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[knowei]

CW// Sexual Themes!! 16+ ig

i made this animatic thing because i was feeling nostaligc about animatics off of @quarterlifekitty ‘s promethean!!! absolutely bomb little series thing plz check her out!!!! this was rlly fun to make im trying to get back into the swing of art properly again RAHHH

also ignore ghost looking creepy as fuck in the last panel xx

[knowei]

Late night thoughts about incubus husband…

He’s such a flirt. Every time you go out he dons a different human disguise. It’s always annoying seeing him flit about the bar, changing himself to cater to whichever person he’s talking to.

Really, your husband just wants to make you jealous. He’s a bit of an attention whore, and usually you’d just tug him away and ride his cock until he’s sensitive and crying, begging to fill your cunt with his cum but being denied because of how bad he was.

But he went a bit too far tonight.

You were finishing off your drink when you spotted him across the bar, his fingers twirling a woman’s hair. Already this was a bit much for you, and you stood to stop him.

But you froze in place when his eyes glanced towards you before he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Looks like I’m taking home a pretty lady tonight. Don’t worry, my wife won’t mind.”

He glanced back to gauge your reaction, excited to face some kind of kinky punishment for being a flirty brat… but instead he was met with your teary eyes.

Instantly the woman was forgotten as he followed you out. “W-wait, please, you know I wasn’t being serious, right? I was just-“

You turned on your heels, pointing a finger into his chest. “Maybe to someone like you marriage is just some kind of fun game, but it actually means something to me! I don’t exactly enjoy you treating my love for you like a joke!”

His eyes went wide with shock and hurt, his disguise disappearing as he reverted back to his original form. The sight of his tail twitching nervously almost made you soften… almost.

“My love… that’s not-“

You swatted his hand away, storming off. “… find somewhere else to sleep tonight. I… need to rethink some things.”

Your husband stared at your back as you left, his chest aching in a way it never had before. Could this really be the end of your marriage? No, no of course not. You loved him, and he would do anything for you. There’s no way such a small issue could divide the two of you that easy… right?

Oh how wrong he was.

When he attempted to come home the next night, his clothes and personal items were packed up on the porch, and the locks were changed.

This wasn’t something he could just smooth over with a few kisses and a good fuck. You were genuinely upset, something he could barely comprehend.

Upset? Why, because he was being a bit of a brat? His view only changed when he was complaining to a friend through tears and a glass of wine.

“Well, what would you do if she did the same?”

The glass shattered in his hand, his pupils turning into slits. The image of you walking up to a man, cooing and attempting to seduce him right in front of your husband made his heart boil in a jealous rage.

So that’s how you felt…

“I’m an idiot…” he murmured, looking at your picture. When he married you, he swore off ever having sex with another person. You were his sole source of sustenance and love, his only reason to breathe and live.

If he lost you, what would he even do besides sob until his heart stopped?

If he wanted to keep his beloved, he’d have to win you back…

Fortunately, the incubus knew just what to do.

Part 2? And should I go the yandere route or normal route?

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[knowei]

This post made me start thinking about getting a false positive test with Simon.

You tell him you felt a little strange, your period was late, so you took an at home test, and it came back positive. You know how he feels about fatherhood, so you hasten to point out that these tests can be wrong— so you’ll need to go to the doctor to make sure.

He spends the next week up to your appointment in a haze. All he thinks about is you and what life will be like if you’re pregnant. God, what if you wanna keep it? If he leaves, he’ll be a deadbeat, but what if he stays and he’s a shit father, like his was?

Everything little, every baby aisle in the store, every pram out on the street makes him think. He can’t focus on anything else.

Eventually, he reckons that it’s likely the test was accurate. That he needs to be prepared. And the more he comes to accept it… the more he finds himself excited. The more he wants it. He’s looking up recipes that are good for expecting mothers. What to put in a hospital overnight bag. The pros and cons of formula vs breastmilk. He’s still terrified, but he’s also happier than he thinks he’s been since he got together with you.

