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Introducing fashion icon and expert historian Philip Lester
#this outfit absolutely slaps ngl#gonna need some time to get over how good he looks holy heck#phan#dan and phil#amazingphil#am trying my hand at making gifs!#these look pretty nice I think?
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eretlout arm wrestle for your dash
a great winning tactic tbh đ€·ââïž
#eretlout#I am a man of my word#i just adore them#snotlout#eret x snotlout#eret son of eret#httyd2#just guys bein dudes#just two guys#they might kiss#idk#they are so stupid#heâs taller when theyâre sitting down okkkkk#httyd ship art#eretlout kiss#httyd#httyd fanart#httyd comic#digitalart#fanart#rtte#Iâm trying to learn how to draw snotlout so pls forgive me for any mistakes#apologies for the gif quality idk how to make gifs#snoteret#omg theyâre holding hands#julesdraws#snotret#sneret
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Cobra Kai Season 6 Date Announcement
#cobra kai#ckedit#johnny lawrence#daniel larusso#miguel diaz#eli hawk moskowitz#tory nichols#sam larusso#decided to try my hand at gif making this fine may morning#it is a cobra kai day! I am also doing my final pass over the last chapter of my ck longfic
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JASMINE PAOLINI [ITA] d. SORANA CĂRSTEA [ROU] || DUBAI TENNIS CHAMPIONSHIPS SEMIFINAL || 02 23 2024
#my girl!!#<3#jasmine paolini#wta tennis#pls don't let this flop#once again i am trying my hand at giffing#getting mildly more efficient#the gifs are still. eh.#but at least now i know how to make them without taking three hours lmfao#still wish i could figure out how to get crisper videos bc that's i think the biggest limiting factor#the dimensions of the gifs themselves are so small but that's not actually decreasing the quality that much#it's the footage itself that i'm taking that isn't super great#but it's ok#we move
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God of War Ragnarök â Kratos
#god of war#god of war ragnarok#gow ragnarok#god of war spoilers#gowedit#godofwaredit#gamingdaily#gamingedit#kratos#mygifs#HEY GUESS WHO LEARNED HOW TO MAKE GIFS#THEYRE NOT PERFECT AND I HAVE A LOT TO LEARN BUT IT WAS FUN TO TRY SOMETHING NEW#IM JUST. OBSESSED WITH HIS BODY IN THIS GAME#I WAS SOBBING DURING THIS SCENE AND THEN WENT âWHY ARE YOU BUILT THIS WAYYYYYYâ MID-SOB AND MY FRIENDS LAUGHED AT ME#GOD THEY REALLY DID MAKE HIM BIGGER AND I AM SO GRATEFUL :PRAYING HANDS:
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-- Whatâs wrong with you? I made an effort to teach you, but you wouldnât learn anything. You dumb!
Winâs hugging rugby lesson by Sound. [daytime version / nighttime version]
#our skyy 2#my school president#our skyy 2 x my school president#soundwin#winsound#satang kittiphop#winny thanawin#*gifs#why am i making this again#*head in hands*#but also#my giffing journal#: trying a different sharpening style. still can't decide which one i like better to before.#*the last gif just needs to be included.
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This scene does things to me. Source: @miguelo-hara
#the only man I still have the hots for in this world even though I am very gay#the last of us#joel miller#tlou#tlou joel#joel tlou#joel the last of us#pedro pascal#I wanna start posting content from the show too#I'm gonna try my hand at making gifs#tlou hbo#abby's thighs
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"Captured by the hymn, Jillian Salvius felt her phantoms deflate, the violence in her veins suddenly run slow. Her sore, tired shoulders were strangely covered by a soothing cape of song and she could not help but wonder whether her heart, so pacified, could not remain blissfully suspended as this after the music ended. For now, however, even the interrogations so natural to her scientific predisposition were silenced by the voices of women ringing together. They all coalesced into that single psalm. Jillian allowed herself to close her eyes and join them in her own way, letting them fill her as they filled the space around them. Danger disintegrated, her wraiths chased away by prayer, song, beauty, if only for those precious seconds of unspeakable communion." (Gnosis, on AO3)
#doctor superion#warrior nun#moodboard#gifs and other visuals#also going to use my writing tag since this links directly to the fic#narratives and similar#alright so the story behind this is that i had never made moodboards before#and since i finished the second draft for debris after 6 days on the 7th day She rested -- She being me and rest being fucking around#and i ended up making one for debris... which i'll post when debris gets posted#but the experience was so fun that i decided to try my hand at gnosis which has been out for a few months and voilĂ #i do not know what i am doing#and i am now going to go back to either fucking around or rereading debris for yet another round of revision before i start typing#(also before you ask why giotto well why not. have you seen giotto. you should.)
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Theme needs to be changed again me thinks
#mona's sessions#yes i am in the middle of writing exams#AND SO WHAT#idc yall because i need to do an anime theme or something#and i have just the right pictures#should i try my hand at making gifs?
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I love your tags on my GIF sets... always SO damn on point. đđ
thank you đ„čđ„° and now iâm playing the uno reverse card to say thank YOU for making such wonderful gifs for me to obsess over and spiral about!!! they are always so gorgeous and i appreciate the work that you do đđ
#my immediate response to seeing something happen in a game: running to tumblr to see the gifs so i can put it forever on my blog đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°#gifmakers (& all artists really) are truly the primary producers of the tumblr ecosystem yâall are how we stay FED#the backbone of society fr fr. kissing every single creator on this webbed site (with consent) on the mouth#liv in the replies#gordiemeow#also may i say that the drw hivemind is like no other i love yâall sm đ wingies my beloveds#and then not EVEN. i have butterfly heart hands. like i know itâs silly but i also experience so much joy every single time#somebody tells me they read my tags let alone that they like them it made!!! my entire day!!! đđ„čđđ„°đ„ș#am i aware they are the cause of probably at least one person blocking me yes lol (found that out trying to reblog a dewey^2 fancam) yeah#but also. iâm being lovingly so Enabled &also EYE like to read the novels people write in the tags so itâs a win-win. mutualism (literally)#đđ„°đ„čđâŒïžđŁïžâŒïžđ„čđ <- live reaction to me seeing this. iâm having a very âcanât tell if my words are conveying enough joyâ day so iâm making sure
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the brainrot is brainrotting !!!!!!!! đ„đ„Žđ€§
#leg.txt#*personal#in the mean time i will make the moodboards and edits and things for cy and the w*itcher fic clowns bc the brainrot is SOO rn kxjxhxh đ„đ„Ž#i need to have something made for cythia i need to so darn tootin bad !!!!!!!#i have to be âš responsible âš with my funds atm sisjzh but i am SOO excited đ„đ#this verse is very very much must be made into a fic or SOMETHING i am far too invested to NOT be yk??#i found a bunch of gif making resources tutorial thingys it would be fun i think to make FINALLY try my hand at a n*etflix edit đ„đ„Žđ#and other thingys as well gifwise i have thoughts!!!!! ideas!! things!!!!!! yay !!#i have one more fc to find and then i can debut the fic board i am SOO EXCITED AT LAST I CAN YELL MORE ABOUT IT IM SO CLOSE I CAN TASTEE IT#i still need to think of a name for it and the plot lines ill have but itâll for sure be have a number of parts and things :)#i did not have me writing a possible long fic on my bingo card for this decade or year but!!!!!!#i mean thereâs more things i am planned for developing lhysas verse in this as well but ONE AT A TIME LEGGY !!!!!! đ#(and nyctemine as well i have missed her and this verse so much i am SOO happy the brainworms came back đ„đ„č)#itâs my comfort verse and comfort clowns yk?? <3#anyway that is my update from my hideyhole akzjshhs i hope yâall are well!!!!! <3
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Hold up.
Is that reaching back some shit you actually like, do....
