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ratridingaskateboard · 6 months

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Always See Your Face

New girl! Reader x Eddie

Summary: There is a new girl at Hawkins and Dustin will do anything to make sure Eddie doesn't find out.

Warnings: slight sexual innuendos, cursing, mentions of drugs. Y/N is described!

A/N: Hi! This is the first time I have written a fic in a while but I hope you enjoy it! Depending on the feedback I get from this I might write more :) FYI perspectives in this story will change and will be indicated by: --

Dustin had always been one to have his friends' best interests in mind. He might have overstepped boundaries at times but he knew what was best for him and his friends. Even though Eddie was several years older than him, he still knew that the last thing Eddie needed in his life was a girlfriend. What if he started hanging out with her and Hellfire stopped existing? What would happen with his band? Everything would go to shit because some girl would grab his attention for 2 seconds.

Dustin found himself every morning before school sitting in the back of Eddie's van with the back doors open. Eddie let them sit in the back and read comics while he would perform his drug deals for the kids who had extracurricular activities after school. Dustin looked up from his X-Men to observe a car he had never seen before. Strange, but not uncommon to see until he saw a figure he had never seen before.

She dawned a black denim jacket adorned with several Metal and Punk bands that Dustin would not be able to recognize but had seen in Eddie's vast cassette collection. Her legs were barely covered by a short red plaid schoolgirl skirt and her chest was wrapped in a Sex Pistols T-shirt. She was bending down to seemingly grab her backpack from her backseat and several football douchebags whistled at the response of seeing her backside. This did not catch her attention though as she quickly grabbed her backpack and placed it on the roof of her car. She glanced at Dustin and he felt himself gulp. Fuck- He was staring at Eddie's dream girl. He frequently heard Eddie go on tangents that no girl in Hawkins had the same interests as him. Now he proved himself wrong- Dustin could prove it with his own eyes. Not only did she have his style but she had a pretty face similar to that of one of the girls from one of Eddie's porn mags that Dustin had unfortunately found in his van. They both shared the same long brown hair and doe-shaped eyes.

What was Dustin going to do? Not only was this girl weirded out by the amount of time Dustin had been ogling her but she could ruin everything. She did not even understand the power she possessed by simply existing in the wrong place and at the wrong time. He had to do everything in his power to make sure neither of them saw each other.

Dustin's feet started to jog in her direction as she had already begun her strut to the front entrance of the school. Before Dustin could get the chance to tap her shoulder, she swiftly turned to face him, discomfort shown in her face.

"Hey man, I would really enjoy it if you could leave me alone." She barked.

"No no no! I don't mean anything bad by following you. I'm sorry for staring at you earlier but um... Oh! The principal had actually sent me to give you a tour of the school and to show you where your classes are!" Dustin had secured a good enough lie to not seem like the creep he was presenting himself to be.

Her eyes widened and her gaze softened.

"Oh, okay." She smiled and Dustin could feel himself getting more anxious knowing that she was that pretty when she smiled.

The bell began to rang, signaling to every student that it was time for Hell to begin. Dustin heard a familiar voice call out to Mike and he swiftly grabbed her hand and pulled her into the school, making sure to avoid any possibly common route Eddie normally took.

"Can I see your schedule?" Dustin asked, giving out his hand eagerly.

It seemed like she could hear the annoyance in Dustin's words and swiftly pulled out the crumpled sheet of paper from her pocket and handed it to him. Dustin quickly looked over the paper and let out a sigh of relief. Even though she was a senior, she did not seem to have a single class with Eddie most likely because her classes were for the more advanced students.

"Okay, Y/N. This way!"

Dustin guided her to her first classroom, Mr. Stadford's Physics class, and said that he would meet up with her after her second. After the first period was over, Dustin ran to meet up with Y/N and to make sure he was able to beat her before she left the classroom. Yes, Eddie and her shared similar hallways for classes but Eddie had a tendency to be late to each and every class he went to. Alongside this, Dustin made sure that she was always early to her classes. This cycle repeated until lunch.

Y/N had found herself bound to the little curly-headed boy. She shouldn't say boy he was only a couple years younger than her. Moving was hard but going to a new school was even harder. Her parents' divorce could not have been more sudden and even though he had been a tad bit too eager, she really appreciated Dustin's kindness.

She frowned after exiting her third-period class to find no Dustin. Guess she would have to find the cafeteria by herself or simply follow the crowd that had corralled its way down the hall.

Once she entered the cafeteria, she felt the eyes on her, all over her. Thankfully, there were plenty of tables that had not recognized that fresh blood had entered their school. She saw a familiar head of curls bobble in laughter and she started her stride in his direction.

Once she had gotten to the table, it seemed to be filled with only boys all wearing the same T-shirt Dustin was wearing. She assumed it must be some sort of club he had not introduced her to yet. The majority of the boys had noticed her walk up to the table and she could tell they were not often approached by women. The only ones who hadn't noticed were Dustin and an older boy with long shaggy brown hair.

"Hey," She put her hand on Dustin's shoulder and her moved her head down to his level. "I know you showed me around and I might be asking for too much but is it alright if I sit with you?"

A look of dread filled Dustin's face as he looked up at her from his lunch. She had automatically assumed that he had felt bad for not escorting her to the lunch room.

"It's okay! I found the lunch room just fine." She rubbed his shoulder to put him at ease and sat down next to him.

There was nothing but silence.

She had felt as if she had sat at the wrong table and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Dustin was still agape and didn't seem to have changed his expression even after her reassurance. She turned to view the other boys at the table. They stared at her with a sense of confusion and wonder but all too awkward to speak first.

Finally, she turned to the boy sitting at the end of the table. His gaze softened when she gazed at him. His eyes were wide also in shock from a stranger sitting at their table but there was something different in his expression that she couldn't quiet read. Embarrassment? No. Confusion? No. Longing? Maybe but not quite.

This silence was cut short by a food tray plopping on the other side of Dustin.

"Jesus, that line was long!" A boy with a bowl cut sighed.

"Where are you guys so quiet?" He looked around in disbelief but immediately found the source when he spotted the brunette sitting on the other side of Dustin.

"Hey." She waved.

A/N: Depending on how things go with this I will definitely continue this as a series. Lemme know your thoughts!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson #stranger things #SoundCloud

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zaunitez · 2 years

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I miss being in kin discords more. But all my bigger kins I never see stuff for them anymore orz

#hound barks #ahaha anyway *shoots my shot*#taz kin #supernatural kin #castiel kin #god if I could find any taz kins active I think I'd cry. I miss my sister so much it's insane. I miss Mags too. And Merle and just. everyon #e. I miss all of you guys it's been so long

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theaawalker · 5 months

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Something to Feel, Something Real [Finnick Odair Smut]

Pairing: Finnick Odair x male!reader Song Inspo: Call Me By Your Name by Lil Nas X Word Count: 1,394 Summary: You've seen Finnick around, often through pitying eyes, but haven't spoken to him. The times you have seen, he's either with a client (flirting) or leaving them (shaking with shame, rage, and disgust). You decide to make him feel something real and mutually pleasurable. Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), emotional build-up, MxM, one-shot, begging, substance usage, cursing, narrator pov Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly) A/N: This is not attached to "I Promise", my other Finnick imagine. The second part will be here shortly. Just adding a little twist to the end. *smirks villainously* In the meantime, here's some gay smut to tickle your tentacles. Peep the easter egg tho ;)

You and Finnick have your first real conversation when he’s arriving back at the Tribute center one night after spending an upsetting few hours with one of Snow’s clients. He’s in a foul mood, anger bordering on despair and self-hatred, still feeling the ghosts of unwanted fingers on his body, when he steps into the elevator and finds you smoking a joint.

