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Supernova

Warning: NSFW, A/B/O, pining idiots, fem reader, mentions of pregnancy

The way the meteor shower sparkled in the pollen that fell around him, the sharp gasp of his inhale when he caught sight of the aurora dancing above you, the stunned silence that echoed in the biting cold, the aching need in your chest that threatened to swallow you whole, it was all so overwhelming. Tears threatened to spill over as you watched him unclip the satchel slung across his chest with practiced ease and drop gracelessly into a snowdrift. He looked over at you with his crooked, roguish grin and patted the snow under the crook of his arm in a gesture of welcome.

The easy camaraderie he held with you was a poison blade between your ribs. Every honey- sweet compliment that dripped from his gorgeous lips, every casual passing of his hand across your shoulders or down your arm, every act of vulnerability so at odds with everything you’d ever known about alpha’s… it was so hard to breathe. You had it bad and he knew, right? It’s not like you’d made any real valiant effort to hide it.

You hesitated a beat too long and it caused a furrow in his brow that you resisted the urge to smooth away with a press of your lips as you acquiesced. His arm gathered you into his side and you visibly winced at the smell of him, not that he appeared to notice. Your suppressors did a miracle job of keeping your heats at bay, making life outside the safety net of civil society far less perilous, but even modern medicine has its limits. The two of you were biologically compatible and being so close to him had your nerve endings singing. Even without the complication of your schoolgirl crush, the proximity was intoxicating. You couldn’t help but pause to admire the way the aurora and flashes of spacerocks burning through the atmosphere backlit his profile in a stunning silhouette. He was a living work of art. The wild cast of his hair, the elegant curve of his nose, proud cheekbones and a gorgeous jawline accented by rosebud lips that begged for a kiss even as they rambled into madness.

He was rambling now, actually, exalting you with trivia about the lunar cycles of this planet and the rarity of such a cosmic event at this point in its cycle. His husky voice held a tension beneath that you couldn’t translate. As much as Ezra talked, he still managed to remain such an enigma at times. Simultaneously so vulnerable and yet so guarded, like a semi- domesticated feral cat. Whatever he said must have been laced with innuendo because he grinned down at you with boyish mischief that made you want to tug on his blonde patch and poke his dimple. Instead you just beamed up at him conspiratorially and tried not to react when he pulled you even closer into his side. Even through your thick coats you could feel his warmth, ever a living furnace. The two of you laid like that for a long time, just listening to him regale you with fanciful half truths, before the two of you agreed that it was best to set up camp before you managed to fall asleep in the snow and catch your death.

You helped Ezra erect his tent first, a feat he still struggled with in the absence of his other arm. Once he seemed set for the night, you set about constructing your own. In theory, the lining of the tent was filled with a bio agent that used exothermic bacteria to insulate the occupants. Unfortunately, you had somehow managed to puncture the lining of your tent. Without that layer of protection, the tent was essentially useless in protecting you from the elements. Your Omega instincts briefly had you considering asking the Alpha for help, but you quickly dismissed the notion. The deafening silence of the snowy terrain carried his pillow- soft snores to you and you were loathe to disturb his well- earned rest. Besides, earning respect in an Alpha- dominated field as an Omega had cost you nearly everything along the way. You weren’t about to let childish notions of romance and poorly suppressed hormones destroy everything you’d worked so hard for. Instead, you decided to layer all of your clothes and suck it up for the night. Despite the cold, you managed to fall asleep and dreamed about kissing the crinkles around Ezra’s eyes that made your heart ache every time he laughed.

It must have been several hours later when Ezra’s voice shattered your dreamscape and doused you in the bitter proverbial cold of waking reality. He was kneeling over you, panic carved into the noble sculpt of his features. You blinked blearily up at him before realizing that your tent was now billowing in tatters, the hole in the lining having grown exponentially in the biting winds, and you no longer felt cold. In fact, you were uncomfortably hot. You mumbled something to that effect and watched the panic light his face again. You couldn’t quite piece your thoughts together over why he was so upset, but you were overcome with the need to soothe his worry.

In a series of movements that you would not have expected from someone still adjusting to life minus a limb, he hauled you up and nearly dragged you the distance between your tents before depositing you carefully inside his much warmer insulated canvas shelter. You stared dumbly at him as he zipped the two of you inside and started stripping down. Some faraway part of you screamed to look away, preserve his honor and your dignity, but the sudden onslaught of his unfiltered scent washed over you and you barely bit back a moan. Once he was down to his boxer briefs he stumbled over himself to start peeling away your layers. Your foggy brain was now in full tornado- siren mode. He was saying something but all you could manage was to stare up at him in shock and confusion as he made incredibly quick work of all of your layers.

You were sure that he could probably smell your brain engine overheating as he zipped his sleeping bag around you and snaked his limbs around yours like he was trying to absorb you into his being. Everything was so overwhelming and you realized you were shaking against him uncontrollably.

“S-s-s-s-s-sorry, Ez. I c-c-c-cant s-s-t-t-t-top.” Ezra squeezed you tighter and pressed his lips to your temple.

“Shhhh, little supernova,I’ve got you. We’ll have you back to your resplendent self in no time, just keep your hold on consciousness. Don’t you dare depart from me, you stubborn woman.” The humor in his words did little to hide the fear in his voice. He hissed slightly when you wrapped yourself more tightly around him and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck to hide it. The proximity of his mouth to your scent gland made you gasp and you felt your face warm painfully in response.

After several minutes exhaustion crept back into the marrow of your bones and you were quickly losing your fight against the sleep that was creeping in from the edges. Ezra noticed immediately and pinched your side harshly to keep you awake. You yelped in surprise as he rubbed his hand over the spot in apology

“Stay with me, please.” His voice was fragile and it sent a pang of guilt straight to your heart.

“I’m here, Ezra.” You whispered into his skin. He seemed dissatisfied with your reassurance, though, and proceeded to play a game of twenty questions to keep you engaged until you were warm enough to quell his fears of hypothermic coma. His questions ranged from your favorite prospecting location to childhood comfort foods. By the time your internal temperature had risen to safe levels, both of you were far beyond exhaustion, but he refused himself sleep in favor of watching you.

“I’ll find repose when I’m satisfied you are out of the woods, so to speak. Sleep, little flame, I will join you in slumber soon.” You didn’t have the strength left to put up a fight, settling for reaching up to place your hand on his cheek before dreams overtook you once more. Ezra fought his own eyelids for a while after, counting your breaths and keeping you pressed as tightly to him as possible. He was still shaken to his core at the fright of finding you, the clandestine goddess of his every redeeming quality, nearly frozen amongst the tatters of your ruined shelter. He had very nearly lost you as he slept completely unaware just a few meters away.

He covered the hand that still rested against his cheek with his own and wished bitterly that he could wrap you up safely in his arms the way another alpha could, the way you, above all other omega’s, deserved. Gingerly, for fear of waking you, he pressed his chapped lips into your palm as if he could pour every devotion trapped behind the impenetrable barrier of his self loathing into your flesh with a kiss. Your breathing hitched slightly at the tickle of his mustache and he held his breath until he was sure you had not awoken. Once he was satisfied that you were safe and comfortable, he tucked you up under his chin and drifted back to sleep.

Ezra woke to an empty tent and immediately began to panic. Outside the canvas flap he found a set of small, lightly covered footprints in the shallow snow that had fallen in the night. Quickly grabbing a heavy coat for himself, not bothering to fight over buttoning it single handedly, and a coat for you he set off to follow you. Several meters into the treeline he lost your prints to a blanket of pine needles and swallowed thickly around the scream that was threatening to rip its way out of his throat. He was teetering on the edge of losing his composure when a lilting giggle broke through the haze of terror. A frigid breeze carried another wave of laughter and with it your scent. He turned and walked into the breeze, keeping track of his path inwards lest he become as lost as you must be in a surely delirious state.

He climbed over a wall of shrubbery and stumbled into a clearing to find you knelt next to a frosty stream watching a small furry animal play in the snow. Your laughter carried over the snow back to him and he allowed himself a deep breath of relief. Your cheeks had a healthy color and you were bundled appropriately in layers of thick clothing. Kevva knows why you were out here, but you were safe and with you his heart.

The small animal you were watching spotted him first and scurried off into the brush to hide. You turned to face him, eyes bright and smile wide, and he felt his heart clench. You said something that didn’t quite register for a moment, when it did he felt his eyebrows knit in stunned confusion. You rolled your eyes.

“I ~said~ you are going to turn into a popsicle dressed like that out here!”

Ezra looked down at his disheveled appearance and back up at you in astonishment.

“You almost died and you’re making jokes?!

You laughed.

Ezra felt a blooming warmth in his gut. He reached down, gathered a handful of snow, and strode over to you.

“You are an incredible creature.” He dumped the snow over your head, causing you to gasp. “Yeah, that. Is that ringing any bells?”

“Pretty foolish for a one- armed man to start a snowball fight, don’t you think?”

“Pretty foolish for a woman with inadequate footing on an unstable terrain to challenge someone with no concern for their own well being in a physical altercation, don’t you think?”

You looked at him suspiciously and then down at your legs just in time to see him throw himself on the ground to sweep your legs out from under you. You landed squarely on top of him with a shriek and flailed trying to roll yourself off of him before realizing he had you trapped against his chest with his arm. 

Eventually you slumped against him in defeat.

“Fine, you win.” You wilted dramatically and he laughed into your hair.

“Hey.” You craned your neck to look at him, his face serious and his eyes soft. 

“You struck terror deep into my heart of hearts last night, little one. I truly believed you might have left me for the company of the star sprites.”

You were mesmerized by the sincerity in his voice. No mischief sparkled in his eyes, this wasn’t a game.

“I’m sorry I scared you, Ez. Truly.”

“What precipitated discovering you shivering in the snowfall?”

“My tent was damaged but I didn’t want to bother you. I didn’t think it would get that bad. Figured I could repair it in the morning.”

Ezra loosened his hold so you could turn to face him. He seemed to be searching your face for something.

“It wouldn’t have been a bother, starlight. I would not have survived the agony of finding you frozen not but a few paces from where I ignorantly slumbered.”

Your heart was racing in your chest. Ezra and his beautiful words, the way they danced in the air between you as he whispered what you dared not believe. That this incredible man, this alpha tried and true in the battle for life on the Green, would value your life above that of the treasure he left unguarded to come find you… it was inconceivable.

“I’m okay, Ez, thanks to you. You saved me. I’m okay.”

The air between you was thick and the world around you seemed to have faded into obscurity as the two you laid there in silence. The wind changed and Ezra, still not properly buttoned into his jacket and not wearing enough layers, shivered violently.

“We should head back to camp.” You tore your eyes from him, suddenly ashamed. Of your foolishness the night before, for making him worry this morning, for making him track you down in the woods like a wounded animal, for feeling this way towards your business partner, for everything.

Ezra grunted in agreement, uncharacteristically quiet for a man as loquacious as himself. You crawled into a crouch and offered your hand out, which he ruefully took. You hoisted him up without complaint and helped him button his jacket, something that seemed to only further sour his mood. The two of your trudged back to the campsite in silence with you following Ezra who seemed to have a map in his head of the way out of the treeline.

You looked over the tattered remains of your shelter while Ezra ducked into his own to check on your spoils. Once he was reassured of their safety, he joined you.

“Not much left to salvage. I’ll have to burn credits on a new one when we get back to the PUG.” It was an expenditure you had not planned to make and one that would be costly. At this rate there was no doubt in your mind that Ezra would be filing for a new partner before assignments were redistributed. Dropping credits on a new bio shelter immediately after cash out was not going to look favorable in the line up to other potential partners.

Ezra was watching you silently, trying as he ever was to gauge your inner thoughts by the emotions that flitted so swiftly across your angelic features. He worried he’d crossed a line with you in the woods, and the self loathing of almost not having been there in time the night before as well as the knowledge that you had not felt safe coming to him when you so clearly needed help were eating at him. He knew you were upset, but words eluded him when it came to comforting you. The star cycles on this planet were shorter at this point in the rotation. The two of you needed to come up with an answer to the shelter problem before the star fell from sight and took the livable warmt with it.

“You can take shelter with me until then, little spark. I won’t have you perishing in the frost. It’s not a bother.”

You looked up at him, cheeks chapped from the wind and snowflakes in your eyelashes.

“Are you sure, Ez? I’m sure we can send out an emergency signal to the PUG. I don’t want to invade your space again. I am so sorry about last night, I was foolish and I should have known better and I put the entire operation at risk.”

You were rambling now. Guilt and shame and all of the emotions you had been pushing down this entire dig with supressors that were now…. Oh shit.

“An E alert to the PUG will have vultures descending on us in hours. Neither of us is in any fit state for a skirmish. Your presence in my tent is- what are you doing?”

You were on your hands and knees in the snow, bottom displayed to him in a way that had him stirring slightly in his pants. Your hands dug through the powder into the ice, frantically searching for something. You stopped, took a beat to compose yourself, and looked up at him with the gravity of a terminal diagnosis.

“We have another problem.”

You tried not to panic as you watched Ezra process what you had told him with a slack jaw. An Omega already on hour 16 without suppressants, an unbound Alpha, one tent, and a deathly inhospitable terrain. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. The poetry that often spilled like life’s blood from his pouty lips frozen in the icy grip of fate’s poor humor.

“We will craft a solution, little flame. You are safe with me, I swear to you. I would rather part from my remaining arm, hell with the rest of my limbs, too, than put you in harm’s way”

Ezra offered you his hand and pulled you to your feet before brushing some snow out of your hair, another of his casual acts of affection that tore you apart inside

“Ezra, I’m scared. I don’t want to put you through this. I want to call for the PUG. Please, I don’t want to-”

Ezra’s hand was still cradling the side of your head where he had tucked a strand behind your ear. Concern shone brightly in his dark eyes and drew from you the confession you’d tried to swallow.

“I don’t want to lose your trust… or your respect. I- “ You took a deep breath. “I know, morning star.” Your eyes shot back up to his. There was sadness now, something you desperately wanted to soothe away.

“You���”

“Of course I know. Suppressants might stop a rut but they don’t render a man blind. Or stupid.”

You flushed deeply at his words, shame once again bubbling to the surface and threatening to spill over your eyelids. He hushed you gently.

“I dared not utter any acknowledgement for fear of scaring you away. You are resilient, but a creature as beautiful as you only survives in this field if they are incredibly smart, which you are. We may have conquered our more primitive urges through chemical but they still influence our… desires. I did not want to create such conflict within you by challenging your reason with your baser needs. I am not a suitable mate and… in crystal truth I did not care to risk the blessing of our proximity with gluttony.”

Your breathing was coming in ragged bursts as scorching hot tears blazed down your face to chill in the icy winds.

“Do not tease me, Ezra.” You barely gritted it out without sobbing.

