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ohbo-ohno · 4 months

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merry christmas @luminousbeings-crudematter, here's the ghoap x reader purge au! (a week and a half after you posted about it... im so sorry)

5.7k, mind the tags <3

cw: ROUGH NONCONSENUAL SEX in all caps, pwp, under-prepared/painful anal sex, some pretty intense fear stuff, people covered in blood and referenced violence (it's a purge au lol)

Your hands tremble where they’re tucked close to your chest, blood sticky and thick between each finger. You feel coated in it, like someone has taken a brush and gone over every inch of your skin, painted you in red.

It’s in your mouth. You can feel the warmth of it on your tongue, the taste of iron sickening. You tell yourself that maybe you bit your tongue, that it’s not really your ex Phil’s blood coating your teeth.

Your thin pajamas are hardly any protection against the chill of the night air, less so with how soaked they are. The stench of piss is heavy in the air, a mixture of yours and his, but you don’t have time to go back inside and change.

You’re running on pure instinct, an animal urge deep in your mind insisting you run. You’d always thought you’d have more of a flight instinct than fight. Despite how you feel now, how your legs itch to carry you as far away as possible, the cooling corpse left behind tells you the truth.

You stumble into the wall, a wave of nausea knocking you off balance. There’s a trail of red left behind as you use one hand to balance yourself, the other held protectively over your heart.

Your security system - cheap, but usually enough to let you sleep through the Purge - is completely destroyed. There’s no chance of it protecting you, and the bust in windows will let anyone on the streets see your vulnerability. You’ll never feel safe there, and you can’t shake the need to run.

There’s no chance of any of your neighbors helping you. There’s some neighborly camaraderie between your floor-mates, but that all disappears on Purge night. It’s every man for himself, every year, without fail. You know that. You even think the same as them, pretend no one else exists when that siren goes off every year.

But now, shaking and terrified, you wish you could knock on a door and see it open. Hear the security system disengage and see a familiar face, beg for help and thank them on your knees.

It’s a nice fantasy. Reality is less kind, seeing you shake with a dawning chill as you manage to shoulder open the door to the stairwell, cringing when it slams behind you.

The cold cement is rough on your feet, and a distant part of yourself worries about slipping - your feet are slick with blood, and you can hear yourself leaving a trail of footsteps. You don’t try to slow down, holding tight to the metal railing and shuffling down the stairs.

You’re halfway down the first of four flights when the door on the next floor opens, a large figure stepping into the stairwell. Your stumble to a stop before you even register that you’re not alone anymore, and you’re backpedaling before you even fully realize.

He’s big, his face covered in a red skull mask. From your vantage point you can see his hair is shaved into a mohawk, and he’s shirtless with only a pair of gray sweatpants on.

He’s drenched in blood. Even more than you, and you feel like you’re drowning in it. If you’re painted in blood, someone took a bucket and dumped it on this man. You can hardly see any unmarked skin, and you wonder for a split-second if the skull was once white.

There’s an audible grin in his voice when he calls up to you. “Look’it you, bonnie thing. You tryin’ to run?” He steps to the side, leaving a wide open space for you to pass him to the next staircase. You’re frozen where you’re leant against the railing, hardly able to breathe. “C’mon, give it a shot.”

You listen, scrabbling further back and all but throwing yourself up the stairs on all fours. You’re only the need to get away, an innate fear that tells you to get as far from the blood-soaked man as quickly as possible. You swear you hear him laugh as you launch yourself up the next flight, panting already.

There’s no safety found in going up though, as hardly two flights later you’re tugged to a stop by your instincts alone.

Standing above you, hardly six feet away and blocking the door he must’ve just come from, is another giant. This one fully clothed and with a white skull mask, somehow bigger and more intimidating than the man you can hear coming up the stairs behind you. You can’t see even an inch of skin, black gloves on his hands and mean black combat boots reaching nearly his knees.

There’s a moment, before the chase ends, where you contemplate jumping over the railing. There’s no going up, there’s no going back, and you can’t even begin to imagine what these two men want with you. The only thing that keeps you from throwing yourself over is the fear that you wouldn’t die on impact, that you’d be left injured and even more vulnerable to these men.

You’re not sure you could’ve tried that plan had you even wanted to, because the moment it forms fully in your mind a pair of thick arms wraps around you, and a heavy weight forces you to the ground.

You cry out at the sudden shove, palms scraped raw against the cement. The man behind you covers your body completely - his knees bracket yours, his hands rest on either side of your head, and there’s no part of the back of you that isn’t cloaked in him.

He doesn’t say anything as he ruts against you, the blood from his chest soaking through your tank top and making you cringe further away. You can’t stop the quiet stream of whimpers as you try to shrink into the stairs, try to get away from the beast behind you. He doesn’t care, only drops more of his weight onto you and pantomines fucking you.

You can feel the outline of his cock through his pants, as thin as the clothes both of you are wearing are. If you weren’t wearing your shorts, if he tugged the waistband of his pants down, he’d be inside of you.

The thought makes you tear up, makes you want to slam your head back and try to knee him in the balls, makes you want to fight.

But all your fight is gone. It died with Phil and your security system, and you’re left only with a weight in your bones that makes you wish you could sink through the floor.

The hard plastic of the skull mask presses to the sensitive skin of your cheek, biting into the fat there. You can see the gleam of bright blue eyes in the sockets, the creases at the edges that tell you he’s smiling.

“You gonna fuck her here for the first time?” The white skull asks, voice deep enough that you hardly register the words. Your eyes are jerked to his form and it makes you shiver to see him sitting on the top of the staircase you’re pinned to, legs spread wide as he stares down at you with a cigarette between lips exposed by the tilted mask. You feel like a sacrifice, thrown to the stairs of a temple for a god.

“Can I?” The man over your shoulder pants, accent roughened from his own movements. You can’t tell if the wetness between your thighs is piss, blood, or an even worse option. You bite your tongue to hold back a whine, wince at the burst of iron in your mouth.

The man above you tilts his head, smoking blown into the air. “You fuck her here, you won’t get to go again on the roof. Don’t need you gettin’ spoiled.”

Your nails dig into the concrete, folding beneath the pressure as you shake beneath the red skulled man. He whines over you, like a petulant kid being told no for the first time, but goes still against you. That alone has you blinking open damp eyelashes, watching him from the corner of your eyes.

“Alright, I’ll wait,” he pants, chin resting on your soldier. “Give ye some time to get ready, huh lass? It’ll be easier for ye then. Just think about what we’ll do to ye, how good it’ll feel to get properly fucked, yeah?”

You sob when he grinds one final time against you, your hips pushed into the harsh edge of the stairs.

He’s dragging you up after that, hardly letting either of you stand fully before shoving you up the stairs. You can’t catch your balance and let out a small cry as you fall back to your knees, mouth twisting in pain at the unforgiving surface against your naked knees.

You flinch when a gloved hand grasps your chin, tugging up until you’re forced to look towards the white skull above you.

You’ve landed between his feet, a boot on either side of your body, and if you’d moved forward even another half foot, you’d have face planted into his lap.

Your heart skips a beat when you realize you’re making eye contact with him. The dark brown of his pupils blends almost seamlessly with what must be black paint smeared around his eye sockets, and the only reason you even realize you’re locked in a staring contest is the way the light reflects off the whites of his eyes.

You don’t have time to try and move away from him on your own (or, more accurately, to throw yourself backwards and pray you didn’t break something falling down the stairs) before a pair of bare hands are shoving you up from beneath the armpits, making you almost squeal as you jerk in the direction you’re forced.

“Up, c’mon,” red skull grunts, hands flitting from one part of your exposed skin to the next as he herds you upstairs. “Need to get inside ye, kitty, fuckin’ walk.”

You sob as you stumble up the stairs, the top of your foot scraping painfully against the concrete. You glance over your shoulder just in time to see White stand to follow you two, but you’re nearly sent sprawling again when Red only shoves you all the more harshly.

“Pl-please,” you manage to gasp, shoulder roughly bouncing off the wall. A glance up tells you you’re two full flights away from the rooftop. “Please, I don’t know what you want, b-but…” You can hardly talk around the sobs floating in your throat, choking you. “Please, please don’t hurt me.”

Red groans as he tugs you nearly off balance, the sound echoing off the walls and full of what you can only describe as hunger.

“Fuck, haven’t even gotten ye naked yet ‘n yer already beggin. Knew ye’d be perfect for us.”

You can hardly see through the tears in your eyes, the rest of the trip up to the roof all gray with streaks of red and black. You can’t focus enough to try and get away again, can’t get enough of your panic under control to fucking think.

The red skull catches you when you almost go careening over the rails, one broad hand catching you by the chest and gripping.

He groans, you flinch. “Fuck, cannae wait to get my mouth on these.” He pinches with his whole hand, your breast going sharp with pain on every fingertip. You whine, flinching further against his chest and trying to shrink away.

“Keep movin’, Soap.”

“Aye,” Red - Soap - pants, and you can practically hear the saliva gathered in his mouth when he swallows. “C’mon, kitty, only a little further.”

The blood on your hands has dried by the time White is shouldering open the door to the roof, your hands itching and the red flaking away every time your fingers twitch. The night air is a cold shock, just jarring enough to tug some reason back into your brain.

Soap doesn’t stop his herding until you’re far enough from the door for his partner to block it with an old metal chair, the back tucked under the door handle. You tuck your hands beneath your arms, shoulders curled in in an attempt to preserve warmth.

You wouldn’t have expected the night to be so cold. Half of the street is burning - flames painting the sky, giving you the exact opposite impression of the biting chill you feel. There are dozens of people in the streets, carrying guns and axes and chainsaws and all sorts of other weapons you can’t see. You feel bile rise in your throat when you realize the dark pools reflecting flames in the street are blood, not water.

“Fuckin’ finally,” Soap grumbles, and you don’t have any time to think before his mouth is pressed forcefully against yours, tongue shoving at your lips.

Your eyes are wide open, unlike his, and you make a shocked sound high in your throat at the sight of his maskless face. You can’t really see what he looks like with the way he’s pressed against you, but it’s a shock nonetheless.

