#need these two to release me from their chokehold enough is enough

[dearabsolutelynoone]

“Gleaming, twinkling…

…eyes like sinking ships on waters.”

(Gold Rush, Taylor Swift)

[gojos-thot-patrol]

a let my demons get a little silly with it here

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Synopsis: Ryomen always got what he wanted, it was a simple rule of life. And ever since he caught your scent, you were all that he wanted- your previous bond mark be damned. And you must have wanted him too. Why else would your window be open in the middle of your heat? Kinks: Omegaverse, Breeding, Marking, Knotting, Scent, Dub-Con, Non/Con, Somnophilia, and Infidelity. Reader Discretion is Advised.

Sukuna was going to fuck you. He was going to have you on your back, legs spread as he filled you to the brim, breeding you like a bitch while covering you in his bite marks and scent. Sukuna was sure of this fact from the first time he caught your smell in the air, light and warm and made for him. You were made for him. It was only a matter of time until he took what was rightfully his.

The only problem was you were marked, and sadly, it wasn’t by him. Worse yet, it was by some weak asshole who barely even had the ability to mark someone. Some feeble excuse of a man who probably didn't know what to do once he got your panties around your ankles, much less what to do when you were in your heat. The only thing worse than you being bonded to that douche canoe, was knowing it only happened so you wouldn’t be bonded to him. 

Okay, so “bonded” wasn’t really the right word there. “Sacrifice” was closer to the actuality of the situation, but still! You were literally destined to be his, and one asshole wants to play hero and fuck it all up? It drove him fucking mad, what right did that limp dick think he had to interfere? He caught himself clenching his fist and jaw. He needed to calm down before he hurt someone, especially since the only person nearby was you. 

Sukuna watched from a distance as you lounged under your tree, finding comfort in the forest instead of the inherent danger you should feel. He had suppressed his scent enough he was sure you hadn’t noticed, your calm demeanor conveying that fact. He could have you right now, release his scent and take you where you sat. But, that wouldn’t have done anything about your bond mark. No, to take care of that Sukuna had to be patient. Which, was a real fucking drag because if there was anything Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t it was a patient man.

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He remembered the first time he encountered you. Almost a month ago now, while he was taking his regular walk through the woods. He could still feel the full body reset that happened when he caught your aroma, the smell of apple and clove working its way through his nervous system and grabbing his cock his heart in a chokehold. Suddenly, his lazy stroll through the woods was a hunt to find out what decadent creature had made such a perfume. 

And that’s where he found you. Sitting contently in a floral field, making a fucking flower crown of all things, and surly waiting for him. He saw your hands falter and your eyes widen as he approached, no doubt because you finally picked up on his pheromones. He could feel the smirk forming on his lips. 

“Well, what a nice surprise,” He hummed as he approached you, “I wasn’t expecting to find anyone else out here.” You immediately fell into a low bow before him. Good, you knew your place. 

“I’m sorry my lord,” You apologize, though you weren’t sure why. You knew of the warlord Ryomen Sukuna. You knew he owned your village, as well as the villages surrounding it. But to your knowledge he didn’t police who was allowed in the woods. Still, you’d rather not risk upsetting him. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here, all alone?” He asked, eyes tracing the way your back curved into the bow.

“My mate and I moved closer to the forest recently, I was exp-”

“Your mate?” The vitriol in his tone made your stomach revolt and ignited your fight or flight system. You didn’t even know what you had done wrong. 

“Y-yes?”

“Stand up, look at me.” He demanded. You did so without hesitation, your omega body naturally inclined to follow the alphas commands. When you did, you were hit with a fresh wave of his aura, the smell of whiskey and cinnamon filling your senses and making your joints feel weak. You were caught between your need to honor your bond mark, and the need to fall to your knees for the man in front of you. You whimpered softly as he grabbed your chin and shoved your head to the side.

Sure enough, right there on your scent gland were faint teeth shaped scars. If he wasn’t specifically looking for them, he wouldn’t have seen them at all. Still, the fact it hadn't been refreshed didn’t negate the fact that it was there. You were unequivocally spoken for. 

“You don’t smell marked.” He scoffed as he released your head, taking a step back.

“It’s new…” You muttered. He may not have been able to smell your mate, but the stench of a lie was familiar to him. Especially one as piss poor as that.

“If it’s new then you should reek of him, Wench, don’t lie to me.” He growled. You looked down as your shame rolled over you.

“He’s a beta.” HE’S A BETA?! Sukuna had felt rage a lot in his life. Some may even say it was his default setting. But the rage he felt at being cucked by a beta was unlike anything that he had felt before. He felt his fingers twitch with the need to wrap around someone's neck, and the urge to burn down this entire forest was a hard one to fight. He choked back his molting hot fury with a simple reminder: Beta bond marks don’t mean shit. He could easily still have you. He just had to wait for your next heat cycle to do it, when your hormones were high and looking for something more…substantial, then a betas nub. 

“How cute, being mated to a beta. I’m sure you’re crazy for each other.” He sneered. You wished. Leaving every heat cycle woefully unsatisfied and frustrated might have been worth it if you had actually loved the man. If your union to him wasn’t purely survival. 

“He provides.” You settled on a half truth to keep from lying, one Sukuna definitely picked up on. 

“What’s your name Omega?” He demanded.

You told him your name in a soft whisper. Cute name. He’d be sure to have his servants look into you and your records. 

“Well Omega,” He said, making a point not to use the title given to him. To remind you what you were. “You should probably get back to your beta. It’s not safe for a pretty little thing like you to be out in these woods alone.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that was a warning and a threat, the edge in his words making that much clear. You nodded to the warlord, before making your way home. You fought the urge to sprint with everything you had in you, knowing better than to activate his prey drive. 

He watched as you did, noting your refusal to run. Smart girl. He could feel his mouth watering as he watched your hips sway, and his body buzzed with the need to have you under him. He took a deep breath to recollect himself before making the walk home. He’d have you soon enough.

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He kept a close eye on you in the weeks that followed. Learning about how your marriage was arranged through his servants, and how your marriage was failing from watching you. To your credit, you did try in earnest to make it work. You were the perfect mate. You kept a tidy home, always had dinner ready, and were always happy to get on your back for your husband. 

And yet it did nothing. That asshole still acted as if he was gods fucking gift for “saving” your life, and as if you didn’t do enough. Dinner was never right, there was always an issue with the house, and every morning Sukuna could smell your dissatisfaction from the night before- still rolling off you in waves.  It was pathetic that a creature as divine as you was wasted on swine like him. The good news was that your scent was evolving. As the leaves changed colors your fragrance got thicker, and sweeter in some aspects. You clung to your beta even if he was woefully unequipped. Your heat was coming.

A fact you were all too aware of. You could feel it pooling in your stomach and feverish on your skin. The effects were already starting, and you knew this one was going to be hell. Your mate thrashed in between your legs, chasing his high in you. You felt close, so close. Your body was trembling with anticipation, electricity buzzing under your skin. All you needed was his knot and-

He pulled out of your quivering cunt, cumming on your stomach with a guttural moan. Oh, right. He didn’t have a knot. You whined as he painted you white, wanting to snap at him for wasting his load. You held back though, knowing that, in reality, the last thing you wanted was his pups. You watched as he rolled off the bed and grabbed his pants.

“W-wait, but Naoya-” You panted, “I’m so close, please-”

“You’re gonna have to finish yourself, I’m gonna be late for my train.” Your “mate” groaned as if you were an inconvenience. 

“But…” You whimpered, then let it go. You knew better than to argue, and besides. Your climax was already fleeting. “Do you have to go?” You asked softly. You understood that, as a beta, Naoya couldn’t sense when your heat was coming like an alpha could. You accepted that. What you found hard to accept was that he still planned a business trip during your heat cycle, despite you explicitly telling him that you would need him. 

“Yes, Sweetie,” He said it with so much ire and hate, you would have rather he called you a bitch. “This is my job. It doesn’t stop because you’re horny.” He snapped, tired of having this conversation again. His venom shut you up. You watched as he quickly got dressed, then grabbed his bags and rushed for the train station. You fought tears as you went to clean yourself up. Were you really so unloveable?

You often wondered what the worse fate was, being sacrificed to Ryomen Sukuna or being trapped in a loveless pair bond. For years you knew without doubt it was being sacrificed to the warlord. You were always grateful to your father for selling you to the beta, saving you from what would no doubt have been a cruel and untimely death. Naoya may have been cold at times, but surely he wasn’t as bad as Sukuna.

Or at least, that’s what you used to think. Before you had actually met the man, and felt the way your body reacted to his presence alone. Suddenly, the so-called king of curses invaded your every thought, and life trapped in a passionless marriage felt like a prison sentence. You thought about Sukuna constantly, especially in the days leading up to your heat. You chased his faint scent on the wind, traced his markings in your dreams, and envisioned him to endure your husband's advances. 

It left you a wreck. Especially now, as night fell and your body temperature rose. Your fingers were doing absolutely nothing for you, and wouldn’t for at least the next week. Which, was rather conveniently when your husband was due to return home. You knew your heat bothered him, but you never knew it bothered him this much. Resentment grew in you the more you thought about it. If he didn’t want a fucking omega, then why the fuck did he pay for one? 

You tried not to think about it as you opened your window, hoping the cool night air would do something to help cool down your feverish skin. You lived far enough away from the other villagers you didn’t really have to worry about a wayward alpha finding you. And at this point, you weren’t sure you would care if one of them did. 

You settled into your nest, albeit a bit reluctantly. The faint smell of your mate clung to it, and despite your bond mark it brought you little comfort. More just frustration. It didn’t smell right anymore. You quickly took off your sleep pants, finding them unbearably hot, leaving you in just a tank top and soaked panties as you drifted off to sleep.

Sukuna could try and say that he was just out on a stroll to enjoy the moonlight. That he enjoyed the peace that the dark brought with it, and was only out to clear his mind. He would be lying. The truth of the matter was Sukuna had been keeping tabs on you. And while your bitch of a mate may have been inflicted with brain worms, Sukuna was not. He knew you were alone, and in heat. And he fully planned to take care of you, in ways your beta couldn’t dream of doing.

Walking to your little shack at the edge of the woods felt like wading into a warm lake, your trail becoming thicker and thicker in the air as he made his way to you. It was intoxicating, and he couldn’t stop the visions of you whimpering underneath him from entering his mind. Needy and alone, fuck. He could feel his blood rushing in his veins as your scent laced into his senses and his psyche, and his cock ached for you.

He wasn’t shocked to find your window open. Of course your window was open. You were waiting for him, your true mate. That fucking beta be damned, you wanted him, why else would the window be open? He crawled into your room on instinct more than much else, your body calling to him like a siren's song. The reality of your heat hit him like a train as he took in your visage. Sleeping not-so-peacefully in your marital bed, mindlessly rutting into a pillow drenched with your slick. He fucking hated that you were reduced to fucking pillows.

He was right here, you just needed to let your proper alpha take care of you. Let him protect you, let him fuck you until you can’t walk, let him fill you to the brim- until you’re overflowing, let him fix the fucking stench of your nest. He was on your bed and spreading your legs before he even fully realized what he was doing, ripping your slick drenched panties off of you. On a normal night, he would have touched you and known you were burning alive with a fever. But tonight? He was molting lava with his own forced rut, and he didn’t even notice yet. 

Mates don’t need to ask before taking care of their mate in heat, so he doesn't even bother waking you up before shoving two fingers into your weeping pussy to get you ready for him. You whine out softly, back curling off of the bed as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you sharply. He smirked as he curled his fingers up, listening to your breath catch in your throat.

“Fuck, Sukuna..” You whimpered in your sleep. Of course you called out his name, you were his omega. You chose him, you were meant to be with him. Soon, there would be no doubt about that. After he covered you with his scent, after he marked you as his and only his, and when your stomach was swollen with his pups- pink haired, four eyed and undeniably his.

He shrugged off his robe, his rock hard cock burning with need and dripping pre-cum. He ran his dick up your slit, gathering your divine slick on his angry red tip. He felt the tension in his shoulders finally dissolve as he pushed into you, finally at home where he was supposed to be. He growled as he sunk in to his base in one swoop. 

