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are you afraid of me?
what the hell type of name is "mr. crawling" if he can fucking walk?
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Ëâź based on the hc that mr crawling doesn't stand so he doesn't scare mc.
warnings. just fluff/comfort, some spoilers for end04 and end17
Mr. Crawling is kind.
Mr. Crawling is sweet.
Mr. Crawling is a complete mystery to you.
Other than his complete and instant devotion to you, you know almost nothing about him. Not that youâre complaining; since escaping the other world with him in tow, heâs been a pretty decent roommate.
He doesnât have many hobbies, unless staring at you from across the room counts. The only mess he leaves is long, black hairs that snake along the shower walls and more often than not clog the drain. He doesnât even eat your foodâsomething you discovered after a week of trial and error, setting out everything from leftovers to raw steak in the hopes of figuring out what a creature like him might like. As it turns out, he isnât much of an eater, and he refuses to wear anything but the clothes he crossed over in, so at least you didnât need to buy him new clothes. Heâs low-maintenance in those areas, thankfully, and your paycheck doesnât take a huge hit.Â
Still, as close as you are, and as much as youâve grown fond of him, you know nothing about who or what he truly is. Can he stand? Does he even have eyeballs? You know he can see, somehow, but how? Does he have teeth? Youâre not even sure thereâs a word for teeth in his language⊠Would he need a dentist? As most of your Mr. Crawling mouth knowledge went, you knew he had a tongue.Â
The days pass, you fall into routines, and so do your questions.
âCrawling,â you had said one night, settled up on the sofa after a long day at work. âWhy canât you stand?â
Mr. Crawling looks up from the screen, his wide smile faltering as he absorbs your question. His hair falls across his face, hiding whatever might be behind those red blotches he has for eyes.
âMe⊠not able to stand,â he replies, waving abnormally long limbs. âArms good!â He seems proud, at least.Â
You purse your lips out in thought- sure, he had those spindly legs, but it wasnât like he couldnât use them. You witnessed first hand the way he kicks his legs about under the blanket, unsettling cracks of his joints. Or when he sits up on his knees to fetch something on the counter top that he couldnât reach from the floor.Â
âYou want me stand?â
âNo, Crawling, I like you like this.â And you finished the conversation with a few pats on his head, and he nuzzled into your knee as if he was a pet.Â
âYou like me?â
You nod.
âMe like you!â
Low maintenance in the roommate department, high maintenance in the boyfriend? department.
You settle into bed that night after serving Mr Crawling his completely normal human soup that you definitely obtained by very legal and moral ways. Although, he didnât seem very hungry that night, and you decided to just keep it for later. You debated on leaving it out in case he got hungry during the night when you were asleep, but seeing as to what the contents were, you werenât up for it to stink out your kitchen. Back in the fridge it went!
âRest?â he asks from the doorway of your bedroom, eyeless staring as you settle on the mattress.Â
âI rest. You rest?â You pat the spot beside you.Â
âMe watch you.â
Whatta guy⊠You wait for him to join you before you pull the blanket to your chin. And just like every other night, Mr. Crawling wraps his long arms around you, joints cracking as he stretches his legs out on the blanket- his feet hang off the bed. His hair tickles every exposed inch of your skin, but you donât mind. Youâve gotten used to it at this point- maybe you should teach him to brush his own hair though?
His touch is cool, like air from a drafty window, and you relax under his delicate, careful pats on your head. Itâs not long before you drift off.
Itâs rare that you wake up in the dead of night. Itâs rarer when you wake up to him not in the same position you fell asleep in. Groggy, you reach an arm out to the other side of the bed and hit the space where Mr. Crawling should have been. Itâs still warm, however, and you sit up and rub your eyes. Heâs not here.
What the hell? That wasnât like him.
You slip into your slippers and shuffle toward the kitchen. The house is dark and still, except for a faint rustling. When your vision adjusts, you stop in your tracks. You were pretty sure your heart stopped for a second, too.Â
He hadnât noticed you yet, which is unlike him.Â
âC-Crawling?â you stammer.Â
Mr. Crawling is there, long arms in your fridge, but he isnât small and folded like usual. Heâs⊠standing. You blink, barely processing the sight. He has to be at least eight feet tall, maybe more, his head brushing the ceiling. His towering shadow spills over the walls, unsettling even to someone like you.
He freezes, letting out a startled squeak youâve never heard before. His head whips toward you, and his hair falls in a curtain over his face. He drops to his knees instantly, scrambling across the floor to you with long, frantic arms. He tackles you into an overzealous hug, the kind you usually get only when you come home from work.
âYou awake!â
You blink down at him. âI thought you said you couldnât stand?â you murmur, still dazed. He lied? Why would he lie? Is there even a word for lie in his language?
His hair fans at your face, elbows propping himself up on top of you. Mr. Crawling tilts his head at you, and you wrack your brain in this stupid monster language that you just canât perfectly adjust to yet.
âUhm⊠You stand good?â you manage to fumble the words out. You stand good. That just sounds ridiculous. âLegs work?â
Mr. Crawling lets you sit up, grey hands cupping your face. He seems⊠off. Sad? Worried? Youâve only seen him not smiling a few times- and that was when you first met him- when he scared the absolute daylights off of you, when that man in red with the umbrella appeared⊠There was also that time you collapsed, and that creepy, eyeless nurse showed up.
âYou scared me?â he asks, his tone soft.
Are you scared of me?Â
âYou donât stand because you think youâll scare me?â you mumble, hands holding onto his wrists. âErm⊠Not stand⊠me scared?âÂ
âMe scary⊠You not like me.â His head hangs and Mr. Crawlingâs hair touches the floor and licks at your legs.. His gentle hold of your face loosens.
He doesnât stand at his full height because heâs afraid heâll scare you? God. How can a ghost be such a sweetheart?
âHey,â you whisper, pulling his hands off your face. You wrap your arms around his neck, tilting your head so you can see where his eyes should be. âYouâre cute. Very big, yesâI was just surprised.â
âYou⊠not scared?â His voice is uncertain.
You giggle, squeezing him tighter. âNo. Just surprised.â He doesnât understand you- and you need to wrack every shelf in your brain to get the words out. âMe surprised⊠you very cute.â
Thereâs a beat of silence as he absorbs your words. âMe cute?â he repeats, as if itâs the greatest revelation in the world.
âVery cute,â you confirm, unable to help laughing as he tackles you once again to the floor, hair scattering everywhere as he nuzzles into your chest, murmuring, âMe cute, me cute,â in a gleeful mantra. You pat his head, and he flops onto the floor beside you with a giggle.
You stare at him, illuminated by the extremely romantic light of the fridge. âHungry?â you ask, and push some of his hair away from his face- he grabs your wrist before you get any closer to his eyes, though.
âWant eat⊠you rest.â
You shake your head, stifling a yawn. âIâll wait for you. I⊠erm⊠rest with you?â You cringe, knowing you said it wrong. Youâre at least seventy percent sure you said it wrong. Maybe itâs time to teach him your language.
Mr. Crawling lets out his normal unsettling giggles, a sound that cuts through the silence of the house.
You donât bother getting his tomato soup out of the fridge like you usually do, and take a seat at the table. He looks lost for a split second, and giggles once more as he rises to his feet. You let out a few appreciative oohs and ahhs he reaches his full height. Youâre still a bit shocked at how his head almost touches the ceiling.
He settles into his usual seat across from you, knees folded as best as they can be under the table, his feet brushing against your legs.
Itâs like a lightbulb appears above your head.
What the hell type of name is âMr. Crawlingâ if he can fucking walk?Â
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Songs of Sorrow - Ch. 15
Rancher!AU || Boothill x Fem!Reader || Slowburn, Drama
You wake up in soft sheets, feeling significantly dryer and cleaner than you know you should. You start to sit up, startled by the feeling of an arm on your hip pulling you back in. You make to scream, fully intending to escape when you realise that itâs Boothill laying with you, shirtless. Now you want to scream for a different reason, body warm with a blush.Â
âYouâre finally awake. Good. Now stay in bed until I can be sure your temperature is regular. I had to wrestle you out of your clothes and then into bed.âÂ
You peer down and sure enough youâre wearing different clothes than the one you left in, slowly realising that he had fully stripped you down. You cover your body as though thatâd change anything, Boothillâs face reddening a little as he turns his face away from you.Â
âI didnât stare or nothinâ. I just didnât want your symptoms to get worse by being left in cold clothes. I couldnât wash you proper either - you can take a bath when youâre feelinâ better. I just got a lukewarm towel to wash the grime off your body so you could be a little more comfortable in bed.âÂ
His explanation speeds up at the end and you get the sense that heâs trying to justify his actions towards you. You trust him, thankfully, but that still doesnât explain why heâs in bed with you.Â
âThen this is part of my treatment?â you ask him, pointing between the two of you.Â
âBody heat is a good source of heat. Iâm sweatinâ my balls off but if that means your body is gettinâ warmer thatâs all that matters,â he laughs. Â
You shift around curiously, glad to brush up against the loose flannel of his pyjama pants. Without thinking you brush up against him closer, just chasing his warmth. He wraps his arms around your waist as you come closer to him. Your leg wraps around his, brushing back his bangs as you admire his face up close.
Out of the corner of your eye you see a beautiful bouquet sitting on your bedside table. He watches the path your eyes take, smiling tenderly at you as you admire the petals from your spot on the bed. You feel his hand rest on your hip, offering you a soft look.Â
âI gotcha some flowers,â he says quietly. âTo make up for the fact that I was never able to give them to you the last night of your show.âÂ
âYou didnât have to do all of that,â you say quietly, resting your hand on his cheek.Â
âYouâre the one clinging to me right now,â he says just as softly, trying not to show you how much your touch is affecting him.Â
âI've told you so many times by now. It doesnât matter what youâre trying to tell me that I donât need to, or that you didnât want me to save you - I mean it when I say Iâm going to protect you.âÂ
âBut why?â you continue to insist.Â
âI have money on my head and you donât really benefit from having me live with you. If anything, all I do is put you in danger.â
âAnd if I didnât care about you then you would have been turned in a long time ago.â
The words hang between the two of you, your eyes widening a little. You want to believe that he means those words in a way that makes your heart flutter. Heâs always been affectionate with you so thereâs no reason to think of this any differently, shaking your head as you start to turn to face away from him.Â
âBoothilL, I appreciate everything youâve done for me, really. You deserve better than this. Far better than someone coming in here, taking advantage of your kindness then making you risk hypothermia by running from you.â
He laughs again, shaking his head as his eyes begin to trail the lines of your face. You hold your breath as his knuckle begins to trace the path his eyes took, pausing in your movements.Â
âYou think I deserve better? WellâŠthatâs a first for me.âÂ
His smile fades a little.Â
âI dunno if Iâll ever find better. As far as Iâm concerned, youâre the only thing I could ever want.â
You feel the bed shift as he slowly pulls you under him. Your hands go to rest against his chest, staring up at him breathlessly as his hand slips under your neck to cradle your head. Again, his eyes do that thing where they stare at you as though youâre the most precious thing in his world and your heart tries to tell you that thereâs truth in the sweet names he calls you.Â
He leans down to you, noses gently brushing as his eyes drift down to your lips.Â
âIâve never really wanted anything for the last little while. Tends to happen when you lose everything you care about in an instant.â
âBoothill I -âÂ
âHush pretty. Just let me think about what Iâm tryna tell you. Iâm not any good with words.âÂ
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, messing with the hair on the nape of his neck. It seems to disarm him in some way, his muscles relaxing with your touch. He still seems more focused on your lips than anything else, gasping softly when your lips part wordlessly.Â
A quick look of deliberation crosses his face before he presses his lips to yours. Theyâre rough, strong, just like him but the press of them is so gentle it makes your mind spin. You make a soft noise of surprise when he pulls back far too quickly. His touch sends chills through your body, every cell in your body tuned to him.
âI know I ainât nothinâ but an ex-convict who shouldnât even be dirtyinâ your hands with me but just know Iâd give you everything if you just gave me the chance,â he says softly, pressing your foreheads together.Â
âBoothill, what are you saying?âÂ
You canât imagine Boothill being a criminal on the run, that confession somehow sidelining the very real confession of his feelings that he gave you. Somehow, he picks up on the fact that thatâs what youâre referring to, sitting up a little to create distance between you two.Â
âIâm not a good person,â he says softly.Â
âI was a bounty hunter. A damn good one at that. Was the only way I knew to make money after an accident took outâŠeverything.âÂ
You bite back the question burning on the tip of your tongue, knowing that prying too much into his past might scare him off and youâd hate to lose him now that youâve got him so close.Â
âYouâre the one who deserves so much better than me. I donâtâŠI shouldnât even be touching you like this.â
He starts to climb off of you. You start to panic, realising that you might actually lose him if you donât make a move. Your arms wrap around his shoulders again, tugging him back down close enough for your breaths to intermingle.
