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Welcome to what's becoming quite the expanded universe. Funny how it all started with a pairing that didn't seem like it would work, but it's soon become so much more.

It really does take all kinds of packs to make it work in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas are learning to live and love together. One relationship at a time.

You can find even more of this universe in Part 2 and Part 3.

Jake and Steve have been looking for their omega for a while. Neither of them expect to have her quite literally drop into Steve's lap one day. (Their Omega comes to be known as Angel.)

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Part 1

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Part 4 (Final)

One -Shots

First Birthdays as a Pack: Jake / Steve / Omega

Moving In

Size Comparisons

Meeting Friends

Meeting Family

Alpha Commands - Coming September 30

Candle Making / Scents

Jake's Promotion Cake

An Accidental Eavesdropping

A Permanent Mark

Revenge Best Served by Three Alphas

Heats and Ruts

Anxiety-Induced Vertigo (Sicktember prompt)

Sick People Food (Sicktember prompt) - Coming September 30

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Bucky is surprised to run into an omega from his past. What surprises him even more is learning she's been raising his daughter, a child he never knew even existed. (Bucky's reader comes to be known as Precious.)

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 (Final)

One-Shots

Claiming His Omega

Missing Omega

Meeting the Grandparents

Gracie’s Designation Reveal

First Birthdays Together

Gracie’s New Friend

A Welcome Addition

Redecorating Omega’s Old Room

Spoiling Bucky

Evolution of Omega's Nickname

True Mate Connection

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Grizzly: Chapter 6

Pairing : Alphas Andy Barber/Curtis Everett/Jake

Jensen x omega reader

Warnings : maximum angst, Sexual contact,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay there!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What..did you do..?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andy gave a weak and coarse “I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh fuck, I-I didn’t know."

“That’s because I didn’t tell you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Brat Taming: Part 11

Hues of red and orange, soft pinks had been drawn across the sky almost as if one of the great artists had taken a brush and cleared it against the sky. There was such warmth in the skyline, the iridescent colours that drew the day to a close and welcomed the night were breathtaking.

It was gorgeous, the sunset that had been cast upon the city, although the moment was made more perfect by the company you kept.

Steve hadn’t let you go since you’d taken his mark, his hands and his body had been upon you as if you truly had been made one unit. There was never a moment where you didn’t feel the heat of his body, the great depths of his affection and his instincts to protect, provide and love. It was borderline intense, in the most toe-curling way, to feel him and have him.

The sunset had ushered it in, the last night you were going to be in the city with Steve before you had to leave tomorrow. Steve was coming back with you for a few days, a temporary stay in Boston before he would head back to NYC and then beyond for the missions set out for him.

“Do you wish we could’ve done more?” Your eyes fluttered closed as he spoke, the rumble of his chest against your back was verbally pleasing to your ears almost like his voice was laced with honey.

A purr had slipped from your lips in place of a verbal answer, the sound in tune with the soft caress of Steve trailing his fingers up and your body, in no particular pattern, while you lay against him on the bed. The two of you had closed the final night out in his apartment with dinner, a classic movie he loved from the ‘40s before you had finally gone to bed.

Instead of sleeping, you found yourself launched headfirst into long conversations. Some had been deep and meaningful about your past and what had helped shape the people you had become, while others were far less deep and intimate. There was never a true lull, never a moment where it had been clear that there was nothing left to say, or any residual awkwardness.

If you were silent, you were enjoying the feeling of each other.

“No,” you finally and verbally gave him a response, only after you had dug deeper under the blankets in the nest, “I liked this. It felt…good.”

Your heat had spanned almost all the time you had in NYC, and the two of you were confined to Steve’s place more often than not. The few times you had gone out when your heat had dwindled enough to leave, or even when it was over and you were marked by Steve, you had stayed close.

You didn’t wander far, at most taking a walk around the block just to get some fresh air and take a break from the building. Your plans to meet the team, or at least a few, would have to wait for you although you had brought up the idea of bringing Jake here and showing him Stark Tower.

“He would love it, honestly he would have so much fun.” You had let it slip that it would be a good date idea after Steve had relayed his hesitation toward his courting dates with Jake.

Steve was a dom, through and through he was a dom, but this was still relatively new to him. Steve being able to be with Jake out in public on a date, without fear of backlash or verbal assault was new. He was comfortable with who he was, he was reassured that he wanted both you and Jake wholeheartedly.

However, Steve was born and raised in a time where being an alpha with two omegas, let alone a male and female, was a scandal. Not to mention what would have happened to Steve if the government or army, back then, had found out that he wasn’t as straight as they would have liked him to be.

Back in the 1940s’, anyone who was found to live an ‘alternative lifestyle, would’ve been heavily punished or jailed, and the consequences were even worse in other countries.

Even if Steve had wanted to be open about his bisexuality, they would have silenced him. They would not have allowed that part of him to be out in the open.

Now, when the world was so much more accepting and agreeable, Steve had been proud and open about his feelings.

Even if he was still a little hesitant, he was proud.

“We go home tomorrow.” You muttered, watching the colours of the sunset against the New York City skyline pressed tightly against his body. “It feels good to have a mark.”

“You and Jake bet which of you can have all three first,” Steve’s soft lips trailed along your neck, his teeth lightly nipping your skin, a growl building in his chest when you shuddered and airily whimpered his name, “my money is on you, doll.”

“Me too,” your voice was growing with exhaustion, your eyes fluttering when the heaviness of sleep started to draw you in, your body craving rest.

Steve had drawn the blanket further up the bed, tucking you both in. He had rested his hand against your stomach, fingers curling against Jake’s shirt that you packed with you. You felt the warm caress of his breath against the back of your neck as he sighed softly, mumbling his next greatest wish against your flesh.

He had stumbled forward, his feet caught in the legs of his jeans, barely catching himself from the fall with his free hand. A sense of panic had surged within his veins when he woke up and found the time on the clock mocking him, egregiously reminding him that he could have slept through your arrival home if you managed to catch an earlier flight.

It was a necessity for him to greet you when you got home, he had to be the first one to watch you walk through the door and he had almost missed it.

“Fuck!” Jake’s loud curse had been heard through the closed door, and a chuckle from the other side made him pause.

He hadn’t managed to push himself off the floor before the door had been cracked open and then his eyes were directed to the alpha who had heard the events. Jake felt his mouth going dry, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as he sucked in Ari’s scent as drew himself closer.

Jake wasn’t able to look away, he couldn’t have possibly drawn his attention off of Ari’s bare chest and the ridges of his muscles that were draped and framed by a crisp white dress shirt.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” Ari helped lift Jake from the floor, setting him back on his feet. “Let me help you.”

Jake felt heat blistering his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, the touch of pink afflicting him was endearing to the alpha before him. And when Jake had cleared his throat, glancing away from the intense look in Ari’s eyes, he was greeted with another pulsing surge of his alphas scent.

“Steve said they’ll be here soon.” Ari hadn’t faltered from his task of yanking Jake’s jeans over his ass, his fingers nimbly pushing the button through the hole and then dealing with the zipper all while Jake had been squeaking and purring continuously. “Are you recovered enough?”

Jake had been made to look at Ari when the latter had cupped Jake’s chin. Ari drew Jake into a kiss, lips meeting lips and a soft whimper dying on Ari’s lips. Jake’s hands rest against his shoulders, his fingers clenching against the shirt that remained open.

There hadn’t been any kind of urgency in the kiss, in the exchange of affectionate passion until Jake heard the faint sound of a car door closing from the cracked window, the sound immediately drawing him away from Ari.

“Bear!” Jake yelled his excitement and darted around Ari, tearing himself out of the door and down the stairs until he was just over halfway down and was able to push himself over the railing.

Jake landed on the floor, almost misstepping but caught himself at the last moment. He had pushed past Ransom on the way to the front door, his excitement unfounded as he ripped open the door and screeched your name at the top of his lungs like it was a battle cry.

You had reacted with as much excitement, dropping your bag in the middle of the driveway, and bounding toward Jake. He met you in the entranceway and immediately set to wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you from the floor to spin you twice before he set you back down.

You threw your arms around his neck and stood on your tippy toes, slating your lips against his. Jake rested his hands against the curve of your ass, grabbing handfuls of you as you boldly and unapologetically greet each other with increasing and intense passion.

You had only pulled away when you both needed to catch a breath and when you had, Jake leaned forward and rest his forehead against yours. You both closed your eyes and breathed in each other’s scents, taking your fill of each other as you’d been apart for a week.

“I missed you,” he whispered to you, softly and tenderly, “I missed you so damn much, baby bear.”

“I missed you too.” The world, at least temporarily, was confined to you and Jake.

It was you and him, reuniting even if you hadn’t been separated long. It was Jake’s hands on your body, his chest pressed against yours as you breathed each other in. Your hands pressed against his chest, your fingers curling against him while your head was tipped back and your eyes were locked on each other.

The corner of Jake’s lips twitched a different kind of smile slowly building on his face. He raised a hand from the curve of your ass to the side of your neck where Steve’s mark was, his thumb rushing the healing mark tenderly. A shiver rippled down your spine from the gentle friction created by the pad of his thumb, the raised mark soon to heal, was a claim and a promise of the future.

“I’m so proud of you,” Jake praised you with every intention of making you melt against him, “look at how far we’ve come.”

“Proud of me? I’m proud of you.” Standing on your tippy toes, you pressed your lips to his again in quickened haste. “I promise I’ll tell you everything.”

You finally pulled away from Jake, patting his chest twice before you stepped around him and looked toward Ari and Ransom.

While Ari appeared to be readying himself for work, Ransom was standing nearby with a cup of tea in one hand and his phone in the other.

Ari had been the first you studied, the dress shirt he chose for the day had been left open to draw attention to his wide, broad and toned chest. His long legs are accentuated by the fitted black pants, the image of two creating this alluring and seductive image of your alpha.

“I missed you,” you drew yourself toward him, greeting him with as searing of a kiss as you had given Jake, pressing yourself against his warmth.

You spoke honestly, affectionately and endearingly drawn to the big, thick and strong alpha. You had hugged him, sighing in contentment when he had hugged you in return.

“You look good with that mark on your neck. Gonna let Levinson mark you next?” Ransom’s voice drew you from Ari, and you stepped toward the rich playboy.

Ransom wore the same light blue sweater, with tattered sleeves and a rip on the front, as he had when he dropped you off at the airport. His hair was falling slightly into his eyes, the soft dark strands stirring your attention and as pushed them out of his face, Ransom reached for you.

One had rested on the small of your back, thumb moving languidly in small motions that drew an elicit whisper. You had chirped softly while caught in his gaze, his hands on your body providing a level of security you hadn’t felt yet with him.

“No,” you drew yourself closer to him, the tip of your nose brushing against his, your lips parting with a soft murmur, “I want yours next.”

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Not In Front of the Fish...

