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👏 The Ram Ranch Resistance

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[cherry-holmes]

RIVER - Javier Peña x f!Reader

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña

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Summary: Javi took you to his favorite place on earth: heaven.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3k

Warnings: Angst with happy ending (sad!Javi) Parent loss. | SMUT. Again, there's a lot of plot before the smut😅P in V sex. Unprotected sex. Rough-ish sex. Fingering. Sex in a public place -ish. Breeding kink. Praise kink. Pregnancy talk.

A/N: Hello, Hola! First of all I want to thank all of you for the support you gave me on my first work! Muchas gracias! I been writing for almost ten years now, but I haven't publish anything since my first fanfic on Wattpad in 2017😅

I hope you like this one as much as the first one!

I repeat, I'm not a native English speaker, but I'm a translator student so I hope I'm doing it well!

If you wanna send me a request, my box is open!

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Several daily high temperature records were broken Tuesday in Texas, including at Houston Hobby Airport, Corpus Christi, Laredo and Del Rio. Laredo hit 115 degrees, marking its 10th consecutive day of record highs...

Indeed, as the reporter mentioned on the radio, those were incredibly hot summer days. The air was dry and the sun was burner, it drain all your energy.

You tried to be helpful at the Peña's Ranch during your work vacations, but the chores felt like torture. Javier and his father used to spend hours under the unforgiving sun, repairing fences, tending to horses, herding cattle, and dealing with clients looking for meat animals. The life of a ranch owner was undeniably tough but prosperous.

Sunday arrived with the thermometer hitting nearly 115 degrees. When you woke up that morning, you anticipated a challenging day ahead. However, Javier woke up with a plan in mind. He mentioned knowing about a river around 22 kilometers from the ranch were he used to spend all summer with his cousins when he was a child. You hadn't explored much of the city since you'd been living there for five months since your return from Colombia. So, you were excited about the idea of discovering your new home state, and most importantly, having a day off to immerse yourself in nature. He was delighted that you had agreed to the plan and suggested that you wear sportswear for hiking and a swimsuit.

You inquired him if his father would join, but he explained that Don Chucho would attend the morning mass and then spend the rest of the day at his brother's house.

"It's just you and me today, mi vida," he promised, his large hands squeezing your hips as he left soft kisses on your shoulders as you prepared containers with cubes of watermelon and mango seasoned with lemon and chile Tajín.

Javier placed a small cooler in the back of his '94 Dodge Ram and filled it with beers, water, the fruits you had prepared, and some tamales you had bought and had leftover from the night before.

You jumped into the passenger seat, and Javi turned on the radio as the truck roared to life. The sound of cumbias tejanas played softly as you admired the view of Laredo's countryside. The wind blew through your hair, and Javi drummed his fingers on the steering wheel syncing with the rhythm of Bobby Pulido's song. You felt his free hand touch yours, and when you looked at him, he took your knuckles and placed a kiss on them. He briefly took his eyes off the road to gaze into yours and said, "You look so beautiful today."

Your cheeks turned red as you laughed shyly, but you couldn't resist teasing him, "Only today?"

He grinned and replied, "You've always been a beauty, chiquita."

Thirty minutes later, Javier parked the truck in an improvised parking lot used by visitors to the river. You grabbed your backpack, which was packed with clean towels and dry underwear, while Javi carried the cooler and his own backpack. As you followed him through the lush vegetation and the cool water of the river, you welcomed the fresh air and the shade of the trees. Families and groups of young friends, some with dogs and others who appeared to have camped there overnight, were scattered about. But you notice that Javi didn't follow the same path as the rest of the visitors.

Curious, you asked Javi, "Where are we going?"

He grinned and replied, "It's a surprise."

You continued hiking uphill, leaving the main river trail further and further behind. However, you could still hear the gentle rush of the river. The air was filled with the fresh aroma of blooming flowers and damp earth. Butterflies fluttered everywhere, and you spotted squirrels and birds with vibrant-colored feathers.

After thirty minutes of hiking, you began to feel very sweaty and tired, especially in your knees due to the rocky path.

"Javi," you called to him, noticing he was climbing effortlessly. "Javi," you called again, a bit more concerned, "Are we lost?"

"Be patient," he responded, sounding a bit agitated but not as much as you were. "You hear that? We're almost there," he encouraged.

You focused on your surroundings, and you could perceive the sound of a waterfall nearby.

You followed him through the large rock formation, and before you knew it, a lagoon fed by a waterfall appeared in front of you. The sun reflected on the surface of the crystal-clear water, making it shimmer. The breeze from the waterfall caressed your face, a soft wind drying your sweat with a gentle, cooling touch, rustling the leaves around you.

The warmth of the sun on your skin and the cool breeze from the river created the perfect atmosphere. It felt like heaven on earth, like an Eden. And the fact that you were there with the person you loved the most made it all feel ethereal.

"You like it?" Javi asked gently in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he wrapped his broad arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"Oh my God, Javi, it's so beautiful," you exclaimed, "I love it."

"Nobody will find us here, mi vida," he promised, "People follow the marked path, not all of them explore the surroundings," he explained. "As I told you, it's just you and me. Wanna take a swim?"

"Oh God, yes!" you exclaimed as you placed your backpack under a tree. You were wearing a black swimsuit under your shorts and oversize sports crop top, so you just had to take them off, and you jumped into the water.

The water was so clear that you could see the rocks at the bottom perfectly, and the shimmer of the sun on your skin. You swam to the center of the lagoon, and you heard the distant splash of another body jumping into the water. By the time you surfaced, Javier was already at your side, hugging your body and placing a peck on your lips as you wrapped his torso with your legs. You combed his hair disheveled by the water, running your fingers through his black hair. Then, you caressed his face, passing your thumbs on his mustache and bottom lip. He closed his eyes, absorbing your gentle petting. Your fingers wandered through the freckles painting his broad chest and shoulders. You cupped his face with your hands and kissed him with the perfect combination of tenderness and passion that you knew drove him completely dumb for you.

When he opened his big brown puppy eyes, he looked at you as if you were everything he had ever known.

"Te amo mucho, flaquita," he expressed tenderly.

"Yo también te amo, mi corazón," you promised.

"Are you hungry?" he asked after a couple of minutes of tender kisses and sweet nothings in the water.

"Very much," you laughed and started swimming to the shore.

Javi placed a towel on a rock near the water, and you both sat down to start eating and drinking what you brought. You even fed a squirrel with a piece of tamal, which made Javi laugh as he watched you melt in cuteness for the little animal.

"So, you used to come here with your cousins?" you asked him, eager to learn about his youth and his family. He nodded.

"We used to climb to the top of the mountain and swim in the river that everyone knows," he explained. But his expression shifted from a normal nostalgic sentiment to almost sadness in his eyes. He fell silent for a moment, and you regretted asking and potentially ruining the great moment you were having. However, he continued, "After my mom passed away, I was very angry with the whole world. I started being rude with my father and I started to smoke and get drunk with my friends." He let out a laugh, but it was empty. You knew little about how he lost his mother, since he didn't like to talk about it. He had told you that she was sick, that he was fifteen at the time, and that his father never married again. "One day I had a big argument with my dad. He was very angry because I failed all my exams, so I ran away and came here to the river. I was so angry and lost in thought that I didn't notice I had taken the wrong trail and got lost. So, I kept walking until I found this place."

He looked at the waterfall and the treetops, and you felt a shiver and a lump in your throat.

"I sat on this very rock and cried my eyes out, thinking about how much I missed my mom and that I was ashamed of my behavior towards my father," he added. "This place became my refuge. I used to come here every time I felt anxious, tired, or sad. I never told or brought anybody to this place, not even my father."

You couldn't help but wonder if he had ever brought Lorraine here. After all, she had been his first fiancée, and you wondered if he had considered sharing this secret place with her. However, you didn't dare to ask him, afraid of his response or of making him lie just to please you.

But he knew you so damn well, almost as if he could hear the unspoken question burning in your mind. He loved your low-key jealousy.

"Not even her," he clarified. His hand took yours and caressed your still-wet fingers, then he placed his big brown eyes on yours, so devoted to you. "The very first moment I saw you, I swear that you reminded me of this place. I don't know if it was the heat of the Colombian summer or the blue dress you wore that day, but seeing you seated at your desk brought me a peace I haven't felt in a long time."

You felt tears of happiness gathering in your eyes, butterflies in your stomach, and your cheeks turning cherry red. Javi moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his intense gaze still on your bright eyes.

"In that moment, I told myself that I have to bring you here, as my wife. Today is the first time I came back in seven years since I left for Colombia. And you are the only person I've ever shown my most precious secret."

Your hands reached for his face, making him stay still as you kissed him deeply and passionately. His hands went to your back, pulling you closer and kissing you back. You tasted the saltiness of your tears in between the kiss, but so did Javi, so he wiped them away with his thumb.

"I promised to you to be worthy of you, baby, and I intend to make it last forever," he promised.

"You have my heart, Javi," you promised back. "You're everything I have."

He leaned in to kiss your lips again, and then he stood up, pulling you up too.

"Enough of crying, babygirl. Let's swim," he said as he stepped into the water, but you let go of his hand, making him frown.

"Wait," you said, looking around, "Are you sure nobody knows about this lagoon?"

"I'm damn sure, baby. What's the matter?" he said, a bit confused, until he saw you taking off your swimsuit. His eyes darkened as they roamed your completely naked body, and you noticed his Adam's apple moving up and down.

"Is it okay?" you asked him, a mix of innocence and naughtiness that made his cock throb inside his shorts.

"You're amazing," he said as he started taking off his own swimsuit and then pulled you to him and into the water.

He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your chest, and you felt his cock half-hardened against your lower belly. But he let you go, and instead of diving straight into sexual matters, you both swam all around the lagoon, drank all the beers, bathed under the stream of the waterfall, and explored the depths searching for weird-shaped rocks. Sex was an amazing experience in your relationship. You both enjoyed each other's bodies and could spend hours tangled in your shared bed, on the couch, or in any other intimate place. The two of you also knew that there were many ways to make love, and not all of them were about sex. This was one of the connections that Javier learned from being with you. He adored your naked body, and it turned him on. There were days when he just couldn't keep his hands off you. However, he also learned to appreciate it in a way that went beyond lustful desires, reaching a level of intimacy that felt almost divine. He saw you through your nakedness, connecting with your soul, and vice versa.

But when you do fuck, you mean it.

The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the lagoon. You felt his bare body behind you, his arms around your torso as he kissed your neck. You began to rub your buttcheeks against his cock, making him hiss.

Javi's hands disappeared under the water, looking for your core. His index and middle finger found your clit and began to traced gentle circles as he squeezed one of your breasts with his free hand.

You let out a couple of soft moans, trying to keep as quiet as possible, but Javi fastened his touch, making it so hard for you.

"Don't worry, nobody will hear us," he assured you, whispering to your ear, "C'mon, bonita, let me hear you begging for my cock."

"Javi...", you whimpered, feeling his dick slipping on your ass and his fingers between your folds.

"You're such a Goddess," he praised. Javier knew every detail about how to make love to you. He was proud of knowing every corner of your body, every angle, every freckle and every beauty mark over your body. He knew how to made you whimper and scream, and how to make you undone. Yet, he never get bored, not even after three years of relationship and the most wonderful four months of marriage. He would never had enough of every aspect of you.

"I... I need to... feel you inside," you whimpered.

He wanted to made you cum with his fingers and his mouth first, as he always do. But the scene was so kinky and erotic, making his cock throb so painfully.

"Fuck," he hiss, as he carried you, making you gasp, and took you back to the towel.

Javi laid down and you jumped on top of him. His cock was lying on his belly, so you started rubbing it between your wet folds, massaging your clit with his head. His hands captured your hips, so tight you think it would let bruises with the shape of his fingers. But you didn't care, it felt so good.

"I don't brought condoms, baby," he confessed.

"Are you telling me that you planned all this so I let you cum inside of me?", you teased, he shrugged playfully. "You're such a bad boy."

"What are you gonna do about it? Don't tell me that you don't want it too, feel your tight pussy filled with my cum," he whispered, making your core throb around his cock. He grinned, feeling you become even wetter. "I was thinking about starting to build that second bedroom I told you about. How does that sound?"

That was the signal. You and Javi lived in a house that he build years ago. It was at three kilometer from his father's ranch, and since he was not planning to get married at that time, the house only had one room. But now that the panorama had changed, the house was about to transform from a bachelor house to a family home. Starting for make a baby's room next to the the main room.

And just like that, Javi was asking you about starting to try. You answered with a nod and a shaking sigh, your body reacting to his words.

"C'mon, cowgirl, let's put a baby on you," he added, as you took his cock to your entrance. You moan hard as you felt his length stretching your walls, clenching around him. "Fuck, I love that pussy," he groaned.

He was also mesmerized by the view of you on top of him: your skin glowing at the sunlight, drops of water over your shoulders, your wet hair waving with soft air, your hands on his chests, your hardened nipples and your drop-shaped breasts. You looked gorgeous as always.

"You feel so deep, Javi," you moan, starting to moving back and forth, up and down with gentle movements. His pubic hair caressing your swollen clit, his hands over your hips and waist. "I want you to fill my pussy with your cum."

His cock felt different without a condom. You were a married couple, but you still had intercourse with protection, given that you didn't have plans to have a baby until now, and Javi wasn't selfish to make you take pills full of hormones and side effects. He always tried to have condoms on hand, and even though he had insisted that you didn't have to take morning-after pills, you both had sex without protection a couple of times. You always let him know how much you loved his bare cock inside of you and you knew how much he loved it too.

