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[stargirl-stabber]

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[mazzyowl]

Lone Wolf

Butcher!Werewolf!Ghost x gn!Reader

Summary: a lone wolf keeps sleeping on your porch late at night, so naturally, you go to a butcher shop to get meat for the poor thing.

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Stalking

Masterlist ->

Walking into the butcher shop felt a little strange for you. You usually don't get big quantities of meat, but the lone wolf that kept coming to your home during the night made you consider it. The wolf was bigger then any wolf you've ever seen around these woods, but way more sweet than the feral wolves that lurk around here. He kept coming around and sitting on your porch, like a lost dog. After a week of the wolf following the same routine, you found yourself leaving food out for it on the doorsteps of your porch, Watching through the peephole when it sniffs the small portions you left.

That leads you to now, standing in a butcher shop. You feel horrible not having enough food for the poor thing. You assume it got out casted out of its pack, or maybe it grew up a lone wolf. The thought makes your heart ache. The bell chimes above the door when you enter, ringing throughout the small quiet shop. No one was in here, not even a shop owner. You turn around, checking the open sign on the window, before turning back to the counter. You slightly jump in surprise at the sudden presence of the very large man who now stands behind the counter.

A balaclava covers his face, his eyes pierce through you with a intensity you can't place, a bloody knife is gripped tightly in his hand. You step closer to the counter that he's behind, offering a hesitant smile as you look up at his towering form "hello" you greet him, but he doesn't greet back, the knife tightens in his hand as he stares down at you. You awkwardly continue "could I get some of your meat scrabs? Ill pay however much" you realise how odd that sounded once it came out of your mouth.

"Its for my...dog" you chuckle nervously at the weight his heavy eyes. The silence was thick, you almost started to back peddle from your strange request, until the man finally spoke up "you wan' all of the scraps?" He asks, voice gruff and deep vibrating in his chest. "Uh- yes, if thats alright" you nod your head, before reaching inside your bag to pull out your wallet "don't worry about it" he says at the sight of you reaching for your wallet. He walks to the back of the shop before you could react.

Your shoulders drop unintentionally as he leaves. You felt pinned under his gaze the entire time he was in the room, glaring daggers into your body, like he felt offended by your mere presence. If only you knew how his legs almost gave out when he saw you standing in his store. And how hes currently telling himself to not be a little bitch in front of you, as he gathers the meat scraps for you. You look around the store, waiting for him to come back. You notice there's nothing on the walls, or really nothing anywhere at all.

The large man's footsteps bring your attention back to the counter. He places a big paper bag full of the scraps on the counter, glaring down at you once again. You stare back, gripping your bag strap tighter, pinned under his gaze "uh..." you reach into your bag once again for your wallet, but he shakes his head "i said don't worry about it" his tone seems annoyed and final. "Are you sure?" You ask. He nods his head "don't need em anyway" he grumbles, taking the bag and holding it out for you.

Your fingers brush his gloved hands, making him pull his hand back immediately after you've taken the paper bag. "Thank you" you thank him while you take a few steps back towards the door, making him nod his head in acknowledgement. You walk outside, the tension immediately lifts from your shoulders. He must've really not liked you, you look down at the bag as you walk to your truck, you smile at the thought of the kind blonde wolf who always seems to be around your cabin, worth it.

Simon lets out a long breath of relief as you exit the store, he nearly exploded while you were looking at him. He watches you through the window as you walk to your truck, blissfully unaware about how those scraps would just come right back to simon later that night. He sighs, he was taken so off guard by your presence that he didn't even try to have a normal conversation with you, he just locked up and stared at you. He rolls his eyes at himself. Fuckin' loser.

~♡~

Its dark by time you get home. The sun is fully set when you park your truck into the dirt driveway of your tucked away cabin. The woods surrounding you are dark, but you feel at ease when you step out with the paper bag in your hands. You feel a sense of pride from getting enough meat to feed the lone wolf. You set some of the meat outside on your porch, in hopes it would come back tonight to eat it. You smile at the thought of the wolf having a full belly for once. You trot happily into your home, walking towards the fridge to put the rest of the scraps into it. You hope this would be enough for awhile.

The clock read 11:27pm when you heard shuffling coming from your front porch. You peak up sleepily from over the couch and look towards your front door with a hopeful look. The shuffling grows louder. You bolt up and make your way towards the front door, pearing out the peephole. Only to see the wolf chowing down on the meat you left out. You smile in victory. You've never actually came in contact with the wolf, for safety reasons obviously, but something tells you he wouldn't hurt a fly. Suddenly, the wolves attention goes to the door your standing behind. Like it knew you were there.

Your smile drops without you realising it, feeling like the wolf can see you through the peephole. You continue to watch it, seeing how its gaze remains unbreaking from the front door. It begins to move slowly towards it. You hold your breath and wait, like it could hear you. The large wolf stops right in front of the door, staring up at the peephole. It starts to creep you out as it continues to stare. You take a step back from the door, taking a deep breath. Theres nothing to be afraid of, maybe it was just curious about the door. The sound of claws scratching at the door catches your attention, making you jump. Its soft, not feral like how you would think. Like it was politely asking to come inside.

You hesitate, wondering if you should ignore the scratching, or take a leap of fate and open the door. The possibility of being mauled is high, but the way the wolf was scratching at the wood right now made your heart ache. You sigh in defeat, knowing the decision has already been made. Cracking the door open, you peep outside at the wolf. Its head perks up at the sound of the door opening, its tail starts to slightly wag involuntarily at the sight of you. After a moment, you open the door further, testing the waters on if this wolf was going to hurt you or not.

But its tail wags faster when you open the door wider, getting excited to finally see you in the flesh. Simon tries to stop his tail from wagging to much, he hasn't recalled the last time his tail did that. "Hello puppy..." you greet softly, wondering if it would be a bad idea to put your hand out towards the large wolf for him to smell you. Its gaze is locked on you, tail wagging slightly, unmoving as it tracks your movements with intense eyes. You begin to wonder if stepping outside was a bad idea. Against your better judgment, you slowly stick your hand out for him to sniff. He does without hesitation.

After a moment, he offers a small lick to your hand, making you chuckle. "Would you like more meat?" You ask the wolf, as if he could answer. You take his blank stare as a yes. You spin on your feet and walk back into your home, making a beeline for your fridge where the scraps were. When you return, you find the wolf halfway through the front door, Looking hesitant but curious. You wait in silence, seeing if he would take another step and fully come inside. But he doesn't. He notices your presence in the kitchen doorway, hurriedly scurrying back out through the door and onto the porch.

You laugh softly at the wolf's nervousness, before following him out the door "here you go" you lay the rest of the scraps out for him to eat, reaching out to pat his head before you can remember how big and wild this wolf actually is. You stop mid motion, you don't want to push your luck further then you already have. You begin to retreat your hand, until the wolves eyes snap to your hand, making you freeze. You both are silent, you wonder if you officially messed up and is about to be his next scraps. Until he slowly reaches out his neck, letting the top of his head could touch your hand.

You stare at the sight, its like he doesn't know what to do or how to be pet properly. You smile at him, petting the top of his head gently. Before retreating. "Ill get more scraps for you later" you back up, staring back at the wolf who has his eyes locked on you. After making it inside the threshold of your cabin, you hesitantly close the door. Wishing you could buy it a very large doggy bed or maybe make it come inside with you. You sigh while you look out the peephole once again, seeing the wolf still standing next to the meat scraps. Maybe you'll buy it a big doggy bed for the porch.