"Shit, shit!” you curse, hiding the joint up your sleeve and coughing, waving your hands in the air like you can disperse the smell. “Sorry, someone was smoking in here before,” you lie.

Finnick can’t help himself. He laughs. “Give me a hit and I won’t tell anyone.”

You share the joint in the elevator, not hitting any button to go up to either of your floors. The chatter comes easy with both of you, but it’s not long before you’re stepping over friendly small talk into a genuine conversation about the wild shit you’ve seen in the Capitol and in your case, at home, too. District 2 loves to rub elbows with the Capitol, something you despise. Your comparisons and imitations have Finnick barking laughter.

During one of the lulls in conversation, he takes in your face and form, basking in the fact that he’s responsible for the smile on your face right now. He’d like to get to know you better, and fuck it, maybe he’s a little horny right now, too.

“Come to my floor?” he asks, the joint between his fingers. He takes a slow drag, watching you.

You stare at his lips as he exhales. God, the high must be hitting because all you want to do is cover his lips with yours. Like, it’s the only thought rattling around in your peanut brain. His lips curl into a smile and--Oh, shit. He asked you a question.

“Sure,” you answer.

One expression Finnick identifies all too easily is lust. And he sees it plain on your face. “Then let’s go.”

Finnick leads you to the lounge on the fourth floor, well away from the bedrooms. The giant windows let in light from the Capitol’s nightlife.

“I miss the stars,” you say once you’re both settled next to each other on a loveseat. “It’s not like there are a ton of them back home with all the light pollution, but still. There are more than here.”

Finnick gazes at the dark sky. “You should come to District 4 sometime. You can see the entire Milky Way. And instead of listening to all those cars you listen to the ocean. And you can forget everything for a few moments.”

Despite the lounge being much, much larger than the elevator, this feels far more intimate. Finnick and you face each other, your eyes flicking to his lips. He’s the Capitol sex icon and has always acted like an absolute peacock on camera, but you’ve seen him trying so hard mentoring his own tributes and taking care of Mags. There’s a lot more depth to him than what the cameras show. And you like the bits he shows off camera far, far more. Those bits are coming out tonight; a funny, deeply caring, deeply hurt young man with a vast capacity for kindness.

When he came into the elevator, he looked positively miserable and so, so defeated. Like he had been stomped on and ground down. You wanted to make him smile, a real smile, but then you couldn’t stop at just one, and now here you are. You know about his and Snow’s “arrangement”. You also know you can treat him better than any of the “clients” do even when they’re trying, and you wonder if he’ll let you treat him like that.

Your intense stare has Finnick shifting, feeling a few degrees hotter than before.

“Can I kiss you?” you finally ask, voice low. If there’s one thing being a Career has taught you, it’s to grab at any opportunity you see. Finnick swallows. “Yes,” he croaks. “Please.”

You lean forward and capture his lips, one hand on the back of the couch and the other securely in your lap. You’re close and leaning into him, but not holding him. The restraint surprises him at first. But he’s grateful for it and he relaxes. He sinks into the kiss, his own hands venturing to fist in your shirt collar and hold you there. You let him lead, let him feel your arms and touch your face and chest, but never move your own hands from their position, just pour your all into your lips against his.

The lights flick on. You and Finnick snap apart like a rubber band snapping back into shape. It’s Mags. She looks between you both with wide eyes before a mischevious smile breaks across her face. “No, no, Mags,” Finnick protests.

She winks, grinning, and flicks the lights back off. She exits.

Finnick groans. “I’m never going to hear the end of it.”

You grin and wink. “Well, if you’re never going to hear the end of it, we may as well make it worth it, right?”

His seafoam eyes lock on yours, an eyebrow lifting. He smirks. “Oh? What do you have in mind?”

Leaning forward, you whisper in his ear, “I’d like to suck you off.”

All thoughts leave his head and all blood flows straight to his groin. For once, he’s speechless. No one has ever offered this before. All the people he spends time with want his attention on them, want him to fawn over them, wants him to boost their egos with his attention. And if they did off, he’d wonder what they want in return. Exactly like he’s wondering right now. He should ask, but his brain is too focused on the thought of your lips around his dick. Does he really care what happens after as long as he gets what he wants, first?

At his silence you withdraw. “Only if you want me to, of course,” you add. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable.

“Yes,” he hastily replies. “Yes. I’d love you to suck me off.”

That affirmation is all you need. You kneel in front of him and slowly unzip his pants, revealing plain boxers beneath. Finnick watches you, his heart pounding. With agonizingly slow movements, you touch his length and guide it through the gap in his boxers. He grips the cushions of the loveseat as you lick up the underside of his member, from the base to the tip. Your tongue is deliciously wet. Finally, you take Finnick into your mouth and work him slow, slow, slow. One hand balls into a fist on his leg and the other slips in your hair. He moans, a low sound that barely reaches your ears.

You can’t believe no one has ever done this before. You’ve barely started, and he looks absolutely wrecked and so goddamned pretty. His head falls back against the loveseat and he lets out a shaky breath.

Fisting him, you take your mouth off to quip, “Have I made the Finnick Odair speechless?”

He huffs a laugh, meeting your gaze. “Just wait until I have you on your back and—oh.” His words end in a strangled moan as you suck his head. You ease him a little bit further into the rhythm before you deep-throat him. By then both hands tangle in your hair and he’s whimpering and trembling, muscles taut. “Fuck. Fuck.” It’s so warm, so hot, feels so, so good.

He comes shortly after, cock hot and stiff in your mouth, his entire body rigid. As he comes down from his high he melts into the couch, both his hands gently tugging at your head. “Get up,” he pants. You comply and stand, bracing your arms on either side of his head, and kiss him. There it is again, that restraint.

“Touch me,” he moans. “Please.” He might combust if you don’t.

You obey and cup his cheeks. His hands mimic yours, holding your face to his while you kiss. His stomach feels warm and body completely relaxed, for once completely in the moment, his brain pleasantly quiet.

He opens his eyes. “What can I do for you?”

You press your forehead to his, cheeks hot. God, there’s so much you want to do to him, with him, but not tonight. “You can go to bed and get a full night’s sleep,” you answer.

What? He knows he heard you right, but what? “That’s not what I meant,” he says hesitantly. You chuckle and kiss his cheek.

“I know.” You brush back a lock of his hair. “And as much as I’d like to fuck you or you fuck me and make out well into the morning, you taking care of yourself is what I want the most. Can you promise me you’ll do that?”

Finnick can’t help the laugh that escapes him. “I promise.” He feels almost bashful. How do you know what he needs? Beneath your soft gaze he feels vulnerable and open, and while it’s foreign, it’s not unwelcome.

You smile at him, a brilliant smile that lights up the night. “Thank you.”

You’re thanking him. You just gave him a blowjob and you’re thanking him. Who the fuck are you?

