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Jack must have a girlfriend.

That was the current rumor spreading through the staff, which Dr. Abbot did nothing to dissuade people from thinking.

The first piece of evidence was his new meals, packed in cute bento boxes with little notes stuck to them. He didn't let anyone read them, but everyone could see the little quirk in his lips when he read them. He was more relaxed. That was the only way everyone could describe it.

The second piece of evidence was that Robby seemed to be annoyed whenever someone brought it up. While it wasn't official, meaning neither one of the repressed men would say it, everyone knew they were dating. Lingering touches and looks, small inside jokes that bloomed because the two men finally moved in together.

Everyone knew it wasn't Robby doing it. It wasn't his way of displaying affection, but that only made everything even more confusing.

Especially when he started showing up with the same lunchboxes and the same colored sticky notes.

"Do you really think there's a third?" Trinity whispers to Dennis, eyebrows raised as they watch the two doctors.

"No way... a third?" Dennis almost denies it until he thinks it over again. "Well... They might be into that kind of thing." He drops his voice lower than hers, realizing she could he onto something.

"You really should know better by now."

That's all John had said when he saw your pitiful face, begging and whining as Johnny and Kyle gave you the wedgie of your life. Kyle was tugging the front, taking great pleasure in watching the fabric floss through your lips while Johnny kept brutal pressure on the back. A squeaky clean going on for so long you lost track of time.

You did know better. That's why John had no sympathy for you and why Johnny and Kyle didn't believe it when you begged them to stop. You had flaunted yourself for them in your nightgown and panties, flashing the fabric of them like you wanted them to do something.

You knew the consequences of letting your panties peek out. Kyle had hung you up in your own locker enough times for the lesson to be ingrained into your mind. Maybe he needed to make your pussy familiar with the lesson as well.

"Kyle! That hurts. It hurts so bad, please let me go." You beg as Johnny pulls even harder on his end. It was like tug of rope with your panties, which showed no signs of ripping.

"Ah, ah... when I wedgie you, what's the rule?" He threads his fingers through the leg holes of your panties, forcing the wedgie impossibly deeper.

"Please -!" You grasp at his wrist, trying desperately to push his hands down. "You don't stop until they rip! That's the rule, but it's been so long -"

"Oh, it's only been about five minutes, Bonnie..." Johnny chides as he pulls the waistband well over your head. It could easily snap over your chin if he wanted it to. "We could always hang you up. Leave you dangling by the door until they tear off."

"Or we could spend an hour doing this." Kyle grins wickedly as Johnny lets go of the waistband of your panties, snapping them over your face. "Don't worry, love. We won't rush your fun."

Retired Simon who babysits for the single mom living next to him. You were the only person who never leaned down when speaking to him in his wheelchair. You had explained to your daughter that "sometimes, people need help to get around. His legs work differently than yours."

When he used his crutches and fell because of the cracked sidewalk, you asked if he wanted help instead of putting hands on him. The next day, a crew wea out repairing that part of the sidewalk until it laid smooth. It was awkward at first to be a babysitter since he had no experience with kids, but your daughter was obsessed with him.

"I'm playing unicorn farm!" She beams the first time he's over, using the arms of his wheel chair to set two of her dolls. "These are the farmers!"

"Now, do the farmers get paid in regular cash, or are the owners of the unicorns using gold?" He questions as his left knee is taken hostage by a small barn. Her eyes sparkle when he asks, her giant smile missing several teeth.

"Neither! It's fairy dust! It helps the handlers fly so they can take care of the unicorns!" She explains matter of fact, her dolls flying around above the barn.

"Are there masks for the thin air? Or is fairy dust even more powerful than I thought?" When you clamor into the house well past 9 pm, Simon is watching TV while your daughter is tucked into bed.

"Hey, I'm sorry, my shift ran over -"

"That's the most fun I've had since I was discharged." He cuts you off, voice earnest but quiet to avoid waking your baby girl. "You've got a great kid. And you, you have a good heart." You hold the door open as he wheels out, using the ramp that came with the house that you never removed.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Simon. Thank you." You say as he heads home, heart swelling when he gives you half a smile over his shoulder.

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"Do you wish you were tall?"

Simon looks down at you, his eye narrowing at your completely straight face. "Wot?"

"Like, most men aren't really satisfied with their height. Do you wish you were, like, actually tall?" Your lips quirk slightly, betraying your joke to him no matter how hard you tried.

