#stream Lower One's Eyes btw

[what-if-inc]

Even if we have to say our goodbyes! Even if we lose sight of our lives! You’ll always have me in your heart, I’ll never part from your side!

[moonlight-prose]

I saw that prompt list you reblogged and so if you’re looking for logan ideas i really liked:

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

Love your fics btw too!!! 💜💜

hunger

a/n: oh my brain went to mush at this one. like actively i've lost brain cells and am currently scrounging to find more. this is basically me being a horny bitch for this man. (possibly cause i'm ovulating). but that's okay. we're all here to do the exact same thing!

summary: things are set into motion the second logan opens your drawer. suddenly you find yourself the center of a show with only one audience member.

word count: 1.7k+

pairing: logan howlett x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, hints at oral (f receiving), cigar smoking, voyeurism, dirty talk, he's so filthy i blushed writing this.

Accidental was far from the word he'd use to describe the current situation. He'd rather say it was intentional. At least that's what it felt like when you sent him to your drawer for a pair of clean boxers you stole from him in the first few weeks of dating. Logan was used to the act. Finding his flannels strewn throughout your closet—his leather jacket draped across the foot of your bed like a fancy throw blanket.

He felt it before he saw it. The soft silicone feel of something small—an uninteresting object he normally would have overlooked. He pushed it out of the way at first, mistaking it entirely for the little portable charger you usually keep by the bed.

Only for it to roll to the side, the button hitting the drawer. A loud buzz drew his attention close within seconds. His hand grasping the small vibrator and flicking it off with a smirk. A look he wore when the choice to fuck you into the mattress solidified in his mind.

"Hey what's taking so long?" You stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel—water droplets streaming off your naked body, forming a small puddle on the hardwood floors of your shared bedroom.

He close his fist around the small device when he stood, holding the clothes you were waiting for. Logan watched you smile, reach for his hand, and stop short as his other palm opened—revealing the black little toy you only kept for emergencies.

For nights when he was called on a mission that might land them in deep waters for days on end. You never minded—it was part of the job after all—but telling Logan that you fucked yourself in your spare time to ease the thoughts of him that plagues you...wasn't an easy conversation to have. Yet there it was. Staring directly at you; taunting you with the knowledge that he found it before you could locate a better hiding spot.

"Got somethin' to tell me bub?"

Your mouth dried at the sight of his grin—nostrils flaring as your scent sharpened in the air. Thicker than before; the tell tale sign that you weren't angry or irritated. But interested in where he might take this.

Before you could snatch it from his hands, he tossed the clothes back into the still open drawer. His smile on deepening at the sight of your swallow—the steady thrum of your heart now a quick flutter under your chest. There was no hiding how you felt with him. Not when he was so in tune with your body it nearly scared you.

He could smell the pool of slick that began to form in between your clenched thighs. The sharp breath you sucked in giving him enough confirmation to keep going. You wanted this—him. And though he could never understand why, he rarely questioned it.

So he nodded towards the bed, dragging the chair you kept at your desk over to sit a foot away from where you were perched. Your hand still clutching the towel and eyes stuck on the vibrator in his hold.

Logan lowered himself with a sigh—legs spread and body relaxed as your eyes trailed down his stomach to the thick expanse of his thighs. Last night you were perched on one, reduced to a whiny moaning mess as he dragged you along the rough denim. Watching you work yourself into a high that left you immobile.

His head tilted, gaze dragging down your body, tongue swiping out to wet his bottom lip. "You aren't gonna need the towel bub," he rasped.

"I don't know what we're doing."

"Don't you trust me?" You nodded quicker than you expected. "Then drop it and spread those pretty legs for your old man."

A soft whimper barely legible above your gasp echoed in the room. Logan heard it as if you pressed it directly to his ear. You scooted back on the bed, the towel now forgotten and dropped to the floor. He shifted at the sight of your feet pushed against the soft comforter, your cunt on full display for him to view.

"There we go," he murmured.

Your hand slipped down, sliding through your slick for barely a second before he was clicking his tongue. "That's not what I want."

"B-but you said-"

"I said spread 'em. Not touch your pretty little clit."

"Logan," you breathed, fighting the pull that demanded you find some sort of relief. Even if that came in the form of your own touch.

He merely lounged in the chair, smiling at how you battled with yourself in order to be good for him. Oh how he loved the sight of your brows pulled together—need eating away at the very core of your body. If he was a better man he'd let you choose what to do.

He'd follow your lead.

But that remained something he never excelled at.

"Don't worry. She'll get the attention she needs." He leaned over you, placing the familiar device between your breasts—a kiss quickly snuck against your nipple that peaked under the wet heat of his mouth. "I'm real interested in how you use this sweetheart. Show me?"

The breath escaped you with a punch to your stomach as he settled back in his previous spot. You glanced at him—heat spilling beneath your cheeks—and felt a wave of slick drip down to the bed at the sight of him pulling a cigar free. He cut the end off, stuck it between his teeth, and flicked the lighter on with practiced ease.

This was a show and he remained the only audience member.

"Go on," he mumbled, smoke unfurling past his lips. "Be a good girl."

With a shaky breath, you gingerly picked up the vibrator and turned it on. This was second nature to you now. Laying in bed with your legs spread as you listened to the buzzing sound that would bring you your desired orgasm. You'd been here before. You would no doubt be here again.

Only this time Logan paid attention to every minuscule movement. He clung to the way you slid your hand down and pressed the end of it to the very top of your clit. Almost as if you were the best fucking program he had the privilege to watch.

Instead of the rush of sweaty embarrassment you almost expected. You were greeted with a boost of pride at the sound of his harsh groan. The chair creaking under his weight as he shuffled to find some relief for his growing cock.

"How's it feel bub?" he breathed, inhaling another drag from his cigar.

You sighed, high pitched and needy. "Good."

"Yeah?" He shifted again when you slid the vibrator through the lips of your cunt, a moan spilling past your parted lips. "Fuck. You normally take your time with it?"

Nodding, you dragged it back up to your clit, teasing yourself with small circles. "F-Feels better like this."

That familiar tug in your gut began to grow the longer you held it against yourself, building quicker than before. You knew it was on account of him watching you. Licking his lips and white knuckling his cigar to keep from sliding his tongue through your slick. You had half a mind to beg him. To see if you could get him to break.

The minute you slipped it down further and plunged it into your tight walls was enough for him. He snapped with a feral grunt. His hands working the belt buckle of his jeans—a whisper of his zipper being tugged down—before his cock sprang free. The tip red and shiny with precum.

You moaned at the sight, legs trembling as you pumped the vibrator clumsily into your cunt. "Touch yourself," you gasped, stomach going taut. "Please. Need to see you baby."

"Fuck sweetheart. Gonna make me cum like a fuckin' teenager." He spit loudly into his palm, slicking up his cock with a heady moan.

"P-Pretty," you slurred.

"Look whose talkin'," he huffed. The cigar now clamped between his teeth.

The intensity of his gaze only grew when you replaced the device with two of your fingers. Rapidly working them in tandem with the buzzing on your swollen clit. Sparks shot down your spine, heat clamping tight around your stomach. What time you thought remained now worked its way to an eviscerating crescendo.

"Your creamin' around your fingers bub," he grunted, the wet slap of his hand blending with the echo of your cunt. "Want to lick you clean after this."

Your walls fluttered, heart leaping to your throat. "Can I suck your cock?"

A ragged moan filled the empty spaces that lay between. "Can't say no to you."

"Logan," you mewled. "'M gonna-"

He snarled, abruptly sitting forward, hand still working his cock in rapid strokes. "C'mon. Cum for me. Give me a show."

The string holding you together broke in two, flooding your body with bliss and turning your vision blurry. His name was a broken cry torn from your throat—hips canting up into your touch as you pushed the vibrator harder against your clit. Until the pleasure began to seep into pain. A whimper echoed in the room when you pulled away, legs falling to dangle off the bed—body now entirely spent.

The soft press of his lips against your knee jolted you slightly; the nerves under your skin still sensitive. He dropped to the floor, eyes latched onto the way your entrance fluttered, cum now forming a mess between your thighs.

"Made such a pretty mess for me bub."

You sighed, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. "You like it?"

Wet open mouth kisses trailed along your inner thigh, his nose pressed to the curls above your center. "I fuckin' love it," he sighed, inhaling your heady scent with a groan.

"It's yours."

You gasped when his tongue slid along your cunt, thumbs spreading you to reach every fucking inch. "Yes it is." He pressed a kiss to each lip, sucking them into his mouth as if he was kissing you. "All fuckin' mine."

[pedroscurls]

in every lifetime (pt. 4)

summary: logan goes to your apartment late in the night to make things right. finally. pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader tags / warnings: angst - post deadpool & wolverine ("worst" logan!variant), no use of y/n. word count: 1.2k a/n: so i certainly wasn't going to go this route for this chapter (it was originally gonna consist of a lot of yelling and all of that, but there is a softness to logan and add this song... i just couldn't write it the way i originally wanted). but anyway! thank you to everyone who's read this story - it holds a special place in my heart. i think we have one more chapter left before i consider this complete! our bb logan deserves a happy ending and i don't think i can torture him anymore lol. stay tuned though bc i'm gonna continue writing more for this character (i'm so obsessed). song lyrics will be in italics btw song: you are the reason by calum scott prev. part - next part.

Of course it’s raining. 

Logan shouldn’t have taken his motorcycle, but he wanted to get to you as fast as he could. There aren’t that many cars this late at night, but he still does have to swerve between traffic to get to your apartment. He’s drenched by the time he approaches your street, parking his motorcycle on the first spot he sees along the curb. He strokes his wet hair away from his face as he feels the heaviness weigh on his chest – he doesn’t know if you’d even hear him out, but he has to try. 

It isn’t until he gets near your apartment that he realizes maybe coming to your apartment this late in the night wasn’t a good idea. But he stops in his tracks when he sees you step out, immediately getting drenched in your oversized crewneck and plaid pajama pants. Despite the heavy rain, Logan knows you’ve been crying. Can see the way you cross your arms over your chest as you bite down on your lower lip. He can hear your heart beating, can hear how you’re stifling your sobs, can hear you whisper over and over: I’m so tired. I’m so tired. I’m so tired.

He isn’t sure why you’ve come outside, why you’re standing in the pouring rain, but he knows that he wants to pull you into his arms. Logan slowly begins to walk towards you, careful not to startle you. As he gets closer and closer to you, Logan feels the sudden urge to reach out to you, to wipe your tears away, to tell you that he’s here. 

And that he isn’t going anywhere. 

You don’t hear him and you’re so close to just yelling, screaming at the top of your lungs and asking the universe why? Why did it take your Logan away only to bring some version of him back? A version that wanted nothing to do with you? 

Your hands curl into fists, tears streaming down your face, hair and clothes completely soaked. You’re about to turn back around to go inside because you feel that if you stay out here another minute longer, you’re surely going to lose it. And you can’t. Laura still needs you. 

And you still need to be strong for her. 

Just as you’re about to reach for the handle of your front door, you hear his voice. It’s quiet, but it’s loud enough that you can hear it past the rain. You feel like your heart is beating out of your chest when your eyes meet his. 

Time suddenly seems to stand still as you stare into each other’s eyes. You’re standing on your front steps with Logan on the sidewalk, gazing up at you. You can see the look on his face, the complete vulnerability that he’s displaying as he stares up at you.

All of his guarded walls are down. For you. Only ever for you. 

There goes my heart beating 'Cause you are the reason I'm losing my sleep Please come back now

Slowly, he takes a step closer to you and you do the same. Neither of you say anything, the sound of the rain encompassing the both of you. You feel so overwhelmed with emotion and just like earlier that night, you yearn to reach out for him, to just be pulled into his arms. 

Logan can feel his own tears pool at the corners of his eyes as he keeps his gaze on you. He deserves this. He deserves you. He deserves a second chance to make things right. To be happy. To be loved. By you.

