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contents :: NSFW. mdni. established relationship. not quite somnophilia but 'reader' isn't fully awake either. brief finger sucking. thigh job. p -> v. soo many nicknames + lots of praise. i haven't written smut in maybe three years, so forgive me if this is not great ^^7 wc. ~1.6k
The night had gone to shit, and Jason was pissed.
He had one thing he needed to do, just one. It should have been easy, but every little thing that could go wrong did go wrong. And things that didn't usually frustrate him were making him feel like a bomb about to go off. He was surprised he hadn't gone off already.
He felt pretty damn close to it by the time he finally got home, unlocking the front door of your shared apartment.
The place was already quiet, and he wasn't surprised to find you had already gone to bed. He had gotten home nearly four hours later than he had planned, he never expected you to wait up so late.
He was sure you had tried though.
He made quick work of his gear and clothes as he made his way down the hall to the bedroom â helmet left too close to the edge of the counter, and the rest of his gear tossed on the back of the couch, the seat of a chair, left in the middle of the floor. He'd pick it up later, he only had the energy to think about one thing right now.
And maybe part of him wanted to hear you lecture him about the mess he made.
By the time he pushed the bedroom door open he had stripped down to his boxers and undershirt. He figured that was good enough to satisfy your 'no outside clothes in the bed' rule, and lowered himself onto the mattress next to you.
You were curled up on your side, knees tucked close to your body, your back towards his side of the bed, hands folded near you in that way he knew was going to make you complain about your wrists being sore in the morning.
It made him smile a bit as he tucked himself close to you, hand sliding across your hip and up until his palm pressed flat against your tummy, fingers spread out to pull you closer.
He wasn't trying to wake you up, but he wasn't exactly trying to keep you asleep either. And he wouldnât deny the little flutter in his chest when you mumbled his name half asleep.
âHey, babyâ He answered against your temple, âI woke you up ?â
He knew the answer already, but you still tried to tell him youâd already been awake.
âHow was patrol ?â You asked, eyes still closed.
Jasonâs fingers pressed into your front a little harder at the question âWas shit, babyâ He answered, head moving down to your neck, he pressed his lips against the warmth as he continued; âNothinâ went right, nobody listened to a damn word I said. Got me all worked up, pretty girl.â
You only replied with a quiet hum, still awake but barely.
Jasonâs hand moved lower, pushing up the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing â which he was pretty sure had been his at one point, before you decided to change that â and toying with the waist band of your panties.
âJay âŚâ You mumbled, halfheartedly pushing his hand away. It was nothing more than a slow brush of your fingers against his knuckles before your hand returned to its original position tucked under your chin.
âI knowâ He whispered, fingertips dipping under the fabric âI know youâre tired, baby. You donât gotta do anythinâ, just lemme have this, yeah ? That okay ?â
You took a moment to answer, long enough Jason thought youâd fallen asleep again, before giving him a small, sleepy âMhmâ and a slow nod.
It felt like the entire night had been lifted off his shoulders, finally something was going his way. His head lifted again to kiss your cheek, your temple, and then your cheek again before tucking his face back into the side of your neck. âSweet baby, so good to me baby.â
He moved his hand up, pressing his middle and ring finger against your bottom lip. They parted without him having to ask. Your lips closed around them, giving slow sleepy sucks to his fingers.
âMy sweet girl,â He cooed, rolling his hips in slow circles against your backside âMy perfect girlâ
His fingers pressed down against your tongue as you sucked and licked, drool pooling around them. His other hand made quick work pushing his boxers down, just enough to pull himself free, he was already hard, flushed tip already shiny with leaking precum.
He pressed the head where your thighs met and pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet âpopâ that made his cock twitch against your skin. You mumbled something barely legible, but enough to let him know you were at least still awake when he spit covered fingers dipped into your underwear.
They slid between the folds a few times before his fingertips found your clit. You shifted, giving him a muffled, closed mouth whine.
âI know,â He whispered, a heavy breath brushing against your skin. His hips moved forwards, pushing himself between the fat of your thighs.
âFuckinâ hell, babyâ he groaned, rocking himself back and forth between your legs as his fingers rubbed over your folds and played with the bundle of nerves above them, flicking and pinching gently with his fingertips âMissed you sâ much. Youâre the only thing left thatâs right in this goddamned cityâ
His head came up again to press his lips against your cheek, holding them there as he fucked your thighs. More precum dribbled from the fat head of his cock, smearing against your skin, and making soft squelching sounds as he moved. His fingers moved faster across your warm cunt, until he got you wet enough to dip his middle finger inside. You only answered with dreamy whines and soft moans.
âGonna steal you away from here one dayâ He mumbled, his free hand coming up behind your head to turn your face towards his. His mouth slotted against yours, tongue immediately making a home past your lips. âGonna run away with you, no oneâs ever gonna hear from us again. Get you all to myself, new life far away from this fuckinâ place. Wherever you wanna go, baby. That sound nice ?â
You slurred something he barely caught, and his mouth was on yours again. Sure he was just being dramatic, Jason would probably never be able to leave this gunmetal city. But the thought of it was enough, and he thought of it often.
âNeed you, pretty girlâ He whispered into your mouth. Jason had never been above begging for you. He did it as easy as breathing, especially when he was like this âThat okay ? Câmon, use your words angel.â
âSâ okayâ You answered, voice soft around the edges, heavy with that honey-warm dreaminess.
The way Jasonâs chest flooded with warmth you have thought you just told him he was being handed everything he had ever wanted. Which, in some sort of way, he had been.
âThank you, sweetheartâ He pulled himself from between your thighs, a string of precum connected the tip to your warm skin. He couldâve cum just from the sight of that alone. âOh, God, youâre so good for me. Youâre perfect. Fuckinâ perfect.â
His hand slid between your legs, lifting it to bring it back over his own, bending it at the knee.
He didnât bother pulling your underwear off all the way, just hooked his fingers into the fabric and pushed it to the side, holding it there as he lined himself up. He rubbed the thick length of his cock across the wet folds, covering it with your arousal before he lined himself up with your entrance.
Jason wasted no time pushing himself in, making soft shushing and cooing sounds against your temple as he pressed into you. He knew he wasnât small, far from it. And he always tried to be careful with you, heâd be buried again before ever doing anything to hurt you.
âI know, angelâ He whispered, pushing forwards one more time until he was bottomed out inside you. âYouâre doing so good.â
His fingers found your clit again, rubbing soothing circles across it. It was nearly enough for him just feeling your walls flutter and squeeze around him. You relaxed enough eventually for him to give a few slow, steady rocks in and out of your warm hole.