So when he gets the news that the test at the doctor’s came back negative, he’s a little gutted. You were excited to tell him— you thought this was saving your relationship, but he doesn’t seem relieved at all…

Tells the lads about it in an uncharacteristic moment of vulnerability when they’re spending the night in a safe house. Price is smiling and about to give him an eloquent response with relevant advice.

“Jus’ knock ‘er up fo’real then,” Soap blurts out, earning an elbow to the ribs.

[knowei]

No but imagine after a long day of being yelled at by the farspace fleet colonel you log onto moments and see ur literal boss comment “XD” and “:P” under some girl’s post

[knowei]

Ngl. Kafka is such a fucking twink. He is such a nervous little Jewish twink I want to fucking humiliate him so bad. He is so educated and has a very conscious inner world. I just want him to face humiliation and abrasion from me omfg. I want him to overthink his embarrassments because that’s what he naturally does. „It’s in my nature“ he once told Felice. I want him to have a phase in his life where he is subjected to utmost physical and stimulating embarrassments and humiliations. He is such a depressing melancholic twink who writes for shit. He is MY depressing melancholic twink who writes for shit. I just like to imagine observing above him as he writes his little wittle pathetic stories. Who writes his pathetic stories about metamorphosing pathetic insects and his stories about weird trials and jurisdictions. Then await until the time comes where he fucking faces his humiliations. Whatever that is. I want to fucking overstimulate him until he weeps. This silly fucking German speaking twink. I want to hear him whimper some twinkly German shit like „H–H–Halt bitte~~~~“😣 in his whimpering, weak groggy tuberculosis infected fucking throat as I spank him or stimulate him as he sits on my fucking lap. My fucking god. I just want him to be in my possession. I want to corrupt this already corrupted motherfucker. I want him to feel ashamed for no reason. 

What happened to just saying "I love Kafka"

[knowei]

Imagine you're a centaur. A very ideal centaur, you have all the qualities one wants in a mate. Everyone is always vying for your attention- you can basically pick whoever you want. But you don't want any of the impressively muscular stallions, nor the near-angelically beautiful ones, there's only one person you could ever imagine wanting. He's a donkey centaur. He's not very well built, more on the stocky side, his front teeth are big and he has a lazy eye but he's humble and kind and he's everything to you and no one would dare say a word against him with you nearby

Oh, to be a Centaur!Reader who is wanted by everyone in the grove, but you only have eyes for the shy, kind-hearted onocentaur.

He's always looked after you without expecting anything in return. He knows he doesn't look like the other centaurs. There's no elegance to him, no ethereal beauty, no chiseled build that would put other warriors to shame. He's just him; and he has a difficult time understanding that it's enough for you.

If only he could see himself the way you see him.

[knowei]

Nikto indulges in allowing you to be selfish.

You've always been quiet and meek with your desires and wants- ashamed and embarrassed. Your soft fingertips aching to embed in the fabric of his shirt, into the rough marks on his back- anything to anchor yourself to him.

But you shouldn't. You tell yourself. The little nagging words linger in the back of your mind. Don't be selfish. Being clingy will make him realise how desperate you are. How lonely and deprived you are. All those walls built around your heart, and for what? to tear them down for the first man who says he loves you?

The insecurities keep you tame. Keep you reluctant and hidden, right before his eyes.

That will not do.

He'll guide your fingertips to trace up the hard muscle of his sides- thick and unyielding, muscle and silvery scars bump against your palms as they traverse with his guidance- thick right fingers coiled around yours, guiding, guiding, searching for the cracks in his armour. You peel them away so easily- too easily. You feel the shape of his ribs, lathered in thick scars and welts. Burnt skin, tatters of remaining inked skin, a small birthmark on his side. A deep indulgent hiss aching from his throat as he keens you to bite your nails into his skin- tether yourself to him, as he wishes. As you wish.

You hesitate with a soft noise- Okey filled with worry for him, your fingers curling away from him. He doesn't allow you- not letting you run and hide. His hands engulf yours, and he aches your palms into his sides. Guiding you to latch as his mouth grazes over your forehead, his mind buzzing and purring with appreciative whispers.

"Tear. Bite. Claw. You will not hurt me little one. Little soft thing like you, hm? You make us laugh". His chuckle is low and dry and soft.