After exchanging a few more minutes of sweet nothings, you leave to head to your floor. Finnick stays on the loveseat a while longer, smiling, watching the twinkling lights of the Capitol. The content expression gradually falls from his face and he sinks into the reality that is his life. At least this has been a sliver of good in what is his constant parade of masking for the Capitol. Maybe he can have a few more of those slivers when you’re around. He’s certainly going to try to grab the chances when they present themselves.

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moongumi · 1 year

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⁀➷ ∵ ❝ stay professional²❞

⟶ simon 'ghost' riley x reader

⟶ cw. ooc!ghost, fem!reader, flirting, established flirtationship, sexual jokes, teasing, fondling, sexual tension, needy.

⟶ note. not edited, written out of pure thirst. this is based on the mission when ghost and soap makes lots of cute jokes (same MC from other ghost fic i've written)

to put it simply, things are tense. everyone could feel it, they could tell. ghost was constantly frustrated, seemingly angry at his own feelings.

"so you're saying you've seen his face?" your voice echoes behind him, making his ears twitch as he walks ahead leading the group.

the person you were talking to, soap snorts, "yep."

"no way." you breathed, mouth agape. your eyes flicker to the back of ghost's head, trying to imagine his face–hm. you've only felt it, with your hands and lips, see the curves of his chin and jaw in the dark. but fuck, that wouldn't compare to getting a look at him–even for a second.

"i’m jealous." you whispered, cocking your head back at soap.

soap chuckles, gripping the stock of his rifle, "nah, you'll be disappointed, trust me."

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"where the fuck, where am i going?" you whisper shout into your radio, feeling the heat of bullets whizzing past your head tearing apart the wood, splitting the beam that protected you.

ghost sighs, his voice deep and grovelled, "calm down."

"i can't calm down." you couldn't. the shadow company had just betrayed you all and here you are, fighting for your life--firing bullets back at the people who you were working with. you rest your head against the wall, breathing heavily.

"get to the church. i'll be there, try to stay quiet."

"they're fucking firing at me, i don't think quiet's an option." with that the two that were shooting at you, drop to the ground with a loud thud.

"get going."

you sigh, moving past the bodies towards the church he mentioned. "where is soap?"

"he's on the way, don't worry about him. worry about yourself" ghost seemed preoccupied, you can hear him reloading his mags.

“you care about me then, you like me ghost?” you decide to tease him, easing the tension and your own stress.

“i like you alive.”

"uh." you groan. “alright, i’ll try to stay alive.”

ghost hears the tone of your voice. he rolls his eyes at his stupidity but decides to go for it. "you wanna hear a joke?"

"from you? you have jokes, ghost." you quip. already your mood is lightened, it lifts a weight off his chest for some reason.

"hm, want 'em or not?"

"maybe," you reply, grabbing spare mags off guns you could find on the ground from all of ghost's work. then you notice a dog, "there's a dog here."

"if it barks, shoot it."

"no way, i'm not shooting a dog," you say.

ghost clicks his tongue, "what has two legs and bleeds?"

you roll your eyes already, breathing in a breath. "what?"

"half a dog."

"fuck off." you groan. his sheepish tone and slight humour were at least comforting but fuck, his jokes were terrible and stone cold. "i didn't like that one."

"want another?" ghost decides to continue the conversation. he was doing it to be able to know what you were doing if you were in trouble–he just needed to know.

"not really to be honest," you say. you see shadows walking around the building and decide to go around hoping to not have to try to murder two large men alone where it would get loud and attract attention.

"two goldfish are in a tank..."

"hm, hm?" you only make noises, it was enough for him.

"one turns to the other and says...'you know how to drive this thing?' just a little army humour." he jokes.

you sigh, "very little, makes absolutely no sense to me."

"you're too young." that might be true, but you were old enough to be working alongside him.

you shrug, and a grin grows on your face as you say, "not too young for you i hope."

you can only hear a slight cough and rustling. no response. so you decide to change the subject.

"i've got one for you."

"let's hear it then," he replies quickly, he definitely heard that earlier then, he was just ignoring it.

"why was the strawberry crying?" you recall a joke soap had told you before.

"why?" he breathed.

"because he was in jam." you chuckle. cutely, he notes.

ghost's eyebrows quirked, a small grin threatening to grow on his face, "not bad, we could do this all night."

"there are many things we could do all night–ghost–" this time he chokes up, rather loudly.

you jog around, managing to sneak by most of the people and gather enough to cause a distraction. the church was properly in sight and it was almost over.

"hm, i’m at the bar now." you poke about, most of it was destroyed but still, "would love something right now."

"you like tequila?" he asks.

"nope, tastes like ass."

"i'd murder for a whiskey."

he definitely would. he seemed like the type to like that kinda thing, you continue, "you mean scotch?"

"i drink bourbon," he replies, which makes sense.

"oh, so like a good boy, huh?" you moaned slightly as you spoke, teasing him.

"shut up." he sighs, "and focus."

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“so you got something for masks?” you ask, nearing the church.

ghost breathes, “what do you mean?”

“mask kink? i hear you sleep with that thing,” you say, hoping he’d give a good response.

“no, you got something against my mask?” he replies.

“i do, take it off.”

“show my face?”

“yes, sir.” something about the way you said that makes his stomach turn–the pits of his gut warm and he shakes his head trying to ignore the feelings.

“negative.”

“damn, are you ugly?” you ask, your voice soft.

“quite the opposite.” you could practically hear the smirk on his face.

“it’s not fair.” you huff, climbing over an iron fence over at the church already, “is soap here?”

“no, he’s almost here. and what’s not fair?”

“he knows what you look like, and i don’t?” you say.

and then you see him, after climbing up the stairs he’s positioned at the window with his sniper rifle as he picked off many of those shadows for you and soap.

ghost feels a weight lift off his shoulders seeing your rather tattered form finally reach him. even with all the dirt, mud and water covering you–his nose, even through the mask caught the scent of you.

“don’t be a hypocrite, snow.”

you walk over to him, resting your gun on the wall. and sigh, “i’m not, my face is on files–”

“i know i’ve seen them.”

wait what? “the fuck–”

he chuckles, turning towards you. his eyes are dark and the paint that coats his eyelids has mostly washed off, “you’re not bad, kid.”

“you’re going to have to stop calling me kid if you’re trying to fuck me.”

ghost’s shoulder tense and his eyes darken, “what?”

“i said what i said.” you walk towards him, god, you both stink but it didn’t fucking matter. the adrenaline, the pain and fucking stench of blood–hours of unease, not knowing. it’s quiet now, silence falls between you two.

your neck cranes to look up at him, peering at him through your own dirtied balaclava, your lashes are heavy–batting them at him. chest rising and falling slowly, the tensions rise and the room grows hot and heavy.

“snow.”

“hm,” you let out a sound.

he drops his hand from the rifle, the stock hits the windowsill. within a second he’s an inch from you, and your head’s against a wall. his hand grips your throat, gently enough–forcing your head up higher for him.

“not now.”

“why not?”

his eyes flicker between your face, and your legs–the legs that are rubbing against themselves and his large thighs. you gulp, lids heavy–feeling the burn of his gaze. his gloved hands feel like fire, from your throat the palm rests on your cheeks and his fingers lace into your loose hair–he grips it. his mask is literally against yours.

you can feel the heat of his breath, “you’ve been fucking teasing me, snow.”

