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Reverent college professor x male reader Drabble~ ! ᜊ𐔌՞ ' ⩊ '՞𐦯ᜊ
A/N: m’ own filthy indulgence’s <33
Warnings: dark content, reader is in his twenties, insert/oc is mid 40’s, Amab anatomy, older man/younger man, pin, riding, ass eating, oral, reader receiving, power imbalance
Just imagine it now, staying after class tryin to muster that courage up, trying to stop the humiliation in your gut! Oh you knew it would work, this man eyefuckin you day in an out you just knew it would work, “I got a D sir” You’d respond like an insult musterin up all that confidence just T’ lose it in one blow “seems so yes?” He was cool but that perversion isn’t an easy hide “want a better grade then earn it” he sat there with his brows furrowed not makin the first move, safe words, free interpretations if you weren’t interested but you were.
“Ride me, make it slow and make it last, don’t stop even if I finish…keep going show me you’re an exemplary student ‘boy’ “ he knew what he was doin! He knew he was rilin you up with those words, workin you all up like an angry school boy. Hips straddling his behind his desk burnin inside from your own fingers- you were doin all the work clearly, prepping yourself an all. You needed it. You were rude when he was revenant, bitter when his adoration was lathered on your skin, your fingers shoved down his throat for spit as you fingered yourself, workin it all open makin him watch, makin him suffer the way heat crept his neck an his cock gave a twitch in those sinful slacks. Could almost taste tha salty twang of his salty spill on your tongue.
His face buried away hot in the side of your neck, makin out with it licking you up like a rent a boy, like he was gettin what was owed, groans and soft grunts pleadin against your skin when your perk little ass brushed against his groin givin teases of what he was gonna taste. You rode him like your life depended on it- maybe not your life but your grate at the least! He was leaned back by tha time he spilt in your insides, hot white flashes behind those otherwise foggy eyes just for you. “Do—nt stop” his teeth gritted, jaw clenched tight his demand sounded weak, sounded like every sinful thing you never knew you needed. How could he still feel so hard when your cock was weeping red, spurts of your own on that itchy sweater, the one abandoned on his desk a few moments later
After his fill, begrudgingly lettin you off his cock he’d have your body bent awkwardly on his desk, limps all over the place lickin up his mess when it oozed out of the puffy pucker between your cheeks, letting an almost feral growl when you tried mufflin those as he called them “pretty boy sounds” in that sweater. Your peaks were raw an tender pressed too his desk sore from his mouth jus like your hole, he was like a starved man, like a thirsty man in the desert an you were the gods nectar against his tongue, each delve an glide inside you makin you all flushed, from face T’ shoulder, only lettin ya leave when you couldn’t physically bare it anymore.
“I’ll fix it in the grade book” he’d breath out weak out of breath, his hands shaky, your hips bared the scorn of those hands, you had thought. His tie was loose his face red with a wet mouth down to his slickened chin, his stomach hot full of your taste he was delighted crackin a grin with those lust filled eyes watchin ya dress back an limp on out.
how you got here? Perfect boy- not perfect not even close but you think maybe you are, your parents begged to differ when they sent ya off T’ some church sayin it’ll ’straighten you right out’ did they know this? Did they know this sinful man lurked its walls an preyed on you like a hare in the jaws of some beast, the worse kinda beast too, man.
You could’ve left, could’ve ran home packed and left, you were old enough now so why didn’t you?…was it the quiet ache that settled over you like hunger pains or tha need for his eyes. That dirty feel that made something hollow thrum to life. It was sick but you wanted it- needed it after tha first time. Innocence torn like honey from your thighs and you were hooked.
“Depraved, perversed ‘boy’“ oh how he’d mock you, break you build you so high you felt euphoric in his arms to the point you could only crawl back an plead for him, not that you’d have to but repentance helped for him…he loved that look on your face when you’ve had too much but begged “m-ore” made him feel like his vows were just blank shot suggestions.
On your knees at the altar all reverent to him, in his church you don’t praise the lord, he is your lord- your lust - the heat of your groin and the essence in your bones. He has you so needy with your face in his crotch while you drool, so desperate for the loss love that you feel like he’s the air that burns your lungs when it’s too cold and tingles. Your jaw burned, it throbbed too widely opened, opened too long but you couldn’t disappoint…who were you anymore without him? He made you feel like the man you always were even if he took your dignity and held it too high above your nimble little head. Fingers working him for his spend like it would be bleeding your tongue to receive it.
When he’s between your thighs you can’t breathe. Like the trees left the earth and oxygen supply is so limited and light that your lungs reject, you bled the first time, you ached the second and by the third you begged with a sense of need so raw your insides had a run for the money “stay sweet f’me, that’s it..jus lemme in pretty boy? Can’t you do that, be the sweet boy god made you to be” he’d groan in your ear holding your hips down firm agaisnt the pew he took you on, spewing verses the first few times tellin you all the reasons it was right. “God made you for me, can’t you feel it? See how you’re accepting it all like two puzzle pieces, fuck we could be Adam and Eve..an this right here baby is the garden..my own slice of heaven” he’d caress your mound and hold it with a fervent grip, an owning touch only a man like him could have and lord above if it didn’t make your blood sing and your eyes water up so pretty as he’d say, his spill was on your thighs preaching purity, “can’t taint that pretty womb yet”
He was a messiah when he preached, above the sheep that followed, he was the devoted Shepard to them all but durin the late evenings of ‘fixing you’ he was “only a man”…he’d say that when his head was craned between your thighs unable to hold the lust that ripped his soul and took all morals with it, he never married people said it was the old vows to the way Christianity was before orthodox came into the picture..least that’s what he’d say but how could he ever admit it was because of a nymph of a boy that held everything that was ever his right between their thighs, he knew what he was. You were the means to an end he needed to stay in that sinful limbo.
