#Idiots In Love

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I don't think that Viktor swears often but I really like that people sometimes write him swearing in Czech. Also I think that it was a little traumatic for Jayce when he heard Viktor swear for the first time.

I just had to draw it.

The thing is that czech swearing often contains more than one word. The bigger fuked up, the longer you swear. And it's…let's say…very rich xd

I was thinking about translating it but it's imposible

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Just Kiss Her

James Potter x BSF!Reader

Summary: You find a few unsent letters with your name on them- literally.

WC: 2.1k

CW: use of {Y/N} - typo and nonsense it's 4am and I can't sleep.

The Gryffindor boys' dormitory was unusually lively for a day when James was absent. You sat cross-legged on James’s bed, surrounded by the mess that only four teenage boys could call normal. The faint scent of James’s shampoo lingered on his pillow behind you, a small comfort as the chatter of the room swirled around you.

Sirius groaned dramatically from his own bed, his leg propped up on a stack of pillows. He had injured it during their last Quidditch practice and was now milking the situation for all it was worth.

“Darling,” Sirius called, drawing out the word as he tilted his head toward you. “I demand attention. Do you know how utterly dull it is, lying here with nothing but Moony’s dull bookishness and Wormtail’s horrible color sense for company?”

“I’m literally right here, Pads,” Remus replied flatly, not looking up from his book.

“And you love me,” Sirius shot back without skipping a beat, grinning lazily.

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to Peter, who stood in front of the mirror with a tie hanging awkwardly around his neck. “I think the green one is better,” you offered. “It brings out your eyes.”

Peter frowned, his hands fumbling with the knot. “But is green too Slytheriny?”

“Not unless you start hissing and cursing muggleborns,” you replied with a teasing smile. “Just pair it with a gray jumper. Neutralize it.”

Peter nodded, muttering something about giving it a try before swapping it for a blue tie. Meanwhile, Sirius groaned again, this time louder.

“I’m dying, and none of you care,” he complained, flopping back against his pillows like a tragic figure in a poorly acted play.

“You’re not dying,” you said, leaning back on your hands. “You’ve got a bruised leg.”

“Bruised? Bruised?” Sirius gasped as if you’d mortally wounded him. “That’s how they minimize war injuries, you know. Next you’ll say I’m malingering.”

“Which you are," Remus said, still not looking up from his book.

Sirius turned to you, ignoring Remus entirely. “Come on, love. Entertain me. Read me a story or sing me a song or- oh! Recite poetry! You’re good at that.”

“I’m not reciting poetry for you, Sirius.”

“Why not?” Sirius pouted. “You do it for James.”

“That’s because James actually asks nicely,” you quipped, smirking.

At that, Sirius clutched his chest as if you’d stabbed him, his grin betraying his dramatics. “Et tu, Brute? I thought you loved me.”

“Loved, past tense,” you teased. “You’re officially too high maintenance.”

“You wound me,” Sirius said, throwing an arm over his face. “Moony, tell her she’s being cruel.”

“Not getting involved,” Remus said quickly, still reading but now smiling faintly.

Sirius turned his face toward you again, his pout morphing into a cheeky grin. “Fine, if you won’t entertain me, at least come sit over here so I can lean on you while you’re ignoring me.”

You rolled your eyes but stood anyway, walking over to Sirius’s bed. “You’re unbearable.”

“I prefer entertaining,” he replied smugly as you perched beside him, letting him lean his head on your shoulder.

The room was quiet for a moment, save for the sound of Remus flipping another page in his book and Peter muttering to himself as he fiddled with another tie. Sirius, still leaning on your shoulder, let out a long, exaggerated sigh, clearly waiting for you to indulge him.

“Alright,” you finally relented. “I’ll read something to you. Happy now?”

Sirius grinned triumphantly. “Ecstatic. Now, find something good. None of that boring rubbish you usually bring in here.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood and glanced around the room. “Fine, but I’m not wasting my time reading some textbook or Quidditch manual. Let’s see if James has something decent for once.”

Sirius perked up, watching you make your way over to James’s trunk. “Careful, darling, you’re stepping into dangerous territory. Prongs’s secrets and all that.”

“Oh, he won’t mind,” you said, waving a hand dismissively. “Besides, if he didn’t want me snooping, he’d have locked it.”

Remus glanced up from his book. “I’m not sure that logic holds up, actually.”

You knelt beside the trunk, lifting the lid to find the usual James Potter mess: a tangled heap of robes, a few textbooks with worn edges, and a Gryffindor scarf stuffed haphazardly into the corner. But what caught your eye was a small, battered box tucked near the bottom, half-hidden beneath a crumpled cloak.

“What’s this?” you murmured, pulling it out and turning it over in your hands.

Sirius’s eyes gleamed with interest. “Oh, now that looks promising. Open it.”

Remus let out a quiet sigh. “I wouldn’t- ”

“Of course you would,” Sirius interrupted. “It’s Prongs. What’s his is practically hers anyway.”

Ignoring their back-and-forth, you pried open the lid. Inside was a disorganized stack of parchment, some neatly folded, others crumpled and torn. Some were even singed at the edges, as if they'd narrowly escaped being thrown into the fire. Every single one had your name scrawled across the top in James’s messy handwriting.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“What is it?” Peter asked, peeking over your shoulder.

“Letters,” you said softly. “They’re… they’re addressed to me.”

Sirius’s grin grew impossibly wider. “Oh, now this is good."

Remus closed his book, his brow furrowed. “Are you really going to read those? They’re personal.”

“They’re addressed to me," you replied, a mixture of curiosity and nerves stirring in your chest.

“You’re doing him a favor,” Sirius said breezily. “If he didn’t want you to read them, he’d have gotten rid of them properly.”

You hesitated for a moment before unfolding the first letter. The parchment was slightly wrinkled, and the ink looked rushed, as though James had written it in a moment of unfiltered emotion.

Dear {Y/N},

You probably think I’m an idiot. Honestly, you wouldn’t be wrong. I’ve tried to write this letter five times already, and I keep throwing them in the fire. But this one… I don’t know. Maybe I’ll keep it. Maybe one day I’ll find the courage to actually give it to you.

You laughed today. I can’t even remember what I said to make you laugh, but Merlin, it was the best sound I’ve ever heard. I keep playing it over in my head like an idiot, and it’s driving me mad.

I think I love you. No- scratch that. I *know* I love you. But I can’t tell you. What if you don’t feel the same? What if it ruins everything? Maybe it’s better this way. At least I can still be near you, even if it kills me to pretend.

Your voice caught, and you lowered the letter, your hands trembling slightly.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius said, looking genuinely impressed. “Prongs has it bad.”

Peter nodded mutely, wide-eyed.

“You really shouldn’t be reading those,” Remus muttered, though his tone lacked conviction.

But you couldn’t stop. You reached for another letter, this one more crumpled, as though James had balled it up in frustration before deciding to keep it.

I tried to burn this one too, but I couldn’t. I can’t seem to get rid of the things I write to you, even if they’re pointless. You’ll never read them anyway. But writing them feels like the only way to stop my chest from caving in whenever I see you with someone else. Merlin, I’m pathetic.

I wish I could just tell you. But then what? You’d laugh, or worse, pity me. I couldn’t stand that. So, I’ll keep pretending. Keep being your best friend. Keep loving you quietly.

“Wow,” Peter said softly.

You sat back on your heels, clutching the letters tightly. All this time, James had been carrying these feelings- for you- and he’d never said a word.

“See?” Sirius said, looking smug. “Told you this was worth it.”

Remus shot him a glare. “You’re not helping.”

You looked up, your heart pounding. “Why didn’t he tell me?”

Sirius leaned back against his pillows, crossing his arms behind his head. “Because he’s James bloody Potter. He’d face down a hundred Death Eaters without flinching, but one look at you and he’s a goner.”

The door to the dormitory burst open, and James Potter strolled in, looking thoroughly windswept from Quidditch practice. His broom was slung over his shoulder, and his Gryffindor scarf dangled loosely around his neck.

“Alright, lads, miss me?” he asked cheerfully, dropping his broom beside his bed. He glanced at Peter, who was still fiddling with his tie. “Wormy, mate, what’s that? A tie? You look like you’re about to slither off into the dungeons.”

Peter huffed, pulling at the tie. “It’s green with gray accents. She said it works.”

James’s laugh was loud and carefree, but then his gaze landed on you, sitting on the floor with a stack of letters clutched tightly in your hands. The open box on the floor beside you caught his eye, and his face immediately fell.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice suddenly sharp.

You froze for a moment but quickly regained your composure, hugging the letters closer to your chest.

“Reading,” Sirius said from his bed, his tone positively delighted. “Turns out, Prongs, you’re a regular Shakespeare. Real heartfelt stuff.”

James paled as he took a step toward you, his eyes wide with a mix of panic and embarrassment. “Put those down. Now. They’re mine.”

You stood quickly, holding the letters tight to your chest as if they were a treasure. “No, they’re mine. They’ve got my name on them.”

“{Y/N},” James groaned, his face turning a deep shade of red. He lunged for the letters, but you stepped back just in time.

“I don’t think so,” you said, grinning as you unfolded another letter. You held it up dramatically, clearing your throat. “Let’s see what this one says- ”

“Don’t you dare!” James exclaimed, his voice cracking slightly.

“Dear {Y/N},” you read aloud, dodging James as he tried to grab the letters again. “You’re going to kill me one day, and I’ll probably thank you for it. Today, you- ”

James groaned loudly, lunging for you again. “I mean it! Give them back!”

But you were faster, darting around Sirius’s bed and laughing as James scrambled to catch you. “Today, you laughed at my joke in Transfiguration, and I swear I forgot how to breathe- oh, that’s good, James! Real poetic!”

Sirius howled with laughter from his bed, clapping his hands. “Oh, this is gold. Absolute gold.”

Peter, wide-eyed, muttered, “Should we stop them?”

“No,” Sirius said quickly, waving a hand. “This is the most fun I’ve had all day.”

James was completely flustered now, his hair even messier than usual as he chased you around the room. “You’re impossible!” he said, his voice breathless.

“And you’re in love with me,” you teased, waving the letters in the air. Suddenly you paused, as if reality hit you. Your smile grew tenfold as you looked at the letters then to him with wide eyes. “Merlin, you're in love with me!”

That made him freeze for half a second, giving you just enough time to read aloud again. “You’ll never read this, but Merlin, I can’t stop thinking about you- ”

Before you could finish, James lunged and finally managed to catch you, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You squealed in surprise and delight as the two of you toppled backward into the open closet, the letters scattering around you.

