#and immediately drooled over by their partners.

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the og bloodline / bloodline property (part three)

jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns / solo sikoa / sami zayn x fem!reader  word count → 7.7k summary → takes place after this tense argument between jey and sami. the tribal chief has made it clear that jey is to make peace, but how will he react when sami is offered more than just a taste of the bloodline's property?   links → masterlist / bloodline property (part one) / bloodline property (part two) tags → multiple partners, multiple orgasms, possessive behavior, daddy kink, blowjobs, hair-pulling, doggy-style, creampie, spitroasting, praise kink, hickies, overstimulation, degradation, crying, some spanking, some restraint, some bratty behavior and brat-taming, breeding kink at the end, brief mentions of come sharing, lore accurate Tribal Chief (Roman is not always nice to his cousins)

The ache in your jaw was positively delicious. Jimmy’s cock was impossibly wide, drool already spilling from your bottom lip as you bobbed your head up and down his length. You looked up at him through your lashes, your hands already moving up to clutch at the hard muscle of his thigh. Your eyes met and he let out a chuckle, his hand in your hair. At this angle he looked like a god. 

“So eager,” murmured Jey from behind you, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “But you been eager all night, ain’t you, pretty girl?” 

You nodded around Jimmy’s cock, drool beginning to drip down the front of your chest. You felt Jey’s grin against your neck as he nipped it with his canines. 

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Roman and Solo seated off to the side, both of them watching you with interest. Your eyes met the Tribal Chief’s and he smiled, his gaze knowing. He knew how badly you wanted this. How badly you needed this - to be on your knees, serving his Bloodline. 

You knew Jimmy had wanted to fuck you, but seeing him fresh out of the shower, towel slung low beneath his hipbones, had you practically salivating. It had felt like the easiest decision in the world to fall to your knees and begin licking at the underside of his cock, your mouth watering at the very sight of it. Jimmy was nothing if not a courteous lover and he allowed you to have your fun, teasing and swirling your tongue around the tip until you tasted pre-come. 

Jey hadn’t been as patient as he dropped to his knees behind you, his mouth now latched to the underside of your jaw. Jey wasn’t normally the one leaving marks on you, but he seemed insatiable tonight, his mouth alternating between sweet kisses and gentle nibbles against your exposed skin. You could feel his erection pressed thickly against your ass, a reminder of how badly he wanted you. 

You heard a knock at the bedroom door and you removed Jimmy’s dick from your mouth with a pop, ignoring how his grip in your hair tightened in frustration. You looked over at Roman and saw him motion to Solo to open the door, his eyes flickering over to you, almost as if he were concerned about how you might feel about the intrusion. 

You offered him a reassuring smile, letting him know that you weren’t worried. It was probably just Paul. 

The Wiseman had never bothered you. He was just another outsider, like you, who belonged to the Tribal Chief. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen you like this, on your knees servicing members of the Bloodline, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

Your suspicions were confirmed when Solo opened the door and Paul stepped in, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of you on your knees with Jimmy’s cock in your hand, Jey kneeling behind you with his lips on your neck. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before and he quickly moved on, his face giving nothing away. 

“My Tribal Chief,” he murmured, his eyes now on his master. “Sami Zayn is here.”

You felt Jey tense behind you, his grip on your hips tightening. Although Sami had been a part of the Bloodline for months now, the relationship between the two of them hadn’t improved. If anything, things seemed to be getting worse. You remembered how the two had argued the night before, Jey’s words laced with venom. 

I don’t like you, Sami. I don’t like your hair. I don’t like your face. I don’t like you being around my family. How you think you part of the Bloodline and you ain’t blood? Newsflash for you, Sami: you never will be. You don’t belong here. Don’t nobody in this group like you. I’m just the realest one to say it out loud. 

Jey had always been protective of his family, but Sami’s presence with the Bloodline had brought out an ugly side in him, one you didn’t like. You could certainly understand his reluctance to trust an outsider, but Sami had proven himself time and time again, unfailingly loyal to the Head of the Table. 

You remembered Sami had tried to defend himself, his face betraying his hurt from Jey’s vicious words. 

Why are you yelling at me? I’m trying to make peace. The Tribal Chief says he wants peace. 

And without missing a beat, Jey had uttered those fateful words. 

Man, I don’t give a damn what the Tribal Chief say! 

He hadn’t meant it, of course, but the damage had been done, his anger making him reckless. You had watched Roman’s face twist in displeasure, his eyes narrowing in barely concealed rage. Had Sami not defended him, you knew the Tribal Chief would have beaten down Jey right there and then for such open disrespect. 

While Roman had restrained himself on live television, Sami hadn’t completely saved Jey from punishment. Once the Bloodline had arrived back at the penthouse that night, Jey and Roman had taken a walk. A very long walk. And when they both returned Jey’s face had been pale, now trying to hide an obvious limp. You weren’t sure what Roman had done to him, but the message was clear: Jey was not to step out of line again. 

Now as Sami entered the bedroom, his eyes immediately locking onto yours, you could feel Jey’s fingers digging into your soft flesh of your hip, his breathing labored. You could tell it was taking all of his willpower to avoid standing up and making a scene. You leaned back and nuzzled against Jey’s neck in an effort to comfort him, still keeping Jimmy’s cock in hand as you treated it to a few dexterous twists and tugs. 

“Thank you, Wiseman. You’re dismissed.” Roman’s voice was calm, already motioning for Solo to return to his seat beside him. 

Paul bowed his head respectfully and moved to leave, his eyes briefly meeting yours. Although the two of you rarely spoke, you shared a common ground - an understanding of what both of your roles were and how you both served the Bloodline. As your eyes met, you could read in the Wiseman’s face a very clear message, one that he couldn’t speak out loud: Be careful. 

You gave him the barest nod in understanding, watching as he quickly retreated from the room and closed the door behind him. He was right, of course. Tonight was not the night to press anyone’s buttons. 

“Welcome, Sami. Please, come sit.” Roman motioned to the other empty chair beside him. “Our girl’s a bit occupied right now. I hope you don’t mind.” 

Sami quickly obeyed, moving swiftly past you and the twins to take the seat beside the Tribal Chief. Once he was seated, Sami’s eyes were immediately on you again, his pupils already blown wide with lust. You offered him a shy smile, your strokes on Jimmy’s cock lazy as you met Sami’s piercing gaze. 

You heard Jey make a low rumbling noise behind you, clearly displeased at Sami’s intrusion. You were glad when Jimmy tugged impatiently at your hair to urge you back onto his dick. 

“Get back to work, slut,” Jimmy growled and you were eager to obey, leaning forward and sinking down on his cock like you were gagging for it. 

Jey was quick to resume his assault on your neck, his teeth now biting harder against the delicate skin of your windpipe. 

It was rare to see Jey this jealous and possessive of you. Normally he was sweet, his words kind and his touch gentle, but it was clear that Sami’s presence had triggered something primal inside of him. He wanted to claim you as his, the bruises and bites satisfying that deeper, more animalistic part of him you didn’t often get to see. 

Your eyelids fluttered as Jey continued to suck and bite, bordering the line between pleasure and pain in a way that he rarely indulged. It felt euphoric and you could already feel wetness forming between your legs, your pussy spasming, practically begging to be filled. You began to shift uncomfortably in Jey’s arms, watching as Jimmy narrowed his eyes in annoyance as you struggled to sit still. 

He yanked you off his dick with a violent tug at your hair and you let out a whine, your scalp stinging. 

“Hold her still, Jey,” Jimmy snapped, clearly impatient. “Since she wanna run from it.” 

Jey’s arms were wrapped around yours so quickly you barely had any time to react, easily jerking your arms behind you and pressing you against his chest. You struggled pointlessly in his hold, just to test the balance of power, and Jey chuckled in amusement, his breath warm against your ear as he held you close. 

You looked up at Jimmy with a smirk, your eyes glinting with defiance. “Thought you wanted to fuck me?” 

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at your words, a smile already tugging at the corner of his mouth. He knew your games. The Tribal Chief always demanded complete obedience, which you were more than happy to give him, but things were different with the twins. They didn’t mind a challenge. To them it was all part of the game. And they were always more than happy to put you in your place. 

Jimmy's face broke into a grin, the fist in your hair so tight you gasped. “She got a smart mouth, uce.” he mused, looking down at you thoughtfully. 

You felt Jey nip another bruise at your shoulder as he met his brother’s gaze, letting out a breathless chuckle.  “Let’s see how talkative she is after you fucked her throat.” 

Jimmy kept that dominant hand in your hair as he leaned down to give you a small kiss on the lips, his eyes so dark they looked black. 

“Tap Jey if you need to stop,” he murmured to you, hooking his finger under your chin to bring your face up to him. 

You flashed him a winning smile. “Do your worst,” you goaded and both twins laughed. 

“You’ll regret that, girl.” 

Jimmy’s cock was down your throat so quickly that you jumped in surprise, Jey’s grip on you tightening in response. “There ya go,” Jey crooned in your ear, his own erection twitching with interest. “Take it like a good girl.” 

You didn’t have much of a choice. Jimmy’s thrusts became deeper as he tested your limits. You looked up at him as your eyes began to water, no gag reflex in sight. Jimmy grinned down at you, white teeth flashing as he pushed his length even further down your throat. You relaxed and allowed it, your tongue working him over as he continued to explore. 

Finally he bottomed out, his cock fully encasing your throat, your nose buried in his neatly trimmed curls. He held you there, his grip on your hair still tight. It was difficult to breathe, but once it became clear that you wouldn’t choke, he let out a breathless laugh. 

“Jesus, pretty girl,” he muttered in disbelief. “Your throat was just made to be fucked.”

You felt Jey’s free hand at your neck, his fingers outlining the shape of his brother’s cock in your throat. “What a practiced slut,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your temple. “Got yo’ throat trained up real good, don’t we, baby?” 

Jey’s words seemed to spur his brother into action and he pulled his hips back, slamming back into your mouth with a moan. His grip on your hair was punishing, keeping you still and ensuring that you could do nothing but take it. Jey continued to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck, unbothered by his twin battering the back of your throat like he was paid for it. 

Jimmy’s thrusts became quicker, his massive cock blocking your airway and making oxygen scarce. You finally, finally felt your throat convulse and Jimmy groaned at the feeling, his hips picking up speed. 

Your skin felt feverish and you let out a low moan, urging Jimmy on. Tears began to spill from your eyes though Jey’s clever tongue licked them away before they fell. You tried to breathe the best that you could around him, but it was difficult and you felt light-headed, cheeks burning as Jimmy pounded your throat like a fleshlight. 

Eventually Jimmy’s thrusts began to stutter out of rhythm and you knew he was close, his cock so deep in your throat that you felt drunk on it. Jey’s mouth was on your shoulder, suckling yet another bruise, his free hand twisting cruelly on your nipple. You let out another moan and that seemed to push Jimmy over the edge. 

He kept his grip on your hair tight as he came down your throat, his head thrown back as he spilled inside you. You suckled reverently around his cock, savoring the salty taste of his come exploding across your tongue. Your knees felt weak, your pussy so wet you began to feel your own juices slide down your thigh. You whined around his cock and shifted pitifully in Jey’s hold, looking for some kind of friction or relief. 

And when Jimmy finally released his grip on your hair you sagged in Jey’s arms, your head falling forward as Jimmy removed his softening cock from your mouth. You took a few shuddering breaths, taking in as much oxygen as you could, your mouth still agape and jaw aching. 

“Shhh,” cooed Jey, releasing his grip on your arms and hooking his fingers under your jaw to pull your face towards him. His eyes flickered down to your swollen lips, his gaze positively ravenous. “You did so good, pretty girl.”

Before you realized what was happening he was kissing you, his tongue collecting the remainder of his brother’s seed from your mouth, swallowing without hesitation. You moaned into his mouth, the tension between your legs beginning to build. He pulled away and gave you a knowing smile. 

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” 

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he chuckled, quickly picking you up off the floor with an easy strength. You let out a groan of appreciation, your knees aching from how long you’d been kneeling. As Jey sat you on the edge of bed, he lifted his knee up to nudge your legs apart, already pushing you back onto the mattress and leaning over you. 

“Stop.” The Tribal Chief’s voice was so commanding you doubted you could have disobeyed him if you wanted to, both you and Jey freezing to look over at him. 

Roman’s eyes were dark as he watched the two of you, his expression unreadable. “Get her on her knees.” 

You saw the smallest flicker of annoyance cross Jey’s face, but he masked it well, unwilling to anger the Tribal Chief over something so trivial. Besides, he would still get to fuck you, so he wasn’t complaining, especially after the argument with Sami last night. You were sure he was just grateful that Roman hadn’t banned him from the bedroom altogether. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” Jey murmured, urging you back up. “On your knees.” 

You obeyed, allowing Jey’s gentle hands to ease you into position, his touch warm against your exposed skin. You were grateful for a mattress beneath your sore knees, already beginning to arch your back as Jey palmed at the soft flesh of your ass. 

You had hardly gotten settled when you felt thick fingers pushing past your lips to force your mouth open, the Tribal Chief’s face now only a few inches from yours. Your eyes met his and it felt like something with wings was trapped in your ribcage, Roman’s eyes dark and hungry. He hooked his fingers in the side of your mouth like he’d caught a fish, a small whine escaping your lips as you stared up at him.

“You gonna be a good slut and let my Bloodline fuck you, pretty girl?” The Tribal Chief’s voice was an octave lower than usual, his eyes practically simmering. You could tell it was taking all of his willpower to resist pulling you from Jey’s grasp and pounding you into the mattress. You weren’t sure why he was holding back, your pussy contracting at the thought of the Tribal Chief finally taking you. He hadn’t touched you all night and you were almost ready to beg for it. 

Instead, you nodded as best you could with his fingers in your mouth, watching as the Tribal Chief looked down at you in satisfaction, his gaze still heated. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling his wet fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your cheek. “You see how well we got her trained, Sami? Isn’t she gorgeous like this?” 

Your eyes flickered over to where Sami sat, watching with interest as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust himself to hide the erection in his jeans. His gaze at you seemed desperate, his fists clenching and unclenching around the armrests of the chair, and you almost felt sorry for him. 

He’d been allowed into the Bloodline’s penthouse a few times before but he still hadn’t been permitted to fuck you. The Tribal Chief had allowed him the occasional kiss, perhaps the rare touch, but nothing more. It was clear that no matter how loyal the Honorary Uce was to the Bloodline, they didn’t consider him a full member. Not yet. He was still nothing more than an outsider, struggling just as you and Paul had to find acceptance in this family. 

Jey swatted your ass and you jumped, letting out a small yelp. “Spread yo’ legs, girl,” he demanded from behind you. ”Lemme see what’s mine.”

You quickly obeyed, forcing yourself not to wriggle your hips in desperation as you felt his hot breath against your wet skin. He licked a hot stripe across your pussy and you shuddered, the feeling positively transcendent. 

“Jesus, you soaked, babygirl.” Jey rumbled, his long fingers already moving to touch the wetness for himself. “You leakin’ just fo’ me?” 

You let out a breathy moan as Jey’s long fingers began to play with your slicked opening, collecting the wetness between his fingers just so he could bring them to his own mouth for a taste. 

It wasn’t long before you felt a new set of fingers tug at your hair and you looked up to see Solo towering above you, his massive cock only inches from your face. You obediently opened your mouth as you gazed up at him, allowing him to smear a bead of precum on your waiting tongue. 

You savored the taste, quickly closing your lips around the fat tip and beginning to suck. Solo let out an appreciative moan, his grip on your hair tight, but not cruel. You could see the barest trace of a smile ghost across his lips, his eyes sparkling with fondness as he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth. Your jaw was still aching from Jimmy’s previous abuse, but you barely noticed it, your brain beginning to grow fuzzy at the feeling of your lips stretching around the Enforcer’s massive length. 

Jey’s fingers began exploring deeper in your leaking hole, the feeling sending warm tendrils of pleasure curling inside of you. You let out a low moan and Solo’s hips stuttered in response, the vibrations massaging the dick now lodged in your throat. 

“You gon’ let me fuck this pretty pussy, baby?” Jey hummed, his long fingers poking and prodding at your entrance. God, he was such a tease. “Gon’ let me fuck you while you get your throat fucked too?” 

You nodded around Solo’s cock, your hips wriggling pathetically beneath Jey’s hands. He removed his fingers from your desperate cunt and you whined at the loss, your gaze up at Solo pleading. 

“Jey will take care of you, pretty girl,” Solo murmured, reaching out his free hand to stroke reassuringly across your cheekbone. “Just relax. It’s okay.” 

You quickly obeyed, your mouth going slack as Solo began to move his hips forward, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. Despite how desperate you felt, you wanted more than anything to be good, allowing the Tribal Chief’s Bloodline to use you as they saw fit. This was your role. Your purpose. And you were more than happy to be a perfect, pretty toy for them to use. 

Jey’s cock nudged at your entrance and your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. 

“So tight,” Jey hissed, continuing to press deeper into your velvety warmth. “So perfect fo’ me, baby.” 

Solo tugged at your hair again and your eyes flew open, your knees suddenly weak from the intensity of his gaze. 

“Eyes on me.” Solo growled, his thrusts beginning to pick up speed as he slid his cock in and out of your mouth. You tried your best to use your tongue to maximize his pleasure, but it was pointless. Solo’s cock was simply too enormous, his balls smacking your chin at every impact. Instead, you kept your jaw relaxed and allowed him to use you, doing your best to maintain eye contact even as your eyes watered as he cut off your oxygen supply. 

You were already on cloud nine, but when Jey bottomed out, you thought perhaps you’d really died and gone to heaven. He was practically in your guts at this angle, the tip of his perfect cock grazing your cervix. You let out a low moan and that was enough to send Solo over the edge. 

With a tight grip of your hair you felt Solo spill down your throat, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he emptied himself into you. Despite the tears streaming down your face, both from exertion and from lack of oxygen, you allowed him to take his time, your throat frantically working to milk every drop from him. 

When Solo finally pulled his softening cock from your mouth your head fell forward, now gasping for breath after so long without oxygen. Solo’s fingers remained tangled in your hair, now massaging your scalp - a wordless apology for how hard he’d tugged on it. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead before tucking himself back into his pants and moving away, returning to his seat beside the Tribal Chief. 

Jey continued to thrust slowly into you, his movements measured and calculated. 

At this point, you were convinced that Jey’s cock had magical properties. That was the only explanation for how good he made you feel, his dick the only thing in the world that could erase all the thoughts from your brain and leave you shaking with pleasure long before you had even had your first orgasm. 

Even now his slow, methodical thrusts were not enough to push either of you to completion, but it didn’t really matter. You knew he would have you coming apart on his cock soon enough. For now, you were content to let him go at his own pace and enjoy the warm, wet feel of your gummy walls. You continued to grip him tightly, practically sucking him deeper into you, greedy for anything and everything he had to offer. 

Roman watched the two of you with interest, leaning forward in his chair to reach out and cup your feverish cheeks with his large hand. Despite his gentle touch, his gaze at you was dark. He looked like he wanted to devour you, his gaze flickering to where Jey was still fucking into you from behind, as if he were considering shoving his cousin to the side to take his place. 

But he didn’t. 

This was a game Roman often played: letting his Bloodline fuck you senseless, watching with unending patience until you were practically begging for him. You were never sure why he preferred it this way and you had never asked. Perhaps he wanted you needy and desperate for him, begging him in your sweetest little voice for just one kiss. Just one touch. Perhaps he liked you worn out and exhausted, your body pliant beneath his strong hands and your eyes hazy with pleasure. Nothing but a pretty doll for him to play with you. 

Whatever the reason, it never failed to make you even more desperate for him, a whine already escaping your throat as you met his hungry gaze. He smirked at you, rubbing his thumb across your slick-shined lips just to tease you. 

“You’ve been doing so good, sweetheart,” he praised, watching you with interest. “You gonna keep being good for me? Still my obedient little girl, aren’t you?” 

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “Yes, Daddy.” 

“Good girl.” 

Roman released you and leaned back in his chair, his eyes sparkling with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. 

“Do you wanna fuck her mouth, Sami?” 

The Tribal Chief’s question was casual, as if he were merely asking about the weather, but it didn’t change the magnitude of what this moment meant, both for Sami and the rest of the Bloodline. 

Jey stilled behind you in shock, your pussy spasming helplessly around his still rock-hard dick inside you. 

You couldn’t blame Jey for his surprise. While Roman had threatened to promote Sami to full Bloodline status, no one had thought those privileges would extend to the bedroom. Roman might share you with his cousins, but they were family. Sami was an outsider - no amount of loyalty would change that. 

