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basicinstnct · 11 months

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fairytale / leon kennedy

word count: 3323

tags: possessive behavior, abo dynamics, rut/heat cycles, knotting, breeding, hints at yandere, mentions of rape and abuse, alcohol, hazing, smut, fake dating, intimidation

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summary: you and leon happen to be in the same training squadron. further events pull you even closer.

When you’re told alphas, betas, and omegas train indiscriminately, you wonder whether they’re toughening you up or throwing you to the wolves. But you don’t falter, like you maybe think you should. Ignoring your instincts is something you’ve had to learn, because most of the time they just tell you to run.

They at least do you the favor of rooming you with another omega, one of the few others in your camp. Mostly the training squad consists of alphas, not even closely followed by betas, and both those populations dwarf yours. Nothing close to what it’s like if you walk down the street.

You quickly learn the ropes, courtesy of said roommate, and there’s plenty to know. Don’t go off alone with any alphas. Keep your scent blockers on, maybe even double up. Basically, keep your fucking head down and know your place, but sometimes things feel so tough that you wonder why they put you you here at all.

“And if all that isn’t enough to scare you,” she says after she’s given you the lay of the land, “just watch what happens to the ones who aren’t as smart.”

…

Her words prove true just a few days later. It’s the weekend, and there’s a kickback a few miles off base. You don’t know whose house it is, or even whose party, but a chance to unwind is worth all of that stupidity. Even your roommate agrees.

“Be cautious, yes,” she’d said, eyes locked on her own as she applied her mascara, “but social ostracization isn’t great either.”

When you’re handed a drink, you’re told to keep an eye on it. Not that she needed to say so, but there’s a weird sense of irony keeping your guard up among people you sweat and bleed with every day.

Some of the other cadets are determined to get as fucked as possible, so before midnight hits there’s a drinking game taking place in the middle of the living room. It’s mostly organized by two alphas you recognize to be pretty important in your squadron. In between them is a girl, an omega. Both of the boys have one arm on her, a strong suggestion.

You can’t imagine what they’d smell like that close. It must be suffocating.

“Does this happen often?” You ask your roommate.

“All the time,” she says.

There’s some chatter to explain the stupid rules, beers and sodas and liquors are put in cups, and then it begins. The drinks are thrown back like water, and you can’t help but notice how many of them go down the throat of the young omega, whose face is getting redder and redder as she tries to keep up with people two times her size.

Despite her effort, she still loses the game. Nobody objects as they put her into position for her punishment, an extended keg stand. The handstand drains all color to her face, even as the beer begins to spill from her cheeks, down her face to fall towards the floor. And when it’s over, it’s no surprise that she pukes everything back up.

What is surprising is that when she’s done, they just leave her there, in her vomit. You’re smart enough not to do anything; you’re as bad as everyone else. It’s a smart way to assert dominance in an overarching way. You’re aware that this could easily be you, next weekend or the weekend after that. Your second gender makes it so easy to fall prey to almost anything.

Later on, like everyone else, you watch in silence as the omega runs out the door, until she’s entirely out of view and you can’t hear her cry anymore. You have a strong feeling you won’t be seeing her again. 8 out of every 10 dropouts are omegas, or at least, that’s what they say.

The party doesn’t go on for long after that, the mood tanked by the lingering smell of vomit and pheromones of distress. You end up catching a ride with an older cadet, who your roommate sits across from. When you open the door to get in the backseat you’re a little surprised to see the back of a man’s blond’s head.

You quickly recognize him from training: Leon, an alpha. You also quickly recognize that you don’t know much about him other than that. It isn’t quite obvious that he’d be an alpha either, at least to you.

He doesn’t say anything, other than a noncommittal grunt, but you’re not offended. As much as he tries to mask it, you can smell that he’s somewhat distressed. The alpha behind the wheel must be able to tell too, as he rolls down the windows once you’re on the open road.

“See,” your roommate yells at you over the sound of the wind, before taking another sip of warm beer, “I told you so. Everything I said… the rules…”

“You did,” you reply, but you’re fixed on Leon’s expression. You can’t get the troubledness of it out of your mind. You want to fix it, desperately.

…

Even following all the rules, it doesn’t take long for trouble to find you.

A lot of people hate your Major Krauser, but in particular you hate the way he sounds. An alpha, naturally he has no issue throwing his weight or his power or anything else in his arsenal. He’s got commanding blood running through his body, apparent in his voice when he speaks, but it’s never been aimed at you before, not like this, not at you.

“Do I have to say it again, omega?” You swear you can feel the spittle. “My office, ten minutes.”

It’s not unusual for commanding officers to request the presence of subordinates, but there have been rumors surrounding Krauser that don’t exactly have you wanting to be alone with him. Talk of him requesting favors, forced affection, omegas coming back to the barracks on shaky legs.

You know what a visit to his office means, and you’d rather be a willing lamb to the slaughter than embarrass yourself by fighting.

The corridor to Krauser’s is endless, almost comically so. It feels like fate is a door away, but the feeling seems to disappear as you hear a grunt from a couple yards away. A sound you swear isn’t new to you.

“Krauser, sir.” It’s Leon. Looking at him, hearing him, makes it finally register. He’s an alpha, no different than Krauser.

“Yes, Kennedy?” He seems to be amused, and even with just a throwaway glance you realize something that has your stomach curdling. You’re kind of expected to keep your mouth shut.

Leon’s eyes glance at you, and you find that you understand exactly what he’s trying to do.

Krauser’s buying whatever Leon’s doing. He looks between the two of you, brow arching slightly. “Oh,” he drags out. “I see. She’s yours.” The venom on the last word pulls a shake out of you.

You can feel the sweat on your temples, and your hands twitch with the urge to wipe it away. You bet you look pathetic. You’ve got someone looking out for you and you can’t even speak up to confirm his story.

Krauser tilts his head like he’s pondering fucking Leon over and just taking you anyway. “Have her then, if she’s really yours,” he says finally, suddenly bored with the whole situation like he wasn’t about to knot you over a desk. He gives you a firm pat on the shoulder before shoving you in Kennedy’s direction.

You can’t deny that walking over to Leon feels like crossing a bridge to a better place. Just by the smell of him.

“You should probably let me… y’know, scent you from now on.” Leon says later, when you’re alone. He sounds like he’s asking, but there’s something that in his eyes, intense, determined. It’s in his smell too… Does protection have a smell?

You agree without much argument. It feels right. And some part of you is happy to have someone looking after you. When he moves to touch you you can feel it lighting up, synapses in your brain, and when he lets you go you find you feel a bit woozy. You wonder if he feels it too, this gravitational pull.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says, and you agree. It must be the best option.

…

You’ve never been to the rut barracks before, and they certainly don’t have anything like that for you, but when the officer told you he was in rut, and asked if you wanted to do anything about it, you felt obligated. His tone was crooked when he said it, when he teased you about your “nice little relationship, your fairytale.” Did everyone know? He wanted to keep you protected, but how much did he say?

He’s told you stories about how hard training was, that in the beginning it was nothing he would have been able to even dream of before Raccoon City.

Knowing you has helped, you’ll remember the warmth that spread through your body at those words forever, but you try not to think about it too much, because you don’t remember talking to Leon all that much during his early out of training, at all really until he started pretending like you were his.

When you open the door, you can almost feel the heat of Leon’s lust. He’s awake despite the time, in a lounge chair he’s put in the corner in the room. You can tell he’s been sitting in it for hours. Muscled hands cling to the armrests like they’re a lifeline. His eyes are glazed, obviously from the rut, and he makes no attempt to hide the obvious boner he’s sporting. The sight of him like this distracts you from any hesitation you had before, from anything outside the room.

You take just one step, and his eyes lock onto yours impossibly fast. His spine shifts, and he looks somewhat like he does when he’s ready for combat. Leon tries to speak first, but you’re holding your hand up to stop him from getting a word in.

“Shhh,” you feel yourself purr, like you’re approaching a feral animal, which might as well be true. “I know you don’t feel good,” you tell him, “but I can make you feel better. You know I can.”

Your ears feel like they’re underwater but can make out that he’s protesting. He’s saying something about not wanting you to get hurt but you know deep down you won’t feel bad about it, about doing this with him. You have to force his walls away, so you do your best to put out a disarming smell.

“Leon,” you say, holding out your hand.

“You came,” he gasps. He’s warm around you, and his face in your neck feels natural (or maybe more like instinct). He’s trying to be careful with you, barely even moving, but you want him closer. You know he wants to be closer. You wrap your arms around him, and for once allow yourself to really feel his body.

Leon’s form is strong, and this isn’t really much of a surprise to you, but touching it is something else: a different way to know his strength. You drag your hands across every muscle and you know you’ll remember the warmth that spreads through your body for a long time. You feel him sigh, deeply, before his hands grip you a bit tighter and pull you more towards him. “This is ok?” He’s suddenly asking, with a raw voice. But you get the feeling he won’t be asking for long.

“You came to take care of me?” He’s asking, but his eyes are so lidded they seem closed, and his nostrils are flaring like crazy. He’s so worked up, and you haven’t even been with him for five minutes.

You mutter back a shy affirmation, and just to really drive, you pull at his belt. The shudder that goes through him is a reward all its own.

“Ohhh?” He’s almost all over you instantly. He’s warm around you, and his face in your neck feels natural (or maybe more like instinct). He’s still him, still so careful with you, but you want him closer. You bet he always wants to be closer. You wrap your arms around him, and for once allow yourself to really feel his body, like he makes you do when you’re under him.

Leon’s form is strong, and this isn’t really much of a surprise to you, but touching it is something else: a different way to know his strength. You drag your hands across every muscle.

Meanwhile, he’s panting, almost to the point where you can feel his wet saliva. And he’s slurring something you can’t understand, and until two huge hands cup your face and put your forehead to his.

“Ohhh,” he moans shamelessly. “Where are your blockers? I-I’ve never… I always knew you were—but I never got to smell you. But you took them off now, huh? Did you do it for me?”

His pupils are so black, the ice blue ring around them half as piercing, but worse than that is his cock you can feel pressed up against your stomach, almost letting you know how bad he’ll stretch you, before he even gets his knot in. It’s getting you wet, needy.

“Yess,” you hiss as you feel his incisors draw lines down your neck, “for youuuu.”

“You’re gonna let me take care of you? Let me give you my knot, huh?” His words make you buzz. You feel like you’re going to fall into something you can’t get out of.

“I wanna take it, I will,” you’re murmuring like you have a fever. It occurs to you: it’s a strong possibility that his rut will trigger your heat. But that doesn’t seem so bad.

“I heard he was taking you,” Leon’s saying, teeth gritted with the effort not to snarl. You realize the he in question is Krauser, that he’s talking about that day. “I couldn’t let him. Didn’t want him to have you. And he won’t. I’ll take care of you, you’re mine.”

His scent is so strong you feel sick on it. Even when you’ve been with other people you could always smell yourself, but he’s wiped you out.

