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[ghostslittlegf]

i can’t get over how HUGE this man is

[l13]

♡ cod men and their nsfw visuals ♡

art credit to the TALENTED @ave661

WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, the links are literally p#rn, proceed at your own risk.

CHARACTERS : ghost, soap, price, könig, graves

part two here

simon 'ghost' riley

♥ he loooves manhandling you, grabbing you by the hips to slam you back on his cock seeing as you're in no position to move (not that he minds in the slightest), snarling down on you as his own eyes roll back "tell me. tell me how it feels lovie," "s so deep simon-fuckk"

♥ he loves when you go down on him, but he'd always hold back not wanting to hurt you. that was until you begged him to be rough with you-to use you like both of you wanted. "c'mon baby-fuck my face already," well. he's not going to say no to that

♥ simon won't stop for anything once he's pussy drunk, painting your pussy white over and over and over, until you're as desperate as him, begging him sweetly to fuck you harder, faster, to give you everything, and he's more than happy to oblige "one more yeah?Ah-fuckin' hell-Y'gonna giv'me one more? Gooood girl."

bonus ..... i mean.

john 'soap' mactavish

♥ you almost roll your eyes at soap's cocky chuckle, but you're in no position to do anything other than stare at him with hazy eyes, mouth open and panting as he pulls out of you, and starts fingering you instead, grinning as you whine into his mouth- already begging him to put himself back inside. "ohmyfucking-" "s so tight baby shit-" "jesus y're gonna be the death o' me,"

♥ i mean come on. every time you brace yourself on a table- a counter, whatever the fuck, that's soap's time to shine. he starts off strong with a harsh slap on your ass before he starts humping you, panting on your shoulder and muttering curses under his breath. "such a good girl f'r me, so pretty baby..."

♥ soap loves coming on your tits. that's it

könig

♥ vocal könig (how it should be) being absolutely drunk on the feeling of your tight pussy around him

♥ one of könig's absolutely favorite things to do with you, is have you lean back on his chest, pretty legs spread wide open for him as his fingers work you towards multiple orgasms, his own moans and grunts of appreciation egging you on. "So pretty for me..." "T's my pussy hm? Mine."

♥ he absolutely loves when you insist on taking care of him, knowing how much you get off on watching him squirm, and he especially loves your hungry look as you watch him come undone, his cum dripping down your hand. "Ah- s-slow down..!"

john price

♥ price loooves making his good girl come, that's why he can't help but circle your pretty clit the moment he thrusts his hard cock inside your perfect cunt, moaning lowly as he feels you clench around him, muttering sweet words against your temple as pleasure clouds his mind "c'mon now sweetheart, you can come"

♥ um-yeah as i said he loves making you feel good, so why not use his mouth to do it? price's mind be like : no thoughts just pussy

♥ THIS JUST SCREAMS PRICE IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY HOLY SHIT, the side fucking? the staring at your profile as you moan sweetly for him? yeah. "such a tight. fucking. cunt.-" "you can take it. I know you can."

bonus the side fucking is such a price thing i can't-

phillip graves

♥ phillip often pulls you in a secluded room- having thought of you the whole day and wanting to let out his pent up frustrations on you, he makes you swear not to make any noise as he starts bouncing you on his cock, deep down loving the fact that you can't keep your fucking mouth shut as he ends up bending you over and having his way with you "bounce that ass on me, fuck-just like that" "keep moaning baby c'mon- you know i love that shit"

♥ his number one goal is to ruin you for all other men- and that's exactly what he does each and every time he gets his hands on you. he also loves to look at you as he grabs your jaw to tilt your head back, seeing your pretty eyes roll back, drool running down your mouth (an absolute menace)

♥ graves absolutely loves overstimulating you to the point where you're a blubbering mess for him- and even more so how your cute little cunt responds to his touch every god damn time. "What's that? You want more? Yeah, you do."

well.

[lvlyghost]

thinking about simon and you late at night, it's been two weeks since you came home with your new born in your arms, you're already exhausted when you go to bed so when the baby starts crying in the middle the night ghost says it's his turn to go check the baby.

it's been a few minutes and when he doesn't come back you go to the room next to yours only to find simon on the rocking chair, with your baby sleeping on his big broad chest, his hands securing the little one firmly. both are sound asleep.

you almost cry at the sight.

[nsharks]

Can I ask more of Ghost with pregnant!reader? Like she is being totally emotional because she wants specific food and when he gets exactly the food she wants she cries because he's being so thoughtful and he's just like: ???? (I mean growing an human it's haaard)

pregnancy fluff with ghost (he's very patient with you)

Ghost loves the way you wear pregnancy. Your bump has become somewhat of a fascination for him— Can't believe you're growing my son in there. He likes to press firm kisses over the entirety of it, cup the underside with his palm, searching for any movement as he sighs in disbelief that this is truly his life now.

He's a bit obsessed with it all.

But what Ghost doesn't love about your pregnancy is how often, and at random, you begin to cry.

One night he's brought home takeout for you. He sets it on the table and searches for you. When you're not in the bedroom, he panics for a moment, but it fades once he finally finds you in the bathroom. With the lights off. Taking a bath with only a candle on the counter.

"Why are you bathing in the dark?" he asks, flicking on the light.

"No, no," you practically whine and he turns it back off.

"What's wrong?"

"Just... the light. It's too bright." He hears you sigh and there's a few little splashes as you rub over your stomach. "I'm trying to relax."

"Well, I've got your dinner and you never eat it once it's cold so c'mon."

He helps you out of the bathtub, grumbling something about how it's not safe to bathe in the bloody dark, but he presses a kiss to your damp forehead and lovingly towels you off. Helps you change back into your sweats, his shirt.

But when you get into the kitchen and look into the bag he's brought, Ghost sees a look on your face that he knows.

His chest tightens.

A frown trembles at your lips.

Oh, bloody hell.

You press a hand to your forehead and begin weeping, pitifully, the tears quietly stream down your cheeks as you shake your head. He is quick to hover behind you, ghosting a hand on your hip.

"Hey... hey, what is it?" he tries to ask as calmly as he can, but your crying (no matter how often it happened) always spikes a rush of fear in him. All of Ghost's fears begin and end with you, and now, the child you carry.

"This isn't what I wanted," you tell him with a voice that quivers.

"What?" He takes a deep breath, speaks slowly. "This is what you always want from there, love. Got you the same thing."

"I know, but I— I wanted the chicken this time."

"Why didn't you tell me that?"

"I thought I did," you wipe your cheeks, but the tears don't stop. "I think I forgot to."

"Forgot to tell me what you wanted," Ghost murmurs, not angry. Amused almost. He brushes the hair from your forehead. "Right, then. Nothin' that can't be fixed, yeah?"

And he drives back to the restaurant because the knot in his chest hurts and he knows it'll only dissipate if your tears do the same. But when he returns, and you see that he's actually come back with the order you forgot to tell him in the first place, you only cry harder, waddling up to him and gripping the collar of his coat. Your wet cheeks burying into his chest.

"Oh, Jesus," he says, confused and at a loss, his hand settling carefully on your back. "Sweetheart... what is it—"

"You're so thoughtful," you whimper. Breaking out into a sob. And it completely throws him off guard. "I don't think I deserve you."

"Don't deserve me, huh?" he mutters with a sigh, closing his eyes and holding you firmer now.

