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Teaching the star a lesson - Demi human! Montgomery Gator x Male! Reader SMUT

I forgot I had this hidden away and thought I’d post it anyway. It’s literally just smut with Monty, he’s a gator demihuman instead of an animatronic.

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

It was 15 minutes before showtime, Monty wasn’t down at the platform ready to be lifted onto stage, no one could find him. Every performer had a handler, just to make sure that they got from one place to the next without any issues, such as kids choosing to attach themselves to Freddy’s legs while he was trying to walk back to his room. Monty’s handler, (y/n), wasn’t anywhere to be found either, but he was doing his job and looking for the Floridan performer. Firstly checking his attraction, he loved to swim around the rivers that ran through the golf course, popping up to scare guests. He wasn’t in there, shit, now he was at a loss for where the gator hybrid had disappeared amongst the enormous facility. Where else could this 6’5 muscular man have wandered…His room is the next logical stop. Striding down Rockstar Row towards his room, (y/n) could feel the rage radiating out of the room he was headed towards. Stepping in front of the door he paused, not sure if he should actually open the door. He was taller than Monty, and stronger than him too, but the anger Monty feels in a tantrum is something to fear. Eventually growing the balls, (y/n) knocked on the door, taking a pace back to prepare for Monty yanking the door open and screaming some profanity.

“WHAT?!?!” and right on cue he opened the door and screamed at (y/n).

“Showtimes in 11 minutes Monty, you need to get to the lounge for the lift” the taller male stated before walking ever closer to the gator hybrid.

“I don’t give a fuck about the god damn show, can’t you see I ain’t fuckin’ ready to go out there anyway?” Monty was dripping venom with every word, something he should know better than to do with the man in front of him.

“Monty, I will fix your hair, I will clean up this room, and I will make sure you’re on stage on time if I have to force you. I will not have another issue this week because it comes out of my paycheck as your handler. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear.” it was less of a question from (y/n), a demand of Monty more so.

“You can go fuck yourself if you think I’m getting on stage like this” Monty let go of the door, crossing his arms to set his stance on the matter.

“Ya know what Monty,” (y/n) pushed Monty back through the door. “I’m not here to deal with your shit today.” He closed the curtains. “So you’re gonna behave like a good fucking alligator, or I will make you” The ram hybrid was absolutely done with Monty’s backtalk and attitude.

“Then make me, you ain’t got no power over me,” Monty stepped to stand right in front of (y/n), he had sealed his fate. (y/n) grabbed the shorter male's arms, pushing him against the wall, pining both with one hand. Monty gasped when his back hit the wall, surprised by the force of his handler.

“Monty, I will say this one more time, behave and I won’t have to make you regret destroying this room and badmouthing me for the past three minutes.” (y/n) was determined to get Monty on stage before showtime.

“One condition,” Monty started. “We continue this after the show,” the gator said, trying to take initiative and shoving his knee between (y/n)’s pushing against his crotch.

“Fine, as long as you’re on stage when you need to be.” (y/n) let go of Monty, instead grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room towards the lounge. Making it down there with less than four minutes to spare, (y/n) got to work on Monty’s hair. Grabbing a can of hairspray, a comb, and a tub of gel, he sat the shorter hybrid down and began the quick mohawk style. Finishing the style with 45 seconds left before showtime, he quickly pulled Monty up and onto the rising platform, handing him the bass he was supposed to play. Monty held a lingering gaze with (y/n) as the platform rose, full of lust and faux dominance. The routine went smoothly, everyone hit their mark on time, no one fell, and there was no one-off beat or off-key. The platform lowered slowly, much too slowly for Monty’s impatience to run back to his green room with (y/n). Once it finally settled and everyone was cleared to move, he sprinted off, gently tossing his bass at Freddy telling the bear he would pay him back later. Monty grabbed the ram’s hand, trying to sprint out of the lounge back to his room, only to be pulled back to a walking pace by (y/n).

“Whatya doin’? I wanna get back to my room *quickly*,” Monty put a lot of emphasis on the “quickly” aspect of his statement.

“Don’t rush, we’ll finish what you started when we get there. You can’t forget that you still have priorities to say hi to guests while walking around, special circumstances or not,” (y/n) was determined to make Monty regret his attitude earlier. The gator whined, only wanting to go back to the position they were in earlier, closed off from the public. Slowly they made their way back to Monty’s green room on Rockstar Row. He opened the door and pulled (y/n) through, slamming the door shut just as quickly as he had yanked it open.

“Now, where were we?” Monty tried to take control once more, failing almost instantly. The ram hybrid grabbed the wrists attempting to pin him against the door, flipping their positions as he returned the two to where they were just half an hour prior.

“I believe we were here, little gator.” (y/n) said, the nickname slipping ever so effortlessly from his lips. Monty licked his lips, trying to speed up the inevitable.

“C’mon, I know you wanna keep going,” Monty pushed his chest off the wall as much as he was able, quickly being pushed back by (y/n).

“Oh sweetheart,” (y/n) muttered close to Monty’s ear, causing him to shiver. “We can’t do that here, it's far too close to the guests, don’t want anyone to hear those pretty little sounds you make now do we?” Pulling his head back, (y/n) let go of Monty, pulling him off the door and opening it.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Monty said, well beyond riled up.

“I said we can’t do that in here, now are you going to follow me somewhere we can or just stay here hot and bothered with your hard on to deal with yourself?” (y/n) wanted Monty as much as Monty wanted him, but he didn’t want anyone else to hear what sinful things the gator would be saying in the next couple hours.

“I ain’t goin’ through those halls with my dick like this, I ain’t tryna traumatize those kids,” Monty was horny, but he still had morals.

“There’s maintenance tunnels around the whole plex, and one leads directly from my room to here, now why don’t you stop being a stubborn brat and follow me.” (y/n) stated calmly in a demanding tone. Quickly realizing that he was getting what he wanted, Monty grabbed the ram's hand and followed him through the door. After walking about 100 feet down the dimly lit hallway, Monty was becoming impatient again before seeing a door less than 10 feet from them. Reaching the door, (y/n) grabbed the handle and pushed it open, revealing a sort of security office…but the monitors only showed Monty’s room, the golf course, and the lounge. They really wanted the handlers to be close to the performers, even when they didn’t know it.

“Have ya been spyin’ on me?” Monty asked, feeling more turned on with an underlying feeling of violation.

“Whenever I notice you come in after a shower I cover the screens. I’m your handler not your lover, I have morals Monty.” (y/n) was a little hurt that Monty thought so low of him.

“Either way, are we finally gonna fuck or am I gonna go destroy my room again because I’m turned on with no way to deal with it?” Monty, once again, impatiently pushes his horniness to the forefront of his mind. (y/n) licked his lips, grabbing Monty’s face and pulling him into a kiss. The ram grabbed Monty’s waist and shoved him against a wall, making the smaller hybrid let out a moan. (y/n) took his opportunity and pushed his tongue into Monty’s mouth, the fight for dominance was short with Monty quickly being overpowered by the stronger hybrid. Pulling Monty off the wall, (y/n) pulled him to the futon in the corner of the room, pushing the gator down onto his back. Climbing atop Monty, the ram hybrid straddled his thighs placing both his hands beside Monty’s head. Leaning down he reconnected their lips, pushing a leg between Monty’s, rubbing on his clothed erection. The gator let out a groan, grabbing the purple curls on the back of (y/n)'s neck, and pulling him closer to the kiss.

“Just touch me already,” Monty growled at the ram above him.

“Beg baby, I ain’t doin’ anything till you beg for me,” (y/n) wasn’t just going to give Monty what he wanted, not after the attitude he had earlier, or destroying his room.

“I’m not begging,” Monty snapped back.

“Either you beg or I’m leaving you here riled up and going back to my other duties as your handler.” (y/n) growled right back grabbing Monty’s face to direct his attention to him. The gator let out a huff before muttering something under his breath. “Try again, this is your last chance, little gator.”

“Please…please touch me” Monty finally said.

“See that wasn’t that hard now was it angel.” (y/n) responded before moving down to face Monty’s erection. Pulling his pants down, the ram palmed Monty’s boner listening to the beautiful groans being let out by the gator hybrid beneath him. Finally grabbing at the hem of Monty’s boxers, he yanks them off to see his leaking cock, fully erect and on display. Monty bashfully tried to hide from (y/n)’s gaze, failing miserably as the ram grabbed his dick and started to jack him off.

“Don’t be so shy baby, you’ll get to see more of me soon.” The ram hybrid promised. Pushing the bead of precum off the tip, he spread it around with his thumb and forefinger, starting to move his hand up and down. Monty let out heavy breaths as the larger hybrid continued his movements.

