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The snowblower guy showed up just as I was putting my boots on to go out again. Really solid dudes. They even brought in the trash and recycling cans and are coming back later to break up some ice.
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trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband
(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)
he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soapâs lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy
soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's
he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him
he gets worse and worse but thereâs nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesnât watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it
soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan
he takes his baby and runs
he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives
he doesn't know where he's going beyond away
he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; heâs always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didnât have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him
soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once
he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy
he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesnât love him more than life itself
even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isnât he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you canât even take care of yourself john, youâd still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-
soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries
he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-
he can't save him
a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands
but it's not his husband outside the window
soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting⊠but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window
soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front heâs built over the years cracked and bleeding
the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks
"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him
he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."
soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet âthanks,â; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard
the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesnât notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesnât notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"
soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips
"not long enough."
the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway
"you know, this place is connected to a garage,â he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. âlotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.â
soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby
âfunny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,â he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. âgot a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."
soapâs mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the strangerâs saying. "how easy?" he whispers
he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesnât feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of âem; no oneâd ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"
soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope
"i think we can work something out."
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ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you canât get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasnât had anyone pull in in days so heâs quick to notice soapâs car. heâs also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like theyâre all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it
he knows someone running when he sees it
if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen
but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didnât lift his arms to protect himself. no
he covered his baby
like he was afraid he'd be hurt
that's enough for ghost
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i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way heâs always wanted
he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesnât have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it
he never had a chance of getting away
but ghost is ex-military
he doesnât know the ladâs story, doesnât know the details of what heâs running from. he doesnât need to know
he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station
#what up i had a nightmare about an eldritch horror trying to steal my baby and john mcclane from die hard shooting it to protect me#i woke up freaked out and decided to torment soap with it to feel better#thats literally the only reason this exists#that and the thought of soaps super hairy chest but thats besides the point#anyway#i was going to have ghost be a drifter after retiring but i like the idea of him being the unlikely safe person living out in the woods#ghost moves soap into the little one bedroom cabin he built behind the station#its hidden by the trees and kept warm by a fire. he gives soap and the baby the bedroom and sleeps out in the living room#he keeps watch out the window for whoevers after soap#he doesnt find out who it is for a while; soaps been burned and reluctant to trust anyone#but they gradually heal each other; ghost gives soap someone to trust and soap helps ghost heal his truma by giving him someone he can save#soap starts to work in the service station despite ghost telling him he doesnt need to but he wants his independence back#he finds he likes working and ghost cant take that from him when hes so obviously happy cleaning and shelving stock#soaps husband comes looking for him but ghost still has his contacts and calls a whole militia down on his head#each one of them with favours in the government if not outright political immunity; money means nothing in the face of them#they just threaten him; lets him know soap is protected now#at least; thats what ghost tells soap đ#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#weâre a team. ghost team#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#john soap mactavish#soap cod#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#save post
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re: raised in amphibia marcy who is nothing but the cores host
beyond the psychological stuff im also thinking about the physical. the evil science possibilities. im just like. canonically its hinted that the core did stuff to marcys body just in the few months it had her to make its vessel more suitable. the plug ports that were apparently in her limbs bc otherwise she would be getting stabbed by those things. "this thing needs some calibration" about marcys body??? what did it mean by that??? and like u mention her being wired up to it in the original ask
anyways im up here thinking abt how much it mightve done to her if it had her for that long. if it had the same plug things installed in her limbs as she seemed to in canon shed probably need replacements if they happened when she was young enough and grew significantly since then.
also my mom used to work in the brain-computer interface industry and well. to get really any level of highly detailed or accurate data, let alone on the scale youd need to fully interface with the entire brain, you would absolutely need to have direct access to the brain rather than trying to go through the skull. theres no way this girl doesnt have a port of some kind implanted in her head for the core to directly connect to her brain.
hell maybe it doesnt wanna deal with biological organs and the problems that might arise from them. no big deal itll just have them replaced!
Aaaaagh dude i love your asks. Galaxy brain asks from my galaxy friend mutual.
Anyway. Yes i I have thought quite a bit about Marcy's whole deal. What Andrias cares about is her brainnnn that blob of grey matter that's somehow a biological supercomputer. He has no qualms in eventually getting rid of the body and keeping the brain in a jar, immortalized as an invaluable piece of hardware with the help of some shadowfish biotechnology (shhh lemme tell you a secret: he actually does care for her and love her and takes no joy in hurting her. He just doesn't love her enough to save her :3). Anyway, unfortunately, when he found this thing, her brain was surprisingly underseveloped. He had a vague awareness that the unfortunate coincidence of bipedism and viviparity so characteristic of homo sapiens resulted in them giving birth to useless, half-developed fetuses (as opposed to fully mature, egg-born pollywogs), but surely, by age three, a human would be more mature, right? He checked his archives on alien biology and, indeed, no. An average human's brain isn't fully developed until around age 25. Marcy may be smart, but she's still, by all accounts, a homo sapiens pollywog. He consults the Core. The Core wants a host. They want a body, and they want this brain. They will do with just the brain, is Andrias is too useless to secure them the body, but even if they're willing to wait for another body (stronger, bigger, more amphibian) to come around eventually, they know it won't work as well as with the original brain-body combination.
He decides to raise Marcy to be 25. He keeps her mind sharp and body healthy, or as healthy as possible. She undergoes many week-long sessions unconscious and connected to all sorts of wires as tubes. It's so normal for her, that by age 6 she knew how to get on top of the plataform or into the tank without falling, and how to put on her own oxygen mask. She always woke up feeling weak and hungry when it was over, and with one killer headache, but her dad always held the biggest fests for her with all her favorite food when it was over! She always looked forward to her sessions. Like a dog.
In these sessions, she would undergo several procedures. There's mossman, shadowfish and amphibian biotechnology involved. The point is to 1) make her brain Core-friendly - if it has many dimensions that would make things easier! And 2) translate the data from the Core into something that can be run in a biological machine. For which they need to understand and explore said machine. She only has one port, in the back of her neck, hidden by her long hair. It connects straight into her spine and her brain. In essence, these are fitting sessions. The Core is trying out their new house. Ever since she was little, they actually did use her brain to run tests and perform different functions. Most of the times it was mostly to study it, but as she grew older, they began using her whenever a function required too much energy, whenever something that would take forever to load with its own equipment, would render almost instantly with hers. They never left any data behind, erasing all evidence of their presence, and they never fully transported anything to this new extension, using only copies of data with the original files safe in the Core. The point is to leave the Core behind eventually and fully move on to this new computer, but not yet.
A few funny side effects!
Her blood is slowly growing more and more green as the years pass. This actually has less do to with brain stuff, and more as early preparation for eternal youth and immortality. It's mean to make her last longer. When she first meets Anne at age 10 - 11, her blood is a brown-ish color, but by the time things blow up when she's like 13-14, it's just a gross green. Her kidneys filter it out with time and her blood returns to its original red color, and Anne and Sasha see her real skin color for the first time, since before she always had this weird green tint, but they didn't know enough about humans to tell it wasn't normal. Seeing her blush red instead of green for the first time is kinda magical.
Migraines! Especially after a session. Especially when she does something the Core wouldn't like, because despite how hard they try to erase their traces, Marcy's most primal survival instincts remember.
More indirect effect but going several weeks a year without eating can't be good for her. It makes her feel very tired, dizzy and weak, even if she's eating normally, because three days ago she was starving.
The port in the back of her neck itches a lot. After becoming queen, she asked the royal physician that put it her to remove it, but he was scared of leaving her paralyzed, since it was so deeply fused with her nervous system. Sasha still thinks she should've had the guy publicly excecuted or something.
Idk if it counts but ?? Andrias wouldn't touch her if she was sick, so Olivia often found ways to give her a fever in secret or something to spare her. She did it to protect her, but it does mean Marcy spent a big deal of her childhood in bed, recovering from a session or a light illness.
The Core communicates with her nervous system through electric signals, and even thought they don't want to harm it, they still make her muscles contract a lot so she feels super sobre afterwards lots of muscle pain all the time.
There is no helmet in this one. No indirect connection. When Andrias puts the Core in Marcy, he goes all the way. Straight into her brain! They got a new PC :3
#raised in amphibia au#amphibia#marcy wu#my posts#king andrias#the core#marcy harm#whump#just!!#she's just a piece of meat to them! literally!!#a piece of grey matter with a case of flesh and bone protecting it and supplying nutrients to it#to the Core Marcy's body is little more than a set of cables and connections keeping the Computer alive#transporting energy and oxygen and all that. something easily replaceable#it's so different from how Anne and Sasha see it - ''Marcy'' and ''Marcy's body'' as the same thing.#something to kiss and hug and protect. marcy is her hair when Anne ruffles it. her arms when Sasha teaches her to hold a sword#she's her feet when she trips and stumble and they catch her and when she happily runs towards them with all the grace of a newborn calf#it's the way she pinches her eyebrows and purses her lips when she's concentrated#her heart when she holds Sasha to her chest because she remembers Anne liked this - a warm hug. something amphibians can't give#but humans can#and it's incredibly how comforting it is. how hearing those steady beats can calm her#she's her hands when they write or flap or give Anne one terrible hairstyle after the next. even though Anne loves feeling them against her#scalp. loves the closeness. she never liked her grandfather or siblings touching her hair - she loved them but... they were a bit... slimy#marcy's hands are soft and dry and warm and clean#she's her eyes when they light up at the promise of knowledge#or a puzzle to solve#or a game to play#or when she sees her two loves#she's her smile when they kiss her. when Anne picks her up and spins her around and Sasha grabs her bridal style or carries her on her back#she'll be safe as long as she's with them :) right? :)
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i need to wynnepost. somebody has to
#its crazy how people will assume she is all the tropes she subverts and then ignore her#also how sympathy for circle magesâ indoctrination only lasts until they get old i guess and then fuck them#because its not as if they were ever a terrified child whoâd never had anything better than a single templarâs mildest kindness and any kind#of home even if it was the tower#so an orphan kid who had no memory of anything but scurrying between farmsteads and hiding in barns#didnt want to leave. what a shock. you guys dont get the place comfort has in keeping circle mages complicit#so itâs violent and terrible and you never have privacy and your children get murdered and youâre always watched and hated#its also a warm bed and community and a chance to succeed#do you honestly think every kid from fucking THEDAS knows theres anything better out there#that doesnt make the circle good. it makes it horrific that they prey on vulnerable kids to teach them the world hates them#and only the circle is âsafeâ#i just think there should be some sympathy for those kids and what they grow up into#its easy for the player to walk in and say their character would hate the circle and never have listened to the templars#its easy for say an amell or even a surana with a family back home to not fear what they left behind#wynne genuinely thinks without the circle mages would all be murdered and sheâll fight and die protecting her fellow mages#from the right of annulment#yes its a flaw that she goes on to teach others the circle must be tolerated and that is precisely how the circle is perpetuated ove#over generations#but its amazing to me to just act like its her fault#well. this is more tags than i expected it to be
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đ A Plea from Gaza: Rolaâs Story đ
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighborâs house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
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The bombings didnât stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighborsâ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my childrenâs toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
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Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably highâ$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why canât we live like everyone elseâgo to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: đ Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. đ Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. đ©ș Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you canât donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; itâs about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what weâve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Letâs work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
đž Please share our story and consider donating today. đž
Together, we can create a better tomorrow. đâ€ïž
#free palestine#free gaza#gaza strip#gazaunderattack#save gaza#help gaza#gaza gfm#gfm#i stand with palestine#support palestine#gaza#gaza gofundme
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So hybrid bulls and cows are actually separate species in MY fantasy world, not male and female.
So you work on a farm specializing in male cows and bulls, the only woman thatâs allowed there due to⊠how the hybrids behave around any females.
You milk them⊠but not in the normal way. As the only woman on the farm, youâre the only one theyâll allow to milk their cocks. They produce a special semen thatâs a milk alternative, and very yummy!
The cowâs are fine enough, following you around and nuzzling into you, wanting cuddles and extra attention when youâre milking them⊠they behave so well, blushing and mooing softly, gently moving their hips against your hand as you milk their cocks dry.
The bulls however⊠are a different story. Theyâre very territorial and protective over the cow hybrids, who theyâve formed a friendship with. They donât like most people, and tend to be loners that only come around when itâs milking time.
But your pay is upgraded when the farm owners notice that the bulls have started warming up to you, even starting to treat you like a heifer, keeping you safe and guarding you from the other employees.
It wasnât a surprise to anyone but you when the bulls started being a bit⊠too handsy with you. They viewed you as a heifer now⊠but you were so small compared to any female cow theyâd ever seen. A runt, stunted, maybeâŠ
But you had that chubby tummy and plush hips, those plump breasts that would look so pretty full of milkâŠ
Within a month of starting work, you find yourself being bent over by one of the bulls, the cows mooing in distress and trying to comfort you as a fat cock enters your cunt.
âD-donât be rough with her! Sheâs little!â one of the cows protests, stroking your hair and cooing softly to you. The bull huffs, hot air hitting the back of your neck as he fucks into you.
âBeing as gentle as possible⊠little thing, couldnât take me being rough even if I wanted to beâŠâ
Your cunt was stuffed full with cum, several bulls mounting you until you were a blubbering mess. Once the bulls were done, you were surrounded by cows, getting kisses and snuggles⊠but they wanted to mate as wellâŠ
They pressed down on your belly, cum pooling between your legs as they cooed and gently fucked their own seed into you. By the end of the work day, you were spent, curled up in the hay with several cow hybrids as the bulls guarded the door.
You were payed handsomely for your efforts, and offered an even bigger paycheck to let them mount you at least once a week to let out their sexual frustrations.
They became more territorial around you, but when you werenât in the picture, the bulls were much calmer and didnât attack anyone that brought out food or came to give them check ups.
And when you became pregnant⊠well⊠letâs just say you were tucked away in the barn, living there with the cows and bulls as your belly grew heavy and swollen.
The cows tended to you, making sure you received all the human comforts you wanted along with their endless affections, and the bulls kept you safe.
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A/N: omg⊠ask me more about this concept because⊠Iâm in love
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ICE raids are happening.
Any immigrants, no matter how long you have been a citizen of the USA, is at risk of being deported either out of the country as a whole or into what are basically concentration camps. Raids starting in Chicago, Illinois. and spreading to other major cities with high POC and Hispanic populations. The US Immigrations and Customs Enforcement (ICE) and Customs and Border Patrol (CBP) have started raiding homes and families in California.
There are no "protected locations" as of January 21, 2025. Hospitals, schools, and churches are all at risk of being raided, where before these places were deemed safe and off limits to raids.
