#non traditional reader

[tojisun]

price catches it first — that whiff spreading in the den, clogging up his throat like ratafia. it makes him pause, words failing him now, and he snaps his jaw shut at the start of a rumble pulsing from his chest.

he turns just as the others do, watching as you rub on your throat and grumble to yourself. it is bare, the first it’s ever been since you’ve arrived at the base, and his eyes drop to your collar in wonder.

he’s heard of those before — collars that conceal scents. they’ve become a privilege, not quite a necessity, so only a few are found with them. still, rarer are those who would wear them for hours on end, and in the base, you happened to be the only one to do so.

intriguing, if not at least worrying, because price had seen your file. you’re an alpha. an alpha prime, it seemed, based on your presentation records, and yet you came to him with a collar on your throat and your scent heavily suppressed. he didn’t ask, this is not the line of work where one can, and just demanded for your loyalty and skill.

so this is the first that they’re smelling of you. it is overwhelming, like all other alpha scents usually are, but it curls at the end. sweet but burnt. crackling firewood and smoke. it is pleasant but not just; like at every turn, there has to be something that gives. something unexpected; something unusual.

john breathes in sharply, his muscles going taut underneath the fatigues when he realizes what it is. the rest of the squad follow — they sit up straighter, their shoulders drawn higher, and their scents rap against each other, mixing in dizzying blends. the den becomes packed with worry, apprehension, horror, anger, protectiveness, protectiveness, protectiveness.

still, you only look at them with a cocked brow, daring them to go. to speak of what it is weighing down on their tongues.

it is kyle to do so. kyle who you trust more than anyone else.

“you’ve been bitched.”

he says it with no malice, but just as a fact rolling off his tongue, one that makes your fingers twitch while your face stays frozen, still a mask of normalcy. of measured strength and quiet fortitude.

“i have,” you reply, also void of emotion. any other day he would commend the control you have of your emotions to not even let it slip into your scent, especially after having relied on your collar so much, but tonight isn’t the right time. tonight, john’s mind swirls, his tongue heavy with the things he wants to say.

so he tries.

“was it—”

you blink at him. then, you laugh. “oh! yes, of course. i wanted it.”

your reply fills him up, stuffing him with cotton. he realizes that your tension was of worry; you were afraid that they would judge you. and john feels lighter, elated and calm now, but also he feels disjointed, like he is floating, and john, he–

he tries.

he tries not to imagine the weight of your words. he tries not to give them shape. but his mind is faster than his conscience, and john now thinks of you, alpha prime, begging for another alpha to turn you. to fill you up and drown your scent glands with their own before gnawing on your skin. biting. biting. biting. until it takes root, upending every fibre within you to make room for the submission. for the delicateness. for the heat.

john’s thoughts only grind to a halt when the new scent is snuffed out from the room, extinguished in its entirety, leaving no trail. his eyes find you fastening the collar on your neck again, your roughened fingers unlatching the buckle to loop the leather.

he swallows like he is a man parched, but his throat only grows dryer. there is nothing for him to feast on.

it goes by so slowly; your familiarity with the collar does not aid you in fastening its loose end, and john wonders if you might need help, after all. only, just as the question is building on the tip of his tongue, he realizes what you’re doing.

what teases you are leaving.

“so,” you say like you have not just presented an opportunity for them to latch onto. “can i be dismissed?”

john hums his ascent, and ends the meeting for tonight. they watch as you gather your files before waltzing away with only the sound of your boots following you. the rest of the squad stays, awashed by the… offering.

because it was everything and that.

it was a proof of your trust, and a question of their own, one that john knows that they will eagerly prove to you. but it was also an invitation; a revelation and now a question.

john watches the way simon’s knuckles turn white as he balls his hands into fists and wonders if his boys would allow him to be the first to you.

——

this is nothing and everything alike; experimenting on omegaverse in hopes that i’ll get out of my slump </3

[ghoularaki]

thinking about being in a marriage with a beta who passes as an alpha to protect you. you were an omega that always wanted more to life than what was expected. you didn't want pups, you didn't want to be the homemaker, you have dreams and aspirations. some way, somehow in your life of constantly fighting to be seen as a human, you met your beta. due to their stature and strong scent, they could easily pass as an alpha.

you both made a pact to protect each other. they can continue living their life as a pseudo-alpha and you can live your life freely. they would constantly take the fall for you, saying they were sterile so no one would ask questions about why you guys don't have pups. it became a "forbidden" topic everyone in your life skirted around to protect your feelings. if only they knew the giant sigh of relief you let out when the topic was no longer breached or how your beta looked at you with such a protective gaze.

you guys loved each other despite being so unconventional. you were under the veil of more than friends, but not quite lovers. even when your beta would help and soothe you through your heats, they never treated you as a breeding machine, something to fulfill their fantasies. they helped you because they didn't want you in pain. as they held you, only love and admiration shone in their eyes. you never once felt like prey unlike with alphas who wanted to swallow you whole.

for once in your life, you were safe, protected, content. until, one of the alphas at your beta's job starts getting a little too nosy about your relationship. any time he talks to your beta especially with you around, he has this tone in his voice like he knows something you don't. how he eyes you with hunger and smugness. you try to ignore it. you're just being paranoid. but, as prey, you should always trust your gut.

"i know about your 'alpha's' true status."

[claymoresword]

Take Me Apart

Maddy Perez x Rue Bennett

Summary: Maddy and Rue get caught up in each other's desires while on their way to a birthday dinner.

Pairing: Maddy x Rue

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: non-traditional omegaverse, adult maddy and rue, smut, car sex, blowjobs, breeding kink (in theory), alpha rue bennett, omega maddy perez

Note: hello, this one shot might feel kinda random and maybe no one will even click on this but my brainrot for these two just randomly resurfaced one day when i saw those season 3 bts pics on twitter, ifykyk. anyway, i haven't written smut for awhile so i'm kinda rusty, but hopefully this is enjoyable anyway! ok bye, love y'all

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“Shit– yeah, this was a bad idea.” Rue mumbles aloud to herself as she barely manages to climb over the fence to Maddy's backyard.

She struggles for a moment before finally mustering the strength to hoist herself over the barrier, landing on the ground with a soft thud.

Rue takes a moment to catch her breath, smoothing out her blazer simultaneously. As she kicks the gravel beneath her feet, a wicked idea comes to her.

The alpha soon bends down to grab a handful of gravel off the ground before silently making her way around her girlfriend's property.

Once she spots Maddy's bedroom window, Rue picks out one of the rocks, adjusting it in her other hand. She flings her arm backwards and then forwards, simultaneously letting the piece of gravel fly out of her hand.

The small rock makes contact with the window as planned, and Rue smiles triumphantly, endeavouring to throw another one.

She does exactly that, and then again, until a familiar face finally emerges behind the glass panel.

Maddy’s scowl just barely manages to conceal her amusement as she opens her window.

Rue meets her girlfriend's glare with a grin, and the omega merely rolls her eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” Maddy scoffs, yet the alpha's smile doesn't falter, she merely shrugs innocently.

“Come on, we're going to be late.” Is all Rue utters in response, and she watches as Maddy nods, swiftly gesturing with her hand as she speaks. “Front door.”

Rue quickly follows her girlfriend's orders, making her way around to greet Maddy at the front of the house.

-

The alpha can hardly help the way her breath catches in her throat as her girlfriend emerges from her home. She takes in Maddy's long, dark hair as it falls loosely past her shoulders, and the black cocktail dress she's decided to wear tonight that perfectly compliments her figure.

Just the sight alone manages to cause a stirring within Rue’s pants. Embarrassed, she reaches down to discreetly adjust herself before uncomfortably clearing her throat.

Maddy finally turns to her after shutting the front door, and when her eyes settle upon Rue, her expression twists to one of concern. “What?”

Rue stuffs one hand inside her pocket, a forced effort to seem unfazed. As she meets Maddy's stare however, she decides to simply utter her thoughts aloud. “Nothing, you just look really fucking sexy– that's what.”

Maddy, now no longer concerned, rests her handbag on her shoulder as she saunters towards the alpha.

Rue fixates on the way Maddy's hips swayed as she approached, but her attention quickly shifts when she feels the omega's hand run up her chest, feeling the fabric of her blazer before finding the nape of her neck.

“You say that every time.” Maddy remarks, her gaze falls to Rue's lips instinctively, and she observes the way her girlfriend looks at her in a similar way.

“Well, I mean it everytime.” Rue replies, her arm gladly wrapping around the shorter woman’s waist, pulling Maddy closer.

“I know you do.” The omega decides with a smirk, her lips now mere inches away from Rue's.

Rue acknowledges the maddening sensation of Maddy's long fingernails against her neck, and she only lets another heartbeat pass before she chooses to eliminate the gap between them. She captures the omega's lips with her own for a deep, open mouthed kiss.

The way Rue's warm tongue expertly slips into her mouth, pulls a light moan from Maddy. The kiss continues and swiftly escalates; the alpha steps closer, their bodies now flush against each other. Maddy's mouth soon opens wider with a gasp as she feels her girlfriend's hardness pressing up against her thigh.

This nearly causes her knees to buckle– she's suddenly grateful for the way Rue manages to easily support her weight with a firm hand on her lower back.

Maddy allows their tongues to massage each other for a moment longer before she gathers the strength to push the alpha away slightly, with a hand against her chest. “Baby–”

“We'll be late. Kat's probably already waiting.” Maddy attempts reason, but the way Rue is looking at her nearly makes her regret her words.

The taller woman appears like a starved animal, ready to rip her to shreds; and the thought excites Maddy more than she'd like to admit.

“You'll have me later.” She now attempts a counter offer, placing a chaste kiss upon Rue's lips, as though sealing a promise.

As Maddy reaches up to wipe away the residue of lip gloss she left around Rue's mouth, she feels her girlfriend's hold on her loosen ever so slightly, as though only just regaining her bearings, the alpha nods in agreement. “Right– fine, let's go.”

Rue tugs on Maddy’s arm, their fingers intertwined reflexively as they make their way towards the alpha's 1977 Ford F150.

Rue guides her girlfriend towards the passenger side of the truck, only letting go of Maddy's hand to open the car door for her.

“My lady,” Rue says in an exaggerated voice, and she earns a giggle from Maddy, she watches as her girlfriend curtsies in a girlish fashion before responding.

“Why, thank you, my love.” The omega responds in a similarly playful tone before finally climbing into the truck.

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Most of the journey to the restaurant was done in silence, and Maddy can't seem to shake the feeling that's been gnawing at her since they left her house.

As she watches Rue drive, her mind turns to the moment they shared earlier; Maddy's lips still tingling with the remnants of her girlfriend's attention.

The desire to not be late to dinner now feels irrelevant as she notices the way Rue's erection is still straining against the fabric of her slacks.

Maddy senses a desperate ache in her core as she imagines being filled by the alpha, taking Rue's cock deep inside of her, right here in the truck.

The idea makes her so horny, she can hardly sit still.

*

As the vehicle halts at a stop light, Maddy doesn't hold back the urge any longer. She extends her arm, boldly palming Rue's cock over her pants.

The alpha's body jolts at the sudden gesture– she glances at Maddy in confusion.

“It'll– fuck–” Rue tries to speak, but the way Maddy is massaging her dick with such dexterity makes it almost impossible for her to think clearly.

“It'll go away eventually–” She manages at last, pushing her foot onto the gas pedal as the light turns green.

Rue struggles to keep her eyes on the road as she feels the omega work at unclasping her belt, before slipping one hand inside of her slacks to grasp the base of her cock.

“I don't want it to go away..” Maddy finally admits, soon reaching over with her other hand to tug on Rue's pants, allowing the alpha's cock to spring free.

Maddy lets out a light groan at the sight, the alpha's shaft stands stiff at attention, so large the tip of it nearly touches her belly button.

Rue always felt so good in her hand, and the way the alpha's cock twitches in response to her touch makes Maddy's cunt clench desperately around nothing.

The omega let's go of Rue's cock for a moment to lick her own palm, once Maddy considers it sufficiently lubricated enough, she grips the other woman's member once more, stroking it at a steady pace.

“Maddy–” Rue utters in a strained voice. She quickly glances down at the way Maddy is pumping her shaft, before turning her head to look at her.

“Hush. eyes on the road.” Maddy orders sternly, and Rue isn't given much opportunity to contest before she notices her girlfriend unbuckling her own seatbelt.

Maddy stops stroking the alpha's length, but Rue is not left wanting for long as the absence of her girlfriend's hand is quickly replaced by her mouth.

A strangled moan slips past the alpha's lips as Maddy begins to suck eagerly on her cock.

Rue focuses her energy on not crashing the car, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Still, she can hardly help the way her body responds to the omega's efforts.

Maddy moans in response to her girlfriend's noises of pleasure, she continues breathing through her nose as she bobs her head to take more and more of her alpha into her mouth.

Her eyes are now watering, but she does not wish to stop. Instead, Maddy continues to lay her tongue flat against Rue's large shaft, lowering herself until the tip of the alpha cock pushes into her throat.

“God– fuck–” She hears Rue grunt, and this urges Maddy to take her in even deeper.

The car suddenly comes to a stop, and the alpha’s hand falls from the steering wheel to grasp a handful of Maddy's dark hair.

Rue purposefully holds the omega in place, and Maddy takes that as a sign to swallow around her alpha's cock.

This appears to have the intended effect as the alpha groans once more, and her grip loosens, allowing Maddy to pull back slightly. With another strangled grunt, Rue finally finds release in her girlfriend's mouth.

Maddy whimpers in contentment as the alpha's warm seed coats the back of her throat and her tongue. The taste of her girlfriend has always been intoxicating, the omega's eyes flutter shut in an effort to savour it.

Then, Maddy lets the alpha's cock fall out her mouth as she swallows. Lifting her head, her eyes meet Rue's once again.

“My gorgeous girl.. you drive me crazy.” Rue praises as she cups the omega's cheek.

Maddy preens at the alpha's words, she reaches up to clutch Rue’s tie, tugging her closer before crashing their lips together.

They kiss for a while, and they only stop when the omega breaks away with a plea. “Please, fuck me–” Maddy finds herself saying.

She observes the way Rue hesitates at her request, and it is only then that Maddy takes in her surroundings; they have since pulled into the restaurant's parking lot.

The omega holds Rue’s face in both her hands, desperately urging the alpha to keep all attention on her. “That can wait–”

“Please.. I'm so wet for you.” Maddy avows as she guides Rue's hand in between her thighs. She spreads her legs wider, allowing the alpha to feel her soaked panties.

Rue groans at the contact, her hand moves to blindly tug on the hem of Maddy's underwear. “Fuck. take them off.”

Maddy's stomach tightens in anticipation as she swiftly does as her alpha asks. Whilst removing her panties she watches as Rue pulls her slacks further down to her knees, her cock now fully erect once more.

Although, before they can do much else, the alpha is seen busying herself with the glove compartment directly in front of her; she rummages through it for something.

Maddy quickly grows impatient, she is aching to feel Rue inside of her– she needs it so badly she could scream. “What are you looking for?”

“Condoms.” Rue explains, and it only makes the omega sigh.

She reaches over only to slam the glove compartment shut, not allowing Rue a moment to contest it before she maneuvers herself to straddle the alpha.

Her dress rides further up her thighs, and she takes advantage of their proximity, sitting down firmly on her girlfriend's lap.

*

Maddy braces her hands on Rue's shoulders as she begins to grind against the underside of the alpha's cock slowly, holding back another needy whimper that threatens to escape.

“What are you scared of?” Maddy decides to taunt– for the hell of it. “Don't you want to get me pregnant? I think I'd look sexy, my belly all swollen with your baby.”

Rue's hands remain resting on Maddy’s waist as her expression contorts into one of shock.

“Well– Uh–” The alpha attempts to speak but she only manages stuttered noises, and Maddy doesn't suppress her amusement.

“I'm just kidding, Rue.” She renders affectionately, threading her fingers through the alpha's hair as she continues to grind against her hardened shaft.

“I'll take Plan B later– we don't need a condom.” She assures simply, kissing Rue's cheek, and then her neck. All in an effort to persuade.

A shiver of excitement runs through her body as she feels the alpha responding to her touch, Rue's cock pulses against her.

“I want it inside me, please.” Maddy tries once more, and the alpha’s resolve finally shatters.

With a strangled grunt, she reaches in between their bodies to grip her own cock, quickly guiding the tip towards Maddy's entrance.

Rue doesn't allow another moment to pass before fully sheathing herself inside of the other woman, filling her to the hilt.

Maddy let's out a cry at the sudden sensation, and it is swiftly followed by a louder moan. The alpha's cock stretches her out so much it is painful– she can't get enough of the feeling.

“Ride it, baby.” Rue coaxes, and the feeling of her hands squeezing her ass harshly makes Maddy tremble with need once more.

She does as her alpha asks, lifting herself up until only the tip of Rue's shaft is inside of her before letting herself be filled once more.

Maddy does so repeatedly, her breathing grows louder and more ragged with every beat that passes.