You couldn’t deny that you were surprised as well. As generous as Roman was with his family, he was possessive of you. To him, you were his manamea. His sweetheart. His favorite. His and his alone. Sharing you was not something he did easily.  

You looked over at Sami and saw that he was looking at the Tribal Chief in amazement, his hands instinctively reaching down to his stiff cock in his jeans. His gaze darted around the room: to Jimmy, to Solo, to Jey, to you. He seemed to be waiting for someone to protest, maybe even laugh at him and tell him that it was all just one big joke, but no one did. The room was silent. 

Of course it was Jimmy who spoke first. “Well? You gonna fuck her mouth or what? If you won’t, then I will. I don’t mind goin’ for round two.” 

His words were impatient, but when you glanced over at him you could see that he was smiling, throwing a cheeky wink your way when he caught you staring. Of course he’d be proud of Sami. The two of them were close. 

Solo, on the other hand, gave nothing away, merely watching as Sami twisted nervously in his chair beneath the scrutiny of the Bloodline. If he had reservations about Sami participating he didn’t show it, keeping his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the scene unfold before him. You doubted that he would mind. He’d always had a soft spot for Sami, perhaps more than he let on. 

Sami seemed at a loss for words, now suddenly unable to meet your eyes despite the massive erection he was sporting. “I…I don’t…” 

“Don’t want to?” Roman’s tone was playful. He knew, the same as the rest of you did, how badly Sami wanted you. How badly he’d wanted you the second he laid eyes on you. 

Sami visibly gulped, his eyes darting over to Jey. “I…I just want to make sure everyone is completely comfortable with that.” 

The implication in his words were not missed and you felt Jey’s finger tighten against you, causing you to let out a whimper. You didn’t miss how Jey’s cock twitched inside you, though you couldn’t be sure if it had anything to do with Sami or not. Your brain was beginning to fizzle out, the feeling of Jey’s long cock inside you, still unmoving, was driving you crazy. If he didn’t move soon you were sure you’d lose your mind. 

“Hurry the fuck up then,” Jey muttered, finally, finally moving his hips again to shallowly thrust into your soaked hole, your eyes rolling back into your head at the feeling. 

Okay. Perhaps you had lost your mind. Had Jey just agreed to let Sami fuck your mouth? Had you hallucinated that? Perhaps his magic dick had driven you to madness after all. 

“Well?” Jey’s voice was sharp. “Go on, uce. We ain’t got all day.” 

No, you definitely hadn’t imagined that. You wanted to think it through, maybe even turn around and ask Jey exactly what was going on in that pretty head of his, but he rolled his hips again and all the thoughts flew from your mind. Nothing could turn your brain dead the same way Jey’s cock could and you were convinced the damn thing had bewitched you. 

You were so lost in the pleasure of finally being fucked again that you hardly noticed the hand against your cheek, the touch familiar. 

“You want Sami, pretty girl?” The Tribal Chief asked, his eyes scanning yours for any sign of hesitance. You’d talked to him about this before, but you thought it was sweet he wanted to be sure. You liked Sami. And you couldn’t deny that you were curious to see what he was packing in those tight little jeans he wore. 

“Yes, Daddy.” You replied, nuzzling into his palm to reassure him. He watched you carefully, still searching for any sign, any indicator that you didn’t want this. 

“Say your safeword back to me.” 

“Red.” 

“And if you can’t speak?” 

“I’ll tap his thigh. I promise, Daddy.” 

The Tribal Chief finally seemed convinced, breaking into a wide smile. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “You take care of Jey and Sami then I’ll fuck you just how you like it. Okay, sweetheart?” 

Jey shifted the angle of his hips and suddenly hit your g-spot, causing you to let out a gasp, your eyelids fluttering. Despite the pleasure settling over your brain like a fog, you still somehow found an answer for your master. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

The Tribal Chief smirked, motioning over to Sami. “You heard her, Sami. She wants you.” 

Sami stood on your shaky legs, watching as Jey continued to thrust into you from behind, your mouth falling open at the feeling. When he made it to your side, his erection still trapped inside his jeans, you couldn’t help but reach up to tug at his belt, a silent plea to remove the barrier between you. 

Sami seemed hesitant, his gaze at you almost…concerned. He reached out and touched your cheek experimentally. Do you really want this? His eyes seemed to ask. Are you really sure? 

You were getting impatient now, tugging harder at his belt. “Please, Sami,” you breathed, your voice still hoarse from Jimmy and Solo’s very thorough use of your throat. “Please, I need you.” 

That was all Sami needed to hear. He quickly undid his belt, pulling his cock free of his boxers. He wasn’t as long as Jey, but a bit thicker, about the same width as Jimmy’s, with a blushing pink head. Your first instinct was to reach out to wrap your fingers around it, giving it a few experimental squeezes and tugs just to see how Sami would respond. 

It was clear that Sami was sensitive, cute little pants of breath falling from his open mouth as you played with him. You couldn’t help but lean forward to kiss the tip, eager to taste him after so many months of curiosity. He tasted almost sweet, the lingering smell of spice from his body wash now in your nose as you continued to work him over with your tongue. 

You noticed that Sami was reaching up to cradle the back of your head, keeping himself grounded as you leaned down to take more of him in your mouth. You began to hollow out your cheeks and suck, the feeling of his heavy cock in your mouth making your eyes glaze over in pleasure. 

You eventually sank down further on his length, easily taking all of him until you were nestling your nose into a soft bed of ginger curls. Sami gasped in surprise, his fingers tightening in your hair almost instinctively while his cock twitched inside the small space of your throat. 

“She’s a talented slut, ain’t she, Sami?” You heard Jimmy ask, watching the scene with amusement. “Go on and fuck her throat. I promise you she can take it.” 

Sami didn’t seem so sure, quickly loosening his grip on your hair once he saw how tightly he’d pulled on it. It was clear he didn’t want to hurt you, his hips moving back to allow you to breathe better around his dick. 

Meanwhile, Jey continued to pound into you from behind, picking up the pace now at the sight of Sami’s cock in your mouth. He continued to hit your g-spot with each sharp snap of his hips, his hands gripping your flesh so tightly that you knew there would be finger-shaped bruises there in the morning. 

Your eyelids fluttered as Jey bordered that fine line between pain and pleasure. It wasn’t like him to be this rough with you, but you knew it was Sami’s presence that brought out his possessive side to him, his pace almost punishing as he continued to thrust into you. 

Your eyes unfocused as you looked up at Sami, your body trembling both from exhaustion and pleasure as Jey continued to fill you so perfectly. Sami’s hips stuttered, almost as if he were resisting the urge to thrust without warning into your mouth. He was holding back, but you were too drunk on Jey’s cock to understand why. 

“Aye, yo, you gon’ do something or what?” You heard Jey snap, his hand now reaching forward to grab your hair. Sami watched as Jey tugged your head back and your back arched in response, your mouth falling open more as Jey kept you speared on his cock. 

“If you gon’ fuck her throat then do it. You ain’t gotta tease her like that.” 

You kept your jaw slack, your eyes pleading as you looked up at Sami through your lashes. You didn’t want him to hold back. You wanted everything he had to offer you and more. You could take it. You could be good. 

Sami finally seemed to take a hint, his hips beginning to find a faster rhythm. Jey let out a satisfied grunt, his grip on your hair tight as he kept your head pulled back, your mouth now at the perfect angle for Sami to begin pushing further into your throat. It was the most you’d ever seen the two of them cooperate, their movements almost in tandem as they kept you spit-roasted between them.  

Sami’s cock began to twitch inside your throat and you watched as his cheeks began to splotch with pink, his pretty blue eyes fluttering. 

“Holy shit,” he groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuck, I’m gonna-”

You realized with delirious elation that the reason Sami had been holding back was because he was going to finish impossibly fast - the tight, wet heat of your throat quickly sending him over the edge. You let out a whine as Sami spilled down your throat, Jey’s hand still in your hair to keep your mouth open for him. 

Sami seemed dazed, his eyes far away as he looked down at you. It was clear he had not expected things to end so quickly and you watched as his face flushed in embarrassment. It was cute, you decided, though you didn’t have the words to tell him, not with your own orgasm rapidly approaching. 

“Jey,” you whispered, your eyes crossing with ecstasy as he kept his steady pace, his perfect cock brushing against your g-spot every time. 

You were grateful for Jey’s firm grip on your hair, keeping you in position so you didn’t fully collapse on the bed, your muscles shaking with exhaustion from being in the same position for so long. 

“I gotchu, babygirl,” You heard Jey growl from behind you. “I gotchu.” 

He always did. 

You felt the tension building and you knew you couldn’t hold off any longer. 

“Please, Daddy,” The plea was familiar on your lips. “Please, can I come?” 

The Tribal Chief let out a low chuckle, clearly amused to see you falling apart on his cousin’s cock. “You can come, sweetheart.” 

You let out a high-pitched keen, your pussy constricting Jey’s perfect dick inside you as you finally felt the tension snap. Pleasure was rolling across your tired limbs like soft peals of thunder, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. 

The feeling of your release was quick to trigger Jey’s as he slammed deep inside you one final time, a low groan escaping his lips. You felt a warmth spread inside of you as he coated your walls white, your pussy continuing to spasm helplessly around him. 

You wanted to collapse on the bed, but Jey’s unforgiving grip on your hair kept you up, his hips still moving as he pumped the remainder of his seed into you. You obediently kept still, even as overstimulation began to prick at your exhausted limbs, your eyes still shut as the hand in your hair bordered on painful. 

“Shhh, I gotchu, mamas.” Jey’s voice was a balm to your soul, his free arm wrapping around you to keep you from falling as he slowly released his grip on your hair. “There’s a good girl. Such a sweet girl fo’ me, baby.” 

You allowed him to lay you gently down on the mattress, the cool sheets a welcome reprieve against your heated face. You sighed at the feeling, your eyes still dazed and unfocused from the pleasure he’d given you. 

Soft lips were pressed against your temple and when you opened your eyes you saw Jey leaning down beside you, brushing some of the hair from your forehead. The smallest blush was still dotting his copper cheeks, the post-orgasmic bliss still lingering in his sleepy brown eyes. He smiled down at you, unable to resist pressing another kiss to your lips. 

“You okay, baby?” He asked softly, watching you with some concern as you grimaced, your throat and jaw sore from use. You nodded, smiling weakly in the hopes to reassure him. 

He didn’t seem convinced, even as Roman stood from his chair and motioned for Jey to move, taking his place beside you on the bed. 

Roman’s hand was against your cheek again and your heartbeat stuttered at the feeling. It didn’t matter how long you’d belonged to the Tribal Chief, he still managed to make you feel like a blushing schoolgirl every time, his touches and words so sweet and adoring that you could never doubt his conviction. 

“Use your words for me, sweetheart. Are you okay?” 

Roman seemed worried, his thumb brushing across your swollen lips, wiping away some of the drool that had collected there. 

“I’m okay, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice hoarse, and Roman smiled at you, leaning down to brush his lips against yours in a chaste kiss. 

“Still want your Daddy to take care of you?” 

You were relieved that he hadn’t asked you to stop. It didn’t matter that you’d taken the entirety of his Bloodline. It didn’t matter that your knees ached or your throat was sore. All you could think about was how badly you wanted him. And how anxious you were to serve. 

“Yes, please,” You rasped, your hand already reaching out to him. “I need you so bad, Daddy. Please.” 

The Tribal Chief chuckled, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, the gesture tender. “Good girl.” he praised, pressing one final kiss to your forehead. “You just lay here and let your Daddy take care of you, okay, baby?” 

You nodded, watching as Roman moved behind you, his large hands tugging at your hips to pull you back up to your knees. Your joints and muscles protested, but you kept your mouth shut, wanting more than anything to be good, even as Roman’s fingers dug into the same bruises Jey had left behind. 

As the tip of his cock nudged at your already soaked cunt, you felt a strangled noise leave your throat. He was so much thicker than Jey, but he didn’t really stop to give you time to accommodate him, instead allowing your greedy hole to continue to suck him in further. You felt a faint burn at the feeling, though it quickly melted into pleasure, even as your pussy ached from the rough treatment. 

You moved your arms, trying to see if you had the strength to push yourself up, but you were quickly pushed back down, Roman’s large hand pressing your face back into the sheets. “Shhh,” he cooed, still driving his massive length deeper inside you. “Just lay there like a good slut so your Daddy can use you.” 

Your pussy spasmed helplessly at his words and he laughed, leaning over you to watch as your eyes rolled back into your head, your mouth falling open as he filled your cunt so perfectly. 

“Aw, what a sweet girl,” he hummed, though his tone was mocking. “There’s really nothing behind those pretty eyes, is there? Just a little doll for me to play with, aren’t you, honey?” 

You didn’t really have any words for him, not as he kept your face pressed into the mattress, his cock feeling like it was splitting you in half. He finally bottomed out and you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, overstimulation threatening to overtake you. Everything was sensitive but he wasn’t giving you any time to adjust, already moving his hips against yours to thrust in and out of you. 

The Tribal Chief set a brutal pace, his fingers digging into your hip as he pistoned in and out of you. You tried to move, tried to crawl away just for a moment in an effort to hold off the oversensitivity now wracking your body, but Roman was quick to pull you back, his pace unfaltering. 

“Now, now,” he tsked, his massive cock now impossibly deep inside you. “None of that, sweetheart. You know what to say if you want this to stop.” 

But you didn’t want this to stop. Not even as your body began to shake and tears began to spill from your eyes. You wanted this. You always wanted this. 

The Tribal Chief laughed as he felt your body go limp beneath him, his pace still perfectly measured, not faltering or slowing even once. As he continued to pound in your oversensitive body, the unmistakable sound of his heavy balls making contact with your sore cunt at every thrust, you were reminded as to why he was the Chief. He fucked like a king, every stroke designed for his own pleasure, every thrust against your g-spot a reminder of generosity. 

He pressed his large hand between your shoulder blades to push you further into the mattress, surveying his prey beneath him as he fucked deeper into your overheated body. Despite the scream of protests from your muscles and the ache in your abused cunt, you could still feel pleasure begin to tingle at the base of your spine, his massive cock somehow wringing ecstasy from your exhausted body. You clenched around him and he laughed, the sound mean. 

“Needy fucking slut,” he growled, slapping your ass again just to hear you yelp. “You gonna come again? Gonna come on your Chief’s dick?” 

You let out a broken sob, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you as you scrabbled for purchase against the expensive sheets. You knew you were close, but you couldn’t find the words to ask for permission, the Tribal Chief’s dick making it impossible to think. 

Roman’s fingers tangled in your hair, tugging painfully on your already sore scalp. “I asked you a question, slut,” he snarled, his thrusts still brutal as he continued to hammer into your g-spot. “Are you gonna come on your Chief’s dick?” 

You nodded weakly in his hold, letting out a whine as Roman pressed your face back into the pool of tears and drool you’d left on the sheets. 

“Then beg me for it.” 

You didn’t dare disobey. “Please, Daddy,” you sobbed, now beginning to dissolve into a writhing, weeping mess. “Please, can I come? Please, please, please.” 

“Come, whore.” 

Your vision went white, no longer in control of your own body as you came. You clamped down on your master’s cock, practically strangling it as your legs finally gave out beneath you, collapsing onto the mattress. You closed your eyes as you pressed your face into the cool sheets, your mind going completely blank even as Roman continued to fuck into your spent body, the feeling almost as excruciating as it was pleasurable. 

You heard the Tribal Chief curse, his hips stuttering against yours as he finally spilled into you, the feeling warm and euphoric. And when he pulled out of you, you whimpered at the feeling, shivering from the pain and pleasure he’d given you. 

“Such a good girl,” You heard Roman murmur, his touch gentle as he ran his hands down your trembling form. “You serve me so well.” 

You felt your body relax at his words, though you quickly tensed again as you felt him spread your legs and run his fingers across your swollen pussy, the feeling causing another broken sob to leave your mouth. 

“Please, Daddy,” you rasped, your voice wrecked. “I can’t…” 

“Hush, baby,” Roman cooed, leaning back to admire the sight of both his and Jey’s come trickle out of your abused hole. You let out a broken gasp as Roman reached up to push the come back into you, tears glistening on your lashes at the feeling. It was all too much. 

Still, you made no effort to move away, no matter how intense the feeling was. The Tribal Chief chuckled, his thick fingers still pressing into you to ensure you didn’t waste a single drop. 

“And what do you say after your Tribal Chief has used you, pretty girl?” 

It was the easiest answer in the world. “Thank you, Daddy.” 

[shalomniscient]

tierlist on twt got me acting unwise……. [nsft utc]

raven full on sobbing when she’s overstimulated, clawing at the sheets behind her head and arching that gorgeous back so perfectly as her thighs tremble around your head. hiccuping sobs and moans that choke on your name with each harsh lash of your tongue against her clit, and each sinfully good curl of your fingers in her drooling cunt that might as well be sobbing too. she’s so loud, weeping out thin, keening praises while her hips jump and stutter to the time of your thrusts. just the sound of you working her cunt has her so dizzy, her eyes so far back into her skull only the whites are visible. she can taste the salt of her own tears on her lips but god, she fucking loves it. she’ll keep you there between her legs until she’s incoherent or passed out—usually both. teaching is stressful, after all, and she needs a good destressing session with her partner every now and then.

folding shalom in half would have her vocalising like never before, just pure, uncontrolled moans as you push her knees to her ears and put her through the mattress. her fingers dig into your back like claws as almost animalistic noises rip their way out of her throat, nothing coherent at all, just the prettiest whines and half-legible pleas. she’s breathy, needy, demanding—she’d hiss, or attempt to, if you even think about slowing down the pace at which you’re fucking into her. she’s dripping onto the damn sheets, leaking around your cock, why the hell would you even stop? when she cums it’s messy, squirt spraying over your abdomen, and she makes a noise barely even human anymore, all hoarse moans and hitched mewls.

matilda, poor thing… her composure turns non-existent the second your hand wrap around her dick. she’s whimpering like some wounded creature, hands fisting into the couch cushions beneath her. her brain feels like mush as she looks up at you straddling her, her aching cock in your gentle grip. her lips part with a breathy groan as you pump her length, thumb swiping over the slit. god, she’s leaking like some kind of broken faucet into your hand but by the sounds spilling from her throat she certainly doesn’t have the capacity to care at the moment. not when it’s been so long and the loose circle of your fingers around her feels like heaven on earth. she tries to fuck into your hand but the way you straddle her limits her movement, and she whines again, pleading and desperate and oh-so polite in her begging. she always remembers her pleases and thank-yous—and so you can’t even be that upset when you sink down onto her cock, taking her into your cunt in one smooth go and she cums immediately with a long, drawn out whimper of your name.

angell is a mess of grunts and groans as you take her cock into your throat, all the way down to the hilt, your nose brushing the trail of grey-silver hair on her pelvis. her elbows are braced on the kitchen counter behind her and really they’re the only thing keeping her up as you suck on her dick, seemingly unbothered at the press of the cold wood floor against your knees. watching your head bob has her throat so fucking dry, her moans of your name knotting in her chest. she tries, she really does, to be quiet but you’re so good at this it should be illegal. angell goes higher in pitch as she gets closer, one hand tangling in your hair to hold you in place as she ruts into your eager mouth, her grunts coming more unbidden now. she still has some sense to draw back and ask if you’re okay with her cumming in your mouth and fully moans your name—almost a whimper—when you take her back all the way, fingers digging into the muscled meat of her thighs. when she cums it’s with gasping, heaving groans as she holds your head in place, her cock twitching in your throat. she makes another weak noise when you pull off, a string of saliva connecting the tip of her cock to your lips. she yelps only a little when you stand and ask her to join you in the bedroom for round two.

[kandicon]

Thinking abt mechanisms and tummy again <333

[bunnis-monsters]

Different monsters reactions to your period

warning: lots of period sex, pussy eating, and blood. You have been warned!

A/N: I’m on my period and wanted to write something horny and comforting…

Werecreatures/hybrids are already going insane when you ovulate, but once you start bleeding they can’t resist properly mounting and mating you. You’re their sweet mate, and they both want to breed you and help with the pain by fucking you and eating you out until you’re too tired to think.

Vampires of course are immediately drawn to your pussy, the smell of your blood making them drool. Some are pushing your panties to the side the second you start your period, knowing before you do. They become attached to your pussy, and possibly save some of your blood for later once they’ve had their fill. They especially love to save your cum that’s mixed with period blood, finding the taste exquisite.

