#use of aphrodisiacs

[seiya-starsniper]

Spoils of War - Dreamling

Rating: Explicit | Status: Complete | Chapters 1/1 | Words: 3.1K

Tags: Warprize Dream, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Human, Dubious Consent, Aphrodisiacs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Hob is a caring lover but he's not above taking advantage of Dream's compromised state, dubious consent becomes full consent, after the drugs wear off

Summary:

“I’m not mad at you," Hob says, gently. He loosens his hold on Dream's scalp ever so slightly. "I’m sorry for scaring you. It’s just someone’s gone and given you something they shouldn't have, and I don’t like that. Tell me who it is, my sweet?” Dream, beautiful thing that he is, shakes his head.

Hob finds out someone's given Dream some aphrodisiacs. Naturally, he wants to help.

Dedicated to the absolutely amazing horny queen @gabessquishytum for inpisiring me with their Warprize Dream AU. Special shoutout to the 🐺 anon for the idea as well.

Edit: I have once again forgotten to tag @dreamlingbingo in my fills LOL. This fic fill square E4: Feel Soulmate's Pain, replaced by High as a kite

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Hob knows the influence of aphrodisiacs immediately.

When he enters his bedroom he’s immediately hit by the cloying smell of sex and sweat, and the sight that greets him is so arresting it stops him in his tracks.

Dream, his prized Dream, is naked and writhing in Hob’s bed, cock gripped tight in one hand, while the other clutches desperately for purchase on the silk sheets. The man’s body is damp with sweat and…is that…

Sure enough, Hob spots a small uncapped bottle of oil sitting on the table next to the bed. Hob can see the bottle is at least half empty, and the evidence of its use is smeared in small wet spots all over the sheets near Dream’s thighs. 

Hob growls, and the noise alerts Dream to his presence. He gasps, immediately letting go of his cock, and makes a poor attempt to cover himself up with his arms.

“Oh don’t stop on my account,” Hob leers, moving towards the bed in the widest strides he can manage. When he climbs onto the mattress, Hob realizes the sheets are practically soaked with Dream’s bodily fluids, and he wonders how long the other man has been at this. Dream is still staring at him like a wild hare caught in a trap, eyes wide and breath uneven. 

“Oh you poor pretty thing,” Hob says, carding his fingers through Dream’s sweat soaked hair. Dream's eyes flutter shut and he moans at the touch, before seemingly returning to his senses and trying to jerk away. Hob doesn't let him. He grabs a fistful of hair and forces the other man to look at him.

“I’m not mad at you," Hob says, gently. He loosens his hold on Dream's scalp ever so slightly. "I’m sorry for scaring you. It’s just someone’s gone and given you something they shouldn't have, and I don’t like that. Tell me who it is, my sweet?” 

Dream, beautiful thing that he is, shakes his head.

“No?” Hob asks, surprised at the other man's altruism. “You don't need to protect them, you know. They've left you at my mercy, with no relief in sight.”

Hob releases his grip on Dream's hair and drops his hand to the man's cheek instead. He brushes away a stray tear track, and Dream leans into the touch.

“And while I'd like to say I'm a pious and good king,” Hob continues, dropping his voice to a lower register, letting his arousal at Dream's predicament show. “I'm really not.”

Hob's hand moves lower and Dream groans when fingers brush and pinch at his pebbled nipples.

“In fact,” Hob says, continuing his movements downward towards Dream's beautiful leaking cock.

“I rather like you like this. Helpless.” He brushes a thumb along the tip, still slick with oil, and Dream whines. “Needy.” He squeezes the organ with just enough pressure to make Dream buck into it. “Shall I make you beg for relief, my sweet Dream?”

“Please!” Dream cries out, and Hob's eyes widen in shock. It's the first word Dream's spoken to him since he's arrived.

“Fuck,” Hob grunts, before he starts pumping at Dream’s cock in earnest. “You're really bad off, aren't you?”

Dream wails as Hob continues to stroke him. He thrusts shamelessly in Hob's hand for a few moments before his body stills and come spills across his belly.

“Christ,” Hob mutters, taking in the view of Dream’s newly debauched body. “That's a really effective drug you've been given. You still won't tell me who gave it to you?” At this point, Hob’s ready to promote whoever it is to a fucking knighthood instead of punishing them. 

Dream shakes his head again. “Not important,” he replies, clearly still aroused despite coming just moments earlier. “Just don't…don't leave me alone. Please.”

Hob growls and stands, pulling at his nightclothes and practically tearing them off his body.