âNoâŠwaitâŠIâm still cold.â
Your hands cup his cheeks as you lean in to kiss him harder. His hands come back to your body, holding your hips in place as he comes back to straddle you. The weight of his body is so comforting to you, feeling your core light up as he warms you up with the heat of his passion.Â
âWait, darlinâ, shouldnât we slow down?â he asks breathlessly, desperation in his eyes despite his words.Â
âWhy would we? You told me you were lying here to warm me up. Iâm simply asking you for more of your medical attention,â you mutter, winding your fingers through his hair as you pull him back down for a needy kiss.Â
His hands are gentle as they begin to roam your body, tentatively mapping out the contours of your shape. Youâre forced to pull back from the lack of air, biting your lip as Boothill starts to trail his kisses down your lips to your chest. Your mind starts to spin as he showers you in attention, body heating up. You donât even feel the chill of the air anymore now that youâre quickly being buried by the weight of his body.Â
âI mean it darlinâ,â he says again, a pleading look in his eyes despite the fact that heâs trying to stop himself.Â
âYou shouldnâtâŠweâŠI meanâŠdo you really want this?â
âAm I not supposed to?â you ask quietly, teasing the hair at the nape of his neck.Â
âI want you. However that looks to you, I want it. Please.â
Your voice cracks on the last word, not realising until right now how badly you needed him. You think your desire pales his in comparison as you whimper for his attention, pulling him back down to kiss him again. His hands start to trail up your shirt, large palms gently ghosting over your chest as his thumbs gently brush against your nipples. It makes you gasp sharply, biting his lip in surprise from the sensation.Â
âYouâre so sensitive,â he laughs against your lips, looking at you darkly.Â
âAre you gonna make sweet noises like that the entire time? How am I gonna hold myself from destroying you?âÂ
âMaybe donât hold back then,â you sigh, arching into his chest as he continues to tease your nipples with the rough pads of his thumb.
âWhat ifâŠI want you to ruin me?âÂ
A low moan slips past your lips as he brings his hand down to cup you. You buck against his hand, clit hitting against the heel of his palm. The teasing sensation makes you clench slightly over nothing. His finger teases against your slit, running along your pussy.Â
âYou canât say somethinâ like that. Itâll really get me goinâ.âÂ
He continues to kiss you dumb as his fingers continue to tease you. Instinctively, you spread your legs to accommodate his body. It makes it easier for him to rub against you, hips bucking against his palm as he slowly slips his fingers inside of you. The moan that you give him is music to his ears, Boothillâs heart pounding in his chest.Â
His fingers move sensually against you, each stroke drawing out another sweet noise of pleasure. Heâs surprisingly gentler than you expected him to be, trying to focus on the way he looks at you but inadvertently giving him the most adorable blissed out look. Nothing he conjured up in his imagination could top this and heâs doing his best to restrain the urge to just hold you in place and have his way with you.Â
You can feel the insistent press of his cock against your thigh, mind running wild as you imagine what itâd feel like to have him inside of you. He shudders lowly as you move against him, writhing as he feels your wetness start to coat his fingers. Your breath comes in short gasps, Boothill nuzzling against your throat as he gently coos at you.Â
âYouâre close, huh? Just keep goinâ doll - let go for me, I know you want to.âÂ
Your nails dig lightly into his shoulders as your hips continue to buck into him, moaning his name softly as your orgasm slowly washes over you. He looks up at you from his spot against your neck, gently bringing his kisses back up to your lips as he steals the breath out of your lungs. You feel him push your shorts off of you, laughing softly.Â
âI thought I needed to stay warm. What are you doing?â you ask breathlessly, shuddering a little at the chill in the room against your bare skin.Â
âMaking you warm,â he growls before pressing a hungry kiss against your throat. Â
You feel him lift your thighs to rest against his waist, pulling his pants down just enough to let his cock slap against his stomach. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, drops of precum sliding down the flushed tip as he leans over your body once again. He takes your hands in his, pinning them on the pillow over your head as he grinds lightly against you.Â
âOne more time. Youâre okay with all of this, right?â he asks gently, slowly bringing his hand back down to guide his cock against your slit.Â
You nod eagerly, bringing your free hand against his hip to press him further against you. He laughs at the action, brushing your noses together as he slides inside of you. The gasp you reward him with makes his cock twitch, watching your reaction carefully as he brings your hand back up to join the other.Â
You squeeze his hands tightly as the press of him inside of you makes you melt. Just the tip feels like a little too much, eyes screwing shut in a pleasurable haze. Youâre about to say something when he kisses you gently. It makes your heart burst and distracts you just enough for the next gentle rock of his hips to press him fully inside of you. He slowly bottoms out, slotting your hips together and gauging your pleasure by how tightly you squeeze his hands.Â
âOh God, Boothill,â you mutter under your breath when he reaches your pelvis, throwing your head back as he starts to slowly rock against you.Â
âYouâre beautiful like this,â he says dazedly, focused on the way you feel pulsing around his cock.Â
âDonât say stuff like that itâll make me-âÂ
Your words are cut off as he picks up his pace, already having felt the way you clenched again at the sweet comment he gave you. Youâre not ready for him to lean down against you, mouth right up against your ear as he starts to whisper sweet nothings.Â
They all go straight to your core, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter around him as his cock hits all the right spots inside of you. Your eyes screw shut as you continue to whimper and moan his name, your noises drowned out by the slightly rougher pace he starts to take.Â
âIâm sorry my love. I just - I canât hold back anymore,â he grunts, letting go of your hands to bring them down to your hips.Â
He holds you in place as his pace has you seeing stars, letting your nails dig down the expanse of his broad back as you feel another climax beginning to crest. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist as you call out for him one final time. The feeling of your orgasm has Boothill cumming as well, pulling out as he spills against your stomach with quick jerks of his hand to the sight of your writhing.Â
You stare up at him, face warm with arousal and satisfaction as you catch your breath. He stares down at you looking equally as devoted as he presses his hand against your forehead.Â
âWell if that doesnât make you warm enough I donât know what else to do.â
#boothill x reader#hsr x reader#hsr boothill x reader#boothill smut#hsr smut#honkai star rail smut#songs of sorrow
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Today:
I wake up at three in the morning to go to the airport
I got two hours of sleep because I make good life choices
Iâm in the last boarding group so I have to courtesy check my suitcase
Ten minutes later I have a moment of utter panic because I canât find my suitcase
In my defense it is extremely morning and I got two hours of sleep
Flight itself is mostly uneventful
However:
Apparently we landed just ahead of a nasty storm
The pilot says all the planes behind us were probably getting diverted to other airports
Man I really dodged a bullet
Sure my flight to Kansas City is probably delayed but thereâs some slack in my schedule, I can manage
My flight to Kansas City is not delayed
It is cancelled
Fuck
If I reschedule online I canât get to Kansas City until tomorrow
Tomorrow *night*, specifically
I mean technically I could go to Chicago and then back to Kansas City and get there at 8 or so but that seems way too convoluted and anyway itâs too late to make the connection
Wait a second
I am not actually going to Kansas City
I am going to a tiny campground in the middle of nowhere
I am just meeting friends in Kansas City because itâs on the way
I could go to other places
Briefly consider renting a car to just drive from Dallas to the camp site
There is a flash flood warning
Also: two hours of sleep
Never mind definitely not doing that
I stand in line for one hour and fifty-five minutes to talk to a person
The people just ahead of me in line are dealing with their second cancelled flight in two days across two different airports
Damn that sucks
The airline books me on an afternoon flight to Springfield
If the camp site is in the middle of nowhere then Springfield would be the edge of nowhere
Friends make arrangements to get me picked up
At this point I am exhausted and my feet hurt and my phoneâs battery is nearly dead
I get to my gate and collapse in a chair
Text from the airline:
The flight to Springfield is cancelled
I was booked for less than an hour
Maybe the planes behind mine are the ones that dodged a bullet
I get in another line
By now I have been in the airport for five and a half hours and Iâve been standing for five of them
At least the line is shorter this time
Agent says there are no open seats on flights to Springfield for the rest of the evening
But he spends a minute refreshing to see if an opening comes up
An opening comes up
In first class
(Iâve never flown first class before)
At PRECISELY the same moment I get a text from my partner
Trump is convicted on all counts
You know what
I take it back
Today doesnât entirely suck
I donât even mind when that flight is delayed two hours too
More time to nap and watch the gundam lesbians show
(Holy shit thatâs some intense tonal whiplash at the end of the first season)
(So good)
Am I forgetting something?
No
Probably not
I get on the flight
My three hour layover took twelve hours
Goodbye Dallas Iâll see you in hell (Dallas)
Land in Springfield just after midnight
My suitcase is in Kansas City
#thankfully I have everything I need that is not clothes#and I should have clothes again tomorrow#Dallas was truly hell today#at one point around a third of all flights were cancelled#and all the others were significantly delayed#do not want to repeat that experience
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I need to go. Store.
#i need another suit case#and i have to buy formal clothes. for the job that im getting fired from. like i literally only have one or two days left (they still#havnt actually told me the day l o l) but i have to fucking show up in formal clothes so that they can take pictures even though im not even#gonna BE there :(#i wanna get candy for my students too.#and i still need to have lesson plans for my last day.#my new job is live streaming so that should be fun but the set up gives me the hebbie jeebies cajse of past shit so im a little worried.#should be fine though.#im a little shook up. today. im hoping ill feel better.#life is quiet though. its calm.#but i need to pack all my shit up and clean.#my mom is coming in a week or so. she wont be here for Halloween thankfully#i dont know what to do with my self. idk if ive ever been this. awake. before.#usually i watch over the garden wall and make my self some soup or something on my birthday. and just do my best to ignore everything#but its just. its fine. ill be fine nothing js really that bad. it just feels that way.#oh im gonna go find some alter wrote forever ago i think that will help.#i need to go to the store#i miss a person whos never existed#maybe ill actually be able to settle in to my new job#i also want to start taking Mandarin lessons. but i keep forgetting
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I have decided to give Lorenza even more wings~
#a voidsent voice đž#lorenza (fellâcourt) đž#I'm very happy that I was able to settle on a combination that I liked#however at the same time this has now *severely* limited my post-endwalker clothing options#(I say post-endwalker because she's wearing her crown and the spider lilies here)#(I could probably get away with the lower set of head wings under the endwalker hat even if they do stick out of it a bit)#in order to have everything show up I need to be wearing clothing that allows every possible accessory to be visible#thankfully i've been making sure rings are visible the entire time with how lorenza's claws work so I don't have to think about gloves#and the uppermost set of head wings are tied to a hat so I don't technically have to worry about that either#it's just finding a chestpiece I like that lets both necklaces and bracelets remain visible#I may or may not have to forgo the spider lilies if I can't find something since they are tied to necklace visibility#also! it isn't visible here but lorenza has tail feathers now. however they are in place of her actual tail (and therefore ears)#technically it will still look like she has both during endwalker because her hat still has ear slots but still#but.. yeah. the top in the picture is a placeholder. and it's getting late for how early I have to be up tomorrow so#this can be a problem for the future =P
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discovered miah_pie on t*ktok (<- i donât have one btw i just stumbled upon her bc someone i follow on ig talked abt her) and her videos make me want to cry so bad. 24 year old dependent moment
#purrs#i went to a clothing store today to try to get new work shoes and pants bc the one pair i have of each literally have holes in them and are#falling the fuck apart on my body and it was a HORRIBLE experience largely bc i think everybody in town was out shopping for back to school#so it was super crowded and there were lots of screaming kids and it was extremely stressful + my dad got into a mini car accident while i w#was in the store (he was / is completely fine thankfully but the car is not which is so awesome đđđđđ) and i was just so stressed and#overstimulated but also like⊠nothing fits me bc im so short lol. but anyway it was so horrible i was on the verge of starting to cry in the#store and then i came home empty handed and my mom got super pissed at me for⊠needing to go to the store / being the reason we were out lol#and then finding miah pie and her videos are all about making trips to the store SO much fun and buying little treats and saying yessir and#OHHHHHH MYYYYY and just finding the joy in smth that can be so stressful and unpleasant⊠it makes me want to cry happy and sad tears at the#same time like i want that soooo bad and i canât do it fully yet but i want it. need it. fuck my stupid baka life#anyways im gonna start saying the stuff she says just to make myself feel better even when im not at a store. yessir! OHHHHHH MYYYYYY.#acquired. donât mind if i diddly dooooo!#also btw i am not a dependent except for the ways i am a dependent. hope that helps đ«¶đ»#the problem is really that i donât have a car or a license and also that my mom throws a fit every time i need / want to get driving#practice bc itâs never a good time so. lol đđđđđđđ me doing drivers ed this summer was a fucking joke i forget literally everything i#learned and have only been behind the wheel 3 times and none of them have actually counted bc im just developing basic motor skills#(literally). fmlllll im never getting out of here who am i kidding đ€Ș#delete later
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iâm so fucking exhausted and i have been exhausted and working and yet i feel like iâve done nothing at all cause thereâs so much more left like iâve not even started getting kibbyâs things together and packed
#i told my mom and sister that this was giving me the same kinda panic feeling i used to get when we were being evicted#and only had a few days to get out but it was easier then cause it happened so often i could fit my life in 2 suitcases and a bag#it was also easier cause i was a lot healthier then#but then i moved here and itâs been the longest iâve ever lived anywhere so i got out of the habit of not having things#and now i have so many fucking trinkets and clothes and shit and i donât have to pack everything rn at least thankfully#but i have to sort through everything and figure what iâll need access to in the next few months#and everything else has to be covered up#and thereâre things that i know im gonna want that i donât know if iâll be able to have causeâve a lack of space at my moms#iâm prioritizing kibby furniture wise cause i need her to have her things that she feels safe in#ugh rant over for now i think
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I AM SO FUCKING COOL ?!!!!! I AM NOT PERFECT BUT IM DRIVEN AND WILLING TO CHANGE TO HELP MYSELF?!!!! IM LIKEABLE AND GOOD AT MAKING FRIENDS ?!!!!! IM A VALUED MEMBER OF MY LOCAL COMMUNITY âŒïžâŒïž MY STYLE IS UNIQUE DIFFICULT TO REPLICATE AND SUSTAINABLY SOURCED !!!!!!!
