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st4rrth0ughts · 3 months

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using a gun during hate? sex with Aventurine. ♣️��

cw, tw: exhibitionism, gun play. the next few posts will be requests and drabbles from my drafts, stay patient, lovelies :3 edit: im the og sub aventurine writer?!?!

Aventurine is the man your supposed to have killed. One of his old clients had paid you a good sum to kill him. But it seemed that your lovely gambler had found out about it, so now, its just the two of you in his dimly lit office, his hips grinding your crotch teasingly as he whispers in you, his former bodyguard’s ear, how your unable to pull the trigger, how you don't have the guts to actually go through with it. Well, you may not have the intentions of shooting him, but you have no intention of letting him go without punishment.

He is still trying to tease you. Even when you have him against his desk, a gun to his neck, his back facing you, he still manages to turn around and gives you that infuriatingly smug smirk as his face is just ever so slightly flushed, letting away a chance for you to break his composure. Grab his pants and pull it down, your finger immediately finding his clit, inserting a finger roughly, watching the blond jerk in surprise as a moan escapes his lips, as you realise that he's leaking slick. Bastard, he's turned on by the fact that you were about to kill him? How pathetic.

While he's busy whimpering like a dog in heat at how your cool fingers slide in him, his movements getting more and more frantic as he tries to fuck himself back on your fingers, you shove the head of the gun into his mouth, muffling his grunts and whines as he sucks on the head of the gun, his mind already in a hazy state. He's is drooling around the head of the gun, his lilac eyes rolling back while he complains about you pulling your fingers out of him, and letting out a choked yelp when you shove your angry cock into him.

Press him against the desk, your cock hitting all the right spots in him, just like how it was before. The gambler's reduced to nothing but a drooling, moaning mess while he cums around you for the nth time, begging you to stop, trying to grab onto your hands. Slap his ass, whisper in his ear about how fucking slutty he looks, being fucked silly by the man who was going to assassinate him, all the while he's gripping the table or your wrists, sobbing as he feels you pound into his cervix. The door to his office was unlocked, as much as the possibility of his subordinates or some other poor person seeing a man of authority getting fucked stupid by his assassin both terrified and excited him, even if no one else knew who you really were. Not that it mattered, he still considered you his lover.

Press him against the office window, fucking him hard from behind as his wrists are pressed against the pane, his eyes rolling back as one leg is slung over your shoulder, the new angle letting you push even deeper in his slutty hole, sharp wails tumbling out of his mouth as he cums around your cock again, a ring of white forming around the base of your dick, cum dripping onto the carpet below the two of you. He's on display, even if it is the dead of the night, anyone could walk below the building, and they would have a full view of one of the IPC's strategic investment senior manager getting breeded by his own bodyguard. Well, at least to the others, you were his bodyguard. he couldn't get away from you, even if he wanted to.

He'll wail when your cum fills him up, tears dripping down his face as drool slips past his lips, body slumping forward as he goes limp, soft pleas of 'p-please… s' too m-much…'. Of course, you don't heed his begging, opting to lift his legs onto your shoulders and press him against the office door, he shrieks when you slam into him, his body spasming in pure ecstasy and pain as your thrusts sent jolts through his entire being. Maybe keeping you around wasn't such a bad decision.

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konigsblog · 4 months

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my thots on this post.

guns ‘n blowjobs...

simon riley who holds a gun on the back of your head while you're sucking him off.

his grunts are guttural and quiet as he gazes down at you, watching as you frantically suck him off sloppily, with drool and spit dripping from your chin. simon chuckles lowly, a cruel and taunting grin plastered on his face. “lower, baby. keep suckin’ me off... already got m‘finger on the trigger, don’t wanna see you’r guts.”

your eyes glisten with tears as you gag, forcing your head further down his shaft as he teases you, letting out soft cooes at the sight of you desperately trying to please him. “there’s m‘girl... there she is.” your lips become puffy, wrapped tightly around the base of his thick and veiny cock, mascara and tears covering your cheeks as you babble and mumble, crying gently through fear of not doing good enough for him.

the muzzle pressed against the back of your head is enough to send you spiralling, desperately trying to prove yourself as a good girl, that you can suck him off nicely. you gag loudly, forcing your lips fully down to his base, your nose pressed against his pubes. you cry weakly, shuddering and trembling as he presses the muzzle of the gun firmly against the back of your head.

“look so pretty on you’r knees, all f’me, yeah?” he cocks his head to the side, one large hand pushing your head down further, feeling the way he bulges out your throat. “cryin’ ‘nd slobberin’ all over you’rself...” he smacks the gun against your head, listening to your soft sniffles and weeps as he continues to grind his dick down your throat.

you bop your head slowly, holding his length by the base while you look up into his eyes obediently, seeing his dark eyes harden and narrow in on you behind the mask. he looks down at you with disgust, and some sort of sick and twisted desire; a used cumsleeve.

throwing his head back, his breathing becomes heavy and hot behind the skull balaclava, his orgasm rushing through him as he shoots ropes of his arousal all down your throat. he bucks his broad hips against your face, keeping your mouth down at the base, taking every drop of his pearly, milky, butter load.

he watches you pant heavily, eyes glistening and cheeks tearstained and glossy. his dick hangs low, balls heavy and still full. he presses the gun between your eyes, pushing you down onto your back and slowly dragging the muzzle of the gun down to your lips, forcing it into your mouth. your lips wrap around the muzzle of the gun, his finger nearing the trigger as he begins to rub his bulbous, hot shaft between your slit and clit, easing inside slowly while you cry and moan around the gun. your pleasured sounds become muffled, your eyes filled with delirium and ecsasty as he begins to fuck you restlessly.

one leg over his shoulder, allowing him to fuck deep into your slick and wet cunt. you rub your clit, your other hand gripping his gloved wrist, arousal dripping from your pussy as he continues to pound into you. each thrust has you moaning, with your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your cunny latching onto his thick, meaty cock. you look into his eyes; already cockdrunk, stupid off of his big dick. you're barely unable to mutter a coherent sentence out, moaning through pleasure at the feeling of his balls smacking against your ass.

your gummy, tight walls pulse around his shaft as he thrusts into you, driving his thick hips into yours. simon's wet, slick dick twitches and throbs deep inside your hole, your clit sensitive as you stimulate it with your fingers, desperately chasing that desired release that keeps you on edge. you become dizzy, arching your back as you suckle on the metal material, your drool dripping from the weapon as he teases you for getting off to this.

“such a filthy thing’, gettin’ off to this... huh? such a dumb slag, can’t even speak -- jus’ a moanin’, dumb mess.” each thrust has your body twitching and squirming, the sensation of your orgasm rupturing through you, causing you to squirt against his muscular, hairy abdomen, your juices coating his scarred skin. you pant, breathless as he doesn't stop for a second, still chasing his own release.

it doesn't take long for simon to be stuffing your swollen, puffy cunt full with his white, hot cum, droplets and fat globs of his load dripping out from your hole. your legs shake and tremble, lips puffy and cunt drooling, your body used and raw as simon takes a deep breath, admiring the mess he'd made of you.

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gh0vtzb1og · 11 days

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My girl. Kidnapper au / KONIG X FEM READER

Notes ; kidnapping, non con!!!, blindfolds, bondage, knife and gun play (I have this my all), rape threats, gags, threatening to inflict pain or death. Age gap (23-49), height gap bc my man is 6’11😭

This post was made for the beloved @konigsblog I’d definitely check out their stuff if your interested in dead dove. Their writing is spectacular and their very sweet :)

Konig loved you, he loved the way you slept in your bed naked, the way you’d always be so unaware of who was by you. He’s passed you so many times and you never did bat an eye at him. You never suspected he put cameras in your room, or that he jerked off to your panties, holding them right up to his face and stroking his big girthy cock.

He knew what he was doing, he knew he was gonna take you and use you how your intended to be used. He wanted to Breed you so bad, he couldn’t help but be a damn nerd over you, he knew what panties and bras you liked, he knew what porn you rubbed yourself best to, he knew everything about you.

He loved watching you in your home, he couldn’t wait for your ankles and wrists to be bound, your skin around it a reddish purple from trying to get away, each and every spot is rough and sore. It hurts like hell. Konig was so excited to see you sob and beg for mercy, beg for help and salvation. It would make him go feral, just seeing you with tears already gave him a massive boner.

Konig was standing outside your bedroom window, waiting for you to go to bed. Tonight was the night you’d disappear forever, he couldn’t contain his excitement, the Austrian bit his thumb, rolling his eyes back and groaning into his hand. Why couldn’t he contain himself? You were all he wanted and more, he was gonna breed your cunt tonight, like it or not.

You were laying in your bed, starting to doze off, not an ounce of paranoia filling you. You were in the safety of your own home, you shouldn’t feel endangered when you were all alone in your home! Konig peered through the window, his mask covering his face, just two eye holes to peer through. Konig lifted your window up, just enough to slip through.

His feet softly landed onto the floor of your room, his heels pivoting on the floor and moving next to your bed. This was it.. he was gonna take you and fufill his fantasy. He chewed on his lip, lifting you out of your bed and holding you close to his body.

Konig was gonna tie you up in his basement and rape you, so damn far away from anyone who’d help, maybe he’d bring over some friends aswell.

A ball gag was resting between your parted lips, your jaw was held open, saliva running down your mouth and onto your neck. Your eyes opened, trying to adjust to the dark damp basement. The ground was cold and it scraped you whenever you moved, ropes bound your ankles and wrists, the scratchy rope rubbing into your skin every time you struggled. Your body was bare and exposed, the room was so damn cold. Your boobs were hard mounds, perking with arousal whether you liked it or not.

Your cunt was freezing cold from being sopping wet, the floor below you was covered in some of your cum, wait why was there cum? Where were you even.

“Finally awake eh?” A thick German voice called out from a dark corner, you stare at him and let out a confused but scared cry. A cry for help even? Maybe this man would help you, he’d save you from this scary place.

The masked man emerged from the darkness, he had a pistol in his holster, a knife being toyed around in his hand. Your face got visibly pale, your eyes filled with fear. He liked that, it made his cock swell up.

“You seem awful scared? Why’s that honey, hm? Maybe I’ll just slit your pretty throat and watch your blood spill onto the floor?” He watched as you grew more mortified. You were such a sweet girl. Working in a coffee shop, taking some of your hot beverages to the homeless, you’d always help volunteer at the library, organizing books and cleaning shelves.

You were so so so sweet, but that’s what konig preyed upon, someone he could tear apart and break, something that would scream and cry when he touched them. He didn’t wanna fuck drugged up girls or sex dolls anymore. He wanted the real deal, his own little rape doll that’s gonna remember each and every time he uses her.

“einfache kleine Puppe. Ich werde dir nicht weh tun, es sei denn, du zwingst mich dazu.” He practically beamed mumbling those words, his accent slipping into one ear and running out the other. His words were putting you into a false sense of security. You didn’t know what they meant, you didnt know this man was gonna rape you once you got him worked up enough.

“My own deer in headlights..” he tsk’d. Grabbing your face and tilting it up to look at him, he pulled you out of a curled up position. Now your tits and cunt were on display, the cruel man’s eyes went immediately to your glistening cunt. You looked so desperate and deprived, in his eyes atleast. In his eyes you were begging for his cock, you were so pure, and so damn young, your body made him throb against his jeans.

Konig pulled out his pistol, shoving it against your head and undoing his pants. He was gonna finally touch you! He’s wanted so long to do this, so long to rub his thick meaty cock along your pussy. To feel your clit against his tip, to spread you apart and shove his cock deep inside you, he wanted to breed you so bad. He’s been itching to see you knocked up with his babies. Sure their daddy would be a deranged freak who keeps mommy locked away but it’s just what he has to do!

