#mr. o'whora's work !

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about omega!ghost who's refused to take anyone up whenever he entered his heat. he's all bared teeth and snarls, snapping sharp teeth at anyone that stares a moment too long, threatens to bite any alpha's throat out if they get too close. he becomes almost feral, defensive and aggressive.

the others help out where they can, lending their heavy scented clothes where they can, deterring any nosy folk from getting too close to his door. they leave meals, from breakfast to dinner, and snacks in between. hell, they probably block off his entire hallway.

things change when you arrive, an alpha, but just a fill in for some upcoming missions. you're respectful and keep your distance of any omega that are bound to enter their heat, ghost included. but aside from this, ghost gets along with you, surprisingly well. he can almost overlook the fact that you're an alpha, almost.

but not enough. his omegan brain rears its ugly head when you begin to avoid him, a few days prior to his heat. his brain tells him you're not interested in him, but fuck, can't you see he needs you? surely a good alpha wouldn't turn down their own packmate in need...

his brain is correct. when he seeks you all, the telltale sign of his heat wafting down his thigh, and after he gives his consent over and over again, you help him out.

which is how you get ghost to bend over, his back arched and ass to the heavens. you'd grip his waist, nails digging into his pale skin and over the stretch marks and season old scars, and hammer your cock into his soppy wet pussy. his ass, firm and round, jiggles with every thrust of of your hips.

he'd be babbling and sooo loud, teary in the face. his skin would be flushed, cunt gripping you tightly, the sweet and sharp scent of an omegan in heat, being bred, has you fucking into him as if its the only thing keeping you alive.

[miguel-owhora]

hmmm thinking about a COD ABO au where the 141 live in a society where alphas are typically seen at the top of the pack, with betas and omegas as their subordinates. They're used to omegas being submissive and traditionally housepartners.

Enter the reader: this towering, large, heavyset omega who comes from a different society where omegas are actually on top of the pack, where they're more aggressive and territorial compared to the other two sexes.

The others expect you to roll over, maybe be more submissive, and they're quickly proven wrong when you snap at Price when he gets a little close—and it startles them, because an omega just snapped at the head alpha.

The boys grow intrigued by you, but they quickly learn not to overstep your boundaries; you show them you have no qualms with baring your teeth at them. You're not mean, you're polite and respectful as long as they respect you. However, some other idiot doesn't realize this and gets the idea that you need to learn your place; an omega shouldn't be ordering them around, shouldn't even be a soldier, nevermind be anything but a househusband.

The boys get a glimpse of how different omegas are in your society when they see you force the other alpha into submission, sinking your sharp teeth into the back of their neck, threaten to bitch them if they don't learn their place. Blood glints over your slick spit teeth, pupils dilated and feral with aggression and anger. You hold them in a scruff, pinning them down with your body and strength, until the idiot submits. Only then do you let them go with their metaphorical tail tucked between their legs, and you raise your head, glaring at anyone who'll meet your gaze, and ask if anyone else wants to get bitched.

Gaz has to smack Soap's hand down when it starts to rise, ignoring the chubbing in their individual pants as you dip from sight, with Ghost watching you with dark eyes, and Price eventually calling everyone back to their activities. Though, it's a silent agreement that all four boys slink back to their rooms to rub one off to the idea of you bitching them out.

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about retired!price, so insatiable with nothing to do, fingering his cunt and grinding against pillows with your musk thick shirt pressed up against his nose. his body becomes softer with nothing to do, love handles forming and a bigger belly growing, with thighs soft and jiggly, and an ass so pretty and plush like a sweet, juicy peach.

you're still away on deployment, a couple years younger than price and still in your prime. you can't wait for the day where you finally retire, where you can spend the rest of your days with your husband.

but price can't wait—he's paranoid that someone else will get your attention and steal you away from him. someone younger, more attractive, and despite your reassurance that such thing won't happen, it eats away at him. so he does the only logical thing he can come up with.

when you come back on break, you have a hard time getting john off you. he's insatiable, his fingers running all over your body, more than happy to pull down your pants and lavish your cock in affection. he'll throw you onto bed, remind you why exactly he was captain, and milk you for all you're worth. he'll run you dry and keep on going, as if he was young again. and sure, his legs burn, exhaustion nips at him, but fuck, he'll keep on making you cum inside his pussy if it means he'll have your kids.