“Fuck, fuck, please ugh, please don’t stop,” Monty begged (y/n), ever closer to reaching his orgasm.

“C’mon angel, come for me.” (y/n) urged the gator on further, speeding up his hand movements. Monty was almost there, begging even more for the ram hybrid to speed up just a little more.

“(y/n) please, please, oh mY GOD!” Monty screamed one last moan before he came all over himself and (y/n)’s hand. Only able to pant out heavy shallow breaths, he watched the other hybrid lick his hand staring directly at him. Once (y/n) had cleaned his hand of Monty’s cum, he repositioned himself so he could see the smaller hybrid's tight hole. Giving a light smirk, he stood up to take off his shirt and pants, leaving himself in only his boxers. Moving to his desk, the top right drawer was pulled open, and he grabbed a bottle of lube he had in there, right beside the other toys he planned to use on himself or perhaps others. Sitting right back down in front of Monty, (y/n) pulled apart the gator's legs, moving his legs to once again see his puckered asshole.

“Keep your legs spread, I don’t want to be crushed while I'm stretching you.” The ram hybrid warned Monty before grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring some onto his fingers. Slowly moving to lean over the gator, he pushed one finger into Monty’s tight hole.

“Holy fuck-” Monty didn’t know how to react to having a finger up his ass for the first time other than just swearing and moaning.

“Oh baby if that's how you feel after one finger, just wait for my cock.” (y/n) smirked, loving the almost fucked out face that Monty had taken up. Pushing in a second finger gently, he let Monty’s hole grow used to them for a good few seconds before starting to scissor them.

“Oh fuck me!” Monty cried out, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“I’m trying to, but I want you to enjoy it so I’m doing this first baby.” (y/n) cooed at the gator continuing to gently scissor him. The tightness slowly started to wear down, and just to be safe (y/n) added a third to his hole. A few moments later the gator finally adjusted to them, moving his hips gently to show the ram that he was ready for the next step. Removing his fingers, (y/n) heard Monty whine at the empty feeling.

“Don’t worry little gator, you won’t be empty for too long.” A gentle smile replaced the smirk that was once on his face as he grabbed the bottle of lube once more. Squeezing some more onto his dick, he spread it over giving it an extra minute to let Monty’s anticipation grow. Climbing back on top of the gator, he positioned his cock at Monty’s stretched hole and slowly pushed in, taking his time to not overwhelm the hybrid below him. Bottoming out he stayed there, just letting Monty get used to the size of his dick.

“Please fucking move, my god fuck me.” Monty begged the taller male, grabbing (y/n)’s biceps in an almost bruising grip.

“Patience baby, I don’t wanna break you.” (y/n) told the gator hybrid, beginning to pull his hips back out before pushing back in, setting a slow pace.

Grabbing the ram’s face he pulled their foreheads together, “I said fuck me, I don’t care if you break me, use me.” Monty growled out in the most sensual voice he could muster. (y/n) quickly noted what he said and picked up the pace, pulling his hips out and slamming back in, hitting Monty’s prostate and making the gator’s eyes roll back and wrap his arms around (y/n). His thrusts were brutal, bruising Monty’s prostate with each movement of his hips.

“Holy fucking shit please, please,don’t stop.” Monty begged (y/n) to keep going, the ram just kept jackhammering his cock deep into the gator's ass. The continuous assault brought Monty close to another orgasm, heavy breathing and moans were all that could be heard in the room aside from the constant skin slapping. (y/n) could only pant as he kept thrusting into the gator hybrid, trying not to let the pain of Monty’s claws sinking into his shoulders bother him.

“Please, please, please, I'm close, so close.” He couldn’t form any other words besides pleading to the taller male to let him come.

“I know little gator, I’m close too.” (y/n) was determined for them both to finish, he didn’t know how much longer he could handle it.

“Oh fuck, fuCK YES!” Monty reached his peak and came all over his chest once more, digging his claws further into (y/n)’s shoulders without realizing it. (y/n) kept thrusting, too close to his orgasm to give the smaller male a break. With a few final pumps, he thrust deep into Monty and came, shoving all of it inside the gator. After a minute of rest, he pulled out of Monty, much to the hybrid's dismay, not wanting to lose the feeling of being full. Walking over to the other side of the room, (y/n) picked up a towel, wiping the cum off of Monty’s chest before tossing the cloth into a basket off to the side. Climbing back into bed with the gator, he grabbed the smaller hybrid and pulled him to his chest.

“So, how are you feeling after that?” (y/n) chuckled lightly, moving Monty’s head up to look him in the eyes.

“Fucking fantastic.” The shorter hybrid was still in such bliss after his first time, and so rough at that.

“Was I too rough on you baby? I tried to be gentle but you wanted me to go faster.” He asked Monty, checking if he was okay after the harsh session they just had.

“No, I’m fine. Oh my god you’re back, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize I was hurting you.” Monty felt across where he had gripped for dear life earlier, swiping through the blood that was dripping out of the 10 shallow holes in (y/n)’s upper back.

“It’s fine baby, I’ll get 'em cleaned up later. Besides, they’re worth it if that means we get to do that a lot more often.” (y/n) chuckled once again, god that sound sent butterflies through Monty’s stomach.

“We will absolutely be doing that again, I loved it….I love you.” The gator looked up at (y/n) with such adoration in his eyes the taller male grew a small blush.

“I love you too baby, I didn’t want to say anything because I thought what we had was purely professional.” Running a hand through Monty’s damp hair (y/n) stared down at the gator with the same amount of love.

“So does that make us boyfriends?” Monty’s look changed from adoring to curious.

“I think we’ve both seen enough of each other to qualify for more than just boyfriends, but yes we’re boyfriend's baby.” The ram hybrid gently caressed Monty’s cheek while he shoved his face into (y/n)’s chest letting out a flustered groan. Cuddled in each other’s arms they fell asleep happily with each other, now sporting a new title of boyfriends rather than just handler and performer. Now the only issue comes when Monty is needed for another performance and no one can find him……or his handler…..anywhere in the building. Looks like the two of them get an extra long, and well-deserved sleep with the person they love.

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If you could write something, like smutt or whatever about Aegon Targaryen ii. Ur writing would be sooooooo good, also there is like no gay fanfics with him. Plssssssss

number one, my inbox isn't open cause I'm still in classes for a little longer before I start writing a little. number two, I don't write for Game of Thrones, I've never watched or read the series and have no interest in incest-ridden plotlines. Kindly, take your request elsewhere, thank you, and have a nice day.

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A Love Gone in the Wind - Ghost x rejected! gn reader

evil, evil little man I am, this is just to torture a dear friend of mine, warnings for the end of the CoD: MW3 campaign, mcd, rejection, angst. @eddieverse for you bestie <3

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

It was painful for everyone to lose Johnny, the laughter and liveliness of the team died with him when Makarov put a bullet through his head. But what hurt more was when Ghost suddenly gave up, he stopped trying in everything. It was obvious the two of them were close, but it never registered to you just how close they were until the lieutenant no longer paid you attention. No more casual nods or pats to the shoulder, no more flirtatious comments thrown your way. It was depressing to watch such a strong man lose himself to grief. Knocking on his door, you tried to speak gently to not scare him off, another attempt to try and make a connection with him.

“Ghost? You alright in-” You’d barely started talking when he cut you off with a rough response, the tears evident in his voice were the most shocking aspect of it all.

“Leave me the fuck alone (y/n)!” His voice was gruff, worn from both sobbing and the screaming he did after finding out that Soap was shot clean through the skull, point blank. It was difficult to pull back from the door and resign yourself to walking back to your room in the barracks, a heavy heart sinking down further in your chest.

“Why do all the people I love die before I can save them?” The words were mumbled but still audible as you walked away from his room, and it stung, like a bullet through your own heart. This entire time he loved…Johnny? No, that couldn’t possibly be right. I mean, he flirted with you, how could he love Soap and not you?

Surely it didn’t make any sense that he felt that way with how he interacted with you and then with the sergeant. But as you kept walking, pieces started to fall together. Late nights spent between the two of them, how he’d always choose to sit next to Soap on transit to missions, the fear in his eyes whenever the sergeant was close to injury or didn’t respond to comms. And then when they dumped his ashes in the highland…you had never seen Ghost cry before, but that day, you watched him hold back a lifetime's worth of grief. His entire life shattered the moment he saw Soap dead in the tunnel, the way he shakily tried to pick him up and get him to “wake up” when he was already dead. 

You didn’t even make it to your room before your legs collapsed out from under you, tears streaking down your cheeks, a hand going to your chest where it felt like your heart was breaking into a million pieces. Agony was the only way to describe this feeling of heartbreak, realizing only after the death of a teammate that he didn’t want you to begin with…Ghost never wanted you, and now the person he wanted was scattered in the win of the Highlands.

