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☁ alhaitham x f!reader x kaveh s.mut, genshin impact
☁ reader is afab and goes by she/her. alhaitham delays your orgasm for 5 days whilst kaveh is away. poly and established relationship. bits of alhaitham x reader and alhaitham x kaveh before the finale alhaitham x reader x kaveh. orgasm delay and denial (you cum at the end dw!!), alhaitham calls you his cumdump and cocksleeve, thigh-fucking (haitham), toys (just for a bit), overstimulation, oral (both m and f receiving), slight cervix bumping, slight choking, double penetration, slight dacryphilia, creampie, slight cumplay. alhaitham uses cameras to keep watch on u. there’s a alhaitham x kaveh shower sex section. alhaitham is mean at first but he loves you. kaveh is so sweet. they’re both very sweet at the end, they both use pet names: baby, love, pretty. aftercare at the end!!
☁ 6.k words. A/N: my pussy created this. also this is basically alhaitham delays readers orgasm and then both him and kaveh console u w sex LMAO /lh.
You agree to Alhaitham’s little game for the five days Kaveh is away, but you didn’t think it would be this bad.
Five days of no orgasms doesn’t sound that hard, really. You’ve got plenty of work to do, and a week won’t kill you.
But what Alhaitham failed to mention, was what he would do during that time. Because Alhaitham didn’t say anything about his own orgasms.
His smart and perverted ass set up a high-definition camera in the bedroom. So he could watch you, make sure you’re behaving, even when he’s not home. And for the first two days, you thought he might take pity on you and let you cum if you begged hard enough, begged pretty enough. His tongue swipes against your clit over and over again, fingers pressing deep into your cunt. And you ask oh-so-nicely if you can cum, tears falling down your face.
But he only plays with you long enough to get you slick, dripping, for his own cock to slide into you, his hands spreading you from behind to watch himself sink in.
He’s careful about it, pressing your face against the pillows, forcing your back to arch as he pounds into you. He’s careful to make sure your clit isn’t touched, that he’s maximizing his own pleasure whilst minimising yours. You sob as he cums inside of you, spent. And then he cleans you up like normal, takes you into his arms like normal, before falling straight to sleep next to you.
It takes hours for the throbbing of your cunt to subside. You look down at the camera at the bottom of the bed. You don’t dare disobey him, because if there’s anything you know, it’s that his punishments come even harsher.
You find out that there’s cameras in the bathroom and the office the first time you try to touch yourself, try to misbehave. You look at the showerhead and think about how good the pressure would feel, your hands sliding between your legs for not even two minutes before the Akasha terminal on the bathroom counter starts ringing.
Fuck, you think, before wiping your ear and putting on the device.
“What did I say about touching what’s mine?”
Alhaitham’s voice is rough with a dangerous edge, both making your stomach drop and your pussy even wetter. You swallow down your arousal with apologies.
By the third day, he doesn’t even need to prep you, really. It takes seconds of his hands pressing against your cunt when he gets home before you start to slick against his fingers, like your body remembers how long it’s been, what’s required of it.
He smirks at the touch. Makes it easier for him to slide into you for the night, holding one of your thighs up as you lie on your side.
“Just a little cumdump for me, aren’t you?” You moan against his cheek, your head falling back on his shoulder, your legs shivering as his pace gets faster.
“My precious little cocksleeve, taking my cock so well.” His voice drops low, breath ghosting over your ear. It takes everything in you to keep your hands to yourself. He presses deeper into you, fingertips gripping your thigh harder.
“This is what you’re made for, isn’t it? Ah, fuck.” You think it might be worse listening to him, hearing him get closer and closer to a climax that you will never reach. You moan wantonly anyways, crying into his neck.
“This pretty pussy’s just for me, wet and aching just for me,” he kisses your neck, “makes me cum every time. Fuck, baby, m’gonna cum.” He fucks you hard, your heartbeat erratic in your chest, your thighs clenching together, your walls shaking as it milks his cock.
He takes a sharp intake of breath and cums, his movements slowing but not stopping, taking in his minutes of satisfaction, ropes of white spilling inside of you, before he relaxes.
You swear it would only take one swipe against your clit to make you cum, and he seems aware of that too as he cleans you up, wet towel wiping your whole body first so your pussy can calm down before he gets to it, carefully cleaning up the mess he made.
“You’re so good for me, baby,” he tells you lovingly, and you wrap your arms around his neck.
“H-Haitham,” you sob, breath hitching, “I-I wanna…”
“I know, love,” Alhaitham coos, petting your hair, “when Kaveh gets home, we’ll all give each other some love. Think you can wait until then, baby?”
You nod into him, letting him make the decisions. Because you know, in the end, he’s always taken care of you.
-
On the fourth day, Alhaitham comes home late, at 2AM in the morning. You’ve been busying yourself with work all day, and you’re fast asleep, your lips pursed cutely, your cheeks smushed by the pillow.
You look so sweet, he feels his cock hardening in his pants. He just has to ruin you again tonight.
He goes to touch between your legs and smiles, glad to find you’re still wet. He’s had his own fill of orgasms from torturing you everyday, so he figures even when you’re asleep, you can help make his dick hard again, can’t you?
“That’s what you’re made for, isn’t it, baby? To take my cock whenever I want?” he whispers to no one.
He pets your hair, removing your soaked panties and replacing them with his own cock between your legs, sliding against your wet cunt and thighs. Archons, he thinks he could get off just from this, his jaw clackens as he gets his cock coated with your wetness, the soft skin of your thighs inviting him in.
“You’re so pretty,” he can’t help but mutter, even though you can’t hear him. You’re moaning quietly in your sleep, like you know without really knowing. He opens up the button-down you’re wearing, your skin shining under the moonlight, breasts bouncing with every thrust he makes between your thighs.
“H-Haitham…” you whimper into the night, not fully awake, making him even harder. He squeezes your thighs hard, pushing them together tighter.
“Fuck. Yeah, baby. I’m here.” He leans his body over you, breath ghosting over your ear, hair tickling your cheek. “You just rest, okay? You can- oh – you can go back to sleep. It’s okay.”
The first thing you notice is how warm and hard he is. You’re aware of how wet you are and at the same time sleep beckons to you. You wrap your arms around him, drifting in and out of consciousness for while, but moaning and whimpering his name all the same.
Alhaitham kisses you on the cheek, his nose bumping into yours. “Yeah, love. Gotta rest up before Kaveh gets back. Ahh, fuck, your thighs are so soft, your pussy’s leaking all over me. Got you all worked up and I’m not even inside you, huh?”
Your hand wraps into his hair at the nape of his neck, your back arching into him like it might grant you some kind of stimulation. You tense your thighs shut, squeezing his cock, and roll your hips up towards him, making him groan.
“Fuck, baby, just like that.” His cock moves past your folds again and again in long strokes, from the head all the way to the base. You whine at him for more, more, until he’s gripping the headboard, taking sharp intakes of breath through gritted teeth.
“I’m gonna come,” his voice catches between groans, hot breath puffing against your cheek. You feel his cock throb between your legs. His body tenses as he releases over your thighs, white spurts between your legs joining your slick that’s dripped down until he’s spent.
You whine up at him, holding him tighter like it’ll take away the ache between your legs. He holds you softly, lovingly, despite the torment he’s causing.
“You were so good to me, love. You’re so good,” he kisses the top of your head, uncharacteristically uncaring for the mess still between you both for the time he takes to console you.
-
On the fifth day, you try and busy yourself with work, because all you can think about is Kaveh coming home.
But Alhaitham isn’t that nice, of course. You should’ve known it, should’ve seen it coming.
Your hands are tied to either corner of the bed, courtesy of Alhaitham making sure you’re spread open before he goes to pick Kaveh up. He leaves a very small, unsatisfactory vibrator inside of you before he goes. But after the week you’ve had, it’s enough to keep you wet, waiting for them.
Kaveh is greeted with the prettiest sight in the world when he enters the bedroom.
“Hi, pretty,” he coos, eyes wandering down your body and back up. You mutter a soft “welcome home” as he kisses your forehead, moving your hair back.
“Alhaitham and I are just gonna get freshened up, okay? And then we’ll be right with you.” Kaveh smiles soft and easy, his fondness making you relax as Alhaitham removes the toy from you, wiping it down with a wet towel.
“Awh, you kept her slick just for me?” Kaveh kisses your cheek, gently pressing his hand on the inside of your knee to see the mess you’ve made.
“Let’s get in the shower. Don’t want you to get your travel germs on the bed.” The toy is cleaned and put back in the drawer, and Alhaitham pushes Kaveh by the waist into the bathroom.
-
You think if you didn’t want Alhaitham so badly in this moment, you might punch him.
Because of course they’re having shower sex, and of course they’re being so goddamn loud.
Alhaitham presses Kaveh’s front against the shower wall, the cold shocking him for only a split second before behind even more shocked at the sight behind him. Alhaitham gets on his knees, pressing kisses to both sides of his rear, licking at the warm skin there.
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh pants, the shower water only an afterthought as Alhaitham’s tongue draws closer to his hole. “Oh, fuck. In the mood to spoil me, love?”
Alhaitham’s hand runs against the underside of Kaveh’s cock, making him shiver. “Moan louder, let her hear it.”
“Oh, is that what this is about?” Kaveh’s voice lilts teasingly, but it’s all the response he can manage before Alhaitham laps into his rim, pumping Kaveh’s cock at the same time. The shout Kaveh yells is almost real, his hands fisting against the shower wall.
“Oh, fuck!” Kaveh’s voice echoes off the shower walls and into the bedroom. “Your tongue feels so good!”
His tongue? You thrash against the sheets, moaning in tandem. How long has it been since you’ve felt that sensation? Alhaitham has always been methodical about it, observant, persistent licks over and over. And Kaveh has always been an artist, describing his situation so picturesque between moans. You can imagine it so clearly, the way Alhaitham would rile Kaveh up. The images flash in your mind side by side your fantasies of finally having them both again.
“Fuck, yes, touch me too. Ah, both places at once… it’s so much! Oh, please, more!” If you weren’t so wet right now, you might roll your eyes at how fucking annoying they are. But the sound of Kaveh’s nearing orgasm has your thighs clenching together, frustrated that you’re not allowed to cum and also that he is allowed.
“I-I’m gonna cum, ohh, Haitham. Spoil me more. Yes, right there! Oh, Archons, I-I’m coming,” you ache both in your pussy and your heart. You want to be spoiled, to be satisfied over and over.
You think that’s the end, that they’ll come out and treat you next, until you hear the sudden slap of skin and Alhaitham’s low grunts.
“It’s- it’s so big! Ohh, so sensitive… I think I- oh, harder! I’m gonna cum again!”
You huff as they finish and the showerhead turns off, mild jealousy and questions filling your mind. What if they’re too spent for you now? What if this is your punishment? What if-
The bathroom door opens to reveal your freshly washed partners. Kaveh smiles sheepishly, with Alhaitham smirking behind him.
You think you might cry. Kaveh’s eyes widen, his hands coming to cup your face immediately, and that’s when you realise you are crying. He moves quickly, untying you so that you can wrap your arms around him.
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh scolds his lover, who’s now standing very awkwardly next to the bed. “You tortured her too much!”
“You didn’t seem to think it was too much literally 5 minutes ago!” Alhaitham argues back.
“You made her cry!”
“She looks pretty when she cries.”
“Alhaitham!”
Kaveh redirects himself to you. “Shh, shh,” he pets you softly. “It’s okay, baby. We’re here for you now. And we’re gonna treat you so well. Aren’t we, Alhaitham?”
“That was the plan.”
“That is the plan!” Kaveh scowls at the man whose name he moaned 5 minutes ago before lying you down on the bed, his lips coming over yours.
His kisses are pillowy against yours, and you melt into his arms, your heart feels like it’s being put back together again. Alhaitham moves to behind you, stroking your back and moving your hair away from your face, laying kisses on your neck.
“Baby,” Kaveh whispers against your lips, “you’ve been so good. Five whole days like this? Love, you deserve the reward of a lifetime, don’t you think?”
You hug him again, sniffling against him.
“Aren’t you gonna apologize to her, Alhaitham?” Kaveh looks at him notably.
Alhaitham shifts to kiss down your spine, bringing your back flat against the bed once again. Kaveh situates himself with you in his lap, his hands moving over your breasts. Alhaitham mutters something about how “all I do is serve you both” as he spreads your legs, making Kaveh whistle low.
“Oh, baby, you’re still soaked,” Kaveh teases, tweaking your nipples between his fingers. “You get like that just from listening to us, pretty?”
“She gets that from not cumming for 5 days.” Alhaitham responds flatly.
“Tch. If you’re gonna take so long, I’ll get down there and treat her.”
Alhaitham smirks, pressing teasing kisses to your thighs. “She’s gonna cum so fast once I start. Aren’t you, love?”
And you hate knowing he’s right. Your hands grip onto Kaveh’s thighs, panting in response.
“Yeah, baby, you should hold on.” It’s the last sentence Alhaitham says before, gratefully, his tongue laps into your folds.
He moans at the taste immediately, humming against your core. You’re so warm, your pussy already pulsing under his tongue.
It’s heavenly, you think, the way he licks every crevice, cleaning up your slick and adding to it before grazing the tip of his tongue over your clit. You jerk up into him, his hands going to steady your hips.
“Mm. Sensitive, baby?” You can feel his smile against your cunt, his tongue testing the waters again, gently and carefully tapping the tip of it over your clit until the sensitivity becomes you moaning for more.
And he gives it to you, gives you more, all that you’ve been wanting for the last five days. “You were so good for me, love,” he says between kisses, “you took my dick so well everyday, let me use you.”
Kaveh’s mouth comes down to kiss your neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks, then moves over your shoulder to lap your breasts, his fingers stroking your nipples. Your back arches, thighs threatening to close, you feel so strung up, breath haste.
“Baby’s getting close, isn’t she?” Kaveh uses his tongue to play with your nipple, bringing you steadily to the peak of your arousal.
“You can cum, love,” Alhaitham tells you, his arms wrapped around your legs to bring you closer, closer to his mouth. Your body shivers, shakes under both their tongues. Alhaitham quickens his tongue over your clit, tight circles with the perfect pressure that make you see stars. Kaveh pulls on your nipple a little harsher, sucking on the other.
It’s too much, you try to tell them between your moans and cries. But then you’re finally cumming, your thighs smushing Alhaitham’s head, though that doesn’t stop him from lapping up everything you have to give him. Your hands grip Kaveh’s thighs hard, and he lets you, continuing to suck and bite at your breasts. It’s an ecstasy you’ve missed for so long, that lasts minutes before your body finally relaxes. Your hands weave into Alhaitham’s hair apologetically.
But it’s not enough, you want another one, and you’re grateful for them because you don’t have to tell them. As soon as you come back to yourself, you realize neither of them have stopped. Your body jerks in oversensitivity, hands failing and grabbing at them.
“W-wait,” you try to tell them, whimpering out their names, “it’s- it’s so sensitive.”
Kaveh gives you a tight squeeze and last little suckle before letting your head lie back on a pillow, moving under your leg to kneel next to Alhaitham between your thighs.
