#alpha!Curtis Everett x omega!Reader

[holylulusworld]

Dirt & Silk (1)

Summary: Fate has chosen you.

Pairing: Alpha!Curtis Everett x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, Curtis being a douche for a moment, lies, mating rituals, mentions of characters' death, arguments, a slap or more, a/b/o

“All for an omega! We lost three of our pack, Curtis. This is insanity!” One of the members of the pack attacking your pack curses. “We shouldn’t have taken her! The alpha of their pack won’t give up on her!”

“She has been chosen, and he wanted me to fight for her!” Curtis yells at the man. “I didn’t want her, Edgar! Gilliam said it must be her! I wish it was her lying dead with our enemies.”

“Curtis!” You recognize Gillaim’s voice. He’s one of the few alphas you respect and trust. “Rules must be followed. It’s our way to claim and mate an omega. We must steal her from her pack and fight for her.”

“Maybe we should leave the past behind and turn toward the future,” Edgar complains. “We lost three of our pack. Strong alphas, and good men.”

“Edgar, you are still young,” Gilliam cups the younger man’s face with one hand. “You need to learn your place and to respect our rules and traditions. We fight for the right to mate an omega for more than an heir.”

“I don’t understand,” Edgar argues. “If it’s not the have wet cunt – what are we fighting for?”

“Honor, pride, strength,” Curtis steps in front of Gilliam to shield his mentor from Edgar’s wrath.

“It’s called natural selection, son,” Gilliam’s features soften. “The alphas we lost last night were the weakest. We had to sacrifice them to strengthen the pack. Wilford’s pack lost more men. None of the survivors complained. They respect our traditions.”

“I won’t do this to have an omega!” Edgar raises his voice. “NEVER!”

“Wilford and I agreed on an armistice thirty years ago. During our ruts, we attacked other packs to mate with their omegas. Innocent lives were taken, and omegas dishonored. Our way makes sure that an alpha and an omega can find each other.”

“Curtis! How could you agree to do this? We lost so many friends!” Edgar growls at Curtis. “HOW??”

“I never wanted that omega! She was chosen for me, Edgar! I wish she fell instead of our friends,” Curtis growls at his friend. His eyes are wild when they land on you.

“Well then, I should go back to my pack,” you dip your head and bare your teeth. “Maybe the next alpha will respect me, and our traditions.”

You storm off, dropping the cozy blanket he wrapped you in not hours ago to the ground.

“She can’t do this…right?” Curtis looks at Gilliam for guidance like so many times before. “Gilliam?”

“An omega has the right to reject a mate if they don’t fulfill their desires and wishes, Curtis. If you do not persuade her to come back, she’s lost for you.”

Gilliam watches his protégé chase after you. He smirks and chuckles as you run faster to shake off your pursuer. “Edgar, I think Curtis found his match.”

“Stop!” Curtis huffs as you walk even faster. “Omega. I said stop!” He tackles you to the ground. Curtis growls as you wiggle in his grip.

“Get off me! I don’t need an alpha, and I’m happy not being mated. If every alpha is like you, I don’t want a mate,” you snarl and growl as Curtis tries to pin you to the ground.

“You’ll change your mind,” he pants on top of you. “I’ll change your mind.” Curtis’s eyes drop to your heaving chest. “I’m gonna make you mine.”

“No, thank you,” you grasp for his beanie, making the alpha growl. “I don’t think I’ll change my mind.”

“I will make you mine,” he threatens, voice low and raspy. “You will beg me to sink my teeth in your neck when I’m inside of you. Your body and mind will belong only to me.”

Curtis furrows his brows. You don’t look scared, or submissive.  All you do is smirk at him. “I’d like to see you try. Before I let you sink your teeth in my neck I’ll rip your throat out.”

His cock twitches at your threat. You can feel his growing erection pressing against your exposed thigh. The thin nightgown does little to cover your modesty. “I will tame you like the wild beast you are.”

Curtis pants heavily as he stares down at you with glowing eyes. He leans closer to steal a kiss, but he doesn’t get the chance to touch your lips. You snap your teeth at him and growl his name.

“A man who wishes I fell instead of the men knowing about the consequences of our rules will never be good enough to become my mate. You want an omega, earn her trust and submission.”

He growls as you wrap your legs around his waistline and use the tactic your mentor taught you to defeat a stronger opponent. You easily flip him over, ending on top of Curts.

“OMEGA!” He growls when you straddle his lap. You glare down at him before you slap his face a few times. “I’m warning you.” He grabs your hips.

“No, I’m warning you,” you slap his face again, earning a deep growl from the alpha. “I allowed you to capture me. I let you scent me to make sure you won’t lose too many alphas. Wilford is an unforgiving opponent and loves to shed blood that isn’t his own. Just like your mentor Gilliam!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He questions while moving his hands under your nightie. “Tell me!”

“They want to make sure there are always more omegas than alphas. The rules, the chase. All of it is only to reduce the number of alphas in your pack. Did you see some of theirs fall?”

“What? No…I mean…Gilliam said your pack lost alphas too,” Curtis watches you cup his face to inspect the angry handprint you left.

“Did you see your fallen alphas?” You lean over him to whisper in his ear so no one can spy on you. “Curtis, did you see them?”

“Gilliam didn’t want us to see them,” he whispers. “Why?”

“I saw two of them. Curtis, they had shot wounds.” He stiffens underneath you. “And stab wounds. Weapons are forbidden during the mating cycle. Our pack is breaking the rules, and Gilliam knows it.”

“The things I said…I was angry, and Edgar riled me up. I didn’t mean it that way. You don’t have to tell me lies about Gilliam,” he snarls as you bury your face in his neck.

“I’m not lying, Curtis. If you don’t believe me,” you nip at his neck, “tell Gilliam you want to see your fallen friends. You’ll see he will come up with an excuse. If you know the truth, you can come back to me.”

You push off him, leaving Curtis in the dirt as he stares up at you. “Y/N,” he says your name for the first time, “wait. Please…”

“I’ll be waiting at your cabin,” you dip your head and give him a sad smile. “I cannot return to my pack. I’m stuck with you. Whether we like it or not.”

Curtis paces the room. He lied to Gilliam and told him that he needed his advice on how to approach you. Now he tries to find the guts to ask Gilliam about the fallen alphas.

 “Gilliam, I want to honor the fallen ones. They helped me get my omega.” Curtis tries to keep his voice even.

“Son, you shouldn’t,” Gilliam fakes a quick smile. “They know you are thankful. Please don’t do this to yourself. Your fellow pack members honored our tradition.”

“What if I want to pay them respect? I should, right?” Curtis presses on. He doesn’t like the way Gilliam’s cheek twitched for a second.

“Please remember them as they were.” Gilliam places his hand on Curtis’ shoulder. “Go to your omega now. Make her happy. For your fallen friends.”

“What are we doing here?” Curtis grunts. “How’d you even get the keys?”

“You wanted to know the truth,” you open the door, and step inside the dark room. “Here it is, Curtis.” You turn your flashlight on. “Your fallen friends are right there. But remember…” you look at Curtis, “There is no turning back if you cross that line.”

Curtis follows you inside the room on unsteady legs. He inhales sharply when you drag the cloth off one of his fallen friends.

“See,” you point at the shot wound on the man’s chest. “A shot wound. All of them got shot or stabbed.”

“They are breaking the rules,” he whispers. His heart clenches in his chest. “Gilliam knows. He didn’t want me to see them. He knows…”

“Of course, he knows. What did you expect?”

“Not…this,” Curtis growls.

“What do we do now?” You ask as you watch Curtis cover his dead friend with the cloth. “Curtis?”

“I need to…I don’t know. We should…” He shakes his head. “If I tell the others about this, they won’t believe me. Gilliam is our alpha.”

“Well, maybe you should become alpha prime…”

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Alphas & Algorithms - Pool Days

Summary: Just a post-series moment that I've never fully been able to stop thinking about.

A/N: Reader is tall. No other physical descriptors used. Original series used "Y/N" but I'm changing that for this story.

Warnings: Pregnancy. Please let me know if I missed any.

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The community center pool had become your favorite place since you started feeling the weight of the pregnancy. And given that you were carrying twins, you felt that weight early. Curtis had no experience with swimming but given how important the pool was becoming for you, he asked you and Jake to help him learn.

Twins, you think to yourself while Jake helps Curtis practice his floating. You're still not sure if it's the fact that you and Curtis ended up marking each other or if it was the courting beforehand, or maybe even a fluke. But you're the first Omega under the Algorithm's rule to have twins.

The Algorithm decided more data was needed and now you were even more hated by the other Omegas in your tower. You disrupted their status quo. Their fun. Again. Other towers were the control group while you and yours were now the experimental group. Colin hated having to actually get to know potential mates. Suzanne dreaded the prospect of being marked. Though Peggy did send you a small gift since there was no more forced matings for her.

You're distracted by a splashing of water and Curtis moving towards you. "Can't relax enough to float when I can feel the stress in your mind."

"Overthinking's always been a problem for Sweetie," Jake adds. "Though I'll be the first to admit, it's died down a lot with your help, Curt."

Curtis holds you close, his nose rubbing along the scar on your mating gland while his hand gently rubs your belly. You feel his trust, respect, even some pride, through the bond. You'll never deny he's been caring and attentive, even before your pregnancy was confirmed. He is very much a good mate, and you return those emotions to him.

As you calm, one of the pups decides to kick for the first time. You and Curtis both gasp in shock, waiting to see if it'll happen again.

"What's wrong?" Jake is immediately on the alert, waiting to be told to do something to help.

You feel another kick and you smile. "They're kicking," you whisper. You turn to Curtis with a smile and say it louder, "they're kicking." Curtis nods, his own smile forming with love in his eyes. You gesture to Jake to come feel for himself.

With all three of you feeling the pups kick and move, for the first time in your life, you feel like part of a pack. Like you'll never have to go through anything alone.

And part of you knows, you'll never let the Algorithm take your pups away from you.

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The chime above the door drew three sets of eyes from the back of the bakery, each alpha tasked with a different job for the morning rush. And all three had departed their job to gaze at the early morning customers seeking coffee and something freshly baked, yet each customer they’d seen hadn’t been who they were hoping for.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Curtis snarked at the other alphas in passing, denying the chance to man the register as his mood grew fouler.

“I’m leaving,” Hal raised his hands in defence, cocking his eyebrow toward Bucky as he busied himself drawing inappropriate messages on cupcakes with icing, “maybe dirty boy-”

The chime signalled again when the door was open, and with the newest arrivals had come silence among the alphas. All four had whipped their heads around to gaze at the omegas they’d become increasingly drawn to over the past few weeks, both of which had been oblivious.

“Mine!” Bucky threw himself over the counter, launching himself into the path of Curtis, diving toward the register with adolescent eagerness.

“Fucker.” Curtis hissed and his glare became poisonous as Bucky came skidding to a stop at the register, first helping some beta before the two omegas.

“How can two omegas be so cute,” Hal sighed, resting his chin in his hand and his elbow on the table, “and so damn oblivious?”

“Bucky eyefucks the two little darlings every morning they come in.” Ari leaned back and watched through the opening between the back room and the front, eyeing Steve as he flushed heavily and sputtered.

“Jealous, Levinson?” Hal proposes the strong emotion, raising an eyebrow when Ari shrugs nonchalantly.

“I’m just stipulating. The last time Bucky pushed Steve too far he almost went into an asthma attack.”

“Yeah,” Curtis leaned against the fridge door, propping one foot against the metal, “and other little omega nearly tore his head off.”

“Fucking hot,” Bucky stepped into the back room for the omegas favourites, a fresh batch, and drew subtle attention to his hard-on, “I’d let myself be torn to shreds by her and still pitch-”

“Bucky’s fantasizing about throwing both on the counter and fucking them at the same time.” Curtis surmised and received no denial in exchange.

“Unsanitary,” Hal swiped his keys from the desk and tucked them into his pocket before he nodded his head toward the front, “think you could handle both of them?”

“Fuck or be fucked,” Bucky licked his bottom lip and whined softly, “and have the other spread like a prize ripe for the taking.”

“You gotta break through their shell first, Barnes.” Ari pushed himself to stand, whistling low as he grabbed another favourite from the counter, “and maybe don’t scare the poor boy into an asthma attack.”

“Where are you going?” Curtis called after Ari, watching him walk to the front.

“Think he’s gonna teach Bucky a lesson in courting.” Hal’s lips twitched, a smirk playing on his face. “Pay attention, Bucky. You’re about to be schooled.”

