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yandere-kokeshi · 7 months

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Pairing: Yandere Succubus! Soap x female reader

Warnings: yandere behavior, doggy style position, creampie (hinted at multiple), possessiveness, mentions of masturbation, inferred voyeurism, mention of blood, implied hypnotism, and that is all.

@ladyxtiger // IS NOT CHECKED FOR MISTAKES! SORRY :(!

It’s too much — his sharp hands with dagger claws, gripping at your waist and the ownership growls in your ear, how close your body is to his, it’s all too much.

You whimper out, feeling his hot yet long tongue, the thick muscle of his dragging against the of your bottom jaw from behind.

Crying out, you dug yourself further and bit into the pillow, hands scuffing the fabric between your sweaty hands; feeling his thick cock sliding through your cum-soaked folds, before nudging his hard tip back inside for the nth time.

“Don't hide yer moans, lemme’ hear ‘em” Johnny purred in your ear, licking the shell of it before pushing deeper into your soaked cunt.

To say you felt full was an understatement. Everything, including your pussy, was pulsing with heat and unfulfilled lust — the prior orgasms finally catching up with you, and your nerves becoming overstimulated.

You never meant to find Johnny, your hot and of a gentleman neighbor, to be a damn succubus. You would’ve never thought so, but you had suspicions. Whenever you were near him, his eyes always had a glow, a vicious pink, especially at night. And let’s not forget about how every other night, he brought new girls home, their moans, and his heavy balls slapping against their slippery pussy could be heard from the thinned walls beside your bed.

Of course, you couldn’t help yourself. Fingering yourself, moaning his name at your imaginative brain whilst palming your needy breasts. And yet, his eyes always seemed brighter the next day when you saw him.

But, when a few days, turned into a full week of not seeing your hot neighbor — you got worried. But soon found, when you unlocked his apartment door, rushing into his bedroom to find him fucking a pocket pussy; moaning your name as his devilish tail was swirling against his thick thigh.

His horns were long and curving, his fangs and long tongue were of a curse — the slitted eyes, once bright blue, now glowing a pink of hypnosis. Promises he’d treat you well, better than your damn fingers, and toys.

And that’s where it led you: stomach down, legs forced apart to show your puffy cunt, and the tightening tail of his that was wrapped around your lower thigh.

It burned. But the need for satisfaction was burning more.

“Such a good girl f’r me, so pretty,” he panted out, his thickening breath breathing on the side of your cheek. Oh, G-d, he was addictive.

You scream as he speeds his pace, balls slapping against your cunt as you let out a choked moan, jolting forward, face-first into the soft bed.

“Hnggg, no,” you whine, barely able to catch your breath.

The pressure is building up inside of you too quickly, making you squirm. But his claws help your hips in place, groaning whilst making his cock throb from your tightening cavern; warm walls trying to suck him deeper, to keep him seated inside your heat as he slid back out before going back in.

The pressure was too much, and you squeal as clear liquid gushes out, squirting all against Johnny, who releases a cocky chuckle; “Guess yer’ jus’ as obsessed, Bonnie, huh?”

The only sound that came out of you was a defeated whine as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge yet again. He could feel it, and he was relishing the feeling of your cramping walls.

You have no idea how long Soap has been pounding into your sopping pussy, and you’ve lost count of the number of orgasms he’s wrung out of your exhausted (and used) body. You’re tired, sweaty, and a complete mess with suffocating heat along your body.

But, he’s not done with you — not even close.

“Your coworker… fuck—!” he curses, putting his mouth on your neck before sucking in a few hickies, “Hated his smell on you, gghmg—” his words trail off into a moan. At last, your nth orgasm hit you like a train, and you scream in pure bliss; seeing white as your ears vibrated.

Johnny reached down to grind his thumb against your clit, lengthening your orgasm until tears are running down your face.

