Hello! This is the writer's blog for @kruegerismymalewife!
I write for the following fandoms:
Red Vs Blue, Transformers, CoD (MW and Ghosts), ULTRAKILL, Doom, Pressure (Imaginary Friend, P.AI.nter, Sebastian, Bouncer), TF2, Deltarune (Mainly Tenna), also The Knocker, Obsessed, and Man from the Shadows Minecraft mods
I know I'm in a lot of fandoms 😮💨
Boundaries:
MDNI, I write porn
Proshippers, pedophiles, etc. No children involved in anything over here unless it's STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!
Zoophiles
Homophobes/transphobes, I will not tolerate hate
ABSOLUTELY NO: Noncon, any bodily fluids other than spit, blood, and cum, food play, age play, if you have questions about any kinks other than these please don't hesitate to ask
More about me:
I'm Stormi. My pronouns are they/he/it.
Anytime I post fully written fics it'll be tagged as #wingwrites and any time I post rambles or headcannons it'll be tagged #mothmutters
I write AFAB, gender neutral, and AMAB. If you want to see specific gender representation, let me know!
V2 bloodplay that I said I would write on my objectum blog but never did (I have too many fucking blogs help)
Warnings: V2 with he/him pronouns and a dick, machine/robot reader, a little bit on the rougher side of what I usually write, no description of genitalia, squirting but blood?? idk I thought it would be hot in context
V2 tries his best to absorb the blood from your leaking plating. He reaches down where most of it is steadily dripping from and wipes it on his lens with two fingers.
V1 had nearly shot some of your plates clean off during your encounter with him, others were heavily damaged along with the tubing system that flowed blood to and from areas.
V2 was seated inside you, wings twitching in glee as you bled onto him. It was almost parasitic, the way he lived off of your injury right now.
Your vision was getting fuzzy through your lens as he was over you, humping into you like a dog in heat. The pace was brutal. If V1 didn't dent your plating with his bullets, V2 would with how hard he was thrusting into you.
You can hear a whirring noise coming from him, probably his fans cooling him from overerexertion. You can hear his hydraulics moving with how hard his slamming into you.
You claw at the ground, pain now in your abdomen along with everywhere else you were shot at.
Most of the time, V2 was gentle with you. You were his companion, you pretty much accompanied him while he wandered around in Hell. You stayed with him, gave him someone to talk to.
Sometimes blood made him go into a frenzy. You're sure if he was on the receiving end, bleeding out onto you, you'd be pounding into him as well.
You start to tremor, something in your systems beeping warnings at you. You were about to overheat or pass out due to lack of blood in your system, or both.
V2 doesn't stop. Not until you're making audible noises and squirming under him. He thrusts into you a few more times, hitting a blood tube wired deep inside you and breaking it open, causing you to squirt blood onto him.
He pulls out as you collapse under him, letting out a satisfied robotic hum. He'd apologize for it later, but hoo boy.
Thinking about Samuel Hayden... Maybe you're his assistant or something, you're working directly beside him.
Convincing him after months of experimental touching and being fingered to oblivion in private to get some sort of additions to his body that can be used for sex.
Fucking into his porthole while jacking him off with the extension he had made a week beforehand, before he jackhammers into you.
You can't walk for like, two weeks because you just got the ever living daylights fucked out of you by a 10 foot robot with an attitude.
Flynn coming back to the Sentinel's... Base? Castle? Whatever it is, wherever they stay. You waiting for him patiently.
This is the first time he's come back in a few days, as the last you heard of him, he was dead. He'd come back to the mortal plane with the help of Novik, and now he was here. With you again.
He had a gaping wound in his side. It was better than being a zombie, you told yourself. As you begin to fix him up, you noticed he was quiet. Not that he wasn't always quiet, but this time his silence held weight to it.
"Is everything alright?" You ask him quietly. He doesn't respond, but his unmasked eyes rest on you, your hands tending to him.