~♡~

Simon's head is down in his hands as he sits on the edge of his bed. Hes been like that ever since he got back home from his little trip to receive those scraps of yours. All he could think about was your hand on him, and how you called him puppy. "Fuck" he grumbles out as he finally lifts his head, rubbing his eyes. He's so obsessed with you its pathetic. He needs to get a hobby, stat. Hes been watching you for weeks. He noticed you outside of your cabin while he was burning off some energy from staying in the butcher shop for to long, and ever since hes been hooked. Recently, he's gotten more bold.

adventuring onto your porch at night, trying to get any information on you he could find in the small space. But it seems you taken notice of his presence. You started to leave left over food for him on the top step. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he saw the plate full of scraps waiting for him. He doesn't need the scraps by any means, he usually ate human food. Now days, at least. But couldn't let your sweet offer go to waste now could he? he lets himself fall back into his bed, his arm covering his eyes. He is so fucked.

~♡~

The next time you walk into the butcher shop, you spot the same man as before immediately. His gaze snaps to yours "good morning" you say while you approach him, avoiding his piercing glare. And what you assume, or hope, is his natural look. Maybe he has a resting bitch face. "Mornin" he greets you, taking you by surprise. You smile up at him "do you have anymore scraps? My dog already ate them all" you could laugh at the word "dog" that large beast of a wolf couldn't be compared to a dog, no matter how many times you called it puppy.

Simon pauses, before nodding his head and returning to the back. You start to think you're getting deja vu when he returns, bag in hand. "Thank you once again" you thank him, before reaching to your wallet "but im paying this time!" You smile cheekily while you pull out your credit card. Only for him to huff a assumed breath "No you aren't" he simply says, his tone has a hint of amusement behind the mask. Looking up to meet his eyes, you blink in surprise, before shaking your head with a chuckle

"but I didn't pay last time. Let me pay this time" you reason, only to be met with a firm "No" the blunt answer makes you scoff, why won't he just let you pay? He tilts his head, his eyes squinting slightly, making you think hes smirking behind the mask. "Okay fine." you huff, grabbing the bag of meat in defeat "but im paying next time!" You say with determination with a pointed finger at him. You exit the shop with warm skin, unexpectedly getting flustered from the interaction with the man.

Simon's eyes trail after you through the window once again. Unable to take his eyes off of you while you get into your truck. He thinks back to all of your facial expressions in detail, how you smiled at him, and how you huffed with sutble attitude at his denial to let you pay. He smiles under the mask against his will, letting his head drop low to avoid looking at your truck again. Knowing with full shame that he will be back on your doorstep before midnight. yeah he definitely won't be getting over a sweet thing like you anytime soon.

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[mx-pastelwriting]

KINKTOBER DAY 28 | PRAISE

JOHN PRICE X GN! READER

WORDS: 624 SUMMARY: Knelt on the floor, grinding on John's boot, head swimming in the praises he showers you in while controlling the vibrator within you. WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Smut, Dry Humping, Boot Humping, Vibrator, Praising, Cursing

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Head rubbing, swirling along John's thick inner thigh, muscles tensing as you move closer towards the painful bulge outlined in his camo pants. Shifting on the couch, grinding against his green fabric belt, earning only a few clearings of his throat, eyes still trained on the TV.

Boot shifting between your legs, tilting up on his heel, feeling the tip press against you. Releasing a shaky breath as John pushes harder, making the vibrator in you travel further in. Hands flying to grip his right leg, fingers digging into his clothed calf, forehead falling onto the inner side of his thigh.

Lips tightly pressing together, muffling moans into hums, John's name bubbling up your throat. "Fuck, John, please," you beg, eyes fighting to stay open, looking down at the carpet floor.

"You've got it," he whispers, the TV nearly covering it, pressing his boot and the faint click of a button. Moans pouring from your lips, echoing within the space of your living room, vibrations no longer a purr but a hungry rumble. Head moving side-to-side, eyes rolling back as his boot pushes back and forth, barely hearing the words spoken from above.

"That's it, let me hear you," he moans, hand reaching, petting the top of your head. Peering up with a heavy head, meeting John's stare, swearing in the haze flooding your mind, knowing a smirk hides under his thick mustache.

Watching his head tilt to the side, eyes traveling down your body, stopping between your legs. Shivering under his watchful gaze, shyness blooming within your chest, even after years of marriage, still, your cheeks flush red at the attention he gives you.

Grinding your hips against the tip of his boot, moving the vibrator in more and more as they become firmer. Earning a deep hum from John, "Good, just like that," he praises, using his other hand to palm his hard bulge, sighing, shifting his hips closer to you.

"You look fucking amazing like that on your knees," he mumbles, looking over your body, humming a deep moan.

Removing his hand from your head, taking hold of the small remote, pressing another button, sending you forward. Pressing against his hard boot, face inches away from his squeezing fingers, pulling at the outline of his hard cock.

Mouth hanging agape, gasps fight with moans to escape, singing sweetly to John and his throbbing cock. Watching as it twitches between his fingers, wanting nothing more to be in you, to feel the soft, wet tissue of your insides. Resting your head atop his thigh, an inch away from his cock, pressing your lips against the head of his clothed cock.

"Fuck, you're so fucking good." He moans as you moan, vibrating through the layers of fabric, reaching his cock, sending the man's head back, lips pressing together before opening, releasing a shaky groan.

Pressing the remote once more, turning your mind into mush. Moans unfiltered, lips no longer pressing onto his trapped length, grinding against his boot. Weakly finding a rhythm that builds your climax, hips jumping away, that is the jolt of overstimulation, desperately finding your way around it. Whimpering in John's lap, eyes fighting to stay open, staring with foggy vision at his thick fingers shifting his cock side-to-side.

Focusing, biting your bottom lip, keeping somewhat of a rhythm, building the warmth of a climax. Crashing against John's legs, face digging into his thigh, hearing his purring praise only as deep muffles.

"That's it, cum on my boot," he purrs, hand petting your head once again, fingernails scratching your prickling scalp. Toes moving, allowing the boot's tip to thrust against you, riding out your orgasm. Catching your breath, knees aching alongside the warmth and comfort given to you by John.

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[mx-pastelwriting]

KINKTOBER DAY 24 | OBEDIENCE TRAINING

BROTHER DAY X GN! READER

WORDS: 1.1K SUMMARY: Naked knelling in front of Brother Day, awaiting for his next command instead of listening to your untamed urge to eat the man whole on the bed behind in front of you. WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Smut, Kneeling, Sub! Reader, Dom! Brother Day, Blow Job, Throat Fucking, Gagging, Chocking, Cumming in Mouth, Swallowing

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Kneeling patiently, warm tile kissing the bare surface of your legs and knees, watching the bare back of your emperor, Brother Day. Hands planting flatly spread atop your thighs, studying the toned, stoic man denying his order to look forward.

Eyes flickering away as he turns, walking to stand in front of you, legs clothed in loose fabric fill your vision, knowing in the uncontrolled palace of your mind, the hem of his pants barely hangs from his hips.

"Tame yourself," he speaks, voice calm, deep, rattling down your spine. "Close your eyes and breathe," he guides. Following his smooth words, eyes fluttering close, inhaling a shaky breath.

