#please gargle my cock and balls

[naomiknight-17]

Someone is like... arguing with me on my 'Senshi is aro/ace and I don't ship him with Chilchuck' post???

There's like a 7+ paragraph reply

Bruh

I said right in the original post that I don't ship it but you go have your fun

That is not an invitation to write me an essay on why I should ship it

Also I couldn't even get through the whole thing partially because it's nigh-incoherent but also because I absolutely do not fucking care

[merakidoll]

i’ve been having insane thoughts about nerd!geto and what immediately came to my mind was ball sucking. also - of course the readers a bimbo 🙈

i imagine his balls to be so sensitive. let me paint the picture, his pretty bimbo princess looking so pretty, and so lost, as he explained you how to do calculus. your eyes wide already knowing the answer but wanting him to tell you because he just looked so good in his glasses, and getting a tad bit frustrated. “you gotta pay attention princess. i can’t stand next to you and give you the answers during your test,” he brushed back the bangs that fell from his ponytail going over the answer again. and when you finally decide to be good and say the correct choice - he praised you.

“that’s my girl!” he kissed your cheek which made you moan because you were just soooo needy. your pretty sound went directly to his dick- and balls. and you saw the very obvious print in his ironed khakis; so you had to help! “n-no baby- shittt,” while hallowing your cheeks you too notice on how his balls looked so lonely, you of course wanted to fix that. so taking him out, that granted whines; you scooted down on the bed so you were between his legs better.

engulfing one set him over the edge, his balls so sensitive that your warm, wet, mouth had him seeing starts and saying incoherent words; glasses fogging up by his heavy breathing. cum flew everywhere, coming down on your face. it didn’t help geto that you still kept him in your wet tunnel while he came. your feeling‘s were hurt at how you barely got to have any fun with the big ball - how it being your first time getting to play with them; so instead you moved to the other. “enough princessss! g-god you’re gonna b-be the deathofmeee FUCK!”

starting to swirl the round body part in your mouth: you, yourself began to moan. you felt like a slut - well you are one, this was different. how you could feel the prick the small hairs made to your tongue. or how they pumped in your mouth, you gargling them; spit dripping from you at how were eager to please. geto subconsciously started to jerk his cock, his body shaking when he would squeeze himself, pre cum pumping out and falling all over himself making a mess. when the second orgasm came you both were just so dumb.

you so into rotating both balls trying feel the pumping sensation, it making you go - dumber that you hadn’t registered the rain of cum again. geto hands instantly letting go, his cock hurting by how hard he came; glasses falling off of his face as he pushed you away backing up on the dorm room bed. he took deep breaths looking at you like you were insane; stray tears falling from his pretty eyes slowly.

what could you say? you reallyyyy liked balls.

[mysicklove]

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!

DAY 18: DRY ORGASM

With: Yuuta Okkotsu

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Sub! Yuuta, gn! reader, multiple orgasm, sorta mentions of cnc? idk, "breeder balls" are used in a silly goofy way, pregnancy mentioned, yuuta cums a total of six times, unrealistic portrayal of dry orgasms.

A/N: i almost named this fic breeder balls just to mess with all you guys. kinktober is driving me crazy

“It will be fun. C’mon, just trust me!” You tease, pressing kisses along Yuuta’s neck while he sighs. You sit behind him, hands resting on his stomach while you continue to pepper kisses along his neck. One of his weaker points. 

He lets out a shaky breath and then whines gently. “I don’t know…I-It sounds kinda scary.”

“Aw, scary? C’mon, my big, strong, sorcerer boyfriend isn’t afraid of anything,” You quip, teeth grazing his pale skin when you smile into his back.

 Your hands begin to roam up and down his body, and he gulps but doesn’t stop you. He does let out a noise of complaint about your choice of words though. “Yknow that isn’t true,” He mumbles out, pouting slightly. 

You pinch his nipples, and he lets out a high-pitched squeal before turning to you with a half-hearted glare. “Sorry, they are too cute.”

He sighs, slumping against your chest and closing his eyes. “You're the worst.”

“Aw, you don’t mean that. You love me.”

He glances at you before rolling his eyes and nodding softly. Yeah, he did, even with all your teasing.

“Yuutaaaaa,” You purr, getting back to the main point. “Let’s do it.”

He hums, nodding for you to continue to try to convince him. He was still unsure and slightly nervous at the thought.

“You will look so cute. Haven’t you always wanted to cum like a girl? To have every ounce of cum milked out of you,” You bite his ear, earning a whole body shiver from the boy. “Forced out of you. Till you’re shooting blanks.”

That immmediately perks him up, and he cranes his head backward to look up at you with a sheepish grin. He already feels himself growing hard. 

“F-Forced?”

You grin.

“No more! No more! Please!” He screeches, tears and drool coating his face and falling onto the sheets below him. He was heaving, and he feels like every inch of his body was covered in cum. His thighs and stomach were so sticky, and he was unbelievably sweaty.

Shaky legs try to crawl forward, away from your tortuous hands, but he ultimately fails. You use one arm to grab him by the waist and pull him back. “Where do you think you are going?”

He lets out a pathetic “Noooo!” as his fingers drag along the sheets back toward you. His thighs shake as he tries to hold his body up, and he buries his face into a pillow. 

You hum to yourself, sitting cross-legged and fully clothed, contrasting your lover’s naked body. His knees straddle your legs, giving you a perfect sight of his ass and easier access to pull him back whenever he tries to crawl away.

His thighs, stomach, balls, and even your hand were coated with his cum, and is beginning to dry up from how long its been. But nevertheless, your hands continue to work at his cock, pulling it slightly downward so that it hangs between his open legs. 

Yuuta lets out a choking noise, a mix between a gargle and a yelp, and suddenly he is cumming again. He doesn’t say anything as his orgasm comes crashing upon him again, but you weren’t surprised – he went borderline nonverbal after the third one. 

His chest rises and falls with his rapid breathing, and you watch his whole body tense up. His tears stain the pillow, and his mouth hangs open in a silent scream. The only thing that showed that he was in pleasure was the way his nails dug into the sheets as if he wanted to tear them apart from how intense the sensation was.

You frown through it all, and watch two globs of cum slide down your finger. His legs give out, and he begins to slump on the bed, but you are quick to grab him and hold his waist up with your arm. “Am I–Did I? Are we d-done?” He stutters, his voice raw from his previous screams and cries. You hear him sniffle and watch the way a shaky arm rubs at his nose.

You lightly slap his thigh. “Nope. Almost there, Yuuta! The next one will definitely be dry. Think I got the last couple of drops,” You say, pointing to his cum staining your hand. 

He looks up at you with wide, fearful eyes and starts squirming in your hold. “No! I can’t go anymore. A-And you said that the last couple of times!” He screeches, legs kicking out like a toddler throwing a tantrum, trying desperately to run away from your hold.

Your hands remain on his waist, and you move your body aside so that he doesn’t accidentally kick you with his frantic, panicked movements. His dick was raw at this point, and every muscle was trembling. He couldn’t go again – he was exhausted, completely pushed to his limits.

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax. This time I'm really sure! How many times have you ejaculated?” 

He pauses for a moment, gulping as he thinks back to the previous events. “I think after that…Five times?”

You giggle at him, and the sound makes him tense up. Whenever he is put in these positions, and you laugh, it never is a good sign for him. “Woah, Yuuta, you really have a lot of cum stored up. I’ve heard that most men go dry after their third one…Don’t tell me your pent up?” You babble, passing time to hopefully let his body rest for a moment. Overstimulating him would probably kill the dark-haired boy. 

He sniffles again, and then furrows his eyes and turns back toward you. “Im not, though. Came two days ago, remember?”

You think back to the night and chuckle fondly. “Yeah, I guess your right. Guess my lovely boyfriend just has breeder balls.” You laugh at yourself from the ridiculous word.

His mouth hangs open at your crude words, and he turns a bright shade of pink. Immediately, he tries to scramble out of your hold again, but you just laugh at his flustered noises. “Why would you say something like that? So embarrassing…And no, I don’t,” Your boyfriend complains, shaking his head back and forth to execute his point.

You hum to yourself, content that he has finally calmed down again, at least enough to put up and actively respond to your teasing words. 

“Bet you could get any girl pregnant,” You continue to coax, mind drifting off from your words to return to your original motive. You begin to situate yourself again, hands moving back to the task at hand. 

“Stop it, please! It’s so,” He groans into the pillow, unaware that you have begun to stand up. “I don’t know! Just sto–” Suddenly, his head is being forced into the pillow, and your hand is back onto his cock. Your movements are rough and fast, and his whole body seems to short-circuit.

Yuutas eyes widen as he feels the back of your hand pin his head into the pillow, and he feels your hands wrap around his dick again. He doesn’t even have time to react, except for a surprised yelp. By the time his brain catches up to the sensation, you have already palmed him four times now, and he is so sensitive. “W-Wait!” He begs, tears resurfacing. 

The sound of your hand wrapping around his red cock is lewd. Loud squelching sounds fill the room, and he knows that the wetness is from his previous cum. It makes your head spin, and Yuuta wants to die from embarrassment. 

Your hand finally lets go of his neck, and he pulls away immediately, gasping out for air. His back arches, and he begins his clawing at the bedsheets again. “F-Fuck,” Your lover whimpers, tears free streaming again. 

His cock feels raw by now. Five orgasms in a row was an insane amount to him. The farthest he had gone before this was three, before he was forced to call it quits, or else risking him passing out. Right now, his mind seemed to be melting from the harsh feeling. 

You have to support his body still by hoisting his hips upward. His forehead touches the sheets, and his bangs cover his face as he looks downward. It was almost disappointing that you couldn’t see his pretty expressions, but from what you could see by his sporadic movements, Yuuta was crumbling. 

It hurt. Your hands were too rough. The pace was too intense. He can’t think anymore. His mouth hangs open, and his tongue threatens to loll out. All he can hear is your hands and his cum, and honestly, although he hates to admit it, it was spurring him closer to his orgasm.

Just one more. He can do that. He can cum one more time. Everything in him pleads for it to be dry, because he may seriously die if he has to go a seventh round. 

So, with everything in him, he begins to grind into your hand, trying to coax his orgasm to come quicker. He lets out a silent scream, and he furrows his eyes shut but doesn’t stop fucking back into your hand. 

You watch with amusement at the trembling boy’s movements. He was trying his best, and it was honestly quite cute. Just for him, you pick up the pace of your hand movements. 

The reaction to it is immediate – the muscular body curls over on itself as he heaves. You bring him closer to you, now using both hands to jack him off, hoping he doesn’t collapse just for a couple more seconds.

Yuuta’s eyes roll back, and he can faintly hear your encouragements. “C’mon, love. Just one more. Cum for me one more time.” 

He bites onto the pillow and nods his head, unable to give you a reply. He can feel his orgasm approaching, and frankly, it scared him. It was going to be a strong one, he could tell, and he was unsure if his body was able to take it. He was already shaking at this point, could his muscles really constrict one more time? He could barely hold himself up.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, because his orgasm hits him out of the blue. For the first time since his second orgasm, Yuuta screams into the pillow. His thighs come squeezing together, and his fingers dig into anything they can grab. Tears continue to rush down his face, and he tries his best to breathe.

His knees come forward, and accidentally, he raises his hips higher into the air, creating a pretty arch in his back. You watch, mesmerized by the show, and then glance at his cock.

Not a single drop of cum is let out. You grin, and rub his thighs, coaxing him through it all, proud of him.

He slumps against the bed and this time you let him. Then, he very slowly turns to you, eyes cloudy. “I–I?” He tries, brain not catching up with him.

“Yep, good job. Came dry. I’m so proud of you.”

He gives you a lazy, but satisfied grin, nodding slightly. You crawl over to him, sitting down next to his head. He places his near-limp hand on your knee, and you hold onto it. “Guess…Guess I–No breeder balls for me,” He mumbles in full seriousness, as if he is proud of the fact.

You have to cover your mouth to refrain from laughing too loud. You place your head over his eyes, shutting them for him. “Guess not. Sleep, Yuuta.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He falls asleep not even a minute later. You don’t blame him.

