coming from Johnny’s apartment?” Doyoung asked as he walked through the front door, closing it a little too hard with his annoyance.

Taeyong gave him a quizzical look, “How do you know it’s Johnny’s?”

“Oh, I thought Nina showed up early,” Jungwoo said with a shrug from where he was doing his homework at the coffee table.

“That doesn’t sound like Nina,” Doyoung told him.

Jungwoo only let out a little huff, “How am I supposed to remember what she sounds like? I only met her for five minutes last year.”

“Look, it doesn’t matter,” Taeyong said, trying to stop the conversation before Doyoung and Jungwoo started bickering about Jungwoo’s lack of knowledge of Johnny’s mate. “I’ll go check it out, alright?”

So the alpha left the apartment, going up the stairs to where Johnny, Yuta, Haechan, and Mark all lived together. He was pretty much expecting the usual antics from them -- probably Haechan doing some dumb prank on Mark -- but as he got closer to the apartment, he had the urge to both rush into the room but also to retreat as far away as possible. Despite the hairs standing up on the back of his neck at whatever it was in there that he could sense, he also smelled the sweetest scent he’d ever smelled in his life.

Either way, he assumed it was best that he called in some backup.

After a quick text to the groupchat, Taeyong was being accompanied by Kun, Ten, Doyoung, Jungwoo, and Yangyang -- the latter just wanted to tag along. Unfortunately for the four that had found and captured you, none of them were paying attention to their phones to see that Taeyong intended on searching the apartment that you were stored away in.

Taeyong used the spare key to get in, looking around and sniffing cautiously. Even Yangyang who was the youngest among them whined at the odd sense of danger coming from the apartment.

“Should we split up?” Ten asked. “Some of us search the bedrooms, and the others search the kitchen, living room, and bathroom?”

Taeyong sniffed the air carefully, trying to follow the sweet smell in the air -- everybody else smelled a stranger, but they had all originally thought maybe it was somebody in a neighboring apartment that had visitors or something.

“No,” he shook his head as he started to make his way to the bathroom, “follow me.”

The group made their way to the bathroom door. Seeing the light on, Taeyong tried the door only to see that it was locked. Without hesitation, Taeyong got his ID card from his wallet and slid it into the door in an attempt to get the lock out. When he finally did get the door open, he froze where he was.

You stared at the six werewolves from where you were face-down on the bathroom floor, your hands still tied behind you and your ankles still taped together. You knew you were less than intimidating like this, and you knew you had no way to protect yourself if these new werewolves intended to attack.

All eyes suddenly shifted to red as low growls filled the room -- all except one. Taeyong just stared at you with his golden eyes, his mouth slightly agape as he tried to make sense of the storm of contradicting feelings inside of him. He knew he was supposed to fear you, and yet, he only wanted to get closer and help you. He had completely forgotten about his pack behind him until Ten suddenly lunged forward at you.

Taeyong grabbed him by the back of his shirt just in time, yanking him back.

“Take Yangyang and get him out of here,” Taeyong instructed. “Jungwoo, you bring him home.”

“Hyung, what’re you doing?” Ten wondered, not understanding how the alpha could not only be so calm, but didn’t suddenly get defensive in the presence of a werewolf hunter.

Taeyong just shook his head, “Just go do it. Yangyang might get hurt.”

It was partly a lie, but he was still worried about the youngest of their small group being around a werewolf hunter -- even if you were tied up and without any weapons. 

As Jungwoo led Yangyang out of the apartment, Taeyong cautiously walked forward, hands up slightly to show his surrender. You watched him carefully, eyes narrowed as he took slow steps toward you.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised, his tone soft. “I’m just going to help you off the floor, okay?”

Of course, you felt the pull as soon as he did. Immediately after your eyes landed on him, you felt what he did but at a lesser extent -- you still felt it, nonetheless. You knew what had happened, and you also knew it meant this pack probably wasn’t letting you go anytime soon. If you had the choice, you’d tell the wolf to fuck off and just let him die while you went back to your group. You’d already lost one of yours to a werewolf -- he’d imprinted on her, and she was still his mate to this day -- and you didn’t plan on having the same fate. Your group still resented her -- although, you weren’t too sure about Zuho’s feelings toward her anymore.