Tags: Not proofread, A/B/O dynamics, older omega/younger alpha, cnc but reader lowkey wants it, virgin reader, mating, unprotected sex, P n a, pwlp, knotting, sub top male reader, dom bottom character, yandere themes, dark content, older man/younger man, reader is of age, age gap, reader is twenty five, char is olddd forties an older, up to reader.
A/N: S’ been one hot min since I did A’h work so forgive tha badly written smut! Buut M’ still alive an kickin <33
The day was something usual, business meetings mediocre coffee and pretending the people around you didn’t despise you- well for you it wasn’t pretend since you were far too dense to understand your subordinates thought of you as some nepo baby.
Like a poor person hitting the lottery but you were never poor you were just oblivious to the mother of pearl spoon that had always been pushed into your mouth and fed you through life.
Some hated you, some loved you, some envied you. It was one big diverse mix, envy was always in the lead even with those who would rather see you sink or crash and burn like an Icarus.
You were a young alpha and even if you didn’t know how good your scent was- well it was still goddamn amazing or at least He thought it to be. Mark was a assistant at your families long standing dynasty they called a law firm.
There were dark roots to be told but that never mattered- the blood money that handed your great, very great grandparents the business that stood on top of the court rooms now were simply never spoken of. Mark knew of course, how could he not?
He as your father’s assistant and now yours, he was the most trusted of men so it was only natural to him that he knew it all. Inside and outside of the court room.
He was graying now, never blessed with the muscles of a Greek god or the knot an alpha had but gods of he didn’t possess the fire and the lust of one, but all that aside he had the fading scent of an omega that hadn’t been truly marked.
The scent gland that fizzled before it received fangs that held down longer than a one night stand. Mark couldn’t say he even noticed you at first, you were a snot nosed brat in his eyes.
A boy who would have the world at his disposal and never appreciate it the way you should but that was never the man you grew to be, you- the politest way he could put it.
Well you were simply too stupid to be cruel and too dumb to be less than a virgin, you were pure in ways that baffled him. He didn’t even know if you looked to be the type to touch yourself during rut.
He never smelt another omegas scent on you- thankfully that is…but he’s never say it out loud, he was loyal to you in ways that seemed almost deranged to the other employees around.
Despite that he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when you were so close and so sweet begging to mate with something, you were nineteen when he truly seen you, in his eyes barely more than a slobbering pup but his gut doesn’t deceive his emotions.
One thing he was sure of is that he now noticed you for the man you were, for the alpha you became and now you were what he was going to sink his teeth into and ensnare you into his trap, make you make him yours.
There you were, looking over papers your fingers grazed and holding a pin that belonged to your father, you were the pinnacle of elegance that never truly felt like yours but more your names.
You knew what your father thought you inside the court rooms and you knew how to get your way so how hard could this case be for you to crack open?
“Mark- where’s my files for the-“
Your mind blanked on the last name of the e person but without fail there he was.
“The morisetti files Mr [last name]”
“Told you to just call me [name]”
“And I had said it was unprofessional to do so”
All you could do was groan, how many times had you told this old man to call you by your name- how weird it felt to be addressed like a boss by a man who had watched you grow up?
It felt like something blasphemous in ways that went unheard of. You took the thick file from his naturally cold hands and your Adam’s apple gave a little bob in time with your wide eyed grateful nod.
The ways in which mark had been looking at you all day were utterly sinful, he didn’t get heats anymore and if he did his scent was so faint he’d have to blatantly tell an alpha to have them know it-
But something spiced and undeniably you made it to his nose and he held a knowing look even when his gaze was met with your confused one when you looked back up from the papers.
“What’s that look for?”
“Have you been feeling weird lately?”
“Just stomach pains, maybe my routine is starting to fail me- I mean I am heading towards being as old as you aren’t I!”
You laughed and held this cheeky grin, his gaze was heavy enough you could feel the pressure of his eyes peering down at you in such a way you couldn’t comprehend it, the bulge between your thighs made his mouth water up in delight, ‘oh your perfect knot’
that though bolted harsh in his brain making him shudder he sworn he could’ve came then and there and he knew that your cock was flaccid right now, how he’d know that is beyond the point.
The point was you were about to be in rut and he was about to get lucky.
“Such nonsense, you are barely in your prime you know”
“My body doesn’t feel it mark”
“Hush now”
His body glided when it moved behind your chair, his hands gripped your shoulders tightly working the tense muscles his head dipped down oddly close to your neck only making your nose twitch- was he doing this on purpose?
Making his scent obvious to you like he was an option that had been eating around all along, his touch was reverent and his gaze never strayed one time, this was meticulous and planned.