Your whimpers mixed with the sound of the waterfall was music for Javi's ears. He began to push his hips up at the same time as you went down, meeting each other halfway. The air was filled with filthy sounds of wet bodies and moans and whimpers. His name escaped your lips like a prayer, as he watch his cock disappeared inside your dripping cunt.

"I'm comin'... I'm... fuck...," you cried, as you felt a knot buildup on your lower belly.

"I know baby, I can feel your pussy clenching for me," he said. Javi took control of the situation, as you let him fuck you nice and deep, one thumb on your clit and his free arm around your waist to make you stay still. You placed your hands at both sides of his head, so he was able to capture your nipple with his mouth, making you cried and soaking wet.

"Don't you fuckin' stop, Javier! Just like that, me gusta cuando me coges así," you pleaded as he fastened his thrusts.

"Quiero verte corriéndote en mi verga," he commanded.

You reached your climax with a silent scream as the waves of pleasure washed over you, squirting over his cock. You pulled your hips up unconsciously, but he pulled you back down again, buried so deep into you. You felt him almost rubbing your cervix as his warm and thick load painted your walls.

He was also growling and letting out soft whimpers as he watched your pussy dripping a mix of his cum and your honey.

Javi pull out and placed your body beside him, kissing your collarbone and caressing the curves of your waist as you came down from your cloud of bliss.

"That was amazing," you murmured after a minute, your cheeks burning. You cupped his cheeks and kiss him on the lips again.

"I wanna swim again," he said, starting to stood up taking your hand to follow him.

But you pulled him closer, pressing his chest against your breasts as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, your tongues entwining. "You're not going anywhere. I told you that you were a bad boy, and you must be punished for that behavior, mister."

He grinned devilishly as you placed your hands over his shoulders and pushed him down your body.

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[wiypt-writes]

Rawhide

Chapter 12: Islands In The Stream

Summary: Following your abduction and subsequent rescue from Hydra, Steve deems your home unsafe and therefore the both of you head to a Shield safe house. But the last thing either of you expected to need safety from was each other…

Warnings: NSFW. Smut (18+). Bad language, arguments and Steve playing his Alpha card…being a bit of a bossy bastard and displaying some questionable behaviour…mmmmmm

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCs that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine.

W/C: 8.2k

A/N: Steve is actually a bit of a jerk here…lol, sorry not sorry… Thanks to my beta/co-writer for this one, @spectre-posts and @caffiend-queen who did the honours of casting a second eye over this…as it’s a ram packed chapter and I needed to make sure the links/dots/lines all joined…

Rawhide Masterlist// Main Masterlist

Ch11

It was hours later and you felt drained. Not just from your ordeal but from the - for want of a better word - interrogation Steve had put you through on the journey to the safe house. Despite the fact Fury had pretty much explained everything in far more detail than you could, your Alpha still wanted to comb over every aspect with you. You recounted what had happened when you’d woken, what they’d threatened to do, how they’d injected you with the fake serum, how you’d pulled on your training and resisted a direct Alpha command from Rumlow but instead had faked your compliance...

At that point you had averted your eyes, not wanting to tell Steve you’d kissed Rumlow as part of your ruse, and you’d taken a deep, shuddering breath and your hand tangled into Commando’s fur, as the faithful dog lay his head in your lap.

“Rogers, c’mon.” Natasha sighed, “leave her alone. There’s clearly nothing else she can tell you.”

Steve shot her a glare before he ran his hand through his hair. “You’re hiding something, ‘mega.” He said softly to you, as the jet began to descend.

You looked at him, your eyes wide, but he didn’t press you. Instead, he simply remained silent until you had all descended down the ramp of the jet. Bucky and Sam were waiting for you, Steve greeting them both first before Sam gave you a huge hug.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired, but I’m okay.”

“The ranch is fine,” Bucky looked at Steve, “no sign that anyone’s been there. We’ll do another round later before we crash but-“

“I’m not risking it.” Steve shook his head, “I know everyone keeps telling me that it’s the last place they’d try but…until I’ve dealt with Rumlow, then she, we, stay here.”

“Sure.” Bucky popped a shoulder, his eyes straying to Natasha who was standing off to the side with Clint, Peter, and Bruce. “So where’s Carter?”

“With Fury.” Steve took a deep breath. “Her cover will have been blown now so Hydra will know what she has on them. As such, we suspect they’ll be going even deeper underground than before. But we’ve got Hill and Coulson out looking for them. First sniff, then I’m going in.”

“Steve-“

“In?” Bucky ignored you, “as in…”

“I’ll demand an Alpha Battle.” Steve said, his jaw set, and you felt your blood run cold.

“No, Steve-“

“You’ll be my second, I assume?” This time it was Steve that ignored you.

“Of course…” Bucky nodded, “but…”

“Then it’s settled.”

“You can’t…Steve-“ you protested again but were once more ignored.

“You know he won’t fight fair, right?” Bucky looked at Steve, “He’ll come mob-handed and tooled up…”

“Oh, I’m counting on it.” Steve grit his teeth, “But we’ll do the same-“

“WILL YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!” The force of your yell made everyone turn to look at you, not just the two men in front of you. You felt the eyes of everyone in the room on you, but you didn’t care. “An Alpha Battle, are you insane?”

“No, quite the opposite,” Steve looked at you. “It’s the oldest Alpha law of the land, it goes back to the days when we lived in packs.“

“I know what it is!” You snapped.

“Then you’ll also know that consent to a straight-up Alpha Battle binds an Alpha to the outcome.” Thor cut in, his voice loud but calm, “Magpie, the Alpha who wins takes whatever the wager was and it becomes his right. It is a law of nature that cannot be broken, any more than the Soul Bond you and the Captain share.”

“But you have to win!” You looked at Steve, and were annoyed to see that his face simply wore a look of amusement.

“You don’t think I can?”

“You Alpha Battled him before, you said he almost had you beat…”

Steve sighed, “It wasn’t a straight-up Alpha Battle as such, but… he distracted me. He was armed, it wasn’t a clean fight. He brought more than his one second, and…”

“And if he does it again?”

“We’ll be ready.” Steve said, “Doll, the point isn’t for me to win the Alpha Battle, or to take control of Hydra. It’s to rip his fucking head off.”

You looked at Steve, painfully aware that everyone else in the lounge of the safe house was watching. You could also feel the red hot determination and anger bubbling within him.

"I need some air," you swallowed back the thick knot in your throat. You were sweating, a heat burning from deep inside. Anger, frustration, irritation. It was mixing like shaken oil and water. If you didn't get a moment to sort yourself out, you weren't sure which emotion would separate first. You didn’t wait for anyone to try and stop you, instead you headed to the door but annoyingly found it locked.

“Seriously?” You growled as you whipped to glare at your Alpha.

“Hey, look…we…we should be going.” Sam quickly suggested to the rest of the gathered team.

"Where the hell are you gonna go? The door’s locked." You bit in annoyance.

“Y/N, stop.” Steve snapped a little, he then took a deep breath. “You guys go, let me know if anything comes up.”

As you stared at him, the rest of the team began to move to the door, Natasha keying in a code on the keypad you had failed to notice.

“Stay safe,” Bucky’s words were the final ones any of them said, and as Steve jerked his head in acknowledgment, the door clicked shut and locked behind them.

You stared. You stared and you stared, for how long you weren't sure. Your body language was rigid, arms folded over your chest, teeth gnawing on the corner of your lip. You were huffing and puffing through your nose.

“Omega…why don’t you go take a bath?” Steve spoke softly.

"Fine."

“Are you hungry?”

"No."

“Okay.”

You softened a little, "Steve we need to talk about this. This is reckless."

“It’s the only way we can end this once and for all. You’ve seen what their defences are like, it took pretty much our entire Special Ops team to get you out. He won’t stop.”

"I know he won't stop. That's what scares me. Terrifies me. He'll kill you."

“He won’t.”

"This makes me sick."

“You know what makes me sick?” Steve’s tone grew suddenly impatient and slightly snappy. You frowned as he continued. “You, standing there, reeking of him and hiding something from me.”

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

“No, I’m not. And the fact you’re keeping something from me makes me worried, sweetheart, really worried.”

"The fact that you suddenly don't trust me disgusts me." You shook your head and stormed away, but a heavy hand caught your bicep.

“It’s not you that I don’t trust.” Steve let go of your arm as you wrenched it from his grip.

"Doesn't fucking feel like it." Your voice was sad, tone wet. “I knew this would catch up with me eventually, I knew it would. Everything else has just been collateral damage."

“Collateral…” Steve blinked, “what…what are you talking about? What is collateral?”

"You, the team, this fucking new war. The people that died. That's on me."

“No, it’s not. It’s on Hydra!” Steve pointed out of the door, “this is not your fault.“

There was silence and you felt Steve’s Alpha warmth curl around you, like a serum itself. And then you felt an overwhelming sense of disgust and shame as the image of Rumlow kissing you flashed across your mind.

“What are you hiding?” Steve pressed.

“Nothing.” You turned and walked off for the third time.

Steve snarled. You felt weighted down and then came his Alpha command. “Omega, don’t walk away from me. Stop. Now.”

But you kept going. It was painful, agonising and physically ailing. It was much harder to disobey than Rumlow’s direct one had been for some reason…but, you could still do it.

And then you realised, actually, no, you didn’t want to. And you didn’t want Steve realising how hard you found all of this.

“Fuck you!” You yelled and suddenly, your mind and vision and senses went black. A split second later, the room reappeared but you were facing Steve. He looked at you, astonished. Your eyes were flashing gold and as he straightened up, blinking as the pain in his head subsided he realised you’d pushed him out of your mind. You’d managed to shield your thoughts and feelings in a way that it was believed only Alphas could.

And, had you not been so pissed off and upset, Steve might have dwelled a little on that, pointed it out to you. But as it was, he could sense and feel you were full of nothing but rage towards him.

"How dare you!" You clenched your fists, causing painful indents in your palms. “You Alpha commanded me, you absolute bastard!“

“Y/N…you’re hiding something from me!“

“So, I’m not allowed to keep anything to myself now? You know what? You say you’re different from Rumlow or Bryce, but you’re just the same! Can’t stand the face of your lowly Omega…”

“I’m nothing like those fuckers.” Steve snarled, anger seeping from every inch of his body but you didn’t care. It didn’t scare you, in fact, it angered you. Angered you to the point that you had every notion to snag his jaw with your right hook.

However, your tough resolve broke as you tightened your jaw and swallowed hard. "You want me to tell you what happened? You won’t allow me to keep anything to myself, then fine!” Steve took a deep breath, his arms falling to his hips as he waited. “I’ll fucking show you.”

He then saw you raise your hand to your mark. Instantly his mind was flooded with an image, which was like a collection of snapshots, a slide show almost which showed you, where you’d been, your brother slapping you, the injection, the alpha command, the kiss…and through it all, he felt everything you had. Fear, anger, upset, pain and then hope when you realised who Sharon was…

His mind went blank as he winced, blinking a little before he raised his head to look at you.

"I lied. I lied to Rumlow, I made him think he had control over me by giving in to what he wanted, to make him think he'd won.” You took a breath, tears filling your eyes. “You wanna see more, find out what I really felt, how disgusted I was, how afraid?” Steve stayed still, but you didn’t miss the wave of emotion that was spilling from him. You could feel it. Anger, guilt, hurt.

“I don’t need to.” He whispered softly, “I already felt it.” He looked at you, then swallowed and his head dropped. “I let you down, I…I failed you, I should have kept you safe.”

His pain and guilt overwhelmed you, and you wanted to break and sob, the pain he was feeling crippled you. But you were still angry. Angry at what you felt was a betrayal, his attempt to use his Alpha powers on you.

“I need to take a bath or a shower…whatever.” And without looking back you left, storming up the stairs, Commando following you.

You slammed the door to the bathroom, gripped the small sink, and stared at your reflection. You were tired, worn down and the remnants of your rescue remained. Hair unkempt, dirt and smoke caked to your skin from explosions and flying debris. A bath wouldn't help, not even a shower would cut the grime that seeped deeply into your soul. The harder you stared, the more focused you became. You white-knuckled the cheap porcelain and with a feral shout, you screamed in an abundance of distress, your eyes glowing yellow.

The change shocked you. You’d never seen that before, bar the night you slept with Steve for the first time- his eyes had done the same.

“Fucking soul bond.” You cursed, turning to start the bath which stood against the wall of the plainly decorated, but clean and reasonably comfortable bathroom of the safe house. You knew Steve would have heard you, felt you, and you expected him to appear in the door. But he didn’t. There was nothing.

“Good, stay there." You snorted. "Bastard."

Commando nudged your hand with his nose.

"Hey boy," you sighed. "I'm okay." He gave a little noise that was halfway between a grunt and a whine as he sat down beside you. "I promise," you kneeled and scratched at his chest and ears.

He licked your face, his tail thumping on the tiled floor. You stayed like that, gently talking to him and scratching him whilst the tub filled up. You ran the water so hot that you could see the steam coming from the surface. Kicking Commando out, you stripped bare and slipped into the tub. You hissed as the water burned your skin. You lay back, allowing the warmth to seep into your tired muscles. Your shoulders ached, your legs were restless and your cheek was starting to throb again from the slap your brother had delivered to you.

So much ran through your head, and not just about Hydra. You’d managed to ignore two direct Alpha orders now. One with relative ease, and the other with a certain about of pain but you’d still done it, in a way you’d never been able to before. What was going on with you? Were these changes simply down to the soul bond? Was it just that you were taking on Steve’s traits, as that research has suggested?