He’ll make mommy fall in love, he’ll fuck her so dumb she develops stockholm syndrome! She’ll melt and drool over his cock, never satisfied without it. He was such a nerd, practically bouncing in his spot while watching her, hopefully she’ll be bouncing too.

Konig spread your legs excitedly. His throbbing cock was so excited to be inside your gummy pussy! His cock looked like it was gonna spear your virgin walls open, he wanted to shove it inside you and never pull out, you’d look too good on his cock.

“Please stop sir please stop I don’t want this,” you cry out pathetically. Not able to convince him to not take advantage of your body here, he wasn’t gonna be gentle. He’d be gentle later when you were sobbing for him to love you, after all you wouldn’t be a virgin anymore. He’d convince you men don’t like whores, and he’d use you until you were one.

Konig pushed his tip into your tiny hole, a loud groan leaving his lips as he gaped your pussy. Feeling it stretching and trying it’s hardest to not tear. Your cunt held his tip tightly inside, konig let out a very pleased groan. Meanwhile you were in the middle of moanish screams. Your body was shaking from the fact konig was shoving deeper into you. You weren’t prepped for this, it was so unfair to loose your virginity in a damp dark basement like this.

You wanted better than what he was gonna do to you.

Possibly part 2 coming soon🙏🙏🙏

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lyxandria · 1 month

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Happiness is a Warm Gun - Boothill x f!Reader

word count: 1526 cw: nsfw- mdni; smut; sex with a cyborg; piv; multiple orgasms; gun play; restraints (tied to bed); punishment; missionary; overstimulation; size kink; begging; breeding kink; no protection used; talk of pregnancy; praise kink (reader referred to as "good girl"); female reader.

“Spread your legs a bit more for me.” His voice was sweet like honey as he coaxed your body into position. With your wrists tied to the bedposts, you were useless in helping him.

A cold, metallic hand roughly pried your thighs apart. Weak from his ongoing punishment, your legs easily bent to his will, granting him easier access to his treasure. In his hand was his gun, replacing the dildo he used earlier.

“I knew you could do it,” he praised, a devilish grin on his face as he watched you flinch from the cold metal of the gun as he teased your entrance with just the tip.

You struggled against your restraints as he began to push the barrel of the gun inside you. “Don't worry, darling,” he reassured, his robotic hand cupping your cheek. “It's not loaded,” a sadistic smile spread on his lips as he gazed at your pussy, slowly swallowing the entire barrel of the gun.

“I think,” he added, withdrawing the gun slowly, then slamming it back inside you. Plump lips parted, allowing soft, little moans to escape your throat each time he shoved the gun inside you. A thrill ran down your spine, your body squirming with adrenaline, the dangers of being fucked by Boothill a turn-on by now. Sex with him was never vanilla – but how vanilla could you really get when you were fucking a machine.

You glanced down, now two sets of eyes focused on how well your pussy was taking the gun's barrel. You watched, mesmerized, as Boothill slowly dragged the gun from your folds, its metallic barrel glistening with your juices, and then shoved it back inside you as hard as he could. Incoherent moans slipped from your lips as he began to ram the gun inside your already abused hole, the lewd, squelching sounds of sex filling the air.

The pleasure inside your core began to build and radiate. From a tiny bud, it had grown and was ready to blossom and spread itself throughout your body.

You were so close, almost there. And then –

it was ripped away, as if he knew how close you were. He stopped completely, leaving the gun buried inside your pussy. Your walls clenched, needy, squeezing the metal rod as you warmed the gun within your tight walls as if it was Boothill's cock.

“Please,” you begged when it became too much, and your body needed its release. Tears rolled down your cheeks that were promptly wiped away by metallic fingertips. “No more,” you begged, your voice a sad pathetic whimper, almost unfamiliar to your ears.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look now? Tears running down your cheeks, your hair a mess, your plush lips love bruised. You're a beautiful, pathetic mess. And I want to prolong this. Enjoy this fully. This is your punishment, but it's also my reward.” He dragged the gun out until just the tip remained inside. “Maybe you'll remember this next time you disobey me.” He rammed the gun roughly, a loud cry ripped from your throat as he buried it deep inside your cunt.

“There won't be a next time, will there?” Boothill asked, his tone stern as he placed his large, robotic hand as gently as he could on your torso, right where the outline of the gun created a bulge in your belly. Your scream was trapped in your throat, wanting to be heard, when he pushed down on your torso, the pressure pleasurably painful on your core. “Look how deep I am,” he marveled, forgetting momentarily the question he asked of you, proud of how well you took his gun. “I bet you wish this was me now, filling you. Breeding you with my seed” He watched your reaction; when he noticed your breathing got heavier and your hips bucked up to meet his hand holding the gun deep inside, he increased his pace, sending your body closer the edge knowing exact what was running through your head. With your climax near, he slid the toy in and out of your soaked slit, alternating between slow and fast, the squelching sounds loud in the otherwise quiet room.

“I'm not done teaching you your lesson,” he scolded, a sharp return to reality as he shoved the toy back inside you so rough the air in your lungs was forcibly pushed out in a loud gasp.

“When I ask you a question, you answer it, got it? Or did you already forget what led to your punishment already?” He continued to fuck you relentlessly with the gun, your pussy sore from his merciless movements.

Your body was weak, searching for a release that may never come, unable to speak even a single sound.

He continued to fuck your harder and harder, your lack of an answer spurring him on to go harder and faster. Pleasure was morphing into pain until the two were indistinguishable as he pinched your clit, an evil grin spread on his lips, enjoying watching your writhe and squirm, your body helpless and completely under his control.

“I asked you a question,” he reminded, his thrusts now erratic. “It won't happen again. Right?”

He pinched your nipples hard, so hard you yelped in pain, your fingers tugging uselessly against your restraints . Your sounds blended together into one long string of incoherent moans as your breasts bounced vigorously with each hard thrust.

“We will be here ‘till you learn your lesson.” He slowed his pace, teasing you, edging you. Denying you your needy release. Knowing he could keep this up all night, while you couldn’t certainly put you at a disadvantage.

“You're a cruel man,” you managed to spit out as he dragged the tip of the gun along your slit.

“Oh, so you can speak,” he laughed sardonically as he pushed the gun back inside, your body ready to give out from the never ending assault.

When it became too much, you begged him to stop. You pleaded. You cried. Anything to just make this torment end.

“I know you can come for me one more time. Just one more. Please?”

You felt so dirty naughty as you laid there, wrists tied to the bed, a gun shoved deep inside your pussy, shamefully accepting the brunt of your punishment.

You gave him what he wanted in exchange for what you wanted.

“No, I won't disobey you. Ever again.” He leaned down, your heads so close your foreheads to touch. And he kissed you as if he was sealing your promise, stealing you every breath, as he pushed the gun inside you, fucking you just right to send you finally over edge.

“That's my good girl,” he praised as you creamed all over the gun, having lost count how many times he brought you to climax that day.

He removed the gun by yanking its grip; your juices coating the already shiny metal, dripping down the barrel of the gun.

You felt yourself drifting, blissfully into the darkness, your body filled with an immense pleasure that brought you greater happiness.

A cold hand slapped your cheek, so hard your skin stung. Too cockdrunk to react, you simply opened your eyes, gazing into his, your burning desire reflected in his.

“Not yet,” he demanded. “Your punishment is not over yet.” His hips rocked against yours, thrusting his cock – that was larger than any toy that had been in your cunt today – into your stretched pussy in one hard thrust, rewarding him with a symphony of moans and sighs for his brutality.

“Still so tight,” he grunted as he bottomed out. He gazed down to where your bodies were joined; there was something so deeply erotic that it was rapturous to see your bodies become one.

He wasted no time, not waiting for you to adjust to his large size before pounding your pussy.

“...so tight, ahhhh…. you feel so good. I think you have a few more left in you,” he chanted, his balls smacking your ass with each thrust, disregarding his earlier promise to you. “I know you do.”

His thrusts were brutal, bullying your sore pussy until the pleasure was laced with pain.

You screamed out his name, over and over, his name the only word on your lips, spurring him on to only fuck you harder. “Ya like that, don't ya. Such a naughty girl.” His words were like poison as he mercilessly slammed into you, rearranging your insides.

Unable to speak, your walls clamped onto the metal cock drilling into you like you were a machine. His cyborg body, more metal than human now, showed no signs of relenting.

Ready to succumb to the painful pleasure inflicted upon your body, your eyes began to drift closed, searching for the darkness, needing a reprieve, even a temporary one.

A cold hand stroked your cheek gently, its metallic fingers wrapping around your neck, thumb applying just enough pressure to your pulse point to submerge you into unconsciousness.

“That’s it, princess. Rest now,” he said as you came on his cock, “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

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beskarandblasters · 4 days

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A Twisted Fantasy

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Cooper Howard Masterlist

Summary: You masturbate while thinking about your encounter with the Ghoul.

Word count: 750

Warnings: reader refers to him as the Ghoul, reader is able-bodied, Cooper might be a little OOC but fuck it we ball, masturbation, allusions to smut, pet names (sweetheart), light canon typical violence, no use of y/n

Late at night, under the cover of the trees and the night sky, you think about him– the Ghoul.

You don’t know his name. But you don’t need to. All you know is that ever since you saw him weeks ago, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. It’s an unfortunate chain of events. You had pissed off the wrong crowd in Filly, owing them bottle caps you most definitely didn’t have.

And for that, a bounty was placed on your head. That’s when the Ghoul came into your life. But only for a fleeting moment.

You were walking the streets after dark, already a bad idea. A hand enclosed around your wrist as you were dragged into a dark alley, followed by the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of your head.

“It’ll all be over real soon, sweetheart. Be a lot easier if you didn’t resist either.”

“Please no-” you started to beg.

“I’ll have you know.. they didn’t care if you were brought in dead or alive.”

“Sir, please. I don’t have any bottle caps. I can’t-”

He spun you around you were facing him. His appearance didn’t scare you. You had encountered Ghouls before. But he was different.

He had a voice so sultry it made you melt, knees buckling underneath you. The brim of his hat hung low, covering his eyes. You were backed up against a wall, cool metal chilling your burning skin. A weird mixture of fear for what’s come and arousal coursed through your body. His gun moved to your temple while his other hand pinned your hands above your head. Fuck.

Tears welled up on your lash line, threatening to spill over. It wasn’t long before they finally rolled down your cheeks in an unstoppable flow.

“Please, sir. I don’t have anything.”

“Nothin’?” he asked, his eyes finally meeting yours as he cocked his head to the side.

You shook your head no, crying harder at the feeling of his gun against your head.

He looked conflicted, eyes betraying the words he was saying.

“Look, sweetheart… A job’s a job.”

You cried and stuck out your lip, hoping and praying for a shred of mercy. You’re a crying, pathetic mess and maybe he’ll sense that. He sighed and cursed under his breath, looking away from you and at the ground instead.

“I suppose I could say you ran off… That I need to track you down again…”

“Really?” you asked, your face lighting up.

“Maybe but only if you do exactly as I say.”

“Anything,” you nodded as he lowered his gun.

“Run as far as you can away from here,” he said, letting go of your hands.

You waited for further instructions but he shouted, “I said run!” shooing you off. “Unless you want me to change my mind.”

“No, sir!” you squeaked, running as fast as you could out of Filly.