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[gurugirl]

I need a breeding kink blurb PLS 🙏🙏🙏

⛔️ WARNING ‼️ SMUTTY SMUT BREEDING KINK SIZE KINK ALL THE KINK (enjoy 🤭) + plus a link to an audio porn on tumblr to really get into that wet pussy sound 🙈 I'm so sorry in advance but I am in fact ovulating according to my calculator and this was... Anyway there's no plot, this is basically only smut. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THIS KIND OF THING THANK YOU

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"Oh baby... look a'you... getting stuffed so deep. Loves getting her little pussy filled up and bred yeah? Need Daddy's come honey? Need me to put more babies in this belly? Fuck you til your tummy's swollen, your tits are full of milk, and pussy ruined?"

"Mmm..." you tried moaning but you were out of breath and your gargled noises were stifled by the way he was plowing into you, long and heavy strokes that dipped into your guts and punched the air from your lungs. All you could do was lie there with your legs spread apart as he fucked the life from you. His fat cock was making your walls ache he'd been going at if for so long.

"Can't speak, little mama? Don't want the kids to hear do we? That's right... just let daddy fuck you til your come hole is full of my sperm and let it sink in deep so I can knock you up over and over again. Likes her pussy stuffed with cock and come and her womb full of babies..."

Harry loved it when you were pregnant. You already had two kids and he was raring to go for a third. But so were you. You loved watching him be a dad. And you'd love to see him holding another tiny baby again - your tall, tattooed, and strong husband holding that delicate bundle against his chest with tears in his eyes, humming a tune and swaying slowly back and forth. Just for that, you'd give him as many babies as he wanted.

"Already had you stuffed with all my cream this morning, now here you are all sweaty and gagging for more. Fucking need it don't you? Gonna take my come honey? Little mama wants it, yeah?"

You could barely nod but you managed to knock your head back and forth. You were exhausted after he'd already given you two orgasms but now you could feel him coming to his end, his arms were shaking and his thrusts were getting sloppy with that big cock twitching as he stretched your walls. His impressive size was addicting.

"You ready? Think you can take another load?"

"Mmmm..." a pathetic wet mumble fell from your lips as Harry choked out a groan, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake the kids and you felt him throb and throb as he dropped his mouth open wide and pasted his hips against yours, unloading hours and hours worth of vital come into your womb, his balls emptying every drop inside of you.

You were very much done for by the time he pulled out but Harry wasn't. He angled your hips up with a heaving chest and stuffed himself back inside, holding his shaft to keep steady as he fucked his come into you, "There we go. Let's get that all in there," he watched as he dipped inward, keeping you full of his sperm, wet squelches (NSFW LINK - opens up a tumblr audio porn, no visuals 😈) coming from your pussy with the way he was plunging back into you to make sure his come didn't leak out, "Get that pussy fed and happy," he hissed as he pumped in gently, his cock sensitive to the touch after his orgasm.

He enjoyed the view of it... your shiny puffy pussy wrapped around his thick shaft as he pushed his come back inside you until he couldn't stay hard any longer. You were sure that was baby number three.

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[dollwrites]

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 — 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, facefucking, deepthroat, it gets sloppy, toji’s mean, degradation, noncon, failed tap outs, suggested age gap, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i caved and finally wrote my first toji fic i know i’ve been teasing for a while. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“What are you crying for, huh?” Toji’s vice on your hair was a tight fist, creating a makeshift ponytail so he could see your tears on your face. “You wanted to learn, didn’t you, girlie?” you could hear the amusement in his voice. the arrogance of knowing he was too much for you. too big. too rough. but uncaring. “Now you’re gonna boo-hoo about it?”

the best you could manage was a gargling whimper, your lips stretched wide around the thickness of his mighty cock. if your eyes crossed, you could see the shine from your spit and lipgloss smeared along the surface of his skin, giving each rigid vein a highlight. if you watched his inches disappear into your mouth, you got dizzy. the way he dribbled your head on his groin had your head spinning. back and forth, up and down, hard and fast.

“Just take it and stop whining so much, little bitch.”

Toji Fushiguro didn’t do soft and sweet.

you knew that, but you’d hoped he’d take a little more care than this.

you could feel the bones in his knuckles bat against the back of your head when he pushed you down hard, forcing the majority of him into your mouth, the girthy, reddened head threatening to push its way right down your throat, and when he yanked on your hair to pull you back, your scalp stung. you couldn’t help but whine and choke— he wasn’t giving you any choice. you’d forgotten how to stay calm and breathe through your nose, and instead twitched and squirmed.

“Fucking hell,” he grunted, and took a moment to exert his power on you, pushing you down until you kissed his broad base, the musky coarse hair tickling your nostrils and scraping against your plushy cheeks, “can’t even take a cock without being a drama queen. Stop moving around so damn much, let me get in that tight, little throat.” he held you there, trying to force his way in, but you couldn’t stop yourself from freaking out the second you felt him start to invade. bunching your shoulders, you push yourself up from where you were sitting on your calf muscles, both hands fleeing to pat and shove at his muscular thighs in a gagging attempt to tell him to stop. you felt the need to retch, and the sensation of having your air supply limited so drastically so quickly, and every alarm in your head went off to get off of him.

“What?” he barked, breathing ragged. “Want me to stop already? Can’t take it?”

you nod and Toji laughs.

“That’s too damn bad.”

for as much as you fought, Toji was stronger, and with a frustrated snarl, he grabbed your head with both hands, instead. gripping either side, he walked you backwards, mouth full of cock, until he pushed the back of your head against the opposing wall. his stance wide, heavy feet planted against either of your legs, he pinned your back to the wall. “Gettin’ real tired of your crybaby ass. Gonna have to teach you my way.”

his way was cruel, and you came to understand that as he jackhammered into your drooling, squealing mouth at a brutal pace, his heavy balls smacking against your chin. you can feel how the skin wants to stick to the gluey saliva dribbling from your sore mouth. your nails bite at his thighs, leaving angry, red scores, but he doesn’t ease up. he refuses to let you breath for even a moment, his large, hot palms clamped over your ears.

it was only after he’d battered the back of your throat and started to slip inside with each, merciless thrust, that you started to cluck, loud and helpless, squinting your eyes. even through the blur of your tears and the wincing, you could still make out his incredibly imposing, powerful figure casting a formidable shadow over you as he power fucked your throat.

maybe it was the subtle yet consistent bumping of your head against the wall, or the overwhelming scent and taste of his arousal enveloping you, overloading your senses, but you started to realize you weren’t struggling nearly as much. your hands, that had been desperate to claw your way to freedom, had ceased, your wrists going limp, as you slumped back against the wall to simply take him until he was done.

“That’s it, those are the sounds I like to hear, that feels fucking good,” he moans, baring his teeth. “Not much fight left in you now, is there? Still want me to be nice, still wanna stop?” for a moment, and much to your surprise, Toji withdrew his cock, allowing it to pop free from your abused, swollen lips. air flooded your lungs and you croaked on it, pushing globs of spit and precum out of the well to drip down your chin and stain your chest. your eyes widen, and you suck in every gulp of oxygen that you could, but you didn’t want to move, just in case he slammed your head into the wall again. weakly, uncertainly, your glassy eyes flicker up to the older man, and you give a defeated shake of your head. “That’s what I thought. You’re getting the hang of it.” he chuckled, hoarsely, running his calloused fingertips over your sticky, messy cheek before giving you a few, solid slaps of encouragement. or, perhaps, praise. you couldn’t tell. you didn’t care. you mewl and try to shy away from it, but he grasps your face hard in one hand and drags you back to look at him. “Now, sit pretty and be a good throat whore. This time, I’m not stopping until I shoot a load into your belly.”

[twola]

Could we get a medium honor Arthur that's obsessed with the reader having no gag reflex? He takes her any chance he gets 🫣🫣

Of Many Talents

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI ➵ Fic Masterlist ➵ AO3 Link

Those hands - calloused and rough, strong and beaten, scarred and certain, they curl around your jaw with such gentleness it still surprises you.

“My girl,” He hums, and you nuzzle your cheek against his saddle hewn thigh, his course pubic hair brushing against your skin.

“Don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He continues, swaying slightly as you press your lips against the crease of his hip, continuing the journey you’ve been on for the last several minutes.

The oil lantern in the corner of the hotel room burns low, the shadows of the night cast across the room.

“Arthur Morgan, don’t you start.” You smile up at him from your knees, resting your chin on his thigh for a moment.

He chuckles to himself softly, running his hand then over your hair, tucking loose strands of it back gently behind your ear.

You adjust yourself on your knees, fortunately there was a rug on the hardwood floor beneath where your skirts pool down. You can tell he is anxious, swaying again, his spurs jingling slightly. His knees are bound by his pants, pulled down enough to allow you to run your hands up his pale thighs to his abdomen- he holds his shirt up with one hand as the other caresses the back of your head lovingly.

After teasing him quite enough, you set yourself to the task at hand - literally, as your hands move to his pelvis, one wrapping around the base of his hard cock and the other cupping his balls. He sucks in a breath loudly as his hips pulse forward out of his own volition.

"Eager there, cowboy?"

"Jesus - you... please..." His voice is rough, like he had been gargling gravel as you shallowly pump your hand up and down his shaft.

You decide not to tease any longer. You draw yourself up back on your knees and open your mouth to him, your tongue darting out to lick the sensitive slit of his head.

"God damnit-" He groans in the night, teeth gritted as he stares down at you, one hand fisted in his shirt, the other resting lightly on your head.

You continue, enveloping the round, blunt end of him in your wet, warm mouth, he lets out a breathe he had been holding for a few moments with a groan as you continue, taking inch by inch of him.

"Oh god, girl-" He mutters, and your eyes dart up to him coquettishly. You slowly slide forward, staring up at him all the while, until your nose presses into his coarse hair, until the very tip of him curves down your throat. At that, Arthur throws his head back and moans, his hat falling and bouncing to the floor as his fingers pulse in your hair. You breathe through your nose and rock back and forward, saliva dripping down your chin as you properly fuck him with your mouth

"Oh, oh sweetheart, you -hah- got the wickedest mouth on you-" He pants.

You moan, and he lets another breath out near painfully as the vibrations from your throat pulse around his cock. Working your jaw slightly, you rock back and forth faster as his fingers work into your hair harder, knowing that your lover is well on his way to completely losing his composure. You slow down, and he looks back at you wildly, his eyes lust blown and mouth hanging open.

With a haughty blink of your eye, you suck, hard, and the outlaw is finished.

"Oh - aw shit-!" Arthur barks out before his hips thrust forward and he's shooting his spend down your throat. He rocks slightly as it peters off, and pulls his cock from your mouth with a hiss. You clear your throat, rubbing at your neck as he incredulously looks down at you.

"I dunno what deal you made with the devil to be able to do that, but I ain't complainin'," Arthur wipes his brow with the back of his hand as he grabs his pants, pulling them up as you lick the last bit of pearly spend off your lips. After he situates himself, both of his arms dart down to help you up, and continue by pulling you into an embrace.

"Just like makin' you happy," You nuzzle into his chest. A laugh bursts out from his lips.

"Honey, you make me more than happy. Now let's get you down on the bed and I'll get to makin' you sing."

[latenightdaydreams]

Can you please write about sadistic Konig and masochistic reader. Like he slaps her puffy pink pussy until it's all red and swollen, bites her nipples until it bleeds and sometimes slaps her cunty face. But anyone wanna mess up with her? They're dead.

My god this idea is 👩🏽‍🍳💋I hope I did okay haha😮‍💨

Sadistic!König x Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, blood, hitting, biting, dom/sub relationships, oral

1.2k word count

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You flinch as König spits on your face as you kneel before him. His hand comes down hard and slaps you for flinching. He spits on you again and smears it across your pretty little face before slapping you again. Your face is covered in his red hand prints and glossy from his spit.

“Are you going to be good now?”

You nod your head eagerly as you look up at him with begging eyes. His hand slaps you once more before he grabs your ponytail harshly and drags you to the bed. He lets go of your hair and lifts you up by your waist and tosses you on the bed.

His massive body gets on the bed next to you as he lowers his head to begin kissing up your torso. Lips soft and warm as they travel up your body. Slowly he begins to bite into your delicate flesh. Frist they were light bites, just enough to leave goosebumps all over your body. Once he got to your breasts, he started to bite harder. His canines dig into your skin as you let out small whimpers of pain and pleasure.

“Shhh.” König shushes you as he continues to bite you.