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This is so heartbreaking, but Curtis is going to be the best alpha for this omega. ❤️

Still Life 1

Pairing: Alpha Curtis Everett x Omega Female Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Summary: Curtis has been volunteering as a foster alpha for three years now. He's never seen a case this bad...

Warnings: Angst (with an eventual happy ending), past abuse (not Curtis), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, physical scarring, extreme sexism, adult themes, explicit language, All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by me this time!

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A/N: Well, this is for all of you who thought you'd seen the worst angst I could possibly do. Sorry for how much this one's gonna hurt!

Big thanks to @paperweight91 and @bigtreefest who both read so much of this and helped with structuring and world-building. And huge thanks to everyone who showed so much enthusiasm for this idea. I'm so excited to share this story with you!

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!

As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

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It took a moment for Curtis to pull himself out of sleep enough to realize the incessant noise was his phone vibrating loudly on his nightstand. It took another moment for him to pull himself together enough to answer it. “Hello?” he croaked.

“Morning, Curtis,” a harried voice came through from the other end. “This is Yona from the Omega Welfare Center. I'm so sorry to call so early, but we've had kind of a crazy night here and we're in need of several emergency placements.”

That had him waking up. “What happened?” he asked, seriously, sitting up in bed.

She sighed, all of her exhaustion coming through. “A traditionalist compound a couple hours away got raided by the feds and ATF. They prepared for some omegas, but… There were a lot more. Kids too. It’s been all hands on deck at all five omega centers in the state. We’re over capacity, so we’re just trying to place anyone we can immediately.”

“Shit,” Curtis mumbled to himself. Traditionalist communities popped up on the news every once in a while, populated mostly by alphas on a power trip. But this one sounded bigger than most. He looked at his clock. It was just past five. “I’ve got room for one,” he said. “And I can be there in an hour.”

“Thank you, Curtis. I’ll see you soon.”

Fifty-five minutes later, Curtis was checking in at the center, his second coffee clutched in one hand. He’d been volunteering there as a foster Alpha for about three years. Mostly short-term placements. His longest one was just over a month. He provided safe touch, grounding, and a sense of security to omegas who needed to get back on their feet. He’d help them through heats when necessary, never knotting them, but whatever else they might need. Often, it was just his scent. It made him feel good, to be able to help these omegas, offer a positive alpha experience to omegas who hadn’t had many.

He’d worked with a few different case workers during his time. Yona had been the main one for the past year. He’d never heard her sound like she had that morning.

Even just at the front desk, he could sense how much more chaotic it was here than usual. He could hear babies screaming beyond the office door, endless anxious chatter. The entire building reeked of omegas in distress. It made his nose itch and his skin crawl.

After a few minutes of waiting, Yona came and got him. “How bad is it?” he asked the omega as she hurriedly led him down the hall. 

She showed him into a small meeting room as she answered, “Really, really bad. I’ve never seen anything like it. None of them are talking, but from what we can gather, most of them have spent their entire lives in the compound. No IDs, no papers. Figuring out who they are has been nearly impossible.  And as terrible as it may have been, their whole world was ripped apart in the last twenty-four hours. No one feels like cooperating. We hope you might have better luck as an alpha.”

“You think they'll talk to me?” 

She shakes her head. “Just the Omega we're placing with you. They've all been taught never to trust outsiders, but they've also been raised to see Alphas as the ultimate authority. So, it's worth a shot.”

He nodded, slowly. “What do you need?”

“Just basic identifying information for now. So we can see if she even exists in any sort of governmental system. Then we can go from there.”

“If you don’t have any information, what makes you think I’ll be a good fit for her?”

“Honestly,” Yona said, with a helpless shrug, “you only have room for one and she doesn’t have any pups. That’s it. Listen, I know this isn’t how we normally do things and I’m so sorry I’m just throwing you into it without any preparation, but we’re really desperate here. They’re all high needs, high risk. There’s no existing support network for them, and there are more of them than we have room for. So we called all of our most experienced, most dependable alphas first thing this morning so we can focus on the ones we have room to house here. I know it isn’t fair to you but–”

“Hey,” Curtis interrupted. “It’s ok, I understand. I’ll take care of her. I promise.”

“Thank you,” she breathed out, a small fraction of the tension she’d been holding bleeding out of her shoulders. “Ok, I’m gonna go bring her in.” 

She slipped through the door and Curtis leaned against the table in the center of the room as he waited. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on putting together a to-do list. He had two sets of nesting supplies always ready, one with his scent and one without. In the next few days, he’d try to figure out if there was anything else this omega wanted for the nest. He’d gone grocery shopping the day before, so his pantry was stocked, but he’d see if there were any favorite comfort foods he could grab in his next shop. He needed to rearrange his work schedule, push back some deadlines so he’d have time to get the omega settled. He had no idea what they’d be bringing with them, so a shopping trip for toiletries and clothes would probably be necessary. Depending on the omega's state, maybe he'd be able to get the shopping done on the way back to his house. He glanced at the time on his phone. Shit. Depending on what was open.

At movement right outside the door, he stood at attention. Yona came back in with you right behind her. He took a good look at you. You wore a rumpled long-sleeved floral dress that went down to your ankles. It was faded like it’d been washed too many times. Your eyes were fixed on the tennis shoes you wore, which had probably been white at one point, but now were discolored and looked like they didn’t fit quite right. 

There was a little hand-written number ten pinned to your dress. He wanted to raise a judgemental brow at Yona, but if none of you would say your names, he supposed Yona and her team had to come up with some way to keep track of you all.

He had to stifle a gasp when his eyes landed on your neck. There was a large bite scar over your mating gland. Unlike the neat and pretty, well-healed ones he was used to seeing, yours was deep and jagged, red and white, scar tissue bubbling up where your flesh had clearly been torn. This didn’t look like a mating bite. It was the sort of bite meant to inflict pain. What sort of alpha had you had??

Your eyes stayed on the floor, your expression blank but your scent said so much – panic, sadness, terror, relief all jumbled together. He wanted to reach out and touch you, his alpha instincts were going haywire, but he kept his hands to himself. 

“This is Curtis,” Yona said to you. “He's the alpha who's going to look after you until we can get all this sorted.”

You didn’t react at all, just stood there, stiff as a board with your eyes on your shoes.

He stayed where he was, conscious of giving you space. “It’s very nice to meet you,” he said, as gently as he could. Then, with a glance to Yona, “Can you tell me your name?”

Your face scrunched up and the fear in your scent spiked but you didn’t say anything. He sighed. Shit. He really didn’t want to have to use an alpha command with you right now. That could be disastrous for any dynamic he tried to build with you. But they needed this information. He really, really hoped you wouldn’t make him force you.

“Omega, what’s your name?” he asked as firmly as he could, hopefully without scaring you. “I need to know.”

You closed your eyes tightly and he thought he saw the smallest little head shake. There was another moment of silence and he looked at Yona nervously. But then, you said it. So quietly he almost didn’t catch it. But you said it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yona frantically scribbling it down, but his focus was completely on you.

He tried to keep his sigh of relief to himself. “That was so good. Thank you. You’re doing so well,” he said, keeping the praise soft, hoping you could scent how pleased he was with you. “When were you born?”

You gave up your birthday a little more easily, but you left off the year. 

“That’s great. Thank you. Do you know how old you are?” he asked, maintaining his gentle tone, knowing it was possible that you didn’t.

For whatever reason, it was that that finally got a reaction out of you. You looked up at him, so he could finally see your eyes, and snarled, “I’m not stupid!”

There was a beat when no one did anything. Curtis and Yona just stared at you in shock. The snarl was frozen on your face until it suddenly disappeared and your eyes got wide. Before he was able to process any of what was happening, you’d dropped down onto your knees. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m sorry, Alpha. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Alpha, I’m sorry.” You just keep repeating that in a constant stream, your head tucked to your chest.

Repeatedly mixed into that jumble was a number. It took Curtis a few moments to realize it was your age. You were answering his question. He quietly repeated it to Yona, then dropped down to his knees as well so he could be closer to your level. “Hey, hey. You’re okay. You’re alright. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re right. You aren’t stupid. I can already tell how smart you are. It’s okay. I’m not mad.” He wanted to reach out and touch you, wrap you in his arms, even, comfort you however he could. But he was too afraid that that’d make you panic even more. That was a boundary he couldn’t cross. Not yet. He stayed down there, whispering reassurances to you for as long as it took for you to stop apologizing, and a few extra minutes for your breathing to calm down. Once you seemed like you were back in the present moment, he moved to a crouch. “Think you can stand up for me, honey?”

You nodded, but you were back to keeping your eyes downcast. “Yes, Alpha.”

He wanted to tell you that you didn’t need to call him ‘Alpha,’ that ‘Curtis’ was just fine. But that could wait until you were a little more comfortable. Once he had you home, maybe. He could already tell that picking his battles was going to be important.

“Thank you,” he said as he stood up to his full height, and you did as well. “You answered my questions so well. You gave me exactly what I needed.” He looked to Yona to see if there was anything else.

“Do you have any questions for me or Curtis?” she asked you.

You shook your head, emphatically, hunching your shoulders. The room filled with the scent of fear again.

“Okay… that’s fine,” Yona said, and he could tell how much she hated this. “Well,” she turned to Curtis, “I’ll go get the paperwork and then you two can get home. I’ll be right back,” she said to you, then left the room. 

This was happening too fast. In normal circumstances, you would have already been at the center for a few weeks, at least, with access to mental health professionals, life skill classes, and support groups. He’d be the last step before going back to the real world. You’d be ready to spend time with an alpha. Ready to work through processing positive physical attachments. Ready to learn how to share space with someone who wasn’t a threat to you. You’d be ready to slowly take steps into the world, with him there to support you.

You had backed yourself into the corner now. He could see the way every single muscle in your body was trying not to cower. You weren’t ready. You were nowhere near ready. But with all the resources for at-risk omegas pushed to their limit by this raid, what would happen to you if he didn’t take you? As insufficient as it might be, his help could be all you’d be able to get. This wasn’t how it should be, but he’d do everything he could for you.

Yona came back in and he watched her take you in, sighing at your state. He knew she was thinking the same things he was. “Ok,” she said, handing him the packet of forms to sign. “No changes since last time. You know the drill.”

He nodded as he grabbed them and sat down at the table, getting to work signing where he was supposed to. As he did, he felt your eyes on him as the scent of your apprehension filled the room.

Yona called your name. “Let’s go outside for a minute while Curtis finishes up.”

You both left quietly. This, too, was part of normal procedure. She was asking if you were sure you were comfortable leaving with him, telling you you had the option to say no, getting your verbal and written consent, and giving you cards with all the emergency numbers on them. He was afraid this situation might stretch the legal definition of informed consent. Based on everything he���d seen so far, he couldn’t picture a scenario where you’d say no. 

Nothing about this felt good, but everyone’s hands were tied. And he knew that he’d do everything he could to keep you as safe as possible.

A few minutes after he’d finished signing the last page, you and Yona came back in. A worn knapsack hung from your fingers. It was small, confirming Curtis’s suspicions that you didn’t have much in the way of clothes. Alright, that was priority number one.

Yona had a thin folder in her hand that she immediately passed to Curtis. “The regular information, along with her schedule of appointments for the next few weeks, both doctor and therapist. And the card for the agent in charge of the investigation into the compound, in case anything pertinent comes up.” Then she turned to you with a small box. “I’ve got a couple packets of suppressants for you. Do you want them or do you want Curtis to keep track of them for you?”

Your eyes cut to him suspiciously then flitted back to the floor. “Alpha,” you muttered.

“Okay,” Yona said, handing the box to Curtis as well. Then she clapped her hands together, her face set in grim determination. “I won’t keep you any longer then. I’ll see you both next week.”

On the way out of the center, Curtis was all too aware of the way you walked exactly three steps behind him, one step to the left. That wasn’t just old-fashioned, it was archaic. He’d never seen an omega do it in real life.

At his truck, you looked at the truckbed in a way that made him worried you might try to ride back there, so he opened the passenger door for you and waited for you to get in. He resisted the part of his alpha instincts that wanted to buckle you in. And after a gentle request, you did it yourself.

As the two of you hit the road, he reached over to turn the radio on. He tried to move slowly, but you still flinched. “Want some music?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t respond, so he found an oldies station and left the volume low. His plan for the day had shifted a bit. You definitely weren’t ready to go shopping. That was fine. There was nothing that couldn’t be delivered.

About five minutes into the drive, the strong scent of your tears filled the cab. He looked over at you. You were huddled against the door, as far away from him as you could get. Your face was pressed against the window, so all he could see was the back of your head. But he could hear your sniffles and he could smell your distress.