He'd lost Serrat. Another beloved pet, fallen at the hands of the demons. He didn't want to put that weight on you, as he'd just came back from literal death, even if he wasn't entirely dead.
He doesn't ask you to comfort him. Doesn't confide in you. And you don't push. If he wanted to talk, he would, you thought. You were right.
He does, however, spend the night in your quarters. He owed it to you, the comfort of knowing he was safe just as you were. Besides, it had been a few days too long since he'd felt your warmth while sleeping.
Flynn who hasn't had intercourse in so long that when you take your pants off he dives in like a man starved.
Hands and tongue and lips, eyes closed kinda into it. Has you shaking and pleading, and he doesn't stop even then.
He's glued to you, even when you try to push his head back a bit to give him air and give yourself a break.
It's only when you beg him in that high pitched shaky voice that he pulls away, getting the message that you're probably going to pass out if he keeps it up.
He gasping for air, and you're shaking, gripping the sheets like you'll float away if you let go.
"Take your clothes off, baby. Let me help you feel good," you beg. He shakes his head.
He hadn't had this in a looong time, and he wanted it to be thorough. He wanted you to be spent completely out of your mind, wanted your brain to be fuzzy and you unable to form words before he even got undressed.
Tf2? As in all mercs? Cause if so could you write a Scout x Reader where you meet his mom?
YES OH MY GOD YES, and ofc all mercs, they're all hot 😋 also, just a little notice, all fics will be gender neutral unless specified, if you wanted something else, I'm sorry 🥺
You and Jeremey had been dating for a while now. It had started when you joined, and he had found an interest in you. You were a bit different than the rest of the guys on RED.
Not to mention you were his age, unlike the rest of the mercs, who were in their 30s to 40s. Someone he could relate to.
First person to notice your relationship was Spy. He noticed everything, of course he did, his job called for it. He pulled you aside one day and started interrogating you.
You thought it was really weird because why in the world did Spy of all people care if you were dating Jeremy? You were just as oblivious as Scout was when it came to Spy's fatherly habits.
You had managed to get Spy off of your back, finally, and things went decently smooth. Yes, fighting took a bit of time out of your days, and you mainly only had nights to spend with each other, but it was enough, all things considered.
He'd pass by you during battle to give you compliments, hell, he'd even share a medkit with you on the rare occasions he wasn't hogging them all to himself.
It was one night in particular that you lay on his chest, his hand in your hair, both of you sitting in complete silence. Out of nowhere he says, "I want you to meet my Ma..."
You look up from his chest. "Yeah?"
He nods. "She'd like you."
You smile. "I think I'd like her, too."
Weeks pass. The weekend that he had planned to go out to see Ms. Willis was coming up. You were excited. But you were also nervous.
What if you weren't what she wanted her son to be with? What if you weren't good enough to her standard? According to Jeremy, all of his brothers were already married, and some even had kids. What if you didn't meet the demographic?
You both fly out there, with your paycheck, not his, since he doesn't get paid enough, and he can tell the entire plan ride you're nervous just by how fidgety you are.
He swears up and down his Ma is gonna love you, and you so desperately want to believe him.
You finally land, and after renting a car, you pull up to his Ma's address. He walks with you hand in hand up the driveway, before knocking on the door.
Your stomach does backflips, and for a minute you think you're actually going to be sick. But the woman that opens the door greets you with such a large smile, the minute your eyes lay on her your fear seems to dissipate.
She hugs her son, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before turning to you, bright eyes, huge smile, and squeezes you so hard you think your lungs are going to collapse, pressing a big ol' kiss to your cheek as well.
"So this is my boy's favorite person?" She croons, her sweet eyes never leaving your face. "Come in! Get comfortable, I'll start dinner."
You step inside and immediately feel at home. Jeremy sits you on the couch giving you the biggest grin ever. "See? She loves ya."