Jake Jensen x roommate!Reader follow up to Watch the Fish (see previous or JJ Masterlist)

Summary: You've caught Jake doing something he shouldn't, but there's no reason you can't string him along...and along...and along until the line snaps.

Warnings for smut (many references to masturbation, protected sex), horrible puns (yes, hello, I'm Ro, welcome!), heavy innuendo, trolling this poor boi as hard as humanly possible, taking the lord's name in so much vain, kinda *aggressive* foreplay, aftercare, fluff, and whipped!Jake (deserves a warning because I sure as sh*t wasn't prepared 🫠).

Blame @bigtreefest...or thank Essie, ya know, whatevs! No beta, we die drowning in the fish tank. MINORS DNI. And yes, @whiskeytangofoxtrot555, the glasses stay on 🤭 Y'all may not realize this but I myself am an ultra-awkward nerd, so I identify with Jake's struggle and yet would absolutely, endlessly tease this mothaf**ka.

"Hey, Jakey. Whatcha doing?"

Well, thank fuck he's not still hard standing there with his metaphorical dick out, the last image from your laptop's screen seared into his eyeballs of some woman taking a load in her open mouth.

"Need me--" you steadily lick vanilla ice cream off a spoon, some caught at the corner of your wide open lips "--for anything?"

He stares. He stares so intently he almost falls over. Apparently, he's leaned into his staring.

"My help, perhaps?"

Your tongue rolls across the edge of the refilled spoon.

He thinks maybe he'll cry if you keep this up, but for the love of Christ, please keep this up.

"No," he squeaks. "Just..." Must you be wearing short-shorts? Is it essential that your tank top dip so low? "...saying 'hi.'"

His hand flings out in a wave, five fingers managing to point in eight different directions because he can't commit to any sort of normal human movement.

"So... Hi."

Some ice cream drips off the spoon down your chin and to your chest.

Jake is not here right now. Jake has died.

"Sure." You wipe up your mess and keep eating. "Sweet dreams, big guy. You look ready to hit the sack after a long...satisfying...shower." You let the spoon dangle from your mouth while brushing past him, which you have to do. You have to touch him because Jake can't fucking move for the life of him, and he swears to god you made your hand sweep across the front of his hip.

He jolts to follow the contact before overwriting his hind brain. His hand slaps the wall as he catches himself trying before collapsing into a begging puddle at your feet.

He should tell you. He'd rather die.

He should admit what he's done, admit what he wants to do, but when he stops pinching his eyes shut for strength, Jake turns to find you bent over in the doorway.

"Hello, sweethearts," you coo to the fish, "what would you like to do this evening? Maybe watch another movie?"

You wiggle your butt and make this happy sort of popping noise that Jake can't unhear.

Fuck, is this a thing he's gonna have to deal with now? Listening to you watching porn? His mind instinctively scans your room for a glimpse of any toy you may have left out. He's dying, yeah, but dying to know what they look like, if he's bigger than whatever you bury inside you now.

"Jake," you repeat in a breathy way that has him swallowing his tongue. You've stood back up, holding a bowl with oozing white liquid that teeters close to the edge as it melts.

His dick could top that off in jiffy if you'd like.

He coughs. "Yeah, uh, what?"

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Fuck me, every muscle, bone, and braincell in his body screams at once.

All he manages is an anatomically-correct impression of a fish. No sound comes up from his desperate lungs. He flees to his room.

He hears you shut your door just as he shoves down the shorts he threw on and grabs a squirt of lotion from the bottle nearby.

Too many images speed through his brain all at once, cum and cream, sex and porn, your open mouth, your presented ass, that peek of cheek beneath soft fabric, the shadow along the seam where the material ran right through your folds--probably, at least, he's filling in gaps wherever he pleases--and the breathy sounds of 'Jakey' 'need me' 'help you' 'satisfying,' and 'anything.'

"Fuck me," he growls out in earnest, sparing no trick to get himself off as fast as possible. Maybe if he's quick he won't learn exactly how hot he finds all this. He already relies on you as the voice in his head.

It's like you're right there on the floor with him, cupping his balls and whispering in his ear.

So hard for me, huh? So heavy and in need of attention. Why did you wait to fuck your fist, Jakey? Had to hear me? Think of this dick filling me better than any toy...

He gasps and groans, shoving his face into the nearest side of mattress to muffle the carnal sound.

It puts his ear right next to his discarded headphones.

"Daddy was so rude just then, huh? I know. He's shy. He'll come see you tomorrow. He just needs to be all alone in his bed when he's tired. I know, I know. It makes mommy sad, too. She doesn't like to be all alone, but that's why I have you. Look at the camera and wish daddy goodnight..."

Oh, fuuuuuuuuck me, Jake wails into his sheets when he hears the sound of you blowing a kiss through the speakers.

Poor thing doesn't know you're torturing him on purpose, but at least he came...with his bare knees aching on the hardwood floor of his room and the nosepiece of his glasses digging into his eye sockets as he buries his shame in his bed.

You suggest he have the fish in his room for a while, like shared custody, but then he knows you would have access to listen to him via the livestream.

If he tells you you have to mute it every time, you'll know he might not have. If he refuses to keep the feed up or the camera functioning, you'll be suspicious of why. If he says fucking anything against your very thoughtful and adorable idea, it'll be a cold day in hell since he will endure all forms of torture just to see your elated smile as the tank is finally setup between his closet and his bed across the room from his desk.

The keystrokes from his work are too faint for the camera's microphone, and he proceeds to wear headphones for music, take calls outside, and never touch himself in his own room for weeks. Ok fine, two, he makes it two weeks.

Deprived of hearing you, which he grew rather dependent on, and needing to inconspicuously lengthen his showers, Jake is a mess.

Why didn't he record anything? Why would he??? He was supposed to get himself together like a man and either ask you out or get the fuck over it.

He even watches (but mostly listens to) porn through his headphones without touching himself in an attempt to fade the memory, but then you show up at his door, asking to visit with the 'kiddos' and checking with the Marauders if 'daddy' is treating them well.

He's not gonna make it, man.

You settle on his bed to read for a while because why the fuck would he say 'no' to you, and this is the part that does Jake in the most: his sheets smell like you after and turning in his desk chair to find you accidentally asleep in his bed just... He can't.

He's unwell thinking about how sweet you are, how fucking horrible he's being by fantasizing about you this way, how if he just had the balls to crawl over to kiss you, he'd--but he doesn't. He just gets worse.

He gets real messed up horny one evening when you're out at some fancy event with friends.

You leave wearing this dress that practically had him on his knees the way it molded to you and yet draped so smoothly in places. He thinks of his mouth molded to you that closely and his body laying so smoothly over yours.

Damn it. He has to do something. He goes into your room, and it's not that bad, he just picks up a t-shirt, that's all. He's not the world's worst perv or anything. It's not underwear, for god's sake, but on a fluke (because he has no idea how long he was in there) he climaxes at the sound of you yelling 'I'm home' from the kitchen and scrambles to the bathroom with his gym shorts wrapped around his thighs, hand still catching spurts of cum as he for sure doesn't calm down, with milliseconds to spare.

Thank fucking god you're slower to climb the stairs in heels.

He takes it back. He is the world's worst perv.

Your t-shirt mysteriously disappears until he can sneak it back into your laundry.

He runs out of floss and absently searches your drawer for--oh my god.

OH. MY GOD.

That...is a large, veiny dildo you have there. Oh fuck.

Jake slams the drawer shut without thinking.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just...just gotta put floss on the grocery list."

"Use some of mine," you call out casually.

"It's fine!" His voice was too high and he answered too fast, but if he's not mistaken, you have now invited him to poke around in your things.

He feels slightly less pervy...and a hell of a lot hornier.

It reaches a point where coming in the shower isn't enough.

He falls asleep ok but wakes restless and craving friction. There's want and then there's need, and Jake fucking needs this or he'll never rest.

He goes on as quietly as possible, thinking that getting up, going to the bathroom, and turning on the exhaust fan will make far more noise than humping his sheets and biting his pillow.

The fish tank glows as usual at the foot of his bed.

Look away, kids, Jake thinks and immediately doesn't know whether to be sick or laugh. Daddy is gonna fucking die like this.

He knows it's pathetic. The entire thing has been pathetic from start to finish, but he's just too tired and too het up to care.

A few whines escape the insulation of his pillowcase. He misses the gentle patter of footsteps down the hall.

There's a soft knock followed by "Jake?"

God damn it. The one time he gives in, and he's already ruined it.

He tucks himself up into the band of his boxers which is not exactly subtle but can't be helped. Jake rolls out of his bed, finding his glasses in the dark to crack open the door with his body strategically behind it.

"Yeah, what's up?"

He can't make out a whole lot in the low light, but you don't say anything. Your arms are spread out to hang on either side of the frame, making your (again) very low-cut tank top his only focal point.

Well now he's sorta worried this has absolutely fuck-all to do with his problem. "Are you okay?"

"I...I thought..."

Your voice is soft and timid. It makes Jake want to wrap you in his arms, but he's still worried that you'll say you heard him and it's not okay and he's gross and this is all way, way out of line.

He holds his breath to better listen.

"I hoped you would have needed me by now."

What. Air rushes out of him like he's been tackled.

Sorry, WHAT?

"What?" the question finally falls out as he leans intensely again, shifting so the door doesn't slam in your face, his bare chest and lower half now visible as much as they can be. "You...what now??"

Your arms fall and you step forward. It looks to him like you move with trepidation, that your head is lowered in embarrassment, that somehow you're shy about your confession. Maybe you are, but only the tiniest amount compared to him.

"Tell me if I'm wrong, Jake." You slap one hand to his chest with a crinkling noise, and he swiftly moves to take the wrapped condom. "Tell me if you don't want this," you continue, lowering your voice and hand until your thumb grazes the exposed head of his cock.

Lightning strikes and super-charges his need.

"But if you don't th--"

He'll be damned if you finish that thought. Jake scoops your jaw into one big hand, angling you just-so, barreling you both into his door as it swings into his closet with a wobbling bang. He's clumsy and his grip goes everywhere to bully you flush with his body yet not drop your timely offering.

His kisses are feverish and sloppy. By the feel of you groping at his back and shoulders, you're not mad about it. He fumbles with the wrapper behind your back. It takes his attention away for a few seconds.

"I prepped for you," you whisper hoarsely. "I'm ready."

Jake has no legs at that point and takes you with him in a heap to the floor. While stripping away his boxers, he realizes his naked ass is high in the air of his room.

All he can see in his mind is fish pressed against the glass, staring, judging. Gah, not here.

He maneuvers into your hold again and says, "hang on," crawling to the hall runner so the 'children' won't see. No, he can't make it any further because his length is snuggled between your fucking thighs and somehow the hallway is a fucking mile long to your room. No, he's not immune to your whines from where your head is tucked in the crease of his neck.