âJay ââ You whined
âItâs okay.â He replied, hand moving to pull your leg up further on his before returning to your clit âYouâre okay. Missed beinâ home. Missed beinâ home so much, doll.â
It didnât take you too long before the knot in your tummy snapped, gummy walls squeezing around him as heat rushed through you, and stars lit up behind your eyelids. Your hips jerked against his as you gasped for air.
He slowed but didnât stop as your hips and legs twitched from overstimulation. âAlmost there, baby. Just a little longer, okay ? Can you hold on just a little longer, just a bit and then ââ
He was cut off by a low moan, his own orgasm flooding through him. âFuck, baby. Oh Fuck ââ His cock twitched, coating the inside of your achy cunt with warm, thick cum. He didnât pull out, not yet. He pressed himself deeper, settling inside you as he caught his breath.
His mouth found yours again, spilling praise after praise against your lips. Almost worshipful in the way he adored you so much.
âThat was amazing, baby. You were amazingâ He whispered, lips moving across your cheek, to your temple, against the shell of your ear, until finally he settled against the back of your neck. âJust stay here for a bit. Go to sleep. Iâll clean you up in a minute, baby. Promise. I promiseâ
umm not sure if i like this but omegaverse kinda-neglected reader! x tf141 (ghost focus), angst, good ending, gn!reader, SFW
Youâre a beta. That should come as a relief, many tell you every day they wish they were your designation instead. No heats, no ruts, not even stinking up a room when you got a bit too overwhelmed by an emotion.
Just in the middle: a nice calming scent, a decent paying jobâ never too high, a beta CEO wouldn't be able to control anythingâ and the lack of any crazy season that would get you all flustered. Your sense of smell was incredibly different to theirs, but you werent given much chances to complain considering all they went through in heats.
So naturally you were taught your life revolved around alphas and omegas, all the way from secondary school when you were sat next to the reactive Alphaâs to âtry and make them behave betterâ. In biology class your designation was skimmed over very quickly in favour of understanding how to react to their emotional changes and the like, and anything else you had to figure out for yourself.Â
Itâs not like getting out of school into the workforce was much better. Omegaâs rights had changed greatly in the past century, and no one would bat an eye at them being in most jobsâ so applying was even more impossible. Even when you did get into the workplace, it was like alphaâs would immediately stop listening when there was an omega in the room, or vice versa. Truthfully you were jealous of their natural pull to each other, like the relationships youâd read in books or see in swoon worthy movies.
âThereâs all sorts of jobsâ chefs, mechanics, cyber analysts, engineers, dont just have to be a soldier.â The army recruiter outside your local supermarket rambles, clearly trying to get at least one recruit today at the minimum. Otherwise heâd definitely get in big trouble. âAnd youâre a beta, so you can do both work with Omega and Alpha jobs! Youâll be fine!â
âWhat?â You look at him, that mention perking you up and he looks at you with glee. You were only listening in hopes heâd get you off his back, but that was certainly news to you.
âI bet youâre sick of fighting with even more people for jobs now, huh? In the military omegaâs and alphas are kept very seperate, even so, theyâre required to be on suppressants so everythingâs very easy.âÂ
âââââ
So, thatâs how you ended up here, bullied and forced into the shape of a soldier, something you still feel fake about even after countless deployments. Itâs quickly forgotten though when you have the thrill of finally finding your place in society.
Your first team was mostly alphas, a beta here and there, but it felt great to have them treat you equally, slapping a hand on your back and grinning at a job well done. The omega team wouldnt even bat an eye when you were assigned to them, just as welcoming. Truly the best of both worlds, you could be anything you wanted in this systemâ it was like it was built for you to thrive.
Then the taskforce got established, and by a stroke of luck, you got transferred on. âYou always run this early?â A hand lands on your shoulder, and you jump just to meet Sergeant Mactavishâ grin. After completing your demolitions course with flying colours, you soon got assigned under him. His hair is wet, mohawk flat for once, and you can only assume he just washed off. Still, his scent washes over you, easing your momentary shock and you nod, smiling. âYeah, isn't the water too cold this early?â
âItâs alright. Câmon, letâs go meet the others for breakfast.âÂ
You follow him, the faintest happy scent trailing off of you as you do so, and spiking just the miniscule amount when you sit down at the table.
âPlease please give me your bread roll, i love the jam they use for it.â Gaz pleads, clasping his hands together and you can't help but roll your eyes, letting him trade it for his fried egg. âI love you so much-â He mumbles, already taking a bite out of it that Price rolls his eyes as he takes a seat.Â
âAlmost thirty years old...â He mutters and you giggle, eyes moving to where Ghost comes with his tray, sitting next to Price.
âI saw you on the track, you looked tired.â He says, giving you a pointed look, and making your cheeks flush. Oh, right. The night prior youâd been suddenly awaken to help deal with a feral omega, forced to give up hours of sleep to soothe them to submission..Â
âJust didnât get the best sleep. Iâll feel alright after a coffee.â You give him a small shrug, eating more of your food. His eyes linger on you for a moment longer before nodding and carrying on.
 The sergeants were more than happy to include you in all their plans, barely batting an eye when your scent wasn't as strong as theirs or in combat training you couldn't hold as much of an intimidating presence. Nor did the Captain and the Lieutenant care either, always praising the fact you could slip by unnoticed, with no chance of wavering from the other two designations and such.Â
It felt almost like a pack.. and it was perfect. So perfect.
âJohnny, just spill it!â Gaz groans as the Scot dances around the subject for the tenth time that morning, making you all roll your eyes at the breakfast table.Â
âI got an omega!â The whole table falls silent, and then Gaz lets out a low whistle patting him on the back whilst the Captain nods approvingly.Â
âAnd you wont show us a photo?â Ghost chimes in, making Soap stumble to get his phone out, excited as he passes the phone around. A sweet, soft omega. Round cheeks, a bright smile, hanging off his arm like it was the key to her heart. A perfect match to him.
âShe looks perfect with you, good on you, son.â The Captain says, giving him a gruff smile and Gaz snickers at his father-like praise. Then they turn to you, as you sit in shock, fork gently clattering on the plate.
Your jaw hurts from how you physically have to force a wide enough smile, standing up and coming around to congratulate him properly. Itâs even worse when Kyle insists he should show more pictures and so you stand there between them, making fake oooâs and aaahâs in hopes it would hide the slightest change in your scent.
It changes everything.
