admiralackbarssugarbaby

[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

the road not taken

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

word count: 2.5k

tags/warnings: childhood friends trope, angst, fluff, no use of y/n, able bodied reader, reader has hair that she uses a hair dryer on, things that i don’t want to spoil but when i say angst i mean angst

a/n: remember how last year, i said that i’d only write happy endings for dave? yeah, about that…

thank you @sizzlingcloudmentality for beta reading, for encouraging me (through tears lol) and for just being the best of friends <3

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dividers by @saradika-graphics 🤍

Water cascades down on you, hot on your skin, soaking through your hair and collecting at your feet before it circles down the drain. You don’t know how long you’ve been standing here, staring at the glass fogging up around you. 

It had been summertime when Dave moved in next door. You took your first glimpse at him with your nose almost pressed against your bedroom window. He opened the sleek silver car door, his mouth set in a firm line, the apprehension written all over his face as he looked up at the house. You had ducked out of sight when his eyes flickered over to your window, but when you took another peek, he was looking straight at you, a smirk playing around his mouth.

Your fingers massage over your scalp, spreading your shampoo’s soft foam, the fresh scent engulfing you. Your shoulders relax a little, sinking into the familiar feeling.

The first time you talked to each other, it was through the gaps in the fence separating your garden from his. Neither of you tall enough to reach over the wooden barrier, so all you could see was a glimpse of dark brown hair falling over even darker eyes, their gaze so much more pensive than you were used to from boys your age. Smarter, too. He made you laugh, made you curious to know more about him. You immediately wanted him to be your friend. 

Your body wash’s scent joins in, suds gliding over your skin, cleansing you. 

Over that summer break, there were only a handful of days when Dave wasn’t over at your house. It was new for you, to be around somebody so much, to not get bored of their presence after a short while. But Dave was different. He challenged you, never backed down from a discussion, riled you up just for the fun of it.

One evening, the day coming to a close, you were both sprawled out over your mattress, feet dangling off the edge. Golden light was spilling through the open window and painting shapes onto your wall, when he told you how his parents were fighting after moving here for his dad’s job, how he preferred being with you, away from the shouting and the following silence. 

You made plans about running together, to a country far away, to become knights, or pirates maybe. Painting stories with your words, creating adventures that you would have together, each idea more exciting than the last. 

The light was already gone, but none of you had moved to put on a lamp, so you were lying in the semi-darkness, your shoulders almost touching. His breath hitched before he quietly admitted that he was scared of going to a new school, of not knowing anyone. 

“You know me,” you had replied, sliding your small hand into his, squeezing reassuringly. 

“Yeah,” he had agreed, squeezing back. 

You let the water wash everything away, until both your hair and your body are clean again. 

Dave had fit in without issue, getting along with the other kids just fine, but you never strayed from each other. Side by side, from hopping on the bright yellow school bus in the morning until parting in the evening. 

He was there to talk you into climbing trees much higher than you would have dared alone. He held you when you were sobbing after falling off your bike, both your hands and knees bloody and burning. He built his snowmen right next to yours on the lawn between your two houses. Always right there by your side, and you were right by his. Trading books back and forth, learning how to ride a skateboard when he did, opening your window for him and letting him crawl into bed with you when his parents were fighting in the evenings. 

Your nerves flare up. Just a few more moments under the hot stream, just a few more moments of not needing to think.

You were both lazing on your parents’ sofa, your head in Dave’s lap and remains of a frozen pizza cooling on the coffee table. One of your favorite movies was playing on the TV, one that you had both seen so often that you could recite every line by heart. 

“She’s pretty,” Dave said, eyes trained on the actress on the screen when you tilted your head to look up at him. His voice had become deeper this year, and from where you were laying, you could see hints of a stubble scattering his chin. “Like you,” he added, his gaze flickering down to your face. 

Heat bloomed in your cheeks and your eyelashes fluttered as you giggled. Your hands found a throw pillow that you whacked against his arm, a “shut up” on your lips that came out way too breathy. 

He laughed too, shrugging in that nonchalant way of his, as if to say ‘What? You are.’

Finally, you turn the water off and step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself.

As you grew older, you noticed how other girls looked at Dave. More than once, you had been asked if the two of you were dating, had seen how relief painted their smiles to be more genuine when you assured them that you were ‘just friends’. 

“Can you bring him to my birthday party, then? Please? He never comes when we invite him ourselves.” One girl from your biology class looked at you with big, hopeful eyes. 

Your quiet nod was followed with an excited giggle, and as you watched her retreating figure, a sharp sting made itself known in your chest. You couldn’t imagine Dave liking someone, spending as much time with them as he did with you. Having hobbies, inside jokes that you weren’t part of. You didn’t want to imagine that.

Your hair dries slowly, as warm air whips around your head and you stare at yourself in the mirror. Finally, you can put it up, a hairdo similar to one Dave once told you he liked. 

Still, you entered the house, filled with thumping music, flashing lights and drunk teenagers with Dave by your side. His eyes flickered over the scenery before he pulled you into his side by your arm, sending pinpricks of something through you. 

You giddily accepted when someone handed you both a beer, clinked your bottle against his and eagerly took a swig. Your brow furrowed, lips pursed, before you broke out into a laugh to see a similar expression of distaste on Dave’s face. But you took another sip, and then another, until you felt strangely weightless and the world around you turned blurry. 

It didn’t matter, because you were anchored to Dave’s face in front of you. Everything was funny, both of you dancing clumsily, laughing for no reason, until you were breathless, your skin damp with sweat.

You would have denied it at the time, but maybe the underwear you're putting on had been bought with Dave in mind. Not at the forefront, but he had always been there.

You were walking home together, faces illuminated by the glow of the streetlamps. Your hand had slipped into his and he held on tight, like you’d vanish into the darkness if he let go. It was nice, the warmth of his hand engulfing yours. Something you thought you could get used to. 

“Did you even talk to Laura?” you wondered, the words coming out a little slurred. “She asked me to bring you, you know. I think she likes you.” 

You weren’t sure what you wanted him to say, what you’d do if he liked her too. 

Dave snorted, throwing an arm around you and pulling you close.

“No. And I only like you.” 

“Yeah, but that’s different. I’m your best friend.”

A fingernail rips a hole into your tights as you pull them up your leg. You curse under your breath as you retrieve another one from your suitcase.

He took you to prom, the possibility of going with anyone else never even entering your minds. He had drunk you in as you descended down the stairs, before he took an exaggerated bow and grabbed your hand, pulling you out the door in a fit of laughter. 

It would have been so easy, that night, when he danced with you. To take that one step closer, to just brush your lips against his. Quick enough to play it off as a mistake. But you never did. 

A dress follows, ending just below your knees. The fabric is cool against your heated skin, calming your nerves a little. 

Dave drove you to college, along endless strips of road, with the end still looming just beyond the horizon. He played the mixtape you had made together when you were sixteen. He sang along with you, smiled when he caught you stealing glances at him. 

You never wanted to let go of him, hugged him to you for several minutes. Waiting, wishing for his warmth, his scent, to surround you until you were part of him, until you wouldn’t have to watch him leave. 

He wiped the tears off your face, his fingertips tender against your skin, his own eyes shiny. 

Doing your makeup is tough today. Your hands don’t stop shaking. 

He didn’t call as often as he said, not that you expected him to. Military training was hard, and when you did talk to him, he sounded exhausted. 

He wasn’t slipping away from you, not really, but you could tell that there were things he didn’t want to, couldn’t talk about. His voice turned colder, his answers clipped, not leaving room for questions.

You had a few boyfriends, guys from your classes. But none of them ever managed to make you feel less lonely. None ever felt like they really understood you. The way Dave used to. 

Finally, you’re content with the face you see in the mirror. The bathroom turns dark as you flip the switch.

You both went home for Christmas, had you counting down the days for weeks every year. 

He looked so different each time, his features sharper than you had ever seen them, a never fading tension in his jaw and his eyes stormy, the warmth that you had known all your childhood almost completely drained out. 

Still, he held you like he used to, still smelling like him, like home. 

I miss you, you wanted to scream every time you said your goodbyes again. I miss my best friend.

You put on heels, your steps muffled by the carpet.

He told you that he met someone late one evening years later, the telephone cord wrapped around your fingers, the plastic pressed against your ear. 

You forced a smile that he couldn’t see, ignoring the searing pain in your chest, telling yourself that it was good that he had someone. He had never liked you like that, you were just a ghost from his past at this point. A monthly phone call, nostalgia tying you to each other more than anything else. 

You attended their wedding, tried to see what Dave saw, tried to be happy that he was happy. You just couldn’t tell if he was. He smiled when he was supposed to, laughed at jokes, held his wife’s hand, danced with her, but there was a void of nothingness in his eyes. 

Your mother’s words echoed through your mind, how often she had teased you about how the both of you would surely get married someday. Your twelve year old self had hated it. 

But, apparently, hidden deep inside your heart, you had hoped too.

You slip your purse and phone into a handbag. There are several notifications as the screen lights up briefly, but you ignore them. 

It was no use trying to picture the boy you used to know as a father, aligning your best friend Dave with this new version of him. 

His voice had been ecstatic when he told you, more alive than he had sounded in years. 

You had cried yourself to sleep that night.

After putting your coat on, the door falls shut behind you. Your steps echo through the stairwell. 

Calls had become farther in between. You didn’t blame him. He had a whole life, a whole family. 

Until your doorbell rang. Until he showed up on your doorstep, late at night, deep circles under his eyes, his hair a mess, his fingers twitching. 

You ushered him inside, questions of ‘are you okay?’ and ‘are you hurt?’ on your lips. He caught your hands, fluttering over his face, his shoulders. His fingers rubbed over your skin, his warmth sinking in, a sensation that you had almost forgotten pulled back to the surface. 

He cupped your face, searched your eyes as he slowly leaned closer, his lips almost touching yours. You reacted without thinking, your own lips finding his. A thing that you hadn’t realized you wanted until it was too late, and now it was happening, here in your hall, after you hadn’t spoken to him for months. 

“Dave, what—” 

He parted from you breathlessly, his hands dropping to his sides.