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Meetings are hard - Phillip Graves x Male Reader SMUT

I want to degrade this man so fucking bad so uh, yeah, this is literally just humiliating him repeatedly. Enjoy!

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Dear god, this man, always well put together and looks like he knows what he’s doing. But he’s ruined as soon as he realizes his boyfriend can see him in it. (Y/n) had always enjoyed teasing Phillip whenever he put on formal wear, but he loved it. Loved seeing his commander of a lover in things that were only worn occasionally. It gave him a sense of pride to see him in something so flattering. But it came to a head when he needed to attend meetings with the Shadows or other. All (Y/n) saw was another opportunity to tease him and make him struggle to control himself.

“A-as for our next- ha- next mission, we’ll be going to Urzikstan- and helping the ULF with some… some Konni group.” Every second was a nightmare for Phillip, one word was barely out of his mouth before he wanted to moan and whine like a slut. No matter how much (Y/n) turned up the vibrator stuck inside him, he refused to crack to show that man an ounce of power over him in front of his Shadows. But damnit it was hard to keep it together, to not just walk across the room and demand that his boyfriend fix the problem he started. And all (Y/n) could do was grin from the other side of the meeting room, his eyes locked forward and a hand holding his head up and the other in the pocket of his jacket, holding the remote control to the vibrator.

“We’ll be- ngh, be heading out in three days at 0900, be…be ready Shadows.” With that final white knuckle grip to the table, Phillip pulled back only to swiftly grab a file folder and bring it over to cover his crotch, where there wasn’t a very obvious tent, but it was surely enough for someone to notice it. And that someone was already very away how turned on Phillip was, and he felt the same.

(Y/n) eagerly followed the commander out of the meeting room and gave his ass a playful smack once they turned down the hallway leading to the barracks. “Someone’s struggling to keep his composure, want me to help you out there, commander Graves?”

Phillip couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan at (Y/n)’s smack to his ass, and a small groan at his teasing, his eyes flickering over to his boyfriend for a moment. “Not funny, Lieutenant. You started this problem, and you better damn well end it.”

The threat was empty coming from him, and they both knew it, so (Y/n) simply laughed a little before grabbing Phillip by his arm and pulling him into their shared room of the barracks, pinning him to the wall with a smirk. “So what? You want me to take that vibrator out and fuck you myself? That’s cute coming from you, sweetheart.”

“Stop teasing me (Y/n), I know you wanna fuck me, you’ve been a bitch all day just leaving this- ngh, in me.” Right as he complained, the other man turned up the strength of the vibrator, determined to get Phillip to crack under the pleasure, it always worked, what was new today?

“Desperate little whore, just begging for someone to fuck him properly, but only good boys get what they want. So, ask nicely.” His words held a sharp tone, (Y/n) knew how to get what he wanted, and he gripped Phillip’s jaw to turn his eyes forward again, the vibrations getting stronger once more as his leg pushed between the other man’s to rub against his crotch.

The commander’s breath hitched as he let out a small whine, feeling (Y/n)‘s thigh rubbing against his dick through his pants, something about being treated so humiliatingly was always a turn on, always made him want to be good. “P-please, sir…fuck me, ill- ah~ I’ll be good.”

“Now that’s a good boy.” (Y/n)‘s words came out husky as he pulled his leg back and instead grabbed Phillip by his hips, pushing him further into the room until his legs hit the bed, and he consequently fell down on top of it, his dick leaving a small tent in his pants, even hard he was still adorably small. “Spread ‘em, let me see you.”

Phillip followed the order without much hesitance, his legs spreading as one hand went down to start unbuckling his belt, only for it to be slapped away by (Y/n)’s hand with a small tut. “Don’t be greedy, you’ll get what you want, be patient.” The other man let out a small whine as his hips bucked up slightly into his boyfriend’s touch, it took everything in him to not just flip the two of them over and ride him like there was no stopping him. (Y/n) smirked slightly ad his own hands moved to undo Phillip’s belt and pants, pulling them down slowly and teasingly along with his boxers, the sight of his small but stiff as a rock dick made him smile.

“Excited now, aren’t we?” Phillip turned his head away in embarrassment at the teasing before one of (Y/n)‘s hands came up to grip his jaw and turn his head back. “Look at me when I take what’s mine.” The other man didn’t waste a second before grasping Phillip’s small cock in his hand and starting to jerk him off, his movements quick and slightly rough, knowing full well that it was only making the vibrator stuck inside him worse to deal with.

“Ha- (Y-Y/n) please~.” Phillip’s hips bucked up into (Y/n)‘s hand, his walls clenching around the vibrator bullet inside him as his eyes fluttered slightly, one hand coming up to grasp his boyfriend’s upper arm, trying to control himself with the pleasure. The blonde commander was so close yet so far, and he knew damn well that his orgasm was in the other man’s hands, quite literally with (Y/n)’s hand gripping and moving along his length with harsh strokes.

“Awww, is someone getting desperate?” The other man taunted Phillip with a smirk, leaning down to press a few kisses to his neck while nipping at his skin. The hand wrapped around his boyfriend’s dick started to move faster while the other slipped up his dress shirt and started to pinch his nipples gently through the fabric, eliciting more moans and whines from Phillip.

The commander’s head fell back against the pillows as he tried to hold himself together, even as his hips bucked up into the hand on his cock and the vibrator still buzzing violently inside him. “(Y/n)- sir please…’m so close.” Almost to accentuate his point, Phillip’s hips bucked up again as he started to clench around the vibrator, which only seemed to make things worse for him as his orgasm got closer.

“Then use this little dick of yours like you should and cum for me.” The order was harsh and husky against the blonde man’s neck as his boyfriend continued to jerk him off, a small smirk on his face as he heard Phillip let out a louder moan while his hips stuttered and he came, shooting a load across his hand and chest. “That’s a good boy.”

Pulling his hand back with a small laugh, (Y/n) let his tongue come out for a moment before he got a better idea and moved his hand closer to Phillip’s mouth and looked at him sternly. “Clean up your mess, slut.” The harshness of the order nearly set the commander off for a moment before he opened his mouth and leaned forward, his tongue gently cleaning off his boyfriend’s hand.

“And I wonder how the Shadows can be scared of you, you’re just my little toy, ain’t ya, baby?” Phillip’s eyes were half-lidded as he looked up at (Y/n), his tongue slowly pulling back into his mouth as his head fell back against the pillows before speaking. “Yes…your toy, sir.”

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An Evening Treat - Astarion x FtM reader SMUT

So this is definitely a more recent writing and I’m proud of it, had a little fun with everyone’s favorite vampire spawn, anyways, hope y’all enjoy this little treat

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Sitting on his knees in the forest a good ways from camp in the woods, (y/n)’s hands rested on Astarion’s thighs as his jaw hung slack, the high elf’s length being slowly thrusting in and out of his mouth, sensual and sloppy noises escaping from his opened lips anytime Astarion moved his hips back and forth.

“Gods…you’re doing so good darling,” Astarion’s head fell back slightly as he let out soft groans of pleasure, his hand resting gently on the back of (y/n)’s head, not pushing it down further onto his cock, just a gentle presence for the other being.

With a small hum from (y/n), he closed his eyes and focused on pleasuring the vampire spawn in front of him, taking Astarion’s length fully into his mouth and bobbing his head faster, all but ignoring the fact that the high elf was already thrusting into his mouth.

“Oh! So eager for me, my sweet.” With a few more soft groans, Astarion pulled his hips back and thrust into (y/n)’s mouth more roughly the tip of his cock pressing against the other man’s throat, making him gag slightly as tears pricked the corners of his eyes, the other being’s hands tightening around the high elf’s thighs.

Astarion’s foot moved between (y/n)’s thighs and pressed the top of his boot against his crotch, teasing the other man’s slit through his pants, making the man moan around the elf’s cock still thrusting more roughly into his mouth.

“Hmm, and it seems my pet likes that, let’s see if he likes this as well,” Pressing his boot up further against (y/n)’s crotch, Astarion rubbed the tip of it against the other man’s clit through his pants, purposefully making him whine and gag more on his cock. (y/n)’s hips started to unconsciously buck into the elf’s boot, craving more friction and pleasure as he felt Astarion’s cock throb lightly in his mouth, his tongue going up and pressing against the underside of it, teasing under the hood whenever the elf would pull out far enough.

“Aah, good boy, such a skilled tongue.” Astarion grinned as he felt the other man start to grind against his boot, keeping his heel planted on the ground to allow (y/n) the ability to grind as much as he wanted, his hips still thrusting roughly into the other being’s mouth, a more guttural groan leaving his lips as he felt (y/n)’s tongue against his cock.

