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[roadkillxd]

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[roadkillxd]

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[roadkillxd]

❝ something unholy. ❞

+ DNI she/her aligned and cis women. Fuck off, this isn't for you.

Ghost x FTM!Reader ↪ 1570 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant Ghost, trans male submissive reader, fem terms used for trans male readers genitalia, consensual drugging, drugged sex, semi-public sex (in the loo), daddy kink, breeding kink, sweat/scent kink, squirting, biting, masochism, body worship, hand jobs, manhandling, oral sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, and unsafe sex.

Simon herds you into the loo, spinning you and slamming you hard against the door. He ravishes your mouth, mask pulled up over his mouth to desperately lick into yours. You groan as your back makes contact with the hardwood, hearing the click of the lock before Simon pulls his mask the rest of the way off, tucking it into his back pocket. 

His mouth never leaves yours, drool gathering messily on both of your chins, and his big hands are restless, unable to settle on any one part of your body as he pulls his hands from your face to slip under the hem of your shirt, squeezing hard at the fat of your hips, the pudge of your stomach, the swell of your chest. 

You pull away for air, staring up at him as you both pant for breath. The bass of the club vibrates you to the core, rattling your bones and shaking the walls around you. It makes the arousal already thundering through your blood that much more potent.

You move forward, arch up to try and pull Simon into another kiss only for him to slam you back against the door once again. His pupils are blown voids of black, kiss swollen lips still parted as he studies your face for a moment before fumbling for something in his pocket. He pulls out an orange vial, twisting the cap off and shaking out a pill he quickly throws back, swallowing with a wet click before he takes out another, holding it between his pointer and forefinger as he presses it to your lips, dram discarded to the sticky floor.

A rumbling groan rattles in his chest as your lips part and he easily slips the small tablet onto your tongue. You let your lips wrap around the digits, sucking them further into your mouth as you swallow the bitter pill down before it can dissolve. 

You bob your head up and down the length of his thick fingers, skin bitter with spilt beer, your eyes fluttering up at him. He looks wrecked, eyes bloodshot and dark. He palms himself with his free hand, cock trapped by only a layer of denim, having gone commando. The zipper of his trousers bites into the loose skin of his cock with each stroke and has him biting his lip to muffle his deep, trembling moans.

You bite down on his fingers teasingly, earning a growl. He pulls his fingers free to instead encase your throat with his big palm, towering over you as he presses his lips to yours once again. The hand groping himself instead moves to your belt, steady and precise in his movements in a way you know will start to grow clumsy as the drugs kick in. 

His slightly calloused fingers dip past your waistband, two fingers swiping through your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers just to bring them to his mouth, licking at the sticky fluid like nectar as he holds your wanton gaze. 

You blink and Ghost’s hands are on your hips, yanking your jeans down your thighs before hoisting you up. You yelp as he simultaneously drops to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders and burying his face into your dripping cunt. He licks at the tight furl of your hole, teasing the tip of his tongue past the twitching muscle before he laps a messy line up to your pussy. 

He’s caught between deep animal groans and desperate moans as he tastes you on his tongue, drinking your slick down like a chaser to his bitter pill before suctioning his lips around your cocklet and sucking hard, making you cry out and grip at his short cropped hair, slick with sweat.

He lets out an honest to God whimper at the sensation of your nails clawing at his scalp, sending an electric tingling down his spine directly to his throbbing cock. 

The haziness of whatever he fed you comes over you like a sudden brain fog, legs shaking and head rolling back on your shoulders as your inhibitions drop and your pleasure spikes. He rumbles a curse against your cunt, managing to pull one leg of your trousers down over your boot so it hangs from your ankle before repositioning you so your legs are wrapped around his waist, the way he so easily manhandles you making you dizzy as he carries you over to the sink. 

The porcelain digs uncomfortably into your lower back but you barely register the feeling past the haze of arousal, each point of contact with Simon’s overheated body creating a pleasant hum beneath your skin. 

He mindlessly humps his still trapped bulge against your mound with a moan, panting against your mouth, too far gone to properly kiss as your slick stains the light colored denim. His dark eyes are hazed over, and he visibly has to fight with himself just to maintain coordination long enough to get his own belt undone, shoving his jeans down only far enough to free his aching cock.

The length of it throbs from neglect, slick with precum that weeps from the bulbous, flushed tip. His foreskin’s drawn back in his erect state, and you can see red marks along the sensitive skin where his zipper had been pinching him.

You reach down to stroke him even as he presses forward, letting his thick cock slide through your puffy, slick folds, the tip nudging your own little cock with each rock of his hips. You’re entranced by the way his foreskin slides up and down his prick, enveloping his cockhead each time you stroke up, twisting your fist around the ridge the way you know he likes, the way that makes his hips buck. 

He sucks and bites at the expanse of your throat, muffling his moans into your skin even as they resonate with the deep bass pounding through the brick walls around you. He's hunched over your body, moving one of your arms up to bury his face against your pit, huffing the musk that's gathered from the overwarm club and the stifling body heat it contains.

You guide his cock down to the entrance of your cunt and he shifts to bite down on your shoulder, holding you down like a bitch to breed as he rams his length into you with one harsh shove forward. 

He presses flush to you, arms wrapped too tight around your torso as he pounds into your sopping pussy, making it hard to breathe, the lewd slapping of his heavy sac against your arse aided by the slick that leaks down to coat the fine blond pubic hair.

His hands palm across your back, nails digging into your skin intermittently and making you jolt with the sharp biting pain that accompanies it. The both of your moans are loud and unrestrained, bouncing and echoing within the porcelain tiled bathroom. If you had enough brain cells left to rub together you might realize Simon brought you to a club as loud as this one for a reason.

He leans back, moving one hand to squeeze a bruise onto your waist and the other to cup the side of your neck, his own spine arching as he gyrates his hips, moving helplessly and mindlessly to the resonating beat, pace deep and bruising. You swear his cockhead kisses the plug of your womb with each brutal thrust, digging into the limits of your cunt. The pain-pleasure blends intangibly, punching out airy moans from your lungs with each shove in. 

Ghost rumbles, leans back over and moves the hand from your waist to thumb at your engorged clit, circling the large nub with practiced motions as his hips stutter, his usual sniper precision made sloppy in his drugged out haze.

“Gonna let daddy breed this boy-cunt?” he speaks, growling, for the first time since he pulled you from your seat to drag you in here. His voice is deep and gravelly and wet, barely able to keep himself cognizant enough to keep the drool from dripping past his lips.

“Please!” You moan out, clawing uselessly at whatever skin you can reach. He barely pulls his cock free with each desperate thrust, pounding ruthlessly into you with only minute twitches of his hips. His thumb still rubs maddeningly over your cock.