“I would never conceive of such cruelty, not for you. I have done horrible, vicious things to survive, but I would surrender myself to a thousand tortuous deaths before I brought such tears to these eyes. Please believe my words to be true, my flame. My heart beats in tandem with yours. You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe. Part of me died on the Green that.I thought was lost forever, long before the separation of my arm. Meeting you, the holy privilege of being in your service, it has revived that which had been mummified in the sunken hollow of my heart.”

The tears had started flowing in earnest now and his thumb brushed gently against your cheek to catch them. Your hands came up to rest on his chest and then, when he did not move in discomfort, you slowly slid them up to cradle the back of his neck. Ezra leaned down to rest his forehead against yours and then closed his eyes like he hadn’t had a moment’s rest in years. You stroked your thumb up and down his hairlineon the back of his neck in a motion that mirrored his on your cheeks moments ago and he shivered- whether from your touch or the cold you could not say.

“We should take shelter, Ez, before the weather gets mean.” Ezra squeezed your hip before turning to duck into the tent. You took a moment to ground yourself, already feeling the heady rush of hormones and the rising body temperature they bring.

Inside the tent, Ezra was prepping his bedroll for sleep and layering every item of clothing he had.

“Ez… what are you doing?”

“I won’t have you both in pain and afraid of being taken advantage of. I will sit watch outside the tent while you toil through the first wave. A fresh heat off suppressors can be intense, I need you to feel safe.”

You were stunned. An act of generosity like offering to share his tent and supplies was already monumental for a prospector, even one as kindhearted as Ezra claimed he truly wasn’t. To offer those things without trade for your comfort was beyond what you could have ever asked for, and all in the name of making sure you were safe. All for love.

You strode over to him and gently took the large sweater out of his hand and tossed it aside before taking his hand in both of yours.

“Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.With the pain. I feel safer with you, Ez. Always.”

Ezra looked to the top of the tent as if it held the answer to life’s dearest mysteries and swallowed thickly before dropping his head to his chest. Stepped towards you, into your personal space, and placed a chaste kiss to your heated forehead.

”‘l’ll stay for as long as you need. As long as you want.”

The winds picked up to a shrill scream outside the tent which helped cover the muffled sounds of your cries into the breadth of Ezra’s chest as the first wave of unsuppressed heat washed over you. It had started with a dull ache to your lower abdomen that bloomed into an inferno of bottomless need. Every nerve ending felt raw and exposed. The ache in your abdomen had spread out into your genitals and up under your rib cage where your heart beat wildly. Ezra did his best to comfort you, his large hand rubbing uselessly up and down your sweat- drenched back.The smell of him did very little to quench the fires inside. Another intense wave of agony gripped you and caused you to cry out his name. He pulled you into him through instinct , your mouth now dangerously close to his scent gland.You nuzzled against it slightly as you tried to breath through the mild convulsions your body endured at the crest of every wave.Ezra tried to hide his gasp at the combination of your heady scent and the feeling of you so close to marking him as he had imagined shamefully so many times before. His resolve was wavering as every new wave of hormones tested the strength of his own blockers.

“Kevva help me, tell me what to do.” It was barely a whisper into your hair, but the sound of his voice strained with desire drew a pitiful whimper from you that sent daggers into Ezra’s heart. He shushed you gently and squeezed you a little tighter in an effort to soothe you.

“Ezra…” Ezra took a breathe to steady himself before looking down into your eyes shining with fevered heat and the vulnerability of hope.

“Tell me how to be of service to you,, my love. Anything, simply name it.”

“Ez, I didn’t want it to be this way. I- I- I-” You hissed and gasped through another wave. “I’m so sorry Ezra.” He stroked his hand down the back of your head.

“You have nothing to apologize for, little one, not one thing.”

“Ez, please-” Another small noise gripped his heart like a vice.

“Anything, anything.”

“Ez please fuck me. I need you, please.” Ezra was stunned into silence. “I love you, I trust you. I’ve wan- wanted this for so long, thought about it more than is even sane and healthy. I never wanted it to be like this, but I don’t know if I- if I can take any more. I’m so sorry, Ezra.”

Ezra felt his heart shatter into a million pieces as you begged him for what he’d felt so retched and vile for squeezing himself to muffled release by fantasizing about for months. But this was wrong, he couldn’t do this with you, to you, in such a state of vulnerability.

“I won’t take advantage of you like this, Please don’t ask this of me, my flame.:”

“Ezra look at me.” Ezra looked lost and a little scared but he held your gaze. While you spoke. “It isn’t taking advantage, baby. You are helping me, taking care of me. My alpha.” You reached up to cup his cheek and he audibly moaned, both at the touch and the claim over him.

“I-”

“Ezra. I want this. I am of sound mind, or as sound mind as one could be surrounded by the smell and touch and sound of the person they love and desire more than anything in any known galaxy. My body has hungered for you- ah- for so long as my heart found its rhythm with yours. Even through suppressants I knew I was hopelessly yours. Ezra, I need you. Please, alpha. My alpha. My Ezra.” You reached up and brought his forehead down to yours as another wave tore through you. Your shuddered breath as you swallowed back a painde whimper was the final nail in his coffin. Kevva save his filthy soul, he was giving in.

“Okay, little one, you’ve conquered my acquiescence. I just ask of you, beg of you, that you not resent me later for what I will have done to temper your discomfort. You have my heart and, while the conditions are less than suitable, “

“Ez…”

The first kiss was like tectonic plates fitting back into place. Somewhere out in the great unknown stars aligned and the very universe breathed a sigh of relief. His lips were out of practice and unsure, moving against yours with only the faintest tremble as his body fought against his own suppressors. He wanted to take his time and savor you, learn you, worship you, but your own needs were like a lightning storm beneath your fevered flesh. You nipped at his lip and whined into his mouth when he deepened the kiss in response. He tasted like the bubblegum toothpaste that his adopted “niece” had sent him as a joke. His endearingly patchy facial hair scratched pleasantly against your face and, under more favorable conditions, you might have stopped to explore that sensation. The inferno ravaging your nervous system was unrelenting and you tugged him closer against you as it burned in another white- hot flash.

Ezra seemed to get the message, having pulled back to look down at you in concern. A part of you that desperately wished you could be lavishing him in every bit of honeyed affection that you knew he’d gone so long without wanted to kiss away that distress. Instead, you settled for placing a feather light kiss to his inner wrist where his arm was holding himself up in an impressive display of muscle control right next to your head. He dipped back down to plant a scorching kiss that left you breathless before moving down your neck a ways and sucking harshly against your scent gland. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and need, gripping his hair and thrusting your hips up to meet him. He moaned in response and met your thrust with a grind down of his own. You felt him against you then for the first time and nearly jumped out of your skin. He shushed you quietly before kissing back up the column of your throat to bite at your chin and then kiss you so deeply that you honest- to- Kevva forgot how to breathe. Your hands seemed to move of their own accord across his body; down his back, threading through his unwashed curls, palming at his backside, feeling the chorded muscles in his arm where he held himself above you. All the while he was grinding down on you until you hooked one of your legs around his waist to seek the friction your body called to his for.

This seemed to finally light a fire under his cute little ass. Suddenly he was leaning back away from you, tugging your tanktop down to release your breasts. He latched onto one nipple and pulled harshly at the other with his fingers. Your resulting cry of pleasure was met with a growl that seemed to come from deep within his chest. You pushed him back just long enough to strip yourself of your tanktop and begin working your soaked panties down your legs. Ezra started to resume his work against your breasts when instead he snatched your panties out of your hand and stared agape at the massive dark spot staining the crotch. You laid back and spread your legs for him, one hand trailing down to dip into your dripping folds, maintaining eye contact all the while. Tossing the cloth over his shoulder, Ezra made to dive into you but you stopped him with pointed toes to his bare chest. You could feel his heart pounding under the skin. He looked up at you in bewildered confusion, something that would have been incredibly kissable without the agony of fresh heat.

“Baby I need you inside me. I need to come on your cock, please. Alpha I need your knot.”

Ezra swallowed thickly and fumbled frantically with his pants. You sat up and batted his hand out of the way to do it yourself. He placed his large, rough hand between your breasts and gently pushed you back down so he could crawl over you, kicking his pants and boxer briefs down in the process. You reached for him and the look on your face as you did, so soft and sweet even in the throes of pain and passion, and he felt himself falling harder and deeper for you then he knew was possible. He needed this, needed to make it better. Needed to make you feel good. Needed to claim you. Needed to knot you.

“I need your assurance that you’re truly ready, my flame. I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.” His forehead was pressed to yours again, breath coming in hot bursts against your lips as he struggled to contain himself.

“Ez, I need you. Don’t- please.” He kissed you then and used the distraction of his mouth on yours to begin pushing into you. He wasn’t extraordinarily long, but goddamn he was thick. The incredible stretch of him inside you as he inched his way through the scorching wet of your aching pussy. You cried out as he bottomed out in you and he shushed you gently in response.

“Shhh, I’ve got you. I’m going to take care of you, little star. Such a sweet omega, my omega.” He was propped on his forearm next to your head, watching down at you while you adjusted to the welcome intrusion of him. He pulled out slightly, jaw set in a hard line of concentration as he focused entirely on not hurting you. The friction was almost unbearable and you cried out in relief as it sated the agonizing need that had been washing over you for hours.

“Oh Ezra!” The snap of his hips back into you was pure ecstasy and you were quickly losing any sense of composure as every nerve ending lit up like fireworks. Your head was thrown back in pleasure already, and that just wouldn’t do. He nudged at your jaw with his nose and you met his gaze before tasting his lips again. This kiss was slower, less frantic, and you took the opportunity to pull him fully down onto you with only a moment’s hesitation from Ezra. It started with grinding into you, both of you whining and moaning into one another’s mouths. Your legs came up without you meaning them to and wrapped around his waist. Grinding became slow, hard thrusts between whispered praises, pleas, and declarations of love. Slow, hard thrusts became more frenzied as both of you neared your release. His arm wound under you to hold you in place as he started slamming as hard and fast into you as he could without breaking your hold around him. You almost didn’t recognize the noises being pulled from you as your own voice and you weren’t in your own mind enough to care. You felt the winding within you threatening to break and tried to warn him.

“Ez! Ez! Ez!”

“I’ve got you. Come for me, pretty girl. Let it go!” Ezra’s voice was strained with the effort of keeping his thrusts measured and his aim sure so he could bring you the release that would stave off the worst of your heat. You could feel the rippling of his muscles under his skin as he worked over and within you. The little grunts and groans from his lips so close to your ear, the sounds of his praise and encouragement. It was all too much. You came with a deafening cry, your body bowing beneath him so hard that he nearly lost his hold on you. He managed to keep his grip and worked you through it, all the while your release pulled him deeper within you as your body instinctually prepared to take his knot.

“I- I’m”

“Oh alpha, please. I need it. I need your knot. Ezra, please.” Your words were barely intelligible in the haze of your orgasm but they were enough to bring him over the edge. You could feel his knot swelling at your entrance. His hips stuttered against you and from his lips poured a litany of whines and moans and mumbled praise that pushed you over the edge of another, less intense orgasm. The waves of your second orgasm helped draw his knot in and he spilled himself into you with a shout. His face buried into your neck on instinct but he stopped there. You stifled your disappointment on not being marked and reached up to stroke the hair on the back of his head with one hand while the other held him tightly to you. You kissed up and down the side of his neck, paying a little extra attention to his own scent gland and feeling him shudder above you. The two of you stayed that way for a long time in comfortable silence, so long that you had started to wonder if he had fallen asleep still knotted within you when he spoke soft and low next to your ear.

“Are you okay, little one?” You smiled against the warm skin of his shoulder and kissed him softly there before answering.

“I’m more than okay, Ezra.” When he didn’t immediately respond, your anxiety started to climb in a series of escalating ‘what- if’s’. He seemed to smell your discomfort and moved to sooth you.

“Hey now, what malfeasance stirs my love from her ecstasy?” His lips tickled against your cheek as he craned his neck back up to see you. You flushed in embarrassment.

“It’s okay if you didn’t mean it, Ez. I know the hormones can be a lot and I owe you big time for helping me and-” Ezra cut you off with a kiss that seemed determined to wipe any such thought from your mind.

“Hush now, little omega. Of course I meant it, every word. And you were beyond incredible, exceeding my every fantasy. The very idea of you being indebted to me for fulfilling a desire that I, too, have sheltered for far too long is ludicrous. I love you. Please, I am begging you to hear me. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” Every confession was punctuated with another kiss to your forehead, cheek, chin, temple, until you gave in and palmed his cheek so that you could reach his lips.

“I love you, too, Ez.” The two of you fell back into easy silence for a while until the seeds of doubt sprouted again in your mind. You were toying lightly with the striking blonde birthmark along his hairline when you must have made a face.

“Tell me.” The request was soft and less a question than a gentle command. You screwed up your face a moment before sighing deeply.

“You didn’t mark me…” You felt pathetic and foolish the moment you said it. Ezra brought his hand to your cheek and looked into your eyes before explaining.

“It’s no secret at this juncture that the conditions under which we coupled for the first time were less than ideal. Truthfully I have fallen far short of what you deserve and what I should have provided you as your alpha. My omega,” That last part was spoken so quietly, like he had said it to himself before remembering himself and continuing. “The gruelling throes of an unplanned fresh heat were not how I desired to knot you for the first time and I am only so fortunate that you are newly off your suppressants so that breeding you would not be under such unfortunate circumstances as a shared bedroll on icy ground. That is to say, my heart, that I want to save such acts of commitment to scenarios in which I can worship you the way you deserve and lavish you in the sort of luxuries that an omega of your unsurpassable beauty and strength deserves. It was all I could do to contain myself and keep from claiming you for all to see, all I could do to refrain from asking you for the very same.”

Your eyes pricked with tears at the sentiment and you blinked them away. You wanted to hide from him until you got your emotions under control, but trying to escape his knowing gaze while still knotted would be excruciating for both of you. Your face was hot and you were filled to the brim with a hurricane of emotion.

“Ez, I would have been more than happy to have you just like this. I don’t need all of those material things. It’s you, Ezra, only you.” It was his turn to swallow back tears.

“I could never have presumed to even dream of such proclamations leaving your sweet lips, my star. You are my everything. My redemption, my faith, my hope.” You held him close to you for several minutes after that, just feeling his warmth and enjoying being able to touch him with the affection that had been tormenting you for months in the frustration of denial. When Ezra did pick his head back up there was a familiar determined set to his jaw. “If you desire it so, I will claim you right here, right now. I would not deny you anything you asked me for in earnest, but I would very much like to… I…” You had never seen Ezra at a loss for words before and it endeared you to him so fiercely.

“Ez, baby,” His eyes darted back up to yours guardedly. “I am yours and I am patient. We have all the time in all the worlds.” You trailed your fingertips across his scent gland and smiled when his breath caught slightly. “If candles and fluffy pillows and music are what you want, I am more than happy to oblige. I’ll give you anything you want. After everything you’ve been through… you’ve fought so hard and so long.”