"Good, take another for me," he says, taking one more breath, lungs no longer noticeably shaking.

Rewarded with his hand cupping your cheek, eyes waking to the sight of your emperor smiling before it fades. Face blankly peering down at you, watching your face closely for another thought that might make its home in your mind. Forcing down any that creep into the folds of your mind, burning the memories of how your nails dug into his back the previous night, still feeling the traces of his lips and teeth that drew up the skin of your neck.

"Perfect," he says, hearing the simple click of a button before your nerves slip, shaking from the device he planted within you.

Swallowing the moans that bubble up your throat, eyes twitching, wanting so desperately to close, to ride out the euphoric feeling. Still watching your face, peering up, focusing on not cracking in the commanding ocean of his eyes.

"Stare ahead," he orders, following them as he moves away.

Hearing him sit upon a chair next to you, pages of a book echoing through the open room. Feeling his hand rest atop your head, following down to the skin of your neck, tracing soft lines with his fingers.

"If you behave today, I'll let you cum." His voice sounds behind you, still just as deep, but more than spine-rattling.

Inhaling deep breaths, grounding yourself in the items that decorate the emperor's room. Bookshelves, windows, and many trinkets are only some of the things you take notice of in the line of vision before your attention focuses on the bed. His bed.

Pushing down every memory of how he held you, the soft sheets fitted to his bed, a luxury only given on days you had behaved. Lungs becoming shaky, trying to focus on another object, but quickly his thumb finds your pulse. Hearing his tongue smacking against his top teeth, blood turning cold at the sound of his book closing, he throws to the side while getting up from the plush chair.

Walking, standing before you once again, barely hearing the click sending your body over, losing all concentration. Moans escaping your lips, eyes rolling over, fighting to stare ahead. Feeding off the small sense of hope, he'll allow you to cum even as the flood of moans sings from your lips.

Fingertips plant under your chin, leading you to look up, seeing through a thickening haze the disappointment in his eyes. Lips pressing together, quieting your moans to an unsteady hum, eyes still struggling to focus as your insides become overstimulated. Body curling under his gaze, watching, hoping for any crack of leniency, but none appears.

Eyes flickering past the emperor, laying your sights on the silk sheets of his bed as desperation corrupts your mind. Following your eyes, hearing the chuckle that leaves his lips, knowing without looking the size of his smile as he realizes. As his laugh dies down, a sigh sounds from above before the boom of his voice.

"Follow," he commands, walking towards the bed. Sitting at its edge, peering down, watching you crawl on all fours. Keeping your eyes on the emperor, seeing his hand reach down, palming his hard cock from the outside of his clothes.

"You failed today," he states, voice loud and clear. Sitting atop your heels, kneeling, digging into the tiles again, staring forward at his legs.

"But you still have a responsibility to me," he goes on, hips shifting on the bed, hand reaching under the hem of his own pants. Freeing his cock, hearing the skin being stroked by his hand, causing your atoms to quiver.

Holding up his cock, looking down at your shivering body, reaching out to you with his free hand. Looking up, taking the emperor's offer, following his lead, up to his thighs, eye-to-eye with his cock. Held by his hand, tilting its length towards you, head lightly touching your lips.

"Don't use your hands," he orders, voice much softer.

Pressing, allowing your lips to wrap around his cock, earning a quiet breath from above. Hands unmoving from their place atop your thighs, twitching with an urge to cup his balls, wanting the song of moans that comes along with it.

Eyes looking up, study the emperor's twisting face, closed eyes, furrowed brows, mouth melting open as more moans echo through the room. Hand cupping the side of your face, slowly moving down his length, sucking firmly when coming back up. Gradually becoming bobbing fast, testing the powerful man's edge, wanting for him to tell you to slow.

Bottom lip touching the skin of his sack with each gagging bob, spit dripping down the sides of his cock, sloppy sounds of sucking fighting over his moans. The mix of a mess reaches down the hall, inviting whatever worker stood down it to the training of your body.

Swiveling your head, lips growing tighter around his length, allowing yourself to choke, to gag on the head of his cock. Tears rimming the edge of your eyes, all worth it for the howls that escape the emperor's lips.

Hand releasing your face as he falls back, landing on the bed, thrusting his cock further down your throat. Hips thrusting up, fucking the soft tissue of your throat, choking on breath as his hips buckle, giving one last thrust.

Body trembling under your lips, gushes of warm cum fill the back of your throat. Coughing up what you could, letting it build within your cheeks.

"Swallow, please," he begs between moans that threaten to be his last breath. Following your emperor's weak plea, swallowing the taste of cum, drawing out your final journey along his length.

Sitting back, ass touching your knees once again, looking upon your work. Brother Day laid back, catching deep breaths as his cock softened to the side. Spit glossy in the light of his room, dripping down his balls, soaking into the bedsheets that your mind still burns to lie upon with his head dug between your legs, letting you cum.

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KINKTOBER TAGLIST: @my-green-earth @lovecoatedwords

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[mx-pastelwriting]

KINKTOBER DAY 17 | BONDAGE

ELIJAH MIKAELSON X GN! READER

WORDS: 672 SUMMARY: On your knees, arms tied behind you back, basking in Elijah's soothing words. WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Smut, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Hand, Arms, and Legs Tied, Vibrating Sex Toy, Sex Toy

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Lying on the plush mattress, naked, arms firmly bound to your body with red rope, not tightened enough to leave lasting marks, only enough to make you feel held. Warm hands caressing a trail where a new strand of red rope follows, slowly binding your legs together.

Sitting on the left edge of your shared bed, Elijah dressed in a dark button-up, having shed his suit jacket long ago. Black pants stretched, sitting on the bed, belt constricting the boner tucked against his waistband.

Twisting, tying a knot at the start of your thighs, the fabric of his dress shirt touches your feet as he leans down. Kissing up your legs, taking his time with your thighs, muscles relaxing at the touch of Elijah's soft lips. Head lying on his pillow, inhaling the faint scent of aftershave and the comforting smell of his shampoo.

Body relaxing, allowing him to continue, gradually wrapping, twisting, tying your thighs together before connecting them to the rope behind your back.

Lips meeting your skin once again, kissing the skin between the red rope, trailing up your thighs, stomach, nipple, then lips. Kissing your lips, pulling up your body, allowing you to kneel on the bed. Purposely tying the rope to leave your knees open, breaking the kiss once upright.

"Is everything comfortable?" he asks, facing you, eyes gazing into yours, using every bit of seriousness in the question. Nodding, feeling held in the bonds of rope.

"Use your words," he orders, hands still holding your sides, wanting to be sure before letting go.

"Yes," you respond.

"Okay," he whispers, slowly pulling his hands away, watching your body, ensuring balance. Standing on your knees, rope holding you together, making you feel whole in the presence of your dear Elijah.

Walking out of your view, opening his nightstand, reaching, moving around multiple items before closing the drawer. Dress shoes hitting the floor, sending warmth rushing through your body. Standing in front of you, holding up two items you're all too familiar with, a vibrator and lube.

"May I use these on you?" he asks, looking into your eyes once again.

"Yes," you respond, earning a smile from him. Watching as he opens the lube bottle, squeezing a line along the vibrator's length.

Moving the device with one hand off to the side as the other cups your cheek, leaning in, kissing your lips. Thumb caressing your cheek, eyes closed to the movement of his hand, only feeling the touch of the toy.

