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Did you just-

I saw a post about people cumming quickly and how hot it is. So as promised, CoD men cumming quickly.

Johnny

The front door had barely shut behind Johnny before his hands were underneath your clothes.

"Johnny-ah shit- You need a shower!" You groan, trying to shove his dirty hands off of you. You didn't really mind him being dirty. You loved his musk, but you didn't love it rubbed into the clean sheets.

"Come on, Bonnie... need you, please." Johnny whines into your lips, his hands desperately trying to unbutton your pants. You shiver as he nips your neck, gripping his Mohawk and yanking his head.

"Johnny! Enough! You want to fuck me, take me to the shower." You snap at him, locking eyes with his blown pupils. Johnny's eyes roll back slightly, his hips jerking against your thigh. You can feel the wet spot beginning to form on your upper thigh, eyes widening.

"Did you just cum?" You ask as you release his hair and massage his scalp softly. Johnny whimpers a little, nodding slowly as his hands drop to his sides. Your grin widens at that, pulling him close by his hair. "Take me to the shower, and I'll fuck another load out of you."

"Don't need to tell me twice."

Kyle

Cuddling was never just cuddling with Kyle if you were in bed together. He tries so hard to behave himself! He can lay next to his partner without humping them like a horny mutt.

But here he was, your thigh pressed between his legs as you read your book. He whimpers slightly which gets your attention, your hand falling to his shoulder. "Are you okay, baby?" You ask softly, stroking your hand down his back.

He rolls his hips instead of responding verbally, pressing his hard cock against your plush thigh. "Please, baby? Can I please get off?" He whimpers weakly, looking up bashfully from where he'd tucked his head into your tummy. You chuckle fondly at him, pulling him into a kiss.

"Go ahead, sweetheart. Make yourself cum just from humping me." You coo condesendingly, feeling his hips speed up against your thigh. "Thats my good boy." You murmer lovingly, not paying much attention to your book. When he drags his hips forward again, you tensed your thigh. He gasps shakily, hips moving in quick tight motions as he came into his pants.

"Shit..." He whispers quietly, whimpering into your stomach as he began to come down. "Was that too fast?" He whispers in shame, peering up at you nervously.

"Nope. That was the hottest thing you've done in a while." You say honestly as you pull him in for a kiss.

Price

"It's been a while for me, love." Price sighs as he settles on the headboard. You straddled his lap, rubbing your hands up and down his chest soothingly. "Just haven't had much time for anything that wasn't a quickie with my left hand."

"Does that mean your gonna need breaks, old man?" You tease as you lean in to kiss him. He slaps your ass hard at the little comment, making you jerk forward and squeak.

"Do you want me to show you my meanest tricks? I can dust that book off for ya, too." He growls as he kneeds the fat of your ass.

"No Sir, I'll behave I promise." You swear honestly, leaning down to kiss him. His beard scratches your face slightly, making you giggle into his mouth. He hums in content, grabbing ahold of your hips to gently guide your movements.

"That's it, sweetheart..." Price groans as he shifts his hips up to meet yours, your movements getting a bit faster. "Shit." He could feel that coil tightening in his gut, cock twitching underneath your clothed crotch. You press your hips down hard, shuddering at the preasure buildiing up between your legs.

Price's hips jump forward, his hands closing around yours tight to keep you in place. He lets out a strained groan, his cock twitching against you as he cums. Your eyes were wide with shock, leaning up a little so you could look into his eyes.

"Did you cum just from that?" You whisper, your face flushing as he looks at you.

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm going to make you do it again."

Simon

He'd been teasing you the entire time you were at the gym with him. Maybe he didn't see it take way, but you did. The way he'd stripped his shirt off, or the way he flexed his muscles in the mirror... Every action was causing some kind of reaction in your body, and you were not letting him get away with this.

"Jesus, you needy thing." Simon groans as you shove your hand down your sweat pants. He grunts as you grab hold of him through his briefs and squeeze, eyes fluttering shut. "Wait Y/N, we're in the locker room." He pleas shyly, eyes darting over to the doorway.

The idea of being caught made his cock twitch agaisnt your palm, his hips moving unconciously against your hand.

"You're the fucking slut. You like showin off in the gym for me? Think your so slick, but everytime you wipe your face with your shirt you make sure I'm looking, don't you?" You had slipped you hand around him now, stroking fast and firm. Your thumb rubs over the slit of his cock, making his hips jerk forward.

He cums hard. Slapping a hand over his mouth to keep himself from crying out, his hips rolling into your hand as he leans against the lockers. "You came just like that?" You gasp slightly, Simons eyes opening up halfway.

He'd expected some judgement, or maybe anger at his quick cumming. Instead he saw the biggest grin stretching across your face. "What are you thinking now?" Simon mutters through soft pants to catch his breath.

"I wonder if I could make you cum faster next time." You admit as you slip your hand out of his sweatpants and lick your fingers clean. "My room, after dinner. Bring some Gatorade."