“Are you positive you don’t mind accommodating my desires for…. My vow to you is unbreakable regardless of where it is made. You deserve better than to be claimed in the fog of your heat on the floor of my tent like an animal.”

“Ezra. This is already more than I dared to dream of. You are more than I dared dream of.” You kissed him then, silencing any other doubts he might have about the sincerity of your agreement to his request. The two of you laid together like that for some time, still fully entangled and lavishing one another with kisses and explorative touches and whispered praise while the storm raged on outside the tent and buffeted its thin walls around you. You traced his scars with admiration and reverence, something that seemed to make him quite a bit more emotional than he was ready to show you. You would give him time, but you longed to hear every story behind them. The scars around his stump were still quite dark, having not yet had time to fade. Your touches there were feather light and made with great caution to avoid making him uncomfortable. You knew what it meant for him to allow himself to be this vulnerable with you, Every scar was an almost- ending and this one in particular held a lot of shame. You knew he had lost it on the Green and somehow in the process of escaping with his life he had become somewhat responsible for the life of the young girl he occasionally corresponded with. As much as he ran his pretty mouth, there was still so much you didn’t know about his journey to you.

“You’re so perfect, Ez, so beautiful.” You cupped his jaw with the hand that wasn’t still cradling his arm. His lower lip trembled slightly but he muffled its betrayal by slotting it against your own in a kiss that stole your breath away. He didn’t trust himself to speak without his voice wavering, so he elected to show you instead. To thank you for trusting him, for loving him, for letting him love you. He cradled you with his hand and caged you in with his body like he was afraid that holding too tightly might hurt you, might scare you away. The smell of him all around you as another wave of heat washed over you made you cry out into his mouth and his hips ground his knot deeper into you in response, earning a wanton moan from both of you. The pain was less intense this time and Ezra set a more leisurely pace. Still knotted to you, he couldn’t move much without injuring you both but he could grind and rut against you. His hand tangled itself into your hair and he gripped at it to turn your head so that he could lavish attention down your neck to your scent gland. You finished faster this time, still sensitive from your last orgasm, and the wet heat of you again took him over the edge right after.

“Are you comfortable, my omega?’ His voice was hoarse from shouting his release just moments before. You looked up at him, fucked out and cockdrunk on him, and nodded with a dazed smile. He chuckled softly and stroked his fingers down your cheek. “You should rest while you can, little one. The sun will usher in a new beginning. The worst is behind us.” He kissed your hair, your nose, your lips, before settling himself atop you the best he could without crushing you or yanking the knot in such a way that might cause you more pain. You reached up to kiss the dimple that popped as he watched you fight sleep and then cuddled into his chest and had the best night’s sleep of your life. Just as Ezra had promised, morning’s light filtered through the leaves in the trees around you and made sparkling opalescent illusions in the snow below. You woke first, noticing first the empty ache between your legs where his knot had released and he had slipped out of you in the night. He had you in a vice grip pressed to his chest like he was afraid you might slip away from him in the night. He was sleeping so peacefully, the muscles in his face more relaxed than you had ever seen him. He looked about ten years younger without the worries of the world weighing so heavily on his features. He was objectively gorgeous and you simply could not resist reaching up to press kisses to the long stretch of his neck, the bare patches in his beard, the soft flesh of his cheeks, the ghosts of wrinkles around his eyes, the skin below his birthmark, down his nose, and to his lips which were now puckered comically in waiting. You giggled lightly and blew a raspberry against them, causing his eyes to shoot open and a raucous laugh to burst from his chest. He rolled the two of you so that he was back on top and proceeded to smother you in obnoxiously loud kisses until you cried mercy so that you didn’t pee the bedroll. The moment he released you from his iron grip you scrabbled out the front of the tent and sprinted for the treeline, completely oblivious to his hungry gaze on your bare backside as you scampered off for privacy. He unzipped the window flaps in your absence and started organizing supplies to make the two of you a ration breakfast- all the while daydreaming about being able to cook you a proper breakfast after ravaging you in a proper bed.

You crept quietly back into the tent when his back was turned and sheepishly pulled on his shirt from the night before. It smelled like him in a way that made your heart ache as much as your still- swollen sex. He turned to you with a crooked grin and you suppressed the urge to kiss that dimple you loved so dearly, electing instead to tug playfully at the blonde patch. The love in his eyes as he stared up at you and the way they glittered in the almost magical ambient light brought tears to your own. He reached up and wiped them away and rested his palm on your cheek.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, just enjoying the proximity and domesticity. Once everything was properly disposed of, Ezra reclined back onto your bedroll and pulled you back into his chest with a sigh.

“Y’know, we could probably make the sling if we cut across that clearing you found yesterday and be back on the PUG before this planet’s next rotation.” You smiled up at him and felt warmth spread through your bones at the admiration and mischief married in his eyes. The two of you packed and and started on your way rather quickly, fingers interwoven and eyes trained on the wood ahead. There was a new kind of tension in the air between you as you traveled quickly towards the promise of the beginning of the rest of your lives bound together in blood and spirit. No matter what waited for you on the other side, you knew that you would never have to face anything alone ever again, and that was enough. Ezra was enough.

[halfpricedfics]

Warning; NSFW, fem reader, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy

Fuck he was in trouble.

Santi had known in his gut that Carmen was going to hit it off with his brothers, but he hadn’t anticipated how seamlessly she would fall in with his found family like she’d always been there. Dinner had gone off without a hitch. Frankie and his Starlight, cradling her very pregnant belly trying and failing to wrangle their rambunctious toddler, had been enamored with Carmen the moment their daughter had clambered up into her lap and made herself at home. Will and Benny had wandered into the restaurant just as appetizers had made it to the table and the energy level easily rose to something more appropriate to a sports bar than a family establishment. Carmen took it in stride, laughing until she hiccuped at their antics all while cradling the dozing tot in her lap.

What Santiago hadn’t caught was the knowing exchange of furtive glances between Frankie and his girlfriend as they watched Santi making heart eyes over Carmen’s shoulder at their daughter. The way he seemed completely enamored as she rocked her gently against her chest and kissed the chubby fist full of her hair. Will noticed, though, and suddenly remembered that he and Benny wouldn’t be able to make the park play date first thing in the morning. Benny moved to object before Will brought his boot down hard on his instep and hurriedly offered up Santi and Carmen’s time instead.

Disentangling the baby from Carmen’s arms to get her into the car seat had been more of a feat than Santi had anticipated, not at all helped by Frankie who stood by sniggering into his lady’s hair as he watched. By the time they finally got back out to Frankie’s place outside of town and got their luggage hauled up into the house, he’d collapsed onto the bedspread without so much as undressing or pulling the covers back.

Carmen must have taken pity on him after her shower, having helped him out of his clothes and properly into the bed without fully waking him. It was quiet out here in the country and, looking over at her sweetly sleeping face framed angelically by the soft early morning sunlight, something he could certainly get used to. They’d talked about finding a place down here near the guys after the wedding, he wondered how she would feel about building a place out in the boonies near Frankie where tranquility was the expected norm.

There was whispering out in the hallway and then the excited slapping of chubby little hands on the bottom of the door as his godchild shouted her version of his name. Santi quietly slid out of bed and crept over to the door where he knelt at approximately toddler level. He slowly opened the door just a crack and grinned when he made eye contact with Frankie’s mini- me.

“Buenos dia, chiquita.” Santi whispered through the crack. She pressed her face to the crack inches from his and whisper- yelled unintelligibly back at him. He chuckled breathily, still trying in vain to stay quiet for Carmen’s sake, and nodded as though he completely understood. He could just make out Frankie’s silhouette just around the corner, watching with fascination as his best friend grew into Tio mode like he’d been doing this her whole life.

“Are you excited to go to el parque?” She nodded furiously and Santi laughed at the way her wild curls bounced, dimpled cheeks near splitting when she let out an excited shriek. He shushed her gently and watched her big brown eyes fill with worry.

“Tia Carmen is still sleeping. Do you think you could help me wake her? Hay que tener cuidado o se convertirá en chupacabras.” Her eyes got comically large but she grinned conspiratorially. Santi opened the door the rest of the way and pressed he finger to his lips before turning in his crouch and leading the way, crawling towards the bed where Carmen was now pretending to still sleep.

“Psssst, Tia Carmen.” Santiago whisper yelled, stroking his fingers down her cheek. Carmen cracked one eye open, crinkled her nose, and then slammed it shut as her niece peaked up over the edge. She was standing on her little toes, trying to get a glimpse of the maybe- monster still snoozing under the quilt. Santi dropped down to his forearms and patted his shoulder for her to climb up. Once she was seated, he raised himself back up so she could be at eye level with the beast.

“Ssssss, Titi!” Spit flew between the gaps in her little teeth as she mimicked Santi. Carmen let out a dramatic snore, causing her to jump and gasp.

“We might have to get a little closer.” Santi whispered up at her and she nodded, a very Frankie set to her little brow and she clambered up onto the bed. Santi watched as a tiny hand reached out and clumsily repeated the stroke he had ghosted down his lovers face moments before. She was surprisingly gentle for a one year old, a moment ruined by another slobbery call of her auntie’s name. This time Carmen cracked her eye back open and fixed it on the toddler, barely containing her laughter when she gasped in shock.

“Who dares wake the Titi chupacrabra?!” She growled. Santi caught her when she stumbled back away from Carmen, holding her to his chest and fake screaming as he ran on creaky knees across the room to the door. He planted a kiss to her cheek before pretending to be yanked back into the room.

“Save yourself!!!” He slammed the door and stifled a laugh against the heel of his palm as she went running to her dad, babbling excitedly. His eyes darted up to where Carmen now sat up smiling sleepily at him, her hair a messy halo of curls sticking up at every angle. He stood and walked over to place a sweet kiss to her lips, her nose, her forehead, her cheek, and then behind her ear before mumbling into her skin.

“Good morning, Tia Chupacabra.” Carmen giggled and cradled his head to her neck so she could pepper his face with kisses in return.

“Good morning, brave knight. I guess we better hurry before tu princessita comes busting back in to save her favorite uncle from a blood sucking beasty.” Santi laughed deep in his chest.

“I didn’t realized there would be sucking involved.” He growled lowly. She slapped his shoulder before pushing him away.

“Behave yourself, Santiago. There are children present!” She pointed at him in a mock scowl and he bit playfully at her finger.

“You started it!” He paused a moment, seemingly lost in thought. “We should definitely shower together to cut the time in half. I don’t think she’s going to wait very long.” Carmen rolled her eyes but didn’t do more than shoot him a warning look when he stepped in behind her a few minutes later as she lathered her body.

Frankie bit his tongue as he watched Carmen and Santiago argue over installing the baby seat from Frankie’s truck into their rental. He let the two of them get her seated before double checking their work and nodding his approval. Frankie drove (Frankie always drove) making eye contact with Carmen in the rear view mirror as they both watched Santi holding a nonsensical conversation with his niece from the back seat. There was a determined set to Santi’s brow that Frankie was mostly accustomed to seeing as he peered over a map or squinted through a scope. Seeing it paired with the bottomless adoration tinkling on his eyes as his daughter babbled away at him nearly had Frankie on the edge of tears. Everything seemed to make him emotional like that, these days.

At the park Frankie let his guard down a little with his brother and soon- to- be- sister- in- law around to help him keep an eye on her. He pulled out his phone and snapped dozens of photos and videos of the two of them trading off with her. He also managed to grab a few of just the two of them, especially proud of a few he got of Santi watching Carmen like she hung the moon and stars.

The honest truth was that Santi was falling in love with her all over again. Her easy laughter and she caught the child barreling down the slide with shrieks of joy and maternal instincts that kicked in the moment she dropped to the ground with a skinned knee. Wiping away crocodile tears and kissing booboos even as Frankie shook his head at the theatrics. Santi looked over in worry, suddenly afraid that Frankie might be angry but he only grinned and rolled his eyes.

“I watched her throw herself from the swing set headfirst last week and land in a barrel roll like nothing happened. She’s okay, but she sure has the two of you suckered in.” Santi shrugged sheepishly and cut his eyes away from the mischief in his brothers’.

Realization settled in the pit of his stomach as he watched Carmen rocking the sleepy little girl in her arms for the second time in twelve hours. Jealousy sent sparks of discomfort when Frankie approached the maternal scene to stroke he hand down the back of his daughters hair and laughed quietly with Carmen. Santi brushed it off, feeling foolish at jealousy over his brother. Jealousy evolved to something deeper, heavier and more intoxicating and Frankie walked away to climb up onto a play set leaving Carmen alone with the baby. Santi could faintly hear her singing something unfamiliar as she rocked into each step and meandered around the playground with the child on her hip.

This woman who had chased away his demons and kissed away his tears, this woman who had fulfilled every sexual fantasy and then some, this woman was going to be the mother of his children. He wanted to see her breasts heavy and belly round as their family grew within her. He wanted to watch her body change and know that he had done that to her, done that with her. He wanted to claim her in the only way that had been left untouched to him. He wanted to fill her with his cum until it took and then fill her again for good measure.

“POPE!” Frankie’s voice yanked him from his reverie and he snapped his head over, suddenly embarrassed like someone might have heard his filthy thoughts. He was on a children’s playground, for fuck’s sake.

What transpired after that can only be attributed to the kind of fuckery that grown men devolve into when left unsupervised for too long. Somehow, someway that neither of them would actually explain when directly asked about it, the two of them got stuck in a slide together. Carmen was no help, trying her best not to wake the baby with her laughter even as she took out her phone to snap a few photos and then taking a video to send to the Millers. After several minutes of bickering and an impromptu slapstick routine, they got unstuck and tumbled down the slide together in a manner they would certainly be paying for tomorrow morning. Carmen would make a mental note to make a trip into town for muscle rub and a spare heating pad.

The trip back out to the house was much quieter. Carmen sat in the back this time, falling asleep alongside the toddler who still clutched at her fingers in the iron grip unique to small children.

“We uh, we were going to drop her at Benny’s later to make up for him missing out on park day. We usually do date nights when Benny watches her, try to make that time while we still can. Catch a movie and dinner. The two of you will have the house to yourselves for a while.” Frankie glanced over and suppressed a smirk at the way Santi’s cheeks tinged pink.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks for the heads up.” Frankie laughed in earnest at that.

“Yeah just, uh, keep it to the guest room.”

“Fish...” Santi groaned.

“I’m just saying, we were roommates in basic. I am all too familiar with your proclivity for... christening surfaces.” Santi landed a sharp smack to Frankie’s belly, earning a guttural “oof”.

True to his word, the house was empty by 5pm. Carmen had gone down for a nap once they’d settled the baby in her crib and had stayed down long enough for Santi to have cooked up something small for the two of them in the almost too- quiet house.

Soft arms wound gently around his middle from behind as he plated dinner up. Kisses pressed to his back, shoulders, the nape of his neck before she rested her cheek against his shoulder.

“Smells so good, baby.”

“Mmmmm. Have a good nap?”