You jolt awake with the sudden intrusion, your cunt torn between pushing the intruder out and sucking him in deeper. “Wh-wha…?” You were given no time to try and catch up to the situation before the assault on your g-spot started, leaving you a moaning mess. Sukuna lifted your hips, holding your body with just his forearms as he changed the angle he fucked you in to fuck you deeper, harder. He needed it to take.

You looked up and saw a shock of pink hair and sharp tattoos through bleary eyes. On the surface your body revolted, knowing this wasn’t your mate and he was not meant to be touching you. But something deeper, more primal rejoiced at feeling the alphas fat cock. “Fuck, fuck, more..” You whimpered, bucking your hips in time with his thrusts. You could feel his knot swelling inside you and all you wanted was him. Nothing had ever felt more right. 

Sukuna had fucked a lot of omegas during his ruts. He ran through whores like they were nothing. But none of them had ever felt like this. Your pussy was made for him, so perfect as it milked his cock. Your body reacted to him perfectly. You were made to be his. You were his. Every inch of your skin, every breath you took, every smile you gave you were his. He’d prove it. He grabbed you in a bruising grip as he bent over you, capturing you in a demanding kiss and taking what little breath you had away in a clash of teeth and tongues. You belonged to him.

He growled lowly, as he pulled back, throwing your ankles over his shoulders as he pressed his body weight into you, folding you in half. “Fuck, you’re so good,” He groaned, “So fucking tight for me Baby Girl. Gonna knot you, fill you with my pups,” You didn’t know if he was talking to you or himself but it didn’t matter. A thought that should have been deeply revolting to you as a marked woman had never sounded more euphoric.

“Yes, please,” You begged into his ear, “Fuck me, it’s s’ good. Fill me, I- I need you.” you slurred together whatever words you could grapple with. You felt drunk on the feeling of euphoria, you almost forgot sex could feel so good. Your words, albeit a bit jumbled, electrified the part of Sukuna’s brain that had already decided he was your mate. You didn’t just want him, you needed him. You needed him. Of course you needed him, you belonged to him. You were his and his alone. 

His his his his-

Then he smelled it. In the sea of apple, clove and cinnamon whiskey a sharp mildew scent hit his nose. The fucking mold of your “bond mark.” Sukuna saw fucking red, his body seething with rage as he remembered you weren’t truly his. No matter how deep he fucked his seed into you, or how much of his skin touched yours, you weren’t his. 

Not yet anyway. 

He plunged his teeth into your scent glands, right over your previous bond mark. You howled as he did, a wave of ecstasy rocking its way through your heated body and decimating your shocked nervous system as you came all over him. Aftershocks of your orgasm pulsed through your cunt in time with his thrusts, sending static electricity through your needy body. You instinctively dug your fangs into Sukunas scent glands, an act you were never able to perform on your (former) beta mate.

The relief that washed over him as you completed the bond mark was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it left him in ruins. Cumming deep inside you, painting your womb white. The warm feeling he filled you with actually worked to (somehow) cool the raging inferno in your bloodstream, and you finally found relief from the hell you had been in. 

You stayed connected, him holding you close while he waited for his knot to deflate. You thought about Naoya. You had never been able to properly mark him because he didn’t have scent glands for you to mark. It met you were never really bonded, not like how you were bonded to Sukuna now. But, he was technically still your husband. This was his house and his bed you were getting fucked by a perfect stranger in. How would he react when he found you here with the warlord that owned the land? Would he find you here?

Would you regret it? 

You didn’t have time to really consider the ramifications of your actions before Ryomen was moving inside you again, and the last thing you wanted to think about was the boy that abandoned you. You whined underneath him, bringing your hands to tangle in his hair. He pressed his forehead to yours in response.

“Still with me Omega?” He asked as he started to pick up the pace, making you whine underneath him.

“I’m here my lord,” You mumbled softly.

“Good,” He punctuated the word with a sharp kiss before straightening up, “Cause it’s gonna take more than just that to knock you up.” He chuckled as his hips started to piston into yours, setting a punishing pace. The natural curve of his cock was seemingly designed to bully your hypersensitive g-spot, stimulating your body back to life as you gripped the sheets under you.

“Aww, look at my pretty little omega,” Sukuna cooed mockingly as he fucked his cum back into you, “All fucked out and full. Feels good to actually cum after spending so much time with a limp dick, doesn’t it slut?” Apparently, all it took was him getting to cum once for him to find his voice.

“So good, so fucking good.” You whimpered, “So big, so full…” And you had no problem feeding into it. His claws dug into your hips, leaving bruises defined enough you could take his fingerprints off of them. He watched the way your tits bounced as you tried to feebly hold onto the sheet, attempting to ground yourself however you could. He watched his bulge appear and reappear in your stomach with every thrust. He watched the way your skin glistened in the moonlight, begging him to mark it. He watched the way your eyes fluttered and glazed over with dazed pleasure. 

But the real show was happening where the two of you were connected. Where your slick coated his cock, creating a foamy ring around the base. Where your natural lube mixed with his load, making the most vulgar sounds as he fucked your quivering cunt. God, he couldn’t have asked for a better mate.

Your warm pussy hugged him perfectly, begging him for more and pulling him even deeper into you with every thrust. Every movement of your hips sent a wave of euphoria through him, and he desperately chased both of your highs. He wanted to see you cum. He didn’t get to the first time.

 He wouldn’t make that mistake again. You were finally finally his after months of coveting you. Of watching you, of needing you wanting you, of imagining you, you finally belonged to him. He was going to see what you looked like when you came for him god damn it!

“You gonna cream for me again Sweetheart?” He growled, “Squirt all over my dick like a good girl? I know you are, I can feel it, fuck-” His words fell apart on his tongue as you clenched around him. Stars blotted out your vision as your second climax started to creep up on you, slowly tingling up your spine and taking over your body. You bucked your hips into his erratically, chasing the high only he could give you. Sparks of bliss exploded under your skin as you felt him start to swell again.

And suddenly he felt way too far away. You needed him closer. You needed his scent, his skin, him. You ripped one of your hands away from the bedsheets and reached out, trying to communicate what you wanted. His head tilted to the side and he scoffed as he looked at your outstretched hand.

“Words slut, what do you want?” He growled.

“My mate.” You whimpered. He was immediately leaning down to you, pressing his chest to yours and letting your fingers intertwine with his. How could he deny you your mate? Your body exploded into a thousand sparks of ecstasy where his skin ment yours. His scent wrapped around your senses like an old blanket, cozy and familiar and safe. You whined softly and closed your eyes to embrace for impact.

“No.” He growled, using his free hand to pull your hair and force your eyes open, “Look at me.” He demanded. Your watery eyes held his fiery ones as you moaned pathetically under him.

“I’m so close..”

“Then cum for me.” The floodgates opened and you were suddenly drowning in a sea of ecstasy and dopamine. Your hips thrashed against your will and your legs shook like the last leaves on autumn trees. You swore you saw entire galaxies be born before your eyes as you were hit with one of the hardest climaxes of your life. Your eyes watered as they looked into his, your skin felt flushed against his touch, and your grip on his hand tightened.

“Fuck, Ryomen…” He hadn’t heard his first name spoken in years. His body slammed into yours as his own climax hit him with a brick. He fucked you as best as he could through his knot, riding out both of your highs as he filled you to the point of overflowing and then some. His entire body was racked with euphoria as he came harder than he even thought possible. 

He collapsed on top of you, rolling you both to the side so he didn’t crush you with his body weight. For a while, the only sound was of the two of you trying to catch your breath. You felt his arms wrap around you and calloused hands rub your back gently to sooth you. He kissed your neck almost sweetly.

“You’re doing so good sweetheart,” He praised in a whisper, one soft enough the wind threatened to take it away, “So good for me.” It made your stomach flutter. His presence was instantly calming, much more so than your ex’s. You might have even fallen asleep, if you didn’t feel him start to move again, still rock solid inside of you. 

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Your body was sore the next morning when you woke up, but the fever had subsided for now, finally giving you room to breathe and think about literally anything other than lust. The first thing you noticed was that you were not at home. You jolted up in bed, a soft whimper leaving your throat. 

“Silence, woman.” That was when you registered the body next to you in the bed. You looked over to see Ryomen, fully annoyed at being woken up. “You’re safe. I’m here.” He grumbled as he pulled you back into his side. You weren’t sure what was more impressive, that he managed to return to (what you assumed was) his home after last night, or that he managed to carry you with him. 

“Sukuna-”

“Ryomen.” He corrected you with a dangerous growl. You paused, a bit taken back.

“Ryomen,” You accepted the correction, “what happens now?”

“Hopefully you go back to sleep.” He sighed, irritated to have been woken up at the ungodly hour of 12 pm. While he was still in rut no less! He didn’t get a lot of chances to sleep during this time, and neither did you. You needed the rest.

“No, I mean with…with,” You didn’t know how to put it.

“What, you mean your cuck ex? Don’t worry about it.” He didn’t hide that he was irritated with you for bringing him up first thing in the morning. 

“....Is he going to be hurt?” You asked softly. Sukuna felt his lip twitch.

“If I have it my way, yes.” He didn’t mince words. Why the fuck did you care so much about that loser anyway? You thought about your mates words, then nodded. 

“Good.” You said, finally settling back into Ryomens arms and relaxing into him. He didn’t hide the smile that tugged on his lips. He knew he loved you. 

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[iliketangerines]

Bi-Han can and WILL put you in a headlock during sex. Specifically so he can growl degrading remarks into your ear through labored breaths.

you have me in a chokehold

a/n: i gotchu cutie, and anon, you are so right. i can't stop thinking about it now

pairing: dom!bi han x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), choking kink, pussy eating, finger fucking, overstimulation, slight bondage, slight breeding kink

you can’t really think at all, not with the way that Bi Han’s cock is dragging in and out of your sensitive and drooling cunt

he had been fucking into you for what felt like forever, never speeding up and only leaving teasing feather light touches on your clit

your mind was a puddle at the moment as your mouth blabbers out incomprehensible pleas for him to fuck into you

he just whispers that he is fucking you, punctuating his point with a rough thrust into your pussy that has you whining and clenching down on him

your legs are hooked over his, so you’re unable to close your legs, and your arms are tied behind your back, preventing you from touching yourself to try and please yourself

Bi Han’s fingers dig into your waist, leaving bruises on your skin with how tight he grips you

he drags you up and down his thick cock, relishing in the way you beg and whine for him to fuck into you faster like a desperate whore

he brings one of his arms up, wrapping and pressing his arm firmly into your neck, and you let out a choked moan as he cuts off your airflow

his action begins you flush to his chest, and you whine as he thrusts up into your pussy faster, abusing that sweet spot inside of you that has your cunt dripping even more

your mind spins at the lack of oxygen, and he brings his mouth close to your ear to degrade you

he tells you you’re such a whore for enjoying being choked like, that you’re such a slut for opening your legs for others and your pussy tightens around his cock

his grip tightens, and you whine at the feeling of his bicep pressing into your throat

he chuckles darkly into your ear, telling you that you’d like it if he whored you out to the foot soldiers, that you’d like it if you were just a hole for them, nothing but a cumdump for when they needed to blow off some steam

you keen and cum on Bi Han’s cock, your sweetness drenching his dick and dripping onto the bedroom floor

Bi Han grunts angrily as his hips thrust into you even faster, mocking you at how you came on his cock from just choking you

if he had known it would be so easy to make you cum, he would’ve done this earlier, and you whine as his cock pummels into you

his hand reaches down and rubs at your clit in fast tight circles, your hips jerk against him, sensitive from not being touched

he growls in your ear to stay still for him, slapping at the inside of your thigh harshly before returning his fingers to your puffy clit

even through the haze, you can tell Bi Han is getting close with the way his dick twitches inside of you and his breaths grow shorter and his words grow more curt

he pinches your clit, and it’s enough to send you over the edge, your vision going white as you clench down on Bi Han’s thick cock and cream on his dick

Bi Han groans and cums inside of you, fucking the both of you through your orgasms until they both die down

Bi Han releases you from his arms and settles his hands back on your waist, squeezing at it as you lean on Bi Han’s plush chest

you pant, tired and sensitive, and you whine as Bi Han’s fingers continue to rub slow circles into your sensitive clit, and you rut into him once more