Here's fine.

As gracefully as he can, Jake collapses onto you, collecting the noises he missed so much directly from the source.

For being made of such little fabric, your shorts are in his way, and he's genuinely annoyed to have to lift from you again, even though it's necessary to discard them and necessary to get the now-open condom rolled along his aching cock.

His glasses are already smeared from haphazardly exploring your skin. If Jake couldn't see before, he's all but blind now. The only garment close enough to try and clean them is your tank top, but he ignores it because it's still dark. He needs to feel you more than anything else in the world.

Lightly, your fingertips flicker down his abs and lead him to close the gap between you.

Jake groans as he lines himself up and easily notches into your welcoming heat. As aroused as you are, he still edges himself deeper and deeper in barely-controlled strokes, grabbing the railing at his side for leverage and stability.

He grunts instead of articulating how magnificent you feel. He moans instead of voicing what an utter blessing it is to finally fuck you. He gasps with the rolls of your hips because you taking control while beneath him just...unravels him.

This was too long coming, and he wasn't prepared.

Jake's apology for being fast to finish perches at the tip of his tongue when you cut off his words and the last of circulation to his brain.

You shake and pant, mewling 'yes' and his name, while your body squeezes him like a vice. He's being pumped to completion without moving another muscle, and, good fucking god, he has to hang on, falling to his forearm, keeping his open mouth hovering over yours.

Jake thinks maybe he just drowned and got brought back to life.

Right there, in his face are your precariously covered tits, nipples rock hard and taunting him. He doesn't care what his dick's doing anymore; he wrenches a strap down your chest and lavishes your plush flesh with attention.

Too long coming and in no way prepared... Neither were you.

Your hands brace his head, fingers buried in his short hair as you wiggle and hump at his semi-stiff cock inside you. Jake hisses in over-stimulation but doesn't stop you. He swears he will never, ever stop you.

His attentions on your breasts slow but he can't seem to let you go for a long time, long after your legs fall away from him, limp and twitching.

A pair of goodbye pecks is his parting gift before Jake nuzzles up the column of your neck and takes what little breath you've regained, curling his arms around you as his tongue curls with yours.

When he adjusts again, he realizes how sore he's getting from kneeling on the floor, and sits up to help you, too.

"Let me get--I'll just--"

Jake can almost reach a towel inside the bathroom from this position with his long arms, but he's sure to warm up the tap and trash the condom before returning to gently wipe you. He may have made a quick pass at his lenses in there as well.

You look dazed and delightfully sated, basking in the streak of light from the bathroom, leaning on your palms like you're on a beach somewhere.

"Fuck, you're stunning," he says without thought.

He...lingers a while to clean you up, overtly mapping these bits of you he hasn't seen yet.

"What took you so long?"

Jake tosses the towel up into the sink behind him and manhandles you into his arms.

"I might've ruined everything." He starts to lower you into your bed, but you don't release your arms from around his neck. "You could've kicked me out."

He's not going to argue. He won't say 'no' to you.

"Come here, you dork. You can't keep me waiting anymore."

Jake climbs into the cramped, cozy space with you, mentally noting that a bigger bed is definitely on the shopping list.

A/N: I am strategically leaving out my thoughts on the next morning for now because I'm just too excited, eeeee!

[Next part: Feed The Fish]

[navybrat817]

All Tied Up

Pairing: Motocross!Jake Jensen x Female Reader Summary: You find a way to distract Jake after a rough morning. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), light bondage, talk of safeword, tiny angst and insecurities if you squint, established relationship, Jake Jensen (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Kicking off my Naughty & Nice Nonsense with Loser and Lucky! Inspired by a conversation with @11thstreetvigilante , who deserves only good things. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When you mentioned experimenting a bit with bondage in the bedroom one day, Jake jumped at the chance. He suggested different ways to tie you up and added that bondage tape would work if you didn't want to use rope. He even added the stoplight system could be a safeword or something like "knack knack". You raised an eyebrow and said he had either done his research or had a partner who tried it with him in the past. Or both.

It was both, but his old girlfriend wasn't you. Not even close. You laughed after a moment and assured him you weren't upset. It would be hypocritical since you had your own past and Jake was your present.

You then asked if he tied up his ex or if it was the other way around.

Again, it was both.

You were slightly disappointed that you weren't the first to try it with him, but you gave him a devious grin after a moment.

“I’ll save it for when you need it,” you said and left it at that.

Until one morning after a rough practice. He was uncharacteristically quiet as the two of you ate and he wondered if his team would eventually leave him behind. As much as he loved racing, that would only take him so far. He didn’t want to bother you with his insecurities. You put up with him enough as it was.

But you must have sensed something was up and that he needed to unwind. Standing in the bathroom doorway wearing nothing but a smile as he got out of the shower, you said you were glad he cleaned himself off. You planned to get him dirty all over again.

There was no finesse when he rushed to bed with his raging hard-on and you were kind enough not to say anything when you carefully bound him. If anything, it pleased you how excited he was. You once told him that he should never be ashamed of his passion, whether it was for you or a hobby.

You teased him with your mouth, but stopped before he could finish.

"Only filling one hole today, big boy," you told him as you took in every inch of him with a moan. "No thinking right now. I'm going to ride you until your brain has to reboot.”

Anyone would shatter if they had Lucky on top of them and he was thankful enough to be yours to break.

He was also amazed he didn't lose it the second you had your first orgasm.

"Jake," you panted as you recovered, pressing your lips against his as he squirmed beneath you. "Why aren't you holding still?"

Maple.

He could still taste the sugary syrup on your lips from your earlier meal, the flavor dancing on his tongue. Sweet, but not as delicious as the nectar between your thighs. The same juices that currently seeped around his cock.

And you weren't done yet.

"Because your pussy keeps clenching around me and I can't get my hands on your perfect tits," he pouted before you kissed him deeper.

And I'm so close to blowing my fucking load.

"Aww. These perfect tits?" you asked, leaning back so he could get a good look. His glasses would have fogged up if he had them on. That's how hot you looked. "Remember the first time you felt me up? You moaned so sweetly. Made me feel beautiful."

"You are beautiful," he moaned.

The tender smile on your face as you moved above him was an image he'd dream about.

"Still not touching my tits," you winked.

He never thought he'd be jealous of your hands, but watching you bring them to your chest to grope yourself? Pinching your nipples and rolling the hardened buds between your fingers? Yeah, he was jealous. So jealous that he whined when he thrust beneath you.

"Let me get my mouth on them if I can't touch. Please, baby," he begged, the breath punching out of his lungs as you lifted your hips and slammed down.

"Not yet," you smirked, moving your hands from your chest to his thighs.

Tease and I love it. I love everything about you.

"When?" he asked, staring shamelessly as your breasts bounced.

"Soon," you promised. "You good?"

"Green," he moaned.

He wondered if you kept him bound just to see if he'd free himself from the restraints. He had the strength to do so, but he wouldn't. You made it clear today that you called the shots.

“You may want my tits, but I know what you really want, Jakey,” you smirked as he felt his cock slide along your walls. “You want to fuck up into my tight pussy until I scream your name.”

Jake gritted his teeth as struggled to not do just that. He also wanted to flip you over and pound you into the mattress so you’d feel him for days. He felt you throb around him and knew you were as desperate to come again as he was to fill you up.

“I’ll scream it,” you promised him, shuddering as you moved faster. “How can I not? Such a big cock and it’s all mine.”

“It’s yours?” he grunted, thrusting up enough for you to feel it. By the mewl you let out, he hit the right spot. “Like your pretty pussy’s all mine?”

“All yours,” you panted as your hands suddenly moved to the headboard, leaning down enough so your breasts moved in his face. “Now let me make you feel good.”

Do whatever you want, Lucky.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth and moaned as you fucked yourself on his cock. He let you take because you always gave everything back to him. Your passion matched his own. How is he lucky enough to call you his?

“I want you to come on it,” he urged, flicking his tongue on the hardened nub. “Please, Lucky.”

Jake wasn’t sure if it was his plea that made you climax, but you coated his thick cock with your wetness once again. He smiled as he heard the sound of his name in the room. You screamed it just like you promised. Even when your head dropped to his shoulder, your trembling body still moved so he could join you in euphoria.

“Come in me,” you said against his skin.

You barely got the statement out before he let out a loud groan and sprayed your slick walls with his hot, thick spend. You whimpered as he finished, his taut body relaxing as you both tried to catch your breath. He wanted to wrap his arms around you, but he’d settle for you keeping your body against his.

Right where you belong.

"You okay?" you asked after a minute. “I mean really okay?”

Jake nuzzled against you as much as he could, the softness in your voice bringing a smile to his face. "Yeah."

"Talk later?" you asked.

"Once my brain reboots," he joked, forgetting all about his rough practice.

I love you. Thank you.

“Not tapping out are you?” you breathed out, smiling against his skin when he groaned. “I came twice. How many more before you break free?”

You made it to three.

I adore this couple. I can't help it. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[peyton-warren]

💐Zombie's Bouquet Event💐

A bouquet for you! Featuring: Jake Jensen; Friends to Lovers; Omegaverse; Smut. Hope you enjoy!

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The work party was going about as well as expected. You and Jake opted to spend your time playing on the Nintendo Switch he'd snuck in. Neither of you cared for the crowds and the drinking in general but Jake was also getting close to his rut and wanted to avoid people.

As a Beta you couldn't really relate to the problems of a heat/rut cycle but you did understand Jake's beforehand pain. His natural Alpha scent would start to come out attracting a lot of ladies but as soon as they learned Jake was the source, they quickly excused themselves and kept even further away.

As someone who has had similar luck, similar "let's just be friends" and "I just don't think of you like that" responses, you could understand why he wanted to just lay low.

So the two of you agreed to spend the party playing Switch untill time to go home. Or you would have if August hadn't shown up, reeking of alcohol, looking for you.

"Peyton," he barks. "Been looking for you. Wanna take you up to my office for some fun."

You wrinkle your nose, "Mr. Walker, you're very obviously drunk. You should probably call a cab and go home."

"You should be grateful to get my attention," he glowers. "Fucking uppity Beta bitch--"

Faster than you can register Jake has punched August in the face and is snarling at him. You're almost overwhelmed by the protective Alpha pheromones coming from him. August tries to strike back but Jake is too quick, too strong. He practically chases August out but you stop him with a hand on his shoulder.

At your touch, Jake calms down considerably but he brings you in for a full body hug, his nose against your scent gland. You swear you hear him say, "mine" but it's too muffled.

"Jake?"

He suddenly stops and seems to come to his senses. He moves away, "I'm sorry! So sorry! I didn't mean to overstep!"

"Jake," you take his face in your hands, making him look at you. "It's ok. I liked it."

"Yeah?" His cheeks are turning pink and it's adorable.

"Wanna do more than just hugs?"