You were thankful he spared your life but for some reason, you couldn’t get him out of your head. You replayed every time he called you sweetheart in your mind. It didn’t help that he looked just like a fucking cowboy, accent and all.

And now here you are, fingers deep in your cunt, thinking about the Ghoul. You wish he were here right now, watching you please yourself. Or better yet… you wish he were making you feel good instead.

You imagine he’d talk you through it, praising you for being such a good girl, telling you how good you take his fingers or his cock. You think about his pleasure and how long it’s probably been since he felt any. You’d take care of that for him, making him curse under his breath like he did that one night in the alley. You’d do anything he wanted if it meant he’d call you sweetheart again.

God, how twisted is this? You’re fantasizing about a mutant who had the power to take your life right there and then. But that adds to the allure, to the fantasy. You’d pretend to be his bounty any day of the week, letting him whisper in your ear as he fills you up.

Before you know it, you cum around your fingers. Waves of pleasure rush through your body as you bite your lip to muffle your moans. The disappointment of the situation settling in now. The Ghoul’s not here and you’re alone. You roll over and sigh, silently hoping that maybe, just maybe, you’ll cross paths again one day.

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics

Dividers: @saradika-graphics

Part two

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diejager · 6 days

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may i ask stalker!simon taking advantage of his sweetheart with a gun? 👀

Stalker!Simon, hmmmmm :)

Surprise Visit

Pairing: Stalker!Ghost x reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, stalking, gun, obsession, rough oral sex, blowjob, face fucking, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1k

You’ve walked this path multiple times, every night and every morning, over and over again. You knew this path like the palm of your hand, having taken it all your life. Granted, you had changed street from time to time for a change of normalcy, but it was always the same block or side of the city you took to get to and fro work and home. You were comfortable with your little life, slightly bored by how inactive you were, but you wouldn’t trade it for any kind of trouble.

So it was a surprise - was it truly? You’d grown so comfortable that you stopped keeping your guard up - when you were toughly pushed into your apartment the moment your locked clicked open. You tumbled in, eyes widened and ready to scream out for help, when the man covered your mouth, pressing his weight on yours. You shook, fearfully breathing through your nose as the door closed behind you, your only escape blocked by a heavy mass over you, hand clamped around your cheeks and holding you down.

You hear him shush you, a deep, baritone voice that cooed at your teary eyes, his small praises at your frightful expression. His words dripped with adoration, a sickly and dark affection that made your skin crawl. You should have looked before opening your door. You should have been more caution in a world where both men and women prowled to attack one another, those disgusting and desperate ones that would do anything to get a taste. If he wanted money, you’d give it all to him, you valued your life more than—

“Stay quiet for me, love, ” he rasped, his hot breath hitting your ear, feeling your side before he slipped a hand under his jacket, “Behave, yeah?”

He pulled a gun, the dreadful click of the safety acting as a warning to you, a deterrent to stop you from acting out —from misbehaving. He cocked his gun rather than repeating his words and you nodded hastily, or as best as you could with his bruising grip on your face. He turned you around and peered down at you from his crooked nose, his dark chocolate eyes seemed almost black, a devouring pit that drew your eyes to his. Gun pointed at your head, he motioned you to your knees, kneeling between his spread legs, running his other hand through your mess of locks.

“Good girl, ” he groaned, pulling you to face his growing bulge, his cock tenting the seams of his pants. He ground against your lips, rutting your face with low huffs and pants, hissing when your nose nudged it, “Pull my cock out.”

You swallowed down your hesitance when you caught the red gleam in his eyes, shaky hands palming his jeans for the zipper, pulling his pants down his hips and watched the wet patch growing on his grey briefs. He grunted at your slow pace, impatiently pressing the muzzle to your temple and only loosening his hold on your hair when he cock bounced out, the heaviness of it making his length hang between his thighs.

“Suck.”

Having no choice, you licked your dried lips to ease your anxiety, wrapping them around his leaky tip and running your tongue over his slit, tasting the salty tang of his pre. Your stomach rolled in disgust, the threat of food and stomach acid running up your throat screaming louder in your mind. Willing yourself to finish this quickly, hoping he’d leave after you gave… gave him a blowjob, you sunk further down his length. Staring up at his masked face, locked between his legs with his skull-painted mask and dangerous eyes.

He was thick and veiny, the burn of it’s throb churning your stomach as you took in more and more until you almost choked. He huffed at your inability to take more than half of him, narrowing his eyes at the tears running down your cheeks when he abruptly thrust down your throat, head thrown back at your choke, throat swallowing around his twitching head.

“Fuck, ” a low moan slipped from his tongue, his hips moving back and forth, taking in your desperate cries and gagging while he took from you, “Always knew you had a hot mouth. Bloody tight.”

You could hardly breathe with the rough drive of his hips, ramming his cock so deeply that you could taste him on the back of your throat and in your guts. You could fight and struggle, but wouldn’t be able to stop him, to escape his treatment or run away when he had a hard grip on your head, a gun in his hand and blocked the door. All you could do was cry and take it, appease him in hopes that he wouldn’t kill you if he was satisfied.

And it seemed he was, taking such a liking to your tear-streaked face, swollen lips wrapped around the girth of his cock and nose buried in his messy bush while he took and took, bartering your throat until it’d bruised. He came down your throats with a few more thrusts, staring you down his nose while he slipped as deep as he could. You choked on his heady cum, roped spurting from the tip and filled your stomach with an uncomfortable amount, it was hot and bitter, and there were so, so much that it spilled from your lips, dripping down your chin and staining jeans.

You gasped when he pulled out, somewhat happy that you had swallowed his cum. You cough and sputtered, folded at his feet as you sobbed, babbling pleas to be let off now that you’d fulfilled his sick fantasy. He only crouched down, running his hands through your hair like he wanted to comfort you, tenderly petting you for the favour you did.

“You did good, love, ” he praised, a chuckle rumbling off his shoulder, proud and gleeful. He even put his gun away, “This stays between us, understood? You can keep our little secret, yeah, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes, ” you rasped, signing your soul away to the devil in a balaclava.

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beeeeandpuppycat · 2 months

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MATING

Readers in heat! And of course. the one person poor ol' them couldn't trust wants to help♡

Paring Valentino X bunny reader in heat

Warnings :

Valentino being the 2 sided bitch he is(of course)

Reader being lied to (cause she's favoured. Lucky you!)

Heavy smut cause its Valentino ?/ kinky type shit

Valentino (he's his own warning fr)

Not edited! Minors are responsible for what they choose to read.

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You were always quite the naive thing weren't you? Trusting a stranger with a gun cause it was the only choice you had left to get off the streets. And somehow. That struck the tinest dagger in vals heart. And he didn't want to scare you. You always trusted him when whenever some flirted with you. they would magically go missing. (Just a lil but possessive of his favourite bunny slut) how everyone else that worked for him always had bruises that he always said was from accidents. And yet you were treated like a delicate feather.

Being embarrassed for this situation. Of when your hair wasnup- your tits hard . And unbelievable need in your abdomen. Your small cotton tail twitching at any movement and tho you had big ol' Valentino to come help . Poor tears formed at your eyes as you were locked in your room. Your poor hips desperately rutting into the soft silk pillow you owned . Your bunny ears bouncing at each thrust of you trying to get even a hint of pleasure. D:

Soon Valentino was walking around trying to find his lovely bun bun 《3 only to be met with the familiar sound of his lil bunnies squeaking

Eyes widened at the fact your door was locked for the first time. Soon enough quickly opened with a little help of vox. A grin widening at the sad sight of you . While you looked up . Your lil bunny nose sniffling with your doe eyes tearing up with fat tears

"Oh dear.. my poor pathetic princess.. didn't think to tell daddy ,hm?"

Small whimpers escaped your lips at his sharp nails digging into your chin rather harshly . Your plush lips forced open when he slammed his own into yours. A hiss escaping his lips at your saliva being almost disgustingly sweet for hell . Seating you up on his lap as sharp nails ran through your fluffy hair. Landing individual kisses on your lips as a digit entered your slick folds. Honey covering his finger as you immediately starting to rut into it. Thrusting as quickly as your small body could manage. A tut coming out of vals lips watching his favourite cutie become a slut for his fingers . Your thighs trembling with the near sight of your orgasmn, only for his fingers to slyly move out leaving you feeling empty and cold :(

A small chuckle coming out of Valentino to see tears forming at your already wet face. Your fluffy ol' paws desperately trying to grasp on to him- sharp small nails came out as you tightly grasp on him tugging him forward as his swollen mushroom tip was quick to thrust into your abused cunt D: small whimpers and squeaks escaping swollen lips . Drooling at the feeling of your hips banging into his every second. Breast bouncing up and down at his sharp nails grasping and squeezing on them. Getting dazed at the pleasure . While he blowed out pink smoke from a cig. The pink fog coming out . Lazingly wrapping round your throat to tug you forward. Making no yelp of pain due to bring too dazed to even realise, being fucked dumb as his hips smashed up against your cunt. The bed bouncing so hard you swear to god it was gonna smash through the floor. The pink smoke barely opening your mouth for him to spit into . Which you happily swallowed. Your thighs starting to tremble at the endearing sight of meets end approaching. Eyes rolling back to your skull. Blurping out nothing but "DADDY" over and over again as your orgasmn crashed through, sticky honey covering vals cock as he loaded his cum into your womb crying out at the warm liquid making you feel so full and loved, immediately as he pulled out you fell back- valentink quickly catching you , pushing your head lovingly against his chest as he landed a small, kiss on your head, it's fine, he just got some dumb whores to come clean you up before placed back down on his grasp. You weren't gonna be alone for this..

Grrr, Should I write about alastor being in heat?

#valentino smut #bunny #bunny reader #hazbin hotel #smut #valentino #bunny in heat #hazbin hotel smut #Spotify

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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Night Drive

Summary: Your reunion with Rooster gets interrupted by Hangman.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x F!Reader x Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Word Count: 867

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Semi public oral sex (m receiving), discussions of threesome, cum swapping and dirty talk.

A/N: Thank you @whatblogisthis216 @therebeccaw and @wildbornsiren for looking this over. I have been away for a while and had anxious moment about my writing skills. Thanks guys!

Please reblog or comment if you enjoyed! Your support keeps me writing.

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It’s dark on the beach, the stars above bright and beautiful with the ocean waves crashing against the shore, but you don’t see or hear any of that. Your face is pressed firmly against Rooster’s hard, tanned stomach and his soft grunts fill your ears.

“Fuck,” he sighs, hands on the back of your head keeping you in place.

You moan in response, trying to breathe around his thick length as you suck on his cock. Giving him a blow job in the front seat of his bronco isn’t the brightest idea, but you’re parked in a quiet and secluded spot. Here Rooster can be as loud as he wants and there’s no danger of someone overhearing the wet, sloppy sounds you’re making.

God, you’ve missed him. He’s been gone on a mission for weeks and the familiar taste of his skin and cum are enough to have you wet and achy.

“Couldn’t wait to get home, huh?” A voice asks, startling you both.

It’s Hangman, his southern drawl unmistakable. If you weren’t so preoccupied with swallowing all of Rooster, you might have told him to fuck off. You ignore him, bobbing your head.

“Like you’d deny her,” Rooster retorts, panting, squeezing and rubbing the back of your neck.

You can see Hangman’s feet shuffle closer and he whistles, bending down until his face is level with yours. He drags his fingertips along the curve of your jaw.

“Can’t blame you, Rooster. She looks real pretty like this with those tears and that eager little tongue.”

