Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would never accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settling down. What happens when your worlds collide...
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, pack dynamics, a/b/o dynamics, mentions of an accident
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Divider by @firefly-graphics
<< Part 3
Home at last.
You sigh as you plop down onto your bed and roll over to your favorite side. Your eyes flutter shut, and you allow yourself to let go and cry.
Thor. The alpha you hate the most. Your true mate. He just showed you how little you mean to him.
He was mean, loud, and grumpy all the time. But having two omegas all over him was the last straw.
“Free again. No alpha to order me around. No scent driving me up the walls. Rot in hell, Odinson.”
Five weeks later your life is back to normal. You go to work. You go back home. You’re on your own. Just the way you like it.
It’s when you walk through the grocery store that you feel loneliness grip your heart.
All those happy couples and families shopping for the weekend seem to taunt you with their presence.
They seem so happy. Like they stepped right out of one of those hallmark movies you hate so much.
Faked happiness. Faked smiles. Faked affection.
It makes you sick.
You can see right through their lies. The alphas suppress a growl. The omegas pretend they don’t wish for something more. And the kids, just play along to get more sweets.
At least you tell yourself so.
You’ll never get your happily ever after. You're sure about it.
Fandral. Hakim. Michael. Thor. In the end just a list of men letting you down.
Alphas are going to be alphas. No matter what you do. They all want an obedient and meek omega following their alpha demands.
You don’t match that description. Not at all.
You push your shopping cart toward the next shelf, sighing deeply as you feel lonelier than usual.
Thor told you the truth. After he kicked you out, his brother never came back.
You’ve been waiting for him to contact you for weeks.
Your calls remained unanswered, just like the messages you sent to Loki. It doesn’t matter anymore, though. All you wanted was for him to tell you that he’s alright after siding with you.
For a moment, or two you allowed yourself to believe that Loki was a good friend. Now you know Thor must’ve been behind your so-called friendship. Maybe he even asked Loki to spy on you.
“Watch your step,” someone barks at you. It iss one of the alphas you saw smiling at his omega not moments ago. “Fucking bitch.”
Any other day you would argue and tell the rude alpha to fuck off. But today, you’re just tired and all you want is to go back home and forget about the world.
“F-“ you bite your tongue. It’s not worth it. The last time you told an alpha to fuck off, Thor had to save you.
You huff instead and walk the other way.
Why waste energy on some rude alpha? You have better things to do. Like reading the new book you bought or crying yourself to sleep.
“Hey Loki, it’s me. I only want to know if you got into trouble. You sided with me,” you sigh as Loki won’t pick up the phone. “Fine. I get it. Our friendship was nothing but a bad joke. And I’m obviously the butt of the joke.”
You hang up the phone and delete Loki’s number. He’s not your friend and you did all you could to find out if he’s alright.
No more wasting time on people giving a shit about you. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths.
It’s not the end of the world to lose someone who never was your friend in the first place.
“Doll, hey…Doll!” you walk a little faster as two of Thor’s friends follow you toward your house. “Y/N, wait. Uh-you called Loki a few times.”
“Is calling someone a crime nowadays?” the bikers huff as you do not turn around. You ignore they follow you toward the door and try to get inside as fast as possible. “Leave me alone.”
“That’s not what Bucky meant,” Steve places his hand on your shoulder but you shake it off. “Whoa, Y/N. I won’t hurt you. It’s just…you sounded worried, and Loki couldn’t answer.”
“He’s at the hospital,” Bucky hastily says. “He had an accident right after you left. Loki got on his bike and a car crashed into his side.”
“Oh my god,” you drop your keys and bag. “Is he alright?” finally turning around you look up at Steve. “Steve, is Loki alright? He’s not dead. Right?”
“He’s still at the hospital,” swallowing thickly Bucky looks down at you. “Thor didn’t want us to call you, but you’re Loki’s friend. We checked on his phone and listened to your voicemails. Steve thought we should come here.”
“Where is he? Please,” you wrap your hand around Bucky’s gloved hand. “I need to see him. Loki is my friend.”
You sniffle. All this time you believed Loki is not your friend while he fought for his life.
“We wanted to visit him. If you want to, we can drive you,” Bucky offers, but you shake your head. “Listen, I was an ass. But, Loki is one of us and he likes you.”
“Give me a minute to change. I’ll be coming with you.”
Thor paces back and forth. Loki still didn’t wake, and he tries not to lose hope. Usually, the brothers are at each other’s throats. Now Thor fears he can never yell at his brother again.
“What can you tell me about my brother’s condition?” he stops in his tracks when the doctor comes out of Loki’s room. “Doctor?”
“He’s breathing on his own again,” the doctor says. “That’s progress. Your brother’s injuries must heal. He must remain in an artificial coma for the time being.”
“Artificial coma,” Thor huffs. “That’s not progress, it’s stillstand. He’s been in the same condition for weeks. Don’t lie to me.”
“Mr. Odinson, your brother is breathing on his own again. That’s much more than we expected at this point. He’s a fighter. Give him a bit more time to heal.”
“Thor, you should calm down,” Heimdall places his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “He’s going to laugh about you the moment he wakes. You know Loki.”
“You’re right.”
The alpha sits down in one of the chairs. “All we can do is wait for Loki to get better. The doctor knows what she’s doing.”
“What a homecoming for you, my friend,” Thor sighs deeply. “Loki would’ve been so happy to see you, Heimdall.”
“He would’ve teased the hell out of me for my new haircut,” Heimdall chuckles. “Your brother is a fighter. You know that.”
“Where is he?” you follow Steve and Bucky along the hallways. “Where is Loki? I need to know if he’s better.”
“Doll, you need to calm down,” Bucky wraps his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward Loki’s room. “He’s in an artificial coma.”
You choke out a sob. “Thor said he’s breathing on his own again.”
“That’s good…” you stammer. “Right?” Hopefully looking at Steve you try to not cry. “Steve. Please tell me he’s going to be better soon.”
“Thor, Heimdall,” Steve calls for his friends. “How is Loki? Can we visit him? Uh-Y/N is here too. Can she see him?”
“She’s here?”
