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This is a genuine question that I hope I can ask but you don't need to answer if you don't want to or can't! I've heard a lot of people, for example a relative of mine who visited a couple of times DDR, say that communist or socialist countries were poor and it could be seen in the architecture, the clothes, the food etc. While this is obviously too simple way of thinking, especially when you don't consider the way other capitalist countries have affected socialist countries and still do, I was wondering where the "raggedy and poor" looks that everyone always seem to bring up come from. Do capitalist countries look richer simply bc they take from other countries and socialist countries avoided doing that? I feel like people always bring up the poor looks of socialism when they want to dispute or discredit it. Sorry if I explained this poorly!
I would say the main reason that many socialist countries appear poor to Western eyes is simply because a lot of them did not adopt Western fashions. So to take West vs East Germany as an example, West Germany was economically and culturally dominated by the US, and so the more American one looked and acted, the more wealthy one seemed. This made East Germany look "old-fashioned" by comparison.
It is true that imperial core nations get much of their wealth through exploitation, but this also contributes to the apparent differences through the availability of certain products. One of the often-heard claims of Eastern poverty is the lack of availability of fruits such as bananas and oranges. But where do these fruits come from? The tropics, which are dominated by imperial powers. West Germany had access to imperialist markets and could get cheap oranges. East Germany didn't have the same access and so oranges were a luxury.
You see the same issues of economic isolation in North Korea vs South Korea today. South Korea occupies an extraordinarily privileged position with its relationship to the US, just as West Germany did, whereas North Korea is even more economically and culturally isolated today than East Germany ever was. Yes, the DPRK is a poor nation, but they look even more poor because of a lack of Western fashions and Western products which are signifiers of wealth to Western eyes.
However, it remains the case that socialist economies are better capable of improving the average wellbeing of their citizens than capitalist economies are. In the capitalist world today, more than two-thirds of workers earn less than the local purchasing power equivalent of USD$10 a day. That is to say, the money they earn each day would afford them less than what $10 could afford a person in the United States. This number has only gotten worse over recent decades. So regardless of what anyone might say about the poverty of socialist nations, at least socialist nations are improving the lives of their citizens. Capitalist nations have been stagnating as more and more wealth is siphoned off into the pockets of the imperialists.
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WAIT im back bc i remembered most of your followers are UUers :3c a bit of seavbo, if it pleases thee? can be requiescat verse but doesnt have to be!
ok well I'm not even gonna defend myself. in fact I don't even think I can defend myself. here's some requiescat flavored seavbo. tho tbh I don't think you need to know anything about requiescat to enjoy it.
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The gardens on the roofs of the Master level houses are always a pleasure to sit in. Seawatts misses them a little, but never enough to abandon his library. But Evbo keeps a house up here, somewhat separate from the cluster of the main city, and Seawatt has every permission to be here whenever he'd like to be.
He sits under an azalea tree, book in hand. His personal library of hand-transcribed books grows as he works on them between his other duties. Many are translations, Galactic to English or Parkour to English, unfit for adding to the library that he simply can't just throw out. He collects them in his little sandstone house, but he's begun to store some of them here instead.
He's probably read this version of this book a hundred times. It's smudged and covered in reworked translations. Nuance is hard, but translation is an act of love, for better or worse, and if there's anything left in this world that he loves, it is this.
Well.
He hears the clattering before he sees anything. Evbo lands on the moss and grass with a 360 flair, windmilling his arms so he doesn't directly topple onto Seawatt. He half succeeds, instead tumbling onto his knees next to where Seawatt's sprawled in the shade.
âHi,â Evbo says with a grin, eyes glittering in the afternoon sun. âYou're here.â
âI let someone else take care of the library today,â Seawatt says. It was terrifying, but necessary. Seawatt won't be around forever to take care of it. Others need to learn. âI've been here all morning.â
âYou didn't say anything!â
âYou're supposed to be helping the Champion right now.â
Seawatt pushes his glasses up his nose, gold rims reflecting light into his eyes. He shifts them until it doesn't bother him anymore.
âEMF is fine,â Evbo says, shuffling closer, still on his knees. âHe said I was being annoying.â
Evbo hasn't realized it yet, or maybe chooses to not acknowledge it, but annoying in EMF speak means that he's been moping. Obnoxious means Evbo's been talking too much about Seawatt. Overbearing means he's stressed. They've developed a whole language around not rubbing Evbo's face into his emotional problems.
Seawatt closes his book and places it on the grass next to him, reaching over and running his fingers through Evbo's hair. Evbo follows the flow, lets Seawatt pull him in until their foreheads bump together.
âHi,â Evbo says again, quieter, scrambling to take Seawatt's glasses off and store them away safely. âHi, you're in my house, Seawatt.â
Seawatt's affections aren't easily won, even between them. Evbo knows that. Evbo likes it, even. So Seawatt waits. He doesn't pull him closer, doesn't push him away, just waits.
Evbo knows how Seawatt likes to be kissed. He presses close, presses their mouths together, lets Seawatt revel in the feeling before jolting into motion. He bites until Seawatt's lips are tingling, then soothes the sting with his tongue. He waits until Seawatt's a little lightheaded before pulling away. He lets Seawatt catch his breath, kisses a flight of moles across Seawatt's jaw, and Seawatt digs his fingers nice and well into the back of his head.
âThe whole day,â Evbo says. âYou've been here the whole day!â
âMhm,â Seawatt responds lazily, head lulling back into the trunk of the azalea tree. âSince sunrise.â
âSince sunrise!â Evbo repeats, threatens Seawatt's throat with the blade of his teeth for a moment.
âUntil sunset,â Seawatt tugs Evbo's head up so that they're eye to eye.
Evbo's always had expressive eyes, and now they spark. He flips them over, part skill and part godliness, so Seawatt is straddling his lap instead.
âUntil sunset,â he repeats. âI bet you can finish reading me that book from last week.â
âYou'll have to let me,â Seawatt pulls his hair again, this time as punishment.
âGet better at reading.â
Evbo grins, fierce in his demand.
âBastard.â
Evbo just sticks his tongue out, arms wrapping around Seawatt and hugging him close, pillowing his chin on Seawatt's chest. Such a childish God. But a challenge is a challenge, and Evbo's always known how to bait Seawatt into rising to the occasion.
#ask#mushroom-jack#fic: requiescat#saiintly apocrypha#saiintly hymn#parkour civilization#seavbo#mcytshipping#evbo#seawatt
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sometimes i like to think that horror comes to dust's room late at night just to talk to phantom papyrus. no he doesn't wanna talk to dust. horror probably doesn't even CARE if dust's awake at the asscrack of dawn or rambling off to the hallucination too loudly this late at night because he just wants to talk to phantom papyrus
horror's not delusional enough to believe that phantom paps is actually real and his own papyrus like dust does but sometimes he really wants to,,,, so just for these short moments between them he wants to pretend that the hallucination is his papyrus. that he gets to talk to his own brother before everything went to shit and before he ruined his brother's life. yeah sure phantom paps kinda says some crazy stuff that horror's papyrus never would back then but so what?? dust's papyrus is the closest thing he's got and at least he doesn't have to deal with the guilt at even LOOKING at his brother's face (the sunken eyesockets,,,, the uneven teeth,,,,, yeah no) because there's nothing there. horror doesn't have to do anything but keep his back turned to dust and just talk to papyrus through him
they both keep their backs turned to eachother when they do this because neither of them can stand looking at eachother. dust especially because hearing horror sound so much like how he was before. horror sounds so lighthearted and relaxed and just,,,,, normal that it almost reminds dust of himself. maybe if he closed his eyes and tuned out his own voice he could just imagine the moment being a conversation between himself and paps back then before he had to kill him over and over. dust doesn't want to have to look back and see horror's mutilated skull and his permanently replaced eye. he doesn't want the fake scenario he's choosing to indulge in right now to be broken
and then i think they talk like that for a long time; because horror has a lot to say to paps about himself and what he regrets and dust has a lot of reminiscing to do on the good old days before he lost himself :3
#this one is a bit more SERIOUS than i expected.... no funny little triglycercule rambling today for some reason.......#i do really like this idea though. it seems like one of the only ways that horrordust would bond in a more canonical sense#no they don't fall asleep in bed with eachother after this. in fact horror doesn't even say BYE when he leaves#they just move on with their lives afterwards and pretend none of it happened#and when they need it most then they can drop their guards ever so slightly at 2:30 in the morning through a fake middleman#horror doesn't like being this vulnerable around dust but he knows DAMN well the other won't tell#dust has no reason to say a thing about their midnight chats. maybe he just doesn't like being vulnerable at all#and it's true that dust wouldnt tell anyone because tbh he gets to ask horror things he'd ask himself#maybe he'd lie a bit here and there about what paps said so he can ask something like do you regret it after all this time#just to see if horror feels the same way that he does even though they have different circumstances#to see if the most sans-like in his eyes of the 2(3) of them can understand what he feels and understands how it feels#horror regrets it too but he's here and he did what he did. dust almost likes that he has someone to relate to him tbh#sometimes he needs to be reminded that he should regret everything he did especially when he feels manic or just apathetic#he probably needs the reality check and if horror isn't the most grounded out of the 3 i dont know WHO is (low bar but he is arguably is)#ok time to turn this into the mtt! killer SO bashes them for these little midnight rendezvous#makes SO many remarks about how theyre really pathetic for practically roleplaying a conversation between sans and papyrus#SO many jokes about what the two probably get up to in there. so many jokes about how this is some weird kink probably#but in the end despite all the shit talking killer's never been part of one of these conversations#in fact he doesn't even go NEAR dust's room late at night due to this#he just cant he doesn't want to. because if he hears horror's voice being so lighthearted and joking#and dust saying words that sound so similar to what papyrus would say (maybe he's even imitating his voice)#it would upset him a LOT. or maybe not? either way killer avoids that area like the plague when horrordust chat#maybe he'd sit down by the outside of the door when he's FEELING. killer won't let himself believe in the delusion dust and horror have mad#but he can't stay for too long because then dust and horror start talking about regrets and their wrongdoings and now he can't listen any#but either way i trio-fied it and that's all that matters!!! this might actually be one of my FAVORITE ideas i've ever cone up with :333#killer sans#horror sans#dust sans#murder time trio#tricule hc
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me vs eternal grudges abt d20 captions
#aspen tag#maybe i just need to start watching the backlog without them on tbh#bc every time i run into a godawful error. of which there is no shortage of. i get so frustrated i literally have to stop watching#and like. idk. the new form system is. i know there's probably practical benefits#but from where i am sitting it's just like. additional barriers. more steps. more energy#i watched the new dirty laundry earlier today. with the lightning flashing effect at the beginning#and i checked the desc to see if there was any sort of warnings on the vid and there was nothing#and i thought about pulling up the feedback form to say smth and i just felt tired#and like. idk if any of u were ever active in the discord's caption corrections channel before it shut down#i joined the dropout server for it. i was in there exclusively for it. bc they got on my nerves so bad and i couldn't just do nothing#you could look up a particular line and find reports of it going back months and months#and i get that it was probably not easily indexable. but w/ the way older d20 episodes are#it was a fucking blessing to be able to submit them in bulk. instead of submitting a form for each one individually like u have to now#bc they're like. every 30 seconds. you're lucky if you go a couple minutes without smth almost unparseable#and when there'd be things like unlabeled flashing. or the gore bear. and u start writing up a message on the discord#it's like. there's a sense of people. someone's reading. someone's seeing it. even in just the reacts. y'know#and like. they have retroactive caption editors to clean up the old stuff as of 2024#but i'm four minutes into tuc episode 2. their third season ever. second episode. four minutes in#and zac says âit's a concentrationâ and the captions read âwhite's a constant stationâ#and i just ..... i guess i find it hard to feel like there's work being done. or like it's a priority#i. me personally. sent messages in the feedback channel about jokes in the captions on at least five or six seperate occasions#and i know there were other people speaking up about it too. over months and months#and the past... however many seasons it's been since burrow's end. have been a little better. but it's like....#it took so long to see any change. and those older ones are going to stay in until the retroactive editors catch all the way up#and people are still going to laugh at them and post about them and not think past their own amusement at them#and it's not that big of a deal but it does like. detract from how much i am able to enjoy d20#and like. i've been watching for three years. i never shut up about it. it's not like i don't like what they make#but between all of this and the way they handled palestine on the discord. i'm just finding it harder to trust in dropout#idk. idk. it's not a big thing. but it simmers in the back of my mind a lot. i don't rlly think it's going to change anytime soon#so i guess this is just putting it somewhere so it doesn't have to sit in my head all the time. um. yeah đ
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Crowley hated this.
