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fairy-hub · 9 months

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“𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pussy-drunk/cockdrunk, riding, squirting, oral, overstimulation, light pain kink cause you're too tight, mirror sex, mating press, full nelson, doggy, lotus, holding you in the air, overstimulation, praise, begging, cumming inside you, mind break, daddy/mama/princess/sweetheart/beautiful etc..., some hair pulling

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: geto, gojo, choso and toji (separate) “it’s too tight”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

You’re bent over the bathroom counter. Holding you off the ground by your hip. His thick, rough fingers dig into your hip's squishy crease. "Fuck Mama, you're so damn good. Can't enough of your tight sloppy cunt." He tightens his grasp on your hair, yanking your head back to make you look into the mirror.

Roughly pulling by your hip to meet Toji’s harsh, quick thrusts from behind. His fat balls slapping your clit. Mewling, “DADDY! RIGHT THERE! PLEASE!” Your eyes roll back, jaw-dropping into a perfect o with a loud moan. Reaching back, he lets your hair go, grabbing your wrist, trusting it behind your back. You're a toy for him to get off.

Clenching Toji's cock, you can feel the soft texture of his skin, the hardness of his cock, and every pulsing vein better than before. Toji tosses his head back, yanking you up by your hair to his broad chest. Lowering his leg from the counter, slamming you down on this thick cock to make you meet his thrust.

Toji groans, "You're too tight mama, you trying to milk my cock sweetheart? Trying to make me cum inside your beautiful, hot tight pussy." He groans, bouncing you faster on his cock. "If you keep squeezing my cock like that I won't be able to pull out." Curling your toes when the harsh force of the thrust makes your mind go blank from the intense pleasure.

Wrapping your arm around his neck, he grabs the back of your knees. Spreading your legs your soaking cunt looks so good taking Toji's pale, veiny cock. Begging Toji, “Stuff me full! Please Daddy, wanna feel your cock throb as you cum inside me. Want your warm, thick cum fucked deep into me!” Tilting your head back Toji leans down to give you a rough, sloppy short kiss.

Breaking the kiss, looking in the mirror. “Your sloppy cunt looks so good taking my cock mama. Such a beautiful clit, soft lips, and you’re so wet, dripping down my balls. Nnn mama I can’t get enough of you.” His praise goes straight to your sensitive, quivering cunt.

You can’t take your eyes off the sweet drunken look of pleasure on his handsome face. He groans, “You’re too tight mama, you feel so fuckin goooood. Need my cum that badly princess?”

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

Laying down on Choso's hard, broad muscular chest. He's holding your legs apart by the back of your knees. Rutting his hips up, gliding his fat, veiny cock into your soaking cunt. Keeping his feet planted on your bed to help him keep a steady but quick pace.

His fat veiny cock spitting you open in such a position feels overwhelmingly pleasurable. "Daddy please, don't stop!" Mewling, begging for more despite your cunt squirting on his cock. Thick clear cum spraying onto your bed, drenching his balls you intend to drain of every last drop of cum.

You have long since given up thinking, too enraptured by the way his heavy cock feels inside of you. Evert stroke rubbing your g-spot making your toes curl. Choso grunts, "Princess you're too tight, I don't wanna stop. Nnng so fuckin' tight, wet, can't get enough." Rolling over, stuffing your face into your pillow, lifting your hips in the air.

Roughly fucking his cock into you, spreading your lips apart to watch your tight hole take his cock. "You're so beautiful my love. Your little cunt is going to make me cum quicker than I want to. When I want to take my time enjoying your squelching, tight cunt." He grabs your wrist, pinning them behind your back.

Pulling you back to meet his thrusts, lifting your face out of the pillow. "Please cum please please cum!" Your cunt is spasming around his cock from another rapidly building peak even though you just squirted on his cock.

Choso's thick, veiny cock, smooth deep moans, and quick, rough thrusts are too much for you to handle. "Do you think I'm stopping when I cum?" Reaching around, rubbing your clit. Your toes curl from the attention shown to your puffy, sensitive clit.

His cock jerks, twitching inside of you, his veins pulsing with the thick cum spurting from his cock. Stuffing his thick cream into your cunt with sloppy, rough, uneven thrusts. Pulling your head back, to give you a sloppy kiss.

The way he has your smaller body pinned beneath his massive, muscular one is intoxicating. Your slick dripping down your thighs as you cum again. You would never be able to make your cunt cum this many times.

How many times have you even cummed? You can't even think to count. All you can do is feel his massive cock splitting your soaking cunt open. Choso breaks the kiss to groan, "I don't think your tight cunt will let me pull out that easily. She's begging for more, I'll have to fuck her loose before I stop." Your cunt's squelching is as loud as your moans.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

His sleepy smile drops into a perfect o when you sink your hips down on Satoru's long, slightly thick, veiny cock. Clenching when his head rubs your g-spot. The sweet pleasure driving you to bounce faster.

Moaning, "I'm so proud of you for working so hard." His cheeks flush pink, a cocky smirk stretching across his face. He leans down, stopping shy of your lips. Leaving you waiting for a kiss.

Cupping his face, swiping your thumb slowly. He croons, "I know you are but fuck do I love hearing it." His gentle, passionate kiss gets rougher when he slips his tongue past your lips.

Settling into a steady rhythm, moaning into his mouth when he pinches your nipples, pulling till you cry. Gently rubbing them afterward to soothe the slight ache. You can feel every swipe in your clit.

Biting his lip making Satoru whine. Breaking away, admiring how pouty and pink his bottom lip looks, his beautiful, cocky, careless smile. Satoru loudly moans, "That's it you look so hot using my cock like it's a toy." The sound and his words go straight to your cunt.

Clenching his cock, rocking your hips faster, your clit rubbing the clean shaved skin above his cock. His words, "Sweetheart your cunt is getting so tight and sloppy." The way his cock feels gliding into your tight, sensitive cunt makes you lose all other thoughts.

"You're gonna make me cum if you don't stop." Purposefully clenching, sliding your hand into his fluffy hair tilting his head to the side. Gently biting his neck, sucking intending to leave several bright red marks on his pale skin.

Urging him, "Go ahead, bust inside my tight cunt. I fuck your cum deeper into me as I keep riding your overly sensitive cock. I wanna feel your cock throb as you cum." Groaning when you feel his cock's veins pulse seconds before his thick cum spurts into you. His warm cum gets you off but you want more.

Relentlessly riding his cock keeping him from going soft. Stuffing his warm cum deeper into your sensitive cunt. making Satoru squirm and moan, "Fuck! Fuckmefuck! You'retootight!" Pulling away from his neck, looking up into his beautiful face.

Swiping your thumb across his bottom lip. You croon, "You'll be able to handle it won't you?"

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Suguru is an addict when it comes to eating you out. The tangy taste of your cunt is his favorite flavor to replace the nasty bile aftertaste of swallowing a curse. Every time after a shift you'd spread your legs at his or your place for him to bury his face into.

No one could eat your cunt into a sensitive, sloppy mess the way Suguru does. To the point where you're a trembling, mewling mess, crying as hard as your cunt is drooling down Suguru's chin.

Pulling on Suguru's hair, his bun having long given up with the band abandoned somewhere on the bed. Mewling, "I've already cummed too much, I can't." Suguru doesn't stop pumping his tongue into your quivering, overly sensitive cunt.

He groans when you tug on his hair harder, not budging in the slightest. Squeezing your squishy thigh, rubbing your clit faster. Silently telling you everything without saying a word. Another loud hungry moan and your gushing.

Squirting thick clear cum into Suguru's mouth, trickling down his chin. He plays his hand on your navel, pinning you down to keep you from running away. Fucking your soaking wet cunt with his tongue, playing with your clit till your cunt stops spasming.

Moving his thumb to kiss your clit, sliding his fingers down your plush lip. He croons, "You're so good for me princess, knew you're beautiful cunt could squirt for me." Effortlessly picking you up, getting on the bed with you on his lap.

Holding you up by an arm around your waist lining his cock up. "You're going to cum one more time on my cock, let me feel how tight you get when you cream." Using some force to nudge his cock past your lips into your tight cunt.

Trembling from the intensely pleasurable burn of his too-thick cock spitting you open. You can't think to do anything more then whine, "Daddy as you feel his cock head going deep inside of you.

Loudly Suguru moans, "Sweetheart you're so tight! Too tight!" He takes a moment to pause, getting used to how tightly your soaking wet cunt is clenching him. Rocking your hips seeking the toe-curling friction that will make you cum

Watching beautiful expressions of pleasure take over his handsome face. "It's too much, I need more. Need to make your tiny, soft hole gap from my fat cock. Mm I need you to-don't stop! Nnnn!"

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werecreature-addicted · 8 months

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🥲 a werewolf mercilessly fucking someone while apologizing for being too rough, but not being able to stop. :( pussydrunk werewolves my beloveds…

pussy drunk werewolf. what will he do

Before he even gets you naked your werewolf can smell your yummy pussy from a mile away, he knows when you're wet almost before you do. Poor baby is left licking at your belt begging you to please let him eat you out he promises he'll do a good job :(

It’s only a second after you give your consent that your clothes are shredded with their massive claws. You might be allowed to keep your shirt on if he's feeling generous he only really wants access to your sweet cunt anyways.

His big claws dig into your thighs pushing your legs apart and giving him access to what he's after. It feels like he's trying to fuck you with his tongue the way he digs it into you, his nose bumping and rubbing against your clit in his desperate attempt to get his tongue deeper into your cunt.

100% the kinda man to eat pussy for his pleasure, not yours. He doesn't even notice when you cum the first time... or the second. he's just so obsessed with the way you taste, the way you squeeze around his fat tongue.

If he's smart- he'll shove a pillow between his legs to hump. but if he lets his instincts win he'll just pathetically buck his hips into the air while he eats you up.

Really the only way to get him to come up for air is to beg him to knot you. Tell him that you need to feel his cock where his mouth is.

"Are you sure you can take it? you were so tight around my tongue and my cock is much bigger..."

He's suddenly sadistic, he'd be happy to eat you out for hours, if you want more than that he's going to need convincing. He won't use his big fingers on you, you have to stretch yourself out for him. Prove how much you want his dick, beg for him to fuck you deep in the parts you can't reach with your pathetic human hands.

Whatever prep work you manage won't be enough. It hurts as he pushes into you, but the sting makes your mouth water. He wasn't planning on giving you time to adjust but you're literally so tight around his cock he can't move. It takes a surprising amount of strength to pull back from the vice-like grip of your cunt. Don't worry sweet thing he'll fuck you loose.

"s-slow down. I can't! it's too much!" you whimpered. But he can't stop now- the way your cunt spasms around him sucks him in, it's like his hips have a mind of their own as he fucks you. His clawed hands fall to your hips pinning you against the bed with his weight. He's so much bigger, so much stronger than you what choice do you have but to take it?

"Sorry, I know- I know it's a lot but-fuck baby you feel so good. I can't stop I'll just cum real quick then we can be done- I'll just knot this tight pussy then I'll feel good-"

His string of apologies soon becomes incoherent babbling and snarling. You feel so good around him that he can't help but give in to his instincts. And his instincts are telling him to pound you until you go colorblind.

He leans down and licks your face, drinking your tears of overstimulation before he buries his face in the crook of your neck and bites down on your shoulder- through the shirt he let you keep on back when he just wanted to eat your pussy.

"sorr- sorry- fuck I'm sorry baby-" he cries out in warning as his thrusts pick up speed and he forces his knot inside your already full cunt as his seed pours into you.

Even as his cock goes soft and his knot goes down he doesn't pull out, he keeps his hips flush against yours as he holds you close. your pussy just feels too good to leave. so warm and perfect for him.

He'll give you a little time to catch your breath- maybe he'll even let you fall asleep but if you do just know you'll wake up with his tongue deep in you once again.

#werewolf #monster fucker #teratophillia #monster imagine #werewolf boyfriend #werewolves #monster #werewolf smut #werewolf x reader #monster boyfriend #werewolf x reader smut #fem reader

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hispg · 1 month

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Love can't wait

Pairings: r2! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: Someone's horny in the middle of the night, and you'll have to take care of his 'problem'.

Wc: 2.2k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, making out, oral (f receiving), sloppy sex, whiny Leon.

An: Last week was a real mess. My birthday, I ended up being sick all week, I'm slowly recovering. And to make matters worse, I'm in my exam week💀

My brain is melting😭 Tomorrow I promise to answer the comments and asks🤝

I've only just managed to post, I had this draft ready and thought I should post it so I wouldn't run out of things to post. I didn't read it, so sorry for any mistakes.

"Baby, please..." Leon whimpered in your ear, hugging you from behind, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your neck.

He was grabbing you by the hips, his erection bumping against your ass as you tried to sleep, which was impossible with you being humped by the man behind you.

He'd been awake for a while, desperate to fuck you, who knows why he woke up with his cock hard in the middle of the night. Jerking off wasn't enough, he needed you.

"Leon.... Tomorrow..." You mumble, trying to bury your head in the pillow.

You heard him protest in a whimper, pressing his erection hard against you, making you moan softly into the pillow, and he grunted at the contact. He wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Love...." He pleaded, giving your jaw a light bite, not wasting a second and promptly sliding his hand under your clothes, caressing your belly, feeling your skin slide under his fingers.

His other hand went behind your neck, up to the back of your head where he began to massage, bringing his lips to your cheeks, giving wet kisses all over your face.

"Please..." He whispered, not caring if he sounded desperate or not, he just wanted you, it was the only thing on his mind.

You didn't even have time to answer, he was quick enough to move his hand down to your ass, opening your ass cheeks and pressing his erection in the middle, rubbing back and forth.

He was so needy that you could already feel him leaking through his underwear, his hoarse, whimpering voice echoing in your ears. Just by the state he was in, you were already starting to feel wet.

"You feel so good..." He whispered, moving against you harder, eliciting several low moans from you.

You could feel his nails digging into your soft flesh, holding your ass open for him to rub against you.

He was drooling on you, his kisses on your neck becoming more and more desperate, his tongue coming out of his mouth to lick the whole length of your skin, his body shaking with precipitation.

If you didn't let him do what he wanted to you, he'd certainly be able to cum in his pants.