“..so beautiful.” Rue praises breathlessly as she watches her girlfriend move against her lap, and Maddy only manages another whine in response. She throws her head back with a loud cry as the alpha's cock touches a particularly sensitive spot within her, again and again.

Rue takes the opportunity to pull down the omega's dress slightly to reveal her chest. As Maddy steadily approaches her release, the alpha leans in to take one of her breasts into her mouth.

Maddy releases a shaky moan at the sensation of her girlfriend keenly licking and sucking on her nipples. Her body swiftly responds to this in kind– the orgasm that washes over her is sudden and violent. It makes the omega tremble uncontrollably, her body falling forward against Rue's as she continues to relish in it.

“Fuck, Rue–” Maddy utters weakly into the crook of the alpha's neck, the feeling of Rue's fingers in her hair helps restore her to herself.

“I've got you, angel.” The alpha coos, and it makes Maddy's heart soar with affection and want.

She leans back slightly to kiss her girlfriend again, and Rue doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, their tongues reunite for a feverish embrace.

Maddy now becomes acutely aware of the hardened length still sheathed inside of her. As she resumes a slow motion with her hips, Rue lets out a low moan, pulling away from the kiss to mutter another curse.

Maddy continues grinding, the alpha's cock manages to hit every delicate part within her, repeatedly. It makes her weak, and already so close to a second orgasm.

She kisses Rue again, but this time it is sloppy and unpracticed, both women are now incoherent and panting heavily.

“I love you.. and your perfect dick– so much.” Maddy mutters, she holds the alpha close by the crook of her neck as she begins to move slightly faster.

"Fuck–” Rue says in response, her voice unsteady and strained. The indication of her nearing climax urges Maddy to continue, she bites the flesh on the alphas neck, deliberately leaving a mark before soothing it with her tongue.

“Maddy– I'm going to cum.” The alpha explains, rushed, as she tries to lift Maddy off her lap.

Her attempt is met with a whine of protest, the omega only holds onto her girlfriend tighter as a result, grinding harder against Rue's cock.

“No– I want to feel it. please. Fill me, alpha.” Maddy begs, punctuating her words by deliberately clenching around the other woman's girth.

That does it.

With another gasp and moan, Rue reaches her peak once again, this time releasing ropes of her thick, warm seed inside of the omega, filling her up just as she asked.

Maddy lets out a noise of contentment, the sight of Rue coming undone beneath her was addicting. She finally feels sated– how she had longed to be filled by her alpha tonight.

Rue is still panting heavily as she runs her fingers through Maddy's hair tenderly, urging her girlfriend to look at her.

A smile soon graces both of their features as their eyes meet. “I love you, so much.” Rue declares, and Maddy leans in to kiss her one more time before responding.

“I love you.”

[stcrmade-illusions]

been going feral over pathetic and needy omega!sylus…

I’m hoping to post this by end of the week, I keep tweaking it but also adding to it.

[nasty-quillz]

Pounce On That Shit

AO3 Mirror

Summary: What if Alpha's were the submissive sex

tags: non traditional omegaverse dynamics, breeding, dirty talk, knotting

John woke up with a soft moan. Soft wet insistent heat wrapped around his dick, pulling the Alpha further from his. He looked down to see you ravenously swallowing his dick and massaging full balls, trying to coax the man to orgasm quickly.

“Y/n—Sweetheart—” John choked out as you swallowed him down to the root, throat working around him. He curled deadly fingers into the silken material of your dark red bonnet making sure to   not disturb it as he tried to pull you off.

“Baby c’mon. You’re i n heat, let me—,” 

You growled deep in your throat, making him shudder and whine. He felt your tongue run along the underside of his shaft, before running it over his balls.

“Shit! Omega—!”

John thrust into your throat, eyes never leaving you as he came deep down your throat.

You growled, pleased  that your Alpha gave you  what  you wanted, before pulling away.

His dick is \was still twitching, spurting thick rope rope of pre cum as his knot forms painfully at the base of his dick. You let it cover your face, needing the primal  sign of ownership over the older man. He always whimpered and moaned needily when you fucked him, face covered in his nut.

You wrapped a hand around his knot as you sank tiny fangs into the meat of his muscled thigh. Sweet blood filled your mouth and you moaned at the taste. You unlatched from his thigh, blood smearing down your chin, as you stared into his eyes and began stroking him from knot to tip.

“Gimme Alpha,” your left hand joined the fray and your right focused on rhythmically squeezing and stroking his knot. “Want your cum on my tongue again, before I use this big pretty dick.”

John whimpered, mesmerized as pleasure radiated from where you toyed with his knot. He’d cum but it seemed his dick didn’t get the memo with your heat pheromones filling his nose. He leaked as stroked him, precum running down his shaft in thick rivulets, slicking the way for your filthy torturous knot job.

You looked so pretty between his legs, face glistening with his cum and  blood, controlling Omegan instincts on full display. John couldn’t tell you no.

“Yes Omega,” he breathed out breathily as he bared his neck submissively.

Apleased rumble left your throat, before kissing his leaking tip. A thick white glob coated plumps brown lips and connected you as you pulled away.

You massaged his knot as you stroked him and watched John writhe on the bed. Watch him beg and plead for more as you worked him over with your mouth and hands. Kissing and licking up his pre on each down  stroke. It made the Alpha wild.

“God Baby—Sweetheart I—Need it! Need to give it to you. Let me give it to you. It’s yours. All of my cum is meant for you. To taste. To bathe in. To take.”

Utterly enchanted by his horny Alphan frenzy, slide down the bed and take his heavy sac into your mouth. His scent was thick here. Dark and heady. Alphan pheromones made you press your nose to the crease of his pelvis. You lay there face buried in hit crotch, sac weighing on your tongue, hand working his knot furiously.

“Want your scent all over me, Jardani. Gunna make you nut over and over until you start cumming dry. Then I’ll drag my pussy from your knot to your face and ride it ‘til I cream.”

The hand working his knot squeezed as you said this and John keened as hit dick erupted in heavy torrent after torrent of cum.

Levering yourself up you notched the turgid flesh between the soft pillow of round brown breasts, You worked them around him relishing each powerful spurt of cum that splashed over your face and chin.

“God, that’s my good Alpha, Jardani. My good perfect Alpha. Know just how I like it.”

John nodded, fucking  up into the softness of your tits and replaced your hands with his own. His pace only faltered when you formed a loose fist around him to fuck into. He moaned as you milked his knot kissed at the spurting tip each time it crested the apex of your titties.

“It’s mine, isn’t it Alpha? This big pretty uncut dick. This fat fucking knot? It’s all mine.”

John nodded, delirious and wanting nothing more than to belong to you. To please you. For you to milk him of all his thick potent cum, covering yourself in his scent. Letting anyone who got too close that you claim him. Wanted nothing more than for you to use his big useless cock to breed on.

Tears formed in his eyes as his orgasm finally came to an end with a final spurt to your luscious waiting mouth. He watched you move up the trembling line of his body. Admired the way sweat and cum made your darker skin glisten under moonlight filtering through the curtains.. You straddled his waist letting the length of his dick press between your pussy lips and leaned over him.

Hre stared up into your cum covered face in awe.

You looked at John’s flushed face and caressed his lips. He opened without a second thought and you opened yours to feed the hitman his own cum. You watched his eyes dilate and his scent fill the bedroom.

“My perfect Alpha,” you said as you began to drag your sloppy pussy up and down his shaft, teasing when the fat tip threatened to penetrate you. “My precious Alpha’s gunna let mount, aren’t you Jardani.” On the last drag you let the head catch and sunk onto it in one slick cant of your hips.

“Fuu-uck,” came John whine. He loved the way your heat made your cunt hotter and wetter than before. Hands shot out to gasp your thighs and pinned them to his own as he ratcheted up into your soft pillowy hole.

“God Sweetheart—Pussy’s so perfect—,” he stuttered out as he fucked you desperately.

You moaned  as he stroked your cunt out. “You fill me so good Baby.” You moved your hands to stroke up his chest to tweak dusky nipples and reveled in the way his dick jumped inside you. “Look at you. You take everything I give you and still beg for more. My Sweet lil’ Alpha.  You love when I mount you. Love this pussy, Jardani?”

He nodded frantically, whining as he fucked you.

Dark eyes looked into darker eyes. “Tell me.” Sharp nails dragged across abused buds. “Tell me who this dick belongs to.” 

John cried out at the pained pleasure and the possessiveness of your words. “It’s y—yours. My dick was meant for you. Only you, Omega.”

John was losing his mind to the hot wet clap of your ass filled the room with his whimper as you rode his dick.

“Only you could ever make me feel like this. Nothing feels better than being inside you. Thank you for claiming me, Y/n. P—Please don’t stop, Sweetheart. I can give you anything you want.” He humped up into you, maddened with the need to feel you around his not. With the need to be a good Alpha.

“Can be your good Alpha dick to breed on.”

Moaning at the man’s words, savored the way each downward stroke met his desperate one. John was such a hopeless slut when you gave him Heat pussy. He was so precious trying to prove himself.

You leaned down to kiss him, deep and languidly, tongues slid together as you fucked him. Pulling away you saw the saliva that connected you. Wanna gimme  what I want, John.” Kissing along his neck, licking and sucking hickies across his throat.

When you got to his scent gland you latched on biting and sucking as his pheromones filled your mouth directly. They were intoxicating on your tongue and forced you to ride the man harder, desperate for him to pop his knot.

It drove John’s mind to a gooey mess as he drove  his girth into you. “Please Sweetheart, anything. I’ll give you anything,” He whined pitifully. “Just give it to me. Cream on me and make me pop a knot!”

His pleas filled your ears and you loved that you had trained the Alpha so well. When you pulled away from his scent gland, you admired the lurid bruise on his pale sweaty throat.

“You can have it, Baby. I’ll give it all to you, but you know what I need you to do?” You purred the question, mouth breathing out his rut pheromones as you looked into his eyes. 

John shook his head, but listened, ready to give you anything as long as it meant he was a good Alpha.

Stroking his face sweetly, you bounce on his dick, to drive home your point. “Put a baby in me. Take this perfect knot and’ lemme breed on it, Jardani.”

The noise that left John's throat was wrecked. Animalistic and needy.

You were a vision on top of him. A dream around him. Soft and wet and fever hot around his swelling knot. Staring down at him, bathed in his cum, his blood still smearing staining your lips, taking everything he had to offer.

John could picture you, heavily pregnancy, pulling him away from cooking or cleaning. Him putting you in the countertop and getting trapped between your legs as you encouraged took his knot just the way you like. 

He imagined you pressing his hand to your heavy belly and praising him. .

“Look at how well you did, Alpha. So strong it took on the first try.”

John shuddered at the daydream and his body responded before he was conscious of it. . He buried himself in the soft perfect clutch of your body, as he fell into a stream of senseless begging and toppled you over to pin you to the bed.

“Y—Yes please, Y/n,. I’ll be your perfect Alpha and knot you full. You’ll be so breathtaking, pupped up.”

To say you were shocked at John’s zeal and sudden change in position would be an understatement , but the way his tip knocked into your cervix and the way his half formed knot spread you wide, made a sufficient distraction.

John threwyour legs over his shoulder and pulled you to him until your pelvises were flush together. Deadly hands planted on either side of your head, as your mate steadily fucked you. 

Only with him pressed so seamlessly into you, each stroke battered at your cervix. Your eyes rolled as ecstasy overtook your senses.

John’s face was flushed as he gazed down at you, Alpha gold shining in his irises, as he worked your pussy over. A litany of sin left his mouth.

“You make my knot ache, Omega.”

“God you’ll look so pretty when you’re pupped full, Y/n.”

“Breed on it—Need you to breed on it. Tell me mu knot is good enough, Omega.”

You reached up and cupped his jaw making him look into your eyes. “You feel amazing, Jardani. So good. Feel you against my womb.” You clenched around him to emphasize your praise. 

You pulled him in, ignoring how it caused strain in your thighs and kissed him thoroughly, tongue licking up the taste of him.

Kissing him heated your blood and made your walls gush around him. You moaned low and long against his mouth

John shuddered at the feeling of you cumming around him. He whined open mouthed and ragged against your own panting mouth.

Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pushing your foreheads together to talk him through it.

“That’s my good boy. Feel me creaming on this dick. Love giving you this pussy. You’re so good for her.”

You kissed him feverishly. Smacking, biting kisses as your pussy continued to milk his dick. Golden eyes shone with unshed overwhelmed tears and you gripped his neck reassuringly. “Don’t hold it back , Baby. Go ‘head and pop that knot so Omega can breed on it.”

Finally John let out a completely wrecked noise and his hips stuttered. Thead of his dick pressed to the spongy ring of your cervix and his knot drove home, before expanding to plug your pussy as he shot thick white fertile seed into your womb.

As John’s cum filled you, Alpha fangs dropped, large and sharp in the gaping mewling cavern of the man’s mouth.

You kissed him regardless. Sloppy and messy, licking over them, knowing to give into the obsolete urge to sink into your neck. Something bred out by evolution, but it always made a reappearance during and heats and ruts.

At least for Alphas.

Dainty fingers ding into your mark on John’s neck, causing him to whine submissively to your mouth. Pulling away you kissed his mating mark.

“You’re such a good stud for me, Jardani.” You fluttered your muscles around his knot, moaning at the dead end thrusts against your cervix. “Bet I'll be pregnant by the end of it,” you murmured into his ear as you basked in the afterglow of your orgasms.

[neurodivergentseries]

There is a severe lack of traditional a /b/o fanfictions in a non traditional world. Like, where it doesn't exist aka reality. (I know it's hard to accept 😔)

Most fics write this trope for the fetishism but the plots are soooo underrated. For example for stucky... the super soldier serum has a side effect of alpha/omega biology. When steve is enhanced he's an alpha, nobody but him has any idea what this means. It's a lot of deal with. Or maybe a/b/o is a thing of the past that humans evolved from. Man out of time indeed. A/B/O isn't just about the parts but it's going into more depth into that animalistic side of yourself. So much potential to explore with that in plot sense in a non abo world.

As for an omega... who said omegas are weak and good for nothing except mating? In a world without omegas, where they are just a myth or in other words considered a 'succubus' they are immensely powerful. Outerworldy, godly divine beings. They can bring you to your knees by scent alone. Dangerous, lethal and manipulative by choice. No wonder Bucky is such an exceptional assassin. Steve is cooked. Sam is cooked. The whole world is cooked. we are so cooked yall

[shalomniscient]

alpha!reader x omega!yanagi OR alpha!reader x alpha!yanagi………… urghhhh decisions decisions

[mae-i-scribble]

Summary:

Dokja has to stay where she can see him, preferably somewhere nice and warm and comfortable with lots of food and water. Everyone else can join too, she supposes, but that seems like it’d be a hassle to arrange, so just Dokja is fine for now. She’s fulfilling most of the list already; it’s warm and comfortable here, along with being right next to the kitchen where she can go and fetch supplies. “Yoosung-” Ah right, Hyunsung is talking to her. She pulls her focus back to him, yawning despite her best efforts. “There you are,” he says with a light chuckle. “Now, I know you’ve settled here on the couch, but wouldn’t it be better to make your nest somewhere cozier?” She blinks at him, brows furrowing. “I’m not making a nest? You’re the only one who does that. They’re very nice, by the way. Very cozy.” Bemusedly, Hyunsung says, “Yoosung-ah, you’re presenting. You’re trying to make a nest. Or: Yoosung's first heat, with her family

Relationships:

Kim Dokja's Company & Shin Yoosung Lee Hyunsung & Shin Yoosung Lee Gilyoung & Shin Yoosung Kim Dokja & Shin Yoosung

Rating: Teen & Up

[jayce-black]

hey! looking for rp

Im Jayce!

im looking for some consistent roleplay partners! Any age just dont be under 13(if you are, get off, your to young to be on social media-) and dont be over 21.

I want to do some A/B/O dynamic/ omegaverse. (i pref to play omegas)

!I ALSO AM LOOKING FOR PEOPLE TO DO ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK ROLEPLAYS WITH!

[tonycries]

The Initiation - G.S.

Synopsis. From now onwards, you’re the madam of the Gojo clan - and your clan leader husband is going to prove it to everyone.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, EXHIBÍTIONÍSM, initiations, aphrodísiacs, wedding nights, oraI (fem + male), face-sítting, p talking, BRÉEDING, creampíes, matíng presses, first times (Gojo), use of “my wife” and “ma’am”, spítting, cúmplay, MARATHON S, overstím, Gojo is FÉRAL (and slightly ínsane), the elders are awful, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 8.0k

A/N. This was NOT supposed to be this long but yk what I’m not mad.

“I vow to love. I vow to heal. I vow to stand by my wife with a respect not deserved of even myself.” Every single elder at the shrine shivers when their clan leader’s blazing gaze narrows. Gojo Satoru. Death, himself, in his hauntingly beautiful form. “And I vow that everyone here - everyone - will know that.”

---

“A-an initiation?”

The sweet older women surrounding you don’t look even the tiniest ounce as confused as you feel right about now. They hum a low tune, bustling around you in a whirlwind of hands that tug and pull at your decadent robes. 