“I’m sorry.” One hand ran over his face, before his eyes locked on yours again. “I’ve been— I think I made a mistake. I don’t know if— I think something bad might happen.” 

“What do you mean?” You had never seen him like this, so out of sorts, all his carefully built composure crumbling down. 

A sad smile pulled at his mouth before he stepped closer again, his arms engulfing you, pressing you against his chest. 

“I can’t say. But—” His lips moved against your hair, down to your neck, his breath hot on your skin. “I never told you. I always thought you deserved better, and now you never even knew—” 

Understanding glimmered at the edges of your mind, giving his words a meaning that couldn’t be right. 

“It’s been you,” he murmured into your skin, “it’s always been you.” 

You pulled him back by the hair at his nape, messing it up further. His eyes were swimming with sadness, so much that you couldn’t bear it. Your lips connected with his again. Anything to take his pain away, anything to let him know. 

“It’s always been you for me, too.” It was barely a breath, shared between the both of you. 

“I have to do something. But I’ll come back to you, I promise.”

It’s raining as you walk to your car. You take a deep breath, sinking into the leather seat. It’s only a short drive to the cemetery. 

It has echoed in your head every day since. The words he said, the look of grim determination on his face as he stepped outside again. One last squeeze of your hand, and then he was gone.

Putting your car into park, you step back out into the downpour, your shoes crunching on the short walk over gravel.

You spot Carol, tears streaking her face just like your own. Dressed in black, just like you. Two little girls clinging to her. 

He didn’t come back.

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[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

pornstar!moon-boys x fluffer!reader

part two: steven

special shout out to @writefightandflightclub for this masterpiece about feral steven!

a/n: some headcannons bc we filthy up in this bitch >:) this one turned out a bit longer than I anticipated

others: marc | jake | more steven

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as a fluffer, it's your job to know how to keep the boys interested. each alter has their own preferences:

(NSFW 18+ under the cut)

steven: the sweetheart

GIF by moonxknightx

Steven was the second alter you met. And this time, you were the one that was surprised.

Sweet Steven didn't seem like he had any business being a pornstar, but it turns out he's great at it. And the viewers love him.

Especially the ladies.

He's one of the tamer performers, acting as a gentle lover that provides comforting sex or the shy guy who's inexperienced. Viewers love how unapologetically desperate and pussy-drunk he gets on camera, how the slightest touch can set him off.

His most viewed video is him as a naive professor getting seduced then fucked by a slutty student. Needless to say, in most of his work, he's the one getting fucked, not the other way around.

You don't know why he followed in Marc's footsteps, becoming an adult performer, but it was only a few days after he joined the business that he asked for you. It was puzzling at first, meeting a variation of Marc who shares his face and body, but it was clear that they were quite different.

Unlike Marc, Steven craved softness and wasn't afraid to show it.

He reacts best to praise, gentle touches, and kisses like young lovers on a honeymoon. He likes to feel taken care of, ease into it instead of diving right in.

You found out pretty quick that you have to be more careful with him, one wrong move and he's spilling in your hand, eyes glistening with humiliation and embarrassment. Then it's another 15 minutes before the next session.

His sessions alway start with a greeting. Even after all this time, he's still very shy around you, acting like it's a first date rather than a quick fluffing sesh.

"Uh, hello!" He literally waves at you and you're not even three feet away.

"Hey Steven." Your voice is soft with him, as sweet as honey and as tempting as nectar. It's the first step to luring him in.

He always gives you that look even before you step into the room, one of longing and anticipation. Like you're the best part of his day. No wonder his partners are always falling for his shy smiles and dreamy eyes.

You sit on one of the couches in the prep room, gesturing to the spot right next to you, "Come 'ere, babe." He loves it when you call him sweet names like that.

You start with a kiss:

Your hand cradles his jaw and he nuzzles into it, his eyes shut, ready for anything you'll give him. You hear him sigh as you slowly lean in and press your lips gently against his, showering his mouth with small pecks, just enough to leave him wanting.

He whines when you pull away, eyes opening ever so slightly to see where you're going. You barely pull away enough to take your shirt off before he's pulling you back in for hungry kiss, hand on the back of your neck.

Steven can actually be quite demanding when he really wants something. And though most sessions consist of him obediently sitting next to you while you squeeze and tease him, sometimes he loses control.

He loves your taste, the smell of your perfume, and the weight of your body against his. His hands glide and mold over every inch of your body, attempting to memorize your figure for the hundredth time, as your hips roll against him.

You've found the best way to get him hard but not ruined is a few minutes of making out and clothed grinding. He's usually already plenty hard after the first few innocent kisses, but to stay hard, he needs physical touch. Closeness.

You.

But you have to strategically measure it out to get the best results.

The first time, you experimented by giving him head, but he physically couldn't stop himself from fucking your throat. He came with a cry, hand clutched desperately in your hair, forcing your lips to meet the tan skin of his hips. You're sure you'll have that image in your mind for the rest of your life.

Anyone who's witnessed Steven cum first-hand is as lucky as they get. His whimpers could inspire a nun to leave the church.

The second time, you gave him a handjob. He spurted against his t-shirt within a handful (lol) of minutes moaning your name, thighs trembling against yours. You also learned that he's not one to be edged unless the director wants him with tear-stained cheeks and reddened eyes. (sometimes they do though!)

Finally you figured out the best bet: kisses, nuzzles, touches, and grinding.

Steven whines out as you lave your tongue softly against his sensitive neck. His hips attempt to cant with yours, grinding his hardness into your heated center.

"Please, darling. Grind harder on me, I-I need it."

"Mm...No can do Stevie," Your hips raise so he's barely touching you, depriving him of much needed stimulation. "Can't have you busting in your shorts, can I?"

"No no no, ughnn..." He tries to hold your waist and pull you further against him, but you yank his wrists away, pinning them against the couch. "Please, I promise I won't. Jus' need a little more, is all."

You giggle at his frustration, but only answer with a peck on his lips before pulling away. You can actually hear him whimper when you roll off of him.

"I think you're ready, Steven."

"N-no. Not yet. I think I still need more. Yeah, a bit more will do me good!"

You perk an eyebrow as you consider the large tent at the front of his shorts. He looks up at you sheepishly.

"Yeah, I don't think so."

[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

Here’s a prompt if it calls to you! “You come here often?” “Well, considering I work here, yes.” with Llewyn :)

“They’re out of service,” you point out to the man frustratingly banging his fist against the glass of the broken vending machine, hoping to make his item fall. 

You couldn’t care less about this poor machine's state, you just didn’t want another complaint about something you had no power over. But maybe it was time to take matters into your hands and put up that sign your boss didn’t want to put because “once it’s fixed, we get all the money people put in while it was broken without losing stock!” 

“Fuck me” he sighs under his breath, his head dropping in defeat. “Fuck” he hisses again, dragging a hand over his face. 

“Sorry” he apologizes when he turns to you, his hand flicking as if to dismiss his frustration. 

“I get it.”

He sighs, briefly looking around the small shop before his gaze falls onto you. “Know where I can get cigarettes? Come here often?” he asks, truly looking at you for the first time. He looks desperate, like this was the one thing to completely ruin his day.

“Well, considering I work here… yes.” you scoff, shrugging. 

His lips quirks into a half-smile. “Yeah, stupid question then” he mutters, hands shoving into his pockets. “Sorry. Had a long day” he murmurs. “And I just wasted the little change I have to a fucking broken machine” he sighs again.

You grin, empathetically. “Try the other shop around the corner. They got cigs behind a counter and a person so you have a better shot at getting your money's worth.”

He nods, a small, grateful smile tugging at his lips. “Great. Thanks”

He’s a step close to the door when you lightly clear your throat before you speak. “We’re supposed to have the machine fixed soon though, if you ever wanna come back for my pretty eyes” you tease, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

His half smile returns as he turns to you and chuckles, nodding. “Yeah, I’ll do that. See you. I know where to find you”

[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

Summary: Jake Lockley loves his girlfriend in every form she has.

Contents: 18+, fem werewolf!reader, predator/prey play (physical fighting, but everyone's superhuman and heals), established relationship, no mention of Marc or Steven (~4k)

a/n: this one came out sexy and sappy

*****

When Jake asks to have sex with you in your wolf form, you laugh.

But Jake’s not joking.

You’re sitting at your favorite bar in town, the quiet corner booth they reserve just for the two of you. Lemonade for you, beer for him, and a bowl of salty, crunchy potato chips on the table between you.

It used to be Jake’s usual spot, but since you’ve been dating him, the regulars have welcomed you with open arms.

It would be a shame, you think, to test out their favorite cab driver’s healing abilities by ripping him apart with your claws in the throes of passion.

“Just because I can control myself post-transformation, doesn’t mean I think clearly once I’m in my other form. You know I spend the first hour or so going completely animalistic,” you say.

Jake wipes beer foam from his mustache. “You don’t know half of the shit I’ve come back from, sweetheart. Big bird’s had to put me back together like a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle before. Besides, you still owe me for saving your ass.”

You lean back and fold your arms. “I have no idea what you’re referring to. Since I started helping you on your missions, I think it’s me who’s been saving your ass. One look at me in the dark, over 6 feet tall on my hind legs, silver-white hair, yellow eyes, and fangs the size of most guy’s dicks, I’m pretty sure your baddies see the error of their ways.”

“Quit teasing me. You’re making my jeans tight,” he grins, pushes up the sleeves of his crisp, white shirt. “You know I’ve wanted this for a long time, right? It’s not some novelty. I think your other form is just as beautiful as this one.”

He lays his hands, covered in a black leather glove, over yours.

“It’s not just that,” you say, feeling put on the spot. “When I’m a wolf, I’m different. I don’t listen to reason. I don’t know we’re dating. I wouldn’t just submit to you because you wanted to breed me.”

“So, purely biological. Breeding.” His eyebrow lifts.

You try to cover your face with your hands but Jake doesn’t let you. He takes your hands, kissing your knuckles with a playful twinkle in his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to use that word,” you say, groaning. “But in my other form, that’s what it boils down to. Female werewolves, we don’t let just anyone mate with us. The male has to overpower us. You’d have to show me you could defeat me before I’d let you mount me.”

