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Alpha, Please

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

The first two parts give context, but aren't required for this read.

Summary: It took Price talking to Ghost for him to realize he was neglecting you, his mate. He finally found it in himself to start from the beginning, courting you. You invited him into your nest, eventually allowing him to fuck you into it.

Content Tags: Angst in the beginning if you squint, bits and pieces of fluff, Ghost literally brings you food, Obtaining your mans hoodies and shirts, Dubious Consent, Fingering, PiV Sex, Knotting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No use of Y/N

A/N: You guys really liked the sex in Maple Syrup, so here's an extension after The Aftermath with some smut that I excluded from the headcannons I made. As always, more under the cut and my asks are open <3.

Part 1, Part 2, Headcannons

Legally, you and Ghost were in the clear. It took a few weeks and some hearings to get to where you were, but they relented and allowed you to continue working. The only problem was that you couldn't go on missions anymore, not unless you got rid of the bond, which would allow you to take suppressants again.

It pissed you off, but you were more than happy to keep working, even without the missions. You were left with one problem. Ghost was now ignoring you, he would disappear from any room if you happened to walk in, and anytime you thought you caught a glimpse he seemed to disappear.

You were getting annoyed. You wanted your Alpha to want you, you were trying to get him to talk to you but it seemed all for naught. You blinked out of your thoughts as a knock on your office door echoed in the small room. You sighed deeply, giving them a simple come in, and trying to get back to the paperwork you'd been working on.

The door opened and shut, the chair in front of your desk getting pulled back and the person sat down. When you lifted your head, you gave a deep sigh. Price. He leaned back, seeming to be fully relaxed.

"What is it you need, Captain?" He looked you up and down, giving a small sniff as he scented you. You raised your eyebrows, gesturing for him to answer you.

"Has Ghost been ignoring you? You smell bothered," you groaned, wiping a hand down your face. You nodded at him, not wanting to get into it. "That's not good," you barked a laugh, throwing your pen down and tossing your hands up.

"No shit it's not good, Price, it's been pissing me off. He hasn't talked to me since the last hearing we had together," you shook your head, eyes shutting. "It hurts. More than it should, even if I don't really know him," Price nodded with your words, looking away.

He sighed deeply. "I'll have a talk with him, I've noticed it effected both of you. Ghost on the field, and you in the medbay," you had to look away at that, you knew how far behind you were in paperwork. It was piling up and everyone wanted things sorted, but you couldn't get to it. In your downtime, all you did was lay in your nest, trying to soothe yourself.

Price had walked out, and that was the last of the conversation. There wasn't much else to say, but he did make sure to let you know that you needed to catch up on your paperwork. That was all you did that night, leading into early the next morning. You'd made sure to get breakfast, but you were working on the paperwork through lunch and into early afternoon.

You hadn't noticed the hours going by, hadn't noticed how hungry you'd become. Another knock on the door made you shake out of your stupor. You blinked, eyes falling in and out of focus.

"Come in," you called out, rubbing your eyes as you leaned back. God, your back and neck hurt from being hunched over. You hadn't heard the door open or seen Ghost sit down in front of you, but you'd noticed the plate of food slide into your vision.

That made you look up, hands pausing from rubbing your neck. He'd taken off the skull portion of his mask, leaving the balaclava on. So similar to the mission, but so different. He wasn't looking at you, but at the food in front of you.

"You missed two meals," was all he said. You looked between him and the food, not sure how to feel.

"Price talked to you, I'm assuming," you grabbed the fork, finally realizing how hungry you'd become. He nodded, leaned back in the chair.

Ghost looked at you for a moment before looking away. "Price did talk to me," you groaned. God, he was so shit at conversations. Does he really think this is what a conversation entails? Not explaining anything, just hoping you could fill in the blanks.

It was silent for a few moments, the fork scraping against the plate every now and again breaking it. You hadn't looked up from the food, and it was slightly uncomfortable. Did he think this was going to fix everything?

"I want to court you,"

"What?"

It was a few days later that Ghost was called for a mission. You hadn't talked much outside of that conversation, he didn't give you many other details. He would stop by during lunch, though, bringing you food but never ate. The silence had become more comfortable as the days went on, but he'd told you about the mission.

The night he was set to leave, you found a small box in front of your door. You could faintly smell Ghost on it, but you still hesitated on grabbing it. You weren't entirely sure what was inside, or what it actually was.

It sat on your bed as you stared at it. Nothing moved inside, and you couldn't smell anything outside of Ghosts scent. It made you a little nervous, the thought that if something inside was so important then maybe he knew he would die on this mission.

