Additional Tags: Kinktober, Praise Kink, Dom/sub, Dom Chamber, Reader-Insert, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Chamber has a sugar daddy moment, that's it that's the fic, Aftercare, Reader is a VP Agent, References to Canon, relatively fluffy, Fluff and Smut
Summary:
Kinktober day 3: Praise Kink
“Thanks Chamber, I owe you one.”
“Nonsense, darling, you are in no way indebted to me.” He got his phone from the table and pressed it against the screen. A couple of blinks and the transaction was complete. You wondered how it must feel to have enough money that you can buy things without checking the price tag. Your wondering is interrupted by his sultry voice. “But if you insist I can think of a few ways you could repay me.”
Again with the flirting, you smiled, shaking your head. “You know one day you’ll say these things and I’ll take it seriously. I might even take you up on those suggestions.”
“And what’s keeping you from taking me seriously?” He spun your chair around to make you face him, his face now inches away from yours. Your face was burning, you didn’t dare breathe and as you looked in his eyes you couldn’t think of a single reason.
Notes:
This fic has been in the works for ages. I know I say this all the time, but this one even had cobwebs on it.
So here, have sugar daddy Chamber buying you a skin.
Work Text:
It was a quiet evening in the Valorant Protocol HQ for once, you were relaxing in the lounge after the day’s training. You had your laptop open on the table, scrolling idly through the VP’s weapon manufacturer’s website. You had your eye on some decal overlays, getting bored with your old matte black Vandal.
“Ah… You’re still up, chérie?” You hear the low tone and french accent coming from behind you.
“Chamber? Hi… yeah…” You spare him a glance before looking back at the screen.
Chamber was a fun type of insufferable. He was a hopeless flirt, confident and charming in a way that was somehow both ridiculous and endearing. He was hot enough to get away with it, you decided.
Wait. What was he wearing? You had to check again.
You couldn’t help but double take when you looked at the man who was starting up the coffee machine. He was wearing a black robe with intricate gold accents and… that was it. Was he naked under that? You could see a little bit of his chest… You blushed furiously, looking at your screen again to distract yourself, he wasn’t making a big deal out of it, so you shouldn’t either.
“Y-yeah… Uh, just window shopping a little, haha…” You offer him a shy smile forcing your gaze to stay on his face. “It’s a bit late for coffee, don’t you think?”
“Yes, yes… I just had a spark of inspiration before bed and I don’t think I can sleep until I finish designing it.” He poured water into the machine “I suppose we’re both losing sleep over guns, how fitting.” He pressed the start button and the machine started working, you smiled at him and looked at the storefront again.
“Wait a second… Is that? Oh my god.” You said in disbelief as you saw the gun decal on the screen. “The blub blub!”
“The what?” Chamber approached you, leaning over your shoulder, you’d be freaking out if you weren’t so distracted.
“The b- I mean the Neptune Vandal, the sea-themed decal, it was sold out but it’s back in stock!” Your eyes were shining in excitement and Chamber chuckled at your enthusiasm. But you checked the price and your face fell. “Fuck… that price is…” You bit your lip.
“I can buy for you, my treat” He said simply and you looked back at him in shock.
“Chamber! No, I can’t ask you to pay for that.” You blushed suddenly extremely aware of the closeness of his body. His barely clothed body, at that.
“You’re not asking, chérie, I’m offering.” He smirked at you. You looked at your beloved Blub Blub decal, you looked back at Chamber smiling. He could be really sweet when he wanted to, his display of kindness made nothing to quell the fast beating of your heart. You smiled and gave in.
“Thanks Chamber, I owe you one.”
“Nonsense, darling, you are in no way indebted to me.” He got his phone from the table and pressed it against the screen. A couple of blinks and the transaction was complete. You wondered how it must feel to have enough money that you can buy things without checking the price tag. Your wondering is interrupted by his sultry voice. “But if you insist I can think of a few ways you could repay me.”
Again with the flirting, you smiled, shaking your head. “You know one day you’ll say these things and I’ll take it seriously. I might even take you up on those suggestions.”
“And what’s keeping you from taking me seriously?” He spun your chair around to make you face him, his face now inches away from yours. Your face was burning, you didn’t dare breathe and as you looked in his eyes you couldn’t think of a single reason.
-
Chamber barely allowed you to close the door before pinning your body against it. His mouth was on yours, devouring you greedily. He tasted of expensive coffee, rich, strong and bold. You responded in kind, pulling him close, wrapping your arms around his neck. You couldn’t help but moan against his mouth as you felt his hands grope your breasts before slowly wandering down your body and grabbing your ass.
“So easy to rile up, have you been thinking of this? Have you thought of my hands on you like this?” He whispered in your ear and punctuated his question by pulling you closer.
“So well behaved for me… Why don’t you show me how much you appreciate my little gift, hm?” You started walking towards him but he made you stop "Ah-ah, you can do better than that." You tilted your head to the side and he rested his head on one hand, motioning you over with the other. “Crawl to me.”
But sooner than you would like, his touch was gone. He made his way to his desk turning the fancy leather chair around towards you before sitting down and watching you with a predatory gaze.
“Undress for me, chérie” His eyes followed your movements as you made quick work of your clothes. Every layer you discarded further fueling the arousal inside you. As you pulled down your underwear, you felt your face heat up at the helplessness of your situation, completely naked while Chamber watched you.
You felt your face heat up at his request, but your arousal was stronger than your embarrassment, maybe it was even further fueled by it. Your knees gave in by themselves before your brain could even send the signal for them to do so. You should feel embarrassed about how ready you were to debase yourself for this man. Your palms made contact with the floor, you made your way on your hands and knees over the cold wood until you reached Chamber. Your eyes never left his, you would have looked away from shame, but Chamber’s gaze was mesmerizing, he looked at you like you were the most valuable item of his collection. Like you were prized, fragile but so very utterly his. You just couldn’t look away.
Once you reached him you looked up at him from between his legs, he reached to gently caress the top of your head.
“That’s a good girl…” The praise sent shivers down your spine, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. You could see a volume in his boxers under his robe, you felt desperate and he had barely touched you at all. You couldn’t keep the impatience off your face as you looked at him, waiting for him to tell you what he wanted from you. You could see his amusement at your desperation, but it didn't stop him from teasing you further. “What’s wrong, chérie, do you want something from me?”
God, he was such a tease.
“Please…” You muttered and he raised an eyebrow. You bit your lip before asking for what you wanted. “Please… l-let me thank you for buying me that gift…”
He chuckled and caressed your hair softly, before undoing the strap of his robe, exposing his bare torso. “Bien sûr… here, love. Show me how grateful you are…” He smirked as he freed his cock from his underwear.
You nodded and took his cock in your hands. He leaned back as he watched you, your eyes looking up at him and catching him sigh in pleasure as you gave him a few slow pumps, licking him from base to tip, before taking him in your mouth. You started bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue around his tip whenever you pulled out. Chamber groaned above you, his fingers tangled in your hair.
“You’re doing so well for me… How pretty you look on your knees, with your lips wrapped around my cock…” He smirked, his voice was raspy and low, his eyes were dark with lust. “If I knew all it took to make you my good little slut was to just buy you something nice, I would've done so ages ago…”
His words sent arousal straight to your core. You moaned around his cock and bobbed your head faster, you wanted to hear him praise you again. His fingers tightened their hold on your hair. He groaned and threw his head back. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and then he was pulling you off his cock, pushing his chair back. He got up, pulling you up with him.
“Chamber…” you said, your jaw feeling a bit sore as you looked at him. He interrupted you with an intense and passionate kiss, his mouth devouring yours his grip tight on your hips before he pushed you on top of his bed.
The sheets felt expensive against your bare skin, a luxurious embrace that hinted at the meticulous taste of the one occupying this space. The material yielded with a gentle surrender, the fabric, smooth and cool, grounded you to the present as it contrasted with your feverish skin. Chambers' body was soon on top of yours.