“Yeah. I thought she should know about Loki and the accident. She’s his friend,” Bucky tries to stop Thor from saying something stupid or hurtful again.
You whimper as Thor storms toward you. He’s breathing heavily and growls your name.
You’re frozen to the spot. You can only blink as the tall alpha stops right in front of you.
He’s beautiful, laid out before you, like a sacrifice before a god, all golden hair, clear blue eyes, and golden skin just begging to carry your nail marks. Powerful arms held onto the headboard over his head, muscles straining over every powerful inch of him, and a desperate smirk on his face.
Thor Odinson wasn’t the man you ever expected to have in your bed, but you knew better than anyone how hard it was to turn down the leader of a biker gang as powerful as Sons of Odin, especially when they were as charming and endearing as he was.
The first time you had seen him, he had been in the middle of a bar brawl, a warriors scowl on his face as he beat a man with a pool cue, and then promptly threw him out of the door.
And you meant “threw” literally. The man had flown across the gravel and landed face first
into some grass. To say you were affected by that moment was an understatement.
You hadn’t known much about Sons of Odin then, you were new in town and checking out the bar they resided in - you were opening your own a few miles away and wanted to check out the competition.
“Come now, princess, don’t act like you are not happy to see me,”
You raise an eyebrow at the smug way he says that. Thor is right of course, you are happy to see him, especially happy to see him naked and pliant, but you’re not happy that he snuck his way into your private space so easily. It belied a weakness in your bars security that you weren’t very happy with,
“I am happy, Thor… but you risked a lot coming here, didn’t you?”
“No one saw me, and even if they did-”
“We’d have some questions to answer, wouldn’t we?” you take off your leather jacket, place it next to Thor’s, and face him again, “You know I don’t want to answer those kind of questions yet,”
“I know, Princess… which is why I made sure I wasn’t seen,” Thor shifts on the bed, his golden hair a lustrous sheet across your black sheets, and your fingers start itching to have it in your grasp, to tug and pull, to make the big man whine…
“I missed you, Y/N, I am getting bored of hiding,”
You snap out of your daydream and glare, “You know we can’t… not yet, Thor,”
He rolls his eyes, a petulant child in the body of a man, and huffs, “Well I want everyone to know that you are mine, that I am yours, that we are the most powerful-”
You pull off your top, making Thor stop and stare. He swallows as you undo the button on your leathers and slowly lower the zipper, “Don’t you find this sexy though, Thor? Climbing into my room like this? You must be so desperate, poor baby,”
You’re wearing Thor’s favourite underwear on you, a plain black thong with lace edging, and a matching bra. It never fails to bring the leader of the most powerful biker gang in North America to complete silence… and to make him painfully hard.
As someone who was no stranger to their own level of power, it never ceased to amaze you how easily this god-like man could be brought down just by some simple underwear, but you weren’t about to complain. You walk to the edge of the bed, and place a knee on the mattress, nudging his foot and pointing,
“Answer me, baby,”
“Yes… yes I find it very sexy, I find you very sexy,”
“I know you do, baby, that’s why you can’t stay away,” you lean forwards and crawl over him, careful to keep your touch away from his skin until you’re straddling his hips, “so desperate for me that you have to climb in here like a thief,”
Thors hands go to your hips, gently pushing you down to cover him, and he groans, “Can you blame me, Princess? When I have this beautiful cunt waiting for me? I wish that you were in my bed, at my side at all times-”
“Shhh,” You pull his hands away, and place a finger against his lips, “we can’t, not yet, and you know it. Can’t you just be happy that I’m in love with you, even if it is in secret right now?”
“I wish for more for us,”
“So do I… I wish I could do this,” - you grind against him, holding his wrists down - “in public, in front of my bar, to show all those little baby skanks who you belong to,”
Thor lets you play your game up to a point, throwing his head back against the pillows when you bite down lightly on his shoulder… and then he growls, pulling out of your hold and flipping you so your roles are reversed.
He’s too beautiful for a mortal man. He’s like a God above you, power and lightning in those eyes of his. He looks angry in the way only he can, like the whole world is his enemy, but you’re the anchor against the storm inside him,
“And what of you, hmmm? What do you think I wish I could do in public when all those patches try to lay a hand on you?” He shifts, and suddenly his large hand is between your legs, long fingers delving under your underwear to circle your entrance, “Admittedly, fucking you with my fingers over the pool table is perhaps a little bit much, but you bring that possession out in me, Princess,”
Your reply is cut off when he glides two fingers into you, it burns slightly - his fingers are thick and you hadn’t quite been ready - but it’s a pleasant burn, especially as his thumb finds your clit, and his teeth graze over your nipple, already hard underneath the lace and cotton of your bra, “Thor-”
“Shhh, Princess, let me show you what I would do next in front of my entire club if you would only let me,”
Thor easily lifts you, your legs go over his shoulders, your ass in his palms, and he feasts on your pussy, eating you out in the way only he can. It’s like he’s had centuries to learn how best to please a woman with just his tongue, and he’s all too happy to prove just how much he enjoys wringing pleasure from you. One of your fondest memories is of the first night you had been with Thor, months of tension and desire, and he had finally cornered you in the storeroom of your bar.
It was a good thing you had a sturdy lock on the door, and the music had been loud because Thor hadn’t let you out until he had tongue fucked three orgasms from you, and then fucked you from behind over a beer barrell.
By that time, you both had known who the other really was. You shouldn’t have been together, you could never work, but sometime between the alcohol scented storage room, and the many many times after… Thor was your addiction. He was lightning and you were the earth. He was drawn to you, and he burned and decimated.
The first orgasm hits you like a wave, and Thor doesn’t let up, just rips your underwear in half - a not so subtle act that proved how frustrated he was - and flipped you to your stomach, lifting your hips in the air again, and fingering you from behind, kissing his way up from your ass to the back of your neck,
“Tell me that you are mine,”
“Fuck!” Your head arched back as Thor gently placed his hand over your throat, and you pushed back against his fingers, chasing your next orgasm, “Thor, please-”
“Tell me, Y/N!”
“I’m yours! You know that!”