“Such a Bonnie, all f’r me. It's all fr’me, and I ain’t sharin’,”

You nod, not taking his words into consideration as you were whimpering out — his devil tail tightening around your aching muscle before speeding up. You feel Johnny begin to twitch inside of you, and his fangs deepen its affection into your already-bloody-stained neck.

“Jesus. Y’re gonna be the death o’ me!” and just as he said that, you felt hot ropes of cum coating your insides. It sends you into a drug induced frenzy, and you cum again — his love-filled pupils widening as you drench the bed below you.

You cum so much you think you lost consciousness for a few seconds, and when you finally open your eyes to look at the incubus, who is behind you, to find him smirking.

“I… tired,” you butchered out, brain short-circuiting.

He hummed, licking his lips as he heaved heavily, “Oh, M’ sorry baby. Guess I forgot to tell you about our promise, did I?”

You scrunched your eyebrows together at his statement, and his smirk only widened. He leaned in, his sweaty back resting against yours, and his tail tightening, and it sent shivers down your spine as his breath echoed against your ear.

“I ain’t stoppin’ till you drench of my scent, you little Minx.”

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itsmealaiah · 2 months

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TW: SMUT, p in v sex, desk sex, grinding on johnnie's thigh, mentions of erections, mild profanity, dirty talk, degrading, fingering.

Request: could i request the reader being overly needy and clingy towards johnnie while he’s editing, wanting his attention and affection, though he denies until he gives in. instead of giving the reader proper attention he makes the reader get off on his thigh while he continues to edit, giving the reader small touches until he gives into the readers begging 🤭

Rating: 18+, mdni

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are very much appreciated

The dim light of the computer screen flickered against Johnnie's pale skin as he stared intently at the video. His fingers danced across the keyboard, making corrections and adding notes with the efficiency of a surgeon. But despite his focus, a small part of him couldn't help but feel the presence of you behind him. The warmth emanating from your body, the soft whispers in his ear, and the occasional brush of your fingers against his arm.

It was all too much. He sighed heavily, wishing he could give you the attention you so desperately craved. But he couldn't. Not until this editing was done.

As if sensing his reluctance, you shifted your weight, pressing your body harder against him. Your breasts grazed against his back, sending a shiver down his spine. "Johnnie," you whispered, your voice husky with need. "Please."

He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore you. But it was no use. The ache in his groin grew more insistent, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have you there, beneath him. Finally, with a defeated sigh, he reached back, cupping your breast in his hand. "Fine," he muttered, "but only for a little while."

As you pressed yourself harder against him, grinding on his thigh, you let out small moans and whimpers, making it impossible for him to focus on the editing. The feel of your body moving against his was driving him wild. He started to touch you back, teasing you with his fingertips, making circles around your nipple. Your skin was soft and warm beneath his touch, and the sound of your needy begging filled his ears.

"Please, Johnnie," you begged, arching your back. "I need you." Your hips moved faster, grinding harder on his thigh. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire deep in his gut. The knowledge that he was denying you only seemed to make you more desperate. He could feel your wetness against his hand, and it only made him harder.

With a growl, he turned you around, pushing you against the desk. You gasped as he pressed his body against yours, trapping you there. His other hand found its way to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down roughly. You helped him pull them off, and then his fingers were on your bare flesh, teasing your folds as he found your entrance. You arched your back, moaning loudly.

He thrust his fingers inside you, curling them as he found your sweet spot. You cried out, your hips moving in time with his fingers. He leaned in, capturing your lips with his own, tongue thrusting deep into your mouth. His free hand gripped your breast, pinching the nipple hard as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

The room spun as your orgasm took hold, waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and you screamed into his mouth. He held you there, his fingers moving faster, relentless in their pursuit of your release. As you came down from the high, he pulled his fingers free, watching you tremble against him.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Come back to me now." He guided your hands to his chest, where they clung tightly. The rhythmic thud of his heart matched the wild beat of yours, and you could feel the heat emanating from his body. He leaned in, kissing your forehead, your eyelids, your lips, his touch gentle now.