“So good. Missed you when I woke up, though.” Her hands glided down his tummy and were halted at his waistline by his own. He brought her palms up to his mouth and pressed slow kisses before turning his head to capture her mouth with his. He broke away, self satisfied with the way she panted lightly against him.

“We have plenty of time for that, mi corazon. You need to eat up, though. You’re going to need your strength.” There was a dark glint to his eyes as he handed off her plate and nodded towards the dining room table where his best friend ate meals with his family every day. Tension grew over dinner and she caught him more than once shamelessly staring down the front of her shirt. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she would glow in maternal radiance when his seed found fertile ground. The way her breasts would ache and how he would help ease that pain with the heat of his mouth. The way she might might look round with their child as she rode him, using him for her pleasure in the height of her need of him. How she would slowly fill out maternity clothes and nest their future home in preparation of their child. He needed to stop. He needed to calm down or he was going to waste his spend down the leg of his pajama pants.

Santi offered to take care of the dishes, insisting that she go put her feet up despite the fact that she had napped most of the day. When he did come back to the room his shirt was wet from a mishap with the spray attachment that he would just as well not talk about right now. His shirt was barely up over his head when the sight before him finally registered. Carmen was in her back on the bed in her birthday suit, fingers stroking softly through the slick between her thighs. Her other hand tugged roughly at a nipple, causing her own hips to buck as a gasp flew from her lips. He dropped his shirt in a huff and watched her eyes flutter open.

“You took too long, baby. I need you to come take care of me. I need your help. It’s never as good without you, Santiago.” Santi was across the room in a heartbeat, kicking the door shut with a slam. His mouth started at the juncture of her thigh, nipping and sucking his way up her body. Over the soft swell of her tummy, the undersides of her breasts, the hollow of her her throat, the juncture of her jaw and neck. His lips kissed softly at the shell of her ear.

“You started without me, dulzura.” It wasn’t an accusation, more of a soft plea. She hummed in affirmation.

“What are you going to do about it, daddy?” That did it. The urges he’d been biting down since last night’s dinner came roaring forth and tore itself from his chest in a primal growl as his hips ground against her core through his sleep pants.

“I’m going to make you scream with my tongue and then I’m going to fuck you through this goddamn mattress until you’re so full of my cum you can fucking taste it. I’m going to breed you like a fucking animal until I know you’re pregnant with my child and then I’m going to give it to you again so you don’t forget who this pussy belongs to.”

Carmen whimpered against his mouth as he nibbled gently on her bottom lip, giving her ample time and space to protest. Instead she wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed against his ample buttocks until he was grinding his length against her wantonly.

“Is that what you want, mi amor? You want me to fuck a baby into you? Want me to fill you up so everyone knows your mine?” Carmen moaned loudly this time as his words were punctuated with snaps of his still- covered hips.

“Please, Santi. Give me babies. I want it. Please, daddy. Fuck me full of your cum.” Santi growled and moved to crawl back down her body but she stopped him.

“No, baby. I need you. I need you right now. I need your cock. I don’t want to wait.”

Santi needed no other direction. His pants were dispatched with haste and he inched his way home like they’d done this a million times before. Only, this was the first, at least like this. They’d never foregone protection before, even in the height of their passion. With her birth control script still tied up in the transfer from Australia back to the states, this was real. The risk was real.

More than that, Santiago had never felt her like this before. The impossible heat of her and he dug through her in one, smooth motion. Inch by inch, until he was full seated. Santi let out a strangled moan that Carmen matched with a whimper of her own.

“Fuck, baby. You feel like heaven.” Santi’s head was tucked into the crook of her neck as he held ramrod still, trying with everything in him not to cum right then and there. Tiny hands tangled themselves in his hair and gently scratched their way down his back.

“Santiago. I need you to move. I need you to fuck me, baby. Take it. Take me. I’m yours, Santi. Breed me.” Santi didn’t even look up before he dragged his cock back through her folds and snapped his hips back into her. She shrieked in response and he was so fucking glad that they were all alone out here in the middle of nowhere. He repeated the action, this time with his eyes on hers.

“You want me to breed you like a bitch in heat, baby?” He grunted as he swung his hips back into her.

“Fuck. Fuck, yes. Yes, Santiago, fuck!”

“Turn over, now!” Santi helped her flip, bringing his hand down over her backside before gripping her hips and slamming himself home again. He kneed her legs over until they were facing the mirror across the room and then leaned over her to growl into her ear.

“Are you sure this is what you want, mi esposa?” Carmen nodded and he reached down to pinch harshly at her nipple. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck me, Santi. Give me a baby.”

Santiago placed a loving kiss to the back of her neck before pushing her down with one hand between her shoulder blades while the other pulled her hips up to meet his brutal thrust. She cried out for him and he answered with a cry of his own. Santi had always been vocal about his pleasure, but seeing and feeling the way Carmen reacted to hearing him had only encouraged that habit. His pace was grueling and her body thrusting back against him only drove him harder, knowing that she needed this. The swing of his hips devolved as she moved against him until he was hunched over her back, rutting into her as he growled the filthiest shit in her ear. One hand came up around her throat and provided resistance to her body while the other groped roughly at her breasts.

“I can’t wait to see them full of milk. Heavy and aching for relief.” He tugged sharply at her nipple and she came around him, but he didn’t stop. He fucked her through it and kept going, trusting that she would use their safe word if she needed to stop. Instead one hand came back to clutch at the back of his head, keeping his mouth close to her ear.

“You like hearing all the filthy things I want to do baby? You want to hear about all the ways I’m going to worship you as you’re carrying my child?” She could only moan in response as another orgasm washed over her, this one more of a high tide than the tsunami that had soaked down her thighs minutes before. The way she clamped down around him made him pause and pull out. Gentle hands on her body laid her down on her back. He pulled her thigh up around his waist and slowly sheathed himself in her again.

“I’m getting close, baby.” He whispered against her jaw. His hand came up to wave into her hair while the other wrapped around her middle to Lee her close to him. “I want to see you cum for me, again, baby. I want to look you in the eye when I put our baby in you. I need you to know I love you. I need to see it.” The intensity of his stare and the weight of his words made her whimper. Her whimpers escalated to cries of his name as the force of his slow thrusts picked back up. She clamped down around him and his pace faltered before picking up. He was fucking her up the bed towards the headboard as he chased his release.

“I need you to be sure.” He grunted without pausing. “I need to hear you say you’re sure, baby.”

“Fill me up, Santiago. Please, Santi. I need it. I’m sure. Please.” It was her pleading that sent him rocketing off the cliffs of pleasure. His hips stuttered and he shouted her name as he hunched over her. Thick, calloused fingers reached down to work her up to one last orgasm as his cock let her stuffed full off his cum.

“One more, baby. Just one more. You can do it. Cum for me, baby. Do it for me. Give me one more.” This orgasm was harder than the others, her back bowing both of them off the bed, and Santi had to scramble his feet against the soaked sheets to stay inside her and she clamped around him in a vice grip.

They stayed like that for a long time, long enough for Frankie and his Starlight to have come home to a quiet house and gone to bed themselves. Sweat cooled and then dried sticky on their skin as they stroked softly against one another and whispered sweet nothings. Affirmations of love, that they felt so good. After a long stretch of silence, Santi picked his head up to nose against Carmen’s cheek.

“It helps if you cum again after me. Your cervix dips down when you cum. Gives my swimmers a better chance.” There was an edge of humor to his explanation that Carmen giggled at.

“I know, baby. You did so good. Even if this one didn’t work, we have all the time in the world to keep trying.” Carmen stroked his face tenderly and smiled when his eyelids fluttered shut. Santi grabbed his pillows and wedged them up under her hips before pulling out with a hiss. His palm came up to cup her sex, keeping his spend inside her for a moment more.

“Santi...”

“Just a few more minutes, baby.” He whispered as he moved back up her body, hand still keeping her stuffed full of him. “I promise I’ll take you in there and soap you up, just a few more minutes just give them their best chance.” Santi nuzzled against her neck and she sighed, unable to deny him anything with that pleading edge to his voice.

True to his word, Santiago took his time cleaning her up and placing gentle kisses against every make he left on her perfect skin. He left her to do her skincare, kissing away her insistence that he start one of his own, and stripped the bed. In the hallway on the ground was a folded set of clean linens and a torn chunk of receipt with a smiley face that looked like it knew too much.

The bed was made and turned back by the time Carmen exited the bathroom, already glowing if you asked Santi. She slid in next to him and he immediately pulled her into his side, needing more of the aftercare they were too cum drunk earlier to properly provide one another. Carmen kissed every faded freckle on his cheeks and scratched her fingers through the scruff that was beginning to look more like salt than pepper.

“You’re going to be such an amazing father, Santiago. You’re the only man I would ever have considered it with. You’re already so good as a Tio. I can’t wait to see you with them.” Santi felt his chest tighten and the shimmer of unshed tears obstructed his view of her beautiful, sleepy smile so full of adoration.

“You are so beautiful with her, hermosa. I’m so lucky that you want to be the mother of my children. God, I hope they’re just like you. I’ll give you as many as you want. Just keep looking at me like that.” Santi let his tears fall freely as he kissed all over her face before slotting his mouth against hers. The way she melted into his chest as he pulled her into him as far as he could, it broke him in a way he knew would never be the same and be all the better for it. After everything he had done, after all that he had lost, he was going to be a dad. His kids were going to grow up with his brothers’ kids. He was going to grow old with the love of his life in peace. It was more than he deserved, but he was too selfish to turn any of it away now. Santiago Garcia had found his happily ever after.

And he was going to beat Frankie’s ass over that note in the morning, after he’d filled his woman back up with cum.

[halfpricedfics]

Nothing Fucks With My Baby

Warning; NSFW, violence, fem reader, misogyny

Bars really aren’t my thing. Like... *really* aren’t my thing. The jury is still out on how I managed to fall madly in love with the poster child for extroverts, but God help me, I do love him.

Frankie had been so sheepish about wanting my help planning Santi’s party and I had been quietly tickled pink at the sentiment. His team were his family and that gesture of inclusion was everything after having been so nervous about fitting in to the rest of his life.They were a sweet group, but fuck if they weren’t rowdy as all hell unleashed.Setting up the decorations at their favorite watering hole, access courtesy of the decrepit owner, had been more fun than I’d had in a social setting in ages. Hanging the banner had been a whole adventure; myself seated comfortably on Frankie’s shoulders, jostling me a little every time he belly laughed at the Miller brothers bickering at the other end of the vinyl. Benny had tried valiantly to play off how much he was struggling under his brother’s weight on his shoulders. Will was doing a far less convincing job of pretending to struggle with pinning the vinyl to the wall. At some point it devolved into a slapstick routine that Frankie let go on a little longer than necessary before pulling them apart. They were certainly growing on me, but my social battery was already dangerously low at 3pm and I still had to get through a whole party full of strangers before I could have my lover back in the comforts of our quiet home.

The thought invigorated me as I scrubbed the grime away in the shower. Santi had been out of country for a month doing private security for a political frontrunner in Colombia. Facetiming every night had been fun at first and I was loathe to take for granted being able to see his face in any capacity, but it just didn’t hold a candle to the warmth of his laugh and the safety of his arms. The shitty signal distorted his voice until it sounded thin and tinny. The faint freckles that dusted his nose were lost to the graininess of the poor video quality. I missed his soft snores and the way he hummed to himself and the way he turned the living room into an impromptu dance floor. I missed his touch. Phone sex just wasn’t enough, not by a long shot.

Santi’s homecoming had been as good as an excuse as any for a shopping trip. I’d gone a week ago to the mall and spent all day picking out perfume and a new dress that I knew would drive him wild on me. My taste in lingerie had drastically evolved since he’d sauntered into my life and I’d come home that night with three new sets; unable to choose based on how they’d looked on the hangers. He was only going to be home for the weekend and I knew that there were probably a dozen other people who were going to be vying for his attention. I just wanted to give him a little extra encouragement to stay in bed a little longer. I loved the way the jade green set looked in contrast to my skin and the way it hugged my curves, accentuating all the parts of me that Santi’s touch liked to linger on. The locket he’d bought me for Christmas hanged down between my breasts in the deepest neckline I had ever worn. The clack of my heels on the hardwood, the swing of the skirt above my knees, and the tickle of my hair on my back had me feeling more beautiful than I had felt since our last date night before he left.

I was genuinely enjoying being around Frankie and the Millers again, almost enough to let them convince me to go to one of Benny’s fights next weekend. Will’s lady looked bored and Benny had the attention of at least 3 of the girls sitting conspicuously alone at the bar. Frankie and his lady were canoodling to my left in a way that had Will asking if they were going to get themselves a room. Leave it to Santiago to show up fashionably late to his own party.

I felt him enter before any of the others could call out to him. My feet were moving before I was even conscious of my intent to meet him halfway. I suddenly didn’t care about the eyes of everyone in the room as I sealed my lips against his in a searing kiss. He tasted like Carmex and peppermint as he moaned softly into my mouth. He’d shaved this morning but his salt and pepper scruff burned gently against my chin. I was the first to pull back, his eyes still closed as mine started drinking him in. He was darker than he had been when he left, a warm glow radiating off of him even as he stood under the multicolor string lights we’d wound around the banisters. His hair was freshly trimmed and his clothes were wrinkled from travel. I met his eyes again and he pulled me back against him to rock back and forth.

“I miss you so much, hermosa.” His breath was warm as it fanned out over my ear and down my neck.

“I’m here, honey, I’m right here.” I brought my hand up to the back of his neck and scratched gently at his hair. I Inhaled deeply and basked in the smell of him, pushing down the emotions that threatened to spill over and ruin my makeup.

The boys had apparently waited long enough. I extricated myself from his embrace so his brothers could welcome him home, but his hand never left mine with fingers laced tightly together. I watched him as he laughed and hugged on the Millers and chuckled at the playful insults exchanged with Frankie as they traded their dorky childhood handshake. Back at the table Will ordered a round and then Benny followed after, ever in competition. Santi’s hand creeping up my inner thigh under the table rivaled the increasingly brazen displays of affection that had Frankie’s date nearly climbing into his lap. I could feel the blush spreading across my chest and up my neck, intensified by the effects of the liquor flowing in all of us. Santi gasped audibly when his fingers drifted over the garter belt on my upper thigh and I clenched around nothing, arousal beginning to soak through the lace of my panties. I excused myself from the table, but not before he left an almost bruising squeeze on my thigh as I stood. I could feel him eye fucking me as I walked across the bar to the bathroom so I threw a little extra sway to my hips just for him. Or so I thought.

I tried to steady myself as I cleaned up. The night was still young and I didn’t want to embarrass myself and Santi by getting sloppy white girl wasted on his birthday. He was so beautiful under the soft flicker of the lights and I’d been fighting not to stare at the way shadows danced along the planes of his face as he socialized. That big, warm, calloused hand moving under my skirt. I could smell him on me even in the damp, disgusting bar bathroom. I was in trouble if i couldn’t pull myself together.

