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Ohhhhhhh Jake you better be careful before you get in trouble too!

I was getting jumpy with every sentence waiting for Andy to find out. And I'm excited and nervous for what's gonna happen next. He's big mad, but she's had enough of being just his toy. 😬🫣😈

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Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,665 Summary: You were only trying to help a friend, do something good and decent. But you had to lie to do it, and the thought of getting caught by Andy? It filled you with dread. Warnings: AU. Explicit language. Mob elements. Lying for a good reason. Anxiety. Soft!dark to dark!Andy. Soft!dark!Lloyd. Non-con groping and dirty talk. Mild violence and manhandling. Undisclosed tracking. Scary, angry!Andy.

A/N: I woke up this morning and the next part of the Made Good verse just poured out of me. I’m used to stuff pouring out of me though lolll. Um. So. Things are getting a little scary and wild in this verse. Buckle up, these next two parts are gonna be 😳

You weaved through the familiar floor of the fancy restaurant with ease.

Balancing a tray of food on your hand over your head, you made your way to table 12, your smile bright as you began to deliver dinner dishes to the patrons seated around the table.

Once you were done, the smile was still curling your lips, and you took your time as you walked the dining room floor once more.

You never thought you’d miss waitressing so much. It was one of the many jobs you had juggled to make ends meet what seemed like a lifetime ago.

But much like everything else that had once been, Andy had taken your waitressing–and all of your other jobs, too–away from you.

That had been one of his first demands once he decided you were his all those months ago.

“You’re mine now, honey,” he told you. “You belong to me, which means I will provide for you. Your days of waiting tables and taking temp jobs are over.”

Your smile dimmed at the recollection, your chest tightening as anxiety rose up within you.

Because you were breaking the rules. You were lying to Andy. You were hiding all of this from him.

But as much as he scared you, when your friend had reached out to you–one of the very, very few you still had left–and begged you to cover for her while she was out sick, you couldn’t say no.

You knew what it was like to be desperate for work, to work so hard and barely make ends meet.

On top of being ill, your friend was terrified of losing her job, so you had agreed to help her in a heartbeat.

It hadn’t been as difficult as you had feared it would be either. You realized that Andy’s security team didn’t really pay you much mind. You had your own small detail, but if you hid away in the bedroom or one of the many other rooms in Andy’s manor, and didn’t emerge for the rest of the day or night, they didn’t care.

It just meant less work for them.

You knew Andy tracked your phone, so you just left it behind each time you snuck out for a shift at your friend’s job.

You’d only done a few so far, and only had one more to go after this. Then she’d be back in action, and all of this would be over, and Andy would never know.

You were repeating those last four words in your head over and over again as you mindlessly made your way back toward the kitchen, so it was startling when you were suddenly grabbed by your wrist and swung around to meet a familiar face.

“Well, well, well, lookie at what I found,” Lloyd Hansen grinned at you in deviant glee.

Distantly, you felt a wash of relief that he wasn’t Andy, but when he loomed close, backing you into an empty table, you felt fear claw at you as you remembered your last encounter with him.

The knife he had so expertly wielded to keep you glued to his side, the bruises his harsh grip had left on you for weeks after.

Now, Lloyd eyed you up and down slowly, touching his tongue to his teeth as he blatantly eye fucked you before his blue gaze snapped back up to meet yours.

“I’m surprised Barber lets you work, doesn’t seem like something his gigantic ego would allow.”

You ignored his accurate observation, trying to hedge away from him as you whispered, “Excuse me, I need to get back to work.”

“Excuse me,” Lloy mimicked you meanly. “Christ, you’re just too fucking sweet for words, cupcake. Barber must have a field day with you and those good girl vibes.” Pressing flush against you, Lloyd purred, “If you’re this hard up for cash, I’d be more than happy to pay you for some non-waitressing activities.” His eyes glittered as he husked, “But you can wear this little getup. The tight black skirt is really doing it for me.”

You gasped as his hand touched your thigh, skimming up your black tights and teasing along the hem of your skirt.

Suddenly, a loud clatter sounded from across the dining room, raucous laughter erupting as a table of men who had clearly had too much to drink knocked a plate to the floor.

The moment Lloyd turned to see what the fuss was about, you darted away, not looking back once as you raced back to the kitchen to hide for as long as possible.

You were so shaken by your encounter with Lloyd, so worried that he would somehow get word back to Andy that he had seen you, that you took longer than usual to get ready for the club later that night.

There was something soothing about your routine of getting ready.

Even if the short, fitted dress Andy had set out for you was one you’d never pick for yourself. Even if the makeup he preferred on you made you feel like a stranger to yourself, you took your time donning it all in order to try to calm down.