Dream watches him, pupils blown wide with want and hunger. His eyes drop down lower as Hob shucks his pants, releasing his cock from its confines. Hob grins when he catches Dream’s gaze.

“Like what you see, pretty thing?” Hob asks, stroking himself to full hardness.

Dream makes a slightly distressed noise when he sees just how well endowed Hob really is.

“It's…too big,” Dream gasps. “It won't…”

“Oh, it'll fit inside that pretty little arse of yours,” Hob says. “I just need to make sure I prepare you properly. I'll have to stretch you out first.” Hob wiggles the digits on his right hand for effect, then dips them into the open bottle of oil. 

“Now turn around for me, sweetling,” he commands. “Elbows and knees.”

Dream moves quickly into position, and Hob bites back a groan as he’s greeted with the sight of his beautiful Dream with his arse in the air. Hob climbs back onto the bed and parts Dream’s cheeks with his hands, rubbing his thumb on the tight muscle of his arsehole. Hob wants to slide his tongue inside that pretty little hole. So he does.

“Ah, ah!” Dream moans as Hob presses his face into his arse, his mouth alternating between sucking and licking at his hole. “What are you-?”

“Isn't it obvious?” Hob chuckles, breath ghosting over Dream’s rim. “I'm tasting my prize.” Hob then spread’s Dream’s cheeks wider to give himself better access, before he plunges his tongue inside.

Dream is so very tight, and it is an effort for the king to fully push his tongue past the initial breach. Hob does not normally enjoy the sour flavor of another man’s arse, but he relishes in the taste of Dream, and he’s encouraged further by the lewd moans that escape from the other man’s mouth. Before long, Dream is pushing his hips back on Hob’s tongue, trying to get him to go deeper inside.

“Wait!” Dream cries suddenly, his whole body suddenly seizing. “I-I can’t I- Ahhhh!” Hob then feels the other man's entire body shudder as he comes for the second time that night. Hob groans and withdraws his tongue to admire his handiwork. 

Dream is barely holding himself up on his elbows, and his hips are shaking as the orgasm washes over his body. Hob finds himself even more aroused, painfully so, at having been able to bring Dream to completion twice now, and he’s barely even touched him.

“Can't believe you came just from that,” Hob says appreciatively, running his hands along Dream’s hips, and pulling them to rest against his cock. “I didn't even touch your pleasure spot.”

“Pleasure…spot?” Dream mumbles, still dazed from his orgasm. 

“Mmm,” Hob confirms. “There's one inside every man. Can easily be reached by fingers,” he adds, rubbing his thumb against Dream's hole. “But it feels much better when a cock hits it.”

“How…How do you-”

Hob laughs. “A King is never denied his pleasure,” he says, reaching for the oil again. “And I've had many. I've been wanting to teach them to you ever since you got here.”

“I - ohhhh,” Dream moans as Hob drips more oil onto his arse and rubs it along the entrance to his hole.

“Like that?” Hob asks, slipping his index finger inside.

“Yes, oh gods, yes,” Dream replies, pushing his hips back, driving Hob deeper inside him.

“Someone's greedy,” Hob growls. He already wants to add a second finger, wants so badly to stick his cock inside the tight wet heat of Dream. He’s almost certain the drug is keeping the other man’s body more relaxed than it otherwise would have been, but even so, Hob doesn’t want to tear the poor man apart on his first time. He wants this experience to be just as pleasurable for Dream as it will be for him. It may be the only opportunity he gets to bed this beautiful, stunning creature. 

“Ah ah, please, more,” Dream groans when Hob crooks his finger just so. Hob responds by burying his finger as far as it will go, and he just barely feels the lump of Dream's pleasure spot under the pad of his finger. Dream jerks when Hob touches it, and screams.

“Found it,” Hob crows triumphantly.

Dream opens up beautifully for Hob on his fingers afterwards. Hob finds the other man’s pleasure spot much more easily once he adds a second finger, and Dream’s wanton cries nearly push Hob over the precipice of his own pleasure. It's been some time since Hob has been so affected by a lover. He's quite certain Dream's going to ruin him for any future ones.

When Hob pushes a third finger inside, Dream's body shudders through another orgasm, his cock only managing to release a few pitiful drops of come. Hob can tell the other man is wrung out, and he pauses with his fingers still in Dream's arse, waiting to see if the other man is too tired to continue. Hob may not be a good man, but he's not a beast. He won't fuck an unconscious body.

But Dream doesn't lose consciousness, much to Hob's surprise. His hips eventually push back against Hob's hand once more, and then his head slowly lifts to meet Hob's gaze. The look Dream levels at him is still fogged by the aphrodisiac, but the intention is clear as a summer day. 