Where the werewolf’s hands touched you, it felt like tiny sparks of warmth coursing through you. You cursed your body for enjoying his touch when your brain kept telling you it was wrong.

Once you were upright, the wolf just seemed to stare at you, his hands still gripping your arms.

“Hyung?” one of them finally spoke up, clearing his throat. “What do we do with her?”

He didn’t even look back at them when he answered, his eyes never leaving you, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.”

-

Of course it was the alpha. Why wouldn’t your mate be the fucking alpha, right? 

This alpha didn’t come across as an alpha to you. You knew he was the alpha because even you could sense it, but honestly, you thought maybe the one with black hair that kept bickering with the innocent-looking should’ve been the alpha because he just had that aura about him. Then again, you figured there might’ve been more to the pack than just the ones that you met since they kept talking about so many people over the five days you were kept as captive.

Speaking of which, you didn’t feel like a captive -- at least, not when the alpha was around. You were constantly being watched in the apartment he lived in but he -- you remembered his name was Taeyong but you couldn’t really keep up with anybody else’s names -- seemed to treat you more like a guest than anything else. The rest of the pack that he had keep an eye on you clearly didn’t like you, but it made you feel smug more than anything else.

“Hey, Doyoung--”

“Bye.”

You watched with a smirk as Doyoung immediately pushed passed Taeyong as the alpha walked through the door, going straight out the way Taeyong came.

Taeyong spun around, watching Doyoung go, “What’s wrong?”

“She’s pissing me off!” he huffed before he slammed the door shut.

Taeyong turned back to look at you, but all you did was shrug and keep your cocky smirk on your face. You got bored so what else were you supposed to do? Annoying the werewolves might’ve become your new favorite thing to do.

But as much as you liked seeing the older wolves get pissed off -- the tiny, sassy one even almost slapped you once -- you needed a plan to get home. You had somewhat of an idea but you knew it was a long shot. But considering you were always being watched without any of your weapons, you didn’t think you could just get yourself free and climb out the window. Without your weapons, you had no surefire way to beat any of the wolves.

Taeyong let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. He really had no idea what to do with you but he didn’t want to let you go. It wasn’t just because he was afraid you’d never come back to him, but he knew you’d be a threat to his pack. You’d probably come back with more hunters and he wasn’t going to let anybody in his pack get hurt -- even if that meant keeping you captive like a caged animal. He at least was making sure you were comfortable, and that was enough to ease his conscience -- mostly.

“C’mon,” he nodded his head toward the hallway where his bedroom was, “it’s bedtime.”

“It’s like, 7 o’clock,” you scoffed. “I’m not going to sleep.”

“You don’t have to sleep but you have to stay in my room with me,” he sighed as he walked over to get you. “You know this already so don’t act like--”

“Don’t touch me,” you growled as he reached his hand out to grip your upper arm.

He pulled his hand away, lifting his hands in the air in surrender, “_____...”

Something about the fact that Taeyong -- despite looking absolutely exhausted -- still wasn’t mad at you, was making you mad. Why didn’t he ever lash out? Why didn’t he yell at you or manhandle you despite your warnings? Why did he only show kindness and patience? What kind of alpha was this guy?

You opened your mouth, ready to tell Taeyong he could take his bedtime and shove it up his ass, but you didn’t even get a sound out before there was a knock at the door. Before Taeyong could even say anything, it was opened, the tiny one with a big mouth strolling in like he owned the place.

“So what did that demon lady do to Doyoung that made him so--” he stopped when he noticed you, blocked behind Taeyong’s body. “Oh, it’s here.”

You frowned, glaring over at the wolf, “Fuck off.”

“I’m not scared of you, princess,” he sneered. “I’ll kick your ass into last year.”

“Ten, that’s enough,” Taeyong scolded.

“I’d like to see you try,” you scoffed, ignoring the alpha.

“_____, you quit it, too,” he frowned.

Ten raised an eyebrow, “Don’t tempt me.”

