#horrorhoneybeest

[ohbo-ohno]

Gaz x reader with mad scientist/doctor? Maybe like, brothers best friend gaz who's wanted reader for a long time and is willing to try *anything* to get her to feel something, even if it means trying some experimental sciencey stuff 🐰

1k game here - no more please!

first gaz ask for this little celebration! love him <3 very little sciencey stuff here i'm afraid, it's mostly just porn

2k of corrupt alpha doctor gaz taking care of his favorite omega patient in a very unethical way (cw: a/b/o, use of drugs, soft noncon sex but noncon sex nonetheless!)

Gaz smiles down at your prone form, unable to resist stroking a stray bit of hair off of your face.

God, you're so pretty. Delicate little nose, chubby cheeks just made to pinch, and pretty plush lips. It takes everything in him not to press a kiss to them, to see what they feel like against his.

But you'll wake up soon enough, and he'll get all the kisses he wants. If everything goes to plan, you should be more than willing.

He forces himself to pull back before he can sink into his own instincts too much. It's hard, with your scent ripening and filling the room around him. He'd brought nose-plugs just incase, but he knows tasting your scent would be even worse.

He's a professional, though, so he takes a few shallow breaths and forces himself under control.

He's waited too long to squander this opportunity now. Years of watching from the sidelines as you grow up, watching you go off to college and forcing his alpha down at the thought of you with anyone else.

It was only a matter of time before he couldn't control himself anymore. This - you laying here, a forced heat beginning - was always the natural conclusion since you absolutely refuse to see how perfect Gaz could be for you.

He wish he could take you home. He'd like to spend your first heat in a nest in his den, not yours, but needs must. When you'd invited him over for an afternoon cup of tea, he hadn't been able to resist the urge any longer.

It was laughably easy to drop the little tablet into your mug when you stepped out to go to the bathroom. He'd hardly been able to hold back his purr when you drank the whole thing without even noticing, fully trusting that he wouldn't have done anything to it.

You'd passed out soon after. He sat with you on the couch and watched you get sleepier and sleepier, cute little yawns every few minutes, big stretches where you stuck your legs out and curled your toes. Fucking adorable.

It was easy to carry you to your room once you were fully asleep. He knows you're self-conscious about your body - even now, decades into knowing each other, you get flushed and annoyed when Gaz tries to touch you. It wasn't as easy to strip you, but he'd gotten to spend a few wonderful, peace-filled minutes appreciating every bit of skin he revealed to himself.

He can't wait to spend hours showing you just how beautiful he finds your body.

One of the benefits to riding out your first heat with him your own den will certainly be the familiar smells. You should already be in the throes of pre-heat when you wake up, and the familiar scents plus the scent of an alpha should help drive you to true heat soon enough.

He can't wait.

He brings any blankets he can find while you sleep, folding them and leaving them neatly at the foot of the bed. He brings out a few of the shirts he'd brought too, then takes off his own and lays it on the pillow next to your head. He leaves his pants on, unsure if that might be a bit too much before you fully enter your heat.

He's folding the final blanket when you first start to stir. He quickly abandons his task, sitting on the bed next to you and helping you sit up.

"Kyle?" You mumble, rubbing a fist against your eye.

"Morning, sleepy head," he teases, rubbing your back. "Feeling alright? You passed out on the couch earlier?"

"I did? Oh..." you trail off, a cute furrow between your brows. Before you can say anything else, there's a rush of pleasure scenting the room, and you keel over your stomach with a loud whine.

Kyle nearly mounts your right then and there. It takes everything in him to take a deep breath, to stroke your back and ask, "Love? Are you alright?"

You can't answer with words, instead moan loudly as you fall back to your side on the bed. Kyle shifts to try and help you up before he sees what you're doing.

You shift from your stomach to your knees, thick ass held high in the air, and your fingers quickly move to work at your dripping cunt.

Kyle gapes at the sight - he never would've expected the pre-heat to hit you so quickly, but you're clearly already lost to it.

"Oh, baby," he coos, quickly moving to kneel behind you. He forces himself to leave his pants on, knows he would fuck and knot you if he took them off now. "Here, let me help."

You let your hand drop as soon as his fingers replace them, whining loudly when he strokes over your clit. He rubs his free hand across your ass, shakes his hand just enough to watch it jiggle.

"Do you need to come, love?"

He gets an incoherent whine in response and smiles, shifting his hand to sink two fingers easily inside of you, working his thumb at your sensitive nub.

You're wonderfully loud, mindless moans and whines echoing off your bedroom walls as you try your best to rock your hips back onto his fingers, knees spread wide to give Kyle all the access he could want.

He salivates at the sight of you, mouth filling with spit as your pre-heat triggers his pre-rut. His cock is fully hard in his trousers, and it gets more and more difficult every second to not mount you.

When you finally come, he buries his teeth in your ass. He can't let himself get a taste of you yet, that would send the both of you spiraling, but he needs to feel you between his jaws.