He grabbed a hold of your wrists and pinned them down above your head, his other hand cupping your cheek, he pulled away to look into your eyes, the hunger and intensity in his eyes made his expression downright feral.
“Oh, darling I think I want to give just one more gift,” his voice was breathy and your pussy was throbbing with need.
“Please, please, Chamber…”
His grin was wicked and his eyes were hungry. He kissed your neck and reached with his hand to your sex, a small chuckle escaped his lips.
“Oh, my sweet girl, you’re soaking…” He muttered and slipped his fingers inside you, your pussy offering no resistance. You moaned and tried to thrust your hips into his hand but he held down your waist, his grip was tight and you whined with need.
“Chamber…” You pleaded, hoping you didn’t sound as pathetic as you felt.
“I know, I know… You’re so needy for me, chérie… I will give you what you want. Chamber kissed and licked your neck while his fingers slowly worked you open, his thumb caressing your clit slowly.
After what felt like centuries, he pulled his hand away and you couldn't help the whimper that left your mouth at the loss. He chuckled and kissed you again as he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You moaned into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck, trying to get him to press inside you already. He smiled against your mouth and finally, finally pressed inside you. You sucked in a breath as you felt him burying himself inside, you clawed his back as he bottomed out and then stopped, allowing you to get used to his girth.
You felt so good and so full, you sighed in relief and couldn’t help but clench around him, which earned you a soft grunt from the men above you.
“C-Chamber… please, if you don’t move right now.. I’m going to expl-” You were interrupted by a sharp thrust from him making you moan. “F-fuck…”
Chamber smirked and pulled his hips back only to slam into you again. He set a brutal pace and fucked you senseless. As he pounded you into the mattress he never stopped whispering sweet words into your ear. His voice raspy and dripping with lust as he did so.
“So good, my darling, you're taking me so well… So beautiful for me, letting me do as I please, using you for my pleasure… Taking me so well, my perfect little whore. Such a good girl for me…” Each word coming from his mouth brought you closer and closer to the edge. You whimpered under him, holding him close and breathing heavily.
He reached where your bodies met, rubbing your clit as he fastened his pace making you see stars. It was too much, his voice, his hand, his cock… you were so overwhelmed, all you could do was cling to him and let him wreck you.
"Are you going to come for me? Going to make a mess all over my cock, hm?” He smirked as you nodded eagerly, his face looked downright sinful, his desire catching up to him as well. “Together, chérie… On va jouir ensemble, d’accord? Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, god, yes, Chamber…” You wrapped your legs around him and held onto him. He groaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck as he kept thrusting.
The both of you were reaching your limit and you came first. Your vision going white as your walls tightened around his dick, his name leaving your mouth like a mantra. Chamber’s climax followed after a few moments, his hips stilled and his cock pulsated, you could feel the warmth of his release inside you.
He collapsed on top of you, breathing and you caressed his hair and kissed the side of his face lazily. To see a man of his stature and composure looking like a mess in his post-orgasm haze, it felt insanely intimate.
Chamber sighed and pulled out of you. He retired to the bathroom before returning with a warm wet towel, he smiled at you and sat next to you, cleaning you up carefully, making sure to not hurt you. You sighed contently at his care and closed your eyes.
Once he was done he put the towel away and laid down beside you. He turned to face you, his hand caressing your hip gently.
“You did beautifully, love,” he praised you one more time and you leaned into his embrace.
“Thank you for the gift…” You answered playfully and he chuckled, petting your hair with care.
Additional Tags: this is fucked up, the dove isn't dead but it's being kept alive by machines, Sadism, Blow Jobs, mentions of Necrophilia, Dirty Talk, Dom/sub, Choking, Reader-Insert, Ambiguous Gender, Face-Fucking, Obsessive Behavior, Decapitation, Canon-Typical Violence, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Fear Play, D is a psycho, idk what to tell you, Kinktober
Summary:
Kinktober day 2: Choking
“Blackblaze Dirk,” the venom in your voice tasted delicious to him. “I’m guessing you have a good reason to be here disturbing my peace?”
He chuckled at that, his eyes, sharp and critical, roamed over every detail of the space you had specifically not invited him into. You resigned to his presence and closed the door to your room, giving you two privacy.
“I always have good reasons for my actions,” he mused, looking at the things you had on your shelves, grabbing a book and flipping through the pages. “Say, aren’t you curious?” He shot you an amused smirk, one you despised.
“About what?” You took the bait, against your better judgment.
“What I did to your body, once I got my hands on it?”
Notes:
Alternative titles: "Getting that D", "D gets head" and other terrible ideas.
But hi, I have issues, but not as much as D has issues. I dedicate this dumpster fire to my loving partner who got me into Xenoblade 3. We can all blame them.
When he first saw you as a Moebius his lips immediately split into a shit-eating grin. You had once been his. He had considered you the most treasured piece in his collection, because of just how much trouble he went through to take your pretty head for himself. Back then you had met in the battlefield, he knew he wanted you, his gaze set on your neck and his mind flooding with images of slitting your throat.
But you had put up a damn good fight. He had spent terms and terms meeting you on the frontlines, each time he thirsted for your blood more and more. Hell, you were on your last term when he finally, finally, got his hands on you. You had a very special place in his collection, the very front, he could watch your face for hours on end.
To see you again, as a Moebius? It felt like a dream come true.
You, on the other hand, were nowhere near as happy to see him.
“Oh… it’s you,” you sighed when he came to visit your quarters.
“Don’t get too excited now,” he let himself in, ignoring the glare you gave him.
He inspected the room, deliberately trying to make you uncomfortable and creeped out. Invading your privacy like this gave him an indescribable power rush. Besides, fear looked so good on you.
“Blackblaze Dirk,” the venom in your voice tasted delicious to him. “I’m guessing you have a good reason to be here disturbing my peace?”
He chuckled at that, his eyes, sharp and critical, roamed over every detail of the space you had specifically not invited him into. You resigned to his presence and closed the door to your room, giving you two privacy.
“I always have good reasons for my actions,” he mused, looking at the things you had on your shelves, grabbing a book and flipping through the pages. “Say, aren’t you curious?” He shot you an amused smirk, one you despised.
“About what?” You took the bait, against your better judgment.
“What I did to your body, once I got my hands on it?”
His statement sent shivers down your spine, you leaned against the wall trying to not give him the satisfaction of seeing the uneasiness in your expression, pretending to be unbothered instead. You shrugged at him and looked away.
“We heard stories, in my colony,” you remembered the rumors about how Blackblaze Dirk kept trophies of his enemies, always believed them, having seen the darkness in his eyes before. “You… kept the heads,” the disgust was evident in your voice. “Gross…”
He relished in the way your body stiffened and took a deep breath, the uncomfortable expression in your face speaking volumes. You clearly had no interest in knowing more, but then again, he could see a spark of curiosity in your eyes.
He laughed at your reaction, but somehow even his laugh held a dark edge to it. Your honesty brought him amusement, but he was eager to tell you more.
“Yes… I did happen to do that. But you, oh, you were a special case,” he smirked and closed the book in his hands. His voice was low as he continued. “Do you want to know what else I did to you?”
“You’re such a sparking creep,” you glared at him. “... Just tell me.”
A cold, unsettling smile tugged at his mouth. He placed the book on top of your desk and slowly made his way towards you, his voice was low and raspy.
“You were special to me, love. I had spent nights thinking of how beautifully you would look, detached from your body, lifeless, completely at my mercy,” he mused and there was excitement in his voice, something almost akin to affection except dark and corrupted. “And so, of course, when I finally had you in my grasp… I had to have some fun.” He could see the gears turning in your head, he knew you didn’t want to accept where he was going with this, so he wanted to say it explicitly, so you couldn’t run away from the horror. “I took you to my colony and ravished your lifeless body.”