Your selective hearing decided to only hear “tempt me” so you stood up on the couch, ready to lunge at Ten. But as soon as you were in the air, arms stretched out to claw at the wolf, you were caught by something solid, making you huff.

“I said to stop,” Taeyong stated, sounding like a stern father as he held you over his shoulder. “Ten, go home.”

“But she--”

“Go home!” he told him again, walking straight down the hallway toward his bedroom.

You were kicking and yelling the entire way to Taeyong’s bedroom. You demanded he put you down, punching his back as your legs kicked to get free. But Taeyong was much stronger than you and easily kept you in place with one arm, not putting you down until he’d shut and locked the door, keeping the key safely hidden away so you couldn’t get to it.

You huffed, flipping your hair out of your face once your feet were back on the floor, “I told you not to touch me!”

“You lunged at Ten,” was all he said, not really paying much attention as he took off his shirt to get ready to sleep. 

And he still didn’t sound angry.

“How are you so calm?!” you finally burst.

Taeyong turned to look at you, his torso bare but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it as he chuckled, “What?”

“You haven’t got angry with me all fucking week and all I’ve done is try to make you hate me so you’ll leave me alone!” you exclaimed, tossing your hands in the air. “Why the fuck can’t you just hate me?”

He just shrugged, “Because I could never hate you.”

“I tried to kill somebody in your pack, I’ve harassed all of them, and I tried to fight one of them a second ago, and you don’t hate me?” you scoffed. “You’re the alpha, why can’t you act like one?!”

“I’ve kept you away from the younger ones and the irresponsible ones, and nobody’s died yet. I’d say that’s responsible of me.”

Your blood was boiling. He really just didn’t give a shit what you did to him or his pack, did he? But you wanted him angry. You wanted him to hate you so much that fate would just give up and assign him a new mate -- it probably didn’t work like that but damnit, you were still trying to be that awful.

You lifted your hand, wanting to see if just straight up slapping him would do anything, but he caught your wrist with ease. He wasn’t even looking at you anymore, his still brown eyes wandering around the room as he looked for his pajamas, humming softly to himself.

Furious was an understatement. You hated Taeyong. You hated that he was a werewolf and that he’d imprinted on you. You hated that despite all that, you still felt something in your heart because of the pull, and you hated that he was godlike as he stood in front of you shirtless. 

Taeyong was well aware that you didn’t like him. He knew you were his enemy and he knew you were sticking by that despite the imprinting pull but he didn’t really mind. He figured with kindness, you’d come around overtime. He just had to practice patience with you, which he did pretty easily even though the rest of his pack clearly did not.

But because he knew you disliked him, he was surprised when he felt you grip his jaw and force his head toward you before pressing your lips hard against his. 

But he also wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away from him.

He released your wrist, his hands going to your waist as your hands tangled in his hair. You’d backed him up until his back hit the door with a thud. He wasn’t sure why you were suddenly doing this but he couldn’t say he didn’t like it, especially when your hips started rolling into his. He let out a soft moan, your teeth tugging on his bottom lip.

“Maybe I should show you how to be an alpha,” you said in a low, sultry tone.

Your hands moved down to grip his shoulders. You spun the two of you around before you shoved him over to the bed. He landed on his back on the mattress, holding himself up with his forearms as you stalked over to him, taking off your shirt and shoving your tight pants as you went. His eyes raked down your body that was now only clad in a bra and your underwear as the brown began to melt away, being replaced by red.

You climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips before leaning down to hungrily kiss his lips again. Your hips ground down into him, your thin panties not doing much as a barrier between the erection growing in his jeans and your center. His hands were moving all over your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake that you didn’t even want to feel so it only fueled your anger-induced arousal even further.

Taeyong’s fingers easily unclipped your bra, sliding it down your arms and tossing it wherever. His hands massaged your breasts, feeling a sense of pride when he managed to pull a quiet moan from your lips. He tried to make it louder, thrusting up into you suddenly.

Your hands went to his hips, pinning them down, “No, you’re listening to me right now. Got it?”

