Mickimoo

It had been a hell of a party, celebrating your latest victory at Avengerz HQ with your teammates.

Yelena had convinced you to go against her in a drinking contest and you had no idea why you thought agreeing to go up against a russian was a good idea.

Now you were stumbling through the Avengerz compound with Bucky's arm around your waist as he guided you to your room, insisting you were too drunk and he wanted to make sure you got back safely.

His earthy smell was all around you, making you intoxicated from his proximity as well as the alcohol coursing through your veins and you could feel the heat pulsing beneath his palm on your waist while you drunkenly rambled at him.

"I feel bad for you ya know?" You mumbled.

Bucky glanced over at you, brow raised in confusion at your sudden change of topic. How the conversation went from grumpy cat to him, he'd never know.

"You do?" He replied.

"Uh huh." You shrugged simply, as though the statement was completely obvious, missing the way his face dropped, mind running straight to the most obvious thing.

He hated that you felt that way, that you pitied what had happened to him. He didn't want your pity, he didn't want you to feel bad on his behalf.

"Right. Of course." He mumbled, pressing his lips together.

"No Bucky no!" You moaned as you looked up at his sad little pout, "Don't pull a sad face. Some regular non super human people can't get drunk either."

"That's what you're talking about?" He grunted back.

"Uh huh." You nodded as you continued wobbling forward, "Being drunk is great."

"I'm not sure you'll be saying that tomorrow." He said, the corner of his lips tugging up in amusement.

"Pshhh, live in the now Bucky." You grinned animatedly, "Now is great."

"It sure is." He smiled back, looking over your blushed face longer than a friend should.

"God you're so muscly." You said suddenly, pulling him from his thoughts as you stopped before him and grabbed his bicep.

"You know I'm a super soldier right?" He smirked.

"Mmm..." You nodded, running your palm along the length of his arm with your tongue slowly swiping your lower lip.

"Sweetheart?" Bucky laughed and your face snapped back to his, a deeper crimson flush spreading over your cheeks.

"Oh hey, sorry." You mumbled, "I was just looking."

"Just looking, right." He teased before placing his arm back around your waist and pushing you along the corridor, back on track.

"I wanna lick em." You mumbled to yourself.

"Lick what?" Bucky grinned and you looked back up at him with wide eyes.

"Your muscles." You shrugged, "They look lickable, you're very lickable."

"Okay, sure." He smiled.

"If I lick it, is it mine?" You smiled playfully.

"What?" He mused as you reached your door, quickly pushing it open to get you into to your room.

"You never saw that meme?" You asked as he helped you over the threshold and guided you to sit on the edge of your bed.

"What the hell is a meme?" He grimaced, as though the word alone had personally offended him.

You chuckled loudly as he crossed his arms over his chest with a raised brow, "Sometimes I forget you're old."

"You forget." He repeated.

"Yeah cause you're just so you and handsome and sexy and moody." You giggled, "The old is just extra."

"Moody..." He grumbled before his eyes widened, "Wait, did you say sexy?"

"Mmhmmm very sexy." You nodded, dropping back onto your mattress with a dreamy expression on your face, "Sexy and very lickable."

Bucky looked over you with a smile, unable to contain his emotions at the thought of you finding him attractive. If only he had the courage to act on how he felt, to tell you how he felt about you.

"Right, time for bed." Bucky chuckled.

"But Bucky!" You moaned, sitting back up with a pout, "I don't wanna."

"Well you need to sleep." He replied sternly, though the smile remained on his lips.

"You're mean." You sassed like a toddler, folding your arms over your chest.

"Mean, moody, sexy." He shrugged, crossing the room to your chest of drawers to find you something to change into.

"You forgot annoying." You grunted at him.

"I'll add it to the list." He replied, as he dug through the drawer, fitting into your space like he belonged in it.

"Can I have your shirt?" You grinned suddenly.

"My shirt?" He responded, looking back over his shoulder at you with furrowed brows.

"Yeah I wanna sleep in it." You shrugged like it was the obvious answer.

"Why?" He grumbled.

"Cause it'll smell like you and I can pretend you're in bed with me, holding me." You smiled sweetly.

"Sweetheart..." Bucky breathed, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at your statement as he crossed back in front of you, "You're drunk."

"I know that." You pouted, "Doesn't mean I don't want your shirt."

"But you're saying a lot of things you might regret in the morning." He exhaled, running his palm through his hair.

"I've never regretted being in love with you." You said with furrowed brows as Bucky's body froze, "I just wish I could be enough for you too."

"You...you're in love..." He stuttered while you remained completely oblivious to the bombshell you'd just dropped.

"T-shirt!" You whined, extending your arms and flexing your hands to grab at him, "Gimme."

"Fine, fine." He conceded while his heart hammered and his mind raced.

He slipped the T-shirt over his head, passing it over to you and trying to hide his grin when you snatched it from him with a happy squeal.

You raised the fabric to your nose, inhaling deeply with a smile and a sigh, "God you smell so good, like home and sin."

You stumbled onto your feet, attempting to stand and Bucky threw his hand out, catching your elbow to steady you. You suddenly began to slip your own shirt over your body and he spun around so fast he created his own gust of wind.

"I'll just...face...over..yeah..." He swallowed thickly, already cataloguing the small patch of exposed skin he'd seen.

"Wait!" You yelled, stilling your hands.

"What?" Bucky rasped as he turned back to you worriedly, "Are you okay?"

You crossed the small space between you with a mischievous grin and quickly placed your tongue on his exposed chest, trailing it up between the valley of his pecks with a giggle.

"I licked you, so you're mine now." You grinned.

Bucky's mouth was agape, shock painting his features, until it turned into a shy smile, his cheeks and ears tinting red.

"Okay sweetheart." He smiled shyly, before turning back around to let you change.

You slid from your evenings clothes quickly, teetering on your feet like a newborn deer before slipping Bucky's shirt over your head, smiling when it dropped over your ass and you were surrounded in his scent.

You climbed into bed and settled under the duvet with a happy sigh while Bucky turned, assessing you with a nod before heading for the door.

"Bucky?" You called out to him shyly.

"Yeah?" He replied, glancing back at you over his shoulder.

"Will you come see me?" You mumbled, "In the morning? I'll wanna see you but sober me might be too shy to ask."

"Of course." He sighed, "I'll even bring coffee."

"You're the best Bucky." You smiled happily, before sinking further into the mattress, ready for sleep to take you.

"Goodnight sweetheart." Bucky sighed before leaving the room with a smile pulling at his lips.

"Hey you." Bucky grinned as he padded into your room the next morning, extending the to-go cup in his hand, "Coffee."

"Oh god...thank you." You groaned, sitting up on the bed and rubbing your forehead, "My head hurts."

"But being drunk is so fun." Bucky mocked with a smile as he dropped onto the bed next to you, "That's what you said."

"Asshole." You pouted, taking the cup from him and taking a large gulp before raising your brow at him suspiciously, "And why am I in your shirt?"

"You asked for it." Bucky chuckled, "Said you wanted to feel like I was wrapped around you."

"Oh god." You gasped as your face turned a deep marron and your ears went hot, "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be." He laughed before reminding himself that it was now or never, "And just so you know, you are good enough."

"Huh?" You breathed with furrowed brows, feeling heated from the way bucky was looking at you.

"For me, I mean." He confirmed softly, "You're more than good enough, I'm not good enough for you."

"I..you...what..." You stuttered, as you tried to follow what he was getting at.

"You told me you were in love with me." He announced and you felt your soul leave your body, eyes widening and mouth snapping shut in horror.

"I did?" You squeaked.

"You licked me." He grinned.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." You gasped, burying your face in your hands, "I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be." He laughed again before his face softened, "Hey, look at me."

He pulled your hands away from your face, gazing at you with such affection that you thought your heart may combust. He reached out and gently tucked your hair behind your ear, before settling his palm along your jaw.

"You licked me, so I'm yours now, right?" He questioned, eyes flicking between your own and your lips.

"I...please...yes..." You breathed.

"Well then." He smiled and he began to close the gap between you, lips closing in on your own while your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat.

His lips brushed against yours, pressing the softest kiss against them before he placed another on your cheek, when suddenly his tongue darted out, licking a stripe up the side of your face while you squealed and giggled.

"Bucky!" You giggled manically.

"What?" He chuckled, "Just returning the favour, now you're mine."

You smiled widely, eyes shimmering with glee despite the hangover trying to pierce through your skull.

"Now I'm yours." You grinned.

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The time was finally here. Years of hard work and dedication, caffeine fueled nights and sore fingers and you had one assignment left. The big one. Your final dissertation and you were done, free to leave college and enter the real world.

Your topic choice had been easy, fuelled by not only a love for the subject but a lifetime of stories told by your aunt. 'How friendship changed the course of world war 2 and Hydra's threat to the world we know.'

Weeks of research were done, reading and learning everything you could about the infamous Steve Rogers and his best friend James 'Bucky' Barnes. You wrote down every story and anecdote you were told growing up, cross referencing everything as you poured your life and soul into the document.

You were so close to this finish line, yet so far, wanting to do your project justice, wanting to do them justice. Those incredible men who you'd wished you could have known, who died to protect your country and took Hydra down with them.

After another tiring day of ruthlessly flicking through history books and scrolling through old newspaper clippings, you final succumbed to sleep.

You were in the haze, that space between sleep and awake where everything felt a little too real, yet so far from real life you knew you were dreaming.

Voices slowly filled your ears, so close to you that your eyes fluttered rapidly as you willed your brain to open them, only to fail.

"The things I'm gonna do to her." Bucky groaned softly as he watched your sleeping form.

"Me too bud, but we have to be patient, she's not ready." Steve agreed, arms folded across his chest with his head tilted as he appraised you.

"I don't know how long I'll be able to do that Steve." Bucky whined, grabbing at his crotch.

"Just have patience Bucky, we've waited 70 years, what's a few more weeks?" Steve scolded him with a raised brow.

"She's listening." Bucky whispered suddenly, nodding in your direction.

"Oh is that right? Can you hear us sweet girl?" Steve purred.

"Don't worry, youll be able to see us soon enough." Bucky added with a smile.

"Not long now, we can't wait to meet you properly." Steve continued.

Your eyes continued to flutter as a chill zipped up your spine. You finally forced your eyes open and bolted upright, gasping as you gazed around your empty room.

It had felt so real and their voices so close. You rubbed your forehead before letting out a low curse. You'd been working too hard and now you were dreaming about the men you were writing about. Not long now, you reminded yourself as you flopped back on the bed.

You spent days shaking off that strange dream and the strange feelings you had along with it, which was difficult when your life was revolving around the two men.

You had scheduled a trip to see your aunt in her care home and tried to focus on that and the things you wanted to ask her, collecting your note pad and pen from your glove box before leaving your car and heading into the large building.

When you'd skipped past the receptionist and made it to your aunt's room, exchanging the usual pleasantries, you took a seat on the chair next to her bed and flipped open your pad, ready to continue with your research.

"I'm so happy you've chosen to write about this." Peggy smiled as she tilted her head towards you from where she lay in her bed.

"Me too Aunt Peg." You smiled back, "Maybe it was listening to you talk about them so much growing up."

"I'm glad you enjoyed my stories." She chuckled, "You were always the most interested."

She wasn't wrong, your cousins always seemed to get bored or fed up with her constant reminiscing of the glory days. You however ate every story up, every moment of her life spoke to you in unfathomable ways, maybe that's what led you to become a history major when you grew up.

"So tell me about them Aunt Peggy." You grinned, placing your pen against the paper.

"Gosh, what can I possibly say about them?" She chuckled once more, "They were both incredible people, brave, loyal to the cause and each other, charming and handsome, especially my Steve."

You smirked as she looked up with a dreamy expression on her face. She never made a secret of her love for Steve, even your uncle had accepted that she was infatuated with him.

"You had a soft spot didn't you?" You teased with a smirk, as you scribbled notes on your page.

"Darling I was positively in love with that man for a time." She sighed and you smiled softly back at her, you'd never experienced that kind of love for someone before.

"Did you ever...ya know uhh..get intimate?" You grimaced with a squint, unsure if you should have asked but he was a super soldier for goodness sake. If your aunt had slept with him it would be interesting to know if that strength continued in the bedroom, for historical purposes obviously.

"We only ever shared a kiss, but it was a kiss I could never forget." She smiled back.

You almost felt disappointed that they hadn't had sex, before remembering that you were basically advocating your own aunt getting boned and you let out a sudden shudder.

"You know, they made Steve perform for a while." Peggy continued, "They sent him touring around the country, performing in theatres. I always knew he was meant for more than that."

"So when did he decide enough was enough?" You asked gently.

"You know the story darling." She teased, "I've told you a hundred times."

"I know." You whined with a pout, "Just tell me once more, please?"

"Okay. Well, one day Steve found out that most of James' division, the 107th, were captured and Bucky hadn't returned back with the others." She spoke proudly as she retold her story, while you frantically scribbled notes on your page, "That's the catalyst Steve needed. He decided then and there that he wouldn't stand by and let the others fight alone any longer, he had to save his best friend and he did. He stormed that Hydra base alone, freed the 107th, freed Bucky and brought them all back home. After that, well, everything changed for the better. Without Steve, Hydra would have been unstoppable."

"That's incredible." You sighed as you finished your sentence.

"He was, they both were." She sighed.

"Is there anything else you remember about them?" You asked with a raised brow, crossing your leg over your other.

"I remember Steve was always doodling in this little pad he had." She smiled.

"Doodling?" You queried.

"Drawing pictures." She confirmed, "Some beautiful, some quirky. There was one that always stood out. He drew himself as a performing monkey because..."

"That's how he saw himself." You finished for her with a sad sigh. You couldn't imagine how awful he must have felt, being experimented on, made into this super human only to be carted around and shoved in front of audiences.

"Yes exactly." Peggy sighed, "That was before he found James."

"I wish I could have seen it." You said dreamily.

"Hmmm yes. Actually you could." Peggy suddenly said with widened eyes.

"Really, how?" You exclaimed.

"Well, Steve had no family, so after he passed all his belongings were transferred to Shield and stored." She told you.

"And they're still there now?" You asked, tapping your pen against your lip.

"I don't see why they wouldn't be." She replied, "I still have some old contacts, I could try to get you in for a visit."

"Aunt Peggy, I can't ask you to do that." You grimaced, though you desperately wanted to be able to see it. To be amongst Steve's things would be an amazing addition to your dissertation. You'd be able to have your hands on things that most historians could only dream about.

"You didn't ask, I'm offering." Peggy said sternly with a smile, "It would be my pleasure darling."

"Thank you, it means the world to me." You smiled back, trying not to squeal in excitement.

"And you mean the world to me." She replied and you rolled your eyes playfully.

The rest of your visit flew by quickly and before you knew it you were back in your car with a wide smile. Visits with Peggy always put a smile on your face, you dreaded the day you would no longer be able to have them, but that day wasn't now and that's what you focused on.

Another night of restless sleep came, as you tossed and turned in your bed uncomfortably. Your mind wouldn't quiet enough for you to drop into the deep sleep you so craved, leaving you back in that inbetween haze.

You threw yourself onto your side, curling your legs up as your mouth hung agape with soft breaths.

The voices returned and your brows furrowed. Your body twitched as your eyes fluttered frantically and you heard soft moans and a wet sound coming from somewhere nearby.

This time when you willed your eyes to open, they finally did and you let out a gasp when your eyes fell on the two men you'd be relentlessly researching.

Steve Rogers and James Barnes both stood beside your bed, dressed in their army slacks and matching shirt, as they looked down at you with wide lustful eyes. Bucky's slacks were dipped down slightly and his large cock was in his hand, bottom lip sucked back into his mouth.

You tried to speak, tried to get anything to come out of your lips but you couldn't. You were stuck, speechless and unable to make any part of your body move.

"Oh god Steve, she's opened her eyes." Bucky groaned and your eyes widened in shock, literally unable to look away as he slipped his hand up and down his length as he watched you.

"Well hey there princess." Steve purred with a smirk.

You tried to squeak once more, tried to scream, yell, anything, but nothing came out as your tongue uselessly rolled around your mouth.

"Don't try to speak." Steve said softly, "Just relax, it's too soon."

Your eyes flicked back to Bucky, watching his palm move up and down the veiny skin of his cock.

"Sorry Angel, I couldn't help myself." Bucky moaned, "You just looked so fuckin' cute."

"He's not wrong." Steve agreed with his hands on his hips, "Got me busting out my pants over here too."

"Just get it out Steve," Bucky rasped breathlessly, "She won't think any less of you."

"She might." Steve sighed, looking back at you with sad doe eyes.

"You wouldn't would you Angel?" Bucky continued, "You love us, you belong to us."

Your eyes widened once more, completely taken back by the statement as you felt your heart pounding in your chest from fear.

"Okay okay, shit." Steve muttered as he fumbled with his pants button, quickly shoving them down enough to free his equally hard, thicker cock and he took it in his grasp.

"Oh fuck that's it." Steve breathed as he began stroking himself, "Feels so good princess."

You watched as they both continued working themselves towards the edge, moaning and panting as they were over taken with pure unadulterated lust.

"I'm gonna cum Steve." Bucky groaned lewdly.

"Go for it Buck," Steve rasped, "Show our girl how much she means to us."

"Fuck." Bucky panted and you watched as he began to shoot ropes of cum onto your bedroom floor, squeezing himself all the way to the tip until he had rid himself of every drop.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming." Steve moaned suddenly, landing rope upon rope onto the carpet alongside Bucky's.

When he was completely spent, he tucked himself away and Bucky did the same.

You could only watch as Bucky stepped towards you, leaning down over your head, so close you could feel a cool gust of breath against your ear.

"Get some sleep Angel." He said sweetly, before placing a kiss to your head that felt like ice.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as the two men faded out, leaving you to finally slip into a deep sleep.

You woke the next morning groggy and confused, running your palms along your face as you tried to comprehemd the tricks your mind was playing on you.

You'd never experienced anything like it, never had night terrors, never slept walk and now you were dreaming that you were being visited by sleep paralysis demons. Except they weren't just demons, they were Steve and Bucky, war heros, historical legends, your aunts friends.

You let out a low groan when you finally stepped from the bed and into a wet patch on the floor, grimacing at your soggy foot and promising yourself you wouldn't keep drinks near your bed anymore as you'd clearly spilled one without realizing.

You were walking to your class on campus later that day, when your phone rang and you wiped it from your bag to find a withheld number calling you.

"Hello." You answered shyly.

"Hi this is Phil Coulson." The person on the other end announced.

"Uhh hi... Phil." You stuttered in confusion, quickly plopping yourself on a nearby bench.

"I'm calling on behalf of Shield." He continued and your eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh god, hi..uhh thank you for calling." You said excitedly.

"No problem, your aunt asked for a favour and well, who am I to say no to Peggy Carter." He chuckled.

"She has that affect on people." You laughed back.

"Yes well, she is part of the reason I even have a job so.." He continued and you could almost hear the friendly smile on his face.

"Yeah I guess." You agreed.

"Well I've managed to approve your request to view Steve Rogers personal effects." He announced and your breath caught in your chest as you fought not to jump up and down in excitement.

"That's incredible, thank you." You breathed happily.

"No problem." He replied, "When are you wanting to come in?"

"As soon as possible." You exhaled shakily.

"I can fit you in, in two days time, does that work?" He asked and your fist jumped into the air.

"Oh my god." You squeaked, unable to stop yourself, "Yes, thank you, that's amazing."

"No problem at all." He replied, "I'll send over the details."

"Amazing, thank you Phil." You returned with a grin.

"Speak soon, bye."

"Bye." You replied before placing your phone down and squealing loudly, kicking your feet onto the ground.

You couldn't believe your luck, it was actually happening.

The days flew by and you suddenly found yourself standing in an almost bare room, that you'd been led into by someone at Shield.

In the centre of the room was a large crate, besides that they hadn't even offered you a chair which made you snort in amusement, but you didn't complain, thankful to even have this opportunity.

You carefully flicked the latches and lifted the lid off of the crate and the musky smell hit you immediately from the old artifacts within.

On first glance you could see a few things, an old record player, a few records, a stack of clothes. You wondered what else would be hiding in its depths.

You quickly glanced around the room and noticed a power outlet to one side and so you carefully lifted the record player out and placed it on the floor, connecting the cable to the outlet. A smile spread to your face when the small light blinked on and you quickly stepped back to the crate to select a record, settling on one called "It's been a long, long time."

The air thickened and cooled as the smooth 40's music filled the space and you hummed happily before dropping to your knees in front of the crate and placing your palms on your thighs as you assessed the contents.

You reached within, pulling out a bundle of fabric and shaking it out to reveal Steve's army blazer. You didn't know why, but you felt the urge to pull it to your nose and so you did, surprised when you could smell something other than musk, something earthy and masculin.

As you placed the blazer to the side you felt a gust of cool air tickle your neck, almost like someone was leaning over your shoulder but when you turned around, you were still alone.

You shrugged it off and continued your exploration, reaching in and picking up a metal compass. It had seen better days, now lightly coated in rust and so you very carefully pushed the release clasp and cradled the lid as it opened.

You found a picture of your aunt plastered on the inside and your eyes widened in glee, mouth spreading into a wide smile. Clearly Steve was just as infatuated with your aunt as she was with him. It was a shame he passed during the war, you wondered what her life would have been like if he had lived.

After placing it down you leant back over the crate, when something caught your eye. Buried just under a few pieces of clothing was a large notepad. You plucked it out excitedly and settled on your bum, crossing your legs in front of you and placing the book in your lap.

You flicked the pad open feeling that strange sensation come back, like someone was there with you, watching you and you furrowed your brows as you tried to shake it off but couldn't.

You tried to focus on the page, flicking through the first few pictures of various landscapes, you assumed from Steve's home. The pictures were beautiful and detailed, like he just couldn't leave the page until he captured all the small parts that made it so incredible.

After a few pages you stumbled on a drawing of your Aunt Peggy and the grin returned to your face. It was a full sketch of her standing in her army uniform with a clipboard in hand and you could just imagine her storming around with that no nonsense energy she always radiated.

You gasped when you flipped the page to the very image you'd wanted to see. The monkey in its captain america suit, riding a unicycle while people watched on in glee.

You felt for him, you really did, it was hard not too when you knew more about the man than most people did abut themselves. You just hoped that he managed to find some peace in the end.

When you flipped the page again you practically screamed, throwing the book to the floor and jumping to your feet as tears pooled in your eyes. It couldn't be, it was impossible.

Because there, on the paper, drawn with such meticulous attention to detail it couldn't possibly be anybody else, was a picture of your face staring back at you.

Your breathing turned ragged and you clasped your hand over your heart in fear as the sounds of breathing echoed around you. When you thought you felt a hand touch your shoulder, you couldn't take it anymore and you ran from the room at speed, not stopping until you were free from Shield.

You lost count of how many hours you spent thinking about that picture and about the weird feeling in that room. There was no way it could have been real you figured. You were sleep deprived and running on empty while you finished this assignment and your mind was playing tricks on you. At least that's what you tried to tell yourself for the week that passed since that strange day.

Between the studying, classes and all the work you had been doing, it had been hard to find time for yourself, for anything fun and so that's why you had decided one evening to invite one of your friends over, specifically for the benefits it came with.

