#if an alpha is already protective of an omega if they smell fear or hurt pheromones then
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Hi! I apologize if you've spoken abt this already, bur how come ruts aren't really a thing in the UtR verse? Anton mentioned he's never had one, and they're very rare - is there a biological reason for it? Did Gary ever have one? (Starting to see what he is like during regular sex, I feel like he'd commit actual murder-by-cock during ruts fjfnfjnfjf) Anyway, love your writing to bits!!
Hi anon!
So I'm gonna write an essay, buckle up (I always write an essay on this stuff, I can't help it, I signed a contract at birth that said I would)
Firstly, ruts are sort of a 'new invention' in the omegaverse landscape. And by new I mean I'm really old and some people don't remember omegaverse without it. But I sure do! Only omegas went into heat, because heat indicated hyperfertility, and alphas were already hyperfertile without a rut. That was the whole point. You know, that's why they make such a perfect match. Hyperfertile mate meet hyperfertile mate.
They didn't need a rut.
Ruts came along later, and honestly in most of the fiction I've read that have them, ruts are very rarely written, and are often more like a threat hanging in the background. A sort of 'lol make sure you have food and water because like people go to hospital if they're in rut / heat at the same time.' Literal just about fuck-or-die situation. Or fuck-and-die. Probably more like fuck-and-who-cares-about-anything-else.
Anyone who has ever fucked a lot in a marathon session knows that eventually you just need carbs. *coughs*
Ruts are conceptually a TON of fun to think about. It's like authors went 'you know what hyperfertile alphas need? Something like a heat, that also makes them completely out of control.'
The thing is... alphas could already go completely out of control around an omega for a lot of reasons. It happened in fated mates stories. It happened in 'an omega is in heat and I just can't help it' (oh bless all those noncon omegaverse stories we have which are literally 'you just smelled so good you had to be mine'). A lot of the things ruts are supposed to achieve, already can easily be achieved in omegaverse.
Conceptually, ruts can be interesting as 'the alpha is also super vulnerable and helpless and needy during this time' but it's almost never written that way and it's not how I like to think about it. And in terms of worldbuilding, the places where it's made the most sense has almost always been as a dystopian thing that's almost dreaded by both the alphas and omegas (and everyone else) alike, and is just as much likely to be controlled by suppressants as heats, because no one likes to turn into an Automatic robot rapist. (Even though that's basically what many alphas become if they smell an omega in heat, I'm not saying ruts are the Department of Redundancy Deparment or anything, but they're a little bit like City of Redundancy in the shire of Redundancy population Already Covered In General Omegaverse tropes in the country of But It's Fun Anyway continent of Redundant.)
I love reading stories with rut worldbuilding but I have to suspend my disbelief so hard. And I know, I know, you kind of have to do that with omegaverse anyway, but there just comes a point where it's like 'but...the heat...triggers a response in alphas...thats mean a rut...is not needed...because that's what the heat does.' In some ways it takes some power and strength away from the symbolism of the omega's heat (romantically it's very interesting as the trope that renders the often hypermasculine character as so helpless to the omega that they basically have to have sex with them (guess what a rut is? Same same not different! Okay it can be different. It's often not though.))
As a result, I personally like worldbuilding that differentiates a general alpha response to an omega's heat, to a rut. And therefore if a rut is the more extreme version of a general 'must fuck' alpha response, it's likely to go pretty not...great. Much like unfulfilled heats are often characterised as agonising, I like to think of ruts are potentially very fatal. (Warning! Warning! The hypermasculinity levels are critical, boss! He's gonna blow! This time his heart! Not his cock!)
The worldbuilding mentioned in the chapter you're referring to - in the Underline the Rainbow universe - states that ruts are vestigial. It's killed too many alphas who have experienced it.
It basically knocked itself out of the genetic line, in the same way that peak alphas are going the same way because people just don't do great living like that in a functional society.
Also consider the...setting of the story if you will. This is a place where we're rehabilitating omegas and helping them recover from extreme trauma. The professional response to 'I go into rut all the time' alpha companion candidates is 'see a health professional, you can never ever ever ever ever be a companion here, because we...care about our omegas, and don't think your rut takes precedent over their health during a heat. Go away.'
None of these alphas go into rut! None of them should! It would be terrible from a story perspective (I mean, for me. I'm writing trauma recovery).
The only alpha on the grounds who potentially could go into rut is Caleb, I think he has the disposition for it. And I think it would be speedily suppressed with heavy doses of medication for the safety of any omega near him.
The thing that really frustrates me from a worldbuilding perspective is that in some ways, heats make sense. It's a fertile period for an animal that cannot afford the physiological cost of being that fertile all the time. That's it. In humans who already have menstrual cycles (which create fertility windows so the woman or person with the uterus doesn't have to be consistently fertile the same amount all the time), this makes actual biological sense.
Ruts in omegaverse don't even mean what they mean in nature, it's so frustrating. In nature, ruts are sort of connected to mates, but not about fucking them endlessly most of the time. It's about competing with rivals. Going into rut is marking your territory, attacking fellow stags (sometimes to the death), and keeping hold of your herd or flock. This makes...much less biological sense. It's not how it's written in fiction most of the time, and it's really just 'what if heat but alpha.' I'd love if ruts were 'HHH I have to FIGHT every ALPHA I SEE to the DEATH or at least MEASURE MY HEIGHT against HIS or SHOUT to see whose VOICE is LOUDER we are DICK MEASURING NOW my dick is BIGGER I am going to FUCK AN OMEGA IN TRIUMPH. YOU! THERE! COME HERE! No wait where are you going? Stop running!' That's... that's the world I want to live in sdalkfjsaflksaj
I have no problems with that, most omegaverse is just pure mindless pornography for fun, or very thin worldbuilding for fun, and orgasms are had by many and it achieves it's purpose.
But I can't justify something like that making sense in the Underline the Rainbow as a thing these characters experience. I like it as a 'oh this used to happen but we couldn't just go around killing each other and also we died so...' I'm pretty sure it's taught about in schools, lol. In the same way that alphas dueling each other to the death is now pretty much illegal in most places, some things you either just culturally change for the betterment of society (which is...literally the purpose of Hillview), and some things you X out of your own genetic lineages because the thing itself kills you.
Since ruts are in most serious omegaverses presented as extreme events, and alphas are already hyperfertile (in worlds where betas exist), they're just redundant.
Fun in PWPs, and fun for angst, but not the kind of angst I'm personally going for.
Thanks for coming to my really-not-a-TED Talk! :D
(Er so no, Gary has never gone into rut).
(In webtoon Define the Relationship one of the alphas goes into rut but because he's like a submissive alpha he basically needs to be fucked like he's in heat by another alpha and I just actually do kind of love the subversion of 'what if heat but alpha' where it's like 'no literally what if they have to be knotted and they have a whole bunch of shame about that.' But almost no one is writing it that way so aslkfjdsa)
#asks and answers#pia on worldbuilding#underline the rainbow#underline the black#look omegaverse is very silly and you can do whatever you like in it#that's what makes it fun#but i love science and i just...#if the heat already makes the alpha able to fuck for days#why a rut?#like biologically what purpose is this fulfilling?#if an alpha is already protective of an omega if they smell fear or hurt pheromones then#why have a rut?#biologically what purpose is that fulfilling?#i have given things like that a lot of thought and to be fair not everything makes sense#we all have biological things that are just straight up stupid#that we keep because they kill us less than they don't do anything at all#but ruts aren't like that#and can't really last in any human society (as they're generally written)#they are the appendix of omegaverse tropes#they can do *something* *sometimes*#but once they're gone the rest of the tropes function just fine and do the same things without it sdflkjasd
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Alpha Steven Rogers having to get intel out of a very cute omega reader 🌚🌝 he’s all condescending with his praises as she breaks under him 😩👌🏻
Honey not vinegar
alpha!Steve Rogers x omega female reader; dark!Steve Rogers x female reader,
warnings: manipulation; gaslighting; mild verbal humiliation; praise kink; dark!Steve Rogers; his softness serves only manipulation, it’s not because he’s actually soft; alpha!Steve Rogers; dark!avengers;
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You trembled in fear as his hands reached out for you. Another threatening alpha who came to lash you with pain and cruel words.
But as he wrapped a blanket around you, your body froze in surprise then instantly relaxed into the soft fabric that allowed you to shield your indecent state.
The blanket was light blue, knitted, and it smelled fresh. Such a stark contrast to your plain, sweat-soaked underwear and the thin mattress with holes in it, on which you’ve been staying for the past three days. Or was it four already? You had no idea, time passed differently when locked in a dark, windowless cell.
“There, now,” the alpha’s voice was calm and warm. “That’s better.”
You chanced lifting your gaze up to look at him. Your breath hitched when you recognized in him the poster boy of freedom, selflessness and protection.
Captain America. Steve Rogers.
Out of his famous suit, just in plain jeans and a tight t-shirt. His biceps were so huge he could crack your head like a walnut in a split of a second.
“Are you going to play the good cop?” Your voice was hoarse - from all the hours without water, as well from all the screaming and crying those men who interrogated you caused.
They tried to break you with harsh treatment, with cruel words about your brother, yourself, about all the things that would happen to you if you didn’t tell them where your brother was. Him and his team, a sleepers Hydra unit that went active.
“No, little one.” Steve gave you a sympathetic smile. “I’m simply going to be a decent alpha.”
Before you got a chance to ask him what that was supposed to mean, Steve picked you up.
You were too weak and too tired to fight him. Your body was achy enough it wouldn’t hold against a supersoldier’s assault. Besides, you were quite excited about the prospect of leaving this cell, no matter where he took you. Maybe somewhere worse.
Bundled in a blanket, he carried you out of the stinking cell. You passed some people in the corridor, but no one dared to even cast a glance your way. Everyone parted to the sides to make room for Steve as he went.
He took you to an elevator; held you the whole time as it ascended onto one of the highest floors. Once there, he brought you to a spacious apartment and into the bedroom.
Through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows you could see the tops of skyscrapers reflecting sunlight against the blue sky. A line of red-silver iron legion circled around the tower like a halo.
Steve placed you on the bed. A big one, with a semi-soft mattress and clean sheets. It felt like the highest luxury to your bruised body.
He sat on the bed facing you. His beautiful face showed concern, but you were too bitter to believe anyone was worried about you anymore.
“Decent alphas take defenseless omegas to their bedrooms?” Usually there’d be more spark in your tone, but you were exhausted and… sad.
“They take care of omegas.” Steve’s easy reply hit something in you.
That string which threatened to make you cry at your fate.
Though the physical pain was burdening, when you cried after each interrogation it was because you mourned the life you had just a week before. And because it hurt to think that now it was reduced to being a meaningless trash no one cared for.
“Especially ones that are important to them.” Steve reached for something on the bedside table and a second later was handing you a bottle of water.
You took the water gladly, but frowned at Steve’s words. He either implied you weren’t important enough for someone to protect you, or he was saying your brother was a bad alpha who didn’t care about you.
“I fear your brother has his priorities all wrong.” He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Not only for choosing to serve Hydra.” Steve interjected when you opened your mouth to defend Caleb. “But he abandoned his own sister.”
“He didn’t-” you protested.
“Didn’t he?” Steve challenged, opening a drawer in the bedside table and taking out a small, orange bag. “He fled when he knew we got on his tail. He left a civilian, helpless omega without protection, despite being aware we will be breaking down that door.”
Your fingers clenched on the bottle as you stared not at Steve’s face, but at his fingers unzipping the bag and revealing first aid supplies.
Surprisingly gently, he pushed the blanket off your shoulders. You felt an urge to cover yourself from his penetrating gaze as it slid over you, inch by inch. Though he didn’t stare at you lewdly, you felt completely naked and vulnerable under his perceptive gaze.
“Such a sweet thing, you are.” Steve cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and stretching out your arm.
The little praise in his tone elicited warmth. Your eyes closed briefly, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you bit your lip.
“Did you know there wasn’t a single attempt at rescuing you?” Steve said, applying antibacterial, soothing ointment into your bruises. “Not even a search for you.”
“Why are you telling me this?” You sniffled, less at the sting of your cuts and more because the truth Steve told you was breaking your heart.
You didn’t want to listen to him. Didn’t want to believe him. Just like you didn’t care for the words the other interrogators spat at you. But the other men pushed you around and called you a Hydra spawn, it was easy to block out their bullshit and stick to your own beliefs purely out of spite.
Steve was tending to your wounds. He spoke softly and as if he deeply cared about you.
It’s been so long since you experienced that.
“Because, little one, you have to realize you’re not fierce, or brave, or loyal. You’re simply naive believing your brother will come for you.” How he mocked you with cruel words, but kept his voice so tender, was giving you whiplash.
“Sweet, silly omega.” Steve wrapped a bandage around your wrist, covering the blue bruise from handcuffs.
“You should rely on an alpha who really has your safety in mind. Allow him to protect you and care for you,” he kept listing as he rubbed your calf in a soothing manner. “Someone who would make your brother pay for how he used you and hurt you.”
Your brain seemed to fill with fog. Confusion and battling thoughts distracting you from your previously adamant determination to not break.
Steve’s voice sounded so comforting; his touch so affectionate it made you sigh in relief and yearn for more. He took you out from that dark, cold, smelly cell and let you into his own bed.
An enemy who did more to you than your own brother has…
“It’s your men who hurt me.” You shook your head, your bottom lip trembling.
“They were just doing their job, as nasty it may be.” Steve squeezed your ankle, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. “But neither of them abandoned their families, or wifes to do it. Your brother did.”
“He abandoned you.” Steve said more firmly, the words sinking into your consciousness against your reason rebelling.
“He allowed for that to happen to you. He made those people do it to you.”
When a first, hot tear rolled down your cheek, Steve cooed. He climbed onto the bed and settled against the headboard, then swiftly pulled you onto his lap.
“Think what more he would let happen, if I didn’t come get you.”
You cried almost soundlessly, your fingers crumpling the fabric of Steve’s shirt as you clung to him. He smelled so nice. Like warm cookies and spicy whiskey. And he was so strong, felt so secure as you leaned into him. He made you feel safe.
Steve rubbed your back. He rested his other hand on your hip, you didn’t even notice his thumb hooked beneath the waistband of your panties, tracing the sensitive skin there.
“I’ve got you, little omega.” Steve murmured as you wept.
“Isn’t that better? Having an alpha to take care of you?” He asked. “An alpha who will protect you. And guide you. Lead you so you don’t accidentally make mistakes that would hurt your fragile, sweet self.”
Steve’s fingers combed through your hair a few times. Seemingly patient for your response. Slowly, he wrapped your hair around his hand and gently tilted your head back.
“Isn’t it better?” He repeated the question.
With eyes glazed over, you looked up at him and whispered - “It’s better.”
Out of damp, dark prison where only pain awaited you; it was so much better to be here with Steve. To have him talk to you so softly, even if his words were condescending and hurtful at times.