And there goes my mind racing  And you are the reason  That I'm still breathing  I'm hopeless now

As you take a step closer to him, so does Logan. Now standing in front of each other, mere inches separating your bodies, Logan reaches up to cup your cheek. You let out a shaky breath and shut your eyes momentarily, leaning into his touch as you bring a hand up to wrap around his wrist. Logan inhales sharply, your touch electrifying him once more. 

When your eyes flutter open, Logan steps closer, head dipping lower… 

I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you And fix what I've broken

“In every lifetime and in every universe,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your lips. “I’m yours.” 

Your hand tightens around his wrist as your other hand comes up to rest on his chest. Tears pool around your eyes as the rain continues to come down. “Logan…”

“And with every fiber of my being, I will always love you.” Logan clears his throat, resting his forehead gently against yours as he brushes his nose with yours. 

Your hand on his chest clutches the fabric of his shirt, pulling him flush against you. Logan’s hand drops from your cheek to rest on your hip, lips pressing lightly on your cheek. 

And if I could turn back the clock I'd make sure the light defeated the dark I'd spend every hour, of every day Keeping you safe

It isn’t until your hands move to wrap around his shoulders that Logan snakes his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him. He holds you tightly to his chest, burying his face against the side of your neck. 

This… This is where he belongs. With you. 

He lets out a sigh of relief and tightens his hold on you when he feels your body begin to tremble with quiet sobs. This is as much of a relief for you as it is for him. This is your second chance and while your Logan will forever hold a special place in your heart, you feel lucky enough to be able to get another chance with a version of him. 

The rain continues to pour down on the both of you, not bothersome in the slightest. Slowly, he pulls back enough to look down at you. His eyes move lower until he gazes at your lips and then back up at your eyes. Logan brings a hand up to rest on your cheek, gently brushing the pad of his thumb against you.

I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you

“I’d love you in every lifetime,” you repeat from the first night you saw him. “And that includes this one.”

“I’m here,” Logan whispers. “I’m with you, bub.”

You nod slowly, bringing your hands to gently push his wet hair away from his face. Logan’s lips turn upwards as his lips brush against yours lightly and it takes everything in him not to just kiss you because he knows that you both have a long way to go. 

But he wants you to know that he’s no longer going to run. 

He’s going to be here, right by your side. 

Just like how it should be in this universe, in his universe, and in every universe out there. 

This was right where he belonged. 

'Cause I need you to see That you are the reason

“Logan?” you whisper, eyes gazing down at his lips.

“Yeah, darlin’?” 

“Kiss me,” you say quietly. “Please…”

Logan smiles, his hand splaying on the side of your neck as his thumb brushes against your jawline. Slowly, he shuts his eyes and leans in to press his lips against yours. 

Finally.

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[the-guppy-fish]

Warm snake

Here's part 2😙✌️ (part one is here)

It's a little long but i hope you enjoy.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Tags: Awkwardness, but also not?, Ghost not having a single amount of shame in him, fluff, build-up to smut, tension, desperation, reader has hair long enough to cover her neck, fingering, grinding, check in's, praise, all the good stuff. Jumping a bit in POV, i hope its not too confusing. Also Ghost likes his mask a lot. Switching? Desperate Ghost, handjob. This is gonna be a little long. Whoops. It's a tall bunkbed btw.

Warnings: Sexual content, fingering, handjob, petnames, praise. (plz tell me if i missed any)

MDNI 18+

Word count: 6,4k

Bright light shone over your face. The faint heat of the morning rays dancing on your skin. It was still early, but the warm light slowly woke you up. Wrapped in Ghosts arms, under the thick wool, you were absolutely toasty. The cold air from outside nipped at the tip of your nose, but heat streamed out from underneath the blanket, creating the perfect balance in temperature.

It had been a long, long time since you had felt this comfortable and cosy. Based on his calm breathing, you thought Ghost was still in deep sleep, while you basked in the feeling of his arms around you. In your sleep, you had turned your back towards him, his large, muscular chest warming you back. He had his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close to him.

It's not like you had dreamt of this ever happening at all. But the thought of being wrapped in Ghosts arms had slid across your mind before. You knew he was attractive, you do have eyes; although you had never seen his face. And yes, you may have fantasized about him once or twice, what he was able to do to you with his strong body. But you always kept it at that; fantasies. Because you were co-workers. And you were professional. And he most definitely, did not have the same thoughts about you.

Ghost was terrifying in his very own way. If you had ever met him out in public, you would have never expected him to lay eyes on you. Let alone acknowledge you, like he had done in the past few weeks.

You probably would never have talked to him anyway, to deep in awe of his god-like body. Afraid to make a fool of yourself, by stumbling over your words with cheeks redder than the blood coursing through your arteries.

But here you were, cheeks not as red at you had feared. Truly comfortable in his embrace.

Your closed eyes sensed the sunrays shining over your face, warning you not to open your lids, as the bright light became brighter and brighter.

You felt Ghosts hot breath in your hair, his face buried into the back of your head. You felt his steady breathing as his chest expanded and deflated on your back. You felt his strong meaty arms around you, one under your head, wrapping across your chest to hold your shoulder; the other around your middle, keeping you flush against him. You felt his fingers twitch every now and then, muscles spasming in his sleep. And you felt his thighs against the backside of yours. He had truly melted into you, perfectly sculpted to your form.

All you could think, was that this was nice, very nice.

You did not dare to think of what would happen when he woke. What would happen when his heat and strong body retracted from yours, as you would have to get on with the day. Would you ever end in a situation, where you could be this close to him again?

You willed the thoughts away and instead focused on the feeling of him against you. You tried to enjoy how ever much time was left, before he would stir awake and you would brake apart.

As you focused on the feeling of Ghosts warm body pressed against you, you felt him slowly growing, pressing into the lower part of your back.

Completely stunned, you questioned if what you felt, was actually what you felt. And it was.

After a few seconds, where you willed every sensory nerve in you skin to pick up any external movement in you lower back. You confirmed, that Ghost had indeed grown hard as a rock. And he was very much stabbing into the muscles of your back.

Once the realisation hit you, your body froze. Every muscle, that was relaxed and calm before, went rigid and tense. Ghost stirred gently behind you. Still asleep, he slowly ground his hips against yours and his arm around your shoulder held you tighter.

Its not like you hadn't felt a cock against you before, but this was different. This was Ghosts cock grinding against you. And you had no idea, how to handle the situation.

Should you wake him up? Feign ignorance and get out of bed? Should you take the opportunity and grind your own hips into his very hard cock? Indulge in the fantasies that has swirled around in your head?

The soft, platonic bubble that had grown around you both during the night, had burst. This was no longer just friendly. Or was it?

Your mind had a will of its own, and the endless possibilities of what you could do kept swirling around in your head. What brought you back into reality, made you swiftly decide, what to do next.

Ghosts breathing became harder, more forced and laced with soundless groans. His grip on your skin became harder, fingers digging into your soft skin.

You put all thoughts of professionalism away, tucked them into a small box inside your mind, and cautiously arched your back, pressing your arse onto his hips. Just to see what would happen.

A low groan sounded from the back of Ghosts throat, the vibrations made their way into the bones of your neck. His arms wound tighter around you, fingers settling into your soft skin. You held back a shiver and a frightening thought crept into your skull, deflating the confidence you had just gained.

What if he didn't mean to do this? What if it had been an accident?

You stilled you movements, frightened that this might be a mistake. The box of professionalism had opened again. Because what if Ghost only became hard, because you were just a warm body pressed against his? You were friends with Ghost, but nothing more than that. At least he had never hinted at wanting more, and you had not entertained the idea, because….professionalism. Not to mention the few fantasies you had had.. You were co-workers, had the same rank, led each your teams parallel to one another, and worked together perfectly. You did not want to fill the comfortable air between you with awkwardness, just because he grew a boner…and you had acted on it.

You were stuck in your head, and your body only grew more and more stiff, afraid of doing anything. You simply couldn't make up your mind. You wanted him, but it was wrong, in a way.

So you waited for him to show you where this would go. How comfortable he was with this, and with you.

What you didn't know was, that Ghost was now very much awake, and very much aware of the situation at hand.

Although he, had no idea, that you were awake as well.

Ghost enjoyed the warmth and comfort of your body, just as much as you did his, and maybe just a bit more than that. His morning wood was spurred on by your soft body against his and a sweet, sweet dream involving you under him.

He was woken up as the dream ended abruptly, your beautiful, pleasure-contorted face vaporised before his eyes, as he felt you press your hips into his. It was a small movement, but he noticed. He smiled into your hair and his breathing became harder. Lust and happiness coursed through his arteries at the thought of you wanting him, even though you were still fast asleep.

His cock twitched uncomfortably. It had grown at an awkward angle, restricted by his tight pants and the soft muscle of your arse. He did not want to adjust it, afraid of waking you up with the movement. Your soft body went rigid against his.

Slightly worried, Ghost could only think you were either cold or having one of those nightmares that wake you up early in the morning. Like he did some mornings, drenched in sweat, heartbeat racing at the non-existing threat.

Either way, he held you closer. His squeeze made your breath hitch, which did not go unnoticed by Ghost. Weird, was all he thought. Slowly he began to question if you were still asleep, and there was in his mind only one way to find out in this moment.

Ghosts hips rolled carefully into yours again, while his arms held you close to his chest. You could feel the outline of his large cock on your back, and just the thought of how large he was made you shiver and sigh deeply. His sharp inhale revealed to you that he was no longer asleep. That thought made a dangerous tingle erupt from you core and spread throughout your body. Maybe this was not an accident, like you had feared.

He felt you shiver, the tenseness slowly left your body and he felt you lean into him. Now he knew that you were awake. His confidence from last night fuelled him as he lowly whispered into the cold room:" Viper?"

Your body tensed a little again and he heard your meek voice from beneath the blanket, "Ghost?".

A content smirk settled on his lips as he continued whispering: "are you still cold?"

He felt you breathe out a huff and shake you head lightly. "No, not anymore, thank you."

"Alright." A beat of silence fell between you, and his cock twitched involuntarily. His confidence and testosterone filled blood made him sound cocky. "Did you sleep well?"

You couldn't contain your smile at the cockiness laced in his voice, and you decided to poke the bear.

"I did.. Until you began poking me." You felt his chest deflate and fill with a shaky breath, " 's not really something I can control." You only hummed in response. His voice sounded again, this time more steady, but still a just above a whisper.

"'m sorry it disturbed you. I have to admit though, I quite like poking you like this" Your eyes grew wide at his blunt comment, which was followed by a twitch of his cock. No thoughts formed in your head, all confidence seeped out of you, and no answer left your throat. The only words in your head were, that he did want you, and this was not an accident.

"Do you like me poking you like this?" His nose buried itself deeper into your hair, and you could feel him nuzzle your neck. He was making sure you liked this just as much as he did. Checking in with you before stepping further into this sweet desire growing between you.

All you could do was nod, no words formed in your throat.

"Need to hear you, Viper." His voice sounded gravelly, and his strong fingers dug deeper into the plush of your shoulder and waist.

"I like it, yeah" Your words came out breathy, as you felt wetness seep into the cotton fabric covering your core.

Ghost hummed behind you, and his hips ground into yours with a little more force. His fingers left your waist and trailed down to snake around the bone of your hip. He pulled you impossibly closer and you felt his breath tickle your ear.

"Viper, I want you." A shaky breath left you lips, as you tried to form a response. Ghost continued before you could string the words together.

"I've wanted you since I first talked to you. Didn't wanna seem like a creep, but you drive me insane." His words made your thighs clench together. Your breath quickened and a soft whisper left you lips.

"You're not a creep." You rambled on, "never thought you were. If anything, I thought you only saw me as a colleague. Someone you tolerated."

You felt Ghosts fabric clad lips on your neck, his fingers skimming over your clothes, massaging the soft flesh of your hips. His fingers pulled the fabric of your shirt and pants away, leaving a sliver of your warm skin bare for his fingers to touch. The connection of skin against skin made his cock throb once again. It speared harder and harder into your back.