Peter Parker was always reliable when you needed a stress relieving fuck, but this time, while he was balls deep inside of you, rutting his hips against your own, you weren't even close to the bliss you so desperately seeked.

Peter seemed to be having the time of his life as you lay beneath him, eyes clenched tight as you tried desperately to get that spark to ignite in your core.

The more you focused on your desperate need to cum, the more frustrated you became until an image suddenly flashed through your mind and you finally felt your pussy tighten around Peter's cock.

He groaned lewdly as your pussy fluttered, while your mind was locked onto a scene from a recent dream, of Bucky and Steve, jacking off as they watched over you.

"Oh fuck." You groaned when you were finally getting somewhere close to an orgasm, clutching onto Peter's shoulders as he panted above you.

"Oh god, I can't, oh shit." He suddenly gasped and you looked up at him in surprise.

"What?" You breathed back in panic.

"Oh fuckkkk." Peter groaned with one last deep thrust before rolling off the bed to remove the filled condom.

Your body sagged back against the bed and you let out an annoyed huffed, quickly recovering when Peter got back into the bed next to you, his softening dick now resting against his thigh.

"That was great right?" He beamed at you, "Did you cum?"

"Yeah." You nodded with a flat-lipped smile, the last thing you wanted to do was hurt his feelings, he was usually good at getting you there.

"Good. Good." Peter panted with a dopey smile.

A short while later he was on his side, back to you as he snored lightly.

You were splayed on your back, head shaking from side to side as shadows invaded your dreams and your eyes snapped open.

It was happening again, your body was locked in position and you had no control over your limbs except you found that you were able to tip your head to the side, only when you did you were met with the stern gazes of Steve and Bucky looking down at you.

Bucky's arms were folded over his chest and Steve's palms were on his hips as they glanced over your naked form, blankets apparently pooled by your feet and you couldn't do anything about it.

"Well what do you think Buck? Steve said sternly.

"I think I'm pissed Steve." Bucky grunted moodily.

"Me too buddy, me too." Steve sighed shaking his head.

"Thought we'd made it clear you belong to us angel." Bucky scolded you and your eyes widened.

You opened your mouth trying to respond but your voice still wouldn't work.

"And the asshole didn't even make her cum Buck." Steve said unimpressed, head tilting to assess your exposed cunt.

"Oh yeah, we saw everything angel and this asshole doesn't know how to take care of a woman like you." Bucky sneered before turning his lips into a smirk, "But we do, ain't that right Steve?"

"Sure is." Steve nodded, "But we gotta check how far along everything is first."

You followed Steve's movements with your head, as he moved towards the lower half of the bed and placed his palm on your leg. Your mouth dropped back open in surprise when you could feel the touch of his palm against your skin.

Steve licked his lip before sliding his hand along your flesh, resting at the apex of your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

"Well we're progressing nicely.". Steve praised happily, "Soon you'll be able to touch us too princess."

"Can I do it Steve?" Bucky began to beg, dropping his arms to his side, "Please, I've waited so long."

Steve looked down at your body once more with a pleased glint in his eyes before nodding and freeing you of his touch.

"Go ahead Buck." He replied.

You watched in fear and surprise as Bucky made his way to the base of the bed by your feet and carefully pushed your legs further apart against your will. He licked his lips as he crawled closer to your core until you could feel his lips brush against your pussy lips teasingly.

You tried to gasp as a warm wet tongue licked up your folds before tickling your clit and you couldn't deny the spark it sent to your core. The very spark you'd been looking for.

Bucky placed his palms on your thighs, holding your legs spread for him as he began eating you out like he'd been starved of your pussy for 70 years, like you were the only thing keeping him anchored to earth and it felt fucking good.

You tried to moan, dropping your head back against your pillow and letting out a small rasp that seemed to surprise Steve.

"Now now princess, wouldn't wanna wake up your little boy toy." Steve teased before grabbing at his crotch and pushing his slacks down to his thighs, "So how about I give you something to stop the noise huh?"

You couldn't say no even if you wanted too, unable to even squeak as you opened your mouth, desperately trying to say something, anything.

Steve took the opportunity and knelt on the bed, shoving his cock down your throat.

Tears began to stream down your face as Steve worked his cock in and out of your mouth, while Bucky continued to suck and lick at your cunt.

You hated that you were enjoying it, hated that you were careening towards the edge faster than you ever had but loving it all the same.

When Bucky groaned into your cunt, the vibrations zapped through your spine and you knew it wouldn't be long until your body gave in.

"Oh that's it, fuck." Steve groaned as the lewd sounds of spit and gagging filled the air.

A few seconds later Steve grunted loudly and you felt the warm evidence of his spend coat your tongue. Bucky latched onto your clit and sucked harshly while you gulped down Steve's load and your coil snapped.

Your eyes rolled into your head as you felt your orgasm crash over you, unable to do anything to stop it.

You didn't remember what happened next, when Bucky stopped or when Steve pulled out, only that it faded into nothing and you woke up with a groan, unable to believe you'd had a wet dream and clutching your suddenly sore throat that wasn't present the night before.

Things seemed to calm down over the next few weeks. You had no more strange dreams, no more weird feelings and you worked your ass off to churn out your final draft of your dissertation.

You skipped from your class after handing it in with a grin on you face. You had done it. You were finished. All you had to do now was wait for it to be assessed. You couldn't believe your college life was finally over and what lay ahead was exciting and the possibilities endless.

You laughed at yourself more with each passing day, finding amusement in the fact that you'd been so immersed in the world you were researching that it bled over into your day to day life, infecting your sleep and causing that crazy hallucination at Shield that obviously made it no where near your paper.

Things were great, things were good and although you could now but Steve and Bucky behind you, you knew you'd always carry them with you in some way, if not for you then for Peggy and for their legacy.

"You there princess?" Steve coaxed as he gently shook your shoulder, attempting to rouse you from sleep.

"Come on Angel, it's time to play." Bucky whined impatiently.

Your eyes blinked open slowly, immediately seeing the two grinning faces peering back down at you.

"There she is." Steve grinned.

"Hey there angel." Bucky smiled happily.

You moved your head side to side in confusion and wiggled your fingers as your brows furrowed in confusion, it didn't feel like you were asleep, but you obviously were.

"What?" You rasped in shock as you slowly gained movement through your body.

"Slowly princess." Steve said with concern, holding his hand out to you, "Your body is finally ready but it's still gonna take some effort."

You sat up slowly, rolling your shoulders and rubbing your dry throat. Steve and Bucky were both looking at you expectantly, like they were waiting for you to scream or run, they weren't expecting what actually happened.

"I don't understand." You whispered as you rubbed your palm over your chest and both their eyes widened in response at your calmness.

At this point nothing surprised you anymore, but Steve and Bucky were dead and had been for a long time, there would be no point screaming or running..this was just a dream, right?

"All you need to understand, is that we've waited a long time for this." Steve replied softly.

"Made a lot of deals with a lot of bad entities." Bucky added with a nod.

"And now the process is complete, we can have you and you can have us." Steve grinned.

"We're anchored to you." Bucky smirked.

"For eternity." Steve finished and your eyes suddenly widened.

You took a deep breath and looked around, concentrating on the feelings in your body and the way you could feel the soft breeze through the open window and smell the same scent you'd smelled on Steve's blazer.

"I.. I'm not asleep...am I?" You asked nervously.

"No you're not." Bucky replied.

"Why?...Why me?..." You whispered shyly, peering up at the two towering men through your lashes.

"Because you wanted us too." Steve announced adamantly.

"I didn't.. I haven't..." You mumbled.

"You've been calling to us for years," Steve continued, "Since you were old enough to understand your body."

"Every time Peggy spoke about us, your heart called out to us." Bucky added softly.

"And we listened." Steve sighed, "We've been watching over you since you were 18, tryin' to figure out a way for us to be together."

"Took us a while, but we're here now angel." Bucky smiled.

"And we're not going anywhere." Steve said sternly, sensing your unexpected hesitation.

"What do you want from me?" You whimpered lightly as the reality set in.

"Everything." Steve smirked.

"You're ours angel." Bucky smiled.

They both closed in, crawling onto the bed on either side of you with determined looks on their faces. As they got closer you lowered your body back down in a pitiful attempt to escape, now trapped on your back with two large dominant men leaning over you.

Steve placed his hand on your cheek, pulling your gaze to his and offering you a soft smile as Bucky settled on his side, on the other side of you.

"Tell us you don't feel it, tell us to stop." Steve whispered as his face closed in.

You gasped loudly, unable to form any words as Steve's plush lips lowered to yours. He groaned in satisfation when they finally connected and you felt a tingle in your pussy from the small contact alone.

Had you wanted this, had you been calling out to them all these years? You couldn't deny that now they were here and Steve's lips were on yours, you couldn't think of anything else except letting them have you.

You whimpered against Steve's mouth as you felt Bucky begin to press kisses to your collarbone and neck.

The arousal, the heat, was like nothing you'd ever felt before, even though you knew everything about this was wrong and you had a sinking feeling in your bones that you'd never be free of them.

When Steve thrust his tongue into your mouth and Bucky began biting and sucking your skin, you lost all coherent thought, getting swept up in the undeniable pull they had spoken about before.

It didn't take them long to strip you and themselves off between rushed touches and kisses.

When one moved from your lips, the next would take his place, not giving your brain time to catch up as they ravished you.

When you finally had a moment to breathe, you looked up to find them both naked and hard, cocks bobbing against their abdomens.

"Waited so long for this." Steve groaned as he ran his palm along your stomach and breasts.

"So fucking long Stevie." Bucky murmured against your breast as he took your nipple in his mouth.

"You're so beautiful. You were made for us, destined for this, our reward for giving our lives." Steve panted, placing his free hand around his cock and stroking himself with soft grunts.

You gasped loudly, throwing your head back and arching your back as Bucky bit down on your nipple with a low chuckle.

"You take her first buck, I can wait." Steve rasped.

"You sure Steve?" Bucky asked with a raised brow when he'd popped off your breast.

"Yeah go ahead, warm her up for me." Steve continued.

Bucky looked back at you with a smirk before crawling over your body as your eyes widened in lust and fear.

He settled between your legs, nudging his tip against your folds and gently stroking your cheek before his eyes darkened. He slipped his fingers over your mouth, pressing on your lip until your mouth dropped agape and he quickly slid two fingers over your tongue.

"Suck 'em angel." He grunted, groaning loudly when you complied.

He braced himself using his other palm, placing it next to your head as he grinned menacingly down at you and with one forceful thrust he pushed past your walls and buried himself in your cunt.

You screamed around his digits at the intrusion as your walls desperately fluttered around him.

"There we go." He grunted as he began to move. "Such a good girl."

You gargled around his fingers, eyes rolling and back arching as he began hammering his cock into you at speed.

"God you feel amazing." He groaned as he slipped his fingers from your mouth, smearing your spit along your face before he placed his now free hand against the wall, using it as leverage to pound you harder and faster.

"Worth the wait?" Steve breathed from beside you both, where he was watching with his mouth agape and his palm working over his own cock at speed.

"Definitely." Bucky panted. "She's perfect."

Your abdomen began to tighten with each slam of Bucky's hips against yours and you couldn't stop the lewd moans that began spilling from your lips.

"You like that angel?" Bucky rasped, "You gonna cum?"

You nodded with a whine as you felt the coil wind impossibly tight and within seconds it snapped. You pushed your head against the pillow with a scream as your skin flushed white hot and your body quivered.

"That's it Angel. Makin' me feel so good." Bucky stuttered as he fucked you through your orgasm, desperately chasing his own release.

He came with a groan, dropping his body weight on top of you as he panted heavily and his cock pulsed inside you, filling you with his load.

"70 fuckin' years." Bucky mumbled into your shoulder as you both came down from the high.

When he'd recovered he slipped off the bed and Steve immediately took his place.

"My turn." He grinned widely and you began to panic as you glanced down at his cock, considerably thicker than Bucky's, you assumed because of the serum.

"It's okay, you can take it." He reassured you as he settled his ass on his ankles.

He took your boneless body in his arms and lifted you into his lap, quickly lining himself up with your cunt before he used you like a puppet, pulling you down onto his length.

You whimpered against his chest as the stretch burned.

"You can do it princess. You're made for this remember." He whispered, pressing a kiss to you temple as he continued to press you down on his cock.

When he finally hit the hilt, tears were rolling down your cheeks and your breathing was ragged.

Steve leant down, licking your cheeks clean before thrusting his tongue in your mouth, allowing you to taste the saltiness as he worked his mouth against your own.

Your pussy began to relax around him slowly, as he coaxed you through it and when he was sure you were ready he repositioned his hands against your ass.

"Hold on baby." He ordered softly.

You slipped your hands up around his neck, clutching him tightly as he began to use your body to his will, moving you up and down over his length as you moaned and whined in pain and pleasure.

"You're doin' so good angel." Bucky whispered as he climbed on the bed behind you. Placing his palms on your waist to help Steve move your exhausted body.

"You reckon I could knock her up?" Steve panted and you were too tired and fucked out to even react to the statement.

"I don't know. He did say that as long as we're with her, we're essentially human again so..." Bucky replied hopefully.

"You hear that princess?" Steve murmured against your cheek as he pushed you on his cock, hearing the squelch from your wet pussy as he did. "Gonna try to knock you up, keep you full of cum til it takes."

You screamed against him as another orgasm exploded without warning and your mind began to haze over.

"Oh yes baby, keep squeezin' me, just like that." Steve grunted, pushing you down onto his cock one last time before he spilled inside you.

Bucky caught you as you collapsed backwards, quickly wrapping you in his arms as Steve stood with a pant and an elated grin.

"We did it Buck." He smirked. "She's ours now."

"Forever." Bucky added with a grin.

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The air was warm, with a gentle breeze blowing over the building top.

Birds chirped and the sounds of cars and the bustle of people had filtered into a quiet murmur, as the smells of fresh air and flowers filled your senses.

It was your favourite place to be, sat sideways with your feet up, legs bent at the knee, on the rustic wooden bench at the top of the building you were lucky your friend managed.

Up here you could immerse yourself in your books, get lost in your fantasy worlds whilst the real one faded into nothing around you. It was bliss.

On that particular day you were midway through a romance novel, smirking at each cliche line but enthralled nonetheless.

"Excuse me?" Came a deep husky voice that had you glancing up from your pages, seeing a man in a black suit looking down at you with furrowed brows as he stood close by.

"Yeah?" You replied with a mild annoyance that you'd been disturbed in your sanctuary.

Okay, fair enough it was actually a roof top bar by night, but during the day it was unused, empty and you had prior permission to come up here whenever you liked outside of operating hours.

"This is private property." Bucky said sternly, placing his hands on his hips as his gaze quickly swiped over your form.

"I know." You quipped back before turning back to your book, trying to relocate the sentence you were on.

"Okay." Bucky grunted in annoyance, ticking his jaw, "So I'm gonna need you to leave."

You rolled your eyes, not even sparing him another glance as you swept over the page.

"Carlos lets me up here." You muttered dismissively, wanting this man stranger to leave you alone, despite his undeniably handsome face.

"Carlos?" He queried with a raised brow, growing more and more intrigued by your nonchalance in his presence with every passing moment.

"That's what I said." You sighed sarcastically.

"Okay well Carlos must have forgotten I need the terrace for a lunch date." Bucky admitted and your eyes snapped back to his in amusement, lip curling at the corner.

"You need a whole terrace for a date?" You asked with a sarcastic smirk.

"It's romantic." He chuffed.

"It's cliche and over the top." You laughed with a shake of your head.

"Is that right?" Bucky replied with a raised brow.

"Mmhmmm." You hummed with a nod before turning back to your book and fingering the corner of the page.

You heard a sigh and the shuffle of shoes from the mystery man, clearly frustrated that you still hadn't budged.

"What are you doing up here anyway?" He asked as you flipped your page.

"I like the view and the peace while I read." You shrugged.

"The view?" Bucky asked with a genuine curiosity.

You looked back up, realizing how he'd stepped closer than before and you could now get a whiff of his woodsy cologne and see the ripples of his chest beneath his tight shirt.

"Yeah." You swallowed as your cheeks flushed, "You can see the whole of New York while you're up here. It reminds me how small I am in such a big world."

You let out a breath as you looked out at the other buildings reaching out to the horizon, whilst Bucky's eyes remained on you, curious and bewildered.

"Anyway," You sighed, slamming your book shut and swinging your legs over the edge of the bench. "I'll get out of your hair."

"You have no idea who I am, do you?" Bucky asked with a smirk as his eyes twinkled in amusement.

"What are you a celebrity or something?" You breathed back, completely unbothered.

"Not quite." He chuffed with a shake of his head.

"Well, makes no odds to me." You shrugged, "People are people."

"Well I own the building." He teased and your eyes crinkled at the edges, lips pressing into a flat line.

"Oh really?" You said sarcastically, "Am I supposed to swoon and be impressed by that?"

"Not exactly, but imagine my surprise when I find someone up here that shouldn't be." He teased with a curl of his lip, flicking his tongue over his lower before he finished.

"Well I'm going now so you got your wish." You said with a slump, gathering your book against your chest, "Enjoy your date. I'm sure it'll be filled with riveting conversation while your date orders the most expensive thing on the menu and you brag about your achievements."

You shook your head in annoyance and stepped around him, heading for the stairs to descend the building and escape this man's company.

"Hey wait." Bucky yelled after you, feeling a little sad that your strange interaction was ending.

You stilled, looking over your shoulder with a raised brow and a pout.

"Yeah?" You quipped.

"Don't....don't Google me." He said with a sudden shyness that you hadn't expected, brushing his hand against the back of his neck with a blush to his cheeks.

"Okay Mr ego." You replied with even more sarcasm, "I really don't care. See ya."

Little did you know, Bucky would make sure you saw him again. Now you'd captured his attention, he would do whatever he could to capture yours.

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"I've got eyes on target, moving south." Jake said, looking through the high tech, thermal binoculars as he laid flat on the ground at the edge of the mountain top, looking down at the town below.

"Stay on him." Clay ordered, "We need to see where he's going."

"No problem bo..." Jake began before his nostrils flared and his cock twitched in his pants, body flooding with something he couldn't put a name on, as the most amazing smell filled the air around him, "Oh shit."

"What is it?" Clay asked with concern, stomping across the space between him and Jake.

"What is that?" Jake rasped, dropping the binoculars from his face and taking another deep inhale of the sweet scent.

"What's what?" Clay responded with a raised brow.

"You can't smell that?" Jake breathed, getting up to his feet, sniffing the air around him, "It's incredible. Smells like...oh god...smells like...mate..."

"What?" Clay gasped as Jake continued sniffing the air over the edge of the cliff. "Are you serious?"

Jake couldn't stop breathing the scent in, desperate to follow it, desperate to find his mate, like his instincts were talking for him.

"Jake?" Clay yelled, snapping Jake's attention back to him, as Pooch, Aisha and Cougar ran over to see what was going on.

"Shit, the target?" Jake fumbled, quickly grasping at the binoculars on the floor, realising he'd completely lost track of his mission.

"Forget about the target!" Clay ordered, brows and lips raised in amusement, "Did you say mate? Did you. Jake Jensen. Absolute loser and failure with women. Just say that you smell your mate?"

"Uhh ..yeah I did." Jake said shyly, scratching at the back of his neck, "I think."

The team shared surprised glances between each other while Jake rocked on his feet nervously.

"You think?" Clay responded.

"I mean yeah I can smell someone strong." He shrugged, "Smells like cherries, vanilla, makes me wanna go home, but that home is wherever that smell is. Is that...normal?"

"Well shit Jensen!" Clay exclaimed with a grin, clapping Jake on the shoulder and shaking him as Jake smiled with a blush.

"Congratulations man!" Pooch cheered, whilst Cougar offered Jake a nod of his head.

"New mission fellas," Clay announced, "We're gonna go find Jakey boys mate."

"But..the target..." Jake argued feebly.

"The target can wait! Need to find your mate before she smells you and realises you're a loser. " Clay teased, ruffling Jakes hair, while he batted him away.

"Ha. Funny." Jake deadpanned, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Just kidding buddy, I'm happy for ya." Clay said sincerely before looking at the other losers and clapping his hands together loudly, "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go find Jensen's omega."

The group whooped and cheered as they made quick work of packing up their gear, ready to start a new mission. A mission that would lead to you.

"This way." Jake ordered desperately, hanging his head out of the passenger side window, sniffing the air frantically while Pooch drove, "Shit she's close."

They pulled into a small culdesac, idling along slowly as Jake scented the area. As they pulled up beside one of the large houses, his body stiffened, filled with anticipation and want.

"This is it." He rasped nervously, "This house. Shes here."

Pooch pulled along the curb and Jake jumped out, followed by Clay and Aisha, while the other two watched on from the truck.

They stopped at the gate and Jake's hand stilled on the white picket fence,

"Fuck. Do I look okay?" He rambled, "Do I smell okay? What do I say?"

"He's losing it." Clay smirked in amusement.

"Move out of the way." Aisha scolded, nudging Clay back so she could place a comforting hand on Jake's arm as he looked longingly at your front door. "Hey, Jake?"

"Yeah." He grumbled.

"Calm down okay." Aisha coaxed softly, "You're gonna do great, she's your mate, she's gonna love you. Just be yourself."

"Right. Myself." Jake mumbled to himself, "I can do that. Sure. Here goes nothing."

He pushed the gate open while Clay and Aisha watched on proudly from the opening like adoring parents.

His hands shook and his heartbeat quickened the closer he got to the door, your scent luring him in like a siren.

His fist raised and he shook his head, scolding himself for being so nervous. He was an alpha, he could do this, he'd told himself.

The knock vibrated through the door and Jake waited with bated breath as he heard the sounds of small feet scampering along wooden floors, before the latch clicked.

Meanwhile you had been restless all day, your neck had been throbbing right over the spot where mating glands appear and you felt like lightning had shot through your whole body, like it knew something was coming.

When the door rattled later on that day, your body stilled, eyes widening in fear before a soothing smell permeated the air.

As you inhaled your breath hitched and your throat tightened, a tear slipping over your cheek as the smell of old wood and spice called out to you, mate.

You knew you shouldn't move closer, you knew you should turn around and walk away, but you couldn't stop your feet as they pattered towards the wooden door, towards home.

You shakily pulled on the lock, and opened the door, eyes falling onto the most beautiful man you'd ever seen in your life. From his blond tips and goatee down to his board shorts and flip flops. Everything about him was just.. right, but nothing was ever that simple.

"Hello can I help you?" You squeaked nervously, tamping down the desperate urge to jump into the alphas arms.

"Hi, uhh I'm Jake. Jensen. Jake Jensen." Jake rambled, scratching the back of his neck nervously, as his whole body flooded with warmth at the sound of your voice and the sight of your beauty, "Shit. Sorry I'm nervous. You're beautiful. Fuck."

"Let her talk Jake!" Clay yelled from the gateway and Jake let out a nervous huff of laughter while you watched on with a lump in your throat.

"Sorry. Hi." He repeated shyly, lips curving up into a gorgeous welcoming smile.

"Hi. I don't..." You breathed nervously, suddenly aware of the open street and the rules you'd broken, "You can't be here."

"What?" Jake almost whimpered in dejection from those few words alone.

"You need to leave." You rasped desperately, "Now."

"But..I'm..and you're...I..." Jake mumbled as his eyes narrowed and the smile slipped from his face.