"Better?" he asked, and you nodded, still catching your breath. He smiled, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Good. Then I think it's time for a little reward." He pulled you closer, his hard length pressed against your wetness. With a groan, he pushed inside you, filling you completely. You gasped at the sudden fullness, arching your back as he began to move, thrusting slowly at first, then faster.

The desk creaked beneath you, the sound echoing in the room as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, your nails digging into his shoulders. He felt impossibly big inside you, stretching you in ways you didn't know you could be stretched. You moaned his name, lost in the feeling of being so completely taken.

As the passion built, so did the tension, the urgency. You could feel your orgasm building, just beyond the edge, and with each thrust, it grew closer. He felt it too, the way your body tightened around him, the way your breath hitched. He leaned in, capturing your lips with his, thrusting harder as he neared his release.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside you. You felt the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside you, and with a shuddering moan, your orgasm crashed over you, taking you both in a wave of bliss. Your body convulsed around him, milking him as your pleasure peaked, and then slowly began to ebb away. He held you close, his lips pressed to yours, as the last tremors subsided and the world slowly came back into focus.

You felt exhausted, but in the best possible way. Your limbs felt heavy and sated, and the warmth between your legs was a constant reminder of where he still was, of how close he still was. He withdrew from you, reluctantly, his softening length sliding free from your body. You felt the loss acutely, but the way he looked at you, the way he held you, told you that he wasn't finished with you yet.

He helped you stand, and you leaned into him, feeling the solid wall of his chest against your breasts. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and kissed you tenderly. "I've missed this," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I've missed you." You nestled into his embrace, feeling the comfort and reassurance of his touch.

He led you over to the bed, and they collapsed together onto the soft mattress. Your skin felt cool against his, and he pulled the covers over you, wrapping you in his warmth. You curled into him, content to just lie there, feeling his heartbeat against your ear.

"So," he said, his voice still a little rough, "how was that?" He traced a finger along your jaw, watching your expression as he waited for your reply.

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blueaiyuice · 5 months

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earthrealm's champions play minecraft together (ft. railao)

(i honestly can’t find the og vod for the life of me, but this is a jschlatt clip that’s all i know)

edit: well now that yall said its smplive jschlatt that makes a whole lot more sense

#mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mortal kombat memes #earthrealm defenders #raiden #kung lao #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #i've ascended to video-levels of shitposting #on another note #crazy im a bp blog but my top posts are all mk1 #ill have more memes later i just need to cook #railao

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juicyc0utur3 · 4 months

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omg johnnie seeing you squirt for the first time

😦

warnings: smut, biting, squ1rting

nsfw under the cut

he plays with your pussy like a toy, constantly swirling his tongue around your clit and curling his fingers into sensitive spots inside of you. you moan out his name, feeling another orgasm coming close, and he bites at your inner thighs and accidentally draws a bit of blood which sends you over the edge.

he kisses your cunt, and pulls his fingers out of you to rub and pad at your clit to work you through your high. you cry out at the feeling of his rough, cold hands against your sensitive nub, and apparently, next thing you know, you’re squirting and making a mess of his bedsheets.

he pulls back at first, surprised and a bit concerned, but once he realizes what you’re doing, he rubs furiously at your clit again and again, drawing orgasms and squirts out of you left and right until you gently urge him away from your core after a few rounds, exhausted.

he immediately moves away after lathering the tiny wound he made on your thigh with his soft tongue, making you sigh out. he lets you rest as normal.

next time, he gets you lots of water beforehand.