When it comes to spotting an ICE agent, look for these:
Weirdly neat/well kept hair (shaved heads, side parts, military burs for men; low buns, high ponytails, close cropped bobs for women)
Oversized jacket (long and bulky outerwear makes it easier to hide tools/equipment without being suspicious)
Both hands in pockets
Many undercover agents/cops buy cheap plain clothes off the racks so they arenât seen in their own clothes. This can make their outfit seem awkward
Sweatshirts with the hood up
Sports apparel (warm up jacket, sweats, etc) with non-sports clothes (jeans, cargo shorts)
Cargo pants/shorts (usually full of items like their badge, flashlight, taser, pepper spray, backup handcuffs, zip ties)
Military or hiking style boots, sometimes chunky sneakers (extra points if none of it matches anything in their outfit)
Outline of a gun in their pants/shirt (easy to see when bending, leaning, or raising arms) (NO NOT SAY ANYTHING)
Overly friendly
Overly inquisitive
âHow old are youâ and âwhat do you know about this happeningâ are both red flags, along with generally odd and personal questions
Donât fit in
Mismatched pairs in public spaces (usually cops do these things in pairs. They donât talk to each other or acknowledge each other much, if at all)
DO NOT SAY ANYTHING UNTIL YOU ARE 100% SURE
YOUR BEST BET IS NOT TO SAY ANYTHING UNTIL THE SUSPECT STARTS ACTING OFF AND GETTING PUSHY
COPS ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO TELL YOU THAT THEY ARE UNDERCOVER
COPS CAN AND WILL LIE TO YOU
SCREAM âLA MIGRAâ AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS
For protesting:
N95 masks
Respirator/gas mask if you have access to one
Water water water water water (I hate to say it, but disposable one use bottles are best here. If it comes to it, you need to be able to drop and run.) Use for flushing wounds, flushing eyes of tear gas, and of course drinking.
Snacks! You'll be doing a lot of walking and/or running and need to keep that energy up. Trail mix, dried fruit, nuts, granola bars, crackers, jerky/meat sticks, fruit snacks, candy, etc. Think of it like packing your lunchbox for a field trip.
Eyedrops (teargas is a bitch)
Goggles (I bring my old snowboarding goggles)
If you are wearing a t-shirt or have exposed skin, put on fake/temporary tattoos. If you are brought into something and they say you were there, showing a picture of you with the tattoos, show them where that tattoo would be and how thereâs nothing there. How would you get rid of a giant flower on your forearm in 2 days anyways?
Wigs fall under the same category as tattoos. The person they're claiming to be you has a blonde bob and you have green hair past your shoulders.It also makes it possible to go with a completely different color without the use of hair dye. This means if they try to arrest you later and try to prove it was you by taking your hair and testing for dye, it won't come back the way they hope. (Thank you @violetrosepetals for this addition!)
Hide your hair. I tuck my hair into my beanie since itâs short. If you have longer hair, try to do the same or tuck it into your shirt. Balaclavas are also a good choice, as they cover both your face and hair.
Power bank
Chargers
Helmet. Any is fine, my personal choice is a skating helmet since theyâre rounder and can take more damage, but tactical is also good
Hand sanitizer
Gloves with hard knuckles (tactical gloves). These pack a good punch even if you don't have the correct form. Don't have those? Wrist guards for roller skating/skateboarding work kinda like that too. More of a slapping motion, but still hurt like a bitch. Extra points if they're all scuffed up from use and falls.
Bandanas. Somebody might need one for their face or hair, maybe you need to get dirt off somebodyâs face, maybe somebody got injured. Theyâre great for anything and everything.
Cash (try to stick to cash, your card can be tracked)
Medications if you take them. If you get arrested or happen to somehow be away for longer than expected after the protest, itâs always good to have emergency meds
FIRST AID ALL THE FIRST AID (Tourniquet, Quikclot, chest seal, trauma shears, gauze, bandages, duct tape, and all the usual stuff youâd have in there)
Good shoes. Boots and sneakers are your best choices. Not heels, not platforms, not sandals. Good boots or shoes that won't come off your feet too easily when you run. Steel toed shoes are a great option. Your toes won't be squashed, but also it'll hurt someone a lot more if you start kicking.
Spare socks. Trust me. You can use them to stop bleeding if it comes to it, but also you can put rocks in there and boom weapon. Also if the socks you're wearing get wet.
As much covering clothing as you can handle. Plain jeans, plain hoodie, plain t-shirt, keep yourself as anonymous as possible. Black and baggy is best.
Photocopy of your ID, not your real one.
Sunscreen!
Make sure your clothes have pockets, even if you have a bag. You want everything to be easily accessible.
Do not wear contact lenses. If tear gas is used, that will make everything so much worse. Wear your glasses or go blind. If you have overly unique or identifiable frames, goggles are your friend here. Get some goggles that will fit over your frames, preferably ones that are tinted.
If you use mobility aids, cover defining features. Logos, brand names, colors, stickers, all of it. Take some old plain t-shirt and tie it around your wheelchairâs backrest. Wrap your wheelchair frame in cling wrap, then duct tape, or plain black self adhering medical tape. Cover stickers on your cane or crutches the same way. Electric chair? You have a little more work, but you can do it. Wrap it up. Same idea. Walker? Same thing. Cover. It. All.
If you are bringing a bag, make sure that bag is as plain as possible. No pins. No patches. No keychains. Except maybe a pride flag so people know which team you're playing on.
Scarf or keffiyeh if you have one. They have many uses!
Write a reliable phone number (of someone who is not at the protest with you) on your body. On the off chance you get arrested, that is your emergency contact.
Pocket knife.
Pepper spray/mace/bear spray
if you get tear gassed, shake around first before using water. Most tear gas is more of a powder and water has a high likelihood of just spreading it around. (Thank you @actually-a-bread-loaf for this addition!)
Tennis rackets also work wonderfully for chucking tear gas canisters back at those throwing them. Anybody asks, you're going out to play tennis with friends later. Baseball bats also work! (Thank you @azul-nova-24 for this addition!)
Anything you can throw. Soup for my family.
IF YOU CAN, LEAVE YOUR PHONE AT HOME
IF YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT WITH YOU, TURN OFF LOCATION SERVICES ON ALL APPS AND TURN OFF BIOMETRICS (FACE ID AND FINGERPRINT) SO YOU CAN ONLY UNLOCK YOUR PHONE WITH YOUR PASSWORD
COPS CAN FORCE YOU TO OPEN YOUR PHONE WITH YOUR FINGERPRINT OR FACE ID
MAKE SURE SOMEBODY KNOWS GENERALLY WHERE YOU ARE
If you see a potential or active raid, take pictures and note the time and location. Post online if you can, as well.
You have the right to remain silent. State that you wish to remain silent. Avoid giving information about anybody's immigration status. You have the right to refuse to sign anything before speaking to an attorney. You have the right to refuse searches of your car, your home, and yourself. Schools do not collect a child's immigration status.
I do not want to scare anybody, but this is what life is right now. That man does not care how long you have been a citizen of this country. If you are not a white, cisgender, heterosexual, Christian male, you are seen as less than by men in power. You are not less than. You are a threat to them, and they are scared. Keep it that way.
Even if you're not currently protesting, it's good to know this just in case. Things are happening very quickly, and there is a very high chance of it changing very quickly within the next four years.
Here's the link to my post on what to bring in terms of first aid.
If you cannot attend protests, thatâs fine. Do whatâs best for you. Even just reposting information helps.
This is an updated version of this post,
Updated January 27, 2025.
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summary: The soldier has an attachment to you.
warnings: Suggestive 18+ MDNI & Fluff | Fem!reader | Winter Soldier!Bucky | Brief mentions of PTSD | Brief talk of HYDRA | Heavy petting | Love biting/hickeys
a/n: This came to me randomly but thought it was cute and somewhat spicy. I added some fluff to balance it all out and tried to keep the sexy scenes sweet too. I see so many fics of him being super aggressive in bed and those are great, but for me I think he'd be a little more like this. Takes place after the events of CA:TWS. Contains roughly translated Russian, native speakers can correct me if anything was translated wrong. Ty. ;; wc: 5.5k
It was so awkward.
Everyone sat frozen in place, their eyes locked on the imposing figure of the Winter Soldier as he towered behind you, his piercing blue eyes methodically scanning the room and studying each occupant with an intensity that made them shift uncomfortably in their seats.
"Absolutely not!" Tony was the first to break the suffocating silence, his voice sharp and decisive as he beat Steve to speaking by a mere second. There was absolutely no way he would even consider allowing the fist of HYDRA to take up residence in his tower, treating him like he was nothing more than some lost stray that needed sheltering. "He's not staying here, no way in hell - this isn't a halfway house for reformed assassins."
"Tony, come on. HYDRA is gone, their control over him is broken," you reasoned desperately, your voice taking on a pleading tone as you gestured toward the silent figure behind you, "He's been surviving on his own for weeks, barely getting by. Just look at him...he's exhausted, malnourished, and clearly needs somewhere safe to stay and recover."
"Uh, how about no?" Tony fired back, staring at you like you had grown a second head...or like you had a towering sleeper soldier looming behind you.
Tony wasn't your favorite person in the world, but he was usually somewhat reasonable.
"There's absolutely no way that he's staying here. Have you completely lost your mind? What if he suddenly snaps or loses control and goes completely berserk, hm? What if one night those sleeper triggers buried in his brain suddenly activate and he systematically takes us out one by one in our sleep?" Tony added emphatically, his hands gesturing wildly in the air as he attempted to visualize the gruesome scenarios playing out in his mind.
"Your state-of-the-art security cameras can't give us a heads up before that happens?" You asked with dry sarcasm, your tone deliberately flat and unimpressed, clearly making a joke while you tried to find some kind of middle ground that would get the agitated, self-proclaimed playboy to calm down and think rationally.
"No chance in hell, sweet cheeks," he folded his arms and glared at you with sternness that etched across his features. "Too dangerous."
"He's staying, whether you like it or not," you replied in the same unwavering tone, standing your ground with resolute conviction. "He's hurt, weak, completely vulnerable. There's absolutely nothing he could possibly do in this state. He needs somewhere warm and safe to stay, especially since he's been struggling to survive out on the streets for weeks now. Besides, winter is coming fast and thereâs no way he wonât get hypothermia or something." You added with concern, knowing full well that while the soldier hadn't been entirely helpless during his ordeal, he certainly hadn't managed to secure any kind of stable shelter.
His temporary refuges consisted only of cold spaces beneath bridges, dark corners tucked away in forgotten alleys, or the remains of abandoned buildings - not a single place where he could truly let his guard down or feel protected from the harsh elements. With winter's rapid approach and already light dustings of snow, the temperatures would only get more brutal as the nights went on.
You continued to argue with Tony, Steve butting in every so often, luckily siding with you, desperate to have his old friend somewhere safe. It was a long, frustrating argument that lasted much longer than need be.
Earlier that day, while you had been making your way down the frost-covered street of New York's downtown district, his eyes had caught sight of your familiar form. Something deep within him told him to follow you, a magnetic pull that he couldn't explain. He obeyed the instinct, trailing silently behind you all the way back to the tower. When you finally became aware of his presence, he was thoroughly drenched from the steadily falling snow, his cheeks and nose having turned a bright, rosy color from the biting cold as he tried to suppress his constant shivering.
The moment you made your sudden turn to approach him, he visibly startled, immediately taking a defensive step backward as his mind raced through all the possible scenarios and potential threats. His eyes darted across your face with obvious wariness as you fully turned to face him, his entire body subtly shifting its weight from foot to foot, muscles tensed and ready to bolt away.
"It's okay...you look cold..." You spoke softly, your voice barely above a whisper, trying not to startle him as you took in his disheveled appearance. The soldier, the one whose face had practically been plastered across every news channel, the same one Steve had spoken about with such raw emotion in his voice.
You remembered how Steve had mourned his best friend, utterly confused and devastated about why he had saved from the river, while Bucky fell to what should have been his death. Steve held onto that grief, that guilt, like a lifeline. He held onto it so desperately, clinging to the faintest hope that a sliver of Bucky was still somewhere deep inside the persona of the Winter Soldier.
Looking at him now, you couldn't see any trace of the man from Steve's stories - the soldier's eyes were too wild and wide, filled with fear and confusion.
But despite everything you'd heard, despite the destruction you'd witnessed on the news, despite the intense warnings from everyone in the tower, there was something about his presence that didn't trigger your fight or flight response.
He didn't make you feel unsafe.
He looked absolutely beat down, exhausted to his very core, his shoulders slumped in a way that made you wonder when he'd last had a moment's rest. You weren't even sure he could take you down if he tried in this state, though you knew his reputation suggested otherwise. He was shaking from the cold air as it blew in a stinging breeze, his metal arm gleaming dully in what little light remained, while the incoming winter storm brought with it a thick haze and countless tiny pinpricks of needle-like snowflakes that seemed to cut through the air.
"Come inside with me, I'll take care of you." You offered quietly, your voice gentle and reassuring as you extended your hand towards him. Your body language remained open and non-threatening, shoulders relaxed and posture deliberately casual to help put him at ease and to show him you felt no fear.
After a few silent moments where his piercing blue eyes studied you through the thick haze, he finally shifted his weight forward and took a step in your direction.
The water in the shower had set a steady steam in the bathroom, the mirror had fogged and the tiles sweat below your bare feet.
You could hear the gentle splashing of water against the bathtub as he cleaned himself. The mechanical whirring of his metal arm caught your attention, hopefully that thing was waterproof, but it must be, right?
After setting out a fresh towel and clean clothes for his use, you quietly excused yourself to provide him with privacy. The state of his current attire was awful, every piece was thoroughly saturated and carried an unmistakable stench that made you wrinkle your nose. The clothes were in such poor condition that you couldn't help but wonder if they had been scavenged from someone who no longer needed them.
You wouldnât put it past the soldier to steal from a cadaver.
His shower routine was notably brief, years of conditioning taught him to minimize the time spent on his personal care. Upon finishing, he emerged from behind the curtain and efficiently dried himself with the provided towel. His gaze fell upon the fresh clothes you had thoughtfully placed by the sink, while his previous garments had been discreetly removed.
The soldier hesitated momentarily before donning the clean outfit. It wasnât anything fancy, a pair of grey sweatpants emblazoned with the Avenger's logo along the side and a simple yet comfortable black tank top. When he finally emerged from the bathroom to face you, his body language betrayed his uncertainty as he stood there, not sure what to do now. Comfort was completely foreign to him, and care was a dream away.
"Tony finally gave in," you replied softly, your voice sounded in the quiet stillness of the bedroom. "He said you could stay here with us."
He remained motionless, his expression blank and unreadable as he stood there, offering neither response nor the slightest hint of acknowledgement to your words. You werenât sure what to expect but that seemed pretty in character for him at the moment.
"You'll be staying in my quarters since no one else is comfortable having you in their space just yet...but don't worry too much about that," you reassured gently, though you could tell from his demeanor that others' opinions held little weight in his mind. "They'll come around after some time, I'm sure of it."
His gaze fixed upon you then, his brow creasing ever so slightly with an unspoken question as he began to move. Each step was deliberate and measured as he crossed the room, closing the distance between you until he stood directly in front of you, close enough that you could see the water droplets from his freshly washed hair beading at the ends and falling onto the fabric of your top, leaving dark spots where they landed.
"Everything's going to be fine," you said with gentle reassurance, trying to ease the tension in the air. "Why don't we head to the kitchen and get you something to eat? You must be hungry." You offered, hoping to bring some normalcy to the situation.
The soldier shadowed your every movement, following closely behind like a faithful companion who refused to stray from their master's side.
Upon entering the expansive kitchen, you immediately made your way to the industrial-sized refrigerator, searching through its contents for something suitable to offer him. The kitchen was perpetually stocked to the brim with an array of foods, snacks, and ingredients, practically anything one could imagine or desire. It was like having a private, fully-stocked grocery store.
Though with a the ravenous super soldier with enhanced metabolism, the mighty Asgardian god whose appetite matched his status, and Banner's surprisingly hulk-ish consumptionâŠthe team still depleted their food with an efficiency that would put a pack of famished wolves to shame.