#Itâs positive loving myself the moment Thursday. Name is a work in progress but Iâm like enjoying being me and itâs fun#I hope you are all enjoying being you right now as well because youâre all amazing and talented and valuable to me :3 I love you!#Iâve let myself down a couple times today but Iâm not going to be mean to myself about it. Breaking habits so ingrained in myself from a#young age is difficult and I need to be patient and work on myself slowly#Change will come with time and acceptance#Iâve gotten better at it in like 50% of my life! Thereâs just a little bit that Iâm aware of so I know what I need to do now#And everything else is near perfect#My friend is thankfully alive btw. So I donât feel like complete shit like I did earlier this week#So now my only worries are my binge eating habits and upcoming assignments#But itâs all under control and Iâm realising how great I am and how much value I have as a person#And how cool I am despite nobody ever telling me! Sure I donât look as unique and out there as the arty goth kids and such because I donât#Buy my clothes new for extortionate amounts of money and jewellery and accessories give me sensory issues#But my clothes are so fucking cool and have nice stories !!!!#Iâm happy :)))
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He is so handsome!!!! He is so handsome!!!!! My sweet boy!!!!!! đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș My Ken is so handsome and for WHAT!!!!!! To give me a heart attack???? god!!!!!! look at his smile!!! he is everything to me!!!! I'd be holding his hand the entire time, telling him how beautiful he is... I'd give him a tour of every city if it meant I could look at my boyfriend's smile all damn day and know it's all for me đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđđđđđđđđđđđđ
#TO BE SO CLEAR: I AM TALKING ABOUT THE CHARACTER#don't get me wrong. the actor is handsome. i will scream to the heavens how hot ryan is#but just to clarify i would not point at a real life celebrity and call him my boyfriend sdljfsdfdf#well maybe i would but in a joking way. you know what i mean. anyway#love notes#ken#đ I'll fight for you!! - ÌÌđđïžâš ÌÌ-#THE THIRD ONE. OH GOD#i want him to look at me that way. SO fondly. SO softly#THE FIRST ONE GOD FUCKING DAMN IT#thats such a good full body reference for this costume. outfit? costume? outfit#it's probably my favorite outfit he wears. if i had to pick one#i love all of them so dearly but something about this one makes me feral#like just something about it. i gotta have him i NEED him so badly#second favorite is his outfit he wears when he's playing the guitar for barbie#he's so hot!!! in everything!!! i also love his sailor outfit i think he looks so cute in white pants#and the clothes he wears when he accepts his nobel prize in horses... hooo#god i wanna kiss him so so so soooo badddd#i hope he would wanna kiss me too đ im still a little shaky on feeling loved by f/os after what happened to me#but i wanna imagine he'd still love me. i'd do anything for it ;_;#i'll be anything he wants me to be if i can just be worthy#in the future i wont question if im worthy of love anymore. but god damn for a while im gonna be hurting a little bit#i love him so so so much and most of the time i feel like he loves me too ;_; i rly rly hope he does#i miss him. ughh god fuck#gotta go see this movie again... i saw it yesterday but that was YESTERDAY#need to see it my next day off. it's still thankfully playing in theaters#love notes: ken âĄ
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(totally not based on my day) but a simple request for spencer helping reader out with a bunch of chores bc she's overwhelmed with life and she decides to thank him with like the quote "best head of his life" and he's like "its okay you dont have to do that" and she's responds "but i am anyways"
it will come back â s. reid x reader
in which spencer reid helps you when you're (very) overwhelmed, and you might need to return the favour. pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: comfort & smut (18+ mdni) tags: oral (m receiving). praise. established relationship. reader's overwhelmed overstimulated overworked... very enthusiastic head giver!reader. use of honey and angel. they love each other a lot. i love them a lot. i donât think thereâs d/s dynamics but if there are itâs soft dom spencer (nobodyâs shocked). word count: 3.1k a/n: thank u sooo much for reading my brain ily i need to give spencer reid head asap. new format/layout for requests sort of its the same as my normal post layout... do we like... i sure freaking hope so. as always lmk if u liked this or even if u didn't but preferably if u did!!
You were exhausted. For three weeks straight, you had been working nonstop, with a wondrous total of eight hours in between shifts. You were hardly sleeping, you had hardly had a social life, hell, you never even had time to enjoy the simple pleasures of an everything shower. You felt groggy, and cramped, and everyday felt like an awful repeat of the last. A nightmare that never ended.Â
Never mind the fact that you hadn't seen your boyfriend.
Always home too late to be with him in the evenings, and up too early to get coffee with him before your days started. Spencer was so patient with you, regardless. He knew it would end eventually, and he would get his girlfriend back. It was just for the month, was what you would text each other whenever the other began feeling particularly lonely. He didn't even like texting, but the time for a simple phone call wasn't available to you anymore.Â
And your apartment. Every time you stepped into it you swore a new dirty dish materialised in your sink, or a new pile of clothes sat themselves in your bedroom floor. Which was odd, because you had rotated between the same two outfits for the last eighteen days â your work uniform, or your pyjamas.Â
You were overwhelmed with it all. Even as your hectic work life came to an end, and you were waking up to the sunlight pouring into your room, instead of an alarm clock while the moon was still up. You were acutely aware of the mess of your apartment, and just the thought of it all left you lying motionless in your bed, staring up at the ceiling.Â
Tears stung your vision as you felt the seconds tick into minutes, and nothing happened. Attempting to will yourself to get up, and yet you simply couldn't. Exhausted beyond belief, with limbs sinking into the mattress and melding to the sheets.Â
You faintly heard the click of your front door lock, and if you had any more motivation in you, you'd probably get up to double check it was the only other person who had a key to your apartment, and not a burglar. Thankfully, you didn't have to, for Spencer was calling out your name, gently.
Too exhausted to even reply and alert him of where you were, you lay still until he had found you in your bedroom, his bad dropping by the doorway, feet shuffling against the rug.Â
"Good afternoon," he said, finding a seat on the edge of your bed, hand resting atop your thigh, gentle circles being rubbed into the skin.Â
"Is it already afternoon?" you asked him, voice quiet.Â
"Yeah. How long have you been awake in bed?"Â
"I don't know," you answered, voice awfully small as you felt the thick weight of frustration with yourself blanket over you. "I need to get up. The apartment's a mess."
"It's allowed to be," he said. "You've been doing sixteen hour days."
"Yeah, but I'm not today. I have the day off."
"Your first day off in weeks. I'd be concerned if you'd spent it productively."
You stared at him, unsure if the irritation that settled in your bones was because of his insistence that you not doing a thing was okay, or your exhaustion. Logically, it would be the latter. You did know that, deep down.Â
Upon seeing your eyes delve into something a little more desperate, he sighed, hand sliding up to your own, gently tugging you up into a seated position. His eyebrows knitted together at your exhausted look, and you could see his brain ticking behind his eyes.
"Do you want to split the tasks?" he finally asked.
"You don't have to," you shrugged your shoulders. "It's my mess."
"Honey, you're already overwhelmed, and all you've done is wake up," he answered, thumb drawing circles on the top of your hand that he still seemed to have clasped within his own. "Let me help."
"It's really gross."
"I've seen mutilated dead bodies."
"I'd argue my kitchen sink is worse."
"Oh would you?" his eyebrows shot up, lips twitching in amusement, that you found solace in, distracting you slightly from your overstimulated mind. "Do you want to have a shower?"
"Yes," you nodded your head, brain ticking over all the personal hygiene tasks you had been neglecting over the past few weeks.Â
"How about you go shower, I'll start cleaning up, and you come join me when you're feeling better?"
Despite your aversion to anybody but yourself tackling the mess of your apartment, you knew better than to deny Spencer any further â he had set his mind on helping you.Â
Sighing, you nodded your head in defeat. He had coaxed you up off the bed, gotten you to the bathroom, even found you a fresh set of clothes to wear, and waited with you for the water to warm up. It was really only once he was absolutely sure you had gotten into the shower, did he leave you be, and disappeared from the bathroom.Â
Eventually, the apartment had been cleaned, with efforts from the both of you getting it to where it now was.Â
You were a lot less exhausted, and your brain was a lot less fried now that you didn't have a million tasks catalogued within it to get done.Â
You were lying in your freshly made bed â courtesy of Spencer. Your head on his chest, fidgeting with one of his hands as he used the other to wave around as he rambled about something you were no longer following. It had started as a simple explanation for why you had been so overwhelmed in the first place. Which you had asked as a rhetoric, but didn't have the heart to stop him when he began explaining.Â
"You're not listening, are you?" he asked, free hand poking your side and emitting an involuntary laugh from you at the feeling.Â
"I am, I am! I'm just not following anymore."
"Sorry."
"It's okay," you replied, turning and poking your head up to be level with his. "I like hearing you speak, anyways. Doesn't matter if I don't understand."
He only hummed as a response, and the two of you stared at each other for a beat, before you were breaking out into a smile.Â
"Hi," you chirped.Â
"Hello," he answered, perhaps a little too amused by your sudden energy. "Would you like something?"
"A kiss?"
"After all that labour I just put in for you?" he mused, but he was already lifting his head to brush his lips against yours, and was most certainly not pulling away when you eagerly connected them properly.Â
You pulled back after a few moments, searching his face. "Do you want something for all that labour?"
His hand trailed up your spine, fingertips triggering a shiver to run up your back. "What do you have in mind?"
"I could give you the best head of your life."
He was clearly not expecting that as an offer, perhaps because you never had offered such a thing before. It wasn't even something you had talked about, which was bizarre (in your mind), considering he was quite enthusiastic about using his mouth on you.Â
"You don't need to do that," he shook his head, but with how close your faces were, you could see the instant dilation in his pupils.Â
"What if I want to?"Â
"Then that's very nice of you, but my point still stands," he replied.
"Spencer, let me do something in return," your voice was nothing short of a whine, and if he was any less turned on, maybe it wouldn't have made his firm footed denial falter. Maybe you knew that.
"You could do anything but that."
"So a handjob?"
"Or that."
"You're such an awful liar," you huffed. "I can see your pupils dilating. I know you're turned on by the thought of it."
"It could just be because I'm looking at you," he answered, voice hoarse, no doubt from the arousal he was attempting to deny was there. "Romantic attraction triggers the same response in our hormones."
"But it's not."
He fell silent for a few moments, before he allowed his resolve to slip, shaking his head in agreement with you. "No. It's not."
"See! It's okay if you want it. I'm quite literally offering myself to you," you spouted.Â
His eyes fluttered shut, and he exhaled through his nose, words coming out through almost gritted teeth. "That's not a sentence you should be saying."
"Why not?"
His only response was to say your name chidingly, and when he reopened his eyes, he was met with the shit-eating grin on your face.Â
"Brat," he mumbled, lips seeking yours once again.
"Who gives really good head," you hummed against his mouth. "And would really love to show you."
"If you're insistingâ"
"Which I am," you quickly interjected, staring back at him as yet another amused smile stretched across his lips. Then, he was nodding his head, and you were quite cheerfully kissing him all over again.
It wasn't that you kissed him with much fever at all â in fact, you were melting into his lips with a gentle hum. It was simply that he was kissing you back with a desperation you should be accustomed to. You weren't.Â
Every kiss you received from him always felt like he was chipping away at your soul, claiming a piece of it. Maybe he was.
You mewled when his teeth nipped at your lower lip, and he was quick to take the opportunity of slipping his tongue into your mouth. Though, alerted by his sudden control over the situation between you two, you reluctantly pulled your face away from his before it could go much further.Â
"Excuse me," he breathed out, scoldingly, only to be met with your hundredth grin of the day as you descended down his body. He'd take it â you smiling, albeit cockily, was much more rewarding than the concerned look you had been sporting for the majority of the afternoon.Â
"I don't do this very often," you told him as you lifted your gaze to his, absentmindedly tugging his pants down his legs.Â
"I hope not. You've never done it for me, and we've been together for quite a while."
"You know what I mean," you grumbled, and he was forced to poke his tongue into the inside of his cheek to keep the smile off his face.Â
"Is this comfortable for you?" he then asked, having noticed your constant adjustments of your positioning between his legs. From nerves or comfortability, he didn't know.Â
"Um. I guess so," you replied. "I've never done it lying down."
"We can do it however you prefer to do it, angel."
"Oh. Okay. Cool," you mumbled, sitting up straight and grabbing his hands within your own, tugging him over towards the edge of the bed.Â
You sank to your knees on the rug, tapping his knees with your hands to part them so you could situate yourself comfortably between them.Â
You were a vision if he'd ever seen one, and you weren't even doing anything. Perhaps you had noticed the effect you had on him, or maybe you were just largely enthusiastic about doing something for him, and only him.Â
Your tongue darted out to lick your lips, eyes flickering up to meet his face, and if this was the last sight he saw before he died, he would have no complaints.Â
"Have you ever gotten head before?" you mumbled, eyes fixated on him as your hands trailed up the sides of his thighs, resting at the waistband of his boxers.Â
"Yes."