He can remember when he used to say the same thing— but now you are his wife, your swollen belly is pressed against him and even though he has no idea how to make you stop crying, he just holds you and says gently into your hair:

"You deserve everything, alright? Growin' my kid in there can't be easy. And if he's anythin' like his old man, then I know he's wanting some dinner."

[rascal-xo]

I LOOOVVVEEE YOUR DOMESTIC GHOST 😭😭😭 could you give us a lil more and maybe some NSFW ones 🥹🫶🏼

Stargirl | Simon Riley x Wife Reader |

Warnings: Fluff + Some Smut :)

Word Count: 838

A/N: This is a Pt.2 to Domestic Bliss, but can be read as a standalone :)) I hope you enjoy it! Lmk what y’all think in the replies 🩷

You stand by the door watching as Simon is lost in his own world, carefully painting the nursery walls in smooth strokes. He's shirtless and wearing a pair of basketball shorts, his muscles flexing with each movement. He enjoyed nothing more than being home with you and being able to let loose. You smile to yourself, feeling a flutter in your belly. You're 4 months pregnant with your first child together. You're only showing a little bump but watching Simon prepare for your baby fills you with a sense of excitement and contentment.

Months ago when you had first told Simon, he stared at the pregnancy test in his hand, feeling a wave of shock and uncertainty wash over him. The reality of the situation had hit him like a ton of bricks.

He didn't know if he was ready to be a father, or if he was even capable being a good dad due to the one he had grown up around as a child. But Simon knew he had to be better than his father was, and he couldn't imagine anyone else being the mother to his future child.

"You shouldn't be here, Love." Simon said, sensing you in the room. "The fumes."

You nod, but can't help but stay, watching him work with such care and dedication. "I just wanted to see how everything was going," you reply softly.

Simon pauses and turns around to look at you, his eyes softening as he takes in your presence. He loves nothing more than seeing you in his t shirts which always end up being too big on you.

"You're glowing," he says with a smile. "But let's get you out of here before you start feeling lightheaded."

You chuckle at his protectiveness and follow him out of the room, the smell of fresh paint still lingering in the air. As you step into the kitchen, Simon sits you on the counter and you happily enjoy the view of him with little splashes of paint all over.

He notices you looking at him and chuckles, shaking his head. "What?" he asks with a grin.

"You're a hot mess," you reply, reaching out to wipe away a smudge of paint on his cheek. Simon leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

You run your fingers through his messy hair, deepening the kiss as your bodies press against each other. Simon's hand moves up your back, his touch electrifying as he pulls you even closer. You moan softly, the heat between you building with each passing second.

Simon's lips move down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. He reaches the curve of your shoulder where his t shirt isn't covering, and nips at the skin gently.

As he reaches back for the hem of your t-shirt, he breaks the kiss and pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. "Are you sure you're up for this, Love?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. You smile and nod, your own desire burning bright. "I want this, Simon," you whisper, your breath hot against his neck, leaving kisses against his skin.

Lately more than ever, your drive has been put in full throttle which Simon isn't exactly complaining about.

As his shirt and your panties fall to the floor, Simon moves you a little further forward on the counter, his hands wandering over your body. You gasp as his mouth reaches between your legs, and his fingers finding all the right spots. The sensation is almost too much to bear as your body trembles with pleasure.

Simon's eyes flick up to meet yours, and he hums against your skin in response, urging you on. His fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot. "Come for me, baby," he whispers, his lips back on your clit, his tongue flicking against it in a way that has you seeing stars.

And then suddenly you're gone, your body writhing in ecstasy as you come hard, your walls clenching around Simon's fingers. He keeps going, his mouth and fingers working together to bring you to another orgasm, before him.

Simon moves to stand between your legs, his own desire evident as he leans in to urgently kiss you with pink lips once more. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as he suddenly enters you.

The feeling of him inside you is overwhelming as you both moan in ecstasy. You move together in perfect rhythm, the pleasure building with each thrust. Simon's movements become more urgent, his breath hot against your neck as he reaches his peak.

You follow soon after, your body shaking with pleasure for the 3rd time as you both collapse onto the counter, panting and sweating.

As you catch your breath, Simon pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around you protectively. "I love you," he whispers, his lips pressed against your forehead. You smile and let yourself melt into him, feeling more content than ever before.

[glossysoap-deactivated20250715]

just wanna be yours ; ghost

tags/featuring: fem reader, misogyny, unwanted advances, reader experiencing what literally every fem presenting person experiences on a daily basis, ghost protecting reader, ghost drinks respect women juice, simp ghost, smut, multiple orgasms

notes: italics are flashbacks. dedicated to my bestie @whore4dilfs

playlist: i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys, will be linked as well

word count: 3,257

🏷️: @viylikescats @whore4dilfs @warenai @briacreations96 @fullmoon-94 @breadboyye @kiroshang @zvdvdlvr @lunitalloronaa @itzzjxlyn @lonely-ofc @m0rganit3 @badbishsblog @wolfyland07 @angelsdemonsmonsters @unkn0wnd3ad @itstokyo-cos @c1rice @venusianlustt @bugonawall @wakusbonkus @shadowycreatormentality @blackrose4242 (if ur striked out, tumblr wouldn’t let me tag u, sorry)

Your senses are overwhelmed by Simon and Simon only.

Tears pricked at your eyes and you panted with every thrust of his hips. It took every ounce of your willpower not to let out obscene moans when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“No, no, no. none of that. You’re gonna let out every single moan and fucking whimper,” Simon growled, biting against your shoulder.

It all started when Graves directed his attention towards you.

Now, Simon couldn’t blame him because he didn’t want to become official with your relationship yet. He insisted that it was because he didn’t want you to get hurt, but since you work on the same team, you’re going to get hurt regardless.

So, to the rest of the team, you were completely available. Soap would throw in some harmless flirting from time to time but that was nothing compared to Phillip Graves, who would constantly ask you out on dates or comment about your love life.

Soap’s harmless flirting also never made you uncomfortable or scared, unlike Graves’ whorish attempts that always put a pit in your stomach. Thankfully though, Graves’ attempts at pursuing you were always slyly shot down or interrupted by Ghost.

Whenever you asked him why he would interfere constantly, he would stick with the same bullshit answer, “I can’t have him distracting you on the job.” You would scoff and roll your eyes, and he would let you because it was easier than telling you the truth. That he blocked any of Graves’ advances towards you because he’s in love with you. That he needs you in his life more than he needs the very air in his lungs. That he can’t breathe at the thought of you getting hurt.

He convinces himself that you’re safer if you’re not in a relationship with him. He convinces himself that if he lets you into his heart, a target will be painted on your back.

So he resigned himself to loving you from afar. That was good enough for him. As long as he could protect you and your friendship, he would be alright with not loving you openly.

Protecting you meant that every single time Graves approached you with that slimy grin, Ghost wasn’t far behind - ready to cut Graves off and shield you from his unwanted attention. He is hot on Graves’ heels the second he sees your eyes widen a fraction or your breath quicken. Ghost’s hackles ride the most when he sees the tale tell sign of an oncoming panic attack; you picking at the skin around your nails, leaving them raw and bloody.