No, not watching Aziraphale prance ahead of him, absolutely beaming with his plans for the meeting that night. It wasnât that he hated. In Crowley's eyes - snake-like as they were - any moment spent admiring his angel was a moment well spent. He could never detest seeing Aziraphale so happy, exuding pure excitement and energy. Never.
What he hated was the distance. Aziraphale was barely an arm's length away, Crowley swaggered only a few steps behind - and yet, despite everything, despite the years of them being an "us, " it still felt like a chasm between them. Something keeping them out of reach from one another, this time entirely out of the influence of Heaven and Hell.
Though, in all honesty, it wasn't the physical nature of the distance that bothered him. For them - for Crowley - it would never be that simple. If only he could pick up his pace so he was walking side-by-side with Aziraphale, and everything would feel right in the world. If only their proximity was the issue.
No, it wasn't the gap between their bodies that he despised. It was what it represented. He hated the distance between them because it symbolized where Aziraphale would always be for Crowley.
Just out of reach.
#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#good omens 2#good omens fanfiction#good omens season 2#I've just been having SO MANY FEELINGS about them today but I don't have time to write a full fic#so here's this#I have a notes folder full of quotes I periodically think of (usually while I'm trying to sleep lmao)#and I saw this one that I wrote down literally like five years ago and I thought it fit them PERFECTLY#I should start looking into that folder more often and not just writing things down and forgetting about them#pkfanfics#crowley#aziraphale
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(venting in the tags ignore this lol)
#minhmy.rambles#(i just need to shout this somewhere where my friends don't see so they don't worry too much about me)#but oh my god work just got worse for this week im already working every day but tomorrow (aka in six and a half hours)#i will start at 5am and end at 9pm aka a double shift bc my coworker tested positive and there's no one else that can work#just for tomorrow but the rest of the week ill be working 1-9#which i hate even though im used to it night shifts are just boringgggg and takes up a lot of my time#which i already have so little of#my mom said i should clean my closet and i was going to tomorrow bc i wanted to play grandfest today but now i cant do that#bc ill literally be at work all day lol#and god its just so hard its so so hard but it could be worse. it literally could be worse#i cant be here as much anymore bc im so busy and tired i just draw when i can and drop them all here and leave#and i miss writing a lot but i have even less time and even less motivation and the more i work the more awful i feel#and i don't want to worry anyone like . i just don't#but its so difficult for me it really is#theres so many things i want to do but i cant do any of it and im so tired im literally so tired#like im not gonna end my life kinda tired i have a lot to look forward to. but work just really sucks and i am Tired#and i Like my job its literally the easiest and ill never have something like this again#but urghghghh. urggfhhghgh. death pain and suffering#if i draw more sif and loop suffering lol. this is why. i need to get the emotions out somehow and i don't want to cry over it#i cant cry bc i need to work i just have to keep my head up i just have to keep at it i just have to be strong and not break#i can do it i can.. i know i can i've been through worse#its just. augh.#ok done. sorry i rly rly should sleep soon bc of my 16 hour shift tmrw lol its past 10:30pm already
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Gleefully imagining my ocs as more and more unwell and codependent and Not Okay
#tide of consciousness#Many oc thoughts today#I think it's funny that the first time I really decide to have something like a relationship between two characters#That I've actually put a lot of thought into#It quickly became a little fucked up and then got worse#They don't talk about it they don't express boundaries they both want something from the other that they never say#They would and have killed for each other they act like they're just coworkers they're each others only friend#They have no idea how to be normal fucking people at all and the only one like them is the other#There is no one who knows that they can talk to about what they've been through except each other#There are so many characters on each of their inspiration onions that are sooo unbelievably fucked up#Burn Pygmalion except it ends at no leverage/ no pleasure#Except not really because crushed out on soda beach is literally in one of their playlists#Both realities at the same time#What if I built my whole idea of self around you and you did the same to me...#What if my view of the world was forever colored by your lense and yours by mine#I'M UNWRLL!!! I'M NOT OKAY!!! THEY'RE NOT OKAY!!!#I need you to feel grounded I don't want anyone's help#I need to help you I want to be saved#HRAUGH#YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO BE A PERSON I LOOK UP TO YOU I THINK YOU'RE BETTER THEN ME IN EVERY WAY#One of them is a shapeshifter without a solid base that desperately claws together an identity that can be aers alone#Based on bits and pieces and scraps because if xe don't have that stability xe won't be anything at all#And the OTHER ONE. is the one with maybe later dance by jhariah in their playlist.#Whatever whatever whatever. That's just nonsense. I've been thinking about it since I did that#They make me insane#Oc: gwyn#Oc: eren#Hi besties I hope you explode
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I hope everyone who reads this is having a better day than I am đ
#Away on a work thing for a couple of days and while my work situation has started to improve it's still not great in many aspects#Things can't just become amazing in no time I understand that#The main difference now from a month ago is that I now have someone who has my back#And who is systematically working to relieve me of a lot of burdensome work#And she is great. She is amazing. She really DOES have my back and I feel hopeful for the future. She cares.#But I still have coworkers (especially one of them) who are treating me so unfairly#I had to go to my hotel room and cry over the phone with my partner earlier today#Because I've worked my fucking ass off for such a long time to do good things and help my coworkers#And try to get us out of impossible situations as best as I can#And this is in no way meant to be a brag I just want to be extremely clear here about what's going on:#Without me they would be out of a job. Because I've been tearing myself into a million tiny pieces to hold the company together.#And what I get in return is literally... Complaints. And negativity. And annoyed comments about how they wish things could be better.#And the things they DO SEE that are GOOD they do not attribute to me at all#They have barely even thanked me for anything I have done#And I am supposed to fucking sit there. And smile. And be pleasant. And be social with them and have a haha good fun time with them.#But I am just so sick and tired of working my ass off for people who don't even care.#I don't even think anyone realises it but I am *this close* to just saying fuck it and quitting.#The only thing that's keeping me from doing that right now is the fact that this person who is slowly making things better for me DOES CARE#She is slowly realizing just how much of the company I'm carrying on my back and how close I am to collapsing under the ungrateful weight#And she has made it very clear to me that she will help me. That she sees me and supports me and that she will get things off my back.#And I really truly believe her#But if for some reason she would disappear... I don't think I can stay here anymore#So this is really the last chance I'm giving it#Anyway it will all turn out okay. I'm sure it will.#I'm just so disappointed and angry and sad right now#I've just suffered through a long dinner with them all and now I have escaped to my hotel room#I am going to comfort-binge Netflix for the rest of the night and try to be kind to myself.#Sorry for the long-ass vent#I'm impressed if you got this far#Tw vent
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military outfit copia is CHEF'S KISS, you are feeding us with those gifs
Ahhh thank you so much anon, I'm so happy you like them!! đĽşđ¤
#asks#lovely anon đ#i don't think they look as bad today#i probably just needed some time away from editing đ
#there's some time i don't have that feeling of âoh i really liked this oneâ when making a gif set#i think i'm overly self-critical about my gifs sometimes#and i've been stressing out about so many things lately#i think this has been reflecting on my editing too#but i'm so happy you enjoyed them!! đĽš
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shhh, I know I talk about my children too much. but you can't stop my love
forgot to include this at first, whoops, but I also added a little daily par tracker so I can see it all in one place! there's a separate sheet where i update my word count every time i think about it, and then this table uses a vlookup to find the most recent word count and show it as a percent and a daily par to finish by the listed due date. (the par column compares between the overall goal and the subgoal and lists whichever par is higher between the two)
#really excited i broke 40k on that first one!#but i'm def struggling with not having anything to post#i think i'd have more motivation if i had some more oneshots ready to publish but uhhh#i'm ngl i don't#every time i try to work on one i get too excited about the series and end up back over to it#which is probably good!#because i'm back up to ~1k/day across three of those fics#but 1k a day could get me SO MANY oneshots in a month you know?#feels like i'm losing out#also don't look too close at that whumptober project#as always the prompts are excellent but of COURSE i'm struggling to come up with anything i'm excited to write for them#also now for the true cruelty#i've been spending so much time writing that i don't even want to scroll through The Used lyrics looking for titles for fics 3 and 4!#like dude i already KNOW i want everything in this series to be The Used inspired so i have that narrowed down#i just can't get myself to do it!#fic 2 is also still stuck with a different title i originally considered for the same reason#also yes the used technically breaks my typical fic titling rule#they're too well-known and it hurts my hipster heart to show you all that i'm basic#but they have SO MANY good lyrics that i couldn't resist anyway#ANYWAY final vent:#i really want to write right now but i've gotta clock in in six minutes so i'm just gonna cry while i work instead#(but my side work project is going really well right now so i'm excited about that too)#(like we're meeting to discuss the timeline today and i think we're gonna be able to hit our milestones a few weeks early now)#(since i just had a major breakthrough on something i projected taking 3 weeks)
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*head in my hands* god i need to talk to my therapist. lmao
#it's not bad!#but i was talking to a friend yesterday about autistic traits yesterday evening and today i spent all day taking diagnostic tests.#uh.#so.#each and every one of those tests indicated that i am at/above the mean score for autism.#i uh. hm. yeah. so.#i was talking about having food sensitivities bc i have So Many of them. to texture and flavor. but mostly texture.#and we started talking about the fact that i have so much audio sensitivity much of the time#and he linked me to a bunch of tests. and i just took. like 4 or 5 of them today.#and all of them. all of them. indicated that i was at/above the mean score. help#i mean. that would explain so much about my life. but also. jesus christ.#it's fine i just ugh#it's fine it makes sense. would explain why i have a visual rolodex of every piece of music i've ever listened to with intent#and can match the sound with the album/band in like 10 or fewer seconds#also it would explain why i shut down when things get to be Too Much#and why when i start to like. feel like i'm panicking i just get really really overwhelmed and cry. and when i can't calm down#i start smacking myself.#told my therapist about that and he went 'yeah that's not the kind of self harm we're talking about' and moved on.#kinda surprised he didn't. say anything. about that.#considering that i don't think that's. typical.#and that would explain why i have such persistent social anxiety. like it actively resists treatment with cognitive behavioral therapy#so. much to think about. much to talk about. an informative day today it was.#also the fact that i have been Obsessed with soundtracks for my entire life uhhhh Suddenly Tracks.#like i know these tests are not diagnostic but. all of them............................................. seems to indicate something.......#i took the raad-r test twice and got 128 and 131 each time. like. hm. uh oh besties. uh oh.
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I've always had chronic fatigue. I remember being twelve, and an adult mentioned how I couldn't possibly know how tired they felt because adulthood brought levels of exhaustion I couldn't imagine. I thought about that for days in fear, because I couldn't remember the last time I didn't feel tired.
Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I was just tired, and I couldn't do as many things as everyone else. People called me lazy, and I knew that wasn't true, but there's only so many times you can say "I'm tired" before people think it's an excuse. I don't blame them. When a teenager does 20 hours of extracurriculars every week and only says "I'm too tired" when you ask them to do the dishes, it's natural to think it's an excuse. At some point, I started to think the same thing.
It didn't matter that I could barely sit up. It was probably all in my head, and if I really wanted to, I could do it.
When I learned the name for it, chronic fatigue, I thought wow, people that have that must be miserable, because I am always tired and I cannot imagine what it would feel like if it were worse.
Spoiler alert, if you've been tired for a decade, it's probably chronic fatigue.
Once I figured that out though, I thought of my energy as the same as everyone else's, just smaller in quantity. And that might be true for some people, but I've figured out recently that it absolutely isn't true for me.
I used to be like wow I have so much energy today I can do this whole list for sure! And then I'd do the dishes and have to lay down for 2 hours. Then I'd think I must gave misjudged that, I didn't have as much energy as I thought.
But the thing is - I did have enough energy for more tasks, I just didn't go about them properly.
With chronic fatigue, your maximum energy is obviously much smaller than the average person's. Doing the dishes for you might use up the same percentage of energy that it takes to do all the daily chores for someone else.
If someone without chronic fatigue was to do all the daily chores, they would take breaks. Because otherwise, they're sprinting a marathon for no reason and it would take way more energy than necessary. We have to do the same.
Put the cups in the dishwasher, take a break. Put the bowls in, take a break. So on and so forth. This may mean taking breaks every 2-5 minutes but afterwards, you get to not feel like you've run a marathon while carrying 4 people on your back.
Today, I had a moderate amount of energy. Under my old system of go till you drop, I probably could have done most of the dishes and wiped off the counter and then been dead to the world for the rest of the day.
Under the new system, I scooped litter boxes, cleaned out the fridge, took the trash out, cleaned the stove, and wiped off the counter and did all the dishes. And after all that, I still had it in me to make a simple dinner, unload the dishwasher, and tidy the kitchen.
It was complete and utter insanity. Just because I sat down whenever I felt myself getting more tired than I already was.
All this to say, take fucking breaks. It's time to unlearn the ceaseless productivity bullshit that capitalism has shoved down our throats. Its actively counterproductive. Just sit down. Drink some water. Rest your body when it needs to rest.