“How’d you know?” Leon asks, with what seems like his last grain of sanity.

“They told me.”

He laughs but there’s a pain in it, “‘course they did.” He pulls gently at you, leading you towards the bed he’s so far left untouched.

You can tell he wants you badly but he’s trying to be gentle. It crosses your mind to give yourself up to him completely, tell Leon he can do whatever he wants with you. But you aren’t quite sure how that’ll turn out with him so turnt up like this. You still have your guard up, but there’s a part of you that lives to serve.

You do so by ridding him of his clothes, his vest and his cargo pants, and then his briefs, where you can see his cock, leaking and throbbing. You can see hints of the knot he’s gonna make you take.

The sheets are engulfed in his smell. You find out as your body sinks into them with Leon’s weight over you. His eyes seemingly follow every part of you at once. His hands grab at you, at your ass and hips. Before long, he’s undressed you as well.

“Just take me,” you tell him, “I can handle it. I know you need me.” You hope he can feel how you ache for him in return.

Leon hums to himself, but doesn’t obey your request. Instead his fingers prod over to your opening and he moves them through the slick of you. He doesn’t dip them in, and seems content to just play with you, get you even wetter, even with his dick weeping pre onto your thigh. He lets you stir in his arms until you start to beg.

“Leon,” you say, for both of your sake’s, “please.”

“Wait,” he hisses, “just give me a second. You smell so good I could…” he trails off, like he’s not supposed to say it, but you’re not interested in should or shouldn'ts. You need his knot.

“Please,” you beg again, not even aware you’re baring your neck.

Blue eyes lock onto yours for confirmation, and when he finds it he slides his dick in slowly, maybe less so you can get used to it and more so he can see you shake and writhe as you feel just how deep he goes. Without preparing you you’d think it’d feel worse, but you must just want it that badly.

“God, your pussy feels so good,” he says into your ear, when he’s worked himself all the way in. You can feel his balls as he rocks his hips against you before he begins to fuck you. You welcome every part of him, his lips on yours, his hands, and you can feel the base of him getting thicker.

“Can I have it,” you’re shocked at the sound of your whining, “your knot?”

He huffs, “no.”

“What? Why?” You’re desperate for him. He’s warming you from the inside out and he smells so good when he’s close and you feel like you were nothing before this, like the memories of before he made you his will slip away when he makes you come.

“Because,” he gasps as he goes deeper, like he’s shocked it can even feel any better, “I wanna feel you come, please. What do you need? You need it harder?”

Rather than wait for your answer he just tries it, gripping your hips just to pull you back into his cock. Using you because he’s strong enough and you’re letting him and he can. Something in that makes your brain fuzzy, makes you clench around his cock until he’s growling into your neck, giving it to you even harder.

It works, it does make you come, but you still feel needy. You pull Leon closer into all you can feel is him. Your’s mouth’s to his ear.

“Give me it,” you whine. “I know you’re close. I want it.”

“Yeah,” he says like he’s realizing it too. That he’s getting too thick there to keep fucking you like this. “Please, say you want it again.”

“Please,” you cry, “Leon, knot me, please. It’s too much if you don’t.”

He looks at you for a long moment before licking every one of your tears away. Then he fucks you he feels it.

All of you seems to soften when Leon gets caught in your pussy and comes. You can feel him filling you up, warming you from the inside out. Even better than that is the pleasure on his face. His teeth are clenched. You wonder if he’s grinding them so they don’t end up in your neck.

He cuddles you until his knot goes down, and then he bathes you (you didn’t even know there was a full on bathroom), dries you, redresses you. His cock leaks the entire time, but he ignores it in favor of you. You’re scared to say anything about it. You love the way he looks after you.

Later in bed though, you can’t help but ask him. “Why?” you say without naming anything explicitly.

“It feels natural,” Leon says, and you can tell he’s thought about it. “Feels good to give you what you need.” In all this misery it must feel good for him to save someone, rescue someone, and that someone is you.

“And you know what that is?” You can’t help but ponder. It feels uncharacteristic to say, but it also feels like the last chance for either of you to turn back from whatever this is.

“I have to,” it’s the voice of your alpha replying.

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bigassmoonchild · 7 months

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Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: He's gone. He's gone and all he's left you with is this god damned pup, but god forbid you're allowed more than a month of peace. You never wanted to see this.

Content Tags: Mentions of Death, Pregnancy, The 141 Being A Pack, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Hurt/Some Comfort, Mentions of Violence, Medical Inaccuracies, Fear, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No Use of Y/N

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A knock on your door brought you out of your stupor. You'd been half asleep, having finally been able to get some rest after throwing up half of your dinner from the night before.

It was barely 5, so theoretically no one should really be bothering you. Gaz had your squadron to do some combat situations, and he knew exactly what to do with them. They were especially feisty.

When you'd opened it, you weren't entirely sure what to expect. Maybe Simon? Or Soap, or Price? Maybe Gaz?

Definitely not the officer standing at your door, holding a few items. Neither of you spoke for a few moments, just staring at one another. He didn't seem to expect you, and you were just scared. You felt your heart sinking into your stomach.

He spoke your name to you and you nodded, feeling like you were staring through him. "I'm so sorry," and from there you didn't remember anything. Just a few words, the handing over of the few items of his they recovered before another apology.

You closed the door, staring at the dog tags sitting in your hands. You read his name, written on the dirty tag. When you took it into the bathroom and washed it, you felt the metal warm up like you'd just taken it off of Simon.

Waking up the next morning left you feeling hungover. Head throbbing, mouth dry and just feeling sick overall. You weren't sure of anything over the next few days, moving like you were a puppet being controlled.

There weren't any tears, there wasn't anything. You didn't feel anything. You avoided the pack- his pack. Staying away from the main areas they'd go, you found yourself staying within the medical areas, your office and your room. You ignored everyone outside of your squad.

So when there was a knock on the door, you hadn't thought twice of calling the person in. You and Sadie, one of the two Omegas you were training, had been talking and slowly becoming what you almost considered a friend.

"You can't keep hiding from us," Price said to you and you froze. Your chest seized, eyes shutting harshly. You didn't want to even think. "You've got his dog tags on," he whispered, rounding your desk and standing beside you.

It took a few weeks, but you had eventually cleared Price to walk without assistance. And he was abusing his ability to slowly get back to normal.

A sob tore through your chest and you felt everything hit you. Anger, for Simon doing this to you. Sadness, how you realized all you had left was the pup. You didn't want to believe he was gone, but he was. The tags around your neck proved it.

Price pulled you in close, resting his head atop yours as you wailed. You could feel the tears and snot, maybe drool coating his shirt as you grasped onto him. Hoping that he would be able to fix everything. He was the pack Alpha, he was supposed to know what to do.

Rocking you a little, just slightly side to side, he hummed against you. Allowing you to cry everything out, feeling as you slowly grew limp. The wails turned to sobs, sobs turned to hiccups before it was just shaky breaths. All you could think the entire time was 'he's actually gone'.

Pulling your face away from his chest, he gave you a small smile. "He's only assumed KIA," he whispered and you blinked at him. "We never got a body," he told you. You tugged your head free of him, could feel your eyelashes sticking uncomfortably together.

"He might not be dead?"

"Don't get your hopes up, kid," he gave you a little pat on the head. "Don't allow yourself to wallow in pity, let us take some of the pain off of you. We lost a packmate, just as you lost a mate," he whispered and let himself out.

All you could do was sit in your office, blinking slowly and feeling nothing at all. You didn't think it was possible to feel nothing after losing someone, but the little hope Price had given you felt like nothing at all.

They couldn't recover his dog tags without a body, could they?

As time wore on, and they were slowly losing hope on finding Simon, you eventually broke the news. You'd called the pack into Price's office, feeling it was best to break it there. Somewhere he could control reactions as best as possible.

When Gaz finally entered, closing the door behind him you looked at the three around you. You breathed deeply, completely unsure how to go about any of this.

"I'm pregnant," well, that's how you broke it to them. It wasn't how you were expecting it, but that's how it happened. None of them said anything, they all just stared at you.

Soap was the first to respond, pulling you into him and pressing his head against your abdomen. "Really?" He'd whispered and you nodded, wrapping your arms around him as best you could.

You all stayed quiet, it felt like you were both grieving the loss of Simon but hoping the best for the pup you were going to be responsible for.

And they made sure to help. Price would help you during the nights when you felt the worst. The loneliest. He had claimed to be responsible, 'I'm the pack leader after all'.

Gaz dragged you out of your nest, forcing you to go for walks with him or eat with everyone else in the mess hall. He would come by every so often, just to check up on you or interact with you. 'Givin' you a little bit less monotony, huh?' You enjoyed when he came by, it made you a little less lonely.

Even with everything that everyone did, Soap seemed to grow the closest with you. He'd insisted on joining you when you'd gone to the doctor to be able to get vitamins and other medications. He insisted on making sure you didn't have to be alone in the mornings after Price had left to deal with Captain stuff, helping you through the sickness.

You just wanted Simon. As much as you appreciated everything they were doing, they weren't Simon. You had been able to get into his room one night, after the fourth week of him being missing. It took you this long before you could get yourself to enter his room.

When you did, you had to choke back tears. His scent wafted over you, just slightly becoming stale but still there. His bed was made, pristine as ever, and you found yourself building a nest slowly.

In his closet, you'd buried yourself in layers of his blankets and clothes. Shirts and hoodies, some left unwashed being the closest you could get to his fresh scent.

All you wanted was to be alone. For once, you didn't want anyone near you, you didn't want to talk to anyone. Being snappier to people seemed like the way to get them to leave you alone. Stay colder with people.

No different than Simon, you figured. Not too much different than how he would perform, if it had been you. How similar to him were you becoming? Pushing people away, going through shit on your own? Not talking?

So you filled your time with work. You didn't give yourself much time to sleep, barely enough time to eat and take care of yourself. You didn't want to think, and you didn't allow Gaz to pull you away. No matter how hard he tried.

A few days latter, you'd been working on helping one of the recruits patch up a simple wound in the medical center. Your squad had finally graduated to helping there, and so you'd been using them to help. When you'd cleaned your hands of the blood that caught on them, you saw Price standing by the front desk.

Venturing over to him, checking in with some of your squad to make sure they were alright, you found him looking through papers. Files. You recognized one of the names, Sadie.

"What's that?"

"Is there anyone you recommend for a reconnaissance mission, Doc?"

Once more, you were sitting on the chopper. Soap had to sit this out, as his stitches still hadn't quite healed up from the emergency surgery. So there was one more spot open for you to join, and you had opted for Prices choice of your squad.

Sadie 'Trip' Thomason. She had been lovingly given the callsign Trip because of her first attempt at running a course. She ate complete shit, and continued to somehow trip every single course. Even ones that were on level ground.

You loved the kid, but she was a klutz. So you joined on the mission, nor wanting her to be alone for her first one. She wasn't much different from you.