The noise of the bar when I opened the bathroom door crashed over me like a wave. The novelty of the atmosphere was wearing off and I wanted to be in bed with my boyfriend. Benny was grinding between two bombshells where a couple of tables had been pushed aside to make an impromptu dancefloor. Frankie’s date was fully in his lap now but he seemed fully engaged in a raucous conversation with Will and Santi. I smiled at how relaxed he looked and started my way back towards him. I was about halfway down the bar when I felt someone grab my upper arm in a vice grip.

“What’s a scrumptious thing like you doing teasing us like that?” His breath smelled like cheap beer and stale tobacco. His mouth was hot and damp on the back of my neck and he yanked me towards him.

“I just want to get back to my boyfriend, please let me go.” My voice wavered and I cursed myself inwardly. I had never been good at confrontation and the leer on this man’s face had me feeling like prey. I tried to pull away but his fingers dug painfully into my arm.

“What a filthy little slut walking around here like a bitch in heat. I think someone needs to teach you a lesson about what happens to dirty little girls who play with fire.” His friends were laughing and I felt like a snared animal. I kept my eyes on Santi, silently begging him to turn around as my voice failed me. I saw him sit up and look around, no doubt wondering what was taking me so long. Our eyes met and a shadow fell over his face. He was across the room in three easy strides. A growl ripped from his chest as his grip tightened on the throat of the man whose hands had started pawing at me. The vile creature’s hold slackened enough for me to pull away. The hand not choking the asshole pushed me behind him and the bar fell silent aside from the loud music that not felt out of place. There was a rumble of boots on hardwood as the boys rushed over to back Santi up, still outnumbered by the drunken scum and his goons but far from outmatched. I could feel their body heat as they crowded around me on all sides.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, putting your hands on a woman like that? On my woman like that?” If literally any other man in this history of the planet had referred to me as “their woman” I would have gagged, but there was something shamefully arousing about the way Santiago said it that had heat pooling in my core and helping to defrost the panic that had permeated every cell of my body only moments before.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize she was your bitch. You should try keeping her on a leash if you don’t want others to have a piece.” There was a fearful undercurrent to the defiant bravado as he spoke. He had every right to be afraid right now, but he wasn’t nearly fearful enough for his own good. The tension in the room was coming to a peak as Santi gripped his throat tighter and brought him around to my line of sight. His mouth was at the man’s ear, dangerously close to his throat in a snarl that made me nervous he might actually rip it out with his teeth.

“Apologize. DO IT!” The wad of dip spit that hit me in the face was hot and greasy. The smell of it was in my hair even as I wiped frantically at my cheek. In a flash he was out of my sightline again. Santi was lightening fast, slamming the man’s face into the bar top once, twice, three times until he was a bloody, whimpering, drunken, crumpled mess on the filthy floor. There was a loud shuffling as his entourage stood and my head whipped around as Will shouldered past me to put himself between Santiago and them. 

“Look, it’s square. It’s done. I suggest you pick up your friend and find somewhere else to be. This isn’t a fight you’re going to win.” As Will spoke, Benny came around my left, rolling his shoulders in preparation for a brawl. I could see Frankie slinking forward to my right, somehow dangerously quiet despite the hard soles of his cowboy boots. My hands came up to brace against Santi’s lower back and I felt his muscles jump at the contact before relaxing into the touch. After a few moments of palpable tension a man at the back nodded, seeming to wise up against a fight with four SOF vets. They hoisted the still- bleeding idiot in a fireman’s carry and filed out the front door. The moment they were gone the tension broke and the party was back in full swing for everyone but the five of us.

We met out back where we could hear one another over the raucous of celebration, the coll evening breeze ruffling our hair and dancing in the sway of my dress. Santi had one hand on my waist while the other wiped any trace of spit from my cheek with a wet bar rag. He was still strung way too tightly and I could feel the anger pouring off of him in waves. The brothers were bickering behind him until Frankie hushed them sharply.

“Pope, estas bien? Hermano?” Frankie was worried and that made me worry. There was something dark about the tension shuddering through him. Whatever it was, Frankie seemed to recognize it. I reached up to cup Santi’s cheek and watched him soften into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed before flitting back up to meet mine.

“Bien. I’m just tired, long day flying civvie. Should’ve had my favorite pilot bring me home, instead.” He looked back over his shoulder and shot Frankie a grin. Frankie barked a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. Will seemed to relax a bit but Benny looked to be chewing on a thought. Santi looked back to me and took a deep breath. “I think we are just going to head home. I want to wake up in my own bed.” I nodded at him, now more than ever selfishly wanting him all to myself.

“We still on for Sunday?” Will piped up and Santi grinned in earnest before turning to meet Will in a hug. “Absolutely.” Benny was next, holding onto Santi a little longer than the others. Santi ruined Fankie’s hug by poking him in the sides before tugging his cap down over his eye and drumming on his belly earning a hearty laugh and a boyish grin. He strode back over to me and slung his arm over my shoulder. I waved behind us at the suggestive goodbyes from the boys, Frankie flashing a knowing smirk, and let Santi steer me around the building to the parking lot. I felt him tense a bit as we rounded the corner, still on high alert in case the nuisances from earlier had hung around. My hands were still trembling, I realized, as I reached into the pocket of my dress for my keys. The arm around my shoulders slid down and closed gently around my hand to take them from me. Watching his broad form squeeze into the front seat of my car was comically domestic and I had to bite my cheek despite myself to keep from laughing at the mechanical whir of the seat as he adjusted it. His hand was back on my thigh before we had even pulled out of the parking lot but this was different. There was no seduction to the warm callouses that pressed into the tender skin, just possession. A reminder that he was here and I was safe and I was his. His thumb rubbed absentmindedly as we traveled down the dark highway with the windows down. The warm wind felt good against my skin and dancing in my hair which helped to ease my still shakey nerves. The muted lights from the dash framed his face so beautifully and I stared unabashedly at the handsome features of my lover. 

Santi offered me his arm after opening my door and I giggled at the gesture before accepting. He had a playful smirk on his face that didn’t reach his eyes. I leaned into him in the elevator up to the apartment and sighed happily when he wrapped himself around me to rock slightly back and forth. His lips pressed a kiss to the crown of my head and he rested his chin there. I reached up to scratch lightly at his stubble and felt his resulting purr rumble through my back. 

I entered the apartment first and turned a few steps in to watch Santi close the door behind us and then leaned back against it. That darkness was still there but it was being drowned out by the all consuming lust that was burning in his eyes. He picked his head up off the door and crooked his finger at me in a “come hither” movement. My body temperature spiked and my breathing hitched in my throat but I obeyed without hesitation. I walked back over to him and immediately melted into his touch. My hands pressed gently into his sides and my chest to his as his mouth latched fiercely onto mine. His hands cradled my face like holding any tighter might shatter me. He moaned shamelessly into me as I pulled at his lower lip with my teeth and then returned to plundering his mouth with my tongue. My hands traveled slowly around to his back so I could pull him deeper into the apartment. He followed blindly, completely invested in the feeling of his lips on mine.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the couch. I was on top, gently urging him to stop treating me like a porcelain doll with the hungry conquest of my wandering hands. I could already feel him rock hard in his jeans so I started grinding slowly up and down his length, swiveling my hips slightly on the turnaround. One hand still cradled my neck with a thumb stroking my cheek as the other flew to my hip to hold me in place as his hips slammed up to grind harder against me. I whimpered his name and buried my face into his neck as he repeated the motion a few more times before flipping us with a grunt. My dress was now up around my hips so that my garter belt and panties were on full display. He leaned back and ran his large hands up my thighs.

“Is this new, baby?” His breathing was heavier now and his pupils blown wide.

“Hmmm I wanted to give you a pretty wrapper for your birthday present.” I batted my eyelashes demurely up at him. He groaned and let his head fall back for a moment before refocusing and sliding his hands further up under my dress, pulling it up my sides.

“Let me see you.” He mumbled into my neck as he laid himself over me. I helped him pull my dress over my head and sighed with relief as his hands came down to grope me roughly over the cups of my bra. The ravenous hunger from the bar seemed to have reignited in Santi. He ground desperately against my thigh while his hands worked my breasts and his mouth nipped and sucked bruises into my neck. He was usually so careful about leaving visible marks on my skin but he seemed to have abandoned that mantra in favor of the opposite. He was marking me, claiming me, so that noone else would make the mistake that the neanderthal in the bar had made.His beard burned deliciously and elicited tiny whimpers and moans from my lips that almost masked the way he muttered into my fevered flesh.

“Mine. Mine. All mine.”

“I’m yours, baby. I’m ruined for anyone else.” This seemed to spur him on to leave little bruises all down my neck and across my chest. My fingers carded through and tugged alternatingly in his curls, in no hurry for him to stop worshiping my body. I cried out sharply as he bit into my nipple through the lace of my bra. He tugged the cups down and moaned lasciviously as my breasts spilled out of them. His hands pressed them together and laved them with teeth and tongue with increased voracity before stopping siddenly and nuzzling into the soft flesh of my belly. His shoulders heaved breathlessly as he fought to regain control and I was acutely aware of the growing wet spot in his jeans where he still ground against my leg. I cupped his jaw and encouraged him back up my body so I could kiss him and pour every moment of yearning I’d felt in his absence back into him.

We parted briefly after I had dragged the flat of my hands slowly up the warm planes of his back until his shirt was bunched up at his shoulders. His eyes remained closed as I pulled his shirt over his head and my heart clenched at the gentle feathering of his eyelashes against the tender skin under his eyes. I placed my hands on his flushed cheeks and placed soft kisses over his eyelids and down the bridge of his nose back to his swollen lips. His mouth was all consuming and his hands reached behind to tug at the fastening of my bra until i reached back to guide his hands to the clasp in the front. The feeling of his chest hair on my nipples made me gasp and he ground harder into my leg.

I fought against the button on his pants as he continued to pillage my mouth and moaned when i could finally shove them down to reveal that he had gone commando. I pumped him languidly using the copious amounts of precum he had spilled into his pants as lubricant. The whimper that started in the back of his throat at the contact of my hand against the painful heat of his cock was a full chested growl by its end. He kicked his pants completely off one leg and most of the way down the other and tore my panties down my legs before entering me in one smooth motion. I cried out at the sudden stretch of him and again a moment later when he pulled completely out to flip me over and thrust back in with a sharp bite to tender skin of my shoulder. He was slow but unforgivingly rough as he dragged his way out of me and slammed back in. It started as mumbles into the my hair until I reached back to pull his mouth to mine. The kiss was all teeth and tongue ruined by the desperate moan caused by me shoving my hips back to meet him. 

One hand between my shoulder blades and the other pulling my hip back in tandem with his thrusts, his pace picked up and his hips swung down and through me like he wanted to fuck me fully through the couch. He was chasing my release, frantically pulling every move he knew I liked as if he had something to prove. It was the realization more than his touch that catapulted me into a violent orgasm. Waves of pleasure tore through me and ripped a shriek of his name from the bottom of my lungs. His thrusts got slower and longer as he pumped through my release and I collapsed into the cushion. I was a trembling wreck with stars in my vision and a skull full of thick cotton. I felt Santi lower himself to lay on top of me but it was several minutes trying to catch my breath before I realized he was still hard within me. He hadn’t cum.

His warm body caged me in, not quite cuddling me but trapping me under him like he was afraid I’d blow away in the wind. I rocked my hips back as much as i could and shivered at the way he groaned into my hair.

“Baby, is everything okay?” I felt him nod. “Santiago.” I surprised myself with the stern edge to my voice and felt him stiffen above me. I reached back and pushed on his shoulder so that he pulled out and rolled off of me. I turned over and pulled him back down so he was half draped back over me. “Tell me.”

“Princesa...” He scrubbed a hand down his face and I gently pushed it away to replace it with my own. I cupped his jaw and pulled him down so that his forehead rested on mine.

“Please, baby. Please don’t shut me out. I can’t do this without you. Talk to me. Tell me how to help.” The sigh that fanned out over my face seemed to have escaped from his bones. He was still hard against my stomach but I felt his limbs growing heavier as he wrapped me up. He took a moment before he met my eyes and dragged his nose along mine.

“I worried about you every day I was gone. I was neck deep in the threat of violence and all I could think about was you alone in this shitty neighborhood. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you while I was gone. If you got tired of waiting. If you found someone who wasn’t a ghost. I craved you so much that I kept thinking I saw you in crowds. I couldn’t take it anymore so I stepped down. I left. All that work Emmanuel put in and I couldn’t even see it through. I just kept thinking about Tom and his family and how my fucking savior complex bullshit got him killed. I kept thinking about you burying an empty casket because my guys weren’t there to carry me home to you. Worse, you never knowing what happened. No goodbye. I couldn’t.” His breathing was heavier and his voice was getting thick. My sex- addled brain was struggling to catch up but his words were starting to sink in. I felt the hot, fat droplet hit my cheek and realized he was crying.

“You’re home, Santiago. You are safe. I’m here. I’m yours. Everything is okay.” He nodded against my brow and took a deep breath.

“You’re so pretty, y’know? God the moment I saw you in that bar I knew I’d made the right choice, hermosa. I’ve been needing you all night.” I reached down between us and started jerking him slowly. I was memorizing every vein and ridge like he might disappear. His brow furrowed as my thumb rubbed against the slit of the head of his cock and he hissed as I tightened my hand around him. I guided him back into me and bit off the cry from the stretch of him bottoming out again. We laid together for a while with me warming his cock. I whispered how much I loved him, missed him, needed him, was so proud of him. He rocked against me with that one so I pushed on. I told him about the way I touched myself and wished it was him. I told him about how I still said his name when I came when he wasn’t here. I told him I missed the way he fucked me better than any toy, any other man, ever would. 

The groan as he rutted into me sounded painful. I reached around to clutch at his ass to encourage him as he started pulling out to thrust in earnest. He started hard and slow and I could tell he was trying his best to draw it out.

“Don’t hold back, Santi. Fuck me, baby.” He pulled out and growled in frustration.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last. You feel too fucking good. Fuck!”

“It’s okay, baby. We have time. We have all the time in the world. I just need you, please Santi.”

The stretch was much easier this time as he seated himself back into me. His pace was hard and fast and I could feel his release speeding down towards us like a freight train. The noises he was pounding out of me harmonized beautifully with the litany of curses and filthy ramblings pouring from those perfect lips. Sweat was beading on his brow and dripping down his neck and chest. Words devolved into primal grunts and whines as the slapping of his balls on my ass got louder and louder. His hips snapped up into me and his body stretched taught above me with his head thrown back in a strangled shout. I could feel him emptying himself in me as his muscles trembled and flexed with the force of his orgasm. He caught himself as he collapsed in an attempt not to hurt me under his weight. I pulled him down on top of me anyways and held him as he gasped for air with his nose in the hair at my temple. Slowly the trembling stilled and he melted into my embrace. One of his hands came up to stroke my hair and the other wound his way under and around me. He nuzzled my cheek and trailed saccharine sweet kisses down my nose and across my cheek bones, causing me to giggle. I let my hands explore the heated skin of his back, tutting lowly when I came across a new scar and traced mindless shapes that sent shivvers up his spine.