There will still be days where there is nothing to do but rest, and days where half a load of dishes is absolutely the most I can do. But this method has really helped me minimize those, which is so incredibly relieving.
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I see a lot of people joking about the adhd thing of "I have a appointment/phone call at 3pm, guess I won't do anything all day!"
But no one seems to make the connection that it's a time blindness thing. One of the symptoms of ADHD is not having a good and accurate sense of time. And not doing stuff prior to an event with a hard deadline is an obvious coping mechanism for that.
Can I go to the store? It's 10am and the appointment is at 3pm. How long does going to the store take? An hour? Three hours? Five hours? I DON'T KNOW!
I get anxious trying to do things before appointments because I'm aware that I don't know how long those things take, and that if I think I do, I may be very wrong. Too often I've been like "hey I can walk to the corner store and grab a drink, that'll take like 15 minutes!" and then an hour later I get back and whoops my rice has burnt.
Plus there's also the fact that ADHD people know that motivation and focus is a two-edged sword.
Like, let's say you decide to play a video game. You've got time, you can pause/save whenever, so this should be a perfect fit to make good use of your waiting-time. So you start playing and WHOOPS you get really focused for some reason today (because people with ADHD do not get to pick when their brain decides to focus) and the next time you look at the clock it's 2:49 and you haven't showered or dressed and the appointment is 30 minutes away. Fuck. (you could have set an alarm, but now you're asking people with the forgetting-things-and-time-ignoring condition to remember it set alarms)
And with motivation, it can be almost worse. Instead of playing a game, you so something useful or creative. You clean your room or fix your plumbing or write a story or draw a picture. And suddenly it's great. Your brain is firing on all cylinders. You've got all the motivation you can ask for, and you are FLYING. the ideas are brilliant, your hands are nimble, you're getting stuff done you've been putting off for weeks or months. And then the alarm goes off. Time to go to your appointment. Fuck.
You drive there, your brain still full of ideas and plans. But by the time you get back, the motivation is gone. You may still have the ideas but you don't have the drive to write them down. You can't force yourself to do it. Your sink is still in pieces. Your room is half-cleaned, and you have to shove all the sorted clothes into one big bin just so you have somewhere to sleep. You've left things half finished again, in a cycle that has been repeating your whole fucking life. It seems sometimes that nothing ever gets finished.
So next time you don't even start. There's not time. You've been burnt too many times. Why add another half-completed project to your pile of shame?
My point is that people seem to be going "lol I can't do anything all day if I have an appointment at 3pm" like this is a quirky "oh I'm so scatterbrained!" weirdness they alone have, and not a major complication of a disabling mental illness.
(and that's not even getting into the secondary effects. If you know that having an appointment ruins your whole damn day, you're going to avoid them. Even when it's things like "going to that party" or "meeting your friends for a drink/game" or "going to a movie with that cute girl from your math class". Things you should enjoy. Things that'd help you be social. Things that make you feel human.)
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bro i dunno if i'll ever have anything like my lps phase again
#that thing lasted from 2-8 years of age like dude. soooo long.#i had other phases during that time too but like i mostly combined them with my lps#and i just never really had an interest like that since#maybe mlp ? but idk i didn't enjoy them the same way#a part of me sort of thought Q might be the one to maybe last longer than the others/as long as the lps phase did#but idk i woke up today and. well it's almost been a year. and that's typically when i lose interest#WHICH SUCKS BTW !!!!!!#dude Q has done things to me no other piece of media has and to have it just not be as prominent 4 me anymore is. strange and weird and scar#y.#like genuinely don't think i've ever felt such strong feelings towards a piece of media like this#like i have never had much interest in the behind the scenes of media#or the process behind making it. like it was cool but that was it 2 me. but for Q i just. loved it.#and then ROD. something about him triggered something in me because. broski had me up at 2am being like ''omg rod.......''#sure with espresso cookie i thought about him a lot and fell asleep thinking about him cause that's how i am with characters but like.#OH MY GOD THE DREAMS I HAVE NEVER DREAMT ABOUT A PIECE OF MEDIA AS MUCH AS I HAVE WITH AVENUE Q#I HAVE SO MANY FUCKING DREAMS ABOUT THIS MUSICAL.#fish.txt
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 24: The Last First Time
Summary: You and Simon both get what you want.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 15,019 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, p in v sex, rough sex (it's like straight animalistic y'all), grinding, mutual masturbation, fingering, slightly violent imagery, scratching, biting, hair pulling, dry humping, blood (only a little), slight BDSM vibes, licking, squirting, praise, fluids (so many fluids), choking (only for a second), Simon's oral fixation, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, slight fluff, language, Simon being Simon, excessive use of the word "fuck", it's basically porn with very little plot.
A/N: This...this thing is a beast. It beat me up and stole my lunch money. I may have been a bit ambitious with it, but I've denied the Ghosties long enough and so I'm making up for that. Anyway...this might be one of the most depraved things I've ever written (not really, but you get the point). He'd the warnings, and I don't recommend reading this in public. Or standing. Or in underwear you care about. It's a good thing today is Sunday because y'all are gonna need Jesus after this.
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Your teeth sink into your lip as you slowly draw your gaze back to his face. Heâs still looking at the bear, and once again, you wish you could see his face so you could guess what was going through his head.Â
âI missed you.â You say quickly, ready to explain away the shirt and why you put it on that bear specifically. âA lot.âÂ
His eyes turn back to you, the intensity in them almost forcing you to take a step back. Any words trying to explain your actions die on your tongue as you hold his dark gaze, your heart thumping in your chest so loud youâre surprised he canât hear it. A quiet sound rumbles in his chest as he looks at you, his eyes darkening just slightly. He takes a step closer, your head tilting up so you can hold his gaze.Â
âThen I best make up for it.â He says, his hand moving to your side. His fingers bunch the fabric of the dress at your hip, lifting the hem a couple of inches. âYellow sundress?â He asks.Â
âJohnny bought it for me.â You say, your voice wavering from the anticipation of his touch. âI-It was nice out today, so I wanted to wear it.âÂ
âFucking hell.â He breathes, releasing the fabric to drag his hand up your side, stopping just under your breast.Â
You want him to continue, to push his hand higher, to finally touch you. You feel electric, every nerve fiber in your body alive as you stare up at him. Yet, you can see the hesitation, the conflict in his eyes.Â
âWe donât have to.â You say, leaving that option open for him. Sure, it might be a little difficult after being so worked up, but the last thing you want is to push him too far. You can always get one of the other members of your pack to help ease that ache. âYou just got back. Thereâs...thereâs no need to rush it.âÂ
His fingers tighten around your side for a moment before he releases you, turning his back to you. You begin to panic, wondering if you pushed too far, made too many assumptions, made him too uncomfortable as he walks to the door. Youâve done it, youâve messed things up and now itâs all crumbling down around you.Â
His hand wraps around the knob, slowly pushing the door closed until it clicks. He stands there with his back to you for a moment before he turns back around. You let out the breath you had been holding, trying to calm the panic. Of course heâd want the door closed. This is just between you and him right now.Â
You hold a hand out to him, trying to fight the tremble of your fingers. Your emotions are swirling and you need his reassurance. You need his grounding presence.Â
He approaches you again, each step slow and calculated as he reaches out, his fingers brushing your palm before he wraps them around your hand. You close your hand around his as best you can with how big it is. You lift your gaze to his, the temptation to fold under the intensity strong, but you refuse. You need to be strong for him, for both of you. Your gaze doesnât leave his as you slowly turn, walking backwards towards your bed, leading him by the hand with you.Â
Your gaze finally leaves his as you turn to face your bed, stopping dead in your tracks. Simonâs chest brushes your back, obviously not expecting you to stop so suddenly. Something tickles in the back of your mind as you stare at the mess thatâs become of your bed. The blankets and pillows are still a bit rumpled and misplaced from your lounging earlier, but somethingâs wrong. Somethingâs off, somethingâs not right.Â
âWait.â You say, dropping Simonâs hand before taking the two steps to the edge of your mattress.Â
You move the giant bear to the floor next to the bed before you fix the blankets, smoothing them out and making sure theyâre just right. You rearrange your stuffed animals and pillows, the need for them to be perfect taking over your mind. You canât control it, canât stop it until everything is perfect.Â
You take a step back, staring at the nest youâve made.Â
Nest.Â
Youâre nesting again.Â
You turn to face Simon, blinking up at him as the haze clears. Heâs staring at you intensely, hands curled into fists at his side. âSorry.â You murmur, hands closing around the fabric of your dress nervously. âI-I donât know what-âÂ
âDonât.â He says, the word sharp and biting. âStop apologizing for your instincts.âÂ
âSorry.â You say again, wincing at the instinct to immediately apologize.Â
He rolls his eyes, closing the distance between you. You take half a step back, your legs hitting the mattress and youâre ready to sit on it when he grabs your hand, flipping your positions so fast it nearly makes you dizzy. He seats himself on the mattress instead, staring up at you. The look in his eyes takes your breath away as he tugs you to stand between his parted thighs.Â
He tugs the bottom of his mask up and you donât even have to be told, your head immediately lowering to kiss him. You rest your hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the muscle beneath them. His hands close around the back of your thighs, calloused skin biting at the softness of your own. Goosebumps rise on your skin, covering your body from the sensation. Itâs nothing new to you, but heâs new to you. Youâve never been in this position before with him, never under these circumstances.Â
His kiss is searing, just as the first one had been. He kisses you like a man starved, like he wants to devour you. Itâs sloppy and wet, his hands squeezing around your thighs until your lips part in a gasp, and he takes advantage of it, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You press closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands begin to crawl up the backs of your thighs, warmth blossoming in your stomach again as they slip under the hem of your dress, continuing higher and higher.Â
His fingers brush the skin where your thighs and ass meet, before continuing upwards until they brush the fabric underneath your dress. He groans into your mouth, pulling away from your lips. âTurn around and show me.â Â
You shiver at the growl in his voice, turning slowly between his knees until your back is to him. You slowly lift the hem of your dress until itâs bunched around your waist, the cool air in the room brushing your exposed skin. You hear the sharp inhale as he stares at you, his fingers twitching against the sides of your thighs.Â
âFucking hell.â He breathes, his hands gripping the sides of your thighs as you bend over just slightly, causing the fabric to ride up slightly higher.Â
You sink your teeth into your lip as you stand there under his critical gaze. You had planned this after Johnnyâs hint that you should wear the dress since the weather was going to be nice. You knew there was more to it than that, the subtle hint that Simon would enjoy seeing you in it. The panties had been a deliberate choice just on the off chance that something like this would happen. Youâre glad you made that decision now, half bent over with your ass in Simonâs face, showing off the black, skull print fabric adorning your skin.Â
Simon curses again, his hands gripping your waist to tug you back into his lap. Your back collides with his chest, but he offers no complaint as he wraps his arms tightly around your middle. You can feel him, the bulge in his pants as you press back against him, the knowledge that heâs turned on by just the sight of your ass in skull print panties sending heat rushing between your own thighs.Â
You tilt your head to the side, meeting his lips as you press back against him, his hands hot against your stomach. You need him to lower his hand, press it between your thighs, relieve some of the ache.Â
His arms release around you and you turn in his lap, straddling his thick thighs. His hands settle on your own thighs, rocking your body against the prominent bulge in his pants. You continue to kiss him, gasping into his mouth as your clothed slit drags against the rough fabric of his jeans. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers brushing the sensitive skin below his mask. You can feel the hair at the nape of his neck, the short strands prickling your fingers.Â
Simon pulls away from your lips, releasing his hold on your thighs. You freeze, holding your breath as you wait for whatâs going to happen next. Youâre worried perhaps you went too far, or perhaps heâs having second thoughts. He drops his head to your chest, pressing his face against your clothed breasts. He holds himself there, taking a shaky breath in.Â
âWe donât have to.â The words come spilling out. âWe can stop any time.â You rub his upper back, trying to release some of the tension in his shoulders.Â
ââS not fair to you.â He murmurs, his breath hot through the thin fabric of the dress.Â
âIâll be fine.â You say, moving off his lap.Â
He lets you, releasing his hold around you. He doesnât lift his head, still bowed almost in shame. You sit next to him, close enough your arm is pressed against his.Â
âLike I said, thereâs no rush.â You say, trying to reassure him.Â
âI donât want to hurt you.â He says, closing his hands into fists. Thereâs more emotion in his voice than youâve ever heard before, the sound almost startling compared to the usual gruffness and bite to his words.Â
âYou wonât.â You shrug. âI can handle Johnny just fine, and John.â You put your hand over one of his. âI would tell you, if you hurt me, or if I got uncomfortable. Iâm not as breakable as you think. Youâve thrown me around in training and Iâve been fine.âÂ
A low sound rumbles in his chest at your words. It sends a shiver down your spine, half of your brain telling you to run, and the other half sending heat between your thighs. He sits up straight, pulling his mask down as he turns to look at you. âTouch yourself.âÂ
âW-What?â You ask, taken aback.