“Good, now cum again, Princess,” Thor commands as he pulls his fingers out and instead thrusts into you in one go, pounding into you and holding you in place. Your second orgasm washes over you, and is immediately chased by a third,
“Thor, shit, I’m-”
“I know…” He’s breathless, his thrusts relentless, and he reaches around and rubs against your clit, “let yourself go for me now, come on, all over me,”
He pulls you up, and kisses you, his arms around you, and you cum once more, collapsing forward as Thor follows close behind.
You’re both a little breathless, and Thor moves so that he can hold you to him and he kisses the top of your head softly, “I wish for you to be my queen at my side, is that so wrong?”
Frustration boils up in you suddenly, and you turn in Thor’s arms, glaring up at his face,
“I am trying to build something here, Thor! You know that!”
“I do, and I would never-”
“I am not some pretty little Princess waiting for a Prince to marry her and take her problems away, okay? This is my dream, and I don’t need you to try and make shit easier for me!”
“I wasn’t-”
You know that Thor isn’t that kind of guy, he genuinely wants a Partner. He wants to be powerful, and he also wants peace. With you he could have this… but you’re newer to the game than he is, you have those who see you as a ‘ruler’ just as he does. To become the old lady of Thor Odinson so soon after taking over in this town would only show weakness to the women that followed you.
“Do you trust me, Thor?” you push at his shoulders, bringing him to his back, sucking a bruise into his neck, “Don’t you trust that I only want you in my bed now? That not making us public has nothing to do with my devotion to you?”
A muscle jumps in his jaw briefly, but he nods slowly, a tension you hadn’t noticed in him falling away so he relaxes against the mattress, “Of course I do, Princess,”
“You wouldn’t let anyone else do what I’ve done to you, would you, hmmm?” a wicked grin stretches across your face, “Big bad Thor Odinson, letting me peg him! But you liked that, didn’t you, baby? You begged so pretty for me…”
His breath is choppy, and he brings your lips to his, whispering dangerously against your lips, “I shall beg again if you wish… I can be loud, just as you were when I took your ass the day after as recompense,”
You both giggle and give into the kiss that you both needed, remembering how riding your bikes had been almost impossible for days that week.
You had moved to your town to set up your business six months ago after being run out of your last one, almost two decades of work had been ruined when RICO had finally tried catching up with you. Your best friends had joined you not long after, knowing that setting up a new enterprise under the guise of running a biker bar in a new town would take time.
You hadn’t meant to fall for the leader of your rivals, but he had been so gorgeous beating up the guy that had tried to deal drugs in your bar that night all those months ago, and you had genuinely had no idea who he was.
A day later, and you had gone to Thor’s bar and you had both realised.
Your gangs weren’t exactly enemies, but nor were you allies, not really. Soon… soon you both could tell your seconds what was going on… but not yet.
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape, anger, humiliation, control.
This is dark! (biker) Thor x chubby!reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Series Synopsis: You’re a city girl stuck in a small town, but Birch isn’t as sleepy as it seems.
Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown and When the Weight Comes Down
Note: This is likely the second to last chapter in this series! I’m excited to have another Birch series finished in the near future! And then I can work on Loki’s installment because you all are so dang convincing.
Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
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MASTERLIST
Chapter 6: I can cry, beg and whine
Thor was insatiable. That was the only word you could think to describe him but it didn’t feel strong enough. His hunger, his persistence, his complete control over you was indescribable. He held your apartment, your job, your very existence in his grip.
You woke up to him beside you in your double bed, too small for both of you but it only gave him a reason to be on top of you. You went to work late more days than not that week. And even when you didn’t go home to find him on your couch, he wasn’t long behind.
There was no hiding from him in Birch and there was no way out. It was a truth you denied for too long because you weren’t from there. But it wasn’t about the town, it wasn’t the town that trapped you. It was the people, it was the attitude. It was those bikers.
Friday came and he was there waiting but he wasn’t sprawled out on your sofa as usual. He wore his colours, ready to go somewhere.
He combed his fingers through the tails of his blond hair as you unzipped your jacket and set your bag on the shoe rack. He checked himself in the mirror that hung along the entryway and planted his hand on the wall as he leaned over you.
“Put on something nice,” he purred as he grabbed your chin and tilted your face towards him, “if it wasn’t so cold, I’d say something slutty.”
You didn’t have a chance to grimace before he kissed you. You swallowed your revulsion and waited for him to let you go. As you knelt to remove your boots, he tickled along the back of your head.
“Mmm, I’m almost tempted to let you stay down there,” he taunted, “but we’re already late.”
“Late for what?” you stood and brushed past him. He followed closely and groped your ass. You were almost used to his incessant touching.
“I got business tonight,” he said.
“Your business,” you insisted as you entered the bedroom. You made no move to change and sat on the bed as you rubbed your eyes, “I have no interest in whatever it is you deal in and I’m dead tired.”
“I know I’ve been… hard on you,” he smirked as there was no true remorse in his tone, “but how am I supposed to help myself?”
You looked at him sharply and snarled. “I really don’t feel like going to the bar--”
“We’re not going down there,” he interrupted, “but the girls are expecting you.”
He went to the closest and slid open the door. You shook your head at the wall and didn’t move. You knew there was no arguing with him. It made your blood boil. You hated that feeling of helplessness. You hated his kind of men and how they used women like things, painting their desires as your own.
“This is nice,” he tossed a forgotten pair of leggings with leather strips along the side on the bed and a silver top with trumpet sleeves slit along the inside, “bet your ass looks wonderful in those.”
“Can’t I have one night--”
“It’s business. The women have their time and we have ours. Get up.” He said sternly, “though I don’t mind helping you into these.”
He lifted the leggings and stretched the high elastic waist and bit his lip. You stood and snatched them from him. He did not leave, didn’t even back away as you turned and dropped them back on the bed. You stripped off your wool pants and the striped blouse.
You wiggled into the leggings, embarrassed at how your ass jiggled and he purred in response. The top was tight across your tits and pushed them up dangerously against the neckline. You never wore it because that very reason; too much attention where you didn’t need it.
“See,” he snapped his knuckles against your ass, “sexy as hell.”
“You gonna tell me where we’re going?” you asked as you crossed your arms.
“Just a little get together,” he framed your face with his large hands, “with your Birch boys.”