[miguel-owhora]

imagine Miguel becoming obsessed with you just to steal your underwear or even your spider suit, and masturbating to your garments pressed up against his nose. He'd probably rut into his own hand, maybe press a vibrator against himself until he's shooting blanks. Something about your scent just feels right, and just calms him down—actually, it makes him crazy.

Miguel who becomes so obsessed he asks LYLA to order a custom made dildo based off your cock; mind you, he's never actually seen it before so he's surprised when it arrives. He always thought you were at least decently sized, average maybe, but it seems he underestimated you. Nevertheless, Miguel fingers his hole open, stretches himself to the thoufht of you touching him.

And then he slowly sinks down on the dildo, whining high in his throat and gasping, pupils dilating. He rides the dildo to the fantasy of how you'd touch him, fuck him even, and probably buries his nose in your briefs again. It doesn't take long before he groaning and coming all over again, one that leaves him teary and breathless, and shaking all over.

[miguel-owhora]

Cult AU but König's always been devoted to you, even at a young age.

Whereas the rest of the children would be picking at the dirt looking for worms or playing with a ball, König would find himself in the library, reading over the Script—the holy book of the cult, like their cursed version of the Bible—and memorizing every word. He looked up to you, their Lord and Savior, the holiest of deities, picking their little community as your main followers.

He wants to become close to you, wants to become your most devoted follower. Instead of choosing to become a hunter or a nurse or a farmer or a cook or a seamstress or a librarian or whatever other role there is, instead of choosing to become a guard, which should've been the most obvious choice for someone like him—already such a big kid, with the potential to become an even bigger and stronger guard—he chooses to become a Disciple, the closest connection they have to you, the ones who work with the Priest to keep the community in line and their devotion strong.

This leads to König becoming an outcast in the community, getting teased and bullied, shunned by his own family who find it embarrassing for someone as big as him to be a disciple. Which is usually an honor, but not when everyone was expecting you to be a guard. But König doesn't care if he's shunned and an outcast, not when he loves devoting all his teenhood and adulthood worshipping you, spending every second that isn't spent on rereading the Script or eating or using the restroom, to worship you. On his hands and knees, kneeling at the Holy Statue within the temple, slipping between German and English in his prayers, hoping for your attention.

It's this hope that becomes a reality when you appear before him, replacing the Holy Statue with your Holy appearance. You're as gorgeous as the Script describes you, perhaps even more, and König nearly passes out from how stunned he is.

You tell him you've been watching over his community for a while, but that he stood out amongst the rest. That you've never experienced such devotion before, and can't help but wonder how far he'll go.

There's no hesitation when König tells you there's no limitation to his devotion. He'll do whatever you want, no matter how cruel or weird it is; he wants to please you, he wants to make you happy.

Which is how König ends up between your thighs, sucking on your dick, and shit, it's fucking huge. You're already bigger than he is, being a God and all, even in your human form. So your cock is bigger than his literal thigh, than his forearm. He struggles to take it into his mouth, but makes it up by literally worshipping it. Kissing your cockhead, along the length, licking it, sucking on your firm balls—it's dirty and nasty, and it goes against everything a disciple isn't supposed to do, but fuck, if his Holiness commands him to do it, König's not one to turn it down.

Eventually, you have König bent over on his arms and knees, ass in the air. His own cock dangles between his legs, dripping at the tip. You stretch him open with your fingers, and it has him squirming and crying out, the first time he's ever done something like this. Eventually, you push your cock in, and König probably passes out, just to come back to consciousness to feel you fucking him.

König's literally crazy so he'd be babbling for more and half-slurred words you can't comprehend. He'd cum so many times before you even give him your first load, and it's only through your powers that you keep him awake and going, up until you cum inside of him. He'd be thanking you through a flushed and teary eyed face, strands of his auburn hair falling in front of his face.

