#alpha!Jake Jensen x reader

[imaginedreamwrite]

Soft Saturday? Alpha Jake holding his cub for the first time, please!

“Hello beautiful,” Jake’s voice is a wavering reminder of the world he cradles in his arms while his universe sleeps beside him, “we’re gonna try not to wake mama bear up, right?”

His eyes study his baby, his beautiful little pup resting soundly and softly in his arms, and for a moment he’s relieved and in the next he’s aware of the dangers of his life.

“I’m gonna be a good daddy for you, the best. And princess…your momma—” Jake looks over his shoulder and preens, a sense of pride cathartically surging in his chest. “—your momma is the best damn thing to happen to both of us, I’d die for her.”

Jake coddles your pup, cooing and shushing her gently while she whines. Theres a moment when Jake thinks she’s going to wake, where he thinks that she’s going to make a fuss and wake you up, however she quiets down and pressed further into his arms.

“You’re your mommy’s baby, you are your mommy’s spitting image and I’m damn thankful for that. You,” Jake leaned in and brushed his nose against hers, “and your mama are my whole world. My whole universe is you, don’t tell her that though. I don’t want her to know how much power she has over me.”

Jake was thoughtful for a moment and then he grinned. “Who are we kidding? She already knows.”

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His Scarred Omega Part 4

Part 3 / Series Masterlist

Relationship: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: ~1900

Summary: Bucky celebrates his first Halloween with his daughter and Omega.

Warnings: insecure Omega, flirty Bucky, flirty Jake, sappy-happy Bucky

A/N: I wrote this story really fast as I mentioned above. It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

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With Halloween growing ever closer, Bucky invites Omega and Gracie to a friend’s place for a family-friendly party. Jake’s assured Bucky his niece would be there, someone Gracie’s own age as well as some others to keep them from being too bored. Steve also promises there will be plenty of homes they can trick-or-treat from, giving Gracie something else to look forward to.

Bucky can’t help taking several pictures of Gracie in her costume. (Omega managed to divert her away from the Harley Quinn costume and into something a bit more kid appropriate.)

He also snaps a couple of Omega when she isn’t looking to save on his phone.

Gracie’s now going as cute little witch. Her blue eyes are sparkling with a bit of help from her mischievous nature, so like his own, and some eyeshadow that Omega helps her put on. The costume’s light-up abilities really sold themselves when Omega presented it to Gracie as did Bucky’s endorsement of the costume.

“You look beautiful, sweet girl,” he assures her when she does a final spin for him.

“What about Auntie? She looks nice, too, doesn’t she?”

Bucky glances at Omega and nods. His lips quirk into a small grin as he takes in the Greek goddess dress she’s put on. She’s added a few golden adornments she’s made to complete her look along with some golden accent makeup that makes her face glow.

“No, I think nice isn’t the right word, sweet girl. I think the word we need for this moment is beautiful or maybe breathtaking. What do you think?”

Omega’s cheeks are heating at his praise though she’s shaking her head at him even as a smile makes her that much more stunning in his eyes.

Gracie eventually breaks through the spell casting around them as she agrees with Bucky.

Omega is doing her best not to let Bucky’s flirting get to her. There’s no way in the world he can ever be interested in her, not after everything with Dot. Besides, she knows he’s just being nice to keep himself in her good graces where Gracie is concerned.

She can tell he’s gearing up to ask for a weekend with Gracie that includes an overnight at his place. As much as Omega isn’t sure she’s ready for that, she also knows that Bucky and Gracie are growing closer to one another. It’s only natural he wants more time with his daughter, especially with so much time he’s already lost with her.

To get them back on safer ground, Omega steers the conversation back on track by saying, “I think Bucky looks quite the pirate, don’t you, Gracie? Looks like he could take over a ship in the harbor and sail away any moment.”

Bucky grins at that. “I’d never sail anywhere without my best girls at my side. Gonna need someone to make sure I don’t get seasick, you know.”

“Somehow, I doubt you get seasick. Those legs of yours look sturdy enough to handle even the roughest seas.”

It hits Omega a second later what she’s said, her cheeks heating further with the tips of her ears and neck joining in, too.

Bucky, thankfully, doesn’t comment further on her obvious embarrassment, but then, the weird connection they share between them tells her he’s quite flattered at her appreciation of his legs. Neither of them still have a clue why this connection exists between them, but they have slowly come to accept it over the last couple of weeks.

Soon enough, they’re heading towards Jake’s home with Steve and Angel.

Gracie doesn’t stop asking questions about his friends and Jake’s niece. Her hope of gaining a new friend is quite palpable as she’s been struggling in school to accomplish the same. Then again, it’s harder to make friends when you’re dumped in a new school after the start of the year.

Bucky’s certain she’ll find her footing soon enough as she’s only been in the school a couple of weeks.

He’s been checking in with her teacher about how she’s doing, something he’s been able to do since Omega added him to Gracie’s file. Sure, he’s only added as an emergency contact, but he’s hoping that will change to full guardianship soon enough alongside Omega’s name.

According to her teacher, she’s settling in well enough though she’s still a bit on the quieter side. She’s quite helpful though she does tend to stick to herself rather than branch out, but her teacher is seeing some signs that Gracie is adjusting and reaching out to her classmates, giving Bucky the assurance she’ll be fine.

When Jake’s home comes into view, Bucky can’t help the small smile curling the corners of his lips as he glances at both Gracie and Omega. He can’t wait to show off his daughter to his friends and her sweet Omega aunt.

Angel meets him at the door and immediately smiles at Omega and Gracie.

“Oh, there’s our guests of honor. It’s so nice to see you both again. Come in. Come in. Jake is so eager to meet you both. Plus, his niece just got here and is already bored with us grownups. Would you like to meet her, Gracie?”

Gracie grins at Angel and takes her hand without hesitation.

Bucky motions Omega in after him and manages to lean in to say softly, “You really are breathtaking, Precious.”

Omega doesn’t get the chance to say anything as Steve and Jake converge on them.

Jake earns a deep growl from Bucky when he dares to awkwardly flirt with Omega after their introductions. Rather than be scared though, Jake just shoots Bucky a cheeky grin while holding his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

“Only fair since you flirted with mine when you first met her.”

Omega arches a brow at Bucky then. “So, you have flirted with Angel then?”

“Only to mess with this dork. Angel will never have eyes for another alpha but him.”

Before Omega can get away, he wraps an arm around her waist and tugs her close enough so he can whisper, “Besides, there’s only one omega that has my undivided attention these days.”

“You don’t have to say things you don’t mean, Bucky. Gracie’s already half in love with you as her dad. You don’t have to keep flattering me to win her over.”

The guarded look in Omega’s eyes has Bucky pulling her closer. His free hand cups her cheek, his thumb running over her cheekbone.

“What if I’m trying to win you over, too? What do I need to say or do for you to realize I think you’re the most wonderful, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, Precious?”  

Omega doesn’t know what to say to that. As much as she wants to believe Bucky, she also can’t help wondering if he’s done this with Dot or any number of other omegas in the years they’ve lost touch.

Besides that, she knows she’s not like other omegas. She’s definitely no Dot. She’s never pretended to be. Maybe that’s why it’d been so easy for her future alpha to claim Dot while she’d been working hard for their future and Gracie’s. Doesn’t mean the betrayal doesn’t hurt any less though.

Can she trust another alpha to not hurt her again? Can she trust Bucky?

