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lpntld · 11 days ago

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BUCKY BARNES | SEX POLLEN TROPE

main masterlist | note: as the trope includes smut, all of the fics include +18 content. also since at least one party is under the influence of some kind of a chemical, this is dubious content. please proceed with caution and minors dni. enjoy!

toxic heat • bucky barnes x reader | by @nyletac

summary: while waiting for the extraction team after a successful mission, bucky leaves you and runs into a greenhouse room in the mission building with strange plants. accidentally breathing in the gas from the plants he returns to you, but something is off. (smut) (6,4k words)

take you there • bucky barnes x reader | by @heli0s-writes

summary: sam plays a game called fuck or die. it's like he willed it into existence as you and hucky explore the basement of an old hydra lair. (smut, dub-con) (3,8k words)

louder than fear • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @godmadeaterribleerror

summary: missions involving hydra often go very wrong. this is different. this is worse. this is a strange bioweapon, nobody telling you exactly what's wrong, and staring at the ceiling as bucky roars you name. it’s echoing in your brain. and you love him. (smut, light angst) (8,5k words)

lustful agony • bucky barnes x plus size!reader | by @fatecantstopme

summary: after getting hit in the face with a pink dust during a visit to an old hydra lab, you are confused as to what happened. thankfully, your mission partner knows what it is, and thankfully he knows the solution. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, masturbation)

what was rule number #2 again? • tfatws!bucky barnes x reader | by @satinestales

summary: messing around in banner's lab, the night before your mission wasn't as good an idea as you thought, and you begin to question your actions the moment you step out of it. things worsen when you realize the super soldier serum isn't immune to an unknown contagious disease. (smut)

delirium • bucky barnes x reader | by @flowersforbucky

summary: stranded in the middle of the alaskan wilderness with no means of communication after being exposed to a foreign drug, you're reluctant to accept help from the one person who has a shot at saving you. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, angst, friends to lovers, avenger!reader) (4,1k words)

play pretend | part two • bucky barnes x reader | by @wkemeup

summary: when bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help. (smut, dub-con) (7,8k words)

summary of pt.2: in the aftermath of munich, bucky struggles to go back to how things were before. but now that he knows how it is to love you, he's not sure he can. (smut, mutual pining) (5,8k words)

strawberries • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @ellemj

summary: bucky, the man with a long list of girls on his roster, gets exposed to a sex pollen in the field. will he fuck the first girl he calls or the girl he's wanted for the last two months? (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, size kink, fuckboy!bucky) (7,5k words)

does it hurt? | bonus chapter • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @ellemj

summary: bucky never would've gone out of his way to help you if he knew that hydra was still watching his every move, if he knew that it would shift their focus to you. when you're targeted and taken, it's his fault and he'll do anything to save you. anything. (angst, smut, unprotected sex, abduction, violence, voyeurism, mentions of sa) (24,3k words)

summary of bonus ch.: when you're finally out of hydra’s clutches, the recovery process drives you and bucky farther and farther apart. you can't decide if what you felt between you was real or chemically-induced. what will it take to sway you? (smut, angst, non-descriptive smut) (12,4k words)

untitled • bucky barnes x reader | by @myfictionaldreams

summary: it was your first mission out with your mentor, bucky, but not all goes to plan when you stumble across an old hydra laboratory and accidentally trigger a trap. (smut, dub-con, grumpy x sunshine, rough sex, praise kink)

high for this • new avenger!bucky barnes x reader | by @buckysleftbicep

summary: during a mission, you and bucky are exposed to a gas meant to strip away restraint. he resists, and well, you try. but when the heat fades, it’s not the mission that haunts you both, it’s what happened behind that door. (smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, angst, regret) (3,8k words)

desperate | uncertain an sure • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @buckets-and-trees

summary: enemies? rivals? it's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the winter soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered. (smut, kidnapping)

desperate measures • bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader | by @simplyholl

summary: when you encounter a mysterious substance during a mission, it forces you and your mission partner to get closer. (smut)

petals • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @biteofcherry

summary: it was supposed to be so simple. a boring reckon mission. just to check the cabin and secure any samples of the ongoing experiments the former hydra doctor ran the place. however the unexpected comes in the form of a flower. (smut, dub-con, fingering)

unleashed • avengers!bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @veltana

summary: during a mission, bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you. (smut, slight fluff, possessive!bucky, unprotected sex) (4,2k words)

crimson fever • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @mandoalorian

summary: in the icy shadows of 1944 occupied europe, you uncover a dangerous hydra secret that could shift the war’s tide. but hydra’s ruthless scientist, arnim zola, marks you as a threat, unleashing a sinister drug—“crimson fever”—that set your body and soul ablaze with an unrelenting desire. as you fight to protect vital intel, your path collides with sergeant bucky barnes, your childhood friend from brooklyn, whose unspoken love for you burns brighter than the war’s chaos. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, violence, torture) (6,7k words)

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lpntld · 14 days ago

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Breakthrough

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson Word Count: 3,608 Summary: After an emotionally charged whirlwind of a day, Andy and Ari think that maybe, just maybe, their gentle patience with you is starting to pay off. Warnings: A/B/O AU. M/F/M dynamic. Explicit language. Sassy, untrusting, rough around the edges!Reader. A fictional verse that is not kind to omegas. Allusion to past physical and sexual abuse (not by Andy or Ari). Lots of feels.

A/N: Ummmm I kind of just love them SO MUCH, okay?! 😭

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You stood off to the side in the kitchen, feeling like a voyeur and outsider in what was supposed to be your own home–your own pack–as you watched Andy get ready to leave for work.

“Don’t forget to eat lunch,” Ari told him sternly, making you think this was an issue they had discussed before as he pressed an insulated lunch bag against Andy’s chest.

“I won’t, I promise,” Andy replied, an amused–and fond–smile tilting his lips. “I’m going to stop by the latest house flip to see the crew’s progress later today, so I may be a little later than usual, but I’ll be home in time for dinner.”

“Good,” Ari murmured, his eyes just as soft as Andy’s as they watched each other.

You felt something inside of you flutter and yearn as you observed them. It was so obvious for anyone to see–how much they loved each other. How perfect they were for one another.

You still didn’t understand why they wanted an omega at all.

Frowning at your thoughts, you watched as Andy leaned in and pressed a kiss to Ari’s lips, gently caressing his arm before stepping past him and toward you.

You could see it in Andy’s gaze–the way he wanted to say goodbye to you, too. Kiss you on the cheek maybe, get a whiff of your scent before leaving, and leave you with the faintest hint of his own.

It could have been a sweet moment between the two of you–just like he had with Ari–but when Andy paused before you, you shrank away from him, pretending like the flicker of hurt in his eyes didn’t feel like a punch to the gut.

He even smiled at you in understanding of your reaction to him. Ducking his head and meeting your wary gaze with a warm one of his own, Andy told you, “Have a good day today, honey. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You just stared at him without responding, hating yourself just a little bit more than you already did when the yearning you felt every day–deep, deep down–was mirrored to you in Andy’s sad gaze.

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two of you as he waited to see if you’d respond. When you didn’t, he continued on his way, the distant click of the front door closing signaling his departure.

The silence stretched on between you and Ari. You watched as he stood at the marble isle, prepping sandwiches for the two of you to have for lunch later, looking unbothered and happy even, as he went about it.

You weren’t sure why you said your thoughts aloud, but you did. “You both must be so disappointed in choosing me.”

Ari’s head snapped up, his features furrowed as he immediately shook his head to refute your statement. “What?! Not at all.” He stopped what he was doing and rounded the counter so he could stand before you, his eyes unwavering as he said, “Sweetheart, we’re thrilled with all the progress we’ve been making. You’re doing so well!”

Your features twisted in disbelief, and you looked away, tightly crossing your arms over your chest as you shifted your weight and remained silent.

“Our priority is making sure you feel safe and comfortable, everything else can wait.”

You snorted so hard, it kind of hurt, your fiery gaze reconnecting with Ari’s as you sassed, “So you don’t want to fuck me?”

He just grinned at your attitude, a teasing kind of warmth sparking in his gaze as his eyes flickered over you, almost like he couldn’t help it before realigning with yours. “I didn’t say that, but we want you to want it too.”

From that brief onceover alone, you couldn’t stop squirming, your face feeling too hot and your stomach fluttering wildly. You hated it, the way your body responded to him, to such a dumb, random exchange.

It made you even more waspish as you very firmly told him, “Not. Gonna. Happen.”

There was something so knowing in Ari’s gaze as he watched you–as he tried to hide his smile–that you felt the immediate urge to run and hide.

Which only made you more angry and defensive.

“I’m not a project for you to fix,” you hissed.

His face softened at that, and Ari’s voice was so genuine as he replied, “Sweetheart, we don’t want to fix you, we want to love you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you ignored it, shoving down the stupid yearning inside of you. It was likely a result of your pathetic inner omega, of all the hopes and dreams that you had had over the years that effectively got snuffed out one by one as time went on and you experienced what it really meant to be an omega.

Andy and Ari could say all their nice, pretty words, and pretend to be as patient and understanding as could be, but at the end of the day, they would never understand you.

They would never get what they wanted either, and it was all your fault.

That realization had a lump forming in your throat and caused a weird burning sensation at the back of your eyes that you needed to blink away as the urge to flee became even stronger than before.

So without another word, you turned on your heel and stomped away, overly aware of Ari staring after you–quiet and patient as always–the entire time.

A little while later, once you had cooled off a bit, Ari managed to cajole you back into the kitchen to try a new baking recipe with him.

You could only roll your eyes at how shamelessly he extorted the way you seemed to enjoy being in the kitchen with him–especially to bake–but you followed him nonetheless.

You only half listened as he told you about the recipe and what he had already started to prep, meandering around the kitchen to keep some space between the two of you because you were still annoyed from this morning.

Gaze catching on what appeared to be an entire bowl of melted chocolate on the stove, you beelined for it, already reaching for the metal bowl that sat atop a pot so that you could steal some chocolatey goodness to “taste test.”

Your fingers were just inches away from the bowl, your mind so intent on experiencing the low key euphoria that accompanied eating chocolate, that you didn’t register the heat coming from the set up at all. Before you could touch the bowl though, you were suddenly grabbed from behind and yanked away from the stove.

“Sweetheart, no!” Ari’s voice was pitched with alarm, his hands still firm on your hips as he held you against him for a beat before turning you in his grip to explain, “That bowl’s as hot as the pot, you’ll burn yourself pretty badly. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” he fretted, grabbing your hand and holding it up to inspect your skin.

“Get off!” you snarled at him, yanking your hand from his gentle grip and shoving him away from you.

You cradled your perfectly fine hand to your chest, visibly shaking over the whole ordeal as you stared at each other.

The concern written all over Ari’s face only made you feel more embarrassed about your mistake, at how fucking stupid you were, especially when it came to the most basic things.

Not to mention that you hated being touched–especially without warning–and your body was going haywire in a bad way because of it. Your heart hammered so hard that you were sure it was going to explode from your chest any second, and you felt like you couldn’t quite catch your breath.

And you could only stand there helplessly as Ari observed all of this–how fucking weak and stupid you were–over something as dumb as a bowl of chocolate.

“I’m so sorry,” he started, looking positively gutted at the idea of upsetting you so much, but you didn’t let him finish.

You just did what you were becoming best at–turned and scurried from the kitchen and back to your bedroom to hide.

As the day began to turn to evening, you were curled up on the soft, cushy sofa in the sunroom.

Maybe you were becoming spoiled by the spaciousness of Andy and Ari’s house, but you could only endure hiding away in your room for so long before it started to feel like another cage.

So you had waited a while with your ear pressed to your closed bedroom door, ensuring that Ari wasn’t in the vicinity so you could sneak out of your room and hide away in the sunroom instead.

It was probably your favorite room in the house. It overlooked the large back yard, and you liked that you felt surrounded by nature but in a safe way.

As you sat out there now, you closed your eyes for a moment as you listened to the plentiful birdsong that was being sung just outside. You couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be that free–and so easily able to express yourself.

“You can go sit outside if you want.”