You pull out, uncaring of how your cum streams after his puffy and stretched him. You aren't kind, you aren't nice, not by nature, but you hold off from being cruel and will him back into his original appearance, without the hand bruises on his skin or the cuts making him bleed, less flushed than before. König's disappointed he won't have any gifts from your interaction, hoping to have the cuts scar over, but you soothe him by telling him you'll ask for him soon again.

Despite you cleaning him over, König leaves the temple on trembling legs, with a limp. He avoids everyone's concern and comments, and probably goes back to his little cottage, where he'll probably coo over the cum leaking from his hole, over his puffy hole, eagerly awaiting for your next call.

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about eddie eating your pussy out, has you flat on the bed, his calloused hands spreading your cunt open. his tongue dips inside your hole, listening to your low groans and breathy whimpers, taking note of how you stiffen when he takes your cock into his mouth, suckling on the engorged thing, how you tremble.

it's a type of pleasure you can't explain. the feeling of his beard and his mouth on your cock, fuck, you can't help but roll over yours onto his face... and eddie gets an idea. he taps your hip and, though flustered with a pretty blush across his face, asks you to sit on his face.

through some shuffling you end on eddie's face, grinding on it. you're careful not to lay your complete weight on him, even if he insists, begs, for you to do so. you silence him with the taste of your pussy, drooling into his mouth, tcock bumping against his nose as he all but eats you out.

it goes like that for a while, with eddie pliant underneath you, letting you grind against his face to your liking... until you give a sharp startled and aroused moan when the texture of his face and mouth change.

you gasp out venom's name when his tongue unfurls inside your cunt, easily prodding at your sweet spot; has you doubling over you. the symbiote's transformation was too quick for you to stop, but with how good his mouth feels, why would you ever think of stopping him?

venom growls out something unintelligible, claws grabbing onto your waist and easily forcing your weight onto him—which is featherweight for him. he grinds you onto his tongue, one of his fingers moving onto your cock and rubbing it, just like how he's seen eddie do to you several times. while he never understood the way humans mate, he finds he quite likes the sounds that slip from your mouth; but not as much as he likes the taste of your pussy.

your orgasm comes quicker than expected, and you're helpless to do anything but throw your head back and groan out some guttural variation of venom's name, clenching around his tongue. venom enjoys the treat you offer, eagerly licking up the excess slick that builds up, before taking out his tongue and flicking it over your sensitive cock that has you jerking your hips.

you're panting, supported only by venom's hands that keep you propped up. the symbiote licks his maw, chasing the aftertaste of your pussy, and in typical venom fashion, growls out in a pleased tone, "mm, boy pussy."

[miguel-owhora]

hngfhf thinking about steven sucking your dick 😵‍💫 he'd be so flustered and shy, but my god does he have a mouth on him. slowly wiggling his hips, side to side, his pussy leaking inside his pants as he mouths away at your balls. they're heavy and firm, and his mouth waters at the musk. letting his spit dribble down your length as he presses kisses to your balls, his hand wrapped around your cock and slowly jerking it off.

maybe he'll even make eye contact as he licks a flat stripe up your length, lick away at an angry vein and wrap his mouth around your cockhead. he'll look away after that, suddenly embarrassed and aware of what he's doing—until you reach down and card your fingers through his hair. curl them and gently scratch at his scalp, mutter a "good boy" underneath your breath and fuck, it has steven squeezing his thighs and slip into subspace.

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about 141 and their stupid dick measuring contests. when you arrive, they include you—consider it a team bonding experience. imagine their surprise when you pull out your cock; it's nearly half the size of ghost's thigh: it's fucking massive.

it leaves them bewildered because you're short! how can someone so short pack something so big? however you do it, it doesn't matter. they can't help but wonder how it'd feel to have something in them, and curiosity turns to handjobs, handjobs to blowjobs, and blowjobs to fucking until you're leaving them gaping with your cum slipping out and your teammates begging for more.

[miguel-owhora]

omega!batman's the type of guy to capture your attention by letting his pheromones linger in the air, the enticing scent of an omega in near heat making your legs move before you can think.

just to end up in an alley with the darkly cladded hero in the back, with the bottom half of his gear removed. his pussy—plumped and framed by neatly trimmed pubic hair—is soaking wet with his slick, his pretty cock—small yet still noticable—poking out with interest.

naturally, being quiet is in his nature. but the relief he gets with your cock thrusting in and out of his burning cunt even has him being louder than usual. of course in this case, being louder than usual means he's quietly grunting and biting his lips. he has to bite down on his fist when he ends up squirting—fuck, he didn't even know he could do that—around your knot when it catches on his hole.