Despite his instincts to be the dominant one, he nodded. There was no way he was going to mess this up, even if it meant having to keep his instincts in check. Plus, being dominated by you sounded pretty nice to him.

It wasn’t long until you were both completely naked, articles of clothing scattered across the floor. You had sat up with your hands on Taeyong’s chest, your nails digging into his skin and pulling growls from his chest as you teased his cock by rutting against it, letting the shaft move through your folds but not actually putting it inside you like he so desperately wanted. Still, he held onto your hips and moaned out your name, his head falling back.

“Look at you,” you breathed out, your own skin covered in a thin layer of sweat already, “submitting to your enemy. What kind of werewolf are you? Let alone an alpha.”

All Taeyong could manage was a whimper of “please” in response.

You smirked, slowing down the already slow pace of your hips, “Please what? You can’t even use your words properly?”

“Please ride me, _____,” he groaned.

You scoffed, raising your hips away from him and making him let out a whine.

“Any other alpha wouldn’t ask,” you told him, “they’d just take it. You really are too soft, aren’t you?”

But Taeyong didn’t want to just take it. He wanted you to want to give it to him -- even if it meant begging all night.

You pointed to the head of the bed, “Sit up against the headboard.”

Taeyong did as told immediately, scrambling backwards. He let his back rest against the headboard, his legs stretched out in front of him. You glanced over your shoulder at the two panels of the closet door that were made up of mirrors, smirking at your idea.

“If you want me to ride you so badly,” you began as you crawled over to him, straddling him again but this time, facing away from him and looking at the mirrors, “then you’re going to watch it all happen. And if you take your eyes off that mirror, you won’t like the consequences. Got it, wolf?”

Taeyong nodded obediently, his hands finding your waist.

You held the base of his cock, lining it up with your center before you slowly slid down, letting out an involuntary moan at the feeling. You’d had sex before but somehow none of that felt as good as this simple action, and that only made you more angry that this stupid alpha wolf was just so perfect. But he only seemed so perfect to you because you were literally made for him.

Fate really hated you.

Taeyong let out a whimper, his fingers gripping your skin harder. You could feel his thighs tremble when you’d finally gone all the way down on him as he tried to resist the urge to buck up into you. 

You placed your hands on his thighs and slowly lifted yourself up before going back down. Taeyong let out a strangled moan, his eyes locked on the mirror like you told him. From the way his eyes cast downward, you knew he was looking at where he disappeared inside you. You could feel the growl from his chest vibrating against your back.

You set a steady pace with Taeyong letting you do whatever you wanted. He kept his hands on your hips -- he’d tried to let them wander but you sharply told him to keep them there or you’d stop -- and let out moans and growls.

You clenched around him when you’d angled yourself to hit a new spot, causing Taeyong to whimper your name.

“Not such a big bad wolf now, are you?” you smirked, continuing to bounce on his length.

“You feel so good,” he moaned, his head falling back into the headboard.

You reached around his neck, gripping the hair on the back of his head and forcing him to look up again, glaring at him in the mirror, “What did I tell you? Watch.”

You leaned back to give him a better view of his length disappearing inside of you. Even you were biting your lip as you watched, soft moans falling from your lips. Your other hand traveled down your body to rub your clit, chasing the high that was quickly building.

“For an alpha,” you began in a breathy tone between moans and curses, “you sure take orders pretty well. You sure you’re not a beta, wolf?”

Taeyong’s eyes flashed up to the reflection of yours, letting out a low, warning growl.

You smirked, eyebrows raising, “Oh, not so shy and submissive now? What’re you gonna do about it?”

Not wanting to risk you suddenly stopping when he was so close, Taeyong averted his eyes from yours. You exhaled in what was some sort of half-assed laugh, moving your hips quicker.

“That’s what I thought.”

Taeyong whined, his claws scratching pink marks into your skin, “P-please...”

“Please what?” you asked in a teasing tone. “Do you want to cum?”

He nodded, another moan leaving his throat.

“Too bad. You have to wait until I do.”

Taeyong groaned. Every instinct inside him was screaming to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress but he was doing his best to resist. But if he had to be teased like this any longer, he was pretty sure he was going to snap.