You startled at the sound of Andy’s voice, your eyes snapping open and narrowing as you watched him hesitantly loom at the other end of the sofa before gingerly sitting down.

“I don’t want to,” you said flatly.

He watched you for a beat before understanding flickered in his gaze, and you felt so irritated at the fact that he could obviously tell you felt safer in the house than you did outside of it.

You felt safer being locked up like a prisoner than reclaiming your freedom like every omega deserved.

You were a coward, and now Andy knew that truth about you.

“Ari told me what happened earlier today, are you doing okay?” Andy asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you sniffed, unable to meet his gaze any longer and instead turning to stare out the closest window.

“He’s really sorry that he grabbed you without warning. He feels pretty terrible about it.”

That dumb lump was back in your throat at the thought of Ari feeling so terrible, especially because of you. Clenching your jaw, you remained silent, annoyed as your vision started to blur with the hint of tears that you stubbornly blinked back.

“He also mentioned that you think we’re disappointed that we chose you—“ Andy started, but you cut him off.

“Wow, you two really love to gossip about me, huh?”

“It’s not gossip, honey,” the patience bled from his words as he told you, “It’s sharing with each other; that’s what it means to be in partnership. That’s what we want with you, too.”

You rolled your eyes with a quiet scoff, but didn’t respond more than that, hoping Andy would get the hint and just leave you alone.

But after a long moment of silence, he did no such thing, speaking again instead.

“We aren’t, you know. Disappointed. I know this hasn’t been easy for you, it’s such a big change, and your experience at the breeder facility was awful. You have every right to be cautious with us. We understand and we’re not disappointed in you. The only thing we want from you is for you to try to give us a chance. That’s it. We don’t have any other expectations.”

Ignoring the more insistent burn of tears caused by his words, you shook your head, refusing to accept them. Your eyes blazed as you turned to Andy and said, “God, you’re so fucking full of it, and I’m so sick of this picture of perfection that you and Ari have crafted. We all know that the whole reason why you adopted me in the first place was because you wanted the perfect little omega. To fuck, to knot, to bond, to own.”

You had to give Andy credit–he didn’t shy away from your venom in the least. If anything, his gaze grew gentler, even more sympathetic as he leaned closer.

“You’re right in a sense,” he started. “We’ve definitely dreamt over the years of completing our pack, but—“

“I don’t want to be owned!” you nearly shouted, feeling a small sense of victory at the way Andy flinched at your outburst. “I don’t want all that I am and my whole life to boil down to being yours, like I don’t even matter at all!”

For some reason, your words seemed to hit Andy hard. You watched as his eyes grew misty with unshed tears and his fingers clenched into a fist atop his thigh, like he was resisting the urge to reach out to you.

“That’s so understandable, sweetheart,” his voice was soft but so firm as he spoke–and you both struggled to meet his gaze and found yourself unable to look away as he continued. “I’d hate to be boiled down to a possession, too. But something you need to realize about me and Ari is that we don’t view you—or omegas in general—in that way. We don’t buy into the propaganda, and we don’t want to own you like you’re a thing to be possessed. We want you to be ours, and we want to be yours, but from a place of love and belonging, not ownership.”

Andy’s words made you want to cry and rage in equal measure. His honesty was so evident–so impossible to ignore–that it was almost a visceral thing. You could feel your inner omega bloom and want at the picture he was painting, because once upon a time, you had yearned for this very thing.

But that had been a long, long time ago, and your life had been the furthest thing from the fairytale your naive younger self had always dreamed of.

So as Andy’s truth caused an emotional uprising within you, you spoke your own truth aloud, too, your voice a harsh whisper as your lower lip trembled. “I don’t believe you.”

Andy’s resulting smile was so soft and sad that it had your eyes burning all over again, as did his reply. “I hope that one day you will. Maybe we just need to work a little harder to help you get there, and we’re happy to do that, omega, because we both know you’re worth it, even if you don’t believe that either. Yet.”

Your inner omega whined at how spot on Andy was, and also at the fact that he rose to his feet, giving you one final sad smile, before he departed.

Leaving you to stare after him with tears brimming and your mind spinning out as you unconsciously took a deep breath, inhaling his lingering scent, and closing your eyes at the way it soothed you, just a tiny bit.

After the emotionally charged–and exhausting–day you had had, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that your dreams were so vivid and active as a result.

But that didn’t mean you were any less shaken when you awoke with a start in the middle of the night, sweating and trembling hard as you remembered the disturbing details of your nightmare.

Being back at the breeder’s and in that god awful glass cell.

Naked and so vulnerable as the breeder advanced on you with violence and a carnal kind of possession glinting in his eyes.

You whined at the recollection, feeling sick to your stomach and so scared as you curled into a ball and wiped at the tears streaming from your eyes. You swore as you laid there, that all the scars that had long since healed on your back throbbed in phantom pain at the sheer memory of the breeder and all that you had endured at his hands.

You tried to breathe in slow and deep, tried so hard to soothe yourself, but your efforts just seemed to make your body more hypervigilant, and you felt even worse than before.

You were so shaken that you didn’t push back against your inner omega as she rose up, urging you to seek out what actually soothed you and made you feel safe.

In the moment, you couldn’t even be angry that you knew she meant Andy and Ari, even after everything that had happened today.

Maybe even more so because of it.

Because they had done and said all the right things, and despite your constant stubbornness and resistance to them and what they were trying to accomplish with you, deep down, you believed them and everything they told you, even if you didn’t want to.

Even if in doing so, you made yourself vulnerable in a new and scary way.

But none of that mattered right now. The only thing that mattered in this moment was feeling safe and shaking off the dregs of your upsetting dream.

So you slid from your bed, your knees nearly buckling because you were shaking so hard. Sniffing back more tears, you crossed the room and opened the door, slipping out into the dark hallway and making the trek to the bedroom where your alphas slept together.

The combination of their scents enveloped you as soon as you stood in the open doorway, and you wavered there for a moment. Through the darkness, you could just make out the large shape of the bed across the room, and the two figures curled close and asleep within it.

Gripping the doorjamb, you breathed in slow and deep, nearly whining again as Andy and Ari’s scents washed over you. You swore it felt like a warm blanket being draped over your shoulders, the comfort you felt just being in their space, surrounded by them and their scents.

It was such a sharp dose of relief to your distress that you didn’t think twice before silently padding across the room. You rounded the foot of the bed before curling up in the armchair that was just a few feet away from Andy’s sleeping form.

In no time at all, you were fast asleep yourself, your dreams devoid of the horrors from before as you sank deeper and deeper into the blissful–peaceful–depths of rest.

Waking the next morning was a slower than usual process.

For some reason, it took your conscious mind longer than usual to surface from the depths of sleep, but not in a bad way. If anything, you languished in the unhurried rush, wishing each morning could start as peaceful as this.

When you did finally blink your sleepy eyes open, it was to find both Andy and Ari sitting on the edge of their bed a few feet away, watching you in a soft and hopeful sort of concern.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Ari spoke first, keeping his voice intentionally quiet so as not to startle you.

“Are you alright?” Andy asked, his brows furrowed in worry as he watched you.

For a moment, you just watched him right back. Ari too.

Maybe it was because you were still half asleep, or that you had slept so well once you had moved in here after your nightmare, but whatever it was, for some reason, you just didn’t want to shatter the content with your usual snark and anger.

So you sighed and rolled your eyes instead as you eased up into a sit, half-heartedly glaring at the alphas as they watched you, clearly in fret mode.

So very worried, for you.

“I’m fine,” you grumped.

When that didn’t seem to alleviate their concern at all, you rolled your eyes again.

“I had a nightmare, okay?” you huffed.

“And you came in here?” Ari asked hopefully, as Andy asked at the same time, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Obviously,” you answered Ari first before telling Andy, “No.”

“Okay,” Andy backed off immediately, giving you a tentative smile. “Whatever you want.”

From beside him, Ari was watching you, too, with this stupid dopey smile on his lips that brightened up his entire stupidly handsome face.

There was this quiet kind of…adoration shining from both their gazes–the glow of happiness, too–and it was making you want to hide and snap at them, even as your inner omega was full on preening under their attention.

The urge to flee eventually won out, and you slid to your feet, avoiding both alpha’s gazes as you went to move away from them with a muttered, “I’m going to shower.”

“What do you want for breakfast?” Ari asked. “Anything you want.”

You paused, unable to resist the offer as you grumped, “Waffles,” because you couldn’t help but love that stupid waffle press thing. It was fun to use and turn and open, and Ari knew it, too.

So you sent him a half-hearted stink eye for his non-sneaky bribery before hurrying on your way, leaving Andy and Ari to stare after you for a long moment before they turned to each other in elation.

“She sought us out in a moment of distress!” Ari breathed, his voice trembling as he pressed a hand to his chest.

“She’s starting to feel safe with us,” Andy realized, his eyes just as hopeful and brimming with tears as Ari’s. “She needed to be soothed, and she came to us.”

“This is huge, right?” Ari asked. “It feels huge.”

“It is,” Andy confirmed with a quiet, joyful laugh. He reached for Ari as the other alpha sniffed back his tears, reeling him close and pressing their foreheads together. “It’s amazing.”

“So amazing,” Ari echoed with his own happy laugh before framing Andy’s bearded face between his hands and giving him a soft kiss of celebration that his alpha counterpart happily, ardently returned.

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Hi girl love your work and can you do a story when Simon overstimulates her with a toy in car love you girl

Middle of Nowhere | cw: 18+ mdni, daddy kink (kinda icky), overstim, use of toy, fingering, squirting, degradation, dumbification, meanie!simon, public sex (?) (it’s in a car so)

“Come on kitten, look so pretty, won’t you give me a show?”

You should’ve said ‘no’ right then and there.

Simon did an oil change to your car and decided he wanted to test it out, go for a quick drive with you just to make sure it was running smooth. You should’ve just hopped in there, but you took twentyfive five minutes getting ready.

Getting ready for what exactly? To sit in the car?

Well, yes!

Just a little make up, your glasses, change from out of the oversized shirt to a pair of jeans and a grey top that showed off your midsection, curls framing your face. Cute, really cute— bewitching even. You’d come down the steps all casual and ready to go and then leaned his head up to look at the ceiling with a sigh.

Simon could’ve eaten you right then and there, said fuck the drive, and bent your pretty ass over the couch, ate your pussy till you got the floor damp with a your sweet juices.

He chose, instead, to play a little game with you.

Gave a nod of his head in approval of your outfit, have you twirl to see your plump ass. Asked you with a ghost of a smirk on his lips, to give him a show, draw you in to his trap like he always did. You stupidly said yes, which led you to have a little toy in your cunt, your pretty long lashes fluttering shut while you gripped onto the door and Simons arm, and little mewls of ‘ahh’s and ‘ooh’s leaving your pretty lips.

“Pa, hngh- please.”

“Please, please, please, she says. Please what? We’re just going for a little ride, right? You’re a big girl. So sit still ‘nd there won’t be any issues.” He hummed.

Bastard.

He knew good and well the car bumping around like it did along with the vibrator had you mind in a whirlwind, and then he slowly kept hicked the volume up from 2 to 4.

“F-fuck!” You hiccup, an orgasm washing over you like a wave, your eyes blinking, trying to stay open.

Simon looks over at you, more than amused as you withered, but it’s not enough. He wants to see your head spin, ache and cry to cum. He turns it down to one, lets you settle in the feeling that turns it up to three. His knuckles brushes your cheek which makes you jolt, other hand on the wheel. You pout, panting, squirming in your seat for any kind of relief. But it’s not enough.

“I wanna cum, please Si.”

Simon’s hand goes to your neck, caressing your nose with his thumb making you shiver, your nipples hardening. He chuckles darkly, “You that impatient you can’t wait? I taught you better than that.”

“I- but- I-” And he turns it back down again, you can feel the tears pricking at your eyes. You grip onto his free arm, letting his large calloused hand fall in between your thighs. Humping at it like a damn animal.

“Awww,” he croons, Brown eyes meeting yours for a split second, the car changing from lane to lane— “Bein desperate little bitch, huh baby? That’s not good, is it?”