[miguel-owhora]

tf141 but it's trans force 141

soap :333

someone might shoot me for this but i think soap's the hairiest within 141. price is a runner up, but soap takes the cake. he's fucking hairy all over, from the top of his scalp to his toes, this man is a bear, or a hound dog, prancing around the world with no care.

even pre-t he was hairy, and even before he came out lol. he probably has a lot of both older and younger sisters, and i like to think he's their only brother. he'd get so hissy whenever he was forced to shave; he hated how smooth his body felt, how he used to nick himself, how uncomfortable it felt when his hair used to grow back.

when he came out and got on t, he was so smug about not shaving. he's probably the type of person to slap his sister's shaved legs and make some stupid joke about it, grinning when he'd get smacked on the back of his head. some of his sisters are secretly annoyed that their brother doesn't have to shave, and envy that men's societal norms are different for him.

but sometimes soap does think about shaving when his sister's tug at his hair, either on his legs or arms or chest. it reminds him that he's still their younger brother, and they can and will terrorize him.

anyways :3

soap is hairy, and his hair is dark and thick, and it grows darker and thicker further south. he's especially hairy on his chest, belly, pussy, and ass! oh, and pits, too.

rarely does he do anything with the hair around his pussy; if it becomes a bush, so be it. he has good hygiene so it doesn't become 'bad.' but sometimes he'll trim it; not shave, but trim, so it's not poking out of his boxers and not as itchy.

you literally have to pry his lips apart to get to the good stuff, his pubes are so thick and hairy it hides his pretty cunt and even prettier tcock. his cunt is fat and yummmyyyyy

he's probably the type of guy to shamelessly jerk off anywhere and anytime, pulling his pants down and jerking his cock off in front of his teammates who try to pretend they don't notice, but by the end they're all having an orgy or something.

price :333

he also squirts!!! like a whole lot more than creams lmao. he loves not telling any new partner that he squirts, it's like a gamble. either some people are into it or some people aren't, and it's a risk he's willing to take. his tcock is average, it's not too big but not too small.

honestly, it's a tie between price and soap. price is soooo hairy, i mean bro has a beard and all. anyways, unfortunately he comes in second place.

that being said, he's still so fucking hairy it's insane. hair smothers his pecs and chest, and it runs all over his stomach and arms and shoulders and back, down to his ass and hole, around his thighs and legs and toes and at his pussy !!!

pre-t and pre coming out, he definitely used to shave whenever he felt insecure. but once he came out and started going on t, he stopped looking at razor blades. of course, aside from keeping his beard groomed and keeping his bush trimmed so it's not crazy, he doesn't really do anything.

i feel like his ass is hairier than his pussy. it smothers his cheeks and thickens n darkens around his hole, pretty fluttering thing hidden underneath the mass of pubes. so anytime you eat him out, expect for a couple of hairs to end up in your mouth.

i also think he has a bush, but unlike soap, he regularly trims it. not like to the point where he's, like, hairless, but enough to maintain it—much like his beard, he keeps his pussy hair groomed.

i think he has a pretty big tcock. like whenever he gets hard, it swells up and pokes out of its hood, and i can definitely see price leaning back on something, smoking a cigar in one hand and jerking off his tcock with tbe other hfnffbf

i don't think price squirts, he just creams or whatever. he's definitely into fucking people's mouth with his tcock, and praises you soooo good hgngfh, maybe even squeezes your head between his legs.

also!!! i don't price has a naturally slow metabolism, but the reason he isn't fat is because he's in the army and forced to keep in shape. that being said, once he retires and slows down, he definitely gains weight.

hgngh, price having a belly and thicker thighs and sitting on your face, probably drinking some rich whiskey as you eat him out, sucking on his cock GOD

gaz :333

someone's going to shoot me for this but i don't think gaz is all that hairy !!! sure, he has a couple of hairy spots, like his arms and legs, maybe a thick happy trail, but he's not hairy the way soap or price are.