"Okay," you whispered, quietly, tapping his hips so he could lift them, and you rolled his boxers down his skin.
"Okay?" he parroted.Â
"Okay," you confirmed with a nod of your head. "I just wanted to know if this is going to be completely new for you or not."
As you spoke, your fingertips dragged along his inner thighs, lips following soon after, kissing up the skin.Â
"I don't think that's going to matter, honey," he answered, voice breathless.Â
You smiled, not needing to ask what he meant. You lifted your head back up, studying his face. He gave you a nod, a silent confirmation to allow you to go further, and you took a beat to compose yourself. It's not like he would be mad at you if it sucked, but you had had a far too awful day to not do something good.Â
You hadn't done this in a while, it was true. So your hesitance came more from your brain figuring out what it actually needed to do, than your insecurities (they were there too).Â
Insecurities that melted away within an instant, for Spencer's thighs tensed beneath your hands that were now holding them apart the second your lips made contact with his cock, and through your lashes you could see his head tipping back.Â
Your cheeks warmed at how easy it was to get him to respond, and you wondered if the satisfaction settled in your chest was anything similar to how he felt when he did this to you.Â
You started hesitant. Gentle kitten licks at his tip that probably shouldn't have been garnering such a large reaction from him. But it was, and you had to preoccupy your mouth to keep the smug smile off of it.Â
Wrapping your lips around the head, he lets out the breathiest moan you think you've ever heard come from him, and your mind goes hazy. Newfound blind confidence wills you to take more of him in your mouth, and it's a quiet 'Fuck' that compels you even further.Â
In hindsight, he knew he'd enjoy it. It was you after all. He knew from the world shattering arousal that the simple sight of you on your knees was. He had, in a few short seconds, mentally prepared to enjoy this.
But not this much, and certainly not this quickly.Â
"I've been too selfless," he muttered as you lifted your head back up, tongue licking a stripe up the underside of him as you did. When you met his gaze in question, he added, "I mean never asking you for this. I should've."
You hummed as a response (it was all you really could do), and the gentle vibrations shot heat throughout his body. A shuddering moan rocked through his body, and if not for your quick response time in pushing his hips down, they would've knocked against your face when he bucked them up.
You hollowed your cheeks, lowering your head back down, and emitting the loveliest of moans from Spencer, whose hand found its way to your hair. Upon the lack of your protests, he made a loose ponytail with his fist, gently tugging on it upwards so you could lift your head.Â
You flattened your tongue on your ascend, successfully making his already weak grip on your hair go slack, within only seconds of him having grabbed it. Swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, his hips bucked up again, and you flinched.Â
"Jesusâfuck, sorry, honey," he rasped, though his guilt was quick to dissipate as he saw your thumbs up against his thigh. Your movements weren't hesitant, anymore. Just slow. Tortuously slow. "Can I..." he trailed off, seemingly becoming unsure of what it was he was asking of you within seconds, but the retightening of his hand in your hair gave you all you needed to know.Â
You nodded your head the best you could, and he mumbled a quiet 'thank you', allowing you to set a base pace, before taking over.Â
"So good. Jesus Christ, angel. Where did you learn this? Don't answer that. Don't tell me. Shit."Â
His rambling was sharp sentences, that didn't really sound like they belonged together, and certainly didn't sound like they should be coming out of his mouth. They weren't the most articulately structured phrases he's ever come up with. A thought that comforted you, because you were doing that to him.Â
"Fuck," he breathed out, once more, and you came to the mental conclusion you've never heard him swear so much in his life. The thought made your stomach flip.
Fingers dug into your scalp, though not too harshly to hurt. In fact, you were letting out a quiet moan of your own at the feeling, hips wiggling. Even in his state, Spencer noticed, and he smiled.
"Youâahâokay, angel?" he asked you, and you relished in the fact that he couldn't get out sentences without moaning.Â
Your response was yet another hum, and he was bucking his hips. Again.
You knew he was close for a multitude of reasons; the fact that he had quickened his gentle-turned-firm guidance of your head, his fingers tugging on your hair a little harsher than before, and the ever so lovely, "Jesus Christâpleaseâoh," leaving his lips, breathlessly.
It was a few more moments of that, before the fingers in your hair went impossibly tight, and the muscles in his thighs locked beneath your hands.Â
The fact you had never discussed doing this, meant neither of you knew the other's stance on what to do. Thankfully, Spencer was rendered so frenzied that he couldn't do anything.Â
It was a sickeningly lovely sight; you pulling back and swallowing, some of his come painting your bottom lip. His fingers twitched, before they dropped back to the mattress on either side of his body, his chest heaving just as much as your own.Â
Lightheaded, you slowly brought yourself back up to your feet, and Spencer's arms were quick to wrap around the backs of your thighs, pulling you into him.Â
"Best head of your life?" you asked, lowering your lips to brush against his.Â
"By a mile," he replied.Â
"Just one mile?"Â
"Maybe two."
Shooting him a glare, you huffed, and he laughed. "You're never getting head again, then."
He nipped your lower lip. "Okay."
"I'm putting my foot down," you retorted, disliking his lack of belief in your words. "Never again."
"I believe that."
"You should."
"Oh, I do," he hummed, sarcasm in his words making you frown. "Are your knees okay?"Â
If his goal was to distract you, he succeeded, for your eyes were instantly dropping to your knees, indents from the threads of the rug evident.Â
"They're okay," you confirmed, squirming as his thumbs rubbed circles into the skin on your thighs.Â
"Tell me if they're not," he instructed, and you nodded. He stood up, hands sliding up to your waist. "Shower?"
"Shower," you confirmed with a nod, despite the fact that you had showered only a few hours prior. "Can we watch a movie after?"
"Yes."
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let it out pt. 1 - 141xreader
(aka - the unhinged fivesome fic i've had cooking for ages and decided to finish for my stupid mental health)
[NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS - MDNI: 4.9k, alcohol/drinking mention, implied past misogyny, smoking mention, everything from here on is dub-con (this is your only warning): kissing, nipple-play, biting, dry humping, mmmf foursome (sorry, someone gets left out in this part đ), also, possibly the worst cliffhanger i've ever left a chapter on.]
You knew you should have locked the door.
âWhat in the hellâs gotten into you?â Soap shouted, more drunk than loud, blowing right through the door. Didnât even bother to knock.Â
Not that it mattered. The room was still mostly empty, with only your duffel thrown in the corner to mark it as any different from the hundreds of others. If you were lucky, you would all be leaving again in a few hours, and this ugly, anonymous, concrete box of a base in the middle-of-nowhere would be nothing but a hazy memory. One in a long string of others that would soon fade back into nothing. A boring footnote at the end of a frustrating mission.
You sighed as you rolled to face him. You had been staring at the ceiling on your shitty little bed, arms crossed and still fully clothed, minus your boots. Those youâd kicked off once youâd returned to âyourâ room, letting them crash into the corner not caring what they took with them. Youâd thrown yourself down onto the thin mattress with a huff, intent on stewing in your anger for the rest of the night. Maybe in the morning you would be able to face your âteammatesâ with more than a forced smile.Â
Soap stood over you, hands on his hips, dark eyebrows pushing a thick crease into the center of his forehead. His cheeks were still slightly blushed from the first few rounds of celebratory, post-mission drinks with the team. The ones you had just skipped out on.Â
What should have been a relaxing evening to bond with your teammates had felt like a joke. You had quietly sat at the table with the four other men, sipping your beer while they laughed and animatedly told stories. Soap had even thrown his arm around you more than once, usually at the point his story where you had tried to do something. Tried.
âCanât leave out the part with Medic!â he had said, âSheâs the only reason any ovâ us made it out in one piece!âÂ
Youâd answered his friendliness with a terse, cold smile. Itâs like he had gone on a completely different mission from you. Youâd made an excuse to visit the bathroom while Price and Gaz had gone out for a smoke, making a break for your room. Â
âNothing,â you lied, jaw tight. The short nails digging into your skin as you turned away. âIâm fine. Just donât feel like drinks tonight.â
âAh, youâre a shit liar, Medic,â he said, a playful edge to his harsh tone, as he pointed at you. He moved to the side of your bed, his blue eyes able to keep boring down into you.Â
You chose ignore him, rolling over to your back to stare at the ceiling again. Fuck him. He didnât outrank you. He let out a frustrated huff and sat down on your bed. The frame creaked loudly as he did, rolling you suddenly against as his weight dipped the mattress.Â
âCome on, Medic. Talk tâ me,â he pleaded, his voice low and soft. The crease in his forehead remained. âYouâre not acting like yourself. Whatâs wrong?âÂ
âDonât know, Soap,â you said letting out a breath as you continued staring at the water marks in the tiles above you. Anything to keep your eyes from wandering to his face. Those sad, puppy-dog eyes of his would have cracked your resolve instantly and you knew it. âJust donât understand why I was even needed on that mission.â
His concerned face came into view as he leaned over you.Â
âThe fuck you mean by that?â
You sat up and backed away, averting your gaze pointedly away from him as you pulled your knees to your chest. You didnât want the image of him hovering over you to get too comfortable in your head. Thankfully, he moved to let you sit up. You were over your little pity party anyway. You were ready to talk like an adult.Â
âDonât act stupid, Soap,â you said softly with just a little bit of petulance left in your tone. âAll four of you did the same thing all mission.âÂ
While he continued to stare at you: open mouthed and confused, you moved, throwing your legs over the side of the bed to sit at his side. You tried to put some distance between the two of you, but you had scant room left as he was already in the middle of your tiny mattress. It forced you to press your knees and thighs to his. You could feel his warmth bleed through his jeans. How that man could run so warm was a medical mystery, one that made you shiver.Â
âWhat?â he asked, turning to you with eyebrows raised, all the more concerned. âWhaâd we do?âÂ
You rolled your eyes and shot an exasperated look his way. How could he be so dense? Did he not even realize how the whole team had been treating you for the past month?Â
âWhat did you do?â you answered him mockingly. âYou spent the whole mission making me feel useless! Anytime any of you got injured you were pushing me away! Me!â you said pointing at your chest. âIâm a medic, Soap! Your medic. Thatâs the whole reason Iâm here! Iâve been doing this job for years! Iâve been on multiple special forces teams before this. What more do I have to do to prove to you I can do my job?âÂ
Soap was silent, which concerned you. He stared down at his hands between his legs. You could feel he was holding something back, something he didnât want to tell you. A tear rolled down your cheek. You had a feeling you knew what the root of the problem was. Â
âIs it . . . is it because Iâm a woman? Is that why?â you asked, wiping at your eyes. It was painful to even say it. Youâd faced this before, you werenât stupid. Some, no, scratch that most, teams were a boys only club, and you just had to grit your teeth through it until you were reassigned. âYou know, if you want a man-â
âNo!â he yelled, interrupted you, grabbing for your hand as you wiped away your tears. You snatched it out of his involuntarily.Â
âThen what is it?â you snapped back, still in no mood to dick around. If you needed to talk to Price and get your bag packed tonight, then so be it. Youâd rather take care of this sooner than later.Â
Soap wrapped his arms around you, surprising you. He held you to his chest for a moment, running his hands down your back. You tried to push yourself away, shoving at his unyielding stomach and squeaking out his name against his chest, all to no avail. He was just too strong.Â
âCalm down, hen. Calm down. Donât fight me,â he said softly in your ear. âGive me a chance to speak mâ piece, hear?âÂ
You complied with a groan, ceasing your struggle. This wasnât professional, obviously, but you couldnât find a reason to fight it anymore. You let him hold you for a moment, the constant thrum of his heart pounding in your ear. He was so warm too. You wished you could give in, just melt into the surrounding heat of his arms and chest. You knew it was just because you were stressed and hadnât been touched in, fuck, it had to be months now, but still.Â
âYouâre right. Sorry. Sorry we treated you like that,â he confessed.Â
His hands slid over your shoulders, releasing you from most of his steely grip. You didnât try to wrench away this time, but you did rest your hands on his chest. The feel of his pectoral muscles, even though they were softened by the cotton of his shirt, made you tremble. This was terribly dangerous territory to be treading in.Â
âDidnât mean to. Honest. Weâre all just . . .â he trailed off, letting his head cock to the side as he flexed his hands on your upper arms.
You pulled away, just enough to look up at his face. You didnât want him to hide, not now. You were teammates after-all. You actually wanted to stay teammates for once, not get bounced from team to team, from one group of assholes to another every six months. The wear of never being able to put down roots, let alone connect to the humans you were keeping alive was starting to fray your psyche. Some days you felt like little more than a sentient med-bag.Â
With the 141 though, it felt different. You didnât want to lose that. Youâve been together through the standard life-and-death situations and made it out alive. Youâd slept side by side in the gravel, shared cold MREâs in the dark, even tended to each otherâs wounds when theyâd let you. There was no need for him to hide the truth from you. Besides, youâd been weak for Soap from the moment you met but managed to keep it professional, barely. Youâre pretty sure the cocky bastard knows it too. As much as you wanted him, you valued your job and position over any selfish need for sexual fulfillment.Â
âWeâre scared shitless âa losing you,â he continued with a pained sigh, leaning in to press his lips to your eyebrow, strong, calloused hand gripping your bicep.Â
Oh. His words made your brain flat-line. Well, you thought. This was . . . new? A team that actually cared about you?