You clenched your hands into fists, your heart racing in your chest as you glared at him in disgust. “Shut up. You’re lying,” you shook your head. You knew he was sick, a sadistic and disturbing man, but you didn’t believe, couldn’t believe, he had the guts to do something like that.
“Oh, but I’m not,” he chuckled darkly, taking slow and deliberate steps towards you. “The rush of battle is quite the aphrodisiac, your body was still warm when I fucked you in my tent.” He reveled in the way your eyes widened at his words, the fear radiating from your body only fueled his arousal. “And when you were in my collection… oh, how often I’d visit you.” He laughed, his eyes were manic and his grin was disturbing. He was right in front of you, the space between you small enough that you could feel his uneven breathing against you. You turned your face away from him, your face heating up from the proximity and from his disgusting, filthy words. He was having none of that, pulling you by the chin and forcing you to look back up at him. “I was obsessed with how beautiful your face looked covered with my cum. If only separated by the glass…” He used his thumb to caress your lips, staring at them with a predatory look. “How about you show me how it looks without the barrier?”
“You’re sick, you’re disgusting and your actions are revolting…” You glared at him, trying to keep your voice steady, trying to look uninterested in his proposition.
“I’m not hearing a no,” he chuckled. “And I know why. I know you crave me, just as much as I crave you. You are attracted to me, not despite my actions but because of them,” he accused and brought his hand to your neck gripping it tightly, you instinctively reached for his wrists to push away but his arm wouldn’t budge. “You think my sadism is hot, you think my bloodthirst is attractive. There is darkness inside you, you wouldn’t have become Moebius otherwise. So say it.”
You felt acutely aware of D’s hold, his fingers closed around your throat, the pressure setting your senses on fire. His grip was firm, his gaze was intense. You could feel the pulse of your own racing heartbeat, an electric charge clouding the moment. His touch felt like a tantalizing dance on the edge of desire and danger. And spark, you wanted more.
“Can’t…” You denied. Hoping to get some mercy from the man in front of you, but all you got was the tightening of his grip.
“Yes, you can. Don’t deny yourself, give in,” he ordered with a malicious grin. “Say you want it.”
“I… w-want it…”
He let go of your neck and and you breathed in rapidly, catching your breath with relief as arousal pooled between your legs.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He asked with a mocking tone, before he barked another order. “Get on your knees.”
You swallowed and obeyed, dropping to the floor and looking up at him, the position bringing heat to your cheeks. The smirk he gave you was downright degrading, but with a glint of that obsessive and dark affection he held for you. He dissipated the crotch of his consul armor, the material glitching out of existence and freeing his cock. It was already hard, it was thick and throbbing, and he looked down at you with a smug expression as you stared at it.
He didn’t allow you too long before he gripped your hair and pressed your face against it. Your cheek was resting against his length and you could feel his warmth on your skin, throbbing, demanding attention.
“You know what to do,” his voice was dark, laced with lust.
You opened your mouth tentatively, letting his cock in. It felt heavy on your tongue and the taste of it was slightly bitter. The hand on your hair pushed you further down his length, and you did your best to suppress your gag reflex.
He watched your every move, his breathing getting heavier as he felt your mouth around his member. His infuriating, sadistic grin never left his face.
“How does it feel?" He asked. "To suck the dick of the person who took your life?"
You didn't respond, instead opting to keep his cock inside your mouth. You didn't want to admit to the fact that you were insanely aroused by your predicament. You pressed your legs together to try to alleviate the sheer need threatening to consume you.
And he thought you never looked prettier.
“If only I could have done this when you were still soldiers, I would have loved seeing you choke on my dick, feel your tears as you sucked me off. What a sight it would have been," he chuckled and forced your head closer, making you take him deeper. “What would your little friends in your colony think? Seeing you on your knees like a slut for the man who slayed so many of your comrades?”
He pulled on your hair, his hips pushing against you, fucking your mouth in earnest now. You were gagging, trying to breathe through your nose, tears were prickling the corner of your eyes as he kept a brutal pace, hitting the back of your throat and choking you. His grip was tight, his cock was heavy and big in your mouth, your jaw was sore and spit was dribbling down your chin.
“Spark… Come here,” he pulled your hair back, pulling you off his cock before he leaned down and kissed you. His mouth claimed yours with passion and intensity, enough to make you moan into the kiss before he pulled away and fucked his fist over your face. The look of lust and the sound of his breathy moans sent sparks of pleasure down your core. He stared into your eyes, watching the way they widened as his cum landed on your face. He groaned, breathing heavily, his grip on your hair was tight.
He came down from the high with a low chuckle, admiring the work of art before him. His cum was dripping down your cheek and the bridge of your nose, some drops had reached your lips. He wiped it away with his thumb, pushing it past your lips and forcing it into your mouth.
You really were the most prized possession in his collection.
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Kinktober, Hand & Finger Kink, Author Has Never Played Call Of Duty, Protective Simon "Ghost" Riley, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Fantasizing, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Car Sex, Reader is in the 141, Simon "Ghost" Riley's Mask Stays on During Sex, Mentions of guns and explosions, but it's only set dressing, because this is, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Summary:
Kinktober Day 1: Hand-holding
You realized as you looked down, he was still holding your hand, the gesture felt insanely intimate. “Ha… I’m not running off, Ghost.”
You joked, trying to dissipate the butterflies in your stomach, you looked at your joined hands bringing it to his attention. He seemed unbothered, but your comment earned you a short huff of amusement from him, he gave your hand a squeeze and you felt blood rushing to your cheeks.
“Can’t have you running around with your head in the clouds, might as well keep you at arm’s length,” he retorted as he turned to walk to the car, you had no choice but to follow him as he pulled you along.
Notes:
Happy kinktober!! Ahhh I'm so excited. This year's prompts were losely based on the official list, but with some alterations I felt like making. But I was obsessed with the hand-holding prompt in the sfw kinktober list, so I had to give it a shot.
Hope you enjoy it!
“We good?” You asked through the comms, your heart racing in your chest. You had cleared all the hostiles in your field of vision, the loud noises of bullets and explosions had gone silent, leaving only a light ringing in your ears and a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You watched your surroundings, still behind cover while you waited for confirmation from your squad mates. You reloaded your gun, extremely aware of every movement around you until you heard a voice from across the room.
“All clear,” Ghost’s raspy voice traveled to you, a little echo from the cleared out building. You peaked from your cover and watched him as he got closer.
“The hostages?” You asked, your voice was breathy, the adrenaline from being on the field still coursing through your veins.
“Soap escorted them through the back,” he nodded slightly and offered you his hand for you to get up.
You looked at his hand. His gloves were covered with a thin layer of dust and gunpowder, but you could still clearly make out the skeletal motif printed on the fabric. Ghost had nice hands, you would rather die than say it out loud, but you’d caught yourself more times than you could count watching the lieutenant as he performed precise manual tasks. While those weren’t your proudest moments, you could hardly blame yourself. The subtle tension of the muscles in his glove as he pulled the trigger, the force when he clenched his hand in a fist his fist to signal you to stop walking during a mission, his tattooed forearm clenching when he did push-ups looked downright pornographic.
"Hey? You're still with me?" He questioned, a hint of legitimate worry in his voice as he waved his hand in front of you. "Are you bleeding from somewhere?"
You just smiled awkwardly and shook your head. "Still in one piece, Lt," you promised and took his hand, letting him help you to your feet. You barely had to make the effort to get up before he lifted you upright. God, the way he could just push you around. If he wanted to he could pin you to the wall and hold you up, railing you mercilessly and without having you even touch the floor, holstering your whole body weight on his arms as he pounds you sensel-
"Are you listening?" Was all you caught before looking at him blankly and blinking a couple of times. He sighed in frustration. "You're going to get us bloody killed out here, just-"
He grabbed your hand and started running, you had no choice but to follow him. Before you could ask why you were running you noticed the loud cracks coming from above you. Figures, the place was going down. It made sense, the place looked unstable enough when you got there, an abandoned building with too many architectural hazards to count. Not the kind of place that could take bullets and explosions unscathed.