i don't think he shaves but he's not smooth lmao, idk how to explain it but he's perfect, basically.

speaking of perfect, i think his hole is actually pretty hairy, mostly because im into that. and speaking of his hole, gaz's pussy could be hairy, but this mf trims it. not that he isn't into hairy boypussy, he most definitely is, but he just doesn't like when his own cunt is unhinged.

he refuses to shave so all he does is spend time trimming his bush until it's neat and well-put. he's talented enough to make little designs, like that one time he trimmed his pubes into a stupid little skull and it threw ghost off.

this man has a fat fucking pussy, and i headcanon his tcock to be the biggest. even when soft his cock pokes out a bit, which means it stimulates gaz and makes him fucking weetttttt.

he's the type of guy to lead a humping session with someone, or trib idk. he'll pin them down and slot himself between his legs, maneuvering them until their pussies are rubbing against each other. he won't cum until the other person does, and he'd probably talk them through it gooddddd

gaz definitely squirts!!!! only because i like the idea of folding his legs to his chest and fucking his cunt until he's squealing and gushing around your cock GOD the masturbation bonding moments between him and soap would be wet as hell 😭

ghost :333

im going to rip this off like a bandaid and say GHOST IS HAIRLESS

well, body hair wise. i think he has hair on his head :) bro probably keeps it cropped or something idk anyways

HE'S HAIRLESS FHFNFKFKG

i just cannot imagine ghost with any hair. maybe a very light coating, but he's also both 1. white + 2. has blonde hair, so it's barely noticeable.

idk man he's just hairless, including his ass and pussy. god, that just means he's more sensitive. it's easier for him to accidentally rub against something and it'll get him wet as hell, his decent-sized tcock swelling with desperation.

god imagine hitting his pussy; so pale and smooth, it blossoms red under your heavy hand, he'd be soo teary in the face.

i also think ghost is a crybaby during sex. he's so sensitive and it's quick to get him overstimulated, and don't let his tears fool you: he's absolutely into it.

he's also into people folding him in half and fucking him like he's just a fleshlight, and he'd be embarrassed but god he'd let you spread his puffy lips open just to watch your cum trickle out

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about Price bumping into his old army buddy and being pleasantly surprised to see how big you've gotten. Back when you were both still working together, you used to be a bean pole. While you weren't small, you were skinny, often teased by Price for how you lacked meat on your bones.

Then one reason or another, you end up disappearing and leaving Price missing you until he placed you in the back of his mind. Up until he's in a bar and stumbled upon you, and fuck, he's surprised to see how big you've gotten.

You're still taller than him, but Christ, you're twice as wide as he is. All broad shoulders and a solid body of healthy fat and strong muscles, pecs straining against your shirt; you're built like a literal bear. Price is both happy to see you after a near decade, but he's also trying to ignore the way his brain is screaming at him to take a bite out of you.

Unfortunately for him, he ends up slipping a couple of comments and fails to hide his horniness. Fortunately for him, however, you're amused by your old friend's antics and decide to scruff him like a dog and take him back home for some friendly reunion.

A friendly reunion that ends with Price impaled on your cock, weeping over how good you stretch him out with your cock, his dick squirting cum as you lovingly fuck him like old times.

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about venom grabbing onto your legs and folding them over your chest, revealing your fat pussy to him, your tcock poking through. and just.... eating you out. he doesn't want to hurt you so he'd be careful with his teeth; long, slimy tongue reaching places you'd never thought they'd reach, and you'd probably end up squirting into his mouth. venom, of course, becomes addicted to it and makes it his life mission to rip as many orgasms as he can out of you until you pass out :3

[miguel-owhora]

speaking of pup play, gaz collaring his werewolf!bf with a leash and everything, and ordering you to fuck him. just imagine him sitting on his hands and knees, gripping the end of the leash as you plow into him. he's half your size, your cock the size of his thigh, and every thrust has him seeing stars. you could probably wring out a couple of orgasms from him before he gives you the go ahead to knot him, and once you do, it takes everything in him not to pass out with how full he feels, what with your cock and knot, and the excess amount of cum inflating his belly until not even your knot is able to keep your cum plugged.