The corners of Jake’s mustache turn down in a deep, dissatisfied frown. “You don’t think I can?”

“Sweetheart,” you say, squeezing his hands.

Jake pulls them away. It’s his turn to cross his arms. He’s pissed. “You don’t think I can beat you in combat. Unbelievable.”

“You have super human abilities, but you’re still a human. You couldn’t win in a melee fight with me, no. A gun won’t stop me. I’d smell you from literally ten miles away.”

“Is this because I’m shorter than you when you’re a wolf?” Jake looks at you suspiciously.

You laugh. “I’m trying to save you a lot of pain and blood loss. That’s all.”

“I can handle those things. Done it dozens of times before,” he says gruffly. “I love a good fight. I love you. Seems like a perfect night out in the forest to me. Let me try, querida. Please.”

He all but bats his eyelashes at you, pouts his lips under his mustache. He uses every trick he has to get you to cave.

And that’s how you find yourself in a dark, quite forest upstate from the city.

The falls leaves crunch under your boots, but enough of them still cling to the branches to filter the moon light onto the forest floor.

You hadn’t wanted to do this on a full moon. You’d be at your most terrifying and more importantly, your most powerful.

Jake had, of course, insisted. Said if you were going to do this, you weren’t allowed to pull punches. Stubborn ass.

Something about the way the wind ruffles the trees makes the back of your neck tingle. He wasn’t allowed Konshu’s aid on this one. No sudden wind storms or weird ancient god tricks.

Still, even your human senses knew something was up.

The wolf inside is clawing to reveal herself, to protect you from a danger that you know, logically, is a trap. The wolf doesn’t care.

You take a few deep breaths, your skin already tingling, power surging through you. Your senses sharpen. Smell first, nothing but the forest and the little animals you suddenly thirst to devour. Then eyesight, different strengths and weaknesses than human sight. You can see further, sharper, but less color. Not that it matters on a night like tonight.

Finally, when you smell and see that nothing is an immediate danger, you let the wolf off her leash.

Like a burning, searing, fire that starts in your chest, filling your veins and overtaking your body. The wolf rips out of you, muscles and fur, a distinct, low growl as your body shakes, rising and filling out to inhuman size and strength.

You fill your lungs with air, flexing your paws and licking your jowls.

You’re hungry. With a long, high-pitched howl, you stand to your full height and go in search of a midnight snack.

*****

Jake sits with his back to a sturdy oak tree. He’s picking at the handle of one of his knives. The wrapping’s coming loose. A little project for the weekend, along with cleaning his guns and pressing his shirts. Oh, and he was going to see about getting an ice cream maker to surprise you with. He loves to indulge your sweet tooth.

Then, he hears it.

A howl he knows well.

It makes the blood rush to his cock.

He stands and brushes himself off, sticking the knife in the tree point-first. Quickly, he takes off his jacket, then his tie, setting them in a neat pile. He’s not worried about losing them. You can always help him find them afterward.

You can scent him from anywhere. Which is what he’s counting on.

He’s stashed little pieces of himself all over the forest. You’ll be able to tell which scent is the freshest, but you won’t see the logic in going for the newest scent first. You’ll go for the strongest.

Which is why he’d spent the better part of the evening pissing on random trees and whistling to himself.

He calls up his Moon Knight armor and leaps up into the tree. He picks as far away a branch as he’ll be able to jump, and repeats the process a few time, hoping he’s layered his scent well enough that you won’t be able to immediately find him.

When your huge, wolfy self pads silently into the clearing, he can’t help but smirk. You prefer to walk around upright, in nothing but your thick fur and gorgeous body. Your silhouette isn't wolf or human. Something entirely unique, and in the moments after you've transformed, you're acting on instinct alone.

He sees your dark nose twitch. You drop to all fours, smelling the ground, trying to determine where he is.

You can���t stay away from him, and he knows it. You might not consciously know he’s the love of your life right now, but your instincts do.

One of the timed disturbances he’d set up earlier goes off. Your big ears shoot up, long snout pointing, muscles tensed and ready.

It’s nothing, just something set to rustle the trees a little. He has a few more timed out to distract you.

He wishes he’d had time to watch you hunt something down. You’re deadly. It’s the thrill of his life to watch when you’re working.

Your furry body relaxes a fraction and you go back to sniffing along the ground. In that millisecond, Jake pounces. He sails down from the tree, landing on your back and hugging his arms around your rib cage as hard as he can.

You yowl in pain. He holds on enough that it’ll take a minute or two for your ribs to heal. It’ll slow you down.

You stand up on your back legs, lifting him up with you. With a violent shake, you dislodge Jake from your back, trying to throw him into a tree. But he lands like a cat, rolling sideways and away from your huge, sharp teeth and the claws on your forepaws. You run at him, sprinting and snarling, looking every inch the monstrous predator that you are.

He runs, darting through trees. Past traps he’d set earlier. He doesn’t set them off. They were back-up plans.

He doesn’t want to stop you. He wants you to tire yourself out. It might make you calmer, faster. On a full moon night like tonight, usually you'd go crazy for a full two hours before you'd get our human mind back into shape.

He has about ten minutes at a full sprint left. It’s a gamble that you won’t catch him, though. He can practically feel your hot breath on the back of his neck.

Jake’s never had you come at him like this.

It’s a little terrifying, but makes him weirdly, very turned on.

In the next clearing, he pivots on a dime, surprising you with his agility. 

You skid, but can’t stop your momentum from sliding you toward him. He grabs onto the fur of your side and rams his foot into your thigh, forcing your back leg to give out. It gives him a split second to do the hardest part. He doesn’t want to. But he reminds himself that you heal. Not as fast as he does, but faster than a human.

He balls his hand into a fist, pulls it back.

He hesitates for a half-second, when you look him in the eyes.

Sensing it, you snap your head around, catching your knife-sharp incisor in his leg.

Jake roars out in pain and anger, drawing his fist back and decking you straight in the blood-covered snout.

You yelp, squeal, back up in pain. Jake forces himself to stay upright as you fall to your side, writhing in the leaves and rubbing your legs on your nose.

He feels like you bit his leg clean in two so fair’s fair.

He limps toward you and you flinch. It breaks his heart.

Jake’s posture instantly changes. He holds his hands out wide, feels blood pour out of his leg.

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s me, your Jake.” He retracts his hood so you can see his face.

You’re both out of breath. You look at him suspiciously, like you want to run. But he’s always been good with animals.

And women.

“You’re a beauty, doll. I’ve always said so.” His voice is low and sweet. He holds out his hand, palm-up. “Come here. There’s a good girl. You know me. You love me.”

You keep your body low to the ground. You snap your jaws at his hand, snarling at him from peeled-back lips that show every single one of your white, deadly teeth. He can’t help but grin.

Your huge body turns away from him, toward the forest. Your fur shimmers in the moonlight. He’s always marveled that your silvery dark coat was so much like his Moon Knight armor. Like you were always meant to be.

“Come,” he says with more authority.

You whimper, a high whine that pierces his heart. He can see your cuts healing already, just like his are, but your head isn’t as upright and proud as it usually is.

He watches you get your back feet back under you and thinks you're going to stand up straight and leave. But instead of loping off into the forest, you turn back toward him, staying on all fours. Your head is bent, looking at him from under your long, pretty eyelashes.

You take a step toward him. Then another.

He stands his ground, keeping his face cold and serious. Inside, though, he’s jumping and dancing. He can feel the change in you. You can see him again. Really see him. Not as prey or a danger you want to scare off.

You nudge your cold, wet nose at his hand.

Finally, Jake smiles.

“Good to see you, baby,” he murmurs, running his hand up your snout. “You did good.”

You lick at the wound you’d slashed into his leg, like an apology.

He winces, but appreciates the sentiment.

You run your nose up his leg, nudging it against the crotch of his armor.

“Proved I can beat you, didn’t I?” Jake lovingly pets the soft fur of your head. “I can take care of you. I always will. I love you.”

You bump your head against him, huff out a breath that means you understand. He knows he has you back, the real you.

It takes you hours sometimes, to clear your head to the point where he can talk with you in this form.

When you help him on missions, you go off alone beforehand, blowing off the initial aggression and near-insanity that happens when you transform.

Your beautiful eyes look up at him. He can almost hear you asking him, are you sure this okay?

“You’re so soft,” he says, his hands threading through your fur.

You close your eyes in pleasure, moaning as best you can. You don’t usually let him pet you. Jake thought maybe it was a weird sensation for you. Now he wonders if you’ve kept him from doing it because it turns you on.

Shouldn’t surprise him. You like his hands all over you. Always have.

Your personality’s easy to spot in this form. He scratches behind your neck, the way he does when you’re a human. Then, he pinches your ear. You toss your head, annoyed, just like you usually do. You have no trouble giving him as much sass as a werewolf as you do as a human.

He can sense the human you in your wolf body too. The strong muscles of your limbs, the way you’re teasing him with just a glance. Something in your face as you turn your body away from him, your face still turned to look at him as you bend your front legs, presenting yourself to him.

“Holy shit,” Jake says quietly.

You give him a look that says, what are you waiting for, Lockley?

You swish your tail at him.

Jake lets the front part of his suit disappear. Just enough to free himself. He wants to rub his cock on your fur, cover you in sticky cum.

Your werewolf form is so huge you have to get lower for him, even though he’s standing. You’re slick already, always as eager for it as he is.

When he has you bent over like this, when you’re human, you always do this thing, where you arch your back, lay your right cheek down on the bed and moan a little in anticipation. It’s completely unconscious on your part. He loves that moment.

You do the same thing right now, the woman he loves, in the body of a beautiful werewolf.

He thought it’d be fast, brutal, the two of you like this. Both of you in combat-mode. But as he sinks inside of you, he can’t bring himself to try and hurt either of you. Not when you’re so sweetly giving yourself over to him. Little high-pitched whimpers as he slowly fucks in and out of you.

He has to go slow. If he didn’t have half his brain on baseball, he’d have come the second he entered you.

The muscle of your tail twitches in his hand.

“Sorry, baby,” he says, realizing he might’ve been holding it too tightly.