#cociane is a hell of a drug#like actual Arthur#I did put the grand mason puzzle solution on there for him#looking at it#it hust came out#I don't even know how ling I have been sitting in that#but really who else would I give enough of a fuck about to give it to like that#I am pretty sure he knows I know he knows I know#wave#head nod#sometimes I try to toss back a hand....#also somewhere my son is like side kicking out of the green#yes he does look rather diesel youre right#so cruel to make me reduce quality to gif it like ok#I could just scrrenshot every frame#look I am in with the in crowd and I can say only one person has a clue what the fuck an nft is(Tom Landry ing)#fuck you Alejandro#Cannon grooving to Poker Face btw#tey to talk to me about learning rhythm....smh#you got it or you don't#3 tone me nice#53 tone: alright grooving kinda your own beat but alright#553 tone: White Wizard what have I done(kinda on point with auntie with a spirit that would just....kick down a house)#grimes....forget hole in the bucket there is a hole in the side of your mother fucking house#đ: wait for it fat boy is about to go for a ride on the Honda#me: *rolls eyes*#fycking hillbilly jim obviously#and when the words seem to want to shout alejandro ice tea really super hi yum#and I know it is based but that's all I need#if you eant to go to various places and do that that's also fine
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move over | m. sturniolo
okAY here we go this is my first sturniolo fic please be nice to me i am afraid
ps if youâd like to be tagged in any (possible) future fics comment đ
summary: matt needs a bigger bed
wc: 1k
warnings: matt x fem!reader, cursing, nightmares? no description really, just funny and fluffy đ«Ą all the triplets are in it but reader is dating matt!
..does anyone remember that one video where matt said chris never sleeps in his own bed? wellâŠ
gif by @mattsturnioloarchive !
you feel yourself slipping back into consciousness, and you can tell from the soft, pale blue light of mattâs bedroom that itâs morning. mattâs fast asleep behind you, resting on his stomach with you tucked up into his side, his right arm slung over your waist. youâre already upset that you have to pee, the idea of crawling out of the sleep-warm bed and leaving your boyfriendâs cozy embrace is not an appealing one, but the nagging in your bladder wonât go away.
with a sleepy sigh you stretch your arm out just enough to the tap the screen of your phone, the numbers 8:23 glaring back you. you still donât have to be up for another hour and a half, which you think is an acceptable amount of time left to lay in mattâs arms and snooze a bit more, even if you donât really need anymore sleep.
itâs a bit tricky to clamber out of bed without waking the sleeping boy next to you. trying to keep from dragging the duvet with you when you slide out. you tuck matt back in properly before you wander off to his bathroom. softly, you click the door shut, and it, along with your sleep-hazy mind, muffles any sounds coming from outside the bathroom.
for once, chris slept in his own bed, knowing youâd be sleeping over and nick was editing the video meant to go up later this afternoon early into the morning. itâs too early for him to be waking up on his own but something stirs him into wakefulness, his heart beating a little faster than it should be.
matt had woken up for a mere second when you slipped out of bed and hasnât fallen back into the depth of his sleep, waiting for you to come back. heâs just barley alert enough to hear shuffling from down the hall, getting louder until the person responsible is standing at the crack in the door.
âmatt?â chris whispers, peeking into the bedroom.
matt groans and rolls over just until he can see his brother over his shoulder, âwhat, chris?â
âi had a fucked up dream, dude,â chris says, padding further into the room, âwhereâs y/n?â
matt turns a little closer to his brother, facing him now, âbathroom,â he mumbles, âwhat was it about?â
chris is still standing in the middle of the room, phone held loosely in his hand, âyou got into a fuckinâ car accident, a really bad oneâ he admits, feeling a bit foolish and juvenile for running to his brother after a bad dream, âcan i sleep in here?â
mattâs face softens and he rubs his eye, âyeah, âcourse.â he says, watching chris slowly walk towards the bed, âthatâs her side,â he says though when chris tries to lay where you had been.
chris fakes a scowl and matt makes a face back, sleep still tugging at his mind. the two of them lay back down, back to back, tugging the covers over their shoulders.
you finish washing your hands and shut off the bathroom light. rubbing at your eyes, you make your way back to mattâs room, looking forward to sleeping a bit longer. upon wandering in youâre met with more than one body under the blankets, making you stop in your tracks.
âchris?â you wonder outloud, stopped in the door way.
matt answers before his brother can, âhe had a bad dream,â he explains to you, face smushed into the pillow, leaving the words all muffled and extra groggy.
âsure,â you say, as if chris sleeping in mattâs bed doesnât surprise you (it doesnât). dragging your feet over to your side of the bed to matt, where heâs taking up a bit too much room. âmove over,â you tell him when he peels the blankets back for you. he shuffles back with a little too much effort and you climb back into bed.
once youâre settled matt scoots a little bit closer to you to make more room for the three people now in his queen sized bed, but also because he never passes up an excuse to hold you a little tighter.
you doze in and out, mattâs soft breath against your neck keeping you a little bit dazed but not quite enough to lull you back to sleep fully. it must be nearing 10 am now, more bright sun spilling in from the cracks in the curtains above the bed. you think chris is awake too, hearing breathy little chuckles every now and then. you reach for your phone, deciding on a mindless scroll through instagram.
after a few minutes it sounds like nick has also woken up, his footsteps audible in the bedroom above. you hear him coming down the stairs, and you think he stops in the kitchen until his voice fills the quiet halls.
âchris?â he asks, standing in his brotherâs empty bedroom, confused as to why heâs not in bed.
âin here,â chris speaks up, waiting for nick to press the door open.
he does, standing at arms length with a skeptical look on his face, almost afraid of what he might find. âumâŠhello, what are you doing in here?â nick asks, finally crossing the threshold.
âhe had a bad dream,â matt says into your shoulder, startling you. you didnât know he was awake.
âi had a bad dwream,â chris says in that stupid pouty voice that drives all of you insane, no doubt looking at nick with puppy dog eyes.
âohâŠkay,â nick says and you laugh at the suspicion still evident in his tone.
âdid you see the tik tok i sent you?â chris is laughing but stops abruptly when matt kicks him in the calf, which makes you giggle into your boyfriendâs arm.
âyeah, but iâm a bit more preoccupied with the absurdity of the three of you in mattâs bed right now,â nick says in his distinct deadpan drawl, which only makes you smile more.
âcâmon nick you might as well join us,â you say, earning a loud, over exaggerated groan from matt, his arms tightening around your waist.
you think nick must oblige because he doesnât say anything for a second, coming closer to the bed.
âmove over, dummy fuck,â he says to chris, who laughs out loud and scoots closer to matt.
âi hate them,â matt whispers in your ear.
tags! @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears
#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo blurb#matt sturniolo imagine#matt sturniolo drabble#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo x you
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A King in the North.
Cregan Stark x wife!reader
Summary: A misunderstanding occurs between the two, resulting in Cregan doubting his ability to keep his wife happy.
Warnings: LIGHT SMUT. Fingering, anger, yelling, talks of sex, talks of cheating, making out, talks of cockwarming, ya know- the works.
A/n: this gif is so beautiful holy shit. Also- based on an ask!!
Part 2
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"No, but in another life, I mean," She explains as she nuzzles further into his chest.Â
The two sat in the Godswood and rested against the heavy bark of a tree. Cregan's cloak was wrapped around her as he tried to ignore the light scratching of the wood on his back.Â
"Another life? There's no point in dreaming of one, is there? I have this life, and I am eternally grateful for it," He quietly quips, as if not to disturb the nature around them. "I'm grateful for you. I don't wish for any other life than this."
She shifts in his hold to look up at him. "But that would be spoiling the fun. I know you love me and I know you love your life. But imagine that you lived a different one- what name would you want?"
Cregan gives her a look before sighing and giving in to her whims. He drew her to him as he stared up at the sky through the canopy of branches and the occasional leaves that still remained. "I'm not sure."
"Cregan-"
"-I'm considering your question. Just let me think."
It wasn't a rude scold, more of a soft chide, an assurance that he was going through with the question. She could hear the sound of him rubbing a hand over the scruff on his face.Â
"I used to be angry at my father for not naming me after his father."
It was a whispered declaration. Knowing Cregan as she did, odds are, no one else knew that about him. He never willingly threw out personal information like this, especially about his father who had died too early and left Cregan with a hole in his heart and all of the North to lead.
She reached up to lightly brush at his cheek. "Remind me his name."
Cregan hummed. "My grandfather? Benjen."