#johnnie guilbert smut #2000s aesthetic #johnnie guilbert #crush smut #crush x reader smut #emo bf #2000s emo #emo boy #emo blog #emo #smut

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deluzie · 4 months

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im obsessed with making these

#my blog is just gonna be these things #THEYRE SO FUNNY #johnshi #kencage #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat #johnny cage #johnny cage mk1 #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi mk1 #otherzies

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mortal-kombat-1 · 3 months

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#Mortal Kombat #Mortal Kombat 1 #MK1 #Johnny Cage #Sonya Blade #*#Before anyone says “but I don't ship it!” I don't care and boo fucking hoo... also my blog -- touch some grass

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xxwhiteveilbridexx · 1 year

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!!!!!!

edit: IM SORRY BRY*N ST*ARS IS THERE I DONT LIKE OR SUPPORT HIM OR WHAT HE DID carry on<33

#emo #scene #scemo #scemo fashion #my digital escape #alex dorame #johnny guilbert #scene blog #scene queen #scene aesthetic #scene hair #scene kid #scenemo #emo scene #2000s scene #scenecore #scene inspo #scene nostalgia #rawr xd

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subject4a · 6 months

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#texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw game #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #tcmg #my friends are waiting for me in the discord vc and im posting things that should be hidden away on a side blog #subjectspeaks

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ithinkthiswasabadidea · 7 months

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Literally god bless the actors who see the fans/fandom shipping and headcanon-ing their character in a queer way, and wholeheartedly dive right in to just go with it

Either explicitly stating that they know their character is in queer ships and giving it the enthusiastic go ahead, or even just giving a happy little nod to how fandom is treating their character

From the top of my head I know that actors like Noshir Dalal (Charles Smith, RDR2), Nick Martineau (Horangi, CoD) and Andrew Bowen (Johnny Cage, MK1) are encouraging about their characters and how fandom perceives them, specifically about the queer ships they're in, and it makes me happy to no end to see it. And I'm seeing it more and more these days!!

It fills me with such JOY to see actors have genuine interactions with fandom and love what we do, as much as we love them ❤️

(In no way do I mean or condone this as a 'omg X actor knows we put their character in gay ships therefore it is canon/okay to do or say whatever we want to them'. Respect is paramount. Actors don't owe you anything. You still have to treat people with courtesy and respect their boundaries. Being online doesn't make you anonymous, don't push that line.)

#fandom #call of duty #mortal kombat #red dead redemption 2 #cod #mk1 #rdr2 #cod mw2 #horangi #nick martineau #noshir dalal #charles smith #andrew bowen #johnny cage #korangi #charthur #johnshi #cod blogging

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the-official-nny-c · 2 years

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The only reason why I love Halloween is because when people see me covered in blood they think it's apart of my costume.

#johnny's blog #johnny the homicidal maniac #jthm johnny #jthm squee #johnny c #jthm #jthm devi #roleplay #i feel sick #squee #jhonen vasquez #90s comics #horror #fillerbunny

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bruisedbodyshattereddreams · 5 months

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Evolution of Johnnie Guilbert .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#girl blogger #emo style #emo blog #emo boys #emo scene #emo kid #emo boy #2000s emo #2000s aesthetic #rawr x3 #rawring 20s #johnnie guilbert #my digital escape

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yandere-kokeshi · 5 months

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Can I get some poly yan TF-141 x male werewolf hybrid reader please?

Where he’s almost like their pet? And he’s like their scary dog privilege.

Or gn if you don’t write for male

— Yandere Poly TF-141 x male darling whose a werewolf hybrid

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about werewolf stuff, and name calling.

A/N: i’m always willing to write a male reader! It’s quite sad how underrated yandere x male reader fanfics are. Please enjoy <3!

Edit: I forgot to add the scary dog privilege part. So sorry!

Honestly, it’s been a while since they’ve been excited — your characteristics of strength and incredible features of a werewolf make their ego strike higher than it should be. They absolutely love your hybrid features, the tails & ears, the enhanced senses, and the obvious need for constant attention is what they love you more.

Price and the others enjoy it when you listen to their commands, which at times they love to joke around with.

If and when you decide to transform into your ‘full form’, even in the field, all of them coo over you, especially Johnny. You can never be left alone, even at night. Price and Soap really enjoy it when they get to play with your fur and ears. It feels like literal heaven between their fingers.