As the chopper landed, you were surprised by the fact you weren't taking fire. They had decided to use a shit ton of people for this mission, so whoever they were rescuing was important. Yourself, Trip, and another squad leader and one of their people had joined.

Enough medics to perform a surgery.

You and Trip stayed behind, prepping an area for emergency medical attention. It was mostly because you were pregnant, but you were one of the most skilled medics they'd had.

"Hey Doc, you wanna know something?" Gaz called through the coms. You hummed in response, moving quickly through the chopper. "My boyfriend left me because I was too mysterious. Or did he?" You snorted at that, feeling your chest tighten just a little.

You knew of Simons whole dark and dad joke schtick. You never really got to hear it, but he sometimes said them to you. During lunches and dinners with you. Before everything fucked up.

"Did the lieutenant rub off on you, Gaz?" You'd asked back and he made a little jab at you, snickering about how dirty it sounded. God, you'd hit him if you could.

Trip had nudged you, wiggling her eyebrows at you at that.

"You and the lieutenant have something going on, then?" You rolled your eyes, trying to bite back the tears that were trying to force themselves from your eyes.

Looking over at her, you gave a little smile. "He's my mate," she gave a little gasp, nudging you even more. You shook your head. "He's assumed KIA, though," you whispered, glancing out to the dark tree line. You were wondering who it was that took this much manpower to bring home.

There wasn't a shot in hell you were going to get your hopes up and think it was Simon. No chance. In the time you'd been thinking, Trip had finished off prepping for quick medical attention and you'd come back to.

You started to prep for possible surgery when gunshots began echoing around you. "Prep the chopper for liftoff!" Gaz shouted through the coms and you checked the pilot to make sure he'd heard but watched as he began pressing buttons.

The ground quaked under you as it began preparing to lift, your supplies starting to shake and nearly fly off. Trip fell trying to save items and you had to shout at her to leave them over the chopper blades.

"But we need them!" You shook your head, gesturing around you.

"We're about to take off, we have enough backup supplies to replace them! It'll take too long to collect them, they're not too sanitary anymore!" You shouted back, grabbing her vest and strapping her in to the helicopter. "Do not fall!" You shouted, tugging on the rope keeping her set.

She nodded and began to try and reset the area, only bringing out the items that could be held down or were heavy enough to hold themselves down. Glancing out, you could see figured running towards the chopper, one thrashing around.

"We've got a feral Alpha, Doc! We need to sedate him!" You watched as four people dragged the Alpha closer, hear the snarls he was letting out. Leather. Tobacco, heavy musk and sweat. Your heart started pounding harder and harder, vision tunneling.

Shaking your head, you stumbled back into the chopper. "You can't sedate a feral Alpha," you whispered into the coms, watching as the man you called your Mate tried to fight off the men dragging him onto the chopper.

They'd found rope and tied his arms together. All you could do was stare, see the man you loved brought down into ferality. It was different than a feral rut, the amount of androstenone filling him was lethal. His body was in a state of fight or flight, so there was no chance it could turn into a rut.

He was fighting.

With one step forward he snarled at you, eyes blown black from his pupils. His scent was different, just barely, but you couldn't work on him in this condition. You could feel yourself panicking, staring at Simon but not quite Simon. Gaz came around, tugging you away from the man lying tied on the floor of the chopper.

"Talk me through it," he whispered. "Why's he feral?" You blinked up at Gaz, swallowing as your mind reeled.

Looking to the side, you could see Trip sneaking glances at you. "Androstenone," you whispered. "He's got too much of it in him, but he's in fight or flight so instead of being in a feral rut, he's just feral," you whispered.

"And how do we help him?"

"I don't know," you whispered.

Back on base, Price had found you. You didn't even want to look at him, not with how he'd lied about what the mission was. It wasn't just a reconnaissance mission, you were quite literally sent to rescue your mate.

He was put in a high secure containment cell. He was literally knocked out to be checked out, a few different medics and highly esteemed surgeons being called in to do emergency surgeries. Emergency blood transfusions. It seemed like everyone on base was trying to help, offering their blood to the man.

All you could do was sit in his room, playing with the dog tags that you'd put around your neck some months ago. Between the time they'd rescued Simon from the time your test had been, it was around two months.

God, you were two months along with his pup and he didn't even know it. Would he recognize you? Your scent? Or had it changed with the new hormones that had flooded your body.

You were terrified, wanting nothing more than to have Simon in your nest, hold him close and never let him leave again. But that's not how the real world worked and you had to get back to work.

The next few days you were extremely distracted. "I asked for more pain meds," one of the patients told you.

"No, you didn't," you said and they looked at you lost. You blinked slowly, trying to process what they'd actually said. Can I get more pain meds? "Sorry," you whispered and turned around, calling for one of your trainees and having them give him for pain meds.

It continued like that for a while. You answered phone calls from people just asking some basic questions about whether they should or should not come in to the center for. Sometimes you'd hung up on people instead of putting them on hold, sometimes you just said words that combined and had to repeat yourself three times.

There was a sudden influx of people for a short while, and each of them had been clawed or bitten by something. Someone?

It took a little while, but Price had eventually found you. "Lot of people being attacked, huh?" You blinked at him.

"What's happening?"

"They're trying to figure out how to bring Simon out of the feral mindset he's in," he whispered, looking away. You looked at him, not being able to say anything. "We need your help,"

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downbadf0rficppl · 3 months

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always been you

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Summary: Miscommunications happen. Less so when you work in communications, but they happen.

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: Slight blood warning, a smidge of angst, and a handful of smut :)

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Home meant different things to different people. To some, it meant green rolling hills and the sound of wild animals running through the forests, some hunting, some hiding. To some, it looked more like the cold cityscapes of somewhere like Corellia or Daiyu - where day could be night and night could be day because the city never slept. More like the planet never slept.

To you, home meant a dark room in the back of the compound on D'Qar, where you sat for hours on end. It meant the whirring of plane engines and the whooshing of blast doors. It meant ration meals and celebrating when there were enough jogan fruits in season to make jogan fruitcake. It meant the constant fear that someone you loved may not come home.

You had grown up on Dantooine, maintaining the old rebel base there with your father - an ex-pilot with the rebellion. He'd taught you all about the world of space flight and you'd decided early on that maybe you preferred the ground. Oh, the irony.

At 19, you moved to Coruscant - under no threat from enemies, the base on Dantooine was not needed. You moved away to find a job that could give a life of comfort. Maybe you just needed some excitement in your life that didn't involve exploding wires or stealing your dad's glasses.

When General Organa started recruiting for the resistance, you were one of the first ones there. You distanced yourself from your father's legacy, not wanting the pressure of being someone's someone to be held over your head.

You settled into the anonymity of comms comfortably, making decent friends with your co-workers.

Days came and went working for the resistance. Soon enough, you'd been for a year, and then 2, and then it had been so long since you'd left Dantooine that you could barely remember what your life was like there.

The cantina was empty when you walked in. To your knowledge, black and blue squadrons were out on a field mission, but no one else was in sight. You walked around the base, looking for any signs of life. Dear Maker, had they all evacuated and forgotten about you.

You walked over to the med wing, hoping to see someone. And you saw, well, everyone. Apparently, half of those on base had come down with food poisoning. Wonderful.

You were called in to speak with General Organa, who assigned you double and triple shifts, considering you were the only one of 6 comms officers who hadn't come down with food poisoning. Wonderful.

You had spent all day, without rest, in comms, checking data logs for gold squadron, assisting in decoding transmission, and helping base mechanics with routine repairs. Essentially a normal day in the office, but six-fold the responsibilities. You went to bed, with your head swimming with responsibilities for the next day - hopefully, someone would be able to help you.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm blaring loudly. You groggily headed to the cantina for a cup of Caf before heading back to comms.

You picked some undecoded transmissions, before starting on some reports for General Organa. You barely had enough time to stop for a meal, grabbing the first thing you could see before heading back to comms.

Black and Blue squadron were currently MIA. They had radioed in earlier in the morning saying they were ok without radio connection while there was a shortage of comms officers. Still, it didn't mean you weren't worried about them.

"Black Leader to Base, come in."

You scrambled over to your headset and plugged it into the system, "Alpha 4 to Black Leader, you're a go for Base. What seems to be the problem?"

"We're running low on fuel, any republic supporters in the outer rim?" Poe's voice came through as you tried to lock on to his location.

"Where you are, the chances are slim, Black Leader." You sighed, as his location pops up on the screen. He was so far in the Outer Rim, where so many remained Empire supporters. Even with many ports on neighbouring planets, there were few ways that they could make it out of them safely.

You had an idea. "Black Leader, can you make a single jump."

"Just about."

"I'll send the coordinates, get ready to jump."

While Black and Blue Squadron jumped, you connected another line.

"Hi, dad."

"Hi, sweetheart." Your father's tired voice rang through the headset, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, dad-"

"It's ok, sweetheart. What do you need?"

"I have 2 squadrons that need fuel. Any chance you could help?"

"Of course, sweetheart. In fact, I've just seen them enter the atmosphere."

"Thanks, dad. Love you."

"I love you too."

Your dad cut the line to go and help the pilots. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You always felt guilty asking your father for help. He never quite knew how to say no.

You stayed up well into the early hours of the morning, signing off paperwork and compiling mission reports for Captain Dameron and Captain Wexley to sign off on.

In fact, you had worked so late that you heard Black and Blue Squadron's land the next morning. You heard them raucously walk through the halls to the cantina. You sighed. A small break wouldn't do any harm, right?

Wrong. As soon as you got up, a beeping from your headset rang through the room. General Holdo needed some data to do with her mission, so you were back to sifting through mission reports to send her what she needed.

By the time, you had signed off with her, Jak (one of your fellow comms officers) strolled into comms.

He ruffled your hair affectionately, "You're a legend, four."

You had known Jak since your days on Coruscant. You had shared an apartment when you were new to the city and he really showed you the ropes. You probably wouldn't be as trusted by the resistance as you were, had it not been for Jak.

"How are you feeling?" You asked, eyes still trained on the screen.

"I'm fine." He settled down next to you, grabbing a headset, "You, on the other hand, have seen better days. Maker, have you even looked at yourself in the mirror!"

You punched him in the arm, "My name's not Captain I-cannot-survive-without-my-mirrors Dameron." He feigned an injury, falling onto the floor and hollering in pain. The delirium of sleep deprivation was getting you, as you doubled over in fits of giggles, tears streaming down your face.

In fact, you were laughing so hard, you didn't even hear Captain Dameron walk in.

"What's so funny?" He said, walking in and clapping Jak on the back. The two of you looked at each other, and burst into more fits of giggles. "You know what, I'm just not going to ask." Jak handed him the stack of papers that you had left for him to sign off.

Dameron walked out with the sheets, and you stood up to stretch your back. "You should get some food in you," Jak nods towards the Cantina, "I can hold the fort down until you get back."

The cantina is practically empty when you walk in, and you grab a sandwich before heading back to comms. What greets you is a relieving sight. Two of the other comms officers have returned to comms.