“I want to give you that.” Steve’s hold on your hair eased and his hand slipped to wrap around the back of your neck. His fingertips grazed your mating gland.
“Let me keep you safe and help you grow into a wonderful, obedient little omega I know you yearn to be.”
You stared at him with hopeful eyes, a longing whimper escaping your lips as your heart ached for the secured and sunlit life Steve was tempting you with.
“I ask nothing in return, just that you trust me.” Steve lowered his head, his blue eyes holding your gaze captive. Tip of his nose nearly grazed your own.
“Do you trust me?” He asked and when you nodded he sighed in relief and smiled at you.
It felt like a burst of sunshine from between dark clouds, warming your face and igniting hope for a happier time.
You’ve been warned about Captain America. Never in direct words that undermined his devotion to the people, but the men in your family often mentioned a man this perfect has to have a dark side.
But you couldn’t help but be drawn to his charm, to believe his promise of taking good care of you if you only allowed him to.
“Thank you, little one. You’re being so good.” Steve’s praise almost made you chirp. It’s been so long since you felt appreciated.
“Now, tell me what you know about your brother’s plans and whereabouts.” His tone was tinged with strict command and some part of you wanted to clamp up.
Steve tsk-ed seeing your resistance. His eyebrows drew in a frown, but his hold on you remained as tender as it was.
“Omega, you said you trust me.” He reminded you. “I need this information to ensure your brother, or any of his accomplices, never pose a threat to you. Or to any other featherbrained, weak omega they might want to use. You want to help me do that, right? Want to make me proud of how helpful you were?”
You did want that. You craved his praise more than you ever wanted your mother’s acceptance.
So you told Steve everything you knew, including a password to your own computer, because your brother occasionally used it.
“You did so well, little omega.” Steve kissed your temple and this time you really chirped.
Something flashed in Steve’s eyes. You thought it to be a glint of cocky triumph, but it quickly dissolved into affection that fooled you.
“Rest now.” Steve moved from beneath you, sitting you down on the warm spot he vacated.
He draped the covers over you and put the blue blanket on top of it, your fingers quickly reaching for the fabric you began associating with rescue.
“I’ll be back soon,” he said as he stood up, “I’ll get you something to eat.”
“Thank you, Steve.” You replied, your lips curving into a first, shy smile.
Steve bent down and cupped your chin, his fingers squeezing your flesh a tad harder.
“If I’m to take care of you, little one, you have to address me properly.”
“Yes, alpha.” It rolled out on your tongue immediately.
You didn’t want to disappoint Steve, fearing he’d take away his tenderness. You also felt irrationally comfortable saying it, as if something clicked right into place.
“Good little omega.” He praised. He shifted his hand, cupping now your cheek and rubbing his thumb across your lips.
Steve typed in the security lock as he left the apartment, making sure you had no way to sneak out, as well that no one unwanted would come in snooping.
Bucky was waiting just outside, with his back leaning against the opposite wall.
He had a pad in his hand, the screen displaying live footage from Steve’s bedroom. Sound included. The record of what you revealed to Steve has already been sent to the team, preparations for attack being made.
“Four days of breaking her without any effect and you do it in less than three hours.” Bucky whistled.
“I told you. Honey attracts better than vinegar.” Steve smirked in victory.
“Yeah? You're gonna fill her with your honey, too?” Bucky grinned, tapping a sequence on the pad and giving it back to Steve with a stilled frame of you in Steve’s lap, looking up at him with reverence.
“You know, I think I will.” Steve considered; he already knew you’d be so eager to please him in any way, just to hear some praise and to be touched.
“She’s so affection-starved she’ll milk me dry and beg for more, if I only show her some tenderness.”
It would be so easy to keep you compliant. Easy to fill your simple, silly needs too and make himself into the perfect alpha in your eyes.
“I have to say, this is the most nefarious checkmate move.” Bucky clapped Steve on the shoulder as they started walking toward the elevator.
“We gotta capture Caleb Pierce alive. Keep him in a hole in the ground, alive just enough to torment him with updates on his little omega sister whoring out for Captain America.”
“Kinda pity his old man is already dead.” Steve grinned at Bucky. “Wish we could get to see dear Alexander’s face as he learned I defiled his daughter. Maybe broadcast how she screams when I knot her.”
“Wouldn’t that be something.” Bucky sighed dreamily.
“We’ll do that to Caleb.” Steve promised, with a dark, determined glint in his eyes. “Bury Hydra along with him forever. Just after I show him how his little sister, my sweet omega slut, grows with a baby I planted inside her.”
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I’m having whumpy a/b/o Steddie thoughts. Eddie lives, Steve has ptsd
I’m thinking about Omega Steve. After the Russian’s he so lonely and touch starved, he’s forgotten how to look after himself; he's just surviving day to day, week to week. He’s always been good at pretending everything's alright. He's fairly sure no one has noticed, and even if they did he has no idea how to be vulnerable in front of someone else.
After everything that’s happened all he’s been through and he can’t keep it together. The others, they have a nightmare or two but Steve is falling apart. He can’t understand what's wrong with him, why him?
He threw away his nest one night when the world wouldn’t stop screaming and all he could smell was his fear everywhere, it had seeped into the fabric until no amount of washing could rid it.
Since then he sleeps on a threadbare sheet, in his childhood bed a throw blanket wrapped around his shoulders. it hurts to be comfortable, it hurts to be alone.
And then it happens again. And when Steve finally gets back home he never wants to be touched again, it’s all he can do not to tear at his skin at the thought of those vines wrapping around him cutting off his air. He finds himself waking gasping, screaming, tearing at his neck night after night, drenched in sweat.
His cycle had already stopped, but now Steve begins to notice his scent deadening, he’s losing weight, the softness over his hips and stomach melted away.
When Alpha Eddie finally gets out of hospital he checks up on Steve, and the act, and the mask he puts on, doesn't work on Eddie. He’s not obvious about it, about seeing straight through Steve, he’s thankful for that. But he’s not letting Steve ride on his bullshit. He’s persistent and his huge brown eyes see past it all.
This isn’t one of those stories when an alpha walks in and fixes everything overnight.
Steve’s never met an Alpha like Eddie, he doesn’t scent like the ones he’s known, he’s softer around the edges, he doesn’t barge through the world, he moves with it. He’s gentle and caring and deeply protective. He isn’t shy with his touches, which he gives as freely as his friendship.
And that’s all it is between them at first, a friendship, a small quiet space that Steve starts to crave. Eddie’s company is easy in a way that Steve’s never known. It's not long before his mask completely drops, it’s the night Eddie knocks on his door. He’d never been to Steve’s house, but Steve hadn’t picked up the phone in too many days, and Eddie was persistent.
Steve looks tired and unkempt, nothing like he usually does, Steve doesn’t have it in him to smile and tell Eddie to leave, that he’s fine he’s just been tired is all. Instead he shrugs and holds the door open letting Eddie inside.
The first thing that strikes Eddie as odd is how cold the house seems, the second is the complete lack of any scent. Eddie’s been fairly sure Steve was using scent blockers but now he’s not sure about anything.
“How long?” Eddie asks, the words out his mouth before he can stop. Steve knows what he’s talking about, can see the utter shock in Eddie’s face, the way he looks stricken and pale as all the pieces slot into place for the Alpha. Steve can hardly talk, his throat feels like it’s closing over and he just can’t do it anymore, he has nothing left.
His knees buckle and Eddie is there catching him in his arms and holding him as he falls apart. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he fell into the alpha’s arms, his throat feels raw from screaming and his eyes feel puffy. His hands are cramping where they grip Eddie’s shirt and it’s dark outside.
Eddie doesn’t say anything, gives Steve the room to find his voice, if he wants to. He just helps guide the omega to his room. Except then Eddie sees how Steve’s been living and sees the mattress on the floor with a couple of bits of fabric for comfort he can’t help crying.
“Let me take you home,” Eddie can’t let Steve stay here a moment more, and Steve didn’t realise how much he didn’t want to be here anymore, he didn’t want to be alone anymore.
Eddie takes him back to his trailer, Steve is surprised when it smells like family. He didn’t realise Wayne is an omega, the way his scent hugs Eddies as close as a mother and childs does. It makes him whine with need. Eddie knows, he gathers Steve into his arms and takes him to his room.
“You have a nest?” Steve is shocked, he can’t move, afraid to mess it up, spoil it with his fear and sweat and emptiness. But Eddie is purring and wrapping Steve in comfort and protection as he gently guides him into the nest of fabrics. He falls asleep wrapped in Eddie’s arms.
He still wakes screaming, scratching his nails across Eddie’s arms, cutting him, making him bleed as he sees the vines and the snow and the horror. But Eddie doesn’t leave. He lets go, he gives Steve space but he stays and starts to sing, his voice cutting through the screaming in his ears until he finds himself in Eddie's nest, alive and safe.
Steve doesn’t leave, at first he waits for Eddie to take him home, and then he waits to see if he will tell him to leave. And then he doesn’t think about it. He lives with Eddie in his home with his uncle and it’s the first time he’s felt like he belongs somewhere. Not for who he was or what he did none of that mattered at the munsons home. They wanted him there and that was it.
Steve’s scent returns slowly, his body relaxing for the first time in so long. He has more good nights than bad now and when he gets lost in the past unable to see, Eddie knows just what to do to guide him home.
They kiss for the first time after Steve joins Eddie at DnD with the kids and the hellfire club. Steve has been falling for Eddie for months now, but seeing him up there leading the campagne it broke one of Steve’s last barriers. One moment Eddie was laughing reenacting one of his favourite moments of the night as he went to open the trailer door and then Steve’s pulling him around and walking Eddies back up against the door, his hand fisted in the alphas shirt as he pushing up onto his toes closes his eyes and kisses the alpha.
They take everything slow, kisses and more intimate scenting, then touches moving, exploring and threatening to tease. Steve starts to get slick again, he;s gained back the beautiful omega softness now and when they eventually moved below their clothes Eddie becomes instantly obsessed with it.
The first time Eddie sucks a bruise into the skin of Steve’s thighs, they both freeze, Eddie didn’t ask and Steve flinched. They hold each other's gaze until Steve let his head drop back and he moans. After that Steve’s thighs and soft tummy are constantly covered in love bites.
When Eddie is the one to bring up Steve’s cycle, Steve sighs in relief. Eddie knows its hard for Steve to open important conversations, they didn’t know when but he would go into heat, and the doctor (because Eddie insisted) warns it may be much more intense having been gone for so long.
They make love one night before Steve’s, it’s gentle and sweet and everything Steve could have dreamed of. Eddie knows how to touch him, where he craves it and where to stay away from. It breaks that final barrier, the biggest one in Steve and he finally believes he deserved this.
When Steve’s heat hits, Wayne goes away for the week leaving them the trailer and their privacy. Steve’s never felt like this before, in a nest that scents of home with someone who loves him with everything and who he loves back. They both know things will change now, even in the frenzy of heat they know this is more than just pheromones, their bond is solidifying and they may not cement it with a bite this time but they will within the year.
#stranger things#Steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#alpha/beta/omega dynamics#alpha eddie munson#omega steve harrington#whump#ptsd#happy ending
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Hi, hi hi!! Saw your taking requests. Obikin prompt:
Alpha Obi-Wan and omega Anakin trying to get Anakin pregnant OR already pregnant Anakin driving his master to distraction that Obi-Wan Needs to put him on his cock at any moment
Heyaaa here it is, anon! I might have added hysterical pregnancy to it, but there's a lot of breeding kink
There are things about Anakin that Obi-Wan just knows.
Easily, effortlessly, perfectly — Obi-Wan just knows, it reveals itself to him like a curtain pulled to the side, like a book falling open on the last page he's read. Anakin has this way of being, of wearing his heart on his sleeve, then there is their shared bond, intact even after years of Anakin's knighthood, and thus sometimes it's not even a matter of choice. Obi-Wan just knows.
He makes good use of his ability, though.
For example, for the last month and a half, Obi-Wan has been practically forced to understand that Anakin's omega instincts are doing a number on both of them. From the overly-large nests to the increasing amount of food Anakin eats, from the uneasiness around strangers to the almost territorial protection of their shared quarters, Anakin has become a raging ball of hormones.
He is — and Obi-Wan knows — preparing for a child. A child that, unfortunately, is not real.
False pregnancies are not unheard of. Actually, they are quite common among omegas. They believe they are pregnant when they aren't, really; but that is usually for the more — oh, how should he say — more unstable omegas — those whose lives are dedicated to the prospect of bearing children and mating and becoming mothers.
Anakin is not like that, you see. He is a Jedi Knight, a General, and the Hero With No Fear. They are at war, for Force's sake, and there are better times to think about bringing children to the galaxy, so Obi-Wan is frankly surprised that Anakin, out of all people, would be getting morning sickness over an empty womb.
But how does Obi-Wan fit into all of this?
Well, he is the closest thing Anakin has to an Alpha.
Their arrangement is quite simple. Fuck when they can, fuck when they want — nothing more, nothing less. In a desperate attempt at self-preservation, Obi-Wan likes to treat sex with Anakin as something practical, almost clinical. They are both healthy, consenting adults who find release in each other's bodies and that is all there is to it. They don't have time to go around picking random partners, so Anakin has to settle for what's convenient. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is glad to give him whatever he needs and to receive whatever Anakin wants to give. But let's not delve too deep into that.
The main issue is that Anakin has told him before that there is no one else. There is no one else sharing Anakin's bed. No other alpha.
So Anakin has been regularly having sex with a single partner while unmated and — that's Obi-Wan's theory: it might have tricked his body. Anakin is getting ready to carry a baby. To secure a mate? To fulfill some subconscious sense of duty? Obi-Wan doesn't know.
What matters is that Anakin is not pregnant, and Obi-Wan doesn't know how to bring that up.
"Ah, Force," Anakin moans.
Obi-Wan slides a third finger inside him and meets no resistance — just another gush of wetness. Anakin is on his back, pulling his knees to his chest, and the bed is covered in both his sweat and slick and it smells like paradise. It smells like filth, and sex, and Anakin.
Paradise.
Moving his fingers in and out, in and out; Obi-Wan has been fingering Anakin for some time now, and his forearm is beginning to hurt. But then he looks down, to the expanse of Anakin's muscled stomach, and forgets about the pain for a moment.
Oh, what if it was true?
Truth is, for the past month and a half, Obi-Wan has been expecting some shift in Anakin's scent. A sign, just a small one. If Anakin is preparing for his supposed pregnancy, then Obi-Wan is preparing to provide for his supposed pregnant omega, because as much as Obi-Wan hates to admit it, this whole hysteric pregnancy has been having such a great influence on him. He's been dreaming — awake and asleep — about Anakin's distended belly. He is proud of the large nests his omega makes. He thinks Anakin should be eating more. He has been anticipating the way their scents will mix into an indistinguishable mess.