You look around the house, seeing the multiple family pictures of boys of multiple ages hung on the walls. Her other sons, you assumed. Some have wedding photos, one of which Jeremy is in, dressed in a suit.
"Never took you to be a suit kinda guy, Jer."
He laughs a bit, scratching the back of his neck. "Neither did I."
Once dinner is done, Ms. Willis starts making your plates, setting each one down at the table, then beckoning you both to sit.
You all eat while she and Jeremy tell stories of his childhood. You laugh and share stories of your own.
It was nice. So much nicer than you thought it would be.
It gets later, and she shows you the guest bedroom, which was what used to be Jeremy's room before he moved out to work at RED.
She lets the both of you go, not before giving the both of you kisses on the cheek again, telling you both goodnight.
Morning rolls around and you wake up to breakfast. You both get out of bed, and head downstairs to see Ms. Willis in front of the stove. She was the sweetest damn woman on Earth, her.
She gives you both a grin. "Good morning. You two take a seat, it's almost done."
She was spoiling you at this point.
The day is filled with Jeremy showing you around Boston, all the places he used to hang out as a kid, the school he went to, all of it.
You come back after dark for dinner, and have a family movie night afterwards. Scout falls asleep on his mother's shoulder, and you, on his lap.
The last day of your weekend off, you wake up to breakfast once again. You and Jeremy had walked up to bed in the middle of the night. He was currently still sleeping.
Ms. Willis glances your way, still cooking. "You know he loves you, right?"
You nod. "Yes ma'am. And I love him."
She smiles. "He doesn't love lightly, either."
You look down. "I... I figured that. With how he acts."
She sighs before turning away from the stove. "Please, be gentle with my boy. Don't go breaking his heart."
You meet her eyes. This woman knew how hard it was for her son to have an absent father. He never got the love that he deserved when he was younger, and she just wanted that for him now.
"I won't. I swear."
She smiles just a bit, small tears welling in her eyes. "You take care of him for me, 'kay?"
"O-Of course."
She quickly turns the fire off, plating the last bit of eggs on the pan, before stepping forward. She cups your face in her hands. "I hope you know I welcome you into my family with open arms. You ever need anything, and I mean anything, don't you hesitate to ask."
"Yes ma'am."
She presses a big kiss to your forehead. "Good." She releases you with a smile. "Go wake Jeremy up for me, please."
You nod, running upstairs, warmth swelling in your chest from your talk. You had found a family. A loving one.
Dating Jeremy had to be one of the best things you could've ever done.
It turns the afternoon quicker than any of you wanted it to, and you and Scout pack your things, getting ready to leave for the airport.
Jeremy's hauled the luggage into the trunk, and had come back to say goodbye.
Ms. Willis peppers his face with kisses, giving him a tight squeeze, before giving you an even tighter one. You squeeze back wholeheartedly. You were gonna miss this woman.
You both wave and get into the car. She waves back as you pull out of the driveway.
You and Kick being together, two nerd peas in a nerd pea pod, yapping about anything and everything because you have similar interests.
The rest of the Ghosts sighing and rolling their eyes. Logan muttering "Welcome to yappersville", Keegan wishing he was deaf around the two of you. You two seriously do not shut up.
Merrick having to snap at the both of you like kids in school for not sitting in silence longer than 5 minutes. Holy hell, he's happy for the both of you, but please be quiet already.
Ajax doesn't mind, just shakes his head and says "Don't worry guys, they're just jealous". Keegan staring at the man like "Why would you encourage them".
You had just finished the mission debrief, proudly being able to say that thanks to your hands, the target was K.I.A. After get a bit of praise from almost everyone else in the room, to Konig's annoyance, you were dismissed and given a few days off as reward.
You drag yourself out of the office and to your barracks, ready to sleep for all of eternity, when you hear footsteps behind you. You turn to see Konig trying to catch up to you and you stop for him.
Once he's by your side, you begin walking again. "What's going on?" You ask, expecting him to want something from you.
"Ah... I think you know, mein Engel..."