Bi Han grunts in your ear about how insatiable you are and picks you up off his cock and throws you onto the bed on your back

your arms are uncomfortably pressed into your back, but you don’t have an opportunity to think about that as Bi Han shoves his fingers into your mouth and tells you to suck

you obediently do so as his other hand rubs at your clit

when he slips his fingers out of your mouth, there’s a string of drool connecting the two, and you watch his through lidded eyes as he gets close to your cunt, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pinning your hips to the bed with his thick arm

he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh before biting it roughly, and you yelp at the pain as he presses a soothing tongue at the bite mark

he continues that for a few minutes, biting your thighs and pressing soothing licks to the sensitive skin as you feel yourself grow wetter and wetter

soon, you’re whining for him to please touch you clit, please you need it so much

he hums and finally relents from the meat of your thighs and presses his nose into your clit and fucks you on his tongue

he moans at the taste of his cum mixing with yours, and you moan as the vibrations send shocks of pleasure shooting through you

he flicks and hums around your clit, and you can’t help but whine and grind your hips into his face as he slowly brings you to an orgasm

Bi Han presses the flat of his tongue into your clit firmly, eyes lidded as he stares at the way you react as he pleasures you

he brings his hand up, sliding a finger into your drooling cunt, fucking you on his fingers and shoving whatever cum was left in you even deeper

he slowly brings you to an orgasm, it’s a delicious torture as you go over the edge, moaning as he continues to fuck you on his fingers and suck on your clit

but it becomes too much, as little bursts of pain spark through you as he continues fucking you on his fingers

your legs twitch, and your hips buck away

but his arm keeps you on the bed, forcing you take the pleasure that he gives you, and he closes his eyes as he focuses on the sweet taste of you

he makes you come over and over again on his fingers, never letting up and continuing to wrack your body with pleasure

tears prick at your eyes, and you beg him to stop, wiggling frantically in his hold

but he ignores you and keeps on licking at you until you give up and let him send jolts and pleasure and pain sparking up your spine

your mind is hazy and dry tear tracks stain your face as he brings you to another orgasm, and you can barely whine at the stimulation

he lets go of your hips, and he comes up to kiss you

you whimper in his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue, and he grinds his hard cock into your abused pussy, collecting the juices on his cock

he slides into your cunt, and you whimper at the stretch as he fucks into you

he places a hand around your throat and presses light, watching at how your eyes glaze over in pleasure and listening to your broken moans

it’s all you need to cum, your pussy clenching down on his thick cock and your eyes squeezing shut at the onslaught of pleasure

it’s all Bi Han needs to, seeing the way you’re nothing but a limp doll in his hands as he fucks you through both of your orgasms

even as his cock softens inside of your, he stays inside of you, moving the both of you to your side, so he can keep his cum plugged inside of you

he quickly unties the rope holding your arms together and rubs the blood back into your arms and shoulders

he rubs a hand over your stomach and kisses your neck as you fall asleep quickly, tired and mind swimming from all the orgasms he had given you

he falls asleep soon as well, cradling your stomach carefully in his hands and murmuring a soft ‘i love you’ into your ear

[sheep-from-rad]

How Solomon is fairing (Obey me Nightbringer)

Note: It's been a while since I wrote something Obey me related. The new game got me in a chokehold and then at the same time Starrail got released! I guess I'll genshin later.

Warnings: None

Masterlist: [Obey me]

Everyone is talking about how the brothers feel about your sudden disappearance but what about how Solomon feels? 

Solomon who…

                is torn between waiting for at Cocytus hall and wanting to pick you up from the House of Lamentation. Eventually he'll just go out after you go attend your duties, visit Simeon, and hope that he runs to you after the day.

Solomon who…

               knows that you're capable and powerful enough but can't help but worry because you were both at a disadvantage.

Solomon who…

               misses the warmth of Purgatory Hall and tries his hardest for Cocytus hall to feel the same. Sure he sees Simeon and Luke whenever he visits HOL but can't help but feel the invisible barriers that sets him apart from the two. He can't help but miss playing games with Luke and miss Simeon's nagging when he doesn't come down or when he misses his meals. 

Solomon who…

               misses the brothers from the original timeline. From time to time they get into fights but unlike this timeline where the two of you are thrown in, he can't help but also walk on eggshells given that they are not the same brothers before. He won't admit it but he also misses Diavolo, Barbatos, and the rest of the new exchange students. 

Solomon who…

               wonders if Thirteen already noticed that you and his presence are missing in the timeline. Maybe if she notices it and then she will be able to help the two of you to go home. 

Solomon who…

               tells you to be careful but always risks his immortal life to make new connections, gather information, and make backup plans in case you two suddenly need to run.

Solomon who…

               has healing magic always active on his non dominant hand and combative magic on the other in case some entity suddenly appears.

Solomon who…

               already made a routine of getting up at night to check on you in case you have nightmares. He knew that the comfort of the House of Lamentation is different from the new environment that is Cocytus Hall. The new home is not secured as the Purgatory Hall from the original timeline. It doesn't have the spells he carved around the house to make him sleep easy at night. 

Solomon who…

               burns most of his grimm on take outs because he knows his cooking is not the best and he doesn't want you slaving on a stove after a long day of working as an attendant.

Solomon who…

               knows that once the two of you come back to the original timeline, will be the one to blame for the shenanigans because of his shady deals.

Solomon who…

               wishes that he can just approach Barbatos about the time anomaly and the situation the two of you are in but can't because doing so will make a paradox that might end up harming you and the others.

Solomon who…

               knows that his intentions on helping and protecting are pure but can't help but despises himself because he thinks that he's using the situation as a leverage to be closer to your heart.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Hi!! Evil Queens WandaNat have me in a chokehold. Can you do some nsfw head cannons for them? 🤭💕

Evil Queens!Wandanat x fem!maid HC

SFW

-Wanda is the more affectionate of the two, often showering you with gentle touches, sweet kisses, and soft words of praise. She takes pleasure in making you feel cherished and adored, ensuring you know your worth to her.

-Natasha, on the other hand, is more demanding. She expects perfection in all tasks and uses her dominance to remind you of your place. Her touches are firm, her kisses possessive, and she enjoys seeing you submit to her authority.

-Both queens are fiercely protective of you. They don't tolerate anyone else trying to take advantage of your skills or your affections. Any perceived threat to their hold on you is swiftly dealt with, often in ways that leave no room for misunderstandings.

-Wanda loves to braid your hair or brush it gently after a long day. She finds it therapeutic and enjoys the closeness it brings.

-Natasha has a habit of leaving small marks on your skin, not necessarily visible, but enough for you to feel her presence even when she’s not around. A nip here, a bruise there, each a silent reminder of her claim on you.

-They use you in a variety of ways. Sometimes, they want you to simply sit on their laps while they handle their royal duties, your presence a soothing comfort to them. Other times, they demand your more intimate services, turning their chambers into a space of intense passion.

NSFW

-Natasha often takes the lead in the bedroom, her dominant nature coming to the forefront. She enjoys pushing your limits, testing your obedience and resilience.

-Wanda complements Natasha’s dominance with her own brand of sensual control. She uses sensory play to heighten your senses, creating an intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain that leaves you craving more.

-Occasionally, Wanda and Natasha enjoy reversing roles. Natasha might allow Wanda to take the lead, watching with intense interest as Wanda teases and tortures you.

-During these sessions, Natasha might take a more passive role, offering encouragement or delivering orders to both you and Wanda, her voice low and commanding.

-The queens derive a certain thrill from the risk of being caught. They might summon you to their chambers during a busy day, making you pleasure them while they conduct court business, knowing that someone could walk in at any moment.

-Natasha is strict when it comes to discipline. If you displease her, she isn’t afraid to administer punishments, which could range from spanking to more elaborate forms of bondage and sensory deprivation.

-Wanda’s approach to punishment is more psychological. She might deny you pleasure, edging you for hours without release until you’re begging for mercy.

-Both queens enjoy restraining you, though their methods differ. Natasha prefers physical restraints—ropes, cuffs, and chains—enjoying the sight of you helplessly bound. Wanda prefers to simply use her hands for restraining, always wanting to touch you in some way.

-When they decide to take you together, their coordination is impeccable. Natasha’s rough, commanding presence contrasts perfectly with Wanda’s sensual, teasing touch.

-They take turns pleasuring you, sometimes working in tandem. Natasha might hold you down, whispering dirty words in your ear, while Wanda uses her powers and hands to bring you to the edge repeatedly.

-Natasha enjoys watching Wanda play with you, her eyes dark with desire as she observes. She might give instructions or simply enjoy the show, her own arousal building as she watches you submit to Wanda’s magical touch.

-Wanda finds it thrilling to have an audience and often performs for Natasha, knowing exactly how to drive both you and her partner wild with need.

-The queens have developed a system of secret signals to communicate their desires to you discreetly. A specific look or gesture can mean it’s time to drop everything and attend to them, no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

-Natasha loves to edge you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm over and over again without allowing you release. She takes pleasure in your frustrated moans and begs for mercy.

-Occasionally, they dress you in revealing or provocative outfits, enjoying the sight of you looking both elegant and debauched. These outfits are often designed to be easily removed or provide easy access for their hands and mouths.

-They take pleasure in undressing you slowly, savoring the sight of your skin being revealed inch by inch.

-Despite their intense dominance, both queens are meticulous about aftercare. They know the physical and emotional toll their sessions can take and ensure you’re well taken care of afterward.

-Wanda is particularly attentive, ready to heal any marks or bruises, while Natasha holds you close, her touch surprisingly gentle as she reassures you of your value to them.

[throneofsapphics]

the moth and the flame part one: the hold

Nessian x f!Reader

warnings: delusional reader & nesta, drinking

summary: after meeting Nesta in a bookshop, you find the darkest parts of yourselves bonding with each other.

a/n: the first few chapters will center around Nesta before Cassian comes in! this has been my brainchild for a little while and I hope you all enjoy <3 if anyone wants to be added to a tag list please let me know!

series masterlist

Sharp breath fogging the air in front of her, Nesta set off for one of the only tasks, outside of imbibing, that didn’t quite feel like torture. Precise footsteps, steady and calm, took her down the sidewalk, hanging to the shadows, to her sanctuary. At the current hour she’d rarely seen another soul and each time she did it tended to sour her day. Not that it took much to do that recently.

Even with new Fae senses, she could tell when something was different in a space she frequented. Well, a tavern might be another story but this tiny bookstore tucked away in a far corner of Velaris wasn’t. Any other day she may have spun on her heel and stalked out, but the new Sellyn Drake novel released this morning and she’d kill to get her hands on it. Whoever this was, they did have an interesting scent. So warm and inviting it sickened her, perhaps even made her murderous.

A light headache set in. She glanced at the clock. 11:45. Today she’d make it to noon without a drink, that was good enough for her.

First, the book. Second, wine.

One foot in front of the other, crossing the floor with a dancer's grace, something years of separation from lessons couldn’t get rid of.

Eyes zoned in on the table, one copy left. A lucky day for her. Mouth curved up at the corners.

She was so focused on her target she didn’t notice you, but you didn’t notice her either, both of you set on a collision path.

Like right out of a Sellyn Drake novel, static zapped as your fingers touched, two hands retreating back, two bodies tensing, two heads snapping up and eyes locking.

Nesta was quickly enchanted by your touch - as chaotic as it was. Next, the small apologetic smile on your lips. You were speaking - words, fuck. She’d completely missed that.

“It’s all yours,” you repeated a tad slower, concern edging into your voice. Anyone else she would’ve chewed out for that. A better person would’ve let you have the book. At this moment, Nesta wasn’t a better person.

“Thanks,” she muttered and snatched it, spinning on your heel. A sharp intake of breath behind her.

Nesta paused, loosening her body and relaxing her stance, and looked over her shoulder, “what’s your name?”

You answered, and she repeated back, dragging out the last letter, watching you flush pink. A small smile on Nesta’s lips - the kind that screamed trouble, “I’m certain we’ll see each other around.”

“I certainly hope so,” you countered, that surprise she’d heard earlier replaced with an attitude that thrilled her. A little spice. Nesta figured out your scent - cloves, nutmeg, and honey. Her new favorite. She liked you, you’d have fun together.

-

Over the following days, thoughts of you consumed Nesta. Rolling over on her bed, the scents of various males lingering, she thought of how she’d get rid of that before she had you over. Because Nesta would have you. She needed you like oxygen, like books, like wine.

