#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."

[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

[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.

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[konigsblog]

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

[sailorstar9]

Step-Sister Plotted To Marry F/N To A Scumbag, Now She's Stunned F/N Married Someone Way Better

Warning: Modern AU

A/N: Zhongli is a simp for F/N

A/N 2: Happy belated birthday, Zhongli. I'm sorry this took so long.

At a high-class banquet, F/N's stepsister publicly accused her of lacking restraint.

F/N covered her neck and gave the CEO of Qixing Holdings a playful slap on the wrist. “I told you to be gentle, but you never listen, acting just like a dog.”

Instead, Zhongli broadly smiled and said, “Sweetheart, it's all my fault.”

This was F/N's fifth blind date that month.

Under the table, F/N used her purse to block the hand from her blind date. When she looked up, she met a pair of greasy eyes. Unable to hold back any longer, she stood up abruptly and said, “Since Wen Cheng is uncomfortable, I'll leave first.”

As soon as F/N spoke, her stepmother, Qing Ling, objected. “I know F/N has high standards, but Wen Cheng is also a young talent. Don't let the two kids miss out just because I introduced them.”

F/N's father frowned disapprovingly at Qing Ling's words. “F/N, what exactly do you want your aunt to do to make you satisfied? Your aunt hasn't been eating or sleeping well these days because of your blind dates.”

F/N's stepsister, Ying Tai, handed her a glass of wine and tactfully interrupted F/N's father. “Dad, F/N didn't mean it.”

“But I do.” F/N smiled mischievously.

For a moment, Ying Tai's smile froze and she handed F/N the wine in her hand. “F/N, represent our family in toasting Wen Cheng as a gesture of good will from our family.”

Upon hearing this, F/N's father's expression softened considerably. “Ying Tai is the sensible one.”

Wen Cheng, with a sticky look, said, “It's okay. I actually like when people aren't sensible.”

F/N snatched the glass from Ying Tai's hand and splashed every drop on Wen Cheng's face without hesitation. “What daydream are you having?” she mockingly sneered.

Not long after leaving the private room, F/N keenly sensed that something was amiss. She hadn't expected to escape Ying Tai's wine glass on the surface but she hadn't evaded the sinister tactics of the mother and daughter behind her back. Her thoughts spiralled out of control; her temperature rose rapidly and her blood boiled. Through the reflective decorations, she faintly saw her cheeks turn scarlet and she didn't need to guest that Qing Ling and Ying Tai were up to no good. They might have even conspired with that male model, dog-llke and scrupulous Wen Cheng.

F/N then dodged the security guard-like figures and stumbled into the elevator, slamming a palm on the close button.

It was only then did F/N realize she was not alone in the elevator.

A man in a meticulously tailored high-end suit, casting a tall and imposing figure. With the light enhancing his graceful and proud demeanour.

Most importantly, this man was F/N's college senior Zhongli.

F/N's mind was already spinning. “Save me.” she pleaded, feeling her body going slack. As her consciousness faded, she could feel Zhongli carry her in his arms.

When F/N woke up, she was in a hotel room. The symptoms on her body hadn't eased, but had worsened. Mutely enduring the discomfort, F/N was already planning on how to deal with Qing Ling and Ying Tai the next day.

Zhongli hovered over F/N's side of the bed, a glass of aloe vera juice in hand. “Drink. You have to take responsibility for me.” he sat down beside F/N. “My family has strict rules; we are not allowed to share a room with the opposite gender. If such a situation occurs , I am obligated to make the woman my wife.” he then asked F/N to marry him and make him her legal husband.

A notification then popped up on F/N's still charging phone; a document had been sent to her phone: Zhongli's asset list.

Zhongli, as the CEO of Qixing Holdings, had an impressive display of properties and countless investments that showcased his immense wealth. “After marriage, half of these will belong to you.” he informed.

That removed any hesitation on F/N's part, “Good morning, honey.”

Zhongli and F/N walked out of the marriage registry office with their marriage certificate.

A black Rolls Royce with three licence plates from different places quietly waited outside.

F/N then returned home for a visit; not to announce the joyous news of her marriage to Zhongli to the world. Such a big surprise was meant to give Qing Ling and Ying Tai a huge shock.

At the door of F/N's house...

“Dad, Mom, F/N finally back.” Ying Tai looked out from the glass window of the living room. “Where did you go last night? How come you changed your clothes? And it's a limited edition.” she started bombarding F/N with questions, undoubtedly trying to stir up F/N's father's anger.