âTouch yourself for me.â He repeats himself.Â
You hesitate for half a second, before you nod. âO-Okay.â You reply, thrilled and nervous at the idea.Â
You push yourself up further onto the bed as Simon adjusts himself so heâs against the headboard, lounging in your bed. You ignore the feelings rushing through you at the sight of the big alpha in your nest. Itâs almost comical, seeing him in his dark clothes, an imposing figure surrounded by soft blankets and stuffed animals and colorful pillows. You lean against the footboard at the end of your bed, adjusting yourself so your thighs are spread, giving him a perfect view of your fabric covered pussy. You slip your hands under the waistband of your panties, but he stops you.Â
âLeave them on.â He growls, eyes glued at the slightly darker patch of fabric between your legs.Â
You slowly release your panties, tugging the hem of your dress up higher before you slip your hand into your underwear. Youâre soaked, your fingers slipping along the slick skin. You stare at Simonâs face, his eyes glued to the movement of your hand under your panties as you begin to tease your clit. Thereâs an obvious tent in his pants, a painful looking bulge in his jeans.Â
A quiet sigh leaves your lips as you circle your clit slowly, spreading your legs even further, draping one over his. His hands settle on his stomach as he watches, his breathing slow and even.Â
Your breathing has picked up as you continue to tease your clit. Between the moment shared with him and the intensity of his gaze on your clothed pussy, itâs almost too much. You could cum just like this, barely touched, shivering under the gaze of your packâs second alpha. Itâs the most intimate youâve ever been with him, and youâre not even naked.Â
You slip your fingers lower, gathering slick on them before pressing two into your throbbing pussy. You moan softly at the slight stretch, your eyes focusing on his hands and where they rest on his stomach. How full youâd be on his fingers. Yours are nothing compared to his. The depths he could reach, the delicious stretch of them. You sink your teeth into your lip, biting back a moan as you begin to thrust your fingers in and out of you.Â
His scent is intensifying, growing muskier in his arousal as he watches you. For once he doesnât complain about the sweetness of your scent, the two mixing in the air, the perfect blend of alpha and omega.Â
âA mixture someone could get drunk off of.âÂ
Thatâs what John had said. You want to, let it flow straight into your brain and numb your senses until thereâs nothing but the two of you. Until youâre full of giddy happiness and warmth as your limbs go lax and all tension and stress leaves your body. Until you forget where you are, lost in some far away land where thereâs nothing but you and the overwhelming scent of alpha, of Simon.Â
A shudder wracks through your body, your scent intensifying as pleasure begins to sear through your veins. Simonâs nose twitches beneath his mask, his pupils dilating as your scent goes straight to his brain. You wonder what kind of iron grip heâs keeping on himself, how heâs managing to hold himself back. Youâd jump his bones right now if he hadnât set this boundary between you. Perhaps itâs that boundary keeping him still on the bed. There certainly wouldnât be any complains from you if he crossed that boundary, ripped your hand from your panties and fucked you until you couldnât move.Â
âFuck.â He growls, almost as if he could read your thoughts, as if there was some sort of telepathic link between the two of you giving him a glimpse into your mind. It would explain how in tune he is with you, how he always seems to know, how easily he can read you.Â
Your movements falter as he slides his hand down his stomach, tugging at the button on his jeans. You watch, enraptured as he slips his own hand into his pants, palming at his bulge. Your mouth waters at the thought of finally seeing him, of getting a glimpse of what lies beneath. Heâs big, you know he has to be. Alphas generally are, thick and long to match their build.
Your pussy clenches at the thought of the stretch, how heâll have to open you up with his fingers first so it doesnât hurt. Heâll take good care of you, making sure youâre nice and slick and ready for him before he sinks into you, still stretching you with his cock.Â
A needy moan falls from your lips as slick gushes around your fingers, increasing the wet squelch of them with every thrust. Simonâs hand slips under his briefs, wrapping around his cock. You keep your gaze on the movement of his hand beneath the fabric as he pumps his length in time with the movements of your hand.Â
Your free hand grips the sheets under you as you adjust the position of your fingers, pressing your palm against your throbbing clit. The coil in your stomach is tightening, your thighs beginning to shake as you get closer and closer to the edge.Â
âGonna cum?â He rasps, his hand pumping his cock faster as he chases his own high. âGonna cum for me?âÂ
âYes!â You gasp out, curling your fingers against that spongy spot inside you. âYes!âÂ
He curses, the word a drawn out rumble in his chest as your thighs close, squeezing around your hand as you cum around your fingers. Your back arches as you nearly spasm from the pleasure, working yourself through the orgasm as he grunts in pleasure from his own approaching orgasm.Â
Your body settles, still shaking slightly as you withdraw your fingers from your underwear. Theyâre shiny with slick and your cum and you lift them to your mouth, letting your tongue dart out to lick at your own juices.Â
The sound Simon lets out is nearly animalistic, the pace of his hand frantic as his head tilts back, his hips jerking. You watch him cum, the muscles in his arms flexing as he spills into his underwear. Itâs beautiful, the sight of him lost in pleasure. You wish you could see his face, see the way he looks in this moment, but you canât. Instead you focus on the way his eyes flutter, those long blonde lashes golden in the light from your lamp.Â
His breaths are heavy, chest heaving as he comes down from his own high. Your own breathing has settled as you lay there lax at the end of your bed. Itâs quiet between you for a moment, his gaze locked on yours. How far things have come just from a couple weeks of distance from each other. Itâs impossible not to wonder if something happened, if there was a close call that caused him to think of all the things heâd regret not doing. Or perhaps it was just the distance, the realization that holding himself back was foolish and pointless. Youâd welcome him with open arms, just as you had when he walked down the ramp and onto the tarmac.Â
He had been the one to make that first move, kissing you when you least expected it. What had gone through his head to cause such a reaction? Had he panicked just as much as you would have, overthinking it until he convinced himself you wouldn't want it? Did the emotions of the moment take over and he couldnât stop himself from giving in to those desires? Or had he simply faced those fears head on and did it because he wanted to?Â
He knows how you feel. The kiss in the car had confirmed that, and you inviting him into your space was the gavel strike that sealed your fates. You donât want to turn back, you wouldnât turn back, not after everything.Â
Simon moves first, pushing himself up to sit on the edge of your bed. You desperately want to know what heâs thinking, whatâs going on in his head. He doesnât regret this decision, does he? Youâve leaped over the boundaries heâd once set, sharing such an intimate, vulnerable moment with each other. Youâd let him go if he wanted to leave, no matter how desperately youâd want to cling to him and beg him to stay.Â
He pushes himself up to stand, jeans still unbuttoned as he turns to face you. âBe right back.â He says, leaning down to press a kiss to your head through the mask before he heads into your bathroom, closing the door.Â
You let out a quiet breath, sitting there for a moment before you get up, tugging your sundress off. Itâs late, the others likely in bed already, or heading that way. You wonder if heâll be permitted a day off tomorrow, or if heâll even want to take one. You know how strictly he likes to keep to his schedule, even when he has to be utterly exhausted.Â
Youâre tempted to pull his shirt off the bear and wear it as you stand there in nothing but your panties, but youâre not sure if that will be pushing too much at once. You decide against it, instead digging out a baggy shirt from your dresser, pulling it over your head.Â
You rearrange your nest as water runs in the bathroom, pushing most of the pillows and stuffed animals to the end of the bed before you turn down the blankets, climbing in. Simonâs scent wafts up around you as you lay down, unable to stop yourself as you press your face into your pillow and inhale deeply. Your tongue darts out, pressing against the fabric before you can stop it. Itâs musky and slightly tangy, making your mouth water. You want to lick it from the source, wrap your teeth around Simonâs scent gland and devour him.Â
Your mind is hazy as you push yourself away from the pillow, blinking away the animalistic thoughts seeping to the front of your brain as the bathroom door opens. Simon steps out, taking a couple slow steps to the middle of your room. He stands there like heâs unsure of what to do next. Should he offer to leave, or ask to join you in bed? You can see the hesitation, the conflict as he tries to decide which is okay, which one might be the best decision.Â
âYou could join me, if you want.â You say, giving him an offer, a chance at a decision. You wouldnât be upset if he left, well, not entirely. Heâs shown a lot of vulnerability tonight, and you wouldnât blame him if he wanted space to think over things. You donât want him to leave, but youâd understand if he did.Â
âIs that what you want?â He asks, shifting on his feet.Â
âI did offer.â You shrug. âItâs up to you. I can always cuddle the bear.âÂ
His gaze drops to the bear seated on the floor next to the bed, still wearing his black t-shirt. His hands curl into fists before he looks back up at you. âMove over.âÂ
You try to hide your grin as you press yourself back against the wall, watching as he unbuttons his jeans again. He pulls them off, folding them in half before draping them over your footboard. This is the most exposed heâs been in front of you, the most skin youâve seen at one time. You canât help but stare at his legs, thick thighs dusted with dark blonde hair and covered in scars. Theyâre not surprising to you, not after seeing the others, though he has the most by far. Small lines, pink and white speckling the skin. Thereâs a puckered scar on one calf, a bullet wound you now know. Thereâs a long, thick scar on the other thigh cutting from the side of his knee, up his thigh until it disappears under his briefs.Â
You quickly avert your gaze as you realize heâs standing there, watching you. He quickly crawls under the blankets, a nervous sweat starting to form across your back. You donât mean to make him uncomfortable, but itâs hard not to stare. You want to know, you want every story that explains every scar. You canât even begin to imagine the horror of the big one on his leg. So far John has been the only one to tell you about all of his scars, as much as he could at least. Johnny had relayed a couple dramatic stories about his, and Kyle has told you about a couple when youâve asked. Youâre not even sure you could ask Simon, much less how you would go about it.Â
Youâre pulled from your thoughts as youâre suddenly yanked down against Simonâs chest, his arm wrapped around your back.Â
âYouâre thinking too much.â He says, shifting just slightly to get comfortable on the small bed. Itâs a tight squeeze with the two of you, forcing you to nearly lay half on top of him. Youâve never wanted that dream of a bigger bed to be more true than in this moment.Â
âSorry.â You say, wincing at your instinct to apologize again. âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.âÂ
âNot uncomfortable.â He says, his voice rumbling in his chest. âJust not used to it yet.âÂ
âIs that why you keep yourself covered as much as possible? The scars?â You ask, biting your lip as soon as the question comes out. You hadnât meant to ask it out loud, but you canât stop your curiosity.Â
âPartly.â He says, his thumb stroking your back. âPeople like to stare, they like to talk.âÂ
âI donât care about the scars.â You say quietly. âYou all have them. Just...makes me worried thinking about the things that caused them.âÂ
He hums quietly, the sound vibrating in your ear. âSome scars are symbols of survival. Things that almost killed us, that should have. Some are old wounds the body wonât let go of.âÂ
âThatâs very poetic.â You murmur.Â
His hand squeezes your side. âDonât tell Johnny. Heâll never let me live it down.âÂ
A sleepy smile tugs at your lips, the exhaustion of the day and the bliss from the events of the last hour begin to drag your mind into the realm of sleep. Simon reaches for your lamp, shutting it off, bathing the room in near darkness.The dark doesnât scare you anymore, not with Simon here. His violence and brutality should scare you, but instead, it only makes you feel safe. Heâd make anyone who dared to try and hurt you pay.Â
âSweet dreams, Simon.â You murmur, a quiet purr rumbling in your chest, content as you drift off to sleep.Â
Itâs light out, the first rays of sunlight streaming through your window. You rub your eyes from the offending light, reaching for your sheets to tug them over your head but theyâre caught around something. Your elbow knocks against something solid as you try and pull them up, a quiet grunt sounding beside you.Â
Arms wrap around you, pinning you against a solid warmth. âStop movinâ.â Simon grumbles, tossing a leg over you to keep you still.Â
Youâve traded places with him in the night, his back against the wall as you lay stretched out on your back. A quiet purr starts rumbling in your chest as the memories from last night begin to seep through your half-awake brain. He stayed the whole night with you. You had half expected him to get up, to leave, to wake up early, stick to his normal routine. Instead heâd stayed, even far later than he usually would.Â
You turn your attention to the arm wrapped around you, your eyes trailing his tattoos. Youâve never seen them this close, able to make out the details of them now. Your fingers begin to trace his tattoos, working your way up his arm until you reach his sleeve, pushing it up as you continue to follow the tattoos all the way up to his shoulder. Itâs when you get there you see something familiar. You hold his sleeve out of the way as you trace over the three images.Â