His grip on you was strong and firm, pulling you outside until you were safe. You watched as the place collapsed on itself, the dusty wind of the impact washing over you, making you close your eyes so it didn’t get in your eyes. As you opened them again, your eyes met Ghost’s. You’d gotten pretty good at discerning his expressions despite his mask, but it didn’t take a genius to know he was salty.
“Sorry, lieutenant, ears were still ringing so… I took a second to react,” you gave him an apologetic look, a white lie, but genuine guilt behind your words. You’d never have forgiven yourself if you’d gotten the both of you hurt from daydreaming about your superior fucking you. He nodded with a sigh. You realized as you looked down, he was still holding your hand, the gesture felt insanely intimate. “Ha… I’m not running off, Ghost.”
You joked, trying to dissipate the butterflies in your stomach, you looked at your joined hands bringing it to his attention. He seemed unbothered, but your comment earned you a short huff of amusement from him, he gave your hand a squeeze and you felt blood rushing to your cheeks.
“Can’t have you running around with your head in the clouds, might as well keep you at arm’s length,” he retorted as he turned to walk to the car, you had no choice but to follow him as he pulled you along.
You had no idea how he could seem so unbothered by this, you knew your face was flushed by this point, the very hands you were fantasizing about mere moments ago, now holding yours. Somehow this felt sinful, dirtier than the things plaguing your mind earlier. You felt the strength of his grip against your hand, the subtle shift of his arm and the occasional feeling of skin touching skin when you brushed your wrist against his exposed arm. You were too flustered to speak, your racing heart was getting no breaks, the adrenaline rush from the mission still sparking inside you, now fueling the arousal coursing through your veins.
“How sweet, you’re so protective over us,” you finally said, still with a joking tone, seemingly the only way to muffle your overwhelming feelings.
“Who’s us?”
“The… 141?” You answered, unsure of yourself. You didn’t want to entertain the idea that Ghost’s intentions were anything but practical. He scoffed in response.
“You won’t be seeing me hold hands with Soap anytime soon,” he glanced at you before returning his gaze to the road as you reached the armored SUV.
That quick gaze was enough to send waves of excitement through your skin, giving you goosebumps you hoped he didn’t notice. You felt pathetic, you had to get a hold of yourself at least until you got back to the base, then you could make yourself cum on your fingers as many times as you wanted while muttering his name in quiet gasps.
When you had to let go of his hand to get in the vehicle, your hand felt cold immediately, missing his grasp on you. Pathetic. You sat in the passenger side while Ghost sat behind the wheel, the relief of finally sitting down after an operation brought you some comfort.
“Do I worry that much?” You asked as you closed the car door.
“You have… a number of effects on me,” he confessed, looking directly at you. You felt your body stiffen in your seat, you weren’t that oblivious, he had to mean it.
“D-Do you have any idea the effect you have on me?!” You asked like an accusation, like he was at fault. And to be fair, he was at fault.
“As a matter of fact, I do," you could hear a smirk in his voice. "I happen to have eyes. Did you think you were being subtle?" You opened your mouth but when he put his hand on your thigh no words could come out, breaking any retort you were planning in your mind. "But I'd rather hear it from you, I want you to tell me every filthy thing that you fantasized about you," he removed his hand from your thigh, grabbing your chin and tilting it towards him.
The forceful eye contact while you were put on the spot like that, it all sent shivers down your spine. His gaze was hungry and demanding, you knew better than to question an order from your lieutenant.
“I… like your hands…” You muttered it, the embarassment of the admission only fueling your arousal.
“What about them, love?” His voice was raspy, he didn’t seem surprised by your confession, maybe you were more obvious than you hoped, maybe he was just that perceptive. “Do you think of them wrapped around your pretty little throat? Pining you down by a firm grip of your neck while I fuck you senseless?”
You suck in a breath from his words, God, you needed him to keep talking. You nodded eagerly, probably looking more needy than you’d like to admit.
“Use your words, I said I want to hear it from you,” he ran his hand down your neck, giving it a quick squeeze before slipping his hand under your shirt, needing to feel your skin.
“Yes, fuck, yes, I thought of it,” you admitted with a sigh as you felt his fingers tease you nipple “I… t-though of you manhandling me… of you holding my wrists a-and restraining me.”
“Very good…” The praise sent sparks of arousal through your body, his teasing hand playing with your chest doing nothing to quell the fire burning inside you, only further fueling it. As if sensing your need he pulled back his hand, only to bring it to your lips. “Bite it. Pull my glove off with your teeth.”
You did as instructed, his commanding tone and his fingers on your lips were enough to keep you from hesitating, taking the glove between your teeth and pulling it off. He slid his now bare hand into your pants and underwear, pressing two fingers against your soaked slit, the touch making you jump a bit in your seat. He pressed his thumb against your clit as his fingers explored, parting your wet folds and coating his fingertips in the slick dripping out of you.
"I didn't ask for an apology. I asked for a fucking answer, how long have you been thinking about me fucking you in this car? About me making you come undone with my fingers?" He growled the question, his thumb circling your clit as he spoke.
"You're fucking soaked," he growled in your ear, "how long have you been thinking about this, hm? Tell me."
"S-sorry..." You couldn’t help but apologize, embarrassed and extremely aroused.
You whined quietly as he pushed a finger inside, then a second. His fingers were thicker than yours, reaching deeper inside you, you felt so full and so good.
“So long… T-too long…” You confessed, a moan escaping your lips as he curled his fingers.
"That's a good girl," he smirked as he continued to finger you, the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit as his fingers pumped inside of you.
The praise made you clench around him. You saw stars when he crooked his fingers inside you, reaching your most sensitive spot inside you, your moans getting louder and more desperate.
"Oh, fuck..." you cursed, trying not to squirm too much as his fingers worked inside of you, you watched him through half lidded eyes.
His eyes were intense, locked onto you with a hunger and desire that sent shivers down your spine. In the depths of his gaze, you could feel the smoldering intensity of his longing, a fiery yearning that spoke volumes. This alone could be enough to send you over the edge and somehow, he knew this.
"Come for me, love," his voice was raspy and demanding. “Make a mess on my fingers, be a good girl for me…”
“Fuck… Fuck… S-Simon…” Your walls clenched around him, legs trembling and eyes rolling back as you came, biting back a loud moan. Your hands gripped onto the fabric of his sleeve, holding onto him for dear life.
"That's it... Such a good girl for me..." He slowed down his movements, easing you down from your orgasm.
Your mind was blank, all you could feel was a pleasant numbness in your body as you catched your breath. You closed your eyes as you felt his hand was caressing your hair.
“I’ll drive us back to the base,” he muttered, his voice low and growly. “Hope you’re not too tired, because I’m nowhere close to being done with you, love."
HAIIIIIIII! HAI! HI! HEYYYYY! HI! HIIIIIIII! I WANT TO THANK YOU ONCE AGain for writing those saucy Vulpes fics like ahh ahhhhhhhh I have this very specific itch and they scratch it just right JUST RIGHT. Goddamn! I love awful horrible men
No, please, it's my pleasure!!!!!! That jerk lives in my head rent-free and I've tried to evict him but he keeps threatening to put me on a cross and calling me a degenerate.
But for real, I pick these men from the trash and serve them on a platter. Bon appétit.
Falloutober is back this year with 31 days of apocalyptic prompts! Just as with other years, you are welcome to fill these from any fandom or original story, knowledge of Fallout not required!
Interpret these literally, figuratively, symbolically, astronomically, aeronautically, cytoplasmically, you know, however you want! Kink, whump, fluff, art, lit, screenarchery, music, just have fun! You can merge and swap days around too as desired!