James pinned you gently, his face mere inches from yours, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “You’re an absolute menace,” he said, though his tone was more fond than frustrated.

“And you’re a hopeless romantic,” you shot back, grinning up at him.

For a moment, he just stared at you, his hazel eyes filled with something intense and unspoken. Then, before you could say another word, he kissed you- soft and sweet at first, but quickly turning urgent and consuming.

You forgot about the letters entirely as his hands framed your face, his lips moving against yours like he’d been waiting for this moment forever. Your laughter melted into the kiss, your hands clutching the front of his Quidditch jumper as if to anchor yourself.

From outside the closet, Sirius’s voice rang out. “Bloody hell, Prongs, save some for later!”

James pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his face flushed and his smile wide. “Remind me to hex Sirius later,” he murmured, his breath warm against your lips.

“Deal,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss him again.

Sirius groaned loudly. “Merlin, they’re hopeless. Wormtail, fetch me a bucket; I’m going to be sick.”

Remus sighed, his tone amused. “I think we’ve just lost James for the rest of the day.”

[ackx-rman]

tea and you. levi ackerman.

pt. II

pt. I here: https://www.tumblr.com/ackx-rman/770470620582625280/tea-and-you-levi-ackerman

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, swearing, graphic scenes, idiots in love

he closed his eyes, the rough texture of the door pressing against his forehead. he listened, straining to hear any sound from your room- the rustle of fabric, a stifled sob, even the softest breath. the silence was absolute, broken only by the distant, muffled sounds of the barracks settling for the night. the air in the corridor was still and cold, clinging to him like a shroud.

after a minute that ticked by with agonizing slowness, he pulled back, the wood scraping faintly against his skin. a defeated sigh escaped his lips, a small puff of white in the frigid air. the thought of leaving you alone, consumed by whatever demons were tormenting you, was a heavy weight in his gut. he didn’t want to face the emptiness of his own quarters without first seeing the light in your eyes, without knowing you were safe, even from yourself.

on the other side of the door, you held your breath, listening until the echo of levi’s footsteps faded into the silence of the corridor. only then did you release a long, shaky sigh, the tension finally draining from your body. you moved mechanically towards the small washroom, the thought of a shower was a small comfort for all your mixed emotions of today - basically, too much emotions.

it had been a long, grueling day, and all you’d craved was the familiar ritual: a steaming cup of black tea with levi, a shared moment of quiet conversation where you could recount the day events, the small triumphs and frustrations of patrol.

as you stripped off your uniform, the sigh of a small cut on your arm brought a fresh wave of frustration. it was nothing, just a minor scrape from a skirmish with a few smaller titans - an easy fight for you, all things considered. your coat had snagged on a low-hanging branch, the twig slicing through the fabric and grazing your skin. you knew levi’s sharp eyes would immediately spot it, his brow furrowing in that familiar, almost disapproving frown of concern. with a practiced movement , you carefully draped the coat over your injured arm, the rough fabric concealing the small wound. it was a small, almost childish gesture, a way to postpone the inevitable. but a part of you wanted to show levi, to share the small details, to feel his concern, however fleeting. but she had been there, her presence a constant reminder of the boundaries you couldn’t cross.

it wasn’t as if you had any right to be jealous. you and levi were nothing more than captain and cadet, bound by duty, not affection. but the whispers, the knowing glances, the unspoken understanding that you were…his favourite. everyone knew that.

that single hour of shared tea could illuminate your entire week, month, and year.

also…how did he know? how had he sensed the hidden injury? that man possessed an uncanny sixth sense for injuries for sure.

the next morning levi dragged himself through his usual duties throughout the rest of his patrol. his mind and thoughts were completely elsewhere, the events from the other night in his mind over and over again like a broken record. but he kept pushing through, doing what he had to do, trying to finish his patrol as quickly as possible so he could return to see you. he headed straight for the mess hall the moment he returned, shedding his gear and discarding it onto the nearest table as his eyes quickly scanned around the mess hall, looking for your figure. a part of him hoped that you would have at least waited for him, like you usually did. for tea.

and there you were. your h/c was pulled back in a near braid, a single strand escaping to frame your face. a cup of tea warmed your hands, just as it always did when you waited for him.

but you weren’t alone. you were with…jean?

that morning, duty had taken you elsewhere. you found yourself in the stables, shovel in hand, alongside jean. lately, you two had become an almost inseparable pair, not out of any deep-seated desire, but thanks to hange’s chaotic scheduling. patrols, stable duty like this, even mess hall cleanup. hange seemed to keep you two tethered together. at first, it had been a source of quiet annoyance, but something had shifted, jean was not as annoying as you thought when you got to know him better. the tedious chores didn’t seem quite so soul-crushing anymore. in between the scent of hay and the occasional snort from a restless horse you found yourself laughing at jean’s dry jokes, a welcome distraction from the anxieties that had plagued you the night before.

the stable clock chimed twelve, the sound echoing through the cavernous space, and a familiar sense of urgency settled in your stomach. levi will be back soon. tea. you had to prepare tea.

you’d wavered this morning, the memory of last night was a burning ember in your chest. you’d almost convinced yourself to skip, to avoid the inevitable awkwardness. but the thought of breaking the routine, of leaving the empty space in your day, felt wrong.

maybe, just maybe, if you both acted as if nothing had transpired, if you simply followed the familiar steps of your “shared ritual”, everything could go back to the way it was. to the way it needed to be.

having finished storing the last bale of hay and giving the final horse a quick brush, you wiped your hands on your trousers and sighed. “i think that’s everything. i’m heading to the mess hall.”

jean grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “tea with the captain, huh?” he leaned against a stall, crossing his arms.

you rolled your eyes, “well, yeah. it’s.. a routine. and non of your business too”

jean glanced at the clock on the stable wall, the pendulum swinging rhythmically. “well,” he said, pushing himself off the stall, “i think i’ll have another one if you’ll allow me to escort you until your…best friend arrives, m’lady” he offered a mock bow, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

levi's eyes narrowed as he instantly recognized you across the mess hall. relief washed over him- you were here, after all. but the relief quickly curdled into something far darked as he registered the scene before him. you were seated at the table you two always shared, a steaming mug in your hands, your attention focused on jean. the horse-faced idiot kid.

his jaw tightened, his hand clenching into fists at his sides, the knuckles turning white. he couldn’t hear the conversation, the din of the mess a hall a constant hum in his ears, but he didn’t need to. he could see the way you were laughing, your head thrown back. it was a laugh he hadn’t heard since…well, the last time you two had tea. the day before yesterday. it looked like a long time ago.

he took a step forward, his resolve hardening into a familiar sense of purpose. he would march over there, interrupt whatever trivial conversation you two were having, and reclaim his rightful place beside you. he didn't like seeing you with someone else, laughing so freely, smiling with that horse-faced. he should have been the one sharing tea with you, the one eliciting that genuine smile.

but as he began to stride across the mess hall, a chilling thought stopped him in his tracks. a wave of dread washed over him, making his steps falter. perhaps…perhaps you didn't want to see him. perhaps you were finding jean’s company more…enjoyable. the thought twisted his stomach into knots. he didn't want to believe it, but the evidence was right there in front of him: you, relaxed and smiling, completely absorbed in a conversation that excluded him. he paused the near entrance, his hand gripping the cool stone of a pillar for support. he hated how easily you seemed to connect with others, how comfortable you looked sharing something as simple as…tea. when you literally told him it was between you two.

levi continued to watch you from a distance, trying to get a sense of what you and him were talking about. he saw you laugh again, leaning back a little with a smile saying something to him. was that… flirting? levi clenched his jaw and felt his heart sink lower and lower. he couldn't take it for much longer. he was close to just marching over and forcibly separating the two of you. he had to keep himself from snapping. he continued watching, his jaw clenched so hard you could probably hear his teeth grinding. he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. but with every laugh, every smile you sent to that damn guy it was taking all of levi's willpower to not just walk over and drag you away from him.

finally, jean excused himself, leaving you alone at the table. a small sigh of relief escaped your lips as you took a sip of your tea, the warmth spreading through you. on the table before you sat another cup, steaming gently, the one reserved for levi.

levi breathed a silent sigh of his own. finally. he straightened his posture, smoothing down any wrinkles on his uniform, and strode towards your table. he stopped in front of you, the scent of his familiar cologne reaching you. his usual stoic mask firmly in place. he had to keep his emotions in check, to prevent the simmering annoyance from surfacing.

“may i sit?” he asked, his voice even and controlled. “i would like to…talk”

he felt his annoyance begin to dissipate as you smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached your eyes. the familiar cheerfulness had returned to your voice, and the sound of it sent a wave of relief through him, easing the tension that had been gripping him for the past hour. god, he thought, how he'd missed that smile. his face, however, remained neutral.

he settled into the chair across from you, leaning back slightly, trying to appear nonchalant while his heart did a small, almost imperceptible leap.

“i'm sorry i kept you waiting,” he said, the words coming out more gently than he'd intended.

“oh, no, you didn't. it's fine,” you replied, picking up the cup of tea you'd saved for him, the warmth spreading through your hands. “did everything go well on patrol?”

levi nodded curtly, but his mind was elsewhere. he needed to address the elephant in the room, to understand why you'd been spending your tea time with him. a frown flickered across his face,

“why were you talking to that horse-faced idiot?” he asked, his voice carefully controlled.

you almost choked on your tea, a laugh escaping your lips.

“oh, jean? i was waiting for you, and he was just keeping me company.”

levi's eyes narrowed slightly. he didn't like that answer. not one bit.

“what were you talking about?” he pressed

“oh, you know, many things,” you replied, taking a long sip of your tea. you could feel his gaze burning into you, strangely, you knew that gaze, he was mad, for some reason, maybe bad patrol? “are you going to drink yours? you like it hot as hell, and it's going to get cold” you gestured towards his mug, a weak attempt to change the subject.

he held your gaze for a long moment, ignoring completely the cup of tea, searching for the right words. the image of jean's easy smile directed at you, the memory of your laughter, kept resurfacing, fueling a slow burn of anger again within him. the thought that jean might have been flirting…with you- he forced his gaze downwards finally at the cup of tea in front of him, offering a curt nod of thanks.