“What's going on?” F/N father, on the sofa, turned to look at Ying Tai impatiently.

“It's nothing.” F/N just grinned. “I just came back to get some stuff.”

With F/N out of earshot, Qing Ling dutifully worried about F/N's marriage.

Angrily, F/N's father scolded F/N as an disobedient daughter, but couldn't mess with her position in the company. After all, F/N was his only biological heiress. Ying Tai was only a year younger than F/N; Qing Ling was one of F/N's father's secretaries before with Ying Tai being rumoured to be F/N's father's illegitimate daughter.

After F/N's mother's death in a car accident, Qing Ling quickly married F/N's father with Ying Tai, hoping to inherit the family's fortune. Qing Ling had spent years sowing discord between F/N and her father. After finding out that F/N's father had appointed F/N as deputy director with the intention of her taking over the company, Qing Ling, eager to bind F/N for her own interests, came up with the idea of blind dates to interfere with F/N's marriage.

However, both F/N and her father were not fools; on Ying Tai's first day at home, F/N had pulled out the DNA test she had kept secretly at hand and showing that there were no blood relation. In addition to ensuring F?N that she was his sole inheritor, F/N's father had also asked her to turn a blind eye to Qing Ling and Ying Tai,

When Ying Tai saw F/N pull her luggage down the staircase, she exaggeratedly covered her mouth. “Don't make dad angry again. If he finds out you're living with another man...”

F/N sneered, “If you have time to care about me, you'd better worry more about yourself.”

Seeing F/N was way too calm, Ying Tai grew suspicious and hurried to her room.

For some time, Zhongli's and F/N's martial life was relatively peaceful, until Ying Tai posted a group photo, with the caption screaming out about the breathtaking love story of Zhongli and Guizhong; Guizhong had been in love with Zhongli for many years. In the centre of photo, Zhongli and Guizhong gazed at each other from a distance as if an entire country had passed between them.

F/N's heart was immediately doused in ice cold water and she threw the cufflinks she had given the cheating Zhongli into the trash can.

Just then, a message came from Zhongli: I have reserved a table of two at a couple's restaurant; tonight at 7 Col 30.

That night, instead of directly confronting Zhongli, F/N lumbered into a host club where she was introduced to a newcomer.

The club's dazzling lights were suddenly blocked by a slender figure, casting a dark shadow in front of F/N and a familiar voice whispered into F/N's ear, “Is this how you accuse me of cheating, my dear?”

Zhongli stood in the backlight, his expression vague.

“Big Boss...” the young host stammered and got up, giving his spot to Zhongli.

“Let's talk about it when we get back.” Zhongli heaved F/N into a fireman's carry and carried her to his car.

In the Zhongli's car...

“F/N, regarding your accusations just now, I can only prove my innocence.” Zhongli assured. “I waited for you at the restaurant for two hours. When you didn't arrive, I had to use some means to find you.”

F/N pulled out her phone and saw a bunch of missed calls and unread messages from Zhongli and her assistant. Finding Ying Tai's social media and demanded, “What's the deal with you and your ex rekindling things?”

Zhongli immediately silenced F/N with a heavy kiss on the lips.

In Zhongli's house...

“Don't move.” Zhongli carried F/N into the house over his shoulder. “No infidelity, no moonlight tryst.” his deep, rational voice sounded in F/N's ear after he settled her onto the study desk. “Only you.” as tender kisses landed on F/N's neck, she turned her head away and met the gaze of the entire bookshelf; the entire wall was filled with photos from different periods of F/N's life.

t was then, everything clicked in F/N's mind and she cautiously asked, “Zhongli, you do like me?”

“I love you, F/N.” Zhongli replied without hesitation. “Now, I want to fulfil my husbandly duties with you.”

The next morning...

F/N was awakened by a phone call, her father's voice was roaring on the other end, but F/N just hung up, too exhausted to even answer.

A second call came in from Qing Ling; if she hadn't pulled that stunt, F/N wouldn't have remembered that today was her father's birthday. She went to great lengths to arrange the banquet.

Zhongli had already gone to work early in the morning, so F/N booked an appointment with the styling studio after informing Zhongli.

After doing her hair, F/N rushed to the banquet scene where Qing Ling was chatting with Ying Tai with various guests enjoying themselves.

Ying Tai was the first to notice F/N, “F/N, dad has been waiting for you for a long time.” her voice as exaggerated as her expression.

Many people around cast strange looks at F/N.