His hand cupped your jaw; warm, rough fingers smoothing over your cheek and neck. You closed your eyes and bit your lip, partly from pleasure, partly to suppress any embarrassing noises. There was no way was this happening.Â
âWe all are,â he continued, warm breath fanning across your face. âKnow you can handle yourself. Itâs just . . . anytime it gets hot and we start getting hit, something in me . . . all of us . . . just wants to protect you.â
You smiled, lip falling out of the grip of your teeth. No one had ever said something so caring to you before, least of all a fellow soldier.Â
âThatâs a dumb fucking reason, Soap,â you said weakly back to him.Â
You thumped a fist on his chest once, trying to cover your wavering voice and vulnerability with sarcasm. You wished he would take the bait like others had in the past, but he didnât. He sat there in silence, still holding your face, waiting for you. You sighed as he pressed his hand to the small of your back.Â
âDo you know how stressed out you guys made me?â you finally let out. Tears piqued in the corner of your eyes again, hazing your vision. âLike everyday? Your lives are in my hands and you wouldnât-â
âI know,â he interrupted you with a groan, hand moving up your back to stroke at your neck. You sighed, leaning into his hand as he massaged you. ââs not right. Iâll talk to the guys later about it, if you want. Doan think we donât want you, because we do. Honest.âÂ
He looked down at you with those blue eyes, practically glowing with emotion, and . . . how can you refute him when you can read him so plainly? His eyes spoke sadness through that stare in a way that words failed. There was also something darker there: a drunken, feral hunger thatâs blowing his pupils wide as he cradled your head. Itâs eating those precious blue irises until thereâs nothing left but a dark pit of lust. Your hand clutched tighter on his shirt, pulling the collar enough to reveal his collarbone. Itâs a pit youâre both precipitously close to falling over. Â
âI would . . . appreciate that,â you sighed as his thumb stroked over your cheek.Â
You tried to keep your eyes on the scar on his chin, but it only drew you to his lips and that delicious dark stubble. He had been back on base for less than a day, but he still hadnât shaved post-mission. You wondered if he had taken your half-joking comment about how men are more attractive with facial hair to heart. You broke your eyes away, not wanting to countenance that line of thought. At least not while he was still tenderly cradling your face.Â
âWould rather be there to say it myself, thoughâ you continued airily.Â
Soap drew his fingers out over your face, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip. You let your eyes fall shut again despite yourself. You felt his hoppy breath waft over your face as he tightened his grip on the back of your neck.Â
âGet it all out . . . in front of everyone,â you said, finishing your thought with a struggle.
âYeah,â he said, his nose nudging yours. âLet it out.â
Before you can stop him - fuck, like you wanted to stop him now - he pulled you into his lap, slotting his mouth over yours for a kiss. Thereâs no warning. No gentleness or confessions. Shit like that fell fast to the wayside in the military. It had made you sad at first, the loss of intimacy inherent in building a romantic relationship, but fuck it. You need this. You give into his lead completely: the desperate way he forced himself into your mouth, all passion, teeth and tongue. You balled both your hands in his shirt and hold on for dear life.
He hummed, pleased with himself, as he broke away to kiss down your neck. Youâre no better though. Youâre moaning right along with him, telegraphing loud and clear how well heâs breaking you down, how much you want him. He doesnât waste time as he sucks hickies onto your throat, rucking up your shirt to paw at your bra at the same time. Alone time is another one of those luxuries the military makes you ration: never knowing when someone will burst in the door to call you away. Heâs obviously hungry to get your tits out and heâs not letting a second go to waste.Â
âThought Iâd find you here,â a gruff voice said flatly behind you.Â
Both you and Soap looked up in shock at the large, masked, black-clad figure filling your doorway. You didnât even hear the door open. Wait, fuck, had Soap left it open this whole time? You tried to wriggle away, pushing at Soapâs shoulder, not wanting your Lieutenant of all people to see you like this: shirt half off, face flushed with fresh, wet bites coloring your neck. Soap held on to you though, his full strength holding you to his body as you tried to kick away. He simply tucked back into your neck, continuing to blindly unclasp your bra.Â
âMedicâs stressed, LT. Wanna help?â Soap mumbled playfully, giving up on getting under your bra, switching instead to pulling your shirt up off your chest.Â
Soap is putting you on display for your superior officer: a present with the wrapping peeled off the corner, just waiting to be torn in to, tempting the other man to join. Your eyes are wide, pleading silently with Ghost to take even the smallest amount of mercy on you. Your brain is racing to concoct some plausible story to get both you and Soap out of this mess with your jobs and itâs not looking good.Â
Ghost continued to lean against the wall, arms crossed across that broad chest, masked face passively observing you and Soap without a hint of emotion. Soap managed to peel your shirt off of your chest, forcing your arms off of him for a moment to push it up. Itâs Ghost, however, that grabs it from behind, guiding it up off your arms, tossing it behind him. It sends a shiver up your spine how silent he is. You didnât hear him approach, but you can feel energy radiating off him as he stands behind you.Â
Soap does away with your bra with those practiced, nimble hands of his once itâs exposed. Once youâre fully bare, heâs pushing you off his lap to kneel on the floor in front of you. You stare down at him as he kisses his way across your chest, his hands stroking up and down your ribs while pressing your breasts together at their peak, mostly so that you aren't forced to face Ghost in this state. A gasp catches in your throat as Soap finds his prize. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and you canât help but screw your eyes shut and let out a high-pitched whine. Youâre silently glad it wasnât his name.Â
You feel Ghostâs gloved hand scrape along the back of your neck: thumb on your spine, long fingers curled around your artery. Your skin prickles underneath it.
âGotta plan, Johnny?â Ghost asks him, deep voice rumbling gravel-rough as he tests his fingers against your skin and you whimper. You know heâs strong. Know he can snap necks with those hands. Youâve seen it. Fuck if it isnât making your pussy clench at how gentle he is, how rough he could be.Â
âFuck, LT. Stayinâ right here,â He says breathlessly, breaking away only long enough to answer your superior.Â
Soap cups a breast in each hand, gently squeezing as he moves to lay an open mouthed kiss on your sternum. He tweaks your wet nipple with a moan, absorbed already in his own pleasure. Soap always was too loud. Too vocal.Â
âAinât she fuckinâ beautiful, Ghost? Doan be shy. Join in.â
Ghostâs fingers flex on the back of your neck again, breaking your stare away from Soap as he works kisses over to your other breast. You weakly wrap your arms around Soapâs shoulders, finding comfort in holding him, something solid in this tumult youâve been thrown into. Heâs at least obvious with what he wants. Ghost is a variable, an unknown. You still arenât sure what heâs going to do even as he closes his fingers deliciously around your throat; weak moans falling from your mouth.Â
He could easily turn on his heel and have the both of you court marshaled by morning. You know it. You know he could read the fear in your eyes when you first saw him. Heâs seen it before. Itâs life and death. The fear of whatever decision he makes, it may change both Soap and your lives forever. His eyes are as dark and unreadable as Soapâs are bright and expressive. The flex of his gloved fingers on your neck and the subtle shift of his hips in his tac-pants makes you bite your lip. A swipe of his thumb over your lip, pulling it out from your teeth, tells you his decision without a word.Â
Thatâs when Soap finally locked his lips around your other nipple. He sucked hard, teeth scraping over the sensitive bud. Ghostâs hands kept your head locked, eyes boring down into you, standing over you, keeping you beneath him, powerless. You closed your eyes, locked your fingers into Soapâs mohawk and moaned, throwing your head back as you let it out.Â
Ghost let go of your head suddenly. He walked in awkwardly large steps around Soap as he rounded your bed.Â
âKeep that mouth quiet then,â he said, an order to himself. âCanât have the whole base showinâ up.â
You felt the mattress sink behind you a moment later, followed by Ghost snaking his arms around you. One hand on your stomach, one on your jaw, locking you in place. You shuddered, leaning into the cold, rough texture of the gloves on his hands. You could feel the buttons on his shirt as his chest pushed flush to your back.Â
Fuck, heâs so big. So strong, you thought. Not that you had much time for that. The hand on your stomach left to pull up the bottom of his mask before quickly falling back in place, his other hand tilting your head back to slot his mouth over yours.
It sent your mind into another galaxy. This shouldnât be happening, your closest teammates: Soap and Ghost, both pawing over your body, touching, kissing, pleasing you. You were all beyond unprofessional at this point. Never mind how much youâve been fantasizing about this, about all of them.Â
It had been a tortuous downward spiral ever since you swore you would be right behind them, ready at a moment's notice to put them back together, to put your own body on the line to save them. That was your promise, your personal mission: to get them home alive. You wondered if that was what triggered this protective attitude of theirs. Not that the inâs and outâs of how you all ended up like this really mattered. The reality of the situation was: If Price ever found out you were all dead.
Soapâs hands brace on both of your thighs as he begins to kiss down your torso, a new goal in mind.Â
Ghost, your god damn lieutenant, of all people, always so cold and calculating. You felt he should have been the last person listening to Soapâs crazy ideas to crawl into your bed. He shouldnât be holding you like a china doll, petting your face as he peppers gentle, unsure, little kisses over your lips. You shouldnât be demurely shying away from the skin heâs revealing to you, but here you are. You lay your hand over his on your hip and he breaths a silent groan across your mouth. He just stays like that for a moment, holding and listening to you as Soap lays messy kisses south of your navel, tickling you with his head and facial hair.Â
âGhost,â you moan, gripping his gloved hand, hoping it goads him into what you want: kissing you deeper, as Soap pops open the fly of your pants.
It does. He obliges immediately, pushing himself into your mouth, swirling your tongue with his. Your cry covers his whine. It all feels too good, too much. The rain breaking loose over the parched desert soil. It didnât matter anymore, the consequences. You just wanted this. You were ready to take as much as they could give until the flood swept you away.Â
âWoah,â a familiar voice called from the door.Â
Fuck. You know that voice. Gaz.Â
Ghostâs hand on your jaw kept you from breaking away. He wasnât done with you yet. You feel Soap turn away from working your pants off. The door creaks partially shut behind Gaz as he enters, sticky bottoms of his boots squeaking against the clean floor.Â
âCame to check on Medic,â he continued, far too cool and collected. âSee if sheâs okay. Didnât, ah. Didnât expect this.âÂ
He isnât backpedaling out of your room. He isnât apologizing or telling the other men to break it up. Fuck, heâs walking farther in.
âCoam on in mate,â Soap said to Gaz cheerily, his accent slurring thick. âWorkinâ on cheerinâ her up right now. Room ânough for all of us,â
Soap looked up at you, shit eating grin plastered across his face, as Ghost finally broke your kiss. He pulled down your zipper: hands slowly pushing away the fabric at your waist, peeling your fly open to reveal your underwear.Â
You heard Gaz whistle as he walked up to the bed, just the same as Ghost had. Gaz hummed as he approached the three of you, stopping to observe like you were a blushing nude in a piece of art and not a human being. If Soap had been emotional in his approach, and Ghost had been careful, Gaz was hungry. He wasnât interested in wasting time asking questions. He was here, this was happening, and that was all that mattered.Â
âWhere you want me?â he asked, eye flicking between Ghost and Soap.Â
âStayinâ right here, sergeant,â Ghost said against your lips, absently commanding the man. It should have concerned you how easily they talked about you like you werenât even there.
âCanât even steal a peck?â he said cheekily, leaning down so that the brim of his blue hat tickled your temple.Â
âOne,â Ghost said, releasing you with a growl.
Gazâs hand gently turned your head toward him. You breathed a sigh as he leaned in to press your sensitive, kiss-bruised lips to his. He moved slowly and sweetly, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth to test it, but never breaking away. Each of them kissed so differently and it drove you mad thinking that all of this had been right here just waiting for you.Â
Ghost wasnât one to wait for his turn. Your lips were his. Heâd claimed them already, and Gaz, as much as he liked the man, was testing his limits. He pressed his face into the crane of your neck, mask jutting into your jaw awkwardly, sinking his teeth in to what skin he could reach. The first bite shocked you enough to make you pull away from Gaz with a gasp, leaving Gaz grinning at the man behind you.Â
âNice play,â he said nicely, smiling with his teeth barred.Â
He knew it was better to play fair in a situation like this and let his superiors take the lead. They were his brothers, not his enemies, after all. Besides, you had so much more to offer him. Like those beautiful tits, nipples still shiny with Soapâs spit, just begging for attention. He took off his hat, tossing it around the metal post of your headboard, and set to work.