âSoap, me and Gaz are going to the pub laterââ
âAh⌠cant, omega wants me to watch a movie with her. What about friday?â
âOhâ do you mind if we do some sparring today?â
âUh.. okay, sure. Just gotta finish up this text to my omega. Ye know sheâs getting stronger by the day! Iâve been helping her keep fit, yknow, to stay safe and all.â
âDo you want to go grab lunch?â
âOhâ sure. Feels like i havent seen you in forever.â
You smile wide when he finally agrees to hang out with you againâ after all, itâs not like he was acting like this with Kyle. So you both enter the mess, going to grab your plate.Â
âAhh.. the âmega loves chicken like this, makes hers a bit more seasoned though. Bloody good.â You smile weakly, trying to start your own conversation about work, and the mission youâll be going with him on.Â
âOh ye havent heard yet.â He falls quiet and you tilt your head in confusion, about to place the dish on your tray.
âHavent heard what? Was there a new brief?â
âYou should talk to the Captain.â
Confused, you do stop by his office later that evening, gently tapping on the door with your knuckles and announcing yourself. With a weaker scent, he couldnât tell you apart from the alphaâs across base with their scent blockers on, unlike the rest of the taskforce.
âCome in.â
âSoap said i havent heard something about the mission im going with him on soon? Did something change?â
âAh, right. You dont need to go anymore.â
You blink in surprise, suddenly really confused by all of this and you step forward a bit more, scent souring. Not that heâd pick up on it.
âHeâs a claimed alpha now, thereâs no need for a beta to mediate.â
You stand there, the contents of your stomach in your throat as you process his words. Mediate. You werent there because of skills.. the CO who encouraged you to take a demolition course didn't even think you were good at it either. They just needed a beta to mediate in a field lacking them.
âOh. Right.â
A month passes by of you watching Soap slip away from you, barely talking to you if not about his omega, never joining you on a morning run until youâre sure heâs forgotten about you altogether. At first you had chalked it up to him just being busier with mated life. After all, youâve witnessed the pull of an omega first hand many times, how it makes them change. Though, his relationship with the alphas didn't change in the slightest.
With his protective instincts he was drawn to the alphas more now, always hanging around Gaz and and Ghost when they weren't busy, beelining straight past you unintentionally. You cant really blame him either, no one remembers the betaâs faint scent.
It was Gaz next. One evening you were leaning against him on the couch, unable to hide your despair and luckily heâd been nice enough to let you sit there without explanation. It was nice, you thought that if you had no Soap, at least you had your other best friend. He always made you smile, and he was the reason you even got a slice of attention from Soap these days.
And then it came.Â
It started small, just hanging around Soap more often than not. Really you hadnt thought much of it, but it did feel rough when you sat also on the rec room couch just to watch them fully invested in something you could never join in on. You figured it was about Soapâs omega again, not something you particularly wanted to hear about.
Then it turned into turning down bar nights altogether. They would both cancel, Gaz excusing it with âplansâ whilst Soap was always honest. Sure you had the whole team, but being in the vicinity of four alphas in an alpha only bar was enough of a scent overload to give any beta a headache.Â
Then you saw his lockscreen on accident, just wanted to check the time really. It was unmistakably obvious though, the smiles, calmer than Johnnyâs one, but just as gorgeous and adorable. A real treat for the eyes.
âCongratulations.â You mumbled when he came back to the couch with his can, raising a brow at you.Â
âWhat..?â He knew, of course he did. You knew his lying look.
âGot yourself an omega, when are you gonna tell the others?âÂ
He seems embarrassed, quickly grabbing the phone off of you, cheeks burning. âHow did you see that?!âÂ
The next morning he announces it to the team and you join in with congratulating again, only too aware of the cycle that was soon to repeat. Only, it wasn't too bad with Gaz. You were grateful, so grateful when he still would spend a lunch or two with you, or even just talk to you.
âHey, we going on our usual grocery run this week?â You two were put together on the rota for stocking the rec room and so you both head out, riding shotgun in Gazâs car.Â
You both had a copy of the list, walking around the store together, until you eventually got them all. âOh! Just a second, need to grab some scent stuff.â In the small beta section they allowed, there were really good products to clear out scents from others thatâd stick to betas and linger around. After all, you had a keener sense of smell, so being around the taskforce meant it racked up pretty fast on your clothes and on your room.Â
Kyle was the first you confided in after you suddenly fainted once, at a bar, the scents too much for you to handle. Though you managed to quell it pretty quickly with these. Some you could just spray in your nose and goâ perfect for getting rid of the oncoming dizziness.
âYou know you dont have to get the fanciest things, just get the base ones. Itâs at the back of the store and theyâre expensive.â
You pause, he never questioned this before, not even the first time you had nervously told himâ afraid to be undermined.Â
âThereâs no base ones..â You say with a raised brow, but you cant bring yourself to be too rude to him. Even if his tone was almost sharp, scolding, as if you were being selfish. Right now it feels like youâre reduced to your designations, and thatâs it. Not humans, not friends, not even teammates. Alpha and beta. âThereâs only one brand that ever does it.â
âReally? And what about the cheap scent clearers? The ones you used to use before.â He gives you a firm look, challenging, and you swallow, unsure where this hostility came from.
â..They got pulled off the shelf, Kyle. Thousands of betaâs got chemical burnsâ i couldnt smell properly for a week.âÂ
He pauses for a split second, like heâll acknowledging the truth in your words and his wrongs, then just huffs, turning to scan where the empty checkout is. âFine. Get what you want then, but I'm going to pay. Iâll meet you at the car.â
When you return with the small plastic bag, he puts his hand out for the receipt so it can be handed to you at a price for expenses on the card. âI paid for it myself.â You mutter back, your scent tinging sour and in the close proximity it might be noticeable this time. He pauses, and then puts his hands on the wheel, choosing not to comment further.
âââââââââââ
The sergeants are on a mission, one you were supposed to be on, but now youâve been shoved into another with unclaimed alphaâs who need a bit of extra settling. Or rather someone lesser than them they can secretly believe theyâre higher than. It doesn't feel much different to secondary school now, and you find yourself with less will to argue about it.Â
Thankfully, Lieutenant Ghost is here with you. Heâs always been alrightâ not exactly friendly but not rude either. You were quite intimidated by his rank at first, convinced heâd be strict and unforgiving but heâs content if you get the work done.Â
âHandled that bomb in record time.â He comments beside you on the way back to base. There was another demolitions expert on the team but when news came up that there was another bomb they had not suspected, he immediately put his trust in you to disarm it.Â
âThanks for the chance, Lt.â You smile up at him and he nods, acknowledging your hard work. After all, you really did always put in more than your best. Even so, he cant help but notice you sink as soon as he shifts his attention to someone elsewhere, the conversation falling quiet. Heâd be blind to notice the gap between you and the sergeants, even if you were a beta and them having omegaâs shouldnt even bother you. Him and Price had to regularly reminds them to not walk around in clothes stinking of their partner.