A rough callous catches on your hypersensitive tip and you jolt, back arching and cunt clenching down hard as you cum. You realize somewhere in the back of your pleasure-stricken mind that you're squirting on his cock, unable to tell if your mouth falling open in a scream is really silent or not.

Simon’s own hips stutter and he cums with a broken shout, pumping his load into you with jilted movements like he’s trying to fuck it deeper into you. Even when the rippling, arrhythmic fluttering of your walls around his oversensitive cock has his thighs quivering, he keeps his softening cock buried to the hilt, something primal in the back of his brain itching to keep you plugged up with his seed. 

You’re both panting, Simon lifting his head to lick messily into your mouth as you come down from your orgasmic high to instead float upon your drug-induced one, pleasure tingling blissfully at the base of your skull, cunt aching pleasantly around Simon’s girth, even when soft. 

You both ignore the pounding on the lavatory door.

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Alpha price fucking his little omega through his heat? Maybe it’s a poly where reader is the entire team’s omega (if you’re okay with writing that, ik you just did a poly team x reader) and they help their baby boy through his heat together as one big strange dysfunctional pack

Two years late, but...

Poly!141 x M!Reader ↪ 1998 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant alpha Price, cis male switch alpha Ghost, cis male switch alpha Soap, cis male switch alpha Gaz, dual-sex male submissive omega reader, a/b/o dynamic, pack hierarchies, voyeurism, breeding, gangbang/group sex, scenting/scent glands, knotting, natural lubrication, biting, oral sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unsafe sex, and established relationship.

While the op had been successful, it had run overtime, head on into a near week long blizzard that had snowed the team into the safe house and made neither extraction by air nor land possible. The few extra heat suppressants you’d brought in case of emergency had only done so much, especially in the face of your circumstances.

While the old building was equipped with an even older heating system, the rusted burner hadn’t been run nor the oil replaced in what you could only assume had been years. Soap had spent a handful of hours running safety checks while the taskforce kept (tactically) huddled for warmth, the Scot finally determining the old hunk of junk wouldn’t blow the place and everyone inside to smithereens the second it was turned on. 

Safe to run, but the oil was so degraded it burned twice as fast and the tank was only three quarters full, which meant rationing.

Then Soap had mentioned to Price that shit oil makes more exhaust, and while it was the middle of a blizzard in fuck-knows, Russia, they did have valuable (and very stolen) data on them that they’d obtained (very much stolen) not even a few days prior.

So thus, more rationing. Just enough heat to keep everyone from freezing to death, which wasn’t much.

You and the lads had taken two of the three sizable mattresses and pushed them together on the floor, gathering all the blankets and spare linens you could dig out of the basement and closets to make a massive nest to help insulate heat. 

The only time any of you got up out of the thing was to shut the heat on or off, piss or shit, or use the little electronic hotplate Ghost always brought with him; heating snow to wash with or make tea with, or cooking the pantry’s stash of canned beans (that’d expired a month prior) once you’d run out of MREs.

Being out of suppressants in a freezing, enclosed space, nesting near non-stop with the four very fertile alphas whos’ cocks you regularly took was already a pretty good concoction for triggering a flash heat. 

You forgot to take into account you skipped your last medically mandated heat, klepping an extra box of the little pills from the MTF in order to skip your placebos.

Your heat hit hard and fast, awakening you in the night with cold chills, an obscene amount of slick tacky between your bare thighs, your cock achingly hard and hole achingly empty.

Price, who’d been pressed up to your back in nothing but ratty sweats and wool thick socks, awoke first. The scent of your heat slick made his nose twitch, his throat thick with saliva as his cock grew so hard so quickly he might’ve been dizzy if he hadn’t been lying down. 

You keened low in your throat at the smell of his arousal blanketing you—wood smoke and something like wet grass—and shivered at his answering growl, his muscle-corded arms squeezing tight around you as he pressed his mouth to your throat, licking wetly over your scent gland. 

“You’re burning up,” he murmurs with a shuddering breath, his beard tickling your oversensitive skin and making you whimper, “Mmh, I’ve got you, lad.”

He sucks bruises around your gland, his free hand wasting no time in shoving his sweats far enough down his thighs to free his throbbing cock. His first few thrusts are sloppy and uncoordinated with the remains of sleep, his prick pushing between your slick wet thighs. 

“Please~!” You whine, the friction of his cock slipping through your folds maddening in your heat drunk state. You push your hips back as he thrusts forward again, the bulbous tip catching on your entrance before popping past the tight ring of muscle. You nearly scream as his fat cock bullies into your sopping cunt, his hand coming up to cover your mouth, muffling your desperate moans as he fucks into you.

“Slutty little omega,” he rumbles, his voice dripping with affection despite the words, “gonna wake the others, hm?”

He snarls against the back of your neck, teeth digging in to scruff you before he shoves the blankets down off your bodies. One hand over your mouth and the other gripping your thigh bruisingly tight, he rolls onto his back with you in his grasp, his cock carefully kept sheathed as he plants his feet and begins to pound up into you, his heavy balls slapping wetly against the base of your shaft and forcing your moans up a pitch.

Price unscruffs you, teeth returning to scrape along your pulsing gland. Your head lulls onto his shoulder, gaze turning to the side to see the glint of the dim oil lamp reflected in Soap’s sky blue eyes, locked onto where Price’s prick thrusts in and out with obscene squelches. 

His blanket shifts with the movement of his arm, and you belatedly realize he’s stroking himself off to the sight of you being bred by your shared pack Alpha, a mere yard away. You whine longingly, a gush of slick squirting from your cunt as you try to beckon the other Alpha over to you, using your wanton scent to draw his instincts. 

The second he tries to move, scrambling onto his hands and knees, the large shadow of Ghost is on him, pinning him down by the scruff of his neck and rumbling so deep in his chest it barely registers in your ears. 

“Get first dibs,” he rumbles, pulling up his mask just enough to nip threateningly at Soap’s ear, a warning, before he releases the Scot, shuffling across the mattress to settle between yours and Price’s legs.

“Oh, c’mon, Lt!” the Sergeant bemoans weakly.

Soap sulks, but knows the order of operations is in place for a reason—remembers how the first time you’d gone into heat, Ghost had nearly torn Soap to shreds when the Scot tried to claim you first, the Lieutenants already trauma-sensitive instincts forced into overdrive in the face of your hormones.

Soap knew Ghost only bent the knee to Price when he was like this, and so he grumbles unhappily, and grabs a pillow to hump as he settles in to watch and wait for his turn.

The movement of Price’s hips slows as Ghost nuzzles against yours and the Captain’s thighs, sucking at the scent glands there as if he could drink down both of your scents. His over-long tongue licks around the wet seam where Price’s cock splits you wide, making the both of your hips twitch, before he trails sucking wet kisses up the shaft of your small cock, rumbling happily, the sharp scent of charcoal mingling with Price’s own musk as he takes the throbbing prick into his mouth and down to the root with ease. 