"I need you so much..." He whispers, bringing his hand up to your breasts, gently caressing them up until then.

"Leon... Mhm..." You murmured in a somewhat sleepy voice, shifting a little in bed.

He whimpered in your ear, pushing you down a little further, grinding against you with a little more vigor, and it wasn't long before he had your nipple between his fingers, rolling it between his digits.

"I need to fuck you... I want it so bad it hurts." He purred, giving your nipple a vicious tug, and the unexpected action made you gasp.

Seeing that he wouldn't get any response from you at this point, he quickly turned you over on the bed, laying you on your back.

Before you could protest, he captured your lips in a languid kiss, his lips crashing against yours in a primal way, as if he couldn't help himself.

He kissed you so hard that at one point you could feel his teeth chattering against yours, he kissed you in such a sloppy, desperate way. Just as he began to press his erection into the mattress, wanting to relieve himself in some way.

You were so trapped at this point that at some point you just started moaning against each other, as if the kissing session was all you needed to go over the edge.

Almost painfully, the two of you broke apart, breathing heavily and quickly, almost out of breath from the intensity of your kisses.

When he looked at you, seeing your cheeks so red, the way your chest rose and fell with every heavy breath you took. Oh, and those lips, the way you looked at him so slyly like that.

At the same moment he felt his cock throbbing inside the confines of his pants. As if it were a last desperate act, he stuck his face between your breasts, sticking his tongue out in a clumsy way, sucking on your nipple as if it were the last thing he was going to do.

You moaned against the pillow, pushing his head against your breast. He grunted at the sudden contact, sucking on you desperately.

Despite not wanting it at first, you found yourself soaking wet now, grinding your pussy against his thigh that was between your legs, and he grinned like a bastard when he saw the state you were in.

"Mhm.... I want to fuck you..." He whispers, taking his mouth off your breast, searching for air, and he could already see the imprint of his lips around your breast.

You smiled slyly, rubbing your wetness against him hard, and in response he put a wide palm on your chest, lowering his face so that he could kiss you, leaving no part of your face untouched.

"Can I taste you? Please, please." He pleaded in a sly voice, tugging on your nipples once more, his mouth kissing you wetly and incessantly all over your face.

Fuck, how could you say no when he was asking so nicely?

When he saw you nod, Leon gave you a sly smile, turning you over so that you lay on your back properly, lifting your clothes to gain access to your thighs.

Once he had your legs open, he licked his lips, looking at your pussy which was already wet and waiting for him. In the blink of an eye he buried his face in your folds, sticking his tongue out and licking the entire length of your flesh, lapping at your skin like a hungry man, making loud, impure slurping sounds.

You could feel his nose hitting your clit every time he stuck his tongue into your needy hole, his hot muscle moving in and out in an incessant manner. His hands gripped your thighs in a firm way, leaving red marks from his fingers, from how hard he was holding you.

"So good, mhmm, you're so hot..." He murmurs against your slit, giving you an awkward smile, then going back to licking you all over again.

You were so red, your cheeks burning as you squirmed on the bed, your lips parted as you moaned, your hips moving back and forth, searching for more friction. Leon groaned when he felt your hand on his blond strands, which you took advantage of to push him against you, making him sink into your heat.

"Fuck-" You whimper, tugging at his hair, and he lets out a low murmur in response, giving your clit a hard suck, then sinking his tongue into your hole once more.

His cock was aching and throbbing in his pants, and he couldn't help himself, unconsciously humping the bed, eating you out desperately, wanting to taste your sweetness again and again.

You soon began to feel that warm sensation forming in the pit of your stomach, your mind becoming more and more blurred with each caress of his tongue. Your furrows running down his chin, his mouth completely moist from the result of your arousal.

"Cum, cum, baby, cum on my tongue." He whispers, working tirelessly on your cunt, with no intention of stopping.

And there you went, unable to hold back the orgasm that washed over you when he licked and caressed you like that. You gushed out your juices, your eyes rolling into the back of your head once you felt the hot liquid being squirted out of you.

"Fuck Leon!" You let out a moan mixed with a sigh, your face all red with pleasure.

Faced with the scene, Leon didn't have much to do, his cock, which was throbbing painfully in the constraints of his pants, no longer hurt, he just felt the warmth forming in his body. Only to feel the thick ropes of cum spilling out, staining all his clothes. He didn't even realize it, he couldn't even hold back his own urges.

Leon couldn't even hide the blush that appeared fiercely on his cheeks, he felt so ashamed that he hadn't been able to hold back. But you couldn't blame him, every time he stared at your wet folds he couldn't help it, he felt all his blood pulsing to his lower body.

"I love the taste of you." He says in a sweet voice, as if he hadn't just eaten you out like a starving man.

When you regained your senses, you focused your gaze on him, and watched as he licked up all the rest of your fluids, licking his lips when he'd finished, then getting down on his knees.

"I promise I'll make it up to you. I promise." He says in a purr, soon putting his pants down, along with his underpants.

You saw a part of his cock, the pink tip that was dripping, not only that, but it was all sticky with his cum. At that moment you felt your pussy get even wetter.

Your legs remained open as you watched him, his hand wrapped firmly around his cock.

When he started masturbating, dirty, erotic moans came out of his mouth, whimpers so sly that you could spend the night watching him.

Leon could feel his cock getting harder and harder in his hand, with every movement, a little trail of pre-cum running down his pink tip.

"Mhm.... I'm going to fuck you. You're going to feel so good." He said, so sweetly, but at the same time looking at you in such a naughty way.

Once again he positioned himself on top of you, his tip resting lightly against your entrance. His cum mixing with yours, your fluids mixing with his, making a slippery mess.

You gripped the sheets tightly, biting your lower lip, your body moving involuntarily against him, begging for any other movement.

"You're so beautiful..." Leon purrs, giving you a little distraction, because right after that line he thrust hard against you.

He entered you at once, completely, without even letting you breathe. You went to heaven when you felt all that stretching once again, your walls stretching to accommodate him, your tight pussy wrapping itself tightly around him, making him grunt in response.

"Fucking tight-" he growls, placing his hands on your hips, letting his fingers sink into your skin.

He slowly put his body up against yours, letting his weight rest on you a little. His hips jerked against yours, his fingers leaving red marks on your hips.

Your mouth opened to let out a silent whimper, while your eyes closed tightly as he thrust all the way in and hit that spongy spot that made you see stars every time.

You swore you couldn't even hear yourself anymore, or know whatever inarticulate sounds you were letting out. The only sensation that was in your body was the sloppy thrusts, his tip reaching deep points, touching your cervix from time to time.

" Tight little pussy, so fucking good." Leon purrs, his hips moving against yours in an almost involuntary way, as if he no longer had any control.

Just as he could no longer hold back all the noises he let out every time you squeezed around him, your walls wrapped around his cock so tightly that he was trying not to roll his eyes every time it happened.

You could already feel your body heating up once again, you could even see the bodily signs that it wouldn't be long before you went over the edge once more. And Leon would be lying if he didn't say the same thing.

In a failed and desperate attempt to drown out his sounds, he put his mouth on yours, kissing you passionately and hotly, increasing the speed with which he thrust into you. In and out, in sync with the roll of your hips.

You felt your body shiver when he put his tongue inside your mouth, exploring everything he could, wanting to feel everything you could offer him.

It was the last straw for you to come, creaming all over his cock, making another mess of the sheets. The sensation of you moaning against his mouth, or the way he felt you cumming for him so easily, was a spark of electricity in his body.

All you understood was some cursing that came out of him, then his hot cum inside you. He was going to pull out, hell, he knew he shouldn't cum inside you. But how could he take his cock out of you when you nestled so perfectly?

The two of you were a mess, barely able to breathe, his forehead resting under yours as he tried to catch his breath.

And then he smiled innocently, whispering, "Round two?"

You rolled your eyes, he wasn't serious.

"No, it's two in the morning. We should be asleep." You retorted, and he nodded with a displeased pout.

He promptly got off you, rolling onto his side and hugging you from behind once again, keeping you close. He seemed quite relaxed now.

It's a long night, although he's satisfied now, maybe he just needs a little more love throughout the evening.

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spideyhexx · 3 months

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Oh my god… ok similarly would you write something where coryo fucks reader so hard she pees herself and he still doesn’t stop?

yes

mdni - tw watersports/piss; fem!reader

thinking of Coryo having you on your tummy in his bed, his weight almost fully on top of you as he drives his cock into you. He woke you up in the middle of the night by peppering kisses all over your face. Once your eyes were open and you were able to ask him what he wanted, he pressed his dick to your thigh, the thin fabric of his boxers didn't help conceal any of him.

He begged, nudging his nose to yours and giving your lips the sweetest peck even though you were too sleepy to return it. You rubbed your eyes, waking yourself up more, and reveled in the feeling of Coryo grinding against your thigh, your lips finding his once more but in a heated kiss, slow, but yearning to taste every part of him until you felt yourself worked up enough.

He let you decide how to lay down and you rolled onto your stomach, too tired to hold yourself up on your hands and knees, but that didn't matter. You were comfy and tired and so was he. Coryo got himself comfortable on top of you and now here you were;

His tongue licks at your neck as he kisses it. He grinds his cock into you until you're whining for him to actually fuck you. "so tight and warm, my cock needed this baby, did you know that?" And Coryo chuckles when you nod, his lips pressing to your shoulder as he speaks, "Did your pussy need this?"

"Y-yes," you moan as you say and it only urges Coryo to pull his dick out, rubbing the head through your folds, coating himself in you even more before he pushes back into you in one deep thrust.

Coryo ruts into you like that for a bit, his hips moving languidly and he sucks in a sharp breath at your little whines, begging him to go harder. Eventually, he gives in, setting himself up to be as desperate as you are as he fucks harder. It's difficult though in this position and he decides to reach his arm down to wrap around your middle, effectively pressing you up against him as his knees dig into the mattress, giving him the right leverage to fuck you just the way you wanted.

You did not notice until the very moment his arm pressed on you, just how full your bladder felt. It wasn't uncommon for you to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom so it makes sense but you were too caught up in him to even focus on that feeling.

But as Coryo drives himself into you harder, his breathing getting heavier, his arm pressing against you so tightly, you can feel that pressure begging to release. "fuck, coryo, i'm-'

"you're close? I know you are, angel," he lets out a breathless laugh and you whine in frustration. Coryo takes it as a whine of pure pleasure. Which isn't wrong.

The pressure begging to release does feel good, but the thought of pissing yourself while he's fucking you, while in his bed with his dick inside of you sounded humiliating.

"Coryo, n-no, well, yes, but..." and you trail off in a whimper as Coryo pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back into you.

"Angel, spit it out, I'm gonna come." His voice strains as he says it and decides to accept it. Your orgasm is built up and you're not sure if you're gonna be able to hold it, especially as his other hand moves to frantically rub at your clit, hoping to feel you tighten around his cock as he spills into you.

"I'm gonna pee, Coryo, ffuck." He doesn't register it as your orgasm takes you over, stuffing your head into the pillow as the other tension snaps inside of you and you feel the rush of a warm liquid on your thighs, the sound of it hissing and squelching as Coryo's thrusting slows, but he doesn't stop.

In fact, you feel him pull back slightly to see it as his dick moves and you wish your head can be smushed even further into the pillow. His cock aches as he fucks your cunt, watching your piss drip onto his bed, and soak his cock and he's already losing it at just how wet you are.

Coryo can't even think straight, he leans his body back over yours so he can whisper to your ear, his hips picking up their pace like before, "You're not an angel, are you? My fuckin' dirty angel. Pissin' all over my cock? I knew you loved makin' messes but pissin'? God fuckin' dammnit."

He chuckles, in disbelief and in amusement. He kisses the side of your head as you whine, "Don't hide. Do you have any left in you? Need to see it again, baby." Then Coryo would purposefully press his hand against your bladder.

And it wouldn't matter as he reaches his end, coming ropes into you and shoving his head against your shoulder.

It wouldn't matter because Coryo would just keep fucking you, holding you tighter, "Can't believe your pussy's all mine...does so good for me."

let's chat about coryo, here :)

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2-dsimp · 26 days

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if it’s no trouble could we get another part to DILF/ nanny reader? Maybe like a willing reader? Bc I know of a hot dad wanted to date me who am I to say no? Lol great work!!!!

Cw: fem reader! jealousy, possessive/obsessive tendencies, Quio and Miki butting heads, the plot thickens

Synopsis no.2: 【featuring you being caught in the middle between your coworker and employer literally and figuratively. Miki obviously hates your employer and makes it well known meanwhile Quio does the same vice versa. The Dilf tried his best to put his and Peina’s plan of seducing you into action. But he’s constantly getting interrupted. And He’s honestly so close to snapping at this point.】

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“I wish you’d stop by here more often after all you’re already part of the family."

The Dilf sighs melodramatically, electing a small giggle from your lips. Seeing how he acted so distraught due to your absence. While he led you and your coworker to the living room, gesturing for you to take a seat on the couch.

“Oh that’s kind of you to say Mr. Evinis but I can’t possibly impose on you guys. Plus I’ve still gotta work my boring office job”

You replied with a mirthful tone at his sweet comment truly feeling as if you’ve made a second home within your employers household. You’ve already grown accustomed to his friendly work staff and of course his darling daughter who was l always clinging onto you like a baby kitten. And the fact that her father was so chivalrous and kind didn’t help your own little crush from forming on the single dad.

“Oh perish the thought sugarling~ we’re lucky enough to even be blessed by your radiant grace. In this boring household.”

Quio reassures with a charming smile, as he makes sure to fluff up some fancy decor pillows for his lovely lady. After placing the plush pillows down where you’d sit, He then put a hand on your shoulder giving a comforting squeeze.

“In fact me and the little squirt have always gotten excited at seeing you pull up and we’d be more than happy to keep you hostage here if possible”

The Dilf admits in a cheesy manner, which made you feel at ease. From how sweet his insistence at you dropping by often to hang out was. Being none the wiser to how he was being 100% serious. About the part where him and his daughter briefly molled over the idea of keeping their lovely nanny hostage at their mansion. Since they honestly couldn’t get enough of how addicting your sunshine liken presence.