âThe sergeants are back from their mission, could hit the pub tonight. Whole team can comeâ
You feel too bad to decline now, so you just nod. âOkay. Yeah.â
âââââ
The Alpha only pub is bustling and you offer to grab the third round just so you can escape the thick scents building around you. It doesnt help that youâre basically rationing your scent-refresher as of right now.
âOmegaâs doing good.â Soap responds to Priceâs questions.. At least youâll miss this mandatory conversation while you go. The bartender already knows you, greeting you with a welcoming smile as you start your order. Itâs all going on Priceâs card, so you take the opportunity to get a sundae instead of alcohol. He did owe you one after an explosive you caught right by his position. Besides, it was less than a tenner, and youâd savour it for life.
âHeatâs coming up though. Itâs only three days long usually, but should go smoothly. The store almost ran out of supplies too.â Soap sighs loudly, shaking his head and Kyle nods along, also probably having similar issues.Â
Youâre not exactly listening, carefully holding the plate of drinks so you don't accidentally spill it with the countless bodies in this crowd.
âIf they got rid of the beta section, theyâd have more to spend stocking on the omega stuff.â A soldier hanging around elbows Soap, but he doesnt disagree. If anything the buzz of alcohol just makes him want to finally speak his truth now.
âRight? I mean really? Beta period products? Beta scent enhancers? Like those would actually even work to attract an alpha let alone an omega. Those scent refreshers cannot be real either, i mean, youâd think theyâd want to smell us, ya know? Not like they get anything elseâ â
The table goes silent, Gaz obviously kicking Soap in the leg until he looks up and meets eyes with you. The other soldier doesnt bat an eye, raising a brow at you. âOh, your drinks are here. Can you order me two aswell?â
âIâm not a waiterâ You snap back, and the Captain stands quickly, taking the tray from your hands and placing it down on the table.
âThink your team wants you back over there.â He motions for the soldier to go with his eyes, and he quickly leaves. âThanks for grabbing them, iâll get yours. Come, sit.â He turns to you but you freeze, shaking your head, and turning back into the crowd. âIâll get it myself.â
âYou idiot!â Gaz puts his head in his hands at the very obvious tension from Soapâs words.Â
âI didn't know they was there!â He retorts, though also slumps into his seat a little more. âItâs true. What do you want me to say?â
âEnough.â Price sighs, pinching his brow, he shouldâve stopped the sergeants earlier but he hadnt known heâd be stupid enough to say that. Even if it was something that they were all thinking.
They take their drinks from the tray you brought, Gaz and Soap downing theirs immediately as if thatâll get rid of the dread hanging on their head. Price begins to sip his light chatter starting up again until Ghost suddenly speaks up.
âThey still haven't come back.â
Itâs been five whole minutes, and thereâs no sight of you to be seen anywhere.Â
â
Youâre sitting at the back entrance of the pub, empty at this time with the game roaring inside the pub. The alleyway it leads into is dirty, a few football decorations here and there, but mostly just black bin bags spilling out the large bins. There were two guys who had been staring you down for a while, like you were something that needed saving. The second one of them approached and caught your lack of omega scent, they immediately groaned and just turned away.Â
You just stick your spoon back in your sundae, not even lifting your head the entire time, just letting the cold sweetness try and keep you together.
Thereâs a small noise as someone sits down beside you, a rustle of clothing, and then the soft click of a lighter. You turn your head, slightly surprised to find Ghost there instead of a random drunk bloke hoping to score a sweet thing. He meets your eyes but neither of you say anything as you go back to eating your sundae.Â
âShouldâve got the other one.â
âWhat?âÂ
âThe bigger one.â He shrugs, the cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers. âPrice told us to order whatever.â
âThis is the only one that can come in a takeaway cup.â You mumble and he doesn't say anything further, not even when you lick the spoon clean.
âWhy are you here?â You ask, unable to keep silent anymore. Itâs not like he actually came to see how you were, and youâre suddenly glad he didn't come ten minutes earlier when you were on the verge of bawling your eyes out.Â
âSâposed to be a team night.â
âMaybe for the Alphas.â You grumble and he cant help but hum alongside you, not arguing with you on that fact.
âCant stand the smell, can ya? Got the takeaway cup cause you knew youâd need to go regardless.â Of course he figured it out immediately, though youâd think itâs impossible to read you given how some people treat you.
âYou mad iâm not fawning over your scent?â You scoff and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, making sure no chocolate sauce lingersâ especially with how heâs watching you right now.
âJohnny is a stupid drunk, âlright?.â He mutters, a bit of bitterness in his tone that always lingers, but itâs not directly at you. âPriceâll convince you itâs just his instincts and all, looking after the omega.â
You look over at him and give him a deadpan look, the most honest youâve ever been with the man. Usually youâre pretty agreeable, in fact the only time youâve had a conflicts was when they got injured. Turns out youâre the only voice of reason whenever that happened, as the smell of the blood sent the rest of them into a spiral of worry.
And well, after that, he can't really blame you for being like this.
âIâm going.â You mutter, standing up and throwing the plastic cup in the bin before wiping your hands on your jeans.Â
To your surprise, he doesnt hesitate to follow you as you round to the front, heading to the little bus stop. Itâs not the first time youâve left early, but it is the first time someoneâs made sure youâre alright by the end of the night.Â
ââââââââ
Soap only makes a quick apology which youâre forced to just accept,, because what else can you really do? Mess up a whole team because of one thing he said which wasnt that far from the truth?
As predicted, Price did try and tell you it was due to protective instincts, wanting the best for his omega. Right, the same instincts that made him leave you like you were dirt on his shoe.Â
Besides, life was getting busier for you as you now got passed between two teams. Either working with Ghost and Price or a different group of alphas. Passed around like a damn stress toy in your opinion.Â
âSo weâre going to the one in the highstreet?â Gaz and Soap are chatting on the couch, not that youâre listening, just getting your things out the cupboard to make yourself a hot drink.Â
âMy âmega loves it, craves the food there all the time. Sheâs gonna love meeting yours.â
Whatever, it wasnt the first time theyâve discussed plans in front of others. Wouldn't be the last.
âIâll text the Captain and Ghost.â Soap adds, humming as he starts tapping away at his phone, opening their group chat you assume. One that youâre clearly not on, given that they dont invite you.