You cry out, back arching as he suckles, drinking down the copious amounts of precum your tip weeps. Price begins fucking up into you again in slow, heavy thrusts that have the head of his cock poking against your womb every single time. The movement in turn makes Ghost’s head bob up and down your length, wet slurping and gagging resounding through the room as he feasts, Price’s balls tapping the man’s chin with each thrust.

Soap shuffles over to you slowly, keeping his posture low to the mattress so as to not pose a threat to either of the primary Alphas. Price gives a warning rumble, but settles when Soap merely leans down to lick at the hand covering your mouth, asking wordlessly for permission to kiss you. Price’s hand moves instead to your throat, and Soap wastes no time sloppily licking into your mouth and huffing happily with the uncoordination of your own lips, too fucked out and overwhelmed to kiss back properly. 

A growl like a dying engine has you jolting, the vibrations around your prick having you crying out against Soap’s lips. You turn your gaze down to Ghost to see Gaz sidling up behind the Lieutenant, a gentle hand rubbing up and down the larger man’s bicep. Gaz only lets out a placating purr in response, a sound more befitting of an Omega.

“Easy, sir,” Gaz murmurs softly, soothing.

Ghost has pulled off of your cock, lapping absentmindedly at the pulsing flesh as he watches Gaz like a hawk, a wild dog guarding its meal. Over the heady, aroused musk of the three alphas, you can make out the calming honey and chamomile of Gaz’s unnaturally sweet scent as he intentionally pushes it outward, leaning down below Ghost’s head to mouth at Price’s sac, tongue lathering over the course hairs before sucking one then the other into his mouth. Both Ghost and Price rumble their satisfaction, their hindbrains basking in the supplication of one of their pack’s secondary Alphas.

While Price’s thrusts are significantly slower to accommodate the two men forcing your legs apart around their shared bulk, the sensation is no less satisfying, your cunt milking Price’s cock, stimulating his knot in hopes of making it swell.

Price grips your hair with one hand, turning you back toward Soap who’s now knelt beside your head, his cock purplish red and dripping with neglect.

“Go on, Sunshine,” Price rumbles, “been good n’ patient. Be gentle, now.”

Soap rubs his tip across your lips, smearing the pre like gloss before you part your kiss swollen lips, moaning wantonly around the length as he shallowly fucks your mouth.

You can feel Price’s knot slowly swelling, catching on your sore and abused rim with each thrust. Soap has gone from quick, shallow thrusts to slow and deep, the ocean scent of him filling your nostrils each time his pubes tickle your nose. You can feel how stilted his movements are, careful to keep from losing control and simply mounting the hot wet hole of your mouth in fear of setting off the other Alphas. 

Ghost’s hand has taken to stroking you, him and Gaz mouthing at either of Price’s balls, taking turns lapping where his knot swells or tongue fucking each other’s mouths with heady little growls and grunts permeating the wet sounds of their lips. 

You whine pathetically at the barrage of sensations, your cunt tightening up as you grow impossibly close to orgasm. Price bites down hard at the junction of your neck and shoulder, just below your gland as he slams his hips up, his knot finally popping into you with a wet squelch and a deafening growl muffled and buried into your flesh.

You cum hard around his knot, milking the thick bulb of it as rope after rope of his seed fills you. Your cum, more like squirt, is met with eager whines from Ghost who struggles to lap all of it up before it drips down from your tummy to the bedsheet, earning a soft, amused huff from Gaz as he presses gentling kisses to the Lieutenant’s throat and shoulder. 

Soap’s prick twitches in your mouth, your eyes wet with tears looking up at him as he fists his own knot, cumming with just the tip past your plush lips, not wanting you to choke. He bites his lip to muffle his groan, his spend contradictorily bitter and sweet as you swallow it down with a pleased purr.

Price’s knot has barely deflated, slipping out from under you before Ghost is already knelt between your thighs, hefting your bottom half into his lap, pressing his fat cock into you, the warm cum of Price’s load making the Lieutenant moan brokenly.

Soap sidles up behind Ghost, and you can tell from the movements of his arm and the sutter of Ghost’s hips that Soap’s playing with the larger Alpha’s ass, the way you know Ghost likes. Price lifts your head to make you gulp down water before Gaz is straddling your chest, pressing his own cock past your lips. 

You realize, fucked out and pleased, that you’re in for a long, strenuous night.

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HALLOWEEN SPECIAL: gun metal ghost.

Thanks to the anons that suggested the featured kinks!

Soap x M!Reader x Ghost ↪ 1892 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant Soap, cis male dominant Ghost, cis male submissive reader, heavy cnc roleplay, gunplay, implied somnophilia, threat of murder, referenced necro (just a comment Soap makes), virginity kink, breeding kink, sweat/scent kink, impact play, dirty talk, degradation/humiliation, praise, biting, begging, body worship, crying, deepthroating, breath play, oral sex, analingus, fingering, anal sex, penetrative sex, unsafe sex, and mentioned aftercare.

You jolt awake at the feeling of cold metal trailing down the ridges of your bare spine. You feel an unpleasant emptiness, and your cock is hard and dripping where it’s trapped between your stomach and the bed sheets, surely tacky and wet with pre and sweat. Before you can truly get your bearings, a hand grips your hair and another covers your mouth.

“Doon’t scream,” Soap says from in front of you, low and gravelly. His hand slips from your hair, and the familiar click of a gun safety being switched makes you shudder, grunting when the barrels pressed beneath your jaw.

You try to take stock of your surroundings—Soap kneels in front of you, left hand pushing the gun into the soft flesh beneath your jawbone to keep your head propped up, his right palm pressed over your lips, fingers digging painfully tight into your cheeks. He looks smug, though there's a hunger overshadowing the slight tug of his lips and the twinkle of his blue eyes. 

There’s a wetness between your thighs that makes you squirm, the feeling of cooling saliva quickly replaced with the swipe of a hot tongue licking over your hole. You cry out behind Soap’s palm, reaching to grab at his forearms only for two skeleton-patterned gloved hands to catch you by the wrists and tug your arms behind your back. 

��Keep em’ there,” Ghost says, making sure his legs are locked with yours to keep you pinned, his tone as simple as if he’d just ordered you to watch the corner. 

Your hands twitching is greeted with Soap’s palm slipping from your mouth, only for the gun to quickly replace it, clacking against your teeth before the acrid taste of gun metal invades your taste buds.

“You heard the man,” Soap grins, tapping his finger gently on the trigger guard, “wouldn’t want m’hand ta slip, now would we? Not tha’ it’d stop us…” 

You whimper around the barrel, feeling Ghost groan against your hole, and try to blink away the oncoming tears as Ghost returns to messily licking you out, and the reality of your situation washes over you. Ghost’s practiced in his motions, and despite the circumstances there is no rush to the way he works you over, like he has all the time in the world. You dig your nails into your forearms, crossed at your back as Ghost slips a thick, surprisingly soft finger into your clenching heat, having removed his gloves at some point. 