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The great gator rumble

@rawme-price YET AGAIN has fed my brain worms. Aligator hybrid Price doesn't notice you trying to court him. When he does, he knows he needs to show you that not only is he interested, but the difference between his courting and yours. Gator hybrid Price and Heron hybrid reader

When you began courting Price, he'd been a oblivious to your attempts. You stretch you neck out to him, bring him twigs and shake them, and even fly in tight circles around him. Still, he wasn't putting two and two together until Soap said something.

"Are ye gonna just ignore Y/N? They've been tryin' to court you for three weeks now." The scottish man asks after training, staring at Price with a bit of judgment. "You don't need to string them along. You could just tell them no."

"They've been courting me?" Price asks in disbelief, looking up at the rafters. You'd perched up there with Gaz, stretching your neck at him slightly. Price remembers you doing the same thing to him after gifting him yet another twig and his chest surge in jealousy.

"I knew I should've gotten you a book on heron hybrid behavior." Soap groans, slapping Price on the shoulder. "You better tell Y/N you like them, before Gaz accepts the courting geasture."

"Y/N!"

Your captains loud voice got your attention, noticing the grumble that followed. "I'd like to see you, please. My office."

"Yes sir!" You chirp happily, flying down from your rafter and following after him. Your brows furrow in confusion as you walk past Price's office, steps slowing to a stop. "Sir? Your office.." His clawed hand grabs hold of your upper arm, a small smile gracing his face.

"Come with me, birdie." He teases, guiding you toward his barracks. "I heard from Soap that you've been courting me. Now that I've noticed, I think I'll show you how gators call a mate." He leads you into his barracks, shutting the door and stripping off his shirt.

"Sir?" You ask quietly as he pulls you toward his bed. He lays back onto the bed, pulling you closer until you're forced to climb up on top of his chest. You hover, thighs straddling either side of him until he grips your hips and shoves them down.

You could feel the rumbling before you heard it. A loud bellowing sound, one that shook Price's chest and sent vibrations through your core. You gasp as you grab hold of his shoulders, eyes rolling back as he continues to grumble.

"That's how you call a mate?" You whimper quietly when the bellow comes to an end, Price grinning up at you with his sharp teeth.

"Well, we normally do it in the water. The more water we ripple, the more attractive we are." Price explains, starting another low bellow to shake his chest. You gasp at the feeling, hips grinding down slightly to chase the friction. "I thought you'd like this better."

You nod your head weakly, your feathers puffing out from the pleasure as you keep grinding down on his chest. "Please do it again?" Price smirks wider as he lets out another bellow, using the grip on his hips to grind them down.

"That's my pretty bird. Don't stretch out that pretty neck for Gaz anymore, understood? Your mine, you understand?" He groans, words barely understandable as he rumbles his chest.

You nod your head frantically in agreement, gripping onto his shoulders for stability as you get closer and closer to the edge. Price chuckles at that, slowly moving a hand up your back and rubbing the base of your wings. His claws scratch perfectly underneath your feathers and teasing one of your oil glands.

"Fuck!" You cry out, thighs clenching down around Price's chest as he bellows loudly again. The vibrations shake through you, leading you through your orgasm and letting the rumbles die down until he stops completly. "Oh God... That was worth three weeks of thinking you didn't like me back.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to notice." Price moves one hand to the back of your neck so he could pull you close and kiss you tenderly. "Can I take you out? On a proper date, not just getting you off." He chuckles into your mouth and you let out a happy chirp.

"Yes please. After we get some sleep." You coo quietly, laying your head on his shoulder. Price rumbles in agreement, chuckling when you give him a little squeak. "Settle, little bird." He coos, ignoring your half hearted glare.

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Raised by 'wolves', loved by humans- Part 2

Summary: Kyle is finally getting to teach you humanity. Not on his own. He's got the help of medical professionals, but you only listen if he's around. Even though you likely will never act 'properly' human, Kyle can tell that you have feelings for him, and maybe he does too.

It's been a long month for Kyle.

Speech therapy, physical therapy, attempting to teach you how to use silverware, and trying to get you to dress in regular clothes. Some of the lessons are starting to stick, but you have yet to utter a single word. Kyle had even given you the nickname Cub until you could find your own.

"Cub, you can't be naked on base." Kyle insists for the third time this morning. He stood in front of the door holding a tank top and shorts, the only clothes you would tolerate. Kyle knew that you could understand him. Not fully, but he refused to talk down to you like a toddler. "You need clothes." He offers up the tank top, ready to help you into it.

You growl at him from where you were crouched, shaking your head no. That was one lesson that had stuck; the yes and no head shaking. At least that made it a little easier to communicate with you.

Kyle nods his head yes, chuckling a little at the look on your face. "Come on, Cub. You want some food, right? Clothes first." He insists and steps closer to you. His hands slip underneath your arms, carefully lifting you up to your feet.