But alas, Anakin never skips a pill. Hopefully. Thankfully.
"Obi-Wan," Anakin breathes out.
It drags Obi-Wan out of his depressing musings — back to the present, to the beautiful present, where Anakin is flushed on his bed, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, where Obi-Wan's fingers are being squeezed by his welcoming, warm cunt. Stunning, Obi-Wan thinks reverently, and his eyes search for Anakin's half-lidded ones.
"Yes, Anakin?"
He knows what Anakin wants, of course he does. But he loves to hear it, in that bashful way Anakin says it, tilting his face to the side and blush deepening on his cheeks.
"Fuck me…" Anakin whispers.
Obi-Wan smiles pleasantly. "Isn't that what I'm doing?" He pointedly shoves his fingers in. "What more could you possibly want?"
Anakin makes a strangled noise of pleasure and Obi-Wan almost loses it. He keeps his calm, collects himself, and crooks his fingers just so and Anakin gasps and clenches around them.
"Y-your cock," he chokes out. "Obi-Wan, fuck me with your cock."
Yes, Obi-Wan thinks gleefully, I'll fuck you with my cock, over and over, and I'll fill you up with my cum until you're dripping, until you're—
"Of course, darling," Obi-Wan says. "Anything you want."
Obi-Wan can't tell if it's the words or something he does with his fingers, but Anakin throws his head back and lets out a high-pitched whine. Whichever it is, Obi-Wan is proud of himself.
He pulls his fingers out and lines up his cock. When he looks up, Anakin is staring at him, lips parted and eyes filled with unbridled passion — Obi-Wan slides in, slow and steady, and watches as Anakin's breath hitches and his eyes fall shut. Lovely, Obi-Wan reckons, and when he is in to the hilt, surrounded by warmth and moisture and tightness, Anakin gives him a little gasp that is as adorable as it is arousing.
Anakin looks beautiful like this, spreading his legs out so Obi-Wan can fuck him with his cock. In fact, Anakin looks beautiful doing anything, doing nothing at all, especially in the past month, when Obi-Wan's instincts have selected Anakin as his own pregnant omega. Obi-Wan has to look again, down at Anakin's belly—
He begins to move and Anakin, somehow, spreads his legs wider — he feels like a furnace, except his cunt is gushing sweet-smelling slick and Obi-Wan almost regrets not eating him out yet, because if there is one thing he is sure of is that if Anakin is de facto pregnant, the taste of his slick would be the first thing to change. Obi-Wan moves, but he is thinking, imagining, shoving his tongue inside Anakin and lapping at the slightly different flavor he would find there, and then—
He looks at Anakin's belly. He stares at Anakin's belly, trying to find a bulge, even the smallest one, and his chest aches with disappointment. He punts a hand on top of it and finds taut muscles, he presses down and hears Anakin whine, long and drawn out, and squirm. Rationally, Obi-Wan is aware that he has done nothing wrong, but the alpha in him is frustrated even with a beautiful omega writhing beneath him, or because there is a beautiful omega writhing beneath him but that omega needs a thing that Obi-Wan hasn't given him yet and now—
"I wish you were really pregnant," he blurts out.
It's such a huge lapse of self-control that Obi-Wan freezes up. Terrible moment, with his cock still sheathed inside Anakin's cunt, and then Anakin stares up at him with wide eyes.
Obi-Wan curses. He wants to fuck Anakin, he wants to move but at the same time, he is not sure if Anakin would like that. Anakin, who is looking at him with an expression that mixes surprise and confusion.
"What," Anakin starts, "what did you say?"
At last, Obi-Wan removes his hand from Anakin's belly and begins to sit back. Anakin stops him by gripping his upper arms with bruising strength.
"Don't you dare pull out now," he growls.
"Ah," Obi-Wan says smartly. He is not entirely sure if he should apologize, or if he should say anything at all. "Do you… want to keep going?"
"Yes," Anakin is so earnest and unhesitating that Obi-Wan almost gives out a sigh of relief. "Kark, say it again."
"Say what?"
Anakin looks at Obi-Wan like he just asked the stupidest question in the galaxy. "What you just said!"
Obi-Wan's breath hitches.
"That… I wish you were really pregnant?"
Instantly, Anakin's entire demeanor shifts — he lets go of Obi-Wan's arms and his hands fall limp to his sides, he relaxes against the mattress, legs still spread out so beautifully, and his gaze…
It seems strangely distant and clouded.
"Is it… Is it true?" Anakin whispers, and it's so soft and so timid and so unlike Anakin, who seems to never shy away from saying the first thing that crosses his mind. "Obi-Wan, move."
Obi-Wan does. He pulls out slightly and thrusts back in. "Ah," he gasps, "It is."
"Tell me."
"Hm, I'd like to see you pregnant, Anakin," Obi-Wan says, and it feels very much like a confession. He moves his hips, again and again, trying to build a pace that is more rhythmic than the usual fast-and-hard Anakin prefers. It won't last long, not with Anakin's vice-like grip around his cock, but it feels good to feel a little bit in control right now. It's just dirty talk, Obi-Wan tells himself, and Anakin doesn't have to know how deep it goes. "Force, I'd like to make you pregnant, I want you with my child."
Anakin moans a deep, rough sound. It's beautiful, and Obi-Wan speeds up a little bit to reward him.
"Y-you should do that," Anakin says. He puts a hand on top of his own belly and looks up at Obi-Wan, his eyes shimmering with moisture and with that distant, glazed-over quality. "Some days it feels like you already did."
Obi-Wan gasps and leans down to kiss him because he can, because they can share that, and also because hearing Anakin say he'd like to carry Obi-Wan's child has satisfied some deep-rooted alpha need in him. He wants to bite, to take, and he kisses Anakin like he is claiming him in all the ways he hasn't before. In all the ways he tells himself he can't.
Their kiss is bruising. Open-mouthed, made of teeth and tongue. Obi-Wan fucks into him earnestly, hopelessly, and when their kiss ends, he hooks his fingers behind Anakin's knees, and pushes them upwards, towards Anakin's chest, so he can be closer, closer, closer — in turn, Anakin whines into his mouth. He whines, and whines, just a long, drawn-out sound that seems to never end.
"You want me," Obi-Wan says, "to fuck a child inside you, is that it? Is that why you've been begging for my cock every time we see each other, darling?"
Anakin nods. His mechanic hand cradles his lower belly as if to protect it, even when Obi-Wan starts pounding into him.
"Oh, I'll get you pregnant, Anakin, if that's what you want." Obi-Wan leans down to place kisses and bites over Anakin's neck and chest, and Anakin bites his lip to hold back his sounds. Obi-Wan lets it because it is definitely something he likes about Anakin — so responsive, so loud, all the time, with everything — that when he tries to hold it back, it seems so desperate and hopeless. "Dearest, I'll fuck you over and over, as many times as it takes, but I'll put a baby in you even if it's the last thing I do."
He bites at Anakin's chest and sucks a bruise, then another, and another.
"I want to see your chest full of milk, darling," Obi-Wan says. "You know that is going to happen, right? Your chest will grow, and soon enough it'll get heavy with the milk for our child. Our child, Anakin."
"Yes," Anakin breathes out, "yesyesyes."
"You'd be such a great mother, Anakin, I—" Obi-Wan feels Anakin clench around him, so wet and warm and molded perfectly around his cock. "The nests you've been making, darling, they are perfect— perfect for me to fuck you in them, and perfect for when our child is born, darling, you can take my clothes if you want…"
"I want," Anakin chokes out.
"What do you want?"
"Your clothes," Anakin says. He looks up at Obi-Wan through half-lidded eyes and an expression of perfect bliss. "Harder."
Harder is good, harder is easy. Obi-Wan realizes he wants harder too, faster, and he thrusts into Anakin with abandon. When Anakin starts demanding harder, faster, it usually means he is close, and Obi-Wan is an alpha — when his omega is pleased, then he is pleased.
"Are you going to come, darling? Clench around me, so tight like you always do? You know you'll feel so good I'll come too…"
"Inside, inside," Anakin moans. "Please, Master, come inside me."
Ah, Obi-Wan thinks, that's the plan.
"Of course, how else will I get you pregnant?" Obi-Wan says. "I'll come inside right now, and then again later. And again, and again. You need my cum, you need all of it so you can carry my child for me."
Beneath him, Anakin writhes and gasps, mouthing a string of words in Huttese and another string of yesyesyes, and Obi-Wan's rhythm starts to falter. Anakin is simply too much, he feels perfect and looks like everything Obi-Wan has ever wanted — he is Obi-Wan's chosen mate, even if they've never talked about it before, even if there is no bite on his neck, but he would be the mother to Obi-Wan's children and that is all Obi-Wan needs at the moment.
"C'mon, be good," he tells Anakin.
Just like always, Anakin's orgasm soothes the alpha in him — Anakin throws his head back and groans, deep and loud, limbs going stiff, then shaking with the aftermath as if it overwhelmed him. And it feels even better around Obi-Wan's cock, when he clenches over and over again as the tension is washed off his body.
Obi-Wan stops thinking. Now, he doesn't have to. He thrust into Anakin without rhythm, without any consideration for anything but his own selfish pleasure.
"Don't pull out," Anakin whispers.
"I-I won't," Obi-Wan gasps. "I've been waiting the whole night to fill your tight little pussy with my cum, you think I'll pull out now?"
Anakin squirms.
"Anakin, you'll just take it now," Obi-Wan says. "I'll come inside you and then I'll knot you and I'll keep every drop inside you so you'll finally get your baby. Would you like that?"
Without hesitation, Anakin replies, "Yes."
"Good boy," Obi-Wan compliments.
After that, the room is filled with his grunts, the sound of skin slapping skin, and Anakin's overstimulated little gasps. When Obi-Wan comes, it's in an overpowering and all-consuming rush of pleasure — it courses through him like lightning, and he spills inside Anakin with an embarrassingly high-pitched moan.
He hides his face on the side of Anakin's neck, shoving his knot as deep inside as he can, and he relishes in Anakin's sweet tightness. Underneath him, Anakin gasps again, opening up for him like he was made for it.
"Beautiful," Obi-Wan breathes out. "Don't move yet."
Anakin makes a sound that seems like a laugh. "Wasn't planning to."
He wraps his legs and arms around Obi-Wan to pull him closer, and Obi-Wan tries to get as comfortable as possible — knotting in this position is not ideal, but Anakin is a strong man, surely he can carry a bit of Obi-Wan's weight for a few minutes.
And then—
—silence.
Cold realization and dread settle in the pit of Obi-Wan's stomach. They'll be stuck here for some time now.
"So," he starts, refusing to lift his face from the side of Anakin's neck. "This was intense."
"I want you to bite me."
And the neck is right there—
"Anakin—"
"No," Anakin says. He clings to Obi-Wan, nails beginning to scratch his skin. "You said it was true. Did you lie?"
"Of course not—"
"Then, bite me," Anakin demands. "You don't have to do it now, it can be later, as long as you do it."
Obi-Wan noses at his neck, presses a soft kiss there, and feels Anakin shiver. "We must talk first."
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Alphas & Algorithms - Part 2 - First date
A/N: Continued from Part 1. I have a few chapters written but not sure how to make the story work after that. Reader is female and is described as "tall". No other descriptors.
Warnings: It is a Dystopian AU. Food scarcity, hunger, mentions of families being separated. Please let me know if I missed any!
--Part 1-- --Part 3--
--Series Masterlist--
If he’d ever had any dignity, Curtis was quite certain it was gone now. He’d been stripped down and then cleaned and scrubbed so many times, in so many places. They gave him new clothes that were made from some surprisingly nice fabric. The instruction drone had told him that the clothes were now his. He wasn’t sure it would ever be good for regular wear but it might be nice for sleeping in.
The entire place smelled like nothing. It was all sterile with pale lighting. Not sure what was expected of him, Curtis kept his head down and just followed the drone. He was led to a room and told to wait until the Omega was done with her most recent inquiry. He tensed at this and ground his teeth as he reminded himself to behave or risk his pack getting hurt. He hated what Omegas did to their own kind and especially hated the idea of meeting one just as they were finished hurting someone.
When the door opened, he was face to face with a tall woman whose eyes were filled with tears. Though he initially thought she was another Alpha, her scent hit him and screamed “Omega”. He was in shock and just stood there, looking at her. The drone introduced him as "the Alpha" and her eyes went wide.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I had planned to meet you for dinner, not at work.” She began wiping the tears from her eyes in haste and he could tell she was trying to get ahold of herself. She then turned to the drone and said, “please make sure to take Mrs. Parker to her pack safe and sound. And make sure she’s compensated for all of this.”
The drone replied, “the AI has already decided on her compensation of one day’s wages.”
“And I’ve told the AI that she deserves more than that,” the Omega insisted. “This isn’t just missing a day of work, this is a day of fear and confusion and should be compensated with more.”
“The AI will take this into consideration. Please do not push it further.”
Curtis sensed the stress radiating from the Omega and he had to stop himself from indulging his Alpha instinct to protect and comfort. For all he knew, this was staged to throw him off guard. At the very least, touching an Omega without permission could easily be a death sentence.
After she calmed herself down, the Omega nodded her head and the drone went into the room where Mrs. Parker was waiting. The Omega looked at him, gave a small smile and held out her hand. “Hello, I’m Y/N. I’m genuinely sorry you had to see that.”
Curtis lightly shook her hand, still not sensing anything other than her scent, a warm, gentle vanilla. “I’m Curtis.”
“Nice to meet you, Curtis. How about we go get some food? I’ve been doing a lot of stress baking lately and could use some help eating up the results.”
“You bake?”
“All Omegas are required to experience all sorts of things. It’s hard to explain what you're smelling when you don’t have the words or connections.” Y/N began to walk them down the hallway as she continued, “one or two Omegas are content with reading as a means of building their descriptors but I prefer to combine it with experience. It’s one thing to read about what a campfire is, another to experience it.”
“A campfire seems an odd choice for an example.”
“Oh, sorry,” Y/N’s face fell in embarrassment. “Social skills have never been my strong suit. I thought it was appropriate since that’s what your scent makes me think of.”
“I smell like smoke and fire?”
Y/N pursed her lips as she sought how to explain, “it’s more that your scent evokes similar feelings? Ideas? Imagery? To a campfire. Maybe if I had said your scent makes me think of “warmth and safety” it would’ve made more sense?”
“I knew Omegas processed scents differently but I guess I didn’t realize what that actually meant.”
“And that’s part of why I prefer to experience as opposed to just learning. It really enhances my perception and understanding.”
As they walked through the hallways Curtis found himself easily lost. The building was sterile in so many ways and he couldn’t figure out how anyone could find their way around.
“Are you okay,” Y/N asked, her voice full of concern.
“This place is just. It’s really disorienting to not have scents or signs or any other indicators of where you’re at.”