You hear Jake's growl before feeling him pull you in for the most intense kiss you've ever experienced. His hands are all over you and you lean into his touch. You can feel how hard he's getting and you grind against his erection, making him go even more wild

Jake's pheromones are starting to go crazy and you're worried he's gonna hit his rut here at the office. You finally pull away long enough to tell him to take you home.

"Gonna take you home. Gonna fuck you senseless. Gonna make you mine," he promises between kisses. "Should've done it ages ago."

"Guess you'll have to make up for lost time," you tease.

Oh oh my! @thezombieprostitute ! This is fantastic. I love this so much. Thank you!!! I love it. Jakey, my sweet Jakey. As well as him giving August Walker a beating. I will never tire of seeing august get a thrashing.

Omg I love it thank you.

[chasingmidnights]

A Brutal Life Series: Part Three - Just Another Manic Monday

Title: Just Another Manic Monday

Summary: With the most recent nightmares plaguing you, you nearly forgot about your lesson with Jake. 

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI!!! Warnings to look out for (but not limited too): implied previous abuse; nightmares; some mild angst; implied stalking/harassment; Jake Jensen (he’s a warning, okay!); Bucky Barnes (he’s also a warning, okay!); mild cursing; and I think that’s it. I apologize if I missed anything, but you are responsible for what you read and your own media consumption. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. 

Wordcount: 2,022

The rain softly beat against your window as you laid in your bed and you were wide awake. You reached for your phone and instantly groaned when you saw what time it was, four in the morning. After placing your phone back onto the bedside table, you rolled over to your side to try to get some more sleep, but you knew it would be fruitless. You were so tired though, you just wanted a good night’s sleep, was that too much to ask for? Your nightmares have been more consistent recently and in full force, you were actually starting to dread sleep. Not only did you have to go through the abuse once, but now again in your dreams. Frustrated, you decided to give up on your sleep and threw the comforter and sheets off of you and climbed out of bed. 

You tiredly made your way to the kitchen and started to make yourself some tea as quietly as you could. Once you had your tea just the way you liked it, you took a seat at the bay window and wrapped a blanket around your legs. You watched the rain trickle down the window and listened to the soft rumble of the occasional thunder. You sipped on your tea as you sat there, you had always liked the rain, it always brought you a sense of comfort. Even now as your thoughts swirled in darkness. As you sat there, your past weighed heavily on you, it consumed you most days, being able to think of nothing else and all of the horrible shit the universe put you through. Your younger and more innocent self always believed that there was some hidden reason for everything one person went through, but she was a damn fool. The older, more cynical you, now knows that sometimes you just get drawn a bad hand and there’s no rhyme or reason to it, some were just born to suffer. You let out a small sigh before lifting your tea cup up to your lips and taking a long drink of your tea. The tea warmed you up a little bit and brought you some comfort, but tea can only do so much, it’s not a cure-all. 

You’re not really sure when or how, for that matter, but you managed to drift off to sleep and for once, it wasn’t plagued by nightmares. When your vision comes to as you start to wake up, the warm morning sun was beating down on you. You started to stretch as you looked around and as you did, you saw Wanda in the kitchen making her coffee. A soft smile formed on your lips as the fresh brew filled your nostrils, you always did enjoy the smell of fresh coffee in the morning. But then it dawned on you, if Wanda was awake, then it had to be at least nine and you were going to be late to meet Jake. 

“Shit!” You tossed the blanket off of you and quickly scrambled to your feet and bolted past Wanda to get ready. 

“Well, good morning to you too!” Wanda chuckled as she saw your reaction to the time. 

You hurriedly put together an outfit and threw your hair into a messy bun. As you hobbled around to put your converses on, you called out to Wanda. “Why didn’t you wake me?!” 

As Wanda remained in the kitchen, she shook her head playfully. “Didn’t know I was supposed to! And besides, you looked so peaceful, and figured you could use the extra sleep.” 

A moment later, you came back out from your bedroom and narrowed your gaze at her. “You knew very well about my plans today.” 

“Oh yeah, your date with Jake, right?” Wanda inquired, a smirk etched on her dainty mouth. 

“It’s not a date, okay? He’s just showing me a few things to become more tech savvy, that’s all.” You explained quickly, before pausing for a moment. “But do I look alright?” 

Wanda snickered as you asked that. “Right, not a date. As for how you look, you might want to make sure that your shirt isn’t inside out or backwards.” 

You glanced down and immediately saw the tag wasn’t where it was supposed to be, causing you to groan. Even though Wanda was giving you a hard time about this whole thing, you were thankful that she had pointed that out. You rushed back towards your bedroom to fix the shirt, double checking to make sure it was the right way before leaving your room again. 

“Much better.” Wanda said, as she looked up from the paper she was reading. 

“Thanks. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I’ll keep you posted.” You said as you grabbed your keys and purse before walking out the door. 

Wanda playfully shook her head as she watched you leave. She knew it was only a matter of time for the two of you. 

Jake let out a heavy sigh as he stood at the counter with Bucky, who glanced over at him and shook his head. It’s been ages since he’s seen his friend act this way over a girl, let alone a girl he barely knows. 

“Jake, you’re being ridiculous, you know that, right?” Bucky commented on his friend’s attitude. 

“How so? I’m doing inventory.” Jake replied, pausing for a moment to look over at Bucky. 

Bucky scoffed at Jake’s answer as he ran his fingers through his hair and countered Jake’s statement. “That’s bullshit and you know it, that sigh wasn’t about inventory.” 

Jake arched a brow as he stopped what he was doing and crossed his arms. “You keep track of the different sighs that I have? That’s kind of weird man.” 

Bucky was about to reply when you walked into the storefront. “Saved by the bell.” Bucky muttered under his breath. 

A groan quickly followed Bucky’s mutter as Jake slapped him on the back of the head, causing Bucky to reach back and rub the spot. Upon seeing the action, you stopped in your tracks, tilting your head a bit as you made sure not to drop anything. Since you were running late, you had decided to stop and get coffee and treats as a way to apologize. 

“Did I come at a bad time?” You asked as you adjusted the box in your hands, make sure not spill any coffee. 

“Hey, girl scout, of course not. What did you bring us this time?” Bucky inquired, his eyes on the box in your hands. 

You glanced between the two of them, before you accepted Bucky’s answer. “Just some treats and coffee as a way to apologize for being late this morning.” 

“You didn’t have to do that,” There was a short pause as Jake came around the counter, a huge smile on his face. “Here, let me help you with that.” Jake offered as he carefully took the box from you. 

“Oh, thank you, Jake.” You smiled at him, butterflies already starting to form. “Um, I wasn’t sure how you guys liked your coffee, so I got everything on the side.” You said, before handing Bucky and Jake their coffees. 

Bucky smiled at you before he took a drink of his coffee. “Black coffee is all I need, thanks girl scout.”

“It’s no problem, really.” You replied, before glancing over at Jake, who was putting three packets of the raw sugar into his coffee. 

“Just need a dash of sweetness in mine.” Jake said, before taking a sip. 

Once the coffee and treats were served, you and Jake went back to his office. You watched him as he got everything set up, he moved so elegantly and quickly that a part of you was almost in awe by his movements. 

“Hey, sorry I was late.” You said after a while, breaking the silence that had formed. 

Jake paused as he glanced over his shoulder to look at you. “No worries. Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, I just haven’t been sleeping well lately, but I’ll be okay. Especially when you show me all of your tricks and we figure out who’s messing with me.” You answered as honestly as you could, not wanting to reveal too much. 

Jake looked you over for a moment. He had a feeling that there was something else, but he didn’t want to push you; after all, he barely knew you. “Well, let's get started shall we? Here, have a seat.” 

You smiled as you did as Jake told you what to do, but as soon as you did, a sinking feeling started to form in your chest as you logged into your email. You froze though as you saw all of the unopened emails from your harasser, you couldn’t believe there were so many of them. 

“D-did these all just come in?” You asked, as you tore your gaze away from the screen to look at Jake.

Jake’s smile faded and his face became more serious. “Yeah, last couple of days, unfortunately. I’m trying my best, but damn, this person has it on lock down, it’s been nearly impossible to break through to get to the other side. Don’t worry though, I’m not gonna give up, I like a good challenge.” 

You couldn’t help but admire his determination as he popped his tattooed knuckles. “Well, I definitely appreciate all of the hard work. Maybe if we can find out who this is, I can actually do something about it, have them arrested or something.” There was a short pause. “I have a question.” 

“Shoot.” Jake said, gesturing for you to continue. 

“Well, I was just thinking, should we back up these emails in case something happens?” You inquired as you took a shaky breath. 

Jake started to scratch his chin, ruffling up the small, fine hair that was there. “You know, I hadn’t considered that, but if that’s something that you want me to do, I definitely can.” 

You sat and thought about it for a moment before you answered. “Yeah, if it’s not too much trouble, I think I would like that.” 

“You got it boss.” Jake said with a smile. 

You smiled back at him and as you did, you could feel those pesky butterflies starting to form again. After a moment, you cleared your throat and you turned your attention back to your laptop. 

“So, shall we get started?” You asked nervously, as you tried to focus on the laptop, while you waited for further instruction. 

“If you’re sure that you’re ready, then yes, let’s get started.” Jake said, clearing his throat as well. 

Once you left Jake’s shop for the day, you felt a little bit better. You knew a little bit more about what it was that Jake was doing and your computer skills didn’t feel so rusty. Could you do it on your own? Absolutely not, you still needed Jake. 

As you walked back to your apartment, the evening breeze felt good to you and you could still smell the rain in the air from earlier this morning. A small smile had formed on your lips as you thought about how, for once, that life might be looking up for you. You didn’t want to get your hopes up though, life had been cruel to you for the most part. You should’ve known better than to think about hope though, as your phone beeped a couple of times. You stopped walking to answer it as you pulled your phone out of your purse. Your heart started to race as you saw a text from an unknown number. You took a deep breath and with shaking hands, you unlocked your phone and tapped on the message. As you did that though, you were filled with instant regret and your stomach dropped. 

Unknown: Did you miss me, sweetheart? Because I’ve missed you. - C.B. 

After reading the text a couple of times, you finally looked up and looked all over, but nothing stood out to you. You quickly tucked your phone away before you continued your way home, picking up the pace as you did.

[thezombieprostitute]

New Moon - Part 2

Summary: You wake up after being attacked and find out werewolves do exist and you're now one of them.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

A/N2: The tags from the previous chapter indicated Beck was an Omega but I'm retconning that a bit to have him be a Beta.

Warnings: Hospital setting, Implied violence

Part 1 -- Part 3

The next week is a muddle of eating, sleeping, and learning how to live with your improved senses. Hal, Jake and Chris are all very patient with you and very respectful as well. You'd asked about female accompaniment but, apparently, some tropes are real and female werewolves are few and far between. But all three of them were gentlemen and always respected your boundaries, for which you were grateful.