Mark wasn’t a dumb man, your rut suppressants he said he should start being the one to give you instead of a maid at your estate since he was more ‘trustworthy’
Since it would give you a reason to not be able to skip work simply because you’d need to show up to receive your suppressants, well those suppressants were replaced by an identical placebo, no thanks to none other than mark.
He had been aligning your rut and winging you off the suppressants just in time for when he knew you had no meetings, all courtesy of his years of planning schedules daily for your late father but this was different.
“What are you doing mark?”
You knew it was different by the way he sniffed your neck and his tongue poked out from his lips to taste you, your scent gland was so strong, untouched and never weaker by the age that hadn’t found your firm body just yet.
You were going to be his alpha one way or another and this would just be a little eye opener, a nudge in the right direction if you would.
“I’m gonna help you out, I’ve been around long enough to know what you need”
“And what’s that?”
You asked out all breathless when his hand snaked down and his other slid away from your shoulder to spin you in your chair facing him, facing away from your office doors and towards your tinted city skyline view, he had pulled the chair closer when he got down on his knees before you and spread your thighs feeling the twitch of you in your designer slacks.
“What do all alphas need? An omega”
“Mark..”
His palm found its way against the knotted base of your cock, he was thrilled and you were needy, hips bucking up to the touch in a way you weren’t used to. This was all instinct, it was all primal the way your body wanted it. It felt like an itch in a specific part of your brain that he was scratching by being near you, you needed to be buried inside something and you would be, but he’d enjoy you first.
His veiny hands- not the Pinterest type of veiny hands that led to cliche tattooed arms. But the kind of cold hands with skin that had grown thinner under the pretense of age with veins that rolled if you tried to touch them.
“Sh-sh just let me do this pretty boy, I know it’s so hard for you to think so just don’t hm?”
His voice sounded so sweet that a part of you had fallen for it but the only conscious part of your brain that struggled to stay awake lead to you opening up your mouth only to be shot down all quick like a firm hand to the rear when you were a boy.
“Listen to your body baby, it knows what it wants”
“Hng”
Your voice rung out pathetically for an alpha, thankfully for you though this office was sound proofed, it had to be. God only knows your father had his mistresses, a trade secret mark always knew of course.
You always wondered how it was Mark spent all these years by your dad only to know more about you than he cared to learn about him..but you’re just a dumb ol alpha, can’t hardly think with anything more than your leaking tip.
Which his hand was in your slacks and down in your boxers fishing around for while the other hand softly- tenderly stroked your inner thigh. Your eyes rolled and you couldn’t even help it, you could’ve came there but instead you felt like crying when the touches stopped, but you still said your verdict with a failing sense of rationality that was on the losing team.
“We shouldn’t- Mark n-o-“
You let a guttural sound out when his hand found your waist guiding you up on your feet sitting you down on your own desk ruining the papers.
He was barely able to keep you from knocking over the already cooled stale coffee he had gotten you this morning from your favorite shop though it was more like a desert than a energizer in his eyes, he resigned that losing battle though.
Your pants were down around your hips as you sat there, your boxers damp when he pulled them down your thighs showing your dad weeping mess of a knot, it was better than he had ever imagined probably because it was real, ‘poor poor pup? Already inflated and needy’
That was the only coherent thought mark had when he seen it, you brought out a feeling in the older omega he thought was long gone, never once did he feel the urges to be mated, to have litters of pups- to feel a knot swell and lock up inside him like he did right now.
He hadn’t felt that sense of lust so harshly in decades not to say he hadn’t felt lust for you for the past six years but now it has bloomed because your flesh was hot in his palms and your scent was intoxicating, the smell of an alpha in rut was something so very unmistakable, after all the years only trained his nose like a blood hound.
Mark wasted no time getting his slacks down, he didn’t take his loafers off, he wouldn’t need to in this position, before you knew it he was in your lap, ass up to your groin and you were laying down on your back on your own desk whimpering like the needy thing you were.
Mark was on cloud nine, he felt slick- actual slick coming from his hole, had to be destiny and fate telling him that you were his alpha, he never made slick during the one night stands he’s had- no it was all lube and condoms, lust but never passionate need like right now.
“Don’t- plea- oh god”
Your voice drowned out and it fizzled into nothing, your cock was knotting the air, your rut hit you in full swing you had came up against his ass crack before you got to feel his insides.
Your hands reached up to his hips like a filthy little plea as you leaps the humping up against his ass all needy but mark was nothing less than irritated.
“Do you know how many pups you just wasted? You couldn’t even do it properly and implant them in me..”
He sounded almost hurt? Was he trying to baby trap you- his hand reached back behind him guiding the slickened cock up and pressing to his pucker, like he was giving a sloppy kiss shared between your sex and his ass, he sunk down on it an shuddered above you, you rutted your hips upwards crying, literally almost in tears
He had to bite his bottom lip to force away the pain he felt when he pushed his ass down further to take your knot, to force it inside past his red tinted rim, his insides were on fire and you’d believe it with how hot it felt on your cock.