âYou got a tattoo for each member of the pack.â You say quietly.Â
âAlmost.â He says, tightening his hold around you. âMissing one.âÂ
You turn as best you can to look up at him, the meaning of his words not lost on you. His eyes are still closed, and had you not known better, you might have guessed he was still sleeping. His breaths are slow and even, his body still and relaxed.Â
âWhat are you going to get?â You ask.Â
âHavenât decided yet.â He says simply.Â
You turn in his grasp, managing to free one of your legs so you can toss it over his hip as you snuggle in close to him. âYou could get a kitten, since thatâs what Johnny calls me.âÂ
He snorts. âAbsolutely not.âÂ
âWhy not?â You say. âA fluffy little kitten would be cute!âÂ
âIt would throw off the aesthetic.â He says, squishing you up against his chest.Â
âCan I go with you when you get it?â You ask.Â
âWeâll see.â He sighs, adjusting his leg between yours.Â
You bite your lip as it presses against your mound. How easy it would be to press your hips down, grind against him. Thereâs still a warm electric current thrumming through you from the events of last night. Things have moved fast between you. Youâve gone from thinking he hates you to masturbating in front of each other in a matter of weeks. The leaps youâve made between the two weeks he was gone almost seem surreal. Does he regret last night? Will he change his mind, retreat back into himself once the reality sets in? You had thought there was no going back once he stepped into your room, but in reality, he could decide to pull back, he could decide this isnât what he wants after all.Â
Youâd let him. Youâd watch him revert back into himself, face the pain of rejection and acknowledge that what you wanted turned out to be nothing but a dream. His comfort matters more than your needs. Youâd fight to cling to the fraying bonds for nothing else besides the sanity and stability of your pack. His rejection would slice clean through those supposedly indestructible bonds, disrupting the dynamic of the pack. It would fracture, crumbling like a building with a structural failure. The bonds that they built with each other, the bonds theyâve built with you will snap leaving decaying waste with you and Johnny caught right in the middle of it all.Â
Youâll do everything in your power to cling to those decaying edges, frantically gluing them back together like omegas are supposed to. Fight to hold the pack together while the betas desperately try to resolve the tension and keep everyone sane. It will be the end of the pack, the initiative will be a failure.Â
Maybe you shouldnât have pushed so much. Itâs all going to go down in flames because of you.Â
âYouâre thinking too much again.âÂ
The quiet rumble of Simonâs voice pulls you from your spiraling thoughts. It drags you back to reality, back into your body from the quickly deepening hole of worry and fear in your mind. Your eyelids flutter as you take a deep breath, the musky scent of alpha clearing away the haze that had come over your mind. Youâre still laying in Simonâs arms, pressed up against his chest, his thigh pressed between your legs.Â
âHow do you always know?â You murmur, snaking your arm around his side.Â
âYou have tells. You freeze, staying so still even the best snipers in the world would be impressed. You get this glazed over look in your eyes, and your scent changes depending on what youâre thinking about.â He says, tightening his hold around you.Â
âYou notice all of that?â You ask in amazement and embarrassment that he can read you so easily. Youâre still not used to it, his uncanny ability to just know things when it comes to you.Â
ââS part of my job,â He says, shifting slightly closer to you. âWhat makes me so good at it.â His face presses against the top of your head as his thigh shifts between your legs, putting even more pressure against your clothed pussy. âYouâre overthinking this, aren't you.âÂ
âI just...â You let out a shuddering breath, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs. âI need to know if you regret last night.âÂ
A low grumble vibrates through his chest before you find yourself suddenly on your back under him. It happened so fast your brain canât even register it completely, his hand is gripping your thigh, the one you had thrown over his waist, keeping it hooked over his hip. Heâs pressed between your legs, body slotted against yours like he was made to fit there perfectly. Hard edges pressed against your soft curves.Â
âDoes this feel like regret to you?â He says, voice rumbling deep in his chest as he presses his hips into yours.Â
You can feel him...all of him through his briefs as he presses against you, nothing but thin fabric separating you. Heâs just as big as you imagined, long and thick and throbbing. He drags his hips along your covered slit, closer than heâs ever been to you. The electrifying moment during training is almost nothing compared to the feeling of him pressed against you.Â
âNo.â You squeak out, wrapping your arms around his back as he continues to grid against you. You can feel every inch of him against your quickly dampening underwear, the fabric sticking to you and providing delicious friction with every roll of his hips.Â
Your hands slip under his shirt, your palms pressing against the warm skin of his lower back. A shudder runs through him, dragging a low growl from his lips. He releases you just long enough to tug his mask up over his mouth before he descends on your neck, your head tilting to the side to give him room.Â
The front of his briefs are quickly getting wet from the slick coating your thighs and his precum. Your nails sink into his skin as his teeth scrape across your throat, his tongue following to ease the sensitive, stinging skin.Â
âSimon,â You whimper, pressing your hips up against him, desperately seeking relief from the ache building in your core.Â
He lifts his face from your throat, your lips clashing against his in a mix of teeth and tongue. His hand slips up to cup the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He uses his hold on you for leverage as the drag of his hips becomes almost violent. You can imagine it, the feeling of his cock thrusting into you, reaching so deep you can feel him in your stomach, the way youâll ache for days after heâs done with you.Â
âSimon, fuck...â You whine against his lips, your legs shaking as you get closer and closer to the edge. âPlease!âÂ
His grunts and moans have turned into growls, low and deep in his chest. It sends a shiver up your spine, your omega rolling in your mind, scratching to be free. You sink your teeth into his lower lip until you taste blood, the air between you quickly becoming primal. His hand tugs on your hair, pulling your head back until your throat is bared to him. He sinks his teeth into the skin, biting until you yelp. He eases back, dragging his tongue over the sore spot.Â
Your moans get louder as you get closer and closer to the edge, every sharp bite of his teeth into your neck sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to where his cock drags against your clit. You feel alive, your vision getting sharper as you get closer and closer to your orgasm.Â
âSimon....Simon please.â You whine, clutching him to you so tightly it almost hurts. âI need you. Need you to rearrange my guts, fuck me until I canât stand. Make me hurt, remind me that Iâm yours.âÂ
A low growl reverberates in his chest, vibrating through your entire body. Your thighs squeeze around his hips, hanging onto him for dear life as he ruts against you like an animal. âSay it again.â He growls, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin of your ear.Â
âIâm yours.â You gasp, your back arching. âHave been since the first day.â
âFucking hell.â He grunts, grinding his hips against yours with so much force the headboard bangs against the wall.Â
You cum almost instantly, soaking your underwear and his briefs. He shoves his face into your throat, inhaling deeply against your scent gland. His hand grips the pillow next to your head, his body tensing as his hips jerk against yours. Warmth coats his briefs as he spills into them for a second time in the last day, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he nearly goes limp on top of you.Â
Both of you lay there, shaking and twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasms. Itâs hot and stuffy in the room, the heat from Simonâs body not helping any. For a moment you wonder if heâs fallen asleep again from how still and relaxed he is, but the twitch of his body as you soothe your hands over the marks youâve left on his back says otherwise.Â
âSimon?â You speak his name quietly in the sudden stillness of the room.Â
âSoon.â He says, slowly beginning to untangle himself from you. âIâll give you what you need soon.â He presses a kiss to your cheek, shockingly soft compared to what had just transpired.Â
He slips a hand around your back, flipping the two of you again as he flops on his back on your bed. You fall against his chest, resting your head over his heart. Despite the exertion, itâs thumping steadily and evenly. Your pussy clenches at the thought of his stamina, how long heâll be able to go. Youâll tire before him, nothing but a boneless, babbling omega as he fucks you blind and unconscious.Â
The moment is ruined by the knock at the door, both of you tensing for a moment.Â
âIf you donât hurry, youâll miss breakfast.â Johnâs voice sounds from the other side.Â
Your cheeks warm at the idea of him hearing what had just transpired. How long has he been standing out there, waiting for you to finish? Does he think Simon was just fucking you, or does he somehow know you had just been rutting away like two eager pups? You can picture the tent in his pants, the way he adjusts the painful bulge at the thought of you being taken by his second alpha. Heâs been waiting for this, for the walls to finally come down, for you and Simon to finally release that pent up energy and remove the weight that has been hovering over everyoneâs heads.Â
âCome on,â Simon says, sitting up with you in his arms. âNeed to get some food in you.â He stands, still holding you like itâs nothing to him. It probably isnât, but the thought has your face nearly bursting into flames.Â
He sets you back on your feet, his hands lingering on your sides. You stare up into his eyes, getting lost in the beautiful brown irises. He holds your gaze for a moment before delivering a sharp swat to your ass.Â
âGet yourself cleaned up, then weâll go.â He pulls away from you, grabbing his jeans off the end of your bed.Â
You stare at his ass as he bends over to pull them on, an idea popping in your head. âWait,â You say before he can leave, pulling off your panties. You tuck them into his back pocket, giving it a firm pat. âKeep them.â You stand up on your toes, kissing his cheek before scurrying off to the bathroom before you get distracted again.Â
Youâre still shaking as you tug your shirt over your head. You look like youâve been mauled by an animal as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Thereâs marks across your neck from Simonâs teeth, and your hair is a tangled mess from his hands. Your thighs are trembling a bit as you stand there, your slick drying uncomfortably on your thighs. Your lips feel bruised as you quickly brush your teeth before stepping into the shower.Â
The excited tremble of your hands makes holding the body wash a struggle. You still feel electric, your mind rushing from not one but two very intimate moments between you and Simon. If this is how you feel now, you can only imagine how youâll feel after actually having sex.
You feel a bit sore as you get dressed, doing your best to hide the scattering of marks across your skin. You donât really have to hide them. Everyone knows you fuck the members of the 141. The images that must flash through their minds when you walk around with them. Do they think you take all of them at once? On your knees as they stand around you, being a good omega for them like in some cheesy porn video? Or bent over, presented for them as they make a mess of your pussy, fucking each otherâs cum into you until you canât hold anymore and it seeps out, leaving you laying in a puddle of it?
Your pussy clenches at the thought, warmth starting to pool in your stomach again.Â
âDown girl.â You say, talking to yourself as you slip on your shoes. âWeâre not there,â You straighten back up, smoothing your hands over your shirt. âYet.âÂ
You take a deep breath, trying to steady the excited thrumming between your legs as you step out into the hallway. Simon is waiting for you, having changed clothes, or at least you think so. Heâs in a black t-shirt and jeans still, his most common uniform when heâs not in training.Â
âCome on, letâs go.â He says, motioning towards the door with his head.Â
He didnât change his shirt.Â
The overwhelming scent of alpha and sex and you is wafting off of him. He might as well be wearing a bright neon sign declaring what you were up to this morning. Your omega purrs at the idea of him being coated in your scent, staking your claim over him. Maybe you shouldnât have showered after all, wanting to wear a matching scent projecting his own claim over you.Â
The mess is sparsely occupied this late in the morning, something youâre silently grateful for. Had you walked in during the peak breakfast time, you might have died on the spot. Most donât pass a glance your way, only those you pass by directly giving you both a second look.Â
Simon yanks your tray from your hands as you grab one, setting it down on the counter next to his. He begins spooning food onto it, adding the things you like. You stare at your tray wide-eyed as he fills it, your omega practically preening.Â
He doesnât even let you carry it to the table, setting it down next to his. You beam up at him as he stares down at you, unable to hide your smile.Â
âWhat?â He asks, his eyes scanning your face.Â
Your smile widens. âThanks for making my tray.âÂ
He glances down at your full tray before looking back at you. âSit down and start eating.âÂ
You canât stop smiling as you sit on the bench, Simon going to get you something to drink. The activities this morning have left you hungry, hungry enough that the mess food looks appetizing. Simon returns quickly, setting a cup of tea down in front of you.Â
âTea?â You ask, staring at it.
