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harveybwabbitficrebolgs29 · 1 year

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Reunion [SDT] Vergil x OC [with minor Dante.]

[Feat. My OC: Cailen Paladino who will appear in an upcoming fic.]

Cailen was hopeful when she heard Dante and Vergil had returned from hell, she rushed over to Devil mat cry to greet them only to be greeted by a blast of hot air and an immense demonic aura that brought her to her knees, while trying to figure out just what the hell was happening?

Cailen was suddenly picked up like a toddler! she resisted the urge to squeak feeling her legs dangle in air, as her laurel eyes met Dante’s burning orange demonic eyes shone warmly at her shock expression there was an odd crackling wood noise that rumbled from his throat,

A chuckle? the petite brunette thought before feeling Dante’s hold suddenly shifted on her uh-oh... “Hold up, hold up now…eek!” Cailen could only wince as she was engulfed in a smoldering bearhug by the happy Devil hunter his wings; that she had just noticed, were almost fluttering before setting her down on her feet.

“Missed you…” Dante hissed as Cailen craned her neck up to look at him she had heard from her son [Cailen is Nero’s mother.] about Dante’s new form he wasn’t joking when he said he was big, then again everyone was big to Cailen; what with her a stunning woman of 5’ nothing! often found her self the butt of Dante’s teasing even when they were younger!

Cailen was brought out of her thoughts by Dante poking her stomach particularly where she been impaled by a Fury that was aiming for V, he probably wanted to see the damage… She lifted her shirt up a bit to show off a gnarly scar, Dante’s eye dimmed a bit. “Nice eh? can’t be drinking as much as I used too, they had to take out a kidney.” the triggered hunter’s wings and shoulders slumped he loved their bar nights together as Cailen pulled her shirt down.

“So are you done showing off, Because It’s kind of hurting my neck talking to you like this.” Dante shook his head “Not showing off, stuck.” Cailen cock an inquisitive brow. “What do you mean stuck? “Dante explained He and Vergil did some non-stop fighting during their way back and due to being trapped in a demonic hellscape of a power house almost a year has caused their trigger control to become a little…. unbalanced, and until their bodies can regulate the extra demonic power and get used to being in the human world’s atmosphere again their pretty much under house arrest.

"Speaking of which where is Vergil, is he here?”

“No…not here, he’s hiding…”

“Hiding…why would he be hiding?”

“He retained some of V’s memories including a certain traumatic one...”

Cailen blinked processing this, Vergil remembered her and V… the fury attacking her losing control of himself and ultimately leaving her defenseless for Nico to pick up, he probably thought she had died given how much blood she lost… “Do you know where he’s hiding?” she asked concerned as she watched Dante settle down and watch the new tv Nero had giving him to watch while stuck at home. “Probably in the last place you’d look.” he hissed finding a channel playing Godzilla: King of Monsters which caught his interest immediately. *the last place I’d look…* her laurel green eyes widened thanked Dante giving him a kiss on the mandible while he purred picked up a bag of popcorn started making it pop in his hands by focusing his aura.

-At your house-

The last place Cailen would look for Vergil is her house! V had stayed there locking himself in her study reading her books and research papers, until it was time to leave for Redgrave, The first thing Cailen had noticed when she discharged from the hospital was the the last book V read had a bookmark in it, you wouldn’t save a page unless you were planning to come back and read it…

Sure enough when Cailen got home she was met by a blast of freezing air and a demonic aura that matched Dante’s in power, the brunette shuddered feeling her arms covered in goosebumps the windows were frosted over the conjurer noted making a flower along the cold glass as she went deeper into her darken house, she tried a switch a few times but, the electricity seemed to be out.

Vergil’s energy must’ve overloaded the fuse box… when she got to her study’s door could see her breath and feel a sense of longing for the man hiding on the other side of the door and hesitantly went to to knock only for the door to suddenly opened and a beat Cailen was yank inside and held against a hard chest the room was dark save for the low blue glow of Vergil’s eyes and markings.

Cailen was surprise to to find how warm in temperature Vergil’s body was in comparison to the frigid energy emanating from him, he had his wings closed around them, his body was tense and his eye were glued on her tiny form, blocking what little light was leaking into the room, her hand curiously traced the blue V on his chest causing a an odd purring noise coming from the demon, but Vergil had to make sure of something “is your body alright?” he hissed not bothering to hide the worry in his voice.

“It’s healing.” Cailen assured him Vergil’s only response was wary hum before cautiously tugging at her shirt, the brunette pulled it up to let him see the scar on her hip, Vergil’s eyes had darkened dangerously as he took in the discolored flesh his thumb gently tracing over the mark as if Cailen was made of glass, only to stop his ministrations when he heard her take a sharp breath. “Did that hurt?” he asked watching her reaction carefully seeing the tips of her ears were pink, Cailen shook her head. “No the scar- I -I’m very sensitive there *ahem*” Vergil’s tail twitched curiously, he’ll definitely remember that…

Vergil was brought out his thoughts by Cailen wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug this seem to put him at ease his arms found their way around her waist, Vergil buried his face into crook of her neck. “I missed you.” the brunette murmured the devil rumble softly in response, it’s been along time since he felt someone hug him like this…

in fact it’s been a long time since he’s had anyone shown him physical affection. Vergil never realized how how much he missed her and how touch starved he truly was, until he started getting vague flashes of her and his human half together…

It made him jealous and angry at himself, his arms tightened around her waist, It due to his own selfishness that Vergil missed out on so much. Cailen had to do a lot of things on her own, all while raising their son, luckily he was Vergil again, he had made a silent vow while in the demon world that when they returned to human world, Vergil would return to Cailen apologize for leaving her and try to make things right with her, and this time he wasn’t letting go.

#devil may cry #vergil sparda x oc #dante sparda #fem oc

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harveybwabbitficrebolgs29 · 1 year

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[Single dad! Soap au: R/n is a kindergarten teacher is throwing a little party for the kiddos at the end of school, they homemade treats out and the children are watching a Halloween movie She’s waiting on parents to come get the kids, when the MacTavish twins (a boy and girl pair.) were apparently terrified of the concept of cartoon children receiving rocks for treats instead of candy, they come up to her absolutely sobbing.]

Girl! Twin: Can you turn off the movie, please? It’s too scary!

R/n: I’m sorry sweetie, all the other kids are enjoying it. How about we go to the other side of the cafeteria and play a board game, instead?

Boy! Twin: That won’t work!

R/n: Why not?

Girl! Twin: BECAUSE WE CAN’T LOOK AWAY!

[Cut to R/n with one crying twin on each knee, terrified but adamantly refusing to look away from the movie. Luckily Soap showed up a few minutes later, very confused why his children were crying, after a quick explanation they managed calm the kids by reminding them that they’ll be getting real candy for Halloween and not dirty rocks.]

Soap: I’m really sorry for that, I never thought something like the Great Pumpkin could cause such a reaction.

R/n: It’s fine Mr. MacTavish, I wouldn’t be good kindergarten teacher if I didn’t have to soothe the occasional kid meltdown.

Soap, nodding: Ah, Please call me Johnny or Soap. I never cared for that ‘Mister’ business.

R/n: Okay, Johnny, just let them cool down I’m sure once they go out trick or treating they’ll forget about the whole thing.

Soap: Yeah…

(Soap cheeks were dusted pink as he checks around to maker sure the other parents aren’t watching.)

Soap: We’re still on for Saturday, right?

R/n: *Kisses Soap on the cheek* Oh, don’t you know it!~

[Soap smiles like a dope as he gets in his car and drives off, R/n waves goodbye to him.]

#john soap mctavish x reader #call of duty x reader

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harveybwabbitficrebolgs29 · 1 year

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Strangers Like Me - Chapter 3

Pairing: Tarzan!Submas x Reader

Tags: AFAB!Reader, the most enthusiastic way of going down on someone, mating press, Ingo being very very possessive, voyeurism, Emmet is watching, alwaaays watching..

Based on @r0-boat's Wildman!Submas AU.

Minors DNI 18+

"Please hold still."

"No."

"Emmet-"

"No!!"

The beastman yelped, snapped and struggled against you whenever you brought the damp cloth to his shoulder wound. The fall Emmet endured was not too bad, considering he lived in the wilds for so long. Unfortunately, he grazed his shoulder against the cliffs in his descent and if you didn't clean it up soon, it was going to get nasty.

Ingo, on the other hand, was unscathed. That came from being raised by Hisui's most revered Lady of the Mountains. He sat across the camp, roasting some fish he caught earlier for dinner in the fire. He could easily overpower Emmet if he wanted to, but you insisted on cleaning the wound instead. Mostly because you were certain that if these two were in close proximity, one of them might start a spar all over again.

"Just.. A little bit more," you gritted your teeth while Emmet squirmed.