She admired Cregan from her place against his chest.Â
And Cregan knew that well. He could tell from his peripheral vision that she was doing so, but he made no motion to acknowledge it. He only stared ahead at the trees and dead grass that spanned as far as the tree line would let him.
But the feeling of her light breaths against his jaw and her fingers across his cheek were almost too much to ignore.Â
They had been married for a few moons now, and in that time, they had indulged themselves in the other quite well and quite often, but he still found that he could never have enough of her.Â
So he dared to meet her eye.
She had a look in her eyes that he couldn't quite place. A kind that was not lustful per se, but still made his cheeks a bright red every time he saw it.Â
Admiration, maybe?
Her fingers still danced across his cheek as her eyes slowly took in his face, starting with eyes and wandering down, taking extra time at his lips. "I would consider you more of a Torrhen," she admittedly so softly, he barely registered it.
A breath escaped him and his a small spark lit in his eyes. "Torrhen, you say?"
She nods, her eyes now shamelessly admiring his lips. "Yes. You could be a king, couldn't you?"
"FuâŠ" he trails off in a breath. His large hand grabs hers, pulling her hand down to his lips. He kisses her palm, trying not to get too caught up in the sight of her watching him do so.Â
He then pulls her hand down to his chest as a way to ground the two. "Careful, sweet girl. You speak of treason so openly."
She doesn't let this go. "Few know the implications of calling you such a name."
He considers her words. "I suppose. But still." He tilts her head up to look at him. "No more talks of rulers besides our Queen. Understand me?"
"You know I only jest."
"I do. But I'd hate for such words to get to someone without understanding of your wit."
"Of course. I understand." She pushed herself up, brushing her lips against his. "Torrhen Stark."
He let out a low groan, trying to control the way his body reacted to her words. He couldn't help leaning in just enough to try to connect their lips.
She got up quickly, managing to get out of his arms due to his guard being down.
He reached out to try to grab her at the last second, but she was too quick. "Little minx."
She grinned widely, pulling the cloak around herself. "I'll see you at Winterfell."
He told himself he just didn't wish to scold her, but in all honesty, he adored the nickname. It stirred something in him.
âŠ
A few weeks had passed since then, and winter was approaching closer by the day.
That meant Cregan had less and less time with his wife.Â
It had began to wear on the poor man, the stress getting the best of him. Dark circles were always under his eyes during this time of year.Â
The time away from Cregan had hurt her as well, but it showed in different ways.Â
The time spent together every night was now spent apart.
He spent every night stuck at a desk with various letters and scribes around him as he began to prepare for his trek to the Wall.
She spent every night in a very different manner.
âŠ
"My lord," A hushed voice came through the door. "My lord!"
He would usually send away whoever it was, but he hesitated this time. "Enter."
The door opened and his wife's handmaiden walked in. His full attention moved to her as he stood. She would only be here if it was something involving his wife.Â
"I⊠Forgive me, my lord. I've not entered on hopeful circumstance."
His blood ran cold. "What do you mean?"
"It's⊠a personal matter of my lady. She has no knowledge of my being here."
Cregan's weight shifted from foot to foot. "Speak."
"It's the fourth night now. I thought of it as nothing at first, but the fourth night now means I owe it to you to tell you."
He was growing frustrated. "Speak," he growled.
"I believe she is bringing another man into her bed, my lord."
Cregan said nothing. He was frozen, as if the northern air had finally gotten to the burly man. "W⊠What?"
The handmaiden had never heard the Warden of the North sound unsure of himself. It made her feel guilty for having to be the one to tell him.
"How do you know?" His broken voice asked.Â
"I've heard⊠noises from the chambers. If it is true, my lord, the man would have to come from the balcony, for when I am not present, a guard is at least there at the door. And I've spoken to him. He says he'd never let a soul by without telling you."
He wrung his hands nervously, a trait that was foreign to him. "Leave me with my thoughts."
She lowered her head. "I am truly sorry, my lord."
"If it happens again, you are ordered to tell me."
"Of course. G'night, Lord Stark."
The door shut and Cregan slumped in his chair, an exhaustion overtaking him like never before.Â
âŠ
A few more hours passed before he couldn't find himself able to focus on the papers anymore.Â
He dropped his quill down with a huff and abandoned the table completely, moving to his shared chambers.Â
His hand paused on the handle of the door as he felt the pitiful look from the guard.Â
He didn't want pity.Â
Cregan Stark fucking hated pity.Â
He threw the door open, partly hoping to see the man who was killing him from the inside out, but he was met with his side of the bed empty and a slumbering wife on her own.Â
He stepped to her side of the bed, running a hand over her hair, jealous of the warmth that radiated off of her in waves.Â
He shook his head and dressed for the night, fighting with himself whether to hold her closer or keep her further away.
âŠ
The next morning, she woke up to a loud noise, prompting her to sit up in alarm.Â
"Cregan?"
The man mentioned looked up from his work. "Hmm?"
"What are you doing?"
Thick boards were now being nailed into the walls of the balcony doorway, the sun barely visible through the ones already done.Â
He shrugged. "Fixing something." He looked between the boards and her eyes, trying to catch something. A slip of any kind. "Is this a bother to you?"
"Well, only to my sleep." She wanted to complain and ask him to do it later in the day, but he valued what time he did have to be in the room, and she'd never ask him to change it.Â
"Oh, I imagine it will be," he muttered softly and began to loudly pound another nail in.
She didn't care enough to question more of his antics, getting up and throwing a decent enough cloak over herself and leaving the room to start her day.Â
Cregan's eyes followed her, and a guilt only then began to gnaw at him.Â
She gave him no reaction. Nothing. She had nothing to hide, it would seem. Still, he wouldn't take the chance.Â
He wouldn't let another man come in and do the one thing meant for him. Just his.Â
Wardens for the North will come and go, but no one would touch her if he had any say.
Insecurity was something the Stark had never encountered before, and it terrified him.
But before he could dwell on it for too long, he forced another nail into the board.
âŠ
Because of his earlier shenanigan, Cregan had neglected the work he needed to truly be doing, making his night even longer than it already was.
Every second filled him with more and more dread as he waited to see if her handmaiden would appear.Â
And surely enough, she did.
"My lo-"
The words couldn't be uttered, the door not fully opened before Cregan threw his chalice against the wall and stormed passed the spooked woman.Â
He'd kill the very man who dared to look at his wife.Â
He'd kill whoever let him pass.Â
He tried not to think of how angry, above all else, he was at her.Â
Because that anger was only sadness, almost to the point of tears when he considered it.Â
What had he done wrong? He knew his time with her was not much during the winter, but resorting to finding pleasure from another man entirely? It made him sick.Â
He didn't realize how fast he was walking until he stood outside of the chamber doors.Â
The guard looked at him with a grimace. It was clear that this time, Cregan was coming in at just the right time.Â
He'd have to apologize to her guard for having to listen to that for so long.Â
"Ah-" then a long, breathy groan sounded from beyond the door. "Oh, g- oh, Tor-"
He threw the door open, not caring for the thud or the way he worried it may come of the old hinges.Â
But he freezes up as soon as he sees what laid inside of the room.Â
His pretty little wife laid across the furs of their bed in one of Cregan's tunics, the fabric puddling around her due to its size. But that's not the part that caught his attention.Â
It was her middle and ring fingers that she had pushed deep inside of her, her hand covered in her juices.Â
Seems she had froze as well, for her hand was completely still and her eyes were now on his in a horrified expression.
His breath caught in his throat. "W-Wife?" He asked hesitantly.
She slowly pulled her fingers out of her, and Cregan felt his pants tighten. She then sat up. The tunic covered more of her than he wanted, and what wasn't, she covered by pulling her legs up. She took in a sharp breath, "Forgive me."
She was beginning to cry.Â
But Cregan was still frozen. His mind was struggling to comprehend it all.
"I-" she sniffled. "I was getting so lost without your touch. I⊠I should have waited. A good wife would wait. Not do it all herself. That would be selfish," she looked up at him. "Wouldn't it?"