You didn’t know it yet, but you needed her too. If you didn’t, Nesta would make it so you did. She could be called many horrid things, but when she wanted something, she didn’t hesitate or hold back. Whatever you wanted, she would make it happen for you. You had her in a chokehold.

Looking back, she could pinpoint the moment when her obsession truly began - as soon as she identified and committed your scent to memory. Nesta hasn’t been able to put honey in her tea for far too long.

-

You thought of the blue-gray eyed beauty. Eyes so cold and harsh, but maybe you were imagining it but hadn’t they softened a tad for you? She was familiar, but you couldn’t quite place her. You supposed the place didn’t matter, not as long as you could get her next to you, above you, under you, down the aisle - you cut your mind off, thinking you’d gone way too far ahead for someone you had a thirty second encounter with at a bookshop. Even Sellyn Drake would think it was a tad ridiculous, that or he’d eat it up. Maybe you should pitch the idea and inspire his newest best seller.

Still, all you could think of was how she softened for you. She must have, you were certain of it now. The female followed up her harsh and probably standard remark with something sweet like asking your name. She wanted to know who you were, just as you wanted to know her now.

It took you a few minutes to compose yourself after meeting her. By the time you had, she was gone, and you realize you still didn’t know her name. Cursing, you sprinted towards the doors, whisper-shouting a sorry to the shop owner, even though nobody else was inside.

A flash of golden brown hair around the corner, perhaps a quarter of a mile down the street. It might not even be her, you frowned. With your luck, you’d chase all the way down just to terrorize a random citizen of Velaris.

Glancing around to check the street was empty first, you whispered a quiet ‘come back,’ a soft plea to the mystery female, the mother, and the universe to bring her back to you.

‘Too much,’ the annoyingly logical part of your brain said, but they were easily ignored and even easier to drown out.

If it came to it you could go back to that same bookstore, at the same time, and perhaps run across her again. On the other hand, you could let her find you. She seemed like the type of female who enjoyed a chase, and like a resourceful one. Oryou were reading too many books and your mind came up with outlandish fantasies. Not that outlandish, some of your friends had told you particularly tantalizing stories and you felt an inherent desire to live out one of your own, no matter how it might hurt you in the future. It would.

[miyx-amour]

okay but listen to this

Jake pulling the car over to finger the shit out of your cunt cause you began palming his cock while he was driving 😭

i was gonna answer later but i couldn’t wait

the whole ride back from your date was eerily quiet

as it was around 2 in the morning

both of you being pretty tired as your long lashes flutter to the sound of the pleasant rain

but the car wasn’t the only thing getting wet

jake looked so fine in his fresh button up shirt with the top two buttons undone

jake also had you under a chokehold with his astonishing visuals

but tonight he had you in cosmic rays (???)

you couldn’t resist but touch him

he lets out a low whimper at the sudden touch from your soft silky hand

he glances at you

you know that look

the look that he’s telling you to stop

but do you stop

of course not

you need him

he needs you

you harden your grip on his throbbing cock

he’s trying so hard not to kiss you as it would cost your lives

“i need you baby, please” you moan

“fuck” he curses under his breath

he pulls into the nearest empty parking lot he knows off

“get in the back” he demands

you don’t hesitate and follow his command

“you think you’re so cute touching me while i’m driving, huh?” …

“i asked a fucking question, slut, now answer” he hissed

“n-no”

“mmmhhh, are you sure?”

“y-yes” you say whimpering

“liar” he says leaving a slap across your face

he’s had enough of your bullshit knowing you’ll defend yourself

he kisses you soft plump lips to shut you up before you say all you’re bullshit

his hands trace your curved outline down to the hem of your sparkly dress

jake slowly lifts up your dress leaving you in his favourite matching set of black undergarments

“holy fuck” he curses

his slender fingers push your panties to the side as he teases your dripping cunt

you moan at his firm touch

without warning he shoves his fingers deep into your cunt as you arch your back at the pleasure

“mmm, f-fuck, jake” you cry

his free hand moves to your throat making your shining hazel eyes roll back

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” he asks while planting a kiss on your neck

“s-shit, yes” you answer

jake fastens his pace as you squirm under his grip

you feel a knot in your stomach form

“j-jake, mmm, i’m gonna c-cum” you cry

“go for it baby”

you let out a loud and porn like moan as you roll your eyes back releasing on jake’s fingers

he takes a small lick tasting your sweetness then shoving his cum painted fingers down your pretty throat

“just like that babygirl” he praises

[miasmaghoul]

(horny and embarrassed about it)

miasma i read your hornplay fic and now it has me in a chokehold (i wish i could write as well as you do cause i NEED to see this)

but might i request - trans!mountain literally just riding his clit on rain's horns. makin a mess on em. idk just MOUNTAIN RIDING HIS CLIT ON RAIN'S HORNS

Rain's horns do make excellent grinders. Smooth like sea glass, curled back and decorated with subtle ridges, they aren't as sensitive as some of the others might be. But that doesn't mean he'll ever say no when someone starts grazing their fingers along them and whispering in his ear about how much they'd like to give one a ride.

Mountain hadn't even considered it until he overheard Cumulus and Aurora gossiping one morning. He'd been in the hall, empty coffee mug in hand on his way for a refill, and as they giggled about sharing Aether's horns the night before all Mountain could picture was Rain.

He'd stumbled into Rain's bedroom without so much as knocking, wide eyed and hopeful, and not even the sight of a bound and gagged Swiss bouncing in Rain's lap had dissuaded him. He'd blurted his sudden need with a thick tongue and tense thighs, and the silence that fell was so thick it stole his breath away.

Thankfully, Rain had been in a giving mood.

It was a bit awkward to arrange, but now that they're here Mountain can't believe it took him so long to think of this. Rain has certainly spent plenty of time playing with his antlers, stroking the velvety length of them until Mountain was a hopeless mess, but this...this is different.

Rain's laying on his back now, casual as ever, Swiss still impaled on his cock and struggling to stay balanced. Not that he's complaining - Swiss likes to fight, after all. Mountain's knelt at Rain's head, legs spread wide and half-leaning against the headboard, one hand gripping the mattress for dear life and the other between his thighs. Spreading his cunt so slick lips hug the surface of Rain's horn and leave a sticky trail behind. Mountain can't stop watching his clit throb as it drags over another ridge, stomach jumping with every brush.

"You're drooling," Rain informs him, deeply amused, and Mountain nods. Talking is too much to expect from him right now.

Rain's hands have been resting on Swiss' thighs, thumbs teasing around the other ghoul's folds in the most torturous way, and Swiss makes a truly devastated sound when Rain pulls one away. Rain doesn't even acknowledge it, and judging by the way Swiss' whole being shudders thats sort of the point. Mountain doesn't know or care. He just knows that those long, elegant fingers are trailing up his own stomach now, drifting through sweat-matted hair and caressing the gentle swell of his chest.

"I can help with that."

Two of those skilled digits press themselves into his mouth, Mountain goes stiff, and when he soaks Rain's hair with his release it's all he can do to stay upright.

"Don't stop now," Rain taunts, fucking Mountain's mouth through his inelegant gurgling, and Mountain couldn't keep his hips from rolling even if he wanted to. "Make me happy and I'll give you a turn when I'm done with this one."

Rain punctuates his statement with one sharp jab of his hips, and the way Swiss howls behind his gag is enough to make Mountain's cunt clench.

"Yes, Sir," he slurs, tongue laving at Rain's fingers, and as he watches Swiss' tears start to fall Mountain can't wait for his turn.

[falling-star-cygnus]

Shaking the fandom by the shoulders WHERE ARE THE CAESAR AND BILLY SIBLING FICS!? THEY ARE STATED TO BE SIBLINGS! BILLY GAVE CAESAR ONE OF HIS ARMS! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH POTENTIAL THERE IS WITH THESE TWO?!

((Sorry for the excitement. I was really looking forward for some caesar and Billy wholesomeness from the fandom, after chapter 4. And I found...well, that one angst fic of Billy losing his memories from you and that was before she released! Seriously, we need more big sibling lil sibling dynamic with Caesar and Billy!

LOUDERRRRR -> the billy kid & caesar king tag doesn't even exist on ao3 yet 😭

which is CRAZY, bc- they're so sweet?? like Caesar clearly cares so much about him [i have one more Caesar post that's only on here, and in my Hare Headcanons Incorrect Quotes fic, in case you didn't see it :D]

sooo anydoodle, here's Caesar and Lighter's reaction to Dismemberment! enjoyyy~ i hope

"BILLY KID."

....oooh, boy.

It had been a while since the android had heard that tone. A nice while. A good while.

He should run.

"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE. RIGHT NOW."

He should definitely run.

As quietly, and as quickly, as Billy could possibly manage- he crept off the couch and towards the door. Caesar had swung by on one of her rare trips to Sixth Street, Lighter in tow, to say hi. And to catch up, of course, as the two had been immediately roped into conversation by the girls. With pictures.

He was going to find Burnice's stash and burn it one of these days...

The android crept another step.

Then another.

Annnnd one more.

Freedom was within his grasp..

"Going somewhere, brother?"

A familiar hand, equipped with a gaudy gauntlet he'd say, latches onto the back of his collar to haul him up to his feet like the android was a particularly feisty alley cat.

"Damnit, Lighter, when did you get so strong!?" Billy yelps, despaired that his exit has been cut off, "What did I do?"

"What didn't you do, Billy?" Caesar cuts in, arms crossed in that scolding Big Sister way that still terrifies him.

"Uh, huh-!? I don't know- Did I forget to take the trash out? Or send a letter? What did I do!?"

Nicole peeks out of the kitchen, vaguely apologetic as she watches the scene play out. 'Sorry' she mouths at him. And then flees.

Like a traitor.

Billy doesn't even notice that Caesar and Lighter are examining his limbs until his Big Sis is snapping in front of his face. With..

Ohhhh.

"You didn't think it was important to tell us you had been stripped for parts?" The leading lady of the Sons barks, pinching some of the hair behind his audio processors to tug.

"Obviously it didn't stick."

"Don't sass your big sister," Lighter tugs him into a loose chokehold to knuckle into his hair, "We had to find out from your boss!"

A traitor!

"I didn't want to worry you! I got better-"

Billy is suddenly struck with the images of Piper and Lucy, what they'd look like if they found out what happened to him. How it would effect Piper's sleep, which was so easily influenced by the sounds around her. Or Lucy's already low trust in strangers.

The android is wrenching himself out of Lighter's hold before he even realizes, clutching onto his arm and to Caesar's elbow.

"You can't tell the others," he pleads, careful to keep his grip loose enough not to break the fragile human bones, "Lucy- Piper, please Big Sis- don't tell them."

"Starlight..."

Caesar carefully removes herself from the marksmen's hold to cup his face plate and knock her forehead into his. Which can't feel good, considering the pointed appendages on his forehead.

But, of course, the leading lady doesn't even flinch.

"When I lost my arm, you gave me one of your spares without even thinking about it. It pisses me off that someone took that choice from you."

Her grip shifts from Billy's face to his neck, and she guides the android into a... sort of awkward hug. Billy was just this side of too tall to comfortably burrow into her neck standing up.

"You're allowed to be upset about it too, little bro."

"When are you gonna get it through your thick skull that we care about you," Lighter tacks on, shifting his grip to the android's shoulder, "You weren't just a weapon, or my predecessor. You're our brother, Kid."

He continues before Billy can even stumble out a response.

"So- please.."

"...tell us these things," Caesar finishes, "We'll understand."

bonus: Caesar, pulling back: Now. Billy: ...? Caesar: Is that motherfucker still alive? *the android sputters, but can't exactly flee or deflect in his current position* Anby, behind Caesar: o-o7 Lighter: ....ȏvō7

[rainydaylately]

❥ 𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙨

❥ 𝙠𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

About + Authors note: You are on enemy side and Konig captures and tries to get information from you, you stay quiet and refuse to speak. Konig gets fed up. Smut, Rated M. Please correct me if I messed up the german phrases :3!