If you want me to see your posts and potentially reblog them to the falloutober blog, make sure to tag them #falloutober2023 or @ the blog in your post!
Alternate Prompts: 2020 | 2021 | 2022
Typed list below the cut!
1 | War Never Changes
2 | Neon
3| Distant Glow
4 | Daddy-O
5 | This Thing Called Defeat
6 | Monument
7 | Midnight Ride
8 | Faith, Hope, & Love
9 | Butcher Pete
10 | Terminal
11 | Fallen Star
12 | Rust
13 | Civilization
14 | Afterdamp
15 | Keeping Warm
16 | Lacrimae Rerum
17 | Fang & Club
18 | Respite
19| Feral
20 | Wayward Souls
21 | Mutation
22 | Heat Lightning
23 | Homecoming
24 | Cigarette
25 | Pound of Flesh
26 | Ink Spots
27 | Green
28 | Cold, Dark
29 | Shrapnel
30 | Atom
31 | This Little Light
Tags: Cunnilingus, Human/Monster Romance, But Simon is pretty humanoid-like so idk, Reader doesn't know Simon is a cryptid, Cryptozoology, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Friends to Lovers
Summary:
You sigh and stand on your tip toes trying to reach the box, you feel your fingertips brush against the cardboard material and you smile in victory. But you accidentally push it even further . Before you can even groan in annoyance you feel the looming figure of Simon step closer towering over you from behind.
“This one?” He asks, his voice sultry and low as he reaches for the box with ease. His body feels like marble against yours, hard and cold. You can’t help but wonder how he manages to stay cool in the summer, especially with all the dark clothing he wears. Hell, his skin looked like marble, his hand grabbing the rim of the box barely showed any red undertones. You can't help but admire the way his fingers stretch out, you can feel your heart beating faster as you watch his digits, long and slender, as he wraps them around the edge of the box. His grip is firm and sure, and you couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have those fingers wrapped around your throa- “Y/N?”
Shit.
or
It's summer 1993, you work at an antique's shop and your favorite costumer, Simon Alkermayer, happens to stop by.
It's summer 1993. You're taking care of your antiques shop, but it's a slow day and you allow yourself to pop on your earbuds and turn on your walkman as you dust off some items.
You look at the fan gently turning from left to right, ventilating the store just enough so you don’t die from heat exhaustion. You hum to the tune of the song, the melody distracting your mind from your boredom. Your cat, Spock, is resting peacefully on top of a nearby shelf. You hear the soft jingle of the bells on the door, announcing the presence of a customer.
“Good evening, welcome t-” You start saying but stop yourself when you turn to see who it is.
“Oh! Hey Simon! It’s good to see you.”
The pale man gives you a slight smile and nods. “Hello, Y/N.”
Simon is something else entirely. He’s a regular, if there even is such a thing in an antique shop. You know most of the locals, it is a small town after all, but Simon isn’t really a local. You asked him before and he mentioned living pretty much in the middle of nowhere, your town is just the closest. He said he was a writer, so you assumed living in the middle of the woods was about getting inspiration or something.
You take off your earbuds, heading to the counter to look professional now that someone’s here. Especially when that someone is the mysterious, lanky, surprisingly charming guy you’ve been crushing over in the past few months.
“We’ve had some pretty sweet arrivals since the last time you were here!” You say excitedly, but are interrupted by your cat hissing at the man. “Spock! Behave, please, shoosh.” You shoosh the cat away and he promptly hides behind a random piece of furniture, still watching Simon from afar. “I’m so sorry, I really don’t get why he acts like this around you. Sometimes I think he’s just trying to embarrass me on purpose.” You sigh.
“No need to fret, I understand he’s just…” Simon crosses his arms side-eying the pet with a smirk “a tad territorial.”
“Anyways, new old stuff!” You point to a section you rearranged this morning. “Ah, the chinas! I found some cute tea sets from another antique shop that’s closing, they’re shop window worthy, I'm telling you. Ugh, I still need to get them in the back.” You keep talking without realizing, since Simon never interrupts you.
“Do you need assistance?”
You can’t help but smile, Simon is nothing short of a gentleman. You can see he has a very old soul, you see it in most people who come to your store, but in Simon it feels ten times stronger. It's interesting to watch, he will gaze at decades old items and look almost nostalgic in a way. Maybe he's really into history, you can relate in a way, you too project yourself onto your collection.
"You wouldn't mind? I don't want to take advantage of your kindness."
"It's no trouble at all, Y/N"
You're really excited to put those little teacups on display, Simon probably has no interest in them, they definitely don't fit his whole… aesthetic. But it's nice of him to help you with the boxes.
You keep talking about the stuff you got from the store that closed down, the man silently accompanying you and nodding along. He's a pretty good listener, always patient and you couldn't help but feel attracted to him.
"Sorry, when I start talking I really can't shut up.” You blush slightly in embarrassment, opening the door adorned with the sign ‘Employees only’.
“Please, I don’t mind it at all.” There’s reassurance in his voice and his words confort your anxieties enough as you enter the storage room and turn on the single flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling.
“Now, where is that box…” You squint your eyes around the dimly lit room, checking the shelves stocking the articles you’ve yet to display in the store. “Ah there it is!” You smile but your happiness is short lived as you realize where the box was shelved. “The highest shelf in the storage room, of course that asshole put it there. He knows I can’t reach… ugh… sorry.” You sigh, apologizing for your unprofessionalism.
“Your coworker, I assume?” He makes an educated guess, he’s stumbled upon Jack before while visiting the shop. The guy is a manchild, he doesn’t care at all about the antique shop or the customers, he only got the job because he’s your boss’ nephew. You wouldn’t mind him too much if he wasn’t so inconsiderate, he always left things for you to clean up after his shift and never let you know if he was going to be late or couldn’t come. Jack had also made several advances on you before, not particularly tasteful comments about your appearance, and passive aggressive remarks when you turned him down. He also had very clear opinions on your mysterious regular, whenever he saw Simon leaving the shop he couldn’t wait to call the man a “freak” and a “weirdo”.
“Yeah. Ex-coworker, hopefully. He hasn’t been showing up to work lately, not answering calls from our boss either. He probably bailed and can’t be bothered to let any of us know.” You huff in annoyance and for a second you could swear you saw Simon smirk. You sigh and stand on your tip toes trying to reach the box, you feel your fingertips brush against the cardboard material and you smile in victory. But you accidentally push it even further . Before you can even groan in annoyance you feel the looming figure of Simon step closer towering over you from behind.
“This one?” He asks, his voice sultry and low as he reaches for the box with ease. His body feels like marble against yours, hard and cold. You can’t help but wonder how he manages to stay cool in the summer, especially with all the dark clothing he wears. Hell, his skin looked like marble, his hand grabbing the rim of the box barely showed any red undertones. You can't help but admire the way his fingers stretch out, you can feel your heart beating faster as you watch his digits, long and slender, as he wraps them around the edge of the box. His grip is firm and sure, and you can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have those fingers wrapped around your throa- “Y/N?”
Shit.
“Ah… S-Sorry I’m kinda out of it today, I had to cover the shifts Jack missed this week and I guess I’m just tired,” you came up with an excuse for your distraction, it wasn’t a bad one since it was very true.
“Oh, I see,” bless his heart he seemed legitimately concerned and.. you could sense guilt in his voice. He shouldn’t feel guilty, it was Jack’s fault, not his. “You should not have to overwork yourself…”
“It’s fine… really,” you shrug.
“It isn’t,” Simon’s voice turns dark as he turns you around by the shoulders and pins you against the wall of the storage room. You couldn’t even register his movements with how fast it happened. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel the hard surface of the wall pressing against your back, and the sudden weight of his body against yours. You don’t know what’s gotten into him, his eyes are dark and his gaze is intense. “I have… overlooked the stress my actions would put you under.”