Y/N turned her head with a questioning expression, “what do you mean? There are scents everywhere around here.”
Curtis stared back with an equally questioning face, “if there are they’re incredibly minimal. All I can smell is you, myself and…cleaner?”
“Huh. I didn’t realize your senses were so limited.” Y/N continued before he could protest, “the last time I was permitted out-and-about it was a veritable onslaught of scents and I nearly passed out from the overload. So maybe it’s not so much that your senses are limited as much as it is that mine are too sensitive. I apologize for my initial statement, it seems to have offended you.” Y/N looked down in embarrassment and continued walking.
Curtis followed after her, “well, you did say social skills aren’t your strong suit. But how did you pick up on my confusion so easily?”
“Your scent. There was an uptick in smokiness.”
“That’s…” Curtis was at a loss for words. He was finally putting together why the AI prized Omegas so much. If she was acting and giving him a false sense of security, he wasn’t able to pick up on it. But he knew that if he tried to fake her out, she’d pick up on it immediately. He needed to be very careful around her.
Y/N opened the door to her apartment and let Curtis walk in ahead of her. Her earlier concerns about the lingering scents of the baking were diminished after their chat in the hall.
“Please have a seat,” Y/N said, gesturing to the dining table.
“This entire place is just for you?” Curtis asked softly as he sat.
“Not exactly,” Y/N began as she headed to the kitchen to get some food to share. “That door over there is Jake’s room. He’s my Beta. It was supposed to be a suite for me but I prefer the openness of the main living area. Makes it easier to see what is and isn’t around me. Why? How big is your place?”
Curtis took a deep sigh, “I share an apartment about the same size as this, without the extra bedroom suite, with my pack. We’re lucky, though, in that we actually have a bathroom in our apartment.”
Y/N stopped as she came out of the kitchen and looked around at her home. “I think I'm finally understand the meaning of ‘an embarrassment of riches’. I didn’t realize space and facilities were such limited resources.”
She set down the plate of food and Curtis’s stomach made an audible noise. She looked at him sadly and said, “I’m guessing food is also such a resource. Um… thank you for your patience with my ignorance.” As she sat down she took one of the mini-quiches and slowly chewed, indicating to Curtis to join her but too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
Curtis bit down and immediately moaned from how good and rich the food tasted. He didn’t know if it tasted so good because Y/N clearly had access to the good foodstuffs or if she was actually that good at baking, but in that moment it didn’t matter. The food was delicious. Curtis had learned to shut out his stomach before but with the first mini-quiche down his stomach was like a dragon awoken from its slumber.
Y/N gently smiled, “you can eat more, at your own pace. You must be starving and I’ll take it as a compliment if I don’t have any leftovers.”
Not needing any further permission Curtis ate several of the quiches. He was able to keep some semblance of polite table manners, he didn’t want to promote the idea that Alphas were dumb animals, but he definitely ate at a much faster rate than her. When the plate was cleared he picked up a slight change in her scent, a hint that she was pleased. It made his inner Alpha proud to make the Omega happy.
“Would you like some dessert?” Y/N asked as she took the plate back to the kitchen.
“I may need to let my stomach settle first,” Curtis admitted. His stomach had stopped roaring at him but now it was feeling uncomfortably full. “I haven’t eaten that well in a very long time and my system needs to…adjust.”
Y/N nodded with a smile and sat back down next to him. “So…ummm. Do you have any questions for me? I know you’ve had no real choice in this but maybe getting to know each other will help?”
Curtis’s brows drew together in confusion, “you actually want to talk?”
Y/N nodded fervently.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to share my nest with a stranger. I know there are people who can do that, some maybe even prefer it, but not me. My next heat isn't for another month and I would like to use that time to become...not strangers.”
"I see. Well, let's start with something basic. Omega lives are shrouded in mystery for those of us outside the tower. How about you tell me what your upbringing was like?"
Y/N started moving in excitement, she was so happy Curtis was being receptive and willing to work with her. "My mother was an Alpha who insisted on teaching me how to do basic things for myself. I learned how to cook and clean at her request, making sure I wouldn't have to rely on someone or something else to do it for me. I learned to take pleasure in getting a task finished and making a good meal! She was a really good mother and would often protect me from...from others. They think I was born with a weird brain or something and were going to throw me out but she helped me. She even worked with Jake on grounding techniques so he could be an effective Emotional Support Beta, allowing me to stay here."
"What about your father?"
Y/N's face went blank and she froze.
“Your father was that bad?”
Y/N started gently wringing her hands, hoping to keep herself calm. She knew this conversation would happen at some point but she wasn’t expecting it so soon. “I could never understand how someone could know the pain they were putting someone else through and not care. His Alphas, including my mother, were not…” She started rocking in her seat and didn’t stop until Curtis put a hand on her wrist. She put her other hand over his and whispered, “thank you.”
“I might need you to return the favor,” Curtis began. “Because I feel like I’m about to pass out.”
Before she could catch him, Curtis fell on the floor, unresponsive and she screamed.
--Part 3--
#alpha!curtis everett x omega!reader#curtis everett x reader#curtis everett x tall!reader#tall!omega#tall!reader#dystopian au#tall reader
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Omega Kylo struggles with long missions because he's away from his nest & his mate on the Finalizer for so long. It really takes it out of him, being so far from the one place in the galaxy where he feels safe and protected.
One night, Alpha Hux contacts his mate for an update on how his mission is going. Kylo hasn't slept, he looks awful and exhausted. Hux demands that he abandon the mission and return home but Kylo has an immense fear of failure and is prepared to push himself to his natural limits. It pains Hux to see his beloved omega so beaten and he’s not able to do anything about it. He just wants to take his mate into his arms and console him.
So, Hux goes straight to his office and begins the blueprints for a new ship, one that is suitable for an omega to make a sub-nest in. It won't be as good as the one he has on the Finalizer but it will help Kylo relax and regain his strength when he's got to be away on missions for a long time. It's a fairly large ship but there's more than enough space for an omega to nest in it. There are plenty of good spots to choose from and enough nooks and crannys to hide snacks in.
It's more than a shuttle, it's a home-away-from-home. Hux puts all of his best men on it and it's finished pretty quickly. He presents it to his exhausted omega mate the next day, after he has guided Kylo out of the Night Buzzard and up to their chambers where they lie together and make love in Kylo's cozy nest.
Kylo is overwhelmed when Hux takes him to see his new ship, with room on board for all of the Knights Of Ren too; despite them being alphas, they understand their master's need to nest. And it’s already got pieces of Hux’s clothing in it so that it smells like his alpha, giving it more of a comforting aura. Kylo flings his arms around Hux and hugs him so tightly, tears teetering on the edge of his eyes.
"Anything for you, Ren,'" Hux says, wiping the tears from his omega's cheeks. "I could see how much you were hurting. Pining. This was all I could think of to help you."
And Kylo makes another nest in his new ship. And of course, he has his alpha knot him in it before its first voyage.
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Young BAKUGO! Please come help me"
Yagi carried Denki and put him on the ground then carried the sleeping Eri while the man named Bakugo showed up he had a scowl on his face "What old man!?"
The volume of his voice made Denki and Izuku flinch Denki regretted not being close to his friend in that moment and Izuku he just wanted to run he did not trust other Alphas and this one most definitely was one. And as tired as he was he could acknowledge that this was a gorgeous one with blond spiky hair red ruby eyes and he was just wearing a tank top so you could see the muscles he has strong biceps that would make any omega drool at the prospect of knowing their Alpha would be able to carry them.
His gaze flickered to Izuku red eyes meeting green
"Please get him down Bakugo while I carry the girl and take the boy inside" said Yagi
"Why can't he get down on his own?" Bakugo said though he did approach the horse and once he got as closer to the omega he saw the blood
"Because I have never ridden a horse before and right now my legs are failing me " Said Izuku said in a tired voice though now the idea of an alpha he did not know touching him sent him into a slight panic state yet he couldn't feel his legs so he couldn’t run away and he also could not get down by himself
Bakugo smelled the air now that Denki and Eri were inside the Omega had let everything out the anger panic resentment tiredness fill the air and it was a lot the alpha inside Bakugo wanted him to reach out to this omega and comfort him. He reached out and put his hands on Izuku's waist "I won't hurt you please relax I am a deputy here and it is my job to protect the people."
This did not relax the Omega he knew alphas in top positions that hurt Omegas but nodded regardless because he wanted to go inside and be close to his family.
Bakugo proceeded to carry him inside which surprised Izuku as he thought he would just put him in the floor.....It felt....nice the alpha smelled so wonderful like caramel and fresh rainwater? Whatever it was it was heavenly as they got closer to the door Izuku breathed in and out cleared his head and closed all his emotions his family needed him to be strong and as the door opened Bakugo could no longer smell any emotions on the omega something he had never seen another omega do there was always a smell in the air that let them determine how they were feeling.
He sat down with Izuku on his lap. He could see Yagi raise an eyebrow and he did not care he knew already that this would be his future mate.
Izuku got up quickly though much to the dismay of his inner alpha and walked towards the couch where Eri was sleeping, and Denki was sitting he sat in the corner and Denki laid on his lap breathing Izuku in he let out his scent so Denki could smell a calm omega and put him at ease though on the inside he was a turmoil not knowing if he has brought his family to safety.
"I have called our doctor over," Said Yagi
"Oh yes if he can check Eri and Denki" Said Izuku through closed eyes.
"Oi moss head you need to be checked out too!" Said the alpha named Bakugo
To that he opened his eyes "I am not harmed"
"Yes you are stupid you're bleeding!"
"No I am .........not" Izuku looked at himself turns out he was bleeding and that's why Denki was cradling his arm it had a big slash.
"Oh..... I am bleeding" He frowned with his priority being getting them to safety he had not realized he was injured his head throbbed and when he went to touch his hair his hand was covered in blood
"Cinnamon roll please when the doctor gets here let him check you first."
Izuku was about to argue when Denki scent turned panicky mixed with fear he sighed and kissed him on the forehead " I will okay? Please calm down baby" he started comforting him.
Bakugo was relieved at that yet also frowned was this an omega omega relationship or just a friend well for now they had to prioritize their health those questions could come later. Whatever they had gone through he knew this cinnamon roll? he was guessing that was a nickname was strong he rode a horse for the first time ever in order to get away from danger and protect those two to the point he had not noticed his own injuries. It made his stomach twist knowing that it had to be an extreme situation for an omega to end up having to do that.
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Joel's Alpha
four
"Yes dad, I have everything I need…" he smiles
"…"
"no, dad…" he looks around "you know I know how to take care of myself and my mind is now on science so…
"…"
"How disgusting" he wrinkles his nose "I'll do it when I meet the right one, nothing more"
"…"
"Yes, yes" he smiles "I love them too, I'll go see them on vacation" he says and hangs up
"your family" says mitch
"Yes, they are special and I love them that way, I got the madness from my father and the wisdom from my other father" he thinks and laughs "I think I'm missing it but, I love them just the same"
"and how are your brothers" he smiles
"It just drives one of the parents crazy" he says simply "you already have the schedules for the new classes"
"yeah, chris" he laughs "besides, it looks like new students are coming too"
Chris smiles because he knows that everything will be even more special at those parties and it also meant that there were other fools to understand that the university was not crazy.
"You know…they will choose the tutors" Mitch looks at him "wherever it doesn't matter what career the new ones choose, the tutors will be there to guide them"
Chris sighs wearily, he hated knowing that he would have to teach any fool he thought he was better and would have to avoid any omega who feigned interest.
Neither spoke again when they reached their classroom while they took their seats and had to wait to hear what the director was going to say.
"Well, as you know, the new ones are arriving this time and we need volunteers for their teaching and for them to know that the university is the right one to continue their studies and…
Chris was listening to the same words that he was saying when other new students were about to enter. But his sight stops at the only young man who entered the door and who was feeling the richest smell he had ever smelled.
He looked carefully at that young man, noticing his beauty and his green eyes that looked at the whole place with fear while he waited for what the director was going to say.
"Well… and he's Joel" he introduces them "who would be his you…
"I" raise your hand Chris
"what are you doing" says mitch surprised
Chris could feel the different scents coming from the others, knowing what they were wanting and he couldn't allow this beautiful young man he wanted to meet to be hurt or touched by some of them.
"Well Chris" says the surprised director "I'll wait for you in the direction for instructions and teaching that I hope you teach Joel" he says seriously
Chris felt a strange surprise the way the director looked at him while he was near Joel, who was nervous and let him guide him to his seat before leaving and that the class was normal, although that also began to notice.
No one stopped watching him and he didn't like to feel his wolf angry with that closeness.
"You're okay" Mitch whispers.
"I don't like being around him"
"that" is surprised
"I… I don't know what's wrong with me" Chris says looking at him "I'm going to the bathroom, let me know when class is over so I can go see the principal" he says and leaves
It didn't matter if that was turning his streak of not missing into something bad but he had to walk away in those moments to think clearly or better yet, call his parents to explain what was happening to him because he did not understand.
He made it to the bathroom in time to wet his face and try to calm his heart as he pushed his thoughts away from the image of his eyes and the rich smell he had smelled.
I hear footsteps approaching and I don't hesitate to hide in one of the bathrooms.
serious mistake
The rich smell that he had felt was there and he realized that the new boy was right there in the bathroom. I try to make as little noise as possible while thinking how to survive
I hear another door noise and I hope he's gone to go out and…
"LEAVE ME" he screams
The sense of protection appeared as soon as he heard Joel's scream and he didn't hesitate to quickly leave the bathroom just to witness how a stupid alpha was about to hurt his omega.
"Get out of here nerd" he says "don't you see we're about to start something"
He didn't like that and he didn't hesitate to get closer and give him one of the blows that he knew would get him away from Joel fast. Trying to make his scent as threatening as possible while still staring at him.
"Go away" he says seriously
He watched angrily as he left, giving him time to calm down and turn to see Joel trying to hold back his tears but trying to cover himself.
"Calm down, I won't hurt you" he whispers and approaches "let me help you"
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Ursa Major; Ursa Minor - Chapter 1: Dread
Originally written for @bellafragolina‘s Heatstroke AU (master post here).
Genre: Found Family, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Platonic A/B/O
Rated: G, SFW
Characters: Warden Ingo, Akari
Ao3 Tags: Dad Ingo, Accidental Adoption, Platonic Relationships ONLY, Puberty Sucks, No Romance, No Smut
Chapters: 1 out of ? (incomplete)
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Chapter Warnings: child in distress, themes of anxiety
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There’s the scent of something sour on the wind.
It’s like fear - sweat and rancid sugar - along with something else that Ingo can’t quite place, something almost like faint rot, sickness in the hot summer sun. He takes a step further outside his humble home and nearly gags.