He kisses your thigh softly, as Alhaitham’s tongue starts to slow, looking to build you back up again. Alhaitham spreads your legs wider, to fit both his broad shoulders and Kaveh’s between them. The sight of them both between your legs together has you gripping the sheets, breath coming short.
“We’re gonna give you one more, mmkay?” Kaveh whispers, lips moving up and down your thigh. You nod aimlessly, leaning back.
“Look at us.” Alhaitham demands, and your eyes skim back to them.
Alhaitham’s darkened eyes meet yours as he removes his mouth from your cunt, wiping at your fluids dripping down his chin. “Tastes good,” he comments, admiring your body blatantly, kissing your other thigh.
“Yeah?” Kaveh comes closer to him, and like it’s a meal, has a taste. He moans at the touch of your soft folds against his tongue, the way they quiver slightly.
“Mm, does taste good.” Kaveh plunges his tongue slowly inside of you and back out, his thumbs spreading you slightly, kissing your abused clit.
Alhaitham comes back to join him, and your eyes widen as you realize what’s happening, both their tongues coming to pleasure you simultaneously. You think you might be seeing heaven. Kaveh kitten-licks at your clit, whilst Alhaitham moves to suck on your lower folds, copying Kaveh from before and sliding his tongue inside of you.
“You think you can come one more time for me?” Kaveh asks, smiling against your clit. You mutter a meek yes. Alhaitham replaces his tongue with his fingers, sliding one in before adding another, his head joining Kaveh’s as they lick on either side of your clit together.
Oh, Archons, you think you might faint. They’re not in sync at all, adding to your pleasure, making it so clear that both of them are down there. Kaveh’s licks are faster than Alhaitham’s, whereas Alhaitham’s are more sensual, their tongues brushing against one another. Alhaitham’s fingers curl inside of you, making them hold your body down as you try to move.
“You deserve to be spoiled,” Alhaitham whispers, so softly you almost don’t catch it. Your hands reach down to hold theirs respectively, big hands encasing your own. Kaveh uses his other hand to spread your lips a little wider, to make sure they’re licking every part of your little clit.
Lucky. You’re so lucky. It’s so much. Babbling comes out of your mouth, making them both smile endearingly. Kaveh takes over from your clit, and Alhaitham gets the hint, moving to focus on marking your thighs and moving his fingers, making sure they hit that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.
Kaveh builds you up faster, his tongue rapid and overtaking all your senses. Alhaitham matches his fingers to Kaveh’s pace.
“Look so pretty like this,” Alhaitham switches to licking lightly at your folds around his fingers. “Had to keep you like this all week, just because you’re so pretty.”
“Mm, go ahead, love,” Kaveh tells you. “Cum for us, whenever you’re ready.”
You grind into Kaveh’s mouth, once, twice, and on the third time, you cum again. A wave of pleasure rushes over you, crashing harder than before, your whole body tensing under their spell, tears about to fall. Kaveh looks so pleased, sucking on your clit and licking on it all at once. Alhaitham works you through your orgasm too, his fingers moving inside you relentlessly, only slowing down as your body relaxes.
You watch as Alhaitham removes his fingers from you and Kaveh takes him by the wrist, plopping the fingers in his mouth and sucking on them. Alhaitham’s sharp intake of breath and Kaveh’s greedy look says everything.
“Mm, I love the taste of my lover,” Kaveh grins.
“Get on the bed.” Alhaitham groans through gritted teeth.
“Oh, so bossy~”
Alhaitham opts for grabbing Kaveh by the arm and throwing him on the bed instead. “We’re not done yet.”
Alhaitham crawls over you, smashing his lips against yours to give you the sweetest sloppy kiss. He kisses like a demand for your attention, like only this moment exists.
He finally parts from you, hot breath with a hint of mint, and the energy in the room shifts.
He rubs his hand up and down your arm. “I hope…” he clears his throat, “that we are on our way to making, ah, an adequate apology.”
You wrap your arms around him, smiling and nodding, holding him tight, and Kaveh joins in, hugging you both.
“It’s okay, Haitham,” your voice muffled by their bodies. “Love you. Love you both.”
“Awh, see! She forgives you for all the torment you put her through. What a sweet thing~,” Kaveh pokes your face, making you giggle, and Alhaitham sighs in relief.
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“Yes, yes. I love you both. Now!” Kaveh claps, “Could we please get on with the main course? Because I’ve been missing this pussy-”
“Didn’t you guys already…” you joke.
Alhaitham rolls his eyes. “Oh, so us fucking just now wasn’t enough for you?”
“Hey! We all need our… special times! Okay? And you got to fuck her for the last four days! Whereas I was actually working out in the desert! I make the bread, bring it home-”
“But this is Alhaitham’s house.”
“Exactly. Where’s my rent payment? Or are you finally moving out?”
“This again?! And you!” He pokes your forehead, “Don’t side with him! I have been so nice to you. I could’ve let Alhaitham torture you more.”
“Ah, you’re right. Alhaitham, please don’t kick Kaveh out. How are you gonna have his dick if he’s not around?”
“Tch. I think you should both be more grateful that I’m so good at sharing.”
You all laugh together, giggles and kisses that move from innocent to heated. Kaveh grabs your hand and places it on his member, your shock apparent and arousal spiking as you feel him getting bigger in your hand. You wrap your fingers around his wide girth, pumping him gently.
Kaveh smiles alongside your lips at the feeling of your hands, so much smaller than his or Alhaitham’s, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, tongues tangling. Alhaitham kisses and bites your shoulder, his hands wandering all over your body, grabbing at your breasts and your thighs.
“Wanna fuck you so bad, sweet thing,” Kaveh moves to kneel between your legs, never moving his lips too far away from you, always pecking you with more kisses. Without effort, Alhaitham flips you over.
“Oh, is that how we’re doing it?” Kaveh teases, following Alhaitham’s cue and pulling you by the thighs towards the foot of the bed. You’re moved to be on your knees, and Alhaitham repositions himself to sit in front of you, your warm breath skimming over his growing member.
He pets your hair, thumb running over your cheek. “This okay, love?”
You nod, tongue darting out to the slit of his cockhead tentatively, before licking around the head. Alhaitham’s hands press into your hair, pulling you closer but not pushing. He smells like mint and musk, clean and pleasant and thick in your mouth, moans falling off his tongue with whispers of your name.
Behind you, Kaveh takes his time to warm you up, hands rubbing over your rear, grabbing your ass, massaging both globes in his hands. He pulls them apart to look at your glistening cunt, fingers swiping over to make sure you’re ready.
He taps your clit a few times, watching with amusement as slick pools in your cunt in response. “Looks like you’re ready, baby. I’m gonna start.”
His hands smoothen against your back, and you obey immediately, arching for him.
“Good girl,” he remarks, pressing the tip against your wet hole, then teasing away, using it to tap your clit over and over, moving it back again.
“So nice and wet… all for me, huh?” He smirks. “Haven’t even fucked you yet, but you’re dripping over me already.”
You whine around Alhaitham’s cock, and he grips your hair tighter by the roots, panting.
“Ohh, oh fuck,” Kaveh moans as he slides himself into you, slowly, inch by inch, making sure you’re accommodating for him. “Your pussy’s swallowing me in, baby. Miss me that much?”
You nod as best you can, your spit rolling down Alhaitham’s cock, tongue lapping against him. Kaveh presses himself deeper in, bullying his cock into you, and you try your best to focus on Alhaitham, moving to use your hand and letting out a yelp as Kaveh bottoms out.
“Fuuck, Archons, missed this pussy so goddamn much.”
At Alhaitham’s gentle bequest of tapping your cheek, you move back to his member, swiping your tongue over the pretty pearl of pre-cum before wrapping your mouth over his length.
Kaveh sets a slow pace first, savoring the feeling of your walls. “You’re so tight, baby. Feels so good,” he mutters, his grip on your thighs is strong, fingertips pressing in, his pace getting faster, pushing and pulling your body as your mouth continues to suck Alhaitham’s cock.
“Oh,” Alhaitham holds your hair, keeping it out of your face as Kaveh moves you. The shared pace gives some sort of unity, a shared pleasure being controlled by each brutal press of Kaveh’s hips as he crowds around your back, softly kissing your shoulder in contrast.
“This pretty pussy loves me so much, doesn’t she?” Kaveh smiles, voice sweet and words dirty, listening to your muffled whines, his mind clouded by the pure arousal zipping through his veins. His fingers reach around to slip over your clit, and you choke audibly on Alhaitham’s cock, throat constricting in a way that makes him swear under his breath.
“Holy shit,” Alhaitham breathes, “this throat is almost as tight as that cunt of yours.” He smoothens his thumb at the imprint of his cock in your throat, watch as it bobs, eyes flitting back to your face as hot tears fall down your cheeks.
Kaveh laughs, lightheaded as he gets close, evident in the way his breaths quicken and his heart beats rapidly against your back. But to your surprise, he pulls out of you and grabs you by the throat, sliding you off Alhaitham’s cock and turning your head back for a kiss, his tongue swiping behind your teeth and over your tongue. He moves his hands to your thighs, your back pressed against his front, cock still hard. He lifts you easily up in the air and lines up your cunt to Alhaitham’s cock, dripping your own essence as well as his onto Alhaitham’s spit-slick member.
You’re manhandled in the air as Kaveh brings you down over Alhaitham slowly, blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Kaveh smirks as he watches both your reactions, Alhaitham’s mouth dropped in a pretty ‘o’, finally quiet for once in his life.
“Fuck, Kaveh,” Alhaitham’s pleasure is barely restrained, hot pants of air interrupting his words, “could you- be going- any slower?” He's barely inside of you, only about two inches in, but the way your slick and spit rolls down his cock has him gripping the sheets.
“Heh, what? Can’t take a little bit of denial?” Kaveh mocks, but obliges, dropping you down the last multiple inches all in one go, your hands reaching out for Alhaitham’s shoulders with a soft scream.
Alhaitham groans, chest rumbling as he grips your sore thighs, his own legs tensing as you cockwarm him, waiting patiently as Kaveh brings a finger to your other hole.
You lean into Alhaitham to give Kaveh more space, the cum you both shared earlier makes it easier for his finger to slide in, carefully opening you up before adding another finger.
“K-Kaveh!” you press your head into Alhaitham’s shoulder, and he holds you tight in his embrace as tears start to form again on your lower lash line.
“Shh, baby. It’ll feel good in just a moment. You know that, don’t you?” Alhaitham runs one hand in circles over your back, the other sliding between you both to tap on your clit lightly, distracting you as Kaveh continues to prep you. Alhaitham almost regrets his actions from the way your walls tighten around him, and then he regrets trying to reposition himself as he shifts inside of you, willing his aching cock to come back down.
“You gotta relax, okay?” Alhaitham opts to wrapping a hand around your neck instead, playing with the constriction there until you look at him all doe-eyed before letting go, inhaling sharply. Kaveh has three fingers inside of you now, and he decides that’s enough as he presses his lubed cock to your hole, the mushroom head sliding in slowly as both him and Alhaitham shush at you lovingly. You hiccup and sob into Alhaitham’s chest at the first inch, so full of them both.
"So much... don't know if it's gonna fit..."
"It'll fit, baby. Just trust us, mmkay?" Kaveh swipes your hair back to kiss your cheek.
“You’re gonna be stuffed with both of us in here, aren’t you, love?” Alhaitham’s soft voice accompanies his hands cupping your face as Kaveh bullies in another inch, whiny moans and swears filling the room.
“Archons, she’s tighter than ever,” Kaveh whispers, and Alhaitham gets it because Kaveh’s dick presses against your walls and your walls tighten around his own member. You don’t know how but you swear your body is making space for the two biggest cocks you’ve ever taken, your back arching as you start to beg Kaveh for more, more. The burn becomes addicting, your mind empty except for them, Alhaitham tensing inside of you, the rise and fall of his chest, Kaveh’s whispers of “just a little more” as he whimpers, his voice shaking as he bottoms out again.
“Baby. Baby, are you okay?” Kaveh asks as Alhaitham sits up again, his back against the wall, watching intently at your tear-streaked face nodding.
“Y-yeah, just- just wanna feel good.” Your hands go over both of theirs.
You think you might die, you think this might be the reason you’re alive, because Alhaitham nods at Kaveh once and they both start to move. You think you scream at times, you’re not sure, but you do know that Kaveh’s whines and Alhaitham’s groans join you. They fuck you at their own respective paces first, sometimes in sync and other times not. You are at times half empty and half full, but you definitely notice when they start to fuck you together, being split open by them, your body craving them the minute they leave and begging for more when they come back.
“It’s- ah- so good,” you tell them, hot breath ghosting over both sides of your body. Kaveh pulls your thighs wider, and you don’t know if it’s the heat or the arousal, but you are much more flexible than you remember.
And then they give you more, Alhaitham moves a hand to grab at your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple, watching the nub harden with each movement, your breasts jumping with each bounce over their laps. He helps Kaveh hold up one of your thighs so that the blonde can press a finger to your clit, and pleasure sparks, the coil of heat inside of you pulling taut.
“Fuck, baby, I feel you tightening around me.” Alhaitham pants. It’s so much more intense with both of them inside you, every squeeze of your cunt brings you all closer together, both their cocks pressing against each other through your thin walls.
“Gonna- oh- make you cum like this,” Kaveh gasps, “wanna feel you cum like this. It’s gonna- fuck- gonna be so tight, so good. Think you can be good for us, love?”
You nod erratically, bouncing over them, there’s so much stimulation, your core throbbing. You can’t even begin to speak, only whines and whimpers leaving your throat.
“Awh. This is what it takes to dumb you out, is it?” Alhaitham smirks despite not faring much better, the head of his cock nestled deep inside you, pace growing faster with each drop and pull of you. Hot arousal spikes through him at the realization that he hears no quip reply from you, your head lolling as you beg for “please, more, please, Haitham, Kaveh”, almost incoherent.
“Don’t worry, baby, you don’t hav’to think about a thing,” Kaveh’s words slur, “just gotta cum whenever you wanna, mmkay?”
You try to tell them you’re close, but you don’t have to. They can tell from the way you’re tightening around them, their hands working in tandem.
It’s like a shock fills your body, a loud whine that turns into a silent scream that leaves you as your whole body tenses and you release. Your only thought is of how full you are, their movements restricted but still riding you through with gritted teeth. They both want to stave off their own orgasms for the minutes your pussy tenses around them, but before long-
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh moans in need, and Alhaitham gets the message, forcing your body up and back down again despite the tight squeeze, and it’s so much stronger, has Kaveh reeling as he chases his own high.
“I’m cu-” Kaveh doesn’t get to finish before his jaw slackens and he spurts into you, painting the inside of you white and stuffing you full of cum, both watching and feeling as it drips down his cock with every squeeze of your tight ass, lengthening his own orgasm. It doesn’t all fit inside of you, but he makes it fit, fucking it back into you. His pretty voice praises you, whines as he kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are.