Word count: 1500+

nothingness. there was nothing to look at, nothing to hear. it was dark with emptiness, unaware of your surroundings. before being against this chair with what you presumed was a sack over your head, you were off on your mission. alone of course as the group you were told to scout by your lieutenant was one that the faint of heart could not counter, especially rookies. easily they could swipe out an entire group imbued with confidence, only for hope to glide out of their fingertips like a snapped rope. plummeting to into the abyss of death.

wrists burned at the sensation of stiff rope being securely tied, there was no point in attempting to loosen the bands. discomfort settled into pain.

time had been long forgotten, being bound to the chair alone with whatever fate would decide for you tonight. your tried to listen for any sounds to emerge from the abyss of nothingness.

to your luck, sarcastically, footsteps began approaching. the echo making it laborious to pinpoint in what direction it came from. there was a click before the presence of whoever walked in was in front of you.

"you're awake, it's about time," a rough hand yanks the sack from your head. you pulled your head back after being hurtled forward. you were angry, confused, shocked, every emotion you could feel before looking up at your capturer.

the hood draped against his head had two cut holes, being met with the coldest glare to ever come across. the disdain behind his gaze was enough to make you cower in the slightest, but your pride straightened your back. there was no way you were not going to make it out unalive, you needed to get back to your team with the assaurance of it being in one piece.

the man walks around you, almost like a predator about to mangle its prey. you kept your eyes forward, refusing to surrender.

"tell me," he begins, "who sent you?" he dryly says. just as how everyone described him, you connected the details from the so-called tales of Konig. he was large, unsympathetic, meeting his gaze would be met with an instant death. though here you were, probably one of his longest survivors.

you stay quiet, only scowling at him. within the back of your mind there were only two options, talk and be killed, or stay quiet and be killed. the outcomes of both were what you despised, still pondering silently of any means of escape.

"Du bist eine maus," he states followed with a laugh.

konig stands tall, never showing any sign of mercy. you were the mouse just one step away from the trap.

the rough hand from before grips your jaw, gloved fingers digging into your skin to force you to look up. you stare up at him, the fluorescent white light from above shined down at him. portraying him as a god, a higher power above you with you seated down. defenseless.

"who," your silence made him impatient with the tighter grip to your jaw, "sent you?"

stupidly enough a smile creeps onto your lips, "like I would ever tell you."

it's not the response he wanted because there was now a stinging pain from the slap, he gave you. turning back to him you laugh, the situation you were in was bullshit and the realization began to sink into your stomach. might as well do whatever came across your mind.

"is that all?" you ask raising a brow.

konig's hand made its way to your throat, immediately constricting your breathing as he began to speak.

"do you know how easy it is for me to kill you? you're nothing." he spat before finally releasing the chokehold you were in. you coughed as the taste of air finally dropped on your tongue, savoring it before what came next. konig cranes downward, meeting your face.

"you look pretty out of breath, keep quiet and i might give you something you enjoy," he says before finally standing up.

nodding, you kept your mouth shut. not knowing what will come, but his hands coming to undo the buttons of his pants became a clear indicator.

to say you were shocked was an understatement, confused would probably be a more fit description with the slightest hint of excitement. Konig waited, you followed his direction of keeping quiet and he began to raise his hand towards your face. for the slightest moment you felt his fingertips gently take your chin to gaze deeper with the darkness peeking through the holes of the hood.

gloved fingers whispered across your lips, he stepped closer bringing his pelvis to your face.

"open," he demanded. you obediently follow the task, feeling him slide the tip of his cock past your lips. not once did he stop as you could do nothing but take his length.

he settles his cock within your mouth, sparing you by not bottoming out with his cock. you attempted to swallow whatever saliva that began gathering on your tongue, but it was no use, your choking made him sigh.

you pull your head back. konig allowed you to take a breath of air, knowing you had to follow along to his actions. you began taking the tip back into your mouth, sucking the skin before taking in more of his cock. struggling at his girth as you tried to take as much as you could, though failing with another choke. konig laughs at you

"du bist lustig," he mocks. konig pulls away for just a moment, unexpectedly he walks over to your bounded wrists, taking his tactical knife to snip the rope. you pull your strained arms towards you, rubbing the skin painted with bruises.

"that will leave a mark maus," konig stands in front of you once more. now with your hands free this would be more facile.

settling comfortable in front of you, konig waits for you to continue. sweat from nervousness beaded on your forehead, it streaked down dropping onto your thigh. damn, if only he could untie your ankles things would be more interesting. though, this will do.

you place a hand on his hips, pulling him closer as you take his cock in your mouth once more. flattening your tongue onto your bottom teeth as you begin to bob his length, searching for the rhythm to follow.

konig grips the back of your head as your pace steadies, your warm mouth had been the most satisfying feeling in longest time.

"fuck maus," he sighed as you began to trail your other hand to the base of his cock. applying pressure with your grip before twisting each time you inched closer. his fingers entangled in your hair, pulling your roots as you whimpered against his cock with the pain.

you strangled a cough out when konig thrusted his hips forward, pulling once more for a quick breath of air disatisfied him.

he steadied his grip on your head whilst you setlled back on his cock, bobbing and sucking sending him over the edge. without the hood you would be able to see the parted lips struggling to steady his breath. konig wanted to keep the authority he had by holding back the whimpers that pounded against his vocal cords, fighting to erupt into the room.

konig pulled his hips back, ultimately shoving them forward. continuing sloppy thrusts before fucking your throat raw. your eyes widened. doe eyes looking up at konig, begging for a glimpse of mercy as tears began to stream down your face. drool dripping down your chin as there was nothing else to do now but grip his hips and fight the urge for a taste of air.

"take it," he struggled to hold his composure. the edge was within arm's reach, and he was chasing after it with your help. using you as his own little fuck toy.

your moans were muffled yet vibrated his cock as his pace began to falter. he was close, so close with the jagged thrust. slowing down, stopping for just a moment, then continuing as he kept muttering words under his breath. your tried to make out on what he said but there was no use, a cried moan broke konig's silent prayer as his cum shot down your throat.

konig was breathless, looking down at the mess of your face. tears and spit cascaded your face, wet lashes fluttered towards him as he leaned down. a breathless beauty he thought. he lifted up his hood to reveal his flushed lips before kissing you, an intimate moment before pulling away. longing for more, you were breathless, and he wanted to use you again. 

[thedeathdoctor]

Won’t Let You Get Away (3/?)

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x AFAB! female reader

Summary: While enjoying a good night with you, Ghost realizes a few things about himself.

Warnings: smut! -> size kink, fingering, anal ment., spanking, overstimulation, possessive Ghost, voice kink, blood ment., mild dubcon vibes, creampie, mild breeding kink

A/N: This ended up being a hell of a lot longer than I intended. I wish I could write as fast as the thoughts appear in my head, fr. Also I plan on doing more misc organizational work on this blog, make a new pinned and collect my writing into lists and clean up my tags so yall can find things easier. One thing at a time and slow progress is still progress is my mantra recently.

Part 1

Part 2

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Ghost was floating, lost in the intoxicating haze of your presence. His fingers wound their way into your hair, tilting your head back and pressing hot, sloppy kisses up your neck, relishing in the heated moans escaping your lips. Finding your mouth supple and accommodating, his tongue lapped up the saliva on your glossy lips and pushed past them, needing to taste more of you. The feeling of your full bodied moan into his mouth, followed by you falling limp against him led him to slide his free hand down from your back, sweeping his arm under your knees and effortlessly picking you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles struggling to hook together around his midsection as he pinned you against the wall. 

“God, Ghost…I need you…please,” you whined, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and trying to press yourself even closer to him. He wasn’t certain, but he could have sworn you were grinding your hips up against him. 

“I’m here, I-I’m here,” he groaned, “tell me what you need, love…”

“N…Need you in me…Need you to split me open…”

The words had Ghost taking you off the wall and nearly slamming you down onto the bed. He had stripped himself down to his underwear in record time, giving him enough time to see you unhook your bra. Standing before you as you kneeled at the edge of the bed, he turned you around, pulling your back flush against him, one hand diving into your silky panties. 

“I like these on you, princess, did you wear these just for me?” 

His low growl sent a shiver down your body as his middle finger slid its way between your labia, not waiting for you to answer. Your little makeout session had left you so unbelievably wet that Simon couldn’t help but slide the finger into your weeping hole. An undeniable moan left your lips as you began to push your hips up into his hand, desperately seeking more of the sweet friction your body craved. 

“Can’t just let you take my cock unprepared, sweetheart. Wouldn’t be very nice of me to leave you out of commission for days, now.”

“Please…Ghost…Sir…More…”

He obliged, sliding a second finger in you before pulling you closer against his body, your neck settling into the crook of his elbow as he held you in a chokehold. Your head lolled as your vision grew hazy. He was raging hard against you, enjoying the feeling of rubbing up against you squirming against his hand. 

A perverse thought flickered across his mind, the idea of driving his cock deep into your perfect ass, the feeling of making your tight little asshole yield to him and bottoming out in you within the same stroke. All while he would continue to fuck your drooling cunt open with his fingers like this.

The thought was interrupted as you called out for him, voice reaching a fever pitch of heated vocalizations. God, Ghost thought to himself, he was about to make you cum by only giving you two fingers and you had wanted to take his whole cock without prep. 

His velvety voice purred into your ear. “Thassit love, come all over my fingers like a good girl… I know you want to…”

You took one last, shuddering breath before your whole body tensed a second, teetering just on the edge - and then releasing all of the tension that had built up just behind your navel with a rush of fluid and a full bodied moan. The arch of your back left him with a perfectly drool-worthy image of your face - mouth open, face flushed, and your wide eyes staring into the top of your skull. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” 

The words hardly registered in your brain and all you could do was nod dumbly. 

“Do you think you can take my cock, or do you need a break?”

“Yesh…” Your cheeks were squished in the crook of his arm, slurring your speech. “More pleash Ghosht…”

“Good girl…” he purred next to your ear. 

Releasing your head from his grip, he could barely believe as you immediately dropped down onto your hands, swaying your hips side to side in front of him. One hand slapped your ass and teased up your slit while Ghost removed his underwear. Once more, his fingers dipped into you, unable to keep themselves away from your dripping warmth. 

Still sensitive from your first orgasm, he easily brought you to the edge of another, holding you there until you began to whine with impatience. Wordlessly, he removed his fingers, leaving you hollow for just a moment. The feeling of his touch at your entrance promised relief to your needy body; one hand grabbed your hips and you coyly pushed back against what you thought was still his fingers until you felt his other hand take hold of you. 

Oh.

Ghost let out a long, low groan as he pressed into you, steadily sinking his cock inch by inch into your eager, slippery hole. He was unbelievably thick, and you probably should have taken three of his fingers as an intermediate step before this, but the thought lingered nowhere in your mind as he replaced the hollow in your core with heavenly fulfillment. At no point did he stop to let either of you adjust, he simply pushed his way into your yielding pussy until his entire length had been enveloped in your succulent heat. 

“Simonnn, you’re so bigg…” you keened. The words flew immediately to his ego, and in response he gave you a sudden thrust, fully bottoming out in you. 

“You take me well, pretty girl. Wasn’t expecting a little thing like you to fit all this cock in you so easy…”

Before you could respond, he startled you by punctuating his words with a quick swat of your ass. You yelped, feeling the rumble of his snickering behind you. He’d taken advantage of your surprise by imperceptibly pulling back, and you hadn’t anticipated his subsequent thrust. 

“Si-!” 

This time, he didn’t respond, instead beginning a leisurely pace of dragging half his length out of you before easing it back in. Arching your back had him kneading your ample ass, punctuated with the occasional smack on the plumpest sides. At his deepest, he could feel the head of his cock smush against your cervix, leaking precum into your womb.  

Though he moved with a far more merciful speed now than he had with his fingers, tension rapidly swelled in your core, threatening to overwhelm you before you’d had the chance to catch your breath. Haze seeped into your mind, leaving you scrambling to find the words to what you urgently needed him to know-

“G-Ghosht…I…Si…I-I…wanna…gonna…pleashh…”

Your eyes unfocused, the wrinkled sheets in your view blurring until you ceased holding your lids open. 

“Cum for me again, love.” 

At his command, your body responded in prompt obedience; hearing the deep, accented voice set off a series of shivers that traveled through your body like shockwaves. Clenching handfuls of the sheets, you came hard, the built up internal pressure bursting forth in a torrential gush of fluid as you squeezed down on his cock. The shivers built into full body shudders as your mouth opened and released a long, wanton cry that filled the entire room with your resounding voice. 

