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Everything For You: Part 5

It wasn’t the soft rays of sunshine that poured through the soft opening of the curtains that had woken you in the morning. It wasn’t the space behind you that was still lingering warm beneath your palm when you stretched out.

It hadn’t even been the burn between your thighs that was a reminder of how insatiable and impatient Jake had been last night.

Morning arrived with the sound of someone rummaging in the bedroom, the sound of drawers closing with more force than intended and the string of curses that had echoed in the room as someone had stalked from the walk-in closets to the bedside table, and then further beyond to the door.

You cracked an eye open to spy the person creating the ruckus in the bedroom, breath painfully catching in your throat at the glimpse of Jake as he stood with his back to you. It was as if you were seeing your best friend, fiancé and future alpha in a new light while he stood angrily typing on his phone.

It was as if you had never truly realized how grown up Jake was since he had gone to, and come home from the army. It was unparalleled, how you could have seen Jake all your life, hung on his arm last night and even spent hours trapped beneath his hold while he feasted on your nectar and yet it was just now that you were realizing how strong and herculean he looked.

Not only he was a man who stood over 6’3”, but there was such immense definition in his shoulders and the width of his back that adhered to the strength he carried in his entire body. His appearance of a beast was aided by the dark grey-black which was taut against his shoulders and biceps, the material almost looking too small for his body and you wondered if he hadn’t been aware of his size or if it was a tool he used to intimidate others.

Still, as your eyes were drawn from his shoulders, back and biceps to the length of his legs, your gaze hovered unapologetically on his ass and the cut of his jeans that did him far too many favours. Jake Jensen had always been beautiful to you, even if you wouldn’t have admitted it to out loud, however, now he was the perfected image of sin and seduction.

Your best friend, fiancé and future alpha had grown into every omega’s fantasy. He had reduced every negatory comment and degrading denial of who he could be, to ash. He obliterated every connotation that he would fail, every person that thought doubted him was made to eat crow.

“…if I have to cut off his tongue and make him eat it, I fucking will. I told him exactly what I expect and now he wants to back off and fuck me over-“ You weren’t just rendered speechless and amazed at the sheer size of your alpha, but the growl that built in his throat and the unadulterated anger and rage that he was pouring through the phone was irrevocably stirring.

You should have been fearful, you should have felt like a doe being cornered by a hungry wolf who hadn’t yet spotted you hiding in the trees, but fear was the last emotion you had felt.

At that moment, you felt nothing but deeply seeded-lust.

“I said to handle it!” Jake had ended the call with an animalistic demand and had immediately tossed his phone to the side before he leaned his forehead against the door, startling you when he slammed his palms against the wood.

You hadn’t been able to control the squeak that was ripped from your lips when he frightened you with his vivacious bout of aggression.

“Princess,” he spoke your pet name while his back was still turned to you, his shoulders still taut beneath his dark-coloured shirt, “I didn’t want you to see that.”

Slowly he turned to face you, his blue eyes nearly blown black, his jaw and lips clenching. He looked like a caged animal, a predator who was on the cusp of unleashing incredible damage to anything within his reach.

“I didn’t-“

“Princess,” and yet in the next moment he seemed to be back to normal, “good morning, omega.”

“Jake if you have to go-“ He had cut you off for the second time with a soft laugh, his lips relaxing into a crooked smile and his eyes returning to their bright azure.

“How are you feeling? Tired? Ready for more?” His smile shifted into a boyish grin and your eyes were momentarily drawn to the bulge in his jeans, the obvious protrusion of the head of his cock twitching.

“I need to go home.” You blurt the statement before you had any hope of stopping yourself, shifting back on the bed as he approached you. “Jake I need to go back to my apartment.”

“No.” He set his hands upon the mattress and leaned forward, his gaze dropping from your lips and his intention was made known when he licked his lips, a soft groan falling off his tongue. “No, you’re not going back there. This is home.”

“No? Did you just tell me no? You don’t get to decide for me.” You shifted again, pushing yourself away from him to create distance.

“You’re not going back there, Princess.” Jake had affirmed, crawling on the bed toward you with hunger-driven lust fuelling his every movement. “You are staying here until we move into our place-“

“You don’t get to decide for me. I need to go home, I have things I need-“ You had nearly fallen from the bed, nearly toppled from the mattress when you pushed yourself too far, nearly colliding with the floor while barely clothed.

Jake reacted quickly, he reacted without thought and yanked you back onto the mattress. He had trapped you beneath him, his legs entangling with yours as he pushed himself to hover against you.

He was holding you against the bed while you were staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips. You wanted to correct him, you wanted to combat this claim that you were here now and you wouldn’t be able to leave although you couldn’t process the words.

You couldn’t think of anything but the feel of his body against yours, the caress of his warmth against your flesh and the penetrating eyes that swept over your face and chest, a studiousness about him. He was holding you down, tension was building and our mind was racing.

“I’m going home.” Your fingers bunched the material of his shirt, gripping his shoulders while trapped against him.

“No.” He answered with assurance, reminding you with one syllable that you were never leaving him.

“Jake-“ You raised a complaint against him, red-hot emotional strife bubbling under your flesh.

“Princess.”

“Jake-“

“No,” he answered again, “you are never leaving me. Your ass is hitched to mine-“

Your hand flew out toward him, striking him across the cheek.

A dull pain bloomed in your palm as the sting from making contact with his cheek radiated across your hand.

You pushed yourself back against the mattress your eyes growing with the shock of you striking him like you had, your mind immediately going to thoughts of Jake retaliating or losing his mind over your attack. You didn’t know what to expect, you didn’t know what he would do considering it was the first time you had ever struck him across the cheek with enough strength to whip his head to the side.

“Hit me again.” He cracked his jaw and licked his lips, blue eyes pouring into yours. “I know you have more in you, Princess. Hit me again. Do it.”

You struck him almost as soon as he has finished speaking, your hand making contact with his cheek again with power you didn’t know you had. Over and over again you struck him in the face, beat him on his chest and slammed the heel of your hand into his shoulders. Every strike was followed by a request for another, every time you had hit him with all you had Jake had pressed you for more.

One after the other until the last strike and your hand had fallen flat. One last strike before you started to sob beneath him, your eyes screwed closed as pathetic mewls and whines had fallen from your lips.

You broke down while he hovered above you, garbled speech echoing in the room synonymous with your simpering. Your fingers had become entangled in his shirt, he was a life raft keeping your head above water despite the depths beneath you. Jake Jensen was the only thing that was keeping you from completely sinking into whatever fresh hell was afflicting you like this.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay, I’m here.” His soft crooning, his soft endearments had risen and fallen with every breath that was cast upon you.

His scent was heady and comforting, it was covering you like a blanket with every complicated note that was conducive to who he was as an alpha.

Not just any alpha, but your alpha.

“I missed you” came out broken and jumbled, an entire mess of vowels and consonants that were as hard to detect and understand as an advanced theoretical formula. It hadn’t made sense to you, since there was an obvious disconnect between your mind and your tongue, but Jake had.

Jake had understood what you were trying to say and with a soft exhale of breath and the weight of his forehead against your own, he responded accordingly.

“I missed you too.” His eyes closed, and his body was still pressed against yours as his scent covered and blanketed you. “I missed you every day, every day I wanted to come home to you.”

“I’m sorry…” You whimpered, your lips brushing against his shirt. “Jake I am so sorry-“

“No baby, no…” Jake had recoiled, he pulled away just enough to wipe your tears and trace the trail of tears left on your cheeks with his fingers. He had only pulled away enough to study you with unwavering devotion and need, untarnished passion and love, sweepingly innate connectivity that had always been there.

He had looked at you as if you were worth more than every star in every galaxy, the way that he had cast his gaze upon you with such intense want had left you unable to breathe without feeling utter tension in your chest.

“I am going to give you the best life, Y/N.” He leaned down again, the tip of his nose bumping against your own, his hands reaching for yours to intertwine your fingers. “We are going to have everything we’ve ever wanted, you and me.”

“I fucked up, Jake. I fucked up. I let myself…be used-“

“It’s okay,” he whispered soothingly, brushing your hair out of your face, “baby it’s okay.”

Jake had held you tightly against him, even as he switched positions and shifted the two of you closer to the middle of the bed, he had held you. He held you as you clung to him again and began the second round of your breakdown, tears and the feeling of your throat tightening hitting you again.

You were a mess while he held you against him, your cheek pressed against his chest and your tears staining his shirt. It was the second time in a short while that you’d been emotionally overloaded to the point of a breakdown, and the second time while still in the bed that you’d lost yourself to Jake Jensen.

“We’re home, Princess.” He whispered in your ear, crooning as he rubbed your back and jerked the bundled blanket, which was halfway onto the floor and bed, back over the two of you.

He knew he had things to do today, and he knew he had responsibilities waiting for him now that he had taken over, but first and foremost he had to take care of you.

You, his omega and Princess, came before everything.

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Chapter 4: Under Pressure

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been weird since that night at the bar, but will a taste of danger at the farm bring him back to his senses?

Word count: 5,468

Content/warnings: Avoidance/masking of feelings, consumption and mention of alcohol, mutual pining, omg Cole is such a jerk, use of pet names, use of y/n, a little angst especially at the end, mentions of bullying, vulnerability

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There was a lot I wanted to include, and so much that made it in here that I hadn’t even intended originally. Happy reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The rest of the weekend had been generally uneventful. You worked on the books and finances for the farm while Curtis did chores on Saturday and hung out with a book of your own on Sunday.

Bucky had become scarce. You had hardly seen him since Friday night besides mealtimes. Other than that, he was in his room, outside on the gravel talking to Steve over the phone, or shadowing Curtis to relearn how to do the tasks a sixth time.

You admired his work ethic and dedication to your agreement, but couldn’t help but feel that he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Was he angry? To be honest, your memory seemed pretty clear. The last thing you remember was being grateful that he was there to help you get rid of Cole, and then waking up in bed to medicine and a glass of water on your nightstand. Not much could’ve happened in that small gap, right?

Wrong. Bucky had been consumed by the thought of you since that night. Every moment he went back to it, the nerves in his fingers burned all the way up to his shoulders with the thought of your touch. His gut felt tingly in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy daunted with the task of rising to power in his organization.