"He'll be home soon, if he smells you..." You pleaded, holding back the tears that threatened to fall, "Please...I can't do this...I have to go."

You slammed the door quickly, quickly closing the lock.

"Well shit." Jake huffed before stomping down the path with his head lowered.

"What happened?" Clay asked, worry painting his face.

"She told me to leave." Jake muttered.

"What?" Aisha gasped in shock, following behind him as he made his way back to the van.

"Yeah. I dunno." He muttered shakily, "She seemed scared. Could smell it on her."

"Scared of you?" Clay queried with a raised brow.

"I dunno. But I don't think I wanna give up." Jake sighed, "Sorry. I know that sounds stupid."

"Not stupid Jake." Aisha comforted.

"They got a hotel round here?" Clay asked, directing his attention to Pooch and Cougar.

"Two blocks away, four rooms, already on it." Pooch confirmed, not even glancing up from the phone in his hand as he typed away.

"Thanks guys." Jake smiled sadly.

"No problem," Clay replied, placing a comforting hand on Jake's shoulder, "We'll figure it out."

You collapsed against the back of the door, breath heaving and heart hammering. You had just seen your mate. Yours. But how?

You'd always been told you wouldn't have one. You were broken, not complete, a worthless omega.

You'd spent your teen life watching from the sidelines as your peers went through puberty, experiencing their first ruts and heats with excitement as they finally found out their designations.

Meanwhile, you were carted around to different doctors by your alpha mother and beta father, having test after test to find out what was wrong.

The results were conclusive, you would never have a heat, you would never get your mating glands, you could never bare pups. Although it had been obvious from your anatomy and profile that you should have presented as omega, it's like your body just stopped there, like it gave up and didn't provide you with anything else, you didn't even have a smell, so how this alpha found you you didn't know.

Your mother and father abandoned you soon after, a broken omega wasn't what they'd dreamt of, didn't fit into your mother's picture perfect life, so at the age of 18, you were on your own.

Now here you were at almost 30 and you were more confused than ever. Why would fate give you a mate only for you to never be good enough, for you to not be able to do what an omega should do for their alpha. The thought alone had your neck pulsing and throbbing once more as you sobbed against the door.

"Honey!" Grant called as he stepped over the threshold of your home.

You quickly tucked the bleach into the cupboard, hoping all your frantic cleaning had been enough to dampen the overwhelming smell of the alpha that had been near your home, despite wanting to soak in his scent.

"Hey, you're home." You smiled feebly as he crossed into the kitchen, his nose wrinkled and a scowl on his face.

"What the fuck is that smell?" He snarled angrily as he crossed the space, wrinkles forming over his hairless head as he continued to scrunch up his face in disgust.

"What smell?" You said anxiously, playing with your shaky hands behind your back as your heart rate accelerated, "I don't smell anything."

"Don't play fucking dumb with me bitch, I smell another alpha." He yelled, stomping over to you and taking your arm in his fist, "You had a man in here?"

"No. I promise I haven't." You began to plead, "There was a guy, he knocked on the door that's it, I sent him away I promise."

"Do you realise how lucky you are that I chose you?" Grant snarled, nose touching yours as he bore down on you, "That I felt sorry for your broken ass and took you in anyway."

"I do." You whimpered, "I know."

You did know how lucky you were. He found you a few years ago and decided to date you despite your flaws, claiming he never wanted kids or the annoying link that came with a mating bond.

He'd had his own bad luck after his own mate rejected him and it felt like fate that you'd met each other at the time.

When his true colours started to show, you made constant excuses for his behaviour blaming yourself for not being good enough, though he made sure to remind you at every opportunity that you were correct and you were lucky to have him.

You'd moved in quickly, after only six months of dating, convinced that he was your only chance, you never imagined that one day you would have a mate of your own, one whom you already felt drawn too, like he could protect you and keep you safe from everyone and everything, including the man now leaving bruises on your arm and frothing at the mouth in temper.

"So why are you lying to me?" He growled, saliva spitting from his mouth, landing on your face.

"I'm not I swear I would never..." You whimpered

His free hand raised, thwacking through the air as his knuckles connected to your cheek with a thud. If it wasn't for his hold on you, you would have probably ended up on the floor.

"Lying fucking bitch!" He yelled while tears began pooling in your eyes and your cheek throbbed, "His smell is all over you!"

"I didn't..I..." You stammered as a lump travelled up your throat, trying desperately to plead your innocence. You knew you never should have opened that door, he didn't like when you did.

"Shut up!" He commanded.

Your jaw snapped shut, body going rigid and tears streaming down your face from the alpha command.

"Better." He growled, "Now get your ass up stairs and present for your alpha. I'm gonna show you just what happens when you let another alpha touch you."

On the other side of town, Jake was pacing back and forth in the hotel bar while most of his teammates sat with their drinks of choice.

"Something's wrong." He muttered, hands gripping his hips, "Clay. Something's wrong. I can feel it. I don't know how but I can."

"Calm down Jensen." Clay responded from his seat, "What do you mean something's wrong?"

Jake shook his head at the ground, feet still moving of their own accord as his body filled with a horrible feeling that he couldn't understand, he just knew he needed to get to you.

"I don't know," He sighed, "I just feel it. She's hurting. She's scared."

"Cougar is on lookout, he'd report if something happened, last we heard she was still at home." Clay attempted to reassure him.

Jake stilled in front of Clay, eyes widened in fear, "I'm telling you clay, something's wrong. We gotta get over there."

"Just...hang on..." Clay ordered softly, pulling his phone from his pocket and quickly pressing it to his ear, "Cougar, do you have eyes on the target?"

"Still at home, no change." Cougar confirmed through the phone.

"See, she's home." Clay sighed at Jake, pressing his lips in a flat line.

"Clay. Please?" Jake pleaded, watching as Clay's resolve snapped and his need to help his teammate and friend took over.

"Fuck fine. Okay." He said with a nod, jumping from his seat before turning to Aisha and Pooch, "Stay here. It's probably nothing. The two of us will go and Cougar will watch our six."

They responded with nods as Jake muttered impatiently to himself, "Okay. Okay. Let's go."

"Jensen. Calm down." Clay said softly, placing his hand on Jake's shoulder as they made their way to the exit of the hotel.

"Calm down." Jake mumbled anxiously, "Right. Yup. On it."

You were curled in a ball on the bed, naked and covered in bruises from the hits you'd taken. Your pussy was sore and leaking with cum while your whole body shook from the fear.

Grant was stood at the end of the bed, tucking his shirt back into his pants with a proud smile on his face whenever he glanced back at your quivering form.

Suddenly your mating gland spot began throbbing again and you jumped when a loud knock resonated from downstairs.

Grant tutted in disapproval before sending a warning snarl your way and heading out of the room.

The knock sounded again and Grant threw the door open, eyes falling on Jake and Clay who stood in the doorway, Clay's hands tucked into his trousers while Jake looked around nervously.

"What do you want?" He snapped, eyes narrowing on the two while his nostrils flared, "Who the hell are you?"

"Hello sir my name is Clay." Clay replied calmly with a smile on his face, "Me and my friend here are new to the neighbourhood and just wanted to introduce ourselves, right Jake?"

"Right, yeah." Jake muttered, glancing behind Grant into the house.

Grant inhaled, eyes zeroing in on Jake as his fists clenched.

"You!" He yelled, pointing a finger in the other alphas face, "You were here earlier!"

"Uhh...well I mean..." Jake stuttered nervously, looking over at Clay for support, as he tried to work out how to play the scenario out.

"You the one sniffing near my woman?" Grant snarled.

"Your woman?" Jake said back with an underbite of something possessive and angry at the new information.

"Yeah, my fucking woman!" Grant continued.

"Well funny story," Clay chuffed, "Jensen here is actually her mate, so if you don't mind we'd just like to talk to her, check she's okay."

"Mate?" Grant snorted in amusement, "She can't have a mate."

"What do you mean?" Jake replied in confusion.

"Ha!" Grant laughed loudly, "You think you're gonna come here and find some perfect omega to take away and cherish? Sorry to disappoint you but she's a mess, she's broken, incomplete."

Jake's fists began to clench, body tightening as Grant spoke so unkindly about his mate, the woman he already couldn't stop thinking about.

"No mating glands, no smell, never had a heat." Grant continued with a smirk, "She's useless. Can't even do what an omega should. She's lucky I took pity on her ass."

"Stop." Jake muttered before narrowing his eyes on Grant and deepening his tone, "Stop talking about her like that."

"What? You defending her already?" Grant scoffed, "Trust me when you know how pathetic she is you won't want her either."

You whimpered in pain on the bed as your body began to convulse. Pain seared through your bones, neck throbbing and body weakening, something was wrong, something more than just the bruises you'd been left with.

"What the fuck? Is she okay?" Jake yelled, hearing your cries from the upstairs of the home, "Let me see her!"

He attempted to step inside the door, only to be pushed back by the other alpha harshly.

"Stay the fuck out of my house. She's fine." Grant sneered, "Just got taught a lesson about letting other alphas near her."

"You fucking asshole!" Jake yelled angrily, instincts going haywire that his mate needed him, that he needed to protect her.

There was no warning before the first crack of Jake's fist landed across Grant's jaw, forcing him to stumble back into the home.

Grant let out an angry snarl before launching himself back at the other man, punching him in the stomach. Jake retaliated in kind, unleashing his fists onto the other man as he continued to try and gain access to the house.

You heard the commotion between the waves of nausea and dizziness, slowly making your way to the stairs where your eyes fell on the scene of the brawl on the lower floor.

"Grant." You whimpered.

All of a sudden, three sets of eyes snapped to you, bodies stilling as they watched your body turn white.

"Something's wrong." You whispered before you collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Your eyes flickered open, pain throbbing through your core and a dull ache on your neck. When they focused, you looked around the sterile room as your heart hammered in fear, confusion filling your mind as you recalled being at home and now you were somewhere else entirely.

You looked to the side, suddenly noticing a figure sitting on a chair a couple of feet away, blonde hair running through thick fingers while his elbows rested on his knees.

You cleared your throat dryly and Jake's head raised, eyes snapping to yours and relief washing through his body.

"Hey, you're awake." He said as the tension dropped from his shoulders.

He quickly shuffled his chair closer to the bed and took your hand in his, pleased when you didn't try to shrug him off.

You felt the roughness of his hands against your own and a blush rose up your chest.

"What happened?" You rasped, "Where's Grant?"

"Far away from here if he knows what's good for him." Jake scoffed with a furrow in his brow, as his thumb rubbed gently over your knuckles.

"What do you mean?" You whimpered in confusion.

"Sweetheart....Shit sorry." He mumbled to himself before turning to you with a serious expression, "But listen. You're my mate, mine. I'm not gonna stand by and watch that man beat you to death. I had to get rid of him, to keep you safe. You're mine and I want you, if you'll have me."

"You don't understand." You sniffed as a tear fell onto your cheek, "I'm not.. I'm not right."

As much as you wanted to be free from Grant, to fall into the arms of this alpha who looked at you like you hung the moon, you knew he didn't understand how wrong he was about you, you weren't right for him.

"I know about your problems." He admitted and your eyes widened in surprise, mouth dropping open as he continued, "I know and I don't care. I want you and I'll never treat you like that. I promise."

You felt a sob rip through your chest. Could you really be with your mate, could he really look past everything and take you as you were, could you be free?

"Okay..." You whispered shyly.

"Okay?" Jake repeated, lips curling up into a grin.

You nodded, blush spreading across your cheeks before your brows furrowed once more, mind racing over everything that had happened.

"How...how did you find me?" You asked curiously.

"Smelt you a mile away." Jake grinned, "I knew right then I had to find you."

"You...you smelt me..." You gasped in surprise, "But I..I don't..."

The door to your room swung open and a short beta man in a white coat walked in, clipboard in hand and a friendly smile on his face.

"Good morning, you're awake, fantastic." The doctor beamed as he crossed the space, stopping in front of the bed.

Jake's hand clutched supportively on your hand as you both looked up at the doctor with worry placing your brows.

"We found the cause of the collapse." He began, "Thankfully none of your injuries are life threatening, just bruising."

"So what happened?" You rasped nervously.

"Your body was flooded with hormones, it overtook your whole system and it was a lot to take at once." He replied, flicking the paper on the clipboard with a hum.

You only grew more confused at what the doctor was saying.

"Hormones? I don't..." You mumbled.

"Yep." The doctor smiled, "I looked over your file. Seems your last doctor was wrong, you are a perfectly healthy omega, just a late bloomer it seems. Something must have happened because it's all kicking in at once."

Jake gaped at the doctor wide eyed, flicking back to your confused expression.

"Kicking in?" You replied with a squirm.

"Yep, your glands have come in," He nodded, pointing to your neck, "Practically overnight and you are in the early stages of your first heat."

"What? Heat?" You panicked suddenly, completely overwhelmed and confused, "But I can't...I don't..."

"Doctor. I think..maybe this is a bit overwhelming..." Jake interrupted, squeezing your hand in his once more, immediately helping to calm you, "Could you slow it down a bit?"

"Right of course." The doctor sighed with a caring smile, "Has anything changed recently in your life? Anything big?"

You looked back at Jake, heart warming at just the mere sight of him and swallowed thickly.

"I'm her mate." Jake nodded, "We just met."

"That'll do it." The doctor chuckled, "It seems that the introduction of your mate has triggered your hormones to finally do what they are supposed to do."

It couldn't be could it? All you needed all this time was Jake.

"Really?" You squeaked.

"Yes, your glands are now fully formed and you are in the first stage of coming into heat." The doctor repeated more clearly and slowly this time.

"I'm not...broken?" You whispered, feeling Jake's hand clutch tightly around yours.

"You're a perfectly healthy omega and your body is doing all the things it should." The doctor said softly.

You let out a whimper as tears began to trickle down your cheeks, but not from fear, for the first time in so long, there were tears of real joy.

"Do you have somewhere safe you can go to make it through your heat?" The doctor asked and your gaze snapped to his.

"I...I don't.." You panicked, remembering that your home wasn't your home anymore.

"You can stay with me." Jake offered shyly, "If you want. I mean..you don't have too."

"Yes. Please." You gasped without a second's thought, knowing your alpha would keep you safe.

"Okay." Jake smiled, "Then you will."

"Okay wonderful," The doctor said happily, "Well in that case I just have some paperwork for you to sign and you're free to go."

"Okay, I have my shirts, some blankets, hot water bottle, water, snacks, a couple new stuffies, we've got the fan if you get too hot, the heater if you get too cold, the TV if you get bored." Jake reeled off nervously, looking around the secure hotel room while you sat back on the bed, watching him with a smile tugging at your lips, "Shit is that everything..."

"Jake." You called out.

"Yeah?" He sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he continued cataloguing the items he'd prepared for you.

"You need to relax." You chuffed.

"I'm sorry." He said, exhaling a breath before finally looking back at you, body softening at the sight of your smile, "I just...I want everything to be perfect for you, I wanna make sure you have everything you could possibly need so you're comfortable and happy."

"You've done more for me in the last day than anyone else has my whole life." You responded shyly.

"I would do anything for you." Jake replied without skipping a breath, like it was the most obvious statement in the world, while tears pooled in your eyes, "And I'm sorry no one else did."

"It's not your fault." You sniffed, swiping your tears away with your fingers.

"Well I'm here now." He said crossing the space, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing his hand in yours, "You're my mate, I'll always take care of you."

You lept forward, throwing your arms around his neck and settling yourself in his lap. You buried your head against his soft shirt, inhaling his soothing scent with a content hum.

Jake's eyes widened in surprise but he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against him whilst savouring how right it felt to have you there.

You pulled your head back, looking deep into Jake's eyes, seeing nothing but care, admiration and something soft and deeper. Everything about him screamed safety and you could already feel your stomach tightening at the mere sight of him.

Jake's throat bobbed as he gazed back at you, palms twitching against your waist like he was holding himself back.

"Can I...can I kiss you?" He whispered softly, "Is that okay?"

You mewled deep in your throat at the request, breath caught in your lungs.

"Please." You gasped.

He breached the gap calmly, gently pressing his lips to yours and sighing into the kiss, pressing your body tightly against his chest. A quiet whimper broke from your throat at the feel of his plush lips on yours and you clutched your arms tightly around his neck.

Your lips began working against eachother slowly, soft flesh parting as you swallowed eachothers gasps before his tongue carefully slid into your mouth.

You let out a low hum as you finally got a proper taste of him, minty and fresh and so perfect. You pressed your tongue against his, grinding down in his lap as the kiss became hungrier and you felt slick leak into your panties.

"Mmm baby..." Jake mumbled against your lips, before pulling back with a pant, "Your heats starting."

"How do you know?" You asked breathlessly, eyes wide and face flushed from your make out session.

"I can smell it, fuck." Jake groaned in a low tone, "Maybe I shouldn't be here, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. You smell so good already."

His arms began to slip from around you, attempting to let you up so he could give you space.

"So don't." You breathed, holding him tighter so he wouldn't let you go .

"Okay," He sighed with a sullen nod, "I'll go but you call me if you need any..."

"Jake, I meant don't control yourself." You smiled softly at his misinterpretation, "I want you to be here, I want to do this together."

"Fuck, are you sure?" He gasped, eyes searching your own for any sign of nerves or hesitance, for any sign that you weren't truly ready to be his.

"I am." You replied confidently.

"Okay." Jake grinned, "Then we're doing this."

An hour later you were laid back on the bed as painful cramps tore through your stomach in relentless waves.

You were surrounded by Jake's scent, his shirts lying around you like a protective barrier, while the man himself paced back and forth at the end of the bed like he was holding onto the last of his self restraint.

"Oh god. It hurts so bad." You whined, writhing around while sweat pooled on your brow.

"It's okay baby I got you." Jake said softly, despite the tick in his jaw and his rock hard cock pressing into his shorts, "What do you need? More water? I can get you a cold towel or a..."

"Need you Jake." You pleaded up at him with wide, water filled eyes, "Please."

"Fuck. Yes. Okay." He muttered, tearing his clothes from his body before they could glue themselves to his skin and he thudded over to the bed, "I'm coming. I'll look after you."

He crawled into bed next to you, cock pressing hard and weeping against your thigh. His lips crazed the skin of your neck while his fingertips brushed along your thigh, gently tickling over your slick clit.

The small contact alone had a breath of relief leaving your lungs and you bucked your hips up to get more.

"Does that feel okay?" He whispered against your neck.

"More Jake, need more." You whined desperately, bucking your hips again.

"Okay I got you baby." Jake said with a smirk at your desperation, "Here you go."

He slipped two fingers over your pussy lips before pushing them straight into your core, while you let out a satisfied groan, releasing more slick over his knuckles.

"Oh god." You groaned, back arching to chase the pleasure.

"There we go, that feel better baby?" Jake purred as he worked his fingers in and out of you, "You're sucking my fingers all the way up in there."

"Mmm so good." You moaned, loving the way he scissored his fingers inside of you, getting you ready to take his cock.

You'd never felt anything like it, never enjoyed sex, never got slick, never felt pleasure, you just did it to keep Grant happy. Now you understood what you'd been missing as Jake drove you towards the edge of an abyss you were desperate to disappear into.

Jake slipped another finger into your core, watching with darkened eyes and his mouth agape as you gushed around his hand, submitting to the pleasure only he could give you.

"Alpha." You gasped and Jake groaned deep in his throat, cock leaking over your thigh.

"What is it omega?" He purred lowly, "Tell me what you need."

"Need your knot alpha, please." You whined impatiently.

Jake's last shred of restraint snapped and his fingers left you the second the words left your lips.

He hovered over you, arms braced either side of your head and looking down at you like a man who'd been starved for years and you were the first morsel of food he'd seen.

"Last chance to back out baby, if you want me to stop." He offered with a ragged breath.

"Please alpha." You whimpered with a pout.

He surged down onto you, slipping his tongue straight into your throat as you gasped and he rutted his cock against your folds, nudging your clit.

You moaned against him, feeling his lips curve up into a smile.

When the head of his cock pushed through your folds, your lips parted from each other's while you let out a loud groan at the stretch, the girth of him like nothing you'd ever felt but so perfect.

"Fuck 'mega." He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking your hps in his strong palms.

With a few incredibly sensational thrusts, he buried himself inside of you, letting out a satisfied breath of relief when his cock was fully seated inside your wet cavern.

You could only mewl, whimper and moan as he began a fast pace with his hips, pistoning himself inside of you and slamming against your cervix.

"Gonna fill you up 'mega, gonna take my knot so good." He groaned into your skin.

Every slam of his hips sent you closer and closer to the edge, bliss just a stones throw away. You threw your arms around his back, clinging onto him like you were afraid to let go of the one thing keeping you anchored to earth.

"Gonna mate you 'mega, gonna claim you." Jake continued in a lust fueled rant, as he too was overtaken by the sexual bliss your cunt was providing him.

"Please alpha." You whined, "Wanna be yours."

Jake's head snapped back, staring you directly in the eyes as his breath left his lungs.

"You really want that?" He gasped almost shyly, despite currently dominating every part of you.

"Yeah," You breathed back, "I want too Jake, I wanna be yours."

"Oh fuck." He groaned happily, shoving his face back into your neck as he rutted harder and faster before, knot beginning to swell inside of you, stretching you in the way only he could.

A few moments later, you let out a cry of pleasure, when Jake's teeth grazed against your mating gland, before sinking in slowly.

Your cunt pulsed at the sensation, body filling with his essence, with everything that was him, his safety, his care, his strength, his love.

Your coil snapped and your pussy clamped down on his cock as the blissful high washed over your body.

Jake's cock twitched in response, knot full and locking inside you as he reached his own orgasm and began filling you with ropes and ropes of warm alpha come.

Electricity zipped through your spine, brain fuzzing and ears warming as your orgasm rushed through you, eliminating all of the pain you had been experiencing not long before.

When it washed over you, you slumped back against the mattress, panting heavily, eyes glazed with happiness.

Jake released your skin from his teeth, carefully lapping up the small pool of blood before placing a tender kiss against your mating gland.

His cock stayed nestled inside you, locking you together while he continued to fill you with his seed.

"You okay?" He whispered, placing a palm along your jaw softly.

"More than okay." You smiled, "Better than I've ever been."

Everything tag - @late-to-the-party-81

@the-wandering-wonder @rnurse-kole @chemtrails-club @marvelgurl

The day had been gruelling and long, with patrons coming and going in their flocks due to the beating sun. The small, family owned arcade you worked at along the shore was rustic and had that old timey feel, yet still managed to pull in the younger crowd. You loved it, loved the job, loved the area, your colleagues, but your boss was something else entirely.

Jake Jensen had taken over for his father a few years ago, now the sole owner of the little amusement hall like his father and his father before him. A shared passion that passed down the generations and kept the small business alive. You loved how excited Jake got when a new machine or game dropped, how animated he became as he spoke about the ins and outs of different mechanics or genres.

He was gorgeous and kind and had that geeky boyish charm that you craved. The problem was, he was also completely oblivious to the way he made you feel. To the way your thighs clenched when he got too close or the way saliva pooled in your mouth when he'd lift the edge of his tee to wipe the sweat from his brow, revealing his sculptured vee that dipped down beneath his jeans.

You wanted him, more than anything and you had dropped hint after hint in an attempt to get what you wanted, but Jake remained unphased or maybe unbothered. You hoped it was just his blissful unawareness of women and not that he just wasn't interested in you, but you didn't know how much longer you could hold out before you gave up.