He said nothing else as he latched onto your arm and turned to drag you behind him. You barely lifted your feet in your reluctance but you sensed his impatience growing. You contented yourself that in the least he would be distracted by other people long enough to leave you alone for just a few minutes.
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The motorcycle ripped through the early evening air and you shivered against his back. The air was still bitter but the roads were cleared of snow enough to maneuver the steel beast. He drove out of town and along the country roads, those were more treacherous than the main row.
You pulled up to the farmhouse, the old lot recently renewed as the house shone from within. Thor slowed and killed the engine. He flipped out the kickstand and nudged you. You climbed off and he followed your lead. He shoved the keys in his pocket and unstrapped his helmet as he let out a ‘brrr’.
“Come on,” he nodded to the porch steps as you undid your own helmet.
You walked up to the house and he knocked. He took your helmet from you as you waited for an answer. You heard voices and the approach of footsteps from the other side. The door opened and Steve’s girl smiled out at you and pushed open the screen door.
“Oh! You’re here!” She chimed, “I used your mother’s lemon meringue recipe. And oh,” she beamed at you, “we haven’t seen you lately.”
“Work,” you said, it wasn’t exactly a lie, “it’s nice to see you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t bring anything, I--”
“I have everything under control,” she clapped her hands, “we’re just trying to figure out the shaker. Come in.”
She backed up and Thor held the door as you passed through first. You took your boots off at the mat and she beckoned you further in. “Thor, the guys are just in the living room,” she pointed to her left, “we’re in the kitchen,” she motioned behind her, “working on dinner.”
“Mmm,” you grumbled and nodded. Before you could step forward, Thor caught you and drew you back to him. He kissed you and you bore it in simmering humiliation.
“Have fun,” he squeezed your ass and let you go as he turned to find the other men.
You huffed and turned your attention to Steve’s girl as she waited awkwardly. She rubbed her hands together as she walked with your down the hallway. “Steve’s like that, you know? Touchy feely. I get so… embarrassed…” her voice trailed off, “sorry, I shouldn’t--”
“I always wondered about you and him. You’re an odd pair,” you said.
“Well, it’s not anything I expected but, um… well, this is our house--” she gestured around her as she led you into the kitchen, “you know, he bought it for me.”
“Hey, don’t change the subject,” you said a bit too tersely, “you said Steve embarrasses you but you--”
“And Thor does it to you so… you know that’s how they are,” she squeaked.
“All of them,” Bucky’s girl said and you only noticed her as she shook the metal shaker, “it’s why we need alcohol.”
You exhaled and came up to the counter as Steve’s girl went to the stove and lifted the lid on the skillet to stir the contents, “please, don’t put a lot of gin in mine. I don’t do well with alcohol.”
You leaned on the marble as you watched the other woman pour the bright pink liquid into a finely shaped glass on a stem, “looks better than last time.” She turned and set it beside the stove for the hostess.
“So…” you frowned as you thought and she began to measure gin and all the other ingredients before her, “why are you with them--”
“Why are you with Thor?” she interrupted, “we saw how much you hate him at the bar. We felt the same but don’t act stupiid like you don’t know what’s going on. These men are given everything they want and when they aren’t they take it anyway.”
“He takes care of my ma, though--” Steve’s girl intoned.
“And that makes it all hunky dorey,” the other sneered, “she sucks at saying it out loud but she can’t stand Steve as much as we can’t stand the rest of them.”
The other woman was quiet as she replaced the lid and reached for the drink. She fidgeted and looked down at her frilly apron. She was dressed like some housewife out of the suburban fifities, although her dress was still uncomfortably short.
“What good does it do to say it?” she mumbled.
Bucky’s girl mixed another cocktail and poured it pristinely before she slid it over to you, “I’m getting the hang of this but I’m happy the men are sticking to beer. My arm’s getting tired.”
You took the glass and tasted the drink. You hummed as it surprised you. “Aren’t you a bartender?”
“Server. I open beers and believe it or not but they don’t serve margaritas down at The Asp.”
You shrugged and kept drinking as she made her own drink and turned to rest her elbow on the counter lazily.
“I should’ve warned you. Not that it would’ve helped but I could’ve,” she said.
“No, it doesn’t matter. It’s like you said. They take whatever they want. Nothing we can do, is there?”
You were silent as you all sipped. The gin warmed your chest and you let it sink into your veins. Your commiseration was grim but comforting. To think that you weren’t entirely alone was as heartening as it was saddening.
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The alcohol heightened your irritation as dinner ended. You were left to help clear the table in your matronly duties with the other women. You were insulted at the outdated binary of the arrangements and it felt less like a get together and more of a job.
The men, Steve, Bucky, Thor, and Loki returned to the living room and their voices threaded the air as the dishes clinked in your grasp. The blonde biker’s brother was unexpected but he seemed just unhappy to be there as you. There were a few minutes during the meal where you sympathised with him as he rolled his eyes and failed to hide any ounce of his spite for Thor.
When you finished up, Steve’s girl took several more beers to the men before she returned to grab her glass of water. You took the vodka cooler, your third drink of the night, and went along with them to the living room.
You hung back as Steve’s girl neared him and was drawn down beside him impatiently, his arm around her shoulders as he almost spilled her water. Bucky’s girl sat beside him and tolerated his arm around her waist though he was less clingy than his accomplice. Loki stood by the window and stared out into the dull snow as Thor perched in the cozy armchair.
You went to sit beside Steve’s girl but you were stopped by a tut.
“I’ve got a seat for you, kitten,” Thor slurred. The beer was thick in his voice, as potent as the liquor in your stomach. You turned to him as he rubbed his thigh.
“I’m fine, here,” you insisted and his smile fell.
“You know I wasn’t asking, kitty,” he warned, “come on and be a good girl. We’re guests. Let’s not make a scene.”
You stood in front of the couch and glared at him. You sighed softly and pushed your shoulders back. You marched over to him and turned your bottle to splash it over his front. You acted surprised at your feigned clumsiness and took a step back.
“Oops,” you uttered coyly, “how careless--”
He was up on his feet in a moment as he slammed his own bottle down on the small table beside the chair. He knocked yours from your hand entirely and the air stilled with tension. His blue eyes flared as he grabbed your wrist.