And let’s not forget about how all of them call you dog-based names. A lot of good boys, even pups, or puppy if they’re in a teasing mood. Bad boy is for certain occasions.

All of them have their own ways of showing affection, which, most of them, are fairly touchy, especially if the timetables are closer to a full-moon, or you’ve recently turned.

Soap literally treats you like a dog. Every chance he has, he’s rubbing your stomach, ears getting smooched on, jokingly pulling your tail, and praising you like no other. Chin scratches, and his thick accent turns into a scratchy baby voice when talking to you.

As for Ghost, he loves playing fetch with you — easily throwing it long, watching you jump at it, before returning it. His voice commands you to sit and calls you a good boy when you listen. The type of guy also aggressively rubs your snout as a way of affection.

As for Price, he enjoys having you rest in his office, either on the dog bed he specifically bought for you or under his desk, looking at you every now and again with loving eyes.

Gaz finds it cute, but also suffocating as you sit on his lap; not realizing you’re too large for him. He’s gently laughing, patting your back at your large weight, it’s comforting. But also he can’t breathe.

To be honest, they fucking love it on how protective you are of them. Seeing you grunt, eyes narrowing in annoyance, makes them chuckle.

Chin scratches galore. No matter what, if you’re in your full form or not, they love to scratch your chin.

They always get surprised on seeing how close you are to other dogs, especially to larger breeds. Price chuckles whenever a dog randomly runs up as the two of you are jogging, immediately latching itself to you and not leaving your side.

It’s not something you see every day that you find dead animals as a gift, and most would see it as disgusting, but to them, it’s a gift. Even though Gaz has gagged on multiple occasions when he sees the dead birds, he knows it's your way of affection.

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sprout-fics · 10 months

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dunno if imissed thurs thots bc time zone is an arse but i pilled an allnighter and needed some smit to keep going bc coffeee aint doing it job anymore so heres a copy paste of my idea from when i was actuallyawake

hallo! so taking a page from the spider verse movie, what if reader did yell out a safeword? there is an “aftercare for a red moment” hole in the fic community (or im just blinded by the algorithm who knows)

So this is a really interesting concept, and also a good way to discuss proper sex practices, so thank you anon!

For those unaware, the color system (Green, yellow, red) is typically associated with BDSM practices. Green is all clear, yellow is slow down/change tactics, and red is full stop, change into aftercare mode. However this system is not exclusively designed for kink related practices, it can be a useful tool for even vanilla sex. Please remember to always check in with your partners and obtain enthusiastic consent before engaging in sexual activities. I am not an expert in this area, so please remember to do your own independent research if you are curious about this topic.

(Warning: Uncomfortable sexual scenarios and use of safe words, please read at your own discretion)

The Color Red

(TF 141 reacting to you using a safe word during sex)

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

You’re not really sure what does it, but something inside you drops abruptly, without warning as Soap’s hand wraps around your throat.

There’s not even any pressure, just a heavy grasp that circles under your jaw but it’s enough to make something in you rise in panic, blood chilling and breath seizing inside your chest

He’s still hunches over you, your legs wrapped around his hips, brow scrunched in pleasure, voice dragging as he tries to angle himself just right to graze against the soft spongy part of you he knows will make you go boneless in his arms

Whatever pleasure was tightening low across your hips dies as a cold, fearful wash of dread takes its place, the world spinning as you drop fast.

“Red.” You croak, voice trembling, abruptly, entire body going rigid with panic.

It’s over in an instant. Soap knows what the word means, is trained to respond at the first instinct of discomfort, and within a blink his hand is gone, his weight off of you

You curl over onto your side, eyes wide and shoulders trembling, wetness still on the inside of your thighs but air rising sharply as hyperventilation threatens to take over

Soap’s weight is off the bed, giving you space, but when he notices your breathing he kneels beside you at once, eyes brimming with worry

“Hen, sweetheart, it’s alright.” He coos softly, words echoing as a steady stream, a reminder to his nearby presence. “You’re safe, we’re done. Breathe for me, You’re alright.”