"Busy today huh boss?" You purred with a smirk, leaning over his desk whilst pushing your boobs together in an attempt to get his attention.

"Yeah, busier than usual." He muttered over his computer, not even glancing up from the screen as usual.

You internally huffed in annoyance, wondering just how much more obvious you needed to be.

"You want me to fill up the coin pushers tonight?" You offered, biting down on your lip as you looked over the object of your desires.

"Please that would really help." He agreed as his fingers worked over the keyboard and his brows furrowed at the screen.

"No problem." You sighed, turning on your heel and shaking your head at your own stupidity.

"Hey." He called from behind you, as you reached the door and your whole body stilled, heart hammering as you dared a glance over your shoulder to see Jake looking back at you with a smile on his gorgeous plush lips.

"Yeah?" You replied, breath hitching in anticipation.

"Did you know the first pusher was invented in 1964 in the UK?" Jake grinned, clearly enthusiastic about yet another lesser known fact.

"No that's interesting." You swallowed, stamping down the lump in your throat. God he was impossible.

"Yeah I thought so too." Jake chuckled before turning back to his computer.

The answer looked clearer now than ever before, you just weren't his type, he wasn't interested or maybe you hadn't been nearly bold enough.

You decided there and then, one more push and you'd never say anything again, you'd take the rejection and your dignity and push down the feelings for him that had been festering for months.

"Cool well...I'll get on that...." You smiled, "But if you need me to help take a load off anywhere else, or just, take a load, let me know."

With that you walked out of the office door, hearing a scrape of a chair and a muttered voice behind you.

"I will." Jake answered before his brows raised and he looked up at the empty doorway with a lump in his throat, quickly shoving himself from his chair. "Wait what?"

You approached the first of many coin pushers, tapping your left hand down on the glass as you looked down, in an attempt to assess what it needed, despite your mind reeling at the devastation of Jake not wanting you.

Your right hand slipped into your back pocket to collect your master keys when you felt a hand on your wrist stilling you and a body slowly push up against your back.

"Please," Jake rasped against your ear with a shaky voice, "Tell me I took that how you meant it."

You pressed your ass back against him, feeling him already hard against you as a low strangled growl escaped his throat.

"It feels like you did." You breathed as your own heart sped up and arousal pooled in your panties.

"Thank fuck." Jake groaned, desperately grabbing the waistband of your trousers and yanking them down along with your underwear.

You barely had time to register what was happening before his cock was buried in your cunt, hands pressed flat against the top of the machine and his nose buried in the crook of your neck while your pussy pulsed around him with need.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He groaned, slipping his cock from you to thrust back in to the hilt.

Your hips snapped against the harsh glass corners of the pusher, hands now pressed flat next to Jake's to keep yourself on your toes, but you didn't care, because he was finally inside you, stretching you in a way you'd never felt before, like he was always supposed to carve out his space inside you.

"I've been dropping enough hints." You moaned.

"You have?" Jake squeaked in surprise.

"Uh huh." You nodded feebly, voice raspy and broken while he pummeled himself inside you, "Almost daily for the last couple months."

"Shit I'm such a dumbass." Jake groaned, slipping his hands from the glass and sliding them under your t shirt, taking hold of your hips, "Been jerking off at home to the thought of you when I could of been having you this whole time."

"Exactly." You smirked.

"Did you think about me too?" He moaned, dragging his nose along the exposed skin of your neck, inhaling you as he finally took you.

You only groaned in response, even more aroused at the idea of him stroking his cock to the thought of you.

"Tell me?" He pleaded, again, pressing a single kiss to your neck.

"I did." You gasped.

"Oh fuck." He grunted, forehead dropping down onto your shoulder, "Not gonna be a dumbass from now on."

"Please." You begged, unsure whether it was in response to what he'd said or the fact your stomach was tightening and your body was pulsing as an orgasm built.

"Gonna keep you so full." He groaned as his hips continued slamming against your ass, "Take you out back between shifts."

"God." You groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Your head dropped back, landing against his shoulder and Jake took the opportunity to start placing rushed kisses to your neck, jaw and cheek.

"Yeah you like that idea?" He murmured against your cheek, "You wanna be mine?"

"It's all I want." You breathed.

"Well you're mine now kitten." He promised, hands tightening on your hips, "All mine."

"Yes Jake." You cried as your body began to shake in preparation for release, blood pumped to your ears and your eyes closed, ready to be taken by the bliss.

"You're so fucking perfect." Jake grunted, "Feels so good."

"Don't stop." You begged in a whisper.

"I won't. Fuck." He rasped, "Gonna make you feel so good."

His cock continued slamming into you, the sounds of skin slapping skin and hushed moans filled the empty arcade as the smell of musk and sex surrounded you both.

"Please. So close." You panted, fingers twitching against the glass, desperate for something to hold on too.

"Let go kitten, cum for me." Jake grunted, hips speeding up in excitement at your upcoming orgasm.

"Fuck." You practically yelled when you finally came. Your pussy gushed around his cock, eyes glazing and body flooding with heat.

"That's it. Shit." Jake groaned shakily as his own orgasm began to take route, "Gripping me so hard, fuck, gonna bust."

He quickly pulled out with a groan, spilling warm cum all over your ass as the pussy clenched around nothing but cold air.

Your torso collapsed over the glass, chest heaving as you panted, trying to catch your breath with a smile on your face.

"Holy shit." Jake panted, dropping his forehead between your shoulders, wet half hard cock sticking against your ass, "That was amazing."

"Yeah." You smiled.

"You mean it?" He asked shyly, sliding his palms up and down along your sides, "Are you mine now?"

"Yeah I am." You grinned.

"Thank fuck." He grunted and you let out a giggle.

Jake pressed a kiss to your back before pulling himself up behind you. You pressed your palms to the glass, pushing your body up as Jake's hands circled your waist, pulling you close to him with his chin on your shoulder.

"Oh hey, we need more prizes in here." You said, looking through the glass as your hands clasped over his arms.

"So we do." Jake smirked.

Everything tag - @late-to-the-party-81

@the-wandering-wonder @rnurse-kole @chemtrails-club @marvelgurl

He thought he was clever, slick, unseen, but he couldn't have been more obvious if he tried. You'd clocked him immediately after that first meeting, waiting outside of your work in a large black car that screamed 'Hey I'm a big tough guy with unlimited money!'.

You almost laughed out loud as you walked away from the coffee shop you'd met at just days earlier, hearing the engine rumble to life and crawl along behind you at a distance, until it settled in front of your small detached home.

You made a show of it of course, deliberately stripping off in front of open curtains, but keeping your back to the window, teasing him with the possibility of a peak but never giving it to him.

During the weeks that followed you made sure to give him what he wanted, guiding him to your favourite places, deliberately ordering your favourite foods, shopping in your favourite stores so he could get to know you.

You wondered when he'd be brave enough to speak to you again, instead of sticking to the shadows.

Soon enough gifts began to show up on your doorstep. Expensive items that showed his wealth, wrapped in exquisite paper and soft bows. You played the part, pretending to be distraught at the idea of having a stalker. Even calling the police for good measure, knowing that he was outside watching, waiting.

What Lloyd didn't know, was that when the curtains were drawn you laid back on your bed, fingers deep in your cunt as you came to the thought of him. To the image of that delectable mustache covered in your cream while his eyes were dilated and dark.

It was no surprise to you when he showed up at the coffee shop one morning soon after, smirking at you with wide blue eyes as he raked over your figure and ordered a black coffee to go.

"I need a name." You'd said with a smile, as you tapped on the register.

"A name?" He repeated cautiously.

"For the order." You giggled and his lips had tugged up into the most gorgeous grin at the sound of your laughter, making you internally preen.

"Oh of course." He grinned, "It's Hansen, Lloyd Hansen, Sugar."

"Sugar?" You queried with a raised brow.

To which he'd simply replied, "Well if you know what to call me I gotta call you somethin'." As if he didn't already know your full legal name, where you lived, your shift patterns and your life history to this point. He thought you were so oblivious, it was kind of cute.

That name alone led you to be able to do a deep dive on the web, finding out everything you could while you made your plans to make him yours. He had money, that was obvious, connections and was definitely stronger than you, all things you carefully considered and planned for. Because one thing you knew for certain, was that he had a plan for you and you'd be damned if he got the upper hand and was the one in control.

When everything was ready, you'd made sure to divert him one evening as he followed you home in the dark. You took a different route, stepping into a dark alley you'd scoped out weeks ago and you smiled widely when you heard his car stop, the door opening and closing as he jumped from his vehicle to stalk you down the darkened pathway.

Issue 1 Solved - His car was now abandoned in the middle of nowhere, not on your usual route home. Assuming he had people that knew about you and Lloyds obsession anyway.

You dipped behind a corner, before his shadow crept into the entrance of the alley, listening to his mumbles as he trailed after you, or thought he had.

"Where the hell you goin' sugar?"

"God job I'm here to protect you, poor baby could get jumped down here."

You pressed your palm to your face to stiffle your laughter before pulling out the sedative from your back pocket, slowly and quietly releasing the cap.

He got further into the alley, his figure now shrouded in darkness as it swept past you, still mumbling, still thinking he had the upper hand.

You tiptoed behind him, raising the needle and pressing it into his muscular neck with advanced accuracy.

"Mother fuck...." He groaned before dropping to the floor in front of your feet.

Issue 2 Solved - Get the big muscly man down so he can't fight back.

You skipped down the alley a few feet, humming happily before collecting a wheelchair you'd had stashed behind the dumpster. Your friend Jake owed you a favour or two and you couldn't risk Lloyd figuring out what was going on. That favour came in handy twice on that night.

After stamping on his phone and tossing it away, you heaved and huffed as you struggled to pull his body from the floor, finally dropping him into the chair as his head lolled backwards, arms dangling uselessly by the wheels.

You quickly tucked them over his lap, not wanting your precious boy to get hurt, before pushing his limp form to the other end of the alley where Jake had left a car for you, keys tucked under the front wheel.

He was placed carefully in the trunk, along with the now folded chair before being closed away from prying eyes for the journey home.

After finally arriving back, you had carefully dragged him into the house and down the basement stairs, accidentally hitting his head a few times on the way down, before placing him on his new bed, cuffing his hands to a hook installed in the wall and tying his legs together.

Issue 3 Solved - Get the bulk of a man home and into the basement restrained.

All you had to do now was wait, wait for him to wake up so you could bask in your victory.

A few hours later, while you pottered around upstairs, you heard the first yell come through your phone. You'd been keeping an eye on him to see when he woke up and you couldn't help but laugh when you focused your attention on the live feed, watching your big tough man thrashing against his restraints and screaming into the room.

"I'm gonna kill you!"

"Let me go you fuckin' asshole!"

"When I find out who you are I'm gonna ruin you.'

"Show yourself you fuckin' pussy!"

"Silly baby." You giggled to yourself, "You need more sleep Mr grump."

You clicked a button on the screen, releasing some sleeping gas into the room and you watched as Lloyds thrashing got weaker, his yells became slurred and his eyes finally closed, dropping him back into a deep sleep. 

You tried to get a few hours sleep yourself, tossing and turning with excitement at everything that was to come. You almost caved and went down to see him, but stopped yourself, knowing Lloyd would need a good nights sleep. 

In the early hours of the morning, you finally gave up, huffing air through your lips and rubbing your palms over your thighs before you rose from your bed and made your way to the bathroom. 

You brushed your teeth and then your hair, pinched your cheeks to give them some colour and slid into a deep red, silk night gown that Lloyd had gifted you weeks earlier, before twirling in front of the mirror with a wide smile and a happy squeal. 

Your panties were slipped off and kicked to the side with your foot before you made your way to your kitchen with a skip in your step. 

You quickly prepared a glass of water and a bowl of fruit for your man and began the descent into the basement, pressing your thumb to the sensor lock to let yourself in the room.

Lloyd was still asleep, on his back in the middle of the large bed you'd provided for him, snoring softly, so you crossed the space and placed his breakfast on the nearby table before carefully sitting on the bed, angling your body so you could appreciate Lloyd's sleeping form.

You couldn't stop yourself from reaching out and running your hands over his black turtle neck covered torso, feeling his muscles twitch under your palm. You gently pushed the bottom of the shirt up to just under his nipples, smiling at the light dusting of hair scattered down the middle of his abdomen and marveling at the deep v that disappeared beneath his beige slacks. 

Your fingers dipped under the waistband of his pants, stilling when Lloyd let out a soft moan in his sleep, clearly enjoying your touch. You giggled and flattened your palm over the apex of his pants, sliding it down and over his crotch until you felt his cock twitch under your hand through his clothes. 

Lloyd groaned louder, hips bucking up into your palm as you began rubbing him through the material, cock growing harder and thicker with each passing moment until it was trying to burst from his trousers. 

Wetness was pooling between your thighs, almost dripping onto the bed from just the feel of him alone and your resolve snapped, you couldn't wait anymore. 

You climbed on all fours over his legs, slipping your fingers into the waistband of his pants and underwear and pulling them down to his knees, licking your lips as his thick, hard cock bobbed out of its confines, the tip red and weeping from the small touch alone, begging for you. 

You reached out and took it in your fist, stroking it a few times before shifting on your knees until you were hovering over his core. When you swiped it across your folds you let out a soft moan, already weak as his velvety head pressed to your core. 

You pushed yourself down slowly, eyes rolling and pussy pulsing around his length from the glorious stretch, while Lloyd gasped and thrust his hips upwards. When you finally settled, clit pressed to his tuft of hair and cock buried so deep you could feel him in your stomach, you took a moment, inhaling a deep breath before you slowly lifted your hips, starting a steady rhythm as you began slowly fucking yourself of his cock. 

Lloyd groaned beneath you, head shaking back and forth and long eyelashes fluttering as he began to come around.

"What the fuck?" He grunted as his eyes slowly opened, wrists gently tugging at his cuffs while he took in what was happening. 

His gaze landed on your body, confusion lacing his brow as he took in the night gown with a subtle recognition, before his eyes narrowed on your breasts, bouncing in front of him as you continued grinding and bouncing on his cock.

You watched his face go through the motions, between confusion and lust, before his nose wrinkled and he let out an angry growl, dragging his eyes up to finally meet those of his captor. 

They looked at yours, narrowed and dark, before they immediately softened at the sight of your face, your mouth hanging agape as you moaned above him.

"Sugar?" He grunted, tugging against the restraints once more.

"Morning baby." You grinned, placing your palms onto his torso so you could support yourself, while you began fucking your cunt harder and faster onto Lloyds cock. He let out a loud moan, muscles rippling along his arms as he tried to pull them down, whether to grab your hips or strangle you to death he didn't know, all he knew was that he needed you beneath his palms.

"What's going on sugar?" He grunted, "What have you done?"

You grinned widely, pussy fluttering around him as you worked yourself closer and closer to your release. 

"Explanations later baby." You panted, "Fucking first."

"Oh fuck." Lloyd groaned, head dropping back against the pillow, eyes locked on the way your pussy was swallowing his cock with every grind of your hips.

"Untie me." He growled, "I want my hands on you, right fuckin' now."

"No can do baby." You smirked, "Can't trust you yet."

"Fuck you feel so good." He moaned, "Knew you'd feel good, please let me touch you sugar, please, I'm beggin' here."

"Next time baby I promise." You breathed, "Just relax, let me make us both come."

"Fuck." He growled, "You're in so much trouble."

"You're not in charge right now baby." You giggled, making him groan as you slapped your core against his groin.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, your stomach tightened and your body flooded with heat from your impending release. 

"You close baby?" You moaned, fingertips digging into his taught muscle as you tried to hold your orgasm back, to wait for him.

"So close sugar, gonna fill you up." He groaned softly. 

You doubled down, grinding against him faster and faster, watching as he groaned and grunted, eyes rolling and cock twitching until he let out a loud moan and you finally allowed yourself your release, pussy clamping down on his cock as he filled you with his cum. 

Your hips stilled, breath coming out in ragged pants as you came down from the high, grin tugging at your lips from the best orgasm you'd ever experienced in your life, weeks of waiting and planning leading to this. 

Lloyd's chest rose and fell harshly beneath your palms, cock softening inside you as he came down from his own release. 

You carefully rose off of him, revelling in the wet flush of cum that dripped down your thighs as you lifted your leg over him. 

You pattered your way to the attached bathroom, relieving your bladder and cleaning yourself up before returning to the main room while Lloyd watched you with narrowed eyes, softened wet cock sticking against his thigh.

"What the fuck are you playin' at Sugar? He growled angrily.

"What?" You smirked back at him as you crossed the space, perching on the bed next to him, "Like you weren't gonna do the exact same thing."

"That's not the point." He sneered, "Now you're gonna let me go, or you won't like what I do when I get my hands on you."

"Oh baby." You sighed, reaching out to place your hand on his jaw, thumb brushing over his thick mustache, "I'm more than happy to come home with you, to be your little Sugar."

"So untie me." He grunted through gritted teeth.

"I will baby I promise." You smiled softly, "But first we're gonna figure all this out, because I'm not gonna be some little basement wife and I can't let you go until I'm sure you won't just try to turn the tables on me, until I'm sure you see me as an equal."

"You're fucking insane." He hissed.

"Takes one to know one my love." You grinned.

You leaned down, placing a kiss to his snarling face, giggling against his lips when he sighed and gave in, kissing you back hungrily, tongue pushing it's way into your mouth to finally taste you while he let out a satisfied groan.

You pulled back with a smile, patting him on the chest, "Come on now big boy." You teased, "Calm down and have some breakfast, let your Sugar take care of you."

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He brings you past to wide pools of crystal water alongside trimmed hedges and greenery. He approaches a set of arched double doors and grabs the lock box hooked around the handles. He punches in a code to open it and a key falls out. He catches it in his palm and turns to jingle it at you.

“Benvenuta,” he purrs in Italian.

“Is this… a hotel?” You wonder.

“It’ll be our hideout for the next little while.” He opens your hand and presses the key into your palm. “Go on.”

“I…” you look down at the key. “No, no. It’s yours. I couldn’t.”

“Ours!” He corrects as he runs his hand up your forearm to just above your elbow. He turns you to face the doors and sidles behind you. He puts his hands on your shoulders and crowds you. “Come on. It’s exciting, isn’t it?”

“Sure, very. It’s just… I don’t know. You do it.” You turn to him and his hands barely miss your chest as they fall. He inhales and his brows twitch. “Please,” you shove the keys against his chest. “Just… it doesn’t feel right if I do it.”

“Alright, sweetheart, no problem.” He wraps his hand around yours and slides the keys free. “Don’t wanna do anything that doesn’t feel right.”

His eyes flick down then up and his jaw squares. He takes another deep breath. He moves around you subtly and unlocks the door with a single hand. His other hovers by your lower back.

“Come on, you gotta at least be curious.” He pulls the key free and gestures you inside.

“It’s… okay! Okay! I just… I don’t want to overstep.” You clasp your hands together.

“Never,” his fingertips graze your shorts as he drops his hand completely to his side.

You poke your head in as he stays close. He reaches over casually to flip on the light switch; the sort you have to twist. Above, a chandelier of tear drop bulbs bloom to light. You bat your lashes as you look around. 

A marble staircase trimmed in iron railings winds up to another level in the foyer and a rounded archway looks into a sunny front room, pulsing with the refracted light from the ripples outside the wall of glass panes. You look to the other side, another archway, a dining area with wooden chairs and a clear glass table.

“Which way to our room?” You ask.

Nick chuckles.

“This is it.”

“What?”

“All of this. This is where we’re staying.”

“Huh?” You sway. “But this is like a whole house.”

“All ours.” He assures.

“Hmm,” you hum and lean forward, too wary to take a step.

“You don’t like it?” He wonders.

“I love it but… I don’t want to break anything or… I don’t know. It’s so much! This is bigger than my apartment. Bigger than the house I grew up in.”

“Really, you haven’t even seen the whole thing.” He chides.

“This alone,” you peer between the archways.

He grins. “There’s a real pool in the back…”

“Oh, shut up!” You smack his arm playfully. “You’re not serious.”

He laughs again. “I am,” he looks down at his bicep where you hit him.

You gulp. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to– I was only joking–”

“Sweetheart, you do whatever you want to me.” He looks up at you. “I don’t mind.”

“Err, you’re too nice, Nick.” You sigh. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t stay too long. I’m sure you have lots of work to do… when am I going back?”

“Trying to get away already?” His voice sinks.

“No, no. I just… I keep seeing all this stuff about the movie. I saw a whole ET thing on the new actor they hired.”

“Young kid. He’s got a good reference,” Nick’s tone goes dull. “I don’t want think about work right now.”

“I’m sorry,” you tug on your ear lobes nervously. He narrows his eyes and touches your elbows.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not upset.” He brushes along your forearms. “Do I really scare you that much?”

“Scare me? Not exactly. It’s just… this is the furthest I ever went from home and you’re like famous and I’m… no one.” You giggle meekly. “Oh, I didn’t mean to say all that out loud.”

“No, I like your honestly.” He insists. “Sweetheart, people lie to me every day. They say what they think I want to hear. They pretend to be who they think I want to know. Thing is, I don’t want to know anyone but you.”

“You’re too sweet.” You rock and fold your hands in front of your stomach. “Well… is Leon here? Maybe I could help out while you’re working–”

“What’d I say about work talk?” He grits.

You make an O with your lips. His eyes dart down to your mouth. “Oops! I’m not meaning to… I guess… I don’t know what to do or say!”

“Well, I mentioned the pool…” He suggests.

You smile but it falls just as quickly. You slap your forehead. “Gee, I think I forgot a suit.”

“Forgot your bikini?” He tuts.

“Bikini? No…” you blush hotly. “I… I had a whole list and I forgot to put that on it.”

“That’s alright. I’m down for skinny dipping if you are.” Your eyes go wide. He tilts his head then snickers. “Kidding… obviously.”

“Oh. Hahaha. Of course. That would be… ha.” You cough. “Well, I could put on shorts and I think I have like a tee shirt–”

“On it, sweetheart,” he pulls out his phone. “The girls are coming with our luggage. I’m sure they can find you something on the way.”

“No, I couldn’t–”

“You can. It’s done.” He taps the screen with his thumb and lowers the phone. “It’s too hot in this city not to swim.” He leans on one foot as he watches you. “And you’re not gonna let me hang out all by myself, are you?”

You stare at him and chew your cheek. You came this far and he’s done so much. You can’t be ungrateful. Besides, it’s just a swimsuit. It’s all your fault for being so dang forgetful.

“Of course not.” You relent. “I… thank you, Nick. You’re so…” you search for the end of the sentence as his brows tweak. “Nice to me. Really. You’re like the nicest person I’ve met in LA.”

You and your dad always had a plan for the Fourth of July weekend.

In the morning, you both would go to the 24-hour diner just a few blocks away in your pajamas and order the classic All American Breakfast. It was a tower of buttermilk pancakes with a side of bacon and sunny side up eggs cooked to perfection.

By noon, you’d be swimming with friends and family under the bright, burning sunlight while your dad took over the backyard. He would have the grill ready, making the best burgers— the kind that were a little burnt at the edges, and hot dogs that were charred and crispy on the outside but soft and juicy on the inside.