Reaching your nipple, he begins to lightly bite your areola, his teeth slowly sinking in more until you let out a tiny yelp. His teeth broke the skin, he leans back to watch the blood bubble to the surface slowly. The sight of the bright crimson red excites him to no end. He leans forward and licks the blood before biting you again, even harder this time.

In a frenzy he moves to every inch of your breast biting as hard as he desires as you squirm with pleasure underneath him. Another small moan leaves your lips and he looks up at you and slaps you again, “Shhh.”

You nod your head, biting your own lips. He moves to your other breast and begins to bite it all over again, causing both breasts to be covered in purplish red marks and small dots of blood rising where his teeth broke skin.

König leans back and looks at the beautiful work he’s done. Covered in his mark on your soft beautiful breasts. “Like a work of art…” He leans over and kisses your lips aggressively before standing up off the bed.

Grabbing your shoulders he drags you to the edge, your head hanging off the side. Standing over you with his erect cock hanging in your face he slaps your abdomen, making your body curl slightly. His hands move up to your breasts and slaps them too, slightly pulling on your left nipple. Your breasts are so sore your face scrunches from the pain.

“Open your mouth.” He demands. “Quickly.”

You open your mouth as his hand comes down to grasp your jaw tightly. He begins to slide his cock into your mouth, pushing it in until his balls are hitting your nose. Your hands grab the bedsheets and squeeze, trying to relax as you have a thick 9 ½ inch cock down your throat.

“Good girl, just like that.” He begins to try and push in even deeper, making you gag more; his hips bucking lightly before he pulls his cock out again, slapping it on your face and rubbing it back and forth before slipping it back between your puffy lips.

He leans forward over you and spreads your legs open; he takes his time caressing your pussy making your legs twitch. Without warning his hand comes down and smacks your pussy. Your legs close instinctively.

He uses both hands to spread your legs again, keeping one hand on your leg as the other goes back to smacking your pussy and watching your sensitive skin redden from his hits. His hips begin to move faster, fucking your throat and savoring the gargling sounds coming from you as you struggle; thick globs of spit falling down your face. His hands move to your breasts as he squeezes them tightly, you moan in pain on his cock.

Withdrawing his cock, he begins to jerk off as he moves his balls to your mouth. You eagerly lick all over, shoving your face into them. You try your best to stuff both into your mouth, but one slips out, your mouth too small. He goes back to slapping your pussy, again you close your legs and he forces them open.

“One more time and I’ll have to punish you, Schatz. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” you say but it comes out muffled with his heavy balls covering your mouth.

“Meine gute kleine Hure.”

This time his hand comes down even harder and you let out another a pained moan. “Beautiful pussy.” König moans.

Then his phone rings.

“Verdammt!” He shouts, withdrawing his cock from your throat. You take a deep breath and deep gasp after.

König answers the phone with anger in his voice, “What?”

You remain on your back looking up at him as König slowly loses his boner and hangs up the phone.

“We are late for training, let’s go.”

You nod and sit up and hurry to get dressed, you both hadn’t realized how quickly 45 minutes had passed by. You put on your bra wincing from the pain, König watches and smiles before approaching you, placing a tender kiss on your lips.

“We will finish after, and I’ll make sure to take care of all these wounds I promise.”

“Thank you.” Your voice meek as you gaze up at him.

You both walk down the hallway together, König slowing his pace to keep up with you. His eyes are constantly looking around to make sure no man is looking your way. Honestly, any gender shouldn’t be looking at you; but he knows how men are.

You both arrive outside; you leave his side to get matched up for sparring. König hates this, he hates to see you with someone’s hands all over you or hurting you. This is simply part of your training, but he wishes he could take you away from here.

König stands with his arms crossed against his chest. His eyes burning a hole into the 5 '10 man you were put with to spare. He is handsome, more than König. He shakes that thought out of his mind as he just watches. His hands go around your hips as you both grapple. His heart is beating out of his chest as he sees the man lift you and slam you into the ground. You let out a small groan in pain.

“Watch how you fucking touch her!” König is already marching his way over to the both of you.

You look up and see panic on the recruit you’re sparring with. Quickly you stand up. “I’m okay König.”

He ignores you and grabs the man by the collar of his shirt, “Say you’re sorry for touching what’s mine!”

“I-I-I’m sorry Colonel…” The poor kid was shaking.

“And now to her.” He pushes the man and turns him to face you.

“I’m sorry y/n.”

“König!” Horangi shouts as König turns his head to face him and lets out a deep sigh.

“Was willst du?!”

“Leave the recruit alone, we talked about this…” Horangi sounds annoyed with König. “If you want to be able to watch her train, you have to let her actually train.”

“He hurt her!”

“They’re sparring!”

König’s eyes burn a hole in Horangi, but he isn’t scared of the giant Austrian. König looks at you and then the terrified man.

“Fine.” König turns and agrees to watch without interfering, but that one lasts so long. You’re his after all.

[boba-beom]

₊ ⊹꩜ backrow theatre | CHOI BEOMGYU, KANG TAEHYUN

⟢ sub!beomgyu x switch fem!reader x dom!taehyun

⟢ drabble; smut, little fluff

⟢ going on a date with beomgyu in an empty cinema was a plan from the beginning. what you didn't know was that you were being monitored the whole time, and turns out it wasn't just you and beomgyu wanting to have some fun.

⟢ wc: 1.1k (drabbles never drabble)

⟢ a/n: beomgyu and taehyun. the back row of an empty movie theater. smut. @junniieesbby's req for my event! MDNI. I decided I'll slowly release these drabble reqs from my event during the week days too, I feel like it'd be a lot to post during the weekend :') I received more reqs than I thought! but I am extremely thankful nonetheless! feedback would be appreciated as always ᡣ𐭩

warnings under cut

⟢ petnames;(baby, pretty girl, good boy, etc), sir kink, threesome duh, oral (m. receiving), degradation;(slut), deep throating, exhibitionism, dirty talk, somewhat voyeurism, there's some mxm moments (if you don't like that don't send hate, just don't read), unprotected sex, hair pulling, soft choking, pervy taehyun, spit kink and cum eating. lmk if I missed anything!

giving beomgyu head in the back row of an empty cinema was not part of the agenda your a first date, but you weren't mad about it. and neither was the man moaning like nobody's business. you two were the only ones in the cinema room after all.

"ugh, shit, baby. your mouth feels so good." beomgyu sighs, placing both of his hands on either side of your temples, resisting how fast you're sliding his dick down your throat.

the dim lights only made the view of you on your knees even hotter for your date. your fingers fondle his balls while you try and take him in deeper every now and then, and he loved it indicated by his throaty moan.

in the cinema, each room is under surveillance by a member of staff; monitoring any forbidden activities such as filming the screen or in this instance, someone receiving head at the back row of an empty cinema.

the movie wasn't much of an appeal to most but it was also the first day of the viewing—at the latest time too. the member of staff huffs, adjusting his half-hard dick in under his slacks while watching the way your head bobs up and down between the legs of a man slumping in his seat. but he better do his job.

you kneel back on your legs, fisting beomgyu's cock with both hands painfully slow, twisting your fists as he leans forward to kiss you, moaning into your mouth.

light shines on the both of you, along with a stern voice interrupting.

"excuse me, what do you think you're doing? I'm going to have to kick you guys out-"

"please don't kick us out," you squint to read his name tag, "taehyun."

blinded by his torch shining on the lewd scene of your slick hands over beomgyu's pulsing dick, you manage to see the corner of his lips curve upward.

"why shouldn't I? this is unacceptable and it's public indecency." he retorts, but his growing erection feels otherwise.

"if I let you fuck me will you let us finish and not tell anyone, sir?" you look up at him with your doe eyes, almost whining from the title rolling off of your tongue.

your boldness was good enough to keep you going, beomgyu's cock back in the warmth of your mouth and taehyun's pounding you from behind, also kneeling. the grip of two pairs of hands on your body—your head and your hips���essentially had your mind reeling, another thing added that wasn't on your agenda.

taehyun's thrusts didn't falter, fucking you hard enough until your legs are shaking, him having to hold you up.

"fucking cum, slut." taehyun grunts between clenched teeth.

your moans over beomgyu's cock doesn't help him from hold back his noises, whining your name as he feels his length throbbing against your tongue. that is, until taehyun pushes your head down, taking more of beomgyu until his tip was lodged down your throat and gargling, then pulling at your hair, stopping just when beomgyu's tip remains in your mouth.

the male above you starts grabbing on the arms of the seat, throwing his head back and mouth agape while you're moaning around his tip until he unloads his thick cum in your mouth.

"don't swallow yet, pretty girl." taehyun pants behind you, snapping his hips as he pistons into your throbbing cunt. "c'mere."

you shuffle on your knees, knowing they're bruised but the pain is nonexistent in a situation like this. taehyun sits beside beomgyu and fists his shaft, waiting for you to position yourself between his legs.

you open your mouth slowly, careful not to spill beomgyu's cum from the corners of your lips. after a couple more strokes, taehyun hunches forward, letting out his strangled groans after each pump of his white ribbons spurting out his tip and into your full mouth.

"good girl." he sighs, chest heaving while he caresses your cheek once you close your mouth. but you don't swallow. letting the bitter cum of both men mix over and under your tongue.

taehyun turns to beomgyu, a thought brewing in his head and hoping you'd be quick to catch on. he grabs your date's jaw, delicately squeezing his cheeks.

"open." is all he says, and beomgyu was quick to oblige, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out flat against his bottom lip.

taehyun looks at you, smirking and nodding his head in beomgyu's direction, a subtle smile playing on your lips. you genuinely wouldn't have taken him to be such a freak but he's so hot, and the lust in his eyes while he waits for you to move was enough to realise he was just as freaky.

getting up on your feet, your knees almost buckle as you move to hover over beomgyu, crawling over his lap as your slicked cunt makes contact with his half-hard dick. you look at him below you, whiny and bringing his hands over a loose hold around taehyun's wrist.

leaning over beomgyu's face, you part your lips, slowly letting the mixed substances fall out your mouth and into the male's beneath you. when you felt nothing left in your mouth you press your lips against beomgyu's roughly kissing him and still tasting the cum on against your tongues.

another higher pitched whine rumbles in his chest when he felt the liquids sliding down his tongue and to the back of his throat.

"that's my good boy. now swallow, baby." you coo in his ear and you feel beomgyu's cock jump beneath you, taehyun, too, found that extremely hot.

you didn't take beomgyu to be someone who would eat his own cum, let alone a stranger's, but you'd by lying to yourself if you said that it didn't turn you on.

when beomgyu swallowed the last drop of cum he opened his mouth to show you, tongue sticking out again and taehyun's hand slides down to beomgyu's throat, applying light pressure as he raises off of the seat and spits into the other male's mouth, then nods. beomgyu swallows that too, no hesitancy in sight.

"god, you take anything we give you, don't you?" taehyun chuckles, thumb rubbing beomgyu's bobbing adam's apple.

the movie was coming to an end, the credits just about to appear and the lights gradually brightens up the room while the three of you sort out your clothes and wiping down the collective mess on the seats.

you grab your jacket from your seat, looking around to find taehyun making his way to the exit of the theatre room.

"taehyun!" you call after him, also making your way down the steps to catch up to him.

he turns around, brows cocking up and his hands in his pockets.

"I was wondering," you start sweetly, "could I get your number and we can fuck again?"

he chuckles at your straightforwardness, taking his phone out for you to put your number in his contacts.

"pretty thing, I'd love to. just, not in the theatre again. you're lucky it was just me who saw." he responds firmly, but he has that stupid smirk crawling on his lips again. "and beomgyu?"

you give him a sweet smile.

"you two are hot so.." you trail, "this arrangement good?"

taehyun looks up to where beomgyu was, walking up behind you with his flushed cheeks.

"yeah, this could work." he nods, retrieving his phone from you. "see you around miss."

"see you around, sir."