"I don't need it!" He tried to crawl away, but you held him down with all the weight you could muster.

With a firm press of a hand, you squeezed the bitter Vivichoke juice straight into the gash, and Emmet howled. "ZOWWW!!” he wailed, shaking you off to create distance. “That hurt!"

"It's either this or we cut your arm off," you sassed, soaking the towel into some more of the medicinal mixture. "Now please try to stay put - I promise it won't take much longer than two minutes as long as you endure it for that long."

It almost felt jarring talking to a wild man like this. Granted, Ingo seemed to understand most of the things you say. It's just when this fiendish look-alike responded in full sentences, it felt so off-putting.

"How'd you learn to talk like this anyway?" You asked, hoping that some small talk will distract him from the sting of the medicine.

Emmet flinched at the second dab of the towel, but kept his word in hopes that it'll all be over soon. "My brother speaks human. Yup! I learned from him."

You noticed how Ingo perked up from his cooking. "And how many brothers do you have..?"

"Just one," Emmet murmured, his tone dipping low.

Ingo pointed a finger at himself, his eyes shining with hope. Only for said shine to extinguish when Emmet sneered coldly at him.

"Not you," the Zoroark man glowered. "I do not know you. Why do you have my face."

You could pinpoint the moment Ingo's heart sank all the way to his belly. It was best if you quickly tried to take damage control. "I may have just met you, Emmet," you began slowly while Ingo got up to fetch something from the tent. "But even I'm pretty sure you two are at least related in some way."

When Ingo returned, he had one of your sketches clutched in his hand. “Look,” he demanded his twin, shoving the paper at Emmet’s face. “You. Me. Same.”

Emmet leaned back with squinted eyes, his smile twisted while he scrutinized over the drawing. It was the portrait you made for Ingo, but with a broad smile instead of his usual frown. A reference for what he thought his missing brother would look like. It was pretty close, but Emmet thought otherwise.

“This is just you with a smile,” Emmet pointed out. “I never cut my hair this short. How do you not feel naked. And I do not smile like this. Why are you so ada–”

With a free hand, Ingo immediately shoved a palm into Emmet’s mouth in an attempt to silence him, muffling whatever else his twin was about to say. He muttered bitterly, "Talk too much.."

You had a bad feeling about this. “Ingo,” you warned him, but Ingo only frowned deeper. “Ingo, let go before he bites you or–”

Whatever Emmet did next was worse. There was a horrid gurgling sound where he summoned as much spit as he could from the back of his throat before he finally went, “Mlaaagh.” Emmet slobbered, his tongue trailing messily all over Ingo’s hand. The slimy, gross sensation clearly did not sit well with the other.

“EUUWGHHH,” Ingo squawked and heaved himself away in attempt to slap his twin across the face. Except Emmet clasped a hand over his wrist, keeping miserable Ingo secure at his mouth just to torture him with more drool. The pitiful screams of agony ensued.

You watched the two wrestle on the ground while you remained on the sidelines, the damp towel cold in your hands. It hadn’t even been two minutes and you convinced. These two were definitely brothers.

—

Although they were most definitely related, you still can’t believe just how polar opposites they can be. “Emmet, please stay inside the tent,” you groaned from across the river. “You’ll catch a cold out there!”

“Do not be daft. I have lived here my whole life,” he insisted stubbornly. “And I do not need a human den. Verrry silly! There is a perfectly good tunnel right here.” He waved to this very odd hole in the ground. You wondered if he could even fit in there.

“Emmet, please–”

Emmet looked to your side where Ingo was, who was watching this back and forth between the two of you like watching a tennis ball get pinged left and right across the river. Emmets' grin stretched into a sour grimace, his cheeks burned with a very frustrated pink.

“No!” he finally barked, before he burrowed himself down into the narrow entrance of the old, abandoned pokemon den. His feet kicked up snow, shoveling handfuls of ice behind him before he disappeared inside with a mute ‘thud’.

You sighed, exhausted and drained just from trying to wrangle this one man-child the entire day. If you weren’t told he was raised by Zoroarks, you would've assumed he was raised by mules instead. He was certainly ornery enough to pass off as one! You crossed your arms with tensed temples, before you felt the broad hand of Ingo rest on your shoulder. You looked up at him, those silver pools of mercury watched you softly and you leaned against him for comfort.

He’ll come around, Ingo would’ve said, if he knew the words. You understood him anyway.

“Come on,” you muttered and took his hand in yours. He felt warm and toasty, like a human oven. “Let’s go back inside.”

Ingo nodded, following your lead inside the tent. Before he ducked inside, he took one last look at the hollow entrance of Emmet’s makeshift home. “Emmet,” he forlorned. “No memory..”

“I know, baby,” you cooed while you made yourself comfortable on one of the sleeping bags. Ingo lowered his head on your lap when you coaxed him over with a few pats on your knee, snuggling close to share his body heat. Your hand ran across his pale crop of hair, combing through the long ponytail he kept neat and tidy. He sighed wistfully at the calming sensation and began to purr.

“Maybe," you guessed. "Perhaps he hit his head at some point, I don’t know..”

Ingo curled himself up a little tighter.

“I’m sure he’ll remember some day,” you reassured him, your fingers gliding across his scalp. “Just take it slow, a little at a time, alright?”

He responds with a hushed ‘Mnn’.

“Hey, if he’s up for it,” you suggested. “We can all go for a little outing together. Jog his memory a bit with a walk,” You smiled when Ingo looked up at you. Mercury pools twinkled in your direction. “How’s that sound?”

A small Purrloin smile traces his lips. He’d like that.

It was hard to sleep that night. Knowing the one person you wanted to nurse back to health chose to sleep in the outskirts of the Icelands made it very difficult. It clawed away inside of you. That and also something else.

A certain someone's libido.

“Iggy.”

You felt the familiar sensation of the Ingo Express rub between the cheeks of your ass. He'd been spooning you in his sleep and you guessed he must've dreamt something. What else could have prompted this? “.. Nngh.”

“Hey buddy, I know we’re the only ones in the tent–”

His lips brushed and tickled on your right shoulder, the same where he always marked you. His teeth grazed there, nipping at your skin daintily, savoring your taste. It was his way to ask permission. You usually let him do whatever he wanted, but tonight, you were pretty sure you had company who was an earshot away.

“Iggy, baby, please–”

“Please.”

There it was again. That singular whimper. The one that always, without fail, made your heart melt.

“Please,” he repeated, the pitch of his voice soared higher. His hands travelled up your shirt, nudging the fabric away to cup your chest. The tips of his fingers felt as though he held fire between them whenever he traced along your luscious curves. “Please, please, pretty please..”

Oh, Sinnoh above.

“Ingo, good boy?” He nuzzled at the crook of your neck.

Sinnoh on fucking high! He’s purring too, which meant he knows whatever he’s doing is working!

He mewled behind the shell of your ear. “Good boy for you?”

Your last resolve broke. There was no way you can deny him now, not after saying those magic words.

“I can't get enough of your begging,” you conceded. As soon as he felt you relax beneath him, he let out a victorious gasp. He hurried to straddle you with glee, hiking your ankles upward so that they rest on his shoulders. But before he could do anything, you spoke again.

“Hold your horses there, bucko,” you placed a hand on his knee to make him pause. He stared down at you with widened eyes. “You have to be really quiet. Not a single peep! Okay?”

Ingo pouted. He was not in the mood to be quiet! He wanted to be loud! How funny, he thought, how nervous he once was to let out his voice long ago when you first touched him. Now, he wanted the entirety of Hisui to know whenever he laid claim on you.

And the number one person who needed to know that Ingo had dibs on you first was his very own brother. He still hadn’t forgotten how he witnessed Emmet shamelessly grope you at the hot springs. He still did not know how to feel about that. Oh, had it been some other person, he’d most definitely slice their arms off as punishment. But as soon as he learned it was his long, lost sibling all along?

He honestly did not know. He wasn’t sure how to feel. Hazy memories of their childhood bubbled up all day, how the two shared toys together, shared food together.

Shared this one special playmate together.

He regarded you for a moment, his features soft as he beheld you. Something rests at the tip of his tongue, a question, an inquiry, but he did not know how to word it.

After the events of today, shouldn’t he feel some sort of jealousy? He felt something else. Something he could not describe. It ate at him like bugs crunching through his guts. What was he going to do if Emmet ever laid his hands on you again? He wasn’t sure.

So this was his solution; Tonight, he needed to mark you again. Mark you real good, nice and hard, for good measure.

“Wait, what the..?” you squeaked when Ingo hoisted you higher until you were only resting your upperback on the sleeping bags. “Ingo what’re you–”

Your eyes crossed together before you could finish. Ingo had cut your sentence off by attaching his mouth between your legs, his tongue shot past his lips and traced deep and slow around your sweet, hardened clit. If you hadn't known any better, you would’ve thought he was trying to spell your name.