“Johnny.” You gasp, reaching for him, and he obliges instantly, maneuvering you both so he sits against the headboard and puts your head into his lap, positioning a pillow underneath it.

“I’m here.” He reminds you, a hand stroking along your shoulder in soothing circles as you try to control your breathing, listening to him breathe alongside you. Deep inhale, hold for 4, out for 7. Repeat.

“What do you need, hen?” He asks after a few minutes, after the panic has faded to a dull bite, once you stop shuddering and instead curl into an exhausted heap at his side.

You sigh out a shuddering exhale, feel his thumb graze across the top of your shoulder. Gentle, patient, devoted.

“You, Johnny.” You tell him at last. “Just you.”

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

“Red.”

You gasp it out unexpectedly in Gaz’s bed, hands secured above your head as he bends over you, three fingers curling inside you, smug smile plastered over his face as he tries to wring another orgasm from you despite you telling him you can’t, and him finding another, another anyways

Now, however, it’s finally too much, and when he presses just right the sensation it summons is less pleasurable and more aching, stretching an overworn muscle that leaves something twisting unpleasantly inside you

“Oh shit, doll.” He gasps at the word, and slowly withdraws his fingers to not cause you additional discomfort. You whine, but the sound catches in your throat, pleading and tender. “I’m sorry, shh, take a breath for me.”

He reaches up above you, pulls at the rope and it comes loose easily, allows your hands to sink into the pillows and reduces the strain on your shoulders.

“Hey, hey, I got you.” He murmurs as you shudder, face contorting at the unpleasant ache inside you

He drags you into his arms, and you don’t complain at all, curling into his steady frame as he tucks you against his chest

“You did good.” He tells you at once, reassuring, gentle. “Promise you did good. Just take your time.”

You nuzzle against the coarse, curly hair of his chest, feel him stroke a hand against your back as the ache inside you dies to a low murmur

“I’m okay.” You tell him after a few minutes, taking all the time you need to fully relax into his embrace “It just…it was so much.”

Kyle exhales then, a breath you didn’t realize had been holding. His form goes a little lax against you, relieved by your words

“I’m sorry, doll.” He tells you at once. “I should have stopped sooner.”

You shake your head a little, remind him gently “That’s what the colors are for. I’m alright, just-” and you wince. “Tender.”

You feel him smile into your hair, mouth tugging just an inch, his body warm, solid, reaffirming against yours

“We can fix that.” He tells you softly. “How about I run you a bath and get you cleaned up, hmm?”

You nod, pause, and then crane your head up to plant a kiss against his lips

“Sounds wonderful.”

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Sex with Simon can usually be an intense, emotional affair, an experience where you try and carve space within each other through touch, seeking a balm to the brokenness, soothing to the fear and hurt

Yet there are also times when you both just need release

Which is where you are now, face down, his hands hauling yours behind your back, hips slapping against your pelvis with a rapid, brutal intensity that’s going to leave you pleasantly sore for days

His voice is a grinding, rumbling presence that doesn’t allow you to drift entirely off, forcing you back into the presence of him. A hand tangles in your hair, presses you down into the sheets as he growls lewd, filthy praise down at you

Yet there’s a hint of malice to it, and normally you’d welcome it, send it right back to him, teeth bared and spirit a bright flame that burns against his darkness

Now, however, each word seems to puncture through you, as he hisses ‘Slut. Pretty little whore.’ down at you

You want to take it, want it to feed the coiling need as he buries himself inside you, but tonight it sounds almost like Simon means it.

It hurts.

It forces you to drop so fast it gives you whiplash, mind reeling and you have to remind yourself to say the word that bleeds across your tongue.

“Red.”