The tone and glint in his eyes let you know immediately what he was referring to and you sigh. You loved the man, and would be stupid to deny his love.
You grab his arm and tug him to your room, closing the door and locking it behind the two of you. You aren't given much time to even talk, as Konig starts stripping down, tossing his clothes off somewhere.
"Jesus, Konig, have some type of patie-"
You're cut short when he tugs you by your hips into him, tugging your own clothing off, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses after every inch of skin he exposes.
Soon you're both naked, and he unceremoniously tosses you onto the bed, crawling over and caging you under him with his overly massive body.
His eyes rake down your naked body, his hands reaching to prod at your plump breasts. He gives one a gentle squeeze before running his tongue over your hardening nipple.
You let out a breathy gasp, and he latches onto you, leaving purple marks and wet saliva behind. His free hand inches down to your thighs, giving one a light squeeze before ghosting over your dripping cunt.
He chuckles and presses two thick fingers to your clit, not moving just yet. "Wet already, love?" He teases, pressing down into your nub but not giving you the friction you crave.
You let out a whine at his actions. God, he was such an asshole. "Don't tease me..." You look up at him with pleading eyes. A face he could never say no to.
He smirks a bit and finally gives you what you want, rubbing you in fast circular motions that make you whimper and beg for more. He smacks your swollen clit, making you yelp. His fingers move away from your clit and sink deep into your hot cunt.
You let out a small moan from the contact, and he begins pumping his huge fingers in and out of you. He started off at a decently normal pace, before slamming his fingers into your sopping pussy, curling his fingers inside of you to hit that one spot that sends waves of electricity up your spine.
You squeal and beg for him to slow down, just a bit, the heat in your stomach growing. "Konig- I'm so close-" You gasp out, his movements getting rougher.
You grit your teeth and after a few more slams, you squeal and squirt. He pulls out his fingers and clean his soaked hand before shoving his fingers into your mouth to clean the rest off. You oblige, sucking them clean.
He shifts his body over yours, grabbing under one of your thighs and lifting, maneuvering your leg over his shoulder, before positioning himself into your entrance and slowly pushing himself in.
You let out a breathy gasp, his hard length filling you completely. He twitched inside of you, your warmth and tightness bringing him bliss upon entering.
He lets out a groan, gripping your hips for a few test thrusts. "God, you're so tight, leibe..." The small movement sent heat up his body, causing him to crave more of you.
He begins thrusting into you, the small noises coming out of your beautiful mouth convincing him to lose all control.
His grip tightens as he speeds up, throwing his head back a bit. The way your walls tightened around his veiny cock made him melt. He wanted to praise you, tell you how much of a good girl you are, but the amount of pleasure he was feeling wouldn't allow him to form words.
Instead, he speeds up even more, his twitching dick slamming into your spongy cervix at a back-arching pace. He presses the leg draped over him to your stomach, getting a better grip and angle.
He hits that one specific area, the one that forces you to press your palm to your mouth to silence your desperate mewling for him to pound you until you're numb.
He growls and moves your hand away, his lips crashing against yours to silence you instead. He devours your moans, his tongue tangling with yours as his pace does anything but slow down.
He grunts every time the twitching tip of his shaft hits your sensitive cervix, and the octave of your noises rise with every thrust. He slams himself into you, craving more squeals and squeaks, his hand releasing your leg and instead pressing against the bulge showing in your stomach.
The other hand grabs both of your wrists and pins them to the creaking mattress, leaving you completely under his mercy. Your noises and the feeling of your walls squeezing desperately against him tells him your close, and he pulls away from you.
"On your hands and knees. Now." He demands, and you wordlessly obey. He grips your waist, his nails nearly digging into your skin, before pounding into you relentlessly.
He throws his head back, moaning, your tight, wet cunt driving him near insane. The feeling of his hips slapping against yours, your walls tightening around his thick, giant cock, and the sight of your trembling legs, you gripping the sheets under you, whimpering helplessly has him in a state of brain-numbing euphoria.