“Are you sure you’re okay, carino? Earlier-” His voice was fuck- rough and delightfully gravelly but I shushed him all the sam.

“I’m okay, Santi. Lucky for me a handsome soldier came to my rescue.” I paused and dropped my joking tone before continuing. “I’m so sorry your birthday was ruined, mi amor.” Santi shook his head in response.

“It was perfect. You are perfect. I’m just so happy to be home. I swear to god I’m never leaving you again. Besides, it’s not a real party if nobody gets their bell rung anyways.” It was my turn to shake my head and laugh. I tightened my arms around him and kissed at the hollow where his jaw met his ear until he was squirming and trying not to let out the childlike giggle I knew I could draw from him there.

“C’mon Pepe Le Pew, lets get a shower before you start snoring on me.”

“I do not snore!”

“Santiago!”

His lighthearted laughter as he puled me up from the couch and spun me around the livingroom before stumbling down the hall on jelly legs made my heart soar. It was finally starting to sink in that he was home and wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I’d take a million more bar creeps if it meant waking up tomorrow next to my boyfriend- who most definitely DOES snore.

[halfpricedfics]

Scream from the pleasure, unmask your desire...

Pairing: Dave York x fem Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warning: gun kink, knife kink, edging, rough sex, bondage, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, language

A/N: This was written as part of the sl+ discord exchange for @marvelousmermaid. 

If you weren’t careful. people were going to start asking questions about how many training exercises you were signing up for, but your window of opportunity was finite and you had every intention of of milking every second of this experience you could before that window closed forever. The bulletin for this exercise had been vague; evasion pending extraction. Chills had gone up your spine as you’d read it. He had been paying attention to your whimpered confessions after all, and there was no way you were going to let this pointed response to your deepest fantasy go unmatched. Your instructor would be back in the field before your coursework allowed for another opportunity like this. If it was going to be the last time, you were going to give him something to remember.

Your drop point was in some hillcountry upriver from campus. Too far to simply traipse back to base but close enough that distress signals would be expediently responded to. The government had invested too much money into you as an asset by this point for careless expendability. 

Repelling from choppers was always an epic rush but it had nothing on the persistent ache between your legs accompanied by the adrenaline spike that washed over you the moment your boots hit the ground. He was coming and, if you played your cards right, so would you. Your lungs burned as you gulped muggy air like water. Every time you stopped to catch your breath and sip from your canteen, the hair on the back of your neck raised and goosebumps sprung up across your body. He was out there somewhere, in the trees and the bush. If you didn’t pick the pace and get your head on straight the fun would be over before it even began. There’s nothing sexy about abject incompetence.

False leads, doubling back, booby traps, as much as it seemed like you were wasting time you were actually buying hours, maybe even days under normal circumstances. Dave York wasn’t exactly “normal circumstances”, though, was he?

No, the man hunting you was beyond exceptional in every way. He had managed to stay four steps ahead in every exercise, reducing the head of the class to a green agent in comparison. The weekends spent with the senior agent were invaluable beyond being fucked stupid. The skills you were learning with your clothes on might just save you and your team someday. The gratuitous railing you were looking forward to with them off was certainly a handsome bonus.

The small shambled shack caught your periphery as you stopped for a long pull from your canteen. It was mostly hidden about a mile off the trail. If you were quick, you could make it there around dusk with just enough daylight to secure a perimeter before hunkering down for the night. You made less of an effort to hide your tracks as you beelined for the decrepit building and as you poked around inside, laying out a bedroll. Exiting you were far more careful and settled into a cool hollowed out burrow under a fallen tree. Here you waited and you watched.

Dark had only just saturated the night about an hour prior to the arrival of the creeping shadow of movement moving silently just off the trail you’d left on your way down. Your adrenaline spiked as he wove through the brush with the ease of a panther in the night and disappeared into the shack. Your body thrummed as you crawled out of your hiding spot and crept closer. Your directive didn’t call for engagement, but there was something irresistibly delicious about the idea of... neutralizing the threat.

Your breach was smooth, one fluid motion; you swung your body in a pivot around the frame and pulled the trigger. Five pounds of pressure, just like the real thing. An echoing pop and he stumbled forward as the projectile hit its mark right between his shoulder blades.Wildlife skittered and scuffled outside at the disturbance and then it was silent, save for his ragged breathing. Uncertainty began to to bleed into the edges of your mind and you took a tentative step forward.

“D-” You’d barely taken a breath when he spun around and lunged forward to wrap one hand around your throat the the other around the wrist still holding the paintball pistol. He forced you back until your back hit the doorframe and his mouth landed hot and wet on the shell of your ear.

“You empty your clip until the target stops moving.” His voice was harsh and gravelly. His grip on your throat tightened until you were gasping for air. His thumb pressed sharply into the tendon of your wrist until you lost your grip and the gun clattered to the warped hardwood floor. “Or did you sleep your way through the municipal academy, as well?” He spat and you flinched despite yourself. “Mirame. MIRAME!” He roared and you stilled. Your eyes shifted to meet his in a brazen stare. He smiled cruelly and crooned. “That’s a good girl. Eres tan jodidamente inteligente, nina.” The hand on your wrist slid down your arm and groped your breast roughly through your clothes before gripping the neck of your shirt and ripping downwards.You held his gaze as he withdrew a knife from his belt and open it with a sharp flick of his wrist. he dragged the flat of the blade down your chest and over the swell of first one breast and then the other. The movement in cutting through the front of your sports bra was alarmingly fast, the tip of the blade a constant threat in his skilled grip. 

The cool night air against your nipples damp from the sweat of earlier exertion made you gasp lightly, earning a dark chuckle from Dave. The heat of his mouth on you was scorching when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. His teeth were rough against the soft flesh with one hand pressing you tightly to the doorframe and the other pulling sharply on the other nipple. You choked out a moan and he smiled around you, sucking harshly before releasing your breast with an obscenely wet pop.

“All fours.” His growl was bordering on feral and the ache between your legs was becoming painful. The hand on your throat shifted to the back of your neck and threw you to the floor. He watched you get situated, body thrumming with excitement as you widened your stance and lifted your hips slightly in an effort to entice him. He hummed and you heard the sound of his belt sliding through its loops, causing your breath to hitch slightly. You looked back and met his stare before he folded the belt over and took it in both hands, pushing them together and then ripping them apart in a loud crack where the leather met itself in a violent kiss. It was pure stageplay and you loved it. He knelt beside you and tugged sharply at the waistband of your pants, wordlessly demanding that you unbutton them and you complied. He shoved your pants down your thighs to your knees and shoved his hand between them to cup you. He groaned at the scorching slick and grabbed you roughly in a pinching grip before releasing you and bringing that same hand down on the swell of your ass.

“Your objective was evasion pending extraction, Agent.” The callouses on his hand wet with your slick added an extra degree of sting as it punctuated his statement on the reddening skin of your backside. “Deviation from the objective puts your entire team,” Smack. “and by extension,” Smack. “the agency at risk.” Smack. Smack. Smack. His hand smoothed over the angry flesh and dipped back down between your legs. “Fuck, you’re dripping. I bet you could cum just from this, couldn’t you, hermosa?” You whimpered and he brought his hand back down you... HARD. 

“Yes, David!” He hummed again, a low bass that rumbled through him and into your side.

“Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment if you get off on it.” He gripped your shoulder and thigh and flipped you on your back. He grabbed a zip tie from a bundle in his pocket and secured your wrists around an exposed support beam. He wiggled his fingers between the plastic and your wrist, testing for circulation issues, before sliding his hands down your arms to squeeze your exposed breasts and ghosting his fingertips down your ribs. His dark eyes glittered as you gasped lightly and continued his descent down the planes of your body. He groped your ass, fingers digging into the tired muscles and eliciting more noises from you. He got off on the sounds you made about as much as you do with his, but he was in control and you were going to have to play the long game if you wanted to strike gold with his vocalizations. Your pants were jerked roughly over your knees, past your ankles, and landed somewhere in the adjacent corner.

The silvery moonlight filtering in through the collapsing roof was casting soft shadows on the hard planes of his face in a way that would have been so beautiful any other time, but the dangerous glint in his coal black eyes as he loomed over you robbed you of anything more the thrill of being prey to the most dangerous predator in the animal kingdom. He took his shirt off and stalked towards you on all fours until the scorching heat of his mouth hovered over your mound. Your head dropped back in anticipation as you steeled yourself for the ravenous consumption you’d fallen apart with several times before. Confusion knitted your brow when nothing happened and your head shot up when you heard the slide of a gun engage between your legs. The muzzle gathered moisture from your entrance before sliding up to rub against your clit. A wanton, almost inhuman, moan pierced the night air as he dragged the slide through your slick.The cool bite of the gun was exquisite against your painfully overstimulated pussy, every ridge sending sparks of arousal up your spine. The friction of the gunmetal was not quite enough to get you there on its own.  

It felt like a lifetime of purgatory being brought so close to the edge and never allowed to fall into the waves of ecstasy crashing against the cliffside of your consciousness. After an eternity of almost relief he rocked back on his heels, eliciting a pitiful whine from you. He brought the flat of his fingers down on your clit and tsk- ed at your impatience.

“You want to cum, dirty girl?” His smirk was infuriating under the haze of your need. 

“Yes, sir.” He growled lowly.

“Okay, Agent, here’s the deal,” The abrupt change in tone from sultry tease to professional command snapped you back into work mode, suddenly hyper aware of your own vulnerability in close proximity to a man with a professional ledger as long and filthy as the repertoire of things you had and would let him do to you. The pregnant pause as he considered you left the shack silent save for your ragged breathing. “You scored second highest in your rank for gun skills. This is unacceptable. Second best gets the wrong people killed. Second best gets you killed. Range training does not adequately simulate mission demands. All that truly matters is that you are capable when it counts. Prove to me that you can execute blind assembly under duress, and I will give you what you want.”

Your mind was racing. Was this son of a bitch actually going to make you perform a training exercise before he would fuck you? Why was that the hottest goddamn thing you’d ever heard?

“Are you going to earn it, dulzura?” His tone shifted again, now dripping with the lust to match the erection straining against the front of his BDUs. 

“Yes, sir. I won’t disappoint you.” The sincerity in your voice made you cringe internally but the feeling dissipated at the sight of a crooked smile that gave you a glimpse of that dimple you quietly adored. He might have been cute in a time before the rage of war and the icey grip of agency work. 

The blade snicked open again and you breathed him in as he stretched over you to cut your ties. He smelled of sweat and dirt, a far cry from the expensive cologne he wore in the classroom. This was the real David, not the suit and tie mask he wore in the halls of the academy. Here in the woods surrounded by the smell of sex and trees, half clothed and gun in hand, this was the real David York. 

You sat up and shrugged your torn shirt and bra from you shoulders, relinquishing them to Dave when he held out a hand for them. You stood and watched with curiosity as he tore a long strip from the material of your shirt and tossed the rest aside. He reached into his pack and pulled out a worn compact gun cleaning kit and you wondered what kind of stories it might have told if it could. He unfolded the kit and laid it out in front of where you now knelt along with his gun still sticky with your arousal. He then walked around behind you and wrapped the strip of your shirt around your eyes, taking surpirsing considration of the stray hairs falling from your braid. He leaned forward and nipped lightly against the shell of your ear before standing back to his full height. 

“Alright, Agent, you have 3 minutes to disarm, disassemble, clean, reassmble, and rearm my gun. Treat my gun right, and I’ll treat you right.” Your fingers tingled as you flexed them. This was nothing you hadn’t done thousands of times before, but the vulnerability of being completely nude, blindfolded, and on your knees while trying to ignore the painful ache of your dripping cunt was new. 

“Begin.” It took four wasted seconds for you to find your rythm. The cold press of the metal in your hands eased the anxiety of vulnerability until all that exxisted was your measured breathing and the muscle memory that accompanied the earthy smell of gun oil. Nothing, not the grip of large hands on your breasts or the hot breathy moans in your ear as he rutted against you, was going to break your laser focus. Steady hands affixed the spring with nimble fingers as he whimpered your name and tugged at your braid. The snap of the magazine broke the spell and his warmth was gone from your back in an instant.

“17 seconds to spare.” There was something strange in his voice akin to pride, a sound you would replay in the silence of your bunk as your hand slipped between your legs in desperate circles for months to come. A large hand covered yours, taking the gun and inspecting it before walking over to his pack to put it away. Excitement arched through you in anticipation. All work and no play makes Dave a dull boy. Work was over, time to play.

He was standing in front of you again, thumb brushing over your bottom lip and then pressing into your tongue when you opened obediently for him. He reached behind you and pulled the makeshift blindfold over your head. Your eyes adjusted quickly and you locked eyes with him in a smirk as you reached up to rub at the hard bulge in front of you. His head fell back with a strangled noise even as his hands caught your wrists to stop you.

“The clock is working against us. We need to get you to the extraction point by sunrise. You’re going to need time to rest after I’m done fucking the sense out of you.” The matter- of- fact delivery sent a shiver down your spine and he thrusted slightly against your palms despite his halting fingers around your wrists. He was right, of course. The choice between teasing him and your own satisfaction had been his, as it always was. 

He shifted his grip so that both of your wrists were gathered in one of his large hands so that the other could hold your chin. The air was electric as he spoke lowly into the night.

“Tell me how you want it, hermosa.” His chest heaved and ribs contracted under the weight of arousal.

“Take me and give me all of you in return. Don’t hold back, David.”

His hands were everywhere and suddenly you were back on your hands and knees with your legs wide and pussy on full display. You watched over your shoulder as he gracelessly removed his pants and boxer briefs. Your mouth watered and cunt clenched futilely as his cock sprung stiffly to smack against his lower belly. A rope of precum strung between the angry red tip and his underpants was broken as he pumped himself roughly. His hand fisted over the tip and stroked down the shaft, leaving a sheen of his arousal to shine in the moonlight that painted him so beautifully against the backdrop of the decrepit shack. You openly admired the lithe power of his muscles as he strutted over to kneel behind you. He reached up and pulled the hair tie securing your braid and separated the strands before gripping the hair at the base of your skull to pull you up against him until your back was flush to his chest. You whimpered and ground back against him.