He pulls his cock out almost entirely, then pushing all the way back in. A few times, driving both of you crazy. He groans and he swears you do to.

Then, a thought dawns on him. Slams into him like a car going full-speed.

Makes him stop while he’s still balls-deep in your warm, wet body.

He’d never asked you if you can orgasm when you’re in werewolf form. He’s actually not even sure if you have a clit right now.

“Fuck,” he whispers, cursing himself for being underprepared for something he’d waited so long for.

He can’t finish if you don’t. It’s not the gentlemanly thing to do. 

Your predator eyes look back at him, a little hazy.

He gives you a few shallow pumps, and pulls out all the way when your eyes roll back in your head. His hands grip your soft hindquarters. You back up into him and it takes every single ounce of willpower he has to resist.

“You’re going to make me come if you keep acting like this,” he warns you.

Tease that you are, you rub your ass against him a little too hard.

“Okay,” Jake says, lining himself up with you again, “I can take a hint, beautiful.”

He sinks back into you, savoring how tight you are. Next time, he wants to have you on your back so he can bury his face in your soft fur, your warm breath right next to his ear. He wants to look you in the eyes.

Two hunters, used to stalking from the shadows, laid out completely vulnerable for each other.

Jake feels the familiar flutter of your cunt around him, euphoria, when he realizes you can come. That he’s the one making you come like this, your paws flexing and muscles shuddering, your strong body pushing back in time to his, greedy for everything he can give you.

He doesn’t hold back anymore. He fists his hands in your fur and fucks you harder. Your whine sends him over the edge.

Jake’s last thought before you squeeze every brain cell he has into useless mush, is that it should be surreal, fucking a werewolf. But it doesn’t feel like that. Just feels like being with the woman he loves.

*****

The same bar, weeks later.

You’ve played, ‘big game hunter,’ as Jake likes to call it, a few times now. 

Until Jake, being a werewolf had never been fun. It had felt like an endless, secret, burden you had to carry alone.

Jake said being Moon Knight had felt like that for him, but that neither of you were alone anymore.

Jake takes his flat cap off and sets it on the table, runs a hand through his hair, shaking out his dark curls.

You lean over the table and kiss his cheek. He turns his head at the last second to kiss your lips instead, pressing his mustache against you in the process.

“What’s this?” He says with a grin, picking up the envelope you’ve left on the table for him. “I told you, if this is the invitation, I’m not going to your cousin’s wedding with you. And you’re not going either. He’s rude to you. If we go, I’m gonna knock his damn lights out-“

Jake’s words stop as he opens the envelope. His dark eyes are as big as dinner plates.

His hands, steady enough to shoot someone from a block and a half away, waiver slightly.

“This is a sonogram,” he says flatly. He looks up at you, a huge smile on his face. “This is a baby.”

Relieved he looks overjoyed, you relax. Jake bolts out of his side of the booth to join you on yours, pulling in for a huge, hard hug.

“So, you’re happy?” You ask him

“Sweetheart, I’m over the moon,” Jake kisses you. He holds up the photo. Nothing more than a dark blob floating in static, but Jake looks proud already. He wipes one of his eyes with the knuckle of his glove. “Look at our little pup.”

You elbow him. “Might not even be a werewolf.”

“Sure, sure,” Jake says, turning the picture this way and that, “as long as it doesn’t come out with a big, fucking, beak then I’m good.”

You laugh, holding the picture with him.

“Is it weird that I do, kind of want it to be like you, though?” Jake asks quietly, his arm settling in around your shoulders. “I want to see you run around with it, hunt with it. Ah, well,” he kisses the top of your head. “If this one’s a regular Joe like me, then we’ll just have to keep trying.”

“You’re in no way, shape, or form, regular,” you say. “And if the pup you spotted isn’t a werewolf, maybe one of the other two are.”

You take the picture from him, running your hands over the small, round blob, and over another smear next to it, and yet another tiny, dark shape on the other side.

Jake Lockley, charming, intimidating, cocky. Goes completely speechless.

“I think we can safely call them a litter,” you say.

You signal the bartender to bring Jake something stronger than a beer.

Even his mustache doesn’t twitch. His heavy eyelids don’t blink. Not a single muscle moves.

You grab your phone and take a picture of Jake’s face. He doesn’t react to the flash.

“I’m going to frame this with the sonogram,” you say.

The bartender sets down a shot of whiskey, claps Jake on the back when he spots the black and white baby photo. “Congrats on the kids. You gotta quit smoking, though, alright? Nothing more dangerous than smoking.”

You can think of a few things you and Jake do that are much more dangerous, but to your surprise, Jake reaches into his jacket, pulls out his metal and leather cigarette case. Wordless, he hands it over to the bartender.

Then, he picks up the shot glass and hands it over too.

“I gotta set a good example,” Jake says as the bartender walks away with both hands occupied.

“Is that blood on your shirt?” You say, his jacket opened from getting out his cigarettes.

“Uh, yeah. I got into a knife fight on the way here. I won, but I guess,” he rubs a hand through his hair, “that’s not really the point. Okay. Starting now, I’m a good example.”

He snaps his fingers.

“Shit. No. Knife-guy had a partner that the Bird’s asking me to take care of later. So, after that, I’m a good example.”

You fold up the sonogram photo, you had them make a few copies, and tuck it into the inside pocket of Jake’s jacket, where his smokes used to go.

“Actually,” Jake rambles, “I’ll have to patrol around our apartment more now, just to make sure things stay safe. I won’t kill anyone in a five block radius, though. And I have to keep weapons in the apartment, but I’ll make sure they’re locked up. Is it legal to put three baby seats in the back of a cab?”

Jake reaches over the table for a napkin and you hand him a pen from your bag. He starts making an incoherent list. 

Seeing Jake freak out a little, which is more than you’ve ever seen, makes you feel strangely calm. Even the wolf inside of you seems to turn a circle and lay down. Like you both know Jake has the watch, that he’d never let anything happen to you or your pups.

And then you see him write, ‘find new partner.’

“What’s that?” You jab your finger at it.

“Sweetheart, you can’t be out there night after night, biting people in half when-“

“Like hell I can’t, Lockley.”

“You can go out, but you can’t sink your teeth into people. You don’t know where they’ve been.”

“I’m sure it’s fine. Nothing phases me when I shift. I’m weird. You’re weird. I’m sure the kids will also be deeply weird too.”

“I’m not arguing about this with you.”

Which is what he always says, right before he argues. It’s fun, though, arguing with Jake.

He makes everything better. You think you do the same for him.

“You want to go upstate, blow off some steam?” You ask him.

Jake thinks it over for the blink of an eye. “Hell, yeah. You get the check, I’ll bring the car around.”

He scrunches his hat back on his head, but then takes a long minute to kiss the living daylights out of you.

“I love you,” he says, lips still against yours. “And I love this family already, no matter how weird we are.”

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Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds You

Inspired by these anon asks

Jake is playing puppy for the first time and he likes it more than he is willing to admit. But how could he not with such a wonderful Mistress like yourself?

AO3

tags: established relationship | sub!Jake | Dom!Reader | female Reader with a vagina | puppy play | muzzle | leash and collar | bratty Jake | scent kink | penetration | cunnilingus | cum eating

ships: Jake Lockley/Reader

word count: 2.8k

Part of Fran's Mini Kinktober 2024

AN: a huge thanks to @faretheeoscar for helping with the translations! I literally could not have done it without you and your council of friends 💙 and just as much love goes to the wonderful @silvernight-m for keeping me motivated through writing this and for her AMAZING ART FOR THIS FIC 💙

Maybe he's imagining things but he swears he can smell your arousal from across the room, your desire clinging to the air like a perfume, cloying yet irresistible. He's unsure if he's allowed to look up at you, to consume your body with his eyes, so he keeps his head down. Instead he tries to get lost in his other senses: the soft sound of leather creaking as you shift your position on the old chaise lounge on the other side of the room, the feeling of his knees digging into the carpet and the heaviness of both the collar around his neck and the muzzle you had strapped to his face.

It’s humiliating. A fucking muzzle. Like he’s some dumb mutt you picked up on the streets. If it wasn’t for that damn muzzle he could just get up and walk over and bury his face where your scent was the sweetest and just- His fingers twitch and his eyes widen in realization.

You hadn’t tied him down.

He could just get up and simply take what he wanted. He doesn’t need to just kneel there and wait for whatever you had planned.

As soon as the thought forms in his head his body moves. Eagerly Jake gets up from his position down on the ground, his eyes facing forward and he sees you for the first time since you told him to kneel and wait for instructions. He can’t take in much of your appearance, his attention caught instead by the leather leash held tightly in your hands.

“Down.”

He freezes in his tracks. Jake hasn’t heard you speak since the beginning of your little game and the sudden sound of your voice hits him like a train. It takes a moment for him to gather himself before his stunned expression switches to anger. “I’m not your dog! I’m-”

“I said: down,” you repeat, your voice eerily calm with just a hint of a threat; the or else implied.

His legs give out under him and Jake falls to the ground, his knees hitting the carpet with a dull thud. He wants to argue back, to say something but when he looks up at you again the words die on his tongue. You glower at him and with just that look his throat grows tight. Jake chokes on a whimper and quickly looks back down, fixing his posture so he is resuming the position you had guided him into earlier, his cock hanging heavy between his naked thighs.

Jake grits his teeth, seething at his own reaction. If you would simply do something, anything. The quiet, the stillness, the fucking waiting has him go stircrazy. And now he is even closer to you, kneeling right by your feet like he’s your fucking lapdog. 

He was right though, even from across the room, and now that he is closer it’s even clearer: he can smell your arousal and it’s divine. It makes his head spin. The things he would do for you to let him taste you, to let him bury his tongue in your wet cunt and suck on your clit like it’s candy. His cock is twitching just thinking about it. He wants to bite into your plush thighs, your ass, your tits and fuck you until you see stars. 

A pathetic whine escapes his throat as his hips buck forward, his mind conjuring pictures of you two fucking like animals. You click your tongue at him and his head jerks upward, eyes focused on you. 