In a panic, you opened the box, his scent seeming to explode out of it. It made your head jerk away, trying to find unscented air. Once you could shake your head clear of the thick scent, you took a look inside.

It looked like a shirt, black and all you could smell was Ghost. When you pulled it out, you revealed it to actually be a hoodie. It was big, and smelled so good. Leather, hints of tobacco and the gunpowder that they used on base. You turned, still holding the hoodie and opened your closet, dropping on your knees in your nest and fiddling with the different fabrics in it, trying to find the perfect spot.

You knew he was going to court you, but how long had he been wearing this hoodie for it to smell so strongly of him? The second you found the perfect spot you curled up into the nest, small purrs coming from your throat.

It'd been so long since you were happy enough to purr.

A few weeks later, just a few minutes after lunch, your door opened and closed.

Without looking up, you groaned. "Seriously, Amanda, I don't need you still on my case about my scent. You're supposed to be on suppressants, you shouldn't be able to smell much of anything," you looked up and froze. "Ghost."

"Who's Amanda?" You leaned back in your chair and gave a soft laugh. She'd been on your case about how your scent was changing, the leather and tobacco on it making you smell just a little too much like Ghost.

You looked up at him from your chair, watching as he set food down for you. "She's been on my case for the last few weeks, apparently I'm starting to smell like you, but I don't know how she can even smell it. She's supposed to be on suppressants, and I know she isn't mated. I think she's trying to get with one of your soldiers, you know," you pointed at him with the fork you'd picked up, shrugging slightly.

Ghosts face didn't change, but he put a box on your desk, taking a seat in front of you like normal. "I didn't know you were so interested in the lives of your subordinates," you shrugged.

"What's in the box?"

Without a blink, he gestured at it. You looked between him and the box, pulling it closer to you. It still smelled like him, a little stronger than normal. Opening it, you found a few items. A little blanket, small but still smelling of Ghost. When you pulled it out, you couldn't hold back a laugh.

You showed it to Ghost, trying to stop laughing. "You really got me a blanket with a ghost on it? Where'd you get it?" He shook his head, you could see his eyes crinkling a little bit. You really, really hoped it was a smile.

"I honestly can't tell you, confidentiality," you shook your head, placing it across your lap. The next item you pulled out was a shirt, black and short-sleeved. The smell on it was so strong, you had to lean slightly away.

"How often are you wearing these? The hoodie smelled about as strong as this, it can't be from just one time wearing it," Ghost didn't respond, gesturing to the half-eaten food in front of you. Putting the shirt back in the box, you started to dig in.

You were so happy to have him back, and the next few weeks went by very similarly. You tucked the blanket into your nest, starting to wear his shirt to sleep. The hoodies scent had started to fade, so you'd tucked it a little further from the center of your nest, replacing it with the blanket.

Every so often, he would give you a shirt, and you'd eventually invited him to your room for dinner. You'd allowed him to snoop around before showing him your nest.

"That's the blanket I gave you," he had said when he saw it lying in the center. You couldn't see it, not through the mask or with his back turned, but he was smiling, and you thought you heard a chuff come from him.

It took you a few more weeks to allow him to sit in your nest, but you finally did. It was usually only a night or two a week, sometimes he would read while sitting in it, or he would eat with his back to you. In the mornings when you woke up, you found a new shirt replacing one of the stale ones, or a hoodie placed on your bed. They always smelled of Ghost.

The one night he had laid down beside you, he had handed you little box. When you opened it, a necklace laid inside, a little S was engraved on a piece of metal, and a little Ghost was sitting beside it. The smile on your face was so wide, he helped you put it on. You had begun softly purring, allowing him to pull you onto his chest.

It was a few moments of silence before anyone said anything. "Simon," you picked your head up, glancing up at him. You were lost, who was Simon? "That's what the S stands for. Simon," your fingers touched the necklace softly.

"That's your name?"

It wasn't too long after that that you had begun your first heat. You had noticed yourself feeling feverish that morning, but didn't think too much of it. It was in the middle of cold season, so you assumed you had just caught someone's sickness. One of the rookies had coughed right on you a few days ago, but you thought you cleaned up well enough to not catch it.

You wore a mask, settling into your office to start some of the paperwork regarding rookies and their needed medications or allergies. You'd only been working an hour when cramps starting spasming in your gut, forcing you to stop.

What the hell? You were fine a few days ago, so what the hell was happening? These weren't consistent with a cold. Something was wrong, really, really wrong.