âCheap though,â Soap mumbled against the skin of your hip.Â
Ghost grunted in response, continuing his line of bites down your neck as you whined in his grasp.Â
Gaz didnât respond, or even seem to mind. Heâs humming around your nipple, flicking his tongue across the very tip. A trail of sparks shoot up your spine. His fingers gently petted across your breast, squeezing with just a bit of pressure as he reached your nipple.Â
You gritted your teeth together, suppressing a moan. With all three of them working together, it was just too much. If you didnât stop yourself now, there was no telling what wanton, stupid things you would say.  Â
âHarder, Gaz,â Ghost commanded. His voice rough, breath hot and ragged down your neck.Â
Gaz obeyed, teeth testing the nipple in his mouth, pinching the one in his hand. You bowed back as much as you could in Ghostâs grip, a whiny moan ripping from your throat.Â
âBeautiful,â Soap whispered, nuzzling at your pussy through your pants. He cleared his throat. âLT. Need yer help âere,âÂ
You feel Ghost lean over your shoulder, looking past your exposed body down to Soap between your trembling legs. Soapâs bright eyes avoid your pleasure-drunk gaze, focusing entirely on the massive man behind you. He cracks a wide smile as their eyes lock.Â
âWhat yâ need, Johnny?â Ghost asked, his gloved hands gripping into the flesh of your torso.Â
Soap dug his fingers into your cargo pants, his smile on the edge of manic.Â
âLift âer up. Get these off,â he answered, throat bobbing as he spoke with denial, anticipation, lust.Â
âOn three,â Ghost responded, wrapping both his strong arms around your chest, locking you into place.Â
Gaz had only a moment to pull off you before the count began. When Ghost reached âoneâ, he lifted you off the bed easily, allowing Soap enough room to pull your pants down to your knees.Â
Ghost set you down, this time onto his lap. You blushed and he groaned, realizing he was now holding you down with both hands against his brutally hard cock.Â
Soap was already stripping your pants off fully, throwing them with a flutter behind his back. His eyes were blown wide, blue irises fully consumed by his pupils. His chest heaved, struggling to catch his breath, as he held your legs wide enough to push his way into the drenched gusset of your panties.Â
âFuck,â he said, running his thumb up the slick-soaked fabric.Â
You turned your head out of the crook of Ghostâs shoulder, struggling in vain to catch your breath. Gaz was right there, unfortunately. He caught your lips again, pushing his tongue into your mouth to quiet your pitiful mewling as Ghost rolled his cock into the plush of your ass. Gazâs hands cupped your breasts again, grazing alternately at your nipples just enough to send that delicious tickle down your spine.Â
Soap huffed a hot breath against your clothed cunt, making you shudder against the hands containing you.Â
âCaâ wait tâ taste that pussy,â Soap moaned, his nose grazing your clit through your panties as he pushed his face fully against your leaking core.Â
Ghost groaned at Soapâs words, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You cried into Gazâs mouth, making him break away. Ghost pulled away as well and looked over at Gaz.Â
âGaz,â Ghost asked, suddenly devoid of emotion.Â
âHmm?â Gaz answered, looking away from you as he pet at your face, wiping away your tears.Â
âWhen you left, where was Price?â
Gaz thought for a moment, pausing to look down at you with eyebrows knit together.Â
âCap? Not sure. After I left to find-â
âYou just left him?â Ghost interrupted him tersely, leaning over into Gazâs face, jostling you around like a doll. Soap grumbled as your pussy was wrenched away from him. Ghost wrapped a hand in Gazâs collar to pull him close.Â
âYeah?â Gaz answered, nerves trembling his voice. âWhy-â
âBecause he knew Iâd follow you here. Just like the rest of you did,â your Captainâs dull, almost disappointed voice answered from the dark just outside your door.Â
A spike of fear shot down your spine. Oh, you were all so screwed.Â
a/n: yes, part three of Girl's Night Out is still coming! consider this an extra anniversary treat dedicated to everyone who sent kind messages while I clawed my way out of this bout of depression. (âżâ âżâ ) â€ïž part two to this thing . . . idk when y'all want it??
#mw2#141/reader#141 x reader#cod fanfic#starry writes#call of duty#cod mw2#soap/reader#soap x reader#ghost/reader#ghost x reader#gaz/reader#gaz x reader
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i care for you still
ex bf!jj maybank x fem!reader
cw â talks of a breakup, both cry, fluff, kissing, angst, implied sex
summary â after a few months, you finally decide to talk with jj one on one.
a/n â idk why jj just popped back up into my mind but i wrote this in like 20 minutes so excuse me if its garbage. please request though!!!
do not copy or post my work anywhere else.
itâd been months of tense hangouts with the pogues, months of jj moping around, and months of your friends begging you to just talk to him. youâd tried multiple times but he was stubborn. every conversation somehow ended with you two back to the same topic of your past relationship.
it wasnât that you didnât love jj anymore, you were sure part of you always would. he was your first boyfriend, first love, first kiss, first time, first everything. heâd always have part of your heart. he was the one who taught you real love.
but there was that saying that went âyou canât love someone else if you donât love yourself,â which couldnât be more true. you couldnât pin why or when it started, but you slowly started to lose yourself. your mental health began slipping, you hated looking in the mirror, and you wanted to do nothing else but rot in bed.
in turn, you started pulling away from jj which only hurt him more than you knew. it broke your heart, and it broke even more to have to break up with him. but you couldnât just string him along when you knew you werenât in the right state to be in a relationship.
after youâd done it, the two of you took a break from the pogues in fear youâd have to see the other. in the early months, it felt like youâd never get over him and the thought of having to see him only made your heart ache more. thankfully, you still had sarah and kiara to keep you company while he had pope and john b.
after a while, you both began hanging with the group as a whole. it was always tense and awkward but you still tried to enjoy it and not make it weird for your friends. on the odd chance that you were alone with him, heâd always bring up your relationship and ask where it went wrong.
once heâd received no real answer the last ten times, he just stopped asking. he had realized maybe it was better that he didnât know. heâd heard rumors of you messing with other guys and he wasnât sure he could take it if he found out you were truly with someone else.
this all brought you here at the chateau with your friends. you all were sat on the porch, besides jj who was sat in the hammock with a can of beer in his hand. you were completely zoned out and definitely not listening to the argument between john b and kiara about micro plastics.
you sighed and took a sip out of your bottle of water before getting up to use the bathroom. âbe right back,â you told the others as you stood and opened the front door to go inside. you toed past the small piles of clothes on the floor and picked up some empty cans on the way to throw out.
you headed into the bathroom and turned on the sink, pressing some cold water on your skin to cool off before washing your hands and looking at yourself in the mirror. you chewed your lip anxiously as you just stared.
you had to have been in there for a few minutes, maybe five if you had to guess. then there was a knock and the sound of kiaras voice. âweâre heading out to get some more beer. you want anything?â she asked, slightly muffled through the thick wood.
âno, iâm okay,â you replied quickly knowing you definitely didnât need to be drinking heavily tonight. you heard her mumble a quick goodbye before her footsteps got louder and the sound of the front door echoed through the empty space. you dried your hands on the towel behind you then made your way back through the house.
you stepped outside onto the porch, freezing when you were met with jj. âthought you went with them,â he said awkwardly after clearing his throat. his body stiffened and his hands fidgeted with one another.
âuh, no,â you stammered just as awkwardly. âi was in the bathroom.â you didnât even know why you said that. he didnât need to know that and he probably didnât care either.
he shook his empty can in his right hand. âweâre out of beer,â he explained almost as if he were letting you know why he was up on the porch in front of you. the last thing he needed you thinking was that he was some weird stalker.
you nodded. âi heard,â you said and stepped aside to allow him to walk past you and into the house. he quickly walked inside and to the fridge in search of something. âare you okay?â you blurted out as you followed him in even though you most likely knew the answer.
âfine. you?â he replied bluntly. he knew you werenât stupid and he knew you were definitely onto him. he closed the fridge door and leaned against the kitchen counter to look at you.
you frowned slightly at his cold attitude. âiâm sorry, jj,â you said softly. âiâm sorry about the way i treated you.â
he bit the inside of his cheek and crossed his arms over his chest, looking off to the side for a second to gather his thoughts. âwhyâd you do it?â
you almost chose to play stupid for a second and ask what he meant but youâd had this conversation one too many times to not know what he meant. only this time, you intended to finish it. âi was scared,â you began timidly. âi wasnât doing good and i was scared to hurt you.â
âbut you did,â he replied just above a whisper. the air was thick with tension and the house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop and every floorboard creak.
you pursed your lips into a thin line and nodded sadly. âi know. i thought breaking up would make it easier instead of dragging you down with me,â you said with the same softness in your voice as his. âbut it didnât and i hurt you. and iâm sorry for that.â
his eyes bored into yours, his once energetic, bright blue eyes now a more dull, tired shade. âwhy couldnât you just talk to me about it? i coulda helped you.â
you could hear the shake in his voice. the conversations never really went this far, usually stopping the moment they started because you just couldnât handle it. and here you were, beginning to choke up. âbecause i didnât wanna bother you,â you stated.
âit wouldnât have bothered me, you know that,â he said, uncrossing his arms and instead placing them behind him on the counter. âi woulda wanted you to talk to me if somethinâ was up. i coulda been there to help you or at least support you.â
you bit your lip nervously and looked down at your hands, now beginning to pick at your cuticles. âits hard to talk about,â you muttered. âi jusâ didnât feel good about myself and i couldnât put that on you.â
he let out a shaky breath. âi woulda done anything for you,â he whispered. âi jusâ wanted to be there for you.â
you heard the soft sob that slipped past his lips. the two of you were reopening old, unhealed wounds now and the unshed tears that had been pushed down for months were beginning to finally surface. you finally looked back up to his face, him already looking at you with tears in his eyes. âdo you want a hug?â you asked gently.
when he didnât reply, you took cautious steps toward him to give him an opportunity to back out before wrapping your arms around his neck. you immediately felt his arms lock around your waist tight and him crane down to bury his face into the space between your shoulder and neck.
his body shook with sobs as he cried into your t-shirt. it only made your heart break more and in turn, you felt tears finally fall down your cheeks. âiâm really fucking sorry jj,â you mumbled through your wobbling voice.
âitâs okay,â he sobbed, squeezing you a little tighter against him. âi forgive you. i forgave you months ago.â
you frowned and closed your eyes, just savoring the moment between you two. it felt like the world went silent for a moment. like it was just you two again. you missed this feeling and by the way he was clinging onto you, you assumed he did too.
you two stayed like that for another minute before he finally began to pull away slowly, still keeping his hands firmly holding your hips. your arms stayed linked around his neck with how close the two of you remained. âgimme one more chance,â he mumbled, his intense gaze staring right into you.
you closed your eyes and sighed. âjjââ
he cut you off. âplease, sweetheart. i donât want you to be alone. whatever you need, âm here. i jusâ wanna be here for you.â
âyou canât fix me,â you replied honestly. âthis is something i need to do on my own.â
he thought for a moment before nodding. âthats okay. you can do it alone. iâll jusâ be here to support you.â
you felt your bottom lip wobble and your eyes burn with tears. youâd never really had someone like jj who stuck with you through your stubbornness, someone who continued offering help even when you consistently denied and subconsciously began to self sabotage. âi donât wanna dump all my problems on you.â
he wiped the drop of liquid that ran down your cheek with his thumb before taking both your hands in his own. âdonât worry about that. just worry about you, ok? i got the rest.â
you shook your head. âthatâs not fair to you, jj.â you leaned your forehead against his chest to hide your face when you felt more thick tears fall silently.
he brought one hand up to cradle the back of your head while the other intertwined your fingers. âif it means youâll feel better, then i donât care. i just wanna help you. trust me, âm gonna be fine.â
you immediately began to melt when you felt his hand play with your hair softly. you couldnât say no to him, you never could. this was the man you were completely and utterly in love with and even after putting him through so much, he was still this soft with you. how could you just move on?
pulling away from his chest, his hand moved from the back of your head to your cheek, cradling it in his large palm. his thumb lightly traced your cheekbone as he searched your eyes for any negative signs, anything to tell him what he was about to do was wrong.
when he found absolutely nothing, he surged forward and pressed him lips to yours. you sighed into the kiss, months of longing and passion poured into one simple movement. his other hand moved from yours to your hip inside, squeezing lightly at it and pulling you closer so your body was pressed to his.
âfuck, i missed you,â he mumbled against your lips before kissing you again, slipping his tongue inside and moving his hand that was once on your cheek to your neck to gently press at the sides. you felt a little lightheaded at the action in the best ways possible.
the kiss was slow and passionate, something youâd missed so desperately about being with jj. he didnât often rush things like this. he preferred to take his time and make you feel all woozy and worked up.
you could feel him begin to get slightly antsy, unsure of what to do with his hands. you chose to grab the one on your hip and slide it down lower. he instinctively brought the other one down as well and cupped your ass before laughing against your lips when you whimpered.
once the two of your finally needed to catch your breath, panting and mingling your breaths, he smiled cheekily. âhow âbout we make up for lost time?â
you couldnât help but return the same smile. âi think i like that idea.â
he wasted no time in grabbing the back of your thighs and lifting you up, heading straight for the guest room he claimed as his own.
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For the alpha/omega one, forced proximity on one of his missions he gets sent on, and she is basically standard issue along with his weapon. Sheâs around his stuff/in his bunk 24/7, her sent slowly permeating everything, eventually his mask, driving him crazy/rut if thatâs interesting. She gets captured, he starts to realize how much heâd unconsciously relied on her, goes feral, tears enemy base apart and she nurses him back to health? Hehehehe I love feral könig
Oh, he's pissed.
Warnings: mentions of violence, attempted sexual assault (very minor and brief, guy gets what's coming to him)
When Ridgeback had informed the team that they had a new assignment, König was sighing in relief. Finally, a moment away from that damned omega. A chance to prove that he didn't need some weak, not-so-self-sustainable thing to "improve his performance" (if anything, you were just making him grumpier, with how often you complained about the standard-issued nesting material. He already said he'd buy you some new blankets, ok?!).