He helps you sink down to lay on your stomach once the aftershocks have passed, stroking wet fingers over the soft skin of your back.

"You alright, love?" He whispers, leaning down to hover in front of your face. "We should have a few more hours before your heat hits, is there anything you need before then?"

He understands his miscalculation as soon as you blink up at him.

Your pupils are blown - he can hardly see your irises, and at this close of a distance he can see his own reflection. Your mouth parts, then your little pink tongue dips out to rest on your lip as you pant.

He must've given you too high of a dosage - he'd mistaken your first orgasm as pre-heat, when really it had just been the start of your true heat.

Kyle takes a deep breath, almost choking on the thick scent of omega in the air. He'd hoped to maybe have a few hours before you completely lost coherency, but this is far from the worst case scenario.

Skipping the pre-heat likely means you won't build a nest for him to share in, but that's alright - you'd only have to rebuild one in his home anyone.

He's jerked from his musing by your desperate moan of, "Alpha."

He can't bite back the growl at that, tightening his hold on you and rolling you to your back. "Yes," he hisses, every instinct inside of him fucking singing. "Omega, my omega. Need your Alpha, yeah?"

A keen and you rut your hips into his, wrapping your thick thighs around his waist to try and force him where you want.

He rumbles a low note of disapproval, using one hand to collar your throat and the other to hold you down by the hips. "Say it for me, Omega. Tell me what you need."

Your eyes clear a bit, and for just a moment he's seeing you - not the omega sunk into her heat, but his girl, his precious love staring up at him.

"Need you, Alpha," you whisper, voice just edging on shaky. "Pl-please, need you so bad, can't.... ohhhhh, Alpha." You quickly devolve into moans, eyes clouding over again as you wriggle beneath him.

He's not a cruel man, so he doesn't make you wait. He relishes in your begging, notches the tip of his dripping cock at your hole, and pushes in.

It has to hurt - he's far from small and two fingers can't have been a proper stretch - but you moan like you've never felt better in your life. Tears streak down your temples as he bottoms out, wordless sounds of pure pleasure all you're capable of.

"Yes," he moans, quickly pulling out and thrusting back in. "Feel so good 'mega, fuck, not gonna.... not gonna last long. Gonna give you my knot real soon, you want that?"

"Yes!" You nearly shout, fully lost in the heat. "Yes, yes, pleeease, Alpha, need it, need your knot so bad, can't- oh please, please, pleasepleaseplease-"

He huffs over you and fucks into your cunt more harshly, hips slapping into the backs of your thighs with bruising force. It's all he can do to keep from choking you, fingers flexing around your throat.

"Good omega," he rumbles, teeth beginning to lengthen against his tongue. His grin is feral as he forces your chin up, preparing you for his bite. "Alpha's fucking you good, huh? Giving you his fat dick in your little cunt?"

"Ye-eees!"

"And you take it so well. Gonna take my knot just as well? My bite?"

The b-word is what triggers your second orgasm. He has to fight to hold you down as your back arches off the bed, your heat clenching around him in the most deliciously pleasureable way possible.

"Need- need your bite, Alpha, please! 'm good, 'm bein' good, please give me your bite, need it, need it so bad, Alpha, please-"

He snarls at your begging, hunches over you with both elbows braced on the side of your head and forces his knot into you. It's a tough fit, and your moans shift to shouts before he can finally pop the bulbous shape inside of you. Then the two of you moan in unison, both lost in the sensations.

"Gonna give you my bite," he pants, half delirious. It's easy to pin your head to the side when you're so willing like this, his mouth ghosting over the column of your neck.

if he were any more aware of himself, he'd drag this out. Say something romantic that you could remember later, something about how he's suffered alone for years to allow you to grow up, how he's so glad you're giving him the gift of biting you now, how he'll always take care of you, never let you hurt like you made him hurt, he'll always be there for you, never leave you alone, never let you go-

But he's nearly as incoherent as you are, so instead of any sort of romantic speech, you get a growl and a pair of canines buried deep in the tender spot between neck and shoulder.

You don't quite scream, but your cries of pain are loud and distressing to his alpha. He tunnels one hand between your bodies, working at your clit while he makes sure the mark takes.

You're either a bit of a masochist or further along in your heat than he realized, because your cunt clenches rhythmically on him just a few moments later, milking him of all the cum he's got to give.

He rolls the two of you over, minutes later. He makes sure to lick over the bite as you lay on top of him, clearing your blood away as best he can before it stains the sheets.

You're asleep by the time he finishes, and he huffs a laugh to himself at your little snores. He wraps both arms around your back, hands lacing together at the small of your back.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself as his knot begins to slowly deflate inside of you, smiling contentedly.

He knows you'll probably be a bit upset with him when you first come out of the heat, but you can never leave him now that he's given you his bite. He can already feel a bond forming, a place in the center of his chest tying right to yours.