Simon stops instantly, removes his hand from your hair like he’s been burned.

You barely even notice, caught in your own turmoil of thoughts, trying to find your way out of the labyrinth. You don’t even notice as he pulls out from you, but the sudden emptiness only feeds the fall, makes a sob curl in your throat as you try and fail to swallow it down

He’s gone from the bed, you notice, and if anything it makes you panic more.

“S-Simon.” He try, voice wavering, and as if you’ve summoned him he appears back at your side, his voice gentler now but strained, guilty

“Here, pet.” A hand against your spine, a feathering touch given only as a mild offering before you give him permission to touch you, to which you gasp “Please.”

The touch becomes firmer, fingers pulling at the rigidness coiled in your frame, and after a moment there’s the cool touch of a washcloth that wipes the sweat from your skin.

“Y-you didn’t mean it, did you?” You try at last, not moving yet, knowing he’d only hush you back into stillness, make sure you didn’t push yourself too fast too soon

Simon takes a moment to process, realization washing over him at why you invoked your color.

“No, never.” He tells you, voice a little distant, and you know the faint unhappiness that colors his own voice isn’t for you but for him, tearing at himself for causing you hurt

You take care of him too, knot your fingers between his in tender reassurance, reminding him that even as he hovers at your side, you stay beside him too

Captain John Price

You’re trying to soldier through it, the pain that wraps around your thigh as he hauls it over his shoulder, braces it on the broad planes of his frame

Your hands are fisted in the sheets, chest heaving as Price forces his tongue into your cunt, fingers digging red marks into your opposite leg. There’s pleasure coiling n your core with every stripe of his tongue, dragging whimpering moans from your throat

It’s soured, however, by the wrapping on your thigh, the stitched bullet hole radiating pain. The sharp ache drowns any potential pleasure that rises inside you and you try to grit your teeth against it, force it down in pursuit of the warmth of price’s breath against your folds

You can’t. You can’t do it, not with tears beginning to well in your eyes and the sounds coming from transitioning into whimpers of pain.

“John.” You manage, strained, and for a moment Price is so absorbed in his task he almost doesn’t hear you. “J-John, red. Red.”

Price’s head shoots up, his ears attuned to that word specifically, and when he does you see slick coating his chin, his eyes flickering brightly in worry.

A sob bursts from your chest at the sight, dragging with pain, eyes hot and wet as you press a hand to the red blossoming bandage.

He surmises the situation quickly, and instantly he’s rising off you, nearly vanishing from you entirely, giving you a bit of space before sitting back down beside you and gently bending your leg onto his lap

“Shh, it’s alright love.” He reassures you, a hand reaching up to stroke at your sweaty forehead, against your brow bunched in worry. “I’ve got you, you’re alright.”

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out even as his fingers knead into your calf. “I didn’t- it hurts.”

“Never apologize for using your colors.” The captain tells you sternly, and he holds your eyes on him, levying you with a disciplining stare that ensures your compliance. You nod, sniffling, and it makes some of the grimness melt from his eyes, tendered with affection

“Where are your pain meds?” He asks then, a hand gently tracing over the bloodied bandage, and you nod to the bedside drawer.

He nods absently, one hand still braced on your leg, the other reaching past you to withdraw the bottle from the assembly of items there

“You’re going to take these.” He tells you without question, drawing your gaze back to him once more. “We’ll get you cleaned up, and then get something warm in your stomach so they go down sunny, yes?”

You sniffle and nod at him, still feeling a little embarrassed, still in pain. Yet it’s softer now with his touch as his eyes turn to you fondly.

“Might even get you some hair of the dog for good measure.” He offers, and it at last summons a shy but warm smile from you

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Again, if your partner every signals they are uncomfortable during sex, stop, talk, and proceed as needed. If anyone ever disrespects you signaling you are uncomfortable or blatantly ignores your safeword, do not engage with them further. Stay safe, stay sane, and stay consensual

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