“Your actions? Simon… I don’t understand-”
“You need not understand,” he interrupts you. He's not angry, he’s frustrated but not with you. “I will help you. Allow me to undo the damage,” his hand travels the curve of your jaw caressing your skin “Unless…I have misread the nature of our dynamic. If so, please, do not hesitate to speak up and tell me no.”
“I… You…” You can feel your face warm up at his words “N-no, you haven’t.” You admit, your words bring a smirk to his lips.
“Excellent,” Simon closes the distance between you, his lips are on yours before you have time to react. His mouth was demanding and soon his tongue was in your mouth, the kiss leaving you breathless as you felt arousal building inside you, an aching feeling between your legs.
—
“S-Simon… Fuck…” You were gasping his name in between moans, your hand ran through his jet black hair, your grip shaky. Simon was set on making you reach orgasm a third time, one for each shift you’d had to cover. The first was on his fingers and the second was on his mouth, you felt sensitive as the man’s tongue circled your clit. You whined at his assault and he chuckled, you felt his hot breath on your entrance and he used his thumb to caress your pussy, looking up at your flushed face.
“Such exquisite flavor… Had I only known sooner that you were this truly delectable, I would have made you mine long ago," his voice was dark and while his words sent shivers down your spine, you dearly missed his mouth on you. Your sentiment didn’t go unnoticed, he smirked at you as he watched you twitch with anticipation when his fingers teased your cunt.
“Please…” You decided a while ago you weren't too proud to beg, especially not when his mouth felt so good, and his tongue was so warm and skilled. It seemed Simon decided to have mercy on you, his mouth going back on your pussy.
His tongue probed into you while he drew lazy circles on your clit, you moaned softly from his ministrations, back pressed against the wall. You felt like you were hallucinating, for a second you could swear Simon’s tongue was reaching places far deeper than a human’s tongue could go, but the pleasure fogging your mind had no interest in lingering on that question, the sensation overwhelming your senses.
Two of his pale slender fingers entered you before he moved his mouth over to your clit. While one hand fingered you, the other pulled the skin over the tiny bud exposing it further to his insatiable lips. He was unrelenting now, his mouth sucking and playing with your clit and his fingers fucking you mercilessly.
You couldn’t keep his name out of your mouth as he devoured your cunt like a man starved. His fingers curled inside of you as he noticed you getting closer and closer to the edge, you could feel him smile against your flesh, his pace going faster as you repeated yourself over and over.
“Simon… Please… oh God… Fuck…” You cried out, before a final thrust of his fingers timed with the sweet sensation of him sucking on your clit made you tip over the edge. “Fuck!”
You threw your head back, the feeling overwhelming your senses and making you see stars. You felt Simon lap up your juices as you rode out the waves of your orgasm on his mouth.
“Uh… Whatever it is you did, you’re forgiven,” you joked nervously. Still really confused about this turn of events, but not about to complain.
Your words were promptly rewarded by a satisfied smirk from the man as he got up. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear watching you catch your breath, oversensitive from his touch.
You looked good enough to eat. But what a waste it would be.
"The pleasure was entirely mine," he assured you.
You were already pent up as it was, but seeing Farkas in nothing but his breeches almost sent you in a frenzy. As you walked into the room, it took everything in you not to bury your face on his pillow, instead you tried arranging his bed while he closed the door to his bed. You could almost see the gears turning inside Farkas’ head, you gathered he was probably smelling your pheromones and trying to understand why you were there. You tried not to stare at his bare chest and how good it would feel to run your hands through his abdomen. “I… I thought I had more time to prepare. Aela told me this would happen, but I…” You sighed, fidgeting with his pillows as you tried to adjust the bedding.
“Are you… nesting on my bed?”
You dropped his pillow. Right, that was what you were doing.
A/N: I didn't find A SINGLE Heat Fic pwp with Farkas. They're werewolves! That's the whole point of being a werewolf: feral sex.
Anyways, hope you enjoy it.
Jorrvaskr was asleep. The night had draped its serene embrace over Whiterun, as the weary warriors found solace within their familiar haven. Farkas himself was deep in the realm of dreams, enjoying the peace of his unassuming chamber. Yet, the tranquility was abruptly shattered by a sudden and insistent pounding on his bedroom door. Startled from his slumber, Farkas jolted awake, heart racing in surprise with the sound of pounding on his bedroom’s door.
He was ready to assume the worst, a strategy that worked just fine for Farkas over the years; strike first, think later. He grabbed the greatsword at the end of his bed and readied his stance until he heard your voice from behind the door.
“Farkas, are you up?" Your voice was breathy, a hint of urgency in your tone.
He put his guard down, it was just you, the dragonborn. He respected and greatly admired you as his shield-sister, appreciating your company whenever you came back from your adventures. He trusted you with his life. He stored his sword away before opening the door.
Sure enough he was met to the sight of you as he opened the door. He was always happy to see you, almost forgetting for a second it was the middle of the night and you woke him up because you probably needed something. You weren’t wearing your full armor, instead you sported a more casual outfit that you used to sleep in, the sight was welcome to Farkas. Seeing you in a more vulnerable position was different, he was much more used seeing you armored from head to toe. It brought back memories from the first time you arrived in Jorrvaskr, full of questions, wanderlust and with a very unusual story to tell. Vulnerable in your nightclothes, yes, maybe that was why he was feeling a sudden overprotective urge.
“Shield-sister, it’s late. Did something happen?” He asked, his eyes darting around the hallway to check for any danger. That was when it hit him. The scent.
Your scent.
Farkas and the other Companions had a very strong sense of smell, it was normal for Farkas to recognize someone solely by their scent, but this wasn’t just your usual scent, this was stronger. Sweeter. And way more distracting.
“Close the door, I don't want to wake the others,” you said, making your way past him and sitting on his bed. You were already pent up as it was, but seeing Farkas in nothing but his breeches almost sent you in a frenzy. As you walked into the room, it took everything in you not to bury your face on his pillow, instead you tried arranging his bed while he closed the door to his bed. You could almost see the gears turning inside Farkas’ head, you gathered he was probably smelling your pheromones and trying to understand why you were there. You tried not to stare at his bare chest and how good it would feel to run your hands through his abdomen. “I… I thought I had more time to prepare. Aela told me this would happen, but I…” You sighed, fidgeting with his pillows as you tried to adjust the bedding.
“Are you… nesting on my bed?”
You dropped his pillow. Right, that was what you were doing. You blushed hard, caught off guard. This was your first heat, Aela had warned you about heats and how they worked after you had been turned. You had simply completely forgotten. You couldn’t be blamed, you had a lot to do as Dragonborn and your first heat was supposed to happen later, you were sure you had more time to prepare. You were always planning on talking to Farkas about it.
“I… guess I am,” you admit defeated “Farkas, I’m… going into heat.”
“Then you really,” his breath hitched, a low growl in his voice “really, shouldn’t be in here.” His hand gripped the door handle to ground himself, his knuckles turning white with the strength of his grip.
“I’m here for a reason, Farkas,” you said solemnly, you got up and walked towards him. He shot you a glare.
“Don’t come any closer,” his voice was raspy and his commanding tone made you stop in your tracks. “I don’t know how much longer I can control myself with you in this state.” His breath was labored and his gaze was intense.
“Farkas I don’t want you to control yourself,” you looked at him through half-lidded eyes, regaining courage to walk closer and reach for his hand. “I want you to help me…”
As soon as your fingers touched his hand it sent a spark of electricity through you’ve been hit by a Chain Lightning spell. You didn’t even get to hold his hand, he grabbed your wrist and pulled your body flush against his. He leaned down burying his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in as much of your scent as he could. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief at his proximity, at the sheer intimacy. You grabbed onto him like a lifeline, your instincts slowly taking over your mind, the wolf inside you screaming for more.