He was too caught up in trying to hold himself back that he didn’t realize you were cumming until you clenched around him and dropped your head back onto his shoulder. He shuddered at the feeling of your walls closing in on him, biting his lip to hold himself back as you continued to bounce on him and ride out your orgasm. While your eyes were closed, he took the time to appreciate your blissed-out face and how beautiful you looked with your features scrunched up in pleasure.

Normally, you would’ve gotten off of Taeyong and just had him finish himself off -- that was your original idea. But you were on cloud nine in that moment and all you could think about was Taeyong -- fuck, you even moaned out his name as you came. So all you said was, “Fuck, cum for me,” and he did.

Taeyong came with a high moan of your name, filling you with his warm release. He disregarded every rule of yours, fucking up into you until he was empty and until tears were pricking your eyes from overstimulation. But you let him because -- now that you were back to your sound mindset -- you knew this would be over soon.

Once he came down from his high, you lifted yourself off of him. Taeyong reached out for you, thinking that you’d be okay with him cuddling you. You went to protest until you realized he was laying you down and covering you up with him without restraining you. If he cuddled you, he didn’t feel the need to keep you restrained in case you escaped, so you let him do it, deciding to go to bed as quickly as you could.

“Goodnight, _____,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Night,” you replied simply, closing your eyes but making sure not to fall asleep.

-

Taeyong awoke to sunlight peeking through the windows, yawning with a groan. He sat up and stretched his arms above his head before he looked to his right to wake you.

He froze.

Not only were you not in bed, but your clothes were gone from the floor. He didn’t even sense you in the apartment anymore.

Quickly, he threw on some sweatpants and went out to the living room where his roommates were eating breakfast together -- along with Renjun and Xiaojun who were sitting on the floor behind the coffee table.

“Morning, hyung,” Jungwoo smiled warmly.

“Have any of you seen _____?” Taeyong asked breathlessly.

All eyes snapped to him, two pairs looking very angry.

“You let her go?” Taeil demanded.

“No!”

“So you lost her?” Doyoung asked.

“No!”

“Then what happened?” Taeil quizzed, raising his eyebrows as he waited for the answer.

But as Taeyong thought about it, he realized that you had tricked him. It was your plan to distract him and then get out, and he’d fallen for it. But he was too embarrassed to tell them that.

Still, all he could do was smile and chuckle, shaking his head. Nobody understood why he reacted that way, and he didn’t explain as he walked back to his room. He didn’t care if he’d have to find you again. The chase would be half the fun. And when he caught you, he’d make sure to get back at you and never let you go.

[angryschnauzer]

Moodboard Masterpost

CURRENT MOODBOARD ASK STATUS: 

CLOSED

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

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

YOU CANNOT REQUEST NSFW IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

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

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

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

Any asks not being accepted: No restrictions.

Links to completed moodboards:

For Stories:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Multi Person:

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

Sebastian Stan:

Actor AU:

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

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

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

TJ Hammond: Dad TJ

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

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

Hal Carter: NSFW Hal Carter

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

Blaine: Blaine

Chris Evans:

Actor AU:

New Dad Chris

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

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

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

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

Tom Hiddleston:

Actor AU:

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

Misha Collins:

Castiel:

NSFW Dom Castiel in the Rain

Karl Urban:

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

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy:

Dom Dr McCoy

Hugh Jackman

NSFW Dom Hugh

Michael Fassbender

Daddy Kink Michael

Jensen Ackles

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

Chris Hemsworth

NSFW Chris H

Amanda Seyfried

Actress AU: Amanda & Alan Cumming

Luke Evans

Actor AU Grifter Rhianna and her mark Luke Evans

Henry Cavill

Actor AU NSFW Henry Cavill

Hugh Jackman

Logan/Wolverine NSFW Days Of Future Past Logan

Josh Dun

Musician AU Vampire Josh

[imaginedreamwrite]

Watch My Heart Burn: Part 9

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

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

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

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

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

You could handle Johnny; you could handle his flame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Without sex?”

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

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

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

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Watch My Heart Burn: Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So…you’re…unmated..?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is Y/N-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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