“anything specific?” he asked

“are you that interested?” you asked back

“just curious,” he said, his voice a touch sharper. “just asking,” he internally cursed himself for sounding so defensive.

he attempted a shrug, his gaze focused on you, like a compass needle drawn to the north. his eyes, sharp and focused, lingered on your face as he took a sip of his tea, the ceramic mug warm against his lips. a relentless loop played in his mind: had jean tried anything? had he crossed any lines? or, even worse, had you actually enjoyed his company? the uncertainty gnawed at him, a persistent, unpleasant feeling hard to swallow. he needed to know. he had to know.

the mess hall was quiet, the usual clatter of cutlery and boisterous conversations replaced by the gentle sounds of nature. sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the empty tables. the air was warm and still, a peaceful counterpoint to the anxiety that had been clinging to you since the previous night. you shifted in your chair, your fingers nervously tracing the rim of your teacup. the silence stretched between you.

finally, you couldn't bear it any longer.

“also…levi,” you said, “i'm sorry for yesterday”

his gaze softened as you apologized, the tension draining from his shoulders. he'd been torturing himself with what he could have said what he should have done.

“you don't need to be,” he said, his voice low and sincere, “it’s me who should apologize. i…never meant for you to feel like that” he met your gaze, his eyes searching yours.

you looked back at him, surprise evident in your eyes. it was clear you hadn't expected him to apologize, especially considering he'd done nothing wrong.

“no, no, i shouldn't- look,” you sighed, your voice laced with frustration and self-deprecation. “i was being an idiot. you can talk to whoever you want- i'm just…sorry”

the word “idiot” grated on levi's ears, a harsh sound that made a frown come to his face again. he hated hearing you talk about yourself that way, as if you were somehow less that deserving of respect and understanding. he wanted to shake you, to make yourself as he saw you: strong, capable, and worthy of all the good things in the world.

“no, don't call yourself that. you’re not an idiot” he met your gaze again, his eyes holding a sincerity that made your heart flutter. “you're allowed to feel what you feel. it's valid. and you weren't wrong. there's nothing to be sorry for, believe me”

a soft smile touched your lips, a genuine expression of gratitude. he always knew the right words, the precise phrases that could soothe your insecurities and ease your troubled mind.

“thank you,” you murmured, the words laced with warmth.

“you don’t have to thank me,” he murmured back, the words almost automatic

he leaned forward in his chair, the movement subtle but deliberate, closing the small distance between you. his gaze intensified, his eyes boring into yours with a focus that made you shift uncomfortably. he hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

“i do have a question, though…can i?”

you nodded slowly, your fingers tightening around your teacup, seeking the warmth it provided.

levi took a moment. gathering his thoughts before he spoke again. his voice was quiet, almost hesitant even.

“jean. was he…hm, flirty with you?” levi asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched your reaction.

you laughed, a carefree sound that grated on levis nerves. “well, yes. you know how jean is. gosh, he's so…so…” you trailed off, searching for the right word, unaware of the storm brewing inside levi.

his jaw clenched involuntary for the fifth time today as your casual information. a wave of anger washed over him, hot and sharp. jealousy. a feeling he had never experienced before, twisted in his gut. he could practically picture the scene: jean, with his usual smarmy grin, shamelessly flirting, making you laugh and smile. probably making some ridiculous comment about your appearance. how could anyone not be drawn to you? you were…completely out of this world. breathtaking. the thought sent a jolt of possessiveness through him. he took a steadying breath.

“did you…like it?” levi asked, the question barely above a whisper, his eyes fixed on your face, searching for any hint of an answer he didn't want to see.

you tilted your head, a playful glint in your eyes. why was he asking these questions? you wondered, a small smile playing on your lips. was this some sort of test? some elaborate scheme concocted by erwin or hange? whatever it was, you decided to play along, a spark of mischief growing in you.

“well,” you began, drawing out the word, “we've had this…game, since we joined the scouts and since i'm older than him it was funny. and since hange seems determined to keep us glued together lately…” you paused, tapping a finger thoughtfully against your chin. “he's a jerk obviously,” you paused again, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment longer. “but we don't have anything serious. if that's what you're asking…at least, not yet.” you met levis gaze, your smile widening slightly. you didn't actually like jean, of course not. but there was no harm in seeing levi's reaction, was there?

“yet.” the word hung in the air between you. the image of you and jean together, not just as comrades but as something more, sent a shiver of unsease down his spine. he did his best to keep his expression neutral, but the tension radiating from him was palpable.

“and how do you feel about him?” he asked, emphasizing the pronoun, his voice carefully neutral.

“uhm…” you paused, tapping a finger thoughtfully against your teacup. you didn't want to give him a definitive “no” just yet. it was too much fun watching his reaction. if only he knew…you thought, a small smile playing on your lips.

he watched you closely, seeing how suddenly you got quieter, clearly avoiding his gaze. his heart beat faster in his chest as he waited for your answer. he tried to hide his emotions but his mind was shouting at his heart telling him that you were actually having feelings for that bastard.

“i actually like someone else so…” you blurted quickly, how had a casual conversation but jean had turned into this?

oh, but he was stunned. he hadn’t expected that, his heart leaped in his chest, a sudden, jarring thump that sent a wave of heat through his body. he felt his breath catch in his throat, his palms suddenly clammy. please, please, let it be me. the silent plea echoed in his mind, a desperate mantra. he hated this feeling, this vulnerability, this desperate longing for your affection. it was unlike him, completely at odds with his usual composure.

but you…you were different. you were an exception to every rule he'd ever lived by. but when has anything “normal” ever happened between the two of you? you were an anomaly, a breath of fresh air in his otherwise rigid world. you were…perfect, in your own unique way.

“you like someone else?” he managed to ask

you nodded, offering no further explanation.

a small spark of hope ignited within levi, spreading through him like wildfire. it was a fragile ember, easily extinguished, but it was there nonetheless. he still needed to hear it, though. he needed the confirmation, the reassurance that his hopes weren't misplaced. “who do you like, then?” his voice betrays him with a hint of underlying tension.

“levi!” you exclaimed, a playful laugh escaping your lips, your hand instinctively going to your chest, as if to shield your heart. “i can't say that. it's a secret.” you tried to brush off the moment with a playful tone.

a sharp pang of disappointment pierced through levi's hope. he desperately wanted to hear you say his name, to have his suspicions confirmed, to finally know, without a doubt, that your feelings mirrored his own. the frustration simmered beneath his carefully controlled exterior.

“what do you mean you can't say it?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of impatiente. “it's just a name, y/n. we're not teenagers.” he shrugged trying to dismiss the importance of the question, but his eyes remained fixed on you, searching for any flicker of a clue.

you laughed, a light, teasing sound. he looked almost boyish in his frustration, a rare and endearing sight. he really looks like a teenager right now, a smile playing on your lips again. but then again, this was levi ackerman, the captain of the survey corps. even seasoned veterans could feel like nervous recruits in his presence.

his annoyance intensified. why were you being so evasive? why were you treating this like a game? he'd just learned that you didn't reciprocate jean's affections, and that you harbored feelings for someone. but your playful teasing was threatening to extinguish it. he could barely contain his impatience, the urge to demand the answer bubbling just beneath the surface.

“why are you laughing?” he asked, his voice tight.

“it's funny,” you replied, your smile widening. you decided to turn the tables, to see how he handled the pressure.

“what about you, levi ackerman, the captain of the survey corps, the man everyone thinks is incapable of feeling anything? do you like someone?” you raised an eyebrow, challenging him with you gaze.

the table had turned completely. he hadn't anticipated such a direct counter-attack. a faint blush crept up levi's neck, staining his pale skin a delicate shade of pink. he quickly averted his gaze, focusing on the swirling tea in his cup, a mumbled response escaping his lips. “you're on to talk,” he muttered, his voice strained, “you didn't answer my goddamn question”

“hey!” you exclaimed, your smirk playful and teasing. you pointed a finger at him, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “that's not fair, you know”

levi rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips despite his best efforts. you were deliberately avoiding the question, and it was driving him crazy. but the way you were doing it, with that playful smirk and that little gesture, was utterly disarming. he couldn't help but be charmed, even as he fought against it. this wasn't how this was supposed to go at all, he thought.

“don't use that bullshit on me. answer the question”

“i guess we’ll never know then”

he let out a low growl. why were you acting so calm and annoying, just sitting there sipping that goddamned tea with a little smirk on your face.

“damn it. stop being such a smartass”

you winked at him. you loved teasing levi; there was something undeniably satisfying about riling up the usually impassive captain. besides, weren't the grumpiest people the easiest to tease? it was a proven fact, try it, its fun.

you glanced at the clock on the wall and stood up, you still had a smile on your lips. you were running late for patrol.

“i have to go,” you announced, your tone light and airy. “duty calls”

levi's heart plummeted as you stood up, the chair scraping against the floor. he felt a sudden, almost desperate urge to reach out and stop you. he hadn't gotten his answer, and the thought of you leaving, or remaining in this state of agonizing uncertainty, was unacceptable.

“wait a second,” levi said, a warning in his tone. “we're not done yet”

“i think we are, cap,” you replied, a nervous laugh scaping your lips

the crape of levi's chair against the floor echoed through the now empty mess hall as he stood, his figure looming over you. he crossed his arms over his chest. “no, we're not,” he repeated, his voice firm. “you're not leaving until you answer.”

“why do you care so much?” your fingers fumbling with the buttons of your jacket. a blush warmed your cheeks, betraying your carefully constructed facade of indifference. “it's just a man.”

the captain clenched his fists. a vein throbbed in his temple. his patience, already stretched thin, had finally snapped. you were seriously starting to tick him off. each evasive answer was a tiny pinprick, inflating a balloon of frustration within him, threatening to burst. but beneath the anger, a deeper, more vulnerable emotion layed. why did he care so much. you were killing him, slowly, since he met you.

he just wanted to know who held your attention, to put his heart at ease. it was a selfish desire, he knew, but he couldn't help. the thought of you with someone else twisted in his gut like a knife. but he couldn't admit that to you, couldn’t reveal the raw vulnerability that lay beneath his gruff exterior. so he scowled at you.

“stop being stubborn and just answer. who is it?”

you shifted your weight nervously, glancing towards the door. “i really have to go,” you said, your voice a little breathless, “but if you tell me first, i'll tell you, deal?” a small, almost desperate part of you hoped this would finally bring some clarity. it was a risky gamble, but you reasoned that however bad this could be, at least you wouldn’t get your hopes up for someone who didn't reciprocate your feelings. at least, this would finally end the agonizing uncertainty.

you could hear him groan softly, a low rumble of frustration that vibrated in the air between you. he ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in his thin strands. he was trapped.