"Go find something to do before I choose for you." He orders dismissively, watching you scurry away down the hall. Sargeants these days have a lot or nerve. He always knew you were a little cheeky, but this was new.

"Hey Johnny, what would you change about yourself if you could? You know, besides the obvious?" Johnny almost answered you when his jaw snaps shut with a click of his teeth.

"Besides the obvious? Excuse me!?" He gives you a shove in the side when you double over laughing. He was no stranger to rage bait, he just wasn't used to someone giving it back to him.

"Oh, come on, you have to know you're a few inches smaller than Kyle." You tease while making a pinching motion with your fingers. Johnny tucked that away for later, knowing just how much he could make you scream. Your reign of terror never seemed to end; just little comments dropped here and there.

"Do you wish that you were athletic?" You asked Kyle after beating his PR during training.

"Do you wish you were still in your sexual prime?" You had interrogated Price over drinks, much to Nikolais amusement.

"You think I'm not still in it?" Price asks as he leans over the bar table, getting closer to your face. You flush immediately, mouth opening to maybe continue your joke when John presses his whisky glass to your lips. "Shh, shh, shh. Drink up." He insists, forcing the burning liquid into your mouth and down your throat.

"Such a mouthy little brat lately." Simon grumbles as he gently holds your head in place. "Just begging for some attention, huh? Have we been neglecting you?"

It doesn't take long for the boys to toss down their money, making their way out of the bar and back to base with you stuck between them.

"Take it, come on, you can take it just fine." Johnny chuckles as he presses you down into the bed. The other boys had the pleasure of watching your eyes cross, mouth dangling open as you cry out from each thrust. "Kyle just took you, so you should barely feel it, right? Since he's so much bigger?"

Oh, shit... he was still bitter about that?

"Slo - Johnny! Slow do -own!" You sob as he slams into your sweet spot over and over again. John could see you pleading for him to help. Begging dear old dad to rescue you from the absolute pounding you were receiving.

"I can't help you, sweetheart. I'm not in my sexual prime anymore. I'm sure you won't be satisfied with me." He shrugs, thanking Nikolai with a simple nod when he pours him another drink.

"Poor thing is fucked out of their mind." Simon chuckles when Johnny finally lets up, rubbing your lower back soothingly as he takes a moment to talk to you.

"How you feeling, Bonnie? Hmm? Need a break?" He whispers as he brushes hair away from your face, easing you onto your side.

"Water, Johnny..." You couldn't help but whine, snuggling into his chest when he carefully gathered you into his lap.

"Alright, alright... I've got you." He coos as he carefully helps you drink half a bottle of water. "Take is easy on em, would you, lad?" He teases as Simon stands to take you when he sees your ready.

"That anyway to talk to your uncle?" Simon grunts as he gives Johnny a slight corrective slap. "Just cause the little ones in trouble doesn't mean you can't be, too." He warns as he takes you into his arms. You shiver nervously when he pins you up against the wall, legs dangling in the air as the wrapped around his hips.

"You think I'm too short now, love?" He whispers as he lets you slowly sink down onto him. You gasp as your weight settles down on his cock, gravity forcing him deeper than you've ever felt. "Come on, I'm sure the grounds are not too far away. If you stretch your legs, you can reach." He coos with a groan thrusting up into you. "Go ahead and try."

There was absolutely no reason why someone should be pounding on your door at three in the morning; but that's exactly what woke you up. The second thing was checking the time on your phone and seeing his name pop up underneath.

You were going to kill Kyle Garrick.

"When I said if you needed my help whenever that didn't mean in the middle of the night!" Kyle reels back slightly when you throw the front door open. "You're pounding away like the fbi, I gave you a spare key to a cabin!! What more do you need!?"

You freeze when you notice the three men huddled behind him on your small front porch, trying to avoid the rain. "Oh my God, and you brought friends! That's why you're knocking!" You turn away from the door and stomp into the house, leaving the door open for the men to shuffle inside.

"What the hell are ye doing!?" Johnny hisses when Kyle steps into the house, toeing his boots off at the door.

"That's our cue to get in before they change their minds. Boots off." He explains as he takes off his coat and heads to the kitchen. You were furiously getting down mugs from the cabinet, a kettle already warming on the stove as you mutter angrily under your breath.

"I'm sorry -"

"Oh shut up! You shut up!" You huff, all but throwing a few boxes of tea onto the kitchen table. "Show them to their rooms and do not wake me up again!" You hiss, stomping off back towards your room while the team stands there dumbfounded.