Soap is hard in his own jeans, the outline of his cock mere inches from your face. Your jaw aches around the gun, unable to swallow properly around the bulk of it as drool drips heavily down your chin to form a small puddle on the thin bed sheets. Soap gently rocks the pistol in and out of your mouth, watching with rapt attention how your tongue flexes restlessly along the slide.

The pink muscle flicking at his finger where it rests on the trigger guard seems to be his limit, as he shoves the gun forward just enough to make you gag before yanking it out, the tears finally streaming down your cheeks as you cough. 

“Ghost,” Soap grunts, handing the gun off to the Lieutenant behind you, feeling it press flat between your shoulder blades, the cold ridges pressed to your spine by Ghost’s palm holding it there. Soap grasps your jaw with bruising strength, tugging you up to meet his eyes, “lookit you, pathetic fuckin’ thing.”

The clink of Soap’s belt catches your attention as you glance down, only for his palm to connect hard with your cheek, making you cry out as he roughly grabs for you again.

“Look. At. Me,” he growls, your breath stuttering in a hiccup as you hold his piercing gaze even through the blur of tears. You can see the movement of him pulling his cock free in your peripheral, and whimper as he slides the sticky, soft head of his cock along your trembling lips.

“Open that mouth, baby,” he rumbles, fingers digging into the joint of your jaw when you hesitate too long, “be a good lil’ hure fer me.”

Your mouth falls open on a shuddering moan as Ghost presses the tips of two fingers to the gland of your prostate, massaging the swollen bulb with sniper precision. Soap’s prick slips past your lips, muffling your whines around the thick, meaty length of his cock. 

You can feel Ghost shift behind you, the gun trailing till his arm is hooked under your armpit, barrel dug into your jaw once again. The scrape of denim is rough along the back of your thighs, the soft cotton of his jumper bringing attention to the aching turned stinging along your back, where you can feel now with clarity where Ghost sucked hickeys into your bare skin while you slept, hyperware of the grooves where his teeth dug into your skin. 

“Bloody perfect,” Ghost murmurs, chest vibrating against your spine with the rolling deepness of his voice. His hips absentmindedly rock against yours, his breath hot against your cheek, the bulk of his weight pressing you to the mattress as he presses jarringly chaste kisses along your jawline, to the corner of your lips stretched taut around Soap’s thrusting cock. Soap gives a growling groan when Ghost’s tongue slips out, lapping lazily at the ring of spit and pre that froths around the seal of your mouth.

You feel Ghost’s free hand fumbling between your legs, the sound of his trousers being undone barely audible over the ringing in your ears. He groans as he frees himself, and you whine at the fat length of his cock slipping between your cheeks and catching on your rim. 

You struggle in earnest, trying to pull your head away from Soap’s cock while your hands, trapped beneath Ghost’s bulk, shove at the man’s stomach. Your teeth graze the sensitive flesh of Soap’s prick and he quickly pulls free from your mouth, cuffing you upside the head for the trouble.

“Don’t,” you choke out, voice sleep rough and sore from where Soap’s cockhead had tapped the start of your throat, “please don’t, I’ve never—” 

You sob as Ghost’s hips twitch, the head of his cock spreading the rim of your arsehole wide without quite pushing in. 

“Heard that, Ghostie?” Soap purrs, rocking his hips to slide his slick cock along your cheek, your warm tears against the swollen flesh making him shiver, “know how much you love a virgin hole.”

“Fuckkk,” Ghost groans, pressing his face against your neck, catching the thin skin between his teeth. His balaclava is shoved up over his nose, the scratchy material rubbing against the sensitive skin behind your ear and making your traitorous cock twitch and leak.

“Going to fucking ruin this arse,” Ghost growls. He’s suddenly rough with you, like a switch has flipped inside him. The gun is dropped to the floor somewhere as Ghost hauls you back onto your knees. He mounts up, heaving chest pressed to your back, one strong arm wrapped around your torso while the other lines up his cock with your twitching hole. 

You sob as he shoves in, giving you no time to adjust when his pelvis immediately meets your ass, heavy balls slapping against yours before he’s pulling back and shoving back in, over and over. His thrusts are steady and deep, and you instinctively grab at Soap’s wrist and waist, shoving your face between the crook of his muscled thigh and leaking cock, muffling your moans into the sweaty skin there. 

“Can’t help but feel good, huh?” Soap coos mockingly, fingers carding through your sweat slick hair, “never having taken cock, yet you’re moaning for it like a slut already. You know you were made for this, just needed us to show you.” 

You nod against Soap’s skin, breathing his musky scent in deep, pressing the flat of your tongue to his furry balls before suckling one into your mouth to earn a breathy groan from him. 

Ghost grunts and growls like an animal above you, his mouth sucking mark after mark along the side of your neck, an expanse of purples and reds that’ll be impossible to hide. His cock is so big, each time he bottoms out pushing against the squishy walls of your limits, feeling like he’s in your fucking lungs, and the bulk of his fat cockhead catches on your prostate with each in-and-out movement. 

Soap uses your hair to guide you up the pulsing length of his prick, letting you lather your tongue along the prominent vein that travels up the side, pulling his foreskin down so you can lick and suck at the glans of his tip. 

“He’s gonna breed you full,” Soap rumbles, voice soft as you slobber on his cock, “fill you with his cum ‘till it takes.”

“Please,” you gasp, muffled against Soap’s cockhead and bubbly with spit and precum, “please please, Ghost, please.”

Ghost growls like a shout, making you cry out as his teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder and his hips begin to jackrabbit it into you, the lude sounds of his balls slapping against your flesh echoing throughout the room, the wet plap plap plap aided by the froth of his own saliva that leaks from your puffy hole down his heavy sac.

“Yeah, Simon? Gonna fuck a baby into his little virgin hole?” Soap goads, pulling your head down his length as you let out a pathetic moan, gagging and choking when your nose presses to the thatch of pubic hair at the base of his cock, eyes crossing as he holds you there, only able to breathe in the thick musk of sweat trapped there. 

You clench up tight around Ghost as you struggle and asphyxiate around Soap’s prick, and Ghost cums with a shout muffled into the bloody wound of your shoulder. His hips slam into yours, bouncing off your ass where you can already feel the red sting of bruises forming, before his movements stutter, buried to the hilt as he fills you deep with his load. 

It’s Soap who lets out a moan next, yanking you off his cock just as he cums, decorating your purple-red face with his spend as you cough and heave for breath. You reach up to pull his foreskin back down and seal your lips around his tip, whining brokenly as he strokes the last of his cum onto your waiting tongue. 