Would Thor know? Maybe you could ask…that said, you had no idea what was going to happen over the next day or so. If Shield managed to track Hydra down, then… You didn’t even want to think about that, about what Steve’s plan was. With the war raging between two sides, you feared it could be the last battle he undertook. And that was enough to destroy you.

You took a deep breath, your stomach, which was churning was also now starting to object at the lack of sustenance you’d had over…well, actually, when was the last time you’d eaten? You supposed it had been, what, yesterday's breakfast? Some 36 hours or so? You dunked your head and scrubbed away the traumas so roughly that your skin tingled. You wrapped in towels and padded across to the bedroom. Commando was on the bed and you could smell food being prepared below. It made you feel ravenous.

You then realised you had nothing to wear. With a groan, you set about rifling through the closet. It wasn’t full, but there were a few tee shirts, a hoodie, and a pair of sweats which from the smell belonged to Steve. They were a little musty, clearly having been stored for a while. You dressed, pulled the tie on the waistband to suit your hips and then slipped the tee over your head. It'd have to do.

Steve’s smell washed over you, but in your current state and mindset, his scent repulsed you and that made you want to cry. But you didn't. You swallowed them back and carried on. You flopped onto the bed, which was surprisingly soft, and stared at the ceiling before you turned on your side. Exhaustion was creeping in, the adrenaline on its last tendrils through your veins. As your eyes grew heavy, you barely registered the bedroom door opening.

Soft footsteps made their way to the bed, and you heard the familiar sound of a glass being placed down on the wooden surface. You opened one eye, just in time to see Steve leave, a glass of juice on the nightstand by the bed.

As sleep took over, your mind played back everything from the time the lights in the tower had gone out.

The smells, noises, the feel of the uncomfortable cot on which you’d laid… The burning eyes of your brother and his vile stench that permeated off of him as he confronted you. It made you retch and you twitched in your sleep, your head snapping to the side as you dreamed. Rumlow’s appearance sent your head in the other direction and from there it moved fast but clear. With a sudden gasp you sat bolt upright, shaking with fear. The room was dark, the bed beside you empty. At your feet, you heard commando stir and you reached out for him automatically.

Running one hand over his coat and the other over your face and down your neck, you brushed your bond marking, unintentionally.

Immediately you heard Steve as his voice filled your head.

“Y/N?”

"Just a dream."

“Oh. Okay. Are you hungry, do you need anything?”

"I could eat."

“I’ll fetch you some dinner.”

"I'll come out."

“Okay.”

You sighed and lowered your hand. You were starving, you wanted food.

You climbed off the bed and headed downstairs. You crossed the strange feeling open-plan living space to the little table in the kitchen and Steve watched you as you sat down.

“I made tacos.” He spoke, his voice soft. “If you don’t want that then…well, I’m limited as that’s all Pete appears to have had time to stick in the fridge.”

"Tacos are fine." You grabbed a plate and began filling it.

Silence stretched before you, and eventually, Steve cleared his throat. “I’m…I'm gonna take Commando outside. Leave you to eat. I won’t go far.”

You nodded and when the door closed, you tossed your taco shell to the plate and sighed harshly. "For fucks sakes."

Taking a moment, you bit your cheek before you continued to grab what you wanted from the dishes Steve had left prepared and you sat down to eat.

Outside, Steve hadn't gone far at all. In fact, he stayed merely a stone’s toss from the door.

He absentmindedly tossed a stick for Commando to chase as he thought back over the last day or so. He had been through every single emotion that could possibly exist. Now, you were back. But his relief had lasted mere hours and given way to this horrific feeling of guilt and shame at his actions.

He took a seat on the tallest porch step, the shack of a safe house behind him, you inside. Each burning emotion you felt since he'd found you had been felt by him through your bond. He was angry at himself, for so many things, but commanding you as he had done was unforgivable, and he deserved your ire. He'd never betrayed anyone’s trust like that before. So what possessed him now to do so was unbeknownst to even him. Your comments about mind and reaction, and physical feeling all floored him. But what was killing him most was the fact that he just wanted to hold you, keep you close, feel you by his side as you fell into a comfortable sleep, knowing you were safe. He wanted to kiss the back of your neck as you slept, whisper that he loved you even though he knew you were so deep in the land of nod you wouldn’t hear. He wanted to be there to kiss away your tears when the inevitable nightmares arrived.

The physical ache of one’s mate being so out of reach was painful.

With a sigh, he watched as Commando dropped the stick at his feet again. “Fucked it up, huh, boy?” With a whine and grunt, the dog leaned at Steve's feet, nosing the stick toward him. He bent over, groaning a little at the click in his back as he did so, and then flung it out over the dimly lit yard.

Steve knew you wanted answers, needed them. He did too. But he wanted this war to be over far more. He couldn’t see any other way than the one he’d suggested. He knew that scared you, but what choice did he have?

He yearned for the comfort of his ranch, for the familiarity of his horses, the simplicity of his job. He wanted the carefree nature of his life back, where the most pressing things he needed to consider were pasture rotations, potential footrot in the cattle, and making sure he had ordered enough feed and baled enough hay. He wanted to take you out riding the trails again, see the sunlight as it bounced off your hair and twinkled in your eyes. It seemed like an age since either of you had done anything like that, and right now, Steve would give anything to just ignore the problem at hand and walk away.

But he couldn’t.

Commando's head and ears perked up as he heard you move through the house. Steve did too, a sense in him changing. You felt calmer in your aura but he could still smell the scent of your distress as if he were next to you. Steve looked down at his four-legged best friend and sighed, "Let's go see if we can sort this mess, huh?"

Commando wagged his tail and headed in through the door before Steve, who paused to lock it. You looked around from where you’d been rinsing your plate in the sink.

“I put the leftovers in the fridge.” You turned back to your task.

“Y/N... Please, can we talk?" He saw your shoulders stiffen, and he sighed. “Okay. It doesn’t matter…I’ll…I’ll wait.”

"I don't know what to say that you can't already feel from me, Steve."

He licked his lips, “you’re right. Forget it. I’ll…I’m just gonna nip and use the bathroom. I’ll sleep down here tonight.”

When he came back, you were sitting on the love seat, waiting. "I won't sleep much tonight." You popped a shoulder in explanation.

He nodded, “okay.”

As he sat, you moved to the armrest as far as you could. You pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs, closing yourself off from him physically. Your chin rested against your kneecap.

It was quiet, too quiet. And then you sniffed, staring ahead at the non-existent flames of an empty fireplace. "Why would you do that to me, Steve?"

“Because I’m an asshole. A stubborn asshole who always thinks he’s right.” He said, his voice quiet as he licked his lips. “And, despite what I try and protest to the contrary, I’m an alpha and I crave control. When there are things that affect the people I care about, it makes me feel powerless…and I can’t deal with it.”

"Why control me if you want me to be an equal? I may be an Omega but this bond between us signifies so much more than that." Your eyes burned with the sting of your tears.

“It wasn’t about controlling you.”

"Could have fooled me."

“It’s about controlling me. I can’t deal with feeling powerless.”

"So to make YOU feel better you abused our bond?"

“Basically, yeah.” He took a deep breath, “like I said, asshole.”

You were speechless. You didn't know what to say.

“The worst thing about you being taken…it was that I couldn’t stop it. I failed you, after I promised never to do that. I promised I’d keep you safe and that no one would hurt you…and I couldn’t…”

You looked at him as he spoke.

“Then when I found out that Fury had been lying and that everything we’d been looking into and chasing for the last fuck knows how long was just a huge fuckin’ lie…” he swallowed, his eyes fixed on his hands as they were clasped in his lap. “Then when you wouldn’t tell me the whole story, I guess…well, that was one thing I could control in this whole shitty ass mess. And I fucked up. Big time. And I understand you’re angry. I betrayed you. I know. I used my power against you, and you’re right, that makes me no better than your brother or Rumlow.”

"I didn't enjoy it if that's what you're assuming. If that's what you think you saw. It made me sick. But I had to make him believe, Steve. I had to play along or Sharon and I would've both been dead."

“No, I…” he shook his head as he looked at you, “I don’t. I never thought that. I told you, I thought he hurt you.”

"What would it have mattered if he did? Would you take him on sooner as an even high risk?"

“I don’t know.”

"I'm heartbroken, Steve. I'm scared. I'm hurt."

“I know, I feel it.” He took a deep breath, and then his voice cracked, “and the thought you’re stuck here with me, with someone you can’t stand the sight of, all because of this-“ he gestured to his mark, “makes me feel sick. I should have listened to my head, controlled myself when I bonded you, let you get to know me more…Rumlow might not have taken you, and you…well, you’d be able to just leave and carry on your life as normal.”

"What are you saying?"

“That I’m sorry you can’t leave like I know you want to.”

At that, your anger boiled over, and this time you couldn’t stop yourself from landing a stinging slap on his left cheek. His head whipped to the side and his eyes closed, as he took a deep breath.

"Don't you ever say that to me again." You snarled, “yes, we moved incredibly fast. But we know why. And I may be hurt and broken, but damn it the worst part of it is I love you so much and it scares me.” You were full-on sobbing now, and Steve looked at you, his face contorted with the pain he was feeling at resisting the urge to hold you and soothe you. “It scares me the control you have without even pushing for it. Now I know what it feels like when you do. But never would I think of just walking away."

You took a deep breath and shifted a little in your seat, cuddling deeper into Steve’s hoodie.

“I’m sorry.” He offered, gently, and you knew he was.

You wiped your eyes furiously with the heel of your palm and swallowed. "So now what?”

“I’d like you to get some rest. I can feel you. You’re tired and hurt.” Steve was careful to phrase it as a request. “Tomorrow we’ll regroup.“

You nodded. Then you sighed, and you gave in to your fear, another tear trickling down your face. "I'm scared to sleep, Steve."

“Nothing is gonna happen to you whilst I’m here. We’re safe, that I can promise you.”

He watched as you gnawed your lip. Your inner turmoil seeping out of you in waves. You wanted him to hold you, comfort you, but you were still pissed. “Y/N…”

"What?"

“What do you want me to do?“

"I don't know," you whispered as your rough exterior started to rattle.

Steve felt your pain, and he swallowed, taking a deep breath. His hands hung by his side, opening and fisting as he fought the desire to sweep you into his arms.

"I want to be mad and angry as hell, but I need you."

“You can be all three,” he shrugged, “they’re not exclusive.”

Your lip started to wobble, "Steve... Please..."

In a flash, he closed the distance between you on the seat and you were in his strong arms. One hand firmly at the base of your back, the other cupping your head as you pressed your face into his neck.

“I gotchu, Doll.”

"Don't let me go."

"Never.”

You pulled back to gaze up at him and his bearded lips sealed over yours.

As your Alpha kissed you, your bond became the driving force. Your hands slid up his chest and neck, his jaw cradled by your palms and your finger grazed his mark. Your mind flooded with feelings and senses. You could feel the bond working, golden tendrils moving through you like the sea moving into shore. And like a needle and thread, the bond sought to stitch gaping wounds and embalm sores like a salve.

Your hands gripped his face tighter as you deepened the kiss, pouring everything you had into him. The hurt, fear, anger…none of it mattered now. You needed your Alpha. A vibration sounded from his chest as he grunted in reply. The call of your bond was stronger than your frustrations and now carnal desire stood between you.

“Alpha…” you whispered, your voice lowly and full of want.

“Omega…”

“I need you.”

His hands easily found your hips and soon the back of your thighs as he lifted you from your feet to his waist. His lips not leaving yours as he carried you to the back room. You heard the door thud shut as he kicked it with his boot-clad foot, and soon your back touched the comforter of the bed as he lay you down, never once breaking your kiss. Shedding your clothes was easy, the oversized tee and gray sweats tossed to the floor. You had nothing on under and now you were completely bare.

His eyes grew dark as he took in the sight of you, before his mouth gently peppered warm kisses across your collar bone. Your body curled around his, your knees open to allow his frame to slot between before they bent at his hips. Your hands fanned through his longer hair as they took fistfuls of those darkened blonde locks. Your head tilted back as a sigh escaped you.

His beard scratched at your sensitive skin, the slight burn soothed by his soft mouth. It was a juxtaposition that echoed him perfectly; his rough, tough Alpha nature contrasting to the soft, caring side he held for you.

"Steve...."

“Y/N…”

"Please, Alpha..."

Steve moved back, stripping off his own clothes as you watched, your chest heaving with a heady combination of lust and anticipation. Your eyes were more than occupied with the specimen before you. The smattering of hair across bulging pectorals, the cut abs, and scarred skin from war and ranch work. The strength you knew behind those thick thighs. His muscles flexed and twitched as he climbed back on the bed, leaning over you, those strong arms supporting his weight as he bent down to kiss you again. Your nails scratched down his sides and you found your way to his hard cock. Your warm palm wrapped around him and his arms faltered a little as his eyes closed, a grunt catching in his throat. Your warm palm wrapped around him and his arms faltered a little as his eyes closed, a grunt catching in his throat.

"'Mega...." He strained.

You twisted your wrist, slowly. Once, twice, and on the third go his lips plunged back to yours as he moved, his fingers gripping the forearm of the hand that was wrapped around his cock. You wanted him, and you wanted to allow those golden threads to seal that last wound.

He could feel you, feel your Omega calling to him as he threaded his fingers between yours and pressed your hands into the mattress, either side of your head. “I hear you, doll."

You let out a soft moan, his lips caressed your bonding mark and you shivered as tiny prickles of pleasure erupted across your skin.

"Alpha, please..."

With a shuffle of his hips, he let go of your left hand to reach down with his right. A quick pump of himself left him lining up with your entrance. He ran his tip through your folds and teased your clit.