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[darby-rowe]

maybe could we do a sub!coryo getting pegged by dom!reader and shes going super hard on him like spanking him,grabbing his hair and pulling him back against her cock? could we add some mommy kink in there too 🤭🤭

im so sorry i keep leaving my asks in the dust akskfks i write so slow im so sorry 😩

but anon this is such a hot idea. as a society we need to acknowledge the fact that coryo more than likely has a mommy kink

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw mommy kink

coryo has a major attitude problem due to his unresolved trauma, and a common outlet he uses to vent his frustrations and express his emotions is letting you fuck the absolute shit out of him.

you can't recall how it happened the first time, but after coryo finally let you peg him, cooing in his face and calling him a good boy, he became obsessed with your silicone dick. and now you use this newfound kink as a way to 'tame' him when he's being exceptionally bratty.

you'd go out shopping in public, and you'd have to withstand coryo's complaining on how hot/cold it is outside, or how it's too crowded, or blah blah blah, etc. and by god did it get on your last nerve. was there anything in this world that coryo didn't complain about?

the last straw came and went whenever you wanted to try on a few dresses and coryo just let out the bitchiest sigh you ever heard. he didn't even say anything, and yet it made your blood absolutely boil.

so now fast forward and you have coryo on his knees in between your legs as you fuck his throat with your strap, watching his pretty blue eyes well up with tears as he gargles and gags on your silicone cock.

"that's it, baby," you purr, tangling your fingers in his soft blonde curls and guiding him back and forth on your dick. "such a nice little cocksucker, aren't ya? i guess those pretty lips are good for something else other than being a fucking brat,"

you softly wipe his tears away before plunging your cock down his throat, groaning at how hard he grips your thighs before letting him come up for air. and those wet baby blues of his never fail to get you going.

“say you love sucking my cock, brat,” you command, gripping tightly onto his hair. the whimper that emits from his throat has your knees feeling like water.

“i love…” he pants, gulping down saliva. “i love sucking your cock, mommy,”

absolutely delicious.

and one thing about coryo is that he is loud; especially when you have your cock balls-deep inside his ass, pulling him back by the hair and thrusting with everything you have. your pelvis smacks against the flesh of his ass, and he is nearly in tears from how rough you are. but it feels so, so good.

“mommy, please,” coryo babbles incoherently how good your cock feels inside him, or how you’re being too rough. his whimpers and mewls sound so fucking good coming from his swollen, spit-covered lips. “please, slow down. you’re so big. so deep. i can’t take it, mommy,”

“no, baby, you’re gonna take this cock like a good boy,” you pant, planting a hard smack! against the pale flesh of coryo’s ass. he lets out another whimper. “if you want me to slow down and be nicer, you’re gonna have to learn to not be such a fucking pompous brat. in the meantime, you’re gonna take my cock, and you’re gonna cum as many times as i see fit,”

and so you proceed to fuck him until he’s so dumb and blissed out that you can barely understand a word he’s saying — until he’s only repeating, “mommy, i can’t stop cumming”, and “my ass feels so good”, and “thank you, mommy”.

at the end of the night, you of course bring him the absolute best aftercare you can muster. you run him a bath, give him sweet kisses all over his pretty, tear-stained face, and make sure you tell him how much you really love him.

[dtrghost]

closeness and proximity part.4

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: inaccurate military language and sequences, mega angst, allusions to mental illness (reader has sociopathic tendencies) you get the gist. violence, death (not simon or the mc), sad ghosty because yes. This is gonna be a longer one I think, lots of gore, lots of torture, be wary of that, not for the faint hearted. Guys, DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE GORE, PLEASE. Also, reminder that again, mc is not a good person, not at all, she's devoted to her job and will do ANYTHING to succeed, keep that in mind. Hey you get to see simon close to tears!!!

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT:

word count: 3.5k

She awoke with a scowl, the vomit from last night leaving a vile taste on her tongue. She brushed her teeth, gargled mouth wash, and opted to skip out on breakfast.

As if her stomach could handle that after last night.

She hated herself for letting her teammate see her so weak, even going so far as to cry in front of him and confess feelings she couldn't comprehend herself. But now wasn't the time to dwell, she had a mission, and to carry it out she resorted to autopilot, her best friend for years.

Simon opened his eyes to the sound of her getting ready, the cocks of her gun as she checked it twice over to ensure nothing would go wrong when she needed it.

"Mornin' sunshine." He grunted out, his voice deep and raspy with sleep as he sluggishly stood up.

"Ghost." His eyes flickered to her, and the woman he knew was back. The cold, guarded version of her he'd managed to break through the night before had returned. He didn't press, knowing how important it was to get the job done right. He got ready himself as she stood by the cracked open door waiting for him patiently. He noticed how she kept her eyes cemented to the floor, not moving, rarely blinking, because if she looked at him, and he stared back with something that wasn't the look of a lieutenant or a soldier, she'd crack.

And she couldn't let that happen. Not now anyway.

Her ears tuned in to the sound of loud thuds hitting the floor. Her eyes flickered to the smoke entering the room shouts ringing out from another part of the house. She got a small whiff of the smell.

HCN, H2S, and PH3.

Knockdown gas.

They made eye contact, rushing to her bag and pulling out a gas mask, Simon following silently. The gas flooded the room, Y/N pressing her ear to the door, hearing nothing but silence in return. She waited for a moment before cracking open the door and taking a peek out, seeing the hallway flooded with the same smoke but no bodies.

"Couples hours before breakfast, most of em were still asleep." Simon told her quietly.

The one time these bloody fuckers decide to sleep in.

They made their way to the end of the hallway, checking the rooms along the way to see that they were empty. She looked around the corner, finding those very bodies on the floor, blood surrounding them as they trailed to the hallway on the other side of the kitchen. Her hand came up, halting him as she crouched down, pushing a metal ball from the back of her vest and into her palm.

"What's that?" He pressed, never having seen a device like that before.

"It's connected to my coms that picks up audio. Prototype from headquarters." His eyebrows shot up in surprise as she rolled it to the other hallway, and with a tap of her earpiece she could hear quiet voices from the other half of the house.

Clear. Alpha 0-5 move to the other side. Omega team will clear upstairs.

She took out her suppressed pistol instead, listening to the near silent thuds of footsteps going up the stairs.

"They're gonna come this way. I take them out, then we move to the front door."

"Copy that." She watched as two soldiers appeared from the other hallway. With two bullets to the head, one for each, she reloaded and approached the front door silently, taking a moment to grab her eavesdropper (what she calls it anyway) and move back to Simon. Gunshots rang out upstairs, Simon quick to grab her arm before she could clear the front for an exit.

"What about the rest of em?" He hated, no. Loathed, leaving teammates behind when he could do something to help. She stopped, sighing deeply. She had to make a choice, save the two of them, or risking the death of everyone trying to save the rest.

"They're out. By the time we get up there they'll be dead and we'll have to face the firing squad." She argued, disagreeing with the idea to play search and rescue.

"You don't know that." He shot back, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I'm not risking our lives. We have a mission to complete, and we can't do that if we have a bullet in our brains." They were both growing irritated. He thought she was being selfish for not wanting to even try to help her squad. She found him idiotic for not seeing that there wasn't a chance that they'd pull anyone out alive.

"I'm not leaving until we try." And he knew she wasn't leaving him on his own, she cared too much. He didn't mind using her feelings for him for his own gain in the moment. Right now he cared about his team, and when he moved to clear the house, she begrudgingly followed. They checked every body they came across for a pulse, finding none for the first few. It pissed her off in a variety of ways, the fact she was right and he wasn't letting up, and the fact that she didn't hear it sooner.

She blamed her herself. If she hadn't let herself deteriorate, she would've heard them come, she could've saved them. But she didn't, and she'd now have to remind herself of that every day for the rest of her life.

She moved to the front of him, taking initiative and peaking around the hallway. The gas had since cleared by the windows they opened, the traces left not being enough to knock anyone else out.

"Clear!" Ghost's heart sank. She was right. He heard her exhale slowly, her anger peaking as she waited for them all the walk out of the rooms and putting a bullet in their heads. All but two. She shot their hands, then their legs, moving through the hallway and yanking them both off the floor with one arm each.

"Sun-"

"Shut it Ghost. How the hell did you find us." He had never seen her so angry. Her tone was spiteful and full of hatred as she threw one his direction and directing her rage to the bigger guy.

"Fuck you." The man replied, smirking at her tauntingly. It was silent for a beat, and it would only get worse.

"Alright." With a quick movement his face smashed into her knee, letting his body drop as she began searching rooms with an order for Simon to keep an eye on them. She found rope, feeling the heaviness of it as she threw it on her shoulder and came back out.

"You can watch this time if you want. Maybe you can learn a few things." She grabbed the man by his vest and dragged him into the nearest room, Simon taking the other one with him.

"Put him in the chair and tie him up." She tossed some rope to him before tying her guy down to the bed. The chair the other one sat in was facing the bed, and there was this awful feeling that he couldn't shake. Everything told him to step outside, to not watch what she was going to do to them, but his need to know what she was truly capable of was just that much stronger.

"Kinky. I like it." He teased, though the sweat sliding down his temple was evidence enough that he was scared. She didn't reply, grabbing a knife, taking off her gear, and rolling up her sleeves.

"Call for evac." She ordered, waiting for him to finish with it before sitting next to him.

"Let's get started. How did you find us."

"I had a nice cup of tea with your mother before she-" He cried out in pain, squirming as she pressed her knife into his abdomen and cut a line down the middle. The ropes were too tight, too thick for him to rip off as he desperately pulled at them.

"This is how it's gonna work. Wrong answer, one organ he-" She jabbed her finger towards the guy sitting in the chair who had just been shouting at her to stop.

"Has to eat." Everyone's eyes blew out of the sockets at her words. She couldn't be serious, she was bluffing... right?

"You're full of shit." She snickered, burying the blade in his thigh, her eyes boring into his own.

"You just murdered my team. I promise you, the last thing I value this morning is morality. So, tell me what I want to know, or shit's gonna get ugly."

"Sunshine-" Simon's words never left the tip of his tongue. The glare that faced him was enough to cause him to step back and keep his mouth shut. He didn't move, didn't try to stop her.

"Let's continue shall we. How did you know that we were here."

"Go to hell-" She dug her knife back into him, and Ghost watched in fear as she cut out his spleen. No amount of hatred for the man was enough to get him to watch the process, he kept his eyes cemented to the floor, attempting to tune out his wails and cries. He watched her turn to the man in the chair who stared at her in terror as she held the bloody organ in her hands.

His hand grabbed her wrist.

"That's enough. We'll find a different-" Before he could finish she slammed his against the wall, her arm pressing hard against his trachea as the knife pointed inward to his jugular.

"Stay. Out. of my way. That's an order lieutenant." It was a reminder that she had operational command. She took notice of the betrayal, releasing him with a push against the wall. This is what she was, a monster, and part of her was glad he likely realized that by now so he'd stop trying. She didn't deserve his help, and it was better he put his time towards someone more worthy than someone like her. With one last look at him, she turned back to her victim.

"So, would you prefer i cut it into pieces for you? Or do you wanna be a champ and chew it yourself." Simon's stomach lurched, and it took everything in him not to leave the room, or to spill his dinner from the night before onto the floor.

"You should be thanking me, you're getting the breakfast my team didn't." The man from the bed sobbed and watched her cut a piece off, a second away from forcing it down his teammates throat before he broke.

"Alright I'll tell you!" He yelled, listening to her 'tch' and turn back to him, tossing his organ off to the side. She sat next to him on the bed, her eyes piercing into his soul.

"If you lie to me. I'll go for your dick next, and your buddy won't be the one eating it." The sheer horror in his eyes almost made her laugh, flipping the knife in her hands as she looked at him expectingly. Turns out he was a mole, hidden inside the operation and feeding intel back to his home country's base with the promise of a perfect life for himself, where he could live in a luxury that even some of the richest people couldn't buy.

She could understand if it were to save someone he loved, she might've spared him if that were the case. But for wealth, for greed, he was willing to murder, and she couldn't stand for that.

"He told you what you wanted to know!" The other man cried, watching as the life in his friend's eyes faded, the metal sinking into his heart.

"I'm doing you a favor. People like him, who trade lives for material wealth, are never good to keep around." She shrugged, pulling the knife out and leaving him there before moving back to him.

"Anything else you think I need to know? You're gonna die anyway." Her unbothered attitude made Ghost question whether she had feelings at all.

Was the person he met last night real? Was it a lie, a facade for some underlying goal he didn't know?

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The man sobbed, still struggling against his restraints in a feeble attempt to escape the inevitable. Her hand landed on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze in false comfort.