It’s the taste of him that does you in, swallowing him down with a keen as your cock pulses and spurts cum onto the bed sheets below. 

You collapse fully to the bed, cheek pressed to the sweat damp sheet cooling in the night air. Soap pets at your hair, his nails scritching gently at the base of your skull and making your skin tingle pleasantly. Ghost is a large, comforting weight along your back, his soft but heavy cock still buried inside you and occasionally twitching with another pulse of cum he shoots into you with a shudder and what you can only describe as a whimper from his scratchy throat. 

He licks over the lazily oozing wound of his bite mark, the both of you floating as Soap slips from the bed to begin your guys’ aftercare routine.

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[roadkillxd]

You good bro? Haven’t heard from you for a while..

yes! thanks for checking in. just haven't really had any motivation to write or even draw much, so i guess i'm on a hiatus. i would like to eventually get back into it, i just don't have any timeline for that.

but again i appreciate you checking in!

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i am in LOVE with ur soap fics there’s not enough soap x mreader fics out there and ur like a ray of saving grace for me… whatever i read i always come back to urs like a man of thirst

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY thank you. i love foap.

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You said price x soap and I got so blindsighted with lust. Can we see what their first time would be like? Cis soap and cis Price ❤️❤️❤️

⚠️❤️ BOYFRIEND SPECIAL REQUEST ALERT ❤️⚠️

Price x Soap ↪ 1209 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant Price, cis male submissive virgin!Soap, first time bottoming, minimal/rushed prep, suffocation, crying, rough sex, daddy kink, dubious consent, slightly intoxicated sex, perceivable power imbalance, unsafe sex, oral sex, rimming, anal fingering, and anal sex.

Soap startles with a moan as Price’s tongue trails the ridge of Soap’s cockhead before circling the whole tip, the hot, wet muscle causing Soap’s thighs to flex, rippling as he scrambles for purchase in Price’s short hair. 

Curses pour from Soap’s mouth, back arching as Price’s tongue licks a line down his cock, heading further south to lick a flat stripe over Soap’s hole. Soap nearly chokes, sparks shooting behind his eyes and cock kicking hard as Price teases the sensitive furl of his virgin hole with precise, practiced motions. 

Somehow a night of companionable drinking in Price’s office, the two sat on the ratty couch against the wall, had ended up with Soap’s lips kiss swollen and saliva slick, cock aching in his trousers, which Price had so kindly liberated him of before dropping to his knees between spread legs.

Price’s hands join the equation, gripping the ample meat of Soap’s ass to pull his cheeks apart, giving him better access to dip his tongue past the tight rim, causing Soap to jolt and moan, earning a soft chuckle from Price before he drives his tongue in as deep as he can get. 

Soap is a rambling, gasping mess, barely registering the slight sting and burn of Price’s first finger pushing in alongside his tongue—the pleasure of said tongue, and the fist cruelly twisting over the tip of Soap’s cock easily overwhelming any possible pain from the insistent stretch. 

Price is brutal in his efficiency, quick to add another finger when he finally pulls his mouth free. He lets saliva periodically drip from his pursed lips, keeping Soap’s tight hole well lubed as he scissors his fingers ever so slightly, earning what a less dignified man might call a squeak as Soap’s hand launches down to wrap around Price’s wrist—not stopping his movements, simply holding and squeezing. 

Soap looks beautiful from where Price kneels, shirt rucked up past his plush tits, sweat dripping between their crease and down the valley of his abdomen, which wildly expands and retracts with Soap’s heaving breaths and broken moans. 

If Price was a better man, a more patient man, he’d take the time to stretch Soap proper—add another finger and fetch some lube.

Price, however, is neither a better man, nor a patient one.

He pulls his fingers free, bracing his knees on the edge of the couch as he looses his belt, unzipping his cargos just enough to pull his aching cock free. Soap moans at the sight, brow furrowed and eyes a little wide at Price’s girth. 

Price wastes no time pressing his precum sticky tip to Soap’s hole, and Soap jolts.

“Wait—” he croaks, bracing a hand on Price’s shoulder. Price pushes in, head popping in with a slick noise as Soap throws his head back, mouth dropping open like a silent scream before a strangled whine escapes his throat.

“That’s it, sunshine,” Price growls, voice low and gravelly, feeling how Soap’s hole gradually relaxes, flexing around the tip of his cock like it’s trying to suck him deeper, “taking me so well, Johnny.”

“Don’ call me that,” Soap murmurs hazily, voice slightly slurred, head rolling loose on his shoulders. Price meets glossy blue eyes and groans at the sight of tears brimming, Soap’s face flushed red and damp with a sheen of sweat.

Price pushes one of Soap’s legs up till his knee is to his chest, bracing his hand on Soap’s under thigh. His other hand reaches up to cradle Soap’s cheek, thumb pressing on the scot’s chin as he pushes into the hilt, watching with twisted pleasure as Soap’s eyes go wide, mouth dropping open again as the tears finally spill past the waterline. 

“P-Price—” Soap croaks, eyes slipping shut as Price grinds his hips into Soap’s ass, allowing the younger to adjust to the stretch of what Price (smugly) knows is a much thicker than average cock. 

“You’re doing so good, sunshine,” Price murmurs, and he doesn’t miss the way Soap’s cock twitches at the praise, a barely there whimper falling from his lips, “sweet little hole was made for me, huh? Suckin’ me in…”

Soap bites his lip and nods frantically, tears still slowly slipping from closed eyes as Price begins to draw back, starting with shallow but sharp, quick little movements that punch little ah ah ah’s from the sergeant.

Soap’s cock has flagged slightly from the initial pain, the semi soft flesh dribbling a steady stream of pre as Price’s cockhead slides over his prostate with each brutal thrust. The captain picks up his pace until his balls are slapping lewdly against Soap’s ass, saliva frothing and dripping from Soap’s ass to add to the wet squelch of each impact.

The younger wraps his arms around Price’s neck, pulling him down until they’re breathing each other’s air, leg now hitched over Price’s shoulder, panting into each other’s mouths. Price licks messily at Soap’s lips, rumbling in satisfaction when Soap licks back, the two men’s tongues sliding across each other in what can barely be considered a kiss.

Price grips Soap’s hair, using the hold to pull the scot’s head to the side, baring his neck. Just beneath his jawline, Price sucks a deep bruise, one he knows the sergeant won’t be able to hide. He can feel how Soap’s hole clenches at the realization—the other’s won’t know by who, but they’ll know the sergeant has been more than claimed. 

“You gunna cum on my cock, lad?” Price whispers, lips to Soap’s ear, licking a wet stripe around the rim that has Soap flinching.

“Please, please, please, pl—” Soap rambles wetly, usually deep voice rough and straining against his frantic pitch. 