And maybe, just maybe, a small part of you put in a little extra effort so that Andy would be pleased.

So he’d have no reason at all to doubt you.

To suspect anything.

To ever think that you were lying to him, even if it was over something so harmless.

You’re fine, everything is fine, you thought to yourself as you stepped foot in Andy’s club, wincing slightly at the loud music.

Even after all this time, you were still no more comfortable here than that very first night. The darkness, the loudness, the proximity to so many strangers - all of it just fed into the anxiety that was already buzzing through you.

So by the time you found Andy tucked away in his usual VIP section in the back corner of the club, you were sure the smile you aimed his way when he looked up at your arrival was as pained as it felt.

You kept it glued to your face anyway as you hovered at the end of the velvet loveseat where Andy perched. Your gaze nervously darted to the stranger sitting in the chair a few feet away from Andy.

He was broad and blonde, his goatee a blast from the past as his light blue eyes glanced over at you. Unlike many of the others Andy usually associated with, this man’s gaze was open and kind, his smile genuine as he shot you a little wave. “Hey!”

You gave him a small smile and wave, making sure your gaze didn’t linger on him and instead focusing it on Andy, as you knew was expected. “I can come back later?” you offered, knowing better than to interrupt his business dealings.

Andy seemed pleased by your offer and deference as he reached for you. “Honey, this is Jake Jensen,” he introduced, pulling you into his lap. “My new tech contractor. We were just finishing up a few things, so you arrived at the perfect time.”

Balancing a tablet on his knees, Jake tapped away, his gaze focused on the screen.

“How was your day?” Andy asked, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek.

“Nothing special,” you murmured, hoping Andy couldn’t feel the way your chest slightly hitched at the lie.

“Well I have the remedy for that,” Andy hummed.

He raised his free hand, and from his fingers dangled a beautiful bracelet. If the meticulous detailing and the way the drop diamond pendant glittered in the light was anything to go by, it was an expensive piece of jewelry.

You gasped, your wide gaze flickering from the stunning bracelet to Andy. “For me?”

“Only the best for my favorite good girl.”

You flinched at his words, because they were a reminder that you weren’t good at all, that you were lying, right to his face, and if he ever found out…

“Don’t you like it?”

The note of slight disappointment in Andy’s voice had you immediately snapping back to reality. You perked up, shaking your head as you rushed to assure him, “I love it, Andy, thank you so much! It’s gorgeous! I’m just surprised.”

“That was the point,” he winked at you.

He was gentle as he put the bracelet on you, his big fingers rearranging the dainty chain so it hung off your wrist perfectly. “Look at how pretty, just like you,” he purred. He kissed your cheek again, his words warming your skin as he husked, “It’s a pretty reminder of who you belong to, so don’t you ever take it off.”

Shuddering at his words–at the ownership of them, the warning–you swallowed, mustering a smile as you nodded at Andy, promising you wouldn’t take it off before softly thanking him again.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as your eyes flickered to Jake, who was still sitting close by and witnessing all of this, the way Andy so clearly enjoyed possessing you and flaunting it, like you weren’t your own person at all.

Jake’s brows were furrowed as he eyed your bracelet. Realizing you were watching him, he shifted his frown into a small smile before quickly looking away.

“I should probably head out,” he said as he closed the cover over his tablet and stood up.

“I’ll be in touch,” Andy said, not sparing Jake another look as the tech contractor rushed off. Instead, he sat back in his seat and pulled your back flush against his chest, focusing all of his attention on you. “Speaking of touch…”

You shivered at his purr, your eyes closing in resignation as Andy’s hand dropped to your bare thigh, his fingers sinking to the crease between your legs. Even though it was the last thing you wanted, you spread your legs a little wider for him, because despite sitting out in the open, surrounded by hundreds of strangers who could easily witness your vulnerability, you knew your submission to him was exactly what Andy wanted.

And he only confirmed that very thing when he smirked against your temple and cooed out a pleased, “Good girl.”

It was almost over.

You had less than an hour left in the last shift you were covering for your friend.

And then all of this sneaking around and lying and being an anxious wreck at the thought of getting caught would be done.

Initially, it had felt so good to help your friend, to do something good for someone else, to actually feel like a good, decent person again.

To feel like yourself again.

But you weren’t cut out for this type of rebellion, even if that wasn’t quite what it was.

You weren’t a liar, even if a small part of you tried to remind yourself that Andy didn’t deserve your honesty or loyalty.

So this was something you would never do again.

The constant state of panic just wasn’t worth it.

It was just better and easier–safer, too–to do exactly as Andy said, to be exactly who and what he wanted.