"Hm...what should you have...do you want anything specific?" You turned over your shoulder to address him, but he maintained his characteristic silence. Unmoving, and completely stoic, like a statue carved from marble.
"ĐĐ”Ń [No]," came his quiet response, the Russian word rolling off his tongue deeply. He remained perfectly still, observing with careful attention as you continued your search through the refrigerator's contents, trying to determine what would be most appropriate for him to eat. Your mind was working quickly, knowing you wanted to avoid anything too time-consuming to prepare. You wanted to get some food into him sooner rather than later.
"How about...I could make some soup real quick? Tomato and grilled cheese might be a safe option for you. Shouldn't upset your stomach too much if you havenât been eating a lot, and it will warm you up if you're still feeling cold." You turned back toward him once more, studying his features carefully for any hint of reaction or preference to your suggestion, any subtle change in his expression.
But, he didn't provide even the slightest indication of his feelings.
You decided on tomato soup and a grilled cheese anyway, you figured it was best and immediately set to work in the kitchen.
Although you typically prided yourself on preparing meals completely from scratch, this particular circumstance called for something different. You assembled the sandwich, buttering the bread before placing it in a heated pan to get a golden-brown crust while keeping a watchful eye on the pot of soup simmering beside it, occasionally stirring for even heating.
Once everything reached the perfect temperature and consistency, you transferred the meal onto clean dishes, relieved it didnât take too long. You presented him with the steaming bowl of soup and perfectly grilled sandwich, watching as the soldier deliberately took his place at the counter, his eyes fixed intently on the rising steam from the bowl before him.
You watched him, noting how his entire body remained unnaturally rigid and motionless, as though every muscle was locked in place and braced for something. His lips bore a slight sheen of moisture, like he had licked them at some point when you weren't watching. Yet despite his obvious hunger, he hadn't made even the slightest attempt to reach for the food. His eyes held intense longing and hesitation, briefly meeting yours before quickly darting away, as if making eye contact was somehow forbidden.
"What's wrong?" You asked with growing concern etched across your features, "You're hungry aren't you? I can tell you haven't eaten in a while. Especially not anything warm, at least. I know it can be hard out there, all by yourselfâŠ"
His response came in the form of an almost imperceptible nod, his gaze remaining firmly fixed on the bowl and sandwich before him, as though they were the most important and most dangerous objects in the room.
"So why aren't you eating? The food's getting cold, it wonât be as good if it cools too much."
"ĐŻ ĐœĐ” ĐŒĐŸĐłŃ ŃĐŸĐČĐ”ŃŃĐžŃŃ ĐŽĐ”ĐčŃŃĐČОД бДз ĐżŃĐžĐșĐ°Đ·Đ°. [I cannot perform an action without an order]," the soldier responded in barely more than a whisper, his voice carrying the weight of years of conditioning.
You stood there, completely lost in the language barrier between you. Your limited knowledge of Russian extended only to the most basic words - 'ĐŽĐ°' and 'ĐœĐ”Ń' - leaving you clueless by his response and worried about the implications of his behavior.
You didn't want to wake Natasha, even though she would certainly understand what he was saying in Russian, but disturbing her sleep for something as simple as a quick translation seemed unnecessary and might put her in a bad mood. Instead, an idea popped into your head that would avoid an angry widow. You reached for your phone and placed it on the smooth counter surface, navigating to a translator app before looking up at him again. "Can you repeat that?"
The soldier's eyes flickered briefly to the phone screen, taking in the sight of the translation app with what seemed like recognition, before his gaze deliberately returned to the untouched food laid out before him. "I cannot perform an action without an order," he stated in perfect, albeit mechanical English this time.
You blinked in surprise, thoroughly caught off guard by the sudden switch to English when he had been persistently speaking Russian up until this point. "Okay...well...eat then, you can eat freely here, you don't need an order to do that." You slowly tucked your phone away into your pocket as his right hand gradually lifted from where it had been resting in his lap, reaching out to pick up the sandwich.
You weren't sure what you were expecting, but he wolfed down his food within a minute, that sandwich was gone within maybe three bites. The soup swallowed just as fast.
God, he was starving, and the realization made your heart ache.
"Better?" You asked gently, to which he only nodded, swallowing the last of the food in his mouth.
This became routine, the soldier stuck by your side like a duckling imprinting on its mother.
He followed you diligently around every corner of the tower, his protective instincts activated as he positioned himself like an ever-vigilant guardian. His eyes constantly scanned the surroundings, noting how others would cast uncertain and sometimes suspicious glances in his direction.
These looks made him increasingly self-conscious and anxious, as though he were some exotic creature put on display at a zoo for others to gawk at. But in your presence, he seemed a bit more at ease. He genuinely liked being around you.
Gradually, the rigid tension that had defined his existence began to melt away, and he started allowing more intimate gestures of care. He let you gently brush his unruly hair into place, carefully wash his face with warm water, or trim his growing stubble for him.
He accepted these tender ministrations without the slightest resistance or complaint, though a nagging worry lingered in your mind that his compliance stemmed from years of conditioning to submit to others' wishes. Each time you worried about that, youâd see a genuine warmth and contentment in his gaze rather than submission, showing you that he truly found comfort and pleasure in your gentle touch.
It was evening, the room reflected the warm glow of festive holiday lights emanating from a miniature Christmas tree nestled in the corner. The soldier found himself transfixed by the small decorated tree, his eyes lingering on each twinkling light as their vibrant colors danced and shimmered. The sterile, monotonous walls he had grown accustomed to during his confinement were nothing compared to the colorful lights. The gentle play of red, green, and gold seemed to awaken something long dormant within him, he almost wanted to plant himself in front of the tree and just stare at it.
Tony may have allowed his stay, but that didnât mean there werenât restrictions. He was stern about where and when the soldier could go anywhere with you, and he demanded that he not leave your room afterhours. It wasnât hard to follow, the solider showed reluctance to leave your room at all, having been so accustomed to being kept in one room. You didnât push him, but you felt bad for him because he was missing how the tower had been decorated for the holidays. So, you got a smaller tree for the bedroom to provide some kind of festive look for him to take in.
You emerged from the bathroom, wisps of steam following in your wake, your damp hair leaving little droplets on your shoulders as you continued to towel it dry with scrunches. He remained motionless on the edge of your bed, his attention immediately shifting as he turned and blinked up at your approaching figure.
His icy eyes traced a deliberate path across your form, which was barely concealed beneath the thin fabric of your sleep shirt, the hem teasingly brushing against your mid-thigh with each movement. "I am beat," you sighed heavily, your voice carrying the weight of the day's festivities. The marathon of holiday activities had clearly taken its toll, leaving you thoroughly drained. The tower often held an array of things to do because Tony loved to show off what he could afford, and it wasnât like anyone else would object.
He observed with rapt attention as you made your way onto the bed and settled back against the pillows, releasing a deep exhale that seemed to melt away the day's tension. His unwavering gaze remained fixed on the rhythmic, hypnotic motion of your chest rising and falling with each breath.
You felt the bed shift beneath you as he moved, his weight causing the mattress to dip and creak softly. He crawled over to where you lay, his arms positioning themselves on either side of your body, caging you in. Your eyes fluttered open to find him hovering directly above you, his presence overwhelming in its proximity. This was something newâŠhe had always maintained somewhat of a distance before, never daring to position himself so intimately over top of you.
"ĐŻ ŃĐșĐŸĐŒĐżŃĐŸĐŒĐ”ŃĐžŃĐŸĐČĐ°Đœ. [I'm compromised]," the soldier spoke in a hushed tone, his voice carrying that distinctive gravelly pitch that made you feel tingly. The tension between you had become damned near impossible to ignore. What had started as a subtle pull had grown into an overwhelming force of attraction that seemed to draw you both together like magnets.
Still, you forced yourself to hold back, maintaining that last thread of restraint. You had no way of knowing the depth of his emotional capacity, if he was even capable of genuine feelings, or wanted to experience them at all after everything he endured.
"Soldat...?" The whispered word escaped your lips as you noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor, the way his muscles tensed as he remained suspended above you, perfectly still. "You know I don't understand-"
"I am compromised," he repeated, switching to English this time. His voice had dropped even lower, carrying an edge of frustration that vibrated through the minimal space between your bodies.
"Comprom..." You sat up slowly on your elbows and shook your head in confusion, your brow furrowed as you tried to process his words. Thatâs what youâd say about a machine or computer, not a man. "What are you talking about?" Your eyes wandered downward, suddenly drawn to an unmistakable tent in his fitted briefs that became obvious from your new viewing angle, causing you to freeze in place as your breath caught in your throat.
So, he could feel things.
"Oh..." You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you remained frozen in place, your cheeks growing warm. "I think I understand now...you're feeling a bit pent up, aren't you?"
His metal arm whirred softly, the sophisticated machinery humming as he moved to adjust his hand placement. "ĐĐ°. [Yes]," he responded in a low voice, his gleaming titanium fingertips delicately ghosted across the bare skin of your thigh, just barely grazing beneath the hem of your thin sleep shirt. Goosebumps erupted along your body in response to the contact, the cool metal sudden against your flushed skin.
"ĐĐœĐ” ĐœĐ” ĐœŃĐ°ĐČĐžŃŃŃ ĐŽĐ”Đ»ĐžŃŃŃŃ ĐČĐ°ŃĐžĐŒ ĐČĐœĐžĐŒĐ°ĐœĐžĐ”ĐŒ. [I don't like sharing your attention]," he muttered with an undertone of possession, his lips curling into a slight frown as he gradually leaned closer to you. His silken hair delicately tickled your face as he slowly lowered himself, the tips of your noses barely grazing against each other in an intimate gesture. His lips parted ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of anticipation before he dipped his head down, warm lips pressing a tender, lingering kiss to your jawline.
You swallowed reflexively, your breath catching in your throat as you felt his warm, steady breath caress your sensitive skin, sending a visible shudder of growing excitement through your body.
He continued his gentle exploration, encouraged by your acceptance and the absence of any resistance. He pressed a trail of soft, purposeful kisses along the curve of your jaw, each one more intimate than the last, before gradually working his way down to your neck. His lips carefully followed the rhythmic flutter of your pulse beneath your skin, his tongue peeking out shyly to touch against you.
"Ah-" You voiced softly, feeling him settle on a particularly sensitive spot, right against the delicate side of your neck. It was nestled perfectly between the graceful junction where your neck connected to your collarbone, the skin there warm and inviting, holding a faint trace of blood flow from the intricate network of smaller veins positioned just beneath the surface.
He kissed many times with increasing intensity, clearly finding this spot ideal for his attentions. The soft, tentative pecks gradually became more passionate, open-mouthed kisses as each one was placed. His tongue began gently pressing against your skin with each lingering kiss, the pressure slowly growing in need. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth when he finally latched on, your eyes widening in surprise as the soldier's strong arms held you a little tighter.
Soldat began to suckle a mark, his ministrations gentle and teasing at first, but quickly growing in force and intensity as his skilled tongue swirled expertly around the trapped skin between his lips and teeth. The sensation drew a breathy moan from deep within you, making your entire body feel as though it were engulfed in flames of desire. Though you were completely helpless beneath the assassin, you had absolutely no intention or desire to push him away.
This felt too damned good.
Without thinking, your leg came up and hooked around his hips, drawing him closer until your bodies were flush against each other. The heat between you grew and you felt his painful erection trapped in his briefs, straining against the fabric as his arousal was staining them. Soldat exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening possessively, but he did not let go.
His suckling grew increasingly intense, the sensitive skin tingling and starting to sting and burn with each passing moment. Still, he didn't release the bruised skin just yet.
Instead, he just bit down harder, ensuring the mark he left would last for days. You moaned loudly, your fingers gently tangling in his thick hair as your pleasured sounds encouraged his attention. He became more attentive when your little sounds of pleasure turned into sharp, quiet hisses - clearly indicating that the sensation had crossed from pleasure into discomfort, silently telling him to ease off.
When he did finally relent, he pulled back to admire his handiwork, looking down at the deep purple mark blooming on your neck. His breath came in heavy pants through his parted lips as he stayed quiet, watching intently as you struggled to catch your own breath too. The sight of you beneath him, disheveled and vulnerable, with flushed skin and labored breathing, was enough to draw him right back in.
He dipped back down with renewed hunger, his metal hand slowly threading through your hair before gently fisting it at the base of your skull, though his careful control ensured it wasnât painful, just firm. He tugged just enough to guide your movement, encouraging you to expose more of your neck to his hungry gaze.
"E-easy..." You whispered, a note of anxious anticipation in your voice. You wanted more, god you wanted more, but his sudden change of behavior was a bit surprising for you.
"ĐĐŸĐœŃĐ». [Understood]," he whispered against your skin, pressing a soft kiss of reassurance to your jaw before returning his attention to your neck. Those soft kisses began again, trailing along your skin, but his restraint didn't last long as he quickly sought a new canvas for another mark. He latched onto a spot just a little bit higher on your neck, alternating between sucking and carefully controlled bites to gradually darken and bruise the sensitive flesh.
You felt bite after delicious bite, hickey after possessive hickey.
He marked the tender flesh of your neck in several deep, purple marks that bloomed like violent flowers across your skin...each one throbbing with a sweet ache when he pulled away. His tongue always swirled over the mark with care to soothe the sting of it, making you arch into his touch as you fell into a complete daze.
"S-Soldat," you muttered breathlessly, cheeks flushed crimson and eyelids heavy with desire. Your pupils matched his own - completely blown with hunger and desperate need. Those bermuda swirls meeting yours as he continued a torturously slow trail of hot kisses down your chest, nipping your collarbone with just enough pressure to make you gasp before following the gentle dip of your sternum.
He paused deliberately, pulling up so he could lift the thin sleep shirt over you and expose more of your bare chest to his hungry gaze, giving him better access for his heated kisses and teasing nips. Once your top was discarded somewhere on the floor, his hands gently but firmly held your sides, trailing up with reverent touches until settling against your ribcage. His larger hands completely encompassed your torso, making you feel small but protected.
The soldier was absolutely transfixed at the sight of your breasts, eyeing the soft mounds and peaked nipples as they hardened in the cool air, growing increasingly sensitive and rosy with your mounting arousal. It was like he was completely mesmerized by the sight before him, the fucking Winter Soldier, the most dangerous assassin in history, stopped dead in his tracks at the mere sight of your bare breasts.
You felt in charge now.
"What is it? Do you like them?" you purred softly to the soldier, your body swaying in a deliberately teasing motion that made them gently move. His eyes remained fixed, drinking in the sight before him as his lips parted ever so slightly. Slowly, his head tilted down again, surrendering to the moment. He let his face nestle against your chest, his lips trailing a constellation of unhurried kisses across your skin.
He began to nip and suckle the tender skin of your breasts, his mouth working to create deep, purple love bites on that delicate flesh. The bruising blossomed easily beneath his ministrations, almost like they were eager to show themselves.
His lips would find a promising spot, then he would begin lapping at the skin with gentle strokes of his tongue until he felt you squirming. The soldier took the sensitized flesh carefully between his teeth, rolling the captured skin while his talented muscle swirled and sucked.
Your chest displayed his passionate handiwork when he finally drew back to admire his creation. The plum-colored bruises created an intimate pattern across your skin, their rich hues made even more striking by the soft glow of the holiday lights that danced through the room, highlighting each carefully placed love bite until they seemed to shimmer like twilight stars against your flesh.