Your nails dug into his hips an his hand started working his own cock as you desperately fucked I’m into him, eyes welled up an rolled back as you arched your back up off the desk having your pecks straining in your suit when you grounded your hips into the soft globes of his ass- a hot Pitt was building inside your gut, mark knew it was happening
“Knot me- be a good boy come on- fucking do it”
He seemed frantic and you were timid in the moment, you had never seen mark act this way but you just bit your tongue to keep from letting out a sting of whiny moans that would match his feral grunts, he was bouncing in your lap leaving your abdomen all red from friction and
“Please-“
You begged though you didn’t know what you were begging for when you knotted him, his hand kept working his cock as he sat up on your inflated knot unable to move as rope- spurts of hot cum locked into his male-womb. His fist was rapid and he kept the pace up painfully fast an slick on his mushroom tipped cock before he came all over himself, staining his button up.
Then after that he tilted his head to the side like a sweet offering that you were so hazy and needy to accept leaning up while he was all good and knotted just to sniff the faint smelling scent gland and snarl, baring your teeth down into it, taking a nice bite into the flesh fully marking him as you stared out the window of your office all shot and feral.
Poor you, weren’t even able to look the man in the eyes without going red as a tomato for the past few days, how would you even react if you knew he had your pups growing inside his belly? Would you get all flustered or whine, you must be potent to be able to knock him up first try..
It was like a dream come true for him and a fever dream for you, you being forced to settle down, to marry to have a family but deep down you weren’t unhappy just unprepared- unprepared for the way he pounced on you each night like he was a omega in his first heat.
He was gonna milk you now that you were his alpha, you were just gonna give him so-so many litters!
(Summer nights) pervy loser step dad x dom bottom male reader~! ૮꒰｡•́︿•̀｡ ྀི꒱ა
WC:. 1.8K
Tags: older man/younger man, reader is in his mid twenties!, older sub, pwlp, top character x bottom reader, anal sex, handjobs, spit for lube, anal creampies, loser step dad, lonely step dad, riding, slight reverse cow girl?, reader being home from college <33
A/N: this as’ jus M’ personal ideas of a’ pervy step dad, since not all loser pervs are lil timid things 𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯
Tension was in the air, it had been for the past week of you being home from college. It wasn’t the fact that you didn’t like your step dad- his name was John and he was a burley man that mostly kept to himself, he was always kind and fair towards you. It was just the little things that had off set you.
The way his eyes lingered, they always just stared even when you were doing yard work your mother had told you to do or rather you were just laying across your bed.
He was a older man, a year or so older than your mom but he was never a dad even though your mom married him when you were nineteen, I mean you were never near him that much.
By that time you had already left for college and your relationship with the man was just simmered down to idle chat when necessary or nods at family functions, and just like all the summers before you were back home and made to be around him.
He was doing what he always did on his Fridays, spending his time on the couch watching whatever football game or tv show he liked, your mother of course was working late- even when you were a teen she was a workaholic always leaving you to yourself- not that you minded, you always had your own life around you.
Your step father ‘John’ however did not. You’d swear if isolation was a man then it would be him because aside from a drink on occasion with one of his rare buddies he was always alone- always lonely.
So here you were, finally out of your room walking out of the kitchen having just got yourself something to drink in defense of the summer heat. Just like routine there he was, beer in hand- eyes glued to you..or rather your ass in those short boxer briefs you’d happily lounge around in with a tank top that you’d let your upper torso be splayed to the house.
“Where’s mom?”
“She’s still at work, has that project comin up Y’know”
His voice was gruff and solace, his beard leaving a muffled rasp to his voice, it was almost cute how pathetic he seemed, he was desperate it was clear by the bulge in his jeans. Such a shame it seems he isn’t getting enough attention.
“Yeah I remember her saying something about it”
You’d stride over and plop down onto the couch right next to him, just tilting your head letting your Adam’s apple bob, your hand snaking over towards his thigh. Fingers touching at the zipper but not tugging down just yet.
“What’re you doing, boy”
He nearly groans at the pressure beneath your thumbs, he doesn’t stop you- why would he when it’s like a wet dream to him, all those quiet nights of fisting his cock to a pair of your boxers while you were away..it was almost to much for him to bear.
“Just wanted to help, did you not want me to?”
He sat his beer aside when he feels your hand getting ready to pull away, his hand coming to your wrist quick to keep you from pulling away. His knuckles guiding you trying to get you to cup and caress the aching bulge of his cock, he needed this so bad he can’t even remember the last time anyone gave his manhood any attention.
“No, stay- don’t pull away”
It sounded weird hearing such a man like him plead but the newly heard tone was definitely welcomed. You obliged to his words and let your hand persist, undoing his jeans and slipping your hand into his underwear letting your fingers fish around until his thick cock was pressed to your palm.
He was big- very big, probably the biggest cock you’ve seen before. The flesh was tender and warm, you could already feel the pulse of veins. You could see the slight curve to him and the eagerness that it had, you knew it would feel good fucking into you.
“Right there, yeah that’s good”
“You seem to really like that- oh you’re leaking so much from just a little contact”
You lean into his ear and start cooing, his sick perversion for you was obvious in the way his body shuddered under your touch and the way his pudgy tip left sticky stains in his boxers. The pearly bead of pre cum being absorbed by the fabric of his briefs when you begin to stroke his cock, only further bringing it to a stiff stand.