When you stumbled back to your room, head growing foggy, it finally hit you. You were going into heat. You could feel the slick slowly pooling out of you, you were beginning to sweat as the heat became ingrained in you.

It hurt, the spasms forcing more slick out of you, and you were barely able to stumble into your nest before ripping your clothes off. You could feel your cunt spasming around nothing, your fingers scrambling to fill the emptiness inside of you, but nothing seemed to fill it.

Simon was worried. You hadn't been in your office at lunch, but he assumed you were pulled off to help somewhere in the medbay, so he didn't think too much of it. That night, you hadn't shown up in his room, where you'd agreed to meet for dinner.

That was when he went to your room. From a few doors down he could smell your sweetness and he could feel himself hardening. When Simon opened the door, unlocking it with the key you'd given him, his eyes rolled back at the smell. He'd argue it, coincidentally, smelled as good as maple syrup.

Walking into your room, he saw the bed unkempt and could hear little whimpers from your nest, and he found you curled up and sweating, writhing. Your pretty little face was pressing into the shirt he'd left a few nights ago, whines coming from you with each pass of your hand over your clit. He stood watching you for a few moments before your eyes peeled open, whine deepening into a moan when you finally recognized him.

Alpha, you whined for him. That broke him, and he dropped down in front of you, tugging your legs over his and onto his lap. Your slick was soaking into his pants and he pressed his length into your core, dragging his rough pants over your clit and watching your back arch so beautifully.

Pulling back, he listened to you hiss and try to grind your hips back against his, but his hands caught them and held you down. Simons fingers swiped over your clit, watching your eyes roll back and moaning his name as his fingers slid into you, curling and stretching you out for him.

He could feel his rut starting to take over, and he had to take some deep breaths before it fully came over him. Dropping his head, he pushed his face into your gland and started licking and sucking. Pushing another finger into you, he could feel your nails digging into his biceps as your cunt throbbed around them. Sliding his fingers out of you, he kept one hand on your hip while pulling his cock out, listening to you whine for more, more, please Alpha, more.

Grabbing the backs of your thighs, he places them over his shoulders, lining up to slide right in. Your breath caught up in your throat, cutting your moan off partway through as he stretched you open. Moving slowly, he slid his tongue along your neck to press an open mouth kiss on your jaw.

As he bottomed out, he leaned back up to look at you. Your eyes were glassy and your fingers were scratching at his abdomen, cunt throbbing around him. While Simon slid back out, you finally seemed to catch your breath, moans coming out long and loud. He groaned from deep in his chest at the feeling of your cunt pulsating around him, sliding back in just as slow as he'd slid out. Your hips bucked, slurring out faster, alpha. need more, need it faster, please.

Your eyes rolled back as his hips quickened, all Simon could think about was getting your thoughtless, the only words he wanted coming out of you was Simon, and Alpha. He began to speed up more, hands tugging on your hips with each thrust, pulling you in rhythm to his thrust. You groaned, lifting your head to look at him through glossy eyes, tears falling down your cheeks. Please, Simon, please, before your words caught in your throat as his fingers found your clit, knot starting to catch on your cunt.

Your whines grew higher, cunt pulsing around him quicker and catching further on his knot as your mouth dropped open wider. He kept his pace, watching as your back arched sharply, hands dropping to your sides to grasp at the nest underneath you.

With your head dropping back, eyes scrunching, Simon could feel your pussy trying to milk him. It didn't take long after that, the mixture of your cunt spasming around him, your whines of Alpha, and his knot already growing for him to cum. Simons knot caught fully on you, thrusts shortening to try and keep pumping while he came, head dropping to nip at your gland, sinking his teeth in when your cunt spasming even harder around him.

When Simon finally came to, he dropped your neck from his bite and moved slowly to avoid jostling you too much. He twisted around, pulling you on top of him in order to get you into a more comfortable position. Your breaths heated the side of his neck, and when you came to all you could smell was Simon, felt his knot caught inside of you and his warm hands brushing against your back.

"Go to sleep, love," he whispered in your hair. God, he hoped all of your heats would be spent here, in a nest you carefully created. Even hoped you'd allow him to spend his ruts in your nest.

Franzi’s BMoL Writing Challenge - Masterpost

Thank you to everything who participated in this, it’s a lot more than I expected! I hope everyone will enjoy reading these and don’t forget to leave the writers some feedback!

Note: Not all of them have a category attached yet because I went with what was listed in the warnings if they had some. I didn’t get to read all of them yet but will add categories later on as I get to read them!