Because that’s really all you were now - Andy’s.

“Why the sour puss, cupcake?”

You pulled up short, freezing on the periphery of the restaurant floor, as your heart skipped a beat at the sound of Lloyd Hansen’s voice.

He smirked as he loomed over you, hands causally tucked into the pockets of his khakis. “Bet I could help turn that frown upside down.”

You grimaced, trying to quickly side step him, but Lloyd was quicker. He grabbed you around the waist, his embrace tight and impossible to escape as he yanked you against him.

“Oh, come on, if you can give it up for Barber, you can give it up for me. Just one night,” he leered at you. “I’ll even let you ride the stache, free of charge.”

“Please–” you started, and then shrieked when you were suddenly, and roughly, wrenched from Lloyd’s grip.

Andy stepped between you both, his handsome face twisted in fury as he cocked back his fist and punched Lloyd square in the face, the other man dropping to the floor with a pained hiss.

You watched in stunned, horrified silence as Andy grabbed Lloyd by the front of his jacket, hauled him back up to his feet, and then decked him all over again.

As Lloyd laid on the floor, writhing and choking on the blood that flooded from his broken nose, gasps and screams rose up throughout the restaurant at the unexpected, violent scene.

Covering your mouth with your hand, you could only stare at Andy in terror as he slowly rounded on you. His face was flushed with anger, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes dark and blazing as they trapped you in their steely gaze. You couldn’t help but try to cover yourself as he slowly eyed your waitress uniform, recoiling as he took a step forward.

“Andy, please let me explain–” you started, and then squeaked in fear–and pain–when Andy grabbed your bicep with a harsh grip and propelled you toward the exit.

“Not one fucking word out of your lying mouth,” he snarled against your ear.

Whimpering, you kept your frightened, tearful eyes aimed down–avoiding the stunned gazes of onlookers–as Andy shoved you through the front door and toward a dark SUV idling at the curb just outside.

The back passenger door was opened by Andy’s bodyguard, and Andy roughly shoved you into the backseat. You squealed in alarm as you found yourself sprawling across Jake’s lap, and he quickly scrambled further down the leather seat, his eyes wide and guilty as he met your distressed gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, glancing from Andy, who was quietly growling as he settled into the seat beside you, to your terrified face, and then at the bracelet hanging from your wrist.

You just blinked at him in confusion, following his gaze to your bracelet and then looking back at him. His eyes dropped to the tablet he was holding, and he tilted it your way so that you could see the screen, filled with a tracking app.

It took you a moment for everything to click. That the beautiful bracelet Andy had gifted you last week wasn’t just a pretty way to stake his claim, it was a tracker.

Because he had been suspicious of you.

Somehow, some way, he had known that you had been sneaking out, leaving your phone behind, lying to him.

It had happened.

The worst case scenario.

The thing you had feared most for the past few weeks.

Your head was still spinning with the reality of it all as Andy roughly pulled you into a sit, shoving you back against the seat between them with enough force to make you whimper.

“Andy, I’m sorry, please–” you started to apologize, but Andy lunged at you, harshly gripping your cheeks in his hand and cutting your words off as he smushed your lips together and had you choking on a scream.

“Hey, man–” Jake protested, but instantly went quiet as Andy aimed his ire his way.

“Mind your fucking business, Jensen, or I swear to god, I’ll put a fucking bullet in your head and call it a day.”

As Jake went quiet and cowered in his seat, Andy returned his attention to you. For a moment, he just sneered at you, his lips pulled back over his teeth as something dark and wild that you had never seen before gleamed in his eyes.

And then suddenly, his grip on your face eased, his gaze shuttering as his touch shifted until he was gripping your chin between his fingers and aiming your terrified gaze his way. After a beat, Andy spoke slowly–and so coldly–that it had a well of dread opening up inside you.

“Oh, you fucked up bad, honey. Now I just need to think of a punishment that fits the crime.”

😟😳 ::whispers:: I’m scared. Especially since I know what happens next. Pleeeease take a moment to hoe with me over this! I’d be forever grateful 🥺🙏🏻❤️

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sconnie-doesnt-know · 16 days ago

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I want that too 🤩😍

And no, I'm not just quoting you, I really just want this.

Hello sweet Aspen!

Just saw your reblog of the match alpha trope post, and I was wondering - and desperately hoping - that we might get to see more with Alpha Steve who accidentally triggered your heat? 🥺 Doesn’t have to be the same premise, I I just miss him and would love to hear more ❤️

Maybe their first real date? Maybe the coffee shop they always go to when they’ve been dating for a while? Maybe something both soft and smutty and delicious? Just like the first one 😌❤️

This isn't quite what you were describing, but... I think hopefully you'll still like this little glimpse of them again!