John’s grip on your wrist falters and his hips buck upwards trying to fuck your palm, his eyes staring at your pecks- the thought of what his tip would look like nuzzled between them slip into his mind like a sudden flash.
His thoughts are cut off when the back of your fist touches his graying pubes, your grip firm all the way down to the base of his shaft making the foreskin pull back to reveal his dampened slit.
His balls started drawing up and his stomach caved in under his worn out T-shirt, he was about to orgasm. Your hand continued moving in rhythm faster taking his gurgled groans as motivation. Your lips press to the side of his neck kissing over it in all the right spots letting your lips graze over the stubble.
If John felt any guilt for this then it was all washed away when his orgasm came crashing over him hard, thighs spread using his other hand to grip the armrest of the couch.
You were hard in your boxers feeling a familiar ache when you consume the sight of him coming all over himself, hot spurts shooting like weak jets up onto his shirt promising to leave stains, now it was your turn to get off.
“You’re quite big, but I’m sure I can take it. I’ve prepped myself plenty of times”
“Fuck-“
His hands grip your hips when you turn with your back facing him, tugging down your boxers leaving him no time to properly come down from his high- I mean he wasn’t as young as he once was, he needed a second and you didn’t bother to give it.
Your hand slipping down to the waistband of your boxers and tugging them down your thighs, straddling his lap with your ass bare for him to take in, finally seeing and enjoying the sight he’d spend his time imagining the looks of.
“You’re so fucking beautiful”
His thumbs greedily grip at your ass cheeks spreading them looking at the precious pucker hidden away. His mouth practically salivated at the chance to taste you, but you didn’t let him taste you yet. You wanted to get his cock buried as deep as you could inside yourself. Your insides ached for the feeling of a tip poking your prostate with harsh jabs.
“I know you wanna fuck me John, seen all the times you’ve stared at me like something for you to devour”
“Can’t help it, you’re perfect an you’re such a pretty lil thing I just wanna sink my teeth into ya and never let go”
John’s breath was hot against your neck, you could smell the cheap beer, the way you spit on your fingers to wet your hole like a cunt. His cock smushed between your cheeks sliding back and forth using some of his sperm leftover on his foreskin to mix with the self made lube between your cheeks.
Your cock pressed to your stomach against the tank top you wore. Your cock is was firm and your knees are grounded into the cushions of the couch straddling his lap forgetting the taboo nature of it all. Letting the fact of who he was become an afterthought covered by your own desire.
The soft head of his dick pushes to your hole, spreading your inner walls making you arch and hiss, sinking down on the length and sitting, your body adjusting to it with ease giving his cock the attention it craves as you start bouncing in his lap, his hands gripping your hips like a life line while he slouches in the couch feeling his half tugged down jeans rubbing against the back of your thighs, the denim making red marks on your skin.
“Fuck you feel so good- better than her”
Those words of encouragement keeping you going at a harsh pace rocking your hips back and forth giving him a show with how your cheeks press to his hairy groin, the sound of skin on skin filling the living area.
Adrenaline pumping knowing your mom would be home within the hour, your cock starts to bob between your legs. Slapping against your abdomen while you throw your head back in pleasure moaning when he touches your sweet spot.
Your hand reaches down starting to stroke your cock in time with the drops of your hips, lifting yourself up and down on his cock like a pornstar. His second orgasm was approaching, he twitched inside you and his grip weakened almost milked and drained dry trying to keep up with your insatiable tastes.
“I’m gonna-“
“Inside me. Finish in me, wanna take your load”
You bite your bottom lip and sink down onto his cock one last time feeling his veins pulse, beginning to unload himself inside your hot tavern, your stomach begins feeling warm and your shoulders tense up taking the load while you begin to lift yourself slowly while stroking your cock getting the last remnants of come out of him.
His hips stutter becoming hypersensitive from the continued contact to his sensitive manhood, he instinctively thrusts into you from under you, holding your hips in a way making you hit your peak.
Being pushed over the edge with your breaths becoming labored and strangled. Thin clear liquid like spurts shoot from your tip, landing on your thighs and his pants, a little bit of your come making a mess on the couch cushions.
“Don’t wanna pull out of you yet.”
“We have to, otherwise mom will see us”
You pull off of his cock, practically feeling his frown on his face from behind you. His hands didn’t want to leave your hips but they hesitantly did. His eyes watch you pick up your boxers standing full of his load in nothing but your stained tank top.
“I really enjoyed that- didn’t know you were so good John”
That’s the only thing you say to him before you walk off leaving him to fix himself before his wife gets back home, you two both knew this was only the beginning of some fucked up affair and he was only smitten, only happy to know you’d let him start fucking you.
Hoi( ˘ ³˘)♥︎, wanna ask if yer can do a drabble for just ghost and könig with a male reader??? Yk, male reader bein their sweet house husband and cute lil slut??
I wanna read it so badly 👀
König a Ghost x male house husband reader Drabbles~! ૮꒰ ྀི,,>﹏<,, ྀི꒱ა
They obsess over comin home from deployment N’ seein ya goin about yer life in their shared home, tha domestic feel of you in tha kitchen wearin a’h frilly apron they got ya has em nearly in bliss at tha sight- an S’ even better if ya have dinner made on tha nights they make it back, König feels nothin but adoration for ya, but Simon S’ ready at’ peel yer clothes off ya and devour ya right then an there.