“Hoooly shit,” you cried out causing Ingo to retreat with a puckered smack. Your nectar dribbled down his chin and you watch how his pink tongue glided over his lips before retreating back into his mouth. He brought a finger to his lips and whispered.

“Shh.”

This sassy bastard was reminding you of your own rule.

You glared at the complacent smirk that curled at the corners of his lips, but you soon forgot about being mad at him once he continued to devour you like a starved man.

“Good LORD, Iggy–” you tried your best to hiss between your teeth, anything to keep quiet. Judging from how laviciously you were moaning anyway, it was incredibly difficult to keep it down from how Ingo slorped at you at such a deliciously messy pace. “Go easy on me–!”

“Nn nn,” Ingo decided against your pleading, driving his tongue home to gather and drink your sweet, sticky juices. He grasped the sides of your thighs to keep your hips secure, letting your knees rest upon his shoulders. As much as you wanted to run your hands over his hair, your only support was to grab his legs where he knelt in front of you, your teeth clenching for dear life while his tongue ravaged your insides.

“Iggy– Iggy, wait, no,” you warned him when the tip of his tongue lapped that magical place inside you that made your world spin. Your nails dug into his knees and he growled against your sex. “No, no, I’m gonna come–”

With a loud, vulgar smooch, Ingo suckled on the drenched labia before finally letting you go with a trail of kisses on your inner thigh. "Mine, mine, mine," he murmured between each peck.

He lowered your waist, but only a little, just enough to be able to fold you in half so he could mount you. His shaft slapped against your weeping slit, now more than sufficiently lustrous for his entrance.

“Okay?” he asked you one more time. When you nodded breathlessly in response, he bucked into you posthaste. He missed on the first try, then finally sank inside you at the second with a deafening groan that could be mistaken for thunder.

“Ingo, please,” you chastised him the best you could, your voice choked with each time he locked his hips to yours with the filthiest slaps that ever graced your ears. “Quiet!”

He huffed, mustering his strength to silence the deep, dark rumbling moans that threatened to release from his throat. But there was nothing that could stop the pornographic sound of flesh on heated flesh. “Warm,” he gravelled, caging you in his arms, his gorgeous silvery eyes half-lidded upon you with the highest of adoration. “So good, so warm, fuck–”

You clenched around him at his cursing. God, you've been meaning to teach him to use that sparingly - but then you’d be a hypocrite. Not only do you swear like a sailor anyway, but he sounds so damn hot when he talked dirty like this. The core in your center tightened, flexing with each stroke Ingo slid within you when you heard it.

A soft rustle of cloth.

A soft crunch of snow.

With your back facing the exit of the tent, there was no way you could tell who was there unless you changed positions.

“Iggy, wait," you gasped. You clenched around him involuntarily, which did not help him stay quiet at all. "Someone–”

Instead, you saw his gaze fixed on where your worries lay. A growl rumbled in his chest, but his hips never once stuttered in its lazy pacing. He hovered over you, his arms protecting you from whatever was out there, to block your view if you tempted to crane your head.

Because outside was a familiar pair of silver eyes that mirrored his, peeking through the gaping slit of the tent’s entrance.

You hear the figure shuffle closer. Terror and panic flew up your spine and to the ends of your scalp.

“Ingo, I really think we should–”

“No,” Ingo snarled, teeth baring as he watched Emmet step into your den uninvited at the dead of night. After all that arguing over wanting his own place, after taking your kindness for granted, he had the gall to let himself in while you were mating?

Poor Emmet couldn’t sleep. He was still not used to sleeping on his own, even after running away from home a long, long time ago. Usually, he eventually fell asleep as soon as exhaustion took over. Tonight was not one of those nights because, by Sinnoh, you two were noisy.

Curiously noisy.

He had never heard anything like the fuss the two of you were making - ever - in his entire life.

His movements in the tent were slow and deliberate. The foxman made sure there was ample distance between him and his twin, but he never once took his eyes off of you. While he did had to balls to enter your heat-stricken den, he had none to meet Ingo’s burning glare. He neared you an inch too close and Ingo snapped at the air with his jaws, which caused Emmet to rear back. That was as close as he was allowed to could go.

Meanwhile you were boggled out of your mind. “Wait– Oh fuck– Is that Emmet?” you gasped. Before you could get an answer, Ingo reached down between where the two of you connected and pressed his thumb against your clit. You clamored around him. “Ingo–!?”

“Come.”

You gasped again. What's with this tone? Since when did this man get so domineering? “I–”

His ghostly gaze flickered back to you for a moment before maintaining his scowl at his brother. Emmet glanced up at Ingo, silver meeting silver for half a second before they fell back down, unable to hold up against the older twin’s intimidation. Good, Ingo thought. At least Emmet knew the basics of respecting a pecking order. And with him being at the bottom of the pyramid in this pack? It would do him good to watch and learn who you came for first.

“Come,” Ingo repeated. His voice took on a dark, rich tone that you’ve never heard before. Commanding. Assertive. Possessive.

And you loved it.

Combined with the fact that you had an audience who probably had no idea what was going on between the two of you added more to your arousal. More than it should.

You saw white. Like a blizzard that suddenly whipped you right in the face with explosive impact.

With one last push, your lips parted into a silent scream that devolved into a drawn out whine. You arched your back, pushing your hips all the way up against Ingo. Your caveman lover groaned at how your tight hole sucked him in, how your soft walls clenched and fluttered around him to milk him dry. His thumb continued to bully your poor, pink button, waiting for that very moment where you'd clench your jaws from how hard your climax crashed down on you. Once you felt the thin line between pleasure and pain breached, only then did he withdraw his hand away.

You moaned long and feebly when he leaned himself forward. With your form compressed and squished beneath him, he pounded into you at a frantic pace. He was losing himself, his eyes rolling back as he buried his face into your right shoulder.

That’s when you finally realised that you could see Emmet. He was on all fours, half his face hidden behind his long, unruly pale hair. His eyes almost glowed in the dark and they were trained right at you. He may not be able to touch you, but you sure felt how his gaze pawed all over your body - from the way your ankles dangled on Ingo’s back, the way you greedily gobbled up his brother, to the way your breasts jiggled despite the way they were squashed by Ingo’s torso.

Your name floats from him. It sounded breathless, like he still couldn't believe his eyes.

“Emm– Sweetie, I’m sorry,” you apologized, but wondered why as soon as the words left your lips. “It’s okay, there’s– Ingo, oh fuck– Th-there’s nothing wrong–!?”

That's when you also noticed, from the way Emmet was hunching down, there was that all too familiar rod poking against his wooly tunic. It was too dark to see, but you wondered briefly whether it was true what they about twins.

“Hrngh!”

“Oh, baby,” your attention was pulled back to Ingo’s desperate grunting. His brows knitted together, sweat cascading down from them. “Close?”

Ingo nodded feverishly. He threw one more glance at his brother, the second time they made eye contact. With that one look alone, Emmet could see how smug his brother looked.

He was the reason you were this undone.

He was the reason you were howling at the dead of night.

He was the one who was going to pump his seed deep inside you where the sun don’t shine.

And you were going to take it all. Willingly too, and you were about to show how. Ingo closed his eyes when you brought your head forward. Your maw parted and you sank your teeth into the tender muscle where neck met shoulder.

Emmet’s eyes widened like saucers and goosebumps ran from the soles of his feet all the way up to the back of his head. Compared to everything he’s seen so far, this one singular action was the one that made his face scandalously scarlet.

“Fuck!” Ingo yowled, returning the bite with one of his own on the spot where he always marked you. You sucked the air through your nostrils sharply, the guttural noise you made came deep within your diaphragm as soon as you felt the familiar warmth shoot inside you. Ingo coated your womb through and through, fucking himself through his own orgasm, shoving every drop he could deeper into your channel with each delicious agonizing stroke.

And then his hips began to stutter. Then finally, all came to a still, as though time stopped for the two of you.

With ragged breaths, Ingo fell limp, knocking the air out of your lungs in the process. “Iggy, baby, you gotta move,” you wheezed, gently prying him off. The moment you brought him to your side, Emmet moved.

The sound of his feet crossing the tarpoline flooring was enough to surge new energy into your partner. With bared teeth that showed gums, Ingo hissed, launching himself back up to bring a protective arm over you. The sudden movement knocked Emmet’s heart all the way up to his throat in terror. He scrambled away, tripping over himself once. Twice. You watched, taken aback by all this while Emmet clumsily fled out of the tent with his still erected shaft dangling between his legs.

#submas #oooh spicy!~#Minors begone

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harveybwabbitficrebolgs29 · 1 year

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hmm, what would guys do if they saw y/n pleasing herself? I mean, there are many reasons for this, because each of them disappears for a while, they come too tired and sometimes only have time to wash and prepare for a new mission.