Not What I Planned At All

Characters/Pairings: Alpha!Avenger!Steve x curvy female!Agent Omega!Reader Word Count: 950

Content/Warnings: omegaverse dynamics; nudity

Notes: Sequel to Not Meant to Be Like This from my little blitz of Alpha April drabbles last spring. Part of my Valentine Storygrams.

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Five days later, the smell of tomatoes and basil and garlic pulls you from sleep, and your stomach growls happily. There’s also a lingering smell of alpha on you, in your room, in your nest.

If only said alpha were still here.

But you’ll think about that later. You don’t have enough brain capacity to devote to it right now. Coming out of heat, it’s always baseline needs first. Hunger. That’s what you need to address first.

Blessings and curses to whichever neighbor in your building was cooking Italian food because now you at least know what you want to eat. Usually when you came out of your heat, you were too voraciously hungry to figure out what to eat so you ate whatever you could scavenge - it’s why you usually stock your fridge and freezer with food before your heat, but you’d not properly prepared for this heat since you thought you’d be able to do that one quick mission and get home before your heat, only to have it triggered by being so close to Alpha Steve Rogers during said mission.

The alpha who'd gotten you through your heat, at least, even if he'd left after you were finally sated.

As you pad to the kitchen, you think - you hope - you do still have the pasta and pasta sauce in your pantry that you think are there.

And then you chirp in surprise, eyes widening as you take in the sight before you. Steve Rogers is standing in your kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and an apron. He's stirring a pot on the stove, the muscles in his back rippling with each movement. Next to it, a pan of rich, red tomato sauce simmers gently, filling the air with the mouthwatering aroma that woke you. The oven light is on, and you can see a tray of garlic bread warming inside.

Steve turns at your chirp of surprise, his blue eyes lighting up as they land on you. It's only then that you realize you're completely naked, your heat-addled brain having forgotten to put on clothes before leaving your bedroom. With a squeak of embarrassment, you dive for the soft blanket draped over the back of your couch, wrapping it around yourself like a cocoon.

A warm, tender laugh fills the kitchen as Steve watches your flustered attempt at modesty. "Good afternoon, Omega," he says, his voice amused but with no trace of meanness. "You know, after the past five days, I think we're well past the point of modesty, don't you think?"

You neck and face flush with heat, but you still clutch the blanket tighter around yourself. "I - I didn't expect you to still be here," you stammer, trying to gather your thoughts.

Steve frowns. "Where else would I be? I told you I wanted all your heats, remember?"

The memory of his words, whispered urgently in that cramped supply closet, floods back to you. Your knees go weak, and you have to lean against the doorframe for support.

"I thought maybe that was just the heat talking," you admit quietly.

Steve turns off the stove and crosses the kitchen in three long strides. He cups your face in his hands, his touch gentle but firm. "It wasn't just the heat, Omega. I meant every word."

Your breath catches in your throat as you gaze up at Steve, his intense blue eyes boring into yours. The blanket slips from your grasp, pooling at your feet, but you barely notice. All you can focus on is the warmth of his hands on your face and the sincerity in his expression.

"I've wanted you for a long time," Steve confesses, his voice low and husky. "That mission... being in such close quarters with you... it just brought everything to the surface. I couldn't hold back anymore."

You swallow hard, your mind reeling. "But... why didn't you say anything before?"

Steve's thumbs caress your cheeks gently. "I wanted to do things right. Court you properly, like I said before. But then your heat hit, and all my plans went out the window." He chuckles softly. "Not that I'm complaining about how things turned out."

You can't help but smile, warmth blooming in your chest. "I'm not complaining either," you admit softly.

Steve's eyes darken with desire, and he leans in, his lips brushing against yours. "Good," he murmurs, before capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

You melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls you flush against his body. The kiss is different from the frenzied, heat-driven ones you shared over the past few days. This one is slow, tender, full of promise.

When you finally break apart, both breathless, Steve rests his forehead against yours. "I meant what I said about wanting all your heats," he says softly. "But I want more than that. I want all of you, Omega. Every day, not just during your heats."

Your heart soars at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest that has nothing to do with your recent heat. "I want that too, Alpha," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

Steve's answering smile is radiant, lighting up his entire face. He leans in to kiss you again, but just as his lips are about to meet yours, your stomach lets out a loud, insistent growl.

You both freeze for a moment, then burst into laughter. Steve pulls back, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I think that's our cue to eat," he says, chuckling. "Come on, let's get some food in you."

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