#minor dub con

[rennorthernlights]

Breaking You In

Ghost X Reader/OC——————————————————————————————

Brief Summary: Hiding your identity as an Omega is nothing new but hiding it in an Elite Taskforce is harder than you thought.

Your callsign is Mustang due to your stubbornness and the “Fuck You” attitude that you tend to embody. You take your heat-blocking pills religiously until they don’t come in anymore.

Just what you need… The beginning of Pre-heat is starting to show and your losing your mind with how annoying the Lieutenant is being.

(There’s no description of what Mustang looks like. I just wanted to name her that.)

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MINORS DNI+18 AND UP ONLY Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Non-Con to Dub-Con, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Aggressive Behavior, Aggressive Sex, Spanking, Dom/Sub, Forced Submission, Overstimulation, Ghost Ain’t A Good Guy In This But He’s Hot, Forced Bonding, Forced Mating, Semi-Public Sex, Semi-Clothed Sex, Breeding Kink, Ghost Tryna Be A Dad And Daddy, Choking, Hands On Throat, Tell Me If I Missed Any

MINORS DNI+18 AND UP ONLY

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The world has a love for Alphas in the military, they’re stronger and aggressive, good for the firefights and the bullets. Dominant and steelier compared to the Betas. Many of the Alphas tend to hold the higher positions in the military just due to their second nature alone. Leading most of the military fields save for the Betas that manage to keep up with them. Even the elite Taskforces are no different due to them being chalk full of Alphas and a handful of Betas. Only the best of the best is needed after all.

Omegas on the other hand… now that’s a different story. Most Omegas that choose to work have more of the “Less-Stressful” jobs. At least that’s what the unspoken rule is supposed to be. Some old-fashioned Alphas and even Betas would say that a good Omega is an Omega with their legs spread for a knot and filled with pups. Made to only raise the young and be good for their better mates. Depending on who you talk to it’s practically looked down upon if an Omega has a job.

Docile. Sweet. Easy.

That is what the world expects of Omegas. At least that’s what THEIR world expects. When you first presented as an Omega at the young age at 12 years old you refused to stay seated. Not surprising since your moms an Alpha and your dads a Beta, if anything they were more surprised that their daughter turned out to be an Omega.

“Just keep your head down.” Is what your mother would say to you over and over again. Snapping at you when you started doing things an Alpha or Beta would do. Their own views on how to train up an Omega became demeaning and suffocating. Even going so far that when you turned 18 years old your mother set you up with an old Alpha suitor.

With no foreseeable way out and your future hanging by tiny threads you did the only thing you could think of. Something drastic and life changing that could take you far away from your parents and that would-be suitor.

You signed up for the military.

18 years old and you dived headfirst into it. Inhaling nearly every heat-blocking pill on the market to hide what you are. Going against the rules and forging your documents. It’s amazing that you haven’t been caught but as long as you keep taking the pills there’s not much to worry about. Besides your CO’s would’ve blamed you if you caused the alphas to go into a rut if you chose to keep your heats. So what if you have to take some experimental pills? It keeps you safe and keeps you far away from your parents and the old Alpha your parents wanted you to mate.

Now, that was 5 years ago. 5 years of putting blood, sweat and tears into your military career. 23 years old and you gained the nickname “Mustang” for being far too stubborn and forward for your own good. Having an argumentative streak with your CO’s and calling them out for shitty plays on the battlefield. It’s no wonder that when the Captain of the 141 read over your file that he immediately requested for you to join. Seeing the potential in you and fire in your eyes reminded him of his Beta, Gaz.

At first you thought it was a joke, a jest that he’d want someone with only 5 years of experience, at least until you realized that he was dead serious in his inquiry. The Alpha Captain became deadset on taking you under his wing to help mold you into something better.

Upon meeting the team, you got along like dry leaves in a fire when you met Gaz, a kind and ever-patient Beta Sergeant. Nearly had your minds meld together when meeting Soap, the demolition Sergeant, and in time he told you with complete trust that he’s an Omega. The 141 treat him normally and as if he’s not just his nature was very eye opening to say the least, to see a fellow Omega be treated so well nearly made you come clean. But you digress, you trust them with your life but not something like this.

You got along well, building up lifelong bonds all except for the Lieutenant… he’s as Soap likes to call him. “A spooky bastard.” Hard and tough around the edges, as prickly as a cactus and even more of a hardass when it comes to drills.

Though it’s to be expected especially from the way he’s always in a corner, brooding with hardly a tell of an emotion with that skull mask of his on. Doesn’t help that he’s always quick to spot your mistakes. Every single mistake. Quicker to growl a sneer when you butt heads. Though you hate to begrudgingly admit that you’ve learned more under his watchful eyes. Amber brown eyes that always seem to be on you the second you’re in sight.

Though it’s been like that for months; you’ve had an easy rhythm with the Sergeants and you fall right into step with the Alpha Captain but for some reason. You and the Lieutenant? It’s like the two of you can’t see eye to eye. Doesn’t help that he’s been constantly hovering over you, being an unwanted guardian as he wards off the other Betas and Alphas. His scent always around you and sometimes on you much much to the increasingly teasing Sergeants. An almost knowing look in Soaps eyes when he smelled Ghost on you… again.

Your clothes somehow carry his scent like as if he’s rolling around in it. You swear that if it wasn’t for the pills you take you would’ve gone into heat a couple months ago. It’s annoying that the Lieutenant, the bane of your existence, gets his scent on you. Wards off the guys and ladies that you used to have one-night stands with. The soldiers fearing the wrath from a man who isn’t even your mate and you hate that he’s fucking with your ability to get laid these past couple months.

It reaches a boiling point when the Captain is put on a month-long bedrest, no longer able to play mediator between the two of you. Hell, even the Sergeants have a hard time breaking up the yelling matches you both have.

“Have some fucking respect.”

“Maybe try earning it.” You growl back, postering at him like an Alpha would. The other soldiers already leaving the breakroom to not have to deal with whatevers going on between the two of you.

The latest argument you’re having is over something useless that you can’t be bothered to remember. All you know is that he said something that’s pissing you off. Doesn’t help that the latest request for your heat-blocking pills haven’t been cleared just yet. You told Price in confidence a couple months back about what your second nature is, course you got an earful, but he swore he’d keep it to his grave. Normally he’s is quick to have them sent in but since he’s been on bedrest the paperwork has just been sitting in his office desk drawer collecting dust. You’ve already been off it for a week, swallowing your immense pride, you had sent in the request to a higher up that Price trusts but for some reason they never come in.

Your body is going through the drawbacks. That scent of yours has been jumping from sour to sweet throughout the days making your hormones shoot up dangerously. Hindbrain starting to encourage your pre-heat to flush out the remaining toxins of the pills. Any other team and you’d be scared but due to how well Soap is treated, you’re not too worried. So far no one has called you an Omega or even tried to imply what you are, and you would prefer to keep it like that.

The Lieutenant scoffs at your audacity pulling you from your thoughts as you shake your head of them. “I think I’ve earned plenty of your respect since I’ve saved your hide more times than I can count,” dark amber eyes narrowed as he stares down at you. “Omega.” Smelling out your second nature and it makes you freeze up. Your hands balling into tight fists as you fight the instinct of running away. A whisper in your ear that you should just stop antagonizing him but no. No, you press on.

Standing up straighter and if your glare could deepen any more then it would. “Don’t call me that, Ghost.” Distain towards him as your scent spikes up in a sweetening anger. Pre-heat befuddling your mind as you nearly bared your throat when he called you by your nature.

“What should I call you then, Mustang?” Taking a large whiff of the room. His eyes darkening, “You smell like an Omega.” Taking a step forward and you feel more acutely aware of how it’s really just you and him in the breakroom. “Smell just like one in pre-heat too.”

He lunges forward. “Hey! What are you—?!” An alarm goes off in your head to get away as he moves far too quickly for you to scramble and evade him, large hands grabbing and shoving you against the wall. “Let go!” You yell and throw your fist forward that he easily catches. Gripping hard and snatching your other hand to force them over your head. His thigh sliding hard between your legs as you breath in sharply. “You fucking basta-“ thick fingers shove into your mouth, you gag and cough at the sudden intrusion. Eyes watering in response and you see the blatant amusement in his eyes. Anger riling up so you bite down on the fingers forcing him to yank them out.

Guess he didn’t like that as grabs your neck with the same bitten fingers. “Feisty little Omega.” Squeezing your throat causing you to gasp as his grip hardens until you start to see spots. “No wonder you’ve been acting the way you’ve been. Heat coming up now that you ain’t downing those pills. Just need an Alpha to put you in your place, yeah?” The muscles in his thigh tense as grinds it against your core. Releasing just enough pressure from your neck that makes you gasp and gulp for air. If your brain worked faster you would’ve caught on to the fact that he knows you take pills.

“F-Fuck you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” brown eyes rolling, “Always such a mouth on you.” Moving his hand down your throat, ghosting over the mounds of your breast till he cups one through your shirt and squeezes. “Maybe a knot will make you easier to work with. Make you nice and pliant. When’s the last time you’ve been fucked anyways?” A grin under his mask as he knows exactly how long it’s been for you.

Your heart beating wildly as your teeth nearly stab into your lip to bite back a moan. His thumb pressing on the nub of your nipple through your bra and shirt. “No smart mouth, no snippy remark? Guess I finally shut you up.” Smirking under his mask as he spots the table in the breakroom before looking back at you like as if he’s been given the most amazing idea. His hand moving to the back of your neck and forcing you to move.

Jerking around and fighting uselessly as he bends you over the table stomach down. Hiking your ass up to present even as you try an squirm away. Almost successful in your attempt until a hard smack resounds in the room. Eyes bulging wide as he pulls his hand back and does it again. “Ah!” Screaming out as he smacks your ass with purpose. His hand on the base of your neck keeping you face down as you squeal and pant.

A meek, defiant growl from you as he responds with another harsh smack. “Behave, Mustang. Be glad I’m not making you count them.” Tears pricking your eyes as they shut tight, having mentally lost count of it ten slaps ago.

Tears falling down your face wetting the table as you half expect another smack and yet he cups your burning ass, your pants have done nothing to shelter your cheeks as you felt every sting of the assault. “There we go.” Gasping quietly when his large fingers grasp and fondle to soothe the ache, “Already bein sweet for me.” Taking a lungful of your enticingly sweet smell, “Can smell your slick,” he states downright devilishly as you tense. Your ass stiffening while your thighs shift tightly together, your body betraying you as you hate how right he is.

Tutting disapprovingly and reaching his hand around and dipping inside your pants right when you start to protest weakly. Sliding a gloved finger harshly against your soaked panties. “Soakin my glove.” Cupping your soaked cunt as it seeps into his glove. “Naughty, naughty Omega.” Purring against your ear making you wail louder. You’d try to escape if he wasn’t pressing his whole weight down on you. Kicking your feet apart with his boot and thrusting forward, canting his strong hips against the flush of your clothed ass. Something impossibly hard pressing and rubbing against your bottom that makes your eyes roll back as his fingers graze harder on your panties in time with his thrust.

“S-Shit.. ah s-stop! Please,” you beg as it’s too much, you haven’t been sexual with anyone in a while. Especially with your hormones out of whack, his scent smells stronger, dominating and thickening in the room. Invading your nostrils, intoxicating and encouraging more wetness out of your disloyal cunt. The sensitive walls clench when he presses a finger inside, your hole clenching around the cotton, the fabric of your panties rubs against your throbbing clit. You can’t stop the moans that fall from your lips even if you wanted to.