But then, Ridgeback announced that any partners belonging to the soldiers would be included on the deployment. Meaning omegas. Meaning you.
You weren't happy, either. You thought you were going to get an entire two weeks to yourself, including the entirety of König's room and bathroom and a chance to roll around in his clothes and scent uninterrupted. You'd get to chat it up with the sweet beta corporals that accompanied you to the mess hall in your Alpha's absence. But now? Being flown out to god-knows-where with König, a.k.a. Chuckles? With even fewer nesting materials of an even lesser quality? Great. Just perfect.
König hated how you were everywhere. He hated how your scent, ocean breeze and warm sandalwood, had clung to every article of clothing he owned. He hated how you built your (rather lackluster) nest in the top bunk with a literal wall of pillows around you - he wasn't even in there with you, why were you adding insult to injury? He hated that you were even here in the first place. Who's idea was this?! Now he has to growl at anybody that approaches his table in the dingy cafeteria where the two of you eat in silence, or sit in in the briefing room with you squished to near death in the corner, just to keep you away from other alphas. Not to mention, projecting his scent to cover yours is very inconvenient, you should really stop smelling so nice.
It was a breath of fresh air when they finally landed at the objective rally point for the mission - but the gunshots and acrid smell of blood did little to drown out the thoughts of you. What were you doing without him there to scowl at you? He didn't like the idea of some random beta from this random base taking you to meals, but it was better than an Alpha, he supposed. Your scent clung to his mask, and although it made his senses keener and sharper, he really wished it would just go away, so he could stop thinking of you and focus on the mission. Thankfully, it didn't last too long.
Thank goodness he was still in overdrive when the heli touched base, though - because he quickly found out that you were not where you should be: in his room. He'd have half a mind to think you ran off to do your own thing, if it wasn't for the sour scent in the room, rather than your usual sweet, slightly angry notes. You didn't leave intentionally.
Everyone was instantly on edge when he burst out of the room, nostrils flaring and pupils shrunken in his rage. Horangi rushed after him as König stormed throughout the base, following the trail of your scent (he has to make sure his friend doesn't kill anyone - innocent, that is). He hadn't claimed you yet; a decision he was regretting more and more by the second. What kind of Alpha was he? Leaving you alone on a foreign base without a nice, toothy mark on your neck. No, he didn't need you (đ), but you were his. He should have made that clear. He didn't like it when people tried to take his omega.
It didn't take long before he heard you - some idiot Alpha had dragged you into the back of a humvee, and König could see your limbs kicking and scratching underneath the man (who had a decent, bloody scratch on his face - good on you). Your snarls and hisses echoed through the cracked windows - which König promptly shattered as he smashed his arm through it, grabbing the sergeant by his collar and pulling him out through the broken glass. You suddenly froze at the sound of the man being punched relentlessly, smelling a familiar cinnamon, woodsmoke, and earth, combined with the smell of blood. König's scent smelled like straight blood when he was angry, and it was terrifying, even to you.
Horangi was quick to interject König and his death sentence to the sergeant, pulling him off of the smaller Alpha - a bold move, even dangerous, but their pack bond was thicker than iron, and König wouldn't mistakenly swing on his friend.
Horangi shoved König back, muttering a quick "get your omega", before pulling the now-unconscious sergeant up by his armpits. "I'll do something with him."
König took a moment to clear his head, breathing in deeply and exhaling through clenched teeth. He then moved to the other side of the car with stride, yanking open the back passenger door and reaching in. You made a sound, a frightened squeak, still alert and cautious, as he promptly dragged you out from the back seat. After a quick brush of your clothes with his hand, making sure there's no lingering shards of glass on you, he tossed you over his shoulder with a grunt and made back for the barracks, leaving Horangi to deal with the soldier.
You assumed you're in deep waters with him now. König didn't say a word to you, just stormed through the halls and huffed at anyone he passes. You were a bit embarrassed by the whole ordeal: you had been dragged out, kicking and screaming (and gave a proper, internal fuck you to the surrounding personnel that did nothing) from the barracks, and now here you were, being dragged right back in - just without the protest.
He reached your shared quarters and shoved his bulky frame inside, kicking the door shut behind him. You were about to explain yourself when he slipped you off of his shoulder and put you back on your feet - then promptly leaned down and shoved his face into your neck, inhaling rather obnoxiously while gripping you by your arms. You whined at the sudden, atypical behavior, gently pushing against his chest to get away from the behemoth of a man. He ignored it, picking you up again and carrying you into his bunk bed. He drags you in between himself and the wall, chuffing when you fit so nicely against his frame. Had you always been so comfortable? Why didn't someone convince him to hold you like this sooner?
You, on the other hand, were not as comfy. This wasn't your nest - you didn't have that stupid, grey, felt blanket that was five feet too long, nor the extra pillows you had stolen from the empty room across the hall. You didn't have your border, your flimsy wall of protection against the rest of the world. You squirmed in König's grip, shoving against his taut abdomen and trying to climb over him. He growled, a sound that had you bristling for a moment, but you pushed past it.
"Gimme a sec-"
"Schatz, please-"
"Just a minute!"
He huffed and let you go; you scrambled over him and out of his bed, the thick, muscular cords of his abdomen tensing as you used it to support your weight. He lay on his back and sighed. He just saved you from some cocksure, weaker Alpha - weren't you thankful? I mean, really - this was truly insulting. Here he was (oh, look, his fist was bleeding from smashing the car window, didn't that show you he was a good protector? A good mate?), fresh off of deployment, fighting the demons of the world just for you, and you had the audacity to turn your nose away from him and shuffle back to your precious little nest. How sweet of you. Very appreciative, liebe. Why don't you-
He was torn from his thoughts when a blanket was tossed over him. He pulled it back, confused, as he felt you shoving pillows into his side. You tucked them around him, forming a barrier around the side of him that was closest to the edge of the bed. He watched as you fussed for a bit, beating and fluffing the pillows until they were just right. You then tossed one more onto the bed - one that was wearing his shirt as a case, which had him melting - and climbed overtop of him again.
His chest rumbled with an affectionate sound as you took a damp bathroom towel and began wrapping it around his busted hand. You held it against your chest as you curled into his side once more, not protesting or scrunching your face when he wrapped his other hand around your waist and rubbed your back. He preened when he felt the reverberations of your purr against his hand, your sweet scent filling the air and causing him to relax his shoulders and neck muscles. It permeated his brain and made his Alpha sigh with relief, happiness, and satisfaction. Your scent was finally untainted by that bitter, angry note that you usually had.
"Thanks for... today." you said, deciding to leave the details unspoken. "Sorry about the-"
"Don't be sorry." he rumbled, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your lower back. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."
"You couldn't be."
"Well, now I am."
You sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut. He's not so bad... getting sent off by my family to some random military company was bad, sure, but... my Alpha's a good one. This could be good.
"You're purring very loudly, schatz."
"Shut up."
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suguru and his puppyboy! satoru, who gets so, so lonely whenever suguru goes away. he waits faithfully by the door and, if too much time passes, eventually acts out in retaliation, whether it be by ransacking the pantry, chewing marks into the furniture, or ripping suguruâs clothes to shreds. anything that may deter suguru from leaving him for too long.
so, suguru decides to get satoru a gift: his own puppy! hybrid companion. he brings you home the very next day after satoru emptied out the pantry and got himself sick. no more of that (hopefully).
suguru pulls out the keys to the front door. he doesn't even need to give a callâsatoru is pouncing on him as soon as the door opens, attracted by the jingle of his keys in the lock.
âsuguuu!â, he yips, wrapping arms around suguru and nosing against his cheek. âi missed you so, so muââ
he pauses. the new scent on his owner has satoruâs ears perked, tail stiff with apprehension, and head cocked to one side. and itâs then that he notices the pretty, new friend in front of him.
suguru leads you both to the living room, where he gestures towards the couch. satoru is quick to plop down on the cushions, dragging you with him, where he immediately puts his nose to work, holding you by the shoulders as he sniffs you from head to toe. he gives you a few licks seemingly at random, lingering in certain spots and his bushy, white tail gives a few tentative wags. you're similar, sniffing at any part of him your nose can reach, a curious tail also wagging behind you.
suguru keeps a watchful eye as his two puppies grow acquainted, ready to pull satoru away at the first sign of aggression, though thankfully there is none. he thinks it's safe enough to turn his back for a few minutes to go get a drink from the kitchen. when he leaves, you two are sniffing around each other's faces. he thinks satoru likes you. things are going well.
suguru realizes just how well things are going when he comes back to satoru mounting you already.
it takes a considerable amount of tugging at satoru's collar before suguru can separate you both. you have the nerve to look confused, sprawled out on the couch, wagging tail slowing to a stop, ears perked and head tilted. you look over through wide, puppy-dog eyes as youâre no longer caged between satoruâs arms. you're cute, suguru thinks. he's trying to get you acquainted with your new surroundings in a new home, and here you are ready to be acquainted with satoru's cock.
ever since the first incident, suguru can't leave the two of you alone for more than a minute. satoru takes every opportunity as a chance to breed you. most of the time, suguru can come back in time to catch him licking at you through your panties, or shoving your legs up to fold you in half. except that one time on your third day when satoru already had your panties ripped off and his tongue shoved between your folds. and suguru can tell from the way your tail wags, claws digging into the mattress, curious whines falling from your lips, that you don't have a single complaint.
suguru is pretty on top of things for the first few weeks. he didnât want to heavily supervise the two of you like children, but he also knows that if he looks away for a second too long, he will end up with a pregnant hybrid and then an apartment full of puppies.
though, despite his precautions, suguru was not careful enough.
it was just a quick trip to the store, he wasn't even gone for more than fifteen minutes. you two are in a different position than when he left, but satoru is fidgety and cuddly anyway so that doesn't ring any alarm bells. everything looks as it should. surely his satoruâthe messy one who can barely move an inch after cummingâcouldn't have bred you and then cleaned up everything to look normal in less than fifteen minutes?
"your puppy is doing well so far.", the vet tells suguru during what was supposed to be a routine checkup. "they should be expecting in a couple months."
he's confused. "uhm...expecting what...?"
she looks up from her clipboard, a curious brow raised. "...a litter? sir, your hybrid is pregnant."
and thatâs how satoru is introduced to a chastity cage.
suguruâs intention was never to end up taking care of so many hybridsânot so soon, anyway. just you and satoru were more than enough. but now, things have changed: youâre expecting two little babies soon and itâs all because satoru couldnât keep his urges in check. so, a few weeks before youâre due, suguru pulls out the cage he ordered.
itâs a tough battleâof course satoru doesnât want those privileges revoked, but in the end, suguru pins him down and locks him in. itâs a punishment satoru will have to endure.
to be fair, itâs not 24/7. only when suguru knows heâll be away, even if itâs a mere twenty minutes because apparently thatâs more than enough time for satoru to finish what he can start.
and satoru despises it. he whines, he begs, he cries to suguru to please take the cage off, that he can behave this time around, that he wonât get you pregnant again âi swear!â. when that doesnât work, he resorts to the silent treatment, though with how clingy and attention-driven he is, that of course results in failure a few days in.
it takes a year before suguru considers removing the cage for good. satoru is adamant that he can control himself around you better, and has even been on his best behavior since suguru put him in the chastity cage (besides a few incidents when you were in heat, but those were understandable for suguru).
with the cage now off, suguru finds himself lingering around a little longer before ever leaving satoru alone with you. but his worries seem to be in vain. satoru is busy caring for you and his pups, and showing suguru he can be fully trusted once more.
during heats or ruts, suguru locks satoru away again because it would be stupid not to, but otherwise, satoru remains a newly freed hybrid. sure, heâs extra, extra cuddly and he eats you out like his life depends on it, but there hasnât been another surprise pregnancy (suguru made sure to get you checked at the vet multiple times for the first six months).
time flies by, and satoru remains an obedient hybrid. there were maybe a handful of times suguru had to stop him from going too far, but it was never so bad that he thought about putting satoru back in the chastity cage. it seemed there wouldnât be another 'accident', and suguru eventually decides, after a few more months, that he doesn't need to watch you two as closely, anymore.
it is maybe a week after this decision that he comes home to loud moans and the wet sounds of skin on skin.
he follows the noise to the bedroom and discovers satoru bending you over, shoving your face into the sheets as he lets out a loud groanâevidently having came in you again for the nth time.
satoru yelps as he's yanked away by the collar, but the damage has been done. you're gushing cum down your legs, body trembling with exhaustion as you collapse into a heap, stuttering out breaths with fingers clinging onto the comforter.
your black-haired owner looks you over to make sure you're alright, before casting a dirty glare at the perpetrator with ready excuses on his tongue.
"listen, listen, it's not my fault, okay!", satoru huffs, ears folded back as he avoids suguru's stare. "i couldn't help myself, they smelled so sweet and it's been so longgg!"
suguru doesn't even care to listen. "once i'm done bathing them, you're going back in the cage."
a fuzzy, white tail droops in defeat. he doesn't even argue, but in satoru's head he thinks those final creampies were worth it.