Beers and seltzers would already be chilled in the coolers, the ice nearly melted because it couldn’t keep up with the summer heat, and you’d crack a cold one just as the sun went down and the fireworks began to light up the sky.

Fourth of July weekend was the holiday you looked forward to most—so when your dad told you he wouldn’t be home for it, you could only imagine your disappointment.

You were lying in your bedroom with every intention of sleeping in since every plan for the weekend was out window, but the sun piercing through the glass window and the sound of rustling in the living room downstairs woke you up.

Climbing out of bed tiredly, your bare feet padded softly down the wooden steps. You were still rubbing the sleep out of your eyes by the time you reached the kitchen.

“Dad?” you mumbled sleepily. “You’re home already—?”

Once the sleepy vision fog cleared, what you found in your kitchen was not your father, but rather...

“Not your daddy,” Steve said, turning to face you from the kitchen island. He set the mail he’d just picked up and his spare keys down on the counter. “But someone better.”

The spare keys.

The ones your dad had lent to Steve for ‘emergencies’—which he never actually used them for but instead used them to come over whenever he wanted, watch TV, and crash on the couch. But you didn’t mind, because you liked and respected Steve.

Plus, it had been a while since you had last seen him.

“Well, are you just gonna stand there and gawk? Or are you gonna give your good ol’ Steve a hug?”

You flashed a droopy, sleepy grin as you met him at the counter. Getting up on your tippy toes, you raised your hands to wrap them around his neck, and he returned the gesture with a tight hug around your waist.

“Mmm,” he hummed with a squeeze. “There she is.”

“What are you doing here, Stevie?” you asked as you pulled away.

“What? You don’t like seeing your dad’s favorite best friend over?” he asked with a playful grin and a matching head tilt.

You chuckled tiredly. “That’s not it, and you know it. It’s just… what brings you here? My dad isn’t even in town.”

“That’s the point, sweetie.” He leaned back against the counter, folding his large arms over his broad chest.

You swore he was too old to be wearing shirts that were always one size too small for him.

“I know how much celebrating the Fourth of July means to you—and since he’s out of town… well… I figured I’d take over the celebration.”

You crossed your arms and raised a brow, half suspicious yet half amused. “Did he make you do this?”

“What? No. I’m doing this out of the kindness of my old heart,” he chuckled lightly. “And besides, I wouldn’t want to celebrate my birthday alone this year. So… how ‘bout it? A fun weekend with just you and me?”

Hanging out with Steve on the Fourth of July weekend was far better than doing nothing all alone. And by hanging out with Steve, it meant he’d pay for everything—breakfast and all. You knew you couldn’t turn him down—not that you wanted to—but you still wanted to try and pull his leg.

“I don’t know,” you sighed dramatically, running a finger along the tile of the counter. “You should’ve asked me a lot sooner. My friends already planned something this week.”

You didn’t even need to look up to see Steve’s frown.

“But it’s also my birthday,” he said pathetically. “You wouldn’t leave me all alone on the Fourth of July now, would you?”

You had to bite back a smile. He looked like a kicked golden retriever. It was never a question of how or why your dad became friends with Steve Rogers—he was just too much of a likable guy all around.

“Well, since you’re asking so nicely—I guess I’ll spend it with you.”

His smile was so wide it was contagious.

“That’s my girl.”

Steve swiped the keys off the counter and twirled the keychain around his rough finger. “Your dad told me all about your guys’ adventures over a beer one time. Wouldn’t shut up about it. So the only right way to do this is by starting off with breakfast at a diner, right?”

Your lips quirked into a half smile as you bit your lip. “Not just any diner. It’s Mama Joann’s, just a few blocks away. And not just any breakfast, either. We get the—”

“—All American,” Steve finished with a smug grin. “I know. Your old man talks a lot.”

He pocketed his phone and wallet into his jeans and nodded towards the front door. “I’ll get the car started. Go on and get dressed now.”

When you didn’t move an inch, he paused and raised a brow at you.

“Guess my ‘old man’ forgot to mention during his ramblings that we actually go in our pajamas,” you explained, waving a finger at him. “So technically—you’re the one who isn't dressed.”

Steve’s face was unreadable as he scratched at the stubble on his chin.

“Honey, if you wanted to see me in nothing but my underwear, you should’ve just told me.”

Your face immediately warmed at his bold statement. “Y-you—! What—!”

But before you could even stammer out a coherent sentence, Steve was already walking out the front door to wait for you.

A red 1966 Ford Mustang was parked at the curb of your house. It was an old thing that made more odd sounds than it did distance.

It was Steve’s pride and joy—that typical man project he was always working on in his garage. He rarely ever took it out, occasionally driving it around the neighborhood just to keep the engine breathing. You guessed he had actually planned on spending time with you this weekend before today, because he’d gotten it all fixed up and ready just for you.

The car creaked and groaned as it made its way to Mama Joann’s, the radio connected to an aux cord playing Bob Dylan—his favorite.

He had the top down, leaving your hair to whip wildly in the wind. You caught him glancing at you through the side mirrors.

“What are you staring at, Stevie?” you asked without looking at him.

Steve held the wheel with one hand, while the other rested casually on the gear shift. “Nothin’,” he said, a grin evident in his tone. “It’s just… your pajamas.”

“And what about them?” You looked down at yourself, peering over the rim of your sunglasses. You were wearing a soft white tank top and a pair of light pink plaid sleeping shorts. “Did you take me out to breakfast just to make fun of my sleeping clothes?”

He chuckled—deep and raspy. He glanced over at you, blue eyes dancing over the rim of his own dark sunglasses as they traced the curve of your bare leg up to your tank top. You realized just then that you weren’t wearing a bra, since you never slept in one and hadn’t bothered to put one on.

“Not making fun of you, sweetie,” he said, pinning his focus back on the road. “Just think the shorts are cute and all.”

Despite the wind blowing in your face, you still felt warm.

Finally pulling into Mama Joann’s busy parking lot, Steve stepped out of the car.

When riding with Steve, he never let you open the doors yourself. He would quickly park, scramble over to your side, and hold the door open for you. Every time he did it, your dad would always say, “See what Uncle Stevie does for you? This is why I won’t let you settle for anybody less.”

“Thank you,” you said with a smile, grabbing his hand. “But you know you don’t have to do that when my dad’s not around, right?”

“When has your dad being here ever mattered?” he asked genuinely, raising an eyebrow as he shut the door behind you and locked it.

You shrugged. “You know how he is—he’ll always be like, ‘Look at Steve! When you get a boyfriend, make sure he respects you like Steve does,’ yadayada.”

A short snort left his lips as he held the diner door open for you. “Honey, I don’t think there’s any man out there who’ll be respectable enough for you anyway. It’s best you save yourself from the disappointment and stay single.”

You raised a brow at that. Sometimes, you found him acting more paternal than your actual father did with how often he lectured you.

The bell chimed with a welcoming jingle, and Steve stepped in right behind you.

As always, Joann was walking around with a black apron wrapped around her waist, refilling the coffee cups of everyone seated at the booths. The bell chiming caught her attention, and she smiled upon seeing you.

“There you are!” she greeted so loudly it caused the customers to look up at you and Steve. “You had me believin’ for a second that you’d be missin’ out on a yearly tradition.”

She set the pot down, motioning to the booth by the window that she always gave to you and your dad.

Speaking of which…

“Now, this handsome man next to you ain’t your daddy,” she said, nodding to the six foot two man standing right beside you. “Who’s this? And is he single?” she asked shamelessly.

Steve chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m Steve—a good friend of her dad’s.”

“Hey, Joann,” you waved with a smile. “My dad is out of town for a work trip, so Steve insisted on taking me out for the Fourth of July weekend.”

You two slid into the booth as Joann laid two menus over the sticky wooden table.

“Well, ain’t he sweet,” she cooed. “I know you and your dad always get the All American, but in case your friend here wants somethin’ different, I’ll give you guys some time to look over the menu.”

Then, before leaving, she threw a wink in Steve’s direction, though she was talking to you. “And if Mr. Steve wants to hang out with someone more… age-appropriate—just know that the folks in town call me Mama for a reason—”

“—Okay, thanks, Joann!” you quickly dismissed her with a burning face and an embarrassed wave of your hand.

Steve chuckled, lifting the menu and leaning back in the booth. It looked way too small for a man his size with the way he filled the space.

“She’s a sweetheart, isn’t she?” he joked.

You blew a raspberry and gave him a look, glancing at your own menu despite already knowing what you were going to order. “Should I invite her back over to have breakfast with us, then?”

Steve grinned wolfishly. If he didn’t know any better, he might’ve assumed you were jealous. His eyes raked over the menu. “So, the All American, you said?”

You nodded enthusiastically, looking giddy as you smiled brightly over the top of the menu. “It’s the best thing here. Joann’s buttermilk pancakes are the best—better than anything you can get from a chain.”

You pointed to where it said ‘with a side of bacon and sausage’ on the menu, and tapped on the bacon text. “And make sure to get the bacon extra crispy.”

“Geez,” Steve huffed a laugh, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling up handsomely. “Sounds like you and your dad know what you’re doing.”

You laughed at the fond memory of your father taking you to this same diner since you were a little girl. The fact that he wasn’t here to celebrate was saddening, but you couldn’t have asked for a better man to spend it with than Steve.

You watched as he reached for his coffee mug, his large hands cradling the ceramic. It looked tiny and weightless in his grip, the tight hold emphasizing the veins and roughness of his hands. He lifted the mug to his lips, blowing on it gently before swallowing in slow gulps that made his Adam’s apple bob.

You swallowed hard and tried to avert your gaze so he wouldn’t catch you staring. But instead, your eyes trailed lower to his built chest and the way his stomach slightly pushed against his tight shirt.

He set his mug down and glanced up.

He caught you staring, and he smiled.

You quickly tried to save face.

“Yeah, um—I bet the calorie intake will probably throw off your entire game,” you stammered out with a chuckle that sounded awkward and nervous. Jesus. What were you saying?

‘Nervous’, however, wasn’t in Steve’s vocabulary.

Awkward? Probably.

“What?” he frowned.

Steve glanced down at himself, noticing his slouch and the way his belly seemed… a bit softer as of late. He had one too many steaks and far too many beers.

He looked back up at you, his grin turning slow and lazy. He rested his large forearms on the edge of the table, leaning in just enough to make himself look even more imposing.

“What’s the matter?” he murmured, his voice dropping deep and gravelly in a way that made your nerves dance. “A girl like you doesn’t like a man with a little meat on his bones?”

Your breath hitched and your eyes widened. Before you could even stammer out a response, he continued.

“Besides,” his blue eyes twinkled with amusement as he maintained eye contact, “don’t you think I need a little extra fuel if I’m gonna keep up with you all weekend? Unless you’re planning on keeping me busy enough to burn it all off, that is.”

It was way too early for Steve fucking Rogers, of all people, to be making you feel this way.

This unexpected, flustered and butterflies-in-your-stomach type of feeling caused by your own father’s best friend.

You had never seen Steve in any light other than as your father’s highly respectable, closest friend. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was just taunting you like he normally did, or if he was actually flirting. But with the way he was looking and smiling at you—no.

Surely, he wouldn’t take that risk.

Then again, with your dad out of town, maybe there was a side to Steve he usually kept hidden—one you knew nothing about, but was now curious to unravel.

Desperate for a distraction, you grabbed your own coffee mug, which had cooled down enough for you to swallow it in big, hasty gulps.

“Easy, girl.”

“Just…” you wiped your lips, “…thirsty.”

Steve grinned. “Coffee is a diuretic, silly goose.”

And there was the taunt. You mentally groaned, wanting to kick yourself for even entertaining the possibility that Steve would ever blur the line between himself and his best friend’s daughter.

“It’s too early for you to be teasing me like this, Stevie,” you mumbled shyly, tracing your finger along the wooden table.

Steve wore a wolfish grin, resting both of his large arms on the table as they crossed over each other, taking up even more space in the tiny booth. “Sorry, I can’t help it,” he snickered. “Especially when you react the way you do.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean—” you started to say, but your words died in your throat as a large presence that was hard to ignore fell over the booth.

“What do we have here?”

The voice was gruff and deep, lacking the playful warmth you and Steve had just been exchanging. You and Steve both froze, staring up at Bucky, who stood at the edge of the table holding his own coffee mug. His expression was unreadable, his sharp eyes glancing back and forth between the two of you as you sat there completely dumbfounded.

He raised a brow at your silent, wide eyed stares. “There a party going on that I don’t know about?”

While your father was best friends with Steve, you didn’t know how your father also managed to become best friends with a man like Bucky Barnes.

Growing up, Bucky had his share of good moments—he helped you learn how to drive, despite snapping at you impatiently whenever you hit the curb. He picked you up from parties whenever you were too drunk to get yourself home, and he would often spoil you with sweet treats or something he found at a store, always with a simple, “Saw this running errands, thought you might like it.”

But, in return, Bucky also had plenty of bad moments.

He was incredibly specific about how he liked things. If you ever tried to help him or your dad with something—like the grill or fixing a drink— Bucky would already be over your shoulder, nudging you away and taking the tongs right out of your hands.

“I got it. You’re just making a mess.”

There were times where you would be dressed up to go out with friends, and he would be sitting on the porch with your dad for a smoke. He would look you up and down, eyes lingering, and say something like, “You’re really going out looking like that? Go put a jacket on.”

Or sometimes, when your dad was away and you needed a hand around the house whether it be checking on the locks or fixing a leak, Bucky would show up, but he’d be short tempered the entire time. He would constantly scoff while he worked, acting like he had a million better places to be.

Your dad always told you that Bucky was part of the family—that it was just how he was, and that was how he showed his love.

But you didn’t buy it.

You felt like he had something personal against you.

And… it also felt like he might have something personal against Steve, too.

“Bucky,” Steve greeted, though it sounded more like a warning.

Or maybe, it was Steve that had something personal against him.

Bucky’s eyes flickered down to meet Steve’s, holding his gaze for a long moment. “Steve.”

While the two men stared at each other in a silent competition, you took this opportunity to take in Bucky. He wore a dark leather jacket that had seen better days with a white tank top—that strained against his thick lower belly—tucked beneath his belt and jeans.

Bucky tore his gaze away from Steve to look down at you.

“Well?” Bucky’s lips tugged into a lazy, tired smirk. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

There were times when Bucky would disappear, going M.I.A. for weeks at a time. It had gotten to the point where even your father had gotten involved, leaving late at night, scrambling out the door with nothing but a hasty, “Don’t wait up for me, okay? Uncle Bucky is… uh, going through something and he needs me right now.”

It hadn’t taken you long to piece together that your father kept having to pick him up from bars, or even the police station. Yet despite his recent wrongdoings, just like your father, you still had a soft spot for him that you could never push away, no matter how much he worried you.

“Of course I am,” you finally said.

Even with your lack of enthusiasm, Bucky seemed pleased with your answer. His leather jacket creaked as he gestured with his coffee mug to the empty spot on the bench right next to you. “Mind if I sit? Or is this seat reserved for someone else?”

“Sit down, Buck,” Steve said. All the warmth he had shared with you gone and thrown out the window now that Bucky was here. “We were just about to order.”

Bucky glanced at Steve, pursing his lips as he gave a short nod. “Good.”

He set his mug down on the wooden table and slid right next to you in the booth. His denim clad knee brushed roughly against your bare leg, making you shudder and feel even smaller. “Because I’m starving.”

Bucky rested his hands on the table, intertwining his fingers. He looked like he worked with his hands, and he smelled like Marlboro Reds.

You could see the dirt trapped underneath his fingernails, his skin calloused—the rough texture of someone who spent his life either fixing things or breaking them. He scratched the stubble on his chin.

Just like Steve, it looked like he hadn’t shaved in weeks.

He caught your gaze and smiled, letting his eyes trail down to your legs. “Cute pajamas.”

Steve’s eyebrow twitched.

“Thanks,” you said shyly, looking down and playing with a stray string that had come loose from your shorts. “My dad—well, when he’s actually in town—likes to take me to this diner on the morning of the Fourth of July weekend. It’s usually our tradition.”

While Steve already knew your tradition with your father like the back of his hand, Bucky had no clue.

“Ain’t that sweet,” Bucky hummed in amusement, giving you his full attention. “What else do you and your dad do? I wanna hear all about it.”

You smiled just thinking about it. “We always host—”

“—a party in their backyard, grilling burgers, drinking beer, and swimming,” Steve cut in, taking a sip of his coffee as he glared a sharp dagger straight into Bucky’s eyes. “The one he hosted last year was fun. And the one before that too. It’s a shame you missed it, Buck.”

Steve wasn’t being sympathetic at all, and both of you knew it. He was being petty, even immature, throwing it in Bucky's face that he hadn’t been around for any of the holidays—or that he didn't even know your father was out of town, for that matter.

Bucky’s jaw clenched, but he kept his smile up, trying to save face just for you.

“Is that right?” he murmured. “Guess I had some important business to take care of last summer. But I’m here now, Stevie. So why don’t you fill me in on what else I missed?

Steve had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something offensive.

“You missed a lot, Buck,” Steve said flatly. “More than you think.”

You sat there, sandwiched between a tension that was rapidly becoming suffocating.

It was clear that whatever Steve and Bucky had going on—which you had no clue about—they never communicated or resolved. You figured it might have had something to do with Bucky and his recent downward spiral—traveling down a wrong, bumpy path with signs that led to nowhere. But you weren’t going to sit here and become their mediator.

Clearing your throat, you caught both of their attention.

“I have to use the bathroom,” you announced. “If Joann comes by, you already know what to order for me. Bucky, will you excuse me, please?”

Bucky nodded before sliding out of the seat. He offered his hand to help you out of the booth, and the two older men watched you walk off towards the restroom. As you left, Bucky wore a grin that Steve knew all too well—a smile that meant nothing but trouble.

“Look at her,” Bucky said, watching you from afar with a soft look in his eyes. “Our baby is all grown up.”

Steve scoffed in disbelief. “Our baby?”

The smile Bucky was wearing quickly dropped into an annoyed frown now that you were no longer there to witness it. He slid back into the booth, leaning across the table as he glared at Steve.

“What the hell is your problem?” Bucky hissed, ditching his good boy facade entirely.

“My problem?” Steve sneered, leaning across the table to meet Bucky halfway. “My problem is that you show up after months of silence whenever it’s convenient for you—bringing all sorts of trouble with you.”

Steve kept his voice low, trying to maintain enough control to avoid drawing attention to their booth.

“What the hell have you been doing these past few months?”

Bucky’s brows drew together so closely as he glared back at his childhood best friend. Before your father came into the picture, Steve and Bucky had been two peas in a pod. They were inseparable growing up, but as they got older, they naturally drifted into their own separate lives, with only occasional chatter here and there.

Steve had already gone through the whole marriage routine. He had tried to start a family with his ex-wife, Peggy, but after she cheated on him, he went through a heartbreaking divorce. Meanwhile, Bucky had suffered a string of devastating losses.

Bucky had always prided himself on being a family man, and when he lost it all, he felt like he had nothing left. His mother, Winnie, and his sister, Rebecca, had both passed away in the same year. From there, Bucky fell into a dark stupor, finding comfort only in solitude and alcohol.

Over time, Steve grew to despise the way Bucky coped—hating to watch his best friend drink himself silly and end up in places he shouldn’t be. Bucky, on the other hand, hated being lectured by Steve. He believed that a true friend should support him at all costs, through all the good and the bad.

Eventually, they both just kept their distance, leaving you and your dad as the middle ground.

“I’m in recovery, Steve,” Bucky protested weakly, his fingers digging into his palm as he tightened his fist.

“Yeah?” Steve scoffed with a bitter smile. “And how’s that working out for you?”

Regret washed over Bucky’s blue eyes, and for a split second, Steve nearly softened. But he couldn’t. His friend had pulled his leg for far too long. The mental reminders of Bucky taking advantage of him over the years were enough to make Steve push down his guilt.

“Look, I’m trying, okay?” Bucky muttered, staring into his half-empty mug. “I just wanted to pay a quick visit to town—see how you and her dad are doing.”

“See how he and I are doing?” Steve folded his arms across his chest, sitting back. “Or see how she’s doing?”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. He kept his head down but raised his eyes to glare back at him. “And if I was, is there something wrong with that?”

Steve really tried his best to keep his composure. Bucky knew exactly how to get under his skin—using a voice that could pass for innocent when it was anything but.

“You have no right showing up back in town after all the bullshit you pulled. Did you even know her father was out of town? Or did you take advantage of him being gone just so you could spend time with her?” When Steve realized how loud he was getting—catching the attention of some of the diner staff—he dropped his voice to a harsh whisper.

“If you’re still involved with whatever shit you were getting into, leave it behind. Don’t drag her into this—”

“—Jesus. Where the hell is the waitress?” Bucky muttered, throwing his arm over the back of the seat and looking behind him.

Steve snapped his fingers to yank his attention back. “And don’t think for a second I didn’t notice you checking her out. Are you fucking kidding me, Buck? She’s your best friend’s daughter!”

“Hey—all I did was call her shorts cute.” Bucky turned back to Steve. “I was just being nice.”

Steve ran out of scoffs to give. “You’re a lot of things, Bucky, but you’ve never been subtle.”

Bucky could feel his own patience frying. “Wanna know what’s funny, Stevie?”

“What?”

Now, it was Bucky’s turn to lean in so no one else could eavesdrop. “To an outsider, you look like an old, perverted man taking a young, respectable lady out on a date. Come on, Steve. How old are you again?” he tilted his head with that taunting tone that made Steve’s blood boil. “You’re drilling me so hard over something so trivial, but you’re no saint either.”

Steve slammed his hand on the table, causing the wood to shake and making the family of four at the next table gasp. So much for being discreet.

“What the hell kind of person are you trying to make me out to be?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it,” Bucky shot back. “A pretty girl like her—looking up at you the way she does, with that cute smile of hers.”

Steve opened his mouth, his face turning a furious shade of crimson. “What are you saying—!”

Bucky held his gaze, his eyes boring deeply into Steve’s. “Look me in the eye and tell me you haven’t thought about fucking her, Steve.”

Neither of them had noticed Joann standing there, her pen poised over her notepad. She stared at them completely dumbfounded, her mouth slightly agape in shock.

“Uh,” she drawled, her gaze shifting slowly between the two grown men. “What’ll it be, boys?”

Both Steve and Bucky blinked up at her.

They cleared their throats rapidly and sat back, trying to put as much distance between each other as the small booth allowed. Steve forced his charming smile back onto his face, acting as if he hadn’t just slammed his hand down and yelled a second ago. Across from him, Bucky crossed his leg and turned his head, pressing a hand over his mouth to hide his frustration as he forced himself to look out the window.

“We’ll have the All American,” Steve said.

Joann jotted down their orders—along with an extra chocolate milkshake added by Bucky, which earned him a side-eye from Steve, since Steve was the one paying for it all.

On your way back from the bathroom, you bumped right into her.

“Oh, hey Joann. Did you already take our orders?”

“Sure did, but honey, you better be careful with those two,” Joann warned, pointing her pen over her shoulder toward your booth with a worried expression. “They look like they bite.”

The chance to elaborate was long gone as she was already walking off towards the kitchen. Turning your attention back to the booth, you saw Steve pressing his cheek against his palm, staring morosely out the window, while Bucky casually sipped his coffee.

You smiled to yourself, oblivious to all the tension.