“Ah, it’s just a long-held Gojo tradition, madam-” Madam - the word seemed so strange still. “-and the young master will make sure to take good care of you.”

“But-”

“Very good care.”

Maybe it was the way the fussing crowd around you burst into titters, maybe it was the way your silky yukata was left ever-so-slightly open - in a way you were sure the elders would cry scandal at. But, somehow, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something different to this clan initiation.

Something more. 

And it’s something that plagues your mind over and over even by the time your make-up is finally perfected, and your reception robes brushed down for non-existent dust. 

“Beautiful.” your attendants breathe, gracing you with a synchronized bow so low that it almost looked painful. And with a few more appreciative nods, they’re guiding you out of the sweetly-perfumed dressing room, wordlessly leading you into the uproarious traditional meeting hall. 

“You’re not following?” you turn to ask, once you had almost one foot stepped cautiously into the room. 

At this, the woman stood at the very middle of your entourage flushes. A bright, blinding red that matches the way her lips sputter helplessly, “I- I’m honored, madam. But this is er- as far as I can go.”

Strange. 

And with that, the sliding mahogany doors shut. 

Despite what you may think about the council of elders, you had to begrudgingly admit that they’d decorated the chamber lavishly. Fit for a king - or, more likely, fit for the new leaders of the household, after your marriage today.

Dimly-lit with lanterns, and already heady with the smell of expensive sake, your eyes dart around the seated upon seated of clan leaders, elders, and prominent officials you couldn’t even name. All positioned around a long table encircling a strangely raised platform in the middle - as if a stage - it seemed that everyone and anyone was here to assess the new Madam of the Gojo household.

To watch. To wait. 

And at the head of it all - your husband.

Gojo Satoru was known by none to be a soft man, not even by those foolish enough to claim themselves close to him. More accurately fabled as the most vicious young clan leader in history; an angel of death that you’d be lucky to so much as even snatch a glimpse of before you never can once more. 

Yet, the way he beams once his summer blue eyes lock on yours made him seem like anything but. 

“Ah- my wife. My wife is here.” Gojo’s deep baritone sounded so reverent - out-of-breath, like he’d been whispering those very words to himself like a mantra all night. In the middle of it all, you hadn’t even noticed the way the hall had quieted deafeningly - not until his words echo throughout your ears. Rich blue yukata rippling when he’s patting softly at his chair, and you notice with a jolt that there’s no seat next to him. 

Damn elders. 

“Hah? Elder Tanaka really did it!”

“You know I never wanted the riffraff to sit at the table- not a place for-”

“Well what else? A madam should be as a madam is.”

You’re gritting your teeth, making determined strides past all the withering stares and hushed whispers. Stepping closer and closer up to your shifting husband-

“Take-”

And then you sit. 

Plopping yourself down unceremoniously onto the clan leader’s lap - from behind you, you’re hearing Gojo suck in a feverish breath. Panting. You’re washed over with his piney, syrupy sweet scent when his strong forearms immediately wrap around your waist to steady yourself comfortably onto his large, manspread lap. 

And in front of you, you stare defiantly back into every wizened snarl shot your way. If looks could kill, then this would be a massacre. 

It takes him a few gulps to regain his senses - hell, it takes you a few more. And Gojo was so warm, practically burning when he whispers in a rasping voice against your ear, “I was going to tell you to take my seat but…whatever my wife wants, hm?”

“The look on their faces,” you try to hold back what would be deemed an utterly unlady-like smirk. Back pressing up against every hardened curve and ridge down Gojo’s washboard abs through his clothes. “But, I-I’m sorry if-”

His arms around you tighten. “Why would you ever be sorry?”

CLAP! CLAP!

“The reception shall now commence.”

Perhaps it was to stop your quiet muttering, but soon enough your vision is promptly being filled with delicacies that make your mouth water. 

“I would advise you not to drink the sake, pretty.” Gojo waves off an attendant that offers another chair, starting to sift around the steaming contents of his own plate. And despite how you seemed to be the main scrutiny tonight, you let him feed you tiny bites, anyway - all for the haughty council to scoff at. Their master being so happily used by his wife “Seems we’ve been gifted with something special to drink for the initiation tonight.”

Something about his tone was strained. It makes you bat your lashes up at him in a way that has Gojo adjusting his lower robes with a gulp. “Something special? Is it poisoned?”

He chuckles out, “No- even worse-” Lowering. And you jolt when his gleamingly sharp canines sink into your earlobe. Dangerous. “-one sip of that for both of us and I’ll be showing this scum here exactly how you’re mine.”

Oh.

Oh. 

Shit, your spine sits ramrod straight at that purring little undercurrent in his tone - the implications. And just that slight jostle of your hips makes Gojo urgently dig one set of his slender fingers into your waist. It makes him hunch over, it makes him gasp, “O-or we might not even need that sake, heh-”

Eyes drifting to the platform, “I want to, though.”

And for just a second, the entire meeting hall stills. 

Every figure around the table barely even bothering to hide their blatant staring right now, some covering their gaping mouths - because the infamous leader of the Gojo clan was smiling. 

Smiling. A humorless, crazed little smile directed at you. “Then…” Barely drifting an inch even when his own free digits clasp around a tiny sake bowl, he cheers his sake cup with yours. Echoing over the twinkling clink! “-whatever my wife wants.”

And yet, you feel nothing out of the ordinary in the first few minutes - nothing but those billowing stares and Gojo’s warm proximity to you. Huffing out tiny bouts of laughter that tickle the crook of your neck, and your face burns at the stray peck or two he’s leaving down your exposed skin.

Not even in the first hour.

Or the second, and you’re half-wondering whether this initiation was nothing but a hoax. 

But veering into the third-

It happens. 

Something snaps. 

“S-Satoru?” you breathe out unsteadily when he’s suddenly growing quiet. Head craning to take in just how pretty Gojo looked right about now - robes hanging off his sculpted deltoids. A sweet strawberry blush taking over his high cheekbones, his collarbones, down further. “Are you okay?”

Of course, he wasn’t. Right now, Gojo Satoru felt so ruined he thinks he could faint. 

“Shit-” Gojo hisses from above you, snowy brows knitting together. You can’t even react before his muscular thighs bounce ever-so-slightly, shifting you just a degree higher on his lap. Just enough for him to seat you prettily by the edge of something big. Curved. Rock-hard. “Shit- shit shit- m’- m’feeling so-”

Gojo’s chopsticks clatter onto the tatami mats with a soft thud! And those fingers find themselves latching onto you. 

You, you, you - burning down the curves of your waist, sliding up your trembly thighs and just below where your robes were hiking up. He couldn’t get enough. 

“Sa-toru-” your words come out wobbly. Clutching at the slight opening of your yukata to drag in a useless attempt to drink in some cooler air. You felt like you were melting, and so were your words now. “Toru, I feel so-”

“What did you say?”

It takes you a few syrupy moments to even realize that it’s your husband speaking - because Gojo’s voice was several octaves higher than usual. Husky, like he was on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. Spitting a pained, “What did you say, honey?”

You bat your teary lashes - shit, when did you even get so stimulated - up at the thoroughly drunken elders that were sneaking peeks at the two of you.

Just for a split-second - barely enough to catch anything.

But enough for Gojo to curl the thick pads of his fingers around your throat, pulling in a roughened tug to have your back hugged even more flush against him. “Hey hey hey- look at me, pretty. Look at your husband.” Flexing his powerful back muscles in a drool-worthy way, bowing over in two to practically shove you into the cool surface of the table when he puffs up against your ear. “S-say that again?”

You’re pinned on top of the mahogany with his full body weight - and you can barely breath, barely even think before uttering out. “T-Toru?” 

And that makes Gojo Satoru shiver. 

Entire body wracking so violently, his nose buries into the tender column of your neck. Not just breathing you in - basking in you. 

Muffling out, “Again.”

“Toru.”

“Again.”

“Toru–”

It makes the strongest snap his glassy, cerulean eyes almost-comically open in a flash - winking his droopy gaze through molasses once, twice at the platform right in front of him. 

And Gojo’s barely even in control of his limbs when the mountains of his palms glide hurriedly underneath your thighs. In only a split-second, you’re carried in his arms in the easiest princess carry - but Gojo doesn’t stop there. 

No, he doesn’t simply walk out of the room like you’d expected him to - he does the complete opposite. 

Every widened eye in the room can only watch as the clan leader steps swiftly upon the now cleared-out table and onto the raised platform in only two treads. Splaying you out gently onto the firm tatami, you’re gazing up at a heaving Gojo.

Because despite the rich dinner tonight, Gojo was starving. 

The soft yolky glow of the lanterns overhead illuminates that greedy glint in his eyes - the way that his lips glisten with the slightest trail of translucent drool at the very ends of his parted, rosy pink lips. 

He’s never looked more ruined. 

“Please.” 

And it’s all but whimpered out into your mouth - pathetic and raw. 

You’re gasping sharp heavals of air when his candied lips attack yours, and through that delicious thumping between your legs that you could feel in even your ears - you hear the gasps. With a sweet, sweet whine you’re blinking your eyes open enough, “Th-they’re watching.”

“Oh.” But Gojo’s more worried about losing contact with the heaven that was your lips, chasing after to press wet peck after French peck. “S’what? You wan’ me to kill them all?”

The room drops a few chilling degrees in temperature for everyone but the two of you.

He could - he would. If you hadn’t shaken your pretty head frantically, that is, not quite ready for a bloodbath on your wedding night. Yet, you needed him so bad.

“Then- m’only gonna show them who ya belong to- who I belong to.” Calloused, rounded tips of his fingers bearing down your yukata, Gojo’s slipping in one of his cold digits between your robe to snap! snickering at your low keen. “And you’ve made it so oh- easy f’me to.”

He was so greedy. 

Stealing little spying looks down at the way your legs were splayed out, Gojo utters out a guttural, “Open- open up f’me, my wife. Show them how wet your husband’s made ya.”

And shit, you didn’t know whether it was that sake acting out on behalf of your limbs, or whether it was the way that you were so needy right now. But you could feel your thighs jittering open as soon as those humming syllables were out of Gojo’s mouth. 

“S-so embarrassing-” you whine, one hand swiping away your thin layers to show him that glistening wet plump of your pussy. Drenched. Seeping through the useless fabric of your panties to wink up at him- and oh, that makes Gojo groan.

It makes him throw his head back with a hiss - for only a split-second, as if he couldn’t take it. Before drunkenly shifting back to your pretty cunt no matter what. 

“Oh, shit.”

THUD!

The body of the one such rowdy clan heir that’d dared speak up right now hits the ground faster than your eyes hit their target. 

Fuck, you didn’t even see Gojo pull out one of his famed daggers from beneath his sleeves - but the thought of what more might hide underneath made your thighs clench. 

And Gojo notices - of course, he did. Why the fuck wouldn’t he?

“F-fuck. What a naughty pussy gettin’ drenched from just that.” he shrills - before bursting out in a bout of laughter. Laughter, humorless and feral. “Gonna be the death of me- f-fuck- you’re gonna-” For a second, you feel your skin burn in embarrassment, and your legs cross. Only for his eyes to glow a burning blue in disagreement, tutting out a low, “Tell me- hah- tell me what you want.” He’s burning up with every slow kiss down the edge of your mouth, thumbing open your glossy maw further to wrap his lips around your tongue and suck. “Anything- I’ll get ya anything.”

You’re pretty sure that everyone is gaping at the worshiped leader of the Gojo clan on his knees and begging. 

But you didn’t care - not when his solid index was drawing a slow line down the middle of your sopping slit. Bucking your hip up into an arch off the platform that makes Gojo’s achy cock twitch, and the aphrodisiac rush back to him with full force. Mewling, “Wan’ y-you, Toru-”

Eyes twinkling, “Me what, honey? The madam’s gonna hafta use m-more hah- big girl words than that.”

You want him.

You need him now. 

“So mean.” you’re huffing and puffing, yet Gojo only grins at the way he can feel your sloppily wet lips down there kiss him even wetter. Dribbling a soaking sheen down to his wrist, “Want you t-to touch me- p-”

You don’t get to say that magical word “please” because Gojo Satoru would never have you say it. 

He’s plunging out his long digits to hold up to the attractively dim lighting - yet, they’re already dazzling with the slick coating from your pre-soaked cunt. And he’s looking at a few elders right in their downturned bows as Gojo sticks his long, tender tongue out and licks. “W-whatever the madam wants. Dontcha think, elder Tanaka?”

You were the madam, and you’d be treated as such.

And shit, what that old man’s response was - whether he even responded - Gojo doesn’t give a shit. 

Because just one ounce of your sweet, sweet juices on Gojo’s tongue shoots his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Hips bucking up with a low moan, a few slurring swears falling from his lips when he feels his achy cock gush-

“Need you-” he’s gasping wetly, shuffling urgently down the expanse of the platform. Moves frantic - needy. Down, down, down until you feel his hot pants down at your cunt. “Need to- wanna- gimme a lil’ peck, m’kay?”

The syrupy ends of his sentence are slurped up down a long glide of the very edges of Gojo’s tastebuds down your swollen folds. Through your panties.

Barely even shifting them even an inch to the side when he lets your glissading juices down his tongue, drawing a sultry circle. He’s letting his eyes droop half-closed, murmuring a little growl at the very back of his throat. “Just one more-” Gojo’s voice cracks, two sets of nails pressing crescents down into your thighs with just how hard he pulls. Kisses. “-and me more-” And another. “J-jus’ one more- oh-” Another. 

And you’re barely even realizing it before Gojo’s latching his pretty lips with yours, squelching wet noises ringing in your ears and throughout all four corners of the room. 

“Th-tha’s” you manage to scoff, fingers threading into his cloudy locks and pulling. But not even that’s enough to get Gojo to part even a millimeter, in-fact he’s pushing himself even more nose-deep, rolling his tongue down your slit - like he’s trying to push through your panties. “-more than one.”

And fuck - he titters out a pussydrunk giggle down into the edges of your sloppy hole. Teasing tongue dipping just barely to circle around the very edge and then-

“Can you blame me?” Gojo smiles with his rubbed-raw lips. So fucked-out that you hear yourself gasp. Your slick was already drip! drip! dripping down his curved chin, smearing a wet gloss that sits all prettily on his features. “M’gettin’ practice to do this fer the rest of our lives.”

And everyone could see just how addicted the clan leader was. 

Everyone.

Slack-jawed and moving like he was mindlessly drawn to your pretty cunt, you’re being faced with a wet drawl of his lips down your sodden folds. Pressing the pointed tip of his nose against your plump clit he’s breathing you in all filthily. 

“Could get used ta th-this-” he spits. Once. And then literally, salivating down a wet glob right inside your snug cunt that makes you shiver. “-heh, fuck that- s’too heavenly to. I need-”

And then you’re flipped.

So fast - so sudden that you barely even register what’s happening before you’ve got Gojo Satoru smushed onto the tatami platform. Bleary eyes gazing up at you and fixating right onto your pretty face, your hips sat shamelessly on his face. 

“Toru what-”

“T-take those- off f’me, honey- please-” He couldn’t even bear to specify right now. You looked so unfairly pretty on top of him like that, even prettier when your soft, luxury robes are hitting the floor. Well, everything except those panties-

“Toru, those are gonna rip-” you yelp when you feel the stinging clench of his teeth biting down the plush of your thighs. Resting onto the sopping wet fabric of your underwear, it smears down a wet glide at his cheek. “-they’re so expensive.”

RIP!

Gojo spits back the tatters of your flimsy excuse of panties beside him - and then another saturated wad of saliva up into your cunt. “Have ya forgot that you’re the ah- madam now?” He’s snickering, curved fingertips swatting a wet smack! onto your ass, cold wedding band branding. “-jus’ use my black card ta buy the whole fuckin’ store. Dip into the hah- council’s funds fer all I care.”

And for those shocked elders snapping their eyes up - they’re met with the most obscene sight of Gojo’s gleaming tongue spreading your puffy pussy lips wide and proudly open. 

“Shit-” he’s bursting out in whiny keens. Spitting and sloshing the wet waves of every pearlescent slick that beads of you - and there’s so much of it. “Gonna get my face s-so soaked heh-” So much that Gojo was utterly ready to feed with his sliding tongue, swirling past your wet rim of muscle and fucking up into you languidly. “-didn’t even need a fuck- ch-chair, anyway.”

Your cunt sloshes all around his tongue, dragging up and down up and down up and- Thoroughly done teasing out your hole pliant, he’s dragging his lips up to suck around your peaked clit - before pinching it in a light bite. 

“Oh!” you yelp. Searing a grip into his scalp, “S-so mean-”

“Mhm— m’your big, bad mean husband- fuck-” Such syrupy, desperate whines that Gojo really can’t help but babble - over and over. “-that sake…feels like m’burning- m’dying-” He can’t stop, won’t stop, roughly attaching a hand onto the globes of your ass to help you ride. “-n’ m’fuckin’ addicted- so won’t ya toy with this hah- p-pretty pussy a lil’ n’ get even wetter for me? Please?”