Slapping a hand over his mouth and nose, Ingo feels the hairs at the base of his neck standing on end. He recognizes it now: an omega’s heat, botched and reeking with anxiety, a pheromonal cry of distress, one meant to summon help and frighten off ill-minded pursuers. It’s a specific kind of scent, too, one that has his skin prickling with dread.
‘Young,’ something in him whispers. ‘Too young. Adolescent.’
‘Protect. Protect. PROTECT.’
He isn’t sure how he knows all of this exactly, as he’s never had the misfortune to smell it in person as far as he’s aware, but instincts are powerful things and it doesn’t escape him that his reaction is exactly what the smell is meant to elicit. He’s a warden, an alpha, and the Highlands are his patch of territory to defend.
He’s already running before he fully realizes he’s started.
Ingo follows the scent to its origin, paying only enough attention to his surroundings to keep from injuring himself as he sprints towards whatever poor soul is now within his territory’s bounds - and thus, under his protection. He blocks out any sense of time, leading to him blinking in surprise, panting for breath, as a tiny sound reaches him through his frazzled daze and halts him in his tracks, sun now hanging lower in the sky than when he’d begun. Hunching low, he sweeps his eyes across every blade of grass around him, searching for the source of the scent and the sound. It comes again, and there, tucked away in a small outcropping of rock, he finds what he’s looking for.
“Oh Sinnoh…”
He recognizes the form curled up in the dirt. She’s shaking violently, smelling of tear-salt and terror, face buried in the familiar red scarf of the uniform that only serves to confirm her identity beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Ingo takes a step closer, making his normally-quiet footfalls deliberately audible; sneaking up on her while she’s already so vulnerable will do nothing but harm right now.
Akari’s head shoots up at the sound of his approach, wide, terrified eyes staring at him without blinking. Ingo almost tries to bite back the soft sound of worry that bubbles up instinctively, but thinks better of it at the last second. He whines low in the back of his throat, a noise born of concern and a plea to let him help - one that a parent might make at their pup.
He sinks lower to the ground, keeping his aching spine as straight as he can and his shoulders back to keep his torso in view. He brings his hands up placatingly and lowers his gaze slightly to the side, focusing on her shoulder rather than er face. “It’s alright,” he says quietly. “I’m not here to harm you.” He makes the sound again; from the corner of his eye he can see her uncurl slightly from her tight ball to get a better look at him. Well. It’s progress.
“You are in pain,” he states - and even if she isn’t in physical pain, the instinctual, psychological suffering must be absolutely unbearable. He chances a look at her face, (too young, too young, far too young to be in such distress!) taking care to avoid eye contact, lest it be mistaken for aggression. To his momentary relief, he sees that she’s still watching him.
“Please,” he whispers, desperate to crawl forward and offer whatever comfort he can. “Allow me to assist?”
He phrases it as a question, asking permission, and is rewarded when Akari whimpers and nods, one of her hands unwrapping from around her middle and reaching back at him ever so slightly. Ingo doesn’t hesitate, he slowly fixes his center of gravity - advertising his movements plainly - and shifts just enough to be able to creep forward and closer to his goal.
He sinks back to his knees once beside her, and hunches down so as not to loom over her prone form. “Shhh,” he hushes as she whimpers again. Scarred, calloused fingers reach out and alight on the poor girl’s hair, carding through it gently, wrist petting against the crown of her head to leave behind a new scent marker. A familial mark, one meant to calm and comfort, one meant to add a layer of protection, a message to others that the bearer is protected and loved. It seems to work somewhat as Akari - sweet, kind, ever-cheerful Akari - gives a tearful, exhausted sigh and nuzzles into Ingo’s hand.
(He swallows down the primal urge to tear out someone’s throat.)
Thus is the consequence of a familial mark, he knows; it signifies the bearer as protected, but doubles as a reminder to the bestower that any harm to their charge is their responsibility to repay. He can’t know for certain, not until Akari is safe and the two of them can speak properly, but if anyone has hurt this child then Ingo fully intends to pay them back in full.
With a steadying breath and a quick shake of his head, Ingo focuses his instincts towards the girl now reaching up with trembling hands to grasp at his arm, pulling herself close enough to bury her face against the side of his knee.
“War… Ing…o…?” she croaks, and the broken pieces of his name hit the warden like a punch to the gut.
“I’m here,” he whispers, reaching down to scoop her into his arms and tuck her close to his chest where his warmth and scent are stronger. She clings to his tunic, still shivering almost to the point of convulsion; Ingo cannot yet feel the seep of tears through his tunic, but he can see the shine of them on Akari’s cheeks. He tightens his arms around her. “I’m here, pup, I’ve got you.”
Maneuvering as best he can with a precious weight against his chest, Ingo shrugs first one arm and then the other out of his coat sleeves. He pulls it around in front of himself and drapes it across Akari’s shaking body. He tucks it in around her like a shield of fabric, a wall of his (hopefully comforting) scent, and allows whatever parental instincts he has in this moment to guide him. A soft swell of worried pride tugs faintly at his alpha senses at the sight of his pup, (his pup, his marker claims her as family) wrapped up in his coat, face nuzzled against his tunic. ‘Protect,’ his instincts growl; ‘protect and then avenge.’
(Lady Irida’s sorrowful orders not to help Akari be damned, no jury on earth would convict an alpha for defending their wounded cub. If Ingo so much as smells whatever has left his pup in such a state, then not even Almighty Sinnoh itself will stop him putting the culprit in its place. Until then, he has something much more pressing to worry about.)
He cradles his pup protectively to him, letting her muffle her quiet sobbing in the soft fabric of his shirt. His yurt would likely be the most ideal place to house her, he thinks; sadly, he knows he isn’t the best prepared to host a guest for what will likely be the better part of a week, if not longer - especially one going through a mangled heat.
Another option would be Lady Sneasler’s den. He knows his lady would help in an instant, as she herself is quite fond of the girl, and with Ingo’s familial marker now adorning her hair, his noble would likely react in much the same way as him - a mother guarding her kit. Additionally, as a mother, she’d be better equipped to help Akari with nesting, as Ingo, being an alpha with no memories and parental instincts currently running amok, runs the risk of making an utter mess of it. Nesting just isn’t his forte.
Another plus to this option is that it would give Ingo time to gather supplies - blankets, food, water - without leaving his pup alone. He’ll have to take stock of what he has in his yurt, then plan out the most efficient routes to obtain the rest. (He just hopes his instincts will help guide him to what his pup might need. He… may need to ask Melli for a list, as awkward as that would likely be.)
The very notion of letting his pup out of his sight is distressing enough; the thought of leaving her unattended makes his stomach absolutely turn. He tries to stamp it down as soon as it comes but isn’t quick enough to stop the tang of anxiety that momentarily bleeds into his scent.
Akari stiffens in his hold, whining softly in frightened question, and he hurries to pet his wrist against her hair once more, strengthening the marker as he rumbles softly, deep in his chest. “It’s alright,” he murmurs. “You’re safe, it’s okay.”
Akari whimpers, unsure, but untenses slightly anyway and hides her face in his tunic.
Mind made up, Ingo reaches awkwardly into the pocket of his coat, taking care not to accidentally dislodge it from his pup, and pulls out his flute. It takes some maneuvering, but he gets it to his lips and manages to play his lady’s familiar tune.
There is a distant yowl in response, further up the mountain, and Ingo allows himself a moment to relax at the sound. He shifts until he, too, is tucked under the rocky outcrop, and puts his back against the stone. Eyes and ears alert for danger, the highland warden settles down to wait with his precious passenger held securely in his arms.
By the time Lady Sneasler finds them, Ingo has managed to rock his pup into an anxious, shallow sleep.
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Berserkr - Chapter 3 - Part 1
*Warning Adult Content*
Pitchforks and Hay Bales
Despite his wide eyes and twisting gut, Valie immediately jumped into action in the face of danger.
Ignoring his sopping wet britches and sandals, the taller Omega pushed his friend's back into the stony face of the cliff, trying to hide his smaller frame among the rocks.
"Oh lord Odin, please," Tofa's voice was quiet so as not to give away their position but scratchy and frantic nonetheless, his once carefree attitude shattered by an overwhelmingly depressing realization of what was currently happening to their village.
"Not again."
The smaller Omega had been through his before.
And, if it had only happened yesterday, all of that blood and carnage, punctuated by the sight of his parents, faces frozen in an unchanging state of lifeless horror, eclipsed right back into the forefront of his mind.
Both friends stared at one another, gazes filled with equal parts understanding and terror.
The connection only lasted for all of a few seconds but by the time Valie finally fought past steel barriers of fear to speak again, it felt like they had been staring at one another for days.
"Tofa, stay here and don't make a sound. I have to go check on Sigge, Ahren and my manager but I will be back for you as soon as I ensure their safety," Vali muttered the words quietly and both Omegas jumped when the chorus of screams bellowing from the village suddenly increased in volume.
Whatever was going on up there was certainly the farthest thing in the world from safety but Valie couldn't possibly bring himself to leave his horses, his best friends, at the center of a bloodbath like that.
Tofa's bright blue shimmered with wetness, long strands of midnight black hair clinging to moistened lips as he whisper-begged a plea.
"Valie, please just stay here. I–I'm scared and... and I don't want ya' to get hurt."
Valie sighed, grasping Tofa's hand in both of his before pressing their foreheads together.
Tofa was usually a bastion of fearlessness, a tiny fortress of fortitude against the terrors that this world contained but right now he was a pane of glass on the verge of shattering.
Valie would be lying if that thought alone didn't serve to increase his heart rate a few more beats per minute.
"I know, Tof. I'm scared too," he empathized, the truth of his words more than evident in the way both of their hands shook with a violent tremor between them.
"I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise."
The smaller Omega offered a forlorn nod after a few moments of hesitation, Adam's apple bobbing with a deep swallow.
"May you remain under Odin's watchful eye."
The prayer of protection sliced straight through to the center of Valie's overworked heart and he lifted his head, briefly pressing his lips to the middle of his friend's forehead.
"Thank you."
And with that, he was off.
The scene he was greeted with when he stumbled his way up the remaining steps and peered over the cliff line was one that almost sent him backpedaling right back the way that he came.
How so much devastation had been wrought in such a short span of time Valie would never know.
But regardless of how it had occurred, the only thing that mattered is that it was awful.
It already looked as if there was more blood than dirt coating the ground and smoke rose like a monument as villagers tripped over their own feet, running to nowhere.
Some scuffled around in the red dirt without direction, crawling on hands and knees until they were ultimately seized and slaughtered right alongside their friends, neighbors and families.
Slaughtered by giants.
The sharp, musky smell of feral Alpha mixed in with the smoke and Valie had to begin breathing through his mouth to keep his instincts from taking over his rational thought.
Right now would probably be the absolute worst time for his inner Omega to decide that he should roll over and submit to the overbearing sensation of powerful Alphas in his vicinity.
Especially when one of said Alphas was currently driving his foot so deep into a crawling villager's back that he could have sworn he heard the woman's spine snap right in two.
Valie's hands flew to his mouth to stifle a scream at the horrendous sight he had just witnessed, ducking down behind the cliff face once more as he tried his best to pull himself together.
"Check on Sigge and Ahren. Save manager," he whispered the words, repeating them to himself like a mantra even though they were barely detectable among the rampant shaking of his voice.
This village, this life... even if it wasn't the most welcoming, it was the only thing that he had.
Plus, sticking to the shadows was practically his life's work.
He could do this undetected. He had to do this.
A prayer to Odin and a quick tug to tighten the laces of his sandals was his only solace before Valie finally ascended the final few steps that lay between him and the increasingly likely possibility of a devastatingly painful, gruesome death.
As usual, Valie stuck to the shadows, slinking along the outskirts of the village and camouflaging himself against the dense trees as he made his way toward his manager's estate.
Despite the fact that he was still breathing through his mouth, it was almost as if the Alpha pheromones dominated the air so strongly that they coated his tongue too, delivering a sharp flavor directly to his taste buds.
He hated to admit that it was far from a bad sensation, the furthermost primal part of his brain not quite understanding that the Alphas producing such a scent were also the ones who were single-handedly tearing his village to shreds.
In fact, that scent was one that Vali would probably bend over and present himself for in any other circumstance and he found himself having to shake his head, smacking his cheek to pull himself back together before he did something stupid enough to get himself killed.
Rounding the very last tree trunk, Vali steeled his resolve.
He tried to focus on the sharp contours of the bark as it dug into his fingertips, grounding himself in this moment.
There was only one more pathway between this tree and the barn.
All that he needed to do was get to the loose wallboard at the back and he would be safe.
"Odin, protect me," he mumbled, not even noticing the sting as his knuckles curled, digging his fingers deep enough into the bark to break skin.
And then he peeked around the tree's thick trunk and ran.
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The Bjørn swung his large body, utilizing his strength, his own weight, as well as the heft of the bearskin atop his shoulders to add to the blow.
His hand landed with practiced precision, smacking down on the villager's right ear hard enough to blow the eardrum to shreds and vibrate his brain enough to make it bleed.
As they always did, the man fell to the ground in a heap, streams of crimson dripping from both ears, his nose and mouth.
The Beta villager pulled himself along the dirt with one arm, using the other to hold a weary hand up, begging the Alpha who towered above him like a God.
The world vibrated around The Bjørn, all sounds silent to his ears as he stared without seeing.
Despite current signs of life, this man was already dead.
Einar had inflicted this injury on hundreds, likely even thousands before and this one was no different.
The man would hemorrhage from the inside of his skull until his heart failed, suffering from a lack of blood to pump to the rest of his body.
And then, Einar would simply move on to the next person unfortunate enough to fall into his everlasting list of victims.
Stepping over the bleeding man, Einar floated through the next few kills, eyes blank and unseeing.
Although the blood splashed like a waterfall upon his branded skin... hot and putrid... the Alpha hardly felt it, choosing instead to exist in a barely there state at the very back of his mind.
It was one of those days, one of those moments in his life where Einar struggled.
He struggled to find meaning, grappling with his own fealty as he wondered why he shouldn't just lock himself in a burning home with the rest of the villagers as they awaited their final meeting with Odin.
But no matter how many times he pondered the possibility of taking control of his own destiny once and for all, there was always something that stopped him, an intangible sense of reckoning that forced him to remain tethered to this mortal plane.
'Perhaps I am a coward,' he surmised as his fingertips dug deep into the eye sockets of yet another faceless form.
Hands flailed, nails scratching into the flesh of Einar's forearms to join the plethora of similar injuries that also resided there but the pain was nothing that the Alpha wasn't used to.
So he pressed further, reaching backward with his fingers until he felt skull while his other hand finished the job, palm large enough to fully wrap around the villager's neck and then some.
The villager coughed, sputtered and then stilled and Einar dropped them... like all of the others before... into the stained soil below.
But not before a flash of... something... no, someone, flew across the furthermost portion of his peripheral vision.