Price shushes him, pressing his lips to Soap’s in a wet, tantric kiss, in sharp contrast to Price’s brutal and quick thrusts. He grips Soap’s hips, propping him up a bit higher for a better angle that has Soap nearly screaming, Price frantically slamming his palm over Soap’s mouth and nose, to which Soap’s eyes roll back into his skull, keening at the lack of oxygen. 

“Come on, sunshine,” Price growls, watching how Soap’s fingers dig into the edge of the couch, his thigh muscles violently trembling, “cum for daddy.”

The effect is immediate, Soap’s hole clenching down on Price’s cock hard enough to hinder Price’s languid thrusts, Soap’s face going a dark beet red that slowly fades to a purplish color, Price feeling the sucking breaths Soap attempts to make against Price’s sweaty palm.

Price buries to the hilt, ceasing his movements to allow Soap’s rippling orgasm to milk his aching cock, finally cumming with a bellowing growl as the muscles squeeze around his sensitive tip. 

It isn’t until Soap’s body twitches from oxygen deprivation, mind threatening to shut down that Price removes his hand from Soap’s mouth and nose, watching as the scot sucks in heaving breaths of air into his burning lungs. 

Soap seems to finally come back to himself, looking down at his cum covered chest and the soft cock still buried in his hole with something akin to awe. 

“Good, Soap?”

Soap huffs an incredulous laugh, hole clenching around Price’s softening cock and causing the older man to wince ever so slightly at the overstimulation.

“Solid, sir.”

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saw your inbox was open and loved the tattooed male reader one shot w price.. like A LOT, so could i request a follow up where male reader actually gets a womb tattooed on his tummy and price just goes absolutely feral? smexy times of course (bottom reader), creative freedom to you regarding everything else

Part II to this. Ghost's here now. Enjoy.

Price x M!Reader x Ghost ↪ 646 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant Price, cis male dominant Ghost, cis male submissive tattooed reader, fem terms used for cis male readers genitalia, feminization, misgendering (in the sexy way), tattoos, breeding kink, daddy kink, unsafe sex, and anal sex.

Your arms flex against the ropes, holding your wrists comfortably crisscross above your head, the black silk rope, which you hadn't been to surprised to find Ghost just had, rubbing deliciously against your inked flesh. Price’s cock bullies into your saliva and lube slick hole, his big hands spread wide over the underside of your thighs. You moan desperately, earning a chiding chuckle from Price above you.

“Slutty little thing, hm?” He rumbles, readjusting his grip to tilt your hips up, his cock rutting insistently over your prostate with each thrust, causing you to shout.

“There we go," he grunts.

You sob out at the persistent stimulation, the bed shifting beside your head as Ghost moves to rub his swollen cock along your kiss bitten lips, teasing the tip in and out of the welcoming heat to muffle your noises. Ghost’s free hand trails down your torso, palm spread out over your lower tummy, right where your new tattoo rests—the womb design Price paid for you to get, designed by none other than Soap himself.

Price watches how Ghost’s pupils darken as he presses down on the soft flesh, slowing his hips to a torturously slow roll.

“Wanna watch me knock ‘im up, Simon?” Price smiles knowingly, tracking how Ghost’s eyes flicker from the tattoo, to Price’s gaze, down to the frothy white ring around Price’s cock where he sinks in and out of your pink, swollen hole.

Ghost doesn’t give a verbal response, but Price hums anyway, eyeing the way Ghost's cock gives an interested little twitch at Price's honeyed words.

Slowly picking up his pace again, he rocks his hips into yours with harsh thrusts, balls slapping lewdly against your ass, your hard flushed cock bouncing uselessly against your stomach, smearing the tattoo with your own precum.

“S’all this tight little cunt’s good for, isn’t that right?” He grabs your jaw, squeezing your cheeks as he tugs you off of Ghost’s cock with a wet pop and a gasp, watching your red face pant for breath as you frantically nod your head, barely flinching as Ghost gently slaps his cock against your face.

“Yes—y-yes—John—please—fuck!”

“Attagirl,” Price grins viciously, taking your cock in hand to stroke the weeping flesh as he leans down to lick into your mouth, Simon impatiently slipping his cock between the both of your lips with a grunt. The three of you moan, Ghost stroking the length of his cock while you and Price make out messily with the sticky tip.

Ghost's cock twitches, a low, growling "fuck" emanating from his chest as his spend decorates your face, Price eagerly licking you clean as he holds eye contact with Simon, making you whimper as he leaves behind sucking bruises in the process.

"M'gonna cum—Price—" you whine, thighs quivering, that heavy heat sinking deep in your stomach.

"Yeah? Gonna come on daddy's cock?" His voice is impossibly low, rumbling through you like thunder. You shudder and twitch, back arching and eyes rolling back as your orgasm rolls through you, mouth open in a silent scream as Price's firm strokes and harsh thrusts milk your pleasure.

"That's it," Price half growls, half chuckles, "there she is. Milk daddy's cock, princess, fuck."

His thrusts stutter, once, twice, before his cock settles as deep as he can bury it, thick cum filling you. You vaguely feel Ghost's hands over your tattoo again, rubbing the skin there.

You're barely aware as Price kisses and licks up your leg, your ankle, peppering kisses over the top of your foot, his hips lazily rolling like he could rut his cum any deeper—like if he gets it deep enough it might actually take.

And Ghost, his big hand an anchor amidst your floating, his steady hot breaths against your neck before his lips suck a bruise right beneath your ear, whispering a low "gonna look so good knocked up."

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a commission for @chxrrylime

beta/alpha!male reader x omega!john price x omega!simon "ghost" riley summary: price and ghost help you with your first rut after your sudden change from a beta to an alpha. warnings: nsfw, minors dni. omegaverse, brief illness, threesome, knotting, creampies. ko-fi & commissions sorry for the delay on this! had it like 80% written by saturday and then i had a time the next few days. i got carried away with the word count so oops.

Price was normally resistant to others being assigned to his task force, but when your file found its way on his desk curiosity got the better of him. Not just because you were a Beta, although that did help his willingness to accept you, but because you filled a hole in the team. Your skills and training had rounded out the task force, being a Beta was an added bonus. 

There was still lingering doubt in Price’s mind, but weeks after you had joined and Gaz went into heat you offered to help. You had been the perfect carer - staying with him the entire time and making sure he was fed, hydrated and happy. Afterwards Gaz had privately gushed about you to the rest of the 141, unable to think of a time when his heat had gone so smoothly. You had repeated the process with Soap and Price, both getting to experience your gentle touch first hand, and even Ghost had let you help him.

After months of working with the team Price had begun to notice some changes in your behaviour. You were more on edge when the 141 worked with other soldiers, hesitating to leave them alone if an Alpha was in the room. He picked up on you offering the others food from your own plate if they complained they were still hungry, despite the fact that you’d barely even finished half of yours. You even began developing a stronger scent, something different from when you had first joined.