She’s still waiting for him to decide he’s done enough to claim Gracie through the courts and sever any connections she has with Gracie. It’s something she’s seen happen before, and she can’t handle the thought of losing the last member of her family.

It takes her a moment longer than it should’ve to feel and recognize the deep rumble pouring out of Bucky and into her. His hold on her tightens as he does his best to soothe the dark thoughts swirling within her.

This darn connection between them is proving quite maddening. It’s giving her hope where she shouldn’t have any. Bucky, for all intents and purposes, will forever belong to Dot because of Gracie. It’s a futile hope for Omega to think that she can ever compete with Dot’s memory or believe she can wriggle into his heart where she wouldn’t mind being.

It’s all his fault, too.

The constant flowers every weekend he spends with her and Gracie. Doing his best to spoil her as much as he does Gracie on their outings. He’s never failed to buy her something wherever they go, especially something she eyes while they’re there. He never fails to defer to her judgment where Gracie is concerned, too, wanting to make sure he never oversteps.

And hundreds of other tiny things he’s done for her and Gracie since they bumped into him that day.

In just these few short weeks, he’s managed to turn her crush into something so much deeper, and she’s not sure she can or wants to be mad about it.

“Will you and Gracie come back to my place tonight? I have something I want to show you.”

“All our stuff is back home,” she whispers, the only excuse she can latch onto to deny him.

He simply smiles against her skin. She can feel it as he presses the softest kiss to her hair that she’s ever experienced in her life. It’s enough to weaken her resolve and her knees.

“I’ve been preparing for this, Precious. You and Gracie will have everything you need for a single night away.”

“I’ll consider it,” she says before Steve comes to check on them at Angel’s behest.

The rest of the evening, Omega manages to keep Bucky at arm’s length for her sanity. She spends as much time as she can helping Angel out between serving up food and keeping the few kiddos out of trouble.

Gracie and Jake’s niece end up hitting it off so well that both are already begging for sleepovers and other playdates together.

True to Steve’s word, the neighborhood ends up being one of the best trick-or-treating locations with almost all the houses offering candy to the kids traveling between the houses. Some even go so far as to offer up some small but creative haunted houses for the kids to shriek and laugh their way through.

It’s in one of these that Bucky finally gets the chance to have Omega at his side once again. His hand remains firmly interlaced with hers as they see all the spooky sights, tightening in the few instances where a jump scare lands successfully. Hearing Omega’s small yelps and her other hand wrapping around his arm puffs him up in ways he never thought to feel again. It’s definitely intoxicating and something he wants to experience over and over again.

When they finally return to Jake’s home, Gracie can barely keep her eyes open.

Bucky’s carrying her while Omega has her sack of candy.

“You have fun, sweet girl?”

Gracie nods against his neck, a huge yawn escaping. “Do we have to go home?”

“Yeah, we do, but I promise you’ll see your new friend again soon. Auntie and I’ll make sure of it.”

“I love you, Daddy,” she says as sleep claims her.

Bucky’s knees nearly buckle as tears of pure joy blur his vision. He brings his hand up to rub at her back as he whispers back, “I love you, too, my sweet girl. Always and forever.”

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Verse Masterlist / Main Masterlist

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Grizzly: Chapter 6

Pairing : Alphas Andy Barber/Curtis Everett/Jake

Jensen x omega reader

Warnings : maximum angst, Sexual contact,

Word count :

A03 link

Masterlist

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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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2024 Kinktober Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day 16: Spanking (Johnny Storm (CE) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

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

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

Day 19: Hate Sex (Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader) 👿🌙🔥

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

Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[buckys-wintersoldier]

🎃 Trick or Treat 🎃

Usually there aren’t many people who join those things here, but I just try it again, because I’m in a mood to do so. The rules are below the prompts. Dividers are made by me.

It’s spooky season — that means you can either get a trick or a treat. Soooo…

If you’re brave enough… you’re going to knock at the house that’s at the edge of the village. They say it belongs to the witch/werewolf/vampire. Lots of stories are told about the people who may live there but only a few are brave enough to actually knock at their door…

What kind of creature is living in the house?

Witch/Wizard

Werewolf

Vampire

Demon

Angel

Alien

Mermaid

Human

Whatever else you can think about?

Who is the creature?

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

Max Burnett

Lloyd Hansen

Steve Kemp

Random Drysdale

Lee Bodecker

Jake Jensen

Nick Fowler

Loki Laufeyson

Logan Howlet/Wolverine

Tony Stark

Someone else…?

Do you get a trick or a treat?

Trick (dark and/or angst)

Treat (fluff and/or smut)

Or are you greedy/are they nice and you get both?

You look at them and notice they are…

Soulmates

Best friends to lovers

Strangers to lovers

Ex’s to lovers

Dads best friend

Boyfriends dad

Mob/Mafia

Alpha/Omega

Sex worker

Teacher

Roommates

Stepcest

Royalty

Farmer

Bodyguard

What ever they could be when you see them?

What do they say when you open the door?

“Thought you can walk in here without consequences?”

“You want more? Better get to work and beg.”

“I thought you will never say it.”

“You’re pretty like that.”

“Couldn’t imagine any other way.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re no better.”

“Special? You’re nothing more but a toy.”

“I don’t make love. I fuck.”

“I never felt that way for anyone, ever before.”

“Maybe you didn’t notice. But I fucking love you.”

“Spread them. Further.”

“There you go. Doing so good for me.”

“I love you, if you want me or not. I can’t and won’t change my feelings for you.”

“That’s what you want? Greedy little thing.”

“You should have listened when I said ‘go home’.”

“You’re mine. It’s all fucking mine.”

“I never thought you would feel the same way.”

“It’s not like I don’t want to. I’m just scared.”

“You can’t break my heart, it’s already shattered since he left.”

“Forever is a long time.” “As long as it’s with you.”

Rules:

You can join and write yourself or send in a request

Please be nice, comment and reblog -> it supports and motives a whole lot

If you join:

Put a read more of you write more than 500 words

You don’t have to choose one of everything, feel free to mix them in whatever way and kind you want

Please tag me @buck-star and #sydneyshalloweentt

Feel free to write smut, fluff, angst, dark, a mix of everything

You can write reader insert or character x character whatever you want to write for

It’s going until the end of November because why not some Halloween mood until we can go into Christmas mood

Anything else? Have fun. If you have questions feel free to ask

Some people who might be interested or at least brave enough to knock at the door of the (whoever you choose) house:

@holylulusworld @thevillainswhore @elixirfromthestars @navybrat817 @buckgasms @bigtreefest @highonmarvel @julvrs @jiyascepter @lanabuckybarnes @multiversefanfics @ronearoundblindly @whitexwolfxx310 @whatever-lmaoo @sergeantbarnessdoll @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @flowersforbucky @brunchable @aquaticmercy @nickfowlerrr @lives-in-midgard @cevansbrat0007 @witchywithwhiskey

[evansbby]

𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐚����𝐭𝐲! (𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞) (𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dark!Steve, possessive Steve, alcohol consumption, mentions of: inebriation. 18+ minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve and omega find themselves at yet another frat party. 

“You having fun, baby?” Steve whispers in your ear before he resumes pressing kisses down your neck. He’s got an almost finished beer in one hand, but his other hand is free to fondle you. He rubs up and down your bare arm before his fingers settle on your thigh and give it a squeeze.