"Andre, I-".

"let me be yours- we are yours. Do not feel shame, never. Not you".

His mission is accomplished when you ease softly and slowly like putty. His dearest girl. Your nails bite deeper into him, and he hisses contently.

Be selfish. Let yourself have that.

[knowei]

musk is going to die in a Tesla explosion in 6 months after sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and we will never get a conclusive answer on whether it was a CIA car bomb or just a normal Tesla malfunction

[knowei]

Awkward Alpha könig x Omega fem reader (smaller than König)

+18. mdni

big awkward Alpha König with the prettiest Omega in town as his girlfriend. he didn't even ask her out. she's the one who decided he'd be the perfect boyfriend and told him he should take her out. and he was too stunned to say anything so he nodded and that's how it went down.

he's not sure how he ended up with her. everyone is convinced he somehow blackmailed or threatened her to date him. considering their worrying size difference. I mean, it's not that she's the size of a doll, she's of an okay height, it's him that's fucking massive for no apparent reason. how his mum even pushed him out is scary to think about sometimes. but his gf doesn't give a shit that he's giant looking. all she cares about is that he's happy with her and that she's happy with him.

he does anything and everything she tells him to. he cleans things, fixes things, cooks whatever she asks if he has time and energy. and it's not like she treats him as a servant. she's just so in tune with him that's she quickly realised that he really likes doing things for her. it makes him feel useful. and she also realised that he really likes it when she praises him for it. gives him rewards for doing what she asked. it may be taking him out on a date somewhere and wearing a dress she knows makes him feral. she bakes him sweet treats, packs him an extra special lunch when he goes to work, and does this thing where she dedicates a special day and special time when they're both free to dote and coddle on him. and he loves it.

she kisses him all over, runs him a bath, washes and brushes his hair, applies skincare on him while pretending she's running a spa resort, and honestly, König sometimes is convinced she likes this more than he does. treating him like a doll or a kitten. but he doesn't give a rat's ass because this shit feels good. really good.

König's a good listener as well, she found out, he remembers things very well and is detail oriented, he cares and keeps things in mind. he does things exactly as she wants, none of that weaponised incompetence shit in sight.

but the only time where he's allowed not to listen, to do whatever he pleases is when she gives him permission to go to town on her pussy. and he does. with everything he's got.

König is no longer her soft and gentle giant. instead he fucks her with his whole weight, makes her really feel their sheer size difference. he bites and squeezes and licks and sucks, leaving marks all over her soft skin. He enjoys making a mess out of her. Enjoys battering her pussy so much that when he's done, he likes to admire his hard work, how her cunt is all red and puffy, how slippery and shiny her lips are and how stretched out her hole is, and his favourite part is the mess of cum leaking out of her, that's smudged between her thighs as she shakes on the bed, worn out.

then he hovers his body overs hers, grips his massive cock and taps it on her pussy, slapping it and watching the cum web and connect the tip of his cock and her pussy. he hums and shoves his thumb in her hole, pulling to the side and she sobs. König blinks at the mess between her legs and decides he's not had enough, and shoves his already hard cock inside her, so slowly not because he needs to stretch her out, but just because he wants to make sure she feels it all. She moves her arms to push him away, cheeks wet with tears, "Kö-- Baby, please, stop--"

König leans down and smacks a wet kiss to her warm cheek, humming, "Stay still, Alpha's not done with you yet, it's the least you could do for me, hm?" He grabs her wrists in one hand and holds them down above her chest, easily pinning her as her pussy throbs around him, hot and slippery. "I do so much for my sweet Omega, I give you so much, so give me this, all I want is to stuff your pussy full of me, knot you up until you're begging me to use your ass just to give your pussy a break,"

König knows he's just dirty talking, he knows that probably won't happen, that they do have safe words set in place just in case things get too intense. But that doesn't mean he can't get creative with his dirty talk, not when she's hysterical under him, leaking like a faucet and crying and heaving under him, "König-- Alpha, please, come in my pussy-- please,"

König snarls and starts slamming his hips, his balls slapping her with each thrust, with one hand over her chest, pinning her in place and the other near her head, holding him up, he's driving in her pussy with the sole intent of filling her up, like they both want. and when she's riding up the bed by the force of his thrusts, he gets annoyed that she's getting further from him, so he drags her back by the waist and turns her around, flips her on her stomach and wraps an arm under her, pinning her against his front. He's practically holding her whole body up against him, driving her hips to meet his, she's not even doing anything but wailing and drooling as he uses her body like a fleshlight.