Aaaahhh loved this request, thank you!!☺️🩷

If I missed anyone you'd like to see just lmk and I can edit them in.

A/N: I feel like I write way too much smut🤣

141 + König Walking in On Fem! Partner Pleasing Herself

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Warnings: smut, mutual maturation, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), swearing, FILTH

Simon Ghost Riley-

Simon had been on deployment for a little over two months.

You got yourself comfortable on your bed and stripped from the waist down, leaving you bare. Your hand made its way down your abdomen and stopped just before your pelvic bone.

Closing your eyes, you let your thoughts drift to Simon. Taking your lower lip into your teeth, you let your hand graze your heat and let out a soft whimper. You trailed your finger through your soft folds, and started to rub circles into your clit.

You slipped a finger into your core and started fingering yourself with fervor. Your mind wandered to Simon yet again. The image of his sculpted torso and strong arms holding you as he fucked you senseless filled your brain.

"Simon." You moaned, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Must say, what a fuckin' sight to come home to." Simon's gruff voice sounded from the door.

You immediately stopped what you were doing and sat up, cheeks aflame with embarrasment. "Simon! You're home!"

Simon only nodded and set his bag on the ground beside him as he leaned against the door frame. "Don't stop on my account, love. I was enjoying the show."

You bit your lip seductively and laid back down onto the sheets behind you. Holding eye contact with him, you spread your legs further to give him a better view of your cunt. Using your index finger, you slowly started to rub up and down your heat, collecting the juices that had accumulated there.

His mouth dropped open, and a low groan sounded from him as he watched you bring the finger to your mouth and wrap your lips around it, cleaning your arousal from it.

"Bloody fucking hell." He ripped his pants down, putting his hard cock on display for you. He made his way over to the bed and climbed over top of you. "You're a fucking minx."

He pressed up on the underside of your thighs and pinned them back so that your knees were on either side of your head.

He pressed an open mouth kiss to your core before sheathing himself fully into your cunt with no warning.

He groaned loudly as you were tight walls squeezed around his length and started to snap his hips into you at a deliciously fast pace.

Your mind went blank as he pounded into you, your hands finding solace on his shoulder blades as they squeezed the flesh there.

He made sure that night, that you'd never need to please yourself again when he was around.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

You were in the shower, desperate to rid yourself of the growing pool of heat between your thighs.

Johnny had come home a few hours ago from a long mission and immediately passed out on the couch. You'd gotten yourself excited, as it's usually custom for the two of you to have sex shortly after Johnny walked in the door.

He was so tired, though, and you couldn't blame him for falling asleep. But now here you were, horny beyond belief, and weren't able to think of anything but your own release.

You hesitantly grabbed the shower head and lifted it off its holder. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back on the cold tile, as you turned the water pressure up slightly, then moved the head toward your aching cunt.

You let out a small gasp as the water hit your clit, the heat mixed with the pressure had your eyes rolling back.

You started to slowly move the shower head up and down your heat, as little whimpers continued to emit from your lips.

"Couldn't wait for me, eh, lass?" You heard a chuckle from outside the shower curtain.

You dropped the shower head instantly and peered around the curtain to see Johnny standing with a wicked smile on his face.

"I'm, I'm so sorry." You bit your lip nervously. In all your years together, he'd never caught you pleasing yourself, and you weren't sure if he was upset with you.

"Oh, do not apologize for that. I could listen to those sounds all day." He stripped his shirt off and discarded his pants as he spoke. You let your eyes drift to his midsection, where you could see he was rock hard. "Left my baby hanging, tis only fair I help her out, don't you think?"

You let out a whine at his words and nodded your head eagerly.

He stepped into the shower and turned you so that you were facing the shower wall. A harsh smack came down on your ass as you felt the tip of his cock teasing at your soaked folds. "Be a good girl, yeah? Let me fuck you good."

He bit into the apex of your shoulder blade as he pushed himself into you with a loud groan. He started out at brisk pace, pulling his cock out and ramming it back into you, leaving him, and you breathless.

It was long into the night before he was done with you, the shower head being long forgotten.

König-

You had barely seen your boyfriend König all day. He'd been running around base, being pulled in every direction, and you'd not gotten the chance to talk to him at all.

You found yourself in your private quarters, aching for a way to relieve some of your stress. You'd laid down on your bed and let your hand find its way to your core, letting a small groan out at the contact.

You'd been sexually frustrated for a few days now but didn't have the heart to bother König about it. He was insanely busy, and you didn't want to be a burden with it.

You slid off your sweats, and your hand slipped into the fabric of your underwear. You started lightly toying with your clit, before running your fingers up and down your slit.

Your other hand flew under your shirt, and started massaging your breast, as you slipped a slender finger inside your cunt.

You were so lost in the moment that you hadn't heard König enter the room.

"Schat?" Königs soft voice echoed through the room.

Your eyes flew open, and saw Königs eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Kö, baby I.." Your words stopped short, as you were unsure of what to say.

"Have....have I not been satisfactory in bed?" You could hear his voice breaking slightly.

"What? Oh my gosh, Kö, that's not it at all!" You immediately waved away the notion, appalled that he would even think that. "I just... you seemed so busy, and I didn't want to bother you.."

Königs looked visibly relieved at your words as he let out the breath he was holding in. "I see."

He slowly began to undress himself and started to crawl toward you on the bed. "You can always come and get me, Maus, understood?"

You nodded your head meekly as you watched him spread your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Now, tell me what you want." He said before placing a kiss to the inside of your leg.

"You. Anything from you." You whimpered.

A dark chuckle emitted from him as he fully removed his sniper hood. He gave you a small nod before shoving his face in between your thighs.

He flicked his tongue back and forth lazily on your clit, while exhaling deeply into your heat. He moved your thighs over his shoulders, giving him better access to your cunt. He looked over at the vibrator you had laying next to you, and a small smirk formed on his lips, as he grabbed it.

"Want to make you feel good, Engel." He whispered as he slipped two fingers into your pussy, scissoring his fingers against your velvet walls. He returned his mouth to your clit, and continued flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud.

Your hands moved to grasp his hair, pulling on it harshly. He let out a loud moan into your heat before picking up the pace with his fingers, as he began to pump them in and out of your soaked core.

It wasn't long before you became a babbling mess underneath him, as nothing could ever compare to his touch.

John Price-

John had told you he'd be coming home late, as he still had a bunch of stuff to finish up on base. With John, late could either mean he wouldn't be coming home at all, or he'd not come home til the wee hours of the morning.

You'd been desperate for release all day. You were hoping that he'd come home on time today, but the cards were not in your favor.

It wasn't often that you pleased yourself, especially with how high of a sex drive John had, but it was times like these where you were desperate to find your release, even if it meant by your own hand.

You were sitting on the leather couch in his home office, when you started to roll your clit in between your fingers. You cried out softly as you picked up your movements, your eyes fluttering shut. You traced your finger along your folds and dipped two of your fingers into your aching hole.

Your soft moans filled the room as you fingered yourself with determination. You let your mind wander to John and started to pretend that your fingers were his, which allowed you to draw closer to your orgasm before a throat cleared in the room.

You instinctively removed your fingers from your core and opened your eyes. You were met with John's dark eyes and a bemused expression on his face.

"I didn't tell you to stop, did I."

"John, I..." You fumbled for words as John moved to his knees in front of you, his face dangerously close to your pussy.

"Go on then, show Daddy how you please yourself when he's not around."

You whimpered as he slapped your inner thigh but continued to do as he said. You were rubbing vigorously at your clit, your legs trembling with the pace you'd set.

Price watched in awe as you started to come undone by your own hand, his cock begging to be freed from his trousers, but this was your time. He wanted to watch you cum before he thought of his own release.

As you neared your orgasm, your strokes became languid, and your legs started to quake. With one final stroke, your orgasm tore through you, as you let out a silent scream, and thrashed in the bed.

Price moved to steady your legs before looking at you with a devilish grin. "Look at the mess you made, baby girl."

He stroked a finger between your sopping, sensitive folds. He held eye contact with you as he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked with an obscene noise. "Be a good girl, and let daddy clean it up."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

It was late into the night, and you found yourself tossing and turning, unable to sleep. You felt a familiad aching in your core, and you were beyond horny. Kyle was asleep peacefully next to you, and you didn't have the heart to wake up.

Not wanting to move off the bed, you slipped your panties off and grabbed your vibrator from your bedside table. Kyle was a heavy sleeper, so you weren't too worried about waking him as you turned on the vibrator.

You bit your bottom lip to prevent a low moan from emitting as you pressed the vibrator against your clit. You threw your head back on the pillow behind you, continuing the languid back and forth motion with your hand.

