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moonlightsolo · 1 year

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I send so many requests hahahaa

Feel like it would be SO cute if you’re out in the forest and you find a thanator pup lost and abandoned but it clings on to so you adopt it. Then Neteyam is like how wtf??? But he lets you keep it despite his concerned reaction and it becomes your pet :,)

CUUUUUUTE!!! & i love every request you make pls don’t stop sending them (i promise i’ll get to every one even if i’m slow)

“c’mon ‘teyam!! let’s go!” you cry out to your boyfriend. his large four-fingered hand is clasped in your two tiny ones as you attempt to tug him forward.

he’s staring down at you with a playful annoyed look, not budging from his spot planted in the dirt.

“pleeeeeeaaaaase! i wanna go see them! we don’t have to get close, i just wanna look! they’re so cute!” your voice whines, which makes his ears flick from the sound.

neteyam grimaces from your squeaky voice and plants a large hand on top of your head, “okay, okay fine. just don’t whine like that again.” he laughs with a shake of his head.

he turns his hand in yours to grasp your tiny fist tightly in his palm to lead you farther into the jungle, “come on, ma yawntutsyìp.”

the little nickname makes your heart warm in your chest. his little loved one.

“thank you! thank you! thank you!” you exclaim excitedly with the biggest grin on your face.

your tall blue boyfriend looks down at you in awe from your excitement. he smiles because he is the one that made you feel this way— he loves when you’re happy.

the tall na’vi boy bends down to your height, allowing you to hop on his back so he could climb the trees without you falling behind. he hops from branch to branch, which makes you squeal out in fear and also from the adrenaline. he’s just so quick, and knows exactly where to grab and plant his feet.

neteyam slows down as he nears a sunny clearing below. he sinks down to his stomach to crawl forward to the edge, his wide eyes darting around to examine the area. his new position lets you slide off of his back onto the branch next to him, to crawl forward and lean over the side too.

your eyes instantly spot a homemade nest in the shadows, big enough for a few thanators to rest in. “where are they?” your voice whispers out to him.

“patience…” he breathes out quietly into the warm air, sending a cheeky smirk your way. you roll your eyes at him, which just makes him smirk more.

how must you be patient when you’ve been waiting all season for this? through the mating season, and through the gestation period, and now finally the calfs are born!

you keep your eyes trained on the sunny patch of grass, looking around the perimeter of trees for the mother thanator; or even any sign of the babies.

you looooove babies— and when they come in cute forms, like little alien creatures from pandora, you somehow love them even more.

rustling to the side makes your eyes dart to the shadows as a large black cat-like figure emerges from the brush. it’s the mother, and she’s dragging food back to her babies.

she drops the meat in the center of the field, before calling out to her babies with a rumbling, clicking noise.

sudden chirps grow louder as a dozen of baby thanators emerge from the nest. yipping, and growling as they feast on the meat of the animal their mother hunted.

neteyam watches you as your face brightens from the sight of the babies you’ve been waiting so long for. you could do without the blood, and the guts, but it’s so fascinating to you.

as a human on a foreign planet, surrounded by the most fascinating flora and creatures, you feel in your element; you belong here.

one at a time, the babies retreat back into the safety of their nest to leave their mother with the leftovers. she quickly eats the rest of the carcass, before crawling into the next with her children. her large head sticks out to patrol the area with her eyes, protectively.

“oh my god, neteyam. that’s so amazing.” you breathe out, almost breathless from the experience. he smiles at you from the side, his hand comes up to rub the top of your head.

sometimes he doesn’t understand why you get so excited over the animals on pandora, but he knows it’s because you didn’t grow up here like him.

“the circle of life can be prrrretty fascinating.” he chuckles, and goes to stand up in the tree. he stays slightly crouched from the branches above his head. his attention is undivided now, only staring at you.

“wanna go back now?” he watches how your shoulders drop slightly, “we can come back— don’t worry.” he adds with a chuckle.

“yeah, we can go.” you sigh in defeat, sliding behind his back to climb onto him, “wanna go find some of your favorite fruit?” neteyam offers as his hands wrap around your thighs, once they wrap around his waist.

he wants to get your mind off of the animals for a little bit, and he knows exactly where the tree is planted in the jungle, “ooh yes!” you exclaim happily with a giant grin.

neteyam grins from your response and takes off in a sprint once he’s sure you’re secured on his back. he leaps between the giant trees, before leaping off of a branch to grab ahold of a vine.

you squeal loudly with barking laughter as it feels as if you’re free falling in the air, until his feet hit the ground. he lets you down easily by swinging you off his back with one hand strongly grasping your behind.

a flush settles on your chest, and heat rises in your chest from his hand on your ass. it isn’t uncommon for him to grab your body, but it always makes you flustered every single time.

neteyam can’t help but swoop down to peck your lips, before standing back up to his full height. his hands grasps yours to lead you through the vegetation. he bends underneath fallen logs while you can continue to stand up straight from your height. it humors you how tall your boyfriend is.

your eyes almost sparkle as you spot the brightly colored tree covered in round pink fruits. the colors are almost flourescent from the sunset growing nearer.

before you could even reach the tree, something to your side rustles in the brush. you and neteyam halt in your spot to try and find where the noise came from.

your body jolts when a soft cry echoes from the bush, and neteyam instinctively slides in front of you for protection.

before you could even try to leave, a small body tumbles from the bush and waddles up to neteyam’s feet.

“what is it?!! what is it?!” you hide your face in his back, covering your face with your hands.

neteyam almost laughs at how ironic this is, “a thanator… a baby.” he coos as he bends down to its level, but the baby lets out a menancing hiss.

“woah, woah.” neteyam backs up slightly, pushing you farther behind him. if the baby would charge at you both, he wouldn’t hesitate to drop kick it into the jungle for your own safety.

“a what?!” you shriek, and push him out of the way to look in front of him. you barely push him though, he honestly just moves out of the way for you.

once you see the sleek black skin of the thanator baby, you instantaneously drop to your knees in front of it. “hi! oh my gosh you’re so cute!” you softly squeal at it.

the baby cowers back toward the bush, it’s little legs shake as it hisses weakly at you. “don’t worry, buddy. i promise i’m not mean. are you hurt?” you ask if it would actually answer you.

neteyam really doesn’t understand how you think the babies are cute, he actually finds them quite terrifying and kind of ugly.

the baby whines as it’s eyes worriedly dart between you and the na’vi boy behind you, “‘teyam, back up!” you hush at him through your teeth.

your boyfriend feels overly protective over you right now, but he obliges and takes a step back. you intently watch how the animal takes a hesitant step toward you, it’s body still trembling in fear.

“it’s okay.” your soft tone soothes the child as it draws closer to you.

neteyam’s hand rests on the handle of his blade, ready to step forward at any given moment if the thing attacks you. his brain clouds with confusion as the predator climbs into your lap and curls up into a ball.

his hand drops from his sheathed knife as his eyes take in what just happened. your small hand gently carressss the top of the baby’s head as it lays in the crook of your legs.

“are you serious?” he mumbles out in shock, but still smiles at the scene in front of him.

“i can’t believe this is happening right now.” you breathe out shakily and look up at neteyam towering over you.

“i cannot explain how confused i am.” he replies, his big round eyes are somehow even wider as he gawks.

a crack of thunder in the sky makes the baby shake even harder, and whine quietly under its heavy breathing. “we have to take it back with us.”

“are you crazy? we can’t do that.” neteyam shakes his head in disagreement. there’s no way his parents would allow him to bring such a predator into the village. he would be lectured for who knows how long.

“well, we can’t just leave it out here by itself!” you retaliate with a stern voice. you know, that you would never be able to live with yourself if you left this poor animal to fend for itself.

“it’s almost as big as you, my love. how will you take care of it?” he points out, which is very true.

“i have to. i won’t be able to live with my decision to leave her out here in the storm by herself…” you trail off as you scratch behind her ears. the animal purrs in your lap, making you grin.

“okay, fine. come on. we gotta get back to camp before the storm hits us.” neteyam sighs as he watches you stand up with the heavy creature in your arms. he can tell you’re struggling a bit, but you still have the biggest smile on your face.

“you alright?” he asks with a little chuckle, and eyes you suspiciously, “yes, i’m good! let’s go!” you chirp and start walking past him, but he stays in his spot and keeps an eye on you.

“my ikran is this way.” neteyam points the opposite way you’re walking, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment. you don’t know what would happen to you if you didn’t have him to be your personal GPS.

“let’s go.” you march past him, with a roar coming from the baby thanator.

neteyam watches you confidently walk forward with a little chuckle, shaking his head at you. he watches your tiny body walk farther away from him, letting his eyes wander over your backside.

he can’t understand how or why the baby thanator attached itself to you, a human, instead of a na’vi. he’s not even sure if a thanator would trust one of his people.

you’ve opened his eyes to entire new world, his own world. he doesn’t understand how you work, but all he knows is that you’re his.

this little human is all his, and somehow you seem as if you’re even more connected to his world than him; and he loves you even more for it.

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b1mbodoll · 6 months

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pairings: park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + omorashi + wombfucking + degradation + noncon (he pees inside without asking) + oral / facials

❤︎₊ ⊹ mean dom sunghoon treats his obedient lil puppygirl like a dumb mutt n makes you do the filthiest things just for him :( cums on your face or humps your fluffy tail when you sit on his lap n he can feel it wagging against him 🥺 but there’s nothing he loves more than humiliating his little pup by pissing on or inside of you, moaning deeply as he releases himself and makes a mess of your hole.

↳ sunghoon’s been pounding your sore lil puppycunt for what feels like forever, a mixture of his cum and yours spilling out of your hole with each thrust, the slick sound of his cock driving into your pussy making your fluffy ears twitch and your face heat up in embarrassment. “you’re such a good girl f’me, pup. always take my cock so well, i can’t get enough of this pretty pussy.” his words make you keen, tossing your head back and clenching around his length. he’s so deep inside, you swear he’s fucking your womb at this point and you can’t stop your tongue from lolling out when you feel his dick twitch.

he doesn’t warn you beforehand and the warmth catches you off guard, the stream of his piss flooding your insides and making your tail thrash wildly as you tremble beneath him. “that’s right, puppy. take it, just fuckin’ take it. you wanna be good, right?”

the thought of sunghoon thinking you’re a disobedient pup makes your stomach drop and you agree embarrassingly quick.