Standing was getting easier for you, walking was still a challenge. Your muscles had developed differently than they should've, and the physical therapist was ordering you crutches to aid in your walking. Kyle slips the shirt over you head, then sits you down on the bed to put on your shorts.

You huff at him when he kneels down in front of you, hand darting out to smack him. He reels back just in time to avoid being hit, smacking you hand away hard. "Hey! No slapping me!" He snaps at you, and you pounce on him.

You were somehow a solid foot taller than him, and if he sparred with you, he knew you'd give him a run for his money. Now he was pinned under you as you growl at him, baring you teeth in a grin. Your hips roll down on his thigh, letting out a gruff groaning sound before you bite down on his arm.

"Ah! Cub!" Kyle grips your hips, bucking his body up to knock you off balance. You topple to the side, which gives him the chance to pin you down beneath him. You stare up at him, grinning even wider as your hips keep moving. "Stop that." He orders firmly, one hand pinning your hips down harshly.

"Mine."

"Cub said her first word today." Kyle tells his team eagerly, getting you to sit at the table. You crouched in your chairs instead of sitting, grabbing your plate with two hands. "Hey, try the fork." He offers, and you growl at him in response. He takes your hand in his, opening it up and setting the fork down. Curling your fingers around it the "right" way, he gave your wrist a squeeze.

"What did she say?" Soap presses as he watches the exchange. There's no missing the intense gaze you give Kyle as he takes his hand back, but he chooses not to say anything.

"She said mine while humping my thigh."

Price chokes slightly on the coffee in his mouth, shaking his head. "I'm sorry?"

"Don't be, I was able to get her to stop, but that confirms she wants to court me and not kill me." Kyle shrugs, watching from the corner of his eye as you manage to use the fork. It's slow and clumsy work, but you're able to scoop food into your mouth. He'd rather you eat slowly. Otherwise, you'd get yourself sick again.

"I don't think she can. Like, is she able to consent to that?" Soap says quietly as he glances around the mess hall.

"I don't think she cares if I consent, Johnny." Kyle jokes, shrugging his shoulders as he finishes up most of his meal. "Obviously, I don't want to just go to fucking her, I want to be able to talk to her. At least I've gotten one word out of her, maybe more will follow."

"You be careful. Bears can be aggressive when they mate." Ghost pipes up for the first time since Kyle sat down. "She'll bite, get her a gag."

"Bite."

Kyle's head swivels toward you, raising an eyebrow. "Are you just repeating things that you like?" He asks seriously, your eyes narrowing as you listen to him.

"Mine."

"I'll just assume that's a yes. Your speech therapist will be thrilled."

"Mine and bite. That's all she's said?" The speech therapist, Victor, asks as he watches you crawl around the room. He'd hidden various pieces of jerky around the office, wanting to see if you were able to sniff them out on your own.

"Yup. I don't think she likes speaking, but she understands me. I know she does." Kyle says from where he settled in the room. Your head swivels to his when he speaks, listening to him before going back to your hunt. "See." He points at you. He left out telling the speech therapist that you'd been humping him when you said one of your two words.

"From the tests we've run, I'd say she's been in the woods since she was seven to ten years old. We've tried to look up missing persons reports from that time, but nothing. We're roughly estimating here, but she should be 23 years old." Victor explains as you bring him the fifth and final piece of jerky. "What did you find this behind? Can you say it?" He encourages, and you groan deeply.

"Book." You grumble as you stand up. Before either man could praise you for your new word, you straddled Kyle's lap and gently bit his neck. "Mine." You growl quietly under your breath, gripping his shoulders tight.

"Oh! Well... I think we've done enough work for this session. We'll have our next session in two days!" Victor cringes, his face flushing in embarrassment as he stood and quickly left the room. Kyle couldn't blame him, especially when you began rolling your hips over his.

"Cub, hey! Stop that." He groans, grabbing your hips and forcing them still. "You can't just hump me." Kyle sighs as he pulls you off of his lap and sits you down on your own chair.

"Mine. Bite. Hump." You seem to parrot his words, but he could tell you understood what they meant. You look down at his crotch, than back up at him. "Bite."

Kyle cringes at the idea, covering himself with one hand defensively. "You cannot bite my dick." He says seriously but to his surprise, you begin laughing. "Did you just make a joke?" Kyle asks in bewilderment.

You crawl off your chair and back onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Mine."

"Yes, okay? I'm yours, you are mine." Kyle finally agrees, and when you start rolling your hips again, the friction on his buldge makes him groan shakily. "My room, Cub." He sighs, standing you up and getting to his feet so you can't straddle him again.

You walk with Kyle, holding onto his arm for support as you did. It's slow and awkward, but you are able to walk all the way to his barrack. The look in your eyes was determination. You were walking to this barrack because you wanted to fuck him and you were going to the moment the door shuts behind him.