"Babe?" Kyle asked, his voice still stained with sleep. He looked over to find an endearing sight. "Watcha doing there?"

Turning off the vibrator, you threw it to your table before covering yourself. "I was um...I was..."

"Enjoying yourself it looked like. Why don't you keep going? Was rather enjoying watching." Kyle pulled his boxers down, letting his hardened dick spring free. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and started pumping himself lazily. You watched he drew his thumb across the precum forming at his tip, before returning back to fist his cock.

You moaned at the sight and grabbed your vibrator, returning it to its place along your bundle of nerves. You rubbed your clit with it, matching the pace of Kyle's strokes, never taking your eyes off of him. The sight of him jerking himself off had to be the hottest thing you'd think you'd ever seen.

Needless to say, you ended up sleeping like a baby that night.

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#oooh spicy!~#call of duty x reader #Minors begone

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Oh GOD, a crazy idea came into my head. What would happen if each of these five men faced the problem of an unexpectedly broken bed during rough sex?? How would they react and what would they do? i'm terrible...

Literally laughed out loud at this one. Thank you🤣🤭 Hope this does your request justice!

PS: literally got second hand embarrassment writing this

141 + König Breaking their GN! Partners Bed

Warnings: This is trash, smut, cursing

Simon "Ghost" Riley-

You were bouncing up on down on Simon's cock, your hole swallowing his shaft entirely with each movement.

Simon could tell your body was starting to weaken, and decided he'd take the initiative to help you find your release.

He'd flipped you over, so that he was on top, trapping you in a missionary pose.

Lining himself up with your entrance, he began pounding into you with a brutal speed.

Evidently, the bed was not made to withstand the amount of force that Simon was emitting, as he was practically fucking you into the mattress.

Mid thrust, the beds legs had completely given out, causing your mattress to go tumbling to the ground in the middle of the bed frame.

The two of you grew very quiet as you both took in what just happened. You looked up at him and saw a small smile forming on his lips before letting out a fit of giggles.

"Think it's funny, do ya?" He asked, chuckling. He kissed your brow before returning his lips to your neck.

"Simon, its broken!" You managed to get out in between giggles. "We can't continue like this!"

"Say's who? 'S fine, needed a new one anyways. " He smirked as he continued his movements, still wholly intent on still having you each find your release. He sure wasn't about to let a broken bed prevent him from making you feel good.

"Johnny "Soap" MacTavish-

Johnny wasn't one to be rough in bed much. The two of you often having your rough sex in the shower.

He'd woken you late in the night one night, as he was beyond sexually frustrated, and his fist just wasn't enough.

With your legs wrapped around his waist, and his arms tightly gripping your headboard, Johnny was pounding into you at a brutal pace.

His grip on the headboard had tightened, and just as he had almost reached his high, the headboard had snapped in half underneath his grip.

Soap immediately stopped his movements, staring on in shock at the piece of broken wood in his hands.

"Jolly." He cursed, looking down to find you staring at him with wide eyes.

"Did you just break our bed...Johnny?" You asked, a hint of a smile forming on your face.

"I uh.. I think I did, lass." He slowly pulled himself out of you, and set the piece of wood on the floor. He was about to turn and mumble his apologies when he heard a loud cackle come from you. "Darlin?"

"YOU BROKE OUR BED!" You hollered, unable to control your laughter.

Johnny gave a sheepish glance to you, and rubbed his hand along his mohawk in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, I'll get us a new one."

"Don't bother, this is a hilarious story to tell people when they come visit. Oh hey, why is half your headboard missing? Oh, yeah Johnny fucked me so hard he broke it!." You doubled over in laughter, causing a smile to form on Johnny's lip, as he too started to chuckle.

The bed did in fact remain there, and you and he never could get through telling the story to your friends without laughing.

John Price-

Price was always one for rough sex. The man craved it. He loved seeing his marks littering your body, and hearing your desperate moans for him to go harder.

Tonight was no different, and you and John were in bed, his hand fisting your hair, while thrusting into you from behind.

"F-uuck. Feels so good, love." He'd groaned, feeling you clench around him

He'd put more pressure in his knees, so he was able to ground himself better, the movement causing a CRACK to come from your bed.

John's brows furrowed in concern, before the end of the bed collapsed on the floor, causing the mattress to fall at an angle.

John had fallen backward at the impact, losing his balance and landing on his ass with a thud.

"John!" You cried, turning yourself around to see your husband on the floor, laughing hysterically.

He threw his head back in laughter, causing you to laugh yourself. "I am so sorry about that love. Can't say that's ever happened to me before."

The two of you laughed together, as john moved to stand up, inspecting the damage that was done. The bed was destroyed, the foot board beyond repair.

"What do you say we go to Ikea, pick out a new one yeah?" He asked, helping you off the broken bed. You nodded your head eagerly, catching your breath from your laughter.

Later that night, once your new bed was put together, Price made damn sure to put it to the test.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick-

Kyle had a tough day at work, nothing was going his way. From spilling coffee on himself, to shutting his finger in the car door, he was convinced the world was out to get him.

He was in serious need of a stress reliever, and was over the moon when you'd taken him to the bedroom once he walked in the door.

Kyle had you in missionary, and was jutting into you in a frenzied pace, desperately seeking his release

He'd evidently put too much pressure on the one side of the bed, because a loud cracking noise filled the room.

The post on the right side of your bed had split, causing the bed to shift at an angle, sending the two of you tumbling off the side of the bed.

You'd landed on Kyle with a THUD, the two of you on the landing on the floor next to the now broken bed.

Kyle's eyes widened as he looked over to the bed, and looked back to you, about to mumble his apologies.

You bit your lip to stifle a laugh. You knew he had a really bad day, and presumed laughing at this would only make it worse.

Kyle sat in silence for a moment before a laugh escaped his lips. "Fuck this day, man. I can't even shag my partner without something going wrong."

The two of you erupted in laughter, as Kyle moved to lay on the ground next to you.

"Babe, what do you say we do a pillow fort in the living room tonight? Get some wine and pizza and have a movie night?" You asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "We'll worry about the bed tomorrow."

"God, you're so perfect for me. I love you." He declared, pressing a kiss to your lips.

Though the evening didn't go as Kyle had originally planned, he didn't regret a second of it.

Konig-

Konig was going fucking ham on you in your shared bed.

He'd been away on deployment for nearly 3 months, and barely made it through the door before the two of you jumped each other

He had you in a mating press, and was punishing your hole at a brutal pace.

He'd barley fit on your bed as it was, so his feet were pressed firmly on the footboard of your bed as he was jutting into you.

"Harder, please." You'd begged him, causing his mind to go blank as he obeyed your commands.

He pushed just a bit harder against the foot board, allowing him to go deeper

The force from his feet had caused the wood to crack, and split open, the top half of the foot board falling off.

"Heilige Scheiße!" Konig cried out, turning to look at what he'd just done.

You sat up abruptly, and looked at the end of the bed, before howling with laughter.

"Maus?" He asked, brows furrowed in confusion. "Why are you laughing?"

You were unable to get a word out, from how hard you were laughing. Konig's cheeks burned from his embarrassment, and he muttered something incoherent in German under his breath.

"Baby, no! It's fine. I'm not laughing at you, I promise. You have to admit that was funny." You immediately went to console your boyfriend.

"But I broke your bed, you should be mad at me."

"I am not mad in the slightest, that just made my day." You chuckled. "Please, it's okay I promise."

He nodded his head and allowed the giggle bubbling in his chest to escape his lips.

He'd still felt terrible about breaking your bed though, and spent the rest of the afternoon gluing the piece back together.

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#oooh spicy!~#call of duty #task force 141 #konig x reader #call of duty x reader

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{Slasher au (feat. König x reader x Ghost) In the woods of that border an old abandoned factory two figures run in the dark, their gasps for air and frantic footfalls echo throughout the dark forest, when they find an old security booth, they duck inside and hide.]

R/n, wincing as she looks down at he arm that has a large knife in it: *whispering* f-Fuck!

Random dude, reaches to help her.: Is it bad-

R/n, recoiling from his touch: j-just check if it’s safe…

[The guy complies and sits up to check outside, in the few seconds he’s distracted, R/n calmly removes the knife from her arm and hands it off the to the large silent figure standing behind her…]

Random dude, sits back down: H-Hey..I-I think we might’ve lost th- {turns to look at R/n} -*gasp*

[The guy is horrified when he sees the giant man in the hood sitting next to him, before rando has time to react the killer buries his knife into the stunned man’s gut! The man seems to expire. The giant gets up turns his attention toward R/n; Who shrinks back under his gaze. König starts approaching her reaching his hand out, but before he can grab her, a hand suddenly grabbed his leg! The man was still alive and trying to play hero…He hisses at R/n to runaway! When another large figure in a skull mask appeared behind König.]