He can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

#gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #bo writes #1k celebration #horrorhoneybeest

[adirabennett]

Hi, my partner and I really like to share poems with each other and I've seen the excerpt of The Apology Zoo about the lamb and it reminds me of them a lot, but I would really like to send them the whole poem. I've looked around and through your writing tag but I haven't been able to find it anywhere, do you no longer want that piece shared or is it just missing? I'm also a poet so I understand not wanting some things public anymore, so no judgement if it's no longer available, just curious!

Hi, friend! I am so delighted that people are still reading my poems! It would be my pleasure to provide you with the entire text. In fact, I think that poem is included in Wishbone, which is a home-printed hand-sewn chapbook of my poetry circa 2017 of which I only produced about 20 copies.

I can also just email you the full poem, if you'd rather that, but truly, I'd be more than happy to give you the physical chapbook, so it's totally up to you. No trouble for me either way.

If you'd like a copy (or two) of Wishbone, I can inscribe and autograph if desired and mail it to you for free (although if you'd be willing to cover the few dollars for shipping, that would be appreciated).

Thank you so much for reaching out. Your message was a ray of sunshine for my poet heart. 💙

#ask #wishbone #poetry #chapbook #ray of sunshine #horrorhoneybeest

[on-leatheredwings]

OHHHHHGGG THESE ARE REALLY GOOD.. duke as a djinn rlly rocks i can see it @horrorhoneybeest

#there's something really magical about him #and as a metahuman he does have like a 'divine' feel #divine is not the right word but i mean like a being whos not supernatural but has powers beyond understanding idk

[ohbo-ohno]

I need more Gaz with a pet like ghoap's, I'm personally inclined to rabbits, and all I can think of is gaz keeping her with a rabbit tail plug and white thigh highs on his bed, linked with chains that he's fashioned a soft cover for so she doesn't have to feel the cold of the metal. I imagine he's less inclined for the pain but even more obsessive over the pleasure and the care to the point where it's too much, everything he does is for her happiness, he gets between her legs and eats her out until she passes out from the pleasure and doesn't even use her while she sleeps because she won't be able to actually enjoy it. He jerks off and lets his cum make a mess of her stomach because she should at least know how good her pretty body makes him feel. He kisses her so softly and sweetly and brings her breakfast in bed and lunch in bed and dinner in bed and any snacks and basically she doesn't take a step, ever. Gaz carries her around just to prove he can. He helps her bathe and he's so gentle. He washes her hair. He only uses the best and most expensive products so she feels so pampered and cared for that she can't even think to be angry with him because she's provided for and has someone taking better care of her than she could on her own. Typically he prefers that she's naked but she has plenty of soft and comfortable clothes, and even some cute and sexy stuff for when she wants to dress up. She has makeup if she wants to really get fancy. He buys her a satin pillowcase which is better for her skin and hair because his sweet bunny needs the best. He gets her several different collars in different colors and styles, he only uses the gentlest rope for tying her up. All of this so when he makes her scream and cry from overstimulation and her body is sore from the hours of fucking, she doesn't even consider that Gaz doesn't care about her. Obviously he loves her, why else would he take such wonderful care of her? She's such a pretty little rabbit, such a good fuck bunny, and he needs her to know it. Her pleasure comes first almost always, except, except, for the day that Gaz takes Ghoap's fun story about chasing their pet and decides to try it for himself. He thinks he's been doing such a good job caring for her that she wouldn't even take a step, but it'll be fun to have the vacation anyway, but no. He gets her out to the cabin and he tells her if she can get away in an hour she can leave him, and he doesn't even get to finish his sentence. She's off, ass bouncing and her tail being the only sign of her as the moonlight makes the fur glow white until she's too deep into the trees to be seen. What his little bunny doesn't know is that Gaz is a sniper. He doesn't need to see more than a glimpse through his scope to bring her down, a silent tranq dart piercing her thigh and making her lose her balance. When she comes to she says he cheated and gaz is too upset and hurt by how quick she ran to care. She gets fucked, well and truly, for Gaz's pleasure and his pleasure alone for the next, however long, and she's in and out of consciousness. She decides when she comes to and he's finished with her, finally, that she doesn't think running is a good idea anymore.

i've been so good. i deserve this

gaz convincing you that the outside word is so dangerous and using exclusively kindness to brainwash you because he's got self-control... he's the only man. pampers you and overwhelms you with so much love that eventually you don't even think about your old life! nothing compares to how perfect and caring your new boyfriend is <3

when you ride him he tell you to "hop, bunny". calls you cottontai. gives you a big ol pair of floppy ears and flicks and tugs on them :( breeds her real good too, knows how much bunnies love breeding, how they need it. refuses to fuck you if you're anything less than coherent because he doesn't want you to miss a second of the pleasure

#asks and answers #gaz garrick x reader #queued! #horrorhoneybeest