“Better help me get cleaned up,” he growled and looked over your shoulder, “excuse us.”
You resisted him for a moment but he yanked and nearly took you off your feet. He spun and kept hold of you as he forced you after him and stormed from the room. You stumbled out into the hall behind him and he flung you ahead of him.
He gripped the back of your neck and ripped open a door to his right. He shoved you inside and you hit the sink as the clasp clicked loudly. He crowded you in the half bath as you braced yourself against the porcelain, the scent of beer tingling in your nostrils. You stared at his dark shirt, stained with his drink.
“I thought I trained you better, kitten,” he snarled, “just when I thought you were starting to purr.”
“Fuck you,” you said as the alcohol thinned the filter between your thoughts and your words.
“Oh, I can make that happen,” he hissed as he lifted the hem of his shirt and tore it off. He hung it over the towel bar and felt along his damp torso, “I can’t let you bite and not give you a good swat for it.”
“Don’t be an ass. It’s a drink. You can’t just talk to me like that. I’m not some animal--”
“Shhh,” he hushed as he covered your mouth and pushed you against the sink, “I’m not listening. That’s not how this works…” he leaned in and lowered his voice, “you realise how bad this is? You challenged me in front of men; I won’t have it. We’re past niceties, kitten.”
His hands slipped over your hips and to your ass. He scooped you up and rested you atop the porcelain as he crushed his body against yours. He grabbed your chin and smothered your lips with his as he rolled his pelvis against you.
His hand fell and crawled along your throat. You turned your head away and gasped as his fingers hooked under the elastic of your leggings.
“What are you--”
“Don’t play dumb,” he nipped at your throat, “we’ve done this enough.”
“Not here,” you pushed on his shoulders, “you can’t--”
“I can do--” his other hand fell to your waist and he gripped the elastic, “whatever--” his hands snaked around you as his fingers slid between the fabric and your skin, “I want.”
He ripped your leggings down with your panties and forced them down your legs. He pulled until your legs wet bent in front of you and you were curled awkwardly atop the sink as you struggled with him.
“Stop-- I’ll be good--”
“Too late,” he shoved his hand between your legs and felt around roughly.
The fabric of your leggings trapped your thighs and kept you bent against him painfully as he hunched over you. He pulled his hand away to fumble with his fly and shifted as he pushed down his zipper. He set his feet firmly and hooked his other arm around you as he pressed his tip along your folds.
He guided himself blindly over your cunt, his beer-laced breath choked you as your head spun. He rested his forehead against yours as your head was propped up against the mirror. He lined himself up with your opening and thrust bluntly inside of you. You exclaimed in surprise as the intrusion blazed through you.
You were drunk enough that it felt good but you were aware enough of what was happening. You slapped him and his head snapped to the side. He pulled back and slammed into you even deeper. He brought his lips to yours again and kissed you sloppily as he rocked against you. The counter groaned under both of your weight as you tried to hold in your voice.
He sped up as your breath quickened in time with his. You closed your eyes as he once more descended to your through and kissed and nipped at your skin. His hips tilted into you steadily as you wriggled against him.
He pushed his hand between your bodies and pressed two fingers to your clit. He rubbed as he kept his pace and you murmured as your drunken body responded. You dug your nails into his shoulders and your feet arched as the ripple began to flow over you. Your peak rose fast and you cried out without restraint as it took you off guard.
His own grunts added the furor and he moved faster atop you. His knee hit the front of the counter and he sunk to his limit as he quaked. He stopped and held himself as deep as he could, sliding back slowly only to ease back in as he came in long strokes.
He stopped and rested his head in the crook of your neck, his blond hair falling forward as he caught his breath. You shuddered and nudged his shoulders until he stood. He slipped out of you and sent a chill up your spine. Your body fell limp and you dropped from the counter onto shaky legs.
You felt his cum trickle down your thigh as he reached for the toilet paper and wiped himself clean. Your vision hazed as you reached for some as well and kept the mess from dripping into your panties. He cleared his throat and turned to examine his wet tee shirt. You pulled up your leggings and sniffed.
It was all so sudden it was as if nothing had happened at all. You held yourself up against the wall and a knock came from the door. He opened it without pretense and greeted Steve’s girl as she peered inside nervously and glanced at you briefly.
She held a folded shirt in her hands as she blinked meekly. She knew, they all knew. You had no doubt that they’d heard it all.
“Um, hopefully this fits,” she said as she handed the tee shirt to him, “and, we… we’re just about to have dessert.”
“Great. I’ve got quite the appetite,” he replied, “we’ll be out soon.”
He closed the door and turned back to look at himself in the mirror. He brushed past you so you were flush to the wall as he pulled on the shirt. It was too tight around his thick arms and his broad chest. He tidied his hair and rolled his shoulders as he admired his reflection.
“I think now you’ll be good, kitten,” he winked and reached to touch your cheek cloyingly, “best not to get my hackles up again.”
👀 also ily and congratulations once again bestie ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Bestieee!!! (Bonestie? I should make that a thing. Should I make that a thing?) I love you so much!! Thank you for being here!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💞💞💞
Fuck: Werewolf!Steve. Monsterfucker pride over here and I just want Werewolf Steve Rogers to hunt me down in the woods and remind me just how his I am. I mean. Look at him. Half the fun is the chase, until he's got me pinned under him, daring me to keep fighting and making that predator instinct worse.
Marry: CEO!Zemo. I'd be a trophy wife, don't try me. The wedding ring is basically a collar and I'm his newest piece of art for his own private gallery. Look at him, I just want him to come home to me wearing his coat and nothing else... I'm pretty sure he'd love that.
Kiss: Biker!Thor. But let's be real. With those arms? That look? This isn't stopping at kissing, not unless he's got his mouth between my legs and it's a whole different kind of kiss. I'd let him. Oh holy fuck I'd let him. 🥴🥴🥴
How long was HFY Rebecca in a relationship with Heinz Kruger for? Was he abusive from the start or only later? Was he more verbally or physically abusive to her? What was one of the worst incidents during their relationship
Rebecca was in a relationship with him for a little over a year.