âYou think heâll even come?âÂ
âHeâs not that antisocial.â
âYeah but heâs only one without an omega dumbass.â
The container you're holding clatters against the table and they both back to stare at you with the exact same wide eyed look youâre giving them. If heâs the only one then Price..
You walk out like nothing happened, even if you can feel the tears start to burn your eyes. It was all going so well, you were all happy togetherâ werent you? So why?
The cycle repeats for the third time. Youâre taken off another team, not deemed useful enough anymore. You congratulate Price when you next see him, and he doesn't say more than a thank you. Somehow it hurts more that he didn't purposefully tell youâ he just forgot, like everyone else did.
You stopped coming by the rec room the last time the sergeants had a movie night without you. The texts between them and you ran dry, and after skipping one breakfast, you just never came back again. Thatâs just how it was now, and they didn't even reach out once. In fact, all of the last messages were from you. An unanswered question, a conversation cut short, or a text that just never even got opened.Â
Except for Ghost. He still spoke to youâ well, as much as heâs known to anyway. A hello in passing, a chat between sets in the gym, maybe when youâre queuing for food. As much as you wanted to take the opening, you just couldnt, too terrified to. After all, it was only a matter of time until Ghost left you aswell. You should know that you should savour every last moment, cling onto it tight, but you just can't. Itâs not like you two were ever the closest anyway.
ââââââ-
Youâve been moved to an omega team this time. Itâs not the first time youâve worked with one, but usually they can balance each other out easier since they aren't as explosive as Alphas. It also means this is a mission you can't slip up on from the months of work theyâve put into this.
They welcome you immediately, and you grasp the ropes of it all fairly quickly, until itâs finally the day. The prisoners are right where you expected them, and just as told, the one in the middle has explosives strapped all over.
They evacuate the rest out whilst you kneel down before the explosives, watching the wires and where they turn and twist intently whilst the person tries their best not to squirm too hard. Even with your best efforts, nothing seems to match what you know but you frown as you notice the wire reaching towards the chair theyâre bound to. Down to the floor.. a weak floorboard. The weight of the chair.. essentially a mine.
One hostage on that chairâ you move her off and everyone dies. What do you even do?Â
âDo not stand up at any point, okay? Iâm going to get you out, but you have to trust me.â Shrugging all the gear off, you cut the straps that locks the person to the chair.
You hand her your gear carefully and step back, just enough to reach the doorway. Thereâs no telling how large this bomb is, but you can assume it cant be enough to seriously damage the ship youâre on.Â
âOkay, you need to shuffle forward just slightly and place the gear behind you, okay? Then, when youâre ready, cover your head with your hands and run towards me.â The woman trembles, doing as you told and the weight of the gear seems to be a good enough trade off for the mine to not set off.Â
After that, she bolts, and you pull her through the doorway and as far away as possible, shielding her as the shockwaves rattles through the ship.
âââââââ
Ghost hadnt expected to see his phone buzz at this time, by the infirmary no less. But when they relayed what happened, he had made his way there immediately. You had just come out of surgery, a high enough dose of anaesthesia in you that you just werent acting right. He intended to wait outside until you stabilised, that is until the nurse rushes out suddenly.
âWould you mind coming in, sir? We need someone to restrain them.â
He steps inside to see you squirming against another nurse, slurring and trying to escape your bed, clearly panicked.Â
âStop that, youâre going to hurt yourself more.â He reaches for your flailing wrists, forcing the nurses out the way as they stand at the back and watch you get manhandled by the alpha.Â
Something in his gut feels uncomfortable with the stains of red across the bandages across your body, burns peeking out of some. So he carefully restrains your wrists against each other, holding them firmly.
âL-lieutenant?â You stammer out, dazed eyes searching for him intently until you manage to focus on his mask. Finally you stop freaking out for a moment. He turns but the nurses are already gone, probably called to another patientâ the operation you were on had quite a few injuries for different reasons.
âYeah, itâs me. Yâjust came out of surgery, youâre okay now, alright?â He carefully lets go of your hands, helping you reposition yourself after you had tried to squirm off the bed. âIâll grab the nurse, then we can see when we can get yâoutta here.â
The nurse?
You blink at him, looking around at your surroundings, the sterile smell of the place attacking your nose. Simon was an alpha.. and the nurses, well specifically in this wing.. your eyes glance to the sign outside the door, the familiar writing.
âNo- no you cant!â You barely manage to grasp his arm as he pulls away and he looks at you in confusion. The beeping in the room starts getting even louder than before, almost incessant and you feel like your chest is going to explode.
âYour heart rate is rising, sarge. You need helpââ
âLieutenantâ no, please-â You whine pathetically as he pulls away from you, leaving him stunned until he reluctantly steps closer again before you throw yourself entirely out of the bed to reach him.
âI wont let âem hurt you, promise.â He can only assume you must be scared of needles or something, a fear of medical care surely. He never knew that about you, and it spikes something in his chest, a cog in his head. The fear radiating off of you is palpable, and he can smell the faintest change of your scent in the air.Â
âNo- no! The nurseâ sheâs an o-omega, you cantââ You choke out, head getting dizzy from all the sudden movement as you desperately clutch his sleeve. It forces him to stay right there, not the grip on his sleeve but the desperation in your eyes.
âSargeâ iâm not gonna act like a wimp in rut from talking to an omega.â He huffs but he knows youâre out of it. It must be the anaesthetic getting to your head, making you say all these silly things.
âYouâre going to leave me- youâre going toââ A sob escapes you as grip loosens on him and he freezes, watching you curl into yourself. Your forehead gently hits his arm, tears wetting his sleeve.
âIâm right here.â He says, voice quieter and it makes him breathe relief when the beeping settles down to a steadier rate, even if it is still high and you look even worse like thisâ so lost and terrified.
âYou are..â You sniffle, pressing your nose further against his arm. ât-the omega nurse- she- sheâll come and youâll leave with her. Youâll leave me- a-and never speak to me again, please- lieutenant please.â Your hands tighten and he swallows sharply, letting your words sink in.
It was never about envy, not even the way you stared at them whenever they spoke about omegas. It was pure fear. And this feeling in his chest, it was tightening with each soft sniffle from you, instincts flaring. Heâs never felt like this in his life, infact he was convinced he never would. But he just cant stand the sight of you like thisâ the bloodstained clothes, the fear in every small movement, your vulnerability.Â
He steps forward without thinking about it, his free arm gently prying you off of him until you fall back against the pillows. âNot leaving you for some random omega, you silly beta.â He scolds, picking you up off the bed until your head rests on his shoulder, sniffling into his shirt.