“yes hoonie! ‘m a good girl i’ll take w-whatever you give me! use me however you want.” sobs and hiccups escape you as he continues to forcefully thrust into you while filling you up, some of his piss leaking out of your hole from how full you are. you cum just from the feeling of his piss splashing in your womb and it makes you whine, cheeks burning in shame.

sunghoon stays buried inside of your pussy even after he’s finished, thick cock keeping all of his fluids inside. “my sweet girl, you’re so filthy,” he teases, a faux pout on his lips. “such a little pisswhore you came so fuckin’ quick.”

❤︎₊ ⊹ when i say he cums on ur face i mean he quite literally rubs his thick cock all over ur face <3 leaks precum over every inch of it n smirks meanly when you whimper n nuzzle against his length, desperate to feel his seed on your skin

↳ hoon swears you’re the best cockslut ever. always so obedient for him and allowing your owner to use you however he deems fit. he knows you live to obey and the need to serve him outweighs any shame or humiliation you feel when he reduces you to a depraved mutt.

“get on your knees, princess.” his tone is stern and you’re already sinking to the ground in front of him before your empty little head has time to process his order.

sunghoon’s cock is wet and messy with globs of cum but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing his length with one hand and tugging your hair harshly with the other, spitting on your cute little face and laughing meanly when your ears lay flat against your head, nose scrunching in surprise.

he grinds his cock against you, the cum around his dick making a mess of your sweet face and the sight makes him groan, drawing guttural moans of pleasure from him. “c’mon baby, you know what to do.”

you do know what to do and it’s obvious when you immediately bring a hand to cup his balls, your mouth falling open to lap at them with your tongue. he’s trained you so well and it makes pride bloom in his chest when you take his balls in your mouth, noisily sucking them without having to be told exactly what he wants.

pleasuring sunghoon makes your puppycunt drip with arousal, your hips moving on their own and humping the air like a bitch in heat as your hole clenches around nothing, making you realize how empty you feel without his cock inside of you.

it doesn’t take long for him to blow his load and you can feel his cock twitch against your face as he nears his release, hollowing your cheeks in an attempt to send him over the edge. he tightens his grip on your hair and his orgasm hits him hard, his choked groans like music to your ears as his cum spurts from his slit in ropes, the creamy substance is thick and sticky and some of it even lands on your fluffy ears, white globs dripping from the tip of your ear onto your hair.

you keep your eyes locked on your owner as he cums and it’s almost overwhelming to watch, drawing high pitched whines from you as you cum untouched, sunghoon’s obvious pleasure enough to make you cream around nothing.

#♡.the honeypot #enhypen #park sunghoon #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon smut #💌.hybrids #💌.omorashi #💌.womb fucking #💌.degradation #💌.noncon #💌.oral

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meowpupp · 3 months

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Hi , im here with a thought, i can just imagine puppy reader crying to price about what kyle did and how she was just curious and she didnt really wanna disobey and to please not get rid of her and stuff like that , so kyles punishment is eating the reader out just exactly as price wants , price i feel like is more aggressive and less forgiving towards kyle compared to reader , i feel like price has that "nothing is your fault ♡" attitude for his sweet pup

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owner!price x chubby!puppgirl x pup!kyle

tw//: p in v, oral (fem reciving), hybrid receiving, collars, rough sex, slight mention of overstim, fem reader, collars, probably my most filthy smut yet

prices heart breaks as you cry into his chest, clinging onto him tightly. in all his time with you, hes never seen you so distraught. your body is almost shaking, tail low and ears pulled back as you sob and babble. he just holds you tight, rubbing a big hand firmly up and down your back. “Shhh, s’okay pup. Talk t’me when youre ready, okay?”

It takes almost ten minutes, tears still spilling down your face as you pull back to look up to him. “please, m sorry captain. i didnt mean t’break the rules,” your words are interrupted by uncontrollable hiccups and stutters, hands gripping his shirt tightly, “please sir, please don get rid of me. i promise ill be good!! wont ever break the rules again, please!!!” you break down into a fit of sobs again, whimpering into his chest as he holds you tight.

He easily lifts you up, your body melting into his as he sits you ontop him. you now straddle his lap, burying your face into his neck. its almost sweet, how youre so desperate for his comfort despite your expectation of rejection. price just holds you tight, hands firm and secure on your body, breath steady and soothing. once you calm, he slowly pulls the story out of you. every little detail.

he tries to hide the way his face darkens as you speak, his eyes narrowing as you explain what kyle had done. once youre done, he sighs, hands still rubbing circles on your back. he glances over your shoulder, eyes lingering on the garage door.

“stay here, okay? Be a good girl f’me and strip. kyles gonna say sorry for bein so mean.” with a kiss on your forehead, he lays you down on the couch, leaving you to follow his instructions.

within ten minutes he returns, not even glancing at you as he enters. his eyes are trained on kyle, watching him closely. a leash is clipped to his sprenger collar. a new addition.

he forces the other pup to kneel at your feet, hands forceful and grip rough. kyle is huge, broad-shouldered and muscular, looming over you between your spread legs, his eyes trained on your pretty cunt. you can almost see him drool, licking his teeth as he looks over your exposed body as if wanting nothing more than to grip onto plush waist and bury himself 9 inches deep.

youre snapped back into reality as price tugs harshly on kyles leash, making the collar dig into his neck. “Speak, mutt.” the tone of his voice almost makes you curl into yourself. he sounds vicious, angrier than youve ever seen him.

kyle eyes meet yours for the first time, “im… sorry.” he mumbles half-assed. you can tell hes itching for your soft body. its almost torture having you spread out for him, yet denied the permission to touch.

price almost growls as he tugs the leash harder, causing kyles eyes to widen for a moment. “fuck, im sorry, i swear.”

price lets out a huff, pushing kyles head down, making him come face to face with your pretty cunt. “Show her, mutt. Apologise properly.”

its almost instant the way kyle buries his head in you. his hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you flush to his face. his nose bumping your clit as drinks in your slick. its perverted, the wet noises that fill the room, the way he groans as ruts into the couch as he devours you.

price doesnt allow him an inch of space, denying him reprieve from your drooling cunt. his voice cuts through the mix of moans, directing kyle exactly what to do. telling him how fast, how slow, whether to suck your clit or thrust his tongue. hes almost cruel, tugging kyles collar harshly each time he doesnt listen, leaving angry red marks around his neck.

but to you? well, how could he ever be mean to his sweet girl? a calloused hand cups your cheek, his low, growly voice talking you through your nth orgasm. he kisses your forehead, letting you hold his free hand tightly as your legs shake and your hips buck, your voice filling the room as you cry out.

its only once kyles face is completely covered in your slick that he lets the pup pull away. hes panting, cock straining against his pants as he aches for release. kyles eyes meet prices, desperate and needy. “Captain, please, fuck,” his hands twitch as they hold your thighs, resisting the urge to pull your twitching cunt closer, “let me fuck her, ill make her feel so fucking good, have her screaming for you-”

hes cut off, eyes wide as price harshly grips his jaw. “When are you gonna learn?” price reaches down, palming kyles growing tent, making the pup whine, “shes not yours to fuck.” he lets go, pushing kyle to the ground, denied and throbbing.

price makes him watch as he gently picks you up, pulling you once again into his lap. your back presses to his chest, legs hooked around his knees, forced to spread. Price is quick to unbutton his pants, sinking you down on his fat dick. you can feel his hot breath tickle your neck as he laughs, finding amusement in the way your back bows as he forces himself deep inside you.

his hands trail up the curve of your waist, coming up to cup your tits. he squeezes the fat, grinning as it bulges between the gaps of his fingers. you can both hear kyles whines, eyes trained on you as price starts to toy with your nipples for a moment. “moan for me pretty girl, let him hear how good i stretch out your tight fuckin cunt, how your pretty body belongs t’me.” his beard tickles you as his lips brush your neck, “bounce f’me pup, show kyle what hes missing out on.”

the roll of your hips is hypnotising, kyles eyes wide as he drinks in the sight. your tits slightly jiggle each time you come down, your thighs spread wide as price shows off your swollen cunt. “see that kyle? how she takes me?” price reaches out, gripping kyles arm and pulling. he lands with his cheek pressed against the soft pudge of your tummy, able to feel as price fills you with each thrust, “feel that?” price fucks up harder into you, making your body jolt as you squeak, “thats only for good fuckin pups.”

he pushes kyle away again, leaving him to fall onto the floor, cock throbbing and aching as he watches your pretty cunt get ruined by your rightful owner <3

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alistairsmonstercafe · 4 months

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NSFW How to keep your werewolf happy Guide 01

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART ?

NOTICE; TOP/DOM Male Hybrid Reader

CHARACTER; Sub/Bottom Soap

CW; Scent Kink, cock warming, face fucking.

ADDITIONAL; I don't mind Fem/Fem aligned readers reading but don't feel insulted/complain that I strictly don't do Fem reader, not my cuppa tea mate.

INSPIRATION; @/Bluegiragi Monster AU on Twt and Tumblr

NOTE; This will be a mini series staring our favorite little hybrids. Part ? Will be a poll of a repeat character or a non 141 character.

It isn't a surprise as your working away at your office, hands slow yet steady as you finish off writing the recent report about Captain Price's mission hours prior. You helped out this way when you weren't needed for a mission or on heat/rut leave. In this case, there was simply no need today. And you were fine with that. You could easily relax to the sound of nothing but yourself.

Well. That's what it was before. Usually, you're quite familiar with who's outside your door, with how specific everyone is in their own knocks, Gaz and his light yet solid knocks, Price and his rougher yet slowed pace knocks, and Ghost, who of course, doesn't always give the courtesy of knocking, only knowing it bugs you, after all.

But It was was when a sudden knock and a quick opening that left you rather less time to say 'come in' and more confusion as who the fuck could be disturbing you so suddenly. Sour words lay on your tongue until you saw your mate. Soap looked tired and seemingly agitated as he walked over, his eyes not bothering to look at you as he moved you and your chair and found himself slumped to his knees beneath the desk. His face by your belt, his tail seeming limp.