In the beginning, he would snap at her, tell her to “shut up” or “fuck off.” It was just words at first. Rebecca brushed them off, thinking he was just in a bad mood or that she had done something to deserve such a reaction.
But then the hitting started. He would shove her if she didn’t look at him as he talked to her. He would slap her when she defended herself or mouthed off to him.
And when he drank, it got even worse.
There are too many instances to pick out just one.
Rebecca never went to the hospital. She knew it would bring too many questions. Even worse, she knew her brother would find out. The Howlies knew too many people and had too many friends that worked in the hospital.
It was a terrible situation. But Rebecca felt trapped. She knew if she told anyone, Bucky or the Howlies would find out.
She was scared of Hank, but she was even more scared of what would happen to him if Bucky found out.
But thinks got worse and worse. She started having to miss work. She’d call her team and ask them to handle catering events without her. One day, she didn’t come into her office for the whole week, claiming to be sick.
Bucky just so happened to call the office to ask Rebecca to come over for dinner and hang out. He felt like he hadn’t seen her in forever.
When her assistant told him she’d called in sick all week, something didn’t feel right to Bucky.
He started calling her friends. They were saying that they hadn’t seen her in months, that she had just started ignoring their phone calls and texts.
Then Bucky called his mom and she said the same thing.
It didn’t take long for him to put together what was most likely happening.
He had Nat get Hank’s address.
Steve, Thor, Sam, and Nat all went with him.
---
Before Bucky could even pound on the door, he swore he could hear crying and yelling.
“Becca! Becca, it’s me! Open the door!”
There was no answer.
He turned to look at his friends.
“Step aside,” Thor warned him.
Bucky did as he was told and watched as Thor shouldered the door open, breaking it off of one of its hinges.
But nothing could’ve prepared Bucky for what he was about to see.
They walked into the living room to find Hank standing over Rebecca. His hands were clenched into fists and he was heaving.
Rebecca was curled up in a ball, her knees being hugged to her chest. She was shaking, absolutely petrified. Her nose was gushing blood from both nostrils. Her lip was split. There were bruises all across the skin of her neck. There was mascara and eyeliner smudge all below her eyes from her crying.
Hank turned at their entrance. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Bucky saw red.
He didn’t remember what he said. He didn’t remember lunging at Hank. He didn’t remember all the punches he threw to Hank’s face.
It was all a blur.
Bucky just remembered Steve holding Rebecca back as she screamed – no, as she begged him to stop.
“You’re gonna kill him!” She whimpered.
Hearing her desperate cries finally snapped Bucky out of it.
When he looked up, Sam, Thor, and Nat were standing by as if they were ready to rip him away.
Bucky calmed down his breathing. Then he slowly looked down to see the damage he’d done. He couldn’t even see Hank’s face clearly through all the blood and swelling.
He’d beaten him to a pulp.
“James, p-p-please,” Rebecca cried.
Then she turned and buried her face into Steve’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her immediately. She thought she was about to see her brother murder her boyfriend and she didn’t want to see it.
“Buck, let’s just go,” Steve told him gently.
It took every once of power inside Bucky to get up and not finish the job.
“You ever even so much as contact my sister again, and you won’t be so lucky.” Bucky whispered.
Hank didn’t react. He was just trying to breath and stay alive.
Bucky didn’t like his lack of response. He grabbed Hank’s face and closed the space between them.
“Do you hear me?” Bucky growled.
Still no response.
“Nod your head yes,” he warned.
Hank did as he said.
Bucky stood back up.
Steve had Rebecca in his arms now, cradled protectively to his chest. She was still crying, but her face was buried in Steve’s neck and her hair was blocking anyone from seeing her face.
Thor, Sam, and Nat were watching Bucky with expressions he didn’t have the mindset to process or even concern himself with.
Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would never accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settling down. What happens when your worlds collide…
Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, pack dynamics, a/b/o dynamics, angry omega, they still hate each other, idiots in love, mentions of an accident, injured Loki
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<< Part 4
“Little one…”
Thor purrs low in his throat as he wraps his arms tightly around you. You are taken aback.
“What? Let go of me.”
He doesn’t let up. Thor hides his face in the crook of your neck, sniffing his way up and down your neck.
“He…and then. That stubborn idiot got on his bike to bring you back,” Thor chokes out. “Loki still didn’t wake. It’s all my fault. I forbid him to see you again and now he’s dying.”
“Mr. Odinson,” the doctor says. “I didn’t say a single word about dying. Your brother is still in a critical state, but we are hopeful. We have to give him more time.”
“He’s in a coma and didn’t wake for days,” Thor holds you a little tighter as you are too shocked to react. “I killed my brother.”
“Loki is in an artificial coma, Thor,” Steve corrects. “You should let Y/N see Loki now. It’s worse enough we had to tell Y/N about her friend’s condition.”
“She came here for Loki, not you,” Bucky grunts. “Thor, let go of her!”
“I want to see Loki,” you squirm in Thor’s embrace. “I mean it, brute! I want to see my friend. How dare you not tell me about his accident. I thought he forgot about me.”
You choke out a sob.
Thor doesn’t budge. Not even when you push against his chest and call him brute again. He’s a freaking strong alpha and you cannot fight his strength.
“I’m glad you’re here now.”
“No, you’re not,” you huff and stomp your foot onto Thor’s left foot. “If not for Bucky and Steve, I wouldn’t even know about Loki’s condition. You’re an asshole. I get that you hate me. But Loki could—”
You shake your head. “Little one?”
“Let go of me, brute,” you snarl now. “I came here to see my friend, not you. How about you go back to those omegas rubbing themselves against you.”
“Little one,” he straightens his back to look even taller. “Come here. We can go to Loki’s room together. Be good, omega.” Thor furrows his brows as he waits for your reaction.
He has a fifty-fifty chance that you’ll follow his order or scratch his eyes out.
“Like hell,” you are in his face, unbothered by his size and strength. “I’m going to visit Loki and you won’t stand in my way. You’ve done enough.”
You twirl around and jerk your head toward Bucky. “Bucky, can you or Steve show me the way? I want to visit my friend.”
“Sure thing, doll,” Bucky stammers.
“Lead the way.”