You’re at another frat party with Steve, and they’ve become slightly more bearable now. But the loud, thumping music and the bazillion bodies crammed into one frat house still make you extremely nervous. As does the copious amounts of alcohol that everyone around you seems to be downing — especially Steve, who’s consumed about seven beers, plus plenty of shots (yes, you were keeping track).

“It’s alright.” You answer his question, hoping no one is watching while Steve practically devours your face and neck with sloppy kisses. He’s clearly a bit drunk. And of course, very horny, since he’d dragged you into this dim corner to make out about ten minutes ago. And you were thankful for the semi-privacy, because before that he’d been pawing at you and sticking his hands up your dress in front of everyone — which wasn’t ideal but Steve never cared what anyone else thought.

“Mm, doesn’t sound like you’re enjoying yourself.” He muses, bringing his beer up to your lips, “you sure you don’t want a taste, baby? To loosen you up a bit?” His pupils are dark and dilated, but there’s a glint in them all the same as he nudges the can against your lips. “C’mon, omega, one tiny sip?”

“No thank you, Steve,” you say politely, shooting him a pleading look. Alcohol of any kind still scares you and brings back bad memories, but you’re happy that at least Steve’s a happy drunk.

He shrugs and downs it himself. And then his eyes narrow and you follow his gaze towards a bunch of girls in the middle of the room. They’re clearly drunk, stumbling around and climbing on top of a table to dance.

“Stupid sluts.” Steve comments darkly, clutching you closer to him as if he thinks you’ll run and join them or something. “Those are the type of girls who’ll never find a mate. No alpha is interested in slutty attention-seekers like that, you understand?” He strokes your hair like you’re his pet, leaning down to give you another possessive kiss, “You’re lucky you’re nothing like them, baby. You’re sweet and innocent, and—”

“Steve! There you are! I’ve been looking for you all night! I was wondering if you could give me some feedback on my performance in the last football game?”

It’s Jake Jensen. He sidles up to the two of you with an eager grin on his face and a drink in his hand, and Steve mutters a string of curses against your lips.

“Go the fuck away, Jensen. What have I told you about approaching me outside of football?” Steve grunts, glaring meanly at the younger alpha. And then he pulls you closer against him with a firm, possessive arm around your waist.

Jensen’s face falls, “I just thought I played kind of well, you know? Thought I proved myself in your eyes, and I’d love if you could just tell me what you thought—”

“You’re the shittiest player on the team, Jensen.” Steve says nonchalantly and you wince. How mean! And it wasn’t even true, because you’d been to a few of Steve’s practices now and Jake seemed like he was a good player, in your opinion.

“Oh.” Jake looks crestfallen as he turns to leave. But someone bumps into him from behind, and in slow-motion, the drink in Jake’s hand spills all over you, seeping through your dress and soaking you down to the skin.

“JENSEN, YOU FUCKING MORON!” Steve explodes, pushing you behind him before he grabs a shell-shocked Jake by the collar, shaking the poor freshman boy till his glasses fall down his nose. “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU EMBARRASS MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

Jake looks white as a ghost, “I-I didn’t mean to—” he turns to you with a pleading look in his eyes, “I’m sorry! I’m really, really sorry!”

“It’s okay!” You squeak but you’re not sure anyone hears you. Steve growls angrily when he sees that Jake is talking directly to you. But what happens next is even worse. In his panicked state, Jake drunkenly fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and starts dabbing at your drenched dress with it.

Predictably, Steve loses it.

“ARE YOU FUCKING TOUCHING MY GIRLFRIEND, JENSEN? Are you really that fucking stupid?” Steve gives Jake an almighty push that has the younger alpha staggering back with a fearful look in his eyes. And you know that a sober Steve would’ve killed the poor guy, but a drunken Steve still has a lot of wrath despite his sluggish movements. “You think my girl’s gonna feel sorry for you? You think you have a chance with her? Fuckin’ pawing at her like she’s a free piece of ass?!”

You wince before grabbing Steve’s arm and telling him to stop. But it’s no use and everyone knows it. You’re just lucky that the alcohol in Steve’s system has slowed him down a bit, because sober Steve would’ve murdered the poor boy in ten seconds flat.

“I didn’t paw at her, I was just trying to help her!” Jake protests.

“Are you calling me a liar, Jensen?” Steve seethes. “You’ve had your creepy eyes on my girl since day one, don’t think I can’t tell! I’m not fucking blind, you dumbass moron! I’ll have you kicked off the football team for even looking at her! Hell, I’ll have you fucking expelled, even. How does that sound, dumbass?” He shakes the poor freshman by his collar, “huh? How does that fucking sound??”

Jake looks like he’s about to cry, or piss himself out of fear. Thankfully, that’s when a few other alphas from the football team intervene. It takes both Thor and Sam to pry Steve off of Jensen, and you see Sam whisper something in Steve’s ear as Thor leads Jake away.

“Can you take him away to cool off somewhere?” Sam’s voice snaps you out of your frozen state and you nod, happy to be of some use.

Steve is drunker than you originally thought, and helping his considerably larger, 6’6 frame down the hallway takes every ounce of your strength — which isn’t a lot to begin with.

“Can you believe Jensen thinks he has a chance with you?” Steve scoffs, slurring his words as he leans against you. You thank your lucky stars that he can still keep himself up somewhat, because if he put even an ounce more of weight against you, you’d probably both end up on the floor.

“Flirting with my omega right in front of my fucking eyes!” Steve fumes, more to himself now as you both navigate down this random hallway. You don’t even know where you’re meant to be taking him—you just want to get him as far away from Jake and more alcohol as possible.

“You’re the prettiest girl on campus, as if he ever stood a chance. I should shove his fucking glasses up his ass for touching you like that. Son of a bitch.”

The compliment makes you pause, your heart lifting. Steve thought you were the prettiest girl on campus? Well, he was drunk and not thinking clearly, because it obviously wasn’t true. Not when his ex looked like a supermodel.

You don’t have time to ponder over his words, however, because the big alpha stumbles just as soon as your fingers curl around a random doorknob, and both of you fall into a bathroom that’s thankfully unoccupied. 

“Aha! You dragged me in here so we could fuck, didn’t you?” Steve’s eyes twinkle with mischief as he reaches down to pinch your ass. You yelp softly, but remember not to bat his hand away because you’re not allowed to do that - whether he’s drunk or sober, it doesn’t matter. 

“Wh-What, no!” You protest but he’s not listening. He grabs you by the hips and yanks you forward, flipping the lid of the toilet seat down before taking a seat and pulling you into his lap. 

“Aww, my little baby omega got horny at the party, so you decided to take me somewhere private, hm?” He sponges kisses down your neck, hands slipping up to fondle your breasts through your dress. It suddenly makes you acutely aware of how wet the material still is from the drink that was dropped on you earlier, and the stench of alcohol seems to be sticking to your skin.

It’s when Steve starts fingering your panties and pulling them aside that you jump off his lap and make a beeline for the sink. 

“I’m sorry, Steve. It’s just... my dress is completely drenched.” You try not to let it affect you but you can feel your lower lip wobble and your eyes begin to water. It’s a weird reaction that’s come out of nowhere, but the strong smell of booze only brings back unsavoury memories of things you really don’t want to remember.

“Come back, omega.” Steve orders you, palming his dick through his jeans. “You got me all hard, baby. Well, I’m always hard when I’m with you, but that’s besides the point. Now get back here.”