You keep your lips pressed tightly together, no matter how much his tongue prods and tries to force its way into your mouth. You feel more than hear him laugh against you after a few long seconds, and one of his massive paws comes up to cradle your jaw pointer finger against your temple and thumb under your chin.

He stops trying to force himself between your lips after almost a minute, instead shifting to just… licking your lips. His tongue paints wide across your mouth, soaking you in his saliva. He’s almost scarily determined in the way he accosts you, his grip tight on your face as his other hand shifts to bruise your hip, covering what feels like the entire bottom-half of your face in his spit. You can’t help but grimace, trying to pull away from him, but he’s pressed too close.

“Can’t fuckin’ wait to be in ye,” he pants, breath warm and wet against your cheeks. “I know yer gonna squeeze me just right, bonnie, can tell already.”

“Please,” you say, voice weak. “Please, don’t, I don’t want you to-”

His groan is guttural. “Ye wanna know a secret, bonnie?” His voice is quiet between the two of you, bright blue eyes boring deep into yours when he pulls back. To your endless frustration, he’s handsome.

He leans close, whispering so low that you almost have to strain to hear hum. “That’s what makes you fun. Wouldnae be draggin’ you up here if ye wanted it, could get you any other night of the year for that. But it’s Purge night, lass… so you go ahead and fight as much as ye want, yeah? Just makes it more fun for me.”

You can’t help but sob at that, fat tears streaming down your face as he maneuvers you. You feel disconnected from your body as he forces you down to the ground, your soft belly left exposed when he pushes up your tank-top to cup one of your breasts, a whimper crawling out of your throat at the way the gravel presses into you.

You feel his breathing grow heavier as his hands move down to your shorts, shoving them off your hips and leaving them loose around your calves, completely disregarding your pitiful attempts at crawling away.

“Poor thing, been stuck in these the whole time? They fuckin’ reek, bonnie, no offense. That his piss or yours?”

You shake your head against the ground, face twisted up in acute humiliation. For some stupid reason you don’t want to even begin exploring, you find it necessary to whisper, “H-his.”

Soap hums, and you curse yourself inwardly when the humiliation is slightly alleviated.

“Get ‘em off her,” the white mask says, and you can’t help but jump at the sound of his voice. He’s sat on a large box only a few feet away, leaning back and relaxing, looking for all the world like he’s settled in for his favorite show. “Don’t want anythin’ of his touching her now.”

The sound Soap makes at that is animalistic, a snarl coming from deep in his chest that makes you flinch as he all but tears the shorts from your body. You wince at the wet splat of them landing several feet away.

You force your forehead into the gravel when your knees are forced wide, a rough hand and another pair of knees spreading you.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no…” you can’t help but beg, voice trembling. “Please- god, please don’t-”

“Fuck,” he moans over your shoulder. “Yeah, keep goin’, lass.”

You sob at the feeling of warm skin against your bared behind, his thick length slotting itself smoothly between the slightly spread lips of your pussy. Your eyes squeeze shut and it takes all your willpower not to keep begging.

He slides himself back and forth against you for a few long breaths, using online the slight slickness from a mixture of piss and blood to get some friction. But to your immense horror, it only takes a few moments for the sensual movement against your clit to have your body preparing itself.

The slight wetness at your hole might be a betrayal, but it’s not nearly enough to ease the way when he pushes inside of you with no warning.

You nearly scream, a high sound of pure panic and pain when it feels like you’re being split in two. Somewhere off in the distance, you hear someone laugh. Right above you, Soap groans.

He’s buried himself to the hilt inside you before the pain has had any time at all to fade, and he’s fucking into you hardly a second after that.

Every thrust forces a grunt from your throat, the entire weight of him slammed into your back each time his balls smack against your clit. Your face is twisted up in a grimace, your whole body racked with pain that your assaulter couldn’t care less about.

“Fuck, kitty. Yer squeezin’ me so good, such a good girl, shit-! Knew you’d be ti-tight as a vice, fuck, but didn’t know you’d be squeezin’ me so tight I can hardly move.”

Your whine is plaintive, his moan is filled with pleasure.

“Yer gettin’ so wet for me, bonnie. Ye like this, huh? Bet you like it just as much as I do, gettin’ thrown around and takin’ advantage of. That it, kitty? Ye like being forced?”

You sob and shake your head against the ground, crying all the more when sharp pebbles dig into your cheeks.

“Naw, I think ye do. Why else’d you be- fuck, squeezin’ me like that?”

“Cause- because-” you try, but you can’t get the breath in to get more than a single word out.

“Huh? Cause- cause-?” Soap mocks, his voice pitching up to mimic you as he plants himself deep inside you, grinding his hips against the meat of your ass. “C’mon, kitty, tell me why. Go on.”

“Cause I want you to stop!” You cry, balled up fist slamming into the gravel. You can’t help but whine ow when the sharp rocks poke into your skin, and Soap’s laugh shakes your entire body.

“Good,” he whispers, breath hot against your ear. “Squirm all ye want, lass. I love it when you fight.”

You can do nothing but go limp beneath him as he begins fucking you again, his pace somehow faster and even more relentless. It’s a small mercy that there’s no fight left in you, that you can’t give him any more pleasure.

It certainly doesn’t stop him, though. Despite the fact that you’re doing your best impression of a dead fish, Soap pants and moans against your shoulder like you’re the single best thing he’s ever slept with. His cock is painfully hard inside of you, and his pace never once slows.

He’s loud when he finally comes, the sound of his orgasm clear enough that you know he’s thrown his head back to the sky. You can only whimper as he rolls his hips against you, working the last spurts of cum out of his cock and into your unwilling body.

“Fuck,” he sighs in your ear, sounding far more satisfied than he has any right to. “Good girl, kitty. You were perfect.”

You sniffle beneath him when he slowly pulls out, both of you groaning at the sensation. He gives you an almost perfunctory pat on the ass, and stands to walk away. You manage to open your eyes and focus just in time to see him slide to the ground in front of his partner, leaning against the wall.

“Yer turn,” he sighs. “Warmed her up good for you, Lt.”

Despite the hatred boiling in your gut, you can do nothing but lay limp on the ground and watch as his partner stands, cracking his neck and moving towards your prone form.

You want to run, you want to fight, but you can only watch the executioner come closer and wait for the metaphorical axe to fall.

He crouches by your head first, grasping your chin and pulling up until your torso tries to follow to alleviate the tension. He stares deep into your eyes for a long moment, and you find that it’s impossible to even tell where his pupils are with no real lighting. You feel like you’re truly looking into the empty eye sockets of a skull, no man and no mercy to be found.

“You’ll call me Ghost when I fuck you,” he rumbles, thumb stroking over the scrapes on your cheek. He doesn’t wait for a response, simply hauls you up by the shoulder and turns you onto your back.

He’s rough with your limbs as he shoves your legs together and up, his forearm banding across the backs of both of your knees and holding them to your chest. You whimper and wiggles as best you can, but the bruising blow against your thigh is enough to have you gasping and stilling.

“Don’t fight,” he warns, and you feel his gloved fingers running up the crack of you. “You’re hurtin’ enough as it is, and I’m not gonna help. You wanna make it worse too?”

You shake your head, unsure if he can even see you through your legs. He doesn’t respond, and hums when he swipes two fingers through the liquid gathered between your lips.

You whine when those fingers move further down, a fresh panic creeping in when he presses around your back hole.

“You should be glad Soap fucked you so good,” Ghost drawls. “He gave you all the lube you’re gonna get.”

You feel like an animal when you whine again, unsure of how to even begin trying to speak. You yelp when a thick finger slides into your hole, completely disregarding any resistance and forcing its way in until it’s buried to the knuckle. Your cries go ignored.

“Quit squirmin’,” Ghost scolds, pulling his finger out to smack your ass before shoving two back in. “You’re fine.”

You’re not, you’re terrified and hurting and upset, but none of those things matter when Ghost only coaxes more of your slick and Soap’s spend to your unused whole so there’s less resistance.

The only blessing you have is the fact that you can’t see more than the outline of Ghost’s figure with the way he’s got you positioned. You try your best to close your eyes and float into disassociation, and while you can’t fully manage it, the fact that you can’t see his face - his mask - helps you distance yourself from what’s happening.

The moment you realize this is of course the moment it stops being true.

He seems to decide you’re ready after scissoring three fingers inside of you, hefting himself up so that he looms more fully over you. You can only whine as you feel the movements of him unbuckling his belt, feel the weight of him slap against your slightly spread cheeks.

Fresh tears fall past your lashes as you stare up into the fathomless darkness that are Ghost’s eyes. There’s nothing there, just a cold empty skull prepared to ruin you.

You don’t even have the energy to beg.

The stretch of him inside your ass is five times worse than Soap was. There’s no natural lubrication, and nowhere near enough synthetic lube either. Your hole feels like it’s on fire, the stretch white hot as he gives you no mercy.

You’re not even fully sure what you’re babbling as he slowly sinks to the root, only aware of the pain and fear and panic sitting heavy in your heart. You fear you’ll choke on your tears, head jerking back and forth.

He sighs when he bottoms out, heavy barrel chest forcing your knees past your shoulders. Your hips strain, just another pain from the endless abuse.

“There,” he grunts, patting your thigh when you go limp from it all. “Stay nice and still now, just need a place to dump my cum.”

Upsettingly enough, that hurts. The idea that you could mean nothing to this man is somehow worse than the thought of him having some other twisted feelings for you, your hormone-addled mind deeply insulted.

His thrusts are long and slow, each one pulling nearly completely out before slamming back in. The sound of your skin slapping together is embarrassingly sexual, and a distant part of you is aware enough to pray that no one nearby had heard your screams and cries.

Ghost is near silent as he fucks you, the opposite of Soap. You can only hear the occasional grunt when you squeeze him because he’s inches away from your face - you can even feel the occasional gusts of breath when his hips start working a little faster.

There’s nothing you can do but lay limply beneath him and take it, just a vehicle for his pleasure. You almost manage to float away, to pretend none of this is happening or has ever happened, when his free hand moves from your thigh to the top of your cunt.

You nearly squeal when he rubs your clit, the smooth leath gliding over your slick bud. Your eyes fly wide open, back arching as much as you can with three hundred pounds of man holding you down. The loud laugh from several feet away only makes you writhe more.