Mermen get extremely protective during this time, afraid you’ll attract some underwater predator that thinks you’re easy prey becuase you’re bleeding. They’ll get horny, but are more focused on protecting than procreating. They will slip into you and sing to you as they fill you will cum, though!

Androids are immediately worried, fussing over you as they scan your body to check your health status. They give you medicine, keep you in bed, and fuck their fingers into you to help soothe your bloody cunt. They sink their synthetic cock into you, claiming it’s to help with your pain, but really they just want to fuck that pretty pussy of yours and hear you mewl like never before.

Nagas stay coiled around you, struggling to understand your strange body and why they feel so horny and protective over you during this time. It makes them anxious, and they’re extra clingy as you keep their cock warm. They’re strangely fascinated by the way blood oozes from your pussy while they bounce you lightly, and definitely end up tasting it. They get addicted to it, now you have a needy, pussy drunk naga on your hands. At least it makes you feel better to cum while you’re cramping…

Incubi/demons of course become sex crazed, and you don’t get much rest while they’re keeping you pinned down. Your pussy is always puffy and abused during this time, and they lick up every last drop of your blood, seeing it as a sign that you’re healthy and ready to make love and produce offspring. After your period they become the clingiest, most doting partners ever and feel kind of bad that they went insane while you were menstruating.

[fallenneziah]

Virgin!Reader who is shy and closed off about the idea of their first time. Who is hesitant when first getting with Ghost.

Virgin!Reader who gets in bed with their collosal boyfriend and is immediately a blushing mess when he touches them.

Virgin!Reader who has almost zero stamina and can cum on Ghost's fingers easily as he pumps his thick, calloused fingers deep inside. Purring sweet pet names in their ear and making them feel so good. Whimpering from the sensitivity.

Virgin!Reader who drools over Ghost's cock despite it's large size. Whimpering and asking if it'll hurt and if it'll fit as he lubes his cock.

"Only a little bit sweetheart. It'll feel really good after, I promise." He whispers against your ear, feeling so fucking hard from the idea of corruption you into his sweet little whore.

Virgin!Reader who clenches on Ghost's cock, mewling and letting out the sluttiest, unfiltered noises as Ghost starts to move, loving the feeling of just his cock sliding slowly in and out of you.

Ghost who is slow and gentle with you at first, peppering you in kisses and making you feel loved and adored, but the lewd sounds of your hole absolutely begging for more of him makes him feral.

Getting rough with you, fucking you hard, rubbing and stroking you, making you feel so fucking good. Hand clasped in your hair, calling you his sweet girl/boy. "There it is, fuck, you're so tight around me angel," he will curse, teeth grit against your shoulder or watching your back arch.

Virgin!Reader who absolutely eats it up. Cumming on his cock until their hips jolt and they have salty sweet tears rolling down their cheeks. Puffy lips and sore vocal chords from everything he's done to you.

Ghost who can feel the damp sheets under him from you absolutely leaking from the way he's treating you.

How you try to dirty talk back but your words are slurred and you can't make out a thought with his thick cock stretching you out ruthlessly.

Virgin!Reader whose told not to cum but can't stop from jerking, hips uneasy and organ abused and oversensitive from the amount of orgasms.

Virgin!Reader who passes out when Ghost gets really going, the pleasure too much for them before they find themselves back awake and being pumped full of seed.

Ghost who couldn't help himself, filling his baby to the brim with his nut, tainting your insides as his and only his. Claiming you, ruining you into his perfect partner.

Ghost who gives you the sweetest aftercare. Full of kisses, soft words of praise, caressing and holding you. Chances are he'll keep his cock buried in your warmth for a while longer, or maybe he'll pull out and watch his cum drip from your writhing entrance. If he does he'll be instantly hard and ready for more.

Seeing your fucked out look and how much rest you need just from one round of him playing rough up with your body.

Knowing that he's left you unable to ever seek pleasure from another man because your first experience was with him and he has never left anyone unsatisfied.

Knowing he's tainted you into someone who now thinks of his cock two times a day and whimpers when he has to leave for long times at work, knowing you'll miss his cock.

And that's how he likes it. Knowing you'll be missing him, wanting him and no one else. He's made you hungry, he's corrupted you and he couldn't be more proud.

[rowarn]

hi im rowan and im here to talk to u about

soft-hearted, concerned!simon with a size kink.

afab!reader, no prns, size kink, cunnilingus, fingering, possessive!simon for flavor <3 MDNI

on one hand, he's obsessed with the size difference. like OBSESSED. the second he set his eyes on u he was enamored. u were so sweet and seemed so, so fragile next to the battle hardened soldier. you had ur first date, ur second, third and so on.

all he could think about was spreading u open beneath him on his bed, his sheets soaked in your arousal, his pillow clenched in your firsts as you trembled underneath his touch.

he rubbed himself raw imagining pinning you down and squeezing is fat, heavy cock into the tiny, tight clutch of your pretty cunt. he nearly drooled all over himself when he was daydreaming about it in the middle of the day.

he always knew he had a bit of a thing for size differences between him and his partner but with you...it was out of control.

but on the other hand...he was so worried about hurting you. it would be such a big stretch to fit all of him — would you even be able to fit every inch? he doubted it. at least not without some tears and winces and that was not part of his fantasy.

if you were gonna cry it was going to be from how hard he made you cum. not bc his too big cock hurt you ):

so when he finally had you naked and at his mercy, he was at a crossroads; indulge his fantasy and fuck you open or let the overly concerned, protective side of himself win?

unfortunately for you, the concern won.

it took so long for him to finally give you his cock. for weeks he stuck to eating you out, fingering you, letting you give him handjobs — never blowing him!! u might choke ): poor thing.

he was working you open methodically as the days went by. stuffing you full of his tongue, one finger, two, and finally three. you'd tremble, gush, and cry as he made you cum over and over day after day to make you nice and malleable for when he finally would sink into you.

you were nearly in tears when you approached him one evening, dressed in one of his old army t-shirts that you had pulled out of the abyss of his closet.

you so sweetly requested that he finally fuck you, that you were tired of only getting his mouth and fingers. you wanted all of him.

simon got hard so fast he was worried about the blood rushing south too fast.

that was all he needed before you were trapped underneath his behemoth form. and before you knew it, you were creaming around his cock right at the base the second he sunk into you.

the obsession he had immediately grew into an addiction <3

[badkitty3000]

Five Hargreeves NSFW Headcanons

Ok, so here are some smutty headcanons that I have developed for Five over time. Obviously, this is my personal version and if you’ve read any of my stories, you will recognize a lot of these! Also, these are intended to be with a female partner, even though I feel like Five could be with any gender or orientation. If he’s attracted to a person and has a connection with them, that’s all that matters. I just write him with cis women because that’s what I am and that’s what I know. Let me know if you think I missed any! 😊

Warnings: Smut! Sex! Turn back if you don't want smut!

Let’s start with relationships: Five does not have the patience, nor the inclination, to care about most people outside of his immediate family. He knows he’s smarter (a lot smarter) than the average human, and spending more time than he needs to with someone else and their tiny brain is highly irritating. He does not have a lot of friends and doesn’t feel the need for any. That does not mean he isn’t attracted to women and doesn’t notice them. He most definitely notices. And once in a while he may indulge in a drunken fling here and there. However, when he meets that one woman that lights a fire in him, then it's game over. He’s done for, head over heels, no one will ever come close, in love for all eternity. He’s not going to fall for just anyone, either. Aside from having a body that he wants to fuck all day for the rest of his life, you also have to be smart. And witty. And not put up with any of his shit. Just because he’s in love with you, does not mean he’s not going to slip up sometimes and say or do something to piss you off. But when you come back at him with some major attitude and fight, he will end up loving you even more. Five needs a spicy woman to put him in his place sometimes.

Blow Jobs: Holy shit, this man loves a good blow job! Nothing makes him hotter than watching you service him. He wants to shove you down on your knees and watch intently as you take him all the way into your mouth until his cock hits the back of your throat. And if you can handle it, he’s going to fuck your face. Grab your hair in his fist and thrust himself into you until you’re gagging and drooling, tears running down your cheeks. Maybe he’ll come down your throat, maybe he won’t. He’ll let you know first, though. But if you’re going to be in a relationship with him, you better get used to having his dick in your mouth.

Cunnilingus: He may want you to suck his cock, but he’s more than willing to pay back the favor. In fact, Five wants to eat you out like the starving man he once was. Your taste and your scent drives him wild and he’ll take as long as you need. In fact, sometimes, he won’t stop even if you want him to. You can be begging him to stop and to fuck you instead, but he’ll just hold you down by your hips and look up at you with that knowing smirk of his; his mouth shining with your juices, and shake his head. Denied. Then he’s back at it, sucking and licking and fucking your pussy with his tongue until you’re a shuddering, crying mess, and your back is arching off the bed.

Orgasms: Continuing on that theme, Five will not come until you have, at least once but preferably a couple of times. He considers this a personal challenge, and he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure you’re screaming and shaking before he’s satisfied enough to let himself go. Ok, sure, there are times when maybe he does not perform as amazingly as he’d like. Times when you drive him so fucking crazy with the way you’re writhing underneath him and looking at him with that sexy little pout of yours that he can’t hold back. He’ll feel guilty about it afterwards, though, so once he’s able to think straight again, he’ll make sure you’re taken care of.

Daddy kink: This is it, guys. The big one. The thing that he absolutely goes fucking crazy over. You want Five to lose his mind over you? Sit on his lap and call him Daddy. Purr it seductively next to his ear while you run a hand down his chest. Remind him of it when you’re on your knees, looking back up at him with wide, innocent eyes, as you slowly unbuckle his belt. Moan it loudly just before he makes you come. Odds are, he’s going to be the older one in the relationship, so it just plays into his preferred role of the man in charge. He is the Daddy, here, and don’t you fucking forget it.

Cum: He wants you either covered in it or filled with it. Five loves nothing more than to come inside of you, watching his load drip out of you, dripping down your legs or pooling on the sheets underneath you. But sometimes he can’t control himself, taking matters into his own hands, and covering your tits or your ass in ropes of his cum. Seeing his semen all over you lights up that feral part of his brain because it reminds him and you who you belong to. He usually does this when he’s not thinking clearly, and then will feel badly afterwards, especially if he didn’t tell you he was going to do it in the first place. You’ll have to tell him it’s ok and that you don’t mind; that you liked it, actually. After he feels better about himself, he’ll quickly blink into the bathroom and grab a washcloth or tissues to help clean you up.

Dominance: Obviously, Five likes to be the one calling the shots. He is going to tell you, or more likely order you, to do what he wants. Whether he wants you riding him hard and fast, or on your hands and knees so he can fuck you from behind, he’ll let you know. Or maybe he’ll just throw you around, no words needed, until he’s got you where he wants you. He wants to overpower you, hold you down, pin you against a wall, flatten you with his body on top of yours. He wants to grip your wrists tightly in his hands and shove your legs apart with his knees. You are his to do with what he wants, but that’s only because he knows that’s what you like. It might not even be anything rough or physical that shows he’s in charge. It could be a subtle look in your direction, or a small command of “Come here” or “No” to your request that has you weak in the knees and doing whatever he wants. You might have him wrapped around your finger in every other aspect of your relationship, but inside the bedroom he is the boss.

Submission: There is one tiny little caveat to that dominance thing. Once in a while, you get to be in charge. Yes, he likes to be the dominant one, but he’s also up for being the sub every now and then. Maybe it’s a spur of the moment thing that you hesitantly try, and for some reason, he’s into it that day. Maybe he’s really pissing you off and he needs to be reminded that you are not a doormat for his temper tantrums and misplaced rage. This is when things can really get fun. Now you get to order him around, and he’s going to listen. Make him to eat you out until you tell him to stop. Tie him up with his own necktie and make him really work for it. Tease him until his cock is so hard and leaking that he’s squirming and begging you to fuck him. Rub your wet pussy up and down his shaft, but don’t let him in, until he’s whining like a little bitch and you laugh before finally giving in. Call him a good boy and slap his ass. He will do it all for you, because he loves you. And maybe because he secretly likes it, too. And when it’s all over, he will pretend that it was a one-time deal and you are dreaming if you think that’s ever going to happen again. You know better, though.

Dirty talk: Oh boy, he’s a talker. Not only does Five like the sound of his own voice, he wants to hear yours, too. He is going to lay out his entire dirty plan for you, in detail, out loud while he gets started. Then, he’s going to share with you each of the thoughts running through his head during the act, as well. It all depends on his mood and whether he’s being rough or soft, demanding or sweet. “Fuck me harder” “You’re so tight, you feel amazing” “God damn it, I never want to stop fucking you” “You’re so beautiful” “I love you” “You’re all I need” He’s not shy about what he wants to hear from you, either. “Tell me who you belong to” “Whose cock do you want inside of you?” “Tell me how I make you feel” He wants to hear all of it. There may be a few times where he orders you to stay quiet while he teases and fucks you hard, but that won’t stop him from chattering away himself. Unless he’s got some severe laryngitis going on, you are going to hear A LOT from Five Hargreeves during sex.

Rough Sex: Yes! He wants to fuck you into the mattress, or wall, or floor, or whatever surface he can find. But not in a violent or cruel way; he knows how you like it and he’s going to deliver. He’s going to make getting your pussy pounded into oblivion feel amazing. Shoving his cock inside of you, your leg thrown over his shoulder, sweat forming on his body, hair flopping in his eyes, jaw set in concentration as he rams into you over and over until you are screaming. He loves you, he’ll remind you, as he flips you over onto all fours and continues to fuck you so perfectly that you won’t be able to think or walk straight for a week. We’re talking hair-pulling, ass-slapping, sucking and biting until you’re bruised kind of rough.

Sweet/slow Sex: Also yes! Five likes it rough sometimes, but he also likes to take his time with you. He loves you, you are his entire world, and he just can’t believe you love him, too. So, he will cover your body with soft kisses, caressing every part of you while he tells you how gorgeous you are. He will worship your body, because to him you are the most perfect woman in the world. He will never love anyone else but you, and as he fucks you slow and rhythmically, with your legs and arms wrapped tightly around him, he will gaze lovingly into your eyes and tell you so.

Insecurities: We all know Five is the most confident man in the room. He’s arrogant and bossy, and isn’t afraid of anything or anyone. But, he has a lot of trauma, and with that comes shame, and regret, and feelings of inadequacy. Most people don’t know this about him. Most people except for you. With you, he let’s his guard down. He is safe with you and he can finally be himself. When the nightmares come, or the panic attacks, or just the overwhelming thoughts of self-doubt that plague him, he turns to you for comfort. Sometimes that means just lying there with you in the dark, as he lays his head on your chest and you give him soft kisses and run your fingers through his hair. Other times, he may need more than that. Because he needs to feel you, all of you, to make sure you are real. His touches and kisses will lead to more, and it all has to do with love and not lust, and his vulnerability with you. You are his lifeline to the only real happiness he knows and he’s terrified of it being ripped away from him again. He will bury his face in the crook of your neck while he thrusts slowly into you, kissing you softly and trying desperately not to shed the tears that are already making their way down his face. He wants to hear you say you’ll never leave him because he doesn’t want to be alone. And when you reassure him over and over with more kisses and whispers of how much you love him, he will eventually relax once more.

Names: Five loves to give you pet names. Sometimes they give a sense of his dominance over you, or may even be sarcastic if he’s being a jerk (sweetheart and honey can sound completely different depending on his tone). Other times they are just a form of his love for you and even if they are old fashioned (darling, my love, etc), you love hearing them from him. He likes to have a special name for you that no one else calls you, too. And he generally saves a couple just for sexy times (“go on baby, come for me”) that he knows drives you crazy. You can have pet names for him, too, and you love knowing you are the only one that can get away with that.

His own name: Along the same lines, Five wants to hear you say his name. When you’re whispering it quietly as he’s trailing kisses down your neck. As you’re whining and begging pitifully when he teases you and holds out on you instead of just fucking you like you want. And especially when you are screaming his name so loud the neighbors down the street can hear. It totally plays into his ego to have you moaning his name while he’s making you lose your mind with his cock or his fingers. Once you start sobbing and crying out his name in pure ecstasy, he’s probably not going to be able to last much longer because that is music to his ears. But if you really want to kick it up a notch and pretty much guarantee he’s going to be violently coming inside of you in a matter of seconds, use his full name. Throwing in a ‘Number Five’ is like an automatic switch for him and its game over.

Loud sex: Continuing on…he wants you loud. This goes along with the dirty talk and moaning his name. He wants to hear you. He wants the neighbors to hear you. He wants the whole god damn city to hear you. And he wants everyone to know just who is fucking you. Maybe it will make run-ins with neighbors at the mailbox a little awkward in the morning, but Five doesn’t really give a shit. He wants his girl screaming so loud for him that it’s a wonder the cops don’t get called. And he’ll wear that badge of honor proudly, just adding to the other list of things he knows he’s the fucking king of.

Kissing: Five loves kissing you. He can’t get enough of it. Yes, he loves fucking and everything else sex-related, but kissing is always incorporated, even with the roughest of sex. Remember, this man is touch starved, but he also doesn’t like most people touching him. You are the exception. The fact that he has found someone to love and that loves him in return is nothing short of a miracle for him. So, kissing you and being kissed by you, is heaven. You can feel all of his love and desire for you in those kisses, whether they are soft and gentle, or hungry and desperate. He kisses you in the morning and when you leave for the day. He kisses you when you come home and before you go to sleep. Sometimes when you’re just standing there, washing dishes, or sitting reading a book, you will look so cute to him that he can’t help himself and he’ll tilt your face up towards him with a hand on your chin and kiss you until you want to melt into a puddle at his feet. He will also ask you to kiss him, stopping you as you walk by him by taking your hand and pulling you in close, an arm around your waist. “Kiss me. Please,” he’ll say quietly with the most innocent looking face and your heart will break for him. It’s the please that gets you. But he really doesn’t need to ask, because you will never not want to give him as many kisses as he needs.   

Masturbation: If anyone is an expert in jerking off, it’s Five Hargreeves. How could he not be? It was him and his hand/Dolores for 45 years, and a guy has needs. Would he prefer your mouth or your pussy to stick his dick in? Absolutely. But sometimes you’re not available, or the timing isn’t right, or you’re not in the mood. In which case, Five knows exactly how to efficiently and quickly rub one out and then go about his day. He loves to watch you finger yourself, though. Especially when he makes you tell him who you are thinking of while you’re doing it (always him). He also has no shame in masturbating in front of you while you are taking care of yourself. Sitting there, nonchalantly and slowly stroking his hard cock while he watches you play with yourself, maybe giving you directions while you do it. It’s just one of the ways he reminds you who’s in charge.

Praise: Yes, he will praise you for being a good girl. This kind of goes hand in hand with the Daddy kink. “Be a good girl for Daddy,” he’ll tell you while slowly running the back of his hand down your cheek. If you follow his directions, he will give you all the praise you deserve. “Such a good girl, taking it so well for me” “That’s my good girl” “That’s right baby, you’re perfect” “You’re doing so good, just a little longer sweetheart” He might be demanding you suck his cock or flinging you around like a ragdoll on the bed and fucking you senseless, but he will always tell you how good you are being for him. Like the perfect gentleman he is.

Appearance: This includes body type, clothing, lingerie, hair, and make-up. Five does not have a specific body type per se. If he finds you attractive, he finds you attractive, end of story. He may have a slight preference towards nice boobs and a tight ass, but that’s just on a superficial basis. Chubby tummy? Thick thighs? Flat chest? Bony elbows and knees? He does not care. If he loves you, then you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and he wouldn’t want you any other way. He does love a tight skirt and high heels, though. Watching your ass bounce along while you sashay your hips in front of him will have him wishing he could blink you away somewhere private, flip that skirt up, and take care of business. And if you whisper in passing that you’re not wearing any underwear, he just might. Five loves you fully naked, sprawled out just for him. But his brain misfires a few times when he sees you in sexy lingerie. A lace bra, tight corset, thong panties, or even just a skimpy little tank top has him drooling and stumbling all over himself in an effort to get his dick under control. Wearing a sexy outfit like this is a good way to make him the submissive one, because he will do anything for you at this point. It’s actually pretty hilarious to see him at a loss for words for once, jaw on the floor, and licking his lips at just the sight of you. A flustered Five is the best. He doesn’t have much preference for hair style, as long as there’s enough to grab in his fist when you’re blowing him. Same goes for make-up. The only exception to that is lipstick. Five loves when you wear red lipstick for him. He likes to see the trail it makes over his body as your lips kiss and suck him all over. He loves to see it smudged all over your mouth, on his face, and on his cock. It’s just one of those things that reminds him that you are all his.