“I-I’ll be good Daddy. Promise! I- I wanna be-“ you don’t even know what words are falling from your lips, anything to get that release that’s been held back from you. Simon’s greedy girl. Your pulsing clit is begging for attention, slick drenching the lips and underwear confining your cunt.

“Oooh, look doll” The older man nods to the front view mirror, and you follow his eyes, “it’s the police, you think they’re gonna pull us over?”

Your eyes widen, the police car right behind you, you can’t even make out the person driving, your eyes are blurry, senses skewed, “No-“

“No you don’t think so?” He asks obliviously, as if he doesn’t know what you mean.

“No, anngh- I don’t- don’t want them to see me- hah- i don’t wanna g-get in trouble!”

But it’s enough to make Simon’s eyes smile, turning the volume up to the max, making you sob in pleasure. Shoving his arm away as you try to hide yourself in the car door. You try your best to hold it, but it makes you worse, legs tingling and you thrash in your seat, tears leaving your eyes. It’s too much.

He laughs, “Thought ya said ya wanted to cum?”

“Pa I can’t- really can’t! They’ll see!” You cry through a moan. The blonde ignores your cries, unbuttoning your jeans and slipping his hands inside.

He soothes you, you don’t know it but the police cars passed at the last exit. His large fingers brush over your soaked folds of your panties a couple times, flicking your poor swollen clit, “Come on baby girl, be good and cum.”

Your mouth slightly agape, head falling against the headrest as tight pink walls spasm over nothing.

“Fuck baby,” he groans as your prettily release, taking his hand and sucking the two fingers you got wet and taking them out with a ‘pop’

Simon, that 6’4 demon, takes you chin in his fingers and tickling it before turning your face to look at him. Your eyes are low, you’re delerious, aching for his words— a good fucking kitty, aren’t you? He smirks, “rub your little clit, yeah? Show me you want it. We’re almost home. Maybe Dad’ll give you a reward.”

“Daddy the seat.” You mumble, the car swerves just a bit from something you can’t even register, but it makes that vibrator press into your soaking walls more, making you whimper.

He scuffs, grabbing your hand and shoving your manicured fingers in your pants. “Rub it kitty.”

It was never a question to begin with, the vibrator is still on high. That orgasm never truly went away, your fingers move your clit in a circular motion, the sloshing of your juices and creaminess hit the walls of the car, dampening your fingers so much they start to prune.

You choke on a sob, “Feels so good Daddy, mmmh- it’s always so- so gooood.”

Simon eyes light up, you ditzy bitch. Aren’t even worried about if cars see you now, to worried about your pretty pussy. He loves the way your eyes squeeze shut, plump lips fall open and your whole body shakes— “Make a mess then kitten. Be a messy girl.”

a chant of dad, daddy, dad falls off your lips when you fall apart again, your leg kicking out as water comes out of your pussy and soaks through underwear.

It’s a mess for sure, that’s definitely staining your jeans and the seats.

Simon takes you hand out, the car parking in your drive through. He turns the vibrator off and sucks your wet fingers clean. Kissing on them and rubbing them.

“Such a good girl f’me luvie. Gave me a good show.”

a/n: made this icky sorry. I love it. It was fun writing this. Sorry it took so long. Lmk what you bubs think.

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*chefs kiss

Simon Riley making you masturbate in front of him so he can know exactly how you like it done (nsfw)

You're all spread out on the bed, legs open wide, hands on your pretty pussy. And he's just sitting there in front of you, watching attentively as your fingers move over your cunt.

Occasionally, he'll palm his cock through his pants. He'd get off, but he wants to fuck you after you're done, and he wants to be as hard as possible for it.

He watches you, his mouth just about drooling. His eyes are stuck on your cunt, the way your fingers slide in and out, while the fingers from your other hand take care of your clit.

He ends up lying down, head on one of your thighs as he presses little kisses to the skin there. “Keep going, baby. Pussy's so pretty, can't wait to fuck her...”

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Forfeit

or: you and Country!Simon get in an argument and he fucks the anger away.

cw: 3.3k wrds, 18+ mdni, smut with little plot, jealous!simon, no use of y/n, married!reader (to Simon), angry sex, p in v, creampie, cunnilingus, pussy pronouns and slaps, back shots, cowgirl, nipple play, exhibitionism (if you squint), outdoor sex, daddy kink (papa/pa), breeding kink, country!simon, lucky!reader.

a/n: forfeit by Kiana Ledé was my inspo

It’s not that your friends were bad, quite the opposite really, they were great and easily welcomed your husband into the group even though he was on the quieter side. They’d come from the city to congratulate you on the marriage since just your two best of friends came to the wedding.

It was your friend, Vee, her boyfriend that didn’t know his fucking place.

He saw the way you looked at Simon, all heart eyed and yearning for his approval. And Simon’s pretty seafoam orbs would dance all over you, to your pretty face, to your lips to your chest and back to your dark mocha eyes and pretty skin, give you a smile under his skull bandana that no one would understand but you. And Simon would just know you were blushing because you’d look away with smiling harder than ever, squeezing his arm as you continued conversation with your friends—

God, Simon was in love with you. Could’ve done anything for you.

Would’ve beat the breaks off your friends boyfriend if he was alone for a second.

It couldn’t be more obvious that you were a happily married and taken woman. But that stupid bastard couldn’t keep his eyes up, continued to ask about you brushing off Simon, and to top it off you were acting like it wasn’t happening. Still entertaining conversation with him, laughing— giggling.

“Where did you two meet? I’m suprised a city girl like you would move so far just to live in the country.” The fool asked in the middle of conversation, cutting you off from talking about some story from college.

Strike two.

“O-Oh, we’ve known each other since we were younger—“

“—We fucked like dogs right in that old barn when we re-introduced ourselves though.” Simon doesn’t miss a beat. He’s not really one for white lies and he doesn’t care if the truth hurts.

He’ll be as crass as he wants to prove a point. Your friend’s boyfriend, the idiot, was staring too hard. Simon doesn’t mind when people looked, you were as pretty as rain. Curves nice as ever, that jaw dropping smile, pretty brown eyes and curls he loved to play with no matter how long or short. His drop dead gorgeous baby, married to him in the backwoods. Heavy on his.

Heat rushed through your whole body, embarrassment, while your friends squealed in excitement. Your friend Shauna teased, “[+], I didn’t know you were such a naughty girl.”

You washed it down with a sip of wine though, a playful smack to your husbands shoulder— a warning— “Nothins wrong with a little fun. Right Simon?” You emphasized his name. The first time you’d said it all night.

Five and a half times in that barn, but who’s counting?

The wild man gave a cheeky grin, “Course Darlin.”

More squeals from your friends, they thought Simon was right out of a movie. A dream man. He was.

Not when he was acting territorial.

When dinner finally rolled around Vee’s boyfriend, Samuel hate this whore, offered to help. It was the touching that was an issue. The sly touch to your back when he was moving around you, how he kept trying to brush fingers and you’d jerk your hand away— he’d knock the poor boys head off. Simon swooped in of course, told Samuel it’d be best if he sat, ‘let the man ‘f the house handle it’ while wrapping his arm around your waist and tugging you a little closer as you held the baked duck in your hands.

strike fucking three.

Thankfully, everyone was tired after their long plane ride down and the wonderful dinner you prepared. You sent them off with a tight smiles and big waves, yelling how you couldn't wait till tomorrow to show them around.

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Simply put, Simon never liked arguing inside the house.

Didn’t matter if it was cold or raining outside. He’d rather take it on that porch. Get out everything that needed to be said, even if he was giving you a spanking— he didn’t want that energy festering inside the house. Apologizing could be done there or in the house but don’t hold a grudge.

Ever since he’d been with you, the house was truly the definition of one of those wall decorations that said, ‘home sweet home.’ Peaceful, loving, quiet. The method Simon had you two so hung up on, worked.

Any anger or irritation got left at the door. You’re mad? Go for a walk or figure it out on the porch.

You’ve really only had a few arguments since your short time together, little things and could be resolved before they could even begin erupting. Nothing like this, that had you scrapping food off dishes to harshly and putting them in the dish water and washing the poor dishes so roughly.

Simon leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, eyebrow raised, bandana that once covered his face sitting on the counter.

“You gonna break the dishes if you keep doin it like that.”

You mumbled, shaking your head, completely incoherent, “Fuck off.”

“What’d you say?”

“I said, fuck off!” you yelled, placing the dish in your hand ever so gently on the drying wrack.

You laugh, nothing but sarcastic, “Why did you have to talk to him like that, huh? He was being friendly! Everyone was havin a good time!”

“Did you not see the way he was talking ‘nd ogling his damn eyes at you the whole night? Son of a bitch acted like he wasn’t looking at a married woman!” Simon scuffed.

“He was not!”

“[+] you can’t be fuckin—“ The older man cuts himself off. Takes in a deep breath— get to that porch. He grits, “Come on, let’s talk.”

You know exactly what he means, you know he really isn’t asking. But you’re unmoving, simply continue the rest of the dishes in the sink.

“No.”

“What?”

“I said, no! How many times do I gotta fuckin repeat myself tonight?! I don’t wanna do your talkin on the porch shit! I wanna finish the damn dishes and go to sleep on my side of the bed! You listen to everybody but me! Your fuckin wife--“ Simon doesn’t let you finish, just manages to get you over his shoulder. The utensils you had in your hand clanging to the floor as you slap at his back, shouting and thrashing to get out his arms.

You land on your feet when Simon puts you down on that hard wood of the wrap around porch. You shove at his chest, “You think you can just move me as you fuckin please, Riley!? I’m a person! A human being!”

“A human bein, I’ll move again if I fuckin want to till you fuckin get it in your big ass head-“

“—I do not!—“

“—You’re big ass head,” he repeated, “that, that idiot was fuckin flirtin with you! Lookin at you like a meal on a silver platter, kept tryin to touch up on you with his own damn girlfriend sitting next to ‘em! And ya went ‘nd encouraged-“

“—Don’t fuckin lie Simon! I would never encourage anyone to- to flirt with me! And the whole night I was lookin at you! Could barely get a handle on myself because I’m hung up on the likes of you!” You poked at his chest. He knew you were right, you’d never do anything like that, not even if the thought graced your mind.

You were a gorgeous little thang, any man with working or non working eyes would fawn over you just from your kindness alone, your pretty voice too. But for someone to do it so blatantly. Do it while Simon was right there. Oh, he hated it.

“Just fuckin admit it, you’re fuckin jealous! I don’t why you wanna pick a fight with me when you should be mad at your damn self for acting like that.”

Oh the unruly thing— to speak the truth on jealousy.

Forfeit the fight and apologize.

Simon’s hands clenched and unclenched, chest heaving up and down— he chose the latter.

Let him show you how you were his and his alone, right on that porch. He’d think of an apology mid fuck, say sorry once or twice and say it again to you tomorrow. Proper, make you breakfast and talk all soft how you like. Make you squirm in your seat with kisses on your neck till you shrug and whisper, ‘I-I guess Mr. Riley.’

Fuck, you were so damn cute. Couldn't keep his hands off you.

Till then, he’d bend you over while he sat in one of the rocking chairs. Hike that pretty white skirt up to your hips while bringing your mushy mess of clothed pussy right to his face.

How’d he do all that so quickly? Well it’s quiet easy when your both a little mad, a little cynical in your own right— so pissed off that you both need to “cool off” your own emotions. Rub one out.

That southern man would yank you close by the hip with his large hand and plant a kiss on your needy two tone lips. Roughly intertwining your mouths, if you’d interject (or tried to get another word out), he’d slap your ass a few times. Enough to get a moan out of you, telling you to ‘shut the fuck up.’ You’ll stumble over to the chair together and he’ll spin you around, do what he has to do.

And God, did he loooove fucking you on that wrap around porch. Whether it be at the end of a long work day or right after the chickens crowed on his day off that had to be spent with you and no one else.

Mouth salivating, Simon ripped apart your white cotton panties in two, with a cut pink bow and embroidered with Mrs. Riley on them, causing you to yelp out, swatting at his shoulder while he spread your pussy lips apart. Staring at the glistening pink mess only he could see, only he could create.

“So gorgeous mama. Ruinin this underwear, who’s all this for?”