A coil starting to curl within you. “No, no, no, ah!” Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues humping more aggressively. Grinding and circling his hips against yours, the table creaking under you as his strong body keeps you under him. Trapped and forced to just take it as the pleasure he’s giving you is mixing up the signals in your brain.

You don’t even realize his hand on your neck has left in favor of shucking his mask up, latching his hot mouth against the glands on your neck. Teeth grazing on the sensitive gland as the heat of his mouth sends shocks through your body. “This what you needed, pretty girl?” Whining in response when he removes his hand from inside your pants. His glove soaked with your juices. “S’why you’ve been such a brat. Had to keep pushin and pushin me till I had to do somethin about your problem.”

“N-no I-“ breath hitching as he bites on your throat, sucking harshly as you can’t find the words to speak coherently. Small mercy that he didn’t bite down too hard on the mating gland, merely sucking bruises on it. A grin etching into the skin of your sensitive throat. His tongue lapping and circling as he feels you shake and mewl under him. Having a harder time to not give into your baser needs. Body betraying you as you buck back in time with his canting hips as your hands move and fist near your face.

Finally letting up as he leans back, you breathe so hard as you look behind you through half-lidded eyes. Sweat beading around your forehead causing your hair to stick to your skin. His hands working fast to unbuckle his belt and pants. Pulling them down past his thighs and his boxers following suit. Eyes widening as you see his large thick cock already leaking pre. The flare of his knot making him seem much thicker. Cock slapping against his stomach and you know that a knot like his won’t fit. Blood pumping faster as you fear you can’t take that size in you.

Watchful molten eyes noticing how you try to shift away from him. A thick hand landing forcibly on your back to keep you still as he works on undoing your pants. Pulling them down as you stutter and beg for him not to. “No, no, no, darling. Gotta give you my knot.” Panties falling down, the ever increasing shame burns on your face as your slick slides down. “See? You want it. Need it from the looks of it.” Arms shaking and you try to hit behind you as he just laughs cruelly. Grabbing both of the flailing arms and pinning them against your back with one hand.

Your thighs instinctively try to close but he’s having none of it. Forcing your legs apart with another kick of his boot. A firm grip on your hip before sliding it under a bit to make you lift your reddened ass up. Slotting the meat of his cock through your glistening, fluttering folds. Sliding in between over and over, slowly teasing your engorged clit with the head of his thick tip.

“So fuckin wet for me. Haven’t even fucked you yet and you're pouring on my cock.” Moaning embarrassing louder as he inches the tip into your tightening hole.

A forceful push, heading deeper inside as you plead for him to pull out, to stop what he’s doing but he doesn’t hear you. Too lost in the feeling of your warm, tight cunt squeezing so nicely around him. Even with the gush of your wetness easing a bit of the stretch, it still burns. Ghost is by far the thickest you’ve ever taken. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried all the way to the hilt. “Fuck!” He murmurs lowly while his eyes shut just as yours do from the feeling of being so full.

Pussy gripping him hard, “Relax for me.” Grunting hard as he circles his hips. The hand under your hip lifts you a bit more as your mouth parts to suck in air. “You can take it. That’s a good girl.”

Hardly giving you the time to adjust as he pulls back, his tip not escaping your heat before slamming back in. Whimpering due to the electrifying shot of pain and pleasure, “P-Please, it.. it ah hurts!” Ghost murmurs something rough as tears begin to prick your eyes. His hand moves from your hip and instead of stopping his thrusts, he circles a finger around your wanting clit. Your eyes opening wide as more slick starts coming out more. Easing his large cock in you as your body starts to take him better.

“That’s it, that’s a good little slut,” slamming his hips fast as his fingers work a slow torturous pace on your bundle of nerves. “Doin so good for me Omega. Clench ‘round me baby.” Heavy balls slapping with each harsh thrust. His mouth latching against your glands, muddling your brain further as your Omega nature preens in response of being taken by this strong alpha. “Knew you’d be perfect for me. Just had to stop the pills from coming in.” His damning words not heard as he keeps up his brutal pleasuring pace. The smell of the heady sex permeate the breakroom, filthy sounds of wet slaps of thigh against thigh only enthralls your Omega nature more.

Becoming pliant as you moan and keen high in pleasure, mouth hanging open as the tip of his cock bullies into your tight cunt, making a home inside your gummy walls. His grunts and dirty words sinning against your ear as he growls about how you’re his now. That you’ll never escape him. A possessiveness scent seeping into the room as you babble useless words. His fingers, nearly forgotten due to the mind-numbing pace of his burrowing cock, start to move faster and press harder against your clit. Sliding his finger side to side just as fast as the hard smack of his balls intensifies the pleasure tenfold. “Cum for me, Omega. Wanna— agh,” grunting deeply behind you, “Wanna feel it.”

Your traitorous body gives in when he angles his hips and slams against that spot that makes you scream. Stars blurring your vision as you cum, squeezing and milking his cock as he pounds into you with renewed vigor. The tightening walls suck him back into your greedy pussy. “Gonna breed you good.” A heavy-laden promise as his eyes darkens with dangerous lust. His upper body hunching over as he presses his forehead against the side of yours as you plead for more. His hand moving from your pinned arms, placing his elbow beside your head to give himself more leverage as pistons his hips faster.

Hammering into your pussy as the wood of the table screams from the exertion and scraps against the floor. Your words bouncing against the walls, “Pl-Please, please, please!” Begging for it now. Begging for more, for his cum and his knot. Too lost in the pleasure to really understand what you’re saying. “Alpha, Alpha please!” Crying out as it’s too much and yet not enough. Overwhelming animal instinct to be bred by your strong Alpha. Arching your hips in time to feel him growl loudly, the vibrations tingling up and down your spine.

“I’m going to, Omega, I’m going to.” pulling back suddenly before slamming back into you full force with his damning vow. “I’m gonna breed you till you can’t take it.”

Pulling back out and forcibly turning you around, back now on the hard surface of the table. He looks downright predatory as he licks his lips. Yanking the rest of your pants and panties off, ripping them off even with you wearing your boots in wanton abandon, discarding them out of sight and out of mind.

His hands grabbing your ankles and placing them over his shoulders. Your boots scraping the skin of his flesh be he could give less of a fuck right now. Maneuvering your knees against your chest to fuck you deeper, feeling deliciously constricted since his body is blocking out everything from your sight. Everything but him.

“Gonna give you my knot. Make you mine in every way.” The newer position makes him feel even larger inside you. Pounding into you as your moans sound heavenly to his ears. Pressing more of his weight into you, caging you in as if his only thought is to fuck into your fertile womb. An animalistic need in his eyes as he gives into his own nature to claim the Omega under him. “You want it? Want my knot? Beg for it.”

“Want it! Want it s-so bad! Please, Alpha!” Wasting no time as you work hard to form the words. Jumbling and spilling over it but you don’t stop in your mindless pleading. Your pleading flipping a switch in him as he no longer cares about the consequences. He’ll deal with them later because right now all he wants to do is fill your pretty pussy till it overflows.

Surging forward, his teeth bites down harshly against your mating gland. Mine. Mine. Mine! Eyes rolling back to your skull as you cum faster and harder. The build up of the dam inside the both of you breaking as the swell of his knot starts to catch. Teeth digging into your neck as he intends to make the binding claim as deep as he can. Tears springing out your eyes as your legs shake in the tidal wave of pain and pleasure.

“Mine.” Growling aggressively in affirmation as he moves away from your throat and kisses you roughly, “Mine.” Mouthing the word against your swelling lips that can’t keep up with him. His hips stuttering as his muscles clench, the need for him to cum approaching faster. Balls tightening up as he forces home his thick knot inside your sensitive walls. “Mine!” His forehead falls against yours as he roars out that soul-claiming word. Hot spurts of cum filling your greedy and welcoming womb. His knot expanding wide and locking you to him for now.

“G-Gho— mph!“ his lips dominating against yours, shutting you up as he grinds his knot while his balls empties the rest of his thick seed in you. Moans being swallowed by the other in response. Tongues wrestlings as he takes hold of your boot and eases it off his shoulder. The other following suit as he wraps them loosely around his waist. Your mewls being swallowed by the hungry kiss that he gives you, possessive and devouring as he doesn’t let up. Moving his mouth down, trailing kisses and nips gently against your chin and then to your throat where the mating mark is on your neck. His permanent mark on you.

Chest against chest as you both pant heavily. The clothes worn sticking almost uncomfortably due to the sweatiness of each other. His warm tongue lapping lovingly against the mark he made before he finally leans back. His knot still keeping the both of you connected as it won’t deflate for a bit longer. The smell of the intense coupling is sure to deter anyone from even getting within 30 feet of the breakroom. Not that he’d ever let anyone see you like this. Not his pretty little mate. No, no, no, this sight is for him and him only.

Drinking in the vision of you, mellowed out and soft on the hard table. Hair spread around you like a halo, tired eyes shutting to a close, mouth open and panting. The bulge in your stomach scratches at the delicious size difference between the two of you. His cock twitches from inside you as he wonders how you’ll take him if he took your plump ass. Though an animalistic instinct demands that he not waste his seed, preferring to keep his Omega filled with his warm seed. Snug and protected safely in your precious womb.

“Ghost,” your words softer than he’s ever heard it, eyes opening as you shiver from the shift in his touching, his scent smells more welcoming. More warmth, like firewood on a cold night and the bourbon that he likes. The rare gentleness throwing you off a bit as he rocks his hips forward. A low hiss from your mouth as you’re far too sensitive and yet a slow build of pleasure starts to grow as your overstimulated pussy clenches in response. Your head turning up with a needy whine.

His lips pull back into a wolfish smile. Needy Omega he muses to himself. His Omega. “Simon.” Stating his name and he places a large warm hand over the bulge of your stomach. A primal instinct lighting up at the thought of the seed catching on the first try. Imagining you round with his pups is a black hole that he’ll gladly fall into. He didn’t mean to bite you, didn’t mean to claim you but what’s done is done.

He just wanted to fuck and get rid of his obsession over you but if he did this all over again he wouldn’t stop himself. He’d gladly bite you over and over again.

“Call me Simon.” Your breath hitching as he says his name firmly, commanding you to him by a name he rarely gives out. “Want you to say my name from now on.” His knot starting to deflate. “After all,” He may not have meant to bite you but that doesn’t mean he won’t uphold it. You’re his now. He won’t let go of you no matter how much you’ll kick and scream once your senses finally come to and the high of pleasure fades. Slowly pulling out as his potent cum spills out. Your head scrunches up, sighing pathetically from the loss of his cock.

“You’re mine now.”

His hand sliding between your shaking legs that still wrap loosely around his waist. Scooping up the cum that tries to escape, to go where it shouldn’t. A rumble in his chest, his second nature demanding to keep his Omega filled and sated. His fingers push it back in eliciting a sharp gasp. He can’t help but grin at how sensitive you are.

He leans close and as he uses his fingers as a plug. “Now be a good little mate and keep’em safe. Gotta make do on my promise to breed you after all.” His cock already starting to harden, his stamina has always been the best and he’s never broken a promise.