“i know, it was fun, now finish the job.”

his other hand, free, feels up the curves of your body–finds a resting point at your waist, he grips it tightly going under the tattered fabric to feel the heat of your skin. his eyes shut, fuck, it feels good.

“hm,” he groans, into your ear.

your smaller fingers touch his arm, his tattoos peek from his rolled up sleeves. “does it feel good?” the way he moulds your skin like dough. “other parts of me feel better.”

“i bet it does, fuck.” the skull part of his mask nudges your nose, as he breathes you in.

“feel ‘em.” it was the way you looked at him, like you wanted to give him everything. your fingers lace between his, fingerless gloved hands control his own guiding them towards your chest. “they’re yours.”

his large hands near, he could feel them twitching. but of course, fate had other desires. gunfire rings from below and you can spot soap running from way too many shadows for him to handle.

ghost pulls away immediately and grabs his effects. you rolled your eyes, “next time i guess.”

“stay professional, snow.” ghost clears his throat, as you two rush down the stairs to help soap.

you raised your eyebrows, “grabbing my tits seemed professional.”

“i didn’t.”

“you would’ve.”

he rolls his eyes, “but i didn’t.”

end note: i wrote this so looong ago but yea here it is just some teasey stuff with the same characters from the previous ghost fic i wrote kewk

#☾ ⟶ moon writes #FINALLY POSTING THIS #cod x reader #cod smut #call of duty x reader #ghost x reader #ghost smut #ghost fluff #simon riley x reader

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magpiethepunkfairy · 4 months

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I have a community now by the way

I have a healthy friend group , we laugh and talk, really talk, we hangout often

I go to a class monthly, I actually talk to and connect to people there

I go to therapy monthly to and my therapist is always so happy hearing about all the great progress I'm making

I'm learning that I'm wanted and loved and worth something because I'm weird not in spite of it

I'm letting go of so much shame and guilt I held for so long it almost became me

I'm talking to my parents more, real meaningful sometimes hard conversations, and it's never the end of the world

I'm eating better, and I don't mean dieting or traditionally "healthier" I mean I'm trying new foods, eating food that makes me happy, letting it make me happy, I'm eating more veggies cause they Taste good and I like them and not cause I have to

I'm taking care of myself and using my supports and taking medicine when I hurt instead of forcing myself to push through so much pain

I'm coming out and it's going so well and I feel like I can breathe finally

I'm not crying every single day anymore

And ya I know it won't always be this good

I know I'll always struggle with my health, physical and mental

I know there will be bad days and hard things to do

But I also know I'll make it through them, that I have people to lean on and I'll be ok

I wish me from like, a year ago could see me

We're making it, in a lot of ways we already have

You'd be so Proud of us

#hopecore #hopeposting #hopepunk #nonbinary #actually autistic #queer #trans #actually adhd #it/its #they/them #mental health #it gets better #community #actually neurodivergent #fibromyalgia #chronic pain #mag barks

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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Oh I’m about to go feral over handyman Jason. I can feel it coming

Jason heard the soda can on the counter and grunted his thanks as he worked on the bolt he was trying to loosen.

"Maggie Mae," he heard you call softly, "You want some lunch-"

"A margarita on the rocks."

"Mags, that's not-"

"Honey. I am 74. I'm gonna drop dead way before my liver can fail."

You snort, "Want a Porterhouse and a pack of menthols to go with that?"

"Menthols are for pussies."

Jason barked a laugh and then promptly had to muffle a swear when his tool slipped and bashed his thumb.

"Why didn't you tell me Jason was here?" she asked.

"Hey miss Maggie," he called.

"Did my girl take care of you or did she just put you to work?" she asked, nudging his booted foot, prompting him to get out of her way she she could make her drink.

"She got me a soda, Mags I'm good-"

"Do you want a sandwich-"

"No I'm-"

"Y/N will you order a pizza or something?"

"Mags," he cut in laughing. "Really I'm good. I got a sandwich and some chips out in the truck."

"That's not enough for a hard working boy like you," she scolded.

"You've done it now," you tell him, rolling your eyes as you pull out your phone. Now that Maggie's on a roll there's no stopping her. And trying will just get you scolded... she took a nap and woke up feisty.

"It's fine-"

"It is not, Young man. You will eat a good lunch and-"

"Mags, why doesn't he just come back for dinner- if he doesn't have other plans. You know I'm making you some fajitas and-" You break off, wincing when Jason pulls hiis head out from under the sink and mouth 'sorry' when Maggie rounds on him as he started to protest.

"No actually dinner would be better- Lane and Dallas need help with some pool stuff and I gotta go do that after-"

"Dinner it is," Maggie said huffing, rimming her rocks glass with salt. "Be here at 7pm sharp."

'Thanks' Jason mouthed over her shoulder, ducking back under the sink. You couldn't be too mad at him, right? And would it be inappropriate to ask if you were dating anyone... Just. You know. So he knew.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #handyman!jason #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

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sweaterkittensahoy · 2 months

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I found your post about inbox empty and no camp requests literally five minutes after opening the tumblr post episode 8. Were you summoned? Was I? Who cares.

I haven’t had the time to properly comment on your 2buck sexy prompt fill but please do know I will BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY HEAD. So fucking well written (pace, words, characterizations, aaaaah). I ramble, sorry.

Back to the point at hand, PROMPT(s) for my two favorite idiots (Buck/Bucky):

- post war bliss, let’s heal the boys a bit and give them their happiness

- set whenever, possessive Gale (boy is 100% unhinged, called it day 1 when Greenland tower control told him to circle back and he just floored it like a goddamn pro)

- magpie behavior John, he just collects stuff for Gale and brings it to him, it’s a character trait (bikes, shit needed to make a crystal radio, boy just does)

- observer Gale, he just loves the physicality John moves in when he’s in Major mode and when he gets the rare chance to look without being seen or having to worry what is seen on his face he just looks and lets himself feel it

- talismans, I love the idea of both of them having something that means ‘I am of my beloved and my beloved is of mine’

- literally whatever other sexy scenario you can concoct, your whiskey one has rewired a couple of circuits in my brain

- soulmarks, on the basis that I’m a sucker for them

Bonus for good ole Benny De Marco as Gale’s keeper when John isn’t around while at the same time John’s handler when Gale’s not there (ngl this is because of the way Buck yells De Marco’s name in the pilot, my boys are MATES™️).

I am afraid I single-handedly murdered your inbox, please forgive me.

Thank you in advance and cheers ✨❤️

(These are all amazing, and I would like to encourage anyone who is reading this and gets an idea from one of these to write you one of the ones I don't [or write the one I did but as your own thing!])

In the barracks, each bed comes with a side table. It has a drawer and a lamp. Most of the boys keep a photo of a loved one on the top, a skin mag in the drawer, and whatever they carry in their pockets each day next to the photo.

Buck's is different because he keeps whatever he carries in his pockets in the drawer, and on the table itself is a collection of random objects that look like he's collecting odds and ends with no real sense. Amongst the clutter are the following things:

A skeleton key with a filigree 'G' carved into the head.

A rock that shines when the sunlight hits it during the day.

A broken bracelet made of blue stones.