Was he nervous? No. Bucky Barnes doesn’t get nervous. He just gets pensive. When things seem like they’re getting out of his hands, he takes a step back to make a plan, then muscles his way through until he gets what he wants. He was used to using that same strategy to tamper down every emotion he felt except pride, and was well-practiced at that, so why did it all come crumbling from the simple act of you on his arm? Or was it the fact that he wished you taking his hat and putting it on your head could hold actual meaning? As soon as he identified his feelings, he called Steve.

“Whaddup, Buck? Not much has changed around here since last night, so I assume something has changed on your end?”

Bucky sighed. Why did he call in the first place? The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge this… ~feeling~ by doing it the dignity of speaking it out loud. That made it real. “Um, no, not really. Just wanted to check in. I’ve got the day off.”

Steve paused on the other side of the line. “Okay….are you sure about that? Because you don’t seem very sure about that. Was everything okay at the bar? You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth turned up and he sighed in relief. “Oh, no, yeah, I’m sure. And I definitely did not get in a fight last night, some guy came up and was hitting on Y/N while I was out on the phone with you, so she wanted to head out right after.”

Bucky was satisfied with his well-formulated response until his best friend spoke up again. “Ah, so this is about your feelings for her, right? You were jealous?”

Bucky froze. “Pshhh….uh, no. Definitely not. She was very obviously not interested in him so we left.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Bucky could hear the deadpan in Steve’s voice. “I don’t care whether she was interested in him or not, I care about how her talking to some handsome stranger made you feel.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and I do not want you to say a word of this to anyone, or else.”

Steve poorly hid a smile in his voice. “Okay, Bucket. Floor is yours.”

“First of all, he was not that handsome. Based off her reaction, he was probably a scumbag in a Carhartt jacket that has never seen a day of actual work, but that’s besides the point….Yes…. Seeing her talking to that guy, and talking to her about her ex made me feel…things, but that wasn’t all of it….” The next words came out as a mumble. “She put my hat on her head and her head on my shoulder when I drove her home….andiwisheditwasreal.”

Steve was full-blown laughing now, so much was going on in that statement. Since when did Bucky care about work clothes and people’s worthiness of them? At least he was being honest. “Sorry Buck, missed that last part. Care to repeat?”

“Oh you know exactly what I said.” He spat back.

“Okay, okay. So what are you gonna do about it then? You’ve still got three more weeks out there. From what I can see, you’ve got a few opti-“

“Nothing.” Bucky cut him off. “I’m going to do nothing. I can’t play into her charm anymore. I’m just going to stay away and put my head down and-“

“Bucky stop. Slow down.” Steve cut him off in return to stop the spiral. “Your solution to everything can’t be to ice it out until freezes and shatters. Let’s look at this for a second. You care for her, so why can’t you stay friends? You obviously get along well, and I’m not just saying this from a personal standpoint, I’m saying this from a business standpoint. She very evidently knows how to deal with people and looking at the books, her finances are exceptional considering it’s a relatively small farm operation.”

“Okay, first off, of course I can ice her out. I need to show who’s in charge and this has worked with other associates before. And second off, what are you seeing in her finances?” Bucky huffed.

“Buck, she could buy your house. Somehow she’s invested so well that she doesn’t need our business deal, but she took it anyway. Makes me wonder why. Someone doing something like that doesn’t deserve ice, maybe you should try a little sweetness. I mean, I know you think everyone’s a sucker for that tough exterior of yours.” Steve’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “But you know what they say: you catch more bees with honey…. However, that sting on your face shows you can catch a bee just by standing there, so I’m not sure how fair that analogy is.” Steve let out a hearty chuckle at his own joke as a scowl crawled onto Bucky’s face.

“Ha ha ha, very funny, but we’re doing this my way. I’ll figure it out. I just have to last three more weeks.”

Steve sighed and replied with evident disappointment and a hint of frustration in his voice. “Okay, whatever you say, you’re the boss. I’ll call you later with a new update, Bucket.”

Bucky rolled his eyes in response. “Ugh, why do I still tell you everything when you use it against me like this?”

“That’s platonic love, my friend. Someone’s gotta hold you accountable and know you won’t punch them in the face for it.” And with that, Steve hung up and left Bucky looking up at the clear, blue sky.

Although Steve’s words and accusations stuck in his head, Bucky decided he wanted to muscle through this deal on his own. All he really needed to do was stay away from you and put in the work, and that would make it easier, right? He would simply do what he came here to do, nothing more, nothing less. If only Bucky could hear Steve’s grumble “why does he even tell me about this stuff if he won’t even take my advice?” that was said after every phone call.

You woke up to the first rooster crow on Monday morning. By the time you had gotten dressed and walked down the creaky stairs, you saw your breakfast plate made and sitting on the counter and a mug of coffee that had already cooled down to a more than drinkable temperature.

You peeked in the dishwasher to see a set of dishes had already been placed in there. Bucky must’ve already eaten and gone out for the day. He probably wanted to get a jump start on his work. At least he knew what he was doing.

The real reason he was up and going already that you hadn’t known? He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what Steve had said and honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Couldn’t bring himself to mess up more in your presence and be saved and comforted by your seemingly bottomless grace. The solution was to do the work in pensive silence, as far from you as possible, so he could mess up and fix it on his own without the thought of your kind, yet penetrating, gaze. He was getting too close for comfort. The only solution was to pull away.

This continued for the next three days. Wake up before you. Make breakfast. Get a jump start on chores. Mess up on chores (as you secretly watched from the tractor, or the hay loft). Fix the mistakes. Carry on with his head down. Come home. Make dinner. Trap himself in his room. Go to bed. Start again.

Some notable moments that you’d caught unbeknownst to him: Bucky’s galoshes getting stuck in the mud of the pig pen, followed by him having to step out of the still-stuck boots, continue to walk to pour the feed in the trough while losing both socks as well, then returning to dig out the boots. At least half a dozen goat head-butts while trying to grab the babies to take them to the separate feeding area. The mommas were not happy with Bucky’s insistence on taking their kids, and they showed him by knocking him repeatedly into the white-painted fences. Bucky responded with an oof and him rubbing the affected area, returning a glower to the seemingly now unbothered mothers. Bucky losing sheep, but not knowing how to command your dog to corral them, thus having to run and herd them himself, surprisingly more efficiently each time it happened, you might add.

You were proud of Bucky for his work ethic. If he had put half this effort into his business dealings, you could see how he rose to the top so quickly. He wasn’t the only one who did research on whom they were dealing with.

He was stubborn and wanted things right, but didn’t let a lack of perfection stop him from completing the tasks. However, at some point, it looked like he was beating himself up. Like he was self-punishing for something you couldn’t quite identify, so you called Curtis to help at the farm so you could figure it out. Come Thursday afternoon, you handed off your chores to him and went back to the house early in hopes of catching Bucky. You were half way through dinner when the front door opened, the mud-covered mob boss in well-fitting farm clothes crossing the threshold.

You looked him up and down, doing your best to hold in a laugh at the disheveled appearance. “Well howdy. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Figured you’ve been working so hard, it’s my turn to help you out some.”

Bucky was taken aback by seeing you in the kitchen, not only had he purposely been avoiding you and planned to get in the house before you even considered dinner, but you just looked so relaxed. Something about that stoked an ember in him he’d tried hard to snuff out. You were wearing a t-shirt and your hair was pulled up off your shoulders, almost like any other day, but your features didn’t have their usual determined focus. They were at ease, which was in total juxtaposition with Bucky’s swirl of anxiousness rising in his gut.

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Um, I thought you were still out in the field. Saw the tractor turning the hay over.” He swallowed thickly.

You leaned to peek around him. “Ah, yes. That’s Curtis. Called him in today to help me finish up so you and I could talk about a few things. Go ahead and wash up. By the time you’re done, this should all be ready.”

All he could do was nod in response as he slowly made his way up the steps, mind racing with everything you could possibly say. Did you know how he felt? Did he do something wrong? Were you going to cut the deal? He could only hope the warm water would wash his worries away, along with the mud.

Bucky came back down to a homey aroma that wrapped him in comfort. That much was consistent every time he saw you. Your existence provided him a blanket of relief, despite the way he knew he should still be holding onto anticipation for what you might say. You were sitting at the head of the table flanked by Curtis, the both of you reading though some papers.

“Hey, Bucket, just in time.” Curtis greeted him, as Bucky took the seat across from him at the table, flanking your other side. You all started to dig into the food as you set the papers down on the table for Bucky to read them. It was a headline that read: TURNing the Tables: The Road to an Empire.

“What is this?” He looked up from his plate and directly into your eyes for the first time in days.

“Well, we haven’t gotten to talk about this yet, but remember that guy who we ran away from at the bar? This is him.” Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together, he knew the look of disdain on your face made sense, but still felt like he was missing something.

Curtis cleared his throat after taking a sip of tea and spoke up. “Forgot you didn’t grow up with us. Allow me to explain.” He looked to your eyes and you nodded in approval of his continuance. “In school, I was a few years older than Y/N here. Back then, there were a bunch of farmers around town, each with their own little niche, and a lotta nice farm kids who were in our classes. Except Cole. He grew up a little awkward kid, but once he hit puberty, he became the cockiest thing in town. Didn’t even care to know those other kids anymore, just bullied them. It didn’t help that it was around the same time his parents started buying out all the other small farms here, turning their small dairy operation into a much larger-scale distributor. Little too big for their britches, if you ask me.” Curtis mumbled that last part as he rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth.

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still harbored some confusion in how this all tied together. “So why was it crazy to run into him at the bar if he’s from around here? And what’s the deal with him making you so uncomfortable. Like, I get it, he’s a prick, but you were running out of there. You hardly budged for me, so there’s no way he can be that intimidating to you.”

Curtis’s eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed at that statement, but he let it go for now. He swallowed down another bite of food and looked at you again. Your mouth was slightly agape, debating the best way to move forward. “I didn’t look like this in high school, or throughout any schooling for that matter, so he didn’t recognize me when we ran into each other at the bar. Frankly, I hardly recognized him. And come to think of it, he didn’t even ask my name Friday night, so that goes to show what a trash bag he really is. But this is a good thing, because I think we’d be in a way bigger mess if he did remember me. It’s a long story, and I think we’ll have to go back even farther.” You took a sip of your water before setting down your silverware and leaning forward on your elbows on the table.