“Make her squirt, Lt!” Soap shouts, his voice carefree.

“Shut it, Johnny,” Ghost grunts, voice roughened with pleasure. You don’t even have time to focus on the fact that he’s just told you Johnny’s name, far too preoccupied with the tidal wave of pleasure rushing towards you.

You have no idea why it happens. You’re never quick to come - almost every single partner of yours has complained about you taking so long to get off, it’s been an Issue in several relationships.

So it makes absolutely no sense that after hardly a minute of rough circles against your clit, you’re clenching down on the cock in your ass and moaning loudly as your orgasm overtakes you.

The natural clench of your body only makes the pain worse, a sharp spike of it running up your cunt and making your moan shift into more pained sounds. Ghost only moans in tandem above you, his thrusts becoming slightly less even as he lets your orgasm coax out his own.

You sob when you feel his cum paint your insides.

Unlike Johnny, Ghost doesn’t pull out after he comes. He lets your legs fall limp on either side of him, just barely managing to catch them for you before you slam your ankles to the ground. He leans his torso over yours, elbows resting on either side of your shoulders while you do nothing but wait beneath him.

He’s sweat off some of the makeup. This close, you can see hints of pale skin in the sockets of the mask. There’s nothing to read in his eyes, but that flash of skin tells you he’s still a man.

You swallow, trying to work moisture back into your dry mouth, and whisper, “Will… will you let me go now?”

You know it’s more likely he’ll kill you. It’s what you can only imagine happened to all those bodies in the streets, what you know happens to tens of thousands of women every year.

So it’s not a surprise when he doesn’t answer you verbally, instead covering your mouth with his palm and pinching your nose shut with his fingers.

Your eyes flutter shut after a moment, lungs tightening already, and all you can hope is that suffocation is a quick death.

———————————————————————

You wake, gasping, in a dark room.

You’re lurching forward before you’re even fully aware that you’re awake, coughing loudly and gasping when it feels like your throat is bleeding.

“Oh, poor thing,” you hear a familiar accented voice coo, and a moment later there’s a warm hand patting your back. “Yer alright, deep breaths.”

You jerk back from Soap - Johnny - as soon as your coughing is under control, scrambling back on your palms and staring at him with wide eyes. He only grins at you, looking for all the world like any other normal man in his sweater and sweatpants.

He got changed at some point - these pants are clean. He’s not wearing his mask either, and you’re struck dumb by how non threatening he manages to look.

He also changed your clothes - or Ghost did, maybe. You try to cover your chest with one hand, but there’s no hiding the fact that you’re completely naked.

Johnny only laughs at your attempted modesty. “Been starin’ at them for hours, lass. Ye’ve got nothin’ to hide.”

That’s… horrifying, and does absolutely nothing to calm you down.

It’s then that Ghost rises from a chair, stepping forward and making you aware of his presence. “Calm down, Johnny. We don’t want her panickin’ this early.”

Soap fully pouts, tilting his head at you before glancing up at his partner. “I haven’t even done anythin’, Ghost. Was just sayin’ hi, tha’s all.”

Ghost snorts, gripping Johnny’s mohawk and tugging back until the other man sprawls back on his ass. “You know how you are, pup. Give your kitty some space.”

Johnny listens, crossing one leg beneath him and bending the other close to his chest, looking casual as can be. Meanwhile your heartbeat only gets faster, and you wince when you happen to lean too far one direction and feel a throbbing reminder of what these men did to you.

Ghost steps forward again, crouching just out of arm's reach. You realize he’s not wearing the same skull mask as before, but a balaclava with a printed skull pattern instead. His eye sockets are unpainted, and you’re shocked by how such little things make him look so much more human.

“You can calm down. Long as you behave, nothin’ much worse’ll happen to you.”

You find yourself almost comically not-comforted by that, and can do nothing more than stare at him with wide eyes.

“Where…” Your voice cracks, so you swallow and start again. “Where am I?”

It’s Johnny who speaks up. “Our place. We finally brought ye home with us, kitty.”

The world feels like it’s slowed around you, and your eyes drag from one kidnapper to the other. You have to swallow again to work any moisture into your bone-dry mouth.

“Is the Purge over?”

The creases at the corner of Ghost’s eyes are painfully obvious with how pale his skin is, and you shudder at the thought of him smiling.

“Been over for… what, five hours now? Somethin’ like that.”

You can’t fight the tremble in your voice now. “Then… then you have to let me go.”

Ghost’s head tilts, the creases get deeper. “Do I?”

You nod with as much conviction as you can - which is almost none. “You can’t keep me here. You’re breaking the law.”

Ghost leans closer on the balls of feet and you lean further back, your spine pressing into the wall behind you. “Are we now? And who do you think will stop us, pet?”

“The- the police. Someone will report me missing, they’ll come looking.”

“Oh? And you think they’ll come here?”

You nod as best you can, and jump when Ghost laughs. It’s low and quiet, only a few beats, but it’s like gasoline thrown on the small fire of panic in your mind.

“You have no idea where you even are, and you think they’ll find you? I hate to break it to you doll, but you’ll be lucky if they look for you for a week. You have any idea how many people go missin’ after the Purge?”

Your breath is quickening. “So that’s it? You’re just going to… going to keep me here, forever? What are you even going to do?”

His laugh is sharper, meaner this time. “We’re gonna do a whole lot more of what we did last night, pet. Keep you as a little cocksleeve, a pretty thing tucked in the basement just for our entertainment. Ain’t that right, Johnny?”

You manage to tear your eyes away to look at Soap and see that he’s nearly salivating, having inched closer and closer and shifted so he’s knelt behind Ghost. There’s a feral spark in his eyes that has every hair on your body standing straight up.

“Yeah, tha’s right. Don’t worry, lass, we’ll make sure yer never lonely. Might even stay the night with you, cuddle up in the winter. Bet ye could keep our cocks nice and toasty in the cold, huh? Gonna let us use ye as a little heater?”

“A heater, a mattress, a fleshlight… your future’s lookin’ bright, sweetheart,” Ghost drawls, mockery dripping heavily from the cruel words.

Your eyes dart back and forth between the two men and their predatory stares, your heart racing against your ribcage.

It’s not a conscious choice for you to launch yourself towards them, reaching out and clawing your sharp nails down Soap’s face with a feral scream that tears your throat to shreds.

Even as Ghost throws you off and forces you to the ground, you vow to fight these men to the end. You’ll kill them both if you have to, leave them dead and wander however many miles it is back to your apartment.

Ghost only laughs when you shout this in his face, and you scream as you lunge forward, just managing to catch his masked chin between your teeth and bite.

With your fight instinct back in full force, you’re ready to make their lives hell.

#lumi im SORRY hand on the bible i could not tell you why this took me so long #it's pwp. it's pure smut. there is no justifiable reason for this taking a week #i literally have FOUR fucking docs of purge au's rn lmao like when i tell you i tried to write this SO MANY TIMES it was just not happening #ghoap x reader #bo writes #purge au #how do i tag this to get people to see it but not to get people complaining about dark fic to me #...i don't #oh well. special treat for you guys lol

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crystalflygeo · 1 year

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Sinful voice. ft "Morax" + fem!reader (modern AU)

cw/tags: Voice kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, female masturbation, uuhh fantasizing? petnames (sweetheart, sweetie, babygirl, darling).

notes: I literally had this sudden brainrot idea today at work (rip) and as soon as I came home I typed all this in a rush and bOI. That man's voice is just...... no words. Drives me insane, wild, crazy, feral.

To say you were nervous was an understatement.

You were starting a new chapter of your life, fresh into college, moving to a whole other city to dedicate to your studies and enter the “adult world”

You’d arrived a few weeks early to move in and start settling on your little space, it was barely a small room in a house you’d share with other new students. You’d even share a kitchen but hey, at least each one had a tiny individual bathroom for yourselves.

Tomorrow was the big day. Your first day. And although you’d heard many people say they would just take it easy or even skip the first few days (because “they were not that important” as schedules and teachers were still being organized) you’d heard just as many stories about how college was difficult and important and you gotta make good first impressions and familiarize and meet new people and blablabla…

It was pretty nerve-wracking.

So here you are, way past midnight, rolling over in bed unable to calm down.

You sigh and start messing around with your phone, bored. Maybe you can just skip tomorrow?

Or maybe…

You bite your lip. There’s a little something you can do to… relax.

Before you can even think, your fingers are already typing the familiar webpage name on the phone, already smiling mischievously.

In your search for a little “spice” for your solo pleasure sessions you often went for audios and ASMR content. The sounds and voices were much hotter than excessively raunchy lame crude run-of-the-mill videos in your honest opinion. All you had to do was get comfy, close your eyes, and immerse on the fantasy. It was bliss.

And so, a few months ago you had found him.

Morax.

Oh, that man had a voice to die for, deep and rich like syrup, making you shiver and whine every time. His content was absolutely top-notch and you’d been instantly drawn like a moth to a flame ever since you’d managed to drag out one of your best orgasms ever after listening and playing along for a few minutes.

And when you dug around and found his subscription page? Oh boy, you were a goner.

You can only imagine what your parents would say if they knew you spend money on something like this but hey, financial independence means you can spend your money (from part time-jobs and whatnot) on whatever you want.

And damn you want this sexy voice murmuring dirty praise on your ear.

You scramble out of bed, grabbing your earphones and getting rid of some of your clothes before settling down again comfortably, pillow propped against the headboard, almost giggling excitedly as you scroll around the page’s contents.

Morax was obviously an experienced dom. His content covered a myriad of different kinks and scenarios, many of which you had even only started to explore because of him. And though his voice was always calm and refined, with this sweetness and dominant tilt to it, his growls and groans could be just as wild. Morax sounded downright sinful when angry, scolding or degrading the listener. And his moans and soft chuckles? Oh, you could just faint with those.

Or come, probably. Yeah.

“Daddy fucks you in his lap” “Overstimulating my pet’s little clit” “Grind your sweet pussy on Master’s leg” “Waking you up with my big cock” “Making you my good girl” “Cum until you cry and beg”

You blush as you look at the titles, skimming around tags and descriptions looking for whatever strikes your mood tonight. Heck, anything would be fine if it was him though, you swore you weren’t even into the whole daddy kink before you heard Morax but now…

Oh.