He whispers, not to you, not to himself, to God— ‘Thank you for the meal’ he’d give your cunt a sweet peck before letting his flat tongue swallow you whole. Slurping up every drop that came out of you.

“F-fuck you Mr. Riley, seriously fuck you!” You gasped, hand reaching behind you to spread yourself wider.

He groans against you, slapping at your sopping mess once, “Lil girl, I’m tryin,” he flicks his tongue around your hole before sliding two fingers into you. “Therrre you go Lucky, all that damn talkin, just needed somethin in your pretty little hole huh?”

You moan, “Talkin c-cause I’m right! hngh- You’re just- hah- just so hardheaded- aangh!”

Simon thrusts his fingers harsher, sucking at the fingers you were getting wet, then down to your pretty button of a clit. You kick your foot out right when his fingers curl into you juuuuust right, almost falling forward till he wraps an arm around you to keep you steady.

“Stay still baby girl, or you’ll fall.” he gruffs, lapping his tongue every to slowly through your folds.

“Mr. Riley- I can’t! Shit! Augh“ you hiccup, you gut twisting in knots.

“Shhhh Mrs. Riley? Yer bein so loud when me ‘nd her are talkin.” Simon buries his face in your cunt, fingers slamming into creating a loud sloshing of your wetness until he feels you flutter once, his takes a breath away, his voice horse as your syrupy cum trickles down his throat and onto the floor. “This is just what she needs baby, just hush and take it.”

He bites the beautiful fat of your ass before diving back in, slurping and letting his fingers work in and out of you till you’re shattering around his thick digits. Screaming as you wet his face. And Simon swallows it all down. Sticking his tongue in your sponginess of your walls as you clench repeatedly.

Simon pulls away, turning you around while your still in a daze, face wetter than ever with your slick. He pulls you on top of him, springing his aching cock free from the boxers that restrained them, that slaps right at his abs. You rested your head against his, letting the man rub his aching red tip against your hole.

With a slap to your ass, you ease yourself down on him, a pornographic moan of pain and pleasure leaving your plump lips.

“Take this off.” Simon huffs, fingers pulling at the straps of your bralette and grinding up into you.

“Mmph- But Simon i-it’s strange.” You hiccup. You always get so nervous when you two go at it on the porch. His shy baby, he’d remind you that no one, especially at 1 or 2 in the morning, is coming or will ever hear your loud moans. But maybe you’d sound like a banshee if this man got anywhere near your chest. Your nipples had become so sensitive as of late and you didn’t know why.

Simon on the other hand, adored it. Couldn’t get enough when they got all puffy and the way you whined when they hurt. Like music to his ears. But he soothes you, rubs your back and rests his chin on your chest.

“Ain’t strange f’me tuh have what’s mine, is it? Come on, show ‘em to me. You know I looooove how pretty they are.”

You bite your lip, this man could get you to do anything. If this was 10 months ago, you would’ve laughed in your own face if you said you were fucking outside, let alone mindlessly listening to a man. You took off the material holding your breasts, throwing it off to the side.

Simon cups them both in his large hands, groping and squeezing at them, “Pretty tits gonna be filled with milk for our kid soon, huh mama? Can’t wait to see you feedin ‘em. Gonna look so beautiful.”

You moaned his lap, attempting to cover your mouth with the back of your hand as he gave one of your nipples a little suck. Gently taking it between his teeth and nipping at it.

You looked beautiful, your pretty mounds bouncing right in his face while you moved up and down, taking every inch of his veiny cock he was willing to give you. All while he sucked your hardened nipples, looking you right in the eyes. A groan escapes you lips, grinding your hips even harder.

He grunts, meeting you half way and thrusting up into you when your legs began to shake, “Love when I suck on ‘em don’tcha Lucky? Need it to get off.”

You only whimper, eyes fluttering, as you fight your own pleasure. You manage to stifle up a, “Shut up Mr. Riley.” But it does no Justice to the way your rubbing your perfect tits in his face. Begging for more. Wanting him to suck just a little bit more.

“Lil girl, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want, can I?” He tuts, looking up at you with such lust filled eyes.

“Please Si, need you, please?” You keen, letting your nipples rub against his face to feel something, anything.

Simon would give you anything at the drop of a hat, even if you didn’t have any manners, and most definitely if you used that ultra rare nickname with him. He grips your hips, slamming you down on his dick, taking your gorgeous nipples in his mouth and sucking like his life depended on it making you moan. His tongue swirled around your areola, French kissing both of them equally while he rudely bullied his cock through your velvety walls.

Your fingers find his golden locks of hair, running through them while he rams into you, finding your g-spot causing you to squeal, more of your slick dropping past your thighs and onto Simon.

“Fuck me baby, Gonna cum, you want it?”

“Want it so bad Mr. Riley. Nng- Need it all in me.” You whine. Your head falls on his shoulder as he sob his name like a prayer, clutching onto him as your walls tighten around his length, spasming.

“That’s it pretty, that’s it, s-shit.” Simon fills you to the brim, working his cum deep inside you, bouncing you a few more times.

You don’t even know how you got to the floor.

You fluttered your eyes open and Simon had you on your knees, the meanest arch with your back and your face pressed up against the hardwoods floor. Your mixed cum was dripping down to the floor while he smacked his tip against your sloppy cunt. You shuddered at the feeling, mewling in want.

Simon heard your phone ring from his back pocket, he scuffed yanking it out from his pants, just to see that idiot calling you. And probably while his girlfriend was sleep, that fucking cheating bitch. A curse feel from Simons lips.

“Mr. Riley?” You keened, You looked back at him with those big brown eyes, batting those long lashes, a pout adorning your face. You shimmied your ass back on him and he groaned.

Were you too cock drunk to hear your own damn phone vibrate? A devilish grin on Simons face, he’ll get what he wants and fill you up just how you need to too.

He answered it, leaving it on speaker before tossing it in the chair Simon just fucked you in.

“[+]? Are you there?” The stupid prick asks in a whisper, and right then Simon rocks himself into you. Giving your ass a harsh slap before drilling his dick inside your cum soaked walls.

“Fuuuuck- feels so goooood Mr. Riley!” You practically screamed, eyes fluttering shut. That was answer enough, honestly. Your Mr. Riley was fucking you dumber than dumb, your mouth forming a ‘o’ with movement.

“Tell me darlin, who you in love with?”

“M-my huuushband.” you slurred out, drool leaving the corner of your lips, nipples grazing the floor with every harsh thrust.

“And who’s that?”

“Mmmph- you Mr. Riley.”

The ends of Simons lip curve up, such a good girl taking his cock. A white ring forming at the base of his length, “ ‘S that right pretty?”

“I-I love you soooo much papa! More than- hngh- mooore than anything, I swear!”

Papa? New.

He likes it.

Simon snickers at your response, stretching you out so fucking much, and giving you the sluttiest, cruelest thrusts of his life. The loud, smack, smack, smack of your hips colliding could be heard miles away, “Pa loves you too, don’t I, Lucky?”

“So much, fuck, love on me sooo much Pa!” You breath hitched,

And it’s just enough to let that bastard hear exactly what Simon Riley does to you. Simon glances at the phone and it’s already hung up, he's sure the idiots dick got wet from the precious and needy sounds you and your sobbing cunt were making.

Love making was a be-au-tiful thing between a married couple who loved each other, wasn’t it?

Simon bends down, tweaking your nipples in his hands as he rams into you faster, swiveling his hips into you.

His voice is low, gentle, and he whispers right in your ear which makes you tingle all over, “I’m sorry sweet girl, was jealous.”

“I- shit, shit, shit, I know. Mmph- ‘s okay. Love you so much, always want you sooo fuckin much papa.” Your words turn into sobs, tears filling your eyes as you jerk in his arms.

“That’s my girl.” Simon mumbles against your cheek, holding you closer, makes you take his thick cock while he bruises your poor cunt. His hand comes down to your clit, giving it small circles with his thumb, and you cum. Hard. And maybe you were as loud as a banshee, completely soaking the dick that was splitting you cunt in half.

And Simon didn’t stop, fucking you right through your orgasm that seemed to never end.

Simon growls at the feel of your gummy walls, managing to get tighter while he gives you frantic thrusts. Gobbling at your neck while he snaps his hips into yours, kissing your cervix with his leaking tip. Grunts and moans of ecstasy fill the star fill sky as you two cum. Ropes of cum leaking right into your womb, just as you needed.

A good filling.

Simon pats your stomach, “That’s right where our babies gonna go Lucky. Promise, tonight a baby's gonna be right in there.”

You giggle, eyes low and dazed, “G-gonna make you a real Daddy, Mr.Riley.”

“Yeah,” he swoons breathlessly. Kissing the apple of your cheek making you giggle again. “Can’t wait to see our pretty baby sweetheart.”

a/n: this was a request so lmk what you think bubbas (I know it wasn’t that icky but idk I still think it’s cute). Also @bunnybeaches proofread for me so thank you so much🥺 I luv you.

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kidnapper!ghost loves it when you scratch him up. he loves it when you attempt to gouge his eyes out, when you scream and kick at him and mark him up. he practically has hearts in his eyes when you yell at him for anything. but what he really loves the most about all of that is watching it all melt away when he makes you come.

the way you soften up when his cock slide in deep, weakening the fists that pound his chest until your fingers unfurl and grip his shoulders instead. his eyes roll back as your nails dig in and scrape lines down his arm. he'll lean in close enough so you can bite him too. leave as many teeth marks as you can so he can show them off at the gym later when he's out to show that he's taken and not the other way around.

he cradles your head in one hand and press his forehead against yours, whispering promises and sweet nothings all in the same breath. swallowing every scream turned to mewls in his mouth while your legs curl around his waist while he fucks the brat out of you. fucking hell, it makes him weak just thinking about your doe eyes, no longer filled with fire and fury, now staring up at him like he hung the moon and stars.

"feeling better now, lovie?" you nod your head, making a noise of agreement. he smiles, nudging his nose against your cheek. "good."

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lpntld · 20 days ago

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Johnathan Price fucking you while he makes you recite your wedding vows all over again because you were being a brat and telling him how you hate him.

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Obsessed with this!!!

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kyle "gaz" garrick x fem!reader | omegaverse | alpha!gaz, omega! reader | read on ao3

Kyle Garrick is an amicable man. Always cordial, everyone would agree that he's an exemplary soldier. Especially for a beta. At least, that's what he wants everyone to think. Choking down hormone suppressants for the last handful of years has kept him level headed and reliable on the field, something he tells himself he must maintain in order to keep himself and his allies safe. Things get a little complicated when the main offices hires a sweet new secretary who seems to render those suppressants useless.

a/n: this is another work that i intend to be mostly fluffy, but i'll tag things as i see fit, overall; alpha!gaz, omega!reader, suppressants, heat mention, claiming, medical talk, smut, claiming

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Years and years later on this app and Waves is still one of my absolute favorites!! Thank you for revisiting it and continuing! I love that story and your mind for coming up with it 💕

Not many of you will understand this but...

I just started a new chapter of Waves that Beat on Heaven's Shore and I'm a f*cking wreck. I found my notes on the story, the plans I had and just...

They're happy tears, promise. Between it and Rage, that was a good three years of my life. I guess I just needed to get back in there and...

This is on the horizon finally. Thank you all for your patience with me. You'll never know what it's meant to me. 🖤🖤🖤

Love to you, eternally. 🖤 You're all brave and brilliant. Goodnight for now. 🖤

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taking one (& another & another & another) for the team | soap x reader x ghost | inspired by: @softaestluv johnny's pent up blurb

It started as a joke. "I'm gonna die if I don't get my cock wet soon," Johnny whined, sprawled backward over the couch, legs spread, hand draped over his forehead like he was seconds away from his last breath. *"Swear I can feel it in my fucking molars, mate. I'm gonna explode."

At first, you and the others ignored him. Typical Soap — loud, dramatic, a walking sexual frustration PSA. But it didn't stop. If anything, it got worse: every mission debrief, every meal, every late-night sit around the barracks, Johnny lamented his poor, poor cock like it was a national tragedy.