Ghost, growling: Don’t touch what’s mine…

[The man’s eyes widened in horror as a large steel toed boot came down on his head crushing it and killing him for good… The two killers then turn their attention back to R/n whose nervous demeanor changed to annoyed in seconds.]

R/n: Oy, you guys are so messy, Look at your clothes, It’s gonna take me hours to patch them up.

Ghost, annoyed :…Hrm

R/n: what? (realizing they’re staring at her arm.) Oh, the whole jumping in front of your knife thing, Sorry. I had make it look realistic.

König, reaching for her arm: Does it hurt- (Ghost slaps his hand.)

Ghost: Don’t touch it with your gloves all bloody, ya git!

R/n, putting her hands up: Hey, hey don’t start fighting now. It not as bad as it looks…

Ghost, hearing Sirens in the distance: I’ll be the judge of that, let’s get outta here before the damn bobbies show up!

König: Right, *to R/n* Hase here.

{König takes a Bunny mask out from his jacket hands it to her, R/n puts it on and the three disappear into the night.] (König and Ghost are killers, R/n is their lover who helps them by pretending to be a lost girl in the woods to lure unsuspecting explorers into their trap.)

#call of duty #ghost x könig x reader #slasher au #tw: blood and violence

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Distraction

Word count: 2.2k

Pairings: König x f!reader

Warnings: Smut, bondage, praise kink, dom!reader, sub! König, size difference, mask stays on(and the helmet) talk of anxiety, riding, penitration, p in v, unprotected sex, shy könig, (baby)

18+ only ! minors do not interact !

“Have you ever tried meditation?” The two of you were currently sitting in an empty safe house waiting for your captain and the others to show up. The team had gotten separated a while back. You'd been here for about an hour, both of you completely silent, listening for any noises that indicated someone was near. You weren't usually the talkative one, König was always the one to fill the silence but he seemed more anxious today.

“Why would I do that?” Königs gaze flickered over to yours, he was sitting up on the bed. His back was against the headboard, feet dangling off the edge. He was fiddling with the buckle of his belt, a habit you had picked up on a while ago.

“To help with your anxiety, I do it to clear my head, maybe it'll work for you too.” You spread your legs out in front of you. The floor wasn't a very comfortable thing to sit on but you didn't want to crowd him. Plus you had a better view of the door from where you were.

“I never told you I had anxiety, how do you know that? Who told you?” There was a worried tone in his voice, you could see his eyes widen slightly, and the rest of his face was covered by the sniper veil he was wearing.

A smirk grew on your lips as you watched him panic. The anxiety was so obvious it surprised you that everyone didn't notice it. “No need to panic baby, it was just a question,” You leaned your head back against the wall closing your eyes.

Königs replay came a few seconds later, “W-well I don't alright,” You could hear his heavy breaths from across the room. If a little pet name shook him you wondered how much it would take to say to make him start begging for you.

“Mhm, whatever you say,” Silence took over again. You could feel him staring at you, his fidgeting had stopped. You already knew how he felt about you. With him always staring at you when he didn't think you would notice or when he would volunteer himself to go on missions with you. Or for example this exact situation. He wasn't supposed to be with you on this mission, he was supposed to stay with the rest of the group but he convinced the captain that you'd be safer with someone watching your back. It was pure luck that everything went to shit the two of you need up here together. Alone.

König watched you intently. You always looked so beautiful, even if you were covered in dirt or blood. He could swear his heart stopped when you called him that. His entire body lit up including his dick, he tried to hide the growing bulge in his pants but he had a feeling you knew. You never really spoke, especially not to him, but he always found you so intriguing. He loved that you were so small compared to him. To be fair everyone was, that's what happened when you were 6’10” but you were special. He thought so at least. “Do you think it would work? The meditating?”

“That, among other things,” When you opened your eyes you found him staring down at his lap. You stood up from the floor and leaned against the wall, peeking out the doorway to make sure you didn’t miss anything.

“Like what?” König’s voice was small, almost like he didn’t want to upset you by asking. It did come with reason. The last time he asked you a question you had snapped at him and told him to shut up. But to be fair the two of you were in the middle of a mission and you were trying to concentrate.

“Killing people usually helps me, it’s very calming,” A smile played on your lips. When he looked up at you unable to tell if you were serious or not he broke out into a small laugh.

“I don’t think that would work in this situation,” An idea tugged on your brain when König’s eyes met yours. You’d be an idiot to pass up on this chance. Despite what the rest of your team thinks you do have a soft spot for König, if you didn’t you probably would have shot him by now. But you secretly like that he followed you everywhere. And you loved how often his eyes were on you. Seeing as the two of you were alone in the middle of nowhere, the team was still probably hours away, so you decided to go for it.

“A distraction could work too,” You walked over to the bed, resting your hands on the edge of the bed, you tilted your head at him, trying to see if he understood what you were saying.

“What kind of distraction?” König obviously didn’t understand what you were getting at but his voice was quieter. You assumed that had to do with how close you had gotten to him.

“One that’ll empty your mind from whatever you're worried about, it’ll relax you too.” Your hand roamed over to his leg. You felt it twitch underneath your finger, and that only made you smile more. As your hand tracked up his leg you kept eye contact with him. His breaths were getting heavier the further you went. When your hand met his arm, the one not so discreetly coving up the bulge in his pants, you spoke again. “I can help if you want.”

König shuddered beneath you. He didn’t want to assume anything, perhaps he was just dirty-minded. When he tried to get rid of those thoughts in his head your hand moved over his, which besides his pants was the only thing covering him. He could feel his entire body light up, all of his blood pumping straight to his cock. The sweet tone in your voice did something to him. He liked it. “Okay.” He whispered.

“You seem nervous, what’s the matter?” You lifted yourself onto the bed and slid into his lap. You could feel the muscles in his thighs flexing as you sat down.

“N-nothing,” You enjoyed König’s stuttering, feeling the effect it had on you between your thighs.

“Move your hand then,” You raised a brow at him in a challenge. He squeezed his eyes shut, probably trying to make his dick less hard. Sighing at his disobedience, you then brought your hands down to his belt. When he felt you loosen it his eyes snapped open. “If you're not going to behave then you get punished, pretty simple rules if you ask me.”

“Bu-,” You cut him off with a shh. Once his belt was off you took your own off as well. Grabbing his left arm you moved it to the headboard, tying his wrist around one of the poles. It took a little more effort with the other arm seeing as he was still trying to hide himself. But once he gave up you were able to tie him up completely. “I don’t understand.”

“I told you, you need a distraction, sex is a distraction,” You began unbuckling his tac vest, you set that to the side and lifted his shirt enough to show his abs. He was beautiful, every inch of him. You hadn’t expected him to be this well-shaped but you definitely weren’t complaining. König’s abs flexed under your fingers as you traced a few old scars. Running your hands up and down his torso. “You have had sex before right?”

“Y-yeah, but isn’t th-this against protocol?” König was clearly worried about getting in trouble but there was no need to be, as long as he didn’t tell anyone about this it would be fine. And seeing as how he hated talking to other people you don’t think that will be a problem.

“Don’t worry about that, no one will find out, I promise,” You looked back up at him hoping he saw the reassurance in your eyes. He gave an okay. As you started unbuttoning his pants you became more excited, you couldn’t wait to see how big he was. It’ll be impressive no doubt, he was a big guy, the biggest guy you’ve ever met actually. Both of you gasped as you pulled him out, well König’s was more of a moan. You expected him to be big but fuck, you hadn’t expected this big. Not only was he long he was pretty thick too. Your mouth waters at the idea of him being inside of you. You quickly took your pants off, tossing them off the bed, your underwear with them.

You spit into your hand, bringing it down to his dick and coating it with your saliva. When you lifted your hips König’s panicked voice flooded your ears, “W-what about a condom?”

“Don’t worry baby I’m on birth control, just relax for me alright?” You kissed the cloth covering his cheek, hoping it would help ease his nerves.

“Oh, alright then, but can you please untie me I really want to touch you,” The desperation in his voice almost made you give in, you wanted to hear him beg more.

“No,” You positioned yourself above him, rubbing the tip of his cock through your puffy folds. You moaned at the sensation, paying a little more attention to your clit. The sound of König’s whimpers made you moan even more, he sounded so perfect. Your mouth fell open as his cock slowly breached your entrance, there was a sharp sting but it was manageable. You could hear König mumbling, something about how he’s always wanted to do this and how tight you feel around him.

You stopped sinking down onto him when it started to hurt, there was only about 2 inches left but you didn’t want to hurt yourself. You propped yourself onto your feet, it would be much easier to move this way given his length. König started squirming under you, “If you ask nicely I’ll start moving.”