You try splashing water on your dress and scrubbing away the smell but all that does is make you feel wetter and even more disgusting. Panic begins to set in, what if the smell never came off? What if you were doomed to spend the rest of the party in this booze-soaked dress? The smell was already taking you back… all you had to do was close your eyes and you were back at home, with all the yelling and screaming and hitting and–

“No, no, no!” You shake your head, sinking down to the floor. It’s only when you try (and fail) to breathe that you realise you’re having a panic attack.

“Hey. Come back to me.” Steve’s voice cuts through your racing thoughts, his warm hands cupping your cheeks and his potent scent helping you breathe. “Come back, omega. I’m right here.”

You feel tiny in his arms as he draws you close, but you can’t help but hug him so hard that he stumbles back a few steps.

“Don’t like the smell.” You whimper against his chest. “It won’t come off my dress, Steve. I’m sorry.” You don’t know why you’re apologising but you have feeling so helpless and panicked. All you want is to go home and take a warm shower where you scrub yourself raw to get this smell off of you.

“Well, that’s an easy fix.”

Steve rips your dress in half. One second, it’s on your body. The next second, you’re standing there in your underwear, the material of your dress torn in two sorry-looking rags in either of Steve’s hands. Your alpha smirks triumphantly, as if he’s just solved world peace and world hunger all in one night. “See? Problem solved.”

“B-But how will I get home? I have nothing else to wear!”

Your alpha shrugs off his own sweatshirt and pops it over your head. And it’s like every single worry dissipates from your mind once the soft, heavy material of his sweatshirt hits your skin. It’s thick and of good quality, and so much cosier than the tight dress you’d had on. Plus, it smells absolutely heavenly.

“Thank you.” You hug him again, pressing your face against his bare chest. On any normal occasion, you’d be way too shy to show this much affection to him. You have problems giving him simple eye contact and holding his hand, hugging him is something you can’t even imagine doing off your own accord. But you’re so thankful to have the alcohol-soaked dress away from you, that Steve may as well be your knight in shining armour right now.

A very drunk knight in shining armour.

“See, there isn’t a problem I can’t solve.” Steve boasts, hugging you back and kissing the top of your head. He’s always touchy with you but it’s usually a lot more lewd. This, standing here hugging in a stranger’s bathroom, slightly swaying together, it feels a lot more intimate. Romantic, even.

He half carries you to the bathtub, and you let out a squeak of protest when he casually just settles down inside it. Lying down and pulling you on top of him, your back to his chest. You giggle, “Steve! You have a huge, king-sized bed at home, you don’t need to sleep here!” (You’re hopeful that he might call an uber and take you home because you’ve had about enough of this party).

Steve booms with laughter, “Home? What am I, a pussy? Let’s just rest our eyes, and then we’ll go back downstairs and party some more.”

He doesn’t rest his eyes, however. For the next five minutes, you lie there while he just… stares at you. His blue eyes dilated till they’re practically black, blinking down at you where you lie on his chest. But you’re far too cosy to feel uncomfortable, with the combined heat of Steve’s bare skin and the sweatshirt you’re wearing keeping you cocooned in delicious warmth. You just wish the alcohol-stench memories would go away, because they keep flashing inside your head every time your eyes grow heavy.

“You’ve still got that look on your face.” Steve muses, heavy hand drunkenly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You look up at him imploringly, “What look?”

“Your nightmare face.” Steve says matter-of-factly, wrapping his arms around you even tighter as your head snaps upwards.

“My wh-what?”

“Your nightmare face. You do it all the time in your sleep. You start frowning and whimpering.” Steve shrugs, tracing the planes of your face with his pointer finger. Stroking your cheekbone before going down to rub over your bottom lip. “A lot of the time, you start doing it when I get up early to go to the gym. But then I just throw your toy at you and it seems to work because you calm down.”

You can’t quite wrap your head around what you’re hearing, “M-My toy?”

Steve rolls his eyes, “The little fluffy guy. Steve Junior or whatever.” He bats his hand dismissively and knocks over a bottle of shampoo and a bodywash, which he seems to find hilarious because he bursts out laughing, “Whoops.”

“I’m sorry!” You blurt out, feeling your palms begin to sweat. “I didn’t realise I had a nightmare face, and it’s not your job to have to take care of me when I… do all that.”

He kisses you, lips soft as a pillow as they work against yours. It amazes you how sweetly Steve kisses you sometimes, and how tender and careful he’s being right now despite the fact that he’s so drunk. Even the taste of alcohol on his tongue doesn’t seem to bother you because it’s him, and you can’t get enough of him.

“I wish I knew what gets you so scared every night.” He whispers against your lips, cupping your face and holding you close. He takes a deep breath, his long lashes fanning his cheekbones as he strokes your cheeks. “I hope it’s not me.”

“It’s not.” You breathe, but it’s swallowed by his kiss, which is more passionate and deeper now as he begins to pull you closer to him. His hands slip up the sweatshirt you have on, cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze. And that’s when you know that the tender moment is over, and Steve is horny once more.

“Just a quickie,” Steve murmurs excitedly, and it’s crazy how quickly his mind has jumped to sex, and you wonder if he’ll remember how sweet he was just a few seconds ago. It made your heart skip a beat, but now he’s trying to peel your clothes off. “C’mon, baby. Gotta be inside you right now. Gotta–”

The bathroom door crashes open at the exact moment, and Steve lets out a string of curse words under his breathe as your eyes register who it is…

“Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!” Jake Jensen mutters to himself, clearly unaware that he’s not alone in the bathroom. The sound of him unzipping his fly has you gasping and covering your eyes as Steve jumps to his feet and drags you up with him.

“JENSEN, DON’T YOU DARE WHIP YOUR DICK OUT IN FRONT OF MY GIRLFRIEND, OR ELSE I’LL GOUGE YOUR FUCKING EYES OUT!”

THE END FUK BYEEEEEE IDK WHAT THIS WAS I’M NOT TOO PROUD OF IT, I JUST... IDK HOW TO WRITE STEVE IN DRABBLES BC I DON’T WANT TO DEVELOP HIS CHARACTER, SINCE THAT IS FOR THE MAIN FIC!!!! IDEK YALL FUCKKKKK BYE

[imaginedreamwrite]

Everything For You

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: An arranged marriage/mateship that started in childhood, didn’t make things any easier for you after Jake comes back from his time in the army to claim his omega and take his place at the head of the mafia

Pairing/tropes: alpha!mob!Jake Jensen x plus-sized!omega!Reader, mob au, a/b/o au, arranged marriage, potential soft-dark elements

[callalillywrites]

Their Sweet Omega

So, this idea came expressly from this imagining and I'll admit I got a bit carried away by the idea. I really hope @thezombieprostitute doesn't mind that I took this idea and ran with it.

Part 2 / Series Masterlist

Relationship: Alpha!Jake Jensen / Beta!Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers / Omega!Reader

Rating: Pure Fluff

Word Count: ~2100

Summary: Jake and Steve have been searching for an Omega to call their own. Their luck hasn't been all that great until an Omega literally lands in their laps one day.

A/N: I have a lot more I want to add to this little universe, but I'll see how it goes I guess with everything else I've got going on at this point. I do hope you enjoy this little bit of fluff as it's my first ever A/B/O I've ever written. It's proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Jake Jensen isn’t your typical Alpha, but he’s a good one according to Steve Rogers, his Beta. Jake isn’t built like other Alphas though he does have an understated strength to him that many overlook, but it’s his gentleness and anti-bullying policies that really made it easy for Steve to align himself and fall in love with Jake.