It took everything in him to not pull over right now and reach over to comfort you. Pull you into his arms. Rub soothing circles on your back. But he knew that would do more harm than good. His touch wouldn’t be welcome. Yet. You weren’t ready.

And god, he wasn’t either. He wasn’t ready for any of this. But damn it, he was going to try.

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That First Night: POC!Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers

Why You Calling Me Tonight (Part I): Ex!August Walker x POC!Reader Walter Marshall x POC!Reader

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me… (CH 2): Hunterverse AU, Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG" Ex Dean x Reader

Intoxicating. That's What You Are (Affinity Series): Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

Grand Theft Autumn (WIP): Ex! Ransom Drysdale x POC!Reader College!Eddie x POC!Reader

As all of my samples are 18+ material they can be fun under the cut. MDNI

Happy Feasting Heathens

"But there's people here all around us", he mumbles into my neck. With a light chuckle and a mischievous look in my eye, I tell him, "I know. That's the fun part. How long do you think you can last before you either A. Cum in your pants and all over my hand, B. Drag me to the first open room or bathroom you find or C. Want to leave so we can continue this at your place?"

"Challenge accepted baby". With a chaste kiss to my lips he places his hand on my hip and guides me to the wall until my back is pinned against it. His large frame pretty much hiding me from sight. I waste no time, running my hand over the ever growing tent in the front of his pants. He lets out a low groan. "Tsk, tsk there Captain. You better keep it quiet and look like we're just talking. Wouldn't want to get too much attention now would we?"

Right as I finish my question I slip my hand into his pants and wrap my fingers around his stiff length. I slowly start to play with his foreskin and begin to move my hand up and down his long, velvety soft shaft. Making sure to sweep my palm across the head every few strokes to gather up the precum leaking from the tip.

As I increase my speed, I begin to talk to him. "So, seen any good movies lately?" I giggle as he looks me in the eyes with a strained face and clenched jaw. Clearly trying desperately to stay quiet. I tighten my grip and he presses his pelvis into me. Pinning me harder against the wall, stopping my hand from moving any further.

"Ready to cum already? That was quick." He smiles, "More like, turnabout is fair play darlin."

Before I can even fully register what is happening his hand is down the front of my pants. His middle finger making small circles against my sensitive clit. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning. "Someone's playing dirty. This was supposed to be about you Steve."

To which he replies, "I just had to see you squirm for me". He sinks his middle finger in my dripping pussy, curves it and lightly strokes against my g-spot. "Now who's ready to take it someplace else?", he whispers against my ear and then pulls his hand out of my pants. Licking his finger clean, "Mmmm even sweeter than I imagined".

"If you want an even better taste we're certainly gonna have to find some place a little more private", I respond in a lust filled voice, pulling my hand out of his pants after one more slow and teasing stroke. He grabs my hand and heads down the hallway. Pushing his way through the line of people waiting for the bathroom. As we are about to pass the bathroom the door opens and he rushes us inside before the next person in line can even realize what is happening and locks the door.

He grabs me by the hips and lifts me up and onto the counter, not wasting any time. "I wanted to take it slow with you. Take you out first, but you've got me so worked up that I have to have you right now." He kisses me hard. Our tongues dancing a tango together as I wrap my legs around his waist and grind against the steel rod that's just begging to be released from the confines of his jeans. I moan into his mouth as I grab his hair, trying to get as close to him as possible.

We both come up for air, panting as we try to get our lungs to settle back down. "These leggings have got to go. Hold on to the counter and lift your ass up for me." I do as I'm told and he practically rips the pants, panties included, off of me.

He sinks down to his knees so that his face and my pussy are level with each other. He looks up at me with lust filled, hooded eyes and licks his lips. "What was that you were saying about a better taste?" Before I can even get a word out in response he licks a stripe up my folds to my swollen clit. Moaning into me, delighted with the sweetness flowing onto his tongue.

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“Still in touch with Lloyd I see.” I calmly state. “How’s Alice?”

“Wouldn’t know. I’ve been on a special assignment.” 

“Hm. How convenient.” I hum.

At this point Walter takes the phone from my hand, putting it on speaker and setting it on the arm of the couch.

“Such sass. I wasn't expecting that. You were always such a good girl for me. Happy to take whatever I gave you.” August taunts.

Walter slowly begins to peel my leggings, and panties down my legs. He then proceeds to maneuver my body so that I am on all fours, facing my phone on the arm of the couch. He leaves a trail of soft kisses along my inner thighs. Blowing on my hot weeping slit before teasing my clit with his tongue. 

I try to hold in my moans, but my strained voice, accompanied by Walters growls as he devours my pussy from behind, has August hanging up, and switching to a video call. 

“Go head baby, answer it,” Walt commands. He places a pillow under my hips to raise them higher. So that I can remain comfortable while he fucks me stupid. 

I prop the phone up, clicking accept on the call, and Augusts’ chiseled, mustache sporting face appears on the screen. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, Walter slides himself inside of me. I close my eyes, moaning out, as I enjoy the stretch his girth always provides on that first thrust.

“What the fuck is this?!” August growls, “I knew something was going on, but did you really answer my video call with another man inside you?”

I can’t seem to formulate any words, as Walter gets to work destroying my perfect little pussy. But that’s okay, he is in full control, and has no problem speaking. “She sure as fuck did. You must be, August. The asshole who fucked up and let this little vixen get away. I should really thank you for that.” He thrusts in nice, and deep, making me cry out once again.

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As you all come down from your highs and the men extract themselves with care from inside you, Curtis makes his way into he shower and over to your lax body. Ignoring his raging hard on, he scoops you up, kisses your forehead and proceeds to take you to the unoccupied side of the shower. He sets you down and begins to clean you up, taking extra care to gently cleanse your oversensitive skin. For such a rough and hardened man, he always seems to handle you with such tender care. 

He leans you against the wall, holding you up with one hand as he quickly cleans away the day from his skin, with the other. Sy and Walter, having gotten their bearings back, go through the motions of cleaning themselves up as well. Now clean and satiated, Curtis picks you back up and carries you to your massive bed. His hard dick rubbing against your hip, pinned against his stomach as he makes his way. There is no way you're about to leave him to handle getting rid of it himself. 

He places you in the center of the bed and turns to lay down to the right of you. As soon as he makes himself comfortable, you swing a leg over his thighs and pull yourself up to sit on his hips. He looks up at you with an arched brow. “Can I help you with something Dew drop?”  

“Mmhmm”. You slowly lift your hips, notching your slick core over his leaking head and inch yourself down his massive girth, giving a little swivel of your hips as they touch his pelvis. “Fuck sweetheart, you feel so good wrapped around me, two cocks weren't enough for you tonight huh?” 

You shake your head “Never enough. Couldn't leave my lumberjack unsatisfied now could I? Need to be full of all of you to be able to sleep peacefully.”

You ride him nice and slow, taking your time to bring you both up before you crash back down to the surface. He watches on with glazed over eyes full of lust and adoration. His roaming hands find they're a way to your collarbone, where calloused fingers gently wrap around the base of your throat. Pulling you down to his prone frame, he wraps a strong arm around your waist, holding you close as he takes control. Pistoning his hips, whispering filthy words laced with sweetness, until your velvety walls clamp around him in surrender and he coats them in his seed.

Body worn out and muscles relaxed, you lazily kiss as Sy and Walter, fresh from the shower, join you in bed. You lay your head on Curtis’ chest and melt into him, warming his cock as several sets of fingers dance along your spine, lulling you to sleep along with the steady thrum of the heartbeat beneath your ear. 

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You let out a sigh of contentment and look up at him. “You know I love all the pieces of you right? Even the feral ones. I quite like those parts actually.” You bite your lip thinking about how he absolutely destroys you when he’s in rut and you can't wait. “With that said, I’ll happily take your sweetness this morning. Just so long as I can make it to work on time.” You run your hands through the hairs on his nape, inciting a soft purr to emanate from his chest. 

“As much as I want to throw you back into bed and just take my time worshiping every inch of your delectable body; I know how much your work means to you. So that will have to wait until tonight. For now, I think I can settle for a taste before we both have to head back out into the world. What do you say, Doll? Can I feast upon the sweet honey that weeps from between your thighs? I’ll make it quick I promise. Just a taste and then I’ll help you finish getting ready for the day.” His hands have slipped under your shirt and are rubbing small circles into your back. 

“When you ask so sweetly, how could I possibly say no.”

A grins splits across his face and before you know it your back hits the mattress of your king sized bed and Bucky is pushing your legs apart resting your knees on his broad shoulders. He kisses your thighs. “This is the only place I wanted to be for the last 48 hours. Couldn't stop thinking about all the little noises you make for me when I eat you out. How you squirm when I hit the right spot with my tongue. Fuck . Just look at you Omega, so wet for me you're dripping onto the sheets already.” He swipes his tongue up along your folds from entrance to clit, eliciting a moan from you. You’re always super sensitive in the morning and you haven't even touched yourself in the two weeks he's been gone. So just that little movement is almost too much already. 

He wasn't kidding when he said he’d make it quick. He wasted no time thrusting his tongue inside you. The thick muscle massaging your silken walls, giving them something to clamp on to. “ Fuck, Alpha. That feels so good.” Your hands are anchored in his hair, just enjoying the ride on his tongue he is giving you. When he swirls his tongue, pulls it out and then moves it to lightly draw figure eight patterns on your clit you lose it. A rainbow of stars detonate behind your eyes and your hearing goes fuzzy as the orgam slams into you. Gripping onto his locks tighter as you writhe beneath him, back arching off the mattress before you go limp, laying in a state of bonelessness.

As the sounds of your apartment start to come back to you, you blink open your eyes and peer down at Bucky. His chin is glistening wet. A saccharine smile gracing his handsome face. Adoration shining in is icy blues. “There she is. Welcome back Omega.” He laughs. “Had me worried for a minute there. Thought I might have made ya pass out. Looks like it was just one hell of an orgasm.” 

A sweet smile adorns your blissed out face. “One hell of an orgasm indeed.” You look over to the clock on the nightstand. “Looks like we still have a bit of time before the water runs cold in my shower and I certainly owe you after that performance. How about a little oral reciprocation in the shower, Alpha? Get dirty while we get clean.”

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This is a WIP set to release in the future...

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.” I speak into the room. “Please don’t let me interrupt.”

“Babe-” He tries to speak.

“You no longer get to call me that. We’re done Ransom. If I never have to see your face again it will be a blessing. I hope it was worth it.”

I turn on my heel and head downstairs back to the party with my head held high. I could leave, run out with tears streaming down my eyes. But then I’d miss Eddie performing and I never miss a performance if I can help it. Plus I look hot as fuck in my costume.

I find Steve and Robin in the exact place I left them.

“Did you find him?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, with his dick down some chicks throat. We’re done. I don’t want to talk about it right now. I don’t even want to get shit faced about it. I just want to watch Eddie perform and dance my ass off. That good with you guys?”

“Whatever you need hun.” Robin assures me.

“I’ll make sure the boys run interference so you dont have to run into fuck face the rest of the night.”

“How sweet of you Steve, thanks.”

“Oh look, the bands all set up. Lets go grab a good spot up front.” Robin grabs my hand and pulls me to the makeshift stage.

They play Grand Theft Autumn.Eddie basically sings it straight to me not knowing how truly those words are hitting me. I am reminded of the boy I had a crush on in the beginning of our friendship. A crush I thought I had gotten over ages ago. Guess I was wrong. Could now be the time to explore that what if? 

“Hey Robin?”

“Yeah”

“Has Eddie always looked at me like that?”

“What? Like a lovesick puppy? Yeah actually.”

“Perfect.”

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Grizzly: Chapter 6

Pairing : Alphas Andy Barber/Curtis Everett/Jake

Jensen x omega reader

Warnings : maximum angst, Sexual contact,

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Summary: Being a homeless omega was extremely dangerous, which was why you had chosen to take shelter in the nearby woods instead of out in any of the towns. You happen upon not one, not two, but three alpha brothers, marking each day more dangerous than the last.

Curtis hadn’t spoken since the night prior. There seemed to be many times that he’d try to talk, only to swallow the words back down as he stared out towards the sterile hospital hallway. Brow furrowed and teeth tight, he just stared.

Jake tried in vain to coax something out of his brother. The confession from the previous night left the young man shaken and confused. He would never have imagined his brother capable of something so horrible, and he still fought to think that maybe Curtis didn’t remember everything correctly. Yet, the unnerving presence of the strange omega left him fearful that Curtis was telling the truth.