"Soldat...I think you covered enough surface area," you breathed, feeling overwhelmed by the intense throbbing that radiated from each mark he'd left. The sensation pulsed in waves across your skin, making it difficult to focus. Your neck was thoroughly covered in the passionate marks, and now your chest bore an equally impressive collection.
The soldier gazed down at you with intensely, his eyes taking in each little sugar plum bruise that decorated your skin like a masterpiece. Though they were scattered without any deliberate pattern, the overall effect clearly pleased him. You lay there looking thoroughly affected by his attention, hair mussed and breathing uneven, cheeks beautifully darkened with a dust of blush, just from his careful application of bites alone. The sight of you in such a state, marked so thoroughly, brought deep set satisfaction in his gut.
"ĐĐŸŃ ŃДпДŃŃ. [Mine now]," he muttered softly, his warm breath ghosting across your skin as his lips hovered mere millimeters from your own. The almost-kiss was delicate, just the faintest brush of contact that sent electricity dancing through your nerves. He almost seemed nervous to close that final distance, his confidence faltering despite the passionate trail of marks he had already left scattered across your skin.
He drew back slightly, seemingly snapping out of a trance, and you could see the vulnerability written plainly across his features as that nervousness flickered in his eyes. Shifting his weight, he settled back onto the bed, his right hand finding your knee and tracing gentle, soothing circles there with his thumb. The tender gesture matched his hushed voice as he spoke, "ĐŻ ĐœĐ” Ń
ĐŸŃŃ ĐžĐŽŃĐž ĐŽĐ°Đ»ŃŃĐ”. [I don't want to go any further]," the words carrying both certainty and a hint of apology.
Your brow furrowed deeply as you struggled to understand what he was trying to stay, the confusion evident in the slight crease between your eyebrows and the questioning tilt of your head. You really needed to study Russian. "Do you not want to continue?" you asked slowly and carefully, focusing more on interpreting the subtle nuances in his tone rather than trying to parse the exact words he was using.
His facial expression held hesitance and uncertainty, the slight downturn of his lips and the way his eyes wouldn't quite meet yours telling you what you needed to know. Body language was his primary mode of genuine communication, and you had become very good at reading these silent signals he unconsciously broadcast.
"It's okay, we can stop," you replied with a reassuring tone, making sure to keep your voice soft to help dissipate any lingering tension he might be feeling. "Let's just lay here, okay? We can cuddle without any kind of pressure to do anything else, if you want." You offered with a warm smile, wanting him to feel that his comfort and boundaries were completely respected and that there was no expectation or obligation to continue.
This was a lot of good progress with him, you typically just cuddled or he kept to his side of the bed but he had shown you a lot of sweet affection tonight, and you loved it, it meant he was growing more confident in himself and your relationship. The evidence of his passionate yet tender attention remained visible in the form of gentle, plum-colored marks that decorated your neck and chest as you lay beside him, watching as his silent form trembled slightly beneath the heavy warmth of the thick blankets that enveloped you both.
You opened your arms, offering him a warmer space, and he quickly scooted forward, tucking himself against you. Prone to being cold, he liked being under many layers of blankets, so you made sure to provide plenty for him to not only feel warm but secure. Plus...having you to hold him always helped.
Without the worry of being a soldier, he could rest easy like this.
Thanks for reading. -em đż
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plsplsplspl soft intimate sex with satoru:(
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âđđ đđđđ. gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. unprotected. praise kink. spooning position. crÄampie. cĆckwarming. reader gets called âbaby, pretty, sweetheart, princessâ
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âitâs okay, baby, i know,â satoru whispers words of comfort in your ear from behind. one of his arms is wrapped around your waist to keep your body close, the other circles your thigh, holding up your leg so his cock could slide in and out smoothly.
youâve both just woken up from an afternoon nap, needy for each otherâs touch. your loverâs raspy voice paired with his bedhead has been an irresistible combination.
satoru wasted no time in pulling your shorts down and freeing his erection from its confines. he went from rolling his hips against the fat of your ass and fondling your tits under your shirt, to burying his fat dick all the way up your cunt.
heâs so softâso caring. his butterfly kisses make you drowsy again, the tingly sensations running from your face to your nape, and back down to your shoulders and upper arms. âlet it out, yeahâgood girl. donât be shy,â satoru chuckles softly as he grinds his cock upwards, tip prodding at that sweet spot that makes your toes curl.
your eyes are half-lidded and blurry. youâre feeling so good and loved, so pleased and happy to have a partner like him. âright there, âtoru,â you whimper quietly once you feel the head of his dick rub back and forth on the deepest parts of your velvety insides. satoru happily obliges, hugging your body even tighter to his chest before burying his face into the crook of your neck.
âhere, baby?â the white-haired man asks, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine as it ghosts over your skin. he keeps his dick balls deep inside you and switches to slow and shallow strokes, âyâre so pretty. you always know jusâ how to take it. so, so, so good.â
your hands are scrambling to hold onto the white sheets. you canât physically take the amount of pleasure youâre getting, that inevitable peak gets closer and closer. your hips involuntarily jolt back against satoru, reciprocating his gentle thrusts. a big hand reaches out to yours thatâs tugging at the covers, slender fingers intertwining with your own.
âmâsgood,â you mumble incoherently through a soft whimper. your back is positioned in a nasty arch that makes satoruâs dick tingle. he sighs against your nape before allowing his tongue to wet the skin, sucking on the same spot soon after. he does the same to your sensitive ears and neckâcovering you with his love while also filling your body with the same.
satoru holds your hand tightly, squeezing it every now and then to reassure you. âi love you so much, yâknow that, right?â he says in a gentle tone. heâs confessed his love to you so many times before, though he always makes it sound like itâs his first time doing so.
âiâm never letting you go, ever,â your partner promises before leaning over your shoulder to catch your lips in a kiss. satoruâs tongue sweeps over your bottom lip before rolling around in your warm mouth. his hips donât stop, cock repeatedly appearing and disappearing inside of your pussy. the pace never escalates to make the moment last longer.
âmhmmâ wanna b-be with you forever,â you mutter against his glossy lips, feeling safe and protected in satoruâs embrace like this. all youâre feeling, hearing and smelling is him. thatâs what peace is for you. as long as you got him, youâre going to be just fine.
satoru smiles at your words. you feel so perfect around him, your cunt molded to fit his cock whenever he pleases, remembering its shape and allowing it to ruin your insides. âof course, sweets. iâll treat you so well, âkay? you can count on me,â he comforts you with a forehead kiss.
âpretty girl. youâre perfect,â satoru continues to praise you like no other. his free hand runs over the small of your back and back to your thigh, keeping a gap between them so his cock can move a bit more freely. âlet me hear your cute moans, câmon. fuck, yâ turn me on so much,â he sighs, not knowing what heâd do without you.
satoru is obsessed with all of you. the combination of your personality and looks is heavenly. his lips never stop distracting you, his tender kisses covering your entire upper body. the lovey dovey atmosphere in the room never dulls even once.
âah, âtoruu, hnghhâcanât last fâ any longer,â you moan, your eyes nearly rolling back. your lover is all the evidence needed to let you know that sex doesnât have to be rough to be good. he can make you cum for an infinite amount of times by simply grinding his hips against youâchanging his techniques every now and then.
rolling his hips in small circles or simply pressing his cock all the way inside your cunt and then prodding at your sweet spots, is all whatâs needed to make you feel like youâre on cloud nine.
âaww, my poor baby. canât hold it in fâme?â satoru pouts before kissing your temples lovingly. he caresses your hip, other hand still not letting go of your hand. thereâs such a deep connection between you twoâno one can ever sever it. that strong bond feels more intimate when youâre merged into one like this.
ânooo, canât,â you shake your head and whine about how close you are. satoru nods at your needy words and dips a hand down to rub your clit. his middle and ring finger move around the small bundle of nerves in circles. âkhehe, thatâs okay. letâs cum together,â he whispers as kisses find their way down your jawline.
you hum in agreement, little moans filling satoruâs ears as you get closer to your climax. your body trembles and heats up, your tummy tingles and tenses up. satoruâs in the same situation as you, his low moans turning into hisses and even quiet whines against the skin of your shoulder.
he holds you close, preparing both of you to reach your long awaited releases. âshâshit, âm gânna pull out, babyâgive me a second,â you hear him whimper under his breath as his hand tightens its grip around yours. heâs nearly crushing your bones.
you donât give him time to even think of pulling his cock out. you want to relive the sensation of having his seed spread inside of your cunt, overflowing until itâs dirtying the sheets. âno- âtoru. inside, please,â you beg quietly as your pussy locks around his cock. your walls cling onto his dick, yearning to milk his heavy balls dry of every drop.
satoru gasps and hisses, trying to speak up, but getting overpowered by his own noises of desperation. âfuck, all right, princess. as you wish,â his voice is husky and deep as he pushes his cock in to the base before dumping his load inside you.
ropes of hot cum come out quickly, one after the other, filling you with a hot creamy liquid. you can feel every drop being drained inside your spasming cunt. your own cum mixes with his, creating a lewd mess between your thighs.
âth-thank you,â you whisper tiredly. your body relaxes in satoruâs embrace. youâre trembling due to the intense aftershocks and your lover wastes no time into kissing it better. your forehead is peppered with small pecks, the rest of your face following.
satoru giggles at your fucked out state. he gives you a head pat and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. you can feel him grinning uncontrollably against your skinâthe joy emitting from him is contagious.
âany time,â he sighs. you can feel his cock softening after that release, still nestled deep inside of you. he has no intention of pulling out, especially since itâs so comfortable. you let him cum inside you and thus heâll do everything to keep that hot load buried deep inside your cunt.
you can nearly fall asleep like this with satoru. you have zero complains and simply need to relax after what just happened. perhaps take another nap or two.
the white-haired man kisses your shoulder and rubs your lower tummy, enjoying the softness, âiâm gonna prepare us a warm, relaxing bath in a second. letâs just cuddle some more, baby.â
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I miss designationless reader so hereâs a throwaway thought that has indeed been talked about before:
John wasnât expecting it.
Youâd been curled up against him on the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles along your back. It was nothing out of the ordinary- just another evening where he took care of you. He was warm, steady, protective. It was second nature.
And then, with a sleepy sigh, you murmured. âYouâre such a good Alpha, John.â
His body locked up. His chest rumbled with a deep, involuntary purr, the praise settling over him like a heavy, addictive drug. His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer as if he could absorb the words into his very being.
âYeah?â His voice was rough, deeper than usual, tinged with something dark and so very pleased. âThat right, love?â
You nodded drowsily, your own eyes closed and unaware of the way his pupils had dilated.
His jaw clenched. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to take a slow breath, to keep his instincts in check. But fuck, hearing that from you- from his scentless darling who didnât even understand what it meant- was dangerous.
He nuzzled into your hair, inhaling the faintest traces of warmth and home and the nest that clung to your skin. His lips brushed against your temple, voice thick and quiet when he spoke quietly. âThatâs right, sweetheart. Iâm your Alpha. Always.â
It didnât end at just John, of course. You had no idea what you were doing to Ghost, either.
He had you pinned against the training mats, his forearm braced beside your head, his weight hovering just enough to keep you trapped without crushing you. Your chest rose and fell in quick little breaths, your limbs trembling from exhaustion after heâd spent the last two hours running you through drills.
He was just about to push himself up, about to offer you a hand and call it a day-
But then you exhaled, all soft and warm beneath him now, and huffed. âYouâre such a good Alpha, Simon. And a good sparring partner.â
He froze.
For a full five seconds, he didnât move, didnât breathe. A deep, wrecked sound rumbled from his chest, his pupils blown wide. His fingers twitched against the mat, and it took everything in him not to sink down, not to press himself into you and take what his instincts so desperately wanted.
His head dipped, nose brushing against your jaw, and his voice came out hoarse. âSay that again.â
You blinked up at him, lips parted in confusion. âHuh?â
His breath hitched. Fuck. You didnât even realize.
His body was vibrating, his muscles locked in place as he forced himself to lift away from you, to put space between you before he did something stupid. He barely managed a rough, âNothing,â before pulling you to your feet and all but shoving you out of the gym.
He needed to calm the fuck down.
And then for Soap, it happened in the middle of a mission.
You were perched on a rooftop with him, lying low as he set up the overwatch position. The others were moving in, and he watched their backs.
His focus was sharp, fingers steady as he adjusted his scope, tracking movement below. He was good at this- at spotting danger before it could reach his pack, at keeping them safe. It was instinct.
And then your voice, quiet, cut through the tense silence. Would his reaction be like Simon and Johnâs, you wondered?
âYouâre such a good Beta, Johnny.â
His breath caught. His hands tightened around the rifle. Heat crawled up the back of his neck, spreading to the tips of his ears, and he had to blink rapidly to keep himself from losing focus.
A slow, giddy grin crept across his face. âAye, lass? Yâthink so?â
You hummed. âMhm. You always watch out for everyone. Itâs nice.â
His chest ached. His heart pounded so hard he was sure the others could hear it through comms. His fingers flexed against the rifle as a shiver ran down his spine.
âFuckâs sake.â He muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a helpless laugh.
He and his pack were never letting you go.
Lastly- Gaz.
It was late, and the two of you were alone. The others had already gone to bed, but you and Gaz had stayed up, quietly chatting as he helped you patch up a few scrapes from training.
He was careful, his touch gentle as he smoothed ointment over your skin and wrapped the bandages with practiced ease. His brow furrowed in concentration, lips slightly parted as he focused.
You watched him for a moment, something warm blooming in your chest. MaybeâŠ
âYouâre such a good Omega, Kyle. Thank you for taking care of me.â
He stilled, much like Ghost had done.
His fingers faltered against your arm, breath hitching sharply. His eyes snapped up to yours, wide and dark, and for a moment, he just stared at you, as if trying to decipher whether you meant to say that.
And then, very slowly, a shaky exhale left his lips. His head dipped, his nose brushing against the side of your throat, and a low, satisfied purr rumbled from deep within his chest.
âGod,â he groaned, thick and hoarse. âYou canât just say things like that, dove.â
You blinked, hiding your grin. âWhy not?â
His grip on your wrist tightened, just a little. He took a slow breath, scenting you out of pure instinct, even though you had no scent to take in. âBecause,â he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, âit makes me wanna keep you all to myself. Come on, up- we are going to the nest.â
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Colonel's Girl
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Youâre the young army nurse on base and König decides to keep a protective eye on you. You donât mind at all, the Colonel is sweet and safe - until he isnât.
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tags: military inaccuracies, blood and injury, angst, smut, oral sex, vaginal sex
This was your first time on a real military base. Youâd done field medic training of course, but this was the first time in your career as an army nurse that youâd been shipped out to base, far from home, calling a tiny bunk room your own in a building full of rowdy young recruits.Â
Their daily training brought them to you constantly with scrapes and bruises and concussions. They were feisty, adrenaline-fuelled young men, and you were one of the few women on base. The catcalling and the leering didnât surprise you, even if it was unwelcome.Â
âWhat time do you get off, darlinâ?â Private Turner drawled in a cockney accent as you applied butterfly stitches to a bleeding split across his eyebrow. âMaybe I can come to your room and we can keep each other company-â
âTurner!â It was barked, a stern command from an accented voice. The private paled as Colonel König stomped into your clinic, and you blushed. König was a very imposing man. He was at least 6â9 by your reckoning, and just as broad, in his late 30s or early 40s with a thick Austrian accent. His years of military training had given him a thick, muscular frame, with his broad thighs barely contained in cargo trousers and steel-capped boots on his feet, a black tee stretched over his chest and biceps the size of your torso. You knew what he looked like under that hood, square jawed and piercing blue eyes, but today heâd kept it on, his eyes framed and dark. It was no surprise you blushed whenever you saw him.