Lit up every dark lonesome corner of the estate and they’d be damned if they every let you get a chance to escape from their sights. brandishes a pearly grin at the thought of being able to cater personally to his future missus.

“Also if your boring office job is what’s holding you back from spending quality time with us then I can think of a couple solutions to—“

“Um, let me stop you right there man. Whatever you’re pitching would be nice and all but I need my work wife.”

Once again you missed the small micro transgression within the Dilf’s facial features as his eye twitched at the irksome interruption done by that worthless dickbag.

“Aha work wife? With someone like you? I see you’re the type to joke around huh?”

He replied in an tone of condescension giving Miki a mean spirited smile. And an idle glance over full of scorn at the self assured confidence in this boy, who was proclaiming that his darling was his work wife.

“Well I am quite the jokester—wait what the hell do you mean by someone like me??”

You nearly busted out laughing at how Miki got a miffed expression on his face from the subtle dig done by the famous actor. You didn’t necessarily claim to be Miki’s work wife as nice as his company was. He was an utter shitty coworker to have when you’re trying to get shit done. Whenever you two were paired it’d be him cracking jokes while you were working like an effective machine.

“Well If anything they’re my work wife, no my wife, since yknow she’s looking after my kid like the little darling angel she is”

Quio nearly purred with a sharp edge to his voice as he blatantly rubbed it in Miki’s face the sheer difference. Between the two of them and how he was ultimately more important in your standings.

“Anit that right sweetness?”

The single dad hummed with a sickening sweet expression that resembled a hopeful doe eyed buck. His shouldering eyes never failed to make your heart do kick flips from how they always seemed to focus on purely you. Almost as if you were his world, his missing half. You got extremely flustered that you could barely even respond to his words. Until Miki let out a sneer and fixed his apparent love rival a shrewd scowl.

“Oh please as if! She’s your Nanny, not your substitute wife. Plus I already called dibs on her first, my guy.”

The sight of that damned flea mansplaining on the couch with the slinging over his arm right behind your head. Made Quio imagine ripping that same offending arm from our his socket and bitch slapping him with it.

“Dibs? Are you insinuating that she’s an object to be possessed by the likes of a peasant like you?”

He taunts snarkily, dropping his nice guy facade as makes his way to sit right in between you and Miki. Squeezing his bulky frame in the middle of the couch he gracefully crosses his legs as he swats off the offending arm behind your head and replaces it with his own.

“Tch! Now you know that’s not what I meant. It’s always you actors spinning fabricated lies. And the fuck did you just—“

“Miki don’t you think that it’s time for you to go soon? You’re gonna be late for work”

You interjected seeing how things were getting out of hand between the two offending men. Quio merely gave a smug smile as he saw Miki begrudgingly get up with an scowl on his face. You were right he had to go soon since he couldn’t be late for his promotion into higher management. He didn’t tell you that yet because he wanted to surprise you on the day you both worked the same shift.

“Ah fuck your right, thanks for the reminder what would I do without my precious work wife?”

Miki emphasized loudly, Shooting a glare towards the A-listed actor as he then gave you an abrupt hug goodbye whilst still glowering at the Dilf. The two seemed to be exchanging a clash of mixed silent threats behind your back.

Quio “gently” nudged Miki away from his darling with a hard shove with the pointy tip of his shoe upon his midriff. Making your coworker stumble back with a sharp exhaled grunt escaping his lips. Good, he hoped that fucker gets sore down there. The single dad was always about getting his get back by being petty whenever someone blatantly tried to piss him off.

“Alright that’s enough Casanova wouldn’t wanna keep your bosses waiting yeah?”

The Dilf chirped in a sweet noncommittal manner as he briefly pulled you into a side hug. As if to cleanse you from the poor touch Miki had given you. Miki had to bite back his tongue since he really couldn’t afford to waste time with the man’s shenanigans. And rolled his eyes he could only afford to shoot you a word of warning with concern shining in his eyes before he made his way outside of the million dollar manor.

“Be careful… You know how actors are, always so full of shit. Call me when you’re done I’ll come to pick you up okay?”

“Yeah yeah, don’t let the door hit cha on ya on the way out Miki”

Quio sassed as he couldn’t wait to have that cocky fucker out of sight and out of mind. There were so many times where the actor came close to acting out. One of his many aspiring roles which consisted of him being a deranged serial killer. It would’ve gave him peace of mind to choke out that lanky shithead and watch the life leave his eyes.

But he had better things to do at the moment rather than drone in about how he’d murder Miki in cold blood. Like wooing you over for instance which was unfortunately put on pause due to a pest intent on getting in the way between you and him. So he feels a sense of relief wash over him as Miki leaves, knowing that he can finally have you all to himself.

“It seems like you two get along well enough already”

You caught the Dilf off guard with your off handed comment as he gave you a raised brow and an apprehensive smile. He shook his head slightly and gave a dark chuckle at how naive you were to perceive their little spat to be that of a friendly origin. When they clearly wanted to go at each others necks.

“It would seem so… But hey I was wondering if you’d be interested in—“

His phone decided to go off in the most headache inducing way. He could hear the annoying ringtone which indicated that his manager was calling and he bit back a snarl from being interrupted once again. Collecting himself he excused himself from the couch not being fore taking your hand in his and giving it a small chaste kiss as he gave you an apologetic gaze.

“Sorry about this sugarling I’ve gotta take this call I’ll be right back”

With his servants taking leave at his behest today was the day he planned on tying the metaphorical knot with the cute Nanny that stole both his and his little girl’s heart. So his manager had better got a pretty damn good reason for bugging him on his day of vacation leave. Or else they’ll get added to the hitlist alongside that damned coworker of yours.

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I’m thinking of making this into a mini series, let me know if I should continue!o(≧v≦)o

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southerngothicchic · 6 months

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18+

Steve's always had a bit of an ego, especially during sex. He wants to hear just how good he's making his girl feel. He's used to being with vocal partners, so when you and him had sex, for the first time, he was taken aback by how quiet you were. He was so used to girls moaning in his ear, their nails clawing his back, only to have you barely making a sound.

He didn't want to say anything, at first, because he wanted you to feel comfortable with him. After the next few times, though, he couldn't help himself. Old insecurities plagued him, making him think you weren't that into him. That thought crushed him, as you were the first girl in forever that he's actually felt something for.

"How's it feel, angel?" He breathily asks, as he slowly fucks you.

You didn't respond, at first, biting your lip at his question.

"C'mon honey, I need to know if you're ok," he adds, gazing down at you.

"I am," you finally reply.

"I can stop if you want..."

"No, please don't," you plead. "I'm sorry, I'm just not-"

"Hey," he softly interrupts, his hand cradling your face. "You don't need to apologize for anything. I just wanna hear those pretty sounds you make just for me."

You smile up at him, before he leans in to kiss you.

"Will you let me hear you, angel?" He asks, against your lips.

You nod, still timid, unsure if you'll be able to do what he wants.

He presses his lips to yours once more and kisses you slowly. You feel yourself melting into him, or rather him melting into you.

He starts moving his hips again, but doesn't break the kiss. You whimper into it as his thrusts are faster now.

"That's it honey," he praises, pulling away so he can hear you.

"S-Steve..." you gasp, your hands moving from his hair, to his shoulders.

"Feeling good?"

You nod, then force yourself to say, "Yes..."

"Yeah? What if I fuck you nice and hard?" He breathlessly asks, his hair flopping onto his sweaty forehead.

You moan in response, making him smirk.

"Still good, honey?"

"Yes, God..." you breathe, closing your eyes and throwing your head back against the pillow.

"You feel so fuckin good, so wet...always so wet for me," he pants, while you bite your lip.

The sounds of his grunts and moans fill the room as he chases his release. Little whimpers escape your lips, but you're not being as loud as he wants.

"If I don't hear you honey, I'm gonna pull out..." he breathily threatens. "Is that what you want?"

"No, no, Steve, please..." you beg, your hands gripping his biceps.

"Then I wanna hear you scream for me," he breathes, before kissing you roughly.

You moan into it, your nails digging into his skin, as he fucks you. He pulls away, his focus turning to your neck. You cry his name when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder.

"That's better," he praises, against your damp skin.

With the way his hips are snapping against yours and how deep he was with every harsh thrust, you finally gave him what he craved.

His name pours from your lips, throat almost sore from how you scream for him.

"Oh, honey...fuck," he rasps, burying his face in your neck.

You repeatedly sigh his name, making him growl in approval.

He then moans your name into your skin as he's finally sent over the edge. His climax leads to yours, as you're crying for him, all over again.

Once you each regain yourselves, he presses kisses all over your face, praising you for being his pretty, perfect girl.

"You did so good for me, angel," he smiles, his nose brushing yours.

You also smile, your cheeks turning a deeper shade of crimson from his praise.

"You always wanna be my good, little angel, don't you?"

"I do," you eagerly answer, gazing into his eyes.

"That's my girl," he grins, before kissing you deeply.

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lilac--sugar · 8 months

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But then... whatever in the world could you be?

Summary: Astarion wakes from a nightmare with something he can only explain as hunger. He thinks he knows what he needs and goes to the one person that can give him just that. (Late act 2 I'd say) Pairing: Astarion/Tav!Reader (gn!Tav) Though, I did write it with my Tav, Kieran, in mind (pictured above). If there are any mentions that contradict this please point it out and I will gladly adjust it! 💜 Rating: M (Mostly because my blog is rated M and I'm not ok with minors interacting with it. But this is a fluff piece really.) Content Warnings: Mentions of Cazador. Astarion curses once. Word Count: 2k Author's Note: Not betaed. I did my best to comb it over. If you see any mistakes please feel free to point it out! 💜 I really wanted to write this, though. I really wanted at least one scene for Astarion that showed him getting more comfortable/familiar with intimacy that wasn't sexual while also opening up a little more. So, I wrote this to satisfy that need for myself.

Darkness grasps at his mind. Ice cold claws digging in at the nape of his neck, piercing the warm numbness of his meditative sleep. He gasps, suddenly plunged into a state of paralysis.

The claws pull his head back, make him look up into a face he’d rather not see.

“You think you can escape me?” There’s a flame spitting anger through the words. Eyes like red embers flicker, bear down into his own. He trembles in the grasp.

“Just you wait, boy,” claws dig deeper, pain intensifying as it spreads down his neck and through his whole body. He’s powerless. He tries not to weep, can’t do it for his pride, “I’ll show you pain like you’ve never known.”

His eyes widen as Cazador grins, delight dancing in the embers at Astarion’s fear.

“N-“ his tongue is stuck on the syllable, wants to scream it out, ‘no! I won’t let you! No! You can’t get me here!’

Here? Wait… That’s right. This is just-

He gasps awake, pushing himself up.

“Gods,” he whispers to himself, presses his head into his hands, “it was just a dream,” he takes in a shaky breath, “a nightmare,” he corrects himself.

None the less his body continues to tremble, goose fleshed skin broken out into a cold sweat. The fire kept alive by those on watch does nothing to warm him.

It takes him a moment, a few deep breaths and finally he’s able to pull his hands away from his face. Fear mildly subsides as a new feeling settles in. A strong… craving? It radiates from the pit of his chest. A new kind of hunger he’s not felt before.

Hunger but he can’t even fathom walking away from the safety of camp. The safety of you.

His eyes roam the area before landing on your form.

You look so delicate cuddled down into your pile of pillows. An odd request he’d noticed. You weren’t shy of asking for compensation for your help. Gold and a pillow. Every time. A pillow.

A small huff of a laugh escapes his lips.

He’d remembered the bundle on your back. How it dwarfed you as you tried to carry them all during your travels. Astarion refused to help you then only to have Halsin step in like the big knight in shining armor he is. Astarion had gotten annoyed at the time. Blamed it on Halsin having spoiled his fun of watching you struggle. Truth was he felt a pang of something. He couldn’t place it. Just hated how you’d stared at Halsin all bright eyed, smile wide on your face. He wanted that look for himself. He’d felt the sun for the first time in centuries. But he wanted to know what it felt like to be warmed to the bone. Thought he’d find it there in that look.

Of course, he’d caught a glimpse of it. The night he finally admitted his whole scheme. Worried sick he’d messed everything up. Only you flipped it around with a simple embrace. Sun be damned. That was what true warmth felt like. He’d felt guilty for being rewarded with comfort and understanding for deceiving you. Didn’t understand you one bit for it but eternally grateful you had.

He wondered. You had told him earlier in the day he could feed on you. Day after day you offer and night after night he obliges. He’s grateful for your generosity.

It’s almost like clockwork now. How he crawls over to you. Each time he feels himself get more comfortable in the act. He used to hover over you like you were a bomb that’d set off any second. He used to barely touch you. Now he has no issue. He presses a hand to your shoulder, pushes you flat on your back. He watches with amusement as your body almost instinctively bares your neck for him, highlighted by the dancing fire beside you.

He slides a knee between your legs, getting himself as close as he can. He lowers his head down next to your neck, cool lips taking pleasure against warm skin. He breathes in. For a man that so claims to detest flowers he’d never admit it, but he thinks of you as one. His favorite one. A bouquet of wildflowers. Joyous and bright. Unpredictable. He’d come across you when he had nothing in return. An empty field of dirt. One touch from you and now he’s overgrown.

He can’t explain it, why he does what he does next. He doesn’t bite. Instead, he nuzzles into you. Nose pressing under your ear, tickled by the hair there. He takes in another breath that is you. Eases in a bit more, his arms sliding behind your back. If he had any less pride, he might have flung one of your arms over him.

A tremble passes through his body, a small sob catching in his throat.

You stir under him, a groan escaping from your own. He’s quick to pull away, thinks about dashing off. You never need know he was even there.

“Star,” sleep thick your voice comes out as a croak. He freezes, keeps himself hovering over you.

“What?” He blinks back tears. He’s not sure if the word is meant for him. You’d never called him such before.

“You think your parents named you Astarion because your hair is like starlight?” your speech is sleep slurred.

“Wh- I,” a man that has something to say about everything and you’ve rendered him speechless.