“tsk,” he clicked his tongue against his teeth, his mind instantly making a decision. his gaze locks onto yours, piercing, searching, lingering on the soft color of your e/c eyes.

“fine. deal”

levi's heart was right now a rollercoaster, his now insistent rhythm against his ribs s he accepted your deal. he swallowed hard, the simple act suddenly feeling monumental. those constructing walls around his heart that had protected him from the vulnerability of exposure now were crumbling, brick by brick.

“i like someone,” he said, the words coming out rougher than expected. he kept his gaze now fixed on a point just over your shoulder, unable to meet your eyes, afraid of what he might see reflected there.

you gasped, a sharp intake of breath so loud and sudden that it echoed in the relative quiet of the room. i was the kind of gasp that could probably have been heard all the way down the hall, maybe even reaching hange's ever-attentive ears.

a shiver ran down levi’s spine.

hange and gossip were a volatile combination, a force of nature that could unleash a whirlwind of speculation and teasing. the thought sent a fresh wave of anxiety through him. now you're doomed forever, a small, panicked voice whispered in his mind, because we all know how hange is with gossip.

“are you for real?!” you exclaimed, your voice laced with disbelief. your eyes were wide.

he couldn't help but roll his eyes. why was that so surprising? had he been so successful in concealing his feelings that the mere suggestion of him having them was enough to elicit such a dramatic reaction? he wanted to be like that with others, but not with you.

“of course i'm for real,” he retorted, “do i look like a liar?”

you giggled by his reaction, his ass always so dramatic you couldn't help but chuckle. “okay now that's interesting wh-” when you were finishing the sentence you heard jean calling your name.

of course it was jean. levi clenched his jaw to keep himself from saying anything, but he felt his eye twitch as he saw the smile that appeared on your face. you were looking forward to going on patrol with jean.

“i have to go, but i'll see you tomorrow?” you stated as you were walking already to the main door. he nodded curtly at you, still annoyed that your attention was being directed to horse-faced and not him. but he tried not to let the irritation show too much as he spoke. “yeah sure. i'll see you tomorrow.”

he watched you walk away with jean, he had to admit the sight of the two of you together made his heart ache. as much as he hated jean, the fact that you spent time with him made something inside him twist unpleasantly. he turned around and stormed out of the mess hall, walking with quick, angry strides as he headed back towards his quarters. he felt frustrated and annoyed, not even sure what to do with these feelings inside him. all he knew was that he didn't like seeing you with jean. or with anyone. not at all.

author's note: okay so i'm not really really happy with this chapter but it's going to get better, this trasition was needed. but i hope you guys are as excited as i am. sorry for not posting these days, holidays and spending time with family are getting my time from writting. hope you guys are having a good time these weeks wheter you celebrate it or not ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[loop-doom]

Y.E.S

Ppl actually have asked me how I survive I love being mysterious thank u very munch

This is so accurate everyone take it omg

which ao3 tag are you?

[tae-rhymeswithslay]

anyone remember this from last year?

a redraw of an old piece of :D

i konda like the more cartoony look of the old one, but i think i totally improved in terms of like, perspective and line control (old below)

[haunted-glassesgurl]

Imagine Merlin and Arthur kissing for the first time.

Arthur thinks that Merlin might not be the more experienced in this field, but he's willing to teach him absolutely everything he knows (because, if he does say so himself, he's a very good kisser). What starts as a chaste soft brush of their lips, turns into one of the best kisses Arthur has ever had. Merlin KNOWS what he's doing, and apparently so do his lips and tongue, and Arthur can't help but be a little bit jealous that Merlin has learnt this from someone else, other than him.

When they part, both flushed and a bit short of breath, Arthur can't help but ask

-Where the hell did you learn to do that?!-

Merlin simply shrugs and looks around a bit embarrassed

-You tasted me of chocolate pudding, and it reminded me of when my mum let me lick the spoon clean when she made some desserts for me...-

He looks at Arthur, all red-faced, and the prince can barely contain his smile.

-I guess muscle memory just kicked in - Merlin finishes sheepishly, taking one of Arthur's hands in his.

-Thank goodness for that - Arthur murmurs softly and goes to kiss Merlin again. Now that he knows what he's up against, he's going to make sure he perfects his kissing technique by kissing Merlin every single chance he gets.

[bibliophilicbi]

Steph: *def not listening with Barb and Cass* FUCKING SAY SOMETHING TIM

How I imagine Tim coming out to Kon is like-

Tim during a stake out alone, connecting his comms to Kons since he knows the other boy is also doing a patrol right now and he can do that.

Kon: Hey Tim! What's up?

Tim: Just bored- got offered up for a stake out and no one wanted to join me.

Kon: Ha! I would offer to join you but-

Tim: Batman's rule of no metas, yeah yeah I know.

*Pause of silence as Kon gets into a small fight with someone.*

Tim awkwardly: So..since we are currently taking..thought I should let you know- I'm bisexual. I've already told my family and know I just need to tell friends and-

Kon stopping him before Tim can go on a rant: I love you too.

Tim: What?!

Kon: ...

Tim: ...

The Batfam who was in the cave and definitely listening in on the comms: ...

Dick and Jason: *Dying laughing*

Damian: *disgusted sounds*

Bruce: *Confused dad sounds*

[ultimate-shipper-trash-blog]

It had been three weeks since Steve and Eddie broke up.

Obviously they couldn’t just parade the news around it was 1985 and the world wasn’t quite ready to accept a gay couple, especially one from different social circles.

It hadn’t been mutual, it included a lot of anger and tears from both parties. Some love confessions and a lot of swearing. Their relationship had meant something.

So why was Eddie walking down the hall holding Chrissy Cunningham’s hand.

Giggling.

Steve saw red.

—

“Did you see Eddie and Chrissy today?” Steve murmured at Robin biting his nails.

“Sure did. What a bunch of weirdos. Why do you care anyway?” Robin said adjusting her sailor hat.

“I-I don’t!” Steve spluttered. “I just think it’s weird is all like what does Eddie even see in her!”

Robin slowly turned to look at him, eyes wide like an owl.

“Her? What about him?! He’s so greasy and weird I feel like if I hugged him he’d slip away from me.”

“What!”

“Steve I’m not even kidding if I rolled down a window while we were driving he would fly out. That man is not nearly good enough for Chrissy Cunningham.”

“You just don’t know him well.”

“Oh and you do?!” Robin laughed.

“No. No, of course not.” Steve looked down at his hands.

“Steve…do you have a crush on Eddie?” Robin was biting her lower lip, radiating nerves.

ding ding ding

“Hellloooo what’s it take to get some service in here,” Eddie complained. Banging on the little bell that haunts the Scoops Ahoy.

“Eddie, quit, that’s so rude.” Chrissy playfully scoffed at him.

“Sorry baby cakes but I need sugar.”

“I highly doubt that,” Steve grumbled.

“Ah! Stevie! Perfect. The lady and I prefer some cones for this experience.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Robin gently put a hand on his arm pulling him down to look at her.

“I’ll take care of them. Go in the back.”

Steve nodded quickly before turning away.

“What’s up with him?” Eddie asked. No concern at all laced in his voice.

“He’s right Munson, you don’t need any more sugar, and I have the right to refuse service.” She glared at him.

“Robin?” Chrissy’s sweet voice asks. “Does that include me too?”

Robin’s face flared up like a tomato. “Of course not! What can I get you?”

She gave in eventually giving them the two cones and motioned for Steve to come back out as they left.

“Steve…if I had a crush on Nancy would you care?”

“What! No of course not.”

“Why not?”

“You’re my friend, probably my best friend, and she’s me ex.”

“And you don’t care that-“

“No I don’t care that you’re both girls.”

“She’s your ex.”

“Yeah but I’m not in love with her anymore.”

“So how is that different than Chrissy.”

Steve turned pale.

“Chrissy was your friend right. But you’re in love with Eddie aren’t you.”

Steve put his head down and sighed.

“What’s up with him?” Eddie voice rang out.

Robins eyes glinted mischievously.

“Why don’t you come to Steve’s for a party tomorrow. Both of you. It can be like a double date.”

Eddies eyebrows rose into his bangs.

“Really?” Chrissy giggled. “That’d be awesome! See you tomorrow.”

“Yeaaaah.” Eddie said slowly, licking a big chunk of ice cream and making sure Steve knew it. “See you tomorrow.” He turned away with a wink.

——-

Chrissy wasn’t surprised at the scene before her at all. Her boyfriend standing in Steve Harrington’s living room making out with the man himself.

“I’m sorry,” Steve was muttering between kisses.

“No, I’m sorry,” Eddie muttered back.

Chrissy walked up to them and cleared her throat watching the men break apart.

“Chrissy….” Steve was wide eyed in fear.

“Eddie.” She put on her best angry voice and held out her hand.

“Oh for all that-“ Eddie muttered digging through his pockets successfully pulling out a $20 bill. He reached over and slapped it into her hand.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Chrissy smirked at them, light glinting in her eyes. She turned around and walked to a smirking Robin giving her a high five.

Steve looked baffled.

“Oh don’t wait on me, please, continue.” She gestured towards Steve and Eddie.

“Well…who am I to argue with the queen herself.” Eddie smiled. Hauling Steve in for another kiss.

—————

Comment rn 🤨🫵

I obviously rushed the ending but it was only supposed to be a paragraph at most. The idea of Chrissy making Steve jealous was the original thought. Turned into “$20 is $20” turned into.

Steve and Eddie are making out in Steve’s living room and Eddie opens his eyes to see Chrissy standing there and gives her the $20 and Steve NEVER knows.

Which ending would you have preferred?

[notenoughdramaaa]

If you're looking for a Starchaser fanfic where they actually get a happy ending feel free to check mine out it has been updated.

[shainsaw22]

Aaand as usual I keep forgetting to actually post my saved drafts for updates. This post is only, oh, two weeks late. Lol! As per an Author Note, there is another chapter coming this month, too, so stay tuned for that. But for now here is Chapter 16 of Safe to Fall!

Chapter Summary: When Stiles, Lydia, Erica, and Boyd perform the blood magic ritual to relive the events of the night when everything when to hell with Gerard, things go horribly wrong and a terrifying truth is revealed.

[cursedwithgloriouspurpose]

Man, I wanna talk about these two so much and I don't even know where to start. That's the major problem of shipping your own OCs, isn't it? (It's not like I can just throw the 50+ page outline I have written for them up on the internet. I have to actually make it palatable/enjoyable for people who aren't me.)