Wherever Graves struck up a conversation with you and Ghost was in your vicinity, the Lieutenant would bark a command to some poor recruit. His loud, booming voice would simultaneously distract Graves and pull your attention back to your Lieutenant. Just the way Ghost liked it.

Other times, he would make up tasks for you that involve following him to his office or to the gym. Or following him to literally anywhere that Graves wasn’t. He might tell you that he’s having trouble with documents so he needs you to follow him to his office. He might say that Price called a meeting, when in fact, he never called one at all.

This was one of those times. Ghost was in the gym doing deadlifts when he heard Graves’s grating voice peeking out from his headphones. He tried to ignore it as he kept pumping the weights and pushing his limit, but to no avail.

“I mean, I see you around here all alone, and I just think it’s such a waste.” Ghost hears as he turns his headphones off. He waited a moment to hear whoever Graves was flirting with, if you could even call it that.

Ghost continued lifting the weight, jaw ticking when he heard your timid and shaky voice respond, “That’s nice of you to say, but—,” before Graves rudely cut you off.

“I could treat you—,” Graves was interrupted by Ghost dropping his iron weight on the padded floor, letting it bounce loudly. Graves was jolted from the conversation immediately and his eyes flashed to Ghost, who was now striding over to the two of you.

Your anxious demeanor calmed immediately once Ghost approached Graves, now replaced with a mixture of nerves and excitement. You knew Ghost had a possessive nature about him but no matter what, he would always put your safety first. And the second he noticed that anxious look on your face, or the way your eyes glanced toward the exit door as if planning an escape? His instincts went into overdrive, to not only claim what was his, but to protect what was his.

“Can I help you with something, Lieutenant?” Graves asked, annoyed that he was interrupted. He crossed his arms as he stared back at Ghost, who was now only standing a few feet from the two of you.

“You can, as a matter of fact.” Ghost replied cooly, without missing a beat. He spared a single glance at your nervous figure and without any hesitation, waved you over to stand next to him. You obeyed immediately, moving to stand behind the brooding soldier as he held his arm out to protect you.

As you eagerly took your spot behind him, your eyes grazed over him, admiring his muscles that were on display. You gulped, watching as his arms flexed and his veins bulged as his hands balled into fists.

You could tell he was getting agitated.

“What you can do is take a fuckin’ hint and leave her alone.” Ghost shot back.

Graves scoffs.

“And how exactly does this concern you, Riley?” The American shot back with a roll of his eyes, which Ghost didn’t take too kindly to.

“It concerns me because you can’t take no for a fucking answer, you piece of-” Ghost spat, taking a step further until he was in Graves’ face.

You reached for Ghost’s shoulder and tried to pull him away. You would love nothing more than for him to put Graves in his place, but you knew Ghost would get punished as well for getting into an altercation.

“Okay, LT. I think he gets the point. You get the point, don’t you, Graves?” You narrowed your eyes at the American, daring him to go any further.

“Sure do, Y/N! I’m sorry, it won’t happen again! I assure you.” He scrambled, his southern drawl breaking as he apologized. He looked back and forth between you and Ghost, gauging his reaction.

“Okay, great! Then why don’t we get out of here?” Without waiting for Ghost’s response, you dragged him out of the gym and away from Graves.

You kept dragging him by his wrist all the way to the showers, his boots hitting the pavement behind you.

“You know I appreciate it when you do that but you’re just gonna get yourself in trouble one of these days.” You muttered as you put your locker combination in for a change of clothes. He waited patiently next to you, studying your face while you opened your locker. You could feel his gaze burning into you.

“I’ll deal with that if it comes to it.” He waved your concerns off. You sigh at his nonchalant attitude, grabbing your towel and change of clothes.

“Not if, when, Ghost. You keep putting yourself in positions like that and Shepherd will have you on probation. Especially for something stupid like that..” You mumbled the last sentence under your breath as you slammed your locker. You turned to walk away from him only to have him grab your wrist and pull you close to him.

Impossibly close.

“Defending you from that pervert is anything but fucking stupid. I can’t stand how he makes you feel. How you tuck tail and freeze whenever he talks to you. I see that.” He grounds out. His hand moves from your wrist to hold the small of your back, bringing you flush against his chest. His dark eyes bored into yours, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

“I see how scared you are, even if you don’t want to admit it. Even if you don’t wanna accept my help. I’m always going to be there.” He almost growls, his other hand moving to cup your cheek. His thumb traced small circles on your skin.

“I will always protect you.”

“Why?” You shot back, fire burning in your eyes. He visibly recoiled at the rare sight of your glossy eyes glaring daggers at him. He was so accustomed to two expressions from you: The first being your bright eyes, crinkling at the edges from laughing so hard at some dumb joke of his. The second being your face contorted in pleasure, throwing your head back as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you.

“Why do you care so much? You’ve made it clear that you only want something physical and I’m trying to respect that, I really am.” You blink at the rapidly building tears in your eyes, forcing your emotions down. You refused to break down in front of him, not when you knew how this would end.

You knew that he would brush off your feelings as just a lust fueled crush that would pass any day now.

“But you make it so fucking hard.” Every word that comes out of your mouth is like a punch to the gut for Ghost. He can hear the pain in your voice and he hates that he’s the cause of it.

“One day, you tell me that we can’t keep doing this because it’s a distraction for you. The next day, you’re showing up on your white horse to ‘defend my honor’.” You use your index fingers to make quotations in the air while you spoke the last three words. You’re animated as you rant, waving your hands and raising your eyebrows. It was clear as day that you’d been holding this feeling in for a long time.

“So which one is it? Do you want me or not?” Ghost felt his heart sink when your voice broke. You were at your breaking point, he knew that. You were done playing games. He knew that if he wasn’t honest right here and now, you would end this arrangement for good. He would never get to feel your soft skin under his callused fingertips or have your soft moans hit his ears.

So being honest is exactly what he would do.

“What kind of question is that? Do I want you? You.. you consume every thought in my head. Every room I walk into, you are the first person I look for.” He speaks every word so slow and languidly, leaning down closer to you. He moves the hand that was on your face down to your back so that both of his large hands were splayed across your back.

“You occupy every fucking inch of space in my soul. I cannot breathe when you’re not near me. Of course I fucking want you.” He shouts, his voice echoing off of the lockers.

You jolt a bit in surprise and your eyes widen in shock and disbelief. You bite your lip to keep it from trembling as your mind races.

“That’s a sick fucking joke, Ghost.” You almost whisper, stomach feeling like lead as you avoid his gaze. There’s no way. There’s just no fucking way he would ever feel the same way about you, not after he adamantly denied it time after time. Not after he made the two of you promise that your arrangement would always be no-strings-attached.

“You don’t believe me?” He scoffs in your ear, his hands still sending tingles down your spine. He didn’t wait for your response before moving closer, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

“That’s fine. I’ll make you believe me.”

That’s how you ended up here.

In your quarters, naked, moaning and trembling under Simon as he thrusted into you. His big, rough hands were holding your thighs so your legs were pushed against your chest, putting you in a mating press position.

Skin slapping against skin, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. Your face was contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed and mouth hung open. Simon’s face was buried in your neck, grunting as his cock was squeezed by your tight cunt. Your cunt was sopping wet, your juices soaking his cock and mixing with his seed.

His mouth went to work on claiming you as his, for everyone to see. Licking, sucking and biting on the span of your neck, painting it red and purple like a necklace.