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Nightcrawler x F!Reader
just some quick smut w a furball đwhen I have tony stuff to finish
Warnings: 18+ | protected p in v (that's a new one for me) | AFAB reader but no pronouns used | an established relationship obviously | light bondage? does it count if it's his tail? | written with a reader who doesnât know German in mind, sorry if you do đ | havenât written smut in a while Iâm rusty | a little foreplay, a little aftercare |
Word count: 1,750
"Shall we call it a night?" Your handsome devil practically purred against your cheek as he easily swept you off your feet. His tail constricted around your waist, prompting you for an answer. You didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck with a giggle.
"Kurt, we're still in public," you playfully scolded him, but it didn't stop the tickling fur on your cheek and lips as he kissed you. Luckily, he always had a solution for everything. Taking that as the answer he was looking for, the two of you disappeared from the street, only leaving behind dissipating purple wisps. The same wisps that greeted you not a second later.
With that tail still wrapped tightly around your waist, you were now being held above your own bed. Lips eagerly met yours for a passionate kiss. With your hands too busy in his hair, you quickly worked your shoes off and carelessly let them drop to the floor with a thud. There was hardly enough attention span in your body to notice. Tongue dragging across your lips, a hand unzipping the back of your dress, another tightly holding you by your hip, the tail sneaking beneath your dress to coil around your upper thighâ but there was enough to notice that slinking prehensile sliding firmly over your clothed clit.
âWatch it,â you warn, but the arousal behind your gasp wasnât very threatening. He still backed down, albeit with a cocked grin, and withdrew his rather unconventional advances. With that fun ruined, he sat you on the bed, making quick work of the last of your bra and panties before working on his. Clothes piled up on the floor.
âI thought you liked my tail,â he sighed playfully, turning away to grab a condom from the bedside table.
âI do,â you reply pointedly, not needing to explain further. Instead, you stretched out on the sheets, lying on your side as you watched him reach into your nightstand. Your line of sight followed the curve of his back, hips pushed forward as he took his sweet time tearing through the wrapper. Waiting, you couldn't help but admire the soft, untrimmed fur that curled around the base of his tail and down the backs of his thighs, and wrapped around to grace his lower belly.
"Bit of a fluff-butt today," you teased.
"And obviously, darling, you are into that," he quickly retorted, tail flicking in annoyance against the drawer, closing it. You smirked up at him, holding out your hand to wordlessly ask for his tail. It flicked your way without him even needing to glance at you. Your smile grew as you twisted it between your fingers, almost more distracted by the peach fuzz on his tail as you watched him stroke his cock a few times, pulling back his foreskin and revealing that blushing red tip, the only other discoloration on his body.
Your fingers drifted to the pointed end of his tail, twirling and playing with it while he finally slipped on a condom. But your fun only lasted a moment before he snatched it from your grasp. Thankfully, he didn't give you much time to be offended. Instead, he turned toward you, placing his hands on either side of you as you instinctively rolled onto your back for him. His knee wedged beneath your thigh while his other foot remained planted on the floor.
You could tell his eyes weren't focused on yours, made more evident by the soft drag of his palms over your bare legs. As pretty as he was to look at, you still sighed impatiently. "Kurt," you whined.
"Hm?" He hummed innocently, but the faint curl of his lip gave him away. He knew what he was doing as he continued to gently pinch and rub your thighs, looking anywhere except above your neck.
"Now you're just wasting time," you huffed.
"Time is never wasted admiring God's creations," Kurt corrected you, sudden sincerity in his expression as he raised his head. You rolled your eyes, but soon glanced back with a flattered smirk as he continued. "Especially on the beautiful ones," he added lowly, leaning down to plant wet kisses along your stomach, each one ending with the prick of his fangs. You squirmed in pleasure at the sensation, beginning to play with his soft hair as you let yourself relax against the sheets again. Lips and tongue making their way higher. A pleased hum leaves your throat as his warm tongue licks beneath the curve of your breasts.
The mattress dips as his other leg finally joins him on the bed, and fully settles between your legs. You moan at the firmness of his grip that pulls you closer, but it's quickly muffled by the pair of lips pressing just as firmly against yours. As your fingers thread through his thick hair, your other hand drifts down to affectionately cup his face. At the feeling of your thumb brushing through the soft fur of his cheek, his tail slowly snakes around your thigh. The sudden tickle of fuzz sends a shiver up your spine and causes a gasp to escape you. Taking advantage, Kurt slips his tongue over your bottom lip, eagerly sliding with your tongue.
His next kiss is rough, emphasized by the constricting grip of his tail around your leg and the deep rock of his hips against you, his body begging him to start. With a gentle bite, he pulled back just enough to adjust his hips and find your wet entrance with his cock. He took his time, slowly stretching you out around him and gently thrusting to open you up more for him the deeper he went. You moaned in relief when he filled out every sweet spot. Your only view was a faceful of blue when he melted into you with his own sigh of relief, keeping you buried beneath him as he pressed into you fully, purposely driving you wild.
The sudden pressure took your breath away, but you couldnât help but cuddle back just as tightly. With his face buried in your neck, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his hips, and momentarily crossing your ankles. Right where he wanted you.
His thin tail unraveled itself from around your leg, soft fuzz once again tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, before quickly latching itself around your feet. The prospect had you throbbing around him and drawing a quick breath to calm your racing heart. A toothy grin nuzzled your cheek at the reaction. His tailâs grip tightened with a too-sweet kiss, a string of soft pecks that lingered for a few seconds each time. But he must have decided that heâd given you both enough time.
Even with the easing of pressure from your lower regions, you still tensed at the feeling of his cock sliding out. His kiss retreated as he nearly pulled out, lips parted as he observed the pout of your lips and the daze in your heavy eyes when he rolled his hips forward. His motions were slow but deep, rhythmically snapping your hips together with every harsh kiss to your cervix. Your legs rocked with him.
You lay limp on your pillow, one hand buried in his hair while your other splayed fingers through his fur. Lost in pleasure, the only thing that managed to pull your attention was gentle fingers wrapped around your arm that gripped his crown. When you finally drifted your gaze up to him again, fangs grinning triumphantly, or maybe just adoringly. Both were probably accurate.
Coming back down for a kiss, he showed no signs of changing his pace. But with the way his soft bush tickling your clit with each thrust, giving you just a little more stimulation to tighten that feeling in your lower belly. You moaned softly into his mouth, digging your nails into his shoulder and eliciting a similar, choked sigh.
Faltering, the hand around your wrist moved to hold your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before driving into you quicker. He sat up a bit, changing his angle to one that finally drilled into that sweet spot that had you seeing stars in the glowing yellow eyes above you. Tightening your legs against his hips, your pussy tightened and throbbed, too, as he brought you closer to the edge in an instant.
With you squirming beneath him, Kurt purred out another pleased hum, sinking a fang into his bottom lip before turning to kiss your palm. Even the English language would sound like gibberish right now, but you definitely couldnât understand the German praises being whispered into your skin. You still got the message, though, arching off the bed and wriggling at your makeshift restraint with a few whimperish moans. Your final breaking was the shiver down your spine brought on by the firm touch trailing down your arched spine, making you come hard around him. He moaned with you, struggling to keep going with the resistance met by your constricting walls, but he was determined to fuck you through it nonetheless. He kept his hand curled around yours.
With you taken care of, he sunk back into you, nipping at your shoulder as he gave a few more harsh thrusts to finish himself off. Burying himself and stiffening, he tightened his tail around you, wistfully keeping your legs trapped around him as he came with a low and throaty moan. There was no escaping the few weak rolls of his hips that edged you into overstimulation, but only seconds later he unraveled his tail from your legs, slowly and teasingly, before pulling out.
You were relieved when he unhooked your stiff limbs for you and rested them on the sheets, watching you curl up on your side to soothe yourself without him in your way now. Though his felt tail didnât hurt, he still lovingly kissed a trail from your ankles to your knees. Even in your state, you still smiled, glancing down at him slyly. But you gave him a little privacy when it came to cleaning up his condom and mess, focusing on climbing under the sheets instead.
There was a dip in the mattress as he finally joined you. His tail wrapped around you before he did, looping around your thigh and curling over your waist. Kurt himself followed suit, stretching an arm over you and pampering your bare shoulders and neck with kisses before nestling against your back.
But the peace could only last for so long before his hand found its way between your legs again.
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Scent
Alpha!Simon Riley x Omega!Reader
Warning: non-explicit smut.Â
Summary: Building nests was part of the process of an Omega going into heat. However you never actually thought you would find yourself locked away in a house with your Lieutenant.
To say that the mission has gone to shit would be an understatement.
They were hunting you down and if it wasn't for Ghost, you would be dead by now.
If it wasn't for him and his sharp reflexes you would be lying with a bullet in your skull.
But you weren't.
Instead, you were in a much worse situation.
At the start of your mission, you took your suppressants, figuring you would be back the next day, you didn't even pack any, so now, you were here, on an uncomfortable mattress, trying to make it homey for your heat.
You never actually minded going into heat. You could just lock your door, fill your room with food and be good for a couple of days.
But this was a very different situation.
You were in a bunker-like building, hiding for survival with an Alpha who was also your Lieutenant.Â
Not a situation you wanted to be in.
"You need to rest, I will keep watch." he avoided you, and didn't even come close to you, he just stopped at the door, never entering the room. He did put food down for you on the floor every day, commenting when you didn't eat something.
He was kind.
You knew he could smell your heat coming up, Alphas always did.
You know the upcoming days will be as much of a torture for him, as it will be for you.
You were glad it was Ghost with you, at least he had control over his alpha.
Before you could reply, he already left. Going as far away from you as possible. Yet, your smell still lingered.Â
Sure, Simon had control over his alpha, but the temptation was too great. You were perfect. In every aspect of the word. The perfect woman, partner, and omega.
At first, Simon thought you had no place in the army, he thought Price had gone insane but you proved him wrong.
Your kindness wasn't your weakness, instead your strength.Â
Simon took a deep breath, his mind and body immediately filled up with your scent, and how sweet you smelled. Simon, out of frustration, hit the wall, making the brick crumble.
He knew he should be there with you, help you, and yet, he was forcing himself away from you.Â
Even if everything inside him was screaming for him to go to you, help you, feed you, and keep you safe and comfortable.
He knew he can't.
The next day he brought you another plate of food.Â
"Ghost..." your voice came out way too desperate. "Can I have your shirt, please? The smell of the... pillows are..." Simon didn't need to be asked twice. He handed you his sweatshirt in a swift movement. "Thank you." he watched as you cuddled up with his clothes and he couldn't help but wish it was him. He forced himself to stand up and leave.
His scent really did help ease your pain as your heat reached its high.Â
Your mind is filled with all the different lewd things.Â
And yet, somehow, even with a hazy mind, even with a fog before your eyes, deep down, you knew better than to act upon those images filling your mind.
But you didn't know how to keep your scent at bay, not like there was a method or something.Â
And it caused quite an interesting reaction with Simon.
While you were locked in a room, touching yourself to the thought of an Alpha, he kept stroking his cock to the scent and thought of you.Â
You both knew it was forbidden, but no one was around, no one could hear your thoughts and your moans.
And for now, it was enough.
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Thankfully, your heat soon ended, Simon got used to your smell as it slowly weakened.Â
You started to grow stronger, and back to normal, but it will take you a couple of days to be fully back in action.
Simon knew this.
"How are you feeling?" he asked from the doorway, while you lay on the mattress on the floor.
"Your smell disappeared," you said with a pout as you looked at him.
"I will give you my shirt then, let's exchange." he said as he held out his shirt for you to take, you gave him the sweatshirt back.
His shirt smelled like you now.Â
"We will have to leave in a few days, we have been here for almost a week now. We cannot stay, they will find us."
"I will be good to go tomorrow. I'm still a bit hazy though," you said and Simon nodded.
"How can I help more?"
"You have done plenty, Simon." use never used his name before, it was always Lieutenant or Ghost, nothing more, nothing less.Â
You kept it professional. Until now.
"I will bring you more food for dinner, so you can have your strength back."
"Thank you, Alpha." you whispered the last part, but he heard you.
God, he heard you very well. As the door closed behind him, he just stood there, too stunned to move. Everything in him screamed to go inside and to claim you.
But he couldn't. He shouldn't.
And yet, he did.
He turned right back, opened the door and for the first time in four days, he stepped inside, closing the door behind himself.
He looked at you as you lay with his shirt pressed into your face, smelling it.
He knelt down beside you, taking deep breaths to remember your scent.
You opened your eyes and smiled at him.
"Took you long enough." you said as you moved to turn around and leave some space behind yourself.
"Shut it." he whispered before he moved to lay down with you in your nest, holding you close with his nose in your hair. "Omega." he said and it made you humm. "You smell so good." he took a deep breath and you smiled to yourself, not opening your eyes.
You put your hand on his which held you close by your stomach.
"You could have been here for my heat."
"I wouldn't have been able to control myself."
"Of course, you would have. You are Simon Riley... What made you realize that I wanted you here all along?"
"Your smell had a hint of sadness every day. But when I came into the room... you smelled like hope and..."
"Love." you finished for him. "Am I truly that obvious?"
"The smell of an Omega never lies to an Alpha."
"You are right, I'm a lot happier as well."
"Same."
"I wish we didn't have to leave."
"Same." he breathed out one last time before you fell asleep in his arms.
Building nests was part of the process of an Omega going into heat.
And Simon never failed to notice that you made yours bigger, to give room to him.
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