As his hips bucked into Astarion’s boot, (y/n) whined around the elf’s length, a few small gags escaping him whenever it would hit the back of his throat, causing more tears to prick the corners of his eyes and eventually fall down his cheeks.

“No, no my sweet, no tears, you’re doing so good for me.” Astarion brought up his other hand to rest on (y/n)’s cheek and brush away some of the tears that fell, despite enjoying them greatly, he didn’t like seeing his precious one in pain and eased up on his thrusts slightly, trying not to hit the back of the other man’s throat, instead focusing on moving his boot again to apply more pressure against (y/n)’s swollen clit, giving the kneeling man more pleasure.

More whines and moans fell from the other being’s lips, muffled by the cock still thrusting into his mouth, but still clear as can be for Astarion, who listened to them greedily, rubbing the top of his boot against (y/n)’s slit with more pressure, feeling the other man’s thighs quake slightly as he neared his climax, the high elf feeling his own growing closer.

“That’s it, so close darling, you’re doing so well for me,” rubbing his thumb over (y/n)’s cheek, Astarion encouraged the kneeling man to continue grinding and sucking on his cock, his thrusts getting slightly more erratic as the hand holding the back of (y/n)’s head started to grip his hair, bringing the man’s head closer to the base of his cock, causing him to gag slightly more.

With another muffled whimper, (y/n)’s thighs tightened around Astarion’s boot as he came, his hips stilling as his body shook lightly with pleasure, his mouth opening more as the man’s eyes rolled back into his head slightly. Astarion grinned again as he felt (y/n)’s thighs clamp down onto his foot, knowing he brought the other man to his climax and speeding up his own thrusts once more before letting out a low growl as he came into (y/n)’s mouth, pulling his head closer to his crotch until the man’s nose was buried in the elf’s pubic hair.

“Such a good boy, swallow it all now, don’t waste anything.” (y/n) followed the order unconsciously, his body still quaking slightly with pleasure as he came down from his own high, his lips closing around Astarion’s cock as he swallowed everything that was left in his mouth with small whine before pulling off with a soft pop, his eyes hazed, cheeks flushed. The white-haired elf smiled down at the other man and gently pet his head, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead as he pulled his boot from between (y/n)’s legs, his hand still cupping the other man’s cheek in a gentle hold.

“You did well, my sweet, but I think we could do much more tonight, couldn’t we?” Without much of another word from (y/n), Astarion pulled the other man to his feet, despite how shaky his legs might be, and pressed him against the nearest tree, kissing him roughly and passionately, it seemed the night was far from over for (y/n).

[beautifulblooms]

A little catching up - Prince Sidon x Male Reader SMUT

So lmao, I finally got around to writing some nsfw content, this is actually fairly old but I figured I’d dig through some of my old files and post some things, I’m not super proud of this (deadass forgot I had it too, but I hope y’all enjoy it)

Heads-up, this doesn’t exactly reflect my current writing style (didn’t wanna rewrite all 3.2k words of it) so it might read a little funky with the first person reader.

Btw there will be more coming soon too, I’ve got a few projects in the works with CoD stuff.

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

It’s been a long fucking week, first, you had to leave the domain to accompany Link on one of his quests, which left you bruised and pissed off. Then on the way back a blood moon rose to the sky and revived all the lizalfos, the octorocks, bokoblins, moblins, and even a few stray guardians that had landed themselves on the path back up to the domain. Finally reaching the bridge that led straight into the kingdom you sighed, the sun had risen by then and all you wanted to do was lay on Sidon’s stomach while he floated above the deep waters of the East reservoir.

Each step after the other felt forced and almost not your own as your legs began their usual path from the bridge up to the reservoir dam where the bed you had been given resided. Hoping to find your lover sprawled out there waiting for you or swimming within the waters you were sorely disappointed when he appeared to not even be there. Nor had anything changed in the area since you left. The bed was perfectly made from when you last left it. None of the bottles or dishes on the sides had been moved or opened. Even a thin layer of dust had begun to form, strange given the room was open air. Giving into the fact that your royal lover wasn’t there, you lay on the bed after removing your shield, armor, and weapons from their places amongst your body. Pulling the covers over yourself and closing your eyes a deep, well-deserved slumber was yours at last.

As you slept, Sidon was up at Vah Ruta watching over the lands of Hyrule as its red beam was aimed at Calamity Ganon. He had been none the wiser that you returned, your paths hadn’t collided given you could only take the roads home while he could swim all the way to the divine beast if he wished. The sun was directly overhead, noon, when Sidon decided he should head back, missing the comfort of the pools and the joyous laughter of young Zora running about. Climbing down the mountain Sidon wondered if you were back from your trip with Link yet. He only said that you would be gone a week at most, so he counted down the seven days that you were set to be gone. That’s the reason he came all the way up to Ruta, to see if he would be able to find you along the path and walk back to the domain hand in hand.

Once he reached the banks, he began swimming up the rivers, small falls, and finally one of the larger ones leading straight up into the central area of the domain. Asking around if anyone had seen you, the guard stationed at the entrance said you came through and said hello before heading up to the dam. He could’ve settled with a mere nod and would be sent running, but the fact that they told him where you were made him spring faster than he had ever run before. There was no direct path with water to your room, so the bridge and staircase leading up was the only option. Racing up the stairs, nearly falling off around the bends, he makes it to the top and finishes his sprint as he makes it to the bed.

He almost couldn’t help but pick you up and start swinging you around in his arms, but he knew you needed rest and a lot of it. Trips like these with Link always took it out of you and he knew it. Very gently he picked you up in his arms, removing your outer layer of clothes to leave you in a pair of boxers, he headed towards the reservoir. Thank the Goddess you were a deep sleeper, he had no intentions of waking you as he was getting into the lake. Making his way into the water, he turned onto his back with you on his stomach, almost curled up on his abdomen he smiled. He always loved these moments, the world was calm for the two of you, nothing else mattered, it was just you two in a lake with nothing to bother you.

It was nearly dark when you woke up, gently lifting your head, the surroundings set in rather quickly. You were no longer in the bed you fell asleep in, instead, you laid on your lover's chest, in the middle of the reservoir, at dusk.

“Good morning my darling,” he said in a quiet but excited tone, he could only hold back so much joy that you were awake.

“Good morning, well, it’s evening isn’t it” you giggled lightly at the end of your statement, happy to be where you were.

“I’m happy you’re back” Sidon spoke calmly, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.

“I’m happy to be back, and in the one place I favor most of all, with you” Pushing back into his palm you smiled, locking eyes with the prince.

“What shall we do now that you’re awake? We could keep floating out here, go lay in your bed, watch the night sky, explore the mountains, what do you wish to do?” Sidon rattled off the first things he could think of for you both to do now that you were revitalized after your long journey.

“I think I have a better plan my prince, let’s get back to land first” There was a glint in your eyes as you said it, he couldn’t figure out what you meant by it but agreed nonetheless and started using his feet to kick you both back to the dam.

Standing on solid ground you stretch your limbs out, a few creaks here, a crack there, and a happy sigh leaves your lips. Coming up behind you Sidon wraps his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him.

“So what did you have in mind my dear?” He whispered, the moment was peaceful and he dared not break it.

“How about we spend some quality time together, on my bed, for a few hours, and possibly have some fun while we’re at it?” There was that glint in your eyes, once again he couldn’t quite figure it out, but with the way your tone relayed its sultry message, he came to understand very quickly.

“I think that’s a lovely idea, but I do have a question,” you hummed, urging him to continue, “who’s going to be on top?”

“I’ve been gone far too long, and I want to please you my prince, allow me to do so.” Turning around to face him you started running a hand up his chest, leaving it near his pecs as he thought over his response.

“Then be my guest” Sidon replied huskily as he unwrapped his arms from you and headed towards your bed. Once in your small room, the boxers you had left yourself in were thrown to the side, next to everything you stripped off before your slumber. Sidon laid himself back on the bed, it was just big enough to where he could stretch his legs out and they had a couple inches before the end of the mattress. Spreading his legs apart with a hand on either of his knees, you scoot between them.

“How rough do you want me to be?” A normal question you would ask before sex, always wanting to make sure you weren’t too rough on the Zora.

“As rough as you please,” the look he gave you said more than his words did, needing no further response you continued to move closer to his crotch. Beginning to push onto his sheath, two tips began to poke their way through. A groan leaves Sidon’s mouth as you continue to prod at his sheath, he’s not all too used to having someone else do it for him. Finally able to see half of his cocks, you begin to lightly tug on them as well, encouraging them to fully come out. With a little more pressure and jerking of the lengths, they are fully erect and out of their sheath. Sidon locked eyes as you began to kiss the tip of each cock, a small whimper escapes him when the kisses become sloppier and precum starts to leak from his slits. Now you have deep-throated one of his lengths before, and while you’ve tried both, it’s never been possible for you. That was going to change today. Taking one into your mouth, you start the usual routine.