When he got to your jugular, he bit hard. You let out a particularly loud moan at the mix of pain and ecstasy. You could feel him smirk against your neck.

“Atta’ girl.” He praised, angling his hips to thrust even deeper.

“Oh God!” Your eyes rolled back as he hit the spongey spot over and over, the knot in your stomach unraveling as you came on his cock. That would make your first of many orgasms of the night.

“Just me, Lovie.” He muttered, pressing a wet kiss against the skin of your collarbone. The pet name fell from his lips so effortlessly, so naturally. You were too deep in your fucked-out state to even notice him use that name for you.

“I’m gonna ask you again. Do you believe me?” He asks, reaching two fingers down to toy at your swollen clit. Your juices mixed with his cum made obscene wet sounds as he rubbed the bundle of nerves. You cried out, still so sensitive as he rubbed mercilessly, not giving you even a moment of reprieve. His hips continued thrusting against your sweet spot. You could already feel the warmth in your stomach build again.

“I asked you a question. Do you believe me?” He demanded, slowing his thrusts so you would be able to respond.

You shook your head. It was small, but he noticed it all the same.

He clenched his jaw, and decided on a change of plans. He would fuck you until you believed him. He would pull every orgasm from you until you believed that he loved you. Every last drop.

So he hiked your legs up even further, ankles by his ears, and began pistoning into your swollen entrance. Your breath got knocked out of your chest from him hitting your cervix, only to turn into a wail as he slapped your abused clit, over and over.

Your second orgasm washed over you in waves, cunt squeezing around him and making him groan in pleasure. He fucked you through your high, rubbing your clit until your orgasm died down. By now, his happy trail was painted with your cum.

He never pulled out though. Instead, he stayed sheathed inside your warm pussy and pressed kisses to your ankle that was still hiked up on his shoulder. He watched your blissed out face as you came down from your high, admiring your parted lips and furrowed brows. Your chest heaved as you panted, reminiscent of how your breasts bounced just moments before. Your (hair type) hair was mussed and splayed across the silky pillow.

“How ‘bout now, huh?” He murmured against your ankle, dark eyes trained on your face. Your eyes opened after a moment, still a bit unfocused from two consecutive orgasms. You still looked up at him through your lashes, eyes all glossy and pupils blown from lust.

His eyes peered into yours, almost daring you to shake your head again. He almost wanted you to, truth be told. That would mean he would get to coax more toe curling orgasms from his girl.

You rolled your eyes just a fraction and let out a scoff. To others it might’ve sounded like a pant or just an exhale, but he was perfectly attuned to every noise and expression you ever make. He knew it was a scoff of denial and doubt.

“So fucking stubborn.” He growls deep in his chest, wrapping his arms around you to manhandle you as he wished. You let out a yelp as he completely changed positions.

With your cunt still squeezed around his cock, he sat back and pulled you into his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist. Your cunt was now damn near impaled on his cock, feeling impossibly full of his cum. He didn’t let you set the pace though, no. He was in control and you knew it, if the pathetic whimpers falling out of your mouth were anything to go by.

He palmed at your ass with his large hands and began moving your hips onto his dick and immediately you moaned against his shoulder. Hands grasping and clawing at his back, desperate to find purchase as he bounced you on his cock. With every bounce, he met it with an equally strong thrust into your cunt. Every thrust hit your g-spot just right, making the knot in your stomach tighten for a third time.

Your hips instinctively bucked towards the source of the mind numbing pleasure, grinding yourself on his cock. You let out needy whines with every sway of your hips. Every sound that fell from your lips was like music to his fucking ears.

Once you started building your own rhythm, he took his opportunity to remove one hand from your ass and use it to reach down past your stomach, and torture that swollen bundle of nerves once more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—,” You babbled, slumped against his chest. Your throat was raw with how much you’ve been moaning, whining, screaming in ecstasy. Your nails were leaving red scratch marks across his back and he would wear them with pride.

You squeezed painfully tight around his cock and he knew you were so close, teetering on the edge, and you just needed some encouragement.

“Come on, give it to me. I know you can do it, Lovie.” He murmured right by your ear, his husky accented voice sending shivers down your spine.

He rubbed your clit a few more times as he leaned down a bit to bite your neck, growling into the skin.

The knot in your stomach broke and your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your third orgasm cascaded over you. You squirted onto him and milked his cock for every bit of cum it was worth, making him moan into your neck.

He felt warm puffs of air hit his shoulder as you panted in exhaustion. He reached up to cradle your head and stroke your hair.

“You believe me now? You believe that I love you with every fiber of my being? Because I do. And if you want me to, I’ll spend every waking moment proving it to you. No matter what. Whether that means protecting you and making sure you feel safe, or worshipping you like the goddess you are, I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“That sounds good.” He heard you mumble sleepily against his chest. He chuckled, relief flooding his chest because you were giving him a chance.

bonus:

“…You know I believed you the first time right? Just wanted to see how many times you could go.” You mumbled as you laid against his chest.

You felt his chest rumble with laughter at your admission.

“You little fucking minx.”

[ahoycaptainautumn]

Fell Into You Pt 1

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader

Part 2 here

synopsis: Ghost isn’t looking for anything and neither are you. But when a mission goes wrong, throwing you two together, where will things go from here?

content: slow burn, sfw this chapter, nsfw later. Pre-established reader nickname as “Crow”

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“Alright team, the breakdown of the mission is as follows. Team 283 has been compromised infiltrating an enemy hole in the center of Kazan. They are now forced to switch between three different safe houses to stay ahead of the enemy. They are using the old septic tunnel system underground to transport between them. Your job will be for each squadron to enter the safe houses and extract the team. We lost contact roughly 2 hours ago, so time is of the essence and we aren’t sure which safehouse they will be in.” Price finished explaining to the rest of Team 141. Price and Gaz would be a squadron and take on safe house Alpha. Graves and a handful of shadows would take safe house Beta. Ghost and Soap would take the last one, safehouse Charlie.

“How many are left of the team that we are aware of?” Asked Graves.

“As far as we know, two marines, sergeant Echo and Captain Crow.” Price replied. Ghost and Soap exchanged glances at the names. Crow had gained some notoriety amongst the different teams. You were known for being a lethal warrior, recently taking on an enemy exit point on your own without alarming surrounding enemy locations.

“Eh maybe this wins me a date with Crow, savin her arse, huh?“ Soap chuckled. Not many other soldiers had worked with Crow, which meant rumors spread on whether you were hideous or breathtaking. Ghost opted to stay out of it, the last thing he needed was thinking of a female in his line of work. He was sure you felt the same, which is why you chose to stay out of the spotlight.

“You wish mate.” Is all Ghost replied. He followed behind Soap, readying up to take the heli waiting for them.

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Kazan, Russia - 2100hr

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Soap and Ghost sat within an abandoned garage just south of the mission point. Safehouse Charlie was a torn down church centered in a forgotten town just barely on the outskirts of the major city of Kazan. Soap finished a cig, squashing it beneath his boot.

“My eyes in the sky, how are we lookin?” Soap spoke into the radio. A static replied from the above plane circling the different safe houses.

“No tangoes spotted, you are free to make entry. Make it quiet. Enemies were spotted just east of your position around safehouse A.”