Well lucky you, he’d just uploaded something new a few hours ago, you were one of the first views… ever the fangirl, huh? You click on it as you subconsciously lick your lips. Gods, your body feels hot and needy already, knowing what’s to come.

“Daddy spoils your little pussy” reads the caption, and you place your phone by your side, lying down, propping your legs and closing your eyes.

Oh, oh my god. Your breath catches as the audio starts off right away with some lewd wet noises. Usually, Morax would sweet talk for a bit first to set the scene and mood, but you sure weren’t complaining!

Your heartbeat speeds up as your hands start rubbing at your legs and over your panties, just trying to get your body up to speed.

“Hmmm… oh, there you are sweetheart.” Gods. Morax’s voice. You already wanted to moan at the deep baritone vibrating in your ears. “I’m sorry to wake you up.”

How ironic that you couldn’t sleep yourself.

His voice drags, sounds a little tired and hoarse, it just adds to it and you picture him kissing and dragging his tongue along your skin “You like that don’t you baby? Feeling my lips… tracing your hipbone like this. I can feel the goosebumps blooming along your skin.”

Oh goosebumps alright, you shiver as you rub at your skin a little impatient, how you wish you really had his lips worshipping you right now.

“You don’t even have to do anything, you can even just go back to sleep, if you’d like.” He chuckles. “But daddy just needed you, he needed his… hmm… sweet babygirl.”

“Hng Morax yes… need you too, daddy.” You whisper softly, already shifting on the sheets.

He continues to kiss and whisper sweet nothings about how he wants to make you feel good, kiss you and pamper you and make you relax, and you melt. His soft breathing and wet sucking and kissing noises turning you on instantly.

“Alright sweetie let’s take these panties off.” There’s a slight rustle of fabric in the audio as you quickly strip off your own underwear along. “That’s a good girl. Hmm… look at your sweet little pussy, already wet and swollen for me.” He groans and you whimper and buck your hips.

“Oh god please…” You’re so keyed up already. Morax simply has that effect on you, and you wish he would hurry so you can start touching where you most need it.

“Hmm… just relax sweetheart. Lie down and let daddy take care of you… of your cute little pussy.” More erotic noises follow as you picture him slowly going down and down until he kisses and licks at your folds. “Oh, that tickles sweetie?” Another sinful chuckle.

His voice, his voice was just so good. You’d wondered many times what kind of man would have such a deep hypnotizing voice. Surely he was older, but maybe not quite a silver fox. Dark hair, maybe? A large frame, broad shoulders, lean muscles but still elegant, a proper gentleman to go with his personality.

You knew he had golden eyes, that was a fact. Well, at least what he’d mentioned in a couple of scenes, it could very well be a lie but you wanted to believe in that mysterious domineering golden glow, staring up at you like molten heat from above you or between your legs.

Morax’s voice keeps feeding your fantasy, commenting how wet you are, how your body twitches, how he drags, slow and languid around your hole and oh, it’s like your body responds exactly the way he wants, guided by him.

“Darling, let me just… hmm… suck on your cute little clit like this.”

“Ah!”

A shock of pleasure runs trough your veins as you start rubbing on the little nub. His voice muffled, moaning as he sucks and licks and sighs deeply, clearly enjoying this.

“So sweet, so good for me. Oh, it makes daddy just ache for you sweetheart.”

You want Morax’s cock in you yesterday.

His voice turns breathy and strained, the noises and tension intensifying as you rub faster, legs shaking, your breath coming out in gasps to match his, back arching off the bed. It’s all so good, his praise, his dirty words, his gasps, his moans.

“Come on sweetie, I know you want my big cock but first… hng… first daddy wants you to cum hah… do that for me princess? Come for daddy, come on.”

“F-fuck… fuck… hnnng” You mewl. “M-Morax…”

“I got you darling I’m right here, you can cum baby I want to taste you.”

“Ah A-Ah!” Your mouth parts into a silent scream and your whole body tenses and shudders, pleasure buzzing in your veins and under your flushed sweaty skin. Your juices spill against your hand but you imagine them wetting his chin as his voice groans and moans in your ears. You picture those half-lidded sultry golden eyes glowering at you.

“That’s a very good girl…” He chuckles, and your hazy mind can picture him nuzzling at your inner thighs. “Now, now get ready babygirl, give me your legs like this.” A noise of sheets shifting registers in your brain “Around my shoulder and let me just… hng… stroke my big cock ready for you.”

Oh you were floating, your head was spinning, you parted your legs, following his every command, fingers still rubbing at your oversensitive folds to simulate whatever he was doing. You moan at the slick jerking sound and vaguely lament not having something to fill you up as he would.

“Hmm… we’re just getting started, my dear.” He hisses.

The night was long and the audio not even halfway…

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Even though you ended up going to sleep way past any reasonable time you didn’t really feel tired. In fact, you slept wonderfully, warm and sated. And so, you headed up to class with a carefree skip and bright smile, excited to see what this new day and new year would bring you.

The classroom was rather big but looked pretty empty even though the professor was already there, you slid into one of the front seats and quickly checked the time. You weren’t late or anything, he was just… punctual and early, it seems. Which is more than can be said by the majority of the students… if they are even coming to the class.

Some general studies were mandatory classes, though you’d only had to take a couple courses before moving to subjects more in line with your chosen career. But for now, seems like you had to deal with… history.

The professor was, well… handsome, to be quite honest. And you found yourself quietly admiring him from afar. Prim and proper with long silky dark hair in a low ponytail, a perfectly neat and brown suit, and thin elegant glasses that only drew more attention to his striking gold eyes. Not a crease in sight, not a hair out of place.

He was rather meticulous it seems, with the way he organized his material, checking the time before starting the class on the dot.

“Greetings everyone, my name is Zhongli.” He smiles warmly. “I believe a welcome in is order as this is your first day of college, a new stage of your life.”

No way.

Absolutely no fucking way.

His voice…

“Seems like you’re stuck with me for your very first class.” He chuckles.

Low and deep and velvet.

Oh, you know that exact same sound.

Your eyes widen.

Oh shit.

Mr. Zhongli is Morax…

“Let’s hope this year shall be a good and prosperous one, hm?”

#genshin smut #zhongli smut #genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x you #zhongli x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #crys writes #fem reader #professor zhongli #SIKE did you like that lil plot twist at the end???#lmao it was hella obvious but I still didn't wanna ruin it from the start by putting it in the title #idk how to tag cw #LISTEN #ZHONGLI'S VOICE IS PURE SIN I CANNOT #SCREAMING AT MY OWN WRITING #MIGHT HAVE AN IDEA FOR A FOLLOW UP ALREADY HMMMMMM

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enchantdlunatic · 21 days

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ your sweet 666 ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

sfw(ish) | soft raphael | fluff | enemies to lovers

raphael x gn tav!

notes: this is just me yapping while I try to figure out my thoughts on this idea, currently deciding whether to flesh this out into a full nsfw fic or not, we’ll see <3

☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾

♱ Scanning the infernal contract laid out before him, Raphael couldn’t help but smirk as he read over the soul binding terms and conditions he meticulously constructed to ensure this new client of his couldn’t squirm their way out of it. Satisfied with his work, he turned his attention to Tav, their body draped across the chaise in a peaceful slumber. As he looked at them longingly, he began reminiscing on a time where his partner was one of the pawns in his game. A desperate vagabond adventurer with a most unwelcome visitor in their brain, Raphael knew he had struck gold. ‘Impetuous fools’ he had called them in conversation with Korilla, but when he first met the party of soon to be mindflayers, he was enraptured by their leader.

Tav hated Raphael’s pompous and snide disposition, hated his stupid rhymes and pretty little words of nothing, hated how much he loved himself. Their alliance was purely built on mutual need, a means to an end. And yet when Raphael proposed a deal to obtain the crown of Karsus in exchange for his infernal weaponry, Tav couldn’t bring themselves to say no. They saw reflected in his eyes the same longing they felt, longing for something, someone. And as Tav signed the contract, they shared a look of understanding.

His stubborn pride would never let him admit that when Tav threatened to tear that contract of theirs in two during a heated argument, the thought of not obtaining the crown of Karsus didn’t even enter his mind. His only concern was losing whatever connection he had with them. Raphael was never one to grow fond of his clients, he always thought they were beneath him. Sure, he knew how to play into their desires, exploit their weaknesses, make them play along with his games until they begged on their knees for his mercy when they failed to deliver. But none of his clients made him feel the way Tav did. He came to admire their stubborn bravery and fierce attitude, even with that death sentence of a tadpole squirming around in their skull. None of his other clients would ever have the guts to challenge a devil. But Tav did. And it sparked something deep within him.

Raphael always believed he was dealing the upper hand, until every time he spent a night writhing under Haarlep all he could think about was them. How their touch would feel, the ecstasy they would share. He would always end the night calling their name out in a deep, breathy moan, a flush of red spreading to his cheeks in shame. He chastised himself for days afterwards. How could he be so foolish as to let a mere mortal infiltrate his mind and his heart? The devil himself, sin incarnate, was feeling giddy over some rogue adventurer.

When Tav delivered the Crown into his hands after Raphael had amended their contract a little too much for his liking, he should have been elated. Raphael got what he wanted, Tav got what they wanted, the deal had been fulfilled. But instead he still felt just as hollow as he had before they met. With no contract looming over their head, Tav could just walk away and the two would never cross paths ever again. Whilst they would never admit it, Tav only began offering their services to Raphael purely because they couldn’t bear not to see him, be near him, and their alliance over time grew into something more deep, more personal, more passionate.

Their relationship had begun as tumultuous. In all his centuries of living Raphael had never known how to love or be loved, and Tav struggled to let him get close to their heart. But over time they grew to be a formidable couple. The power plays, the fight for domination, the never ending game of cat and mouse, Raphael felt that he had finally found his equal. One that could match him, challenge him.

His nights of unfeeling and rough sex with Haarlep were replaced with long evenings of tender passion and warmth with Tav. Raphael couldn’t even remember the last time someone held him. And he cherished it. He showered Tav in love and affection, giving into every request, for he wanted, needed them to know that he was theirs, afraid that if he didn’t display his affection enough, Tav would leave, and he would once again be alone. But he pushed that fear aside, reminding himself he was loved, Tav was safe, and they were happy.