Sucking on one while your hand slowly pumps the other, after about a minute or two, you switch dicks, using your saliva as a lube of sorts to make it easier to jack him off.

“Oh my Goddess, (y/n) please keep going, you feel so good.” All Sidon could do was beg you to keep going and moan out with how good you made him feel. Pulling off his cock, you began to jerk both lightly, then you pushed both tips to your lips. Sidon let out a gasp as you took the first few inches of both cocks into your mouth. “Please don’t hurt yourself dEAR-“ his words were cut off with a moan as you shoved another few inches into your mouth. His lengths were equal in size, but they were not small in any capacity, both were long and thick, so 5-6 inches deep into both you could feel the tears beginning to streak down your face.

Once you got comfortable with that bit in your mouth you started bobbing your head, pushing a little bit further each time you went down. Eventually, you managed to get both cocks to the back of your throat, feeling the tips smack into your throat was a shock, a painfully pleasant one. Sidon put a hand on your head as he tried to steady himself with how much pleasure he was receiving from you. Moans and grunts were all he could produce at this point, too overwhelmed to form words let alone a sentence. Slowly speeding up once you felt his hand grip

your (h/l) (h/c) locks, the moans he let out became louder and higher pitched, he was coming close to his peak, and that only spurred you on further.

Thankful for the distance you had from the domain now more than ever as his volume somehow only increased. His hand never actually pushed you down further or faster than you went, he knew you were providing more than enough pleasure for him that he dared not intervene. A few more bobs of your head and he came, shooting stream after stream of thick cum down your throat. A lovely thing about Zora, their sperm glows in the dark, a beautiful thing to see especially when it’s nighttime. As you pulled off his cocks, a small bit of his cum dribbled out of the corner of your mouth. Swallowing whatever was in your mouth still, you made eye contact, heaving right after and moving forward to kiss Sidon.

“Every time I taste you, you only get better my prince.” Your words made him moan into the kiss, only able to speak between the searing lip lock you were caught in. As you moved a hand to his face, the other was busy at his ass, finding his hole rather quickly before using some of his own cum as lube. Pushing a finger in he moaned into the kiss once more, before you pulled away to scoot back on the bed. Making yourself level with his hole you began to stick your tongue inside of it, licking and opening him gently with the wet muscle before coming back in with a finger and then two. Scissoring those gently before getting rougher and rougher in your motions, a third finger is added as the process repeats once more.

“How do you feel Sidon, how do I make you feel?” Asking for his praise he moans and manages to get a few words out.

“Amazing! No one else could ever make me feel the way you make me feel!” Finally getting what you want, you remove your fingers, pleased with how stretched he is. Using some of your own spit left on your hand, you lube up your cock before aligning it with his hole. Slowly pushing the tip in he grabs at the sheets, trying to go slowly even with the urge to shove your whole length into him. Inch by inch you work your dick into his tight hole, reaching your pelvis you stop and let him rest with your dick fully inside. Sidon taps your thigh giving you a “go ahead” before you start moving slowly. Pulling out to the tip you push back in slowly, once you set this slow steady pace Sidon takes a couple of minutes to get used to it before begging you to speed up.

“Please (y/n), go faster please, we both know I can take it.” His words just urge you to pull out and slam back in. A shrill moan is ripped from his lips as you start a brutal pace into him. He was right about one thing, he could take whatever you gave him. Continuing the pace you grab his thighs, attempting to just push them up so his legs are bent. You continue with his legs like that for a good while before you decide you want to be deeper into your lover. Grabbing the back of his thighs you push them to lay on his chest, the new angle allows you to shove yourself all the way into his hole.

“BY THE GODDESS YES!” Sidon screams at the top of his lungs, his prostate well abused by now as your tip continues to jackhammer away at it. At some point, he grabs his legs by himself and holds them to his chest to allow you to use your arms for whatever you please. A hand went to his throat while the other went to his cocks, lightly squeezing his throat and jacking him off at the same time. It took very little time with all this stimulation to cum for the second time that night, the luminescent liquid splattering his chest, yours as well, your hands, and some even made it to his face.

“Look at you all covered in your own cum, how beautiful it is to see you glowing from it.” A chuckle followed your statement as you continued your brutal pace into his asshole. Letting go of his cocks to let them rest after orgasm, your other hand went to support you by holding onto his thigh. It only took another dozen thrusts or so before you were pouring your cum into his ass, filling him up with more than just your dick. Pulling out you let yourself catch your breath as Sidon stared up at you, blissed out and the happiest he’s ever been. “How about one more hm?” He perked up at your words, confused by what you meant. Then it all clicked when he saw you pulling his thighs down and straddling his waist.

“Wait (y/n) I just came and so did you, shouldn’t we wait a minute?” He hurriedly spoke, trying to figure out your rush in movement.

“But the best pleasure comes from that.” The words you spoke were full of lust, and nothing but it as you started to slowly grab and jerk off his cocks. Rising up above them, you aligned both with your own hole, slowly pushing down. Now you were not stretched nearly as much as he was for your cock, so the process of sinking down took much longer. Managing to get both tips in, you sit there for a moment, letting you both adjust to the feeling, then half an inch further, a rest, half an inch, rest, an inch, rest. This continued until you were sitting on both cocks, both deep inside your ass, brushing your prostate just by sitting there. Slowly you pulled your hips up, pulling out until his cocks were halfway out of you, then falling back down onto them. Doing this again and again you tried to set a pace for yourself on his massive lengths.

Finally getting a steady pace you pull out until nothing but his tips are inside you, then slam back down. You both moan louder than ever and then you do it again, lift up, slam down. Continuing over and over again, until you are simply fucking yourself dumb on his cocks. You knew his orgasm was approaching quickly when he started to grasp at your thighs and thrust up slightly when you came down. With his help thrusting up, you started to feel that oh-so-familiar knot bundling up in your stomach. Keeping up the pace you set, it took not more than 10 minutes before you both came in sync. Your cum shot onto his chest and face while he shot into your ass, filling you so much that it began to leak out around his cocks.

You sat there for a good while, not wanting to move from the rather comfortable position. After roughly 15 minutes you slowly pulled his softened cocks out of you, cum dripped out of your stretched hole and he was covered in it. Moving to lay beside him, you collapsed once you weren’t directly over him, shimmying closer to his larger frame for warmth.

“Was that enough pleasure for you my prince?” You ask quietly, not able to raise your voice with how sore your throat is.

“That was more than pleasure my dear, that was ecstacy and nirvana.” He gazed down at you as he spoke each word was quieter than the last. Sleep was slowly becoming a need for both of you, but not wishing to sleep covered in layers of cum you stood up and walked to the lake.

“Are you going to come wash yourself or are you going to lay there covered in cum?” Turning around to face Sidon, he moved his head up to look at you, not even thinking twice before standing up very slowly and carefully, having orgasmed three times he was shaky. Grabbing your hand, you both stepped into the lake and started to wash yourselves. Moving closer to the Zora you started helping him wash off some of the sweat and semen from his chest and face. Once you were both clean, you’d stepped out of the lake and walked back to the bed. Sidon’s cocks had gone back into their sheath by now, but you just grabbed your boxers you haphazardly discarded earlier and slipped them on.

Sidon removed the cum and sweat-covered sheets on the bed before grabbing a fresh set for you both to sleep on. Laying down he opened his arms, awaiting you to climb into bed with him to sleep. Falling into his arms, you snuggled ever closer to his chest before closing your eyes.

“Goodnight my prince, I love you.”

“I love you as well my dear, sleep well.”

[beautifulblooms]

A Lord Brought to His Knees - Karl Heisenberg x Male Reader SMUT

So I may have more things to pull out of my hell that is google drive, anyways, enjoy this shit show, not actually proofread btw, this hasn’t been touched in at least a good couple years, so once again first person pov might be shitty.

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Let’s just start off with how Karl ended up in this situation, he decided to be a bitch for much longer than he should’ve been. You were both called to a meeting held by Mother Miranda and of course, Karl wanted to try and tease you. Wrong day, wrong time, things were already going haywire because of some mishaps in the factory that day. One of the dead bodies that had been experimented on got out of its little holding area and started causing havoc. This led to a very upset you, a few broken tables and doors, and one very dead experiment. So when Karl decided to tease you at the meeting by brushing up against your crotch several times, even palming you through your pants once or twice, you knew that tonight he would get his punishment. And that he wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. Exiting the chapel you grabbed Karl’s wrist and began pulling him to your shared sector of the Romanian countryside you lived in.