“Please… Farkas…” You muttered under your breath.
Farkas pulled you up by your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He dropped you on the bed, oddly enough the little organizing you managed to do added so much to your comfort level. Farkas was on top of you, his mouth was hungry for yours and you were all too happy to oblige, you kissed him back, running your fingers through his long hair.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he admitted through gritted teeth, his hands undoing your blouse and groping your breasts.
“You don’t have to be…” You reassured him, his mouth was on your neck now marking you with his teeth as he pinched your nipples. You moaned in pleasure but with a hint of impatience, you squirmed under him pushing your hips up to feel some friction. “Please, please, I need you inside.”
He grunted before gripping your waist and forcing your hips down.
“It’s your first heat. I don’t wish to hurt you.”
“I can take it, Farkas, please, my mate, I need you, need your cock,” you begged, your instincts completely overwhelming you with need. Farkas froze at your words before eagerly undressing the both of you in a rush.
You whined each time his hands left your skin, you felt feverish and aching with need. You were already soaked when Farkas pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, he looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust. You didn’t trust your voice to beg him again, so you tried to give him a pleading look hoping to get him to have mercy on you and give you what you were craving.
A broken moan left your mouth as he entered you with his length, Farkas seemed to be losing control, as you hoped, his patience and kindness giving place to his feral instincts to take and breed. He was fully in, save for his knot, when he started moving his hips fast and deep.
Your whines and moans were loud, you couldn’t help it, his tip was hitting deep into you and your body programmed itself to feel nothing but pleasure at this time. Your mind was completely gone, solely focusing on Farkas’ cock slamming into you with force and speed.
“Mine, mine, mine…” Farkas kept repeating and his words only brought you closer to climax, giving yourself completely to your mate to be owned and used to his content was embarrassingly arousing. “My mate… You look so beautiful, so needy for me, for my knot, you want me to stuff you full, hm?” You nodded rapidly, trying to let him know how eager you were without depending on your words, since you weren’t sure you could even string a sentence together. But that wasn’t enough for him, he pulled at your hair and growled into your ear. “Say it, say what you want.”
You whined, the sting in your scalp only fueling your pleasure, you looked up at him with an imploring look. “Farkas please, I want y-you to breed me please…”
He grunted, his pace steady as he looked into your eyes. “Do you? Then why did you wait so long to seek me?” He punctuated his phrases with deeper thrusts, making you cry out as he hit your deepest and sweetest spot. “Why parade around Jorrvaskr smelling this sweet and ripe for the taking? Were you hoping just any Companion would take you out in the hallway?” His voice was aggressive, possessive and it turned you on so much. “Skjor? My brother?”
You shook your head. “N-Never! Just you, I’m yours Farkas… Please!”
“Cum for me.” He growled and picked up the pace. You do. You saw stars when he reached deep inside you, the warmth of his body against yours and his teeth biting down your neck. Farkas wasn’t too far behind himself, his pace getting erratic and you could feel yourself yearn for his knot. “I’ll cum deep inside of you, my mate. Is that what you want?”
“Please… I need it, please, please…” You begged pulling him into another kiss.
His mouth devoured yours as he pounded you into the mattress, his own beast ordering him to breed you, to take you, to claim you. He thrust one last time into you, his knot plopping into you, locking you together as he buried his seed deep inside your pussy. He moaned against your ear, tugging your hair as you felt his breath on your skin.
You held each other for a second, catching your breath and letting the afterglow warm your heart. Farkas placed a kiss on your forehead and stroked your hair.
“I’ll take care of you, however many times you may need it, my mate,” he said, voice low and earnest. You hummed contently and nodded.
I never thought I'd see a Sims x reader fanfic, let alone a nsfw one of Erwin Pries! My satisfaction is immeasurable and my day made, awesome job lol <3
It's been a WHILE since I played Ozmafia, but I was looking through my fanfic idea list and I had written as an idea "Feral Caramia pwp" and now after what? 2 years? I'm ready to write it fhdkahhkjflaj
will it be filled with canon inconsistencies because i cant be bothered to replay the whole game? Yes it will.
Quick PSA, if you get one of those "Work scanned, AI use detected" comments on AO3, just mark them as spam.
Some moron apparently built a bot to annoy or prank hundreds of authors.
There is no scanning process, your work doesn't actually resemble AI writing, it's all bullshit. Mark the comment as spam (on AO3, not the email notification you got about the comment!) and don't let it get to you.
They are now also linking to a site they claim is able to scan works and tell you whether they were AI written or not, and that you should do that before reading a fic.
It should go without saying that you should not, under no circumstances, visit a site advertised in a spam comment.
In this case, I'd say there's even a chance that the "scanning" site is actually used to scrape fics and use them for future AI writing. What it definitely doesn't do is tell you whether something was AI written or not. That's a bullshit claim.
Don't use that site. Don't believe these spam comments, whether you get them on your own works or see them on someone else's.
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As someone who works in education, actual AI detectors don't even work well and are rendered obsolete within weeks if not days. Please spread this around to spare your fellow writers and reader!
Normally I'd save for RFM but it does seem semi time-sensitive.
I should say I haven't fact-checked this or encountered that kind of comment, so I can't speak to the factual veracity. Regardless, what the people above are saying -- check the username, don't follow strange links in comments, be suspicious of "official" AO3 communication coming in via comment -- is still just good sense. Never let the weirdness of an official-sounding statement put you on the back foot. One of the most intense skills scammers have is the ability to override common sense with panic.
All that said, I'm now pondering whether it would even be considered against TOS to post AI-generated fiction to AO3. Detectable or otherwise, as long as it's fannish-adjacent and doesn't violate any content-TOS stuff (soliciting money, etc) it should be acceptable.
I suppose if you don't credit the bot there's a case to be made that posting it on your own account would be plagiarism, but that's getting into like, metaphysical discourse about what constitutes creativity and creative property....
FYI folks, I've had a couple of trusted readers weigh in, and I think I can safely consider this post fact-checked. Thanks friends! I'll respond to those eventually but the next few days are hectic so there may be a delay.
Additional Tags: PWP, Dom Vulpes, Possessive Vulpes, Oral Sex, Creampie, Hate Sex, Wild Card Courier
CW: Name-calling, Legion Typical Misogyny
Summary:
“Your lack of discipline is disheartening,” he tilted his head, squinting his eyes at you. “We will have to fix that once you fall to the Legion,” he pulled you up by the collar of your armor, his tight grip on the leather forcing you on your feet. You looked up at him and couldn’t help but laugh at his words.
“In your dreams maybe,” you retorted. He smirked at your impudence, then pulled you in to kiss you. His mouth was ferocious, his kisses were never kind or chaste, he kissed you like he was conquering territory. Maybe he truly believed he was.
The crackling of the fire made for good white noise in the comfortable silence you shared with Boone. You were making your way to Camp McCarren, help the NCR sort some inside problems and hopefully earn some caps while you're at it. You were helping the NCR a lot more than you were expecting to, you weren’t exactly their biggest fan but somehow you always ended up lending them a hand, something the former soldier accompanying you didn't mind at all.
"Same watch rounds as last time?" You offered. Boone didn't speak, only gave a nod of acknowledgement followed by him getting up and headed to his tent.
You always took first watch on the road. First because it was easier for you to stay up longer than to wake up mid-sleep. But then it started becoming about waiting for your companions to sleep so you could address the person looming in the shadows.
"It's just Boone, he takes half a second to fall asleep, you can come out…" You spoke in monotone, not even looking away from the fire.
"Caution and patience are essential virtues, Courier." Vulpes' voice was low as you heard him emerge from the Mojave shrubbery. His steps were firm as he made his way closer and stood right behind you.
"For a creepy Legion spy, maybe" you concede with a huff of amusement. He pulled your hair back making you cringe at the pain stinging your scalp, he wasn't amused. You were forced to look up at his eyes, his gaze always condescending and so, so infuriating. His blue eyes boring into your soul, to many people that was the last thing they saw before they died.