König loves his girl, his sweet Omega, he's so grateful that he gets to fuck her nasty like she was nothing but a tight hole to him, but also wake up to her next to him in bed, that she loves him for his kindness and sweetness, and not just because of the fact that she claimed his dick is the best thing she's ever experienced. even if it is true.

[knowei]

You don’t work under König. Which is a good thing, because if you did, the facade of stern professionalism he’s built up over all these years would’ve crumbled in an instant. No, you’re a clerical worker for KorTac. You’re not combat trained, but you have an excellent memory and type like lightning.

And you like the colonel’s office.

You remarked upon how it was positioned on day when making small talk. Yours was placed such that in the evenings, the sun would glare directly at your screen— and the blinds had gaps, making them of no help. His was opposite directionally, he faced no such issue. Mindlessly, he gave permission— no, invited you to make use of his office whenever it suited you. He couldn’t really say why. He just looked at you and felt his senses leave him.

Which is how you’d taken up residence on his office couch, tapping away on a laptop with a couple of clipboards and folders stacked next to you. And you were chatty. It didn’t bother him at all— he’d always been an excellent multitasker, and if anything, your constant conversation made paperwork go by much faster. You took frequent breaks, and seemed to go off on many tangents, and yet it seemed you always finished your work quite early.

While he was by no means a hermit, König isn’t exactly hip, and he knows it. You’re constantly teaching him new things and telling him about trends you like and dislike. The newest thing he’s learned from you is the modern use of “hear me out”— which is usually followed by you pulling up a picture of some left-of-conventionally-attractive celebrity on your phone to show him.

And he loves it when you ask him to hear you out. Because when he sees the kind of freaks you’re into? He thinks he might just have a chance.

(What he hasn’t realized is that if the glare at your desk was so bad, why didn’t you just move your desk?)

[knowei]

Poly141 who have to take serious thought over what order people get to fuck you in. they obviously cant all fuck you in one night as it's just to much for your poor little cunt to take (and trust me they've tried) so they've gotta put serious thought into who's fucking you tonight and in what order.

they know from experience that Price cant go first as his main focus during sex is your pleasure over his so, by the time he's done with you your too overstimulated to take anymore.

Ghost is way too big to go first and if he does he's gotta spend a chunk of that time stretching out your tight little cunt on his thick fingers before he can even think about bullying his cock inside of you.

Soap cums way too quickly for him to even begin to stretch you out for the others, you aren't even able to reach an orgasm yourself before hot thick ropes of his cum are shooting inside of you.

and Gaz likes to take his time with you, to tease you, to fill you with pleasure and just when you're at your breaking point he rips it away, causing you to whine out as your body squirms underneath him. now this wouldn't be a big deal if he didn't have multiple other men waiting to get their fill. and making them wait for something they so desperately desire isn't the best idea (again another thing they know from experience)

So, it's really quite a struggle for these men to come up with a solution for an order. I'm sure they'll figure it out eventually.

I haven't proof read yet so i apologise for mistakes <3

[knowei]

Drabble #5 Pt 2

Attention

This is not safe, sane, healthy, realistic, or particularly well written. I am not romanticizing abuse.

Nikto only feels bad because I wrote him that way.

Anyways

He started looking for pieces of you the next day. Any clothes, sticky notes you had written on the fridge, plastic containers when you had made him lunch, the scent of your shampoo on the towels. But it was all gone. You even took out the trash before you left. It was like you were never here.

Good riddance. Nothing but a distraction. A grown man can take care of himself.

The voice was probably right, but for some reason there was an uncomfortable tightness in his chest. You were here, just yesterday. Why did you think you could disappear from his life, leave not even a fingerprint behind?