A tiny piece of foil shaped into an oak leaf cluster.

The first time a replacement asks about it--because Major Cleven doesn't seem the type to collect odds and ends--Demarco barks a laugh and buys the replacement a drink.

"It's not Cleven's collection. Well, it is. But it's not."

The replacement stares at Demarco. "Uh-huh. Clear as mud."

Demarco sighs. "They're all his, but he didn't pick them, okay?"

"That's no clearer."

Demarco shrugs. "You'll figure it out."

A week later, the replacement is reading in his bunk when Major Egan walks in, giggly and flushed from drinking. He drops hard onto Major Cleven's bed. Major Cleven is--or was--sleeping, but he wakes up and huffs a laugh and says as calm and even as he seems to do everything. "What are you up to?"

Major Egan holds out a hand. "Look what I found!"

Major Cleven squints at Major Egan's hand. "It's a penny."

"No, look closer," Major Egan says. He picks up the penny with his other hand and holds it very close to Major Cleven's eyes. "Look."

Major Cleven grabs Major Egan's wrist and pulls it back a few inches. He squints at the penny, then reaches over and flicks on his lamp. He squints at the penny again. "It's still a penny, John."

"No, it's your birth year," Major Egan says. "See?" He points. "And I found it heads up! It's double good luck for you."

The replacement suddenly realizes neither of them have clocked that he's there. He coughs politely, and suddenly, both Majors are looking at him.

"Is this your first time experiencing Major Egan in his magpie form?" Major Cleven asks.

"Uh," the replacement says.

"He acts like it's silly, but he keeps all of them," Major Egan says, gesturing to Major Cleven.

The replacement expects Major Cleven to scoff or shove Major Egan off his bed. Instead, he smiles and holds out his hand.

"I don't act like it's silly," Major Cleven says and looks at his table for a long moment before setting down very precisely. "I just can't follow your booze-soaked reasoning when you wake me up in the middle of the night."

Major Egan flops sideways so he's taking over half of Major Cleven's bed. "It's only ten, you old man."

Major Cleven stares at Major Egan. "We have an audience, John."

"Eh," Major Egan says and rolls over, stealing Major Cleven's pillow.

"Hey, give that back!" Major Cleven says, yanking the pillow, but Major Egan isn't giving it up.

The replacement doesn't know what to do, so he goes back to his book. The next night at the officer's club, he buys Demarco a drink.

"What was it this time?" Demarco asks.

"A penny from his birth year that he found face up."

Demarco bursts into laughter. "Oh, that's a whole new level of lovesick."

"Are they together?"

"Joined at the hip and a few other parts," Demarco says, then downs his drink. He slaps the replacement on the back. "Come on. I'll let you tell Brady what the latest one is. He'll love it."

#masters of the air #outsider pov #not sure how that happened #buck/buck #goose #bucksquared #fic prompt #magpie egan

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maggiemacabre · 15 days

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SiIvaGunner SmashUp! Behind the scenes and post-mortem

Hello folks and welcome to my new Tumblr blog. I don't know how much I'm going to actually use this thing in the future but I figure if I need it, it's here. As you can probably tell by the title, today's subject will be none other than my most recent "work", the SiIvaGunner SmashUp!

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The idea of a SiIvaGunner take on the concept of "Royal Rumble but full of stupid contestants" was in my head for a while, but the motivation to do it wasn't in place until I found Dead Meat's Horror Royal Rumble in August or September of 2023. The Jerma Rumbles and Vinewrestle were definitely also influences on the idea, but the Horror Royal Rumble was the impetus, and played a part in influencing some creative choices featured in the SmashUp (more on that later).

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After running the idea by the team and the rest of backroom, I picked up WWE 2K23 (which fortuitously was on sale that weekend) and got to work. Going in, I had next to no idea of the ins and outs of pro wrestling, which meant that I had to do a lot of research into things like the wrestlers themselves, moves, terminology, different match types, general historical stuff, how shows are actually presented, etc. This put me in a very, very deep rabbit hole which I have still not crawled out of. I even went to two house shows!

Making the wrestlers was the first step and by far took the longest amount of time out of anything, since this was the first show of its kind on the channel and required the creation of 34 unique wrestlers. Some of them were easier than others (lookin' at you AMUNO), but others such as Ninomae Ina'nis took days to complete due to the amount of detail they required. This also isn't including wrestlers who were made that got cut; some of these exclusions include Bottom G, who was left out because Andrew Tate sucks, Elly from Touhou Project, who was replaced by Sumireko, and Wood Man, who was left out for lore reasons and replaced with 8-Bit Beast in a somewhat 11th hour decision. Maybe next year?

The decision to make Hot Cross Buns and Raft Ride into women also spawned from this period. Hot Cross Buns was made first and was originally meant to show up in the Grand Rumble, but after some time I ended up deciding to move her to her own match, which became a Women's World Champion match because lol. I had to use mods to make the men and women able to fight each other, so theoretically Raft Ride could have been a man, but women are awesome.

Being an egotistical maniac, I also included some references to things I'd worked on in the past. Totino's Stadium, the arena where the match takes place, was first mentioned in the FUMO JAM ad from the DJ Professor K Day stream, and Nu Grandiose City is the city where Woodyana is from in Woodyana Stones: Raider Made of Lost Bark. Also I guess this is why Elvira was included? LOL. Fun fact: The footage of "Totino's Stadium" is actually of Gazprom Arena in Russia.

Since I was involved with the channel's MAGFest panel in 2024, I was able to announce the show months in advance, although I'm not sure how many people actually paid attention at the time. Getting a logo ready between finishing CCC and MAG was a bit tight, but thankfully it was able to be done on time, and on top of that I was able to make the big card poster thing on my own. I actually designed it to be printed, and I proposed making it a sold item, although that idea was rejected. I also came up with the date during this period, choosing the day right before the WWE Hall of Fame show, and while things got a bit close to the wire, it was luckily able to make the date and time without a hitch in the end.

After all the wrestlers were made, it was time to record and edit. I was a bit worried about my laptop overheating while doing so, but I was able to get good quality 60 FPS 1080p footage recorded without any hitches other than some human error on my end. While the controversial ending of the Grand Rumble wasn't what I had in mind, I ended up leaving it as-is for time reasons and also because it felt like a funny troll ending. Which it was! Editing was not quite as smooth since I had to go through all the footage and edit it together into a cohesive product. WWE games don't allow you to cut to entrances during a Royal Rumble, which meant that I had to record and edit those in myself. The method I ended up using resembled the one from the Dead Meat rumble mentioned earlier with cuts to the audience as the buzzer rings, although I'd like to believe I did a better job than they did with their 2024 entrances where they awkwardly cut around shots of the ring. This is also where the fun facts come from, as they are actually covering up the nameplates that show up as an alternative to cutting to the entrances.

After editing was done I got some other team members to do commentary. Thankfully I was able to get someone with wrestling knowledge, which definitely added a dimension of realism and legitimacy to the project. I don't know if I can say who the announcers are because of leaks, but if you haven't figured it out, Randall Shields is a Smash Bros. reference. Also it was the first contribution to SiIvaGunner that had "Randall" made in about half a decade. What a return!