Alhaitham is only seconds away, groaning something that sounds like your name. His cockhead presses against your cervix as he cums, spilling as deep inside of you as possible. Your walls are still tense around him, your orgasm lasting throughout his as you milk his cock. “Fuck, baby, that’s right. Squeeze it all out of me,” he whispers, his hot load filling you up, more than he’s ever imagined.
You realize how warm their cum is inside of you as you relax in tandem with them, both your holes filled to the brim and dripping with their seed. Kaveh leans you down over Alhaitham to slowly. pull out first, gasping in overstimulation. He watches a glob of his cum drip out of your gaping hole. He knows he’s greedy as he catches it with his finger, pushing it back inside of you, watching as more of it drips out around his finger.
“S-sensitive,” you whine, “Kaveh, t-thought we were done…”
“Shh, just wanna play with you a little before I clean you up.”
Alhaitham groans above you both, your walls shivering with aftershocks around his still-softening cock. He feels the cum drip down from your ass to your pussy to his own cock, mingling with the slick you and him have created.
Kaveh runs his thumb over your rim before finally letting up, leaning you back on his own front for Alhaitham, kissing you softly.
Alhaitham does the same as Kaveh, sliding with care out of you, frothy white ring still present at the base of his cock. It’s dangerous, he thinks. Makes him possessive over you. He watches, too, at the cum that drips out with his cock, tapping on your clit experimentally only to see more of it slip out of you as your pussy tenses.
“How cute,” Alhaitham smiles sweetly, and Kaveh throws him a wet towel. Alhaitham thanks him with a nod, pressing your sensitive core, Kaveh hushing your whines with kisses between wiping down himself and Alhaitham.
The towels are discarded somewhere, you don’t know and you can’t bring yourself to care with how tired and spent you are, every inch of you aching. They lie down, finally, on either side of you, holding you and each other.
“Welcome home, Kaveh,” Alhaitham’s grumbly voice interrupts your thoughts, as he goes to kiss your forehead and then Kaveh’s.
“Thank you, my loves.” It’s the last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep.
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It’s evening when you wake up next to a still-sleeping Kaveh, blonde hair caressing his face, his cheek squished against the pillow. He looks angelic in the night. He slowly blinks his eyes open, smiling at seeing you next to him.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
You giggle. “It’s 6PM, babe.”
He rubs his face. “Ohh. Ah, yes, that makes sense.”
You both hear plates being set in the dining room, cutlery clanking against each other and onto a wooden table.
“Archons, he’s not quiet at all,” Kaveh laughs, sitting up and throwing you the first shirt he sees (it happens to be his) and grabbing a set of clothing for himself (it’s Alhaitham’s).
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing the back of his neck. “Shall we?”
Kaveh smiles mischievously, grabbing behind your thighs and picking you up on his back as you yelp, having to awkwardly open the door for him as he beckons for Alhaitham at the table.
“Ah, you’re both finally awake.”
“Did you even sleep?!”
“Yes.”
“If you were asleep, how’d you make dinner?” You ask in a mocking, smartass tone. Kaveh wiggles his eyebrows at Alhaitham.
“Yeah! That timeline doesn’t work at all!”
Alhaitham sighs as if in frustration, but his smile betrays him, “Just sit down and get ready to eat already, won’t you both?”
You look around as you sit and notice that Alhaitham is wearing Kaveh’s trousers.
“Is it just my clothing that’s not being worn right now?”
“If I recall correctly, you didn’t have clothing on when we started,” Kaveh teases.
“Ah!” Kaveh and you enjoy the moment, only to be added with Alhaitham’s presence and the stunning food he brings in his hands.
“A few sharing dishes, since I figured we were all hungry.”
“I think I’m in love with you.” Kaveh wraps a hand around Alhaitham’s wrist, kissing the inside of it.
“I definitely love you.” You tell him, and as you all dig in, there’s a unanimous feeling that… everything is as it should be. Everything is right, and good.
It’s too good, and yet it’s true. The reality is, all three of you have found family and love too.
#alkaline writes#genshin smut#genshin x reader#genshin x reader smut#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham smut#alhaitham x reader smut#kaveh x reader#kaveh x reader smut#kaveh x alhaitham#al haitham#al haitham x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact smut#kaveh smut#kaveh x alhaitham smut#alhaitham#genshin kaveh#genshin alhaitham#alhaitham genshin#kaveh genshin#genshin x you#genshin x female reader#alhaitham x kaveh#genshin imagines#genshin fanfic#genshin impact kaveh#kaveh x you#kaveh x y/n#alhaitham x you
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biker!Ghost x fem!reader
Genre/Warnings: Smut, 18+, MDNI fingering, sort of public sex
Just imagining biker!Ghost...
Who smirks at you. Watching you straddle his motorcycle and fiddle with the handles.
Who leans over the handlebars letting his lips hover over yours in anticipation. His ego only grows stronger knowing just how nervous he makes you.
Who finally closes the space between you. His teeth tugging at your bottom lip.
Whose hand cradles the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss.
Whose hand slips down the waistband of your jeans. His fingers force themselves passed the fabric of your panties to rub slow circles on your sensitive clit.
Who relishes in the sight of your open mouth, a moan of pleasure stuck in your throat.
Whose thumb breaches your plump lips, hooking onto your jaw and forcing you to keep your eyes on his.
Whose calloused fingers push into your slick folds, pumping in and out of the wetness with a faint squelching sound.
Whose pulsing erection presses into your thigh, forcing your knee further to the side for better access beneath the restrictive fabric.
Whose fingers twist in time with the buck of your hips, knuckles dripping with your milky white juices.
Whose hand wraps tenderly around your throat as you reach your climax. Your tight cunt clenching and throbbing around his digits.
Who pulls his hand from your panties to admire his sticky, glistening fingertips.
Who lustfully watches you take his pruned fingers into your mouth the sweet taste of your cum coating your tongue as you lick them clean.
#cod imagine#simon ghost riley#ghost headcanons#ghost x reader#simon riley imagine#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x female reader#alkaline writes#cod headcanons#ghost smut#simon riley smut#cod smut#cod au#mw2 x reader#mw2 smut#call of duty smut#mdni#18+ mdni#☑️mstlst
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#sleep token#vessel sleep token#vessel#photography#song alkaline#here are some photos to fuel the vessel lives in a derelict manor#out in the middle of nowhere in the uk#fanfic ideas#that everybody has#not that i have those ideas myself or anything 👀#but idk these gives me very beauty and the beast vibes#just in a creepy but sexy way#and then the alkaline music video#is just the villagers getting fed up#and calling the scp foundation to take care of their spooky resident recluse#omg this had been done already right?#please tell me this has been done already#send help#i don't want to write it myself#even though i literally just did in the tags#fffuck#i'm too tired for this
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i am altered
fun messy portrait of dream
#don't tell anyone but this might correlate with a fic I'm writing.... oops#anyways... you might see a George version soon :)#oops again#I tried lmao#dream#dream fanart#dwtfanart#dreamfanart#dwt#dreamwastaken#dreamwastaken fanart#inspired by alkaline by sleep token#veggie art
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sorry but alkaline is made for she/they nbs. "she's not acid nor alkaline, caught between black and white, not quite either day or night, she's perfectly misaligned, i see in a different light the object of my desire"???? are u kidding me. "she's an undiscovered element either born in hell or heaven-sent. either way, i'm into it" hello??? the next time someone asks for my gender, i'm just going to send them this song.
#sleep token#alkaline#i've been trying to figure out why alkaline is so special to me and it finally clicked#i could write a whole essay about how you can view this song in a queer lens#and how transformative queer relationships can be#but i won't because i am tired#maybe in the future#writing#analysis#interpretation#sleep token interpretation#sleep token analysis#sleep token alkaline
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either born in hell or heaven sent, but either way i’m into it
Simon and Artemis, call signs Ghost and Jaguar, were on their way to exfil from a stealth mission, then their transport came across an IED. The IED detonated, subsequently flipping their truck.
Ghost had been knocked unconscious in the explosion, and was bleeding slightly from his head.
"Ghost. Lieutenant! Ghost, wake up!" Jaguar said, shaking his shoulder.
Ghost was unresponsive. Even after being shook, it seems like no one's home. Jaguar shakes him again, coughing wetly as she does so.
This time Ghost's eyes flutter slightly and he coughs, before jolting awake with a gasp.
"Jesus, fuck." Jaguar swears under her breath. "Are you okay LT?"
He looks at her, rubbing his head. "Ugh…" He mutters. "I'm fine… I think…" He groans, and looks around groggily. "Where… Are we?" He asks, coughing again. The force of the cough makes him feel dizzy and nauseous.
"Our truck got hit by an IED, we got flipped over." She coughs.
"Damn…" Ghost replies, sighing. He tries to sit up, only to realize he's upside-down, making his head spin.
"What the hell is happening?" He slurs, his vision blurring slightly.
"I think you're concussed LT." Jaguar says, voice straining as she struggles with her seatbelt.
"Well that's not good." Ghost groans, rubbing his head again. He unbuckles his seat belt and tries to carefully work his way to the floor.
He looks over at Jaguar, seeing that she's struggling with something. "You need help over there, Jag?" Ghost asks in a drowsy tone, trying to offer his assistance.
"I… I can't unbuckle my seatbelt." Jaguar coughs. She's still hanging upside-down, all the blood rushing to her head.
Ghost sees her still struggling. "Oh, damn. Let me get that for you…" He says, fumbling to reach her seat belt connector. It was difficult since he was dizzy and wanted to throw up, but he managed to unclip the belt. "There…"
Jaguar grunts as she hits the floor, but at least she isn't stuck anymore.
"Thanks LT. Let… Let me get my med kit and I'll take a look at you. Do you think you can get out of the truck on your own?" She coughs.
Ghost groans, "I'll try…" He groggily kneels on the floor, his limbs feeling like rubber, but after a little bit, manages to steady himself and climb out of the truck. He doesn't trip, but he does have to pause to catch his balance a few times.
His vision stays blurry, but he manages to stay upright upon exiting the overturned vehicle.
He reaches out a hand in case Jaguar needs assistance getting out of the truck.
Jaguar reaches out a bloody hand to take Ghost's as she gets out of the vehicle, letting out a wet cough as she stands up, trying to steady the med kit on her shoulder.
Ghost steadies her as she stands, waiting for her to adjust the kit on her shoulder. "You alright, Jag?" He asks, a hint of concern in his voice.
"I'm good." She nods. "How's your head?"
"Sore." Ghost replies. "It feels like a million tiny people are inside my head, jumping up and down punching my brain." He says, cringing slightly when his vision blurs again.
"You ever gotten a concussion before?" Jaguar asks him.
"Twice, actually…" Ghost replies, wincing again as he rubs his head. "Never this bad though." He adds, stumbling a bit as he goes to sit down.
"Shit." Her eyes widen as she jumps forward to steady him. "Hey, hey! Look at me. You with me?"
Ghost groans again. "Yeah, I think so…"
He shakes his head slightly. "Something feels really weird inside my head." He groans.
"Ok, look at me." Jaguar pulls a pen light from her pocket and checks Ghost's pupils.
Ghost looks at Jaguar as she does so, wincing slightly at the brightness of the light. He follows her actions, and waits for jer to finish checking him. "You find anything?" Ghost asks, his vision settling a bit.
"Your pupils are equal and reactive, so that's good. But I'm a little worried about the concussion. Where did you hit your head?" She asks, a small cough escaping.
Ghost groans. "Where didn't I hit my head?" He asks, in a slightly dazed tone. He rubs his head again. "I don't really remember anything besides pain."
"Fuck. Okay. Can I check your head?" She asks.
Ghost nods a bit groggily, allowing Jaguar to check his head for signs of injury.
"Any other symptoms of this concussion you need to check, Jag?" Ghost asks, his vision and hearing still a bit fuzzy.
"Yeah, hold still. This might hurt." She says as she runs her hands along his head, neck, and chest, doing a partial trauma sweep to check for blood and fractures.
Ghost follows Jaguar's instructions as she does the sweep, trying to remain still, as she checks his body for external and internal harm. He does wince slightly when she checks his head again, but otherwise holds still.
"Okay, I found where you're bleeding from, I'm going to bandage it." She says as she pulls some gauze from the med kit. "Do you want any painkillers?"
Ghost nods groggily. "Yeah… Maybe…" He groans, wincing a little at the pain. "I'd really appreciate it…" He adds, his eyes drifting shut.
"HEY." Jaguar says firmly, getting Ghost's attention. "The meds are in my left pants pocket. My hands are covered in blood. Grab one, okay?"
"Okay…" Ghost says, slowly moving his hand towards Jaguar's pocket to grab the meds. "Got them…" He says, shaking one out of the bottle into his other hand.
"Okay. Can you dry swallow or do you need water?" She asks.
"I can dry swallow." Ghost says, tossing the pill into his mouth and swallowing it. "I feel like shit though… I hope this works." He groans.
"It'll help." Jaguar pulls some more gauze and starts cleaning a wound on her arm, suppressing a cough. "What's your favorite color?"
Ghost look at Jaguar, his eyes still a little hazy from the pain. "Blue, I guess. Why?" He asks, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion.
"I need to keep you talking." She states. "What's your favorite food?"
"Ah… Umm… I like steak, a lot…" He says, starting to get curious about the whole 'keep you talking' thing. "Umm… Why do I have to keep talking?" He asks, squinting his eyes at Jaguar as he tries to get them to clear up.
"If I can keep you focused, it'll make it easier to direct you. Do you still have your radio on you?" She asks, coughing wetly towards the end.
Ghost checked his vest. "Yes, got it right here." He answers. "Why do you want me to keep focused?” He asked, curiosity in his tone.
“You’re concussed, but we are still in enemy territory. We can’t afford for you to lose focus.” She says as she applies a bandage to her arm. “Where else are you hurt?”
“Other than my head?” He asks. “I’ve got a cut on my back, but I don’t think it’s bleeding too badly. Other than that, just the headache…” He groans. “And I’m still a little dizzy…” He adds, wincing as the pain from the headache worsens.
“Okay.” She approaches Ghost from behind and pulls up his shirt, quickly applying a bandage to the wound before turning her head to the side to cough. “The meds should kick in soon.”
Ghost nods, feeling the sting of pain from her attending to the wound on his back. He stays silent for a bit, just watching as Jaguar patches up a few cuts and scrapes. His eyesight has cleared up significantly as well.
He looks at Jaguar. “Thanks…” He groans slightly, his voice a little hoarse.
“No problem.” She says, wincing slightly. “Have you called for evac?”
“No… I should do that, huh?” He asks, his vision continuing to clear a bit more.
He shakily stands up, reaching for his radio. He activates it and send out the message to send in the evac, as well as their current location.
“Done.” He says a bit gruffly.
“Good.” She winces a bit as she tries to suppress a cough. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
Ghost nods. “I’m pretty sore all over, but I don’t think I’m bleeding anywhere else. I’m still dizzy, but I think it’s getting better.” He leans up on a nearby fence post for support. “What’s with your wincing? Are you injured?” He asks, mildly concerned as his vision is finally able to focus.
“I’m okay.” Jaguar says as she suppresses another cough.