The sight of her frightened confession and shaking body snapped him back to. He pushed himself toward the foot of the bed. "I⊠I don't think it is," he whispered.Â
He tried to ignore her fingers as they fiddled with the strings at the top of the tunic.Â
"You looked so angry."
He gritted his teeth and looked back at the door, as if he could see the event that happened only moments before. "I was."
"At me," she clarified.
"No," he chastised. But this didn't clear everything up. He forced himself to not get lost in her pitiful eyes. "Whose name was that on your lips?"
"Hmm?" She seemed lost, as if he had asked a stupid question.Â
His head ticked to the side. "Don't do that. Whose name was that?"
"Yours," she said as if it was obvious.Â
"Don't lie," he growled. He couldn't help it as much as he tried. His heavy steps moved him to around the bed to her side now. "Look at me."
She forced her head up, tears now streaming down her face.Â
"Whose. Name. Do you moan. When I'm away?"
"Yours," she began to sob. "I only think of you!"
His anger only grew. He grabbed her jaw and leaned over her. It was an impending sight to see such a large man tower over a smaller woman in her bed. "I'll give you one more chance before I give up entirely. I'll not have a marriage built of lies."
"Cre-" she hiccuped. "Cregan, you're frightening me."
"I know, but I need the truth."
She now understood the fear in the eyes of his enemies when Cregan entered a room.Â
He was a frightening sight when he wished to be.
"If you didn't like the name, you should have said so," she whispered.
It clicked in his mind.Â
Fuck.Â
He pulled away as if burned, and stalked to the doorway, poking his head out to the guard. "Tell me the name you've heard these last nights."
"I-I believe it was Torrhen, my lord."
"Fuck!" Cregan yelled out to no one in particular.Â
He brought his head into his hands, making himself take deep breaths.Â
"You're dismissed for the night."
"My lo-"
"Get. Out."
Cregan shut the door, softly the time.Â
He turned to see the woman bawling on the furs of their shared bed. "I owe you more apologies than my words can describe."
She shook her head, her clean hand wiping back and forth, trying to keep the tears at bay. "Don't. I was selfish. I'm a horrid wife to you."
"I'm not angry at you," he persisted.Â
She paused and looked up at him. "What then?"
"They told me you were unfaithful to me, and I panicked. And all this time you've-" He sighed. "You've only been busy with yourself."
When she said nothing, he continued. "Moaning the name of another man?" He chuckled lightly, "Another man, my arse." He looked down at her, seeing that the tears were beginning to stop. He grabbed her other hand, only still barely wet with her moisture, and he cursed at the sweet thought of what he had truly walked in on. "Do these pleasure you as well as I can?"
She shook her head.Â
He nodded. "I can imagine. You should have only asked, my love."
"You're busy-"
"And you can keep me company," he teased as he sat down next to her. He nipped at her ear, "You can always rest on my cock while I work."
She let out a gasp at that, her hiccups now moving into small laughs.
"Would you do that?" He tried again. "Would you warm my cock while your king works?"
His words were beginning to have an effect on her.Â
"Hmm?" He asked, trying for an answer. "Would that keep such an eager woman at bay? I need an answer from you, sweet girl."
Her mouth opened a few times, only to close again. Finally, she only nodded.
"Good. Now, if you decide to forgive me- Make yourself decent and join me, hmm? You'll find that your king may request your presence if you take too long."
He could see the light come back to her eyes.Â
"I'll be waiting," he said as he kissed her temple and moved out of the room.Â
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A/n: a part 2 is in order đ
Edit: Here's part 2!!!
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SENTATE - 17 Year Anniversary Gift
Hello my angels! On Wednesday the 4th of September 2007 I released my first ever upload... and today I present to you an opulent set of high jewellery to mark 17 years of Sentate! And also to pay homage to the creator who first inspired me to start creating, a creator called Salvatore, by re-imagining one of their iconic 2005 necklaces!
This set includes both an opulent Diamond Necklace and matching Earrings, with both pearl and gemstone versions in a 15 swatch palette. I'm not the best at jewellery by any means, but I hand placed each stone and pearl to try and replicate the original as best as I could. It's been on my to do list for years!
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Can you believe I've been making cc for 17 years? It kind of took me by suprise to see the number creep up so high, so I decided it was finally time to recreate the Iconic Salvatore Necklace mesh I've had in my folder for years. Sadly the content they made wasn't really shared publicly and their old fash sites only work with with an emulator but I made some gifs to give you all an insight on the absolute vibes they had back in 2005!
My whole fashion journey started out with Salvatore. Finding their Haute Couture collections and whole virtual designer processed introduced a whole new way of playing The Sims to me and I never looked back! It would honestly take me a whole essay to explain how finding their little flash site with auto-playing music influenced the course of my life not only in the world of Sims but also real life. I am eternally grateful for inspiration it gave little bebé me all those years ago.
You can actually see the necklace I recreated in the gif above! So funny how much discovering this one creator has informed my style choices and interests over the years, I forgot how much of an inspiration they were until I rediscovered their site on the wayback machine! Special thanks to DarkestDawn for sending me the necklace mesh back in 2020! Here's to 17 years of making cc and maybe 17 more who knows?!
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 5: What I Want
Summary: You begin your training with Ghost, but not everything goes as smoothly as you'd hoped. At least you're learning how to want things, and that it won't kill you if you ask for them.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader, some Ghost x Soap
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, oral sex, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, suggestive content, language, brief violence, reader has a breakdown
A/N: I know I was supposed to rest, but I couldn't help myself. I just had to get this one done. I was feeling it. We're finally getting into the good stuff here. Things will kind of pick up after this part, so I'm really looking forward for that.
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You tug nervously at your sleeve, feeling exactly as you did when you had to sit in the directorâs office at The Institute. Only, you never got in trouble there. You had never been summoned because you misbehaved. You made it a point not to get into trouble, avoiding it at all costs.Â
Youâve been here just over a week and youâve already messed up.Â
Price is staring at you across his desk, leaning on his elbows as his blue eyes bore into you. Youâre not staring at Price, you think. No, youâve come face to face with The Captain. Heâs angry, though you canât be entirely sure. Youâve never seen him truly angry. Youâre waiting on the reprimanding, the punishment, for him to tell you theyâre sending you back because youâre too much trouble.Â
âI want you to tell me exactly what happened.â
You flinch at his voice, half expecting him to start shouting but he sounds almost calm. Thereâs a strain to his voice, like heâs restraining himself. Heâs doing it for your sake, you think.Â
âGhost and I were walking back from the mess when one of the alphas called out to me. He...he asked if I was going to go spread my legs for âthat freakâ and he said he could offer me a better time.â You swallow thickly, Priceâs shoulders tensing just slightly. âI donât know what happened...I just suddenly felt so angry and itâs like I lost control of myself and I went up to him and he asked if I was gonna take him up on his offer and that heâd like to bend me over and stare at my sweet ass all night...and then I hit him, sir.âÂ
âGood.âÂ
You look up at Price in surprise at his answer, your eyes widening a bit. âS-sorry, sir?âÂ
âI have little tolerance for alphas that think itâs alright to speak crudely to omegas, especially those they were explicitly told to let be. You saved me a lot of paperwork today. Simon would have done a lot worse had you not gotten to him first.â He moves the papers on his desk aside, holding out his hand. âLet me see.âÂ
You stare at his hand for a moment before you realize heâs talking about your hand. You push your sleeve up, putting your hand in his. Your knuckles have swollen a bit and bruised, tender to the touch as he runs his thumb over them.Â
âSimon told me you asked him to teach you to fight.â He says, closing his fingers around your hand.Â
âWell, not so much fight, sir.â You say, staring at your hands. âMaybe just how to throw a decent punch.âÂ
âIâd say the one you threw today was at least half-decent. Corporal Allen is sporting quite the bruise on his face.â The corner of his lips lift in a smile. âYou wonât have to worry about him anymore. Heâll be properly dealt with and theyâll all be receiving a lecture on proper base etiquette.âÂ
âSo...am I in trouble, sir?â You ask, pulling your hand back slowly as he releases it.Â
âNo, you were simply defending yourself after Corporal Allen made a pass at you. Just donât make it a habit of going around punching alphas.â He smiles.Â
âIâll try not to, sir.â You say, relieved that you werenât about to get punished for your mistake.Â
âGo on.â He nods towards the door. âIâm sure the boys are waiting for you.âÂ
âThank you, sir.â You say, standing up from your chair, heading towards the door.Â