As he continued to gaze upon his little mouse, his chest swelled with pride and admiration. In the Hells, he had found his little piece of heaven. ♱

To be continued…

you can also read it here <3 <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works

#this is awful i’m rusty lmao #i’m trying to write things other than pure smut and it is HARD #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion #bg3 tav

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justarandombrit · 13 days

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I'd just like all the Jet Lag: The Game fans to know that me and my parents have taken to calling Adam "The Most Stressed Man Alive" like it's his official title.

#cant believe this series has a fandom lmao #like dont get me wrong i love it but i wasnt expecting it #jet lag the game #jet lag #adam chase #edit: jesus christ the pure amount of smut on ao3. not judging just incredibly surprised

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nyoomfruits · 9 months

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closest i get (max/charles, 5k, completed)

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal or anything, right? It can be just about sex, nothing else.” Charles steps forward, into Max’s space. Reaches out a hand, lets it run over Max’s cheek, leans a little closer. “Just sex,” he whispers, in the ever diminishing space between them as Max leans into his touch. “Fuck,” Max whispers, screwing his eyes shut, breathing deeply through his mouth. “I shouldn’t, I really shouldn’t-“ Charles cuts him off by lurching forward and pressing a kiss to Max’s mouth, quick and fleeting, but then Max groans, grabs Charles’s waist, pulls him closer, kisses him hard. Charles melts into it immediately, overwhelmed by Max’s scent, by his hands on Charles’s waist, his mouth on Charles’s. It’s like something clicks into place, when they kiss.

READ HERE

for the @lestappenweek day three prompt 'omegaverse' :)

#lestappen #lestappen week #DAY THREE IS HERE BABES AND ITS PURE SMUT LMAO #my fic

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skibasyndrome · 29 days

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the joy of finally finishing a chapter I've been on and off working on since NOVEMBER!!!!!

but also

rip. why must I continuously develop to write more and more in one fic....

#anyways guys uh....#the final chapter of You crave the Applause might be coming in at a whooping 13.8 k words of... how do I say this #pure and unapologetic smut #if you thought lavender haze was intense... well at least that one was like a third to half dancing/flirting #but aaaaaaaah I'm so relieved #even though I know gotta get to the ugly part #I just really dislike editing lmao I have no patienceeee #simon.out.#takes from the google docs

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woman-of-balnain · 1 year

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You Don't Form in the Wet Sand (I Do) - Part 2/2 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

Prev. Part | Masterlist | AO3 Ver.

Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Request: You and Rick share your first heat/rut together.

A/N:

Ok so if anyone reading this hasn’t read my other story ‘the Claim’ (specifically referring to chapter 5) then I don’t do knots in an alpha’s rut. I mean you can always request that, but I have my own version which was requested here (and which I use in my original ideas). Basically Rick stays hard and cums multiple times before he’s sated. At least for a while before he’s ready to go for another round lol. - Because heats and ruts are basically designed for the sole purpose of reproducing, my hc is that the bodies of omegas are biologically equipped to handle it. Still, since this is the reader’s first time with an alpha, she is a bit overstimulated and Rick eventually gives her a bit of a break in the middle. -

Just a reminder that Rick is behind the reader at the start of this chapter (his chest pressed up against her back) -

Let’s just hc that the gun holster is detachable from Rick’s belt… (safety is important lol) -

There’s too many clothes in the beginning of this chapter, hopefully it doesn’t stall things too much. -

I also added a little bit of insight into Rick’s thoughts during the smut. If it’s weird lmk and I won’t include it again in future smut. -

Warnings: Smut, a/b/o dynamic (some non-traditional), established relationship, dominant Rick, possessive Rick, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking (both with hands and belt), multiple male and female orgasms, independent omega Reader, female Reader.

Word Count: 6,387

Divider by: @cafekitsune

You let out a startled moan as Rick pushed you up against the nearest wall. Your hands automatically lifted up to press against it as his own moved down to your lower stomach. His lips continued to tease your mating gland while his fingers worked to unbutton your jeans and before long, he was tugging them - and your panties - down your legs. Then he was pulling off your boots, letting your jeans be completely tugged off too. Rick was still behind you, as you faced the wall. But you started to turn when he remained stepped back and away from your body.

“Don’t move, ‘mega,” he ordered, stopping you.

“But –”

You were cut off as Rick’s hand slapped down on your ass and your words morphed into another moan. The sound of him unbuckling his belt could be heard and then the tell-tale noise of him unzipping his own jeans followed. You had become hot all over in record time and you knew that his rut had triggered your own heat. The fact that slick was rapidly pooling between your thighs just confirmed it. Then Rick was pressed up behind you again, his bare thighs against yours as one of his hands pushed down on your back.

“You’re gonna listen for once,” his tone was dark and heated. “Bend over for me, omega.”

“And if I don’t?” You challenged again, as a deep and previously undiscovered part of you was secretly loving this new side of him.

You moaned shamelessly, even louder now, as he spanked down on your ass again. Only this time, he used his belt and the sting on your skin was more prominent. Your heat made everything feel different though, so the contact felt good more than it did painful.

“That’s it,” Rick used his fingers to gently soothe away any last remnants of the slight ache. “That’s the only thing I wanna hear from you, baby. How much you love being good for me. You know what’ll happen if you keep talkin’ back, right?”

His accent, that southern twang you loved so much, only seemed to become more noticeable as his desire grew – as well as his impatience. Part of you wanted to bite back some more, but the need for him to just fuck you was greater, so you nodded eagerly.

“Good girl,” he praised you, voice husky and addled with lust. “Now bend over for me, sweetheart, and spread your legs.”

You let out a sound that was between a whimper and a sigh of need as you shifted, doing as he’d commanded you to. Your hands were pressed hard against the wall, since it was the only thing you could use for support. As you bent over, legs spread wide and presenting yourself to him, you felt your slick trickle down your thighs as your body yearned for him needily.

“Fuck, baby,” Rick moaned, his fingers falling between your thighs and spreading your folds. “Your pussy’s so wet. You’re ready for me, huh?”

“Mmm,” you moaned.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised you.

He seemed to take your moan as all the confirmation he needed, because then he was thrusting into you, deep and hard. He let out his own sound of deep gratification as he pushed himself in to the hilt.

“You’re so tight, ‘mega,” Rick grit out, taking a moment to just enjoy the way you were wrapped snugly around him. “Baby, you’ve been wasted on betas. I can tell I’m your first alpha.”

You had told him as much; he was just getting cocky about the fact that you’d never taken anything so big before.

“And I’m gonna be the last,” he continued, promising that after this you’d never want anyone but him. “Ain’t I?”

You didn’t answer, too wrapped up in the way he filled you so perfectly. All you wanted was for him to start moving again and stimulate you further. But he kept himself torturously still, teasing you until your mind was frazzled with an aching sense of need.

“Answer me, omega,” Rick grit out, his voice more demanding now.

“Maybe…” you replied, intending to tease him just as much as he was you.

But then you felt the force of his belt on your ass again and all that left you was another sound of blatant desire.

“You’re mine,” Rick reminded you. “And I’m the only alpha you’re ever gonna need or want.”

He spanked you once more, as if to prove his point because it was like he just knew how you’d respond. Your back arched and your pussy spasmed in reaction, showing that he was right, even if you didn’t verbally confirm it. Your body was already desperate for him and only him. But Rick still wasn’t satisfied, and he began to pull out of you.

“I’m yours,” you told him hurriedly, feeling like the worst thing imaginable in that moment would be if he refused to fuck you.

“You’re only mine, omega,” Rick reminded you.

“Yes,” you breathed out in agreement and then he slammed back into you. “Oh god…”

You felt his long and thick cock stretching you out and suddenly all you could do was moan helplessly and wantonly, as he began to set a ruthless pace moving in and out of you. His hands were holding onto your hips tightly and if it wasn’t for that, you likely wouldn’t still be standing. He made your mind dizzy with lust and your entire body responded to him.

Rick’s scent was wrapped around you, and you realized that the slight difference you’d picked up on before signified his rising desire and the fiery escalation of his rut. All you could think of or feel was him, and as the symptoms of your heat increased rapidly, the only thing you wanted was the sweet and blissful sense of release.

You could feel every inch of his cock as your walls wrapped tightly around him. The velvety skin that covered the steel hardness underneath, the veins which protruded and provided further stimulation, the precum spilling out and deep into you. It was as though you were hyperaware of every single aspect, as his hips smacked against yours and you felt him going in and out, in and out, over and over and over again.

That familiar sense of rising warmth and desire, low and deep in your belly began to form and you knew that you were getting closer to where you so desperately wanted to be. Apparently, Rick sensed it too. He pulled you back against his chest, changing the angle of his thrusts and you felt his cock press against the bundle of nerves inside you, driving you crazy.

When one of his hands moved to trail down towards your pussy, you clamped down around him, and he groaned out but didn’t stop his torturous descent. When his fingers spread your folds and his thumb came into contact with your clit, you let out a strangled sound of pleasure.

“Need you to cum for me, ‘mega,” Rick murmured, his tone betraying how close he was too. “Need to feel you cumming around my cock.”

You had never heard him sound so open and desperate; it turned you on completely, because he had never seemed sexier to you.

“Will you cum inside me?” You begged.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “You want that?”

You just nodded eagerly, and he continued to rub his thumb against your clit as his head tilted to tease your mating gland again. Your pussy spasmed around him, stimulating him even more and Rick let out a sound that was filled with unrestrained lust. Then his lips were sucking down hard, on the spot where you ached to feel his teeth sinking into you. If he hadn’t already left a mark before, he would now, and you relished in the possessiveness of the action.

You tightened even more around him, desperate to cross that threshold which was only just out of reach. The action caused Rick to bite you – still not in the way you wanted, but enough to drive you over the edge. The way his teeth teased your sensitive spot caused your entire body to feel like it was in a state of complete euphoria. As your orgasm washed over you and your pussy squeezed down, milking him with everything it was worth, you felt him push in even deeper before he let out the sexiest sound you’d ever heard.

Rick was completely caught up in how you were stimulating him and the iron tight grip your pussy had on his cock. He came hard, deep inside of you, his cum spurting against your cervix and filling you up with its warmth.