You raise a hand, fingertips brushing over his soft delicate curls that frame his face. Moonbeams are caught in his hair, causes it to glow like a gentle halo around him. Your hand drifts down, settles on his cheek. Fingertips brush just under his eye and you know.

You also know that if you point it out or make a big deal he’ll just fuss and huff off. So, you do the one thing you know he’ll accept. You roll yourself over, use all your strength and flip him onto his back over the nest of pillows you’d painstakingly created. Mischief. He has a soft spot for your displays of it.

“What are you-!?” He doesn’t get the words out before you’re flopping over him, mouth pressing to his neck, you playfully bite down.

“Get off me you fowl fiend!” he cries out.

A chorus of ‘shh’ raises up from the party around them.

“Oh, fuck off!” Astarion snaps back.

A small giggle escapes you as you nuzzle yourself down into him. An arm wrapping over his chest, leg curling around one of his. You know if he had truly been upset, he wouldn't have even let you get this far in the first place. Wouldn't have let you push him. Would have chided you and stormed off by now. Instead, you feel him melt into the pillows, arms slowly wrapping around you.

“You really want me off?” you mumble into his neck, needing to check anyway for good measure. He shakes his head.

“No,” He admits, voice a little watery. You go to pull back, worried you were perhaps wrong. Only, he wraps his arms tighter around your form, pulls you back into him.

“I uh,” He lifts a hand, it coming to cup your face, palm to jaw, fingertips over your lips, he settles your head back where it had perfectly fit just a moment ago, “I had a nightmare with Cazador, again,” He says and you nod.

“I won’t let him get you,” you mumble. A ‘tch’ of a laugh escapes him.

“Optimistic,” He chides.

“One of us has to be.”

“Naive.”

“Hopeful,” you correct.

He hums.

“I promise you,” you whisper, kissing over his fingertips.

Cricket song and the pop and fizz of fire fills the space around you. The need for distraction is clear.

A kiss turns to a bite and he pulls his hand away from your face.

“Will you stop that!?” He hisses and you grin.

“Taste of your own medicine.”

“Oh please,” He places his hand over your neck now, “When I bite it’s with a lot more care and finesse! You hardly ever wake up anymore and I’m at your throat every night.”

You grin, lips curling up at the corners and he thinks you look like a cat who’d just caught a mouse. He lifts his head to get a better look at you, can see the glint in your eyes.

“You hardly ever wake up anymore, right?” He asks. In response you bury your nose into the crook of his neck.

“You smell nice,” You mumble.

Exasperated, he drops back onto the plush pillows.

“You do keep changing the subject,” A faux agonized sigh leaves him, he’d never admit this was an all too welcomed distraction, “You are infuriating, you know?”

“What is it?” You ask, ignoring his complaints. You sniff at his neck, the small puffs of air causing his skin to tingle. He closes his eyes and focuses on not laughing.

“Hmm,” Your nose slips behind his ear, nuzzles into the soft curls there, “rosemary,” hesitant, you sniff again and this time you can feel him twinge with a bit of a laugh, “brandy for sure,” You pull back, hand pressed to his chest as you hover over him.

There’s a softness in his eyes, a smile delicately placed across his lips. His hair is glowing again in the moonlight.

“Go on then,” He says, smile turning to a grin, “what else?”

You shake your head, “Can’t pin the last one.”

“Bergamot.”

“Ahh,” You roll your eyes, “Bergamot,” you carry out the first and last syllable of the word, try to flourish it with his accent, “Fancy.”

“You know me, darling,” He raises a hand and presses it to your cheek, “understated with a dash of extravagant and exceptional.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up at his words. It startles him and another chorus of ‘shh’ breaks out.

“Sorry!” You whisper-shout. You duck your head into his neck, muffling the giggling as best as you can.

“I hardly think what I said was funny,” he’s trying to sound serious, but you can hear the hint of a pout to his words.

“Star, you’re about as understated as a beacon,” You pull back, a simmer of giggles still gently rolling from your chest, “Wait- Can I call you Star?”

“Uh-“

“It’s just that, your hair really does look like starlight and right now-“ well, right now you think if his body could, he’d be flushed all over, “While, yes, you are gorgeous. Sometimes I feel like when I’m with you, there’s this- light. Something,” The hand on his chest moves over his heart, “In there. It’s warm and beautiful, comforting. Like the north star, it guides me,” You’re talking a million miles a minute. Your sleep addled mind has no filter for your mouth. He stares at you, eyebrows raised, anticipating what you’ll say next even though he never knows and doesn’t know why he bothers to try, “to you.” You swallow hard, realizing you’d probably let yourself go a bit too far. His face hasn’t changed and so you try to dig yourself out, “And well- it is in your name, so-“

“Do shut up,” he says, leaning up and pressing a kiss to your lips. It’s different, chaste. Something new entirely and you kiss back, hoping not to break such a delicate thing.

“That would be fine,” He says as he pulls away, “But all this talking has made me rather tired, my love,” he flops back onto the pillows, “and I’d really rather not make the trek back to my bedroll,” he nestles himself back against your pillows, “Far too much hassle.”

“Right,” You nod, “completely.”

“Just don’t go thinking I’m doing this every night.”

“Mmhmm.”

“And it’s really all your fault since you pinned me here. So, if anyone comments in the morning you should admit as such.”

“Yes, dear,” you settle yourself into him, curling around him. He might sleep as stiff as a plank but you were going to make it work.

When you’ve fallen asleep he realizes he’s- happy. He feels satiated somehow without a drop of your blood. Don’t get him wrong, he’d probably partake in the next few hours. But for now, right now, the pit in his chest felt full.

“Gods, where were you?” he whispers, his breath ghosting over your forehead. A sleepy groan leaves you as you stir, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt over his heart.

Perhaps. Perhaps you were there the whole time. The seed of his hopes. Every damned prayer he said to every God. Someone listened, someone took that tiny seed and from it grew you. And here you were, though not to ruin him. No. But to help him.

“Took you long enough,” He mutters, a small laugh escaping him. He takes your hand in his own, lets your warmth sink into his fingers. He couldn’t just yet bring himself to thank whatever God made it possible. He thought maybe one day. Right now he didn’t care much for anything beyond the two of you right here.

For the first time in a long time he dreams of life in the sunlight. You there next to him, as he basks in the warmth of your bright eyes and wide smile.

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fixfoxnox · 7 months

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Taking Care of His Alphas

Summary: A bad rut hits three members of the 141 rather suddenly and with no omegas around to help them out, their captain volunteers to help them through it.

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Non-traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Poly 141, Gaz/Price, Soap/Price, Ghost/Price, Anal sex, blow jobs, degradation, praise, aftercare, alpha price, alpha soap, alpha gaz, alpha ghost

Word Count: 7k

Note: For @brandumus

A rather violent snarl ripped through the room when Ghost’s hand landed on the back of Price’s neck. It was pure instinct that had pulled it from Price’s throat, the touch of another alpha against his skin in a rather firm and determined push immediately put him on the defense. Of course, it wasn’t a good move considering the rest of the alphas in the little room were also deep in their ruts and hardly able to control themselves.

Ghost gave a harsh growl in return, his grip tightening on Price’s throat before he shoved him down, forcing his face into the pillows even as Price struggled against his hold. Price might have been their leader, but he’d all but submitted himself to his team already, meaning that despite his struggling and snapping, he was fully confident in himself as he pressed Price further into the bed.

After a short moment of struggle, Ghost was able to move Price so that his legs were spread wide and his ass was pressed right against Ghost’s aching crotch. There was another struggle as Ghost ran a hand over Price’s exposed ass, squeezing and scratching as he liked. “Would you,” Ghost gave another harsh growl before tightening his grip around Price’s neck and digging his thumb right into the older man’s scent gland. The effect was immediate, with Price giving an apologetic whimper and practically melting into the bed, completely lax. “That’s fucking it.”

“All that struggle,” Gaz gave a chuckle from his place near the door and he was quick to cross the room to stand in front of Price and stroke carefully over his face, “You told us we could do this captain, don’t act like you don’t want it too.” His voice was strained and dropped low into something that spoke volumes about the control he was exhibiting despite the situation. He made a point not to touch Price too much.

Soap didn’t seem to pick up on the same dynamic that Gaz did, so when he stepped close to Price, he didn’t hesitate before laying a hand flat on Price’s back and feeling bolding along his skin, his hand tracing down toward Price’s ass. He didn’t make it far before he had Ghost’s hand slapped his hand away with a harsh growl. He responded with a threatening step forward, his own thick scent permeating the air as he growled back at Ghost. The two had a momentary stand-off before Soap finally took a step back, a low grumble in his throat.

Just like Price and Ghost, Soap and Gaz were filling the room with a thick and heady scent from their ruts, it wasn’t intentional in the slightest, but they were all desperate and too far gone to even try to control themselves. Ghost was already digging his nails into Price’s skin, trying to keep himself under control at least enough to not hurt his captain too much, but with the scent of the other three alphas it was horribly difficult. They were all struggling with the lack of omegas to help them care for themselves, which was how they ended up in this situation.

“The slick,” Ghost growled after a moment, “bring me the slick, I need to get my cock in him before I tear someone's throat out.” The words pulled a low growl from Price that was quickly turned into a whimper with another press of Ghost’s thumb against his scent gland. “Now,” he growled out, nearly snapping at Soap again.

Soap looked like an over-eager puppy as he scrambled across the room to grab the bottle of artificial slick from one of the tables in the small room. He rushed it back to Ghost quickly, popping the cap for the man and pouring a generous amount into his free hand. “I’ve got to see this, see how well he can take it.”

Soap positioned himself beside Ghost, where he would have a good view as Ghost began pushing Price’s cheeks apart to gain access to his begging hole. “He’ll take it,” Ghost said simply as he began spreading some of the artificial slick around Price’s hole, pressing his fingers against him in a way that was quick to have Price squirming.

“Stop moving,” Gaz grabbed a handful of Price's hair and tugged, forcing the man to look up at him as he gave a predatory grin, “be good for your alphas, yeah?” The words pulled a groan from all three of the other men in the room and set Price’s face to a blushing red color.

“Fuck,” Soap breathed the word out at the same time that Ghost groaned, both of them watching as the tip of Ghost's finger sank into Price’s hole. Price gave another squirm and a slight pant as Ghost continued pressing forward, slowly working his finger inside of him until he was practically into the knuckle. “Fuck look at that, taking it so fucking well.”

“He’s gonna be perfect with my knot in him,” Ghost gave a low growl and started to work his finger in and out of Price’s hole, stretching him open as best as he could for the moment. It wasn’t long before Price was burying his face into the pillow, muffling his groans and grunts as Ghost started to work a second finger inside of him.

The scent of rut filling the room continued to grow and, with it, each of the men grew more desperate. Soap and Gaz were both still clothed when they’d started, but soon they were each shedding the material, the heat of the rut making it nearly too much on their skin. Soap was the first to break and wrap a hand around his cock, a desperate gasp leaving his lips as he worked his heated length with his hand, desperate for something to take the edge off.

At Price’s continued groans and moans, Ghost started to work his fingers inside of him faster. He curled them against the other man’s walls and scissored him open slowly, trying to stretch him enough that he’d be able to take Ghost’s cock well enough. “Think he needs a third,” Soap panted after a moment, “You’re a bit bigger than that LT.”

Ghost gave a grumbled laugh and leaned forward to drape himself over Price’s back, “Hear that cap?” He slowly started to work a third finger inside of him, pulling desperate pants from Price’s throat, his hips trying to work back against Ghost’s fingers. “Soap’s right, I am bigger than this,” he stretched his fingers inside of him, making Price moan at the feeling, “think you can take that? Or am I gonna have to stretch you open like the pitiful little toy you are?”

Price’s hips jerked against the bed at the words, pulling a laugh from the other three men in the room. He barely managed to look up enough to see that Gaz was now also touching himself, his hard cock only inches from Price’s face. For a moment, Price wanted to lean forward and take him into his mouth, a part of him desperate to please. The alpha in him, the one that was both dissatisfied with the situation and all too pleased at once, stopped him.

“Think he liked that,” Gaz gave Price another one of his wicked grins. “That’s probably why he volunteered for this, ey? Just wants to be a little toy for his boys.”

“He’s certainly a pretty little toy,” Ghost leaned down to lick and nip at Price’s shoulder, groaning at the taste of the heated skin against his tongue. “So perfect for us.”

“Perfect for his alphas,” Soap agreed, tilting his head back with a loud groan. “My cock is gonna feel so good inside of him,” he stumbled forward a slight bit only to freeze as Ghost snarled at him again, his teeth bared as a hint of the feral side of his rut-tinted heat seemed to fill the air.

Ghost snapped at him again and Soap, with a near-feral snap of his own, obediently stepped back again. “You’ll wait your fucking turn.” Ghost guided his hand on Price’s neck down his back slowly, his fingers still curling and fucking into Price with a near-deadly precision. Despite his slight squirms, all of the other alphas in the room could smell the arousal flooding off of Price’s body, making their own cocks feel that much harder.

Gaz tugged at Price’s hair for a moment, a toothy grin on his face. It exposed his sharp canines and, for one delirious moment, Price felt the nearly overwhelming urge to have those teeth buried in his neck. “You want Ghost’s cock? C’mon captain, we need to hear it.”

Price gritted his teeth, the prideful part of him still resisting just a bit. Of course, he’d volunteered for this, but in the midst of such an intense oncoming rut, it had been difficult enough to make himself offer it once. Now his boys wanted to hear it again and the part of himself that had already been lost to the pleasure of Ghost’s fingers buried inside of him was begging him to just speak.

Ghost gave a cruel twist of his fingers, slowly ramping his movements up in intensity as he continued fucking in and out of Price with harsh and quick movements. Every brush of his fingers seemed to light his nerves on fire and send a pool of liquid hot arousal flushing through his veins. He wanted more. He wanted to help his boys so bad he nearly ached with it.

“Fucking get to it,” he finally managed to snap after his moment. His voice came out as more of a harsh growl than the usual tone he would use with the team. Ghost’s fingers tightened against his neck and he bit back another whimper as Gaz gave a mocking sort of laugh to him.