Price leans back in his chair as the door closes, the sweet scent of caramel and strawberries still permeating his office. He breathes it in for a moment before pulling out his phone, scrolling through the contacts.Â
âYouâll be delighted to hear our girl punched an alpha in the face today.â He says once the other line picks up.Â
âShe did what?â Laswell asks, genuine surprise in her tone.Â
âOne of the Corporals made a pass at her, and she left quite the bruise on his cheek. Sheâs turning into quite the spitfire.âÂ
âI told you she would fit right in. Underneath all that institute-taught BS thereâs quite the personality. How is she settling in?âÂ
âSheâs softening up to the betas already. Still a bit fidgety, but sheâs found a way to get Simon to warm up to her.âÂ
âOh? How so?âÂ
âShe asked him to teach her to fight.â Price grins.Â
Laswell chuckles. âI told you sheâs smart. Just make sure heâs gentle with her.âÂ
âDon't worry, I reminded him to go easy on her. I think it will be good for both of them. Some forced proximity will be good for Simon and sheâll get to learn a few things that could be helpful.âÂ
âSo long as she doesnât go around trying to fight more alphas.âÂ
âSheâs already promised not to. The Corporal got off easy. I can only imagine what Simon might have done to him.âÂ
âIâm glad to hear things are going well, John. I worry about her sometimes, but I know you boys will take good care of her.âÂ
âWeâre doing our best.âÂ
âIf you ever need anything, you know you can call.âÂ
âI know. Iâll keep you updated as her heat gets closer.âÂ
âGood. Iâd hate to have to file that paperwork.âÂ
Price grimaces. âI know. I hope you donât have to.âÂ
Youâre tying your shoes as the knock sounds on the door. Youâre not sure how they manage to do it, always seeming to catch you at the perfect moment. Youâre glad Kate thought to get you some more active-wear type clothing, though perhaps she expected youâd be getting involved in their training or at least start a bit of your own once you arrived, just as she had thought to get you outdoorsy clothes too.Â
You open the door, staring up at the hulking form of Ghost.Â
âCome on.â He grunts, turning on his heel to walk down the hallway.Â
You quickly close your door, hurrying after him. Not much has changed since your request for him to train you, though you didnât really expect it to. Not at first, at least. You still have to prove yourself to him. Simply existing and getting involved in their lives would not be enough.Â
He escorts you to the gym, a building you havenât been in yet. Thereâs a few soldiers milling around, most of them in the weight room. Thereâs a pool across from the weight room, for more than just swimming, you think. Your father had talked about his own water survival training. You can only imagine the kind of water training they go through.Â
Ghost leads you towards the back of the gym, unlocking a door near the exit. Itâs set up not unlike a dojo, mats on the floor and punching bags and other training equipment along the walls. Ghost empties his pockets, setting his things on a bench before removing his sweatshirt.Â
You canât help but stare, only ever having seen him in long sleeves. His muscles bulge beneath his t-shirt, the first bit of skin revealed to you besides his neck, chin, and hands. Your eyes are drawn to his arms, taking in the sheer size of them.Â
Tattoos.Â
He has a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. You have a desire to look at them closer, to trace each one but you wouldnât dare. Not right now. You pull off your own sweatshirt, folding it and setting it on the bench, leaving you in just a t-shirt and your leggings.Â
You fail in your attempt not to stare as he walks towards the center of the mat in his t-shirt and sweatpants, swallowing nervously. He turns to face you, motioning for you to approach with two of his fingers. Your face warms as you hurry onto the mat, coming to stand in front of him.Â
âLet me see.â He says, holding out his hand.Â
You stare at it for a moment before your brain catches up, and you put your right hand into his. You ignore the feeling of his fingers wrapping around your hand, lifting it so he can inspect your still bruised knuckles.Â
âWeâll start with dodging.â He says, releasing your hand, taking a step back. âLet me see your stance.âÂ
You part your feet a little, bringing your fists up to your face. His shoulders shake in a quiet huff of a laugh as he stares at you.Â
âYou need to stagger your stance more.â He says, circling you. âOtherwise,â Hands push you from behind, and you nearly avoid face planting into the floor. âYouâre too easy to knock over. The last thing you want is the fight to end up on the floor. You wonât be getting back up if you let your opponent overpower you that much. Again.â He motions to you.Â
You set up your stance again, widening your feet just a bit.Â
âGood.â He says, moving to stand in front of you. âThese protect your face.â He says, hands wrapping around your wrists, raising your hands just a bit. âYou get hit in the face...âÂ
âI wonât be getting back up.â You finish for him.Â
You know most fights end up with both opponents on the ground. Youâd watched your brothers wrestle and play fight enough to know that. Youâre not here to learn how to win a fight, only how to protect yourself enough until you can find space to run.Â
You barely have time to stumble back as his fist swings at you, nearly losing your footing. âHey! You could warn me first.âÂ
âYou think someone attacking you is going to warn you?â He asks.Â
He has a point.Â
âUse your legs.â He says as you set yourself up again. âMove side to side if you can instead of ducking under the punch, but if you have to, donât let your eyes leave your opponent.âÂ
You see this punch coming, ducking to your right to avoid getting hit.Â
âGood.â He says, repeating the motion with his left hand. âStay focused.âÂ
You continue with the same motion a few times, already starting to feel a bit fatigued. Running is one thing, but strength is another. Most omegas arenât naturally strong, nor are they inclined to increase their strength. Thatâs what alphas and their packs are for. Itâs not unheard of, though, for omegas to increase their physical strength. Perhaps youâll need to consider looking into doing that as well.Â
Ghost takes a step back, letting you rest for a moment. Youâre breathing heavily, though heâs hardly looking fatigued at all. Heâs used to this, you remind yourself. He probably throws more punches in a day in the field than heâs thrown at you so far in 30 minutes.Â
âNow, letâs make it a bit more realistic.â He says, a low rumble at the edge of his voice.Â
A wave of scent hits you, your brain nearly short-circuiting. Fear pulses through you, ozone burning your nostrils. You stumble backwards, landing on your back on the mat. Youâre breathing heavily, every cell in your body screaming at you to run or submit.Â
âThatâs...thatâs n-not fair!â You say, your hands trembling from the adrenaline coursing through you.Â
âAny alpha you fight is going to use every natural advantage they have over you.â Ghost says, stalking towards you. You can practically see it, the purebred alpha within him coming through. âYou need to learn to protect yourself against them.âÂ
âThat's...thatâs not possible.â You say, the edge of a whine detectable in your tone.Â
He kneels down over you, crowding into your space despite the souring of your scent. It doesnât even seem to phase him as he forces you flat on your back, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head. You stare up at him, every fiber of your being screaming at you to bare your throat, submit, give in.Â
Donât back down.Â
Donât back down.Â
You push past the fear, the instincts screaming at you as you drive your knee up into his stomach. He lets out a grunt but it doesnât phase him, his hand wrapping around your leg, using his sheer strength to flip you onto your stomach under him. He presses against you, body folding over yours. You resist the urge, the instinct to press back into him, to be a good omega.Â
âIf an alpha gets you onto the floor...â He says, warm breath fanning your ear through his mask. âYou wonât want to get back up.âÂ
His face presses against your neck as he inhales deeply before he pushes himself up, grabbing the back of your shirt and hauling you to your feet as well. Youâre shaking, your heart thumping in your chest. Your head feels fuzzy, your brain buzzing a bit. Your omega is confused, poised to strike but sheâs not sure against who. Ghost isnât a threat, and you know that, but he had just proved how easily he could be. Any of them could be, with a simple scent change and their sheer strength.Â
âAgain.â He says, getting into a fighting stance.Â
âYou canât expect me to fight after that.â You say, your voice breathless.Â
âIf youâre in a real fight, you wonât have much of a choice.â He says, the rumble still audible around his own voice.Â
Heâs right. If someone is attacking you, itâs likely going to be to kill, or to try and take you from them. Your omega shifts uncomfortably as you raise your shaking hands to guard your face. You continue to dodge punches, hitting the ground more and more as you continue to get tired. Youâre going to be sore, still feeling your hike through the woods a bit.Â
The door opens, giving you a moment to breathe. Soap enters, a grin on his face.Â
âAh, the wee lass is still breathinâ.â He says, leaning against the wall. âCame tae make sure ye hadnae killed âer.âÂ
You can practically hear Ghost roll his eyes, his back turned to you as he says something to Soap. You canât hear what it is, the ringing in your ears too loud. Your omega is still worked up, still poised to strike, more so now in your exhausted state. You push yourself off the floor, not having a moment to think things through before youâre throwing yourself at Ghostâs back.Â
He turns before you hit him, catching you and flipping you onto your back on the mat. You hit hard, the breath forced from your lungs at the impact.