Don't stop. 

Hob withdraws his fingers and reaches for the oil once more, the bottle nearly empty from the liberal amount he’d used to open Dream up. But there is just enough left to coat his cock and within seconds, he has himself positioned right where he's wanted to be all night.

“Ready for me, my sweet Dream?” Hob asks, breathless. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Hob sinks himself slowly into that warm, tight heat and it takes all of his self control not to come immediately. Dream whines with each slow push of Hob’s hips, and Hob listens to make sure the man is still breathing through the intrusion.

Fuck you’re still so tight,” Hob moans. “Are you all right, my Dream?”

Dream’s only answer is a guttural cry and the wiggle of his hips as he tries to take more of Hob inside him. Hob takes that as permission to sink even faster into him, and before he knows it, his pelvis is flush with Dream’s arse. He takes a moment to breathe through the pressure they must both be feeling at the tight fit.

“I’ve got you,” Hob murmurs, rubbing his hands soothingly along Dream’s spine. “You’re doing so well for me, sweet thing, you’re so, so, good.”

Dream seems to keen under the praise, and he responds in tiny little whines and please please please, more more. 

Hob pulls out ever so slightly, and when he pushes himself back inside Dream, they both moan at the contact. Hob then sets to the task of fucking the other man in earnest, keeping the pace moderate and gentle, so that Dream can still get used to to the size of him. 

Dream sobs loudly when Hob manages to find that spot inside him, and it’s then that Hob realizes something is amiss, has been amiss all night, in fact. 

“My little Dream,” Hob croons as his hands roam over Dream’s arse. “Have you forgotten my name?"

Dream’s head whips behind him suddenly, and Hob barely holds back a laugh at the shocked look on the other man’s face. So the little tart was withholding that on purpose then. He snaps his hips particularly hard, and it has the intended effect of making Dream howl in agonized pleasure. 

“Dream,” Hob says again, thrusting back quickly, too quickly, into the other man. “What’s my name?”

“R-R-Robert, ah!”

“Tsk. Incorrect.” Hob spanks Dream’s left arsecheek, and the other man yelps in surprise. He tries to scoot forward and away, but Hob wraps an arm around his hips, and then uses his free hand to spank the other cheek.

“Not my Christian name, pretty thing,” Hob growls, rubbing at the reddened flesh before swatting at it again. “I gave you a name only you could call me when you arrived. Now what was it?”

“Hob!” Dream yells, thrashing wildly in his arms. “Hob, please, no more, I need-” 

“Need what, my sweet Dream?” Hob asks with false sweetness. “What does my little pet need from his king?”

“Please,” Dream whines, practically sobbing as he pushes himself back onto Hob’s cock. “Fuck me, Hob.”

Hob hums, pleased. “Good boy.” He snaps his hips hard once more, and Dream howls.

Whatever thin veneer of patience remained in Hob’s body is shattered as he finally gives into the animalistic urge to fuck into this pretty little body as hard and as fast as possible. 

Dream cries and whines through the whole ordeal, finally giving up the last of his pride and calling Hob by name when thrusts his hips at just the right angle inside.

"That's right," Hob pants, tightening his grip on Dream's hips and plunging back inside the tight clutch of his body. “See how good I can be for you, sweetling? I could give you this every night if you wanted.”

Dream's response, apparently, is to clench down hard on Hob's cock.

Ah fuck!" Hob shouts. He manages a few more hard thrusts, aiming as close to Dream's sensitive area as he can, before he roars his orgasm, spilling hot and fast into Dream's arse.

Hob collapses on top of Dream's back, breathing heavily and inhaling the smell of their mingled scents. Dream whines and tips over to his side when Hob pulls his cock out. The raven haired man is always beautiful, but he's especially beautiful now, breathless and naked and curled up in Hob's bed.

Hob gathers the smaller man into his arms and arranges their bodies so that Dream's back is pressed to Hob's chest. He runs his fingers idly along Dream's still hard nipples, and it's only when he looks down to admire them that Hob notices something is not quite right.

"Oh you poor thing, you didn’t come," Hob coos, dropping his hand from Dream's chest to his cock. Dream whines and thrashes when Hob squeezes it, clearly overstimulated despite still being aroused.

"Hob, no, I-I can't c-come again, it's too much I-" Dream tries to protest but Hob shushes him gently.

"You can, my pretty little Dream," Hob says, right as a wicked idea enters his mind.

Hob sits up from their cuddling position and presses Dream gently onto his back. Dream only protests a little before Hob positions himself and brings his head down to lick at the tip of Dream's cock.