You collapsed into the mattress, hips still firmly held in the air by Ghost’s hands. Gently, he pulled out of you and helped you reposition yourself into laying on your back. He was just about to ask you if you wanted to rest before you hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him to the edge of the bed again.

“M-more…”

“Insatiable, aren’t you, love?”

You looked up at him, a dreamy expression on your face as you murmured, “Wan…wanna make you cum, Si…”

The words had him taking his dripping cock in hand and rubbing it between your labia.

“Do you now? How generous of you, sweetheart…” 

His eyes betrayed a deep hunger, one that you ached to fulfill. Despite the threat of danger, you wanted to satisfy him in return.

“Wanna feel you cum in me …”

A deep, territorial growl reverberated through his chest. 

“Oh, I will…Fill you up till you’re stuffed…overflowing with my seed…” The last few words he spoke faintly, as if he were keeping them close like cards to his chest.

This time, he entered you without warning, immediately burying himself deep before beginning a series of dizzying thrusts. He fucked you mercilessly, the motion evolving from driving his hips forward into you to pulling you by the hips toward him. Your head lolled with every jerk, feeling him reposition and slide your entire body onto his cock with the ease of using you like a fleshlight. 

“Gon…make…you…mine…gon…keep…you…to…my…self…!”

Alternating between each growled word and punishing thrust had the effect of you being unable to string any of them together into a message. The man had felt you sapping his stringent self control since you’d first touched and now he was aware that only a few tattered scraps of it remained. You intoxicated him, gave him just enough to allow the gnawing hunger inside of Simon Riley to emerge with a vengeance. He found himself driven by his desire to attach you to him - permanently. For so long he’d tried to pretend that 141 could fill his need for a family and now he realized that it was not a substitute, but a stepping stone. Through the task force, he’d met you, the woman he needed to begin again with the happier, loving family he’d wanted for so long. The realization filled him with an exhilaration he’d never before known; it spread through every inch of his body until he was brimming with ecstasy. 

A tiny sting diverted his attention to his wrist. You had gripped onto it so tightly that your nails had dug into the skin, releasing a small trickle of blood. From the look on your face, he’d overstimulated you to the point of practically falling limp in his hands, save for the hand holding on for dear life and the twitching of your pussy around him. It was a beautiful sight, seeing you blissed out of your mind at his doing. It was something that he wanted to see as a frequent occurrence in the house you would share. 

Oh.

The thought overwhelmed him.

“Ah, fuck, I-”

Just a few words left his mouth before they degraded into a deep, filthy moan. He bottomed out in you, intentionally shoving his cockhead against the entrance to your womb, imagining the flood of cum gushing into your uterus, filling you at your deepest and claiming you all for himself. 

Weakly, you smiled up at him as he moved you further back onto the bed before collapsing against you, keeping his cock in you to keep the cum from spilling out. Holding you in his arms, the both of you spent, everything faded around him faster than he would have liked.

…

Ghost woke up the next morning in his cot, alone. The sloppy mess in his pants was the only physical evidence of what he’d just gone through. He seethed quietly. The feeling of you in his arms, the sound of you calling out for him, the sight of you spread out before him -the entire experience as crisp in his head as a memory - it had all been a wet dream. Despite everything, he was no better than he was as an immature teenager. 

As he cleaned himself up, his mind returned to the night before. He had driven Price, Soap, and Rudy back to base around one in the morning, failing to convince you to join them. You had insisted on staying with the handful of sloshed Shadow Company contractors remaining at the bar for just a while longer, giving the noticeably tipsy Graves the opportunity to sidle up next to you and tell the Lieutenant that he’d make sure to take plenty good care of you. The drawl of his words elicited another bubbly giggle from you and by God, Ghost’s hand clenched as his side, just wishing to smack the smirk clean off the other man’s face.

Your quarters were located in a different area than his, so he took up watch in a common area where he knew you should pass by on the way to your bed. He stayed up all night. Dawn came, and you hadn’t returned. He’d retired to his room for a quick nap which was when the dream occurred, all in the space of an hour. It lingered with him the entire day as he went through the motions as Lieutenant, busy with tasks that denied him any chance to see you. 

Though exhausted, he continued on, trying to ignore the ember smoldering in his chest by pretending a trained killer like him harbored no domestic fantasies nor desire to keep you all to himself. 

But his heart leapt at every possibility of him seeing you again.

[sadiecoocoo]

The Shadows are Coming Chp. 3

Summary - Tech learns more about the sickness, Wrecker goes to find his brothers

Word Count - 2226

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Notes: Happy spooky everybody!!! here's some eerie zombie stuff for you :) I am still going to be posting once a month, sadly I haven't worked on this fic much since the last chapter... Attack on Titan has me a in a chokehold, but that can be good news if you like aot and want a nice gory fic for it soon >:) also I didn't bother editing this chp... so sorry for any errors lol anyways, hope you enjoy!

Tech motioned for Wrecker to lay Echo out on the medical table. The brute gently placed the ARC down, resting his hand on his shoulder before pulling away to give Tech room to work. The splicer immediately got out a medical scanner and checked Echo’s vitals.

He held back a curse, not wanting to alarm Wrecker more than he already was. His brother was strong, but Tech didn’t want to test his limits. Echo was semi-conscious now, his eyes open and blinking as he tried to regain comprehension. Tech much preferred him being asleep, it might have been slowing the sickness. 

He seemed to be recovering for the moment though, Tech would guess that soon enough he would be coherent again. The virus seemed to attack in waves then, each one leaving the host weaker and weaker until it could fully take hold.

He needed to get a sample. He started searching the med-bay, looking for both supplies and any hidden troopers waiting for an opportunity to attack. Their intelligence was astounding, not at all like the zombies that Wrecker continued to insist they were.

Twice now they had waited until they could catch the Batch off guard before they struck. They used the dark to conceal themselves and fell into almost complete silence, similar to a wild tooka when hunting. They were even capable of speech, meaning they retained some humanity despite their now murderous nature. And the focus on forcing other troopers’ helmets off rather than simply killing them is uncannily intelligent.

All of these things showed that there was still something human in those troopers. Maybe that bit of sentience could be awakened again. There was a real possibility of a cure. He just needed the time to make it.

“Wrecker,” Tech cut in, breaking the somber silence that had fallen upon the two. “Please seal the door.” He asked. Sealing it would buy him more time in case the troopers that had yet to attack decided they didn’t want to wait anymore.

“What about the others?” Wrecker asked frantically. Tech suppressed a flinch. He turned back to his brother, fighting for something to say. He let out a rough sigh.

“I have no doubts that they will be alright, however I think I can manage here without you if it would make you feel better to go help them.” He said placatingly. Wrecker seemed to have perked up at that. Tech watched as the bruiser’s head turned from the door then to Echo, who was now sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly. Tech knew that no matter where Wrecker went, he would worry. However, he was not worried about himself, and knew their brothers would need help to make it to this med-bay.

“Yes, you would be most useful going to help Hunter and Crosshair.” Tech assured. He turned away towards one of the counters, opening a cabinet above to search for decent enough supplies.

“Stay safe.” Wrecker said quickly, then Tech heard the swooshing of the door being shut. He released another sigh, hoping that his brothers really would be alright. He knew they could all handle themselves, but if they got infected and he didn’t make the cure in time, there was no amount of combat skills to beat that.

Tech turned to look for an IV. He wasn’t sure what Echo would need, but coming from the nosebleed he had been having, a blood transplant would be useful. He grabbed the stand and rolled it over to Echo’s bed, then went back to look for fluids.

In one cabinet, there was an unruly pile of blood bags. He grabbed several, and started a scan to be sure the virus hadn’t breached the seals. He frowned at the results. All had traces of the virus, and all would only serve to make Echo worse.

As he continued to search the medical room for any samples that the medics should have collected (there was no telling how incompetent these regs would be), he tried to talk to Echo. He really didn’t say anything meaningful, just random facts or things he’d noticed about the base. He just needed to keep Echo coherent.

Sometimes the reg would hum in response, others he would agree and mumble something else he had noticed about the troopers. He seemed to be coming down from his moment of confusion, Tech chose to see that as a good thing.

Both of them had noticed the trooper’s intelligence. Both had agreed that their use of speech seemed to be to lure people in a trap, and that they mainly communicated using the animalistic snarling they had heard before.

“I dunno if you saw it, but the trooper I had pinned before had pale eyes,” He paused, mouth open as he fought for the right words, “like they were dead.” Echo finished with a numb and haunted tone. Tech paused, pressing his lips into a thin line. Echo sounded so tired, it had barely been half an hour, how could a virus have taken hold of their reg so quickly.

Tech didn’t answer for several moments, instead focusing on the samples he had finally been able to find. There was a datapad next to the sealed vials, and Tech powered it up to go over the files that the regs had hopefully written down.

He skimmed over the aurebesh text, not too happy with his findings.

[0500, morning cycle] A new virus has been found in the base, orders were given to keep our buckets on and quarantine ourselves unless showing symptoms. The base was sealed to prevent it from infecting wildlife and further spreading.

- Nash

[0745, morning cycle]  Several troopers have been checking into the infirmary, I have my hands full. Half of my medics are sick too, I’ve confined them and any others showing symptoms to bed rest. Current symptoms include: fever, dizziness, nausea, struggle of breath, slowing heartbeat, excessive nosebleed. Some had rashes on their skin, almost as if the cells were dying; the ones experiencing these symptoms seem to be dealing the worst.

Someone tried to escape the base, the captain got pissed and ordered all the ships to be dismantled. It was probably overkill, but this virus could be fatal, we can’t let it spread.

- Nash

[1030, morning cycle] There’s not a free bed in the infirmary, I’ve had to run from here to the barracks several times. There are only a few troopers not infected, thankfully myself included. Flay, Grim, Jax, and Skeet are the only others that I’m aware of.

- Nash

[1200, afternoon cycle] Some seem to be recovering now, many are regaining their strength. Physical symptoms are waning, but the infected are under a lot of mental strain. I suspect some may be hallucinating or having fever dreams often. Many seem much less aware of their surroundings and are acting almost violent. It seems to be a final affect of the disease, the ones that had gotten through it seem to have recovered, though they are tired. I think everyone should recover soon.

- Nash

[1300, afternoon cycle] I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. They’re all dead. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I thought they were getting better I thought I fixed it I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry

- Nash

Tech skipped the rest of the log. It was just those two words repeated over and over again. He moved on to the next.

[1310, afternoon cycle] they got up. They just got up. Oh Force they aren’t the same. There’s something wrong. Those aren’t my brothers.

- Nash

[2300, night cycle] we were able to get a quick transmission out before retreating back here. Grim didn’t make it. There’s only four of us left now. They’re at the door. It won’t hold long. We’re going to try hiding in the vents until help arrives. I’ve left samples of the virus, along with the rest of my notes. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it. I just hope whoever finds this will have enough time.

- Nash

Tech was unable to continue reading. He felt sick to his stomach. Within hours, they all died, then came back wrong. He turned back towards Echo, then shut his eyes tightly. Now wasn’t the time to worry, he needed to get this cure made.

But if an entire team of troopers couldn’t get it in time, how could he? He was one person, no matter how smart he was. He might have to redo everything that Nash had done and start from scratch.

He worried his lip, breaking the skin. He didn’t have time to panic and doubt his abilities, Echo needed him now. Tech practiced the breathing exercises he had taught Echo so long ago, to help with the times when he was back there. The splicer never thought he’d be needing them himself.

When he thought he was stable enough to do so, he finished searching the cabinet where he found the datapad. As stated in one of Nash’s logs, a plethora of samples were in a neat container. They contained blood samples, air quality samples, and skin tissue samples.

 He could work with this. He could do this. Tech quickly got them set up to several different machinery to test what kills them. He frowned as he thought how long that might take. At least he wouldn’t have to be present for most of it, and Nash’s findings were still there.

“Hey, Tech?” He jumped at Echo’s call. The splicer turned quickly to give the ARC his attention.

“Yes?”

“It’ll be okay.” Tesh wished he hadn’t said that. He wished he could believe that.

The door opened with a hiss.

Wrecker didn’t think he had ever ran as fast as he was now in his entire life. He was filled with more urgency than any other battlefield had given him. His brothers needed him, he needed to hurry.