Amidst whispers and murmurs, F/N's father approached from not too far away. Pointing at her, he sneered, “If Ying Tai hadn't said, I wouldn't have known I had a daughter like you.”

Qing Ling tried to whitewash the situation, “What are you talking about? F/N works hard at the company and isn't often home.”

“Yes, dad.” Ying Tai chimed in. “F/N is so busy at work every day, unlike me, who just stays at home.”

F/N's father immediately made a decision, “Since you're busy with work, I've decided to let Ying Tai join the company as the Director of the Marketing Department.”

“Thank you, dad.” Ying Tai's eyes lit up with joy. “I will strive to be like F/N.”

F/N smirked mockingly; when she was initially placed in the company, she was only assigned to lead a small team in a business unit. She had rotated through various Departments in the company and worked hard to secure several major deal, before securing the general manager position. In F/N's father's eyes, she had no sense of belonging to the family, no respect for him as family head and her contributions to the company was merely expected. F/N knew with her father still at the helm, the company will not prosper; so she figured it was time for him to step down and let her take over.

“F/N, Wen Cheng is here.” Ying Tai suddenly grabbed F/N, excitement sparkling in her eyes. “The last time we met, Wen Cheng said he really liked you but you left too soon to get to know him better.”

F/N shrugged indifferently, “If you think he's so great, why don't go on a blind date with him? You can have this blind date prospect all to yourself. I think you two make a good match.”

Ying Tai grew green in anger, only to have Qing Ling pull her daughter away before the situation escalated. Qing Ling had intended to use the birthday celebration banquet to let Ying Tai select a desirable match for herself.

F/N was quietly nursing a cup of iced water in a corner when suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. She glanced at the door and locked eyes with the newcomer.

Zhongi, locating his wife, made his way to F/N through the crowd with his assistant in tow.

At the heart of the banquet where Qing Ling and Ying Tai were mingling with the guests, they saw the scene and their pupils contracted. Qing Ling knew her opportunity had arrived; the young man in front of her was the youngest person in power: even the status F/N's family had painstakingly achieved was a mere subsidiary in Zhongli's eyes. Most importantly, he rarely attended events; his presence here indicated something that interested him. No matter who he's interested in right now, it will eventually become Ying Tai's possession. Her face lit up with a brilliant smile as she took Ying Tai's hand and approached Zhongli to chat.

“Mr. Zhongli, your presence here truly honours us.” Qing Ling wasted no time in pushing Ying Tai forward. “This is my youngest daughter, Ying Tai. She has admired you for a long time. Would you honour us with a dance?”

“No time.” Zhongli's icy tone shot the mother-daughter pair down.

“What's this?” Ying Tai whined, pointing to F/N's neck with fake concern after Zhongli took F/N's hand to lead her to the dance floor. “Don't make dad angry again. The last time you didn't come home at night, dad ended up in hospital because of you. My friends saw you alone at the hospital last time. You should take care of yourself, even if it's a misunderstanding.”

Her declaration sent the guests talking and F/N's father stood on the side, his face turning ashen.

F/N held Zhongll's hand and boldly declaring in front of everyone, “Let me introduce you all, this is my husband. I told you to be discreet last night, but you didn't listen.” she smacked Zhongli's arm playfully.

“Honey, it's all my fault.” Zhongli admitted. “I believe there's no need to explain our matters to others.”

Ying Tai who had just shed a few tears, froze, whilst Qing Ling's face turned unpleasant.

“F/N is my lawful wife and I won't want to hear any slander or defamation against her from others.” Zhongli announced. “This is just a warning and I hope there won't be a next time.”

“We hope you cooperate with our work.” Zhongli's assistant stepped in. “If there's a next time, our Legal Department will fully defend the Lady's rights.”

“Uncle,” Zhongli turned to F/N's father. “Rest assured, I will always treat F/N well. She hasn't been treated well under your care and I don't have the grace to call you anything else but uncle. As for the collaboration you mentioned before, I suggest you manage the right people. You're getting old and it's time to pass the baton to the younger generation.”

After the banquet...

F/N's father was admitted to the hospital after the shocking revelation; he had been too indulgent in his younger years and his body revealed many hidden illnesses as he aged.

F/N slammed down any chances of Qing Ling and Ying Tai's vying for power hard; even before Qing Ling was appointed Director, she was escorted out by security. She even made sure the evidence of Ying Tai not being his biological child was placed by her father's sick bed.

Seeing that their former Director was done for, the company shareholders began siding with F/N and allowing her to take over the company smoothly.

