#want to touch his teeth want to praise him want to muzzle him

[vampydog]

where is my guard dog who lets me play with their mouth, lightly dragging my fingers over their sharp canines while i coo at how good and strong and scary they are. where.

[gingersxng]

Puppy Love

Pairing: f!reader cocker spaniel hybrid x Ateez big!dog hybrids

Genre: smut 18+, fluff

Summary: how would the members act around you when you’re in heat? Some of them can handle it better than others but some have it a bit tougher..

Notes: breeding, breeding kink, pregnancy, bigdick!yungi, knotting, unprotected sex (don’t), degrading, praising, manhandling, marking, heat, much testosterone, aggression, muzzling, fighting, oral, anal sex, cuddling, kissing, bulge kink, scenting, humping, lots of creampies, teasing, bondage. May have forgot something!

a/n: this has been in the making for awhile and I’m finally done and before anyone comes at me.. I know I didn’t make Yunho a golden retriever, cause in this case I felt like a golden isn’t that big, I feel like a Pyrenees dog suits him better. They’re bigger and looks almost like a golden. Thank you!

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Akita!hybrid Hongjoong

Hongjoong is a dominant akita hybrid.

He will stand between you and danger, growling and baring his teeth.

He likes to protect you and keep you close, always by his side.

Hongjoong is a bit rough in the bedroom.

He likes to be a bit aggressive and manhandle you.

He is not afraid to mark you, leaving little bruises and hickeys.

He likes when you are on your hands and knees, your ass in the air and your tail raised.

He likes to grab your hips and pound into your pussy, his cock stretching you.

Hongjoong loves taking control and being dominant.

He will pull you onto his cock and have you sit there, your tight heat enveloping him.

Hongjoong loves it when you ride him.

He likes seeing the faces and noises you make and how your tits bounce as you fuck yourself on his dick.

He loves hearing you beg and moan his name, your pretty mouth open and spit drooling down your chin.

Hongjoong also is into breeding kink.

He loves the idea of filling you up with his cum and knocking you up.

His eyes will be glued to your stomach and he will have a hand on it, rubbing the small bump.

Hongjoong would dote on you and take care of you throughout the pregnancy and after the pups are born.

The akita hybrid would be extremely protective and will growl at anyone who gets near you and his pups.

Bauceron!hybrid Seonghwa

Seonghwa is a pervy and dominant bauceron hybrid who loves to fuck..

He is a dom.

Seonghwa is addicted to how good your pussy feels around him, so much so that he could stay inside you for hours at a time.

He wouldn't even care if his cum was already gushing out of your hole, he wanted to keep you on his cock and locked to him, he wanted to pump your little tummy full of his puppies.

The sight of your body, so small and delicate compared to his own, it made him wanna fuck you till you broke.

Seonghwa also loves to fuck you in the living room where anyone could walk in and see you getting destroyed by him, the thought of other people watching made him cum so hard.

But he don’t want anyone else to touch you, only him, he was the only one allowed to fuck you and make you his.

He loves to mark you up, his big teeth would sink into the junction between your neck and shoulder while his knot would be lodged deep inside of you, he liked the taste of blood and seeing the dark bruise blossom over the bite mark.

It makes his alpha instincts purr happily, knowing that the others would be able to smell him on you and they wouldn't even dare try and touch you.

Seonghwa is just obsessed with breeding you and seeing the proof of his cum dripping out of you, he couldn’t get enough.

All perverse actions aside, when he finally got to be a father he would be the softest and happiest ever, he would protect you and the puppies at all costs and do everything to keep you safe.

Pyrenees!hybrid Yunho

Yunho is an excited pyrenees hybrid.

He is constantly bouncing around and wants to do something.

He likes to play games with you and chase each other around the house, his fluffy ears twitching and his tail wagging.

Yunho is a big dom.

He will take charge and flip you over onto your hands and knees and pound into your pussy.

His cock is slightly bigger than a human's and he will make you beg and cry out.

Yunho is a breed and breeding kink kind of hybrid.

He will always have his hands on your hips, squeezing the skin, and his eyes glued to your ass and pussy.

He has no problem with breeding you.

When you are in heat, he is more than happy to mount you and breed you, his cock pushing inside and his knot growing.

He loves to press down onto the huge bulge under your skin, feeling how deep inside he is, all the way up in your cervix.

He doesn’t care who is around when his dick is buried inside of you. As long as he gets to fuck you full.

Aftercare is a must for Yunho, he loves being rough with you but he always feels that he needs to show you the double amount of love and affection afterwards instead.

He’ll cuddle you in his arms, his warm chest calming you down after your highs.

Will be very protective around you and your puppies, but won’t be as aggressive towards other males as the other hybrids.

Dobermann!hybrid Yeosang

Yeosang is a very laid back but kinda rough dobermann hybrid.

He’s another hybrid that’s very protective over you and would do anything to keep you out of trouble.

He’s guarding you day and night.

In bed he’s very rough but also gentle time to time, there’s very much biting and marking during sex, he loves to sink his long whites into your skin and hear you whimper.

He’s more a dom than a sub.

He would never call you any degrading words ever, he would praise you to the fullest.

He loves to fuck you missionary when he can see your pretty eyes look up at him when he puts his cum into you.

He loves when you tug at his pointy ears as he goes rougher and harder, it gives him more confidence.

People would say he wouldn’t hurt a fly but this hybrid can switch from cute to scary very quick.

Tho he has a soft side he can get aggressive when his hormones are at its highest, he often ends up in a fight with some of the other hybrids when they’re in heat and is forced to wear a muzzle until he’s calmed down.

Nothing can come in the way of you two, he’s overly protective of you especially when you’re pregnant with his litter.

His little tail is wagging when he see how safe you feel in his presence.

Husky!hybrid San

San is an soft and laid back husky hybrid.

He also loves to play with you and chase you around, nipping at your curly ears and tail.

Once he has you pinned under him, he will rub himself all over you, scenting you with his natural husky smell.

He loves to eat your pussy, his long tongue lapping and licking your folds.

He has no shame, his big ice blue eyes staring up at you as his tongue swirls around your clit.

You love his perfectly dorito shaped ears and how his tail wags when he pleases you.

You don’t mind giving him attention and loving on him, letting him hump your leg and grind his cock into you.

He has no problem cumming early and then wanting to go again and again.

He is a very happy boy and has no shame. He doesn't care what others think and has no boundaries.

San is a switch.

He loves when you ride his cock, bouncing on his dick and grinding down on him.

He likes the sight of your tits bouncing and his cock disappearing inside of your pussy.

San is a bit possessive and a bit clingy. He will constantly be attached to you and has no problem scenting you, especially around other male hybrids.

No one is to touch his bitch!

He will give them a warning growl and glare, maybe even give them the “wolf smile”.

A real gentleman through your pregnancy, he’ll literally be on his knees for you and be very gentle with you.

Loves to caress your swollen belly, maybe even talk to it.

San will also give you little kisses and lick at your cheek and ears, nipping playfully and tugging.

He is the perfect daddy.

Great Dane!hybrid Mingi

Mingi is a big and intimidating looking but actually is a softy and himbo great dane hybrid.

His sex drive is off the charts tho and when he met you, a small cocker spaniel hybrid his hormones went through the roof.

He’d be kinda rough with you in bed and let’s not talk about his big cock pounding into your small cunt from behind..

He uses his power and big body as an advantage to manhandle you and hold you in place.

Mingi is an Alpha and a proud one. He loves when you get needy and clingy and even more needy during your heat, soaking wet and begging for his knot and cum.

He loves seeing your belly swell and your body change to accommodate his pups.

Mingi also loves to breed your ass, his long thick cock stuffing your hole full of his cum as you moan and whine under him.

He likes to be a little degrading, calling you names like slut and whore while he fucks you, making sure you know your place and that you are only there for him and his pleasure.

He likes to leave bruises on you, marking his territory, making sure everyone knows you belong to him. Sometimes tho he gets a little to testosterony and actually hurts you, a week or two with a muzzle usually helps him calm down.

When you’re pregnant with his pups, he is the most protective out of the hybrids. Usually shouts at strangers to “fuck off” with his deep strong voice when they’re nearing you.

Mingi has his nose pressed into your stomach every night, purring and cooing to his pups inside of you.

He takes care of you throughout the pregnancy and then he spoils you even more once the pups are born.

Mingi is all about you and the pups and you couldn't ask for anything better, and if someone as much as come near you or the puppies, the guard dog instincts kick in.

Dalmatian!hybrid Wooyoung

Wooyoung is a dalmatian hybrid and he is the biggest flirt.

He will constantly flirt with you and touch you, his hands running over your body.

Wooyoung will be the one to initiate sex.

He will always have a hand on your thigh or waist and will be the first to kiss you.

He is a switch.

He likes to take and be in charge but will also enjoy it when you take control and use him for your pleasure.

He likes being a good boy.

Wooyoung would enjoy being tied up and restrained, forced to just lay there and take your cunt.

He likes it when you sit on his face and use him.

You are never bored with Wooyoung around.

He is a very active person and enjoys having fun.

He is playful and loves to cuddle. Wooyoung would enjoy being tied up and restrained, forced to just lay there and take your cunt.

He would make you chase him around and wrestle, tackling you and pressing his nose into your neck and shoulder, breathing in your scent.

Wooyoung loves being taken care of, but he loves taking care of you as much.

He likes to act spoiled and have his head in your lap as you play with his hair as he whisper sweet nothings to you.

He’s one of the calmer hybrids when it comes to you being pregnant, as long as strangers don’t come too close to you, then he may have to step up but as long as they keep their distance it’s not a problem.

He’ll love to play with the pups and help as much as he can, he shows them the do’s and don’ts and how to be a good boy/girl just like their father.

You couldn't ask for anything else from this boy.

Leonberger!hybrid Jongho

Jongho is a big soft yet serious leonberger hybrid.

He loves spending time with you, just doing lazy stuff.

He has no shame when it comes to sex.

He is constantly teasing you and gives you stares.

Jongho is a huge dom.

He likes to take charge and use you.

He likes to tie you up and tease you.

Jongho also loves to praise you for being a good little girl.

Jongho loves eating pussy.

He can do it for hours.

He has a lot of energy and can last forever.

He loves the taste of your juices and can spend the entire night eating you out, his tongue deep inside of you.

He enjoys having you sit on his face and grind your pussy against him.

But to be honest he rather fuck you real good instead, giving you his pups.

He won’t be too protective over you but one wrong move and it’s over, doesn’t like going into conflicts but if he has to he will.

Jongho is an extremely caring hybrid and will always be there to cuddle and comfort you and the puppies, showering you in love and kisses.

He is an absolute giant sweetheart.

[brineoffire]

Next day of my schedule is a fic update! BTW I'll pin my posting schedule after my poll finishes!

Chapter 3 of Wings and Wires!

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Around you many of his guests stare and you all but ignore all of them. You keep your chin up, staring at the rafters once again. Do exactly what you were trained to do. Grit and bare the looks you get and the hands of your owner that trail over your knee and thigh absentmindedly. You've dealt with this over and over again, and you'll continue to deal with it as long as you're here. As long as you belong to Alphonso.

The worst part of it all was still when he allowed his associates to touch you. When he let them line up to get their hands on you. Greedy hands brushing through the fur on your wings and tail. Those closer to him he allows more intimate touches. Those more important guests are able to see you as you strip off your fancy silks and satins. Left in nothing but your tight underwear, lacy tank top and short briefs that lay low on your waist.

He usually leads them, pulling you down to your knees by the chains on your muzzle or collar. Keeping you between his legs he allows them to run their hands over your exposed body. They rub over where scales meet flesh, too many fingers tangling in the streak of fur that follows your spine. A select few would slide eager fingers over and into the edges of your underwear. Those touches still sent a chill down your spine and the sting of bile up the back of your throat.

It's easy to recall the time you first fell into Alphonso's hands. The first few months he kept you all to himself, breaking you in as you fought back. Heavy chains and straps always kept him just out of reach of your claws. In those times he kept your mouth fully covered with muzzles made fully of steels and metals, your teeth would snap behind them uselessly. For two months you fought him, each time your punishments getting worse and worse.

Bindings tightened. Dark rooms where he kept you isolated and hungry. When your fits had been at their worst he'd have you pinned down, your limbs immovable. He knew the slowest and most painful way to remove scales, claws, and fangs. Always pulling from the same spot after they'd regrow, relishing in your extra pain from the fresh growth. It broke you down after the third month. Three months of blood and tears. Three months of sobbing and anger. Three months of being forced into a mold to become the perfect pet for the mafia head.

You had no one to get back to after all. Your family would be the first ones to pay the price if you ever actually escaped. There was no love lost there, but you understood what happened. Understood the bleakness of all of your futures if Alphonso didn't get exactly what he wanted. So you played the role he forced you into. Became his attack dog, his lap cat. Followed every order to the letter ro win his praise.

Now here you are, sitting in his lap like the pet you've become. Answering every one of his demands no matter how outrageous just to avoid his wrath. It's easier now to ignore the eyes, the hands, the cold voices talking about you like an animal. You've spent so long tuning it all out while he totted you around, just like you do now, staring up at the rafters as if they were bars to the cage your life has become.

When everything from your sleep to your exercise has been dictated it's easy to fall into an autopilot. You've gotten to a point where you can tune out all voices but his, can focus only on his scent, but today is different. Somewhere on the edge of your consciousness you feel a pull. A little tug that threatens to pull your focus back to your surroundings and onto something other than Alphonso’s call. More than a scent, or a voice, it's something that tugs on your mind itself, pulling you to look in the direction of the other dragon and his harpy.

Your vision comes back into focus and you can't help but slowly glance that way. When your eyes finally settle on them again it confuses you to see concern from the bigger man, his brow furrowed even more as he watches you carefully. The harpy conceals it well, no one else would notice, but you see anger, though it's not directed at you. Following the line of his vision you know he's looking past you, at Alphonso. You know that sense is somehow coming from both of them, and you're about to give into it, about to turn to look at them directly, when Alphonso clears his throat and has your full attention.

Your eyes shift back to his face as you watch him talk. He thanks the crowd for attending and rattles on about his plans. Letting them know a vague outline of his manufacturing, subtle details and hints mean those who know the plans are reassured and those who shouldn't are kept in the dark. He has your full attention as he talks yet you feel that same odd sense again. That same pulling desire to give your attention to the two men across the dining room. For now you keep yourself in line and focused on Alphonso.

His speech finishes and the crowd claps lightly. In your peripherals you catch a blur of movement, and you know exactly what it is. Snapping your head towards the source you react in a split second. Launching yourself off the seat, using your wings to lift your weight off Alphonso before springing into action. A gunman rushes forward, shotgun in hand as they sprint to get a good shot.

You’re used to these attempts by now, though what you’re not used to is a smaller blur of movement. The gunner stumbles forward, their speed broken as one of their knees buckles forward, a gasp of surprise leaving their mouth as you continue to bound towards them. Grabbing the gun’s barrel you knock it upwards, kicking at its wielder's chest with enough force to drop them backwards. They cling onto their weapon desperately but you slam the butt of their gun into their face hard enough for them to lose their grip.

As they fall you press a knee to their chest, your wings flaring backwards as you drive your weight into them. Your clawed hands dig into their shoulders and they cry out in pain as your thumbs dig into their neck hard enough to draw blood. You hear Alphonso laughing loudly and clapping as you glare down at the would-be assassin.

“Well now ladies and gentlemen! Isn't this nice? Dinner and a show!” You hear mummers mixed with a few chuckles around you as your focus stays on your quarry. They struggle in vain under you, calloused hands gripping at your wrists as they squirm fruitlessly. Out of the corner of your eye you catch something falling from behind the leg they stumbled on. Something thin and pointed, made up of several brown shades with a slight glint of red.

Behind you Alphonso's footfalls ring out as he gets closer to you, his hand falling on your head, patting you.

“Good boy.” He raises his arm, a signal for his regular guards to approach as he laughs again.

“You fucking idiots never learn do you?” Your grip only loosens once the guards have their shoulders, yanking them to their feet roughly. Your tail subtly slides over what you now see is a feather. While the attention is on the assassin you deftly slide it under a scale on your tail, hiding it just under your fur. You can almost feel its owners' eyes boring into you, but you keep your focus on the task at hand.

[wrathofrats]

Kinktober day 1: cuckholding

Prompts by @kroas-adtam

Silent film stars stuck in talking cinema light

Read now or read on Ao3

Ivy/pebble/river/lake

Explicit, 2k, warnings for cuckholding, bondage, dubious consent, small threats, gills, and degradation.