"People like your buddy. Ever heard of the Тюлень project." His eyes met hers and she snickered at his confusion.

"It means seal in Russian. They'd kidnap elite soldiers, most happening to be navy seals to brainwash them and sell them to ally countries through an underground black market system. Now a number of things occurred during the process." She rose back up, twisting the knife in her hands as she thought back to that time with a smile that held nothing behind it.

"But I think the most memorable part was when they'd castrate the men and sterilize the women. No meds either, awake for the whole thing." Simon's head snapped up to her, both of them in shock and terror.

"ECT was one thing, but god that was a whole other experience. But the wounds healed up nicely so I guess I can't complain." The humor behind her words fell on deaf ears. They couldn't tell if they should've felt sympathy or fear.

"Well whatever. I'll put you out of your misery now." She pulled out her pistol and within a second he was dead, the both watching as his body went slack and his head fell forward.

"Evac should be arriving soon-"

"Is it true?" He interrupted, staring at her.

"No I lied to the poor guy about getting my organs ripped out so he'd pass on peacefully. Of course it's fucking true."

"Watch the fuckin' attitude Y/N."

"What the hell is your problem now. Someone shove a stick up your ass when I wasn't looking." The next thing she knew she was slammed against the wall, suddenly the one in front the knife as it pressed against her neck, just as she did to him before. She took his emotions in, seeing his rage, the hurt from her treachery. She strained to adjust her neck to a more comfortable position, smirking up at him. She felt the sharpness of the blade dig into her skin a bit, the warm crimson dripping down her neck as she flashed her jugular to him.

"Do it Simon. I won't stop you. I can see the dying urge somewhere in there." The hairs on the back of his neck stood tall. She was right, a part of him wanted to. The part that felt threatened by her previous actions, that didn't trust her for a second as she flipped from person to person, cold and warm in fleeting moments. She watched him lower his knife, getting in her face, their noses almost touching through their masks.

"You're a sick, selfish bastard. You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself, you kill for yourself, you hurt everyone you meet. And I don't want something like that on my team."

Something. Not someone. She wasn't even a person to him now.

"You'll be off Task Force 141 by the morning, you hear me?" She swallowed thickly, nodding, only for his arm to push farther into her throat causing her to choke.

"Words soldier." He spat, the anger gleaming in his eyes. He could see the small traces of hurt and guilt in her eyes. But she knew it was only a matter of time, She was unlovable, and she was foolish to think she could have something she wanted.

"I'll be off Task Force 141 in the morning. I'll call HQ myself." She forced out. He searched her gaze for falsehood before reluctantly releasing her, facing away as she gasped for air, hunching over and taking deep breaths. She couldn't deny his strength, and it was evident with her short coughing fit.

They were silent as she put back on her gear, and he knew that was the last time he'd ever see Y/N, the woman he met last night, likely forever. He watched as she picked up her gun, her eyes empty and nonchalant.

"We need to head to the landing zone. You ready?" She kept a light tone that surprised him a bit. With a curt nod she approached the door, only for it to be kicked in as she jumped back in shock. The uniforms matched the ones from the men she killed, so she began taking shots, Simon following. But as more filed in, they quickly lost, both of them ending up on the floor with knees on their backs, their hands being tied up.

They were forced to comply, being pushed and shoved to a helicopter waiting outside for them. They had been gagged and stripped of their gear, sitting on the hard floor with guns pointing at them. Ghost tried to meet her eyes, nudging her foot to look at him for a silent meeting to make a plan, until the barrel pointing at him was suddenly digging into his skull, ordering him to stop in Russian.

Then they began to shout, people standing with their guns up and ready as the radar with the control up front beeped, a red blinker appearing to be approaching them from the back.

Evac followed.

The helicopter door opened with a machine gun pointing at them, only for them to scream as she kicked their knee in, sending them out of the chopper. The duo couldn't speak, but a silent confirmation was given as they got themselves up, fighting with their hands behind their back as the evac helicopter appear just below them. With the door still open she made eye contact with Price, her head gesturing down.

The aircraft lowered enough for them to jump in, and she went back to help out Ghost who she pushed in front of her before two men looped their arms around her. She spit out her gag after leaning over with them and trying to shake them off with vigor, but she wasn't strong enough, not after the several blows her body had already taken.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" Simon yelled out, having gotten the gag out of his mouth and seeing her restrained. She stepped back, causing him stutter for a moment in confusion as she told him to stop.

"I'm sorry." For everything, but she didn't have time for that last piece. Before he could help she jumped, her feet making hard contact with his chest, sending him out of danger and falling into evac who turned the chopper to let him fall in. She fell back onto the floor, her capturers' grips loosening and her head spinning as she crawled to the opening.

"We've got to get her out of there!" Simon yelled, only to be held back by Soap and Price. She felt hands wrap around her ankles before she looked back at her team.

"GO." She screamed as loudly as she could, knowing there was no way for her to get out alive either. John saw her for a moment, truly. He saw the girl he met 6 years ago. Her eyes were begging, pleading with him to save themselves, to save him, and leave her behind. He gave her nod, tearing his look away before wetness could pool in his eyes.

"No! Price! Don't you fucking dare!" His eyes burned involuntarily as he looked back at her, desperate to go back. Everything around him went quiet, slow, and he felt the air from his lung dissipate at her face. She smiled at him, a genuine smile.

It's gonna be okay. It told him.

The last person to look at him that way was his mother. When he was just a boy after he received a beating from his father. The look of care, reassurance, and tenderness she gave him as she cleaned the wounds on his body and face. That she'd save him, get him out of harm's way, and this time around, she did. He breathed heavily, every word he had said to her flooding back to his memory with guilt and regret.

Sick, selfish bastard. Those were his last words to her. The last thing he did was threaten her life and kick her off the team like trash. He almost threw up.

"Get us out of here!" Price shouted to the pilot who nodded, turning their aircraft around and heading back home. Simon struggled and yanked, but his body was weak for the beating he took in that house, and all he could do was watch as they parted for what may have been the last time.

Her breath was ragged and heavy as soldiers pulled her up by her arms, not nearly as gentle as they were the last time. The butt of their gun hit her face, and she felt her body sag, her eyes shutting as she lost consciousness. A part of her didn't mind too much, she got him out, she saved someone, finally. She did something right, something that wasn't for herself, and she let herself enjoy that as she slipped away.

She did it.

Yeaahhh. For reference HCN is hydrogen cyanide, H2S is hydrogen sulfide, and PH3 is phosphite (I'm not smart I googled knockdown gas). There's gonna be another part soon, because yes I'm excited. Anyway yeah. I hope you enjoyed this part!! The next part may be the second to last depending on what I come up with. If you wanna be part of the tag list let me know! Notes of any kind are appreciated and thank you for all of the support!!

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[vampcubus]

HIII IM THE ONE THAT SENT THE KARAKU THIRST >_< (if I think it's the one you're referring to where I use >_< in the thirst then that's mine!!) I LOVE HIM SM AUUUGH!!! Also I love your new pfp it's soo cutee ^-^💜 I'm gonna do some more thirsting bc I CAN NOT get the clones off my mind!!

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Imagine overstimulating Aizetsu!! He's so sensitive he just can't stop whining and whimpering auugh♡ he's squirming in your lap and his moans and whimpers are getting louds as his orgasm rushes to him once again. He's trying to push your hands away, he just can't take it anymore!! >_<

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also do you have/ do names for anons? If you do is it ok if I can be >_< anon? If you don't that's alright too!! I hope you like my silly thoughts abt the hantengu clones!! I hope you have a nice dayy💜

HI HELLO THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD, I LOVED IT! i wasn't much of a karaku girly til you sent that ask istg. and ty!! i love inosuke <33 oh and you can absolutely be >_< anon!

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!aizetsu, dom!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, not proofread.

Aizetsu is devastatingly sensitive, whimpering and arching into every lick and caress. I'm sure you can guess that he's a crier, no matter how gently you're treating him. He just feels so good and can't help but sniffle. And if you thought he was a crybaby before, just wait and see how he becomes a sniveling, sobbing, squirming mess in your lap when you overstimulate him to tears.

He'll whine that he, "just can't take it!" and pleads so pathetically for a break, but you only flutter your lashes and smile serenely at his pleas.

"What's wrong? don't you wanna feel good? You were begging me to cum earlier. I'm giving you what you want." Your words only make him gargle and whimper more, hips squirming around in your lap, trying to get away from the hand that persistently tugs at his oversensitive cock.

Aizetsu is so pretty like this, sweat-slicked black hair sticking to his forehead, bright blue eyes swimming with tears he just can't stave off. For the most part, he hides his face in your shoulder, tongue lapping mindlessly at the length of your throat.

"B-but I already— ahn! please, I've already cum! it's too sensitive, please!" he cries, but his hips begin to buck into the tight tunnel of your fingers instead of away from it despite his protests.

It hurts to be touched so soon after cumming, but it feels so good.

"If it's too much why're you fucking my hand like a slut?" you chuckle huskily, eyes glimmering and dilated as you watch his bottom lip tremble.

"M'not! it's you, you k-keep... keep making me feel s'good, can't stop my hips." Aizetsu’s tone loses its bite towards the end, wavering as your thumb sweeps over the sensitive head of his cock to tease at the leaking slit.

Your hand makes a humiliating, lewd squelching noise on his cock, still slippery with his previous release. He hates how it makes him throb in your tight grip, kanji-inscribed eyes tipping back into his head as you pluck every thought and worry from his pretty little head.

His balls throb, already taut and clenched close to his body in anticipation. Aizetsu shudders harshly and sags against you, shaking and drooling a wet spot onto your shirt. He realizes, almost miserably, that he's going to cum again. And you can tell straight away by the way his thighs shiver and propel his hips harder into the faux hole your hand provides, and the kicked puppy noises that bubble in his raw throat.

"Gonna cum! Oh fuck- I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" Aizetsu sobs, brows pinching and legs clamping down around your hand as he seizes with his second orgasm. You stroke him through it despite his efforts to pin your wrist with his thighs, prying a leg to the side to watch him spurt ropes and ropes over your fist. “P-please stop! It’s too m-much!”

[mistersternslatestreturn]

Submission Task: Mantra Reading

First, ready for following script for reciting.

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I was born a stupid Cunt. I'm a simple piece of cockmeat.

Unless I am serving, I am nothing. I am only filled with purpose, when Im filled with cock. I am nothing but a set of three holes, and a set of tits.

Only my body is of value, and it does not belong to me.

I'm nothing without cock, I'm worthless unless I'm servicing a thick hard cock.

Im only pretty, when Im covered in spit and cum, I want dick in any of my holes at any time.

I will not say No, I am a stupid set of fuckholes, I exist solely for the amusement and entertainment of men.

I am a nasty, trashy fuckslut. I will expose myself whenever and wherever I am told to.

I am a receptacle for Jizz, I am a cumdumpster. I want to be bathed and filled with spunk.

I want all men to fill me with cock.

I will follow orders, because I am a dumb slut, and I dont know whats best for me.

Im a cum-drinking whore. My mouths main purpose is not talking, my mouth is for sucking dick, licking balls, tonguing assholes and gargling spit, cum and piss.

I am a piss-swallowing toilet bitch. I will eagerly drink piss from anyone, anywhere.

I feel empty when my holes are empty.

I am addicted to cock, my craving will make me do anything as long as it results in my swallowing a hot load.

Im a nameless set of holes. I am a cumrag, designed to be used and disposed of.

Please, fuck my holes. Thank you for wasting your time on this dumb slut.

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Once you have this script prepared for easy reading we can begin.

Dress smartly and professionally.

Dress as you would to work, or to class, or to a job interview.

Then recite the mantra.

[laurenkmyers]

Summary:

Ai Di’s jealousy manifests itself in many ways, sometimes he’ll yell and scream and tear his way through it, sometimes he’ll fuck Chen Yi rough and raw, making him come several times in one night, torturing them both with overstimulation and restraint, and sometimes, simply, he’ll make someone bleed. or, 3 times Ai Di comes face to face with people who have had Chen Yi in the past, and the 1 time he stakes his claim and makes sure there's no one else. ao3

Chen Yi is unbelievably good with his mouth. 