At this point, he's absolutely pussy-drunk, sloppily thrusting himself into your soaking hole as you cry out in pleasure and release, your liquids coating him completely.
After a few more sloppy thrusts, he grunts and his hot white cum shoots up into your cervix and fills you. He pulls out of you, a string of your liquids still connecting you.
You collapse onto the soft mattress under you and he falls beside you, the mixture of both his and your orgasm dripping down out of you and onto your thighs.
He pulls you into his arms, holding you close as if to shield your beautiful body from the world around you. He shoves his face into your hair and mumbles something in German before looking down at you with pure adoration. "You're such a good girl for me... Taking me so well..."
He places a sweet kiss to your shoulder before snuggling up close to your much smaller body. "I love you, Engel."
You mumble an sleepy "I love you too" in response before pressing your bare back against his firm chest. It doesn't take long before you're both falling asleep, your bodies snug against one another.
Hiii! I'm a Wattpad writer, and this is my first post on here. Go check out my Wattpad btw: @XxStormassxX
But yeah, idk what I'm doing, but enjoy.
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You were on a stealth mission with your boyfriend, Konig, who could never really keep his hands to himself. You were laying on the ground, aiming down a high value target when you feel his massive body lay on top of you.
You nearly cursed him for his actions, his stupidity and touchiness leading to future consequences if he wasn't careful. You didn't feel like getting your ass chewed out today.
Luckily, because of your ghillie suits, you two blended in and none of the surrounding hostiles saw anything. But it was becoming increasingly harder to try and focus with Konig tugging at your pants and successfully pulling them down.
Before you could even react, he had slipped himself inside of you, his hard cock twitching from the warmth of being inside of you. He put a gloved hand to your mouth to quiet you as he slowly began thrust, shoving his face into your neck and whispering German praises to you.
His movements were light, but still sent waves of pleasure up your spine. Maybe he wouldn't have that effect on you if his dick wasn't so huge, but he filled you to the brim and if you two weren't on a high stakes mission, you'd be mewling under him for more.
You turn your attention back to your scope, trying your hardest to focus. Konig didn't stop the roll of his hips at all, nibbling at the soft skin of the back of your neck.
"The faster you shoot him, the faster I can take you back to the trucks and fuck you senseless," he whispers, his teeth running over the outer shell of your ear.
You pull yourself together enough to put all of your attention towards the moving target and not the desperate heat pooling at the pit of your stomach.
You suck in a breath, your finger ghosting the trigger as you wait for the right moment, before pulling it and watching the target's body collapse. The hostile around are almost immediately alerted, and you urge Konig to get moving.
He tugs your pants up along with his, before getting off of you and scooping you up with one arm, beginning to make for the trucks. You protest, wanting to be put down, but are ultimately ignored.
You reach the trucks, the specific one you and Konig took off to the left. You make your way to your designated car, before tossing your rifle into the trunk. Konig follows suit, before hopping into the driver's seat. He waits for you to get in and pulls off.
You two don't talk much for the first half of the drive, before you decide to bring up his little act earlier.
"What the hell was that back there?" You ask him, your eyebrows furrowed.
"Relax, schatz, I was just having a bit of fun," he replies, rolling his eyes under his mask.
"Your stunt could've gotten us both fired. What if I would've missed?"
This earns another eye roll. "But you didn't. You're overreacting. Besides, you act as if you didn't enjoy it."
He smirks a bit at his own remark, glancing in your direction for a moment.
"It's alright, you don't have to admit it. There'll be more later anyways."
You had an issue. And that issue was that you and your commander had some serious sexual tension between the two of you.
It was constant. It was kissing each other until you both couldn't breathe, him tugging your vest and gear off and tossing them somewhere to get to the rest of you after missions.