“Woah, what's with the rush doll? We’ve got plenty of time to get back to the factory before dark, besides none of the lycans would dare touch either of us.” Karl said trying to A. figure out what pissed you off and B. calm you down a bit.

“Oh trust me, I’m well aware of that, but you on the other hand should be worrying about what’s going to happen as soon as we make it back to that factory. Now walk faster.” There was nothing but anger and bitterness dripping from your words as the walking pace you set became faster. Karl realized he might’ve pushed you too far and now he would have to deal with the outcome, he could handle it, right? Spoiler alert, no he couldn’t. Upon reaching the factory and opening the main doors, you dragged Karl inside and slammed the door shut. “You have exactly five minutes to get your ass up to our room, strip naked, and lay yourself out on that bed before I come up there and give you what you deserve.”

There was nothing but anger and lust in your voice as you gave him very clear instructions about what you expected of him. Karl soon hightailed it up the stairs, taking off his hat, coat, and glasses on the way up. Opening the door to your shared room he began stripping the rest of his clothes, his boots and socks followed by his belt and necklace. Quickly pulling off his shirt and pants along with his underwear he jumped onto the bed, laying himself out like you instructed. You, on the other hand, took your sweet time to get the ropes you had been saving, nylon ropes so they wouldn’t hurt his wrists and ankles too badly and walked up to the bedroom where a naked Karl awaited you.

Walking through the still-open door you looked to the right to see Karl on the bed, sprawled out with a hard-on. A smirk came over your lips, happy he so easily followed directions given how bratty he was earlier. Placing the ropes on the bedside, you began to strip yourself, slowly of course to tease Karl. Once you were down to nothing but your boxers you grabbed the first bundle of the nylon rope, unraveling it to tie up his ankles.

“You my dear have been very obnoxious today, and because of that,” you tied his left ankle to the bedpost, “you will be at my will for the next several hours.” Finishing off his right ankle you moved back to the nightstand to grab the next bundle before repeating a similar process with his wrists at the top of the bed.

“C’mon I didn’t tease you that much I mean it didn’t even look like ya got hard from it.” Karl’s words were shaky, trying to reason with a very angry and horny you was not going well for him, nor would it go well over the rest of the evening.

“I don’t want to hear it, you pushed it too far on a really shitty day and now, here’s the consequences.” A twisted smile replaced your previous expression, finally getting to remind Karl that when he teases there are in fact things you can and will do as retaliation. Finishing up his wrists, you stood back and moved to the end of the bed, staring down at the lovely sight. The powerful Lord Heisenberg tied to his bed with a raging boner almost begging to be touched at all. Walking back over to the nightstand you open the drawer on the bottom, pulling out a black gift box, this is where Karl starts to regret what he did. Once open, all the lovely little toys and things you could ever want to use on Karl were inside vibrators, fleshlights, plugs, dildos, cock rings, and even a cock cage, to say you had the strangest order history from the Duke was an understatement.

Looking down at your options, you pulled out one of the vibrators that you could strap around his dick and one of the larger plugs. Placing the box by his feet you crawl onto the bed and straddle his chest to face his dick, strapping the vibrator around his cock and turning it on pretty high he began to jerk his hips up at the mild touch from you, and extreme stimulation he was now experiencing.

“Oh fuck me, why so god damned high?” Karl was groaning and forced some words out in protest of your actions.

“I will just give it a while, and it’s turned up so high because I said so.” There was a bittersweet tone to your voice, happy with how he was taking the punishment. Moving off his chest, you turned around and shuffled between his legs, now grabbing the plug you pulled out. “This will stand in for me for a little bit, so get comfy.” You smiled sickly at him, the face he made was enjoyable to you given what you were currently doing. Pushing the plug to his rim, you started slowly feeding it into his hole, moans left the lord below you. Finally bottoming out the plug, you began to thrust it in and out of him gently, trying to make this enjoyable for him for the short period you were touching him. Thrusting it in one last time, you let go of the glass plug that now sat inside of him, a small noise of distaste left his mouth when you stepped off the bed and moved to the desk chair on the other side of the room, in perfect view of the bed.

“So are you just going to watch me deal with all of this from over there?” Karl was upset that you weren’t touching him, his words still shaky, and struggled as the vibrator continued its job.

“Yeah, I am, I might just read a few chapters of a book while I’m at it.” Another sickly sweet smile was sent in his direction while you grabbed the book off the desk to your left, opening it to where you had read last. However, Karl was rather determined to get you to touch him, moaning, groaning, and whining too loud for you to focus on the words written on the page.

“Please just come touch me, anything, please, I’m sorry, ple-” Karl’s sentence was quickly cut off by his first orgasm of the night, you were honestly surprised it took this long considering you had put the vibrator on nearly 5 minutes ago.

“I thought I made myself very clear that I was going to let you deal with all that for a while before I did anything, this is your punishment remember?” Without even looking up from the book you tried to remind him once more that he was in the dog house for the shit he pulled earlier. Trying to once again focus on the novel in your hands you took a deep breath and started reading. The sounds of Karl’s moans and whines were pleasant background noise at this point, you were now able to tune them out to some degree, but still keep track of how many orgasms he was having.

Finishing off the 20th page of that evening, you looked over at Karl for the first time since you sat down. His face was covered in tears, spit dribbled down his chin and mixed into his beard as his abdomen and thighs were drenched in his own cum. The sight could make anyone turned on, but knowing that this happened because of you made it even better. Accepting that his five orgasms were enough without your help, you grabbed the bookmark and placed it between the pages, closing and setting down the book on the desk before standing up. Walking to the end of the bed you smiled at Karl.

“How do you feel baby?” Your mind was still set on making sure he knew better than trying to tease you in front of everyone again.

“Please just fucking touch me, it hurts please, I’m sorry I won’t do it again just *groan* touch me” Satisfied with the response you got, you crawled onto the bed, sitting between his legs as you turned off the vibrator and took it off, his cock red and angry, still hard as could be even with cumming five times. Leaning up to his face, you kissed him as a reward for putting up with this for so long. He could’ve just used the safeword after the first few orgasms but he stuck through it like a good little puppy.

“You wanna be touched huh? Who do you want to touch you, who makes you feel the best?” There was still something in you that knew he wasn’t quite broken to where you wanted him, persistent to get him to whine and beg for your dick a little more.

“You, I want you to touch me please, you’re the only one that makes me feel good, please just fuck me, fuck me (y/n)” There it was, that’s all you needed to hear to make you pull the plug out of his ass. Standing up to pull your boxers off, you reached over to the nightstand once more to grab the bottle of lube you kept in the top drawer. Popping the cap off, squirting some of the cold viscous liquid into your palm before rubbing some on your cock, now fully erect at the sight of the fearsome Lord Heisenberg broken to almost nothing. Getting back onto the bed, you sat between his spread thighs, moving one of your fingers that still had lube on it to his ass and pushing it in slowly. His moans were like music to your ears, curling the finger you had inside him you quickly put in a second and started to scissor them.

“Just put it in already, I’ve been sitting with that plug up my ass for an hour, I’m more than stretched.” His bitter attitude was making you wish you had left him for another hour.

“I will fuck you when I want to fuck you, and you will be patient.” You should’ve known that he would backmouth you as soon as you started to touch him. Continuing with your stretching you shove a third finger in and continue to scissor him. The only noises in the room were the squelching of his lubed hole and his moans. Pleased with how stretched he was you pulled your fingers out and jacked yourself off a few times before pressing the tip to his ass. Finally pushing into him, you slowly continued inch by inch, his hole almost sucking in more of your dick each time you pushed in more. Bottoming out you just let the both of you sit there for a minute, letting Karl get used to feeling full and you get used to his walls squeezing your cock.

Pulling all the way out to the tip of your cock, you slammed back into his hole setting a brutal pace, only chasing your own pleasure at this point. Pounding his prostate his moans jump a pitch as he grabs at the ropes binding his wrists to the bedposts wishing he could do nothing more than rake his nails down your back.

“Let me touch you, I want to hold you, (y/n) please” Karl’s composure was starting to fully crumble, and you smiled at his begging. You were not about to let him possibly overpower you by letting his arms free so you pulled out of him and moved down the bed. He whined as you left his hole, not happy that his pleasure had ended, no matter how painful it was. Untying his ankles very quickly, you moved between his thighs again and pushed into him setting your pace back to what it was.

“Y-ou bastar-“A moan cut off Karl’s words as you rammed into his prostate, changing your angle to make sure you hit every time now.

“Be careful with your words pup, they might just be your ruin.” There were a couple of breaks in your sentence as low groans left your throat. Karl’s walls clenched around your cock as he came once more, seeing him cum only spurred you on more to keep pounding into him. “God you look so hot like this, covered in your own cum while I fuck you dumb.”