Eventually, their stay in the hospital would have to end. The staff insisted on further observation, but Jake knew from the darkening circles under his brother’s eyes that being far from his Omega was making the older man slowly deteriorate. So, the two reluctantly refused to stay any longer and loaded back into the car, this time with Curtis in the front passenger seat beside his younger brother.

What awaited them at the cabin was stomach-churning, yet it mirrored the scene that Andy and Jake had found themselves in the day prior. Only much more somber.

Jakes pulled back onto the road but hadn’t been driving for very long before turning off towards a small pharmacy. The hospital agreed to send some meds over when Curtis had been hastily trying to leave without further treatment. The nurse told Jake where to collect the suppressants and pain pills, pointing out a little mom-and-pop shop up the road.

Curtis eyed his brother upon their immediate stop, but Jake assured him that “I just gotta grab a few things; we’ll be back on the road soon.”

The older man didn’t answer with words, only a brief nod before turning his head towards the window to look out at the road. Curtis’s mind was elsewhere like it was before, and Jake feared that he was losing him again.

The exchange was quick. The little old beta at the counter sensed something was off the moment he stepped into the store and got him the needed prescriptions as soon as he gave her the patient's name and date of birth.

“Rough week?” She asked as he rang up the order. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” Jake answered back with a twang of pain in his voice.

Jake grabbed the bag and left quickly before dropping back into the passenger seat and digging the medicine out of the bag for his brother, along with some water he bought alongside it.

“Can you please take the medicine? Curtis?” Jake asked shakily. It almost felt like his brother couldn’t hear anymore, like his voice just couldn’t reach whatever void the older man’s mind was locked into.

Curtis didn’t even look towards his brother as he grabbed the vile of pills from his open hand and the water from the other. The meds were downed quickly and silently before he handed them back. He met his younger brother’s gaze only briefly, but even in a split second, Jake had to search his brother's eyes. Yet all he found was a deep edge of despair.

Curtis' gaze shifts away again. He chooses instead to stare out at the road as Jake pulls back onto it and leads them towards the cabin. It would be a while until they reached the once beloved vacation destination, but something in the bottom of Jake's stomach told him something would be off once they arrived, and he wouldn’t be wrong.

You were still in Andy’s arms when the roar of an engine alerted him to their arrival. The crunch of the tires over icy gravel signaled the crumbling of this little bubble of heat he had shared with you.

Jake stepped out of the car first as Curtis stared out at the front door. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck as a chill overtook his body, making his joints ache as he fought off the urge to burst out of the car and towards the cabin.

Jake smelled it as soon as he got to the door, his hand barely grazing the brass handle. It made his stomach twist, and the sting of bile rose up his throat. He turned back to the car, his breath a heavy cloud in the cold air as he shouted to the older man.

“Stay there!”

Curtis stopped, leaving the door of the car half open with one boot on the icy ground.

A smell lingered in the air from the closed door. God only knows how potent it would be inside the house. It was a familiar sensation with the omega scent lurking heavily, but this time it was coupled with a different alpha musk.

Jake watched as his brother started to sniff at the air as panic filled his eyes. His fingers dug into the side of the car door as he had to hold himself up while his eyes circled around the surrounding woods.

A heavier cloud of the mixed scents billowed out as the door cracked open. Andy’s face broke through the dark interior as his body slipped past the small opening he’d made. His skin was an odd shade of gray-pink, his short blonde hair was messy, and his beard was still tinted red from the blood that had dried into it. Finally around his hand was a dirty bandage from the now-unseen cut he’d caused after smashing that glass in his fist—a moment of both great strength and extreme weakness.

Curtis felt dizzy from just the sight of the older man and the thick smell of his omega tainted with that of his own brother.

“What the fuck did you do?” Curtis’ voice was broken and heavy with the sorrowful realization of what had happened, but something in him didn’t want to believe it.

Curtis’s feet were heavy as he lifted them along the icy gravel road, closer to Andy.

“What..did you do..?”

“Curtis, don’t.” Jake tried to grab onto his brother’s coat as he slowly approached Andy.

Jake walked behind Curtis, knowing he’d have to lunge at the already injured man if he were to become feral again. His last utterance to this sad exchange would be “Oh my God,” mostly spoken to himself as he processed the unfathomable.

The closer Curtis gets, the louder he speaks next. “What did..you..do..?”

The tears brimmed up in Andy’s already red eyes as Curtis drew slowly closer and screamed, “What have you done?!”

Andy’s voice was like dragged gravel as he finally answered “something terrible,” and Curtis winced.

There was no fight left in either of the men; they were simply too drained. Curtis suffered from a combination of his concussion and being pulled away from you as the bond between you and him was twisted. For Andy, it was from giving you so much of himself for the last day and a half.

Curtis only grips the sleeves of his brother's shirt as he breaks, finally shattering as the weight of what has become of this whole ordeal finally crushes him. His grip loosens and he falls to his knees, and Andy follows, trying to comfort the man he’d hurt as silent tears trail over his cheeks to get lost in his filthy beard.

Andy is and has always been a level-headed man, and now, as the hormones finally leached out of his body through his bare feet and pressed to the icy ground, he held his brother tightly.

Yet, even with all the suppressants in Curtis’s system, something inside of him surges. In the next second, his thick hands are circling around his brother’s throat.

“Curtis!!” Jake leapt at the two of them in the hopes of prying one man’s hands off the other man’s neck. He dug his nails into his brother’s wrists as he tried to pull them apart until finally one of the hands budged apart, and Jake was able to hand the other one off before pushing Curtis back.

Andy hadn’t lifted a finger to fight back; he only resigned himself to his well-deserved punishment before the younger man was able to free him.

Curtis was pushed back up onto his feet, and Andy sat there on his knees as they were still pressed into the snow.

Jake held him by his wide shoulders, trying to talk a little sense into his brother. “Don’t do something you’ll regret."

Curtis had to fight to catch his breath as he gritted his teeth. He looked out to Andy with a dimming bloom of rage before looking back at Jake and proclaiming, “I-I need some air,” before shaking his brother’s hands off of his shoulders and backing away.

Jake dropped down to pick Andy up off the ground before the ice could cut into his skin. “C’mon, get up.” He kept an eye out for Curtis as he watched him lumber out towards his truck.

Andy struggled to his feet as his youngest brother pulled him towards the cabin, dragging him through the open door before depositing him onto a chair in the kitchen to assess the terrible state Andy was left in.

“Wha-what the fuck happened?" Jake’s voice was almost shaking as he fought to keep his composure. “You look at absolute shit."

Andy gave a weak and coarse “I know."

“What were you thinking?" Jake racked his fingers through the dulled spikes in his frosted hair, hoping to shake off a building headache. It didn't take much to realize what had happened, especially while the combined scents were clouding the entire space around them.

Andy opened his mouth as if to speak, only to take a deep breath and ends it with a heavy sigh.

"You're still bonded, for fucks sake. This shouldn’t have affected you.” Jake truly couldn’t understand how his brother’s stonelike nerves broke so easily.

“There’s no bond left between Laurie and I.” The words from Andy’s cracked lips nearly punched the air out of Jake as they hit his ears.

Jake looked at Andy with a sick twist in his stomach before asking, “What do you mean?”

“She’s been wearing a new mark for almost half a year now.” Andy spoke with an unnerving little emotion as he opened a dark chapter of his life to his little brother.

“Oh fuck, I-I didn’t know."

“That’s because I didn’t tell you."

Jake huffed out with an air of frustration, “Good to see you can always call on your family for help.”

“It’s not like that. The divorce was already messy, and it was embarrassing enough.” “There just wasn’t a good time to talk about it. It definitely doesn’t feel like a good time to talk about it right now.

“Fair enough, I don’t even know how it came to this.”

“She must have broken into the cabin when her heat started to hit her. That’s how Curtis must have found her.”

“What, why?” Jake's eyes widened as they fixed back into Andy’s expressionless face.

“Her shit was in garbage bags; she was probably homeless.” Andy spoke so dryly that it almost gave his brother a stomach ache as he listened.

Jake winced at the thought that she must have stumbled upon the cabin, trying to get out of the snow, only to find herself caught in the teeth of not one but two alphas.

Andy got up from his chair before tossing open a nearby cupboard and rifling through the old bottles of medicine that sat inside.

“What are you doing?” Jake said as he looked up at his brother.

“Looking for some sleeping pills.” Andy spoke dryly as he continued rummaging around.

"What? Don’t take anything out of there. It all has to be expired by now.”

“I don’t care, Jake. I have to turn this off.”

“She’s buzzing around in the back of my head, and I can’t get it out.” Andy’s voice was low and broken as he pressed his wounded palm to his forehead to quell some of the building pain in his brain.

“This is insane.” Jake spoke more to the air than to his brother, but Andy answered anyway. “You don’t know what it’s like, so you wouldn’t understand.”

“Wouldn’t understand…I’m an Alpha too, and I haven’t lost my fucking mind.” Jake's blood began to simmer under his skin, making it feel like a slight itch along his neck and arms.

“It’s more than that!” Andy raised his voice at the younger Alpha. “I can feel her pain. Every throb and pulse in her body echoes in my head. I’m sure it did the same to Curtis, and it’s killing him right now.”

“I don’t know how to help you two anymore.” Jake couldn’t help the crack in his voice as he spoke while staring into the scratched grain of the table. “Not you, not Curtis. I can’t help anyone anymore.”

Andy finds the plastic bottle he had been looking for and rattles it by his ear. He dumped the contents into his hand to find there were only two pills left.

“You can still help Curtis.” Andy said as he rolled the pills between his fingers.

Jake looked up from the table before asking, “How?”

“You can put him to sleep. That way, she’ll only haunt his dreams.” Andy said as he eyed the two pills.

Jake twisted his head away from the sight of it. “I am not giving him old pills. It could make him sick. HELL, it could make you sick.”

“Then I will.” And with that, Andy walked out of the kitchen, leaving his younger brother behind to hang on to his last words. Andy made it past the front door and padded towards Curtis’ truck in his still-bare feet.

Curtis was already watching him from the window, and before Andy could make it all the way there, he pushed out of the truck and closed the gap between them himself.

He held the pill out wordlessly, leaving his brother to just stare at it.

“I already took suppressants.” Curtis regarded him as he stared down at the chalky wire pills.

“It’s not a suppressant.” Andy answered back.

“Then what is it?” Curtis spoke lowly, already exhausted but unable to find enough peace for sleep.

“It will make sleep easier.” Andy looked at his brother with actual sincerity. Something in these men had broken beyond repair, but together they were still connected, and they still cared for one another.

Curtis took the pill between his thumb and pointer finger, only to just look at the chunky tablet. He looked back at his brother, then the cabin, letting his vision cloud over with fresh tears. It made the bile well up in Andy’s throat before Curtis finally put the pill between his teeth.

He grabbed at an old bottle of water in the cup holder, still half full with now-stale water. He unscrewed the cap and took a chug from the bottle, sending the pill to the bottom of his stomach.

Curtis sat back in the truck, averting his eyes from Andy, as an air of silence widened the gap between them before Andy finally turned away from his brother and walked back to the house.

He glanced at Jake’s back as the younger man buried his face in his hands before walking past the kitchen towards one of the bedrooms. The master bedroom was to his right, and just further ahead was the old kid's room. You were still on the floor of the master bedroom, tucked up in a nest of blankets, and a souring look was spreading along your sleeping face.

Andy broke through the threshold before kneeling down next to you slowly. He arched his back and ducked his head towards you until his warm lips pressed against your forehead and your muscles seemed to relax.

It was the last he could do for you before standing back up and leaving you there on the floor. He did look back for a second and turn away from you again.

His pill was still tightly held in his fist until he brought it between two of his fingers. He opened his mouth, placed the chalky tablet on his tongue, and swallowed it back dry.

The rest of the night was quiet. Curtis resigned to sleeping in his truck; Andy took the old kids room, and you were still hidden in the master bedroom. Jake was left alone and awake as his brothers fought off odd dreams.

Jake was left slumped forward in the dining chair, his face having dropped into his hands as he tried to hold in his blooming sorrow. He fought it off hard, harder than he ever thought he’d have to. But, he couldn’t fight it anymore, and he finally broke.

Just like the small reprieve he allowed himself some months ago after he watched them close his father’s casket, he cried into his cupped hands and whimpered silently. He hadn’t bothered to take his glasses off, instead pushing them up his face with his fingers so as not to get them too dirty.

He didn’t know that this would have any affect on you, but as his scent twisted with grief, it didn’t fail to reach your room and make your body shutter awake. Something in your chest aches as your limbs twitch with a renewed liveliness. You're groggy but oddly more cognitive. You're floating on a thick cloud of heat as the still world around you moves in slow motion.