When he started describing how tragic his wanks were — "My hand's too fuckin' rough, not the same, need something wet, something tight—" — you snapped. Loud enough for everyone in the room to hear: "Christ, Soap, I'll fuckin' take one for the team if it'll shut you up."

Johnny sat up like you'd just offered him oxygen.

Which is how you found yourself bent over the nearest flat surface, jeans yanked halfway down your thighs, Johnny pressed tight to your back, rutting into you like a man possessed.

"Fuck—fuckin' hell, love, yer savin' my life," he groaned, hips slamming into you like he was trying to crawl inside. "Warm 'n tight, fuck, could stay here forever."

You barely bit back a moan, hands braced hard enough to hurt. You weren't supposed to enjoy this, just do your duty to the squad’s sanity.

But then Johnny started whining again — not his usual loudmouth bitching, but these needy, half-choked sounds against the back of your neck.

"Need ya," he rasped, like he couldn't help himself. "Need yer cunt, fuck, not gonna be enough, need it again—'m not done—"

Even after he came — hot, messy, filling you to the brim — he didn't stop. Still rocking against you, still murmuring desperate filth into your skin, already hardening inside you again.

You realized then: You hadn't fixed the problem. You'd made it worse.

He barely pulled out before he was pushing right back in, thick and slick with his own cum, grinding into your overstretched walls like he could merge the two of you if he tried hard enough.

"Fuckin' perfect," Johnny slurred against your neck, teeth scraping along your skin. "Mine now, y'know that? Filled you up good—fuckin' claimed you—"

You tried to push him off, half-hearted at best — muscles trembling, brain fogged from how full you felt — but Johnny just wrapped an arm around your middle and held you there, hips rolling slow and filthy, fucking his own mess deeper inside.

"Nuh-uh, love," he muttered, pressing kisses to your shoulder, messy and possessive. "Said I'd lose my mind if I didn’t get to fuck you. Y’think one load's enough to fix this? After all that sufferin’?"

You whimpered, feeling his cock twitch again, fully hard despite just cumming. He chuckled low against your skin, voice dark and wrecked.

"Told ya I'd go mad. Now yer stuck with me, sweetheart."

He fucked you slow the second time — not like the frantic, desperate slamming from before, but a grinding, possessive rhythm, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you properly. Every time you clenched around him, he gasped, praising you in that ruined, filthy brogue.

"That's it, good girl," he breathed. "Take it all, take it like y'made for it. Fuckin' born to milk my cock, huh? Gonna pump you so full you won't remember what it feels like to be empty."

You felt him bulge even thicker inside you, grinding down into your cervix, every thrust stretching you wider, making you feel owned in a way that had nothing to do with orders or duty.

Johnny growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin. You barely registered it before he was moving — hands gripping your hips, manhandling you onto your back like you weighed nothing.

"Wanna see," he panted, almost delirious. "Wanna see how fuckin' ruined you are for me."

Your legs were shoved open before you could think to protest, ankles tossed over his shoulders. Johnny leaned back just enough to look — and groaned, obscene and ragged.

"Fuckin' hell, look at that," he hissed, watching his cum leaking out of you, your cunt red and puffy, still clenching greedily around nothing. His cock throbbed in his hand, still wet, still ready.

"So messy, love. Drippin' for me already. Y'know what that means, don’t ya?"

You shook your head weakly, breath stuttering in your chest. Johnny just grinned, all teeth and danger.

"Means I’ve gotta fill you up again. 'Til you can't take any more."

Without warning, he lined himself up and pushed — forcing his cock back inside your sore, sloppy cunt in one thick, slow thrust. You cried out, back arching, and Johnny moaned like you were his whole damn salvation.

He didn’t give you a chance to breathe. Started fucking you immediately — deep, grinding strokes that had your whole body jolting with each brutal snap of his hips.

"That's it, that's it," he gasped, head tipping back, sweat dripping down his temple. "Take it all, pretty thing. Gonna make sure yer stuck full of me. Walkin' round leakin' my cum for days."

Your brain barely worked anymore. Just open-mouthed whimpers, toes curling, walls spasming around him like you wanted it — wanted everything he was giving you and more.

Johnny's pace turned frantic again, slamming into you harder, the sound of skin against skin filthy and wet between you.

"Belong to me now," he growled, words punching out of him with each thrust. "No one else. Fuckin' mine."

You couldn’t even pretend to fight it. Couldn’t think past the way he filled you so perfectly, the overwhelming heat, the way his cock dragged along every sensitive spot inside you until you felt tears spring to your eyes.

He buried himself to the hilt one final time, grinding down against you, hips jerking as he spilled deep again, thick and endless. You could feel it — the heat, the stretch, the way he pulsed inside you like he was branding you from the inside out.

Johnny didn’t pull out. Just collapsed over you, mouth hot and messy against your jaw, still twitching inside your wrecked cunt.

"Fuck," he whispered hoarsely. "Still not enough. Need you again, love. Gonna fill you 'til you’re round with me, swear it."

Johnny stayed buried in you for a long moment, hips grinding lazy, slow circles, as if trying to force every last drop even deeper. You could feel it leaking out around his cock — hot, sticky, obscene — and you whimpered, overstimulated and wrecked.

Johnny noticed immediately. Growled against your throat, feral.

"Leakin'," he muttered, almost offended. "Can't have that. Gotta keep it all in, love. Need you drippin’ full for me."

He finally, finally pulled out — and the flood of cum that gushed out made you sob, weak and broken. But Johnny didn’t give you a second to recover. He dropped between your legs, shoving two thick fingers inside you without warning, curling them deep and obscene, scooping the mess back up.

"No wastin' it," he rasped, fucking his cum right back into your cunt with slow, filthy thrusts. "Take it all, greedy girl. You fuckin' need it."

Your legs kicked weakly at the overstimulation, but Johnny just grinned — wild and unhinged — before spreading you wider, his thumb pressing down hard on your clit while he stuffed you full with his fingers.

"Gonna breed you proper," he whispered hoarsely. "Fill you so deep you’ll be round with me. Belly all heavy, stuffed full of my fuckin' load—"

You sobbed, hips rolling despite yourself, body desperate for more even as your mind shattered into static. You should have known it’d be like this — Johnny didn’t do anything by halves.

He leaned down, mouth dragging messy, possessive kisses along your trembling stomach like he could will it to swell.

"Mine," he murmured. "All fuckin' mine."

And that’s exactly when you heard the door creak open. You barely had the strength to lift your head, vision blurry — but you saw a tall shadow in the doorway.

Ghost.

He stood there, silent, unreadable behind his mask — just watching. Johnny didn't stop. Didn’t even slow down. He curled his fingers inside you again, making you cry out, making more of the mess spill down your thighs.

Ghost's head tilted slightly, almost curious.

"Problem?" Johnny barked over his shoulder, voice wrecked but cocky as hell. Like he wanted Ghost to see — to know.

Ghost said nothing. Just crossed his arms slowly over his broad chest.

Johnny smirked and turned his attention back to you, dragging his fingers out with a wet squelch just to stuff them right back in — slow and possessive.

"That's right," he said lowly, clearly for Ghost’s benefit now. "Had to take care of it myself. Filled her up so good she's fuckin' leaking. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?"

You whimpered in response — too broken, too full, too wrecked to argue.

Ghost watched you for a long, heavy moment — chest rising and falling — before he spoke, voice flat and unreadable: "You better clean up after yourself, Soap."

Then, calmly — without another word — Ghost shut the door behind him with a click.

Johnny barked out a wild, breathless laugh against your stomach. "Come to help, mate?" he panted, fingers still lazily dragging through the wrecked mess of your cunt. "Think she needs it. Poor thing's so fuckin' stuffed already, can't hold it all."

Ghost didn’t answer. Didn't need to.

He stalked closer, heavy boots thudding against the floor, until he was standing right at the edge of the bed — looming over your trembling body. You watched through blurred eyes as he popped the button on his cargo pants, dragging the zipper down slowly, deliberately.

Johnny shifted you slightly, spreading your legs even wider, thumbs digging bruises into your hips to keep you open — presenting you like a ruined offering.

"C'mon, Ghost," Johnny muttered, voice rough and wild. "Don't leave the girl waitin'. Look how pretty she is—drippin' fuckin' ready."

Still silent, Ghost wrapped a hand around the base of his cock — thick, flushed, already leaking — and lined himself up.

He didn’t ease in. Just pressed the fat head against your already-used, dripping hole and pushed.

You screamed, body arching off the bed, overwhelmed instantly by the stretch, the pressure, the unbearable fullness of taking another man inside you without even a second to adjust.

Ghost let out a low, broken sound, not quite a grunt, not quite a moan, and buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

"There we fuckin' go," Johnny whispered against your ear, laughing breathlessly. "Take him, love. Take us both."

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Ghost fucked you without mercy — slow, devastating thrusts that forced Johnny’s mess and his own spit to spill down your thighs in filthy, wet streams. He said nothing — just breathing harshly through the fabric of his mask, hands brutal on your hips, using you like a living, breathing fucktoy.

Johnny kept whispering filth into your ear — encouragements, praises, commands — while Ghost destroyed you from the inside out.

"That's it, good girl," Johnny crooned, petting your hair while Ghost slammed into you. "Take it like you were fuckin' made for it."

You felt your mind fracturing — pure overstimulation, pure broken pleasure — as Ghost fucked you harder, grinding deep, his cock stretching you to the point of tears.

And then Johnny shifted again — ducking low between your legs to lick around where you were stuffed full, his tongue dragging over your overstretched rim every time Ghost pulled out just a fraction.

"Fuckin' hell," Johnny gasped, almost reverent. "Look at that, Ghost. Cunt's swallowin' you like she needs it."

Ghost let out another low, broken sound — and picked up the pace. The bed creaked violently under you, your body jolting with every brutal, punishing thrust.

You could feel it building — some dark, overwhelming climax you couldn’t fight — tightening low in your stomach, burning up your spine.

Ghost suddenly reached down and gripped your throat — not tight, just heavy, possessive — and that was it.

You shattered. Clamping down around him so hard Ghost actually groaned, thrusts going sloppy, brutal. And then you felt it — hot, thick, spilling deep inside you, Ghost’s cock pulsing violently, joining Johnny’s mess inside your ruined cunt.

You lay there twitching, barely conscious, as Ghost finally pulled out — slow, heavy — and watched as his cum immediately leaked out after him.

Johnny's hand was already there — catching it, stuffing it back inside you with lazy, satisfied fingers.

Ghost pulled his gloves back on silently, redressing with mechanical efficiency. Said nothing. Before he left, he pressed one gloved hand to your trembling thigh — firm, approving — and then disappeared out the door without a word.

Johnny leaned down over you, brushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead.

"Told ya, sweetheart," he whispered with a wicked grin. "Was gonna fill you proper."

And from the ache in your gut and the obscene mess between your thighs —you knew he wasn’t lying.

Morning hit like a slow, heavy sledgehammer.

You barely even remembered falling asleep — just flashes: Johnny fucking his cum deeper into you with lazy, loving thrusts while you sobbed into the sheets; Ghost’s heavy hand gripping your thigh one last time before disappearing without a word.

Now your entire body ached. Your thighs were sore, trembling even at the slightest twitch. Your pussy was a wreck — raw, swollen, still leaking a slow, lazy drip of milky white that soaked into the crumpled sheets beneath you.

You tried to shift — to roll onto your side — and whimpered immediately. Everything hurt. You could feel the mess drying on your skin, inside your cunt, coating your thighs.

And Johnny, of course, was already awake.

He lay stretched out beside you, arms tucked behind his head, a smug, satisfied smirk spread wide across his face.

"Mornin’, sunshine," he drawled, voice rough from use, eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. "Sleep well?"

You glared at him weakly, too exhausted to even muster words. Johnny just grinned wider.

"Y’look wrecked," he said cheerfully, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your sweaty forehead. "Proper job, that."

You tried to move again — a pathetic, sluggish attempt — and Johnny laughed, full-bodied and warm.

"Aw, poor thing. Can’t even fuckin' walk, huh?"

His hand drifted down — over your collarbone, the bruises he’d left, the fingerprints, the possessive marks — until he palmed your lower belly, pressing down just slightly.