A low groan escaped his lips, and you sensed the smile tugging at his lips.

"Tolerated? Viper, you should see how sour my mood is, when you're not around." A smile grew on your lips, as he continued.

"By now, I think, Soap has caught on my crush on you. He keeps snickering, whenever he sees you around me."

You couldn't keep yourself from smiling broadly now, and your hands latched on to his arm, crossing over your shoulders. You squeezed the taught muscles, pushed your hips back, and whispered out into the room, "you've got a crush on me?"

Ghost settled his statement with another jerk of his hips, "..The biggest"

Meanwhile the fingers on your skin had crawled closer and closer to your core, the fabric around your hips becoming tighter and tighter at the intrusion. You heard Ghosts deep breaths in your ear. His fingers were centimetres from where you wanted him most. Your eyes closed in satisfaction. The feeling of his rough hands on your soft skin making your insides tingle and your mind fuzzy. But his movement halted. He was so, so close.

"Can I touch you?" His gravelly voice made its way through the fuzz, and you nodded frantically.

"Words Viper." You let out a deep breath, followed by a needy "please."

His fingers pressed into your skin, but not moving any closer to where you needed him.

"Please what?" Now you moaned a low, dragged out ' fuck', in frustration, you hips rotating, searching for any form of friction, but Ghost held you tight, restricting you from receiving any.

"I need you to answer. If you don't want this, I'll stop. But I need you to say it out loud." You felt the bond of trust between you growing. You felt his care. His need to know, what you wanted, so he wouldn't overstep any boundaries. You melted further into him, relaxed in his arms as your veins filled with a comfortable, lustful, warmth.

"Please touch me. I want you. Please." The words spilled from your mouth, a breathy whisper, full of need. Your eyes still shut, your senses working on overdrive. His warm body was all over you, burning with need, branding you with every squeeze, throb and touch. His musky, manly scent filled your nostrils, settled in your lungs, filled you up. His ragged breath in your ears, breathy moans and groans lulling you into a sweet, sweet place of desire and lust for him.

He was everywhere, so your eyes stayed shut.

His fingers slid into your underwear and in between your thighs, dipping into the wetness pooling there. A moan escaped your lips at the feeling of his strong fingers sliding through your wetness. Back and forth, back and forth.

"Christ, you're so wet. Is that all for me?" His voice sounded, now much deeper, next to your ear, sending another shiver through your body. You managed to let out a quiet hum of agreement, before he slipped a thick finger into you. Your breath caught in your throat as he began thrusting in and out of your soaked core. Moving on their own, your hips searched for more friction.

He slid another finger in, filling you up, hitting that sweet, spongy spot inside of you; but you needed more. Needed more friction, your clit aching for attention.

Ghost knew by the waves of your hips, that you needed more, but he wanted you to unravel in his hands. Wanted you to feel the saccharine and hot pleasure once he finally touched your clit properly. He kept fingering you at an agonizingly slow pace, dragging his fingers in and out while massaging your walls from the inside.

His breath grew faster, laced with moans and groans at the feeling of your juices coating his hand. You joined him with your own moans, your grip tightening on his arm, nails burrowing into his rough and scarred skin.

"Fuck, Viper. You're dripping all over me." Ghost withdrew his fingers from your heat, moving his hand to cup your mound instead. You whined at the loss, turning your head to find his eyes with your own, desperate for more.

"I know, I know. Take off your pants for me. Give me more room to work in." Quickly, your hands unbuttoned and zipped them down, pushing the fabric down your thighs. Your body curled into a ball, as you pulled your pants and underwear down and off your ankles, flinging them off to land on the floor.

Meanwhile Ghost had pulled himself away and up and into a crouched, seated position against the wall at the head of the bed. His tall frame nearly bumping his head into the bunk above you. You sat up, pulling the blanket over your naked skin, looking flustered at his dark eyes.

"Come 'ere, sit between my legs." Swiftly you turned your back to him, and scooted to sit in between his strong thighs, keeping the blanket over you as to keep warm in the cool air.

Ghosts arms wrapped around you once again, one around your waist, holding you close to his chest; the other cupped your sex. You melted into his touch, your back against his chest. His hard cock against your back, again.

His fingers returned to your weeping cunt, easily sliding in and out in a lazy rhythm. The hand around your waist loosened to gently pull your hair to rest on the right side of your neck, baring the skin so his masked lips could return to your soft skin.

You felt his nose nuzzle into the backside of your ear, as he whispered lowly, "This is much better. Now, I want you to sit still for me. Can you do that?"

Your quick nod was followed by his free hand settling on your thigh, spreading your legs wider apart.

"Good girl, Viper. I'm just gonna touch you right…here." His last word was accompanied by his fingers leaving your thigh to press down on your clit. Your own fingers dug into Ghosts muscular thighs, hands finding solace on the soft skin.

A breathy moan quickly spilled from your lips, followed by another, and another. You couldn't hold back, as both his hands worked so delicately in unison. The slow, lazy strokes of his thick fingers, combined with the wet swirls around your clit, made you slowly fall apart in his grasp.

Even though he had told you to sit still, you couldn't stop your hips from moving. Whether is was away from his touch in overstimulation, or towards it, begging for more, your couldn't decide.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. You were caught in the pleasure. Your moans filled the small, cool room, as Ghosts groans filled your ears.

It seemed like he didn't mind you moving all too much, your hips motions giving him the continuous friction he had been denying himself all morning.

His voice sounded much more strained now. "Bloody hell, does that feel good to you?"

Your own voice dripped with lust, "Yes. Fuck yes Ghost. Can you go a little faster though?" He only chuckled at that. "Where do you want me to go faster?" You managed to answer him with a moany "my clit."

You were amazed at his skilled hands. The coordination of his fast circles around your clit and the still slow and languid thrusting of his fingers inside you was immaculate. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

The familiar pressure began to build inside your abdomen. Your muscles spasming around Ghosts fingers, while you leaned your head back on his shoulder. Your eyes found his, and his concentrated gaze softened. Crinkles appeared around his eyes, hinting at the smile forming under his mask.

"You're so beautiful, Viper. So strong and clever. God, you're everything I could ever dream of."

You moaned his callsign, and your hand came up to cup his cheek. Your eyes fluttered down to where his lips hid behind the mask, and back up to his dark eyes.

"I wanna kiss you. Can I kiss you?" Your pleading voice filled the air between you. His hands halted for a second, before they resumed the beautiful rhythm keeping you close to your peak.

You sensed the hesitation in him, before he could answer you. You knew he hid his face for a reason. What that was however, no one knew. You had heard Soap joke about it before, asking if he was ugly or something. But in your field of work, you could understand if he wanted to hide away behind a mask. Keep his civil persona far away from the gruesome things you witnessed on a daily basis. Some days you wanted to hide away as well. You sort of did, only you hid behind your callsign.

"It's alright, if you don't want to. The mask and all. It's alright Ghost." Your fingers moved from his cheek to wrap around his fabric covered neck, gently squeezing the taught muscles holding up his head.

He nodded at your words and looked longingly into your eyes. "I wanna kiss you too..just..not yet. 'm not ready to take it off."

You understood and nodded back at him, both your hands squeezing his skin to let him know it was alright. The soft moment between you passed as he opened his mouth again.

"Fuck, you're stunnin'. Looking at me like tha'. Your sweet cunt full of my fingers. Dripping all over me." Your eyes rolled back into your skull, and you felt his covered lips press into your temple. He kissed you trough the mask, his lips curling up into a smile, before he pulled away to look at you again.

"You like it, when i talk to you tha' way? Don't you my sweet girl?"

Your head laid on his shoulder, your breath fast and hips still moving unsteadily toward and away from his hands in a stuttering motion. Your fingers tensed as you moaned "I do."

The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter, as Ghosts fingers worked their steady paces on your drenched sex; the soft fabric and pressing lips returned to your cheek and settled down at the pulse point on your neck, just below your ear.

The combination of it all brought you to your peak. Blinding white light danced on the inside of your eyelids as they clamped shut. Your walls fluttered around his fingers and your clit throbbed furiously under the pads of his fingers. Legs tensing and fingernails burrowing in his skin, leaving angry, red, moon crescent shapes on his skin. Ghost filled your ears with his deep voice, talking you through the blinding feeling his fingers gave you.

"That's it. Come on my fingers."

"Oh, you're such a good girl."

"That's it my girl, squeezing me so good."

"You're taking my fingers so well."

"Fuck, you're squeezing me tight."

He slowed his pace gradually, helping you come down from your high. His rough and strained voice, turned into a soft, soothing whisper of encouragements.

"You did so well."

"Oh, look at the mess you made."

"Fucking delicious."

"All these juices, just for me."

He only removed his hands from your core once you had stopped trembling, the flow of your orgasm ebbing out. It left you blissed out and limp leaning against his broad chest.

Ghost slid his hands away from your soaked cunt and held them up before both of your faces, showing you, just how much of a mess you made.

Your cheeks flushed, and you brought your shaking hands up to cover your face in embarrassment. Not that it was really embarrassing, it was just very explicit. Again, not what you were used to.

Ghost tsk'ed behind you and nudged your head with his shoulder.

"Nah. Look at my hands. Look at the beautiful mess you made. Soakin' my fingers, make 'em look like little raisins."

You peeked out between your fingers, not able to contain a giggle at his 'raisin-fingers' glistening in the warm rays of the morning sun. You shook your head at his comment, loving the weird way his brain was wired together.

You took in the sight. It was hot, to see just how wet he had made you. Your previous embarrassment dissipating with every breath that left your lungs.

Ghost watched you, watching his hands. His heart swelled at your curious gaze, eyes studying your features.

Your head moved to face his. His soft eyes were already on you, and the blush grew hot on your cheeks. Ghost leaned his face down to yours, bumping his forehead against yours. His hands settled in your lap, holding up the sticky parts, as to not smear it onto you.

You felt the warmth of his breath fan over your chest, his face so, so close to yours; and yet still so far away, hidden behind the mask. He nudged your nose with his own, slightly crooked one, and leaned in. He pressed his lips, and the soft fabric covering them into yours, giving you a gentle kiss.

As he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, his raspy voice made your breath hitch and a wicked smile grow on your lips.

"D'you wanna lick my hands clean for me?" You held his gaze and opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue to welcome his fingers.

'fuck', the word slipped from his lips in a whisper. The sight of your lips wrapped around his fingers made him think vulgar things about what else your lips could wrap around.

You could taste yourself on his fingers, and it turned you on. They gently slid in and out of your mouth, until you had sucked off all the wetness, leaving his fingers damp and moist with your saliva.

Once clean, he settled his hands on your hips, fingers holding you close, pulling you into his hardness absentmindedly.

Your own hands returned to his thighs, massaging the taught muscles while you kept staring at the small portion of his face visible to you.

You felt him throb against you, his cock painfully hard and pulsing against your back.

To aid his need, you began grinding your hips into his. The wave-like motion of your hips pulling groans from his throat.

"Can I touch you?" The roles had been reversed, as you whispered your question. Ghosts eyes closed for a moment before he nodded quickly, the agonising throb of his cock restricting words from leaving his mouth.

In the afterglow of your orgasm you filled with confidence. The sight of Ghost so desperate for your touch determined you to get him to come as well. Make him feel just as good, as he had made you feel.

Your eyes grew dark, and the wicked smile returned to your lips. Your mind full of visions of what you could do to him now.

Slowly you sat up, removing your body from his to turn around to face him. You though you heard him whimper at the loss, but the sound was to quiet, it could as well have been the bed squeaking.

You settled in his lap, straddling him and pulling the blanket around your hips. His hands found their way back to your hips, trying to pull you closer, but you strained against them, leaving sufficient space between your bodies.

You snaked your fingers around his neck, holding his face to focus on your flushed one.