“Oh c’mon cap,” he forced Price’s head up, making him meet his eyes, “don’t act like you don’t want this too. Say it a bit nicer, yeah?” Price could feel his entire body go hot at the words and he resisted the urge to growl and snap as his body ached. Part of him wanted to shove Ghost to the bed and just take what he wanted from the man. He was their leader, it would be within his rights, but more than anything he just wanted to take care of his boys.

Through gritted teeth, he tried again, “Fuck me.” There was a pause as Gaz raised an eyebrow at him and Soap gave an amused snicker. “Please.”

“Atta boy,” Ghost shoved his face back into the bed and slowly started to pull his fingers out of Price’s ass, pulling a whimper from his lips. “Was that so hard?” He gave a quick slap to Price’s ass, sending him jerking forward so that his face rutted up against Gaz’s cock for a moment as all three of the men laughed at the movement.

Gaz was still steadily stroking his cock and for a long moment, Price found himself captivated by the sight of precum leaking out of the tip of his cock and the beginning signs of a knot forming at the base. Of course, he knew that the knot wouldn’t pop and actually give Gaz release until he finished inside of someone, in this case, that someone being him.

“Fuck, this’ll be good.” Price didn’t have time to question what Soap’s words meant before there was the sensation of cool slick sliding between his cheeks and being worked over the rim of his hole, pulling embarrassed moans from his throat. After several moments, the sensation went away and when he turned his head to look back at what Ghost was doing, he got to watch as the fake slick poured over Ghost’s cock followed by Ghost wrapping a hand around himself to begin spreading the slick over his hard cock.

He wasn’t allowed to watch for long as soon enough Gaz was tugging him to face forward again and beginning to rut his cock over Price’s face without giving him a chance to even think. Price found that with Gaz’s cock pressed against his face, the scent of his sergeant seemed to overwhelm him and, with the slow press of Ghost’s cock against his hole, he could feel his mind growing a bit fuzzy.

He gave a choked-out gasp as Ghost slipped the head of his cock inside of him, just the head already stretching him a bit more than Ghost’s fingers had been able to do. “Warned ya he was fuckin’ big,” Soap teased, a feral grin on his face as he worked his hand over his cock quickly, his eyes dead focused on watching Ghost’s cock slowly disappear inside of his captain.

With another slow press of Ghost’s hips, Price’s mouth fell open, a moan spilling from his lips. Ghost stretched him so well and the feeling of the other alpha pressing inside of him was like a pleasure he’d never experienced before. Of course, he was desperate to sate his own rut, but the feeling was like something else entirely.

The slowly combining scents of all of the alphas in the room was nearly maddening and aside from Price’s moans and whimpers as Ghost slowly bottomed out inside of him, the only other noises in the room were the steadily growing huffs and rumbles from the three alphas as they not only watched, but heard and smelt Price’s enjoyment of the cock inside of him.

Once Ghost’s cock was fully seated inside of Price, there was a pause. Both Price and Ghost were panting messes and neither Gaz nor Soap could draw their eyes away from the two men. Price felt that he could hardly think, with every shift of Ghost’s cock inside of him his mind seemed to leave him further. It was hard to focus on anything other than the feeling and the shocks of pleasure it seemed to hit him with.

“How’s he feel LT?”

Ghost gave a slow groan before beginning to pull his hips back slowly, “Fucking phenomenal.” He didn’t allow hardly any time before he was slamming his cock back inside of Price’s tight heat.

It was like once he’d started truly fucking Price, he couldn’t stop. There was no time to adjust, no time to prepare himself, just the rough fucking and scratching of an alpha trying to satiate their rut in whatever way possible. It left Price unable to do anything other than take the sudden and near-overwhelming pleasure that was being fucked into him.

Every slide of Ghost’s thick cock inside of Price drove the entire group further into the cloud of lust and need that had formed over them. Price could feel every line of Ghost’s cock inside of him, rubbing deliciously against his walls and brushing against a spot inside of him that had him seeing stars. The pleasure of it was building inside of him and left him to grip tight to the sheets of the bed they were on for some sort of grounding as it became harder and harder to remember that this was just supposed to be for his team. He shouldn’t have been enjoying himself as much as he so clearly was.

Ghost’s fingers were digging into his neck and hips, strong enough that he was sure he’d at the very least have light bruises marring his skin by the time that they finished. The thought pulled a moan from his lips, a noise that he was quick to muffle into his skin as Ghost continued fucking into Price with a near-feral energy.

Seconds later Price could feel additional hands on his skin, immediately he knew that they belonged to Soap. The hands were overeager and grabby, touching any piece of skin available and pinching and squeezing as he pleased. The contrast between Ghost’s bruising touch, Soap’s eager exploration, and Gaz’s cock still brushing against Price’s face was nearly overwhelming.

The scent of Alpha that seemed to permeate the room was strong and while it would normally have caused Price’s hackles to rise, in that moment all that it made him want to do was submit himself further, to allow his boys to use him however they needed. To be good for his alphas.

“Fuck,” Ghost gave another growl before leaning down to begin licking and nipping across Price’s skin. Price could understand his sudden desperate and erratic movements as he felt the beginnings of Ghost’s knot forming and pressing right up against his aching hole. It felt so fucking good rutting up against the rim of his hole, slowly stretching him further to accommodate his knot and keep him plugged up just perfectly for the man behind him.

“Gonna take Ghost’s knot?” Gaz spoke the words with a low rumble, his eyes glinting with delight as they locked on to the sight of Ghost’s knot just on the verge of slipping inside of his captain. “Gonna let him fuck it into you? Fill you up nice and proper?” All of the men gave a groan at the words and Price could feel as nails dug into his skin, scratching and leaving more desperate marks in their wake.

Ghost was too far gone to even speak, the only things falling from his lips being grunts and growls as he fucked wildly into Price’s waiting hole. Price could do nothing but take it with desperate whines. It wouldn’t be long for him or Ghost, he could tell by the way that his body was beginning to shake and the ever-increasing growls from Ghost seemed to echo around the room.

Suddenly, Ghost’s hand on the back of his neck shifted, sliding around his skin until he could wrap his hand tight around Price’s neck and yank him up onto his knees. Price could feel Ghost’s body pressed against his back and the tight grip that Ghost had on his throat made him keen, pleasure tightening in his gut and threatening to send him toppling forward if Ghost hadn’t had such a good grasp on his throat.

Ghost held Price tightly, keeping him close to his body as his free hand wrapped around Price’s cock to begin working him over in tight quick strokes. The effect was immediate, Price’s body shaking as pleasure wound tighter and tighter before finally snapping, forcing him to send ropes of cum splashing onto the bed in front of him. It was a temporary relief from the pure heat of his rut.

There were several moments where Ghost continued fucking into Price’s lax body, slowly fucking him full of his knot in a way that had Price’s still-hard cock twitching. Another few thrusts and Price could feel Ghost shove himself as deep as he could go, his knot locking him snugly in place as warm cum seemed to fill his insides.

It took several moments for Price to realize what was happening around him after Ghost’s knot popped, the sensation of being so full and having another alpha’s knot inside of him made him feel oddly good. Oddly powerful.

When he did realize, it was because of a low groan spilling from Soap’s lips as he came over his fist, his cock still rock hard as well. One look at Gaz told Price that his sergeant had finished as well, but similar to Soap was still so far in his rut that even the temporary relief wasn’t good enough. Price felt lucky, unlike them his rut wasn’t so strong, merely a temporary thing brought on by the presence of the other alphas, he could deal with his own pleasure, but he knew they wouldn’t make it through this rut without something to bury their knots into and there had been no omegas available to the team. It was why he was here, with Ghost’s knot buried deep inside of him.

There were several moments of silence that fell over the group, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. None of them spoke, Price wasn’t sure what he would say if he did speak. He was letting his boys lead this, they didn’t need an alpha in charge of them at the moment, they needed someone to submit to them, so that's exactly what Price was doing.

It wasn’t until Ghost’s knot started going down that words were finally exchanged between the three members of the team.

“Alright,” Ghost ran an almost soothing hand down Price’s back as he helped carefully lower him down to the bed. A part of Price hated how gentle Ghost was being, it was like the man thought he needed to take care of him and the alpha in him despised that. But the larger part of him nearly preened at the soft attention. “Which one of you is taking him next?”

Soap nearly jumped at the words, scrambling forward quickly, “Me!”

“Absolutely not,” Gaz was quick to reach forward and grab Soap’s arm, yanking him away from Price. Soap gave a growl and was quick to try and yank himself out of Gaz’s grasp. For a short moment, there was a scuffle between the two, each of them snapping, growling, and scratching at each other, fighting for the opportunity to stick their cocks inside of Price first. It was only as the fighting grew worse between them that Price knew someone would need to step in. He could have his sergeants tearing themselves apart like this, no matter how harsh their rut was at the moment.

“Ghost,” he gave a slow gasp as Ghost slowly pulled his cock from inside of him. His knot wasn’t down all the way, but it went down enough that he could pull out, sending a gush of faux slick and cum dripping down Price’s thighs. For a moment, Price couldn’t remember what he was going to tell Ghost. Luckily for him, Ghost seemed to understand.

“I’m on it.” He stood up from the bed and with a quick move he reached into the tangle of limbs that was Gaz and Soap and yanked them apart. Immediately, the two’s yowling turned to him, rage painting their faces at being restrained. Ghost was quick to cower them with a rough grip and a low warning rumble in his chest. “Stop fighting, you look like children.”

He tossed the two apart, making sure to place himself between them so they wouldn’t try anything. Despite now being separated, the two were still glaring at one another, low threatening growls emanating from them as a dangerous scent filled the room. With the two so deep in their ruts it was no surprise they were being so harsh with one another. Ghost gave another quick snap of his teeth to get them quiet, his scent easily overpowering them to assert his dominance in the moment.

“Gaz will take Price next,” Ghost declared. Immediately Soap started complaining, but it was quickly shut down with another low growl from Ghost. “He’s got seniority over you, he takes Price next and you’ll wait your turn.” It was clear Soap wanted to argue, but with another harsh look from Ghost, he was quick to lower his head and give in to the older man’s commands. “Get to it, Sergeant.”

Gaz didn’t hesitate before moving to the bed, a downright predatory look in his eyes as he observed the slick and cum already dripping from Price’s hole. Price had stayed on his hands and knees where Ghost had placed him, assuming that was how the others would want him just as well. He was wrong.

“Gonna feel so good around my knot Captain.” In one quick move, Gaz had shoved Price over onto his back and started to crawl between his legs. His hands were moving in a slow crawl up Price’s bare legs, stopping to squeeze and grip his thighs with twinkling eyes. After a moment, he darted down, licking and sucking at the skin of Price’s inner thighs.

A short gasp escaped Price’s lips at the sensation, his body twitching as his hard cock brushed against Gaz’s face. A moment later and his sergeant had a hand wrapped around his cock, giving careful tight strokes over the heated skin. Price was still desperately sensitive from Ghost fucking into him so roughly, so when Gaz snuck his other hand from Price’s thigh between his legs to begin prodding and teasing at his hole, he nearly jerked out of the younger man’s grasp with the force of the pleasure that hit him.

He squirmed under the touch of both of Gaz’s hands, begs and small weak pleas for more leaving his lips as Gaz only continued to kiss at his leg as he tortured him with slow deliberate touches. “Feels good, doesn’t it,” Gaz muttered the words against his skin, and Price nearly shook at the way they seemed to overwhelm him. He let his head fall back against the bed, his hands reached out for any sort of purchase. He found himself gripping Gaz’s shoulder tight, trying to tug and yank at the younger man so he would just get to it and finally fuck him like he so clearly wanted to.

His nails sunk into Gaz’s shoulders as his sergeant finally slipped a finger inside of him, working it him in a similar way that Ghost had. It wasn’t necessary, he was already well stretched and ready to take Gaz whenever Gaz was ready. It was all a tease, a way for Gaz to draw out the interaction and drive him further into his own pleasure. It was near torturous, though Price did have to applaud his sergeant’s self-control in the face of such an intense rut.

“Gaz,” he gasped for a moment, arching up into the hand against his cock as the younger man tightened his grip and began to work him over slightly faster, building him to an early release. “Kyle,” he tried again, “fuck, fuck, you need to- oh!” His mouth fell open as Gaz added another finger inside of him, causing his legs to twitch just a bit more. Gaz managed to pin him down with his arms, a smug grin on his face as he looked up at Price’s blissed-out face and met his eyes.

Cool embarrassment ran down Price’s spine and he could feel his body flush with a wave of heat. In an attempt to save himself from any mortification over his desperation, he let his head fall to the side, diverting his attention from Gaz and instead to where Ghost and Soap were watching the two, their hands wrapped around their own cocks.

Ghost had moved to a seat across the room, draping himself into it lazily as he worked his cock with slow and steady pumps, his eyes focused in on where Gaz’s fingers disappeared between Price’s cheeks. Soap was a different story.

Soap looked more desperate than he had earlier, and it was clear to see that his rut was getting to him badly now. His cock was flushed and red, the beginnings of his knot peeking out at the base. He was stroking himself furiously, his eyes raking over Price’s body with an intensity that spoke to the hunger in his eyes and the near-feral way that he was touching himself. He met Price’s eyes and gave him a toothy grin, showing off the sharp canines in his mouth in a way that was a mix of a predatory snarl and an anger-filled growl.

Price wondered for a moment if Soap would be able to make it until it was his turn or if the rut would overwhelm his mind and force him to take action and try to take his place inside of Price. For a moment, Price’s mind conjured images of Gaz and Soap snarling at each other as they tried to bully their cocks into him at the same time. The mental image pulled a near-pornographic moan from his mouth as his eyes stayed focused on Soap’s desperate face.

Suddenly there was a stinging pain in his leg, sending a quick yelp from his mouth as he turned to growl at the man responsible for the sudden pain. Gaz didn’t seem at all affected by his angered growl, quickly giving one of his own in return as he pulled his teeth from Price’s leg, a pretty indentation of his mouth left on Price’s skin where he’d bitten.