And Kyle wasn't against it happening, if he was going to be able to stop you at all.

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Day 29 - Psychosomatic Bullshit

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Collector- Part 1

Summary: When raiding a base for hostages, team 141 finds something they didn't bargin for. A dragon hybrid, one capable of shifting into a full form dragon. They plan on taking you back to base and maybe transfering you somewhere you'd be more useful. You aren't getting seperated from your new hoard.

Soap knew this operation was bigger problem then he'd been briefed for when the door by his head shoots straight off its hinges. The metal door, dented in the middle and rattling on the ground, was smoking. Before he could pull back from the now open room, he saw you.

A Wyvern dragon.

You turn your head to face him, smoke curling from your nose as you crawl from the room that once held you. Your winged arms pull you forward, your large maw swinging open like you were going to pick him up in your jaws when commotion down the hall startles you.

"Wait!" Soap cries out, noticing his team behind you with their guns raised. "Don't shoot! Don't!" He shrieks as he scrambles in front of your giagantic body. Your chest rumbles, grabbing hold of Soap's vest and pulling him back toward you.

Price switches his gun out for a tranquilizer, shoot two darts into the side of your neck. You let go of Soap's vest, snarling loudly and stumbling away from the group. You angrily shook the darts off, but the effects were already taking hold. Your body shrank slowly, bones creaking and snapping until you collapsed on the ground.

Much smaller, more human looking, and blessedly unconcious.

"No wonder they guarded this place so much." Price murmers as he studies your sleeping form. He'd managed to lay you down in the humvee, though they'd tied your wrists and ankles together in case you woke up violent. That wouldn't do much if you shifted back to full sized form, but it made them more at ease. "A dragon hybrid. One with full shifting abilities... Why haven't we seen them in action yet?"

"Dragons aren't tamable." Simon pipes up. Being a Drake dragon hybrid, he knew a little about dragon hybrids but he'd never seen a Wyvern before. "No matter how long or how hard you try." Price catches his eye, smiling a little.

Price hadn't 'tamed' Simon. He wasn't stupid enough to believe that he had, but he'd built a respectful, loyal bond with him. "Do you think we could have a second dragon on the team?" Kyle pipes up next, his large heron wings fidgeting in excietment. If there was another winged team member, he could have a flying buddy.

"Laswell might want to transfer them somewhere else. Las Almas might do well with a dragon hybrid." Price hums as the humvee eventually rolls to a stop at base. "I'll talk to her about a transfer-"

"No."

All four men jump at the sound of your voice. Your eyes popped open, body wiggling easily into a seated position. Your body was littered in patches of scales and two horns curve from your temples, pointed backwards. You smile a little, with a few too many sharp teeth, looking at the tall polar bear hybrid in front of you.

"No what, Wyvern?" Simon asks curiously as he leans close.

"No transfer." The zip ties holding your arms were flimsy, and you easily broke them so you could reach up and grab Simons vest. "My hoard."

"You can't-"

"Mine..." Your growl shook the humvee, it was felt more then it was heard, and the men fell silent. There was no more offer of you being transfered, and Price makes you stay in the humvee to get you some clothes.

"Hoard? Like, their dragon collection?" Soap pipes up, Simon staying behind at Price's request. "Simon's never hoarded us before. Are they gonna hoard us?"

"I don't know. I'll ask Laswell for some information. In the mean time, you two clean out a barrack so they have somewhere to sleep." Price orders as he reaches his office, grabbing a spare uniform that looked like it would fit you.

"Yes sir!" The two men agree, heading off to complete their assigned task. Price heads back to the humvee with the clothes in hand. A Wyvern, full dragon shifter... This was going to be an intresting adjustment.

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If it ain't broke, Trump'll break it. #immigration

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Trump following Kremlin orders to destroy American decency and increase suffering.

Elon/DOGE, too.

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Priest Kyle.

Priest Kyle in a new church. He's one of the youngest pastors to be at the church, so the members are a little hesitant but he's a very devout man.

His sermons are long but moving, full of conviction, and God's love. He notices you the first week of preaching. Always in the back pew, head bowed low and hands clasped around your rosary.

What kind of priest would he be if he didn't open up his confessional booth to his struggling church, waiting for the day you tentively sat. The partition obscured his view. He could see the way you twist your rosary between your fingers.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." You plea.

"Confess and be forgiven." Kyle hums, listening to you take a shaky breath. "What troubles you?"

"I have been... feeling things, Father. Sometimes, between my legs, I feel pressure, and I think very sinful thoughts." You confess, your chest hitching as tears flood your eyes. "I've touched myself, Father. I've made myself unclean."

Kyle's chest aches at your tears, but there's a smile creeping over his face. If you had been made dirty, then he can make you clean.

"That is quite the sin, lamb. In order for you to be forgiven, you must be made clean." Kyle slides the partition open, cradling your teary face in his hands. "Oh my little lamb. Don't cry." He hushes as he thumbs a tear away.