Ever.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

🎃 That'll shut you up

Breath play CW: erotic asphyxiation, mildly bratty reader, Dub-con

"Knock it off." Jay tried his best not to lose his fucking mind, but his best friend was being a shit, rolling around his bed demanding attention like they were dating. A foot gently kicked his back, lurching him forward as he tried reading.

"Ugh, stop reading! I'm bored!" (Reader) sprawled out across the bed like they owned the thing, resting their foot on Jay's back, ready to kick again.

"Then go home!" He didn't even invite (Reader) over, so their attitude was beginning to wear his patience thin.

"Noooooooo...." whining, another kick pushed Jay nearly onto the floor.

(Reader) was an attractive person, and Jay would be lying if he said that he hadn't ever dreamt of them before or used them as masturbation material. The only downside to (Reader) was how annoying they could be. Knowing they were spread out across his bed, their t shirt riding up exposing the top of their pelvic area, vulnerable, was giving the poor man a hard on, reading only to cover up his growing erection. But goddamnit were they being such a fucking brat.

"Then shut up."

(Reader) smiled, pressing their foot harder into his back. "Make me!" They said it so teasingly that it finally made Jay snap, throwing his book to the side and pouncing onto (Reader).

They looked up at him, smiling but confused.

"Fine then."

"Huh?"

Pulling down his basketball shorts while grabbing (Reader) by their hair and pulling them up into a sitting position, (Reader) found themselves face to dick; Jay's angry red tip glistening as it pressed against (Reader's) lips. They opened their mouth to ask him what the hell he was doing, but it only came out as muffled noises of surprise as Jay took the opportunity to enter their mouth, hitting the back of their throat without warning.

They gagged at the sudden intrusion, trying not to vomit on his dick as he held it deep inside them, holding their head tightly into his crotch. (Reader) scratched at Jay's thighs, but he didn't move, holding them still as they choked on him, struggling to breathe through the nose crushed flat against his curly pubic hair. It was embarrassing, but (Reader) could feel themselves becoming aroused in their sweats, only fighting back at first in shock, then in desperation as they became light headed.

Bile rose and washed Jay's dick, but he only pulled out after it splurt out of (Reader's) nose, covering their face in snot and watery vomit.

"Wha- buh- why?" (Reader) mumbled, drool pouring from their swollen lips.

"You're still talking?" Jay smiled cruelly, enjoying the sight of (Reader) sputtering dumbly. He pushed them back down, throwing their sweats and underwear across the room. "Damn, did that turn you on?!"

Tears formed in their red eyes, weakly nodding, confirming that they wanted his cock just as badly as he needed to fuck them silly.

His wet dick slid easily into their needy hole, making (Reader) moan loudly as they felt Jay fill them up.

Before they could beg him to fuck them, Jay's large hands wrapped around their throat, gripping the sides and cutting off their circulation. (Reader) clenched around their best friend's dick without meaning to, arching their back as it became difficult to breathe again.

The pounding in their neck pulsated through their skull, and they couldn't tell if it was their heartbeat or Jay's. He released his fingers, allowing (Reader) to gasp pathetically underneath him as he pounded into them.

Jay hit their body perfectly, drawing out a whine as (Reader) felt an orgasm building. At the sound of their unintentional whimper Jay's hands returned to their neck.

His thrusts sped up, loving the feel of (Reader's) muscles spasming as the lack of oxygen made them twitch.

Their forehead felt hot, and their eyes were melting, tingling as tears and snot began leaking. (Reader's) head ached, but no matter how wide they opened their mouth they couldn't get enough air to alleviate the burning pain.

Just as the intensity became too much to bear, (Reader) came hard, exciting Jay into releasing (Reader), pulling out quickly as he shot his cum into their stomach.

(Reader) rode out their climax, lying in their fluids, unable to think as their breathing returned to normal.

"I would have done that a lot sooner, if I had known that that was all it took to shut you up."

[cannedbeefaroni]

The Bad Touch (Edward Nashton X Reader) (SMUT MDNI)

Part 2

Summary: You are a social worker at Arkham Asylum. The high profile criminal, The Riddler, is assigned as your patient after he's gone through many failed attempts of treatment. You devise a sinister plan to become the only therapist capable of treating Mr. Nashton.

Content: SMUT 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MEDICAL MALPRACTISE, MANIPULATION, POWER IMBALANCE (for those reasons, i consider this fic to be DUBCON), Reader and Edward have a bit of a role reversed Harley Quinn and Joker dynamic, Edward is described to struggle with hypersexuality and paraphilias (based on how the reader is described, they also have those issues), handjob, oral sex, exhibitionism (public sex), physical restraints, degradation

Y/N is referred to in second person as you/yours and is written to be entirely gender neutral.

In order to survive in your line of work you have to be at least a little bit insane. Over the many years of being a therapist at Arkham Asylum you’ve felt yourself becoming a dull, emotionally detached person. It was ironic, considering you went into psychology with the goal of helping people. Despite this feeling, you acknowledged that you were probably the least jaded and cruel social worker in the asylum. Your coworkers thought your methods were ineffective and soft, and your bosses didn’t assign you patients as often as you’d hoped. You liked to think of yourself as an understanding and approachable person, but your qualities weren’t appreciated. Things started looking up, though, once you were assigned a patient for the first time in a while. He was the high profile public enemy, The Riddler, AKA Edward Nashton. He’d been institutionalized several months ago upon his arrest, and in that time he’d gone through countless therapists. They all said the same about him, that he was uncooperative and didn’t seem to want help. You were assigned to be his designated therapist as a last resort. You felt prideful despite knowing you weren’t even close to being the first option. You had never gotten to speak with any high profile criminals like Mr. Nashton, and you were excited about it. 

You expected to be somewhat intimidated by his presence, but he just seemed to be an incredibly depressed and lonely man. According to the others’ notes, you found out that everything he had done as The Riddler was for the sole purpose of validation and attention. He had been diagnosed with OCD and severe C-PTSD. You had no question as to why he’d become the way he is. He was broken by the world around him, and let it corrupt his mind past the point of return. Before speaking to him, you’d heard so much about him being completely insane and “in another world,” but it was as if you were the only one who truly understood him. During your sessions you couldn’t help but feel empathy for him, which was something you tried very hard not to do. You were able to speak to him, but trying to push his boundaries ever so slightly to talk about him being treated, he’d either go silent or push back hard. He kept saying that he didn’t believe anything in this world could fix him, and that he didn’t want to be “fixed.” 

You realized what's hindering his ability to move past all this was crippling loneliness. He had absolutely no family, friends, or acquaintances. You became frustrated knowing that as a therapist, there was no way to help him in that department. Sure, you could encourage him to be more social but beyond that there’s nothing. You had a sinking feeling that in another universe under different circumstances, you could be that person he could lean on. It was wrong to feel that way, and you knew you should’ve passed his case onto a new therapist for that, but you didn’t want to. You needed to prove yourself as capable. You wanted to be the one to get Mr. Nashton to the point of accepting treatment. Medical malpractice was common at Arkham, so you didn’t feel guilty about doing anything it takes to reach your goal. 

You’d remember the times he’d lament about how he felt truly unlovable. You paid extra close attention whenever he discussed his past relationships. He only ever had sex once as a young adult, and afterward he became hypersexual, obsessing over the idea of having sex again. He found it impossible to find another partner once that relationship had ended. In order to combat that loneliness, he became voyeuristic, developing obsessions with people, stalking them, and even sometimes going as far as performing sexual acts on himself in public areas. He grew bashful over discussing those feelings, which you knew were natural, but deep in your mind you thought it was cute, but you were too professional to let those feelings surface in your mind. You could tell that him lacking any romantic or sexual partner for so long was one of the significant factors in his depression. 

Ever since the topic of sex was brought up in your sessions, you had an idea creeping in your mind. At first it disgusted you, but after much contemplation, you decided that it might just be the only thing that will truly get to him. On the day you decided to carry out your idea, you had already perfectly planned the session out in your mind. It would be efficient and practical, you just needed to make sure no one suspected a thing. You collected an arrangement of items you’d need and concealed them in your pockets. You knew no one else would understand, but you had faith in yourself. 

You greeted him in the plain, empty white room you’d become accustomed to. Unlike a typical room used for therapy, there was a table between the two of you, creating a distance. You both sat on quite uncomfortable wooden chairs, and his hands were cuffed behind his back for your safety. There was a tape recorder on the table, which you were sure to be useless, knowing there were much more efficient mics wired throughout the room to record sessions. It was a tool used to either intimidate or comfort patients by either turning it on or turning it off. You never bothered with it. Mr. Nashton sat slumped over as per usual, hanging his head. You looked up at you pensively, as if at this point you’d worn him down to become subservient. You picked up your chair and moved it closer to his, placing yourself in proximity to him in order to connect with him better. You were closer than usual, making him tense. 

“So tell me, how are you feeling today, Edward?” you asked in a blank, professional tone. 

“I, uh,” he mumbled, voice hoarse as if this was the first time he’d spoken in days. “I guess it’s as good as it gets for me.” 

“Which would be bad or good?” 

“Probably bad, but I’m not feeling as terrible as usual.” Edward never really looked you in the eyes when talking, but you didn’t take it personally. 

“Why do you think that is?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m relieved that I have a better therapist now,” he says quietly as if he was hoping you wouldn’t hear him. 

“I’m glad you’re satisfied with our sessions, Edward. I can tell you’ve been opening up more,” you smile, but in a way that looks and feels empty, as if you’re a robot with the sole purpose to act in the correct way. 

“I wouldn’t say I’m satisfied,” he grumbles, trying not to sound gracious. “You just aren’t annoying or pushy like the others. And you’re actually nice to me, unlike those other shitty therapists.” 

“What can I do to make you satisfied?” your choice of words shock you as you spit them out mechanically. You feel perverted, despite what you just said being quite innocent. 

“Nothing, probably.”

You sigh, “look, if you let me, I can try and figure out what works for you. Not everyone needs the same type of care. I’ve been meaning to try out a different approach with you, and I need you to tell me if you want to move forward with it.” 

“What is it, exactly?” He raises an eyebrow, clearly apprehensive. 

“It’s quite… unorthodox, but if you trust me with this, I really think it’ll be of benefit to you,” you say as you perfectly mask all feelings of embarrassment behind a neutral expression. 

“Uhuh,” he says, utterly confused. 

“Do you trust that I don’t want to do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable?” you ask.

“I suppose. Yeah.” his voice gets small and quiet. 

You take your clipboard, and begin writing. Edward tries to look over at the paper, but before he can get a peak, you already turn it to let him read it. 

“You can’t make a sound for this. They can hear us. I’m going to partially undress you. Nod if you want me to do it”

Edward’s eyes widen before he glares up at you. He swallows thickly. For the first time this session, he looks you in the eyes. He sits motionless before slowly nodding his head. Red tints his face as he begins to sweat. 

You position your chair so that you’re facing him directly. Your hands begin unbuttoning his jumpsuit swiftly, and you notice his chest rising and falling with his breath rapidly. You can see a bit of his pale, bare torso and underwear underneath. Without wasting any time, you pull down his underwear, exposing his penis. It’s already half erect, and you can’t stop yourself from wondering if he always gets aroused around you. You reach into your pocket and retrieve a small bottle of lubricant, and you squeeze some on your hand before gently placing it on his crotch. Your fingers wrap around the shaft, and he gasps. You shush him, before moving your hand in a jerking motion. You don’t dare to look at his face while doing this, because you don’t want any sort of personal attachment linked to it. You just stare at his erection growing in your hand. His body writhes in his seat, arms squirming in their constraints. You hear him whimper softly, which surprises you. He sounds so unexpectedly sweet. Your other hand goes over his mouth, muffling his noises. 