âChrist, Simon!â Soap shouts, hurrying to your side. âYe tryinâ tae break her, ye numpty?âÂ
âDonât do that again.â Ghost growls at you, stomping over to grab his things before leaving the room.Â
âEasy, hen.â Soap soothes you as you gasp for air, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder. âBe over before ye know it.âÂ
Slowly the paralysis of your diaphragm begins to lessen, your stomach still aching but the air comes easier now. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to fight the tears. Youâve messed it up. One day and youâve already done more damage than you would have had you not asked him to teach you to fight.Â
âDonâ worry, hen. Heâs just worked up, that's all.â Soap says, brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead.Â
âItâs his fault.â You murmur.Â
âMaybe, but yer scent...surprised you didnât notice, hen.â Soap wiggles his brows.Â
Your face warms. You hadnât noticed the uptick of muskiness in the room, the heady scent of arousal before now.
Itâs not yours.Â
âMe?â You ask, letting Soap help you into a seated position.Â
Soap smirks. âIt wasnae me that tented his breeks this time.âÂ
Your face warms even more, your body feeling like it might explode.Â
âCome on, hen.â He says, slipping his hands under your arms to lift you to your feet. âThereâs still time tae shower before breakfast.âÂ
âI can assume you know why you were called in here sooner than our normal weekly meeting time.â Dr. Keller says as you sit in her office.Â
âBecause I punched Corporal Allen.â You say with a wince.Â
Dr. Keller nods. âIndeed. I just want to make sure youâre feeling alright, after that. Getting into an altercation with an alpha can be tough.âÂ
âI donât think Iâd call it an altercation.â You say quietly.Â
âMaybe not,â She says, shuffling her papers. âBut standing up to an alpha can be daunting.âÂ
âI wasnât alone.â You shrug. âGhost was there.âÂ
âI saw both yours and Lieutenant Rileyâs account of what happened. Iâm wondering, would you have confronted him if you were alone?âÂ
Her question makes you think for a moment. Would you have stopped? Would you have confronted him, much less punched him if you were alone, or even with one of the others? No, you likely would have ignored him and kept walking like you did with Gaz. Youâd likely have gone straight to your room and cried a little out of embarrassment and disgust.Â
âNo, maâam.â You say quietly. âI donât think so.âÂ
Dr. Keller nods. âYouâre aware of Lieutenant Rileyâs status.âÂ
You nod, a frown pulling at your brows. How did she figure it out? âYes, maâam.âÂ
âI know because I have access to their medical records.â Dr. Keller says. âItâs required for statuses to be present in medical records since purebreds have to be treated differently, just as alphas, betas, and omegas have to be treated differently.âÂ
You do know that. You know that an injured alpha can get defensive if they feel cornered. You know omegas can die from stress if theyâre not taken care of correctly. You know betas can get overwhelmed by large groups of injured people all in the same place without proper training to filter out the scents of agony and suffering.Â
âI think you reacted to his scent.â Dr. Keller continues. âYou mentioned feeling a sudden rush of uncontrollable anger. Do you remember smelling anything at that moment?âÂ
You nod. âOzone.âÂ
She nods, the pieces beginning to come together in your own head. âIâm sure youâve figured out how different purebred alphaâs are and how much more potent their scents are. Your own status makes you more susceptible to their scents and the changes in them. You were reacting to the change in his scent. Your omega sensed a threat, and took over for a moment to defend you. Itâs a natural response in omegas towards those they see as protectors, or even packmates.âÂ
Your eyes widen a bit at her words. Ghost is technically your packmate. Heâs an alpha in your pack, but youâve never considered that you see him as anything but. He has defended you, and he had defended you not long before your altercation with Corporal Allen. Had your omega begun to cling to him out of a sheer need for protection after something like what happened in the mess?Â
You would like Ghost to see you as more than just an omega in his pack, more than just Priceâs omega. You know heâd never claim you, but youâd at least like to get onto friendly terms with him. Soap said it had taken proving himself before Ghost started to accept him. Youâre hoping your time spent learning how to fight helps you prove yourself, that youâre not a threat or even a risk. That maybe you can be an acceptable omega for his pack.Â
âAside from this incident, how are you settling in? How are things going with your new pack?âÂ
âFine, I guess.â You shrug, starting to pick at your sleeve again. âGhost is teaching me to defend myself.â
âOh? Does this have something to do with what happened with Corporal Allen? Or is there a different reason?â Dr. Keller asks.Â
âI mean, partially that but also, Ghost, heâs...hard to get along with.â You grimace. âI know that in relationships, a good way to bond with people is to get into their hobbies so you have something in common. Ghost...ghost speaks in violence and I think it would help ease some of my fears if I can at least defend myself.âÂ
âI think this is a great idea. It allows for some bonding time between the two of you, and it can also be beneficial to ease your anxiety a bit. As long as youâre being careful and you donât get hurt.â She says, giving you a pointed look.Â
You think back to Ghost flipping you onto your back on the mat, narrowly missing getting hit, how heâd pinned you down using his own scent against you. âHeâs being careful.â You say, clearing your throat. âPrice would put him through the ringer if something happened. Even just as an accident.âÂ
âHow are things going with Price?â She asks, writing something down.Â
You shrug. âFine. He involved me in some training this past weekend. We hiked out to a watchtower and the others tried to follow my scent. We got to spend some time together while we waited.âÂ
âHave you done much of that? Spending time together?â She asks.Â
You shake your head. âNot really. Heâs...busy. A lot.âÂ
âYou should start making an effort to get to know him more.â Dr. Keller says. âItâll make it easier once your heat hits if youâre familiar with him. Have you knelt for him yet?âÂ
You shake your head again, not wanting to answer out loud.Â
âWhy not?â She asks.Â
âHe still hasnât asked me to.â You murmur.Â
âDo you know why omegas kneel for their alphas?â She asks.Â
You nod. âItâs good for our brains and bodies. It helps relax us and soothes our omega, makes it easier to process stressful events and can prevent stress related diseases later in life.âÂ
Dr. Keller nods. âCorrect. Itâs an important first step in building that bond between an alpha and an omega, when itâs done correctly.âÂ
Bad alphas can use kneeling to control omegas, put them in certain mindsets, make them more subservient. You know this, youâd heard stories from your fellow omegas after watching their parents. Thatâs not kneeling. You never had the heart to tell them it was so much worse.Â
âDo you want to kneel for him?â She asks you.Â
That word again.Â
You do want to kneel for him. Youâve wanted to since this past Saturday in the watchtower. Youâve felt that urge, that drive to drop to your knees beside him and let yourself go, let him carry everything youâve been feeling over the last week.Â
You nod slowly, ripping one of the strings off your sleeve. Youâre fighting the tears, fighting the emotions welling up inside you. You can feel them building, pushing against your stomach and your chest, threatening to burst right out of your skin and leave you nothing but an empty carcass. Youâre breathing has picked up, shaking a bit as you inhale deeply.Â
âWhy havenât you asked?â Dr. Keller asks, her brows furrowing as she stares at you.Â
âI donât know how!â The words tear from your lips, almost echoing as they bounce off the walls like projectiles. You havenât so much as raised your voice in years, much less to a person of authority, but you canât stop. The dam has been breached. âEveryone keeps asking me what I want, but I donât know how to want!â Tears cascade down your cheeks, your breaths coming in sharp gasps. You cover your face with your hands, muffling your sobs. âIâm not supposed to want.âÂ
âHey,â Dr. Kellerâs voice is soft as she kneels in front of you, her hands trying to gently pry yours away from your face. âWho told you that?âÂ
âThatâs what weâre taught!â You hiccup, letting her pull your hands from your face. The tears are still falling, lips trembling as you sob. âWeâre supposed to be good omegas. Obedient and serve our alphas. We donât want anything, weâre only supposed to give.âÂ
âWell thatâs a load of bullshit if Iâve ever heard it.âÂ