Tha cuddle sesh at tha end of tha day is immaculate- you’re either in tha middle or layin on top of yer two husbands, comfortably suffocated by tha smell of their colognes N’ bein squished between their big muscl’y bodies while their hands rest all over ya- König havin a respectful hand on yer hip while Simon full on grabs A’ handful of yer asscheek like its A’ possession that he can’t let go of.
Days are spent jus cleaning together or watchin tv shows ya make them watch, sittin silently in ghosts lap or König’s while ya point an whine T’ them about a’ show they couldn’t care less about but ya like it so they manage it all for you. By night time Simon may watch from tha dining room while ya make somethin sweet after dinner- König offers T’ help ya but you insist on doin it yerself- havin grown accustomed T’ doin stuff yerself while they’re deployed
NSFW ୨ৎ
By tha end of tha first night with them back, you’re bent over tha counter, Simon rammin himself between yer shaky legs- gruntin out “fuck- ya got tighter while we’re gone haven’t ya luv” König in your ear kissin at your neck an rubbin ya- nurturin your body from tha harsh fuckin it was takin. Your walls are all gummy like N’ barely able T’ hold tha cum he’s pumpin inside you- your apron stays on tha whole time.
König S’ patien, waitin til ghost S’ done with ya til he can break ya in- his cock S’ an inch bigger than Simon’s. He’s more gentle but still fucks ya silly with his hands on yer hips. Leanin over top of ya pantin like a dog N’ heat with His mad off showing himself T’ his husbands. If he fells like it or if he feels confident enough he may put his hand around yer neck if ya plead with him a lil bit. You’ll def have a tummy bulge with him.
When they take turns with ya they’ll have a sloppy make out sesh while Simons cock S’ bulgin in yer throat, drool mixed on their chins makes Its way down onto ya- a sloppy mess you’ll have T’ clean off tha counters by tha end of tha night. Sex S’ somethin shared between all three of ya, not jus you a Simon or you N’ König S’ a shared intimacy.
A/N: i’know S’ been a’h while! But happy holidays ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა
Jus thinkin joining a’h frat, you’re in the closet- you thought no one knew but your roomie S’ this big bulky jock- horrible odor an can’t even keep his half of tha room clean. He’s runnin off of monsters an’ protein powder by now but all you cared bout was bein hazed, major- weird stuff too! How’s sucking on your clit “just a joke”- an how’s havin your panties came all over like he was some sorta dog marking a fire hydrant not creepy?
Jus thinkin bout being blackmailed into bein the guys buddy, givin sloppy head to him before big games, he’d watch in awe calling you a’h “cockslut” for swallowing his cum up when he hadn’t asked you too, but he was gonna!- you gotta go to his games and sit around watchin him like A’h giving lap dog so he doesn’t out you to everyone, you’d sulk until it was all over and you could go back to your dorm an lay comfy…but not too comfy cause you never know with him..
Jus thinkin bout him stealing your work- copying off it like he don’t know shit- an in tha books he really didn’t..he was daddies money. His mama’s baby- done no wrong seen no wrong a you were his best friend! Well he thought you were- even when he was mounting you from behind rutting hard during finals seasons because that what bros are for right?
Jus thinkin bout him sneaking into your bed at night, hand over your mouth because it’s ’not that deep’ even though he’s so fucking deep- your cervix ached- not N’ the corny way but in the way they fuckin hurt so bad- and they were never meant to have something giving them firm nudges and your hips were never meant to be held down on your side so hard- but it was happenin and you were squirting for the first time in your life.
Jus thinkin bout him watchin ya, asleep or even at frat parties- eyes always never leavin you. He’d get ya all drunk an drag ya to some freshman’s bedroom an rail you standing- your hands would try an hold onto him only for your pussy to be all loose from the alcohol- he’d whisper filthy shit in your ear bout “don’t want any of the guys finding out this lil thing right? Then shut up pretty boy” while he’s rubbing your clit with his pelvic bone.
A/N I’ve normally don’t do Afab works but I’ve noticed some of my followers are under the trans spectrum and I thought I’d try writing this with my one of my fav dilf!
Tags: p N’ v sex, face riding, cervix play, edging, cunilingus, squirting, mentions of breeding, fingering <33
Toji is the kinda man that would be confused at first when he sees your cunt, he wouldn’t understand until you explain you were trans and then he’d go back to not giving a damn, because at heart this man is a man-whore without a care in the world of what your genitals are. During your first time with him he would have you on top at first, watching you gripping his shoulders and have you moving up and down on his cock with his pelvic bone smushing your clit while he talks you through it. He’d start murmuring things like “didn’t know how good you were pretty boy, did you ride all your exes like a slut too?”