He rose from between Price’s legs, removing his hands from where they’d been torturing the captain to instead grip at his hips and yank him down the bed until his hard cock was pressed against Price’s ass. He took a few moments, rutting against him as his hands fumbled with the bottle of faux slick that Ghost had left on the bed. “I’m fucking you right now,” he spoke, his voice lowered into something harsh and desperate. He let some of the slick spill down onto his cock before wrapping a hand around himself to spread the substance with a pleased hiss. “I’m fucking you, not Soap. You pay attention to me.”

With those words, he yanked Price closer, slinging one of his legs around his waist and the other over his shoulder before pushing the head of his cock into Price’s waiting hole. The combination of the manhandling and jealousy had Price feeling almost weak, with a strong desire to just fully submit to the man slowly sliding his cock inside of him crashing over him in waves. He wanted more. He wanted to belong to the other alphas in the room completely and utterly.

Gaz’s grip on Price’s legs tightened as he bottomed out, his hips never stopping as he continued with slow shallow thrusts of his hips that had Price clawing at his back in desperation, the short bursts of pleasure running down his legs like electricity. “Fuck,” Gaz tilted his head forward with a moan, his chest heaving with the effort it took to hold himself back from just violently fucking into Price how he so desperately wanted to.

“Feels fucking perfect, doesn’t he?” Ghost chimed in, his hand still keeping a steady pressure on his cock. Price keened at his words, the praise sending a pleased tingle down his spine.

“Like he was made for me,” Gaz confirmed. Another pleased groan left his lips as he started fucking Price in earnest, pulling his hips back just to slam back into him over and over again. Price’s eyes nearly rolled back at the feeling, his nails digging into Gaz’s skin, scratching long lines onto his back as his legs began to shake and pleasure pooled so strongly at his gut.

Price could hear Soap give a groan from his place next to the bed and based on the scent that was flooding through the room it was clear he was growing impatient. He could hear the breathed-out call of, “fuck,” from the sergeant as Gaz continued to mercilessly plow into Price’s hole, groaning and growling as he did.

Gaz was less violent than Ghost was, but he was no less talented with his thick cock, fucking Price nice and deep with every thrust and refusing to slow, even as his knot swelled and began making it harder to fully fuck into Price at the pace that he’d set.

The feeling of Gaz’s thick knot moving in and out of his hole for several moments was enough to have him spilling again, cum splashing onto his stomach as his mind went blissfully blank for several moments, still too overwhelmed with the continued sensations of Gaz fucking into him to fully return to itself.

“Fuck,” Gaz gave a choked-out groan, his knot catching on Price’s hole and finally locking him fully inside. He didn’t stop fucking Price, not yet, he just kept moving as much as he could. He ran a hand down Price’s face, admiring the lost and desperate look that his captain wore, “I think I fucked his brains out.” Those words pulled a laugh from Ghost and a pleased groan from Soap.

“Hurry the fuck up, would you?” Soap bit out at Gaz, spilling over his fist for the second time of the night, “I’m going to lose it.” His accent sounded extra thich in the moments and Price could barely focus enough to decipher the words for several moments. Luckily Gaz understood him just fine and gave a pleasure-filled laugh in response as he continued pounding his cock into Price.

“Don’t worry,” he assured Soap, his eyes turning back to examine Price, “I won’t be- fuck, won’t last much longer.”

He leaned down then, pressing one of Price’s legs close to his chest in a good stretch, all so that he could let his mouth taste exposed skin. After a moment he let himself press his and Price’s lips together, forcing Price to accept his invading tongue, and the sting of his teeth nipped at his lips. Price gave in rather quickly, allowing Gaz his control and giving a little whimper in return. The noise was enough to send Gaz’s hips stuttering and cum to begin to spill into Price’s waiting hole.

“Holy fuck,” Gaz buried his face into Price’s shoulder, gripping tight to him as he slowly rocked his hips through his orgasm. Price couldn’t say anything, his body feeling alight with warmth as he felt the success of taking care of another one of his boys flooding between his legs.

Things were quiet for a moment as Price and Gaz stayed where they were. Gaz’s face was buried in Price’s neck and it only took the older man a moment to realize that the other was taking slow deep breaths of his scent. It only took him another moment to realize that Gaz was also rubbing his cheek against his face slowly and his hands up and down his legs, subtly scenting him. He knew he shouldn’t have let him, but a part of him deep down was pleased with it, so he said nothing and just let it continue as Gaz’s knot began to slowly soften.

Gaz wasn’t even able to pull out yet when Soap decided that he was done waiting. His scent was thick and made even more prevalent when he took a handful of Price’s hair and used it to bring his face flush to his crotch. It was thick and heady and Price gave a harsh whine as it overwhelmed his senses.

“Be gentle now mate,” Gaz reminded Soap, his hands stroking lightly over Price’s hips. He hadn’t bothered to take his face out of Price’s neck and instead had just peeked up at the other man. “Don’t want to break him.”

“No,” Soap agreed, slowly rutting his cock over Price’s cheek, “I just want to use his mouth until you can get out of him. Fuck,” he gave a low growl and took himself in his freehand, guiding the tip of his cock to Price’s lips, “C’mon, help me out here.”

“Open up for your alpha,” Ghost called from the other side of the room. Price couldn’t see his face, but he could hear the amusement in his voice. “Suck him off like a good boy.”

“Yeah,” Gaz agreed, burying his face back into Price’s neck. Price could feel his grin against his skin, “Open up for your alpha. You’re meant to please us aren’t you?”

Price took only a moment before slowly letting his lips fall open, allowing Soap to begin rutting the tip of his swollen cock against Price’s tongue. Price moaned at the taste, but that was soon muffled as Soap used his hand in his hair to guide him down onto his cock, forcing him to take his length further into his mouth, further and further until he was nudging into the back of Price’s throat and forcing him to gag around the length of him. He was quick to pull back after that, but it didn’t stop him from creating a slow rhythm, fucking Price’s mouth with desperate moans, his grip in his captain’s hair almost bruising.

“Look at that,” Ghost cooed, “he’s fucking drooling.”

True enough, there was spit dripping down Price’s chin as his mouth was used, saliva forming to create a nice slide over his tongue and to his throat. He was doing what he could, sucking and swirling his tongue around Soap’s length, but the majority of it was Soap himself guiding the movement. “He’s fucking good at this,” he groaned and tightened his grip on Price’s hair, forcing him to move faster on his cock. “Could knot his fucking mouth.”

Gaz gave a laugh at those words, “Best not mate, besides I’m almost there, just a few more moments.” He turned to coo at Price after those words, rutting his hips and still swollen knot into him again, forcing a moan from his lips. The moan was quick to have Soap doubling over, the vibrations from it sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.

“Trying to make me knot his fucking mouth,” Soap growled out, his hips stuttering for a moment before he found his rhythm again.

“Nah,” Gaz started to slowly pull himself out of Price’s tight warmth, his knot just down enough to allow him to pull out with a pop, his own cum leaking from between Price’s legs. He was quick to reach down and swipe through the mess, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean as he moved out from between Price’s thighs and toward the other side of the room to join Ghost. “He’s all yours, mate.”

Price could hear the pleased growl that Soap gave at those words and when his mouth was pulled roughly away from Soap’s cock, he could see the look in the others eyes and he knew that he was certainly in for it. Of course, he’d expected at least one of the boys to be this far gone when he finally got to them, but knowing that and seeing and smelling it were two different things.

Soap grabbed tight to one of Price’s legs, using it to drag him down to the edge of the bed and flip him to his stomach, forcing him to bend over the very edge. His hands ran down Price’s spine, pulling a shiver from his body before, rather suddenly, Soap shoved his cock inside of Price with one harsh thrust.

The move sent twin groans echoing around the room and, before he even had a chance to adjust to Soap inside of him, Soap was fucking into him with a harsh pace. The sound of skin slapping skin seemed to echo around the room violently and Price could do nothing but take it.

Soap wrapped a hand in Price’s hair, gripping it tight and yanking his head back so he could drape himself across his back and bury his face into his neck. Feral growls escaped his lips with every thrust of his hips and the sound of them right in his ear seemed to make Price’s mind go blank and his knees grow weak with desire. It felt so fucking good.

Soap was hitting deep inside of him with every thrust, nailing a spot inside of him that had his entire body going weak and an undignified moan forced from his lips. “Yes, fuck, Soap! Again, there ag- fuck!”

He’d always been good at following instructions, and he proved that now, nailing that spot over and over and forcing Price’s mouth to fall open, steady moans pulling from his throat as he lost any and all semblance of control that he held. Gone was the embarrassment, gone was the hesitation. All that was left was the strong desire to submit.

Begs and pleas spilled from his lips, pulling delighted laughs and moans from the men around the room, devious grins on their faces as they enjoyed the sight of Soap turning their captain into nothing more than a doll for their pleasure.

“Our fucking omega, isn’t that right?” Soap growled at one point, a wicked grin on his face. Price didn’t answer at first, unable to form words around the assault on his senses. Soap fixed that with a quick slap to his ass, “Answer me, pretty.”

“Yes!” Price responded, his voice weak and his mind too far gone to realize what he was saying or doing. “Your omega! Yours!” And, to prove it, he bared his mating gland to the men, offering himself up to be taken and mated. Truly made theirs.

Nothing stopped, Soap kept fucking Price and Gaz and Ghost kept watching. They all knew that Price didn’t know what he was doing offering himself up like that. They had no intention of taking advantage of their captain like that, not when he’d already done so much for them. Not when he’d already submitted to them just for them to make it through their rut.

“God,” Soap’s hips began to stutter, “I’m going to- fuck!” Without warning, he finished. The last of the alpha’s knots finally fit snugly in place as he spilled his seed inside of his captain. Of course, for several long moments, he was overwhelmed with the pleasure and unable to do anything, but soon he was slouching forward and wrapping an arm around Price’s waist so that he could reach his hard cock.

He wrapped his hand around Price and gave several tight quick jerks, rather quickly working Price to his third finish of the night and forcing him to spill onto the bed beneath his hips. Soap groaned as the move forced Price to clench around his cock, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Price was still too far gone, exhaustion and the comedown of an overwhelming high pulling at his bones and forcing his eyes to go heavy. He gave a dissatisfied groan when he was moved off of the bed, but it wasn’t too much of an issue as he was carefully positioned so that he had his legs around Soap’s waist as the other carried him into the restroom to begin cleaning what he could from between his legs and off of his skin.

Price said nothing as this was happening. He just rested his head on Soap’s shoulder and tried not to blush as the scot muttered words of praise into his ear as he cleaned him. Mutters of how well he’d done, how good of a captain he was, how good he felt. It all rushed through him with a pleasant warmth that made him feel even closer to passing out.

Soon enough, Soap finished cleaning between his legs and picked him up to bring him back into the room. Even in his addled state, Price could tell that Gaz and Ghost had changed the sheets on the bed. So when he was pulled under the covers of the clean sheets, he felt even warmed. His alphas were so good to him. They were taking care of him so well.

He was still wrapped up in Soap’s arms, but soon he could feel someone else wrap their arms around him from behind. It only took a moment for Price to identify it as Gaz by his scent. Then there was someone lying on top of him, providing a comforting weight as his eyes began to droop even lower. That weight was clearly Ghost and Price found himself all too pleased to have all three of his alphas wrapped around him at once.

“Did so good for us, Cap.” Gaz pressed a kiss to Price’s skin and Price gave a contented sigh in return.

“Took care of my alphas?” His mind was already drifting off to sleep.

“You did,” Ghost confirmed, “took care of us so well, love. Just perfect.”

Price’s breathing evened out. His mind drifted away into rest, with his last thought being that he was so glad that he was the one to take care of his boys.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #poly141 #poly 141 #price/gaz #price/ghost #price/soap #pricegaz #priceghost #pricesoap #john price x kyle garrick #john price x soap mactavish #john price x simon “ghost” riley #john price x ghost #a/b/o dynamics

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shxnhes · 8 months

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── 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑ೃ꙳⊹

﹟ alhaitham : yae : tighari : x gn!reader : after writing out your fantasies, you happen to take your novel to the person you trust best to review and revise it, but they end up taking a more hands on approach in demonstrating and correcting you than you anticipated.

mdni. cws: adult content, degradation (alhaitham.) roleplaying (alhaitham.) oral giving and swallowing (alhaitham, yae.) cunnilingus (yae.) anal (tighnari.) marking (tighnari.) implied handjob/fingering (tighnari.). establish relationship alhaitham, ambiguous relationship yae, tighnari. gender not specified. not proof-read. prompt taken from @hunnieknight

ALHAITHAM ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ low grunts filled the room as your tongue swirled around your lover’s cock, diligently fulfilling your role like the novel character, his fingers tugging at your hair as he forces you further down, as you nearly choke on his girth. “make sure to swallow everything your master has to give you, you slut.” your nose was hitting his pelvis, jaw hurting slightly as he finished right down your throat, keeping you there for a moment as you swallowed the bitter liquid, opening your mouth to show him with a dopey smile just how good you were for him. “i swallowed it all for you, master.” as you say that he scoffs, glaring down at you as you correct yourself. “that was delicious, master Haitham. thank you.” his fingers remove themself from your hair, wiping at your lips with a tissue as he helps you back up. “it was pretty close to the original novel you wrote, but i’ll need to try out the other scenes first before deciding how realistic the rest of the scenes were written.” just as he said that, you found yourself being stripped of your clothes in an instant, something hard already poking at you, it was going to be a long night.

YAE MIKO ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “and this is the part of the novel where the main character pulls away, but i think it should be revised; the scene is now one where they drink it all up, not letting even a little escape their lips.” Yae instructed you, squeezing her thighs around your head, as they rest on your shoulders and neck, pulling you even closer to her as you felt the warm liquid trickle into your lips, huffing against her as you greedily lap it all up, tongue swirling not letting a drop spill from your lips as you swallow. somehow you were more exhausted than her, not that you were complaining as she grabs your chin, staring down at you with your draft opened in her free hand. her thin and cold fingertips grace your lips, prying your mouth open just for her to make sure that you swallowed all she had given to you. “very good, now let’s move onto the next scene, shall we my dear best selling author?” her plush thighs release you from their clutches as she closes the book, grinning down at you as she pins you to the bed, needing both her hands and full attention now for what she were about to do to you. “prepare yourself,” she whispered in your ear like the character in your novel, how kind of her to help you revise your novel.