You gasped, muscles clenching reflexively around the lingering mess inside you.

Johnny's grin turned wolfish.

"Still full, are ya?" he murmured. "Good girl. Holdin’ it all for us."

He sat up slowly, bare chest gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat, and pulled back the sheets.

You whimpered as cool air brushed your ruined, sore cunt — thighs automatically trying to close, to hide yourself.

Johnny tsked softly, spreading you open with two rough hands like you were something precious to be displayed.

He hummed low in his throat — a sound of satisfaction.

"Ghost’ll be pleased," he muttered, almost to himself.

You blinked sluggishly at him, confused.

Johnny chuckled and gestured toward the nightstand. There — sitting neatly next to a bottle of water — was a simple piece of paper. No name. No explanation. Just three short words, written in Ghost’s heavy, blocky scrawl: “Hold it in.”

Your heart hammered painfully in your chest.

Johnny laughed again — delighted, wrecked — and leaned down to press a filthy, claiming kiss to the inside of your trembling thigh.

"Guess we’re not done after all, love," he whispered against your skin. "Orders are orders."

And from the wicked glint in his eye, you knew you weren’t getting a break anytime soon.

#I’m not ok after this #who knew Soap could be this type of Dom #He was so deliciously unhinged #omg omg omg omg

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lpntld · 2 months ago

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Awwww finally our sweet grumpy lil bean softened enough to let Steve in!! Finally!!!

Good For You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3,363 Summary: Steve helps you through your heat, and you've never felt so safe...or so happy. Warnings: A/B/O AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Sassy/cranky!Homeless!Reader. Vaginal fingering. Praise. Unprotected sex. Oral sex (f receiving). Multiple orgasms. Lots of soft feels. Eye contact, too. And fluff! We have fluff, my good hoes!!! 🥹

A/N: I think this part makes up for last installment’s mean clithanger, if I do say so myself 😌

The simple act of Steve touching your hips and gently smoothing his palms up your sides was like a balm to your overwrought body.

You whined in relief as the agony that had been needling within you all day long finally eased up. Your head hung between your shoulders as you eagerly shoved back against Steve, silently begging for more.

His hands found your bare breasts next and gently tested the weight of you, a deep, husky rumble shaking his chest as you mewled and desperately pressed yourself further into his intimate touch.

You felt him shift closer, the heavy weight of his hard cock pressing against the curve of your ass, but it was the surprise touch of his lips against your shoulder that had you moaning.

All you wanted was to feel him inside of you, filling you up and leaving no room for the pain that had been wracking your poor body for hours upon hours now.

So when Steve breathed out a throaty, “Wait,” and pulled you up from your hands and knees, you wailed in despair.

“Nooooo,” you nearly sobbed, glaring at him fiercely as he turned you to face him and swept you up against his firm torso.

His smile wasn’t smug or teasing, but soft and so so warm as he lifted his hands and gently cradled your face between them.

“I’ll take care of you, omega, I promise,” he breathed, his thumbs caressing along your cheeks as he reeled you closer. “I just need…”

Your irritated gaze met his dark, fond one a second before his lips found yours, and it was another simple touch that had all of your frustration and anger instantly vanishing as Steve kissed you with the kind of passion and desire you had never felt before.

You melted against him, trying your best to keep up with every eager press of his lips against yours. And when he licked his way into your mouth with a groan that had your pussy fluttering, you whimpered, sagging against him more heavily as he drank from your mouth like it was his sole purpose for existing.

When Steve finally pulled away, you were both panting, and when he caught sight of your dazed expression, a boyish grin stole across his face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time.”

“God, you’re such a sap,” you huffed in response, but there was no real bite to your words, and your lips even twitched a little when Steve barked a laugh before pulling you in for another steamy kiss.

Suddenly, a stab of agony lanced through your body and you whined pathetically against Steve’s lips. Sagging against him, you panted, “Please fuck me now before I lose it.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve murmured against your lips, stealing another fleeting kiss before he pulled away.

Relief once again rose within you as he gently maneuvered you until you were back on your hands and knees before him.

“I need you to know that you can stop this at any time,” Steve told you as he shifted closer.

“Not if you don’t actually start,” you snapped, turning to glare at Steve over your shoulder. “Shelf your gentlemanly ways, Hercules, and let your feral alpha out to play because I need you to fuck me right now goddamnit.”

Your eyes went wide as a soft snarl rose up from Steve’s throat, and you watched as his eyes went nearly black with lust as his gaze met yours. He shoved against you so suddenly, you squeaked, and when his big hand landed a solid smack against your pussy, you moaned.

A beat later, two of Steve’s gloriously thick fingers eased into your cunt, deep enough to make you keen. You were already rocking against his hand when he curled over your back, his warm chest heating your skin as his lips found the shell of your ear.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, omega, maybe I’ll put it to good use later.” He chuckled as you clenched around his fingers and shoved into his touch with a hmph.

Your body felt so hyper aware as Steve’s free hand touched the small of your back, warming the skin there as his fingers began to move, sliding in and out of your pussy at a rhythm that was somehow both gentle to ease you into it, but firm enough to give you relief.

It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You had been in agony for hours while you waited for Steve to return home from work, so at this point, even feeling good wasn’t helping.

You just needed the hurt to stop.

Registering how tense you were, Steve smoothed his free hand over your hip to palm your belly. You felt his chest vibrate with a soft alpha purr as he urged you to, “Let it feel good, omega.” As your body began to go more pliant, he praised you, “Yeah, there you go. You deserve to feel good.”

You whined in response without meaning to–your inner omega rising to the surface for a beat–and your face instantly heated at how fucking pathetic and needy you were. “Stop messing with my head,” you snarled.

“I’m not trying to mess with your head, I just want you to feel good and loosen up for me,” Steve assured you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before doing the same to the other. “And I want to be good to you, too, sweetheart.”

Even as you shuddered at his soft kisses–and softer declaration–you hmphed at him.

“It’s okay,” you could hear the smile in Steve’s voice as his fingers slipped from your cunt and swirled around your clit before moving away entirely. “I’m sure I can turn off that beautiful brain somehow.”

A sassy response was on the tip of your tongue, but it instantly vanished as you felt Steve’s cock catch against your entrance. Your breath hitched as he started to push inside you, and then you choked on another whine as you felt the hard, thick length of him slowly start to fill you up.

You moaned long and loud as your needy body greedily swallowed inch after inch of Steve’s impressive cock. By the time he was buried to the hilt and groaning behind you, you were embarrassingly close to cumming and trying like hell to stem your release and not come off as a total chump.

“Remember, let it feel good,” Steve suddenly whispered against your ear. His fingers gently rubbed circles against your clit, and just like that, you were cumming.

You gave a wordless cry of ecstasy as pleasure rushed through every inch of you. Your body rejoiced at the blissful onslaught–the feeling so foreign but amazingly euphoric–as you trembled and mewled and clenched hard around Steve’s cock.

“Good girl,” Steve breathed against your warm cheek, his fingers still strumming at your clit as you turned your face and gave him a side-stink eye. His grin was boyish before he kissed your scowl away, his hips finally starting to move in shallow ruts as he told you, “Stop thinking so much and trying so hard to be strong. You don’t need to be strong with me, omega. No fronts. No armor. You’re safe to let go with me, I promise.”

Blinking back the sudden burn of tears, you turned away from Steve, sinking down to rest your cheek on your stacked hands as you grumbled, “You talk too much, Hercules.”

Steve huffed a laugh, giving your hips a gentle squeeze as he teased, “I don’t really think you mind all that much.”

And then he really started to move.

You couldn’t muffle your wispy sigh of relief as Steve’s hips started to push and pull, his cock filling you up over and over again as your pussy fluttered and clenched, pulsed and gripped.

“Mmmm, you feel so good, just like I knew you would,” Steve moaned, his fingers curling into the flesh of your hips just a little bit harder as he picked up his pace.

When he shifted his angle slightly, you couldn’t help the cry of carnal delight that escaped your lips on his next thrust, your body lighting up from the inside out as you eagerly shoved back into the next surge of his hips.

“More!” you demanded breathlessly, your insides winding tight and your face overheating as you listened to the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the wet squelching of your soaked pussy rising up all around you. “Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Steve’s fingers were back on your clit, rubbing relentlessly as he fucked you with abandon now. “Cum for me, omega,” he rumbled.

And you did.

Your body clenched hard as your second orgasm crested, and then you were crying your release as another round of bliss flooded your veins in a hot, sinful rush that had you panting Steve’s name and moaning into the sheets.

Steve waited until your pussy stopped its wild fluttering before he pulled out of you, and then he was flipping you over and outright grinning at your startled yelp and fierce glower.

“Let’s see if I can wipe that stink eye from your face, trouble,” he winked at you.

That was all the warning you got before he sank onto his stomach, yanked you against him, and tossed your legs over his shoulders as he buried his face in your cunt.

“Oh fucccck!” you squealed as he tongued up your messy slit before sucking your clit into his mouth. “Jesus Christ, Hercules, give a girl some warning–” your words peaked into another keen as you came yet again.

You moaned wordlessly as you rutted against Steve’s face, riding out your orgasm as you sank your hand into his soft, blonde hair and gripped hard enough to make him groan into your folds.

Once your body sagged back against the bed, completely boneless, Steve hummed in approval, spreading your legs as wide as possible with a hand planted on each of your thighs. He took his time lapping up your release, and once he spread your folds apart with his thumbs and started to tongue at your clit, your hand was back in his hair as you gently rocked your hips in a silent invitation for more.

Steve gave it to you, eating you out like the champion pussy eater you were learning him to be. He even added his fingers into the mix, so your greedy cunt had something to clamp around the next time your body rattled with another toe-curling orgasm.

It was a testament to how blissed out you were, that you were uninhibitedly smiling like a dope when Steve rose up from between your thighs and carefully stretched out over your body. His eyes were twinkling, and warm, as he sank against you, and you limply raised a hand to pat his rosy cheek.

“I like your mouth so much better when it yaps less and laps more.”

At your cheeky grin, Steve couldn’t help but laugh. The warm, happy sound had something deep inside your chest fluttering to life. You felt both outside of yourself and so avid in your concentration as your grin softened and your touch shifted from cupping Steve’s smooth cheek to your fingers gently tracing along his face.

He really was obnoxiously attractive–the picture of perfection–made all the more beautiful by the way he was looking at you right now.

Like he was thinking the same exact thing about you.

The very thought made part of you want to flee and another part of you–a part you had a suspicion was your dopey inner omega–want to bask in his attention and care of you for as long as possible.

You willingly leaned into that latter part of you for once, your fingers trailing along Steve’s bottom lip as you hitched up your leg and curled it over his hip, tugging him closer and opening yourself up to him all at once.

“More,” you murmured, not waiting for Steve to fulfill your request but instead reaching between your bodies and gripping his still hard cock yourself.

Your gazes locked as you dragged his tip along your center. There was something so ridiculously hot–and so painfully intimate–about gazing into each other's eyes as you yourself guided Steve’s cock back to your entrance and lined him up just right.

He dipped close suddenly, kissing you in a way that was as sinful and intimate as everything else about this moment. Then he tilted his hips and slid into your body with ease, filling you up and completing you all at once, like this–deep inside of you, a part of you–was where he was meant to be all along.

This time around, neither of you talked. But you did keep your gazes locked, and while that act itself felt more vulnerable than the actual sex, it made everything about being with Steve here and now even more intense.

Before long, you were right on the precipice of blissful release once more. Giving a soft keen, you clung to Steve, arching up against him and writhing as your body toed the line of ecstasy with each surge of his hips.

His lips found yours again, soft and languid as they worked against your own. Steve was unhurried in his tasting of you, like it was less about kissing and more about savoring.

It was the way he watched you so intently–so clearly taken with you and as lost to his own pleasure as you were to yours–that had you cumming for a final time with a sharp cry against his kiss-swollen lips.

Steve groaned as your pussy clenched around his cock, pulsing and fluttering and driving him right over the edge to his own release. He gasped against your lips, his eyes dazed as they met yours.

You fluttered all over again as you felt his cock throb inside of you, felt the way his hips desperately rutted and pumped as he filled you up with his cum. His forehead dropped to yours, his lips hovering just above your own as he panted his pleasure and gave a final thrust before his alpha knot was expanding.