You feel over your neck, but don’t panic at the feeling of the two bites. Your mind still hasn’t returned. Your body can only be piloted by your inner omega, and she revels at the sting of each bite as you press your fingers into your skin.

The second bite didn’t leave and started to scab over a little like the first one did. Each one of them aches as you feel them over with the tips of your fingers. But, something was off, something in the air souring the semi-familiar scent you’d grown accustomed to.

You hear it too, his sorrow, his pain. It rings in your ears from the small noises of defeat that leave his lips. He just couldn’t stop himself from finally letting it all out.

You lean up from the nest of blankets and pillows you had wrapped yourself in on the floor of the master bedroom. You let the sheets fall from your bare body before grabbing a single blanket to drag with you. Better to seal in the warmth of your heat as it simmers lowly under your cold skin.

You follow the familiar path from the bedroom out into the den, and you turn your head towards the open kitchen and scent the air.

Yours gets more intense from the sight of your alpha in pain, making him shake as it permeates his mind without him realizing it. He would have assumed it was from the tears that flooded from his eyes as your impending presence stole the breath from his very lungs.

Yes, you. Lingering not far behind, your own heart cracked from the billowing scent of pain and anguish that clouded around what you perceived again as your alpha.

Your alpha was in pain. Emotional turmoil souring his otherwise sweet smell. It did seem sweeter than normal, but a heavy heart weighed it down.

You knew he needed your scent and your body to settle his mind. You were a good omega.

He hadn’t heard your footsteps, but as your hands found his shoulders, dragging your nails along his half-buttoned flannel. His body goes stiff as a small gasp escapes his throat. The rush of lavender and orange drops off your skin to cloud the air around him.

Your omega scent floods his nose and melts the hurt that had been burning the back of his throat. Your fingers slide along his neck to slip under his chin, bringing his head up to look at you for the first time.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. He just sat stalk, still fighting for air as the heat of your hands burned through his skin.

The blanket slips away from your body as you circle his chair before bending towards him, pressing your lips against his tear-stained cheeks, and kissing them clean.

You slipped your lips further along his face before you moved them over his. It left him mezmorized, drowning in warm lavender and citrus.

His mind begins to melt from the hot assault of your tongue slipping over his, drowning him in your thick pheromones. It sets his body on fire, as if he’ll burn right through his clothes. It awakened something inside of him, something that rumbled beneath the surface of his skin and had once been completely dormant.

He didn’t notice your nimble fingers burrowing their way into his clothes and skillfully peeling them off of his chest and arms, just one button at a time. A whisper of the word “Alpha” left your tongue once you pulled it away from his lips.

The moment Jake heard it, his body went rigid once again. His muscles clenched and tightened as his mind became a buzz of emotion. But, you were there to help his Alpha meld with your Omega.

You wanted his tears to dry from the mere touch of your body and his worries to become distant memories.

You slip around his chair as the sweat builds along his neck and his pupils overtake his pale blue eyes.

He doesn’t stop you from seating yourself on his lap with your legs on either side of his, letting you press your warm skin along his face and neck, spreading your thick scent all over him. He doesn’t fight it when you drag your nail through the zipper of his jeans to dip your hand into his boxers and unsheathe his cock.

No, not until you're angling yourself above him, letting the head of his swollen cock catch along your folds until it breaches your slick warm opening. Only then did he finally stir, shaking the spell you’d put him under for just a second, and making him struggle beneath you.

“…’mega..s-stop.” His voice was weak as he tried to fight both you and an inner strength threatening to burst out of him the further your cunt sheathed his cock.

“Let me..help you…Alpha.” You breathed the words into his skin before dragging your teeth along his neck. It was the new trigger he needed to make him buck his hips up in unison with yours.

His hands finally dared to touch your skin, pressing his fingers painfully into the soft, round globes of your ass before dragging his nails along your thighs.

The slide of his cock along your tightening inner walls made him into a melted putty in your embrace. You took his pain and ate at it, using it as fuel for the fire in your belly to burn the both of you.

You nuzzled into his neck and shoulder as your hips raised and dropped with the pulls of his hands, leaving a slap of skin to run through the air. His thrusts met yours, building and building to surpass your own movements.

It’s like his body is moving upon the will of a much more wild spirit, propelling him to spear up into your core to tear through your body. Your body bends in his tight hold as you snake your fingers along the back of his head to press his face against your hot skin.

He didn’t have to be himself; he didn’t have to carry any burdens; he only had to be the Alpha right now. You, as his omega, would twist around him as your core fluttered and the tip of his cock stirred deeply within you.

Your mingled scents and sounds filled the small cabin, only to be shut out by the other two sleeping Alphas, who had been dragged down into their shared nightmare. All as you dragged the younger Alpha into your heat.

The solid mass of his building knot catches and tugs at the opening of your core as you slam your body down onto it until it’s forced deep inside with an almost literal pop. It was the first time for him all over again, and he was drowning. His arms were tight around you as his seed was pumped into your stretched core, and his nose left your hair as his teeth finally came down against your neck. His full teeth tore through your skin in a single second before licking his jaw over the wound as blood started to trickle down between you two.

His knot throbbed almost painfully as your omega cunt squeezed and throbbed around his cock. He’s panting, struggling to breathe through his teeth as the taste of thick iron floods over his tongue.

Tonight, you will be bitten for the last time, and as he pulls away, his vision is blurred with the sweet sight of your body. His glasses were pressed up over his eyes towards his forehead, leaving the sight of the blood dripping from your neck and down your chest as just a mess of red.

It was chaos in a cup on the verge of overflowing, but his cares seemed to fade as his senses shut down. He was fully drained by you, but you left him with a renewed sense of bliss that finally let him find a restful sleep once you’d helped him out of the chair to lay out on the cool floor.

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Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist

Masterlist for my 200 followers Writing Challenge

smut = 🌶️, 🥹 = fluff; 🩹 = angst

Writing Submissions 💥

Bucky Barnes

🌶️🥹 Easy Ride (Biker!Bucky x F!Reader) written by the lovely @jobean12-blog

🌶️ Camaraderie (raunchy!Bucky x curvy!female reader) written by the lovely @buckets-and-trees

🥹 Mobsters obsession (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Barista!Mom!Reader) written by the lovely @buck-star

Steve Rogers

🩹🥹 Traitor (Ex-)Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Singer!Fem!Reader) written by the lovely @buck-star

🌶️ 🥹 Thirst for Life (As It Is) (Steve Rogers x reader) written by the lovely @anika-ann

🌶️ -ish, 🥹 Subdue (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!f!Reader) written by the lovely @mercurial-chuckles

Lloyd Hansen

🌶️🩹-ish Demon's Devotion (IncubusDemon!Lloyd x F!Hunter!Reader) written by me :)

🌶️ 🥹 Thin Walls (BBF!Lloyd Hansen x f!Reader) written by the lovely @gremlin-girly

Ari Levinson

🌶️ What do you Desire (Ari Levinson x F!Reader) written by the lovely @saiyanprincessswanie

🌶️ Ionian Sun (siren!Ari Levinson x f!reader) written by the lovely @gremlin-girly

Jake Jensen

🌶️ 🥹 Can't Fight The Moonlight (Werewolf! Jake Jensen x Reader) written by the lovely @bigtreefest

🌶️ 🥹 Bubbles (Jake Jensen x f!siren!reader) written by the lovely @gremlin-girly

Curtis Everett

🌶️ 🥹 I Don’t Mind Falling For You (Curtis Everett x female!reader) written by the lovely @soelstress

Ransom Drysdale

🌶️ 🥹 Ambivalent Research (Ransom Drysdale x female!reader) written by the lovely @soelstress

+1 BB's

🩹🥹🌶️ Grumpy Love (Grumpy/Soft Alpha Steve Rogers/Grumpy/Soft Ari Levinson(Rogers)/Omega Female Reader (Past Stucky)) written by the lovely @autumnrose40 🩹🥹A Love Least Expected (BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Fem!Reader, past Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Boyfriend!Steve Rogers) written by the lovely @buck-star (formerly @buckys-wintersoldier) 🥹 Wibbly-Wobbly Wednesday Thought (Steve x Reader x Bucky | Stucky x Reader) written by the lovely @mercurial-chuckles

Writing Requests (Answered) 💙

🌶️ The Witcher's Conquest (Geralt of Rivia x F!Sorceress!Reader) written by me :)

🩹🥹🌶️ One Step Forward (FakeProfessor!Napoleon Solo x Student!F!Reader written by me :)

[navybrat817]

This was so intense and perfect! Oh, the things Curtis will do. 😌

Give Me The Blame

Chapter One

Summary- 1.2k Alpha Curtis Everett x Omega Reader- Since Curtis took over the biodome train that your city lived on, the omegas were hunted down. Leaving the remaining in hiding and starving, you pass yourself off as a beta and enter the dangerous den of predators to plead for help.

Warnings- Violence and death.

A/N- Any chance for me to write for Curtis, I will take it. Likes, shares and reblogs are appreciated. Thank you.

Masterlist

You gazed up at the glass dome above you, taking in solace that the blue sky was still visible, if you stared at it long enough you could let yourself get lost for a moment, pretend that life was still good. But that wasn't your reality but you were still teaching music in your studio. If you closed your eyes, you could imagine it still played. 

Then an aggressive yell broke the dream and you were slammed back into your reality. Destruction revealed before your eyes as you finally reached the train's main gate that led to where the new Alpha resided. Everything else had been destroyed when the tailend took over the train, life as everyone knew it ended and a new dark beginning started. 

That was months ago and the train you once thrived on was nothing but danger. The once large band of omegas you were able to hide with were slowly being taken or starving and disappearing daily until desperation started taking over. Of course, you volunteered yourself when talks first started about someone going to see if they could reason with the Alpha. 

Now you were going into the literal den of killers, basically offering yourself up as a lamb for slaughter if the brutal alphas caught you. You were as prepared as you could possibly be, having spent your life passing yourself as a beta for the freedom it gave. Now those skills were valued, making you thankful for the years you practiced suppressing your Omega with the pills. But now they were illegal, making the ones sold on the street unreliable.

All you have to do is go in and make the Alpha listen to you, that the supplies he is sending isn't enough for the omegas.

Already your heart was threatening to slam its way out of your chest. Your hand fumbled into the oversized jacket pocket, searching for the suppressants the group managed to buy by selling most of their remaining food. You had sought out the dealer to purchase the now illegal drug, only managing to score a handful. Tiny blue pills fumbled into your palm and you shot them into your mouth, counting how much time you had.

Already your stomach cramped and sweat broke out on your brow. You were so scared. Pressing your nose to the heavy jackets collar you were wearing, you inhaled deeply. The stink was foul enough that it made you gag, but anything right now that covered your omega was a gift. Even if it reeked of an unwashed beta. 

Now or never.

You made your way up the stairs to go past the door leading into the few front cars of the train, raucous alphas made the noise unbearable with their loud growls and yells to be heard over one another. Fights were breaking out all around you while you slipped through the crowds, thankfully unseen as no one paid attention to what they assumed was just a beta going to ask the Alpha for a favor.

Every instinct told you that you had to get out, fear making you feel sick and heated under the foul jacket. You have to do this, the omega's were counting on you, it was this or starvation at this point.

You can do this Y/N.

Nasous as your nose buried into the stinking fabric, you fought the urge to vomit up the pills. Just a little closer, you could already see the large open space where the tail end leader was, holding some kind of court as someone appeared to be pleading for their life.

The stink of blood saturated this space, amplified with the overpowering alpha aggression, it was making the hair on the back of your neck stand up in warning. It was only a second of warning before the roar rose up above the noise and the man pleading his case torn apart, his life draining faster than the blood from his body.

Run, run, run. Every instinct screamed, but your feet planted in place. This was the only chance the small clan of omegas had. They were depending on you.

You snuck along the edge of the massive group who mostly ignored you except to jostle you out of the way. Moving closer to the Alpha took finesse, making you spend a significant amount of time studying him. This is the first time you have seen him up close. He was large, as most alphas were, but he looked towering. Cold piercing eyes caught everything, including you for a moment, seeming to study you for a few seconds with interest before moving on to another part of the massive group, the whole while the look on his face was stone. He was clothed mostly head to toe, so you were unable to see more of him beyond his scarred face, but you imagined the rest of him was just as hard and brutal as his look alone was.

"I did what I had to Everett." Spat a new victim being held captive in front of the Alpha snapped, seeming tired of begging for his life like he knew he was at the end. "You came and destroyed all of us, what I did was your fault." He spat on the ground near the Alpha's feet.