TIGHNARI ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “this is more accurate to what would happen,” the fox-boy hybrid groaned in your ear, snapping his hips against you, wrecking your ass nonchalantly as he read your book. you let out a garbled response, something incoherent as your drool stained the pillow, face burrowing further into it, his hot breath hitting your shoulder as he licked the skin lightly before biting down, marking the area with a fresh mark, just like in your novel. “my teeth are slightly different than a human’s, this should help you be able to describe the sensation better.” he commented, nails digging into your waist as he slowly picked up the pace, your body already trembling as he slip a hand downward, as you tried your best to speak. “p-please, Nari!” you begged just like your character in the scene, not able to see his smile as his ears twitched able to hear that cry. without a second of delay, his fingers started working at your front. you’d have to write about beastmen more often if this was the type of feedback you’d get asking Tighnari for help.

© shxnhes ೃ꙳⊹── recently recovering from writer’s block. had the strong urge to write about yae. yes i did write this all of this in half an hour. a bit short but there is no plot, and this is my whore era.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin alhaitham x reader #yae x reader #yae miko x reader #tighnari x reader #genshin tighnari x reader #genshin smut #alhaitham smut #yae miko smut #tighari smut

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gatorlovebot · 8 months

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continuation of this blurb here. read the rest of king!simon blurbs here.

you had gone to sleep in your our own bed for the first time in weeks, at the absolute horror of your king.

(“what if i start internally bleeding in my sleep and you’re not here?”

“well, your highness, the doctor said the risk of complication was almost at zero now. and how would i even be able to tell if you were bleeding internally?”)

it wasn’t an easy conversation, having to put your foot down to your king for the first time in a while. but you felt it was important to go back to your routine. put a little bit of space between the two of you again.

you would be lying if you said the encounter with simon’s new secretary hadn’t stuck with you. he only had to take one look at you to decide that you were nothing more than someone to keep simon’s bed warm. you know that’s not true, you know that your relationship with simon is complex and one based on respect and honor. but you can’t help but let the looks and the harsh words from others eat away at you.

you weren’t excited to start sleeping in your lumpy bed again, but you needed to face the reality that this is your life, your life is not sleeping in simon’s bed every night.

but when you awaken, you awake to a sharp pain across your skull and blurry vision. you had felt fine the previous evening, having walked all the way down to your sleeping quarters with no issues. you had no idea what could possibly be making your head feel this way. you force yourself onto your feet and that seems to make the pain worse, pressure behind your eyes making you want to curl up and cry. you took pride in being by simon’s side everyday but you would be no help to him in this condition.

you make the trek to the grand kitchen, hoping to intercept one of the maids before they bring up simon’s breakfast. usually by now you would be upstairs, picking out simon’s clothes. as he’d dress you’d accept breakfast from a maid at the door and the two of you would eat together. that wouldn’t be happening this morning.

once you make it to the kitchen you squint through all of the light streaming in from the big windows and feel relief when you see the maid who usually brings up simon’s breakfast prepping the trays.

she notices you before you can open your mouth to speak, “oh, it’s you.” she remarks, sounding shocked. “what a sight, to see you outside of the king’s room for once.”

it’s an easy dig, a version you’ve heard many times, but it digs up shame, knowing that sleeping in simon’s bed for the past weeks will make the gossip and teasing even worse for you. but you can’t begin to deal with that now in your stricken state.

“yes, i woke up in my bed this morning with terrible pain in my head.” you begin to explain. you don’t know why you even tell her you were in your bed, she probably won’t even believe you or care. “when you bring up his breakfast, could you please inform him that i won’t be available to assist him today?”

she smirks and if it was any other day you’d give it back to her but right now you feel like you can barely stand on your own feet. you just try to grit your teeth and brace for her response, “i bet the king will be devastated,” she teases, “oh well, maybe i’ll just have to offer the king my own services.”

good luck with that, you think, reflecting on the countless times simon has rebuffed the advances of other female staff. simon wasn’t someone who cared about intimacy or companionship, he’d rather laugh in the face of another handmaiden who tried to seduce him with their big bust size than let them in his bed.

“best of luck with that.” you dig back before turning back to make the walk to your sleeping quarters.

you could cry when you finally reach your room, legs giving out the last few steps to your bed, body so exhausted from the painful assault going on in your head. you curl up under your blanket, using your pillow to cover your eyes to block out any light as you pray for sleep.

you awake to a knocking at your door. letting out expletives as you untangle yourself from your blankets. your head still feels like its being split open, maybe the sleep made it worse. you manage to make it to the door and when you open it reveals the concerned face of one of simon’s guards. simon’s guards were some of the only men on castle grounds that you felt comfortable around as they were always pleasant and kind, wishing you a good morning and a good evening as you came and went from the king’s chambers.

“the king sent for me, he’s concerned about your wellbeing and doesn’t want to continue his day without you.” the guard explains as you squint against the light coming in from the corridor. “he ordered me to bring you up to him, regardless of your condition. or your protests.” he tacks on, with a hint of humor in his voice. the guards are pretty much the only members of simon’s men that understands your true relationship with the king. they hear your inside jokes, the way you talk to the king casually, they understand your friendship to the king unlike anyone else.

“i figured simon would send someone for me.” you sighed, knowing how stubborn simon can be and how little he takes no as an answer. you figured he would want to see you with his own eyes before going on with his day without you. “can i hold onto your arm? i don’t think i can make it up all those stairs on my own.”

the guard wordlessly holds his arm out to you and you loop yours around it, thankful for the kind gesture. you make your way up to the king's chambers, heavily leaning against the guard the entire trip with your eyes squinted against all the light coming into the castle. it’s a relief when you finally reach simon’s door.

the guard leads you inside and presents you to simon, who was stood at the end of his bed looking at pairs of pants strewn across the blankets. “your highness,” the guard announces, “your handmaiden, as requested.”

simon gives you an assessing look before nodding to the guard, “thank you, back to position.” the guard leaves the room and you begin to make your way over to simon’s bed to sit, but he intercepts you before you make it. he places his big hands on your shoulders to halt your movement and gives your face an appraising look. “the maid that brought me my breakfast said you weren’t able to execute your duties today.”

you nod as you squint up at him, “i woke with a terrible pain in my head.” there’s a slight whine in your voice that you would feel embarrassed about if you weren’t consumed by the white, hot pain in your skull.

he raises one of his eyes, “you were just going to suffer by yourself?” he questions, leading you over to his bed and you shamelessly sink into the soft blankets, curling up around his perfectly tailored pants.

“what else was i supposed to do?” you mewl, feeling like a child being scolded by their mother. when you awoke this morning you felt that the best course of action was to allow the pain to pass on your own, you were no use to simon and maybe a day apart would do the both of you some good.

he picks up one of your limp hands and brings it up his face, lips brushing against your palm as he growls out, “you don’t have the choice to hide from me.”

“simon,” you try to counter but he’s already releasing your hand and turning back towards the door. your motivations for staying in your chambers were pure, you couldn't keep up with simon today in your state, but it seems that maybe he had caught on to your little plan of keeping distance between each other. even after all of these years you had no idea why he always needed you when he had a number of other female staff.

“i’m going to call for the doctor, i need you better so you can help me pick out some fucking pants.”

#gator.writing #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost headcanon #simon ghost riley imagine #ghost x reader #cod x reader #king simon

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keesdarlin · 4 months

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☆// coming home (MDNI, 18+)

info! keegan russ / fluff, established relationship + gender neutral reader

cw! n/a

notes! don't entirely feel like i did this idea justice, but i did my best for it being day 6 of this stupid respiratory infection. enjoy :]

5:24, his watch blinked at him. he closed the door softly behind himself, stepping into the house. god, finally home. it had felt like years since he’d seen this place; the cozy living room, the light of a brightening sky streaming in through kitchen windows. in reality, it had been 5 months (too many) of him out in the field and away from you. he was just happy to be back, to be able to wake up to your pretty face in the morning.

the tv was on in the living room, playing the early morning news with the volume so low he found himself straining to hear it at all. he stepped forward, starting to look for the remote when he saw you laid across the couch, hugging a pillow with a throw blanket pulled up to your chin. he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. without looking away, he felt around the coffee table for the remote and turned off the tv. hummed as he knelt down beside you, kissing your forehead feather-light. gently rested a hand on your shoulder.

you stirred in your sleep, humming and turning towards him. you yawned, arms stretching out under your blanket, blinking sleepily. “kees? ‘s that you?” you mumbled.

keegan couldn’t help but break out in a grin at the nickname. he nodded, knowing that you probably couldn’t see it in the poor lighting. “mhm, it’s me, baby.”

“hi,” you greeted sleepily. gave a tired smile and leaned in to kiss him. then you started to sit up, movements a little more hurried but still groggy. “wait, what time is it?”

keegan looked down at his watch again, more out of habit than anything. “it’s late. i’m sorry for waking you-”

“you’re early,” you mumbled, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch to sit up properly. “i was gonna wake up early, make breakfast…”

he chuckled fondly. dropped his duffle and nudged it under the coffee table. there would be time to deal with all of the unpacking later. “no, it’s okay, baby. you can still make me breakfast in the morning,” he assured you, tone light and warm. “for now, let’s just get you to bed.”

you hummed at the idea, letting him pull you into his arms and lift you. you rested against his chest, content to listen to the beating of his heart in his chest as he carried you through the house.

“you try to stay up for me last night?” he teased softly, thumb tracing patterns into the back of your knee.

“mhm. in case you came home early, but… guess i fell asleep,” you answered through another yawn.

“glad you did,” he mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear. “don’t like you staying up for me. i’m glad you got the rest.” he nudged open the bedroom door with the toe of his shoe, careful not to hit any part of you on the doorframe accidentally.

another hum from you, sleep creeping back in on you. “‘m so glad you’re home.”

keegan smiled again, gently lowering you into your shared bed. “me too,” he whispered, giving you another forehead kiss.

he took a step back, but your arm shot out to grab for him, catching his wrist. “wait. where are you going?”

another smile as he knelt down beside your bed, holding your hand in his. “i’m just gonna change into something more comfortable, baby. i’ll be right back, i promise.”

you nodded, half awake as you watched him go to dig through his dresser. a moment later he was crawling into bed beside you, pulling you against his chest and hugging you to himself firmly enough to tell you how difficult the past 5 months had been without you by his side. “you don’t need a shower or anything?” you murmured, twisting around to face his chest.

he shook his head. “no. showered earlier. just wanna be here with you.” and now, with you against his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest, all the exhaustion of the past few months seeped into his bones like water into sand. his eyelids grew heavy with the warmth of you against him.

“i love you so much,” you mumbled. “no alarms for tomorrow. just wake me up when you’re ready.”

he hummed, lips pressed to the crown of your head. “will do. love you too.” and with that, he let the exhaustion pull him under, thinking about how much he loved coming home to a sweet thing like you.

#keegan x reader #keegan russ x reader #keegan p russ x reader #keegan russ x male reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x male reader #call of duty x male reader #keegan fluff #keegan russ fluff #can you tell he's my favorite?#UGH i love him so much #like imagine coming home to this man #OR BETTER YET HIM COMING HOME TO YOU UGH #also he would totally own a digital watch tell me i'm wrong #18+ mdni #mdni

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inklore · 2 years

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bleed so pretty

premise: eddie leaves you with a reminder of who you belong to, that he’ll always come back for you, that you’re his.

pairing: ghostface!eddie munson x (f)reader

word count: 1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, dubcon (i wrote this with the idea that reader and eddie had agreed to all of this, therefore consensual noncon is also a warning), rough sex, knife play, blood play, branding (marking/carving), pain kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, hair pulling.

etc: it’s finally happened, i see the appeal of mr ghostface and i’m a dirty whore because of it. this is completely an anons fault ok!

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

He has you on your knees, your face pushed into your pillows by one of his gloved hands. The hold he has in your hair makes your skull ache and itch from the pull. The screams you’re letting out scald your throat like you’re swallowing a pitcher of hot water.

Like you’re being fucked torturously hard, your insides over sensitive and burning from the pull and drag of his cock in your tightness; the head of his length continuing to kiss, poke, fuck all those spots that usually go unreached. That has your nails paining from how hard you’re gripping the plush of your comforter.

Your body is blazing, the only relief you get—the only cool thing that helps you breathe, that keeps you from passing out from everything—is from the tears that have stained your cheeks, coming down in pools and onto your pillow to leave you in a teary-snotted mess.

And then there’s the coolness from the knife at your hip. The one in his grip as he digs his fingers into your side to pull you back onto his cock, meeting his hard thrusts relentlessly and without remorse. Without a care that you’re a trembling screaming mess, begging him, pleading; for what? To be free? For him to stop? No, no.

“You don’t want me to stop. The proof is on my cock.” His voice is muffled from the mask, making him sound even more menacing and scary. Has your heart beating heavy, your walls clenching around him.

“I told you I’d come back for you.” The bite of the tip of the knife makes your back arch, body flinching, sobs hiccuping in your throat as your nerves mix in with the undeniable pleasure and pain that’s wrecking your body. He runs the tip of the knife down your spine, light, slow, all it would take is a little bit of pressure and it’d have you bleeding. “You’re mine.” A hard thrust has you crying out, “say it. Say you’re mine.”

You’re too busy choking on tears and pleas and whimpers that you can’t get anything out, the only response he gets is muffled and delirious and it’s not good enough for him.

The scream you let out from the tug of your hair, him pulling you head first up to him so your back is at his chest. The blade of the knife now at your neck. Your face feels raw and red from the friction of his thrusts, from your blubbering. You wonder if he’s smiling under the mask with the way he lets his gloves run along the tears before he grips your jaw tightly to keep you steady.

The pressure of the knife at your throat makes your body shiver, just as much as it makes your pussy clench. “Do I need to remind you how this works? That you do as I say? That you’re mine?”

You can barely shake your head from the hold he has on your jaw. But even the small movement you’re able to do is not good enough for him. The disapproving hum he lets out makes you look up at him with pleading eyes, with eyes that say you’ll do whatever he wants, just don’t hurt you.

It’s not good enough.