Karl could only reply with whines, not able to formulate words with how fast your hips pistoned into his. He was starting to break down to where you wanted him, finally. Not slowing down at all you continued to ram your cock head into his prostate, he needed to cum at least two more times before you were satisfied with his punishment. After a few more thrusts into him, he started to clench around you. The added pressure to your cock made you cum into him, but he wasn’t getting away just yet.

Continuing the brutal assault on Karl’s prostate, your thrusts didn’t slow down, you barely felt any overstimulation at all. His whines and pleas to slow down were music to your ears as Karl looked up at you with teary eyes and puffy cheeks.

“Does puppy like my cock pounding his hole?” The taunting only brought more whines, poor thing couldn’t make any actual words anymore. “C’mon I don’t like being ignored, give me an answer pup.”

“Y- *hic* ye-ess” managing to get but the one word out was hard enough for the lord, with his overstimulated body and throat raw from moaning. Karl’s orgasm came quickly with each pound of your hips onto his, the knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter before he came. Well, not really. He orgasmed, but it was dry, nothing but his stiff cock sitting there and a blissed-out look on his face.

“Just one more baby, I know you can do it for me.” Your tone started to show more kindness, and I'm happy that Karl put up with so much of this already. Folding his legs at the knee, you threw them over your shoulder, locking Karl into a mating press. Somehow you managed to only get faster in this position as your cock head drove even deeper into your lover's ass. A few minutes later Karl had yet another dry orgasm while you finished chasing your second, filling him to the brim. You let Karl’s legs go from their position but didn’t quite leave him just yet. The moment you took to catch your breath, you also used to lean up to the smaller male's wrists and untie them from their bonds.

The lord was too weak now to do anything but lay limply on the bed, legs still loosely wrapped around you. Pulling out you groaned from the wave of pain and overstimulation that hit you, only able to imagine how Karl would be feeling in the next few hours. You climbed off the bed and headed to the connected bathroom, knowing you couldn’t lift Karl up, and that he definitely couldn’t walk you settled on wetting a rag and heading back to him.

“Hey baby, do you need anything? Some water or Tylenol?” there was nothing but love and pure contentment in your voice as you began to wipe Karl’s chest, thighs, and face down with the rag.

“Mmhm” so weak from the rough treatment he couldn’t even express more than a groan of approval.

“Alright, I’ll get you some water” Leaving a kiss on his head, you snagged your boxers off the floor near the desk and slipped them on, headed down the hall to the kitchen to grab one of Karl’s mugs. Easier to hold a mug than a glass in his condition. Then rummaging through one of the cabinets you found the Tylenol, pouring two into your palm you headed back to the bedroom. Karl hadn’t moved an inch from where he was when you left the room. “Here, sit up a little.” Placing the pills and water on the nightstand you helped to move him up slightly with a couple of pillows behind his back.

Giving him everything he needed you sat down next to him, running a hand over his thigh.

“Remind me not to piss you off again” A small chuckle from you followed his statement.

“Oh baby, I could remind you time and time again but you wouldn’t listen, we both know you’re too stubborn for that.” You leaned up to lightly kiss him on the lips. It was already past dusk, and he decided it best to simply lay in bed and sleep until morning, not like he was going to be up early like normal.

“You sure you’re okay? I didn’t go too hard on you?” Trying to see what level of care he would need in the morning you asked him a couple of questions.

“If you went too hard I would’ve said the damn safe word, now get over here and cuddle me.” His demand was cute, but you followed it nonetheless, not wishing to be anywhere else in the world at that moment.

“I love you my dear Lord Heisenberg.”

“I love you too Lord (L/N)”

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I shine only with the light you gave me - Denied! Father Figure! Price + Male! Sergeant! Reader

So I'm an evil little twat, and based this off "The Moon Will Sing for Me" by The Crane Wives, it's totally evil and very sad, trigger warning for death, won't tell ya whose, gotta read that besties, anyway, enjoy!

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

It had been a rough mission, returning to base with a bullet wound in his arm, it wasn’t (y/n)’s dominant arm but it still made steadying his gun difficult. Walking back to Price’s office to give his mission report, (y/n)’s injured arm was wrapped and covered by the sleeve of his hoodie, the bandages not visible, but the dark circles under his eyes and the slumped shoulders showed his exhaustion perfectly fine. 

(y/n) had talked with Captain Price a few weeks before now about how he felt connected to the older man like he was the father figure he never had growing up…and the captain hadn’t taken it well, straight up refusing to acknowledge or interact with the younger man outside of professional meetings no matter how hard (y/n) tried to talk to him. 

Knocking on the door of Price’s office, (y/n) waited for a response, the usually warm and kind voice of his captain present and giving him a little bit of hope. “Come in, door’s open,” Price didn’t look up from the papers on his desk when the door opened, continuing to write until he heard (y/n)’s voice, the pen in his hand slowly being gripped harder as he tried to keep himself calm.

“I’ve got my mission report, it um, it went well, minimal injuries to the team.” Setting the small stack of stapled papers on the corner of Price’s desk, (y/n) took a step back as he spoke fairly softly but still with some confidence, hoping to get to actually talk to Price today.

“Thank you, sergeant, you’re free to leave. You have another mission in a few days, be sure to rest while you can.” The words were forced on Price’s part, he didn’t want to form more of a connection with the younger man, knowing that it would only lead to disappointment for (y/n) at the very least. He had no idea how to be a father figure, Price was lost in the concept of treating someone like his son, one he’d never had or planned to have. He regretted letting (y/n) get so close to him at all, Price knew that the young soldier would do anything he asked, any mission, anything that needed to be done in the shadows he made.

Taking a small step back from the desk, (y/n) considered telling Price about the injury to his arm, but he also figured that if he was being sent on another mission so soon, he must be doing something right…right? “Of course, I’ll be sure to do that,” Without much of another word, (y/n) turned on his heel and left Price’s office, thinking about what else he could’ve done, he’d been trying so hard to earn his approval, just like he had with his actual father. He wanted nothing more than to be told he’d done a good job, that the man he treated and loved like the sun, like a father, saw him in the same light. 

The next few days he should’ve been resting were spent worrying, thinking about how badly this mission could go…little did (y/n) know that it was exactly that, the mission wouldn’t be good. It started out well, (y/n) had gone in with his team and easily navigated through the “abandoned” Soviet bunker, found the needed information, and were headed out to exfil…little did they know that it wasn’t abandoned, and a selection of Al-Qatala soldiers were headed towards (y/n)’s unit. 

(y/n) and the rest of his team were more than halfway to exfil when they started to be attacked by the enemy soldiers. It wasn’t more than they’d dealt with before…but the sniper far off from the rest of the group was a damn good shot, and right when one of the other sergeants of (y/n)’s unit saw the lens flare…he’d been shot in the stomach, causing (y/n) to fall to the forest floor with a shocked expression painted on his face.

His team quickly handled the rest of the Al-Qatala soldiers, including the sniper, but they were too late for (y/n), who was slowly bleeding out into the leaves and grass below him, his blood mixing with the dirt as he looked up at the moon, full and bright in the dark sky. The bullets still whizzing around him were almost nonexistent as (y/n)’s vision started to fade to a tunnel, his only focus on the moon and the sounds of the forest, the birds and other animals calling to their friends and family, the soft rustle of his body against the leaves below him, it was like the moon was singing a song to him as he died. 

Closing his eyes fully, (y/n) couldn’t help but smile as he heard his teammate shout about the sniper being down…at least they’d get out without being hurt too badly. Laying there he couldn’t help but think about Price, the father figure he couldn’t have, the father figure he wanted to have. 

“The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun…bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own…I shine only in the light you gave me…I shine only with the light you gave me”

The funeral was planned for a few weeks later, Price made sure it was as beautiful as (y/n) deserved, stepping to the casket he couldn’t bear to look fully at the young soldier he’d failed…the soldier he saw like a son but refused to accept when he wanted and needed it most

“I’m so sorry my boy…you didn’t deserve this, you deserved to shine like the sun, not to live in the light I gave you”

[beautifulblooms]

you know what’s going down can i get a little crack as a treat, please? specifically: throwing a slice of cheese at könig’s hood like he’s a cat? thank you pookie bear xx

König is the cheese cat - absolute crack with male reader

enjoy this at most 150 words of crack of König getting hit with cheese like a cat and being his boyfriend

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

(Y/n): walking around the KorTac base with a slice of American cheese in hand

Horangi: “what the hell do you have that for?”

(Y/n): “watch” continues to walk towards König

König: “oh, hallo liebling? What do you have th-“ 

(Y/n): throws slice of cheese straight at König’s face so it sticks to his mask

Horangi: smacks hand on table while laughs like a dying hyena 

(Y/n): now running from his boyfriend cause he done fucked up but it was funny

König: “(y/n)! Komm hierher zurück!” actively chasing his boyfriend through the base

(Y/n): “WORTH IT!!”