Worry filled his mind when one day Gaz & Soap had barged into his office, panicking about how they couldn’t wake you. Once Price had joined them in running to your room he was immediately calling for a medic, your body covered in a sheen of sweat, barely responsive to their attempts at rousing you. They each took their turns pacing outside your room once you had been taken to a hospital, the doctor’s unsure what was happening to you. You had stayed like that for days, a fever wracking your body and unconscious as change forced its way through your veins.

Price had been elated when he received the phone call that you were awake, but once the 141 had gathered at the hospital they were ushered into a separate room before they could see you. A doctor was already waiting for them, a look of concern on her face. 

An Alpha. They couldn’t wrap their head around it, you had changed into an Alpha. The doctor had tried to explain how in very rare cases something like this can happen but they were too shocked to absorb anything she was explaining. Soap & Gaz appeared unbothered, more concerned with wanting to see you but one look between Price and Ghost and they knew they were thinking similarly.

Filing into your room they were hit with a wave of pheromones you didn’t know you were releasing, a deep down part of them stirring when your scent immediately turned relaxed at seeing them, Soap and Gaz not hesitating to give you hugs as Ghost lingered on the outside of the group while Price simply placed a hand on your shoulder, “It’s good to see you lad,” he said, attempting to bury the worry threading through his mind.

The doctors advised you be taken back to your home base so that’s what they did, alongside the thought that they’d have to explain certain things to you. You weren’t dumb - you knew how Alphas worked, but knowing and doing were two very different things. You had to rely on someone else telling you when you were stinking up the room with Alpha smell, or when you easily slipped back into your old routine except this time it appeared more like courting than caring, and Price and Ghost, as the most experienced, could see how your new heightened senses were weighing on you, struggling in the presence of four omegas.

—

Waking up you were confused at your state, your senses acting as if they had a personal vendetta against you, and you were even more confused when Gaz had taken one look at you and escorted you back to your room as if you were a scared animal, telling you to sit while he fetched Price. 15 minutes later Price and Ghost stepped through your door, shutting it behind them as Price sat next to you. “Do you know what’s happening lad?”

You didn’t know, brain struggling to conjure up any ideas without being distracted by the smell of omega. Swallowing heavily, you shook your head, “No sir.”

Ghost spoke up, “Think you’re going into rut.” He remained leaning against the wall, gaze locked on you.

Brows furrowing you used what brain power you had left to think it over. It matched with the experiences you had heard from other Alphas, but- “I don’t have anything prepared,” you mumbled, brain ticking with what would follow the next few days.

Price had a faint smile on his face, hand resting on your shoulder for reassurance. “We know, which is why, if you want, we think it’s our turn to help you.”

The air sharpened with arousal and you heard Ghost’s faint scoff of laughter, “Think he likes that idea, boss.”

Price’s hand slid from your shoulder to around the back of your neck, forcing you to turn your head and face him. “Only if you want,” he reiterated, thumb gently stroking the back of your neck.

Blood was already pooling south, your cock twitching in its confines at the idea of having them both underneath you. You didn’t realise you had been thinking about it for so long until Price briefly tightened his grip, bringing you back to the present. Nodding your head eagerly, your eyes flicked between Price and Ghost, “Please.”

—

Sinking into Ghost’s hole felt nothing short of heavenly, the warmth of his walls pulsing to ease your way in and steadily melting your brain, your mouth dropping open to release an airy moan once you were buried as deep as you could go. Just enough awareness was flickering behind your eyes to start slow, gently rocking your hips while Ghost adjusted to the stretch of your cock. 

Price was by your side, cautiously watching your movements to make sure you didn’t go too rough before Ghost was ready. As soon as your hips punched forwards unexpectedly Price was slanting his mouth against yours, distracting you from your impatience as Ghost grunted from the force. The smell of not one but two aroused omegas had your alpha preening, deepening the kiss with Price and lowly growling as your hand encased the back of his head to hold him close, only parting when Ghost began to roll his hips back and forth.

Your hands fell to Ghost’s hips, guiding his movements as each of your thrusts grew faster and harder until skin was slapping against skin, vision tunnelling as your pupils dilated, only focused on the omega around your cock and the breed, mate, instinct that was swirling in your mind.

Pushing Ghost down you surged over him, covering his body with yours as your teeth skated across his back, barely resisting the temptation to bite and mark him, to let the world know who he belonged to, whose bed he was warming. Price was by your side again, kissing at your neck and shushing your half-growls, attempting to soothe the possessive claim. His hands ran across your body, one stroking through your hair while the other never stopped moving, letting you know he was there.

Your pace never faltered, even as Ghost began warning you he was close, cock bobbing against his stomach at your thrusts while his moans grew faster and faster until his body seized, muscles trembling as he painted the bed under him with his release. Once out of the floating of his climax Ghost could feel the beginnings of your knot catching on his rim, the bulb steadily growing with each of your frantic thrusts as his knees buckled, sending him flat against the bed as the tension thrumming through your body finally snapped, knot punching its way past his rim and locking you together.

It was like a dam had burst, his insides flooded with your cum as your hips stuttered, a chest rattling growl crawling its way out of your throat. Despite the fact that you couldn’t thrust you instead grinded against Ghost, cock twitching with each pulse of cum that his fluttering walls milked from you. After a lifetime of minutely jerking your hips you finally slumped against Ghost, growls replaced with heavy breaths and a rumbling purr as you rolled to your side, bringing Ghost with you and hugging him to your chest. Burrowing your nose into the back of his neck your alpha was temporarily satiated at your scent mixing with Ghost’s.

Faintly, you heard Price speak up. “You ok Simon?”

Ghost was breathing as heavily as you, voice hoarse and dry, “Mhm, just-” he gasped almost silently as your hips twitched, knot tugging against his rim, “full,” he huffed, bearing his teeth as you began to grow restless.

Price’s attention quickly switched to you, hand wiping the sweat-coated hair off your forehead, “What’s the matter lad?” After attempting and failing to pull out of Ghost your hand hurried downwards, finger prodding at his tightened rim until it could push inside and separate you enough to pull your knot out. As much as you wanted to lean down and tongue your cum back into his hole your brain had other ideas, body surging up to Price and licking into his mouth while you pushed him onto his back, pupils blown wide.

Price watched curiously as you nipped down his throat and chest, “Gotta breed you,” you slurred, eyes half-lidded and cock hard and ready between your legs. He released a steadying breath, hole twitching at your eagerness.

His head rolled back on his shoulders as two of your fingers poked at his entrance, easily sliding in with the preparation you had done earlier and the mixture of his own slick. Before you could get too lost and overstimulate him and yourself Price pulled you back up to his lips with a hand in your hair, ignoring the noise of discontent you made and kissing you again, reaching down to align your tip with his hole. If it was another time and place he would’ve laughed at how easily you crumbled, but as your cock slipped inside him he groaned against your mouth, letting his body rock with your thrusts.