Steve isn’t always the greatest Beta. He can be headstrong and maybe a little bit reckless especially when he’s seeing something going down that shouldn’t.

He also doesn’t have the greatest health. He’s not nearly as sickly as he might’ve been in, say, the 1930s, but he’s still considered not the healthiest by modern standards, either. He’s also rather short compared to other guys his age. Jake stands about a foot taller than Steve on a good day, even more when chronic illness slumps Steve’s shoulders and keeps him in bed.

Because of his poorer health, Steve has a harder time holding down any type of job for long. That doesn’t bug Jake though as he makes more than enough with his cyber security job and his freelancing software programming gigs on the side.

In fact, he encourages Steve to build up his painting and drawing hobbies, buying Steve the best supplies and even building him a website and social media following. Steve does quite well with it, too, since it allows him to work at his own pace while still feeling like he’s contributing to the household as well.

The only thing really missing in their lives is an Omega they can call their own. It’s not like they haven’t been looking, either, but the few Omegas they had been interested in had left them wanting. They’d either been disappointed that Jake wasn’t ‘Alpha’ enough for them or they didn’t really see Steve as anything more than an attachment of Jake. They refused to give up hope though.

Neither really counted on how one lucky Wednesday morning would change everything for them.

Jake decides to treat Steve to a whole day of pampering and quality time together after the past few busier weeks they’d been enduring. Jake had just finished a major project at work while Steve had finished one of his biggest commissions to date. It was a time to celebrate, relax, and enjoy each other’s company.

It’s why they ended up at the cute little café near their place. Jake stands in line to place their orders while Steve claims a small table and chairs near the windows. Steve likes to people watch and draw whatever he sees, always carrying a small sketchbook for such an occasion everywhere he goes.

Both notice the cute Omega at the front of the line. How could they not? The sweet Omega smells like cinnamon rolls and vanilla. It’s a heady concoction, but they also notice that she’s getting plenty of other attention from other Alphas that she’d probably prefer over Jake anyway. She even seems to be chatting with one of said Alphas while she waited for her order to finish prep.

That changes when her order is called.

When she bids the Alpha a good day, the Alpha bumps her and sends her scrambling and careening into the table where Steve sat. Her drink spills all down her best business outfit while she lands into Steve’s lap. Her impact on his unsuspecting self sends them both to the floor though Steve manages to keep himself under her despite the pain shooting up his spine for his efforts.

Omega is horrified. She sees the small drops of her drink that have landed on Steve’s work and on his clothes. Her apologies can’t come out fast enough as she searches out napkins or anything really to help mop up the mess, not caring about her own dripping state.

It takes Steve a moment to get past the pain shooting up his spine, but he’s doing his best to assure her that his work is fine and that he’s fine. He’s far more concerned to know if she’s okay after the spill she’d taken. Her clothes are matting against her body, and he knows that can’t be comfortable.

What he doesn’t expect is her to stop her frantic cleaning to stare down at his sketch. He really doesn’t expect her to recognize it or him as the online artist, but she does. She even confirms it by whispering, “I can’t believe I messed up your latest masterpiece. I’m so, so sorry” and follows it up with his online name. He’s a bit stunned to say the least.

The Alpha who pushed her is laughing it up, pleased that his little trip had done more than what he’d been hoping for after she had the nerve to turn him down.

Jake, who’d seen everything, steps out of line and rushes over to Steve and the Omega who is still doing her best to apologize to Steve and save the sketch he’d been working on. There are literal tears in her eyes and possibly a bit of fear when Jake approaches.

The Omega recognizes Jake belongs with Steve and the first thing that pops out of her mouth is “I’m so sorry, Alpha, I didn’t mean to make your talented Beta fall for me.”

Oh, Jake is now smitten, especially as he sees Omega’s cheeks grow quite pink and sees her quietly berate herself for her foot-in-mouth syndrome around cute Alphas and Betas.

It also unfortunately gets the other Alpha’s attention, who has taken to snarling his displeasure at her apparent interest in Jake and Steve. He even approaches to cause more trouble when she spots him. Her body goes rigid though her expression shifts to one of pure fire. If the Alpha wants some attention, then she’s going to get him some attention.

In less than two minutes, she has the entire café focused on the scene playing out between her and the Alpha bully. It’s enough to draw the attention of the female Alpha owner as well who bans the bully from her café.

Never in Steve’s or Jake’s experience have they ever seen an Omega take on an Alpha like she does with such expert handling. Both are quite sure they’re a little bit in love with her as she continues to make a stand against the Alpha with the café owner and some other patrons backing her up.

When the Alpha leaves with his proverbial tail between his legs, the owner offers to replace her drink and another set of clothes that she keeps on hand for herself to the Omega if she’d like them. She extends the offer of a free drink to Steve and Jake as well, not wanting to lose two innocent customers to that awful Alpha.

Already late for her big meeting, she declines the clothes but does take up the offer of a new drink. While she waits, she nervously checks in with Jake and Steve to make sure they’re okay and offers to repay them for any damage she might’ve caused thanks to the bullying Alpha.

Both of them assure her it’s fine. They’re just happy that she’s not hurt though they are a bit sad that their interaction is coming to an end.

Before she gets too far though, Jake reaches out to her though he stops just shy of actually touching her. He hasn’t forgotten the brief flash of fear in her eyes upon his earlier approach and can’t stand the thought of possibly frightening her more. When she does turn in his direction, he somehow miraculously doesn’t fumble his words as he asks her to maybe join him and Steve for dinner later that day. He doesn’t need to check with Steve to know he’s also interested in the Omega as well.

A commotion at the shop’s door pulls her attention, and a beautiful smile flits across her features as another Beta walks in with an Omega on his arm.

“What’s taking so long? We’re going to be late. Dear God, what happened to you?” the Beta demands while his Omega tries to shush him.

Their Omega merely shakes her head. “I’m coming, Ran. We had a little mishap, but I’m coming. I know better than to disappoint Ari’s friend.”

Their Omega turns to Jake and nods. “I would love to have dinner with you both if it’s not too much an imposition. Call me in about two hours?”

She slips Jake her business card before vanishing out the café’s door with the other Beta and Omega.

Jake waits exactly two hours before he nervously calls her, putting the call on speaker so Steve could hear everything as well. A small part of him hopes she doesn’t disappoint either of them while on the phone as it’s happened before.

She doesn’t.

Within minutes, they have their plans set to meet at a popular local diner where they could enjoy some good homemade meals while also getting to know one another.

She meets them there in a clean outfit that suits her more than the business suit she’d been wearing that morning. The knee length skirt swishes and twirls around her while the peasant top gives them a decent glimpse of the smooth skin underneath without being too showing. It’s her favorite outfit she admits to them while they wait for their server to arrive.

One of the first questions Steve has for her is how she recognized his work. He’s still a bit gobsmacked about that, especially since he hasn’t been able to get his mind to stop recalling how delicately she’d touched his work. It’d been almost like she’d been touching the Mona Lisa or something equally as valuable. It’s not something he’d experienced firsthand with anyone besides Jake or his few friends.

That’s when they learn Steve helped design her logo and other business media about a year ago. She’d seen his stuff online and had messaged him almost immediately with her ideas and healthy budget to make them a reality. As it turns out, she owns a small homemade candle company, and she’s just landed another retailer who’ll be showcasing her candles after her meeting that morning.