"I don't... I can't fight it, sweetheart."

"Don't. Just let go."

His fingers tightened around yours as he pushed into you. You felt each inch as he bottomed out, his arms straining, the tension clear in his jaw.

"Oh fuck," you choked on the feeling. You were being stretched wide, almost like it was the first time.

His hips moved back, slowly, before he thrust back into you. Again, and again. Despite what he had said, his movements were measured, slow, a deliberate pull and push between your bodies as his eyes studied yours from above, his torso held up by his strong arms.

You nipped at the skin of his inner bicep as he rolled in and out of you. His grunts were feral but his rhythm was very much who he was, controlled. You could feel his control, the fight he was having internally, but it no longer hurt him. As you were bonded now, there was no fear behind any of it, just a desire to please and love on you.

"More Alpha, I want more," you rasped. Your end of the bond pulled at his Alpha, beckoning him with your scent

“Fuck, ‘mega…” he growled, his teeth nipping your bond as he sped up slightly.

Slicked skin from arousal between you and sticky with sweat as your bodies metaphorically ignited in flames as he took you. You panted in his ear and moaned as his dirty grind changed into an up tilt to hit your soft spot deep inside. You moved with him, his body lower now, your nipples like diamond peaks as hard muscles of his pecs skimmed them with each push and pull he gave you.

You hooked your legs over his narrowed hips and locked your ankles at the small of Steve's back. You pushed him inward with each forward thrust and your newfound strength didn't keep him far on the pullout either.

“Shit, baby…” he grunted as your nails dug into the back of his knuckles, “Jesus you feel good…”

"Mmmmhhmmmm," you whimpered. "I... Fuck... I... I love you."

“I love you too…So much…you’re mine…” his teeth nipped at your skin, right at the hollow of your throat. “All mine.”

"I'm yours Steve, I'm yours. You... Own...me." You gasped between thrusts.

Fuck…” his hands quickly released yours and you felt his arms slide between your back and the comforter. He then moved, lifting you up as he sat back on his ankles, causing you to gasp and groan as he seated you in his lap.

"Jesus..."

He thrust up into you, strong arms around you holding you close. His face buried into your cleavage, nose trailing up your sternum. His hand then gripped the back of your neck and pulled you down for a kiss that was a fierce gnash of teeth and tongues.

“I’ll tear the fucking world down to keep you safe.” His lips spoke against yours, the ferocious undertone to his words made you shiver.

There was your Alpha, the one that burned around the edges of control and held a hardened tenacity. His growl sent your edge teetering.

"Fuck, Alpha, I'm gonna...." You whined.

“Let go…I gotchu, doll.”

With a snap of his hips three more times, you clenched around him, his given name a cry on your lips as you followed it with a shuddering whimper. Your whole body responded to your orgasm, opening up your mind and soul to your bond, allowing your entire being to connect with Steve.

Steve felt the warmth of your body as it surrendered to him and he groaned, holding you tighter as he shuffled on his knees, rising taller as he continued to thrust in and out of you. Your body was limp as you blissfully took what was left of him, for in no time his stamina gave way and he was releasing inside you.

The pair of you clung to one another, his face pressed to your chest as your chin rested on his head. You could feel his heart through your own chest and undoubtedly he could feel yours. Your eyes felt hazy and you wondered if their color changed again as it had before.

Eventually, you felt him move, his lips pressing soft kisses to the swell of your breasts before he looked up at you, those blue eyes back to their crystal azure shade, pupils no longer blown.

“You okay?”

Your hands danced up his back, over his shoulders before your fingers thread through his hair, brushing it back off his forehead. “Yeah, I’m good…more than good. Are you?"

“I am now I know you’re safe…” he whispered.

Your eyes shone with tears as the sentiment of his words hit you.

He swallowed, his hands moving to cup your cheeks as he pulled you down for a soft, slow kiss. “I’m sorry…”

"I know." The words stuck in your throat, for within his apology lay the reason you now suddenly felt overwhelmingly guilty at having even suggested he was anything like Rumlow or your brother. Because whilst Steve might need control, and had tried to use it over you, he didn’t enjoy it. It made him ache, feel dirty, and wrong.

"I'm sorry, Steve," you cried, "I'm so sorry."

“Hey, shush…” he soothed you, his hands tucking your hair behind your ears. “Don’t…please don’t.”

"I was horrible."

“And I was a fucking asshole. You had every right to be angry and upset.” His lips kissed away your tears as they fell down your cheeks.

"Never again, never, I swear it."

“Stop…stop…” Steve hushed you. “Please.”

"Okay," you inhaled deeply. His scent had changed, a calming feeling emitted from him, like a chamomile tea or lavender bath.

With a gentle, easy movement he set you down, and scooped you into his arms.

"Where are we going?" You sniffed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"A bath and then sleep, 'Mega."

“I already had a bath,” you nuzzled into him as he opened the door and carried you down the hall.

"Not with me you haven't."

You giggled as his bare feet slapped softly against the bare wooden floor, his skin still warm against yours as he held you effortlessly in his arms.

You knew now you'd sleep peacefully tonight, open wounds stitched and sores of heartache healed between you.

******

Steve, however, did not sleep peacefully. He was restless all night, tossing and turning as you lay beside him.

It was about four in the morning when you moved to straddle him. The pads of your fingers cupped his bearded jawline as you leaned down and kissed every frown and worry line you could see or feel on his face. Soon after, with his large cock once more stuffed inside of you, you were slowly rolling your hips as his large hands gripped your waist. As you rode him, he could think about nothing but you; feel nothing but you; sense nothing but you. And when you’d both reached your climax, you collapsed forward onto him, his arms holding you close.

Your sweat-slicked bodies stayed pressed together, your minds were quiet and sated, which meant Steve managed to finally drift off to sleep. He was awoken a few hours later, far earlier than he would have liked, when the safe house alarm system tripped, signalling the arrival of Bucky and Sam.

You were soon joined by the rest of the team, and you helped Pete and Natasha prepare a hearty breakfast for you all before conversations struck up around the group. And you beelined for Thor, keen to see if he had any further understanding on the abilities you suspected were coming from your Soul Bond.

“You’re brooding.” Bucky observed as he sat next to Steve. “And doing a crappy job at shielding.”

“I fucked up.” Steve sighed, his eyes straying to where you were sitting with Thor.

Bucky frowned, “how do you mean?”

“I knew she was hiding something, about what Rumlow did. She wouldn’t tell me, and was about to walk away so...”

“You Alpha commanded her, didn’t you?”

Steve nodded, “and I broke her trust.”

“Idiot.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “So how did that work out for you?”

Steve glared at Bucky. “Not good. She was so mad and angry. And she completely ignored me to start with.”

“She ignored you?”

Steve nodded. “She did it to Rumlow, too.” He raised his brows a little and following a questioning glance from Bucky he explained what you had shown him.

“He kissed her. He alpha commanded her to do it…but…well, she was faking it.”

Bucky blinked, “she managed to do that?”

“Yeah,”

“I mean I know she’s been training but, wow.” Bucky exhaled, “that’s…well, she’s managed to ignore me and Nat but it’s really taken it out of her. To be able to resist in such a weak position is, well, almost unbelievable…and she’s never managed to ignore you before.”

“I know.” Steve bit his cheek. “And last night, she actively managed to push me out…you know how we can shield our feelings? Well, it was like that but ten times as strong. I felt it in my own head, it hurt.”

Both Alphas watched you for a second as you looked at the screen Thor was pointing at and Bucky let out a low whistle. “Do you think it’s the soul bond, giving her this extra strength?“

“Well, she found some old research which seemed to suggest with a soul bond, Omegas can take on elements of traits of the Alpha and vice versa. It actually mentions that the Omega they studied needed far less strength to refuse Alpha commands, even those of her own Alpha…” Steve shrugged, “so…maybe. All I know is that I’m thankful she could. Or her time with Hydra could have been a lot worse.”

“How’re things now?”

“Okay. I mean I think they are. She threw down at me pretty hard and I wasn’t exactly totally passive in the argument myself,” Steve couldn’t help a little chuckle at Bucky’s loud snort, “but I apologised, so did she, we…we made up…”

Smugly, Bucky nodded, "well done, Captain."

Steve rolled his eyes, then shook his head, “I shouldn’t have done it.”

Bucky thought for a minute. He'd been friends with Steve for ages, since they were children. He remembered briefly all their times together, from tragedy to discovering love and acceptance. Steve had never batted an eye when he came to him about his feelings for Sam. He was warm and honest. Bucky remembered Steve's time with Peggy and how markedly different his quick-fire relationship with his Omega was now.

"It's a lesson learned. And given your history, I'm going to suggest it's one of many. Look, pal, I don't have advice outside of the obvious. She’s not like Peg and she never will be. Clearly, fate has a different sense of humor this time around."

“You can say that again,” Steve muttered, his eyes flicking back to you.

You could feel your alpha looking at you and you raised your head from the screen and shot him a small smile which he returned.

“Forgive me for prying, Magpie, but I’m sensing something between you and the Captain. Something, well, troubled?”

"Not exactly, anymore at least. We're both just...it's the bond, this war. My newfound enhancements, we'll call them..." your words faded off as you looked back to your Alpha, your mate, your everything. "The speed that all this has happened is overwhelming and confusing. It leaves me feeling out of control and lost but full of curious determination." You looked back to the extremely large blonde man next to you with the two colored eyes and sheered hair.

“You cannot fight fate,” Thor spoke wisely, “and what you two have is, I believe, something that was already destined before you even knew about each other.”

"That's the thing, isn't it. With little known or what we could find, it's almost maddening. But he has his war and I can't help but feel deep down I'm a key or undiscovered piece to victory for our side. Call it a feeling or maybe the bond has something to do with it, but we're running out of time for answers, that I'm sure of."

Thor pondered for a moment, “you might not know what it is you possess that is key until the time comes for you to use it.”

"You really suck at helping, you know that, right?"

“Apologies, little one.” Thor laughed.

You rolled your eyes and continued to scan through the research, although there was nothing new that was jumping out at you. It was the same in every little snippet you read; the bond transcends death, even if a mate dies the one which remains alive is destined to stay alone…can never bond to another.

None of this had on the surface seemed to bother Rumlow. You could recall clearly his words, how he had said he didn’t need to bond you, he wasn’t interested in breeding, just using you. But, the more you thought about it, the more you knew that was bullshit. He was an Alpha. Driven by desire and need. He was smug enough, arrogant enough, full of enough Alpha Male pride that you knew procreating and cementing his legacy would matter to him.

That was part of the reason he’d been so happy when you had faked your subservience.

“See, the bond means shit, you’re powerless now to do anything but obey.”

His words hit you and you let out a loud exhale. He really was such an ignorant asshole, refusing to even contemplate an Omega could be more than what an Alpha made her.

It made you shiver, the fact of the matter was, if he beat Steve he’d try and bond you regardless of what any myth or legend told him. That was one thing you were a hundred percent certain of. Because he wouldn’t believe for a second it would be impossible for him not to. Especially if he thought the serum he possessed would make him stronger. Although you knew as soon as he tried to take it, he would realise that wasn’t the case.

“You’re miles away.” Thor spoke, nudging you with his elbow and you jerked your head up to look at him.”

“Sorry…what…”

“I was saying to not be too downhearted. I have said to the Captain before, Hydra’s downfall will come from something they cannot understand or something they refuse to believe.”

Tony’s phone rang out clearly across the room and everyone fell silent.

“It’s the goth pirate…”

Steve nodded, and Tony swiped to answer, placing the phone into speaker mode before putting it down on the table.

“Any news?” Steve didn’t even wait for Fury to speak.

“We have a few leads but nothing concrete, as suggested, we believe they’ve gone deeper underground.”

“How good are the leads, anything we can do?” Tony asked.

“We’re checking them out. It’s a little harder now we don’t have anyone on the inside. My eyes and ears are gone, I’m chasing shadows and listening to whispers.”

Steve groaned as Tony cut the call.

“Pissing in the wind…” Bucky shook his head. “They got shit.”

A few rolls and rumbles of chatter spread across the group, but you remained silent. Truth was, what Fury said about listening to whispers had set your analytical brain off.

If Rumlow hadn’t sussed it already, knowing Sharon had been working for Fury all this time would surely make him even more suspicious of the serum. That said, come to think of it, he had given you the serum first, so he must have been a little suspicious or wary of taking it himself even when he thought it was real. God, he was going to be pissed when he realised his plan to get super strength had actually failed. If anything, it would make him even more vicious, especially seeing as such a lowly Omega had been able to get one better on him. You also knew, despite his attitude, that Rumlow had absolutely no regard for the Soul Bond you and Steve shared. He would have tried to bond you regardless of the mark on your neck or what any of the research or history showed. He wouldn’t understand that it was more than merely a normal pure bond, and he would refuse to believe that he would be unable to bond you once the serum had…

Oh…oh…

You blinked…“something they cannot understand…something they refuse to believe…”

That white-hot feeling of sudden realisation flushed through your body. Sensing it, Steve’s head whipped round to look at you and he frowned. “Y/N, what is it?”

“I think I know how we can draw them out…and more importantly, I might have a way we can finish this.”

The room fell silent as all eyes flicked to you.

“Draw them out?“ Sam arched a brow. “They won’t fall for that.”

“They will if we give Rumlow enough of an incentive.” You spoke clearly, your voice carrying across the room. “We know the serum ain’t gonna work when he takes it, but all we have to do is make him believe that it will…”

You looked at your alpha. You could see the storm behind his eyes, and you didn’t need any kind of bonding at all to see the war raging inside him. He was torn. He didn’t want you part of this, but he also wanted to let you have your moment, because you deserved that.