That shouldn’t piss Ai Di off the way it does, and yet here he is, simmering with pent up horny rage as Chen Yi swallows around his cock.  

It makes Ai Di buck up, forcing himself even deeper into Chen Yi’s throat. But when Chen Yi gargles a little, breathes in and out, and then just takes it? It makes Ai Di want to fucking scream. Which he does, around an elongated moan of ‘fuck’ and ‘you’ and some iteration of Chen Yi’s name. 

Ai Di doesn’t bring it up. But he wants to. He wants to cause a scene and find the little fucks who let Chen Yi put his mouth all over them. Wants to rip the hair from their stupid fucking head and pull out their tongues for ever daring to touch what doesn’t belong to them. 

But he doesn’t. Because he’s got it under control. He secretly rages and fucks Chen Yi’s mouth to make up for it. And when Chen Yi does the tongue thing that absolutely sets him on fire, he tugs Chen Yi’s hair to pull him away and comes all over his face. When Chen Yi dips his traitorous tongue out of his mouth to taste him, it settles something within him and he’s good again. Because Chen Yi belongs to him. 

***

Ai Di’s jealousy manifests itself in many ways, sometimes he’ll yell and scream and tear his way through it, sometimes he’ll fuck Chen Yi rough and raw, making him come several times in one night, torturing them both with overstimulation and restraint, and sometimes, simply, he’ll make someone bleed. 

This encounter is very quickly turning into the latter as Ai Di clenches his jaw and grinds his teeth.

The way the man in front of them is so blatantly staring at Chen Yi’s hands and mouth as he speaks shows a kind of familiarity that only Ai Di should know. 

It’s obvious, not only in the way the man acts around Chen Yi, but in the way Chen Yi is acting around the man. The way he fidgets in his seat. The way he keeps glancing back and forth between him and Ai Di, and most importantly, in the way he grips Ai Di under the table in warning. 

It all paints the picture incredibly clear. This man has been with Chen Yi, knows him intimately, and craves more. But little does this fucker know, that being with Chen Yi signed his own death certificate. Ai Di already smells the blood, delights in the way it curdles as it oozes from the man’s head. 

It doesn’t take him long to track down the unimportant man as Ai Di slips into his home unseen, like a ghost. He takes pleasure in watching the man beg for his life.

“Please…please don’t hurt me. I didn’t know h-he was taken. He n-never mentioned you...please.” He pleads.

The sentiment only makes Ai Di angrier as he steps down harder on the man’s balls until one of them pops beneath his boot with an ear-piercing scream. 

“That’s okay. He didn’t know he was mine back then either.” Ai Di slaps the man in the face to get him to focus once more, “Chen Yi always had a quick tongue, but the way he takes my cock down his throat without gagging is something he learnt before he was mine.” Ai Di sighs, almost in defeat, “I suppose I should thank you really.”

The man whimpers in pain, “He n-never, we d-didn’t- I just let him fuck me.” 

Ai Di seethes at the implications that there is someone else out there who has had Chen Yi’s mouth on them. Just how many people did Chen Yi fuck when he was rotting away in his prison cell? The thought makes him insane and he does the only thing he knows how, aims his gun at the quivering man’s head and pulls the trigger. 

One down…

***

By the time Ai Di returns home, the blood splattered across his face has dried, his fingers have finally unclenched, and he feels lighter. 

Chen Yi takes one look at him and sighs, “Where’s the body?” 

Ai Di shrugs, but Chen Yi raises his eyebrow and stares until eventually Ai Di rattles off an address that Xiao Jie and the boys immediately head to for cleanup. 

They don’t talk about it.

But he does let Chen Yi fuck him in the shower that evening. And then up against the window just in time for the boys’ return. Ai Di’s smirking face is pressed up against the fogged up glass as Xiao Jie and the boys look on. It’s only when Chen Yi notices that they’re all watching that he manhandles Ai Di away from the window, somehow still inside him, bends him over the edge of the bed and fucks him hard into the mattress.

“You’ve been such a brat today. Do you think you deserve my cock?” Chen Yi asks seriously. 

“It’s mine!” Ai Di hisses, deepening his arched back and forcing himself deeper on Chen Yi’s cock. 

Chen Yi chuckles darkly and pulls out right to the tip, teasing Ai Di’s hole as it clenches around nothing, and the hand resting on his back holds Ai Di in place so he can’t push back. The whine that comes from Ai Di’s throat is raw and unhinged. 

“It is yours, baby, but do you deserve it?” 

Chen Yi teases him further by rubbing the head over Ai Di’s slick rim, flicking it up and down, but not quite entering. The rumbling reply bursts from Ai Di like a bullet, ricocheting around the room in a desperate attempt to find a target, and when it lands, it hits with a devastating crack, “I don’t deserve it, but I need it, Chen Yi. Need you. Only ever needed you…please.”

Chen Yi’s body visibly stutters at Ai Di’s confession, and the thought makes Ai Di want to cry, that Chen Yi will never know the true extent of his yearning, but what Ai Di does know is that Chen Yi has the power to give him everything. 

He also has the power to take it all away. 

So when Chen Yi slips back into him, holds his shaking body, and coos in his ear that he’s a good boy who does deserve it, Ai Di lets himself cry and shudder through the orgasm that shatters him completely, and then he smiles up at Chen Yi as he coaxes him back to life, weaving him back together, piece by piece. 

***

The second boy Ai Di discovers has been intimate with Chen Yi can’t be much older than he is, and it halts him in his place. Ai Di always stupidly assumed that he was the anomaly. Chen Yi just preferred older men? Considering his long-term, ridiculous crush on their old Boss it made sense. And then the most recent discovery… the man Ai Di killed . He was also older, broader, and much more masculine than Ai Di ever would be. 

So to see this fucking twink, who looks eerily like himself but with a body that curves in all the right places, put his hands on Chen Yi’s abs- in broad fucking daylight - like he owns the fucking right, makes Ai Di want to set the world on fire. 

They’re at the gym, working out their latest aggressions, fucking out their emotions isn’t always the healthiest way to work out their mafia-related issues, so they go to the gym and work it out on the treadmill, or the punching bag, or sometimes Ai Di likes to swim. 

But today, Ai Di thinks violence might be his best form of release. 

As much as Chen Yi tries to steer the boy away, the little bitch doesn’t seem to understand that Chen Yi doesn’t want his fucking touch, so Ai Di launches himself across the rowing machine, grabs the boys fingers and snaps them back so hard the satisfying crunch of bone will sing him to sleep for a solid week. 

The boy crumbles like the twig he is, screeching in pain as he begs Ai Di to let go. 

“Maybe next time you’ll think before touching what doesn’t belong to you..hmm?” Ai Di sneers, spitting in the boy's face as he goes to throw a solid punch to his scrawny little nose. 

But before his fist makes contact he’s being hauled back into the very sweaty body of his boyfriend and is being coaxed to calm down with a harsh hand in his hair and a steady palm around his throat. 

“Ai Di, baby, you don’t have to do this. We’re good.” Chen Yi says.

Ai Di laughs maniacally, “Good? You fucked that? Some cheap imitation of me?”

The boy starts giggling, before standing to his much-too-long-to-be-Ai Di’s fucking legs and spits out the blood gathered behind his teeth. 

“He paid me too, for the blowjob lessons and the bleach job. Did he tell you that, kitten?” He continues giggling and rubbing at his hard cock, like the violence is getting him off. Ai Di is disgusted, but weirdly impressed at the twinks lack of self-preservation, “If I knew he was into collaring his boys I’d have begged him to fuck me free of charge, but your man only wanted to learn to suck cock. He didn’t actually get good until I made him gag all over mine. Shame you missed it, two bleached twinks for the price of one.”

Ai Di roars, wrenching himself out of Chen Yi’s grip and smashing his fist into the smug boy's face, the bones in his nose snap and blood gushes out as his head flings back. But Ai Di keeps going, unable to stop now that he’s started. The boy cackles each time a punch lands and it makes Ai Di’s gut twist so he hits the boy harder. He gets a few good punches in before strong arms are hauling him away again and a soft but firm voice whispers ‘enough’ in his ear. 

The pounding in his head subsides and the sweat dripping down his neck turns cold as he opens his eyes to look at the damaged boy's face, completely unrecognisable now. Good. His once bleached blonde hair dyed blood red, too. Another bonus. 

“Got yourself a truly feral one there, Chen,” the boy gurgles out, “can see why you love him.” 

Ai Di makes one last ditch effort to pounce, and lands his final blow with a swift kick upwards, knocking the boy clean out as his blood splatters across the rest of the room. 

Ai Di turns from the mess to see Chen Yi with his hands on his hips. 

“What?” Ai Di bellows, “Not my fault he kept running his fucking mouth.” 

***

The moment they get home, Chen Yi tries to talk about it. 

But Ai Di isn’t in the fucking mood to talk. Kinda wants to choke Chen Yi with his dick, actually. 

“Ai Di, please? Let me explain.” Chen Yi begs.

Ai Di huffs, “What’s there to explain? You wanted my dick and you couldn’t get it, so you paid some whore to play dress up and teach you how to deepthroat so that when I got out of jail you’d be able to take mine like a good boy.” 

Ai Di watches Chen Yi fluster around the truth until finally he settles, nodding his head and admitting, “That’s pretty much the gist of it, yeah.” 

Ai Di smirks, stalking towards him like a panther waiting to pounce, “Good, glad we got that cleared up. Now, you gonna show me how well you can take my dick, or what? Wouldn’t want all those lessons to go to waste…” 

Chen Yi’s legs visibly shake as Ai Di approaches. “You’re not mad?” He asks tentatively. 

Ai Di cackles, “Oh, I’m mad.” he strikes, springing forward and launching himself onto Chen Yi, who fumbles and lands with a thump on their bed. “I’m mad that you thought a cheap bleach job would make that ugly fucking twink look anything like me. God, you’re embarrassing. It’s a good job I love you. Now shut up and open your mouth.” 

Chen Yi takes him like the good boy he is. Swallows every last drop. 

***

The third and final nail in the coffin of Ai D’s jealous heart comes in the form of a lonely gangster’s wife. Ai Di almost feels bad when he sees the way she hangs off Chen Yi as they make their way over. 

It makes sense that Chen Yi would try and fuck the pain of his absence away by sleeping with a woman. Because he now understands that Chen Yi was in pain. Ai Di’s exit from his life was always meant to be swift and cutting. And he made sure their brief reunion was exactly that, brief and one-off.

 Ai Di may have been the one locked up, but he wasn’t alone, he had Bai Zongyi. Chen Yi, however, was alone. For four years. Alone and wallowing in whatever fucked up reality he assumed Ai Di had left him for, and that, combined with the Boss’ consistent but silent rejection must have driven him to madness. 

Not that sleeping with a woman is mad. Ai Di likes women. He just doesn’t like the idea of fucking women. They’re soft and sweet and willing and he’s had a few show interest over the years, but they never interested him sexually. 

It doesn’t exactly surprise him that Chen Yi wanted to try. He understands Chen Yi better than Chen Yi understands himself. The flame he always held for Chen Dong Yang didn’t just steal Chen Yi’s attention from Ai Di, it stole him from every horny teenager who had a working pair of eyes and the desire to fuck pretty boys. It was never just Ai Di looking at Chen Yi growing up, girls and boys alike wanted him. So he gets it, he understands. Ai Di would be curious too. 

But that understanding doesn’t make it any easier to witness firsthand. The woman making herself comfortable rubbing up against his man is gorgeous; long, lithe body sculpted to perfection. Too bad her beauty doesn’t stop the swirling thoughts of murder as her perfect tits purposefully crushed against Chen Yi’s bicep make him want to tear her pretty hair from her pretty head. 

Her laugh, high and tinny, turns his insides to molten lava. When he clocks eyes with Chen Yi, who simply raises his brow, shakes his head and refuses to move away. Ai Di feels the oncoming eruption bubble over and falls headfirst into old habits, hiding his emotions with an act of violence. This one comes in the form of a steak knife being hurled in the direction of a pretty woman’s jugular. 

Sadly, Chen Yi’s reflexes have always been quick. He pushes the woman away and grabs the knife handle first and glares at Ai Di as everyone around them screams. 

“Oops.” 

Ai Di catches Chen Yi’s eyes again and can’t help but laugh out a quick, “what?” followed by an eye roll. 