There wasn't much of an idea behind this one when I began, other than me wanting a full-body piece of Tomi where you could actually see his face. But between when I first sketched this out, and now, it happened that Tomi invited her to a midnight rendezvous under a weeping willow they know (a dryad named Berini.) Lili hopes he's finally broken through the mind altering spell (she believes) he's been under for the past few weeks since their reunion. But even if he hasn't, she has no intention of leaving Thymil without him this time.

I really, really do need to write this all out XD or do more half-assed comics.

Anyway... this is probably be my last big piece of the year. Unless it's not. Guess we have a week to find out.

As always, commission link in the source.

[thatstupidone]

To add onto my 'Tim coming out to Kon' post, Damian (technically)coming out to Jon!

Clark invited the Waynes over to the farm for a few days. At some point Damian ended up in Jon's room surrounded by kittens.

Jon: Don't tell Clark I let them in!

Damian: *A small smile on his face as he watches the small fluff balls* Your secret is safe with me, Jon.

Jon: *Can't help but smile* You're adorable!

Damian: *Red in the face and fully caught off guard by the comment.*

Jon: *Realizing what he said* I- um, sorry? *Thinking he has made Dami mad*

Damian: *after a few minutes muttering* dear gods I think I'm gay..

Jon: What- *definitely heard what he said.*

In another room

Clark: *Chokes on his water.*

Bruce: Are you okay?

Clark: Hm? Oh, yeah. Yep. Mhm.

Bruce: Okay..

[drulalovescas]

I think the funniest thing about Dean and Cas has got to be that they were in a relationship for years yet none of them seemed to realize that. That is objectively quite hysterical.

[sadbenedict]

I think Geto went a bit overboard....

[witchywithwhiskey]

the alpha next door

pairing: alpha!steve rogers x omega!female reader

summary: you and your neighbor are harboring feelings for each other, but both of you think the other is too sweet. then, things take a turn when your first heat since moving in hits, revealing the depth of your feelings for the alpha next door—and his for you.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), omegaverse AU tropes (heats, knots, purring, mating, scenting), piv sex, breeding kink/pregnancy kink (reader's on birth control tho), accidental voyeurism, masturbation (m + f), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, size kink, pet names (baby), mutual pining, idiots in love, dual pov

word count: 8.9k

a/n: here's my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Cum Together Extravaganza!!! i used the A/B/O AU and breeding kink prompts—and this is my very first omegaverse fic!!! so uhhh please be kind because i don't know what i'm doing 😅 also loosely inspired by "too sweet" by hozier!! anyway, this ended up a lot longer than i thought it would be....whoops!! hope y'all enjoy!!!

When you first moved into the little pink cottage next door, Steve Rogers decided that you were too sweet for an ex-soldier alpha like him. An omega like you was filled with sunshine and gentleness, and you deserved an alpha who would treat you like the precious thing you were. 

The kindest thing Steve could do for you was stay away. The thoughts you inspired in his alpha hindbrain had him hating the rough and greedy animal side of himself. He wanted to dig his fingers into your plush hips and bend you over, make you present your pretty little body in the way the alpha in him craved. 

But he reminded himself you were too sweet. Too sweet for the obscene thoughts that plagued his mind. Too sweet to be defiled by a big alpha like him. Too sweet to be swollen and round and glowing because you were carrying his child…

Still, you were his neighbor and Steve couldn’t avoid you entirely, even though everything he saw only reaffirmed his belief that you were too good for him. 

The little pink cottage beside his house had come with a front garden filled with pink roses and all manner of other pink flowers that Steve couldn’t even begin to name, but you tended to them like you’d planted them yourself. Steve would get home from work, park his truck in his driveway—which had a perfect view of your front garden. He’d watch you from behind his tinted windows as you took care of your flowers, looking like a garden fairy come to life.

When Steve eventually grew uncomfortable with how long he’d been watching you, he would get out of his truck and call a gruff hello to you as he made his way inside. Your melodic voice returning his greeting would follow him into his house, where he’d close his door and lean against it, panting like he’d just escaped a warzone while his cock strained against his jeans. But Steve wouldn’t stoop to jerking himself off to the thought of you—at least not while you were just outside. 

On weekends, Steve would work in his backyard, mowing the grass and tending to the shrubs that ran along the line separating his property from yours. When the weather was nice and pleasantly warm, you would sit out on your small back porch, curled up in a wicker chair reading some book or another.

Steve would offer to mow your lawn, just for an excuse to stay outside longer, and be a little bit closer to you. You’d let him, and thank him for his efforts by giving him some ice cold lemonade, smiling up at him while he drank it. Steve wasn’t the least bit surprised the lemonade was more sweet than tart. 

As the weeks and months passed since you’d moved in, Steve couldn’t help but feel his desire for you growing, becoming a living thing curling around his heart, making it beat for you. You were the sweetest and prettiest omega he’d ever met, and he’d be lucky to be your alpha, but he kept his distance, certain you could do better than him.

That is, until your first heat after moving in next door changed everything.

That was when Steve learned you were far more than the innocent little omega he’d determined you to be—you were a creature of sex and desire, made to take an alpha’s knot and be pumped full of come in the hopes that their seed would take root in your womb. When your heat hit fully, your keening wails echoed from your cottage, and they were a siren song that called directly to Steve’s alpha heart.

But he kept himself away. After all, there were polite ways of going about these things, and he’d never even asked you out on a date, so he certainly wasn’t going to assume you wanted his help to get you through your heat. Besides, you hadn’t asked for him to join you, anyway.

That didn’t stop Steve from keeping an eye on you, though.

He’d noticed the slight change in your scent a few days before your heat truly set in, his cock reacting even more to your perfect omega body than normal. Steve felt like he was walking around with a constant bulge in his pants after getting a single whiff of your scent, but he ignored the niggling feeling telling him he needed to be close to you and did his best to hide his reaction. He knew you had other things to worry about than the comfort of the alpha next door. 

Even though something in him compelled him to go to you, Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk over to your cottage. It occurred to him that even if you didn’t want him to help you through your heat, he could offer to go to the store to get the food and provisions you’d need. But he didn’t. He was worried about what he’d do if he looked into your home and saw your nest and smelled your sweet perfume. 

So Steve kept his distance, watching you from his truck and the windows of his house as you brought home a week’s worth of provisions—protein bars and sports drinks that would keep you nourished enough to make it through your heat. Steve wished he could carry the heavy-looking bags into your home, but his cock was pitching a tent in his sweatpants, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with the way his alpha body reacted to your omega scent. 

Finally, as your heat drew closer, you locked up your cottage, closing all the windows and drawing all the curtains. Steve couldn’t help but notice, though, that you left the skylight in your bedroom cracked open a tiny bit. Steve’s alpha hindbrain itched at the thought that you’d only left it open because you couldn’t close it yourself, and he had to hold himself back from going over to your cottage to offer to close it.

Steve knew omegas liked to keep their nests dark and warm and locked up tight. They wanted to keep all the scents created during a heat trapped in their nest, at least until their heat broke. So it was curious that you’d left the skylight open, even a little bit. 

But when your heat hit in earnest that evening, your pitiful whimpers and desperate moans filtering through the open window and directly to Steve’s ears—through the window of his bedroom that he’d thrown open the moment he’d heard you—he forgot about what omegas typically wanted. Instead, all the blood in his body rushed to his cock, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life. 

Steve stood at the window of his bedroom, which overlooked your cottage, his eyes glazing over as he listened to you pant and whine and cry out for an alpha that wasn’t coming. Because of course Steve had noticed that no alpha had arrived to help you through your heat. He assumed you were using any number of the toys that were sold precisely to help unmated omegas get through their heats without an alpha’s help. 

But it meant you were alone, in your nest, riding out your heat on some silicone knot. That thought nearly made Steve storm from his house and barge into your cottage to demand you let him help you, but he reminded himself you were too sweet, too sweet, too sweet for him. So instead, he fisted his cock and listened to your raspy pleas fill the night sky.

“Need your knot, alpha, oh god, please,” you babbled, your voice beautifully melodic to Steve even when you were desperately begging for something he knew he shouldn’t give you. “Fill me up, daddy, I need it—need your knot, alpha—daddy, daddy, alpha, please, please, please!” Your moans grew louder and Steve could only imagine the thick silicone knot that was filling you up the way he should be filling you.

One of Steve’s hands gripped the frame of his window tightly, using the feel of the wood digging into his palm to keep himself grounded as he physically fought with his alpha instincts. He wanted to break into your cottage and rip your toys away from you so he could help you through your heat. Like he was meant to. It should be him inside you, sinking into your warm, welcoming cunt while you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

Steve’s other hand gripped his cock, pumping his hard, stiff length with a fist so tight, it was nearly punishing. It helped a little, but his fist was a far cry from your perfect cunt, which would be gushing with wetness and so hot, Steve would feel like he was sinking into heaven and hell at the same time. And when he came, it wouldn’t be anywhere near as satisfying as emptying his balls right against your cervix, pumping your womb full of his seed while knot locked your bodies together so it would be almost certain he’d knock you up. 

That is, if you weren’t on birth control. Which most unmated omegas were, Steve reminded himself.

Still, the alpha in him was a beast barely caged—he wanted to breed you. 

Steve wanted to see you impaled on his cock and his knot, so bloated from how full you were with his come that he could see it in the way your belly bulged, giving a preview of what you’d look like growing with his child. He wanted to knock you up, he wanted to see you swollen and round with his pup. 

He wanted to keep fucking you even as you carried his child, watching you bounce on his knot, your tits swollen with milk and your belly big and round while he tried to fill your womb with another before you’d even popped out the first. Steve wanted to keep you pregnant all the time, your pretty little omega body always ripe and swollen with his pups, taking his knot and his come every moment of the day so he could make sure you were always glowing with the radiance of motherhood.

It was that image of you—beautiful and knocked up, your eyes hazy with pleasure that came only from being impaled on his cock, and being locked on his knot—that made Steve come. 

He grunted as the pleasure of his fist and his thoughts of you finally became too much, wrapping both his hands around his thick length, one squeezing his knot while the other pumped the rest of his shaft. His come erupted from the tip, streaming over the windowsill and dripping down to his bare feet on the wooden floor of his bedroom.

A growl tore from Steve’s lips while he came, a deep, dark part of his alpha hindbrain responding furiously to the fact that he was wasting his seed. He should be emptying his balls deep in your fertile cunt while your slick walls gripped his knot and milked every drop of his seed into your womb, where it belonged. 

Steve’s release seemed to last for ages, longer than he’d ever experienced before, and if it wasn’t for the fact that his head finally started to clear when it abated, he would’ve been worried he’d gone into rut. But finally, Steve surfaced from the depths of his pleasure, and winced when he remembered the thoughts that had made him come.