“Come on sprout don’t be an attention whore, can’t we dote on sweet little Ivy for a bit?”

Ivys head fell back onto rivers shoulder, whimpering in time with each thrust as river continued to bounce him in his dick. He was flushed deep down his chest, a bright red blush that made him unable to look anyone in the eye.

“Oh Ivy, your little boyfriend is about to explode”

“Isn’t he gorgeous sprout?”

Ivy gave a loud whine, River spilling praises over his shoulder. He sat backwards on his cock, held tightly to his chest for pebble to see clearly.

Ivy really was pretty. Lithe and smooth all over, pale skin that River could suck dark marks into all day if he was allowed. Ivy was truly a gift of a little earth ghoul.

“My pretty little rosebud” river whispered just loud enough for pebble to hear into ivys neck. He was littered with bruises and bite marks, nipples a dark red and puffy, surely overly sensitive but River didn’t want to overwhelm the poor thing.

“I’ll fucking kill you-“ a hand shot over pebbles mouth before he could finish.

“That’s not very nice and you know it” lake said. He had been standing behind pebbles chair, in charge of keeping him tied down and quiet, even if the quiet part was easier said than done, “I’ll have to muzzle you if you don’t learn when it’s not your turn to speak”

“Come on sprout don’t be an attention whore, can’t we dote on sweet little Ivy for a bit?”

Ivys head fell back onto rivers shoulder, whimpering in time with each thrust as river continued to bounce him in his dick. He was flushed deep down his chest, a bright red blush that made him unable to look anyone in the eye.

“Oh Ivy, your little boyfriend is about to explode” River chuckled. If Ivy couldn’t open his eyes to watch then River was more than happy to describe every detail to him. Pebble strapped down and hard, lake holding his chin in place to watch Ivy come undone on rivers cock. Lakes hands roamed across pebbles body, groping at his thighs and chest in time with rivers movements.

“Ivy looks like he fucking belongs on rivers cock, don’t they just make such a pretty picture together? Think we should keep him all for ourselves” Lake purred, an arm held tightly across pebbles chest to keep him seated.

“I’ll make sure you belong in a morgue” pebble growled.

“Ah ah ah, I’d watch your tone. Wouldn’t want to have to muzzle you would I?”

Pebbles tail lashed angrily, teeth grit.

Ivy doesn't say a word, doesn’t protest, doesn’t claim pebble as his. Just keeps bouncing like he knows better than to talk back. His cock is bright and angry with pre running down the shaft, being held up solely by River, like a boneless doll.

Lake gives a low chuckle, nipping at pebbles ear. His hand falls into his lap so he can get a good handful of him through his jeans, just enough to tease him.

“Oh don’t be jealous, maybe we’ll be nice enough to let you touch our new toy once rivers done breaking him in”

Pebble let out a low growl, pitching into a high yelp when lake squeezes him tight through his pants. Palming him his jeans, half painful half just enough pleasure to keep him on edge, pebble would have clawed lakes hands to shreds if he didn’t know whatever punishment for that would be even worse if he wasn’t just sent back to the pits on the spot.

The thing that doesn’t help is that Ivy is absolutely out of his mind with the attention, loves each time he hears lake say he’s beautiful, that they should just claim him for themselves. It’s really not his fault he moans and blushes at such sweet praise.

River trailed a nail down ivys chest, digging in just enough to leave a raised red line in its wake.

“Didn’t know Ivy would be so easy pebble” River half mumbled to the corner of the room where he sat, half whispered in ivys ear.

His Ivy? Saying that his toy is easy? It’s almost impossible for pebble to control himself, hissing and baring his teeth at the two who couldn’t help but snicker a bit at his tied up state, being groped like he’s an afterthought.

“Don’t fucking listen to them, you’re mine.” Pebble commanded, “look at me”

It was a desperate attempt to get a grip back into Ivy. Just the vaguest hold onto Ivy to make the situation a tiny bit better.

Ivy tried to pick up his head but River had his hand on his chin before he could meet pebbles eyes. He turned his face back to his, luring him into a kiss that’s all tongue and poor Ivy is so fuzzy pebbles request entirely slips from his brain. It’s not his fault he needs to be good for River, needs to let him do whatever he wants.

“Oh baby, do what he says, look at him Ivy” River doesn’t let go of his chin, just turns it towards pebble in an act of almost mock kindness, “moan pretty, say his name”

“Fuck- pebble!” Ivy gasped as River thrusted up into him again, keeping Ivy bouncing up and down.

“Sweet obedient boy” rivers hand came around ivys front to make a display of grabbing his cock. A small reward for listening.

He’s doing it wrong. That’s all pebble can think as he digs his nails into his palms is that River is touching Ivy wrong.

That’s not how Ivy likes it, not how pebbles toy likes to be touched and rewarded but Ivy, even still, gives a warbled little cry, not the right sound, not the sound he knows so well when he treats Ivy properly.

He can’t decide if he wants to be mad at the two water ghouls for their cruel trick, at Ivy for being play liked a fiddle or for himself for allowing them to touch his things.

“Calm down sprout, if you’re lucky and ask nicely, maybe later River will play with you too” lake teased him, a tone that’s purely mocking. He’s incapable of keeping his hands to himself. Lake continued to stroke pebble through his jeans while watching the little show in front of them. Small kisses trail up pebbles neck, adding a few bruising bite marks just for an added sting, a mixture of moaning and growling coming from every touch.

“Fucking bite me prick” pebble snapped. A harsh pressure blooms in the junction of his shoulder, driving a small yelp from the earth ghoul. Nothing too hard but enough for pebble to shut his mouth for a minute. Lake loves seeing pebble fight against the small grave of pleasure he tries to give him, try to stay mad even when he’s got his hand stroking his cock. Lake has always been a sadistic little thing as most water ghouls all, his suffering drives him mad.

He’s almost tempted to untie pebble just to see what he would do to them.

“I’m close- River please I can’t don’t make me cum-“ ivy almost wailed as he continued to rocket towards the edge with rivers hand on him. He doesn’t want to cum, he doesn’t want to cum on rivers cock, it’s not pebble. His body, his climax, his pleasure, all it was pebbles.

River is respectful, after all if someone had done this to his lake he doesn’t know if he would be able to stop himself from waterboarding them. He cuts it close, takes him all the way and pulls him back right before Ivy tips over.

“Shhh, good boy, did so well on my cock rosebud”

River gave ivy a second to come back to earth before pulling out of him. Lake left pebble tied to the chair to grab a washcloth, one last pointed bit of torture to watch River and lake wipe Ivy down and talk him out of his subspace. River followed every wipe with a small kiss, lake wrapping him up and redressing him.

Ivy was led over to a separate, cushier chair. Not like pebbles which was dragged from the dining room for the added benefit of being able to tie him to it.

“Oh lake what we will do with him” River looked towards pebble who was still breathing heavy, a large scowl on his face.

“Don’t think his nasty attitude will serve him well, we should at least try and calm him down”

Lake walked over towards pebbles chair, rubbing along the indents of where the rope had dug into his skin.

“He likes the pain too much, besides, don’t want to give him any more reasons to be angry”

The ropes were quickly slashed through with a claw, replaced by lakes hands holding his wrists to make sure he didn’t get another lash in.

“Play nice and I won’t gut you sprout”

It’s awful. Pebble would’ve preferred for them to keep him tied till he sobbed about it. They’re sickly sweet at the surface with the undertone of something dangerous while Ivy looks on towards the scene, waiting to see what they’ll do to pebble.

The pair of water ghouls are absolutely tooth rotting, pushing pebble against the headboard to slowly undress and worship every inch of skin they can. He tried to push their hands away from his body before lake flashed him a row of sharp water teeth along with more rope they had kept on the bedside table in case he got out of the first set. The rope burn was bad enough, he doesn’t need any extra.

“Lay there and take it pebble, let us give you a reward for being so good”

Pebble tried to lay back and not lift his head so he wouldn’t have to watch the two start to mouth towards his cock, sharing it between them.

He felt filthy

“Just fucking hurry up” pebble tried not to groan out. He didn’t want to give either of them any satisfaction of giving him pleasure even if his cock was about to leak against his skin as River sucked a mark directly into his hip. Lake kept pebbles legs apart so he wouldn’t squirm, thumbing at his hole as River continued to tease.

“Wanna take our time with you”

“Pretty little cock and you won’t even let us share it?”

Their eyes glowed in the low light, a sirens call that had pebble throwing his arm over his face.

“God I fucking hate water ghouls-“ pebble struggles as he gave a peek downwards. It was a sight he didn’t think he could handle, the two licking up his cock in tandem, acting like they’re just starving for it. River moved to kiss over his dick, trying to make out with lake over the shaft. Wet, drool running down to make a mess in the course hair at the base.

It’s truly torture to pebble. He rather be punished physically than have to stay still and watch this unfold. River could’ve pinned him to the bed and fucked him with no prep and pebble would’ve preferred that to whatever this is, and he’s damn sure River and lake knew that.

“Shit- just suck it properly you fucking fre-“ pebbles snark was cut off by a breathy moan when lake suckled on the tip, eating up every small sound that’s forced out of him.

Everytime pebble opens his mouth he’s met with on of them pulling off to whisper a bit of praise to calm him back down again. Good boy, learning so fast!

Lake grabbed River by the hair to finally push pebble dick far into his mouth instead of continuing to tease him.

Pebble immediately becomes sweet and docile once he can feel rivers gills flutter around his cock. They’re soft and silky, almost luxurious feeling against his sensitive skin and pebble almost can’t handle the sight of lake fucking rivers mouth, holding him down so his gills flex and constrict with a soft moan.

He can’t continue to be mad when his brain fizzles out over rivers mouth, over how River just lets himself be used. They’ve got him in the palm of their hands.

“Oh fuck- that’s it”

[dr-demi-bee]

Day 9--------------------Read on AO3--------------------------

Pairing: Miri/Gale Prompt: Praise kink Vocal Gale, Copious praise, Happy birthday to me, NSFW ----------------------------------------------------------------------

It had started innocently enough. Accidentally, even.

Miri had come trotting back to his side at the end of a heated battle, foe hanging limp from her great jaws and muzzle and chest smeared with blood. Ethereal, as ever. Indescribable, nearly.

And when she tossed the corpse aside and bunted her head against Gale’s shoulder, his response had been almost reflexive. The same he would do for Tara, had she brought him a mouse.

“Good girl.”

Gale didn’t miss the way she stilled for a moment - just until his hands were on her face, stroking her muzzle affectionately. She had quickly melted beneath his touch, and Gale did not fail to notice the way her tail swished back and forth.

So he had repeated it. The best discoveries require ample proof to ensure they’re more than happenstance, after all. Careful, thorough experimentation.

At first, Gale only tried when she was in her lupine form. A well placed petting, and a few choice phrases.

“Well done.” “Excellent job.” “You’re so strong.” “You’ve done such a good job for me.”

And ample repetition of “Good girl.”

And she never once corrected him. Not so much as a growl. Astarion tried it but once and she snapped her teeth at him. In fact, she seems to rather deliberately look for opportunities to receive his praise. And each time her tail sets to wagging.

So Gale had tried it again earlier today while she was in her elven form. And it was impossible to miss the way her cheeks flushed.

And tonight, he plans on expanding this experimentation.

Gale was settled down in front of their small fire, a book open across his lap as he glanced over the pages. Hardly reading this night, as his mind was positively buzzing with his latest discovery. The rest of camp was starting to settle in around them. As things grow quiet, this seems a perfect time to implement his plan.

Miri, often up late anyway, is sitting in front of her tent nearby, hands busy with some crafting project or other.

"Miri." He calls out to get her attention, not looking up from his page until her head turns to him. He’s pleased at how fast the sound of his voice makes her head raise and those long ears tilt upward. "Come here, please. I'd like to speak with you a moment.”

The lythari sets aside her knife and the antler she was carving and strides gracefully over to sit beside him.

"Something on your mind, vhenan?"

Gale can’t help but smile at her endearment. They’d confessed their love only nights ago, yet she already calls him ‘my heart’. And it makes him melt so.

"Ah. Yes. There's something I'd like to test," he said, his gaze drifting down her form. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, his voice dropping lower for his next words. "I'd like to try something, and I want you to be honest with me, alright?"

Her brows furrow slightly with a curious confusion. Always a bit cautious, and yet so willing to indulge him. "Alright."

He closes his book, setting it to the side and fixing her with a gaze both focused and intent. Gale shifts to slide closer to her on the log they both occupy.

"I want to see if you react to something."

Miri arches her brow at him, but he just returns it with a smirk. Gently, he reaches forward to take her chin between thumb and crooked forefinger, tilting her head up slightly to meet his heated gaze. Even this seems to surprise her - but he doesn’t miss the way her pupils expand slightly.

He leans forward, lips beside her ear and purposely drops his voice to a low whisper - just loud enough for her to hear him.

“Good girl.”

From this distance he can hear her breath catch. A soft pink spreads across her cheeks. A perfect reaction. His smirk tugs wider, and he leans back just far enough to lock their gazes together. Keeping his voice low and his eyes fixed on hers he tests a little bit more.

"Such a good girl,” he murmurs, “You're a very good girl. So good for me."

That flush darkens and spreads and she averts her gaze briefly. Her fingers clench tighter where they rest on her thighs.

"That's-" Miri pauses, clearly flustered, "What are you doing?"

Gale chuckles quietly. He moves his free hand to her thigh, letting his fingers lightly trace circles against her.

"Just an experiment. You see, I was wondering how you might react if I called you a ‘good girl’..." He shifts the fingers on her chin to lightly run down her throat. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

Miri shivers slightly, her gaze snapping back to his. She's quiet for a long moment, seeming uncertain. Her mouth moves a few times, starting and stopping, her cheeks still quite red.

Finally, she murmurs, "...yes."

Gale hums, a pleased smile spreading across his lips.

"Good girl," he murmurs in response, leaning forward to press a light kiss to her cheek. "Such a good girl, saying yes for me. I knew you would."

Miri huffs a soft laugh. She manages a slightly bemused, cheeky smirk back at him.

"You are a menace."

"But I'm a charming menace," he retorts, his smirk widening. He lightly pinches her thigh before adding, "And you can't deny that you like being a good girl for me."

"You are," she agrees.

She pointedly doesn't deny his sentiment. Gale smiles at her acceptance, lightly stroking her thigh.

"I knew you would like being a good girl," Gale murmurs, his voice dropping once more. "You make for such a very good girl." He leans forward, his voice next to her ear again. "Good girls deserve to be rewarded, don't they?"

Miri shivers at the effect his words, in that rich purr of his, has on her. "Ah...yes?"

"That's correct," he replies, his fingers moving slowly, massaging her thigh. "And I just so happen to have a reward for you."

Gale leaned forward to press more kisses to her cheek and jaw. Miri leans slightly closer, letting out a soft hum of contentment.

"But.. I want you to tell me something first, my love."

"What is it?" Oh, how he loves that soft, contented tone.

He presses a lingering kiss to the sensitive tip of her ear. When he speaks, he makes sure his breath ghosts over the soft shell of her ear. "Does being a 'good girl' for me... make you feel excited?"

Gale grins when it has the desired effect and she lets out a soft sound.

She hesitates before she answers softly. "It does."

He smiles wider against her skin, the soft sound of her answer sending a shiver up his spine.

"I see. I thought that might be the case," he murmurs in her ear, his voice low and rough. Gale lightly tugs on her earlobe with his teeth. "Because when I call you a good girl and you react like that... It makes me very excited as well."

She whines softly. "It does?"

"Oh, you have no idea," he murmurs, lightly nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear. "Seeing you react like that to my words, is incredibly arousing. To see such a response from you... Makes me want to do so many things to you."

"O-oh."

He chuckles softly, continuing to nip and lightly kiss a path from her ear to her neck.

"It makes me want to reward you, to praise you... and to take you." His hand on her thigh moves to hold her hip, his fingertips digging into her skin. "Would you like that, Miri? To be my good girl and feel my touch all over you?"

Miri lets out a shuddering breath. "I would," she answers softly.

Gale presses one more kiss to her neck before pulling back back from her.

“Good.” He grins at her as he takes in her flushed face, still holding tight to her hip. He rises to his feel, pulling her up with him. He can’t help but smile when she doesn’t hesitate or resist at all. "Follow me."

A pleased, smug smile tugs at his lips as he leads her through camp towards his tent. Miri follows him eagerly, cheeks flushed as she holds tight to his hand.