"Soap? What happened out there?" You ask, your voice laced with mild concern. It's rare to see him all beat up like this, his tail left with weak attempts at a wag and his ears folded back, and your eyes soften. "Soap, pup, speak to me." You coo softly as your hand cups his chin. He looks up at you, his eyes gentle, and he nuzzles into it. "M'rough day ou' in tha field." Is all he speaks out. It seems the day weighing on his shoulders. "M'don wanna think." He whispers, and you know what to do.

You allow yourself out of your belt, the sound leaves Soap perking up slightly and watching, his eyes looking down at your cock. And soon enough, you're somewhat out of your boxers, and Soap looks up as if awaiting an okay to his favorite treat. "Go ahead." You murmur, stroking a hand through his hair, and he happily goes down on you, sloppy wet tongue sliding up and down your cock, moaning at how it makes his mind all fuzzy and soft with no thought in mind.

Your touches begin soft, caring and loving as you whisper praise. It's only soon enough that you begin fucking his face, guiding his head up and down it with your hand as you grunt out. And Soap has no complaints as you do, sucking away eagerly as drool slips down his reddened lips.

The smell of your musk from previous training earlier drives him mad, eyes eagerly looking up at you for your approval, as his tail wacks the inside of the desk with each wag. His mouth stuffed full of the cock he loves so much.

He was quick to move his mouth up and down, tongue lapping at it as if you were the sweetest treat.

Constantly looking up to you for praise or your loving eyes, and a rumbling purr each time you caressed his hair, the scratch behind his ear making him melt.

Panting as he pulls off and a string of drool and whatnot is left, he looks up and smiles in baited breath. The little spot in his cargo pants dripping cum is enough to tell you, you've done a good job.

"M'gonna cum pup, you ready?" You ask of him in deep pants, and he nods quickly, moving his pace right down to the base of your cock, his hands fondling your balls a little as he tries to chase your sweet release. And with each push of your hand on his head, he remains at the base of your cock until you've finished, his mouth stays on until he swallowed it all.

He looks up at you, his breathing a little heavy as his lips were still wrapped around your cock.

But, reports are still reports. So you offer Soap to cock warm you for the remainder of the afternoon. And that's something Soap is sure to agree too.

Aftermath;

Price is quick to not open the door at a mere wiff of passing by your office. But he isn't denying that he's had a thought of doing so..

#john soap mactavish #cod #cod mw2 #soap x reader #male reader #soap x male reader #werewolf soap #alistair writes ☕️#top reader #dom reader #sub soap

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batfleshh · 13 days

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Late night visit

Ghost X M!DH!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, back on my dog hybrid agenda bc I miss Ghost, insomnia sucks, trouble sleeping, gay sex, no established relationship, you ride him, sleepy sex ig, idk how to put warnings these, praise, cockwarming(?), pup is said, soft and gentle Simon guys, spit as lube, not proofread

Every clock you look at makes you feel so helpless, watching the way the red numbers tick down is so agonizing.

4:28 AM

4:29 AM

You’re wandering around base aimlessly, your eyes burning from lack of sleep but you just can’t seem to force yourself into that unconscious state. You’ve tried cuddling up with Price in his bed, only to lie awake with your ears twitching at his snoring. You left his room after that, opting to go lay with Soap instead. When you attempted it, you quickly learned how much the Sergeant moved in his sleep. You left that room too when you were shoved unintentionally off the bed. You grumble out of frustration, knowing you’re gonna be in hell trying to keep yourself awake the rest of the upcoming day.

You finally stop in front of Ghosts room after a while of walking, fiddling with your shirt before cracking open the door. You weren’t entirely sure if you were allowed in there or not, but you just decided to take the chance of being scolded and yelled at. You approach his bed, his large silhouette not hard to miss laying in his bed. You walk up to his bed, reaching a hand to tap at his arm. You yelp in surprise as his hand grabs your wrist out of reflex, whining as he shoots up and glares at you. You lets go after realizing who you were, huffing in annoyance as he glances at the digital clock resting on his nightstand.

“Why are you up, solider?” He questions you, staring at you and taking note of your body language. You begin to tell him about your troubles sleeping, and how you’ve tried multiple times to lay somewhere and get rest. He grunts out a response, scarred hand rubbing his forehead. He mumbles something to you along the lines of, “don’t lay too close to me,” and you excitedly climb onto his bed. You feel the mattress dip under your weight, curling up next to him and finally shutting your eyes. You sigh through your nose, trying to get yourself to sleep.

You lay there with your eyes closed for a while, before you sit up, whining and looking over at the clock again. It reads “4:56 AM” and you feel like you want to cry out of both frustration and annoyance. You sit up, moving closer to Ghost and shaking his arm. It doesn’t take much force to get him up, his eyes glaring at you in the darkness of the room, only being illuminated by the moonlight shining through a window. You mumble about how hard it is for you to fall asleep, small sniffles starting to leave you as he sits up, sighing. He notices your emotions starting to spill, sighing once again and cursing to himself.

“What do you need, boy? What do you need me to do?” He questions you, pulling you closer to him and letting you nuzzle yourself against him. You just shrug, ears twitching on your head. You give him a look, a whimper falling past your lips as you stare at his clothes, eyes traveling down his body. You hesitantly move your hands toward his pants, looking at him for permission before you continue. You watch his eyes train over your movements, a noise of approval leaving him as he guides your hand closer.

“S’That it, pup? You wanna get fucked to sleep?” He asks you with a rough edge to his voice, humming as you nod into his neck. You straddle him, rubbing your eyes and freeing his cock from his clothes. You give it a few strokes, his size catching you off guard at first. You whine at the feeling of it in your hand, feeling him move around to prep you. You feel your boxers be lowered, moaning softly at the feeling of his saliva coated fingers prodding at your entrance. It takes him a little bit, but Simon places a gently kiss to your neck when he’s done getting you ready. You’re lifted up and leaned forward against him, moaning and whimpering at the feeling of his tip entering you.

It takes you a bit to get fully relaxed, tears prickling in your eyes as you’re stretched open by every inch of his cock. You latch your hands onto his shirt, his scarred face leaned up against your head. Your tail wags slightly behind you, Ghost thrusting his hips up into you made you feel blissed out. His pace is slow, allowing you to get your own bounces in as you rub your face into his neck. Being treated this gently with Ghost always put you in a certain headspace, allowing you to let go knowing you’re able to get taken care of. You both had rare moments like this, especially with how much you would cling to Price most of the time. But you still appreciate his efforts regardless.

You whine as your eyes grow heavy, slowing your pace down. You can’t help but squirm around on his cock, panting and whining more. You feel his larger hand wrap around your cock, helping you finish before you end up knocking out right then and there. You bite down on his shoulder as you release onto his knuckles, breathing heavily as you lay your head down on the same shoulder. You begin to shut your eyes slowly, listening to Simon hush you as whimpers fall past your lips. Ghost lets you stay on his cock, not bothering to help you off of it. He kisses at your shut eyelids when you finally close them, finally able to start drifting off.

~ ★

a/n: I’m tired

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lululandd · 10 months

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rabid; (i.)

pairing: platonic simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

word count: 956

warnings: comedy, aftermath of torture, mild gore

note: heheh >:3 (also on ao3)

summary:

ghost has a love-hate relationship with his neighbour of six years. on one hand they’re quiet enough, nice enough, considerate enough and never once had bothered him in any way, but on the other hand he is a highly trained soldier with highly trained senses and the things he hears travelling through his walls are batshit insane.

part i. | part ii. | part iii. | part iv.

He guesses they are an entertainer or a comedian or some sort because on rare occasions, they—whether he wanted to or not—made him laugh. The absurdity of the questions and things that came out of their mouth really makes him feel like he has a glimpse of what a worry free civilian life could be.

On one particularly rowdy night he heard the one sided conversation about anal, which rapidly escalated to how peoples arseholes can stretch up to seven inches in diameter and therefore, theoretically could fit two smaller raccoons.

He listened in fascinated horror how that thought came into their mind, how they associated arseholes with raccoons, and why in christ fuck did they sound so cheerful about it. Maybe he’s just a battle hardened, workaholic soldier that has only seen carnage and suffering, but even if such a thought came to his mind, it would not be classified as a happy thought and he would not laugh about it.

Until eight months later where he’s interrogating an American that he really wants to just straight up murder and remembers his neighbour.

He opens the door that leads to the rest of the warehouse and calls out to his men, “I need two raccoons. Small but not pups.”

He was met with silence and a confused looks, but he saw Gaz and Soap get on it and round up several soldiers.

“Alive!” He barked at them.

—

Soap looked worriedly at Gaz, “What do you think he’s gonna do with live raccoons?”

The other man shrugged, “You think he’s gonna threaten him with rabies?” Gaz gnashed his teeth together, “Let them bite him or something?”

One of the Lance Corporals behind them chimed, “I kinda wanna see.”

In came a chime of ‘yeah’s from the other men.

—

Ghost had made sure the American in question heard his request of the live raccoons before taking a seat on the table holding all his tools and lighting up a cigarette.

He looked at the man’s surroundings, the litter of teeth and nails on the floor, three parts of his severed ring finger, and the blood splatters on the makeshift plastic floor. The cleanup crew’s gonna at least be a little happy about that.

“You like raccoons, mate?” He offers, lighting what seemed to be his third cigarette.

The question caught him off guard. “What?”

“Raccoons. Trash pandas. Those chubby lil wankers with grubby hands.” He curled his palms and did mock scratching motions.

“You’re crazy.” He spat.

“I am.” For even thinking of trying this over his neighbour’s demented jokes.

Fourty five minutes later Gaz came knocking on his door.

“Got your furry friends, boss.” He gestures at a cage sitting by the door. The animals seemed calm, they couldn’t have just nicked it from some random bins and throw them in there.

“Cheers, Gaz.” He saw the man linger. “Anything else?”

“Can we observe, Sir?”

“No.” came his quick answer. If he really has to do what he thinks he’s gonna do, he’d rather his men not see it. They’ve seen so much in their line of work already, he doesn’t want to add to their nightmares.

Imagining one of them having PTSD from seeing a harmless animal makes him feel guilty.

He took the cage from Gaz’s hands and placed it nicely on the floor, a little way away from the American’s feet.

“You know that saying?” He puts on his best southern accent, mimicking Graves. “What crawled up your butt and died?”

The man’s eyes widened and he tried so hard to shift further into his seat, trying to create as much distance between them as possible. Ghost lets the moment go on for a little longer. It makes all the difference, really; whether you rush into the torture or letting them sit and wonder about the choices they think they have.