âColonel?â He stood and turned. His voice held none of its previous bravado. Next to König, he looked like a mere boy.
âTwo weeks of toilet cleaning duty.â König said gruffly, âand if I catch you using that kind of language again, it will be a month. Understood?â
Turner slumped. âYes, sir.â
âGet out of my sight.â
Turner, chastised, scampered out of your clinic without looking at you.
König turned his hulking form towards you and actually had to look down to greet you.Â
âPardon, maâam. He wonât step out of line again.â
Maâam . Your blush deepened. You gave him a small, nervous smile.Â
âThank you, Colonel, thatâs very kind of you.â
âThese boys donât know yet how to respect a lady, but they will.â
âOnce youâre done with them?â You smiled playfully.
âIf I have done my job correctly.â He said kindly, before turning on his heel and leaving swiftly. You giggled.Â
You didnât see much of König at the start of training, his rank and his experience meant that he didnât end up in your clinic as much as his recruits did, but when you did pass each other in the hall or by exchanging paperwork, he was nothing less than a courteous and charming gentleman. It seemed bizarre, considering youâd heard tell that he was a brawling killing machine out on the field, but he could switch from barking stiff orders to giving you a gentle smile that made you blush in the blink of an eye. You had to routinely remind yourself that this didnât make you special, he was just being respectful, and you werenât used to that. It didnât matter that he was a soldier, or nearly twice your age, it didnât take you long to develop a crush on the handsome and mysterious Austrian.Â
A few days later and you were stood in line to the mess hall. It was breakfast, and youâd seen the black pudding in the warming trays as soon as youâd stepped in. You were practically salivating as you waited, it wasnât often you got a creature comfort like this - something that reminded you of home - on base.
âNot often we get this kind of luxury, eh, miss?â You recognised the coarse accent before you turned. Lieutenant Riley had joined you in the line, a balaclava covering his face. You knew him a little, the infamous Ghost. Youâd crossed paths with the 141 on occasion, and you knew Riley, sometimes even Captain Price, dropped into the base to provide training or engage your services. It wasnât out of the ordinary for him to make polite conversation with you. In fact, it seemed the norm here. The high rankers felt a bit sorry for you, while the recruits made you feel like a piece of meat or an object of ridicule.Â
You didnât mind much, you were here to do a job, and you kept to yourself mostly anyway, but the offer of friendship was much appreciated.Â
You smiled a little shyly in return. âI know, right? I hope the black pudding doesnât go too quickly. Iâve been thinking about it all morning.â
âA girl after my own heart.â The lieutenant chuckled. In front of you, two privates who had been turning around to eavesdrop on the conversation - more to get a look at Ghost, than you, you understood - burst into laughing at your admission. Your ears turned red and you wished youâd never opened your mouth.
Riley didnât seem to notice, he was holding his gloved hand out to König, who had somehow appeared next to him in the line since youâd looked away. You actually had to do a double take. For a near seven foot slab of muscle, he was stealthy when he wanted to be.Â
The two of them talked among themselves in low voices and you left them to it, knowing you didnât particularly want to hear the contents of whatever they needed to discuss.
You reached the front of the line and the private in front of you - the one who had laughed - piled his tray high with black pudding until the warming tray was empty. He turned and smirked mockingly at you.
âYou can have my sausage, darlinâ, if you ask nicely.â At least three recruits laughed. You wanted to shrink down so small you stopped existing altogether.
Königâs brick hand clamped around the privateâs tray and wrenched it easily from his grip.
âSir-my breakfastâŠâ
âGet out of the line, or I will feed you my fist.â König didnât even raise his voice, the cold delivery had the private skulking off empty handed. König placed the tray back onto the counter and then he turned to you.Â
âHelp yourself, maâam.âÂ
âOh.â Your cheeks were crimson. He cocked his head, his eyes, the only part of his face visible through his black hood, looked amused. It wasnât unkind. âT-thank you.âÂ
König tipped his hood towards you before turning his attention back to Riley, and the pair of them moved off to a separate table. You sat by yourself, chewing your black pudding, and smiling like an idiot.Â
You glanced over to König a few times more than you would like to admit. He put you at ease, thatâs what it came down to, it gave you a confidence you didnât usually have around military men.Â
It was that very ease that left you wholly unprepared for the following week.
It was ballistics training out on the grounds, and you caught wind of an accident halfway through your sandwich.
âCome quick!â An officer skidded into your office, âthereâs been an accident - potential fatality.â
You cursed, and gathered your supplies, before following him out of your clinic and out onto the training ground. Recruits stood nervously holding rifles, their half-shot targets abandoned. A young recruit was wailing on the ground, another kneeling beside him and pressing against his belly with a jacket, there was blood on the sand.Â
König was towering over a young private - the same young man who had laughed at you in the mess hall, you briefly noted - and barking bloody murder in his terrified face. It took you more than a moment to realise that König wasnât actually speaking German, you could just barely make a word out in his fury.Â
It was easy to tune out, youâd been out in the field before, and turn your attention to your patient. You knelt beside the terrified looking private stemming the bleeding, and carefully lifted his jacket to look at his wound while the young man screamed.
âYouâre going to be okay.â You said confidently, calmly. âItâs nothing we canât stitch up. Private, keep putting pressure on the wound, just like this, youâre doing a good job.â Just this once, you were obeyed without question.Â
âI will have you court-martialed, dummkopf, you could have killed him. You come onto my base, you do not listen to a word I say, and now you attack my men? You sorry piece of -â
âKönig,â you cut through the accented remonstration, pulling bandages from your bag, âI need your men to carry him to my clinic immediately, then you have to-â
König turned swiftly to you, those bright blue eyes visibly narrowed in the slits of his hood. âDo not fucking give me orders, nurse.â He seethed, voice ice cold with rage, fists clenched and towering over you. âYou address me as Colonel, you little girl.â The white hot fury in his eyes matched the venom in his voice. You baulked, in fear, in surprise, horrified to realise tears were gathering in your eyes. You looked back down on the man in your arms and forced yourself to regain your composure.
âI need to get him to my clinic, I canât lift him myself.â Your voice was steady, if muted, throwing your gaze over your shoulder at König and the recruits staring at you. âPlease, colonel .â
König turned from you and began barking your orders at his men and within moments, your patient was being carried between three recruits back to your clinic. You turned and rushed after them. You extracted the bullet from his ribs and sewed up the damage as numbly as you treated any one of your patients. You left your makeshift surgery room with bloody hands and sweat on your forehead, surprised to find König leaning against the wall in your waiting room. Heâd stripped out of his uniform to a simple pair of combat trousers and a black shirt that looked like it was losing a fight with his bicep muscles. His hood was held lax in his hand, giving you a rare glimpse at his face. It was no surprise to you that he looked exhausted. He pushed himself from the wall when you entered. Like a gentleman , you thought bitterly.
âWill he live?â He asked you, his voice soft. It was just like every other interaction youâd had on base.Â
âIt was a flesh wound. Heâll be fine, Colonel.â Your words were stiff, and you walked straight past him without even a glance, feeling like a complete idiot that youâd ever thought he might treat you with the slightest bit of respect. You were angry until the adrenaline wore off, then you cried in your bed.
The recruit, Jenkins, pulled through the night, and the next day he was airlifted to the nearest hospital. The accidental shooter was gone, and you didnât care to ask what had happened. Training was halted for a few days as a result and you had a quiet week, but you werenât complaining, as you now had a mountainous amount of paperwork to complete. You were grateful when you were able to file the heft of paper into your pigeon hole to be sent off, and rewarded yourself with a sit down in the breakroom to the main office.
You looked up on instinct more than anything when the door opened. König walked in, in combat boots and a military vest, his hood over his eyes and helmet strapped to his head, like heâd just come straight from deployment. He glanced at you with tired blue eyes, but all you could see was the fury in them when heâd scared you the week before. You felt stupid for thinking someone like König would ever be nice to you. You were just the idiot girl on base.
âMorning, maâam.â He said pleasantly when he saw you, slipping one hand into his trouser pocket as he poured himself coffee from the pot on the table.
âHey.â You replied, voice flat, suddenly finding your nails remarkably interesting.
âIs everything okay?â
âFine.â Another one word answer. You still werenât looking at him.Â
König shifted uneasily. The atmosphere in the room changed. Of course it did, he was used to you being a blushy, smiling, pathetic mess for him.Â
Concerned, König crossed the small space to you. He didnât sit. From what you could see from your lowered head, his hand was no longer in his pocket.
âIf this is about what happenedâŠyou did well, Jenkins will recover.â
âI know I did fine.â You genuinely didnât mean to snap. âI donât need you to tell me that.â
The conversation went dead, the atmosphere was palpable. You didnât know whether it was his culture, or his military status, but König went right to the point.
âHave I offended you?â
Was he being willfully obstinate? You felt your humiliated aggravation grow. Well, you were in it now.
âJust leave me alone.â
There was a pause. And then another. Neither of you moved.
âAs you wish.â
He left swiftly after that, and you finally looked up at the empty room. You felt relieved, but also hollow. It was almost like youâd done something wrong. But you hadnât, had you? Königâs coffee was abandoned on the table.
König left you alone, and that pissed you off even more. He walked past you in the mess hall, he didnât glance down to smile at you anymore, he didnât come into the clinic, even though you secretly hoped he would. Your self-esteem was pretty much on the floor after that, and the base got just that little bit lonelier.
Two recruits barrelled into your office a few days later, one had a busted lip and they both had black eyes. They'd clearly been in a fight, but whether that was with each other, or someone else, you didnât care to ask. You stayed quiet as you applied butterfly stitches to their cuts, and they were happy enough to complain between themselves.
âYouâre a dickhead, Williams, the Colonelâs gonna fucking kill us.âÂ
âRelax, heâs not going to know.â
âHeâs been such a dick lately. He put Taylor on shit detail for a fortnight for having his shoelace untied.â
âProbably because he has to look at your fucking ugly mug every day.â
âYouâre done.â You cut across. âYou can go.â
They thanked you and left, and you were grateful to get the foul mouthed privates out of your office.Â
It was getting dark outside and you were tired. You left your clinic and crossed the training ground to the mess hall. There were still soldiers out here, practising hand to hand combat under the floodlights. You gave them a wide berth. Â
You didnât see the abandoned dummy grenade wedged in the sand until your foot hooked around it and you vaulted over with an unladylike grunt.Â
A large hand curled around your wrist and stilled you before you ate dirt. You cursed under your breath and turned inward. König was towering above you, your wrist positively dwarfed by his gloved hand. His hood obscured his face, shrouding him in the darkness behind him, all except those bright eyes looking down on you.
âYou should be more careful.â He grunted, releasing your wrist.
Your eyes hit the ground and you mumbled a hasty âsorryâ before you scampered away to the mess hall. König watched your retreating back as you left.
The next few days passed uneventfully. You worked, you ate, you slept, you called home. The clinic was surprisingly empty. You wondered if the recruits were finally becoming competent enough that they didnât need you every five seconds. You signed off your discharge sheets for the day and headed to the main office to dump them in the output box. You were surprised to find König in there, sans hood, rifling through a box of papers on the desk. He glanced up when he saw you and his expression wilted. He looked back into the box.Â
âIâll be out of your hair in a second.â He said. âI just need to find the instruction manual for the - s cheiĂe .â The papers in his hand fluttered to the ground. He bent down to retrieve them and winced, arm circling his broad torso.Â
You frowned and took a step closer to him.
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked.Â
âNothing.â He replied instantly as he straightened. His movements were slower than usual.Â
âIt doesnât look like nothing, König, it looks like cracked ribs.â
âItâs fine, really.â
You put your discharge forms on the desk and walked up to him. âLift your shirt.â
König sighed but complied after a moment. He lifted his dark tee to his pectorals. His deep abdominal muscles rose and fell under his breathing and you found your cheeks reddening under the sight. A makeshift bandage was wrapped around his torso, and you reached out and lifted it. His skin was like lava against your fingers. He didnât say a word as you lifted the bandage but he may have winced when your eyes widened. The right hand side of his ribcage was purple with deep bruising and lacerated with deep and shallow cuts alike, some were healing, and some were leaving blood stains on the inside of the bandage.Â
âOh my god, what happened?â
âNothing.â König grunted. âMachine gun training. One of the recruits lost control of the barrel and clocked me in the ribs. It is just a scratch.â
âThis cut needs stitches.â You said automatically, tracing the underside of the welt with your fingertip. König jolted and you took your hand away. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to hurt you-â
âYou didnât.â He replied.
âI have cream thatâll reduce this bruising too-â König huffed and you looked up at him. You couldnât quite decipher the expression on his face. He might as well have been wearing his hood.
âIt is fine.â He said. âThe bruising has disappeared a lot in the last few daysâŠâ
â Days ?â You blinked. âDays, König? You canât have been walking around like this for days. Why didnât you come to me?â
There was a pause. He was trying to avoid your gaze.
âYou told me to leave you alone.â
âKönig,â it was reprimanding, reproachful, your eyes slackened. âYou always need to come to me when youâre hurt, even when Iâm mad. Iâm sorry.â
Königâs eyes snapping to you made you regret the words as soon as they were out of your mouth. Your gaze dropped to the grazes on his ribs but your cheeks were already on fire.Â
âAre you ever going to tell me why you are mad at me?â
You didnât meet his gaze. It seemed pathetic now. âYou yelled at me.â
König didnât respond straight away. When he did - âI yelled at you?â
You fought off the sudden urge to say sorry.
âWhen Jenkins was shot.â You explained. âIâm not one of your soldiers. I donât like being screamed at, especially when Iâm doing my job.â Your voice dropped a little. âAnd Iâm not a little girl, Iâm a nurse. You should respect that, just like the way you tell your troops to.â
You glanced up at König, he looked crestfallen. âIâŠâ He frowned a little, as if giving up on any explanation he planned to give. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to scare you.â
You shook your head, embarrassed, and lowered his shirt.
âItâs not important now-â
âIt is important. I donât think you are a little girl. Sometimes in battle, things like this become heated. I do not even remember saying this to you, but I am sorry. I do not think that, I truly do not, I wasâŠone of my men was dying, I was not myself. Please forgive me.â
Your eyes met. It felt like the first time youâd looked at each other in a long time. Königâs blue eyes were soft and sad.
âUm, come to the clinic, this afternoon,â you rose, flustered, âI, uh, that cut needs looking at.â
You turned swiftly and left but not before you heard König utter a single âyes maâamâ before you did.Â
You thought about what he said as you sterilised your clinic for his arrival. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment, but you managed to keep your cool? Why didnât he? Because heâs a soldier, you reminded yourself. He kills easily and without thought, heâs not the sweet gentleman you want him to be. You shook your head to yourself, that wasnât the issue and you knew it. You didnât care that he was a killer, or that sometimes he scared you. You knew what his easy dismissal of you meant - and it hurt.