[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

[ash-rigby]

I have a holiday off from work starting today through to January 6th! I am determined to get my current WIP finished and posted before the year is out 💪 I didn't write much in terms of monster stuff this year. It's been a rollercoaster of one for me to say the least; hence fewer stories. But I'm hoping to do more in 2025! ✨

[clonerightsagenda]

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

[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.

[windupaidoneus]

im fucking serious about this shit ill even elaborate FURTHER.

in the event of drugs being normalised/encouraged in ancient society one might counter argue that he'd start doing drugs hard as fuck because that was the thing to do. wrong. the society he idealises is a very warped version of his personal ideals. he cannot see the issues in ancient society & he would likely argue nobody would ever do drugs in ancient society because they were that much better. other case scenario, "back in MY day drugs were good & respectable. unlike your pathetic good for nothing... things". but i find the former more likely

if questioned about his drinking habits bc whether he likes it or not alcohol is a drug as well hed probably tell you to mind your business or have some well prepared excuse/reasoning as to why it's different bc he cant not have the upper hand in any given situation especially a social one

i get the appeal of seeing him do hard drugs in his #griefinduceddecadence but i just do not think it fits his character when you really get to thinking about him. it fits on surface level. but looking at all his everything closer to me it makes more sense if he doesnt do them

that said i think in a modern au of sorts he could do drugs. u could convince him. someone could convince him. surely he'd have less of a stick up his ass. surely hed have.. soemthing else... up his ass... 👁️

& of course in MY PERSONAL TIMELINE hes a lot more amenable to doing drugs after everything has happened. hildegarde can make him try eorzean meth. i think theyd have fun. lest we forget hilde is an alchemist by trade he could make that shit at home!!. idk if he WOULD but i mean honestly he just might

[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.

[secretfreakyblog]

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

[mooseyspooky]

I'm having to rewrite a smut scene in vampire Johnny to better match the vibe of what's going on in the rest of the scene, so here is the cut snippet for those interested:

Because this bed is where Andy and I fucked. It's where we slept. It's where we hid out when the world was too much for us. The last time I saw him had been in this room. Steven's scent, his presence, all felt so out of place. Like a phantom in a faded old photograph. 

“Steven -” I murmured, shutting my eyes. “I…I need to change the sheets first. If that's alright.”

Steven gave me a perplexed look then silently rolled himself off of me. I hurried out of the room and went to get fresh linens out of the closet down the hall. Once the sheets were changed, I took them down to the kitchen and put them in the wash so I'd not be bothered by the scent of them anymore. Though a part of me wanted to rip them right back out and keep them safely stowed away in my tomb. 

I headed back up to Andy's room and found Steven sprawled on the bed with his hand on his stomach. His face was flushed, and his cock was straining up through his jeans, so I knew he'd been touching himself. Though I wasn't particularly surprised. He'd been randy since I woke up. 

I sat myself on top of him and playfully wriggled my arse down until he started to moan. “Yeah? You need it? You need me to touch you?”

Steven let out a desperate sound, and I suddenly realised he was about to come. I wasn't sure how I knew that, exactly, but I figured it was something to do with the binding ritual. Arousal was as intense an emotion as fear was, after all. 

I lifted myself up so he could breathe then started tugging my shirt off. The buttons kept slipping from my fingers so I yanked it over my head and onto the floor along with my undershirt. I rolled over onto my back to get my jeans off, but Steven pinned me and began to kiss along my shoulder. I wrapped my legs around him with a loud moan then tilted my head to the side so he could have better access to my neck. 

The two small scars there, from where I was turned, were especially sensitive, and when Steven sank his teeth into them, I felt my eyes roll back. My cock let out a sudden jet of precome, and I frantically twisted myself up against him for more. 

“Fuck -” A loud buzzing started up in my ears when he did it again, and I blindly tore at my jeans until they were out of the way. I tried to get a hand around my cock, but Steven knocked it away. “I gotta - I gotta come.”

Steven gave me a knowing look as he slid down between my thighs. He pressed his tongue right against my slit, and I couldn’t push him away. I couldn't do anything. My neck was burning. My stomach was tight. I was so fuckin’ close - 

“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck!”

Steven wrapped his mouth around me as I began to come, and in no time at all he started to go lax and loose. I shakily wiped up the mess dripping from his lips and sighed.  

“I told you not to do that, didn't I?” I rumbled, my body still trembling. My cock hadn't gone soft yet, either, and I gave it a few slow pulls just to tease myself. “Just look at the state you're in.”