“I’m not going to be gentle with you, preciosa, and you will love it.” With that he pushed you back down until your elbows hit the warped hardwood. The hand in your hair smoothed down the back of your neck and stopped between your shoulderblades as the other gripped the root of his cock to slide through the slick that was now dripping down your thighs. He notched himself at your entrance, a small strangled noise passing his lips, and then his hips slammed into yours. The pace was languid but the force was beyond anything you had ever experienced. It felt like the breath was forced from your lungs with every thrust. Every delicious inch of him stretched and filled you, hitting spots that no other man before him had ever reached. It wasn’t just the sheer size and weight of him, it was the cant and the roll of his hips in time with the way his hands took possession of every bit of you he could reach. Every snap and draw was punctuated with a litany of noises like music from him that was driving you absolutely wild. Without the breath to speak your need for more, you resorted to driving yourself back to meet his thrusts. He had never been quiet during your sessions, but the volume and pitch of his litany as he set a brutal pace was nothing short of animalistic. It wasn’t five strokes before you were clenching and crying out around him but he didn’t falter. He growled and fucked you through your orgasm and towards another. Your arms gave out so that your chest lay on the floor and he bent over you with his arm around your middle to hold your hips to his as he rutted into you. The next orgasm had your legs shaking and you cried out for more, begging him not to stop. He pulled you up flush against him again with one hand on your breast and the other circling your clit and you screamed yourself hoarse as you squirted down both of your thighs. It wasn;t the first time he’d made you squirt but as your vision began to cloud you realized that you were well and truly ruined for anyone else. He stilled inside you, feeling your body slackening. He pulled out and laid you down on your back, giving you a moment to catch your breath and find your bearings before splitting you back open. Your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts, enticing him to grasp roughly at them. One hand cradled the back of your head as he adjusted to lay himself over you. The new angle had the tension building again deep in your belly despite the sureness with which you felt it was impossible to cum again.

“I know you’ve got one more for me, good girl. I can feel it. Cum with me, carino. Come on. Cum with me while I fill you up.” The roll of his hips and the beautiful sounds in your ear sent you over the edge one last time as you bit down on his neck. The sharp pain of your teeth in his flesh and impossible grip of your pussy sent him over the edge and he spent himself in you with a deafening roar. Your teeth released him as he threw his head back in ecstasy. Even in your bliss you couldn’t help but wonder at the beauty of him. He collapsed onto you and wound his arms around you, one under your head and the other around your waist. You wrapped yourself lazily around him in return. 

It was then that most incredible thing happened: Dave York kissed you. Not only did he kiss you, but he kept kissing you. His lips were surprisingly soft slotted against your own. The kiss was gentle and reassuring, almost bringing you to tears with its sweetness. As he softened inside you, you realized that this was goodbye. You kissed him back and poured everything into the way your tongue danced against his and the way your hand stroked down and back and carded through his hair. It was bittersweet knowing that no other man would ever understand you the way David did, but respecting that your career did not leave room for waiting at home for a man who may never return. That wasn’t your story and David would never had accepted that sacrifice from you. It was also true, after all, that no other woman would understand David the way that you did. You were perhaps the only ones truly capable of loving one another in the cold light of your truths and that was why you couldn’t be together. Parting was the ultimate act of devotion to one another, to let the other grow beyond what neither could truthfully give the other outside of fantasy. You’d already accepted this as your reality and come to terms with what that absence would mean tomorrow or a month from now just like he had. 

Or maybe not.

He nuzzled sweetly below your ear and placed sweet kisses down your neck. His lips paused on the shell of your ear and then he spoke in what was barely a whisper.

“Say the word and I am yours. One word and I will stay. I’ll call Robert right now and tell him I can’t do it anymore. One word.”

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How to kill someone; fill them with love, then leave.

He was only out of sight for a moment. One last embrace and a stoic smile hiding inconceivable pain. Cheeks pressed against one another, arms clutching just a little too long, words left unsaid. He was only gone a second, but the man sitting on the bench was unrecognizable. Looking into his eyes he saw every moment of peace and contentment that hard been ripped from his own future, and he had to look away. A lifetime of agony didn’t hold a candle to the inferno of suffering climbing the walls inside him. A tortured beast caged behind a liars grin. The light glinting off of the ring on his finger blinded him a moment he wished would last eternal. The image of him burned into his eyelids was changing as it had once before. The twerp, the super soldier, the old man. The heart of the lion beating in the body of the kid from Brooklyn that couldn’t back down from a fight. The boy who always got back up could now barely pick himself up off the bench without help. Hydra was only purgatory; this was Hell.

Stevie grew old without him. Stevie left him behind. Again.

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Cheeky fucker.

I was trying and failing to have a serious conversation. I was stressed out with work and family and rent was coming up and Diego...

Diego coming into my life was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I’d never really worried myself with relationships, more focused with my aspirations in journalism. The night we crashed into each other was like watching a neutron collider in action and we had been inseparable ever since.

I had grown up in a violent household and so my relationship with a vigilante seemed counter intuitive to my brothers who feared I was making the same mistakes that our mother had. It was taking a little time, but they were coming around and warming up to him. Diego loved how close my boys and I were, though I knew it made him sad. Getting him to open up about his own siblings and their garbage fire of a relationship was tough, but bit by bit that wall fell like all the rest.I had never experienced intimacy or vulnerability in that way and it would have been terrifying with anyone but him. He made it feel safe.

The expose I was working on had hit a brick wall, with informants disappearing and sources drying up out of the blue. Diego was playfully suggesting that he interfere; find whoever was interfering with my investigation and... solve the problem. He was laughing, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He was trying to warm me up to the idea of another team- up with cheeky smiles and tempting lip bites. 

The truth was that the idea was tempting. I’d pursued journalism with the belief that the pen was mightier than the sword, but out partnership challenged my resolve in that dogma. I still preferred the pen, but Diego had a lot of swords and was so good with them.

“I’m not going to sanction violence to solve this one, I can do this without the bloodshed. I need to do this without the bloodshed, Diego. Please.” His face softened a bit, but he insisted.

“No bloodshed, just recon. We can do this, we’re stronger together.”

“Stronger together, like that deviled eggs fiasco last Thanksgiving?!” I laughed. Diego didn’t laugh, though I could tell he wanted to.

“Saving lives, baby.” The earnest look on his face broke me. He was right, annoyingly so. I stood and walked around the table to straddle his lap. I could tell from the smirk on his lips that he knew he’d won. I pressed my lips to his, my hands cradling his head softly. I pulled away briefly.

“Just recon, Diego.” I mumbled 

“Uh- huh.” he pulled me back down and kissed me deeply. He tasted like cheap coffee and vanilla chapstick. There in his arms I could feel my stress melting away. Everything was going to be okay, as long as I had Diego. 

He stood with my legs still wrapped around my waist and walked us over to the mattress on the floor, tossing me onto the blankets with a girlish squeal.

“Have I ever shown you how long I can hold my breath?” He asked mischievously before pouncing down on me.

Everything was going to be okay, we were stronger together. 

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It was late. Very late. Both of us had responsibilities to attend to in the daylight hours but, despite knowing this, here we were whispering and giggling like middle school girls at a slumber party

Bucky had arrived home earlier than anticipated from his “adventure” with Sam and had been excited to have a little extra down time with me. Unfortunately, the girl who had been scheduled to come in after me had failed to do so. With radio silence from the supervisors in response to my calls about the no- show, I ended up having to work a double and close the coffee shop. 

When I did finally trudge home after midnight he was waiting up for me. Tacos from my favorite food truck were wrapped with foil in the oven which I devoured inelegantly. After I finished stuffing down the last of my tacos I collapsed back onto the couch and unbuttoned my pants to give way to my incubating food baby. Bucky seemed only mildly surprised at my county- fair- esque nomming skills but greatly amused.

Bucky stood and started clearing away the foil and glasses. I rose to help him, resolved to help gather my share of the mountain of crumpled aluminum, but he placed a large hand on my forehead and pushed me back down onto the cushion.

I giggled  and stuck out my tongue, earning a kissed blown back at me from the kitchen. I started to doze as he changed out the trash liner and ran it out to the curb for morning pickup. I was so close to sleep that I didn’t hear him come back in. A warm hand cupped my cheek, rousing me back to the land of consciousness.

“Hey, doll. You feel up for a bath?” His voice was soft and a little concerned. I nodded eagerly, now feeling guilty for being such a buzzkill despite how excited I knew he had been to get some time with me.

I got up and walked around the back of the couch where he slung his arm over my shoulders and led the way upstairs to our bathroom. Bucky paused at the foot of our bed and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my close, kissing slowly down my neck and across my shoulder before straightening up. He pecked a chaste kiss to my forehead before striding over to the bathroom door without looking back.

I smiled to myself as I finished undressing and dumped my very soiled uniform in the hamper. I could hear him start the tap and play with the temperature knobs. Steam was funneling through from doorframe when he stepped through it and into the bedroom to strip down. We appraised one another shamelessly as I stood waiting at the doorframe. Bucky turned from the hamper and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a childish giggle from me. A cool hand on my back guided me over to the tub while he stopped to grab a lavender scented bathbomb. That was more for Bucky than it was for me, admittedly. I liked them alright but Bucky was enthralled with watching them dissolve with such dramatic flair. We’d learned the hard way not to dissolve entire glitter bombs at once due to his adorable penchant for the glittery storm of fizzing colors.It had been months before we could see the white tile of the tub again.

I stepped in and waited for Bucky to come in behind me. There were plenty of occasions wherein he liked to be the little spoon, but bathtime was not one of them. He eased down into water and patted his chest, signaling for me to do the same. The water was hot, the way we both loved it. I sighed as the water displaced with my added mass so that it sat right at my collarbones.I closed my eyes and leaned back against his firm chest, feeling its steady rise and fall. There was an amusing plop as Bucky dropped the bathbomb between our legs.

His metal arm wound around my waist, the flesh one pushing up into my hair to massage my scalp. It was hard not to moan as one hand moved to rest on top of the metal one and the other on his thigh.I could feel the tension start to melt away as the stresses from the coffee shop drifted further from the forefront of my mind. Bucky knew what he was doing and he knew he was damn good at it.

Bucky’s thumb worked at a knotted muscle at the base of my skull and the moan I had been choking back escaped. I could feel him stir behind me, fighting arousal as I sighed his name. I turned my head to kiss and suck at his neck, moving on up to nibble at his jaw before hitting that sweet spot to draw a shuttering gasp. His arm whirred quietly as his grip around my middle and made small waves. I was suddenly very aware of the way the water moved against my nipples and the way he was hardening against my lower back. My need was growing rapidly and I could feel him leading the way.

The hand in my hair guided my mouth to his and he kissed me deeply. He had missed me while he was away, though he hadn’t explicitly said so. He told me now in kisses. He missed me, he needed me, he wanted me,,, he loved me.I let myself get lost in his lips and the way he worked at them with his own. 

My skin was set aflame in the water as his other hand started its slow descent towards the aching need that awaited him. He was always so slow at this part, giving me all the time in the world to hesitate or pull away, but I never did and neither did he.The hand that had rested on that arm reached up to tangle in his hair as I spread my legs in anticipation.

By the time my moans and cries stopped echoing off the tile in the bathroom, the floors were soaked in standing water the extended even into the bedroom. Bucky had to help steady me as I tiptoed through the puddle on my jelly legs.I flopped down on the foot of the bed, deliciously sated. He laid across the bed next to me and couldn’t quite hide the way he stared at my breasts resting on the duvet. Despite how comfortable the two of us had grown to be around each other, Bucky was still not good at initiating sex. If I didn’t make the first move, it would never happen. I’d woke up to Bucky trying to quietly relieve his own needs in the dark on more than one occasion simply because he felt guilty asking.

I reached for the hand not supporting his head and placed it on my breast, encouraging him to give it a rough squeeze. Rough was another thing he wasn’t good at, at least not yet. I could see the desire in him, hidden just behind his fear of hurting me and memories of what he’d been forced to do before. Those scars were deep and I was in no rush to get him to wade out into where he wasn’t ready to swim. I could wait. I had the time.

His lust- darkened eyes flitted up at me and I nodded my okay as he continued to explore my breasts. I didn’t shy away from expressing how much I enjoyed it, encouraging him to venture past where we had gone before. I reached up above me and began to lightly run my fingers up and down his hardening shaft.I wanted to taste him, to feel the weight of him on my tongue, but I didn’t want to rush him.I swiped my thumb across the head of his cock and heard the sound the escaped him. His hands faltered and I took that opportunity to move up and take what I wanted. He rolled from his side onto his back, giving me better angles to work on him. His flesh hand gripped at my hair while the other held tightly to the bedframe. 

I was relentless as I moved, focused only on the sounds and faces he made as I worshiped him. I was getting wound up again and I would be storing this away in my memories for the next time he was out of town. 

The metal of his arm whirred as it gripped ever tighter, cracking the wood of the bedframe to keep from pulling too tightly on my hair. I could tell that he was trying to suppress the sounds of his need and I desperately wished he wouldn’t. He was close and I wanted to go for the big finish. One hand alternated massaging his balls and stroking his shaft as I focused my mouthwork on sucking with everything I had on the tip.He came with a mighty jerk of his hips and a strangled grunt. I didn’t let up until he pulled me away to kiss me. The kiss was hot and heavy as his hands roamed up and down my body.

I could feel him already hardening again at my thigh and marveled at the wonders of his enhanced body.He was kissing me with the need of a man dying of thirst, yet his hands hesitated. I slung my leg over his and started grinding against his muscular thigh, hoping he would get the message without having to explicitly ask for it.

“Please’ He whimpered and I moaned my consent. He startled me by jumping up, thinking I had done something wrong. Instead, he grabbed me by my hips and pulled me back to the edge of the bed. He kissed down my back as he entered me, earning a lecherous cry from me. I wanted him. I needed him. Hard. Fast. Now.

Metal arm wrapped around my waist as I pushed back onto him, the other reached up to grip firmly at my breast. My hand covered his, encouraging him down this path. He pulled back and pushed forward so tortuously slowly. We’d only done it in this position once before; in a maintenance closet at Stark Tower when we’d become hopelessly overcome during a party. He was a devil in the sheets when he caught his stride, but overly cautious in new territory.On the next thrust i met him with greater force, earning a moan from both of us. 

“Is that what you need?’ He rasped

“Bucky, yes, please, yes.” I whimpered

“As you wish.” He growled into my ear and that alone made me weak in the knees.

The arm around my wait tightened as he ground into me, drawing moans, before pulling out and snapping them forward. I cried out in pleasure, my hand clawing at the duvet for any kind of purchase as the super soldier put my body to work.I came and came again and he did not relent, driving into me with animistic need and I loved every moment of it. 

He was close and wouldn’t be satisfied unless I finished again. I laid forward on the bed and arched my back, giving way to to another angle. He was hitting that spot and I couldn’t stop the cries of pleasure that tore through me. I knew for sure that the cops would be knocking at the door any minute and I couldn’t care less. My cries encouraged his which only drove me higher. His flesh hand held my hip as the metal one splayed between my shoulder blades, pushing me deeper into the mattress. 

His thrusts kicked up double time and I started seeing stars, so close to the edge. 

“Baby, cum. Cum, baby. I need it.” The words were almost indecipherable from the moans that carried them.Both hands now on my hips, he pushed me against the edge of the mattress as he fucked into me. His footing slipped slightly and the angle sent me over with a keening cry. The shuddering snaps of his hips and the way he cried my name to the ceiling pushed me through an orgasm that had me teetering on the brink of consciousness.