“I need you to take a deep breath.” Your hand stops moving, gripping his hard cock. He’d been breathing so heavily that his glasses were fogging up. He whines against your hand as his body twitches. He relaxes his body a little, calming down. 

“Please, please, please-“ he begs in whispers. This process is torturous. Him being so pent up, it’s impossible to stay quiet. His dick twitches as precum leaks from the tip. You feel almost guilty, but you know it’ll be worth it in the long run. 

“Do you want to stop?”

“Don’t stop, please,” he whines behind your hand. You really hadn’t considered the possibility of him being this vocal. Not only did it put you at risk of being found out, it was causing you to get needlessly sexually excited. You ignored how uncomfortable your soiled underwear had become, you needed to finish the job. 

You tightly held your hand against his mouth as you jerked him off faster. His hips bucked, fucking himself into your fist. So much precum was leaking that it was getting messy. You worried about leaving evidence behind, so you got on your knees in front of him, pushing his legs open, and slipped his dick into your mouth. You lifted your head for a second to whisper, “stay quiet, or I won’t let you finish.” 

He wants to cry as he watches you take him so deep in your throat. He bites his lip tightly, holding back any moans. Your head bobs in perfect rhythm, and your tongue wraps around his shaft. You shamefully bring your hand to your crotch, rubbing yourself over your pants as you greedily suck his cock. What would everyone else think? They’d say I’m a desperate whore. Maybe I am. But I’m helping him. I’m the only one who can. He needs me. Your self degradation doesn’t help your case in this being purely “professional.” It’s not your fault he sounds so cute and pathetic while fucking your throat, or that his huge cock is filling your mouth so much that you can barely take it. You forget about your own voice as his tip hits the back of your throat. His hips begin rutting into you rapidly, and suddenly he’s cumming down your throat. You hear the clanking of his handcuffs as his arms strain against them behind his back. You shove him in as deep as possible, swallowing everything he’s got. You can’t help but finish in your pants, as your other hand has been over stimulating your body. You stay in that position for a minute, letting his dick sit in your mouth. You carefully get up and grab tissues from your pocket to clean him up, as well as wipe your mouth. Carefully, you dress him back up, and place your seat on the opposite side of the table, sitting as if nothing happened. 

“How was that?” you ask, returning to a robotic voice. 

“I wanna do it again,” he says hoarsely, eyes still wide in disbelief.

Part 2

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Attitude | Part 2

Summary: You learned your lesson to never run your mouth again. Or so Shane thought.

A/N: This is literally pure filth ok? And I love it. Also anal sex isn't as easy as it's portrayed in smut, pls don't forget that. This is purely fictional. Never ever have anal sex without proper preparation. also the lovely @angel-litter inspired me to write a third part so yeah, there’s more Shane coming ya way!

Characters: Dark!ShaneWalsh x Reader

Word count: 4k (sorry not sorry)

WARNINGS: age gap (reader is 18+) / explicit sexual content as in anal, oral (F receiving), swearing Trigger warning: dub-con | 18+ 🔞 MINORS DNI below the cut! 🔞

➻ Part 1 [M] Part 3 [M]

Weeks had passed and Shane couldn’t have been happier: Rick finally agreed to clean the barn from the walkers, everyone learned how to handle their guns properly and some of them, like Andrea, were actually pretty good shooters. It was good to have trained people around in case of an emergency.

And, of course, there where you; currently the most well-behaved angel there could have been. After the lesson Shane taught you a few weeks ago you barely looked in his direction, did everything when someone asked you to do it and remained quiet. Not one snarly remark or side-glance. So yeah, life’s been pretty good lately, or as good as it could be in this shitshow of world they lived in.

“Y/N?” your mother called and you turned around to see her standing at the porch of the white farmhouse. She just found out that she was pregnant and now her and your dad slept inside the house instead of the tent. You stayed back, happy to have some privacy for yourself as your mother got on your nerves more than ever. You were sure it was Shane’s child, everyone probably knew, even Rick.

Lori waved her hand to get your attention and you yelled a quick “Be right there” before she disappeared inside the house again. When she was out of your sight you let out an annoyed groan and rolled your eyes but as soon as you turned your head you saw Shane leaning against the RV, his arms crossed in front of his broad chest and he cocked an eyebrow when he noticed your disrespectful behavior. You gulped and quickly finished your chore before sprinting towards the house.

You did a good job avoiding him, too afraid he would keep his promise of teaching you another lesson. Even though you never experienced Shane like that before and the whole incidence was disturbing, to say the least, there was something that had changed; the way you looked at him from now on. Was he always that well-built? Did the veins on his arms and hands always pop out as soon as they were physically strained? And whenever he spoke, didn’t matter the words, you felt a slight tingle in your stomach area.

Disgusted with yourself you shook your head to organize your thoughts before facing your mom in the kitchen. “Yes, mom?” you asked and she turned around. “Baby, could you please gather everyone for dinner? Your father and Glenn are still on their supply run but I figured you could go with Shane to look for them, it’s getting dark.”

You stepped from one foot to another and rubbed the back of your head. “Why can’t Daryl go?” Lori noticed the reluctance in your voice but she just figured you were in a bad mood, typical for a young person.

“Because-“ she continued to chop the vegetables “Daryl’s still recovering from his wound and shouldn’t strain himself for another few days.”

Oh yeah, you forgot… He fell from a horse and put an arrow through his shoulder. A snort escaped you as you remembered when he told you what happened, you felt bad for him, you really did, it was still kinda funny to imagining the Daryl Dixon falling off a horse.

“Okay but I don’t think Shane’s going to like the idea of another two people going out after dark…” you tried once again and saw as she stopped in her motion. “It’s your father, Y/N.”

She couldn’t see it so you rolled your eyes once again. Sure, the man you cheated on and got pregnant by his best friend. Mother and wife of the year…

“Fine-“ you sighed “I’ll ask Shane.”

The mere thought of being alone with him again made your stomach turn. He acted like nothing ever happened except giving you here and there a warning glance before returning to his old self. Asshole…

“Shane?” you said when you walked towards the open RV and heard a grunt from within. You stopped in front of the open door not wanting to be alone with him in such small space once again. “You in there?”

“Yeah.” Seconds later he appeared in front of you, his blue shirt unbuttoned and you quickly licked your lips when you stared at his exposed abs. “What is it?” he asked impatiently when he noticed your stare. Your eyes fluttered shut before looking up to meet his. “Uhm… Lori wants us to go look for dad and Glenn.”

“Thought I told ya not to call her Lori, didn’t I? She’s your mother.” You withheld the urge to roll your eyes at him and gulped to suppress the anger pooling in your stomach. You’re not my fucking father and I also fucking hate you, you thought to yourself but none of those words went over your lips. You just nodded and asked a small “So?” instead.

“Yeah, lets go.” He sighed before grabbing his gun and walking towards the car. ”Got ya gun?” you replied with a bored “Hmmm” but flinched when Shane suddenly stopped to face you.

“Use your damn words, girl. What are ya, five?” he grunted and grabbed the gun from behind your pants. “And I fricking told ya to put it in the holster, not your goddamn pants, you know what could happen if it goes off?”

“As if you cared…” you mumbled but bit your lips when you saw his annoyed expression. “Shut it, I don’t have time for your hormonal whining, this is grown up business. If ya can’t handle it then go back inside and chop some veggies with the others and I’ll go alone.”

Shane studied your face and saw the tears forming in your eyes but he simply couldn’t care, this was life and death and not prom and Friday-pizza-nights or whatever shit ran through your mind. He need to keep you safe and alive; he didn’t matter if you hated him for it. “I got it.” You answered through clenched teeth and he stared another five second at your before finally giving the gun back and getting into the car. You took a deep breath and tried to remain as calm as possible but the truth was, your blood was boiling.

You drove only for about ten minutes before you ran into your father and Glenn as they were on their way home. Rick gave Shane a small nod and Shane turned the car to drive back to the farm. You let out a small sigh and were glad when Shane didn’t notice it but your eyes kept staring at his fingers around the steering wheel; the same fingers which painfully grabbed your hair and kept your head in place as he fucked your face.

Shane noticed your glance and turned his head to meet your eyes; you didn’t look away but continued to stare at him like a doe that got caught in spotlight. He couldn’t make sense of your behavior towards him; some days you seemed almost scared and avoided him completely (just as he thought you would react after what he did) and other days you practically couldn’t get enough of him, always staring or biting your lip whenever he caught you. Only thing missing was the drool coming from your mouth.

“Want a picture? It last’s longer, princess.” He snorted and as soon as you saw the smirk around his lips you quickly looked away. “Shut up-“ you mumbled embarrassed and tried to hide your reddened cheek from his sight.

“Aw come on, ‘was just joking, don’t be like that.” He laughed and tried to poke your side. “Stop!” you squeaked and swatted his hand away which made him chuckle even more.

“You’re actually pretty cute when you’re not a bitch, ya know.” Your head snapped towards him and he grinned when he saw your angered expression. “You have no idea what I’m like when I decide to be a bitch.” You spat and made him snort in return.

“Actually, I caught a glimpse of her a few weeks back but strangely she’d never appeared again. Hm, don’t know why.” You felt the heat in your face and ears as he nonchalantly hinted on the incident in the RV and held back from striking the back of his head, he probably would have killed you right then and there. Shane notice the way you clenched your fist in a pathetic attempt to hide your anger.

“I think you should stop or else I’m going to tell my dad.” You said calmly before quickly exiting the car as soon as he stopped at the farm. Shane watched as you slammed the door shut and took fast and long strides towards the house, probably too afraid of his reaction. Coward, he thought and got out of the car as well.

“What happened?” Rick asked and turned to look after his daughter who seemed aggravated.

“Ah, you know. Probably that time of the month.” Shane answered calmly and his best friend nodded in return. “I heard that women adjust their cycles if they live together long enough.” Glenn mumbled and earned himself some looks from the older men. “What?”

“Ya know, boy-“ Shane spoke and put an arm around the younger one “You’re so lucky that you’re one of the last fellows around and Maggie likes you.” Glenn raised his eyebrows and Rick laughed in return as the walked towards the house to finally eat dinner.

Everyone sat around the huge table and chattered to their hearts content except you who only picked in the food on your plate. Shane sat across from you and gave your knee a soft kick under the table. You looked up and he mouthed a silent “Stop that” signaling you to behave and to eat your food like a normal person.

“Bite me.” You whispered back but it was loud enough for your mother to hear. “Y/N! I don’t want you to talk to anyone like that. Apologize.”

“I’m not a kid anymore, mom. I apologize if I want to.” You answered and an uneasy silence spread in the room. “Y/N…” Rick spoke softly and your expression turned soft. “But dad, it’s true. I’m so sick and tired of her treating me like a child!”

“Yes, I know, honey but-“ your fathers soft spoken words were cut off by Shane’s harsh ones: “Then maybe act like your age instead of a bratty and whiny little kid.”