âGonna take you where you belong. Gotta tell me if i hurt you, though.â Warmth spreads through him now that he has you against him like this. It clicks something in his brain he didn't know was waiting for a stimulant.
All that leaves your lips are the sobs that keep coming, staining his shirt, but finally settling now the dizziness has settled. âDont go.. donât, please, you cant..âÂ
Youâre right, he cant keep you around these omegas and all of this. No, he needs you to be healing properly around things you likeâ you want. He needs to look after his beta.
He grabs your duffel off the chair where itâs left, checking the corridor twice before marching through the quiet corridors towards the barracks.Â
(You're Homelander's Daughter who has a not so perfect power. Your father wants you to be perfect but you're just a four year old girl)
You were wandering around the hallways of Vought. Your father, Homelander had told you to wait somewhere for him but you had forgotten what he said. After all you were only four years old. You saw your brother Ryan and he rushed forward. 'Hey, sis. Why are you alone?' he asked. He picked you up and you looked at him.
'Dad said to meet him somewhere but I forgot,' you whispered.
'Where's Miss Lisa?'
'I think she's sleeping. She was on the floor and wouldn't wake up. Mister promises he didn't do anything,' you said. Ryan sighed and knew your little friend had killed yet another baby sitter. Your power was odd and definitely different. You had the ability to form sentient entities from your imagination. Most people would think a four year old would make a unicorn to run around with, but no. You decided to create a sentient shadowy tree like monster named Mister who was blood thirsty. (based on my imaginary friend as a kid)
'Oh god... Okay, I'll get someone to check on her, okay? Let's go wait in the meeting room,' he said. He carried you to the meeting room and sat you down on the couch. 'Um... Stay here and I'll go check in Miss Lisa, okay? Stay here,' he said and made sure you nodded before he left. You stood up and wandered around the meeting room. The doors opened and you saw Queen Maeve and Starlight entering. Maeve didn't smile like usual but Annie's face lit up when she saw you.
'Hey, Y/N. How are you this morning, sweetie?' she asked. You giggled and ran over to her and reached up.
'Up!' you said. She chuckled and picked you up in her arms.
'Kill anymore of your baby sitters, kid?' Maeve asked as she looked at you.
'I think I did...' you mumbled.
'What do you mean?' Starlight asked. You looked at her with guilt in your eyes.
'Mister came out again and I think he killed Miss Lisa,' you whispered.
'But no consequences because you're daddy's little girl, huh?' Maeve said as Starlight shot her a glare.
'Maeve, that's enough.'
'What? It's true. She gets to just murder people like her father and she gets so punishments,' she said. You looked at her with guilt in your eyes.
'I've tried to get Mister to stop...'
'Don't listen to her, Y/N. It's just...complicated, okay?' Starlight said. You nodded a little and glanced at Maeve again.
'He wouldn't hurt you,' you whispered.
'He wouldn't stand a chance, sweetie,' she said before the doors opened. You looked up to see your father entering with the deep beside him. Starlight put you down and you looked at your father.
'Hi, father,' you mumbled nervously. He smiled and picked you up. You didn't like your father very much, he was unpredictable and only ever acted loving around other people or cameras.
While your father was talking to the others you sat beside Black Noir. While he was listening he slowly slipped his notepad and pen to you. You giggled and started to scribble in the notepad to keep yourself busy.
Finally Homelander was finished and you waited on the couch while Ryan told him what happened to your baby sitter. Homelander walked over to you once everyone was gone. 'Sweetheart, we talk about letting your little friend out,' he said. You sat up and looked at him with guilt in your eyes.
'I'm sorry, daddy... He was just trying to protect me,' you said with a pout.
'Y/N, this is the fourth baby sitter your little friend has killed! You need the cuff on,' he said. You looked at him in shock and shook your head.
'No! Please daddy, I'll talk to him!' you shouted.
'No, last time was the last straw. You get the cuff until we figure out how to control this damned power,' he said before he stormed out of the meeting room. 'Ryan, bring her to the lab!' he shouted before the doors closed. You looked at Ryan and Mister began to form behind you. He stepped back as you glared at him.
'Y/N... You need to calm down, okay?' he said. You turned around and looked at the monster.
'You can't hurt Ryan. I think...you have to go away for a bit. Father is angry at us,' you whispered. The monster seemed to soften and kneeled down so it wasn't touching the ceiling any longer. 'I don't want to be alone...'
'Not alone,' it said in a low rumble as it placed it's hand on your chest. Ryan looked at it and cautiously stepped forward.
'Why have you been killing the baby sitters?' he asked.
'They were not suitable to take care of her,' it said.
'That's not your decision to make. Unless they were trying to hurt her you had no right,' Ryan said as the monster seemed to pout.
'I am sorry,' it rumbled.
'It's okay, Mister... It won't be for forever, okay?' you said with tears in your eyes.
'Won't let you ever get hurt,' he said before he slowly disappeared. You looked back at Ryan with a sad look.
'We can go now.'
You made it to the lab and held onto Ryan's hand as the scientist equipped your left hand with a power dampening cuff. You cried softly and hugged Ryan once it was done. He sighed and hugged you back tightly. 'It won't be forever, you'll see him again.'
'Oh, come on sweetie. You know daddy doesn't like when you cry,' you heard your father say. You looked up and wiped your eyes.
'Sorry daddy...'
'Apology accepted, my darling girl. Isn't this so much better? Now you just focus on being my good little girl. No monsters, just you,' he said as he pinched your cheek. You groaned a little and rolled your eyes before he gripped your face. 'No attitude either.'
'Sorry...' you mumbled before he smiled again. He leaned in and kissed your forehead.
'How can I stay mad at that beautiful face. Don't forget we have that little daddy daughter photoshoot this afternoon... Hmm, we'll have to thing of a way to hide that cuff. Maybe some frilly sleeves,' he muttered. You tried your hardest to not roll your eyes again before he suddenly left without saying anything.
'He's stupid,' you mumbled. Ryan laughed softly and picked you up again.
'I have to agree with you there... Just don't tell him I said that.'
--
You were sitting next to Ryan while the assistants got you ready for the photoshoot, he could see you were getting annoyed. Especially because of the ridiculous frilly dress you had to wear. The assistants left and you groaned and fiddled with the dress.
'You look...nice,' Ryan muttered.
'I look stupid,' you said. He chuckled softly but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
'I'm sorry you have to do all of this, sis.'
'It's okay... I'm glad you're here,' you whispered. He smiled and gave you a side hug as you giggled softly. Your father came over and Ryan sat a little closer to you.