“I heard somewhere that your arse can stretch up to seven inches in diameter.” He pointed at the raccoons, “The normal sized bastards can fit into a four inch hole. But I’m being nice today and gonna give these smaller ones some wiggle room.”

He can’t help but crouch closer to the cage and coo at them as the man starts yelling for help.

“So.” He said in a calm voice, listing his head slowly when the man had stopped screaming his throat dry. “Since I’m a very nice man today I’m gonna give you two options.”

Fat rolls of tears had started to run down the man’s cheeks, his chest heaving as he begged for mercy.

“Do you want me to sedate these raccoons so they don’t claw your insides or do you wanna..” He remembers a word that floated into his flat one night, “..rawdog it?”

—

Soap had never seen a cleaner interrogation room before. Not from Ghost, the man’s usually so brutal about it. He remembers seeing parts of a live brain one time because Ghost had bashed their skull so badly and remembered having to shoot the person dead out of pity. But today? The intel was good, the man was still alive with almost all of his body parts; save for some of his teeth and nails and the chopped up finger,

and the raccoons.

They were alive and Ghost seemed to never have opened the cage at all.

—

When Ghost came home that month he heard his neighbour say something about a ‘little birthday celebration’ for tomorrow. He checked his watch and decided to walk to the bakery and get them some cake. That last operation went smoothly, and he has them to thank.

He can’t wait to hear what other mental things that will come out of their mouth in the future and apply them to his work.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagines #call of duty #scuffed writing

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temptacioun · 5 months

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yandere ! fushiguro toji

requested by anon

it took quite a while of. . training to get where you were right now. when the big buff man first kidnapped you and put you in chains you were quite the sight. snapping at him and yelling profanities, eyebrows cinched into a frown when all he did was laugh at your tantrums.

he didn’t seem to take you seriously — and really, toji didn’t. he found it quite amusing at first. though that quickly faded when you continued to bitch at him and make his head thump with an annoying throbbing. seems he needed to take a much rougher approach, like training a rabid animal.

“shut your yappin’ — if you’re gonna keep bitchin’ like that i’ll snap your fucking tongue.” and he waves around a little switchblade a bit too close for comfort and you eye him suspiciously but you shut your lips close eventually. “if ya wanna busy your mouth so much i could help with that.” he chuckles, and you don’t even want to know what he means.

but it lasts a mere two days before you’re picking fights again and he’s had enough.

“you really wanna be a fuckin’ bitch, huh.” he mutters under his breath, reaching a hand out and grasping your hair in a ponytail — pulling you up and over his lap, easily putting an end to your squirming with a hand pressed to your lower back. his fingers skim over the exposed skin of your thigs and his touch makes your skin crawl ; he’s never allowed you more than his shirts to wear.

“i’ll fuckin’ discipline you like one then.” you suck in a sharp breath when he lands the first hit on your rear and feel your ass jiggle at the action. but you don’t stay quite for long, he makes sure about that while he delivers a string of hits against your butt and thighs until the skin turns red and breaks — until you’re crying and screaming, gasping for air and clawing at his thighs to get away.

“i’m sorry!” you wail, lips blubbering with spit and vision blurry with tears. “i— i’m so—sorry please!” toji doesn’t let up until he’s decided you’re really sorry. when he knows you won’t be able to sit without hurting for days.

he’s much sweeter now that you’ve learned. the end is inevitable, and it’s much nicer when you don’t fight.

he’s always so happy when you sit and greet him at the door when he comes back, like a proper pup. no more bite left and you don’t dare bark. crawling into his lap and resting your head into the crook of his neck like the sweet thing you’re supposed to be. and his big hands stroke your back gently, cupping your ass in his palms with a soft grope.

he just loves his pretty little pup.

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere fushiguro toji #yandere toji #yandere toji x reader #yandere x reader #request

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gatorbites-imagines · 8 months

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Might be weird to ask but petplay? I just think certain COD men *cough cough* soap *cough cough* would be esp good as dumb puppies y'know?

COD petplay headcanons

Little do you know anon, I enjoy petplay, so this is no weird question at all. And you are so right. Petplay COD be upon ye.

Ill be going on holiday all of next week, so if you guys are fine with shorter replies i can write some on my phone, let me know what you think.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Soap is such a good pup, kind of a brat sometimes but its because he wants your attention. You’ll catch him crawling around with your clothes in his mouth or half crawled under the kitchen table, his lower body still sticking out as he chews on something he shouldn’t be chewing on.

Whines loudly and paws at your leg for attention any time you aren’t paying attention to him. Can’t you see how good he’s being? How tempted his tummy is when he rolls onto his back? Don’t you wanna rub it?

The type to crawl around in a jockstrap, a harness, a collar, a puphood and pup gloves. Don’t forget the plug with a tail attached so he can wag so prettily for you, or so it can wag all over the place when he’s feeling playful.

Sadly, you’ll have to punish the poor pup on the regular, he makes a mess and can’t keep himself from humping your leg or crawling onto the furniture to lick and bite at you. Its not unusual to find him humping pillows in your bedroom, whining for you.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Hes more calm than the others, but don’t expect that means he’s less of a troublemaker. Will steal your keys or your clothes and hide them under the bed, or under his dog bed so that you can’t leave. Will chew on your belts and throw your laundry all over the place.

A whiner too, has this warbled pathetic sounding whine he lets out when you tell him to stay still and quiet so you can work, but settles down if hes allowed to wrap around your feet. It always ends up with him chewing or licking your ankles though.

Wears a getup similar to Soap, with the jockstrap, harness, hood and gloves. Likes how it makes him dependent on you as his master to take care of him. Sometimes he just gets home from a mission, puts on his hood, and lays down with his head in your lap to calm down from the day.

Tries to be more sneaky when he’s horny, like subtly grinding into the floor or his dog bed, or sitting down and wiggling in his spot so he can move his plug around inside him. You always catch him though, since he starts that warbly whine when he gets close but can’t finish without you.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

The most well-behaved pup, think like a well-trained military dog. Always standing straight on all fours, back straight, head lifted, and chest puffed out. He soaks up any praise you give him with a gruff bark and a small wag.

Doesn’t regularly whine, is more of a barker or growler. He growls the most if there are other pups around that try to get close to you or play with him, as he’s always standing on guard in front of you. You always have to muzzle him around other pups cuz Ghost does nip at times, especially when other pups are acting up and he needs to correct their behavior.

Tends to do play either fully dressed in his military gear, just a tail strapped to his belt and a customized hood with his skull paint. Or fully naked, only wearing maybe a harness, a spikey collar, his hood, his tail, and a cockcage unless you need it off.

If Ghost is in the mood, you’ll invite other pups over (unless you are poly and have multiple partners who are pups) and Ghost will assert himself as the alpha amongst them. This is where you take the cage off him so he can push down the other pups and take them. He will always arch his back for you though, or roll onto his back and spread his legs with a tiny barely audible whine for you.

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

A very quiet pup and doesn’t act up much, tends to be more on the chill side. Hes even allowed in the furniture since he wont mess it up like others, and likes to curl up beside you with his head in your lap.

When hes feeling it though, like if you’ve been apart for a while, he might start growing antsy. Crawling around in front of you or sitting right by your feet and letting out tiny barely audible whines. It always ends up with him pawing at your knee and looking at you with the most lethal puppy eyes ever.

Doesn’t wear as much gear at the others, I don’t think he would enjoy the gloves that make his hands unusable, and the hood might feel too restrictive to him. Instead hed just resort to walking on his knuckles, wearing a headband with ears, and maybe wearing a belt with a tail on top of his boxers.

A licker, he doesn’t say much, but you will know he’s truly in the mood when he starts licking you all over. Licking at your hands, your legs, your torso, slobbering all over your pants and crotch until you open your belt and give him what he wants.

Phillip Graves

Another troublemaking pup, a brat. Rips up pillows and gnaws on your belts and wallet. The type you have to play tug of war with for your belt as he growls and yips, wagging his tail and drooling on the floor.

The kinda pup you’ll have to spank and punish in other ways, not out of this world to put him in a cockcage or crate for the night if he’s acted out way too much. He enjoys it very much though, so it’s nothing he hasn’t asked for himself. Graves has probably come up with some of the punishments himself.

Hes fully geared up, hood, gloves, tail and all, except he wouldn’t wear a jockstrap, just fully naked expect for the pup parts. Hes not always wearing a cage as its only for punishment, so you can catch him grinding against stuff sometimes.

The most effective punishment for him is overstimulation, laying him across your lap and jerking him off until he’s whining and writhing and shaking, where after you’ll let him cuddle against your chest after cleaning him up, praising him and giving him good aftercare.

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 10 months

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I had an idea but I also such so I wanna jsut ell you it amd see what happens.

Danny is crouching behind a dumpster, holding his leg to try to put some pressure on his bleeding leg. He had been on the streets for months, using his powers to keep off the Bats' radar and simply survive when he got caught up in an unexpected gang fight. Luckily, he was able to escape unnoticed. Unluckily he had Cujo with him and his ghost puppy was protective so when a stray gunshot hit his leg and he fell down he couldn't stop him from attack the perpetrator in defense of Danny. Bow yhe Bats most certainly know he's here and are after them but he's too injured to run far enough and whatever was on that bullet is messing with his powers!!

Omg yes! Is Danny part of a child gand in this? I feel like he should be if only to help protect those other kids. Maybe he runs to one of thier hidey-holes but the bats find him anyway.

Danny thinks they're here for him and he's prepared to go down kicking and screaming.

Instead they ask about Cujo and lecture him on hiding such a dangerous animal and ask if he was expiramented on. Danny, still fearful of the bats and the Justice League due to the anti-ecto acts, just goes along with that and they offer read: demand to give Danny and Cujo dog training classes lest they take Cujo away.

Cujo at this point was his only remaining friend and Danny was desperate to keep him by his side. Plus if they found out Cujo was a ghost...Danny didn't want to think about what would happen to his pup.

So now he is here with Robin, trying and failing to get Cujo to listen to his commands. His only comfort is that he listens to Robins demands even less.