In some ways you felt like a teenager going through puberty again. Your body was building new muscles and you frequently underestimated your strength. Your proprioception was incredibly off. Meanwhile your appetite was off the charts and you had no sense of a circadian rhythm as your body kept deciding to fall asleep at random times for long hours.

Whenever you were awake the guys worked hard to help you adapt to everything. You lost count of how many times Hal had to catch you because you were stumbling over your own two feet. Jake was a big help when it came to relearning scents. And Chris was always quick with an answer to your question of "what's going on?" You'd often cry in frustration and he'd explain to you while Hal held you and purred and Jake held your hand, providing water or food if you needed it. They were quite the effective care team.

The next full moon was coming up quick and you were scared. The last full moon was nothing but pain followed by weeks of, essentially, physical therapy.

"I won't sugar coat it," Chris cautions. "This next full moon will be tough for all of us. You've developed more of that werewolf strength and you're likely to grow full claws and fangs this time around. It's going to be painful for you, of course, but it's also going to be more dangerous for us. So our focus is going to be on keeping you calm and trying to mitigate the pain."

"That's part of the reason we've been doing scent training," Jake adds. "Gotta know which ones aggravate and annoy as opposed to being neutral or calming."

"Why can't you just restrain me for all of it? If it's so dangerous, shouldn't I be shackled to the bed or something?"

Chris shakes his head, "your fight or flight response is going to go into overdrive during all of this. Restraining you with manacles or something will only make it worse. You're much more likely to hurt yourself and then still hurt us."

"But that's a big part of why I'm here," Hal adds. "Young moons, such as yourself, are much more prone to influence from Alphas. Hopefully my purring will be enough but I do have Alpha commands if needed."

"Commands?"

"Both Alphas and Omegas have something," Chris jumps in. "When you were first found, Aisha, an Omega, tried to use her Omega tone to calm you down. They also have a kind of purr as well. Alphas, like Hal here, can bark an order that every fiber of your being will want to obey."

"Do Betas have anything?"

"We have an intelligence bonus," Jake smirks. "Alphas and Omegas both get bonuses to charisma, one for intimidation, the other for persuasion, but Betas get intelligence."

"And werewolves, in general, get a bonus to constitution, strength and wisdom-perception?" Your knowledge of Dungeons and Dragons is limited but you think you know what Jake is talking about.

This is confirmed when his face lights up, "you play D&D?!"

You give a small smile, "just some 5th edition stuff."

Jake grabs you for a hug. "When you're accepted into the pack, you're joining me for game nights!"

Part 1 -- Part 3

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[callalillywrites]

His Scarred Omega Part 4

Part 3 / Series Masterlist

Relationship: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: ~1900

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gracie grins at Angel and takes her hand without hesitation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s all his fault, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have fun, sweet girl?”

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

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

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

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

*****

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[shamrockqueen]

Grizzly : Chapter 5

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

Warnings : maximum angst, references to smut

Word count : 2194

AO3 link

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was a smart man, wasn’t he?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh..I don’t think so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Curtis..you didn't."

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

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

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

"I ra…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@openup-yourmind

Chapter 6

[imaginedreamwrite]

Brat Taming: Part 8

A/N: Suggestive/light smut in the second half

The sudden jerk of the plane as it touched down against the tarmac elicited a startled and strangled gasp from your lips. Your moment of fear was countered by the affectionate display from Steve, and his whispers that you would be okay and the plane would stop soon.

He had kept his hands on you the entire flight assuring and reassuring you that nothing would happen. Steve’s verbal and physical reassurance had also come with the gentle caress of his scent as your alpha that coated and surrounded your own, allowing you and your hindbrain to back down from the edge.

When the flight could start to be disembarked, Steve stood first and helped you gather your things back into your carry-on. He had grabbed both bags from you and helped you stand on your shaky legs, his hand constantly flush with yours. He was your steady presence and the sole source of comfort that you had adhered to from the plane to the arrival gates, through to the baggage claim, he was there as a steady presence.

Even when you had your bags and he had ordered an Uber to take both of you to his place, he had a hand on you. He had kept you safely tucked against his side with his scent projecting and creating a density that you leaned into because you needed it. Steve’s only care was for you, he was only ever aware of your wants and needs when you were with him.

“It’s cold out,” his last act while in the airport was to give you his leather jacket before you left, his hands steadily and swiftly securing the coat around your body, “I don’t want you getting sick.”

By the time the Uber arrived, you were tired and ready for bed. The fear of flying had been a vacuum that sucked all the energy from within you, leaving you drained and willing to fall asleep wherever you landed. It was only natural that your head would rest against his shoulder as your hands toyed with his grey shirt, mindlessly watching the city lights passing while he was humming softly.

It felt like a blur from the airport to the Uber, from the Uber to his apartment. You felt like you were in a daze as you followed Steve up the stairs to his apartment, your yawns pulled repeatedly from you as sleep and a warm bed were being denied.

“I know you’re tired,” Steve set his bags down inside the door, a hand on your lower back gently nudging your forward into his place, “do you want to go right to bed?”

“Your place is nice.” Your voice was low; quiet.

His apartment was immaculate and every visible part that you could see was exuding comfort and coziness from the entrance to the single couch sitting before an aged coffee table.

The kitchen was clean with basic and minimalist details added to the area. There was a single bowl of fruit on the counter and a basic radio that had been turned off. The front of the fridge was empty, save for a single card for the VA held by a plain magnet and a number had been scrawled on the bottom.

“It feels lonely.” Steve had admitted, watching you as you slowly explored the kitchen and the living room. “I’m glad you’re here, sweetheart.”

“Why did you want to start online dating?” You questioned Steve, stepping before a bookshelf. “A man like you, you’ve got to have had women and men lining up out the door.”

“There’s a difference between men and women who want the reputation of screwing someone like me and someone willing to mate for life.” Steve had followed you, taking the same path until he was standing flush behind you with his chest against your back.

“Do you think people are more interested in sleeping with you than mating you?” You repeated his statement back to him in a question, then you leaned against him and yawned.

“There’s more value placed on sex and who you managed to sleep with than who you’re committed to.” Steve gently raised a hand to your neck and brushed loose tendrils of your hair off your neck.

His fingertips tracing your scent glands and the lack of marked skin, save for Ransom’s temporary impermanent mark. There was slight pressure behind his touch that stirred your desire and want, that made you feel weak and simultaneously invigorated with the gentle strokes.

There was a comfortable silence between you two while you studied the spines of books he had stacked and organized on the shelves. His fingers brushed against your skin above the waistband of your jeans, his lips moving delicately against the shell of your ear while he hummed a slow and crooning song. The moment was tenderness manifested, you reading the titles of books and Steve whispering in your ear.

There was no rush to be anywhere, to do anything. It was the feeling of affection and connection, the draw of his breath across your flesh and the steady beat of your heart. Steve was acutely adorning your body into his while you were opening yourself up, physically and figuratively. You had chosen to trust the alpha to who you were going to give yourself, even before Ari and Ransom.

“You’re tired,” Steve muttered into your ear, taking your state of more yawns than not and concluding that you would need bed more than anything. “Let’s get you settled.”

He grasped your hand and lift it to his lips, gently kissing your palm before he showed you where his bedroom was. It too, like the rest of the apartment, was clean and minimalistic with only a few art pieces or photographs on the wall and an old record player on a side-table set by the dresser.

The bed was bigger than your own, likely a king which seemed appropriate given Steve’s height and size, and had bared two fluffy-looking pillows that had been covered by a thick navy blue blanket.

“Did you want me to get your luggage?” He brushed past you on his way to the curtains hung above the window, the material pushed to the sides of the clean glass.

“Can I borrow something of yours?” You sat upon the bed and rest your hand against the soft blanket, your fingers curling against the surface.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Steve had passed by you again, only stopping to kiss your forehead, and then he had approached the closet and yanked a plain white shirt from the hangar. “Is this okay?”

When Steve handed it to you, your first instinct was to hold the material against your nose and inhale the lingering scent of your alpha. The natural spice that hung onto the edge of his scent was mouthwatering and comforting in such a way that you wished you could have wrapped yourself in everything that was Steve Rogers. It wasn’t just the hint of spice in his scent that had drawn you in, it was the added touch of some kind of citrus that reminded you of a warm spring morning when everything was clean and crisp.

“You smell so good.” You chirped once, and then again.

“So do you.” Steve had crossed his arms over his chest watching you with a half-smirk on his face, the feeling of detrimental loneliness dissipating with every passing moment that you had remained in his apartment and sat on his bed.

“Give me ten minutes sweetheart, and then I’ll come to bed.”

“You’re telling Jake we got here safely?” You wondered, calling after him when he left the room to handle a few things.

“Jake already knows, doll. He texted the minute we landed.” Steve called back to you and having been satisfied by his answer, you fell back against the bed and sighed softly.

“She’s fine, Jake.” Through the camera, he can see you sleeping in Steve’s bed with the blanket pulled up over your shoulders.

He knows that you don’t like flying, he knows that even a short flight could render you an anxious mess. He had seen it firsthand the way you had been rendered nervous and panicky, with exhaustion quick to follow.

It was as if your fear of flying had taken every morsel of energy from you, and Jake was worried about you during that short flight. It wasn’t as if it was long enough for you to sleep, the flight was under two hours and even if you could have slept Jake knew that you’d just get to sleep and have to get up again.

“She’s sleeping, she’s safe,” Steve confirmed again, relating the reliving news to his other omega who was worried about his longtime love despite being with an actual superhero.

“Before you ask, I’m taking her to the MOMA, and we’re going to see a Broadway show. I’m taking her to ballet, and showing her around my old neighbourhood.”

“She’ll like that.” Jake sighed, happy for you but naturally protective since this is the first time in a while that you’ve been separated. “I’ll call tomorrow.”

Steve and Jake said their goodbyes and the video call ended. Despite that, Jake had sat on the couch and stared at his phone, his mind idly wandering. He was lost in thought, and he was worried that you may not have been as ready for a mark as you said you had. Even though, Ransom was already halfway there with you.

“Pup,” Ari crooned and beckoned Jake from the living room to the kitchen, “come eat.”

Jake had set the device down then raised his hand and touched his fingers to the healing mark that claimed him as Ari’s, and soon Ransom’s. It was one of three that he had needed, one of three that would be captured on his flesh to bind himself to them, and in return them to him. It was a step toward becoming a full-fledged pack that would support and care for one another, and then Jake and yourself would truly be safe. There would be no pressure to be away from each other, there would be no divide between the two of you.

Your relationship was going to be a turn-on for the alphas, Jake already knew it would. In that same thought he had known that when it came time for them to know the truth about your relationship, he knew that Ari, Ransom and Steve wouldn’t treat your relationship with Jake as if it was nothing more than a kink. They would respect your lifelong love for each other and help protect the predisposition that made you and Jake so close.