You can tell your boyfriend is getting ready for a quippy retort so you hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue. He swears, groaning deeply. Hangman’s eyes are still on you and it emboldens you. The hand on your head twitches and you continue to work Rooster over, more enthusiastically than before. Just when you feel his heavy balls draw up against your lips you pull off him.

Sitting up with a smile, you ignore the wrecked sound Rooster makes in response. His thigh trembles below the hand you rest there, letting you know just how needy he is. “Sweetheart,” he whines, trying to guide you back to his cock.

“This isn’t a free show. It’s going to cost you,” you tell Hangman, ignoring your boyfriend.

“Oh darlin, you know I’m good for it,” he boasts, using his thumb to wipe the spit on your mouth. He maintains eye contact as he slowly licks his finger clean. The skin around his eyes crinkle and he gives you a smug look.

“What did you have in mind?” You ask him, dropping your hand to Rooster’s lap to lazily stroke him. His desperate little grunt has you slowing your motion, teasing him further. Hangman’s gaze follows the movement, seemingly entranced.

“Paris is nice this time of year,” he says finally, grinning when Rooster bucks into your hand.

“Here?” you ask, doubtfully.

“No, at home,” Hangman tells you. “Unlike Rooster, I don’t like people looking at what’s mine.”

You roll your eyes, but shake his offered hand. Like you were going to say no to a night between your favorite men.

“Great. We have a deal. Now shut the fuck up,” Rooster dismisses, grasping the back of your neck to draw you back down to his aching cock. “Can’t you see the lady’s busy?”

You start again by teasing the head of his cock, tonguing at his slit while you twist his length in your hand. He’s achingly close and normally you’d let him come down your throat but tonight you have something else in mind. You keep just the tip between your lips, sucking and teasing him until he lifts his hips and fills your mouth with his hot, salty spend. You swallow some, savoring the taste and moaning deeply. Then you rise up on your knees and beckon Hangman closer.

He seems aware of your plan, licking his lips before kissing you deeply. You open your mouth to share Rooster’s taste with him, loving how your tongues tangle together, and Hangman swallows without hesitation. He rubs your arms and continues to kiss you until air becomes necessary and you pull away.

“Well shit, honey,” he begins, reaching down to adjust himself. “That was fucking something. I think you sucked Rooster’s brains out.”

You glance down at your boyfriend who looks absolutely spent. He’s panting heavily, his cheeks flushed. His cock is still half hard, shiny from your spit and his cum. He groans when you swipe your thumb over his head to gather whatever your mouth missed. One eye snaps open to watch you lick your finger clean.

“Fuck,” he mutters, laying his head back.

“If you’re not up for it Bradshaw, I can handle her all on my own,” Hangman taunts.

“Fuck off,” your boyfriend grumbles. “Give me two minutes and I’m good to go.”

“You better be,” you warn him, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. “I was promised quite the trip and we both know Hangman can’t get me there on his own.”

"Better watch that smart mouth," Hangman warns.

"Make me," you shoot back, grinning.

“You two are going to kill me,” Rooster sighs.

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saintels · 1 year

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Abby rough fucking and degrading her cute lil gf who doesn't know how to fight or defend herself. Only adding in bits of praise as she calls her a slut and useless whore watching the tears roll down her face as she shoves her strap down readers throat and fucks it real good bc reader almost got herself killed 🤭

woah hey there anon. damn- I could probably write a full fic about this in the future for sure but for now, here’s this <3

abby x f! reader | warnings: mean! abby, degradation, choking/gagging, use of “whore” “cunt(pussy)” “bunny”

her coos are taunting as her hand comes down to pet over your damp, rain-soaked hair. your nose grazes the skin of her pelvis, just above where the tough harness of her strap-on sits on her toned hips.

your hands squeeze the thick, tight muscles of her thighs as you try your best to breath steadily through your nose; mouth stuffed with the thick, black silicone of abby’s strap-on.

“that’s it,” abby drawls, her voice mocking the praise she usually gives you as she holds your jaw in place.

abby grows wet at the sight of the bulge in your throat that her cock creates, “look so good with my cock down your throat, baby.”

she holds your hair at the back of your head as she thrusts unkindly into the closing walls of your tight throat, revelling in the way tears drip down your cheeks as you look up at her through wet, dark lashes.

“you wanna go out there and act stupid? running around weildin’ a gun like you know what you’re doin’? you think it’s fun for me to watch that? almost got your pretty little self killed again, baby.”

she stops thrusting to grip your jaw tightly, “you wanna act dumb? I’ll treat ya’ like you’re fuckin’ dumb, girl.”

she notices the way your body reacts to her cruel words, eyes crossing as they flutter shut and your hips rutting to hump over absolutely nothing.

“look at you,” she jeers with a mocking smirk on her usually-pouty lips, “humping the air like a little bunny in heat. you enjoy being treated like the dumb little whore you are?”.

the sounds of your gurgled gagging on her strap has her groaning before she pulls entirely out of your mouth.

spit glistens on your swollen lips, saliva smeared around your mouth and dripping down your chin as well as on her strap.

she pulls you up to meet her, face to face, hand wrapped loosely around your neck just under the supple skin of your jaw.

“you okay?”

you nod, leaning forward as she places a cherished kiss to your lips.

“mm’ sorry, abby,” you murmur against her lips, leaning up in an attempt to reconnect your kiss.

“that’s cute, bunny,” she smiles mockingly and your face falls as you notice the familiar expression. one you’ve seen before. oh, you were in trouble. “but i don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. i don’t think we’re done until you’ve had this pussy fucked like the silly little whore you are, wouldn’t you agree, bun?”.

a whine leaves your lips and then you’re thrown back on the bed again. note to self; next time, maybe don’t try to be the hero.

#i need mean! abby so bad omfgggg #┆ 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊’𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚘𝚡.#anon. ᥫ᭡#┆ 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐬 #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #smut #the last of us #part ii #part 2 #tlou #abby tlou ii #x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #the last of us ii #lesbian #br:abbyanderson

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dtrghost · 11 months

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closeness and proximity part.4

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: inaccurate military language and sequences, mega angst, allusions to mental illness (reader has sociopathic tendencies) you get the gist. violence, death (not simon or the mc), sad ghosty because yes. This is gonna be a longer one I think, lot's of gore, lots of torture, be wary of that, not for the faint hearted. Guys, DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE GORE, PLEASE. Also, reminder that again, mc is not a good person, not at all, she's devoted to her job and will do ANYTHING to succeed, keep that in mind. Hey you get to see simon close to tears!!!

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT:

word count: 3.5k

She awoke with a scowl, the vomit from last night leaving a vile taste on her tongue. She brushed her teeth, gargled mouth wash, and opted to skip out on breakfast.

As if her stomach could handle that after last night.

She hated herself for letting her teammate see her so weak, even going so far as to cry in front of him and confess feelings she couldn't comprehend herself. But now wasn't the time to dwell, she had a mission, and to carry it out she resorted to autopilot, her best friend for years.

Simon opened his eyes to the sound of her getting ready, the cocks of her gun as she checked it twice over to ensure nothing would go wrong when she needed it.

"Mornin' sunshine." He grunted out, his voice deep and raspy with sleep as he sluggishly stood up.

"Ghost." His eyes flickered to her, and the woman he knew was back. The cold, guarded version of her he'd managed to break through the night before had returned. He didn't press, knowing how important it was to get the job done right. He got ready himself as she stood by the cracked open door waiting for him patiently. He noticed how she kept her eyes cemented to the floor, not moving, rarely blinking, because if she looked at him, and he stared back with something that wasn't the look of a lieutenant or a soldier, she'd crack.

And she couldn't let that happen. Not now anyway.

Her ears tuned in to the sound of loud thuds hitting the floor. Her eyes flickered to the smoke entering the room shouts ringing out from another part of the house. She got a small whiff of the smell.

HCN, H2S, and PH3.

Knockdown gas.

They made eye contact, rushing to her bag and pulling out a gas mask, Simon following silently. The gas flooded the room, Y/N pressing her ear to the door, hearing nothing but silence in return. She waited for a moment before cracking open the door and taking a peek out, seeing the hallway flooded with the same smoke but no bodies.

"Couples hours before breakfast, most of em were still asleep." Simon told her quietly.

The one time these bloody fuckers decide to sleep in.

They made their way to the end of the hallway, checking the rooms along the way to see that they were empty. She looked around the corner, finding those very bodies on the floor, blood surrounding them as they trailed to the hallway on the other side of the kitchen. Her hand came up, halting him as she crouched down, pushing a metal ball from the back of her vest and into her palm.

"What's that?" He pressed, never having seen a device like that before.

"It's connected to my coms that picks up audio. Prototype from headquarters." His eyebrows shot up in surprise as she rolled it to the other hallway, and with a tap of her earpiece she could hear quiet voices from the other half of the house.

Clear. Alpha 0-5 move to the other side. Omega team will clear upstairs.

She took out her suppressed pistol instead, listening to the near silent thuds of footsteps going up the stairs.

"They're gonna come this way. I take them out, then we move to the front door."

"Copy that." She watched as two soldiers appeared from the other hallway. With two bullets to the head, one for each, she reloaded and approached the front door silently, taking a moment to grab her eavesdropper (what she calls it anyway) and move back to Simon. Gunshots rang out upstairs, Simon quick to grab her arm before she could clear the front for an exit.

"What about the rest of em?" He hated, no. Loathed, leaving teammates behind when he could do something to help. She stopped, sighing deeply. She had to make a choice, save the two of them, or risking the death of everyone trying to save the rest.

"They're out. By the time we get up there they'll be dead and we'll have to face the firing squad." She argued, disagreeing with the idea to play search and rescue.

"You don't know that." He shot back, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I'm not risking our lives. We have a mission to complete, and we can't do that if we have a bullet in our brains." They were both growing irritated. He thought she was being selfish for not wanting to even try to help her squad. She found him idiotic for not seeing that there wasn't a chance that they'd pull anyone out alive.

"I'm not leaving until we try." And he knew she wasn't leaving him on his own, she cared too much. He didn't mind using her feelings for him for his own gain in the moment. Right now he cared about his team, and when he moved to clear the house, she begrudgingly followed. They checked every body they came across for a pulse, finding none for the first few. It pissed her off in a variety of ways, the fact she was right and he wasn't letting up, and the fact that she didn't hear it sooner.

She blamed her herself. If she hadn't let herself deteriorate, she would've heard them come, she could've saved them. But she didn't, and she'd now have to remind herself of that every day for the rest of her life.

She moved to the front of him, taking initiative and peaking around the hallway. The gas had since cleared by the windows they opened, the traces left not being enough to knock anyone else out.

"Clear!" Ghost's heart sank. She was right. He heard her exhale slowly, her anger peaking as she waited for them all the walk out of the rooms and putting a bullet in their heads. All but two. She shot their hands, then their legs, moving through the hallway and yanking them both off the floor with one arm each.

"Sun-"

"Shut it Ghost. How the hell did you find us." He had never seen her so angry. Her tone was spiteful and full of hatred as she threw one his direction and directing her rage to the bigger guy.

"Fuck you." The man replied, smirking at her tauntingly. It was silent for a beat, and it would only get worse.

"Alright." With a quick movement his face smashed into her knee, letting his body drop as she began searching rooms with an order for Simon to keep an eye on them. She found rope, feeling the heaviness of it as she threw it on her shoulder and came back out.

"You can watch this time if you want. Maybe you can learn a few things." She grabbed the man by his vest and dragged him into the nearest room, Simon taking the other one with him.