Possessiveness: Which brings us to this. Five can be a little possessive. Not in a “you’re not going anywhere without me" kind of way. He’s not at all like that. But he does like to remind you now and then who exactly you belong to. That body is only for him to touch, and kiss, and fuck. He doesn’t get jealous, because there’s nothing to be jealous over. He trusts you and you trust him. You are independent and have your own life outside of him, and that’s just one of the reasons he loves you. But he does get territorial, and there’s a difference. If another man puts a hand on you and you don’t like it, or someone propositions you in some way, well then they are in for a real big fucking awakening. Five may try to keep his assassin instincts to himself most of the time, but if he sees some random guy disrespecting you, things are going to get ugly. He may not even need to use any actual physical force or violence. Just the threat of it is usually enough. But if that doesn’t work, and the stupid moron isn’t backing down, well, that’s their own fault. There will be a fake, saccharine smile, and a derisive chuckle as the last warning. Then the poor bastard will find himself either punched in the mouth or facedown in the dirt with a foot on his back while being forced to give a teary apology for his treatment of you. If he were ever faced with the need, Five would kill for you. No questions asked. You’re in real danger? He won’t think twice about putting a bullet into some dude’s skull. Luckily, a few clever insults, some well-timed blinks, and a swift kick to the jaw are all he really needs to get his point across. Then afterwards, he’ll take you home and fuck your brains out, because you are his and he is yours, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.  

[ttsukiimi]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬  ೋ ⎯ you request a spicy night of bdsm with the jjk men.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬  ೋ ⎯  gojo x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, fem!sukuna x reader, bdsm (obv!), bondage, smut, unprotected sx, multiple orgasms (Sukuna), size difference, slapping, reader referred to as (baby (gojo), princess (toji), woman (hm..I wonder who…)

    ⟢ ⌒

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 was already halfway through tying your arms behind your back before he got impatient. But could you blame him? Your ass was practically in his face, cunt on display and he couldn’t ignore the hardness in his pants.

“Y’r just gonna have to be good for me and keep your arms like that, ‘Kay?” he mumbles into your ear, already reaching down and freeing his erection of its confines. Toji figured the half-assed job he did would hold you down anyway.

“B-but Toji, the whole point is you tying me,” you pouted, mumbling into the pillow as he pushed your head down. The fat tip of his cock soon slid between your folds, coating in your juices and prompting more slick to dribble out of you.

“Yeah, yeah,” he hums, slowly pushing himself in and hissing as your walls immediately clap down on him. “Don’t need to tie you down anyway,”

One more thrust and he was fully sheathed. Toji groaned, feeling your warmth around his dick.

He slid himself out and pummeled back in, his heavy balls slapping against your clit and causing a shriek to fall from your lips.

“Hm—fuck, you’re so deep..” you mewled, drooling against the pillow his strong hand drowned you into. Toji grinned smugly behind you and gave your ass a hot slap—one that immediately after left a red imprint on your cheek.

“Yeah, that’s fuckin’ right, princess.”

    ⟢ ⌒

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 didn’t find anything wrong with the idea—rather, he found his cock rising under his sweats at the thought of tying you up. It didn’t help knowing how vulnerable you already were under his huge body most times, he knew you’d be absolutely hopeless and at his mercy.

Soon he was tying your wrists together, smirking at the little whines that left your lips. Though, he was enjoying this a little too much.

“Comfortable, baby?” He asked as he roamed his hands down your back, gripping the fat of your ass, and you gave him a meek but hurried nod.

“‘Toru just put it in already,” you’d mumbled, feeling impatience wash over you, pushing your backside flush to his hips and sensually grinding on him.

Stifling a groan, Satoru placed his blindfold over your eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll put it in reall soon.”

And he did.

But to your surprise and delight, the loss of sight made your other senses more sensitive. Your cunt quivered with every rough thrust Satoru drove into you, and your skin felt as if it were on fire with the way his rough palms grasped at your hips.

On the other hand, he was enjoying this just as much—if not more. You seemed to tighten around him harder than usual, not to mention the very fact that you weren’t trying to run away from every rut of his hips.

And he enjoyed the freedom he had over your body, snaking his hand to your clit, rubbing the nub of nerves in lazy figure eight’s until your body shook, overstimulated.

“You’re not—hah—supposed to enjoy it this much!” You moaned, feeling the head of his cock hit your sweet spot deliciously as he continued the motions of his hand. “‘S too much.”

“Mmm? Nothin’s too much, take what I give you.”

⟢ ⌒

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 wasn’t exactly foreign to the idea. He’s had his fair share of partners and has played into their interests, whether it be in bed or just generally.

But, of all people, his mind couldn’t process why you were requesting such a thing. You’re so small and fragile Nanami just about had to hold himself back every time you got intimate, scared that he’ll hurt you.

Thus, he gives it more thought. Or at least tries to.

But when you’re grinding so greedily on him, begging him in that sugary tone, Nanami can’t think straight. And in the midst of his seducted haze, he follows up with your words.

He ties your arms above your head with his silken and watches as you hopelessly struggle—feeling a primal need to breed you.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he coos as he presses the drooling head of his cock in, watching your face intently.

“Ken, you’re so thick—!” you whimper, mouth agape as he begins to drive thrust after thrust into your poor cunt. Truth be told Nanami liked having your hands tied, but he found himself missing the pleasurable pain of your fingernails scratching down his back.

You squeezed around him so deliciously, causing him to groan. Nanami felt hot inside you, the rhythmic thump of him pulsing one that you lost yourself to.

It all felt surreal, the pleasure, the frustration of not being able to freely touch him—but you knew one thing was certain.

This wouldn’t be the last time.

    ⟢ ⌒

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 scoffed as he looked down at you. “You wanna be tied up, huh?” he grinned, beckoning you to sit down on his lap.

Stupid as it seemed, his ego was hurt. Why would you need things to hold you down when his arms did just fine?

“Am I not rough enough with you, woman?” Sukuna questioned, his upper arms set on your waist while his lower ones made quick work of ripping your panties off in one fell swoop.

You flinched as you felt the material rip apart but keep your composure. “‘Kuna, I just wanna try something new..” you frowned as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Oh, we’ll try it.” he hummed, your body jolting as you suddenly felt him press against your pussy. “Just my way.”

Sukuna soon had you crying and begging on his cock as you came for the third time that night, rasping lewd things in your ear.

Instead of a rope binding your arms behind your back, it was his strong hands. One of Sukuna’s hands could easily hold both of yours in a bruising grip.

“Ah, ‘m too sensitive, please,” you sobbed out, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as he reached down and began to rub your clit.

Sukuna laughed as he mockingly kissed your forehead. “Give me two more orgasms and I’ll think about it.”

[brailsthesmolgurl]

"What do you think of my outfit?"

Preview: How will the boys react to you wearing a revealing outfit? (and yes, I figured Sylus should be included too :))

Warning: TEASING, SLIGHT SMEXY SCENES!

SYLUS

"What do I think of that?" He gestured towards your skin tight dress that works really well in accentuating your curves. You, usually wrapped in comfortable and baggy clothes, had managed to go all out and reminding Sylus of the body you had always have under those loose clothings of yours. It is a date night in a fancy restaurant for a fancy event so you thought it was only right to play dress up. You had purchased this dress online as Sylus has been home for the past few days and going out alone would be too suspicious for someone as sharp eyed for him so getting it online is your best option. But, you certainly did not expect the outfit to fit too well, judging by the way your lover's eyes seemed to gleamed a darker shade of amber. "It's befitting for someone like you that's for sure."

When he was asked whether he is more than willing to let you wear more of these outfits in the near future, the man got up from his comfortable lounging seat, setting his gun aside onto the coffee table and he chuckled darkly as he sauntered over to you, pinning you against the wall in the process. "As long as you bear my marks, I am not worried about competition baby." He growled slightly as he leaned down and started groping you through your dress. His touch set off torrents of fire across your body, your undulating breaths quickening by every passing second. Moans of excitement raying from your mouth further edging him on to just rip the dress immediately off of you right this moment.

ZAYNE

Zayne would just sigh when he sees you clad in that skin-tight dress, twirling in front of him in excitement. He would lower his glasses and panned quietly at you, pinching on the slight bump of his nose when he tries to figure out what to tell you. "I would admit that you look good in any outfit. Including what I am seeing now." His compliment does come off to be quite half-arsed as he was not quite happy with the dress not leaving one with much imagination. Given this man would go the lengths of researching on 'how to be nice to the partner', he is not known for voicing out his repines. Hence, instead of being upfront, he would present a snappy remark in return. "But, do not come to me if you end up having a cold."

"If anyone tries to hit on you," the doctor has his slender fingers gripping onto his chin, eyebrows sewn together as he thought of a reaction towards the eidetic scenario. "I will tell them off only if you need me to." You were definitely shocked at his response, partially unsatisfied until he adds on, his confidence coming through immediately. "That's because we both know that, it will only be me that could heal you." He smirked, placing his glasses back onto the table and he turned his chair, now directly facing you. It only took two fingers for him to beckon you over and you became obsequious, prancing towards him and seating yourself onto his thighs. His hand coming to place onto your inner thigh, thumb rubbing softly over your sensitive skin. "Now, let me heal your cold first."

XAVIER

The blond man had blinked multiple times, looking at your outfit, more like staring. If he is in any cartoon shows right now, he would be drooling, with a cloud forming on top of his head, imagining how he could put your body to good use in that tight outfit of yours. It would be a 18+ cartoon for sure at this point. "You look stunning in that dress." His tone sounded...hesitant? He would try to shift his gaze to not make you uncomfortable, but let's be honest, who would not like to be stared at, especially by someone like Xavier? He had never been the type to judge you based on your styles. He finds most of it adorable on you, if not befitting. But this, this tight fitting outfit is fresh territory for him.

"This outfit does not suit you y/n." He does not hesitate one bit when your next question followed, asking him of his opinion what if someone else were to approach you when you are outside wearing this apparel. His answer is avoiding the question, only to mask his jealousy. When you ask for a more valid answer from him, he would simply take off the hoodie he currently has on and tosses it, aimed right at your face so it falls right onto your head. "You should put that on so that the others won't get to you before I do." A slight growl bubbled at the back of his throat when he careened over to you. The next sensation you felt was being pushed up against the wall, ready to be devoured.

RAFAYEL

A pout. The same pout he gives whenever he is frustrated at you. Now, he wears it when he catches sight of you in that bodycon dress. It was gifted to him by one of his sponsors to congratulate him for the announcement of his muse, aka you. He took it with the image of you wearing it but damn, he had never figured that it fit you like a snuck glove. If he was not pouting, he would have been the one drooling over you. But Rafayel, is a man of standards. "The brand seems to dote on you by picking this outfit for you." He then turned around and got onto his phone, pressing his phone against his ear.

You assumed it was Thomas judging by how Rafayel was frowning through his tone. "List out the brand that gave y/n the bodycon dress from now on. They are trying to get my girl stolen from me." Your lips are pressed together tightly when you witnessed Rafayel 'burning the brand deals just for you', all for the sake of covering up his jealousy. "Now, you are only allowed to wear this whenever you are around me alright?" He is quick to walk back over to your side, slipping his arm effortlessly around your waist and planting a chaste kiss to your lips. "Because a shining star like you only deserves a spot next to me."

[themultifanshipper]

hiii! i was thinking maybe 🟠 from your prompt list with lando, oscar and logan if you’re up for it

like maybe reader’s oscar’s partner and since he’s a great friend and logan has a bad race, he invites logan to his driver’s room to let the frustration out on reader <33

but lando ends up coming in in the middle of it (cause we all know that mf doesn’t knock) and eventually joins?

you can change anything you want!! please and thank you!! <3

Logan had lost the will to live it seemed. Not only was he officially out of the seat, but he had crashed in FP3, not taken part in qualifying, and started from the back row. And sue him, a p16 finish wasn't making him any happier.

Oscar knew just how to cheer his friend up, though.

Warnings: smut, threesome, foursome, PinV, PinA, gay shit, sub Logan, cock warming but with your mouth? Is that a thing?, subspace?, spanking, pain kink, dacryphilia, manhandling?, degradation?, spit, praise, overstimulation, Lando comes in (pun intended) at the very end.

Edit: I only just fucking realised I forgot to put the prompt in the fic.... oops :3

Requested from my prompt list

When Oscar had approached you during the aftermath of Zandvoort, you expected him to need cheering up. But what he was offering was much better: Logan Sargeant.

When he asked you about it you were skeptical, whoring you out to the other drivers wasn't really Oscar's style. But when he explained how down Logan was feeling you readily agreed, after all you were also good friends with the American.

Logan turned out to be more of a handful than you'd anticipated.

You expected him to let you take the reigns after being so depressed and mopey, you and Oscar had discussed possible outcomes and mindsets beforehand, agreeing to be whatever Logan needed.

But what you had in front of you now was so much more pathetic, and you were instantly wet at the sight that greeted you as you opened the door to Oscar's bedroom in his Monaco apartment.

You'd been caught up in a meeting so Oscar and Logan had started without you.

And Jesus Fucking Christ what a sight.

Logan was on his knees, drooling over Oscar's cock which was sitting on his tongue. His eyes were closed and his head was being held in place by Oscar's vice grip on his blonde hair. His hips were desperately grinding against Oscar's shin as he chased his release.

You just stared at the scene, eyebrows raised in question at Oscar, who just shrugged and motioned you over.

“Logan seems to be in a very particular mood so I've instructed him to make himself come without touching before he's allowed to suck my cock, isn't that right baby?”

His hand went to cup Logan's jaw as the green eyed man looked up and nodded, Oscar's unmoving cock still nestled in his mouth.

Oscar slapped his cheek “Words, Logan”

Logan hissed and his hips stuttered as he let out a muffled “yes sir”, which made more drool pool out of his mouth and down his chin.

It was disgusting.

It was fucking hot.

“Are you close, baby?” Oscar cooed.

“Yes, sir” Logan slobbered like a dog with a bone as the rhythm of his hips sped up and he almost choked.

“Good boy” you said out of nowhere and that was it for Logan.

He spilled into his jeans as his body went lax and his eyes clouded over.

Oscar pulled his cock out of Logan’s mouth and tilted his head upwards.

“You okay to carry on, baby or do you need a break?”

Logan whined at the emptiness in his mouth and slurred out “carry on, please… I'm green, please fuck my mouth. I need it so bad”

You almost felt sorry for the man as Oscar groaned and gripped his hair before sliding his cock all the way in to the base. Logan was breathing hard through his nose and his body was trembling, and you felt like you were going to combust watching them.

Oscar pulled out and immediately went back in, not giving Logan any time to breathe. But that was obviously what he wanted if the way his eyes rolled back was any indication.

He wanted to be used, so be it. That was something you and Oscar could do for him.

Once Oscar had come down his throat, he pulled out and picked the exhausted man up, carrying him to the bed.

His jeans were damp, but already tented again, evidence of the enjoyment he was getting out of this, and Oscar chuckled.

“Already hard again just from me using your filthy mouth… what a whore”

Logan blushed and tried to hide himself out of embarrassment, but you took his hands and pinned them above his head while Oscar busied himself getting Logan's clothes off.

“Oh no, baby you can't hide from us, we want to see you while we take turns using you. Can you be a good boy and keep your hands there for me?”

Logan agreed and you smiled at him sweetly before sliding your pants and underwear off.

“I'm going to sit on your face baby, is that okay?”

Logan looked like he'd died and gone to heaven.

“Yes please, oh my god…”

You chuckled as you saw his cock twitch where it was laying on his stomach, red and already leaking.

You didn't waste any time getting on the bed and straddling his face, head trapped between your thighs.

You held his hands in place with one of your own as you slowly put a bit of your weight down on to his waiting mouth.

You'd been so turned on, the shock of his tongue running across your clit made a high pitched moan come out of you, and Oscar laughed from where he was sat next to you.

“Is his mouth that good, baby?” he teased and you flipped him off with your unoccupied hand.

“Fuck off I'm just really horny, plus you should know, you’re the one who fucked it earlier”

“Touché, it is a really good mouth, you can put more weight on him, he is an F1 driver after all”

“Oh yeah, like you didn't almost suffocate last time I sat on your face!”

“Hey! If that's how I go out, I'll die a happy man!”

Logan tended to agree with that sentiment, but the two of you bickering like he wasn't even there was turning him on more than he'd like to admit. In fact the only sign that you were affected at all was the trembling of your thighs around his head as he licked and sucked all of your juices like a man starved.

When your voice cracked and you looked back down at him, he knew you were close by the way your eyes were lidded and you bit your lip in concentration.

“Fuck you're such a good boy Logan, you're gonna make me come.”

Logan doubled his efforts and you threw your head back as tremors wracked through your body and you came with a cry while he lapped up everything you had to give.

Oscar had been sitting patiently on the side but as soon as you'd ridden out the after shocks you were lifted up and thrown over the other side of the bed.

“My turn” Oscar growled and straddled Logan’s thighs before leaning down to kiss him and taste you on Logan's tongue.

Both men groaned into the kiss as it got hungrier and sloppier the longer you watched them.

You'd discussed beforehand the formalities and whether Oscar was cool with kissing Logan, but you certainly weren't expecting this level of depravity as you watched Oscar's left hand slither down to grip Logan's cock, and his right go up to wrap around the man's throat and squeeze making Logan gasp and his hips buck up into his hold.

“Open” Oscar rasped and Logan stuck his tongue out, mouth wide.

The sight of Oscar spitting into Logan's waiting mouth, ordering him to swallow, and Logan complying, was seared into your brain forever.

But the next thing out of Logan's mouth made you throb.

“Need you to fuck me now, sir”

He sounded so fucked out, Oscar grinned wolfishly at him and squeezed his hip affectionately.

“I was planning to leave that for later, but since you asked so nicely” he looked over to you, where you were already couple of fingers deep in yourself, and he raised an eyebrow before asking “Would you fetch me the lube, my love?”

You smirked at him at reached into the nightstand drawer to grab it and toss it to him, without stopping the movement of your fingers, and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Since my girlfriend is feeling a bit lonely over there, I’m going to prep you while you're inside her, that okay with you?” he looked down at Logan in question and the other man groaned.

“You two are going to kill me”

You and Oscar laughed before springing to action. You shimmied down the bed and Oscar helped Logan get knees between your legs.

He just stared at your puffy cunt before lifting a hand to slide a finger inside you, and he groaned at the tight heat.

You just wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you.

“ Want to feel your cock, Logan. Gonna be a good boy and put it in me?”

Logan let out a sharp breath at your crude words and shuffled forward to line himself up.

You groaned as he bottomed out completely and bent over you to mouth at your neck and give Oscar better access.

He was anything but small, and the pressure inside you was perfect as he started grinding his hips in small circles to help you adjust.

But he halted his movements when a smack resounded and he let out a strangled moan into your neck.

“You need to stay still while I prep you, can you do that Logan?”

He whimpered and nodded, but Oscar just smacked the other cheek, much harder.

“Yes, sir” Logan yelped before going back to sucking and biting along your collarbones.

As Oscar opened him up on his fingers, he started babbling into your skin, mind obviously getting fuzzy at the double stimulation on his cock and prostate, that Oscar was taking great pleasure in abusing with his talented fingers.

“You feel so good around me… so tight I'm leaking inside you… m'not gonna last long… Oscar's fingers… fuck, so good… wanna be good for you… want you to come on my cock… wanna make you feel good”

He was almost slurring at this point and Oscar chuckled before pulling his fingers out and lubing himself up.

“Don't you dare come before she does or I'll spank you until you come again on my cock…”

Logan's whole body shuddered and you wondered exactly how likely it was that that was going to happen.

Oscar slid inside in one go and Logan keened at the intrusion, hips bucking into yours and accidentally nailing your g spot.

Oscar grabbed Logan’s hips and started a rapid pace, pounding into Logan so hard that his cock was forced into your depths each time and you eyes rolled back as your sweet spots were abused by Oscar's forceful thrusts.

You closed your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure of your three bodies moving in tandem.

Oscar leaned forward, changing the angle to nail Logan's prostate dead on, and wrapped one hand around Logan's throat as leverage to pull him onto his cock, and the other went to your throat and squeezed, cutting off your breathing for a second.

Logan looked utterly debauched and Oscar could tell he wasn't going to last so he whispered into his ear.

“why don't you help her along, hmm? Make her come before you do”

Logan didn't even utter a word as his fingers went straight to your clit, rubbing light circles into the bundle of nerves which made you throw your head back and let out a porn worthy moan.