Your gazes were still fixed on one another as your bodies joined in a new way now. Your inner omega was so joyfully sated while you yourself were in an almost delirious state of awe.

That you were here right now with Steve, that not only had the sex been incredible, but he had taken such good care of you first and foremost. That it could actually feel good to be an omega, to be with an alpha, to give yourself to another in the most vulnerable way possible.

That you didn’t want this to end. In fact, you wanted to experience it all over again, with Steve.

“You okay?” His soft voice pulled you from your thoughts, and the way his brows were knit in concern as he caressed your cheek with his knuckle had your insides swooping.

For once, sass escaped you entirely, especially as you realized how thoroughly exhausted you were–but not in a bad way.

In a really, really good way.

You nodded, your eyes drooping heavily between blinks before staying shut altogether. As you drifted closer and closer to sleep, you weren’t even mad or ruffled at all when a soft, happy chirp worked its way up your throat and past your lips.

Vaguely aware of the way Steve gently petted your head and pressed a kiss to your cheek, you didn’t stubbornly force yourself to stay awake or be on high alert when what your body really needed–and so desperately wanted–right now was rest.

Because you knew that you were safe here with Steve, that he would continue to take care of you–especially in your vulnerable heat state–and he would be here waiting for you when you awoke, once again ready and willing to give you whatever you needed.

You slept long and hard and straight through until the next morning.

Then, as you predicted, Steve was right there beside you, ready to take care of you in any way you needed to get you through your heat as painlessly–and as pleasurably–as possible.

A few days later, finally on the other side of it, you could honestly say that it was the best heat you had ever experienced. You had a sneaking suspicion that Steve knew it too, if his soft, dopey smile was any indication.

You rolled your eyes as you glanced up from your half-eaten breakfast plate and caught Steve softly smiling at you again.

The return of your stink eye as you glared at him had him biting back a smile as he sat next to you at the dining table. He happily dug into his own breakfast for a few moments before his eyes lifted again and landed on you.

“I can get you suppressants from the hospital, if you want,” he offered out of nowhere.

You finished chewing, arching an eyebrow at him as he watched you, awaiting your response. “That’s very generous of you considering you were such a benefactor of my heat.” Outwardly, your lips tilted into a smirk as inwardly, insecurity rose up within you. “Is this your way of trying to let me down gently? Did I not perform to your sexual standards, Hercules?”

Steve’s eyes went wide, his mouth gaping for a moment before he quickly shook his head. “No, god! You were incredible. Beautiful. These last few days have been…amazing.”

There was such an obvious and unrepentant tinge of awe to Steve’s voice, that all of your doubt and insecurity instantly melted away. Beyond amused now, you watched him bluster and blush, trying to compliment you–and genuinely so–without being gross about it, considering you had just spent the past few days fucking like rabbits.

“I just…” he sighed, taking a breath to steady himself. He set his fork down and hesitantly reached for your free hand, covering it with his own as his earnest eyes met yours. “I want you to feel like you have options, and that you have everything you need to make the decisions that feel best for you.”

You didn’t respond right away, but you also didn’t pull away from Steve’s gentle touch as you nibbled on some more of your food. From the corner of your eye, you saw him shift in his seat, in impatience or concern, probably, so you finally put him out of his misery by releasing a long sigh and lifting your gaze to his.

”You know,” you started, your eyes flickering away as you continued, “Coming here, to you, for my heat, that was my decision.”

For some reason, your admission had you feeling shy, and then immediately cranky about it. The fact that you could see a beaming smile split Steve’s lips from your periphery didn’t help, it just made you huff before you shoveled more food into your mouth.

After a long moment of silence, Steve spoke again, his voice tinged with something different now–the type of playful teasing that had your belly somersaulting–as he asked, “So…did I perform to your sexual standards or—“

“Stop fishing,” you glared at him.

Steve grinned in return, that roguish, boyish grin that you had only just discovered, that reminded you of things much less innocent than eating breakfast together.

“You’re still here, so I’ll take that as a good sign,” he hummed, looking not so much smug as chuffed.

You rolled your eyes, muttering, “Speaking of my decisions, right now, I’m deciding whether or not to dump my plate in your lap.”

Steve gave a surprised bark of laughter at your threat, throwing his head back and grabbing at his chest.

You couldn’t help but peek up at him to witness his utter joyous delight, feeling chuffed yourself now for causing that reaction.

And when his warm, fond gaze met yours once he was done laughing, you found yourself unable to suppress the soft, genuine smile that curled across your lips before you glanced away and continued to enjoy your breakfast.

Here–happy and safe–with Steve.

🥹 I love them with my hole whole heart.

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lpntld · 2 months ago

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Don’t you do it to us Star 😫 we’re already so fragile

Oh oh oh!

Will bucky have a special golden egg (larger than the rest of the eggs) that has cash 💵 inside instead of candy? Who ever finds it first gets to keep the cash! ��🐣

Considering this is Bucky we're talking about, all the easter eggs had one of the three : cash, jewelry or candies.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee.

A/N: Easter fic teaser.

"Ooh monies," Bee cheers, cracking the easter egg open before carefully closing it and dropping it in her basket. A few seconds later. "Ooh pwetty rings."

Its been ten minutes of this and she responds the same way each time she get new "treasures".

Bucky went overboard and had the backyard covered in easter eggs of various sizes and colors. So many were scattered between the back door and the edge of the yard that Bee was already on her second basket.

"You know it's not really a hunt if she's surrounded by eggs, Bucky." You lean against his chest, watching with amusement as Bee and Frankie swap eggs and immediately stumble across five more.

Bucky hums in his throat, placing one hand in his pocket. "You didn't specify how challenging it had to be so it was left up to me. You know I don't like my girls having to work too hard."

He catches the glimpse of a smile fighting it's way past your lips even as you roll your eyes.

"Besides with her occupied that gives me time to give you your present," he teases, pausing to softly kiss your neck. "Unless you don't want it," his voice skated across your skin.

You mull your response, temptation sweeping through your veins, calling you to give in. Your eyes follow the toddlers roaming the backyard, gazes laser focused on the dark green grass beneath them. Bee leans over, grabbing two lavender eggs, her growing collection almost tipping out of her basket.

"Lookit pink stawburts. My favorites," Bee says, jumping up and down, like she doesn't have a basket full of her favorite candies sitting on one of the benches. "What you get Frankie?"

Bucky hums again, drawing your attention back to him. "I can always take it back."

You scoff. This man has never taken a gift back. He's hidden new necklaces in your vanity, given Bee matching items so you couldn't say no to whatever he splurged on, left things in your purse and have the audacity to look shocked and confused when you asked him how they got there.

But take back a gift? He doesn't know how to do that.

"Let me see it, Barnes," you reply, heart warming when you feel him smile against your neck.

"Anything for you. Malyshka," he murmurs in return, revealing his hand, a charm bracelet dangles between his fingers. A little chubby bumblebee, an easel, the Barnes family emblem and a pair of miniature wedding rings are nestled between the easter themed charms. It's a gorgeous piece that just so happens to match the dress you're wearing.

"It's beautiful," you say, lifting your wrist. He closes the delicate clasp with ease, so used to putting jewelry on your body.

"Yes you are." This time you can't stop the grin from pulling at your lips even when you see him smirk. He's good and he knows you know how good he is.

For a few moments, the two of you stay like that. Your newest charm bracelet warm on your skin, a gentle breeze fluttering the bottom of your dress and Bucky's chin on your shoulder, the two of you watching Bee and Frankie run around the yard finding brightly colored eggs, excited for each one.

Bucky would have never guessed what would happen next. Neither would you.

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King Price assuring his pretty new bride that it’s tradition his most trusted men be there for the consummation of their marriage. It’s just part of the ceremony and to be expected. Nothing to be nervous or shy about. His inner circle are strictly professional and all about upholding the sanctity of marriage.

Now just lay back and let Johnny work your pretty little cunt open with his tongue. Your king would hurt you if you weren’t ready, and we can’t have that can we? We need you relaxed and pliant. It’s okay if it feels good, no need to fight it. Johnny is here to please you as much as he is there for John. You are the new queen after all.

Kyle can help you keep your cries down, just open your mouth nice and wide for him. Just like that. Let him stuff his cock down your throat to muffle you. We don’t want the maids in waiting to hear you scream. Scare the poor dears to death thinking you were in pain.

Then when you’re ready John will bully his way into your slick hole. He knows the stretch burns but he keeps going, assuring you it gets better. As he bends your knees up to your ears he whispers to you about how good you feel. How pretty you are with tears in your eyes and his name on your lips. That it’s okay to claw at him as he punches against your cervix as he pushes in hard and deep when he comes.

When John rolls off you, Simon’s fingers are there quickly replace him, making sure none of the kings spend goes to waste. He knows your overstimulated and sore but don’t try and crawl away. Unless you want a sharp smack to your abused clit. And as your body clenches around his fingers you can rock your hips to match his movements pushing into you, no need to be shy.

And as you lay there on display in the bed, hips up on a pillow to keep everything in that Simon pushed back inside, Johnny will clean you up. Wipe away the left over spit and come from your thighs with a deliciously warm cloth. He’ll use his tongue again for the especially tender parts if you whine prettily enough. Kyle does the same for his King as John lays next to you, grinning as he watches.

Meanwhile, Simon leaves to tell the Court it’s done; his fingers still glistening as the evidence.

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lpntld · 2 months ago

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I’m already so invested. I love Soap, Price and Gaz being so sweet and helpful with Omega already . Poor Omega, Simon needs to get his head out of his ass and bond them before someone else does!

Coal - Two

Pairing: Alpha!Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Omega!Reader

Summary: Adjusting to life with your Pack is hard, adjusting to the other Alphas on base is even harder.

Warnings: A/b/o dynamics, military inaccuracies, language, sexual themes, Angst, unwanted male attention,

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: im not kidding i have 39 drafts currently and at least half of them are ready to be posted im just rotten <3

~*~

It's been a week since your arrival and you have yet to see your mate.

Soap has made a point to spend as much time with you as he physically can, Gaz joining more often than not.

Whether that's walking you to breakfast, showing you around, or persuading you to join them in an old storage room in the basement that's been repurposed and turned into a rec room exclusive to members of the 141. And now, to their Omega as well.

However, just because you haven't seen Simon doesn't mean he hasn't seen you.

He tries to keep to his regular routine, he really does, but it's hard to maintain when his other pack mates are busy with the new toy Laswell brought.

Sparring just isn't the same when he's by himself.

It's worse when Soap joins him, reeking of you.

Sweet sweet Omega, with soft eyes.

A jumpy thing, scared, no doubt.

Every morning he swallows the growls and frustrations of his inner Alpha.

He doesn't need an Omega.

Especially not one who's been groomed to serve. The last thing he needs is a handmaid.

"You could join them, you know."

Simon says nothing, just continues to watch as Soap and Gaz chat your ear off in the mess.

Price sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes on the Alpha and the internal battle that he's not hiding nearly as well as he thinks he is.

"Why do you torment yourself? She's yours, and she's right there. Take her."

With a hardly noticeable clench of his jaw, Simon turns on his heel and leaves.

Sighing once more, Price heads over to join the three of you at your usual table.

The moment he sits down you stiffen, smelling the other Alpha.

Instinctively, your head snaps to where the Captain came from, desperate to catch a glimpse of the big man to whom you belong.

He's gone.

Your shoulders slump forward the tiniest bit and you frown, your lighthearted conversation with Gaz forgotten as disappointment courses through your veins.

How are you supposed to help the man if you can't even see him?

"Don't mind him," Soap suddenly says, breaking the tense silence.

You bring your eyes up to his and are slightly surprised when you see nothing but honesty in them.

"He takes a while to come around, don't let it get ya down. He's a real softie once you get to know him."

You hum, dropping your eyes down to the table.

His words do little to make you feel better.

You're sure the Lieutenant isn't a horrible man when you get to know him. Once he lets you get to know him. And that is a luxury you're not sure will be extended to you.

Later that day, like so many others, Soap and Gaz are leading you downstairs toward the rec room.