"Put him in the chair and tie him up." She tossed some rope to him before tying her guy down to the bed. The chair the other one sat in was facing the bed, and there was this awful feeling that he couldn't shake. Everything told him to step outside, to not watch what she was going to do to them, but his need to know what she was truly capable of was just that much stronger.

"Kinky. I like it." He teased, though the sweat sliding down his temple was evidence enough that he was scared. She didn't reply, grabbing a knife, taking off her gear, and rolling up her sleeves.

"Call for evac." She ordered, waiting for him to finish with it before sitting next to him.

"Let's get started. How did you find us."

"I had a nice cup of tea with your mother before she-" He cried out in pain, squirming as she pressed her knife into his abdomen and cut a line down the middle. The ropes were too tight, too thick for him to rip off as he desperately pulled at them.

"This is how it's gonna work. Wrong answer, one organ he-" She jabbed her finger towards the guy sitting in the chair who had just been shouting at her to stop.

"Has to eat." Everyone's eyes blew out of the sockets at her words. She couldn't be serious, she was bluffing... right?

"You're full of shit." She snickered, burying the blade in his thigh, her eyes boring into his own.

"You just murdered my team. I promise you, the last thing I value this morning is morality. So, tell me what I want to know, or shit's gonna get ugly."

"Sunshine-" Simon's words never left the tip of his tongue. The glare that faced him was enough to cause him to step back and keep his mouth shut. He didn't move, didn't try to stop her.

"Let's continue shall we. How did you know that we were here."

"Go to hell-" She dug her knife back into him, and Ghost watched in fear as she cut out his spleen. No amount of hatred for the man was enough to get him to watch the process, he kept his eyes cemented to the floor, attempting to tune out his wails and cries. He watched her turn to the man in the chair who stared at her in terror as she held the bloody organ in her hands.

His hand grabbed her wrist.

"That's enough. We'll find a different-" Before he could finish she slammed his against the wall, her arm pressing hard against his trachea as the knife pointed inward to his jugular.

"Stay. Out. of my way. That's an order lieutenant." It was a reminder that she had operational command. She took notice of the betrayal, releasing him with a push against the wall. This is what she was, a monster, and part of her was glad he likely realized that by now so he'd stop trying. She didn't deserve his help, and it was better he put his time towards someone more worthy than someone like her. With one last look at him, she turned back to her victim.

"So, would you prefer i cut it into pieces for you? Or do you wanna be a champ and chew it yourself." Simon's stomach lurched, and it took everything in him not to leave the room, or to spill his dinner from the night before onto the floor.

"You should be thanking me, you're getting the breakfast my team didn't." The man from the bed sobbed and watched her cut a piece off, a second away from forcing it down his teammates throat before he broke.

"Alright I'll tell you!" He yelled, listening to her 'tch' and turn back to him, tossing his organ off to the side. She sat next to him on the bed, her eyes piercing into his soul.

"If you lie to me. I'll go for your dick next, and your buddy won't be the one eating it." The sheer horror in his eyes almost made her laugh, flipping the knife in her hands as she looked at him expectingly. Turns out he was a mole, hidden inside the operation and feeding intel back to his home country's base with the promise of a perfect life for himself, where he could live in a luxury that even some of the richest people couldn't buy.

She could understand if it were to save someone he loved, she might've spared him if that were the case. But for wealth, for greed, he was willing to murder, and she couldn't stand for that.

"He told you what you wanted to know!" The other man cried, watching as the life in his friend's eyes faded, the metal sinking into his heart.

"I'm doing you a favor. People like him, who trade lives for material wealth, are never good to keep around." She shrugged, pulling the knife out and leaving him there before moving back to him.

"Anything else you think I need to know? You're gonna die anyway." Her unbothered attitude made Ghost question whether she had feelings at all.

Was the person he met last night real? Was it a lie, a facade for some underlying goal he didn't know?

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The man sobbed, still struggling against his restraints in a feeble attempt to escape the inevitable. Her hand landed on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze in false comfort.

"People like your buddy. Ever heard of the Тюлень project." His eyes met hers and she snickered at his confusion.

"It means seal in Russian. They'd kidnap elite soldiers, most happening to be navy seals to brainwash them and sell them to ally countries through an underground black market system. Now a number of things occurred during the process." She rose back up, twisting the knife in her hands as she thought back to that time with a smile that held nothing behind it.

"But I think the most memorable part was when they'd castrate the men and sterilize the women. No meds either, awake for the whole thing." Simon's head snapped up to her, both of them in shock and terror.

"ECT was one thing, but god that was a whole other experience. But the wounds healed up nicely so I guess I can't complain." The humor behind her words fell on deaf ears. They couldn't tell if they should've felt sympathy or fear.

"Well whatever. I'll put you out of your misery now." She pulled out her pistol and within a second he was dead, the both watching as his body went slack and his head fell forward.

"Evac should be arriving soon-"

"Is it true?" He interrupted, staring at her.

"No I lied to the poor guy about getting my organs ripped out so he'd pass on peacefully. Of course it's fucking true."

"Watch the fuckin' attitude Y/N."

"What the hell is your problem now. Someone shove a stick up your ass when I wasn't looking." The next thing she knew she was slammed against the wall, suddenly the one in front the knife as it pressed against her neck, just as she did to him before. She took his emotions in, seeing his rage, the hurt from her treachery. She strained to adjust her neck to a more comfortable position, smirking up at him. She felt the sharpness of the blade dig into her skin a bit, the warm crimson dripping down her neck as she flashed her jugular to him.

"Do it Simon. I won't stop you. I can see the dying urge somewhere in there." The hairs on the back of his neck stood tall. She was right, a part of him wanted to. The part that felt threatened by her previous actions, that didn't trust her for a second as she flipped from person to person, cold and warm in fleeting moments. She watched him lower his knife, getting in her face, their noses almost touching through their masks.

"You're a sick, selfish bastard. You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself, you kill for yourself, you hurt everyone you meet. And I don't want something like that on my team."

Something. Not someone. She wasn't even a person to him now.

"You'll be off Task Force 141 by the morning, you hear me?" She swallowed thickly, nodding, only for his arm to push farther into her throat causing her to choke.

"Words soldier." He spat, the anger gleaming in his eyes. He could see the small traces of hurt and guilt in her eyes. But she knew it was only a matter of time, She was unlovable, and she was foolish to think she could have something she wanted.

"I'll be off Task Force 141 in the morning. I'll call HQ myself." She forced out. He searched her gaze for falsehood before reluctantly releasing her, facing away as she gasped for air, hunching over and taking deep breaths. She couldn't deny his strength, and it was evident with her short coughing fit.

They were silent as she put back on her gear, and he knew that was the last time he'd ever see Y/N, the woman he met last night, likely forever. He watched as she picked up her gun, her eyes empty and nonchalant.

"We need to head to the landing zone. You ready?" She kept a light tone that surprised him a bit. With a curt nod she approached the door, only for it to be kicked in as she jumped back in shock. The uniforms matched the ones from the men she killed, so she began taking shots, Simon following. But as more filed in, they quickly lost, both of them ending up on the floor with knees on their backs, their hands being tied up.

They were forced to comply, being pushed and shoved to a helicopter waiting outside for them. They had been gagged and stripped of their gear, sitting on the hard floor with guns pointing at them. Ghost tried to meet her eyes, nudging her foot to look at him for a silent meeting to make a plan, until the barrel pointing at him was suddenly digging into his skull, ordering him to stop in Russian.

Then they began to shout, people standing with their guns up and ready as the radar with the control up front beeped, a red blinker appearing to be approaching them from the back.

Evac followed.

The helicopter door opened with a machine gun pointing at them, only for them to scream as she kicked their knee in, sending them out of the chopper. The duo couldn't speak, but a silent confirmation was given as they got themselves up, fighting with their hands behind their back as the evac helicopter appear just below them. With the door still open she made eye contact with Price, her head gesturing down.

The aircraft lowered enough for them to jump in, and she went back to help out Ghost who she pushed in front of her before two men looped their arms around her. She spit out her gag after leaning over with them and trying to shake them off with vigor, but she wasn't strong enough, not after the several blows her body had already taken.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" Simon yelled out, having gotten the gag out of his mouth and seeing her restrained. She stepped back, causing him stutter for a moment in confusion as she told him to stop.

"I'm sorry." For everything, but she didn't have time for that last piece. Before he could help she jumped, her feet making hard contact with his chest, sending him out of danger and falling into evac who turned the chopper to let him fall in. She fell back onto the floor, her capturers' grips loosening and her head spinning as she crawled to the opening.

"We've got to get her out of there!" Simon yelled, only to be held back by Soap and Price. She felt hands wrap around her ankles before she looked back at her team.

"GO." She screamed as loudly as she could, knowing there was no way for her to get out alive either. John saw her for a moment, truly. He saw the girl he met 6 years ago. Her eyes were begging, pleading with him to save themselves, to save him, and leave her behind. He gave her nod, tearing his look away before wetness could pool in his eyes.

"No! Price! Don't you fucking dare!" His eyes burned involuntarily as he looked back at her, desperate to go back. Everything around him went quiet, slow, and he felt the air from his lung dissipate at her face. She smiled at him, a genuine smile.

It's gonna be okay. It told him.

The last person to look at him that way was his mother. When he was just a boy after he received a beating from his father. The look of care, reassurance, and tenderness she gave him as she cleaned the wounds on his body and face. That she'd save him, get him out of harm's way, and this time around, she did. He breathed heavily, every word he had said to her flooding back to his memory with guilt and regret.

Sick, selfish bastard. Those were his last words to her. The last thing he did was threaten her life and kick her off the team like trash. He almost threw up.

"Get us out of here!" Price shouted to the pilot who nodded, turning their aircraft around and heading back home. Simon struggled and yanked, but his body was weak for the beating he took in that house, and all he could do was watch as they parted for what may have been the last time.

Her breath was ragged and heavy as soldiers pulled her up by her arms, not nearly as gentle as they were the last time. The butt of their gun hit her face, and she felt her body sag, her eyes shutting as she lost consciousness. A part of her didn't mind too much, she got him out, she saved someone, finally. She did something right, something that wasn't for herself, and she let herself enjoy that as she slipped away.

She did it.

Yeaahhh. For reference HCN is hydrogen cyanide, H2S is hydrogen sulfide, and PH3 is phosphite (I'm not smart I googled knockdown gas). There's gonna be another part soon, because yes I'm excited. Anyway yeah. I hope you enjoyed this part!! The next part may be the second to last depending on what I come up with. If you wanna be part of the tag list let me know! Notes of any kind are appreciated and thank you for all of the support!!

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okw2ka · 2 years

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MY FAVOURITES AS MY KINKS.

praise and size kink.

+ “feels so good baby fuck” he moans, watching as he attempts to push his fat cock in your weeping cunt. “t-too big!” he chuckles at your cry - he barely has half of it in and yet he was here wiping your tears away. “‘s okay princess don’t cry...” he smiles softly, looking like he was almost losing himself in your perfect face, “look at that, taking it so well for me. gonna give my good girl all of me” he finally, somehow, fits it in and the way you’re clenching around him makes him think that he might cum right there and then. “you feel that?” he refuses to tear his eyes away from the way your lip trembles and your eyebrows knit together in pleasure, watching as he rubs your lower stomach, “y’feel my cock sweet girl? ‘s all for you, all yours” he begins to pump his cock slowly in and out of you, making sure you feel all of him. as he peppers you with kisses and showers you with his pants and groans against your neck, he can’t seem to stop whispering to you one thing “‘m all yours princess all yours”

DRAKEN. mitsuya. chifuyu. shinichiro. kazutora.

degradation and gun kink.