Bucky, Steve, and you walk in silence toward Loki’s room. You nervously chew on the inside of your cheek as you pray for the first time since childhood.
Loki must wake.
You cannot live remembering how you cursed his existence while he fought for his life.
“He’s going to be alright,” Steve whispers. “Loki is too stubborn to just die.”
“He’ll live out of spite,” Bucky grins. “I bet he’ll wake the moment you talk to him. Tell that idiot to wake up. I’ll only fix his bike if he swings his ass out of bed.”
“We will fix it,” the blonde corrects. “Go ahead, doll. We will wait outside and make sure Thor won’t bug you. Take your time.”
You give the biker a weak smile. “Thank you,” you open the door and take a deep breath.
“You look like shit,” you chuckle as you sit next to Loki’s hospital bed. “I’m sorry that I thought you are not my friend. Please don’t leave me too.”
You take Loki’s hand to hold it. “Your hand is so cold, darling. And your skin is dry,” you sniffle. “Tomorrow, I’ll bring some hand cream and a pillow, maybe a blanket too. It’s chilly in here.”
Loki can’t answer, but you keep on talking. Hoping and praying he can hear you.
“Did you hear, your brother is a cunt. He didn’t tell me about your accident and the moment I come here, he tried to feel me up.”
The monotone noise of the machines keeping Loki alive is the only answer you’ll get.
“I’m telling you; he had his hands on my ass.”
You sigh, imagining Loki chuckling at your words.
“I found a new book, darling. We can read it together and discuss it later. You and I will have our own little book club. No discussion!”
Watching Loki’s chest rise and fall you try not to cry. “You know, I’ll come here every day from now on to annoy the shit out of you. Maybe I’ll cut your locks too, huh?”
You grin. Loki will kill you if you dare to put your hands on his hair.
“You will break so many hearts if you don’t wake up. All these alphas lusting over your locks, and sharp tongue.”
“Please wake up,” you squeeze his hand tightly. “I don’t want to lose my friend. Alphas come and go, but a good friend is worth dozens of alphas wanting to knot you.”
“I want to tell you so many things,” choking out a sob you look at Loki. “You’re the first friend I made in this town. My colleagues are nice, but I do not consider them friends.”
You drop your gaze. “After my last alpha left me,” you sniffle, “I had to leave town. It was a small town and I didn’t want to bump into him, and his new omega.”
“Miss,” you watch the doctor and a nurse enter Loki’s hospital room, “you need to leave for now. Visiting hours are over.”
“Oh,” you reluctantly let go of Loki’s hand. “Can you tell me when I can come back? I don’t want to stay away for too long.”
“In the morning,” the nurse gently places her hand on your shoulder. “We will take good care of him.”
“I got the week off,” she nods as you tell her that you’ll be back at nine, not later.
“Wait! Omega,” Thor chases after you. You huff and keep on walking toward the exit. “Did the doctor tell you anything? Little one?”
“I’m not a relative,” you grunt.
“Oh, I see,” he nods as you stop walking to glare at the alpha. “I can call you if you want me to. Give me your number.”
“As if I would give you my number, brute,” you growl. “Bucky and Steve promised to call me. You should’ve called me the moment Loki had his accident. But no, you treated me like an outcast only as I’m not rolling over to let you walk all over me.”
“Woman. Omega,” Thor grunts as you hurriedly walk away. “Y/N, wait. Please. Give me a moment to explain!” He calls after you.
You stop again to look over your shoulder. “Safe it. All you had to do was give me a call.”
“Y/N, please,” he mumbles. “I was angry and blinded by guilt and rage. I didn’t think you would care about a man you barely know. I—”
“Yeah, I got that you didn’t think,” you close the distance between you and the alpha and slap his cheek. Hard. “Loki is my friend. We do not know each other for long, but Loki means much to me. He’s the only person who was kind to me since the incident with Fandral.”
“I-he,” Thor sighs deeply. “Fandral is not part of my gang anymore. I kicked him out. For you.”
“For me. Right,” you sneer as Thor looks almost hurt. “I got to go now. I’ll be back to read a book to Loki in the morning. If you stay out of my way, we will get along very well.”
“See, I told you that you’ll love the book,” you put the bookmark into the book and close it. “Enough for now.”
You get up to fluff Loki’s pillow. “You look better today. Your skin is glowing, and your hair looks great.”
You softly speak to your friend as his brother enters the room. “Uh-can you leave me and my brother alone for a moment?”
“No. I won’t leave Loki’s side,” you quip.
Thor runs one hand down his face. He’s not in the mood to anger you even more. “Fine. Stay.”
“I don’t need your allowance.”
“Christ. Must everything with you be a fight, omega?” he grunts. “You’re so frustrating and annoying. I don’t know how to tame you.”
“Tame me,” you growl. “If not for your brother lying in that hospital bed,” you point at Loki, “I’d gladly jump at you and scratch your eyes out.”
“Try me,” he steps closer, an amused smirk on his lips. “Come on. Jump at me, ‘mega.”
“You’re an asshole!”
“You’re a brat.”
“Sir, miss,” the nurse hurriedly makes her way inside the room. “I must ask you to leave the hospital room if you do not stop fighting.”
“We’ll stop,” you splutter. “I’ll go outside for a moment and get some fresh air. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Same,” Thor grumbles.
You leave the room, mentally kicking yourself for fighting with Thor again. Especially in Loki’s hospital room. “We need to stop fighting each other.”
“I tried, omega,” he grumbles while walking next to you. “You wanted to jump at me not moments ago.”
You huff. Thor is right. You played your part in getting chased out of Loki’s hospital room.
“How about an armistice while Loki is at the hospital. For Loki,” you offer. “I still hate you.”
“Fine. For my brother,” he grunts. “I still hate you too…”
Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would never accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settling down. What happens when your worlds collide...
Prompt filled for @ultimatechrisbingo: House arrest
Prompt filled for @anyfandomangstbingo: House Arrest
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader
Characters: Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, pack dynamics, Thor is still a douche, a/b/o dynamics, angry omega, they still hate each other, idiots in love, a tiny hint of fluff
Words: 1,3 k
<< Part 1
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“Omega!“ Thor chases after you, growling your name. You try to ignore his alpha behavior and get to Loki’s room. No such luck.