You came after only a couple more strong thrusts of Oscar's hips, and the feeling of your cunt throbbing around Logan's cock made him come with you as you both rode out your highs together.

Oscar pulled out gently and held Logan up to let you get out of the pile before turning him over and laying him on his back.

Logan’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and Oscar’s heart broke. He wiped a stray tear away with his thumb.

“What's the matter baby? Was that too much?” he asked, worried that he'd gone too far.

Logan let out a wet sob and huffed.

“No, no it's… it's the opposite. I'm…”

He looked away as another tear rolled down his cheek. “It's stupid…”

“Nothing is stupid when it comes to your needs Logan” Oscar chastised “Come on use your words baby, what’s wrong?”

Logan's green eyes snapped back to Oscar and he looked down to where he was still hard.

“Want you to fuck me more… I'm still thinking about my shitty weekend and I need to get out of my head but I just can't, and I’m not fragile I can take everything you want to give me and you're still hard and I reaaally want you to come inside me and I want you to really use me until I can't even think…”

He heaved in a breath after rambling and Oscar held his face tenderly, pressing their foreheads together.

“Logan, jesus, I would be happy to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name. All you have to do is ask”

He gave him a sweet peck on the lips before sitting up and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Now then, I think that should be ten spanks for not expressing your needs…” he gave you a pointed look “you think that's reasonable my love?”

“Yes” “Yes, sir” you and Logan replied at the same time, pulling a giggle from you.

In no time Logan was over Oscar's knee counting down each spank, ass quickly reddening as he leaked precome all over Oscar's thigh.

“What number are we on Logan?” he asked after Logan failed to count.

Logan just moaned in response as you reached over and slid a finger down his perineum and over his balls, you couldn't help teasing him a bit.

“Logan?” you prompted.

“I- I don't know…” his words were slurred and you couldn't help share a triumphant smirk with Oscar, you'd found what Logan needed to get out of his head.

“seven?” he tried without much conviction.

Oscar made a face “Lucky guess, baby. But I think we'll go up to twelve for that lapse in concentration.

His hand came down on Logan's flesh harder than before and Logan cried out, cock dribbling a little bit more.

“eight”

Another smack, and his body tensed but he didn't make a sound. He was on fire, in a good way.

“nine”

Once more, Oscar aimed at the other cheek and brought his hand down even harder.

“ten”

Oscar could feel the tears streaming down his left thigh, and Logan's hardness pressing into his right. He motioned for you to touch him while his hand soothed over the harsh redness.

You slid a finger into his still loose hole, down to the knuckle, as Oscar spoke to him in a calming voice.

“Only two left baby. You going to take them like a good boy?”

“Mhhm… yesssir” Logan slurred and Oscar nodded at you.

You slid a second finger in and started rubbing circles into his prostate with the pads of your fingers.

The reaction was immediate. Logan’s hips bucked involuntarily, a soft cry pushing past his lips.

Oscar spanked him for the penultimate time.

“eleven” he wailed, wet sobs wracking over his body.

And the last one.

“twelve” he gasped and his cock visibly jumped as he bit into Oscar's thigh lightly.

“m'so close… please, I need you to fuck me, please I need to come, need it so bad”

Before anyone could move though, a voice sounded from the corridor.

“Oscar why the hell aren't you-”

Lando stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway.

From his vantage point there was nothing that you were doing that was hidden from his view.

Oscar, ever the pragmatic one, pulled your hand away and placed Logan on his back, on the bed, before turning around to face Lando.

“We’re taking turns helping Logan forget about his shit weekend, so either come help us or fuck off.”

He turned back around and lined himself up with Logan's hole, pushing in slightly.

“You okay to continue, baby?”

Logan shuddered at the intrusion and whimpered. “Yes, please, please fuck me”

“Please fuck me what?” Oscar chided, unmoving.

“Please fuck me sir!” Logan was getting antsy again and he squirmed, trying to get more of Oscar inside him.

“Such a good boy for us” Oscar leaned down to kiss him tenderly “I'm going to fuck you now, like you deserve”

He slammed his hips forward and Logan yelped, back arching as the breath was knocked from his lungs.

“Yes! Fuck! I'm so close, don't stop!”

Oscar chuckled and wrapped a hand around Logan's throat to keep him in place.

“I’m not going to stop, baby. We're going to keep making you come until you can't speak. Isn't that what you wanted?”

“yes! Thank you, sir!”

Oscar groaned “Good boy”

He was getting close after being on edge for so long and he could tell Logan was getting there as well.

He beckoned you over and you knew what he wanted you to do.

You took Logan's leaking cock into your mouth, and it only took a couple of bobs of your head before he was coming down your throat with a high-pitched wail, Oscar shooting his own cum deep inside him. He quickly pulled out and turned back to where Lando hadn't moved an inch, but was very visibly hard in his pants.

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“Your turn” Oscar said and Lando caught a glimpse of Oscar's cum leaking out of Logan’s hole and down his crack.

He licked his lips and cleared his suddenly raw throat.

“Fuck, okay yeah…”

He unbuckled his pants in record time, pushing his underwear down and taking himself in his hand, giving his cock a couple of tugs before shuffling over.

“Turn over for Lando, baby”

And Logan didn't disappoint, he turned over onto his knees and arched his back like cat, fucking presenting himself to Lando.

“Jesus Christ Osc” one of Lando's hands went to touch the bruises on Logan's flesh “Logan you okay?”

“Yes, now fuck me, please, I need your cock sir” he said, goading the man behind him.

Lando's eyes closed in concentration, willing himself not to come on the spot, before lining himself up and pressing into him slowly.

The wet heat was heaven, and Lando aimed for Logan's prostate, making the younger man gasp and jolt.

“Ah! Too much- it's too much I can't-“ he panted into his arm as Lando bottomed out, but Oscar tutted.

“You're talking way too much for someone who ‘can't’. You wanted to be fucked until you can't think, so that's what we’re going to do.” He turned to Lando “Carry on”

So Lando did, he gripped Logan's hips hard, nails digging into the sensitive skin as he started a rough pace, effectively shutting Logan up for good as his prostate was abused over and over.

You and Oscar climbed up the bed to the headboard, hands and mouths wandering to distract yourselves, having a sweet moment for yourselves. His mouth made its way down to your poor neglected cunt, making you whine immediately after not getting any stimulation for a while.

You looked at Logan and gasped. He was being held up by his hair and his eyes were rolled back as drool dripped down his chin onto the sheets.

He was letting little punched out moans on every one of Lando's thrusts, and was obviously getting close again already.

Oscar slid a couple of fingers inside you and you yanked him up by his hair to kiss him senseless.

This was the most fun you'd had in a long time and you wanted to convey that through the kiss.

His fingers continued their assault on your g-spot and he leaned in close “Come for me baby, show Lando how good you are when you come” his lips went to your tits, biting and sucking and when your eyes found Lando's you came, thighs trying to close around Oscar's hand at the overstimulation.

You didn't register Lando speaking, but a bone-rattling cry came from next to you as Logan obviously came around him, making the older man smirk in victory.

But Oscar's attention was on Logan.

“Holy shit Logan, you came dry”

Logan sounded like he was having an asthma attack, despite not having asthma, and it took him a moment to respond.

When he did, you all raised your eyebrows at him.

“Is that all you've got?”

Lando took that personally, and he lifted the younger man and pressed him to his chest, changing the angle and grinding his cock in deeper as Logan groaned weakly.

“Still talking, huh? Sounds like a challenge to me”

Oscar hummed in agreement and slid his cock into you at the same moment he leaned down and took Logan's cock in his mouth.

The sight of your boyfriend eagerly sucking down his (and your) friend’s cock was a lot to process. Not to mention Lando's presence, who now had something to prove as he pistonned his hips at an inhuman pace.

Three world class athletes competing in sex.

This was going to be a long fucking night.

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The Ferocious Beast

[A Gigabyte Flare One Shot]

Summary: After an intense night with your wolf Thiren partner, your unsuspecting daughter notices a peculiar mark on your skin. Lycaon wastes no time mischievously adding fuel to the fire.

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: dubcon, unprotected p in v, pinning, biting, mating press, knotting, breeding kink, creampie, pregnancy mention

A/N: This came to be thanks to the horny thoughts of myself and @vampiricgf and my equally horny thoughts of Lycaon being a dad. I dedicate this to all my Lycaon besties in the little community we made on here! Line break divider by cafekitsune

You had no idea what had gotten into him. You had come home from work to find Lycaon making dinner, same as any other evening; your six year old daughter having come home a couple hours prior from school. She was sitting at the kitchen table drawing another picture of her Mommy and Daddy with her beloved crayons. Your heart warmed when you saw her tiny little ears flick forward at your arrival, wasting no time to jump up from her chair to give you a hug and welcome you home. Meanwhile, Lycaon simply looked over at you, a smirk crossing his lips before returning his attention to making dinner. He was strangely quiet for the rest of the evening until he put your daughter to bed.

You didn't even have time to react, immediately upon entering the bedroom, Lycaon had shut and locked the bedroom door and pinned you face first into your shared bed. Your pants were an absolute goner, having been torn off you and discarded before burying his face into your folds, inhaling your scent deeply.

"It took everything in me not ravish you as soon as you walked through the front door…" Lycaon had said with a breathy growl before gliding his tongue from your throbbing clit to your leaking hole.

Your body had shuddered, your fingers gripping into the sheets as your knees dug into the mattress, completely at Lycaon's mercy as he fucked you with this tongue. It wasn't until this very moment with your torso being pressed into the mattress by one of Lycaon's massive hands on your back as his cock rams into you that you realize that he is in his rut. His other hand gripping your hip like a vice, feeling his claws dig into your skin as you feel your cunt begin to stretch around his knot with each of his powerful thrusts.

Abruptly, he pulls out. You begin to whine in protest as drool spills from the corner of your mouth when he flips you over onto your back, his hands spreading your legs open to settle his hips against yours. His throbbing member has no trouble slipping back inside and he takes your legs and drapes them onto his shoulders, practically folding you in half as he resumes his grueling pace inside you. Grasping both your wrists, he pins your hands above your head as he lets out a guttural growl, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

"Let me give you my knot, my little dove…" he moans into you, his thrusts becoming slower but more powerful.

That nickname sends chills straight to your cunt, feeling your walls squeeze around his cock as his knot threatens to seal the two of you together.

A couple of tears involuntarily stream down the sides of your face as you nuzzle your face against his; finally, you give him a subtle nod before whispering, "go ahead, Lycaon…"

With a snap of his hips, you feel his knot pop inside you, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix with each thrust now. His instincts taking hold, his cock aggressively rabbits into you, his claws digging into your wrists as he practically fucks you into the mattress. He lets out another growl as his thrusts become more erratic until finally he pushes himself as deep inside you as he possibly can, his powerful jaw latching onto the crook of you neck as he comes. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you come undone with him, moaning his name as your legs quiver on his shoulders as he pumps you full of his seed.

Once he comes down from his high, Lycaon's entire body weight collapses on top of you after moving your legs off his shoulders, feeling his tongue lap up where he had sunk his teeth into your neck as his arms wrap around your body. You drape your arms around his shoulders, giving him a gentle squeeze as you kiss the side of his muzzle. Meanwhile your legs gently wrap around his waist, knowing full well his knot is going to keep the two of you sealed together for a majority of the night. It doesn't take long for exhaustion to consume you both and you drift into a dreamless sleep.

The smell of breakfast and coffee drags you from the realm of sleep, your eyes fluttering open only to wince at the sun pouring in from the windows, the gentle late summer breeze caressing your senses. You let out a loud yawn as you sit up in bed; Lycaon is unsurprisingly already up. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up, your legs still a little wobbly from the previous night's escapade. Also unsurprisingly, you find Lycaon had already cleaned you up; how he didn't wake you is beyond you.

Putting on one of Lycaon's button up shirts and a pair of pajama shorts, you slowly make your way out into the kitchen, where you find your daughter and Lycaon already eating breakfast at the kitchen table. Upon seeing you come in, Lycaon immediately stands up.

"Good morning, my love," he says as he opens the oven, taking out a plate that he had been keeping warm for you, "I made you some pancakes with bacon. I do hope you enjoy them."

He sets the plate down just as you take a seat. You look up at him, smiling warmly at him as he walks back over to his seat to finish eating breakfast.

"Good morning, Mommy!" your daughter cheerfully greets you before biting a forkful of pancakes, a big smile spreading across her lips, "Daddy always makes the best pancakes!"

"He sure does, sweetie," you reply softly before taking a bite, closing your eyes to savor the flavor; fluffy and cooked just right.

"What's that on your neck?" your daughter suddenly asks.

Your eyes snap open, your right hand reaching over and feeling where Lycaon's teeth hand sunk into your neck the night before. You don't doubt that there's bruising, too.

Before you can even think of formulating some kind of response, Lycaon replies to your daughter's query as he takes a sip from his coffee mug, "your mother was attacked by a ferocious beast last night."

You look over at Lycaon just as he lowers his mug, the most devious smirk crossing his lips as he gives you a knowing look in his exposed eye. Your heart palpitating in your chest, you kick him under the table, which is immediately followed by a sharp pain going up your leg when your toes make contact with the metal of one of his prosthetic legs.

"Sh-- Ow!" you hiss silently as you reach down to massage your toes.

"What was that?!" your daughter once again asks.

"That would be the ferocious beast eating your mother's toes." Lycaon replies nonchalantly, that smirk still on his face as he closes his eye while taking another sip from his coffee.

"Oh no, not Mommy's toes!"

"Lycaon!" you say as you give him a playful shove to his shoulder.

You weren't sure if it was instinct or fate that a few weeks later, you decide to pick up a pregnancy test at the store after work. You can't say you were entirely surprised when the result came up positive.

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If I may ask for DP+W - > top 5 kinks for both

hehehe. minors dni.

Wade

Praise kink. Constantly needs to be told what a good boy he is. I mean, he never shuts the fuck up anyway, and wants his attitude to be matched in bed - especially if it’s you letting him know how good he’s fucking you 😌

Knife kink. Nothing that would hurt you, though he does like to cut your underwear off. However, he’s a bit of a freak, so if you dig in the blade into his skin deep enough to leave a mark? Oh, he’s drooling for that.

Anything with restraints. Loves to be tied up. Loves to be gagged as he sees it as a challenge. Similarly, enjoys having you be at his mercy, wriggling against your silk ropes but knowing he’s made the knots far too complicated for you to escape…

Edging, though he doesn’t admit it. Runs his mouth when you lead him to the peak and then let him down again, but really he enjoys the thrill of never knowing when you’ll let him cum. He’s truly putty in your hands, on his hands and knees, begging for release for hours 😌💕

Mutual masturbation - not because he doesn’t love fucking you, but it’s a nice switch up. He loves loves loves talking you through what to do and seeing you follow. Also finds it really hot when you give him instructions, and he’ll usually follow them… after being a bit of a brat, of course.

Logan

Size kink. No matter what gender his partner is, he gets off at seeing how much bigger he is than you (mostly to enjoy knowing he can keep you safe). Catch him locking his fingers into yours as he pushes inside you so he can compare your hands 💕

Scent kink. Look, we know he has a heightened sense of smell. Anything where he can leave his scent over you or vice versa drives him wild. Loves you to go out and come back home smelling of him, reminding everyone you belong to each other 😏

Lingerie. Any kind. Loves seeing you in it, but even more he loves ripping it off of you and seeing it lie on the bedroom floor. He’ll always take you shopping for more, though.

Breeding kink. Look, I’m telling you, if you lock your ankles behind his back and whisper for him to put a baby in you he’s gonna cum harder than he has in years. Take him by surprise with it and he’ll immediately go for round two, wanting to make sure he’s done his job right 😌

Blood, but only a little. He really likes when you bite him hard enough that he can feel blood trickle down his neck. Wants you to mark him up even though it won’t last. Wants you all over him.

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Thoughts on COD men favorite way to cuddle? Personally I believe Soap likes to lay directly on top of his partner, he’s a whore for head scratches. Please any soft headcanons you have for 141+LV would do rn. I just need some soft boys. 🥹

How Do They Cuddle?

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COD SFW Head-Canons

Characters: John Price, Johnny Mactavish, Simon Riley, Kyle Garrick, Alex Keller, Gary Sanderson, Nikolai, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Kate Laswell, Valeria Garza, Phillip Graves, König, Farah Karim

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Warnings: None- Just Fluff.

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John Price

Loves to pull you into his arms in bed and be the big spoon, honestly okay with most cuddle positions.

Will lay on top of you and snuggle but it's typically unintentionally in his sleep- like a weighted blanket that snores and sleep talks.

Will pass out immediately if you rub his shoulders.

Johnny Mactavish

Absolutely adores laying on top of you with his head on your chest, your heartbeat soothes him and lord help him if you scratch his head- he may just drool.

Any and all types of spooning is welcome, will be the little or big spoon.

Hands on you every chance he is given, tugging you close in bed and nearly roasting you because this man is a straight up living furnace.

Simon Riley

Pulls you into his side so you can lay your head on his chest, typically sleeps laying on his back.

Absolutely melts if you press little kisses to the scars on his face, wraps his arms around you so tight that there is no escape.

Not opposed to you spooning him or just wrapping your arms around him from behind.

Kyle Garrick

Does the thing of tucking your head to his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat, will also hum a soft tune to you and murmur the sweetest things as you fall asleep.

Tuck your face into the crook of his neck and you'll hear an audible sigh of happiness, arms slipping around you to pull you impossibly close.

Kiss attack!!! Will randomly pepper kisses all over your face and anywhere else you'll let him- he just can't resist you.

Alex Keller

Absolute puppy energy as he follows you around closer than usual whenever he wants to cuddle, will eagerly pull you to him on the couch or wherever else you two sit down.

Tucks his face into the crook of your neck and purposely tickles you with his facial hair, grins like an idiot when you giggle and push at him.

Is typically the big spoon in bed because he just loves being the one with his arms around you, planting kisses to your shoulders.

Gary Sanderson

Lays on top of you to trap you with his affection, nuzzling and making little hum sounds to express how much he adores you.

Traces shapes and letters along your skin when you two are cuddling in bed, loves tugging you close to his chest and running his hands along your back.

Often pats his lap when he wants you to stop what you're doing and just come sit on him for snuggles for awhile.

Nikolai

Handsy? Handsy. Gentle touches at all times and constant hugs from behind, is so damn cozy though and knows it- pulling you into him every opportunity.

Loves having you lay on top of him like a blanket, mumbling loving words in Russian as he rubs your back.

If you're sitting beside him his arm is wrapped around you, however he much prefers you on his lap so he can hold you even closer.

Alejandro Vargas

Wants you to lay on him. Please lay on him or let him spoon you, he just has to feel you close so he can praise you softly.

Will drag you onto his lap to hold you when he feels you're working too hard, that's enough chores for right now- snuggle time.

Rubs his hands lightly up and down your sides when you two are in bed.

Rodolfo Parra

Literally the absolute sweetest- wants to sit and cuddle you while feeding each other snacks. Wants you on his lap so he can tell you about his day while sticking food in your mouth.

Loves being the little spoon or laying his head on your chest, run your fingertips along his back and he'll hum out in response.

Consistently gives you the coziest hugs and sweet forehead kisses, hands on your waist or lower back.

Kate Laswell

Intense spooning- prefers being the big spoon but will gladly be the little spoon. Loves taking care of you.

Wants you to lean your head on her shoulder when you two are sitting at home watching shows together.

Encourages you to tell her all about your day, pressing a sweet kiss to your head as you drift off in her arms.

Valeria Garza

Holds your hands when you two cuddle in bed because it's romantic, presses kisses to your knuckles as you tell her about your day.

Praises you for whatever you accomplish and also insists that you take plenty of breaks so she can hold you.

Wants to be the big spoon or tuck your head against her chest so she can mumble sweetly in your ear.

Phillip Graves

An absolute menace who unleashes tickle attacks occasionally when you two are cuddling, usually though he just mumbles sweet things against your skin.

Showers you with kisses and groans softly as he eases into bed with you and with a 'c'mere darlin'' starts spooning you- loves being big spoon.

Wants you to lay your head on his chest sometimes as well, feel his breathing and steady heart beat while he rambles about his day.

König

Lay on him please- he craves it so bad to just feel you close like that. Wants to hold you tightly to himself and ramble about how much he loves you.

A giant teddy bear- please let him lay his head on your lap. He'll fall asleep instantly.

Gentle and doting wanting to give you massages constantly- if you return a massage though you will just hear so many soft groans and praises in German.