The premiere of the project was electric. Seeing over 1.3K people tune in and get hype over something I made was incredible and made my week, if not month. I did feel a little bad about the reaction when Dream came in (💀), but other than that it was awesome. And don't worry, he won't return.

In the end, I had a lot of fun with the project and it was awesome seeing everything pay off. I want to thank everyone who helped, including the artists who designed the logos and the people who did commentary. It couldn't have come together without help and assistance from everyone, and I hope that this becomes the first in a series of similar videos.

#siivagunner #siivagunner smashup #wrestling #behind the scenes #Youtube

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 3 months

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More 2B x Hank x Reader

I am hungry

Polyamory am i right lol

2B x Reader x Hank

CW: Gore, Hank gets fucked up (when don't they tho), mentions of medical bugs

Doc worried when he needed to send you and Hank out, terrified that the implants in your spine would read [TERMINATED] and he'd have to hurry to anchor your souls and forcefully pull you back to the world of the living.

Hank was a loose canon at the best of times, but adding their much smaller, adorable lover into the fray made them go into reckless overdrive. He would do anything, absolutely anything to shield your body from harm. They were used to it, pain was something they'd come to expect and deal with, but any harm to you would cut deeper than any physical wound would ever.

And that lead to your current situation, you posted up on a chair next to Hank's bed as they deliriously slurred their words, high as a kite on whatever Doc had pumped into his system to quell the pain while he was reattaching a severed arm with small, precise sutures.

You hadn't seen it coming, an attack from behind, yet Hank did. In a split second, he thrust his body in the way, assailant's sword cleaving through his arm instead of your spine. Your back still sustained damage, but nothing nearly as terrible as it could've been.

Hank's giant hand squeezed your tiny one, breaking your reflection on the mission, and despite the delirium, they offered a smile. "Tiny.... Hands."

"Screw the mission!" Sanford barked as he lunged into the driver's seat, you and Deimos helping support Hank's weight as you two climbed into the truck bed. "What little we got will have to do, I ain't riskin' an ass whoopin' from Doc 'cause we let you two get fucked up."

Medical stuff was more of San's field, but so was driving, and a quick get-away was needed right now, with two MAGs thundering out of the base towards the vehicle. Deimos took off one of Hank's many, many decorative belts, and used it as a makeshift tourniquet to try and stop them bleeding out all over the truck because he would have to clean it otherwise.

"I can take them-" Hank tried to sit up and throw his missing arm, but you pushed them back down and chastised them.

"Don't be so stupid Hank, the last thing I need is you getting more hurt." And that settled them down.

Sanford had seen to your back once the four of you arrived home, Doc preoccupied with Hank's more severe injury. "Don't think you'll even need stitches Lucky, just a bloody cut that'll need disinfecting and a bandage."

"Can you move your fingers?" Doc spoke up, and Hank raised their reattached arm, slowly wiggling the digits. "Good, keep it clean or you could get an infection, and I really don't want to have to bring out the medical maggots again."

Doc sighed and rested an arm around your shoulders after taking off his bloodied gloves, mindful of your aching back. "You two will be the death of me, I swear." He took off his mask and sighed again, he looked stressed and tired.

"Sorry sweetheart." You kissed his scarred cheek, and he offered a relaxed smile. "I know it's scary sending us out, but I promise Hank and I will keep each other safe, and be more vigilant."

Doc returned the kiss, taking your chin into his hand and meeting your softer lips with his rougher ones. Hank grunted when your kiss lingered too long. "What about MY kiss?" They grumbled while casting their gaze between you two, now sitting upright.

"Alright Hanky, don't get so butthurt." You giggled, both you and Doc going in to showering him with love too.

#hank #deimos #sanford #2bdamned #madcom #madness combat #hank j wimbleton #hank j wimbleton x reader #hank x reader x 2bdamned #2bdamned x reader #2bhank #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom reader insert #madness combat reader insert #x gon deliver to ya

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saintship · 1 year

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Breathe

König x GN!reader

Request: @aixxka

Was thinking about a KorTac mission where König gets hurt and reader (was studying medicine before joining spec ops) takes care of him on a field. And he's unsure of what to do bc he never received such treatment, especially in a middle of a mission with bullets flying through. You can change whatever you want, but I hope you like this idea! Good luck and thanks if you write it!. half broken English, sorry)))

Warnings: gunfire, near death experience, blood and wounds, swearing, hurt/comfort, kissy kissy

Only thing I changed was making it an ambush of sorts rather than a mission, I’d like to finish this game so I can be as accurate as possible before writing detailed missions

Enjoy!

It was quiet on the hangar, the assortment of soldiers who were supposed to be repackaging gear and weaponry largely messing with each other and fucking off. The sun was low in the sky, casting vibrant pinks and reds streaking across the clouds and wide sky above them.

“Hey Ghost.”

Soap fiddled with a scope of a Locus, a shit-eating grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Do I know you?” Ghost huffed, clicking a container’s lid closed.

Soap glared but pressed on. “What do you call a blind-"

“No.” The soldier caught between the two of them deadpanned.

“Oh, come on, Hyena, thought laughing was your thing?” Soap put down what he was holding, shaking his teammate’s shoulder with one hand.

“Are they—wrestling?” Hyena brushed off Soap, eyes trained ahead of them.

“Steamin’ Jesus, König! Don’t kill him!” Soap walked over, hanging back from the two men.

König and Roach were grappling at each other, Roach either unfazed or ignorant to the comical difference in size.

König looked up, surprise shining through the sniper hood that covered all but his eyes.

“I would never! Although he did challenge me.” He returned his attention to Roach, grabbing him in a hold and lowering to the ground.

Hyena watched him, fascinated with how he was able to articulate his strength so precisely. In the field, König practically ripped his opponents from the earth, but playfully sparring with a teammate, he was almost gentle.

“Do you surrender?” König spoke into Roach’s helmet, his tone dramatic.

Roach shook his head wildly, then after fighting to free himself for a few more moments, huffed a breath and relaxed. König released him, pulling him to his feet.

“A wise choice- ha!” He barked a laugh when Roach pushed his chest in frustration before returning to the table with the weaponry.

Hyena smiled, quickly looking down at the mag they were holding when they realized they were staring. They couldn’t help it—König was fascinating inside and out.

A tremble under Hyena’s boots caused their smile to fade quickly.

“Anyone feel that.” Their voice was low, catching everyone’s attention. Ghost nodded.

“Was about to ask. Close up the cargo.”

The trembling grew to a rumble in the ground, and Hyena turned in the direction of Price, who was already excusing himself from a group of superiors and walking over.

“What’s going on?” Price addressed Hyena.

“No idea, sir.” They looked back around, trying to locate the source of the noise. It sounded like highway traffic back in town but more intense, urgent.

“Soap, Ghost, König, Alejandro, man the front, Hyena, Gaz, and Roach, follow but don’t make yourselves seen. I’ll be in the hangar to spread the word then join the front. GO!”

Hyena grabbed the scope Soap had been holding and attached it to the Locus, moving it to rest on their back while they dragged as much cargo out of sight as they could. The front line moved to the left of the plane, past the wall that obscured Hyena’s view until they could follow.

“Let’s move, come on!” Gaz jogged past, Hyena joining him alongside Roach while retrieving their Locus from their back. They wavered some ten meters behind their teammates, moving from cover to cover with quiet speed. As they drew closer, the source of the noise was revealed. Two armored cars drove side by side, a gunner on each.