“Hey! Let me go!” you kick and scream as Thor gets hold of you. He throws you over his broad shoulder, snarling as you try to get away from him. “Let me go! HELP! I dare you to bring me back to your room! I’ll scream.”
“No one will come to your aid,” the alpha mutters under his breath as he carries you back toward his room. “You are lucky that I saved your ungrateful ass. I should’ve left you there, for Rumlow to do whatever he wants to you.”
“You’re an awful man, a crude one. I hate you so much,” you cry and scream. “Why are you all like this? Every single alpha is just the worst. Fucking cavemen!”
“Can you shut up for a moment,” he waltzes back inside his room, kicking the door shut with his boot. “You are so annoying. Omegas should be soft, and sweet,” he throws you onto his bed, huffing as you squeak in surprise, “obedient and…”
“…and what? Roll over and take your knot,” you hiss as Thor steps closer to the bed. He gives you an angry huff as you go on hands and knees to wiggle your ass. “There, you got what you wanted.”
“Frustrating little…troublemaker,” he huffs as you kneel on his bed to glare up at the angry alpha. His chest heaves up and down, his nostrils flare and the vein at his neck threatens to pop out any time. “You’re not worth it.”
“Says the rude alpha kidnapping me!” you retort. “If you want to get rid of me, let me go home. I’ll be out of your hair and you can turn your attention back toward all those obedient and meek omegas you love so much.”
“I wish I could,” he clenches and unclenches his fists, ready to just grab you and bend you to his will. Thor is not used to an omega not throwing herself at him. “I chose a side. Now I got to take care of your bratty ass.”
“Watch your tongue, alpha,” you point your finger at Thor. “I will not let you talk like that to me. Worse enough I let Fandral in my life. That worthless scum offering me to you.”
“You’re still not over him?”
“Like hell,” this time you growl. “He’s not worth it. How can he offer me to you? I’m not some piece of meat he can just share with his pack,” fighting the tears you turn away from Thor.
“Our founders…I mean our grand-fathers used to share their omegas,” Thor clears his throat as you hide your face in his pillow. You’ll rather die than admit that you find his scent calming. “Fandral was new, and Bucky being Bucky, he told him stories about the past and the rules. Fandral got it all wrong and did what he did.”
“I thought he’s a nice guy. Well, I learned my lesson. I should’ve never let any alpha in. They are all the same. Rude. Loud. Aggressive. Possessive and violently,” you sniffle. “Just like that guy at the store.”
“Rumlow.”
“You asked why I had to mess with him,” you turn back around to look at Thor. “It’s the only way to make sure they get the message. If you just roll over and submit to them, you are lost. One of them will force their mark on you and do whatever they want to you.”
“Not all of us force a mark on your neck,” he hisses before turning to leave his room. “I’m going to fix the mess you made and you are going to stay here.”
“What? No! I got to go to work and check on my car. My plants need water and I…”
He twirls back around, growling and snarling at you. You slump into yourself and curl into a ball.
“You are under house arrest until I tell you that you can leave my room. No leaving this room. No talking back. No messing with Rumlow and his gang. You did enough damage.”
“I-“ you whimper as he kicks the bed with his boot. “I HATE YOU! CRUDE ASSHOLE!”
“What your tongue or I’ll bend you over that bed and slap your ass raw,” he growls. His eyes narrow and you know, it’s time to back off for now. Admitting your defeat, you crawl under the covers to hide from Thor. “That’s better. Good girl.
He slams the door shut behind him, making you flinch. It takes all your willpower to not give him a piece of mind, but you know it’s a lost cause. It’s suicidal to fight an alpha like Thor.
Especially after he saved your life…
“She’s so-urgh. If she wasn’t a woman, I’d like to punch her face,” Thor downs another drink, slamming the glass onto the table. “Did you find anything on Rumlow yet?”
“Brother, can you not treat Y/N like an enemy or worse, like some bitch? She’s kind and nice. You’ve got no clue what you are missing out,” Loki sneers as his brother pours himself another drink. “Stop drinking. She will not like it.”
“Why should I care?”
“You want her, don’t you? She’s all you ever dreamed of,” the blonde alpha huffs as his brother continues. “I saw the way you looked at her when you first saw Y/N. Jealous doesn’t suit you, brother. You were close to ripping Fandral apart when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.”
“You must’ve imagined things. I’m not into that little omega,” Thor grumbles while his pack watches him with amusement. ”She’s annoying and loud. I hate it.”
“You’re a bad liar, Thor. Why did you save her if you don’t want to get your knot inside her?” Bucky snickers. “Just admit you want to get your dick wet.” The brunette must dodge an attack as Thor throws his glass at him.
“I told you,” Thor gets up from his chair to throw it against the wall too, “I’m not into that little omega. She’s annoying as hell. Little one believes she can get on my nerves and get away with it.”
“Aw, we are on pet names basis already,” Loki coos as his brother jerks his head toward him. “You should know, she needs someone being kind to her, not a rude alpha throwing things at people. Y/N is soft and vulnerable. Don’t hurt her, Thor. I know she looks tough, but she really is a hurt soul.”
“Don’t lecture me, Loki. You are omega and got no clue about alphas and omegas…”
Thor silently enters his room. He’s still angry and pumped up at Loki’s comment but needs sleep.
“You better didn’t steal my blanket,” the alpha grumbles as he kicks his shoes off. He steps toward his bed, growling as you snuggled into his pillow and stole his blanket to wrap it around your body. “Unbelievable.”
He stares down at you, running one hand down his face. “I hate you so much, little one,” Thor unzips his pants, takes off his shirt, and throws his socks across the room, huffing as you mumble in your sleep. “First thing in the morning, I’ll kick you out.”
Thor lies next to you, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. He grunts as you wiggle in your sleep. “Can you not let me have a rest, little one? It’s too late to get on my nerves.”
“Alpha,” you move closer to Thor and wrap your arms around his waistline, whining low as you catch his scent.
“Little one,” he watches you inch closer to him to rest your head on his chest. “You’re as annoying as a wart on my dick.” Thor wraps one arm around your body to hold you closer to his warm chest. “Annoying…frustrating...loud…and…cute…”