#the alien answers #deadserious #dead serious #because i can #i have like 50 asks in my inbox im scared and sorry

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redbleedingrose · 3 months

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Girl Dad!Eris when the Babes are Sick Headcanons

A/N: I was harassing @augustinerose with all my girl dad!Eris thoughts today, so I thought I would expand and share with you all, and maybe go into what the newborn stage was like for you and girl dad!Eris if y’all would like. And then maybe even what it was like postpartum with Girl Dad!Eris supporting you every step of the way.

Sigh, I am in love with the male!!! Send freaking help!!!!!!

During toddlerhood, when one of the girls is sick, the other babe is also feeling crummy :(

They are absolutely gonna climb outta their small beds and hold each others hands walking from their room to your door at the end of the hall, their guard dog following them on their heels and standing closely behind them. It is usually precious Twila who uses her small chubby fist to knock on the door, barely making any noise, but enough that the pups laying at the foot of our bed will come and see what's going on first.

Eris wakes up so fast, he is sucha light sleeper at a baseline that the slightest noise has his eyes snapping open. You, on the other hand, would stay passed out cuz its 3:30 in the morning, and also, you are incredibly warm and comfortable with Eris in bed. You feel utterly at ease and protected with Eris, so as the years went on, your sleeping has become heavier. Eris often teases you for snoring, like the smug bastard he is because he sleeps like the dead with at least one hand resting somewhere on your body.

Anyway, by the time the girls are poking their very curly, messy, bedheads beyond the door to peer inside your room, Er is already halfway to the door to see what they need. When they are feeling sick, all they wanna do is cuddle up to mama and papa and each other in your huge bed, and Eris has no qualms pressing soft, gentle kisses onto their warm foreheads and scooping them up into his arms, resting both of them on each hip before bringing them to your bed.

Marwa usually snuggles with you, ever the mamas girl, and Twila, ever the papas girl, will snuggle in with her papa. Don’t get me wrong, Marwa shoves at least one foot into Eris' side, her tiny toe nails digging into his rib cage, probably to feel his warmth, because she too, just like her mama, and gets overheated way too fast. It doesn't matter cause regardless, she will press her entire body up into yours, practically climbing on top of you while you sleep and shoves her face into your neck before passing out.

Marwa will pass out soooo fast, but Twila, our chatty little girl (maybe less so when she is sick), will babble quietly though not as quickly as usual, to her papa who is exhausted but will quietly hum and nod along to his babes ramblings while rubbing her back and stroking/brushing through her messy hair with his warm fingers until she falls asleep against his chest. And only then, when his girls are comfortably asleep, with one tiny foot digging into his side and a toddler resting on his chest, one of his hands tucked underneath your head (that is extremely numb though he will never ever complain about it) acting as your pillow, will he let himself go back to sleep.

He would obviously be the first to wake up in the morning, being high lord has trained his body to wake up at around sunrise. Before you and your babes, he would be up and out of bed within seconds of waking up, anxious to start his day to avoid the scrutiny and abuse of his father. After becoming high lord, after you coming into his life and giving him the best thing that has ever happened to him (that being your love and your children), he tries to stay in bed for at least half an hour to soak in the warmth and peace. He adores listening to your soft snores, and whenever the girls join you in bed, he cannot get enough of the small huffs and puffs of Marwa and Twila while they snooze away.

He shifts Twila into your side so he can get up, but you better believe that if his babes aren’t feeling well, he is going to be the one taking care of them alongside you. He would never let you feel alone in parenting, never make you feel like you are with a male who is incompetent in taking care of his girls.

The first thing he would do, is really only a secret between you and him. But he does have a morning cigarette to ease his nerves. It is a horrible habit he picked up during his teenage years, and after centuries of using it as a coping mechanism, he hasn’t been able to fully quit. You know he does it, and while you encourage him to stop, you recognize that he used to chain smoke, one cigarette trapped between his pretty lips after the other. The fact he only needs one in the morning to get him through the day, he finds quite unbelievable. It is another thing that he credits to you, another reason that he marvels at you.

Plus you cannot deny how hot Er looks while leaning against the balcony railing, shirtless with a cigarette held in his mouth . The hazy look in his hooded eyes, the smoke blowing out of his nose after a deep inhale, the way his entire body relaxes against the crisp autumn air. He is a sight to behold, so you can let one cigarette go. Knowing Er, he is probably gonna quit before the babes are old enough to realize he does smoke.

Anyway, moving on, after his morning routines of his cigarette, a 15 minute cold shower, mouth smelling minty fresh, and dressed in the most immaculate grey sweatpants and white long sleeve (that does nothing to hide his broad chest and toned arms (the slut knows what he is doing smh)), he is headed to the kitchen to cook you all up some breakfast. Usually, this is around the time that you join him, hugging him from behind and pressing kisses into the space between his shoulders while he leans back into you, but you are in bed with the babes, which means it will be nearly impossible for you to escape without one of them noticing, so he remains in the solace of the empty kitchen.

Because the girls are feeling crummy, I think Er would focus on making a warm maple and cinnamon flavored oatmeal for them and herbs steeping in the warm spring water that he will put into their sippy cups for them to use. Then he focuses on making you some breakfast. He knows you usually don’t each much in the morning anyway, so he makes for the both of you, a couple of pieces of honey and cream toast that you will share, and two cups spiced cardamom chai on the side.

He would wanna spend the day with you and the babes, especially if they aren’t feeling to good. Most of the day is probably going to be spent in your bed, and to be honest, those are Eris’ favorite kinds of days. The girls love to snuggle up next to you both and take naps intermittently throughout the day, and the times they are awake are spent reading books to them, playing games like “I-spy” while they peer out your balcony with their big curious eyes, and also just listening to their babbles and rants.

They are very opinionated girls, and they are happy to share with their papa that they think Forest House should be painted pink and purple, and all the curtains should be changed to a daisy yellow color to make your home look more inviting and “princessy.”

He would probs do it too, make Forest House into a doll house for his perfect little babes, but your amused nods, your cooing and giggling as they prattle on about making sure the carpets are yellow to match the curtains has him nearly certain your babes interior designer skills are too top tier for you. Though, he might be able to convince you to change up their play room decor.

Ugh and he just lives for when you are asleep with the babes, he spends hours watching over you three, thanking the gods and mother that he was blessed with such a beautiful, elegant mate who is the perfect mom, thanking the cauldron for his perfect babes, and honestly, praying for time to stop so that he can live in that moment forever, in pure happiness and peace.

#rose rambles #Eris x reader #Eris vanserra x reader #girl dad!eris #girl dad eris #marwa and Twila #Girl dad!Eris x reader #girl dad hc #eris vanserra fanfic #acotar eris vanserra #acotar hcs #acotar headcanons #Eris drabbles #soft eris #acotar drabbles #rose writes

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charliedawn · 2 months

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Hey, I don't see any post saying requests are closed. Please correct me it I'm wrong, and I'll resend this ask when they're open :)

I saw one of your slasher posts about an new patient who was an omega and I've been wondering how a/b/o au slashers would react to a beta new patient who they saw as their own pup?(basically everyone is a father figure to this kid lol) I love platonic fluff and you're one of the few slasher writers who write platonic stuff and I love your writing, please stay hydrated and have a good day! :D

Here you go 😁 And thank you.

Freddy Krueger:

"You and I…we gonna be best buddies."

Freddy is a beta. Meaning: no real dominance or protective instincts.

He’d basically laugh his ass off while you run around and cause havoc or eat popcorn with Pennywise while they watch.

He’d train you in the ways of 'don’t give a toss' and 'get outta my way, bitch'.

Freddy would still protect you if he sees you in real danger, but he’d be the type of cool dad who just wants to chill and walk around in flip flops.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms would be a worry heart.

He’d worry 24/7 about you.

Have you eaten ? Have you drank ? Have you slept well ? Are you hurt ? Do you wanna play ?…

He’d cry his eyes out if he sees a scratch on you and whoever would dare cause you harm would end up beaten up.

Brahms is strong—even though he is an omega. He’d be the one to take care of you and make sure you’re perfectly safe.

Arthur Fleck:

Arthur would give you the best advice. He’s a beta—but used to be an omega. He’d have the heart without being overemotional about things.

"Don’t worry, things can look up. You just gotta wait and see."

"Be a doll and smile. Smiling will open up many doors for you."

"Do not listen to Freddy, sweetie. He is a bad influence. Matter-of-fact ? Do not listen to anyone else but me and Michael."

He would be your voice of reason in your darkest moments, but don’t ALWAYS listen to him because he is a patient for a reason…

Penny:

Overpossessive. Overprotective. Overthinking. Overdoing.

Penny would be the embodiment of "over-the-top". Doesn’t have any chill and would bite and scratch if anyone as much as looks at you the wrong way.

He can also read minds…which can be kind of a problem.

Penny *growls at a nurse* : "I DARE you to say what you want to say, coward."

He would also be very playful and play with you all day long. He’s got unending energy and would even put on shows for you.

Michael Myers:

Michael would be the only responsible one, as the Alpha of the slashers.

He’d make sure to never allow you near his knives or any sharp objects. He’d teach you self-defense. He’d also cook for you and teach you all of his skills (non-lethal)

He would also protect you but, would always use a weapon that won’t be too traumatic for your adorable self…like a baseball batt or a something else to just knock out the person who dared attack your person.

But Myers ? Myers would kill for you.

Myers has no parental instinct or remorse.

He kills because he can.

Father Paul Hill:

Father Paul—as a Beta—would protect you with his life. He always wanted to be a father and would immediately take you under his wing.

Comparing to other slashers, you could almost call him a pacifist. He would never start a fight. Never.

He would teach you and give you a proper education. He would also take care of you and give you the affection you need.

And if you get hurt ?

He’d protect you—no matter the cost.

Father Paul *covered in blood and crying* : "No…No no no…Not again. Please. Not again."

Patrick Bateman:

Patrick Bateman would teach you how to kill and get away with murder. He is a Beta himself, but always hated that title because he always saw himself as an Alpha.

He’d explain to you the human anatomy and how to chop off a body in the most efficient and effective way possible.

He would also teach you the ways of society and bureaucracy like no one else could. Patrick is very observant and dangerous. He has no empathy.

Meaning: Make sure he KEEPS liking you.

Patrick *looking at you and wondering if having a kid is worth it and how he’d do it to get rid of you before smiling and locking the thought into a very far away box at the back of his mind*

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent is an Omega. He would fight tooth and nail to protect you.

He’d also let you braid his hair and you’d draw together or do some fun artsy activities.