Gliding the lubed side over your hole, turning the vibrator around, covering every side of its surface. Deepening the kiss as he slowly pushes its length into you, waiting for any sign of discomfort you may display. Only moaning between kisses, wanting to call out for Elijah, needing to speak his name in the overcast of arousal.

Lips moving away from yours, trailing down cheek to jaw, kisses drawing along it, down the thin skin of your neck. Sharp teeth sinking into your flesh as Elijah turns on the vibrator, a gasp escapes your throat, pain and pleasure fighting to fix within your body.

Tempted to bite your lips, stopping as it would only draw more blood in a violent manner, as Elijah slowly drinks from your neck. Leaving the device, allowing it to do its job.

Little by little, as if taking sips, savoring the taste of adrenaline swimming in your blood. Moans echoing in his ear, testing the vampire's patience, taming his burning desire. Knowing Elijah's patience hadn't been something he picked up all too well, never throwing a tantrum but slowly moved to get what he wanted.

Feeling Elijah's hand back between your legs, pressing the vibrator's button, turning up the level. Head tilting, resting atop his, amplifying your moans. Speeding up the night's pace, wanting you more than just on your knees moaning, whimper into his ear until you cum. Wanting nothing more than for you to cum wrapped around his raging cock that presses against your chest, begging to be released.

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Kinktober Day Eight: Primal Play with Klaus Mikaelson

Word Count: 4348

Summary: Teasing Klaus in an attempt to get his attention off his painting brings out his instincts to have you as the wolf inside him wishes.

Warnings: Primal Play, Chasing(basically sexy hidenseek), Blood Kink, Blood Sharing, Scent Kink, Unprotected PnV, Creampie, Clothed PnV, Teasing, Established Relationship, Some f!Masturbation, Some Cockwarming, Using Kol to Manipulate Klaus(Daniel Sharman!Kol bc he’s the best), One Mention of a Sex Toy, Nicknames(love, sweetheart.)

I’m obsessed with this one🫣 Photos edited together by me

[masterlist] [Kinktober ‘25]

The first time Klaus ever caught onto your scent he nearly tripped over his own feet. The wind had picked it up and carried it to him like the moment was ordained by nature herself. Even before you two officially started dating, he would catch himself discreetly inhaling your scent any time he was near you. He couldn't control it now that you were his especially on days like this when you would get all needy and desperate. As soon as you walked into his studio he could tell what you were up to, the smell of your arousal finding his nostrils within seconds of your arrival. You were ovulating, and you knew he could smell it on you, giving you the assumption that getting him to focus on you would be relatively easy. Even if he wasn't blessed with the enhanced senses of a hybrid, he would have been able to tell. You were prancing around the compound in his favorite of your dresses, one that fit your body perfectly and let the smell of you waft his way every time it moved.

“Klaus?” You practically sang in a sweet voice, checking on his painting by leaning into his side much more than necessary, letting him get a whiff of your freshly washed hair as he pressed a too soft kiss onto your cheek. 

“Yes Love?” He kept his voice steady and disinterested, feigning a distracted look at his almost completed painting. 

“Are you almost done?” You asked with a steady voice, trying to keep your composure despite wanting the man in front of you to take you right on the table. 

“Not quite.” Klaus hummed and looked at you for only a second, training his eyes on your face in spite of your clear attempts to show off your cleavage. You whined, begging for his attention with your eyes that he so clearly kept avoiding. Instead of getting bitter right away you back off, flopping on the love seat with a perfect view of his painting, a view that was designated just for you. You let your eyes wander his frame, his fingers that were marked with paint conjuring images in your head of your skin smeared with those same colors. His shoulders were squared, eyes focused entirely on his painting that, to you, looked to be done. Or at least good enough for now. Your mouth watered at the flex of his hand and forearm as he left behind delicate brush strokes, the dampness of your underwear only getting worse with each second your eyes stayed on him. 

You loved it when he let you watch him work. Watching his concentrated face and perfect posture as he built worlds on canvas was one of your favorite pastimes despite your current impatience. Klaus felt your eyes digging into every part of him they could see, undressing him in your mind and tempting him to give in to your desires. Instead a smirk grew on his face while he prepared to draw this out as long as possible, “Do you think it’s coming along nicely?” He asked, knowing full well you were not giving the art even a second glance. 

“Hm?” Klaus laughed, turning around just in time to catch your eyes darting from him to his canvas, “I mean it looks really good Klaus, one of your best.”

“You know, if you do not care for my art I don’t think you should be allowed in my studio any longer.” He stated it so matter of factly that for a second you were genuinely offended, a frown quickly creasing your brow at his tease. 

“I do care about your art,” You huffed, rolling your eyes and watching as he turned right back to his canvas, “I just wish you would care more about me than that painting.” You dared to grumble under your breath, knowing he would hear you, and knowing he would not like it. Klaus’ movements stilled, his brush tip now still against the canvas while only his head turned slightly in your direction. 

“What was that?” His voice was darker and more demanding, sending shivers down your spine as you looked up at him with awe.

“Hm? Nothing.” You said with an almost innocent smile, quickly tugging your knees into your chest and stifling a laugh with your lip between your teeth. 

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” He states simply before continuing the stroke of his brush exactly where he left off.

“Maybe you could paint me one of these days?” Klaus hears your voice slip into an even more provocative tone, but his eyes remain glued to his painting much to your dismay.

“I already have Love, many times actually.” Klaus smiled at the fond memories of the first time he had, you huffing, sitting in a chair older than your great grandparents and asking how much longer every ten minutes while he had worked on the portrait of you that now proudly hangs in the main hall of the Mikaelson compound, with the rest of his family.

“I meant in a different way,” You sigh, working your fingers up the skirt of your dress slow enough that you knew he could hear what you were doing, “A painting for your bedroom perhaps?”

“I have many drawings of the like, I draw you from memory often, don’t know if I need a painting too Sweetheart.” Klaus blatantly ignored your attempts again, however, this time with a shrug of his shoulders in a very non-Klaus manner, hinting to you that no matter what game you’re playing today, he was definitely getting that painting. You groaned loudly, the warmth in your abdomen spreading at the thought of Klaus having intimate drawings of you stashed away somewhere in here. 

“You’re being mean Klaus.” You pout at him, rubbing yourself over your underwear and sending a fresh wave of warmth through your body.

“You like it when I’m mean.” You moan at his words, letting your fingers slip past the side of your panties immediately soaking your fingers and sending the smell of your need wafting through the air. Klaus’ hands stilled, gripping his brush so tight his knuckles started to turn white as his cock hardened against his zipper. A growl rumbled low in his chest and his eyes flashed golden, veins running down his cheeks like tears before he squeezed them shut for a split second and went right back to working on his painting.

“Are you really not gonna help me Klaus?” You whined louder now, unashamed of the countless  enhanced ears that could be listening in, only caring about one thing, getting Klaus to fuck you. Your back arched off the cushion as you teased your entrance with two fingers, hissing dramatically and watching Klaus for any reaction. 

“If you finger yourself on my couch this will go on for twice as long.” His voice rumbled slightly, still carrying a bit of the growl his wolf wanted to let out in protest of him denying you. Your fingers stilled instantly and your brows furrowed in frustration, tugging your underwear back in place with a huff of annoyance as you glared daggers at the back of Klaus’ head.