Farah Karim

Spoon spoon spoon- will be little or big spoon she doesn't care. Just let her tell you how gorgeous/handsome and perfect you are.

Rests her hands on your waist often when you're doing things, especially loves doing it if it makes you flustered.

Lay your head in her lap and she will gladly smile and stroke your hair- you're just so cute.

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{This prompt made me so excited I just had to do everyone. LMAO}

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[dolliels]

YOUR SHOUJO BOYFRIEND!

synopsis: you and the third years in a shoujo manga setting. how will the story proceed?

AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS A REUPLOAD!!! i posted this fic on my old account which i deleted. so uh yeah. also you are technically y/n but a different y/n in every story ok bye

trey clover [captain of the baseball team!]

drum roll please… presenting trey clover!!! the beloved captain of your high school’s baseball team!!! have you seen him? he’s so kind, and thoughtful… he’s really handsome and tall… lord… have you seen him in his baseball uniform?? his broad shoulders under the gentle light… all the girls are giggling about it!

you’ve also often found yourself following the smell of delicious baked goods… only to find the infamous trey clover handing pastries out to his entire team!! he can cook too?! you drool at the thought of tasting his already amazing-smelling food.

unfortunately, you and him are on different social levels. have you seen him? he’s constantly surrounded by people! the thought of even trying his food is out the window… nevertheless talking to him. you’re more quieter, with a solid, but small group of friends.

that doesn’t mean you or your friends aren’t a fan of him! every time there’s a baseball practice going on afterschool, the bleachers are filled with students alike, wanting to watch their favourite caption (+ the other members, ace and deuce are pretty popular too!) it’s often full of people so you haven’t gotten the chance to fully watch a practice game yet… not until a freezing winter afternoon.

there you were, at the front of the bleachers, with the best view you’ve gotten of any game so far! although cold and shivering, it’s fun to sit with you friends and watch them practice! although your eyes often stray to trey, it’s not like you’re not watching the other members of the team! you’ve talked to deuce before, he’s pretty nice! you wave at him sheepishly while rubbing your shoulders, trying to keep yourself warm.

trey clover is really nice as the rumours say. he’s been watching you the entire time, seeing you shivering, with rosy cheeks and a flushed expression, giggling and laughing with your friends. you’re like a lost puppy! something tugged at his heart in worry, you’re obviously cold.

during break, the other girls watched in envy as trey himself comes up to you and offers you his own scarf! wow! you and your friends silently cheer at the offer. trey couldn’t help but smile. how could the oh-so lovely trey clover not? he loves taking care of his classmates! whether they’re friends or not.

he waves it off, saying you can return it to him tomorrow. you smile at him, and clutch onto the scarf in gratefulness. trey is really a great guy! perhaps you have a chance at becoming friends with him…?

the next day, you bravely march towards trey, only to immediately turn back after seeing him surrounded by a bunch of people. uh oh. maybe you’d return the scarf to him another time. there’s too many people and you were afraid that you’ll get overwhelmed from the staring eyes.

the same thing happened the day after. then the day after that. this goes on for a month or so, until you and him get partnered for a project.

trey was confused the entire time. he’s seen you approach him and then promptly walk away. he though it was cute, but he didn’t understand why you couldn’t just give it to him.

you explained how you got nervous, seeing him surrounded by so many people, and finally gave him the scarf back on a quiet afternoon at the library, mid-science project. he chuckled and heartily accepted this. hence you made a new friend!

trey never seemed to be aware that he’s often surrounded by many people at almost all times. now that you (lowkey) knocked him into reality, he often found himself suddenly alone. trey liked his friends, as well as his alone time. but maybe he was too alone at the moment because he slowly seemed to be attaching himself to you. you were so much more comfortable, definitely less overwhelming compared to being surrounded by so much people. he’s starting to enjoy your company now.

you, however, seemed to be confused as to why he’s suddenly following you. it’s trey clover we’re talking about! the school’s prince charming…!!!

when you asked him, he simply said it was a nice change of pace. what does that even mean??? does he perhaps…? no!! there’s no way!!! you shake your head, panic-stricken. stop being delusional!!!

one crisp morning, trey found you with bandages all over your fingers. are you okay??? what happened??? did you get in a fight??? did you study too hard???

you shake your head, flustered. “it’s not a big deal” you say, smiling. “just some accidents in the kitchen. it’s well taken care of.”

trey sighs. maybe he should start helping you in the kitchen… I mean, he considers himself a pretty decent cook… and he hasn’t baked a sweet treat for you yet!

a while later, as trey started getting gifts from all kinds of people did he start connecting the dots. that’s right… today’s valentine’s day! you probably injured yourself trying to making something for the guy you wanted to confess to. he chuckled. you should’ve just asked him and he would’ve helped you no problem! maybe you just felt shy to ask because he was also a guy…

he tried looking for you, wanting to ask about who this special someone is, only to find you to be nowhere. huh. that’s odd. you were at school this morning… right?!

confused, dazed and guilty about rejecting all those girls today, he opened to his shoe locker to find a cute bag with a bow on it fall to the ground.

he only receives outright confession, never quiet, secret ones like this. this is almost like…

his eyes widen and his ears flush red as he reads your confession letter. oh. he thinks. oh dear.

taking a bite out of your heart shaped cookie, he feels a cavity already forming. it’s too sweet! but no matter, he’ll throughly brush his teeth when he gets home… the only thing on his mind walking home is finishing your (kinda failure?) baked goods and wondering how he should tell you he feels the same way… maybe baking you something too?

cater diamond [social media pretty boy]

selfie, after selfie, after selfie… you mindlessly scroll on cater diamond’s magicam. he’s so photogenic it’s insane. the light always seems to hit the right angle, his eyes are gleaming and childlike… he’s smiling… so handsome.

your finger has hovered over the ‘message’ button on his profile many times, but you sigh to yourself. he probably gets hundreds of dms a day. you’re probably just another number to his follower count. also, hitting someone up online? that’s super unromantic.

you’ve seen cater at school a bunch of times. he’s always taking pictures or flirting with some girl who’s ten times more prettier than you. you have no chance at all! the local celebrity has no time for the likes of you!!!

he’s fun, he’s loud, he’s eccentric… he’s so interesting! you would love to get to know this side of him. little did you know…

you were shuffling through books in the school library during lunch. you forgot to do an assignment and had to hurry before your next class… only to find cater diamond, slumped in a corner, asleep!

it just so happens that the book you wanted was right beside him. as you try to slowly pull the book out, he wakes up. oh no.

he stares at you, wide eyed, before dazing out and leaning his head back. you slowly sat beside him and flipped through the pages, eating your lunch and finishing up your assignment. it was well needed peace and quiet for cater.

that night, you opened your phone to find a pleasant surprise.

cater diamond started following you.

you’ve find to notice a pattern. during lunch, cater could always be at the library, slumped and dazed. no one comes here during lunchtime, except for students who could care less about the mini-celebrity cater diamond. you always assumed he went out to buy food with his friends during lunchtime. guess not.

every now and then, you say beside him silently, eating your lunch and scrolling on your phone. sometimes, he’d strike up a conversation about the latest student gossip, or an assignment he didn’t quite fully understand. but most of the time, it was just comfortable silence.

those ‘every now and then’ turned to everyday. you’d rarely hang outside of lunchtime, due to both of you being caught up in your own social lives, but it was nice nonetheless.

“isn’t it weird?” cater asks one day.

you lift your head up from your phone. “weird what?”

“you’ve see. my social media posts. isn’t it weird that I’m so antisocial here? we rarely even talk.”

you shrug. “I don’t mind. I think you’re great either way.”

cater turned his head towards you. “really? you think I’m great?”

“I’d love to know the fun, wild cater, but I also love the quiet, peaceful cater too.”

“you love it?”

“I love it.”

“well… I love you.”

leona kingscholar [politician’s son]

you couldn’t understand how you could hate someone so much without knowing them all that well, but you did.

leona kingscholar, the snobby rich kid.

you’ve seen his name when grades are posted. and it’s at the very bottom. he sleeps in class (plus, he sits right next to you! how annoying, he snores.) and is rude to almost everybody.

to your horror, he has fans.

you’ve seen parades of girls chase after him during valentines, love letters pile up in his desk, people asking you to send him love confessions on behalf of them. of course, you’re too kind to say no, and deliver the message anyway, only to be rudely scoffed at when you tell them that leona brushed it off.

you, however, manage to keep an outstanding vibe to yourself. you manage to keep good grades, be nice to everyone, have interesting hobbies and talents… you’re a pretty all-round person (as you say)

because of your good impression and responsibility you’ve shown and given to your teachers did they ask you to do some extra credit stuff. to your pleasure, you agreed. except you dropped your books when you found out that the extra credit thing is tutoring leona kingscholar.

“I’m so glad that you’re able to do this. I’m very worried about dear leona, especially considering his home life. I hope you can take good care of him.”

you smile meekly. of course teacher! what couldn’t you do? the easy going, impressionable student!

your ears did pique interested when your teacher mentioned his home life… but what’s that to you anyway? you lost interest quickly.

the clock was ticking and the workbooks between you and leona was pristine and untouched. the desk that separated you two was the only thing that seemed to prevent you from mauling him on the spot.

his hair looked well-kept and clean. his clothes neat and tidy, his bone structure… you shook your head. well, obviously he is handsome. how else does he have all those girls tailing him despite his hideous personality? you friends were excited to see how this ‘date’ (you rolled your eyes) would go. I mean, it is leona kingscholar after all.

although you call him the snobby rich kid, was is the president’s son. or well, used to be. his father stepped down from presidency and leona’s brother, falena, recently won the election from charisma alone.

when you watched him on tv, you scoffed. the kingscholar handsome genes seemed to be going strong, that’s probably what helped falena earn his spot because he is in no way a good politician. falena’s promises hasn’t been met yet, his main concerns benefited the rich (classic classism— no pun intended) and he laughed heartily at almost anything. It made him look pathetic.

as you eyed leona dozing off, you laughed to yourself. at least he’s not president, you thought.

you flicked his forehead. you watched leona flinch and frown. he had this boyish charm to him that made you wanna laugh at everything he does. you chuckled when he glared at you.

“what?” he hissed. meow.

“what do you want to start off with?” you spun the pencil in between your fingers.

leona rubbed his forehead and shuffled through his books and pulled out a math book. “yeah. this one.”

“how much do you want?” leona asked.

“what?”

“money. for you to do the work for me.”

“I don’t want money. I want honest work.”

“everyone wants money.”

“put your wallet away.”

leona stated at you, dumbstruck, and put his wallet away as you instructed.

“ugh snobby rich kids and their money.” you whispered loud enough for him to hear.

“herbivore.”

what kind of insult is that?!

days went by like this. arguing, no work done, leaving frustrated. you still refused to accept money. that would put weight on your conscience. you simply couldn’t.

one day, you started stuffing your face with your lunch that you didn’t have time to eat during school.

leona eyed your food. “lunch? after school? it’s almost 4pm.”

“augh. I know. I don’t feel like eating that much but that means I have to have this again for lunch tomorrow.”

leona took your lunch box and started picking food out and throwing it into his mouth.

“hey!”

“what? you said you don’t feel like eating.”

you calmed back down and watched him eat. “are you sure you’re okay with eating that? I don’t wanna displease mr. money’s food palatte.”

leona shrugged. “I don’t eat much at home.”

oh?

“why?” you asked

“dad’s busy with our dear president. their politic discussion is so annoying. I don’t feel like eating with them.”

you scoffed. “politics? are you sure? whatever I’m hearing from falena sounds like a bunch of bullcrap and rich-guy charisma.”

you hadn’t had the chance to realize what you had said when leona let out a laugh. “I know, right? sick of shit presidents. my dad won’t even listen to me.”

“‘oh your brother’s older, he knows better’” leona said in a mocking tone. “I dunno why he’s always on the birthing order crap.” leona handed you back your empty lunchbox. “you’re not a bad cook.”

you stared at him. you’ve never seen him talk this much in one go. leona seemed to have noticed it himself and coughed.

the next few days went by, a bit more awkward than usual. it was mostly you and him in silence. the arguing seemed to have died down.

since you couldn’t get him to do any work, you decided to catch up on your own.

to your pleasant surprise, leona was helping you! whenever he saw you were stuck on a math question, or a science formula, or any of the sort, he’d watch and explain it to you. you swore he has the lowest grades in the school. how does he know more than you?

leona shrugged. “I can do things if I put my mind to it.”

you slammed your hand on your desk. smiling in thought. as of late, you and leona started getting along better. his smarts made you grow some sort of respect for him.

“if you at least pass all your exams this term, I’ll do anything you ask.”

leona raised an eyebrow. “what?”

“well, you can do all of this right? all you need is a motivator.” you smiled. “we’ve been bantering back and forth this entire time. don’t you want me to stop calling you spoiled? please agree to to this. I really, really want this credit.”

leona pretended to be in thought before nodding. “yeah whatever.”

inner hooray!

weeks went by. leona seemed to have actually started doing his work, handing in assignments, raising his grade…

until he carefully placed multiple tests in front of you with a bright red 100 on the top of each and every one.

“I told you I could do it if I put my mind to it.”

you patted yourself. “I finally trained the animal.”

he ruffled your hair.

the next day, you were getting ready for another afterschool session with leona when your teacher came up to you.

“leona’s grades has been doing so well. I’m glad you were able to put him on track. I added the extra credit on your record. you deserve a break, you can stop tutoring him now.”

oh… right. all of this had to come to a stop eventually.

you went home earlier that day, and suddenly found yourself with so much more free time.

the next few days went by, with no leona in sight. the distaste you usually had for him seemed to wither away… you kind of considered each other as friends. would it be too mushy to say you missed him?

one warm afternoon, at the end of school, you were heading to grab your shoes and leave when a familiar voice called out your name.

leona.

“oh… hi!” you smiled at him. you really, truly didn’t hate him anymore. all of that seemed to be so far ago.

leona spoke in a gruff. “hey… so….”

you knew leona was handsome, no doubt about it. but was he always this oddly attractive? his eyebrows were dark and moody, his eyes (they’re green! you never noticed) glimmered under the sunshine spilling from the windows. he looked to the side, shuffling awkwardly, his hands in his pockets. leona is a confident man. you never saw him so tensed up before.

“you said… if I pass this term you’ll do you anything you want from me, right?”

oh, right. you kinda wished he forgot about that. guess not. better prepare yourself to be his servant, or something. (for some reason, you didn’t seem to mind)

“yeah… I did say that. so. what do you want?”

“I want you to go out with me.”

rook hunt [the competitive dramatics]

is this possible to dislike someone who doesn’t even know you exist?

rook hunt, the king of drama, would be seen whistling tunes from the latest musical he watched, looking over play scripts and performing random acts in the middle of the school hallway. get out! he’s so annoying.

what’s worse is that although he seems to be carefree and going with the flow, he always seems to be topping you at everything. got a 99 on a quiz? would you look at that, rook got a 100. learning a new language? rook speaks french! auditioning for lead role? rook already got the spot!

even hearing his name makes you fume in the ears. rook hunt is overall well-liked, he probably isn’t even aware of your secret competition with him.

finally… finally!!! you look up at the cast of your school’s new upcoming play. you got the lead! and… rook got the second lead…

he’s playing romeo… in romeo and juliet… and you’re… juliet… oh!

you roll your fists. it’s fine. it’s fine. it’s fine. you’ll manage. you worked hard for this. you’ll manage.

first day of practice, rook prances in speaking french. romeo and juliet takes place in italy you idiot!

“bonjour, roi de la jalousie!”

you roll your eyes, showing your displeasure. “hello, rook.”

the first few playthroughs went as perfect as it could be. most of romeo and juliet is just romeo losing his mind over a 14 year old girl, so it wasn’t like you and him had to be intimate. yet.

“okay. in act 2, romeo and juliet kiss at the party. preferably, I’d prefer to re-enact a real kiss. but if you guys are uncomfortable, we could—”

“oh, non! I could not! to make a play so touching and real, it is important that we kiss! but if our dear roi de la jalouise is uncomfortable…”

not wanting to back down against rook you shake your head. “no, no! that’s fine! we can kiss!”

you left that day mortified. you didn’t even have your first kiss yet. what is wrong with you?!

the day came to rehearse the kiss. you chugged your bottle of water and marched on stage.

you said your lines carefully, avoiding eye contact with him. the rival you made up in your delusions, a little rook with devil horns and a tail, was somehow (in reality) much taller, prettier and kind of intimidating to look at now. you felt awfully shy.

as his face leaned against yours, he only looked at you gleefully once you finally made eye contact. both of your lips were close, but he didn’t kiss you. huh?

once it was break time, you sat down at the edge of the stage dumbfounded. everyone else left backstage for pizza, so it was just you in an echoey theatre.

that was until rook came in and sat beside you, holding two paper plates of pizza. he handed one to you.

“you don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to.” rook said, smiling. he was unusually calm.

“n-no! I want to!” you replied too hastily. you truly didn’t seem to hate him at this moment. you only felt flustered.

“I know you are competitive. especially with me. even though your fierceness is truly beautiful, I do not advise you to do something you are not comfortable with.”

oh. you look at him. “you noticed? haha….” suddenly, all that competitive spirit you had felt childish.

“well of course! It’s what drew me to you. it’s especially why I auditioned for romeo, even though i was more interested in mercutio.”

you felt yourself turning red. he auditioned for romeo for you? just for you?

“well… i already told the director I’m okay with the kiss… it’s a little too embarrassing to take it back now.”

“well… perhaps if we practiced together, you’d feel more comfortable, mon amour?”

you laugh. “you keep calling me french names. what does this one mean?

rook gently kissed the space between your eyebrows. “my love.”

(ps: roi de la jalouise means king of jealousy!)

vil schoenheit [international star]

vil schoenheit is a celebrity. a big, all-time, internet sensation kind of celebrity.

a model, an actor, an influencer… he’s everything!

he’s gorgeous, lovely, not like those other celebrities who are horrible in real like and kind only on the internet.

you feel blessed to know that someone as famous as him is going to the same school as you.

vil is popular, undeniably so. everywhere you go, you see him greeting people of all kinds, receiving gifts and panicking after making a girl faint from his magnificence alone.

oddly though, he’s often by himself. like he has no friends. you tilt your head in confusion. someone like him must have hundreds of friends, right? maybe he considers the entire student body as his friends! does that mean you’re his friend too?

you pinched your cheeks. there’s no way someone like him would notice you! no matter how generous he is, you understood it’s difficult to get alone with everyone.

on one fateful morning, you ran into your classroom to grab your forgotten gym clothes when you pause right before opening the door, hearing frustrated mumbling.

“these stupid fans and their stupid demands”

you peered in through the door window and saw vil schoenheit retouching his makeup, frowning.

there was an awful churn in your stomach. for some reason, you felt like you shouldn’t enter the classroom. but between making it to phys ed in time and have a good first impression on a big-time celebrity, you chose to enter the classroom. it’s not a big deal anyway, it’s not like you and him even talk all that much.

you opened the door to see vil turn his head, almost like an owl as you quickly crab walked to your desk and grabbed your clothes before running off.

like expected, you didn’t see vil at all after that event. although he didn’t seem as lovely as you expected, it didn’t really turn your view of him upside down either. you’re weren’t a big fan of him anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal at all.

until one day, he cornered you.

“did you tell anyone?”

“tell what?”

“what you saw.”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “it was one slip up. it’s not a big deal.”

vil glared at you. obviously, you didn’t understand the severity of the situation. if he, vil, a high-end celebrity, screwed even the slightest, it would massively deter his career.

“okay, fine. but I don’t want you to tell anyone about this going forward. if you want an autograph or something, I’ll do it but—”

you shook your hands. “It’s fine. you don’t have to.”

vil raised his eyebrow. you don’t want anything from him? you’re not blackmailing him? everyone always wants something out of him. but he shouldn’t push things further.

he sighed. “alright. but give me your contact information. I’d rather keep track of you instead of worrying.”

your eyes glistened at the bright new vil schoenheit in your contacts.

it was just like that. you had an untouched number on your phone. having someone so famous like him giving his number seemed enough. since there was no other reason for you guys to talk, you guys barely interacted after that (although you’ve felt like a pair of eyes was watching you more often than not)

you didn't expect to run into vil again, so it was a surprise to see vil working in an empty classroom afterschool.