Inside, he leads her to stand on a soft rug in front of his bedroll. He turns and takes a seat, before gently tugging her to stand in front of him, maneuvering her with gentle hands on her hips to stand between his knees.

"You're going to listen to me now, understood? I'm going to let you know exactly what a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded with. Then I'm going to touch you and praise you for it. Is that alright?"

She watches him with dark, wide eyes, breathing quickly through parted lips.

"Yes, that's alright."

Gale smiles up at her and gives her hips a light squeeze, sliding his hands beneath the fabric of her shirt and running them across her sides and stomach. No matter how many times he is privileged to touch her, it is always an experience that thrills and delights.

"Good. What a good girl you are, always listening to me." He pulls her a fraction closer by the waist. His thumbs stroke over the toned expanse of her stomach in long sweeps. “I had a few thoughts about what I'd like to do to you."

Miri quirks a brow. "Did you?"

"Oh, yes," he rumbles, his eyes wandering over her body. "So many thoughts... I want to kiss every inch of this beautiful skin until I know every part of you on my tongue. And those markings-" Gale leans in to press a kiss to the tattoo that trawls down her left side, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to map every last one of these lines with my mouth, to know every inch of you-"

"Oh," Miri breathes, enjoying the feel of his hands sliding along her sides and over her stomach. “That’s a lot of tattoo...”

Gale adores those lines on her - the honor markings that are so distinctly Miri. She points her bare foot beside him to emphasize the tattoo over the top. He hums in acknowledgement, his eyes shifting from her midriff to the curve of leg next to him. He reaches a hand out to touch, cupping the back of her leg and running it from her ankle all the way up to her knee and back down again.

"Looks like I'll have plenty of work to do then...," he murmurs, his hand slowly sliding back up her leg as he spoke, "...touching, and kissing, and tasting every last inch of you until you're a quivering mess for me."

Miri's lips tip up with a sharp smile, even as her breath catches again, gazing down at him with hooded eyes. "So you do," she murmurs back.

"I want to know everywhere you're most sensitive," Gale muses, his hands continuing to wander over her body, "Which parts of you make you shudder and moan. You know how much I love those sounds...”

He reaches up to grip her hips again, looking up at her as he speaks and taking in the dark expanse of her pupils in those bright eyes. Gale thrills, feeling heat pool in his stomach at the knowledge he’s affecting her so.

“Once I know exactly where they all are, I'll spend hours just learning exactly how much I can tease and please you." Gale gives her a wicked grin before planting a soft kiss to her stomach. "And I'll spend all that time calling you a good girl while I do it."

Her pupils dilate further as she looks at him - hears his promises. Miri exhales a long stuttering breath, before a low growl rumbles up from in her chest. Gale tightened his grip on her hips, fingers pressing into her skin possessively.

"Such a good girl, growling for me like that," he breathes, giving her hips a hard squeeze before he pulls her closer still. Her hips are just before his face like this. "And such a perfect height. I can reach just where I want to on you from here."

His hands move to grip the backs of her thighs, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her legs. Miri bites her lower lip, unable to tear her gaze away.

"There is so much I can do from here." Gale leans forward, moving to press his mouth against the front of her hip. His voice a low murmur, his breath ghosting over her skin, "So very, very much..."

He can see her watching him, those sharp green eyes darkened with lust. He meets holds those eyes with his own as he slowly presses a kiss to her hip - just the barest exposed sliver above her trousers.

"Miri," he murmurs her name reverently, his hot breath dancing over her skin, "Be a good girl and hold on for me. This is just the beginning."

"Hold on...?"

"Yes, hold on to something.” He smirks up at her, his eyes locked on hers. “You're going to need it."

Without pause, his fingers wrap around her thighs and he pushes them apart to give him better access, his mouth moving up the line of her hip. Miri yelps a soft moan in surprise.

"Now be a good girl and do what I told you to."

She quickly complies, clutching tight to his shoulders with both hands. Gale chuckles darkly, enjoying how she obeys him so readily. He has her wrapped around his finger - his good girl. He gives her thighs a slight squeeze and grins up at her.

"Such a good girl, you followed my directions so quickly... I think you deserve a reward for that."

Miri stutters a soft sound in response, but it's cut off by a gasp as Gale's fingers make quick work of the lacing of her trousers.

He chuckles again. "Oh, Miri. So responsive..."

He pulls her pants down just far enough to get his hands on her bare thighs, taking a moment to run his hands over the soft, smooth skin. His mouth moved to press another kiss to the apex of her thighs, over her smalls, as his thumbs gently caress her skin. Her answering gasp is delicious.

Gale pushes the fabric, slowly pulling her trousers down her legs and allowing his hands to trace over the supple skin as he went. Miri, without being asked, obediently lifts one foot and then the other so he can pull the fabric off.

He took in the sight before him: her toned legs, strong and sinewy, but soft to the touch. The delicate arching green lines of her tattoos that trail over the sides of her hips and down both legs before curving over the tops of her feet.

"Such perfect legs... and all for me to touch..."

"Yes..." she breathes back softly. He hums low in approval, running his hands up her thighs again in a slow, firm caress.

"For only me to touch... I'm the only one who sees you like this. The only one who gets to put their hands on you like this, who gets you all nice and needy and obedient..."

Gale nips softly at her sensitive skin. “Mine,” he growls.

"Yours," she answers easily.

"That's right, my love," he murmurs, his hands running over her thighs, "You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"

She whines softly before answering with, "Yes."

"That's my good girl," he murmurs in a dark, rough tone, his thumbs slowly moving in a circular motion on her inner thighs.

His hands move up, hooking his fingers into the waistband and achingly slowly he slides her smalls down her legs in much the same manner as before.

“You are so terrifically good. So strong, and capable, and fierce, and resilient.” He’s getting so worked up by the sounds she makes, every soft gasp and breathy moan as she was responds to him. A rush of desire shot through him and he feels himself twitch hard again, desperate to feel and touch more of her. “Not only does it drive me to absolute insanity with how desperately I want you, but I admire you so...”

When Gale slides his hands back up, his thumbs trace across the smooth junction of her legs. Her skin is soft and warm, and he feels himself twitch at the thought of being able to taste her.

“You put blood, sweat, and tears into protecting our party. Protecting me,” Gale starts, pausing to press kisses across her hips, from one side to the other. He emphasizes his words with kiss and lick and nip.

Miri’s fingers clutch tighter to him, the tips of her sharp nails pressing in just so - enough to make him groan appreciatively at the sensation through his shirt. He can see the way his simple heart felt praises are breaking her apart, line by line.

“But if this is what remains for me...” he growls, his mouth hovering just over her wet core, “Then I am a happy, grateful man.”

Miri shivers at the feel of his breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh, at the sight of him so tantalizingly close to where she desperately needs him.

“Would you like me to show you how grateful?”

Miri moans low before she manages a soft, “Please.”

“Good girl,” he purrs. And then his mouth is on her, licking a long stripe along her desire. Miri’s head tips back with a soft moan as he reverently tastes her, moaning himself.

“Parting your legs is sweeter than being welcomed into Elysium,” he groans against her, “I would die a happy man if you were the last thing I ever tasted.”

“Gale,” Miri gasps, her legs starting to tremble.

“Come here, my love,” Gale breathes, unrelenting. He threads his arms between her legs to curl around and hold her hips. Keeping her legs parted and pulling her hips in against his mouth. There’s a steady stream of sound from him as he works. Appreciative moans and gasping sighs. Absolutely luxuriating in her.

“You taste so good,” he groans against her, barely pausing for air. “All I want to do is worship you, my good girl.”

“Gale-”

“You are divine.” Lips and tongue and teeth laving her, drinking every drop of her like sweet ambrosia. “Perfection embodied.” He hums a moan against her every time he feels her grow inexplicably wetter against his mouth. “Truly exceptional beyond imagining.”

Miri whines a long sound, legs tremoring as her back curls over him. Her fingers dig ever tighter into his shoulders as she uses him to support herself.

“Nnh- Gale-” she cries out raggedly, a low growl echoing in her chest. One he recognizes of deep desire and need.

“No need for words, my love,” Gale returns with hot breaths against her. “Your moans and growls tell me everything I need to know.”

“That’s nnh- you-” Miri stutters and stumbles over words, “Fenedhis- how?”

Gale hums with a deep self-satisfied pride, taking utter delight in the way she can hardly form a coherent thought under his attentions. His own need aches where it presses against the straining fabric of his pants. But it hardly matters when he can draw such delightful music from her lips with his tongue.

“You have different sounds for every feeling, my love,” Gale gasps between swirling motions of his tongue, panting into the heat of her. “And I am quite dedicated to learning every one... I do so love making you moan and growl.”

“You are...” Miri pants, “Memorizing these sounds?”

Gale chuckles against her flesh, barely pausing to answer. “You know I’m exceptionally interested in learning the finer details of things I’m passionate about. You, my love, are no exception.”

When Miri lets out another long, keening moan as he sucks at her clit greedily, Gale can’t help his grin. There’s nothing more satisfying than having her leaning her weight on his shoulders, trembling.

“Gods I am so fortunate,” Gale breaths between languid strokes if his tongue, “Truly to be yours,” he gasps, “To have the chance to be yours, my good girl.”

Miri growls again, a sound he knows means she’s getting close. And he can tell by the way her muscles tremble and her breath grows increasingly short.

“I would do anything for you, Miri,” he continues, eyes locked on hers as he works her to the brink with his mouth. “I’m yours.”

“All yours, my good girl.” Gale’s voice is rough with his own need. Her hips buck gently against his mouth and he rewards her with a low moan. Miri whines and gasps, her legs hardly able to stand - likely wouldn’t be if he weren’t supporting her. “And you’re mine.”

“Come for me, my love.”

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would love a male reluctant whumpee being comforted and praised by an affectionate/intimate male whumper

TW: noncon kiss, a bit of mouth whump? but not explicit, muzzles, restrained, starvation, manhandling.

Whumpee talked too much.

Even his friends agreed.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that when he's kidnapped, two days is all it takes before a muzzle is strapped onto him. He can feel it as they turn down the temperature and his teeth chatter. As he is forced to messily lap at the bowl of water. As he sleeps, as he breaths.

There's no mirror. A small mercy.

"Hi, Whumpee. How you doing?"

There's no light, but Whumpee's fire powers extend to thermal imaging, and he tracks Whumper's form come into the cell. This one's unpredictable, but...

Maybe Whumpee's just glad she isn't here.

He blinks lazily at Whumper. If the muzzle wasn't latched onto him, he would be taunting him. Lackey usually gets the best reaction. Whumpee settles for a growl.

"Easy, muchacho," Whumper murmurs.

Whumpee's hands are chained behind him, the manacles tight enough to color his wrists an ugly dark green. He leans back on the wall and keeps his gaze on Whumper.

Whumper crouches within Whumpee's vicinity and reaches out. "Ah, ah, ah," he tuts in disapproval when Whumpee kicks at him. He grabs an ankle and drags him closer, shushing Whumpee's snarls.

"Always a difficult one," Whumper says, scrambling over Whumpee so that he's seated on him and safe from future kicks.

Whumpee's breaths through his nose are loud, his eyes wide and furious. The first time Whumper touched him, he snatched his hand back with a high-pitched scream. "Too tired for the pesky heat trick, aren't you?"

He's right. Going on less than one meal a day, living in an ice-cold cellar, and going through new tortures every day had done a number on him.

"I'm trying to help you. This," he taps the muzzle, "must be uncomfortable. Do you want it off?"

Whumpee narrows his eyes. It must be a trick. He glances at the door, then back at Whumper.

"She doesn't know," Whumper assures him. "I heard you've been wearing it for three days straight. Jesus, look at what it's doing to your pretty face." He traces Whumpee's face, being soft where the leather meets skin.

Whumpee shakes his head to get him off. Whumper catches his jaw so he can't look away. "Last chance. I don't have a lot of time."

Whumpee's heart is in his throat, and with sudden desperation, he nods.

Whumper grins. "I knew you'd come around. A few rules though. No biting. No shouting. It'll only end badly for you, my guy. And no talking." Listing the rules, he slowly unbuckles the straps and loosens the muzzle.

The instant it comes off, Whumper's broad hand is on Whumpee's neck. But he needn't have worried. Tears roll down Whumpee's cheeks as he tries to move his jaw.

Whumpee stares at the ceiling as Whumper begins to massage his jaw. The few glances he snatches at Whumper have him squirming. Then Whumper's hands move to his hair, where the scalp is red from the tension. His whines become insistent and pathetic. The stiffness leaving his nape is heavenly and is over before he can truly savor it.

Whumper takes his hands out of Whumpee's curls. "Open your mouth."

Whumpee's brows crease, suspecting a pill. In his state, he can't bite or spit it out.

"I said open," Whumper says, clawing his lips open and earning a muffled cry. "That was your fault," he whispers, prodding at Whumpee's tongue with his thumb. "I asked nicely."

It hurt. Whumpee writhes under Whumper.

It hurts a hundred times more when Whumper replaces his fingers with his own lips. The kiss is forceful. Whumper's grip on his neck becomes a touch rigid. Taking the weight of the kiss sends white-hot pain through his teeth. The nose smushing against his makes him see stars for a moment.

With one last lick at the blood on Whumpee's tongue, Whumper comes up for air, a satisfied smile on his face. He wipes the stickiness of his mouth. "That wasn't your first, was it?"

Snot and bruises cover his face. Whumpee has to blink back the tears. "Fuck you," he croaks.

Whumper ruffles his hair and props the muzzle back on him. "It's okay, I think it's cute. Your team didn't know what they had."

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@ailesswhumptober 2024- Day 8

Torture Tuesday: Rope burns, gagged, “You’re so much prettier this way.”

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Summary:

Excerpt for "Forever Prey" (Red Riding Hood retelling) After her punishment for disobedience, Director Wolf comes to free Sienna

Notes:

Characters: Sienna- Red Riding Hood Director Adam Wolf- Big Bad Wolf Warnings: noncon intimacy; female/nonhuman whumpee and male whumper; injury and blood; disassociation

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Word count: 978

Sienna PoV

Bang

Sienna jolted awake as her cage rattled. Right in front of her with his leering smile was Director Wolf.

“Good morning, he drawled. “Sorry for waking you so abruptly, but saying your name didn’t seem to work.”

Because you probably only said it once, she grumbled to herself, but her heart wasn’t in it. Her jaw ached from having the bit-muzzle between her teeth for so long, the drool itching where it had dried on her skin under the leather. So she couldn’t quip at him even if she wanted to.

And she didn’t even want to do that. The lack of sleep was taking its toll. Having the chains around her wrists constantly threatening to strangle her with her collar was already bad enough. The first time he’d put her in the cage, she’d taken some time to figure out how it worked. Especially when he taunted her with food just out of her reach. If her arms went too far forward, the collar would tighten. And she could only bend her arms back so much if she wanted to lean forward. It was a delicate balance.

One that had been challenged when this time Wolf had decided to tie her wrists to the top of cage. The rope was unforgiving, no matter how hard she’d tugged and struggled to give herself relief from the occasional black spots to dance in her vision when the collar would get too tight as her body started to give in to sleep. Now her neck ached from having to lean it backwards to finally get some relief. She couldn’t feel her arms anymore, or her legs either, having to kneel in a prayer position for who knows how long now. Not even her tail twitched as she watched him move around the bars.

Wolf opened up the cage, unlocking the chains around her wrists first before cutting the rope with his pocket knife. He caught her as she fell, petting her hair. “There we go, I’ve got you now.” he rumbled, carrying her limp body bridal style to the love seat nearby.

She hated how she yearned for his touch. How she leaned into his hand as he scratched behind the fox ears that still felt unnatural being where her human ones had been. How tears sparked in her eyes as he tended to the rope still clinging around her wrists.

“Look what you’ve done to yourself,” he scolded as he unwrapped them.

A whimper slipped from her throat as the burns and cuts from the rope were exposed to the air. Dried blood was left on the rope and her skin. She’d felt the pain when she first started struggling, but it had dulled as time went on. It hadn’t been worth it, in the end. Her freedom still came from Wolf, no matter what she’d done.

“Now,” Wolf caressed her muzzle, making her skin crawl where his fingers touched. “Before I take this off, are you going to behave?”

Without much other choice, she nodded. She just wanted this to be over. She just wanted to sleep.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, unhooking it from behind her head and letting it fall to her lap. Smiling, he traced her jaw with a finger, trailing along the indents left by the covering. “You’re so much prettier this way. No more fight in your eyes. Are you ready to earn your food now, pet?”