You had to muffle the gasp as you watched what happened next. The Alpha didn't show mercy to the man cowering in front of him. He tilted his head slightly and the beta next to him sprang forward, his hand grasping his head and wrenching till a loud sickening snap echoed around you. His body collapsed lifeless.

Everything about this Alpha said power and danger. It made you want to run, but the Omega ached to get closer as if his strength would be gentle for you, keep you safe.

Time for more pills.

You risked shaking out the pills into your bare palm, your fingers skimming the collar of your jacket enough to pull it down from your mouth to swallow when all the sudden the alphas in front of you turned, inhaling the air around you.

Oh gods no. 

All was deathly still for a few moments, then they rushed for you. You tried stumbling back, getting away from where a surge of hands reached for you, grabbing at you brutally as your scent started a frenzy, part of your clothes ripped away and your screams were lost in the aggressive snarls and yip sounds.

Then as suddenly as it started you were slammed down into the dirty floor while protecting your head from being bounced and rattled against the metal while someone stood over you, his large hand grasping the back of your neck and the most animalistic roar rattled you, making you cover your head and start praying, sure that this was the end for you.

You risked looking up and your heart sank, fear curling like a poison, making you unable to move. Curtis Everett had you pinned to the floor, blood-streaked all over him, his hands covered in it as his snarl dared anyone to come closer. "MINE." He roared once more before he hauled you up and into his arms. You squirmed to try to break out of his hold, but it tightened around you to the point you were wheezing from loss of air.

The alphas backed away, the bodies strewn around where you two stood made you gag.

They couldn't all be from him?

With a turn, he stalked away and close behind him, the beta dutifully followed, barking out. "Get rid of them." Waving at the bodies scattering the floor were all the alphas that had made a grab for you. 

[callalillywrites]

There are more in the works that I plan to hit in the new year, but these are the top ones that have been plaguing me the past week or so.

[thezombieprostitute]

💐Zombie's Bouquet Event💐

A bouquet for @minervadashwood ! Featuring: Curtis Everett; Secret Dating; Omegaverse; Fluff. I hope you like!

Curtis was taking his time fixing the broken window in your room. The longer he stuck around, the heavier his scent would be, the less suspicion it would raise when you had his scent on you.

Though he was an Alpha, he was low ranking. Merely a maintenance worker for the mansion your family lived in. Your father, the Pack Alpha, would never approve. As the daughter of a Pack Alpha you were expected to be used as a bartering chip. The fact that you were an Omega as well added to your potential for a "good marriage".

But you had fallen for Curtis. His scent made you feel safe, loved, cherished even. And he'd fallen for you faster than he thought possible. Your scent made him feel warm and wanted. Neither of which he's really felt before.

As much as you want to run away together, you have to be careful about it. One mistake and your father will find you, bring you home, and likely kill Curtis. So you play safe, play quiet, and plan. Every time you're able to sneak a kiss, even just a touch, it's something you both treasure.

One day soon, you'll be together.

[krirebr]

Still Life Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha Curtis Everett x Omega Female Reader

Summary: Curtis has been volunteering as a foster alpha for three years now. He's never seen a case this bad...

Warnings: Angst (with an eventual happy ending), past abuse (not Curtis), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, physical scarring, extreme sexism, adult themes, explicit language, See each chapter for individual warnings. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

One

Two

Series in progress

[thezombieprostitute]

Looks like I have some new stories to read!

So Alpha Curtis is kind of traditional when it comes to bonding I feel…..gives me thoughts that we is more than happy to have pups! What would his reaction be if filly finds out she is pregnant?

You are 100% in your assessment!

Basically, they can’t go out in public anymore, because Curtis will try to rip the throat out of anyone who looks at her a little funny. The man’s protective instincts go off the charts, definitely ups security at their cabin. And even though he’s extremely growly and angry with everyone else, he dotes on her. Makes her spend all her time in the nest and makes sure she has everything she could ever think of asking for (he screams if it takes one of his errand boys to long to get her something though). And he eats her out constantly, he loves how she tastes when she’s pregnant.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Through Every Forest

V/V: Run

Relationship: dark!Alpha Curtis Everett x Omega!Fem reader

Words: ~4.8k

Summary: Will Curtis finally make you his?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral, p in v, knotting, kinda acrobatic 69), Omegaverse, possessive Curtis, primal kink, mentions of non con activities, rut and heat, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!

A/N: The finale! Our insane babes have feelings? Curtis is a whole fucking meal. I’m just so happy they’re getting the ending they deserve and hope y’all enjoy!

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You groaned when you woke up, your wounds still sore even though it had been almost two weeks. But then you felt Curtis’s heart beating under your cheek, your eyes fluttering open so you could gaze at his face. He had spent every night with you since your last disaster of a hunt, and most of his days as well except when he had to take meetings, gently helping you as you recovered from your injuries.

But he was still angry, growling each time he had to leave you and deal with the rich, entitled assholes his operation catered to. They were making him rich, but after the fiasco of your last hunt he trusted the dicks who paid him even less. Even the fact that he had rooted out Bryce and gotten rid of the rebellious elements of his organization didn’t help his mood, Carter being the only Alpha he would trust anywhere near you.

The only thing that could make him feel any better was you, being close to you and knowing that you were safe keeping him more happy than he would ever admit. You were his now, no one else deserved you or could handle you. He was sick of pretending otherwise, even though he was still grumpy about it.

It was hard to stay grumpy when he woke up to the feeling of your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock though, groaning before he even opened his eyes and resting his hand on your head. Once he was fully awake he looked down at you, chuckling at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his sensitive head. You hummed when he stroked your cheek gently before gripping the back of your head and forcing himself down your throat, gagging and drooling all over him as you gave him a reproachful look.

“Don’t you fucking glare at me, little girl.” He popped you on the cheek once before fucking up into your mouth again, grinding against your face and purring when when he felt your nails digging into his hair-covered thighs. “Acting like you don’t love this shit when I can smell that little pussy drooling like a bitch.”

You just rolled your eyes while you swallowed around him, breathing through your nose when he started fucking your throat in earnest. He was right, you did love this. Your pussy was throbbing and clenching while his cock filled your mouth and stretched your lips until they stung, your jaw aching from being forced open so wide for such a long time. Then he yanked on your hair and wrapped his free hand around your neck and you moaned around him, choking when he squeezed until your throat constricted around his thick cock.

“That’s a good little ‘mega, fucking Christ.” Curtis grunted and threw his head back when you swallowed around him, his hips grinding against your face as he kept gripping your throat to make your muscles tighten around his dick. “You’re gonna let me knot that pretty mouth, aren’t you baby girl?”

Even though you couldn’t answer him he could see in your eyes you would, that you wanted it. Your tongue slid along his shaft as you slobbered all over him and yourself, and you could have sighed when his fingers massaged your scalp as he pushed your head up and down on his cock. His precum ran down your throat as he let you bring him closer, his voice leaving him in a low growl when you brought a hand up to play with his balls.

He couldn’t get enough of watching you like this, of knowing how much you enjoyed being used by him. It’s what let him know you were the only one who deserved him, just like he was the only one who deserved you. The two of you were made for each other, both of you vicious and primal, survivors of the circumstances life threw at you who made the best of your respective situations. And all he wanted was to make sure you never had to survive anything else.

When you squeezed his balls he bit his lip, his eyes heavily lidded as he watched your wide stretched lips grip his cock. He could feel himself starting to swell, his balls pulling tight and his knot inflating while he fixed his gaze on yours. You gagged when he squeezed your throat so tight you couldn’t breathe, your blood rushing in your ears and your vision going blurry as your cunt clenched and fluttered around nothing.

Curtis bit off a roar when he shot his thick, hot cum down your throat, his hips jerking against your face while his knot locked him behind your teeth. You swallowed every drop eagerly, your eyes bright as you laved your tongue all over him and watched his face contort in bliss. Every time you made him come you knew you would kill any Omega who tried to take him from you, no weak little bitch could ever do for him what you could. If only he would actually fuck you.

“My good girl, c’mere little one.” Curtis snorted when you just whined around his knot as he leaned down and grabbed your hips, keeping your head in his lap while he lifted your body off the bed until your ass was resting against his chest and your legs were hooked over his broad shoulders. “Good thing you’re so flexible, filly, makes everything I want to do to you that much easier. Watch your fucking teeth.”

You choked when he shoved fingers from both hands inside your pussy and pulled your clenching walls apart, his tongue pushing inside you and lapping up your slick like he had been walking in the desert for a week and you were his oasis. His beard rubbed at your folds until they were raw, your clit throbbing against his upper lip while he rubbed the inside of your pussy even as he swirled his tongue inside you. When he pulled back and spat on your cunt you shivered, your throat constricting around his cock when he smeared it all over your soft lips with the calloused pads of his fingers.

Curtis groaned against your skin when your tongue started running all over his cock again, kissing your pussy almost reverently before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. Even though he couldn’t see your face he could feel the pleasure coursing through you, your body shivering in his arms while his tongue pressed inside you once more. He had to pull away from you when you moaned around him, though, his knot swelling even more as he shot another load down your spasming throat.

“Goddamn, you just wanna have a knot in your mouth all fucking day, huh girl?” Curtis smiled and bit the inside of your thigh when you just whimpered in response, smacking your cunt and grunting when it made you let out a muffled squeal. “C’mon little one, don’t have the time to keep your mouth stuffed full, no matter how good you feel. Gimme a big one.”

He started rubbing your cunt viciously, his other arm wrapped around your waist and holding you tightly to his body while you gushed slick all over him. When he slapped your pussy again you choked as you tried to scream around his knot, your back arching and your toes curling when he kept spanking your sensitive flesh until you were soaked. You were so close, your chest heaving with ragged breaths as you struggled to control yourself even as your eyes rolled back in your head.

Three fingers plunged inside you and pressed against that perfect spot and you screamed, your entire body going stiff as you came apart at the seams. Curtis laughed softly when you squirted all over his face, dragging his tongue over you slowly to lick you clean as you kept quivering in his arms. It took another minute for his knot to go down enough for him to slide out of your mouth, and you moaned when he turned your body so you were sitting in his lap with your cheek pressed against his chest. You sighed when he scented the top of your head, letting your eyes fall closed as his hand ran over your spine while he looked out the window.

“How does your thigh feel today, filly?” Curtis kissed your hair and gently touched the scar on your side, smiling when you didn’t flinch. “You gonna be up for a longer walk?”

“Yeah.” You hummed when you felt his heart beating under your cheek. “No cane today.”

“Fucking stubborn… fine.” He had been trying so hard not to baby you after you were shot, but he couldn’t help but still feel guilty for putting you in a situation where you had been injured. “Just make sure you eat all your food and take your pain meds.”

You still let him help you walk to the table once a Beta brought your breakfast in, leaning on his arm then sitting in his lap so he could keep an eye on you. Even though he wasn’t babying you, he still refused to let you out of his reach, never wanting you more than an arm’s length away so he could ensure he was there to catch you if you fell. Once you had finished your breakfast he helped with your stretches, calling you his good girl when you just groaned at him pressing your knee to your chest before massaging your thigh. Your walk was slow, especially without the cane, and you still hadn’t gotten used to being allowed to roam the grounds without a collar and leash. Curtis smiled at you when you held onto his arm and looked up at him, letting you rest when you reached the fence at the edge of the compound.

“Do you have meetings today?” Your leg was throbbing a little but you tried not to let it show, leaning your cheek against his arm and shivering when an autumn breeze blew through the trees.

“Just one.” Hopefully his last one for a while. “And you have a checkup, so no bitching about being left all by yourself.”

You snorted when he started to lead you back to the compound, scenting his chest and sighing as his fingers ran over your spine. He kissed you before he left you in the medical center, his hand gripping the back of your neck and his fingers pressing against your gland until you were sighing into his mouth. Curtis nodded to the Beta doctor before leaving you, reluctance written all over his face when he moved back down the hall to his offices.

The doctor was gentle but thorough as he examined you, helping you stretch your limbs and making sure your mobility was still doing well as you recovered from being shot. In spite of some residual stiffness you were doing well, and he gave you the go ahead to stop using the cane which you couldn’t be more pleased about. He did warn you that with your heat coming up in a few weeks you needed to be careful about not over exerting yourself, but aside from taking a blood sample he was fine sending you back to your quarters.

Curtis’s meeting went well also, managing to land the whale after promising him a once in a lifetime opportunity and shaking his hand. His own visit to the med center went as expected, but he still had a slight frown on his face when he went back to your rooms. He just hoped you would be understanding about what he had to do.