“Oh my god!” You moaned out, the sensation only prolonging your own orgasm.

It was like nothing you had ever felt before and when he began to thrust slowly into you again, you realized that he was still fully hard and not even close to being sated. He fucked his cum deeper into you, his cock still throbbing, and you remembered what you’d always heard about alphas and the stamina they had during their ruts. But that was nothing compared to experiencing the way he continued to tease your sensitive pussy, not even giving you time to recover from your first orgasm before he was ready to go again.

You already knew he was right. There was no going back after this. A beta would never be able to satisfy you again and the only alpha you would ever want was Rick.

“Feel how full you are of me, baby?” He groaned.

Your mind was a lust addled mess, but if there was anything you were aware of, it was how completely fullyou were, just as he had pointed out. It wasn’t only his cock stuffing and filling you now, but his cum too.

“Rick…” you breathed out. “I can’t – I need…”

He didn’t seem to mind how incoherent your words were. It was like he already knew what you wanted, and he moved back to gently pull out of you. The action caused further friction to your already sensitive walls, and you made a sound that conveyed your slight discomfort. But then his cock slid completely out, and Rick stepped away from you, leaving you to hold yourself up on wobbly legs.

Your hands were still pressed against the wall and that was the only thing keeping you upright. You turned around slowly, letting your back be supported by it instead and you looked at him through half-opened eyes, already feeling spent. But Rick just smirked, his own gaze intense and fiery as he took in how it was obvious that you’d just been thoroughly fucked. He was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, eager to get rid of it as his rut continued to get worse and the material scratched at his skin.

“Baby, I ain’t even close to being done,” he told you like it was a promise. “You sure you can handle it?”

Your only response was to pull your own shirt up and over your head, before throwing it off to the side, followed by your bra. When you were both completely naked, Rick moved closer to you again, caging your body under his and trapping you against the wall. He lifted up one of your legs and wrapped it around him before pushing himself slowly back into you.

Your pussy still felt almost hypersensitive, but it also gave you a strange sense of completion to feel him deep inside you again. Your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back to rest against the wall as he gradually picked up the pace again, still feeling mostly pleasure but also like it was all too much. Then you felt Rick move closer until his chest was touching yours and his lips pressed an affectionate kiss to your cheek.

“You’re okay, ‘mega,” he murmured. “I’ve got you, just let go.”

You turned your head until his lips met your own and Rick reacted instantly, molding his mouth to yours and kissing you deeply. His lips were always so soft and yet also passionate whenever he kissed you, and this time was no different, there was just the added addition of him thrusting into you at the same time. You tried to do as he said, allowing yourself to just open up and forget about your reservations, but with the way his movements were now a lot gentler, your fears came crawling back in.

Your inner omega wanted nothing more than to just be vulnerable and take comfort in how he was soothing the burning ache of your heat. While your mind was still stubborn and afraid to show any kind of sensitivity around him. Rick must have picked up on it, because he slowly pulled his lips from yours and your eyes fluttered back open, only to find him intently looking at you.

“Y/N,” he murmured. “What’re you so scared of?”

You looked away, down at his shoulder, but then Rick’s fingers were on your chin and coaxing you to meet his gaze again.

“I don’t want you to see me as weak,” you admitted softly.

“Baby, I know you’re not,” he assured you.

“I want to be your equal,” you continued.

“You are,” Rick promised, a small smile curving up on his lips. “But it’s okay to let go. I’m gonna take care of you, give you what you need.”

He gave another deep thrust into you and your eyes rolled back from the force of it and how it caused a wave of euphoria to roll over you. Then Rick was pressing kisses along your neck, and it was almost like they were a soothing balm, washing away the discomfort from what had happened earlier.

“You don’t have to be in control all the time,” he spoke against your skin. “Let me help you feel good, ‘mega.”

As his teeth nipped down playfully against your skin, your body seemed to make the decision for you. Your back arched again, pressing your chest right against Rick’s and your mind seemed to finally release all the doubts and reservations you had, allowing you to just feel.

You felt the way his cum and your slick mixed together, coating both his cock and your walls as he pushed it deeper and deeper into you with each smack of his hips against yours. You experienced the way his scent mixed together perfectly with yours, the fiery elements of his rut and your heat entwining within them. You reveled in the way his skin soothed the burning sensation of yours as it touched you and how his lips and tongue lavished your mating gland with attention.

Rick was calmer now, with his initial anger and frustration being vented out after he came for the first time. But something about his gentle and affectionate touch still brought you towards that peak of pleasure you craved and when he bit down a little harder on your scent gland, all reason started to leave your mind, becoming replaced only with a deep sense of want and need.

“You’re mine,” Rick murmured, fingers digging into the skin of your thigh as he continued holding it up and thrusting into you. “Mine, ‘mega.”

“Am I?”

You couldn’t help but question his declaration, as frustration overcame you. If you were his, then you wanted him to just bite down properly into your mating gland already. Your retort had the desired effect to a certain degree though, as he bit down harder and sucked around the skin in retaliation. But then he was pulling back and looking at you with so much heat in his gaze, that you became transfixed.

“You know you are, baby. Don’t deny it.”

Rick moved his free hand to the back of your head, letting his fingers tangle into your hair and tugging it back slightly. The last of your resolve faded and all you cared about now was making it undeniably true.

“Prove it,” you challenged him.

Rick hesitated for only a few seconds, before he saw that you were serious and then he was pulling your head back even further and tilting it to the side so that your neck was offered up to him. Your eyes fluttered shut again, right before he bent his head and sunk his teeth deep into your skin, causing a deep and guttural moan of satisfaction to escape you.

You had never felt anything so intense and primal as him possessively staking his claim on you. The sensuous feeling it elicited spread out from where he was leaving his mark on you and extended throughout your entire body. You squeezed down around him as he thrust into you again, feeling another orgasm wash over you from the intensity of it all. Rick’s hips stuttered against yours in reaction to the way your pussy spasmed around his cock, attempting to milk him dry again of everything he had to give you.

He groaned with rampant desire, the sound vibrating against the tender and sensitive skin on your neck that he had just bitten into. Rick held himself still for a moment, his cock pushed to the hilt inside you and his teeth buried into your mating gland. But then he was cumming once more, filling you up again and moaning out sounds which conveyed his immeasurable pleasure. He released his tight grip on your hair, running his hand down your back and pulling you as close as he could possibly manage.

You weren’t quiet either, your voice becoming hoarse from how you couldn’t stop moaning and you wondered briefly if the way your nails dug into his skin hurt him. But Rick didn’t make any protests, seeming like he was too absorbed in the way you were wrapped around each other, and how your scents seemed to collide and become one.

Eventually, his teeth loosened their grip on your flesh, and he lapped his tongue around the wound to soothe it further. Your body had become weaker though, from both the force of your orgasm and the new sensations running through you from being claimed by him – your alpha.

“Rick…” you breathed out. “It’s too much…”

He pulled away from your neck, leaning his head back to look at you and his gaze softened as he regarded how utterly ravished you were.

“It’s okay,” Rick calmed you.

He carefully pulled out of you again, before setting your leg back down gently. You felt the mix of your slick and his cum trailing down your thighs, but barely paid it any mind. After giving you a moment to recover, he led you over to the bed and let you lie down. Your mind was in a bit of a daze as he climbed on top of you, and you wondered if he was just as desperate to keep you close as you were feeling about him.

Rick’s fingertips moved to trace soft patterns around your claiming bite, his gaze transfixed on the spot like he couldn’t believe he had actually done it. But you were more focused on the way your body grew uncomfortably hot again, still unbelievably desperate for more. Now that you were lying down and no longer working to hold yourself up, your inner omega demanded for you to continue.

Your legs were spread, and Rick was settled between them, so when your hips thrust up and your dripping wet pussy brushed against him, he turned his gaze back to yours with clear amusement.

“Omega…” he murmured, tenderly brushing his fingers along your cheek. “You sure you’re ready for more?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. “I mean… no… I don’t know, but I need something.”

“Okay, darlin’. Just relax.”

Rick seemed to understand what you couldn’t put into words, and he pressed himself closer to you, lowering his head to kiss along your neck again. His lips didn’t linger there for long though, and he kissed a path down to your collarbone as his hands moved up your sides. Then, simultaneously, one of his hands squeezed your breast as his lips enclosed over your nipple on the other.

His lips were gentle at first, lightly sucking on the sensitive peak as it hardened from his attentive touch. His fingers teased the other, gently pulling, tugging and then caressing so softly that it felt like sweet torture. You squirmed underneath him, conflicted between so desperately wanting more and yet also feeling like you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Rick sucked down harder on your nipple, letting his tongue flick out and stimulate the tip of the delicate and hardened nub. Your back arched yet again and you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling so hypersensitive everywhere and all at once. Then, Rick let his free hand move down your stomach, until it fell to that eager place right between your thighs, running tantalizingly over your clit.

You didn’t think you could take more of his cock for the moment, but your clit was aching for more attention and from the enthusiastic sound you let out as he made contact, Rick seemed to realize exactly what you needed. You felt his lips curve up into a smile against your breast, as he continued to spoil them both with attention. His teeth playfully, but ever so gently nipped at your nipple and you squirmed beneath him again.

So, then Rick lifted his body slightly, so that he could continue rubbing his fingers over your clit, back and forth. The movements were languid at first, gradually working to increase your desire. His long fingers just kept gliding over you and stimulating your sensitive nub repeatedly. But then he picked up his rhythm, little by little until your hips were bucking wildly and the sound of his skin moving against your wetness reverberated all around you.

He was relentless, moving his mouth to your other nipple, bringing it between his teeth and then licking at it fervently. The mix of the pinch from his teeth and the sweet licks of his tongue drove you wild. And as his hand rubbed against your clit enthusiastically, you felt another orgasm approaching. You were moaning constantly, your wanton cries echoing through the building, but you didn’t care. All you wanted – needed – was to cum again.

Rick must have sensed it, because he pulled his hand away briefly, before bringing your clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching down slightly on the sensitive nub.

“Fuck!” You practically screamed out.