It was being pushed up against a wall and him telling you to go ahead and be loud so his men can hear that you're his. It was being picked up by the thighs, having to wrap your legs around his waist to keep steady, and being thrown down on the nearest surface.
But, it also was cuddles and kisses and breakfast in bed, fighting who would make dinner for who, being called Mom and Dad by the Shadows, giggling when he presses a kiss to that one specific spot on your neck.
God, he adored you. He couldn't help that his affection came out physically.
I feel like Soap would be the type of man to know that you're feral for him and vibe with it.
Like "Yeah, my girlfriend's basically insane and salivates when seeing me, so what?"
And lord have mercy, his ARMS. He knows when he comes home from a long day at the gym, all sweaty and sore, you're ready to pounce, hands reaching for his huge biceps.
Begging him to choke you out and him just chuckling. He's used to your out of pocket comments at this point.
All of the wreck mes, snap me in halfs, and fuck me until I'm numbs aren't new anymore and he's prepared at this point. Doesn't mean your words don't go straight to his dick.
He's in all honesty just as crazy for you. He wants to make you happy, even if it means causing you to be immobile for the next few days.
Can you blame him, though? You beg for his cock, isn't it your fault you can't walk?
And after long nights when you just want him to touch you, something, anything at all, he lazily slips your shorts off and has his head in between your thighs for an hour and a half.
You grip his hair, moaning sleepily, trying to press his head further into you because you're too exhausted to buck your hips into him.
He sits there, sucking at you, watching your beautiful expressions under his eyelashes until you cum into his mouth and he drinks it up.
He lays down in the bed next to you, cuddling you from behind as he sinks his huge fingers inside of your dripping pussy, peppering kisses to your neck as you whimper.
Two fingers pump in and out of you slowly, curling to hit that one specific spot that causes your back to arch against his chest, a second hand moving down to rub your aching clit.
You grip his wrist, biting your lower lip as the back of your head falls to his chest. He chuckles out, continuing his movements.
"What's the matter, bonnie? Thought you wanted this from me," he purrs into your ear, grinning as you whimper from being close to your climax.
Him encouraging you as you coat his fingers, before he moves them to his lips to clean them off.
"Good girl you are," he mumbles as he tugs you closer to him, shoving his face into your neck. "My special girl."
Keegan definitely being the type of man to record him fucking you numb and sending it to the Ghosts group chat (Minus Elias and Merrick, because I feel like they would see that and fucking perish lmao).
Using one hand to grip onto your hip, the other holding the phone, camera pointed at where your tight cunt squeezes his huge dick. "That's right, make some noise for them. Let them know how good I'm making you feel," he grunts out, thrusting into you at an eye-watering pace.
He'd never share you, but that doesn't mean he's not showing everyone what he can do to you. You're just too pretty to keep to himself.
Okay but what if you and Simon are like, trauma twinsies. As someone who has suffered from child abuse myself, I feel like you'd be really good friends with Simon many many years before you actually started dating, because you're both so emotionally confused and inexperienced you can't tell if it's romantic or friendly feelings.
And then Soap gets in the picture and you're both confused all over again. Is this warm feeling in my chest relief of having another welcoming and supportive person, or attraction? Is this happiness or excitement? Maybe I just like him as much as Simon before we got together?
And when that somewhat familiar pang of worry runs through you, the same you felt for Simon, when Johnny nearly dies in a mission, you realize you're gaining feelings.
Feeling horrible and not knowing you can have a poly relationship, you run to Simon, confessing your feelings about Johnny. But to your surprise, he says he thinks he likes him too. Which is odd for both of you, since neither of you were planning on finding anyone, much less two people.
And then, boom, somehow you have two boyfriends now, and Price and Gaz give the three of you glances like "I don't know if I should be happy or concerned" lmao
Nikto having the utmost annoyance at your presence.
You having this weird itch to stick by him. Something in you screamed that he needed company. Maybe he was lonely. Maybe you were too...
So when you're too distracted with your stress filled thoughts, accidentally running head first into his chest in the hallway, he doesn't curse or yell at you like he would others.