From where you stood, it looked like they had gotten along just fine while you were gone.

The breakfast platters were already cleared away, leaving nothing but a pile of crumpled napkins and Bucky’s drained milkshake glass.

Up front by the old cash register, Steve stood with his back to the booth, digging into his wallet as Mama Joann rang up the bill. Even from behind, Steve’s broad shoulders were still stiff from his earlier irritation.

Breakfast had gone by smoothly enough—though it wasn’t quite as fun as it normally was with your dad, you still appreciated their company. The entire time, however, it felt like they were talking to you rather than to each other. Every time Bucky asked you a question, you would answer, only for Steve to immediately grab your attention next. Once you replied to Steve, Bucky would subtly try to fight for your focus again.

The whole dining experience felt more like a job interview than spending time with close family friends.

Now, you were left alone in the booth with Bucky. With Steve away from the table, Bucky’s shoulders eased up just slightly.

“So,” he drawled. “What are you and Stevie going to do after this?”

You thought about it for a moment, realizing you and Steve hadn’t actually planned much of anything.

“I’m… I’m actually not sure,” you replied with a shrug. “Breakfast was all we talked about today.”

“Sounds boring, and sounds just like Steve,” Bucky said, leaning back against the seat and draping his arm over the top as he looked down at you.

Under his cold stare, you always felt so small.

You knew Bucky was the kind of man who just took what he wanted—and right now, it felt like he only wanted you.

“You remember Becca’s old house? The one by the lake?” he asked.

You blinked, caught off guard. Ever since his sister’s passing, your father had strictly warned you never to bring up Bucky’s family. It was only safe to do so if Bucky brought them up first, and even then, you had to be careful to avoid any painful triggers.

“I do,” you nodded, keeping your response brief to let him control the conversation.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been over there,” Bucky explained, his blue eyes studying your face. “I think I can fix up her old boat in the shed. Maybe we can take it out for a spin on the lake.”

Your mouth parted slightly with a loss for words. Bucky was inviting you to his late sister’s house? To ride on her boat, no less? He rarely ever spoke about Rebecca, let alone extended an invitation to her place. You were pretty sure not even your dad had ever been invited over there.

“And considering it’s been some time since I last saw you, I think it’d be a great opportunity for us to catch up,” Bucky added.

“Catch up on what?”

Both you and Bucky looked up to find Steve standing at the edge of the booth. He was pocketing his wallet in the back of his jeans, taking in your wide eyes and Bucky’s slouched, unbothered posture.

Bucky kept his arm draped casually over the seat behind you. “Just telling her about Becca’s old place,” he said with that smug tone. “Thinking about going down to the lake later. Get some fresh air. You know, since you didn’t make any plans.”

Steve’s jaw clenched so hard you were sure you heard his teeth click. He crossed his arms tightly over his broad chest, glaring down at Bucky.

“Oh, is that so?” Steve huffed. He then shifted his gaze to you. “And what did she say about it?”

Being put on the spot made your stomach drop. It felt like there was no right answer.

Your eyes flickered back and forth between them. You could understand Steve’s apprehension—Bucky’s reputation hadn’t been... the best, as of late. But looking at Bucky, seeing as much hope as he could muster in those tired blue eyes and the vulnerability of him sharing a piece of his late sister’s memory with you, you already knew your answer.

“I’d love to check out Becca’s house and ride on the boat,” you finally said.

Bucky let out a quiet breath of relief, while Steve’s brows pinched together in disbelief.

“…But,” you added quickly, “I think it’d be fun if Steve tagged along, too.”

The disgruntled noise that left Bucky’s mouth would’ve made you laugh, but the way Steve’s eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets beat you to it.

Bucky pulled his arm back, throwing you an incredulous look that he didn't even bother trying to hide. “Sweetheart, I was actually hoping it would be just the two of us—”

“I would love to come,” Steve interjected, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face that Bucky wanted nothing more than to wipe off.

A smile broke across your face. You knew there was still an underlying tension between them, but the prospect of visiting Rebecca’s old house for the first time and riding in a boat was far better than sitting around doing nothing.

“Yay!” You clasped your hands together, your enthusiastic gaze flickering between the two of them. “Steve and I will stop by the house first so I can change—”

“No,” Bucky interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “You already extended an unwanted invite to Steve, and I’ll only forgive you if you don’t keep me waiting.”

He kept his eyes locked on Steve as he slid out of the booth, rising to his full height to meet him face to face.

“You remember the way to Becca’s house?” he asked.

“‘Course I do.”

“Good.” Bucky spared a quick glance down at you as you began sliding out of the booth yourself, before turning his attention back to Steve. He leaned in, voice dripping quietly so only Steve could catch it.

“Don’t have too much fun with her on the way, yeah?”

Steve only glared harder.

On the drive to Rebecca’s house, you noticed Steve’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles taut. One of his favorite songs came on the radio, and he didn’t even care to acknowledge it.

There was something deeply wrong between him and Bucky—something you had missed entirely while you were in the bathroom.

Finally mustering the courage, you decided to address it. “Steve—”

“There’s something you should know about Bucky,” Steve cut you off, deciding to it for you.

“Okay,” you murmured, prompting him to continue.

“I don’t know how much your dad has told you,” Steve said, letting out a deep breath through his nose. “But Bucky’s been through a lot. He isn’t the same guy he used to be. I know he’s… family to you, and I know your dad trusts him. But Bucky’s been running with a bad crowd lately. Getting into things he shouldn’t be, making promises he can’t keep. He’s reckless.”

You leaned back slightly in your seat, your right arm propped on the window sill as you watched Bucky’s truck ahead of you. Everything he was saying to you wasn’t exactly new.

“Where are you going with this?”

“He treats everything like a game. People, relationships,” Steve continued.

He paused for a moment, chewing his bottom lip in apprehension as he tried to find the right words.

“I recognize the way he’s looking at you, and I don’t like it one bit. He’s looking at you like a distraction from his own mess. I just... I don’t want to see you get hurt, or caught in the middle of whatever trouble he’s dragging behind him.”

You slowly let out the breath you had been holding.

For the most part, you were grateful that Steve was actually being open with you about Bucky and his bad habits. Whenever Bucky’s name came up around your father, your dad was always quick to beat around the bush, never addressing anything seriously.

“Ah, Bucky is just going through a rough patch right now.”

“He’s just in another one of his moods. Leave him be.”

“I invited Bucky to your birthday party, but he… he couldn’t make it. You know how he is.”

Even though Bucky was everything a girl like you should avoid, at the end of the day, he was like family. And the idea of him being alone this weekend while he was back in town killed you.

He had his ups and downs, and as much of a grumpy old man he could be now, you weren’t going to throw away all the good times just because of the bad.

“I’m a big girl, Steve,” you reassured him, glancing over. He kept his gaze locked on the road. “I can make my own decisions. Bucky invited me to his late sister’s boat—and despite everything, I couldn’t refuse that. You know why.”

Up ahead, Bucky’s truck slowed down, turning left onto a narrow, gravel driveway lined with overgrown pine trees. The reflection of the sun hit the lake and shone through the branches in the distance.

Steve pulled up right behind him, shifting the car into park but keeping his foot firmly on the brake. He turned fully in his seat to look at you, his blue eyes searching yours with earnesty.

“I know. It’s just… promise me you’ll stay close to me today,” Steve pleaded softly.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and gave him a reassuring smile. You nodded towards Bucky’s truck, where he was just hopping out of the driver’s seat and slamming the door shut.

“You act like he’s going to murder me.”

Despite your attempt at a joke, Steve’s expression didn’t waver.

“Your dad left you under my watch, so in a way, I feel responsible for protecting you—”

“—protecting her from what?” Bucky asked, slapping his calloused hands against Steve’s window and leaning over. “Woah—this car is still running? You know, my sister used to love this thing. Coulda’ sworn you were gonna win her over with it every time you pulled up to the house.”

Steve gave Bucky a deadpan look. With a grunt, he pushed his door open—forcing Bucky out of the way. But just as Steve started walking around to your side to open your door, Bucky beat him to it.

“Watch your step,” Bucky said, holding your hand to help you out of the seat. “Lots of rocks.”

“Since when did you get so sweet?” you teased, sandals stepping down onto the crunching gravel.

Bucky chuckled—a low, raspy sound as he shook his head. “Geez, you really think I’m an awful guy, don’t you?”

You gave him a small smile, which he returned with a gentle one of his own before letting go of your fingers.

Steve kicked a pebble with the toe of his boot. He didn’t like this interaction one bit, but he swallowed down his pride for your sake.

He looked around the property, taking in the overgrown grass and the faded paint on the siding of the old house. The place hadn’t been maintained in what looked and felt like years. The fences had once been painted a bright coral blue—Rebecca’s favorite color—but now, they were stained with dirt and weathered from years of neglect.

Steve glanced at you, knowing you were thinking the same thing. A solemn look settled into your eyes. You knew how close Bucky and his sister had been, and leaving this house to him had obviously been more than he could handle.

Bucky stood there stiffly, hands shoved into the pockets of his worn leather jacket. The playful twinkle his eyes had held for you just moments ago slowly faded the longer he stared at the house.

“It hasn’t changed much,” Steve said quietly, clearing his throat. He was trying to ease the tension, even though they both knew it was a lie.

Something between a snort and a self-deprecating laugh left Bucky’s lungs.

He nodded towards the path wrapping around the side of the building. “Come on. The shed’s down by the dock.”

The three of you fell into a single file line, with you taking the middle spot. As you approached the shed, Bucky fished around in his pocket for the keys. It took him a moment to find the right one, but when he finally pushed the door open, it revealed an eighteen foot wooden motorboat right in the middle.

The deep emerald green paint on the hull was flaking away in brittle scabs, exposing the gray, sun bleached wood underneath. Inside, the white oak ribs were coated in dust and cobwebs, and the stagnant rainwater pooling in the bilge smelled faintly of rot, causing you to wrinkle your nose.

Bucky took the first step inside, his hand reaching out to gently touch the worn steering wheel.

“We’ll get her fixed up today,” he murmured. “We’ll take her out on the lake.”

He spoke so softly you weren’t sure if he was talking to you, or to himself.

“I don’t know, Buck,” Steve hesitated, dragging a finger along the side. “She might leak like a sieve if you put her in the water right now. You’re gonna need a miracle to get this thing to turn over, let alone idle.”

Bucky’s shoulders dropped, his expression turning somber. He knew Steve was right, and seeing that defeated look pulled at your heart. He was already carrying so much emotionally, it ached to watch him rarely try to plan something special, only to see it fall apart.

“Chin up, you guys,” you spoke up enthusiastically, breaking the silence. “It doesn’t look that bad. Especially since there’s three of us—we can fix this in no time.”

Steve raised a skeptical brow at you. “You’ve never even touched a boat, sweetheart. There’s a lot of heavy lifting to be done here.”

“Well—it’s a good thing I’ve got two strong men by my side!” you joked, hopeful eyes flickering between the two of them. “Even if we don’t fix it completely, even if we just end up floating out there,” you shrugged, a smile tugging at your lips, “at least we got it on the lake, right?”

That, at least, managed to pull a small smile from Bucky.

And with the soft spot Steve always had for you, he knew he couldn’t deny your wishes.

With a reluctant sigh, he started moving around the shed, scanning the shelves for the tools they would need. “Well? What are we standing around for, then?”

For the rest of the afternoon, the three of you worked side by side to bring Rebecca’s old boat back to life.

Steve and Bucky took turns with the heavy lifting, hauling out the rusted battery and helping each other realign the heavy parts of the inboard motor. Bucky insisted on handling the delicate mechanical work—scraping away layers of rust, cleaning out the gummed up carburetor, and replacing the brittle fuel lines.

You did your best to help where you could, taking a wire brush to the flaking paint on the hull and wiping down the dusty wooden benches. Mostly, you acted as their mediator, passing wrenches and screwdrivers back and forth while they worked in relative silence.

By the time the sun began to slip behind the trees, painting the sky in beautiful shades of orange and pink, the boat was far from perfect, but it finally looked cared for again.

Bucky stood over the engine block, hands on his hips. He had discarded his leather jacket hours ago, and his shirt was now thoroughly drenched in sweat.

He looked over at you with a grin. “Think she’s good enough to take for a spin?”

Your lips started to tug into a smile. “Yes—!”

Steve shook his head, shutting you down. “No. The bilge pump is shot. It needs to be replaced before we put her in the water.”

Sitting on the wooden bench inside the boat, you glanced over your shoulder and met Steve’s eyes with a frown. “But we worked on it all day. Are you sure we can’t take it out? Not even for a little bit?”

“Without that pump, water is going to leak through the planks like crazy,” Steve explained.

But caught between your crestfallen look and the disappointed crease between Bucky’s brows, he sighed and gave in.

He checked his watch, tapping the glass. “It’s just past five. The auto parts store in town closes at seven on Fridays. If I leave right now, I can grab a replacement pump and be back before it gets dark.”

“Really? You’d do that, Stevie?” you beamed, your excitement returning in an instant.

Steve’s eyes softened. He hated how easily he gave in to you. “Yeah. I’ll be quick—just stay here, alright?”

Bucky shifted, rocking back on his heels with a rare and slightly sheepish look. “Thanks, Steve.”

Steve stepped away from the boat, fishing his car keys out of his pocket. Before he turned around, he pointed a stern finger at Bucky. “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

To anyone else, that saying could have passed as typical, lighthearted banter between two old friends. But you knew Steve well enough to hear the real warning underneath it.

Bucky just shrugged, unbothered. “How can I? When you’re taking all the stupid with you.”

Steve was already walking briskly up the path towards the driveway, keys jingling in his hand. He muttered something under his breath and shook his head, ignoring Bucky’s comment entirely.

The two of you watched him get into his car and drive off. The moment the sounds of Steve’s engine faded away, Bucky turned back to you.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face—it was a look that insinuated he was up to no good.

“How ‘bout we take her out anyway?” Bucky asked, nodding to the lake. “Just to see how long she’ll float?”

You gasped. “Bucky, no! Steve literally just said she’ll leak—”

“Steve worries too much,” Bucky scoffed, clicking his tongue. He stepped over to the stern and began pushing the boat towards the lake, ignoring the fact that you were still sitting inside. “It’ll take time for the water to really start coming in. We’ll just go out a hundred yards, turn around, and come right back.”

You knew Steve would be furious, and logically, sitting in a boat that was destined to take on water was a terrible idea. But looking at the sudden, bright spark of life in Bucky’s eyes—the first real glimpse of the carefree guy your dad used to talk about—you found yourself softening.

“A hundred yards,” you bargained, pointing a stern finger at him. “And the second my feet get wet, we turn right around.”

“Deal.”

Before you could change your mind, he shoved the boat down the wooden launch ramp. “Hold on tight!”

The cedar hull hit the once calm glassy surface of the lake with a splash, sending a hard ripple across the water. Bucky tied her off to the dock quickly, then vaulted over and immediately went to work on the flywheel.

He wrapped a pull rope around the starter, took a deep breath, and gave it a hard yank.

The engine coughed, sputtering out a cloud of blue gray smoke, but failed to catch.

“Come on,” Bucky muttered to the machine, wrapping the rope again. He gave it another tug.

This time, the engine sputtered, groaned, and then loudly chugged to life. Bucky laughed triumphantly, the sound so raspy and genuine— it made butterflies swarm in your belly.

He unhooked the mooring line from the dock and tossed it into the bow, then hopped back to the center of the boat to take the steering wheel, gliding the boat away from the dock and further into the water.

The cool lakeside breeze greeted your face, a godsend from working under the sun for hours. Surprisingly enough, the engine and boat remained stable while the sun turned the lake into a pretty pool of liquid gold.

Bucky had a gentle look on his face, the lines around his eyes creasing slightly as he wore a soft smile.

“My sister and I used to ride this boat all the time,” he explained softly, eyes boring into the sun dipping past the lake line. “We would go fishing—and she’d always hate me for catching the biggest fish.”

You smiled softly. It wasn’t often that Bucky shared a part of himself, but every time he did, it was beautiful.

“We should go fishing one day,” you said. “My dad loves fishing, and it’s been a long time since he saw you. Maybe we could do it when he gets back.” You chuckled quietly to yourself at the idea. “He’d probably be so jealous if he found out I got to ride your boat before he did.”

Bucky hummed, the corners of his lips quirking up.

The two of you stayed quiet for a moment as he steered the boat deeper into the lake. Compared to you and Steve, your conversations with Bucky weren’t as lighthearted or enthusiastic. Majority of the time, it’s just you sitting in awkward silence—well, awkward for you—while Bucky just basks in the moment.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around these days,” he suddenly murmured, back still turned to you as he kept his focus on the sunset. “I’ve been caught up with a lot of things. I’m sure your father has told you, and I’m also sure I lost all his respect for me.” He huffed a self-deprecating laugh as he added, “Not that I deserve it, anyway.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself.” Even though he wouldn’t look at you, you kept your eyes on his back. “He still respects you.”

Then, Bucky slowly looked over his shoulder, eyes half lidded and tired.

“And what about you?” he rasped. “Do you still respect me?”

You tilted your head and raised a brow, not expecting him to care about your respect for him of all things.

“Of course I do, Bucky.”

“Good,” he nodded, looking back at the lake. “That’s good…”

While on the topic of respect, you couldn’t help but wonder…

“What about you? Do you respect me?”

Bucky’s lips curved up into an even bigger impish grin. “I don’t know yet,” he teased.

Your eyes bulged. “Huh? What’s that supposed to mean—!”

But the already short teasing interaction got cut even shorter, a wet sensation seeping through your sandals and between your toes.

You glanced down, catching the way the water was bubbling up through the gaps in the floorboards like tiny miniature fountains. The dark pool in the bilge had risen past the soles of your sandals, and with every small wave that hit the hull, the water level crept higher toward your ankles.

“Bucky,” you gasped, lifting your foot. “Bucky! Look down!”

Bucky glanced down, that impish grin stripped off his features as he lifted his boot, now dampened with water. “Shit.”

Your eyes flickered in a panic around you. The dock looked tiny in the distance. The shoreline was far away—way further than the promised a hundred yards. In the middle of your conversation, Bucky had kept driving obliviously and you were now stranded right in the deep center of the lake.

“Bucky, we’re too far out!” you shrieked as you lifted your knees to your chest, trying to keep your feet out of the freezing water.

The bilge was filling fast, making the boat feel heavy and sluggish.

“Turn it around!” you urged.

“I’m trying—” Bucky grabbed the lever, but the moment he shifted it into reverse to swing the boat around, the engine made a startling noise with a sputter that choked on the rising water. And died.

“Shit. It’s not turning—can you swim?” He met you in the center of the boat, where it rocked dangerously, and he grabbed your wrist.

“Oh, God,” you felt your heart race in horror. Being stranded in the middle of a lake with no life vest was a far reach from your usual swimming capabilities that only belonged in a swimming pool.

“Bucky—I don’t know how—”

“It’s okay,” he tried to reassure you, grabbing both your wrists, which only caused you to panic even more. “Just hold still—”

He tried to widen his stance to keep his balance, but your flailing caused him to hiss impatiently, pulling you closer to his chest with a harsh and sudden tug.

He was strong—strong enough to cause you to collide into his chest, and without the engine running to keep the boat steady, the sudden movement tipped the vessel. The momentum caused you to fall over, bringing Bucky down with you.

A shriek managed to escape your lips before you were engulfed completely under the freezing lake water.

You flailed your arms, trying to figure out which way was up. Bucky found your wrists again, pulling you upward with him as your head broke the surface. You gasped for air, blinking the dirty lake water out of your eyes.

“I got you—I got you, okay? Just stay with me,” he reassured, his deep and asserting voice overriding your panic momentarily as his long, dark hair hung wet over his gruff face. “Don’t let go.”

You stood in the middle of the first floor bathroom with Bucky. He was frantically rubbing you down with a towel, ruffling your hair into an even wetter mop than it already was as he kept mumbling things about not wanting to get you sick, and how both your father and Steve would kill him if he did.

“I’ll be okay, Bucky,” you grabbed the towel from his hands, pausing him. “You need to take care of yourself too. You’re drenched.”

“Right. Well, I was only able to find one towel in here—” He started browsing through the other cabinets, his large hands shifting through expired bottles and dusty toiletries out of the way.

As he rummaged deeper, his movements started to slow.

Hidden behind a stack of old soap bars was a small, dusty bottle of vanilla perfume and a faded pink hair ribbon—things left abandoned by Rebecca years ago, who was… no longer around to use them.

His shoulders dropped as he just stood there, staring at them.

You frowned softly, watching the change in his expression. “Are you okay?”

He closed the cabinet door slowly and shrugged, trying to shake it off, but there was no use. “I couldn’t find another towel, so I’ll just air dry.” He answered instead.

Your frown deepened as the water droplets from his hair hit the cold tile floor.

He was soaked from head to toe, and he was shivering. You knew there might have been a spare towel somewhere in the house, but you knew Bucky didn’t want to look. It had been clear that there weren’t any signs of life in this house after his sister’s passing up until now, and if he got shaken up from just seeing the perfume bottle and hair tie alone, then you could only imagine what he’d go through if he walked through the rest of the house.

“Don’t be stupid,” you murmured softly, gathering the damp towel and pressing it against his hair.

Bucky went still, his breath hitching as you began to dry his wet strands. You wiped the back of his neck, then moved down to gently dab at his broad shoulders and the damp fabric of his shirt.

“You should take your shirt off,” you explained. “You’ll get sick.”

He huffed a short laugh, glancing subtly over his shoulder down at you. “I could say the same thing to you, but that’d be inappropriate.”

Pausing, you quickly glanced down at yourself and realized just how inappropriate this already was—even with your shirt still on.

Your white cotton tank top was soaked right through, your cold and perky nipples poking against the fabric obscenely. Your shorts, completely damp, clung tightly to the curves of your body, riding up as water drippled down your thighs.

The entire sight was improper, and you were sure Bucky was thinking the same thing—he just didn’t want to address it.

Slowly, he turned around to face you, his hands finding your wrists and gently catching them to stop you.

“Thank you for riding the boat with me,” he murmured, gently guiding your hand with the towel over his damp and stubbled cheek.

Your breath shuddered. Bucky—your dad’s friend, who was usually always walking around with grumpy frown lines and his arms crossed—looked so utterly small and vulnerable in the small space of this cold bathroom.

“Of course,” you whispered.

Bucky’s grip on your wrists loosened, his large hands sliding slowly up your forearms, past your elbows, until they found comfort on your waist.

Even though he was drenched, his hands felt warm against your skin. Pulling you closer, his thumb brushed against the bare skin of your hip bones where your tank top had rose up.

“Every time I leave town, my mind always screams at me—telling me to come back to one thing,” he spoke quietly, his eyes tracing the vulnerable column of your neck. “Not even to your dad, or to Steve, or even… this house.”

He stepped closer, one strong leg finding its way between yours as he pushed you gently back against the sink’s counter.

“But to you. Isn’t that so wrong of me?”

You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until you found out he was actually waiting for an answer.

“I don’t see how that can be wrong,” you spoke, more timidly than you’d like. “We’re like family, aren’t we?”

Bucky’s brows furrowed so deep it should’ve scared you.