"stupid sports festival..." vil mumbled to himself before his eyes locked with yours.

his eyes were an enchanting colour. something tugged at your heart when you saw a close glimpse of his eyes. lavender. sharp, pristine eyes, long lashes... vil had a sort of maturity to him.

feeling yourself turning red, you blinked a few times before greeting him.

apparently, the ever-so-kindhearted vil has volunteered to work on the upcoming sports festival's banner. no one else wanted to spend their free time doing it, and vil freely told you that he felt pressured about his image because he wasn't saying anything. reluctantly he offered and now here he was.

your tilted your head. vil was just simply expressing what he truly felt about something to you. what happened to the hesitant, suspicious vil that you met all those months ago? does he trust you or something? but you guys barely even talk properly!

unfortunately for vil, you had offered to work on the banner weeks ago. however, only a few of the sports festival committee knew. the rest did not, including vil. (you weren't even aware vil was apart of it)

"well an extra hand couldn't be bad!" you say happily, clasping your hands. "would you consider your a creative person?"

a few weeks went by, planning, discussing ideas and purchasing materials. (you mostly go alone because you had to learn the hard way that vil gets recognized quite easily, even with a tight disguise)

soon, you and vil slowly started going home together. vil lives close by, saying it's better than riding some fancy car and attracting even more attention. your school's neighbourhood was quite rich so when you first passed his house, your jaw dropped. wow! it's so big!

eventually, the banner making, the sports festival planning and discussing came to an end. your impression of vil made you assume that both you and him would be going on your own paths.

"where are you going?" vil said, as you were already walking out the door.

"...home?"

"I thought we went together?"

maybe you were wrong!

everyone used to whisper about vil schoenheit. the kindhearted, friendly student at school. the mega-huge celebrity, the popular boy who always kept a distance with others.

now, everyone whispers about vil schoenheit, the kindhearted, friendly student at school. the mega-huge celebrity, the popular boy and his best friend, you. attached at the hip. are they dating?

you're surprised at vil's ability to keep you hidden from paparazzi. he was worried that rumours would rise, especially since he started inviting you over to his place. everytime pictures of him would surface the internet, you were never mentioned... luckily.

you sat down in front of him, eyes closed. vil has been getting loads of skincare PR as of late, and he's been trying the products on you, worried it would break him out. he had a shoot coming up soon.

"I haven't read my script yet and I have to leave the city in a week. could you believe the amount of procrastination I've been doing?" vil scoffs at himself.

"you didn't tell me you're leaving."

"don't worry. it's for only two weeks. I'd be back in a blink of an eye."

you huffed. "I'm gonna miss you, vil."

vil's ears flushed. but your eyes were shut closed.

"I'm gonna miss you too, I guess."

vil was wrong. after he left, time seemed to have gone slower. you were so used to spending so much of your time with him, you felt like you forgot how to hang out with other people.

you bought sweet treats with your friends, went to photobooths and stressed out about assignments and tests, but vil was at the back of your mind at all time.

"I'm coming to the airport tomorrow." vil said over the phone.

"I'll come and see you!"

"don't. too many people are gonna be there."

vil smiled at the other end of the call. he knew you'd do it anyway.

...and he was right! there you were, waiting in a crowd of a bunch of people. you were worried that he wouldn't see you.

it was fine. you knew how worked up he got about his personal and work life mixing. maybe it wasn't a good idea to see your best friend in a field of paparazzi.

well, it was too late. cameras started flashing and people started screaming a familiar name.

you tried to squeeze to the front of the crowd as best as you could, but to a point you had to stop and depend on your toes and only hope he could see you.

as a blonde boy with a mask on entered the scene, you saw him turn his head around, looking for something, until his eyes met yours.

you've always thought those eyes had a mature, elegant feel. but for some reason, this time, his eyes felt full and boyish, emotional.

you popped out from the back to see that vil has already found you, giving you a tight hug.

"vil! vil! there's paparazzi here!'

your face was squished against his chest, but you could still see and feel the pictures flashing.

"aren't you worried about, you know, those rumours surfacing?"

vil shook his head, smiling. "no, not really. not when I want them to be true."

idia shroud [gamers can actually look good?!]

you: HIII can u plz carry me in val im dying uwu

gloomurai: alright what the flip.

you: be my pocket sage kitten

gloomurai: ok fine wait for me

you stare at the chatroom between you and your online friend, gloomurai. you've been talking to the guy for a while now, and he seems to be overpowered in every game, carrying you in all your favourites nonstop. does this guy even have a life? you laugh, as you stretch your back.

it was winter break, and your house's heater was broken. while it was getting fixed, you've been spending your days in your favourite gaming cafe, in the warm heat of the pc and the warm computer screen.

you: bro im in this gaming cafe and this guy beside me wont stop mumbling i think im going insane

gloomurai: lmao im in a gaming cafe too

you: what??? rlly?? omg which one r u at

gloomurai: ignihyde cafe lols

you: WTF ME TOO???

gloomurai: HUH

you: WHICH SECTION R U IN

gloomurai: im in section 3A

you: OH MY GOD

gloomurai: what??

you: IM IN 4A

you slowly turn you head to the guy who was mumbling beside you the entire time, him doing the same. you peeked your eyes to his computer screen to have your chatroom open.

is that... your classmate... idia shroud????

you've heard about the guy. he's shy, gloomy (no pun intended) and quite repulsive to approach. of course, you've heard a number of girls talking about how hot and tall he is, how much they loveeeee loser boys.

but his attractiveness was not what caught your attention. your online friend for over a year was your CLASSMATE??? a guy you barely even talked to??? hello?? is anybody hearing this???

you suddenly felt silly for calling him your pocket sage.

that night, your phone was open to his chatroom. idia immediately stood up and left the moment you guys met eyes, so you didn't get a chance to talk to him properly.

he clearly had the green online status on his profile, but he wasn't messaging you at all like he usually was. I mean, he's someone you apparently know in real life, so there's no harm in striking up a conversation, right?

you: soooooo

you: who knew that we knew each other irl? lol

you: i mean we dont rlly talk in school so um this is kinda awkward lmfao

you: we can stop being friends online if u want

you: but i won't have anyone to carry me in league :(

you sat the tiny seen beside your message. for the next five minutes, you say idia typing and then not typing. like he was going back and forth. you just waited patiently.

gloomurai: no i still wanna be friends w u

you: u sure? i mean u kinda js dipped lolsies

gloomurai: yeah i know n im sorry i kinda panicked omfg

gloomurai: i never thought you'd be into videos and stuff thats kinda cool

you: huh?? you didn't think that?? have you not seen my anime keychains and video game characters on my phone wallpaper??

gloomurai: no i did but i thought u didnt know what they were....

you laughed, and spent the rest of the night texting him.

your heater was fixed at that point, and had no reason to go back to the gaming cafe (your mom reprimanded you for spending your entire break playing video games) so you didn't see idia until the start of the new semester.

he was still always that shy kid you knew at school, so you approached him first.

"hey idia!"

he looked up from the video game on his phone, eyes widening at the sight of you.

"u-uhm... hi."

"so! how was your winter break?"

you sat beside him, making yourself comfortable. idia tensed up but he seemed okay with it.

"I mostly played video games... like usual."

"haha, I've always thought how weird it was that you were overpowered in so many games! I mean, I've been playing just league for a solid while now and you're just so much stronger than me! in other games too! how do you put so much time into videos games?"

you've seen idia's name often at the top of exam grades when they were posted, you thought all he did was study. now your impression of him changed.

as time went on, idia seemed to have calmed down around you. he wasn't as shy anymore and started talking to you normally like how he'd be online.

when you and him were just internet friends, he refused to voice call. now, he would call and play games with you after school.

he started tailing you everywhere at school, so you even introduced him to your friends and told the funny story of how you and him first met on a game. idia seemed to get along with them as well (you've managed to garner a small group of game nerds, idia fit in smoothly)

idia was indeed tall, despite his posture (imagine how tall he would be if his back was straight) and had bright blue hair, like fire. he often reminded you of a dating game love interest, the loser, gamer boyfriends in video games. when you told him, his cheeks flushed so red that you swore even the colour of his hair changed too.

he was also handsome too, you concluded. you already knew this, but having a closer look at your face really did make you confirm it. the family genetics seemed to be going strong because when you came over to his place one time, you met his younger brother ortho, and was just as cute and pretty and handsome! (you kinda wanted to adopt him what the freak!)

for his birthday, you gifted him a pair of cute kitty hair pins. you knew he liked cats, and you also thought his hair covered his pretty face too much. you thought maybe it was too cutesy for someone like him, but surprisingly, he wore it no problem! whenever you two sunk into the couch to play games, idia would pin his bangs back to focus. hair strands fell to the front of his forehead and you often wanted to push them back and kiss it... WHAT! what are you thinking!!! he doesn't like you that way, wake up and stop being delusional!!!

your feelings for him seemed to be so one sided. he's talk comfortably and casually with you, like a best friend. someone he totally wouldn't have a crush on. you've been trying to get over it (they're only brief feelings, you swear!) but everytime your skin even slightly grazes over his you started to sweat.

maybe you should just confess.

one hot summer night, you're seated beside idia on the floor, shooting down a bunch of zombies. this has been both of your guy's 17th try.

finally... yay!!! you guys managed to complete the round and you cheer in celebration.

"oh my god!! finally!!! idia you are so awesome!"

"I know." he smirks. "what would you do without me?"

you have no idea. you think.

maybe it was the heatwaves. maybe it was the whirring fan only hitting one spot on your back, not cooling you at all. maybe it was because of chewed up popsicle stick sitting in your mouth. but you felt brave.

"I like you." you say.

Idia's smile falls. he turns to look at you.

"I mean- uhm- I- uhm-" oh god. you wanted to hide in a hole right now.

the game's loading screen was playing funky music. you were sweating, from the heat or the confession? who knows.

"what would I do without you? nothing, idia. nothing. I think about you all the time. even slightly grazing shoulders make me panic. I really, truly do like you."

before he can even reply, you continue.

"and.. you treat me like a brother! your best friend! yes, we are friends, but can you treat a person like me with some interest?? I've liked you for months, idia. how did you not get a single hint?!"

you breathe in. and breathe out.

"so. I want you to make a decision. right here, right now. do you like me back? or have I been pining over nothing?"

you stare at him. his eyes are wide, confused, like a cat. you found it so, so cute. you wanted to kiss those eyes, his cheeks so red and flushed from the summer heat, you wanted to kiss his forhead, his jaw, his lips.

your faces were close. you often forget how close in proximity idia likes to be around you.

idia seemed to struggle to make eye contact with you. he looked to the side, then the other side, and then looked down.

"I'm not the only stupid one here, you know."

huh? you blink.

"I also...thought...this was...one sided..." idia's voice egst smaller and smaller. you have to frown to hear him.

"did you not realize why I stay so close behind you? because...uhm..." idia hesitates. "because... I like... you... too. but you were so free... and awesome and cool like that or whatever... and I thought there would be no way you'd look in my.... direction like that."

your heart thumps. the game's music seemed to blur out. the fan was whirring quietly, the grasshoppers buzz outside the open window.

you heard idia's breathing, you saw his eyes spilling the colour of amber. you licked your lips.

the light of the game screen was blocked from your sight as you closed your eyes and felt idia's warmth near your face.

lilia vanrouge [delusional chef]

cooking was something that was special in your heart. it was safe to say that you were utterly disappointed that no one was interested in your cooking club.

the only members were you and your senior, lilia vanrouge.

soon, however, you came to realize why no one wanted to join your club. lilia's cooking was a hideous!

apparently, he was infamous for bringing in the nastiest stench of a lunch to school. for some reason, you were the only person who didn't know! after finding out that lilia joined the cooking club, no one else wanted to join.

you sighed. you needed at least 4 members to be officially registered as a school club.

with lilia's help, both you and him went around promoting and encouraging your club, as well as spending your days cooking.

most of the time, it was just you trying to prevent lilia from doing something ridiculous. there should have been no reason for you to try to convince lilia to not put three pounds of sugar in stew.

salty food tastes sweet, sweet food tastes salty, food in general started to taste gross...

you were exhausted. but for some reason, having the time of your life!

lilia vanrouge was a year older than you, so there was no reason for you to really talk to him. but every time you saw him in the hallways, you always thought he looked so cool with his dark hair striped with vibrant pink and his cute and mischievous vibe! you were glad to be able to finally get to know him, even though he is graduating this year.

you were close to giving up. you were almost at the month mark and no one wanted to join. lilia patted your pack gently as you sniffed.

"it's okay... the school year is ending soon anyway. you can always try next year! obviously I won't be here to help you, but you could still give it a shot."

you smiled at him. of course it was gonna work next year, by that time, lilia would've long gone off and people would actually be interested. it be your senior year next year last well, so you knew you'll have to give it another shot.

so when the end of the month approach, you heartily accepted your denied club application. it was fine! you'll try next year!

it wasn't like home ec. didn't exist. there, you'd cook and have fun.

you kind of missed lilia and hanging out with him, so you started approaching him with new dishes you've made.

"oh! how lovely! it seems that your skills have approved ever since I helped you with cooking! my, my, I must be a chef master of sorts..."

you were nailed in the heart because of the ego hit, but you laughed nonetheless. you thought lilia was silly, fun and interesting. hanging out with him was never boring, and if there was an excuse to hang out with him again, you totally took it.

once you started bringing your dishes, lilia started bringing his own to you. it's like he wanted you dead. they tasted awful. but one bite after another, you smiled meekly as you forced yourself to eat. "it's delicious!" you'd say enthusiastically, as if you didn't just risk burning your stomach out.

lilia would smile, pleased. "wonderful, wonderful!" he'd always say, clasping his hands together.

you would always make extra food when you cooked. lilia was always in your mind when in the kitchen.

so when the last day of school slowly approached, you baked a bunch of cookies to give out to some of your senior friends, lilia included (don't tell anyone-- but lilia's bag had the most and best batch of cookies)

you sheepishly gave it to lilia on the last day. your dear lilia-senpai was graduating, someone who brought a little excitement to your life.

"thank you so much for taking care of me this year. I hope you have a good life outside of highschool!"

when lilia saw your gift, he started to laugh. "what a coincidence! I made some for you too."

he took out a bag of chocolates, storebought.

"I know you don't like my food all that much, so I decided I'd buy food instead. thanks for dealing with my cooking all year, haha."

you took a bite out of your chocolate. it melted in your mouth and the sweetness exploded. you hoped your cookies would taste just as good.

suddenly, lilia stretched out his hand and gently placed his thumb on the corner of your lips.

"you got something there" he said, as he wiped a chocolate mark. without breaking eye contact, he licked it off his own thumb.

"have a great summer."

malleus draconia [shielded rich kid]

unrequited love is so embarrassing. especially if that other person doesn't even know you.

you've been head over heels for malleus draconis for 3 months. all you think about is him. all you want to see is him. but he doesn't even know you.

it was one fateful day, when he picked up your dropped pencil case for you, when you saw his soft smile and emerald eyes. his porcelain skin and his long, elegant nails. you decided from that day on, you were madly in love with him.

so, you've done what any normal person would do and deep dived everything you could find about him

malleus draconia, 3rd year, son of a successful entrepreneur, under draconia co. he likes reading, gargoyles and ice cream, he's good at instruments like the cello and violin... he's been seen exploring ruins... you're not a creep! you swear!

you have this vision in your head where malleus is a prince charming who saves you from the evil villain who wants to sell you for money.

one day, when you were going to school on a crisp morning, someone sat beside you, waiting for the bus.

the guy was unusually tall, so you turned to see malleus draconia standing before you.

"oh hello! I remember you, are you heading to school as well?"

panicked, flustered and nervous, you frantically nodded.

"I've decided I wanted to take the bus today, but I'm sure how I want to approach it. could you help me? ^_^"

"uhm.. o-okay!"

nearly shaking, you sat beside malleus on the way to school.

why was he even taking the bus anyway? wasn't he like, filthy rich?

you friends congratulated you on finally talking to the guy you like when you arrived. you laughed and said that's probably the only time you'll ever talk to him.

however, the next day, malleus was beside you once again.

"good morning!"

you only mustered to say a hello.

"I really enjoyed the bus ride yesterday. Do you also take the bus. to go home?"

you nodded.

"well, I was wondering if you and I could go home on the bus after school? I have some to understand you have to go to a different station to go back? I tried to find it yesterday, but it was just too difficult."

you nodded, again. you could not seem to talk, nervous.

that day, your friends pushed up towards him and left you alone, saying you finally have a shot of getting to know him.

this became a pattern.

every morning you'd take the bus with him to school. once it ended, you and malleus took the bus home together. you weren't sure exactly where he lived, but it was enough to know that he probably lived close by. probably the wealthy neighbourhood you've passed by multiple times.

in your mind, malleus. is perfect, elegant and charming.

in reality, malleus is a sheltered, clumsy and curious boy who really liked taking the bus to and from school.

you started to relax near him too. obviously, you're still nervous and shy, but knowing that malleus isn't a higher being like you made up in your mind, and just a rich kid who has hobbies and interests like any other, you felt a little calmer each day.

"have you done anything other than take the bus?" you asked.

"no, except going on business class on flights."

you laughed. "I was thinking..." you breathed in. "sotheresthisbakerythatopenedandIwaswonderingifyouwantedtogo" you spit out in one breathe.

malleus, like the impressive guy he is, caught everything you said. "well of course! I've been to many in europe, but I've never tasted any pastries here. I usually get them shipped. I'm quite curious!"

entering the bakery, malleus' eyes glimmered like a child.

he said that his family usually chose what he ate, so he really never got a choice. you saw him struggle to pick what he wanted and you offered some suggestions and even paid for it (malleus accidentally gave two hundred dollars for a two dollar bread, he has no concept of money)

seeing malleus act like this, your feelings for him shattered. no, not entirely. just the feelings you had for the cool, distinguished malleus you had in your head. the side of malleus he only showed to the public. instead, you fell in love with the boyish, cute and confused malleus you were seeing now. the side of malleus that he deemed you were worthy enough to see.

this year, it hadn't rained much. so you knew that if it rains, it's gonna pour, hard.

so, after school, you and malleus stood, umbrella-less in a rainstorm. buses were cancelled due to trees fallings.

"well, I could call my driver. if you tell me your address, I can definitely drop you..." malleus stopping talking as he saw you run into the rain. you didn't hear him.

"come on! I know a shortcut! if we run fast enough, we can make it back."

malleus has never met someone so free like you before.

running towards you, you grabbed his hand and pulled him forward through an unknown side of the road.

although the rainstorm was cold and wet, it felt cozy and warm now that his hand was holding onto you. malleus truly thought you were a breath of fresh air.

you started to laugh at yourself. how ridiculous. malleus, a higher class, local rich kid, was following you, someone from a lower class than him, someone not worthy of him. halfway there you realize he could've just call his driver to pick him up. you felt so silly.

"I'm sorry to drag you into the mess" you yelled amongst the splashes of the rain hitting the ground.

when malleus saw you smile and laughing as you apologized for something so silly, he suddenly could imagine an entire future with you and him together.

[lilywastaken]

⇝ oral headcanons !

Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, König, Valeria, Rodolfo & Alejandro x AFAB!Reader .

SUMMARY: Oral sex hcs !

WARNINGS: AFAB!Reader ,NSFW, oral sex, pussy slapping, edging, overstimulation, tying up, cock worship (kinda? maybe?)

A/N: Please enjoy these while i work on chap 5 of ménage!! Please leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed it, it helps a lot!!

MASTERLIST.

Also on ao3!

GHOST 

GIVING — Ghost is a chronic pussy eater. It’s a skill he’s picked up along the years that he’s trained just like any other, managing to get any woman to her peak in a mere matter of minutes, very much enjoying the gaspy breaths and the strings of praises that fall out of their mouths as soon as he pulls back. 

But of course, every person has different wants and needs, so it’s up to him to learn in a span of minutes what his sexual partner craves, until he enters a relationship with you. He is over the goddamn moon when you finally let him go down on you after a few months of dating (you were making sure he was comfortable with the idea of sleeping with you, he was tugging one out at the simple sight of you in your underwear), overjoyed that he gets to now bury his head between your thighs for as long as he wants and for as long as you can go on for, learning every single thing that makes you whine and moan for more. 

He might be a bit rough or forceful at first, nails digging into your thighs every time they threaten to close or tremble, tongue flicking aggressively against your clit just to see your back arch and your breasts bounce, nibbles at the sensitive part of the inside of your thighs to leave his claim, fingers roughly pistoning in and out of you to hit your g-spot every time with his mouth sucking at your now-sore clit; he just can’t help it.

Maybe it’s some kind of kink for him, the fact that you’re so exposed and vulnerable beneath him, how you’re so easy to move around when you fall to his touches, how he’s so much stronger and bigger compared to you, he doesn’t really care. You’re so perfect beneath him, crying out for more and begging him to never stop, and he knows that if it were possible, he wouldn’t. 