Dream thrashes and tries to thrust his hips up, but Hob pins them down with his arms. Dream is a very sensitive lover, and Hob loves how reactive his body is, but he needs the other man to keep still for this particular activity. Hob would prefer not to accidentally choke to death on cock just because Dream was overenthusiastic.

"Stay still for me, my sweetling," Hob murmurs. "I'll make you come soon, I promise."

"Ho-o-ob," Dream sobs, shaking beneath him. "Please."

Hob doesn't think he'll ever get tired of hearing this beautiful man say please.

Without further fanfare, Hob takes Dream's cock into his mouth and sucks at the tip, gentle at first, then harder once he's certain he can hold Dream down when he reacts to the stimulation.

It doesn't take much effort before Dream is shuddering underneath his touch, and Hob happily accepts the miniscule drops of come he manages to wring from Dream's overworked cock. Sucking cock is yet another activity Hob prefers not to engage in himself, but he thinks he could get used to sucking on Dream's, if the other man lets him after tonight.

Hob realizes there are a lot of things he'd do for Dream if the other man asked. It's a dangerous thing, being so affected by another individual like this. Hob finds he doesn't quite care at the moment as he crawls back up Dream's body and arranges them in their previous position, Dream's back pressed to Hob's front. He doesn't remember when he falls asleep.

When Hob wakes the next morning, it is to a warm wetness at the base of his cock. He is also lying on his back and there is something weighted pressing down on his thighs.

Hob opens his eyes and lifts his head to look down at what exactly is happening beneath his hips.

Dream's eyes snap to his, and Hob moans out loud when he realizes the other man has Hob's cock in his mouth.

"Well good morning to you too," Hob says cheekily. "Don't let me stop what you're doing, I'm rather enjoying it."

Dream's eyes stay locked on Hob's for a few moments longer, and Hob notices right away that they are no longer hazy and unfocused, but clear.

Dream sinks his mouth further down onto Hob's cock, and Hob gasps when the other man takes him to the hilt. He only barely manages not to thrust into Dream's throat, but it's a near thing with the way Dream drools and gags with each bob of his head.

When he feels the familiar tightening in his loins, Hob places his hand in Dream's hair and gently tugs the man off his cock. Dream grumbles in displeasure as Hob sits up and pulls the other man into his lap. 

"As much as I'd love to come down that pretty little throat of yours," Hob rumbles, biting at Dream's ear, and gripping one of his buttocks possessively. "I haven't gotten my fill of this arse yet."

Dream huffs. "Will you be able to make me come on your cock this time?" he asks, making Hob's jaw go slack. Hob can practically feel the man smirking against his shoulder. 

"Oh, you're a brat when you're sober, are you?" Hob growls, now fully awake, before he flips their positions and pins Dream underneath him. From his new vantage point, Hob can see the clear challenge mixed with heat in Dream's eyes. Hob resolves to not come before he's given Dream at least three orgasms on his cock alone.

"I know just what to do with a little tart like you," Hob grins, cock already in hand.

Dream's returning grin is sharp and feral as he parts his legs, Hob's come still dripping out from his puffy hole.

"Then show me."

[bigassmoonchild]

Maple Syrup

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: All you needed was to contain the aphrodisiac, make an antidote just in case, and go home. But working with the 141 was never that simple, and now you and Ghost would find out how it worked. Up close and personal.

Content Tags: Vague kidnapping near the beginning, Sex Pollen, Smut, PiV Sex, Fingering, Fuck or Die, Mild Dubious Consent (consent is gained after pollen gets inhaled), No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: Honest to god, I've been trying to write a story based on this thought alone. I can't even get it started but maybe this will get me. There also needs to be more Omegaverse written for COD, there can be some interesting stuff from it. Lmk if you want more of this, i'm exhausted <3 (p.s. I've changed the summary like, 10 times and idk how to feel about it)

Next, Headcannons, Masterlist

"Gaz, are we clear to enter?" Ghost asked into the comms. Gaz had gone into the building first, alongside Soap, to clear out the path you and Ghost would take. It was almost a straight shot, it felt too easy to get to the weapon you were there for. Maple Syrup, they had called it, even though it was an airborne weapon. You could hear a few shouts of a language, it sounded Russian but you weren't entirely sure, but you didn't have long to dwell on it as they stopped with a few gunshots.

Another few grunts came through before Gaz finally responded. "We're all clear in here, we still need to sweep a few rooms closer to Docs target, but you should be good to enter," he answered. Ghost nodded at you and led the way in, gun resting on his shoulder as he looked every which way. You knew it was a safety precaution, but you trusted Gaz.