He eyes you down for a moment before scoffing and walking off. Your gaze follows him for a moment before you shake your head as if to clear it, and continue walking the way you were originally.
That night, he sits on his bed. Images of you flash through his mind.
Why couldn't he get rid of you? What was so special about you that his mind had a hold on the memory of you, specifically you? You were annoying, sickeningly happy. He couldn't stand your type.
It confused him. He never felt like this towards anyone. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe his torture was finally getting to him, and masking his insanity wasn't working anymore.
You, however, thought he was pretty nice. Probably just traumatized. Probably needed to get comfortable first. You could wait, if it meant your reward was a friend... Or more.
Needless to say, he liked you. He was just too emotionally incompetent to understand that yet.
God, you despised that man. And, oh, how he despised you.
But, oh, how you made each other feel. Because you were both dangerously attracted to each other, and it pissed both of you off.
So you resorted to the only thing that could satisfy both of you while giving you as much leverage to hate each other's guts. Hate-fucking.
It was the middle of the night, and you had snuck into Nikto's room just for that reason. Your body craved his roughness, his touch, the sound of his voice cursing your name with both annoyance and pleasure.
He had gotten you on your hands and knees, gripping your hips tightly as he pounded into you, moaning out a string of Russian curses. You bite your lower lip, trying to stay quiet. He roughly presses your head into the pillows, putting his weight on you to get a better angle.
"Let us hear you, damnit."
You grit your teeth, pain and pleasure coursing through your body. "Fucking make me-"
He grabs a fistfull of your hair and tugs hard, causing you to gasp in pain.
"Watch your mouth." He growls.
Despite the unmistakable agitation in his voice, it was laced with a moan. He gives your ass a rough smack, making you whimper.
Muttering something else in Russian, whether it was praise or an insult, you didn't know. He picks up speed just a bit, leaving you gasping. You grip the sheets under you, your thighs trembling.
You could barely keep yourself up, but there was no use voicing this. Nikto was too busy using you as a fleshlight, ramming his hard length into your overworked cunt.
After a few more minutes of being slammed into, you're begging to cum. And once he gives you permission, you release, your liquids coating his dick. He thrusts himself in a few mores times before pushing himself as deep as he can and cumming.
It takes a minute before you both calm down, and he pulls out of you, laying down and tugging you into his arms. Too tired to even object, you accept the affection he's giving you.
After a long moment, he sighs, getting comfortable and tugging the blankets over the both of you.
"You're staying here... With us..." He mumbles out, exhaustion evident in his voice. You hum in agreement, closing your eyes.
Tugging you a bit closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly to make sure you don't get the idea of leaving, he closes his eyes too.
Before you know it, you're both asleep, pressed against each other as if the other would disappear if not.
Needless to say, you didn't hate each other. Maybe you just hated the thought of admitting that.
Being eaten out while his tentacles slide inside of you, wriggling all over your thighs and your clit, his dark eyes looking up at you through his eyelashes.
Whimpering because you're overstimulated but want more at the same time, gripping the top of his head, tugging on his hair.
And when you cum, he makes sure to get every last drop, his tentacles dripping a bit when they pull out of you.
Graves being the type of guy who is completely brain dead when it comes to anything but commanding troops and handling a gun.
Meeting you, who's smarter than most of his boys, working some job that requires the brains you have but that doesn't require you to be there constantly.
Going on a mission for the first time with him because your specific skills are needed. You're rambling on and on about something STEM related, the two of his men you're talking to not understanding a word, and honestly neither is he, but damn, does he love a woman who knows what she's talking about.
Taking you on a date for the first time and you try to explain to him concepts you find interest in, and he's fine with that, except they're complicated and difficult to understand for his puny himbo brain.
So instead he looks at you with adoring eyes, not really listening anymore but watching you get so happy over something you want to teach him is cute to him, so it's okay.