It’s only when the woman’s husband finally deigns to show his fucking face to grunt out a stiff, “You better keep your whore on his leash, Chen Yi.” that Ai Di turns back into the feral kitten his reputation perceives him to be. 

Ai Di has always been fast, he whips his head and his leg around at the same time, and kicks the man’s chair out from under him, toppling them both as Ai Di strangles the man with his own tie.

 “The fuck did you just call me?” 

The man sputters and chokes, turning blue quicker than anyone can comprehend as his eyes practically pop from his skull. 

The thrill of watching the life drain from terrible men never dulls. But Ai Di’s excitement is short lived as Chen Yi once again ruins all the fun by hauling his ass away. 

But not before hissing at the woman as they pass, “You may have had a taste, but you don’t get to touch what’s mine ever again.”

And finally, yelling at the top of his lungs, Ai Di turns his attention back to the half-dead man on the ground, “and if you ever recover, you might wanna think about treating your wife better so she stops putting her hands and her perfect tits all over mine.” 

Chen Yi bows politely, apologising for the disturbance as he drags Ai Di’s crazy ass from the restaurant.

The moment they’re outside Chen Yi throws him into the back of the awaiting limo and slides in next to him. 

“Drive!” Chen Yi yells sternly. The man in the driver's seat starts the ignition, puts the partition up, and pulls out of the establishment.

Chen Yi turns to him in a rage, “what the fuck was that Ai Di? You can’t just go around throwing knives at a gangster’s wife.” 

Ai Di scoffs in his face, “But it’s okay for you to fuck them?” 

“I didn-”

“ Don’t lie to me, Chen Yi.” 

Chen Yi takes a deep breath in, and lets out a long sigh. It feels like a lifetime passes between them before Chen Yi speaks again. 

“I couldn’t go through with it.” He admits, finally. 

Ai Di stays silent, knowing that Chen Yi will open up when he’s ready. 

He doesn’t have to wait long for him to continue. 

“I missed you, Ai Di- and it broke me.” He shudders at the memory, “Not being able to see you or even hear your voice messed me up. I thought if I fucked her I’d be able to get you out of my head for a bit. I thought it would help. Her being a woman. But the moment she touched me I knew it wasn’t right. So I dosed her and bolted.” 

“So she only thinks you fucked her because she was high?” 

“Ai Di!” 

“What? It makes me feel better about the situation.” 

“Well, it makes me feel like a piece of shit.” 

Ai D removes his seat belt and slides across the leather seats, straddling Chen Yi’s lap, and grabbing his face with two hands. 

“You’re not a piece of shit.” He says seriously, and then because he’s Ai Di and he’s the real piece of shit, he says, “ you didn’t sleep with her. I didn’t kill her, so I’d say that’s a win-win all round.” 

It makes Chen Yi laugh, so he guesses he’s not that much of a piece of shit after all. 

***

They step into the hotel room and fall into one another, as they always seem to do after emotions run high. 

But tonight feels different.

Tonight the emotions aren’t totally drenched in anger and jealousy, they’re sprinkled with longing and understanding. 

Ai Di wishes he wasn’t such an impatient fuck sometimes, because as much as he loves savouring the moment, all he wants to do is pull off of Chen Yi, flip their positions, and ride Chen Yi to completion. But he knows that’s not what Chen Yi needs right now. Chen Yi needs reassurance, closeness, and love. 

Chen Yi takes his time, fucking into him slowly, leisurely, and it feels so fucking good. But it also terrifies the shit out of him. To feel so much for one person, and to have that person feel everything back. It was always a dream Ai Di never expected he’d get, and yet here he is, with Chen Yi between his legs and settled in his heart. 

A stray tear makes its way down Ai Di’s cheek, sliding down his neck, and catches on Chen Yi’s eyelash, who blinks up at the intrusion and chokes back his own tears at the emotions that must be shining like a beacon on Ai Di’s face. He never was very good at hiding. 

“You okay, baby?” Chen Yi asks, settling himself deeper inside Ai Di to force them closer. 

“I’m okay.” Ai Di reassures, “S’just a lot, sometimes. Being with you. I never thought we’d actually get here.” 

Chen Yi sighs and dips his head in Ai Di’s neck, “I’m sorry I was such an idiot for so long.” He kisses his apologies into Ai Di’s skin. 

Ai Di chuckles softly, “I’d apologise for being a possessive asshole, but I’m actually not. Because you’re mine and I won’t give you up for anyone.”

Chen Yi fucks into him with a little more force and it makes Ai Di audibly whine.

“Yeah, baby, I’m all yours. But you’re mine too.”  

Ai Di sees the opportunity for what it is, and lets himself slip into his vulnerabilities, “I’ve always been yours.” 

***

Despite everything they’ve been through recently, Ai Di knows he’s being irrational. 

But Ai Di has never claimed to be a rational thinker. 

He knows the man flirting with Chen Yi is an important leader of a foreign Mafia clan and that Chen Yi is only sweet talking him into one of the biggest deals of their lives. 

But the familiar tang of jealousy burns through him like wildfire, spreading ashes and remains. 

Once upon a time, a person only had to look at Chen Yi in the wrong way and it was game over. Because Ai Di was completely unhinged over the very real thought of people trying to kill Chen Yi that he’s not prepared in the slightest for the way people are now trying to fuck Chen Yi. But like most things in this life, Chen Yi handles it all with a graceful ease.

Ai Di finds it hard to separate the two versions of their life, before and after Chen Yi became Boss. Because the one good thing about Chen Yi’s old feelings for Chen Dong Yang is that Ai Di always knew where his eyes were. But now he feels like he’s going in blind. Chen Yi’s eyes are everywhere, because they have to be, the curse of being on top. 

“His eyes have always been on you, Ai Di. You just never saw it.” Bai Zongi interrupts his spiralling thoughts.

But Ai Di’s gone deaf as well as blind because he refuses to hear, his focus is on Chen Yi’s dimple popping through his cheek creating a black hole so deep Ai Di feels like he’s drowning. The older man Chen Yi sits with now leans in and whispers something in Chen Yi’s ear and the dimple darkens further. 

Only the soft hand on his shoulder stops Ai Di from vibrating out of his skull and launching himself across the bar.

“Calm down, Ai Di.” Zherui says, “It’s just business.” 

Ai Di huffs, clenching and unclenching his jaw and picking at his pinky. He knows it’s just business. He knows Chen Yi has to smile and flirt and manipulate his way into people’s good graces. But does he have to do it so bluntly in front of Ai Di? 

When Chen Yi returns to their table, a little tipsy and loose lipped, Ai Di grabs him by the collar and forces himself into Chen Yi’s lap. He ignores the grunts and embarrassed groans from their friends and laps at Chen Yi’s tongue like a starved man. Not even the obnoxious hollers from Xiao Jie can make him stop his attack on Chen Yi’s lips, especially after he notices the way the man from earlier stares openly at the two of them. It only fuels Ai Di on as he makes a show of grinding down on Chen Yi’s obviously interested cock. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Chen Yi asks, clearly affected as he tightens his already bruising grip on Ai Di’s hips. 

Ai Di chuckles, eyes the man at the bar once more before turning back to Chen Yi and says, “you hopefully.” 

Ai Di gasps as Chen Yi immediately stands, and Ai Di’s legs tighten around him as they head towards the door, but Ai Di has other plans, nodding his head over to a dark corner at the back of the bar. 

He pulls Chen Yi’s hair and licks his way up his neck towards his ear and whispers, “I want you now .” 

Chen Yi makes a noise at the back of his throat and turns, slamming Ai Di into the nearest, partially concealed wall which knocks the wind out of them both, but somehow Ai Di still manages to bare his neck to Chen Yi’s desperate mouth. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this here.” Chen Yi attempts to protest, despite the fact he’s currently nipping hungrily at Ai Di’s collarbone and grinding him into the cold concrete. “What if someone sees?”

Ai Di reaches down between them to unzip Chen Yi, forcing his pants halfway down his thighs as he pulls him out. Wasting no time, he swipes his thumb over Chen Yi’s leaking tip, bites his bottom lip between his teeth, and leans back, hooded eyes scour the room until they land on the very man Ai Di hoped would be watching. He lifts his wet thumb up to his mouth and sucks it clean. “Let them watch,” he says with a grin. 

It takes less than a minute for Chen Yi to rid him of his pants and boxers and then he’s hauling Ai Di back up his body and slamming him back into the wall. Thankfully, Ai Di is still slick and open from their earlier fuck because Chen Yi is lifting him even higher, (Ai Di swoons a little at just how strong Chen Yi is to be able to haul him around with such ease) lining himself up, and driving himself into Ai Di’s greedy little body. 

It feels so fucking good to have Chen Yi filling him up again that he barely registers that most of the patrons in the bar have taken note of them in their secluded corner and that all eyes are watching, but the one man at the bar moves closer still, hoping for a better look. It isn’t until his eyes pop open on a particularly brutal thrust that Ai Di feels the envious burn of want rake over their joined bodies. The eyes of the man Ai Di was hoping to catch pierce their way into Ai Di’s core, before descending down Chen Yi’s muscular back and linger on his exposed ass. 

The hot swell of dark possession washes over him as he wraps himself even further around Chen Yi to try and divert the man’s attention. Ai Di yanks at Chen Yi’s hair and forces their mouths together. 

“Tell me you’re mine.” He rasps into Chen Yi’s mouth. 

Chen Yi whines into the kiss, but obeys immediately, “M’yours, Ai Di.” 

But it’s still not enough.

Ai Di moans obnoxiously loud, forcing anyone who was trying to ignore their coupling to grind to a halt. Ai Di doesn’t care how many people are watching, he only wants the attention of one man, the one who looked at Chen Yi and thought he could have him, the one who is still looking at Chen Yi, with his cock buried deep in Ai Di’s ass, and thinks he has a chance. Ai Di wants him to know that Chen Yi is out of fucking bounds , so he smirks around his next demand, “tell them who you belong to.” He nods towards the men and women whose eyes can't look away.

Chen Yi is normally so well put together in public, the perfect leader, and yet the fact that he’s currently babbling nothing but Ai Di’s name, over and over again, in perfect harmony with the slapping sounds of skin against skin as he greedily fucks himself into Ai Di’s body in front of everyone they know does something visceral to Ai Di’s insides. The open claim sits pretty in his gut and lights him up from the inside out. 

“Come inside me, Boss.” Ai Di croons, holding eye contact with the foreign man, as mere moments after his command, Chen Yi topples over the edge and slumps them both into the rough, body warmed wall behind them. 

Ai Di drops his gaze and gracefully unwraps himself from Chen Yi, sliding on wobbly legs to the ground. He tucks Chen Yi back into his pants and pulls him back in for one more kiss before tugging up his own clothes and turning back to their audience.

“Xiao Jie!” Ai Di yells, and the man in question, whose jaw seems to have made a permanent home on the floor of the bar, jumps back into some sort of formal stance. “Make sure our guests are well looked after tonight. The Boss and I have some unfinished business to attend to.” 

With one final glance at the guest in question, Ai Di grabs Chen Yi by the hand and guides him away from curious, lust-filled eyes. 

And if the way Chen Yi smiles all dimply up at him as they’re driven away makes him flutter and swoon? 

That’s no one’s fucking business but his. 

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader ( service top ), power bottom!dio, pegging, restraints, degradation, masturbation ( him ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day eighteen [ dio brando + pegging ]

you could beg him all you wished.

you could scream and cry your please, masters until your throat was raw, and you choked on the dryness of your own mouth, but he still wouldn’t give you any pleasure. he was determined to make you suffer, and suffer you were doing, exactly.

Dio elicits a soft, throaty chuckle at your pitiful whimper, and he tilts his head to one side, peering down at you. “My, my, is my little possession feeling entitled, today?”

the visage of him hunkered down over you, knees spread wide and balancing on the balls of his feet, was driving you insane. your blurry eyeline trails along the slick, rubber cock that disappears as he descends upon it with a symphony of breathy grunting accompanying the action, and you’re so envious. he takes the fake phallus akin to the way that you usually take his cock, and even from your position, flat on the bed with your arms bound to together at the wrists above your head, you could see the way the pinkish ring clenched around the toy as he fucked it.