“That’s what makes it so wrong,” he murmured, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, letting his thumb glide over the curve. “Because I have these thoughts—thoughts a man like me shouldn’t have for a girl like you. Like how badly I want to kiss you.” Bucky rasped, his voice conflicted as he pulled you closer against him, until no space was left. “I know I shouldn’t. But hell, everything in my body is telling me to.”

The look in his eyes matched the conflict he poured into every single word.

His hands held you tight, keeping you trapped between the counter and his body, but the look in his eyes was begging himself to let you go.

You knew you shouldn’t encourage this. You knew this wasn’t right.

And yet…

You reached up, your fingers tangling into the wet strands of his hair, and pulled him down and met his lips with yours.

The gasp that caught in his throat was overcome by the warm sensation of your mouth. Shock paralyzed him, but the longer he felt your lips press against his, he lost all the resolve that was screaming at him to stop.

Bucky took the control he wanted to have over you for a long time. His hands gripped your waist, meeting your first gentle kiss with a rough, demanding one. He slipped his tongue in as he lifted your body up until you were sitting right on the edge of the sink counter. He stepped closer, forcing your legs to open and let him in.

He didn’t want this moment to slip away, or even grace you with the opportunity to change your mind. His hands explored all over your body, large palms sliding to cup the curve of your ass, rocking the erection that grew in his pants within seconds just from being close to you.

“Fuck—we shouldn’t do this,” he rasped against your lips before pulling away to catch his breath. “We shouldn’t—shit—”

“I don’t care,” you whimpered, your pleading eyes meeting his hungry ones. “I want this.”

A dark, raspy chuckle left his lips. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

His mouth trailed down your jawline to bury his face in the crook of your neck. He bit and suckled at your sensitive skin, making you arch your back as his hot breath and wet tongue sent shivers straight down your spine. His hands slid up, fingers hooking under the hem of your soaked white tank top and pushing the fabric up until it was bunched beneath your chin.

You shuddered as the cold air hit your skin. Bucky’s eyes were dark and hungry, staring at the water dripping down between your breasts like a taunt.

“Christ, look at you. Looking like every man’s dream,” he groaned, greedy hands coming up to cup your tits before pressing both of them together. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

He leaned down to capture one cold, perky nipple between his lips. He swirled his tongue around the peak, sucking it deep into his mouth with a tug that had your fingers gripping his shoulders in pleasure, your hips rolling up against the bulge of his lower stomach as you filled the bathroom with the slutty sounds of your breath.

You arched your back, tugging at his hair while his tongue feverishly licked and sucked at the sensitive bud. While his mouth gave its attention to one nipple, his rough fingers would play with the other. Then he would switch between the two, giving your body all the love he knew it was lacking.

Bucky pulled his face away with a wet pop of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting to your chest as he licked his lips clean.

“This… this is so wrong,” his words drifted uselessly in the air as he broke the space again, his nose to your neck as his tongue found something new to play with.

His warm mouth danced around the skin of your neck, sucking, biting, and groaning with every nibble.

He was sure to leave marks, but you didn’t have the strength to tell him to stop—you didn’t want him to.

“Keep going,” you said breathlessly, your head rolling to the side while he made love to your neck and memorized your body with his hands. “Don’t stop, Bucky—”

Suddenly, all the tension in the room shifted into something far more wicked than what was transpiring between you and Bucky.

The door slammed open, hard enough that the knob left an indent on the wall, and right there, standing in the doorframe, was Steve—who had once been holding the brand new bilge pump that had fallen and hit the floor.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

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"I've got eyes on target, moving south." Jake said, looking through the high tech, thermal binoculars as he laid flat on the ground at the edge of the mountain top, looking down at the town below.

"Stay on him." Clay ordered, "We need to see where he's going."

"No problem bo..." Jake began before his nostrils flared and his cock twitched in his pants, body flooding with something he couldn't put a name on, as the most amazing smell filled the air around him, "Oh shit."

"What is it?" Clay asked with concern, stomping across the space between him and Jake.

"What is that?" Jake rasped, dropping the binoculars from his face and taking another deep inhale of the sweet scent.

"What's what?" Clay responded with a raised brow.

"You can't smell that?" Jake breathed, getting up to his feet, sniffing the air around him, "It's incredible. Smells like...oh god...smells like...mate..."

"What?" Clay gasped as Jake continued sniffing the air over the edge of the cliff. "Are you serious?"

Jake couldn't stop breathing the scent in, desperate to follow it, desperate to find his mate, like his instincts were talking for him.

"Jake?" Clay yelled, snapping Jake's attention back to him, as Pooch, Aisha and Cougar ran over to see what was going on.

"Shit, the target?" Jake fumbled, quickly grasping at the binoculars on the floor, realising he'd completely lost track of his mission.

"Forget about the target!" Clay ordered, brows and lips raised in amusement, "Did you say mate? Did you. Jake Jensen. Absolute loser and failure with women. Just say that you smell your mate?"

"Uhh ..yeah I did." Jake said shyly, scratching at the back of his neck, "I think."

The team shared surprised glances between each other while Jake rocked on his feet nervously.

"You think?" Clay responded.

"I mean yeah I can smell someone strong." He shrugged, "Smells like cherries, vanilla, makes me wanna go home, but that home is wherever that smell is. Is that...normal?"

"Well shit Jensen!" Clay exclaimed with a grin, clapping Jake on the shoulder and shaking him as Jake smiled with a blush.

"Congratulations man!" Pooch cheered, whilst Cougar offered Jake a nod of his head.

"New mission fellas," Clay announced, "We're gonna go find Jakey boys mate."

"But..the target..." Jake argued feebly.

"The target can wait! Need to find your mate before she smells you and realises you're a loser. " Clay teased, ruffling Jakes hair, while he batted him away.

"Ha. Funny." Jake deadpanned, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Just kidding buddy, I'm happy for ya." Clay said sincerely before looking at the other losers and clapping his hands together loudly, "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go find Jensen's omega."

The group whooped and cheered as they made quick work of packing up their gear, ready to start a new mission. A mission that would lead to you.

"This way." Jake ordered desperately, hanging his head out of the passenger side window, sniffing the air frantically while Pooch drove, "Shit she's close."

They pulled into a small culdesac, idling along slowly as Jake scented the area. As they pulled up beside one of the large houses, his body stiffened, filled with anticipation and want.

"This is it." He rasped nervously, "This house. Shes here."

Pooch pulled along the curb and Jake jumped out, followed by Clay and Aisha, while the other two watched on from the truck.

They stopped at the gate and Jake's hand stilled on the white picket fence,

"Fuck. Do I look okay?" He rambled, "Do I smell okay? What do I say?"

"He's losing it." Clay smirked in amusement.

"Move out of the way." Aisha scolded, nudging Clay back so she could place a comforting hand on Jake's arm as he looked longingly at your front door. "Hey, Jake?"

"Yeah." He grumbled.

"Calm down okay." Aisha coaxed softly, "You're gonna do great, she's your mate, she's gonna love you. Just be yourself."

"Right. Myself." Jake mumbled to himself, "I can do that. Sure. Here goes nothing."

He pushed the gate open while Clay and Aisha watched on proudly from the opening like adoring parents.

His hands shook and his heartbeat quickened the closer he got to the door, your scent luring him in like a siren.

His fist raised and he shook his head, scolding himself for being so nervous. He was an alpha, he could do this, he'd told himself.

The knock vibrated through the door and Jake waited with bated breath as he heard the sounds of small feet scampering along wooden floors, before the latch clicked.

Meanwhile you had been restless all day, your neck had been throbbing right over the spot where mating glands appear and you felt like lightning had shot through your whole body, like it knew something was coming.

When the door rattled later on that day, your body stilled, eyes widening in fear before a soothing smell permeated the air.

As you inhaled your breath hitched and your throat tightened, a tear slipping over your cheek as the smell of old wood and spice called out to you, mate.

You knew you shouldn't move closer, you knew you should turn around and walk away, but you couldn't stop your feet as they pattered towards the wooden door, towards home.

You shakily pulled on the lock, and opened the door, eyes falling onto the most beautiful man you'd ever seen in your life. From his blond tips and goatee down to his board shorts and flip flops. Everything about him was just.. right, but nothing was ever that simple.

"Hello can I help you?" You squeaked nervously, tamping down the desperate urge to jump into the alphas arms.

"Hi, uhh I'm Jake. Jensen. Jake Jensen." Jake rambled, scratching the back of his neck nervously, as his whole body flooded with warmth at the sound of your voice and the sight of your beauty, "Shit. Sorry I'm nervous. You're beautiful. Fuck."

"Let her talk Jake!" Clay yelled from the gateway and Jake let out a nervous huff of laughter while you watched on with a lump in your throat.

"Sorry. Hi." He repeated shyly, lips curving up into a gorgeous welcoming smile.

"Hi. I don't..." You breathed nervously, suddenly aware of the open street and the rules you'd broken, "You can't be here."

"What?" Jake almost whimpered in dejection from those few words alone.

"You need to leave." You rasped desperately, "Now."

"But..I'm..and you're...I..." Jake mumbled as his eyes narrowed and the smile slipped from his face.

"He'll be home soon, if he smells you..." You pleaded, holding back the tears that threatened to fall, "Please...I can't do this...I have to go."

You slammed the door quickly, quickly closing the lock.

"Well shit." Jake huffed before stomping down the path with his head lowered.

"What happened?" Clay asked, worry painting his face.

"She told me to leave." Jake muttered.

"What?" Aisha gasped in shock, following behind him as he made his way back to the van.

"Yeah. I dunno." He muttered shakily, "She seemed scared. Could smell it on her."

"Scared of you?" Clay queried with a raised brow.

"I dunno. But I don't think I wanna give up." Jake sighed, "Sorry. I know that sounds stupid."

"Not stupid Jake." Aisha comforted.

"They got a hotel round here?" Clay asked, directing his attention to Pooch and Cougar.

"Two blocks away, four rooms, already on it." Pooch confirmed, not even glancing up from the phone in his hand as he typed away.

"Thanks guys." Jake smiled sadly.

"No problem," Clay replied, placing a comforting hand on Jake's shoulder, "We'll figure it out."

You collapsed against the back of the door, breath heaving and heart hammering. You had just seen your mate. Yours. But how?

You'd always been told you wouldn't have one. You were broken, not complete, a worthless omega.

You'd spent your teen life watching from the sidelines as your peers went through puberty, experiencing their first ruts and heats with excitement as they finally found out their designations.

Meanwhile, you were carted around to different doctors by your alpha mother and beta father, having test after test to find out what was wrong.

The results were conclusive, you would never have a heat, you would never get your mating glands, you could never bare pups. Although it had been obvious from your anatomy and profile that you should have presented as omega, it's like your body just stopped there, like it gave up and didn't provide you with anything else, you didn't even have a smell, so how this alpha found you you didn't know.

Your mother and father abandoned you soon after, a broken omega wasn't what they'd dreamt of, didn't fit into your mother's picture perfect life, so at the age of 18, you were on your own.

Now here you were at almost 30 and you were more confused than ever. Why would fate give you a mate only for you to never be good enough, for you to not be able to do what an omega should do for their alpha. The thought alone had your neck pulsing and throbbing once more as you sobbed against the door.

"Honey!" Grant called as he stepped over the threshold of your home.

You quickly tucked the bleach into the cupboard, hoping all your frantic cleaning had been enough to dampen the overwhelming smell of the alpha that had been near your home, despite wanting to soak in his scent.

"Hey, you're home." You smiled feebly as he crossed into the kitchen, his nose wrinkled and a scowl on his face.

"What the fuck is that smell?" He snarled angrily as he crossed the space, wrinkles forming over his hairless head as he continued to scrunch up his face in disgust.

"What smell?" You said anxiously, playing with your shaky hands behind your back as your heart rate accelerated, "I don't smell anything."

"Don't play fucking dumb with me bitch, I smell another alpha." He yelled, stomping over to you and taking your arm in his fist, "You had a man in here?"

"No. I promise I haven't." You began to plead, "There was a guy, he knocked on the door that's it, I sent him away I promise."

"Do you realise how lucky you are that I chose you?" Grant snarled, nose touching yours as he bore down on you, "That I felt sorry for your broken ass and took you in anyway."

"I do." You whimpered, "I know."

You did know how lucky you were. He found you a few years ago and decided to date you despite your flaws, claiming he never wanted kids or the annoying link that came with a mating bond.

He'd had his own bad luck after his own mate rejected him and it felt like fate that you'd met each other at the time.

When his true colours started to show, you made constant excuses for his behaviour blaming yourself for not being good enough, though he made sure to remind you at every opportunity that you were correct and you were lucky to have him.

You'd moved in quickly, after only six months of dating, convinced that he was your only chance, you never imagined that one day you would have a mate of your own, one whom you already felt drawn too, like he could protect you and keep you safe from everyone and everything, including the man now leaving bruises on your arm and frothing at the mouth in temper.

"So why are you lying to me?" He growled, saliva spitting from his mouth, landing on your face.

"I'm not I swear I would never..." You whimpered

His free hand raised, thwacking through the air as his knuckles connected to your cheek with a thud. If it wasn't for his hold on you, you would have probably ended up on the floor.

"Lying fucking bitch!" He yelled while tears began pooling in your eyes and your cheek throbbed, "His smell is all over you!"

"I didn't..I..." You stammered as a lump travelled up your throat, trying desperately to plead your innocence. You knew you never should have opened that door, he didn't like when you did.

"Shut up!" He commanded.

Your jaw snapped shut, body going rigid and tears streaming down your face from the alpha command.

"Better." He growled, "Now get your ass up stairs and present for your alpha. I'm gonna show you just what happens when you let another alpha touch you."

On the other side of town, Jake was pacing back and forth in the hotel bar while most of his teammates sat with their drinks of choice.

"Something's wrong." He muttered, hands gripping his hips, "Clay. Something's wrong. I can feel it. I don't know how but I can."

"Calm down Jensen." Clay responded from his seat, "What do you mean something's wrong?"

Jake shook his head at the ground, feet still moving of their own accord as his body filled with a horrible feeling that he couldn't understand, he just knew he needed to get to you.

"I don't know," He sighed, "I just feel it. She's hurting. She's scared."

"Cougar is on lookout, he'd report if something happened, last we heard she was still at home." Clay attempted to reassure him.

Jake stilled in front of Clay, eyes widened in fear, "I'm telling you clay, something's wrong. We gotta get over there."

"Just...hang on..." Clay ordered softly, pulling his phone from his pocket and quickly pressing it to his ear, "Cougar, do you have eyes on the target?"

"Still at home, no change." Cougar confirmed through the phone.

"See, she's home." Clay sighed at Jake, pressing his lips in a flat line.

"Clay. Please?" Jake pleaded, watching as Clay's resolve snapped and his need to help his teammate and friend took over.

"Fuck fine. Okay." He said with a nod, jumping from his seat before turning to Aisha and Pooch, "Stay here. It's probably nothing. The two of us will go and Cougar will watch our six."

They responded with nods as Jake muttered impatiently to himself, "Okay. Okay. Let's go."

"Jensen. Calm down." Clay said softly, placing his hand on Jake's shoulder as they made their way to the exit of the hotel.

"Calm down." Jake mumbled anxiously, "Right. Yup. On it."

You were curled in a ball on the bed, naked and covered in bruises from the hits you'd taken. Your pussy was sore and leaking with cum while your whole body shook from the fear.

Grant was stood at the end of the bed, tucking his shirt back into his pants with a proud smile on his face whenever he glanced back at your quivering form.

Suddenly your mating gland spot began throbbing again and you jumped when a loud knock resonated from downstairs.

Grant tutted in disapproval before sending a warning snarl your way and heading out of the room.

The knock sounded again and Grant threw the door open, eyes falling on Jake and Clay who stood in the doorway, Clay's hands tucked into his trousers while Jake looked around nervously.

"What do you want?" He snapped, eyes narrowing on the two while his nostrils flared, "Who the hell are you?"

"Hello sir my name is Clay." Clay replied calmly with a smile on his face, "Me and my friend here are new to the neighbourhood and just wanted to introduce ourselves, right Jake?"

"Right, yeah." Jake muttered, glancing behind Grant into the house.

Grant inhaled, eyes zeroing in on Jake as his fists clenched.

"You!" He yelled, pointing a finger in the other alphas face, "You were here earlier!"

"Uhh...well I mean..." Jake stuttered nervously, looking over at Clay for support, as he tried to work out how to play the scenario out.

"You the one sniffing near my woman?" Grant snarled.

"Your woman?" Jake said back with an underbite of something possessive and angry at the new information.

"Yeah, my fucking woman!" Grant continued.

"Well funny story," Clay chuffed, "Jensen here is actually her mate, so if you don't mind we'd just like to talk to her, check she's okay."

"Mate?" Grant snorted in amusement, "She can't have a mate."

"What do you mean?" Jake replied in confusion.

"Ha!" Grant laughed loudly, "You think you're gonna come here and find some perfect omega to take away and cherish? Sorry to disappoint you but she's a mess, she's broken, incomplete."

Jake's fists began to clench, body tightening as Grant spoke so unkindly about his mate, the woman he already couldn't stop thinking about.

"No mating glands, no smell, never had a heat." Grant continued with a smirk, "She's useless. Can't even do what an omega should. She's lucky I took pity on her ass."

"Stop." Jake muttered before narrowing his eyes on Grant and deepening his tone, "Stop talking about her like that."

"What? You defending her already?" Grant scoffed, "Trust me when you know how pathetic she is you won't want her either."

You whimpered in pain on the bed as your body began to convulse. Pain seared through your bones, neck throbbing and body weakening, something was wrong, something more than just the bruises you'd been left with.

"What the fuck? Is she okay?" Jake yelled, hearing your cries from the upstairs of the home, "Let me see her!"

He attempted to step inside the door, only to be pushed back by the other alpha harshly.

"Stay the fuck out of my house. She's fine." Grant sneered, "Just got taught a lesson about letting other alphas near her."

"You fucking asshole!" Jake yelled angrily, instincts going haywire that his mate needed him, that he needed to protect her.

There was no warning before the first crack of Jake's fist landed across Grant's jaw, forcing him to stumble back into the home.

Grant let out an angry snarl before launching himself back at the other man, punching him in the stomach. Jake retaliated in kind, unleashing his fists onto the other man as he continued to try and gain access to the house.

You heard the commotion between the waves of nausea and dizziness, slowly making your way to the stairs where your eyes fell on the scene of the brawl on the lower floor.

"Grant." You whimpered.

All of a sudden, three sets of eyes snapped to you, bodies stilling as they watched your body turn white.

"Something's wrong." You whispered before you collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Your eyes flickered open, pain throbbing through your core and a dull ache on your neck. When they focused, you looked around the sterile room as your heart hammered in fear, confusion filling your mind as you recalled being at home and now you were somewhere else entirely.

You looked to the side, suddenly noticing a figure sitting on a chair a couple of feet away, blonde hair running through thick fingers while his elbows rested on his knees.

You cleared your throat dryly and Jake's head raised, eyes snapping to yours and relief washing through his body.

"Hey, you're awake." He said as the tension dropped from his shoulders.

He quickly shuffled his chair closer to the bed and took your hand in his, pleased when you didn't try to shrug him off.

You felt the roughness of his hands against your own and a blush rose up your chest.

"What happened?" You rasped, "Where's Grant?"

"Far away from here if he knows what's good for him." Jake scoffed with a furrow in his brow, as his thumb rubbed gently over your knuckles.

"What do you mean?" You whimpered in confusion.

"Sweetheart....Shit sorry." He mumbled to himself before turning to you with a serious expression, "But listen. You're my mate, mine. I'm not gonna stand by and watch that man beat you to death. I had to get rid of him, to keep you safe. You're mine and I want you, if you'll have me."

"You don't understand." You sniffed as a tear fell onto your cheek, "I'm not.. I'm not right."

As much as you wanted to be free from Grant, to fall into the arms of this alpha who looked at you like you hung the moon, you knew he didn't understand how wrong he was about you, you weren't right for him.

"I know about your problems." He admitted and your eyes widened in surprise, mouth dropping open as he continued, "I know and I don't care. I want you and I'll never treat you like that. I promise."

You felt a sob rip through your chest. Could you really be with your mate, could he really look past everything and take you as you were, could you be free?

"Okay..." You whispered shyly.

"Okay?" Jake repeated, lips curling up into a grin.

You nodded, blush spreading across your cheeks before your brows furrowed once more, mind racing over everything that had happened.

"How...how did you find me?" You asked curiously.

"Smelt you a mile away." Jake grinned, "I knew right then I had to find you."

"You...you smelt me..." You gasped in surprise, "But I..I don't..."

The door to your room swung open and a short beta man in a white coat walked in, clipboard in hand and a friendly smile on his face.

"Good morning, you're awake, fantastic." The doctor beamed as he crossed the space, stopping in front of the bed.

Jake's hand clutched supportively on your hand as you both looked up at the doctor with worry placing your brows.

"We found the cause of the collapse." He began, "Thankfully none of your injuries are life threatening, just bruising."

"So what happened?" You rasped nervously.

"Your body was flooded with hormones, it overtook your whole system and it was a lot to take at once." He replied, flicking the paper on the clipboard with a hum.

You only grew more confused at what the doctor was saying.

"Hormones? I don't..." You mumbled.

"Yep." The doctor smiled, "I looked over your file. Seems your last doctor was wrong, you are a perfectly healthy omega, just a late bloomer it seems. Something must have happened because it's all kicking in at once."

Jake gaped at the doctor wide eyed, flicking back to your confused expression.

"Kicking in?" You replied with a squirm.

"Yep, your glands have come in," He nodded, pointing to your neck, "Practically overnight and you are in the early stages of your first heat."

"What? Heat?" You panicked suddenly, completely overwhelmed and confused, "But I can't...I don't..."

"Doctor. I think..maybe this is a bit overwhelming..." Jake interrupted, squeezing your hand in his once more, immediately helping to calm you, "Could you slow it down a bit?"

"Right of course." The doctor sighed with a caring smile, "Has anything changed recently in your life? Anything big?"

You looked back at Jake, heart warming at just the mere sight of him and swallowed thickly.

"I'm her mate." Jake nodded, "We just met."

"That'll do it." The doctor chuckled, "It seems that the introduction of your mate has triggered your hormones to finally do what they are supposed to do."

It couldn't be could it? All you needed all this time was Jake.

"Really?" You squeaked.

"Yes, your glands are now fully formed and you are in the first stage of coming into heat." The doctor repeated more clearly and slowly this time.

"I'm not...broken?" You whispered, feeling Jake's hand clutch tightly around yours.

"You're a perfectly healthy omega and your body is doing all the things it should." The doctor said softly.

You let out a whimper as tears began to trickle down your cheeks, but not from fear, for the first time in so long, there were tears of real joy.

"Do you have somewhere safe you can go to make it through your heat?" The doctor asked and your gaze snapped to his.

"I...I don't.." You panicked, remembering that your home wasn't your home anymore.

"You can stay with me." Jake offered shyly, "If you want. I mean..you don't have too."

"Yes. Please." You gasped without a second's thought, knowing your alpha would keep you safe.

"Okay." Jake smiled, "Then you will."

"Okay wonderful," The doctor said happily, "Well in that case I just have some paperwork for you to sign and you're free to go."

"Okay, I have my shirts, some blankets, hot water bottle, water, snacks, a couple new stuffies, we've got the fan if you get too hot, the heater if you get too cold, the TV if you get bored." Jake reeled off nervously, looking around the secure hotel room while you sat back on the bed, watching him with a smile tugging at your lips, "Shit is that everything..."