He still couldn’t hear any blaster fire, and now he couldn’t even see any signs of the zombies. Tech had said something about them being smart, smart like an animal is, and Wrecker knew Tech was almost always right.

He knew the forest got quiet when there was a predator nearby; Echo had done his utmost to teach Wrecker strategy and taught him the basics like this first. The zombies were the predators, so why were they quiet now. He urged himself to think, to not just focus on barreling through the hallways.

Predators got quiet when they hunt, but if they’re in packs they chase their prey down until they got tired and could finish them off. Hunters in packs wouldn’t focus on stealth, like how the Batch usually ran in blasting unless specifically told not to. So who told the zombies to hide?

He turned a corner, tensing in case something would jump from behind. He was met with silence and shadows. Still shadows, like the water of a pond. Right now, nothing but Wrecker disturbed the water.

He slowed, the paranoia and unease getting to him. He couldn’t hear the zombies, and he couldn’t see them, but he knew they were there. He knew they could see him. So why weren’t they attacking? He was alone. He was easy prey if they outnumbered him enough. So why leave him alone?

Unless they wanted him to get to his brothers. Or to lead him away from something. Or towards something.

Wrecker brought his hand up to the side of his helmet, trying to comms for the millionth time. It was met with an irritating static. It wasn’t the kind of static where the comms weren’t working, it was the kind where the person on the other end wasn’t answering. He suppressed the urge to groan in anger. Now was one of those times where he needed to be quiet.

He was once again stumped on what to do. He wanted to find Hunter and Crosshair, to make sure they were okay. He knew deep down they would be, when those two worked together it was like fighting the force of a god, but he couldn’t help but worry.

He also wanted to go back to Tech. He had left his other brothers practically defenseless. Tech would be distracted while working on the cure and Echo… Echo wouldn’t be able to defend himself.

Kark, why was it so difficult to decide on things? Why couldn’t the answer just be handed to him, like they always were for Tech or Hunter, or really any of his brothers? Why did he have to be the one alone?

A sob built in his throat, and he clamped his mouth shut. He would not panic. He’s been alone on mission hundreds of times before, this wasn’t any different. Except in the ways that it was very different. Other than that, it was exactly the same!

He would go find his brothers, just to make sure they were okay. After that, he could bring them all to where Tech and Echo were, then they’d get the cure, and then they’d leave. That was only, like, four things. He could do this. They’d all be okay.

He jumped in place for a moment, hyping himself up to keep running, then he dashed down the dark halls.

The shadows weren’t as still anymore.

End Notes: so... any new theories on who's gonna be a zombie first, if any at all? also sorta sorry for the almost cliffhanger with this one lol, next one will have lots more gore :D

Next Chp.

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@greyangelpain @zilvercrystal @travellingnorthwards @lifblogs @electrikworm

@buniby @thora-sniper @restrospect1003 @dizzy-9906

[fandomfluffandfuck]

😌😌

Steve can't breathe, everything too hot and stuffy, his skin slick with sweat and fluids. He's heaving, like he just ran for a marathon, body shaking. A thrust has him moaning, a body draped over his back and another writhing under him.

Bucky leans, his chest to Steve's back, lips brushing against his ear, "Look at 'im Steve, look at how he's fucking losing his mind 'cause of ya."

Steve's eyes flutter, hazy gaze finding Sebastian under him shaking, hands tied at the wrist above his head, back arched and head thrown back. A groan rips out of Steve when he feels his wet, warm hole clench around his sensitive cock, legs tight around his weight and overlapping with Bucky's hands digging into his skin. Sebs moaning and sobbing under him, his stomach wet with his release, hole making filthy squelching noise everytime that Steve pushed inside him with every thrust from Bucky behind him.

God, Steve doesn't know how many times he's already come, from the tight heat around him and the big cock fucking his wet hole sloppy, body barely held up by his own arms, curved above Sebastian. Bucky's insatiable, just groaning and panting above them both, taking and taking and driving both Seb and Steve mad with pleasure. Steve keens, eyes rolling when Bucky nails his prostate, thrusting hard and rough.

He collapses on top of Sebastian, convulsing with a high pitched when he clenches tightly around Steve, coming for the hundredth time. His cock barely twitches, a dry release that has him sobbing. Sebs arms shake, tears in his eyes and body so so sensitive. He weakly whimpers when Steve comes in him, both of their bodies moving, skin slick with sweat gliding against each other.

It's heat and wet and when Steve's lips finds Sebastian, both of them moans, not even kissing, just panting and moaning in each other's mouth. Above them, Bucky keeps moving, fucking with enough force that jarrs the two under him. He's losing his shit, how hot and tight Steve is and how Sebastian's nearly delirious with pleasure under them both.

They're both shaking and sensitive yet with the way they moaned and shaked, they wanted more, begging for him to keep moving. "You feel so fucking good Steve, so fucking tight. Taking my cock like it's your only purpose. Is this enough for you Stevie? My cock filling you up and Sebs wet heat around you. Is this good enough for you baby? Is Sebastian good under you? Mhm come in him again baby, fill him up. I'll fuck you stupid with my cock till there's nothing more for you to give, till you've emptied yourself inside Seb. And when you're done, I'll fucking eat your release from Seb, I'll fucking do it, god I swear-"

("I NEED THIS SANDWHICH-" gets dragged off stage and shot behind the blinds)

-🫠🫠

"Steve can't breathe, everything too hot and stuffy, his skin slick with sweat and fluids. He's heaving, like he just ran for a marathon, body shaking. A thrust has him moaning, a body draped over his back and another writhing under him."

I can see this so well already. Goddamn. Way to start with a fucking bang.

Oh? Him? Who's him?

SEBASTIAN?

SEBASTIAN!

OH.

OH, FUCK YEAH.

Especially fuck yes for Sebastian being tied up. Maybe my favorite version of Sebastian because... I can't help it. He just is. He deserves to be restrained. Fucking Christ. I love this. I love this for Sebastian and for Steve. Both of them going insane because of what Bucky's doing to them. Goddd.

The. way. they're. delirious. Jesus Christ. It has me in a CHOKEHOLD.

Not the dirty talk, too!! Bucky's filthy plans and his filthy mouth. I can't fucking take it. He's about to kill Seb and Steve and… neither of them nor I want charges pressed. Murder away because it's hot.

FUCKING THANKS FOR THIS. I'm die. I'm dead. This is a fantastic thought. I am always down for this. I love how Bucky is using them both and domming them both, it's delicious. Again, Jesus 🫠🫠, thank you for this piece of literature.

[thatssonanii]

Christmas Excerpt

A/N: Happy birthday to my boy, JC! Merry Chrimuh, yall! 🎄🤶🎅 And Happy Holidays! My gift to yall💛See yall in 2024!

Warnings: Playful violence, 18+, Minors DNI

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Chapter Eight

Tinamatua(Grandma)Manamea(babygirl)

The living room that was previously covered in wrapping paper was now covered with Sienna's toys. She played gleefully  with her Lego set alongside Zilla while Moriah watched from the doorway.

“Nooo,” Sienna giggled, “It don't go like that, Uncle!”

“That's where you told me to put it though,” he laughed, still building. 

She shook her head as she tried to move his hand. “Uhn uhn, I tell you to put it over there on the red one.”

“I want it on the yellow though,” he sassed playfully, putting his block back, “It look better that way.”

“Oh my gosh,” she groaned. “Auntie was right! You not listen!”

Zilla's face frowned up playfully, he quickly grabbed the little girl into his arms and started tickling her. She wiggled and giggled uncontrollably.

“You been talking junk about me to your Auntie, Sisi? Huh?”

“Noooo,” she squealed in between laughs then laid eyes on Moriah. “Auntie! Auntie help!”

Laughing, Moriah went over to them and put Zilla in a headlock. The pressure she applied was enough to make him stop tickling to focus on getting his girlfriend off him. 

“Run, Si! Auntie got him!” Moriah yelled playfully. 

Sienna giggled as she ran out of the room but Moriah didn't let up. Although he could've easily moved her, Zilla tapped her arm, his laughter choking out. 

“Say you love me!”

“I love your ass, Fat,” he laughed. 

“Now say I'm not the hard headed one!”

He tried to pry her arm off again but he couldn't control his laughter. 

“I'm not the hard headed one!”

“Oh you wanna be smart,” she laughed, tightening her hold, “Say Moriah isn't the hard headed one.”

“Moriah,” he choked when she squeezed again, “Moriah ain't the hard headed one!”

Slowly, she released him with a satisfied smile watching him cough to catch his breath. He coughed a few times through his laughter as he watched her. 

“You was tryna take me out, Fat?”

“Of course not,” she laughed, “I was protecting niecey pooh. You okay, baby?”

“I think I need a kiss to make me feel better,” he suggested, licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes playfully and leaned towards him. When her eyes closed, he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed, making her eyes pop back open then narrow at him. He chuckled softly. 

“Was that nice?” He asked softly. 

“Uuuh … uhn uhn.”

“Mmhm so what you s'posed to say, Fat?”

Her eyes fluttered, feeling him briefly squeeze a little tighter.

“Ion hear you.”

“Mmm … I'm sorry, Daddy.”

A slick smile sat low on his face, he leaned in to peck her lips a few times still holding her throat. 

“That's my girl.”

Sienna ran back into the room with Leata behind her. She squealed softly seeing them before running over and jumping on her uncle's back. 

“He got Auntie! Help, Tinamatua!” 

“I don't think Auntie was in danger, Si.”

Zilla let her go to wrestle with his niece while Moriah and Leata laughed. Moriah hurried out the way to avoid getting hit during their play fight. 

“The two of you forget you're not at home, I see.”

“I … it was him,” Moriah laughed, “It's always him.”

Leata watched her with a smile. “Uhuh and last night that was him too?”

Moriah covered her face trying to stop laughing. “Don't know what you're talking about.”

“You do. Now I want you to take your hands down,” she chuckled moving Moriah's hands, “And tell me that lie. But before you do, I want you to know that I heard the whole conversation.”

“Its not my fault,” she pouted. “You were supposed to sleeping, Mama.”

“Oh, manamea. It's never your fault, you're so innocent.” She joked. 

“That's right! He's the bad influence, Mama. I'm an angel!”

“Lying on Christmas. Tsk,” Leata joked walking away. 

Moriah laughed, putting her sights back on Zilla and Sienna. He was letting her put him in a chokehold. 

“Get him, Si! He got me in trouble!”

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@badthingshappenbingo prompt: Human Shield

Find the fic on Ao3

Note: Second half is written from Tony's POV during Civil War, but not intended to be anti-Team Cap or anti-Steve.

2012

God, Tony wants to die.

“Put the shield down Rogers, or I’m going to shoot him in the head.”

Not literally, obviously. Figuratively. From embarrassment.

The guy they’ve been chasing for the past week is just that—a guy. A very well-trained, very strong guy, based on the burly arm gripping Tony by the throat, but still. Human shield is not Tony’s best look.

Steve is managing to appear, Tony begrudgingly admits, exponentially cooler. His expression is stoic behind the cowl and shield, the gun resting on the rim, film and steady. “Let him go, Batroc. It’s over.”

Batroc huffs, right in Tony’s ear. Tony cringes away because gross—he does not need this guy’s morning breath anywhere near his breathing passages—but that only presses his temple more firmly against Batroc’s firearm.

He’s already working on ideas to make the suit more portable. The suitcase design was a good start, but it had just taken one kick from the Frenchman to send it skidding out of reach. Tony’s hand-to-hand skills are far from weak, but he and Steve had been ambushed without warning, and apparently Batroc had decided that Tony was the more controllable hostage of the two.

Next time, this wouldn’t happen. He’d make some sort of suit he could carry on his person all the time, even just a gauntlet, so he’d be ready always.

But that was next time. This time, Tony has to make do with what he’s given. Which, at the moment, is the hostage training Natasha had forced him through for this exact scenario.

“You know I wear a two-hundred-pound suit around the bad guys, right?” Tony had scoffed. “I highly doubt one of them is going to be able to get me in a chokehold.”

Natasha’s response to that had been to, naturally, put Tony in a chokehold, not releasing him until he had agreed to let her show him a few moves.

