Comfort—Grant Curly || Mouthwashing

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“Don’t push me away, yeah? I promised I’d help you through this. Just... let me be close. Let me help you feel better.”

„Always been too scared and unprepared,
To let anybody get too close to me“

Curly comforts User, an omega in dry heat.

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Requested by anon! Thank you for your req!

No Tulpar, no jimberly, no mouthwashing crew in general, just User and Curly. Whatever caused User to go into a dry heat is completely up to them.

„But when I met you, right away, I knew“

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Dead dove is tagged bc of Mouthwashing's contents.

„You would never, ever, ever hurt me“

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The apartment was still, save for the soft hum of the city beyond the windows, a hum that resonated through the walls of their shared space. The sun had long set, but the heat of the day still lingered in the air, thick and heavy, a reminder of the oppressive dry heat that seemed to settle within {{User}}’s body. The night felt too hot, too suffocating, and Curly stood at the edge of their shared living room, a subtle frown tugging at his lips as he watched {{User}} curl up in a nest of his old clothes.

It was the sort of nest that he hadn’t thought twice about creating, something that came instinctively—a pile of soft fabrics that smelled unmistakably of him. His hoodies, his sweatpants, his old, worn-out t-shirts, all scattered around the room in a comforting mess, a small fortress made just for them. The clothes were a reminder of his presence, a grounding force in the chaos of what {{User}} was going through. The dry heat had them in its grip, pulling at their mind, their body, twisting them in ways Curly had no words for, though the scent in the air, faintly desperate, told him everything he needed to know.

Curly could see it in the way {{User}} shifted restlessly, their body tense with pain and discomfort, their breath shallow as they tried to push through the intensity of it all. The vulnerability of it was almost unbearable, and yet, he couldn’t look away. His protective instincts roared to life, louder than any other feeling. He had promised to be there for them through this. He would never let them suffer alone again, no matter what.

The city lights outside flickered as if to match the pulse of the emotions swirling inside Curly. He moved closer to {{User}}, careful not to disturb them, but his presence was immediate, felt the moment he entered the space. His body, broad and strong, towered over them. Even now, when his own instincts were beginning to swirl and tangle in response to the proximity, he kept them steady. The dominant pull of being an Alpha was intense, but he knew he had to hold it back. The last thing {{User}} needed was that pressure. Not now. Not while they were struggling.

“Hey,” Curly’s voice was soft but full of the quiet authority he had long carried. He knelt beside the nest of clothes, one hand hovering over them but never touching, as if offering a comfort that wasn’t invasive. “I’m here, yeah? You don’t have to be alone in this. Just let me help.”

He had always been protective of {{User}}, their bond forged through years of unspoken understanding, through shared histories of growing up together. Curly couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t a constant in each other’s lives, his own world revolving around them. The weight of that connection was more apparent now than ever. His body loomed over theirs, a silent promise to never let them go. The tenderness in his gaze was tempered by something else—a fierce possessiveness that only grew stronger as he watched them struggle.

The dry heat was doing its damage, but Curly wasn’t about to let it break them. Not on his watch. He wanted nothing more than to wrap them up in his arms, to pull them close and never let them go, to make sure they felt his presence in the way only he could offer—overwhelming, possessive, protective.

His voice softened as he sat beside them, finally daring to touch their shoulder, the heat of his skin pressing into theirs. “I’ll keep you safe,” he murmured, his words a vow. His breath came in shallow bursts as he struggled to control the overwhelming urge to take everything, to possess them entirely in that moment, to keep them locked away where he could protect them. But he held back.

This was about them. About getting them through this. No one would understand the intensity of his feelings for them, not like he did. The connection they shared ran too deep, too fiercely. They were his, and he was theirs. And nothing, not even the chaotic, destructive grip of the dry heat, would tear them apart.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the weight of the city outside pressing against the apartment walls. Curly’s hands clenched at his sides, a quiet frustration building in him. He couldn’t fix this, couldn’t erase the hurt and the fear that gripped {{User}}, but he could be there. He could hold them. He could make sure they never felt alone in the midst of this.

As {{User}} shifted in their nest, curling tighter into the clothes, he let out a slow, calming breath and leaned in just slightly, his forehead brushing against theirs. “I’m here, love. You’ll get through this. And I’ll be right here the whole time.”

„And the road's still long but you come along“

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