"And for those” he added “who do things they are not supposed to do" he leaned close to your ear whispering into it "such as fraternizing with the enemy."
His voice sent shivers down your spine and the situation made you blush. That would be… a correct assessment of your actions. To put it plainly, you had been fucking Vulpes. Not as in once or twice, but as in it had become a recurring part of your travels. His job was to follow you and gather intel, so he would never stray too far away and so what started with a heated banter turned makeout session became a somewhat nightly occurrence.
"Unless, you think your companion wouldn't mind?" He chuckled grimly before snarling at you and tugging harder at your hair. But he knew Boone, he knew his hatred for the Legion. A hatred you shared wholeheartedly. "Get on your knees."
You swallowed, heat rushing to your face but also pooling in your lower abdomen. This was wrong, all of it. But that was what made it feel so fucking good.
“Make me.” That didn’t mean you’d make things easy for him. Never. Not when his face looked that good as he smiled pedantically at your defiance.
And make you he did. He pulled at your hair again, forcing you to your knees on the dirt, your pants protected you enough from the rough terrain but since this was a common treatment the skin there had already bruised. You didn’t mind it, that was the mildest of pains you had to endure in your nightly escapades with the frumentarius. ‘Endure’ is a harsh word, you knew exactly what you were in for with Vulpes and fuck, did you enjoy it. More than you’d ever admit out loud.
“How amusing it is to watch you try to deny your true purpose,” he sighed with a breathy chuckle as you had given in, a bit too eager to feel the weight of his cock inside your mouth. You shifted his armor, pushing down his stupid Legion skirt to free his half-hard length and start stroking it. “You may have those friends of yours fooled, but I know you for what you truly are… A whore.” The word made you shiver. He grunted as he felt you lick the underside of his dick. “Keep your hands behind your back. Open up and look at me.”
You breathed heavily, you put your hands away as he asked, the arousal between your legs burning stronger with each word that came out of his mouth. As you looked up at him you couldn’t help but quip back at him.
“You’re trying to fuck my mouth already? Whatever happened to the virtue of patience?” you said with a smirk.
“This isn’t about patience,” he growled and leaned down to grab your face with his hand, “it’s about knowing your place. Now open. up.”
You sighed, feigning annoyance to hide your eagerness. You kept your eyes on him as you opened your mouth, your jaw hurt a bit from his firm grip on it. You expected him to let go of your face and push his dick inside, instead he leaned forward and spit into your open mouth. The surprise in your eyes made him grin devilishly, your instinct to spit it out was interrupted as he presse your cheeks together to make you close your mouth.
“Swallow,” he smirked and watched your throat as you swallowed. “Good girl… you can be good, I know it. If you only accept your place.” He let go of your face and now did as you predicted, pushing the tip of his cock to part your lips once again. You accepted him into your mouth, your body was basically trained at this point to take him. Having him spit into your mouth had really gotten you into a deep wanton state, your pussy was pulsating with need. “We both know you can take me deeper than that, Six,” he murmured, pushing himself deeper as he thrust into your mouth. You allowed yourself to relax your throat letting his dick further inside, his breaths were heavy, soft grunts escaping his lips as you swallowed him down. “That’s it…”
You took the chance to slip your hand inside your pants, reaching to rub your cunt in search of some relief. You knew Vulpes wouldn’t like that, but you didn’t care you were aching already and it was his fault anyway. Besides, pushing his buttons and having him treat you like shit was exactly what you were looking for.
He noticed your deviation, pulling his cock out entirely.
“Your lack of discipline is disheartening,” he tilted his head, squinting his eyes at you. “We will have to fix that once you fall to the Legion,” he pulled you up by the collar of your armor, his tight grip on the leather forcing you on your feet. He was taller than you, but not overly so, you’d look up at him and couldn’t help but laugh at his words.
“In your dreams maybe,” you retorted. He smirked at your impudence, then pulled you in to kiss you.
His mouth was ferocious, his kisses were never kind or chaste, he kissed you like he was conquering territory. Maybe he truly believed he was. The warmth of his mouth and his hands forcibly grabbing your waist made you press your thighs together to provide a bit of friction where you needed most.
“Get your pants off and get on your bedroll. I want to fuck you right next to the NCR dog’s tent,” he pushed you away with perhaps more strength than he intended to, or maybe the roughness was on purpose. Your eyes widened, you glanced at your tent a few meters away, right next to Boone’s.
“That’s…” Really hot. “A very bad idea,” you retorted. That was an understatement as to how insane Vulpes’ suggestion was. But more insane than that, was how excited the proposition made you.
“Any worse of an idea than having sex with your sworn enemy?” he teased, tilting his head up in an arrogant manner looking at you as if he was daring you. And you were never one to back away from a challenge.
You bit your lip and lead the way into your tent, making short work of your armor, opting to take everything off before laying on your bedroll. Half in an act of defiance, half in a desire to show yourself to him. The vulnerability of being completely naked under the Legion assassin was a danger rush that never failed to arouse you immensely. In a second Vulpes’ hands were all over you, his mouth on yours again claiming you for himself, the leather of his half-gloves felt rough on your bare skin. Those hands that tortured and killed, those gloves were probably stained with the blood of previous victims, maybe one day it will be stained with yours.
It should scare you. And in a way, it did, but the fear only fueled your arousal.
He took off one glove to rub your pussy, when his fingers finally plunged into you making you whimper, he let out a chuckle.
“Soaking wet for me. What would your companion next door think of this?” he whispered into your ear.
Shit, Boone. That’s right. You covered your mouth, stifling your voice. You shook your head at him in response, trying to deny it. Deny how much your body craved his rough handling and violent sadistic treatment.
“I bet he wishes he could fuck you, that he could see you displayed like this,” he groaned, possessiveness coating his words “but he can’t,” he laughed to himself “You’re a whore, but you belong to me.”
You clenched around his fingers, his movements weren’t fast but tactical, rubbing your clit with the base of his hand while his fingers dug deep inside of you. You let go of your mouth and propped your arm over your eyes, breathing heavily as he continued touching you.
“I… ah… I hate you… so much…” you whispered.
He grinned at your words pulling away his finger and grabbing your arm to firmly pin it above your head. He pressed his cock against your folds, teasing your entrance with his tip just to watch you squirm for a bit before plunging inside.
“Once the Legion takes over…” he breathed out when he was fully sheathed, his voice low, “I will make an example out of you,” he whispered into your ear “I will fuck you in front of your profligate friends, the slave collar tight around your pretty little neck, your dream of.. ah… an independent Vegas ruined…” he laughed maliciously as he thrust into your body.
“You’re… a sick bastard” you moaned as quietly as you could, his cock reaching deep inside you, making you meet his thrusts with your own hips involuntarily. He rubbed you where your bodies met, making you see stars and bringing you closer to the edge. You hated this man so much, you wanted him dead, you wanted his entire faction obliterated from this side of the wasteland.
“Then why are you so willing- ngh…” he grunted, feeling your tightening around him “so pliable, and so…” he thrust faster, his cock pulsing inside of you, you were both so close to coming. “and so… fucking… perfect for me? Ah…”
“F-fuck-!” You gasped covering your mouth at the last second as you felt the orgasm hit you, your legs shaking as Vulpes spilled his cum inside of you. You felt him grunt right next to your ear, the sound making you bite your lip.
He stayed still for a while, both of you catching your breaths. There was no guilt inside you, or regret, maybe the slight annoyance of having to take contraceptives the next day because the man refused to ever pull out. Were your values that weak? That you’d be willing to let a guy like Vulpes take you over and over? Why were you so willing, indeed.
“I don’t fucking know why…” you murmured against the skin of his neck. You could feel his infuriating smirk without even having to look at his face.
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