“Are you sure?” Ghost squints at her, a hint of worry in his eyes. “I can help you if you need me to, if you want…” He adds, the painkillers having finally kicked in to ease some of the pain in his head.
“I’m fine, there’s nothing I can do about it here.” She coughs again. “What’s the ETA on the evac?”
“About ten minutes, they’ve got a chopper inbound now.” Ghost states, his head feeling a little clearer.
“Good.”
“We just have to wait and sit tight, then.” Ghost says.
He takes a look around, seeing the remains of their vehicle scattered about the area after the explosion. “Do we wait here? Are we safe here? What do we do?” He asks, hoping Jaguar has an answer since his head is still feeling a little fuzzy after the impact.
“We should be okay here, but we should at least move out of sight.” She wheezes.
“Yeah… we should.” Ghost agrees, glancing over at her, a frown forming on his face. “You really aren’t doing too hot, are you?” He asks, an eyebrow raising up under his mask. “Do you need to sit down?”
“I…I might need to.” Jaguar coughs roughly.
Ghost sighs, “I can try to help you,” He says looking over at her. “Do you need me to carry you?” He asks, worry evident in his voice. He reaches forward to steady her. “It’s alright if you aren’t okay y’know. You’ve been tending to me this whole time, it’s my turn to tend to you.” He offers gently.
“I’d love that, but carrying me might make it worse.” She coughs wetly. “How’s your head?”
Ghost’s mouth turns down in a frown. ”I still feel… kinda weird, if that makes sense. It still kinda aches.” He grimaces, not really sure how to describe how his head is feeling, as it’s not a normal headache.
“That’s normal for a concussion, but you’re still talking and still focused, so that’s good.” Jaguar wheezes.
“Okay. Is there anything I can do to help you with that cough?” He asks, holding out a hand in case Jaguar needs it. “Do you need some water? Any pain meds? What can I do?” He asks, trying to be gentle.
“The pain isn’t the issue.” She coughs wetly. “I think my ribs are broken, and they migh–” She gets interrupted by another cough.
“Broken? How?!” Ghost asks, a hint of panic in his voice, his head swinging to look at her, causing a wave of dizziness to wash over him. “Did this happen in the explosion?” He asked, worried about his medic.
"It's okay. You're concussed." She says.
"If your ribs are broken, that's not okay!" Ghost continues, notes of concern in his voice. "What if they've punctured something?"
Jaguar coughs again, wiping at her mouth. "One of them might've punctured my lung, but there's not much we can do about it here."
"Jesus Christ. What if there's blood filling up in your chest?" Ghost asks, worry in his voice.
"How far out is the evac?" She wheezes.
"About seven minutes." Ghost says, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "Are you going to be okay for that long?"
"I can do anything for seven minutes. I can do anything for seven minutes." She says. "How's your head?"
"I still feel… Weird…" He murmurs. "But the pain is starting to subside. I think the meds have kicked in." He adds. "Your ribs are still a big concern though."
"Are you seeing double or anything like that?" Jaguar coughs.
"No, things have started to clear a little bit." He looks at their surroundings to make sure they are still relatively safe. "Why do you ask?"
"Okay, that's good, that's good. I'm just checking. Still dizzy or is that better?" Artemis coughs again and wipes something from her mouth.
"Yeah actually, I'm not as dizzy now…" Ghost replies, nodding slightly. "But that cough of yours is worrying me. Can you breathe alright?"
"I've–" She gets interrupted by a wet cough. "I've been better."
Ghost's face goes pale as he notices that Jaguar coughed up blood. "That's… Not good….your lungs…"
"Yeah, I know." She wheezes as she wipes the blood from her hand on her pants. "How's your head?"
"It's still really sore." Ghost replies, gently grasping at his head. "My ears are kind of ringing."
His hands are starting to tremble, and his breathing is getting heavier. "What's happening?" He whispers, worriedly, trying to figure out what to do.
Jaguar gently places her hands on Ghost's cheeks, softly cupping his face. "Hey, hey. Look at me. You're going to be okay. Evac is on it's way, right? How many minutes?" She asks softly.
Ghost's fear starts to settle at her words. "Three minutes. Evac will be here in three minutes."
"Beautiful. We can do anything for three minutes. Right?" She asks, still holding his face.
"Right…right…three more minutes. We can do this." He answers, trying to compose himself. He locks his eyes onto Jaguar, trying to find comfort in her gaze.
"Remember around the time when we first started dating, and we got caught in that hail storm?" She smiles softly.
Ghost pauses for a moment, but then his face lights up when his memory jogs. "Yeah, I remember…we almost got hit by lightning." He says with a chuckle. "That was quite the night." He adds, a smile crossing his face at the memory.
"It was so scary." She smiles. "The hail was the size of golf balls."
"But we made it through, like usual. We even made it home alright." He replies, voice soft. "It's kinda amazing how far we've come, y'know?" He smiles at the memory "It almost feels like we've been through hell and back."
"Through hell and back." She repeats softly, then leans away to cough for a second. "We made it through that just fine, just like we'll make it through this just fine."
Ghost smiles at the statement, nodding in agreement. "Yeah. We will, we will." He squeezes Jaguar's hand. "We'll be fine, I promise.
She nods softly before leaning away to cough again.
Simon looks at her, concerned at her consistent coughing. Worried that she'll start coughing more blood, he reaches out to put a hand on her back. "Artemis, you're going to be okay, I promise. You'll be okay." He says softly, trying to reassure her.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." Jaguar slurs slightly.
"...Are you sure?" He asks, squinting at her as he continues to gently rub her back. "You're coughing up blood, it doesn't seem like you're okay." He says, worry creeping into his voice.
"It's a little hard to breathe, if I'm being honest." Jaguar wheezes, gesturing in reference to her broken ribs.
His eyes widen at her words. "It's hard to breathe?! Is your lung collapsing? Do you need CPR?" He's trying to run through all the medical training he has, but the concussion is making it difficult to think straight.
She laughs but then winces. "CPR is for when your heart stops, sweetheart. My heart is working just fine, I don't n–" She gets interrupted by another cough.
Simon flinches at the cough, looking at her in worry as he listens. He takes a moment to process what Artemis said before finally responding.
"Is there anything I can do to help you? Do you…do you need anything?" He asks, sounding a bit anxious.
"Just your love and affection." She slurs.
"I can do that." He replies gently. "Do you need anything else?"
"As long as evac gets here soon, that's all I need from you." She coughs wetly. "Now how far are they?"
"Just a minute or two out. They'll be here soon." He says reassuringly. "We'll be okay."
"Yeah, we'll be okay." She slurs. "How's your head?"
"Better than it first was." He answers. "How's your chest?"
"Ok, that's good." She coughs roughly. "I… I think I need to sit down."
"Okay." Ghost nods. "Do you need help, or do you want to sit down on your own?" He moves a little closer and extends his hand in case she wants help.
“I might need some help. Can…can you help me take my vest off so I can…can check which ribs are broken?” She wheezes.
“Yes, I can do that.” He nods. Simon gently holds her by the arm, and helps Artemis to sit down on the ground. He then unlatches her vest, making sure not to apply any pressure to her ribcage.
Once the vest is off, she takes off her shirt and starts running her hands along her ribs, wincing as she figures out which ones are broken.
Ghost watches this, seeming concerned as she does so. “Do you know which ones yet?” He asks. “Is your lung…” Simon tries to keep his tone soft, calm, as he reaches for her hand. “Are you still able to breathe okay?” His heart skips a beat when he hears his medic breathe sharply.
“Yes, probably, and not really.” Jaguar coughs, answering Simon’s questions in order.
“Is there anything I can do to help? They should almost be here, I can hear the chopper in the distance.” He says trying to reassure her.
“If I pass out, tell the flight medics ribs 7 through 10 on the right side are probably broken.” She wheezes. “How’s your head?”
“My head is…better… I think.” He replies. “So, I just need to keep you awake until they get here?” He asks.
“You’re the one who’s concussed.” Artemis slurs, her eyes struggling to stay open.
“Stay awake with me, alright?” Simon pleads, squeezing Artemis’ hand when he realizes she’s getting drowsy.
“Mmhmm.” Artemis sways slightly as her eyes start drooping shut.
Simon moves quickly to try to catch her, trying to take care not to injure her ribs further. He cradles her close to his chest, and his eyes widen when he sees that she’s struggling to stay awake. He looks and can see in the distance that evac is approaching, that they’re almost here.
“Jaguar!” He shakes her shoulder gently, trying to keep her awake. “Artemis!” His voice sounding more and more desperate each time he calls her name.
“Mm…” She mumbles.
Simon shakes her a little harder, holding her close as he tries to keep her awake. “C’mon love, just a little longer, they’re almost here.”
She pries her eyelids open, her mumbling barely audible. “‘M tryin’, ‘s hard.”
“I know love, I know. They’re almost here.” A sense of relief floods Simon when he sees the chopper preparing to land nearby.
Artemis is just barely able to stay conscious long enough for the flight medics to get both her and Simon onboard and stabilized on the flight back to base.
“You were amazing back there.” Simon says softly to her. “You are so strong.” He presses a kiss to her forehead through the mask as she finally closes her eyes and slips into a painkiller induced sleep.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!
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#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x oc#hurt/comfort#kind of#i mean they get hurt#and they get comfort#idk how to tag it really#so not edited#sorry#artemis is my favorite character i've created so far#hence why she's been the main in all of them#i'll introduce other characters later#maybe#idk im kinda obsessed#lmk what yall think of my writing so far#'alkaline' by sleep token was the song on repeat for this one#cod mw2
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something something something flatlanders don’t kiss with their mouths because they’ve got too much going on (sharp teeth, retracted eye, etc.) so instead close their eye and press them against each other as a sign of their utmost trust when they’re vulnerable.
[Plain text ID: a digital drawing done in a lineless style of two original, stylised Flatland characters; Atlas and his daughter Stella.
Atlas is a light grey isosceles triangle with a central eye, dark grey limbs, chips in his top and bottom corner, two scars on his left side and one across his eye. He also has a long, dark grey tail with a banner-shaped tip. Stella is a more humanoid character with a large eye for a head, black stick limbs and a thin black tail with a heart-shaped tip. She is wearing a lacy white gown.
Atlas is standing and his eye is closed in a content expression. He is holding Stella to his left with both arms and they are pressing their closed eyes together. Stella is sitting in Atlas’s arms and smiling. She is touching Atlas with her hands; one is laid on his surface and the other is wrapped around his arm that is supporting her body.
The behind them is a yellow crescent moon with a navy earth shadow directly behind Atlas and Stella. The rest of the background is beige.
End ID.]
#they’re just weird cats to me#erm can i get a no. 1 dad mug over here please and thank you#also no longer choosing to make stella’s parents ‘unknown’ anymore methinks it’s about time#this was probably very obvious to anyone who read that one random snippet i wrote#i say snippet like i’m writing a full story but it’s just a snippet from my brain. ur welcome xx#oh and the kissing thing applies to familial platonic and romantic love#just depends on the context#flatland#oc#atlas huntsworth#stella#i wanted to make this one more painterly so i did it lineless#inspired by presidentcircles-assistant’s odd creatures™️ and alkaline-phosphate’s style
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60 Alkaline Trio Lyrics Writing Prompts
What do I do with these?
Write something inspired by one of them! Get your followers to send you a prompt for you to write for!
Themes: love, death, substance abuse, suicide, violence
Kiss You to Death
1. I don't care if we fuck or we talk or we cry
Every Thug Needs a Lady
2. Right now you're all that I recognise
Over and Out
3. Please tell my wife I loved her more than life itself
This Could Be Love
4. I've got some mad ideas involving you and me
Cringe
5. You were the last good thing I ever saw
Pocket Knife
6. I've been waiting here so long // For someone just like me
Clavicle
7. I want to wake up naked next to you // Kissing the curve of your clavicle
Mr Chainsaw
8. Found out recently that you were leaving // For good I hope, I softly tell my ceiling
You're Dead
9. But I now have nothing but your heartbeat in my head
Enjoy Your Day
10. I hope he bought you roses
Steamer Trunk
11. I love you so I told you, but it didn't matter much
Dead on the Floor
12. We felt so good together // It was way too good to be
Continental
13. Ran out of time, no kiss goodbye
One Last Dance
14. Beyond repair, the damage that I did
Kick Rocks
15. You had nowhere to go, so you came right back here
Sorry About That
16. Maybe I just set aside the fact that you were broken-hearted
Midnight Blue
17. I had nobody but you
This is Getting Over You
18. Today I woke up younger than I've been in years
Bleeder
19. My heart bleeds for what you never did
Calling All Skeletons
20. I've come to love your disappearing act // Do one more pretty please
Blue in the Face
21. I don't dream since I quit sleeping // And I haven't slept since I met you
Radio
22. I've got a big fat fucking bone to pick with you, my darling
Dethbed
23. They tried everything and everyone but you
One Hundred Stories
24. I'm dying just to feel you breathe
My Friend Peter
25. I don't care who you've been sleeping with these days
Sweet Vampires
26. This love-hate is making me cry
I Lied My Face Off
27. It's never fine when you go away
Love Love, Kiss Kiss
28. Do you curse the happy couple?
Crawl
29. Never had a drink that I didn't like // Got a taste of you, threw up all night
Cooking Wine
30. Sorry I'm late, I was out spoiling my liver
Off the Map
31. I'm like a junkie for your smart mouth
San Francisco
32. And I was drinking you goodbye
Fine
33. It's ironic that I drink to make my insides stop hurting
I'm Dying Tomorrow
34. Take lots of pills, commit irreversible sins
Back to Hell
35. Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down
This Addiction
36. I once tried to kick this addiction // I swear I'll never kick again
Trouble Breathing
37. You said tonight is a wonderful night to die
While You're Waiting
38. I'm not crying wolf, you whisper // I'm really dead this time
Sadie
39. Play dead dear, it's your only hope of pulling through
Only Love
40. You're dying when you start thinking like that
Do You Wanna Know?
41. My spine is slipping like a fault line // If I go I'll bury us all
Eating Me Alive
42. The end of me was so beautiful
Queen of Pain
43. I've never seen scars like yours
Burn
44. Everyone learns faster on fire
Trucks and Trains
45. Some hit so hard you barely feel a thing
Is This Thing Cursed?
46. My haunted head aches so much worse
Your Neck
47. We'll do our very best to keep our appetites in check
Emma
48. Note on the bed stand signed in blood: Sincerely, never coming back
I Was A Prayer
49. To a hopeless cause I sold my soul
Hell Yes
50. You watched all my dreams come apart at the seams
Take Lots With Alcohol
51. I have no desire to see through my own eyes any more
Trouble Breathing
52. Cause things they never work out right
Help Me
53. You left all the lights burning but nobody's home
Prevent This Tragedy
54. I'm begging you, stop praying for me
If You Had a Bad Time
55. If you're up to your ears in blood sweat and wasted years // I'm hoping you're going to open your throat and just scream
Balanced on a Shelf
56. A somewhat inviting very different kind of hell // To live without ever looking at yourself
Settle For Satin
57. You'll never dream again, but you can pray
Every Thug Needs a Lady
58. I needed to hear something that sounded like an answer
If We Never Go Inside
59. A train appeared in town one night // For some of us it saved our lives
Song For Julie
60. I was wrong when I said things never turn out right
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"Neil Murray’s songs and writings speak to me about Australia, in a way that few other artists can. The loss and longing, the need for those of us, as migrant Australians, to understand this Aboriginal Country and create a new way to belong here. Neil’s never opted for the easy road. The hard edged reality of life on the fringes as well as the poetic grandeur of the landscape are all there in his powerful body of work."