—

When Price and Ghost first emerged from your room once your rut was over Soap and Gaz tried their best to look unfazed, pointedly ignoring the way they were both stretching out sore muscles. “He ok?” Gaz asked, eyes attempting to search for you and noticing your absence.

Price nodded, “Just showering.”

Always the bolder of the two Soap couldn’t help but question, “How was it?” At Gaz’s pointed look he shrugged, “As if ye weren’t wonderin’.”

Price huffed amusingly, fingers scratching through his sideburns, “Think we’ll have our hands full with him.”

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btw I know ppl on this site go on abt mutuals but if you are someone that shows up in my notes regularly who I don't follow, I do notice and I am fond of you and if you reblog something from me I do think "YES I have pleased the follower with good taste"

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yes i’ve found men irl are EXTREMELY disappointing and like actually the worst— fictional men however 🌝

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the only good quality about real (cis) men is the cock + balls and even thats pushing it

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Your snake anon is THIRSTTTTYYYYY—

—and I love him for that.

👍🏼🐍

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why are we letting alejandro flop

i’ve a dirty thought that alejandro would be into primal play🧍🏽man’s loves a good chase ESPECIALLY if it ends in him getting to dick down his sub, like just rail the absolute fucking hell out of his boy, fucking him to his limit etc etc, he’s into chasing but he’s def into it more if it involves you as a prize for his efforts 🌝

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Alejandro x FTM!Reader ↪ 991 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant Alejandro, trans male submissive reader, cnc roleplay/dub-c0n (saying no / trying to crawl away), predator/prey, primal play, breeding kink, squirting, crying, cervix stim, size kink, slight belly bulge, rimming, vaginal fingering, piv sex, and light choking.

Your lungs burn, chest heaving as you dash through the dry forest. You can hear the heavy footfall behind you, gaining on you, making your head spin. 

You can hear the rushing of water ahead—see where the cliff drops off sharply—have jumped off there enough swimming as a kid that you take a deep breath and leap, gasping as a body collides with yours mid air with a shout, arms wrapped around your midsection as you both tumble into the rapids below. 

You inhale a mouthful of water, hand catching in the rocky underbed to combat the current as you pull your head above water, coughing and sputtering, Alejandro right behind you as he gets to his feet and hauls you up, tossing you onto shore.

“You’re insane,” he hisses. 

You wheeze out a laugh, flipping onto your hands and knees to try and push yourself up, only to hear the crunching of gravel as Ale falls to his knees behind you, one gripping bruisingly tight at your hip while the other scruffs your neck, pushing your cheek down to grind against the dirt.

He growls as you kick back at him, hand leaving your hip to pin you by your ankle, his knee digging into the back of your own before you have the chance to kick that one free as well.

“Forget the game, perrito?” He leans over you, rumbling against your ear, “I think I’ve caught you…”

His warm hand pushes up your sopping wet shirt before you can react, forcing a gasping moan from you as he pinches your stiffened nipple, groping your small breasts.

His other hand leaves the nape of your neck as he feels the tenseness—the fight—leave your body, trailing down to the hem of your pants, pushing the sticky wet fabric down to reveal your bare ass and cunt. 

“Alé—!” You whimper, two fingers pushing into your slick core, his too hot tongue lapping at the salty droplets dripping from your hair and down your neck. 

“Already leaking for me,” he hums, grin sharp against your throat where he nips and sucks, “so needy for my cock, pequeño.”

A shiver runs down your spine and his tongue follows, lapping between your asscheeks at your puckered hole, teasing the entrance with the tip of his tongue as he adds a third finger to your squelching cunt. 

You bite your tongue to keep from begging, rocking back onto his fingers as they massage against your sweet spot, filling your stomach with molten pleasure.

You can’t help the whimpering cry that escapes you as the digits slip free, only to be replaced by the blunt head of Alejandro’s cock moments later. He rubs the flushed tip between your sticky folds, admiring the glossy sheen of your pre that coats your lips, adding his own to the mix. 

The pressure of his cock pushing against your hole has your brain kicking back into working condition, remembering the game you’re both playing. 

“Alé, no—!” you whimper, reaching back to push at his hip, “p-please!”

The bulbous tip pops into your cunt with an obscenely wet noise, a growl rumbling through Alejandro’s chest as he leans down, pressing flush to your back.

“What’s wrong, bebito?” He coos mockingly, giving a harsh thrust of his hips. You claw at the gravel, sobbing as another couple inches slips into your tight walls.

“S’too big—!” You choke, trying to shuffle forward, pretending to want to get away.

“It’ll fit,” he murmurs, leaning back up and gripping your hips tight, “I’ll make it fit,” he growls.

You yelp as he yanks you back suddenly, impaling you on the length of his cock. The pleasure is overwhelming as he quickly starts up a brutal pace, his cockhead bumping against your cervix with each harsh thrust. 

Tears stream down your cheeks and into your mouth, the taste salty as your first orgasm tears through you, cunt pulsing and spasming around Alejandro’s thick cock.

Ale laughs loudly, mockingly, wrapping a hand around the front of your throat to yank you back. His knees spread wider, pulling your head onto his shoulder as he pounds into you, feeling impossibly deeper at this angle.

“There’s my little breeding bitch,” he groans, watching with dark eyes as your tongue lolls out, eyes rolled back, “going to fill this pretty little cunt, no?” 

You whimper, weakly shaking your head no, nails digging into his forearm as he tightens his grip on your throat ever so slightly, making you dizzy. 

“No?” He hums, mock-offended, “your pussy says otherwise, perrita. She’s sucking me in so deep, practically gagging for it…”

“Please, please,” you sob, scratching at his arms, unsure what it is you’re begging for anymore. His cock throbs within your abused walls, cunt puffy and red from where his balls had previously slapped against you, stimulating your clit. 

Only the cold air brushes your little cock now, a pressure building in your abdomen despite it. 

“Fuck,” Ale growls, trailing a hand down your torso, “m’gonna cum—!”

His large hand spreads over your tummy, pushing down on the fat and muscle there, until you can feel the pressure of his cock gliding behind the thick walls of flesh. Your cunt convulses, squeezing his prick in an iron grip as you cum, squirting a steady stream of liquid all over you and Alejandro, your legs kicking and shaking from the overwhelming sensation. 

At the same time Ale bites down onto your shoulder hard, popping through the skin with his incisors and licking over the blood that swells up as his cock pulses inside you, filling you with his hot, thick spend. 

You’re entirely limp in his arms, mind caught in a fuzzy place between consciousness and sleep, floating in the post-orgasmic haze. He holds you tight to his chest, the both of your radiating body heat keeping you warm from the slight early morning chill as you both come down from your highs.