Shifting the bearskin on his back with a stretch of his shoulders, Einar set out in search of the elusive being.
Guiscard would be remarkably angry if they let anyone get away during a raid, the still-healing lashes that crisscrossed his broad back a testament to the Beta's remarkably high expectations of his bonded slaves.
But Einar knew better now, the brutal lesson landing right where Guiscard had intended it.
The Alpha would handle this slippery villager quickly before returning to assist the rest of the Berserkrs that were currently front-lining their master's vicious attack.
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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 13
*Warning Adult Content*
Training - Cyrus
I'm finishing up morning training, my gut twisting in anxiousness.
When Koa came to my door the other day and so adamantly demanded I train him, I was shocked.
Never would I have expected him to take me up on my offer, being how he tries his best to avoid me most of the time.
It hurts, thinking about the fact that my beautiful mate is so near but will not even let me know him.
My wolf is in pain from the rejection, constantly howling out in loneliness and urging me to go seek him.
But if Koa does not want me, then how can I?
I cannot force how I feel upon him.
So I am hoping that this new development will lead to him letting me in, even if it is just a little bit.
I stand with Xavier, watching as the other warriors leave the training grounds for the day.
As they trickle out slowly, my eyes zero in on the head of auburn curls coming towards us.
I suck in a breath, a pang of desire hitting me as I take him in.
I can already smell his mouth-watering scent in the wind, the sensation going straight to my groin.
How can someone look like that?
Like the human form of flowers and sunshine and honey?
His golden brown skin is glowing, dotted with those adorable freckles of his that I long to trace with my tongue.
And it is not just his appearance, even if it is absolutely bewitching.
It's the way he carries himself.
So strong, so confident.
Moon Goddess knows what he's been through but he marches on, doing the best he can for his pup.
I'd say he was unbreakable if I hadn't caught a glimpse of his wounded, vulnerable side when we first met and I carried him in my arms.
My mate is lovely.
And it kills me that he will not let me make him feel so.
"Am I late?" his soft voice jerks me out of my internal conflict and I find myself looking down into those pretty eyes of his.
My heart squeezes.
He is so small in front of me like this, both Xavier and I towering over him.
Though to others he's probably considered tall for an Omega, it doesn't make much of a difference when I'm two times his size.
Maybe this is not such a good idea.
Training him to fight would mean entertaining the idea that he could participate in battle one day and the thought of my fragile Omega up against violent brutes so much bigger than him sparks fear into my very being.
But it is his wish.
And him knowing how to fight is better than him knowing nothing at all.
Though I hate to even consider it, if there is a case where I'm not there to protect him his own skills will be the best chance he's got.
Xavier elbows me and I realize I have been awkwardly staring.
I cough sheepishly, scratching my head.
"You are on time," I reply.
I spare another glance at him and to my surprise, there's a trace of amusement in his expression.
While any attention at all from my mate is nice, I do not think this is what I would have chosen.
I must look like a bumbling fool.
"And who is this?" the voice of Rafael, one of the Alphas in Xavier and my inner circle, rings out.
I can already tell that I will not find pleasant whatever comes out of his mouth next.
"The one Cyrus sent you to get fighting leathers for," Xavier replies disinterestedly.
Rafael grins sleazily at Koa, holding out the clothes.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, pretty thing."
I clench my fists and Xavier places a firm hand on my arm.
I know it would be unwise to lose my temper here, especially in front of my mate.
I do not want to scare him.
Koa raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, snatching the leathers from his hand.
"Don't call me a thing."
Rafael's face falls, presumably not expecting such a reaction to his bold flirtation.
"You wound me."
Koa just rolls his eyes and ignores him.
Pride and gratification sweep through me in an instant at the blatant rejection.
I can barely keep the smile off my face.
"You can go change in that log building over there," Xavier tells Koa and he nods his thanks before heading off.
"I hate to see him leave but I love to watch him go," Rafael sighs, apparently unfazed by my Omega's disinterest in him.
He ogles Koa's retreating figure, gaze clearly focused on the swell of his ass and sway of his hips as he walks.
I let out a low growl, shooting him an icy glare.
"Eyes off."
His hazel eyes widen in shock as he turns towards us, finally tearing his eyes off Koa.
"This a first from you, Cyrus, acting so possessive. Finally got your eye on an Omega? You've got taste, I must say."
"That was his mate, you idiot," Xavier cuts in, shaking his head as he rubs a hand over his face.
"Oh shit," Rafael clasps a hand over his mouth.
I forgot that he only just got back from a long-term mission yesterday and probably hasn't been updated on any pack developments.
Seems like his time away did nothing to diminish his desperate tendencies.
He hits on any attractive person he sees.
And my mate is very, very much so.
I place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing hard enough to hurt.
"It would be wise of you to stop acting like a sex-crazed mutt, especially around Koa," I seethe coldly and he gulps, nodding vigorously.
Then I let him go, walking off towards the changing house to wait for Koa.
"He's so scary," I hear Rafael exclaim.
"Get off of me," Xavier replies.
Training - Koa
"Three laps around the field," I gape at Cyrus.
"Are you serious? I thought you were going to teach me to like... beat people up."
Xavier and everyone else have gone, leaving Cyrus and I alone together for our training.
I'm uncomfortable in these new leathers, unused to wearing such constricting materials.
The garbs are all black, the top lacing up my waist to my chest for tightening adjustment.
"You expect to be able to 'beat people up' as you say, when you are out of breath just walking from the changing house to here?"
I glare at him in offense, crossing my arms.
Where's this sudden sass coming from?
Perhaps he's antagonistic towards me, after all.
But what I'm really annoyed about is the fact that he's right.
I have basically no stamina.
"Asshole," I pout.
"This 'asshole' would like you to start running your first lap," he replies curtly.
When it's clear he's not going to sway on his decision, I decide to get it over with.
I am the one who asked for this, after all.
*
"I can't. I can't go any more," I pant, chest heaving as I practically fall to the ground on my hands and knees.
I cough like an old woman with fever, my heart feeling like it will burst from my chest.
Cyrus stands over me, the bulging muscles of his arms rippling as he crosses them over his chest, surveying my state.
"This is why I had us do this. Imagine you are running from an opponent that's caught you off guard. If you are not able to endure through the chase long enough to shake him off and plan a course of attack, you're as good as dead."
"I get it, dickhead. Sorry I'm not built like a mountain like some people."
I think I see his lips twitch, almost forming a smile but it is gone in a second.
He regains his composure.
"Despite what you may think, your smaller frame gives you an advantage. There is less weight for you to carry as you run."
I push up from the grass to my knees, still out of breath.
"Even so, I... I can't finish Cyrus. I still have two laps left."
"Koa," he kneels down to me, looking deep into my eyes.
"Yes, you can."
And so I do.
It takes forever but I eventually finish three laps around the giant field.
The sun is low in the sky and I am drenched in sweat but as I near the end marker, which is just Cyrus who stands there stoically, a sudden burst of energy propels me forward.
I pass him and fall into the grass, rolling onto my back as I gasp.
Exhaustion rolls over me in waves and my legs burn but I did it.
"I did it," I laugh hoarsely, grinning up at the sky as Cyrus walks over to stand before me.
"Yes, you did," his face is warm, those cold eyes of his thawed as he takes me in. "Very good, little wolf."
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Imagine - Alpha Homelander and Omega Y/N
Raised in a lab to be the best sup, it still arrives the day Homelander has his first rut. He is 15 years old.
Doctors don't know what to do because he's too strong and dangerous, but he needs a partner.
They think that, if they find his true mate, then as an Alpha, he will control himself and not hurt his lover. An Omega would be best, although Vought doesn't do supe Omegas, only Alphas and Betas.
Several parents of Omegas are contacted to come and introduce their children to Homelander. After a long selection, and several more or less violent rejections, he meets Y/N.
The little Omega is perfect. Their smell is sweet, reassuring. They’re cute and polite. But they are only seven years old. Much too small, too young, too fragile.
Homelander doesn't know what to do. He wants to keep his mate close to him all the time. At the same time, he is afraid of hurting them by accident. He also doesn't want the child to be raised in the lab like him. They won’t take Compound V, he’s agaisnt that, it’s too dangerous. And above all, no way to do anything... weird, until they are at least eighteen years old.
An agreement is made for Y/N to come visit him several times a week, but staying with their family the rest of the time.
One of the doctors, a Beta, doesn't like it at all though. Not the arrangement, but the fact that a poor innocent Omega has to be Homelander's mate. A monster who has already killed a lot of people, who is manipulative, cold, selfish.
Granted, he didn't crush Y/N when he hugged them, unlike everyone feared. He seems kind to them, patient, different. But that could change.
The doctor knows that the parents will not understand, they are happy to have the money and that their child has such an exceptional mate. So in secret, he finds a way to abduct the child, to entrust them to another family, to hide their nature by using suppressants, and to make them forget all this story. It works, because Y/N was very young, and when they ask who "John" was, they just say it was a neighbor they liked but who has moved away.
Of course; Homelander is not at all pleased to have lost his mate. He is ready to destroy everything to find them, he is afraid that they have been harmed, he has the impression of being a bad Alpha who did not know how to protect them.
As he grows up, not having Y/N around him to calm him down, and still not knowing where his mate is, or even if they are still alive, he becomes a violent and cruel supe, but intelligent and discreet, to maintain the admiration of the public.
One day, at a convention, he meets the doctor, accompanied by the kid of one of his friends, an adult Beta, who seems familiar to him. But with the Beta not lying when they claim they've never met, Homelander doesn't know what to think. If only that face didn't haunt him in his dreams, and the doctor hadn't looked so nervous during this meeting...
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Who is the most needy while in heat?
I decided to write for a few characters for different categories: Clingiest, Horniest, Territorial and Requires Support. Enjoy~
Who is the clingiest:
1. Itachi – Itachi has only ever had soft heats in his life(heats that are not sexually, but instead emotionally charged). He didn’t have his first heat until he was already part of the Akatsuki and didn’t feel safe enough for a proper heat. His health also isn’t the best, so his body knows to have soft heats rather than normal heats. Because he only has these types of heats, they are very strong. He feels a constant urge to be by your side, ideally with you touching him at all times. He can’t take suppressants because they mess with his illness, so he can’t minimise the effects. He spends the two days holed up in his room, the door locked and sealed shut. He won’t let you leave his nest much, growling and whining if you try. His instincts are screaming at him that he has to protect you and that you have to protect him. He can get a little addled and confused because the impulses are too strong. He’s extremely clingy in heat and he hates it. He always feels embarrassed afterwards.
2. Izuku – Izuku is prone to crying and feeling very rejected if you neglect him during his preheat or heat. He feels the sting of rejection very strongly and feeling abandoned during a heat is… not good for omegas to put it lightly. It can make them sick if it’s serious enough. So, Izuku will definitely try and keep you in his nest as much as possible, asking wordlessly to be carried with you if you need to leave for a moment. Going to work or leaving the house during his heats (even when he’s on suppressants) is a no-no for him. He will do anything to get you to stay with him, including but not limited to hiding your keys, seducing you, and begging.
3. Mammon – From the second he’s in preheat, he literally will not leave you alone. He’s very attention starved, but his slight tsundere tendencies keep him from acting on his need for affection. His heat and preheat remove the tsundere tendencies and make him even more desperate for attention. He’s hanging off of his Alpha constantly, following them around and sleeping in their room. He enjoys laying on top of them while they stroke his hair or rub his back. Will growl away anyone who tries to take you from him. If the growling doesn’t work, he’ll whine at you to stay with him because he knows you can’t refuse him when he’s like that.
4. Kaoru – He doesn’t like how clingy he is, but it’s very uncomfortable for an omega to ignore their heat urges, so he doesn’t bother trying to resist it. He’s very prone to loneliness when he’s in heat or preheat, so he likes it if you’re with him as much as possible. He will spend most the time sitting on your lap, innocently and not so innocently.
5. L – He isn’t particularly fussed about constant physical affection, but he wants you to be in the same room as him at all times. He constantly turns away from his work to make sure you’re still sitting in the room with him, and in the evenings, he likes if he can sit on your lap while he works. His heats are reduced from suppressants, and his libido is very low generally, but he still likes to make sure his alpha is safe and with him during his heat and be surrounded by his alpha’s scent.
Who is the most territorial during heat:
1. Sasuke – Will straight up growl at anyone who gets too close to you both, and it won’t end well if someone shows up at his house when he’s in heat. Sasuke immediately views whoever it is as a threat and would likely try and attack them, especially if they were a stranger or someone he didn’t like. He is a lot less stressed during this time if you both just hole up at home for his preheat and heat. One of the reasons he makes his nest in a walk in wardrobe is because it’s an easily defendable place.
2. Shikamaru – He has to have an arm around you or vice versa at all times. He makes sure you always smell like him during his preheats, just as a warning to other omegas. In heat, he gets very intense and caught up in the feelings, so interruptions from outsiders will be jarring and he’s likely to react aggressively.
3. Shinsou – Is very paranoid when in heat and preheat. He gets nervous about people coming to try and hurt him and his mate while he’s weak, so he doesn’t like anyone he doesn’t know around you or him. Shinsou is fiercely protective of his family and his alpha. When he’s actually in heat, he would probably try to attack anyone who got too close.
4. Belphie – Likes to just lay down and sleep with you when he’s in preheat, and whenever any of his brothers (or anyone else) try and get you to move, he growls them away, wrapping his arms around your chest to stop you from going anywhere. Would definitely bite someone if they were brave enough to try and remove him from you by force. When he’s in heat, he uses compulsion charms to keep people away from the attic where he likes to spend his heat with you.
5. Diavolo – He can’t keep his hands or lips off of his alpha during preheat, but not just in a horny way, mainly in a ‘they’re mine’ kind of way. He likes to show off his relationship to others as a warning to stay away. He is delightfully smug if you return the treatment.
6. Kusuo – He pretends he isn’t being territorial when he’s in preheat, but whenever you end up in conversation with someone, Kusuo is just suddenly standing next to you, I wonder how that happened? He also makes a way greater effort to ditch anyone who might interrupt his alone time with you. He turns his friends away if they show up at his door when he’s in preheat. When in heat, he gets off on the ‘you’re mine and I’m yours’ aspect.
7. Light – This boy in greedy for your attention when he’s in preheat, and very bitter if he doesn’t get enough of it. He directs most of his anger at anyone who he perceives as taking you away from him. He will lie and manipulate others away from you both during this time with zero hesitation or regret. Would be possessive if you gave too much attention to a book while he’s in heat.
Who needs the most support:
1. Alois – I headcanon that Alois has some specific heat related trauma, that I’m not going to get into right now, that impacts him greatly. His alpha is his protection. He only feels safe during his heat if you’re there with him. If you leave him alone, even just for a minute, he will panic, fear mixing with his already heat addled brain. For that reason, he needs a great deal of support, he needs a gentle touch and a constant presence.