Toji has a knack for degrading you while he fucks you, depending on how he’s fucking uou he might praise you, his favorite position is missionary despite how basic it it he likes having your legs up on his hips while he presses himself as deep as his cock can go making you squirm when he places one hand down on your lower stomach while his tip pushes your cervix making them all sensitive while he coats your insides in a thin coat of pre- come while promising to knock you up. “You wanna be a daddy? hm? Tell me now and I’ll have you knocked up by mornin’ doll”
Toji is a total feen for you, he will never admit it but he has an oral fixation and loves eating you out, but Toji is still a lazy man at heart and would rather you blow him any day of the week but even when it comes to oral he’ll have you doing all the work while whining and pouting bucking your hips on his face making your clit press against his lips, practically begging him to suck at it harder. “Ain’t you just a fuckin greedy boy, you’ll take what I give ya, brat” he’d huff and press sloppy half assed kisses against your slit making your petals all puffy and sensitive from the touch. Toji will grip your thighs and move his hand up to your cheeks giving them a harsh pinch and spank combo while he eats you out like a starved man.
When Toji starts prepping you if he even does it always leads to edging you for a while, his fingers scissoring your inner walls and opening them up while his thumb presses and holds your clit down with slow rubs making you try to close your thighs but he just uses his other hand and holds your thighs open before pulling his hand away from you when he feels your cunt clamp up around his fingers making him lick over his scar and pull his fingers back making you a whining mess. “You aren’t coming that soon pretty boy so don’t bother poutin and puffin those little cheeks”
Toji will have mornings when he wakes up all hard and needy just rolling on his side and rubbing his bulge between your thighs, he’d slip his sweatpants down and pull your shorts to the side just fucking your pretty cunt while you sleep, his cock just abusing your womb over and over never pulling out even when he orgasm he always makes sure to finish inside you. His hand reaches forwards and gropes your tits through your shirt while rolling his hips and kissing at your shoulder making you reach your peak, all of the stimulating having you moaning and squirting on yourself with your eyes fluttering open and closed making Toji whisper in your ear “jus go back to sleep baby boy”
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Divination (top Yan oc follower x godlike cult leader male reader~!) ୨୧
WC:. 1.8K
Tags: porn-no plot, dom sub relationship, obsessed follower, size king, small top x bigger sub, breeding kink, nipple play, cultic themes (fairly vague tho), bottom Amab male reader, godlike/divine being male reader, human top, anal sex, unprotected creampies, yandere themes <33
A/N: Soo this S’ a request sent in by @aetheriuslover an S’ somethin a lil different but I tried but I’know it’s all rushed ૮꒰ ˶Ó ˕ Ò˶ ꒱ა
Divination was a word used a lot when it came to you, the people- the followers seen you to be divine, you were and they knew that by the robes you wore and the feathers that played on your back.
You were a god to them, a savior, and a beacon of devotion to all that worshipped you. Some followers were more devoted than others and some devotees were more willing than some. One devotee in particular you knew was utterly yours for your cause.
His name was James, he was nothing but yours, he was a man of your faith and he adored you like no other. Sometimes to the point of questionable extents. He was in the top inner cirlcle- a council of high ups really. Like a cardinal to the religion that was named yours.
So here you were, just done with your ritual ceremony sitting on your knees wearing white silken robes styled like a Chiton wrapped around you having your head tilted. Wings on your back and the sides of your head keeping your eyes hidden only to be seen by those worthy.
The sound of the old door to your worship room opened, the day was nearly dusk and you could tell it was James just by the doting foot patterns he had when he made way towards you. Your wings move from your eyes finally exposing your e/c irises.
“You look as beautiful as you always have [name]”
“Thank you James— what brings you here so late?”
“Nothing- I simply wished to see you”
He sat down before you sitting oddly close, his hand resting on the smooth fabric that did little to cover your thighs, he was a smaller man- he wasn’t a small human though— in fact to most ladies he may have been big but compared to your nearly seven ft body his 6,1ft stature only kneeled in comparison and while his chest was muscular your was still bigger.
“Is that all? I think you wish for more”
Your voice rang through the room and he didn’t bother to deny your statement. James’s hand slid up further to your crotch he was in another world just daydreaming about you it seemed. His free hand finding your hip pulling you to him on the floor, this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in fact he’d argue that it happened fairly often. He felt like such a depraved man when he touched your pure skin.
“I do wish for more, will you give me more [name]?”
His face found its way into the chest of your robes just looking up at you in awe watching every twitch both sets of wings gave when his palm pressed firm to the bulge growing between your thighs.
“I will”
the answer was simple but it was a good enough reason for him to let his tongue from his mouth and let it start lapping at one of your peaks making the white fabric translucent on your body. His hands grip at you desperately making you feel his need- the air of lust was far from the purity that your followers searched for inside you and maybe it was a sort of sick pleasure to James to know he corrupted such a pretty thing.
“Thank you [name] so perfect- dove”
Your chiton started to be pulled and pushed up your body, you were being pushed up against him completely with your bare cock pressed between the two of you, his own robes growing constricted around his bulge. He wore the clothes of a follower and he bore them proudly. He stripped you down to nothing in his lap while making sure to be gentle around your wings.
As needy as he was he’d never risk hurting you, you knew that despite your size he’d treat you like a delicate little creature while he ruined you. A firm hand placed on your cock stroking it hard while his mouth bites and latches at your nipple leaving it all hard with your back arched in his lap, your hands gripping at his shoulders sitting like a perched bird in his lap.