No, he still had his memories of you. You still existed in the records of his mind. He could still use the image of your body to pleasure himself. He could still imagine the sound of your voice as you spilled your soul to him.

He could still see you silenty weeping in the bathroom, unaware of his presence as he watched the tears hit the shower floor.

Using his bathroom to cry. Annoying. Pathetic.

He sat down where you had sat that day, curled up next to the drain and wheezing your little lungs out. He touched the tiles thoughtfully, as if trying to soak in your presence.

He remembered what he did when he found you there. After watching for a minute or two, he had picked you up and brought you to the bed where he fucked you so hard you passed out.

He went back into the bedroom. Nothing of yours was in the bedside drawer, under the bed, or in the closet. He looked back to the bed, his eyes wandering to the side you always took.

You often slept with your cheek resting on his arm, using his bicep as a pillow. Your warmth was annoying. It kept him up with overly sentimental ideas and the most foolish of his voices spewing romantic drivel. He wasn't one to steel against his impulses, especially around you, but he'd rather throw himself out a window than give in to the urge to kiss you.

He grit his teeth at the memories. Why was this happening to him? What kind of man was he becoming? He stumbled back to the kitchen to pour himself a drink.

You liked to sing as you cooked. He began to associate the music you enjoyed with the taste of your food and the satisfaction of his stomach. Never once did he compliment a meal, but he watched as your eyes lit up when he left each plate clean.

Did you even realize how stupid you looked, yearning for his praise?

The apartment was empty now. Soulless and lifeless, just like it was before. Except now, he had a bloody, searing wound where you had been stitched to him.

It had been years. Decades, possibly, since he had shed a single tear. Since he had wept. Since he had felt true loss.

Every moment he had spent with you was wasted by his own heartlessness, his own cruelty, and his own bitter selfishness. He didn't want to change, didn't want to fix a single damn thing, and now- now what could he do?

He choked on the helplessness of his situation for a moment before grabbing his phone.

He was a sinner. He was going to repent to you and devote the rest of his sad life to making up for it.

The phone rang once. Adrenaline pumped through his body, his hands shaking with fear.

The phone rang again. He had to catch himself on a chair to prevent from falling.

The phone rang a third time.

"Hello...?"

Your voice was soft and fragile, like you were fighting back tears as well. You were expecting an annoyed or ambivalent tone on the other end, and when you heard ragged breathing and choked sobs, you thought you were dreaming.

"I am sorry- fucking christ... I am sorry. I am a horrible man. A horrible, diseased man. Y-you wanted to help us, and we were such a fool."

He swallows before continuing.

"Whatever you saw in us- whatever goodness you thought you could bring back, I- I want you to do that. I want you to fix us. I want you back in our life. I want you. I want you. Y/N, I want you to love us again, god, I- I want to make up for all I've done, for everything, all of it."

What the hell was going on? Nikto wouldn't have even done something like this as a joke- he didn't make jokes. He was honest to God sobbing on the other end, begging for you to go back to him.

"Nikto, I- I'm on my way. Hold on."

Masterlist

[knowei]

(Poly 141 x emotional support omega reader)

The mission was grueling, and you hated it.

Every passing hour in the frozen wasteland tested your patience and resilience- tested everyone’s. You kept up without complaint, truly, the biting cold barely registering against your naturally warmer body though trecking through blowing snow simply sucked.

The same couldn’t be said for the others, however.

Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were alphas through and through, instincts geared toward endurance and strength- like a solid mountain. But even they couldn’t ignore the toll the icy environment was taking. They shivered beneath layers of gear, their movements noticeably stiff and sluggish, exhaustion etched into their expressions. Still, they soldiered on without a word of complaint.

You’d offered to help before- several times, in fact. Because you know, it’s literally your job- but every time, they waved you off, their responses varying from polite to outright dismissive.