“I know Rumlow, and I know my brother.” You implored Steve, “let me help.”

Steve took a deep breath before he nodded. “Okay, Y/N…tell us what you got in mind.”

***** Chapter 13

#rawhide #alpha steve rogers x you #alpha steve x omega reader #alpha steve Rogers #alpha beta omega #steve Rogers #cowboy au #cowboy steve rogers #chris evans characters

[sandandjello]

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#teampixel #giftfromgoogle #madebygoogle #budgetphone #smartphones #greatcamera #tensorchip #googlepixel #googlepixel6a #pixel6a #newphone #newphonewhodis #pocketfriendly #budgetfriendly #android #stockandroid #att #googlepixel6pro

[wanda-mazing]

Bahaha. This continues to amuse me. 

#ram ranch resistance #ottawa

[blackbirdblackbird]

#ram ranch resistance #I was looking for a post to reboob but none of them had a canadian sauce

[scribbled-anecdotes]

So you’re telling me, that Ottawans are using gay p*rn as a resistance method against the “freedom” convoy occupation?!? I’ve never been so proud of this fucking city. Beautiful.

#this like made my week #hell yeah go ram ranch resistance!!

[viralarcadian]

the ram ranch resistance has been really saving my brain from spiraling. good people

theyre keeping an eye on the zello channels these morons are using and the convoy in windsor is apparently completely falling apart at the seams. everyone's cold and hungry and upset that the public hates them, and it's splintering further because some of them are beginning to figure out they were being lied to about the goal of this mess and of how many white supremacists are part of it

(that goal being overthrowing the government because that worked so well when the americans tried it last january)

they've already had to concede most of the bridge lanes, and they're trying to find the "antifa mole" that's undermining them. not the ram ranchers in the zello channel, but someone physically at the convoy bc they need a physical scapegoat for their own incompetence

#fash convoy

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

The Senator from Montana

CHAPTER FIVE: Down on the Farm-PART 2

Featuring Sen. Jon Tester (D-MT)

I had come down to Sen. Jon Tester’s Family Farm, a 1,800-acre ranch outside Big Sandy to sign some very important papers. I was only supposed to be there for a few hours. An in and out, but after some alone time fun with Jon. I unknowingly missed my flight back to D. C.. Now I was rescheduling a flight back and trying to find a place to stay for the night.

"You can stay here in the spare room." Jon and his wife offered.

I accepted this generous offer, needing a place to stay! The spare bedroom was exactly that, spare. It had a single bed in the center of the room and nothing more. I wasn't really tired but there wasn't much else to do, so I began undressing for bed, slipping out of my clothes to my underwear. I pulled my shorts off and lay on top of the bed with my legs slightly spread. I ran a hand down my chest and stomach. It felt good. I was so overcome with lust, I grabbed my cock and began jerking it real slow. All while imaging myself fucking Jon's ass. Before long I was spewing a fresh creamy load all over the sheets covering the bed.

I had fallen asleep watching TV when I was awakened by Jon snuggling up behind me. I tried to turn over.

“Hold still until I get it in.” Jon called out, “I want to fuck you again.”

"Sharla is asleep already. She took a sleep aid and she won't wake up till morning." Jon said as he put more pressure on his cock and sent it deep into my hole.

"Oh shit! Give it to me!" I cried out as Jon immediately started fucking me hard and fast.

I reached around and grabbed his head and pulled it toward mine as I turned it to the side. We kissed each other, sliding our tongues together as his cock worked its way in and out of my ass. He began to move left and right with is dick, opening my asshole. With each twist I moaned of pain and pleasure. He lifted my right leg into the air, holding it in place so he could get better access to my tight ass.

“Damn boy, take my cock! Take it all!” Jon called out as he pushed his dick as far up my asshole as it would go and held it there.

“You like it, Boy? You like my cock up your ass?” Jon asked.

“Yes.” I admitted.

"Damn right you do!" Jon called out as he started pounding my asshole harder with his thick dick.

I began to fuck him back, rocking on my side pushing my hungry hole farther on to his cock. We were both moaning as it felt so good that I didn't want it to end.

Suddenly Jon pulled out leaving me empty. The next thing I knew he flipped me on my back and got between my legs lifting them high in the air. And then in one smooth motion, raised my butt up off the bed, placed his cock at the hole. He wasted no time to get his dick all the way up my ass, feeling my own dick go extra hard as Jon's tip buried itself deep inside. Placing my legs over his shoulders, Jon began to pump his hips slowly making sure to give me the full length of his cock with each stroke.  

"Yeah, fuck me Jon. Yeah!!!!!" I called out looking straight into his ruggedly handsome face.

I couldn't say anything else except to moan and enjoy the pleasure. I knew that he was not going to cum, not yet. He wanted to work my ass until I begged him to fuck me harder, faster. I wasn't ready for that quite yet either. I wanted to feel his cock move inside me, making love to me.

"I might fuck you all night. What do you think of that?" He asked with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Yes, Sir. Fuck me, senator! I want to be your boy.” I told him.

“You are my boy, my fuck boy!” Jon said as he pulled his dick out of my asshole until only its head remained inside. Then looking straight into my eyes, he rammed his dick back inside as far as it would go.

“Damn if your ass it’s hotter than Sharla’s pussy.” Jon told me as he started pumping his dick in and out of me with powerful strokes that had me bucking and moaning.

By now my ass was wide open and no longer resisted his pushing in and out. The wetness of my love canal was exciting him as he started to gyrate his hips to give me the full effect of his cock rimming me out. Looking up, seeing his large body starting to glisten with sweat and his cheeks flushed made me hot. Jon was almost sobbing with sheer pleasure his dick was giving him and accentuated by me playing with his nipples dangling in front of my face.

Then right in the middle of the brutal fucking, he leaned forward and kissed me again, so I passionately kissed him back. His balls were bouncing against my ass cheeks and his mouth was kissing my mouth. He again began to move left and right with is dick, widening me up for a grand slam, which he managed to build up to. My legs were lifted onto his shoulders as his hands gripped my hips, holding them in place, giving him a tight ass access. Pumping in and out, making his chest muscles pop, and his sweat drip on to me.

Jon was using me as his fuck toy and I fucking loved it!! My cock was rock hard and dripping with pre cum as I reached down to press it against my senator’s big belly. I was like a doll in his big rough hands and rode his cock like I was in the Derby. By now, my load uncontrollably squirted all over the space between us. The sensation seemed endless, it was the most amazing orgasm ever!

Then with the thrusting reaching fever pitch I felt his dick throbbing inside me. His eyes were squeezed shut and I could tell he was holding off with all his might, but finally the tide came.

“Get ready for it!” Jon warned as he slammed into me three quick times.

Then with a grunt, I finally felt his cum shoot through his cock into me as waves of ecstasy swept his body. I held him tight while his body convulsed with his orgasm. And with a final few thrusts he fell on top of me panting with sweat dripping off his forehead. We smiled at each other for a few seconds before our lips connected in a post-coital kiss.

"Jack," He said in a short breath, "I can't thank you enough for doing this with me."

"I'm here to serve senator." I whispered softly to Jon.

Now noticing I was still hard, Jon moved down, grabbed my dick and started sucking the last few drops out of me. I felt myself fixing to cum again when he suddenly took his mouth away from my cock.

“You near cuming?” He asked. When I nodded yes, he said. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to shoot off in my ass.”

Damn if that wasn’t exactly what I wanted. As good as him sucking me had felt, the thoughts of fucking him had been in the back of my mind all the time. Without saying a word, Jon climbed on top of me and kissed me, his big body pushing into me as his tongue explored my mouth. It started off rather slow, but a minute into it, we were both huffing and puffing. The passion returned to both of us as he was rubbing his dick against me as hard as he could. The friction of our dicks rubbing together was fantastic.

Lifting himself up off me, Jon reached behind himself, raised up a little and started playing with my cock. He started running my dick up and down his crack before pushing his butt down on my shaft. Without warning, I reached down and pulled his buns apart and slammed my cock in him really hard making a loud slapping sound as he let out a bear-like groan.

"You really want this ass huh? Well, you can fuck me as hard as you want." He said as he started bouncing his big beautiful body up and down on my cock.

I let him take control, riding my cock, stopping whenever he thought I was getting close to coming so we could kiss some more. After teasing me and prolonging the excitement, I was desperate to cum. So I grabbed him by the hips and started pounding his ass furiously.

By the time I was getting close, this respected three-term democratic senator, father of 2, married for almost 43 years was begging me to fuck him harder. This was the few times where he could truly let go and be himself, to surrender all of himself to the pleasures that he had always sought after. His cock was leaking all over me and I knew from the look on his face that he was getting close himself. I doubled my effort and pounded his butt even harder, knowing exactly where to hit in his bowels.

"Shit, you’re gonna fuck the cum out of me, stud!" Jon cried out loud as he felt the first wave of his climax hit him.

I picked up his pace even more, slamming Jon’s butt even more rapidly. This heightened Jon's pleasure as spurts after spurts of married cum splattered on my chest and stomach. His body convulsed with each spurt as he emptied out his seed onto me, still pumping up and down on my dick. The contraction of his ass on my dick while he went through his orgasm brought my own climax. I shot my small load into him. After the previous day when he had drained the biggest loads, I thought this one felt as good if not better, but I didn't have much left in me.

He smiled at me and said, "I guess I know how to take care of my assistant." Followed by a wink as he climbed off the bed and grabbed his boxer shorts. I watched as he got dressed then slipped out of the bedroom.

The next morning, I awoke to the smell of wonderful coffee, bacon and toast filling the room. So I got up, showered, dressed and wondered into the kitchen to find Mrs. Tester shoveling piles of fluffy scrambled eggs onto three plates, along with wonderfully crisp bacon strips and buttered toast. Jon was sitting at the table drinking coffee. He hadn't noticed me yet as I stood in the doorway admiring that beautiful butt again.  

"How was your night? You slept OK?" Mrs. Tester asked bringing me back to reality.

"I slept great. Totally satisfied." I said as Jon smiled with a hint of pride behind her.  

#Jon Tester #Down on the Farm-PART 2 #The Senator from Montana #PILF #Tester Fan Fiction #tester fiction #fan fiction #american politician #politician #us senator #montana

[sparrowsarus]

In honour of the police finally doing something about the protests, I give you...this.

The Ram Ranch Resistance Theme Song. warning (explicit lyrics)

#Youtube

[primroseprime2019]

Speed Metal

On a dirt road, a familiar shiny red Aston Martini DBS V12 sports car with white decals was driving down one of the many back roads towards a local hot spot for street racing. The driver had the radio playing. "As metropolitan PD continues to crack down on illegal street racing, citing the danger to both drivers and pedestrians-" the new reporter was cut off as the driver switched off the radio. He was uninterested in listening to more reports of local cops attempting to put a stop to illegal street racing.

Oddly enough, the radio was switched off automatically, not by a person's hand. This car was known other than the Decepticon Doctor, Knockout. He knew that Ember would probably kick his aft to kingdom come if she found out about Knockout's activities. However, Knockout didn't care as the thrill of illegal street racing was too hard to resist.

Up ahead, three other cars were waiting, with the drivers revving the engines. The ref walked out in front of cars as Knockout pulled up. They were all waiting for the right time to start and for everyone to arrive. All the cars were built for speed and had many modifications that were illegal. The Decepticon car intrigued the large muscular, tattooed driver of the muscle car Knockout had pulled up next to.

"Not from around here." The driver commented, referring to the car model. "European design?" He asked curiously, only to get no response from Knockout. The driver didn't like being ignored like that. "Sure is pretty. Too pretty..." The driver said with a grin as he tightened his right hand into a fist. 'This race is for fully grown men, not prissy little boys with pretty cars.' He thought. Using his ring, he scratched the paintwork on the driver's side door.

Knockout used his side view mirror to inspect the damage. Then he turned to the driver, who just shrugged, satisfied with his work, and rolled up his heavily tinted window.

"Big mistake!" Knockout gritted as he changed gears.

The ref held the flashlight above his head and switched it on, signaling for the race begin. All four cars took off, eager to beat their opponents to the finish line. For Knockout, he was eager not only to be the first to cross the finish line, but also to obtain his revenge against the driver who scratched his paintjob. The race was mean and grueling. The driver had the lead. He looked in his rearview mirror and smirked at the other drivers behind him before going even faster. Flames were escaping from the engine through the exhaust pipe as the RPM meter read dangerously close to seven thousand.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of squealing tires. He looked in his rearview mirror once again and saw that Knockout was quickly gaining the upper hand in this race. He rammed himself into the car. It was time to make this human pay for damaging his paintjob.

"HEY!" The driver cried out in protest.

With one single ram as they turned the corner, the driver went over the edge, destroying the guardrail. The car didn't even tumble down the cliff face or see-saw on a particular ledge. It just headed straight to the bottom, upside down, and the sound of the car crashing as music to Knockout's ears.

"Dude..." The driver moaned.

"You scratch my paint, I scratch yours." Knockout sneered dangerously before driving away, intent on reaching the finish line.

◊◊◊◊

Paige walked down the stairs of the school and she looked around before she saw a boy staring at her. She stared back before she walked over to Jack and Arcee who was in her vehicle mode.

"You okay?" He asked. "I just wanna go to the base," she said quietly as she sat down behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder.

"Alright, alright," he said softly, reassuringly. He knew she'd be having some bad days where either she'd be quiet and try to hide in the back of the class or she would just start crying and clutching at her head. And this was one of the days.