When reality started to seep back into meI realized my body was still shuddering with aftershocks. He rolled off of my back to the side and brushed hair out of my face. I reached up and lay my hand on his chest, all I could manage at the moment.

It was a few minutes before Bucky got up and pulled the duvet back up at the head of the bed.He came around and helped me to my feet. He held me there against him for a moment and I could sense his guilt and worry that he had got carried away and hurt me. I wrapped my arms around him and tilted my face to look at him.

“Hey.” I mumbled, causing him to look down at me.

“Hmm?” He cocked his head to the side as I smiled up at him before a similar smile broke out across his face. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, and I reciprocated in trying to pour all of my love into the kiss.

I wobbled to the bathroom to clean up and when I returned Bucky was already laying in bed, waiting for me.  He lifted the covers for me and I slid in to face him. 

“Hey.” he said.

“Hey.” I whispered back.

He leaned forward and kissed my nose before pulling back and fxing me with a concerned look.

“Are you alright? I mean, did I...”

“No, baby. Bucky I’m fine. I’m great. YOU were great. It was... great.” I laughed and he seemed to relax a bit. I reached over and stroked his cheek, still flushed from his exertions. A warm hand held mine there against his cheek and my heart melted. He laid his head down against his pillow and I did the same on mine.

“I’m sorry you had to work late. You work so hard just on your internship, that job... ugh Doll, you deserve so much more”

“It’s ok, Buck. It’s a bad day, not a bad life. Coming home to you made it a million times better. I’m just sorry I ruined our day together by doubling down.”

“Doll, you didn’t ruin anything. I just wish you’d ditch that nightmare and focus on your writing. Your future is there, not in that coffee shop.”

“You’re right. If I died tomorrow, my job would be posted before my obituary.’ Bucky frowned.

“Don’t talk like that.” I brought his fingertips to my lips and kissed up and across his knuckles.

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart.That hellhole pays the rent on this house, though. It’s a necessary evil.” Bucky hesitated.

“But it doesn’t... have... to be.” He looked up at me through his eyelashes, reading my face. He looked so cute, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Whatchu talkin’ bout?”

“You could come stay with me. Y’know... if you want. I know I’m still at the compound, but if you don’t like it there we could move. I’ve been saving some and we could get a place. If you wanted. I don’t know. Maybe.” He was too busy rambling to notice the teary grin on my face.

“Buck? You want to live together.” I could see the insecurity on his face, so I tilted his chin to look me in the eye. He nodded.

“Yeah. If you wanted to. I really do.” It was quiet and nervous and it broke my heart. I cuddled into his chest and wrapped my arms around him.

“My lease is up next month.” I mumbled into his chest. I felt him exhale, finally accepting what I was saying. 

“We could move you in with me at the tower. It’s nice, there. I have a whole floor to myself. If you don’t like it, though, we could have a house.” He was excited and not masking it well.

“Yeah? We could stay at the tower a while, if that’s not against the rules.”

“Screw them. You are coming to stay with me. I don’t care what anyone says.”

“How long have you been thinking about this, Buck?” I didn’t want to pressure him, but I was curious. He shrugged against me.

“A while, I guess. I like having you to come back to. I’m happy when I am with you. The nightmares aren’t as bad and the flashbacks are easier. Nothing hurts as much when you are around. You’re cute when you wake up... and I thought, well, what if I could see you wake up all the time. I could buy us a house if I saved up and then we can have a home like Stevie. Maybe we could live next door and you could keep each other company when I’m not home. My girl and my best friend. Like I always wanted. You would get along like a house on fire, probably too much. Drive me a little crazy. It could be perfect.” 

It was then that I realized how much this meant to him. He’d been dreaming of this life since the 40′s and it was stolen from him. Steve got to go back and have a do- over, but Bucky was stuck here. He thought that his chances for that were over, but now he wanted that with me. My heart broke and the tears wouldn’t stop. Bucky looked confused so i shook my head and wiped at my face.

“That sounds perfect, Baby. What kind of house do you want?” Bucky wiped at my face with his fingertips and the caressed it with the back of his hand.

“A cottage, I think. Something with some land and a lot of room. A big yard.”

“A big yard, huh. You want dogs?”

“Oh man, yeah. Definitely! I always wanted a dog but we couldn’t afford it and Stevie was allergic, anyways.I always thought that, if I had kids, they would get to have a dog-” Bucky froze and his eyes darted over at me. My heart stopped and then started fluttering.

“You want kids, Buck?” I was smiling so hard and Bucky looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Yeah, but if you don’t want to then it’s okay. I understand.” I interrupted.

“I do, Buck. Only if they are with you.” And it was true. Bucky;s face lit up and his eyes were misty.

“Yeah I didn’t want them anymore, not after everything. You made me want that again.” The tears were freefalling now and I reached up to try to catch them, tears of my own starting back up again. Bucky pulled me tight against his chest and we we held each other for a while. When our faces were red but the tears dry, Bucky placed a kiss to the top of my head. “Don’t go in tomorrow. Don’t go in ever again. Call the landlord, tell him you aren’t renewing your lease. I can cover the last month.You can have whatever room on my floor you want.’ I loved it when he rambled like this.

“Baby, I want your room. I want to share your room. That’s the whole point.”

“I just wanted to give you an out, just in case. No pressure.” Bucky replied sheepishly. I kissed his cheek and ran my fingers through his hair, one of his favorite things.

“Today.”

“Hm?” He opened his eyes and I grinned at him, 

“It’s 6am, I’m making those calls today, not tomorrow.” Bucky lifted his head and looked over to where the sun was kissing the grey morning skies.

“Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, Doll.” Bucky laughed.

“OUR lives, Buck.” I leaned up to kiss him deeply, more excited than I had ever been before.

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The two of you had been an item for almost six months and, while you felt more at home with him that you ever had anywhere or with anyone, you were incredibly nervous about ruining the bliss you had been living in. 
Shortly after you began dating Steve had offered you a room in the small house he owned on the grounds outside of Avengers Tower. People close to him has a tendency of getting hurt and, since the two of you had already established that cutting things off was not a viable option, you had obliged him. Being the old fashioned gentleman that he is, Steve had been sheepish about the two of you living together, but it didn’t take long for your separate room arrangement to go out the window. 
He never mentioned his birthday and you understood how hard it was for him to spend holidays alone without Bucky and in a world that was so foreign from the one he had known before martyring himself in the ice. You knew Tony had plans of his own to host a massive party over the weekend and you knew that Steve was less than thrilled with the idea of large crowds of strangers on the beat of days. He was probably hoping you would forget about it all together but 100 was a big deal, even if he had been comatose for most of it. 
He and Nat were out on a recon until late in the day which gave you more than enough time to prepare. You had spent all last night and most of today removing every bit of modern tech you feasibly could from the house and neatly into the garage. You had set your record player up in the corner of the living room with a stack of his favorite records from before. The air was filled with the smell of baking apple pie, a recipe your grandmother had passed down to you. With dinner finished and on the table and pie in the oven, you raced upstairs to shower off. 
Like the pie, the dress was something that had been handed down by Grammy. You were a bit smaller than Grammy had been in her day and so it had been at the tailor’s all week being altered. YouTube tutorials had helped you along with hair and makeup, but the dress would make or break everything. Standing in the mirror and staring at yourself you hoped you weren’t missing the mark with all of this. Steve deserved the whole world and, while you couldn’t erase the past, you wanted to build a better future for him. Somewhere he could be happy. Somewhere he could be home. 
The bellow of the Quin Jet overhead snapped you out of it and you began rushing around, lighting candles and putting the finishing touches on everything. Downstairs you set the needle on an Ella Fitzgerald record before tearing away the foil that had been keeping dinner warm. You were pulling the pie out when you heard the front door open. Butterflies flew into an uproar the moment he came into view. 
His eyes blew wide when he saw you and you smiled. He was taking everything in, seemingly speechless. 
“Welcome home, Captain.” You said softly, walking over and placing a kiss on his stubbled cheek. 
“Hey.” He whispered against your forehead as he pulls you in. You stood there with him a moment before pulling back and placing your hand on his cheek. 
“Go get cleaned up while I finish setting the table.” You kissed him softly and gave his chest a gentle push, nodding up the stairs. He still seemed to be in a bit of shock but he complied. You heard the shower start upstairs and smiled to yourself as you started setting the table. 
You were changing records when you heard his heavy footfalls coming down the stairs. He looked so beautiful in fresh slacks and a button down rolled up to the elbows. He had shaved and combed back his beautiful blonde hair, revealing a sheepish smile that crinkled his sparkling blue eyes. You walked over to him, not missing the way his eyes moved down your body as you moved. The kiss was sweet and you began to sway slowly with the music. You could have stayed like this forever, his slightly chapped lips moving gently against your own and his hands holding tightly to your waist. 
“Dinner’s on the table, baby.” You mumbled, pulling away only to come back with a quick peck. Steve smiled and offered you his arm. You accepted with a soft chuckle, taking his arm as he lead the way into the kitchen. He pulled your chair out for you before stepping around to seat himself. 
“Everything looks so great, love.” He smiled and you couldn’t have stopped the smile that mirrored him. Steve filled you in on the mission, laughing at the predicament Natasha had found herself and the wounded pride that would take far longer to heal than the bumps and bruises she had suffered. You told him about helping Pepper try to moderate Tony as he planned for the party this weekend. Steve sighed and shook his head with a smile. The idea of the party seems to have started to grow on him, or at the very least the sentiment behind it, and you were glad. 
The two of you cleared the table and walked hand in hand to the living room. Steve spun you around as you laughed, before bringing you in close again to kiss you. 
“You look so beautiful, doll. All of this, it’s too much. You shouldn’t have. Thank you so much.” He whispered between kisses, voice quivering slightly as tears welled in his eye. 
“Hush that. Shhh.” You wiped at his face, trying hard not to let tears of your own spill down and ruin your makeup. “I’m happy to do it. I wanted you to have a happy birthday, like you would have.” You heard is breath hitch slightly as you swayed. You didn’t often wear heels so you were enjoying the opportunity to lay your head on his shoulder. You were quiet a while as you danced together, holding each other right as the music carried you around the living room. The needle began to skip and the candles burned low. 
“Hey sit here, I got you something else.” You rushed away before he could say anything else. The pie that had been cooling on the counter smelled delicious as you placed a candle in the middle and lit it. You hurried back to where Steve sat and presented the pie with a smile. Steve beamed up at you, taking the pie and holding it in front of himself, never taking his eyes from yours. 
“There wasn’t enough room for 100 of them, I guess it’s one of the drawbacks of being a fossil.” You smiled cheekily at him and he laughed. He drew in a deep breathe, paused a moment, and then closed his eyes to blow the candle out. He removed the candle and stuck the base in his mouth to suck the pie filling off in a movement that made you feel some kind of way. You pulled the candle from his lips, not missing the lecherous look that flitted across his face momentarily. 
“So what did you wish for, Captain?” He set the pie down on the lamp table next to him before pulling you into his lap. He growled playfully as he attacked your neck with kisses and you squealed happily as his fingers raked up your sides. 
“Isn’t the rule that you aren’t supposed to tell?” He smiled, nipping at your neck. 
“You’re such a square, Rogers.” You laughed and threaded your fingers in his hair before guiding his face back up to yours. Your kisses quickly grew heated as you moved from sitting side-saddle in his lap to straddling him. His hands moved up your skirt to knead at your ass. You began to roll your hips against the growing hardness below you, drawing gasps and moans as Steve kissed at your exposed cleavage. You began to unbutton his shirt and slid it down his muscular shoulders. Course fingers moved your lacey panties aside and tested your wetness before pushing into your heat. The sounds of your moans was suddenly drowned out by the sound of explosions over head. Suddenly you were both on the floor, having been thrown there by Steve, his massive frame covering yours as he assessed the situation. Another cracking pop sounded off above them raining purple and red sparks rained down from the sky. You sighed with relief as you realized that you were safe, even living beneath Tony’s fireworks display. 
“I’m gonna kill him.” Steve groaned, relaxing and pulling you into his lap as he sat on the floor in front of the couch. You sighed with a smile and kissed the tip of his nose. 
“Happy Birthday, Steve.”

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A wounded man once told him that t bit of green and his otherwise blue eyes were proof of his imperfection. Laying here in her arms bright golden light filtering in through the aged lace curtains and dancing on their skin, he wondered if that flaw was as glaring as the rest of his multitudes. Time seemed suspended as they lay there and he prayed to whoever would listen that this moment would last forever. He laid on his back, cool white sheets pooled around his waist and slipping to the floor. Constance was laying propped on an elbow next to him, the swell of her perfect breasts resting on his chest. He had one arm wound around her, tracing shapes on her hip just above the drooping of the sheet, the other cupped elbow as she ran her fingertips down his face. He felt completely vulnerable to her as her eyes roamed over his exposed skin and he felt so at home under her dreamy gaze. The hand not memorizing his face was threaded into the hair that was growing shaggy at the nape of his neck. His unkempt blonde hair and uneven brown scruff were a badge of honor to the life he had grown into with her. Nomad no more; he was free and he was happy. A smile played at the corners of her perfect lips as he captured the pad of her thumb between his teeth with a playful growl. She pulled her hand away to cup his cheek and replaced it with a sweet kiss that lingered after she pulled away to nudge his jaw affectionately with her nose. His lips sought hers again and he sighed into a lazy kiss that made his cheeks flush. He laced his fingers with hers, smiling at the feeling of the metal band on her finger that signified his promise to her. He kissed down her jaw to her neck, encouraged by the gasps and whimpers he drew from her. A sharp tug at his hair was all he needed to flip them so that she was on her back. She clutched at his back as he nipped at her collarbones and rutted against her thigh. “No more playing, baby.” She gave his ass a light squeeze, a wordless request for more. He penetrated her with a guttural moan and was almost undone by the combination of her velvety slick warmth and the strangled gasp of pleasure that fell from her kiss-swollen lips. He set a leisurely pace, wanting to drink in every sound and movement that came from her as he pulled out slow then rolled his hips forward with a brisk snap. “Steve.” She gripped at his muscular back and ground up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust in a desperate reach for the friction that would push her over. He nipped her jaw in response. “Magic words.” He mumbled against her throat. She whined softly in his ear before relenting. “Please, Steve. I need it, Baby, please. Please fuck me.” He moaned at her pleas and, without further warning, began a grueling pace. Neither of them was going to last long, but it was Steve tilting her chin to make eye contact that sent her racing over the edge, taking him with her. He came with a rumbling groan before rolling over to the side to avoid collapsing on top of her. When the black spots faded from his vision, he collected her into his massive arms, kissing her temple as her body quaked with aftershocks. The smell of the automatic coffee pot registered as he began to doze and Steve smiled at the realization that his life was absolutely perfect.