“Hey honey.” When you were stretching when he walked in he smiled, helping you to your feet and cradling your face in his hands as he gazed into your eyes. “You look good, like you’re feeling better.”

“I am.” You could smell the change in him, like he was stressed about something. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re too fucking observant for your own good.” Curtis grumbled before bending to rest his forehead against yours. “I… shit. I have to leave for two weeks.”

“What?!” You hissed and grabbed his shirt when he tried to pull back, the look in your eyes full of distress. “The fuck you are. Where are you going?”

“That’s not important.” He hated that expression on your face, but he couldn’t stay. Curtis set his jaw and wrapped his hand around your throat, pressing his thumb against your carotid and growling until you started to relax. “This isn’t a punishment, and my people will still be reporting to me, so no throwing your fucking tantrums or I’ll take it out on your ass when I’m back.”

“You fucking bastard.” You groaned when he slapped you, wheezing when he squeezed your neck tighter and pulled you close to scent your hair. “I can’t believe you’re abandoning me, after everything…”

“I told you, I’m not abandoning you.” Curtis couldn’t stop himself from kissing you deeply, winding his arms around you and sighing when you purred against his lips. “I’ll be back, don’t be a fucking bitch the whole time I’m gone, be my good girl.”

“Wait, Curtis…” You dragged him back to you and kissed him again, just restraining yourself from climbing into his arms. “You promise you’ll be back?”

“Of course.” He rubbed your mating gland and frowned when you gave him a pathetic expression. “You’re mine now, I’m not leaving you. Just keep being good for me.”

You tried not to whine when he finally left your shared rooms, hating the disgusting, needy feeling that was sitting in your chest. That feeling didn’t go away the next day, or the day after that. But you still wanted to be good, he had to be coming back. He was the only one you trusted, the only one who made you feel safe. So you ate all your meals, and did all of your physical therapy exercises. You even let Carter walk you around the compound to make sure your mobility was continuing to improve. It wasn’t the same without him, though. Every night when you tried to fall asleep all you could think about was how cold the bed was without Curtis.

Two weeks passed so slowly without him. You should have hated how upset you were when he wasn’t with you, but all you could feel was lonely. It was even worse that your heat snuck up on you a week early, making you moan and whine as cramps made you double over and slick stain your thighs. When the sun began setting on the fourteenth day you started when Carter came into your rooms unannounced, frowning when he held up a white silk shift and looked at you expectantly.

“What is that for?” You shivered and groaned in your nest when he came closer, gripping one of Curtis’s shirts tightly when another cramp wracked you. “I’m not supposed to do hunts anymore.”

“It’s from Curtis.” Carter sighed, not enjoying the subterfuge so matter how necessary it was. “I’m going to take you to see him. He asked you to trust him.”

“You… alright.” You scowled and plucked the shift from his grip, waiting until he turned around to take off your sweats and put on the nightie. “If this is some kind of trick I’ll fucking kill the both of you.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He chuckled when you just sniffed at him and let him lead you out of your quarters. “That’s why you’re the boss’s girl.”

You found your face heating up when he called you Curtis’s girl. It was stupid, but with how damn hormonal you were you felt flattered. The two of you didn’t talk while he drove you out towards the hunting grounds, your anxiety starting to go up when you saw a collection of bright lights centered on a clearing right in front of the lodge. Another cramp hit you and you whined, shivering in the cool night air and grateful that Carter was on suppressants so you didn’t have to worry about that on top of everything else.

One of Curtis’s Alphas was speaking to a group of strange Alphas on the lodge’s balcony, and you could see Betas moving through the group as they took bets. In front of them was a cage, and you could hear the speaker going over the Prime Alpha specimen and you felt your blood freeze. The scent of his rut hit you and you doubled over when your cunt throbbed, snarling at Carter when he parked the jeep.

“What’s going on?” You tried to pull away when Carter took your arm and started to pull you towards the clearing but he was too strong. “Is this a fucking joke?”

“No.” Carter shook his head when he thrust you under the lights. “It was his idea.”

You whined when you saw Curtis in the cage prowling around like a dangerous animal. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were wild, and you’d never smelled a rut so potent. Every instinct you had was begging you to submit, to bend over and present to him so he could knot you and get rid of the fever and pain that was torturing you. The sight of him restrained like that was killing you, making you reach out to him until he slammed against the bars.

“I can fucking smell you.” His voice was a vicious growl, sending a vibration through your whole body that made you whimper. “I’m gonna pin you down and fuck you like a bitch until my pup’s in your belly.”

“You rat bastard.” Being so close to him while both of you were victim to your primal urges was making you lose yourself, suddenly pressing your body against the bars and keening when he did the same with a snarl. “You left me by myself just so you could mate me for a fucking audience? I should kill you.”

“You can try, ‘Mega.” He wanted to lick you everywhere, you smelled so fucking good, making his hard cock throb painfully until he had to practically hump the bar he was leaning against. “Don’t think it’s gonna go your way. Besides, not like I could stay around that ripe fucking cunt for two weeks while my suppressants wore off without fucking you senseless.”

“Not my fault you wanted to turn into a fucking caveman.” Your body was screaming at you to give yourself to the Alpha, to present, to breed. You’d never felt anything like it, mewling and keening while you scented the bars right in front of his chest. “You could’ve told me what the fuck was going on.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Curtis rammed into the bars again and rumbled when you tilted your head back so he could see your swollen gland, licking his lips as he thought about what it was going to feel like when he finally knotted you. “Goddamn, I can’t wait to breed that little pussy. You’d better run for your fucking life, bitch.”

The two of you kept snarling at each other and grinding against the bars of his cage, your eyes blown wide with desire and need as your skin itched to be pressed against each other. Then the shot went off and you gave him one more smile, biting your lip before turning on your heels and sprinting into the woods. You didn’t even want to bother trying to find a hiding place, you just wanted to run. You wanted him to chase you down and catch you and pin you to the ground while he claimed you. Your blood was up, the moon was bright as it shone through the trees, and you wanted to give in to the wild instincts that were coursing through your veins.

There was no point in trying to be careful, so you let your body crash through the brush as branches whipped against your face and arms, leaving your blood on the sharp wood as they scraped and scratched your skin. After twenty minutes of running you heard a howl and almost collapsed when an enormous cramp made your core clench, your breath coming heavily as you fought through the pain and kept running. You could hear the trees groaning and shaking far away, knowing that he was drawing closer by the second and pumping your limbs even faster until your lungs were burning.

Curtis snarled viciously when he caught your scent, ripping a branch off one of the trees and throwing it aside after it slashed across his chest. He didn’t even feel the sting, completely consumed by the unquenchable lust that was filling his body. Your scent was calling to him like a beacon, your trail so clear he could have found you with his eyes closed. You were so close, and you were his. The fact that he had waited so long to claim you seemed stupid now when he was lost in a haze of pure want for you and the pups you would give him.

The air changed, and there you were. Both of you smelled each other at the same time, pausing to gaze at each other for just a moment before Curtis roared and you took off again. He chuckled when he heard you whimper, leaping over a fallen tree and stretching his legs to their limit so he could catch you. You were quick, but so was he, with longer limbs and not wracked by the constant pain you were as your heat tried to drive you to submit to him.

When he caught you you yelped, panting heavily as the two of you tumbled to the forest floor and he wound his body with yours in a tangle of limbs. Curtis shredded the delicate fabric of your shift with a snarl before he started scenting you obsessively, his lips meeting yours for only a moment then his face was buried in your neck. You could feel slick leaking down the insides of your thighs when he dragged his nose over your throat, your pussy throbbing as he breathed deeply and growled before moving to rub his face against your soft breasts. He chuffed when he lifted your arm so he could breathe in where you were most potent, making you shudder when he licked the smooth skin of your armpits then began biting his way down your stomach.

Curtis let out a deep growl and rolled you onto your stomach, biting your ass and barring his massive arm across the small of your back when you tried to wriggle away from him. He buried his face between your legs and started lapping up your slick, groaning at your taste while you quivered at his touch. As soon as he sat back up you presented for him, panting while you arched your back and bent your knees under your body.

“That’s a good little bitch.” Curtis ran his nose up your spine until his body was caging yours in, reaching down between the two of you to undo his fly while he licked your gland. “Gonna breed the fuck out of this little pussy, you’re mine.”

As soon as he shoved his cock inside you he sank his teeth into your gland and made you scream. His hands were braced on either side of your head as he began to rut into you, his voice rough each time he grunted against your skin. He was stretching you so wide it almost hurt, but you loved it. You dug your fingers into the soft earth when he started moving faster inside you, whining and biting your lip while his hips drove your body into the ground.

Curtis threw his head back and howled when you clenched around him and gasped as your first orgasm ripped through you. Your blood was filling his mouth and he’d never felt more alive, tangling his fingers with yours where your hands were braced against the forest floor. His breath came in heavy grunts as he kept fucking you in deep strokes, your body trembling as another gush of slick was pushed out of you by his fat cock. When he leaned back down to lick your neck you mewled, tilting your head to the side so he could suck on your new mark and lap it clean.

“Say it.” He nuzzled at your hair and crooned when you keened for him, his cock pummeling your swollen, wet pussy until he was soaked in your juices. “Say you’re mine.”

“Curtis…” You whimpered when he bit your ear and squeezed your hands with his. “I’m yours.”

“Fucking right you’re mine.” Curtis wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the ground, swallowing your sharp gasp when he pulled out of you so he could pin you against a tree. “Just mine.”

You wailed when his thick cock penetrated you again, the rough bark of the tree scraping your back as he hammered into you. His breath was hot against your neck as he pressed his body close to yours, chuffing in your ear while your pussy stretched and flexed around him. When you dug your nails into the bunching muscles of his back he groaned, driving deeper and grinning when you gave him a satisfying cry.

The look in his eyes was wild when he rested his forehead against yours, his fingers gripping your waist so tight they were going to bruise. You knew what he wanted. You wanted it too. You needed it, and him. You were never letting him go.

Curtis snarled when you bit his gland at the same time you squirted all over his cock, taking one hand off your waist so he could punch the tree right next to your head so hard the wood cracked. When the bond opened up you both groaned, the intensity of your shared emotions crashing around you as you smashed your lips together. His tongue curled against yours when you wound your arms around his neck, his knot starting to swell as his balls pulled tight.

The bond confirmed that the two of you possessed each other completely, your savage, primal instincts flooding your systems as you lost yourselves in each other. Curtis’s drool was running down your chin while he kissed you sloppily, making you moan as he kept his cock sheathed to the hilt and ground against your swollen clit until you shuddered. Your cunt clenched around him and he roared, his eyes screwing shut as he felt himself teetering on the edge of his peak.

You sobbed when his knot fully inflated and locked him inside you, letting him hold you up while his thick, warm cum flooded your womb. Both of you growled into each other’s mouths while you stayed pressed together, your eyes drinking each other up. Curtis kept rolling his body against yours as you both rode your pleasure out, wanting nothing so much as to keep you full of him for the next four days. Then the sound of one of the drones filled your ears and you hissed when a sharp stinging pain hit your neck. You saw a dart hit Curtis right before you blacked out, your body slumping against his.

When you woke up you were in a strange room, the window looking out at the empty woods where red and gold leaves were falling. You purred when you realized someone had transferred your nest to wherever you were, rubbing your face against one of Curtis’s shirts before rolling over to find him beside you. As soon as he felt you stir he opened his eyes and crawled on top of you, grunting when he just thrust inside you again immediately.

“Ah, fuck.” You moaned when he started to fuck you, your mouth falling open when he grabbed your neck and turned your face so he could lick into your mouth. “Where are we?”

“My cabin.” He drove deep and chuckled when your eyes rolled back in your head. “Had them knock us out so we didn’t rip them apart when they tried to move us. God, you feel so fucking good.”

“I know… shit.” You gripped his shirt tightly when his hips picked up speed, panting into his mouth while your pussy fluttered around him. “Don’t stop.”

“Mine. All fucking mine.” Curtis kissed you deeply and smiled against your lips when you moaned for him. “Anyone touches you again and I’ll rip their fucking spines out.”

“And if you ever go back to any of those whimpering bitches,” You bit his bottom lip until you tasted blood. “I’ll cut your dick off.”

“Good girl.” He growled and started grinding into you again, gripping the hair at the base of your skull and yanking your head back so he could lick your throat. “Don’t want any other bitch, just you and this sweet little cunt. You’re done running.”

[bigtreefest]

My mind is flowing with some ideas, so Len which WIP you think I should work on/you want to see next. I’ve discussed some of them, but feel free to ask questions or screech with me comments, reblogs, and tags.