“What the hell is this?” Hyena murmured into comms, watching the cars grow closer.

“No idea.” Alejandro sounded just as confused.

The cars slowed to a stop, the passengers of each getting out and facing Ghost and Alejandro, who’d stepped forward.

Hyena moved silently forward, but Roach’s arm stopped them. He signed close to his chest.

Not yet.

I need to listen. They signed back quickly, placing a hand on his shoulder as they moved past. They made it close enough to hear, kneeling to lean forward. Alejandro was speaking, and he was frustrated.

“..No somos tus chicos! This was a simple mistake, my friends.” Alejandro remained calm, but his voice shifted to a threatening tone. “You need to leave.”

The men front the cars fired back in Spanish too fast for Hyena to catch, clearly enraged. Alejandro hung his head, exasperated.

“Since when do we have bandits?” Hyena spoke quietly into comms.

“Since now.” Gaz retorted. Hyena’s slight amusement was cut short by a gunshot. The man on the right had fired into the sky, Soap and Ghost drew aim, taking their stance.

“HOLD IT!” Price marched down the space between areas of cover, his anger radiating in all directions. He sized up the leader, lifting his chin so his eyes bore into theirs.

“Leave now and no one gets hurt. I’m being kind here.”

Hyena glanced at Gaz, sharing a look of fearful admiration for their Captain. They turned back just as the first shot was fired. It was one of the gunners, striking Ghost in the ribs. Luckily he wore a vest, but Hyena knew that pain could not be canceled out easily. Price got a hold of the leader’s gun, smacking him in the temple with the end of it. Soap and Ghost grappled with the leader’s posse while Gaz quickly took out the two gunners.

Looking behind them, Hyena spotted several men from the cars jogging to the main hangar. They signaled silently to Roach and Gaz, nodded their head in that direction. Running between cover, bullets whizzed past Hyena’s head, occasionally making contact with their leg armor.

Looking through their scope, Hyena aimed and disarmed the first enemy they saw. They’d shot the man’s legs so he crumpled to the ground, crying out.

They gathered the ammo he’d been hauling in his arms and returned it to an open container, snapping it closed once more. The process of disarming and relocating cargo continued before Soap’s voice boomed in Hyena’s ear.

“HIT! KÖNIG’S HIT! MEDIC, NOW!”

“The only medic is at the next hangar, how bad is it?” Hyena replied steadily.

“FUCKIN’ BAD!”

“On my way.”

“There’s more coming! Whoever the hell these guys are, they’re working for someone..” Ghost’s voice grated into the comms.

Hyena rolled to their side to avoid a blast of machine gun bullets, pressing their back to the cover they’d made it to. Breathing scarcely, they steeled themselves before muttering to no one in particular.

“Hang on, König..”

They sprinted from cover to cover with speed much like a the animal they’d been named after, feeling as such due to the humid air they pushed through. At last, König’s form came into view, Hyena breaking for it and earning a bullet graze to the shoulder for their hastiness. Soap kneeled at his side.

“You know what you’re doin’?” Soap hollered over the gunfire, squinting in the dust that had been kicked up around them.

“I’m the best he’s got!” Hyena replied, waving for him to keep moving. He clapped them on the back before obliging, moving quickly to return to the hangar and take Hyena’s place.

“Hyäne..” König murmured weakly, recognition flashing over his expressive eyes.

“Hey, big guy.” Hyena threw off their backpack, surveying his wounds. He’d been struck in the same place twice, close range from the looks of it, which had torn through his protective gear. Whoever this fucker was had horrifying aim. Unlatching his vest and lifting his shirt, they saw the extent of the deep red blood pouring through his gloves and onto the dusty ground. Watching Hyena dig through her bag, the situation seemed to set into the man’s mind.

“It’s dangerous to stay here..go, Liebes..”

“What? No.” They pressed a folded patch of gauze to his wound, causing him to tense and groan quietly.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry..” They returned to their bag to retrieve a vial of alcohol, lifting the gauze momentarily to sanitize the wound and surrounding skin.

“Why are you..”

“König, save your breath!” Hyena scolded, but internally their heart broke a little. What had the world done to this man to think he deserved to bleed out in the sand to some bandit?

“Can you sit up?” They pried gently. König obeyed, lifting himself to sit against the concrete wall that shielded them. Moving his shirt further, Hyena wrapped the gauze securely around his middle.

“Too tight?” They looked up into those misty eyes that shone through his hood, and König averted his gaze, blinking. “No..”

“Good.”

“They’re retreating!” Gaz’s voice sounded in Hyena’s ear, and they smiled.

“Hear that? Just a few minutes.”

König’s eyes fluttered shut.

“Hey. Hey, hey, no, no-" Hyena held his head in her bloodied hands, tapping gently, then firmly.

“SOAP! GHOST! NEED YOU TO CARRY KÖNIG, HE’S BLACKED OUT!”

The hollering into their comms almost sounded unnatural coming from them, a usually level-headed person and soldier.

“On our way!” Soap replied quickly, the sound of the armored cars beginning to fade in the direction that they came.

Ghost and Soap managed to drag the beast of a man back to the hangar, where the real medic had been called over. Hyena didn’t leave his side, insisting she be there for the entire process. They blamed their insistence on further training their medical skills, which wasn’t untrue, but the larger truth was they couldn’t bear pacing outside the infirmary door.

“That should do it, rookie. Not bad.”

The medic guiding Hyena cut past the last knot of König’s stitches, Hyena quickly soaking up the leftover blood with a pad of gauze. They should have kept him talking, or pressed harder, gotten to him quicker, something.

“I gotta get back.” The medic tore Hyena from their thoughts, lingering at the door.

“Of course. Thank you.”

They nodded, slipping out of sight with a tap to the doorframe. While König was still out, Hyena decided to slip his sniper hood back on to make him more comfortable when he awoke. A shame, they thought. His features were hardened from war, but especially relaxed this way, he was undeniably beautiful. Scars ran near his nose and along his jaw, accentuating the sort of ruffian handsomeness that was brought together by his dark brown, shaggy locks and stubble. After replacing the hood, they began to clean their station while waiting for him to wake. Hardly a minute had passed before they heard a sharp inhale.

Hyena rushed to his side, one hand hovering over his arm.

“Took you long enough.” Hyena spoke gently, letting him acclimate to the bright lights. He hummed in acknowledgment, attempting to sit up before quickly retracting with a hiss.

“Take it easy, we’re taking a day before leaving for the snatch and grab.” Hyena sighed. “You scared me out there.”

König hummed a short laugh. “You are..very brave.”

“Aw..” Hyena shrugged playfully.

“No, no..” König reached out, resting a hand on their forearm. His touch was warm, and the absence of his gloves made Hyena’s face deepen in color.

“I am..not used to this.” His voice wavered with uncertainty. “You are—kind.”

Their heart shattered all over again.

“When you’re hurt, König, when you’re down and bleeding, you deserve to be saved.”

König blinked, and a warm silence enveloped the two soldiers as his heart rate monitor chirped with every moment.

“You put my hood back on.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Thought it would, I don’t know how you feel about-"

“Liebes?”

Hyena quieted, silenced by his addressing and the hand moving to hold her own. His thumb rested on their knuckles, his palm enveloping their hand in comparison.