Another nod, eyes barely able to stay open. What else could she do? He’d put her back into the cage if she said no again.

Her body remained limp as he cut off her rigid corset, pulled off the chastity belt, and took out the dildo he’d kept her filled with, leaving the anal plug alone. He wasted no time plunging into her, pounding as she lay there.

Eyes fixed on the ceiling, her mind went far away. Back to when she was still living with Nanna, happy and safe. Back to when she’d snuck off to have her first kiss Gemma Hudson behind the school bleachers. Back to when her dad was still around, when her mom didn’t know she was gay.

A slap on her leg brought her back to the present, Wolf’s knot swelling as his cum spilled inside her, uncomfortable and strange with his scent overwhelming her nose. He leaned close, kissing and nipping the side of her neck, licking her scent glands while she was too weak to protest or cry.

“We’ll get you filled up with pups in no time,” he growled in her ear, thrusting into her for emphasis, smirking as she yelped slightly. “Then you’ll finally be beautiful, swelled up and plump. A proper omega, like you should be.” Pulling back, he took up his knife again, absently tracing lines in her skin as she trembled, her tail tucking itself against her leg. Never enough to draw blood, but enough to leave red-pink lines behind. “Not that you’ll ever be good enough, now that you’re a freak. You’re only good enough to be bred. Just a little fuck toy. Aren’t you?”

When she didn’t answer immediately, he backhanded her.

“Answer me, bitch,” he growled. “You’re only good enough to be bred, only good enough for an alpha’s pleasure. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered weakly, face and jaw throbbing.

His face cleared, smiling at her again and tugging at one of her ears. “Good girl. I think you’ve earned some food, now haven’t you?”

Still knotted inside her, he reached into the side table and started hand feeding her some food she was too tired to identify. Or taste.

Her eyes kept sliding shut, barely able to chew and swallow; She knew if she fell asleep, he’d put her on the feeding tube again. But she was too tired to care.

She just wanted to sleep.

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how cala experiences dominating prisontrio are?

It’s late so I’m reading this in two ways so I’m gonna answer it in two ways SHSJSJSJ

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Cala is something of a soft dom. She’s someone who mainly gives praises and reassurance to her loves than being rough.

With Dream, she gives him a lot of praise and reassurance that he’s a good boy. She gives him so many kisses where he’s been hurt, and also takes her time pleasuring him even if he wants it to be fast. She likes dragging it out, but she makes sure that her touch is very loving.

With Sam, she wants to make sure he doesn’t overwork himself, so she does the work for him. He lets him relax as she works her magic whether it’s slowly sucking him off of riding him. But her touch doesn’t go away as she does that. She makes sure that she touches his weak spots.

With Quackity It’s more tricky since he doesn’t like being a sub, but when it happens she usually helps him by overstimulating him. To let it all out of his system til he’s a begging moaning mess. And then afterwards she praises him and gets very gentle and loving with him, kissing him and calling him a good boy.

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And now the other way around c:

Cala is— very malleable, go put it lightly. She can handle a lot and take a lot.

For Dream, he would be rough constantly and do things to show that he’s in control- such as choking or even doing orgasm control. He can’t help it but he likes hearing her whimper and moan out his name as she’s on the brink of that euphoria.

For Sam, it would be a lot of discipline/petplay stuff. She is a puppy through and through and he plays into that a lot. That being said she is a little shit to him which ends up him bringing the muzzle and him being more.. degrading towards her. He always makes sure if she’s okay with it first of all before they go that route. As well as that he’d also specialize in orgasm control since he believes he should be the only one that. Can make her feel that good.

And Quackity Well— where do I even begin.

He’s rough with her. That’s the main part of it. But he’s rough and uses knives and even his own teeth to mark her to the point of it lasting long. As well as that he likes playing into her innocence a lot. As well as that he relishes in the power he has over her- making her call him sir often when they get into that mood, and even making her be the only one fully naked compared to him. He’s degrading and he likes to edge a lot with her- but if she says the right thing then he overstims her, saying that’s what she wanted after all. He just likes breaking her in those simple ways.

(They all give each other good aftercare afterwards though no matter what— remember! Aftercare is important!!)

[sednas]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐁

⠀ૈ☆ ft. sub!gojo, sukuna, toji x gn!reader

⠀ૈ☆ tw: begging, praising, noncon, shibari, death threats, use of a fleshlight, handcuffs

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

"what did I just tell you?"

your sharp voice makes his eyes shoot open. he tries, he really tries to articulate an answer, but all he can do is whimper, his lower lip trembles while he's grabbing the bedsheets in a desperate hold. you look at his pretty features while moving the vibrator, his forehead is sweaty, you can barely see his blue eyes, his pupils are blown out.

"you're so cute. already too fucked up to talk." you think out loud, dragging the toy along the sensitive veins, making him twitch.

his whole body is trembling, his dick leaks with pre-cum, desperately waiting for its liberation as you keep slowing down the vibrations, making him loudly whine.

"no, no! please. let me cum, I-I'll do anything you want, just let me cum please." he managed to say through his breathy moans.

you smile, turn off the vibrator and replace it with your hand, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"but you already do everything I want, baby. look at you, shaking underneath me, I can do anything I want with you."

this makes him moan, feeling you squeeze him a little harder in your hand. your smile grows wider when you see drool pouring out of his parted lips, he's so whiny, so desperate for your touch and attention, you can't help but be soft with him. you jerk him faster, his hips thrusting in your hand as he keeps begging, broken pleads echoing in the room.

"cum pretty boy, you're allowed to."

your order goes straight to his cock, twitching as gojo's eyes roll back, cumming in a weak moan, his semen painting your hands and your chest in white. you kiss his dick, making his body jolt with overstimulation.

"such a good boy..."

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 pulled on the unbreakable ropes from your shibari cursed technique, his relaxed smile contrasting with his dark eyes, throwing daggers at you.

"oh what am I going to do with you once I get free..." he whispers between his teeth, poison in his voice.

his words make you grin, and you get your face closer to his.

"and what are you going to do? kill me?" you smile, kneeling on the floor to be at the same height as him.

he's on his knees, tight ropes forcing his thighs open, leaving on full display his hard member, letting you know how much he's aroused. he's helpless, his arms tied behind his back, no matter how much strength he has, these ropes only obey to you. taking his chin between your fingers, you smile when a mouth full of teeth appears on his cheek, trying to bite you.

"such a brat, maybe I should put a muzzle on you."

sukuna hisses at the word brat, already starting to answer back but his words are replaced by a gasp when he feels your lips wrap around his cock. he's about to degrade you for sucking him so willingly but he can barely feel your lips that they're already gone. your soft hands run along his thighs, then press on his abdomen, making his cock rises a little higher in the air.

"beg me to suck you."

sukuna scoffs, and you can see the muscles of his arms tensing as well as the ones of his thighs.

"you fucking bitch I'm going to kill you."

you fake a sad face, one of your finger tracing the tattoos on his chest.

"wrong answer baby. that's so sad, I could have made you feel so good. you cooed, eyeing in between his legs, his red tip starting to leak with arousal. your cock looks so needy right now."

as if it was answering you, it twitched when you pulled sukuna's hair.

"you better start running slut, once I catch you it'll be all over." he says, his head pulled back because of your hand in his hair.

smiling, you kiss his adam's apple, licking his soft skin.

"we'll see if you're still coherent enough to do that once I'm done with you."

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈's hips thrust in the fleshlight, letting out a muffled moan.

"does that feel good honey?" you ask at your husband in a velvet voice, making him lick his lips.

as an answer, you can see him pulling out on his restraints, both of his hands chained to the bed. he could easily break these fantasy handcuffs, but he won't, he likes having you in control for once, it can let him time to think about what he's going to do with you once he's free to move.

"I bet this is really fun for you sweetheart isn't it? ah shit!" he curses, feeling you jerk the fleshlight faster.

it feels good, but nothing can compare to the feeling of you wrapped around him, his fingers dig into the sheets, wishing it was your skin instead. his green eyes fall on your naked body kneeling in between his legs, he lets his gaze linger on the curves of your body, groaning and thrusting his hips harder. you can't help but press your thighs together, watching his big cock disappear into the fake pussy, he must feel so good, throbbing and painfully hard like that.

"careful sweetie you're almost drooling." he grins, and as an answer you look at him in his eyes before spitting on his cock, the drool spreads all over his member, the fleshlight sliding even faster than before.

he bites back a moan, the movement of his hips becomes messier as his dark gaze falls on you once again. you know he's not going to cum anywhere else but in you, and you can tell he's getting more and more desperate.

"fuckin'hell y/n please let me fuck you." he manages to say, his breathe hitching in his throat.

you smile, bending over to kiss his parted lips, feeling him pull out on his restraints, dying to run his hands on your soft body. his hot breath caresses your face, you brush his black hair out of his sweaty forehead and he hums a little at the contact of your warm hand.

"you got your fun sweetheart, now untie me or I'll do it myself."

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[kimetsu-no-imagines]

Hello! Mm can I ask for Demon Tanjiro nsfw (If you are comfortable with it of course!!

a/n : totally!!! i’m comfy with most nsfw stuffs, so don’t worry! i’ll just do headcanons if that’s alright-if you want something different feel free to request it!!! warnings ; blood kink, but in more of a vampire kinda fashion, tanjiro being a little bit of an animal, general slightly rough stuffs like that. also, i’m goona imagine that he’s not muzzled or anything like nezuko, so he can talk freely and all that good stuff, which means dirty talk! but.....it’s tanjiro, so it’s all very sweet.

Demon!Tanjiro -- NSFW HCs

- he already has a pre-established supernatural sense of smell, just about--as a demon, it’s only ten times stronger. he knows what you ate for lunch. he knows who you were with even if it was days ago. he knows where you’ve been. - is any of that a threat or a danger, though--no, he would never use his powers or his supernatural abilities against you in that kind of way, he’d feel completely awful. - that being said, though....... - tanjiro can smell when you’re horny. he can tell if you’ve touched yourself, he can probably tell how long it’s been since the two of you have done anything, he can smell when others have touched of you for sure--sexually or not, not that anyone would really dare to try to touch you in sexual manner, not with him around. - but anyway--yeah, not...not much room to hide from him. he just knows. - if you’ve touched yourself any time before going to see him or something, he’ll greet you with the usual hugs and kisses and sweet words of missing you, only to pause and...well, blatantly kneel down to sniff between your legs, not unlike a dog. but then he just gently smiles up at you and hums, leaning all close to your crotch and mumbling, “flower, if you waited, i would have been happy to take care of you myself, you shouldn’t have to lift a finger... let’s go to bed so i can do my job now, hm...?” - tanjiro could--has, really--spend hours between your legs, no matter what’s down there, he won’t move unless you can’t take it anymore or unless he’s full, which.........is never. he could spend his whole life down there if you let him. pleasing you makes him feel good in turn--not to mention he just loves the taste of you. constant praises of how good you are every time he stops to take a breath. - “oh, petal, you taste divine”, “you can give me one more, can’t you? i’m so hungry, flower, all for you... please? won’t you let me be selfish and have this treat?” - oh, it’s anything but selfish, rest assured--and he could probably cum himself just from tasting you anyway. - on the subject of tasting you..... - he is a demon. he can’t help but drool over the mere smell of your blood--and at first, he’s always terribly guilty about it, mumbling rushed apologies and running away if you happen to get injured, he doesn’t want to end up hurting you, but... - it just happens one night--he meant only to decorate your neck with pretty possessive marks as usual, but his sharp teeth sink in a little too deep, and he can’t bring himself to stop, you’re just so...delicious.... - cries, quite literally cries, with guilt afterwards--but once you assure him plenty of times that not only did you like it but you wanted him to do it again..... - needless to say, it happens every time you have sex. he makes sure to make you cum countless times in return--always mumbling sweet words against your skin as he fucks into you, gently, usually, unless the rush of drinking from you is still fogging up his mind--then he gets a little rough, claws digging into your waist just enough to hurt, but not enough to cut. - “so good to me, flower--my precious little flower, feeding me so well all the time, what did i do to deserve someone so wonderful? let me make you feel good now, please--please, flower, i’m begging you, is that what you want? you want me to beg? would that make you feel good?” - ... he gets quite talkative. but only because he knows you like it, knows the effect it has on you.

[frenchfrywrites]

Puppy Beel!

MINORS DNI

Additional warnings under the read more

Warnings: dom bottom GN! And genitals ambiguous reader, sub top beel, puppy play/pet play, mention of blood, beel whines a lot, bit gag, dumbification, manhandling, ruined orgasm, edging, established relationship

Beelzebub reminds you quite often that he's hungry for you. It manifests in the way he likes to chew gently on your lip when you kiss, or when he leaves a whole mess of hickey's along your neck and chest. Today while you're fooling around in your room, he gets carried away and draws blood. He whines softly at his mistake

"'m sorry," he whispers, licking the spot as an apology. You purse your lips, "I'm really sorry," he tries again, striving for forgiveness.

"I think," you start, "my puppy needs some training, hm?" Beel whines, rutting his hips against you.

"Yes master," he's quick to agree, excited by whatever you have in store for him. You remove yourself from him, to which he makes a sweet little dejected sound that you laugh at. You don't need to go far to reach the box containing all your toys; Beel physically perks up when you pull it out. He truly is a big puppy.

"I have a surprise, but do you want anything special?" He considers your question carefully.

"Can I have my ears and collar? And can I have my tail too?" he requests politely.

"Of course pup," you take out his requested items, along with some lube, and place them on the bed, gently smacking his hand when he goes to reach for them. "Patience," you remind him. You shift from foot to foot, "I bought this a while ago, and. . . well let me just show you, and tell me what you think, ok?" He nods, giving you a reassuring smile. You pull out a simple red bit gag and Beel hums in approval.

"I like it," he states, always straight to the point with him. You grin, and set it on the bed before returning the box to its place.

"Glad you like it, since you won't be able to check in with me verbally I want you to do some hand signals for me, ok?" he nods, and you join him on the bed again, "You know how we do our color system?" You ask as you start undressing him, and he nods. "Right, well, let's do something similar. I want you to hold up one finger if you're green, two for yellow, and three for red. Understood?" Beel nods and holds up one of his fingers causing you to let out a sharp laugh. "Just like that, my good puppy is such a good listener," you praise, and pat his head.

Once he's fully undressed, you begin dressing him up. Beel on the other hand awaits your directions, watching you carefully, his hands brought up to his chest where they typically rest. You start with his ears, carefully attaching them to his head. He leans into your touch, and you reward him by petting his head a bit. You're not sidetracked for long though, so you take his collar and attach it with just as much care as the ears. You can't help yourself from grabbing the circle ring in the front and giving him a sharp tug. He lets out a soft "oh" and you can tell the simple action aroused him in the way that he looks up at you with lidded eyes, and cheeks flushed.

You then pick up your newest item, the gag, and Beel immediately drops his mouth open. You laugh at his eagerness, running a finger along his bottom row of teeth. "My what sharp teeth you have," you tease, "I've got to muzzle my pup. If you get carried away who knows what damage you'll do?" He whines, hands moving to tug on your shirt, urging you to hurry up. You place the bit in his mouth, and give him some time to get used to the sensation. It clearly has some sort of effect on him with the way his cock twitches and he white knuckles your shirt. You coo, and check in with him. He raises a finger, so you clasp the back and secure it in place.

Finally you get to his tail. "Lay back for me, pup," you gently push his chest and he goes down without a fight. You spread Beel's long legs and situate yourself between them. Of course you don't give him what he wants right away, where's the fun in that? So instead you massage the insides of his thighs, causing his legs to shake and flex under your touch. He bucks his hips up, trying to get you to pay attention to his neglected cock. You tut, smacking his thigh roughly, "patience, pup. If I have to remind you again there will be a punishment. Understood?" He nods wildly, whining to stress that he doesn't want that. You continue to tease him a bit more, but luckily for him you're feeling a bit impatient too.

Beel hears the click of the lube opening and babbles around the gag. You giggle at his response, and while you're waiting for the lube to warm a bit you kiss his face gently. He softly whines, and you bet he wishes he could kiss you properly.

When you circle his hole with your fingers he jolts a bit at the sensation before relaxing. Slowly you push in a finger, starting the process of opening him up for his plug. By the time you put in a second one Beel is drooling from around the plug, and thrusting his hips back into your fingers. His cock his hard and red, and precum has started to bubble out of his tip. You slide in a third one for good measure, and once you feel he's safely prepped you pull out gently.