[miguel-owhora]

dragon!price who's an alpha—a lonely alpha. he's been alone for quite some time now, his nest barren and empty, no mate to sing dragonic songs back to him miles away, no mate to rekindle the embers in his heart.

his hoard—sorry, the 141—help him fill these empty spots. soap's rambunctious attitude and gaz's encouragement and ghost's dryly amused comments fill in the lonely parts, bringing him down from the soaring heavens and back to the ground, where price hears the thumping of the earth's core if he falls back into his dragonic instincts deep enough.

dragons are rare to come nowadays. most spend their lives in secrecy, in some rural land most would struggle to pronounce the names of, spent hiding in either solitude or with their mates—and in certain cases, families.

so imagine price's surprise when laswell drops in a new member into his little hoard. she says it's temporary, but there's a glimmer on her eyes when she says it, one that makes sense when price sees you—another dragon.

an omega, price's alpha brain tells him, awakening with glee at another dragon hybrid, at someone who could complete him. a potential mate.

price's alpha instincts are purring when he introduces himself, and he must look like a fool, when he hears his boys sniggering in the background. something lights up something in his chest, instincts roaring to life, when you smile at him and shake his hand. your hand makes his burn, hotter than anything else, hotter than the fire he hatched out of.

it comes to no surprise to him when you're even more reserved than ghost. dragon hybrids are already secretive as they are; omega dragon hybrids are worse. but eventually, price worms his way past the walls you've put up and the fun part comes: courtship.

for every type of naturalborn hybrid that roams earth, they each have their own courtship rituals. for many of them, alphas must prove their worth to their potential mate. werewolf hybrids will bring back game, will defend territory; harpies—depending on which region they live in—will also prove their worth by bringing back prey and helping to build nests.

price can recall the number of times soap had dragged in the corpse of a deer, still warm and fresh to ghost, or how gaz had proudly weaved a wall of brambles and sticks (nevermind the nails and sharp blades) outside ghost's private room. it amused him to no end, seeing them fall prey to their instincts.

but price isn't laughing when he succumbed to his own instincts.

your introduction to the team and you letting price get close to you already had his dragonic alpha mind reeling with excitement. even moreso when you approved of him courting you.

now, dragon hybrids were something else. oftentimes, they were more older than the other hybrids, more ancient and forged deep within the earth's core, connected to mother earth like no other. as such, their courting rituals were more.. barbaric, in other words.

price feels alive when he has to fight you, when your claws dig at his skin and his teeth at your shoulder, near your bite mark. when you roar with fury and punch him away, when your omegan sex has his alphan sex pumping with life. when you both tear up the training room, your set of wings flapping and glittering underneath the artificial lights, when price finally pins you down, when you give a purr of approval.

price finds the prettiest items and gifts them to you, when he dances between feeling overjoyed when you accept it, feeling like he's been stabbed when you reject it. gift by gift price feels pride bloom within him when he sees your little gift hoard grow. when he gifts you a pack of his cherished cigars and gives you his signature hat, he has to go outside and do circles in the heavens when you accept it with gentle hands and carefully guard it.

all of his hard work pays off when you tug him by his scruff and take him to your bedroom, where your bed is carefully nestled with different blankets, with clothes that reek of him. he feels like the luckiest man when you strip yourself of your clothes and lay on the bed, letting your wings—gorgeous things they are—spread out underneath you, take up the bed. your cock, hard and leaking and big, lays on your belly, cum pooling like ichor.

you spread your legs, the scent of an omega ready to mate and take what's theirs, registering in price's brain. it's all he needs before he's racing to tear his clothes off and climbs on you.

he's purring loudly when he touches you all over, dipping his head to kiss at your body, thankful that you gave him the chance to prove his worth. your scent is thick and heavy, musk strong. it makes the embers in his chest flicker and grow to a small fire.

the fire grows when he slips his cock inside, shuddering at how tight and hot you are, burning him. you don't help him, content to lay back and let him figure it out, but price is more than happy to do it by himself. anything for you.

he gets you to cum several times, spilling all over your belly, makes you whimper his name, dig your claws into his back and pull him close to kiss him hard.