The attention and adoration she’s showing Steve in that moment would make almost any other Alpha jealous of their Beta. After all, she’s practically gushing about how amazing Steve’s art is and how much it’s helped improve her sales as everyone talks about the design. She’s even sent Steve more work because she can’t stop talking about it with her customers. Steve admits he should be giving her something in return for all the referrals and work she’s given him.

Yeah, Jake realizes he should be jealous, but he’s not. He’s the exact opposite at this moment. He’s sitting with someone who values Steve’s talents as much as he does, so how could he possibly be anything other than more smitten with her?

When Steve admits that Jake’s the reason he even has his online business, the talk soon moves to Jake where she learns about his many technical talents. He can see that she’s just as impressed with him as she is with Steve. It’s enough to stroke his ego a bit and have him sitting a bit straighter in his seat.

Their discussion soon moves to hobbies and other things where she soon learns that Jake likes to play one of the most popular first-person shooter games on the market. He admits he can hold his own, but he’s nowhere near as good as some of the other players out there. When he mentions ‘Amaranth Fossa’ as his dream gaming partner, he catches a look he can’t quite figure out that passes over Omega’s face.

They don’t really stop talking all through dinner, but it does eventually have to come to an end. It’s not something any of them want, but they do see that the hour is getting later and the next day is a workday for both Jake and Omega. They end up walking her to her car where she thanks them for a wonderful evening. She doesn’t get into her car until she presses a kiss on each of their cheeks and a promise that they’ll do this again soon.

Jake and Steve share a look, then Jake asks if she’s free the weekend coming up.  

She gives them the sweetest smile and says she is.

Jake and Steve head home after seeing her off. They have a date to plan, and they have no intention of disappointing this sweet Omega that literally dropped into their laps.

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[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

[cadencejames87]

Right?! 😩🥵🥵

My Entry for River’s Basement Wife…

— Husband(s)?

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, stalking, noncon, drugging (tranq), mentions of knotting, marking, & breeding… 18+ Minors DNI!

Pairing: Beta!JakeJenson x reader x Alpha!AriLevinson

@river-soul​ Sorry River, this kind of got away from me… Also I know how much you love Jake but Ari was my muse for this.

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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 - pairing: prince ransom drysdale x princess reader

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𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 - pairing: prince frank adler x mermaid reader

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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 - pairing: street rat lloyd hansen x princess reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 - pairing: prince lance tucker x maid reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader 

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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[holylulusworld]

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Like in 2019, 2020, 2021 & 2022, I will post a kinky, fluffy, angsty or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st, 2023.

Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until the release date.). The release date may change at any time.

ANGST/SMUT/FLUFF

October 1st: Forbidden Lust (2) sequel to Forbidden Lust

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Homewrecker kink

Requested by: @jayyyyyyy-stuff

October 2nd: Rekindle

Pairing: Chubby!Thor Odinson x Exgirlfriend!Reader

Trope: Reunion

October 3rd: Very tight places sequel to Cramped & Tight places

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Kink: Claustrophilia

October 4th: Footloose

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Trope: Enemies to lovers

October 5th: Serve your Soldier

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Kink: Collars

October 6th: Falling leaves

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Trope: Sunny vs grumpy

October 7th: Blaze of glory

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Glad-to-Be-Alive Sex/Victory sex

October 8th: Two Bikes (1)

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader; Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: Angst

October 9th: Golden Retriever

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader

Kink: Crops / Spanking

Idea by: anon

October 10th: One autumn night

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Trope: a/b/o

Idea by: anon

October 11th: I'm the best

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Kink: Breeding kink

Idea by: anon

October 12th: Breathless sequel to Take my breath away

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: Secret crush

October 13th: One Summer night

Pairing: Cultleader!Thor Odinson

Kink: Sex Cult

October 14th: Snuggle time

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Cuddling & snuggling

Idea by: anon

October 15th: The cabin in the woods

Pairing: Winter Soldier x fem!Reader

Kink/Trope: Choking

October 16th: Not in my car

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Love confessions

Requested by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 17th: Backpack

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Kink: Thigh riding

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 18th: Sex you up

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Chubby!Reader

Kink: Size kink

Idea by: @sultryfandoms

October 19th: Fulfilment

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Pregnancy

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 20th: Triad (1)

Pairing: Omega!Stucky x Alpha!Reader

Kink: Dom / Sub

Idea by: anon

October 21st: Autumnal love

Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Trope: Carving pumpkins

Idea by: anon

October 22nd: Unwanted Mate (Bucky's version)

Pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader

Kink: Threesome

October 23rd: Rescue you

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Trope: Rescue romance

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 24th: Right there

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Kink: Pegging

Idea by: @flory-alexandra

October 25th: Deepest love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to lovers

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 26th: Demon knife

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to enemies

October 27th: Sunrise sequel to Beyond the soldier & After the eclipse

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink/Trope: Quirofilia/Nursed Back to Health

Requested by: @clarinette07

October 28th: Naughty School Adventures (1)

Pairing: Janitor!Sam Winchester x Teacher!Reader x Gymteacher!Dean Winchester

Kink: Cucking

Idea by: @moosekateer13

October 29th: Unwanted Mate (Steve's version)

Pairing: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader

Trope: Unrequited feelings

October 30th: Taped on video

Pairing: J3 x fem!Reader

Kink: BDSM

Requested by @moosekateer13

Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR

October 31st: The past always catches up

Pairing: Winter Soldier x former Hydra!(fem) Reader

Trope: Villain Reader

October 31st: Dreams of sharp teeth

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Werewolf!August Walker

Trope: Monster AU

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

[steviebbboi]

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

Steve Rogers

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

Lloyd Hansen

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

Ari Levinson

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

Jake Jensen

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

+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)

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 :)

[writerscafehub]

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑❜𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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c /づ づ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 all the works made by the very talented members of the writer's café server in the month of MAY. we ask, and highly encourage, that you reblog them in support. ♡

ALL WORKS ARE FOR THOSE 18+ ONLY.

𖥔 indicates smut

✶ indicates dark elements

By ☁︎☽ Cocoa ☁︎☽ @cocoamoonmalfoy @darksideofthecocoamoon

𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 | Life’s Perfect Ache!Paul Atreides x Pharao Hekau

I guess there’s nothing more romantic than dying with your friends

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊-𝐎’-𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 

Writing Challenge

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 | biker!Loki Laufeyson x black!Reader. Single parents AU

the past shows up on your doorstep. So much has changed, but some things are painfully the same…

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 | Tsu’tey x black!fem!reader

Established relationship flash fiction

✶ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 | soft!dark!Eivor Varinsdóttir x black!reader

Soft!dark cuddling

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  | Vampire!Timothée Chalamet x werewolf!black!reader

How could you let them do this to you? How could you let them turn you into a monster? I guess you never learn 'til you live and you lost it. Live and you lost it

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 | Paul Atriedes x privateer!black!reader

Everything you have earned is a ship. With blue waves crashing into it. But nothing can touch your happy thoughts anymore. With your glass ceiling, walls, and floor

By ★ Jen ★ @jen-with-a-pen

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ❥ Courtney ❥ @chasingmidnights

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | Charles Blackwood x female!reader

A brief look at the past. 