"I thought you said this was a friend of yours." John breaks the silence, snatching the kettle off the heat when it starts to whistle.

"Yeah. They are." Kyle shrugs. "I didn't say they were nice."

Kyle was always a joker. Poking your chest and flicking your nose when you look down, insist your shoe laces were untied to make you pause, and his favorite, pantsing people.

It was quick, easy, and best done in the mess hall when someone had their hands full with a tray. Kyle had a new target for this favorite prank of his, the newest recruit on the team. You were sweet but an absolute menace when on the field. You didn't question John, not once, and you got along with everyone.

Kyle was just waiting for the right moment to really welcome you into the team.

Movie night was a sacred event among the 141 now. When all of them were on base together, they would gather in the common room to watch whatever caught their eye. You carefully balance three bowls of popcorn in your arms, making your way to the living room to pass them out.

"Hey, Johnny, take the top bowl, would ya?" You joke as you walk into the room. You lean over the couch carefully, ready to stand up after he grabs it when you feel a cold draft on your legs. Your face flushes, arms clutching the bowls to your chest when you remember you absolutely did not put on boxers after your shower.

"Dude... You're fucking huge." Kyle doesn't stand up from his crouched position, keeping a grip on your sweatpants as he watches your flaccid dick swinging in the air.

"Fuck you man, my hands are full - let go of my pants!" You sputter indignantly, setting the bowls down clumsily so you can try and cover yourself again. "Like you've never seen a big dick before!?"

"Yer bigger than Ghost, lad." Johnny grabs your hands, pulling them up and holding them still at your waist. "And he's not even hard, christ. Wonder how it looks all swollen and leakin'.." You flush down to your chest, chewing at the inside of your cheek as John leans forward in his seat.

"Why so quiet? Mm? You should be proud." He chuckles, reaching out to cradle your swollen balls in his palm. "Mm, full and heavy in my hands."

"Guys - it's movie night." You whine, a pathetic excuse to try to get the groping, wandering hands to settle.

"Movies not going anywhere, lad." Johnny whispers, his breath hot on your ear. "Just let us have some fun, yeah? Team bonding."

"He loves the sound of that." Kyle chuckles as he watches your cock twitch, already swelling as your blood rushes south. He looks up at you as he wraps his lips around the tip of your cock, teasing the slit with his tongue. You really should remember to wear your underwear more often.

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You know how some pets get jealous if their 'siblings' get medicine that they don't get? Or how some pets insist on being included in their human routines even if it's not necessary? That's how Simon is when he moves in with you.

At first, he just loomed in the bathroom with you when you did your skincare. He would let out a curious grunt as you applied various creams and oils, listening attentively when you explain them patiently. Eventually, the curious grunting turned demanding as he sat himself down on the toilet and lifted his face to you.

"Okay, you little baby." You coo as you smear some moisturizer on his cheeks. He ate three meals a day now because of you, relaxed on the weekends with a bowl of popcorn and some candy, he was settling in well.

Until you brought her home.

The giant Maine coon cat was the bane of Simon's existence. It's not like you neglected him or anything, and Simon was not jealous of a cat.

She was an elder cat, eleven years old, which meant that she needed medication every single night. "Come on, sweetheart... that's a good girl. I know, I know." You would coo every night as you gently manhandled her into your lap. "Just two pills, just two! Come on, open up." If Simon wasn't seething with jealousy, he would've been impressed with how quick and careful you were giving her the medicine.

Simon doesn't slip into baby space often. Ever really. It's the most vulnerable he's ever felt in his life, and that terrified him until he met you.

"Hi baby." You whisper as you lean over his crib bars. Simon was way too big for you to lift, but Kyle was always willing to help out. He was the only other person Simon trusted because you trusted him. "Have you been awake long? Hmm? You didn't fuss for me at all."

Simon lets out a little grunt, popping his wet fingers out of his mouth to reach up for you. "Oooh, what a silly boy." You coo softly as Kyle steps beside you and lowers the crib bars. Simon kept them in big space, too. Soft bars, sturdy, and kept him safe when he had nightmares or tossed around at night.

"Up we go, big guy." Kyle coos as he scoops him up onto his hip, laying him down on the change table. "You stink, buddy. We have to clean you up." You change the sheets of Simon's bed since he never did it when he was aged up, getting him a new onesie to wear.

Simon starts fussing the moment he's dressed again, hungry for a bottle and a cuddle from you. "Oh, I know, I know hungry boy." Kyle chuckles as he carries Simon to the living room. You settle into the recliner, taking all of Simon's weight onto your lap. "I'll go get your bottle."