"You look rough," Drex said, nursing a healing tonic from med bay. Clearly, they were still suffering the after-effects of the food poisoning.

"So, I've been told," you elbowed Jak in the ribs as he laughed heartily. You sat down and returned to the paperwork you had left behind. A connection came in, which Jak responded to immediately.

After a beat, he beckoned you over, handing you the headset, "It's your favourite. Captain Dameron."

You let out a huff, before putting the headset on. You sat down.

"Alpha 4 for Black Leader, you're a go."

"Well, hello, my new favourite comms officer. How are you on this fine morning?" He said, smugness colouring his tone as he prepared to take off.

"I hope you aren't trying to flirt with me, Poe?" You smirked through your question.

"Oh, I am. I most definitely am." Poe laughed.

"How unfortunate for you." Poe laughed again.

You led him through his routine surveillance trip, making funny quips throughout. Poe responds almost exclusively through chortles and guffaws.

"How come I've never actually spoken to you on base?"

"I don't know, maybe because you've always got one of those pretty girls on your arm?"

"Oh, you're real pretty, Alpha 4, just gotta give me a chance, hun." Poe thought you were pretty.

You laugh again, "In your dreams, Captain."

There was a beat of silence, before Poe piped up, "someone special at home?" You swallow guiltily.

Ever since you first met Poe, you had been head over heels in love with him. Sure he was good-looking, and his reputation in the bedroom preceded him, but beyond that, he was charming, funny, and he cared. About everyone. Not just his superiors, or his friends, but even stupid kids who had no idea what they were doing when they landed on base.

You thought of his face, his beautifully warm brown eyes, his stupidly floppy hair, "Yeah, someone real special. I'm just hoping he'll give me a chance back on base."

"He'd be stupid not to."

"You're just saying that."

"I mean it, 4, he'd have to be blind to not see what a catch you are." You can tell by Poe's tone that he is being genuine.

"Thanks, Poe, you're clear to return to base. See on the other side."

You hear Poe land as you head back to your room. He calls your name as he is walking.

"Hey, 4, wait up!" You wait patiently as he, and BB8, catch up to you. "About this guy."

"Poe, let it go."

"I'm serious, 4. I can help you get that date."

"No, I mean it, Poe. Let it go. You can't help me here." You stare straight into his eyes. Big mistake. You get lost easily, wanting to let the warmth cocoon you into a false safety until the rest of eternity.

You shake yourself back to reality, walking away from him and leaving him confused and annoyed.

Days pass, and you find that Poe has pushed himself further and further away from you. You were still his chosen comms officer, but he avoided you on the base. You felt bad. He'd practically confessed that he thought you were pretty and you'd turned him away, letting him believe that there was someone you were pining after. Even though that person was Poe.

You had tried to talk to Poe before he went on a mission alone to Coruscant, but he walked away, feigning that he was busy. He even deflected your questions in the air, and turned his transmission signal off when he got to Coruscant. You were fuming.

How dare he put himself in danger with no chance of backup?

Realistically, your anger wasn't anger at all. You were worried for Poe. Even if he wasn't your Poe.

You vowed to have that conversation with him when he returned.

Poe couldn't stop thinking about you. He hadn't since he first spoke to you about 6 months ago. Before that, he just thought you were pretty. But once he realised that, not only were you beautiful, but you were also smart and had a sarcasm to match his, well he was a goner.

When you told him, that there was someone else, he saw red. He wanted to put his first through the fucker's face, but goddammit, he would do anything to help you.

So he offered to help you get that date. It was a mostly harmless offer, and he didn't really expect you to take him up on it, but he put it out there nonetheless.

What he didn't expect was for you to raise your voice and storm away. He was shocked.

He figured he overstepped some undrawn boundary, and he felt guilty. So he tried to give you space, give you distance. He'd give you anything if you even mentioned it once. But, jealousy took over his previously well-intentioned thoughts. If you wanted someone else, fine, you could have them. But Poe couldn't watch you get them.

He didn't want to take the mission on Coruscant. He wasn't a spy, he was a flamboyant and show-off-y pilot. But he didn't want to see you in another man's arms. So he took it.

That was what landed him in his current predicament: tied to a chair in the basement of one Zek Shadej - an ex-smuggler who turned to an arms dealership for the higher paycheck.

Zek slaps Poe. He demands, once again, to know what a pilot for the Resistance is doing at a gala for the low lives of the galaxy. He didn't word it that way but the sentiment still stands. Poe says nothing, just spitting a mixture of blood and saliva at Zek's shoes. Zek curses and heads to the door: "I'm done with him. Dispose of him."

The guards left in the room stalk toward him, blasters unsheathed and ready to fire. Poe uses the pin you gave him to cut through the ropes binding his hands.

It was his fifth birthday on base, he reckoned. With different systems, and different lengths of orbits, it was hard to know for sure, but he knew the rest of Black Squadron were planning his celebration for today. So he remained in bed, lying on top of the sheets, head propped up on his arm.

A gentle knock rang through his room. He'd told the person to come in, and you did. Armed with a giddy smile and a small wrapped package. Poe had no idea where you had found wrapping paper, or why you would buy him a present but here you were.

"Jess said it was your birthday today. Thought I'd give you something neat." You said, approaching him nervously. He swung his legs and sat upright, pulling your arm so you were standing right in front of him. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, taking in your kind face. You and Poe were hardly friends, but how he wished you could be more.

"So, what did you get for me, pretty girl?" Poe rests his callous hardened hands on your hips - he liked the feel of your soft skin under his palms. He also liked how sensitive you were to his touch - your flushed expression and lust-filled gaze confirmed it.

You handed him the small parcel, "I hope you like it."

He takes it from you, pulling you to sit beside him. He opens it with careful hands to find a small pin. A Yavin Parakeet. Poe's favourite bird.

"They used to symbolise freedom. Like you do." You whispered the last part.

Poe had never wanted to kiss you so much.

Poe threw the chair he had been sitting on at one of the guards. He landed on the floor with a loud groan, his blaster skidding to a halt at Poe's feet. It was Poe's lucky day.

He shot the other 2 guards, dashing out of the basement onto the catering floor. He escaped through a back door, a few of the staff giving his bloody face and dishevelled appearance a double look. He sprinted through the streets to a docking station a few miles east. Zek sent a few men after him, but Poe was smart, and he knew Coruscant well. He dodged the men, and fired up his X-wing. He had Leia's intel safely stored in his shirt pocket.

His X-wing was severely damaged - his landing gear compromised and the transmission antenna bent at an awkward angle. He took off precariously - he knew he'd have to stop somewhere to fix the ship and refuel. He remembered the old outpost on Dantooine. Your dad's outpost.

He lightspeed jumped into the sector, breaking through the atmosphere mere seconds later. The landing was rough and he saw your father running towards the ship, blaster raised.

"Come out, slowly and unarmed. Do anything I don't like the look of, and I shoot."

"It's me. It's Poe. I came by a couple of days ago. I promise I mean no harm."

The old man lowered his blaster. He tucked his shoulder under Poe and helped him inside, "Let's get you looked at, son." Despite the pain, Poe smiled. Son. He liked that.

Your father patched Poe up, offering him a nice meal and a shower. While Poe cleaned up, your father called you.

"Hey, dad, what can I do for you?" You respond, your brain still focussed on the transmissions you were decoding.

"I wouldn't call if it wasn't necessary-"

"I know, Dad. What do you need?"

"I got one of your guys," your ears pricked up, "and his ship is damaged. I need to know how to fix it. Think you can help?"

"Yeah, of course. I don't remember sending anyone your way though, think you can tell me who it is?"

Your dad grunts as he climbs up the ladder, radio tucked under his chin, "yeah, it's the pretty boy from a few days ago. The captain. Can't remember his name."

"It's Dameron. Who're you talking to?" Poe comes out wiping his hands on a towel. Despite this man being your father, years in the resistance had warned him against trusting strangers.

"My daughter. She's telling me how to fix your ship."

"4? I wouldn't trust her anywhere near my ship."

"I heard that you know," you laughed. You brought up the specs for the X-wing, "I'll send you a copy of the spec - that's probably more useful than anything I have to say."

Your dad laughed and you sent him the specs.

"Good luck, boys," you ended the transmission.

The rest of the day was spent fixing the ship. Poe and your dad made good small talk - they were both pilots. They had a lot in common. They also both loved you. They had that in common too.

"Go clean up, Poe. I'll make us dinner." Your father said, standing up and heading toward the kitchen. Poe smiled. He liked this life.

Poe was back on base by nightfall the next day. You waited for him as he got checked up on in med, and then you walked with him to his room. The silence was deafening.

You followed him into his room, watched his every movement. He milled about, putting on clean clothes, washing his hands, and combing through his hair. His whole body was still tensed up from the mission - you wanted to stop him, hug him, do something. But you couldn't. He didn't want you near him. He was angry at you, and rightfully so.

"Your dad's nice." You looked up at him. Poe still had his back turned, but his shoulder had relaxed. You wanted to run your fingers down his back. "Peculiar, but nice."

You smiled softly, "He's lonely. Not that fun living on an abandoned base in the middle of nowhere."

Poe sat down on his chair, and you walked towards him. You placed your hands on his shoulder, gently soothing the knots out of his muscles. He leaned his head back, a low moan of satisfaction left his throat. The sound went straight through your body, eliciting shivers.

"Talk to me. Tell me what went wrong," you whispered in his ear, not wanting to break the calmness that swept through the room.

Poe shook his head, bringing you in front of him. He leaned his head against your stomach, hands coming to rest at your hips. You tangled your fingers in his hair, and he grunted in appreciation. You shivered again.

He chuckled, "you like that?" Your face blushed a bright red. Poe laughed again, before leaning to kiss your stomach. He kissed up through the valley in between your breasts, and up your neck. He stayed there for a minute, nipping and suckling at your neck, before making his way to your face.

He was fully standing now, his hands moved to your face, and he gently dotted kisses everywhere. Your cheeks. Your eyes, which had fallen shut at his ministrations. Your forehead, then your chin. He kissed the sides of your lips, and you let out a soft moan, begging for more.

"Greedy, are we?" He asked, his voice much lower than before. You opened your eyes to see a smug grin painted on his face. You didn't care.

You grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours. It seems he got the memo because as soon as his lips touched yours, he took over. His tongue slipped into your mouth and stroked yours gently.

He tapped your thigh gently, a signal to jump, and he carried you over to his bed, depositing you on the edge gently, dislodging his lips from yours. He knelt down in front of the bed, pulling your closer to him by your legs.

"Tell me to stop." He looked up at you, his pupils blown wide, as he took your dishevelled appearance in. Like a predator looks at his prey.

"Please don't."

He pulled your boots and cargo pants off, kissing up your legs. The arousal pooled between your legs, and you moan.

"So fucking wet, and I haven't even touched you yet." You whine pathetically, trying to pull Poe closer to where you want him. He just laughs.