He’d show you how to do pottery and play with clay to make animal shapes or even human-like.

But, Vincent is in therapy and is being closely monitored and watched so he wouldn’t show you how to make wax people.

He would also be very affectionate with you and give you a lot of hugs, unlike Bo who would just pat your head and call it a day.

Jack Torrance:

"Let’s get takeout." Jack’s favourite sentence.

Jack would be a very lazy and chill kinda dad for a beta. He would take you to movies or read you a book.

He also loves food so…he’d get you pizza or nachos and you’d just settle on the couch with him and do nothing—just chilling.

He’d be the dad you go to when you don’t wanna do anything and you’re tired. He’d also be the type to live in his pajamas and tell you that it’s too early at 1pm.

You would then just sleep or he’d tell you things about his old life if he’s up for it.

He would protect you if you are in danger, but he would make sure that you don’t get into trouble in the first place cause you can’t do no wrong when you’re chilling all day…

#freddy krueger x child!reader #brahms heelshire x child!reader #arthur fleck x child!reader #penny x child!reader #michael myers x child!reader #father paul hill x child!reader #patrick bateman x child!reader #vincent sinclair x child!reader #jack torrance x child!reader #slashers x child!reader #dad slashers #slashers au

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 8 months

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Hi, could you do a Fenrys fic where he and the reader are very attracted to one another but they have to stay away from each other because of Maeve but when they are sent to hunt Lorcan they finally get some alone time together. (It can be suggestive or not, you decide)

Wanna hold you

It was pure torture. Nothing felt more painful than watching the love of your life but not being able to touch them. Hold them. Shield them. Having to pull up a snarly mask. Bark insults at one another. Glaring instead of casting a loving gaze.

"Move", Fenrys would bark in the morning practice, "Oh, your ego is too big to step to the side now?", You leaned towards him, gritting your teeth. "Stop being a headache", he would growl the wolf inside him threatening to take over. "I have sharp nails too, pup", you would remind him. Black cat claws out on the show. "Come on, kids", Gavriel would call out from the other side of the training ground. But for that split second when you two were all up in one another's faces you could let your guards fall. Soaking in that desire that bubbled suppressed deep under.

No one could know. It was a death threat. Something Maeve would toy with till she got bored. It was already painful enough to watch her bed Fenrys as it was. You didn't want to imagine how often she would seek him out if she found out that you had fallen for the white wolf. You found yourself in a pleasure house just get that smell on you. To make lying about the males you bedded more believable. And to hide the smell of Fenrys on your skin.

This had been the longest you two had to be apart. Maeve was getting restless with Rowan running off with Aelin. Then Lorcan deciding that he too wanted to be the main character, leaving the rest of the cadre to pay the price. Fenrys was leaning against the taverna he and Gavriel were staying in. The hunt for Lorcan so far had led them nowhere but you were supposed to join them tonight. Maeve's orders. Just the hours went by but there was no sign of you.

Fenrys was growing restless. You all were far away to no longer feel Maeve's presence. Meaning that finally, he would be able to hold you close for a while. Just soak in your scent.

Fenrys suddenly feels himself being pushed back into the wall, too slow to reach for a dagger as the blade is being pressed against his neck. "Lost in a daydream?", and his knees are weak. You barely managed to move the blade away before he reached to yank you closer to his body. You wrap your arms around his neck. Breathing in his musky smell.

"Mother, strike me. You're actually here", Fenrys breaths out, "Let me look at you, let me...", he's pulling away, carefully shrugging off the hood of your cloak. Your sparkly eyes meet his. You two are grinning at each other like teenagers. "Missed me this much?", you tease him even if your own body is tingling with excitement. "Well the last time I held you was like a month ago", he breathed out, hands going all over your body. Too excited to just stick with one spot. "You mean you fucked me against a tree a month ago. And that's all you remember. Rude", you roll your eyes. But you know that he's not wrong. That truly was the last time you got to spend more time together. Not just settle for accidental brushes against one another.

"You look even more beautiful than I remember", Fenrys mutters, making you let out a giggle, "You're high on adrenaline, pup", you brush some of his blond hair away. Allowing your fingers to twirl one of the strands. "Are you here or am I seeing things?", Fenrys leans to nuzzle against the side of your face. "Listen to my heartbeat. My heart is beating so fast because of you", you say and Fenrys quickly scoops you up in his arms, twirling you around. The happiness pouring out of you like the late night moonlight.

#fenrys imagine #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys moonbeam imagine #fenrys x reader #fenrys tog #tog imagine #tog x reader #tog x you #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass x reader #lorcan #gavriel #rowan whitethorn #the cadre

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fortheb0ys · 1 month

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Okay okay okay

Pet play with Jeff vs Graves would be soo fun to see

Jeff only really gets rough if provoked, feels awful after usually unless it's sex. Then he's probably pretty satisfied, but even then he's really not that rough. Really gotta work him up to being rough, let him blow some steam in a safe environment where he won't be afraid to be "bad."

He has his moments, overwhelmed and probably panicked, especially after Shauna and her "book club." But he's not inherently a bad dog. He's a good boy, just needy and clingy, probably a bit insecure and wary around people.

That biting issue isn't awful after being with him for awhile, probably actually able to train him over Shauna. But sometimes he'll bite if something feels too good or he's frightened, but I can't imagine putting him in his kennel again over it. They're accidents, lost in his head like last time and everyone's learning from it

Graves?

Rough and mean for the hell of it. Is not satisfied by slow sappy shit unless you really work him in, or his day was genuinely terrible. But usually? Graves is wrestling and probably straight up sparring with you for dominance that he doesn't want.

Bites bites bites all the time. You look like you were thrown to the wolves after leaving a session with Graves, cannot train this out of him. It's his god given right as a puppy. Fuck him with a dildo with a knot? It's soo over for him. Eyes rolled back and drooling everywhere. 0 thoughts in this pups brain, literally none at all as he's shooting blanks over and over again.

He's bratty, mouthy. Loves to tease and be pampered. Stressed at work? Scratch behind his ears and coo at him and he's melting away, itching for that weight of a collar around his neck.

Anyways 😭 idk if any of that makes sense but you get to have my rambles anyways!

-🥭

AHHHH I WANNA DIG A HOLE IN YOUR SKULL TO LIVE IN YOUR BRAIN AND EAT YOUR THOUGHTS!! THIS SO PERFECT😭 This is fucking perfect! I'm so sorry if none of this makes sense.

Jeff is gentle natured. Only ever violent when really pushed in a corner or someone's threatening people dear to him. He's definitely not in control of his mouth when he experiences any overwhelming emotions. He would bite his lip, the inside of his mouth or tongue and not realize. He'd start panicing or whine when he taste blood.

He just doesn't like to be treated rough at all. Rough means punishment. He needs reassurance that he's not a bad boy and that no one's mad at him.

I feel like Jeff gets let off the handle more than he should. Don't want to push him and break his trust. He's, for the most part, well behaved. If he does something wrong he's most likely going to beg for forgiveness before he could get reprimanded.

His kennel isn't really for punishment. It's more of a safe space for him. Just plushies and throw blanket. It's only ever punishment if the cage is closed.

He likes everything soft and sweet, especially nicknames. Cute one like buddy, puppy, pumpkin, etc. He loves to be spoiled. Kisses and praises more the material things.

Shauna lets him stay at your place some weekends and as much as he loves spending time with you Jeff questions why Shauna doesn't love him anymore. He definitely soooooo fucking clingy. The type of dog to wait outside the bathroom door.

Shauna probably wouldn't have much patience with training him. Would give up quickly or scold him a little too hard. Gentleness is key in reinforcing Jeff's good behavior.

Graves gives the vibe of one of those pitbulls named 'Cupcake' or 'Princess'. He can be sweet but violence is in his nature. I think he reacts violently because that's how he was treated. He's violent with both play and sex. He'll violent rip apart toys and goes through them so easily. Old wounds can never heal properly cause he just bites over them (I have a fic talking about this actually).

Graves thinks if he does his mission he'll get rewarded but is let down constantly by Shepherd. He'll finish his mission and all Shepherd gives him is a cold pat on the back and his paycheck.

Yes, Graves loves the money but he craves to be praised both cause of his ego and his deep need to be wanted. If someone wants him, they pay.

Shepherd calls him a dog with a bone. He'd somehow learn of Graves' puppy play. Use it against him and for sometime Graves let him. He's loyal to the ones he's close with and it took alot to break that trust. But seeing his men, the ones he views as a pack, die made him snap.

So now with a new 'handler' he's never going to be fully trusting. He gave it away and it backfired.

I think Graves bite more so to show ownership. Yes, he has violent tendencies but he like to see markings. It's way of him keeping some level of control. Plus he just genuinely like to do it.

Graves accept no punishment. If boundaries are crossed or his actions too severe, just go quiet for a few days to scare him. He'll think he'll be abandon and will crawl back. It's a bit cruel but it's the only thing that works.

He has money so spoiling him with gifts isn't going to win any favor. He just wants someone to 'play' with. Honestly he'd probably pay. Of course, most of the paycheck is hush money.

Graves requires a lot of energy burning activity aka sex when in his head space. He's a busy man and doesn't get to relax often. I can imagine his has those heavy chain collar. Chain him somewhere and get him to fuck himself on a knotted dildo while trying to finish work than fuck him for hours after.

#idk if my writing coherent here #i just throw all my thoughts together #god i just love the two of them #☆*cj's inbox 📥#☆*anon asks #☆*🥭#phillip graves x male reader #phillip graves x reader #call of duty x male reader #dom male reader #sub character #jeff sadecki x male reader #jeff sadecki x reader #jeff sadecki #phillip graves

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violet-1atte · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Eleven: Petplay - Seungmin/Jeongin

Tags: Smut, degradation, mild name calling, dom!Seungmin, sub!Jeongin, bottom!Seungmin, top!Jeongin, anal, puppy play, use of petnames "pup" and "puppy"

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Seungmin knew Jeongin like the back of his hand. And he knew that for all of his stoic, tsundere ways, sometimes, he really just wanted to be taken care of. To not think. And maybe Seungmin had an unconventional way of helping him with that, but it worked for them.