God, it’s so subconscious the way that your fingers toy over your clit - tight, pressurized circles just the way you like it. 

“Like this?”

“Ohhh, yeah, wifey- let it all down m’tongue-” And Gojo’s in a hypnotic trance at how much more of your honeyed glosses of precum that soak and travel down his tongue. It works. Even more. More and more. Maddeningly. 

Until he just can’t fucking take it-

“S-stop that f’me. None of that t-touchin’ anymore oh-” he gruffs out, throat dry. “Let me-” Fucking jealous of you that he’s pushing his fucking sanity to gritting through his teeth. Gojo meanly slaps away your hand before taking it over with his own. Absolutely no warning before feeding your drooling pussy with inch after inch of his fingers. 

Two at a time. 

Three. 

Your gooey depths are clinging to him so tight, taking him like a fuckin’ champ when they’re curling at the very knuckles to press deeply. “Oh yeah- makes me w-wonder jus’ how nicely you’ll take my fuckin’ cock, too, hm?”

You’re barely able to even babble out a few incoherent moans before the very tips of his digits brush up against the bulging bullseye of your g-spot. Hard. 

“There-” you gasp. You all but cry. “R-right there, Toru-”

Swat!

“I love you, honey- oh, I love you- but right now…” Gojo’s petering his voice away, too in a heady trance with the sight of that rapidly thumping pulse at your cunt to focus on stringing any sentences together right now. And he’s licking back into your snugly-filled entrance, squeezing past the jostlie of his thickened digits to doubly penetrate you. “...jus’ wanna hear this c-cute cunt speak.”

It’s like Gojo couldn’t decide where he wanted to be next - licking up every wet dredge of your juices smearing down his wrist, hollowing his cheeks out when he sucks on your neglected clit, or drawing out the prettiest moans when he joins back in to fuck your quivering hole ragged. 

Every movement bruising - claiming. 

They’re cold inside your toasty walls. Reaching mushy nooks and crannies inside you that you didn’t even know were possible, rolling his tongue into your tight channel to drape your gummy walls with a sheen of his spit. His six-inch fingers pressing harsh against your sweet spots, you could scream-

“Oh she’s real talkative- s-so cute-” But your swashing cunt was doing all the talking for you, wringing out drippingly wet slurps and squelches that Gojo nods along drunkenly to. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, maybe it was the way he was squeezed oh-so-tightly between your thighs - a lightheaded way to go that Gojo definitely wouldn’t mind. Because he was agreeing. “Mhm- I agree- hah- oh, I agree with ya, cutie-” Thick, white lashes bat innocently up at you, “-my wife would look s-so pretty when she cums, hm?”

And he’s right.

Drunken. 

Because when you do, the sight is so pretty that Gojo himself thinks that he could cum right there and right now in his boxers - the only thing holding him back being the stabbing need to cum inside you more than anything.

Your thighs are desperately attempting to close around his ravenous head, greedily slurping up every bit of your juices. Every bead, every splatter, every slow gush with your mess of an orgasm.

“D-didn’t even ngh- see it-” you whimper, wave after wave of white-hot pleasure flashing behind your eyes and making your spine arch in such a slutty way. “-didn’t even think I’d- oh-”

“S’quite alright-” he’s murmuring wetly. Head lolling all the way back to let you fuck your high on Gojo’s pretty face, convulsing cunt slobbering a translucent pathway all down the middle of his face. “Heheh- could never get mad- c-could never- oh fuck- use me.”

You’re gasping over distantly shocked mutters, “W-what?”

“Use me-” Gojo’s crying out, hips rutting up into the air like an animal. And he’s dangling helplessly onto the curve of your hips, jostling you desperately to fasten your vice-like grip on his hair. To ride him faster. To use him. “M’begging, my wife- fuck- let em’ see- let these fuckers see the way you u-use me.”

Voice breaking pathetically, eyes fighting not to scrunch shut, gasping and gulping for you to grind your dribbling pussy in smooth, sultry gyrations down rougher across his mouth.

And when you do, Gojo thinks he could faint. 

He’s letting out a rasping ah! ah! ah! curdle at the very back of his throat with every jolt of your hips, with every push of your cunt down his mouth that has him gasping for air. Every drawn circle making his fat head swell even girthier. It’s everything he’s ever wanted. 

It’s everything he could ever think about even when your high evolves into mere tingles, when the twitches of your legs slow down, and you find yourself lifting ever-so-slightly off of Gojo’s red, red flushed face. 

He looks so wrecked underneath - happily, so.

Flashing a brilliant smile that was dripping with all the coatings of your sloshing wet slick towards that little audience that you’d even forgotten you had. “Heh, next time my madam wants a hah- s-seat, she’ll have one. One way or the other.”

“T-Toru–” you’re whining, clamoring off to seat yourself down on his painfully hard lap. “-think they got the ngh- point.”

But, oh, the very moment your glossed pussy lips were meeting the thick bump of Gojo’s angry head through his clothes, you feel the syrupy rush of the aphrodisiac boil through your veins once more. You couldn’t even imagine how Gojo felt right now without even cumming once. 

Slotting over to resound a damp schwf! of skin on fabric. Barely giving you a moment to even recollect before you need him. You want to ruin him.

Purring lowly, “Toru…”

And the strongest gulps - Gojo Satoru gulps - a shiver thrumming down his hulking body and onto his gushing cock. It twitches up in a sodden little perk underneath you, and Gojo’s fingers attach themselves to your waist. “Y-yes, ma’am?”

“Really wanna taste you-” your lips drag across his and he keens with a slow suck on your bottom lip. “-wanna see if the r-rest of you is just as sweet?”

“Fuck!” You bounce up precariously when Gojo bucks up wildly, like he’d rip through his wedding robes and fuck you right now if he could. “Such filth from such a s-sweet mouth- ya really are gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”

And to hear the most notorious clan leader admit shamelessly like this. To hastily untie his yukata and let it fall to the side, hear him break out in a sullen whimper when you kiss your way down his toned body, down, down, down his bulging pecs, his heaving abs, all the way to those soaked tufts of white at his pelvis-

“D-don’t tease-” 

Gojo just gasps at the hit of cool air when you’re shuffling down his stickily wet boxers in a fluid, sudden pull. Head throwing back before meeting your own widened ones - he was so big. 

You don’t think you’d ever get used to the sight, to the way that his swelling hot girth expands up a few sizes fatter at the hot puff of your feverish breath. Thumping veins prominent and blushing strawberry pink in flavor. Reddened and bulbous tip already slick with a gleam of precum, and one swipe with your thumb makes him gush out in a stringy gush of more and more-

“Shit-” 

Gojo’s letting his pathetically drooling lips sag open, eyes widening when your deft digits circle around that creamy white ring down Gojo’s length - down his underwear. 

He didn’t even realize. 

Curling his fingers around his thick base to glide over your lips like he was painting it in a pretty white lipstain. Letting your open lips drool and make a syrupy mess with his excess ribbons of cum. “Fuck- look what you do to me-”

You’re gasping with the realization that Gojo Satoru had cum in his pants from just eating your pretty pussy out - and it makes you grin. 

Pressing a sweet, sweet peck onto one remnant of his thick dredges of his slightly salty seed, it makes him rut at each of your kittenish peck after peck on his weepy head. Circular and hot. “Ya are sweet.”

And then you can’t speak anymore - because Gojo didn’t want you to speak anymore. Doesn’t think he could manage it without his hefty balls clenching dangerously once more - it was his first time, after all. 

“Handle- ah, handle me delicately, m’kay? Never done this b-before-” Biting down on his swollen lower lip when he’s watching your mouth stretch. Bulging out through your cheeks with the solid inches he was feeding you - throbbing length disappearing into your plushy mouth. 

Gojo’s so ridiculously big when the rotund ends of his cock kiss wetly against the very back of your throat. Branding a bittersweet bruise. You were sure that had it not been for just how needy you were with the sake, it would have been physically impossible to milk the entirety of his fucking soul out of him like the way you were right now. 

“O-oh-” he gasps - he pants. Chest caving it at how swelteringly hot you were inside, hugging around his sensitive cock so hard that Gojo sees stars. “Is- is this what it feels like?”

You’ve never seen the great Gojo Satoru’s voice shiver just this way, you’ve never seen him so broken. Bouncing off the elders that see their precious leader this defiled. 

Thighs juddering up and flexing in a way that makes you salivate to lock around your neck. He’s practically headlocking you - whimpering out tiny pleas as if you could answer. “Can’t believe you’ve been holding out- can’t ah- A lil’ deeper- please? Please I know you can-” Shifting his hips up in a slow gyration of back and forths until your tongue was flattening to slide over every vein down his underside. Twirling over particularly sensitive spots at the jagged crevices that make Gojo whine. “-aww, tha’s right. My good girl- my good fuckin’ wife.”

He’s never felt like this before. 

And when you hollow out your cheeks and suck - oh, it has him hunching over rapidly. Shoving your nose up against that neat white happy trail, you’re breathing in his addictively masculine musk.

Moaning out a throaty, “Mmpf-”

“Shhh shh sh-” Gojo massages his finger down your neck, sneaking greedy feels for the outline of his thick cock down your throat. “Jus’ take it- fuck fuck fuck- don’ hafta do anything else, lemme take care of it, pretty.”

He didn’t even know what - he didn’t know how. 

But fuck-

You swirl your tongue over and underneath the sensitive bump of his slit, lathering it in a slow glissade of your salivating tongue that makes him jump. And he feels like he’s already seeing cloud nine and the pearly gates itself by the time you steady yourself into sultry, sucking bobs. 

Dancing a hand up to rub over his tight, cum-filled balls - and maybe it was the aphrodisiac, maybe it was just him - but it felt like he was about to burst already.

He was going to.

A slight hiss - not from you, not from him - manages to emanate its way into his melty mind, and Gojo’s finding it in himself to let his head throw back with a sudden laugh. Glassy eyes barely even focusing on the jaw-dropped figures around the table, “Y-your madam’s hgnh- taking me so well, isn’t she?” Head tilting drunkenly back at you, “Wontcha say she’s doin’ a damn good job-”

Only a few mutters - a few scoffs. 

And Gojo’s finding his digits twirling tightly to latch onto your scalp, hissing through clenched teeth. “Say it.”

A unanimous, humiliating “yes” echoes from all sides of the platform. 

And one from your wrecked husband right in front of you - “Yes- hahah-” he giggles. Brushing over the splattered mix of precum and cum that drips down the side of your thoroughly open mouth when you suck all his fat inches. Popping it into his mouth to taste. “-doin’ so well f’me I think- hngh- think I might-”

Of course, at this, you’re speeding up your greedy bounces. Fucking Gojo so heavenly with his mouth that he thinks he’s memorized every curve and twist of your tongue, every single tastebud-

“Naughty girl-” You’re being gifted with another smack! on your ass, and he’s having to haul you off of his reddened, angry cock with a tightened grip around your throat. With one, two slow pumps right in front of your face. And then up, up, up enough for him to hum into your mouth in an attacking French kiss. “-I like that.”

Gojo’s bulging biceps ripple when he seats you all prettily on his lap - just like earlier on tonight. Except, this time, you were facing him - and feeding your drooling cunt all angry inch by inch of his rock-hard cock.

“O-open up those hngh- pretty legs.” he murmurs in a heaving hot breath into your ear. Eyes blaring down at the way your squirmy legs were adjusting and readjusting around slender hips. “Open ‘em and t-take me-”

The way you do makes him gape, makes him gasp, makes him impatiently wrap two arms around the small of your back to fuck up past that tight little ring of resistence and into your walls depravedly. 

Just hitting the very back of your spongy cervix with the upwards curved tip of his head before gushing out thick, wet splatters of cum. The gripping cling of your cunt too good, the way you were sucking him up still fresh. 

And perhaps because of the aphrodisiac, but he was cumming so much. 

Such voluminous loads of seed that dump out into your gooey insides, it sloshes all around him and makes such squelches that reaches his ears. Drooling through the very edges of your sopping wet slit-

“S-see what happens?” Gojo’s whimpering in a way that a clan leader decidedly was not known for. Being the strongest, too. Driving a thumb along your bulging slit, he’s taking the opportunity to smear your pussy lips even wider to swallow more of him. To plug his cum back in. To show off. “See how ah- see what you do to me? Let everyone see-” 

And Gojo sounded so desperate, gasping out little utterances and praises into your mouth while he’s shoveling his swollen cock upwards into you. Taking the lewd advantages of years of combat to pummel every recoiling wall of yours with punishing, pressurized thrusts. 

“Wh-what do I do to ya, Toru?” you hum curiously, half-delirious. 

“Drive me fuck- insane, tha’s what-” he’s hissing, sparks behind his eyes. Swiping down to where he could feel the drilling nudge of his weepy cock, pressing down- hard. He’s mushing over the sensitive slit of his cock accidentally, “Oh- makes me wanna do this forever-” He’s nosing down the crook of your neck now, hiding away that innocent blush of his. “-to fuck you, make love to you, to breed you.”

You sputter out a sudden clench that has Gojo falling back down onto his elbows. Back hitting the tatami mats, your hands hitting his cushiony pecs. “Y-you wan’ to breed me? Hngh- you w-want an heir, Toru?”

An heir - an heir. 

An heir, an heir, an heir. God, it’s thundering throughout his mind and syrupy slowly turning into just about all he can think about.

“M-me? Want an heir?” He’s shuddering out, massive palms splaying out on the two globes of your ass to stretch your taut pussy further down his cock. “What makes you think- oh- what-” Until your perky lips were kissing his heated pelvis, your pulsing clit scratching deliciously down his tufts of white. And at this very second, peering up at you through hooded eyes, gaze half-curtained with his hair, drunken - all that Gojo can imagine is how pretty you are. And how much prettier you’d be as a mama. “C-can I get you hngh- p-pregnant- please, ma’am?”

Mere seconds of his thrumming shaft stretching you open pass as he looks dazedly to the side, “After all- s’what th-this initiation is for, right?”

And then you feel like you’re being spearheaded all the way to your lungs with all of Gojo’s girth. 

“Toru-” you whine, nails dragging little red lines down his broad neck and all over his shoulders. “-deeper. More please- it feels so-”

“More?” Gojo chuckles, hysterical. “You want m-more?”

He’s barely even answering his own question - let alone allowing you to answer. 

Because Gojo’s taking this as the cue to restrain your two wrists behind your back with one of his own, forcing you to whine and shudder out little sobs when your thighs strain to meet his jackhammering cadence. 

Ass stinging at the bruising slap! of his sharp hip bones, the way his heated cunt was swirling around your sweet spots so right. It felt like you were burning from the inside out-

“Ah ah-” Gojo tuts, snapping you out of your woozy reverie. Free hand coming to knock away one of your trembly palms snaking down to your neglected clit - when did you even start that? “Can’t ask me for m-more n’ do this. Move that hand so I can f-fuck you proper, honey-”

You barely even have the time to whine about it before he’s spitting a streaming waterfall of saliva onto his fingers, pinching at your clit. 

“Heh, don’t think I f-forgot about ya-” You whine at the way he was drawing dizzying circles, the cool burn of his matching wedding band. “Th-they say ya needa have the hngh- mother cum, too, ta make kids.”

Plural. 

“K-kids?” you muse. 

“Mhm-” he’s nodding like he doesn’t even realize. “How about- six-”

Maybe from the shock, maybe from the way that he was filthily spearing against your g-spot so good, you collapse readily onto your elbows. Feeling every slick and slide of Gojo’s abs rubbing up against you.

Each singular thrash into your cervix has Gojo’s babbles running more nonsensical - more pussydrunk. “Thinkin’ wh-whatever ya want- hngh- to fill ya up- Have you all r-round and ha- glowing.” Like it pained for him to even say, like it hurt with every sloppily wet thwack! of his heavy balls on your ass. “Have you be m-my madam- the mother of my kids- hngh- all with your pretty eyes-” he’s sobbing now. Swirling around his rounded tip till it hits sweets spots you didn’t even know you had. “-n’ my hair and hah- your personality- c-can’t imagine fighting over them for ya- wh-what do you think, cutie?” 

But as soon as you’re cracking your mouth open to fervently agree - at least, as much as your hazy mind could at this point, Gojo’s raising his right hand to palm over it. 

With a drunken smirk, “M’askin’ her, my wife- dontcha w-worry-” Nuzzling your cheek, “-haven’t forgotten about the mother of my kids.” 

And the saccharine-sweet sloshing is enough to ring throughout Gojo’s ears like his favorite melody - and he’s memorized every note. Pumping out more and more spurts of hot precum to stain your insides and dribble uproariously. Sleazing a grin your way, “Almost there- almost- but first-”

Every single elder he’s glaring upon jumps when Gojo graces them with one of his looks - even as barely-lucid and fucked-out as he was. He leers, “How about it? Heh, wanted a-an heir so bad n’ now you’re gonna get it. Happy now?”

As expected, no answer. 