"Turn on your music okay?" He said gently as he placed her earpods in her ears. She nodded and closed her eyes as she started to listen to the soundtrack from Collateral Beauty.

"Hey! Cherry moped!" Jack glanced at Vince who stood by his car.

"Um, this 'moped' has dual carbs and can go from 0 to 60 in 3.5 seconds," Jack boasted rather proudly before he drove off.

They soon pulled up to a red light. "Uh, Jack, a lady's vital stats are her own business," Arcee reprimanded him quietly. Jack almost rolled his eyes at that.

"Hey! Nick, right?"

He heard another female voice call out to him. He turned to face the corner and saw Sierra standing there with her best friend.

"Actually, it's Jack," he said. "Jack. Sorry. I'm Sierra," she said with a sheepish smile.

"I know," Jack said with a light blush that was concealed by his helmet.

"You once offered to take me for a ride?" Sierra reminded him. "Of course I did," Jack said instantly, "at anytime."

"I'm your guardian, kiddo," Arcee said quietly, "not your wingman." "So? How about now?" Sierra asked him hopefully.

"Uh...," Jack went to answer, but he stopped short when he saw Vince pull up next to him.

"Hey, hey! Small world!" Vince remarked.

"We're having a conversation," Paige spat.

"Cheer captain here might enjoy watching you take on four wheels of muscle car," Vince smirked as he gestured to Sierra and her friend who were standing there gossiping to one another quietly.

"Are you challenging me to a race?" Jack asked in surprise.

"You catch on quick, ponch. What do you say?" Vince asked impatiently.

Jack saw Sierra encouraging him to accept the challenge. He looked at Paige who was frowning at him. Honestly, she was caught in the middle and she thought it was a terrible idea. Optimus had set rules and for good reasons. Reasons like this one.

As soon as the light turned green, Arcee took off at lightning speed, causing Jack and Paige to yell in surprise at the sudden takeoff.

"You didn't let me answer!" Jack exclained. "Nope," Arcee said.

"But Arcee, we can smoke him!" Jack objected.

"Yep," she said, earning a frustrated sigh from her charge. "You just don't get it," he said.

"I don't make the rules, Jack. Optimus does," Arcee said, "and rule number one, in case you guys missed it: never abuse power for personal gain. And that includes horse power."

"Oh come on! I could finally get him to leave Paige alone!" Jack exclaimed. "As much as I would love to kick his tailpipe for messing with Paige, my answer is no," Arcee said firmly as Vince drove up beside them.

"Vince, maybe racing isn't such a good idea," Jack declined, causing Vince to laugh tormentally.

"Figured. You ride around like you're bike's something special. But it's just a chunky, lunky trike! And ugly!" Vince tormented before racing away as soon as the lights turned green.

"That's it! The yahoo's going down!" Arcee proclaimed before racing after Vince at high speeds.

"Whoa! What happened to rule number one?" Jack asked.

"Gets bent. Just this once," Arcee decided, much to Jack's excitement and much to Paige's dismay.

◊◊◊◊

"Yo, girls! Your pals, Darby and Kendrick, they're-."

"Ready when you are, Vinny!"

To Vince's surprise, when he turned his attention away from Sierra and her friend, he saw Jack, Paige and Arcee next to him all revved up and ready to go.

"Dirt road by trucker's ranch. One hour," was Vince's answer.

◊◊◊◊

When the hour had passed, Jack and Vince were on the dirt road at trucker's ranch ready to go. Sierra, Paige and Sierra's friend stood by the edge of the road eager to witness the showdown between muscle car and motorcycle.

"From here to the next mile mark. Ready. GO!" Vince yelled before taking off.

"Well, that was fair," Jack remarked sarcastically as Arcee took off after Vince.

As Vince and Jack rode past, Sierra and her friend had to place their hands on their skirts to stop themselves from flashing what they had underneath.

"That's why I wear pants," Paige said to Sierra and her friend.

"Uh...Arcee," Jack trailed off.

"Winning isn't enough, Jack. You wanna make him CRY," Arcee cut him short. Vince was surprised when he noticed that the motorcycle was no longer visible through his rearview mirror. He heard the sound of an engine next to him. He turned around and was surprised to see Jack and Arcee riding along next to him! Jack waved casually as Arcee pulled a wheelie and swerved past him at impossible speeds.

"Wha?" Vince gasped.

Arcee did a little honk in victory as they drove past the mile marker before Vince. Jack let out a whoop in celebration.

"OUTSTANDING!" Jack cried. "You know, now might be a good time to give Sierra just a quick ride around the block?" He asked hopefully.

"Don't push it," was Arcee's answer and he grumbled.

◊◊◊◊

"Ah, Breakdown, Comet. Has there been any change in Megatron's condition?" Ember asked as she walked into the medbay.

"Only cosmetic," Breakdown answered honestly as he folded the buffer back into his arm.

"Well, I am sure that you and the good doctor have been doing everything in your power. Where is Knockout?" She asked, looking around. As if on cue, the Decepticon medic walked into the medbay.

"Can you believe what some skinjob did to me?" Knockout huffed as he inspected the scratch on his arm.

"Have you been out street racing with humans again?" Ember frowned. "I'm not only an automobile, I'm an automobile enthusiast," Knockout said nonchalantly.

Ember frowned deeply, "we run a tight ship around here Knockout. I strongly suggest that you request permission from me next time you decide to disappear on your little jaunts."

"No worries, Red," Knockout said dismissively. Ember gave a low, warning growl.

"Mistress Ember," Knockout corrected. "The day our master emerges from stasis, I shall gladly relinquish that title," Ember huffed, "but I believe that outcome is unlikely something to do with the quality of medical care around here. So continue buffing as we do want Megatron looking his best for the memorial." With that, she turned and walked out of the medbay.

Knockout groaned, "buff this." Comet gave him a look, "Knockout."

"You hush," the Decepticon medic huffed.

◊◊◊◊

Arcee drove into the base. Jack and Paige dismounted Arcee, allowing the Autobot to transform into her bipedal form.

"Not a word to anyone," she said firmly. "Our little secret," Jack said with a wink. Arcee smiled and she walked away.

"Dude! Vroom vroom vroom! And the winner is...," Miko smirked at the two of them.

"Jack!" Paige finished as she and Miko performed their handshake.

"Miko, who told you?" Jack asked nervously.

"You kidding? It's all over school!" Miko told them.

"You beat the pants off that blowhard bully Vince!" Raf cheered, "And I'm sure he'll leave Paige alone now because of how protective her big brother best friend forever is!"

Raf and Miko let out yells of surprise as Jack and Paige suddenly pulled them into a group huddle.

"You guys have to keep this on the DL. Especially from Optimus," Jack hissed.

"Why?" Miko asked.

"Because that race totally broke rule number one: never abuse power for personal gain," Paige said, "and I'd rather not let the Prime know that I'm the target of bullying."

"What are you four doing?"

Jack, Paige, Miko and Raf jumped and yelled in surprise as they turned around and saw Optimus standing there with a curious expression on his face.

"Uh...nothing," Jack answered with a nervous chuckle.

"Just talking about...stuff at school," Paige shrugged.

"Top secret stuff!" Miko piped in.

"Stuff you don't wanna know," Raf added.

Optimus let out a hum and raised his optic ridge. He knew something was up. Thinking that the four of them would tell him eventually, he left them to their devices. As soon as he was out of earshot, they all let out sighs of relief and slumped against one another.

"That was close," Jack sighed in relief.

"I can't believe we lied to him," Paige moaned.

"I can't believe how robotic we sounded," Miko retorted.

"How did we manage to keep the secret so long?" Raf asked, causing the other three to laugh.

Raf was right. If they had trouble telling a lie to the leader of the Autobots, how did they manage to keep the secret of their existence for as long as they had so far?

◊◊◊◊

At school, Jack walked down the stairs, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Hey. I've been looking for you," Sierra said as she came out of the school with a duffle bag, "The race! How great was that?! I was like, 'Yeah! Go Jack!'"

"It was no big deal," Jack shrugged.

"You got that right!" Vince agreed as he shoved his way past Jack, "If you think you can run with the big boys, The Circuit. 11 PM."

Paige walked towards Jack and she stopped when she saw Vince and Sierra. Jack was staring at Vince before he frowned, "...fine. If I win, you leave Paige alone."

Paige widened her eyes and Sierra smiled. Vince huffed, "deal."

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"You agreed to WHAT?!" Arcee demanded as she drove down the road with Jack and Paige.

"It was some kind of secret racing club. I don't know. I had no choice. Sierra was right there!" Jack defended himself.

"You always have a choice Jack," Arcee said sternly, "and what part of 'just this once' did you not understand?"

"I know, I'm sorry," Jack sighed, "but we're on right?"

"We are not on," Arcee said firmly as she drove into the base.

◊◊◊◊

Knockout was driving down the road when Breakdown called. "Knockout, Ember's looking for you. Where did you go?" He asked through the commlink.

"Oh, just out for a little drive," Knockout said, "I just roll from town to town sniffing around until...the next opportunity presents itself. He saw a car race past him and he changed gears to catch up with it.

◊◊◊◊

Back at the base, it was pretty quiet. Everyone was off doing their own little thing...except Raf who remained behind to play video games. He was actually doing well...until Jack distracted him and caused him to crash.

"Raf? Uh...is there any way I can borrow Bumblebee for an hour?" Jack requested nervously, causing Bumblebee to widen his optics in surprise. "Don't involve me in this!"

"Jack," Paige said in a warning tone. "Jack, you know racing's against the rules," Raf said, "what if Optimus found out?" "He'd be mad!" Bee exclaimed, his doorwings twitching with nervousness.

"But Raf, he's gotta get the girl!" Miko exclaimed, "and beat the bully!"

"Jack, I appreciate you protecting me but I don't need you getting into trouble because of me," Paige said.

"This isn't because of you, Paigey," Jack said sternly, "I'm doing this to protect you. And to prove a point."

"Well...," Raf trailed off, still unsure about letting Bumblebee race.

"Come on, Raf. Just this once?" Jack pleaded him sincerely. Raf looked both worried and unsure.

◊◊◊◊

The moon cast a luminous shadow over the circuit. Racers and their girlfriends lingered around the starting line of the track. They were conversing. Talking about how they were going to win the race against some of the best. So they were amazed when they saw a black-and-yellow muscle Camero roll up onto the scene.

But no one was more surprised then Vince as he waited patiently at the starting line for the race to start. He couldn't even HIDE how surprised he was when Jack rolled down the window so they could see eye-to-eye.

"Bike's in the shop," Jack shrugged.

Vince didn't say anything in response. He just turned to the track laid out before him. Suddenly, something beautiful blocked their view. Jack leant back into Bumblebee's seat in surprise at the sight. It was Sierra. She just stood there smiling and waving at him innocently.

"Circuit drivers, are you ready? Make it mean but keep it clean! Fire 'em up in 5...4...3...2...1!"

However, behind them, nobody noticed another car pull up. What was more important was the fact that Jack and Bumblebee didn't notice the new racer. And that is because the new racer is Knockout.

When the countdown had finished, Sierra threw her hands to the ground and crouched low. Then she turned and watched the drivers begin to race around the circuit. They didn't notice Knockout riding along a little too close to them.

"The Autobot they call Bumblebee," Knockout remarked. Knockout decided to make himself known. And to do that, he rammed himself into Vince's car and immediately took the lead from him.

"What's Knockout doing here?" Bumblebee buzzed when he spotted Knockout.

"What was that, Bee?" Jack asked worriedly before glancing in the rearview mirror as Bumblebee continued his concerned bleeps, "Wait. I know that car."

Jack yelled out in surprise as Bumblebee suddenly veered right and began driving along the wall. Knockout immediately copied his actions...with a gun popping out from near his cap for the fuel tank! Immediately, the Decepticon began firing shots at the young Autobot. Bumblebee did his best to avoid Knockout's shots. Vince breathed out his surprise as he saw Jack and Bumblebee drive up the wall and jump off the track. Knockout immediately followed suite.

"Can you lose him, Bee?" Jack asked nevously, earning bleeps in response, "What'd you say? ...I hope that means 'yes.' Cause I'd rather not call base for back-up."

◊◊◊◊

"Anyone seen Jack?" Arcee asked casually, causing Miko and Raf to freeze nervously.

"Not since we last saw him," Miko answered nervously.

"...they're racing, aren't they?" Arcee asked knowingly.

"Just this once," Raf piped in nervously.

"Did you know about this?" Arcee asked Nightwalker, WhiteRain, Bulkhead.

"No...maybe...a little," Nightwalker answered nervously. Bumblebee suddenly called in. "Bumblebee to base. We're being chased by Knockout. Require backup."

"You're being chased by Knockout?!" Raf repeated in disbelief. "Take evasive action?" Bumblebee asked.

"That sounds like a Decepticon," Miko remarked as she stood up with her first clenched.

"Bee, do not engage. Your first priority is to keep Jack safe," Arcee said firmly, "until I get my hands on him." "Arcee, let me come," Paige said.

"Paige, no. I'm not putting you in danger," Arcee said firmly. "Jack is my best friend and my brother," Paige said sternly, "and I want to kick Knockout's tailpipe for shoving me into that museum's glass last week."

"Anyone else scared of her right now?" WhiteRain asked, earning nods from Bulkhead and Nightwalker.

Arcee frowned at Paige before she sighed, "alright." She transformed into her vehicle form and Paige climbed on. Bulkhead, WhiteRain and Nightwalker transformed into their vehicle forms and drove after Arcee.