“Hands and knees, pup. I wanna see wag your tail like a good mutt,” Seungmin ordered, pressing his foot into the back of Jeongin’s knee. Jeongin whined as he sank to the floor, his head bowing between his shoulders. The dog ear headband slid down his head a little bit, somehow making him look even more like a whiny puppy. The fluffy tail plug in his ass shifted as he adjusted his position and another pitiful whine made its way up his throat.

“Attaboy.” Seungmin reached down and slapped Jeongin’s butt, making him yelp. “Come on now. Didn’t I say I wanted to see you wag your tail?”

Embarrassment burned Jeongin inside and out, but that only made the heat in his belly grow hotter. He squeezed his eyes shut as he arched his back a little bit more and began wiggling his hips. The plug in his ass slid deeper and brushed right against his prostate, causing him to whimper.

“Poor puppy,” Seungmin cooed, walking around so that he was standing in front of Jeongin. He squatted down and scratched behind Jeongin’s ears. “Already too dumb to use your words?”

Jeongin opened his mouth but all that came out was a whimper. He was already so deep into his puppy headspace that real words didn’t feel right. He wasn’t at the point of actually barking yet, but he was getting there.

“Silly mutt,” Seungmin teased, giving Jeongin’s fluffy black hair a pat. “Barely spent any time with you so far and you’re already behaving exactly like a dog. What a good pup.”

Jeongin’s face brightened and he shook his hips automatically, tail wagging behind him. Yes, all he wanted was to be a good puppy for Seungmin. He could do that. He really couldn’t think of much else to do, honestly. His brain was all play and do whatever Seungmin said. He was a well-trained pup after all.

Seungmin scratched the back of Jeongin’s neck. “Alright puppy, stay there while I get undressed. Then you’re gonna fuck me good, okay?” Seungmin asked rhetorically. It was more of a command than a question.

Jeongin nodded vigorously, trying to keep still while Seungmin straightened up and began undressing himself. He made sure that Jeongin could see him clearly as he slowly dragged the hem of his shirt up and over his head then neatly folded it to the side. Jeongin’s pupils were blown as they roamed over Seungmin’s bare torso. He was panting a little, characteristically like a dog. A little drool ran down his chin as Seungmin went to pop the button on his jeans and he chuckled. “Messy pup,” he mused. The sight of Jeongin’s cheeks going cherry-red was delicious.

After what seemed like ages for Jeongin–his knees were aching, his arms were tired, and his cock was hard –Seungmin finished undressing and made his way to sit on the bed. “Come up here, pup,” he said, patting his thigh. Jeongin moved to him as quickly as he could while still on all fours and climbed into Seungmin’s lap.

Seungmin moved to press a kiss to his cheek and instead of getting a kiss back, Jeongin immediately began to lick all over his face. This was slightly unexpected but not an uncommon reaction, especially when Jeongin was deep in his puppy space. “Okay, okay, I got it!” Seungmin groaned. “Enough, boy.” Jeongin didn’t listen though, continuing to lick his cheek and his neck. Seungmin sighed and grabbed his chin, holding it firmly. Jeongin almost immediately went limp in his hold. “Down, dog. Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?”

Realization dawned on Jeongin’s face and he nodded, moving off Seungmin so he could lay against the bed. Seungmin set a pillow under his hips and spread his legs. As Jeongin crawled between them, the tail plug in his ass swishing behind him. He panted a little, tongue out exactly like a dog as he looked at Seungmin’s body spread out on the bed. “Come on, pup. Get me ready to take your cock,” he said sweetly, reaching up to scratch Jeongin’s head.

Jeongin wiggled his hips excitedly and placed his hands on Seungmin’s inner thighs to spread them further apart. Seungmin’s hole was already loose from earlier, when he had opened himself up. Jeongin was never coordinated enough in this state to properly finger him, so if he wasn’t in the mood for a little pain, he usually opened himself up beforehand. Jeongin did, however, know how to use his tongue.

He dipped his head down between his thighs and ran his tongue over Seungmin’s hole. Seungmin shuddered and Jeongin let out a pleased little hum at the reaction. He ran his tongue over his perineum and lapped at his balls, spit dripping off them and running down his chin. “Fuck, Jeongin,” Seungmin groaned, his thighs tensing around Jeongin. “Such a good pup.”

That heightened Jeongin’s enthusiasm and his licks became more sloppy and wet. He gave a small nip to one of Seungmin’s asscheeks and he hissed, his thighs squeezing together a little. “Careful with those teeth, puppy,” he instructed and Jeongin nodded with an affirmative little chirp in his throat.

Instead of biting him again, he flatted his tongue over his hole and dragged the wet muscles upwards to his balls. Seungmin moaned and Jeongin wagged his fake tail, his own stomach twisting with arousal. He lowered his head again, this time pushing the tip of his tongue inside his hole. Seungmin twitched and clenched around him and Jeongin thrusted his tongue deeper. More drool dribbled down his chin and onto the bed as he sucked at his rim greedily. Seungmin’s muscles quivered with each thrust of Jeongin’s tongue, with every desperate, needy sound Jeongin made as he tasted him. Jeongin could eat Seungmin out for hours, even when his tongue was sore and Seungmin was dripping wet. Tasting him, being so close to him, feeling Seungmin twitch and shake with each flick of his tongue made his head fuzzy, made him want to be an even better pup for him.

Eventually though, Seungmin decided he’d had enough and sat up a bit, reaching behind Jeongin to grab his hair. The ears on his head slid out of place slightly and Jeongin whimpered as he lifted his head. “That’s a good pup, you’re making me feel so good,” he reassured him, petting his head. “But I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours. Can you do that? Or are you too much of a dumb doggy?”

Jeongin nodded his head quickly and sat up on his haunches. As he moved, the plug in his hole shifted and pushed deeper inside him and he moaned, his eyes nearly rolling back. Seungmin chuckled. “Come on, don’t get distracted,” he said. Jeongin whimpered and licked his lips which were already shiny with spit from when he ate Seungmin out.

Seungmin got onto his knees and leaned forward so that his face was above Jeongin’s cock and then he opened his mouth and let a drop of salvia fall down the shaft. Jeongin shivered and then Seungmin wrapped his hand around his cock to spread the saliva around.

“Hhhnn,” Jeongin keened, eyes watering from the stimulation and Seungmin’s lips turned up in a smirk.

“What a sensitive puppy,” he hummed, flicking his thumb over the tip. Jeongin’s mouth fell open and he moaned, his tongue lolling out again. “Good boy,” Seungmin drawled. “Let’s put your big cock to good use.”

He laid back again and lifted his thighs up so Jeongin had better access to his hole. Jeongin practically panted as he lined himself up with Seungmin’s entrance. There was no warning before he shoved himself in, all the way to the hilt. Seungmin gasped and arched his neck. The stretch burned but that only made it feel better to Seungmin. “Sh-shit, Jeo–pup, that’s it. Fill me up so well.” Jeongin grunted in response, the noise sounding almost like a bark. Seungmin took a deep breath and pulled his thighs closer to his chest. “L-let’s go, be a good boy and fuck me.”

Jeongin, always the obedient pup, did as he was told. He put his hands on the back of Seungmin’s thighs, right under his knees, and pulled out for a brief second, only to slam back inside him in less than a second. The burn grew but the pain mixed with sparks of pleasure with how well he was filled up. He groaned and Jeongin growled in response, pushing his thighs back until he was almost bent in half. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of his thighs, sure to leave bruises behind when they were done.

When Jeongin was in this headspace, he loved to claim. No matter how much control Seungmin may have over him, he’d make sure he was marked up in some way. And he hadn’t gotten to do that yet. So as he thrusted his cock into Seungmin, he began sucking and biting at his thighs, leaving marks of purple in red behind.

As much as Jeongin liked marking Seungmin, Seungmin loved it when he marked him. The sting of his teeth intensified the pleasure boiling in his stomach, and knowing that later he’d get to look between his thighs and see the swelling red marks from Jeongin’s teeth made a thrill go up his spine. The feeling of Jeongin’s teeth on his skin plus the drag of his big cock along his walls made ecstasy buzz through Seungmin’s body. He was already close, having been hard since the moment he and Jeongin had started playing.

The sight of Jeongin fucking him like this never failed to make Seungmin melt. The ears on his head bouncing with each thrust, the knowledge that his fluffy tail plug was making him feel so much more. Just that alone nearly made his eyes roll back.

Jeongin’s thrusts were sloppy and passion-filled. But even without any rhythm, each snap of his hips made Seungmin moan with abandon. He could barely form words to praise or command Jeongin, his vocabulary reduced to, “Fuck, yes, right there pup,” and “So good, so good, fuck me so well.”

The air of the room was hot and Seungmin’s skin was burning. Beads of sweat ran down Jeongin’s face and his hair stuck to his forehead from the exertion of how hard he was fucking Seungmin. The angle of his hips had his tip hitting Seungmin’s prostate more often than not, and his stomach was filling with that familiar, white-hot pleasure that told him he was going to come soon. Shit, getting fucked by Jeongin, his pup, his good boy, felt so good .

Jeongin bit his thigh again, hard , and Seungmin nearly screamed. He clutched the sheets on the bed to brace himself and choked on a moan. “Fuck, I’m close, Innie, good pup, fuck, fuck–” he muttered. Jeongin growled again against his skin and adjusted Seungmin’s position so his legs were tossed over his shoulder. He picked up his pace, ramming into him like he would never get a chance to fuck him again.

Seungmin could barely get a breath in, felt like his chest was going to ignite, his insides were going to burn up–Jeongin was so pretty and cute and messy above him and fucking him so hard he could see stars in the corners of his vision. “Hah ahh, shit–” And then his back arched and he came, cock emptying in spurts all over his stomach and chest. He rarely came untouched, but Jeongin had done it this time. Jeongin didn’t stop fucking him even as Seungmin’s dick twitched again and he gasped in oversensitivity. Not until he was coming too, filling Seungmin up with enough cum to make him leak all over the bed.

Jeongin’s chest heaved as he gave one final roll of his hips. He carefully eased Seungmin’s legs off his shoulders so he could rest them against the bed and then slipped out of him. He let out a sad whine at the sight of his cum dripping out of Seungmin’s hole but Seungmin shushed him. “‘S’okay, pup, you still claimed me well,” he reassured him. He eased himself up, wincing at the slight soreness of his ass. He opened his arms for Jeongin. “C’mere.”