"H-how can I be made clean? Please, Father, absolve me of my sins." You sob, the tears in your eyes obscuring the smirk climbing on Kyle's face.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

"Confess and be forgiven." Kyle's voice strained just slightly, but he could easily blame it on being in the confessional booth for half the day. His hand settles on your head, tucked underneath his robes as you warmed his cock in your eager mouth.

Father Kyle had told you to keep yourself exactly where he had put you, or you wouldn't be absolved of your sins. You felt calm surrounded by darkness, his cock bulging in your throat as you breath in his musk. Drool drips down your chin, your jaw aching slightly as Father Kyle shifts himself further into your throat.

If you ever thought of sinning again, you knew now to come to Father Kyle. There was no thinking with his cock in your throat.

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gnawing at the bars of my enclosure foaming at the mouth rgrgrgrgrgr eats ur writing ur amazing gorgous i love how u write

*screaming, jumping up and down, crying, and kicking my feet joyously.* THANK YOU SO MUCH SERIOUSLY!!! Any time someone says something nice about my writing, I genuinely get giddy. Seriously, thank you, I really appreciate your kind asks and comments:]💛💛

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i love tumblr bc what do you MEAN i clicked on your account after seeing you mentioning writing for COD and shayne topp is your header

Heheheheheh you're the second person to love, Mister Shane. A sign to me to NEVER change my header hehehe

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Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.

Always

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Deal breaker

Credit too @morgansroan for the idea. Summary: You get set up on a blind date that seems to click really well. That is, until you learn his current job.

You didn't really want to go on this blind date, but your friend insisted that this guy would be just perfect for you. You'd seen his pictures. Slight stubble, beautiful hazel eyes, and a lovely smile. Kyle was his name, and you waited nervously beside the host stand for him to show up. Fighting the urge to check your phone for the time you hear the restaurants door chime open.

Kyle steps through the threshold, looking exactly like his photos, wearing a button-up and dress pants. You instinctively smooth a hand over your own outfit, worrying if it was a tad too casual but shrugging off the thought.

When he catches your eye, you raise your hand to wave at him. My God, he was cute! Almost cuter than his photos, and you smile at him happily. In a few long steps, he stands in front of you and offered his hand to shake.

"Hi there. Y/N, right?" He asks as you shake his hand, a small smile gracing your lips. When you nod, his smile widens and he looks down bashfully. "Sorry I'm a few minutes late. I'm new to the area and got lost."

"I've been here three years, and I still can't find my way around. This is a seat yourself resturant, so does a booth or table sound good?" You couldn't help but smile as you talked to him. Even this simple converation was making some butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"Booth please? Got some long legs I don't want to kick you with." He jokes, making you chuckle happily as you turn and guide him through the resturant. "You come here a lot?" He asks after the two of you took a booth by the window.

"Oh, yeah! It's like a block from the bakery I work at. I'm here almost 3 nights a week." You chuckle as the waitress stops by to drop off menus and take drink orders.

"You work at a bakery? What's that like?" Kyle asks, playing it safe and ordering a water with lemon.

"Long hours at 3 AM, lots of dough, and lots of getting burned. But I love what I do." You say as you lift up your arms to show off a few healed burn marks.

"Oh, that one looks really bad..." Kyle says, his hand very gently taking yours so he could study a burn on your inner wrist. "How do you handle that? Burning yourself and not dropping a tray of cookies when you do?" He asks, half joking but half sincere.

"Getting burned is better tha dealing with people who can't get the exact cookie they wanted." You say seriously, locking eyes with him. "The burns are kinder than people who want their food." Kyle cracks up slightly at that, letting go of youur hand and flipping open his menu.

He's cute, he's laughing at my jokes, and he's asking me questions about myself? This is too good to be true.

"That was amazing. I can see why your here all the time." Kyle hold the door open for you as you leave the resturant, rubbing his stomach. "I'm having a really good time tonight." He takes his hand from his stomach and places it in yours, intertwining your fingers.

"I am too. How does some ice cream sound? There's a really good place right up the street." You offer up, looking at him with a growing smile and a flush feeling face.

"Sounds good." Kyle's words are followed by a soft hand squeeze, lettiing you lead him just one street up to the little shop. "Oh woah... When I get back from my next deployment, you'll have to show me around." He says, looking around at the cutesy little shop.

You almost stop dead in your tracks, but don't have time to question what he said; the girl at the front counter asking if you need any help. There's no way you heard that right. Kyle offers for you to order first, still looking over the menu for something he'd like.

"Can I get one scoop of carrot cake in a bowl, with waffle chips, please." You order, pointing to the broken pieces of waffle cone. "They use any broken waffle cones as chip pieces. You can scoop your ice cream like nachos." You offer, but he's playfully twisting up his face at your ice cream choice.

"Carrot cake?"