“Like Curtis said, Cole didn’t get along with anyone, especially Jake. In school he’d constantly push him around, so Curtis would come to his defense, even though I probably could’ve taken Cole myself.” You let out a small airy chuckle and Curtis smiled back at you, shaking his head. “But anyway, after every time Cole started a fight and Curtis finished it, he’d look at me with this big, almost mischievous grin. So honestly, I’m glad I didn’t play into getting close to him by personally defending Jake.”

Bucky continued nodding along. You seemed so unproblematic. Why were you in the middle of this? “So he didn’t recognize you at the bar, and again, he’s from around here. What’s the big deal?”

You sighed, having to explain more small-town politics to Bucky, who very evidently didn’t understand the delicate nature of places outside the city. “He’s not really from around here anymore. His farm still is, but it’s one of many now. After school, he went to get some fancy business degree from who knows where. What I’m truly concerned about is what he said to me at the bar. He’s here to squash the one thing Curtis and I, and frankly this town, have left.” Curtis rubbed your shoulder reassuringly and you rubbed your eyes in frustration. Bucky felt that same pang in his lower stomach again, seeing how close you and Curtis were and how that dumb little milk man had you this upset. You looked at Curtis gratefully and continued.

“My mom’s brother and Curtis’s dad’s sister used to run this farm back when Cole still lived here. When they passed, they left it to us, but Curtis’s dad also left the shop, which is why I mostly run things around here. But the thing is, anyone who hasn’t been to town since back then, doesn’t know that. The last name tied to this farm doesn’t apply to either of us.” Oh, so you and Curtis were second cousins? Explains a lot. Bucky hated himself that all he could think was ‘one more man who’s close to you he can check off as not being a threat.’ He really needed to get himself in check. Once he pushed those thoughts back down is when everything finally clicked.

Cole was back in town. He had a history with you. He’s got a bad track record in general. He said he wanted to squash competition. You were that competition. He didn’t know you were that competition. You had no idea where to go from here.

Before Bucky could open his mouth for his next round of clarification questions, there was a knock on the door. The three of you were so enthralled in conversation that no one heard the wheels crunching through the gravel in the driveway. You exchanged glances with the men on either side of you. A random visitor out here wasn’t too out of the ordinary, considering how much the community depended on you, but the conversation topic had you on edge. It was for good reason, because as you opened the door, leaving the screen in place, you were met with a face that had started to haunt your dreams these past few days: Cole.

He was wearing that sickening smile again, looking down at you. “Hiya, Peach. It’s been a minute.” You crossed your arms and looked at the man standing on your porch, a plastic smile glued to your face.

Bucky and Curtis shuffled behind you. Curtis shoved the papers and articles at Bucky to take somewhere else so Cole wouldn’t see them, while he made his way to your shoulder, his large stature holding every intention to intimidate Cole.

“Ah yes, your guard dog Curtis, great to see ya, buddy.” Curtis gave a death glare of acknowledgement, stance unyielding.

“Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar, you’ve all changed so much, including your pal, Jakey. He’s the one who so kindly told me my family missed this farm while we were on the rise. As soon as mom and pop gave me the reins, I knew I had to stop over, didn’t realize you were the one running things now.” You did your best to keep your face level.

“So what can I help you with, Cole? Are you lost? Need directions on a map? I’m a whiz at that. Happy to print one out for you.”

If it was even possible, his troubling smirk became wider. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’d love to talk business. Maybe over dinner? Smells delicious.”

You scrunched your nose, keeping the fake smile on your face. “Unfortunately, it’s all gone. Maybe next time. How about you and me mosey over to the office. It’s been too long. I’ve got some mints in there. Maybe those can tide you over.”

“Too long, indeed.” He ignored the rest of your statement, but Bucky didn’t. He’d never heard you say something that rude before. Someone like Cole might have been none the wiser, but those were loaded words that he knew you said with intention. How could he blame you, though. The man in the fake work clothes had invited himself in unannounced. Not even Bucky did that to you. The same couldn’t be said for his actions with other associates, but one thing he knew was that you were deserving of all the respect in the world. Respect Cole was not giving you. Cole nodded to the two men and followed you down the hall, not bothering to take off his shoes and add them to the files of boots by the door. Another mark in Bucky’s mind. You closed the door you’d held open behind him after giving a wide-eyed look to your two confidants whose eyes followed the whole thing.

Bucky scrambled to clean up the dinner plates and pack away the leftovers. It was smart of you to not offer Cole anything. He didn’t need any reason to stick around longer than you wanted him to. Bucky knew a thing or two about business dealings with enemies, and he was usually much cooler than this, but the fact he could tell you were freaking out, freaked him out.

He still hadn’t dealt with his emotions for you, and your earnestness not even half an hour ago had made it worse. So he did what he always does when he’s not sure and needs a wall to talk at: he called Steve.

Steve picked up in a surprisingly good mood. “Hey Buck, what can I do ya for.”

“I need to you gather everything you can on Cole Turner.” He frantically spat out. Steve grew serious to mirror his best friend’s tone. “And…” Bucky lowered his phone for a second and looked at Curtis. “What’s Jake’s last name.”

Curtis looked at him skeptically. “Jenson. Jacob Jensen.” Bucky nodded his head in thanks and lifted the phone back up to his ear.

“Did you get that?…Yeah, put our best guys on it. Ok, call me later tonight when you know. Doesn’t matter the time. Bye.”

Bucky lowered the phone and looked at Curtis who had just finished wiping down the counters. Curtis had his arms crossed and was leaned up against the kitchen island, opposite Bucky. “So you wanna tell me who exactly you are? Why you’ve got people who you can seemingly throw commands at for immediate attention? And why you care so much about this little farm that you’re only working at for a month?”

Bucky sighed and put his hands on the counter, pushing his body away from it, hinged at the hips, and hanging his head in between his arms. He stood up and quickly looked at Curtis straight in the eyes. “I think you know. I think you know the answers to all those questions, but I think you should also know, I care enough to be on your side.”

Curtis leaned in towards Bucky, his frame shadowing the mob boss’s in the evening light. For the first time in awhile, Bucky was intimidated. He knew how much Curtis cared for you, and he knew how hard he’d be pummeled if he messed up, whether Bucky used his combat training or not. He mustered up as much confidence as he could to rebuild his demeanor to face your Cousin. “You know I care, and I think all that matters is that I’m using my resources to make sure your cousin’s farm is okay and stays in her hands. You know I’m here to do business, but this is bigger than me and I see that now. I’m someone with power, and not unearned power like that prick in the other room. So I’m someone who uses that power in your best interest. That’s all you need to know right now.”

Curtis nodded in acceptance of Bucky’s answer. He could respect that logic, and the way Bucky held his cards close to his chest, because at the end of the day, at the core of Bucky’s motivations was your well-being. No matter how much he thought he could put a veil over it, Curtis saw through.

“Well, Bucky, I won’t doubt you then, but you better hold true and honest, for your own sake and for hers. And I hope to hear more of your other ‘business ventures’ later down the road, but for now, I think our girl needs us.” Bucky nodded along in agreement.

“I don’t think there’s much else I can do right now while I wait for that intel to get back. You got anything?”

Curtis grinned and gave a small shrug. “I can think of one thing. Go up in that top cabinet above the fridge. We’ve got a bottle of the good stuff. She’s gonna need it once we can get the slime ball to slide outta here.”

Bucky’s shoulder’s bounced with a small laugh as he pulled down the bottle. “Let’s get cracking then.”

It was another half hour before Cole emerged from your office and looked cockily at the two men chatting in your kitchen. You followed closely behind, doing your best to subtly corral him out of the house.

“I hope you’ll consider my offer. Actually, I know you will. Over dinner next time.” He smirked back at you over his shoulder. You escorted him out the door as politely as you could, draining your last bit of energy. You closed and locked the front door, which rarely was so, and peeked through the window until he was gone.

You turned around to look at the two of them as your shoulders slumped. You dragged your feet over to the island where Curtis and Bucky were leaning leisurely, grateful Curtis knew exactly what you needed as he slid the filled shot glass toward you.

You grabbed it and threw it back, slamming it back down on the butcher block counter top as Curtis moved to refill it. “How many do I have to catch up on?”

“Only two.” Curtis replied as he slid the shot glass back over to you again.

“Let’s make it three.” You choked out after you attempted to swallow down the burn of the second shot.

“Bucket, can you please make us some water bottles? I’ve gotta get out of this house. We’re going for a walk.”

“Yeah, okay, Honey. Only on the condition that you put my boots on me for the walk. My hammies are sore from being your little chore boy.” He replied as he reached into the cabinet to grab the bottles.

He smiled to himself when he heard your giggle. He’d normally never complain that openly and ridiculously, but you gave him the reaction he was hoping for. Anything to make sure the life wasn’t totally sucked out of you by Cole.

“Your negotiations are no good here. You put your own boots on and take your own boots off unless you’re married. My house, my rules. But tell ya what, I’ll let you have another shot of this small-batch bourbon with me and Curty boi. That’s more than payment enough.” You winked at him as he handed you the water bottle. The three of you taking the last shot and heading out the door, making your way towards the back of the property.

It was an easy walk through level fields, just long. The three of you fell into easy conversation about anything other than Cole, insisting you’d debrief them tomorrow, so the conversation mainly consisted of teasing Curtis about the new girl and her truck he had to fix last week. The comfortable silences otherwise were filled with the sound of the crickets chirping. You found comfort in the caress of the warm, humid breeze that blew through as you walked towards the hills where the old mines of the property resided.

Once you reached the entrance, you turned around and faced the two large men. “Buck, you’ve been working really hard this week, so I think it’s time I showed you what you’re working toward. Figured it would be a nice change of pace for us to take a look at this tunnel tonight, and we can start scheduling some time in for us to fix up the scaffolding and supports.”

Bucky nodded, looking at you with a grin on his face while Curtis clicked on his flashlight. “I’m honestly curious to see what’s going on in there. I don’t think we’ve ventured in since we were teenagers.” His voice echoed through the mouth of the mine.

You led the way, turning on your own flashlight, scanning the dirt walls and old, wooden supports. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think you could work with this, right, Bucket? This tunnel specifically doesn’t have an outlet like the connecting network in some of the others, so it would be mostly storage. You could probably send some underlings out here to help you out.”

You both laughed as Bucky walked closer to the wall, examining one of the support beams. “Yeah, I mean, I own a construction company, so that shouldn’t be a worry at all.”