"Words, Ghost." He drew in a deep breath, eyes trained on yours and you felt his jaw clench. The mischief in your eyes made them glint in the morning light, and Ghost had never seen anything more beautiful. His breath stuttered at your request. The way you had reversed the roles woke something deep and desperate in him.

"Touch me." His eyes stayed on yours and his fingers dug into the soft flesh around your hips. At his response your hands slid from his neck, over his broad chest, thumbs pressing into his covered nipples on their way down. Ghosts breath shuttered at the stimulation, eyelids fluttering, abs tensing, while his hips jerked forward.

"Fuck Viper, please." His desperate plea was whispered into the hot air between you.

You lifted your gaze from your hands to his eyes. His lids were half closed, heavy with desire. You stared into his eyes while your hand moved lower, skimming your nails over his abs, to snake you fingers into the waistband of his pants.

His breath hitched as you opened the button and zipped down his pants. You tugged at the fabric, tapping his hips.

"Pull these down for me." He obeyed in an instant, his hips lifted slightly, with you still on top of him; and he shimmied them and his boxers down and over the curve of his ass. His cock sprung free and slapped up against the fabric of his shirt. Your eyes drifted down to it for a moment.

The tip was an angry shade of red and beads of clear pre-cum dribbled out of his slit. He was so large, thick and long, with a slight curve to it.

He was perfect.

You pulled your eyes from his cock and rose to your knees, crouched under the bunkbed and helped him push the fabric down and over his knees.

You settled back onto his thighs, your hands returning to his hips and sliding down to wrap around the muscles connecting his legs to his hips. Your grip was tense on the very upper part of his thighs.

Your hand were so close to where he needed you, and the touch sent a groan through his throat.

His eyebrows drew together in a pleading way, his voice rough "Plea..ah"

Before he could finish, you wrapped you hands around his cock. The muscle so large you needed both your hands to cover the whole length. Slowly your hands slid up and down his length, the movement made his brows relax, lids close and head fall back against the wall.

The rock hard, velvety muscle in your hands twitched vigorously. He was already close. No wonder. You thought. He had been hard for a long time now, only feeling the teasing movements of your hips.

His breaths came faster, almost panting at your slow movements. You mimicked his slow pace from earlier, slowly driving him towards insanity with your sliding motions. The pre-cum had begun to trail down the length of his cock, it wouldn't be long before it soaked your hands, making your movements more slick and fluid.

An idea appeared in your head, and your removed one of your hands from his cock, to cup his cheek instead. The other kept sliding up and down, up and down. The sudden touch to his face brought him back, eyes finding yours to look at you with a dazed expression.

"Can I kiss your neck?" Ghost hesitated for a moment, but then nodded feverishly. "Please, fuck yes."

He leaned his head back and let your fingers pull out the balaclava from under his shirt. Carefully you lifted it to expose the skin of his neck. Ghost released his grip on your hips to help you settle the fabric around his jawline, then his hands returned to grip your hips forcefully.

Not wasting another second, you latched your lips onto the soft skin. You sucked and nipped at his neck, leaving a trail of love bites behind.

Your hands switched to massage his balls and rub at his tip in a twisty motion. He was putty in your hands, slowly melting into the poor mattress underneath you. His grip around you faltered and his breaths turned into moans.

As you sucked hickeys into his skin, you whispered lowly, "Does this feel good?" He hummed in agreement, not able to find the words to describe the ecstasy he was feeling at your touch.

You remembered the praises he had showered you with before you came, and though maybe he likes that too? Who doesn't like being praised a little?

After sucking a particularly large bruise into his neck, you leaned up to ghost your lips close to his covered ear and whispered similar phrases at him. The sound of your voice filled him with a deep warmth.

"You look incredible like this."

"So large and strong, now you're melting at my touch."

"Oh, you're leaking everywhere."

"You're doing so well for me."

"Can't wait to see you come all over my hands Ghost."

The last sentence almost broke him. He was a sweaty, moaning mess. His hands now desperately gripping at your waist, hips rolling in waves at the motion of your hands and his head still leaned into the wall behind him. His pre-cum had soiled your hands, eliciting a sick squelching sound, every time you twisted your hand around his tip. You had a strong feeling, that he liked your whispers.

You heard him say something underneath the mask. Initially you were afraid you had done something wrong, touched somewhere or said something he did not like, and you asked him to repeat himself, your movements faltering slightly but still moving, as you leaned back to watch his eyes.

"Say my name, please" He opened his eyes, brows drawn together in pleasure, moans still spilling from his throat.

"Your name?" You asked him to confirm, that he wanted to hear it. Ghost nodded, a small please, slipped from his lips.

His eyes watched yours intently as you leaned in to suck at his neck again, before they rolled back into his skull. You nipped and licked at his neck, while your hands sped up to match the pace they had previously had.

His name rolled off your lips in a low sultry tone, followed by more praises.

"Oh Simon"

His hips stuttered under your thighs.

"You're so hot, when you're a mess for me like this."

His breath hitched and he held his breath momentarily. You pulled back to watch him unravel beneath you.

"Do you like when I touch you like this? My hands can barely wrap around your thick cock."

He moaned loudly, fingers clamping down around your waist. Eyes looking down between you, where your hands worked on his weeping, leaking cock.

"Fuck Simon, please come for me."

His thighs trembled, abs tensing, and cock throbbing in your grip. With a loud groan his seed spilled all over your hands. At first it was just a steady flow, gliding down over your fingers. As he heard your gasps, and noticed the wetness that hadbuild up and seeped from your core, dripping down on the mattress and his thighs beneath you, the white fluid spurted out, landing on his shirt in thick ropes.

Every spurt was followed by a breathy fuck sounding behind the mask. As the flow ebbed out, you slowed your motions, finally resting your hands on top of his abdomen.

His neck was flushed red, breaths still fast and hands falling limply onto your thighs.

You couldn't contain your smile as you watched him come back to reality, his lids fluttering open and eyes focussing on you again.

He let out a deep breath, "Fucking hell, Viper."

You chuckled, smile growing on your lips.

"Was that good?" You looked at him expectantly, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"You were perfect, always have been."

You sat in silence for a moment, basking in his afterglow. Happy smiles plastered on both your faces.

You were pulled from the silence by a sudden static voice, coming from the side of the bed.

"Ghost, come in. This is Price, over."

In slight panic you scrambled to let him reach for his radio. Your hands still drenched with his cum.

Ghost cleared his throat before answering, "This is Ghost, go ahead."

He looked back at you anticipating Prices message.

"The plan has changed. Get ready for pick up. Truck's there in 5 minutes. Over"

You hurried to get up and on your feet, while Ghost sent back a hurried "Roger that."

His large frame stumbled out after you, frantically pulling off his shirt and throwing it in your hands.

"Wipe your hands with that." You quickly did so, threw the shirt back at him and moved to pull on your pants and reached for your gear.

Ghost had already pulled his pants up, put on his jacket, and was throwing on his tactical gear as he grabbed the cum-stained shirt you had bunched up. While you clipped and zipped the last pieces of your uniform and gear together, you saw Ghost push the shirt into one of his large pockets.

Within minutes you looked presentable, uniforms spotless, gear correctly placed, earpieces nestled in your ears, and weapons securely placed on your body. You had put away the blankets, leaving the place like you had found it. You worked together without saying a word, almost able to hear the others thoughts.

Now you stood by the door, listening for any sound of a vehicle, ready to leave.

It always surprised you, how quickly you could slip into your role as a soldier. And right now, you saw it as a blessing.

While listening, Ghost nudged your shoulder with his large bicep. He was looking down at you, eyes trained on your concentrated features.

"Hey, look at me for a sec." You tilted your face to look at him. Ghost leaned down, brushing his forehead against yours and nudged your nose with his.

"Can't wait till we get home. I'm not done with you just yet."

You blushed slightly and nudged him back.

"Is that so, Ghost?" You questioned. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side.

"Call me Simon, when it's just us love. And yeah, I'm never letting go of you." You beamed a smile up at him, as he pressed his covered lips onto yours.

In a heartbeat you pulled apart, the sound of tires alerting you. You both stood at attention as your radios sounded in each your earpieces.

"This is Price. Taxi's here"

[rookiesbookies]

please please please write a piece where sex doll soap is dominant please please please

also how does this work? is he sentient? does he have emotions? is he ai?

if you dont want to write a pt II id also take a sex doll price

You got Sex Doll Price! Bingo!

So I saw your question and I outlined how it works more in this post (if you havent seen it) and Im getting ready to write the Konig piece, however I want to make it really special so im going to hype it up a bit more and here’s a Price one because I felt like writing him!

I totally forgot this was in my drafts btw

Price’s story of getting bought goes much like all the other’s. His lady is lonely one night, flips through some infomercials because there’s nothing good on and she figured they’d be entertaining she guessed? It was a better idea than Steinfeld reruns for the fifteenth time, and nothing streaming was updated or good. It was a rare mood.

It came on for the dolls and she fell in love with the way he moved, smiled, his eyes. It was like the tv knew how much she loved the soft eyes of an older man.

She slid off her couch and onto the floor before she punched in the number on the phone to call, saying she wanted Price.

It took time before he was there. She felt different, he has been marketed as a companion robot on the tv. One that could walk, talk, cook, clean. It would be nice having someone to take care of the house while she was at work.

When the mystery box was on her doorstep with the gibberish, she assumed what it was based on the size.

It took a long time of struggling to get it through the door. She tore into it almost immediately. She didnt even get him out of the box before she planted a soft kiss to his lips, just as the commercial said. His eyes fluttered open and she was met with the same soft eyes she first saw.

He was swift. Reconnecting his lips to her and moving out of his box without much effort. She slid back to make room for his large form, when she hit the wall he crawled over her.

“I was told you were a companion,” she said softly eyes, trained on his lips then flicking up to his eyes.

“Companions do lots of different things. There are plenty of different types of companions, love.” His rough hands came up to her face, thumb grazing over her lower lip. “It just so happens to be my directive to be a certain kind of companion.”

Her body felt like it was on air the whole time, like her nerves were cushioned by personal clouds as he worked.

He was swift, putting her on her hands and knees before working off her pants and underwear. His mouth connected with her lower lips and began work. He was delicate but hungry.

Once he got her what he deemed wet enough he used his knee to move her thighs apart, pulling his pants down.

“Breath, love.” He whispered sweetly into her ear after spitting into his hand, rubbing it over his cock, “remember to breath.”

He let it rest in her for a long time. She fell onto her forearms, debating letting her mouth hang open so drool could fall.

He was rhythmic and juicy. Everything she imagined. She was so high up she almost didn’t register she was about to cum until it happened. He didn’t seem to orgasm, surprisingly, but he didn’t seem to care, maybe he did - well she had no clue. He picked her up and wondered her home until he found the bathroom, drawing her bath before washing her gently and putting her to better not long after drying her.

Worth every penny.