König reported promptly to your clinic at 1pm that afternoon. He stripped out of his shirt and sat patiently down on the end of your bed and you had to pretend like having a 7ft goliath of a man stripped down in front of you wasnât making your heart race. He truly was extraordinary.Â
You stitched the large cut on his ribs that was worrying you the most and he didnât make a sound. it didnât much surprise you, you assumed he was accustomed to pain. It made your stomach flutter with something .Â
He was even more impressive undressed, his body heavy with swollen, toned muscle, faded scars criss-crossing over his flesh. You had to remind yourself that you were a trained nurse just to stop yourself from drooling.Â
König watched you work rather intently. âYou have very small hands.â He remarked suddenly. You didnât respond, unsure if it was a compliment or not. You both lapsed into silence for another long while. It was like a form of torture. Youâd never been more embarrassed in your life. You felt like a foolish little girl, trying to play with a grizzly bear. It must have shown on your face.Â
You didnât expect König to talk again. He must have thought that you were insane - pathetic, at the very least.Â
âMay I ask you a question?â
Oh. âOf course.â
âWhy did you join the military if you hate being yelled at?â
You sighed and finished off your final stitch. âYou donât have to mock me, you know, I already got the message.â
âI am not mocking you. Iâm curious.â
Forthright . You forgot.
You took a moment to respond, busying yourself with packing away your equipment. âI didnât join as a recruit, I joined as a nurse.â You didnât tell him the real reason, that it was because it was him.
âRight.âÂ
âItâs not your problem.âÂ
König stood, and pulled his shirt back on. âIt won't happen again.â He said. âYou have my word.âÂ
Your gaze flicked to his handsome face involuntarily. âUm, hereâs the cream. Make sure to apply it twice a day, and try to take it easy for a few days.â
König grunted, a ghost of a smile on his face. You could tell he hadnât taken it easy a day in his life.Â
âWhat message?â König asked suddenly.Â
âSorry?â You froze, trying to backtrack to that particular exchange.
âYou said you âgot the messageâ.â He repeated. âWhat message?â
Oh.Â
âUm, did I say that?â Your voice was uncharacteristically high. König tilted his head.
âSchatz, my English isnât that bad. We both heard what you said.â
You blushed and your head dipped. You didnât know much German, but you knew what âschatzâ meant.Â
âWell, you know-â fuck, shit, fuck . âP-put in your place by the guy you have a crush on. I get it. I got it. I wonât go there again.â
âCrush?â König responded like a lightning strike, before he fell silent. His brain was calculating, before his expression turned toâŠwell, there was no other way to put it, absolutely fucking floored. âYou like me?â
Oh, this was very fucking bad.
âWellâŠyeah? I thought it was obvious-â
âObvious? Schatz, I thought you hated me.â
You blinked.Â
âWha- why would you think that?â
âYou told me to leave you alone.â
âYou called me a little girl! In front of everyone.â
When exactly had you both gotten so close to each other? It was close enough that König could look down on you, and your heart was skipping a beat.
âYou canât like me.â He said quietly.
You frowned. âWhy not? Have you looked at yourself? Plus youâreâŠyou know, nice, and the only person in this dump that doesnât leer at me or treat me like a stupid little girl. When people arenât dying, I mean.â
âIâŠâ Was König hesitating? The man who had nothing to fear?
âItâs okay,â you murmured, embarrassed. âLike I said, I get the message. Why would you want a pathetic sap like me who canât even hear a raised voice without crying?â
âDo not say that.â König looked uncertain, his eyebrows knitting together. âYou are like a...a flower. Not meant for men like me.â
âAâŠâ Your brain couldnât quite compute what youâd just heard. âMen like you? What does that even mean?â
âYou need someone younger, for a start.â He sighed. âSomeone who has seen less death, verdammt, someone who has caused less death.â
âMen like your idiot recruits, then?â
König didnât respond.Â
âI have to go.â He said instead. âThank you for theâŠcream.â
âAnytime, Colonel.â It was softly spoken, you watched him freeze, then you watched him go. You smuggled a bottle of wine back to your room and drank until you fell asleep. This really was a new low.
âŠ
The days passed slowly and without incident. On the face of it, there was no difference in you, except for a notably lacklustre delivery of your care.Â
You were making notes at your desk when Private Jackson and his buddy, Williams, appeared at your desk, complaining of a groin injury.Â
You rolled your eyes and returned to your paperwork. âIâm sure itâll feel better tomorrow, private.â
âIâm sure itâll feel better right now if you kiss it-â
âShut up,â Williams chuckled, shoving him, âyou wanna get a disciplinary? You know sheâs the colonelâs girl.â
Your gaze snapped up. âWhat did you just say?â
Neither of them answered you, they just sniggered and slunk off. You watched the empty doorway with wide eyes. You tried not to ponder on it. You pondered on it for the rest of the day.
âŠ
You signed the bottom of Williamsâ sick leave and ticked off the various appropriate boxes, flipping the page and hoping that was all that was required until you froze. It needed the signature of the patient's C.O. König. Shit.Â
You hadnât even seen König since heâd rejected you and every time you thought about that particular exchange, your ears went hot and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
You were too much of a pussy to talk to him, so instead you went to his office when you knew he was scheduled to be out at training, and scribbled â sign me please :) â on a post it note, stuck it on the front page and left the form on his desk.Â
You turned for the door with a relieved sigh and accidently walked into Königâs solid chest. He was standing in the open doorway, he was the size of the open doorway, wearing his combat gear although he was unarmed, his hood draped covering his face, even so, you could see he was looking down on you. It wasnât until you glanced up that you realised he was ducking to fit in the doorway. That sent heat right to your cunt.
âOh, hello.â You said stupidly, eyes hitting the carpeted floor.
âHello.â He greeted you, accent gentle. âCan I help you?â
âOh, right, Iâm in your office.â You stumbled over your words. âUm, W-Williams needs sick leave approved, he needs gallbladder surgery off base, I need you to sign the form. I - I left it on your desk.â
König walked past you, he smelt of sweat and sand and some sort of hastily applied deodorant. He seemed unfazed that you were in his office, he certainly didnât seem to be trying to avoid you as ardently as you were avoiding him. You cursed yourself for being so childish.
He removed his hood and draped it over the back of his chair as he picked up the form. His eyes were darkened with war paint, fresh stubble on his jaw.Â
âA smiling face.â He remarked as he read your post it note, voice muted. âThe way yours used to be.â
You blinked. âIs that meant to be some kind of joke?â You asked hotly.
âNot at all.â He replied, not looking up from the form. âIt used to brighten my days.â He signed the form and held it out to you before you could really process what heâd said. âLet us hope Williams makes a swift recovery, he is one of my best.â
You tentatively took the form, mind drawn back to the last encounter youâd had with the young private.Â
âHe called meâŠâ You bit back your sentence before you had a chance to finish it. But the damage was done.
Königâs back straightened, his fists clenched. âSomething inappropriate?â
âNo.â Your shoulders hunched. Why did you even bring it up? âHe said I wasâŠtheyâre calling meâŠyou knowâŠthe colonelâs girl.â
You glanced up at König shyly, to see if there was any truth in it. His back had relaxed, but his stance was still guarded.Â
âWhat?â You asked.
âI told the recruits to leave you alone.â He admitted. âOr there would be consequences.âÂ
âOh.â You blushed. âBut, thatâs not a bad thing, is it?â
âNo, itâs notâŠsome of the men have interpreted the order to mean I am keeping you for myself.â
You took a bold step forward.
âAnd are you?â
König looked at the floor. You sighed and turned for the door.
Königâs large hand curled around the front of your throat before you could turn and drew you back, right to his mouth. You whimpered into the kiss. You were forced onto your tiptoes to meet him, feeling his fingers against your oesophagus with every exhale. His lips eased wetly and insistently against yours until you were dizzy, gripping his arms and pressing yourself closer.Â
As soon as it started, it was over. König released your throat and took a step back. You had to blink a few times to regain just a few of your senses. You were still on your tiptoes, and you could still taste him on your mouth. Gunpower, and mint.
âIâm sorry.â He said. âI shouldnât have done that.â His voice was ragged, his accent even thicker than usual. Fuck, it was hot.
He turned and left before you could even articulate a response, but you were sure you saw his back muscles twitching as he went.
âŠ
The deployment for the first active mission came about quicker than anyone had been expecting. It was practically a dummy mission, youâd been told, leading a team of recruits on a sweep near cartel lands for stray activity or potential landmines. Still, the atmosphere was palpable in the base, the recruits were scared, you could tell.
You watched from the doorway of your clinic as the men stood by the jeeps, ready to roll out. Riley had returned, and he stood next to König as the latter zipped up his kevlar and clipped on his helmet over his hood. You wanted to wish him luck, even though you knew everything was going to be fine. It was a routine sweep, and he was König, he wasnât in any danger. Still, your stomach pulled. Fate was cruel. What if this was the last time you ever saw him?
You scrunched your eyes shut, called yourself an idiot, and jogged across the sand of the training field.
Riley saw you first, he knocked König on the chest to alert him - you tried not to read into that - König turned, face obscured, body heavy with kevlar and weaponry. He had to lower his head to look at you.
âSchatz?âÂ
Your insides ached at the familiar term of endearment that you didnât deserve. Your mouth was as dry as the sand you were stood on, and you suddenly didnât know what to say. Donât go? Come back? How could you say any of those things to the man who didnât want you.
König solved your problem for you. His fingers closed around your tricep, and his thumb stroked just once.
âLook after yourself.â You said quietly.
He nodded before he dropped your arm. Then you watched as they got into the jeeps and drove away.
âŠ
The recruits were returned to you on a daily basis. Apparently, the drop point of the sweep was particularly hot for cartel soldiers, ready and willing to engage in battle. The wounds you were treating now were not the cuts and scrapes of training, it was cracked skulls and broken bones and lacerated flesh. And the men, Turner, Williams, Jackson, they werenât the scrappy, joking lads theyâd once been, they were crying and they were scared.Â
You slept when you could but you were always exhausted. You were waiting for the first time one of them died on you.Â
You were awoken that night by a loud, insistent banging on your door. You jumped out of bed and tied your robe around yourself, already gathering your hair up to tie it back.
âWhatâs happened?â You called, opening the door, âwho is itâŠoh.â
It took a moment for you to realise that you werenât staring at the pitch black of night, but rather directly at Königâs chest. He stood in a dark shirt, helmet removed, hood covering his face, head disappearing behind your doorway, but his blue eyes were bright and wild and looking down at you.
âKönig! You scared me half to death. Get in here.â
You stood aside and König ducked his head and walked, actually stomped, his way into your room. You prayed you didnât have any stray underwear on the floor. His shirt sleeves were short and you could actually see his arm muscles thrumming.Â
âWhatâs happened?â You frowned. âWhatâs wrong, König? Talk to me, please.â
âThere was an I.E.D.â He replied, accent thick. You couldnât imagine what his expression looked like. âGhost saw it before I did. He pulled me out of the pathway. The fucking thing exploded five feet in front of my face. I could have died. I am a fucking idiot.â
âOh, König, youâŠyou didnât die, and youâre not an idiot, okay? Every soldier missesâŠâ
âNo, schatz.â He walked forward, backing you against the wall. You swallowed when his large hand came up, pressing your collarbone back against the wall. âIâm a fucking idiot because I could have died without doing this.â
One hand curled around your hip and lifted you effortlessly, and you gasped as you had no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist - it was a stretch, he was so broad. König wasted no time slamming you into the wall next to your bed with enough force to rattle your bones. You squeaked, but that was all you managed to do. He pushed his hood up to his nose and captured your lips with his.
Your eyes crossed and closed as you groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck as your lips slid against his. This was nothing like the first kiss - that was chaste, hurried, this was luxurious, long, wet and slow, the whole world went quiet as König pressed his tongue between your lips and lapped at yours with sure strokes that had you whimpering. Your fingers tangled in his hood as he kissed you like that, and you forgot everything else.Â
He hitched your legs around his waist and you whined, muffled, as you felt a solid lump pressing up against your clothed crotch. You didnât care â you ground down on him as you met his tongue with yours. He growled into your mouth and it reverberated through you, before he was pulling back, kissing along your jaw and grinding his cock against your heat harder than before.Â
Then his eyes were on you, piercing and bright through the dark hood, the fabric sat askew on his top lip, his lips pink and swollen with your spit.
âI want you, schatz.â He said bluntly.Â
âI - I want you, too.â
Your consent was all he needed. Suddenly you were airborne again, and you clung onto him as he lowered you onto the belt and knelt between your legs. The bed actually dipped under his weight and you blushed.
âK-König,â you murmured quietly.
âNo,â it was short, and stiff, as he yanked your night shirt down by your collar hard enough to rip. You yelped as the sound of fabric tearing filled the room and suddenly your tits were exposed. You whimpered in embarrassment but heâd already grabbed them in his rough, gloved hands, squeezing and rubbing, flicking and pinching your nipples between his fingers.
âHhhh, fuck.â You blushed, biting your lip as your underwear moistened at the rough treatment.
âFuck, do not tell me they are sensitive.â Königâs voice sounded wrecked.
âPlease,â it was a whisper, âplease be gentle.â
âWanted to get my hands on you for too long.â Was all his reply was as he squeezed your breast again and leant down, using his hand to guide your nipple into his exposed mouth. He sucked so hard that you thought he was trying to drink your soul out from you. Your head fell back and you gasped, grinding your wet, needy cunt as best you could on the side of his thigh. König took pity on you, lapping at your nipples until they were shining nubs screaming in oversensitivity, while his brick hand - when had he taken his glove off? - cupped your pussy through your underwear. His thumb was jammed right up against your clit. You didnât know if heâd meant to do that, or if it was coincidental, but either way you ground up onto the solid digit until your eyes were unfocused.
âSo wet for me, liebling,â he murmured breathlessly, between your nipples, âyou are fucking soaked for me.â He stroked you with his thumb once and your eyes slackened and you came with a shudder, stiffening beneath him as stars danced above your head.
He let your nipple slide wetly from his mouth and suddenly those bright eyes were on you.
âDid you just have an orgasm?â
âMmm.â You buried your head into his neck shyly, thighs shuddering as the waves of pleasure rolled through you. Your clit twitched against his hand.Â
âOh, sweet liebling.â He murmured, rubbing wet circles over the sodden fabric of your underwear. You shuddered as your thighs tried to close away from the intense pleasure, until one strong hand was on your thigh and pushing it wide.
âKönig!â You gasped. He was watching you intently as he pushed your underwear to the side with his fingers and pressed the thick digits through your sopping folds.Â
âSuch a pretty little cunt.â He murmured, stroking his fingertips over your slit. It opened with every heavy breath you took, dribbles of desire wetting his fingers.
âKönig, please,â you whined, âneed you in me. Please -â
âOh yes? Is that so?â The side of his mouth twitched up, then his finger was sinking inside you.
âShit, fuck! K-König, youâre so bigâŠâ You felt your cunt stretching around his finger, clenching involuntarily down around it as your thighs tried to close but couldnât, pinned open by his solid hand.
âI know, schatz.â He replied calmly. âYou can take it.â He slid a second finger in without warning and grunted at how tight and wet you were, just imagining how your cunt would feel around his cock. You whined and threw your head back, the stretch aching after months of nothing, thighs shaking. You were so fucking wet that his fingers practically glided in, his knuckles against your soft pink entrance. âI want you to come for me, to loosen you up for my cock.â
âKönig, fuck, IâŠâ Your cheeks were rosy. âMy god, please...please move, I need-â
âShhh, little one, I know.â He wasted no time shoving his fingers deeper in your aching cunt, and you yelped and lifted off of the bed entirely. König growled in disapproval and used the hand on your thigh to pin you down to the bed, keeping you still as he ploughed his fingers in and out of you. You moaned deliriously at the sudden intense, rough pressure to your sweet spot, watching the way Königâs large hand was like a blur between your legs.