That caught Curtis’s attention as he stopped to give a side glance toward Bucky. You continued on ahead unfazed as Bucky kicked the wooden beam in front of him to test its integrity. It crumbled slightly at the toe of his boot. Underwhelmed with the scale of the break, the two men made a move to step forward when they heard a rumbling, followed by the beam Bucky had kicked crashing down in front of them. Pebbles shifted and fell out of the ceiling, followed by larger rocks and before they could blink, the tunnel buckled creating a wall of sand and stone between you and them.

All Bucky could hear was your muffled scream on the other end. I’m okay, just get me out of here. He was going into panic mode, but a plan still was racing though his brain as he made every attempt to mash it together into something coherent. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Curtis yell. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”

Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”

Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”

Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”

“What? What does that ha-“

Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”

Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”

Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. Bucky did the same, calling Steve. It was time to send backup to the farm. He could have his men out here tonight, and your friends by at least the morning, sending his private jet to retrieve them.

He needed you out of that tunnel like he needed to breathe, mostly because if he didn’t get you out of there within a day, you wouldn’t be able to.

Next >

Bonus A/N: so much going on!! What will happen next? Who was the girl whose truck Curtis had to fix??

Thank you so much for reading!! Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are soooo appreciated. Lmk if you’d like to be added to any of my tag lists. Love you!

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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!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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)

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Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist

Masterlist for my 200 followers Writing Challenge

smut = 🌶️, 🥹 = fluff; 🩹 = angst

Writing Submissions 💥

Bucky Barnes

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

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

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

Steve Rogers

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

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

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

Lloyd Hansen

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

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

Ari Levinson

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

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

Jake Jensen

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

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

Curtis Everett

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

Ransom Drysdale

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

+1 BB's

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

Writing Requests (Answered) 💙

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

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

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I Love You 3000 Masterlist

Here is the masterlist that shall be updated whenever a new entry to my writing bonanza gets posted!

If you would like to enter or take park in the exchange you can find all the information here!

All original work belongs to the creators!

PLEASE HEED ALL WARNINGS GIVEN! Your media consumption is your responsibility! If you think something will trigger you, DO NOT READ OR VIEW IT!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Something There - Firefighter!Johnny x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: after a somewhat rocky start you begin to wonder whether there was something between you and Johnny

Warnings: Mention of injury! Mention of Fire emergency! Minor Angst! Fluff!

Burnin' Up Update - Firefighter!Chris x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: A little sneak peak into the future lives of our favourite emegency services couple

Warnings: none

Stay - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Apartment hunting is becoming difficult thanks to Steve's help

Warning: Minor Angst! Fluff!

Lion's Den - SoftDark!Assassin!Curtis Everett x Black!Reader

By @dc418writes

Summary: the mysterious man in the corner booth is gonna make you wish you stayed home

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS!!!, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of adult happy fun times, allusion to reader being held against her will (so dubcon..?? Ish??? 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Not a Nobody - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Revelations occur when fake dating Steve leads you to getting captured

Warning: Kidnapping! Light Angst! Fluff! Brief Mention of Blood!

The Other Side Of The Door - Andy Barber x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Tensions boil over when Andy works late on a tough case

Warnings: Angst! Happy Ending!

Do You Remember? - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @lives-in-midgard

Summary: After Steve almost lost you during a mission he needs to tell you about his feelings for you.

Warnings: light angst, them being on a mission, let me know if I missed anything!

An Angel with a Darkside - Biker!Curtis Everett x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Curtis is a man with a dark side, a side he never showed to you... but now you really wanted it

Warning: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Use of sox toys! Language! Dom!Curtis

Elementary - CEO!Ari Levinson x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Too many shots of tequila plus an insanely attractive boss equals an unforgettable night

Warning: Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18 + ONLY! Minors DNI!

Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: A meeting with Curtis 'The Axe' Everett takes a surprising turn

Warnings: Darkish? Mob Dynamics! Arranged Marriage! Language! Guns! Brief Mention of Blood!

A 21st Century Romance - Jake Jensen x Princess!Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: you sneak out of the party meant to find your future husband, only to find your perfect match outside

Warning: Fluff! and some more Fluff!

Triangle - Steve Rogers x Reader

by @nekoannie-chan

Summary: Steve has feelings for two people.

Warnings: Angst! Love Triangle! Fluff!

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𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

(Last updated: 15th May, 2022)

Welcome to my playground, where there are no rules except to have fun hoeing! Oh, and ALL my work is 18+, so fair warning. Minors please stay away! I try to not describe the reader at all, to ensure a better immersive experience. Enjoy!! My requests are closed for now; will reopen them probably later. Thanks!

¤▪︎ Latest Update: In the end, it's you and I

Untitled Shark Week Andy Drabble

A Burden To Carry: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader (angst, eventual smut, 18+)

A Love So True: Chris Evans x Fem! Reader (angst, series)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Irresistible: Chris Evans x Fem!Pregnant!Reader

My Girl: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

When the party's over: Chris Evans x Ex!Fem Reader

I Heard a Rumour.... : Sub! Chris Evans x Domme!Reader

Strangers in the Night: Bodyguard!Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Is Polo-sexual A Thing? : Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Where He Belongs : Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Rendezvous : Chris Evans x Fem! Reader

Part 1|| Part 2

Untitled Office Drabble: Shark Week: Andy Barber x SecretGf!Fem!Reader

The Walls Have Ears: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

At the edge of a Precipice: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Actions Speak Louder: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Untying the Knot: Andy Barber x Desi!Reader

To The Windows, To The Walls : Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Breezeblocks: Series (on hiatus): law student!Andy Barber x Professor!Reader

Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3

In the end, it's you and I: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

The Mark of An Angel: Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader (Dibs' Body Positivity Challenge 2021) (cw: body negativity, intense body dysmorphia)

The Learning Curve: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Stoking the Ember: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (Merry Hoemas Challenge 2020)

Dire Consequences: Mob!Boss Steve x Fem!Reader (Cloudystevie's 4k challenge)

I See Red: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader (Hoelentine's Day Challenge, 2021)

Are you Mine?: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader (Dark fic, please read warnings)

A Deal With Drysdale: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Femme Fatale: Ransom Drysdale x Conwoman!Reader

Desk Shenanigans : Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Lifeguard!Chris

Chris on a Videocall

Ari's torso: Hoe Thots Part 2

Ransom being...well, Ransom

Hugging Chris from Behind

A Heart of Gold: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Saccharine Sweet: Bryce Langley x Fem!Reader

The Naughty List: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader (Happy Hoelidays Challenge 2020)

Baker’s Delight: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

That Blue-Eyed Boy: Gym!Trainer Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

Enigmatic Illusions (on hiatus): CEO!Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader (a lil' dark) Part 1 || Part 2 

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Sweaters Any Fucking Fic Challenge Masterlist

Anyone that joined in my first challenge, THANK YOU for making this everything that it was. Everyone's hard work and stories were just incredible, the prompts really made into something special, and I'm just blown away with how incredible all of it came out. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You! Below you will find all the fics entered. 

All the writers on this list are so talented with there characters. I highly suggest looking at there Masterlists and exploring some of there other pieces. I am so pleased with everyone who participated, and I hope you all enjoy the hard work and love they all put into these pieces.   

Why Are You Awake Right Now? written by @evans713 Chris x Y/N. You must resist the temptation to call Chris. No matter what, you even recruited the help of your best friend to keep you away. But of course, You can't sleep, and it's getting so hard to keep yourself occupied. This was so good! I was held in so much suspense the entire time.  

Bucky and The Bed (5) written by @that-damn-girl Bucky Barnes x Y/N.  You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an ‘electronic blackout’ during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only small house you find  in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky has become your personal heater and there’s only one bed.

The Lockscreen (Drabble) written by @stuckonjbbarnes Steve x Stella (OC) Steve asks for his phone back from Stella while they (Bucky as well) are all hanging out. Stella finds Steves background quite amusing, but there is payback as well. Very Cute preview to stuckonjbbarnes upcoming fic. 

Piss Baby written by @lielullabye Steve x 10percent Reader. Steve apparently has a bit of a jealous side when it comes to you. Especially when your enjoying yourself while hanging out with Thor. Will this come between your friendship? Really love her 10 percent reader Masterlist and everyone should go check out the dynamics between these two. 

On The Run written by @iwritethingstoo Dark!Gambit/Remy LeBeau x Kimi (OC) Kimi made a choice, and that was to stay with Remy although Hunted by the X-Men. Once a decision is made, she has to return for something valuable left behind. But can it be retrieved before all hell with the X-Men break loose? Really awesome! action packed and a damn good time. 

Logan's Peace written by just-marvel-fanfics Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x Dr. Marabel Roche (OC). Logan has himself a little slice of paradise, a safe haven. But it is a place, or is it a person? To watch these two interact is a true treasure and absolutely adored these two. Note- Sadly this blog had to be deactivated. But she did write this story specifically for me, it will stay on this list. It was a marvelous piece of writing, showing us her personal characters. 

Morning Lovin' written by @donutloverxo Ransom Drysdale x Y/N You have to head into work, but Ransom has other plans for you. Unfortunately your life isn't one of luxery like his is. But he has ways to have you change your mind. 

Bad Things written by @nellblazer Dark!Biker Bucky x Y/N Bucky is in a Mood. When life seems pretty basic, everyday, in you walk in search of your dumbass biker brother. Bucky can't help notice you right away and takes a liking to you. He knows who he wants now. So good, and gotta say I fell hard for Bucky in this fic.  

Hurt written by @just-the-hiddles Sir Thomas Sharpe x Clara Appleton (OC) Clara never thought her life would be that exciting.  That was until Sir Thomas Sharpe appeared in her father’s office and set her life on a different path. This one had me guessing to the end! SURPRISE ENDING! Loved the twists and turns! 

Alpine? written by @buckeroonie323 Bucky Barnes x Y/N Bucky, with the help of Sam, if preparing a surprise for you. So you MUST STAY OUT OF THE KITCHEN. So hanging out in the living room, you happen to see sweet Alpine... with a whole new look. This was so sweet and I loved how adoring Bucky was.  

Nothing Hard About It written by @yespolkadotkitty Geralt x Jaskier. Geralt sends Jaskier down to retrieve an item needed to deal with a quest. While the bard is occupied, Geralt deals with some thoughts racing through his mind. Or tries to. Really loved how they were portrayed, and such a great read. 