“Got it.” Soap let go of his radio and turned to Ghost grabbing his gun. Ghost gave him a small nod, recognizing this was their chance to move. Ghost tucked in behind Soap, keep his head on a swivel as the made their way to the side entrance of the church. There was an old cellar door on the ground next to the church nearly rusted shut. Ghost put a finger to where his lips would be under the mask and grabbed at the door, quietly opening it. Darkness of the basement greeted them. Turning on their flashlights, the two men made their way through the cellar opening. There was nothing but old church literature and stacks of chairs. No sight of anyone occupying. Ghost waved his finger towards the door to the main ground, Soap nodded back. Once again, darkness swallowed them as the entered into the main floor of the church. The cellar opened to a small room just behind the podium of chapel. Soap put up a fist, point to the ceiling. Just barely, Ghost could hear something creaking upstairs.

“Enemy or friendly?” Soap questioned.

“Let’s find out shall we?” Ghost answered. The quickly made their way from the room to find the decaying steps to go to the attic. Ghost didn’t make it but one set of stairs before he was thrown back onto a wall with a knife near his throat. Staring back at him was your (e/c) eyes, shining behind a masked face.

“Friendly! Friendly!” Soap replied, being held at gunpoint by Echo. Echo relaxed his shoulders, whistling at Crow to do the same. You took one more hard look at Ghost before lowering your knife, not relaxing in the slightest. You had (h/c) hair, loosely put up in a ponytail and tactical gear long forgotten with only the army issued t shirt and cargos on. You looked like you went through hell and back. But Ghost now knew the truth to the rumors, you were stunning.

Echo ushered you all into the attic room, yet another supply room with nothing much but a small candle burning and two bloodied dog tags lying next to it. Ghost cringed at the sight slightly. Crow turned to him, “So what do they call you?”

Before you could get the words completely out a shock rumbled the floor, a second blast bleeding into your eardrums from the left. The floor exploded beneath your left foot and you felt yourself falling back into the empty hole. Russian shouting was heard from the bottom floor with gun shots ringing from your side and theirs. Ghost grabbed your outstretched hand, using his other to wrap around your waist throwing you on top of him and away from the blast site. Ghost landed backwards, with you directly on top of him. Once again, you stared each other in the eyes and your faces were so close you could just barely feel his breath behind his balaclava.

“They call me Ghost” he replied, just as smallest of grins just slightly pulled his eyes up from under his mask. The rumors were definitely false, you were absolutely breathtaking.

[mellowswriting]

what we do in the dark pt. ½

pairing || Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!Reader

word count || 2.9k

summary || Simon helps you get rid of that post-mission adrenaline. 

content || smut, p in v sex, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, kinda dom/sub dynamics, a hint of degradation (Simon calls you a whore but like,,, lovingly), fluff, established relationship, Simon is a thorough and attentive lover 

a/n || choo choo bitches, I hopped on the simp train

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The first day back is always the hardest. Being home feels… wrong. Your body is so ready to relax, to simply exist somewhere safe and comfortable. Somewhere known. Every inch of your body longs for the soft cocoon of your bed, a bed that has barely been slept in since you got it all those years ago. Exhaustion pulls your skin so tight it feels unnatural. After six straight weeks of putting your body through hell, you deserve the few weeks of mandatory leave time and all of the pamperings it entails.

The only problem is that your mind won’t shut the hell up. Every neuron is still firing like you’re taking effective fire in the middle of enemy territory and desperately searching for a way out. The familiarity of the little apartment you share with your teammate turned best friend turned fuck buddy does little to ease the prickling at the back of your neck. It’s bare bones and devoid of any real personal touch, but it’s yours. You’re safe, you know that. You just can’t quite feel it yet.

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[l13]

♡simon 'ghost' riley♡

it's funny 'cause he looks mean in the pic but he's soo nice in the fic;)

cw: nsfw, 18+ ONLY, female!reader, fingering, oral sex female!receiving, ass/thigh slapping, nothing too mean he's soft in this

lazy and rushed writing as always

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.

“Fuck, atta girl.. just like that, lovie,” you arched your back, whimpering into your knuckles and closing your eyes shut, Simon’s fingers deep in your cunt. “Look at how well you take my fingers.. such a good girl, yeah?” you roll your hips in response, his palm meeting your clit each time he shoves his fingers back in expertly. He clicks his tongue and gives your thigh a harsh slap, “What did I say about not moving?” you curse under your breath and open your eyes to find that he’s already staring at you, an uneven grin pulling at his lips, teeth showing. “You’re being cruel.” he cocks his head at that and hums mockingly.

“No.. I’m being good.” he curls his ring and middle finger suddenly and your mouth opens in a silent scream, your body jolting in an upright position, his hand coming to grab your lower back to stabilize you and he chuckles onto your temple. “Isn’t that good, love? Say it.” he kisses your cheekbone softly and you turn your head to chase his lips, “sogoodsogood, fuck-please” you talk into his mouth, drool dripping down your chin and Ghost tilts his head to lick it up and your eyes rolled back. 

You’re being shoved back before you even realize it, and Simon is keeping you down with his hand on your belly, thumb circling your clit, his other hand not stopping for a second as he fucks his fingers into your pussy, “So fucking wet..” he’s looking down at your cunt with parted lips, his eyes glazed with lust, and he’s right. You’re so wet, you can hear it. Grabbing his shoulder tightly, you lift your head up to see him bring you to the edge, sweat sliding down his forearm, hand flexing with purpose. 

“Ah-fuuuck” he snarls, and bends down, his tongue quickly replacing his hand on your clit and you buck your hips, hand finding his hair as you pull. He moans, and God, it sounds so fucking good, and you’re so close, and he’s sucking on your clit like a starved man, letting out groans and grunts of appreciation each time you gush around his fingers. “Fucking cum for me baby,” his words are rushed and spoken just inches away from your cunt before he dives back in, curling his fingers again, and thrusting them up, and- “Oh my-fucking Goddd,” you whimper and moan and thrash around, his hand coming to press on your belly again to keep you firmly against the mattress, and you’re crying, circling your hips against his mouth and fingers as you come undone, body convulsing in small tremors.

“Shit- oh fu-jesus chriist..!” you’re still shaking as he slowly takes his fingers out, fucking grinning again, and he makes a show of putting each and every one of his fingers inside of his mouth to lick them clean, and you’re watching him with a smile of your own, eyes fighting to stay open. “Thank you.” you whisper at him, hand caressing his cheek and he presses one last kiss to your swollen clit, your body jumping from the overstimulation making him chuckle. “Thank you,” he murmurs and gives the side of your ass a soft slap, cocking his head to the side to study his work, his hard cock jumping in his briefs at the sight “You did so good for me, love-” as his eyes come up to your face he finds your eyes closed, mouth parted and chest rising and falling steadily. You fell asleep.

He smiles softly, brushing your hair out of your face gently, bending down to give your forehead a kiss.

2023 © l13 | Do not steal, copy, edit, translate or re-post any of my works.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Okokok how about Keigo and reader, things start getting heated (maybe she’s riding him?) but he gets a call and tries to do the “stay quiet” but reader being the difficult one she is starts messing with his feathers😍😍

This is a brilliant idea! I hope you enjoy it sweetheart ❤️

Title : Compromising position

Characters : Hawks/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ Smut/ cock warming.