A sense of ecstatic release finally washed over you and you swore that you could see stars. Your entire body seemed to spasm and tense as it crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your legs shook and your fingers found their way to his thick hair, gripping onto him desperately. Rick never let up, continuing to tease your nipples and gently running his thumb over your clit.

You didn’t even get a chance to fully recover, as he then began kissing further down your body, and continued to stimulate your sensitive skin. As his lips descended further and fell to your lower stomach, your hips seemed to buck up of their own accord and Rick let out a light, amused laugh. You opened your eyes again when you felt his mouth leave you and saw him looking up at you affectionately.

“You’re so impatient, baby,” he teased you.

“It’s your fault,” you practically whined out in response.

You were so caught up in the unrelenting sense of lust and desire your body was subjecting you to, that you didn’t care anymore if you were being vulnerable. You trusted Rick and you knew that he wouldn’t treat you any differently because of it.

More than anything, the bond you now had with him after he’d claimed you, made you certain of that fact because you could feel the way he was so unrestrained and open in how he felt about you. But that new bond also told you that your words had unintentionally made him cocky again, and the smirk that crept up on his lips only confirmed it.

“Tell me what you want, ‘mega,” he requested.

“You know what I want,” you moaned out with desperate need.

“No, baby,” Rick denied. “I need you to tell me.”

You threw your head back in frustration, but you could tell that he wouldn’t give up until you gave him what he wanted.

“I… I want…”

“Go on,” he coaxed you, fingers now gently caressing your inner thighs.

“I need your lips, your tongue…”

You trailed off, feeling embarrassed, but Rick didn’t mind. He loved the way you had come undone and seeing this new side of you.

“Where?” He spurred you on. “On my pussy…” you finished telling him, raising a hand to cover your face self-consciously.

He didn’t torture you any further because you felt his tongue give a light lick to your clit and then your hand lowered down to cover your mouth, curling into a fist and slightly stifling your desperate moan. Rick acted like he was testing out what your reactions would be, now giving another, firmer lick from the bottom and then directly over the sensitive nub until he reached the top.

“Rick…” you were definitely whining now. “Oh god, I can’t…”

He buried his head between your thighs then, his lips sucking down while his tongue gave fervent and relentless licks to your clit. Your fingers found their way into his hair again, holding him there, like he actually would have tried to pull away. But Rick was too lost in the sweet taste of you and the swell of pride he felt within him over the fact that he was making you react like this.

Rick didn’t have any plans to stop until you were cumming again. Within the fog of his rut and the way his cock throbbed and pulsed, aching to be inside of you again, he never wanted to stop. In that moment, he felt like he could have fucked you endlessly, brought you over the edge over and over without ever getting tired.

His fingers moved up your thigh, gently testing how sensitive you were as he carefully pushed two inside of you. Your only response was another moan, and he felt the way you clamped down around him, giving him the answer he needed. Rick began to thrust them into you at a steady pace, curling his fingers up occasionally to stimulate the bundle of nerves within.

You bit down slightly on your curled fist, as your hips moved wildly, thrusting upwards in desperation because your body still wanted more. Rick’s free hand moved to steady them, and he continued his torturous licking, sucking and the thrusting of his fingers. You were getting closer and closer to the edge again and he knew it, so Rick refused to let up. When his fingers curled inside you again and he rubbed them sensually against that spot, your legs spasmed once more, and so did your pussy.

“Fuck!” You cried out, like you couldn’t comprehend much else than that word. “Rick!”

And his name of course…

He gave a playful but gentle tug to your clit before he pulled his head back. You were breathing heavily as the euphoric feeling of release continued to rush through you and then you looked down at him. His lips – especially that bottom, more prominent one – were slightly moist with your slick and you felt yourself already aching for him again.

“I love the way you moan out my name baby,” he grinned, tongue darting out to lick his lower lip.

Your eyes were transfixed to the movement, and he just got even more smug.

“That good, huh?” Rick asked, the grin forming into a satisfied smirk.

“Shut it, cowboy,” you quipped, and he just huffed out an amused laugh.

“Move over a little,” he requested then.

He wanted to lay down beside you, and you shifted over so that he could. But you also saw that he was still hard and while his stamina left you both shocked and amazed, you’d known what you were getting yourself into. Besides, your own body was still desperate for more, so you sat up.

“Where’re you goin’?” He asked, reaching out to take hold of your arm.

You turned your head to look at him with a devious smile.

“Just relax,” you repeated his earlier words to you.

Rick frowned in confusion but relinquished his hold on you. Lifting yourself up to rest on your knees, you turned and swung one of your legs over him until you were straddling his thighs. You looked down at Rick – your alpha – and loved the way his hands seemed to automatically come to rest on your thighs.

“Baby, I know you’re tired,” he acknowledged. “You don’t have t– oh, fuck…”

You cut him off by rubbing your pussy along his still hardened length, teasing you both. His eyes drifted shut and his fingers dug into you, telling you how much he wanted it, despite his attempt to give you more of a break.

“Alpha,” you murmured.

Rick’s eyes snapped open, because it was the first time you’d ever called him that and he loved the way it sounded coming from your lips.

“I need it too,” you continued, reassuring him.

That was all the confirmation he needed, and Rick was quick to move his hold to your hips, lifting you high enough so that he could thrust right into you. You both let out eager moans and when his hips settled back onto the bed, you placed your hands lightly on his lower stomach to support yourself.

You could feel his muscles flexing under your hands and the way his cock throbbed inside your pussy. He was so god damned sexy, stretched out beneath you, with his body on full display. You loved how toned he was, the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing quickened with lust, the strength of his arms as they held onto you tightly.

Then there was the light but coarse hair covering his chest and below his stomach, trailing down to the place where your bodies met. The curls on his head stuck to his brow, meeting with his sweat slicked skin and his lips were slightly red and swollen from both kissing you and teasing the most sensitive parts of your body. Everything about him drove you crazy, but in the best possible way.

You began to grind your hips, slowly at first, as you enjoyed being the one in control. He let you fuck yourself onto him, only slightly guiding you where his hands still held your hips. You gradually picked up the pace, now letting your pussy slide up and down his cock as your hips continued to move in circular motions. But as your movements became more rapid and desperate, you felt the need to be closer to him again.

So, you leaned forward letting your hands come to rest beside him on the bed and the new angle caused more friction inside you. Your head bent down to kiss him and Rick was just as eager, meeting your lips enthusiastically with his own. They were still slightly swollen, so it felt different, but no less good. And when his tongue met your own, sensually pressing against it, the motion reminded you of what he had just been doing to your clit and your pussy clamped down on him at the memory.

Rick moaned into your mouth, one of his hands sliding up your back to pull you even closer. Now he was the one in control again, raising his hips to thrust into you wildly and you were forced to pull your lips from his as a cry of desperation left them.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as all you could feel was the way he was stretching and teasing and pleasuring you again. He fit inside you so perfectly, like his cock was meant for your pussy. The only thing you could hear was the slapping sound of your skin smacking together. The only thing you could smell was his scent, perfectly entwined with yours. The only thing you could feel was Rick – all of him.

Your head fell against his shoulder as he continued his ruthless but no less perfect pace. Then, you tilted it until your face was pressed against his neck and your lips were right against his scent gland. You kissed against it tentatively at first, before becoming more passionate, licking and sucking as well.

“You’re driving me crazy, ‘mega,” Rick breathed out, never letting up with his quick and enthusiastic thrusts.

“Please, Rick,” you moaned against his neck. “Please let me…”

You didn’t have to elaborate. He knew what you were asking.

“Look at me, omega,” he gently asked of you.

You reluctantly pulled your head back to meet his gaze and found it filled with unrestrained desire, but also affection.

“You sure?” Rick asked.

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation. “Can I?”

“’Course you can, baby,” he assured you. “I’m yours too.”

The affirmation only made you want him more, so you didn’t waste time and brought your head back down, briefly scenting him one last time before you sunk your teeth into his skin. Rick groaned from the intensity of it, likely feeling what you had when he’d done the same to you. A feeling of warmth and completion overcame you and your teeth continued to press into him possessively.

Rick pushed into you again, holding himself deep inside you as he let out those sounds of complete and utter pleasure, which you were quickly realizing meant he was about to cum. His cock twitched and pulsed inside you, bringing you closer to the edge as well. When he came again, that familiar and delicious warmth filling you up once more, you finally felt the fire within you burst and your walls contracted around him.

You relaxed your jaw and pressed kisses to the new claiming mark you had left on him as you both reveled in the ecstasy of another shared orgasm. Rick finally seemed to be getting to the point where he would be sated, but you weren’t done yet. You lifted yourself back up, his cock still spurting the last of his cum inside you, and you leaned back. Then, you began to thrust above him again, teasing his cock even more.

“Baby…” Rick groaned. “I can’t stop…”

You just smiled, glad that he was just as desperate for more as you were. You continued your movements, slowly getting faster and slamming down on him harder. It felt so good; you’d barely felt that incessant inferno that was always present during your heats. The constant stimulation and multiple orgasms were keeping your body satisfied. You almost felt like the rest of the world faded away, and the only thing left was your body and his and the way they joined so perfectly together.

You were bouncing up and down on his cock now, still unsated, still needing to cum just one more time. Rick was reaching the end of his limits for now, so it didn’t take long before you felt him cumming again. But you still needed more, like you had become addicted to the feeling – addicted to him. So, you didn’t stop and just leaned back further, resting your hands on his thighs.

The new position caused his still throbbing cock to hit that bundle of nerves inside of you and you cried out in ecstasy, feeling your own release washing over you again. You became mindless amongst it all, like your body was reacting out of a sense of pure, primal instinct. Because you just kept fucking yourself onto him and thankfully, Rick didn’t seem to mind.

“Y/N…” he groaned out. “Fuck baby, I can’t–”

“Please don’t make me stop,” you begged, desperate for just a little more.

“No ‘mega,” he managed to say, encouraging you to keep going.

He held on tightly to your hips, grinding you down against him and you both let out a simultaneous moan. His cum was leaking out of your pussy again, covering his cock as you were completely stuffed full. You continued to grind down against him, your walls squeezing around him and coaxing him towards another orgasm.