âIâm-â You couldnât even say it before you were coming with a wet moan, your release splashing against his wrist and dripping all over the bed.
âScheiĂe, liebling, making such a mess for me.â His fingers were still hard and circling your engorged sweet spot. Your body seized in panic as you gripped his wrist with all your might to try and still him. All you achieved was watching your own arms shake as he fingered you mercilessly. The noise was obscene, soaking wet come and slick filthy between your legs and soaking his hand as you squirted again, streaming down his arm with a mix of clear and white desire. You moaned and gasped and sobbed, the pleasure intense and spiralling, your pussy already felt worn out from the rough treatment.
âKönig, please,â you begged, âitâs too much-â
âAgain.â He commanded, hand leaving your thigh and curling around your throat. âWant all of that squirt out of you.â he pinned you to the bed by your neck, using the change in position to drive his fingers roughly home deep in your aching, spent cunt. He didnât stop when you came, and he didnât stop when you came again - your eyes in the back of your head, body on fire with ceaseless pleasure, the bed beneath you soaked with your own humiliation. All you could do was take it, and shudder violently.Â
Finally, König pulled his fingers from your gaping hole and slapped your cheek lightly, it was a wet noise and you blinked.
âCome on, little girl, do not give up on me.â
âKönig,â you slurred, heaving. âIâŠfuck, so good, neverâŠI canâtâŠâ
âOh sweet one,â he cooed, crowding between your legs, pulling your thighs over his hips. âFucked you stupid and I havenât even put my cock in you yet.â
You managed a tired smile as you traced your fingers down the front of his stab vest. You watched him drag the zip of his trousers down, rubbing just the once over the lump there before dipping in and pulling his cock free. It took him three tries - to extract the full, erect length of himself from the tight compression of his protective cup, before he was letting it hang heavy between his legs.Â
âFuck, König- youâre so big.â
âI know, baby,â he stroked the length of his long, engorged cock from length to tip and your eyes widened, cunt throbbing between your legs in your desperation to feel it deep in you.Â
âKönig, please,â you begged, digging your heels into the small of his back, your wet cunt pressed up against his balls, inviting, begging him in, âmy pussy - please -â
He chuckled before pressing the head of his foreboding cock against your clit and you trembled and cursed. He lent over you, hand squeezing your breast, the ends of his dark hood tickling your neck as you felt the hot, solid crown of his cock pressing against your entrance. Your eyes were wide, nervous, feeling the pressure, the give, then the hot length sliding home inside of you.
You gasped and arched, clenching around him and his biceps shook where he held you.
âFuck, schatz, fuck, not so hard, you will make me come.â
âC-canât help it.â It was a whine, rolling your hips and digging your heels in harder, trying to pull him deeper. âFeels so good.â
âYeah?â He panted, regaining some of his composure and locking his hand around your neck once more. His hips began to piston and you werenât prepared for it, the shift of his massive cock in your tight walls making you moan and clench and writhe. Your cunt was obscenely wet, and every noise was a squelch that made you blush, until he was pounding into your sweet spot and you forgot everything.
âFuck, König, fuck-â it was breathless, eyelids fluttering as you clenched and groaned and sprayed his cock, his balls, with your release. âI canât - canât stop, fuck,â
âGuh, fuck.â He grunted, lips ghosting over yours. His cock not slowing, pounding you like he was trying to nail the mattress beneath you. âSo tight, liebling, your pussy is drawing me in. Iâve waited so long for this.â
You couldnât ask him to explain, you were too busy coming, your world zeroed down to the tip of Königâs dick abusing your swollen sweet spot. He curled his fingers under your knee and held your thigh up by your collarbone, exposing more of your vulnerable cunt to him as he thrust hard into your aching walls.Â
Your moans were broken and never ending, blushing and squirming in delirious agony as you gushed and creamed on his cock, feeling your hot release on the backs of your thighs.
âLook at you,â König didnât even have the decency to sound exerted as he took you apart. âYou canât stop coming, can you, schatz?â
âNo.â There were tears in your eyes, your fingernails digging into his arms, holding on for dear life. âYou need, please -â Your mouth fell open as you came again, the splash of your squirt explosive and filthy, âyou need to come, please, I canât, canât come again, please, König, please.â
König framed your jaw with his hand, stroking along the bone as he slammed his hips into yours, forcing more of your come straight from you with a grunt.
âNearly there, schatz.â He said into your mouth. âJust a little bit longer.â
âFuck, please,â your walls clenched and contracted again, vaulted over the edge and nearly losing consciousness, clenching your fucked out cunt tight if only to help him get there. âPlease, come, come in me, fuck.â
âScheiĂe,â he groaned, cock jamming in your tight cunt as you came so hard you nearly pushed him out. He shoved his way back in and you wailed. âYou want me to come inside? Iâm not wearingâŠâ
âKönig, please,â it was pathetic, and he couldnât deny you, watching your sobbing eyes with his piercing blues as he slammed into your weeping cunt for a few more torturous minutes, then his forehead was pressed to yours and he groaned as he spilled inside you. He was so deep you couldnât feel it, but you could feel his cock twitching, and you could feel yourself clenching and coming so hard you forced dribbles of his white come straight back out of your slit and dribbling down between your cheeks.Â
König was breathing heavily against you as he held himself, forehead against yours, body framing yours, and you watched him as you shuddered and tried in vain to relax. He wasâŠthere were no words for it.
You let your hands trail down his clothed back, feeling the solid and bunching muscles there, feeling his cock heavy in your squirting pussy and wondering how the hell this had happened.
âKönig,â you had a warm, dizzying smile on your face. âYou came back.â
He nodded mutedly, face partially obscured by his hood, as he stroked along your jaw, then your lips, and let his hulking body fall and rest beside yours. âThought you might not want me.â
You shook your head, curling into his chest the best you could. He was still inside you.
âWant you, always. Donât-'' He'd already curled his bear arms around you, drawing you into his warm chest and cutting you off. You were suddenly so overhot you couldnât remember what you were going to say.
âIâm sorry I upset you, liebling,â he stroked along your back, his blue eyes slack. âI have always wanted you to be mine. From the moment I saw you.â
This felt like a fever dream. It couldnât possibly be real. You couldnât possibly be this happy.
âIâve always been yours, König, I still am. If you still want me.â
He tilted his head as he watched you, lips pulling up, and you blushed.
âWhat?â You asked.
âYou,â he said simply, voice warm like honey, âare smiling again.â
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TW: implied nsfw, implied noncon/dubcon, poly yanderes, sprained ankle, captive reader, apocolypse au, talk of fertility, murder of unnamed characters, mentions of potentially killing reader
fem reader
Just thinking about the apocalypse, the two army men whoâve long survived it in their shelter with barely any trouble, and then you, a poor girl trying hard to outrun your last captives only to run into them. Â
You didnât realize back then that it was like trading piranhas for sharks, too caught up in begging for their aid to think better of it. You should have just kept running, but your ankle was sprained badly, maybe even broken, and you were wearing so little you would most likely have died from the cold during the night if they hadnât taken you in.
It seems unfair of them to have kept the giant bunker all to themselves, only the two of them, but you donât judge. You would likely have kept it all to yourself as well.
This new world has bred new humans, and theyâre all monsters. Itâs honestly quite surprising theyâd even let you in, given this is what theyâre protecting, this sanctuary from the past, a comfort most people would kill their closest friend in exchange for.
Trust is all but dead, and so is honor or any other moralityâyou would know, youâve lived out there for it all, only having survived by spreading your legs at the right moments. Itâs a shameful tactic, and many times, youâve wondered if it wouldnât have been better to spare yourself and just die. What was the purpose?
Thisâyou think. This must be it. They have showers and working hot water.
You donât know how itâs possibleâthe original owners of the shelter must have been some type of millionaire. You havenât had a warm shower since the world went to shitâyears ago. Itâs been a choice of waiting for rain or finding a lake, hoping it wasnât rancid. Meanwhile, they have soapâscented soap, the lush kind youâd forgotten existed. It feels so nice you have to cryârejoiceâsobbing while lathering yourself, watching all the filth go down the drain, leaving you smooth-skinned once again for the first time in forever. You canât remember having ever been so clean before, feeling reborn.
They have fresh clothes for you tooânew socks and underwear, all clean fabrics, so much more than what you woreâpants, a shirt, and a sweater to keep warm. You didnât know there still existed people who lived like the old daysâyouâd thought it was long gone, a bittersweet dream you sometimes have the pleasure of at night instead of the usual nightmares. Never had you thought youâd experience anything even remotely similar, but here you areâlooking yourself in the mirror after so long, surprised to see a human looking back at you.
And they feed you. Not scraps, not leftovers, not rot, or days-old flesh from the last successful huntâbut freshly baked bread, vegetables, fruitâfor fuckâs sake, they even have juice. You cry again while eating, and then you find yourself begging them again, âPlease, let me stayâplease, Iâll do anything. I can cook, clean, workâanything at all, I can do it, just please let me stayâŠâ
Youâre on your knees, forehead pressed to the heated metal floorsâtoasty and comforting, you think you could sleep better than ever right there.
âWeâll think about it,â one of them mutters as he gathers the plates. His voice was so harsh he might as well have said, not a chance. Itâs clear by his frown that heâd rather send you right out again, leave you to the monsters.
âWeâll at least let you stay until your ankle heals, so donât worry.â The other is more sympathetic, helping you up. âFor now, letâs get you to bed. You must be exhausted.â
It hadnât crossed your mind that theyâd have bedsâactual real soft downy mattresses and duvets and pillows. The two of you help make it together. It feels so foreign that you wonder if you might have died earlier. Some years back, you wouldnât have thought heaven would resemble a prison cell, but now it only made senseâsafe metal walls and a bed. What more could one possibly want in the world?
âIâll wrap your leg for you if you sit.â He holds out a bandage roll, gesturing to your ankle.
Blinking, you canât even register what heâd just offered until heâs getting down on his knees before you.
You panic, then. Bandages are hard to come byâit hardly seems worth it. âThereâs no blood, you shouldnât waste itââ
âItâll heal better and faster this way,â he adds reassuringly. His voice is so soft and compelling that you find yourself sitting down without further quarrel, even when it makes you feel spoiled.
Heâs gentle with youâholding you steady while wrapping it just tightly enough to be supportive. There hasnât been a man whoâs touched you like it.
âDoes that feel okay?â
You can barely tell heâs talking to you. Itâs all so lost on you that you can only wordlessly nod your head.
He fastens it just as carefully before standing. âIs there anything else you might need?â
You shake your head just as wordlessly. You canât believe how nice heâs being. It makes no sense at all. Not in this world. Not anymore.
âIâm sorry, but Iâm gonna have to lock the door,â he apologizes with a sheepish look once standing on the threshold.
Youâd been stuck thinking about how warm the room was, trying to remember a single time you hadnât been freezing during the night. âThatâs okay, I understand,â you say. After all, whatâs a locked door in comparison?
âGood,â he smilesâitâs likely the kindest smile youâve ever seen. âAlright then, good night.â
Once again, youâre left stunned. The last time youâd heard those words spoken must have been from a loved one long since dead. It makes your lip wobble again as you say it back, âGood night.â
It's strangeâthey could have left you for dead but didnât. They donât seem gullibleâthey canât be if theyâve managed to protect this place for so longâbut you suppose there still exist men who have a soft spot in their hearts for helpless damsels in distress.
As you sink into the comfort, draping your duvet atop your battered body, you donât even care about the camera in the ceilingâblinking red while watching you.
âDid you have to bandage her up?â he grumbles as the other walks into the bedroom after having said his goodnights to you.Â
Heâs already in bed, observing through the cameras on a tabletâyou were currently curling into the duvet, wrapping it around you close for comfort. Youâd likely not slept on anything so soft in a whileâit wouldnât surprise him if you preferred the floor. But no, you drift asleep quite quickly.
âYou know how badly things can heal without proper support,â the other answers, regarding it as no big deal. âAnd besides, itâs not like we often need itâwe have plenty to spare.â
He removes his clothes and crawls onto the bed as well, lifting the covers to slot himself right next to the other man, who still has a scowl on his face.
âOh, come onâŠâ he drawls. âSheâs exactly what weâve been talking about, isnât she?â
The grump doesnât answer, still with keen eyes watching you, even as youâve fallen asleepâas if waiting for you to do something befitting a wild animal in a cage. The otherâs eyes fall to the screen as well, but he only awes in delight.
âLook at her, already fast asleep,â he purrs while zooming in on your face. âI mean, did you see how she was begging earlier, what she said? Iâd do anything,â he continues, almost whining. âSo cute, I could have fucked her right then and there.â
The other man sets the tablet aside with a disagreeing sigh. âWeâll wait at least a week for her system to detoxify from the wasteland,â he says strictly. âIâm not touching her before then, and neither are you unless you want to sleep alone.â
The other groans then, flopping down on his back. âYeah, yeah, you and your safety protocols,â he dismisses before a smirk creeps up his face, glee twinkling in his eyes as he looks up at his grouchy counterpart. âBut then we keep her, right?â
âTchâwe donât even know if sheâs fertile. The wasteland could have made her barren as long as sheâs been out there,â the other shuffles down into the sheets as well, turning to look at his partner and the awfully keen look on his face.
âSo we test her. Give her a medical check,â he says, again as if itâs not a problem, even when it very well could turn out to be.
Theyâve already broken quarantine rules by letting you in hereâand who knows what your real objectives truly are.
âI donât trust her,â he states.
The other pouts. âI donât see what one little lady can doâsheâs hardly a threat. And we already purged the group that was following her. I doubt any of them made it out alive.â
True, he had gone out and sent several gas grenades into the settlement. Surely, none of them managed to escape, but then againâ
âPest control only works when you kill them all, and weâve just let one inside our own house,â he grumbles.
The other one sighs. âOkay, so if it turns out she isnât as cute as she looks, weâll deal with her like the rest. But if Iâm right, and she really is just a harmless little thing, we keep her, and I get to have the first go.â
Suppose there isnât anything better to do aside from killing you straight away, which would only have been a waste of food, water, clothes, and bandages.Â
âFine.â
The other grins at the agreeance, humming, âI guess until then, weâll just have to make do with each otherâI've been hard since we watched her shower.â He leans forward for contact but is shut down as his bedmate rolls around with his back turned to him.
âTchâtake care of it yourself.â Tonight has been too stressful to tug each otherâs dicks.Â
He can hear him whine behind him, but he settles down soon enough.
Suppose it would be nice fucking a woman again. Itâs been so many years he figured he wouldnât need it anymore. Theyâve made do with each other so far. But even he canât deny, once youâd washed all the blood and muck off, once he saw the dewy hue of your soft skin and the silk of your hair, all those plush curves, and not to mention that awfully sweet look on your faceâhe felt the tug in his pants too.
He'll do a medical check on you tomorrow. He hopes youâre fertile. But even if youâre not, he might give in to the otherâs wishes and keep you anyway. After all, they might have many luxuries, but the comfort of pussy is one they havenât had in a long, long, long time.
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May I say just Tyler pulling you close to him while youâre staying safe from a tornado hmmm
A lil protective moment with him is all I want đ« đ« . Ask and you shall receive, my dear.