+ “fuuuck keep riding me like that mama you got it” your thighs were starting to get sore but its not really like you had the choice to stop. not with his finger on the trigger of his glock. he toys with it casually, testing where he’d like to aim more - your waist? maybe your chest? he thinks his favourite is how your pussy clenches around him so tightly when you feel the cool metal at your temple, head falling back on his shoulder, begging him to just fuck you. “need me to fuck you huh? i guess that’s my fault for spoiling you so much” he sighs and you think you hear the cocking of his gun as one of his arms comes around your back to hold you close to him. you drool as he fucks up into you, your cries synchronized to his thrusts. “dumb slut can’t ride me for shit,” he manages his teeth, the feeling of your tight cunt almost too overwhelming, “gonna beat that pussy black and blue baby fuck” you can hardly answer. he’s barely started and you’re practically brainless on his cock. you can’t even contain your sobs when he hits that particular spot deep inside you and if you weren’t next to him you wouldn’t have been able to capture his whisper. “you’re so fucking lucky i didn’t pull this trigger princess”

wakasawakasawakasa. baji. RAN.

dumbification and being recorded.

+ “smile baby!” he teases meanly, your brain not even comprehending the words properly. your pussy spasms around his pulsing cock, aching at just the mere sight of your eyes rolling back, dumb on his dick and high off of the camera itself. “can’t believe you’re all mine, isn’t that right?” he groans, like you could even reply. “come on i think i asked you a question,” he says when the only reply he recieves is a choked moan, “who do you belong to angel?” as if there was any doubt you would say anything but his name. you cry out in reply, thighs shaking like the camera capturing your disheveled state as you moan mindlessly, not even able to spit out one word. “aw don’t tell me you’ve already gone dumb on my cock princess?” he makes sure to slow down just so you can feel every single vein and every single part of him. “now tell the camera who fucks you this good baby, who owns this pretty pussy?” he reminds you as he watches your lip trembles and your eyes try their very best not to go cross eyed. “y-you! y’own me!!” you manage to sob, nails digging into the sheets. “that’s right and don’t forget it,” he zooms in on your gushing cunt, so close to cumming, “i’m the only one who’ll make you feel this good. you’re all mine”

wakasa. chifuyu. RAN. rindou.

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murdock-barnes · 2 years

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Congratulations on 200!! 🥳 Can I request a fic with our darling Matt and the reader is experiencing a sub-drop?

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a rough sex, Matt needs to go into the night as the devil. When you're left alone, your head starts to fill with terrible and unpleasant thoughts and feelings.

Warnings: unprotected p in v, rope play, degradation

Word Count: 1,9K

A/N: I know this took way too long I'm so sorry😭😭

You buried your head into the mattress, releasing a guttural moan. Matt was fucking you brutally, just like you wanted. He was hitting your magical spot over and over. You turned your head to the side to be able to breathe.

You and Matt loved experimenting in the bedroom, always trying new things. This time, it was rope play. Earlier tonight, he tied you with a thick, red rope. He started on your chest and made his way to your arms and hands. They were strictly restrained on your back. That's why now you couldn't use your hands to steady your body to be able to breathe. You were surprised by his knot skills and you wondered how did he even learn that.

Matt grabbed the rope around your hands like it was a harness and he used it to slam into you harder. Your shoulder blades were on fire. You whined in pain.

"You like that, huh?" Matt leaned into you. "Being fucked like the whore you are?"

"Mhmm" you could say in between moans.

Matt chuckled darkly "Of course you do. What a filthy slut." His hand found your ass, giving a few harsh spanks. You yelped and instinctively wanted to fall forward. However, his grip on the ropes was tight. He pulled you back, steadying your hips between his both hands.

"Behave," he whispered.

A shiver went down your spine. You loved your sweet, caring Matty but this... This was a side of him that you both needed.

He was hitting so deep, making your eyes roll in your head. Tears were streaming down your face uncontrollably. You were lost in pleasure and pain.

"Gonna..." you drew in a sharp breath.

"Cum?" he completed. You could only hum as the sweet tension build up inside you.

Matt's hand found your neck, wrapping around your throat. Suddenly, he hauled you back by your throat. Your back came in contact with his chest. His hand on your hip came down to your cunt, his fingers finding the needy bundle of nerves. You let out a scream as he started circling your clit. You were so close.

"Come on, show me what a good slut you are and cum on my cock!" he said breathily.

His hand on your throat squeezed tighter, barely letting you breathe. A hazy buzz filled your head as your body got tenser and tenser. His hand worked on your clit and he fucked you relentlessly.

His head fell forward, kissing and biting your neck and shoulder. "Go on, my cumslut," he whispered into your ear.

You were undone by his words. The orgasm crashed over you as you threw your head back. Loud moans filled the room. Your head rested on his shoulder as your body trembled with the force of your release. Matt held you up and fucked you through your high. He was about to come too. Your cunt was milking him for his life. He couldn't hold it longer and spilled into you with a grunt. He stayed still and just hold you for a while. Both of you caught your breath.

He slowly pulled out and you sat on your knees. "Are you okay?" he asked as he planted a kiss on your shoulder. You nodded knowing that he'd just sense it. His hands started working on the rope that bound you. He slowly untied the knots one by one. When he finally freed you, he gently massaged your wrists and arms. You hummed pleasantly and with the sound, Matt smiled to himself.

A sudden noise disrupted his peace. It was a scream or screams? Yeah, definitely screams. Two, three... women. Footsteps. Boots. A couple of men. Metal. Guns.

"Matty?" you interrupted. He turned his attention to you, noticing that his hands were frozen around your wrists, squeezing them. He freed them and you shifted on the bed, facing him.

"What did you hear?" you asked. He paused. He didn't want this moment to be broken. He loved your blissed post-sex state and cuddling you to sleep. He didn't want to leave but people were in danger.

"I need to go," he said getting up. He quickly cleaned himself and got dressed. In the meantime, he was following the voices. Men making women walk somewhere. A warehouse. Matt knew exactly where they are. He didn't waste any time as he left the house and made his way to help those in danger.

You were left there, on the bed. You huffed to yourself. You were used to Matt sometimes being like this. He was just focused on the lead, you knew.

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You tossed and turned in the lonely bed. You were tired but sleep didn't wrap you in its sweet embrace. That's why you decided to get up and make chamomile tea.

You were standing in the middle of the apartment, waiting for the water to boil. Focusing your eyes on one spot, you stood still. Your whole body felt much more tired and heavy now. All the spots he tied felt like burning and the ache in your core made you uncomfortable.

You felt weighed down by sensing all of these on your body. If only Matt were here... to soothe you, to hold you. However, he wasn't. He... he left, taking what he want. It was so lonely here now, so cold. Your chest rose up and down quickly with your shallow breaths. Tears were burning your eyes. Why did he leave? You had an intense session. He needed to hold you in his big, protective arms. However, while you were crumbling down here, he was away. Someone out there was more important than you.

Your whole body shook with panic, pain, and confusion. You didn't care about the tea now. You turned off the stove, heading back to the bedroom. Your vision was blurry and your steps faltered, barely carrying you to bed. You plopped yourself on the bed, burying your head into the pillow. As you inhaled, Matt's beautiful scent filled you. This was your final straw and you burst into tears.

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Matt walked into the apartment at 3 am. He took a beating but it wasn’t really bad. However, his ribs hurt like hell making him grunt when he moves. He tried to be as quiet as possible not to wake you up.

He noticed a change in the atmosphere . He frowned, focusing on it. He tasted your salty tears in the air. Why were you crying? The worry and fear took over him as he quickly entered the bedroom, finding you curled up into a ball in bed. You were not asleep, Matt knew.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? What happened?” His hand reached out to touch your shoulder but you shrugged, getting free of his touch.

Matt frowned in confusion. He didn’t know what could’ve happened to change your mood to this rate. Slipping out of his suit, he slowly sat down on the bed.

“Baby… please talk to me. I’m so worried right now.” His voice was soft and gentle.

You didn’t respond, only letting out a sigh.

Matt's frown deepened, creating a face of agony "Sweetie, I need you to talk to me, please."

“You left me.” Words barely came out of your mouth.

“What?” Matt was surprised.

“You used me and left me here all alone!” Your voice was a bit stronger now.

“What are you talking about… baby?” He didn’t know what to say. He has never seen you like this before. His hand went up and down on your back in hopes to soothe you.

You can't lie, his presence and warmth began to infiltrate your aching heart. Matt noticed the way your breaths getting steadier. And he finally understood. He left his girl alone when she needed him the most. Oh, he was so dumb! Whenever you two had sex rougher than usual, you needed aftercare. Sometimes Matt would just cuddle you as he confesses his love to you in whispers or he would give you a massage.

He leaned in, bringing his face closer to yours. One of his hands came up and pushed away the hairs that covered your beautiful face. His mouth was on your ear as his hand kept stroking your hair.

"I love you... more than anything." He whispered, his voice sliding down your spine like honey. "I am so sorry that I left you here. I should have stayed, I'm sorry."

He planted kisses on your cheeks, tasting your salty tears. You weren't crying anymore and your breathing was normal. His dread started to fade away.

"Let me give you a bath. Would you want that?" He said softly.

You weighed the idea and nodded. He felt it, immediately getting off the bed. Matt ran to the bathroom to fill out the tub. It had to be the right temperature with your favorite bath salt or maybe that bath bomb you liked.

Matt drew the bath and lit a couple of candles. Then, he was by your side, picking you up. He took you in his arms and lifted you with ease. You snuggled up to him as he carried you.

As he stepped into the bathroom, he put you down and waited "Can I take this off?"

Your eyes were on the ground. "Yes," your voice came so weakly but he heard you.

His hands found the hem of the t-shirt and lifted it, slowly taking it off. You were completely naked underneath, he knew. He held your arms gently, leading you into the bath.

You slowly sat down as a low grunt left your lips. The warmth of the water surrounded your skin and smells of vanilla and flowers filled your lungs. Your head fell back as your whole body slowly relaxed. You released a soft hum and the sound found its way to Matt, giving him some relief.

You felt his hands on you "Let me wash your hair," he said.

You sat up, granting him permission. He used your favorite shampoo and slowly applied it to your head. His hands moved in slow circles, applying just the right amount of pressure and massaging your scalp. It felt so good and the tension in your body slowly started to melt away with each stroke of his hands. He carefully washed away the shampoo, moving on to apply the conditioner. His gentle movements made you calm down.

After the world’s best bath, Matt dried you and dressed you in your favorite pajamas. You slipped inside the silk sheets newly changed by Matthew. He laid down beside you, snaking his arms around you to cuddle. The warmth of his arms and his enchanting smell surrounded you.

"I'm so sorry that I left." You felt his breath on the shell of your ear. "I hate myself for making you upset, I'm so sorry."

The guilt and pain in his voice wounded you. You slowly turned to face him. Your hand reached up to smooth the frown between his brows. Then you caressed his cheek. "Matt, don't say things like that."

He nuzzled into your touch. "I'm better now thanks to you. Also, I don't regret you leaving to save those people. In fact, I'm glad you did it. Everything's fine, I'm fine. And I love you."

A deep sigh left Matt then he placed a kiss on the top of your nose "Angel you're too good to me. I love you."

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junggunz · 1 year

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taste test |🔞

──★ ˙ ̟GUN

You made the mistake of complaining about how Gun didn’t spend enough time with you. And his response to that was to spend the last two hours, fucking all of his pent up frustration into you. Knowing him, this was just the start of a very long evening with him.