2. Shouto – His father paid to have him on illegal grade suppressant without him knowing just after Shouto’s quirk came in. Endeavour got the quirk he wanted, but not the dynamic he wanted, so he tried to change that. He experiences similar heats to Neji when he first comes off of suppressants. He’s so sensitive everywhere that it hurts. He wants to be touched so badly, but it hurts him. His alpha needs to work with him slowly to help him overcome the sensitivity.
3. Neji – I mentioned before that due to the suppressant abuse that was inflicted on Neji as a child, his heats can be very painful, especially at first, much like Shouto. For a more in-depth analysis, I have headcanons on Neji’s suppressant abuse listed on my pinned masterlist.
4. Keigo (Hawks) – He suffers from really bad paranoia during his heats. At first, it’s unclear what’s triggering the paranoia, but eventually it becomes clear that his treatment in the hands of the Commission have left him some nasty mental scars. When Keigo is in heat, he needs to have the door locked and bolted, the windows lock and covered with thick curtains and blinds, he needs to be rid of all technology or anything a person could use to contact him, and he needs all supplies to be in his nest with him so that neither you nor him have to leave that one room. It’s why the room he nests in must have an ensuite. He tends to have soft heats (emotionally charge rather than sexually charged) because his paranoia makes his body think he’s in too much danger to have a proper heat. It’s lucky that his heats normally only last for a day.
(N-sfw under cut~)
Who is the horniest:
1. Sebastian – He barely manages to keep it together during the day when he has to serve Ciel, but at night? You better be fucking him so well that he can’t stay coherent. He needs a full eight hours of sex before the heat withdraws enough for him to focus. A demon’s heat is very intensive after all.
2. Kakashi – Every little thing sets him off when he’s in heat. Maybe you knotted him and the heat is subsiding a little, but then you bit your lip or stretch in a certain way, and immediately he’s consumed by his heat again. He struggles to keep it in his trousers long enough to hydrate and sleep. Sometimes he needs to cockwarm his alpha just to be able to calm his instincts enough to sleep.
3. Tamaki A – He gets so horny at the peaks of his heat that any and all nervousness completely vanishes. He will beg his alpha shamelessly to get what he needs. He cannot control his voice at all, so you better hope your neighbours are forgiving, because Amajiki shouts some filthy things when he feels really good.
4. Asmo – No one is surprised that he is completely and overwhelmingly horny for his entire heat. Most omegas have down moments for resting and hydrating while their heat isn’t so bad. Not Asmo. His heat lasts for three days (a maximum amount) and is intense for all of it. You have to make him to eat and drink something while he begs and writhes on your lap for you to fuck him.
5. Kiba – Has a very high sex drive in general, even when he’s not in heat, so it’s no surprise that he’s basically insatiable when he’s in heat. He jumps his alpha five times a day when he’s in preheat, and every hour when he’s in heat. If you can’t provide for him as often as he needs, he will absolutely buy a knotted dildo and use it while he’s on top of you. Most of the time that convinces his alpha to help him get off.
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Soft!Alpha!Bakugou defending his Omega (headcanons)
A/N: Beloved Anon, I dearly hope that this will help soothe the painfull events that are happening between you and your friend. I think we all need a soft, protective and explosive Alpha every once in a while.
Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar errors I made. My eyes aren’t fully healthy right now and I’’m still under treatment to find out what is wrong with them. So please forgive me, for both writing and reading have become very difficult for me to do.
Enjoy!!
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* Your 'friend' must have a death wish
* It started off slowly, the remarks about your figure, your second gender, mocking your job as a barista
* Last week Bakugou came home, hoping to find his sweet smelling Omega already eating their dinner
* Instead his nose picked up on a hint of a sour smell in your scent
* "Oi, you okay, (Y/N)?"
* You tell him about the behaviour of your friend towards you whilst also reassuring Bakugou that everything would be okay again once you talked to your friend
* Now while Bakugou is very protective of his mate, he also respects you and trusts you to stand up for yourself
* He's convinced that if you're capable of handling his ass, you're capable of everything
* But if there's one thing Bakugou Katsuki is not, it's stupid
* Try as you might, he can clearly see your mood dropping every day and your scent getting more sour, so bad he can almost taste it
* And you try to be as strong as possible, trying to talk things over with your friend because you don't wanna lose your friendship
* But there's only so much degradation one person can take
* Ever since you stepped into the home you shared with your carmine eyed Alpha, you just broke down on the couch
* You truly feel like you've lost someone you cared so deeply about and it hurts to feel like you're not worthy of being their friend
* Miles away from you, a certain Alpha Pro Hero felt something inside him shift
* His whole body on alert while his eyes try to find the source of this feeling
* A villain attack? Nah, everything's quiet on the streets today
* Before an hour had even passed he was able to understand this feeling
* My Omega is hurting
* (Listen here, Hawks may be fast and have big ass wings, but not even he can keep up with Dynamight in 'Protect Omega'- mode)
* As soon as he bursts through the door, he found you curled up in a fetal position on the couch and he was ready to tear apart whatever caused your disstress
* "Hé hé, the fuck is wrong? Did someone-"
* "I can't take it anymore, Katsuki"
* As soon as these words leave your mouth, Bakugou starts fearing the worst
* Is this it? Were you leaving him? Surely, that must be it, nobody can be with such a hot headed Alpha like him for the rest of their life. Did you finally realise that he doesn't deserve you? Did you-
* "They keep degrading me and I just can't take it anymore, Katsuki. I tried, I really did, but... i don't want someone who makes me feel worthless as a friend and I just- I just don't know anymore..."
* Seeing you this heartbroken over that bastard of a friend tore him apart
* One side wanted to hunt down your 'friend' and skin them alive before throwing them in a pit of salt
* And one side wanted to wrap you in his arms and protect you from the rest of the world
* The latter won
* Tonight was about holding you close and wiping away the tears you cried
* Softly telling you that he's so proud of calling you his Omega while tracing words of love on the skin of your back
* His pheromones chasing away your dark thoughts and soothing your own distressed, rotten scent, slowly returning it to it's own roasted marshmellow smell
* Not letting you go as the two of you shower together, washing your hair and massaging your scalp
* Worshipping your body with acts of intimate love while mumbling words of praise
* "Beautiful", "love your pure heart", "your scent is like air to me", "better than the world deserves", "my passionate Omega", "Keeper of my heart"
* He will die before ever making you feel like you're anything less than the Godess he saw you as
* Tonight was all about making his Omega feel wanted
* Tomorrow however...
* You stayed home (Bakugou's advice) to recover from your break down yesterday, while Bakugou went out on a little errand
* Last thing you expected was for the doorbell to ring, smelling your Alpha on the other side of the door
* And another scent, one that's downright terrified
* As you opend the door, you found your ex-friend kneeling on your doorstep with a lookin of utter fear in their eyes
* "What? Katsuki, what is (Y/F/N) doing here?"
* He smirked as he looked down at your friend. "I believe you have something to tell her, don'tcha?"
* Through all the sobbing and snot on their face you were able to make out the words 'sorry', 'you're not worthless', 'Omega's are my equal', 'I was a scumbag', 'save me from Satan', 'I beg for forgiveness'
* You... didn't really know what to say besides telling them that what they did to you really hurt your feelings and your friendship is over
* As they started to beg even more, Bakugou grabbed them by their scruff and told them to 'Fuck off, before he'll tear off their head for making HIS Omega cry'
* Slamming the door close, Bakugou picked you up to start walking to your bedroom
* His scent rolling over you like a warm blanket as you softly purr: "Thank you, Alpha. For making me feel safe again."
* A feeling of pride swelling up in your mate for protecting and standing up for his Omega
* He'll carry the world like Atlas for you if you asked him
* He grins. "Anything for you, my mate. You think they got the message?"
* "I think you personally put the fear of God himself in their heart."
* "Good. That should fucking teach them not to come near my Omega ever again."
* He may be the explosive Pro Hero and Alpha Dynamight, but he's left defenseless when it comes to you, his Omega and he'll do everything within his power to make you feel loved every single day of your shared life
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MARVEL
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Steve Rogers
One-Shots
Choose : Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)
Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.
Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.
Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)
Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)
Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)
The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.
No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)
Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)
Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)
Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.
Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)
Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.
The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.
In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)
Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)
Series
At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)
Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)
Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)
Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)
Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)
Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)
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Bucky Barnes
One-Shots
Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team
Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual
Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend
Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms
Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.
Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason
Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)
To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)
The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)
A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)
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Steve x Reader x Bucky
One-Shots
Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O
Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)
Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.
Series
•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU. (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)
Master of His Own Fate-2
•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)
Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)
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Stephen Strange
Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)
Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)
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Loki
Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)
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Tony Stark
Series
•My Little Girl: Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)
My Little Girl - 2: Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)
My Little Girl-3
One-Shots
Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)
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Peter Parker
Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)
Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)
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SamBucky
Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)
Sam Wilson
To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)
RANSOM DRYSDALE
One-Shots
One Day : Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him
Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?
The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)
The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)
Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom
ANDY BARBER
One-Shots
Golden Cage : You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)
Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)
No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)
His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)
A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)
LEE BODECKER
One-Shots
Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth
The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)
Series
•Sell My Soul : You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)
Sell My Soul -2 : Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy. (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)
Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)
Drabbles Masterlist
SHERLOCK HOLMES
One-Shots
What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)
Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)
CHRIS EVANS
One-Shots
Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.
Muse Music : Chris plays for you
Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.
AUGUST WALKER
One-Shots
Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)
Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)
LUCIFER
To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)
JAKE JENSEN
At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?
Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)
When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)
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The Luna
◐ PART VII of THE ALPHA ◐
◐ Series Masterlist ◐
◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐ Part VI ◐
Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader
Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)
Warnings: this one is a little darker... implied violence, mentions of blood, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming, sexual innuendo, discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries, discussions or ruts, (non-explicit) kidnapping and drugging, its not as bad as it sounds, but it is definitely a bit darker...
Word Count: 4200
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Fifteen Years Ago...
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“It can’t be-”
“Run for the elders! Quickly!
“Red smoke rises from the Luna’s hearth!”
The red smoke was invented by the first wolf known to mate a witch. Legend has it that their bond lent him some of her magic and with it he created a mystical powder that unleashed bloody plumes like knife slashes in the clouds.
It was a distress call.
A wolf in danger or in need could throw the powder (usually into their fireplace) and the red smoke would rise - drawing others to their aid.
No fire was needed and the strange shimmering clouds it produced could even be seen on a moonless night.
“What happened? Where is the Luna?”
The chief elder was still out of breath, having charged over from his chambers to find Isa in hysterics.
“She’s gone! Something scared her! It triggered a half-shift!”
His eyes widened in fear and alarm.
“She’s too young to half-shift. The energy it would take-”
Isa broke into sobs again.
The girl was only five years old. She and her wolf were too volatile to merge safely. The wolf would be frightened - it would run.
Eventually the child might regain control, but she would have no way of knowing where she was or how she got there…
And she would be weak. The effects of the shift were too much for a pup that age.
The chief elder felt true terror grip his heart.
“Call for the alphas - immediately!”
Although they were technically one of the oldest bloodlines in the village, Park Clan had only five families to its name - all betas.
Except for one.
Park Jimin was the first alpha ever born to the Parks and as such he became the head of his family on the day of his birth - officially the youngest clan leader in history.
When the call for alphas spread through the village, nine year-old Jimin was roused from his bed to serve on behalf of his people.
Clan alphas were required to report, regardless of their age.
“I don’t have to tell any of you what is at stake. Our pack has been entrusted with the Luna’s bloodline. Her safety is our sacred commission.”
The woods were no place for a child. If fluctuating temperatures and possible starvation weren’t bad enough, there were wild bears, packless ferals, rogue witches, snakes, and worst of all-
Unblessed wolves—animals without a human heart. They were by far the most pressing danger to the little girl.
“Surely young Park can remain at home for this,” Jeon Jinseok pressed. The boy was barely older than his grandson, Jungkook, and he was reluctant to endanger another pup needlessly.
Some quiet murmurs of assent could be heard around the elder’s chambers, however the chief elder himself shook his head sadly.
“I understand your concern… but the law is the law. Every clan alpha is sworn to such a task. He took an oath after his first transformation-”
“He was seven-”
“An oath is still an oath.”
All eyes turned to the gentle voice in the corner. The Park alpha looked impossibly small and soft.
But his gaze burned with determination.
“It is my right and duty to seek the Luna alongside all of you.” His round little jaw clenched stubbornly. “I’m not afraid.”
The sound of bones and sinew shifting filled the air as one by one the clan alphas fell to their wolf forms and took off into the forest.
Until only a small silver wolf remained.
The chief elder sighed.
The boy would not undergo the Change for another six years. The mental link between his wolf and human forms was not yet complete. It was difficult for information to pass from one to the other.
“You are the wolf force of Park Jimin.”
After a moment the wolf nodded.
“You were called here because the Luna has gone missing and you must find her if you can. Search the woods until your wolf force can endure no longer and then return. If you find the child, bring her home as soon as possible.”
The young wolf nodded again and then disappeared into the night.
It was cold.
The last thing you remembered was a loud noise. It was too close - you panicked-
Then there was heat and pain and running and now this-
Darkness and barren trees looming over you as far as your frightened eyes could see.
“...Hello?”
Your hands were bleeding. Tears began to slide softly down your cheek as your lips trembled.
“H-Hello?”
Jimin had never been allowed into the forest alone. A myriad of new shapes and odd smells assaulted his senses as he ran.
He had only seen you a handful of times.
Bright silver eyes with a smile that could set even the coldest heart into bloom.
Now you needed him.
And he was going to save you.
It was not a question or a matter of chance in his mind. He was meant to find you. It was as if a thread from his chest was bound to a thread from yours and his wolf knew to follow it without question or thought for its significance.
I’m coming, little Luna. Hold on.
Your nose was not yet fully developed, but the stench creeping through the air toward you was unmistakable.
Unblessed.
A soulless wolf.
The last time you encountered it was after a hunt. Your father killed one who attacked him and he brought it home for you to scent.
So you could recognize the smell of danger.
Gradually two shining eyes emerged from the darkness, yet unlike the wolves of your village, these were dark and fathomless-
Hungry.
You couldn’t tell much about its age or coloring, it was too thin - too dirty, but the bared teeth and steady progress closer signaled its intent clearly.
“Please,” you whispered, as it crouched back on its hind legs, preparing to strike.
Tears blurred your vision as you heard it leap forward.
But the strike never came.
Another wolf tackled it to the ground before it could reach you. The two of them tangled viciously in the moonlight; a terrifying mass of snarling and claws.
The smaller fighter was already bleeding, but he clamped down on his opponent’s throat in the first hit and hung on to it even as the animal snapped and scratched brutally at his skin.
Jimin could feel his strength beginning to fail him. The pain was excruciating, but he had to endure. If he let go, he was lost-
You were lost.
So he held.