“If you won’t touch me and I can’t touch myself what am I supposed to do, huh?” You asked, the bratty tone in your voice increasing with each word, “Because I know you would lose your mind if I used a toy alone and there would be murder involved if I went out-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Klaus stated, his tone remaining even and emotionless somehow more unnerving than if he had sounded angry. Your eyes narrowed at the back of his head, an idea quickly taking shape as you hopped up off the couch with a smile Klaus didn’t see.

A discreet smirk tugged at his lips while he tossed his paintbrush aside to grab a rag and wipe his hands clean of residual paint, he stayed turned away from you fearing the sight of that dress from the back would crush his resolve but his ears perked up at the sound of your soft sighs while you exited his studio. Klaus loved to play his games, and as annoyed as you felt in the moment, he knew you loved them too. Which is the exact reason you quickly and confidently made your way down the steps to Kol, where he stood alone listening to music. He was still inside the body of the witch Kaleb, the height difference throwing you off for a second when you approached him. His music was loud enough that you knew Klaus wouldn’t be able to hear when you pushed onto your tippy toes to whisper in his ear. 

“Play along will you?” Kol’s shoulders shook with a laugh, glancing at you for a split second over his shoulder before turning his music up just a little bit more.

“Lover’s quarrel?” He asked simply, a smile spreading across his face, shooting a look upstairs to the door of Klaus’ studio. You knew it wouldn’t take long for Klaus to follow your scent and find you here, and you knew how furious he would be to see you in a compromising position with his brother. Especially when said brother is inside the body of a man who looks like he was shaped by the gods. 

“Not exactly, I just want to rile him up a bit.” You giggle, biting your lip at the thought of how Klaus would punish you for this. 

“God don’t tell me I’m being used in some kink thing,” Kol groans, turning to you and stepping far too close to be appropriate. Playing along as he whispers, “You’re lucky I owe him some payback, but if this comes back to haunt me I am blaming it all on you.”

There was no time to even respond before the sound of steps descending the staircase behind you alerted you to your boyfriend's presence. You could feel his annoyance even before he closed in behind you, the heat of his eyes rising up your back and across your neck as he started speaking to Kol in a growl. Despite knowing for sure that he was a pawn in your game to get his attention. 

“Leave Kol, or shall we test if your new body will be able to survive being shoved back into your coffin for a century or two?” You giggled at his hollow threat, the feeling of him literally breathing down your neck sending tingles directly to your core, heat spreading dangerously fast across your abdomen at his closeness. He caged you in, so close you could feel his deep inhale, bringing in the scent of your desperation for him while Kol quickly made himself scarce.

“Turn around Sweetheart.” His voice was calm, expertly masking his anger and his primal need for you. He could feel his emotions bubbling up inside him like a living thing, the wolf in his mind battling with its instinct to protect you and its anger at seeing you with another. You obeyed him, turning to him and making eye contact with the glowing golden eyes of your lover, the veins running down his cheeks for a split second giving away his desire for your blood, a desire to hunt you like his nature insisted. 

“Do you trust me?” His voice was quiet but deep, and desperate. 

“Always.” You breathed out, your heart pounded in your ears and you knew he could hear it pushing the rush of your blood he craved as he stepped closer to you. The look of pure need and desire he gave you sent chills down your spine, dampening your panties with a new wave of slick arousal making Klaus’ jaw clench as the scent of your own need for him hit him harder. He growled when he next spoke, a deep needy growl that proved just how much he wanted this.

“Then run.” He roughly shoved you away from him, not giving you even a second to adjust or think. 

“What?” You stuttered, stumbling backwards at the force of his push almost falling, practically panting with need while he crept closer to you. His eyes darkened, the look on his face animalistic and deep with need for something so much more than he could explain. He was imposing and should be terrifying, but as candlelight hit his face all you could think was that he was so very alluring. 

“I want you to run,” Each word came out slowly matching his slow, deliberate steps while he closed in on you, reaching a swift hand out to tug you against him by your throat. Pulling you so close his perfect lips ghosted against your own, “Run from me, try your hardest to get away and I may even let you,” You whimpered at his words, at his closeness, at the fact that he wouldn’t kiss you, and he smiled, a mean and cruel smile that broke when he spoke again, “Oh don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you want….eventually.” He shoved you back, harder this time, giving nothing but a small tilt of his head when you stumbled slightly. Excitement coursed through your body as he stared at you with narrowed eyes before you turned on your heels and took off. You quickly dashed around the corner first, knowing you would never make it up the stairs before he caught you unless you distracted him a little first.

You shoved open the first door you saw, stumbling into a library centuries older than you, not wasting any time to tug a pin out of your hair in order to use it to gently slice the skin of your finger. It drew just enough blood to leave behind a few drops of a trail before you pinched it, stopping the bleeding and hurrying out the door with a giddy smile. You left it open just enough that it would catch his attention before scurrying off, hiding just out of sight behind one of his many priceless statues. Your heart hammered and you felt your blood pumping as Klaus came into view down the hall, sauntering slowly and deliberately with the confidence of someone who thinks they're about to win.

“Really Love? Bleeding while being chased by a hybrid won’t help your prospects, I thought I taught you better than that.” He tsked in feigned disappointment. You bite your lip to suppress the need to moan at the sound of his voice as he closes in on your position, adrenaline and desire mingling in your core and stretching tight across your lower abdomen. 

The scent of your blood drew him in instantly, his heartbeat pulsing with need, his cock strained against his jeans. The haze of want clouded his better senses as he creaked the door open further, walking into the room and glancing around to find where you were hiding. “You did teach me better Nik,” Your voice behind him genuinely surprised him, he whipped around too slow, the door quickly slamming shut just as he used his speed to flash toward it. You ran as fast as you could, making it to the stairs just as the sound of the door being thrown open sent you into a fit of laughter, you could feel him behind you, closing in on you. He wasn't using his enhanced speed anymore, making it all the more fun to chase after you.

Once you made it to the landing you dared a glance behind you, still running in the direction of Klaus’ studio. Just as your head turned to look at him there was a woosh of air and he was gone from behind you, the door in front of you slammed shut making you gasp and turn to look at it, skidding to a stop just in time to avoid running straight into it. Another woosh sent air moving all around you, a gust of wind that pushed the skirt of your dress far too high. You couldn't see him but you heard his laughter when you desperately turned again, searching for him while trying to run away at the same time. He shot an arm out, wrapping it around you from behind and using it to effortlessly tug you into his chest with a growl. “That was a good idea, I'm impressed Love,” His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, awarding you for your near success with a barely there touch, “If I didn’t want you so much I can hardly breath I would let you go just to chase you some more. I can hear how fast your heart is beating,” As he spoke his free hand rubbed up your chest, taking a second to feel the pitter patter of your heart against his hand while at the same time his head dipped to inhale your scent with a growl, “I can taste how much you like this.” His hand trailed lower, leaving a scorching path behind as he tugged your dress up, wasting no time in cupping you and feeling the way your heart beat against his palm through your underwear, giving away the depths of your pleasure further. 

“Take me to your room,” You breathed, basically a whisper of a beg, “Please Nik.” His breath tickled your neck when he laughed at your desperation, you were already so sensitive that the small feeling sent a new wave of tingles throughout your body. You shivered at the feeling, pushing your body back into his with a whine. He groaned as you rubbed against him, his already hard cock hardened further, pulsing against his zipper and making his fangs push through and scrape against your exposed neck. With inhuman speed, he secured you and sped the short distance to his bedroom so quickly you were surprised even the original hybrid could move so fast. 