Dr. Kellerâs words shock you into reality, your sobs halting with a sharp inhale. You stare at her, the tears still spilling from your eyes. Your hands are closed into fists, your sore knuckles aching from the strain.Â
âYouâre an omega. Itâs in your nature to want, to need. You canât help your alpha if your own needs arenât being met first. Itâs okay to need things, to want things. Are there things you want?âÂ
âSofter blankets. Fluffier pillows. A nightlight. Something to put on my walls. Strawberry scented body wash. Some goddamn authentic Mexican food.âÂ
Dr. Keller chuckles lightly. âI can agree with you on that last one.â She squeezes your arms gently. âYouâre allowed to ask for things. Youâre not a soldier, and even they are allowed to have things of their own, comfort items, with them. It doesnât have to be material things either that you ask for. Iâm sure your pack would find a way to bend over backwards if you asked them.âÂ
Sheâs right. The book says omegas can hold great power over the members of their packs if they try. A mix of playing their instincts and the right behavior and temperament can have betas and alphas wrapped around your finger. The idea of having such control over four powerful men makes your head spin.Â
âI want Soap to kiss me.â You blurt out, your face warming as you hastily wipe at your tears to hide.Â
âOh?â Dr. Kellerâs eyebrows raise as she looks at you. âThis is a new development.âÂ
âWe...we almost did...a couple days ago.â You say, burying your face in your hands. âBut I stopped it because I thought maybe Price...but then he said he didnât care...âÂ
Dr. Keller gently wraps her hands around your wrists, lowering your hands. âItâs okay to want that, and itâs okay to want to kneel for Price. I bet heâd be delighted if you asked him. I bet he was waiting because he didn't think you were ready for it yet.â Â
The calming beta scent washes over you, Dr. Keller projecting it to try and help you calm down. Your tears have stopped, your breathing starting to slow as the gentle almond scent goes straight to your brain.Â
âIâd like us to still meet for our regularly scheduled appointment this week, but Iâm giving you an assignment to complete between then and now.â Dr. Keller says. âI want you to ask one of the members of your pack for one thing that you want. You can pick what it is, and who you ask, but I want to hear about it when I see you later this week, understood?âÂ
You push back the nerves twisting in your stomach. âYes, maâam.âÂ
âGood.â She pushes herself up to stand. âYou can stay here as long as you want. Just let me know when youâre ready to go back to the barracks. Take your time. You are my only patient.âÂ
She grabs the paperwork off the couch before moving to her desk. You watch her for a moment before letting your eyes wander. You wipe at your face, your cheeks feeling puffy from your tears. Youâre glad sheâs giving you time to relax. The last thing you needed was to run into a member of your pack like this.Â
Thatâs not a conversation you want to have right now.Â
You take deep breaths, letting the beta scent permeating the air calm you down. You sink down further into the chair, letting it surround you. Itâs soft, the cushions pressing around you like a hug. You wonder how she managed to get it in the hard, âfunction-above-allâ world of the military. You wonder how she got most things in her office, or maybe if sheâd brought them with her.Â
It was likely Kateâs doing, you think. The office space was made for an omega, set up to be as comforting as possible. Though, you don't doubt Dr. Keller would have argued her case for having these things fearlessly if she had to.Â
You stay in her office for a while, listening to the clacking of her keyboard as the soothing beta scent washes over you. Your eyes are still burning a bit as you force yourself out of the chair, out of the soft comfort you could spend days wrapped in.Â
âIâm ready to go now.â You say quietly.Â
âOkay.â Dr. Keller says, finishing what she was typing before she stands, grabbing her keys.Â
She locks the office behind you before you leave the medical center, pulling up your hood to protect you from the drizzling rain. Youâre growing used to the perpetually grey skies and sudden rainstorms.Â
Dr. Keller squeezes your arm gently as you stop at the door to the barracks. âRemember what I told you. Iâll see you in a few days, alright?âÂ
You nod. âThank you.âÂ
She smiles softly. âYou did good today. I am proud of you.âÂ
You slip into the door of the barracks as she makes her way back to the medical center, your shoes squeaking on the tile floors. You head back to your room, the silence in the barracks telling you theyâre not back yet.Â
You kick off your shoes, pulling your damp sweatshirt off as you sit on the edge of your bed. You stare at your ruined sleeve, the seam split to the edge of the cuff now. You got the sweatshirt from one of your fellow omegas at the institute, and youâve worn it almost every day since. Itâs turned a bit raggedy, and your picking at it hasnât helped any.Â
Ask for one thing that you want.Â
It would be easy to ask for a new sweatshirt. Youâre sure if you asked Gaz, heâd give you the one right off his back. Everything you can think to ask for, theyâd have to buy. If you asked Soap, heâd likely commandeer the closest vehicle and drive straight to town and buy you one in every color, even if he didnât have permission to.Â
You could ask for something thatâs not material.Â
Warmth floods your face as you think about it. How would you even ask? You canât just ask directly. You could, but you might die of embarrassment if anyone heard you. Thereâs nothing to really be embarrassed about, but you canât help it. Itâs a bold thing to ask for, and youâre not sure youâre feeling quite so bold today.Â
You chew on your lip as the barrack door opens, their voices echoing down the hallway as they return from their morning training. They pass by your door, their own doors opening and closing. You get up, moving to stand in front of your own door, holding your breath. You could just step out, knock on his door and ask. Heâs probably changing, though. Youâd never get the words out if he thought it was one of the others and opened it half dressed.Â
You have to do it, though, before you lose your nerve. If you donât do it now, youâll never do it and youâll have to tell Dr. Keller that you failed. Youâre allowed to want things. Itâs your nature to want things. Itâs human nature to want things. Thereâs nothing wrong with having needs and wants.Â
You can want this.Â
You repeat it over and over as you slowly open your door, letting it close behind you. You smell the air, finding the trail of his scent. It disappears down the hall and around the corner towards the rec room. Your legs feel shaky as you follow it, your stomach twisting anxiously. You can want this. Itâs okay to want this.Â
You turn the corner, finding him coming out of the rec room. He grins at you, eyes sparkling.Â
You want this.Â
âHey, lass, was just lookinâ for ye. Are ye ready for lunch-âÂ
His words cut off as you grab his face, standing on your toes to press your lips against his. He makes a surprised sound against your lips, his body tensing. Itâs quick, only a couple seconds before youâre releasing him, taking a big step back. Your eyes are wide with shock, almost as wide as his. His lips are parted in surprise still, his shoulders tensed.Â
âSorry.â You blurt out, your nerves only heightened. What if he hadnât wanted it? âSorry, I just...I wanted to do it and I wanted you to do it that day, but Iâve never had a real kiss before and I thought maybe Price would want to...but then he said he didnât care-âÂ
Your words cut off as he grips your chin, lifting your face so youâre looking at him. The tension has melted from his shoulders, the surprise gone from his face. His eyes are soft as they stare down at you, his thumb brushing your lower lip.Â
âI didnae know it was yer first kiss.â He says softly. âI wouldnae pushed it so far if I did.âÂ
âIt wasnât technically my first kiss, I kissed another omega at the institute but I donât really count it cause I did it for her.â You shrug. âIâve regretted pulling away since that day and Dr. Keller said I should start learning to want things and she gave me the assignment of asking for one thing that I want before I see her again at the end of the week and I could have just asked for something simple but-âÂ
Your words are cut off as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours again. Itâs soft and sweet, his hand sliding from your chin to the back of your head, holding you against him. Your fingers grip his shirt, and you lift yourself onto your toes to press back against him as his lips move against yours.Â
His forehead presses against yours as he pulls away, your breaths mingling as you continue to hold each other. âGaz will be upset he missed out.â He says quietly, lips tugging up in a smile as he squeezes your waist.Â