“I’m a very busy person, why can’t you get that through your fucking head?” Gun barks at you, long fingers wrapping around your neck and squeezing the sides as his hips snap against your ass. The lewd tacky sounds created by your sopping wet cunt fill in the silence where you would verbally respond to him if you currently had the mental capacity to do so. “Needy little whore, you should be thankful I even give you the time of day.”

A pathetic whine is the only response you’re able to give him as he squeezes your throat harder as his thrusts turn feral, your body trying its absolute hardest to withstand the force. If it wasn’t for the hold Gun had on your throat, you’d probably have your face pressed into the sheets because your arms had already given out on you. The sheer size of Gun’s cock stretching you open made your toes go numb long ago; it was a miracle your legs were still supporting you.

Shifting his movements ever so slightly, Gun’s thick cock is pummeling into you deeper and stimulating your sweet spot causing tears to bead along your eyelashes as the pleasure increases by tenfold. The tears begin to come down your face in streams; gathering into a single large drop on your chin that lands on his hand. Releasing his grasp on your neck, his hold quickly moves to your hair and yanks your head back so he’s able to get a good look at your pitiful state.

“Cry all you want but I know this is exactly what you wanted.” Gun mutters while continuing to fill you with his length. “You love being my dumb little cock slut, don’t you?”

You nod weakly in response to his question, moaning incessantly as you eagerly accept every ruthless and nasty thrust he delivers to you. With the tip of his cock consistently ramming into your g-spot, it takes practically no time to get your pussy to cream all over his length.

As much as you wanted to thank him for how good he made you feel, he had truly fucked you dumb.

──★ ˙ ̟GOO

“It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Fun for him, maybe. But you, on the other hand, were not faring as well.

Goo had come home early; catching you in the middle of testing out the wand massager he had gifted you. You had expected him to approach you aggressively, punishing you for playing without him; instead, he came to you sweetly offering to help you. But as you throw your head back on his shoulder while he sits behind you, holding the vibrating toy against your clit, you think you would have been better off receiving the rougher treatment.

Your thighs are shaking as Goo keeps your legs spread open for him, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. The first two or three had been amazing, but you were now at a point where it was too hard to even think about keeping count. Eyes rolled far back into your head, your body is totally limp from the overwhelming sensation; only tensing up right before you cum again.

“You made such a mess, sweetheart.” Goo murmurs in your ear, his eyes admiring the pool of wetness on the sheets beneath you. “So good for me, you ready for your reward?"

His words don’t even totally register in your fucked out mind, but you find yourself tiredly nodding in response to him anyway. Once you realize what he just said, it’s too late for you to even try to mentally prepare yourself as Goo swiftly rearranges you on your back, settling between your legs after stripping out of his clothes. He eases into you with barely any resistance due to how soaked your pussy is but the slight sting of having your walls be stretched out so much is still there and has you squirming beneath him.

Not even giving you any time to adjust, Goo starts to pound into your sensitive walls; making you cry out at the bliss of finally being filled. With how many times you had cum, it wouldn’t take much to send you over the edge again and Goo knows that.

But it doesn’t matter how many times he made you cum; things were only over when Goo decided they were.

──★ ˙ ̟SAMUEL

“Stop squirming so much.” Samuel warns you for the nth time of the evening as you are perched on his lap, his cock nestled deep inside of your leaking cunt.

You were bored and he still had paperwork to do. This was the compromise you agreed on. But you didn’t account for how long he would take.

“Can you hurry up?” You whine, not so subtly rolling your hips against his as an attempt to wear down his resolve. Clenching his jaw, he tears his attention away from the document he had been reading and sets it down on the desk in front of you before his hand lands a harsh smack on your inner thigh.

“Be good and sit still.” He speaks through his teeth, making his annoyance very clear to you but it only causes your walls to excitedly flutter around his cock; more of your arousal dribbling out of you and trailing down his length. As much as he wants to reprimand you for the action, every time he has to stop working just to scold you just makes it take longer for him to finish his current task at hand.

Things go on like this for what feels like ages until Samuel finally snaps. All it took was you lifting up the front hem of your skirt, showcasing your soaked pussy stretched around his fat cock. He didn’t even know what made him look there in the first place; but a mere glance at the tantalizing sight was enough for all of his self control to crumble.

Right when you were about to give up on trying to make Samuel give in, you feel him hooking his arms around your thighs, spreading your legs wider with his hands clasping together behind your head. The position is excruciating but you have no other choice but to endure it as Samuel holds you in place, giving you hard, shallow thrusts that stimulate your walls in all the right places. Your jaw falls slack as you keep crying out in bliss, becoming delirious from the way his cock stretches you out.

“Don’t even think about cumming without permission, you’ve pissed me off enough.” Samuel growls from behind you, a small whine of protest leaving you as you had already felt the beginnings of an orgasm blooming in the pit of your stomach. However, the situation is hopeless; Samuel wouldn’t ease up on you and he wasn’t going to give in to any of your pleas. The only thing you could do was try to stave off your climax or else you would have to deal with Samuel’s wrath.

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ebodebo · 6 months

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her and ghost are on a stakeout, it's been hours without any trace of the enemy or whatever and she’s like super bored obvi. ghost, like the good little soldier boy he is, has his eye up to the scope perched on his gun and won't look away from the target area. she decides to test how good his training is. he’s leaning against the edge of a building and she slips under it to suck his dick. he barely has any physical reaction, he makes virtually no noise. the only way she knows he's actually enjoying it is by the feeling how hard his dick is throbbing on her tongue and how much pre-come is leaking into her mouth.

-from you know who ;)

pairing: ghost x f!reader

a/n: ahhhh this is so good! i hope you like what i came up with!

word count: 561

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Good Soldier Boy

She and Ghost were currently perched on a building, staking out a warehouse full of illegal ballistic missiles smuggled in by Al-Qatala with the help of Las Almas Cartel.

The mission: kill Al-Qatala's leader and seize the missiles, seemed simple on paper. Well, their version of "simple." But, God, did it require a long wait time.

"We've been here for hours." She said, stretching her legs out from their crisscrossed position, leaning her back against the wall covering them. Ghost ignored her.

He was staring through his gun's scope, waiting patiently for Khaled Al-Asad to come into view. The rest of the crew was on the ground waiting patiently for this so they could swarm the operation.

"Are you listening to me?" She swiftly turned her head to face him.

"No." He said blatantly. "We are supposed to be focused on our target. Not talking."

She rolled her eyes. "Do you always follow the orders you're given exactly?"

"I quite like my job, so yes."

"You should wipe the spit off of Price's balls since you suck them so often."

He ignores her snarky comment. Something he has become a master at in the last couple of hours.

His lack of response sparks an idea in her head. "Let's see how good your training is, shall we?" She hurries off the wall and slips her body under his. His body does not react to her sudden change in position. She brings her hands up to undo his belt and unzips his dark-wash cargo pants.

She slowly slips his pants down his thighs, leaving them to drop around his ankles. She then moves to remove his boxers, showcasing his erect cock.

She slowly takes her finger to graze the base, reaching the head. He had no vocal reaction to touching him. The only indication he was enjoying himself was the feeling of his throbbing cock on her tongue and the feeling of pre-cum coating her mouth.

Her tongue was swirling around his head, making sure to be slow and deliberate with her movements while she brought her hand up to grip the base. Her hands move up and down slowly. As her hand moved, she opened her mouth wider to accommodate his size and pushed him in further.

Her head began to bob up and down, her mouth taking more of him every time she went down. Tears began to stain her cheeks as he further slipped down her throat. But that didn't stop her.

Her hands and mouth were working in unison—both at a fast, pleasurable pace. The silence was filled with wet noises and the occasion gag. Ghost remained focused on the task at hand, not making a single noise, even though his throbbing cock was twitching in the confounds of her throat, on the cusp of release.

She could feel his climax looming and began stroking faster and sucking harder. He released in her mouth, his cum once again coating her throat and flooding into the corners of her mouth. She swallowed what was in her mouth and stuck her tongue out to lick each corner of her mouth.

She pulled his boxers and pants back on, securing them with his belt. Her body maneuvered back to her old position, crisscrossed, leaning against the wall.

"Well, I hate to say it, Lt., but you have been trained quite well."

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sorry i’m on a roll tonight but everyone always talks abt jason’s scars but like. everyone in the batfam must have them, i mean they fight criminals who have knives and guns and brass knuckles there’s no way they’ve never gotten hit,,, so being dick’s lover and him being used to being sultry and stuff but one day when he comes out of the shower you pull him to the bed and he’s like “eheh you couldn’t wait to have me?” but his words die in his throat when you gently lay him down and start kissing every little scar on his body, and he gets really whiny and surprisingly subby when you start kissing an old stab wound on his inner thigh *insert elmo fire gif here*

oh oh i’m soft. i’m crying just a little. my baby boy 🥺🥺

You still manage to surprise him.

He thinks it should be statistically impossible, thinks that you shouldn’t be able to sneak up on him the way that you do. The quiet, emotional way you do when you see something that makes your heart ache just a little.

He’s trained since he was a child to prevent things like this, he knows body language, he knows speech patterns, he knows how to disarm someone in three seconds flat.

He knows you.

He also knows what it’s like to be wounded. To be bleeding out and hurting and utterly alone. He’s painfully aware that a serrated blade will tear and shred his skin and leave a horrible, jagged scar. He knows exit wounds are messier than entry wounds and that being shot burns. He knows that his body is a patchwork quilt of freshly healed skin and old, aching wounds.

He knows that you love him.

But of all the things he knows, all the things he expects. He not once considers the possibility of an ambush. Especially from you.

“Cmere.” You beckon when he comes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped low on his hips. His first thought is lustful, scandalous. You want him. You always want him. He’s more than happy to indulge you. But the set of your mouth is off, you’re looking at him like you see him. All of him. “Dick, c’mere. Let me love on you.”

He trips forwards, just slightly touching up against uncoordinated. The smile on your face is soft, patient, wonderful. He feels his heart stutter for just a moment, a brief skip. On patrol the skip of his heart usually means ‘oh shit i’m about to die’. But with you it’s different, with you it’s ‘you make me clumsy, you make me vulnerable’.

You guide him backwards, push him down onto the bed. There’s a thousand different thoughts tangled in a knot and he’s half stuck between excitement and apprehension. You’ve shoved him onto the bed before, usually before you sink your soft, wet cunt around his cock. But you don’t have that look on your face this time.

So the apprehension sweeps in.

His brain does it on autopilot–comes up with contingencies. He’s got every single weakness of yours catalogued. He knows exactly where to put pressure to get you to give. He knows that your left arm is weaker than your right. He knows he could open his mouth right now and say something that would have you in tears.

Part of him hates himself for it.

But it’s kept him alive.

Your mouth presses against his shoulder, just below his collarbone. There’s a mess of scar tissue under your lips. It’s a messy circle. A gunshot wound. 9mm. There’s no exit wound and he remembers digging into the open wound looking for the bullet. He remembers the blinding pain and laughing hysterically at the fact he could hardly hold the tweezers with the amount of blood coating his hand. But you lick over the sensitive skin and Dick shudders, the memory fracturing apart.

“What are you doing?” He finally asks, voice thicker than he wants it to be.

Your attention flickers to him for just a moment, “My pretty boy. Jus’ want to show you how much I love you. How much I love all of you.”

There’s a lump in his throat and he can’t swallow it back.

You shuffle down his body. Lick over the long, thin line of scar tissue over his ribs. Pocket knife. He was still Robin when he got that one. He recalls the flash of pain as it sliced him open. The adrenaline hid it well amongst the fight but when it was over it stung, nerves flaring awake. Seven stitches in total. A neat little row.