"Don't knock it till you try it." You shoot back and wait for him to order. You notice how straight up he stands, the short hair cut, the defined muscles and you could feel the butterflies wings wrinkling up a little. He certainly looked like a military man now that you were looking for it.

Kyle orders a coffee chocolate chip in a bowl, getting some waffle chips and before you can reach for your card, he's handing over cash. "Oh, I can cover my portion." You insist and he shakes his head.

"No, let me. I'm having a good time, let me treat you." His warm smile still makes you smile, and your stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Are you really in the military?" You ask once you both got your treats and sat outside the shop. Blunt and too the point so you wouldn't be wasting his time or yours.

"Yeah, I am. Special forces." His smile falters a little when he looks at you. "Is that a problem?"

"Yes. Well, kind of. I don't want to judge you based off of my bad experiences, or my personal feelings about the military. You are your own person, not just some extention of the military." You ramble, shoving a bite of ice cream into your mouth.

"But?" Kyle probes. He could tell there was a little more there.

"I just don't date military men. Which fucking sucks because you are a really great guy." You finish, looking up from your ice cream and giving him a smile. "Any chance you were joking about the special forces?"

"Unfortunately not." Kyle looks a bit dejected, looking at you with a small smile. "I can respect your choice, but there's a part of me that would love to take you out again. Not to prove you wrong or anything! I respect your choice. I just really like you." He assures and his hand finds yours, giving it a soft squeeze.

"I'm not going to change my mind, Kyle. I'm sorry." You confirm and squeeze his hand back. "I'm glad that we're talking about this now, you know?"

"Yeah... Does that mean you won't give me a town tour when I get back?" He asks, taking his hand back and smiling. "Even if we don't date, I'd appreciate a friend."

"Friends is good." You agree quietly, and look down at your half melted ice cream. You knew that maybe, just maybe, Kyle would try to convinve you to date him. And maybe, just maybe, he was one of the good military men.

Regardless, you knew you wouldn't be dating him. But at least you had a new friend.

Kyle smiles as he watches you eat. He knows he shouldn't stick around with the intention of changing you mind. He doubts that he could, but he really did like you. If being your friend was the only way that he could know you, than he would be okay with that.

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Rommy, you can't keep feeding my brain worms. Your brain is magic

Human!reader signs up to be a cultural liaison for one of the many alien governments in space federation. Still so new to space, its important humans share culture.

So you get sent to a government contract ship, mostly because no other branches want humans just yet and if you lash out these aliens are trained to fight. What no one anticipates is just how...willing to share culture you really are. Especially if said culture is being an alien fucker.

Within the first month youve gotten real close to one of the aliens. Some sort of tentacle creature, you had met him when he was in his "big form" as he calls it, but ghost is actually pretty small. Small enough to fit in your hands, at least.

Well, you two talk alot about culture and anatomy of your different species, mostly out of curiosity than anything professional. Ghost tells you about how difficult it is for a male of his species to be without partner, because mating helps him feel safe and protected. You know an opportunity when you see one, and offer to help him out.

Which is how you end up in bed, tentacles wrapping slick and warm over your thighs to stop your squirming. You yelp when two thick tentacles press into your cunt. Ghost is in his big form again, easily able to manipulate you however you want. He keeps working tentacles into you, only pausing enough to give you a breather when your orgasm comes. Then hes right back to it.

You feel something warm and heavy spill into your womb, and expect him to pull out. Instead, ghost shrinks down from his big form until you have to lean up to see him. You stare, mesmerized and far too horny for the situation, as ghost fucking slithers into your cunt.

Entire body. Inside you. You can feel his tentacles wriggle around and explore, thighs shaking when another orgasm rolls through you. You hear his voice in your head when he speaks "thank you for this, i feel so much safer now."

You realize that he intends to stay there, at least for a while, and shudder at the thought. You have duties tomorrow, but its his off day. Surely he would want...? Ghost chuckles in your mind, sensing your thoughts "I wouldn't mind staying until im needed, if thats alright with you, love."

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my favorite type of humor is girls going ‘my dick is hard’ and boys ‘fuck im ovulating’ like that’s so funny are you for real

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(Teach me how) to Love You

simon “ghost” riley x gn!reader

cw: miscommunication. simon’s childhood trauma mentioned. little hurt/comfort. fluff.

wc: 2k

Pt.1  Pt.2  Pt.3

Simon’s convinced he’s never had that much fun before.

Your childhood bedroom was filled with memories, a few awards here and there, and so many photos of you. It was very easy to tell you were loved, and Simon couldn’t have enough of it.

He was too busy taking pictures of everything to notice the growing worry on your face. As carefully as possible, he took pictures of your old drawings, of a silly framed photo of you with black eyeliner and some hair covering your face. Simon didn’t know what it was to have memories worth remembering, so to see all of your belongings around, kept safe by your parents, Simon wanted to cry. Part of him wished he had been part of that, but deep down, he knew he wouldn’t have been welcome, especially not by someone as good as you.