Almost Forever (3/3)  written by @what-just-happened-bro Loki x Jesse (OC) Years after the snap and the Avengers decide to take one more chance at it, one more shot at stopping the mad Titan Thanos Snap. If they can retrieve all the stones, is it possible? Jesse is challenged with old faces, old feelings, and maybe they can save the world. Bring back all that was lost. This was such a stunning conclusion. With lots of surprises to be had. Main Story Masterlist found Note- Sadly this original story was on another Blog that had gotten shut down. Should Satan rewrite it on her new account, I will be re-adding to the list. But her Masterlist should absolutely checked out as she is recovering fics lost and writing new ones. A writer with multiple talents, there a bit for everyone.  

I Think I have Been In Love With You for Years-  Part 1 Part 2 written by @deboryanne Peter Parker x spiderwoman Y/N. Peter and You are on a mission that has a slight hiccup. Afterward, you are dealing with a whole new issue, and this isn't quite as easy as being able to just swing away to safety with your Spidey web. So good, and Love the chemistry these two characters have. 

To Loose and You'll Lose It Prologue: Well Fuck Me written by @what-is-your-plan-today and @icanfeelastormbrewing Jake Jensen x Stella Stevenson (OC) Clay and the team is all set to bust up a Children's Sex Traffic Operation with the help of an inside woman. Moving forward, it's time to welcome her to the team. Excellent co-written story, honestly this story has a bit of everything, and you're left with just wanting more.

Broken-hearted written by @nekoannie-chan Steve Rogers x You. Steve and You have a wonderful 2-year-old daughter, Sarah. But the snap takes her away, and you both must rebuild from this tragic loss. If there's a chance to fix it, he has to take that chance, right? So good and really love the angst built into this fic. Shows the characters immense strength. 

Merchant of Death written by @chris-evans-indian-fanfic​ Mob Thanos and You. Feared and Respected, a giver to the less fortunate, Thanos has made a name for himself. But that doesn't much matter to you when he's brought into your emergency room. He though can't get enough of you and sets out to make you his. Can you fall in love with a Mobster and still have your values? This was such a great read, incredible from beginning to end. You felt for both the main characters and that ending. Oof! Stunned me. Everyone should go read this fic. 

Annoying Your Neighbors 101: A Guide Book By Steve Rogers written by @fandomsandxfiles-writes​ Steve Rogers x You Going undercover with teammate and friend Steve, you both go to investigate mysterious circumstances in a seemingly nice neighborhood. Your cover? Newlyweds just settling down. Can you two catch the culprit, or are you two catching feelings instead? Damn! I absolutely loved and adored this piece. So damn good. 

On The Run written by @donutloverxo​. Steve Rogers x You. You are married to Steve and come to the realization that things are not always picture-perfect. Then comes a time where Steve is accused of helping a terrorist as well as refusing to sign the accords. You both go on the run, and learn the truth, he was helping his best friend Bucky, who was wrongfully accused. Being on the run means you all have to share close quarters. You and Steve have to get a bit creative at times to be together. Really wonderfully written and I just love the multitude of feelings this reader goes through. SMUT. 

Tempest written by @stargazingfangirl18​. Ransom Drysdale x You. Non Con/Dark. Read at your own risk. Knives out spoilers. Ransom returns home late after Harlan's party, and he isn't himself. Anger and Malice simmer in him, and he turns those frustrations out on you. Once he had his hands on you, there is no getting away. I have a dark soul, and this spoke to me. I loved it, it was exciting, a little scary and Ransom was a force to be reckoned with. 

Blood Roses written by @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ Dark!Steve Rogers x You. You dont know who you are, but Steve is your devoted husband making sure to remind you as well as take care of you. Or so you thought. But things are suspicious and the further you dig into the clues, the more the truth comes out. 

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Masterlist

Fluff 💞| Smut 🔥| Angst 🧊| Allusions to/smut-adjacent ❤️‍🔥 | Semi-dark ♟️| Light Angst ❄️

Series

Bucky Barnes

You Catch More Bees With Honey (Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU

Steve Rogers

The Rainmaker (Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU

Kill for Me (Lloyd Hansen x Dark! Reader, Steve Rogers x Dark! Reader)

Good Things (lost love, bbf! Steve x reader) (coming soon)

Bodyguard Steve???

Stucky

Guardian Angel (Mafia! Stucky x Bodyguard! Reader) part of the Galvanized AU

Ari Levinson

Bigger Houses (Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader) a series based off Dan and Shay’s latest Album

Curtis Everett

Handiwork (Mechanic! Farmhand! Curtis x Bartender! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU

Jimmy Dobyne

The Banes of the Ball (Jimmy Dobyne x Heiress! Reader)

Lloyd Hansen

Kill for Me (Lloyd Hansen x Dark! Reader, Steve Rogers x Dark! Reader)

Jake Jensen

Pressed Code (Mafia! Jake Jensen x Bodyguard! Reader) part of the Galvanized AU

One-Shots

Bucky Barnes

…just a quickie 🔥 Bucky can’t keep his hands off you an an event. It’ll be quick, he promises.

Steve Rogers

Sick of It ❄️💞 Steve looks good in everything and you’re sick of it

A Celebration Just For Us 💞 You want to celebrate Steve’s actual birthday

Jake Jensen

Touch My Butt💞❤️‍🔥 Dating Jake is great, he’s such a gentleman

Wait Until We Get Home 🔥 (CT 2024) You promised Jake anything he wanted if he could keep his hands to himself until you got home

Marshmallow Dream 💞🔥 A rainy day can still be a good one if the right person knows how to turn it around. Jake’s Rough Days That Should Be Me

Can’t Fight the Moonlight 🔥💞 Your werewolf boyfriend can’t fight how badly he wants you when he sees you in your Halloween costume

In Your Arms ❤️‍🔥💞 Jake tries to treat you to a spa day on your honeymoon part of the Say I Do AU

Curtis Everett

From Both Ends 💞❄️ When work and responsibilities spill over, Curtis helps you clean it up

Morning Mewl 💞(PhD Candidate! Curtis) Curtis is nervous for his PhD defense

I’m So, So Proud of You 💞🔥 Curtis is proud of you for getting that job

Drip…and Lick 💞❤️‍🔥Curtis treats you to a truck bed date…and forgets to cut the watermelon

Pour Clueless Babes 💞❄️❤️‍🔥 (SB 2024) you and the broody bartender can’t help your want to be around each other

Why Not Both? 💞🔥 Curtis wants to treat you in your special day

A Well-deserved Treat 🔥 After a long day, you know exactly what Curtis needs

Comfort Cuddles in Bed💞

Ransom Drysdale

Meet the Parents 💞❤️‍🔥 You prep Ransom to meet your family

A What in Church? 💞🔥 (CT 2024) (can be read as a continuation of Meet the Parents or stand-alone) Ransom agrees to come to church with you and your family

Details 💞❤️‍🔥Ransom can’t help the way he pays such close attention to every detail regarding you

Rainy days and cozy sweaters 💞

Lloyd Hansen

Saint or Sinner? 🔥♟️ Lloyd wants to know how much it takes for a Saint to break

Ari Levinson

Whatever You Need 💞❄️ You want nothing more than couch cuddles with Ari after a long day

Sweet Coworker Ari and the car troubles

Bartender!Ari Thots

Andy Barber

Feral-ish Homecoming💞🔥

Paul Diskant

Moving Drabble ❄️💞Paul’s job stresses you out. Late nights and LA danger are too much

Random and Extras

Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration

500 Follower Cornucopia Event

The Great British Baking Show With the Babes

Movie Reviews

Sebastian Stan

Chris Evans

Fic Rec Masterlist 2

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2023 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

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

Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

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2.5k Followers Creative Challenge and Exchange Masterlist

Here is the masterlist that shall be updated whenever a new entry to my creative challenge and exchange get posted!

If you would like to enter or take part in the exchange all the information on how you can take part is here!

All original work belongs to the creators!

PLEASE HEED ALL WARNINGS GIVEN! Your media consumption is your responsibility! If you think something will trigger you, DO NOT read or view it!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Fixing A Problem - Mob Boss!Ari x Reader

By @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Summary: Ari and You were invited to an evening at Steve’s and Bucky’s estate. After an easy going evening, you and Ari are made aware of exactly why the invitation was extended.

Warnings: Oral Sex, mentions of drugs, alcohol, working women and assault. No heavy detail of the last two.

Island Paradise - Jake Jensen x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan​

Summary: Stuck on an island paradise pretending to date your best friend... what could possibly go wrong...

Warnings: Language! Fluff! Lil bit of Angst! Anti-Tech Mogul!

Secret Crush - Chris Evans x Reader

By @lives-in-midgard

Summary: Reader drives to Chris, then a thunderstorm comes and the reader has to stay the night and share a bed with him.

Warnings: Fluff! Thunderstorms!

I’ll Love You More - Alpha!Trucker!Ari x Reader

By: @autumnrose40​

Summary: He slightly smiles and sighs softly, “Alright honey, thank you for trusting me, why don’t you get some sleep, it’s gonna be a few hours before I drop the load off, if you need anything, let me know, my name’s Ari.”

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics! Mild Angst! Size Kink! Pregnant Reader!

Locked In - Frank Adler x Reader

Summary: Your usual Friday night with Frank takes a surprising turn

Warnings: Language! Fluff! Tiny bit of Angst!

Nomad’s Girl - Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Mob life can be dangerous, but Steve shows you the lengths he'll go to to make you feel safe

Warnings: Soft!Dark!Steve! Mob Environment! Violence! Attempted Sexual Assault! Mention of Drugs! Trauma! Angst! Fluff! SMUT 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!

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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

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Everything For You: Part 4

A/N: Some smut in the second half

The oval engagement ring on your finger had shone delicately in the light, the stones set into the platinum ring had sparkled brilliantly with every cusp and mark of brilliance you could have ever imagined. It had been chosen the day before Jake left for the military, the chosen stone and setting perfected for you although there had been no time to ask you, to give it to you, before he had left.

Instead of giving you the ring after you had given your virginity to him the night before he left, Jake held onto it with the intent of asking you later. However, the ties that bound you had also alluded to breaking your connection down to singular threads in your absence of each other, with Jake and yourself taking partners that weren’t suited for either one of you.