But Gojo didn’t need one anyway - not when your ringing slurps as you swallow up his cock thunder across his ears. “O-oh, she’s tellin’ me something-”

“Wh-what is she sayin’, Toru-” you whine, lips wobbling uncontrollably in much the same way that your pussy folds were right now. 

“She’s sayin—” Gojo’s voice takes on a whimpering lilt, and he has absolutely no idea how you haven’t noticed that determined clenching of your gummy walls, the breathless pants of yours. So he only smiles, teeth sinking playfully into your ear lobe, “-that my gorgeous wife’s about to cum.”

Stars flurrying behind your lids, your toes curl and hips slam with enough force to rock the platform rickety. 

But if you didn’t notice your high - then Gojo certainly didn’t notice his, either.

Too caught-up, too busy rutting up in solid strides into your dripping cunt to notice that he was splattering your squeezing walls to be sopping wet with oozes of cum. There are so many gushes of it that Gojo feels dizzy, he feels like he’s about to break. 

“Wait- wait wait m’cumming again-” he gasps. Pinching your clit with two fingers to feel the way that jittery convulsion has Gojo’s potent seed coating his cock a glistening white. Something marshmallow creamy that makes him swallow. “D-didn’t even know I could hngh- c-cum again-”

Didn’t know if he even wanted to but- but of course, he did. 

He’s hissing at the dredges of wispy white that drip from between your slit, the very sight itself tipping Gojo over to sprinkle out a few more velvety ribbons that knock at your womb.

“Heheh- think this t-took?” Those mere words feel so sinful on his tongue, and Gojo’s ears flush a ruby red. But he can’t find himself stopping when he plugs out of your snug cunt, whimpering at the sensitive cling of your cunt as if she didn’t want to part ways. “Whoops-”

You whine at the warmly wet gush of your still-convulsing cunt, “Don’t think it t-took if you’re pulling out-”

SLAM!

You don’t know who’s actually gasping - the elders, Gojo, or you. Still reeling from the way you’re immediately flipped over onto all fours, cheeks smushed against the tatami mat so hard that Gojo wonders whether it’ll leave a mark for tomorrow. 

Assuming the two of you get out of this alive, that is. 

“Let them see-” he’s hissing, cupping your pussy to leave a few wet smacks that smear your abundance of his cum down onto the platform. So much of it. “-let them see how th-their heir is made since they wanna hah- see so badly.”

And god, the sight was supposed to taunt those in the fucking audience - but it has Gojo’s slick-sheening cock twitching up in interest once more. Barely even knowing what he’s doing before spreading open your pussy lips with one swipe of his bawling tip, and then inside-

“You d-didn’t think we were done, ngh, did you, my wife?”

As if you could ever be done with him.

Pound after pound. 

Gojo was so painfully hard right now he felt like he was going to explode - and he wanted- no, needed to be deeper than he ever has inside of you. 

Which is what found him placing an unapologetic foot on top of your head, the slight jostle in angle making him swoon in a probing push against the very ends of your cervix. And every shaky thrust too hard made you feel like he was going to fuck an heir right into your awaiting womb.

“M’sorry-” he gasps, tearily. Wet splatters of the salty substance hitting the side of your shoulder as Gojo bends - and folds and folds you pliantly right along with him. “Don’t mean to- hngh- didn’t- fuck but I need it so badly- s-so deeply- don’t think I’ve bred this cute cunt ‘nough.”

Pushing you down with his utterly full bodyweight, you’re pinned to the platform. For every eye to see the snapping, creamy strings that connect his glossy cock to your overfilled cunt. It sprinkles across your ass and down your legs, and he’s eyeing down at the glossy pool of mess sticking between your two sweat-sheened bodies from before. 

So badly. 

It’s so much - too much.

Placing kiss after gliding kiss of his syrupy precum down the very bottom of your pussy, whining at the slight recoil that has him pushing back from the elastic depths of your cunt. Such a splitting stretch that bullies you wordless. 

And it could’ve been hours - it could’ve been minutes until all that you can manage is a tiny huff that leaves your pouty lips with every wet squelch, and only makes his fat cock bludgeon even harder. He’s fucking you thoroughly, almost as if he hates you. 

Yet, sounding so badly apologetic that you can’t help but crack a smile - at least, as much as you could when your sweet insides were being ravaged by him. “S’all f-for an heir, isn’t it, Toru–?”

God- and then he’s cumming. 

Embarrassingly, almost-painfully - but still so needily.

It’s splattering and overfilling you so much that you feel your elastic walls pull taut at the sheer inflation, making you strangle out a sudden moan. Splat! splat! splattering a thin sheen down your inner thighs, the wet pumps have him fucking it even harsher to coat your spongy womb with his cum, knocking- begging for any sort of entrance.

Messy. So fucking messy that you feel your skin burn.

He can’t help it - oh, he can’t control himself when he’s pulling out for just a split-second to shuffle downwards and press his face right into your sopping folds. Latching his spit-slicked lips around your sensitive nub of a clit. Humming, sucking-

And through it all - you can just barely make out Gojo’s voice. Raw, broken. “D-don’t think it took…don’t think my h-heir took.”

“...”

It slowly evolves into Gojo’s own personal little manga - the very same that he gasps out over and over into your open mouth on the third round. Just a few more tears, a few more of his sloppy strokes in a prone bone that his aching body can barely even hold up.

Now well past the aphrodisiacs, and the allotted time for your initiation. But your audience was still seated, and the fatigue setting into both of you as you both cum with strangled cries - and Gojo’s stream of sweltering hot seed now noticeably wispier than usual. 

But still - still it wasn’t enough.

And by the fourth round, you’re wondering how the hell it was that neither of you had broken any bones, yet. Especially considering the sloppy full nelson that your greedy husband had somehow managed to wrangle you into.

Slipping and sliding across one another in a way that had Gojo crying out in frustration, drool dripping down the side of his lips  - all he really wanted to do was stuff his angry cock into you again. 

The fifth and sixth rounds start before the previous one had even ended, you think. And you’re riding on a constant wave of high while Gojo’s weepy cock sobs out a few more spurts of seed all throughout. 

Teeth clacking against your own in a mess of a kiss, voice dragging in tiny breaks at the very end of his throat. Gojo doesn’t even realize he’s crying until the rounded divot at the end of his overstimulated cock shivers out nothing. 

And Gojo knows he should be cumming - he feels like he should be cumming. 

But all his poor, half-softening cock can do is let out a gush of nothingness. Big, fat tears glistening down Gojo’s cheeks when he cums dry in the meanest mating press possible for both your tired bodies. Yet, still fucking you like he was with his cum again and again-

“You all-” Everyone jumps at the sudden, hoarse voice coming from the leader, having resigned himself to mere whimpers of your name and “heirs” by now. And the elders can’t even hold his droopy, barely-there gaze. Dangerous. “Bow. Bow to your new madam.”

A/N. Hope you all have a lovelyyy day.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[cherienymphe]

Basic Training XIX

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, mentions of MURDER/violence/kidnapping, captivity, public sex, degradation, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, ptsd, housewife kink, cop!Peter

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies​ | divider by @whimsicalrogers

➥ series masterlist

summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. You’re the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.

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“She’s better than she was when we first discovered her condition, but she’s still not where she needs to be…”

The now familiar voice reached your ears as you stared at the sheets, picking at your fingers just as you heard Peter sigh. You felt his soft hand rest atop your head, fingers gently massaging your scalp.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” the younger man murmured. “I’ve been getting her to eat more, but her appetite still hasn’t fully returned.”

There was a bit of an edge in his voice, and beyond the numb cloud you’d felt trapped in for weeks, a tiny sliver of satisfaction tickled your chest. Even if Peter had not been candid with you about what he was thinking, you knew that some part of him blamed Steve for the predicament you found yourselves in.

As he and Dr. Banner continued to talk about you as if you weren’t there, you recalled the hushed argument from only days ago that had woken you up in the middle of the night. Peter’s voice had been easy to identify—Steve’s even easier—and you’d been unable to fall back asleep right away as their muffled voices reached you through the floor.

You hadn’t been able to make out what they were saying, but you’d known that it was about you. Even though his confirmation wasn’t needed, Dr. Banner had said what everyone guessed to be true. You were pregnant before you even went down into the basement, and now, because of the actions of that day and the events that followed, Peter worried that the baby wasn’t going to make it.

You were sure that parts of him blamed both himself and you as well, but you supposed that Steve was an easier target, and you guessed that you couldn’t argue against the blond carrying a significant amount of blame. Truthfully, you didn’t care about who was to blame. You didn’t care about this pregnancy, at all.

Nevermind the fact that it just didn’t feel real to you—and that probably had to do with the fact that you weren’t even showing—but because it didn’t seem real, you just couldn’t bring yourself to consider it a priority after everything that had happened. How were you expected to care about something you couldn’t even see or feel when you had your own internal turmoil you were struggling to navigate?

Peter was stressed about a baby you didn’t even want while you were absentmindedly leaning into the touch of a murderer.

“Did you hear that?”

Peter’s gentle voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you blinked, the scene before you coming back into focus. Both he and Dr. Banner were looking at you expectantly, and when you looked between them—lips parted and brows furrowed—it became obvious that you hadn’t heard a word.

You ignored the frown on Peter’s face as Dr. Banner repeated himself.

“You need to eat even when you don’t feel like it, okay?” you looked down at that. “You’re still a bit malnourished and nowhere near the weight and health you need to be if you’re to carry this baby to term.”

It went unsaid, but there was a silent agreement that it was a miracle you hadn’t lost the baby already. At the feel of Peter’s gaze on you, you gave the older man a nod, and he seemed satisfied enough to finish up his talk with Peter. Your eyes traced the white sheets as Peter and Dr. Banner walked to the door, their voices fading as the dark-haired young man walked him out.

A small bout of relief filled you at being left alone, but it was overshadowed by the anxious feeling your codependency to Peter often brought on whenever you weren’t around him. Down in the basement, you had started to grow used to the numb feeling of being alone and isolated in darkness and silence. The days and weeks had blended together until it felt like one long endless stretch, but then Peter took your hand again and looked into your eyes and spoke to you in that gentle way he often did and…

You were back.

You were back to wanting to be around him and wanting to always be touching him and depending on him as the only thing to keep you somewhat sane—if you could even call yourself that. You needed him—to act as a shield against Steve, to reassure you that you were okay, to remind you that you were worthy of being loved. 

It was painful to admit, now because some part of you also couldn’t stand the sight of him. Since being out of the basement, you were more at war with yourself than you ever were before, and it was hell. Whenever he looked at you or talked to you, it was a constant battle with yourself to remind yourself of what he did and who he was. A battle you sometimes lost.

Even his touch made you nauseous…

“Dr. Banner’s right,” he said to you sometime later after the man in question was long gone. “You really need to be eating a lot more.”

You said nothing to that, your gaze remaining on the white sheets on your lap. You could feel Peter’s gaze on you, hoping and praying for some kind of response, but you only disappointed him.

“I’ve been trying to find a balance, you know? I don’t want to force you, but it’s important that you eat and get your strength up. I was trying to give it time, but we can’t afford that,” he continued, reaching for your hand.

You snatched it away without thinking, and you could feel him staring at you. The silence stretched and stretched, and you avoided his gaze. This tense and awkward air had surrounded you two for weeks, and you knew that a moment would come where someone would reach their breaking point.

After some time, you heard Peter slowly exhale.

“I understand that you’re mad at me,” he finally whispered. “I understand that. You’re angry and confused…and probably really hurt…”

Your eyes watered.

“...and I’m letting you have that, but…do not do anything you’ll regret.”

His words made you frown, and you stared at the wall, struggling to understand what he meant.

“If you are doing any of this just to spite me…” you whipped your head around to look at him. “If you let anything happen to our baby just to hurt me…”

Peter trailed off the longer you just stared at him, your eyes growing wider and wider at his audacity. How could you even begin to tell Peter that you weren’t even thinking about this baby? That this thing growing inside of you that you couldn’t even feel or see was so far from your mind?

For the first time in ages…you wanted to scream at Peter. You wanted to hit him like you used to and hurt him like he hurt you and make this as difficult as possible for him. The thought to let something happen to this baby just to hurt Peter had never even crossed your mind. Although, you supposed that it wasn’t a bad idea, but you weren’t like that.

You didn’t have it in you.

You wanted to tell the man before you that if you were ever going to entertain the idea of losing this baby in some way, it would be to protect them from what you felt was a worse fate. It would be because ending its life before it even had a chance to take its first breath was a mercy in comparison to what they had to look forward to, and you didn’t know what scared you more.

Raising a son to follow in his father’s footsteps or raising a daughter to follow in yours?

It was too much, and instead of saying any of this to Peter, you chose to bite your tongue and lie back down. You heard Peter sigh as you rolled over and faced your back to him, unable to finally voice your thoughts and open the floodgates that were no doubt holding everything back.

You both felt and heard Peter move closer, joining you on the bed, and you didn’t have the energy to shove him away. His hand rested on your back, gently caressing it, and his apology meant nothing to you as you sought out sleep.

Peter’s hands were tight on you as you spilled what little you had in your stomach into the toilet. His silence betrayed his attempts to hide his disappointment, but you knew that he didn’t like the sight of you throwing up when you were still eating so little.

Even if it was normal.

“I’m going to have to ask Dr. Banner what he can do about that…”

You wanted to tell Peter that nothing could really be done about morning sickness because it was…well…morning sickness. You imagined the doctor would tell him what you already knew—that while there was stuff to help reduce it, there was no guaranteed way to stop it.

After helping you wash your mouth out, he was quick to run into the room and get rid of the untouched eggs. The lingering smell was enough to make your stomach churn, and you worried that you’d be sick again. Your lashes fluttered as you slowly breathed in and out through your mouth, and you didn’t realize how long you’d been doing it until you felt Peter’s hand on your arm again.

When you opened your eyes, he had a glass of water, and you were too unwell to resist his help as he tilted it against your lips. He forced you to drink it all, and under different circumstances, you would have been moved by how concerned he was for you and the baby, but as it were, you could only think about how you were well and truly trapped now.

It was a fact before, and it wasn’t like you had a sliver of hope for otherwise or anything—long accepting your fate—but this pregnancy was like the nail in the coffin. Your eyes strayed to the painful ring on your finger as Peter guided you back to the bed, and you moved your head away from his fingers when he reached for your face.

The silence was loud.

“Are you going to hate me forever?”

The truth was that you didn’t know the answer to that. The most logical part of you guessed that some part of you would always hate him, but the part of you that had been so worn down by Peter and this house worried that a day would come—probably sooner than you think—where you would just accept Peter for who he actually was and not who you’d been conned into thinking he was.

Was that really the appropriate term though?

Had you been deceived? 

Of course you had. You’d been deliberately misled or just flat out lied to about the extent of Peter’s involvement in what happened to your friends. It was an agreed upon thing to keep it from you, so yes. You’d indeed been deceived to think Peter wasn’t as bad as he was, and yet…

Perhaps you held some blame in thinking it made that much of a difference to begin with. Whether he pulled the trigger or not—and he very much did—Peter still played an astronomical part in what happened to your friends. You wondered if making such a distinction in your mind was simply a way to ease the guilt you felt about giving in. 

You hadn’t even realized you’d started crying until Peter brushed his thumb under your eye.

“I’m trying to be patient, so patient, because I know these past couple of months have been a lot for you…but you’re scaring me.”

Peter moved closer, resting his hand on the back of your neck.

“I need you to talk to me. I need…I need to hear your voice,” he whispered. “I miss you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“I know a lot is going on in that pretty head of yours. There’s always so much going on up there,” he chuckled. “...but I can’t try to make this right, try to make this better for the both of us if you won’t talk to me.”

Peter took a deep breath.

“I need you to get healthy again so that we can start forgetting about the rough start to this pregnancy and start being happy. We should be celebrating,” Peter told you. “This is supposed to be a happy time for us, and instead I’m scared—scared of losing the baby, of losing you.”

You hated the way Peter’s voice cracked, and fighting against everything in you, you made to move out of his reach. Peter wasn’t having it though, fingers digging into the fabric of your nightgown and the skin of your arm.

“You’ve lost so much weight, and you’re not eating enough, and you won’t speak to me—stop, stop,” he bit out, pulling you back despite your attempts to get away from him. “I miss you.”

You made a noise of protest, a frustrated whine leaving your lips as he fought to keep you in his grip.

“I miss you so much, I fucking miss you, and you…”

He swallowed his words as he tried to kiss you, and the sound of the slap was loud in the otherwise quiet room. You didn’t know who was more shocked by your actions—you or Peter—and you both just stared at each other for a few moments, silent and wide-eyed.

Your chest was heaving as your breathing grew heavier, and the sight of him started to blur as your eyes watered. You didn’t know why you were pushed over the edge by Peter trying to kiss you, but your whole body felt like it was on fire and not in a good way. Your hand stung, and you took note of the way his cheek continued to redden.

Peter looked like he didn’t know if he wanted to hold you or throttle you.

Your lips trembled as the words danced on your tongue, and the tears that escaped your eyes were hot. You could see Peter’s expression soften at the sight, and you spat the words out before he could say another word to you.