Shane Howard on Neil Murray
#since no one can tell me when the hell neil's birthday is i must instead post random tributes whenever i feel the need.#not that i need much of an excuse to post 2 of my favorite lil guys#and yes shane i agree. yes yes. and may i add that he's also a precious angel and writes the best love songs#and when he sings about australia it makes me miss that place so much. the yearning never stops.#take for example my namesake salty ground. a song about salinization? and trees. and it makes me feel so much because it conveys such like#ecological distress. nostalgia. it makes me homesick for western victoria soils that I've never seen!!!#yesterday in my one class the professor was like you've been to australia why does it have so many sodic soils??#(the same professor who i had to inform that central australia is indeed desert...)#and i was like IDK BUT NOW I NEED TO KNOWWWW#additionally we were discussing soil acidity and the map showed australia having a lot of acid soils#which is the opposite of what youd expect in dry regions. like wat. and the coastal areas were shown as alkaline... i am confused#shane howard#goanna#neil murray
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People in the Zelda fandom really be like "the milk is alcoholic" it most certainly is not. You want curdled milk? That's how you get curdled milk. Alcohol is a weak acid.
#i am. so normal.#this is not a vaguepost this is a gripe against everyone and also myself#i was about to write that milk was alcoholic v-v this is a reminder to me#fun fact! milk isnt alkaline#neither is water#you can reblog this if you wanted to? but im not sure why you would?
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Everyone always talks about the kinks that Simon would indulge in but, personally I feel he’d be a very vanilla lover.
Genere/Warning: Ghost x fem!reader, smut, MDNI vanilla sex, imagine, head-cannon porn without plot
Simon undress you nice and slow. Peeling your jeans off your supple thighs, his fingers push aside the fabric of your panties giving him room to prep your tight cunt with his fingers as he kisses down your neck.
Before you know it, you’re lying beneath him, a panting mess, your body completely exposed to the air. Simon's fingers begin to prune from being buried between your slick folds. A milky wetness dripped from his knuckles.
He wastes no more time removing his own clothes. Pushing your knees apart to open you up wider for him.
His hand wraps around the base of his cock teasing your clit with the tip of his erection before lining himself up. Simon is barely able to contain himself, his pelvis presses forward gently burying himself into you. His girthy length fills you up, and the arching of your back only causes the head of his cock to press further into your cervix.
He lets out a grunt as your pussy clenches around him encouragingly. A shiver runs through his body from the pleasure. Despite his size, you’re taking him so well.
His thrusts begin. Slow and staggered. There is a bittersweet sharpness as you adjust to him.
It only lasts a few moments until Simon can steady his pace. The slap of skin on skin fills the room. His chest is flush with your own as the speed of his thrusts picks up. Every roll of his hips sends you further into the headboard.
Heavy breaths and whimpers fill the air between you. You let your hands fall to your sides. The folds of the cotton sheets seep through your fingers. You find yourself clenching them tighter in your palm when Simon pushes your knees closer to your chest driving his cock deeper into you.
You could feel the movement in your stomach his hips pounding into that gooey sweet spot. It isn’t much longer until your eyes are rolling back in your head, and Simon’s thrusts begin to grow sloppier.
The heat building in your stomach washes over you like a wave. One last cry of pleasure escapes your throat as every muscle in your body tenses.
Simon doesn’t stop, allowing you to ride out your high. A groan crosses his lips, and you feel the hot strings of cum filling your insides, gushing out between your bodies leaving you a sticky mess.
#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#ghost headcanons#cod smut#ghost smut#ghost imagine#cod imagine#cod x reader#cod fanfic#cod headcanons#alkaline writes#18+ mdni#mw2 smut#smut#simon riley smut#cod ghost#mdni#☑️mstlst
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So close to perfect swear to hell thought it was you
This bouncing baby boy's now turning baby blue
I've got your pictures on my walls
I've got a long list of calls I must make
To your existing family
You had nine lives and one by one you chewed them up
Your final coffin nail's been driven far too much
This won't take long you said I'm not going far
Go wait in the car
Go wait in the car
#I’m in this kind of a mood today#seriously you should see the fic I’m writing right now#alkaline trio#Youtube
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The sound of the waves collide // Part Four
So it is time for the last part.... I still cannot believe that I managed to write something and look forward to post more
This chapter is very explicit - for my taste at least.
Song for the chapter - Alkaline by Sleeptoken
English is not my first language
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Na Baron Feyd Rautha x Atreides!Reader
shameless smut
FxM
All feedback is welcome <3
Part One // Part Two // Part Three
1.695 words
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The encounter with Feyd leaves you so shaken that, come morning, you avoid seeing anyone. It feels childish and less dignified, your mind circling around the memories of the evening like vultures. It's as if he doesn't even need to touch you to make you forget years of training and let your emotions get the best of you. And he visibly enjoys it, your pain and humiliation making it even more luxurious for him.
Frustrated and unable to concentrate, you put Irulan's gift away and lie down in a lounge chair on the balcony overlooking the small garden. The sun's rays are softened by the huge trees and reflected in the pond below. Its crystal clear waters appear like a mirror - calm and serene, a painful contrast to your mental state. You close your eyes and try to ground yourself in the moment, repeating the mantra „I am alive in stillness“, but to no avail. The fever that has been ignited within you consumes your mind and body. Your hands seem to develop a life of their own and, as if guided by a puppet master, they find their way to the small band of your tunic. The warm air touches your skin and you close your eyes, letting your fingers slide over your breasts, caressing the nipples that instantly stiffen under your touch. Your hand continues to slide down as your eyes flutter shut. It is almost as if you are picking up where he left off. The heat concentrates under your fingers, and letting your intuition guide you, you move your fingers in circles, dipping in and out of your cunt. The orgasm is so intense that for a second you forget where you are. You can't stop yourself from moaning his name and you feel like coming up for air.
Two days later it is time to say goodbye. Your father kisses you on the forehead and your mother seems to think the same as you - "I will not fear". Letting go of Paul's embrace seems almost impossible, but when all is said and done, you make your way to the Baron's ship. His gigantic form floats in front of you, while your betrothed follows at the same level as you.
Even if he doesn't look at you, you can't help but feel his presence. Each step seems to be part of a well-orchestrated choreography and reminds you of a wild animal, ready to reveal its murderous nature at any moment. At the last glance, you turn your head to see your mothers signing "Good luck" to you with a small flick of her wrist. The connection to what was familiar is tethered and you are not sure of the tumultuous feeling your gut that the now empty space in your soul is son tobe filled with a new home. The change is almost tangible, as if when you pay close enough attention, it glow like a dark halo around you.
Once on the ship, you are left to your own devices. You can call upon servants at any time, but they seem to anticipate your wishes before you know them. Food and drink are brought to you, as well as an army of new clothes. Your favourite is the black dress with heavy beading around the bodice, covering your torso like a shield. Paired with a translucent black veil and a small gold chain around your neck, connected to your torso, it feels appropriate to take your first steps on the planet you will call home.
Your unease is heightened when, upon your arrival, neither Feyd nor the Baron are to be seen. A tall, slender man who introduces himself as Piter de Vries escorts you to the Feeds chambers. You immediately recognise the characteristic traces of spice in his eyes, the only thing that seems to have any colour in this world. Shielded from the harsh black sun, you reach Na Baron's quarters, only to find an army of monochrome grey, white and black surroundings. The palace seems to be the essence of the Harkonnens, with hard, clear lines, yet graceful and spacious.
"If you need anything, there are always two servants at the door," says Piter. The servants resemble guards, but you decide not to share this observation. Piter's eyes linger on the glass box with the fir tree. "Do you want to have a closer look?" You ask.
"Only if you don't mind. I have never seen anything like it".
"It was a parting gift from my father. On Caladan, fir trees grow as tall as these walls, more of them than you can count. You may take it with you if you promise to return it in one piece tomorrow."
Pieter seems to understand your bid for connection and bows his head
„I am indebted to you, Na Baroness“ Its the first time some one dresses you with your new title and you barely suppress a shiver.
And as if the title was a spell, Feyd Rautha appears in the doorway. Piter bows and leaves at once, holding the precious piece of your home in his hands. He moves so siletly, that you begin to wonder if the planet is not only devoid of color but also of sound. Blood seems to rush to your cheeks as you meet Feyd's gaze.
"Is everything to your satisfaction?" His voice echoes.
"Yes, thank you, Baron."
His arms are behind his back and before you realise why, you see droplets of thick, almost black liquid collecting on the floor behind him. Slowly he unclasps his hands, drops to one knee and holds out a slim silver knife to you, covered in more of the same substance.
"Is… is it blood?" You don't know why you question it.
"Yes, it is. Please accept this as a token of my devotion to you. It is…" his blue eyes find yours, "the proof that my body will be yours alone. No other being shall touch it."
"Your pets…" you feel almost dizzy as the understanding dawns on you.
"No more pets," he says, still on his knee.
You slowly take the knife and place it on the white table beside you. Some of the blood gets on your wrist. He grabs it and licks it off. While a part of your brain screams that you should be afraid, your body seems to find the spark he struck on Kaitain again. His tongue flicks across the sensitive skin as he rises and begins to undo the buttons on your shoulders, the need to touch him overwhelming you and you reach out with your palm to his cheek. He leans into your touch with more tenderness than you ever expected. But as soon as your dress falls to the floor, pure hunger returns to his eyes. He presses into you and you feel as if your insides have melted on the spot. You try to feel his length through the fabric of his tunic.
„So needy, Na Baroness?“ He purrs, enjoying the dominance he has over you.
With a swimming motion, he pushes you onto the bed, holding your arms above your head. His tongue descends to your collarbone, moving deeper as he takes one breast in his mouth, sucking the tender flesh. You moan under him, already feeling washed away from any security of a shore into a whirl of need. His tongue continues to drive you mad as he bites you, the pain searing and glorious at the same time. Your hand reaches for him again, but he holds your wrists down as his tongue continues to run between your legs. He looks up at you, and it is the last thing to break the tiny shreds of your resolve. But he doesn't let you go, his tongue still swirling between your folds, drinking in your sweetness. Suddenly your hands are connected and a split second later you realise why: he uses his left hand, with slender, graceful fingers, to push your thighs further apart. You feel wanton and still needy, and as one of his finders curls inside you, you moan his name.
"Feyd, Feyd, Feyd." Your own voice seems alien to you, high-pitched and desperate.
"My Na Baroness seems to want more," he smiles devilishly and inserts two more fingers at once.
You whimper and throw your head back into the pillows. It feels like the stars are exploding behind you and feel the second orgasm coming as he stops and pulls away from you.
You can barely hold back a frustrated squeal. Your body feels hot, the only antidote to this madness his skin on yours. You try to concentrate on his form, seeing him remove his tonic first, then his trousers, leaving nothing to the imagination. His body is pure perfection, not a mark on his porcelain skin, he kneels on the bed again and moves towards you. The tip of his shaft is already pink and covered with pearls of pre-cum. It touches your clit lightly as it settles between your legs.
"You'll have to learn to control yourself. So responsive to my touch, so desperate…" he hisses as the black of his pupils replaces the blue, making them almost invisible.
His tip touches your entrance and then disappears completely inside you. You feel torn apart and put together at the same time, pain and pleasure mixed into something new, a delicious cocktail of discovery that leaves you drunk and breathless. You want to close your eyes, but he says
"Look at me" you hear him murmur and you are lost again. With every movement of his hips, your whole being seems to refragment and reassemble like a kaleidoscope. Your walls convulse around him, his name like a sacred chant. Your nails dig into his back and he lets himself fall, speeding up and thrusting into you with even more abandon. You feel his use of you, your name on his lips. For a few seconds you are speechless, your shallow breaths filling the room. He holds your hips as he lies down behind you, still inside you to the hilt.
„Welcome to being my wife, dear Na Baroness“
#dune part ii#feyd rautha#feyd rautha imagine#feyd smut#feyd x reader#feyd x you#dune movie#paul atreides#dune part two#harkonnen#austin butler#cannon divergence#arranged marriage#shameless smut#smut
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Hello, I don't know if you're taking requests but I loved your bunny and werewolf price fic. Could you maybe do werewolf könig and bunny reader? 👉🏾👈🏾 I'd love you forever. Thank you!
A/N: I'm just... Going to... Scouch over here.. shh...We've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty... JK, loved writing this. As always this was supposed to be a simple one shot but my mind keeps trying to write full fucking series so this is long... My bad. Did not proof read, too excited to share it with you
Warnings: ADULT CONTENT 18+ KONIGXF!READER , SEX WITH WEREWOLF, BLOOD, GORE.
Kinda Sub!Konig, cuz the thought of a whiny whimpering mess of this man is just... Damn...
Sleep token - Alkaline
I know I am what I am, the mouth of the wolf the eyes of the lamb.
Konig integration to squad 141 had been quite stressful. As a lone wolf, entering a team, entirely constituted by a pack of wolves, he had been anxious. Fortunately, Price and the others had been kind, and after the first few days of weariness, especially from Ghost who clawed to his mate Soap like a demon hungry for a soul, he had settled in. When he realized Konig had no interest in him, he had calmed down, though Konig tried to remain a good few steps away from Soap through discussions.
So after six months, Konig could say he was part of the team. He felt quite at home. Price as the leader of the group seemed to put him at ease, his usual lone wolf demeanor kept in check. He had been thrilled to see that Price had found a mate, after coming back from a long solo mission. Konig had remained respectfully away as well, making sure that the remaining mating frenzy of Price wouldn't overspill.
No, what he hadn't expected, was that with her being part of the pack, she'd introduce you. A dear friend who just transferred from another base. They sat in the common room, everyone laughing and eating snacks.
Konig sat beside you, the big man towering you. You threw a few glances at him once in a while, glances that he could feel on him. He tried to glance at you once in a while too. He was having a hard time focusing on the current conversation. You… smelt so sweet. He wondered how you'd taste- Konig's eyes widened. No! What was that?
"Konig?" Price called.
Konig snapped his head towards the captain, blinking.
"Are you alright?" He asked, a glint of something in his eyes.
"Ah, ja! I'm alright" he quickly answered, German accent tainting his voice. He rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward laugh past his lips.
That had been the first distraction. After a good week of settling in, where he had watched from far away, sniffing a few times your scent that made him want to pop out his tail and frantically wag it. So he had tried to simply step back. He was acting like a pup in rut, and it simply wouldn't do.
He walked into the empty common area as he closed his eyes and sighed. It took a fraction of a second to have your delicious scent ensnare him. He immediately looked at you as you sat on one of the couches, book in hand. You had glanced up and he nodded curtly at you before going to grab a cold drink from the fridge.