And it’s amazing to you how quickly he picks up on your likes, not needing the quiet reassurance anymore that he’s doing okay, that you like it, now immediately knowing what you want without even asking, and instead of the embarrassing encourages, loud whorish moans leave your lips, he’s just that good. 

Leaves you very shaky and puffy down there, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips whenever he pulls back to see your release coating your pretty pussy, the whole bottom of his face sharing the same sheen. 

RECEIVING — Although not as much as eating you out, Ghost really enjoys blowjobs, just like any other man. It feeds into whatever kink he’s not too bothered in finding out about, the mere sight of you on our knees pawing at his growing erection enough to make him bust right then and there. 

You might try your best to not drool or gag when you first take him into your mouth, but Ghost couldn’t care any less, in fact, he will grab the back of your head and push you further down on his cock to see it happen, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he feels your drool coat his dick, pulling you back just to see the string of saliva and pre that connects you to the head of his cock. 

He fucking loves messy head, he’s not ashamed of it in the least. If your makeup isn’t running down your cheeks and you’re not breathing for air by the end of it, he’s not done it right, and you best know that you’re going for another round. 

Also really loves when you wear lipstick for formal occasions or when going outside, will pull you into the nearest bathroom just to get you to coat his cock in that pretty shade, staring down at the marks as if they were some kind of trophy while you worship his cock (also gets a kick out of watching you rub at your face to clean the now very smudged lipstick off).

He isn’t just satisfied with you swallowing his load just like that, he wants to see it, prying your mouth open and ignoring your pitiful whines just to see is load covering your tongue, closing your mouth and letting it slide down your throat before pulling you up in a very fucking messy kiss. 

SOAP

GIVING — Although a gentleman when it comes to many things, Johnny is all but when it comes to burying his face in your pretty pussy. He loves the mess that comes with it, mixing in saliva (his and your own if you let him) and spitting on your clit to watch it mix in with your own juices. It’s fucking nasty to him, and he loves it. He gives you a sleazy grin every time you whine at him for doing something like that, knowing that you secretly love it thanks to the array of moans you let out once he dives back in. 

Is very not opposed to going down on you after giving you a creampie, even as you whine that he doesn’t have to do it, he doesn’t care, he likes seeing you overstimulated, especially while toying and sucking your clit with his mouth after the pounding he just gave you. 

Really likes coming back after an especially long mission to just bend you over one of the kitchen counters and eat you out from behind, hands spreading open your thighs and feeling them tremble beneath his touch giving him a rush of adrenaline to continue much like the ones on the battlefield, leaving bite marks and bruise all over your backside that he will definitely spend hours later treating and apologising for, but in the heat of the moment he couldn’t care less, only focused on getting you off as many times as humanly possible. 

Also please please please sit on this man’s face, he is such a whore for that. Doesn’t matter if you’ll crush or rid him of air, he’s a trained soldier, he’ll be fine. When you finally do, he will be ecstatic, pulling you as close as he can and sloppily making out with your pussy, growling and moaning against the sensitive skin every time you try to adjust yourself or, heaven forbid, make a move to pull yourself off, unless you tap out, he’s not stopping. Once you’ve had enough, he’ll be pawing at your thighs while you sit back on his chest as if he isn’t done, whining at you to please just give him one more, and of course, who can say no to those goddamn puppy eyes of his?

RECEIVING — Fucking loves blowies, this guy. Your mouth around his cock is one of the best feelings ever, almost like your saliva was some kind of aphrodisiac, it gets him so gone. 

Soap likes to take it slow, softly leading your head up and down his cock and letting you take as much time as you need adjusting to him, pressing kisses all over his shaft and balls, sucking on the tip of his cock, spreading his pre with your fingers or tongue, he fucking loves all of it.

He’s a huge fan of edging, so once he’s about to come, he either waits for you to pull back and switch to languid strokes or pulls you back himself, giving you both time to breathe before pushing you back down. 

Although it’s mostly slow and tame compared to many other aspects of sex with him, he enjoys pushing you down randomly to the base just to feel your throat flex around his cock, drool and cum dribbling down your mouth and tangling into his pubes. 

Another big fan of watching you swallow his cum, but instead of him having told you this directly, you learnt it on your own after a few rounds, noticing the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed while watching you swallow and clean up his cum from his cock. 

Soap’s ready to cum again as soon as you lean up to him and open up your mouth to let him watch you swallow, pressing soft kisses to your face afterwards like some type of praise and reward for your little show. 

PRICE 

GIVING — Price goes all fucking out when it comes to eating you out, I’m talking biting and sucking and running his tongue anywhere it can reach, almost like a sloppy makeout session with your cunt instead of your mouth. 

Will not stop until your cum is fully coating the bottom half of his face and soaking his beard, loves getting up after it to see your cum soaking his beard, as much as you tell him he shouldn’t like it, he’s so turned on by it, it’s almost like you’ve put some kind of claim on him.

Always teases you with the amount of experience he has, having noticed the slight twinge of disappointment in your expression after his first time eating you out (due to him having gone slower and softer than he normally would've, he didn’t want to hurt you or overwhelm you in any way), and immediately went all out the next time you spread your legs for him, leaving you a mess of tears and jumbled words as he pressed slow kisses to your sore clit. 

Unfortunately, will leave a few patches of beard burn in his wake. He does try his best to not rub his beard as frequently against the sensitive parts of your thighs, but he just cant help how quickly he gives in to your cunt and forgets all about it.

Also a fucking beast after coming off a mission, he will not have even said hello to you before he’s already pressing your body into the sofa and shoving his face into your wet cunt, taking out all of his furstrations on your sore pussy and preening with the constant praises and moans you feed him with, already knowing how much he needs this after one of his stressful missions. 

RECEIVING — A very lazy receiver, loves just relaxing into his seat and letting you work for it, occasionally helping you with taking him fully down your throat or with the pace whenever he decides it’s too fast or slow for his liking, will probably have a cigar hanging loosely from his lips or a glass of some expensive bourbon in his hand while he watches you get him off, almost like he’s watching a football game and not his lover drool all over his cock. 

Will sometimes buck his hips up from their spot when he’s nearing his release, but that’s all the help you’ll get while getting him to cum, a loud and deep groan leaving his pretty lips as he finally releases down your throat. Grabs your chin and makes you open up to make sure you’ve swallowed all of his spend, although sometimes he pulls you off right before he’s about to cum and finishes inside your pussy just to see you squirm. 

Might just treat this like some type of recreational acidity, having you on your knees in his office at home while he’s doing work or making calls like you’re not sucking on his tip and kissing him all over in hopes of getting a reaction out of him that isn’t a pleased hum. 

Flicks your forehead if you graze your teeth against him on purpose just to get his attention, the ends of his moustache twitching as he clenches his jaw, and although it's not quite the reaction you wanted, being facefucked by your boyfriend instead of having him completely ignore you is better than nothing. 

GAZ

GIVING — Kyle's a romantic when it comes to eating you out. Likes spreading your legs out as far as they can go to have you on display for him, savouring you and your taste as if you were the most exquisite meal and he's just the lucky bastard who gets to savour it. 

Moans and whines as he's eating you out, both because he knows you like the vibrations from his voice and because he's also very much enjoy it, gets off at the sight of you fucked out and moaning for more, he won't lie, it gives him the biggest hard on. 

Likes eating you out from behind as well, whether it's on the bed with you on all fours or you doubled over a counter, gives him much more access from that angle and fucking loves just pressing his whole face into your slick pussy. 

Which brings me to the amount of desperation he is in for you to sit on his face. 

He just wants to be suffocated by your cunt, is that so much to ask for? 

Will spend hours with you sat on his face if you let him, arms wrapped around your plush thighs in an attempt to press you impossibly closer, moaning and whining against your clit whenever you jolt in pleasure or cry out his name. He's in so much pleasure if you decide to ride his face, I'm talking grabbing him by the hair and grinding yourself against him, he goes crazy for that shit, has and will cream himself from just that. 

Really big on pussy slapping as well. Like he’ll be in the middle of making out with your cunt in one of the most romantic ways, murmuring praises and telling you how beautiful you look fucked out for him, but as soon as your eyes threaten to close out out of exhaustion, hes pulling himself off and delivering a sharp slap to your puffy cunt, a sleazy grin on his lips as you jolt back with a mewl and let him go back to eating you out. 

RECEIVING — Gaz really loves fucking your face. Nothing gets him more riled up than pulling your head back from his cock to watch you gasp for air with cum and drool dripping down your mouth and tits, his cock is immediately growing 10x harder. 

He will get sloppy wherever he can. I'm talking about the bathroom at base, the shower, the alleyway of some pub, the car while he's driving, he's such a whore for getting caught even if you never are, he just loves the risk and how nervous you get. 

Also not opposed to some good old 69, having you sit on his face while you're trying your best to suck on his fat cock? It sounds like absolute heaven to him, especially after you're both finished and you're able to share a very messy and sloppy kiss with him, dragging both your juices all over your mouths before passing out. 

Gaz is the kind of guy to love when you lie down on the bed with your back to the mattress, head hanging on the edge so he can easily slot his cock into your waiting mouth, hand grabbing at your throat to feel the bulge he creates with every hard thrust. Will also lean over once in a while to flick at your clit or pinch one of your nipples while he's ruining your throat. Never cums in your mouth during that position, will always pull out and cum all over your face and tits while you press kisses to his balls, fingers coming down to spread his cum all over, a giddy look on his fucked out face.

KÖNIG

GIVING — König is enamoured with the fact that you're so much smaller than him, nothing gets him more flustered than the sight of his hands around your thighs, spreading them to lay his eyes upon the beautiful sight of your cunt, whines and moans leaving his mouth at the mere sight of it, one finger enough to simulate the feeling of a small dildo, making him go insane. 

He gets so frustrated when his hood can't stay in one place while he's eating you out, finally giving up and resorting to just throwing it off so you can get a better look at his pretty face and tearful eyes and tug on his hair to pull him closer into you. 

Loves starting sex with eating you out on some type of surface that isn’t the bed, just because he gets to carry you into the bedroom after you’ve come and display his strength to you (he gets so crazy whenever you acknowledge his muscles or how strong he is, please praise this man, he fucking needs it) and get you to cum a second time. 

Also, really big on overstimulation, he goes fucking feral whenever you’re beneath him sobbing and crying out of pleasure, pleasure he’s giving you, grabbing him by the hair in order to try and get him to stop so you can give some pleasure back, but he’s an unmoving force, buried between your thighs showing no signs of stopping until you brain is mush. 

RECEIVING — Good luck. 

...

No, like, seriously. Good fucking luck. 

There's no way in hell you’re taking him down to the base the first time you go down on him, not even the times following. Being able to suck König off properly is a skill to be trained, he’s just that fucking big. And poor man doesn’t even seem to realise it, sometimes being a bit forceful when you’re already struggling to reach the base, pushing you further down or bucking his hips upwards to feel you choke and gasp around it (he cries out that he’s sorry after doing it, but you know he isn’t, he wouldn’t keep doing it with that desperate look in his eyes and raspy breaths if he was). He was so nervous the first time you offered to suck him off, very shaky and whimpery as you ogle at his cock in awe, thinking that it was maybe too small for you or you weren’t expecting it to be like this- He was so confused in the following minutes as you spluttered and praised him about how big he was, about how you could barely fit the tip into your mouth, and good lord, the moment you started running your tongue over it and taking it into your mouth, he came. König is a very quick cummer when it comes to your mouth, he just can't help it. You look so pretty and hot on your knees struggling to fit him in, with those cute tears rolling down your cheeks and such sweet praises falling from your lips every time you pull back for air, he just goes braindead. He wishes he could keep it in, to not cum as quickly as he does, but the delighted face you make whenever he busts is enough to make up for the embarrassment. He is immediately hard again as soon as you show him his big load in your mouth.

VALERIA 

GIVING — Valeria’s so fucking mean when it comes to eating you out. She’ll be in the most compromising position ever between your thighs and still be spewing shit at you for trembling, for moaning pathetically, for looking so fucked out whenever you cum, for the pitiful whines you let out; nipping at your sensitive skin and biting down on your thighs as a warning whenever you try to say something snarky back or are being a brat. That being said, she loves taming a fucking brat, so don’t hesitate to do so even with the glares she gives you when you say shit back to her, she enjoys the challenge almost as much as she enjoys having you all dumb and crying under her tongue, which will always be the end goal whenever she goes down on you. 

Will and has tied you up if she can’t get you to stay still or quiet, nails digging into your thighs as she runs her expert tongue all over you every time you make even a squeak, angered eyes making eye contact with yours almost as a warning for you to keep quiet, and if you don’t abide by those simple rules, she will shove a vibrator into you at the lowest setting and fuck off, waiting for a few hours until coming back and finishing what she started, although she will not be stopping until you’re completely stupid. 

Big biter as well, has nibbled on your clit a few times just to see you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, laughing at your flustered stare before pressing a few kisses to the bundle of nerves as an apology (that she definitely does not mean).

RECEIVING — As said before, a really huge brat tamer, so she really enjoys shutting that snarky mouth of yours up by sitting on your face or just full on shoving your face into her crotch and waiting for you to get the message. Likes being almost fully clothed while being eaten out, especially if you’re in lingerie or just naked, it gives her a sense of power she cannot get anywhere else, smug look on her face while she watches you slowly get her and yourself off (depending on her mood, sometimes the small slip of your fingers moving across your own pussy will go unnoticed and others she’ll stop you and tie your hands up with her belt). 

Acts like it’s not happening, might even have a drink or watch some shitty tv show while it’s happening, only talking to you when you’re slowing down, reminding you that even if it doesn’t seem like it, se is paying attention, and you will get punished if she finds you slacking. 

Loves loves loves riding your face, having you beneath her eating her out only inflates her ego even more, especially if it’s 69, that way, she gets to feel you fall apart and gets all the pleasure she needs from your broken moans and cries while you desperately try to keep up with her rhythm, always eager to please her. 

ALEJANDRO

GIVING — Huge fucking tease. Alejandro loves edging you to a point where you’re screaming at him to please let you come, to which he always responds with a condescending pout and sweet kisses all over your face, as if you’re the one being dramatic, rolling his eyes before spreading your legs once again with a sigh before finally going back in and letting you cum (giving you a mean grin after you’ve come down from your high and hitting you with a “Wasn’t that hard now, was it, mi amor?”). Apart from the huge bursts of mean he gets while eating you out sometimes, he is mostly a really loving giver, and is always so attentive to all your needs, whether it’s an extra pillow beneath your back or the posture he’s holding your leg in is a bit uncomfortable, he’ll do his absolute damn best to make it as best he can for you. Loves paying attention to your clit, it almost seems like his tongue was made for running it all over and playing with it, he just adores the sounds you make whenever he runs it up to your little bundle of nerves. 

Another big fan of having you sit on his face. And he never explicitly asks you to do it, you always somehow just know. Maybe it’s how he’s tugging you upwards while you’re sitting on his lap or how desperate he seems to move onto his back while he's lying down eating you out, it always ends up with you grinding down onto his waiting face, a dumb smile on his lips as you pull off. 

(Also another member of the beard burn club, unfortunately.)

RECEIVING — Alejandro’s so loud when you’re going down on him, it’s almost ridiculous. You could never try and suck him off anywhere but in your rooms for that exact reason. Yeah, he’ll start off with quiet breaths and moans through clenched teeth but will always end up a mess of loud grunts and groans as he pistons his hips in and out of your mouth. 

But doing it at home is fine, I mean, who wouldn’t want to listen to this hunk of a man slowly fall apart in your mouth? He makes the pain in your throat after it so fucking worth it. 

He is in love with having his hand around your throat some way or other while you’re taking him, amazed with the small bulge that formes just from his size; or with having you sit on his chest while you suck him off, it gives him such an amazing view of how hot your ass looks and your pink pussy peeking out, it gets him so fucking hard. 

Biggest whore for cumplay, he loves seeing you covered in it, whether its from you pulling back before he cums and letting it paint your pretty chest or from letting him spread his cum all over your face from your mouth, he fucking goes feral for it. He thinks it's probably some kind of primal instinct of having you covered in him, almost like a claim of sorts over you, and he is in love with that idea. 

Alejandro cums so fucking much, by the way, if you were to try and milk him completely, you’d be there for hours, but luckily for you, after four or five rounds, he deems it enough (he knows that if you went on, you’d probably pass out).

RODOLFO 

GIVING — Rudy is a fucking god when it comes to eating you out. It's his favourite activity, he gets so so happy whenever you let him go down on you, desperate hands grabbing at your thighs and fully burying himself into your cunt, as if you were the finest food and he was a starved man, moaning with every stroke of his tongue, the mere taste of you enough to get him close to edge. He gets so worked up while doing it, grinding into the mattress below him pulling even more sounds out of him that vibrate into your core, getting himself off at the same time. Sometimes, he doesn't even need to grind or touch himself, he can't count the times he's cummed without any friction,just with you on his face or with the sight of you cumming. 

He's the sweetest when it comes to this, always giving you as much as you want and need, never teasing you or edging you, always getting to the point with beautiful words and encouraging whispers, smiling at you as he rubs your clit through your orgasm, cooing at you for looking so goddamn cute while cumming. 

Gets really pussy drunk, I'm talking having to pull him upwards because he's so doozy, holding his pretty face in your hands as you press kisses all over his face, instantly waking him up and spurring him to start another round.  

RECEIVING — He's so whiny when he's getting head, goes all fucking red as he grips whatever he can to ground him, to stop him from bucking up into your warm mouth and ending it all. Might even drool a bit during it, head lolling to a side as he watches you transfixed work on his cock. 

He's such a sweet dom through and through, especially when you're pressing kisses to his cock, he's got such a goofy smile on his lips as his hand presses against the back of your head, helping you with your pace. Might pass out if after he's finished you insist on showing him his load in his mouth, his hips buck up into the air as his cock grows hard once again, a small whine leaving his lips. 

Even though he is one of the nicer doms, he can't lie that seeing your wrists tied up behind your back while you struggle to take him without the help of your hands makes him very flustered. He adores how pathetic you look trying to deepthroat him, whimpering with every failed attempt until he succumbs to your whiny behaviour, helping you take him with coos and praises, constantly telling you how good you're being and how good he's going to fuck you once he's satisfied. 

[alwaysshallow]

how would simon act around higher!ranked reader and reader is at a military ball… with no partner?

oh god........... oh my fucking god???? BRILLIANT higher!ranked reader and ghost....oh

It's hard to not look at you.

Gaz is nudging him playfully that he's drooling; Simon has none of it, he ignores everything but you. You look like an angel – maybe that's him being charmed with your beauty, but it's something that he truly believes in. You're a dream to catch.

"Do you mind?" he asks, when he extends his arm to you; with a polite smile, you take it. His heart does a little jump, but he acts like it didn't affect him at all. He leads you through the crowd to get something to drink. "Without company?"

He wants to rip your husband apart, when he sees how you clear your throat before answering; it's his responsibility to show up, you're a colonel, and this is a ball for military and friends. The duality of this situation is funny; he's pissed at your husband, but also thankful – because of his decision, he gets to be closer to you.

"Without." you say, and the answer isn't really surprising him. You don't want to talk to anyone about your husband if it's something you don't like about him, Simon noticed. He notices everything. "But that's okay. He had things to do."

Watching the same program all over again, or banging his secretary? Simon asks himself, but doesn't say anything out loud. He just nods, and you seem to appreciate it.

It takes you a few drinks to loosen up, and he's happy to see it.

"He should treat you like a gem you are." it slips out of his lips before he knows it. Yet, it's not something he regrets; it's pure truth, and Simon Riley is known for being blunt.

You blush, and he wants to kiss you immediately. "That's a exaggeration." you whisper, touching his hand with your fingers. Calloused like his, but so delicate. You take care of your hands, he saw your balsams and such. He thinks, no, he knows he'd let you do it for him too. Take care of him.

In exchange, he'd allow himself take care of you even more.

"I assure, 's not." he lowers his tone too, giving a quick glance around; just to be safe, but no one pays attention around you two. He leans a bit closer to you, his lips close enough to your ear for you to hear every word he whispers. "I'd treat you better. Much better."

It takes all freewill to not kiss you right here, right now. All he allows himself is a little kiss next to your ear, and he straightens his back, like nothing happened.

His glistening, dark brown eyes and your red cheeks are the only evidence that something happened here.

And oh, how he wish that something else would happen.