Jake having slept with omegas when he was in the army, wherever he was, and you taking toxic and necrotic alpha after alpha only to be mistreated. It was not the treatment you would inflict on anyone and yet you allowed yourself to be related as terribly as you had because you didn’t think you were worthy of Jake himself or the future he would have been able to give you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Her scent was familiar, it was almost like a constant draw that comforted you in a sisterly way.

Throughout the years of you and Jake being separate, she had kept an eye on you. You’d known it was a favour to Jake, to keep a kind of watch over you while he was gone so he could be informed of everything you had done.

Just as Steph had watched over you, she had also promised Jake that unless your life was at risk she wouldn’t intervene with your personal choices. She wouldn’t step in to stop you from doing something because it was your life and your mistakes to make. She knew that whatever happened between you two while you were apart had to be part of the process that would lead to you coming back to each other.

“The ring is..a lot.” You turned it on your finger, feeling the shape of the stone on the underside and the smooth edge digging into your palm as you clenched your hand. “It’s beautiful but I would’ve-“

“I know,” Steph had shrugged and stepped closer to the powder room mirror, nudging you gently as you rest upon the puffed lounge chair in the room, “but you know Jake. Nothing is good enough for you.”

“I’ve been hiding out here for a while, the party’s winding down and I know he’s not going to let me go home.” Your heart fluttered, your stomach flipping end over end the longer you thought about Jake and his ability to get his way out of pure stubbornness.

He was your best friend, he had been your best friend for years. You knew him inside and out, you knew that while so many people looked him over and disregarded him as someone who could take over from his parents, Jake’s tenacity and his stubborn nature would make it almost impossible to fight him on this. Jake was regarded as a dork, a geeky little alpha who liked messing with computers, playing video games and reading more comic books than you could count.

He was regarded as someone who didn’t have the balls or the gumption to take over, and though others had doubted him you hadn’t. You always knew he was a powerful force to be reckoned with, an alpha who would become a stronghold.

Even if that had meant that you were on the receiving end of his stubborn nature.

“Do you want to go home?” Steph raised an eyebrow, eying the doorknob to the powder room that was rattling. “Because if you do-“

“Steph, I’m not-“

“Princess…” Jake’s voice radiated through the wooden barrier, the sing-songy baritone husk making you shiver with anticipation of what was, or could, happen tonight. “Don’t make me break down the door, you know I can.”

“Jake!” Steph had called back with a roll of her eyes and an annoyed scowl. “You break down the door and I guarantee you the ass-kicking of your life!”

There was a moment of silence and then the subtle knocks had come through the door, a radiating clutch of his scent inflicting your inhibitions. You rose to your feet, swaying slightly as your hindbrain had not only accepted his desire but revelled in it, with the knowledge that your alpha was coming calling for you and you alone. You busied yourself with the minute task of turning your ring back to its proper placement, and then you had taken a deep breath to calm yourself down.

It was just Steph and you in the expansive powder room, standing beneath the crystalline chandelier and gold-dusted fixture but the idea of your alpha and future husband on the other side of the door pumping out pheromones like a mating call was almost too much to handle. You were irrevocably overwhelmed and turned on by every beat and pulse of his desire-laced scent, every interlocking note of his scent was addictive to you, just as yours was to Jake.

“If you don’t want to do this, stay here tonight I mean…” Steph had grabbed your arm before you could reach for the door, her eyes so reminiscent of Jake’s had settled on yours. “You know you can stay with me and my husband. You know Hannah missed you.”

“I missed her too.” You barely manage to get the words out between inhaling air and gulping down Jake’s scent that’s as heady as steadily as it’s being pumped out. “But do you want the constant knocking on your door?”

You spoke of Jake as he stood on the other side of the door knocking repeatedly and speaking your name like a broken record to get you out of the powder room. He was relentless, he was all too happy to stand there and annoy you into coming out from your hiding place which was a move you were all too familiar with.

He was a natural when it came to annoying the people around him with his happy-go-lucky attitude and the underlying permanent goofiness that would never truly be eradicated from him. Even as he took his place as the big bad leader of this whole empire, he would always have that natural sunshiny portion to himself.

“You promise you’ll come to visit when he finally lets you leave the bed?” Steph had questioned you, her hands resting on your shoulders. “We can go for coffee or go shopping, we can even just lay around watching cheap reality shows-“

“Princess, I’m losing my patience. Either you come out here willingly, or I’m coming in there and when I do, your ass is mine.” Jake’s playfulness was overshadowed with hunger, a growl ripping from his lips as he stated his intent to have you one way or another.

“If he ever lets me go-“ you flicked the lock and started to open the door, squealing when it was ripped open for you, and Jake appeared on the other side with a solicitous smirk on his face and eyes darkened by lust.

“You couldn’t have waited two more minutes?” Steph shoved the heel of her hand into his shoulder with a powerful strike although he hadn’t wavered nor did it seem like he had felt it at all.

“Goodbye, Steph.” Jake’s steady and unwavering lust-stricken eyes were fixated solely on you, not a single glance toward his sister as she brushed past him while muttering under her breath. “Hello, Princess.”

“I should go-“ you took a step to the left, knowing it was futile but regardless you tried anyway.

The sound that had fallen from Jake’s lips was intensely and purely dominating and possessive. The growl had come from a man who was deep into his alpha hindbrain, the sound of the growl as it built in his chest had reduced you to a simpering mess. You whined and turned your head exposing your neck to him instinctively while your hindbrain was firing off warnings not to disobey this powerful alpha in front of you.

“You’re not going home.” Jake’s voice was husky and possessive with every beat and half-beat as he spoke his intent for you. “You’re not leaving me. You and I are going upstairs and you’re going to be my good little princess-“

“Jake-“

“You’re mine, and I’m going to have you. You’re going to spend the night and half the morning confined to my bed, omega.” He bared his teeth and spoke your designation with passionate consistency, managing to hold you upright as your legs had nearly given out from the alpha command that was accepted far too easily by yourself.

“Princess,” the flash of his eyes had brought momentary clarity to his eyes, the gentle giant you had loved and known was engrained and so tightly woven with this version of Jake who was possessive. There was no clear beginning or end, it was Jake and it was Jake as a powerful and hungry alpha.

“Let’s go upstairs and I’ll help take that dress off.” He nosed along your neck, breathing you in while obsessively scenting you to mark you as his despite everyone already knowing. No one would dare look at you while Jake was in this mindset let alone try and touch you, you knew that in this moment of Jake’s state of mind, he would likely rip whoever dared to pieces.

“Will I ever go back to my apartment?” You asked after Jake pulled you from the powder room.

“You don’t belong there,” he looked back at you, his eyes sweeping across your face and his hand was possessively clutching yours, “you belong with me. You belong in my bed, with every gorgeous fucking inch of you trapped under me.”

He gave your hand a sharp tug, leading you away from the dwindling party to the staircase and even further into his room.

His arm had pinned you down, his strength was nothing you could have fought off, and you were as good as tied down and helpless. He was as relentless as his tongue, the flex of that muscle as he drove you into the depths of madness with every stroke against your dripping pussy walls. Jake was solicitous in his intent to tongue fuck you into complacency while you were left reeling from the endless tweak of his fingers against your clit.

You don’t know how many times you’d cum already and he wasn’t satisfied. You don’t know how many times you had screamed his name as he devoured you with his mouth or drove you to a near-blackout state with his fingers.

You knew he wouldn’t have waited, you expected as much but to have you pinned to the floor the moment you stepped into his room was not what you were anticipating. Jake hadn’t even gotten your dress off before he got you on the floor with your dress shoved up your thighs.

He had bit the inside of your thigh with a warning to stay when you had squirmed too much, and instead of pain, it was intense pleasure that struck you.

It was the act of him claiming you, even if it wasn’t a mark on your neck, that was pleasurable. It was the feel of his teeth on you that had your brain going completely haywire as you rode the first orgasm of the night.

“Good girl,” you hadn’t been aware of him removing his lips and tongue from your pussy until you felt the weight of his lips against your own and the taste of your orgasms and cum on your flesh, “that was fun wasn’t it, Princess?”

“Jake…” you whined, your vision blurry from the orgasmic and blissful tears that rolled down your cheeks. “I can’t-“

“You haven’t even gotten undressed, Princess.” Jake had hovered above you, his lust-blown eyes raking up and down your body with vivacious hunger, and you narily had a moment to brace yourself before he had lifted you and carried you toward the bed.

“You just made me cum over and over and over.” You whimpered, your legs shaking and your cunt feeling overstimulated and sore from the way he feasted on your cunt. “I don’t think I could do more.”

Jake had pressed his hands upon the bed and leaned over you, his chest almost directly flush with your nose, he kept you close and then reached one hand behind your back to unzip the back of your dress.

The soft sound of the zipper being pulled down had come before Jake had trailed his fingers up and down your exposed spine, the pads of his fingers tracing and trailing every part of your back that he could reach. He had hummed, the pleasant sound in your chest sounding more like a purr than anything, the rich sound stirring a string of whimpers and whines from your mouth that had brought Jake’s hands to a ceasing stop.

“Princess,” he inched back and cupped your chin, lifting your chin to make you look up at him as he towered above you, “I’m getting you undressed so we can go to bed. I want you to be fully recovered before I fuck you as I want, tonight was enough.”

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, the subtle dusting of flesh against flesh was enough to make your heart thrash and twist in tune with his. Your eyes fluttered closed, your breath hitching in your throat as Jake used his hands to push the dress down your chest and back to let it pool at your waist.

He had kissed you with every measurable emotion possible poured through the tentative kiss that stole your soul. Jake had hovered above you, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip as he tasted you and let you taste yourself, and as he pulled away you had stood with him.

It was Jake who had bent now, and it was his hands that grabbed the material to yank it down your thighs and legs, gently nudging you to stand before he tossed the dress behind him. As you had become all but bared before him, you were rooted to the spot when he looked at you from his place on the floor, his eyes brimming and blustering with intense want.

You were unable to cognitively deal with the intensity of his gaze and the alpha who had owned every part of you. You were unable to think or speak as he rose back to his feet and set his hands on your hips, running his hands up and down your sides before he gently pushed you back to the mattress.

“Lay down, Princess. Get comfortable.” Jake had cupped your cheeks before he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering against you. “I’m going to get you some water and something of mine to wear. I’ll be back.”

Jake had let you go, waiting for you to follow his command as you lift the blankets and crawled under the covers, your eyes lingering on Jake. Your best friend and alpha had smiled, goofily and brightly as before, waiting to get the last look at you before he slipped out of the room.