Beel let's out the loudest, most pathetic whine yet from the loss of your fingers. His displeasure doesn't last long as you quickly lube up his tail and push it in slowly. His eyes roll back into his head as he moans at the sensation. "Good boy," you mumble lovingly, stroking his cock with your other hand. His cock is leaking a steady stream of pre by now, functioning as a lubricant and aiding you in stroking him faster. He can't decide on whether or not to buck up into your hand or thrust down onto the plug. "Aw," you coo at his internal struggle, "is my little puppy fucked dumb already?" Beel moans at your question, his cock twitching in your grasp. You pull away, denying him an orgasm, and causing him to growl (or at least try to) from behind the gag. "Excuse me?" you prompt, and Beelzebub cowers under your gaze, letting out a small whimper.

You hastily rid yourself of your clothes, which captures all of Beel's attention and easily makes him forget about his ruined orgasm. You take the lube and waste no time in prepping yourself. Beel has moved so he can not so subtly hump the bed as he watches you stretch yourself with your fingers. You let him, only because he looks so hot trying to restrain himself from mounting you then and there.

When you deem yourself ready you manhandle him so he's on his back, and straddle him. "If you even think about cumming before me I'll cage your cock for a full week" you threaten. Beel's nodding, babbling unintelligibly behind the gag, and pawing at your hips and back in response. You take a brief moment to check in and Beel eagerly shows you one of his fingers. With that you sink down on his red, weeping cock. Beel snaps his head back, uncharacteristically silent, like he's made mute from the sensation of his cock being engulfed by your hole.

You set an unapologetic pace from the start, chasing your own pleasure and using him. "Good puppy, muzzled for me, trained so well," Beel clamps his eyes shut at your praise and starts thrusting up into you, trying to help you feel good. It's sweet, but it's not what you want, "cut that out," you demand and slap his chest gently. "You'll take what your master gives you, and no more," Beel is such a good listener, so he drops his hips and keeps them still. It seems like it physically pains him from the way he whimpers, but you can feel his cock twitch inside of you. You pick up the pace, loosing composure as you ride him. Soon you're reduced to half spoken phrases, the words "puppy" and "good boy" recited like prayers.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You pull Beel along with you, for he was on the edge since you slid down, finally learning how to be patient. The second thing that takes you by surprise is Beel breaking the gag. Your brain is having a hard time processing, so all you can do is clench down on him at the sight. When you're clear headed enough to put the pieces together you realize he must have bit down so hard while orgasming that he bit through it. You laugh, and gently pull the pieces from his mouth, praising and petting him as you do.

The two of you are snuggling in bed after cleaning up, his head nuzzled into your chest as you run your fingers through his hair. "You're buying me a new gag," you think aloud, and you hear Beelzebub's muffled laughter come as a response.

[sashi-ya]

hi gorgeous <3 i literally die whenever i see you have your requests open, you’re my fave writer ahhh!!

first of all thank you for writing my past few requests i have LOVED them, you’re super super talented!!!

second of all, if it’s possible could I please request nsfw sanji x fem reader, where sanji is a soft-dom, the idea of him being dominant and sexy but still weak af is like AHHHH to me! <3 Literally include anything you like in it!!! 💓💓💓💓

Hi baby!! I feel so flattered with your words omg 🙊🙊💖. I hope you enjoy this little scenario of Sanji-kun being all dominant, yet soft! I tried to stay in character as much as I could, so I hope it's all right ♥ Enjoy please, and thank for all of the support. Love u! ♥

NSFW ~ Vinsmoke Sanji x F! Reader ~ "Good Girl, Mellorine"

TW: nsfw. Soft dom Sanji. Praising. Face fuck. Oral. Unprotected sex. Vag sex.

WC: 1.7K

A soft hand gently covering your mouth. Whispers in your ear, “I want you to obey me tonight”. You bite your lip, Sanji’s low voice in the middle of the night, surprising you while you are reading. You close your eyes, inhaling the scent of his subtle manly perfume mixed with tobacco.

“Yes, Master”.

“Good girl”.

You follow your blonde lover to the room, holding hands, walking behind him. Sanji’s hips motion is something special, you relish at the image of that strong legs modeling the black suit trousers he wears.

“Come on, Mellorine…” he says, and as much as he tries to sound dominant, he can’t help to show how much he praises you, how a gentleman he is.

“Can you… can you wear this for me?” he asks, showing you a piece of clothing like the one you two wore during the events of Onigashima. You smile sexily, somehow all of you hated the Beast pirates, but the attire they wore was perfect. “Of course, Master. Give me a second” you tell him, while grabbing the hanger and start undressing in front of him.

The cook, struggling not to lose all his blood through his nose, sits over the couch crossing his legs and waiting for you to put on the uniform. He tries to act like a true dom, and indeed he looks so sexy by giving you orders. Even though Sanji is as sweet as chocolate, he sometimes can be a dark bitter one.

Once you are all dressed up, leather stripes cross your body, barely covering your skin. At first, Sanji walks towards you, to kiss you, but he stops right away.

“Master, I’m ready to follow your orders” you tell him, encouraging to keep up. Sanji takes air, you can almost hear his heart beating with excitement. “Lap dance for me?” he orders -asks-. “Of course, Master” you tell him. Your body meandering to imaginary music, flowing softly, sexily, making Sanji drool at such a show.

“How beautiful you are, Mellorine” he whispers. You turn around, your hands traveling from your breasts to your waist. Hips side to side, looking straight into his eyes.

The cook, constantly fighting against a threatening nasal hemorrhage takes a few more seconds to enjoy the image of your sexy body in front of him, and then, lowers his zipper. Sanji takes his pants off. His boxers still on show wet spots all over and a growing bulge. His palm grazes the tip of his cock, while you dance showing off everything you got.

Sanji is on fire, he breathes fast. “Mellorine, kneel down for me” he commands, and of course you obey. Your hands rest over your thighs, you are completely submitted to him, looking at the ground with a side smirk on your face.

“Stick your tongue” he commands. “Yes, Master” you tell and opening your mouth wide, you stick your tongue out. Sanji comes closer, holding his swollen member in his hands. The tip of his dick, dripping precum, stimulating your taste buds. Delicious taste, as everything he produces. He jerks off, while you lick his gland. And even if he hasn’t given you the order yet, you know exactly how he likes it. So, you take your hands to his balls, massaging them gently.

Sanji moans sound heavenly as he sticks his sex into your mouth, pushing deep, touching your throat. You reach for his perineum with your index finger, grazing his ruffled skin back and forth. Your fingertip is menacingly wandering around his rear entrance.

As the stimulation makes him drift into the pleasure, he progressively forgets about chivalry and becomes feral. He grabs your hair and moves your head in and out, fucking your mouth mercilessly. He pants and sweats, wet spots showing on his shirt. “Good girl, M-ellorine…” he whines. You smile, gagging as his dick hits your uvula on and on. Eyes getting watery while you wait for his climax to inevitably come.

On the verge of ecstasy, while Sanji’s cheeks become crimson and his gold locks wavy because of the sweating, he backs off. “I want to come on your boobs, stay there” he commands. You, pleased with how he is expressing his needs, prepare yourself to receive his warm seed over your chest. You relish at the image of your lover clenching his jaw, closing his eyes, moaning, and jerking off violently.

Sanji lifts his shirt exposing his lower belly, showing you that black happy trail from his belly button to his sex. Muscles spamming as he reaches orgasm. Sweet release dripping on your chest, warm sticky fluid staining the black leather material of your uniform.

He flops into the couch behind him, trying to recover as fast as he can, because he feels guilty of coming first. But you are not mad at all. What’s more, you are horny as hell, your panties wet as your arousal grows stronger.

“Come to me, crawling” he demands. “Yes master” you purr, dragging yourself to him with a feline-like hips motion. You rest your head on his lap, caressing his strong thigh with your fingers. Sanji brushes your hair, “good girl, you are such a good girl, Mellorine”. You kiss his fair flesh. So perfect, so sexy, and warm.

Sanji lifts your chin up, so he can see your face. “You are so beautiful, (name)-Swan” he tells you, while his thumb grazes and plays with your lower lip. “Come on here, sit on your master’s lap”. You straddle your hips over his still overly sensitive member. The thin layer of cloth in between your sex and his seems like sweet torture. “You are so wet, babe” he tells you, while his right-hand travels from your nape to the small of your back.

The cook delights himself with your needy expressions as he surprisingly moves his hips up, rubbing his dick against your throbbing clit. “Sanji-kun” you moan, your body needs release, right now. “Mhhh? what is it?” he asks, a devilishly smirk on his face. “Sanji… Master, please…” you beg, as he is now making you hump over his lap.

“We have plenty of time, don’t you think, Mellorine?” he whispers, and suddenly he snatches from your hair, pulling your head back. Neck and chest exposed to him; he licks his lips ready to attack your flesh. And he does. “Stay still…” he orders.

Sanji's teeth graze your neck skin, he licks and sucks it leaving little maroon marks all over. “I’m gonna fuck you all night long, you know that?” he informs you, and bites your earlobe. “Yes, master. Please, fuck me all night” you whine. “Good girl, such a good girl you are” he whispers.

Kisses go lower, and lower. They arrive at your breasts, perfectly cupped by the leathery material of the uniform. But Sanji doesn’t really care anymore about it, he wants you naked, completely freed from whatever is covering you. “Bye bye clothes” he says, and with a sudden violent motion rips your clothes away.

Turgent boobs, hard nipples on his face, a little red drop falling from his nose. Sanji sticks his tongue out, letting a little string of saliva fall over your right nipple. You squirm at the sensation, and moan. Once it's lubricated enough, he nibbles onto it. He pulls from it; he sucks them with dedication. Your personal chef is sending you to heaven.

“S-Sanji… Sanji-kun” you moan, repeatedly. He stops the nipple heaven and asks you, “Sanji? You should call me master…”. “I’m… I’m sorry…” and before you could say anything else, Sanji lifts you up and stands up from the couch. You cross your legs around his tiny waist, and he walks towards the bed, kissing you passionately.

He throws you to bed, him towering you. He unbuttons his shirt, and pounces into you. Steamy kisses, you can't even breathe properly. "I love you; you know that?" He says with muzzled speech while pressing his lips into yours.

The chef kisses you from your chin, lower and lower. He spends a good amount of time on your belly. He is in love with that part of your body. "Spread your legs for your master, ok?" He commands. You separate your legs, and as Sanji goes down, you rest your them over his shoulders.

Like the good chef he is, the blonde appreciates the food he is about to eat. He bites the inner side of your thighs and kisses your sex softly while his golden locks brush your legs as he moves. And because he has a master in oral, Sanji attacks your core, devouring, tasting the honey of your arousal.

He becomes feral, you can’t even breathe. And Sanji, too. Sometimes you just need to grab his hair and pull from it just so he takes air. Your lover could die driven by your taste, and he would be happy.

Climax is about to hit you. And perhaps for Sanji too, because while he sucked your clit, he was jerking off the whole time.

You want him inside; you want him to stretch your walls. "Master…" you purr in between moaning. "Yes, Mellorine?". "Fuck me please, please master" you whine.

"You want Master's dick inside, don't you?" He asks and sticks his thumb inside your entrance. You moan, even if it's not his dick, you are so sensitive that sends shivers down your spine.

"Let me see how tight you are…" he tells you, fingering you, violently.

"Mh… yes, perfect" he says, taking the finger out and making you lick it. "Taste yourself, aren't you delicious?" He says, as you suck his finger with dedication and a messy expression.

And before you could say anything else, Sanji is already penetrating you. In and out, deep inside. Perfect hip motions, him softening the movements because of how strong his legs are. You grab the blankets, twisting in place, arching your back, panting.

Your cook, whenever he fucks you, he loses all sense of chivalry. Sanji passes his arm around your waist, so he can grip you better as he pounds into you. Feral grunts, whining, he is as strong as soft, a constant dichotomy, a gentleman, and a beast in bed…

You come first, that's Sanji's best motivation. And then he follows. Tonight, you forgot about protection, and you don't care. Sanji flops over you, his wavy blond hair tickling your neck. Soft grunts in your ear as his dick pumps his warm seed inside you.

"I love you, (Name)-swan" he sighs. "Me too, babe" you mumble, still trembling after such an amazing session… ♡~

[yandere-multiverse]

To celebrate surviving the Tumblr NSFW Ban, let’s go back to the beginning and have some gratuitous Yandere!Paulie

It had started out as a normal day-waking up, brushing his teeth and heading into work, but when he stepped through the doors, the atmosphere felt…off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He greeted Luigi and Sarah before heading to the meeting room, where Sam and Paulie were already seated.

“Tommy, you made it!” Paulie said jovially as Sam faintly smiled. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” he joked, although one could hear a hint of weariness in his tone. He took his usual spot beside Paulie and drew him into conversation as Sam went back to his crossword puzzle.

“Today’s a big day, Tom. I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but I will anyway. You and I are going on our own assignment. Sammy got entrusted with a top secret one, so he’s going by himself.” Sam glanced over with a small frown and raised a brow, but before he could say anything, Salieri and Frank walked through the door and took their usual positions.

“Glad to see a full party. Feels like I’m doin’ something right. Cutting to the chase, we have two targets to tackle. Sam, I already briefed you, so you are free to head on out. As for you two, a federal agent has evidence that could shut this operation down, so we need to..ahh ‘convince’ him to change his mind. He is currently staying at a hotel in Oakwood and naturally is surrounded by secret service personel, so it’s up to your discretion on how to get it done, but you have until 9 tonight because he’ll be leaving New Heaven around that time with the evidence.”

Tommy was jotting down a few notes as Paulie gazed intently at Tommy, eyes mapping out his side profile before slowly moving downward, a faint smirk on his face. “Yes sir.” he drawled and stood up as Tommy did the same and left the room. After buckling in, Tommy took off down the road, radio at a soft volume . “So how are we going to do this Paulie?”

———-

Plan made, Tommy parked a few blocks away from the hotel and made sure his gun was loaded before starting to climb up the fire escape. Once both were on the roof, they crouched behind a few a/c vents and made their way to the roof of the hotel, quietly opening the fire escape door and sneaking down the back staircase.

After some sleuthing, they figured out where the agent was currently and managed to corner him in his hotel room with two muzzles pointed at him and after threatening his life, walked from the hotel with a bundle of papers in a folder. They drove back to Salieri’s,expertly avoiding the cop cars chasing them, and laid the folder on the table.

After they were dismissed, Paulie and Tom were leaned up against the back wall of the restaurant, pinkies linked together. “You did good out there,Tommy. Y’know, I was worried when you first joined, but you’ve adapted well.” Tommy flushed slightly at the praise and moved closer. “Yeah?” Paulie nodded and moved him to a more secluded spot and cupped his cheek. “There is still so much you aren’t aware of Tommy. Me and Sam, we keep the worst bits from you because this life only ends in death. You are still so naïve and kind, always willing to see the good in everyone.”

Tommy’s eyes drooped as he leaned into Paulie’s touch and let out an absentminded hum. “I don’t need protection,Paulie, but I appreciate it nonetheless.” Apparently that struck a nerve because Paulie’s grip suddenly grew tighter and gripped his chin to turn his face. “Don’t you EVER say that agin, capiche? This is not a game and I really don’t want you to see the worst part of it. This is not a glorified life and you can’t save everyone…”

Tommy wanted to ask, but knew now wasn’t the best time, so he took off Paulie’s hat and ran his fingers through his hair. “I know Paulie, I know.”

[savnofilter]

Kinkuary Day 25

gargoyle!fatgum

☠️ warning(s): 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, sexual content, bdsm (?), sex toys, rough sex, crying, pushing limits, overstimulation, asphyxiation, mentions of fem-dom, dry cum but make it female.

☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.

☠️ words: .9k [3 minutes, 50 seconds].

☠️ read more: kinktober(uary) | part one | flf

☠️ summary: Tai was always on the receiving end of wearing the collar. how good did it feel to be have it on you for a change?

The heavyweight of his hand did great on pressing the toy onto your clit, the sensation making your thighs quiver. Your body tensed up as you felt another climax run you down. You tried moving away from the buzzing that the vibrator delivered to your clit, chest heaving as you tried to control yourself.

With the ball gag keeping your mouth open, a whimper of distress was muffled. You slumped against your restraints that held your arms up, your legs forced open with the same fate as your arms. The only other piece of fabric that was wrapped against you was the red collar that held up your neck hugged perfectly against your skin. The light jingle that was tossed in the air signified the leash that was held around your neck was struggling to keep up with your movements. His effortless hold on keeping your head up was easy. But like the responsible lover he was, he made sure that his grip didn't hurt your throat or anything serious. 