âYeah. âS good for you.â He says, starting in on his own breakfast. âBetter than that sugary milk you call coffee.âÂ
âBut you put sugar and milk in your tea.â You say, looking up at him.Â
He turns to you, giving you an exasperated look. âAnyone ever tell you youâre annoying?âÂ
âYeah. All the time.â You say, taking a bite out of the sausage on your fork.Â
âLittle shit.â He murmurs under his breath, turning back to his own tray.Â
You both eat in comfortable silence, no awkward or tentative energy between you like you had worried there would be after the events that transpired over the last few hours. Thereâs no dancing around each other anymore, the forced distance dispersed between you. It makes you happy, your omega satisfied as your pack now feels complete.Â
You almost feel like skipping as Simon leads you back to the barracks. You slip your hand into his, swinging your arms back and forth. He doesnât pull away or even complain at your actions, letting you have your moment. Who knew he was such a big softie underneath all that armor?Â
Well, you sort of knew the whole time. He could have been mean. He could have been nasty towards you, forcing you into a corner made up of only you, John, and Kyle. He could have kept Johnny from you, drawing that line in the pack and keeping you on one side. He could have let you face the consequences of punching that alpha on your own. So many times he could have left you on your own, been rough with you, let things escalate until he was violent, let his anger win and use it against you as many alphas do.Â
But he didnât.Â
Even in his early avoidance of you, he was never a bad alpha towards you. He might not have liked you at first, or approved of your presence, but he never took it out on you. He put up with you because he had to, until his hesitant tolerance grew into more. You had wiggled your way in without even knowing it, long before you started trying, long before you became determined to win his approval for your sake, as well as the rest of the packâs.Â
Look at you now, holding his hand after he made you orgasm an hour ago. You would have never thought youâd get to this place with him back then. Youâve surpassed the point you wanted to get to, but youâre certainly not going to complain. Youâve gotten what you wanted, and from the sounds of it, so has he.Â
Itâs been two days since Simonâs return, and he has yet to fuck you. The marks on your neck have begun to fade, and you wonder if heâs waiting until theyâre gone so he can make new ones. He certainly hasnât been ignoring you, no heâs been quite clingy. He sits close to you, holds your hand every chance he can. Heâs been filling your trays at meals when he takes you to the mess, something John is content to let him do.Â
Your omega is satisfied, still preening at the idea of him courting you. You certainly wonât complain, nor will you try to stop him. He could claim you too, if he wanted. He could have claimed you from the start and you would have let him. Back then it would have been because it was your duty to do what your pack wanted. Now it would be because you want him to. You want to be his, just as much as youâre Johnâs.Â
You wonât tell him that, though. Not yet. You donât want to push him, to seem like youâre trying to move too quickly. You donât want to scare him off now after making so much progress. That can be a conversation for later, once the two of you have adjusted to this new development in your relationship.Â
An excited shiver trails down your spine as you stand outside the door. Itâs early, but the world outside is grey with the coming dawn. Your heart jumps as the door in front of you opens, Simon pausing as he exits his room. He blinks down at you as you grin up at him, obviously not expecting you to be up and ready before him.Â
âReady to go?â You say, bouncing excitedly on your toes.Â
He rolls his eyes at you, pulling his door closed behind him. âYouâre in far too good a mood for 4:30 in the morning.âÂ
âIâm excited.â You say, taking his arm as you walk down the hallway.Â
âAnd far too happy.â He says as you step out into the cool morning air.Â
âI am happy.â You say, leaning your head against his arm. âYou make me happy.âÂ
He lets out a sigh, and you can almost hear him rolling his eyes at you. âDonât make me regret this.âÂ
You pause outside the door to the gym, looking up at him. âYou donât, do you?âÂ
He stares down at you for a long moment, your heart beating in your ears. You donât want to scare him off with your happiness, the glee you canât control at the relief of finally being accepted by him, of finally feeling like your pack is complete.Â
âNo.â He says, opening the door for you. âNow get your ass inside.âÂ
Relief floods through you, a smile tugging at your lips as you step into the gym. Itâs quiet inside, quieter than normal even for 4 AM.Â
âMost of them are out running drills today.â Simon says as he leads you down the hallway to the training room. âBase will be quiet.âÂ
âWonât catch me complaining.â You say as you step into the training room.Â
Simon locks the door behind you, setting his things on the bench and kicking off his shoes. You stare at him shamelessly as you follow him onto the mat, unsure whether you should thank or curse the grey sweatpants hugging his ass.Â
He turns to face you and you decide to curse them, warmth flooding through you. Your mind flashes back to the morning after his return, the feeling of his cock grinding against you, his teeth sinking into your skin, leaving marks all over you.Â
Fuck this is going to be a long training session.Â
Youâre half distracted as he runs you through combinations, most of your punches missing, your kicks almost half-hearted as most of your energy is pulsing between your legs. You keep messing up, punching at the wrong time, the order getting messed up in your mind. Agreeing to train today was probably a bad idea, given the uncontrollable lust thatâs been plaguing you. Being so close to Simon and his scent isnât helping either.Â
You mess up another combo, half distracted, half dazed as you throw a punch, missing the mitt entirely. Simon lets out a frustrated growl, moving before you can even think to block yourself as he drives his shoulder into the center of your chest. You fall flat on your back, the air leaving your lungs with a sharp gasp.Â
You lay there, coughing and gasping as he comes to stand over you, staring down at you disappointedly. âYouâre distracted.âÂ
âYeah,â You cough out, trying to catch your breath. âYou keep fucking with my head.âÂ
âHalf of fighting an alpha is a mind game. Theyâre going to fuck with you, because it will work.â He says, lowering himself to his knees over you.Â
âYeah, but this is different.â You say, your breathing finally returning back to normal.Â
Or it was. Your inhale catches in your throat as he leans over you, his hands settling on either side of your head. âHow?â He asks, his voice rougher than it had been.Â
You take a deep breath as you stare up at him, feeling very small in this position, but you know heâs doing it on purpose. âI donât want you to fuck with my head,â You say, trying to gain the upper hand. âI want you to fuck me.âÂ
Your words stun him for a moment, and you take the opportunity to try and reverse your positions. You swing your fist towards his side, aiming for the spot below his ribs. He recovers faster than you thought he might, catching your hand before you can make contact. He pins it to the mat beside your head, pinning your other hand on the other side. You try to use your knees to hit him, but he settles his weight over you, effectively pinning you to the mat.Â
The position is reminiscent of the morning after he returned, his body pressed into yours, clinging to you as you both chased your orgasms. It sends a shiver down your spine, your body shuddering under him. His grip around your wrists shifts, pulling your hands over your head. He holds them with one of his own hands, keeping them pinned to the mat. A thrill shoots through you as you stare up at him, his body shifting to the side.Â
âYou want me to fuck you?â He growls, lifting his mask up to his nose. âWant me to take you right here where anyone walking by could hear you screaming my name? Where they could stand at the door jerking themselves off like needy pups, hoping to get just a whiff of your scent?âÂ
You would let him. He could take you right now on this mat and you wouldnât care. Heat is pulsing between your legs, slick soaking your underwear and quickly beginning to seep through to your leggings.Â
âYes!â You whine, clenching your thighs together, seeking out any kind of friction you can get. âPlease!âÂ
His free hand grips your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks to force your mouth open. He leans over you, holding your gaze as he spits into your mouth. Your whine is cut off as two of his fingers follow, pressing against your tongue. They taste salty from the sweat on his hands, yet you donât care, licking the sweat from his skin. The pulsing of your pussy is starting to get to be too much, your thighs rubbing together in a desperate attempt to ease the ache.Â
You moan around his fingers, laving your tongue over them as he shifts his gaze to your legs, watching you squirm and writhe. You can hardly stand it, his scent getting thicker and thicker in the air as he begins to get aroused as well. You nip at his fingers, trying to get him to pull them from your mouth.Â
âPlease!â You gasp as soon as your mouth is free. âFucking touch me, Simon!âÂ
Itâs like he had been waiting for your permission as his hand slips between your clenched thighs, cupping you over your leggings. You press your hips into his hand, grinding against him in desperate need for release.Â
âWhat, you want this?â He says, rubbing his hand along your clothed slit.Â
âYes!â You almost sob, squeezing your thighs around his hand. âPlease, Simon! Please!â
You lift your head as he slides his hand up your pelvis until itâs resting right at the waistband of your leggings. His eyes are on your face as he slowly pushes his fingers under the fabric, trailing lower and lower until he reaches the top of your mound. Your breath hitches in anticipation, lips parted as your chest heaves with every breath. So close. Youâre so close to finally being touched by him. So close to getting relief.Â
Your head falls back against the mat, a loud moan slipping from your lips as he finally slides his fingers lower, the rough pads brushing over your clit. âFuck...â You whine, letting your legs fall open as he begins to circle the sensitive bud.Â
Itâs more than you could have imagined, better than you would have ever thought, and all heâs done is rub a few circles over your clit. His touch is electric, lighting a fire in you again, sending shocks straight through your nervous system and into your brain. You push against the hand holding your wrists but he doesnât relent, not letting you touch him like you so desperately want to.Â
His fingers leave your clit, sliding lower until theyâre pressed against your hole. You shift your hips against his hand, trying to get even some relief from the ache thatâs been throbbing between your legs for two days. Youâve avoided even touching yourself, wanting to make sure you were still sensitive and ready for when Simon decided he was ready. Youâre glad for that now as Simon presses two of his fingers into you, your walls clamping down around them tightly.Â
âCâmon,â He groans in your ear, his tongue darting out to lick at the sweat dampening your face. âRelax for me.âÂ
You breathe deeply, trying to get yourself to relax as he pushes his fingers further into you. His fingers are so long and thick, his knuckles catching at your entrance.Â
âThis tight around my fingers, how are you gonna take my cock?â He groans, thrusting his fingers gently to try and open you up for him.Â
âI can take it.â You pant, bucking your hips against his hand to take his fingers deeper into you.Â
âBeen a while since someone fucked you, huh?â He says, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out of you.Â
âWeeks.â You whine, your pussy fluttering around his fingers in relief. âNot since before you left.âÂ
âOh?â His brows raise in surprise.Â
âMissed you too much.â You gasp as he speeds up the movements of his fingers. âDidnât want to.âÂ
âYou were hoping Iâd fuck you when I got back, huh.â He says, curling his fingers inside you. âGive this poor neglected cunt some attention.âÂ
You let out a moan thatâs almost a sob as he finds that spongy spot inside you, directing the movements of his fingers directly against it. Your hands close into fists, pushing against his but he doesnât let you go, starting to nearly pound his fingers against that spot.Â
Itâs too much and not enough all at once, your body starting to shake almost violently as pressure builds in your stomach. Youâre being loud but you donât care, unable to hold anything back as pleasure ripples through you, nearly blacking out your vision. You writhe on the mat, legs shaking as your feet plant on the floor, lifting your hips up against his hand.Â
âThatâs it.â He groans, the wet squelch of his fingers obscene in the quiet training room.Â
Your body writhes from the intensity of your pleasure, tears leaking from your eyes uncontrollably. You canât tell if youâre moaning or sobbing or both as pleasure cuts like a knife through you, toes curling and uncurling in your shoes. Itâs like youâve lost all control, your body given over to the pleasure as his fingers are pushed out of you from the force of your orgasm, fluid soaking your underwear.