price is only ever given permission to cum when you decide he's worthy. your claws dig into your chest and rip it open, an ancient heart beating, cracks of old magic glowing an unusual color. price knows what's to come, but he still grits his teeth when you also rip his chest open.

his knot is forming, catching on your hole, when the two hearts—ancient and waiting for each other after so many years—intertwine together. price pushes his knot in and finally cums, fuck, he shudders and moans, in pleasure and in pain when he feels your anal barbs dig around his cock and knot, making sure he's secured for a while.

the world seems brighter when he collapses on you, open chests bleeding together. he gives little nudges of his hips, cockhead kissing your womb, brushing against your prostate. he feels you sigh contently, and price's heart is a wildfire.

[miguel-owhora]

i just got my first hate ask about my stepcest works, so here's another au: stepdad!price who becomes enamored by his husband's himbo of a stepson!reader.

CW: 18+ , stepdad!price , stepson!reader , himbo!reader , pervert!price , cum eating , size difference , implied age difference , stepcest , dark content ; fems/minors/pronounless/ageless/empty blogs DNI or DNF

you're this big burly kid, taller and bigger than price, built like a linebacker. but my god are you kind; nothing less of a proper gentleman when your dad introduces price to you. you're so big your hand swallows up john's fucking hand, and fuck, he barely met you but he has to have you.

it's fortunate for him—and unfortunate for you—that you're not the brightest bulb. at least, not bright enough to realize price's intentions when he tries to get closer to you. everyone in the family plays it off as him just wanting to get close to his stepson—especially when he's kind to your siblings. perhaps not the most emotionally open to them—and of course you're the exception to this—but he's kind, and that all that matters.

price is a retired captain, a retired soldier; he was clever and cunning when he was soldier, and even as a retired man that hasn't changed.

he reminds you to take breaks from doing your college work, bringing in snacks and drinks. when he gets your guard down, he even goes as far as to massage your shoulders, watering at the mouth at the feeling of your broad shoulders, of the muscles hidden underneath a soft layer of fat. fuck, it makes him chub in his underwear.

speaking of underwear, he takes up the chore of washing everyone's clothes. of course he does it just to steal your underwear and fuck his own fist to an orgasm with your briefs, your heavy musk, suffocating him. it's the hardest he cums, shuddering and flushed all over his body.

fuck, he'd be so touchy with you. pressing his hand along your back whenever he passes by, along your waist and accidentally brushing his hand along your ass hgmfkf or maybe even standing behind you whenever you're washing something or cooking, subtly brushing his cock against your ass! and you're so dumb, so perfect, you don't even fucking notice.

price would be the type of guy to for sure stalk your social medias. downloading photos of you to his phone, ones where you don't have your shirt on, when you're wearing shorts, where your bulge strains against your pants—he definitely jerks off to them.

john would enjoy cooking, genuinely. he likes having something to do and you cannot tell me this man doesn't cook well, because he does! with nothing to do as a retired captain, he likes to be busy, it's familiar to him. anyways, it also gives him the chance to mix his cum into your meals. coffees, yogurts, shakes, smoothies, sundaes, desserts—if he can hide it, he will absolutely cum inside your food.

part of him feels guilty for doing it, but whenever you gobble it up and compliment him on his food without fail, there's a bigger part of him that feels good about it.

[miguel-owhora]

food for thought: makarov doesn't like doing things himself. why would he when he can hire people to do it for him? killing people, doing trades, keeping his garden neat, cleaning for him—jerking him off.

as his trusted left hand man, you were tasked with various things. one of these things was jerking off makarov. getting him hard and pulling his pants down, and jacking his cock. how you did it depended on his mood. sometimes he'd force you to keep your gloves on, other times he'd force you to remove them. sometimes you'd use either use your spit as lube, or get an actual bottle of lubricant. other times he forgo any lubricant, getting off to the almost rough feeling.

other times, however, he'd force you to jerk off, too. well, it wasn't forcing you when you were into it.

he'd never admit it but the sight of your cock—bigger and girthier than his—would excite him. how he longed to have you split him open, pinning him to his bed and fucking every silly thought out of his brain, make him take your load after load after load.