His own bulge presses to your bare cheeks, you could feel the heat radiating off his manhood, your mouth watered at the thought of it filling you up. The touch that littered your body soon left for James to strip beneath you unable to tear his eyes away from you. His cock sprung forwards pressed up between your cheeks with the tip pressing a sticky substance to your crack.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I assure you I’ve survived many lovers”
You could feel the muscles under your fingernails clench up, clearly unhappy at your declaration, he wasn’t naive he knew with how long you’ve been on earth you probably had countless lovers or nights of pleasure in someone else’s arms but it still didn’t make him any less upset- god they probably didn’t worship your body the way it deserved.
“No matter how many lovers my grace has had in the past I promise they aren’t me”
“No they weren’t”
Fingers find their way to your cheeks spreading them and pulling them apart allowing his cock to budge against your puckered rim, the pain of being penetrated was never one felt like the average being, the pain was nonexistent so prep wasn’t needed for you to be enjoyably fucked, James had discovered that little quirk with his first night with you in your temple.
“Tell me you want me, tell me [name] let me know it’s my body you crave”
His words are exasperated and desperate and all he craves in the moment is to feel you need him as much as he knows he needs you. James’s words is muffled by your pecs his drool runs down your hard abdomen nearly getting on your cock- he always was a messy eater wasn’t he?
“I want you- I want you so bad James, I swear it”
You reach up to grab his chin but not pulling his lips fully off your skin, the pale wings around your face fluttered out of the way just staring at him so tenderly. He could’ve sworn this to be his eternal paradise. Soon the cock head presses to your rim and pushes, the first inch the hardest to spread the tight ring of your muscle but he was determined.
Inch after inch gets pushed inside you, halfway down onto his shaft and your prostate is already pressed up against- for a human he was undeniably big but his cock was still an inch smaller than your own. His skill made up for the lesser inch in ways you never thought possible. The feeling of skin contact fills up your senses, just accepting the nails that gripped your ass cheeks tight making a numb sting be felt on your flesh.
“You’re simply perfection, if only I could make so many perfect creations out of you- inside you”
Those words were lewd but they still held such a grasp over you. Your cock untouched between the two of you as you begin to lift your hips hissing to have to drop them back down on his cock- sinking the length inside you fully feeling like a virgin on top of him by the way your wings preen open like some avian creature preforming a mating dance.
“That’s it- you’re good James”
Those praises had him on cloud nine- the feeling of your warmth in his cock and your body in his lap had him a mess licking all over your pecks letting out labored groans using his full strength lifting your larger body up and down on his manhood. One of James hand moves from your ass cheek to reach at your chest squeezing it like he was attempting to milk you like a broodmare.
“Tell me how good I’m doing my dove, just tell it to me even if your words are silent”
A symphony of pleasure and body pressed contact held the room proving the state of lust shared between you two. Your walls got hotter and start to contract deep inside when his veiny tip presses your prostate head on nailing the bundle of nerves hidden in your deepest depths like a rose being uncovered from the garden.
“So good- mh- right there James- come on right there”
Your climax was soon approaching and it felt heavy in your gut, you urgently tried lifting yourself in time with his lifting. Spreading your insides for him oh so graciously getting impaled on his dick over and over until all that could be felt was a pleasant tingle in the tip of your cock and a few jolts inside your body that ached from the pleasure all of this brought you.
And god if the hand on your chest didn’t do much but only further help that pleasure. James’s lips rotating between each tender nipple doing his best to not neglect them while your fist balls up in his hair.
Before you reach your own high you feel a hot warmth inside you, his body stiffened he was orgasming hard, his hand dug small red marks into your ass cheek and chest when he started to buck his hips upwards into you from underneath doing his best to not let a drop of the seen spill out of you.
“It’s all yours [name], every bit of my essence is yours. wanna have all of myself inside your tummy”
“I wanna create life within you. I wanna plant something new something no other man has given before”
He was perverse. He was unashamed beneath you but you suppose that was a factor you had always loved about James. His cracked voice being enough to send you over the edge hitting your high hands free with your cock spurting ropes onto your abs leaving a line of your fluids mixed with his spit coating your skin.
Your cock jumped a little oozing the last bit of your come out of the flushed looking tip, the veins on the side of your shaft staring to soften coming down from the orgasm that hit you.
Your rim puckered up one last time getting the last bit of sperm from him before your wings jaggedly let themselves bend and tuck down on your back.
“Look at the mess you made us make”
He spoke letting his eyes break away to only see scattered white feathers you had shedded all around your worship space, the room was stuffy from the scents that burned and the smell of sex that came from you two.
“Let me clean this all up”
“You can straighten it all up later, just stay right here for a while longer”
“Yes of course [name] if you so wish of me to stay I will”
The words come out utterly smitten when he lets his grip of your body go, his fingers finding way to your hips just to rest there intimately. You slowly let your fingers go from his golden locks. Sitting in a calm silence with his body still conjoined inside of yours felt sweet, maybe even intimate beyond pleasure filled moments. You have been growing fond of this man haven’t you?
Hellu hellu!! Just wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE your works sm!! Also, so happy that you got your acc back!! I'm saving alllllll ur posts hehe, I started writing some stories on tumblr bc I was inspired by you!!
Aweee!! M’ soo honored, M’ gonna have to check out your future works <333