You turned around and gave him an infuriated look. “Excuse me but this is family business and you are not family, okay? Just because you fucked and impregnated my mother doesn’t make you family so back off!” The last words came out louder than you intended to but it felt so good to finally acknowledge the elephant in the room. You saw the hurt in your fathers eyes but it was time for him to learn that literally everybody knew. “Don’t gimme that look, dad. Everyone knows. We all knew way before you came back to us… I caught them in the woods a few times.”

“That’s enough, Y/N!” Lori suddenly yelled and you cocked an eyebrow. “That’s something we can agree on, mom.” You spat back before slamming the fork on the table and walking out the door, towards your tent.

You set up your camp inside the barn, it would be your retreat for the night, also it had a good outlook in case of some unwelcome guests. You were a pretty good sniper and were sure you could handle some walkers wandering around in the open field if they decided to come to close to the farm. Neither one of your parents tried talking to you after what happened at the dinner table and you were glad to be alone; all the rage still inside your guts.

You nestled inside the hay and closed your eyes after checking your surroundings one last time soon afterwards falling into a deep slumbers. Your precious sleep was disturbed as soon as you heard rustling noises outside the barn and the hand that grabbed the gun was immediately in position to put a bullet between two walker eyes if necessary. “Daryl?” you whispered because you remembered that he sometimes wandered around to check the areal but there was no answer. “Hello?” you asked once again and looked outside but everything was quiet. Maybe it was just the wind or some animal you thought and as soon as you turned around a giant hand grabbed you from behind, firmly pressed against your mouth to silence the scream inside your throat. You frantically tried to free yourself and remembered the gun in your hand but it was quickly taken from you.

“Sh-“ you suddenly heard and relaxed a little bit as you recognized Shane’s voice. The relaxation wasn’t long-lasting when you stared into dark pupils, his lips slightly agape and his right hand still grabbed the back of your head as his other hand kept your mouth shut. Shane saw the shift in your eyes; first there was the relief to recognize a familiar face but when your brain finally processed it, he could see the sheer fear in your eyes and honestly? He lived for it.

 “Just came to talk-“ he mumbled softly. Too softly. You gulped and blinked a few times, trying to come up with a plan; a way out of here but Shane knew exactly what you were thinking about and smirked. “Oh, princess, don’t be afraid-“ he spoke with false concern, his voice still as soft and smooth as butter but the grip of his fingers told you otherwise. Shane slightly moved his hand over you mouth when you started mumbling. “Hm, what was that?”

“I-I’m going to scream, Shane, if you’re-“ your words were cut off by his huge hand, once again firmly pressed over your mouth. There was a glimmer in his eyes and it made your stomach turn as he bend down, his lips softly hovering over your ear as he said:

“Oh, I know you will.”

Shane turned you around so your back was against his stone hard chest; while the hand over your mouth never left its spot his other arm wrapped around your frame like a boa constrictor pulling you harshly against him. A small whimper escaped your throat and Shane stopped in his tracks. “Was that a fucking moan I heard?” You reluctantly shook your head but he knew better, your body reacting almost on its own as it melted against his own. “Look at you, pressing your little ass against my dick, you fucking want this, huh? Where you a little bitch because you wanted me to fuck you?”

This time you didn’t shook your head nor nodded; truth was, you were confused on what you wanted. Your feelings for Shane were mostly pure hate but his body was to die for.

“Fucking answer me-“ he growled next to your ear and you immediately shook your head; no, you didn’t do it on purpose, he was the one that went too far meddling in your family business. You just told him, simply as that. “Bet you thought I wouldn’t repeat what I did to you before, bet you thought you were safe…” you felt his lips against your neck and closed your eyes. “But I also bet you liked sucking my dick. Tell me, how many nights were you lying awake playing with yourself wishing it was me?”

You remained quiet as you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that he was absolutely right. Shane removed the hand over your mouth but grabbed your hips instead. You slightly turned your head to look towards the big barn door, trying to calculate if you could be fast enough to run but he just chuckled. “Come on, try running. I’m just going to fuck you in the grass so everyone in their tents can hear you.”

That was something you definitely didn’t want, inside the barn there was at least some privacy. Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt Shane’s hand reaching inside your jeans, slipping inside your panties and your breath hitched. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, you were hot for him after all and something told you that Shane wanted you as well, not only to teach you a lesson but because he had it as bad for you as you had it for him.

Shane felt your body relax as his fingers dipped into your already wet folds, giving your clit a lazy swirl making you moan in the process. “Shit, you’re such a little whore for me.” Your head nodded on its own as you rocked your hips against his fingers, relishing in the fact that Shane actually touched you.

Your breath was suddenly squeezed from your lungs as he harshly pushed you onto a nearby table, bending you over. “Shane-“ you gasped and heard him hum in return. Shane quickly pulled your jeans and panties down and stared at your small ass; it was pure perfection to his eyes. Art. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the rough skin of his fingertips on your sensitive skin, softly caressing and kneading the flesh in is hands. “So perfect.” He leaned over you and gave you a small kiss in your cheek making your heart melt in return; it wasn’t only hate you felt for the older man, the butterflies in your stomach made that pretty obvious.

The first slap on your ass took you completely by surprise and you let out a small shriek. There was a short pause before his hand curled around your neck, pushing your face deeper into the surface while he gave one harsh slap after another. You tried to scream but could barely breath, your fingers clawing into the wood beneath you desperately trying to hold onto something for support. Tears formed in your eyes and ran over your heated cheeks as Shane continued to abuse your already sore behind; one slap harder than the other till you were a sobbing mess underneath him.

“Shane, please-“ you managed to breath out but he didn’t care.

“Fucking told you what happens if you run that mouth again, told ya I would come for that sweet ass of yours.” He chuckled and finally stopped the abuse of your behind. He softly caressed the reddened and swollen skin, helping you relax a little bit. Your eyes were shut with tears still escaping as you silently cried. You were sure he would continue any moment but instead Shane kneeled down, spreading your cheeks and buried his face against your dripping cunt.

You gasped once again as you felt his tongue down there, turning you into a writhing mess. Shane licked, sucked and tongue-fucked your sex as he continued to merciless eat you out. “Fuck, Shane…” you moaned and felt him hum, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. It was almost too much; your ass that hurt like hell, his stubbly chin against your sex but his tongue that felt like heaven giving you a bittersweet experience you never felt before.

Shane could tell you were close as your hips began to quiver and your moans became more intense. His lips found your clit and gave it a strong suck as you came all over his face. He continued to eat you out even when you tried to get away from him but his fingers dug into your hips holding you into place.

You let out a relieved sigh when he finally let go. You couldn’t see it but Shane’s face was covered in your juices, making him lick his lips. “You taste so good, princess, almost came into my pants.” You tried to get up but Shane pushed you down, his hand resting on your back. “Oh, baby… we’re not done.”

“Shane?” you asked as you heard rustling noises as if he undressed himself all while holding you into place against the wooden table. Was he still going to fuck you? Was this really the night you’d lose your virginity?

You felt as he pulled his rock-hard member out of its fabric prison before poking it against your entrance but he didn’t enter yet, not before sliding it a few times through your throbbing pussy to gather enough slick. “Shane-“ you whined once again and heard him grunt in return. “Please-“

Just as your body started to relax his cock was suddenly gone from your throbbing entrance and positioned at your asshole. Your eyes widened in shock as realization hit you; he would fuck your ass.   “Shane, what are you doing?!” You asked panicked and felt the weight of his body on your own. “Teaching you another lesson. But this time you’ll remember for sure…”

You wanted to protest, to push him away as you were definitely not ready to take it there.

“Shane, wait, I never-“ His member slowly pushed into the tight ring of muscle as he covered your moth once again, this time to mask your screams for sure. His fingers found your clit as he drew circles over the still sensitive nub from your previous orgasm. “Fucking shit, so tight-“ he growled and your nails dug into the wood once again, this time you were sure it made you bleed. It took a few soft thrusts before the pain turned tolerable. Shane pulled slightly back before delivering a harsh thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs.

His cock entered you with such a force it literally threw your forward and your feet lost contact with the floor. You tried to grab something but your body just didn’t obey, your brain in a foggy haze as he kept fucking in you from behind.    

“Shit; how can it be so fucking tight?” he groaned and his fingers dug into the soft skin at your hips. It would leave marks; you were sure but couldn’t care less for now. With every harsh thrust his balls slapped against your throbbing clit making you close your eyes in pure bliss. You weren’t even sure how it was possible for him to be this deep inside you; his length made it seem impossible but your body proved you wrong as your hungry hole swallowed him; the grip around his dick so intense Shane felt his own release approaching.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth hung open for a silent cry, drool dripping down your chin and neck and for Shane it was the most beautiful sight; there you were, a drooling, moaning and writhing mess as he fucked your tight virgin hole. Your orgasm washed over you in intense waves; blood rushing in your ears as you came all over his dick. “Fuck!” Shane closed his eyes as well before his grip on your waist increased, threatening to break you in half as he fucked you through both of your highs. He gave one final thrust before he came hot and heavy, painting your insides white.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like this; heavy panting as Shane’s fingers still dug into your skin, his cock turning slowly soft. Shane pulled out and licked his lips as he saw his own cum dripping out of your ass and down your legs. Your legs felt like Jello and if it wasn’t for Shane, you surely would have collapsed. Shane bend down to give you an intense kiss, his teeth colliding with your own as his tongue dominated your mouth. You let it happen while your hands rested against his chest.

As he pulled away you let out a small whine and he smirked. “Hope ya learned your lesson.”

“Well…” you cleared your throat, voice all raspy. “Just because I made you cum doesn’t mean it wasn’t a lesson, ya know.” He spoke firmly but there was a hint of a smirk around his lips.

“Besides… you won’t be sitting for at least a week.”

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[furious-haste-of-malice]

❝ "You may have me," Melyanna promised him then, "but you will be mine in return." ❞

⊱ Prompt: Mind control, aphrodisiacs ⊱ Pairing: Melian x Thingol ⊱ Synopsis: Elwë chances upon an Aini in the forest and soon finds himself under her spell. Or: Melyanna's more-or-less accidental acquisition of a pet/lover/husband ⊱ Featuring: Eldritch Ainur, the effects of magic songs on the minds of incarnates, slight femdom, lady topping, light biting ⊱ Warnings: Creative liberties taken with canon, dub-con (he very much wants her, but he's also under a spell), the prompts

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: The (technically) last one for @tolkienpinupcalendar's Dead Dove December. I messed up the posting order a bit at the end, but hey, it's all here now. Well almost; I am planning to write an "extra episode", so stay tuned for that!

I'm using the Quenyan names in this because Thingol was known and referred to as Elwë at this point in time and I thought that Melian, given how Ainur are omnilingual, would "match his language settings" by introducing herself with her Quenyan name as well.

He was frozen in place, not knowing if it was him who stood still or time itself. The very air seemed to thrum with a strange, ancient spell that neither he nor the forest could escape from, woven into the very fabric of reality. 

Elwë had thought nothing of it when he had followed her song, assuming that perhaps a kinswoman had been lost and required his aid; enchanting though this voice was and unlike anything he had ever heard. 

The being that turned to face him appeared to be a woman indeed, but most certainly no Elf. Her body was covered by a thin dress, resembling a nightgown more than actual garment, her feet were bare and her skin a mottled, greyish-brown with patches of light cream. Stray brown feathers were in her hair and adorned her shoulders and limbs. Most striking though were her lips, full, plump and golden as if covered in honey, and her eyes, unfathomable pools of dark midnight blue. 

