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Reader's callsign is Puke cause the first time they woke up from a nightmare, they threw up on themselves embarrassingly and they js have a weak stomach. Dont drink much alcohol. (Note this for future stories) Reader is male in this
You know those barracks bunnies? Hot, attractive women who sleep with just about everyone in the dorm. You seem to be the only exception.
Too scared to show your body to a stranger, even as you hear the other men ramble on about what a sweet night they had. Just about everyone in Task Force had an encounter with one except you. Finally, in a drunken haze, Johnny questioned you at the bar through hiccups.
"Ayy.. Pukesiee, why dae niver sleep wi thaim bunnies? Psst.. ye embarrasit, or somethin?" He mused, poking at you while nursing his near empty glass. Before he could order another, Ghost smacked him.
You rolled your eyes. "I'm gay, dumbass."
There was a moment of processing in his eyes before he managed to click the pieces. In his utter stupidity, he then uttered
"Well if ye wantit a suck, ye coud've says sae!" He stood up, pulling you back to the bathrooms. "A swear A'm guid, chost says sae!" He pleas, puffing out his chest proudly. Ghost flushes under his mask as Gaz closes in to question him on the subject out of earshot.
Soap dragged you into the men's bathroom, sinking down to his knees, nuzzling against your crotch.
"Come on, ye can use me, A can tak whatever ye have for me.." He slurred out, unzipping your pants with his teeth, clenching the metal between his upper and lower front. You suddenly squirmed, pushing him back, alarming him.
"Ahh, ye alricht..? A'm sorry, didnae mean ta hurt ye.." He looks so sad, so stupid beneath you. It's turning you on horribly, and he can see the front of your boxers tent up. It confuses him.
"Soap, I can't.. I.."
You get nervous forcing the words out as he repositioned himself, wanting badly to lick at the tap of your pre but not knowing what you wanted.
"Issit tha' ye dinnae want tae have sex? it's fine if ye dinnae, ye know.."
You shook your head immediately, stuttering over your words, stammering out apologies as you fanned your flushed face. Watching you squirm was clearly doing something to him, and it didn't seem you wanted to not do this, so he began suckling at your tip through your boxers.
You couldn't help the higher pitched moan from ringing out, gripping onto his mohawk as you shook your head, panting. You wanted this, you really did, it felt so good having such a strong man worship you stupidly.
He slipped down to suck on your balls before getting confused at your lack. He grabbed your boxers and yanked them down, revealing your twitching tdick, still throbbing and moist with his saliva.
He touched your cunt, trying to find your testicles in his hazy vision, brain fucked up from confusion and alcohol.
"Where.. where are they? Where's yer balls?" He looked so stupid and you couldn't help the giggle despite the forming coil in your stomach.
"I.. I'm trans, Johnny. I don't have any balls.."
He looked up at you, idly nuzzling into your cock so stupid.
"Ye ain't hav' any..?"
"No.. none. I'm.." You gently pulled him off you. "I'm sorry to have disappointed you or offended you. I.. I can't do this with you.." The aching dysphoric coil kept building in your stomach, making you want to run away and hide, maybe find an empty grave and blend in with the skeletons. This handsome man who was willing to get you off is probably disgusted with you, and the only reason he's not trying to kill you for deceiving him and his team is the fact that he's drunk.
As you begin to pull up your pants, he snatches your wrist.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Ye're tellin me ye dinnae want me tae suck yer cock is because ye dinnae feel man enouch?" He questioned you, and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You're honestly surprised he was able to recognize the situation in his drinking.
His hand slipped from you when you nodded, staring at you like you were dumber than he was.
"Ay, thon's juist plain stupid. Ye're stupid!" He pushes you back against the wall, pressing your warm cock against his cheek as he purrs. "Let me suck yer cock, ye oaf.."
He slips his plump lips over the tip of your cock, swirling his tongue around the tip and leaving a small kiss against the tip. His other hand slipped down to play with your pussy, two digits curling to locate your g-spot and placing pressure.
He began bobbing his head slowly, making sure to keep full eye contact with you through his cheeks hollowing and the obscene sounds his throat made re-enacting the role of a fleshlight for you. He purred when you covered your mouth, face flushed bright red as you gave in, rocking your hips back and forth through his mouth.
"Ye're such a guid man, doll. Coud pleasure ye aw day, niver get bored.., e'en if ma jaw hurt.."
As if to stand on the fact, he gripped your hips tightly, forcing his thick digits to scissor out your cunt, overstimulating your poor sensitive brain till you came all over his face.