It didn’t take long, but it was less intense this time as your pussy drained Rick greedily of the last of his cum. You threw your head back, enjoying the mixed sensation of the warm liquid and the way his cock pulsed deep inside you. It felt like your mind was separate from your body, just briefly, as your own orgasm washed over you, just as intensely as the last few times.

Your body seemed almost stiff as it contracted with unmatched pleasure. Your breaths came out in heavy pants and your entire body was covered in droplets of sweat. You kept your eyes squeezed shut as your legs quivered and your pussy continued to spasm, while your hips just kept grinding against him, albeit less frantically. Slowly, the sensation died down though and you felt blissfully complete, in a strange way.

It took a while for both your mind and body to completely settle, but when you came back to yourself, you realized that he had finally begun to soften inside of you. Lifting your hips up, you let him slip out of you and then carefully moved to lay beside him. Rick turned onto his side, looking thoroughly spent and satisfied. Yet, when his gaze met yours, it became filled with adoration, and you smiled tiredly at him.

“Get some rest, ‘mega,” he told you gently, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him.

You just nodded and let your head rest against his chest as you let out a content sigh. The insatiable lust and desire you had felt just moments ago began to melt away and your eyes drooped sleepily. Rest sounded good and being wrapped up in Rick’s arms felt even better. So, you let yourself begin to drift off, now finally feeling utterly sated.

A/N: Sorry that the end is kinda abrupt lol but these rut/heat smut chapters take A LOT out of me lmao and I’ll be doing it again for my next Rick request haha but that one is very different (involving a sheltered virgin omega reader) so hopefully it will feel new and different too. Anyway, I hope this wasn’t repetitive or too much like the Claim.

#so this is literally almost 6.4k words of pure smut lmao #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #alpha!rick grimes x omega!reader #rick grimes x fem!reader #rick grimes x f!reader #rick grimes/reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #rick grimes/y/n #rick grimes/you #alpha rick grimes #omega reader #female reader

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Harley Quinn! or Arkham Knight! Scarecrow and soft dominant! female or gender neutral reader, please?

I think anyone had any thoughts about "using" the noose around the neck of John's suit to strangle him a bit, right? Well, the reader can do not only that, but also ride John. I also consider the fact that he would allow someone like that as a sign of a strong enough trust.

A/N: hnng–anon when I tell you this request FUCKED me up I sincerely mean it. Like holy shit, AAHHH. I decided to take a dive off into the deep end and went with Arkhamverse Scarecrow. This is my first time writing for him solo and it’s smut on top of that! Let’s go lads! Also sorry not sorry for the title I couldn't resist, let me be corny damnit

Trigger Warning: explicit sexual content, cowgirl position, piv intercourse, choking/gagging, idk if this counts but Scarecrow refers to you as a pet and you call him professor so…name play? Not quite roleplay though…and strong language.

Word Count: 1.5 k

Arkhamverse Scarecrow x F!Reader - Save a Horse, Ride a Scarecrow

Adrenaline, mixed with lust and spiced with a smidgen of anxiety laced your veins and sent your nerves aflame.

You've heard that the Scarecrow was void of all fear…some rumored him to be void of all emotion.

Oh, you doubted that. You wanted to test that rumor and lay it to rest even just for your own morbid curiosity…much like the curiosity of a certain ex-Professor.

You knew the main reason Jon even kept you around was because you are different.

You are resilient, resourceful…but also careless and impulsive. A perfect test subject one might say. Fear is something that can be faced either head on or with some form of tact but the results always vary.

To say you are intriguing…almost amusing was a surprise. You stood the test of time, often being the constant in most of his tirades against the city.

You always rose to the occasion, so he decided to "keep you close" so to speak. He even slowly began revealing his inner most thoughts in miniscule moments of vulnerability you thought had long vanished from the stoic man.

Now all you can think about is getting closer to the professor. For all his brilliance and determination…you wanted to break him down like he tried so many others. Like he has tried to do to you.

Perhaps not by fear, but something more pleasurable.

"Professor…" You purred into his ear from behind.

He glances at you over his shoulder. Emotionless for now. "Hmm…what is it, pet?"

"May I be so selfish to ask for your attention…for a moment?"

Crane blinked, slightly annoyed to stop his task, but intrigued by your motives.

He turned around on his dilapidated office chair almost perfectly for your upcoming assault.

Crane didn't have a chance to question you as you straddled his lap, he immediately grabbed your waist out of instinct.

The sharp intake of breath from Crane made you grin to the side.

"What's the meaning of thi-"

You shushed him. “Relax, Professor…you can do that for me? At the very least?”

Before Jonathan could make a retort, you teasingly grinded on his groin causing him to groan instead. To further ensure he didn’t argue your hypothesis, you crashed your lips onto his.

You kissed, licked, and nibbled the mangled bits of his lips, you reveled in how he finally gave into his own desires of human contact which he couldn’t deny any longer, especially in your presence.

You pulled back slightly, glancing at him, eyes scanning from his face down. Studying him if you will.

You leaned your weight over to lean on the thigh of his good leg as opposed to the one still in a brace. You scooted back for a moment to unzip his pants and pull them down to his knees.

Not once did he argue or make a sly remark, too busy breathing deeply, trying to catch a breath to his growing steady heartbeat.

Maybe…he was just as curious as you were.

"It'll take more than you straddling me to hng-"

Perhaps you spoke too soon.

Without so much as a second thought, you grabbed the knot to the hangman noose that was strewn over his neck. You jerked it, causing it to slightly tighten around his neck; cutting off his remark.

"Of course it will. Such a dignified man as yourself, but we're just getting started…" You tugged the noose to move his head to the side of yours. You whispered the rest in his ear, "...Professor."

You let go of the knot and Crane's upper body fell back into the chair. He growled in agitation but didn't speak any further.

Once his pants and underwear were pulled back a little past his knees. You assumed your previous position back in his lap.

You let a sly smirk appear on your lips, getting high off the delightful view of his arousal for you. He can try and deny it vocally, but he knows more than anyone about the human body’s natural reactions to certain stimulations.

Jonathan’s grunts were muffled as you kissed his lips again, passionately. He tried to keep your tongue from submerging past his lips, but one nip to his lips and you were able to make your tongue at home in the warm cavern of his mouth. Licking and flicking along his tongue and teeth.

Your lips vibrated slightly as Jon groaned into your lips as you teasingly rubbed your lower lips up and down along the head of his cock. Slowly sliding his cock into you.

You despise how easy his noises make you even more drenched than you started. Especially when he groans at just even the fraction of pressure you give his dick or the delicious growl he lets out when you finally sheath yourself fully and completely on him.

Oh God, it’s been too damn long since you’ve gotten any.

You slowly peeled your lips away from his and began marking out kisses and bites all over his skin. Small pants began puffing onto your shoulder as you slowly began building up the pace. The very tip of him nearly hitting your cervix, each time you thrusted fully to the hilt.

“P-Professor…mmm…fuck…”

Jon responds with more grunts and moans as his gloved fingers tighten around your bare waist. No doubt leaving some bruises of his own on your skin.

You continued your bouncing on his hips, getting high of the friction and tension slowly welling up in your stomach. You could tell Jonathan was also enjoying himself, as his head occasionally leaned back, giving your hungry lips more access to other parts of his neck.

The whines of the rusted beaten old chair, pants, moans, the squelching of your juices every time you connected to Jon; resulted in a cacophony of passion that filled the entire room.

You began thrusting faster and faster on his lap, slowly dangling over the edge of ecstasy that you so craved and that you wanted Jonathan to experience. To prove he wasn’t void of all emotion, especially not one was prevalent as fear like pleasure.

“Pro-Prof-…Jonathan…” You whined as your body began locked in rhythm of thrusting almost all the way out and then thrusting yourself fully back into him. No longer able to keep up with his title.

Jonathan groans, lolling his head back once more. “You’re doing very well, pet…”

It was too late for you to take back the pathetic swoon you let out at his praise. Jonathan lifted his hand up to his chest and grabbed the piece of rope dangling from his noose.

You looked down, slowing your movements to see what he was doing–only for him to swiftly thrust up into you, almost knocking the air out of you.

“Don’t–Don’t stop…mmm…use…use it–” He groaned, holding out the rope to you.

Oh, so the Professor was kinky, you had always suspected it but could never pin down which kinks.

Absolutely elated by the revelation, you snatched the noose and made quick work of building the pace you set earlier.

You gasped every time he decided to match your thrusts with his own, you could feel him hitting your cervix each time and it made you gasp out. You felt like you were being split into two in the most delicious way possible.

Not forgetting your newfound permission, as your thrusts quickened, your walls tightened around his cock like a vice. Every time he gasped as your pussy choked him, you also tightened the noose around his neck. Further robbing his breath away.

“Agh-hnng..” Jon choked out, but you felt his cock get stiffer inside you.

Between the rope, the friction, his sounds; you were close to your breaking point.

Your nerves were on fire, that prickling sensation of your muscles slowly going to sleep from the straddle position you have put them in for too long. You didn’t care, they were going to be revigorated in a minute.

You planted yourself still on his cock as the rest of your limbs erupted into shakes and shivers. Your walls gripped him like a leech to flesh, sucking him, choking him…much like his upper half.

You heard a few more gurgled groans as you tightened the noose around his neck one last time and stronger than before.

Between your suffocating climax and the tingling sensation in his brain as his oxygen was reduced. Crane quickly joined you in the afterglow.

By the end, you were both panting for breath as you rested your head into his shoulder. You let go of the noose and let your arms fall to your side.

“Eek–Jonathan! Ow!”

He pinched the skin of your buttocks. “That’s for calling me Jonathan…you know your place…pet.” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you so sure…Professor…cause from where I am…” You straightened up and leaned back on your haunches, still in his lap. “You’re the pet…”

Jonathan scoffed. “Don’t get cocky…pet. I let you…take control. Listen closely…I let you.”

You nodded. “I know…and…thank you…for letting me.”

“Good girl…” He growled.

You slowly got up from his lap. You worried that you would get wrapped up in a round two more sooner than you were prepared for after calling you that. You collected your bottoms and Jonathan made work pulling his underwear and pants back up.

“May I ask what…motivated such an act?” Jon perked up.

You giggled at the thought now, realizing how ridiculous it all was. “Just a little experiment of my own, Professor. And the results more than satisfactory…”

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