“You are a murderer.”

You couldn’t tell if Peter was shocked by the first words you chose to say to him in months, but he did look stricken.

“...and you made me think you weren’t.”

You shook your head at him, more tears falling.

“You made me think you were better than them. You fed me bullshit and made me think you weren’t as bad as them,” you choked out. “...and maybe…maybe that’s my fault too. Maybe I wanted to believe that to feel better about myself and what was happening.”

You pushed his hands away as he reached for you again.

“Even though I know it’s not my fault, I feel like I could’ve done something to stop this. Fought harder, been stronger, held onto my sanity a little tighter…”

You screamed when Peter tried to interrupt you.

“None of this is my fault! It’s all your fault,” you bit out. “All of this is your fault, but I’m the only one suffering.”

Peter’s face shifted into something angry, but you continued before he could come up with whatever bullshit about how he was suffering too.

“You miss me because I won’t talk to you, because I won’t touch you, but how do you think I feel? Fighting against everything in me that’s telling me to just lay down and submit to survive, telling me to let it go to be happy.”

You were full on sobbing now, gasping around every word you said.

“Every day I have to choose between hating the man that ruined my life…and being happy. Every day, it’s one or the other, and every time I choose what’s easy, I hate myself more and more.”

You reached up to twist your hands into your hair, pulling.

“It was bad enough when I didn’t know you were a murderer…”

You stared into Peter’s eyes, and you looked between them as you dropped your hands.

“...but how can I do it now? How can I choose what’s supposed to be easy when I know what I know?” you whispered.

Peter slowly reached for you, and your shoulders heaved.

“I kept telling myself that it could be worse,” you mumbled. “I kept saying at least…at least he didn’t kill them, at least he didn’t kill them.”

Peter was gently shaking you, but you were staring past him.

“...but you did. Even if you didn’t pull the trigger—and you did—you still killed them,” you quietly breathed. “You killed all of them…”

Your gaze met his worried one.

“From the moment you decided you wanted me, you killed them. You put them in the ground the moment you decided that,” you tearfully said. “...and I told myself differently to make it easier, to make it better, but it doesn’t fucking matter.”

You slapped him again and again, and when Peter painfully gripped your wrists, you couldn’t hold in your painful gasp. You still tried to hit him, but he wouldn’t let you, and you couldn’t stop crying.

“You’re worse than they are. All of them,” you cried. “Even Steve.”

You didn’t care about the hurt on Peter’s face at that, shaking your head at him.

“At least he doesn’t deceive anyone. At least he doesn't lie…”

The words just kept tumbling out, and it was too late to stop them.

“You killed my friends and took me for yourself and drove me insane,” you slowly whispered, tone incredulous like you still couldn’t believe it. “...and if that wasn’t enough…”

You pulled on your arms again, but Peter refused to let you go.

“You made me fall in love with you.”

Peter’s movements faltered at your words, and he moved closer, looking between your eyes.

“You knew what you were doing,” you breathed. “This is what you wanted.”

You frowned at him with a shake of your head.

“You wanted me completely helpless and defenseless without you. I can’t so much as breathe a different way without looking to you first, and you know it. I find out you shot my best friend, and I’m struggling with it? Struggling?” you let out a humorless laugh. “I should hate you! I should be plotting to strangle you in your sleep.”

Peter wrapped his arms around you despite how difficult you made it, and he shushed you.

“...but what would happen to me? Where would I go? Who would even stand to be around me like this?”

Peter forced you to press your face into the crook of his neck, his hand on the back of your head and his other rubbing circles into your back.

“You’ve ruined me, Peter, and it’s exactly what you set out to do,” you sobbed into his skin. “...and I knew it was happening, but I couldn’t stop it from happening.”

“You’re not ruined,” he finally whispered into your hair.

You pushed against his chest, but he wouldn’t let you go, holding you tighter.

“You’re perfect.”

His words both validated and disgusted you. You knew he was saying them because he believed them to be true, and that was the problem. Now that he’d broken you down and scrambled your brain into loving the man who killed your friends and kidnapped you, you were perfect. He’d molded you into exactly what he wanted, and that only made you cry harder.

Peter gently rocked you, refusing to let you go, and when the hand on your back traveled to your stomach, you shuddered. As he traced patterns into your stomach and whispered comforting words to you, you thought to yourself that you couldn't even hate him in peace if you tried. He was always going to be there, comforting you during the pain he caused.

…and for the umpteenth day in a row, you had to decide between hating the man who ruined your life…or being happy.

[venmondiese]

THE WARMTH OF BOTH BODIES

masterlist ✧works in procress ✧ AO3

✧Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader x Aegon II Targaryen

✧Rating: +18 mdni explicit

✧word count: 3.1k

✧gif credit: aegon ✧ aemond

-ˋˏsummary: Dragons are greedy, and both of your brothers have perverted desires that you take no issue on entertaining. ✧Warnings: : MDNI 18+, mummy kink, lactation kink, breastfeeding, threesome (f/m/m), aegond, targcest, polyamory, oral (f and m receiving), masturbation (f and m receiving), aegon is the most submissive to exist, switch!aemond. ✧ this is a part from @targaryen-dynasty 's 3k celebration ! check all the other works too, and as always a pleasure to participate with my silly things and congrats to her ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ ✧ note: i added my own spice. it didn't say anything about aegond but i am... weak... #i tried

By no means had you known what being alone was like.

After Aemond, you were the fifth child of king Viserys to survive childhood. Daeron was your youngest by two years, and like your sister, you were dotted and cared for by your mother and father… unlike your brothers. 

Your mother had a weird way to demonstrate affection to them, you always thought. With Aegon was non-existent, and Aemond had this burden to be the reliable sibling amongst them all. 

When Aegon had to marry Helaena; you married Aemond. It was how the tradition dictates, and it was under your father’s wish, much to your mother’s dislike.

And just like Helaena, you recently had a daughter with Aemond, Rhaelle, who was the apple of his father’s eye. Yet, the only difference between your duty and Helaena’s is that she wasn’t the one who had to take care of Aegon. Instead, you took care of Aegon’s whims, alongside your husband’s.  

Aegon was greedy, whiny and clingy. He searched you whenever he wanted, following you around like a puppy for your attention. Whereas Aemond was quiet, reserved and embarrassed, but not less greedy. He often wanted comfort, praise for his action and the reassurance that he was doing no wrong in his desires. 

Both of them accepted the other, in a quiet agreement. You were a petulant person, and if you wanted, they knew this, all of it, would be over. So they shut up their differences for the sake of it.

Aegon was curled by your right side, lying on the bed of your chambers. Post coital bliss at its finest, as he was slightly sleepy, and even a bit grumpy when bothered. It had been some cold days, but the fire made it more bearable, and it gave some sense of cosiness to both. He was just resting, a bit sleepy, his head on your stomach as you read some silly book about Valyrian fashion, as his legs were pressed against your shoulder, as you slowly caressed his leg, soothing him like that.

You hear his soft yawn, as the laziness of the evening consumes you both as you are cuddled against the other for the warm. As Aegon draws slowly patterns upon the lower part of your chest, you feel the door of the chambers opening knowing it was your husband 

You lower your book, caressing Aegon’s heel and calf, as you look at Aemond, walking closer to the bed as he makes a slight face at seeing Aegon here, as if he wanted you all for himself. He takes his boots quickly, moving to take off his leather jerkin.

“Hi” You say, softly, and he hums. You can see it in the slight frown on his face. 

Aegon stirs a hit, not greeting Aemond as he sits on the bed, closer to you. Like a lazy cat, he yawns, and you feel his muscles stretching a bit. 

“Did you tuck Rhaelle?” Aemond asks, his shoulders tensed up as he takes off his eye patch and loses up his hair. He was tired, you could see.

“Yes, she is sleeping in the nursery…” You say softly, looking at him. “What is it?” You ask, seeing how Aemond wants something, yet he doesn’t know how to say it, looking at you a bit unsure. 

“Mummy” He whines softly, frowning as his tone was a bit sheepishly, sitting closer to you, by your left side. 

You press your lips together, looking at him as he seems so vulnerable, and tired, for whatever reason he probably will tell you later. Aegon nuzzles your stomach, his interest piqued on Aemond’s word, because if it involves Aemond, it will involve him as well. 

The unspoken words between you and Aemond are no obstacle to knowing what he wants. You know your brothers, surely, but Aemond was different. Aemond was your husband, and you knew him like the palm of your hand. 

Aemond nods shyly, as if agreeing with the thought on your mind, and he scoots closer once you sit better on the bed, leaning back properly on the pillows. Your nightgown is easy to untie at the front, more so when you are lactating and need an easy way to open the dress. Rhaelle would fuss and wail her little lungs out, so your clothes were always easy to undo. 

Now, if Rhaelle’s father and uncle enjoy the same, is another thing. 

You undo the laces in the front of your dress, and you know how Aegon reincorporates to sit, suddenly all woken up and interested in this. The dress is pure cotton, and it is comfortable to wear. You pull the fabric out of the way, and with their gazes following your each movement, you know it is a matter of time for them to hungrily latch onto you.

Aegon curls up to your right side, whereas Aemond does the same on your left. He always preferred your left, since the blind spot faces Aegon, so he doesn’t have to bear seeing him too. Aegon is much more shameless, clinging to you and moving his hips softly against your right side.

You feel both men getting closer, and their breaths hit your nipples as they nuzzle your blossom, in hopes of sucking hungrily.

 “Aegon…” you say softly as he was growing impatient, moving a bit as he pressed his face closer to your breast, restless and eager.

Aemond is never restless; he stayed still as he loved, caring. He always pressed faint kisses, around your tits, before suckling calmly. His left arm always found its way to wrap your waist, keeping you close to him as he delighted himself with soothing milk.

Instead, Aegon immediately latched onto your breast, suckling and trying to get all the milk he could, eagerly as he always seemed relentless, always craving more and more. He’d watch you with bright, purple eyes as he craved for your attention.

You comb their hair with your fingers, kiss the top of their heads and rub their back. They were your older brothers, but behaved like hungry little kittens that needed their milk.

Always was a bit strange, as they weren’t always amicable. It took a long time, for Aemond, at least, to join in. It was mainly due to the fact that Aegon rarely left you alone, even if you were Aemond’s wife. Little by little, they learned how to warm up to each other, and sometimes to your request, they’ll kiss.

The suckling sounds are loud, almost obscene, as you feel both swallow each drop from your leaking milk. Aemond had probably been tasting it since the end of your pregnancy, yet it didn’t tire him at all. And Aegon? He was always hungry, and he suckled and his tongue lapped your breast, milking more and more. 

You can feel how they swallow the milk, both eager. Aemond has a hand around your waist, as Aegon has his hand around your breast and squeezes it slightly as if to have more.

“Mummy” Aegon murmurs, pulling back as he looks at you, and he has wide purple eyes “are we being good?”

The reassurance is a must, you realise with time. “Yes, baby. You both are my good boys” you murmur, caressing the top of their head “Both of you, my best boys…”

They delight themselves in the praise; you hear Aemond’s faint moans, as you feel his body at ease. You caress the back of his head, feeling the loose hairs on your fingers. 

It always made you feel the arousal settle in the lower part of your belly, and feeling so turned on you had to press your thighs together a bit. Aemond loved when your breast grew larger, and full of milk. Aegon was not behind that feeling, as he was the one to propose the idea to ‘help you with the heaviness of them’.

Aegon gulps on the milk like a glutton, and his eyes are closed in the delight of nursing. You feel his cock hardening little by little by your side. Aemond instead, looks at you. His eye is deep and intense, watching your face as his mouth is still working on your nipple, his tongue pressing against the nub getting more milk. His hand on your waist loosens up slightly, slowly moving down all the way to your stomach, and little by little, makes its way to your centre. 

Aegon is oblivious to that, as he suckles and slurps loudly, with not a care for the world, nipping and licking all of the sweet milk that your breast can produce. He whines a bit, scooping closer and closer as he tries to get more and more. 

“Doing such a good job for mummy, darlings…” You say to both, as you feel Aemond’s hand almost innocently brushing against your womanhood. “So good…” You murmur dreamily, sighing as Aegon nuzzles his face closer to your right breast, his nose brushing the skin as his mouth slightly presses a bit harder, eager for more.

They could feel you moving under their touch, almost possessive as they fed from you, keeping you right there at their mercy. The sound of your praise stirred something in both of them, yearning more of your affections, more of mummy’s affections. 

Aemond is the first one to pull away from your breast, beginning to shift as his body moves higher, his mouth kissing all the way up to kiss you in the lips. You hum, feeling the taste of your own milk on his lips. 

“Mummy” Aegon protests, not wanting to be left out as always, as he pulls away from your breast, an obscene sound from it as he moves his head to nuzzle your cheek, kissing lazily to keep on worshipping your body. 

Aware of how his hand was still between your legs, Aemond pressed it harder against your core, rubbing more firmly. As if wanting to draw more sounds from you, Aegon moves his hand to grope softly, carefully your breast, not wanting to leave a part from you unattended. 

“You are such good boys for me, always wanting to please me, hm?” You say, panting a bit from how good your husband's hands on your pussy feels.

“Yes mummy” Aemond murmurs, and Aegon nods in agreement. 

It’s as if Aemond knows your thoughts, because he turns to watch Aegon, moving slightly his other hand to place it on the back of his neck, pulling Aegon closer to share a slow, yet passionate kiss between both of them.

They could feel the milky taste in the other’s mouth, and you could see how their tongues crashed against each other, making it as sloppy as possible as they made out for quite some time, as Aemond’s fingers tried to pry into your clit and pussy. 

You know that at the beginning it was more to put on a show for you, for your delight that they agreed to do as well. If they enjoyed it, you could never know. But now it’s different, watching how they hungrily seek each other’s mouth, and if one tries to pull away, the other is quick to lean, following their mouth to keep on kissing. 

It’s hot, to say the least, and it makes wonders for your arousal to see both of them kiss like this. You think, for a moment, if you could maybe propose the idea for them to follow this lust for each other further. Maybe for another occasion. 

As Aemond’s lips move to kiss Aegon’s neck, you see how your baby seems so aroused, you could always see it clearly with Aegon, how his cheeks turned pinker and he had that blissful expression. You feel Aemond’s hand moving away from your core, and before you could ask anything, they both pulled away from each other. 

Aemond probably murmured something in Aegon's ear, because they shared a look before the eldest slowly turned to you. 

 “Mummy, can we please you…? We wanna taste your pussy… please…” he asked, and you see how Aemond looks at you, awaiting your answer, as his hand caresses your thigh softly.

You caress Aegon’s thigh softly, as they both almost look at you with puppy eyes. 

“Yes, my darlings. Please mummy with your mouths” 

It does not take them long to accommodate between your legs, Aemond presses one hand to your left leg, keeping it still. Aegon does not bother to do the same for your left thigh, as he has other priorities. 

You feel Aegon’s mouth first, his tongue tracing along her slit. Aemond moves his hand to the back of Aegon’s head, pushing his mouth further into your cunt, as the eldest savours your wetness. And at the sound of your moans, he doubles his efforts.

Then it’s Aegon who pulls your husband’s face down to join his mouth, both of them licking and sucking your wet cunt. You can see both of them, their cheeks pressed together as they pleasure you with their mouths at the same time, licking and slurping in unison.

“Fuck, f-fuck, gods…” you moan, your hips moving closer, grinding against his tongues, grabbing Aegon’s hair, short and easy to grab (unlike Aemond’s)

Aegon seems delighted at that, and you feel his tongue darting out to suck your clit eagerly, and you feel your jaw moving at the motion, and he whimpers with need. Aemond is, as always, focused as he slurps and sucks on her entrance, obscene sounds fill the room as his expert mouth works on you. 

They both clearly relish both the taste and the privilege of having their faces buried between your thighs, moving to please you, and their tongues crashing together as they do so. 

“Mummy, you taste so good” you don’t even recognise the sound, the sound muffled by the little space between his mouth and your folds. 

“Fuck, so good…” the other agrees, and your legs tremble, as your hips try to get more and more of their wicked tongues.

Aegon is the one whining, you know that. As you pull his hair, you see his needy eyes looking at you. You press your heel on his back, as if pushing him closer to your cunt. He moans, closing his eyes as he goes back to feasting on your pussy.

Aemond moved to your clit now, and you can see how the sapphire glints on the dim lights. You imagine that both of their cocks are rock hard, throbbing impatiently. 

Maybe it’s Aegon or Aemond (maybe both) the one who drools, while the muffled moans still come and go. You, on your side, are a mess, as you try to keep both of them close to you, feeling Aemond’s hand caressing your breast. Your pussy can’t take longer, and your hips grind against both of their faces, as you roll your eyes back and lean your head back in the pillows, as you feel your orgasm so close.

 “Fuck, babies, so good for mummy, fuck…” you mean it, moaning loudly as you feel them whimper.

“Wanna make you cum so hard, mummy…” Aegon’s raspy voice is a bit clearer, as you clench on his hair.