The forbearing pressure on your skin was an exhilarating feeling that you couldn’t wrap your head around. As the buzzing of the dildo continued, you followed down the path of losing yourself. Your mouth hung open as your body tried to anchor itself or its third orgasm for the night. No words left his mouth as he watched you tremble and shake as you tried to calm down only for him to carefully insert the weapon used against you into your sopping cunt, positioning it upwards to immediately hit up against your g-spot. You panted heavily as it was hard to breathe with the red collar around your neck. You would’ve breathed out a sigh of relief if he gave you the chance too… but he didn’t. 

His thumb replaced where the vibrator once was, giving slow and delicate rubs into your clitoris. A broken moan escaped your lips as he abused the spot between your legs. Your thighs clenched as you attempted to close him out, skin slick in sweat as he had no qualms of working you up. You weren’t sure you were going to last very long but you were trying so desperately too. At this point, your eyes started to bead with tears as you tried to yourself together and progressed to fail at it once again.

Though you could not even see him, you timidly raised your eyes to look up at him despite the tears in your eyes. You had never been worked up like this. So many nights you were used to being the one in charge and happily watching as he squirmed from only being under your gaze. It gave you such a strange high. After a few instances of where men couldn’t dominate you the way you wanted, you opted out being the one that gave. But Taishiro was different.

The big moment when he had snapped and dished out what you typically gave him is what made you reconsider. And certainly, you weren’t regretting it. This was the first time that you were feeling aroused under the hand of another male was exciting. Drool ran down the corner of your mouth as it was forced to stay open, the minimal proper way for airflow to your lungs slowing down the process of your response. Taishiro notices this and swiftly adjusts the tightness against your neck not wanting to injure you. He gazed at you with the same unwavering look, the feeling of concern hidden behind them if you looked closely. He leaned in to kiss at your neck—minding the collar—kissing a trail to the soft spot between your neck and jaw, teeth skimming it and sucking.

You jumped upon your skin being played with wanting so desperately wanting to wrap your arms and legs around him and pull him so closely. His hand from your neck moves to grip your thigh while his other stays focused on playing with your erect bud between your labia. You were practically putty in his hands once he started to whisper nothing but praises, his words being the last straw. You groaned as you dry came, body too spent to let out any real substance.

“Such a good girl,” Taishiro mumbled against your neck. He slows down the pace on your clit before pulling away altogether. He smiles as wipes away your tear-stained cheeks, moving in to give your lips a peck. “You looked so beautiful, Y/N.” 

He turns off the vibrator and carefully takes it from your cunt. He spreads your lower lips to watch as your hole gaped, observing how your walls quivered from the loss of touch with the mechanism of wanting more. Taishairo’s hands were delicate in taking off your muzzle and collar, rubbing the skin as the areas that it was held against were hot. Maintaining the same softness in taking down the other restraints as well, catching you in his arms when you drop like dead weight. Carrying you to your bed was easy for him since everything carried by him felt lighter than a feather. Carefully, he lays you down on the bed and gets in close to you. Even with how tired you were you snuggled up close to him. His body quickly enveloped your body as his arms wrapped around your waist and nuzzled your neck. 

“Was I okay?” He asks. A few moments pass where you didn’t answer, probing him to lean up to watch your face. He chuckles as you had already fallen asleep, giving your shoulder a soft kiss. He gets repositioned behind you, tugging the comforters close and resting his eyes closed as well.

He hoped his performance was as good as he thought, so he and you could continue your sexual adventure in the future.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Attack Of The Winter Wolf: Reality Takes Over

Summary- 8.6k Alpha Steve x Little One Reader. Visiting the reformed Pierce Pack, now under a new Alpha’s leadership, Caine. The young Alpha has a few questions for Steve. You and Steve seem to have finally found them at peace, but it still reaffirms that now your home is with your mate. Unfortunately it all comes crashing down in a matter of moments. Divider made by @firefly-graphics​

Warnings- Dominating Sex, violence, swears. This is an 18+ Blog

A/N- A friend sent me a GIF that inspired the sexual scene in this fic. If any should want to see the GIF, send me a DM as I wont be posting it on my page due to the content of it. Thank you so much for continuing reading The Packs journey in this next stage. Thoughts and Questions are always welcome. Happy Howling. 🐺💙

Chapter One / Masterlist

Steve had to admit that Caine had really changed it all around in the months he has taken over. His pack was more relaxed and open, no longer living with the fear of a crazy Alpha. Steve watched his Little One pausing every now and then to greet a former pack mate while he simply stayed nearby watching You interact with your old pack mates. Even though he knew You still carried connections with them, it wasn't the same because now you were his. You constantly danced back to him, your body seeing his reassuring touch, either taking his hand once more to weave your fingers with his or slipping under his shirt to press your palm to his back. It was all about the connection, You and the Little Wolf always establishing that bond. Steve felt a calmness wash over him at your desire to remain close. Every time a soft praising rumble would rise from him making you pleased. 

Soon Caine and Kat found the two of you “Welcome back, thinking about staying here Y/N?” The woman teased as she loped her arm through yours on the opposite of Steve. You scoffed with a shake of your head. 

“And give up all the work I did with him? Hell no.” You joked, patting Steve's chest and smirking up at him. He growled in a mock warning and nipped at your nose before letting You go with a nudge, which you split off with Kat, going to catch up. Steve and Caine watched the women for a moment till Caine broke the silence. 

“This is a side I have never seen of Y/N, it's good.” Caine observed in which Steve turned his attention from You leaving him and cleared his throat. 

“Well I'm sure she has the same observations as all of you. Not living in fear will work wonders. The whole pack looks pretty good. While we were walking around, everyone is so content here. Have nothing but to say how good an Alpha you are.”  

Caine gave almost a youthful excited look at the comment before clearing his throat to gain his composure in the other Alphas presence. 

<I like this kid.> The Wolf yipped in Steve’s mind and Steve had to agree, knowing just how dedicated Caine was to his pack, even when he was nothing more than a captive. 

I do too, and Y/N trusts him. 

“Well thank you Steve, that means a lot. We deserve to just be a pack, a real and proper one. That was actually kinda why I sent Y/N a text inviting you two over. You see Ross has been sending members here, trying to talk to me about the Accords.” 

Steve rumbled slightly at the mention of Ross. He hadn't seen the council member since you ran him off last fall. And that was just fine by Steve, he already made it known that he wanted nothing to do with the Accords nor would be signing them to give up part of his control of his pack to the council. 

“And what do you think about them Caine? I’m sure they left a copy for you to read over.” he questioned, and Caine gave a slight wrinkle of his forehead considering how to answer the question. 

“Well, part of me wants to, as all of this to take care of seems almost overwhelming at times. I want nothing but the best for my Pack, but giving up the rights to finalize choices, letting the Council be able to override my decisions? Seems dangerous to give it up. They claim it's to further protect our safety, especially if an Alpha loses his sanity. Ross claims that is what happened to Pierce, was corrupted by Hydra and that nothing could be properly done, as Pierce had every right to do what he wanted being the Alpha.”

“Yeah fucking bullshit. Pierce never should have been an Alpha. I don’t know how he managed it.” Steve growled out angrily at Caine’s words. “And that supposed Council had everything they needed to step in, they just didn’t. They were waiting to see where Pierce could lead them, at the innocent wolves expense.” Steve shook his head, the Wolf now pacing in agitation for his human counterpart. Caine nodded in agreement. 

“What I thought as well when the Senator was trying to feed me this. I told him I would think about it. But I don't think that this is the best thing for us. We are still trying to recover and it's just hard to trust anyone right now. Giving up as Alpha, it just seems to go against our very nature.” 

“Go with what you feel in your gut Caine.” Steve said. “You know what is the best thing to do for your wolves, they trust you for a reason.” The new Alpha looked relieved at Steve, that he was actually doing the right thing after a lifetime of his family being mistreated.

Soldat jumped out of the van Clint managed to hot wire, switching vehicles every couple hundred miles in case they were being followed. The Alpha they had collected groaned as Soldat yanked on the chain, Pietro pushing her forward from behind. Soldat never even bothered to learn her name. 

Her name didn't matter, she was just the mission. 

The White Wolf licked his muzzle hungrily, eyeing the Alpha, feeling the challenge her Wolf’s presence brought. But she was subdued, after killing her mate, all fight in her left. It broke her. She followed behind Soldat obediently as Brock unlocked the door to the warehouse, dragging her in. 

“A female this time.” Brock gripped her face, twisting it so she had to look at him, his sneer growing wider as it roamed up and down her, Alanna rolling her eyes from behind him. 

“Not much of a looker if you ask me. How did she get to be Alpha?” 

Brock ripped his fingers away from her face, jerking her head back. “Not all Alpha’s are built on strength. But they are weaker, easier to control. Isn't that right Sweetheart. Put her in the back... there's a free cage back there for her. Oh and Soldat, enjoy yourself with her… she's a fine piece of tail.” 

Soldat didn't say anything, just grabbed the chain he was using to lead her and tug her away with him, the rest of the team dispersed to unload the van of their equipment and dispense of it.

Alanna cocked her head as she watched Soldat leave with their latest Alpha. “Why do you do that? Offer him those Alphas like he will actually take you up on it. If you want him to get laid, why not just order it?” 

Brock watched before he turned to Alanna. “He’s programmed to only fuck his mate, if he ever chooses one, then we know. Another way to control him.” 

“You really believe in that crock of shit? Soulmates?” Alanna snorted out and Brock snapped his teeth at her. 

“I see Rogers was quick to drop you without a regret and he went halfway around the world leaving his pack behind to save his new mate.” He challenged her and Alanna snarled at him, her rage flaring at the mention of her former partner. 

“Fuck you Brock.” 

“Later Sweetheart, I got more important shit to do.” His hand whipped out and snatched her by the back of her neck, twisting till Alanna yelled in pain. “Don't you forget who owns your ass now Bitch, you got the pretty scar to prove it.” He dropped her to scramble at his feet while he stepped away, leaving her wiping her face dry from the tears of pain he caused, composing herself. 

Brock whistled a cheery tune as he followed along after Soldat to see if he was going to take him up on his offer or not.  

When Soldat shoved the Alpha in, Brock came up next to him, pulling out his phone to snap a picture of her to file away for later. 

“Good work, I have another one for you to go for. Coordinates are already pinged to your device. This one should be easy for you, he is fairly new and you’ve met him before.” Soldat dug out his own device and pulled up the file, a picture of a younger man paired along with a black wolf, both man and beast shown. “Collect him and bring him here, kill off as many of the pack as you can.” 

Soldat frowned a bit looking at it, studying it when he felt a haze of a memory rise up. Several people mingling in a hotel room, people he didn't recognize and a voice coming from nearby. 

“If Natasha and Bucky hadn’t come… Thank You, to all of you.” The Black Wolf he was looking at right now laying on a bed looking like he had just been through a fight, panting heavily.

“It was the least we could do, I’m sorry we didn’t know earlier.” The same voice he had heard calling to him days before when retrieving the Alpha. The White Wolf shook his head aggravated and Brock's voice sharpened suddenly. 

“Soldat! ANSWER ME.” 

“Yes Sir, we will head out right away.” 

It was much later when you returned with Kat. Caine and Steve were sharing beers with other wolves, talking about general stuff, Steve doing his best to answer questions, explaining how he made his pack an asset to the community, bringing in income to the sleepy town below there mountain. It all felt like back at home, that you quickly settled back in. You sidled up to Steve's side, which his hand rubbed at your side and he dropped a kiss to your temple. “Thought I was going to have to go look for you, Little One.” He chuckled and you grinned up at him, taking his beer from his hand and sipping from it. 

“Like you didn't know where I was the whole time.” You scoffed and Steve shrugged, it was true. With your bond, as long as you two were nearby, it wasn't hard for either of you to find the other. The wolves easily slipped back and forth along that shared bond, tangling together in greeting and breaking out in play as you lightly nipped at Steve’s chest when you turned into him, pressing against his chest as he tightened his arm around you. 

“Sure I did, doesn't mean I didn't want to go find you and drag you away all for myself.” His voice husked in your ear, a flattening of his palm against your lower back pressed your hips into his and you could feel exactly why. 

Your hand smoothed against his pecs as you turned around, leaning back against his chest and taking another sip of the beer before giving it back to him. Steve's arm slung around your waist loosely while he nipped gently against your mark, making you tilt your head for him with a satisfied sigh before focusing once more on the small group milling around. 

“Would you consider coming back Y/N?” someone asked, a woman named Tess that you knew vaguely from the short amount of time she was for sale. Steve growled lowly at the question and you chuckled while pushing your hair back to flash your neck. 

“Most certainly not. You all will always be family, but I’m bonded with Steve now. My home is with him and where we decide to go together. Right now as Alpha, we’re staying in the mountains.” You stated and you felt Steve shuffle behind you, speaking up as well. 

“As long as your Alpha is fine with us visiting, Y/N will come back whenever she wants to. I know you all are her family and wouldn't ever ask her to push that away.” You could feel your Little Wolf howling to her mate, the satisfied warmth of her happiness flooding through you and you couldn't feel more content then you were right now. 

Caine was nearby, nuzzling up to Kat in a sneaky way. The two of them teasing at the edge of the group when suddenly Caine seemed to realize that the attention was on them from the others in the group. 

“Of course, Y/N, this is your home whenever you want to come. As well as any of your pack.” He cleared his throat. Kat hid her face a bit, trying not to give them away. 

“Thanks Caine.” You are quick to answer, deciding then that it was time to pull you and Steve away for the night, which made you twist to face him. “What do you say Alpha, ready to call it a night? I got something I want to show you.” 

Steve arched a brow at you, seeing how you were biting your lip and giving him a playful look. He gave a wave of his hand as you ran your fingers along his stomach through his shirt, pulling away from him, making him choke back a growl at the loss of your touch. “Nice meeting you all, see you tomorrow.” he said before walking stiff legged away. The rest of the wolves chuckled among one another at him trying to not be obvious. 

You sprinted ahead while Steve was saying goodbye, well away from the group now and sliding into the darkness of twilight quickly taking over and making the shade under the trees almost dark as night now. You could hear Steve quickly catching up to you, which made you put on a burst of speed. You weren't going back to the little cabin you two were calling home for the night. You wanted to play, wide awake and ready for your Alpha. Darting into the woods, you picked up speed to put more distance between you two and cupped your hands together around your mouth to give a soft howl, enticing him to come find you, hunt you down. The Little Wolf filled your mind, your eyes glimmering yellowed in the low light as you darted away from where you could hear Steve. 

<You keep crashing like this, he will find us in no time.> 

Well that is the point. 

The Little Wolf’s laughter filled your senses as you darted around a tree trunk, your hands pressing against the rough bark as you peered around, looking for any sign of movement. All your senses flared as you listened carefully for anything. Then to your left a snap made you jump, and the Little Wolf pounded her front paws, yipping. <Run! Run!> Turning the opposite way you raced off, panting as you picked up speed. 

When Steve first followed, he thought you would make straight for the cabin. But you had veered off, following your honeysuckle scent that he picked up and took the first step into the darkening woods. Inhaling deeply, it was filled with new scents. The sharpness of the pines, the fresh crushed needles where you passed through. The wolves who lived here mingled scent, and it was somewhat reminiscent of you when he first met you. But now… He drew it in deeper when he found yours, it was different, it was his. Warming in his lungs as he plucked it loose from everything else clashing his senses. It was the one that had that honeysuckle undertones, but now it was more intimate. It was a scent he was surrounded with when you pressed in against him, especially when you were just about to go into heat. A welcoming desired scent that left him aching hard and a smirk spread with a slight possessive growl rumbling through him now that he smelled it. Knowing that the sweetness would be dripping from you, his own honey pot. 

“Little One, you better run, because you certainly can’t hide.” he whispered as his footfalls were heavy at first. He could hear a giggle that you tried to muffle as you darted around trees and swiftly turned into trails that you found. The ferns growing under the forest swayed with your movements, some leafy fronds getting crushed in the process. Your howl echoed and bounced around, but Steve was hot on your trail, not being deterred. 