[w2sology]

harry x hairdresser partner

i love ur writing so much btw

rapunzel, rapunzel, harry lewis.

summary: harry uses the fact that you're a hairdresser much to his advantage, and you love it.

warnings: none

notes: hiiiiiiiii headcanons are back !!! :) i've been so inactive this is insane buttttt i have so many requests to work on so i'll get through those (slowly ofc 😍)

around lockdown, your hairstyling talents really came in clutch for harry

like we all know he was in desperate need to a haircut and not being. able to got out, he finally let you do it for him

he'd always been sceptical of letting you cut his hair not because he didn't trust you, but rather because he'd never actually seen you in your hairstyling habitat

you were really good at what you did, obviously a professional so you had to be, so you didn't panic when harry mentioned getting a haircut

but when he specified that he wanted one from you? that's when all the nerves came in

it was the first time cutting his hair and all you could think of was getting everything wrong, completely disregarding the fact that you've done this thousands of times on random people over a couple of years

the prep to getting him ready for the haircut was more so to get yourself ready, shampooing his hair and feeling yourself relax as he did

"is this meant to be relaxing for me or for you?" he'd ask

"do you want a jagged cut or what?"

throughout the haircut he moans, a LOT. as in asking when it's done, what you're doing, how long it's gonna take, if you know what you're doing...

it's safe to say however, after the final reveal, he's in love

but he won't tell you that

has to keep you humble in some way

so he resorts for a little hi five

at first you roll your eyes, but when you saw a clip of him on a stream talking about how he loves his haircut that you gave him, you knew you made it

and ever since then, he's been your go to for haircuts, even if it's just a quick trim

his friends have defo tried to get you to cut their hair too, but he claims your off limits as your his own personal hairdresser, contrary to the fact that you quite literally manage your own hairdressing business

one day you asked harry if you could trim his beard

and if you thought cutting his hair was a stretch, then this was WAY worse

he'd full on avoid it for a bit, not because you'd mess up or anything, but because he was worried that you'd be worried you'd hurt him

it's come up before in conversations, you telling harry that you'd be scared to shave him with one of them old fashioned razors because you feel like you'd nick him

and bless him, he's taken it literally

it only took you soothing him with a shoulder massage and a few kisses for him to loosen up

and throughout the whole process, he's so relaxed

almost falling asleep as you gently work around the lower area of his face

and it's to say he's looking much neater after that trim

let's not get it wrong, harry loves you making use of your skills on him

but knowing how competitive he is, it's no secret that he tries to one up you

i'm talking doing your hair and telling you to rate it... against a style you did yourself... insane

sometimes you'd tell him he did better than you when he didn't, but he takes it nonetheless

and even though he thinks he could do what you do, harry can admit he'd rather be the one sitting back and relaxing in the chair than doing all the work

and none of your hard work goes unthanked! 😉

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Howdy, going through a phase with COD men (König my 6'10 BBG) and they would make such good Yandere husbands, would it be okay to request a Yandere military man who's completely delusional about a hostage he rescued? knife play and being stepped on with a tactical boot would be a bonus <3

btw the way you write dark content scratches such a specific itch and makes me want to wail, the yandere pirate story was *chef Kissssssss*

Honestly, the only thing I know about COD is that I kick ass at zombies lol so this is definitely just an oc

Yandere!Military Man x Hostage!Reader

CW: non-con, mention of death, assault, delusional ideation, dehumanizing language, dead dove

"Esteemed journalist (Reader L/N) has gone missing while covering the.."

The radio was drowned out by the vehicle hitting a rock, earning an aggravated groan from one of the men. Angrily, he slammed his fist on the dash board, as though he could intimidate the radio into working better. A couple of his brothers chuckled while the rookie squirmed nervously in his seat.

"Fucking, shit ass-" Adrian "Clank" Muigg muttered, quietly releasing a stream of curses in a very thick accent towards the machine.

(Most nicknames in the military were neither cool, nor had a badass backstory, most had fairly humorous or demeaning origins; Muigg, fresh out of boot camp, murdered an innocent television set in an attempt to fix it, which changed his name from "Big Bastard" to "Clank".)

The youngest man there prayed he wasn't visibly sweating. "Is everything alright, sir?"

Boston, the bushy browed man at the wheel, laughed with his entire chest. "That radio lady's talking 'bout the love of Clank's life!"

Clank felt the back of his neck heat up, and had to redirect his anger into tapping his foot to prevent himself from whacking Boston.

"I didn't know you had a partner?"

"He don't! HA! It's a one-sided, puppy love!" Boston joyfully mocked his best mate. "He's got that reporter-person's picture 'bove his bed, and has every article they've ever written. It's very sweet!"

Bright blue eyes warned Boston of the danger he was playing with, but Boston payed him no mind, causing more anxiety in the new recruit.

It was true, however, that Clank had a star struck crush on the journalist. They were brave in a way Clank hadn't seen before, the kind of bravery that made an unarmed civilian put their life in danger to expose the world to the horrors of war. This wasn't the first warzone (Reader) had willingly gone into, but it was the first time their mission overlapped with Clank's.

They were covering the battle Clank was involved in.

And it enraged him.

While their bravery is what initially drew him to them and their work, the longer he followed (Reader) the harder it got for him to read about the danger they got into. Weren't they fearful for their own life?? Why didn't they care for themselves as much as he cared for them??

The nearly six foot eight man had fantasized many times about what he would say and do if he got the opportunity to meet (Reader). He had an entire monologue prepared that exemplified his adoration for their work without ousting himself as a borderline obsessive fanboy.

However, that entire speech was forgotten when Clank burst into the room three hostages were being held in after killing the hostiles within the building, and found himself face to face with (Reader) in the flesh.

They stood defiantly, arms outstretched to protect the two other reporters behind them, not even wearing a bullet proof vest, ready to sacrifice themselves to save their coworkers.

Clank lowered his weapon, numbed by the sudden influx of confusing, and conflicting, emotions.

He was hurt, because he finally got to meet (Reader), and they were prepared for him to kill them.

He was enamored, because even with dirt clogging their pores, hair matted with sweat and drying blood, skin bruising and swollen, they were still the single most radiant being he had ever laid eyes upon.

And he was angry. Why wasn't (Reader) cowering like a good little civilian? Didn't they know that they could die? Why didn't they care about their life?

"I'm here to rescue you." Clank's voice was robotic, and unattached. It didn't feel like he was the one saying it, as the three frightened adults relaxed, scrambling over to his side. "Follow me."

He watched his object of affection as they obliviously helped lead the other two hostages down the stairs to the military vehicle. Their right eye was nearly swollen shut, but they were supporting a grown ass man with a slight limp. Clank imagined blowing the man's brains out.

As they made it down to where the group could see Clank's team, (Reader) released their friend and attempted to go back up the stairs. Still experiencing his out of body conundrum, Clank grabbed their arm forcefully, hard enough to earn a yelp from his favorite celebrity.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" He seethed, hissing the question between his clenched teeth to prevent himself from screaming it. The other two greedily ran outside to Boston's embrace, leaving them alone in the building.

"My footage, they kept it upstairs." Professional as always, the diligent champion of justice kept calm despite the feeling as though their arm would snap in Clank's fist.

"That is not important!"

"You don't know what I saw! It is, and I need the evidence, the proof, of what I saw!"

"Clank, where are you?" Boston's voice on Clank's radio distracted him enough for (Reader) to snake out of his grasp, bolting back up into the building.

"Shit-!" He pulled out his walkie as he ran up behind the surprisingly quick journalist. "Everything's good, I'll be down in a few minutes, start taking the others back."

"Uh, no? Excuse me-"

"That's an order."

"Clank-"

"I said; that's an order."

The violently pissed off man holstered his radio as he charged up the stairs three steps at a time.

His precious (Reader) had taken it too far this time.

Even if they didn't care about their own life, he cared. He loved them, adored them, worshipped them, so how fucking dare they continuously put their life in danger like this?

If they were to be wed one day, their life would be his. And that was downright disrespectful.

(Reader) could be heard rifling through cabinets and cupboards through the door of the first room on the floor above the one they were held prisoner on. Clank attempted to cool his rage before entering, wishing to not scare his future spouse again.

Glancing up only briefly, the adult of smaller stature offered a meak smile before going back to searching. "I'm sorry for that.. I don't mean to make your job difficult, but this is really important. We almost died for this footage; hell, LeDoux had his knee cracked open by one of those- his knee must be killing him."

-almost died-

-almost died-

Their words repeating in Clank's eardrums played over the exclamation of (Reader) finding their equipment. (Reader) almost died, for what? Nothing was more important than their life.

"I'm sorry?" Bloodshot eyes stared wide with confusion from under pursed eyebrows.

Without realizing it, Clank had spoken his thoughts out loud. But, perhaps this was for the best. They would have to learn the truth sooner or later. "Nothing is worth your life." He doubled down as he slowly approached (Reader).

It took a lot more energy forcing himself to smile than he wanted. Clank had never been so stressed or angry or conflicted in his entire life.

"That isn't for you to say." Sharp words responded with a huff, thrusting the camera into a duffel bag.

Clank released a humorless laugh. "You are like a small dog, aren't you, my dear?" His muscles were tensing under his uniform, and although (Reader) couldn't see it, they could feel the dangerous shift in his mannerisms. "You do not know of the danger you are in, so you bark loudly."

Although a pit of fear weighed down their stomach, the much weaker of the two hid it well, scoffing, and moving to stroll past Clank, praying that he was bluffing.

A harsh slap to their cheek confirmed that he was being serious, sending the already injured (Reader) to the floor.

Before they could scramble to their feet, a heavy, steel toed boot was placed firmly on their chest, pressing the air out of their lungs.

(Reader) could feel the blood rush to their head as they struggled to breath.

Clawing at Clank's shin and calf didn't move him.

"It is not your fault, that you are such a little dog. But, like all little dogs, you must be trained. Yes?"

Not a single word could be uttered. Black spots bounced around (Reader's) vision.

Clank eased up on the pressure just enough for oxygen to fill his love's deprived lungs. Between coughs and sputters, (Reader) only got out "Stop-" before his heel was digging into their sternum again.

"Tsk tsk tsk.. Now, I don't want to do this, but I have to. For us. So you must obey me, little puppy. Now, what do dogs say?"

(Reader) glared up at him in pain and hatred, sneering as angry tears welled up in their puffy eyes.

"Woof.." The pitiful bark was spat out.

"Ah ah ah." He wagged a finger at them in a chastising fashion. "Be nice, little puppy." His weight increased warningly, squeezing out a pained cry.

".. Woof."

Seeing the person Clank had loved for the past four years under his boot, writhing, flushed in the face, glistening eyes staring up at him and only him.. Clank could feel himself stiffening, and it disturbed him. Why did seeing his beloved cry in pain give him a hard on?

No, it is not because they are crying in pain.

Clank smiled, warping the situation to rationalize his hard cock pressing against his zipper. It was that they were being obedient for him.

Another cry rang out, louder this time, as Clank accidentally put too much weight on (Reader's) ribcage, lost in thought while admiring their pathetic face.

He got off, kneeling down so (Reader) wouldn't think about trying to get up. They got the message, and continued lying, grasping their chest and breathing raggedly.

"Good dog." Clank ran a hand through their hair. "You will listen to what I say, won't you?"

"Ye- ...woof." Their words quivered in shame.

"Good. Now, get on your knees."

(Reader) bit their tongue with how quickly their mouth clamped shut. It was humiliating, but their chest hurt so badly.. They rolled over, propping themselves up onto their hands and knees.

Their resolve to do as Clank said to avoid more pain was immediately forgotten when they felt his large hands tug at their pants.

"What are you doing?" They yelled in fright, whipping their head back to look at him before having their skull smashed into the floor, holding them down.

"Training, remember? For someone known for their intelligence, you sure are a moron. Bark, bitch."

Tears mixed in with snot, as (Reader) snarled "Fuck you!"

Clank removed his hand from their soft hair to firmly grasp their hips with both of his hands, pulling (Reader) onto his dick. "Incorrect."

"No!" (Reader) screamed, feeling Clank's bare member as it entered them painfully all in one thrust without lubrication. As they cried out, a slap to their ass rang out through the nearly empty room.

"What do dogs say?"

"Fuck you!" Another painful slap left a welt that would certainly bruise.

"You want to act like a bitch, putting your life in danger as though it doesn't matter, you're going to be treated like a bitch!" Clank raised his voice, terrifying his victim. "Now, what do dogs say?"

Slap!

"Woof.."

Slap!

"Woof! Woof! Bark!" They barked between viciously sobbing, heaving as he ravaged them from behind, fucking them so hard that their entire body rocked forward dangerously. The only reason why they hadn't fallen face first into the cement flooring was Clank's right hand digging painfully into their pelvis.

Whereas for (Reader) this was a nightmare, joy was already melting away Clank's anger.

"See, this will be better, for both of us. When we get back, you'll quit your job, and I can finally take care of you."