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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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Everything For You: Part 1

Soft drops of rain fell down the fogged glass and dropped to the cracked windowsill, the moisture from the lack of a proper seal felt as fitting as the storm that had been brewing outside.

The room was dark, there was nothing but the glow of a wax-melting lantern you had set up on your second-hand dresser and the light from the stormy night to illuminate the room. Your pillow was tucked under your head, the blanket falling from your waist without being pulled back up your chest as you stared out at the growing storm.

You watched the paths that the rain had taken down the glass, your eyes following them until they had reached the bottom while you had bit and ripped any dry skin from your lips and the inside of your mouth.

Your mind was busy tonight, it was on a constant cycle of memories and thoughts that fell to the forefront of your mind only to be replaced by another. It was a steady track that kept you awake even when your body felt exhausted and you knew you should have been sleeping.

There was a root system of thoughts, pictures and scenarios that had run deep throughout your mind. The constant barrage of things not yet finished or situations in your past that you wished you could have done over to save yourself some awkwardness or hurt. It was a record that kept playing over and over, the never-ending grind of your mind was relentless.

Tonight, at this moment, you thought of Jake. Tonight you wondered where he was in the world and how he was fairing in the military, the task he had given himself to accomplish was just training for what his life would be in the future to come.

He was set to inherit the role as the head of the powerful mob that controlled three entire states, albeit the smaller northwestern states that they were, and that had increased the pressure of a relationship that already felt stale.

You couldn’t call it a relationship, you knew you couldn’t. It was a friendship, you and Jake had been friends for years and there was never a chance to be more than that. Jake had enlisted in the military when he was 18, he had gone through some computer mechanics program with the army and had quickly taken the rank of Captain.

You were a high school graduate, an omega, who had never wanted to go to university. Or maybe you had and were trying to save yourself some shame from your inability to boost yourself into a college program.

When Jake left, you stumbled into some things you had never wanted or hoped for. You had met an alpha who was willing to help you take your mind off things, off of your best friend being thousands of miles away while you were left scrambling. You knew, you damn well knew you could’ve asked his family for help but your pride wouldn’t let you, your pride and your inability to see yourself in the same light Jake had seen you in, caused you problems.

It caused tension between the two of you, the alpha who was set to inherit so much, and the plus-sized omega who was mourning something that was never really hers, to begin with.

How in any possible way could you have ever had someone like Jake Jensen?

You finally closed your eyes and listened to the sound of the rain hitting the window. You listened to the sound of the storm as it was being unleashed outside while you shivered, yet refused to pull the blanket back up your body. You felt the first tear roll down your cheek, the warmth was a contrast to the chill that was wracking you.

The last time you and Jake had seen each other it had ended in a fight. You had still been in a pathetic entanglement with an alpha who treated you like a whore when Jake came home, he wasn’t supposed to be on leave but he showed up anyway. He showed up and he was beautiful, he had gotten rid of the glasses and his hair had gotten darker and thicker because he no longer bleached his tips. He had gotten thicker, broader and stronger.

He showed up on your doorstep and kicked the other alpha’s ass right out to the curb.

“If I ever see you here again, I’ll kick your head in!” The threat came from a darker place in Jake that you had never seen before.

The way he threw the alpha to the curb without a struggle, without a single fight was impressive even if you didn’t ask him to.

When you got back to your place, emotionally wrought, Jake spent the next hour chiding you for giving yourself up to a piece of scum. He raised his voice and paced back and forth like it was a personal affront to him that you had taken a guy like that in.

You knew you and Jake were close in childhood, you knew how much you meant to each other and yet your self-preservation and twisted pride wouldn’t have let you fall. You allowed yourself to be hurt by other people because of grief, a weak excuse to explain the hell you put yourself through, but it was the damned truth.

Jake left, and you knew he would have stayed if you asked him to, but you wouldn’t give yourself the chance to ruin the sense of duty he had.

So you let yourself grieve in all the wrong ways, which led to this.

Jake, chiding and scolding you while he helped clean you up when you broke down crying.

He told you he was going to come home, that he was going to get you and you would be together as a mated couple. You threw it back at him, in anger and because you were hurt by something deep within your soul, you threw it all back at him.

“I didn’t ask for you to save me,” you reacted with anger, scathing and emotional turmoil as you found yourself overwhelmed with everything chaotic in your life, “I didn’t ask you to come here!”

“It’s a damn good thing I did! Are those the kind of alphas you’d been with? The kind of guys you screw around with? Come on, Princess-“

“You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do, Jake! You’re not my alpha-“

“Not yet.” Jake bit back, his teeth snapping shut. “I remember the promise our parents made to each other. One day, I’ll come and take what’s mine-“

“Get out.” You shoved him, so overcome with a cascade and snowballing mess. “Get out of here! I didn’t ask for your help! Get out!”

You shoved him once, and then again. You shoved him again and again until you could force him out, continuing your attack on Jake while he let you, without a single fight from him.

He let you push him out, he let you push him out of your place with such vehement anger until you slammed the door in his face. You kept your hands braced against the wood as if you expected him to try and kick it open, preparing yourself for the attack that never came.

A crash of thunder rattled the window, the strike of lightning illuminating your room, almost matching the timing of your screen flashing with the arrival of a text.

“I know you’re awake.” You read the text, Steph’s name attached at the top, the message clear and bold in its intent. “Jake is coming home for good. He’s done with the military.”

His stint in the military was meant to bide time until he was ready to take over the mafia empire. His stint in the army was a placeholder for him being here with his family, his friends and the people he would be working with.

You gave yourself to Jake Jensen the night before he left for basic training, you let him take your virginity in a creaky, small bed. You let him have your body but he also took your heart with him, and that made you mourn his loss.

That made you do stupid things.

“When Jake comes home, you know he’s coming for you.” Steph was warning you of the inevitable. She was telling you that the pact your parents made when you were younger still existed, it was a contract of sorts, an agreement that was based on the bond you and Jake shared as children.

You were always promised to one another because Jake has said he could always tell you were perfect for him. He knew, maybe you had as well but you were better at shoving it deeper into the crevices.

Your refusal to acknowledge the bond was partly responsible for you screwing around with alphas who broke you. Alphas who used you during your heats wanted you during their ruts.

You allowed yourself to be talked down to and torn apart verbally because you were missing the greatest alpha you’d known. You allowed yourself to be hurt, to mask hurt.

It was a cycle that put you through a ringer, a vicious and twisted path that left you feeling splintered.

“I’m coming back for you, you know that. Lock me out, slam the fucking door in my face but I’m coming back for you!” Jake was aggressively poignant about communicating his needs, his wants and his intent to make good on your parent’s agreement.

An arranged mateship that would bind you for life when Jake was ready to take over, everything in between was trial and error, the few years to make mistakes before you became bonded to him.

“Y/N, he loves you.”

You turned the phone over and clutched the pillow, you tucked it into your chest and hid your face in the mattress. Your eyes burned, your throat tightened as a silent scream died on your lips. You were hurt, your entire body ached with emotional and physical exhaustion.

You were not what other alphas wanted. You were not a lithe and delicate omega that most alphas would say was their ideal choice. You carried weight in your hips, ass, thighs and stomach that made you a plus-size omega, you found yourself being torn between embracing your body as it was and listening to the alphas you’d slept with. The ones that told you they were taking pity on you.

If they didn’t want you, and they were losers themselves, then why would Jake?

Your phone buzzed just as thunder crashed outside your building. You kept one arm tightened around the pillow and the other flipped your phone back over. You spied the message with a hollow whine threatening to spill from your tongue, another message from Steph.

“I can take you out shopping to get a dress before Saturday.” It was followed by another text with another warning.

“You have to be there, please just let me know.”

You dropped the phone and rolled over, the blanket falling from the bed into a heap, the thunder and lightning still abrasive outside your window. You slipped your hands under the pillow and curled in on yourself, your body subjected to cold that was fuelled by your lack of wanting to move.

Almost as if you needed to feel the chill.

Jake was coming home; Jake was coming for you.

It should have been a promise, an endearing hope that made you feel light but rather it felt as if a weight was being pressed onto your chest, a weight that dragged you beneath blackened waters. Everything you did while he was gone was, and would, come to the surface.

Everything that had happened between you was going to come to a head, and if you didn’t show up on Saturday you knew damn well that Steph was telling the truth.

Either you would show up or Jake would find you and regardless of how it happened, you would be his.

You didn’t know what frightened you more, knowing that Jake would stop at nothing to have you, or knowing that you would finally have to trust someone else to take care of you.

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Everything For You: Part 3

You squirm because he feels too warm as he holds you against his side, his hand is too large as he settles it upon your waist to keep you locked in and his fingers are too electrifying as he spreads them against your dress.

He is Jake Jensen, he is your best friend since childhood and the alpha that was promised to you in an arrangement your parents had made in the early years of your life.

He is physically imposing with broad shoulders and a wide chest that’s taught and strong, it cuts a fine image of an alpha who is in his absolute prime that had the ability to become a deadly machine in order to protect what is his. His hand on your waist tells you that, his hold on you had not lessened since he pulled you from your hiding place to attend the party that was meant for him.

Jake’s hands are gentle yet possessive, as captivating and blazing as his eyes when he looks down at you with the inescapable hold that pins you to him.

The gift he had given you, his initials that mark you as his, feels light against your flesh. It’s cool and simultaneously burning your flesh with wanton and underlying desire, it’s his scent that clings to the metal and now clings to you. It’s the desire that was always there, squandered and beaten down by his departure and your descent into another alphas clutches, if for no other reason than to tamp down the emotional loss you felt from his departure.

But Jake is back now from the army, a changed man who is ready to take his world by storm. It’s all laid out for him in a crystal clear picture. Jake Jensen will become the head of this organization, he will become the man and alpha he was always destined to be, and he is taking you with him.

“You’re thinking hard.” The observation is made, and met, by your best friend and alpha who settles you in a quiet corner of the vivacious party. “You need to relax, princess.”

“I’m not one for parties.” You claim and look away, you have to look away because Jake’s stare is so intense and heady.

You have to look away lest you be swept away by his blue eyes and his plump lips. You need to divert your attention because you know that if you look at him for too long you’ll be weakened by the man you had given your virginity to.