You always trusted easily, it was in your nature. You were an Omega, and having trust in the people meant to protect you felt natural. You trusted your pack, even if you hadn't been a part of it for too long.

Maybe you shouldn't trust as easily.

Ghost shoved you into the wall next to you and started firing, bullets whistling past your ears as you ducked low. It reeked of sex, of Alphas and Omegas in heat or rut. Even through the military grade suppressant you could smell it, and it hurt. Ghost ducked around the corner, more gunshots echoing before a grunt came from him, and you heard the sound of a body dropping.

You didn't think before rounding that corner, seeing Ghost on the ground unmoving shook you. You ran your hands over him to feel for blood, but you couldn't see or feel anything. By the time you got to his shoulders, you found a needle trapped between his vest and arm, right in the meaty part of his inner-most shoulder. You plucked it off of him without thinking, tossing it to the side before pressing to feel for anything left inside.

You hadn't noticed the people advancing behind you, had ignored the calling from the comms or footsteps coming from the same direction Gaz and Soap were supposed to be in, but you felt the prick of the needle on your back. With a shout, you fell forwards, catching yourself from falling face first into the ground. You attempted to crawl forwards, get away from the men approaching from the back, but the medication they pumped into you caught up quicker than you could move.

It was with a groan that you sat up, swallowing thickly at the sickly sweet taste in your mouth. You tried wiping your face, but your hands moved slower than they felt, missing twice before wiping the area around your mouth. Pulling your hand back, a thin, dark red coating came back on them. You blinked hard, trying to remember what you had come here for.

The Maple Syrup mist. You couldn't remember much else about it, your mind moving at about the same speed as the namesake for the pollen-like substance. It was airborne. You knew that. There was something especially dangerous about it that a lot of the countries who knew about it wanted it gone. You were hired to make sure that no matter what happened, there was an anti-dote for it.

Something like that.

You blinked back into it when the door to wherever you were creaked open. You glanced up slowly, blinking at the men who entered and grabbed you, speaking loudly at you. What were they talking about? It wasn't Russian, you hadn't been in Russia or near any of their allies when you'd been grabbed.

You wouldn't understand it, your mind was moving at half the speed they were dragging you at. A few twists and turns, some scattered conversation floating around, and being dropped twice was what it took for you to be tossed into a similar room as your first. You laid face first on the ground, the cold helping to clear your head slightly.

Small cramps started in your back, twinging you every few seconds. A voice came over a loudspeaker, whatever they were saying it was something they were very pleased with. You turned, slowly, onto your back before crawling backwards to lean onto the wall behind you.

Maple Syrup. What the hell about it was so important they sent the 141 after it? Something something, military grade suppressants. The suppressants. Maple Syrup could break through military grade suppressants. You groaned, the cramps moving through your back and into your stomach. You could feel the heat, all-encompassing, starting to wash over you.

A loud, long creak echoed from the area to your left, and your head dropped to your shoulder as you turned it to look at the wall. A scent came wafting from the slowly opening crack in the wall, growing headier as the walls fully opened up. It was musky, with leather and tobacco, hints of the gunpowder you often smelled back on base. It made your mouth water.

The groan from the corner directly next to you startled you back into the present. As your eyes adjusted to the new lighting between the two rooms, a dark shape became clearer in the corner. A skull mask was lying tossed a few meters from it, and as your vision cleared up more, you could tell it was Ghost.

His head hardly moved as his eyes found yours, staring through you from beneath the balaclava.

"What's the verdict, Doc?" He grumbled, deep in his throat.

"Dosed with Maple Syrup," you whispered back, and his head fell back down between his legs.

A short, harsh sound came from him, it had to be a laugh, "then what's gonna happen to us?"

"When was your last natural rut?" You looked at him, licking your dried lips. You could see his head move sharply from your peripheral, his eyes flittering up and down. He shook his head, another dry laugh coming from him.

"It's that bad?" You nodded. "Probably since I took my last, longer leave. I think it was four or five years ago, but I don't remember," you blinked slowly. The levels of androstenone in him would be high, especially without a rut to keep him leveled, and the Maple Syrup would only force him to produce more. Too much, and he'd die of something. Whether it would be heat stroke, or dehydration you had no idea.

"If you don't pop a knot or two, you'll die. Heat stroke, maybe dehydration, but you'll die. I don't know the exact amount of androstenone inside of you, but if it gets too high you could be forced into a feral rut," you glanced over at him, his eyes scrunched shut, a low groan coming from his throat. He glanced back up to you, his eyes softened and fear started to lace his scent.