Youâre shuddering and shaking under him as his fingers return to your clit, rubbing it harshly. Itâs almost too much, your pussy contracting almost painfully. A second orgasm is forced out of you, your thighs clamping together, your leggings soaked with fluid between your thighs.Â
Simon finally relents, pulling his fingers from your pants. Theyâre soaked, shiny and slick with your release. Youâre gasping for air, body still shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm.Â
âGood girl.â Simon praises you, wiping his hand on his sweatpants as he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Itâs strange, the tenderness after what he had just done to your body.Â
And that was only with his fingers.Â
He eases you up to sit, your legs trembling uncontrollably. Youâre not sure how youâre even supposed to stand on them, much less walk. Thereâs an uncomfortable wetness between your legs, your panties and leggings sticking to your skin.Â
âEasy.â He says, supporting your body as you try to rise to your feet.Â
Thereâs a small puddle where you were laying, the outline of your body in sweat on the mat and then more fluid beneath where your ass had been. Simon lifts you into his arms, carrying you over to the bench before sitting you down. He wipes down the mat, cleaning up the mess you left before he approaches you again.Â
âWhat was that?â You ask, shifting uncomfortably in your wet underwear.Â
Simon smirks, slipping his phone and keys as well as your phone into his pockets. âMade you squirt, love.âÂ
Your mouth falls open, your thighs subconsciously clenching together. âYou-what?â You blink in surprise. âDidnât know I could do that.âÂ
He chuckles, lifting you into his arms again. âGotta know what youâre doing to make it happen.âÂ
Warmth floods your cheeks as the double meaning of his words arenât lost on you. Youâre glad for the cool air outside as he carries you back towards the barracks, your legs still trembling a bit from the intense orgasm he had just given you. Youâre glad the base is mostly empty, the thought of others knowing what he had just done to you is almost too much.Â
âWhat happened?â Johnny asks as soon as Simon enters the door of the barracks, his eyes flickering back and forth between you. âDidnae hurt her, did ye?â He asks, getting defensive.Â
âQuite the opposite.â Simon says, walking past him towards your door. âTaught her a little party trick.âÂ
Johnnyâs nostrils flare as your scent finally hits him, his eyes going wide. âFucking christ, Simon.âÂ
He starts towards your door as Simon sets you on your feet, but the alpha pushes him back, keeping him from entering your room. âEasy, mutt. Sheâs had enough this morning. Letâs get some food and liquids into her first.âÂ
Your pussy clenches in anticipation at his words and you quickly close the door before you, or they, change their minds.Â
Youâre not quite sure what to do as you stand in front of the open door, peering into a space youâve never been in before. It almost feels wrong to take the step, to enter into sacred ground youâve been kept out of until now. The space is plain and laid out not entirely unlike your own. Thereâs books lining the back of the desk, a box with what looks like records sitting on the floor next to it, and what looks like a painting hanging on the wall. The wardrobe is exactly where yours is, and you can assume thereâs a dresser behind the door.Â
âYou going to come in or do I have to drag you?âÂ
You startle at the voice, lifting your gaze to Simonâs. Heâs standing in the middle of the room, staring at you as you hesitate in the doorway. You swallow the lump in your throat, taking a step into the room, and then another.Â
All feelings of plainness go out the window as you step further in. His bed is the same as yours, sheets blue instead of black like you might have assumed. Thereâs a nightstand next to the bed with a lamp and his phone, but thatâs not whatâs surprising to you.Â
Across the wall behind his bed is a black and white mural of skulls stretching wall to wall, ceiling to floor. You stare at it in awe, taking in all the details, the shading, the realism.Â
âJohnny did it for me.â Simon says, stepping up next to you. âNot long after I claimed him.âÂ
âItâs incredible.â You say. âVery fitting.âÂ
âMight need to commission him for another piece, one of the ones heâs done of you.âÂ
Your cheeks warm at his words, very aware of Johnnyâs stash of drawings of you from pictures heâs snapped while you werenât looking, and some while you were. Youâd flipped through his sketchbook, just happening upon a rather detailed drawing of your tits when heâd grabbed it and quickly shoved it on top of his wardrobe.Â
It wouldnât take a genius to figure out what filled the rest of the pages in that book.Â
âIâm sure heâd be happy to do one for you.â You say, turning to face him. âMaybe if you ask nicely, I could be convinced to do a custom reference for him.âÂ
His eyes darken as he stares at you, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Your teeth sink into your lip as you stare up at him, refusing to look away despite the strong musky scent rolling off of him. You stand your ground, pushing back against his attempts to make you yield, to make you submit.Â
A shiver runs down your spine as he takes a step closer, and then another. You can feel the warmth of his body as he looms over you, his hand lifting to settle on your waist. His thumb brushes your side through your shirt, the heat of his palm radiating through the fabric.Â
âYou want me to fuck you?â He asks, his voice rumbling deep in his chest.Â
âYes, sir.â You respond.Â
His hand tightens around your waist, his scent intensifying at your words. âFuck,â He hisses, the front of his pants suddenly getting tighter. âBrazen little shit.âÂ
A smile tugs at your lips. âYou love it.âÂ
âMmm, you seem so sure of that.â He says, tugging the bottom of his mask up.Â
âBecause I am.â You say, lifting yourself up onto your toes.Â
He bends down, meeting you halfway. Your lips clash in a fiery kiss, your hands lifting to grip his shoulders. His own slide down your sides to grip your thighs, lifting you into his arms. He walks backwards, kicking his door closed before pressing you up against it.Â
You moan as your back hits the door, Simonâs tongue sliding into your mouth as soon as your lips part. The kiss is messy and rough, his fingers digging into your thighs as he pins you against his door. Itâs finally happening, what youâve been waiting for. Two long days youâve been waiting and wishing for this moment. Simonâs bruising grip on your thighs, and the low rumbling growl echoing in his chest speak volumes of his own desire.Â
His grip tightens on you, almost becoming painful as his teeth sink into your lip. You let out a surprised yelp as he breaks the skin, the coppery tang of blood filling your mouth.Â
You nearly hit the floor as Simon wrenches himself away from you, stumbling back a couple of steps. He wipes the blood from his lip and you quickly purse your own lips to try and hide the blood. He turns his back to you, his shoulders tensed and slightly hunched.Â
âSimon?â You take half a step forward, but he lifts his hand, making you pause.Â
You stay where you are, staring at his back. You donât want this to ruin things, to push him away from you. A little blood hasnât stopped you so far, nor has a little pain. You can tell heâs nervous, though, on edge, and you know exactly why.Â
âSimon?â You say quietly, approaching him slowly.Â
âI donât want to hurt you.â He says, repeating the words heâs said over and over the last few weeks. Itâs almost like a mantra now, and you can imagine it echoing over and over in his head. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder as you reach him.Â
âYou wonât.â You say, putting your hands on his back, turning him slowly. âYou havenât so far. His eyes flicker between the healing marks on your neck, and your bleeding lip. âI trust you, Simon.âÂ
âYou shouldnât.â He says, his hands closing into fists.Â
âDonât be stupid.â You say, rolling your eyes. âWe both want this. Denying it isnât going to make anything better. I trust your ability to control yourself, and you have to trust that Iâll tell you if you go too far.âÂ
âWhat if I canât stop?âÂ
âJohnnyâs next door, and John is across the hall.â You say simply. âIf nothing else, Iâll scream. Theyâll know the difference.â You take his face in your hands, pulling him down slightly so you can look him in the eyes easier. âLet me be in control if youâre so worried.âÂ
A rumble vibrates deep in his chest at your words, his eyes flashing. Your thumbs stroke his cheeks, ghosting over his five-oâclock shadow.Â
âThe mask can stay on, hell all of your clothes can stay on.â You shrug. âIâll take good care of you, I promise.âÂ
He stares down into your eyes for a moment before leaning forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. Itâs softer this time, less heated and animalistic than before.Â
Simon releases you, taking a step back. He unbuttons his pants, letting them drop to the floor, leaving him in just his briefs. He picks them up, folding them like he did two nights ago, draping them over the back of his desk chair. He hesitates for a moment so you take the lead, pulling your shirt up over your head. You drop your shorts as well, leaving you in just your bra and underwear.Â
Simonâs eyes scan your body and you fight the urge to cover yourself under his intense gaze. He steps forward, his fingers reaching for you. Theyâre surprisingly soft as they trail up your arm, goosebumps forming on your skin. His eyes follow the path of his fingers before they reach the strap of your bra. He slips his fingers underneath, pulling it up before he releases it, letting it snap against your skin.Â
âTake it off.â He says, a subtle growl underneath his voice.Â
It sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps forming all over your skin. âThought I was in charge, Mr. Big Alpha Man.âÂ
âLittle shit.â He breathes, letting out a long sigh.Â
You reach behind you anyway, undoing your bra and letting it fall to the floor.Â
âChrist.â He breathes, his eyes glued right on your tits.Â
âUnderstanding all the hype now?â You smirk. âYou can touch them if youâd like.âÂ
He curses under his breath but lifts his hands anyway, cupping your breasts. You bite your lip as he squeezes them gently, his eyes glued to your chest.Â
âDidnât take you for a tits guy.â You say, biting back a moan as his thumb brushes over your nipple.Â
âI'm just full of surprises.â He says, earning a surprised yelp as he tugs harshly on your nipple.Â
He leans down, dragging his tongue over the sensitive skin to soothe it. You let out a soft moan at the sensation, your hands lifting to grip his biceps.Â
âFuck,â He groans against your skin, straightening back up. âOn the bed.â He says, motioning with his head.Â
âThought I was in charge.â You sass.Â
âThought you wanted me to fuck you.â He retorts.Â
You open your mouth to argue but you can't. You know he's right, so instead you make your way to the bed, crawling onto the mattress, making sure he can see the damp spot on your underwear as you do.Â
You pause when you hear crinkling, running your hand over the sheet. âA heat liner?âÂ
âGotta protect the mattress.â He shrugs, approaching the bed.Â
Your eyes widen as your face warms, the implications not lost on you. You think back to earlier in the gym, your face only warming even more. âOh.â
He grips the back of your knees, tugging you to the edge of the bed, pushing your knees up. You're spread open in front of him, the damp spot on your panties only getting bigger as he stares down at the only barrier left between you.Â
âYou could take a picture.â You say as he stands there, frozen. âSomething to remember me by.â
âLittle shit.â He says under his breath, his hands sliding up your inner thighs until they reach your hips.Â
His fingers curl under the waistband of the lacy black fabric, slowly dragging them down over your ass and then down your legs. He tosses the fabric behind him before parting your legs again. He's shamelessly staring at your glistening pussy, bare and spread open for him.Â
A moment passes as he stands there frozen, and for a second you wonder if he's ever seen a pussy before, much less a naked woman. Obviously he has, based on what happened earlier. Heâs experienced, and you try not to let the thought bother you, jealousy rising at the thought of his hands on another woman. Did she get to see his face? How vulnerable was he with her.Â
You bring your attention back to Simon as he stands there frozen. âYou okay?â You ask, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.Â
He nods, eyes still glued to your pussy.Â
You sink your teeth into your lip as you stare up at his mask-covered face. âWhy don't you show me what you did in the gym earlier.â You suggest, finally getting him to react.
His eyes flash up to your face, his grip on your legs loosening. He stares at you for a second before letting them go completely. âWait here.â He disappears into the bathroom for a moment before he comes out carrying a towel.Â
He lays it on the floor beside the bed, looking between you and the towel for a moment before nodding in approval. You watch him as he grabs a pillow, slipping it behind you to prop you up before sinking onto the mattress next to you. He pulls one of your legs over his lap, and you hook an arm around the other one, getting the idea.Â
Your eyes are glued to his hand as he drags it across your stomach, letting his blunt nails scrape across your skin. You shiver in response, goosebumps covering your skin again. His hand slips through your folds, gathering some of your slick on his fingers before he returns to your clit, circling it like he had earlier. You let out a sigh, relaxing back against the pillow as he teases the sensitive bud.Â
Simon leans closer to you, pressing gentle kisses to your jaw. âFucking beautiful omega.â He praises you, his teeth scraping your skin gently. âBeen working me up for weeks, laying in here listening to you fuck the others, those sweet little sounds coming from you.â He groans into your skin, his fingers applying more pressure to your clit. âHad me in here wanking like some needy teenager, imagining it was me making you scream like that, like it was your hand on my cock.âÂ
His words make you shiver. You know heâs heard you, it was impossible not to, but you had always pictured him with ear plugs in or headphones on, trying to drown out the noise. Or maybe he always chose those moments to shower, trying to drown you out with the water.Â
You hadn't considered that he'd be in here masturbating to the sound of you being fucked by the others. You certainly wouldnât have guessed it was you he was jerking off to. You would have assumed his focus was on the others and the sounds of their pleasure. Your pussy clenches at the mental image of him in bed, fisting his cock, trying not to cum until you do. He knows what you sound like when you cum, he'd have figured that out quickly. He'd use that knowledge, edging himself until you came so he could cum with you.Â
âFuck...â You moan, slick dribbling out of you at the thoughts flashing through your mind.Â
âNearly blacked out when you let Johnny fuck you from behind the first time.â He groans, circling your clit faster. âImagining you bent over his bed, split open around his cock,â He shakes his head. âWanted to be in there, bend him over you and fuck him into you, get both of you desperate and needy, begging me for release.â
Your head tilts back, your legs shaking as his words nearly send you over the edge. The mental images are almost too much, the possibilities now that you've opened this door.Â
You whine as his hand leaves your clit, his fingers closing around your jaw and pulling your head back up. âKeep your head up.â He says. âWant you to watch.â
You whimper as he returns to your pussy, dragging his fingers down your slit before pressing two into your slick hole. They slide in easier than they did this morning, your body opening to him in anticipation. He thrusts his fingers slowly, teasing you as he continues to work you up.Â
âWanna fuck you so full of cum you're almost bursting then let Kyle eat it out of you. Might let him fuck you after just to see the two prettiest members of the pack together.â He continues.Â
You squeeze around his fingers, a loud moan leaving your lips. You could cum from his words alone and the mental images flashing through your mind. All the possibilities, all the opportunities that are now in front of you.Â
He curls his fingers, finding that spongy spot again. You know what's coming, the anticipation building in your stomach as he begins to thrust his fingers against that spot.Â
âWant Price to bend you over my desk, watch as he fucks you until you're a crying mess, and then it will be my turn.â He growls, pounding his fingers against that spot. âMake you forget your name, forget how to do anything but whine in pleasure.