“Hmmmm” Aemond hums, not separating one bit from your cunt.

As you start cumming, both of them press their mouth against your pussy, wanting to taste your cum as they try to be the one to get more. You are cumming hard, and their greedy tongues only fuel your orgasm even more. 

Feeling your pussy quivering and pulsing around their tongues it's probably one of their favourite things, along with the rest of you. The feeling of your creamy juices made them greedy, and they share it all

Their faces are shiny with your arousal, and even when you retreat, they lick their lips as if wanting more. You can’t exactly see in the faces of your brother’s what they are thinking, but you feel tired to think about anything but the great orgasm you just had. 

You are not exactly sure who started the kiss, but it's messy and sloppy, as you see their tongues sharing the last tastes of your cum, as their hands clenched to the other to keep him close, and keep on the passionate kiss.

It’s Aemond who groans, Aegon pressing his body to his, almost humping his cock to any part of your husband’s skin, who holds him close, one hand on his jaw and the other moving down to the eldest hips.

You move a bit, sitting better on the bed, yet your back still leans on the pillows, body relaxed as you accommodate to watch them devour each other as one does sit to watch men fighting in a tourney. But both of them were involved in different practices, which was a show for you to see and most importantly- enjoy. 

You can see their tongues pressing together, their heads moving to not break the sloppy kiss, messy and passionate. They surely are doing this out of passion and lust, rather than rational thought, but you are not complaining.

Aegon’s hand comes to caress the firm abdomen of Aemond, like you enjoy doing. Your husband is a creature of many sides, and he can be as submissive as he can be dominant. He moves the hand on Aegon’s hip to grip his short hair, and keeps him in place to keep on kissing him. 

“Aem… mummy” Aegon’s little whines come in a low tone, and a bit slurred, as Aemond does not give his mouth a break. 

It takes you a while to notice that Aegon is using his hand to stroke Aemond’s cock, using the side of his thigh to hump and grind his own cock. He was needy, but he was too much of a needy baby to fight for dominance. Aegon relished on being submissive, either with you, or Aemond. 

Aemond breaks their kiss, his head falling back to pant, groaning slightly as Aegon uses his hand on his cock. You know Aegon is the most lustful creature since he discovered pleasure, and he was always good with his hands. 

“Mummy…” Aegon whines, wanting you to help him with his cock, and you move on your knees closer to where they were having this exchange of pleasure, because both of them wanted to cum very badly. 

Your hands on Aegon’s cock make him go weak, whimpering as he leans closer to Aemond, moving his lips down on his body, his abdomen and the tip of his cock.

“Good boys, hm? You both are such good boys for mummy, pleasuring yourselves…” You say, that sweet tone of yours makes Aemond’s arousal explode. 

“Fuck-” Aemond mutters, groaning and whimpering as he cums one of his hands moving to grip your shoulder, and as your hands stroke the eldest’s cock, your hand over stimulating movements on his cockhead, as if trying to replicate his tongue movements on Aemond’s tip. 

Aegon is greedy, and he whimpers, still pleasuring Aemond, his hips bucking on your hand, as his own orgasm hits hard. Aemond is the one holding him, as your baby’s orgasm hits him hard, trying not to fall on the bed, panting loudly and whimpering. 

He makes a little sound when you kiss him, wanting to taste Aemond’s cum on his tongue. It was delightful, and you feel his body melting on your touch. You feel how your other brother moves to caress the back of your head, nuzzling your shoulder and kissing it tenderly.

You could get used to this new dynamic, surely.

[luviestarz]

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✮ ; protective!bf mingyu. (tw: violence) - @m1ngyuism

✮ REPETITION / RARE LOVE - @nnight-dances (it's simple enough: you and mingyu are perfect for each other. you've told him as much but after years of him avoiding the topic, you leave him alone. but when your long-time infatuation with jeonghan gets rejected, you have nothing to distract you from your desire to be with mingyu. all it takes is you making out with the wrong person and a can of beer for mingyu to come to his senses. OR: maybe you don't hate repetition as much as you claim to.)

✮ stuff to talk about | kmg - @kkaetnipjeon (angst. fluff. drunk confessions. mutual pining. idiots to lovers. minors do not interact or i will set off a decades-long revenge plot against you and enlist minghao's help to do it)

✮ lipstick remover | kim mingyu | mdni 18+ - @wonwootattoo

✮ the very first night - @fxstpace (the search for a new place to live takes a turn for the worse when the only person willing to split rent with you is your ex-boyfriend.)

✮ perv!mingyu ⟡ kmg - @suhsweet (when your roommate mingyu is a filthy, dirty pervert obsessed with you)

✮ 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 | k.mg - @gyubakeries (angst-fluff scenario of mingyu getting jealousy and also a bit insecure with another guy talking with the reader)

✮ second servings - @diamonddaze01 (And what better way to show you how…grateful I am than to kneel in front of you?)

✮ - 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 - @sunniques (mingyu will do anything to make sure no man takes his place in his stepsister’s life.)

✮ — debauched | ft. stepbro! mingyu - @monamipencil

✮ lost in the west | kmg -@starlightkyeom (where your best friend pretends to be your boyfriend for the holidays so you can avoid more nagging from your mother. except your whole family thought you were already dating)

✮ no more wine for you - @seungcheorry

✮ what do i call you? 🕹️ k.mg [m] - @haologram (your best friend is a man of many facets - a creative architecture student, a skilled football player, a wonderful friend and a sought-after lover. not that he'd ever truly glance anyone's way, especially not when his heart has always been set on you.)

✮ better late than never — kmg - @seungkw1 (smut, best friends to lovers, non-idol au)

✮ BIRTHDAY BOY - @odxrilove (It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for him– completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshi’s a liar — and a bad one at that — but it’s already too late. Even though Mingyu knows he’s supposed to be excited about all the gifts he’s receiving tonight, he’s (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything you’re giving him.)

✮ good behavior .ᐟ.ᐟ - @ddeonghwa-s (you're riding kim mingyu and find him absolutely beautiful and perfect. and so it's so easy for good boy to slip from your lips. little do you know that's all he needs to take full control so he can truly show you how much of a good boy he really is.)

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Keepin' It Sleazy: The Stalls

Ao3 Mirror

A/N: The lines for Pov shifts didn't translate so if those small things irritate you like me, go to ao3

There is also an art commission, done for this fic. I used an OC for imagery and description of the reader. It's available on the at CinnaBun and on ao3.

tags: degradation, dirty talk, non traditional a/b/o dynamics

summary:

When an Alpha is without an Omega, they are sen't to Government mandated facilities, called "The Stalls".

Government funded Gloryholes for Omegas to access Alphas to slake their heat with.

John had lost track of his cycle since Helen died. He was mourning, then on a rampage. No one could expect him to remember his approaching rut. Or what it would mean without Helen.

No one except the Federation of Alpha Assimilation.

They were at his door a month after he killed the Tarasovs. They informed him he failed to register another Alpha to rut with and therefore he was being taken to The Stalls. 

He’d tried to argue, but without any family and with him being out and of practical breeding age, they weren’t trying to hear it. He thought he could just kill them, but knew The Table would take him calling the Cleaners again so soon after his…visit as a declaration of his return and he just wanted peace.

So he let himself be lead to the government issued transport wagon by leering Beta guards. They were rough as they solved him in and slammed the doors behind him.

Before John knew it he was in The Stalls. 

They locked him in a Stall that was only slightly bigger than a handicapable stall in most public restrooms, almost completely naked, save for the metal collar around his neck, that connected to a long steel chain that was fed through the wall at neck level.

A Water cooler and basket of protein bars and fruit sat on top a mini fridge John knew was stocked with fruit that were meant for good semen production and replenish the energy he’s expend getting fucked by Omegas.. A chair with restraints sat against the back wall and a small cot rested in the corner.

He stood there taking in the sparsely furnished Stall, before he let himself take in the wall the chain led to. 

John approached the wall slowly, stepping carefully over the chain, doing his best to ignore the heat beneath his skin and his throbbing dick and full balls.

Just below the chain was a one way mirror, that John could see his reflection in. One either side was steel hand grips, and below the was a round smooth hole level with John’s aching dick. It was big enough so Omegas could access all the Alpha had to offer.

The thought of an Omega waiting impatiently on the other side of the wall, ready to use him like a whore both set his teeth on edge and inflames his rut addled mind. He reach down between his legs to grasp at himself. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed the flesh where his knot will form. With his right he strokes his leaking erection, growling as the pleasure lit across his body.

He hadn't thought he'd have to deal with this ever again after he married Helen, but clearly he was wrong.

John stood in front of the one way mirror and tried to take a deep steadying breath. When that failed, he grasped himself firmly and beat his dick with abandon.He let the Rut wash over him with each stroke, feeling his climax build rapidly. That deep pulling bliss that mounted in his belly and demanded release like a snarling animal.

When he stroked back down his turgid flesh, he squeezed his knot and watched thick precum dribble from the tip of his dick, where it poked out from his foreskin.. He used it as lube as he roughly fucked his fist. Some savage part of John’s brain wished it were Slick— Wanted an Omega to fuck down on his dick, but he pushed that thought away as he tried to focus.

A sound echoing from the other side of the Stall, put a stop to that. 

John stopped touching himself to listen and through the gloryhole, heard steps grow louder, before a woman’s voice filtered through some hidden speaker.

“Don’t stop on my account Sweetheart. Sounds like you were having a good time, why don’t you keep making all those whorish noises for Omega.”

John growled, not wanting anything to do with the woman.

She “tsked” and suddenly John was yanked forward by the chain of his collar. He’d just about smacked into the glass if he hadn’t caught himself. When he tried to back away, there was no give. The slack of the chain was gone. 

Frowning he tried for a warning growl, but before he could, his senses were over run with heat pheromones. He let out an involuntary rumble in his chest.

“That better isn’t it, Alpha? No need to worry you pretty lil head. Just relax and let Omega breed on that big fat dick.”

Suddenly John felt a hand on his dick, stroking over it deftly. He looked down to see a delicate brown hand with pink manicured nails.

“God Baby you’re bigger than what I’m used to. My Alpha back home’s dick isn’t nearly as big and his nut isn’t as thick or as copious.” The disappears on the other side of the Stall and a loud smack is heard “Mmm and you tasted divine. Maybe I’ll just Sample you for now. Don’t wanna spoil my appetite for my favorite knothead, later.”

Before he knew it the woman’s hand was back on him and tugging him forward to feed himself through the gloryhole. John seized as he felt the familiar touch of a wet mouth wrapping around his tip, but there was not stopping the moan it dragged from his throat.

The unwilling noise encouraged the Omega. She slipped her tongue under the Alpha’s foreskin and licked around the head. He tongue swirled and lapped at the pre steadily flowing from the manhood in her mouth.

When she took him down half way, John growled and began thrusting into the Omega’s violating mouth.

He didn’t want to— Didn’t want her touch, but it felt so good. He knew the scent of her heat was muddling his ability to resist. He wanted to pull out. To shove away the strange Omega forcing her touch on him. In the end though, instincts won.

He fucked his faceless asailant’s mouth mindlessly, instincts letting him revel in the faux domination. His interrupted momentum from earlier returns quickly, mounting as the Omega used him.

Wet gurgling and glucking noises filled the space and John with a mean satisfaction. The arrogant woman couldn’t take him all the way and was forced to choke on his dick.

The Omega worked his hips forward until the sweet hot sensation finally broke and stars shot across hos vision. With a groan, John came in the Omega woman’s mouth. She moaned like it was the best thing she ever tasted and content heat pheromones burst from her as she sucked his cum down greedily.

John started to purr low in his chest, proud to have please the Omega— 

No! 

The hitman shook himself of that train of thought quickly, only noticing the Omega standing up at the last second. There was a tug of his collar and then the slack was returned to the steel chain.

“Hmm such a virile Alpha. Your nut tastes divine and you were so roughly enthusiastic,” her voice purred through the speaker, smug tone unaffected by the scratchiness of her  voice.

It set John’s teeth on edge with, with the urge to put her back on her knees, but he could do nothing as he listened to her exit the room.

John held a small sliver of hope that there wouldn’t be another Omega sent in, before it was swiftly put down, by the sound of heels clicking on marble floors.

As the person grew closer, Omega pre heat pheromones were all he could focus on, until the sound of a long zipper was heard. Rusling fabrics hit the floor and a gorgeous tawny rump pressed itself through the hole. It exposed her fat round asscheeks and the glistening swollen brown folds of the Omega’s pussy.

She was fully on display and John moaned at the fertile scent that permeated his Stall.

“Get on your knees and eat my pussy, you fuckin’ slut.” The demand was mean and desperate, accentuated by the soft rolling of her hips backwards.

John tried to resiste, but he was fully rutting now. He dropped down to his kness and and buried his face in the Omega’s lower half. His nose nudged at her ass crack, while he beard dragged across juicy cunt lips. It dragged a moan from her at the lewdness of it all.

John grasped bouncy flesh and pried them apart to reveal her slicked asshole. He opened his drooling mouth and  almost complied immediately, before a dark thought struck him. John spat on her glistening hole, because he could. A whine dragged itself from her mouth that broken into a keen when John’s thumbs spread his new abuser’s gooey pussy lips apart and dug in.

She was a swearing mess as she humped back into his mouth, filth spilling from her lips. 

“That’s it, you slick slut. Eat my pussy like the desperate bitch I know you are. Slurp all my slick up you whore.”

John groaned making stranger frantic in her pleasure.

“Your fingers use your finger! Put them in my other—”Ooohhh!” She trails off as three of JOhn’s fingers slip into her spit slick covered asshole. It leaked around his digits as he plunged them in, making a squelching noise that had John dick twitching between his legs, despite himself.

He shamefully reached to stroke himself as he fucks the Omega’s twitching hole and eats her pussy off the bone.

She’s not too far gone to not notice the thick scent of John’s cum get thicker as he drips onto the floor from his stroking.

“Fucking Alpha slut. Getting off on having my pussy on your face. ‘S’all you’ll ever be good for, being a mouth or a dick to fuck.”

The Alpha in John roared at being demeaned by an Omega, but the other part was drunk on the satisfaction of her pre heat slick and the satisfaction that came with pleasing an Omega. He added a finger and fucked her asshole faster, trying to get her off as fast swiftly as possible.

As he did, John pulled his tongue from her dark cunt and angled his face differently to pin under it. He gently but earnestly worked it over as his fingers drove in and out of her.

John revelled at rolling the sticky swollen clit under his tongue, letting the preheat scent dull his disgust , until the Omega was cumming on his tongue. Her pussy gushed against his face, smearing his beard and mustache in her cream, as her ass squeezed his fingers.

When she was done, she moved on wobbly legs, standing up and pulling up her Givenchy skirt.

John watched dark hands smooth the fabric out and looks up to see a silky black bob obscure the Omega’s face as she look down to right herself m. He dropped his eyes as she stood up straight and turned to leave.

“Thanks, whore,” was tossed over the deplorable woman’s shoulder as she walked out.

John kneeled there, unfulfilled, knot aching, knees in pain His head was foggy and st some point in the midst of eating the last Omega out his fangs had dropped. They ached where they sat in his mouth, longing to sink into Omegan flesh. 

His instincts  told him he wanted to mount and knot and breed, but he knew he wouldn’t get to for a while.

The Federation like to re-establish Omega Dominance with the Alphas brought to  The Stalls. They wouldn’t send him anyone who would breed on him for a while. It was going to be him being used and abused by any O with an itch to scratch.

Mentally, John tried to prepare himself for the biological torture he was going to suffer, as he was fucked through his Rut here. He took and deep breath and attempted to center himself. He could do it. He would Do it.

And suffer John did.

He spent days getting sucked and fucked by countless faceless Omwgas. Each one as degrading and deplorable as the last.

Some would suck his dick for hours, without touching his knot once. They just wanted to taste his potent Alpha seed. It worked like an aphrodisiac to heating Omegas.

Some stroked  and squeezed his knot, using their own slick, until he spurted on their tongue, laughing and squeezing harder when John started snarling at them through the mirror.

Some just forced his knot to pop, to suckle and lick at it, until they were delirious from the Rut pheromones it produced.

The worst of them, would bring the Alpha mates along.

There were some that just wanted another Alpha to spit roast them, while their Alpha knotted their pussies. Or stuff whatever other hole their Alpha couldn’t.

Others would have her mate knot them, with John’s cum in them instead of their own, berating them for not being as virile as John. For not being good enough to even knock them up.

They knew what they were doing. Two Alphas in such close proximity during heats and ruts? It set their instincts and the learned survival behaviors haywire. They enjoyed their distress. It wasn’t a surprise really. Any O that brought their mate to The Stalls weren’t the good kind of Omega to begin with.

The cruelest O’s made their Alpha’s dick. Made them swallow him down to the root and watch in sadistic horny glee as his knot locked behind their teeth, knowing how degrading it was to their instincts.

If they were articularly sick, they would use their own slick to prepare their mate, before they fucked John. Just as John’s knot was ready to pop, they would pull off and guide their Alpha’s untrained hole. He hadn’t realized whose hole was fucking on him— Hadn’t been able to stop. And when he did, it was only because of the gushy wet sound of the Omega’s pussy around the broken Alpha’s dick.