He saw you ahead, when you went around a particularly large trunk and Steve went to the right, quiet in his footfalls till he happened to finally managed to get around where you were trying to hide. You peered the opposite side, stretching a bit to look. Completely unaware of where Steve was. His fingers itched now to grab a hold of your waist, pull your ass back to grind against his hips, hear you shriek in surprise and fall back into his chest to look up at him with a grin. He knew how you would play this, trying to escape him with sweet kisses and wriggles to bolt again. As Steve attempted to sneak in closer, the pad of his foot happened to press against a twig and snapped it, making you twirl around on your toes wide eyed in surprise and Steve lunged forward to catch you, your back against the tree that was shielding you earlier and his arms caging on either side of your head. 

A surprise growl rolled through you when Steve pressed himself against you, catching you efficiently between him and the tree. Your hands fisted in his shirt and your eyes flashed yellow up at him. Flops of his hair fell forward on his forehead as his head dipped to yours, teasing lust filled kisses nipping on your lips, tugging at each other hungrily with groans. “Gotcha Little One.” Steve whispered, trailing his nose against yours, and his eyes closed while he inhaled against you. 

You dragged your teeth against your bottom lip while running your hands up his chest and fingers pressed through his beard to follow the sharp angle of his jaw. “You did Alpha, now what are you going to do about it?” 

Steve let your warm honeyed scent arouse him further, a sticky sweet honeypot of a mess his Little One was and he wanted to get his mouth on you, wrap himself around you till the whole world fell away. A cheeky grin crinkled the corners of his eyes, his grin turning wolfish in nature as he growled at you. “The Big Bad Wolf will eat you up.” 

Your head fell back as laughter burst out sharply, disrupting the quiet of the night. “Smooth Alpha.” 

He nipped on your mark, turning that laughter into a distressed needy moan as Steve's hands smoothed the back of your thighs to lift you up and wrap your legs around him. Pressing his erection against your core. “I ain’t nothing if I ain't smooth ‘Mega.” He stated before claiming your lips and pressing the length of his chest into yours, stealing your air from your lungs, and making you fist a hand at the back of his head, getting lost in him. 

Soldat scanned the small pack. Some of it felt familiar, but not enough for the Hydra Soldier to consider what it meant. This was just another hit on the list Brock had for his team to overtake. These wolves were lazy in the night time warmth. Lulled to think they were safe in their packs boundaries. The White Wolf flexed in Soldats mind, licking over his jaw in anticipation of hunting them down. Soldat tilted his head in the air, searching out what the scents could provide to him. 

The only thing out of place was the scent of two Alphas here. One was young, still new in leading the pack, the one he was after. His control would be iffy at best over the wolves unless their loyalty was already cemented to him. 

But the other stirred the White Wolf in Soldat. Making him flex anxiously a moment at the sensation. Another time, another place he knew this one. It lingered in his senses and he didn't like that. Making him clench his jaw as the White Wolf shook his fur in agitation, unsure of how he knew it. Brock's voice came over the comm in his ear, snapping out. “Is the team set Soldat?” 

Soldat moved from his crouch, retreating back to where the others waited. “You all know what to do. There are two Alphas this time, go for the younger one, get the other if you can.” he told his team. Silently as always they dispersed. None of them questioned the fact that there were two Alphas. They had their orders, nothing else needed to be considered. Clint going one way through the trees, and the twins another. Wanda started to simmer red where her powers took an unnatural form, solidifying to cause harm instead of heal. Soldat shoved knives in various places in his kevlar and fitted a mask to his face for protection. That other Alpha, it still left Soldat and his Wolf unsettled for reasons he couldn't place while he prepared himself. 

“Set and dispersed, starting extraction.” Soldat said into the comm, and not even thirty seconds later Pietro's snarls and howls started on the other side of the packs compound, Soldat came out of the trees, sniper rifle lifted aiming right for the sleeping group by the nearby bonfire.

Steve ground himself into you, his chest rumbling as his hands rubbed at your sides and cupped your breasts to squeeze and tease. Your head was tilted back against the tree, drawing in air best you could as your mate sucked on your neck, tracing his mark on you with his tongue, his dirty talk making you ache, and rolling your hips to create that friction. “Gonna fill you Little One. Stretch you open and leave you dripping my cum till you're pregnant with my pups.” 

God that made your heart race, knowing that he was going to knot you against that tree. His hands kept tugging and making you arch your back, wanting him to get rid of your clothes now and really lay claim to your body. It was a whirlwind of sensations prickling your skin in a heated way. 

But then you heard it, at first it barely registered when Steve sunk teeth into your collarbone. You almost ignored it, but the Little Wolf couldn't. She stirred through your hazed mind, making you focus again outside of your Alpha. Another howl, distressed. “Steve… wait.” You tugged at his hair to lift his head away, and he growled in warning at you that he didn't want to wait, but you pulled again. 

He lifted away from where he was tasting your skin, stilling his body and frowning slightly while panting. “What's wrong Little One?” 

“Listen Steve… something isn't right.” You loosened your hold now that you knew Steve was focusing on you and he tilted his head to listen. Inhaling deeply for any change in the air. He stepped back, letting you loosen your legs around his waist and slip to a stand. Cold chills laced up your spine, looking around as the night seemed to turn silent and dangerous. 

<We gotta go back to Caine and the others.> The Little One pressed against the Alpha, who was rigid next to her, searching himself for what she sensed. 

But did we actually hear anything? You looked around you, but Steve's hand shot out and caught your wrist in his hand to keep you from moving away from him. His eyes wide as he found what he was looking for. 

“Bucky… he’s here.” The Alpha rumbled out and that's when the yells rang out, the sharp rings of gunfire. 

“The others… we have to get back to the others Steve.” You tugged your wrist loose to sprint away and Steve lunged to catch you, but you were too quick, already streaking through the woods. 

“Y/N! Come back!” Steve yelled as he took off after you. Shedding clothes as you raced, the urge to listen to your Alpha made you falter, but not enough to make you stop. Soon you were falling to all fours, faster to make it back as the Little Wolf and you put on a burst of speed that had everything a blur around you. Soon at your side was a streak of silver as the Alpha attempted to keep up with you on unfamiliar ground. Your twists made him skid heavily into the trees and brush, but he was never far behind as he tried to over take you and before you could burst into the chaos just out of sight of the tree line, he snatched your ruff and jerked you off your feet. 

The Alpha twisted you underneath him, his jaws pinning you to the ground while you struggled, but he wouldn't loosen his hold until you stilled and your eyes rolled up to look at him, willing him to release you. He couldn't let you charge into the attack like this, and he loosened, nudging you to creep forward to see what laid beyond out of sight. Both of you stayed low to the ground slinking till breaking out from the forest to the underbrush to see what was going on. 

Bodies, your old pack littered the ground and your whine echoed so loudly in distress that the Alpha flattened his ears and pressed against you before slinking along the edge, trying to find the attackers. 

A heaviness filled Steve's chest because he knew exactly what he would find. His muscles coiled when he finally caught sight of Bucky, who was taking aim at Kat. She was unaware of him while trying to help the injured to their feet. 

You crouched next to him, quivering in shock and anticipation at seeing the missing members of the Pack. The Alpha growled out an order, demanding you help the others. As well as stay away from Bucky, the danger to great to risk letting you go near him. Bucky obviously wasn't in control right now. Once the Alpha was sure you understood, he nuzzled you quickly and split away, leaving you to wait till he had the soldier distracted. 

Soldat just happened to see the other Alpha coming at him before he could take his shot. Barely. He spun to block the large wolf from hitting him. Teeth sank into his meatal protected arm, the shield plates clinking together to hold up against the pressure of the bite and he heaved back, sending the wolf sprawling back. A smaller one bolted from their hiding spot, to reach the people he was just about to end. It didn't matter, one of the others would take care of them. Soldat turned his attention to the Alpha he had scented earlier, the one who didnt belong here. 

The Silver Wolf pushed back to his feet, his chest rising and falling with each inhale. Soldat knew he was scenting him, assuming it was for the animal to figure out what he was. Swinging the rifle over his shoulder to move it out of the way, he grasped for his belt to pull out a collar. The Wolf's ears flicked forward to what was in his hand and turned wary, stalking out of Soldat's reach. A low growl rippled through him, and the White Wolf ached to submit for just a moment, but it was easy to brush it away. 

<Attack him. He is not going to expect you to rush him.> 

Why did you stall? 

The White Wolf shook himself off, snarling out. <We have our orders.> Soldat heard the waver in him but started towards the Alpha. The Alpha matched his movements, picking up speed in his gait to collide back with him. <This ones got some balls.> Soldat heard the White Wolf remark.

All the more reason to get him collared and under control.

And just before they reached one another, the Alpha darted around him, making Soldat spin just to have the Alpha tackle him once more, teeth sinking into the kevlar of his suit. There was enough force to feel the bite, but nothing that could do damage. Fistfuls of fur was grabbed trying to wrestle him away and attempt to maneuver the collar around his neck. The Alpha managed to twist out of his hold in time and Soldat yanked a knife from a hidden spot, swinging it in an aim at the animal, trying to sink it into a vulnerable spot. Instead it grazed him, a spurt of red following the blades descent through its fur. A furious snarl demanding him to submit filled the air before man and wolf collided again. 

You were busy helping Kat try to get the others away, stalling for a moment when you saw Clint emerging from out of nowhere, his aim sighted on you and the others. He was just about to let loose when you saw Caine get dragged towards him, collared now. Seeing that they had that packs Alpha, he dropped his bow and followed along with Pietro and Wanda. Unsure of what to do, Steve had demanded you only be to help and stay out of the actual fighting before breaking from cover earlier. The Omega in you wanting to obey her Alpha, keep pushing others to go into hiding like Steve wanted. 

But these were your missing pack mates, and they were causing all the destruction. Everything in your senses screamed at you to go for them, as well as go back into hiding with Kat and the other survivors. Then the hot scent of blood hit you, your Alphas blood. All other thoughts left you as your nose lifted to find him. 

It was being hit in the worst way possible, stinging your senses with fear as you broke from Steve's earlier command. Long leaps ate up the ground as you sought him out. You found him trying to bite at Bucky's neck before being thrown to the ground in a way that vibrated the ground, a knee dropping to his ribs while Bucky collapsed full force on him, a flash of silver in his hand let you know. Steve was just about to be collared.  

The whole world just zeroes in on that moment, if you can't get there fast enough, you might lose Steve. He might be able to break free from Bucky's hold before the collar is attached. But you can't take that chance, and you make a grab for Bucky's wrist, closing fangs around the metal plates and wrenching back. Catching both of them by surprise, your back paws dig in for traction as you whip your head back and forth in a move meant to snap an animal's neck. It's enough to surprise Bucky and make him fall off the Alpha, the both of you tumbling away. It did earn you a well placed kick to your skull, which caused you to yelp while stunning you. 

The Alpha pushed himself up once Bucky rolled off him, unsure of what caused him to let go, but the Alpha wasn’t going to let him get the chance again. The yelp made the hair raise on his back, now seeing the reason Bucky released him. 

You disobeyed him, which resulted in your head getting kicked at and you crumpling to the ground in shock. The Alphas rage at your expense caused him to roar in fury, a whirlwind of fury attacking his best friend. 

The Alpha managed to back Soldat up, covering your smaller form with his body. The Alpha bristled, his muzzle rolling up to show fangs and ears pinned back flat against his skull, warning him back. Soldat stalled again with the sensation he was supposed to listen to this Alpha, shaking his head to clear the impulsion. 

“You got one of the Alpha’s, leave him.” Brock's voice screamed in Soldats ear, clearing it from the impulse. Soldat took off at a run, leaving the two of them behind. 

You push yourself back to a shaky stand, having the wind knocked out of you and the kick disoriented you when the steel toe boots connected to your skull. The Alpha watched Bucky race away with perked ears, the shiver rolling through him controlling his urge to follow him, but he turned away from his best friend back to you. Padding over, the Alpha was quick to check you over, his muzzle pressing against your side to make sure nothing was broken till he nudged at your shoulder, getting you to move. When you started towards the injured, he growled sharply, making you falter and lower a bit in submission, unsure of what he wanted. 

Coolly he pressed you the opposite way, towards the cabin you two were staying at for the time being. The Alpha didn't let up, keeping you heading away from the others and back to the safety of the cabin. 

Steve had never had to quell such scared anger in his life, far more than when you had gone off the road that winter. It was raging hot that he could have lost you to Bucky, so easily. After he told you to stay away from Bucky, in that state the White Wolf would have easily snapped your neck if he got a hold of you. Because that wasn't Bucky, their packmate, his brother. Something happened to him. 

You darted into the cabin and Steve was right behind you, the both of you racing up the stairs to the bedroom where you both shifted back almost on cue with one another. You grabbed at clothing, starting to tug them on. “We have to go back out there Steve, find them and the others.” 

Steve was doing the same, but he was quick to turn towards you, his eyes still glinting hints of burning yellow while he ground out. 

“You are staying here.” 

You straightened and lifted your chin a bit when you heard Steve's command. The Little Wolf lowered to the ground hearing her Alpha’s command, but you simply weren’t going to accept that without finding out why you couldn't go help your former packmates. “I’m sure as hell not staying here Steve.” You hiss a bit while heading for the door. Steve was quicker though, his hand circling around your upper arm and tightening enough to pull you to a stop and back into the room. “Let me go Steven!” You try pulling out of his hold, but his hold tightened until he backed you onto the bed. 

“I told you once Little One. Stay the fuck here.” His teeth snapped at his words and there was just anger in his features hiding his fear.. Fear that he could have lost you was clouding his mind with jagged memories of Pierce sticking you with that needle and he was that close to losing control and attacking Bucky then. Steve knew that if Bucky hurt you this time in any way, he wouldn't be able to control himself. No one would be safe. 

You protested though, going to push against him while your voice raised in your own anger at trying to be controlled, unable to help the others. “Steve you can't-” 

This time he roared out, the tendons in his neck rigid and his tone going deep and snarling at you in a way you had never seen before and you shrunk back suddenly from him. “As your Alpha I am, if you know what's good for you Y/N, stay in this cabin. That's an order.” 

You hissed at him in anger from between clenched teeth. “You are going to have to make me submit Steve.” 

If he had to, he would. Steve almost lost you once, so close… and that was all before you two even bonded. He was ready to lose himself back then and let the Alpha take over. It was an overwhelming sense of loss that sunk in his chest. Needing to push it away, he closed the gap between you two, pressing you back onto the bed in surprise while his lips claimed your own, searing them heatedly, and the shock made you growl against him, grasping his hair to hold on. 

Steve kept the pressure, ready to make you submit to him completely. Hands grasped at your thighs, still clothed but he didn't care at this second. Wrapping them around his waist as he kissed you senseless, he easily maneuvered you up the bed, growling harshly when you tightened your hold, pulling his hair at the roots when you grabbed onto his head.

It all happened so suddenly that you could only hang while he maneuvered you to where he wanted you, blinking up at him in shock for a second when he pulled away to pant above you. Locked gazes, you arched up to meet him again, pulling at his shirt to rip at it, his hands doing the exact same to you. Shreds of clothing got tossed away as you both withered against one another. You bit into Steve's shoulder when he rutted himself against you. “You will listen Y/N, You have no choice in this.” he snarled out against your neck. 

It was a heated spiral in your limbs, burning in your gut. Echoing in your mind was the Little Wolf snapping and yipping at the Alpha. You pushed against Steve to rub yourself into him, snarling against his ear. “Then do it!” It was animalistic the way he bit at your mark, making you gasp between pleasure and pain while dragging you closer till you felt him everywhere except where you needed him. Slick coated your thighs while his cock dragged against your thigh. “You want to make me listen so badly, here I am.” Another roll of your body and he pulled away to run his hands up your withering body, palms covering your breasts and marking the swells. 

Before you knew it, you were flipped to your belly, Steve snapping your hips up in the air, the curve in your back sharp as you clutched at the bedding to scream your frustrations into the mattress, you were furious at Steve for commanding you to stay, and the way your body betrayed you. You could break it, but you didn't want to defy him. You had spent a lifetime going against your instincts protecting yourself, now it was time to trust for once. Steve was different, it was because he loved you to keep you safe, not use you. 

He growled above you and you pressed back against him, feeling his hands wrap tightly around your hips and rock you back into position. “I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you.” 

You clenched at his words, lifting your head enough to speak without being muffled in the bedding. “Fine Steve, I'm not going anywhere.” You felt yourself finally give into him, not because you couldn't break that bond, but you didn't want to. It ached too much to defy him when it meant so much to him even though it infuriated you to do so. 