People that asked for extensions will be added later on, people I didn’t hear from at all and post after this was posted, will not be added. If you posted for this before this post was made and you’re not on the list, feel free to send me the link and I will add you!

Arthur Ketch x Reader

“Torn” by @jana-corleone  (Angst)

“Leave” by @luciisthebest (Angst/Smut)

“Edge Of A Knife” by @wayward-mirage (Smut)

“How is leaving so easy for you?” by @gone-to-fight-the-fairies

“I Don’t Love You” by @isoldmysoultocrowley (Angst)

“Team” by @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll (Smut)

“Wake up!” by @theinsandoutsofcastiel (Angst)

“What They Took” by @riversong-sam (Angsty)

Mick Davies x Reader/ x OC

“The Games We Play” by @thewhiterabbit42

“I Just Wanted My Dishes Done”  by @kristiisaidjit (Fluff)

“Friends With Benefits” by @clueless-gold (Angst)

“The Way Home” by @rowdyhooliganism

“For The Best” by @meganlpie (Angst)

“Whiskey & Secrets” by @captainemwinchester (Fluff)

“Longing” by @wayward-mirage

“A Sick Mick Fic” by @trollhunter94

"Enraged” by @srj1990 (Smut)

“High School sucks” by @besslincoln-bruh (Fluff)

“Wake Up” by @fangirlingfanatic2442 (Angst)

“Untitled” Prompt: “Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call it.” by @milady-tevinter

“A Soft Bite” by @buffylovesfoxmulder (Angst)

“Dishes“ by @randomtwistedlife

“Torn” by @jana-corleone (Angst)

Other

“The Toys Are The Fun Part” by @akhuna01 (Dean x Reader x Ketch/ Smut) 

“This Is What We Have Become” by @lux-tuli (Ketch x Mick) 

“Fun On The Company Dime” by @badsongwinchester (Dean x Reader x Ketch/ Smut)

“Five” by @dacianamusik23 (Fluff)

i’m sweet for you

dilf!jake sully x fem na’vi reader

!! smut - minors dni; daddy kink; breeding kink (jake’s specifically teehee); slight cervix penetration; creampie and squirting; navi and english pet names <33// 892 words

: this is nasty i knowww but is it a need? yes. desperately even; gnashing my teeth so hard; wrote this in godspeed so hopefully no errors; hope you guys would luv this <33; title is from venice bitch - lana

jake presses his palm on your belly, putting enough pressure like he is trying to feel something. the touch makes you squirm, your walls clamping down around him. a sudden sharp thrust, accompanied by your choked squeal, makes jake’s hips stutter, and he feels winded, his lungs constricting as he savours the plush walls squeezing his cock so deliciously.

“jesus,” he murmurs, the ragged breaths spilling from his lips sound like barely-contained snarls. “y’feel that, sweetheart?”

you whimper, blinking your teary eyes up at him, your face scrunching in confusion and your ears twitching with your every hiccupped gasp. jake chuckles at the dazed look in your eyes, crooning softly when your cunt spasms around his cock again.

“i’m all the way here, baby,” jake says, pressing his hand down to your belly again. “stuffing y’r tiny pussy. want daddy to fill you up, ma’yawntu?”

you tremble at his words, your swollen lips falling for a muffled cry when jake begins to hump at your cunt, shallow thrusts pushing his cock ever so closer to your womb. jake grins, something that is so primal and dangerous, his eyes roving over your flushed body before pinning his eyes at your dazed look. 

“goddamn baby.” he laughs. “you still w’me?”

a garbled moan is all you can reply with, too lost in your pleasure to even think of anything coherent to say – not like jake doesn’t adore you like this: drunk on his cock, squeezing him for all his worth, with your tail unconsciously looped around his thigh.

“so sweetheart? what d’you say?” jake’s hand leaves your belly to hike up along your torso, only stopping when it’s reached your heaving chest. his fingers trail ghosting touches along your sensitive skin, purposeful with his teasing, before he finally cups your breast. “want daddy’s seed in you?”

he noses along your jaw, grazing his lips on your skin. you sob at another shallow thrust, his cockhead hitting so deep in you.

jake lifts his head to ghost his lips over your ears, nipping, before he whispers, “one more kid ain’t too bad, don’t you think so too, baby girl?” 

his words struck you, your flushed skin burning hotter, and you swivel your head to look at him, gaping, feeling so breathless amidst his heated gaze.