'Aww, look at that. All dressed up,' he said. You nodded but decided to keep the talking and eye rolls to a minimum. 'Come on, cheer up sweetie. Let's go,' he said as he reached down and picked you up. Ryan made sure to stay close to keep an eye on you, he could see how uncomfortable you were being treated like a doll.
He stayed and watched as his father forced you to look happy for the cameras. By hour three Ryan could see how annoyed you were getting and how close you were to snapping. He stepped in and kneeled by you. 'Hey, you okay?'
'I'm tired,' you grumbled with a pout.
'I know, I think it's time for a nap...' he said.
'Come on, Y/N! Just a few more,' Homelander shouted.
'Father, she's exhausted. I think she needs to rest.'
'She can do a few more,' he replied. You suddenly screamed and started stomping your feet and trying to rip your dress off. Your father grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder to drag you away. Ryan rushed after toy and slipped into the dressing room as your father threw you onto the couch.
'I hate you!' you screamed before he grabbed you by your shoulders.
'Enough! You think this is hard? Huh! You think dressing up and taking pictures is hard? Try being in a lab at your age! You're so ungrateful!' he screamed back as you sobbed. Ryan ran forward and grabbed you away. You sobbed and held onto Ryan tightly.
'Father, stop. Please, she's just a child. She's exhausted,' he said as he cradled you.
'I don't care if she's tired! She has a duty!' he shouted. You blocked your ears and cried.
'She is a four year old! Her duty is to watch cartoons and throw up!' he retorted. You tried to get the cuff off your wrist and Ryan could see you were hurting yourself. 'Sis, stop please. You're going to hurt yourself,' he said. You looked at him helplessly as you cried.
'I wanna go home,' you said. Ryan looked at you and wiped away your tears.
'Okay, let's go home,' he said. Honelander stood in front of him when he tried to leave. 'Move, father.'
Homelander glared at your both and his eyes began to glow as you held onto Ryan even tighter. 'She's staying with me.'
'She is a child, not a doll. Let her rest,' Ryan said. He wasn't afraid of his father. Especially if it meant protecting you.
'Daddy, please... I'm tired and you're scaring me,' you whispered as your lip quivered. He sighed and his eyes returned to normal. He reached forward and took you from Ryan's arms and you looked at him in fear.
'I don't want to scare you, baby girl. These photoshoots get people on my side. Do you want people to hate daddy, is that what you want, sweetheart? Why are you being so mean?' he said in a soft voice. You looked at him with tears in your eyes as Ryan glared at him.
'I'm not being mean, daddy...'
'Yes you are, baby. You're throwing a tantrum and stopping people from liking me. That's not nice, darling,' he said as your lip quivered again.
'Y/N, don't listen to...'
'Why don't you just do a few more photos with me and I'll forgive you?' Homelander said. You nodded and wiped your eyes.
'Okay...' you whispered. He smiled victoriously before carrying you back outside to get the assistants to clean up your face.
Finally you were finished and Ryan carried you back to the penthouse while Homelander continued to photoshoot. You were fast asleep in his arms and he laid you down in your bed. He tucked you in as you began to wake up. 'I want Mister...'
'He's still here, he's just in your head now,' Ryan whispered. You looked at him and let out a big yawn. He smiled and gently played with your hair. 'Go to sleep, sis. I'll stay by your side, okay?'
'Night night,' you mumbled as he made sure you teddy bear was close to you. He gently played with your hair until you fell asleep.
--
When you woke up you were alone. You changed out of the dumb frilly dress before you began to wander around the tower again. You heard some noises in an office as you passed it. You opened the door and looked in to see two men rummaging through files. They stared at you in shock before the older one aimed a gun at you.
'Billy! She's a damn kid, put the gun down,' the other man said. He lowered the gun as you stared at them. The younger man stepped closer and knelt down. 'Hey, sweetheart. Where's your parents?'
'I don't know where daddy is. I'm Y/N,' you said. He nodded and realised who you were.
'Right, Homelander's Daughter... Well, I'm Hughie and that's Billy,' he said as Billy groaned and pulled you both into the office.
'Don't bloody tell her our names!' he cursed as Hughie rolled his eyes.
'She's just a kid... Plus, she's wearing a power dampening cuff,' he said. Billy looked you up and down.
'Your power that dangerous that your father cuffed you?'
'I have the power to make things real and the thing I made real was my imaginary friend. He doesn't understand things much and kept killing my baby sitters,' you said casually as they stared at you in shock.
'That's quite the power... Why did he kill them?' Hughie asked.
'They didn't care about me much, they weren't very good, but he shouldn't have hurt them. Daddy's pretty angry at me right now, I threw a tantrum because I was tired after the photoshoot. Then daddy threatened me and Ryan and...'
'Wait, he bloody threatened you and Ryan? In what way?' Billy asked as he knelt down and looked at you.
'He makes his eyes glow and that's when I know he's angry because I've seen him slice people in half with it. I've seen him kill a lot of people. He always punished me whne Mister kills people, but when daddy kills people it's okay even if they're good people. Why is daddy allowed to kill?' you asked. Billy chuckled and your questions and the fact you showed no fear.
'Cause your daddy is a right cunt, darling. He's a bad man who hurts whoever he wants,' he said.
'He said I'm bad and that I'm mean... Yesterday I didn't want to do the photoshoot but I was so uncomfortable and tired! Then daddy said I'm mean and don't love him because I don't wanna do the photoshoots,' you said as Hughie looked at you sadly.
'Well, darling... Your father isn't a good man and you sure as hell ain't a mean little girl because you get tired. Your daddy has done some very bad things, darling.'
'I know... Like Ryan's Mommy. Ryan told me daddy was really mean to her and daddy also killed my mommy too,' you said. Billy sighed and stood up.
'Fuckin hell. Well, Ryan's mommy was my wife, I loved her very much,' Billy said. He could've melted at the way you looked up at him so innocently.
'Was she pretty?'
'She was beautiful, sweetheart.'
You looked up at Billy and put your arms up. 'Up?'
He chuckled and picked you up in his arms, he didn't know how Homelander could hurt someone so innocent and cute. 'You're just fuckin adorable, aren't ya?'
'Yep!' you said as you played with his jacket. Hughie smiled fondly, he didn't get to see a softer side to Billy very often.
'We have to get going, Billy. We got what we needed,' Hughie said. Billy looked at you and thought for a moment.
'Would your little monster kill me, darling?' he asked. You looked at him and thought for a moment.
'No, I don't think so. Mister likes people like you and Ryan,' you said.
'Like me and Ryan?'
'Yeah, protective and nice. Daddy isn't nice,' you mumbled.