Summary : Keigo receives an important phone call while you two were intimate, which makes him halt your activities for a few minutes. But being the brat you are, you decided to play a little game with him.

Please do not read if you're a minor

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_ "Ah fuck! Why now?"

_ "Haah.. just.. ignore it." You request breathlessly as you switch from bouncing to grinding on top of him.

His hands are no longer cradling your ass cheeks as he moves one of them to bring his phone to himself and keeps the other on your waist squeezing in an attempt to slow you down.

_ "Baby I have to take this, fuck.. please stop for a moment and be quiet."

But that's not good. How can you stop when you're already nearing your orgasm?

_ "But Keigo.. can't it wait? Just call them later please!" Your words are coming out in a moan, one that almost got him throwing his phone away and upthrusting animalistically into your heat until you're unable to utter a sound.. But not today.

_ "Ugh.. Baby please listen to me just this once and I promise I'll make it up to you." The hand around your waist is now back on your ass cheek squeezing gently.

_ "Fine!" You whine as you reluctantly halt all movements.

A minute has passed, and then another, and another but he's not done with the phone conversation yet.

It's infuriating, the way he's able to control himself despite being buried inside you while you're struggling to keep your cool. Each laughter he dares let out vibrates throughout your core, ech small shifting of his body drives him even deeper into you.

That's it, you're done being nice. It's time for you to get back at him.

You lean in and nuzzle his neck earning yourself a flinch and a tighter squeeze on your ass cheek where he's been resting his palm.

You smirk against his flesh and he feels it, clearing his throat as a way of getting your attention, but you choose to ignore him this once.

You move up and place open mouthed kisses along his jawbone and slowly go down until you reach his pulse where you linger, enjoying the vibrations of his voice under your lips.

You have no idea who he's talking to or for what reason, but you finally start paying attention as soon as he starts stumbling over his words. You're enjoying it, so you decide to take it up a notch.

You start by tracing his chest, gently caressing and grazing his skin using your nails.

_ "Uh.. yeah.. I see I see.." he's now struggling to hold the phone conversation, "babe please stop." and his whispered beggings fall on deaf ears.

One of your hands travels around to land on his ruffled feathers and he jumps in surprise unintentionally grinding his rock hard dick against your unexpected walls.

You bite down on his shoulder to prevent yourself from crying out his name and getting him in an awkward situation with whoever he's talking to.

But you're not done yet, this is a lot more fun than you thought.

You move your other hand to join the first in torturing his crimson wings. You start slow, only caressing his feathers and gently tracing them from base to tips.

The grip on your ass cheek only grows tighter, and you can already imagine the hand shaped bruises awaiting to show on your flesh by morning. The thought has just brought the sluttiest moan out of your throat and you made sure it was delivered straight into keigo's ear.

_ "What?.. ah no no that was nothing! I guess it's just.. umm.. the neighbors' cat! Yeah." He's desperately trying to save his ass and it's an amusing view, but most importantly, intriguing.

You bring your hands back to the base of his wings and fondle the juncture between his flesh and feathers all the while watching the way his teeth are sinking into his lip as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

You almost lose control over yourself when his dick starts pulsating inside of you, but he's still not moving and he's still not hanging up the phone so this is not over.

You decide to attack his exposed neck kissing, sucking and nibbling, not caring about the way he's tapping on your butt to get you to stop.

You travel down to his chest licking the dip between his well defined pecs before latching onto his nipples, moving from one to the other and sucking hungrily.

_ "Fuck! Babe please stop you'll get me in trouble if you keep this up." but you do not listen to his hushed pleading, quite the contrary, you go back to your favorite newly discovered way of teasing him: his wings.

You tighten and relax your grip on the feathers repeatedly, grazing your nails against them and pulling gently.

He's mad, and he's horny, and it's all thanks to you.

_ "Alright sir, may I call you later? In a couple of hours? Okay, thank you." And he finally hangs up.

_ "Oh! A couple of hours?" You smirk suggestively, hands still playing with his wings, but the look on your face changes into a shocked one when he thrusts up into your pussy a couple of times before throwing you on your back and pushing your thighs up and apart, leaving your glistening cunt exposed to him.

_ "You had your fun sweetheart, now it's my turn."

[spiceandwhiskey]

keigo fucks you like he has something to prove because you’re the only thing on this earth that is really and truly a hundred percent his i think. his quirk, his life, his morals, he’s given up everything to the commission. but he won’t give you up though

It's true- while his affiliation with the HPSC promised him fame and fortune- gave him his own agency and a huge boost into the top ten at such a young age- they were things that the commission had wanted for him.

But you're the only thing that Keigo actually, actively wants; it's a terribly, wonderful ache in his chest. To yearn. To crave the warmth of another. It's a visceral, needy little thing that dwells deep within his gut. Like a dormant, slumbering instinct after it's just been awakened.

One day, the commission does find out about his relationship with you, and they don't hesitate to bring this topic forward. They tell him (in that god-awful, poker faced monotone) that he's allowed to keep this personal connection with you, so long as he keeps quiet about it; he'll stay more popular if the general public continues to assume that Japan's number two pro-hero is single.

And he hates that. Because that's all he ever has been to them: a pro-hero.

He knows he fucked up, now that you're under the commission's radar. Even if you're oblivious to the extra set of prying eyes, you've become another living thing that they kept a short leash on.

But Keigo fucks you... differently that night.

Instead of slow hands that tended to wander across every inch of your skin, Keigo's got sharp talons that tear into the meat of your body.

Instead of lips that would whisper sweet nothings into the crook of your neck, Keigo sinks his teeth into your jugular with a possessive, wordless snarl.

Instead of letting you cling onto his wings- he spreads them out in their full glory. It's as if he's boldly staking his claim on you, or hiding you away from the rest of the world. In your brainless, fucked out state, it's kind of hard to tell. Maybe it was a bit of both.

Instead of tenderly chanting, "I love you, I love you, I love you-" Keigo snaps with his canines bared when he asks, "Who do you fucking belong to?"

And in Keigo's desperation, that near insatiable hunger - his want and his need for you, and only you - is not satisfied until you're screaming out his name.

[yakii-m0chii-deactivated2023101]

Kinktober Day 11 - Breeding

kinktober masterlist

rq: A request for Zhongli. Breeding kink, mating press. Fem!Reader is a half-qilin in heat and half-dragon Zhongli enters rut period in response (they are mated dragons). They just basically get downright dirty in their den for weeks lol

Definition: getting sexually aroused from the thought of getting someone/getting pregnant

↪ character: zhongli

↪ female!reader (she/her and female anatomy), unedited (will probably edit and change a little later once kinktober is over), harddom!zhongli, slight mentions of monster fucking, lowkey short lol

your body felt like it was burning, the ache between your legs almost painful. you kept trying to rub your thighs together, somehow trying to quell the tingle you felt in your cunt, reaching your hand to try and rub your clit through your shorts. zhongli wouldn't be home until much later, meaning that you'd be stuck in bed all day with your little "problem". your heat cycle came much earlier than expected, feeling hot and sticky making you shed most of your clothing. a small damp spot formed on your underwear, your hand vigorously rubbing your clothed clit for any sense of relief. you let out a choked moan, biting down on your other hand to try and keep quiet in case anyone was around.

this is going to take so long, you thought. it hurts… when will zhongli be back? you check the clock, seeing the time was around 3-4pm. you clenched your eyes shut, biting down harder on the back of your hand to try and keep quiet while you stroked your clothed cunt. s-shit… he won't be back until 8. i guess i'll have to hold it until he gets back-

"love i'm-" zhongli cuts himself off when he bursts in the bedroom door, seeing you in nothing but your undergarments with a hand underneath your underwear. your face was flushed, eyes glassy and coated with need and lust. "... home."