“You can take it off.”

Hyena didn’t reply, looking between their hands and his gentle eyes. Their blush heated more at the closeness.

“I will.” He’d decided, and Hyena was too stunned to stop him as he moved the bed rail to stand with a sharp inhale of pain.

“You should..”

König lifted the back of it first. They’d seen his face, sure, but a medical state of mind is not one that focuses heavily on intimacy. In fact, thinking back to the exposed skin they’d felt while stopping the bleeding, there were many moments that had they been in a different state of mind, they would have practically melted from embarrassment.

He let the front of the hood fall from his face, revealing those eyes and dark eyelashes accentuated with the remaining war paint Hyena had failed to remove. It was strange, seeing such a large man fiddle with something in his hands and maintain a reserved body language.

“The truth is, I don’t show my face often, to them, because—I want to protect myself.”

His features moving with his words was almost too much.

“But you, you..” König trailed off, letting one hand holding the hood fall to his side while gesturing to Hyena with the other.

“What does Liebes mean?” Hyena murmured suddenly.

“Oh. Well, uh,” König scratched the back of his head briefly. “It means uh, what would you say? Darling.”

Hyena blinked rapidly, studying their boots for a moment. Their attention was brought back to the man in front of her by him stepping forward. Their head rose to look to his automatically.

“I need you to know that I’m showing you—myself, and calling you these things because..I feel differently about you than I do them.”

“In-in what way?” Hyena scolded themselves for stuttering, brought to shambles by this man before them.

“May I show you?” His voice was hardly a murmur.

“Yes.”

His hand came up to their head, cradling the back of it and resting a thumb on the sensitive skin behind their ear.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, König..”

Ever the worrier. Hyena tugged gently on his shoulders and he took the message and swiftly took their lips to his. He was hesitant, but feeling Hyena’s receptiveness to his touch let slip his neediness. He breathed shakily through his nose, lowering his head to kiss them deeper. Hyena hummed low in their throat when they felt his tongue, König beginning to emit lovely sounds in response. They separated by a centimeter, breathing deeply.

“I want to be with you, Hyäne.”

His confession was low and quiet, as if he was hardly ready to admit it.

“I want that too.”

Hyena returned to kiss him, relishing in the arms they felt cradle their back. It was not often they thanked an enemy team, but tonight, they did just that.

#call of dooty #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #141 x reader #konig cod #könig x reader #task force 141 #john soap mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #cod requests

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moonwonuu · 10 months

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ang wakas special — part 2

pov: you surprise wonwoo with your baked goodies and something more

warning: 🔞 content ahead so please if minor ka, wag mo na basahin ‘di naman importante ‘to 😠

in hurried footsteps, wonwoo manages to reach his door in record time to open the door for his lover. there he finds her and their little fur baby standing outside his door with the biggest smiles on their faces. wonwoo’s heart melts when you finally greet him.

“happy birthday, my love!” you squeal with seolie barking out her own way of greeting him. wonwoo ushers you both into his condo where seolie makes a beeline towards her spot on the sofa whilst you go straight to the kitchen.

“wag mo akong sundan! dun ka sa anak natin,” you warn him, making his steps falter. he makes a uturn back to seolie who’s now sleeping soundly on his sofa. he tucks himself beside her and seolie unconsciously moves closer to her dad.

he smiles at her, petting her head and running his fingers through her curly fur.

after a few minutes in the kitchen, you finally come out wearing a birthday hat and holding a cake for him.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU….” and he lets you sing, startling seolie in her sleep in the process. once you’re done, you sit on the floor in front of him.

“make a wish, my love.”

he clasps his hands together and closes his eyes. he thanks the universe for bringing you back to him and for letting him love you again and again and again. and he thanks you for loving him immensely.

he blows his candles and takes the cake out of your hand, setting it on the coffee table behind you. seolie jumps off the sofa and wanders down into one of his rooms.

once she’s out of sight, he pulls you into his lap, letting you straddle his thighs. you pull the hat off your head, placing it to the side.

“i thought you forgot about my birthday,” he pouts.

“boang! hindi ko yun magagawa,” you press a long kiss on his lips before resting your forehead against his. he smiles when you start telling him about waking up early to make his cake, cookies and your experimental macaroons.

all the while you were yapping on and on about your adventures today, he can’t help but feel a little warm the more you move around on his lap.

he unconsciously trails his fingers underneath your shirt, gliding his warm fingertips along your spine until they reach the clasp of your bra. in one swift movement, he unclasps it with one hand, making you gasp.

“pa salamat ka talaga birthday mo! di pa naman ako tapos mag kwento,” you huff, letting him remove your bra along with your shirt. when he finally sees sight of your bare skin, he tilts his head back against the sofa and groans. you grind down harder against his hard on, making him groan even more.

he tightens his hold on your hips when you quicken your pace, not even letting him do anything but moan and whimper as his eyes are shut tight because of the pleasure.

you took this as an opportunity to grab the hem of shirt, removing his t-shirt swiftly off his body as he becomes more pliant under you.

“let me take care of you, birthday boy,” you whisper seductively in his ear as you bounce a little on his lap to tease him. he feels the way your nipples harden against his bare chest and it makes his mind all the more hazy.

“b-baby si seolie,” he whimpers when you softly suckle on his neck.

“she’s sleeping in your room, baby,” you whisper along his skin. he watches as you kiss along his warm skin, moving down and down on his body until your swirling your tongue around his pebbled tits. you flick your tongue back and forth, making him puff out a shaky breath.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he moans when you finally kneel between his thighs, kissing each of his hardened abs even going as far as licking and marking them up.

“t-tangina, andie naman,” he finally breaks when you pull his sweatpants and boxers in one go.

“what?” you look up at him innocently. he can’t help but ogle at your breasts and the way you’re wrapping your hand around his hardened dick.

“sit back and relax, love.”

and so he does. he watches how you expertly please him, how you hollow your cheeks as you try to fit his entire dick into your mouth. he catches some of your tears with his fingertips and when he knows you’re slowly getting tired, he bunches up your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

“baby, do you trust me?”

you nod, giving him a thumbs up. he bites his lower lips when he starts to guide your head up and down. he can hear the way you gag around his cock and the squelching sounds you make every time he bobs you up and down.

he pulls you all the way up, watching the strings of your spit and his cum stick to your lips.

“kaya pa?”

“baby, just fuck my mouth!”

he growls before gripping your hair tighter in his hand. he pushes your head all the way down until your nose hits his skin. he feels more of your tears against his skin but he keeps going.

after a few more thrusts into your soaking mouth, he releases into your mouth. spurts and spurts of his cum paints your mouth and to your surprise, you feel a sticky sensation between your thighs.

you fall to the floor, your knees aching after an intense session with your boyfriend. you rest your head against his thigh as he rubs your cheek lovingly. you tiredly stick your tongue out to show him his cum before you swallow it, winking in the process.

“fuck, andie,” he curses under his breath as he feels his cock twitch at the sight.

after a beat of silence, you call out to him. “wons,” you murmur against his thigh. he tucks a hair behind your ear as he hums.

“what is it love?”

“i came untouched,” you shyly say.

putangina, he thought before manhandling you onto the sofa.

it was gonna be a long evening.

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