“You’re already panting for it like a bitch in heat,” you sneer, “No self-control.” Jake swallows another whine, closes his eyes and tries to collect himself. He just needs to give you a little push so you’d take off this damn muzzle and let him bury his face between your legs. A few deep breaths later he opens his eyes again to stare at you, a defiant smirk splayed across his lips. “Maybe you should have trained me better then, mí Ama,” he counters. He notices with glee that your eye twitches in response. He can almost hear you grinding your teeth and it makes his stomach do a little flip. Just the thought of your teeth against his skin, biting, claiming has him dizzy with want.

“Cheeky pup,” you purr softly, an edge to your voice that makes him shudder with the implications. His eyes are drawn to your hands as you wrap the leash around them just to unwrap it again, a slow, mesmerizing motion. “Are you feeling restless, puppy? Is that why you are mouthing off like a street mutt?” You lean forward and loosely put the leash around his neck, letting it hang across his shoulders and pull him closer. Jake instinctively tries to rub his cheek against your knee but the muzzle is in the way, blocking him from making skin contact. A frustrated growl reverberates from his throat and he leans his forehead against your knee instead. 

“Behave,” you hiss as he continues to growl like an angry dog. His eyes flick up to you and with bared teeth he hisses back: “Make me.” Harshly you grab him by the O-ring of his collar and drag him up to your eye level. “Do you want me to put you into the cage and leave you there alone? Or are you going to be a good boy for me?” 

His eyes widen in barely concealed terror. The cage was the worst punishment - his broad form locked away in a tiny dog cage, left alone with nothing but his thoughts to occupy him. If your threat was serious then Jake had really pushed too far. If.

He grits his teeth, his gaze hardening. You’re bluffing; you had to be. All he needs is to get a fucking taste of your delicious cunt and he’ll play your obedient lap dog all you want. “I’ll be good if you take this fucking muzzle off,” Jake growls, aggressively pushing his muzzled face between your thighs and taking a deep breath, “I can smell how wet you are, mí Ama. Just let me get my mouth on you.” You spread your thighs wider and he almost whimpers with joy as he rubs his muzzled face against your clothed pussy. He’s so close. You smell so good and he fucking needs it.

He knows he went too far when you click your tongue disapprovingly. “I give you an inch and you're taking a mile.” The disappointment in your voice makes him flinch. Your deft fingers find purchase in his hair and you pull him away from you. “You don’t get to make demands here,” you spit, with venom on your tongue, as your disappointment turns to anger and Jake has the urge to lay down on his stomach and beg for forgiveness. A low whine vibrates through the back of his throat. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good,” he whimpers, “Please, mí Ama.”

You remove the leash from his neck and tighten it between your hands. “You're nothing more than a disobedient dog,” you smack the soft leather against your palm, the sound echoing like a thunder strike, making Jake flinch. “An animal driven by it's most basic instincts,” you pull his head back by his hair and attach the leash to his collar, “You want my pussy? You're not getting a taste until you're a good puppy and fuck me like the dog you are.” He watches you stand up and slowly strip off your clothing, his poor, neglected cock throbbing with every piece hitting the floor. 

You’re letting him fuck you. He can’t think beyond that, whining and pawing at your naked body, just for you to push him back down to his knees. “Silly puppy,“ you purr, “Thinking with nothing but your cock, isn’t that so?” You reach down and give his cock a little squeeze, small bolts of pleasure shooting up his spine. Jake moans pathetically, his hips snapping forward, desperately trying to fuck your hand, but you pull away before he can get any more friction than you allow. “Mí Ama, please. Please let me fuck you,” he begs, precum pooling at his frenulum and slowly dripping down his shaft, “Me voy a portar bien, voy a ser un chico bueno.”

You turn around and kneel down in front of him, resting your upper body on the leather chaise lounge. His eyes roam over your naked form, your perfect ass and thighs, your back towards him, so much skin he could taste and bite and mark. An insistent tug on his collar pulls him out of his thoughts. “Come on, puppy.” You’re watching him over your shoulder, the leash held tightly in your hands, “Fuck me.” You pull him closer by the leash and Jake stumbles forward. His hands hover over your hips, a low whine in his throat as he hesitates. You watch him, bemused, “Go on, fuck your Mistress.” With trembling hands Jake grabs the base of his cock, guiding it towards your entrance. He slides his member between your slick folds and fuck you’re so wet that he can’t help himself but rut against your cunt, panting like bitch in heat. Another sharp tug launches him forward, his breath caught in his throat as his collar gets pulled with the leash. “I told you to fuck me,” your voice shoots like lightning though his system. Jake nods frantically, “Sí mí Ama. Perdóname,” he pants as he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You’re so wet; he sinks into you with one stroke, burying himself inside to the hilt and dragging a low moan from your throat. 

It's overwhelming, your wet heat gripping him so tightly. His fingers dig into your hips as he starts pumping into you from behind. “Se siente tan rico, toda tu eres divina.” he groans reverently. He won't last long with how good you feel around his cock, how gorgeous you look bend over the chaise lounge, how fucking sexy you sound. There is no rhythm to his movements, just animalistic need as he mounts you. The moans and cries spilling from your mouth only urge him on further. 

With a harsh tug on the leash he is pressed against you, chest to back. In that moment Jake wants nothing more than to lick the sweat off of your skin, to kiss and mark and bite but all he can do is nuzzle against your shoulder blades with his muzzle. He whines like a dog begging for scraps. “Por favor, quítamelo. Quítame esto,” he pleads, his hips stuttering. Your pussy clenches and flutters around him and it's too much. He can't hold back, his balls growing tighter the closer he gets to his peak. He just needs and needs and needs.

“You can come,” you gasp, sounding like you are already close to your own climax, “Come for me, puppy.” One hand snakes from your hip to your stomach, pulling you closer towards him as he snaps his hips forward, drilling his cock into you frantically. “Gracias. Gracias. Gracias,” he babbles against your neck, desperation coating his voice like honey. He’s desperate to come, thrusting into you with reckless abandon. With the way you are crying out for him he's sure he's hitting the right spot, the one that leaves you writhing and panting, seeing stars. With one more hard thrust you come around his cock, the tight squeeze of your cunt sending Jake over the edge too. With a shuddering groan he spills his seed deep inside of you. You're both gasping for air and it takes all of his energy to not collapse right on top of you, instead trying to keep steady by holding onto the chaise lounge.

He stays like this, pressed close to you, inside you, your chests heaving in one rhythm. Jake nuzzles into your neck from behind, the leather of his muzzle dragging over your sweat soaked skin. “Te amo,” he groans, his voice sounding hoarse. “I love you too, Jake.” From this position he can't see your face but he can hear a smile in your voice. A soft rumble reverberates from his chest, something close to a pleased purr. “You’ve been so good for me, pet.” His ears perk up at your praise, your sweet words like a drug to him. “How about I give you a treat? But you’ll need to pull out first, baby.” He hums in affirmation even though he’d love to stay like this for at least a while longer. But the promise of a treat makes him agree easily. Gently he pulls out of you, some of his cum leaking out of your pussy and Jake chokes down a possessive growl. “Down, boy,” you say with a grin, though he knows it's just as much an order as it is meant to tease. 

He leans back and returns to his kneeling position. He watches you get up and stretch for a bit, the vast expanse of your naked back and perfect ass makes him swallow hard so he doesn't drool all over himself - especially since he can see his own cum slowly running down between your gorgeous thighs. Before he can go down the rabbit hole of why that sight wakes something primal in him you turn around and resume your place atop the chaise lounge, legs spread so he can fit comfortably between them as you drag him forward by his leash.

Jake stumbles forward on his knees, barely keeping his balance. The way he looks at you, eyes wide and shining, he does resemble a sweet little puppy. You lean forward, your hands finding the back of his head. With deft fingers you open the clasps holding the muzzle in place. “You’ve been such a good puppy. We can remove this now so you can enjoy your treat,” you explain while Jake is almost vibrating out of his skin now that he can finally put his mouth on you soon. Gently you remove the muzzle from his head and place it next to you on the chaise lounge. He licks his lips as you just watch him for a moment, taking in his face - now free of the leather construct keeping him caged. “There is my pretty pup,” you coo, fingers tracing over his features like he is a precious marble statue. His lips twitch in a satisfied smirk as he preens under your praise. 

“You want your treat now?” He nods eagerly and you chuckle. “Since you asked for it so much you get to taste my pussy and clean up the mess you made. Do you like that, pet?” Jake chokes on a whine, “Sí, sí mí Ama.” He quickly bridges the gap between you two and captures your lips in a kiss. You moan into his mouth, eagerly letting his tongue slip between your lips. It's passionate, loving and just what you need as you are still catching your breath after your shared orgasm. 

Jake breaks the sensual kiss to explore more of you with his mouth and lips and tongue. His kisses travel down your chin and neck, further down to your breasts and stomach until he kneels between your thighs again. Eagerly he dives between your spread legs, kissing your mound before dragging his tongue between your folds. The mixed taste of you hits his tongue and he groans in pleasure. Like a starved man he licks and sucks on your pussy, swallowing down your juices and the last traces of his own cum. You moan weakly, the sound almost drowned out by Jake’s slurping noises. You push his head down and away from your sensitive clit, the potential overstimulation too much for you to handle right after your orgasm.

Once the last drop of his cum is cleaned out of your cunt he stays there, nuzzled between your thighs, his mind silent and his heart content. You quietly pet his head, locks of hair twirled between your fingers. “You were wonderful,” you whisper, “The muzzle wasn't too bad, was it?” Jake hums quietly in agreement and looks up at you with a soft smile. “Think we can add it to our list? Or do you prefer this being a one time thing?” you ask as you carefully remove the leash and his collar. Jake sighs softly at the loss, resting his head against your thigh. “You can add it,” he mumbles, “I like-...I liked it.” His eyelids feel heavy as the adrenaline of the session wears off but he keeps his eyes fixed on you. “Did you? Like it?” You chuckle. “Oh I loved it, baby. I might even like it more than the cuffs.” Suddenly Jake bursts out laughing. “Ah, mi corazón. That means a lot. Fuck, you’re gonna keep me in that thing all the time now, aren't you?” 