Steve was appalled by the direction in which his imagination had gone, and felt guilty for imagining you in such a state as pregnant and bouncing on his cock—even as the reminder made his cock leak one last spurt of his release. Cursing and castigating himself, Steve moved away from the window to clean himself up and wipe down the spot where he’d been standing. 

The entire time he was cleaning up after himself, Steve felt off-balance. He’d never felt such a pull toward an omega before you, and he’d never been so close to going into rut just from listening to an omega whimper and moan. If he didn’t know better, he would think you were his mate—the one omega in the whole world who was perfect for him. 

But Steve pushed that thought aside and reminded himself you were too sweet for an alpha like him. You might’ve sounded desperate and needy while you suffered through your heat alone, but you deserved better than an alpha who could think of nothing else besides pumping you full of come and knocking you up with his child.

Steve felt disturbed all over again when he thought of the vivid, obscene things he’d imagined while he’d jerked himself off. He’d never been the type of alpha to get off on the idea of breeding, let alone pictured anyone swollen with his kid while they were impaled on his cock. Steve felt so far out of his depth, he swiped his clean hand down his face to try to regain the equilibrium that had been shattered by your pretty omega sounds.

Thankfully, you’d gone blessedly quiet at some point when Steve had been coming all over his windowsill. He tossed the rag he’d used to clean up his mess into the laundry and flopped down on his bed, knowing he wouldn’t be getting any rest that night. It was a good thing he’d called out of work on heat leave.

Even as Steve lay in his bed, the refrain that you were too sweet for him repeating in his mind, he couldn’t help hoping that you were getting some much-needed rest. He’d never been one to worry over much about whether someone was sleeping or eating, but he wondered if you’d had a protein bar and drank a sports drink before falling asleep. He knew you needed to keep up your strength if you’d make it through your heat. 

His thoughts spinning around in his mind, Steve fell into a light, fitful sleep, his alpha hindbrain remaining alert and attuned to the sounds coming from your cottage. Little did he know, it wouldn’t be long before everything would change. Something would happen that would force Steve to finally give in to the connection between him and the omega next door.

When you woke on the second morning of your heat, it was to a burning need cutting through your core, urging you to roll onto your knees and sink down on the silicone knot toy that had slipped from your pussy while you slept. Unbidden, the face of the alpha next door, Steve Rogers, popped into your mind and you sobbed through another wave of aching desire, wishing desperately that he was with you to help you through your heat.

You hadn’t met the alpha until after you’d moved into the little pink cottage next door to his much larger home, and you were instantly smitten with the former soldier. He was big—so much bigger than you—with broad shoulders and bulging biceps that were barely hidden beneath the tight t-shirts he always seemed to wear. But it was Steve’s thighs that were always so distracting to you, so thick they made you want to ride them until your slick was drenching his jeans.

A pitiful moan fell from your lips as you reached between your thighs, grasping blindly for the toy you’d discarded in your sleep. With your face still shoved into a pillow and sleep still clinging to the edges of your consciousness, you slid down on the thick silicone cock, pretending it belonged to Steve. 

The alpha next door was just so…sweet. 

It hadn’t taken you long after moving into your cottage to learn your neighbor’s schedule, and you made sure to always be working in the garden in front of your home when he got back from work. You lived for the growly greetings he would call to you, and the faint blush that would graze his cheekbones, like he was shy around you, his harmless omega neighbor. 

And on the weekends, when you knew Steve wasn’t working, you sat on your back porch reading—though you were more often ogling the fit alpha’s shoulders and arms as he worked in his backyard. The sun would shine on Steve’s blond hair and make him look like a golden god, with sparkling blue eyes that would occasionally flick in your direction, though you didn’t think he was really looking at you.

Of course, when he’d offer to mow your lawn, you’d let him. Then, to show the alpha your thanks, you’d make him some nice refreshing lemonade. If that meant you could watch him quench his thirst while you imagined his sweet mouth on your body, drinking your slick as eagerly as he drank your lemonade, then that was just a bonus to being a good neighbor. Right?

It had become abundantly clear to you that you harbored a crush on Steve, and it was nearly excruciating living next to him when he didn’t seem interested in making a move on his omega neighbor. After all, it had been months, and he’d been nothing but friendly and respectful and sweet. 

It was obvious, at least to you, that Steve was too sweet for you—too sweet to be the rough, dominant alpha you craved. Too sweet to bend you over and impale you on his thick cock with one stroke. Too sweet to shove his knot into your cunt and make you come so hard you saw stars. Too sweet to knock you up over and over again, filling up that big house of his with pups that you’d created together. 

You’d told yourself it was for the best that Steve kept his distance. If he couldn’t be what you needed, then you didn’t want your crush to develop into unrequited feelings. But your heart didn’t listen, so you kept putting yourself in situations where you’d get to see your neighbor—working in your front garden when he got home, sitting on your back porch while he was in his backyard. 

Then, you began to feel your heat coming on, and your thoughts about the alpha next door only worsened. It wasn’t uncommon anymore for unmated omegas to ask alpha friends or acquaintances to help them through their heats, but the prospect of asking Steve for his help, getting to come all over his knot for days on end, and then trying to go back to the way things were sounded torturous. 

Instead, you went about your heat preparations as you always did, gathering supplies from the grocery store and stocking up the minifridge in your bedroom with sports drinks while you piled your bedside table high with protein bars. You closed and locked all the doors and windows of your cottage, drawing the curtains tight to keep out the sun. 

You knew you were a bit of an odd omega, and you didn’t like total darkness in your nest, which was why you had been the only one interested in the little cottage. It had a skylight in the bedroom that any other omega would want closed and covered during their heat. The window itself was covered in a film that dampened most of the direct  sunlight and you enjoyed the natural light, even when you were deep in your heat, so it was perfect for you.

It occurred to you, as you were preparing your room, that if you cracked open the skylight, the sounds you made during your heat would filter out from your cottage. Your desperate cries for a knot might even be heard by the alpha next door…

Later, you’d blame your decision to leave the skylight open on the dangerous combination of your pre-heat brain and the exquisite agony of your crush on Steve. But by that time, the little decision you’d made in the urgency of your heat preparations would’ve irrevocably changed your life—for the better—and you wouldn’t give a thought to regretting what you’d done.

Still, on that second morning of your heat, when you were woken by the need to be knotted and flooded with come, you didn’t even remember that you’d decided to leave the skylight open. So you had no idea whether it was working or not, whether Steve could hear you—but he wasn’t far from your thoughts as you rode your silicone alpha toy, trying to slake the need that burned through your body. 

Your heats were always a little hazy, like most omega’s, with desire and need pounding through your blood so insistently, you couldn’t form any coherent thoughts. Your mind could only focus on getting a cock inside you, then a knot and, if you’d had an alpha to help you, the gush of their come. Since you were so mindless, you uttered words that you’d forgotten the second they fell from your lips.

The first night of your heat, when you’d had a moment of clear-headedness enough to gulp down a sports drink and scarf a protein bar, you’d hoped you hadn’t cried out anything that would embarrass you—like Steve’s name. You’d had a vague memory of calling out for an alpha, which was normal for an unmated omega, and a daddy, which was normal for you, given your desires when you weren’t going through your heat. But you’d breathed a sigh of relief when you didn’t remember calling out for Steve specifically. 

You couldn’t imagine what would happen if you cried out Steve’s name while in heat. But you were about to find out.

The silicone toy in your cunt wasn’t cutting it. It had been just fine that first night, though you hadn’t felt as satisfied as you normally did, and you hadn’t slept as long as you typically did in between waves of your heat. Something about this heat felt different. You weren’t just desperate for an alpha’s knot and come, you wanted more…

You wanted a pup. You wanted an alpha’s cock shoved deep in your cunt, unloading their come against your cervix, filling your womb with a seed that would take and knock you up. You wanted to be bred—and not just by any alpha. You wanted the alpha next door to breed you.

Steve. You wanted Steve. You needed Steve. 

“Please,” you gasped, the word leaving your lips as you thought of your big, sweet alpha neighbor. His face came easily to your mind, those sparkling blue eyes and soft lips, that strong jaw and the way a blush turned his cheeks the most perfect shade of pink. “Please, alpha, need your knot, need your come,” you whined, speaking to the image of Steve in your mind.

You pushed yourself up onto your knees, grabbing one of the many pillows from your bed and shoving it between your thighs, forcing the silicone alpha cock deeper into your cunt. Still, it wasn’t enough, even as you tried to make due. 

You rocked your hips, trying to replicate the feeling of fucking yourself on an alpha’s cock, but it paled in comparison. A desperate whine worked its way up your throat, filling your room and slipping from the skylight into the morning air.

“Please, daddy, wanna have your baby,” you cried, your hands going to your tits and tugging on your nipples so roughly, pleasure and pain swirled through your body, creating a tornado of sensation that only fed the need burning in your core. “Wan’ you to knock me up, alpha, wanna give you pups, wan’ you to suck on my milky tits while you fuck me, daddy.” You groped your breasts, pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself, the sensations making your cunt gush slick all over the toy inside you. 

The pleasure was gathering in your core, making you more desperate to reach the pinnacle of your climax. Your hips worked, humping the pillow and cock between your thighs, shoving yourself down against the knot at the base of the toy, knowing it was what you needed to come, but your pussy was still too tight to take it. 

“Oh god, I need it, alpha, I need it, I need it,” you babbled mindlessly, fucking yourself furiously on the toy and still wishing it was Steve’s cock. 

You pictured him beneath you, his cheeks tinged pink, not with a blush, but with the flush of his desire for you, his blue eyes nearly black from his pupils blowing wide as he stared up at you. His soft mouth parted as he groaned, his thick cock buried in your tight cunt, twitching as you squeezed him.

It was with that image in your mind that the fateful words spilled from your lips. You cried out desperately, “Knock me up, daddy, gimme your pup, please—please, breed me, Steve!” 

So close to the edge of your release, you barely heard the distant crashing sound that echoed between your little cottage and the house that belonged to the alpha next door. All you heard were your gasping breaths and mindless moans, the toy shoving into your cunt making low squelching noises that only managed to turn you on more. 

It was only when a much closer smashing sound preceded the swirl of cool morning air infiltrating your home, and flooding into your nest, that you were able to drag your attention away from your own desperate frustration. Your omega instincts were going haywire, part of you telling you something was wrong, while another part unfurled and shifted, like a flower blooming toward the sun. 