“Captain,” you tried again during a brief break, your breath puffing in the frigid air. Your mouth pursed like a wound stitched close, brows furrowing. “Let me help. I don’t feel the cold like you do. I could- ”

“No,” Price interrupted firmly, eyes narrowing at you. Moments like these reminded you that they’d been against you joining their team- saw you as an intrusion upon their pack. You’d worked hard to show them otherwise, but- “We’ve got it handled. Just focus on keeping up.”

“But I-”

“You don’t need to play nursemaid, love,” Soap chimed in, though his tone lacked its usual warmth. “We’re fine. Promise.”

You bit your tongue, swallowing down a retort. Their pride was getting in the way, as usual, and you didn’t want to push too hard lest you ruined the delicate standing you had with them. But it was hard not to feel frustrated when you could see how much they were struggling.

When the storm rolled in, things took a turn for the worse. The biting wind turned into an unrelenting blizzard, forcing the team to take shelter in a decrepit cabin barely standing against the elements. The walls creaked ominously, snow seeped through the cracks whenever the wind blew too harsh, and the air inside was almost as cold as it was outside.

Horrible, horrendous mission.

You sat in your corner, arms wrapped around your knees, watching as the four alphas slowly huddled together for warmth. Their breaths came in shallow puffs of condensation, bodies tense.

You couldn’t stand it. Truly.

“Captain,” you said softly, breaking the silence once more. “Let me help. You’re freezing. I can- ”

“I said no, Corporal.” Price snapped, low but cutting. His tone made you flinch, but you still held your ground.

“You’re going to make yourselves sick,” you insisted anyways, your own voice trembling more from frustration than the cold. “I’m an Omega. I run hotter than you. It just makes sense- ”

“Enough,” Ghost interrupted, tone as frosty as the weather. “We don’t need you to play hero. Focus on yourself.”

“But- ”

“We’re fine,” Gaz said through chattering teeth, though his body was visibly trembling. “Just leave it, alright?”

The sharpness in their voices stung, and this time, you hesitated. It wasn’t like they were wrong- you were the outsider here, brought onto the team as an emotional support specialist, not a core member of their tightly-knit unit. No matter how competent you were, they always seemed to keep you at arm’s length.

Still, it hurt to watch them suffer when you could help. When you wanted to help.

Hours dragged by. The storm howled outside and kept delaying Nikolai from picking you up, the cabin offering little in the way of real protection. The Alphas were trying to conserve energy, huddled together but clearly not doing well. Their shivers had become more pronounced, their movements lethargic, and you could hear the subtle wheeze in Soap’s breathing as he tried to curl deeper into himself.

Finally, you really couldn’t take it anymore. You stood and crossed the room toward them, gritting your teeth. “I don’t care what you say. You need help, and I’m not going to stand by. Let me do my job-“

“For fuck’s sake, sit down!” Price’s voice lashed out, sharper than you’d ever heard it. His glare was ice cold, and it froze you in your tracks. “We don’t need you, Corporal. Stop asking.”

The words hit like a slap, and you staggered back a step. Your chest tightened, your breath hitching as you retreated to your corner.

If they wanted to be stubborn, fine. If they wanted to freeze so bad, then so be it.

It wasn’t until hours later, when the storm showed no sign of letting up, that something shifted. You had dozed off in your corner, curled into yourself for more warmth, when you were startled awake by the sound of someone moving towards you.

Price loomed above you, his expression grim but resigned. He looked exhausted, the frost clinging to his beard making him seem older.

“We need you, ‘mega.” He said quietly, the words heavy; a reluctant admission clawing its way out of necessity.

“What?” you blinked, sitting up. You had drifted off ever so slightly, but now you were fully awake.

“We can’t…we can’t keep this up,” Gaz huffed from where he slumped against the wall, standing up with a sigh. “You’re right.”

Soap, right beside him, gave you a weak, sheepish smile. “Should’ve listened earlier, huh? We’re bloody idiots.”

Ghost didn’t say anything, not like you expected much in the first place, but the way he avoided your gaze spoke volumes.

Without a word, you stood and crossed the room to them. Soap reached for you first, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close with a relieved sigh. The others followed, each pressing in until you were surrounded by their trembling bodies.

The warmth you offered was instantaneous, your heat chasing away the chill and calming all frayed nerves- scent blanketing them warmer and deeper than the snow itself.