König glanced back up to you, “Will you please s-start moving, p-please you feel so good,” Tears brimmed the corners of his eyes. He was really fucking desperate to have you. Your eyes shuttered closed as you started to ride him, you were going slow, testing what made him moan or whimper the most. Once you found the perfect rhythm you lost yourself in the pleasure, your entire body was buzzing, and the burn in your thighs felt painfully good. Your head fell back on your shoulders, your hands grabbing onto König’s chest for stability.

It took a lot of focus to continue riding him, his cock made you feel brain-dead, and it numbed everything but the pleasure he was causing you. You had no idea why you waited so long to do this. “F-fuck, does it f-feel good?” König’s voice broke you out of your trance, when you looked back at him you almost came right there. The lust in his eyes made you want to never stop.

“Feels so good baby, you’re doing so fucking well,” You pressed your chest against his, and your pace quickened as you used one of your hands to lift the veil. Only enough to reveal his mouth. The second you saw his pink puffy lips you crashed yours against his. König immediately kissed you back, swallowing all of your moans. He was an excellent kisser, pushing his tongue into your mouth and using it to explore. That made you think of what his mouth would feel like between your legs.

König started to buck his hips into yours, his thrusts were sloppy but they made you closer to your orgasm. You broke this kiss and sucked in as much air as you could. Laying your head against his chest, you put all of your strength into fucking him. You slammed yourself down repeatedly onto him, chasing your release. You could hear König muttering again, but you weren’t able to understand what he was saying.

With a few more thrusts you were coming around his thick cock, the pleasure racked through your body as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your nails digging into his neck. König followed right behind you, his thrust lodging himself inside of you, painting your walls with his seed.

It took a few minutes before either of you could talk, he was the first to break the silence, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You smiled at the concerned tone he had, he was always so attentive and caring.

“I’m alright, you did so good, I’m so proud of you baby,” You weakly lifted off of him, and his hands grabbed onto your hips, helping you move, he put himself away and then went back to holding you against his chest, “Wait, you could’ve untied them yourself this whole time?” You lazily looked up at him, confusion written across your face. “Why didn’t you do it sooner?”

König gave you a gentle smile, his veil still uncovering his mouth. “You said if I misbehave I’d be punished, I didn’t want to upset you.” He kissed your forehead, rubbing your back soothingly. “Maybe we can stay like this for a little while? It feels nice.”

“Of Course we can, and also, a punishment isn’t always a bad thing,” You kissed his chest, relaxing against him again, listening to the steady rate of his heartbeat.

#call of duty #oooh spicy!~#konig x reader

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Puttin the sub in submas ✌️

#like damn 🥵#hello there #submas #Subway Boss Ingo

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It's all about the legs baby!~ Imagine Warden Ingo remembering his S/o whose been Hisui'd by looking at her legs, It's like really hot out so they're wearing the cropped pants and Ingo is freaking weak and tries too subtly stare at her legs and thighs and something just goes off in his head saying. "Hey! I recognize those legs! they were wrapped my head!"

God, can you imagine if Stuck With You!Ingo goes through this (sans the part where he had your legs wrapped around his head because that doesn't happen in canon yet)

He'd be even more horrified HAHAHA

But if we retconned the fanfic canon entirely, it would be so funny. I can even imagine him being cheeky about it.

"I'm very close to recovering a memory. May I lie on your lap? I think that would help very much."

"Hm. Yes. This is working, but I think we can go further down this track. Open your legs for me."

"But your destination is so close," he'd also say while his chin glistened between your legs. "Quickly, close your thighs around me."

Oh yeah, he remembers alright - the sensation of your soft, meaty, plush thighs squeezing against the sides of his head while you begged for him to slow down. He doesn't. Not until you give him another memory by squirting your orgasm down his throat.

#minors dni #ooh light spice!#warden ingo #ingo x reader

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In regards to the last post of ingo waitting until marriage i just imagine a situation where ingo si with his s/o and both are a lil drunk because when on a date had some wine etc. Steamy stuff will happend but then ingo does what your post said and s/o is like "Ingo... we have 3 childs and we are married!!" Ingo is just that meme of the woman trying to calculate how it happend because hus drunk brain to him he is still a virgin hahaha

Drunk Ingo is shown his children as proof and starts crying about how much he loves them. Sex still doesn't happen because now he has to weep about how happy he is to have a family and everything else. Downsides and upsides.

Ingo forever feels like a virgin.

Another idea is Warden Ingo doing this because he forgot. Imagine your husband of many years cock blocking you because he doesn't remember being married.

#ingo x reader #submas #haha

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Statue monster submas but they’re like the Weeping angels from doctor who, they only move in the dark or if your not looking at them. That’ll be fucking terrifying if you were a nightguard in an old train museum. When suddenly the lights go out briefly, you hear something smash, Moments later the lights come back on and to your shock you find one of the glass cases smashed and one of statues by the entrance gone! And the other one’s face has somehow contorted into an expression of disapproval or worry.

Unnerved you back away and turn around only see the missing statue was behind you smiling creepily with it’s arm reaching out to touch you! You gasp and back away in shock into the other statue’s display, which is now looking down at you with an almost apologetic look as you booked it to hideaway in you office. On your security monitors you can see the statues slowly making their way towards your office every time it glitches out. the phonelines are dead and all you can do is hide and pray they don’t find you.

#monster submas #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #don't worry they won't kill you

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Gargoyle! Ingo x [F]Reader

please check out my main account for more family friendly stories: @harveyb-wabbit92

🔞Minors DNI, MATURE THEMES AHEAD!🔞

It’s monster fucker month! figured I’d add my contribution.

I might do slime! or Ghost! Emmet next.

Keep reading

#throwback reblog #ingo x reader #Gargoyle! Ingo #monster submas #platonic! Emmet

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An Oath By The Blood On My Hand

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Chapter 2

“Oh. . .”

The voice washes over you just the same as the warmth from the home. Your shoulders relax without your permission, and you duck your head, heat swirling in your cheeks. You try to open your mouth, but then there’s a hand stuck out to you.

“You’re soaking wet!” The man says loudly. You boggle, but stick your hand out as well. Your trembling palm slips into his, soaking the loose fabric that bunches from the wrist of his sleeve. His skin is as cold as yours despite the warmth of his house. “Oh, please come inside. You’ll freeze to death out here.”

The man ushers you inside, pulling at your wet coat. It peels away, and you shudder once it’s off, hugging yourself tight. You watch the man hang your coat on a cast iron rack, next to a heavy black overcoat covered in a fine layer of dust.

As you stand, basking in the warmth of the home, you study your host. His shirt is loose, in an old fashion style you’ve seen only in movies. He wears a chest too, dark black, stark against the red of the ascot around his neck. His slacks are a similar black, as are his shoes, shined and glistening in the candlelight.

Yes, the house is lit with candlelight. They sit, large and fat and melting within their holders up on the wall. They illuminate a small area around them, revealing the wallpaper matches the host, red and black with swirling designs.

“This way.” The man says. You jump at his volume, at the cut of his sharp silver eyes. You have no doubt that he can smell you, smell your preheat, but he makes no indication of it as he starts down the hallway. “I’ll set you up in the parlor, and find you some clothes. You’ll need tea too, to help warm you faster. I’d hate to have you catch your death in my home!”

He rambles on, details of the clothing, of the tea, as he glides through a door on his right. You follow after, unsure but too curious to stay away.

The parlor is as you’d imagine a parlor to be. Only, the interior has far more dust than you expected. It clings to the couches and armchairs, sprinkled atop the low tables and the various candles strewed about the room.

Your host is knelt before the large fireplace, coaxing a low flame to catch onto the thicker logs. As it does, the dim room fills with golden light. It only grows brighter as the man carries a long, thin lighter to the other candles, lighting them one by one.

His slow, careful gestures make you smile. It looks like he’s performing in a play, with how calculated he is lighting the wicks.

“I’m sorry to intrude.” You speak finally, feeling very out of place. If you speak a little more proper, perhaps you’ll fit in better. “The storm. . .”

The man wafts a hand. “Never you mind. I’m happy to help make sure you stay safe in this terrible weather.” He gazes towards you, eyes meeting yours. You’re mesmerized a moment to admire his slicked back hair and thick sideburns, as silver as his eyes. “It came from nowhere, didn’t it?”

“I suppose so.” You say, shuffling closer to the fire. The heat feels good, even with the danger boiling within your own body. “Er, I’m sorry. . .”

“Oh!” The man pauses, head bowing as he gazes at you. His face doesn’t change from the stern frown, but his eyes are softer, demure. “Please forgive me. I am Ingo Trevithick, and this is my manor.”

A manor? Wow. You take a moment to marvel the room again. Ingo continues looking at you.

“Oh!” You giggle, but introduce yourself as well. Ingo repeats your name, saying it like a careful prayer. “Thank you for letting me warm up here.”