Or at least he had hoped so.

“Your thoughts are loud.” Ari had stepped by Jake, brushing his fingers against his waist and smirking when Jake had shivered against his touch. “Something on your mind?”

“Nothing,” Jake had shrugged it off, saving his inner thoughts and stipulations to himself.

“Come eat, I can hear your stomach growling.” The point was made again, and Jake dropped to the cushioned seat with haste.

Dinner had come and gone with gentle conversations and the back and forth between Ransom bitching about his family, and Ari talking about work. Jake had added his comments in between however he was stalwartly quiet for the moment, a symptom of how much had weighed on his mind.

The time spent on dinner had bled into the desire-fuelled aftermath, the draw of three bodies to the living room where they had anticipated and hoped for an intimate finish to the night.

“You need a distraction.” Ransom’s hands were nearly idle, he had led Jake from the dinner table to the living room, guiding him to sit and even feeling the tenseness in his shoulders.

The light glow from candles had cast delicate shadows upon the walls of Ari’s home, turning the moment of collision between Ransom, Jake and Ari far more intimate than it already was. It was the addition of the soft glowing candles and the touch of wine-induced passion that had aided the date in becoming so much more than two alphas treating their omega to a nice time.

It was a deeply connective and intimate time between the three with both alphas showering Jake with all the heated and tender strokes of their flesh against his. He was trapped between one and the other, his lips locked with Ransom as Ari pulled Jake back to lean fully against his chest.

Jake was leaning against Ari and trapped against Ransom’s chest, every part of him was entangled with his alphas. He was trapped between the two, held at the mercy of his alphas who wanted him as much as he wanted them. There was not a single moment that he wasn’t occupied and busied by their hands on him or their lips captivating his own.

Ari’s hands had started to wander beneath his graphic t-shirt, his fingers trailing along Jake’s stomach and chest, tracing invisible patterns into his flesh. Every soft stroke of his hands upon Jake had made his omega whimper in need or harshly suck in air.

While Ari was feeling Jake tremble beneath his hands, Ransom had shifted how he was positioned and started to drop to the floor. He had kneeled on the floor and run his hands up and down Jake’s thighs, feeling the powerful muscles clench beneath his touch.

Ransom’s hands, like Ari’s, couldn’t be idle and he had busied his fingers with the remaining barrier between Ransom and Jake’s cock. He had popped the button and undid the fly, allowing the poor omegas’ cock to be freed, and the beads of pre-cum to freely roll down his shaft.

“Someone’s hungry,” Ransom growled low in his chest and licked his bottom lip, studying the swollen and reddened head, ultimately teasing Jake by making him wait before Ransom would start giving Jake what he wanted.

“Please, fuck-!” Jake had bucked his hips, so turned on by the image of Ransom before him and Ari behind him, a single touch could have made him cum already.

“Since you’ve been so good…” Ari crooned in his ear, synchronizing his speech with Ransom’s sudden action. “Such a good puppy…”

Jake hissed in pleasure when Ransom had first tasted the pre-cum dripping and rolling down the shaft, his pleasure from his alpha was unbound. He had bucked his hips with need and dug his nails into Ari’s thighs, his voice strained as all he could do was whine and whimper soft pleas for Ransom to do more for him.

Ransom’s lips had twitched, he had smirked against Jake’s cock and part his lips to lap at the swollen and throbbing head. He had teased Jake, he had relentlessly edged him with soft laps of his tongue and the gentle swat of his hand against his balls.

“Should we send a video to Toy Soldier and kitten?” Ransom hummed against Jake’s shaft, his teeth gently scraping against the engorged shaft. “Should we show them how badly you need it?”

“Please! God, please-!” Jake shuddered cry, his deepening desire was unhinged.

“Good boy,” Ransom lightly smacked Jake’s balls again and then he had risen to his feet, intending on getting the camera, “let’s make kitten a little gift.”

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[willowshimmer]

Sorry I didn't post this sooner I forgot I had it in my drafts but here is my review on the new Disventure Camp.

First of all did Miriam eat that fish RAW!? HOW?

Please Tom and Jake just make up....

Oh no Tom... Oh god now I feel even more bad and worried for him.

Jake and Tom just need some time to think. I hope.

YES FINALLY THE MERGE!

I still love the fact how Alec and Fiore have that father daughter dynamic and it's really cute.

I like how Gabby has a bad feeling about Jensen. It's a cool detail!

Didn't know I needed to see Tom just relaxing on the top bunk. That's cute and funny.

Wow... Derek and Trevor are definitely dating.

Derek is still so unhinged I LOVE IT!

Okay how is Tom not trustworthy? Okay I get it but like he has been leading the teal team since day one!

OH THE GAY AND LESBIAN ARE FIGHTING!

Still hate Grett... She's a bitch.

WHY DID GRETT HAVE TO GET IMMUNITY?!

Yeah Miriam is right. The clothes from the 60s look nice if you search it up.

Man I hope Jake and Ellie's friendship goes the beta direction.

ELIMINATION TIME!

Oh fuck they reveal the votes to the others...

FIORE, ALEC AND GRETT GOT EXPOSED!

NO NOT GABBY!

Yes Gabellie kiss!♥️♥️♥️

What did Gabby see at the end...?

Any ways sorry I didn't post this sooner! I forgot I had this in drafts but here! Anyways loved the episode! Can't wait for another!

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 1

Day 1 - Shibari/Hair Pulling with Jake Jensen

Pairing: Jake Jensen x fem!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language, fluff, humour, sexual content (18+ only): oral (f receiving), shibari/bondage, traffic light system, hair pulling, slight fem dom. Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.

Disclaimer: I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Was going to get @slothspaghettiwrites to beta this but no, we die like men now. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written any smut so be gentle with me. Divider by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist / Jake Jensen Masterlist

“You love me, right?”

“Baby, I would take a bullet for you. Maybe even a couple of bullets. Probably couldn’t go further than that, though. Shit hurts and I’d probably pass out like Pooch did that one time in Guatemala... Please don’t tell him I said that.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you’re up for a challenge.”

There’s a faint increase of pressure on your hips as you feel your boyfriend’s body tense up from both your words and the simultaneous swing of your leg as you settle into his lap, his fingertips automatically finding purchase underneath the hem of your t-shirt.

“Is this one of those good challenges where we have the sexy kind of fun? Because that would be awesome.”

“It might be.”

Jake’s grin is a mile wide now. “What do I need to do?”

You see your smile reflected back at you in his thick-rimmed glasses, your hands coming to rest atop his. He’s always been brilliant at following orders.

His eyes widen with excitement as your hand reaches for your pocket only to crinkle with confusion as you pull out... a twenty-dollar note?

“Twenty bucks says I’ll make you leave the table at this evening’s session,” you declare. “Twenty bucks and tonight’s post-session activity. What say you, Dungeon Master?”

There’s a spark in your eye and Jake wants so badly to give in, no questions asked. His nerdy pride, however, won’t let him consider it. It’s not been easy with your character pushing his fucking buttons every session purely so you could win this unspoken competition you’ve both trapped yourselves in. With his reputation and plan for tonight on the line - he thinks you’d look so fucking sexy wrapped in white lace, posing for him, camera in his hand capturing how soaked your panties are after he’s done with you - he sucks in a breath and gives you his reply, blond eyebrows raised and tongue swiping along his bottom lip, “You can certainly try.”

It’s soothing him - you can tell by the way the rope whispers against his skin and how the resulting sighs he lets out surprise even you. Uncaring or unaware of the noise, his head lolls as you tie the next knot, the rope’s movement across his skin shushing him into a pliant state.

The response is more than you could have wished for. 

So pretty, Jay, you’re so damn pretty, you tell him over and over. Just a little more, handsome.

Cords of dark hemp pull and twist against corded muscle relaxed by a wonderful combination of trust and lust. For fun you briefly run a hand up one, his back jumping under the featherlight contact.

You’re done nearly two minutes later, the last knots keeping his forearms securely pinned to his lower back and the remaining rope tethered to a safe point on the wall - with some slack, of course. After admiring your literal handiwork for a few seconds you circle your slightly blissed-out boyfriend, satisfaction at his current state pulling the corners of your mouth upwards. “You feeling good, tiger?”

His cock could answer that question for you. Unlike the rest of him, it’s straining against its confines, the navy cotton providing very little friction.

Certainly not enough to give him any sort of relief or release.

One deep inhale, then two, “All green here babe.”

Stepping forward you tug at the line around his waist to bring him closer, rewarding his patience with a deep kiss. You hum in restrained delight - he tastes just like the buttered popcorn from earlier in the evening. The other hand slips to the base of his skull and gently tugs the short hair there, and Jake moans into your mouth, the vibration sending shivers up your spine. You can feel his warmth seeping from his chest and the rope creaks ever so slightly as he struggles against it. Another firmer tug pries his desperate mouth from yours.

His gaze grows manic. “Please,” he begs breathlessly, “Please touch me.”

What pretty putty I hold in my hands.

“Relax, Jay,” you coo. In a swift moment you pull your dress up and over your head. You don’t fail to notice the small wet patch on his underwear. He doesn’t fail to notice your lack of underwear altogether. “You walked away,” you continue, “so now we get to play my game.”

He sniffs in pathetic indignation, “Speak With Plants and Speak With Dead cannot be used to interrogate a mahogany writing desk.”

You snort. And the dork is back.

The protest holds very little weight considering the man can’t stop staring at your bare pussy. 

Still my horny dork, though.

There’s a brief narrowing of those baby blues and you swear you can see the moment the lightbulb turns on in that pretty brain.

“Holy shit, Princess. The entire time-”

You nod your affirmation.

“You didn’t take them off at-”

A shake of the head instead.

“I love you. You’re like, my dream girl. You know that right?”

Jake Jensen I do not deserve you.

Curling a finger around the red material running up his sternum you step backward, chuckling at his brief attempt to lean in for another kiss is met with empty space. “I love you too, sweet soldier.” 

Arm extended now, you pull and he enthusiastically follows, stopping with a hiss as he feels the rope behind him go taut, preventing him from actually going on the bed. Your feet touch something plush and soft a second before your calves find the end of the bed. A cursory glance at the vanity desk shows his glasses still next to the shears - just in case.

Letting go of him, you lower yourself and seat your ass firmly on the edge of the blanket. Jake watches, enraptured, as your thighs spread further apart. Slowly, deliberately, you taunt him. He drops to his knees before you’ve got the chance to verbalise the invitation, the pillow cushioning his sudden landing.

“Green, Jensen?”

“Greener than Swedish pastures.”

Still brilliant at following orders.

Pretty pink lips don’t waste time starting, Jensen smoothly and lazily chaining kiss after kiss up your thigh. On instinct your leg lifts itself onto his shoulder and your ankle pushes the hemp bonds deeper into his muscles, politely urging him closer to your wet heat as your patience begins to dissolve. His pace, however, doesn’t change - a small challenge in protest to losing yours.