All of those problems would’ve affected you, but because you two met later on, he was able to be himself instead of the broken shell his past left of him.

“Are you upset with me?”

The question had Simon turning sharply, his mind coming to a stop. “No. Why?”

“You reacted weirdly when I introduced you as my boyfriend to my grandma. I thought it was okay, but I should’ve checked. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not upset at all. If anything, I’m even happier than I was this morning,” Simon hummed, leaving his phone on your bed. “I was just surprised.”

“Surprised? Why?”

Simon didn’t know how to explain his fucked up brain didn’t catch up on things, and that he hadn’t known. In a way, he knew he was justified, because you never brought it up either, but Simon was not playing that game. His heart pounding in his chest, Simon gently took your hand. “If I say something stupid, will you be angry?”

A little frown made your mouth tilt down. “Well, I am upset now. You are not answering my question.”

“I can see that,” he cleared his throat. Needing a moment, he went to sit on your bed; his phone slipped to the floor but he barely paid attention to it, only focusing on you standing in front of him, shielding him from whatever you deemed dangerous. His own head, most of the times.

“Simon,” you signed. Your hand went to his shoulder, squeezing it and shaking him just enough for him to feel it. “Talk to me.”

“I… I didn’t know I was your boyfriend.”

Simon’s worst fear became true right there —a real frown on your face, because of him. The expression brought back bad memories, his throat closing up in a heartbeat. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny.”

“No. No, it’s not a joke. Come here.” Trying to keep his composure, Simon guided you to sit next to him. He kept his hands on your arms, hoping you wouldn’t suddenly pull away. “I didn’t know. I mean, I’ve liked you for a while, but I just assumed we were very close friends, and I didn’t even cross my mind you could ever be interested. Hell, I didn’t even know it myself.”

You were silent, the confusion only growing in your eyes. Simon wished he had the guts to get on his knees and beg you to stop looking at him like that. If you had yelled at him, he was sure he could handle that. Silence? He wanted to hug your thighs and cry.

“You’re serious.”

“I am.” Simon croaked, a burning sensation of fear making his stomach twist.

“When you told me you thought you were in love with me…”

“I had just realised it. I was confessing.”

Simon didn’t know what to expect. As a child, he was used to his parents snapping at him if he made a mistake; his cheek would burn if his mother decided it was a good idea to slap him so little Simon wouldn’t spill the milk again, or he would end up screaming in fear because his father was taking out his pet snake to teach him a lesson for talking back. Sometimes, the worst days for Simon, his father would entertain himself by smoking and using little him and baby Tommy as ashtrays, their mother long gone.

To have you go silent in front of him, processing things your way, Simon was unsure of what to do, so he could only try to fill the silence in a way he never had to before. He never felt the urge to overexplain himself to you, until that day.

“Listen, I— I fucked up, okay?” he rushed, looking away when your lips parted, no doubt to tell him to get lost. Simon’s hands gripped your wrists just enough for you to stay still, not restricting but pleading. “I didn’t know, but that’s no excuse. I should’ve known, of course, and you did nothing wrong. And if you want to hate me, that’s okay, I deserve it. Just give me a chance, will you? I promise I’ll change. Anything, everything.”

“What? Of course I won’t.” Your voice was high, disbelief clear in your face. “Hold on—”

“No, you’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll… Okay. I’ll drive you back tomorrow. I promise I won’t take long to grab my stuff once we’re there. I think Johnny’s flat is empty, if he moved in with his boyfriend like he said he would, so I might be able to live there.”

“What?” Your voice was smaller this time, but Simon couldn’t catch it, not with the way his heart was beating so loud he could barely hear himself think. He stood up, already rushing to grab his backpack and his phone. He could sleep in the car, and stay out of your way until you were ready to leave.

He fucked it up. The only good thing in his life and he screwed it up because he took too long to see it. Simon had nobody to blame but himself, and he couldn’t even look at you; he didn’t have the strength to try and beg.

Simon’s hands were trembling and you were still in silence, no doubt wondering how can anyone be this stupid. How could he not know? It was so obvious, too. He had to find a way to move on, because you didn’t want him anymore, and he was so, so alone again. He just never thought it would end like this, with Simon dragging his broken heart behind him. Or maybe he did. Nothing good ever lasted for him. 

Two warm, firm arms wrapped around him and everything in his mind went blank, his eyes widening. Your chest was flush against his, the echo of your words vibrating inside of his ribcage but he couldn’t understand them. Simon was convinced you hated him, but there was no hate in the way your body rocked his, working like a strong shield and a thick blanket of comfort.

You were saying something, but his ears were buzzing, and his mind was like a puddle of fear, so he just stood there, his hands hovering over your back, not daring to do anything for a long moment while you hugged him. Simon could only stare in disbelief, not truly believing it, when you cupped his cheeks, worry and love in your eyes as you tried to speak to him.