It was the ultimate last step to Bitching an Alpha. It guaranteed they’d be no use to any Omega outside the one who’s Slick was used. 

Otherwise they’d be on their knees begging crying for a knot. Those Alpha’s were never to be taken to The Stalls again.

John had knotted the Alpha, as she bred on their knot, moaning about them being good whoring Omegas who just needed an Omega’s guiding hand.

And the worst part of it wasn't the poor Alpha begging for his knot.

No, it was the fact that John actually got off on it. More than he wanted to admit. 

When that mated pair left John begged for another Omega to fuck him. Begged to for anything to erase the Alpha pheromones and shame from his Stall— From his mind.

That was days ago. No one had been let in since.

John was nearly at the tail end of his Rut. He was at the point where his biology was at its peak and they hadn’t let an Omega breed on his knot— 

John’s brain stopped that train of thought, before throwing it off the rails entire.

The hadn’t let him sink his knot in an Omega.

Keeping hold of himself— Of his nature desire to be dominant was important. John knew that, but….

He hadn’t been in Service in days.

No one was directed to his Stall. 

After that last pair, he’d been hooked in place as Beta attendants came in and scrubbed him clean, as others came in and restocked his Rut Provisions. When they left he expected to be back in Service, but still nothing.

It was well into the Evening and John was in agony. The skin where his knot formed was a violent purple and his dick hurt to touch. Being this far into rut after constant Omega stimuli was forced on him, only for none to be granted— 

Forced on him! John grasped at his head, tired of fighting warring instincts and the propaganda spouted at him.

He just wanted to let an Omega breed on his knot— 

John growled, head aching. He wanted to sink his knot into an Omega’s slick cunt!

He hadn’t been given the luxury of it during his tenure here and John knew it was pushing him into Faux Rejection Syndrome.

All he could do was sit against the wall, wishing for a way to empty his aching balls.

That is until he heard the door open on the other side of the wall. 

He didn’t even realize he was on his feet and snarling at the glass until he he heard your purring voice.

“Oooh such a dominating Alpha. It’’l be so much  fun breaking you in.” You voice was a silky purr through the speaker.

You admired the fruits of your labor, snarling and naked, collar gleaming around his neck. You sigh thinking of what he’ll look like in your collar, with your mark on his neck.

You worked hard to orchestrate his acquisition. Weeks of planning and constant checking with the Federation to make sure John didn’t register a new Omega for his Rut. 

As Director of Omega Health and Safety you were to review which Alpha’s were assigned to which level of The Stalls dependant upon the severity of their rut. So as soon as the man’s profile came across your desk, you ensured he got sent to your personal facility. You and you staff frequented these Stalls during your Heats and nothing .

You sent your personal team, who you knew would follow orders to remain untied as John Serviced them. You needed that knot untouched by another Omega’s pussy for your plan.

Now here you stood, completely naked , long waist length black and blue bejeweled ombre locs cascading down your back. You looked at his with dark lustful eyes, before looking down as he dick, that jutted through the gloryhole.

It was thick and long, just the way you like it, purplish head long exposed from it’s foreskin. Around the base was a matching purple that made you wince in sympathy. “My poor Alpha, not a single O bred themselves on your knot, did they? How could they be so cruel,” you purred with fake sincerity. 

Kneeling you take him in at a different angle. From your new vantage point you have a clear view of his nice full balls and can watch the cum bead and drip from the tip of his dick like a faucet. There was a small puddle forming on the floor, between your knees.

It was so obscene and made you slick between your legs.

You cracked your neck, gathering your hair to throw it in a messy bun atop your head, before a dark hand reached between your legs to gather some of your slick. You were almost leaking as much as John, heat freshly kicked off this morning.

You grasped John at the base, savoring the way he whined at your touch. “Doesn’t that feel good,” you murmured, leaning in close.  You released pheromones to sooth his frazzled psyche, as you kissed the tip of his dick. The feel of his cum glazing your lips is exhilarating as is his taste when you lick it from your luscious lips.

“God I can’t wait for you to nut in my mouth. You’ll do that won’t you? Like a good Alpha.” 

John growled at you, clearly fighting his disdain for his circumstance and his instincts telling him he wanted to please his Omega. Looking up at him, you saw his head pressed to the glass, as he tried to grit his teeth. Having none of that, you took him in your mouth and watched him shudder through the one way mirror.

As your mouth sunk down on him, your watched his eyes roll back. You hummed, tongue working him over, while you worked a slicked hand over the skin of his knot. John’s hips thrust forward, wanting deeper into your hot sinful mouth.

“Omega~” John’s voice was ragged as he moaned. “Omega p—please!” 

It sent a thrill through you watching this potent Alpha crumble. You pulled away and stroked him, taking extra care to focus on the place where his knot will pop. “Please what Alpha? Doesn’t this feel good. Or does my big strong slick slut want something else?”  You squeezed  his base, slipping your hand through, to fondle his heavy sac. 

They’re so full, I know he’s going to make a mess, you thought dreamily.

“F—Fuck! Omega please— I’m gonna— “

John erupted across your face, shooting thick sticky shot after shot of nut across your dark face. His groan filled your ears and you felt your own deadened instincts preen at pleasing your Alpha. It makes you smirk, licking the man’s seed from your lips, as before leaning up to lick and suck him knot.

The Alpha behind the partition shuddered as you toyed with his dick.

“Aww my poor Alpha. Can’t even wait for me to breed on you. Just wanna sit around and pop ya knot like the pretty whore you are.” You kissed his knot sweetly while you crooned at him. 

The noise that clawed its way out his throat became a whimper  as you toyed with oversensitive flesh. Your other hand pressed into a small panel on the wall. It released a circular band is released into your palm.

“I guess it can’t be helped though. It’s what you were made for afterall.” You stand, admiring his raggedly indecent appearance through the glass. Skin flushed and damp with sweat. Mouth panting and pupils blown wide. You almost felt bad as you slipped it on, around his deflated knot.

The noise he made was wretched.

Sighing, you turned around and nudged your ass into his still hard girth and grabbed the chain to his collar. Leaving some slack for him you locked it in place, before maneuvering his fat tip to the dark gushy lips of your pussy.

“C’mon Alpha. Prove to me you know how to use this pretty dick. Then I’ll let you knot my pussy.”

John grunted, but thrust forward, sheathing himself in your smothering heat. You moaned loud and indecent as you were filled to capacity. It felt good to be so full. Like you were complete. Your heat always left you feeling empty as if  you’d never be full.

But John’s dick? It was bigger than any Alpha you’d ever used. And he smelled so good.

You held onto the chain as the Alpha fucked you viciously, grunting and growling incoherently, as the scent of heat and slick filled the room. Each thrust left you near dizzy, the only issue was angling. The wall prevented the man from reaching the deepest parts of your gooey insides and you know if he could your see stars .

You would cum like this, but it wouldn’t be near as satisfying as it would with that perfect slut him out angle.

But that could be rectified.

You clenched gooey muscles around the hitman’s dick and reached down to rub circles into your slick clit. Pleasure build rapidly and you could tell John was close. Little did he know his orgasm was about to be vastly different than what he’d experienced since his captivity began.

You unclipped his leash in preparation, but kept a tight hold, with the hand not working your clit. “That’s it Alpha, surrender all that nut to me. Make a mess in me,” you moaned as your orgasm washed over you.

You creamed on the Alpha as his hips stuttered and he made a punched out noise, that morphed into a whine. As his cum filled you, you looked back as his eyes rolled and he wobbled.  You savoured the hot sticky feeling of being full, as John lost consciousness from knot denial.

You slowly allowed the chain to lower him to the floor, pressing a button on the wall to call for assistance.

What fun indeed.

John woke up hazily to a warm wet feeling wrapping around his dick and something harsh strapped to his face.  He groaned, head rolling from side to side as he pried his eyes open. 

As his eyes tried to focus, he made out the steel cage of a muzzle protruding from his face. He tried to remember where he was, when wet hot heat engulfed his cock. 

The delicious feeling snapped his mind into focus and on instinct, he reached to force the source of the sensation further down, only to find he could move his hands.

Yanking his arms he found they were held by metal restraints.

Vision finally clear, he looked down to see a dark skinned, blue haired woman staring up at him adoringly, mouth steadily swallowing his dick.

Suddenly John remembered where he was and growled at the intruder.

That only encourage you to take him all the way down, making John involuntarily fuck into your throat. John swore at the tight constrictive feel of your esophagus and tried to plant his feet to gain more leverage, only to realize, that they too were shackled into the breeding chair.

He snarled down at you and you only moaned, clearly not affected by his ire.

He can only sit there as you enthusiastically give him the sloppiest neck, he’s ever had. He takes you in since he can do nothing else.

 Long blue and black locs fall from the bun atop your head. Gold jewelry is littered throughout. He can see a gold septum ring in your wide nose. 

He only caught a glimpse of it, because said nose meets his pelvis when you deepthroat him.

He came, without any warning, shooting down your throat with a groan, watching you pull away at the last second, to avoid getting your jaw knotted.

He watched his cum spray across your dark face, blue lipstick tinged saliva connecting your smirking mouth to his twitching cock.

He tried to fight the whine that left his mouth at his aching knot taking form again. It was agony. He wished you would stroke him with your slick again. If he could just feel your warm slicked palm on him, he’d be able to think clearly—

John shook his head, but it did nothing to clear his thoughts.

His odd behavior didn’t go unnoticed either.

You stood, smiling beatifically, caressing the muzzle. “Oh John, it’s so hard isn’t it? You haven’t been bred on your entire Rut.” Your hand runs down from the cage to pet over his unmarked neck, glad to see his previous Omega didn’t mark him.

You massaged over his bonding gland and reveled in his intoxicating scent, as it filled the Stall. “It’s ok Alpha. I can make it all better.”

You  watched his dazed pained face, knowing that the last two knots just about broke him. You won’t need to do much anymore. His instincts are drowned out by the most prevalent one and that’s the need of an Omega on his knot.

Wasting no time, you climbed into the Alpha’s lap. John was disoriented, but he felt l the wet lips of your pussy, grazing his dick. He tried desperately to fuck up into your gooey warmth and almost gave in immediately, but you wanted him submission first.

Grabbing the muzzle, you made him look at you. “Tell Omega, what you need Alpha. Tell me what I want to hear.” His eyes were hazy and instead of that deep growl he’d been giving you, it was a subvocal whine leaving his throat.

“P—Please.”

The word leaving his lips was like pulling teeth.

You pressed white coffin nailed fingers between your legs, avoiding touching the Alpha at all. With slicked fingers, you massaged them over his bonding glands, mixing your scents and staking a claim. 

John’s voice was wrecked and the dark eyes managed to be fever bright. “Please. S—Sit on my cock. Need you to breed on me.”

You grinned at him, before giving him what he wanted. 

You slid down his dick, savoring the new angle the man’s dick penetrated you. It hit split you open and in a wonderful revelation you realized that it still wasn’t all the way inside you. Groaning, you looked at John as his head dropped back against the breeding chair. His mouth was open in a bliss behind the muzzle, black hair  He was a sight to behold.

 “It’s ok, John. We’re gonna make it fit,” you said as you worked your fingers under the straps of the muzzle.

You steady your knees as you bounce up and down his dick. Its feels amazing, being filled to bursting. And him stroking you out fiercely made your legs shudder and twitch with the pleasure pain of it. John’s moaning, begging for you to let him knot in you this time.

His hips moved as best they could with the way he was shackled. It drove you wild. On each down stroke he met you with his own upwards thrust. Your pussy was creamy around him, loud and squelching in the quiet of the Stall. 

And John looked like he was on cloud nine. His face was flushed in ecstasy and awash in passion. You wanted to kiss him. Needed to.

Finally the leather of the muzzle gave way and you tossed the muzzle away. 

John’s tried to lunge for your  mating gland, but you caught him by the hair and fluttered your cunt around his dick. “Not yet, Alpha. You haven’t let me take that big pretty knot yet.”

The hitman whined, fucking up into you forlornly making you drag him forward to kiss him. The kissed him , rough and deep. Licking over big fangs, before sucking on his tongue. Beneath you John’s hip sped up, fucking his dick into your gooey center.

You broke away to moan and John  took the opportunity to beg against plush lips. 

“Please I need it. Don’t make me do it again. Let me stay inside, Omega.” His words sere practically sobbed out as you fucked him. It made you moan, the pleasure of having the man at your mercy pushing you closer to the edge.

“Do it, pop your knot Alpha. Plug my pussy up, c’mon.” You licked back into his mouth, bouncing on him, forcing you pussy to take those scant few inches. It slammed the fat tip of his dick into your cervix. He fucked up into the squishy ring to the womb and you were gone. 

Your orgasm rolled through you and you pulls from the kiss to moan out loudly, never having an Alpha touch you so deeply. 

John growled louder than before and you heard a loud metallic sound before big rough palms were holding you down on his dick. 

You had a second to be be startled before you were overcome the with feeling of his cum flooding your insides and his knot spreading and locking your pussy on him. You watched his face as he thanked you, over and over. 

With a last coherent thought, you pulled his hair to bare his neck to you and sunk young fangs into his pale neck.

You feel the bond snap into place and become aware of his very existence. You sat there, full and panting , in the silence of the Stall, as you came down from your high.

Pulling away, mouth a little bloody, you grabbed your new mate by the chin and met his fucked out gaze. 

“Good Alpha.”

[ancientroyalblood]

Exploring Non-Linear Narratives: Writing Out of Sequence

In the realm of storytelling, the traditional sequence is but one path to follow, a well-trodden road where events unfurl one after another, much like dominos carefully aligned, ready to fall. Yet, in the shadows, there exists another path, a web of narratives intertwined, where each word, each sentence, is a piece of a puzzle not yet complete. This exploration seeks to dissect the notions of…

[beloveds-embrace]

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Hi! You can call me Noona! I write whatever comes to my mind and atm, I am very much obsessed with CoD and Genshin/Capitano. I am very much open to hearing ideas and just yapping in general, but I also can’t promise that I will write every request.

What I don’t write: fully explicit smut, suicide

Masterlist has not been updated fully. Use the tag noona.writes to see everything I’ve written!

Masterlist:

POLY 141 X READER:

Goddess!reader x poly 141

2. Baker Reader x poly 141

part 1 + part 2

3. Sick!Reader x 141

4. Bunny Owner Reader x Poly 141: Matchmaking Buns

part 1 + part 2

5. Chubby Reader x Firefighters 141

6. Expiration Date Concept

7. Stage Manager Reader x Magic Mike 141

8. Chubby Reader x Monster 141

part one + part two

9. Lavender Marriage AU

part one + part two

10. Abused Reader x Poly 141

part one + part two

11. Dark Romance Reader

12. Haunted House Shenanigans

13. john catches you making out with one of his men

14. spoiling them when they return from missions

15. False Accusations Concept

16. going to them for safety + guard dogs

17. kittens named after their titles

18. Poly 141 x Farmer Reader

20. Poly 141 x Neighbor reader

21. Clubs and Oiled men

22. Vampire 141 x Blood Donor Reader

23. Bodyguards 141 x Sick Reader

24. Poly 141 x Protective Reader

25. Shared-Wife trope

26. food: no1 source of comfort

27. anasthasia

28. Dragon John Collecting Chubby Reader into His Hoard:

p1 + p2 + p3

29. arranged marriage

30. harpy 141 grooming harpy reader

31. Chubby Burlesque Reader x 141

32. Reader with a Terrible Past

33. Self-Sacrificial Reader

34. Vampire Poly 141 x Reader: Late Night Hunger

35. yandere 141: bro-zone edition

36. 141 x big, tall fem reader they mistake for a man at first

37. 141 x Hacker Reader

38. Scuba Divers 141 x Mermaid Reader + super lovely art by @grombs-blog <333

39. mafia 141 x singer reader

40. 141 x recluse reader

41. 141 x Protective Reader:

p1 + p2 + p3

42. Guards 141 x Princess Reader

OTHERS:

Bite kink with Soap

Yandere Capitano + part two

Bundad Simon

harpy Gaz x wingless reader concept + oneshot + more

moose Konig

rugby player simon x ballerina reader

divorced but obsessed simon x reader

Ghoap angst concept

simon x family traditions

Horrible konig concept

john price x single mom reader

simon and a certain someone grieving your loss

from simon's girl to his missus

johnny's supportive nature

you came/you called

lipstick testing

Big eater simon riley

house-trained Simon Riley + p2

bear price x chubby reader, winter day

Simon Riley x reader: non-sexual smell kink

Raven Hybrids Simon x Reader

"As beautiful as the day I lost you"

John Price x Soldier Reader who wants to be wife-d up

Dukedom 141 Masterlist

CoD Omegaverse

Roommate au masterlist

Until the Last Loop

Here Comes the Sun + p2

Witch of the Woods

Bakery/Coffee Shop au

Fae Duke(King)dom au

ANONS

WIPS