Blinking your eyes to clear away the haze of your heat, your mouth fell open in an ‘o’ of surprise at the sight of the alpha in your bedroom doorway. 

Steve’s big body filled the doorway, his hands clutching the wooden frame while his chest heaved with heavy breaths. It looked like he was trying to hold himself back, his grip so tight on your doorframe that a distant part of your mind worried it might splinter beneath his palms. But you couldn’t think too closely about that, not when your neighbor was staring at you with a crazed look in his eyes, like he wanted to fill you with his knot as badly as you wanted to be filled.

Your too sweet alpha neighbor’s mouth—which was normally curved in a soft, friendly smile—was twisted with ferocious lust, and when he spoke, his voice was a rough growl like nothing you’d ever heard from Steve. 

“Invite me into your bed,” he rumbled, the order clear in his voice even if he didn’t use his alpha command. “Ask me to help you through your heat, tell me you want me here,” he went on through clenched teeth, an edge of desperation in his tone that called your heart—and your cunt. “Tell me you want me, omega.” His fingers gripped the doorframe tighter, and you heard the wood creak beneath his strength. 

Your pussy spasmed and your heart lurched when Steve called you by your designation, but it was when his scent hit you that you felt something inside your being shift and lock into place. Steve smelled like home—like safety and security and love. He smelled like a future of wrangling children together and making love together and sitting on a porch swing together and growing old together. 

In that moment, you knew what your instincts had known from the moment you met Steve—he was your mate. He was the one alpha in all the world who was meant for you, just as you were the omega meant for him. And once you knew that, it was the easiest thing in the world to part your lips and beg him to join you in your nest, in your bed, and help you through your heat.

“Please, Steve—please, mate, please help me,” you begged, your voice breathy with need and excitement, tears of joy shining in your eyes. 

Something shifted in Steve’s expression when you called him your mate. You watched as he took a deep breath, scenting you the way you had him. A riot of emotions swirled in those beautiful blue eyes of his—disbelief, acknowledgement, acceptance, satisfaction, pride. You saw the moment he realized what you’d only just discovered, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

“My omega, my mate,” Steve growled, finally letting go of the doorframe and launching himself at you.

Finally—finally—Steve was coming to you, closing the distance between you, and you’d never been happier in all your life. The alpha next door was your mate, and you hoped that meant he would be more than willing to knock you up and breed you like you needed.

Steve had woken from his fitful sleep to the sound of your sweet cries that morning, though they sounded much more desperate to his ears. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but you sounded less than satisfied with whatever toy you were using and Steve slid a hand down to his already hard cock, thinking you should’ve been riding him instead of some silicone dick.

He’d lazily stroked his cock, trying to restrain himself from coming all over his stomach, while listening to your increasingly desperate cries. Steve had fisted a hand in the sheets of his bed, hoping it would be enough to hold himself back from storming over to your cottage and taking your heat into his own hands. 

Then, Steve heard you cry out his name and something in him snapped. Before he even knew what he was doing, he’d thrown on some boxer briefs and stormed out of his bedroom, leaping down the stairs and throwing open the front door of his house so ferociously, he’d ripped it off some of the hinges. 

Not even caring that he was leaving his door open, Steve charged over to your cottage, taking a little bit more care with your front door when he broke the lock and pushed it open, flinging it closed behind him. He knew it was likely stuck closed thanks to the broken lock, but Steve only cared that it would prevent anyone else from getting into your home. He’d deal with getting out later. Much later.

Finally, Steve got to the doorway of your bedroom, your nest, and he’d stumbled to a stop at the sight that lay before him.

You were perched in the center of your big bed, a pillow wedged between your thighs, the knot of a toy barely visible while you humped futilely on the fake cock. Your delicate fingers groped your tits, squeezing your soft flesh and pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself—that thought making even more blood rush to Steve’s cock. Desperate whimpers and whines fell from your lips, more pleas to be knocked up and filled with pups, and they were nearly his undoing.

At the last second, Steve gripped the doorframe, holding himself back from pouncing on you, as he tried to remember why he shouldn’t be there. You were an unmated omega, in heat, and he hadn’t gotten permission to be in your nest, let alone help you through your heat. And you were too sweet for him…

God, you looked sweet, though. Sweet enough that Steve’s mouth watered with the thought of how slick you were, how good you would taste on his tongue. Even from the doorway, he could see the way your wetness had soaked the pillow between your thighs. He wanted to taste you, to scent you, he wanted you. 

Steve was seconds away from launching himself at you when your gaze finally landed on him. It was the delighted surprise in your eyes that urged him to ground out a desperate plea for consent to enter your room and help you through your heat. Blessedly, you seemed coherent enough to answer—but you didn’t only answer and beg for his help, you called him your mate.

That word struck a chord in Steve’s chest, his heart pounding even harder at the impossible prospect that you were his mate—that you were meant to be his. But he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of you and opening himself up to the possibility that you were his. 

You even smelled sweet, like the pink roses in your front garden—or, rather, the peace Steve felt when he came home to find you tending to your flowers. You smelled like the warmth of a gentle fire and the giddiness of butterfly kisses. You smelled like life, like the time unfurling before the two of you, years and decades spent with each other, making each other happy. 

It was as if Steve truly came alive for the first time when he scented you, and the last tether of the self-restraint holding him back from you snapped. 

“My omega, my mate,” he rumbled in a low purr, a voice he’d never even heard himself use before. But he didn’t have time to think about that too closely—he only knew he needed to get to you. 

As quickly as he could, Steve surged into your room, tearing off his boxer briefs—the only clothing he’d had the presence of mind to put on, and he was thankful for it, since it saved him the grief of a public indecency charge—in the few steps it took to get to your bed.

By the time Steve tackled you into the tangle of blankets and pillows, he was naked as the day he was born, his cock throbbing with need and brushing against swaths of your soft, bare skin, leaving his precum behind. The alpha cradled your body in his strong arms as he rolled you beneath him, his narrow hips slotting perfectly between your plush thighs, his hard length resting against your mound. 

But there was something in his way, something that shouldn’t be inside you and Steve couldn’t help but growl, “Get that fucking toy out of my cunt, ‘mega.” He softened the fury in his voice with light, fleeting kisses to your cheeks and temple and forehead, greedy to taste the sweetness of your skin.

“Yes, alpha,” you gasped, fumbling between your bodies to wrench the silicone dick from your tight hole. 

The sweet submission in your voice was too much for Steve—he had to taste it. Slanting his lips to yours, Steve kissed you for the first time, groaning into your mouth at the wondrous feeling of your mouth beneath his. You tasted better than you smelled, like radiant sunshine bursting on his tongue and casting a golden glow over his entire body. 

Deepening the kiss, Steve plundered your mouth, stroking his tongue against yours and nipping at your lips until you were gasping and panting beneath him. Your entire body trembled with unslaked need, your fingers clinging to his bulging biceps as you cried out for him, all of which stroked Steve’s alpha ego so much, his cock twitched and leaked against your belly.

“Please, Steve—daddy—alpha—I need you inside me,” you wailed in a broken voice and Steve’s instincts took over.

He shifted his hips back, the tip of his cock finding your slick hole and he pushed forward, sinking his hard length into your cunt with one thrust. Steve’s entire world realigned, his heart stuttering in his chest at the feeling of your tight heat consuming him, overwhelming him. An animalistic groan left his lips, and he buried the sound in your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried not to come immediately.

With Steve’s cock finally buried inside you, he felt your body relax beneath him, your moan of pleasure dissolving into a sigh of relief. Steve’s hindbrain felt a deep satisfaction at the way you melted in his arms, your submission to him apparent in the loosening of your muscles. Finding your lips again, Steve kissed you sweetly, cherishing the moment of calm before your heat urged the two of you to move.

“Thank you, alpha,” you whispered, your voice soft and blissful and the most content Steve had heard it since your heat began in earnest the day before. “The toys weren’t working.” You pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek on your way to burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing so deeply he could hear your inhale, making his cock twitch in the depths of your pussy. 

Then, your words pierced through the haze of pleasure in Steve’s mind and he purred, smiling into your neck when you relaxed further beneath him, responding to him.

“You needed your mate, didn’t you, baby?” Steve cooed, lavishing your neck with kisses until you were whining and squirming beneath him. “Needed your daddy to pound your needy little cunt like only your alpha could, huh?” He started rolling his hips in tight circles, grinding into your cunt, his knot rubbing your clit in a way that had you clenching deliciously around him. “Needed me to pump your sweet little womb full of come, huh, needed me to give you a pup?” 

As soon as the heated words fell from Steve’s lips, he wished he could take them back. He’d heard you beg him to breed you, but that was when you were riding a silicone alpha dick, not when you were seconds away from taking Steve’s knot. 

Mentally, Steve chastised himself for letting his mouth run away from him so soon. He’d barely gotten his cock in you and he was already talking about knocking you up. He didn’t want you to think he was that kind of alpha, one that only wanted an omega to pump out babies for him—even though the thought did make Steve rock hard.

“Sorry, ‘mega,” Steve mumbled, shifting his arms beneath your body so he could cradle your head in one hand, holding you still while he rocked his hips into yours, kissing your cheek and jaw and neck and anywhere he could reach. 

“Sorry for what?” you asked on a gasp, hooking your legs around Steve’s sides and clinging to him so you could grind on his thick cock. 

Thankfully, you didn’t seem turned off or scared by Steve’s breeding talk. If anything, the way you arched your spine and shoved your cunt down on his dick made him think you liked it. But surely that couldn’t be true.

“Didn’t mean to mention pups so soon,” Steve said gruffly, hiding his face in your neck so you wouldn’t see the blush that he knew was turning his cheeks pink. 

“Oh god,” you moaned, your cunt squeezing Steve’s cock as your body writhed beneath his. “Wanna give you so many pups, alpha,” you cried, humping up from beneath Steve’s big body, riding his cock harder than you’d been riding your toy when he’d walked in. 

Steve went cross-eyed at the assault on his senses. Between the perfect heat of your slick pussy gripping his cock, teasing his knot every time you rocked against him, and the sound of your sweet voice confessing you wanted him to knock you up, Steve’s body shuddered with the effort it took not slam his knot home and flood your womb with his seed to give you exactly what you wanted.

“You like that idea, huh?” Steve rumbled, hungry passion and desire coursing through his body and urging him to move faster, to fuck you harder. He pulled out of your fluttering pussy and slammed back inside, relishing the desperate cry that left your lips and the way your fingers dug into the muscles of his arms. “You like it when your alpha tells you how much he wants to breed you?” 