âHe can kiss me later.â You say, pressing a quick kiss to his lips once more before pulling away. âAfter lunch.âÂ
Soap chuckles quietly, slipping his hand into yours. âAfter lunch.âÂ
You hesitate outside the door, shifting nervously on your feet. You could turn around and go back to bed, pretend like you hadnât spent an hour convincing yourself to walk down here, like you havenât been thinking about this all afternoon. You had already completed your assignment for the week. Youâd kissed Soap, done something you wanted. Youâve fulfilled that desire, and it didnât kill you. You hadnât dropped dead afterward. If the others noticed, they didnât say anything.Â
This isnât a want.Â
You knock softly on the door, half tempted to turn and run and hide under your covers until you inevitably have to get up tomorrow.Â
âCome in.âÂ
Your hand hesitates on the door handle for just a moment before youâre turning it, stepping into the office. He doesnât look surprised to see you, though you suppose if nothing else, he had smelled you standing outside. The thought makes your cheeks warm in embarrassment. How long has he known you were standing out there?Â
âWhat can I do for you, sweetheart?â He asks, setting down his pen.Â
You shuffle nervously, clasping your hands in front of you. âI-I was wondering...I..um...â You take a deep breath. âI was wondering if I could kneel for you.âÂ
You bite your lip as he stares at you, the words having come out fast, almost meshing into one long string of nonsense. His eyes darken just a bit, his scent thickening in the air.Â
âYou want to kneel for me, sweetheart?â He asks, his voice low and rough.Â
You nod, shifting your weight again. âYes, sir.âÂ
âGrab a pillow.â He nods to the couch. âI wonât have you hurting yourself.âÂ
You grab one of the pillows from the couch, wondering how often heâs slept in his office. How many nights heâs spent awake, pouring over files, his mind working too hard for him to find any rest. You set the pillow on the floor before kneeling down next to him, facing his desk. You shift until youâre comfortable, sitting back on your feet. You let out a long breath as your eyes slipped closed, your fingers twitching anxiously in your lap.Â
Priceâs hand is gentle as it comes to rest on the top of your head. You relax into his touch as he strokes your hair, working his way down towards your neck. You force your mind to relax, easing away the desire to tense your shoulders, to draw them up around your ears. Itâs pure natural instinct, one that will fade the more you practice, the more you bond with him. The more you trust him.Â
âReady?â He asks, his voice sounding far away despite the fact youâre right next to him.Â
âYes, sir.â You murmur, pressing your head into his hand.Â
His hand slips lower, curling around the back of your neck. You inhale sharply as he finally makes contact with the sensitive area. His hand is warm, the tension slowly easing from your body as he presses his thumb lightly into the side of your neck. The back of your brain begins to buzz, your mind slowly filling with static. You relax even further, your head bowing just slightly as you feel the weight of the last three months lifting off your shoulders.Â
All the emotions, all the fear, all the unknowns suddenly feel far away. All the apprehension and the anxiety are soothed to nothing as he holds you, the hand on your neck a firm reminder that youâre not alone in this anymore. You have an alpha now, a strong alpha that you can trust in, that will carry it all for you.Â
You donât need to be stressed or afraid anymore. A warmth begins blossoming within you, spreading from your core out to your fingers and toes. You feel a bit dazed, but not in a bad way. Youâre not afraid of the feeling, not with your alphaâs hand around the back of your neck keeping you safe.Â
Youâre not sure how much time passes, how long you kneel there. It could be five minutes, it could be two hours. Price continues to go over his paperwork, his other hand steady on the back of your neck. Itâs not until heâs done that he carefully pushes his seat back, kneeling on the floor next to you. He releases your neck, catching your body as it slumps over, drawing you against his chest.Â
âEasy, sweet girl.â He murmurs, pressing your face into his neck.Â
Youâre shaking a bit, brain still dazed and flying as you breathe in his scent. Earthy, trees, petrichor. The warm muskiness of a content alpha. You made him smell like that. You invoked that scent.Â
âFeeling alright?â He murmurs into your hair, gently stroking your side as you begin to come back into your body.Â
You hum in affirmation, wrapping your arms around his neck. You havenât been this close to him yet, not since the scenting and that was more of a formal closeness, a required closeness. This is because you want it.Â
âDonât let me go.â You murmur into his neck, clinging to him tightly.Â
His arms tighten around you for a moment before he slips them under you, lifting you into his arms easily. He pushes himself from the floor, moving to sit on the couch with you on his lap. You let yourself go lax in his hold again, feeling calmer and more relaxed than you have in months. You feel safe in his arms, not that he would have let anything happen to you before.Â
Youâve always been safe, you think as you let your eyes drift closed again.Â
The water is hot as it runs down his back, contrasting the cool tile against his forehead. His eyes are closed, breaths slow and steady through his nose. He canât get that damn scent of vanilla and sweet, sweet omega arousal out of his head. He drives his fist into the wall with a growl, cursing the blood rushing south.Â
He canât forget the way you felt under him, pinned so easily and helpless beneath him. He hates the way his cock twitches at the thought of the pout on your lips as heâd swung at you, narrowly missing you too many times. The way you tried to jump him.Â
He lets out another frustrated growl, slamming his forehead into the tile. A hand presses against his bare back and he turns on his heel, hand wrapping around Johnnyâs throat, slamming him back against the shower wall.Â
Jesus Christ, heâs going to kill the mutt one of these days.Â
âEasy, Lt.â Johnny rasps, not fazed at all by the alphaâs actions. His eyes flicker lower, to the hard cock standing at attention. âBit worked up, eh?âÂ
He lets Johnny go with a growl, stepping back under the water, turning it all the way to the right until itâs nearly freezing. He almost groans in frustration as the water shuts off completely, his eyes cracking open as Johnnyâs hand trails up his chest.Â
âEasy, big guy. Let me help ye.âÂ
Simon moves until his back is pressed against the tiles, eyes not leaving Johnnyâs sapphire ones as the beta slowly kneels in front of him. Johnnyâs hands trace over his hips, outlining scars both old and new. Johnnyâs fingers finally reach his cock, wrapping around the thick length. Simon sighs in quiet relief as Johnny slowly pumps his length, their gazes still locked.Â
Simon stares down at Johnny through his blonde lashes as Johnny leans forward, dragging his tongue along his head. A low growl rumbles through his chest as the beta circles his tongue around his head, smearing precum on his chin. Heâs painfully hard now, breaking his gaze as his head tilts back, eyes fluttering closed.Â
His fingers sink into Johnnyâs mohawk as the beta takes his cock in his mouth. He breathes through his nose, relaxing his throat as Simonâs cock sinks deeper and deeper, Johnnyâs hands closing around his hips to hold himself steady. Simon grips his hair tightly as he begins to move, bobbing his head along his length, his tongue pressing against the bottom of his cock.Â
Simon squeezes his eyes closed as an image comes to mind, a smaller hand fondling his balls. His hand wraps around the base of his cock as he imagines soft lips on his tip, Johnnyâs tongue tracing the parts of him that you canât fit yet as you take him in your mouth. The sweet whines that would be pulled from you as he choked you on his thick length, Johnny whispering sweet encouragements to you.Â
He can picture the two of you, you and Johnny with your tongues entwined, his cum stringing between your lips.Â
He growls, yanking Johnny off his cock and pinning him to the tile wall. Johnnyâs lips are parted as he breathes heavily, eyes blown with lust as he stares up at his alpha. Simonâs hand tugs at his hair, tilting his head back to bear his throat. Johnny lets out a quiet moan as he sinks his teeth into the delicate skin, leaving a mark heâll wear proudly for a few days.Â
âTurn around and bend over.â He growls to the beta, his cock still hard and throbbing.Â
âSir, yes sir.â Johnny says, smirking wickedly as he slowly turns to face the wall.Â
Fucking christ, Simon groans. Theyâre going to be the death of him.Â
Youâre going to be the death of him.Â
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