"Jake." You called out.

"Yeah?" He sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he continued cataloguing the items he'd prepared for you.

"You need to relax." You chuffed.

"I'm sorry." He said, exhaling a breath before finally looking back at you, body softening at the sight of your smile, "I just...I want everything to be perfect for you, I wanna make sure you have everything you could possibly need so you're comfortable and happy."

"You've done more for me in the last day than anyone else has my whole life." You responded shyly.

"I would do anything for you." Jake replied without skipping a breath, like it was the most obvious statement in the world, while tears pooled in your eyes, "And I'm sorry no one else did."

"It's not your fault." You sniffed, swiping your tears away with your fingers.

"Well I'm here now." He said crossing the space, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing his hand in yours, "You're my mate, I'll always take care of you."

You lept forward, throwing your arms around his neck and settling yourself in his lap. You buried your head against his soft shirt, inhaling his soothing scent with a content hum.

Jake's eyes widened in surprise but he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against him whilst savouring how right it felt to have you there.

You pulled your head back, looking deep into Jake's eyes, seeing nothing but care, admiration and something soft and deeper. Everything about him screamed safety and you could already feel your stomach tightening at the mere sight of him.

Jake's throat bobbed as he gazed back at you, palms twitching against your waist like he was holding himself back.

"Can I...can I kiss you?" He whispered softly, "Is that okay?"

You mewled deep in your throat at the request, breath caught in your lungs.

"Please." You gasped.

He breached the gap calmly, gently pressing his lips to yours and sighing into the kiss, pressing your body tightly against his chest. A quiet whimper broke from your throat at the feel of his plush lips on yours and you clutched your arms tightly around his neck.

Your lips began working against eachother slowly, soft flesh parting as you swallowed eachothers gasps before his tongue carefully slid into your mouth.

You let out a low hum as you finally got a proper taste of him, minty and fresh and so perfect. You pressed your tongue against his, grinding down in his lap as the kiss became hungrier and you felt slick leak into your panties.

"Mmm baby..." Jake mumbled against your lips, before pulling back with a pant, "Your heats starting."

"How do you know?" You asked breathlessly, eyes wide and face flushed from your make out session.

"I can smell it, fuck." Jake groaned in a low tone, "Maybe I shouldn't be here, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. You smell so good already."

His arms began to slip from around you, attempting to let you up so he could give you space.

"So don't." You breathed, holding him tighter so he wouldn't let you go .

"Okay," He sighed with a sullen nod, "I'll go but you call me if you need any..."

"Jake, I meant don't control yourself." You smiled softly at his misinterpretation, "I want you to be here, I want to do this together."

"Fuck, are you sure?" He gasped, eyes searching your own for any sign of nerves or hesitance, for any sign that you weren't truly ready to be his.

"I am." You replied confidently.

"Okay." Jake grinned, "Then we're doing this."

An hour later you were laid back on the bed as painful cramps tore through your stomach in relentless waves.

You were surrounded by Jake's scent, his shirts lying around you like a protective barrier, while the man himself paced back and forth at the end of the bed like he was holding onto the last of his self restraint.

"Oh god. It hurts so bad." You whined, writhing around while sweat pooled on your brow.

"It's okay baby I got you." Jake said softly, despite the tick in his jaw and his rock hard cock pressing into his shorts, "What do you need? More water? I can get you a cold towel or a..."

"Need you Jake." You pleaded up at him with wide, water filled eyes, "Please."

"Fuck. Yes. Okay." He muttered, tearing his clothes from his body before they could glue themselves to his skin and he thudded over to the bed, "I'm coming. I'll look after you."

He crawled into bed next to you, cock pressing hard and weeping against your thigh. His lips crazed the skin of your neck while his fingertips brushed along your thigh, gently tickling over your slick clit.

The small contact alone had a breath of relief leaving your lungs and you bucked your hips up to get more.

"Does that feel okay?" He whispered against your neck.

"More Jake, need more." You whined desperately, bucking your hips again.

"Okay I got you baby." Jake said with a smirk at your desperation, "Here you go."

He slipped two fingers over your pussy lips before pushing them straight into your core, while you let out a satisfied groan, releasing more slick over his knuckles.

"Oh god." You groaned, back arching to chase the pleasure.

"There we go, that feel better baby?" Jake purred as he worked his fingers in and out of you, "You're sucking my fingers all the way up in there."

"Mmm so good." You moaned, loving the way he scissored his fingers inside of you, getting you ready to take his cock.

You'd never felt anything like it, never enjoyed sex, never got slick, never felt pleasure, you just did it to keep Grant happy. Now you understood what you'd been missing as Jake drove you towards the edge of an abyss you were desperate to disappear into.

Jake slipped another finger into your core, watching with darkened eyes and his mouth agape as you gushed around his hand, submitting to the pleasure only he could give you.

"Alpha." You gasped and Jake groaned deep in his throat, cock leaking over your thigh.

"What is it omega?" He purred lowly, "Tell me what you need."

"Need your knot alpha, please." You whined impatiently.

Jake's last shred of restraint snapped and his fingers left you the second the words left your lips.

He hovered over you, arms braced either side of your head and looking down at you like a man who'd been starved for years and you were the first morsel of food he'd seen.

"Last chance to back out baby, if you want me to stop." He offered with a ragged breath.

"Please alpha." You whimpered with a pout.

He surged down onto you, slipping his tongue straight into your throat as you gasped and he rutted his cock against your folds, nudging your clit.

You moaned against him, feeling his lips curve up into a smile.

When the head of his cock pushed through your folds, your lips parted from each other's while you let out a loud groan at the stretch, the girth of him like nothing you'd ever felt but so perfect.

"Fuck 'mega." He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking your hps in his strong palms.

With a few incredibly sensational thrusts, he buried himself inside of you, letting out a satisfied breath of relief when his cock was fully seated inside your wet cavern.

You could only mewl, whimper and moan as he began a fast pace with his hips, pistoning himself inside of you and slamming against your cervix.

"Gonna fill you up 'mega, gonna take my knot so good." He groaned into your skin.

Every slam of his hips sent you closer and closer to the edge, bliss just a stones throw away. You threw your arms around his back, clinging onto him like you were afraid to let go of the one thing keeping you anchored to earth.

"Gonna mate you 'mega, gonna claim you." Jake continued in a lust fueled rant, as he too was overtaken by the sexual bliss your cunt was providing him.

"Please alpha." You whined, "Wanna be yours."

Jake's head snapped back, staring you directly in the eyes as his breath left his lungs.

"You really want that?" He gasped almost shyly, despite currently dominating every part of you.

"Yeah," You breathed back, "I want too Jake, I wanna be yours."

"Oh fuck." He groaned happily, shoving his face back into your neck as he rutted harder and faster before, knot beginning to swell inside of you, stretching you in the way only he could.

A few moments later, you let out a cry of pleasure, when Jake's teeth grazed against your mating gland, before sinking in slowly.

Your cunt pulsed at the sensation, body filling with his essence, with everything that was him, his safety, his care, his strength, his love.

Your coil snapped and your pussy clamped down on his cock as the blissful high washed over your body.

Jake's cock twitched in response, knot full and locking inside you as he reached his own orgasm and began filling you with ropes and ropes of warm alpha come.

Electricity zipped through your spine, brain fuzzing and ears warming as your orgasm rushed through you, eliminating all of the pain you had been experiencing not long before.

When it washed over you, you slumped back against the mattress, panting heavily, eyes glazed with happiness.

Jake released your skin from his teeth, carefully lapping up the small pool of blood before placing a tender kiss against your mating gland.

His cock stayed nestled inside you, locking you together while he continued to fill you with his seed.

"You okay?" He whispered, placing a palm along your jaw softly.

"More than okay." You smiled, "Better than I've ever been."

Everything tag - @late-to-the-party-81

@the-wandering-wonder @rnurse-kole @chemtrails-club @marvelgurl

GENERAL EVENT DETAILS

When: August 15-18 *Writing challenge submissions will be accepted through the end of August (or later if needed).

How to Participate: 

🎁 Birthday Gifts aka the writing challenge 🎉 Party Favors aka Submit Your Superior AI Custom Order

🎁 BIRTHDAY GIFTS (AKA THE WRITING CHALLENGE) 🎁

Rules for Fic Entries:

500 word minimum, 5,000 word max. (Please put your story under a cut after 150 words.)

Original works only. If your story is part of a series, it must be able to be read as a standalone piece.

Please tag me @stargazingfangirl18 when posting your story.

Include the tag #happy birthday siri 2026 on the original post of your fic (not on reblogs or reblog replies, please.)

Any genre accepted! Can be fluff, angst, smut, comedy, AU, dark, soft!dark, whatever you want.

Please stick to the CE characters listed below, and no RPF.

Reader insert stories only. LGBTQ+, BIPOC, & interracial stories are welcome and encouraged!

No toilet stuff, no necrophilia, no snuff, or bestiality. Non-con and dub-con must fall within commonly posted dark fics. (FYI: I personally don’t read daddy kink, mommy kink, spit kink, lactation kink, harsh degradation, dumbification, or anything focusing on health/illnesses/medical details/scenarios.) 

Please include warnings as needed for explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, dub-con, dark fic, trigger warnings, 18+, etc.

Odds & Ends:

Each writer can submit a maximum of 3 stories.

Writers DO NOT need to claim prompts.

Smut writers and characters must be 18+.

Writers can also submit a Superior AI Custom Order but please keep it to one submission per person.

You do not need to write smut, I know it’s not everyone’s jam. 

I reserve the right to not read or reblog anything that makes me uncomfortable.

Writing Challenge Babes & Prompts

BABES

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bryce Langley

Cole Turner

Curtis Everett

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Lloyd Hansen

Pete Brenner

Ransom Drysdale

Reverend Drew

Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy)

Steve Rogers

PROMPTS

Pick at least 1 prompt. You can pick more than 1, and you don’t need to claim prompts:

SCENARIOS:

Being a predatory babe’s prey (in a sexy way, not a hungry way lolll)

Sweet and/or Vulnerable!Reader x Scary!Hot!Babe

Being blackmailed by someone unlikely 

Scary babe is only soft with you

Commitment phobe!babe is high key obsessed with you

A titillating encounter with a monster!babe

You’re an actual human disaster, but soft!dark babe finds it charming

Emotional constipation

Making a deal with the devil

Meet!oops or fail

Sacrificing yourself to a dangerous babe to save someone else

Being betrayed by someone you trust

DIALOGUE:

“I was just going to punish you, but now? Now I’m going to annihilate you.”

“Oh my god, how can someone be so fucking oblivious?!”

“You have no idea what your scent does to me.”

“That’s it! I’m done! No more adulting, no more responsibilities, no more anything! We’re just going to lay here and cuddle and hide from the rest of the world.”

 “You picked the wrong man to steal from.”

“I have no idea what the future holds, but what I do know is that I want you by my side for every second of it.”

“I’ve never had someone so innocent, but by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be as corrupted as me.”

“Did you just… propose to me?”

“You know I reward loyalty and good work, and I thought she would make such a sweet, pretty gift.”

“Please, just give me one more chance. I know I can be better, for you. I would do anything for you.”

“The only thing you have to offer that’s of any interest to me is that sweet, warm place between your legs. So strip and show me just how badly you need my help.”

“I know I’m the last person you want to see right now, but we really need to talk.” 

KINKS:

Breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)

Size kink

Praise kink

Somnophilia

Prone bone

Squirting

Manhandling

Oral sex (f receiving)

Anal play/sex

Overstimulation 

Monster fucking 

Creampie

TROPES:

Omegaverse

Mob AU

Good girl x bad boy

Biker AU

Delulu babe or Reader

Mercenary AU

Human disaster!Reader or babe

Conqueror AU

Friends to lovers

Sugar daddy/baby AU

Guard dog!Babe

CEO AU

🎉 PARTY FAVORS (AKA SUBMIT YOUR SUPERIOR AI CUSTOM ORDER) 🎉

Rules for Submission:

Submissions will only be accepted during the event dates of August 15-18. Those sent before or after those dates will be discarded. 

You must submit your order by sending me an ask that answers the questions below.

There is a limit of 1 submission per person (please respect this limit, even if you request on anon; I don’t want to be overwhelmed or stressed).

Odds & Ends:

If you’re new to my Superior AI verse, you can check it out here.

Even if your babe of choice isn’t an AI in my verse, you can still request them for your custom order. Think of these resulting drabbles as AU :) 

I may not get to every submission within the event timeframe, but I’ll try my best to answer all of them eventually, so please be patient.

Submit Your Superior AI Custom Order Form

Send me an ask with the following info, and I will write a (likely AU) Superior AI verse drabble starring the CE!babe of your choice! I’ve written these questions in one paragraph to make it easier for you to copy/paste, but you can space them out when you send your ask. Thank you! 

Superior AI Custom Order Request: 1) Your CE!babe of choice (If you’d rather I pick the babe for you, let me know). 2) What are the top 3 reasons why you are ordering an AI? 3) Soft, soft!dark, or dark? 4) Smut or no smut?

Thank youuu. But also, happy birthday to me 🫠 lolll.

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Tagging some fellow hoes who may be interested or want to signal boost the event, no pressure though! (Sorry if I forgot anyone, I’m awful at tagging lol.) ❤️

"Oh god baby, you're gonna have to stop." Bucky rasped as you ground yourself down on his lap.

You were still fully clothed, both of you caught up in the moment the second your lips pressed against each other's for the first time.

The pining had gone on too long, building up into something uncontrollably feral and tonight both of your resolves had snapped.

The problem with that kind of gut wrenching tension that burns in your very core like an active volcano, is that within minutes of your covered cunt making contact with his rock hard cock hidden beneath his dark jeans, he was ready to bust.

He inwardly cursed himself for having the restraint of a prepubescent teenager before finding the courage to ask you to stop, to slow down so that he didn't disappoint you after all this time. He should have known that you would never see it that way, you weren't like that.

"You okay?" You asked, with worry laced between your brows as you stopped your movements and pulled back to search his face.

"Yeah I'm fine. This is great, really." He replied with a hitch in his throat, tightening his palms against your hips in fear you would just jump off him and leave, "I just...fuck...you feel too good sweetheart...I don't think I'll last if you keep moving on me like that."

"That's so hot." You breathed as you stared back at him, watching his features change from worry to amusement in mere seconds.

"Hot? Sweetheart I'm about to bust in my jeans without getting my cock anywhere near you and you think that's hot?" He said in amusement, lip twitching at the corner as you nodded with a wide grin.

"Do I think it's hot..." You breathed, dipping back down to suck on his ear love, hearing him groan low in his chest, hips bucking up into you involuntarily, "That you're so attracted to me, that just me sitting on you can make you cum."

He inhaled a deep breath, voice catching in his throat as you began grinding your core against him once more, placing kisses along his stubbled jaw and neck before nibbling at the skin.

"Fuck baby." Bucky groaned, feeling his cock twitch under you, the pressure of your body on his pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"It's okay Bucky," You moaned into his neck, feeling arousal pool in your panties from his desperation and the feel of his body against yours, "Let me make you feel good."

"God, you are baby. Feels so good." He groaned, tilting his hips up to meet your pelvis once more and making you let out an involuntary pleasurable gasp at the contact.

You pulled back, your own eyes flicking between his deep blue orbs as his mouth hung agape, small groans slipping from between the flesh as you moved your body over his, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"You're mine now, you know that right." Bucky whispered up at you, adoration filling his gaze.

"All yours bucky, I've always been yours." You whimpered.

He slipped one hand up your spine until it rested between your shoulders and he pushed your body into his, pressing his lips against yours with a satisfied hum.

His groans got louder in your mouth, hips getting more desperate as your tongue melded to his and you let out your own mewls and whimpers, clutching desperately at his shoulders to make sure this was real, this was finally happening.

Bucky gasped, hands twitching were they splayed and head pulling back to stare in your eyes as his cock juddered, spilling warm ropes of cum into his underwear.

You worked him through it, pressing soft kisses to his cheek, jaw and lips while he came down from his high, before you finally stilled and he pulled you against him, cuddling you against his chest.

You sighed against him with a soft smile, burying your face into the crook of his neck, feeling his chest move up and down as his breathing steadied.

"Fuck." He murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead, "That was..."

"Long overdue." You whispered happily.

"I owe you one now sweetheart." He promised with a smirk, "Fuck I owe you as many orgasms as you can handle."

You giggled against him, feeling his lips curve into a wide smile against your skin before they pursed and pressed a long drawn out kiss there.

His palms rubbed the length of your back, body's fitting together like they always should have.

"We've got all the time in the world." He whispered, pressing another kiss to your scalp, "Always gonna be yours sweetheart, always."

Everything tag - @late-to-the-party-81

@the-wandering-wonder @rnurse-kole @chemtrails-club @marvelgurl

SS Tag - @buckysdecaflove

It had been a hell of a party, celebrating your latest victory at Avengerz HQ with your teammates.

Yelena had convinced you to go against her in a drinking contest and you had no idea why you thought agreeing to go up against a russian was a good idea.

Now you were stumbling through the Avengerz compound with Bucky's arm around your waist as he guided you to your room, insisting you were too drunk and he wanted to make sure you got back safely.

His earthy smell was all around you, making you intoxicated from his proximity as well as the alcohol coursing through your veins and you could feel the heat pulsing beneath his palm on your waist while you drunkenly rambled at him.

"I feel bad for you ya know?" You mumbled.

Bucky glanced over at you, brow raised in confusion at your sudden change of topic. How the conversation went from grumpy cat to him, he'd never know.

"You do?" He replied.

"Uh huh." You shrugged simply, as though the statement was completely obvious, missing the way his face dropped, mind running straight to the most obvious thing.

He hated that you felt that way, that you pitied what had happened to him. He didn't want your pity, he didn't want you to feel bad on his behalf.

"Right. Of course." He mumbled, pressing his lips together.

"No Bucky no!" You moaned as you looked up at his sad little pout, "Don't pull a sad face. Some regular non super human people can't get drunk either."

"That's what you're talking about?" He grunted back.

"Uh huh." You nodded as you continued wobbling forward, "Being drunk is great."

"I'm not sure you'll be saying that tomorrow." He said, the corner of his lips tugging up in amusement.

"Pshhh, live in the now Bucky." You grinned animatedly, "Now is great."

"It sure is." He smiled back, looking over your blushed face longer than a friend should.

"God you're so muscly." You said suddenly, pulling him from his thoughts as you stopped before him and grabbed his bicep.

"You know I'm a super soldier right?" He smirked.

"Mmm..." You nodded, running your palm along the length of his arm with your tongue slowly swiping your lower lip.

"Sweetheart?" Bucky laughed and your face snapped back to his, a deeper crimson flush spreading over your cheeks.

"Oh hey, sorry." You mumbled, "I was just looking."

"Just looking, right." He teased before placing his arm back around your waist and pushing you along the corridor, back on track.

"I wanna lick em." You mumbled to yourself.

"Lick what?" Bucky grinned and you looked back up at him with wide eyes.

"Your muscles." You shrugged, "They look lickable, you're very lickable."

"Okay, sure." He smiled.

"If I lick it, is it mine?" You smiled playfully.

"What?" He mused as you reached your door, quickly pushing it open to get you into to your room.

"You never saw that meme?" You asked as he helped you over the threshold and guided you to sit on the edge of your bed.

"What the hell is a meme?" He grimaced, as though the word alone had personally offended him.

You chuckled loudly as he crossed his arms over his chest with a raised brow, "Sometimes I forget you're old."

"You forget." He repeated.

"Yeah cause you're just so you and handsome and sexy and moody." You giggled, "The old is just extra."

"Moody..." He grumbled before his eyes widened, "Wait, did you say sexy?"

"Mmhmmm very sexy." You nodded, dropping back onto your mattress with a dreamy expression on your face, "Sexy and very lickable."

Bucky looked over you with a smile, unable to contain his emotions at the thought of you finding him attractive. If only he had the courage to act on how he felt, to tell you how he felt about you.

"Right, time for bed." Bucky chuckled.

"But Bucky!" You moaned, sitting back up with a pout, "I don't wanna."

"Well you need to sleep." He replied sternly, though the smile remained on his lips.

"You're mean." You sassed like a toddler, folding your arms over your chest.

"Mean, moody, sexy." He shrugged, crossing the room to your chest of drawers to find you something to change into.

"You forgot annoying." You grunted at him.

"I'll add it to the list." He replied, as he dug through the drawer, fitting into your space like he belonged in it.

"Can I have your shirt?" You grinned suddenly.

"My shirt?" He responded, looking back over his shoulder at you with furrowed brows.

"Yeah I wanna sleep in it." You shrugged like it was the obvious answer.

"Why?" He grumbled.

"Cause it'll smell like you and I can pretend you're in bed with me, holding me." You smiled sweetly.

"Sweetheart..." Bucky breathed, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at your statement as he crossed back in front of you, "You're drunk."

"I know that." You pouted, "Doesn't mean I don't want your shirt."

"But you're saying a lot of things you might regret in the morning." He exhaled, running his palm through his hair.

"I've never regretted being in love with you." You said with furrowed brows as Bucky's body froze, "I just wish I could be enough for you too."

"You...you're in love..." He stuttered while you remained completely oblivious to the bombshell you'd just dropped.

"T-shirt!" You whined, extending your arms and flexing your hands to grab at him, "Gimme."

"Fine, fine." He conceded while his heart hammered and his mind raced.

He slipped the T-shirt over his head, passing it over to you and trying to hide his grin when you snatched it from him with a happy squeal.

You raised the fabric to your nose, inhaling deeply with a smile and a sigh, "God you smell so good, like home and sin."

You stumbled onto your feet, attempting to stand and Bucky threw his hand out, catching your elbow to steady you. You suddenly began to slip your own shirt over your body and he spun around so fast he created his own gust of wind.

"I'll just...face...over..yeah..." He swallowed thickly, already cataloguing the small patch of exposed skin he'd seen.

"Wait!" You yelled, stilling your hands.

"What?" Bucky rasped as he turned back to you worriedly, "Are you okay?"

You crossed the small space between you with a mischievous grin and quickly placed your tongue on his exposed chest, trailing it up between the valley of his pecks with a giggle.

"I licked you, so you're mine now." You grinned.

Bucky's mouth was agape, shock painting his features, until it turned into a shy smile, his cheeks and ears tinting red.

"Okay sweetheart." He smiled shyly, before turning back around to let you change.

You slid from your evenings clothes quickly, teetering on your feet like a newborn deer before slipping Bucky's shirt over your head, smiling when it dropped over your ass and you were surrounded in his scent.

You climbed into bed and settled under the duvet with a happy sigh while Bucky turned, assessing you with a nod before heading for the door.

"Bucky?" You called out to him shyly.

"Yeah?" He replied, glancing back at you over his shoulder.

"Will you come see me?" You mumbled, "In the morning? I'll wanna see you but sober me might be too shy to ask."

"Of course." He sighed, "I'll even bring coffee."

"You're the best Bucky." You smiled happily, before sinking further into the mattress, ready for sleep to take you.

"Goodnight sweetheart." Bucky sighed before leaving the room with a smile pulling at his lips.

"Hey you." Bucky grinned as he padded into your room the next morning, extending the to-go cup in his hand, "Coffee."