“You’re staying.” Ingo says, insisting, though for a moment you tense. “Please, this storm is terrible. I can’t have you going back out in it. Not with it so late.”

You bow back from him, scratching your cheek. He’s right, but suddenly you’re a little unsure of staying. Ingo is very tall, towering over you. His eyes are kind, but you don’t feel. . . right staying.

“I couldn’t-” You try to say, but Ingo shakes his head.

“Please.” He says, frown deepening. “I haven’t had company in quite some time, though I suppose that’s evident, what with all the dust. I hardly use this parlor anymore since. . .” He swallows suddenly, and looks away, towards the fire. “Since my brother left.”

Pain fires through your chest, different from the aching heat of your preheat. Suddenly, you understand why Ingo is so strange. He’s lonely, isolated so far out here in the woods. He doesn’t even seem to have electricity all the way out here.

Poor thing must be so alone.

“Are you sure?” You hazard, still feeling strange about staying in the house of a perfect stranger.

Ingo nods rapidly. “Yes, please!” You have to snort a little at him practically begging you to impose on his home. “I’ll prepare dinner and everything! I promise I can make this old manor homely!”

You shake your head. He really is a bit odd, a bit unaware of social cues, but it’s cute at least.

“No,” you say, and Ingo’s shoulders drop, “I mean, are you sure that you don’t mind me staying here, taking your clothes, and sleeping in your bed?”

“Why would I mind?” Ingo asks you, head cocked like a curious puppy. “You are in need of aid, aid I can provide. Besides, I live here alone. There’s plenty of room for you to stay.”

Warmth bristles through you, preheat clawing at your insides and reminding you that this isn’t just a normal “caught in a storm and spending the night with a stranger” situation. Ingo watches you carefully as you shuffle your feet, breathing a deep sigh.

“You’re shivering.” He says, voice lower than before. “I’ll fetch clothes for you! We’ll discuss this more when you’re not freezing to death!”

You can’t get a word out before he disappears out the door. You huff, but resign to the situation. The roar of the storm outside hasn’t stopped, but at least those alphas from before have seem to have turned back. You suspect it might be safe to leave yourself, and briefly consider it before you shake your head.

The storm and the woods at night? It’s a recipe for disaster. Ingo seems nice enough, and you’re sure the doors have locks, so you don’t have to worry so much about anything hinky. Your preheat should keep you alert enough to detect anything, at least. You can hide a weapon in your sheets as well, if worse comes to worse.

Your options are limited, sadly, so you plan to make due with what you have.

The doors open as you nod to yourself over your decision.

Ingo cradles neatly folded clothes, and sets them on the armchair closest to the door. He bows to you, and you squirm, unused to this reverence he’s addressing you with.

“I’ll let you change.” Ingo says, though he moves towards the fire. You didn’t notice it, but a metal rack, thin poles strung together in a wide ladder, is hidden next to the fireplace. “Place, place your clothes here to dry. I’ll start on some tea and dinner in the meantime.”

“Thank you.” You say, a little dumbfounded by the kindness he’s offering you. Ingo straightens, eyes glistening in the firelight. He’s handsome, face stern but soft, the frown on his lips now more similar to a pout than anything else. “I don’t know how to repay you for this.”

Ingo snorts, the sound strange coming from the man that looks like a Victorian gentleman. “I don’t expect repayment. All I wish is for you to be safe and comfortable. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll start on dinner!”

He glides past you, faster than any man you’ve seen before. As he disappears behind the door once more, you take a moment to blush to yourself. Your preheat is making you swoon so easily over a handsome man’s kindness.

You really need to get home before your actual heat hits and you jump poor Ingo’s bones.

You change into the clothes, far too large for you. Your body lights aflame at the soft fabric’s touch, singing as you tie it tighter around you.

These must be Ingo. The long long pants you have to roll up certainly make it seem that way.

There’s an ache in your chest. You fidget with the sleeves of your new shirt a moment, and glance at the door. There’s no sound to be heard besides the roar of the rain, so you quickly tug up your collar and give it a sniff.

You’re not sure what you’re smelling exactly, but it soothes your preheat instincts well. You can make out the smell of ink, of coffee, and something else just as crisp as the rest. Paper? Or in Ingo’s case, would it be parchment?

You shake your head. It smells nice at least, and it eases the soft burn under your skin. You take another breath, curious of what that last smell is, only to freeze at the creak of the door.

Ingo stands there with a tray, staring at you, his eyes wide though his face is practically unchanged. You blush heavily, and shuffle back, brain struggling to come up with words, excuses for sniffing at the man’s clothes like a weirdo.

“Ah, sorry!” You squeak, chilled palms pressing to your boiling cheeks. “The detergent you use smells nice!”

Ingo turns red. The pink swells up his neck to his face and ears like a cartoon kettle about to boil. You can practically see the steam bursting out of his ears, and it makes you loathe to think you said something inappropriate to the poor man.

“I, er, thank you.” He sputters. Your instincts scream for you to hide under the couch in your embarrassment, but you stand firm, if trembling a little. “I- ahem, I made you tea to help fight off the chill.”

Ingo places the tray down on the coffee table, motioning towards the couch. You dust the cushions off some with your hand, settling down into the plushness. Once upon a time this was probably a wonderful couch, but age seems to have made it stiffer. Still, you relax, accepting the tea Ingo offers you with a small smile.

The brew is steaming, smells sweet, even though it’s a bright red color. You’ve never seen tea so red, but you sip it once Ingo has taken his own slow sip. It tastes as sweet as it smells, with an earthiness that helps soothe away the stress still carried in your shoulders.

“It’s hibiscus.” Ingo says, sensing your unasked question. “I enjoy the sweetness, and it lacks caffeine, so it can be enjoyed at night like this.”

You hum into your cup. “It’s delicious.”

“I have a stew on for dinner.” Ingo continues, eyes watching you intently. He’s probably eager to see you like the tea, right? You try not to squirm under his gaze. “I apologize for not having more fitting clothing.”

“Don’t apologize!” You say quickly. Ingo lowers his cup, tongue darting out to catch a crimson crop from spilling down the side of his chin. Your jaw drops at the sight, body reacting without permission. “I-I’m the one i-intruding.”

Your stuttering only worsens the heat now veining through your body like molten iron. You cross your legs tight, pinching your eyes shut as you sip your tea.

No, you tell yourself sternly, no, you won’t succumb to heat here. You will not have your heat in a stranger’s home, no matter how nice the stranger is.

Ingo calls your name, worried. “Are you alright?”

You set your cup down, and feel your legs buckle as you try to stand. “J-just tired.” You’re shaking again, despite no longer being cold. Your skin alights with goosebumps, yet burns with a deep flush. “I-I think I’ll just g-go to bed now.”

Ingo calls your name again, rising as well. As you tip into your first step towards the door, his hands fire out, palms smoothing up your arms.

You all but collapse into him with a stark whine from deep in your throat. Your nose presses against the smooth silk of his vest, and you get a deep whiff of the ink and parchment and coffee and now tea as well. It sets your body aflame, and your struggle not to climb Ingo like a tree.

“Y-your scent,” Ingo stammers, sounding as hazed as you feel, “so strong. . .” You feel his nose brush against your crown, his shaky breath against you. You ache, wanting his pouty lips on your own, on your skin, to help soothe the burn. “Wh-what is this feeling. . ?”

Your heat delerium pauses, only for a moment. You look up at Ingo, handsome, lonely Ingo. Has he not heard of heats? Of scents? Of omegas and alphas and all of that?

Ingo is an alpha, you can sense as much, but he doesn’t seem to know it himself. That, or this is an act he’s doing for some strange reason.

“Alpha?” You call before your brain can catch up and tell you otherwise.

Ingo nearly collapses, head swiveling side to side in a frantic search for something, though there’s nothing but you and him and the fire lit room. His wide eyes flicker around, before settling on you again. They’re bright and confused, wanting but so unsure.

“Ingo,” you try again, and the man visibly shudders, “I’m in heat.”

He flounders. “Er, I-”

Your heat riddled brain melts at his stammering.

“Ingo, I need a bed.” You lean into him as Ingo nods, head swiveling again like he expects to find a bed in the parlor. “And blankets and pillows, for a nest.”

“A nest!” Ingo repeats, confident despite you knowing he doesn’t know what that is. His hands hook tighter, guiding you towards the door. “And tea! More tea!”

You have to laugh. He’s certainly trying, whether he understands himself or not. You appreciate the effort, and figure that this is as good a place as any to have your heat, even if you feel bad you’re going to be so out of shape for a week.

But Ingo seems trustworthy, so you let him lead you along, and ready yourself for a grueling week to come.

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Be prepared! Next chapter is sexyyyyy

~Renee

#submas x reader #ingo x reader #noice #Minors begone

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