They prattle on about something to do with their training, an approaching assignment, but you can't focus on that.

No, instead, your focus is on the intoxicating scent of the Alpha who refuses to claim you.

It's stronger down here than it's ever been, and when you step into the rec room you realize why.

There he is, standing tall by the bookcase against the far wall.

His shoulders tense when you enter the room, but he doesn't look at you.

You shrink in on yourself the tiniest bit and follow closely behind Soap as he heads to one of the two couches.

He collapses with an obnoxious groan, his eyes on the Alpha at the bookcase.

"Nice o' you to finally join us," he calls sarcastically, his hand sliding over yours soothingly when you take a seat beside him.

Simon says nothing, only turns to face the Beta.

The movement wafts his scent toward you and you can't help the soft whine that falls from your lips.

He's right there! Why isn't he coming closer? Why hasn't he scented you yet? Why hasn't he so much as lifted his eyes to your face?!

These questions tumble over each other in your mind only for everything to go quiet when he does, in fact, bring his eyes to your face.

His gaze finds yours, holding it despite your innate desire to look away.

He forces you to look into his eyes and you feel exposed, vulnerable, afraid, almost.

A low growl rumbles in his chest, and then he's leaving the room without a word.

His quick departure leaves you breathless, and you bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood in your attempt at fighting tears.

A wave of disappointment and anger rolls toward you, and you can't help but shrink in on yourself even more.

Unhappy. Alpha is unhappy. Alpha is angry.

The rational part of your brain tries to drown out your inner Omega, reminding you of Laswell's words.

It's not you. It's not you. He's unhappy with the arrangement, Alpha is not unhappy with you.

You repeat the words silently to yourself like a mantra, until Soap's long fingers winding around your wrist pull you from your thoughts.

"You a'right in there, little one?" He asks softly.

You're nodding before he's even finished speaking.

"Omega," he warns, a frown on his face.

The use of your title sends a jolt through your body and you straighten up, dropping your head forward in submission.

"You're going through a lot, honey. It's okay if you're not okay. Your entire life has been uprooted and your Alpha isn't exactly making it easy for you here," Gaz whispers gently, taking a seat on your other side.

You swallow hard and take a few deep breaths before speaking.

"I just... don't understand," you finally whisper.

Gaz and Soap both lean in, each pumping out their own fair share of comforting pheromones and successfully drowning out the sour scent of your anxiety.

It's instinctive, something Betas are naturally trained to do when an Alpha or an Omega seems to be in distress.

It's part of what makes them so crucial to a strong pack dynamic.

"Not many understand the Lt, little one. Don't beat yourself up over it. He just... needs time."

You nod, trying your best to believe his words.

Time, the Alpha needs time.

A small part of you can't help but scoff at the very notion of it.

He needs time.

He needs time to adjust.

What about you? What about your need for adjustment? He's not the one who's been taken from one of the only homes he's ever known. He's not the one who needs to adjust to four new people, an entire pack.

He's not the one who's very nature demands he serve and obey.

But he's the one preventing you from doing that which your nature demands.

Lifting your eyes to Gaz's and then over to Soap's, you give each of them a weak nod.

"Okay."

Your eyes drop down again and the two Betas exchange glances.

Your words and your scent are telling different stories.

They can smell your displeasure and what seems to be annoyance, but they say nothing. Instead, Soap is changing the subject and Gaz is following along with an almost practiced ease.

~*~

That night, long after you've called it a night, Soap finds himself playing the role of personal punching bag to his Lieutenant.

Simon's shoulders are tense, his punches sloppy, but he makes up for that with the force he puts behind them as he spars with the unfortunate Beta.

"Somethin' botherin' ya, Lt.?" The cheeky Scot asks, ducking around a punch and dancing around the bigger man.

"You know bloody well," Simon grits out, glaring at the Beta.

Soap opens his mouth to speak but finds himself on his back on the mats, the air knocked from his lungs.

Simon growls warningly in his chest as the man sucks in a breath.

Finally, he speaks.

"Like it or not, she's a part o' the pack now. She's your Omega. As long as you're still employed here, she's your mate and you know that. 'Ve already heard Laswell talkin' about you sharing barracks sooner to force proximity before your next rut."

A shiver runs down the Alpha's spine at the idea of taking his pretty Omega during his rut. Knotting her nice and full, pumping her belly full of pups.

He shakes the thoughts from his head and glares down at the Beta.

"The last thing any of us needs is a fucken liability. And you mark my words - that's all she's gonna be."

With that, he turns on his heel and leaves the gym without another word.

He means to head straight to his quarters, he really does, but a familiar scent on the way catches him off guard.

Against his better judgement, he follows it. Follows the trail down the stairs and into the rec room with a sort of silence that he's mastered.

And there you sit, curled up in a ball in the corner of the couch with a book in hand.

There you are, in his corner of the couch, with one of his books in your hand.

He stands there for several minutes, watching you, watching as, with every flip of a page, you bring the book to your nose and take a sniff.

You shouldn't be down here alone. Shouldn't be wandering around alone and unclaimed.

The thought shocks him, and he takes a half-step out of the room.

The sound of movement makes you drop the book, spinning on the couch and facing the door only to see both nothing and no one.

With a frown on your face, you pick the book back up and hold it to your chest.

Maybe some things are better done with your two Betas.

Quickly, you exit the room, only to be smacked with a wall of the scent that you've been sniffing the pages of Mrs. Dalloway looking for.

A whimper leaves your lips.

He was here.

He was right here.

And you missed him.

Your face screws up with confusion.

What was he doing down here so late?

A small part of you, the tiny part that is still hopeful that there's a happily ever in store for you, whispers that maybe... just maybe... he was down here because you were.

Maybe he was coming to talk to you, scent you, accept you.

Those thoughts are squashed by the reality of the situation.

He was down here and now he's not.

Clutching the book to your chest, you scurry back to your quarters with your head down.

Eyes follow you the entire way, making sure you get there safely. Last thing he needs is extra paperwork if something were to happen to you.

At least, that's what Simon tells himself.

The next day (really, later that morning), Captain Price is walking you to breakfast like he has every day since your arrival.

He plates your food for you, chatting softly to you about this or that, anything to try and create an air of familiarity.

He even pulls your chair out for you when you freeze a few steps away from the table.

The three men act as though nothing's changed, and you try to follow their lead, swallowing hard as you take a seat across from the Lieutenant.

He pays no attention to you, keeping his focus on whatever Soap is prattling on about.

The Scot pauses his conversation, however, to bid you a cheerful 'good morning'.

You smile warmly at him, "good morning."

Simon stiffens slightly at your warm, honey-sweet voice, but otherwise makes no indication of noticing your presence.

"Think you can clear some time in your busy schedule today?" Gaz asks, nudging your foot under the table.

Your attention snaps to him, your shoulders relaxing.

"I'm sure I can juggle some things around."

Price lets out a soft huff that you're pretty sure is supposed to be a chuckle, and Gaz grins at you.

"Perfect. You're gonna join Johnny and I in the gun range today."

You set your fork down and raise your brows at him.

"I'm sorry?"

Soap gives you a toothy smile and nods his agreement.

"After breakfast. We figured y'could use a change. 'Sides, wanna show off."

Gaz snorts, "we know who the better shot is, Johnny."

"Aye, m'glad we're in agreement, then."

Their banter, somehow, makes you feel more relaxed, something that does not go unnoticed by them.

Breakfast is finished swiftly after that, with Price cleaning up your stuff while Gaz and Soap each rush over to take one of your arms.

You can't help but giggle, allowing both of them to escort you out of the mess and toward the gun range.

You feel so comfortable with the two of them that you don't notice the third man until he's pushing into the gun range behind you.

He notices the way you tense upon realizing his presence, but he says nothing. Instead, he keeps close to the wall while Johnny chats your ear off as he and Kyle gather their equipment.

He doesn't hear a word the Scot says. His attention is too focused on you. He stares without shame, watching every movement, every twitch on your face, every muscle that works to pull your lips back over your teeth in what could be one of the most beautiful smiles he's ever seen.

He can see the strain in your neck as you fight the urge to turn and look at him. Can see the way you fidget, fingernails scratching at your palm, picking at a loose string on your sleeve, anything to keep them from being still.

Good, he thinks. You should be nervous.

He's not sure why, though.

The bang of a gun breaks him from his thoughts, and he shoots a glance at the target only to scoff and roll his eyes.

Soap gives him a pointed glare, and lines up another shot, only to miss the target once more.

You watch with intrigue as Gaz pushes Soap out of the way to line up a shot of his own, only to miss.

"Sloppy," Simon chimes in, his thick arms crossed over his broad chest.

"I'd like to see you try, Lt. S'hard to focus around somethin' so sweet," Soap whines, a hand finding your waist as he nuzzles his nose into your hair.

The sudden brazen contact in front of him has your heart skipping a beat, a soft gasp falling from your lips.

"Shouldn't make a difference," the Lieutenant barks. "Go stand in front of the target."

It takes you a minute to realize he's talking to you, only piecing it together when your eyes find his after no one else moves.

He raises his brows as if asking what you're waiting for, and you quickly obey.

Soap helps you climb over the barrier, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

He knows Simon wouldn't put you in harm's way. He may not be the most accepting of the new life you share, but the man isn't a monster. He wouldn't be doing this unless he was absolutely certain of his aim.

You, however, don't know him like Soap knows him.

Your footsteps echo in your ears as you approach the target, and the roaring of your blood drowns out all other sounds when you come to a stop, turning to face the three men.

Every heartbeat is audible, every breath slow and shaky as you lift your eyes to your Alphas.

If this is a test, you intend to pass it.

If this is where you meet your end, then sobeit.

Simon raises his eyes to yours, those deep browns so full of ice as he looks at you, and then he's taking a gun from Gaz and aiming toward you.

The image of him standing strong, tall, gun in hand and pointed toward you, is not one you think you'll forget anytime soon.

Your jaw flexes and you take another deep breath, trying to stay as steady as you can while this man, your Alpha, glares at you over the barrel of a gun.

He wouldn't hurt you, you try to tell yourself. And even if he did, maybe death wouldn't be so bad.

A shot rings out and, seemingly at the same time, the bullet thumps into the target just above your head.

You can't help but jump, squeezing your eyes shut for a brief moment then huffing a breath out through your mouth and bringing your eyes back to his.

He keeps his gaze focused on yours as he takes another shot, and then another, then another until he's emptied the clip.

Each bullet gets closer and closer, but not a single one so much as nicks you.

Finally, he lowers his arm, setting the weapon down and glancing at his comrades.

After so much noise, the silence feels deafening.

"That's enough playing. Get your heads back on the right way and meet me in the gym."

With that, he turns on his heel and exits, leaving you alone and a little shaken against the target.

Soap and Gaz exchange glances, and then Soap is following after your Alpha while Gaz climbs over the barrier and makes his way toward you.

"You okay, little one?"

Refusing to show your fear, you nod, stepping away when he reaches out to touch your arm.

"Which way to my room?" You ask quietly, voice trembling the tiniest bit.

Kyle's heart breaks a little but he gives you the directions, watching as you scurry away without another word or look in his direction.

You keep your head tucked as you move through the hallways, letting out a sharp gasp when someone suddenly steps in front of you.

"You smell like a dream."

Your heart drops and you take a half-step back.

"C'mon, don't be like that," The Alpha tries again, reaching for your wrist.

You shake your head and take a step around him, picking up the pace and hurrying away.

You don't lift your eyes from your feet until you're safely in your room, and then you can't help but hyperventilate.

This is NOT what was supposed to happen.

Trembling fingers clutch your phone and you glare through foggy eyes until you find Laswell's number.

Hovering over the contact, you stare for a few minutes before finally shutting your phone off and tossing it aside.

Everything is fine, you decide.

You aren't hurt, and no one has really tried to hurt you. You're being dramatic.

This is the military. The Alphas here are the exact ones you learned about at the Shelter. All you need to do to survive is follow orders and keep your head down.

That's it.

And eventually, maybe Lieutenant Riley will put a mark on your neck and a pup in your belly so you can stop worrying about drawing attention from other Alphas.

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