"z-zhongli," you moaned. "h-help… it came early. i-it hurts!"

"it's okay, i'm here," he reassured you, stripping himself of his clothing. "don't worry."

you looked at him, seeing his shining geo veins running up and down his arms and back. his eyes began to glow a honey-gold, small fangs growing from his cuspids. zhongli's length was even longer than you remembered, making you squirm unknowingly in response when you saw how large it is. realization hit you: this can only mean one thing.

he's now in a rut.

"look at what you do to me," he chuckled and climbed over you. "my little qilin needs me, don't you?"

"y-yes," you cried out. "please, zhongli."

"that's not my name right now," he slipped one hand down your panties, a finger circling your clit sending sparks flying throughout your body. the other hand braced himself right by your head, forearm right by your ear and his hand clenching the bed sheets. "say it. my real name."

"m-morax i need you," you whined. "please… i need you inside of me."

"shit," he cursed and hastily pulled down your panties, looking down and seeing the wetness coat your entire cunt and between your thighs and trickling down towards the bed sheets. "so fucking wet, darling."

a blush coated your already-flushed cheeks, "h-how can you say such vulgar things without even breaking a sweat…"

"only you make me like this," he moved his head so his lips tickled the side of your neck, his other hand dragging up and down your cunt slowly and teasing your entrance. "only you can make me say it because you're so fucking sexy that i can't even comprehend how it's possible."

"y-you've said that for h-how long now," you chuckled and let out a moan when he traced over your clit and re-formed the trek that his hand made for the 3rd time already.

"as many times as i need to remind you," he smiled and pressed a kiss to your neck making you squirm. his breath was hot on your neck, making the hairs at the back of your neck stand up. "from the beginning to forever i'll always tell you."

that's when he stuck two fingers inside of your pussy walls, stretching them wide open to prepare you for his length that was dripping precum. you moaned, a hand coming up to cover your face while the other clenched the bedsheets, back arching. you let out a wanton moan, shuddering when his long fingers hit the back of your walls. he started at a slow yet addicting pace, making sure you felt every single thrust all over your whole body.

"and i know for a fact," he pressed another kiss, this time on your cheek. "i'm the only one who will ever make you feel like this. whether it's now or a thousand years later."

"w-we've already mated, morax," you reminded him. "it's not like i'd – haah! – go anywhere."

"i know that, but a part of me can't help but be like this because of how you get stared at when we walk around. they're practically wishing that you were theirs, undressing you with their eyes. how unfortunate for them. only i get to see you come undone like this."

"no wonder you've been so – fuck! – clingy lately," you smirked at him. "someone's – haah! – jealous."

"why wouldn't i?" that's when he increased his pace, making you clamp down on his fingers. "s-shit darling loosen up a little. you'll cut off my fingers at this rate."

"i can't h-help – o-oh! – it! you feel so deep inside of me…"

"saying such lewd things with that expression," he groaned and saw your face: cheeks flushed, eyes lidded and glossed with lust, your lips parted. "you're going to be the death of me."

"m-morax! i'm gonna cum," you arched your back and met his fingers with your hips, bucking them into his hand. 

"cum for me," he cooed.

you let go, feeling your juices coat his fingers and your back arching while he pumps his fingers to help you ride through it. your hands clenched the bed sheets, eyes rolling back from the intense pleasure that surged through you like a bolt of lightning. he kissed you hard on the mouth, tasting your moans and letting you come down from your high.

he broke away for air, "alright then. i assume you're more than adequately prepared now?"

you nodded, "please."

"so desperate," he chuckled, running his length up and down your folds to coat himself in your slick. "i love seeing you like this."

you trembled a little, flinching when you felt his tip graze your clit that was puffy and swollen. he entered you slowly, letting you feel every inch of his length pierce through you. golden eyes watched your every reaction, how you threw your head back and how your toes curled when he pushed into you. his tip hit your cervix, making you jolt slightly from the shock.

"forgot how my dick gets longer? no worries," he brushed stray hair out of your face and kissed your forehead tenderly. "i guess i'll have to remind you."

"h-haah– well," you pressed your hand on your stomach. "it feels like it's up here. f-feel so full right now."

"you're going to drive me insane if you keep talking like that, my love," he began to thrust hard inside of you. "so fucking sexy when you do that."

moans flowed out your mouth, small praises and pleads accompanying them while he began to thrust into you harder and harder. zhongli came multiple times already in your little tight hole, filling you up and watching his cum spill out with lust. everytime his rut came around, it seemed that his libido was a bottomless well. he admired the cum that leaked out of your body, small moans and whimpers making his dick harder once more.

"lie down on your back, and hold your thighs near your head. do you think you could do that for me?"

you nodded, moving into position all the while you felt his cum drip down the side of your thighs, baring your abused and tight cunt to him in its entirety. he placed a finger inside of your hole, "look at you, pumped full of my cum like a cocksleeve. such a sinful sight."

he removed his finger, admiring the mixture of cum that connected to your cunt. you looked at him, eyes coated in lust, "'m s-so full now…"

"i'm gonna pump even more inside of this little hole," he smirked. "wanna see you pregnant with my kids."

your eyes went wide at his words before you threw your head back with a moan at how he stretched you out, the burn from being in a mating press making your head spin. your legs shook, going numb with how powerful his thrusts were. the air buzzed with both of your scents accompanied by a salty smell: the scent of sex. skin slapping skin echoed around the room, his large dick kissing your cervix that seemed to only grow with each thrust. 

"y-you're so big," you whimpered. "d-don't know if i can fit you baby-"

"you're doing so well," he assured you. "we've gone so many rounds with my dick like this."

your heat and his rut made the air buzz with energy, so engrossed and obsessed with how his dick split you open so deliciously well. cum dripped out of your hole, dripping onto the bed sheets below while he kept pushing deeper and deeper inside of you.

"you make me feel so good, my love. i'm gonna pump you full of my cum, make sure you're pregnant by the time this ends."

"please fill me with your cum, morax," you moaned. "please, please, please – haah! fuck!"

"your wish is my command," and with that, he released his last load of his cum. he used his dick like a cork, making sure none of his cum leaked out and rolled over next to you. his hand cupped your cheek, sweaty and clammy while he kissed you hard on the lips. 

"let's take a short rest," he said breathlessly. "i'm not finished with you just yet."

the rest of the week was spent in bed with your lover and ex-archon, getting filled up over and over again.

[moonyontrack]

i've been ashamed my whole life for thinking of bella with carlisle and now i have an entire collection of edits of them on tt.

[thepaperpanda]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 4 - The Dragon In The Heat || Zhongli x fem!reader

Summary: There is something your beloved Zhongli is hiding from you. Your curiosity ended up being the best solution.

Warnings: smut!

Word count: 1649

Author: Cass

A/N: the prompt for today is: Breeding

It was impossible to have a better lover than Zhongli. He was understanding, loving and deeply caring. You both don't hide your pasts, which meant there were almost no secrets between you.