By ⚔︎ Suz ⚔︎ @targaryenvampireslayer

𖥔𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | DILF!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

You think about quitting your part time job as a babysitter for the older and gorgeous Bucky Barnes, but he convinces you to stay.

By ✵ Selene ✵ @fluffyprettykitty

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ☆ Stella ☆ @a-lumos-in-the-nox

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

its cousin Maddy's wedding day & Neville is a wreck

𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

Charlotte’s Family Tree

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

A blurb about the roast at Marcel's wedding, Ruby and Margo dont hold back lol

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

Ruby and Neville visit his parents at St. Mungos

By ☄︎ Ellie ☄︎ @mrsmischief209

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 | Vampire Bucky X Witch fem Reader.

Sequel to When the Leaves Fall

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 | Alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!fem reader

Angst and activism in an Omegaverse/Soulmate AU

By ✯ Vic ✯ @sunflowersteves

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ⎈ Navy ⎈ @navybrat817

𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 | Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Bucky put a mouthy rookie in his place.

✶𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Chapter Summary: You encounter an unexpected visitor in your home.

By 𐀔 Alex 𐀔 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ✬ Astro ✬ @eulalielatibule

𝐇𝐎𝐓-𝐓𝐎-𝐆𝐎 | Pairing: Cheerleader!Jake Jensen x Cheerleader!Reader x Quarterback!Ari Levinson

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Jake Jensen, want to hook up with your rival team's Quarterback, Ari Levinson.

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By 𖤓Liz𖤓 @avengers-resident-idiot

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ✧Bella✧ @madwomansapologist

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | marcille donato x falin touden

Marcille being hungry for knowledge isn't a novelty. Unless the subject is chickens.

By ⚡︎Viva⚡︎ @xoxovivafics

𖥔𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | Astarion Ancunin x Loki Odinson

Loki visits a strange new realm and meets an intriguing stranger.

© all works belong to the respective writers of the writers café server.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Everything For You: Part 2

The deep emerald green satin dress had a swooping neckline that accentuates and simultaneously hides the fullness of your breasts. The fabric is complimentary, it embraces your curves in a way that transforms you into a subtle femme fatale, yet it doesn’t cling uncomfortably to you.

The train delicately caressed the floor and off-the-shoulder sleeves were ruched to add detail while the slit on the left side of the dress added sex appeal to the gorgeous gown.

It was a gift from Steph after you denied her the chance to take you shopping she had given you the dress anyway. You needed something for Saturday, and Steph had sent it your way when you confirmed that you would rather show up than be dragged to the party.

You run your hands along the bodice of the dress as you hide away, stealing yourself into one of the many corners you’d traced out in your mind before you had to make your presence known. You’re buying time, that’s all your doing. You know that Jake is already here, you can feel his presence, and you’ve heard the whispers and the expectations that had risen since he left the military to take his rightful place.

You know he’s here, just as you know that there are women and omegas here that are willing to try and steal him. They doubt your bond, they question Jake’s ability to love someone like you, someone of your size and your upbringing in a home with a single mother that divorced your father.

An omega who was plus-sized and broke, an omega who lived in a dank part of town in a rickety building. An omega who spent their time after Jake left, trying to mend your weary heart and soul with random hookups and toxic exes that only made you hate yourself more.

You and Jake were promised to each other when he was ready to take over, but you were not in a relationship. Truly, you didn’t owe loyalty to each other however you chose the worst alphas to be around.

Was it your guilt? Was it all rooted in your anxiousness and desperation since you gave your heart and soul to him?

Was Jake’s missing presence enough to make you lose yourself in their twisted and disgusting comments? Had you reduced yourself to a receptacle for their hollow seed because you felt so empty and lost without him?

You trailed your hands up your chest and neck, your fingernails trapped between your teeth as a coping mechanism. You nibbled on your nails, your eyes unfocused when you listened to the sound of music pouring from the ballroom and footsteps that echoed on the marble floor beyond your hiding place.

Every sound felt like a drum in your head, the crazed sounds coming across with war-like power that rattled your mind. You drew in a sharp breath when you first caught the notes of his scent and immediately felt confused when it was gone again.

“That’s a dirty habit,” he crooned in the dark, his presence behind you startling you as you stumbled back against the wall, trapped behind the luxe curtain that obscured the guests from you.

“Jake,” you shakily exhaled his name, your eyes growing wider the longer he lingered in this small space with you, “you scared me.”

It’s all you could say, all you could muster.

He was there with you, standing to your left in a beautifully designed suit that was fitted across his chest and shoulders. The soft black blend had transformed Jake from the kind of gangly alpha you remembered, even before he left, into a massive beast of a man who towered above you.

His eyes were iridescent blue that sparkled and shone like beacons in the darkened space, just the brief glimmers of his teeth noticeable beneath the curl of his lips.

“You still choose the same hiding places, Princess.” He turned toward you, cornering you against the wall and his body, his hand outstretched to touch the satin of your dress. “Look at you, dressed up-“

“Jake…” your voice trailed off, you were struck silent by the flash of his eyes, the headiness of his gaze and he looked you up and down.

“Aren’t you going to welcome me home, Princess?” He hummed, raising his hand to swipe his thumb across his bottom lip. “I’m home, omega. Your alpha’s back, and that means that you and I have a lot of planning to do.”

You saw it, the gentle nature of himself hovering beneath the shell of the toughened act. He was planning your future, like all the times he had before, only now those plans for the future would be solidified.

“Any chance you would change your mind? Find someone else—?” You barely get the words out before Jake steps forward and presses you against the wall, one hand resting directly above your head trapping you, and the other resting on your lower back.

“I’ve dreamed of this moment for too long, I’ve waited and wanted you for too damn long to let this pass.” Jake nudged your head to the side to gain access to your scent glands, his tongue and teeth lapping and nipping.

“Whine for me, Princess.” He groaned against your flesh, wantonly and desperate. “I still remember the clench of your walls, the heat of you squeezing me. Fuck, I want to hear you again.”

Jake paused and within a moment he had relaxed, breathing softly against your skin. He placed both hands on your hips, holding you steady as he breathed your scent in.

“I missed you,” Jake admitted the weighty confession against the crook of your neck, breathing in and out against you, his hands stroking your satin-covered hips just to get you and his scent on his body, “I missed you, Princess.”

You leaned into him and turned your head, resting your cheek against his shoulder. All the skewed and marred words that had been fired against each other felt as if it was nothing compared to feeling him against you. Everything in the past, every bad decision and crooked, harrowed word had become something of the past.

It was Jake and you, it was the alpha you used to play hide and seek with, the alpha that you used to cause trouble with.

He was no longer a boy, he was a man and an alpha who was about to have the world at his fingertips. He was about to take the reins and take control of three states, an entire empire under his feet.

He was about to take on a role that he was well suited for, a role that he was meant to take on but that had also tied into you. You had known since you were younger that you and Jake were meant for one another, no matter how you had wandered or what you had done, Jake was always the endgame. It would always be you and it would always be him.

The few alphas between his departure for the army and the stint where he had come back and even to his permanent return home, none of it mattered in the end. Jake would have you, perfect or imperfect, broken and cracked or completely whole.

You knew Jake had been with other women too, you didn’t need any confirmation from him verbal or otherwise, you had just known. He didn’t talk about it, he had kept it completely to himself without a single mention of any omegas he had met over there.

It wasn’t just him sparing your feelings, it was because none of them had truly mattered in the end, just as the alpha you were with hadn’t mattered. It might as well have dust on the wind, a scattered memory that had nothing to hook onto.