[beautifulblooms]

Bloody hell, lemme tell you how i followed you instantly after seeing the shit that fem reader put you through. The fic writing community already has soooooo damn much fem! Readers, and never enough for the male side, as a masc reader myself I cant thank you enough for the yummy food you give, as well as other writers like you. Fuck them if they cant see the beauty of writing. Because x readers arent only for a feminine audience. Its for everyone to enjoy. Have a lovely day/night!

I wish I had a way to clip what I said in response to this message when I read it, first instinct was straight up "Oh you're lovely, OH YOU'RE LOVELY"

Anyways, thank you for the follow and the sweet words, I hope you have a good day/night as well <3

[beautifulblooms]

I am gonna make this very clear rn, again, before I continue writing requests and my own ideas here.

I ask for fem readers(she/her pronoun users) not to interact with my work because it wasn’t written for you. You take offense when I ask and defy my wishes out of spite. I don’t like arguing and it never ends well any way but DNI if the post asks or you will simply be blocked. I write for male and non binary readers because it is tiring and for some very dysphoric to read self-inserts that use the wrong pronouns, desired anatomy, or assigned anatomy. It gets very annoying when its a simple request that has upsetting repercussions for someone else to get upset with me for. I can take off anon or simply delete all my works if it means you will stop. I do check who interacts with my works and so do my other mlm and nblm writer friends. This is just free time I use and I can put it towards something else. I write for a community that doesn’t include you (fem readers) and all I ask is for you to DNI.

[beautifulblooms]

Tee hee tee hee!!!! Bestie I have a gift for you!

Hobie x retired Spider-Man!reader (established romance). They are the same age and all but the reader quit his title and went back to being a civilian and one day exposes who he was when saving a kid and was shot by a cop who was in charge of detaining Spider-Man a long time ago. Then Hobie gets a call say reader is in the hospital. What happens to the reader is up to you :>

Too Late to be a Hero - Hobie Brown x Male! Reader

so you said angst for this, and I got to decide what happened to the reader, suffer for that Valeria shit you pulled on me earlier

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Rushing into the hospital, Hobie was damn near frantic after the call he received mere minutes ago about his boyfriend (y/n). He never knew that (y/n) was once Spider-Man like him, hell the man had been surprised when Hobie told him that he was Spider-Man. So to now be running through a hospital, frantically searching for the operating theater with his boyfriend in it after he was shot by a cop, was something Hobie never expected. 

Making it outside the operating theater, Hobie demanded he be let in, but the doctors, nurses, and even some of the security guards told him to sit down and wait like everyone else. Begrudgingly so, Hobie sat down outside the operating room with a nervous and worried expression, the only thoughts floating in his mind being how this could have happened, how his boyfriend, seemingly normal and innocent, could’ve ever been Spider-Man before him and was now in surgery because of it. 

What Hobie didn’t know was that the reason (y/n) was fighting for his life was due to a near life-long grudge with a police officer who was tasked with catching Spider-Man while (y/n) was still taking on the role of the hero. (y/n) was only trying to save a child from a car that had skipped the red light by shooting a web to bring them back to the sidewalk, not caring that it outed him as his former secondary identity until it was too late and there was already a bullet through his torso. 

Now he lay in a medically induced coma with his chest opened and being operated on, his boyfriend nearly sick and crying with worry outside of the operating room praying for the first time in his life to any god or goddess that would listen to him. 

After less than an hour of being operated on, one of the doctors stepped out of the operating theatre to address Hobie, her clothes stained with (y/n)’s blood as she took a step closer to the man in front of her. 

“Sir, I hate to inform you…he won’t make it…we suggest you say your goodbyes while he’s stable.” Without another word, the doctor went back into the operating theater leaving Hobie in utter shock, this simply couldn’t happen, he had plans with (y/n), he’d made too many sacrifices and given too much to the relationship to lose him now. 

With shaky legs and wet cheeks, Hobie walked into the operating room and approached his boyfriend, a simple blue, medical cloth covering the very open cavity of his chest as (y/n) was still under the anesthesia, not awake or aware of his surroundings. Hobie grasped (y/n)’s hand gently and pressed a kiss to the back of it while he brought a hand to his boyfriend’s face to brush his thumb over his cheek, more tears slipping down his own.

“Please don’t leave me love…I can’t do this without you.” Those were the only words he could get out before the heart monitor started to hiccup, (y/n)’s heartbeat becoming increasingly unstable before it flatlined. Letting out a choked sob, Hobie pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead as he still held his hand, refusing to let go despite the doctors and nurses trying to pull him away as he mumbled a million “I love you”’s under his breath. He didn’t know what else to do as he watched the one person he’d ever consider taking a label for himself slip from his grasp, and he couldn’t even fix it

[beautifulblooms]

YOU HATE ME AND WANT ME DEAD YOU MOTHER FUCKER

Joven y hermosa

Valeria Garza x male reader

summary: Valeria questions how you lover her with all of the things she does.

warnings: mentions of drug cartels and terrorism, implied self doubt, not much else.

Fem readers DNI

recommended you listen to Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey while you read.

(Wrote this mainly to cause my dear friend and writer pain)

Valeria had been in the drug cartel business for a long time. Living by rules like, Keep friends close and enemies closer. She has been the mastermind on helping up and coming terrorists to keep her business intact, cause as everyone knew as long as terrorism existed her drug cartel would never have a war to worry about. A lot of sacrifices had to be given to get where she was and nothing could make her give that up. Or at least nothing ever made her question it…until she met you.

A romantic relationship, something she never expected to find after whatever fling she had with Alejandro when a part of the Mexican Special Forces. It took a long time for her to even accept that she liked you and even longer to trust you enough to want you close. You never really left her side when she needed you and all she did was buy you something to show gratitude. Valeria after a while would question if you would love her if she continued her business. Every decision made her think of you, you were who she did it for now. Something in her head knew what she did was morally “wrong” but it meant you were safe and she could be with you. 

Valeria always thought that for all the love and care you gave her, she struggled to do the same without feeling as though her efforts were not good enough. Her wall between the world and her emotions was crumbling. Something about doing this made her think you didn’t want her to do this. Would you leave her? Would your love fade? What would happen as you both continued to grow. She knew you would but seeing the war and how she would take advantage of it made her feel sick.

Would you really want to live this life till it takes hold of your own? SHe knew she couldn’t leave but you still could. You had a life in the new age to live and discover. Your electric soul would live in her mind forever as hers ached.

“¿Me seguirás amando cuando no tenga nada más que mi alma dolorida?” She whispered to you one night as you were relaxing. She knew you didn’t know what she said completely but taking what you did know you nodded and intertwined your pinky with hers.

It made her smile a bit. She was never a fan of touch and you were always respectful of that. She didn’t deserve you. She knew that but selfishness took over and she kept you. You were her man, her life, her reason, and her fear. She wished that as she grew older and less conventionally attractive that you would stay.

Valeria wasn’t religious but she would pray that you would stay by her side forever. She got to know more than just a pretty face as did you and you needed each other. Wanted each other and forever would love one another. Everything from the music you say reminds you of her to just the way you love her unconditionally whether she thought she was deserving.

“Will you still love me when I’m not young and beautiful?” was the last thing she had asked you before her loud thoughts dimmed as her head rested on your shoulder. Her guard was down around you, she knew you would keep her safe just as she does you.

Silence breaking once more as you replied with a soft and loving “Yes, I will love forever no matter what”

[beautifulblooms]

yeah you can still report them even if they're in anon, that just hides them but not the account as long as i know. u r better than me my lack of patience could never 😭 good luck

So far neither my friends or I have gotten anymore since that last one, they might've just pussied out or we got their account flagged/suspended which would also be nice

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oh, btw, to go on anon, they have to have an account. you can report the hate messages and their account will most likely be suspended.

I don't know who you are, but you are a blessed person for sending me this halfway through todays nightmare of messages in my inbox, I've been reporting most of the messages from that anon after seeing this and I just wanted to thank you for reminding me that I could do that

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that just show the level of education that they have, clearly they're someone with way too much inside frustrations lmao it's ridiculous

Frl, it's legit just kind of annoying to open my inbox to that kind of shit, I enjoy opening this thing normally to find requests or stupid little things from my friends, but seeing messages from an anon like that just makes me go "bro, who didn't show you enough love as a kid that you're bullying some college kid"

[beautifulblooms]

and they keep going...

this mf don't know when to stop, it's just annoying now, like they're openly showing that what bothers them about my DNI request is that they're transphobic and don't want a trans man writing MLM fanfics