His hand circled to dip between your thighs, teasing between your folds as he bit your shoulder, holding you still with his other hand while thrusting his cock into your weeping entrance and spreading you open in a sharp sting that made you cry out sharply. His thrusts were quick  and dominating, leaving you withering in his hold while fingers strummed your clit and his chest crushed against your back. Grunting growls and slapping skin filled the room, words becoming meaningless between you two. 

It was such a primal moment, one complete with trust as neither of you could do anything but seek connection and pleasure from one another. You felt the rush of your orgasm wash over you, crying Steves name with tears in your eyes. 

Steve wasn't ready to slow down, feeling you break apart under him just made him go faster, his hand covered in your arousal flushed up your body to fondle your breast, pulling at your nipple and squeezing while he pulled you both up to your knees. It just solidified for him that he needed you, just like this all for him. You arched before him, one hand reaching behind you to grasp the back of his neck, and the other covering his hand clasped over your chest. He still rutted into you, biting your shoulder enough to keep you still while he pounded himself into you. 

For You, you had never felt him so entangled in you, holding you to him so that not only did you feel him physically, but mentally. Everything he felt, feared, and needed was just an overflow of information in your bond, and it took such complete control that rational thought was impossible. All you could respond to was the way he dragged out your moans and cries, his grunts into your skin as he slapped against your backside, and punched the air from your lungs when your next orgasm turned the edges of your vision black. 

“Steve, I can't…” You begged and he groaned against your mark, his tongue sweeping over the sting of the bite he left, sure you were scented with him. 

“You can Little One, I have you.” He assured you as his hard thrusts turned into heavy drags through your sensitive walls that were clenching and trying to hang onto him while he so easily pushed through you to bury to the hilt. 

You pushed back into him when he ground into you, the two of you falling back so you were sprawled against his chest, his arm latching over your chest to keep you in place while his feet planted against the bed. Able to leverage himself into filling you so complete, your nails dug into his forearm stretched across you and tears streamed down your face. Your body felt wrung out, not able to give him that last one he wanted. 

There was no denying in this moment no matter what way Steve took you, he was in control of you, and you were just able to hold on. 

You felt his knot swell, stretching inside of you while he filled you with himself, warm against your aching channel, your body milked him, claiming every burst Steve gave with a growl of your own till it all stopped. Underneath you he calmed, his arm still heavy across your chest, but he was still except for heavy dragging breaths against your neck and your own pants as your head tipped back into his shoulder, staring upwards. 

“I promise, I won't leave.” 

“Good Girl.” He muttered, still hints of dominating presence in his tone, but it wasn't fear now, but acceptance. Steve managed to roll you onto the bed and his hands rubbed at your side to lull you into closing your eyes to relax in the aftermath. When he pulled out, you whimpered into the pillows, clenching your fingers into the fabric. 

“Just rest… I will be back soon.” He nipped at your neck, with that he moved off the bed to grab at his clothing and get dressed while you curled up on the mattress. Your body was tired and is fogging your mind trying to pull you into sleep. The last thing you felt was the scrape of his beard against your cheek as he kissed your temple and left you, his boots heavy thuds down the stairs and the slam of the front door left you alone in the bedroom, slipping finally into a fitful sleep. 

The Little Wolf whined loudly after a while, leaving it echoing through your body, distressed that the Alpha was going out on his own, leaving you locked here and had been angry at your defiance. It also effectively woke you back up after a quick nap. 

He will be okay. You assured her as you stretched back to a stand and went down the stairs to look out the window, watching for Steve to come back. He must be following Bucky’s trail. What happened to them? 

<Hydra… Didn’t you see the collar around Bucky's neck? He's being controlled. If he's being controlled Steve isn't safe going after him alone.> The Little Wolf paced back and forth, anxious with wanting to obey her Alphas command and going to help her Mate in his hunt. 

Your fingers curled around the front doors handle a moment, the internal battle making your throat close and eyes well up as you turn away from the door. You would respect your Mates order, as much as it left you scared to do so. 

Steve jogged in the forest following Bucky’s scent, quickly picking up the other members of his team as they all met back up at some point. There were also many other scents where other Wolves had passed through, probably in their bid to get away from his missing packmates. Steve pulled out his phone, dialing Natasha as he came stumbling out to a dirt road, and that's where the trail ended. Fresh tire wheels showing where a heavy vehicle sped off. 

The ringing of the phone was soon cut with Natasha's voice. “Steve? What’s wrong, why are you calling so late?” 

“Nat are you near Y/N’s old pack?” He questioned as he leaned down to look at the tire marks, looking for anything distinct to go on, but he was quick to straighten back up. They were long gone, with Caine he suspected. Just like the other attacks Steve had heard about. For some reason they were taking the packs Alphas. 

“Not too far off, why? Where are You and Y/N?” Natasha asked then and Steve confirmed where they were. “I will be right there.” 

“Just come right in, Bucky and everyone just hit this area, took off with Caine.” 

“Are you guys okay?” Her first concern being for you and Steve. 

“Were fine, Y/N is back at the cabin we were staying at and I followed Bucky’s trail to where it ended. They must be holed up somewhere nearby.” 

After hanging up, Steve took one last look around the area, and then headed back towards the compound. It would be a bit until Natasha showed up, and he knew he would have to talk to you now that his temper had calmed somewhat. 

<It was the best choice Steve, we don’t know what Bucky would have done to her if he got a hold of her.> 

That wasn't Bucky… or Clint, Wanda, Pietro… Steve thought, and the Alpha growled softly in agreement. They did something to them, controlling them. 

<The collars, they are stronger than the one Pierce used on Bucky before. You know what this is like… you have seen it before.>

Steve’s chest tightened, knowing exactly what the Alpha was talking about. Back in his days working with Howling Commandos they ran into a similar instance before. A group of renegade wolves making their way across Europe destroying not just other shifters, but humans as well in the most vicious way. They managed to disband most of them. 

The one that got away, he was the only one to break the control Hydra had on him. Steve recalled. 

<And you know where he returned to… maybe it's time we follow up on that lead and see if he is still alive.> 

It was something to consider Steve thought to himself as he made his way back to the cabin, easing the door open to the quiet of the cabin. The Alpha quieted in his mind as Steve let his senses open, feeling for you. He was quick to hear you shifting in the bed upstairs, rolling to your side and not actually getting any rest. An outward exhale of relief you were still safe escaped Steve as he started up the stairs. 

You heard Steve come into the house and pushed to sit up when he appeared in the doorway, his eyes roving you up and down, making you feel a bit small after the earlier altercation. Your legs curled up under you at the edge of the mattress, your hands folding into your lap as your head tipped, a typical submissive pose for either your mate of Alpha. “Oh Little One…” Steve started as he came into the bedroom, moving to kneel before you on the floor, his hands sliding along your folded knees and easing up along your bare thighs. “I only did it because I had to.” 

Your eyes lifted and a frown fluttered across your face. 

“Had to? Steve I’m your mate and partner, you can't just keep me safe all the time.” 

A soft growl rose up as he pressed his mouth to your knee, his eyes lifting with a tint of yellow in them, the Alpha so close to the surface while discussing your safety. “Can’t I? As your mate and Alpha, it's taking everything in me now not to bring you back home.” Your hands reached to cup his face, scraping slightly through his beard and spreading against his cheeks. A swipe of your thumb under his tired looking eyes. 

“You know I wouldn’t go Steve.” You wrinkled your nose at him slightly and he shifted to nip the top of your thighs, you moved to unfold your legs and let them drape off the edge of the bed, your foot rubbing against Steve's ribs gently. “I can’t just leave them.” 

“Still doesn’t change how I have the drive to keep you safe.” Another inhale against your thigh, light bite as Steve tasted you with a press of his tongue. “All I could think of is how I almost lost you with Pierce. Bucky is not Pierce, he's strong, more efficient, and dangerous because he’s being controlled.” 

Your knees pressed against his sides and your hold tightened on his jawline to lift him from your lap so he would look at you. “And what about you Alpha? What do you think it does to me when you rush off into danger and I can't be there with you?” You felt Steve's fingers dig slightly into your hips while your words sunk in, the yellow tinge backing away as his Alpha retreated and the crystal blue sharpened. You knew it would pain Steve to think that he had caused you any distress. The Little Wolf whined, her ears flattening while seeing all this being processed. 

Steve could feel the Alpha try to keep calm, respect the bond by waiting to be invited before going to his mate. Steve could imagine what you would feel being told to stay while he went into a dangerous situation. 

He knew what it did to him, the bile of fear raising up in his throat once more, it wasn't something he was familiar with. Fear didn't live in Steve’s body, not till he had you, then suddenly he really did have something to fear, losing you for good. That all was sunk down deep into him from the first time, maybe he had a problem he never knew he had. That worried him to be so irrational, he couldn't let it control him, because it would just end up pushing you away. 

Taking a dragging breath, he pushed up from where he was kneeling on the floor and sat next to you on the bed, you twisted to face him and crawl onto his lap till you were straddled, your arms around his neck, knowing that you had just ripped off a bandaid of sorts. “I’m sorry Little One, I put your safety first in my mind and nothing else. It will end up happening again.” 

Your forehead tipped to lean against his, sighing softly as your fingers trailed down the back of his neck and back up. 

“Steve, I'm not just your mate, I'm your partner. Where you go, I go to. You can't always keep me out of the way of what you deem dangerous.”

The silence stretched between you two, unable to give each other what the other wanted entirely here.

[peterrparrkerr]

Coercion - read on ao3

Tagging: @snowstark @someonepostedart @thegreenmetblue @sinditia @just-things-things @andacheesyoneliner @lokitonypeter @bluestarker @lilcoffeecup

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Peter climbs the wall of windows silently, walking on his toes and fingers.

Its dark out, the building empty of everyone but the security team and custodians.

Peter forces himself to breathe slowly, checking each floor before continuing up. Its nerve wracking, knowing that at any moment someone could see him on the other side of the glass.

But he kept going. Kept crawling up and up until the air got colder and thinner.

A bag hanging across his shoulder flutters in the wind, and Peter presses himself closer to the glass. Once the wind has died down again, he continues.

His arms shake with effort and fear, blood singing with adrenaline.

He doesn't think he'd be able to slow his fall from this height, and although he's got superhuman healing, Peter doesn't think he'd be able to walk away from a fifty story drop.

He freezes when his senses spike with warning, the feeling like having the nerve endings in his head poked at.

He looks around the open space on the other side of the room. The only light inside is coming from the cooler doors.

Peter stays completely still, scrutinizing the big room for any perceived damage.

Not finding anything, Peter glances around him, but again, there's nothing. Its just him, almost 60 stories from the ground.

The floor he wants is the penthouse, and thats still a dozen stories up. Peter inwardly curses the Superior and his need for having the biggest, flashiest building in the world.

Another gust of wind has Peter slipping and he lets out a yelp, cut short as he clamps his teeth shut, sticking to the glass like a tree frog.

He takes a moment to let his heartbeat slow. Takes deep breath until its no longer stuttering from his chest, and then slowly continues his climb.

He just needs to get in and out without anyone seeing him. Needs to plant the virus somewhere, get a link set up. Maybe then the world can finally be rid of the Superior once and for all.

He's just reached the floor he needs when his senses go haywire. He almost loses his grip again at the spike.

Before he can do anything, the glass under his fingers explodes, slick black tendrils reaching for him. Peter gasps, the feeling of falling making him freeze up, but before he can, the inky black claw-like substance wraps around his chest, like a taloned hand picking up a doll.

Peter's yanked into the building, and his eyes widen at the sight before him.

He's never seen a beast quite like this -with silky wet skin as dark as night, built like a heavyweight champion on steroids, and with eyes similar to Peter's suit.

What really draws Peter's focus is its mouth. "Going somewhere, little spider?" The thing growls, voice so low and -other- that Peter about wets himself.

He kicks and claws, thrashing in his one hand as he's held off the ground.

A tongue as thick and long as Peter's arm slithers out of its mouth, licking at the row of prehistoric looking teeth.

Peter shoots its face with his webbing, left, then right, then left again, trying to glue that mouth shut, and hopefully suffocate it.

The hand clenches down harder, constricting his ribs and Peter lets out a desperate cry, hands dropping to try and pry the claws from his torso.

The monster stretches his jaw and the webbing is broken. Peter watches in growing horror as the thing eats it. Licking it from its face like cotton candy.

"You look delicious," the thing growls, pulling Peter closer. "So wriggly."

Another frightened and desperate noise breaks from Peter's chest as he struggles harder.

"Thats enough."

Both Peter and the monster freeze, their eyes turning towards the voice, and Peter's blood grows cold when a light flickers on, revealing the Superior himself.

"Lets have Eddie back, my pet," the Superior hums, standing to his feet. Peter wriggles more, trying to pry the hand off from around his chest.

The thing shrinks -though its hand remains- to reveal a man. Peter's eyes widen, seeing the black goop of a thing still holding him aloft is attached to the man's shoulder.

He looks at the Superior for further instruction, not saying a word. The Superior settles a gentle hand on the man's shoulder as he gets closer, praising both the man and the beast before turning his attention to Peter.

"Look at you," he breathes, stepping closer. The thing holding him brings him closer, though he never reaches the floor. "I've been looking forward to this for a long, long time, Peter."

Peter's breath catches in his throat and the Superior smirks.

"What, you don't think I keep an eye on everyone?" He asked innocently, reaching for Peter's head. "You think someone as unimportant as you couldn't possibly have caught my eye?"

Peter rears his head back, grunting with an effort to get away, but fingers grasp his mask and its yanked from Peter's head.

"Oh, Mr. Parker, how wrong you are," the Superior continues, brushing soft fingers along Peter's jaw. "You've been busy, little spider. Its cute, watching you try to make New York a safer place."

Peter clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to bite the hand currently touching the skin of his cheeks.

"But its never been safer," the Superior continued.

"Liar," Peter bites out before he can stop himself. The Superior's smirk broadens and Peter's skin prickles.

"You're a very smart boy," the Superior said, ignoring Peter's outburst. "You've created that virus all on your own in that little two bedroom apartment. My own employees can't do that, even with everything I offer at their disposal."

Peter's heartbeat rises at the mention of his apartment with aunt May.

Blue eyes glint mysteriously and Peter digs his fingers into the hand around his middle.

"I've been waiting for you to get the courage to actually go through with it," the Superior says softly. "To be able to get my hands on that lithe little body of yours."

As if to prove it, those hands move from his face down to his chest, over the beast's hand and settling on the jut of his hips.

"And this suit," the Superior marveled. "You're just asking for it in this."

"Are you gonna kill me?" Peter finds himself asking, fear making his voice shake. He can't die. Doesn't want to. What would aunt May think? She had told him never to seek out the Superior. To avoid him. Yet here he was.

"Killing you would be such a waste," the Superior answers on a sigh. "No, I have something much better planned for you, little one."

Peter's mind races with the possibilities and he thrashes with vigor, kicking at the air and hitting at the clawed hand.

The Superior's hand grabs Peter by the chin so fast Peter can't dodge it. He winces at the strength the man possesses as he's brought forward, their eyes meeting, blue on brown.

"You don't want to fight me, Peter," the Superior said, eyes flashing. Peter felt a breath release from his chest, the fight seeping from his bones as exhaustion sets in.

His tone lulls Peter, pulling at something deep inside him, quieting the voice in his head screaming to fight back.

"Thats it," the Superior smirked, petting Peter's hair with his other hand. "Dont you want to stay with me, little one? Be mine?"

Peter finds himself nodding, mind fogging as he continues to listen to the Superior.

"Let him go, Venom."

The clawed hand slithers from around Peter after he's set to his feet, and Peter momentarily forgets what he had been doing before. He had been here for a reason, he was going to do something.

He remembers -somewhere deep in his mind, so out of reach it could've been a dream- the rumors of the Superior being a silvertongue. But its so unimportant now, that its quickly dismissed.

"You'd love to make me happy," the Superior smiled, holding Peter's jaw the way one would cup a dog's muzzle between their hands. Peter finds himself settling his head further into the Superior's hands.

"Yes," he says, the word slow to come. The Superior pats his cheek.

"Take him to the lab," he says, still looking at Peter, but talking to the other man -Eddie, Peter thinks he's called. "Get him prepped. I've been waiting so long to make this pretty boy mine."

A hand grips Peter's upper arm, and he finds a bit of that fight returning, not wanting to go.

The Superior hushes him with a gentle hand. "I want you to go, little one," he says. "It would make me so happy."

Peter nods and lets Eddie take him away from the Superior.

"When its finished, take him to my bed, and wait for me there."