“I missed you, too.” You muttered, your cheek resting on his shoulder while he kept you pressed to his body, holding you tightly against him as if he would lose you again. “Jake, I…”

You swallowed your words and he pulled away, his eye searching your own. It was a back-and-forth between this darker and more possessive part of him and the dorky sunshine alpha you knew so well from childhood.

He had the penchant ability to be both, to do both, and you had already seen one. The way that he had spoken of you and your body, of your heat that gripped him, it was rooted in this insatiable hunger that affected you just as it had him. It was the darker part of him that made him threaten to hunt you down if it was necessary, just as that darker part had taken hold of him when he found you with that alpha.

“I wouldn’t have cared how many other alphas you slept with, I wouldn’t have cared if it was the same one over and over, but why…” Jake grit his teeth, his eyes flashing in the darkened space and the glint of the chain tucked under his dress shirt had drawn your eye.

“Why did you settle for them? For those alphas who thought…Princess, why the fuck would you let them talk to you that way?”

“Jake please-“

“Don’t,” he growled, that slip of darkness taking hold of him again, “make excuses for them. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine and they didn’t respect you. Fuck, I would drop to my knees right now and show you how much you mean to me, how fucking gorgeous you are and yet you let them walk all over you.”

“I didn’t want someone that treated me like—“ You clamped down on your tongue and averted your eyes, the sharp sting of your nails digging into your palms was a placeholder for your screaming frustrations.

“You didn’t want someone to treat you like I treated you?” Jake had straightened himself out, hands busying themselves by fixing the tie looped around his neck.

You listened to him inhale and exhale slowly, as a means to calm himself or maybe to gulp down your scent, in the end, it didn’t matter.

“Well, now I’m back.” Jake fixated his eyes upon you in such a way that you were left frozen, unable to breathe or speak while your heart hammering in your chest. “And I’m taking what’s mine.”

He leaned in with that vibrant possession and protectiveness that warmed your belly and made you entirely too aware of how he affected you. He swept his eyes over you and smirked, taking you and your appearance in inch by inch, then he reached out and stroked your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I have something for you.” He kept one hand on your cheek and the other had slipped into his pocket for only a few seconds before he pulled out a sleek white gold chain with a pendant hanging off the end, and two solid initials, both of which bared his scent.

“Turn around, Princess.” Jake let the command slip, and it settled beneath your skin instantly. You had turned your back to him, inhaling sharply when the metal was placed against your neck and his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “My initials resting against your pretty neck.”

He delicately kissed your cheek, his lips lingering as he settled his hands upon your hips once more, and you were met by his strong chest flush against your back.

“We should go greet our guests,” Jake was everything you had remembered, and everything you wanted, “welcome them to the party celebrating the start of our engagement.”

“Engagement?” You looked at him over your shoulder, seeing the balance of your loveable and dorky alpha, and the dangerous future head of the mafia.

“We’re promised to each other, Princess. This is as much of a welcome home as it is a celebration of our future marriage.” Jake mumbled softly in your ear, humming pleasantly. “Do you want a ring? You can wear mine until I can get one for you.”

Your breath was bated, your heart was thrashing in its cage and you were warmed by Jake’s chest against your back.

“I missed you,” he repeated himself, nuzzling his cheek against you, “my beautiful omega.”

*This is what Jake looks like*

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Heats and Ruts - Their Sweet Omega One-Shot

Series Masterlist

Relationship: Alpha!Jake Jensen / Beta!Pre-serum Steve Rogers / Omega!Reader

Word Count: ~830

Summary: An overview of how heats and ruts work for our pack within this verse.

Warnings: allusions to smut, fluff (a lot of fluff), differing rituals, lots of love and care between them

A/N: It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

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Omega’s Heats

Before becoming part of her pack, Omega typically took heat suppressants to better deal with her heats.

Her first heat with Jake and Steve is quite surprising.

Most omegas only seek out an alpha in the days leading up to their heat and especially during their heat.

Omega actually seeks out Steve during the days leading up to her heat. There’s something about his scent that makes her crave closeness with him during those days.

It’s not unusual to find her in the nest she’d made up in his art studio. She’ll watch him work for a bit of time before begging him to take a break and cuddle with her. Cuddles lead to making out and eventually something a bit more heated.

If he has a bigger commission, she’ll do her best not to distract him, but Omega’s only so strong when her hormones and inner wolf are going crazy.

These hours while Jake’s at work are some of the best for Steve and Omega while also riling up Jake who can sense their love and lust even at his work office. It’s usually enough to make him want to postpone dinner until he’s gotten his fill of them upon getting home.

When her heat fully hits, Steve’s prepared to make himself scarce since it’s usually only alphas an omega wants around.

Again, their Omega proves the exception to that rule.

Steve’s not allowed to get further than touching distance unless he’s retrieving snacks, drinks, or something to help clean them up. She wants him as close as possible, soothing and calming her.

During this time, she’s never not showering Steve with as much affection as she can while Jake’s helping her through the worst parts of her heat. In fact, he can almost always be found either reclining beside her in her nest or even under her where she’s pinned him in one of her more lust-filled moments.

That’s not to say Steve doesn’t get any playtime with either Omega or Jake during her heats. He gets plenty, but his absolute favorite times are when Omega’s nose is pressed against his neck or her teeth are grazing the bite mark that she left during their claiming of each other, completing their pack.

With how doting Jake and Steve are, Omega doesn’t have to worry about taking care of herself during her heats. They almost come to anticipate her needs and make sure she’s getting exactly what she needs from them both by the end of her first heat.

Her subsequent heats go much the same way.

They even come to realize when her heats are coming on because she’ll be pressing herself against Steve and scenting him as much as she can. Jake is never ignored during these few days, but he does take a bit of a backseat compared to her precious Beta. He doesn’t even really mind as he knows Steve loves this time with Omega because of how she makes him feel so important and necessary.

Jake knows her intense need for him will come soon enough. Doesn’t mean that he won’t have some fun during this time, either, turning it into a bit of a game to see who can be driven crazier over these few pre-heat days. All in good fun though and with everyone’s satisfaction guaranteed at the end.

Jake’s Ruts

Unlike a lot of alphas, Jake likes keeping a clearer head during his ruts.

He doesn’t gain any pleasure if his partner(s) aren’t having fun at the same time.

Before Omega came along, he would usually take some type of suppressant. With his Beta being on the smaller side and not equipped to handle an alpha, Jake never wanted to risk losing control.

He’s still a bit nervous about doing just that in his first rut after Omega comes into the picture.

In the end, he doesn’t have so much to worry about. Omega definitely proves she’s harder to break (something he’d never want to have happen) and even enjoys a bit of the rougher play as his inner wolf takes fuller control of him.

Thanks to Omega, his ruts come to practically coincide with her heats, making it easier to scratch both their itches at the same time.

The only time that changes is when she practically puts him into a rut. That happens during their first anniversary celebration and the special gifts she’s gotten them. It’s a small miracle that he doesn’t go feral that evening.

Like Omega’s heats, Steve’s not really allowed to go far. His presence is just as grounding for Jake as it is for Omega.

Though, Steve does admittedly have less to do during this time compared to Omega’s heats, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t help where and when he can.

Their pack isn’t a typical one, but they make it work. No one is ignored or made to feel lesser during these times. That’s what matters to them.

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