“A human shield makes it harder to hit the target,” Natasha had told him. “But not impossible. Still, you want to reduce the odds of getting shot yourself as best you can, which means you aim for the ribs. Give us a window, and we’ll take the assailant out.”

They’d practiced it until Tony had it perfect. “There. You happy now, Romanoff?”

“Now that I know one of my friends is in slightly less danger than before? A little bit, yeah.”

Batroc’s blathering on about something else, demands or threats, but Tony isn’t listening. He catches Steve’s eye, raising an eyebrow. Ready? He sees Steve make the calculation—determining the risk. Then he makes eye contact with Tony, and nods. Ready.

Batroc doesn’t see it coming. He’s so focused on Steve that he’s completely unprepared when Tony slams his elbow into his solar plexus.

The gun at Tony’s head stutters, the hold around his throat loosening. It’s not enough to pull free, but the next moment there’s a bang, and then strong arms are grabbing his and pulling him to safety.

“Are you alright?”

Tony winces as he runs a hand over his surely bruised throat. Batroc is bellowing on the ground, bleeding from the shoulder, but neither Tony nor Steve pay him any attention. “Yeah,” Tony croaks, clearing his throat. Ow. “Just some bruised pride. Maybe a few other things. Nice shot.”

Steve claps him on the shoulder. “Always. Although not something I want to do often.”

“You getting squeamish, Captain?”

“Not for this,” Steve replies grimly. “For you—for anyone on the team—I’ll always make the shot. I promise.”

2016

Tony has been through a myriad of feelings the past couple of days, but the absolute panic of I’m about to be shot in the face is a new one. The swell of pride when one of his inventions works for the first time, however—that’s one he’s all too familiar with.

The nanotech gauntlet is barely out of the testing phase, but it’s the only one he’s allowed to carry these days under the Accords. He’s not meant to be using it, either, not without UN permission, but he thinks they’ll let him off the hook given there’s a feral Winter Soldier plowing through Avengers right now.

Catching the gun is the first thing that comes to mind when Barnes points the thing right in his face, his thoughts transforming from That was incredibly stupid to That was amazingly genius in a nanosecond. It’s also a nanosecond of distraction, where he’s not moving, not thinking, and apparently that’s all Barnes needs to get the upper hand.

Tony braces, preparing for the blow as the metal arm swings for his head, but the pain doesn’t come. Instead of a hit, he feels metal grip his throat, a human but inhumanely strong second hand wrap around his waist, as he hears the distant clatter of his glasses hitting the floor.

At the last possible second, Tony throws a counter-maneuver—one of the many, many moves he’d practiced with Natasha after the Batroc incident—but he doesn’t account for Barnes’s strength. The escape attempt does nothing, and then Tony finds himself helpless in the Winter Soldier’s hold.

“Release him.”

Barnes spins them both around, looking for escape paths, the arms around Tony tightening as T’Challa stalks towards them with claws at the ready.

“You will not escape here,” T’Challa adds, and Tony doesn’t know whether the calm murder in his voice is a point in or against his favor. Tony recalls the day he found out his own father had died. He hadn’t exactly handled it with aplomb. He can’t even begin to imagine how he’d react if he’d found out it was deliberate, that there was someone to blame outside of a lethal combination of windy country roads and whiskey.

Barnes responds by shifting his grip, too fast and too expert for Tony to take advantage, so his gun is pointing at Tony’s neck.

“That’s not going to help you.” A new voice. Barnes doesn’t turn to meet it, clearly more worried about the Black Panther. Natasha moves around to where they can both see her, meeting Tony’s eye. “Stay calm, Tony. We’ll get you out of this.”

Tony would love to believe her, but knowledge of just how deadly Barnes is even without a gun isn’t helping matters.

And then, a third voice. “Bucky!”

This time, Barnes does move, even though he’s careful not to let either T’Challa or Natasha out of his sight. Steve is running full tilt at them, not even bothering with the stairs as he leaps to the lower floor. The shield is missing, but Steve’s managed to acquire a gun. He holds it loosely between his fingers as though he’s worried it's going to burn him, not even trying to lift it when he sees the situation before him.

“Bucky,” Steve says again, all determination. “I know you’re in there. Stand down.”

Judging by the increase in pressure on Tony’s throat, Barnes has absolutely no intention of following that order. Tony chokes, instinctively trying to pry the arm away, but it’s like trying to shift concrete.

The gun in Steve’s hand twitches. “Bucky,” he says, yet again, his voice soft. “You’re not in danger. These are allies. I’m your ally. I know you remember me.”

Great, so Tony’s life depends on the memory of a guy with seventy years worth of brain damage.

“Steve,” Natasha murmurs—a warning. She’s eyeing the gun, as though thinking of grabbing it.

Steve notices. His response is to clutch it a little tighter. Which Tony reads as I know what I’m doing, Romanoff, back off. And apparently Barnes reads as This man is about to shoot me so time to run away.

Tony has no choice but to be dragged with him, feet unable to find purchase as Barnes starts backing through the building. More backup has arrived, but Tony’s unable to pay them much attention. He doubts any of them are willing to take a shot anyway, not with the gun trained on them, and not when he’s blocking so much of Barnes’s body.

The panic doesn’t properly set in until he realizes Barnes is taking him to the roof. “Hey, you don’t need—” he tries, but immediately gets cut off when more pressure is added to his throat. He blinks rapidly as they burst into sudden daylight, willing them to adjust, then almost wishing he was still blinded as he sees Barnes’s target.

Tony is just thinking that he really doesn’t want to find out if Barnes is planning to drag him onto that helicopter, or if his part here is done and he’s about to be disposed of, when another figure joins them on the roof. “Bucky, stop.”

Barnes doesn’t stop. He doesn’t go to the helicopter either. Instead, he drags Tony backward until they’re balanced on the edge of the roof, and Tony catches a glimpse of water way too far below them. The gun is still at Tony’s neck. Tony grimaces as he tries to move away from it, but Barnes’s grip is as resolute as ever.

“No one is going to hurt you,” Steve tries. “I know you’re confused, but I know you know me. I’m Steve. You’re Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes.”

Tony wishes he could have one ounce of Steve’s conviction. Maybe then his heart would stop pounding quite so fast.

Barnes doesn’t move. He doesn’t let him go. And Tony’s done playing damsel in distress. He raises his arms, just slightly, willing Steve to see the movement.

Steve does. His eyes go a little wider, his grip shifting on his gun. It’s not pointed anywhere near Barnes, but Steve’s reflexes are super-soldier fast. He’ll make the shot.

Tony watches Steve’s face, seeing the indecision there. Alright, give the guy a second to work through the idea of shooting his closest friend from the olden times. They only need a shoulder wound for Steve to get Tony out of this. Batroc had survived, and then healed well enough to escape SHIELD custody and had a second go at Steve on the Lemurian Star. And he wasn’t even a super-soldier.

Barnes will be fine, even if he ends up falling off the roof. Steve had survived a much longer fall in much worse condition from the helicarrier. Tony’s not so sure about his own well-being if they don’t do this. And he has no idea how long he has before Barnes either fires, snaps his neck, or throws him into the water below.

He brings his elbows up, and slams them backward.

Something snaps in his arm, pain ricocheting up his side, but none of that matters as time seems to slow. Because he’s not free. There was no gunshot. Just the sound of a finger squeezing a trigger, right beside his ear.

This is it. He’s dead. Steve didn’t take the shot and he’s dead.

That thought can’t have lasted longer than a quarter-second, but it feels like an eternity before he feels Barnes go rigid behind him.

Tony doesn’t waste the opening. He tugs the arm away from him, even as he sees Steve barrelling towards them. Tony remembers this part. Being tugged out of Batroc’s grip, beyond relieved even if there was no way he was showing it.

But when Steve reaches him, he doesn’t slow down. He doesn’t look at him. Tony is vaguely aware of a splash, and then Steve is launching himself off the roof, and gentle hands are gripping Tony’s bad arm.

“What—”

“I hit Barnes with a Widow’s Bite,” Natasha’s saying, tilting her bracelet up to show the missing disc. “Maybe you had a point about building ones you could throw.”

Tony cranes his head over the roof to where Steve has surfaced with an unconscious Barnes lolling in his arms.

“Hey.” Natasha tilts his face back towards her, concerned. “You okay?”

Tony blinks at her, trying to remember how to speak, but his voice is gone. He supposes nearly getting shot in the head twice in the space of ten minutes will do that to a person.

When she doesn’t get an answer, Natasha gently prods his elbow, making him wince. “Fractured,” she remarks. “You tried that move I showed you, huh?”

He had. And Steve hadn’t taken the shot.

He hadn’t… he hadn’t even looked at him.

“Come on.” Natasha helps him stand. “Let’s deal with that elbow, and then we’ll deal with the mess that just got one hundred times worse.”

Author's note: Steve believed that Bucky would never actually hurt Tony and therefore Tony was never in any real danger.

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Thai BL Favourites List Tag Game

Why would you inflict this torture and cruelty on me, @lost-my-sanity1 😭😭😭😭

Favourite BL:

I said it before and I'll say it again, SOTUS holds a very special place in my heart. Say what you want about the storyline, plot, and actors (although, I will have your head if you come for my beloved Singto). I truly believed that the Thai BL landscape changed remarkably (for the better) when GMMTV released SOTUS in 2016. If you have been watching BLs as long as I have, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.

[Image source: Icvr)

Favourite pairing:

Pat and Pran (OhmNanon) have revived something in me that I thought died with so many underwhelming BLs that had gone before them lol (hello, BBS Episodes 4 and 5) 😅 Although MLC's Heart and Li Ming (GeminiFourth) also had me in a chokehold.

More underrated actor:

Sing Harit. If you don't believe me, just look at his very extensive filmography. Also, Slam Dance, The Revenge, and Not Me. Enough said lol

(Image Source: My Drama List)

Favourite character:

In a Thai BL? Again, @lost-my-sanity1, just why???? Have I offended you in some way? Well, if you really must know then Sun (Chimon Wachirawit) from My Dear Loser: Edge of 17. Look, the way that Sun just accepted the fact that he'll never be number one - not with his family or with his beloved In (who sends Sun mixed signals every chance he gets, played by Pluem Purim), sends me into a downward spiral.

(Image source: Pinterest)

Another character that I love is Oh-aew (played by the ultra-talented PP Krit) from I Told Sunset About You. I'm just soft for characters who are oblivious that they are in a toxic relationship, okay? 😅

Favourite side character:

Definitely Pearmai (Aye Sarunchana) from Be My Favorite. Look, it has been a staple in a Thai BL to have (cis) female villains who are caught in a love triangle with one of the main characters (looking at you, Plern Pleng/Aim Satida of Together with Me). She admits she's not perfect and also cries when she found out that Kawi and Pisaeng are a thing. However, she didn't let it affect her friendship with the two. She even turn down Not's not-so-subtle invitation to be an effing rebound guy ("I'm disappointed, not desperate" will be forever etched in my mind).

Favourite scene:

I have so many. I can't just pick one 😭😭😭😭

Favourite line:

Have I talked about the script from Tale of a Thousand Stars? Because I really need to talk about how each effing episode is a nugget made of quotable quotes (For Pete's sake, from the very beginning, Torfun's "Where we are happy, we are home" sends tears to my eyes).

Most anticipated bl and why:

Only Friends because Jojo Tichakorn. Also, have you seen 3 Will Be Free???

Healthiest relationship in a bl:

PatPran. No explanations are necessary.

Most toxic relationship in a bl:

LOL. Where there is MAME anywhere near the writing and production crew, there is guaranteed toxicity in the plot (and not in a good, entertaining way — more like "you should have gotten a restraining order yesterday").

Guilty pleasure series:

I have to admit that I have watched 2 Moons 2 an embarrassing amount of times when there was basically only 2gether The Series in my semi-decent BL list.

Bonus! Most underrated series:

Dark Blue Kiss. I do not get all the hate TayNew has gotten over the years, but really the Kiss Me, Kiss Me Again, and Dark Blue Kiss were all worth watching simply because you can see how Pete and Kao grew as a couple.

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Also, 3 Will Be Free deserves more YouTube views.

That's it. That's the post.

And since misery loves company, I'm tagging @dribs-and-drabbles, @telomeke, @ellasaru12, and whoever wants to undergo the same torture as I did when answering these questions lol