The whiplash you get from him slamming your body bad down onto the bed makes you dizzy. So dizzy that you don’t comprehend that the weight of his forearm is heavy at the your shoulder blades, his cock still inside of you but unmoving, the blade of the knife pressed hard into your lower back.

“Maybe I should give you a reminder. So you never forget who you belong to.”

There’s not time for you to process, to say anything before you feel the deep dig of the blade into your flesh; cutting, slicing, making you scream into your pillow for a whole other reason than you were seconds ago.

It’s a scream that doesn’t stop; that lights a whole other type of fire in your belly, a disgusting ache that’s unnerving and so good, one that doesn’t stop. Not until he’s done. Not until he finally pulls the blade from your shaking body, the pressure of his body from your back—his cock still throbbing and moving languid and slow inside of your pulsing heat, the speed picking up as he lifts your hips to put you back in position. An arm around your waist to hold up your wobbling body.

Your entire being is burning, stinging, aching, feeling a new kind of weak. Of wrecked.

You don’t have to ask, to reach back and feel your new wounds, your new brand, to know that he’s carved his initials into your flesh. The smell of copper stings your nose as you finally breathe in the air of something other than the pillow.

And with each hard thrust of his hips into you, has the ripple of your ass making the gashes pang and throb even more.

Like a tantilizing fucked up reminder that he’s marked your body forever, of him, for him. It makes you whimper in pain—laced with lustful anguish.

“Do you know now?” He grunts, deep, like he’s really enjoying this, like he’s never felt, saw, had anything more beautiful than you. “Know who you belong to?”

“Y-yes,” you choke out, your voice a croak of a sob.

“Good girl.” There’s a hiss coming from your lungs, your body trying to retreat from his again as he runs a finger along the brand. “So pretty,” your back is being arched again, pressed to his front, the knife still pressed at your hips where his arm is wrapped around. While his other hand brings itself to your mouth, his gloved fingers coated in your blood. There’s no asking, or request, just a silent demand as he shoves them inside of your mouth. Drool and spit meeting the taste of copper on your tongue. Your own blood being swallowed down around his fingers, “let this be your reminder. You’re mine.”

#ghostface!eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson #ghostface!eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #tw dubcon #tw dark content

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harlowsbby · 7 months

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Snooze

“I can’t lose when I’m with you.” - Sza

“Here you go cheating again this is why I can’t play simple games like Uno with you.” You pouted and tossed down the card games while Jack laughed.

The two of you were in New York City for the weekend, Jack had a few things to take care of but by the amount of rain all of his meetings were called off for the day which you were secretly happy about because all you wanted to do was stay inside and watch endless movies with him.

“You wanna play another board game Jack? Or do you wanna do something else.” You stated as you went ahead and put back the Uno cards.

“Whatever you wanna do baby it doesn’t matter to me.” He smiled as he leaned back into the bed his chain hanged loosely on his bare chest and his gray sweats hung loosely on his waist.

“Anything?” You smirked and his eyebrow raised in confusion. “What are you planning in that head of yours?”

“What about I give you a little makeover?” You asked him and before he could say anything you were digging through your luggage for your makeup bag.

Once you found it you sat on top of him, his hands kept your steady as you placed the makeup bag beside him before getting out your tweezers and a few pimple patches and placing them on his chest.

“What’s all this?” He asked as you held up the tweezers. “These are tweezers and I’m gonna help you shape up your eyebrows a bit they look a bit wild right now.”

His eyebrows immediately furrowed together. “Uh I don’t think so baby, I’m a man I don’t need my eyebrows all shaped up and shit what do I look like?” You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You act like I’m going to fill them in I’m just plucking a few hairs at the top that have been bugging me that’s all, I’m not shaping them or anything you’ll still be looking like a damn squirrel.” You joked and he pinched your hips making you hiss.

“What was that for?” You groaned and leaned forward so you’d be able to see the hairs you needed to pluck. “For being a smart ass.” Surprisingly he was very quiet and wasn’t moaning and groaning while you were doing his eyebrows.

“Now that we’re done with that I’m gonna apply these pimple patches to a few of your friends I’ve seen growing on your face.” He gasped.

“That wasn’t very nice babe.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Oh well you’ll be fine.”

Jack watched as you stuck your tongue out due to you concentrating. He found so much joy and comfort in doing little silly things like this with you. He never thought in a million years he’d be laid up with someone as special as you.

You’re the only person he’d allow to pluck his eyebrows even though he didn’t really enjoy it or that it made him feel manly, as long as it brought you enjoyment and entertainment he’d do it a million times more.

“There you go.” You smiled and nodded in approval at the pimple patches.

“How long do these stay on my face?” He asked you. “You keep them on overnight.” You stated and the two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes till your stomach rumbled.

“You hungry?” Jack laughed and reached out for the menu that had everything room service had to offer. “Just a little.” You mumbled shyly.

“What do you want to eat.” You took the menu out his hands. “You wanna get chicken strips and fries?” He nodded his head. “Sounds good to me baby. What are we gonna do till it gets here?”

“I can give you a little facial? With a few of my skincare products.” He nodded his head and leaned back into the pillow as you started getting your products ready.

“I’m gonna apply this green tea mask to your skin it’s supposed to clear up pores and give you glass type skin.”

“Sounds good babe.” You gently applied the mask along his cheeks, forehead and chin. “Now I’m gonna place these little under eye ask under your eyes they help with the puffiness.”

“You’re saying I got baggy eyes now? Last time I checked people giving facials didn’t point out their clients insecurities.” He joked and you slapped his chest slightly.

“Oh just hush I’m helping you get a little 24 hour glow up you should be happy I’m not charging you any interest.” He couldn’t help but to burst into a fit of laughter.

“You’re silly baby you know that.”

“Hmm whatever.” The two of you were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Room service.”

“Jack can you get the door.” His eyes widened. “Baby I’m not going up there with all of this on my face ain’t no way.” You pouted. “All I have on is these little shorts and a tank top do you really want him to see me like this.” You stated and Jack sighed.

“Fine, you’re lucky I love you.” You giggled as he stood up and made his way towards the door.

“Room service for Jack Har-.” The guy stopped talking as he did a double take on Jack. “You’re girl?” He questioned with a slight laugh.

“What gave it away.” Jack mumbled. “The heart shaped pimple patches.” He pointed out and Jack groaned but took the food and made his way back to you.

“Heart shape pimple patches really babe?” You shrugged your shoulders and snatched a fry.

“What? It’s all I had but come on let’s eat I’m starving.” You grabbed your food and started digging in.

Jack would never admit it but he liked being pampered from time to time. Even though you tended to be a pain at times he wouldn’t want his life to be any other way. He knew with you by his side he could never lose.

(Hope you guys enjoy 💘 this will be my last little fluff for a bit I need to get back to the angst sorry y’all 💀)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n

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chellestrash · 7 months

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Ethan Sawyer x F!Reader

summary: Ethan with a beard? Maybeeee?

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), teasing, pet names

a/n: if you saw any typos...no you didn't. this is my fifth fic this week for @bernthirst-events help!

The scent of the fresh mountain air fills your lungs the second you begin to stir in your sleep. Snuggling closer into one of the big pillows on the big wooden bed, you exhale quietly, keeping your eyes closed for another moment, hoping to be able to rest for at least a little while longer.

Your muscles relax, your body slowly letting you drift off back to sleep before suddenly, you hear the footsteps. Despite keeping your eyes closed, your eyebrows pull together at the sound, but you wait patiently, still not fully convinced whether you should try to get up or allow yourself to rest some more. After the sound of footsteps approaches your side of the room, you feel the mattress dip under the weight of Ethan's body when he sits down next to you at the edge of the bed. It's good to have him back. His work trips never took more than a couple days but this one, for some reason felt particularly long.

Still not moving, you wait to see what he does. His face blocks out the light from the balcony when he checks if you're awake before you feel his fingers brush over your back through the fabric of your shirt, well... his shirt you chose to sleep in. Not getting a reaction out of you, he sighs quietly, whispering a gentle “baby?” before pressing his palm against your lower back. Watching your body raise and fall quietly with your steady breathing, he waits another moment, hoping you'll come to him before leaning down closer to you.

Bunching up the fabric of the shirt and pulling it up your body he exposes your back, the cold air from the open window hits your skin, and it's a split second before you feel the contrasting heat of his lips in the same spot. The kisses continue, over your back, up to your spine and then neck, one final kiss behind your ear, and you finally, finally give him a response.

A deep breath, followed by a loud hum as your body moves on the bed, attempting to find a slightly more comfortable position.

“Oh, oh shit, I woke you up?”

He whispers, lips brushing over your earlobe gently, a tickling sensation runs through your body, and you groan, disproving.

He knew he woke you up, it was his plan from the beginning you knew it, and you were pretty sure he knew you were aware of it.

“Sawyer I swear-”

You start and feel his deep, grumbly chuckle against your skin.

“Yeah yeah.”

He mumbles, digging his arm under your sleepy body before he turns you to lay on your back. You keep your eyes closed, shutting them tight and turning your head away from the source of light, finally settling on covering half of your face with the back of your arm.

“C'mon baby, I need a kiss goodbye. Gotta leave for the station”

You shake your head, a loud grunt, disagreeing with his words, your way of protesting against the Sheriff's decision to send Ethan back to work the same day he got back from the field. 'Some paperwork' he explained over the phone on his way to you the night before but, it still didn't sit right with you.

“Oh really? You want me to be late?”

He attempts to bargain, but you turn your face away, feeling more and more awake now but still not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“I'm asleep Sawyer.”

You mumble, stirring underneath his body, trying to push him off. One arm still thrown over your face, the other pushing against his chest.

“Ahh bullshit, c'mere.”

He leans down over your body once again, moving your arm out of the way. He starts with kisses on your collarbone, moving up your neck and then over your jaw, cheeks, and lips.

You frown, not used to the slight pricking that accompanied his kisses this time. Tilting your head back slightly and off to the side, you encourage him, inviting the slower and deeper kisses. The unfamiliar stubble scratches over your sensitive skin, and you grunt softly, your hand on his cheek as you push his face away, finally opening your eyes to inspect.

“Oh shit, look at that people, she's awake!”

He teases, and you snort, rolling your eyes you breathe out a quiet laugh, eyes glancing around his face while your thumb rubs over the hair. The confused look on your face gets a reaction out from him, and he frowns, his fingers wrapping around your wrists gently.

“What?”

“What's this about?”

You ask quietly, and he tilts his head to the side slightly, squinting his eyes, not sure what you're asking about.

“What's what about, baby?”

You push your thumb harder against his cheek, inspecting the short beard.

“You didn't shave?”

He frowns, but his body relaxes the second he realizes it's nothing serious, his nonchalant demeanor back almost instantly.

“What? You tryna' tell me you don't like it?”

Ethan brushes his fingers over his chin with a frown.

Cupping his face with both your hands now, you inspect the look further, it's not a big change, nothing drastic, it's just a beard but you're not used to facial hair on Ethan, you haven't seen him growing it out like this before. You smile gently as he leans into your touch.

“No, I like it.”

Your thumbs brush over his face again, and he turns to kiss the inside of your palm.

“Wanted to try something new.”

You nod at his words.

“It's cute, Deputy, you gonna grow it out?”

“Maybe, depends.”

He whispers, his body slowly leaning down to rest on top of yours.

“On what?”

“You.”

You breathe out a quiet laugh, pushing his head down onto your chest.

“Yeah? That's so considerate of you officer.”

“Mhm”

He nods, confirming how incredibly generous he is.

“I mean, it's gotta be your decision.”

He starts after a moment, looking up at you.

“Yeah?"

"Mhm, you're the one who's gonna feel it when I do this.”

Ethan pushes off of you and pulls himself up higher. His face is now above yours as he moves to press a kiss against your lips, the thick hair brushes over your skin, you don't mind it.

“And this.”

He moves lower down your body, kissing over your neck now.

“And this.

A whisper as his lips brush over your collarbones.

He continues, down your chest and stomach, pushing the fabric off the shirt up to work his way down between your legs now.

“Through, you said you're gonna be late?”

You tease, knowing very well work was the last thing on Ethan's mind at that moment. Watching as he glances up, pushing your legs open slowly, you nod, giving him the permission he's waiting for.

Ethan grunts, kissing the inside of your thighs, his warm, soft lips contrasting with the rough prickle of the hair. Hand rubbing up and down one leg, lips on the other. Your hips push up slightly, chasing the sensation the second he pulls away.

“Ethaaan.”

You whine and he chuckles.

“So the beard works?”

“Oh, it so works.”

He scoffs, his lips pressing against your thigh again before he nudges your clit with the tip of his nose through the fabric of your panties. Moving his head from side to side, slowly he brushes the rough hair over your skin, quickly following with gentle kisses.

“Ethan.”

You push and he breathes out a quiet laugh.

“Okay, baby, but you can't blame me if it hurts later.”

You spend the rest of the morning with Deputy Ethan Sawyer's head between your legs. Pushing them together, squeezing the sides of his face tighter as he works his tongue over you again and again. The short hair rubs over your skin, it's a slightly burning sensation, but he does his best to soothe the area, kissing and licking over the insides of your things, humming gently against your body the second your fingers tighten the grip around his dark curls.

Ethan lets out a grunt, and you look up at the sound, catching him pushing his hips down against the mattress. Your hips buck up at the sight, and you throw your head back, thinking about how his body reacts to you, how he grinds into the bed while eating you out.

A whine slips past your lips, and he chuckles softly, the rumble traveling through your body.

You hum quietly, reaching out for his hand, and he holds it tightly, intertwining your fingers together.

***

After taking care of you, making sure you'd really feel that beard between your legs, Ethan rests his head on top of your lower stomach, right above your center. You push your hand through the tick, dark curls, and he hums gently at the touch.

“Thank you, Deputy.”

He nods.

“M gonna call off work.”

He whispers against your skin, his eyes shut, the hair around his lips and on his chin still shiny from you.

“Okay baby, I get a whole day to look at your cute new beard then?”

“Yes ma'am.”

He answers quietly, eyes still closed.

“Nice, I'll write it down on my to-do list.”

“Okay… I'll write YOU down on mine.”

You scoff. Rolling your eyes, fully aware he genuinely means it.

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