"Bet the other guy couldn't do this to you. That's why you need me, ain't that right?" You whine again, "Need me to take care of you, baby girl, ain't that right?"

"Please, Poe."

"Please what, baby girl? What do you need?" Poe whispers, cheekiness glinting in his eyes.

"Please, fuck me, Poe." He smiled.

"As you wish."

He pulled your underwear down your legs and stared enamoured between your trembling things, "Such a pretty fucking pussy."

You threw your head back as he dove face-first into your folds. He kissed your mound lightly, before rubbing soothing circles around your clit. You buck up, the pleasure unlike any you've ever known, and Poe presses a hand onto your abdomen, locking you in place.

"Don't deprive me of my meal, honey," He whispers into your pussy.

He continues his assault, testing the waters of what you did and didn't like. You liked when he went fast, when he went slow, you got impatient. Maybe it was time to teach you some patience. But the low whines and moans were too much for Poe to bear. Soon your thighs were clamped around his head as you let out a loud moan, and you came undone under his touch. He lapped up every last bit of your release as if he'd been left in the deserts of Jakku without any water for years. And the moans. Oh Maker, his moans. You thought it impossible for a man to enjoy himself that much. But from the way he gripped your thighs, and pulled his body in further, you could tell he never wanted to pull away.

You laid limp on the bed as Poe stood up, and peeled his clothes off his body. You stared shamelessly. It wasn't the first time you'd seen Poe shirtless, but you'd barred yourself from staring then. Now it was allowed.

He smiled at your shameless ogling, and grabbed your hand, pulling you to stand up, pressed against him. You could feel his still-clothed cock, pushing into your abdomen, and you could feel it throbbing at the contact. You sunk down onto your knees, hands fiddling with his zipper.

He pulled you away and shook his head. "Not now."

He pushes you back onto the bed and crawls over you, his lips reconnecting to yours. He had unzipped his pants and kicked off his boots, leaving a pile on the floor.

"Tell me if it hurts." Poe kisses under your jaw before pushing inside.

Holy Maker, he's big.

His cock stretches you out deliciously. He pushes into you until he's settled within you and waits for you to adjust. The initial pain fades into pleasure and soon you're begging for him to move.

"You sound so pretty when you beg, baby. Bet you wouldn't beg for anyone else." Nevertheless, he moves.

He starts slow, getting used to feeling you around him. You want more.

"Please, Poe. Faster. Please, please, please." You beg him, screams ripping through your throat.

He picks up the pace, relentless now. Fast and hard. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, mixed together with both your moans. You feel the pressure building up and your moans get louder. Poe chased his own release as you got closer and closer to the edge.

"Poe, I'm gonna... gonna come. Please, Poe..." Poe slowed down a fraction, pulling you further from the edge. You whined pathetically.

"Tell me you're mine. Only mine." You smiled through your lust-induced haze.

"Only yours, Poe. Always yours." He picked up the pace again, and the coil begins to tighten. Poe's moans push you over the edge, and you cum hard. So hard that your whole body feels electrified, your toes curling in pleasure. Poe fucks you through your high, turning your entire body to jelly. He pulls out and shoots his ropes over your body.

You smile. You lift a finger up to your chest and lick Poe's cum off your chest, moaning at the taste. The filth of the act clearly affected Poe, as his eyes closed in pleasure. He moaned lowly, grabbing your hands and pressing kisses to them. You closed your eyes, falling back onto the bed.

Poe disappeared into the refresher, grabbing a clean towel and dampening it, before returning to clean you up. You looked confused. No one had ever done that for you before. He wiped your chest and between your thighs, before carrying you to the bathroom. You washed your face and brushed your teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes in Poe's refresher, before heading back out.

Poe was gone.

You were confused, given that he had changed his sheets and left you a spare t-shirt and pair of boxers to change into. You sat down on the edge of his bed, stretching your legs, a pleasant ache settling between them. Where the hell could he have gone?

A few seconds late, someone knocked, "Are you decent?" Poe.

"Yeah, come in." You stood up, shuffling your feet. Poe walked in, shirt almost completely undone, carrying 2 bottles of water from the cantina. Your heart almost burst.

He opened one of the bottles handing it to you, before leading you back to bed. You took a few sips, the coldness soothing your throat that was raw from screaming.

He laid back on his bed and beckoned your closer to him. You curled into his arms and reached up to fiddle with his hair. You both sat in silent reverie - taking in each other's company.

"Will I see you again?" Poe broke the silence timidly, running a knuckle over your cheek.

"You see me every day, Poe," You tease him gently, "You see me in the corridors, and in the cantina, and sometimes even after you get back from a mission." Poe slapped your ass, causing you to burst into laughter. He pulls you closer to his body.

"I mean it. Is this just a one-time thing? Given your - um - crush on the other guy?" You stay silent, "Is he a pilot? Is that why you're not telling me?" You nod your head, trying to hide your smile. You felt bad for not telling him, but it was funny.

"He's a pilot. But that's not why I'm not telling you." Poe frowns, creases appearing between his eyebrows.

"Is he a superior officer? Does he live on base?"

You decide to keep teasing him, "Yeah, he's a Captain." You look into Poe's eyes. "He's definitely my favourite person on base." Poe's frown turns into a scowl.

"He has the most beautiful brown eyes and the most amazing hair that I always want to run my fingers through," You tangle your hair in his, pulling it just the way he likes. "He's cocky, and he's so sexy. And he knows that he's sexy too." Poe tries pushing you away, rolling from his side to his back, but you just cling to him tighter. You place a kiss on his jaw and then on his ear.

"Why are you here, then? In my bed? In my clothes?" He says, jealousy and annoyance evident in his voice. You feel bad.

"You wanna know his name?"

"Not really. Then I'd know who I wanna punch, but I still wouldn't be able to do it."

"I don't really think it's possible to punch yourself." Poe turns to face you, the jealousy in his eyes fading into hope.

"What?" You just smile. "You love me?"

"I didn't lie, Poe. I'm yours. Always yours." He kisses you, hard, not giving you any space to breathe.

"You're not just saying that," He breathes, pulling away just enough to speak. You reconnect your lips to his, and he pulls you on top of him, your thighs around his torso. You look deep into his eyes, his pupils so dilated as if he couldn't get enough of you.

"It's always been you."

fin.

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ahoycaptainautumn · 1 year

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Fell Into You Pt 1

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader

Part 2 here

synopsis: Ghost isn’t looking for anything and neither are you. But when a mission goes wrong, throwing you two together, where will things go from here?

content: slow burn, sfw this chapter, nsfw later. Pre-established reader nickname as “Crow”

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“Alright team, the breakdown of the mission is as follows. Team 283 has been compromised infiltrating an enemy hole in the center of Kazan. They are now forced to switch between three different safe houses to stay ahead of the enemy. They are using the old septic tunnel system underground to transport between them. Your job will be for each squadron to enter the safe houses and extract the team. We lost contact roughly 2 hours ago, so time is of the essence and we aren’t sure which safehouse they will be in.” Price finished explaining to the rest of Team 141. Price and Gaz would be a squadron and take on safe house Alpha. Graves and a handful of shadows would take safe house Beta. Ghost and Soap would take the last one, safehouse Charlie.

“How many are left of the team that we are aware of?” Asked Graves.

“As far as we know, two marines, sergeant Echo and Captain Crow.” Price replied. Ghost and Soap exchanged glances at the names. Crow had gained some notoriety amongst the different teams. You were known for being a lethal warrior, recently taking on an enemy exit point on your own without alarming surrounding enemy locations.

“Eh maybe this wins me a date with Crow, savin her arse, huh?“ Soap chuckled. Not many other soldiers had worked with Crow, which meant rumors spread on whether you were hideous or breathtaking. Ghost opted to stay out of it, the last thing he needed was thinking of a female in his line of work. He was sure you felt the same, which is why you chose to stay out of the spotlight.

“You wish mate.” Is all Ghost replied. He followed behind Soap, readying up to take the heli waiting for them.

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Kazan, Russia - 2100hr

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Soap and Ghost sat within an abandoned garage just south of the mission point. Safehouse Charlie was a torn down church centered in a forgotten town just barely on the outskirts of the major city of Kazan. Soap finished a cig, squashing it beneath his boot.

“My eyes in the sky, how are we lookin?” Soap spoke into the radio. A static replied from the above plane circling the different safe houses.

“No tangoes spotted, you are free to make entry. Make it quiet. Enemies were spotted just east of your position around safehouse A.”

“Got it.” Soap let go of his radio and turned to Ghost grabbing his gun. Ghost gave him a small nod, recognizing this was their chance to move. Ghost tucked in behind Soap, keep his head on a swivel as the made their way to the side entrance of the church. There was an old cellar door on the ground next to the church nearly rusted shut. Ghost put a finger to where his lips would be under the mask and grabbed at the door, quietly opening it. Darkness of the basement greeted them. Turning on their flashlights, the two men made their way through the cellar opening. There was nothing but old church literature and stacks of chairs. No sight of anyone occupying. Ghost waved his finger towards the door to the main ground, Soap nodded back. Once again, darkness swallowed them as the entered into the main floor of the church. The cellar opened to a small room just behind the podium of chapel. Soap put up a fist, point to the ceiling. Just barely, Ghost could hear something creaking upstairs.

“Enemy or friendly?” Soap questioned.

“Let’s find out shall we?” Ghost answered. The quickly made their way from the room to find the decaying steps to go to the attic. Ghost didn’t make it but one set of stairs before he was thrown back onto a wall with a knife near his throat. Staring back at him was your (e/c) eyes, shining behind a masked face.

“Friendly! Friendly!” Soap replied, being held at gunpoint by Echo. Echo relaxed his shoulders, whistling at Crow to do the same. You took one more hard look at Ghost before lowering your knife, not relaxing in the slightest. You had (h/c) hair, loosely put up in a ponytail and tactical gear long forgotten with only the army issued t shirt and cargos on. You looked like you went through hell and back. But Ghost now knew the truth to the rumors, you were stunning.

Echo ushered you all into the attic room, yet another supply room with nothing much but a small candle burning and two bloodied dog tags lying next to it. Ghost cringed at the sight slightly. Crow turned to him, “So what do they call you?”

Before you could get the words completely out a shock rumbled the floor, a second blast bleeding into your eardrums from the left. The floor exploded beneath your left foot and you felt yourself falling back into the empty hole. Russian shouting was heard from the bottom floor with gun shots ringing from your side and theirs. Ghost grabbed your outstretched hand, using his other to wrap around your waist throwing you on top of him and away from the blast site. Ghost landed backwards, with you directly on top of him. Once again, you stared each other in the eyes and your faces were so close you could just barely feel his breath behind his balaclava.

“They call me Ghost” he replied, just as smallest of grins just slightly pulled his eyes up from under his mask. The rumors were definitely false, you were absolutely breathtaking.