His thrusting became more passionate, and (Reader) could feel his precum as he began to slide in and out more easily. "I've dreamt of this for so long, and now I will finally be yours: whether as your husband or as your owner."

That triggered (Reader's) fight or fight response, realizing what Clank was implying. They attempted to throw themselves forward, to scramble away while he was still inside of them.

A strong arm caught (Reader) easily. Their spine was bent backwards, holding the attempted escapee in a head lock with a knife pressed to their throat as Clank continued stretching out their hole.

Despite their desperate pleas, their new fiance held (Reader) still on his cock as he released inside of them, going drunk on the way their walls felt clenching him as they milked him dry.

Eyes hazy with lust, he kissed their jaw, still keeping the knife held firmly against their neck just in case.

"Good dog."

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long! Thank you so much for your patience, I hope you like it ❤️

[noisyquokka]

SANGYEON FLUFF SANGYEON FLUFF SANGYEON FLUFF

happy birthday btw, hope it's a good one !! 🥰🍰

Worship You

PAIRING - Sangyeon x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - You don't get much time to yourselves, but when you do, Sangyeon makes sure to give you his undivided attention. AKA Morning routines with your golden retriever boyfriend!

WORDCOUNT - 1.5k

WARNINGS - Fluff, Established Relationship, VERY Domestic, Slightly Suggestive, Soft!Sangyeon, LOTS of kisses, on some hopeless romantic shi-

A/N - The way I am always melting for this man 😩 thankie for the b-day wishes, it was chaotic but good all in all. I hope you enjoy your Sangyeon fluff! 🤭💛

"We should probably get up..."

Sangyeon's legs tangle with yours, his fingers pushing your hair out of your face, sweeping over your temple in gentle strokes. He's got you as close as you can be, wrapped up in his arms with nowhere to go. You chuckle softly, pressing your face into his shoulder.

"Perhaps," You mumble, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "What time is it?"

He reaches for his phone on the nightstand, leaving a kiss atop your head as he does so.

"10:34," he says, and his arm tightens around your torso.

You hum in acknowledgment, feeling your eyelids slip closed in the warmth of your boyfriend's arms. It's been quite some time since the two of you have been able to share this kind of morning together, a little over two months. It feels like the rest of the world has faded away, the two of you in your personal cocoon of warm and adoring gazes, gentle caresses.

You breathe deeply, stretching your legs and sighing contentedly. The sunlight streams through the bedroom windows, heating what bare skin is peaking beyond the mess of tangled sheets and limbs. For a few minutes, it's quiet. Just you and Sangyeon in this bed, your breaths syncing with one another.

You almost fall back to sleep until he shifts under you, and that's when you decide it better to get up. It's the arm that darts out and snakes around your waist that stops you, pulling you back into a sturdy chest. You chuckle, glancing over your shoulder. Sangyeon's eyes are closed, but there's a hint of a smile on those lips.

"I could swear you just said something about us getting up." you tease. He grunts low in his throat, his hand sweeping beneath the fabric of the t-shirt you'd stolen from him, and pulls you impossibly closer, warmth radiating between your bodies.

"I did?" His voice is still raspy with sleep, the sound eliciting a shiver of euphoria that runs along your spine.

"You did," you reply, giggling softly at the feeling of his nose nuzzling against your neck.

"C'mon, we've already had breakfast," he murmurs, shifting you onto your back. You take in a breath, knocking your head into his gently - a teasing smirk on your lips.

"Do you plan on keeping me in this bed all day?"

"Maybe." The man's arms squeeze you again as if emphasizing how much he wants this. He's missed this. Missed you. Brown eyes fall to your lips and he presses a quick kiss to them, relishing the breathy sigh that escapes you.

You're smiling against his mouth, mind spiraling for a moment as you get lost in the sensation of his lips on yours. The heat of his body sweeps over your flesh and you're unable to hold back your quiet giggles.

If anything has stayed the same in your relationship, it's the way you still melt in his presence.

"I do need to get laundry done, at the very least," you whisper against his lips, pecking them a few more times. Sangyeon groans in exasperation, running his finger over the swell of your hip.

"You can borrow mine," he replies lowly, pressing another kiss to your lips. The corners of yours twitch up in a smile.

"I'm already borrowing yours."

He sighs heavily through his nose, breathing you in.

"Mmm, we could put it off another day." Sangyeon's hands move along your body, tracing patterns over your lower stomach. Your skin prickles under his ministrations, goosebumps forming.

Another kiss, slow and deliberate.

"We need to wash our faces at least," you say.

At this, Sangyeon pauses. It's a moment of soft stares, dragging on as he considers your words. You're smiling like a fool, and he knows that you know you've got a point. At long last, he moves in for another short peck, letting his arm fall from your waist to let you get out of bed.

You can feel those eyes on you as you make for the adjoining bathroom, and he wastes zero time—slipping out of the sheets and following closely behind. A yelp escapes when he grabs you, pulling you back into his chest and picking you up with practiced ease, your laughter echoing through the hallway. Your hands grip his forearms, feeling the muscles work beneath the skin as he sets you on the bathroom counter. He slides between your legs, a sure smile pulling at his lips.

"You are very adamant, Mr. Lee," you say, tilting your head.

"I can't help it," He chuckles under his breath. His hand settles on your outer thigh, sliding higher and higher. "can't blame a man for wanting to love on his spouse after a busy few months away."

"Oh, by all means, I'm not complaining."

Eventually, the lingering hands and sweeping gazes pause long enough for you two to begin your skincare routines. Both of you take to dampening your faces and foaming up your facial cleansers, holding back smiles to keep the soap out of your mouth. You rinse your face first, bending over the sink and bringing handfuls of warm water to your skin.

Before you can turn the water off, you feel the soft fabric of a towel against your face. Sangyeon pulls you up, gently patting the water from your vision, moving to your cheeks and jaw. He takes his time, attentive with his movements, as per usual.

And still, your heart skips in your chest.

You hum, chuckling as he kisses you on the forehead.

"Baby!" you whine, swiping the bit of soap from your skin. Sangyeon just smiles and bends over the sink to rinse his own face.

The snap of a towel makes him jolt just as he turns the sink off, wiping the water from his eyes. He catches your gaze in the mirror, the way your eyes glint with some unearthed challenge. He turns on his heel, watching as you're already spinning the small hand towel in your grip to swat him again.

"Don't you dare, Love-"

You release the end farthest from him, but the towel fails to land a hit. There's little time for a second attempt because Sangyeon's already advancing on you, reaching for your "weapon" just as you're ready to snap it at him again.

"C'mere, you!" He grunts, grabbing the middle of the towel and tugging you into his chest. He smirks at the way you playfully struggle against his hold, unable to bite back a beaming smile. And then you feel his damp face against your cheek, and you pull away, your shoulders jerking with a laugh.

"Stop! I already dried off," You scold, pressing your hand into his chest.

"Should've thought about that before you started swatting me with that towel!" he says, keeping you close so he can nuzzle his wet face into your neck. "I've been so sweet to you this morning, and what do I get in turn, hmm...?"

"Alright, alright!" You squeal, swatting at his side as he begins to let up. Sangyeon pulls away, keeping his arms tight around your torso. He pops you back up on the counter and waits, invading your space for the umpteenth time.

"Face, then..."

It almost sounds like you're annoyed, but he knows you're far from it. He tilts his head down with a smile, brown eyes softening with just a look at you. Puppy-like. You bring the towel up, patting away what little dampness is left. It's not much, most of it is soaking into the side of your face and neck. But you allow the man a moment of your tender care.

"I love you."

It's a quiet murmur into the static air of the bathroom, but those three little words don't go unheard. You pause, pulling your hand away to take in your Lover. They're words you've heard him whisper before, yet you always find yourself caught off guard by them. Sangyeon gazes back with all the adoration of a man smitten - his eyes glowing embers.

"I love you, too... even when you rub your wet face on me like a dog getting out of the bath."

He chuckles and takes the towel from your grip, patting away any lingering dampness from your skin.

"I did warn you, baby," he says, arching a brow at your narrowed gaze.

"You did not," you scoff, snaking your arms around his neck. "unless you think that a don't you dare is gonna stop me."

Your legs lock around his hips, pulling him closer. He finally loses the towel, tossing it to the hamper and opting to keep all his focus on you.

"Ah, you're right. I should've been more adamant, hm?" He teases, slowly sliding his fingers to the curve of your back. He pulls you smoothly to the edge of the granite counter, and you stare up at him with that narrowed gaze.

You feel his hand slide up your back, his lips finding yours once again. You suck in a breath, slow and steady as you reciprocate, exploring one another as if it's the first time. Those arms hold you close and you instinctively lock your legs around his hips, a noise of surprise leaving your throat when he picks you up and beelines for the door.

"Sangyeon! We haven't finished..." You trail off, feeling his lips against your skin.

"We'll finish later," he mutters into your neck, sitting down at the edge of the bed. "right now, I wanna worship my baby."

Psst!! If you've made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

[zijiaye]

Remember that scene where Kakashi catches Obito on the verge of smooching the class photo?

My HC is that Kakashi accidentally on purpose passes by Obito's place often. Usually he never reveals himself, but when he sees Obito about to make out with Rin in the class photo (why not the Rin's other photos where she's alone btw hmm Obito???), he just cannot stand idly by and watch the embarrassing scene so he descends onto Obito's window to mock him.

Also this scene from a Chinese fic lives in my head rent-free. (The narrator here is Obito). "I'd been sick before when I was young. My classmates would often use illness as an excuse to skip classes and training, or as an opportunity to get attention from their parents. But I always hated being sick, because there wasn't anyone I could seek comfort from. During the worst times, I could only lie in bed alone and endure it. While at the Academy, being surrounded by peers was fine, but times like these only emphasized how alone I truly was. Life is just cruel like that, always reminding me of what I've lost just when I'm about to forget.

Fortunately, I've been relatively healthy, rarely getting sick since I was seven. The only time I really fell ill was the day before my second Chunin Exam.

It was my own carelessness, really. It was already during the seasonal change, and I'd been training from dawn till dusk for the exam. I didn't even care when my clothes were soaked with sweat, and as a result, my fever shot up to 39°C the next day.

I curled up in my blankets, shivering despite having several layers covering me. My mind kept urging me to get up and take medicine, but I couldn't even open my eyes.

Am I going to die? I promised I'd become Hokage, dying like this would be so uncool… I haven't even passed the Chunin Exam yet, and Kakashi will mock me again…

As my mind wandered with these delirious thoughts, I thought I heard knocking at the door, but I couldn't muster the strength to answer it. I closed my eyes and passed out.

In my feverish sleep, my body alternated between hot and cold, and my dreams were bizarre. One moment I dreamed of failing the Chunin Exam again and being stripped of my ninja status; then I dreamed of trying to confess to Rin, but panicked when I couldn't find my love letter; and then I dreamed of Kakashi… he was taking care of me while I was sick, helping me sit up to take medicine, wiping my sweat with a cool cloth, placing his hand on my forehead to check my temperature.

In my daze, I remember thinking how the elderly always say dreams are opposite to reality, and how wise those words were – the real Kakashi could never be this gentle.

When I finally opened my eyes again, it was sunset. The warm-colored sunlight streamed through the window, falling on the corner of my bed, into my eyes, and onto the hair of the person by the window, coating his silver hair with a honey-colored glow.

I stared at Kakashi blankly, thinking I was still dreaming.

There were faint dark circles under his eye, as if he hadn't slept well. Seeing me awake, he looked at me with his droopy eye and said, "Why do you look so stupid the moment you wake up?"

"Wha— no, why are you here?"

"If I hadn't happened to pass by, you would've died from fever in your house."

"…What are you talking about? You're exaggerating! I'm perfectly healthy, the fever would've gone down after half a day of sleep!"

"It's already the second day."

"…"

I was speechless, partly because Kakashi had shut me down, and partly because I felt inexplicably shy, to the point where I could barely meet his eyes.