And at last the soulless wolf collapsed on top of him.
For a moment, all was quiet.
Jimin felt the wounds over his hide begin to tug at the edge of his consciousness. Accelerated healing could only do so much... He was hurt badly.
Then two small hands began to push at the unblessed corpse. Small huffs and heaves poured from you as you worked to free him from beneath his defeated foe.
“Don’t be afraid, Silver,” you grunted, “Momma says the healing works best if you can get warm.”
With one final heave you disposed of the beast as best you could, then moved to wrap your body around your injured champion.
“I can help,” you whispered, letting the tears fall freely. His soft whimpers were the only reply you received as you snuggled in closer, running your hands gently over the soft fur.
The young wolf’s eyes were already beginning to lose focus.
“Please goddess,” you begged into the night. “Please save him.”
Then the two of you drifted into a heavy sleep.
Jimin opened his eyes again just as the dawn broke.
He was still in wolf form, but the pain of his injuries had lessened considerably.
Either that or he was becoming numb.
His eyes dropped to the figure curled up next to him and his heart stirred. You were so pale… and he could feel your small body shivering violently against his chest.
She will not last much longer...
It took nearly everything he had to stand to his feet and nudge you awake.
“Will you bring me back, Silver?” you asked weakly.
Jimin nodded and the two of you stumbled forward into the forest, trusting the vague recollections of his wolf instincts to lead you home.
Isa was beside herself with worry. Wolves came and went throughout the night-
But there was still no sign of you.
And the odds of a child surviving the woods alone with no heat and no protection were slim at best.
Her hands shook as she gathered feed for the horses from the storeroom near the back of the house. She willed herself to complete the task - any task - in an effort to busy her mind and perhaps achieve a moment of respite.
Her hand closed around the back door handle and she started forward - only to nearly lose her balance over something lying on the porch.
The bucket of feed dropped from her grasp, sending kernels of grain in all directions.
Two bodies lay in a heap at her feet, clutching one another desperately. The Luna and her silver wolf were covered in matted blood and dirt.
But they were alive.
Isa began to scream, drawing out the other two occupants of the house; her husband Roojin and his younger sister, a beta healer named Ryn.
“Oh my goddess,” Ryn gasped, “that’s the Park alpha! I heard some of the elders saying that he hadn’t checked in last night!”
“Get them inside. If we don’t act quickly we could lose them.”
Roojin tried to lift you away from the wolf, but the action was enough to rouse you and you immediately began to kick and scream frantically.
“No! I won’t leave him!” you sobbed, wrapping your body even tighter around the injured pup. “Silver, wake up! Please wake up!”
“Baby you need to let him go! We have to treat him!”
But you were frantic, refusing - violently - to be separated from your rescuer.
Ryn was eventually forced to grab a syringe from her field kit to sedate you.
Isa carried your limp body to the fireplace and began to peel off your wet clothes while Ryn and Roojin dealt with Jimin’s injuries in the kitchen. Blood dripped over the tabletop and puddled ominously on the floor while they worked.
“It looks like he was attacked.” Ryn’s eyes began to water. “What a brave little boy.”
“How the hell did he survive this?”
“I don’t know, but without a healing touch he’ll die.” She ripped her gloves off and rolled up her sleeves. “Stand back.”
Twenty minutes later Isa and Roojin caught the young healer as her legs gave out from under her. She had poured the majority of her energy into restoring the young Park alpha - perhaps more than was strictly safe-
But he would survive and that was all that mattered.
“I must contact the elders,” Isa murmured as she helped Ryn to a seat near the hearth. “In all the chaos I forgot to tell them that we found her.”
Roojin sighed, letting his eyes drift back to the table.
“That pup brought her back, but I wonder if they’ll even believe it. I wouldn’t - not if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”
“No...” Ryn whispered from the chair. “You can’t tell them about the boy.”
“Why not? He’s the only reason she’s still alive. He deserves to be recognized.”
“You don’t understand,” she shook her head weakly. “His clan is nothing. They have no power - no other alphas. This will make him a target. The alpha pups will challenge him and the stronger clans will see him as a threat to their influence…”
She pulled herself upright and limped over to the table where the young wolf slept.
“But he's just a child….and small for his age at that. He has no powerful clansmen to protect him from the ramifications of this.”
Her hands clenched to fists.
“When his human form returns, he won’t remember saving the Luna. We’ll take him to his mother’s home at nightfall - make it seem like he wandered back. He may garner some respect for surviving the woods, but then they’ll leave him alone… and he can go on living his life in peace.”
Ryn turned to face them both with a determined expression.
“We owe him that.”
“Where is the silver wolf? Where have you taken him?”
As soon as the sedative wore off you reached for the boy once again, only to find that he was gone.
“The silver wolf was hurt very badly, sweetheart. Your aunt carried him away to be treated.”
“I have to go with him! He needs me!”
“No, honey - you can’t-”
Isa pulled you into her arms and you collapsed into helpless sobs. The last twenty-four hours had finally caught up with you.
You were too weak to fight back.
“Luna… the silver wolf is in danger. Are you willing to keep him safe?”
You nodded fiercely, letting the flow of your tears soak through your mother’s sleeves.
“Then you must never tell another soul that the silver wolf saved you. No one can know that he was with you in the forest.”
Your eyes narrowed in confusion.
“But-”
“You will tell everyone that you found the way back alone. Do not mention the silver wolf.”
Isa lifted your chin till your eyes met hers.
“Promise me, Luna.”
Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest as you thought of your champion. He had spared you from a gruesome fate and you did not even know his name.
You wanted so desperately to thank him.
Last night, you were so cold - so afraid - that you hadn’t said it...
Now you never could.
So instead you would protect him - no matter what it cost.
“I promise.”
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Today...
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“I don’t like him.”
Jimin tilted his head slightly toward his best friend.
“Who?”
Taehyung took a long sip of water then moved his hand to cover his mouth. To an outside observer he would appear to be wiping excess liquid from his lips.
“The senior envoy from the Iron Claw pack.” He shook his head. “Something about him is off. He’s ill at ease.”
All the major packs of the mountain nations dispatched representatives to greet and solidify their relations with the new Alpha.
Any pack who failed to send a proper delegation risked a diplomatic incident.
The first twenty-four hours held great significance when it came to the transfer of power. The official term for the tradition-packed period between the revelation of the Alpha and his ultimate reunion with the Luna was called “The King’s New Moon.”
The new moon was the darkest phase of the lunar cycle and the immediate separation from his mate was meant to be a test of the Alpha’s restraint and bearing.
Jimin wanted to put his fist through a wall.
He missed you.
Fighting Namjoon was nothing compared to the torture of this bureaucratic circus.
As the day progressed he was extremely grateful to have Yoongi and Taehyung at his side. Yoongi agreed to act as interim Praetor while Namjoon recovered and he and Taehyung were quick to fill in any knowledge gaps Jimin had with regards to protocol.
The first round of ceremonial greetings between packs dragged on more than an hour before the bell struck for a brief recess. In fact, until Taehyung’s rather strange pronouncement, nearly every moment played out with boring predictability.
Though there was one notable surprise.
Apparently the Iron Claw pack had just undergone a change of leadership and was now under the command of a female alpha named Azira Kai.
Authority in the Iron Claw pack was traditionally decided through combat, and Azira beat nearly thirty-five challengers to ascend as queen.
Female alphas were extraordinarily rare. Jimin knew they existed, but Azira was the first one he’d ever heard of.
Iron Claw’s senior envoy delivered the news himself at the start of the ceremony and personally conveyed the queen’s well wishes.
Jimin eyed the representative in question speculatively from his corner of the table. At first glance the man seemed much like every other emissary gathered in the crowded hall to fulfil centuries old obligations. But Taehyung had always possessed a strange sense about people.
His instincts could not be easily dismissed.
“I will keep that in mind,” he whispered as he sent the young man a courteous nod.
The sun had already begun to set when a messenger from the chief elder’s chambers arrived at your door. At long last the ceremonial requirements were drawing to a close and soon the elder’s council would be sending you instructions.
However...‘soon’ could mean anything from twenty minutes to five hours.
“You might as well rest while you can,” Jin teased with a salacious wiggle of his brows. “Who knows what strenuous activity you might find yourself involved in when they finally let that boy loose.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to pretend that your cheeks weren’t burning with embarrassment.
“I will rest, but not for any reason you’re thinking.”
Truth be told, your nerves were a bit… frayed.
A frustration was building within you and nothing seemed to satisfy it. You weren’t even sure what you were wanting, but you definitely wanted it.
“Of course not,” your cousin chuckled as you gathered your gloves and wandered back to the bedroom.
An hour later Jin’s boredom found him snuggled up on the couch near the fireplace reading over an old cookbook from your mother’s pantry.
“Heavens… no wonder Aunt Isa’s kimchi is so dry. This is a disgrace.”
Suddenly the front door began to shake and pound violently. Strange smells carried through the air and his eyes widened.
Foreign wolves.
He drew in a deep breath and immediately growled in frustration.
Foreign alphas.
A small bowl of red powder sat on the mantle above the hearth. Jin just barely managed to toss it into the flames before the door splintered off its hinges.
“Hello boys,” he drawled, unleashing a massive dose of pheromones while the knives strapped to his forearms slid smoothly to his hands. “What brings you here?”
“I just heard the strangest news,” Min Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the small scrap of paper passed to him by one of the council aides.
“Oh?”
The next set of guild masters were making their way to Jimin at a snail’s pace. It would be several seconds before he needed to greet them.
“One of the healers sent word that Namjoon has disappeared from his assigned recovery room.” He shook his head curiously. “Where do you suppose he’s gone?”
Jimin’s eyes widened.
That mangy mutt. He’s probably bent Yunli over every surface of her brother’s house by now. Goddess above! He couldn’t hold out for six more days?
“I’m sure I have no idea.”
I should have killed him. This is a disaster. He can barely walk, how does he expect to-
“The Miner’s Guild is honored to serve at the pleasure of the Alpha.”
Jimin nodded regally and forced up a pleasant smile.
“The honor is entirely mine, Master Lee. I look forward to-”
A loud crash split the solemn hush of the room as a young member of the council guard burst through the heavy wooden doors.
“Red smoke! Red smoke rises from the Luna’s hearth!”
Jimin felt his heart plummet into his stomach.
Chaos erupted immediately.
“Call for the guards!”
“We must notify the healers.”
“The messengers just spoke to her-”
“Is it an attack?”
“ENOUGH!”
The Alpha’s voice cut across the assembly with authoritative resonance.
Every eye turned to him in expectation.
But he could only think of you.
“Jung, lock the building down. Take your clansmen and seal off every entrance.”
Murmurs began to stir through the hall as Hoseok directed his people toward the access points, but he ignored them.
“Choi. Make for the healers. Have a dozen of them meet us there.”
Jimin was already heading for the door. The deadly length of his claws flashed ominously in the firelight.
“Kim, Min, Jeon - with me.”
The three alphas in question fell in step behind him without a word.
The scene at the Luna’s home was nightmarish.
Jimin ran to your room immediately, but all he found was a broken window and the lingering scent of your fear.
His wolf howled in anguish as he fell to his knees and screamed in rage.
At the front of the house four badly beaten bodies lay strewn about the kitchen and living room area. Most of the furniture was destroyed and the scent of carnage soaked the air.
“Jin!”
The omega stood at the center of the rubble. There was a nasty slash running up his right leg and another grievous wound near his ribs.
But his arms were wrapped around a massive foriegn wolf with the thin blade of his favorite knife pressed against the intruders throat.
“What happened here?” Yoongi gasped. “And that smell-” he moved his hand to cover his nose.
“Pheromones,” Taehyung nearly gagged.
His eyes fell to the corpses - examining their injuries with a critical gaze.
“Jin, you dangerous bastard.”
The omega simply smiled and forced the prisoner onto his knees.
“I don’t understand…” Jungkook shook his head.
“He flooded them with omega pheromones... These four were unmated.” The Kim alpha let out a cold chuckle. “He triggered their ruts… and they killed each other over him.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened.
Male omegas really were terrifying.
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed and he considered the scene.
“None of this makes sense. The scent markers are clearly from the Iron Claw pack. They didn’t even bother to mask…”
Jungkook and Yoongi began to search the bodies for any hint of their motives or identity when Jimin returned from your room. His fury was palpable in the air around him.
“Why would anyone kidnap a Luna?” he snarled. “The divine bloodline is sacred to all wolves. Who would be so reckless?”
Jin shook his head.
“I don’t know.” His knife twisted into the prisoner’s neck. “But he does.”
Jimin crouched down in front of the foreigner, fighting every urge in his soul to tear the mountains apart for his mate.
“Where is she?”
The prisoner sneered.
“You may be a powerful Alpha, but you are not of my pack or my blood. I’ll never tell you anything.”
“Oh,” Jimin’s eyes flashed with golden fire, “I think you will.”
Heavy.
That was how you felt.
Your body was sore (like it had been tossed and carried a long distance) and your mind was out of focus (as if everything around you was moving either too quickly or too slowly - honestly you couldn’t quite tell).
You remembered being drugged; some sort of compound pressed against your nose and mouth.
Glass from the window shattered onto your face…
Then unfamiliar scents and unfamiliar hands closed in on all sides.
Too fast for you to react.
Too shocking for anyone to have predicted.
Nothing like this had ever happened and there was no reason to believe it would.
To harm a Luna was sacrilege.
It was simply not done.
What could drive men to such a course of action?
You should be afraid; terrified even.
But you weren’t.
Your eyes fluttered open to take your new surroundings. You could vaguely see the shape of seven or eight wolves - alphas by the smell of them-
And then you smiled.
It wasn’t your usual impish grin or anything close to soft or inviting.
It was a cold twist that crept over your lips as you watched your abductors set up their camp.
After a moment, one of them noticed your strange expression.
“Looks like the little Luna hit her head on the way here,” he called out to his comrades with an amused snort. “You should have been more careful with her, Mac.”
He shook his head and made his way over to where you were tied up. The young alpha reeked so heavily of sweat and self-importance, you almost gagged.
“What’s got you so amused, Miss Luna?”
It was more of a taunt than a question, but your smile widened nonetheless.
“My mate is going to kill you.”
Shock flickered over his features for just a second before he threw his head back and laughed.
“We’ll be long gone before your sweet little alpha even knows we’re here.” He gripped your chin between his fingers and you snarled. “We masked our scent as soon as we got you - and there isn’t a wolf alive that could track our crew through the woods.”
“You’re wrong,” you whispered.
Jimin’s face flashed through your mind - followed immediately by another memory, buried deeply, but never forgotten—
of a frightened little girl and the silver wolf who braved the forest and fought a monster to save her.
“He’ll come for me - no matter what precautions you’ve taken.” You leaned forward a bit, letting the conviction in your gaze blaze through to the depths of your captor’s soul. “And then - he’ll come for you.”
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