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FRENZIED !!!NSFW!!! 18+ - READER X AZRIEL ABO FIC

/KNOTTING, VIOLENCE ‘TAKING’ MENTION - NO NON CON/

18+18+18+ NSFW ABO FIC READER X AZRIEL ACOTAR --

Truth teller ached in Azriel’s grip - he held on to the blade so hard he’d felt his knuckles crack with the next swing. Males of all sorts had broken free of their ranks the moment they’d scented you - and now his most loyal were helping him push the squadron back.

He knew this was a bad idea. He’d known the moment Devlon’s united army had laid eyes on you that he was risking the one thing he actually cared for in this world.

He’d never forgive himself for this. Not in this lifetime, or the next. Putting you at risk - allowing you to follow him into this war was only so he could keep you safe in the first place. So he’d know that even in Velaris was overtaken while he was away, that you were at his side and not trapped in the city.

He’d tried his best not to kill the males that surged forward, but his protective instinct was to do just that. To slice and cut through each one of them that dared threaten you. His teeth ached to bite down on someone, to rip flesh from bone and tear them apart for even glancing at you.

“Go! Just take her and go, Azriel!” The commanding - no… pleading - voice came from down the line, where his first officer shoved a blond haired fae backwards into the crowd. Azriel spared a look over his shoulder,tucking his wing down so he could see you. Wide eyed and pale, aside from the flush of heat to your cheeks. You clutched your bag in one hand, a butter knife in the other. He saw the fear with that knife and nearly roared. His mate - his everything defenseless aside from a scrap of metal.

He disappeared in a second, leaving the male he pushed against falling onto their face in the mud where Azriel had been standing. The next second, his wing was covering you from the crowd, pulling you close to him. The scent of him had your body weak, begging to be closer to him.

“I’m going to get you out of here, okay? We’re going to be fine.” He uncurled your fingers from the small knife and guided your hand instead to his shoulder, right over his siphon there. The warmth from it was grounding, allowing you to ease even while the shouting from the lines grew louder. Distantly, you heard someone shouting - the ringing in your ears was too overpowering to make out what they said though. Before you could ask him a question, Azriel summoned a blanket of shadow, and stepped into it.

“Open your eyes.” He coaxed. You hadn’t realized how hard you were squinting against the darkness until he said the words.

The brightness of the snow was a shock at first, but became a comfort. The sight of the untouched cold meant that this area was free of any that would attempt to take you from him. To steal away an Omega was like an act of war among Alphas, but many were desperate enough in these times to attempt it. War meant males vying for power. Having a new offspring of your own meant your title could live on through them. Having that kind of generational power was the kind of thing that any unbound male would risk.

However terrifying it had been to be so seen… it was oddly thrilling. The thought of being wanted by so many males sent another wave of heat to the core of your stomach. Your hormones flexed and reached - clamoring for relief. You fought not to whine to Azirel… You were sure that he had enough going through his head right now. He’d just abandoned his position at the brink of battle.

“You should go back.” You offered, though you didn’t mean it in the slightest. With how close he’d been to you, the troops would be distracted by the scent. Your heart hurt, knowing that you’d likely lost this battle for them. Even if they’d been… hungry for you…. You still were a part of their ranks. Among the army that Azriel helped command, you were regarded highly among the troops. Unfortunately for your anatomy however, that did not mean that instincts didn’t take over at the first sign of heat.

“I know you don’t want that.” He said, voice a bit gruff as he tucked his wings back. A shiver of cold ran over your body, and he took your bag from your hand. “I want you to go through that clearing -” He stood behind you and crouched to point at your eye level, to a thicket of brush and trees. There was the slightest path worn through them, market only by a few flagstone slabs embedded into the frozen ground. A makeshift path. A flare of nerves hit you, but he gripped your shoulder reassuringly. “And get in the springs. It’ll be hot at first, but you’ll ease into it. I will be there in a few minutes to join you.”

Before you could question it, he was gone. He’d tucked a bar of soap into your hand and taken your bag, leaving you without anything to dry off with after. “You forgot something!” You called to the empty forest. No response came. He was the one who could transport himself wherever, he could go back and get you a towel if he forgot it.

You parted the branches, cringing when your fingers met slushy snow. The trail was dark, the canopy overhead hardly allowing any light through. There were no signs of animal life, not even birds. It was eerily silent for your walk, until you came to the next clearing.

The scene was like a painting. If you had any doubts about your location they were strewn away that instant. This was technically still Illyria, but on the southern edge, where the cliffs and mountain edges turned into flat, unforgiving stone, broken up only by moss carpeted boulders. The ground around the stone pools were damp, the water itself steaming into the cool air. In the distance, obstructed by the brown gray of naked trees was a long, skinny waterfall. The roar of it an echoing torrent in the background, giving way to the foreground of water streaming from the natural hot springs before you.

Choosing what one to bathe in wasn’t hard. The one closest was the one Azriel had obviously intended for you to use, as your bag and towel lay folded on the dry rock aside it. The moss against your bare feet was squishy, a comfort to your blistered toes.

He’d been right. The water was scalding in comparison to the snow kissed air. Inch after inch though, you finally managed to submerge your entire body until the idea of getting out seemed like a crime. Your muscles loosened, and a fine layer of sweat broke out on your brow. This was good. This was very, very good.

“Seems like you’re the one forgetting something.” His voice startled you, sending waves across the pool.

“Gods… dont do that.” You breathed, rubbing a hand across your face. Had you really fallen asleep? The thought of being so reckless made your heart race.

He undressed quickly, and eased himself into the water faster than you had. “You should be more aware of your surroundings.” He scolded, and held up the bar of soap in his hand.

“Forgive me for believing my mate brought me to a safe place.” You chided back. The soap was the standard one given to all the military, though it was rarely used.

He watched as you scrubbed yourself, the corner of his lip curling up when you dug your nails into the bar to get the dirt from beneath them. Wordlessly, he offered his help when you finished scrubbing your neck. He knew this routine by heart. Nothing needed to be spoken to complete this ritual. He took the bar and circled over your back, rubbing in small circles and pressing into the pressure points he knew you kept your tension in.

Then he cupped his hands together and washed the remnants off, tossing the soap beside his clothes. He pulled your back against his chest and cradled you there a moment, enjoying the feeling of you so close to him. Needing the reassurance that you were here, and you were his and safe.

He felt your smile against his cheek. “Is that the soap or are you-”

“I’m very…” He cut you off with a pull, bringing you down on to his lap even more. His cock jutted through your thighs proudly, sending a new kind of heat through your body. “Very happy to see you.” His voice was rougher, more raw than it had been when he’d started speaking.

Your mind was at a loss for what to say in return. All that came forth was the urgent need for him. The sweet way that he rubbed himself between your legs was nothing in comparison to what you’d wished he would do. “My mate… my Omega.” He muttered, hands tracing up your thighs between his strokes.

He didn’t dare touch your clit. Not yet. He hadn’t toyed with you enough yet. Azriel loved these games, loved to make you wait until you were near breaking for you to come. His own patience for waiting was much thinner. His hands palmed everywhere but your slicked cunt. He pressed your lips together, massaging every part he could without giving you what you needed.

“Please-” You panted, arching your back against him and grinding down on him. His hands stilled, and you felt his cock strain as he regained control. His forehead fell to your shoulder where he bit a soft mark. “Azriel… I need you.” You panted, moving against him for emphasis. The tip of his perfect cock tapped the slick entrance of your sex and you both gasped in unison.

In a rush of cold air, he was moving.

You curled against him while he carried you. First out of the pool, then to the bag. His steps were sure and strong - hardly leaving you out of the water long enough to get cold before he stepped through a window of shadow and into darkness.

This time you kept your eyes open. Waiting for the moment you were safe to drop to your knees and service him. Only you didn’t spot the transition from stepping through and being in the cave, and he was on you as soon as it was finished. One second you were in total darkness, and the next it was… still dark. It was black, but you had him. And he guided you on cold floors until a light finally emerged - orange embers illuminating a stone fireplace. A dark leather couch low to the ground and covered in blankets and hides. A rug beneath itmade of some kind of thick material. There wasn’t much else, besides the charcoal drawings that flickered in and out of sight above the fire.

It was pleasantly warm here, but there was still a bite in the air. Enough of it that it made a shiver crawl through your body. To this, Azriel brought you to the couch where he toweled the water from your body - almost like he was painting and wanted to savor every single drop that he wiped from you. The gentleness he brought with every touch had you melting further, and warming quickly.

Eventually he reached your thighs again, and small swipes of the towel turned into soft kisses. You closed your eyes and reveled in the sensation. His hot mouth against your skin was a blessing and curse. Though it brought you pleasure, it burned through you - puressuring your need to extremes. The kisses turned into long licks up, up.. Up until he had you spread before him. Your hand went to his curled hair and squeezed. He groaned, and a hand went to your breast, pinching your nipple while he tongued over each fold of you. Your core ached. You needed more. The feeling of being so empty yet so stimulated was overwhelming.

You needed him. You needed him hard and fast and however he wanted to fuck you. Your mind went wild with the different ways you wanted him to bury himself inside you. Even a finger.. Gods if he’d just give you that you’d be -

His tongue entered you, the hotness of it undeniable. He darted in and your eyes flashed open… only to see a determined, dark eyed male that.. Fuck… he looked hungry. You Pulled his hair, noting the easy compliance he allowed to angle himself perfectly to your entrance. He fucked you with his tongue, groaning when you squeezed around him. He tasted you, indulging in the source of your wetness for long minutes until finally swiping up to your clit, groaning when you arched and bucked against him.

To that he responded, pulling you down the couch and bringing your knees over his shoulders. He buried his tongue against you, slowly flicking at your nub, then sucking for a moment. He repeated this rythym, over and over until you were on the verge of orgasm.

Then he stopped. He pulled back wiped his hand over his mouth, then stroked it along his ready, dripping cock. “You know it wont last as long. I can make you-”

“Then fuck me, you asshole!” You whined, scooting forward on the couch until his cock was in your mouth. He hissed, only allowing you a few pumps before pulling away.

“You know I want to.” His eyes locked on to yours and you nodded. He always had you start on top. With his size, it made it easier to adust that way. You traded places with him, then lowered yourself over his waiting length. This part… just before your bodies met was one of your favorites. Having him so ready, waiting below you… it made you feel like he was the one who needed this. Truthfully… you thought he did sometimes.

His cock ready, you slid on to him with ease. The satisfying fullness of him was never something you’d be bored of. His cock surged, twitching inside you and against your walls when he was fully seated. He sighed, head tilting back and hands gripping your hips. “So fucking good-” He chanted filthy things in your ear over and over until you pulled off, and slid back down. You felt the catch of his knot already forming and smiled.

“My alpha is so needy… already going to knot me?”