It wasn’t just your innocence that you had gifted him with, Jake Jensen had once had your heart and soul clutched tightly in your hands, pieces of you that he had taken with him when he had joined and left for the army.

It was the loss of him that made you do stupid things, it was his departure that had made something within you crack and bend. Those cracks and bends, by extension, turned you away from the people who cared most for you.

Perhaps it was your heart and soul reacting to the loss of your alpha, something you had known on the basest level even if your mind was in disagreement, that left you seeking anything from any alpha. You knew that they weren’t anyone you should be around, you knew that they had only cared about your ability to take cock and knots, and that is where their loyalties had ended.

You were nothing but a warm place for them to sink their knots into, and that was enough for you at the time.

When Jake had come back on leave, when he had found out what you were doing he had been pissed off. He had been rightfully angry because you were allowing yourself to be treated like a plaything. You were allowing yourself to be degraded for the sake of feeling something, and that had hurt him more than you had ever realized.

When you kicked him out, it was a painful blow to both of you.

You hurt him; you damaged yourself.

“Come back to me, Princess.” Jake cupped your chin and raised your head, making you look at him through your teary eyes. “There you are, sweet omega.”

You blinked and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. Jake had made a sound that crossed between a sigh and a soft growl, the sound reverberating in your ears pleasantly. He had reacted before you could, wiping your tears from your cheeks and then he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“You’re beautiful when you cry, I only wish it was from pleasure and not whatever’s going on in your mind.” He had pulled away and his eyes searched your own, his hands tightening on your waist as you stared each other down.

A brief moment of silence had come between you and then Jake had pulled away, turning to face the approaching mated pair. His hand on your waist had tightened, and his body was flush against yours in a manner of protectiveness as he was greeted by two people you had never seen before.

You were zoning in and out of focus, your mind was wandering far into the depths of your mind before you would lean back into the conversation. There was so much to think about, so much to fixate your attention on without also adding the whispers that were radiating throughout the party.

“My future wife,” Jake had once again cupped your chin to make you look at him, and you were swept into a searing and passionate kiss as he claimed your lips, “is the only omega I have ever wanted.”

The couple he was talking to had admired the affectionate act, the soft sounds of approval were another catalyst that had added to the intimacy of the moment. You were turning into Jake’s body without even thinking about what you were doing, your hands resting against his chest and your eyelashes had brushed against your cheeks when your eyes closed.

“Congratulations to the future Mr. and Mrs. Jensen.” The wife had raised a glass in celebration, the title making you stir and pull away from Jake. “You seem like a perfect pair.”

“Aren’t we?” He had only looked at you, he had kept his eyes on you and you alone, softly sweeping his thumb against your cheek. “I always knew we would be.”

You turn into him, you hide in him as you close your eyes and tune out the rest of the world. It’s so easy to slip your arms around him as he rubs his hands up and down your back. He keeps you tightly bound to his chest, his scent is radiating and surrounds you tenderly like a warm blanket.

You inhale his scent and let it fill your lungs, your hands flattening against his back as you melt into him.

“You’re okay, Princess,” Jake mumbled, his chest rumbling as he speaks. “You’re okay, baby. You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m scared, Jake. I’m…” you whispered against him, securely and gently compressed as he crooned sweet nothings to you. “Do you want this? This arrangement –“

“It kept me sane,” Jake pulled away and cupped your cheeks, staring deep into your soul as he whispered his devotion in the quiet corner that had since been emptied again, “the thought of coming back to you and getting married, Princess…all I’ve wanted was you.”

You swallowed heavily, your chest rising in falling with every quickened breath as your heart racing in your chest. Jake was brutally honest about his want and his need, he was unwavering in his claim that you were his fiancée.

It was the truth at the base of it, this arrangement was a prelude to marriage. It would end with you and Jake marked and mated, and a ring on your finger. You would be bound by his mark and his ring, and the title of husband and wife would be ingrained in you.

It was enlightening, it was hopeful and it made you want for it.

“This night is about you as much as it was about me.” Jake’s lips brushed against yours again, his lips had danced along yours as he poured everything he had into the kiss that stole your breath.

You clung to him as he has clung to you, the two of you only parting when you were interrupted by Steph. She had appeared to your left and cleared her throat, drawing your attention to her.

“This whole grand place and you two are still wrapped up in each other.” Steph’s smile was wide, it was bright when she glanced between you and Jake. “Come on, lovebirds. Dinner is ready and you need to take your seats.”

Jake couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, he couldn’t dare have looked away when you sat next to him trying not to squirm. It was still as adorable as he remembered, seeing you fidgeting when he put his hand on you and even with your best fight at hand you couldn’t have denied how he made you feel. You both knew that this decision to have you arranged to be mates was not made lightly.

You had both known that your connections and your bonded friendship since you were children had made you perfect for each other. It was just a matter of time before you and Jake had been brought together for the sake of being mates, and future husband and wife.

He had meant every word when he told you that this was a welcome home party as much as it was an engagement party, even if he hadn’t asked yet.

You were his and he was yours, there would never be anyone more perfect for each other.

You had spent countless hours as kids running through the halls of his parent’s place, tearing off together as you played and joked around. You had always been together, always wanted to be close to one another and while no one had believed that Jake, as the goofy-looking kid that he was, could have taken over his family’s legacy, you had believed in him.

Even back then you told him that he wasn’t just capable of doing this, but that he had the right drive and strength to.

Just the thought of you had been enough to keep him sane when he was gone. The thought of you was what fuelled him when he was in the army, everything he had done was for you. When he was in his rut and had been sleeping around with other omegas to quell the fire, he thought of you. He had thought of nothing but you and how good it would feel to be with you again, to fill you with his knot instead of random hookups.

Jake had vowed that he would never take you and your position as his omega for granted, he would never stave off pleasure with you when you were reunited because he had done so for so long.

All those hookups meant nothing to him, he didn’t care for any of them the way that he had cared for you. You were his absolute everything, and all he wanted was to return to you.

The alphas you had been running around with and the omegas he was with, hadn’t mattered now.

Now it was you and it was him, back together where you had belonged.

“You want to take a walk outside?” Jake had leaned over and brushed his lips against the shell of your ear, the motion of him whispering in your ear drawing attention to the two of you. “You seem bored.”

“I’m not a fan of parties.” You repeated your earlier statement after turning to look at him, your breath catching in your throat. “I think I should go. I have to go back to my apartment.”

“Walk with me, Princess.” Jake pushed his chair back and stood before he pulled your chair out and helped you stand. “I want to talk to you.”

He kept his hands on you, he kept you close to his body for selfish reasons. He just needed to feel you, he just needed to touch you. He had spent far too damn long without you and he wasn’t going to let you go now.

“Congratulation again, Jake.” His arm was around your waist, his gaze settled on you and you alone as he was congratulated and welcomed home. “You must be happy to have Jake home.”

“He’s my best friend.” You cast your gaze upon him, almost bashfully glancing away when his stare became too intense. “I’m happy he’s home. I missed him.”

“I missed you too, omega.” He was aware of how you reacted when he spoke your designation, he was aware of the way you had shivered pleasantly and your scent had become dense and heady. “More than you can imagine.”

“Such cute lovebirds.” The guest had crooned, and Jake reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth as you flit your eyes back to him.

Jake had bid them goodbye with the excuse of needing some time to speak with you, and after they had left you two, Jake had continued your shared path toward the backyard.

He closed the door behind you two while you stepped away and wrapped your arms around your waist. He stood behind you and tilted his head as he watched you, studying you in your silence.

“Engaged. Is that really what this is?” You finally spoke and turned, looking over your shoulder. “We haven’t even courted.”

“We’ve been arranged since we were kids. We’ve always known it would be us together.” Jake had slipped one hand in his pocket and kept the other by his side.

He took calculated steps toward you while you stood at the edge of the back deck, your head tilted down. You were quiet and so was he, the two of you revelling in silence that allowed you to keep your thoughts to yourself, and although there wasn’t any discomfort in your silence, Jake knew you were thinking about different things.

“So that’s it? I welcome you home and we become engaged. From best friends to a married couple? You’ve changed, Jake. I’ve changed. We don’t…” You paused and chewed the inside of your cheek, your fingers gripping the satin of your dress.

“I have a ring.” Jake had broken the blip of silence, and his confession had you looking back at him with narrowed eyes and parted lips.

“You said you didn’t have a ring. Earlier you said you didn’t have anything.” You stepped toward him, your attention dropping to the hand in his pocket. “Did you lie to me?”

“I did say I didn’t have a ring. At the moment then, I didn’t have a ring.” Jake had pulled his hand out of his pocket, a small velvet box clutched in his hands. “The benefit of being the boss…you have people to pick up things for you.”

“Jake…when—?”

“During dinner,” he admitted infallibly, “I needed it for tonight.”

“Jake…”

“The ring I chose, I had it picked out a day before I left for the army.” He had stepped forward, stepped closer to you with that box still in his hands. “The night we-“

“I gave myself to you.” You muttered, bashful again.

“Yes you did,” Jake’s free hand reached for yours, and he squeezed gently as he took another step forward and then dropped to one knee, “you gave me everything. Now it’s my turn to give you everything.”

“Jake…” your eye grew wide, he could hear your heart hammering in your chest, every heady beat making him endeared evermore to you.

“Y/N, you are my best friend. I have loved you my entire life, you are my everything. Every breath, every beat of my heart is yours. You have every piece, every atom in my body. It’s all yours. You have always been my life, my future. God, I live and breathe for you.” He swallowed and drew his eyes up your body to capture your gaze again, his lips twitching as a soft and tender smile formed on his face.

“Y/N, my sweet omega, I can't imagine my life without you in it. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” Jake propped the box open and gave you the first view of the ring, the breathtaking shape of the main oval stone with clusters of smaller and more delicate diamonds around the oval diamond that was set upon the platinum band.

“Yes.” You answered airily, giving him what he had always wanted.

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Death By A Thousand Cuts

To you, he was Jake Jensen. To you, he was the tech guy working for the university and assisted students like yourself fix your issues

To him, you were Pretty Girl. To him, you were the young woman he was going to take as his own. To him, you were his but you didn’t know it yet.

Jake Jensen is not who you think he is. He’s geeky and dorky, but also a ravenous wolf in sheep’s clothing, a man deflecting his real power and influence.

He met you, his Pretty Girl, by a self-controlled meet-cute and he will never let you go again.