There it is, that cheeky grin, that mischievous spark. Not your puppy but your Jake.

“You’ll have to wait and find out."

[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

Who are you choosing to keep you safe?

[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

♔ Nipple Play ♔

Pairing: Cecil Dennis x Fem!Dom!Reader

Warning: 18+ smut, nipple play [obviously] and some cussing.

A/n: OK this was hard, like super hard. But I made it through somehow. And I know it's not that good. So I would appreciate some feedbacks. Anyway Enjoy!!

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You always wanted to try it out, but you were to afraid of what Cecil might think about it, so always kept it to yourself.

It was until one night, when he came up to you, nervously looking down on the floor. Before asking..

"Uhh hey babe, um i've been meaning to ask you this for a very long time. And you are completely free to say no to this. But, um..."

When it left his lips, you couldn't believe it. You were over the moon. You immediately jumped out of your chair, nodding at him furiously, giving him the biggest hug.

Now infront of your mirror, looking down at yourself, in your new blue lingerie set that you had recently bought. It cupped your breast and all your curves perfectly, all in the right places . You were super anxious but also excited for Cecils reaction to your new set. You had told him earlier to wait for you in the bedroom and not to touch himself, while you finish getting ready.

When you came into the room, the first thing you noticed is how Cecil was already completely naked head-to-toe, awaiting upon your arrival. Sitting at the edge of the bed with his hands on his knees, like a good boy he is.

You stepped inside, leaning against the doorframe with a tray of ice cubes in your hand. You lingered there for a moment, letting him savour in the view. He immediately stood up with his jaw wide open, looking at you like a hawk.

"God.. you look so hot in that babe. I wanna rip it off of you. And fuck the shit out of you, right now."

He walked up to you, lifting his hands up to touch you, but you lowered down his hands, shushing him by placing a finger on his soft lips. Making him take a step back.

"OH no, today i'll be taking care of YOU, and the only thing you have to do in return, is sit back and follow my lead"

You drag your finger through his lips down to his chest, gently pushing him back towards the bed until he hits the side, making him fall backwards and look up at you.

You were really starting to like this whole thing. Taking control, dominating him, being on top and all...

You purposely bended over perking up, giving him a better view of your butt. Slowly placing the ice tray on the bedside table. You looked back at him, you can already see the drool escaping his lips, goggling you up and down.

You stand up, straightening up your posture. Before gently laying him down on the bed and slowly crawling up, hovering above him.

You first lower your face to gently kiss his lips, slow and steady. He moans into your mouth, arching his back up for any sort of contact. But you firmly push him back down.

"Tsk tsk behave, no touching"

"Sorry mam" he says.

You love it when he calls you that.

You drag your fingers up to his curly messy hair, tangling your fingers with it. Then tugging it to the side, exposing more flesh, making him groan at the sudden action. You start kissing his jawline roughly, leaving sloppy kisses all over his neck down to his collar bone, lingering there for a moment, sucking and kissing hard. Enough to leave bruise marks there.

He's doing everything in his power not pull you in close by your waist to feel you, to touch you, to grind up against you. Instead he's gripping the sheets beside him so tight, that his knuckles have turned white.

You lower yourself down to his chest and start doing small kitty licks, flicking the nip upwards. Then you latch on to his right nipple and start sucking on it, using your tongue to circle around it while using your other hand to twist and pinch the other nipple around your digits.

"Please babe.. I need to touch you..please, i'll do anything" he whines.

You detach yourself, to look up to him through your lashes. Seeing his puppy dog eyes. You couldn't possibly say no to him, not when he's doing that. Besides you have teased him enough for today.

"Now since you have asked so nicely. You can go ahead..touch me."

He immediately starts roaming your body with his rough hands. Coming up to your shoulder, playing with the straps. Swiftly removing it, making your breast bounce out. Mezmerized at it, he starts kneading them with both of his hands, grazing his thumbs over your buds.

You lean to the side and grab an ice cube from the tray. Which is already melting in your hand.

You lean down, and start drawing shapes with the cube on his abdomen moving upwards to his chest. Tracing small circles around his nipples. Squirming under your touch.

"Does this feel good love? Is this okay?"

He opens his eyes to look at you. Trying to speak..

"It's more than okay, I'm just happy we're finally doing this shit."

You chuckle at how adorable he his.

You take another ice cube and putting it in your mouth, moving it around coaxing it with your spit. You push it out, holding it right between your lips. Moving up, right above his lips. Signaling him to open his mouth.

You then drop the the ice cube straight into his mouth, the saliva string still attached. And command him to swallow it. He does just that. He swallows it, sticking his tongue out, proving it to you.

"Good boy"

You pull yourself off of him. Getting out of the bed.

"Babe what are you doing?"

You don't say anything, instead you the let action, speak for themselves.

Getting down on your knees. You take his cock with both of your hands and slowly start to pump it, gradually speeding up.

He throws his head back in pleasure moaning out your name.

"Oh, oh yes Y/N, yeah comon yes faster, Faster!!"

It didn't take him long before he reached his climax.

Long shots of hot white strings, shot up in the air. You sucked of every drop of it, not wasting anything.

When he came down of his high, he looks down at you, cupping your face with his hands for you to look at him. Leaning into the touch. He kisses your forehead, before looking at you back.

"Babe please don't ever be afraid to tell me if you wanna try something new, alright? I'm down to try anything, if that means I get to do it with you, yeah?"

You smile and nod, giving him a kiss on his lips.

THE END

Thx for reading, reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

Moron

Pairing: Blue Jones and Cecil Dennis x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 15, Free Use

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: Free use (though probs not as much as expected), drunkeness, alcohol mentions, degrading, blowjob/facefucking, p in v, protected sex (condom), oral (f receiving), squirting, threesome, hair pulling, crying, Blue is his own warning, name calling, Cecil just being an overall dummy and saying funny things, lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 1,982

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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As much as Blue hates to admit it, you don't belong to him. You've had enough other men's cocks inside you by now for it to quite frankly be stupid of him to say it; yet he still does, he still tells you every time he's balls deep inside you that you belong to him and him only.

You have someone else that says the same kinda thing, but it's just the other way round. Cecil likes knowing that he's yours, and unlike yourself, he actually sticks to it… not that he could find any other girl that'd take his pathetic ass anyway.

The man comes stumbling into the club as usual, bottle in one hand and red stained cloth wrapped around the other. He asks around for you of course, but when he's directed towards the head of the club's office he's faced with something he didn't want to see in a million years; you, cheek pressed harshly against the desk as Blue Jones pounds you from behind, and the worst part is that you seem to be loving it.

Cecil bursts in, making both of you stop in your tracks.

"Heyy! You can't do that! She said she's for me!" The disheveled man protests.

Oh my god.

"Cecil– ah– get outta here! You dunno what you're getting yourself int—" you're silenced by a hard thrust from Blue, who'd only seemed to stop for a second at the disruption before continuing to slam into you harshly.

The sight makes Cecil wince, and he can already feel the tears welling in his eyes as he wipes his face on his sleeve.

"This your other man huh?" Blue leans over you and sneers in your ear. "The one you like to just give yourself too? Without even a care for the money he doesn't make me?" Blue eyes the other man before gesturing for him to come over to the both of you. "She's told me how pathetic you are, you're just a bumbling moron looking for a quickie, ain't you?"

Cecil shakes his head quickly, but the tears start falling down his face as he sniffles and tries to hide it in his jacket. His cheeks are so rosy and flushed, strands of curls falling in his face as his shoulders shudder. It's a sight that you're quite familiar with, and one that makes you more aroused than it probably should.

You manage to look up at Cecil despite the other man's hand wrapped around the back of your neck and pressing you against the hard wood. "Cecil baby, c'mere." You gesture for him to come closer after smacking Blue's wrist to slow down, which he surprisingly obliges to.

Cecil stumbles towards you and puts the bottle on the desk. Feeling your arms wrap around his waist is somewhat reassuring to the man and he sighs shakily, showing you his bloody hand with a pout. "I tried fucking some other girl, but she got pissed when I swallowed one of her rings by accident when I was sucking on her fingers."

You try not to laugh, but it's incredibly hard when the man just naturally gets himself into moronic situations.

Blue isn't as ashamed to hide his laughter, a raucously snarky chuckle coming from behind you.

You manage to prop yourself up on your elbows and you stroke his wrists, carefully running your fingers over his. "I want you to join, Cecil, will you do that for me?"

You know he's a sucker for pleasing you… and for getting his cock sucked whenever he can.

"Only if he shuts the fuck up." He points at Blue, which warrants a hard thrust from the club owner.

You gasp and nod. "He will baby, he will. C'mere, lemme make you feel better."

Your hands start working on Cecil's trousers, which is hard to do when you're getting your back blown out by your boss, especially one that favours you the most. Eventually you pry his slacks open to paw at his cock. You wrap your hand around the clothed flaccid length while the other holds onto his good hand; you know he loves that too, it makes him feel wanted.

It doesn't take very long for Cecil to get hard, despite being face to face with his 'contender', and soon he's rolling his hips into your hand and begging for your mouth.

"Damn, you get excited quick don't you?" Blue mocks, which makes Cecil whine and buck his hips into your hand.

You feel him rest his bad hand on your head and a little part of you hopes he doesn't get any fucking blood in your hair. Your attention is drawn back to the pathetic man that's now whaling for you to suck his dick.

"Please baby! Please please, I've been good— well apart from earlier but that don't count 'cause I didn't even get to stick it in."

You moan softly, since you love it when he tells you he's been good, before you pull his cock free of his underwear, the tip throbbing and leaking already.

Blue's pace seems to stop for a moment as he watches you take the blunt head in your mouth, wrapping your lips around Cecil's shaft while the man in question whimpers.

The club owner's cock twitches as he observes you taking it deeper and deeper till your nose is pressed against the scruffy man's abdomen, unkempt pubes tickling your skin.

"Shit, honey, you're so good at taking it in the throat aren't you?" Blue's hand runs over your head and you nod dumbly, loving the feeling of being full at both ends.

"Let's see how you fair while I'm fucking your brains out."

You whine and choke as Blue starts thrusting again. The way you get pushed forward only pushes you further down on Cecil's cock, who lets out a strangled moan.