Before you could even put together a full thought on the matter his door was being slammed and you were tossed onto his king sized bed. Klaus crawled over you, slowly now as his eyes glowed golden and his veins popped out once more, in one quick motion he reached under your dress tugging at your lace underwear, ripping them open for him. Your hands shot up to his belt, working at the buckle with shaky hands, need coursing through your body now that you were finally in his bed again. Once his belt was worked off Klaus roughly grabbed both your wrists, shoving them above your head and securing them there in one hand while he hastily unzipped his jeans and shoved both them and his boxers down his thighs just enough to spring free with a sigh of relief.

When your eyes met again he was smiling at you, a predatory warning of a smile that told you he was not going to hold back this time. You asked for this, practically begged for it by plotting to throw yourself at his brother and now you were going to get all of it, every little thing you were begging for. He shot forward, growling and letting his fangs sink into your neck, you cried out a squeaky moan as he moaned and greedily drank from you. His mind rushed at the feeling of tasting you, it felt euphoric to get lost in the taste of you, the feeling of your esense slipping past his lips and into him, making you forever one, together forever for eternity.

You were so focused on the feeling of his mouth on your neck that when the tips of his calloused fingers met your wetness you jumped in shock at the sensation. He expertly circled his fingers against your clit, moaning freely into your neck, allowing some of your blood to drip past his lips and onto your perfect skin. You squirm under him, his hand tightening around your wrists as the other spreads your arousal through your folds, dipping lower with each circle until he finally slips two fingers into you only for a second, before pulling away from you completely. His hand, still slick with your arousal fell to his leaking tip, your eyes followed, blown with desire watching the way his motions mixed his precum with your juices. A hiss of appreciation leaving you both and mingling between your bodies in a display of your matching need.  

Klaus held you down by your wrists still, pushing himself up to look into your eyes as he lined himself up at your entrance. His lips glistened with your blood, his fangs are still out and you can feel his chest rumbling a needy growl under your palms at watching you ogle him. In one quick motion he pushes himself inside of you to the hilt, forcing you to release a whine close to a cry. He gives you no time to adjust to his size, pulling himself out almost completely and ramming into you again immediately setting a brutal pace. Klaus releases your wrists, your hands instinctually clutching his shoulders for stability while his freed hand falls to tug your thigh up and around his waist giving him an even better angle when you wrap the other around to lock him in.

His hips smack into yours loudly and the bed creaks with each movement, shaking with the strength he puts into each thrust. His head drops into your neck on instinct, his fangs digging into your flesh again pushing a whine from you as you meet each of his thrusts with your own, arching into him with desperation and a primal need to feel him as deep as possible. Your hands wander his back and shoulders, feeling every inch of his lean muscle before stopping in his curly hair to tug on it hard before playing with his locks of strawberry blonde hair as he fucks your brains out. His hips stutter and he actually whines against your neck. Your walls clench around him and you cry at the loss of his brutal pace before he regains his composure and comes up from your neck, panting with desire, blood dripping down his chin, growling constantly as he pounds into you, his balls sticky and tight from repeatedly smacking against your puffy, abused lips each time his hips meet yours with so much force the bed began to shake. 

Your core tightens, the pleasure building up and thrumming in your body as you reach the edge. You fight to keep your eyes open, the feeling of his still clothed body against yours, your dress ridden up around your waist while his hands roam across your exposed skin exploring every inch of the warm canvas, smearing drips of your own blood across your body like paint. Klaus’ senses are overwhelmed with you, your taste still lingers on his tongue urging him to have a little more, your scent clings to him like a cologne he never wants to run out of, he can feel how your walls flutter and clench down on him. He sees precisely when that dam breaks inside of you, your back arches off the bed pushing yourself impossibly closer to him, eyes rolling into your head, nails digging into his arms as your mouth falls open in a silent moan. Your body shakes against him while he grips your thigh tighter, pushing you down to stop the wiggling of your hips and driving himself even deeper inside of you.

Klaus leans down onto you, hovering over you and supporting himself on his forearm as he reaches a slow, even pace letting your breathing steady and your vision adjust. His fingers rub soothingly against the flesh of your thigh where bruises would surely form if he wasn’t able to heal you. Klaus quickly sinks a hard bite into his lip, the sting a welcome sensation through his high strung body as his hand feels its way up your form, tangling itself in your hair and tugging it back. He dives into your mouth, shoving his tongue past your lips as soon as they meet his. Both his and your own blood mingle with your combined saliva, Klaus gasps slightly and moans in your mouth when you clench around him at the metallic flavor, his slowed pace quickens, turning erratic while he chases his own high. Your teeth clash together while his fist in your hair tightens, the feeling of his cock pulsing and swelling inside of you makes your body tingle, the sensation of his blood healing you sending adrenaline coursing through your veins mixing with that of his tip repeatedly beating your cervix has you gasping and clutching at him, riding a high you didn’t even know you could reach. The sounds of your strangled whimpers, the feeling of your nails digging into his flesh while your walls flutter helplessly around him pushes Klaus to his release and he cums hard. Harder than ever before, painting your walls in thick whiteness, the force of him shooting inside of you, his tip twitching to empty all of it deep inside of you pulls you over the edge into a second orgasm.

Your body shakes under him, sensitive and weak from exhaustion. Klaus falls onto you, his body weight pushing into you, keeping you locked underneath him as you both come down. He stays inside of you, trapping his cum inside your cunt for as long as possible, glancing down at the ring of your mixed juices once in a while, letting you drift off to sleep beneath him. Klaus eyes you where you lay, letting his fingers softly trace up and down your neck where your blood has started to dry onto your skin, after ensuring you were all healed from his intrusion he leant down again to place a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. Slowly and discreetly he slips out of you, watching the way his seed flows out of you before nestling himself behind you and watching over you as you sleep peacefully in his bed.

[rhymewithrachel]

They tried to stop me from drawing ghost knight but they CANT

[twolegsandbleeds]

thinking thoughts about being perched in simon's lap on the sofa, legs either side of his spread thighs, held open and pinned there. johnny's head between your legs, breath hot, tongue working against you, making noises no man should be making just from going down on another person. simon's fingers tangled in johnny's skightly grown out mohawk, gripping just tight enough to keep him exactly where you need him, other arm banded across your chest, forearm braced just under your collarbones - not rough, but solid. there. present. giving you no room to buck, squirm - do anything but take it.

"jus' stay still for johnny, petal. rude to try an' run away from a man tryin' 'is best." 

like you've got any choice but to do exactly that, trapped in the cage of simon's body with johnny trapped between your thighs.

[gladerscake]

Y/N: Sit down, I'm gonna torture you now.

Gally, smirking: Kinky.

Y/N: I think you're sweet and breathtaking.

Gally: What—

Y/N: You deserve to be cared for.

Gally: Stop that, now—

Y/N: Your feelings are valid and deserve to be heard.

Gally: I need a safeword!

[that-tmr-girl]

Maze Runner Boys Porn Links

Aris

Making love > fucking

Pegging him senseless

On his knees for you

Gally

Spanked rough and pretty

Making you his

Both holes

Minho

Runners speed

Riding him in the bathtub

He has a secret breeding kink

Newt

Teasing his cock

Greenie screwed up so he takes it out on you

He lets you jack him off

Thomas

Can't wait to get home

Touchy Warmup

You let him take control

[motzglorp]

Inspired by this lovely bit @silverlullabies gifted us.