Elwë could not speak, and neither did she. Her head was tilted slightly to the side as she beheld him with unabashed curiosity. Whether this moment lasted mere seconds or a century, he could not tell; and at last, the mysterious being approached. 

Her feet, Elwë noticed, made no sound on the forest ground when she moved. 

The depths of her eyes were aglow with a fey light that reminded him of the strange beings he had encountered across the sea; and it dawned on him then that he had encountered an Aini. She was of lesser stature than Oromë and his peers, but in his eyes no less magnificent – nay, even as her wild, otherworldly appearance sent shivers of dread and excitement alike down his spine, he found her beautiful. 

Her lips no longer moved. She was silent like him, yet somehow Elwë could still hear her song within his mind. 

The Aini reached for him, placing her palm on his cheek. Her skin making contact with his felt like rain and lightning at the same time, gentle coolness spreading within him just as a searing shock surged through his muscles. 

Melyanna. Elwë knew her name then, her very being, felt it touch his own. Whether she had spoken to him through ósanwë or planted a seed of recognition inside his willing, curious mind, he could not tell.

Melyanna. He wanted to say her name, but his tongue would not obey him. He wanted to call out to her, but knew not why or what he would ask of her. 

"Beautiful," a voice – her voice – spoke to him then, mirroring his own thoughts, and Elwë realised that Melyanna had her own designs, knowing exactly what she wanted from him. 

Her hands began to roam his body, and she hummed softly, filling his ears and his very being with a playful, lilting melody until she became the focus of his world, the only thing he could perceive. The trees, the forest, the sky above, all seemed to blur and fade away, leaving only her. 

"You may have me," Melyanna promised him then, "but you will be mine in return." 

Yes, Elwë thought in response, forcing himself to nod even as his body began to feel heavier and heavier. How could he say no to her after all, the most wondrous and enchanting creature he had ever met? Such thoughts no longer crossed his mind, as did any sense of danger or duty. Only desire remained. 

Delighted, Melyanna played with his hair, carding her fingers through it until her talon-like nails nearly drew blood, then kissed him at last. She didn't taste like honey, as Elwë had expected, yet no less sweet; her lips tasted like nectar, dew and freshly fallen rain. 

The song weaving itself into his very being grew and swelled, as did the need to become hers. 

When Melyanna let go so he could breathe, sensing that her Elven companion had begun to faint in her grasp, Elwë fell to his knees. 

Please. 

After a moment of deliberation, she pushed him down with surprising assertiveness and strength, reminding him how easily his body could be broken beyond repair if she so chose; and still, he felt no fear. She was on top of him faster than his eyes could follow and kissed him again, hungry for more. 

Elwë wanted nothing more than to please her. In his mind, he saw his hands exploring her as she did to him, though he was too befuddled to tell if it was just a fantasy or if his body obeyed. All he knew was that each kiss felt like Melyanna was devouring him alive, and that his excitement grew with each shaking breath he took, inhaling her very essence. 

His clothes had disappeared at some point, either through some sort of spell or torn to shreds by the now-feral Aini on top of him, yet he remained blissfully ignorant of their fate. Arousal coursed through him with such potency that his erection pressed against her lower body with every movement, eliciting a pleased purr from Melyanna. She revealed herself fully to him then, proudly straddling his hips like he was a most prestigious conquest of hers, and allowed him to gaze upon her nudity with shameless lust and greed. 

Elwë reached out to touch her. Before his hand made contact with her alluring flesh, however, Melyanna grabbed his wrist and pushed it back down, letting out a warning growl. 

I yield, I yield, he thought. 

"Mine," was all she said in response, and he understood. 

He was not the one in control. 

Thus appeased, Melyanna lifted her hips and guided his leaking cock between her legs. Elwë could feel her, warm, wet and soft like soil after rainfall in summer, yet before he had time to enjoy the sensation or ponder whether an Aini's anatomy would even resemble that of an Elven woman, she sat down in one swift movement. 

For the first time since he had fallen under her spell, his voice rang out, a loud, desperate moan, and Melyanna joined him in kind. The mere idea of being inside her, of becoming one with her was incomprehensible and utterly maddening, let alone the sensation of her divine flesh clenching around his eagerly twitching length, gripping him like she intended to never let him go again. 

And still, it was not enough. Elwë wanted more. It felt as though her essence was seeping through his skin and into his blood, making him truly and wholly hers and driving him insane with desire. Never again was he going to touch another, never again was he going to long for another, even if he never saw her again. Melyanna had taken root within his heart, too deep to be torn out again. 

He was hers now. 

Sensing the intensity of his emotions, she began to nibble on his neck. Perhaps it had been intended as a calming or affectionate gesture, yet Elwë found himself moaning and writhing underneath her when her teeth broke skin and she quickly soothed his wounds with her tongue. 

It was too much. 

His climax shook him to the core, and he saw a bright, blinding light as if his fëa had gone to the Timeless Halls, whence his lover had come ages ago. 

Melyanna let out a low, guttural noise of triumph, but didn't stop riding him as he went limp underneath her. Elwë realised then that even as exhaustion gripped him in body and spirit, the fire of their passion still burned him alive, and that she would continue to have her way with him until she too was fully satisfied. 

And he wanted nothing more than to give himself to her. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

[luviree]

his little princess (NSFW hyunjin x fem!reader ff)

warning this ff will include dark concepts such as noncon, dubcon, and kidnapping. minors do not interact. if you are uncomfortable with dark fiction, do not interact.

tags: 18+, hyunjin x fem!reader, smut, noncon/dubcon, kidnapping, bondage, reader is a virgin, reader tastes her own cum

a/n: first ff, ik it’s shit I was think about this for a while and had to get it off my chest, please ignore any errors

“Wake up, princess.” you saw a masculine figure standing over you, with a menacing smile. you tried to speak but there was a rag stuffed in your mouth. he took off your pants. “I’ve been waiting for this day for so long..” He lowered his body to the floor. “You belong to me now.” his choice of words made you very uncomfortable and feel vulnerable, you just wanted to go home. he grabbed a rope and tied your hands together, tight.

“Need anything, princess?” you nodded your head. “I’ll be right back.” as soon as he left the room, you mapped out your surroundings. you were in what seemed to be a master bedroom. there’s a window near the dresser. you guess you’re on the second floor because it’s taking him a while to come back. the room is very clean, but you cannot find something to assist you in breaking free from your restraints. your only hope is tugging at the rope bounding your wrists until it loosens. 

the man comes back with a glass of water. he finally removes the cloth from your mouth and you feel as a part of you has been restored. “who are you?” you look into his eyes. you’ve never seen him before. 

“my name is hyunjin, but it’s daddy to you.” you wondered why he’d want a random stranger who didn’t even know him to call him that. you finished drinking the water and you looked in hyunjin’s eyes for an explanation of why he kidnapped you. “oh, you’re probably wondering when I’ll let you go,” he smiled. “never. once I’m done having my fun with you, you won’t care about going home, princess.” what in the actual fuck, you thought. he stuffed the rag back in your mouth and got up. 

hyunjin hauled you over his shoulders and laid you on the bed. you were shaking with fear. “spread your legs.” you slowly started to spread your legs but he wasn’t satisfied with that. he grabbed your legs roughly and forced them apart. his aggressiveness made you even more scared. “Come on baby, daddy doesn’t like to be played around with.” he slid his hand into your panties and toyed around with your clit. you couldn’t control your arousal and you threw your head back. “Hm, you like that?” he pushed a finger into your pussy. it wasn’t long before you came all over his hand. he stuck his cum covered fingers in his mouth and tasted your liquids. “you’re sweet.” 

hyunjin took off your panties and threw them off to the side. you could see his very obvious erection. you really didn’t want to have sex with him, but your body didn’t agree with you, every slight touch made your body yearn for more. “are you ready for me? I’ll make sure your very first is the best you ever will have.” he unbuckled his belt and got rid of his pants and his boxers. he placed his tip at your entrance. he noticed how squeamish you got when he did. so he teased your overly sensitive pussy with his tip, making you twitch with pleasure. this continued for a while until he finally pushed his full length into your hole making you scream. 

hyunjin thrusted in and out of you like there was no tomorrow. he didn’t slow down nor show you any mercy. “ah- fuck, you feel so good.” you were drowning in pleasure, it felt way too good. “who owns you princess?” he took out the rag out of your mouth once again. 

“y-you do..” he sped up. 

“no that’s not right,” he looked at you, hair messy, mouth drooling. “who owns you?.” the feeling of his cock pumping inside you made it hard for you to even think.

“y-you do, d-daddy..” even after that, he didn’t slow down. you were close to orgasm when he pulled out. you looked at him confused. 

“baby, I want to see beg for it.” he smirked at you.

“p-please c-cock..” you mumbled out, now that he got you so worked up you wanted it so bad. he smiled and pushed himself back in. you couldn’t control your moans. which each thrust, orgasm became closer. before you could even open up your mouth to speak. hyunjin and you both came together . 

“shit, that felt good..” he pulled out, watching your cum spill out of your abused pussy. “don’t you want me to completely own you, make you mine?” you shook your head.

“n-no.. I can’t.” he grins at you. 

“then it’s time for round two.” he said while stroking your thigh.

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

Asana roasting Roa went quite differently in the dub but it was still quite funny!

For people who haven't seen the sub, Roa hit on Asana here (in a pretty sleazy way) to which Asana pretty much destroyed him by translating R6's whirring into "I'm not someone who calls girls 'baby' because unlike you, I'm a gentleman," which felt pretty earned and hilarious.

In my head, Asana is making up what R6 is saying (at least in this scene) in both versions so the dub felt a little harsh since Roa didn't really do anything but Roa's no longer a creep in the dub so it evens out.

[tawneybel]

Note: Request rules.

Imagine your lover Coach Willis requesting you wear a sheer, white t-shirt to school.

“What? You  want me to go bra-less while I’m at it?”

“That’d be great.”

He suggested wearing something buttoned or zippered over it, so you could discreetly high beam him… throughout the day. You were a little too demure to do something like that. At least while in a secret relationship. But you compromise by way of a dark brassiere under the sheer, white t-shirt. Underneath a cardigan. Allowing modest glimpses at the right angles.

It’s not enough. Later, when it’s just the two of you, Coach seems to be thirsting harder than usual. Not that you’d ever complain.

Getting caught would put a damper on-

Greedy hands slid your shirt up. “Hey!”

“Take your bra,” he huffed, “off. Or do I need to do it for you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Hopefully, this wouldn’t be like the time you got so wet, your arousal ran down your leg. Past your skirt. But Coach Willis insisted he needed easy access. At the beginning of the affair, you promised to be “always available.”

So you stood there, brassiere joining your neatly folded cardigan on an office desk. His tongue darted over his lips.

My eyes are up here.

Whenever he got that look, you knew your teats were going to be pampered. You started to raise your shirt again while the coach took a swig of water.

“No.”

“No?”

Before you could react, he emptied the bottle on your chest. Uncomfortably cool liquid completely soaked through the cloth. Further hardening your nipples.

“Um, didn’t know you were a fan of wet t-shirt contests, sir.” Your giggling was muffled by his hand. What? Ow!

Joe Willis’s wasn’t suckling so much as slurping, apathetic as to whether his teeth scraped your soft skin, or not. I may as well be topless, you thought, not daring to uncover your mouth.