“ma’jake,” you sob, softly nodding, emotional and desperate, needing him to fuck you with his cock again. the shallow thrusts were not enough. “please, daddy! breed me, please!”

jake snarls, his ears flicking in tension, his tail whipping behind him, before he’s fucking you hard and rough again. he’s filling you up so deliciously with his cock, each stroke along your walls is taking you apart. your mind is fraying at the edges, the curl of your orgasm racing along your veins.

distantly, you realize you’re screaming jake’s name, broken voice sounding raspier at each muted moan. jake’s responding growl resonates from where his lips are pressed on your neck, his fangs tearing through skin, and his tongue lapping at the beads of blood.

a particularly sharp thrust pushes jake deeper in you – something you didn’t even know was possible. a pop echoes throughout your body, your insides spasming at the rush of euphoric pleasure, so dizzying it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“daddy! i’m gonna-! ma’jake, i’m gonna-!” you scream, sounding so guttural and raw, white spots filling your vision.

“fuck, baby! so fuckin’ tight!” jake pushes his face on the juncture of your neck, kissing your wounded skin. “cum f’r me baby. cum f’r daddy.”

you sob as crashing pleasure overwhelms you, your cunt tightening up around jake’s cock, before a gush of squirt dampens your thighs. jake trembles at the feeling, his growl is so deep you feel it reverberate in your own chest.

“i’m gon’ fill you up, baby. gon’ breed you so good. you’d love that won’t you, ma’yawntu? love daddy’s seed?” jake murmurs, his voice is so quiet that you think he is talking to himself more than he is to you. still, you reply with an eager nod, trying your best to let him know that you would love nothing more.

you are still so drunk off of his cock, savouring your orgasm, when jake stops and buries himself to the hilt with a wet slap. you could not even prepare yourself before his seed is spilling into you, filling you up just as he promised.

your whimper catches his attention and jake pulls his head away from your neck to check on you. you don’t know what he sees, but jake just coos at you, his lips brushing along your wet cheeks before finally slotting them against your swollen ones.

the kiss is languid and gentle, a stark difference from his fucking but not any less overwhelming. you chase his lips when he pulls back and jake chuckles, his eyes crinkling in soft delight.

“ma’muntxate,” he whispers, peppering your cheeks with fleeting kisses. “my beautiful mate, so good to me.”

you hum, nuzzling your face on his, his nose rubbing along yours. “i love you, ma’jake.” 

your english is accented, your tongue still unused to the alien language. but you watch the way jake’s eyes sparkle, dipping into something so tender and heartfelt, and you know you said it right.

“i know, yawne. i love you too.”

Saying “this niche, properly tagged, warned, and rated piece of fiction could theoretically hurt someone” is not a good argument. This properly labeled cookie with the allergen information at the bottom that contains gluten could theoretically harm me very badly, but only if I consume it. Tags are like nutrition labels, and warnings are like allergy information. If you know you have an allergy to something, the logic is to stay away from it. It is the same with fiction. I’m not running through stores yelling at people to take all the products with gluten off the shelves just because it could hurt me. Instead I ignore it and go to the gluten free section and find cookies that are right for me. And if running through a grocery store yelling sounds ridiculous, that’s because it is. Stop doing the same with fiction.

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

I BURN FOR YOU | MASTERLIST

Pairing | Duke Simon Riley x reader

Summary | Your parents and Simon’s arrange for the two of you to be betrothed against your will. Simon is away when all of this happens and when he’s back it’s already his wedding day. Your families have agreed if, when the London Season finishes in three months, your feelings remain unchanged for one another, you may separate. Simon never planned on getting married to anyone, and he certainly never planned on falling in love either.

Tags | Regency era au, arranged marriage, Simon being a douchebag, Simon being his grumpy self, panic attack, Simon slowly becoming sweet, smut, virgin reader, butler Johnny, slow burn, fluffy, angst.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Fin

Divider credits - @cafekitsune

Inspired by I Burn For You audio by GEDaudio and Bridgeton

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The red queen

Title: The Red Queen

Bad Bitches Bingo Square Filled: Royal AU

Written for: @badbitchesbingo​​​

Summary: You are the queen. No man dares to break your law. No one! Or – the true story of the red queen.

Pairing: Queen!Reader x Sarah Wilson; Queen!Reader x King!Steve Rogers; King!Steve Rogers x Lord!James Buchanan Barnes

Characters: Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow, Wanda/Pietro Maximoff (mentioned), unnamed hangman

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,8 k

Warnings: angst, language, strong reader, characters death, violence (light), mentions of attempted sexual assault, misogyny, arranged marriage (implied), hiding your sexual orientation, bisexual reader, bisexual Steve Rogers, a hint of fluff

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

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