Despite his best efforts, Steve could hear the thread of insecurity in his question, and he wasn’t surprised when you cupped his face and moved his head up so you could look into his eyes. What he didn’t expect was the sheer amount of pleasure and desire in your hazy gaze, or the mixture of sweetness and depravity in the little smirk you gave him.

“I do, daddy,” you said, your voice breathy but no less firm in your resolve. “I want to hear everything you’ve thought about doing to your little omega—want you to breed me, alpha.” 

Everything else in the world melted away as Steve focused on you—his omega, his mate—and the fact that he was going to try his damndest to give you what you wanted. After all, that was his duty as your alpha. You were his to take care of, to provide for, to protect, to cherish—to fuck and to knot. 

You were his to love—you were his to breed. And Steve planned on loving you and breeding you plenty.

You’d never felt anything so good as Steve sinking his thick alpha cock into your weeping cunt, and you nearly sobbed in relief as the edge of aching, burning need finally abated. This was what you needed—not a toy or any alpha’s cock, but your mate’s. Your body and omega instincts had known something was wrong, and it had taken a slip of your tongue to fix it. 

Even if it had been an accident to cry out Steve’s name, you couldn’t feel embarrassed about it, not when you finally felt something like satisfaction. The need of your heat still burned bright beneath your skin, but for a moment, you could revel in the feeling of being so intimately connected to your mate, your Steve—the alpha next door. 

The words of thanks had slipped past your lips before you could stop them, and you loved the teasing way he responded. But then you felt a shift in Steve. He’d seemed to feel guilty for mentioning pups, but even his apology turned you on, making your arousal burn hotter. Your body had been unable to still when you needed him so badly—needed to give him pups, needed to grow round with his child and know that he had claimed you in the most primal way possible. 

Your brain had short-circuited when Steve had said he wanted to breed you, but you’d still heard the anxiousness in his tone and you’d guided his head up so you could look at him. The uncertainty and guilt in Steve’s beautiful blue eyes nearly broke your heart. He was too sweet for words, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with even the words he said in the heat of the moment. 

Between one breath and the next, you fell in love with Steve Rogers. He wasn’t simply the alpha next door, he was your mate, and he was yours. A fierce possessiveness filled your chest as you smirked up at your alpha, determining to show him exactly how much you wanted everything he’d said.

“Want you to breed me, alpha,” you begged on a moan, your hips rising up off the bed to meet the brutal thrusts of your mate. “Fill me up with your pups, daddy, please, I need it!” You held Steve’s gaze, letting him see the pleasure on your face, hear the genuineness of your words. 

You saw the moment Steve’s insecurity and guilt melted into desire and determination. His blue eyes darkened and his face twisted into a mask of sinful resolve. He looked like a fallen god, with his golden hair and tanned skin, framed perfectly in the little bit of morning light filtering in through the skylight above your bed. Your pussy clenched around his cock, fluttering as he thrust inside you, teasing your hole with his knot.

“Don’t worry, ‘mega,” Steve rumbled, ducking down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that left you gasping for breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes. “We’re making a baby today.”

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, spreading your legs wider in an effort to let Steve fuck you deeper. He grinned, shifting his hands to your thighs and pushing them up against your chest, folding you in half and pounding you into the bed. 

“Gonna fill up your perfect cunt with all the seed in my balls, and if it doesn’t take today, ‘m gonna fill you up until you’re overflowing with my come—until your belly’s bulging with it,” Steve growled, rutting into you with a ferociousness you never would’ve expected from your sweet alpha neighbor. But Steve’s sweetness was never far from the surface, and he proved it by lowering his voice to a deep rumble that you felt in your belly, asking, “Mm, ’s that what you want, baby, want daddy to give you a pup?”

You were pinned beneath Steve, his cock fucking you so hard, your room was filing with the wet squelching sounds of your soaking cunt and the sharp rhythm of your alpha’s thighs slapping against your own. But still, it was his words that seemed to have the most effect on you, turning you into a writhing, needy creature who’d only be satisfied when Steve emptied his balls deep in your cunt. 

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, your fingers clinging to Steve’s shoulders, digging into his warm, golden skin while he fucked you into oblivion. “Want you to knock me up, wanna give you a pup, wanna grow big and round with your child and feed you both from my milky tits,” you babbled, throwing your head back and screaming when Steve’s cock hit against your cervix, pleasure and pain swirling like an inferno in your body. “Please, daddy, god, I need it, I need it—knot me, breed, me, Steve, please!” 

“Baby,” Steve groaned, capturing your lips in another kiss while he rutted into you faster and harder, his knot pressing against your tight hole with every thrust and teasing you with the stretch of it. “You’re gonna get a pup, alright,” he growled when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re gonna pop out a kid for me and then I’m gonna fill you right back up.” Steve moaned, his body shuddering and you knew he was close. “Wanna watch you bounce on my cock with your belly ripe and swollen with my pups, your tits heavy with milk—the prettiest mommy and mate an alpha could ask for.” 

“Steve,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close, kissing him and thrusting your hips up to meet his. “Please, make me a mommy, alpha—wanna be a mommy, please, daddy, daddy, please!” Then your lips were too preoccupied with Steve’s, kissing him messily in between desperate moans while he fucked you hard and fast. 

Finally, Steve pulled back and thrust forward with so much power, his knot pushed inside your tight cunt and you screamed in pleasure, the feeling of his thick bulge stretching your tight hole sending you over the edge into the most earth-shattering release you’d felt in your life. It was a transcendental experience, coming on your mate’s cock, your alpha surrounding you and filling you up in every way possible.

As your body squeezed Steve’s cock, he groaned loudly in your ear, burying his face in your neck while his hips stuttered against yours, trying to fuck you with his knot but unable to move because your bodies were locked so tightly together. Then, with a moan of, “my mate,” you felt the moment Steve began to come. His cock twitched deep inside your cunt, a warmth filling you as he shot rope after rope of come against your cervix, filling your womb.

For a long time, the two of you stayed locked together, riding out your releases in each other’s embrace. Giggles and moans filled the room, each of you kissing the other wherever you could reach while you basked in your pleasure together. You breathed in the scent of Steve, your lips dragging up and down the column of his throat while he kissed your neck and shoulder and just beneath your ear, making you shiver. 

Eventually, when the squeezing of your cunt was reduced to a flutter and your body had milked every last drop of seed from Steve’s cock, the two of you settled. Your heat had abated for the moment. Though need still burned low in the core of your body, reminding you it wasn’t over just yet. 

But you had a bit of a respite, and you took the time to revel in you newfound mate. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek, which was flushed pink with pleasure.

You felt Steve’s smile against your skin and then he was rising up so you could see the full blush that tinged your alpha’s cheeks. He looked so sweet and ruined, his blond hair a mess, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction, a deeply smug smile on his plump lips. 

“Feeling better, ‘mega?” he asked, though there was so much male satisfaction in his tone, you were certain he already knew the answer. 

Still, you liked seeing this side of Steve. Typically you didn’t like cocky alphas, but Steve looked so hot when he was confident, your pussy fluttered around his knot at the sight of his smirk.

“I am, daddy,” you said softly, smiling up at your alpha, enjoying the way his smirk deepened as you confirmed what he knew. You couldn’t help but stroke his ego a little more. “Now that you’re here to take care of me.”

Steve’s eyes softened and he pressed a heated kiss to your lips. “Good,” he said when he pulled away. Then his arms were wrapping around you and he rolled onto his back, dragging you with him until you were splayed across his broad chest, your bodies still locked together by his knot. 

It would deflate soon enough, but you reveled in the feeling while it lasted, snuggling into Steve’s arms. Sleep called to you, but Steve was still moving and you when you opened your eyes, you found him reaching for your stash of provisions on your bedside table.

“Gotta eat and hydrate, baby,” Steve murmured as he unwrapped a protein bar and began feeding it to you. Even though you were exhausted, you knew he was right and you let him feed you, only sitting up when it was time to gulp down some of the sports drink he offered you. “Good girl, ‘mega, doing so well for your alpha,” Steve said, praising you while you ate and drank.

When you were done, Steve tossed the empty wrappers and bottles back onto your bedside table and relaxed into the many pillows on your bed. You settled down on his chest, your body sated in every way possible, muscles going loose when your alpha began to purr. 

“Thank you, alpha,” you mumbled, the urge to sleep more insistent since you were fed. Steve’s hands smoothed down your back, tracing your spine lightly with his fingertips in a way that made you melt even further into him. 

“Don’t need to thank me,” he grumbled, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “You’re my mate, ‘m gonna do everything I can to take care of you—and our kids.” He added the last bit like it was an afterthought, but you knew Steve meant it, and your heart warmed at his protectiveness. 

You smiled into Steve’s warm skin, nuzzling into his neck beneath his jaw, breathing in the scent of him—the scent of home—but his words made you remember something you should tell him. 

“Steve, ‘m on birth control,” you murmured sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss to the thick column of his neck. “Thought you should know.” You snorted a little, laughing at yourself for the silliness of your last statement, even though it was true.

The rumble of Steve’s purr changed as he chuckled, his strong arms tightening around your waist for a moment before he grabbed a blanket and pulled it up over your cooling bodies. “Figured, ‘mega,” he rumbled, his voice so warm, you could hear his smile. “Doesn’t mean ‘m gonna stop picturing you round with my pup, even if it’s a while before that happens.”

“Mm,” you hummed in acknowledgment, then pouted as you processed his words. “As long as it’s not a long while,” you muttered, hardly listening to what you were saying because you were so close to sleep.

Steve chuckled again, his hands squeezing you lightly. “It’ll be as long or as short as you want, baby,” he assured you in a gruff voice that was thick with just as much tiredness as yours. “I’d give you a pup today if I could.” 

You smiled, your heart filling with emotion, and pressed your lips to your alpha’s neck. You might’ve been exhausted, but it didn’t stop you from murmuring the words your heart urged you to say, “I love you, Steve.” 

Steve’s purr deepened, and he held you close, no hesitation in his voice when he said, “I love you, too.” Your alpha brushed a kiss to your cheek and smacked your ass very lightly. “Now rest, omega, we still have to get through the rest of your heat.”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe and protected and satisfied in the arms of your mate, your bodies still locked together by Steve’s knot. You never would’ve expected anything to come of your crush on your neighbor—and you never would’ve expected he’d be a perfect fit for your desires, let alone your mate. 

But, you knew the two of you were going to live a happy life together—and you couldn’t wait to spend every moment of it with the alpha next door.