He barked a short laugh and in one fluid motion, sat up and adjusted your legs around him. Still connected, you could feel that he slipped out, only slightly. “I’m going to knot you..” He gripped your ass and pulled you up, then edged you back down on to him, the base of the knot barely beginning to stretch your lips. “When you’re coming on me. When I’m fucking-” He did it again, harder this time, allowing more of the knot inside you. “Ready to. When I feel like you’ve earned it.” Gods. He was cruel. Truly. He knew you loved it too, laughing when your walls clenched around him. “Such a fucking perfect pussy for me baby…” He guided you up and down on him at an easy pace, putting his other hand between you to rub against your clit.

You were writhing in the pleasure of it, blind to anything else around. The fire popped and cracked while he fucked you slow, building and building you to the finish that you’d waited for since you woke up in this heat. You’d tried taking care of it yourself… only to find that when you put on your armor, the friction of it against your cunt was overstimulating.

The thought of being in that armor now… while he fucked you was alarming. The reminder of the males fighting in the ranks to get to you… it had been scary, yes.. But overwhelmingly satisfying. The idea that any one of them would have gladly taken you as theirs… it was exciting. It boosted your ego more than it should have. Knowing that even beta males had scented you and wanted you..

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, pressing down especially hard when he asked, pulling you from your fantasy. “I can scent it on you… you’re imagining something.”

You gasped with his next thrust. Gods his knot had surged with the smell of your sex flaring in the room. “The males… the soldiers.” You managed between breathy moans. His knot pressed against your lips hard now, growing larger with every thrust, waiting to be locked into your walls.

“I’d kill them all.”

“No.. I mean -” You gasped when his hand left between your legs to go to his lips, where he tasted you, and wet his fingers. “Just the thought of them.. Wanting me. All of them wanting me, to fuck me - I mean.” Your words caught him by surprise, and instead of his hand returning between you, he guided you down to the floor.

“You like that? Knowing that so many males want to fuck you?” He bent you over so you were on your hands and knees, nudging your knees far apart while he was behind you. His hands caressed the backs of your thighs, sending goosebumps over your skin. Your heartbeat went wild in your ears, nearly blocking out your own words.

“Yes.” You breathed, waiting for his next touch.

“Knowing how they’d all want to take you and fuck you differently… how some of them would fight over this perfect pussy of yours?” Gods… he knew you so well it.. It needed no explaining. Now he would just abuse your fantasy to get you to come faster. Here he was hardly trying, only speaking and he had you squirming back against him, arching and begging for anything to fill you.

He complied. His finger entered your wet slit first, pumping deep before pulling out to play at the entrance. the sight of you desperately pumping against him made his cock ache. He knew he wouldn’t last long if he had his way with you like this. So he kept talking, knowing how you’d fantasize about his words when he wasn’t around. He knew you, what you liked so well… teasing was one of both your favorites. He rubbed his dripping cock against your ass while he fingered you. “You wish I brought one with us? I’m sure they wouldn’t be opposed… I’d let you pick whoever you wanted, whatever cock you wished to fuck you.”

“No-” You managed, fully playing into what he mapped out now.

“Oh…” He smiled and pushed his finger deeper into your slick. “You want them to take you… You want another male to be worthy enough to fight and win you… to deserve to fuck you with me.” Fuck, would he be willing to share you? Was it possible for him? Right now all he wanted, all he could imagine was fucking you full of his knot until you were dripping with his seed.

“You want to be taken and made undone by me and another… another powerful male.” He curled his finger with the word and you cried out. Fuck, he couldn’t take this teasing anymore. He pulled out, admiring the groan of displeasure you made. This fantasy could be indulged again. He could whisper his ideas to you while you slept, if he wished. As for actually making it happen? Another time, perhaps.

He guided his cock to your slit, rubbing the length of himself along your wetness, coating it with your arousal. “Yes..yes, yes Azriel-” His name in that tone, that needy, desperate tone sent him over the edge. He was done teasing. He was done playing. His knot bulged hearing your raw, throaty voice moan his name. His shadows melted to the floor, leaving him completely undone while he slid into your wetness fully.

His head rolled back and he curled over your back, holding himself up with one hand while he arched over you. His other hand went to knead your breast, pulling you in time with each of his thrusts.

The fullness of his knot slid in and out, tapering perfectly with every re entrance of his cock. He started steadily, then grew more erratic as your walls fluttered around him. His teeth went to your shoulder where he sucked a deep bruise into the skin there, enjoying the sight of it. He had you now… his… perfectly shaped, perfectly arched before him… He nearly came watching you push back against his thrusts. “Want that knot, dont you baby?” He slapped a hand against your ass and started penetrating you deeper, moving one foot forward and leaning into every stroke of his cock.

He could feel your tension, could feel every second of your walls ready to milk him of his come. The moans were constant now, an unending song of pleasure echoing through the room from both of you. Gods what had you made of him? What was this power he had over you as an alpha? Having you quivering below him, needing him like this? It was sick, truly… but you loved every second of it. “Azriel… Knot, I want your knot-” Your hand went between your legs, fingers adding to his pleasure while you scissored apart your lips, feeling the bump of his knot going in and out of your entrance. His eyes rolled back, and a surge of precome slicked his next thrust. His thrusts became frantic, building selfishly at a punishing force that you reveled in until he was catching more and more on your rigid entrance.

He bowed over you again, enjoying the sound and feel of your ass slapping against his hips as he fucked you. He slowed, though - and you knew he was close. You pressed your fingers to your clit and circled quickly, catching up in perfect time while he held his cock inside you, seating his knot deep into your entrance for a few seconds and pulling out again. Your walls spasmed, ready to collapse over the edge and into bliss… but he hadn’t finished yet. “Azriel!” You begged, pushing your ass into him just as he moved forward. His knot hit your entrance, and it did not slip back out.

You came. Shuddering and gasping and writhing around his length, you fell into the toe curling abyss of euphoric relief. A weight filled you, expanding your walls as they desperately tried to squeeze down around him. Your orgasm brought you to your elbows, arching your back even more and pulling on him until….He grunted, and you felt his warmth spurting inside you a moment later, his knot swollen inside your entrance, sealing his seed inside. He pushed further inside, the pressure of his knot filling you making your orgasm extend more and more. You rode it, pushing back against him while he came into you.

He was moaning, or saying something.. You couldn’t tell, but the bulb of his cock was so exquisitely filling you came around him with ease a second time. His wings went limp around your bodies while you spasmed around his length. He was so perfectly filling, stretching your walls to the exact point you needed… you finally felt calm for the first time that day. Not sated of the need that heat brought.. But calm, at least.

You’d been fucked raw, and were happy.

He helped you settle comfortably on the rug, spooning you while his size dissipated, enjoying the leaking mess he’d made of his perfect fuckdoll.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you like that fantasy too.” You muttered against his forearm.

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 12: I’m Not Ready to Die

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*GIF is not mine, sourced from Pinterest (like nearly everything else)

A/N: Chapter title from the song Train Wreck by James Arthur

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: blood (not super graphic, but still), mentions of death, bullets, explosions, mentions of vomit, bombs and bombing

A/N: Again, I’m sorry.

Word Count: 3.1k

Masterlist >> Part 11 >> Part 13

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Jake watched as Bear climbed into the last helicopter, his heart pounding. From what little he knew, Bear and the others were walking into a compound that was fortified like Fort Knox and there was nothing he or anyone else could do to help. For some reason, he was unsure and if there was one thing his friends could say about him, they would tell you all about his self-assuredness and how nothing ever seemed to get the better of him. But today was different.

He and the Daggers stood together, watching as the Blackhawks took off through the darkening sky toward the desert. “Does anyone else have a weird feeling?” Fanboy asked as the last helicopter disappeared into the night.

He was quickly shoved by Payback. “Don’t say that. You’ll jinx it. The Seals have it under control.”

“They do.” Maverick took that moment to rally his squadron. The older man took a deep breath before speaking. “Alpha team, Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, Coyote, Halo and Omaha, get ready. You need to be airborne soon. Beta team, ready yourselves. You are in for a longer wait.”

The pilots nodded, breaking off into their teams. Bob had held back, drawing a confused look from Phoenix, who stopped and gave her WSO a funny look before continuing on. “How are you holding up?” Bob asked, looking over at Jake.

Jake just gave him a funny look. “What do you mean? I’m fine.” Internally however, he was panicking just a little. He knew that it would be a quick hop there and back. No acrobatics or evasive maneuvers needed. But there was still something about this mission that had him on edge. He’d heard a few of the Seals saying something about a friend in the compound, which didn’t make sense to him. As far as he knew, Flare and Fireball had the intel, not Hazard. Well, who he thought was Hazard.

Bob’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “Sure. And I’m Santa Claus,” he said sarcastically. “You aren’t hiding anything. You care about Bear and now you’re worried about her. Am I right or am I right?” He’d cut Jake off, forcing the other man to stop in his tracks.

“You’re wrong,” Jake snapped, pushing past the WSO and headed across the tarmac to his plane.

“No. I’m not. You can’t fool me, Hangman. I know what longing looks like.”

Jake spun around, his green eyes full of frustration and anger. “I don’t care if you know what it looks like, that’s not what’s happening here. There is nothing happening,” he snapped.

Bob just smiled wryly. “If that were the case, you wouldn’t have bitten my head off just now. Look, I don’t care. But whatever this is,” the WSO waved his hand around vaguely in Jake’s direction, “Figure it out. You can’t afford to be reckless on a mission like this. I won’t have you putting Nat in danger because of your girl problems.”

Hangman rolled his eyes. “Sure. Whatever.” And he turned back around, storming off towards his plane.

The bespectacled WSO shook his head. This wasn’t going to end well. Not with Jake unable to control his anger. Whatever was or wasn’t happening between him and Bear was Jake’s business, but it left the other man with a blind spot the size of the Commander they had met weeks before. He sighed, hurrying in the direction of his plane, ignoring the curious look on Natasha’s face as he climbed in behind her. “Watch out for Bagman. He’s in a mood,” Bob warned his pilot.

“Any idea why?” Phoenix asked, turning to look behind her. “He was fine earlier.”

Bob shook his head. “Not sure. He wouldn’t tell me, but if I had to guess, I’d say that a certain friend of ours left an impression on him.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

A little ways off, Jake sat in his plane, staring holes into his control panel. Fuck Bob for knowing what was going on. Fuck this whole situation. In fact, fuck him for not realizing just how far he’d fallen for Bear and for not realizing how compromised he would be. “Fuck!” He yelled, slamming his hand against the window in anger. He couldn’t let her distract him. He knew for a fact that she wasn’t distracted by him at all right now. Jake scrubbed a hand over his face, blowing out a deep breath. Calm. He could be calm. “No one would know the difference. How could they?” He thought.

Maverick’s voice sounded through the headset. “Bear has a timeline. T-minus 25 minutes or thereabouts. We need to be airborne before she gives us the signal. Hangman, Coyote, are you ready?”

“Yes Mav.”

“Copy.”

Maverick nodded to himself. “Phoenix, Bob?”

“Ready to go, Mav,” Phoenix replied.

“Halo and I are ready too, Mav,” Omaha said as he double-checked a few switches in the back.