Omega!reader who accepted a long time ago that their scent is disgusting because it reminds people of blood and gunpowder.

It might have been acceptable for an alpha but not for an omega. How would you ever be able to soothe your pups with this kind of violent scent? Nothing sweet or calming about you. You had to wear blockers from a young age because your scent was disturbing for others. When you entered the military you quickly learned that you could cause flashbacks with your scent and it had been used against prisoners more than once until you couldn't take it anymore. It left you broken in ways you didn't even fully understand, all you knew was that alphas either found you disgusting, disturbing or they were panicking, because all their instincts screamed 'wounded omega' once they got so much as a whiff of you.

You adapted. Scent blockers and suppressants, special mandatory leave once a year to go through a heat, so you could avoid long term affects on your health. Although you hoped secretly that your body would finally give up the craving for a mate and pups. You would never have that and you found it ridiculous to keep pretending otherwise.

So you grow cold. They call you ice princess. You don't object. You learn to use your scent like a weapon, a tool. Best decoy on the field to lure the enemy to the injured omega, only to find a deadly surprise. Easy to slip into shelters and hospitals. You are very specialised and the professional praise you get has to be enough to feed your twisted omega side.

When you join a mission with the 141 you don't expect it to be any different. You tell them they don't need to know your scent, but they insist, so they know what to prepare for and not get confused. Fair enough.

And of course you are not surprised by the looks of pity and sadness Gaz and Soap give you when they realise the reason why you use the thick patches and never participate in friendly scenting

What you are absolutely unprepared for is the way Ghost takes a deep breath, then another and then growls when Price calls him back. He doesn't move. Instead he grabs you, holds you close and presses his nose to your scent glands like an addict.

And you have no idea what to do because you can feel his length and a knot building, pressed against your hip. Hands that hold you but in a way that feels protective. And your brain screaming alpha alpha alpha at you.

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI fuck off minors!! 📢 horny hour wowie‼️ ghost and price with meek virgin fem reader highly unrealistic you take it up both holes yada yada reader is referred to as small and tiny...

you recoil into yourself shyly, drawing your legs up to your chest to hide your most sensitive parts.

"you scared, dove?" simon smirks, slowly reaching and gently moving his fingertips up and down your calf, not making a move yet.

"not gonna hurt you, pretty girl." john purrs, touching your thighs lightly, looking you over with dark eyes.

you look up at them with big glossy eyes and gulp audibly.

fear. anticipation. all coursing through your veins. you'd dream about them using you for their own pleasure.

from where you're sitting at the edge of the bed, you can see two giant mountains of men towering over you, huge monstrous cocks in their hands, angry red tips ravenously dripping with precum as they eye you like predators.

simon reaches over, placing his hands on your knees, murmuring "it's okay, baby." before slowly parting your legs as if to unravel the captured prey.

the cool air hits your core as he reveals your bare pussy to the two feral men.

you can see the seething fire in their eyes as you hold your legs spread for them.

"look at tha' cap!" simon coos, running a rough finger along your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingertips, so soaked and soft against his skin. you're practically dripping with desire.

"dirty little girl," john smirks, running a thumb over your lips, "wanna be fucked by two giant men so bad, huh?"

"p-please." you beg quietly. the noise is barely there. it's like a kitten's squeak.

"fuckin hell," simon chuckles, licking your juices off his fingers, "sweet fuckin pussy's beggin to be ruined."

"come on, girl. up—" john suddenly pulls you forward and flips you over, earning a startled yelp from you, "there you go."

simon comes up behind you as you're bent over the bed, large hands palming your plump cheeks before parting them to reveal your pretty hole, "fuckin look at tha'!"

he spits a ball of saliva over your puckered hole, rubbing in slow circles before pushing a thick digit inside, testing the waters. you gasp as he rolls it against your walls, groaning at how tight you are, chuckling "how are ya gonna take my cock, girl?" he inserts a second finger, making you squeal in return, the stretch feeling new and foreign.

simon slides his fingers in and out, prepping your tiny hole as you let out breathy moans.

"how ya feelin, doll?" john asks, "think you can take it?"

the men exchange a look, waiting for your answer.

"i- i... yeah," you squeal out, "please, y-yes"

and all of a sudden, you're in simon's burly arms, back against his broad chest with your knees beside your ears as his thick throbbing cock stretches your tight little hole so wide you think you're gonna split in half, "fuckin grippin me so tight, lovie." he hisses into your ear as your mouth falls more agape the deeper he enters.

you watch with wide eyes as john approaches. you think you can't take it. it's impossible. you're gonna break.

simon's muscular arms hold your legs wide open for him, soaked pretty pussy before his lustful eyes.

his drooling tip nudges your clit, teasingly circling it before sliding through your folds. you let out a stuttered little noise as john pushes forward. "shh, pretty girl. you can take it." he shushes you, sliding more and more inside, parting your tight untouched walls as you mewl and writhe between them.

simon holds your legs tightly as john's hands support your weight by holding your ass. they're both buried to the hilt inside your needy holes, stretching you out to your absolute limit. you feel so, so full. it's dizzying.

they give you no time to adjust and with absolutely no mercy, they thrust into you in unison, drilling their huge mean cocks in and out of your tiny holes and utterly ruining you.

in no time, your loud noises fill the room as they ram into you relentlessly, virgin holes filled up to the brim by their fat cocks.

"hear tha', cap?" simon grunts, "not a shy little lamb anymore — moaning like a fuckin whore for us."

simon's massive arms hold you all throughout while his beefy cock fucks into your tight ass, reaching places you didn't know existed and john spreads your tiny cunt open on his meaty cock, fat tip bruising your cervix as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you.

your eyes roll back and your mind goes blank, lost in pure bliss as they brutally abuse your holes.

"look at the pretty little slut," john says, "just a tiny little fucktoy for us."

you're pressed between their giant bodies, their ragged breaths in your ears, drenched in sweat, precum and your juices as they ravage your body like feral animals.

until you're left with their heavy loads pumped deep inside your sloppy abused holes, body shaking violently and brain turned to mush as they tuck your limp body into bed, kissing your forehead and praising you about how such a good little slut you were for them.

[lumi-nay]

Waitress!reader, who's a new hire, working part time in a restaurant to make just enough money to support yourself through uni.

Youve been having the absolute worst day, from losing the assignment that you were supposed to hand in today and getting reamed out by your professor, to having dropped a tray of waters at the start of your shift, a preemptive sign that the rest of your night would be tough.

You're just trying to make it through your shift, when you get a table of crude, middle aged men, who make you feel anything but pleasant.

You do your best to cater to their needs and try be as polite and neutral as possible, despite wanting to give them to another waiter, but as usual, the restaurant is overwhelmed and understaffed.

Line cook!Simon who's been watching the pretty little new hire get progressively stressed as your shift goes on. His heart aches for you a bit. A pretty little thing, doing her best to make ends meet, whilst dealing with idiot customers.

Simon who feels his jaw tighten whem you come back into the kitchen, teary eyed, explaining to another server how one of the men at your table tried to hit on you and grabbed the back of your thigh.

Simon who tells you to sit in the walk-in for a bit, whilst he goes to deal with your table, he was needing some fresh air anyway.