Eventually you get your bearings and you're able to wrap your hand around the other's cock and pull off of him, just to take him all into your mouth once again.

Both the men moan at that and you feel Blue's hips start to stutter as he struggles to hold himself together, curses and moans coming out through clenched teeth.

"God, I love watching you being used, you like it don't you? Like having both your greedy holes filled? Just like the whore you are." Blue tugs your hair, which in turn pulls your mouth off of Cecil with a loud pop and a gurgled moan from you.

"I do, Blue! Fuck I love both your cocks." You whine, scrambling to get your mouth on the other man again.

Cecil tries to rock his hips forward with desperate cries, but the club owner keeps your head firmly pulled back.

"Beg for it, beg to suck his cock again."

"Oh c'mon! I thought you said you were gonna be quiet—" Cecil complains.

You whimper and whine, but Blue's grip is tight on your hair, and if you wait any longer you're going to cum all over the harsher man's cock before you even get your mouth on Cecil.

"Please Blue— please lemme help him— ah— he's so desperate for it I can't help it!"

That seems to work, the man letting go of your head to let you go back to what you were doing.

Cecil feels like he's going explode if he doesn't feel the warmth of your mouth soon, but finally your lips are wrapped around him again and he can hold the back of your head; this time going not so easy on you.

He fucks into your wet heat with staggered thrusts, his head tilted back in pleasure as he uses your throat for his own gain, loud pathetic whimpers coming from his lips.

" 'atta girl, all for us to use—" Blue pants. You can hear in his voice that he's getting close too, which you're relieved about, because you think if he continues fucking you like this your legs are going to give out and he'll have to hold you up.

"I wanna use you like this more— please lemme do this more, it's so nice." Cecil begs, but you're unsure if it's for you or for Blue.

"Wonder how many others I can get to fuck you, maybe one in this tight little hole here—" your boss runs his thumb over your other hole and it makes you choke out a moan.

The constricting of your throat is enough to make Cecil spill suddenly, his cock buried so deep in your throat that it bypasses your taste buds and pumps straight down your esophagus.

Blue is next to fill you up, his growls and moans making you whimper as he grips your hips and fills the condom with his arousal, his head tilting back to enjoy the feeling.

Your legs are shaking by the time the men both pull away, but you're left still strung high on that cliff, hoping to God that one of them will take mercy on your poor throbbing cunt.

Your prayers are answered sooner than you expect.

Blue's arms wrap underneath your knees and pull you up against his chest, your legs crushing against your own chest with your throbbing heat on show for Cecil.

All you can do is scramble a little in Blue's grasp; if you know him well enough, you know what he wants, and it's going to make you scream and claw at his arms from being so sensitive.

"I see you looking at her. Go on, use that stupid mouth for something good."

Cecil is drooling at the sight of your cunt spread for him like that and he drops to his knees, gazing up at you as if you're some kind of deity blessing him with your presence.

Your arms hold onto Blue's, bracing yourself for the way Cecil's tongue is going to make you squirm, but before you can, you feel hardness bumping against your cunt.

How the fuck is he hard again already?

You don't have time to contemplate before your boss is shoving his thick cock inside you once more, fucking you open by bouncing you on himself.

"Shit, I love this cunt, honey."

All you can do is shriek and clench around him, the feeling being enhanced when you feel Cecil's tongue working on your clit… He may not be the best at holding his load or fucking, but he definitely knows how to use his tongue.

You're driven closer and closer to ecstasy each time you're brought down on Blue's cock, Cecil's tongue waiting for you mercilessly every time the other is buried deep inside your cunt.

Your body feels like it's on fire, and it's only a matter of a few more thrusts before you're crying out for both of them, your body squeezing and tensing on Blue so much that you're pretty sure it winds him for a second. You feel pleasure rush through your body and out of your cunt, and it's only once you open your eyes that you realise what happened.

"Oh sh–shit... I'm sorry, Cecil..."

The man looks up at you in pure awe before shaking his head, pushing his dampened curls out of his face as he wipes your dripping arousal from his skin. "I had a girl actually piss on me once, so that was a much better surprise."

You aren't able to hold back a laugh this time, though it's definitely a shaky one... and you even hear Blue let out a quiet chuckle.

You're about to let yourself down, but the harsher man tightens his grip on your thighs, and that's when you realise he didn't cum. "Ah ah, where'd you think you're going, honey? You still owe me another orgasm, and I think I got a lot more friends that would wanna get in on this too, sweetheart."

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[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

...free use with cecil but youre the one using him... eye twitching

Ooo I love this! Cecil is the type to get horny very easily so once you suggest a 'free use' policy he's over the moon.

You're bored.

That's usually how it starts when you hang out with Cecil, the novelty of the current trouble he is in fading out until you're left with him leaning into you, just taking in your warmth and presence like he could live off of that alone.

So if you're bored you might as well just fuck, right?

You lean into him, your lips brushing over the shell of his ear as you whisper: "Get hard for me, baby. I wanna ride you."

Cecil looks up at you, blinking slowly, needing a bit longer than the average person to process what you're saying. But once he does it's like a switch has been flipped. Cecil scrambles to get his cock out, fumbling with his fly as you simply watch him, amused by how eager he is. His dick is already half hard once he actually gets it out of his pants. He spits on his length before he starts stroking it like he is under a timelimit. He might as well be, you have left him high and dry before just for your amusement. Cecil really has no right to look that hot and pathetic at the same time.

His cock is hard in no time, twitching against his abdomen as he finally lets go of it. His sad cow eyes look up at you, begging you to use him like you said, to make him your little fucktoy (and maybe even let him cum if he's good).

You giggle to yourself as you straddle his lap, your clothes already stripped while Cecil got himself nice and ready for you. Without much preamble you sink down on his cock with a drawn out sigh, enjoying the feeling of being filled.

"Fuck- your pussy feels so good," he slurrs as you start a slow rhythm, bouncing on his cock at your own leisure. As he huffs and puffs against you, moaning like a cheap whore, you wonder if maybe you should just stay like this, warm his cock for a bit until he crys and begs you to move. Or if you should just ride him like you said before, using him to cum and then leaving him hard until you felt like round 2 was in order.

Either way you'd make good use of him.

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Getting drunk on Christmas (Cecil Dennis x reader)

A/N: A Christmas Drabble as a present for @ominoose hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Alcohol consumption, fluffy fluff

Words:439

“Finally some alone time, with my darling.” Cecil says as he re-enters the living room after bidding the guest’s farewell, His cold beer in one hand a glass of her favorite wine in the other. He smiles at his Fiancée who is still picking up wrapping paper from all the mornings festivities. She turns to him with a smile taking the wine from him, letting the cold liquid hit her lips as she looks around the well decorated home.

“It’s really a Christmas miracle we get through all this every year.” She laughs. Cecil’s family was always a little much, very sweet and kind but very rowdy and excitable at the same time. She was much more used to her family, a quieter lot, with simple traditions, but she loves them all either way. But now that they were gone, it was nice to just get a little time the two of them.

“You’re my miracle baby.” He says with slightly slurred speech. This wasn’t his first beer of the day, and this wasn’t her first glass of wine. His glassy brown eyes looking at her with drunken adoration. He wraps and arm around her as she sets down the bag of trash, he nuzzles his face into her neck as he pulls her in closer. She laughs at his antics as he pulls her closer.

“Cecil! That tickles!” She giggles. He laughs with her his breath on her skin. He playfully wrestles her to the couch, both of them slightly spilling their drinks on themselves as they horse around like they usually do. Their drunken laughter fills the room as Cecil begins to tickle her. The wine glass hits the carpet, the beer bottle forgotten as the rough housing and tickling quickly turns to making out. Her lips on his, His hands in her hair, holding each other close as they share an intimate moment.  He pulls away for a moment before littering her face with kisses.

“I…Love...you…so…much!” He says in-between kisses as she smiles at him with half lidded eyes. 

“I love you too, baby. You make everything better…every day I’m thankful to have you.” She kissed the tip of his nose and he looks at her with eyes wide and full of love. “Merry Christmas Darling” She whispers

“Merry Christmas Babe.” He smiles. He hugs her close before looking over her shoulder at the Christmas tree.  Smiling ear to ear. This was all he ever wanted. To be happy, with her, domestic bliss. Year after year, for the rest of their lives.

I'll be getting drunk on Christmas, As long as I get Christmas with you

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[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

You knew I wanted just to hold you (Cecil Dennis x reader)

Warnings: Drug use, Weed, making out,

A/n: Requested by @summonthesoups Hope you love it! Takes place in the same universe as “Drunk on Christmas”

Words:639

She stood on the Porch, leaning on the railing, a joint in her hand. It was five in the morning and after hours of tossing and turning she had given up on the night. She took a drag of the joint between her fingers and breaths deeply, closing her eyes as she inhales, letting the smoke fill her lungs, a comforting feeling. As she exhales she opens her eyes, she is face to face with her Fiancé Cecil. He looks half asleep and groggy, a slight pout on his face. She lazily offers him the joint and he reaches for it, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He takes a drag as he moves to lean next to her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asks, his soft warm eyes on hers as he takes another drag.

“No. Fucking insomnia.” She takes the joint back from him and takes another long drag. He tilts his head and looks at her like a sweet confused puppy.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? You didn’t have to be alone.” His voice whiny and slightly sad, like a kid who wasn’t invited to a birthday party.

“Just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean you have to lose sleep too.” She smiles softly at him. Cecil’s response is to wrap his arms around her and pull her in closer nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and he makes a soft whimpering sound.

“Still, I don’t like waking up without you. I get Lonely.” He softly whines. She smiles at him. Cecil was so touchy and needy it was one of the things she loved about him. She hardly ever gets touch-starved with him around. She takes another drag of her Joint before holding it out for Cecil to take the last couple drags. He obliges gladly before tossing the filter out. They both wander back inside, Cecil practically dragging her to the bed. He pulls her under the covers, wrapping himself around her, his nose pressed to her neck his hot breath on her shoulder as he keeps her close. As the weed starts to take effect she lets out a soft giggle, Cecil chuckles, and soon they are a puddle of giggles and laughs, arms and legs tangled together, foreheads pressed together as they stare into each other’s eyes.