"Konig?"
He froze, eyes staring inside of the open fridge. You had called him. By his name. His ears almost popped out at the sound of you standing from the couch and stepping closer to him. He immediately straightened himself once he could feel you close enough. You looked up at him, arms crossed.
"Konig…" you repeated.
"Yes liebling?" He blushed under his hood at the pet name that had rushed through his mouth quicker than through his brain.
"I.. why…" you tried to find your words. He closed the fridge, fully turning to you. "Did I do something wrong?"
He blinked.
"Bitte?" You frowned, confused at the foreign language.
"Hum.."
He noticed. Chuckling a bit.
"I.. you didn't do anything…" he answered finally.
"But. You've been avoiding me… is it… that you don't like me?" You tried again.
His beautiful blue eyes widened. How could he possibly tell you that he was avoiding you because your scent made him want to cuddle with you as you pet him.
"N..no… I'm sorry. I've been… distracted. You're okay.." he reassured.
You seemed to relax, throwing a soft smile at him before turning back towards the couch. He watched closely how you rolled into yourself, your legs underneath you and you picked up your book. He had a hard time thinking. The lingering scent of you, the sight of you adorably sitting on the couch. He had to shake his head to bring himself back to reality. He picked up a cold drink before taking a long sip.
So, after that. He went back to talking to you. He'd love to walk beside you, watching your small frame by his side as your voice blessed his ears. Oh god he loved it. It quickly became obvious that you two were close. Sometimes you'd even slip into his dorm to watch a movie with him or simply read on his bed as he worked on a report. It felt odd to watch him, sweatpants and t-shirt. Your eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants before quickly looking away, embarrassed.
After a good two months you were almost inseparable. If someone needed one of you they knew they'd simply had to find the other. Konig had grown fond of you. You had both gotten more touchy. You'd hug him often and cuddle while watching movies. You had fallen asleep in his arms a few times in his bed, Price scolding the both of you, calling you both an HR nightmare. It didn't stop you from sneaking into his room. Konig had first been hesitant, refusing to put you in trouble but nothing a little nuzzling couldn't convince.
The first time you had popped out your black dotted ears and fluffy white tail Konig had almost looked at you through a trance.
"K-konig?" You worried. His pupils had dilated as he watched closely your ears twitch. His eyes quickly wrinkled, a huge smile forming underneath the hood as he begged to touch them and pet them. You had complied and he had absolutely been addicted to the softness and smallness. It made you giggle. You often found yourself letting them show as much as you could in the privacy of his dorm.
Him, however, it had been a slip of control. You were both on the bed, a movie on the background as you wrestled for the last chocolate bar. He could easily take it, but he found the way your small hands touched him and his large ones roamed your body was too tempting. He has ended in between your legs, hovering you as he tickled you, your laughter filling his ears. You had started kicking away, trying to turn and roll away, but in a synchronized movement your hips and his met, his obvious large member grinding against your clit perfecty.
A startled moan had escaped your lips. Your hands rushed to cover your mouth as you looked up at the mountain of a man with wide eyes. You were both frozen, eyes staring into each other's, just your quickened breaths. You had blinked before realizing two things poking at his hood. You had relaxed, curiosity taking control as one of your hands rested flat on your chest and the other reached up.
It had the effect of a cold shower for Konig as he instinctively grabbed your wrist before your fingers could think of the touch. You had yelped from the strength of his grip. His eyes flashed dangerously, red shine in them, something rare even for a werewolf. He eyed you like a prey before rolling his hips against you again, making you whine before biting your lip.
"Konig…" you called.
It seemed to make things worse as he rolled his hips again, grinding slightly now, is cock only hardening. Your legs tightened around his waist as you tried not to moan. No.. he had to snap out of it. You felt the fur of his tail at your feet.
"K..Konig, snap out of it!" You called, louder.
His tail wagged at the sound of your voice. You weren't exactly scared. God you even felt the way your body warmed under his touch, your cunt growing wetter under his grip and the grinding.
"Konig!" Your voice rang louder.
This time, a growl that resembled a roar echoed in the hallway, making Konig blink. His eyes had immediately fallen back into their beautiful blue as he looked shocked by his own actions. He let go of you as if your skin was burning magma. Abruptly stood to take various steps back.
"es tut mir wirklich leid…" he quickly spoke before exiting his room in a hurry. The smell of Price in the hallway was strong as you closed your eyes.
Konig was furious at himself for letting himself lose control so much. He had scared you, he was sure. Price scolded him, growling in his voice that showed dominance, trying to reason with Konig. He had decided to avoid you for a while until a mission fell on the table. Fortunately you both knew that you could remain professional. Talking to each other for nothing more than missions briefings and gear Control.
It was hell for him. And unbestowed to him, it was also hell for you. You wanted to reassure him that it was ok. He hadn't hurt you or scared you. That deep down you kinda wanted it too. It was simply… too soon. Perhaps the fact that you both avoided gazes and voices was what created the upcoming chaos.
The battlefield was a dangerous place, but you were both used to it. No. What was not usual was how much Konig had his mind set on you. He kept gazing at you, making sure you were ok. It wasn't exactly compromising the mission. It was simply making his beast claw at the iron bars of its cage.
"Konig, focus!" Ghost hissed at him.
Konig frowned before turning his head forwards. Yes. He had to focus. Until you found yourselves in an empty building, just him and you. Until that enemy jumped on you, combat knife in hand, so close to your throat. It was pure instinct, sheer force that rushed through him. He had turned in a flash, throwing the man across the room. When the man's team arrived he lunged at them, claws and teeth ripping through skin and flesh. When every single one of them laid as corpses on the floor you gently spoke.
"Konig… it's over." You called out.
He had turned to you, remaining far away. He looked terrifying. Blood coating his maw and claws. Splatter tainting his fur. Your strong, frightening beast. You had raised your hands towards him to invite him closer to you as you still sat on the ground. He had closed the space to you, wrapping you in his arms as he lifted you into his lap. His deep low growl was constant, fear and rage making his heart pound in his ears. His beautiful blue eyes were gone, red irises fixated on you.
His head had lowered to your neck where little droplets of blood lingered from the enemy's blade. Long licks against the wound made you shiver.
"Konig.. I'm ok.. it's nothing, I promi- ah~" the end of your sentence was lost in a moan as he nibbled softly. A shock of electricity ran through your nervous system. He was so close. So close to marking you.
"K..Konig…"
He was lost again. But this was the fear of losing you. His mind wasn't set on marking you, you knew it. But that's all you had in mind. And you needed to hide it from him.
Thankfully the team arrived quickly after, founding the big beast holding you close in the middle of a massacre. Price had to coax him out into letting you go as you promised him you'd stay by his side for the rest of the time. You had the Intel in any way, all you needed was to evac. He had turned back but his eyes were still red, fangs still poking out. You had never left his side as Price and the team constantly kept an eye on him.
Returning from the mission, Konig had been presented in front of Price and Laswell. He had been suspended for a few weeks, which he completely understood. He had remained with price after Laswell left.
"I know you're close to her. But is there something more?" Price asked.
Konig didn't answer, simply staring at the pen on Price's desk.
"Konig." He called firmly. "Are you imprinting on her?" .
Konig swallowed. Was he? No… he couldn't. You deserved better. So much better than just a monstrous beast like him.
"It doesn't matter… I'm going to step back." Konig mumbled.
Price sighed loudly.
"If you imprinted on her, walking away isn't going to help at all." Price reminded.
"I know. But as long as she's not imprinted on me, I'll be fine staying away."
Price shook his head but the conversation ended. Konig had gotten up and left the base an hour later.
You were furious when you saw him from across the bar. It had been two weeks. No text, no calls, no nothing. You finally fell eye to eye in the middle of a team's night out. You had watched him stand from the booth when the boys walked towards it. You had stopped in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. You headed for the bar instead, sitting on a stool.
Price had noticed the hurt in Konig's eyes immediately. He wanted to smack the large man for being so stubborn. He was scared to hurt you, yes. Price had been scared to hurt his mate too. But sometimes it is so much worse to stay away.
The night went on as smoothly as it could. Konig kept throwing glances at you at the bar where you sat with Price's mate, your friend.
"Konig, just go see her mate," Gaz said.
Konig looked at the men sitting before shaking his head.
"You're so stubborn." Ghost added.
"You should listen to them…" Price's mate said as she approached the booth, closer to her man. "Before another tries to mark her…" she finished.
Konig's head snapped towards where you sat. A boy was talking to you, smaller than him. He was about to stand when Ghost and Price pushed him back down.
"Calm yourself down." Price's eyes flashed yellow.
Konig realized his eyes were back to their hunting shade, fangs grazing at his lip. He was losing control again.
"She's not yours." Ghost added.
Price glared at Ghost as Konig instantly pushed past the both of them to walk towards you.
You noticed the chaos arriving from the corner of your eyes. Konig striding towards you as Price and Ghost tried to catch up with him. You could see the red shiny eyes under the hood. Shit…
You took a step back from the man who was trying to find his friend in the same bar. Konig stood next to you in a flash, his hand, a hint of claws, gripping at the back of your shirt.
"Konig." You warned.
His bright eyes fell on you. You felt yourself crumble under the predatory gaze. God did you feel warmer all of a second.
"Sorry.. I… was just looking for…" the boy stuttered. You put your hands on Konig's chest.
"It's fine. Your friend is in the bathroom, went there a few minutes ago." You told him, the man nodding before walking away.
You turned to Konig, crossing your arms.
"What are you doing?" You asked with a frown.
"Why were you talking with him?" He asked, soft growls behind his words.
Price and Ghost remained far enough to not listen to you two but close enough to intervene.
"He asked me a question." You glared. "What's it with you who I talk to anyway?" You snapped.
"Y/N.." he started.
"You left. Why do you care?" You snapped again.
Price shook his head, knowing exactly where this was going.
Underneath his hood, Konig clenched his jaw. God he wanted to show you. Make you understand how much he cared, how much you meant to him. How unbearable it had been to be away from you, how he only came tonight because he knew you'd be here too.
"You know what. Whatever. I'm going home captain." You said, grabbing your coat before walking away.
When you walked through the door, Gaz stood behind Konig.
"Konig, I swear to God if you don't ask her out I fucking will."
Konig glares at him before something in his mind clicks. Images of you in someone else's arms, kissing another's lips. Letting another's cock-
He rushed past the boys, hoping to catch up to you. As soon as the air of the night hit him he looked around, seeing you on your phone, probably calling for a cab. He walked to his car, jumping inside, speeding to stop in front of you with a screech.
"Get in the car." He ordered through the open passenger window.
You frowned, crossing your arms again. You were going to say something, brat at him, but he purposely growled softly.
"Don't make me step out of the car to bring you in." He warned, German dripping in his voice.
You swallowed, something about that growl making you shiver delightfully. Konig was a sweetheart. He'd cuddle and pamper you with anything you need, anytime. But this part of him. The one he let out on the battlefield, it made something kneel deep in you.
You rolled your eyes, pushing the car door open before sitting in. Konig lunged forward grabbing your seat belt and putting it on, tightly pulling on it to make sure it was secure. It made your heart skip a beat. That, and the way he raced away towards your place.
"Konig. What are you doing?" You scolded again.
"I'm taking you back to your house." He stated.
"Why? What if I wanted to go somewhere else?" You crossed your arms.
He took a deep breath, hand slightly shaking on the steering wheel.
"We need to talk." He said, keeping his voice steady. You remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
"I.. Scheiße…" he cursed.
"Konig. Pull over…" you asked softly. He obeyed, the car coming to a stop, as he killed the engine.
"I… care. For you." He tried. You felt your heart swell at his words.
"Why did you leave…" you asked in a low voice, hurt lacing the sound.
"I… was out of control. I got, suspended. I thought that, maybe, walking away would be better. You. Deserve better…" the last words lost in whispers.
"I wasn't scared." You stated, Konig's head turning to you in shock. "I know you'd never hurt me. Ever." You turned to him with a smile.
"Never." He growled.
You smiled.
"Do you… will you let me… court you… liebling?" He asked, looking away.
"That's all I want Konig…" you answered, relief washing over you.
A second later, two things poked under his hood, making you crack a chuckle.
"Gottverdammt…" he mumbled.
You chuckled again, leaning towards him. He kept his eyes on you as your hand rose to his head. Your fingertips touched his ears underneath the fabric as they twitched, Konig whining a bit. You smiled, not pushing further.
"Let's go…" you said softly.
The thrilling sensation of finally being able to take you out on dates and cuddle with you non stop made Konig giddy. After that night, he went to Price, asking him for advice on how to keep control with you next to him. Price had been a mix of happiness that you two were finally letting yourself go for it, and worried because he knew trouble would be brewing. Something along the lines of a Soap-Ghost, was about to start again.
You were on cloud nine, it was amazing to be able to have Konig back next to you, finally letting himself show you how much he cared. At first he had refused too much physical contact. After a little while, he started with the small touches, hugs and cuddles. Something Price told him must have made something click in his brain, he was now much more controlled when you spoke. A simple 'stop', even lighthearted, made him freeze and step back. It almost made you miss the beast.
You'd also spend a lot more time with the group, now taking your rightful place on Konig's lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Price and Ghost still eyeing Konig once in a while. If there's one thing that they noticed, it was the dark looks sent to Gaz when he sat slightly too close to you, or joked around too much. Something about the comment he made in the bar must have stuck to Konig.
And it was true. Konig felt a ping of jealousy and possessiveness every single time Gaz looked at you or smiled…
You were oblivious. You hadn't heard the comment. It was probably not true either. Gaz probably said that to make Konig realize how much he needed you, but the words kept circling in mind every time he was in the same room as you.
And it had poisoned his mind. He'd cling more to you as time passed. He'd find himself nibbling at your neck without even realizing before you called out to him. He noticed the way your cheeks flushed a delightful pink. He tried to stop his painful erection every time. Too soon. He didn't have enough control on his wolf. Not with you.
In the middle of that mess, you felt safer letting your tail and ears out. Only accentuating his fixation on you. He had also let his ears and tail out a lot more. You were so happy every time and he'd let you pet his ears, making his tail wag. He wasn't ashamed anymore. He'd be your perfect little puppy if that's what you wanted.
Until it happened. After a very long and annoying two day field training with new recruits, Konig had walked into the common rooms, grumbling. The sweet scent of you immediately relaxing his tense shoulders. When he looked up he froze. The instincts and reaction was on the spot. His eyes flashing red at the scene before him. The way Gaz hovered over your shoulder, looking at the file on your lap. His mouth was so close to your neck. You could probably feel his breath on your skin.
The growl erupting from his chest wasn't controlled. And it immediately caught your attention and Gaz's one. The boy took a step back immediately, hand raising in the air as surrender. You stood, skipping to Konig.
"Konig…" you called softly.
His gloved hand tangled in your hair, pulling softly as he nuzzled your neck, eyes glaring at Gaz. Gaz simply looked away. You decided to avoid the storm brewing by pulling Konig with you into the hallway straight towards his room. Cuddles would help calm him down. The door almost slammed shut behind the two of you. It made you shiver and bite your lip as you turned towards Konig. His hands met your waist, pulling you up before slowly bringing you down on the bed.