Jeongin smiled and surged forward, wrapping his arms around him. He buried his face against his neck and began to lick the warm skin there. And Seungmin let him. “Good, you did so well . So well Jeongin,” Seungmin said, using his name to bring him back into a more normal headspace. “My Jeongin.”

Jeongin hummed and leaned back a bit to look at him. There was a little more clarity in his eyes. “Stay–” he started, his face scrunching as he attempted to find words again. “Stay like this? A while?”

Seungmin smiled, fondness warming his chest. “Sure, pup. Wanna take a bath and we can play with your favorite toys?”

Jeongin nodded enthusiastically and some of the haze over his eyes was already back. Seungmin’s smile widened and he wrapped his arms around him. “Alright, you deserve it. My sweet little pup.”

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atinystaypixie · 9 months

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hey pixieee

can i request sub!connie who's dominate in public but in priv its a wholeee different story

-🦋

My 🦋 nonnie!! Hii, baby! If you see this, I need you to message me please! Hope you enjoy this!

18+ MDNI!! Yall know it's not proofread frfr

WC: 2.1k+

Connie had a tone to his voice that made many listen to him. So when he tells you, “Baby, listen when I’m talking to you,” and your head snaps towards him your friends don’t think it’s because he just made your eye twitch. They think it’s because he has you trained to be an obedient pup for him. He even goes as far as grabbing your chin when you turn to him to make a show of keeping your attention.

“Damn, Connie. I want a girl like yours.” You hear Jean speak, making a mix of agreements ring out of the males in the friend group. Connie has a smug smirk sitting on his face as if he really is the one running you. The boys hyping him up and the ones sitting with their girlfriends giving approving nods to the reaction he drew out of you.

None of them saw how your eyes slightly slanted, the corners of your mouth dropped from your small smile you were once wearing, nor how there was now a darkness swirling in your eyes. The same male that they were telling he was doing good with keeping his girl in line is the same male who just felt his heart skip two beats and a sweat breakout on the back of his neck. They didn’t know the smirk that was sitting on his face was to mask the nervousness that just overtook his whole body. He knew he just messed up badly and would be dealing with the consequences.

That’s why he is desperately apologizing now. His knees were sore, skin coated in a shiny sweat, and his cock was angry and dripping. “I’m sorry. I’m so-mmff”

“I didn’t tell you to speak.” You talk to him low as you push his head back to your pussy. Your fingers cupping his low cut head as you stood above him. You had been edging him since you left the hangout with the crew. You drove as you took him out his boxers and pumped him till he was close to cumming. You did that three times, denying the teary man his sweet release, leaving his dick twitching and throbbing. Connie was a whining mess in the passenger's seat with his hips bucking in the air every time you would take your hand off him so he could come down from the nut he almost had.

Now you’re here, both naked in the bedroom while you’re standing while his knees dig into the carpet with your juices running down his face. You made him place his hands around your thighs so he wouldn’t try to stroke his dick while he was being punished.

“I got to listen to you Connie? Are you the one in control of me?” You talk pouty to him as you hold him closer pushing your pussy in his mouth. All he can do is give “nggh uh” as an answer because he can’t talk. His response makes you scoff and let him go so you can push him to lay down on the floor. “I didn’t quite catch that.” Before he can even gather the brain to catch what you’re saying to him, you’re already lowering yourself to hover above his face.

“You wanna taste more of my pussy, baby?” You tease him. The position gives him the perfect view of your slick drooling out your hole, your pretty clit, and the folds surrounding it. You’re so exposed and open that he can’t help but moan at the sight. You grab his face when you see he is too far gone, “listen when I’m talking to you.” You repeat his words from earlier. The same ones that got him in trouble.

“Please. Please. I’ll be so good. I won’t do it again.” He places his hands back on your thighs remembering how he would get in more trouble if he even accidentally touched his dick. He couldn’t take being edged again, even the air in the room was causing him to almost splatter himself in his cum. It doesn’t help that you haven’t given his throbbing cock any attention since you got out of the car. Then you go and put your pretty cunt in his mouth? Connie was a finger touch away from losing his mind.

“You’ll be good?” You mockingly whine at him. “Should have thought of that before you did that shit at the hangout. Now watch.” You keep hovering over his face as your fingers spread your folds open. Connie’s eyes are glued to your movements, watching with drool sliding past his pretty lips. He hadn’t even cleaned his face from before and the sight was making your pussy wet. The man that everyone listened to was laying on his back on your floor almost cross eyed in a pussy drunk haze. His eyes were glossed over and dick laying against his stomach leaving a pool of precum on it.

Taking your time, you inserted a finger in your wet cunt feeling your walls move as you pushed in and out. You moved in and out till your juices coated your finger. When you felt your finger had collected enough of yourself, you took it out.

“Say ahhh.” Connie immediately opened his mouth and pushed your slicked up finger into his mouth. You would have thought Connie hadn’t tasted you in years from the way his eyes rolled back and the moan that buzzed around your finger. He was sucking on it like his life depending on it, like you hadn’t taken your cunt out his mouth a few minutes ago. “Stick your tongue and don’t move.” You finally lowered yourself to his face. Moving your hips back and forth you got a feel of the wet, pink muscle hanging between his lips and nose of his pretty nose. Connie loved when you fucked his face, but with his balls tightening at every inch you moved he couldn’t take it right now.

The whine he released was so high pitched anyone would have mistaken it for the sound of needing serious help. But really it was just the sound of a desperate, pussy dumb man almost busting because his girl is riding his face while he just lays there. His nails are digging into your thighs and you feel his grip tightening. You look over your shoulder and see his hips lifting off the floor fucking into the air. This drew a moan out of you. It didn’t matter how many times Connie landed himself in this position, it would never fail to make your cunt leak. “Let me use you real good, pup, then I’ll see about touching that needy dick of yours.”

You were picking up pace on his face. Your juices leaving a trace of you every time you slid his tongue between your messy slit. When you reached your entrance you would circle your hips enjoying the feeling of the pressure you felt from the movement. Your high was getting close making you lower your top half almost laying down as you rubbed your cunt over the man’s face. Connie never wanted his dick in his hand so much. You were just using him as a pleasure machine and his brain was turning to mush knowing that you were feeling good.

It was when your cum spilled onto his awaiting that he started flicking his tongue instead of just holding still. He felt like a dehydrated dog needing to get every drop or he would die. He was working you through your high but he couldn’t put into words how it made his dick hurt even more when he finally got your sweet release. But this wasn’t for his enjoyment, he wasn’t being rewarded right now. With the source of his favorite nectar disappearing from his tongue and his hand being taken from your thighs, Connie felt tears fall from his eyes.

“No, no, no! Come back please! One more taste!” He couldn’t even properly enjoy the view of his vision trailing up your legs to your pretty cunt as you stood to full height over his laying down body. “Don’t forget that wasn’t for you Connie.” The buzz cut male licked at his lips trying to gather the rest of your essence to sooth the need to taste you more. If you would let him, he would stay between your legs all day everyday. “Now go sit against the headboard.” He scrambled to do as you said. His hard dick bouncing when he walked and chest rising and falling for how much he needed you.

You sat in front of him and placed him in your hand causing him to let out a hiss. “Act like you're running shit but you're about to cum and all I did was stroke your dick a few times.” He had his eyes squeezed shut trying his hardest not to let go. “Sorry.” He drug out the word doing his best not to fuck into your hand. Every nerve in his body begging for even the slightest amount of relief.

“Who run this dick?” You ask as you cup his heavy balls. The whimper he releases causes your pussy to start leaking again.

“You do, mami. It’s yours.” You lean and slowly swirl your tongue around his dripping tip. “Mmm fuck! Shit it’s yours! Please!” The twitching of his cock reminds you of how he made your eye twitch when he decided to show out earlier. It makes you laugh at how there is nothing powerful in his voice when he is in these four walls with you.

Removing him from your mouth, you place yourself right above his cock. You wrap your hand on the underside of it and start dragging him between your slit. Connnie throws his head back as his mouth drops open. His dick needed attention for so long and it is taking everything in him to not cum before you give him permission. He feels like his senses are heightened. Your thighs touching him, the way your breasts are pressing against his chest, the way the bottom of your feet are tucked underneath him as you sit so pretty on him. Fuck, you drive him crazy.

Halting you actions when you reach your wet hole, you circle his tip at your entrance. “You think you deserve to be in this pussy?” His head lifts so quick it’s comical how he can’t get his words out quick enough.

“Mami, please! I do! I do- Fucckk!” His hands snap to your hips as you slide down on his dick in the middle of him answering. He’s panting from how good you feel, promising he’s hearing bells from getting to finally being in the slick, warmth of your walls. His arms wrap around you so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck to hide how loud he just got. “Don’t move, yet. Please, I don't want to cum so quick.” This causes you to coo at him.

“My pathetic little slut can’t handle being inside of me? And you want to go around acting like you got me under control.” You pick up pace not caring how sensitive he was. You were bouncing on his throbbing member causing Connie to let out porn worthy moans. His mouth hung open and arms holding onto you as his mind start flashing different colors, not a single thought there except his dick was being fucked by your wet pussy. “You gonna cum for me slut? I can feel you inside of me.” Connie only lets out a string of whimpers and whines which makes you pull his head back. “Use your words.”

“Y-yes. Gonna fill you u-up so well.” He barely gets out his sentence. He’s leaning back and planting his feet so he can fuck up into you. His rhythm is nonexistent and he’s not in control of how hips are bucking. His body is moving on its own to chase the pleasure that you are finally gifting him. “G-gonna cum, mami.” When he says that, you reach behind you and toy with his balls. The stimulation causes him to thrust deep into you from below and empty every drop of his long awaited high into you. His eyes closed so tight he sees white, voice whiny and no real words escaping from his lips just sounds of ecstasy. You run your hand over his hand helping him through it all knowing how long he waited for it. This is the man you knew. The man who is crying into your chest because he is so pussy dumb that he can’t think straight. The man who can cum just from licking your clit. Connie’s voice never had a single hint of commandment when he was alone with you. It was too busy whining for even the slightest amount of attention you gave his needy body.

Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin - 🧚🏽‍♀️

Ommgg!! I'm such a sub so it was so fun to try to write as a dom! I didn't even have anything to trigger dom thoughts so this was like so fun to write. It might not be great but Imma love it cuz it was a nice challenge for me

ENJOY!

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