“You idiot,” was the first thing Simon managed to understand. His lips parted, wanting to tell you that he was, the biggest idiot, please don’t leave, but your hands were firm, squishing his cheeks so much that he was unable to speak or move his head. “I don’t hate you. The fuck.”

“Ah?”

It was your turn to sit him down, handing him a pillow for his anxious hands to squeeze. Simon stared as you sat down next to him, all thoughts leaving his mind when a smile bloomed in your lips. “Okay, shut up and listen to me.”

The ten seconds of waiting was torture for Simon, watching you take a bottle of water from under your bed —he didn’t even want to know for how long it’s been there—, and take a sip before handing it to him. Your eyes told Simon he had to drink, but he didn’t dare moving.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Simon asked. Unexpectedly, that made you burst out laughing. He gaped, torn between feeling offended or hurt.

“No, of course not! No, Simon, I’m… not breaking up with you,” you huffed. The fondness in your tone caught him off guard. It didn’t make sense to him. “If you do move out, I will, though.” 

His expression must've fallen, because you were suddenly hugging him again, patting his back.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be teasing right now,” you sighed, still fond. Your arms let go of him, but your hands remained on his wrists, your smile softer now. “I’m sorry. It was my mistake not making sure we were on the same page.”

“No, but it was my—”

“My fault, Simon, for assuming,” you interrupted him calmly. “I don’t want you to change yourself for me, and there’s nothing in you that needs to be changed either. I love the person you are now, as I loved the person I met almost three years ago. They’re different, but they’re both you.”

You let the silence stretch for a few seconds, making sure he genuinely understood. When Simon only stared, his nails digging into the pillow, your smile widened. 

“There was no way you could’ve known, because we never talked about it. I don’t hate you, and I hope you didn’t mean it when you said you will move out,” your hands squeezed his own, hopeful. “Now, if it’s okay, I’d love you to be my boyfriend.”

Those words sent a rush of heat to his chest, choking him up. “Okay.”

“Are you going to cry?”

“Yes.”

“Can I hold you, then?”

“Please.”

As all the nights before, you slept curled against his chest, his arms wrapped around your shoulders as the two of you breathed each other in. There was nothing different, no sudden desire he had been holding back, no difference in the way he held you that night, and there were no hidden intentions in your lips pressing to his collarbone, murmuring something Simon didn’t care to understand. He only held you tighter against his chest, wondering if it’s the same for others, but it felt damn good.

Nothing truly changed, but everything was different now, because that one time two years ago, he thought he might understand the concept of romantic love while holding you —this time, he fell asleep with the certainty that it was love. It slept patient for two years, over a hundred weeks of it napping in a corner of their shared flat, arms crossed, wondering when he’d realise. 

Now, all Simon had to do was look down at you, sleeping soundly in his arms, to fully understand it then.

Love was Johnny, who saved his life, the fresh clothes and the warm meals he prepared for Simon; it was Gaz, who always made sure he did well in school, and who had found help for his addictions, the one who instantly knew when he wasn’t happy; and Price, the older brother Simon didn’t know he needed, who would share his tobacco with him so Simon didn’t have to get it behind their backs, always making sure he didn’t overdo it —the one who taught him how to mourn Tommy, letting him heal. The world hadn’t been kind to Simon, but his friends filled his heart in a way nobody had. That was love.

You were love. Your patience, your laughter, your wits and the way you sang in the shower, loud enough so he had no choice but to join from the bedroom with his awful howling. You were love and comfort, your voice calling him into the bathroom because you had forgotten the towel, your half-playful whines of complaint when he forgot to do the dishes when he said he would, and your sudden pillow fights when he was bored out of his mind.

There was love in your shared routine, in your cuddles at night, in the calm discussions when the other had been accidentally too mean or when he was too late from work and found you snoring in the living room, your bed too big and too cold without him there.

There was love in every little part of you, floating over you like a second skin, and Simon was nothing if not greedy.

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This inspired something in me...

Fun fact! Gator mating calls are attractive to females bc of the vibrations they cause in the water more than the sound :]

Anyways gator!price having you straddle his thick hairy chest and letting out a massive bellow. The sheer intensity of is causes his ribs to vibrate, and price holds ur thighs down so ur forced to grind right into the vibrations.

Uh. Idk. Hybrids doing extra freak stuff bc of hybrid abilities.

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the thing about caring about ableism and fighting for disability rights, is that you can't center it about just your disabilities. i'm not d/Deaf. i still care whether an event has sign interpreters. i don't have photosensitive epilepsy. i still think that strobing lights are 99% of the time totally unnecessary and serve as a needless barrier to photosensitive people. i can transfer to a toilet mostly independently. i still think that public accessible bathrooms should have lifts and adult changing tables in them. you can't stop your disability activism where it stops benefitting you. that's not activism. that's selfishness