“You’re all so stubborn.” You muttered, your voice soft and scolding.

“Stubborn idiots,” Price agreed, laced with regret. His head rested lightly on your shoulder, burrowing himself close. “We were wrong. Thank you.”

As the minutes ticked by, the alphas slowly fell into a calmer rhythm, their breathing evening out as your warmth continued seeping into their chilled bodies. They leaned heavily into you, their weight a comforting, grounding presence, but your heart felt… heavy despite the closeness.

This was the closest they’d ever let you be.

Your fingers rested lightly against Soap’s back, hesitant to move too much in case you broke the spell. His breathing had steadied, his earlier wheeze gone. Gaz’s head pressed against your shoulder, his warmth a subtle reassurance, while Ghost remained silent behind you, his steady presence both comforting and overwhelming. Price, ever the leader, curled protectively around the group, breaths slow and measured against your temple.

You should’ve been happy, content even, to finally have this moment. But all you could feel was an ache deep in your chest.

This wasn’t permanent.

They needed you now, but it wasn’t a real shift. They’d go back to holding you at arm’s length once the mission was over, retreating into their tight circle while you hovered on the outside desperate for any crumbs. This warmth, this closeness- this was all temporary. A necessity born of the freezing cold and nothing more.

You swallowed against the lump in your throat, closing your eyes to keep your emotions in check. You weren’t upset at them- not really. You understood; it wasn’t their fault they didn’t see you as part of their pack. But it hurt all the same, knowing that this fleeting moment would likely be one of the very few times you’d be allowed into their space.

It stung because you were a social person, and always knew it, and it’s why you’d even taken up this job. You craved connection, touch, and camaraderie. You wanted to laugh with them, to feel their trust without having to fight tooth and nail for scraps of it. Yet here you were, soaking in their warmth like it was the only drink of water in a desert, knowing it would be taken away soon enough.

The worst part was how natural it felt. How right it was to have them curled around you, their bodies seeking out your wamrth, their presence anchoring you as much as you did them. You didn’t want it to end, but you knew it would.

In the meantime, the alphas were beginning to stir, their exhaustion fading as you worked through the last of the cold.

Soap nuzzled closer, his cheek pressed against your collarbone, breathing in your scent seeping through your thick clothes. “Bloody hell, lass,” he murmured, low and drowsy. “How’re you this warm? Feels like heaven.”

Gaz made a soft, content noise from your side, his head still tucked against your shoulder. “Better than any bloody blanket I’ve ever had.” He muttered.

Ghost didn’t speak, but you felt the way his grip on you tightened subtly, his forehead pressing against the back of your head. Price shifted slightly, his hand resting lightly on your arm as he exhaled slowly, the tension finally leaving his frame.

“Should’ve listened sooner,” Price admitted after a long silence. “Would’ve saved us all a lot of trouble.”

You didn’t respond, unsure of what to say. They were only just now realizing how good it felt to have you close, while you were acutely aware that this was temporary- a privilege born of desperation, not true acceptance.

None of them said it out loud, but the thought crossed all their minds: why had they kept you at arm’s length for so long?

[knowei]

husband!könig…he’ll find a way to fit in your lap

[knowei]

Okay, So I'm the only girl on my team at work. And I'm telling y’all, regardless of age or relationship status, guys absolutely get excited when you give them stuff. Even if they act like they don't. All I can do is imagine how this would work with the 141.

Like imagine you make Gaz a bracelet. It's nothing too crazy, just a single strand of green pony beads. It didn't even take a lot to make it. Just some small, homemade thing that you give to him while you've got some down time between tasks.

He absolutely lights up, smiling wide, eyes bright. He thanks you with a side hug and a kiss to your temple. It's more than what you were expecting, but you're not gonna complain.

You don't think much of it, and move on with your business, nearly forgetting about the bracelet… until Soap interrupts you at the gym, demanding to know why Gaz got one and not him.

You didn't think he wanted one, and you certainly didn't think he'd be so distraught over something so silly. So, you promise him a bracelet, and you deliver it to him the next day. A single strand blue bracelet.