You swiftly change his mind as your hand flies out, fingers twisting blond tufts and nails digging into his scalp. The man below you grunts, teeth scraping your skin as he moves faster, closer, you’re right fucking there-

A short puff of air on your clit is all the warning you get before Jake’s mouth latches on and sucks harshly. With no hesitation your pretty little soldier boy begins working at your cunt, his tongue swirling over your swollen clit between nips as you buck against his face. 

Your arousal keeps dripping onto his chin - and the comforter - and he gleefully flattens his tongue to try and catch it all. “You taste so good, Baby,” he mumbles between mouthfuls, “So fucking good.”

Your fingers start to tighten and your legs begin to tense as you get closer to your peak, nails and heel sinking into sweaty skin and tight rope. Looking down you watch how his muscles ripple under your self-made trappings, Jake’s hands tensing instinctually - were they free he’d happily be using those dexterous digits to grope the globes of your ass. Threading your fingers in his hair still, you reassure him, “Relax, handsome. Don’t think too hard about it, you’re doing a - shitshitshit - great job.”

The encouragement seems to do the trick and what frustrated grunting was there stops, his breathing evening out. He happily presses on - in the most literal sense; Suck, swirl, flick, lick, repeat cycle. 

“Love eating this pussy so fucking much.”

You don’t mind that he can’t shut up, not when he’s telling his truth so well.

Between the sight of his baby blues staring up at you seeking signs of your enjoyment and the sensation of his lips on your cunt, it’s more than enough to push you over, a wave of euphoria rushing up and through you. You cry out and with one final grind you fall back, bouncing on the mattress. Fingertips rub firm, soothing circles into Jake’s hair as you attempt to catch your breath.

When you’re ready you sit up again and look at your boyfriend, his head to the side and resting atop you. You smile with pride. “Colour?”

His chest rises and falls - in and out, in and out. “Green.” In and out. “Best twenty bucks I’ve ever lost.”

Unable to help it, the snort escapes you, and soon you’re both chuckling, the aura around the two of you filled with satisfaction and brevity. It’s a little awkward given your positioning, but regardless you lean down and gently kiss him, enjoying the taste of you on his lips. Your gut twists uncomfortably, guilty flowing through you as the pleasure fades.

It’s a shame Maxwell wants him dead. I really like this one.

Eyes fluttering with unshed tears you pull back, hoping your expression doesn’t betray your shame. “Want out of these ropes so we can take care of your ‘pressing issue’?”

“Nah,” he shrugs, “I like a challenge, we can leave ‘em on. Besides, I’ve always had this secret fantasy of being interrogated but in a, uh, sexy way. You okay, babe?”

Pressing your forehead to his, you sigh, “Never better. Now let’s work on making that fantasy of yours come true. What are your thoughts on being hung from the ceiling?”

Jake Jensen I do not deserve you. Please forgive me.

[navybrat817]

Navy's Naughty & Nice Nonsense

Have you lovelies been naughty or nice this year? Maybe a bit of both? Have no fear! There's a little something for everyone on my masterlist this year!

I have 10 short one-shots, all over 1k, ready to share with you. Each pairing will be revealed on the day I post. There are some familiar faces and maybe a surprise or two. There is no rhyme or reason or theme for the fics. They are not beta read. It's nonsense! 😂

In fact, I'm calling it Navy's Naughty & Nice Nonsense! I'll be using that as a tag, so feel free to filter if you don't wish to see these fics. Thanks to @rookthorne for the gorgeous banner! Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Enjoy! 💙

😈 - All Tied Up - Motocross!Jake Jensen x Reader

😇 - Break Check - Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Reader

😈 - Put on a Show - Nick Fowler x Reader, surprise guest

😇 - A Phone Call Away - Motocross!Ari Levinson x Reader

😈 - Still Get Jealous - Rocker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

😇 - First Date - Steve Rogers x Reader

😈 - Picture Perfect - Motocross!Hal Carter x Reader

😇 - What's Yours is Mine - Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader

😈 - Over the Hood - Mechanic!Destroyer!Chris x Reader

😇 - A Sunny Outlook - Tattoo Artist!Andy Barber x Reader

Love and thanks to you lovelies for making this a special year. 💙

[peyton-warren]

A Dash of Cinnamon- A Jake Jensen Comfort Fan Fic

Characters: Jake Jensen Reader Fandom: The Losers (2010) Pairings: Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 1202 Gender/Ethnicity/Body: Any/Neutral Type: One-shot Warning: Fluff, angst, vague mention of panic attack, brief description of surgery and stitches Author's Note: Thank you to @ellethespaceunicorn for the prompt, and @adulting-sucks for the beta! And thank you for those of you sticking with me through my horrendous writer's block. Tried to keep reader as Neutral as possible to be inclusive. Summary: Jake Jensen comforts you after a minor panic. Ask Box: Open Masterlist

“Hey, Sugar Bumpkin,” Jake calls as he enters your shared home after his errand.  You hear the shuffle of grocery sacks as he closes the door, locking it.  “They had your favorite strawberry ice cream,” he continues as he walks towards you, or at least towards where he left you on the couch.  “They were out of..... Hey,” he stops, and you could almost picture the confusion on his face as he looked around the living room, glasses slid down his nose, forehead adorably wrinkled.  “Where did you go, babe?”

You only sniffle from your hiding spot, but he’s on you like a bloodhound, quickly dropping his purchases to the coffee table.  

“Babe?” he calls again, this time heading down the hall to where you are.  “What’s going on?”

You don't even bother to look up at him as he stands in the doorway of the bathroom.  You wipe your face with your good hand, possibly the only good hand you have left.  This thought brings the tears back up as you curl your other arm tighter against your chest, keeping it carefully  cradled with your knees drawn up.  The fat tears you were crying while he was gone are suddenly back and you hide your face with your good hand.  

“Oh, shit,” Jake softly says, and you can almost hear the conversation in his head about how he was gone for maybe 20 minutes and he wasn’t sure what could possibly have gone wrong in that time.  You were happy on the couch when he left you, well drugged and happy. “Baby cakes,” he starts as he gets on his knees in front of you where you have yourself expertly wedged between the toilet and the shower, drawn in on yourself.  “What’s going on? What happened?”  

You just shake your head a little, sobbing into your hand as you continue to lament about your predicament.  You try to draw in a little breath, enough to start speaking.  “They are going to have to take my arm off,” you wail.  “Wait what?” He sounds very disoriented.  “Did the surgeon call while I was gone?”

You shake your head, the tears getting heavier, your breathing getting shallower.  “Gangrene,” is the only word you can push out between your lips. 

“Gangrene?” Jake echoes, bewilderment still in his voice. “You had surgery less than a week ago, babe.”  It is then he looks around the room and notices the bandages and gauze on the closed toilet lid.  Anti-everything creams open on the counter and around the sink.  Blood tinged water in the sink. 

You feel his massive hands brush over your upper arms as you continue to cry.  “It’s gonna be ok, my love.  I promise,” he shushes you, laying a kiss on your forehead for extra measure.  “Can you tell me what happened?”  

You sniffle and draw in a bigger breath, lifting your head to face him.  You see the look of concern on his face shift behind those owlish glasses.  Worry morphs into loving care as he tugs on the long sleeves of his shirt, pulling it over his hand as he wipes at your cheeks, attempting to clean up the tears.  “Can you tell me?” he asks again, softer this time as he settles back on his heels.  

You nod and untuck your arm from your chest and hold it out to him. He is careful to hold your forearm just right, knowing where the stitches are on your arm.  He rotates it enough to bring the site of your recent surgery into view.  The skin is a bit more irritated than it was last time he looked, and there might be a sight of blood around the one stitch where the knot is on the end.  The skin around it is puckered and appears to be a healthy healing color.  “Looks good, babe,” he admits.

You repeatedly shake your head and look up at him with pleading eyes, looking like a scared little child.  He searches your face for more, hopeful for another clue about what is going on and why you think the surgeon is going to amputate your arm.  After a moment of nothing, he sighs, running his thumb over your soft skin below the stitches, not over them.  Your skin feels normally warm, not abnormally hot.  It all seems ok to him.  

“I need you to use your words, love,” he finally concedes defeat. “I can’t figure this out on my own.”

Clearing your throat, you wipe at your cheeks with your own hand, blinking up at him.  “There’s... well, there was pus,” your voice wavers slightly but you continue.  “Right there.” Your shaking finger points at the stitch that’s got the tiny amount of blood around it.  

“And?”  Your boyfriend is infinitely patient, and god, you love him for that.   Especially when your brain gets tangled and messy like this.  

You sigh softly, now seeing you might have maybe, in the new light of someone else’s view, overreacted a teensy weensy bit.  Just a little.  Nothing too much. “Pus means infection,” you reason. “And infection is bad.”

Jake’s patient and handsome face seems to follow your logic.  When you stop, he fills in the blanks.  You saw the pus, and tried to clean it up as gently as you could, then debated the best course of action with all the bandages and creams in the bathroom while your brain tried to tell you the doctor was going to amputate your arm.  With a genuinely loving smile, he leans over and kisses your cheek softly, his stubble gently scratching your skin, making you hum softly as you lean a bit into his lips.  “Sweetpea,” he starts. “Pus isn’t always bad.  It just means your body is healing, doing its thing, white blood cells grouping together and....” he pauses, looking up at the ceiling as if the medical jargon he was looking for was written across the ugly popcorn ceiling.  “Well doing their thing.  And you’ll be fine. I promise.”  

“How’s your hand?” he asks, still holding your forearm with one hand while the other scoots under your palm, cradling it in his own hand. You find it oddly soothing to feel his fingertips gently touching your palm, your own fingers dangling against his palm.  He gently nudged your pinky finger with his thumb, your finger twitching in response, drawing a small smile from your lips.  “How’s the numbness?”  Your surgery was because you had numbness in your last two fingers of your hand that occasionally blossomed into unbearable pain.  You had a pinched nerve, which the doc fixed during a quick surgery a few days ago.

You nod and give him a little smile. “Better,” you allow.  Your fingers had feeling in them again, and not the excruciating kind.  

“Good,” Jake states, bringing his lips down to your ring and pinky finger for a quick kiss.  “How about I go make you a bowl of ice cream before it melts out of the box?  And I’ll clean up this mess?” He vaguely gestures around the bathroom as he gets to his feet.  Giving you that boyishly shy half smile of his, he reaches down offering you his hand.  

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[chasingmidnights]

A Brutal Life Series: Part One - The Right Direction

Part One: The Right Direction 

Summary: A friend points you in, hopefully, the right direction of finding out who’s been sending you harassing emails. 

A/N: Welcome to “A Brutal Life” Series! I just wanna say that I had fun writing this and I hope you all enjoy this new series! This is a multi-fandom series, so you’ll see various characters from different fandoms strewn throughout! The green divider was made by @saradika.