◊◊◊◊

Bumblebee and Jack continued driving along the road. They had a hard time shaking Knockout off their trail who continued to fire at them. So Bumblebee leaked some oil on the road behind him. The laws of friction didn't agree with rotating tires coming into contact with slick oil. So as the story goes, Knockout lost control of the car.

"Slick," Jack remarked.

Bumblebee drove himself back onto the track in the circuit and backed himself under a bridge. Knockout eventually regained his footing and began driving back towards the circuit. He came to a stop at the beginning of the bridge Bumblebee was hiding under. Sensing Knockout's presence, he shut off his lights and engine. Jack froze, trying not to make a sound or move. His internal sensors read no signs of any Autobot or Decepticon in the area. So he put pedal to the medal and drove right out of there.

"I think we lost him, Bee," Jack whispered. Then Jack was faced with another problem. And that problem was Vince. Vince came to a stop in front of the odd duo. His face was beginning to turn red in pure anger.

"Oh you've gotta be kidding me!" Jack groaned.

"Darby," Vince growled as he pounded his fist into his open hand.

Knockout just happened to hear that, having not fully left the facility at this present time. Burnt rubber made its mark on the road as the car suddenly activated its breaks and made a complete stop in the middle of the road. He used his sideview mirrors to look for a sign. ANY sign of his foe. So when he saw the colours of bumper lights, he immediately changed gears and reversed back to the bridge, another advantage of driving on an empty road taken by him.

"Vince! You have to get out of here, OK? You win! Congradulations! Now go!" Jack pleaded.

"No. No. Start and back-up, loser. We're finishing this race! Don't wanna take it to the finishing line? Fine! Then we've got something to settle right here! Right now!" Vince proclaimed.

Vince's rant was suddenly cut off by his own screaming. Jack was surprised and concerned as a giant black hand reached down and scooped up Vince into his palm. And that hand just happened to belong to Knockout. Vince yelled out in surprise as he was thrown into the air while Knock Out transformed into his vehicular mode. Vince landed in Knockout's passenger seat with a grunt. He protested as the sunroof slammed shut above his head and the seatbelt wrapped themselves around his frame tightly, preventing any means of escape for Vince.

"What's going on?" he demanded, afraid of what could happen.

An Energon zapper appeared before Vince's eyes. Energon sparks flew from the prong for his head. As he felt the sparks take their effect on him, Vince moaned and slumped forward into the seat as he passed out. Satisfied with the current state of his captive, Knockout switched on the ignition and drove away, putting pedal to the metal once again. Jack ran up the side hill onto the road in the hopes of stopping Knockout for getting away with the bully. But he was too late. Knockout was gone, disappearing in a cloud of sand and dust as he disappeared into the dark horizon.

◊◊◊◊

"Breakdown, you'll never guess what I'm packing," Knock Out gushed excitedly as he continued down the highway with Vince unconscious and bound in his passenger seat, "Bumblebee's human friend! And when the Autobot attempts to stage a rescue..."

"He has a...breakdown!"

◊◊◊◊

"Bee, he's getting away!" Jack cried as Bumblebee approached him, bleeping his idea to him, "I-I-I can't understand you! Look. I'm not Raf! Can't you just honk once for bad news and honk twice for good news?"

Bumblebee seemed to like that idea. Finally, he found a method of communication Jack would understand. So he honked twice, telling Jack that he had good news indeed. Jack virtually melted in relief at understanding the mute Autobot. Well...he did until he saw Arcee, Nightwalker, WhiteRain and Bulkhead arrive. And Paige was with them and she wasn't happy.

When Paige hopped off of Arcee's vehicle form, she marched over to her best friend/brother and whacked him on the head, making him flinch and rub the back of his head.

"Jack, we need to chat," Arcee said, placing her servo on her hip. "Later, Arcee. Vince got snatched by that slick sports car 'Con!" Jack announced.

"What would Knockout want with that guy?" WhiteRain asked, surprised.

"He probably mistook him for Bumblebee's human friend. I'm not even Bumblebee's human friend," Jack said, "Look. It doesn't matter why they took him! Vince is in trouble!"

"Oh well. Tough break for Vince," Bulkhead shrugged carelessly, making Arcee, WhiteRain, Bumblebee and Nightwalker look at him.

"Bulkhead!" Paige and Jack exclaimed. Bulkhead looked at them, "what? Hear the guy's a jerk. Even more so to Paige."

"Okay, no argument there but the guy's also innocent," Paige huffed, "he doesn't deserve to get hurt- especially by the Cons."

Arcee furrowed her optic ridges before she transformed into her vehicle form, "hop on."

◊◊◊◊

"They should have called by now," Raf said worriedly, "do you think Bumblebee's okay?"

"Don't worry Raf. Bulkhead and WhiteRain won't let anything happen to Jack or Bee," Miko said reassuringly. Then the two heard heavy pedesteps and turned to Optimus walking into the main hangar.

"We should just tell Optimus the truth," Raf whispered. "Absolutely not!" Miko whispered back, "we made a deal! Just act completely normal."

"Raf, Miko, do either of you know where the others have gone?" Optimus asked as he walked up to them.

"Why, no sir," Miko said nonchalantly, "we do not know."

"Miko is correct," Raf said with a nervous smile, "we do not know." "Why would we know?" Miko asked as she and Raf nervously smiled at the Autobot leader.

Optimus only raised an optic ridge at the two.

◊◊◊◊

The chase for Knock Out and Vince continued, despite the fact that it was – by now – the early hours of the morning. But they wouldn't give up. Especially since their secret was at risk. When they heard the sound of a car coming at an intersection, they stopped to allow the car to go through. The red and white car whizzed by. Jack, Paige and Arcee realized that it was Knockout. So they immediately took off after him.

"Bumblebee brought company," Knockout observed.

"On your guard, boys and girls. Could be a trap," Arcee warned.

"And remember. No shooting," Jack reminded the two boys.

"Speaking of safety, Jack, this is where you get off," Arcee said. Paige looked to Jack and flicked her tail.

She and Arcee took off. As they drove around the place, Bumblebee, Nightwalker, WhiteRain and Bulkhead saw a giant hole in the wire fence. Suspecting trouble, they immediately transformed into their bipedal modes and unfolded their blasters. Paige was climbing up the water tower, ready to attack from above in case trouble came.

Knockout turned his front lights on, temporarily blinding Bulkhead and Bumblebee. Then from the wall next to them, Breakdown and Echo broke their way into the fight. Breakdown's hammer hit the road between Bulkhead, Nightwalker, WhiteRain and Bumblebee, causing the two to flip away. Bumblebee stood ready to fight. But Breakdown easily knocked him out of the way. Eventually, he did the same to Bulkhead. Nightwalker and WhiteRain charged at Breakdown and Echo, taking out their weapons.

Vince was still in Knockout's passenger seat unconscious. However, Knockout's didn't care at the moment. His mind was occupied with another quest.

"Where's the two-wheeler and the little half breed?" he asked himself. Arcee and Paige dropped down onto the Decepticon medic's hood.

Arcee started punching at Knockout's hood. "Hey! Watch the paint! It's custom!" He snapped.

"Seriously?" Arcee grinned. Paige, as she was in her lioness form, dug her claws into the hood of Knockout's car.

The tires squealed as Knockout rolled out, with Arcee and Paige riding along on top of him. The fight between Breakdown, Bulkhead and Bumblebee continued, unaware of the situation with Arcee, Paige, Knockout and Vince.

Outside, Jack's attention was captured by the sound of squealing tires. He turned and saw Knockout attempting an escape with Arcee and Paige standing on top of him, trying to maintain balance. Eventually, Arcee and Paige lost their balance and fell off. But Arcee transformed into her vehicular mode and caught Paige before the two chased Knockout into the night.

"That's my girls!" Jack cheered to himself quietly.

◊◊◊◊

"Uh, Breakdown, in case you're looking for me, things got messy. So I hit the road. One scream is enough for today," Knockout said through the commlink.

No sooner then Knockout had said that, Breakdown turned around and found himself smacked in the face with a lamppost, sending him flying through the same wall he broke through before. And that hit was courtesy of Bulkhead.

◊◊◊◊

The chase between Autobot, Galatrian and Decepticon continued. Arcee and Paige were hot on Knockout's tail. So Knockout added more pressure to the accelerator and gained more miles ahead of them, causing Arcee and Paige to groan in frustration at yet another lost chance.

"Eat my dust," Knockout smirked at them. There was a loud truck horn and Optimus drove up beside Knockout. With a gentle nudge from the Prime, Knockout lost control of himself and drove into a ditch.

"Optimus, Knockout has a hostage," Arcee said. Optimus transformed into his bipedal form and he walked over to Knockout.

Optimus picked Knockout up and held him in the air by his rear bumper. Knockout screamed in pain as Optimus riped the driver's side door off of the main frame. Carefully, Optimus reached inside the interior of the car and freed the still-unconscious Vince from his current predicament. With Vince safe in his servo, he simply threw Knockout to the side as he transformed.

"Do you know how hard that is to replace?" Knockout had screeched after observing the damage to his arm. That was when he realized he was outnumbered.

Bulkhead, WhiteRain and Nightwalker aimed their blasters at the Decepticon medic.

'Scrap! If I'm not in trouble with these bots, then I'm in trouble with Ember!' Knockout thought before he transformed into his vehicle form and sped away.

Optimus turned to the others. Bumblebee drove up beside Arcee, Jack inside his vehicle form.

"Optimus... this is my fault," Jack sighed. "We must get this boy to safety. Explanations can come later...from all of you," Optimus said sternly.

Nightwalker lowered his head and WhiteRain's shoulders slumped guiltily.

"We're in trouble," Bumblebee said quietly.

◊◊◊◊

Vince came to hours after he was taken from the circuit by Knockout. Only, he didn't find himself in Knockout's car. He found himself in Bumblebee's passenger seat with Jack driving.

"How did? What happened?" Vince groaned as he sat up.

"Some guys jumped you under the bridge. They tossed you into their trunk. Must have been some kind of initiation," Jack shrugged convincingly.

"Really?" Vince asked, startled. "Yeah. Found you knocked out on the side of the road," Jack said before he stopped next to Vince's car, "Look. I gotta be honest. After what I saw tonight, I think racing isn't really my thing."

"I hear you, Darby. Hard to win a race driving a pedal car!" Vince sneered, causing Bumblebee to put pedal to the metal and drove away.

◊◊◊◊

Knockout walked down the hallway as Echo and Comet walked over to him. "What happened to you?" Echo asked, noticing the damage on his arm.

"Knockout, to the control bridge. Now," Ember announced through the commlink. Knockout lowered his helm and the three walked to the command center.

When the doors opened, Comet walked over to Breakdown and Echo walked over to Soundwave.

Ember turned to Knockout, her optics showing bridled fury. "You were supposed to be tending to Lord Megatron," she said sternly, "instead... you decided to go and defy my orders and pull a careless stunt like this."

Knockout flinched as he lowered his helm, not wanting to meet his leader's optics. Ember was no angle. As the alpha of the Decepticons, she would not hesitate in punishing soldiers. Even if those soldiers were her friends.

Ember looked to Starscream, "Starscream will be the one to give you a lesson you won't seem to forget." She turned back to the screens as Starscream walked towards Knockout.

Comet widened his optics and he stepped forward but Breakdown put his arm in front of the young mech and silently shook his helm.

"Not to worry," Starscream said to Knockout, showing a sharp claw, "your punishment shall be merely... cosmetic."

No! Not the finish! Anything but the finish!" Knockout pleaded before Breakdown, Echo and Comet cringed at the sound of screeching metal and the sounds of Knockout's screams.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

◊◊◊◊

The next day, Jack walked over to Arcee and climbed onto her vehicle form. "Hey, Jack. Do you have time for that ride?" Sierra asked hopefully.

"I'm sorry, Sierra. I can't right now," Jack apologized regretfully.

"No problem. I guess I'll just see you around," Sierra shrugged sadly before walking away.

"Hop on," Arcee invited as she pulled up next to him.

"Whoa. Really?" Jack asked, surprised.

"Just this once," Arcee emphasized.

◊◊◊◊

Jack smiled as he and Sierra drove down the road, enjoying the sights before them.

#fanfiction #self insert #transformers prime #my ocs #the girl among the gods

[neon-junkie]

🥺 😈😡 [gn] Tales from Tahiti  -  This is where I shove all my headcanons, for my lovely cowboys. Drabbles/oneshots can be found in the fic below. Word count: N/A Tags: Literally everything, NSFW and SFW stuff, Fluff, Angst, The lot. Read on AO3 (due to being multi-chapter)

🥺 😈😡 [gn] Tales from The Campfire  -  This is where I shove all my drabbles/oneshots for my lovely cowboys. Headcanons can be found in the fic above. Word count: N/A Tags: Literally everything, NSFW and SFW stuff, Fluff, Angst, The lot. Read on AO3 (due to being multi-chapter)

🥺💕 [f] Do you fancy her? -  Jack Marston, the nosy child of the camp, goes and asks each individual guy if they have a crush on you. Word count: 6146 Tags: Crush, Fancy, Fluff, Cuddling, Friends to lovers, Confrontation, Nerves. Read on AO3 (due to being multi-chapter)

😈 [f] Ram Ranch - The men of the Van Der Linde gang are waiting for YOU at Ram Ranch. Come and find your favourite cowboy waiting for you in the showers, sauna, steam room, or hot tub. (work in progress) YES, this is inspired by THAT song. Word count: About 1k per chapter. Tags: Shower, Sauna, Steam room, Hot tub, Oral sex, Fingering, Different positions, Read on AO3 (due to being multi-chapter)

😈⭐[f/m/m/m] [Reader/Micah/Arthur/Dutch] A Lesson Well Learnt -  Your relationship with Micah is going well, until he begins lacking in the bedroom. After complaining to Arthur about said problem yet again, him and Dutch offer to help straighten Micah out with a demonstration, and of course, they’re going to need you for it. Word count: 7208 Tags: Cuckolding, Foursome, Multiple orgasms/loads, Degrading, Humiliation, Sub/Dom, Creampie eating, Established relationship. Read on AO3 Read on Tumblr

😈[m/m/f] [Reader/Kieran/Bill] Fuck that O'Driscoll  -  Bill and you decide to cuckold the O'driscoll they captured. Word count: 3770 Tags: Sub/Dom, Cuckolding, Creampies, Threesome, Colter, Submission, Bondage, Creampie eating, Oral, Blowjobs, Vaginal sex, Fluff. Read on AO3 Read on Tumblr [not available yet]

😈[gn][Dutch/Reader] Deputy Van der Linde -  Fed up with Dutch flashing his new Deputy badge about, you decide to test how seriously he takes his new title, only to be punished in an unexpected way. Word count: 3022 Tags: Dom/Sub, Ownership, Orgasm denial, Dirty talk, Spanking, Blowjobs, First time, Cigars, Face-fucking.