What’s gotten into you, Coach?

[r1ngbanana]

Rating: Explicit 🔞🔞

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7

Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud, Zack/Cloud, Ifalna & Sephiroth

Summary: Cloud Strife is a trans man and First Class SOLDIER, married to his loving husband Zack Strife. They're in the process of trying to conceive, but haven't had much luck so far.

When Zack is out on a mission, Cloud is home alone, emotional and horny when his husband's mission is extended.

When his boss and ex-lover Sephiroth shows up with a pint of Chunky Chocobo ice cream and a pair of grey sweatpants to check up on him, he remembers the man he once loved, what they shared, and how they ended up where they are now married to different people.

Despite Sephiroth's many attempts to swoon Cloud before in a vulnerable state, surely he couldn't tempt him even now... could he?

Inspired by “Easy” by Angelgotchi (mind the CW/tags!): https://archiveofourown.org/works/31234121

Read the tags and warnings plz!

[forsaken-at-one]

Hi, I'm kinda new to tumblr, at least when it comes to posting stuff myself. Please have patience with me!

This blog is meant for adults exclusively, minors please leave and don't interact!

I'll mostly post writing here and maybe some sketches.

The contents here will probably mostly be very dark and controversial, so I wanna state here that I do not condone the things I write about or depict in real life at all. Also my English might be wonky as its not my native language, but I do my best!

With that said, here's a sort of trigger warning for this blog in general: you can expect writings/depictions of unhealthy relationships, abuse, non-con, dub-con, and Pokephillia (and adjacened topics were I'm not sure if they have names too, like dragons, or other fantasy creatures in relations with humans/humanoids)

Okay uh yeah feel absolutely free to block me right away if this isn't your thing! I don't mind and do not wish to hurt or make anyone uncomfortable.

I'm still kinda grappling with the fact that I'm into reading fiction like that myself , so I really understand being freaked out by it haha...

If you don't mind it and stick around, I'm happy for any sort of engagement, and you can feel free to chat with me (sorry if I take long to respond)

[furious-haste-of-malice]

𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝑵𝒐 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔

His skin tasted like ash. To a Balrog, it was delicious. Gothmog could spend hours just licking and cleaning him with his tongue. 

Maybe he would. 

⊱ Pairing(s): Gothmog x Melkor ⊱ Synopsis: When Gothmog guards a sleeping Melkor, he decides to remind his lord of how gorgeous he is. ⊱ Featuring: Body worship, rimming ⊱ Warnings: Smut, dub-con, bit of somnophilia ⊱ Oneshot (~1.9k)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Based on an anon request that I lost for a while and managed to dig up again. My apologies. I hope you enjoy this one regardless ♡

He was confined in a body of blood, flesh and bone, but was no less glorious and beautiful than he had been once upon a time. 

Gothmog had been standing guard at the entrance of his lord's chambers for hours now, silent and motionless, only smouldering embers giving away his presence in the shadows. His fiery gaze idly scanned his surroundings for anything unusual or dangerous, but mostly rested on the one who kept drawing his attention despite his best efforts. 

Melkor was asleep. It was a habit he had developed once his fána had become a hröa and permanently bound his spirit, one most Ainur had no need for, yet the Balrogs were no strangers to. In times of peace they would often retreat into the deepest pits of Angband and rest. A vulnerable but undeniably comfortable state to be in; though certainly strange to see from a being as driven as the Dark Vala was, or used to be. 

There was movement in the bed. Melkor was turning around again, this time ending up on his stomach. His cheek was pressed against his pillow, and he was facing the entrance where his favourite Balrog stood. Gothmog, forgetting about his duties for a moment, studied his face. With his eyes closed and his lips parted to breathe, the Vala looked strangely earthly, his divinity obscured by ashen skin and living flesh. 

But beautiful nevertheless, Gothmog said to himself once again. No matter what he did, his thoughts always cycled back to this. He had always found Melkor to be quite alluring, yet only his current state made it fully palpable. Beauty, dark and terrible as it might be in the eyes of others, that could be perceived, felt, touched, if only he came closer and stretched out his hand... 

He blinked. It wasn't the first time such fantasies had entered his mind, but in the past they had never felt so concrete. Real. Achievable for one willing to try. Gothmog knew of course how powerful Melkor was, but also how much his creations and wars had weakened him. He knew how much smaller this hröa was compared to his previous forms, smaller than a Balrog. 

And most importantly he knew that he had his lord's favour. He was strong, he was loyal, he was needed. 

Would Melkor deny him a little indulgence after ages of service? Could he deny him?

Gothmog blinked. The image of the beautiful and beautifully vulnerable Vala remained, as did his thoughts and ancient desire to be closer to him. 

He gazed down the hallway. Everything was safe, nobody was there, except for the Orc guards standing outside. But his lord's incarnate servants were wise enough not to enter — those who hadn't been were no longer alive — and thus would neither see him leave his post nor enter the chambers. 

Gothmog made up his mind. He had no intention of hurting the Vala, and Melkor knew this. Should know at least. But he believed he could manage either way. 

Moving as quietly as he could, he entered his lord's chambers and closed the door behind him. It wouldn't even appear suspicious if anybody happened to come along, as it wasn't uncommon for him to be summoned for a private audience. His peers would know not to disturb. 

Melkor slept, unaware that his captain and chief enforcer now approached him. Gothmog regarded him silently for a while, then reached out to touch his hair. It felt soft and made no move to curl around his hand or any other offensive or defensive action. Pliable like an incarnate's. But the sensation was pleasant and felt intimate; he couldn't recall the last time he had touched the Vala's hair, if ever. What a pity it would have been to never experience it. 

The rest of Melkor's hröa was covered by a blanket and furs on top. It had to be warm underneath, Gothmog thought appreciatively. For a moment he was tempted to crawl under the blankets himself, but knew all too well that fabric and fur would most likely not appreciate his fiery form. Not that his lord wasn't a spirit of fire — alongside many other elements and talents — as well, though he tended to be on fire a lot less these days. 

Careful not to disturb him, Gothmog pulled down the blanket and found Melkor naked underneath. When he was relaxing in his chambers, he usually covered his hröa with a silken robe or a fur cloak or other simple, comfortable clothing, but he had removed those before bed. Neither the cool air nor the Balrog's warm hands against his skin seemed to bother him, however; he barely moved. 

Gothmog was stunned. He was close, so close to whatever he desired... but what was that? The amount of possibilities stunned him for a moment, then excitement won out. He was going to explore, simple as that. Gently of course, after all this was his lord and not a random prisoner. It was done out of love and respect. 

He leaned down to plant small kisses on Melkor's shoulders, then upper spine, then neck, following muscle and bone. No reaction from the Vala, only soft breathing. Maybe the touch was even welcome, at least enough not to be perceived as hostile or bothersome. If he perceived it at all; Gothmog could sense that his hröa remained unconscious and his ëala in the Unseen Realm, most likely dreaming.

His skin tasted like ash. To a Balrog, it was delicious. Gothmog could spend hours just licking and cleaning him with his tongue. 

Maybe he would. 

He continued his trail of kisses, this time down Melkor's spine. It was only when he reached his tailbone that he elicited the first reaction, a sigh and some restless shifting. Reflexively, Gothmog placed his clawed hand on his lower back to keep him from turning around again. The current position was preferable, allowing him to access the parts of his lord's hröa that he was most curious about. 

Pulling down the blanket further, he exposed strong thighs and a shapely backside. A shame he sits on a throne most of the time. A waste even, Gothmog thought to himself, licking his lips. He wondered again if he was going too far, but remembered all too well how often Melkor had indulged in the pleasures of the flesh with various partners of various shapes and sexes. What objection would he have to being pleasured? Only that he had uttered no command, but being worshipped by one of his most loyal servants hardly needed to be asked for. 

Now determined to get a taste of what he had dreamed about for so long, Gothmog's large, clawed hands parted his lord's thighs and his tongue found the most sensitive part of his hröa. Had anyone ever touched him there, the Lord of Balrogs wondered, or was he the first? Either way he could find no traces of another, neither taste nor scent, and it pleased him immensely. 

The sensation of his rough tongue brushing repeatedly against the puckered rim of the Vala's entrance was what elicited more of a reaction, causing Melkor to moan softly as he slowly awoke. To Gothmog's surprise, it was him who spread his legs more and tilted his hips as if to demand more, and he was happy to oblige. To work even the tip of his tongue inside that tight little hole would take a while, but his lord being relaxed and perhaps even willing would make it easier. 

He wanted to know what it felt like to be inside him. 

Melkor mumbled something, maybe a name, maybe an endearment. Part of Gothmog wanted to know, part of him didn't. He was uncertain whether he had been recognized and preferred to at least pretend his lord hadn't spoken to another lover. Determined, he tightened his grip on the Vala's surprisingly pliable flesh to grant himself better access and pushed his tongue against his rim until the tip made its way inside, twitching and tasting eagerly. 

From the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of bright blue. Melkor was awake now and looking over his shoulder. 

"Gothmog...?" 

It pleased him to finally hear his name, even spoken in confusion rather than passion, though his lord's breathless voice betrayed his own lust. 

"Forgive me, my king," he said through ósanwë, "I just wish to serve and worship you as others have been allowed to and remind you of your beauty." 

The answer was another throaty moan. Melkor seemed pleased, at least enough not to protest. 

Gothmog pushed his tongue deeper inside. He had no hopes of being allowed to penetrate his lord in other ways and not foolish enough to attempt to mount him, but he would gladly pleasure him instead and take care of himself later. Perhaps it was an opportunity. Perhaps he could at least get away with it. Either way, he was going to make it count. 

He lifted Melkor's hips just so he could slide one hand underneath, reached for his cock and found it already hard. He likes it. Gothmog had certainly hoped he would, but one could never be sure, especially when it came to putting such a proud Vala in a submissive position. 

But there was no protest, no fighting. Melkor let him push his tongue deeper and stroke his cock, only letting out the occasional moan to spur him on. It resonated deep within Gothmog's ëala, reminding him of his most ancient purpose: Not just to fight and conquer, but to serve. And serve he would gladly. 

Hot flesh clenching around his tongue, smooth cool skin against his palm, a song of pleasure in his ears. His own being was in such a state of bliss that he was nearly overcome by his own lust, but climax was the one thing he would deny himself. Not before his lord. 

And fortunately, Melkor didn't deny this boon either. It didn't take long for his hröa to tremble in Gothmog's hands and seed to stain the black satin sheets he was resting on, like a reward for such a spontaneous act of service. 

What followed was silence. 

Dutifully and despite his burning desire, Gothmog withdrew. He didn't know what to say or do next. The Vala's eyes found his, and he could tell that his lord didn't know either. 

After a few tense seconds, Melkor finally spoke.

"You may return to your post." 

While not dangerously cold, his tone was firm. Gothmog lowered his head and acquiesced with no further comment or protest, exiting his lord's chambers. There was a small pang of disappointment when he resumed his previously abandoned guard duty, but he told himself he should be glad. At least Melkor hadn't called a blizzard upon him to snuff out the flames of his passion and his life alike. 

If nothing else, he had gotten away with it and could still taste frost and ash on his tongue. 