Johnny's ecstatic, grinning like a kid on Christmas. He gives you a bear hug, and a messy kiss to your cheek, practically singing your praise as he leaves.

Price is next. But thankfully you don't give him a chance to ask. You had noticed the way his gaze lingers on the bracelets that Gaz and Soap have, the small frown he's got after talking to them.

You make him a yellow one, and drop it off on his desk with some paperwork. No need for all the fanfare or even the chance he might reject it. He doesn't. He does bring you your favorite drink, his way of saying thanks. And the yellow bracelet is on his wrist the whole time.

Ghost is last, only because you didn't think he'd want one. But ever since Price got his, Ghost has been waiting with baited breath for one. He's not going to outright ask, will even scoff if Soap or Gaz brag about it. But he wants one!

It's late, when he drops by your barrack, quiet when you open the door. It takes him a moment to gather the courage. But eventually, he holds his hand out, asking where his bracelet is.

When you admit you hadn't made him one, he's a little hurt. You're teammates. Why wouldn't he want one? But you invite him into your barrack, letting him sit with you as you make the bracelet. It's just black, his color of course, but he leaves, smiling under the mask.

Oh, and when you show up for the next briefing with your own bracelet, a repeating pattern of green, blue, yellow and black, no one comments on it. But it's hard to ignore the way they all smile at you, a soft look in their eyes.

[knowei]

Thinking once again.. gosh this is so fun

cw: he’s weird AGAIN, rude Simon, masturbation mention (Simon), reader is nice and gets no love back (that they know of, heh) 18+!!

Simon who’s so standoffish around you, seemingly irritated by small things you do, almost like your mere existence is a nuisance.

You have a question to ask that you maybe were given an half-assed answer to a few months ago? “Y’already know the answer. Listening will do you good.” Paired along with his intimidating gaze, his eyes laced with irritation.

Or maybe you try to make some small talk with him. You’ve known each other for months and he barely holds a conversation with you unless it’s necessary, and even then it’s the bare minimum. Nothing really cordial or friendly about him.

You find him in a common area, doing your best to be charismatic in a way you think he’d like based on how he gets along with Johnny, since they seem to be close even though they’re basically opposites.

Your attempt ends with him walking away while you’re speaking, your mouth slightly gaped and face a bit hot from embarrassment.

A few weeks pass, and you find yourself at your wits end. Why does he seem to tolerate everyone but you?

You decide to pull back, opting to scoop up what little dignity you have left and leaving him alone because it’s clearly what he wants..

Little do you know, Simon is always watching you. Especially now that you’ve started to avoid him, he has to find a way to get his fill of you.

He’s a bit annoyed with you, honestly. You got him addicted to your sweet voice and your awkward attempts to be nice and how your eyes would dart around for an exit when he wouldn’t respond… and now you’re just… gone? Irritating one, you are. He loved watching you squirm. He’s always liked sweet things that get nervous around him.

No worries, he’ll just have to make you come back to him. Treat you better this time, let out a huff at your dumb jokes, maybe let you sit on the same couch as him.

After all, fisting his cock to old interactions between the two of you and the thought of your perfume isn’t working anymore. Simon knows how to make it better, knows what you need. You just need him to give you a bit of attention, and he’ll have you in his grasp once again.

follow up here!

[knowei]

Your monster husband purred. A lot.

You didn’t hear him purr at all the first month you were together, though it was an arranged marriage and he had been rather standoffish and gave you a lot of space.

One morning though he was glued to your side and discreetly trying to nuzzle you without you noticing. Which failed miserably. At nearly 8.5ft tall very few things he did were subtle.

After a very awkward explanation of a rut was he convinced you just to let him nuzzle his jaw and cheeks on you at least and that was the first time you heard him purr.

From there it only happened more. You grew closer and started spending time together. Started cuddling. Starting bathing and sleeping together. At first he just purred when you showed him affection. Then it was any time you touched him in general. Then it got to the point he purred anytime you were near.

It was to the point where his purring was a near constant background noise. Though it was sweet, you knew he truly meant it when he said he was happy with you.