“I love that look on your face.” Dio swoons, wrapping one mighty fist around his cock and pumping in merciless, rapid-fire strokes, while his other palm rests on one knee, and he bounces up and down on the toy strapped to your groin. “That envious look. You hate to watch me have all the fun, don’t you?” your master muses, a devious grin etching his lips over sharp, pearly fangs. “What’s the matter? Do you hate me for not letting you feel good, too? Do you want to curse your master for it?”

“N-no, master…” you whine, laying your head to the side, watching him use you, before you added in a soft, pathetic tone, “I just… am begging for you to touch me, too. Or, a-at the very least, let me touch y-you—“ your eyes glue themselves to the way he jerked himself off; you could offer a much softer, warmer grasp. hell, you would even let him spit on your hands until they were dripping, that way your grasp felt more like your drooling cunt.

Dio’s brows screwed into a distasteful scowl as he huffs, and reaches out to plant his free hand on your chest, instead. the power and weight behind the movement is enough to knock the breath from your lungs, and you croak in response, eyelids fluttering. “Do you think me so weak, little fuck slave, that you could bat your eyelashes and pout, and I would give you exactly what you wanted?” he didn’t wait for an answer, sneering, he leans closer, his hips rocking back and forth as he takes to toy to its hilt, and moans in satisfaction. “You want so badly to feel pleasure, too, but your master has no use for your sloppy hole today. I want to get fucked,” his harsh words and the disregard he holds for your own ecstasy adds fuel to the wicked eroticism of this moment— of your master using you for his own gratification. “And, if I have to tie you to the bed and strap a fake cock on you in order to get what I want, I will do so. And you will thank me, once again, for the opportunity to please me; it is a privilege not many are gifted.” his abysmal, razor like fingernails scrape at your chest, dragging along one, hardened nipple, threatening to break your skin, and you shudder. “Because you, my little piece of meat, are little more than furniture to me.”

your eyes roll back at that.

why did your pussy clench when he compared you to furniture?

had Dio Brando truly broken you to the point of getting off for him, even as he demeaned you, and reduced you to nothing of worth?

you gargle a moan, your back arching as if in hopes to drive the dildo deeper into him, but his weight crashes down on you, pinning you in place. “Master!” you cry out, tears in your eyes, as your core weeps for his attention. a flick of his finger, at the very least, underneath the leather harness. “Please! I am going mad!”

“Fuckable furniture.” the rough pad of his thumb scrapes against the slit on his broad, pink tip, before he thrusts himself into his hand, gripping and moaning, swirling his hips to feel every inch of the cock jammed inside of him. Dio throws his head back with a happy grunt. “And furniture doesn’t fucking move. Furniture doesn’t beg for attention when it is owed none. Furniture is silent and subservient, dearest fucktoy.”

[fetishfairytales2]

Happy Birthday Sissy! Pt. 2 (Story)

Heather and Brandon are original characters created by @wittlesissyb4by in his fantastic series “Besties”, which this blog expands on. Please support him through his Tumblr and his SubscribeStar. ——————————————

"Oh God babe, I love seeing you handle Brandi like that! It just gets me so wet," I giggled, sashaying over to the closet. "I just love seeing Brandi being treated like the submissive bitch she is." I gathered Brandi’s party outfit from her wardrobe as Connor pulled down the side of the crib and dragged Brandi to the carpet. "Don't you dare move, you little bitch!" Connor growled, pinning her arms above her head. "And you, lucky girl," I cooed, kneeling back in between the diapered sissy’s legs and tickling her exposed belly, "you've got quite the view, don't you?" With Connor kneeling above Brandi's head, she was helpless to do anything but stare up at massive bulge of the man fucking his girlfriend.

I continued taunting Brandi as I untapped the sides of her humiliating diaper. “Oh, is someone craving Daddy's binky?" I couldn't contain my laughter as I pulled the soiled Pamper out from under her bottom and grabbed a wipe. “Babe?” I smirked at Connor, “the birthday girl is practically begging for it!” I tickled Brandi’s little sissy marbles and laughed as she started moaning behind her pacifier. “See? I think she’s really sorry that she didn't take care of Daddy last night….” As I wiped her clean, I just couldn't resist teasing the head of Brandi's dainty little pink plastic chastity cage with my perfectly manicured fingernails. I could see the desperation in her eyes as I slowly traced in between the bars.

“Shhh,” I giggled, Brandi was moaning like a true sissy slut now, it was obvious I hadn’t touched her clitty in days. "Don’t worry, sweetie, Mommy will have a special treat for you tonight if you behave like a good girl at your party. But for now, maybe Daddy will let you suck on something else..." I smirked at Connor and nodded towards him. "Open wide, sissy, don't be shy," Connor taunted, squeezing Brandi's cheeks before pulling out her pacifier. “Here comes Daddy…”

Connor, still in just his boxers, laughed cruelly and pulled his cock over his waistband, flopping it on Brandi’s face. “Kiss it slut,” he laughed, “nice and gentle for Daddy.” I shook my head, giggling as I watched my former boyfriend be further degraded. "Ugh, you sissy slut! Eyes up here, lips down there, don’t get too distracted!" I playfully scowled as I firmly spanked Brandi and taped her into a clean diaper. "I can't wait to show you your outfit for the party!" I said, rummaging through the pile of clothes next to me.

"First up, to go with your fresh diapee of yours, of course we have plastic panties!” I squealed excitedly, dangling the ridiculous things in the air. I was trying not to laugh, watching as Brandi craned her neck to catch a glimpse. The poor thing could barely see past Daddy’s massive cock resting on her lips and his balls smacking her on the forehead! “Look how adorable these panties are, Brandi! They're white and frilly, with the cutest pink trim. They're absolutely perfect for a pretty princess like you!” 

I couldn’t help but giggle as her eyes went wide and she shook her head violently. “Aww, did you notice all the details? Yes you lucky little girl, those are little pink dicks embroidered on them! How cute is that? They're just begging for a sissy like you to wear them!” I flipped the panties around, making sure Brandi could see the humiliating design. She was trying to beg now; “p…please Mommy, pleas-“ Connor quieted her down by pushing his balls in her mouth. "Do you want to know why these are called 'Worry-Free Panties'?" I taunted with a smirk. Brandi immediately started crying and trying to escape when she saw it. It was so cute listening to her try to scream and gargle on Connor’s nuts. Not only was there a convenient hole in the back for easy access to her bottom, but above it, in bright pink lace, it read “Sissy Pussy”.

“Shh, shh,” I tried in vain to calm Brandi, honestly loving every minute of how much she hated this. “They’re called the ‘Worry Free’ panties because now no one has to worry about fussing with undressing you before they use that sissy behind of yours!” Connor had a firm grip of Brandi’s long hair. “Shut the fuck up and listen to her!” He screamed, working his cock as far down the sissy’s throat as he could, pinning her to the ground and shutting her up once and for all. I could only hear a little “mmph!” as he thrusted in and out of her mouth. “Thank you Daddy,” I winked; “sometimes naughty little sissies need to be put in their place!”

I held the panties up again, though I’m sure Brandi couldn’t really see anything but Connor’s ball sack now. Tears were still rushing down the poor darling’s face. “Now Brandi, you can be a good girl and dress however the fuck I want you to dress, or you can be a naughty girl and Daddy is going to get nice and comfy on your fucking face while you rim his asshole with your tongue, do you understand?!” I squeezed her sissy nuts as hard as I could and heard the fantiest of muffled screams. “If you’re ready to be a good girl for Mommy, moan like a good little sissy porn star around Daddy’s cock!”

“Oh, she’s definitely ready to be a good girl,” Connor smirked, beginning to fuck Brandi’s face faster now. “You better not make me cum you little slut,” he warned with a growl, slapping her across the cheek. “Good!” I smiled happily and slid the panties up Brandi’s legs. "Now for your cute little party skirt!” I taunt as I reach for the outfit beside me. "I know you're too busy right now to be able to see it, but let me describe it to you, just for my little sissy. Connor, could you lift her up for me." My alpha roughly pulled Brandi up by his scrawny body, his cock still down her throat, while I laid out the skirt, unzipped and ready for my sissy to wear.

I pulled Brandi’s arms to her side; “keep them there you fucking loser or I’m going to start getting mean…” Connor warned with a growl. "I couldn't resist a smirk as I began zipping up the dress on the poor cocksucker in front of me. “This is called the ‘Suffering Sissy’ dress! It's quite the name, isn't it? I found your whole outfit today on a special site that sells the cutest sissy clothes! Trust me, it’s named that for good reason. Not only is it scandalously short to flaunt those cute panties of yours, but it also has some...special features."

I couldn't resist snickering as I finished dressing Brandi. "Oh darling, you’ll notice this dress doesn't have sleeves. But no worries, I've got you covered with these adorable built-in cuffs! That way, when I zip you up, you'll be secured and trapped inside. That way you won’t be able to stop Mommy, Daddy, and all our friends from…having fun with you! You’ll truly be a ‘Suffering Sissy’! Can you believe how freaking cute that is?"

"Daddy, could you stand up your pathetic little sissy girl for me, please? I need to doll her up before the party." Connor grunted, pulling his cock out of Brandi's mouth and roughly yanking her to her feet. Brandi was a sight to behold; her cute panties exposed under her skirt, her face covered in slobber and tears, her cheeks puffy and eyes bloodshot after being ruthless throat fucked by my boyfriend . "This way," Connor barked, dragging her over to the adorable pink vanity across and forcing her into the matching chair, gripping her shoulders to keep her still. I popped her pacifier back in her mouth for the time being, tying it around her head with the attached ribbon.

“What do you think girlie?” I asked with a giggle. Brandi's eyes welled up with fresh tears as she took in her outfit. The skirt matched the pattern and details of her humiliating panties, complete with little pink embroidered dicks. “Did you notice the theme? I laughed at her embarrassment. And to top it off, there was a pink ruffled "Sissy Cocksucker" across her chest, making her crumble even more. “There it is,” I patted her on the shoulder and whispered; "That’s all you’ll ever be. Forever and ever. Of course, all of this is a birthday gift from Daddy, so you better remember to thank him later. But first, let's show him just how much you love your final gift before he leaves you with Mommy to finish your makeup!"

I held the tiara up for Brandi to see in the mirror. She cried even harder as I placed it on her head. "As if you didn’t already know" I sneered in her ear, amused at her reaction. It was truly precious to see her crumble at the sight of such a simple little thing. The tiara was fitting for our little birthday girl, adorned with fake diamonds and silver. In the center, the words "Daddy's Girl" sparkled in faux diamonds. I couldn't resist winking and teasing Brandi, reminding her; “Don’t worry sweets, we both love Daddy and I don’t mind sharing." 

“Why don’t you go shower and get ready?” I turned to Connor, “we’re going to have some Mommy-Daughter time while I finish getting her ready for her guests. They’ll be here soon and she doesn’t even know who’s coming yet!”

[titaniasfairy]

been missing price so i thought id write for him :((

18+ MDNI

cw: blowjob, fem!reader w she/her pronouns, dom!price

after a mission, the members of task force 141 are exhausted. the last thing they want to do is paperwork, but unfortunately that’s what they’ve been assigned to.

after tiresomely filling out an endless pile of mission summaries and statements, they search for their little liaison to turn their files in.

but she’s no where to be found.

gaz, simon, and soap search the base from top to bottom looking for her, listening for the click-clack of her heels or her bubbly laugh.

little do they know that she’s in their captain’s office, gagging on his cock. the door is locked to avoid interruptions, hoping everyone will assume he just went home.

but captain john price is holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail, guiding you up and down his length. your spit pools up around the base and dribbles down onto his balls, your nose is filled with price’s musky scent from working all day in the hot sun.

your throat contracts around him, letting out loud gargling sounds that bounce off of the office walls. price’s grip is rough around your hair, pulling hard with each movement up and down on his cock.

“shit, love. suckin’ your cap’n’s cock so good.”

your eyes stare up at him in admiration, gawking at his pleasured state; jaw slack and eyes dark with lust. your lips wrap around him perfectly, giving him the perfect amount of suction and warmth.

“was thinkin’ bout you all day, y’know that? been needin’ this hot mouth around me since i woke up, sweetheart.”

you’ll always be his favorite post-mission treat <3

tags: @meowpupp @soapsgf @glossysoap (please inbox me to be added to my cod taglist!!)