“You’re eyes…they’re so pretty, Like, whoa.” He mumbles as he brushes her hair out of her face.

“Yeah? You think?” She chuckles, running her fingers along the stubble on his chin and along his neck.

“Yeah, I think…I think you’re pretty, like…so pretty” he continues, his eyes flutter open and closed, like he was struggling to stay awake, the combination of being tangled up cozy and the marijuana making it hard to keep conscious. She was finally also starting to feel the pull of sleep. She presses her lips to his skin, his forehead, the tip of his nose, finally landing on his lips. He snorts in laughter as he kisses her back, he takes her top lip in-between his teeth and pulls gently, teasing. She laughs.

“What are you doing?” She giggles

“Kissing you! What do you think I’m doing?”

“Being a goofball, that’s what I think you’re doing” She says with a laugh. He looks at her in mock offence.

“Well! Excuse me for being affectionate with my fiancée!” he playfully huffed.

“I’m so sorry honey, how can I convince you to forgive me?” She played along, looking at her with a sweet facial expression. He smiles at her, pulling her close and sloppily kisses her on the jaw.

“I think… I know… how you can… convince me.” He says between kisses, his hands dragging his hands along her body holding her closer and closer. “I want to hold you Babe…please.” He bites at her neck softly she shutters.

“Of course Cecil…I’m yours.”

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[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

can I request hcs about being cecil's best friend?

Contents: gn!reader, Cecil fluff, bad choices, drug & gun references

“But you’re my best friend.”

Cecil has been roping you into his bullshit for almost 20 years with that phrase.

He needs someone to babysit him when he tries mushrooms for the first time.

He shows up bloody and bandaged and needs a place to lay low.

He may have been holding a felony-level amount of drugs and gotten arrested and he’s going to jail and would you please visit him every week?

He looks at you with his big, watery, sad puppy eyes and like…

... you can’t say no.

Even though he is an undeniable pain in your ass, he's sweet in his own way.

The most loyal person you’ve ever met.

Always down to give you ride (until he’d lost his license, but he still drives anyway)

Always down to hang (he can deal from anywhere)

You never have to worry about your weed being laced with anything sketchy. Cecil would never let that happen to you.

Sometimes you both get lonely, and it’s not a big deal afterward

And there was that one time you’d been seeing someone who turned out to be a violent asshole.

Cecil got a big-ass gun from his cousin, and your ex was never seen again.

And his girlfriend is a great cook. Like, amazing and doesn’t mind if you mooch.

You don’t know what you’d do without his lovable, sloppy ass.

Without him texting you once or twice a day with, “...is this a good idea…”

Inevitably, it isn’t.

He’ll call you, whiny, trying to make his case for whatever out-of-hand idea he’s had.

You tell him he’s a grown man. He can do what he wants.

But you ask him not to do it.

Because you can’t lose him to jail again, or worse.

He has to let you take care of him a little. He’s your best friend.

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[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

I am thinking of my boy Cecil. His pretty little sad face, I just want to pamper him 😩 He needs it

Coming back to the pussydrunk train--- I really see Cecil being this way for you, and like, imagine his needy little face, incapable of stopping doing all kind of things to you-

Also, I don't know if it's just me, but I kind of noticed that he's kind of a glutton? How he immediately took the piece of cake at the beginning of the film, stealing chips, beer, how his mood changed just by promising him they were going to get food, and also how they eat in that restaurant scene, and finally when he steals that single piece of bread 😂 ANYWAY MY POINT IS-

He would CONSUME you, he just can't get enough (and I don't know, maybe add some whipped cream and fruit to the equation? 👀)

He would definitely use his puppy dog eyes to lure you in, maybe for a sweet kiss or a little fondling, but then he has you spread out on the nearest flat surface with his face between your thighs. He would eat you out for hours if you let him, or if you get too drunk from the orgasms he gives you to push him away, and he is messy and dirty and so very needy as he tonguefucks you. He’s mumbling filthy words of praise directly into your soaking core, suckling at your clit until you are crying, and he has the most serene look on his face each time you fall apart on his tongue.

Other times he wants you on his cock all the time. Wants you bouncing on his lap first thing in the morning (although Cecil will usually settle for fucking your throat in the mornings), he wants you bent over the kitchen counters, and he wants you warming him as he smokes and watches mindless tv with you. He wants to come inside you and stay buried inside you until he’s hard again so he can continue to fuck you.

His big brown eyes stare up at you in complete adoration, even if you are a drooling tear stained mess, and he wraps his arms around you so you can’t escape him. He would also lay directly on top of you, mouthing and sucking at your nipples while slipping his fingers underneath your panties, until you give in to his desires. He would also whine softly in your ear if you are out in public, rubbing over your thighs as you sit perched at your local bar, and you barely have time to drag him into the bathroom before he’s urging you on your knees. Fucking into your mouth with one hand braced on the wall and the other tangled tightly in your hair. He would nibble on his bottom lip to muffle his groans and whimpers and watch you with dark heavy lidded eyes the entire time until he spills inside your mouth. Then he would whine softly until you swallow every drop.

After you stumble back to your feet, Cecil will immediately push you against the sink while yanking down your panties, and he will jackhammer his hips inside you as you weakly scramble against the sink to brace yourself. All while he showers you with praise. 

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Ninebluehearts asked:

I'm here to talk about Cecil 😩 I feel like while he does enjoy cuddling, he also sees it as an opportunity to touch you. You're finally all relaxed and pressed against him, enjoying a quiet afternoon together. But he just can't help but run his fingers around your tits and slowly make his way down to your thighs.. 🥴

I love taking about Cecil 😩❤️

Cecil is extremely handsy and will use any excuse he can to touch you. Sometimes he won't even bother with an excuse, just mumble out a "c'mere" or he just grunts, and next thing you know you're in his lap as he happily nuzzles you.

While Cecil is extremely handsy he is also extremely horny. Like all the time. You wouldn't expect it from someone who looks like they were just rudely woken up from a nap no matter the hour and who is generally a pretty chilled out guy (when he's not partying) and it gets to the point where on some days you just forgo any undergarments because they spend more time around your ankles or pushed aside than actually covering anything. Cecil always preens happily when he realized you weren't wearing a bra or panties and those days he got even more touchy.

But in reality he pretty much is a nymphomaniac, especially since you demanded monogamy from him as a stipulation for your relationship. So now all his pent up desires are directed at you and, coupled with his lack of self-control, you often find yourself in situations just like this.

Relaxing on the living room floor in a little mini fort you two made earlier, enjoying the lazy afternoon and the soft buzzing of the TV. You were almost dozing off, so warm and comfortable curled up next to Cecil who was tracing random patterns on your stomach underneath your baggy sleep shirt. You had your eyes closed but you didn't bother opening them when you felt his warm fingers drift up towards your breasts and gingerly roll your nipple between his fingertips until you sighed. You sleepily chalked it up to him just wanting to touch your body like always. Then those fingers skipped over your body, pressing into a ticklish spot on your stomach that made you flinch and grumble, before they delved underneath your shorts. Your eyes flipped open and you popped you mouth open to admonish him when he pressed his thumb against your clit and slipped one finger into your slick hole. You were still dripping and aching for him from your earlier activities, Cecil had pinned your hips to the sink while you did dishes and licked you out until your knees nearly collapsed, and he used that to his advantage.

"You want me again, kitten?" he murmured while steadily pumping his finger, adding another before you could properly respond, and you just gasped his name while kicking your head back against his shoulder.

Cecil mouthed against your shoulder and jaw and even nibbled against your ear before letting you pant against his lips in an open mouth kiss as he added a third finger. His thumb never stopped it's lazily circles and, coupled with the thick fingers fucking you roughly, you knew that your quickly approaching orgasm was going to be brutal.

"Go ahead and come, kitten. Come on my fingers so I can get you to come on my cock next," he said softly with a little smile and the orgasm that stole your breath away was only the first for the night.

[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

What would you classify Cecil as in the a/b/o setting and along with it what are your thots of him

I would classify Cecil as an Alpha 😌 but he would be one of those Alphas that kinda fly in the face of normal Alpha stereotypes. Like he doesn't get all aggressive, doesn't posture around other Alphas, and definitely doesn't belittle you or any other Omegas. In fact he's always bragging about how smart and amazing you are.

"My Omega, she's so fucking smart, you'll never guess what she told me yesterday..."

Or

"So I was talking to my Omega and you know she can totally be the next Einstein if she wanted, but anyways she said..."

He is just always showing you off and worships the ground you walk on which is so uncommon for Alphas.

Cecil will also get so happy (and just a bit smug. He is an Alpha after all) when you get jealous when another girl tries to flirt with him and he adores when you get territorial over him. He would drag you close to him by your hips, nuzzle against your scowling lips until he could coax a kiss from you, and say loud enough that everybody could hear

"It's okay, sunshine. Nobody's getting my knot except you"

Which of course leaves you spluttering at him in indignation and just a little bit of arousal and he's just back to drinking his beer and stealing nachos from your plate like nothing happened.

[admiralackbarssugarbaby]

Ninebluehearts asked:

What about middle of the night sex with Cecil Dennis 🤤

Yes please 🥵🥵

I'd say this is a regular occurrence. Regular enough that you give up wearing pajamas altogether, much to Cecil's delight, and you have to keep a stash of baby wipes in your bedside table as well.

Cecil, despite his laid-back attitude and casual demeanor, has quite the insatiable sexual appetite so it's not uncommon for you to wake up to feel him mouthing at your breasts or to have his head between your thighs.

Usually you just whimper out his name at being disturbed, but then he's shushing you so sweetly while sliding himself so slow and so deep inside you. You can only clutch at him weakly as he takes you, he is licking and kissing at any skin he can reach before burying his face in the crook of your neck, and he stays there grunting in your ear like an animal until he finds his release deep inside you and your eyes are rolling back in your head. He pouts when you make him clean you up, but then he wraps all his limbs around you tightly and is snoring with his face nestled between your breasts before you can start a conversation.

So instead you pet his hair until you fall asleep.