Simon settles down when he's in your arms, his eyes tracing your face with soft little coos. "Hi, sweetheart. I'm here." He gives you a small smile, patting your face clumsily with his still wet hand. "I'll take care of you, okay? Just like you take care if me."

"You have poison in your room."

You turn to face Price, the captain of the ship, and the expedition you'd signed up for. He was surprisingly your biggest ally in defending you against your cultural ignorance. Mostly because he had misinterpreted your handshake and smile upon introducing yourself to him as a sign you wanted to mate.

Price's alien species reminded you a lot of if Drax and a werewolf had a baby; though you would never tell him that. "Poison? Is this another engery drink situation?" You probe as you set your clipboard down. You always volunteered to do the weekly count. It brought you a sense of peace.

"No, it's bad poison. You know it's poison, and you still have it." He scolds, pulling your hand finished bottle of whiskey out of his belt.

"Oh, my whiskey. It's alcohol."

"Alcohol belongs in the medical bay." Price was getting more frustrated with your replies and the lack of care for your well-being. "Do you enjoy drinking poison?"

"Well, rubbing alcohol and drinking alcohol is different. It's not good for me, that's for sure, but the effects are nice. I'd have to drink a lot more than I'd be comfortable drinking to really hurt myself." You explain as John raises an eyebrow skeptically.

"You are microdosing on poison." He mutters in disbelief, his tail wagging slowly as he thinks. "That's not good for you."

"Just give me back my whiskey."

When you woke up, you didn't smell John's cigar or the smell of breakfast cooking, which made you pout. You hated to admit it, but you'd gotten attached to your boyfriend in an almost codependent way. It was entirely his fault, and had been his plan all along, but you didn't need to know that.

You slowly crawl out of bed, the nightgown John had bought you brushing against your thighs. It was a simple plain slip, just like all the others, but it always made you feel cute. Special. John didn't ask if you had wanted the nightgowns. He had just bought them for you; he didn't ask if you wanted your steak cut up; he just made sure it was when he gave it to you.

Just like he didn't ask if you needed a babysitter for the weekend; he had just left one with you.

"Uncle Nik!" You squeal once you see him, leaning lazily against the kitchen counter as he drinks his tea. He chuckles when you all but pounced on him, arms wound tight around his neck. "I didn't know you were coming to visit!"

"Your Dad didn't tell you?" He presses his hand to your lower back, slowly wandering down. He squeezes your bottom, letting out a disappointed sigh when he realizes you aren't wearing any panties. "Do you always sleep bare?" He murmurs as he flips up the back of your nightgown, relishing in the squeak you let out.

"It's summer, Nik! I get sweaty at night." You protest, gasping when he spreads your cheeks apart. "Uncle Nik, stop.." You whimper in embarrassment, breath hitching when his calloused finger trails between your folds.

"Does your Dad know you sleep bare? All exposed like a dirty girl?" He chuckles as he slowly flicks your clit back and forth with his index finger. "That you cling onto your uncle with a wet cunt, already ready for taking?" He grabs your head, forcing you to stare at him.

"Sometimes Dad wants to have me when he can't sleep." You admit, shoot up onto your toes when he pinches your clit roughly. He forces his knee between your legs, leaning up against the counter for leverage. Your clit brushes roughly against the fabric of his jeans, one of his fingers prodding at your hole.

"Still doesn't explain why you cling to your Dad's best friend with no panties on. Did you want me to do this? Hmm? To treat you like the dirty girl you are?" Your breath hitches when two of his fingers press deep inside you. The burn of the stretch was perfect, a small moan breaking free from your throat.

"Mm, I was right." He chuckles, fingers pumping faster as he grinds your hips down onto his thigh. "I'll make sure you remember to put your panties on before you leave your room, yeah? What if your brothers had been here? Would you have flaunted yourself for them as well?"

"No! No, Uncle Nik!" You plea as you writhe in his grip. He was unrelenting, fingers pressing against your sweet spot brutally. You clench around his fingers as an oragsm ripples through you, soaking the denim underneath you.

"You're lucky they aren't here. Hungry boys, they are... they would've loved a look at this sweet cunt early in the morning." He purrs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Stop squirming, girl... Let Uncle Nik teach you a lesson."

I jus got home from work and have been feeling bad about not posting as much and than I see this :']]] thank you for reading, and hope all of you have sweet dreams or a very good day