You giggled, watching him pull off his hood. His beautiful face made you warm up. It had been a couple of weeks now that he felt comfortable enough to take off the mask and reveal himself to you.
"Why was he so close to you… did he touch you?" He growled against the skin of your collarbone. You stifled a moan.
"Of course not… Konig… he wouldn't dare… he knows I'm yours.." you reassured.
"Not… fully…" he mumbled.
You blinked, heat rushing through your body.
"K-konig…" you stuttered.
He rose from the bed, pulling you up to sit as he brought you to the edge. You watched in awe as he kneeled in front of you.
"Bitte liebling…" he whined, hands on your ankle as his teeth grazed the skin of your thighs. Your stomach twisted at the sight, feverish shiver and wetness pooling in between your legs. The bunny in you wanted nothing more than to offer itself to his beast.
"Let me.. mark you. Bitte…" he looked up, blue begging eyes. "Ich bitte…"
You inhaled a sharp breath, hand meeting both sides of his face as your thumbs caressed the skin, soft stumble underneath your fingertips.
"Yes…" you whispered in a breath.
His eyes lit up, red flashing at you as he rose to his feet to pull you back up on the bed again, taking his place in between your legs.
"Are you sure schatz? I… I'm not… I…" he looked anxious for a second, the fear of losing control and hurting still lingered underneath the scorching need to have you.
"Yes Konig… you're all I want… I need you to mark me…" you whined.
His hand hid your eyes, making you gasp. You felt the way he transitioned, claws and fur now tickling your soft skin. It made the bunny react, tail and ears popping out. He removed his hand, letting you see his enormous frame. God he was large in human form, but the sheer size of him as a wolf was terrifying.
You dropped a soft kiss on his maw, your ears plastering back. He whined, licking at your cheek, jaw, avoiding your neck to go for your collarbone.
"Can… I..?" He asked, how voice graveled and claws pulling at your clothes.
"Of course…" you giggled.
The fabric tore to shreds, as he whined and his tail wagged frantically. You felt yourself burn. The mating frenzy overrides anything else in your mind. He lapped at your skin, traveling to your legs, thighs. He softly bit the plush flesh, not drawing blood but earning a gasp from you. He used his large maw and head to spread your legs, giving him access to your aching core.
"K..Konig…" you begged.
He licked softly at your cunt, not applying enough pressure to dip in your folds.
"Konig!" You scolded, impatient.
He obeyed, tongue pushing past your lips to lick at your wetness and lapping at your clit.
The moan of relief and pleasure that escaped your lips made Konig's erection react, cock twitching.
His tongue didn't hesitate pushing at your entrance, making sure to stretch you slightly as you squirm underneath his large hands. He could break you. And the thought made you open your legs wider for him. You were already so close to your orgasm. He could smell it in your scent, feel it in the tremble of your body. His tail wagged happily, the thought of you cumming from his tongue making him feel proud and thrilled. Your hand dived down to his head, grabbing at the fur in between his ears as his ears fell back. He whined, tail now slamming on the bed as he wagged.
Your breath quickened as you felt yourself so close to the edge. One last long lick made you throw your head back, a loud moan erupting from your throat.
Konig let out something in between a growl and a whine against your squeezing count that made you jolt through your pleasure. He didn't stop, lapping greedily. You giggled in between moans and gasps.
He finally stopped, straightening himself to hover over you. He still happily wagged his tail, his ears back as he licked his maw. You blushed and smiled as your hands met the sides of his neck.
"Good boy…" you let out.
He whined again, this time grinding his hips forwards as his hardened cock rubbed against your clit. You moaned. He was big. God… so large. He looked down at you, awaiting your orders, trying to hold himself from ravishing you. You rolled your hips against him, the friction making him pant.
"Bitte schatz… bitte bitte bitte…" he whined.
You bit your lip, nodding.
"How… Do you want me?" You asked, unsure of which position would be best.
"On your tummy…" he growled against your cheek, nuzzling you.
You giggled again, rolling over. He licked at your back, small bites at your tail and ears before his hand snaked underneath your hips to pull you up to your knees.
He looked down, his tip at your entrance, making sure to coat himself. He pulled away, opening his maw to let his drool fall on top of his member and your ass, watching it drip down to your entrance as your skin filled with goosebumps. When he finally put himself at your entrance, tip just slowly probing at the entrance he froze, waiting for you.
"You choose… take your time…" he said, one hand bracing himself, the other on your hip.
You wiggled your hips, his member in between your folds. When you felt yourself unable to resist any longer, you pushed back slightly, hit tip dipping into you as you gasped closing your eyes. You took your time, small movements forwards and backwards to ease himself into you, each inch only stretching you further. Konig whimpered above you, his hips trying their best to remain still and to not buck into you, his claws ripping at the bedsheets next to your head. You lowered your front, hips up and back arching to take him better.
He finally bottomed out, you closed eyes, your lungs trying to keep up with your blood flow. When you finally felt yourself adjusted enough, you bucked back into Konig, a whine escaping him.
"Please… Konig…" you whined as well.
He struggled to fight himself, hips pulling back slowly before pushing forwards to dive into your drenched pussy again. You could feel how hard he was holding back.
"Konig… please…" you urged.
He allowed himself to slam himself slightly harder into you, making you moan loudly. He increased his pace, hips slamming into yours, the bed shaking. His hand underneath your front, right in between your breast, his hand clenching at the sheets right underneath your face.
"Bite… if .. you need to…" Konig tried through moans and whimpers. His other arms were firmly wrapped underneath your hips so he had better access to you. You could feel yourself clench around him, count filling so full, Tip hitting your cervix in a mix of pain and pleasure. You felt the familiar coil in the pit of your stomach ready to burst. You glanced to the side, eyes catching a divine view. There in the mirror, you could see you, sprawled forwards on the bed in Konig's strong grip as his hips slammed into yours, his ears back and tail curled against his legs as drool fell from his maw, eyes flashing in between red and blue as he looked drunk from the mating fuck.
It made you burst, eyes closing shut as you crumbled in his arms, orgasm washing over you again.
"Oh… good… so verdammt gut…" he moaned in your ear.
You felt the tears burn your eyes, overstimulation ensnaring your senses. Your ears barely picked up the sound of a worried Price calling for Konig at the door. Barely picked up on the ear piercing growl Konig produced as an answer. A deadly warning that if one of them dare to enter to interrupt his marking and nearly fucking breeding he'd tear them apart. He was too lost to care. Fuck the rest, it was you. Your scent, your pretty moans of his name, the smell of your salty tears and the way your perfect pussy squeezed him.
You didn't hear Price ask the rest of the team to evacuate the rest of the building. Cursing that this was the second time this year and Laswell was going to yell. No. The feeling of Konig pounding you mercilessly was making you lose all sense of reality. The next orgasm creeped up on you, almost painful blurring your vision and making your ears ring. Everytime you could feel him wag his tail, almost beeping with joy that you were cumming around his cock, just for him.
You were drooling yourself, the sound of him whimpering and moaning your name telling you he was close. He was going to mark you, the thought made your pussy clench tightly around him. His hips faltered, pounding your mercilessly.
"Please… bitte bitte… ich bitte… can I cum… pleasepleaseplease…" he whimpered against your neck.
You cried out a yes in between hiccups as he slammed roughly into you now. If he wasn't holding you firmly by the waist you wouldn't have kept in place. Your orgasm was nearing, creeping again around the corner as Konig panted loudly, cock burying itself so deep in you, you almost felt him in your belly. You chanted his name, both of you ready to release as he lunged forwards, teeth sinking into your neck painfully as you both came. You felt yourself lose focus, the world spinning around you at the force of your pleasure, only doubled by the marking.
His hips bucked into you a few more times as he licked at the blood on your neck. You didn't register him pulling you with him to lay on your side. On the way he wrapped a blanket around you, more than him. He cuddled you tightly to him, cock still buried deep inside you. He whispered and mumbled nonsense German in your neck that only made you smile. You felt yourself drift off to sleep as the last thing you heard from Konig roared through your whole body.
"Mine.."
In the morning you didn't get up. You had tried but your aching muscles and the soreness made you unable to stand. Konig apologized profusely. He had gone back for a few rounds again during the night, having you mewling for him. You were so full of his cum your thighs could feel the stickiness and wetness in between them. You felt like he had gone through the mating and the feeling of breeding you all together.
He had been absolutely adorable for the entire day, bringing you snacks and drinks, cuddling with you. Price had made sure that everyone avoided the common rooms and dorms, letting the freezing come to a stop while he dealt with angry HR's breathing down his neck.
But you couldn't care less. As you laid down in konig's arms, his piercing blue eyes looking down at you full of love you couldn't care less about the rest of the world.
"Konig…" you whispered.
He hummed happily, eyes squinting.
"I love you…" you let out in a breath. His eyes widened in shock before he hugged you tighter.
"Oh liebling… I love you…"
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i JUST started listening to sleep token and went to the tag only to find you there, please tell me more about this band?? collective?? i need more
You got it buddy! One order of a full Sleep Token beginner primer, coming up!
Sleep Token are a rock? metal? genre blending collective based out of England, tho nobody's 100% sure of where the members are from because they are also a masked and anonymous project. Their style of music varies greatly from album to album and song to song. From soft ballads, to electronic music, to indie, to progressive / prog metal, to post-rock / post-metal, and now with their newest singles, a definite shift into heavier sounds with roots in djent and -core genre elements like breakdowns and scream vocals, let's just say they are very diverse and there are not many bands that sound the same out there. Their blending is pretty unique, and imo will prove to be genre-defining in the coming years. They are signed to Spinefarm records and they're touring as we speak in Europe.
They formed in 2016 and self-released their first EP called One that same year. Their second EP aptly called Two was released in 2017 on Basick. They currently have two full length albums out on Spinefarm, 2019's Sundowning and 2021's This Place Will Become Your Tomb, which are the crux of the material you wanna look into. I always advise that you listen to the whole albums front to back because artists plan these tracklists deliberately, so we owe it to them to consume their output the way they intended us to, but! I also realize nowadays nobody does that because of Spotify and streaming, unfortunately, so: for Sundowning, I'd recommend Sugar as a first track because it touches on both the soft and harsh sides of the album beautifully; and for TPWBYT I'd say start with Alkaline (bonus points for a delicious video to get you into their visual side too).
On January 6th and 7th 2023, they released two new songs to showcase their new sound, Chokehold and The Summoning. These two singles seem to be the optimal path currently to get into the band. There are rumors of a new album called Take Me Back To Eden to be released this year, there's a tracklist floating around online though we don't know if its legit, and there are also rumors for new singles coming out, at the time of writing this, tomorrow and in two days, on the 19th and 20th of January 2023.
There's also a recording of an acoustic show called From The Room Below floating online, with new takes on their previous songs and a few choice covers like Billie Eilish's When The Party's Over, surprising crossovers that are emotional experiences.
Now, visually and in theme, you'll notice the band has a storyline of sorts. The lore of Sleep Token is this: the band was formed after an ancient deity called Sleep (a reductive name that doesn't encompass the deity's nature at all, but its true name cannot be spoken in any human tongue) revealed itself to the singer, Vessel, in his sleep. Sleep appears to be a powerful force worshiped in ancient civilizations, that gave them the blessing of dreams and the curse of nightmares. Since this apparition, Vessel's life purpose has been to worship and make offerings to Sleep via music.
The members of the band are all called vessels, we can infer vessels for Sleep. The singer is Vessel I, but the fandom's moved to just calling him Vessel. The other members are just called by their numbers. II is on drums, III is on bass, IV is on guitar. They're all vessels. They wear masks to hide their identities, with what seems to be full body black paint and some variety of stage costumes including hooded coats and capes and now apparently full pauldrons and void wizard staves.
You'll come across some specific lingo when encountering Sleep Token content or in the fandom. These terms mostly come from their official social media so they use them themselves, it's not fan made.
"Worship" is the tagline, kinda like "Nema" is with Ghost. You'll see fans telling each other that all the time. To Worship is to take part in enjoying the band in any way you can: listening to the music, watching videos, streaming their stuff, spreading the word, going to shows, buying merch, etc.
Sleep Token's shows are called Rituals, like Ghost's. Pictures and videos are referred to as Sacred Moments, or Sacred Moments in Time. The bands they tour with are called Brethren.
Sleep Token's songs are called Offerings. Because they are written as a means to Worship the Sleep deity. Offerings can also be in the form of instrument playthroughs, videos, etc. What the band produces.
When you listened to new material or acquire merch, you also Consume.
A note on their anonymity to finish: while there are rumors about who the band members are, nothing's confirmed and the band's explicit wish is to maintain this anonymity, so it fundamental to respect those wishes and not try to dig. They value art for art, they let the music speak for itself, and they explicitely wish for their music to be detached from who they are as people. Let's leave the magic in place both for them and for us!
Welcome to the fold! Worship!
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Maryë (Astarion x GN! AFAB Reader) MDNI 18 +
Synopsis: Astarion left to explore the world and himself following the death of the Netherbrain. You remain in Baldur’s Gate with your brother, Gale, resigning yourself to your fate as Astarion’s friend until you die. Until one day, you and Astarion begin to write letters back and forth. Except there is one letter in particular that you suspect isn’t from Astarion…
CW: minimal mentions of violence, smut, Oral (Female Receiving), PIV, Tav’s also just an oblivious idiot who apparently doesn’t think very hard about words (it’s me, I’m Tav the idiot and this is like my Fiancé and I’s friendship prior to ya know, dating lmfao)
Author note- I might also write this in AMAB! Format, but I need to do some… research first for accuracy. This is lightly edited and just some silly little thought I had. I wanted to write something not so detailed for once while I work on my drafts for Lethal Woman and She’s Not Acid Nor Alkaline. Also def stole a line from Tolkien and added to it at the end (this is me crediting).
You’ll either love this or hate this idk.
The title literally translates to Home in Elvish.
Photo belongs to idk who so please reach out if it’s yours!
As always- likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated, I am just terrible at responding.
Tav,
As much as I enjoy our current form of communication- I was wondering if I could come to see you in person.
I have so much I need to say to you and I want to be able to do it in person- the proper way.
I hope to hear from you soon.
Yours,
Astarion
You sit and stare at the letter like you have been doing for the last week since you received it. Unlike your half-brother, Gale, you are not one for words. It was hard to respond to Astarion’s letters initially until Gale “doctored” your responses- often putting whatever silly accomplishment you have achieved lately or stories Gale found interesting from your recent solo adventures.
“Are you going to write the letter or are you hoping it’s going to write itself?” Gale teases.
You scowl at him and shake your head.
“I don’t know what to write back.”
“I could come up with a couple things!” Gale clears his throat, “‘ Oh Astarion- I’ve missed you terribly this whole time! I regret telling you that we should be friends until you figure things out! Despite my VERY WISE BROTHER’S ADVICE TO NOT DO THAT! I wait like a lovesick puppy at the mailbox every week hoping a letter may arrive!’”