When you came back out, Johnny looked happier than a chubby kid on his birthday and you could barely stand on a foot. You cuddled in his lap, drooling on his shoulder while he periodically whispered more brain numbing, gender affirming praises.
Thaddeus x Reader
Note:I'm really attached to this little scenario I wrote,I hope you'll like it as much as I do. Unfortunately I think this will be one of the last posts for a while🥲
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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞
The air in the bedroom is soft, carrying the gentle scent of lavander candles blending with the freshly laundered sheets.The light of your lamp illuminates your room as you lie in bed, lost in thought, waiting for your lover to come home.
It's a lie to say that it's easy to be by Thaddeus's side. The harsh truth is that you live with the constant fear of losing him due to his "job." Danger awaits both of you at every corner, but this doesn't stop you from loving him.
Without warning, your door opens , and there he is—the center of your thoughts. A smile spreads across your face as you’re finally reunited.
However, he doesn't seem as cheerful as usual. Without saying a word, he climbs onto the bed, under the covers, and snuggles his face against your chest. For a few minutes, you don't say anything, simply caressing his back softly as the silence envelops you.
Thaddeus’s mind races, the chaos and blood he's spilled threatening to swallow him whole. A part of him tells him that he doesn't deserve this softness, that it's foolish to want something as fragile as peace.
Could he really ask for peace?
Could he trust that is okay to feel safe?
These questions gnaw at him.
Yet, another part of him clings to the warmth of your embrace, as though it's the only thing keeping him tethered to something real.
"What's wrong?" you ask quietly.
Thaddeus murmurs something you can't quite make out before lifting his chin. "I'm exhausted..." he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He pauses for a moment before continuing, "I'm tired of constantly fighting to hold onto my power."
His hand hovers near your arm for a moment before he finally lets it rest, his fingers gently brushing your skin, as if testing whether he can allow himself this kind of closeness without it breaking him.
"You know... you're the only thing that comforts me. I feel safe when I'm with you, little bunny."
Thaddeus gazes into your eyes, a glimmer of affection reflecting in his own. Slowly, he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers,
"You have no idea how much I crave your comfort, how it's the only thing that can soothe the chaos within me..."
Your heart races with affection, butterflies in your stomach. It's really rare to see Thaddeus this vulnerable, especially now that he is sharing his emotions with you. Letting people into his heart has always been difficult for him, not to mention expressing his feelings... that's why you treasure these rare moments.
As you hold him, his fingers tighten on the fabric of your shirt, as if afraid that if he lets go, the fragile peace between you will break, just like everything else always has.
Thaddeus looks up once more, his eyes wandering around as if trying to find the right words. "Little bunny... can you promise me something?"
You raise your eyebrows in surprise, nodding your head. "Yes... of course," you answer, waiting for his request.
His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He never learned how to trust promises; he's calculating and cold, just as he expects others to betray him, to leave him. Like everyone always has.
But with you, it was different. He wanted to be loved, to be cared for, to believe in this sweet lie.
He's deeply devoted to you. He can't bear the thought of you leaving his side.
"Don't leave me. Ever. Please."
He whispers, as if pronouncing forbidden words, a secret meant to be kept between the two of you. Thaddeus looks at you with pleading eyes, a soft blush tinting his face.
Unexpectedly, a tear slips down Thaddeus's cheek. Your heart tightens. You can see how meaningful this promise is to him, the weight of his fears, how fragile he feels in this moment.
You gently cup his face, your thumb wiping away a tear. "I won't leave you, Thaddeus. Not ever."
Thaddeus buries his face in the nape of your neck. "Don't cry, Thaddeus. I'm not letting you go," you reassure him. "I love you too much to leave you." Your voice, sweet and calming, soothes
Thaddeus, his muscles relaxing as you play with his hair, hugging him close to your chest.
Little by little, Thaddeus feels his mind free of any negative thoughts as you whisper sweet nothings to him.
"Sleep peacefully. I’ll be right here when you wake."your fingers gently tracing his features admiring his profile.
You can feel his breath slowly becoming heavy—he is slowly falling asleep.
You press a soft kiss to his forehead, whispering, "Sleep well, pretty boy,"And with that, you too surrender to the quiet embrace of sleep, the promise of your unconditional love holding you both in the stillness of the night.
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Me: I love playing dress up games!!!!
The mass population: That's fucking Trevor Philips from GTA5
Me: :]
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Being balls deep in someone would fix me right now. Feeling their cock twitch in my hand as I thrust, feeling their breath on my neck as I left them up, feeling their body writhe as they get close.
Yeah, that would be heaven right now.