“Copy that. Wait for the signal from ground control, fly safe,” Maverick told them, watching from the command tower. He and Bear had agreed that he should remain behind on this hop. There was no reason for him to be airborne unless an emergency happened, but Beta team was still hanging back on base and could be deployed in seconds, so it really didn’t matter in the end.

“Alpha team taxiing,” he said, switching channels to speak directly to Bear. He heard her affirmation before switching back over to his team. “Go get them.”

That was all the pilots heard before the command tower gave the signal and off went the four aircraft. They swiftly entered formation, flying low enough to avoid radar, allowing the aircraft to glide through the night sky straight towards their target that lay enshrouded in darkness 366 kilometers outside of the Riyadh air base.

They could just make out the compound from the air when Bear’s voice crackled through the comms system. “Alpha squadron how copy?”

“Copy Phoenix.”

“Copy Coyote.”

“Copy Omaha.”

Jake swallowed the lump in his throat before replying “Copy Hangman.”

Bear was clearly only listening for the first reply, because she nearly cut Jake off halfway through in her need for information. “Location status, Phoenix.”

Jake looked down at his own screens, ready to reply. He just wanted any last bit of communication with Bear that he could get. But as he glanced down, he noticed a small light blinking in the corner of his vision, diverting his attention away from what Phoenix was saying.

Something wasn’t right. But as he opened his mouth to say this, Bear’s drop command cut him off before the words had even left his throat. “Alpha squadron. Banshee. Banshee.”

“Copy,” Phoenix replied before taking off through the sky. Only minutes later, the first bomb was dropped from her plane, hurtling towards the compound below. Coyote and Omaha followed suit, their own bombs finding homes in different corners of the compound, as Jake flew in to drop his own. The pilots swung around, the last few bombs raining down on the compound and they watched the flames spiral up and up into the night sky.

There were some words exchanged between the Seals down below that echoed through his headset, but Jake barely heard a word that was said. He was too deep in his own mind to even think about what was happening on the ground and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“Mav just radioed in. Watch the ground for any mobilization. The recon teams have any stragglers but he wants us to take out a few ground patrols before we head back to reload,” Phoenix spoke in his ear.

He nodded before remembering that she couldn’t see him. “Got it, Nix. I have eyes on a few.” And he did, just below him, a few wounded were piling themselves into vehicles with the intent on driving to the other compound not even a click away. He wasn’t going to let that happen to Bear or Fireball or any of them, so without a second thought, he opened fire on the truck, watching the explosion seconds later.

He heard Coyote on his wing taking out another truck, before he swerved away, yelling something about guns on the ground. Jake followed suit, weaving out of range and rejoining Halo and Omaha a little ways off. “I only saw the one,” he told them gruffly. “Not sure how many other vehicles will be mobilizing, but I think we got the more important shit.”

“Same here,” Halo replied, checking her controls before calling out to Phoenix and Coyote. It had been ten minutes since the original breach by the Seals and after a quick radio into Maverick, they took off back across the desert to reload their weapons for one final run.

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Jake was the last one to touch down and he was up and out of the cockpit in a flash. He knew something was wrong with his plane, what it was, he didn’t yet know, but something wasn’t right. “Where are you?” He muttered, stepping under the aircraft to inspect the underside.

“You good?”

Shit. It was Rooster. No doubt Bob or Nix had told him and now the biggest pain in his ass was standing in front of him.

“Peachy,” he snapped. He was sick of people asking if he was okay. He wasn’t, but that was hardly the point. All Jake wanted was to fly the last leg of this mission, meet up with Bear, and go home where they could finally act on their feelings for one another.

Rooster raised an eyebrow. “It certainly doesn’t look like it.”

“You know what?” Jake spat, whipping around to glare at the man in front of him. “Fuck off. Everything is fine, so stop asking. You can tell that to anyone else too.”

Rooster nodded, chewing on his lip. “Look. I’m gonna say this once, and then Mav is going to get involved. Sort yourself out. Clearly being on this mission with Bear is clouding some part of your judgment,” Bradley said in a quiet voice. “I don’t want you to get benched because she’s got your panties in a twist. Take a walk and come back or let someone else fill in for you because someone is going to get killed.”

Jake just shook his head in disbelief. “Whatever man. It’s fine. Something about this whole thing doesn’t feel right and I can’t be the only one who’s noticed.”

“You aren’t. But this isn’t a Navy base. We can’t just go accusing people of things,” Rooster reasoned. Now that he actually thought about it, Hangman was right. He thought back to the group of Seals he’d overheard earlier talking about their plan. Something didn’t feel right to him either. “Take a breath, get your head on straight, and get back up there. Maybe Bear’ll give you a kiss if you’re good.”

“Fine. But keep an eye on things down here. I don’t like being around this many chair force pilots, they make me itchy,” Jake told him, his anger slowly dissipating.

“You and me both, man.”

Jake snorted. “I’ll watch out for them up top too. Can’t deal with Nix’s girl if she gets hurt.”

“Deal.” Bradley gave him one last nod, before walking back across the tarmac towards his own plane, leaving Jake to try and find the problem on his own.

Unfortunately for Jake, he saw Bob and Phoenix climb back into their seats, opening up the spot for him to reload his bombs. “Fuck,” he swore, racing to clamber up into his seat and taxi his jet over to the end of tarmac where Bob and Phoenix had been moments ago.

Moments later, he was ready to head back out but that little blinking light kept flashing and as of now, he still had no idea what was causing it. But that was a problem for later, right now all he could do was just fly the mission. He listened to the command tower okay him for take off, so that’s what he did.

Despite what he’d tell Rooster, the chat actually helped him. It gave him another point to focus on, and he couldn’t get the other man’s words about Bear out of his head. “Maybe Bear’ll give you a kiss if you’re good.” God he hoped so. But for now, he took off after Coyote, flying back in the direction they had just come from.

The flight passed quickly and Jake kept thinking about the image of Bear he had from earlier that day. She was standing under his plane, a teasing grin on her face as she bugged him while he did his checks. He could almost feel the warmth of her gaze on him, burning him wherever it stopped, and the mere thought of seeing that look in her eyes again had him grinning under his mask. Only a few more minutes until he’d be back on base. A few more hours until he’d see Bear again, dressed in her tactical gear that had given him pause when he’d seen her in it for the first time back in North Island. Somehow she made it look like a million bucks. The ease in which she wore it made him smile, and he now knew how good those pants made her ass look, which was a definite plus.

Thinking of her was enough to bring him out of his funk. His head felt clearer than it had since before he took off the first time, and he felt sharper. Hell, he’d even go as far as saying he felt invincible. It was like nothing could touch him.

He was almost at the compound when his aircraft started behaving erratically. It would jerk up every few seconds, and while it stayed up in the air, it diverted a lot of his attention to figuring out what the hell was happening. It was also at this moment when Bear’s voice filled his headset, nearly making him groan at her timing.

“Flyboy, what’s your ETA to target?“ Bear asked.

“Not too long now, Bear. About 45 seconds to drop.” Jake’s voice was tight, the words bitten off as he tried to focus on keeping himself airborne.

Another bit of static filled his ears before Bear spoke again. “Are you okay up there?”

“Just peachy, Teddy. A couple of lights are flashin’ but it’s nothin’ I can’t handle,” he replied distractedly as Jake flipped yet another switch, trying to figure out the problem. “Fucking hell, what is happening?” he mumbled under his breath. Jake’s hands were shaking, from adrenaline or fear, he didn’t know. But it was definitely making his job just that much more difficult right this minute.

Coyote was the next to respond. “Anything we can do to help?” He glanced back at his wingman and started to slow down. He wasn’t about to abandon his friend with no warning.

Jake watched Coyote begin to drop back, and shook his head. “Just keep going. I’ll be there soon,” he told his friend. “Just give me a few min-” he cut himself off. Jake had just glanced down at his controls once again when a sudden burst of light and noise erupted from the ground below. Jake’s eyes widened and he went to swerve to the left, trying desperately to avoid whatever it was that was incoming, but to no avail. He wasn’t getting out of this. His heart sank, knowing that this was it. Whatever it was that was incoming would be his end and he was scared. Despite everything he displayed, Jake was afraid of death. Downright terrified of leaving his friends and family behind, so he closed his eyes. Just for a moment against the burst of fear that shattered every bit of resolve he had left.

He saw his team, his family, the highlights from deployments flash before his eyes, a slideshow of his best memories playing one last time. And closing out the show was Bear. The only woman that he could say for certain he’d ever truly loved aside from his mom. Every moment spent with her was like a balm to the bruised pieces of his heart. She had made him believe in love, and now, he wouldn’t see her wide smile again. He wouldn’t feel her gentle touch or hear her laugh. So for once in his life, he let the tears fall as his plane burst into flames.

He’d barely had enough thought to try and eject. But he did. And when the pieces of his jet rained down on the sand, Jake sent out a prayer. A prayer that someone would find him. That Bear would find him.

Jake crumpled to the desert below. Around him, lay the wreckage of his faithful F-18, and goddamn if that wasn’t enough to make him cry. But he had other priorities now. Fuck the wreckage and the plane that was lost, Jake had to find shelter because whatever that shot him down was going to come for him once they saw the parachute deploy. “Fucking Saudi Arabia,” he growled as he went to stand but found he couldn’t when a blinding pain shot up his leg, nearly making him pass out.

Glancing down, he saw a large piece of his control panel embedded in his thigh, blood seeping out around it. That piece of metal was likely the only thing keeping him alive right now, so he knew that no matter what, he had to try to move and not dislodge the shrapnel. “Clearly someone decided that it was ‘fuck up Jake’s life day!’ Well fuck whoever that was!” He yelled into the darkness, growling as he unhooked his harness, and began to hobble across the sand in the direction of some of the larger pieces of his plane.

It felt like hours. Each step sent a near blinding pain up through his entire body and he found himself desperately trying to keep himself from vomiting or passing out. He was wandering in a haze of pain that undercut every movement he made. Even breathing hurt. But he kept going. Through the pain and despite the blood rolling down his leg into his boot. He would keep going if it meant getting to see Bear again.

It took a long time, but eventually he reached the fragmented body of his plane and Jake sobbed in relief. The emotion caught in his throat as he stumbled another step forward, collapsing on his side near one of the larger pieces. “I’ll just take a break,” Jake thought to himself. “I can take a rest.”

But his green eyes fluttered shut, his body giving out as he finally passed out from the pain and exhaustion, completely unaware of the advancing enemy.

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A/N: So… yeah. Thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 @dakotakazansky and @sarahsmi13s for proofreading this. And yelling at me.

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Always been you.

Poe Dameron x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Miscommunications happen. Less so when you work in communications, but they happen.

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: Slight blood warning, a smidge of angst, and a handful of smut :)

AN: This one's been sat in the drafts for a while. I can't lie, the whole time I was writing this I was thinking about popcorn - so imma go get myself some. Enjoy! (P.S. requests are open!!)