You roll your eyes at him and throw one of his many decorative couch pillows at his head. He certainly has your mother’s flair for the dramatic. However, you can’t necessarily say he’s wrong- you have been nothing less than a smitten school girl waiting for letters non-stop.
Astarion had gone back to the Underdark after the last battle with the Netherbrain. He told you that he wanted to go and explore who he is- the world too.
You had been as enthusiastic as you could about the decision considering you had come up to him at the party with a letter in your hands asking if he would like to continue traveling with you after this- you had been too scared to say it outloud. A part of you hoped it may allow your romance to blossom without the impending threat of death at every corner. Well, if he still harbored any feelings for you at all.
You had merely smiled and told him how excited you are for him. It answered the silent question that had been there- was there still room in Astarion’s heart for you after you said you should just be friends and try again later?
The answer was ‘no’, despite Gale’s perplexed face and lecture when he found out you gave the spawn a send off with a ‘long’ hug (he made you describe it in detail). You refuse to give yourself any hope- you will remain a dutiful friend since you resigned yourself to this fate.
Then you received a Sending spell with him requesting your address and the letters began. You squealed like a schoolgirl when the first one came in and ripped it open enthusiastically. You didn’t realize Gale was home, otherwise you wouldn’t have read it out in the open- Tara snitched on you!
You had only truly met Gale around a couple months prior to your mutual abduction. Your mother had asked you to assist a brother you never knew about in finding magical artifacts- you quickly learned it was because the man was becoming a damn recluse.
You had worried he’d slam the door in your face or turn you into a sheep for all of eternity- the minute you told him your name was Tav Dekarios, he pulled you in for a hug and told you he had been awaiting your arrival. Gale was thrilled to know that, like him, you were also a prodigy in your craft.
You are a virtuoso master with any instrument you touch and you cast spells that are almost far too good to be true. You became Oghma’s Chosen in your teen years after spending many years practicing under his mentorship (which is why you and Gale had a very weird, serious talk one night about how Mystra is kind of a fucking pedophile) and that allowed you to do incredible things.
Your notes could create shimmery images and tell stories- Arabella and the other tiefling children (even the very tough Mol) enjoy coming over and watching war tales be told with nothing but a drum and a rain stick. Sometimes you let them tell tales and you come up with a tune to match it- eventually finding a rhythm to put your mind into and create the picture.
It was one of the many things Astarion mentioned in his note- he stated that none of the other Bards even begin to hold a candle to your talent. You blushed deeply when you read the line.
He told you about everything he had seen, everyone he had met, what he’s found out about himself, and shockingly enough- how much he misses you. It had taken you by total surprise, but you responded saying you missed him too.
Pet names began to flow easily into inked lines and it felt like you had a tiny part of him back in your life- your friendship is still as strong as it was before he left.
The letters have quickly become the best part of your week and occasionally you’ll read them with Arabella. She ooos and awwws, then attempts to bully you into tell Astarion your feelings. You cast a mini rain shower over her head with a few poetic words for the suggestion. You don’t want to ruin what you have and there is always the possibility that he found someone else.
However, you weren’t unsure of this particular note because you didn’t want to see Astarion- you would love that. The issue is that it doesn’t look like his handwriting, it isn’t the paper he uses (he’s ridiculously particular), and it doesn’t flow. Gale thinks you are over analyzing it, but you are pretty sure that this isn’t Astarion’s writing. He also addresses you as “Darling” not Tav and signs the letter of with “‘Órenya ná órelya” (my heart is your heart) not “Yours”.
You’ve waited for another note to come in since, but nothing has. You are beginning to wonder if Gale is right and you really are just being paranoid.
“I already told you, Gale,” you say with annoyance, “something isn’t right about this note. I don’t think this is from him which is worrisome because that means I haven’t heard from him in two weeks WHICH could MEAN-“
“For the love of Gods- TAV,” Gale yells, effectively shutting you up, “my young, oblivious little sibling. Just say yes and let him come visit.”
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It had been two days since you sent the sending stone and there was no response. Not that it would have mattered anyway considering you are somewhere in the Underdark in a very beautifully lit cave. Neon, blue veins of magic run through the rock. The pathway is lit with glowing flowers and…. Benches?
It had all happened so fast. One moment you were walking home from the market and the next- Astarion had come up to you from an alleyway and said he needed help. He had told you that he would love to catch up, but there is an injured child around the corner and since he can only stay in the shadows, he needs you to help them. Before you knew it- someone hit you with a sleep spell and the last thing you remember seeing is stars as your head slammed into the pavement. Oh and a, “oooooffff my bad” before you blacked out.
You blink your eyes a few more times, trying to figure out what in the wretched hells is going on.
“Oh for the love of- I told you to talk to Oghma’s Chosen! Not kidnap her and give her a serious concussion!”
A hazy, short figure comes into your vision. Is that…. a Deep Gnome?
“You told us it was imperative for the wedding! We intercepted the real letter and wrote this one,” another Gnome says, “and it worked! They showed up and everything! We’ve been watching since you told us to talk to her two weeks ago! We were running out of time for talking and bargaining so we just-“
“Kidnapped them!” the man yells, “you kidnapped them!? You- you imbeciles! They are supposed to want to perform for the wedding- you had at least six more hours! AND I GAVE YOU TWO WEEKS!”
“But Walby-“
Walby.
You know Walby! He and Barcus have been dating for a while now and the two are over the moon smitten. You are very happy for Barcus- this man is everything Wulbern could never be.
“No! I have had enough of your silliness! Leave me at once!”
You hear the three Gnomes that supposedly ambushed you walk off in angry huffs. A flash of healing magic fills the air and your head is finally clear- your ears no longer ringing like a triangle.
“My apologies, Ms.Dekarios,” Walby, says, “I wanted them to give you an invitation to come to Barcus’ and I’s wedding this afternoon, but as you heard, they are not the brightest bunch.
“It’s a very last minute ceremony- my mother is ill and she wants to see her ‘baby’ get married before she goes. We wanted to wait another year to plan, but oh you know how it goes!”
Walby looks at you sheepishly as you blink a few more times and let his words sink in. You look at the man and try not to throw up from sitting upright. You must have been out for a while, but not in a “oh that was a wonderful beauty nap” kind of way. You are pretty sure you have a decent amount of blood caked to the side of your head and neck right now.
“Oh, well in that case,” you offer a good natured smile, “I’ll consider this the most unique wedding invitation I’ve ever received and one I may not even have the privilege of remembering.”
The man laughs heartily as you stand up and brush your clothing off. You’re glad you wore a nicer outfit today and decided to bring your violin along- Oghma must have wanted to make sure you were prepared.
“I also wanted to ask a favor,” he says meekly, “if I haven’t fallen out of your good graces before I even stepped foot in them- that is.”
You smile and just roll your eyes.
“Consider it water under the bridge. How can I be of service?”
“Well, you see- we had asked an acquaintance of ours to play music and uh. There’s no easy way to put this, but he was run over by a herd of Deep Rothé.”
“Hmm,” you say with a snort, “tough crowd- Deep Rothés.”
Ultimately, you agreed to perform for the ceremony and the little dinner party afterwards. Your music decorated the air with golds and silvers. Barcus was thrilled to have you there and thanked you immensely for allowing his mother-in-law to “witness true magic” before she leaves this plane.
By the time you were finally leaving- you hear two very familiar voices scream your name and come barreling towards you.
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Astarion and Gale are practically sprinting as they try to track your location through the streets of Baldur’s Gate. They had just found a large spot of your blood sticking to the cobblestone and leading to the sewer. Astarion feels sick when he notices the path leads back into the Crimson Palace. Thankfully it was through the sewer and straight to the tunnel of the Underdark.
He had sent you a letter a few days ago and he had confessed his feelings. Instead of waiting for you to respond like a sane person, Astarion got the hell out of the inn he was staying at and began the four day trek to Baldur’s Gate. The nice part about traveling alone and not needing to breath is that Astarion could run from place to place if he was in a hurry or was just fed up with traveling already.
Astarion quickly learned that it was boring to be alone and it’s far more fun to share adventures with you. He also learned that he might be a semi-decent person on his own because, in spite of being without your physical presence, he continues to fucking help people. Astarion is really over this whole moral compass thing (it only extends so far though, he’s still a proud Bastard at heart).
When he arrived at your home about an hour and a half ago, Gale had informed him that you had gone out to the Market and was confused when Astarion said his letter shouldn’t have arrived yet. It took longer than usual to write for… reasons.
Gale showed him the note you received and the two of them pieced together that someone had definitely set up a trap- just not a very good one. Astarion pinched the bridge of his nose when Gale told him that you definitely figured out the letter wasn’t from him, but Gale encouraged you to respond anyway.
A part of him is incredibly worried that some of the remaining Bhaal cultists have taken you since they are the only people he could think of that would be able to mimic his form. His stomach still turns when he thinks about the time they realized Orin had taken you. This is giving him the same queasy feeling.
So imagine his and Gale’s surprise when you are walking away from some random spot seemingly unscathed. Except Astarion won’t believe that until he has inspected you for injuries himself.
You look positively shell-shocked to see him and even more surprised when he’s taking your face gently in his hands and begins to check for injuries.
“Are you alright, Darling?” He says in a far more panicked voice than he means to, “we found blood- I thought the worst and your idiot brother! Of course that letter wasn’t from me! I have class, my Dear! I would never use that paper and WHY IN THE HELLS WOULD YOU FOLLOW ME OF ALL PEOPLE!?”
He knows his ‘rage’ doesn’t sound like rage- it sounds like a man who thought his only love had been on the brink of death only moments ago. Astarion is trying to keep a serious face, but the adoration and love in your eyes when you look at him is making him want to dissolve. He’s thrilled to see that after a whole year of not being together that your feelings haven’t waivered. Neither have his, obviously, but that’s why he’s here.
“I will say, Tav,” Gale says with exasperation, “you even gave Tara a fright- you should be expecting a very long lecture when we get home.”
“Oh I’m sure I will,” you say with a beaming smile, your eyes never leaving Astarion’s, “but I do have quite the story if you would like to hear it?”
Astarion’s grin stretches across his entire face.
“I think a good story, better company, and some wine would make for a fine evening, my Dear.”
“Gross!” Gale says, “but I’ll tag along for some wine.”
Oh dammit.
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If Astarion wasn’t so busy feasting upon you- then he probably would have already hunted down those stupid Gnomes that gave him a fright and found a windmill to fling them from. Gale had left only 15 minutes ago, but Astarion had made quick work in getting you up to his room and having his way with you.
The minute Gale left, the conversation became flirty and teasing- all the want that has been pooling in his body is finally getting the release it needs. You, like always, are a sight to behold.
Your back arches when his tongue drags along your clit and Astarion pushes your hips down into the mattress as your arousal paints his lips. Your moans and desperate cries of pleasure are so delicious and his cock is painfully hard, straining against his leather pants.. He is fighting between taking his time and being selfish- chasing his own pleasure inside of you.
The moment you clench around his fingers is the same moment he unlaces his own pants and begins to remove them. You keen and whine underneath him- Astarion’s name sounds the best coming from you in this state.
Astarion should be a gentleman, hypothetically, and maybe give you a half a second to be a little less dazed from your orgasm. Except Astarion isn’t a gentleman and he isn’t patient- at all.
Astarion lifts your hips up to his until the head of his cock is aligned with your entrance and he thrusts himself inside of you. You immediately wrap your legs around his hips with a yelp of pleasure and your eyes flutter wildly as you take his whole length. Astarion smiles down at you as he slowly rocks in and out of you.
Your fingers find their way to his hair and you pull Astarion’s face down to yours- stunning him with a mind numbing kiss. He snaps his hips at the sensation and the moan you let out causes whatever resolve he had to break. Astarion releases the hold you have on his lips and kisses along your jaw up to your ear.
“Did you like that, my Love?”
You hum in approval and try to pull his mouth back to yours. He interrupts you by thrusting into you two more times with more power than the first one.
“Asta-,,” you attempt to say his name between thrusts, “Astarion please.”
“You didn’t answer my question, Pet,” he teases, “I don’t even know if I know what you like anymore- maybe you don’t even like thi-“
Your legs tighten around his hips as he goes to pull completely out of you. Astarion quirks his eyebrow at you with a smirk as you look at him with desperation.
“I more than liked it- I loved it,” you whisper with your cheeks burning from your shyness.
Oh and how Astarion loves your shyness. His hands fist the sheets as he starts his agonizingly slow rhythm inside of you again- whimpers falling from deep within your chest.
“See, Darling,” Astarion says as his face falls into the crook of your neck, “that wasn’t so difficult, now was it?”
He doesn’t even give you a chance to respond before Astarion’s hips begin to pick up speed and his mouth covers yours. As much as he loves to hear you moan- he doesn’t care to share that experience with any of the patrons that had been obviously checking you out while you were catching up.
Astarion groans against your lips as he continues to fuck you relentlessly- his fangs nip at your lower lip and lap at the tiny droplets of blood that seep from the punctures.
You are a mess underneath him and you feel incredible in every way possible. Astarion never wanted this to stop in the first place- back when he had told you his feelings and you said it would be best to be friends for the time being.
Perhaps that’s what causes him to slow down and kiss you deeply- making up for the lack of speed with more force. One of his hands trails along your chest and begins to tease your sensitive nipples- your walls clench around him hard when he begins to pinch and roll the right one and your orgasm coats him as he moves to play with the left.
You kiss him sloppily and he’s lazily thrusting into you- his own Little Death following yours within seconds. Astarion collapses on top of you as he begins to soften inside of you. The smell of you and him mixed together is intoxicating and your heartbeat is hammering from the pleasure- your eyes glassy and tired with bliss. He laughs breathily before placing a kiss on your swollen lips.
Astarion lifts you up ever so slightly so that he can pull the blanket down and over you, then he adjusts himself and you so that you are curled up with your ear pressed against his chest. He strokes your hair absentmindedly and you lightly draw shapes on his chest.
“I’m so glad you’re back,” you say sleepily, “I’ve missed you so much.”
I’ve missed you too, Darling,” Astarion says while pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m happy to be home.”
“Oh I’m sure Baldur’s Gate is-“
“You are my home,” Astarion interrupts you, “I’ve come to realize that wherever you are is where I want to be.”
You look up at him with tears in your eyes and happiness in your heart.
“But what about exploring your new life and all of that jazz?”
“Darling, I wouldn’t have a life if it weren’t for you,” Astarion states, “you helped me kill Cazador and break the cycle of ongoing abuse. You gave me life so I could live it and I want to live it with you. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with just being friends and holding back my feelings. I want to share my life with you.
“I know this may all seem very fast, but” Astarion grabs his pants off the ground and he feels his stomach turn as he pulls the box out of his pocket, “I know I love you- that’s probably the only thing I’ve ever been sure of in my entire 239 years of existence. I- I wanted to know if you would… marry me?”
Your lips are on his within seconds and the two of you become entangled in soft kisses until you have to pull back for air. You lean your forehead against his and meet his gaze.
“I love you so much, Astarion. Yes- yes I will marry you,” you say tearfully, “I want to share my life with you too.”
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