"Almost no secrets" was a good word to use, since despite the fact that you were honest and shared your life, there were two things that bothered you.

He loved you, but he never claimed you and sometimes he locked himself in his study, only asking that you leave his meals by the door. No matter how hard you tried, he was able to get away without directly answering your question. It was annoying.

During his time of solitude, you finally had enough of his silly behavior and forced the answer from him. In the end, the two of you were together, so his problems were yours, just as yours were his.

As you knocked on the door and waited, you became angry the longer the silence continued. In your anger, you grabbed the door handle and realized the door was unlocked. "Zhongli, my love! I love you, but I'm getting tired of your behavior."

You tried this before; the door was ALWAYS locked. You entered the study without thinking much about it.

In truth, you were only here a few times, but you could already tell the room was unkempt.

The moment you laid eyes on the bed in the corner of the room, away from any windows, your snooping was ended. Based on what he told you before you moved in, he used this room as a study and a bedroom. Although it explained the bed, it did not explain what was sitting on top.

It was your Zhongli, but he seemed bigger than usual; his limbs and clawlike nails were black and gold; his head was adorned with long horns; and his massive tail lay comfortably beside him. His nudity was barely covered by the sheets.

As you approached, unsure of whether you should even ask, you whispered, "Love?"

He raised his head and opened his eyes, which also looked different from what they usually did. "What are you doing here?"

"As always, I was worried when you locked yourself in here. I wanted to make sure you were fine."

He was quiet for a moment, then improved his position on the bed, motioning for you to follow. Once you did, his clawed hand wrapped itself around your wrist. Keeping a tight grip on your waist, Zhongli pulled you to straddle him. In a low growl, he said, "My love, I apologize for worrying you. I didn't mean to."

It was possible to see his fangs from this close up.

"It makes you wonder what's wrong with me, doesn't it?" He asked.

The only thing you could do was nod, still a little fascinated by the changes you saw in him. You moved your hand to his neck where you noticed a few dark scales, caressing them gently with your fingers.

"No need to be so gentle, I'm not in any kind of pain," Zhongli chuckled, quite amused by your curiosity. Before speaking, he let out a low growl and nuzzled your hair. "You know me, I didn't hide much from you, but this is something I'm ashamed of. I didn't want you to see it."

You smiled softly as you nodded. "You were worried I would be afraid of you?"

"That too," he nodded, and you gasped loudly at the feeling of sharp claws grazing your belly; his hands even sneaked under your shirt without you noticing. 

He explained, as he nuzzled your shoulder, smelling your scent, "I was more worried that once I got you in my hands, I would not be able to let you go until I was satisfied. I need you. I need your body," his hands easily pushed your bra high enough to grip your breasts, leaving you moaning in light pain.

It would be a lie to say that you disliked it, but you never expected this from him, and it wasn't something that you could refuse, on the contrary, you felt completely differently. His touch felt good and you wanted it. Or rather craved it.

"Take it. I'm all yours."

Even though your confession was nothing more than a whisper, he still raised an eyebrow when he looked at you. As he retracted his hands from under your shirt, he cupped both of your cheeks. "Are you sure about that? Once you agree, there will be no turning back."

Nodding eagerly, you confirmed your words.

He suddenly pulled you into a deep kiss, passing his long tongue across your lips without much delay. With his hands on your cheeks, you were unable to move away, leaving you completely at his mercy. During the kiss, his fangs gently knocked against your teeth, making the kiss needy and messy. After that, he pulled away to let you breathe, the only thing that connected you was a thin string of saliva. 

In an attempt to catch your breath, your cheeks were covered in a deep red blush. It didn't take much to make you blush in his arms, this was hilarious. The next thing you knew, you were naked with Zhongli between your legs, your clothes ripped to shreds by his powerful claws.

He ate you like a starving man, holding you down by your hips so you wouldn't move. As his flexible tongue explored your insides, his sharp fangs grazed your clit; he reached as deep as you could never reach on your own.

The sensation in your lower belly made you moan his name loudly. 

In spite of hearing your name fall from your lips, he wrapped his lips around your clit as his fingers replaced the tongue, filling you up and stretching you out.

Your warm walls were lightly grazed by the claws, causing you to grab on to the horns, earning a growl from him.

He shook your hands off and then moved up, reaching your neck, whispering, "Look at you. Already a whimpering mess for me. My sweet, little love. How could I keep you away for so long? What a fool I was," Zhongli hummed into your ear, making you moan with a quickened pace while his finger fucked your tight hole while his thumb played roughly with your bundle of nerves.

His pace led you to come hard, whimpering his name as your hips rose.

Zhongli removed his fingers and licked them, purring loudly as he tasted your sweet flavor. In between your legs, he growled, "Enough of these games."

After you calmed down, you noticed him removing the sheets covering him. His cock stood proud against his stomach. It was the same color as his limbs and was already leaking pre-cum. When he grabbed your hips and pushed his massive cock into your tight hole, you didn't have much time to react.

You could feel his warm breath on your shoulder as he leaned over. In an attempt to somehow manage the sudden pain of the stretch, you grabbed his horns tightly; it wasn't pleasant, but at the same time you wanted more.

His hips began to move as he chuckled, thrusting deep yet slowly. "Such a good girl. "You're taking me so well," he praised, pressing his clawed palm hard into your lower belly, making you whimper. "I'm gonna breed you, fill you up until you leak. I'm gonna make you mine."

"Please," you moaned, making him laugh at your eagerness. 

He grabbed your hips hard enough that his claws dug into your soft skin, which likely left a mark tomorrow; his pace became strong and fast, reaching so deep, you could swear he was hitting your cervix with every thrust; your moans filled the room, followed by the noise of skin hitting skin.

He was just as close to you as you could tell from his growls and the way his teeth wandered along your neck and shoulder.

"I'll sign that contract," He muttered lowly before biting into the crock of your neck, certainly drawing blood as he filled you up to the brim with his hot, sticky cum. 

Despite being stuffed full with it, you could feel it leaking out. When you felt this pleasant sensation, you pulled on the horns desperately, overwhelmed with relief.

"My little mate," Zhongli purred as his palm caressed your belly bulge. Pulling away, he smiled, "This will be your signature."

You were speechless; so much had happened that you couldn't speak. You couldn't be happier now, you were bound till the end. Now, all you wanted was to cuddle with your lower and rest. It wasn't going to happen any time soon for you, unfortunately.

Zhongli grabbed your waist and flipped you upside down. "There is no way that I will let you go, my love. I will continue to breed you until the wee hours of the morning."

So he did - he fucked you hard and fed you his cum all night without letting you rest.

The next morning was difficult.

Somehow, your beloved decided to have some mercy on you, and let the two of you rest a little.

It was you who woke up first. There were scratches and bite marks all over your body. It was obvious that you wouldn't be able to walk today due to the ache between your legs.

When you tried to move, a warm tail fell over your waist. Zhongli's careful eyes observed you when you raised your head.

"It's good to see you awake," he nuzzled you, purring happily as his tail fully surrounded you.

"Did you miss me while I slept?" You nuzzled back to him, and the silent response came straight from him. His hard cock pressed against your belly, ready to fill you up again.

There was a reason for him to lock himself away for a few days.

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Castlevania: Curse of Darkness- Volume 1

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