Ghost shook his head. "If I go feral, I'll kill you. I can't, Doc, I don't wanna kill you," his voice grew more strained as his sentence wore on.

"I'll be fine," you gave him a soft smile. "I'm going to go into heat, and if I don't get a knot, I'll die. I don't know if the weapon shit is able to counteract the birth control part of the suppressants, but I don't feel good. I need you to fuck me, Ghost," you whispered the last part. He shook his head. "You have my permission, so it's up to you to act," you swallowed again, eyes shutting as sweat beaded down your neck.

It was getting hot. Too hot, and you could feel your slick pooling and soaking through your pants. You could smell it, and you knew he could smell it. You could hear the panting breaths he took, the grunts he let out. A long, low growl came from him and his heavy steps inched closer to you.

Ghost grabbed you by the back of your neck, shoving you forward into the ground and scenting your throat deeply. He tore at the neck of your shirt, ripping it to let him get more of your scent. He licked a long line, sucking into the base of your neck softly as his teeth grazed along it.

He stuffed his fingers under your pants and panties, leaving you whining as two of his fingers brushed past your clit and buried into you. Even feral, the Alpha was trying to take care of you. They curled and pressed against you, leaving you writhing under him as you whined for more.

Pleasure blossomed in your abdomen, the heel of his hand grazing against your clit with each pump his fingers made, leaving you throbbing around his fingers. Ghost was able to get one more finger in you, nosing up your neck before sucking a dark hickey into your neck, teeth grazing along your neck and nipping you here and there, soothing it with a lick.

He tugged his fingers out of you, dragging your pants and panties down before shoving his down as well. He rutted his cock against your folds, soaking himself in your slick before sliding inside of you. A long, loud moan tore out of your throat as he kept sliding further and further into you, bottoming out with a growl from him.

Writhing against him with your mouth hanging open, he dragged himself out of you before rutting back in. Your nails scratched against the floor beneath you, you could feel your heartbeat in your clit and Ghost against your back.

Licking and sucking at your scent gland, Ghost dragged his face against it and growling. You could feel him throb inside of you, heat flooding you with his cum. A long whine came from your throat, hips pushing back and out against him as his fingers found your clit, rubbing in soft but quick strokes. Heat shredded through your abdomen, sliding through the rest of your body as your orgasm tore through your body.

You could feel your clit pulse with each heartbeat, his fingers not waning from stroking it, shocks flowing through you with each stroke. You thought you could feel tears pouring down your face, mouth wide open as you groaned. Ghost pulled out, letting you drop to the ground on your stomach before he flipped you over, pulling your legs to his shoulders and rocking his cock back inside of you.

Dropping your head back, your mouth still gaped open as he filled you once more. You could feel his knot catching onto you each time he thrust, leaving you whining. Ghost dropped back down, mouthing at your scent gland once more, leaving his open for your own mouth.

Pushing his balaclava away from his gland, you took licks of his for yourself. He tasted good, so good, his scent flooding into your mouth, you had to pull back just enough so that you could breathe. He grunted with each thrust, his abdomen brushing against your clit with every other thrust, your legs pushed into your chest.

Each thrust left you whining for more, faster, harder even if he couldn't hear or understand you through the feral rut. You felt tears pooling in your eyes again, dripping down your face as you gasped with each thrust, cunt throbbing around him as his knot caught more and more with every thrust until he couldn't pull out anymore. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt a sharp, stinging pain radiate from your neck before it heated into what almost felt like agonizing pleasure.

It burned white hot and you clawed at his arms, hips bucking against his, which were just barely thrusting against you, trying to pump you full and pump deep.

When he finally released your neck, he let out a long groan as his own orgasm seemed to finally wash over him. Ghost let his head drop to your shoulder, his hips trying to thrust harder and you couldn't stop yourself from biting down on his own gland in turn.

It was hard to see the way his mouth dropped open under the balaclava and his eyes roll back, but from what you could see it left you moaning against his neck.

It took you a few minutes to come back to when you released his neck. All you could taste those few minutes was Ghost, nothing more. You had to gasp for actual oxygen as his taste nearly embedded itself in your mouth.

From the moment you released his neck, to the moment you became more aware of what was happening, he had adjusted you to sitting in his lap with his back against the wall. You could hear him talking, but your mind was gone. There wasn't pain, but you weren't entirely comfortable. Your neck was sore, and your cunt was still throbbing around him.

He nuzzled your neck, lapping at your now marked gland.