Simon who soon comes into the walk-in pantry with a little plate of chips and hands it to you with his now-bruised hands. He pats your head softly, before gruffly saying 'take a break, yeah luv? Go' someone on yer tables'

...Line Cook!Simon who refuses to address his soft spot for you, telling the whole kitchen to shut up when teasing him about it. They can see the faint pink on the tips of his ears though.

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Part 2, if youre interested!

A/n: Am I in my consistency era or what 😛

[aurumacadicus]

"Did you know people are masturbating to your smut fics-- 🤢" I hope they get twice as wet as I did writing it, mind your fucking business.

[captainclickycat]

"Did you know people are getting scared when they read your horror stories?? Did you know that people are laughing when they read your comedy stories?? Isn't that gross? Aren't you scandalised??"

[rawme-price]

Thinking about ghost and gaz who, due to trauma and personal reasons, are both strictly tops, right?

Usually they make it work. Toys, mutual masturbation, jerking eachother off. Sure, with the random libido spikes it's a challenge, but nothing two SAS soldiers can't handle.

Sometimes, though, that craving for a nice warm hole to fuck just gets to be too much. Which leads to a pair of the hottest men you've seen hanging around the back of your local bar.

This is a practiced song and dance for them. Ghost far more particular about partner but lacking the social finesse, he points to people he wants and let's gaz do the rest.

Really, kyle has you the moment he leaned one shoulder against the wall, semi-caging you in with that warm smile. The heated kiss was just a bonus on top.

You'll only make the connection that they're married when kyle pulls ghost in for a kiss over your body. The fat underside of his cock rubbing over your tongue, ghost's cock buried deep in your hole.

You twist, desperate to see them, to soak in that genuine love you only receive fractions of. It's wet and messy, the scars on ghosts face dripping more spit onto your back than anything. But kyle only presses further, moaning against his husbands skin.

Afterwards, when you feel like your joints may give out and at least ten percent of your weight is cum, they'll pull you in between them with a content sigh. You'll drift off to bed between two lovers without feeling like a brick wall.

In the kitchen, far before you wake, you'll miss the conversation ghost and gaz have about a more permanent third.

[nerfedbylife]

hybrid tf 141 x hybrid reader

c/w: graphic description of panic attack, self harm via scratching

Keeping green iguana!reader in a body of water for extended time as a form of torture

Waiting till their muscles lock up an their organism slows, then warming them up just to do it all over again

smth being rescued by your team smth

But now your deathly afraid of anything lager than a basin of water, even showers being difficult as soon as multiple parts of you are wet

Now you sit anxiously by the lake when Otter!Gaz swims

Something you always did together

Tiger!Simon cant get you groomed like usual cause you wont get in the tub only tolerating a warm washcloth and his tongue when his instincts scream for it

Loon!Soap that fishes for your favourite snacks when your crave them, even tho you wouldnt admit, not wanting them to see how afraid you were

Komodo!Price had always loved swimmung with you, your smaller size allowing you to get comfortable on his chest and drift with him

Now he's lucky if he can get you to bask on a stone near the water

Now any water based exercises are off the table for the forseeable future price is afraid

He had seen how you froze when a rookie prank doused you in water, how every muscle tightened and no rational thought was left in your eyes when you had bolted

He tracked you down and found you frantically ripping your clothing off, scratching at your skin in an desperate attempt to rid your nerve endings of that feeling, your eyes screwed shut, mouth contorted in a silent scream

Your sharp nails had already drawn blood, deep scratches across your arms and chest, even your face wasnt left out

You were pressing yourself into a corner, pressing your arms against your chest in an desperate attempt to selfsooth while still scratching any skin available

Loon soap burst in the room and looked deeply unsettled when observing your state but he steeled his resolve, throwing a glance at his captain

"Any plans? Ideas?"

Price shook His head, anxiously stroking his beard looking helpless

Soap had to stop your self mutilation first and he hoped to anything above that youd somewhat respond to his voice

Otherwise it could turn ugly

He had the scars from simons episodes as prove

"hey bonnie, you hear me?" Trying to make himself as small as possible he crouched on the floor, inching closer to your shaking form

You were mumbling incoherntly now and showing no sign of seeing him when your gaze swept over him

You werent reacting in any way, no flicker of eyes or hitch in breath

He neared you sideways along the wall, his wing cautiously reaching out and making first contact

You flinched back like electrocuted but your eybrows knitted together in confusion

He tried again and you didnt react as much so he took the chance and wrapped his wing in a tight cocoon around you

You thrashed for a moment until he had a secure grip on you

Deep pressure seemed to help simon as well as you and you couldnt scratch without a smuch movement

You slowly seemed to come back to yourself

The small dark room with only a pool and slender walkway grew lighter around youin your minds eye as you registered the feeling of feathers surrounding you

Fingers tentativly reaching out you sunk them into the downy feathers , clutching them desperatly as the feeling of arms tightly wrapped around you came next and with a flick of your tongue you could finally recognize soap

Muscles slowly loosening you sagged against him, your breathing still coming laboured and your brain foggy

Memories still fighting to be on the forefront of your mind you rubbed harshly at your eyes, taking lungfulls of air to stay focused on soap

His feathers, smell, heartbeat and warmth

"you're goin ta be okay hen"

Soap finally allowed himself to breath when he felt yours finally slow and looked up, expecting to find his captain

He was met with the rest of their taskforce, various levels of worry etched on their faces

They had a long way to go

a/n: i should have been asleep already and lost steam at the end i'm sorry

[bloodmoonsbloodbankifskeewashigh]

Thinking about being TF141’s hybrid and getting sent out to help another team with a mission without any of your other pack teammates.

Thinking the captain of the loan team doesn’t like hybrids much.

Thinking about getting geared up for the mission and all your gear is at its normal length until the loan captain decides it’s too loose and tightens it until it’s uncomfortably digging into your skin. And when you voice that he shuts you down and tells you to shut up it’s for your safety. But it’s really not and it digs right into your inguinal crease (crease under the thighs) until you don’t notice it anymore. Getting back to base and being so sore and overwhelmed you go straight to your room instead of letting the team know you’re back.

I’m thinking it’s Ghost who notices first that your loan team is back and wonders why you haven’t let them know you’re back yet. Obviously he gets worried and goes looking for you eventually finding you face down on your bed still geared up. You’re unresponsive until he tries to roll you over which makes you cry out as the straps dig into your flesh more. He’s confused until he sees the dried blood around the straps mutilating you.

He’s mad.

He carries you to Prices office despite your protests. Mostly because the movement causes more pain.

He only stays in Price’s office long enough to show him what happened then he’s storming out to let off some steam (he goes to the gym and beats the shit out of a punching bag)

Thinking about half sitting half laying on Price’s lap while he comforts you and tries to hold you still and Soap surgically cuts and peels off pieces of the strap because it was so deep there was no other way to remove it. Ghost sits on the couch watching. Him and Soap want to jump the team that did this to you but Price put down his foot and told them they had to take care of your first.

Price eventually convincing Ghost to hold you so he could file paperwork against the other team while him and Soap are tending to you.

Ghost being the gentlest he’s ever been with you. Barely holding you down against his chest. Even when he nuzzles your neck to comfort you his touch is barely felt.

Gaz is not gonna be happy about this when he gets back from HIS loan mission :(