hii its the anon that asked you to write "Marie absolutely fucking the shit out of an afab reader... biting included"
sorry for coming back so late to share my gratitude for this post but i lowkey just forgot i requested LMFAOO...
anyways... my horned out brain has thought of something new for you too write (gonna try and keep this short) also i use they/them for captain 3 sorry if that gets confusing i just always do that
okay so captain 3 (NOT NEO AGENT 3) is a chronic workaholic right- imagine them and their partner doing somno?? (CONSENSUALLY OFC LIKE THEY DISCUSSED IT BEFORE HAND IM NOT INTO RAPE.) anyways im thinking captian 3 comes home for once and is jumping up and down with the excitement of finally being able to crack their amazing gf, only to see their precious s/o asleep... anyways they (CONSENSUALLY) just rip their pants off and once again absolutely fuck the shit out of an afab reader... biting ofc and uhh yknow.... maybe scenting or breeding?
ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR READING!! and if this made u feel uncomfortable you can always change the request up or just not do it (naturally) im excited to see what you write!!
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🔞 Captain 3 x Reader 🔞
Tags: AFAB Reader, Penis in Vagina Sex, Breeding, Somnophilia, Biting
Word Count: 1.03k
Author's Note: omg anon hiii *twirls hair* glad you're back *blushes and turns away* this request is fire as always spit your shit indeed! IM SO SORRY I GOT TO THIS SO LATE.......ya boy has been a busy bee 😮💨 anyways I chose breeding cuz i've been thinking a lot about that lately sometimes I wish I could breed someone woah what's that red dot over there- 💥💥💥 also I'm calling them the Captain just cuz ??? it's easier for me
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It was already past midnight. Needless to say, the Captain was a little late. You should have seen it coming — hardly any force in the world could pull them out of their own head and away from their work — aside from you, but even so, nights where you fell asleep with them lying beside you were few and far between.
You assumed it would be another one of those nights and that there was no sense in waiting any longer for them to possibly show up at a reasonable hour. Though, there was the chance they would visit later, while you were already asleep. You hoped they would.
After changing into your sleepwear, you laid on your stomach, not bothering with pulling the covers over yourself. For easy access. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to fall into a deep sleep.
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It was only a couple hours after midnight, the Captain thought. They would be coming home a little late, but it was better than not coming at all.
They couldn't help but smile to themselves as they made their way home. They had always felt awful at how little they got to spend time with you, despite their addiction to overworking themselves. But, for once, they had made certain they would spend time away from work and focus all their attention on you, in more ways than one.
The Captain opened the door. As far as they could tell, not a single light was turned on inside the house. Had you left for somewhere, at such a late hour? It wasn't unlikely. All the better opportunity for them to surprise you when you returned. They bounded for the bedroom.
The door hung ajar with a sliver of soft, golden light seeping through the crack. Perhaps you were awake after all.
Yet, they still found themselves pushing the door open with gentle deliberation.
The Captain gulped.
Laying on your stomach, your legs were spread like you were expecting them. You squirmed against the mattress — not as if roused from your slumber — but as if the anticipation of them taking you while you slept was unbearable.
For a brief moment, however, the Captain felt a small tug of guilt. You waited for them. They didn't know how long, but you clearly had gotten tired of waiting. But just underneath that guilt was raw, unabashed desire. They may have missed their chance to show you how much they wanted you while you were awake, but better late than never.
They crept toward the bed, careful not to wake you. You seemed so tired, and they didn't want to be rude.
When the Captain reached the foot of the bed, they divested themselves of their pants, letting them drop to the floor. They looked down at themselves — already, they noticed the small bulge beginning to form in their underwear. They swiftly took it off to free their hardening length.
You remained asleep as they climbed onto the bed and spread your legs to sit between them. You hardly stirred when they quickly, yet carefully, tugged your own bottoms down.
The Captain found themselves almost drooling at the sight of your bare sex on display. So vulnerable, yet so trusting. As if you were begging for it. They yearned as much as you did.
They ran a single digit through your slick folds before slowly pushing inside. You tensed and made a small hum that was so quiet they almost didn't hear you.
They inserted another finger inside of you and scissored them apart. Wet, hot, and tempting — why would the Captain resist such a temptation? They pulled their fingers out and spread your juices along their shaft to moisten it, coaxing themselves to full hardness.
The Captain took a deep breath as they leaned forward, holding your hips in their arms to jostle you into position. The tip of their cock rubbed against your clit — they could feel your heartbeat pounding through the swollen bud.
Weakly, they gave a short thrust into your warmth, not quite letting themselves be completely engulfed by you. Another, and another. They grinded against you as you laid in bed, asleep and pliant. Your body always felt warmer when you slept.
You writhed against the sheets and moaned. There was no urgency in your body when they finally slid inside you. Out of habit, your walls easily accepted the intrusion. Their hips moved, almost of their own accord, repeatedly pushing you against the mattress. You were tight like a vice, but not suffocating. Almost as if they were being granted a warm hug after their long day at work.
The Captain's breath was hot against your neck, and your eyelids fluttered. They noticed, but did not care — too busy pounding into your sex. Their teeth latched onto the skin of your neck, marking you like a beast claiming ownership of its mate. When they pulled their jaws away from your heated flesh, bright red crescent-shaped indents were left behind. They soothed the angry bruises with their tongue. They savored the taste of the salt on your skin. The touch was far more gentle than the animalistic rutting of their hips.
Another bite — to the other side of your neck — as the Captain sped up. Gone was the guilt of coming home so late. If you woke up, they wouldn't stop. You wouldn't want them to.
The Captain felt their balls flex as they approached their climax. In their head, they cried a desperate plea for their orgasm, for permission to cum inside, knowing full well you never denied them the satisfaction. Their hips spasmed as they filled your womb with their seed, warm and thick. Each thrust ensured it would take root.
When their cock finally softened inside you, they pulled out with a sigh. It let out one more pitiful spurt onto your already-used hole. Cum seeped out of you, dripping onto the bedsheets underneath. Your body relaxed, equally satisfied.
Tomorrow, you would wake up with a soreness between your legs, but the Captain would be right beside you, sleeping soundly with their arm slung over your waist.
You wouldn't have it any other way.