"Kakashi… did you take care of me for a whole day?"

Now it was his turn to feel awkward. Kakashi lowered his gaze, his voice slightly hoarse: "I couldn't just let you die, could I? Especially when a certain dead-last was crying in his sleep."

My face instantly turned red: "Who was crying! That was—that was sweat!"

"Sweat coming from your eyes?"

"Yeah! Got a problem with that?!"

I glared at him, ready for our usual verbal sparring. But instead, Kakashi turned his head away, and in the backlight, I saw the corner of his mouth curve slightly upward, almost like a smile.

"Whatever, I won't argue with a sick person. If you say so, then so be it."

While I was still stunned, Kakashi had already walked over to take the cloth from my forehead, softly saying as he re-wet it: "You usually act so carefree, like nothing bothers you, but you'll still hide under your blanket and cry alone. What were you dreaming about?"

By now I'd completely forgotten about arguing that those weren't tears, feeling only awkwardness. I'd always considered him my rival, always wanting to compete with him in everything, and there was no way I could admit my vulnerability in front of him, so I stubbornly said: "I wasn't crying from sadness, I… right, I dreamed about marrying Rin, those were tears of joy."

Kakashi's movements suddenly stopped. After a few seconds, he said casually: "Dreams are opposite to reality, you should give up while you can."

"No way! Once I pass the Chunin Exam, I'm going to confess to Rin, just you watch!"

"As if you could pass the exam in your current state. You'll probably be a Genin forever."

"Ahhhhhhh, you're so annoying!""

[cat3ch1sm]

hi! i’m new to ur account and i love your work <3

i came from one of your uvogin nsfw drabbles from a while back and I’d love if you could make another one with a breeding kink ? :)

i just love uvo and i can’t seem to find a lot of fics for him lol

thank u for ur time and feel free to ignore this btw !

🕊~ hello @arien-rey <33 you’re so sweet and im absolutely thrilled that you like my work. here’s your request sweetheart, i love you💚

🌻༶⋆˙⊹(nsfw ahead, breeding k!nk, language, some really kinky shit😭😭, fem!reader)୭ 🕊🪹🌿

“You look so good with my hand around your throat, pretty girl.”

You could only manage an equally pleasured and strained gasp as Uvogin’s hips rocked into you over and over, hitting you in the same spot where you were most sensitive every time. You still had his cum from just moments earlier spilling from your aching, tender hole- but Uvogin was determined to force every last drop of his semen into your body. He’d lost all control ages ago, expression tight and focused with his hand squeezing your throat so tightly there were tears streaming from your eyes and your cheeks were beyond flushed. Your lungs were straining for every last ounce of oxygen they could get while your lower half ached and throbbed, relishing in the wet slaps of skin echoing throughout the room and the protesting creaks of the bed, just barely able to take the force of Uvogin’s lust. You were terribly overstimulated and completely exhausted, but Uvogin didn’t show any signs of stopping.

“Uvo- Uvogin, ahh, it’s too much, please, baby—“ Your body was borderline convulsing at this point with the absolutely overwhelming pleasure, toes curled so tightly you could feel your nails dig into your skin and the sheets gripped so roughly you heard the fabric tear.

“Come on, babe, you can take it. Take every last drop, sweetheart,” Uvogin encouraged, his voice breaking as he kept pounding into you, chasing yet another release. “I wanna fill you up with all of my kids, baby. I want you completely stuffed with my babies just like you are now with my cock.”

“Fuck- Uvogin, I’ll have all your kids, I- ah!- I swear. I’ll have every last one,” you gasped, overcome with ecstasy and an aching pain in your lower belly, sore from the countless orgasms you’d had tonight and how Uvogin’s massive length had bruised your cervix.

“That’s a good girl,” Uvogin praised breathlessly, and again you felt his hot cum slide down your butt and drip down your quivering thighs. Every thrust drew another moan out of you, your body pressed deep into the mattress with Uvogin’s weight.

“Oh- ah, fuck, Uvo-“

“Shh, shh, shh, don’t worry, babe, I’ll do everything,” Uvogin reassured you in a hushed voice, squeezing your thighs comfortingly. “You’re not leaving this room without my baby inside of you, sweetheart. It’s okay, baby, you can take it, just one more time for me, Y/N.”

Whimpering, you nodded, and Uvogin leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. I���ll make sure you’re full for months to come, baby.”

[yes-divine-ruler]

Hi queen!!! I wanted to ask if you can write a blurb about Kai using a vibrator on his girlfriend and being really sweet and reassuring while he whispers in her ear about her taking it so well since he has it on the highest level of intensity. I LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!!💞💞💕

cw: overstimulation

“Oh baby, stop crying,” Kai only applied more pressure, and it almost sent you into a fit. The tears rolled effortlessly down your cheeks at the vibrations shot through your core.

“I can’t Kai,” you whined, beginning to hiccup from the crying, your eyes closing as Kai ran his fingers through your hair.

“You can baby, my god, you’re taking it so well,” Kai whispered praise into your ear, kissing your forehead that was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The fire in your lower abdomen was becoming more and more unbearable, and soon you felt yourself reach yet another orgasm.

“That’s it baby, come again for me,” Kai encouraged you through your orgasm, as you wiggled under his hold, one of his big hands prying your legs open, the other holding the vibrator against your clit.

The orgasm coursed through you in large waves, and when it was over, Kai removed the vibrator from you completely. You were exhausted, panting to try and even your breathing, as Kai peppered kisses across your check to the corner of your mouth.

“My pretty girl,” he muttered, his finger tips now caressing the skin of your inner thigh, trying to help you regain some level of consciousness. You knew that if you’d try to speak, it would come out all muddled and slurred, so there was no point. The tears continued to cascade down your crimson-hued cheeks in a steady stream, as you rested your head back against the pillow.

Kai was by your side, mumbling praise into your hair. You thought it was over, 6 orgasms in, but it wasn’t. It was far from over, not until you made up for embarrassing him in front of his friends.

You hadn’t noticed Kai clicked the vibrator back on, and it hummed to full intensity. You were throbbing, and slick with the arousal of multiple orgasms, and so sensitive it might even hurt to close your legs.

He settled the head of the vibrator against your thigh, a gasp escaping your lips in surprise.

“Kai- nonono, I can’t anymore, please,” you begged, using all your strength to try and move his hand away. He only chuckled, moving the vibrator to just above your sensitive heat.

“You know you owe it to me pretty girl,” he spoke lowly, his voice laced with hunger, “then you’ll have to take my cock in that sensitive cunt and let me fill you with my cum.”

[lilac-hecox]

i don’t have a specific request but something with spommy or kimney? congrats btw!

Spencer/Tommy - Spommy - Staff Meeting

*This is inspired by the reading Youtube Comments Sm*sh P*t Theater and the Smoshoffice series and is meant to be silly and wacky

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“So, just a reminder that we’re all co-workers here and we want to be professional with each other, and while Smosh doesn’t disallow relationships between employees this is still a workplace,” Nate says, fidgeting a little at the whiteboard in front of the conference room. “Questions?” Spencer raises his hand. Nate eyes Spencer warily, but nods. “Spencer?”

“So, how come Anthony can call Ian submissive and breedable but I have to get a warning when I ask Tommy about his penis?”

Tommy, who is across the room, drops his face into his hands. Anthony and Ian are seated next to each other at the head of the table. Anthony immediately turns red and Ian chokes on his cup of coffee, sputtering a little. Courtney is quick to hand Ian a napkin.

“Um,” Nate says, “I guess we shouldn’t really be calling each other submissive and breedable either?”

“That was a joke,” Anthony stresses, his face going a darker pink.

“Yeah right…” Chanse mumbles from the opposite corner of Spencer.

Angela offers her hand for a high five as she lets out a stream of giggles. Chanse gives her a pointed look and shakes his head, and he quickly takes her wrist and lowers her hand for her.

“I want to be clear that Spencer and I don’t really talk about my penis all that much,” Tommy says.

Spencer looks wounded, “I was just worried about you!”

“Anthony and I are just friends,” Ian says, “I want to stress that too.”

Amanda rolls her eyes, “Anyone who thinks Ian and Anthony are really just friends raise your hand.”

Spencer glances around to see not one person in the meeting has raised their hands except Ian and Anthony themselves.

“Well fuck,” Ian says.

“You two were cuddling in the bean bag chair in your shared office,” Shayne points out.

“We got tired from writing the new sketch!” Anthony says defensively.

“You called him hot yesterday,” Damien adds.

“I’m hyping up my best friend!” Anthony insists.

Ian’s face is red.

“Angela said she knows what Damien sounds like when he has sex!” Anthony retorts.

“That was one time!” Angela snaps.

Damien groans.

Nate is quickly losing the room and stands nervously in front of the lot of them.

“Guys, bring it back in- “

“Courtney said the other day that Garrett is ‘kinda daddy’!” Ararsha says.

Courtney’s eyes widen, “Arasha!”

“Sorry, I got caught up in the moment.”

“Yeah, well you said you would take Amanda to O-Town!” Courtney says in return.

“Oh,” Amanda says the same time Arasha huffs.

“Guys!” Nate says.

Spencer stands and he can hear Tommy groan.

“I’m in love with Tommy!”

Zoe bursts into the conference room and flicks the lights on and off suddenly, gaining the room’s attention.

“This is an office and not middle school so sit down and let Nate finish, please.”

The cast takes their seats and Spencer feels his face get hot. He doesn’t dare to look over at Tommy, his confession hanging heavy in the air of the room.

The meeting ends with Nate scheduling everyone for a mandatory workplace conduct training. Afterwards, Spencer is at his desk, pretending to work while silently freaking out.

“Hey, um, Spence, you busy?” Tommy asks, drawing Spencer’s attention from his computer screen.

Spencer wants to say yes, but he blinks and then shakes his head.

“Not really, what’s, um, what’s up?”

Tommy moves and sits on the small couch that is in the game’s office hub. Spencer rolls over closer to Tommy, scared of what the other man might say after Spencer confessed to his feelings during their morning conference meeting.

“So, this morning…was that, uh, a joke or do you really feel something towards me?”

Spencer feels his face getting pink and hot.

“I, um, like you a lot and I get if that’s weird for you and you hate me now or- “

“As if I could hate you,” Tommy says, fondly, a smile on his face.

“You don’t?”

“I think you’re an idiot, but like, in a puppy kind of way, you know?”

“Don’t you hate dogs?” Spencer says.

“Dogs but not puppies.”

“So, there’s a chance here?” Spencer asks, a smile on his face.

“Yes, but no more asking about my penis in public,” Tommy says.

“Deal,” Spencer says, “but does that mean I can ask about it in private?”

Tommy laughs, “I mean, I hope so.”

[starx-i]

Punishment

Here have this: Dom! reader, sub!male, reader has a strap, dacryphilia, overstim, sensitive sub!male, vibrating butt plug,(male has glasses),( I think that's it)

Ps: btw I'm not an actual writer so it's not the best. Btw I <3 this song

He shuddered as he was getting pounded by your strap for the fourth time of the hour. Oh my was he a sight to see, tears dripping down his pretty little face, his breathing uneven.

"P-please h-have mercy AAH! I am so so sorry mmh." He said, trying his very best to at least get a break. You were hitting his prostate dead on everytime you thrust your strap into him. Your thrusts were so harsh that sometimes the bed would move, along with your pretty little boyfriend jolting.

"You should've thought of it before you decided to cum without my permission." You answered, his sobs increasing in sound. You looked down at him again, smirking at the sight in front of you. His eyes filled with tears, glasses foggy and crooked, his neck filled with hickeys, nipples swollen and red, his blonde locks messy and all over his forehead. His body can't handle the pleasure but at the same time wants more, more of your touch on his body. You start stroking his cock at a fast pace while still thrusting into him hardly. His body shaking as he receives more pleasure like never before.