Warnings: First, this is 18+! Minors DNI or you will be blocked! Warnings to look out for but are not limited to include: mentions of being harassed; mentions of implied stalking; Jake Jensen (he’s a warning okay!); mentions of smoking; there are characters with tattoos & piercings, I know not everyone finds them appealing, but quite a few of the main characters will have them; and I think that’s everything. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and your own social media consumption. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. 

Wordcount: 2,396

The store bell chimed as you entered the quaint computer shop. You nervously glanced around the shop and as you did, you noticed all of the various computer accessories and parts being neatly displayed for customers. For a second, you nearly chickened out and walked right back out the door, but you needed to do this, you needed answers. You tightly held onto the bag containing your laptop and took a deep breath as you continued to look around the store. You weren’t exactly sure what you were expecting when you walked into the shop, maybe something a little more extravagant? But you were glad that it wasn’t, you were hoping that you would get to work closely with whoever would be working on your laptop to figure out your little problem that you’ve been having recently. Your friend didn’t tell you much, just that this guy might be able to help with what you needed.

The man at the counter caught your attention as you continued to stand by the door and scouted out the shop. He wasn’t exactly what you were expecting either, then again, your friend gave you no description of who you were supposed to be looking for when you got to the shop. You eyed the man up and down, he was covered in tattoos, from his neck down and you found yourself wondering how many the man had on his body. His appearance was intriguing to you and you wondered if this was the guy that was supposed to be helping you. Everything about this man had your mind swirling with thoughts and you mean everything. From his sandy blonde hair that was cut short and neatly kept to his well trimmed goatee and his round, metal framed glasses to even his nose ring had you almost foaming at the mouth. ‘Down girl,’ you told yourself. ‘This isn’t what you’re here for.’ You took a deep breath as you adjusted the bag on your shoulder and walked up to the counter, trying not to let the man intimidate you, even though he wasn’t paying any attention to you. Instead, he was going through a large book, making marks in it every once in a while. He continued to work, even when you reached the counter. So, you quietly cleared your throat before you spoke up. 

“Are you able to track emails and such?” You asked nervously, glancing around the shop. 

The tattooed man eyed you up and down as he arched a brow. “Ma’am, this is a repair shop.” 

You let out an exasperated sigh, glancing down for a moment before looking back up at the man. “I-I was told by a mutual friend that you did things like that on the side? I-I have money.” 

The man in front of you narrowed his gaze at you as you mentioned a ‘mutual friend’. “ A mutual friend, eh? And who might that be?” 

He stood up straight and at his full height, you couldn’t help but feel extremely small. You would need a ladder to be anywhere near his height. All you could do was look up at him in awe, his arms were crossed in front of his chest and with how tight his under armor shirt was, it accentuated his rather large biceps. You had to shake your head and clear your thoughts once again before you could answer him, after all, you were here for a reason. 

“Wanda, Wanda Maximoff.” You said quietly, as if it was some big secret. 

A smirk formed on the man’s face and it seemed as if his eyes lit up as you mentioned Wanda. “Ah, you must be the friend she told me about, she said you’d be stopping by.” 

You smiled a bit yourself as he mentioned how Wanda told him about you. “Did she say anything else?” 

“Not really, just that you were having some trouble and wanted to know if I could help, told her that I would try. So, what’s the problem, sweetheart?” The man asked, a bit more casually. 

You tried not to grimace when he called you ‘sweetheart’, the pet name forever ruined by your ex. Instead, you took a small breath and answered him. “Well, I keep receiving harassing emails and I don’t know how to stop them or anything like that. I was wondering if you could help me at least find out where they’re coming from or maybe even who’s sending them? I’ve tried, but I’m pretty inept when it comes to these things.” 

The man nodded as you explained, scratching the hair on his chin as he did. “Hmm, I can definitely take a crack at it, it might take me a few days.” 

“That’s fine. Do what you have to do and I really don’t have a time frame for when I need it back.” You agreed, looking up at the man with hope in your eyes. Suppressing your feelings about hope - a dirty, four letter word in your book. You gave him a small smile as you became lost in his eyes, a beautiful shade of blue. 

“Alright, then.” The man with tattoos said, returning a smile of his own. “So, do you have your equipment with you?” 

You nodded your head before you started to pull out your laptop and handed it over to him. The man in front of you carefully took the laptop and placed it on the counter before grabbing a notepad and pen. 

Any passwords or login information I may need to know?” He asked as he looked down at you. 

“Yeah, here.” You then pulled out a piece of paper that had your information on it from your bag and handed it over to him as well. 

You had to take a deep breath as the computer shop repair man took possession of the information. ‘He’s here to help you,’ You reminded yourself, your nerves starting to get to you. ‘Wanda wouldn’t have told you to come here otherwise, if she didn’t trust him and if she didn’t think he could help,’ These thoughts did little to calm your nerves, but you didn’t really have a choice here, you had to trust him. You then realized that you didn’t even know what this man’s name was, since Wanda never told you and he hasn’t even properly introduced himself. To be fair though, you haven’t exactly told him your name yet either. 

“Oh, I don’t believe I ever caught your name.” You said quickly, the words jumbled together slightly. 

A genuine smile formed on his face as you inquired about his name, and you couldn’t help but notice the pair of dimples that had formed on his cheeks as he smiled. 

“It’s Jake, Jake Jensen. And I don’t think I caught yours either, sweetheart.” 

You wanted so badly to tell him to not call you ‘sweetheart’, but you didn’t want to come off as rude, so you swallowed back the urge and simply introduced yourself to him. Jake’s smile grew as you told him your name, watching you as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, an act he found rather endearing. Now that you had handed over your laptop, all you had to do was wait for Jake to work his magic. 

An exhausted huff escaped your lips as you closed the apartment door behind you, you were glad to finally be home. Your thoughts were muddled and you really wondered if Jake could figure out this mystery for you or not. You wanted to hope for the best, but you also didn’t want to get them too high just to have them dashed. 

“So, how’d it go at the computer shop?” Your train of thoughts were broken by Wanda’s question. 

You gave Wanda a weak smile as you turned your attention towards her. She had stopped painting her toenails and you could tell just by the way she was looking at you that she was trying to tell if you were okay and if something had happened today. You pushed the current thoughts aside as you went to join her on the couch, sitting down next to her and placing your purse on the floor. 

“It went alright, said he was gonna do what he could to help.” You answered as you looked at the color that Wanda had chosen, it was a pretty navy blue color. 

Wanda nodded her head at your reply, a small smirk formed on her mouth as she asked her next question. “So, what did you think about Jake?” 

“Definitely not what I was expecting. How come you never told me about him?” You inquired, wondering what her excuse could be. 

Wanda shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “Jake is a relatively newer friend, I met him a few years ago while you were still with him.” 

You grimaced as she mentioned your ex, you weren’t exactly the greatest friend during that time period. But when things went south with him, you were just grateful that she opened up her arms and her home to you once again. 

“Right. Have I told you how sorry I am about all of that recently? And that I promise that nothing like that will never, and I mean, never happen again.” You said, giving Wanda your best puppy dog eyes. 

“You’re a goober, you know that? And besides, I know it won’t because the next time you’re with a guy, I’m gonna make sure that he’s not a narcissistic asshole.” Wanda said, letting out a small laugh as she shook her head, before getting up and walking over to the kitchen. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way she was walking after just painting her toenails. She was walking quickly and on the ball of her feet. You glanced down at the couch cushion, thinking about what Wanda had just said. She didn’t need to worry about you dating anyone any time soon, because after what you just went through with your ex, you would be fine if you never dated again. 

“Oh, and if you think Jake wasn’t what you were expecting, wait till you meet Bucky, his business partner!” Wanda called out to you from the kitchen, breaking you from your thoughts once again. 

You looked over at Wanda, tilting your head as you did, your curiosity growing. “Wanda, where did you meet these guys?” 

“Well,” Wanda started as she opened her can of soda before walking back over to the couch and joining you again. “That is an excellent question.” Wanda paused as she took a drink of her soda. “Actually, Jake and I were set up on a blind date, but we both thought we were better off as friends after the second date. As for Bucky, well, I would occasionally drop off lunch for Jake at the shop and that’s how I met him. Now we’re all just really good friends.” 

“Wait, you and Jake dated?” You asked, you don’t know why, but a small wave of disappointment washed over you. 

Wanda arched a brow as she looked at you. “For a bit, but it wasn’t anything serious.” The two of you looked at each other as Wanda paused for a moment. You saw the smirk form on her as she asked another question. “Why? Are you interested in Jake?” 

“What?! Don’t be absurd, Wanda! I think I’m set on dating to last me a lifetime.” You answered, your words quickly falling out of your mouth and you started to pick at the couch cushion. 

“You know, it’s okay if you are, in fact, I would one-hundred percent support it. I think you and Jake would be good together.” Wanda said, her smirk now a full blown smile. 

You shook your head adamantly as Wanda made the suggestion. “Oh no, trust me, I’m good. Thank you, but I’m gonna pass. I think I’m gonna focus on me for the next foreseeable future.” 

Wanda playfully rolled her eyes as she took another drink of her soda. You knew that she didn’t believe you, and you were probably fooling yourself, but you wanted to at least try to focus on yourself. 

“Whatever you say, Foxy.” Wanda teased, calling you by the nickname she bestowed upon you years ago when you first met. 

“So, how about dinner?” I’m starving.” You suggested, trying to do anything to change the subject. “Do you want me to make something or do you want to go out?” 

“I know what you’re doing, Foxy, but I can take a hint. How about going out? I’ve been craving something nice and greasy.” Wanda answered, a knowing look on her face. 

The two of you settled for a nearby pizza place called Papa Joe’s. When Wanda first introduced you to the place, you were a bit skeptical of the place since it was such a hole in the wall pizzeria. But it turned out to actually be really good and it quickly became one of your favorite places to eat at. However, tonight felt different and as you and Wanda entered the restaurant, you paused as you held the door open for her. You glanced around the nearby area and you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being watched. A feeling you, unfortunately, have become acquainted with as a part of your day-to-day life. 

“Hey, Foxy, you okay?” Wanda asked as she turned around, once she realized that you weren’t next to her any longer. 

You scanned the area once more, but nothing caught your attention. So, you shook off the feeling the best that you could and turned towards Wanda, giving her a small smile. “Yeah, of course. Come on, let’s get some food!” 

The door to the pizzeria closed behind you as you entered and you and Wanda claimed one of the empty booths. However, just down the street was a black Buick with tinted windows and the driver of the vehicle smirked as he watched you enter the pizza joint. He took a puff off of his tobacco pipe as he watched, feeling pleased that he had found you at last. As he exhaled the smoke from his lungs, it filled the space in front of him and slowly moved upwards. He took another puff and slowly exhaled the smoke once more before he started his car and drove off.