Read on AO3 Read on Tumblr

😈😡[gn] [Marshal Davies/Reader] Dead, but Wanted Alive -  You’ve been under Marshal Davies’ wing for a few months now, training to become a Marshal yourself; but after a job gone wrong, your boss decides to punish you in a way that isn’t according to the laws procedures. Word count: 3703 Tags: Boss/Employee, Bounty hunting, Punishment, Spanking, Office sex, First time. Read on AO3 Read on Tumblr

😈 [gn] [Leigh Gray/Reader] The Great Escape -  If there’s one thing Sheriff Gray can’t resist, it’s a pretty outlaw on their knees in his jail cell. Word count: 2109 Tags: Blowjobs, Strangers to lovers, Drinking, Dirty talk, Rhodes jail. Read on AO3 Read on Tumblr

😈💕 [f] [Leigh Gray/Reader] The Distraction -  Arthur finds himself locked up in Rhodes Sheriff’s Office, and you need to distract the Sheriff whilst Dutch sneaks in and bails him out. Your distraction goes a little better than expected Word count: 2209 Tags: Rhodes, Dirty talk, Flirting, Strangers to lovers, Squirting, Quickie, Fingering. Read on AO3 Read on Tumblr

😈[gn] [Leigh Gray/Reader] Almost - After bringing in another bounty to the town of Rhodes, you finally offer to ‘take care’ of the Sheriff, who you’ve been flirting with for months. Unfortunately, one of his Deputies needs to use the office whilst it’s already occupied… Word count: 1401 Tags: First time, Boss/Employee, Teasing, Public sex, Restraints, Light bondage.

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😈🥺 [f] [Charles/Reader] A Tender Way to Start the Day  -  Charles enjoys some morning sex with his other half. Word count: 1518 Tags: Morning sex, Morning cuddles, Cuddle fucking, Spooning, Creampie. Read on AO3 Read on Tumblr

⭐ 🥺 [f] [Jack Marston/Reader] The Last of his Kind -  A handsome young man approaches you at the bar after catching you checking him out. Names are exchanged and drinks are downed, and you seem to have fallen for him a lot harder than you realize. (ongoing work) Word count: 3941 Tags: Post-RDR, Post-Epilogue, Saloon, Drinking, Strangers to lovers, Slow burn, Flirting, First dates. Read on AO3 (due to being multi-chapter)

😈 [fm] [Jack Marston/Reader] Tending to the Crops  - Jack always does his ranch work shirtless, so why can’t you? Even if Jack does think you’re being a tease? Word count: 2650 (per chapter) Tags: Post RDR1 Epilogue, Beechers Hope, Teasing, Flirting, Bad pick-up lines, Established relationship, Outdoor sex. Read on AO3 Read on Tumblr

#Masterlist #RDRmasterlist

[assless-chapstick]

Ahhhhh that gif! albert mason comes to visit and is too familiar with Arthur for Charles' liking. The three drink a little too much whiskey and sloppy Arthur crawls in Charles lap like in the gif and Charles is gives Albert that LOOK

YESSSSS oh boy oh boy 

maybe arthur stands up to go grab, idk, a souvenir or a photo album or another drink, and he’s all wobbly and Charles goes “C’mere, niwah, you’re too drunk” and pulls Arthur into his lap and Albert doesn’t know what that word means but the way Charles says it tells him enough

and then Arthur forgets himself, loves the smell of Charles’ skin so much he just has to lean in and bury his face in Charles’ neck, and Charles is there smoking a cigarette and he shoots Alberta this look, like ‘I dare you to say something, you know this is sexy’ and Albert is blushing so hard and his head is spinning and he’s turned on

cuz yeah he’s gay, but such overt homosexuality, in plane sight, the confidence and familiarity and audacity, and the fact he gets to watch? It does things to him, has him squirming in his seat as Charles pushes Arthur’s legs apart, facing no resistance at all, and Arthur straight up whimpers as Charles fondles him through his jeans... 

being drunk and being watched makes Arthur shy and slutty all at once, has him blushing and hiding his face and saying “Jesus, Charles, don’t, he ain’t wanna see this shit...” even as Charles is kicking Arthur’s legs open and unbuttoning his shirt to show off those big tits, still faintly littered with kiss marks and finger bruises....

and that’s how Arthur ends up getting spitroasted, with Albert in his mouth, marveling at how Charles has tamed such a mighty predator.... and maybe Charles even shows Albert how Arthur likes it, how soft and pliant he gets on a pair of long artist’s fingers like Albert has....

and Albert finally gets to be free and gay on charles n arthurs ram ranch.... beautiful...

thanks for this lovely fuckin prompt mister....... imagine arthur kinda shy and coy but only because he loves being watched.... n filled with cum.........

#Anonymous

[askdawnandvern]

WT: Whoo...that's a hard one to think about, especially if we keep the whole 'Night Howler' angle. After all, Dawn using night howler had a pretty clear purpose, to make predators look like they had gone feral. Doing the same to prey might not have the same impact unless you did it to megafauna or something. But let's make a drastic switch, let's change it up and see how we could make this feasible.

Changing Vernon's family from one that was very averse to 'Native Wolf' culture, and pred supremacy, to one that embraced it would be the first step. Now you have a corrupt Dorian and Audrey instilling in their children how prey are beneath them, and sub-mammals. The part of Vernon that is in his nature resists as a kid for a while, which leads to him and young Dawn still striking up a friendship. However, unlike before, it is Vernon's parents who break it up when it is discovered.

Meanwhile, in Dawn's family. Aster, instead of letting his father's last words essentially rot him from the inside outward, decides to live the life he wants for his daughter and wife. No drinking, and he goes to therapy to deal with the emotional baggage. Now we have a supportive father in the household, who sees his only daughter as a miracle and wants her to shine in whatever career she chooses.

By the time high school rolls around, Vernon is troubled. He never becomes friends with Gus, and Dawn takes his place in that friend group. Dawn becomes Gus' dungeon designer and finds that she likes creating the visuals for the world.

Vernon continues to spend his life being told by his family about how prey mammals look down their snout at predators, how they keep them under their hooves at all times, and even pointing to Dawn's grandfather as proof that it is only ever going to get worse for predators if something isn't done. And after hearing it again and again, and seeing that reluctance in prey to befriend him, Vernon begins to side with his family. More so, he latches on to the idea that if anything is going to change for predators, it was going to be up to those who knew what was truly going on to do it. So Vernon begins to take an interest in politics with the eventual plan to place preds in the prominence they deserve.

Going to Meadowland's University in place of Dawn, Vernon crosses paths with and is forced to subdue a pred hopped up on Doug's first pass at a night howler drug, and with his families skill in detective work and law, is able to track it back to Doug. After working the ram over to get the details on exactly just what the ram had done, and learning the secret of night howler, Vernon begins blackmailing the ram in order to get access to the drug. As I mentioned in the story, my take on night howler is that it simply blocks higher brain functions, while flushing the body with Adrenalin, triggering a feral flight or fight response. So building on this idea, Vernon has the ram start designing a version of the drug that cuts out the rush of adrenalin, instead making the subjects docile and complacent.

Playing his cards close to his chest, coupled with the fact that prey seem keen to elect preds to position of power despite their prejudice, Vernon couples his ticket with Lionheart to earn the rather large wolf vote in Alpine Glade.

With his place as assistant Mayor, and with Doug still under his thumb, the wolf begins the process of running large scale tests on this new 'prey pacification' drug. The goal eventually being something similar to Aster's plan, however, instead of making the city rip itself apart, the massive night howler attack would turn the city's prey populace into a bunch of docile slaves, placing them back where Vernon believed they belonged.

Lionheart of course, wouldn't be too concerned with stories of missing prey, or ones turning up shambling and mindless at the hospital. After all, it didn't exactly stand to threaten his position unless it started happening in mass and the prey populace demanded him to find the cause. However, Doug would be the weak link here. The ram would be looking to escape from working under Vernon, twisted with guilt and an even deeper hatred for preds. But his hints and leaks to the ZPD aren't being picked up on correctly...that is until Judy Hopps joins the ZPD and takes an interest in the case.

How Nick and her adventures go from there is anyone's guess. But it ends with Vernon being foiled and locked up much like Dawn was.

Dawn on the other hoof, graduates ZU and quickly gets hired as an intern at a local architecture firm. While not a mammal usually associated with construction, she'd still have better odds compared to Vernon of getting hired outright.

As for Rehab, and LAW in the scheme of things from there...I suppose they could still happen in a modified format. But I can only imagine a reformed Vernon would never, ever bring Dawn back to that universes' version of the Hunter Ranch. Whether it be due to Dorian being the leader of the second plot instead of Aster, or simply because they would all still be staunch anti-prey mammals.

Of course, that's just a first pass at the idea...

#Zootopia #ask blog #askdawnandvern #Assistant Mayor Bellwether #judy hopps #Nick Wilde #wastedtimeee #dawn bellwether #au

[swampmemes]

EXCLUSIVE SPACE HOOTERS SENTENCE MEME ! ( VOLUME THREE ) aka things that were actually said . feel free to change pronouns and names ! some of these are nsfw .

you ever just realize that if you wanted to you could go buy a package of sea monkeys from Walmart and then just open the bag and. guzzle em down like pop rocks.

 my tiny, tiny brain is too tempted

is tea technically a soup?

pls don't eat tea leaves

If you eat tea leaves we can't be friends

make tea soup and put some sea monkeys in it for some Added Cronch

I'M SORRY THE SEA MONKEYS THING REALLY STUCK OUT TO ME

alright but if you put sea monkeys in tea would that make it a soup tho

THAT WOULD DEFINITELY MAKE IT A SOUP

a crunchy soup

CRONCH CRONCH

Crönch, bröthers

If there's anything I dislike more than Christmas, its Christmas music

I'm in the woods y'all want anything

icb i made a star wars reference and my manager didn’t catch it

this....... this is beautiful.

Iconic and vaguely threatening

also what the frick. vagueing about them damn antis.

i feel vaguely cursed by watching that

sometimes... I have dreams about space hooters. vague dreams where i open up this chat to some new nonsense. I'm. not sure what that means.

hopefully i'll be vaguely human tomorrow

where's my vague binch

it's VAGUELY UNSETTLING

idk guys, might be a little too vague. it's so hard to tell with the... outright stating of facts

personified lightsabers

the h stands for hooters

peen math

THAT'S PURE SMUT ISN'T IT

huehuehue imma read it

He’s an alpha , the pinnacle of sexual prowess, of physical fortitude and dominance.

i want thrawn to choke me

bLUE DADDY

like, most people want thrawn to choke them, tbh

hmm, would you let sauron choke you

choke me blue man

BRUH HOW THRAWN IS HOT AS SHIT

15 year old me is NUTTING

That's so cursed that it should be in the nsfw channel

a concept: darth maul but instead of sith tattoos he has icp tattoos

McYikes™

our positivity channel is now cursed af

AAAAAA THIS IS SO CURSED

i'm blocking you preemptively

i’m gonna report u to the police for saying my ship is bad

this entire server is cursed

this channel is cursed

why did i decide to look in here

I’m gonna make this guy suck my farts

so I can avoid a systematic attack against me

not safe for work because it shouldn't be safe for anyone's eyes to be seen

RAM RANCH REALLY ROCKS

ON THEIR KNEES WAITInG TO SUCK

18 naked cowboys wanting to be fucked !

petition to rename the nsfw channel to 'cursed'

Minty freshness

part of me wants to ask why mint ice cream is in the nsfw channel. The rest of me knows better

MMMm, minty freshness

the combination of pleasure and a touch of pain

He slammed his hilariously oversized rifle into her floral, fang-studded chamber

chipples (chiss nipples)

He ran his throbbing, erratic, weeping shaft into her moist swamp.

that reads like an ai trying to write porn

chussy (chiss pussy)

if i cant have smooth yoda, i will have yoda fucks

no resisting, no mercy, no pants

lmao i almost feel bad for the fbi agent snooping on me

this entire channel needs to be burned

i would suck jasper hale's dick behind a denny's at 2 am

one time i mentioned that i'm allergic to bananas and this girl asked me if it was a lesbian thing

allergic to dicks

dick hydra. cut one off, two more grow in its place

i mean they need 17 dicks bc they never know which ones gonna be chomped off

that is 17 dicks too many

CHOMP CHOMP

a russian roulette

#rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #rp memes #rp meme #sentence meme