[shamrockqueen]

Grizzly : Chapter 5

Pairing : Alphas Andy Barber/Curtis Everett/Jake Jensen x omega reader

Warnings : maximum angst, references to smut

Word count : 2194

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Summary : Being a homeless omega was extremely dangerous, which was why you had chosen to take shelter in the nearby woods instead of out in any of the towns. You happen upon not one, not two, but three alpha brothers, marking each day more dangerous than the last.

The cabin was cold, and the chill of the wooden floor seeped straight through his bones. Andy had been awake for some time, only to continue to lay in the new nest of sheets and watch you sleep.

At least he hoped you were sleeping. The white of your eye was still slightly visible, with the possibility that your irises had rolled up into your head some time in the night. But you were breathing, and your scent and body language remained calm.

Soon he’d have to clean up his mess with a damp towel, but he feared that if he left your side, you would begin to squirm and whine again.

The sheet and pillow below your neck were deeply stained with smears of red, with whatever was dry still caked into the back of your hair.

For Andy, the wound on his hand had tried to clot, but some blood still flowed. He had to ball up his hand in the sheet to apply pressure to the cut left on his palm. That would have to be cleaned up as well. He still couldn’t believe he’d crushed that glass cup with the clench of his fist.

The things that a heat can drive an alpha or omega to do can often be pretty dangerous. But he was truly stunned at how you’d stripped away his humanity and hadn’t lifted a single finger.

He was a smart man, wasn’t he?

He’d been in control of intense situations before, and yet he crumbled like loose stones under the quake of your cries in the night. He fell hard to your desperate omega.

When he threw the bloodied top linen in the wash. It was nice that the old machines still worked. There he found the stained sheets from your previous bite. The deep crimson of the other bedding stained his eyes as much as it did the fabric.

That poor omega had two bites to carry; it’s a miracle you didn’t bleed out in his arms last night.

He eventually abandoned the idea of cleaning his mistake from the sheets and climbed the old basement stairs back up to the main house. He turned towards the bedroom, where you still lay on the floor with the blankets he left for you. He waited in the doorway, catching your subdued scent, before leaving and walking into the bathroom.

The image in the mirror that awaited him was the most sickening sight he could behold. Blood smeared along his jaw so that it was almost caked in his beard. He tried to scrub at it with his nails more violently than intended, but it stained his skin like a permanent mark of his sin against both you and his brother.

The mirror showed more than just the evidence of his crimes. He has never looked less like himself in his entire life. He had bags under his now-sunken eyes, clammy skin, and an uncomfortable sweat running along his neck that made him feel like something not human anymore.

Andy was letting you drain him, and he had become unbearably weak.

Where Curtis fulfilled the role of protector, the dog that guards your door in the night and carries you on its back when you can no longer walk, Andy provided emotional comfort.

You gave Curtis energy that would spur him into tending to you and your environment, but it was Andy who gave you energy to fend off the heat and let you sleep.

You had drained him like a greedy leech, and although he had fought to his fullest extent, he wanted nothing more than to feel your omega around him, even at his own expense.

Andy gripped one side of the sink, as his other hand was still fairly tender. It would have to be tended to, but first he’d have to remember where the first aid kit was. He dropped down to check the cupboards under the sink to find the little red plastic case that probably didn’t hold anything more than ointment for insect bites and some bandages, but something was better than nothing.

He’d have no such luck finding any sutures, so a little ointment, some gauze, and tape would have to go a long way as he patched his hand with what little he had.

He cleans up the sink and looks back at the mirror. His beard was still dirty, but there wasn’t any time for a proper shower, or at least he didn’t feel like it right now.

He padded back over to the bedroom to find you still lying there on the floor. He didn’t bother to move you; he just slipped under the blankets beside you instead. At the back of your neck are the remnants of his bite, still staining your skin and not too far from the scar his brother left behind.

Curtis’ bite was deep and had started to scab over already, but Andy’s mark was fresh.

Andy felt low, lower than at any other moment in his life. The pangs of shame and guilt hit harder as he watched your breathing quicken, even as you slept.

He had much better control over himself now, but both his body and his brain knew you still needed comfort from him, so he curled closer to you on the floor and let your scent lull him to sleep once again.

His brother would not find such comfort the night prior. After his bumpy car ride into town had him teetering from awake to barely there, By the time Jake finally got him to a hospital and pulled his older brother out of the car, the knot in Curtis’ stomach had twisted so hard it snapped. Luckily, he hadn’t eaten much, so when the small contents of his stomach spilled out onto the ground, it didn’t make too large of a mess.

It did worry Jake to a greater degree as he had to lead the older man around the puddle of puke and into the entrance of the ER. He goes right up to the lady at the front desk and conveys the emergency to her in full expression: "He has a concussion; he needs to be admitted."

"Okay, what’s his full name and date of birth?" The desk clerk asks as she begins opening the check-in screen on her computer.

"Curtis E. Evans, DOB October 21st, 1991." Jake answers as he readjusts his hold on his brother.

The nurse behind the desk taps away on her computer before questioning further, "OK..and has he been a patient with us before?"

"Uh..I don’t think so."

"Ok, then do you have his insurance information?"

"I don’t see how that fucking matters right now; he has a goddamn concussion!" The level of red tape started to agitate the young man, while the clerk's attitude towards the situation remained unchanged.

"Sir, please lower your voice. We are only following protocol." She hands Jake a clipboard to the hand not holding up his brother and tells him, "Go have a seat, and he will be called when a bed is ready."

Jake snatched the clipboard with his good hand and shuffled his brother to the waiting area, just to get called before he could set the larger man down in a seat. Jake could finally breathe a sigh of relief as the awaiting nurses pulled his brother onto a gurney to wheel him behind a curtain. Jake followed closely behind as the hospital worked around Curtis.

It was a blur as he filled out the rest of the paperwork and answered the nurse’s questions. Curtis ended up with a stitch or two on his forehead and was given a 24-hour watch. Jake tried to call Andy with no answer, deepening his worry for his eldest brother. He didn’t know whether the old phone in the cabin still worked, and even if it did, he didn’t have its number, so all that was left to do was wait.

For a while, after the staff had cleared the area, it was silent aside from the beeping of Curtis’ monitor and the stray cough from any nearby patients left out of sight of either brother.

But, as Jake stared at the gauze wrapped around his brother’s head, he noticed him stir and blink agitatedly at the overhead light. A gruff "Where am I?" Was grumbled into the air as he turned to the younger man.

Jake was silent for a second as he took in his brother's voice before answering. "We’re in the emergency room." His throat felt sore as he tried to swallow down a small wave of sadness.

Curtis’ eyes opened more widely to take in the sterile surroundings, and it made the air in the curtained area feel thin.

"Where is she?" His voice was low and weak as he asked after the omega.

"We left her behind..we... We didn’t know what was going on." Jake spoke as calmly as he could muster as he watched his brother's eyes fill with unspilled tears.

"Why didn’t you tell us you had a new omega?" Jake tried to decipher the emotions that washed over the other man’s face. Neither he nor Andy would have ever imagined that their brother would bond with a new omega, not after losing his mate. But at the very least, they would have been understanding.

Curtis can only breathe, trying to get as much oxygen in as he can before the room starts to spin. "I didn’t…"

"She..was just there…she had broken in, and I found her, and I…" the dam broke, and he spilled his pain down his face in a bead of hot tears as the last of his words choked him.

Jake waits, wanting desperately for his brother to find his voice again. But, he could only hold it in for so long before asking, "What happened?"

The question holds heavy between them as Curtis fights off the weight in his chest.

"You can tell me, man. I swear you could tell me anything, no matter what..please." Jake soothes him as best as he can, but he’s in awe and is a bit scared by the sight of Curtis crying; he’s never seen either of his brothers cry, or at least can never remember a time that he had.

Curtis tried to cough the knot in his throat loose before he had to tell the tale of horror that unfolded for this poor omega girl.

"I-I showed up to get the cabin in order…she was there, and her heat just filled the whole room. I couldn’t think; I barely knew where I was, and…and.." His jaw clenched in protest of the admission, but the need for the truth outweighed it, and Curtis spoke plainly and said, "I hurt that girl, Jake."

"Oh, my god," Jake sighed uncomfortably under his breath. His eyes grew wide as the world around them spun out of control.

"Curtis..you didn't."

"I knotted her…she was screaming…" He rubbed his hand over his face as he continued, "And then we just drowned in it."

"Oh god. Jake, I hurt that girl."

"Curtis, please, there has to be more to it."

"I ra…"

"Stop!" Jake was standing now, holding onto the bed rail. Whatever Curtis thinks he did, there’s no way it was true. He hoped there had to be more to what happened. The Curtis he knew wouldn’t commit such a heinous crime.

"We’re gonna get you some medicine to fight off whatever happened to you. We’re gonna get you better, and whoever this girl is, we're gonna take care of her, I swear." Jake wanted to reach out and hug his older brother, just to make the world stop moving so fucking fast.

"We’re gonna figure this out, ok?" Jake knew that whatever Curtis was talking about sounded terrible, but he loved his brother, and right now he wanted to be there for him.

It would be a long 24 hours until he could bring his brother back to the cabin. There wasn’t anywhere else Jake could take him, and without his new ‘mate' Curtis’ alpha blood boiled uncomfortably under his skin.

Many times in the night, his mood would swing in and out of control. From crying to screaming and demanding to be released to just staring blankly at the nearby wall, hoping it would all just end The worst of it was around 1am. Curtis shot upright out of bed and tried bolting out of the room, the IV still firm in his veins, as Jake lept after him.

He lost control. He was screaming, but he didn’t make it far. The nurses rushed after him as he fell to his knees, pain radiating through his veins like acid. He couldn’t breathe, and in his last few breaths before collapsing, he mumbled, "omega..no."

A chain had been pulled tighter and tighter the further he was from you, and something, someone had rattled it.

The rest of the night ahead would be spent twitching and tossing in a stiff hospital bed, unaware of what his brother had just done to the omega.

@openup-yourmind

Chapter 6

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Niamh’s Reading List and Recommendations - February

To help combat the community tags hiding fics that deserve all the attention in the world, I have been saving the links to fics I have read this past month so I can share them and hopefully help others find amazing writers and fics

Please heed any and all warnings given by the creators!

In The Present (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork - A delightful little drabble for an amazing series that truly shows how much of an A-Hole Jake was and how Honey is in a much better place now

Arranged Series Drabble: Sempre e per sempre (Mafia!Chris Evans x Reader) by @time-for-a-lullaby / @time-for-a-library - A gorgeous glimpse in the the far future of Mob!Chris and his family! And I’m loving grandpa Chris because he’s definitely one sexy silver fox

His Hand Or Nothing (Biker!Ari Levinson x Reader) by @angrythingstarlight - A sexy little drabble that is both super fluffy and leave you begging for more

Only You (Cowboy!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @flordeamatista - cute little cowboy steve drabble to warm your heart

Cute Chris (Chris Evans x Reader) by @lives-in-midgard - super cute and sweet little drabble

Whoops (Chris Evans x Reader) by @time-for-a-lullaby / @time-for-a-library - if you love accidental ‘i love you’ proclamations like me you’ll love this

The Pack What If (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork - love conquers evil in this amazing what if!

Life’s Short So Make It Sweet: Part 18 (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork - Curtis + phone sex + toys = one hell of a chapter!

I’m Not Okay Part 1 (Chris Evans x Reader) by @time-for-a-lullaby / @time-for-a-library - perfectly titled because I was not okay after reading it! So heartbreaking but so beautiful!

I’m Not Okay Part 2 (Chris Evans x Reader) by @time-for-a-lullaby / @time-for-a-library - did someone say a proclamation of love mid fight? Yes please!

Unusual First Date (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @americas-ass-writing - super sweet and cute way to spend your first date

Invisible (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @americas-ass-writing - a very real fic about feeling left out and invisible with a sweet ending

What A Time…. (Chris Evans x Reader) by @time-for-a-lullaby / @time-for-a-library - Another brilliant ex’s to lovers

2am Pancakes (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork - the best kind of car rides are the ones where you don’t go anywhere 

Search and rescue pt 1 (SAR!Chris Evans x Reader) by @time-for-a-lullaby / @time-for-a-library - well if falling off a cliff leads to a rescue like this… im finding my nearest cliff

I have to say i'm pleasantly surprised with the number of fics I managed to read this month! I thought it was only going to be 5 at most! Clearly forgot I had read some of these but all the more reason for a re-read!

Please go show these writers some love and if you have any recommendations for me send them my way in my ask box, my dms or just tag me in your fics!