"AH~ AH~ P-PLEASE S-STOP, I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! I- I PROMISE." He moaned. You started making out with him, still thrusting into his hole and stroking his cock at an intense speed. You parted your lips away from him thrusting into him as deep as you can with your strap as you came into him, large amount of cum shooting into his tiny hole.

"I'M CUMMING, AHHH!" he moaned as he came, cum shooting out of his tip and onto his lower abdomen. He shakes intensely as his eyes crossed with tears streaming down his face, glasses foggy and almost falling off of his face as his mouth is open with drool coming out of it and his tongue dangling down his mouth, you never thought you would see his face like it. You continued thrusting but slowly as he started to try and squirm away from the pleasure. You pull your strap out of his ass, watching his hole twitching as if something was missing. You looked through the drawer as your trying to find something. You finally found it, a butt plug. It was not a normal one because the more sound he makes, the stronger the vibrations would become. You put lube on it and inserts it into his hole as he shuddered. He let out a quiet moan which caused the plugg to start vibrating. That caught him off guard as he started moaning, making the plug vibrate more intensely as he gets louder. He keeps moaning and screaming of how he can't take it anymore, the plug vibrating everytime he screams or moans. He soon understands what was going on and tried to muffle his moans, which he didn't succeed as the vibrations were already intense for him.

"Baby, it's okay, it will only be a bit more," you said. Him being him heard nothing but still nodded his head. He can do nothing but accept the pleasure that the plug is giving him.

Little did he know when you said a bit more, you meant the rest of the night, with you ignoring his pleas as you watch him break piece by piece.

[h4itani-4ddict]

Reconciliation in the Cold - Maried!Nozel Silva One Shot

Synopsis: Nozel and Y/N argue, Nozel tell his s/o mean things but at the end they reconcile and apologize

Pairing: Nozel Silva (Black Clover) x female! reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff/ SFW

TW: Nozel being mean (saying "I hate u"), argument, crying, emotionally intense, conflictual relationships, communication difficulties and relationship problems, reconciliation (idk if that's all ???)

WC: 416

A/N: I rlly dont like the end bruhhh (btw english isn't my first langage)

There was a palpable tension in the halls of the Silva mansion. Nozel and Y/N stood in the living room, their faces filled with annoyance and frustration. Sharp words filled the air, fueling the raging argument between them.

"Nozel, how can you say such things?" Y/N exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't understand… I thought you loved me."

Nozel crossed his arms, his gaze cold and distant. "I fail to see why you complain so much. You're always so timid and sensitive. I can't even express my frustrations without you bursting into tears."

Nozel's words struck a chord deep within Y/N, leaving her feeling deeply hurt. She always tried to appear strong in front of him, but his words had touched a sensitive nerve. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt misunderstood and rejected.

"If that's how you see me, then maybe… maybe we should take a step back," she whispered, her voice broken.

Nozel hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting his s/o, filled with sadness and vulnerability. He realized the impact of his words and the pain he had inflicted on the person he loved most in the world.

"Y/N, I… I didn't mean that," he murmured softly, his voice tinged with remorse. "I'm sorry… I'm just… frustrated, and I don't know any other way to express it."

Nozel's sincere words touched Y/N, a glimmer of hope flickering in her broken heart. She knew Nozel struggled to show his emotions, but his admission of fault gave her hope for reconciliation.

"I understand that you have difficulty expressing your emotions, Nozel, but that doesn't mean you can hurt me without consequences," she replied, her voice trembling. "I want you to understand how much your words can affect others, especially me."

Nozel lowered his head, ashamed of his past actions. "You're right, Y/N. I shouldn't let my frustration dictate my words. I sincerely apologize."

Y/N approached him slowly, placing a hand on his arm. "I forgive you, Nozel, but I want us to work together to improve our communication. We are married, and that means being there for each other even in the difficult times."

Nozel looked up, determination shining in his eyes. "You're right, Y/N. I will be the best husband I can be. I promise to make an effort to open up more and show you how much you mean to me."

His s/o offered him a faint smile, feeling their hearts mend. They embraced each other tenderly, seeking comfort in each other's arms.

"I love you, princess" Nozel whispered against her hair. "And I'm sorry for ever doubting us."

Y/N buried her face in Nozel's chest, feeling her heart settle. "I love you too, Nozel. Promise me we'll always work through things together, no matter the challenges."

Nozel tightened his hold, whispering softly in her ear, "I promise, Y/N. I'll never hurt you again. We'll face every trial together."

In that moment of intimacy, Nozel and s/o realized that their love was stronger than their differences. They were ready to face the future hand in hand, proving that even the coldest of hearts could be warmed by the fires of genuine love.

A/N: I've already said it but I really hate the end, like it's so cringe bro... But hope u liked it

masterlist - requests

[luvxiem]

I don't wanna be too presumptuous but if rqs for the tiny drabbles........ can I ask for a tiny luca fluff drabble? 🥺 his roomba stream is giving me brainrot bc he said he's scared of balloons popping like the big scared golden retriever he is.......... but don't push yourself if you can't!!! ik how busy it is this time of yr (I'm a stem student do I'm getting fuckin eviscerated over here........) thank you so much!!

I love the blog theme btw......... so cute........

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HES SUCH A BABY I WANT TO EAT HIM

"shouldn't you tell him to come back now?"

you lift up your sunglasses to glance over at elira. your friend is laying down beside you on her stomach, her face in her hands as she munches on chips.

"what?" you mumble, partially out of it as you were napping under the shade of your beach umbrella. elira takes a moment to swallow before speaking up again.

"your boyfriend," she clarifies. "he's like... what is he doing?" she laughs. you look past her to see what she was talking about and the sight brings a smile to your face.

farther down the coastline is said boyfriend, along with shu, millie and maria. they're running back and forth along the sand, shrieking as the waves come and lap at their feet. you watch them for a moment, a pleasant warmth in your chest as you listen to luca's joyful laughter. he's gently pushing mari closer to the waves, clearly taking great joy in her screech as she's submerged up to her waist.

as he's running back to dry sand, luca catches your eye and waves excitedly. when you motion with your hand for him to come closer, he jogs over with a confused grin.

"what's up, babe?" he asks, sweat dripping from his brow as he fans himself with one hand under the warm sun. you sit up on your beach towel and reach for your bag, rummaging around before taking out your bottle of sunscreen. luca sees it and sits down in front of you, already knowing what you're going to say.

"it's been two hours already?" he asks as he shrugs off his beach shirt, looking at you over his shoulder. you pour a good amount of sunscreen into your hand before placing the bottle off to the side, rubbing your palms together before reaching up to rub it into his skin.

you hum as you spread the sunscreen evenly across his back and shoulders. "no, but the suns pretty strong and it's better to be safe than sorry. i don't want you to burn," you say. luca nods.

"right," he agrees. while you're finishing getting his lower back, he leans over to the side to grab the container of chips elira had abandoned in favor of running away from a soaked millie.

"ahhhh," he says, gently feeding you the chips as you nudge him to turn around. you pour out more sunscreen into your hands and begin rubbing his chest.

"uhhh... babe?" luca laughs, albeit this time a little nervously.

"yes?"

"ya know i can get my front, right?"

"i know."

"sooo...?"

"don't worry about it. feed me more chips."

[ithaquakisser]

It took me hours to think but What if WHAHJA E Ithaqua X reader fic where the reader had a nightmare n he comforts or smth 😭

I don’t mind if it’s established relationship or friends to lovers or Can be interpreted platonic or romantic Btw! :3

Teehee⭐️

With You

Synopsis; Ithaqua comforts you after a nightmare.

CW; Asphyxiation, depictions of anxiety

WC; ≈893

Note; I had a hard time writing this one because I was suddenly hit with writer's block. This is a short piece I hope this is okay! Enjoy! 🫶

These endless nights of terror were everlasting.

You huffed and puffed as you sprinted down the seemingly everlasting halls of the manor. An ominous figure stalked after each step you took, leering through the halls. Its face appeared to be distorted, incomprehensible. Piercing silver orbs burnt into the back of your head, leering over you. Exuding feelings of disconcertment as it stared straight through you, long, slender arms reaching out to you as if it yearned for an embrace.

Your heart hammered vigorously against the confines of your ribcage as you panted heavily. You dare not look back. Not even once. The figure called out your name repeatedly, low groans emitting from it as it spoke your name like a chant. “...Y/N…” The tall silhouette croaked. You halted in your tracks, your heart skipping a beat, for you could not bring yourself to move a single limb.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, your heartbeat battered rapidly in your ears. Your breathing became labored as your heart threatened to burst out of your chest. The willowy figure approached you and towered over your small frame. Its eyes peering into yours, lengthy and slender fingers enveloping your neck. Tears of dread streamed down your face as the figure sunk its nails into your throat. You cried for help, unable to utter a single word. You gasped for air, struggling under the grasp of the towering silhouette.

You tightly squeezed your eyes shut whilst you wept, the inky silhouette pressed down onto your throat and tightened its grasp. You choked out pitiful attempts of cries, struggling under its grip. “Help… Me…” You yawped, gasping for the slightest bit of air. Hot tears spilled from the corners of your eyes and you pleaded. Slim fingers tightly wrapped around your throat only grew tighter with each passing moment, you cried and begged pathetically.

You awoke with a gasp to a sweet, gentle nudge and the serene voice of your lover. With a hand on your chest, you panted. Your flushed face was soaked with salty teardrops. Ithaqua tenderly wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb as you sobbed. “Y/N… breathe.” He whispered as he sat beside you, offering his hand out to you.

You took in a deep breath as you hesitantly placed your hand over his, you fixed your e/c eyes on his next move. Gently, he ran his thumb over the palm of your hand. He traced miscellaneous symbols for a brief amount of time. With time, your breathing slowed. Your heart meeting with peace once more. His almond-shaped eyes locked with yours, his lips curling into a fond smile.

“Do you feel my touch?” Asked the hunter. You nodded in response as he traced hearts on your hand. “Good.” He murmured. “Your hands are cold…” You remarked. His face shone a faint scarlet hue upon your remark as he averted his eyes from yours. “I should be the one protesting. You woke me up after all.”

“How so?” “You kicked me. Twice.” He deadpanned. “S...Sorry…” You muttered, lowering your head in shame. Ithaqua placed a hand on your cheek and traced a line along your cheekbone, his eyes fixated on yours as he lifted your chin. “Don’t apologize.” “I disturbed you though…” “Don’t you fret. There is no need to. What matters is that you’re okay.” He reassured, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

Both of your hands intertwined, his onyx eyes glistened under the moonlight as he proceeded to trace the stars on your palm. His soothing touch brought peace to your heart as you began to relax. “I too was tormented by night terrors when I was a child.” He spoke, lowering his gaze. “As a way to calm me down, mother would take my small hands into hers and caress them.”

"It'd... always calm me down. The moment she took my hands into hers, I felt at ease." His eyes linked with yours as he raised your hand to his lips, gently placing a kiss on your knuckle. "Your mother certainly is an angel." The hunter smiled sweetly as he held your hand in his. "She was... Definitely." He murmured. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot more at ease." You replied breathily. "I mustn't stay here for too long. I'm certain you'd be reprimanded for having me here." "The baron does not need to know. After all, it's merely one night." Ithaqua replied as he pulled you into a warm embrace. You melted into his touch and rested your head on his chest. The soothing sound of his heartbeat echoed into your ears, pounding in serenity against his chest under your presence.

"Would it be okay of me to stay the night?" You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows in worry. "There's no need to fret. You were planning to after all were you not? You had fallen asleep prior." You let out a sigh as you proceeded to wrap your arms around his waist. "I suppose you are right..."

"Will you be alright?" Inquired Ithaqua as he ran a hand through your hair, twirling a strand between his fingers. "With you here, I'll always be okay." The male beamed in response, lightly resting his chin on your head as he held you in his arms. Rays of moonlight shone upon the two of you as you slipped into slumber.

"Rest well, Y/N."