Nimble fingers tug at the towel around his waist and Dick feels his breath hitch. You pull it open and suck a mark into his hip. The dark blemish settles besides a smattering of bruises from his most recent patrol and he doesn’t expect to feel overwhelming relief at the feel of your mouth on his skin.

But he does.

You tap at his thigh, gesture for him to settle back and hook it open so you can kiss at the thick, jagged scar running across his inner thigh. The skin is raised and pink. Still new. Still healing. The edges are surrounded by tiny needle marks. Stitches.

His entire body flinches and he finds himself almost trying to run from the feel of your lips on that horribly sensitive patch of skin. Serrated blade. Agonising pain. He remembers the rip and pull of his flesh as the knife went in. Remembers almost screaming from the pain of it.

Your hot, wet tongue drags along the length of the scar and Dick feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

“Are you okay, baby?” You ask between gentle kisses, lavishing affection on something that was once so painful. It still hurts sometimes. Especially on cold nights. Even more when he does certain manoeuvres in training, in combat. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Your thumb smooths along the scar and then your mouth chases it.

“Don’t stop.” He gasps. “Please don’t stop.”

He feels you kiss the inside of his thigh so softly, so gently and he’s knocked completely off kilter by how much he likes having you dote on him the way you are. You kiss his damaged skin like you’re trying to remove the pain and Dick wants to cry, wants to hide himself inside you because if anyone in this world would keep him safe, he'd trust it to be you.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whisper, and glance up to catch his watery gaze. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. My brave boy.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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I Swear I Won’t Tease You

Pairing: mob boss!Lloyd Hansen x femme!reader (le grand homme and coquinette, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Lloyd is fascinated by you from the start.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (public sex, minor degradation, lil bit of choking, pussy petting, over the panties stuff, Lloyd’s filthy mouth, some biting), alcohol consumption, thievery, lots of French pet names, mentions of violence, Lloyd is a charismatic asshole, mentions of prostitution, klepto reader, meet “cute”? SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Holy shit, I’m in love with Lloyd Hansen. That psycho woke up my muse in a big way, so be prepared for a bunch of shit starring this asshole for the near future. I literally wrote this in one day and I don’t know how long it’s been since that happened!

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Lloyd cracked his neck as he walked into the packed Paris club, rolling his head on his shoulders and growling to himself as he made his way to the bar, his two bodyguards trailing after him. As much as he loved his work, sometimes he hated the travel, especially when it came to having to deal with the unwashed, stuck up frogs in this loser of a country. If he hadn’t desperately needed a drink after slicing that asshole's face off, he would have just made his way back to the hotel and planned on taking the jet back to the states first thing in the morning.

“Find a goddamn phone and let Fowler know Jeanette’s gonna be sending the new batch of girls out in a week.” Lloyd nodded at Brutus after ordering himself a Glenlivet, hissing when he took a gulp and felt the warm liquor burn his throat. “And if Walker is there, tell him I don’t want to see his face for a fucking month and that his twat of a gun contact is now a dead twat.”

“Walker’s not gonna like that boss.” The giant meat head shrugged uncomfortably when Lloyd turned his glare to him before ordering another drink.

“You really think I give a fuck? Do your damn job.” Lloyd snarled as the dumbass finally walked away, sipping on his second scotch slowly and leaning against the bar as he surveyed the crowd that was packed into the club. “Morons.”

Even as the liquor started to relax him he was regretting his choice of venue for his drink, especially when some dick in a white suit knocked into him and almost made him spill. Maybe he’d just find some desperate thing to take back to his hotel and break the bed with, since he hadn’t gotten to test out the new whores like he normally would and filleting that cunt hadn’t gotten out as much aggression as he had expected. He wanted to ruin something, and there seemed to be plenty of dumb little sluts here that were just ripe for the picking.

Oh, wait just a fucking minute. Who the hell were you? In that sweet little pink dress and those heels that pretty much guarantee you couldn’t run away from anyone, though you were still managing to put off every single douche bag that was coming up to you with a shy little smile and big eyes that made you look like the picture of chaste innocence that would be perfect to ruin. Yeah, he was going to make you cry the prettiest fucking tears he’d ever seen.

“Foutez le camp d'ici.” Lloyd growled at the dumbass who was trying to put his hand on your arm as he flirted impotently with you, scowling at him until he scurried away before turning back to you with a wicked grin. “Bonjour, chérie.”

“Bonjour.” You tilted your chin down and gazed at him through your lashes as you bit your lip, and holy fuck did he want to watch you choke on his cock. “Je suis désolé…”

“Vous êtes américain?” He wasn’t going to let you finish that thought, twirling his ring around his pinky as he grinned when you gave him a small nod. There was no way he was leaving this club without at least tasting your lips, and you seemed like the type who just needed to be told what to do. “Ah, me too. What are you doing in Paris, pretty girl?”

“Just… seeing the sights, taking in some culture.” You let out a small sigh as you watched him carefully, cocking your head when he lifted his drink to his lips and the ruby on his ring caught the light. “Enjoying the beautiful things the city has to offer.”

“Hmm, as well you should, chaton.” Lloyd dragged his tongue over his bottom lip when the press of the crowd forced you to step closer to him, reaching out to slowly trace his fingertips along the curve of your shoulder and down your arm. “A course, there isn’t anything here as beautiful as you.” The way you giggled and batted your eyelashes at him let him know he had you, he wondered if you were a virgin, god that would make it even better. “Finish your drink so you can dance with me, poupée.”

You purred when he took your glass from you and set it on the bar once you had finished, sighing softly when he grabbed your hand and pressed some kisses over your knuckles before leading you towards the dance floor. As soon as the two of you reached the floor he was pulling you close and sliding his hands down your back until he was squeezing your hips, letting out a soft growl when you gasped as you braced your palms against his chest, scowling at his remaining bodyguard over your shoulder and jerking his head at him so he would fucking get lost. Lloyd couldn’t believe how goddamn soft you were, he was gonna bruise you the fuck up.

“What’s your name, ma douce?” He ducked even closer to you and groaned appreciatively when you told him, dragging his cheek over your temple and fighting the urge to smack your ass at the feeling of your hips rolling against his. “Mmm, that’s lovely. My name’s Lloyd, sweet thing. I want you to remember that when I make you scream later tonight.”

“Lloyd, you’re so forward.” You gave him a teasing pout before whining softly when he turned you around and wrapped his arms around your waist, winding your fingers through his and gasping when he pressed his lips to the side of your neck. “But I have such an early tour tomorrow, I have to go soon.”

“Oh non, mon ami.” His voice was a soothing purr as he started guiding you towards an empty corner of the club once the song changed, trailing his lips up your jaw until he could bite your ear. “No, I’ll make you feel so good, ma chére. Need more than just a taste of you.” If he didn’t get to at least finger you he was gonna be in a mood tomorrow.

“What if I… hmm.” You moaned when he cut you off by gripping your jaw and tilting your head back so he could smash his lips to yours, pressing your body against the wall and sliding his other hand down the curve of your hip until he could grip the edge of your skirt and start to drag it up your thigh. “I can give you my hotel’s number and we can set something up for later this week.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna work for me, darling.” He slid his knee between your legs to force them open while you planted heavily into his mouth, swallowing your soft whimper with a grin when he brushed his fingertips over the damp lace that was covering your core. “I just need one, promise I’ll be quick.”

The only response you could give him once he rubbed your clit over your panties was a tiny moan, your mouth falling open when he started circling your swollen bud harshly and letting him shove his fingers between your teeth and press on the back of your tongue until you were drooling all over his hand. Lloyd watched your face with a wicked glint in his eye while he watched you fall apart under his touch, cooing demeaningly against your cheek when he felt you shaking in his arms and tears started leaking from the corners of your eyes, his achingly hard cock pulsing in his slacks as he ground it against your perfect ass.

“Look at you, I thought you were a good girl, ma douce. But here you are about to come like a little slut in front of all these people just from having this sweet little pussy pet a tiny bit.” He bit your cheek and groaned when you sobbed around his fingers, your cunt throbbing under his hand when he gave your clit a sharp smack. “So fucking easy, you gonna cream your pretty panties, chérie? Do it, I want you to come for me, ma petite pute. Make a fucking mess of yourself, come the fuck on.”

The sudden dig of his fingernail against your clit through the lace had your eyes rolling back in your head as your legs almost gave out, your pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing while cream flowed out of you and soaked right through your panties, staining Lloyd’s fingers as he growled against your skin. He pressed you closer to the wall as your body vibrated with pleasure, caging you in his arms and burying his face in your hair as his cock throbbed and twitched until he was filling his briefs with a snarl. You swallowed thickly when he finally pulled his fingers from between your lips, looking at him with glassy eyes as he dragged his nose over your cheek with a deep purr.

“What a pretty thing you are, can you even talk, ami?” His chuckle was dark when you just panted and licked your lips as you whimpered for him, giving your cunt a pat like a good bitch before pulling your skirt back down. “Poor baby, you’re gonna give me your number so I can ruin you again next time I need a good fuck and I’m in the area:”

“O-okay.” You gasped when you turned around and pulled a card out of your clutch, giving it to him with a trembling hand that he gripped to press kisses over your wrist as he tucked the card into his breast pocket. “I-I really do have to go.”

“Alright, chérie, you take care.” Lloyd leaned close and kissed your cheek almost tenderly. “I hope you think about me next time you touch yourself. I might even think of you, petite colombe. You’re almost too sweet for your own good.”

You just swallowed thickly when he finally let you go, wiping the back of your hand over your ruined face and squeezing your thighs together as you walked away after giving him a quizzical smile. Lloyd found something about you puzzlingly endearing, like he’d only barely scratched the surface of what you would let him do to you, maybe even of what you could do to him. He didn’t feel like you were just a typical pump and dump, he actually wanted to see your pretty face again.

“Ready to go boss?” Lloyd actually didn’t feel like tearing the man’s throat out when he opened his stupid mouth, how refreshing.

“Yeah, let me just pay.” He frowned when he reached into his back pocket and didn’t find his money clip, the furrow between his brows deepening when it wasn’t in any of his other pockets either. “What the fuck? Where’s my damn money?”

“Your ring’s missing too, boss.” Brutus took a step back when Lloyd snarled at him, his magnanimous mood evaporating when he looked at his hand and found that the signet ring that never left his pinkie was in fact gone.

“What in the… oh ho, oh shit!” Lloyd couldn’t help himself, he started laughing when the realization hit him, cackling wildly and doubling over for a minute before he finally got himself under control again. “Oh, that tricky little bitch, she fucking robbed me! Fuck, she’s got some balls on her. Change of plans boys, looks like we’re gonna be sticking around Paris a little longer. I’ve got a pretty little thief to track down. Ooh, this is gonna be fun. I’m fucking excited.”

You grinned to yourself as you reached your motorcycle you had parked a few blocks away, spitting the ring out from where you had it tucked under your tongue and admiring it before sliding it onto your ring finger. The fact that it fit perfectly was like fate, making you wiggle your fingers so it caught the light as you sat on the bike. You plucked the money clip from inside your bra and flipped through its contents, giggling at the size of the bills and the Eurocard. The ring was what you couldn’t stop playing with, though, that had caught your eye and made you let that gorgeous but intimidating man touch you however he wanted. ‘Lloyd Hansen’ sure seemed like he could be a lot of fun. Too bad you were never going to see him again.

A/N: Don’t worry, she’s definitely gonna see him again 😘

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