You desperately keep your eyes on his hand as that overwhelming pressure begins in your stomach again, your moans getting sharper and sharper the more it builds. Your hips jerk uncontrollably as you nearly black out again, fluid squirting from you and into the air. Simon's fingers are forced out of you from the intensity of the orgasm, but he's not done as he begins frantically rubbing at your clit. Another orgasm is forced out of you from the hypersensitivity as you squirt again, soaking your pussy and the side of the bed.Â
You let your head fall back as you gasp for air, your body shuddering uncontrollably in the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. Simon leans down, kissing you like he wants to devour you as he slips his fingers back inside your spasming pussy. Itâs almost painful, the sensations too much as he stretches you open again.Â
âOne more.â He groans against your lips as he starts bullying that spot inside you with his fingers again. âGive me one more.â
âSimon,â you grip the front of his shirt, the feeling almost too much as it builds faster this time. âSimon!â You let out a high pitched shriek, squirting again all over his hand and the floor.Â
âThat's it.â He groans, finally relenting as his wet hand comes to rest on your clenching stomach.Â
Tears blur your vision as you lay there shaking, nearly having an out of body experience from the pleasure. It's painful, but not in a bad way.Â
His hand slides up your body until he's gripping your jaw, turning your face to his. He kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue past your lips as he holds you there, your release dripping from your pussy onto the sheets. His kiss is all tongue and teeth, bordering on the animalistic violence that had almost taken over you both two days ago. It had thrilled and terrified you, how easily both of you got lost in the moment.Â
You hadn't even been naked then.Â
You don't ponder on it long as he pulls away from you delivering a slap to your pussy before he stands, watching the way you jerk from the sharp sting on the sensitive skin. You nearly cum from it, pussy clenching from how sensitive you are.Â
He reaches into the top drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a bottle. He moves to stand between your legs again, letting them fall to the sides for a moment. You're limp as you stare up at him, not sure you could move your body at all if you had to. You're beginning to understand why he was so worried.
He palms at the very prominent bulge in his briefs, an excited thrill running through you as he slips his hands under the waistband, slowly sliding it lower and lower. You lick your lips as more skin is revealed to you, a trail of light hair leading to the thick shaft of his cock. It keeps going and going as he lowers his briefs, thick and long and an angry red color as the fabric finally drops out of sight.Â
âFuck...â You breathe as you stare at it, looking big even in his large hand.Â
He moves closer, lifting your legs from where they're hanging over the side of the bed, pushing them up as close to your chest as they can get, essentially folding you in half. His cock drags through your folds, the head catching on your clit. It makes you twitch with every pass of his hips, your lips parting in anticipation. You could cum like this, your pussy still oversensitive from your three orgasms already. Four, if you count the one in the gym earlier.Â
âYou said you could take it.â He teases, his hands keeping your legs pressed back.Â
You nod. âUh huh.â
âHaving second thoughts?â He smirks.Â
You're not sure if it's your ego or your pride or just sheer determination that has you shaking your head. âNope.âÂ
His smirk widens as he reaches for the bottle, popping the cap before squirting some lube on his cock and onto your hole. He tosses the bottle back onto the bed before rubbing the lube on his cock, dragging the head through your slick folds, spreading the cold lube against the heated skin. âGood girl.â
You shiver from the praise, your breath catching in your throat as he begins to press into you. The burning stretch is almost too much for your oversensitive walls despite the preparation he had given you. His fingers were nothing compared to his cock, and for a moment you regret not fucking one of the others in the two weeks he was gone.Â
Your breaths are coming in high pitched gasps, broken by moans as he sinks into you, your legs shaking and he hasn't even fucked you yet. You could cum just like this, just from the stretch. You can feel all of him, every inch of his length, every inch of his circumference as your pussy gapes around him.Â
âWait,â You grip his wrists, his movements pausing. âFuck, gimme a second.âÂ
His eyes are on you as you lay there, trying to relax around him, fighting desperately not to cum like this. He might as well be in your guts, and you're beginning to think you had been right in asking him to rearrange them for you. You lift your head, staring down between your legs. A low groan of astonishment leaves your lips. He's only halfway in.Â
You let out a keening moan before you nod. âOkay, okay. Keep going.âÂ
If his cock is this big, you can't even imagine taking his knot.Â
He sinks even deeper, moving slowly as he watches your face. Your eyes are on the ceiling, the stretch seeming almost endless as it keeps going and going.Â
Finally he's seated inside you, practically snuggled up against your cervix, or at least that's what it feels like. You could cum just like this, laying here with your knees by your ears, stuffed full of Simon's cock. He wouldnât even have to move, just stand there as you flutter around him, soaking his cock with your release.Â
âFucking hell.â He groans as you squeeze around him, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath in.Â
âCan't help it,â You moan, squeezing around him again. âSo big.âÂ
He lets out a low groan, his hips twitching. âTell me I can move. Let me fuck you.â
You're half tempted to stay silent, to lay here and see how long he lasts, how long he'll let you hold control before he takes over. A battle of wills, just as everything seems to become between you. Alpha versus omega, instinct versus instinct, willpower versus willpower. Just like every battle, though, you find yourself bowing, giving in, unable to fight the power he holds over you. Itâs for a different reason this time, though, your desperation and neediness is just as strong as his. Youâve both been waiting for this, neglecting yourselves for far too long.Â
âFuck me, Simon.â You breathe, fingers gripping the sheets for dear life. âFuck me till I can't remember anything but your name.âÂ
He lets out a low growl as he pulls back, drawing his cock out halfway before snapping his hips forward until they slap against yours. You yelp as your body rocks from the force of his thrust, not expecting it. He pulls his hips back slowly again before he repeats the motion, practically slamming into you. It hurts, stealing your breath away, but it leaves you feeling almost electric, pleasure bubbling under your skin. Â
Slowly his thrusts get shorter, but they lose none of their force as he fucks into you roughly. You're creating quite the cacophony of sounds from skin slapping skin and the obscene squelch of your pussy to your high pitched keening moans and his deep growls. His eyes are glued to your face, watching the pleasure glaze over your eyes as you stare at the bulge in your stomach from his cock.Â
He moves the pillow out from behind you, pushing you flat on your back as he folds his body over yours. He releases your legs, letting them drape over his shoulders as he continues to pound into you. There's a wild look in his eyes, your omega beginning to stir as your brain registers the shifting scents, the heavy musk in the room.Â
Sweat has slicked your skin and Simon's, mixing where your skin is pressed together. He turns his head, licking the skin of your thigh, tasting the salty sweat. Your mouth feels dry as you stare up at him, wanting to sink your teeth into him and chew on him. You want to make him bleed, have him howling in pain as he stuffs you so full you'll be leaking for a week.Â
You grip his forearms, your nails digging into his skin, making him hiss out a curse. A wild look flashes behind his eyes as he sinks his teeth into your thigh, clamping down as you continue to dig your nails into his arms, neither of you relenting. He shifts his hips just slightly, hitting a different angle that has you releasing his arms as pleasure wracks through you. He releases your thigh with a satisfied grin, fucking into at the new angle like a wild animal.Â
Your body shudders, your moans muffling as he presses two of his fingers into your mouth again, pushing on your tongue. You choke around them, fighting every urge to sink your teeth into his skin until he releases you or you taste blood.Â
âThatâs it.â He grunts as you whimper desperately around his fingers. âYou can take it.âÂ
Drool seeps out from around his fingers as he fucks you until youâre almost cross-eyed, your pussy spasming around him as every thrust brings you closer and closer to the edge.Â
You canât stop it as you sink your teeth into his fingers, your legs squeezing together as your body seizes, your release gushing around his cock as you cum. Your eyes roll back, blood on your tongue as he wrenches his fingers from your mouth. Your head tilts back, back arching as he doesnât stop, undeterred by your orgasm.Â
âFucking hell.â He grunts, the clenching of your pussy almost painful as he continues to fuck you. âFucking tight around me.âÂ
âPlease, please, Simon!â You whine, the only two words you can pull from your brain, and even they begin to mesh together into mindless babble as you grip his sheets, nearly pulling them off the edges of the mattress.Â
Tears leak from your eyes as he fucks into you so hard the frame shakes, knocking into the wall. He leans his head down, his teeth sinking into the skin over your collarbone until you bleed. Droplets of blood mix with the sweat dripping down your chest, Simonâs eyes following them as they disappear between your breasts.Â
âGonna cum for me again?â He growls, blood staining his lips red. He looks like a ghoul, wild eyed and bloody mouthed, feasting on your flesh. An incubus sucking the life out of you as he brings you endless pleasure.Â
âSimon!â You squeal, eyes squeezing closed as youâre thrown into another orgasm, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you clench around him, almost as if your body is trying to suck his cock in deeper.Â
He continues to fuck you, every curse word known to man spilling from his lips as you tighten around him, dragging his own orgasm from him. He slams his hips into yours, letting out a feral growl as he spills into you. Warmth fills your belly as he spurts his hot cum into you, filling you up. Your legs are shaking where theyâre tossed over his shoulders, clenching around his neck. His skin is flushed red from the bottom of his mask to the collar of his shirt.Â
You canât move as you lay there, shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. You want to take a break, tap out, ask for five minutes and a glass of water, but from the look in Simonâs eyes you know itâs not over yet. Thereâs no taking a break, not that heâs gotten a taste of your pussy.Â
He releases your legs, letting them drop off the side of the bed. He pulls away long enough to flip you over, bending you over the side of the bed. You whine as he presses his cock back into you, ignoring the squeeze of your sensitive walls as he splits you open around him again. He bends over you, pressing his chest to your back as his hips press flush to your ass.Â
âSimon.â You whine, your hands gripping the sheets as his hand snakes around you, wrapping around your throat.
He growls low and dangerous, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. You squeeze around him, a chill running through you, your instincts telling you to run or roll over in submission to him. Your omega claws at your mind, desperate to meet him toe to toe, one for one. You begin to push your hips back into him, fucking yourself on his cock as his teeth sink into the skin on the back of your shoulder. The tables have turned, the control has shifted.Â
Heâs not Simon anymore.Â
Your lips part in a gasp as he thrusts into you, meeting your own movements on his cock, reminding you whoâs in charge, who holds the reigns in this position. The word comes tumbling from your lips, brainlessly and unconsciously, no thoughts there to stop it, your hands too busy clinging to the sheets for dear life to even prevent it from slipping out.Â
âAlpha!âÂ
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charles leclerc answers the internetâs most searched questions
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"Hi I'm Charles Leclerc and today I'm going to be answering the web's most searched questions about me."
Charles said to the camera, he was wearing his typical media day outfit, a Ferrari half zip up jacket and his baggy jeans, ones that no matter how hard his girlfriend tried to get rid off it was just impossible because he liked them too much.
"First question, what is Charles Leclerc's number?" he read on the iPad the Sky Sports team had given him to read the question, "I hope we are speaking about the driver number, because my girlfriend won't like that people are searching for my phone number on the internet and I'll be very worried if you can find it," the crew laughed at his comment, "But it's number 16."
"What is Charles Leclerc's favorite song?" he read the next question, "I think overall, it's Where is the Love by the Black Eyed Peas, but recently I've been loving Sabrina Carpenter's songs, and that's thanks to my girlfriend."
"Did Charles Leclerc retire?" he couldn't help but let out a laugh at the question, "Are people really asking this question? The answer is no, I'm not that old and I hope I don't look that old. I've still got many years in me I hope."
"Did Charles Leclerc win in Monaco?" a small smile played on his face, "The answer changed just a few weeks ago but yes I did. It was a really special moment, my mum cried, my brothers cried, my girlfriend cried. It was beautiful."
"Did Charles Leclerc adopt Oscar Piastri?," he couldn't help but laugh again, "That answer also changed a few weeks ago and yes I did. He's one of my sons now."
"Does Charles Leclerc speak Italian? Yes I do."
"Does Charles Leclerc have a sister? No I don't."
"Does Charles Leclerc have a girlfriend?" he could feel his cheeks blushing as he read, "Yes I do. And as you can tell, I talk a lot about her, so much that there are compilation videos of me just talking about her, I've seen them."
"Will Charles Leclerc win a championship?" he made a thinking face, "I'm curious to know what Google says about that one, but I'll say yes. At least if I work day and night for that, so I hope it will happen one day."
"Is Charles Leclerc good at cooking?" Charles chuckled. "Well, I like to think I'm decent. I can make a mean pasta and I really enjoy it, but my girlfriend is the real chef in our relationship. She loves baking, and her cookies are the best."
"Can Charles Leclerc play the piano? Well I'm not a pianist but I have enough skill to really enjoy it. So yeah, I can play the piano.
"Does Charles Leclerc have any pets?" he smiled warmly, "Yes, my girlfriend and I have a dog named Leo. He's a an absolute sweetheart. He even comes to some of the race weekends with us."
"What is Charles Leclerc's favorite date night activity?" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow, "Did my girlfriend search that?" the crew laughed, and Charles continued, "If she did, she knows I love our cozy movie nights at home, eating whatever we want and just chilling on the couch."
"Alright, last one," he said, looking back at the iPad, "What does Charles Leclerc do in his free time?" he read, "When I'm not racing or training, I enjoy spending time with my family, friends and my girlfriend of course. I love going to the beach, traveling or just relaxing at home."
He set the iPad down and looked directly into the camera. "Thank you for all the questions! I hope you learned something new about me. Until next time, ciao!"
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