Ghost wasn't entirely sure what would happen, neither of you would be able to hide the marks and even so, he would have to report this. He figured it wouldn't matter, for now, he could wait to figure everything out until you got medevacked and taken care of. Price would know what to do, he always did.

Next

[puppydogcumslvt]

God imagine if aphrodisiac creams/oils actually worked. Like if I’m too bratty or im annoying you to too much you’d tying me down with my legs spread out and I’d have to watch in horror as you pull out the big jar of aphrodisiac oil. You’d spread a heafy amount on my pussy, making sure to rub it in my clit, and step back as you watch it do its magic. I’d turn into a moaning, writhing mess as I try to buck my hips for any sort of relief. And you’d just watch, maybe take a few pictures to show me later with how huge of a slut I am. Then you’d leave me there for hours, making sure to reapply the oils every now and again <3

[konigsblog]

imagine waking up chained to a metal table, with a doctor who wants to do all sorts of experiments on you... (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: You reblogged a slime gif recently and it got me thinking alongside the slime in your womb ask. What if it does something to you, that the slightest brush of something against your cunt/clit/ass will make you cum. Just by having an object inside you, unmoving, you are constantly cumming. Good for the slime, because it can grow and reproduce at a faster rate, but you, you can collapse in the middle of street from a powerful orgasm just because your pants touched your slit. You can grow infinitely

Oh, I can roll with this…

A slime gets into my womb, but instead of just making me horny all the time, it makes me hypersensitive and feeds off of the chemicals my body produces at orgasm. Because of this, it gets bigger and bigger even in the first few days that it’s inside my body - I can’t stop masturbating, cumming over and over again on toys, my fingers, my own fists.

Maybe it also influences other people, so that strangers will sometimes just pull my pants down and fuck me in the street whenever my jeans brush against me in the wrong - or maybe the right - way. Not only does that make me cum even harder, but the slime inside of me can also feed off of the contributions of strangers, creating a feedback loop that sometimes results in a small crowd all waiting to fuck my dripping cunt, the slime compelling other people through some kind of pheromones to help fill my pussy even more.

I can only imagine that I would eventually be left as a perpetually-cumming mess, naked, leaning against my own massive belly and completely broken, only capable of ecstasy as baby slimes pour out of my womb in a near-constant stream. The slime came a long way from turning me into a run-of-the-mill kinky wierdo into a mindless breedsack - but I wouldn’t have it any other way, always impossibly swollen and always obsessed with getting more, more, more.

[secretfreakyblog]

give me icecream but sneak in aphrodisiac chocolate in it

give me tea with aphrodisiac honey

give me chocolate covered strawberries

oysters and wine

all without telling me and see how i get and use it, use me to your advantage

[guzhufuren]

"Constellation of stars, I don't see nobody but you."

Li Le and Wang Yunkai in BTS of the aphrodisiac scene from episode 2 of BL Meet You At The Blossom

[clonerightsagenda]

Well I guess I have to stop joking that Barrayarans don't know about female sexuality now that that was a plot point

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: I saw an illustration of a half woman-half centipede, like a centaur. I just keep thinking about being caught by her. She's so much bigger than me, so much stronger. I'm dragged deep into some woods or a cave so no one can hear me calling out for help. I struggle enough to exhaust myself, and then it's so easy for her to hold me in place while her insectoid cock pushes into my boycunt, deep enough to reach my womb. I'm laying against her, my back to her front. My head resting against her breasts as she strokes my hair, softly pumping more and more inside me, telling me what a good job I'm doing. She says she's gonna keep me here, to make sure the eggs stay safe. I'm sure there's too many being pressed inside me, it hurts. She hushes me. Telling me we're almost done but the eggs just keep coming. I don't know if I'm just that sick or if the bites she gave me when she first caught me have something to do with it, but I start feeling so serene and enraptured by everything that's happening. So happy.

Well, if it's some pathetic little human versus someone so powerful, it's an easy match, right? It's so simple for her to drag you away, even with your struggling. It's not like anyone can hear you, anyway; she already chose a target far away from anyone else, and she's making sure she won't be disturbed while she uses you for her needs. She can pull you under her influence by latching onto your neck with sharp fangs and letting you tire yourself out, and from there she has no problems tearing your clothes from your body and pulling you close, stroking your hair and soothing you as her ovipositor pushes into your slick boycunt.