'Hey, you wanna go for a little trip?' he asked with a devilish smirk.
'Billy, we can't take her with us,' Hughie whispered as he stepped forward.
'Why not? She's bloody cute, it'll puss Homelander off and her little power could be very useful.'
'Because she's a child and what we do isn't for a child,' Hughie said.
'And leaving her with her abusive father is?' Billy grumbled.
'This is a bad idea,' Hughie said. You looked at Billy and smiled.
'Can we get ice cream?' you asked.
'How can I say no to that? Come on, your joining the team,' he said as he walked away. Hughie groaned and rubbed his head.
You ever look at art and be like...man this shit kinda sucks. BUT AT LEAST IT'S NOT AI SO I'M GONNA LIKE IT, POST IT, REPOST IT AND SUCK THE ARTIST OFF
jason was completely drained from patrol as usual, so what does he do ?
take it out on you of course, let you fuck the energy back into him while you ride the thick of his cock nice and hard, taking it all the way down to the hilt.
he couldn't be bothered to change let alone take off his mask, pants tugged down to his knees as he laid back on your shared bed.
you couldn't exactly complain about it either, whenever jason wore the mask it did something to you, made you a little rabid for him and him the same for you. he found himself always being a little rougher whenever he wore it, his touch too hard and his words too mean.
no, you weren't fucking jason, you were fucking red hood.
you sat on top of him with his thick cock stuffed all the way inside your pulsing cunt. you were so wet he practically slid in, all perfect and drooly for him, your slick dripping down to his balls. he let his head fall back watching all your pretty bare skin as you began to fuck yourself on him, completely naked while he was still dressed. you began bouncing as hard as you could, he watched his cock disappear and reappear with each movement and lewd squelch.
you took it so well, taking his hard length inside you inch by inch. a sharp hiss escapes his lips and you imagine his eyes closing for a moment, head tilting back against the bed headboard. his hands find your hips quickly and his fingers dug hard into your flesh with the familiar grounding friction of his calloused touch. jason grabs at you hard and forces a faster pace, making you gasp out and grab at the solid of his muscle for balance.
"easy babyâ", his words are low and muffled through his mask.
but you don't want easy. you want it raw, rough and real, feeling the satiating throb deep inside you as you squeeze your sopping cunt around him. jason grunts, a hand reaching for your face roughly, making you stare down at his mask all wide eyed and frozen.
"behave."
you almost cum right there, but you swallow and nod, listening to his word like it's law, then you feel him begin to move. even with his face covered you could feel his gaze intense, tracking your every movement. he takes his time with each filling, hard thrust of his cock his hands flexing on your hips, forcing you steady.
his hand on your jaw stays there, keeping your gaze on his mask, if you look carefully, manage to focus your eyes you can see your reflection, faint and blurred and dyed red.
you see what he sees, your own reflection.
your own face staring back at you, lips parted and mouth held agape with his big hand.
his hips speed up with each upward thrust to meet yours, chasing the friction.
hes forcing you to ride him harder, faster, chasing the building pressure low in your belly. his thumb traces a hot path along your hipbone, his grip tightening possessively. the rhythm between you is relentlessly now, pushing up into you with powerful thrusts that steal your breath and make you cry out softly. you feel the tension coiling tight within him, mirroring the near unbearable tightness building inside you.
even when you feel yourself so close to release your eyes stay focused on the little smudge of your red reflection on his mask, you rode him faster, leaning back as your tits bounced with you.
you hear him groan at the sight.
he's as desperate for release as you now, bobbing you up and down as if you were no heavier than a flesh light, letting out little huffs and grunts. his other hand slides from your jaw down between you two to seek out your pretty clit, resting his thick fingers on your thigh while his thumb comes to stroke at the twitchy nub in tight hot circles making you jump and squeeze around him at the simple action.
âthatâs what you were missingâ"
"pussy's so fuckin' tight around meâ so wetââ
you feel your orgasm getting closer, eyes rolling back as he slots in and out of your lulling body. the sheer size of him causes an ache inside your core that arches your back, clutching and clawing at the skin of his muscled abdomen, he feels you gush around him, all soaked and perfect and moaning and crying for him, melting with every of pull of his cock only to fuck it back in.
you can faintly see your fucked out face in the reflection of his mask and that's what does it. it has you fall forward onto him, laying across his hard body limp, face flushed into the crook of his neck but he persisted through your muffled cries and glossed over eyes.
your glistening wetness dripped down his cock every time he lifted your hips, and the way your mouth hung open, releasing moan after moan, it was driving him wild. fuck he was close, he could feel his balls tighten from the feel of your fucked out cunt as he kept thrusting up into you, balls deep. he felt your pussy twitch and squeeze, poor thing all tired out practically sopping around him with your wet heat.
he managed to ram into you once more, the ridges and veins of his cock rubbing harshly against your velvety walls as your pussy sucked at him greedily. you both held quiet listening to the wet squelches in harmony with the fleshy smacking of his balls relentless against your cunt.
"dirty girlâ"
"letting me fuck you like this with my mask onâ"
"bet you get off on itâ" ,he lets out a lazy half groaned laugh before rearing back his hips for another brutal thrust, this time, he hit you deep, pressing into the cervix, causing your vision to blur momentarily. you were a pathetic mess, eyes watering, spit dribbling from your lips and soaking through his dark shirt while as you whined loudly.
when jason cums you swear you see stars, you feel him paint your walls with thick, creamy release, his cock humping into you weakly with a few more stuttered thrusts.
"my pretty girl", he lets out a lazy huff of laughter as he strokes your face and hair roughly, petting you all sweet like, cooing and coaxing to help you calm down,
"fuckin' patheticâ"
he laughs lazily at your fucked out state, pure bliss behind your eyes and lets his hands squeeze and flex around your ass, feeling how you were still shaky and twitchy from the high, trying to get comfortable over him.
Š rottndeer 2026. please do not repost, copy, translate or use any of my work for ai. i post only on tumblr.
Imagine going on vacation with Price and there's fireworks you didn't know about across from your hotel. Price acts like he's okay, but you can see he flinches everytime the fireworks burst. You drag him into the closet and close to door so it's only you two. You cradle him to your chest and whisper to him. You know he's not great at asking for help when thus happens, but you know he appreciates it.
Imagine going on vacation with Price and there's fireworks you didn't know about across from your hotel. Price acts like he's okay, but you can see he flinches everytime the fireworks burst. You drag him into the closet and close to door so it's only you two. You cradle him to your chest and whisper to him. You know he's not great at asking for help when thus happens, but you know he appreciates it.
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