[sleepingdeath-light]

a taste of heaven ; 18+

requested by ; jamiewintons (kinktober entry)

word count ; 1302

content ; sexually explicit content, heavily dubious consent (lying about identity to sleep with reader), oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal sex, infidelity (reader figures out she isn’t sleeping with jamie but chooses to continue anyway)

fandom ; you, me & the apocalypse

pairing ; ariel conroy x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Ariel had been obsessed with you from the very first moment he’d seen your face; bright features flashing across his doofus brother’s lock screen along with a sickening declaration of ‘love’ and ‘luck’ for the coming day — with the memory of those words alone being enough to make his stomach churn all these months later. But now that he had you in his arms, he could say that it was all worth it — all of the stalking, all of the hacking, all of the studying Jamie’s mannerisms and idiolect, all of those sleepless nights — because you were even better than he hoped you’d be.

You were so far beyond his wildest dreams that he didn’t even know where to begin when you’d first let him into your home (brushing off his well rehearsed excuses of the bank closing early with such ease that he almost felt guilty for taking advantage of your trusting nature). Though he quickly found his footing after recalling a recent conversation he’d observed between you and your oh so perfect boyfriend where you’d expressed a want to be more… creative when he ate you out.

And, luckily for you, Ariel was much more willing to accommodate your request than his more prudish counterpart.

—————

Jamie always took his time with you, so Ariel took great care to do the same: careful and slow as he dragged your sweatpants and underwear down your legs, following the thin lace hem with his lips as he kissed his way from your hips to your knees and then back up again until your pants are completely out of his way and he’s free to comfortably settle between your thighs; tender and deliberate in how he moved your legs to rest comfortably on either side of his head, massaging your waist in soothing circular patterns as he slowly leaned forwards and began to kitten-lick his way along your slit — barely even tasting you and yet still having to physically restrain himself from getting drunk on your scent and flavour; cautious and caring in how his movements escalate, looking up at you from between your thighs with those beautiful brown eyes (that somehow, to you, feel very un-Jamie-like) to watch for any signs of discomfort as he dips his tongue further between your lips — going millimetre by millimetre, so painfully slow, until the very tip of his tongue is able to just barely graze against your dripping entrance and tickle your aching clit; intentional and gentle in how he uses one slender hand to push down on your stomach to encourage you to lay flat against the bed as he remains kneeling before you, silencing your protests with chaste kisses against your inner thighs before refocusing his attention on your centre. He was doing such a good job of mimicking his twin until he wasn’t — until you made that sound and arched your back and something in him snapped and he became outwardly Ariel once again.

And to you it was as if he’d become a completely different person: rougher, louder, more desperate than anything you’d ever known of your Jamie. But, despite your initial shock, you couldn’t even bring yourself to complain or to consider pushing him away. Not when it felt so damn good…

So, instead, you just pulled him closer and gave in to the moment completely: revelling in the way he sloppily shoved two (then three) of those delightfully slender (but oddly more calloused than you recalled them being) fingers inside of your gushing cunt and thrust them straight into your g-spot with such ferocity that it had your legs slamming shut around his head; letting your mind grow delightfully blank and fuzzy as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on the swollen nub, only able to moan and whine and cry out his name like a bitch in heat whilst he worked your body like a well-practised instrument; basking in his attention as he slurred curses and praise against your wet pussy and trembling inner thighs — treating your body like a whore whilst earnestly complimenting everything about you in a way that your foggy mind could only liken to a first time.

‘… more beautiful than I imagined,’

‘Perfect.’

‘You taste so good.’

‘Fuck… do that again,’

‘That’s it, princess.’

Princess? Jamie didn’t call you ‘princess’. He called you things like ‘darling’ and ‘my love’ and ‘sweetheart’, but he had never called you that before. You couldn’t even imagine him saying it at all unless he was trying to be funny, it was just so very unlike him. And yet he had, just now, with his lips still wet with your slick and his fingers buried in your cunt as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to say.

And then the realisation hit that maybe — well, more than maybe — this wasn’t Jamie. A very Jamie-like person who was very so slightly off: his eyes were still beautiful and easy to lose yourself in, but they weren’t brimming with as much earnest love as they usually did; his hair was already a complete mess without you messing with it, almost as if it had been forced into Jamie’s style and wasn’t quite used to sitting in such a way yet; he was devouring you like a starved man would a royal feast with the ferocity of an animal, so rough you were sure you’d be aching, whilst Jamie was usually nothing short of patient and gentle with you — taking his time no matter how much you begged because he used sex as an emotional outlet rather than just a source of carnal pleasure. This not-Jamie — whoever he was — had done an incredible impression of your boyfriend, uncannily so even, but he was ever so slightly off.

Yet that off-ness had been lost on you long enough for him to sneak into your home and into your bed. Jamie would be destroyed if he found out…

But somehow you didn’t care — you weren’t even scared. Too blinded by the unfamiliar-familiarity of those large, cold, slender hands manhandling you across the bed and spreading your legs to accommodate his slim frame as he hastily unbuckled his belt and freed his straining cock from its confines. Too distracted by the unpleasant emptiness that followed him pulling his fingers out of your cunt, followed by the startling warmth and almost-familiar stretch of his dick taking their place inside of you — pleas for more spilling from your lips in place of any protest as you eagerly wrapped your legs around his waist and urged him to fill you to the brim. Overcome with the need to be fucked and stretched and used until you were spent and dumb, calling out for the man you knew wasn’t with you until those not-quite-familiar lips crashed against yours and every pretty noise you tried to make was swallowed by a hot, wet mouth attached to a greedy, rough man you couldn’t get enough of.

Because as long as he was doing this — groping at your waist and chest with an unmatched roughness, pounding into you with a speed and harshness that had the headboard banging against the bedroom wall, and kissing you so messily that your lips were swollen, wet, and bleeding — you couldn’t care less who he was. Jamie, not Jamie, it wouldn’t matter until it was all over.

Until your orgasm had washed over you and you were left covered in sweat and slick and saliva, filled to leaking with a strange Jamie-like man’s cum, on your shared bed with your partner. Panting and aching and tired and almost feeling guilty for how not guilty about the whole thing you felt. Praying that Jamie — the real Jamie — never finds out.

After all, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.

[katherineholmes]

Klaus is cursed by Esther to remain in werewolf form for all time. No magic or blood or rituals work to reverse the curse except sex magic.

With the human doppelgänger.

For @sevensistersofsussex @amandamonroe

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[tawneybel]

Note: “How about Ryan Torres finding the reader 💅👌 herself in the backrooms? Idk man😭 I'm just a Ryan Torres simp.” (“Break room” and not, like, “The Backrooms,” right?)

Imagine Ryan finding you touching yourself in the back room.

Ooh, she meant polishing her pearl, not her nails.

Ryan smiled. Trent Reznor’s crooning had you enthralled. He had been planning to prank Heather, but this’d be more amusing. Besides, her tolerance for his antics wasn’t as high as yours.

Song’s seven minutes. Better get moving if you want her to finish before “Closer.”

No glove, no love, Ryan remembered as he headed back to gather some fun things.

You looked up, parted mouth quickly shutting when you noticed the door was ajar. You unstuck your back and bare rump from the wall. As well as your middle finger from your clit. Slick was running down your leg, you were so horny.

The door had not only been shut, but locked, while Ryan closed up. Your excuse would be he liked to pull pranks and you didn’t like being startled while painting nails. Five down, five more to go. It took some self control not to grip your bare thigh when jillin’ it.

You were about to use your sticky hand to pull your under-wear up, then nudge the door closed. But the approaching climaxes couldn’t be ignored. Your finger found its way back to your clit, then you stepped forward.

Just before the door swung shut completely, a skeletal hand shot out. No, a black glove with white bones. Some poor trapped mall goth looking for an exit?

Skirt, panties, and tights pooled around your ankles. No time to pull ‘em up. A leering skull entered next, sockets hollow yet seeming to catch a glimpse of your vulva, before your painted hand covered it.

You want a finger, ______? Or a tongue? Ryan wanted to ask, but the intruding spirit inside him was too eager to continue encroaching. His host's coworker was dripping ready.

[mcsuckethard]

Hung Out to Dry

I don't have an explanation for myself, I'm entering this fandom by dropping a less than 1000 word fic about McGucket getting assaulted, what do you want from me

[tteokdoroki]

ᯓ★ ONCE UPON A FUCK ME !? — kinktober 2024 !

mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the filthiest fairytale of them all? your favourite storybook characters, reimagined.

✧ there’s a note from your fairy godmother - hello my angels !! welcome to another kinktober. i hope you guys are as excited as i am. wave your magic wand here ! to join the taglist. rb for a happy ending ₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡.

✧ read the blurb - each of the following fairytales contain nsfw and dark themes. fem!reader. each fic comes with its own warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER ONE RAPUNZEL - satoru gojo.

[OCT 1ST ★ BONDAGE] once upon a time, a girl trapped in a tower with nothing but her extremely lavish, long hair as company decides…fuck it and sleeps with a handsome stranger to get what she wants.

additional kinks. orgasm control, sensory deprivation, edging, thigh riding, spit kink, outer-course, begging, switching.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER EIGHT BEAUTY & THE BEAST - katsuki bakugou.

[OCT 8TH ★ MONSTER FUCKING] once upon a time, a village girl thinks to herself — fuck it! being trapped inside a castle with a monstrous sexy bloody beast isn’t so bad… she might as well make it worth her while.

additional kinks. bath sex, soft sex, blood play, size kink, praise kink, body worship, body modifications.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER FIFTEEN CINDERELLA - tobio kageyama.

[OCT 15TH ★ MUTUAL MASTURBATION] once upon a time, a soon-to-be crowned princess, once down on her luck, says fuck it and settles on consummating her marriage with the crown prince before they’re actually due to be married.

additional kinks. oral sex, clothed sex, cherry chasing, first time, corruption.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE LITTLE MERMAID - eijirou kirishima.

[OCT 16TH ★ FUCK OR DIE] once upon a time, a princess decides — fuck it! fuck the engagement. who cares when a sexy half-man, half -fish…prince? whatever! needs to drown her in an ocean of pleasure in order to survive…

additional kinks. underwater sex, ritualistic sex, voice kink, pain kink, choking, quickie.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER TWENTY TWO SLEEPING BEAUTY - seishiro nagi.

[OCT 22ND ★ SOMNOPHILIA] once upon a time, a brave knight, destined to marry someone she’d never met, says fuck it and plans to reap the rewards of saving the prince from eternal slumber. without realising that he’s already awake…

additional kinks. hold the moan, overstimulation, cockwarming, dacryphilia, outer-course, free use, dub con, cumplay.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER TWENTY NINE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD - yuuji itadori.

[OCT 29TH ★ KNOTTING] once upon a time, a curious little girl says fuck it and disobeyes her mother’s only wish. stay on the path when you visit your granny, you don’t want to get snatched up by the big bad wolf.

additional kinks. wolf hybrids, mating season, oral fixation, sweat + scent kink, pregnancy kink, lactation, breeding, a/b/o.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ BONUS CHAPTER: GOLDILOCKS & THE THREE BEARS - bachira, isagi 'n nagi.

[OCT 31ST ★ CUCKING] once upon a time, a sweet little bear hybrid on her own in the woods decides... fuck it! she'll teach that pesky thief goldilocks what it really means to share. with the help of friends, of course.

additional kinks. bear hybrids, double penetration, mutual masturbation, deep throating, brat taming, exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, foursome, dub-con, coercion, marking, oral sex.

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