Pairing; Tyler Owenâs x reader
Word count; 1.2k (I got carried away just a little)
cw; tornadoes, rodeos, idk what else? FLUFFF AND a sprinkle of angst.
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âIs this how they do it in Texas too?â
You looked up at the man beside you, his green eyes stilled on you. You were focusing on the rodeo heâd brought you to, men out on horses and bulls, taming the wild animals, riding their fears.
You looked back Tyler, he was still focused on you and not on the game. Heat rose to your cheeks, turning them into a red mess as you rubbed your hands nervously on the fat of your thighs. It was too hot to wear anything but jean shorts and a tank.
âPretty much, not different from how they originally used to do back in the early days actually. But Texans have their pride.â You didnât really have the accent to be taken as someone from Houston, but the badges- fabric patches with Velcro- you wore on your jeans at all times were evident enough of how proud you were to be from Texas.
The man chuckled, his eyes getting just a little smaller as crinkles formed around them, his cheeks lifting forming into a beautiful smile on his lips.
âWell ainât that the right way to do itâ
You both laughed, turning back to the rodeo. You tried to get a little bit comfortable in your seat, adjusting yourself before deciding to just sit a little bit straighter. Your hands reach for the arm rests, expecting the cold metal to make contact, but it never happens, instead your met with a warm, calloused palm of Tylerâs. Heâs a little surprised at first, you both are, he slowly gathers the courage and weaves his hand through yours, helping you adjust.
You keep a hold of his hand, looking at him wide eyed and heâd say you look like a deer caught in headlights but that wonât do the justice to how beautiful your eyes look right now. The way sweat glistened on your body, your lips parted and slightly heavy breath of yours that fans his face. Youâre mere inches away but it feels too far to him. He needs to feel you, feel those lips on his, caress your soft skin under his rough hands an-
A loud siren buzzes through the arena snapping the two of you out of it. A tornado siren. You felt the continuous buzz of the alert through your jeans, looking back at Tyler with the same look in your eyes.
We gotta get out of here.
And so, in a very calm yet hasty manner, you and Tyler take off. Calmly brushing past the crowd and scared civilians to get to his truck. It might not be enough to stay in there but you may have enough time to get somewhere safe.
Think think think, where is safe? And suddenly it hits you.
Your hands are still attached, his hand squeezing yours a little too tight when he feels like you might get swallowed by the rushing crowd.
âI got it!â
You finally get to his truck, quickly getting in and driving.
Tyler is scared, but the way a smile forms at your lips, he almost forgets youâre in the middle of fucking life and death.
âYou got somewhere close?â
You nod, giving him the directions as he hits the gas on full. Itâs an old bunker you found literally yesterday when you came out to explore the town. Trying to figure out places that could be safe for the people to evacuate to. It is small, enough to fit around two or three people and you hope itâs not jammed up for the two of you to seek shelter.
The tornado is not far behind. Gaining speed and strength as it chases the two of you. Youâre not ready, this was not in the plan and youâre certain that today is not the day youâll die. Not when youâve just stared to get to know him.
Tyler strategically positions his car, activating the drills as the two of you exit, running towards the patch of metal in the middle of the farm field.
He gets to it first, letting go of your hand mid sprint to open it up for you. Letting you climb down before getting in, the metal trap door a little too heavy with the winds and rain for him to completely shut it. So he leaves it open, letting the cold rain pour down into the bullet as he reaches for you.
Youâre holding onto the pipelines, not having it in you to move further because of the wind. You feel his hand on your waist, holding onto you for dear life as your grip on the pipes tightens. One hand holding onto you and the other onto the pipe right above you, Tyler grounds himself on the floor. His feet turned soon as he tried not to move. Your hand comes up to where his rests on your waist, clutching it tighter before he pulls you even closer, chest to back.
You can feel his heart pounding, like your own, against your back. Youâre both heaving. Your heavy breathes turning into calmer ones as your eyes closed, trying to breathe in his scent, feeling the way his arm feels around you. Thinking about anything but the giant tornado above your head. The smell of him engulfs you and you find yourself thinking and wanting to feel is him, him, him, him.
Itâs enough. The sheer skin to skin contact, the smell of your hair right under his nose, the feel of his hot breath on your neck. It sends shivers down both of your spines and in no time the sky clears and the wind and rain passes over. The tornado moved or completely died, youâre not sure.
But youâre sure about the man that is still latched to you. Holding onto for dear life. The way heâs nuzzling his nose into your hair, his lips brushing against your scalp and leaving tiny kisses you can barely make out.
âItâs goneâ your voice is nothing but a whisper. You turn in his arms, his hand still attached to your waist as you look up at him through wet lashes.
He has this wild look in his eyes, concern, fear, and love all moulded into one. You feel them dart to your lips, and back to your eyes before his other hand comes up to brush some hair from your face.
âThank you for thatâ he whispers, âif you hadnât known about this place, Iâd probably be deadâ
You give him a smile, squeezing his arm before snaking your way out of his grasp.he reluctantly lets go of you, wanting to keep contact with your soft skin and that close proximity that kept you warm. But he lets you go, youâre shaken, just a little bit. This wasnât your first tornado, but god it felt like you both were about to die there.
He helps you get back up, climbing up the ladder just behind you.
The walk back to the truck is quiet, youâre only half an arm length away from him but it feels too far.
He opened the door to the passenger seat, letting you in before getting into the drivers seat himself. Letting out a long breath he didnât know heâd been holding in before deciding to break the silence.
âSo, you know anymore rodeos that end like that?â
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Headcanons: Sevika as your partner
Sevika as your lovely partner (lesbian wife)
warnings: nsfw themes below the banner, fluff
She will 100% be loyal to only you and take care of you.
Sevika has a soft side that she only shows around you. Sheâll deny it if anyone else mentions it, but you catch her looking at you with a gentle, almost protective gaze. Sheâs not always good with words, but her actions (ex. making sure youâre comfortable) speak louder.
Sevikaâs naturally protective and will go out of her way to take care of you in small, endearing ways. Sheâll remind you to drink water, make sure youâre eating enough, and will even get a bit grumpy if you neglect yourself.
Behind closed doors, Sevika loves it when you lean into her or snuggle up on her shoulder. Sheâll casually drape an arm around you while watching something together, or pull you onto her lap when youâre alone. The moment anyone else is around, though, sheâs back to her gruff self.
After a long day, Sevika loves just lying in bed with you, talking about anything and everything. She rarely opens up, but at night, sheâs more vulnerable and lets you in on her thoughts and memories of growing up in the Undercity. Those quiet moments are when sheâs the softest and most open.
Sevika has learned a few recipes over the years and will occasionally surprise you by cooking a simple but delicious meal. She loves watching your face light up when you taste her food, and even though sheâd act nonchalant, it clearly makes her happy to see you appreciate her cooking.
Sevika has a secret stash of pet names just for you, like âsweetheartâ or âlove.â Her voice goes a little softer when she calls you by them, and she usually tries to keep them reserved for quiet, intimate moments. But youâve caught her murmuring them under her breath more often than she realizes.
She tries to keep up her tough exterior, but sometimes you catch her doing little things like gently brushing a stray hair from your face or adjusting your clothes to keep you warm. When you point it out, she just grunts and tries to change the subject, but itâs clear sheâs letting her guard down with you.
Sevika gives you these soft, almost awed looks when she thinks youâre not paying attention. Itâs as if she canât believe someone as sweet and kind as you has a place in her life, and sheâs quietly grateful for it.
Sevika knows how to take charge, and sheâs not shy about it. Whether sheâs guiding you with a firm hand or whispering orders into your ear, she makes it clear that sheâs in control. She loves seeing you respond to her authority and takes pride in knowing you trust her to lead.
She doesnât flaunt it, but Sevika can be a little possessive. Sheâll wrap an arm around you in crowded places, keeping others at bay with a glare. When sheâs with you, she makes sure everyone knows youâre hers without saying a word. Thereâs something reassuring and thrilling about her subtle displays of ownership.
Sevika exudes a quiet confidence that makes you feel safe and wanted. Sheâs incredibly attentive, learning every little thing that makes you melt and using it to her advantage. Sheâs slow and thorough, making sure you feel every touch, every kiss, knowing exactly how to leave you breathless.
Sevika loves taking her time. She knows exactly how to make you flustered with lingering touches and meaningful glances, enjoying every little reaction. Whether itâs a hand on your lower back or a low whisper in your ear, sheâs a master of the slow burn, watching your anticipation build until youâre practically begging for her attention.
Her voice drops an octave when sheâs in a dominant mood, each word wrapped in a tone that sends shivers down your spine. She knows the effect it has on you, and sheâll use it to her advantage, murmuring softly but firmly as she takes her time with you, savoring every moment.
Sevika may be strong and powerful, but sheâs also incredibly careful with you. She holds you with a gentle firmness that makes you feel secure, as if she could shield you from the world. Her hands move with precision, every touch deliberate, giving you the perfect balance between strength and tenderness.
Sevika is unafraid to give you all her attention. She watches your reactions as you take her, focusing on what you need, and isnât satisfied until sheâs sure sheâs left you thoroughly happy and exhausted. Itâs an intense, almost possessive attention that makes you feel cherished and adored in a way that leaves you craving her touch.
Oh! also she has a playful side to her dominance, often teasing you just to see how much youâll blush or squirm. She loves making you flustered with a smirk, reveling in the way you react to her touch or voice. Itâs her way of showing her affection and keeping things light-hearted even when sheâs completely in control.
Like in my previous writing, sheâs into biting! it donât matter where you bite her. on her shoulder, hand, etc. SHE WILL ENJOY IT!! (trust me!)
Her favorite positions (with strap) would be the mating press and missionary. If itâs a quickie then iâd say standing up. AND 69. canât forget about that. She be eating you out more than you would. Absolutely wild
Using a hexcore strap whenever she wants to, though there could be an occasional switch where she would ask you to use it on her. Especially when sheâs feeling lazy.
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Urgent Appeal: Help Us Survive This Winter!
I am Mohammad Alkhadi, Preparing for New Life Amid Hardship
In Gaza, where life is harsh and conditions are tough, we cling to any glimpse of hope that restores a taste of happiness. Amid our daily struggles with cold and hunger, I received news that changed my life and brought a mix of joy and fear. My wife, my partner in this ongoing battle, is pregnant!
When she told me, I felt a whirlwind of emotions. There was overwhelming happinessâa new child will come to fill our lives with fresh hope. His small laughs might ease the weight of our pain. At the same time, fear gripped me. How can I protect this new life? How can I provide a decent life for him when I can barely shield my other children?
Every night, I sit next to my wife, watching her belly grow, imagining this child. I see him laughing, playing, calling me "Dad." Yet, amidst these beautiful images, reality reminds me of my struggles: our tent battered by the wind, rain seeping through, and the cold freezing us to the bone. What kind of beginning will this child have in such a harsh world?
Despite everything, I decided to hold on to hope. My children see me as their pillar of strength, and my wife needs my support now more than ever. I try to appear strong for them, but inside, I am searching for a helping hand, a beacon of hope that assures me tomorrow will be better.
That is why I reach out to you todayâto those with compassionate hearts, to those who believe humanity knows no borders. We need your help to welcome this new child. We need a tent to shelter us, warm clothes to protect us from the cold, and food to nourish our bodies, weary from hunger.
My upcoming child carries new hope within, and I want to welcome him with dignity. I want him to see that the world isnât all harshness and that there are those who extend their hands to the weak. You are our hope; you are the ones who can ease our lives and restore the safety we desperately need.
Help us welcome this child with dignity and be part of this story that we pray will have a happy ending.
Dear kind-hearted donors,
We are reaching out to you with an urgent plea for help. My family and I, living in Gaza, are facing an unbearable winter. Our tent, the only shelter we had, has been destroyed by the harsh winds and relentless rain. We are now exposed to the freezing cold, struggling to keep our children warm and safe.
With a new baby on the way, our situation has become even more desperate. We are in dire need of a new tent, warm clothes, and basic necessities to survive this harsh season.
Your generosity could be the difference between life and unimaginable suffering for us. Please, take a moment to read our story and extend your support. Even the smallest contribution can bring warmth, hope, and dignity to our family.
Together, we can face this hardship and keep hope alive.
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i need more abt peacock hybrids I LOVE HIMM
Heâs been hanging around your bakery nearly every day since you rejected him, his tail feathers flicking and wanting to present themselves to you⊠but he stops himself.
He waits, watching you as you serve customers and go about your day. Youâre kind, always giving even the nastiest of people a warm smile when you hang them their order.
And now heâs wondering how many of the smiles you have him were fake. Could he blame you? After all, he had been such an asshole, always taking up your time and being demandingâŠ
It was clear you are way out of his league, but still he wants you desperately.
So he continues taking note of every little thing, from the way your eyes light up when you bite into a free donut after a long day, or how you laugh at your stupid male coworker he hatesâŠ
Heâs in love with you, thatâs for certain⊠but how will he ever win you over when heâs made such a fool of himself? It would have been so easy to just present his feathers in front of a fertile female, but no, he had to fall in love with youâŠ
The peacock hybrid sits outside of the bakery, sulking as he stares at the ground. Perhaps heâd never get to have you. It wasnât fair to wait around and bother you forever, so he got up and was ready to leave when you walked out the door.
âYouâre still out here sulking?â
You walk out, carrying a brown paper bag. He looks up in surprise when you drop the bag in his lap.
âHereâŠâ
You look away, your face slightly warm as you begin walking home. âItâs on the houseâŠâ
He stares at the small paper bag in his hand, his eyes wide. Was this⊠a courting gift?
His feathers flicked as he stood, his mind in a daze as he followed after you.
Maybe he had a chance after allâŠ
It wasnât long before he walked you home every day after work, acting as a protective mate would when anyone approached. Heâd shake his feathers out in a defensive display, keeping you safe.
The best day of his life was when you finally invited him in your home and he got to mate you for the first timeâŠ
It was a cold evening, and he had been waiting outside for an hour, ready to walk you home. When you saw him shivering, you knew that he had changed.
Though he could still be selfish and arrogant, it was clear he truly cared for you.
âYouâre cold, arenât you? Come on, Iâll make you something warm.â
But it seemed he didnât want to eat anything you could make him. No, the second he was in your house you were lifted up onto the nearest surface and your thighs were pried apart. He couldnât stand it, he needed to taste youâŠ
Your pussy was so plump and warm, the taste almost sweet. He looked up at you with eyes dazed from lust, his tongue fucking into your dripping cunt.
He loved you, wanted to prove he was a proper mate, so he made sure to bring you to several orgasm before he even fathomed pushing his cock into you.
The tip was oozing precum, rubbing against your hole as his feathers shook out. They really were pretty, and his cock stretched you out as he pushed in.
His feathers were soft, and you held onto them as he mated with you, his face burying itself into your neck. This is what he had wanted for so longâŠ
After shooting thick ropes of cum inside of you, he carried you away and made you a comfy nest of blanket and pillows before using his feathers as a cover for you.
âI love you⊠please, be my mateâŠâ
You yawned, a smile on your face. He looked vulnerable, his plumage puffing out slightly in anticipation.
âOkayâŠâ
His eyes lit up, but he yelped when you plucked one of his feathers. âIâll take this as my wedding ringâŠâ
And the next day he couldnât be prouder, seeing you with his feather pinned to your apron.
Want more of this guy? Commission me :3
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