It's big, bigger than anything you've taken before, but her "venom" and your own inability to fight back, weakened by fatigue, work together to make your body so much more pliant and welcoming than it normally would be. Her cock opens you wide up, but it feels so nice that you don't really see any use in resisting, especially because you don't have any energy left to do so. Still, that aching stretch makes you whimper aloud without meaning to, and she's perfectly happy to comfort you as she slides deeper, deeper, pressing right up against your cervix. With a jerk of her hips, her cock pops right through the resistance your body puts up, and you whine.

Her eggs are a different matter altogether, smooth bulges that slide up her ovipositor and squelch wetly into your womb with a gush of slime. Hard-shelled, they easily fill you to your limit and then some, but it's just so nice to be taken care of, even if you're not sure the human body was designed for something like this. She shushes you when you try to say something, reminding you that you can't do anything about it, anyway, so why bother worrying? Just lay back, and she can take care of you, she can make you feel good. All you need to do is be a good incubator for her, and just leave everything else to her.

Your midsection swells with her eggs, and your womb complains, burning, aching. Again, you whine, but your centipede woman is right there for you to rest against as her cock fills you. Her presence is so comforting that you can almost ignore how heavy and round your body is. It's uncomfortable, sure, but there's just something so nice about knowing you'll be taken care of. With her brood safely inside of your body, she has all of her young in one place, and she can just protect you from now on. You don't ever need to worry about anything else.

What will happen when her young hatch? Will you need to lay the eggs first, or will you have to bear the sensation of squirming, leggy bodies inside of you? Will she let you go at that point?

You hope not.

[mane--attraction]

Jotun Physiology Headcanon (with respect to one Loki Laufeyson)

A/N: I FORGOT I STARTED WRITING THIS. I created the draft on October 16, 2020 :,) I think the last time I edited it before this week was like 2022.

 A bit different than what's been on this blog so far, but I've had this concept for years and figured I'd put it out there in my own way. :)

MINORS DNI

Regardless of how “bestial” they are or not (the Asgardians are not exactly reliable narrators), the Jotuns are creatures of the cold; this much is clear. Therefore, one might assume that physical activities that generate too much heat would be less than ideal, especially ones that require skin-to-skin contact, even if they want to engage in it. So, for the continuation of their species, biology might have given them a further incentive: aphrodisiac sexual fluids. Ingesting it (both male and female fluids) is the most immediate way to gain any effects, although the chemicals that create the aphrodisiac portion can also be absorbed through the various membranes during sex (male-giving), although the results aren't as pronounced as swallowing the fluids.

So. Back to Loki. :)

Similar to how he is unable to cause frostbite and other Jotun things in his Asgardian illusion, the effects are less pronounced when Loki appears Asgardian. That isn’t to say it doesn’t work, because it definitely does, but not to the same extent as when he is visually a Frost Giant; in general, the effects double (at a minimum) in his true natural state. Asgardians are not affected much: they just get essentially a buzz, a little push; they may grow warm, a little extra arousal, but nothing major. Humans, being far removed from the conditions of the rest of the Nine Realms (magic and other various things that I have no knowledge of), are far more susceptible to its effects: even a fraction of fluid is enough to start something—a heat in the loins, quickening of the heart, an increased desire...and a full “dose”? Burning need, stronger than the most turned on a person has ever been, enough to take over their thoughts entirely, if it's allowed to get that far. And such an all-consuming desire can only be fulfilled in one way: engaging in sex with the one who caused this altered state. And, even then, it's a bit of a cyclical thing, because the more fluids enter the body, the longer the effects last...but if one does not fuck, then one will be incapacitated for at least a day or few, if not more, depending on how much has been consumed. And this is just the baseline from his Asgardian default; from his Jotun form, expect to become delirious with a need that nothing on Earth could even hope to instill in a person, enough to feel like one will go mad.

Side note: There is no such thing as "a little bit of cum" for male Frost Giants. Naturally, they're typically, well, giants, so it's proportional (mostly). This means that Loki produces an...excessive amount when compared to an Asgardian or a human, regardless of which form he takes. Not typically enough to overflow as an Asgardian, it's a bit more within believability then. As a Jotun, prepare to have him leaking down your thighs. Y'know, if your mind isn't leaking out of your head from wanting him so badly. :)

Did I write this whole thing just to excuse the fact that I wanted Loki to have aphrodisiac cum to write a couple particular scenes that may or may not ever be posted? Yes, yes I did.

[blunderland]

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A gleeful you had been having fun with a certain blond traveler. You've been waiting for this for days - months even! - and you finally captured the cause of your sleepless nights.

Oh what a delight Aether was.

[secretfreakyblog]

give me aphrodisiacs with out me knowing, watch me become a dumb horny mess without knowing why

[marzzficrecs]

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