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chxrrylime · 3 months

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Thinking of flying as a dragon with dragon Price

Price knows that after the loss of his wing he's never flying again, not on his own. But the sky still calls for him like a mother for her lost child, for a grounded dragon is a dead dragon, regardless of if he still breathes or not.

His body still craves the freedom of flight despite what he says of being over it, every flight in the helicopter or plane feeling twice as wrong as it did before, deadened nerves gnawing on his brain until they force the atrophied remnants of wing muscles to twitch every time he jumps out of the plane. He resigns himself to just watch the other fliers from the ground, you often finding him on the roof of the base watching the birds whenever the phantom ache of his lost wing returns.

And an idea comes to you.

Price just grunts when you wrap your arms around his pudgy belly, forcing his remaining wing to spread out so you can press your chest against his back.

"Need somethin'?" He grumbles, stuck between wanting to lean in to feel your warmth and pull away, what dragon would even want a flightless wyrm like him?, never noticing your arms lock in place.

"Yeah," Your breath fans his ear, lips kissing the skin. "Want you to fly." He can feel you grin.

"What nonsense are you-" Your wings spread out before he can finish and with a strong gust of wind and a beat of your wings you're shooting up into the sky with him in your arms. "- oh you bloody wanker!" He screams, the cigar slipping from his claws as he scrambled to hold onto you, wind blowing in his face.

You laugh as you soar through the air, "Relax!" You yell over the screeching wind, holding him tight.

And Price doesn't know when it happens, but his body calms down, adrenaline settling to sleep like a worn out beast. The wind fluttering his wing membrane feels nice, the sensation of the sky yielding beneath his flapping wing forcing a shiver down his spine, doesn't even notice when he starts purring.

You grin when you feel his chest rumble beneath your hands, dipping and diving through the sky and Price recognizes your movements — he spent decades practicing the same arial moves to woo future mates. And he can't help but smile, eyes closing and allowing his body to remember what it's like to fly.

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Idl this came to me suddenly and I word vomited all over the page :/,

#others #price x reader

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chxrrylime · 4 months

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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.”

#mine #smut #modern warfare #price x soap #soap x price #pricesoap #soapprice

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chxrrylime · 4 months

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𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙙𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙧!

i’ll be moving at the beginning of march! i’ll have to pay rent at my current and new place simultaneously while i move out which is expensive and stressful. i’ll also need to purchase some new appliances. because of this, i am accepting donations via my ko-fi. if you donate, you can receive a fic or blurb in return for helping a poor cowgirl out! any little bit will help, even if it’s just to help me get through one paycheck to another!

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chxrrylime · 4 months

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I’m at work right now but soon I’m going to go through my works and add a new genre of content tags for what I refer to reader’s genitalia as, specifically for transmasc and trans nb readers. It occurred to me I’m not very transparent about that and I want people to know ahead of time if the fic could potentially cause them some icky feelings. As a rule of thumb I tend to use the word cunt/pussy for transmascs just because I use that for myself most of the time, while fics that are more focused on the reader’s transness use more general terms. So please bare that in mind going into my fics.

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chxrrylime · 4 months

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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."

#smut #mine #modern warfare #price x reader #ghost x reader

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chxrrylime · 4 months

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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.

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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.”

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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.

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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.”

#🫣🫣🫣🫣#thank you so much #others #smut #ghost x reader #price x reader

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chxrrylime · 5 months

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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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chxrrylime · 6 months

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I blame @rodolfoparras & @miguel-owhora

cw: trans!miguel baby trapping you

thinking about trans!miguel baby trapping you. when he first recruits you to the spider-society he’s enamoured, and it only takes a few weeks before he’s riding your cock, the idea in his head that only you can give him the family he wants - but you insist on wearing a condom every time, unaware of just how deep his infatuation already runs.

miguel waits until you’ve pulled out of him and discarded the used condom and about to get another one he asks if you’ll go get him a drink of water. you do without a doubt, asking if he's ok, if he wants anything else because that’s just the person you are - kind, considerate, and any trace of doubt vanishes as you disappear out of the room. miguel quickly scrambles into action, poking holes into the condoms before you can get back.

when you do he accepts the drink gratefully, taking a few minutes to rest while you flop down on your back next to him. once he’s recovered (although he doesn’t really need to recover, not when he’d let you fuck him until he passed out) he’s settling between your thighs, taking you in his mouth until you’re hard again and he moves to straddle you, not forgetting to roll down one of the condoms on your cock before he’s sinking down on you.

he rides you with a renewed vigour that has you cumming fast, hips bucking up to chase the wet heat of his cunt and you can’t even tell when your cum starts to leak out of the hole, brain too busy firing on all cylinders as he tumbles over the edge with you, grinding your cock against his walls as they pulse and clench around you.

when he pulls off you and you see the broken condom you panic but miguel is quick to assure you, swearing that he’s on birth control. the night ends there but it’s already too late.

he approaches you a few weeks later, herding you into his office and shutting the doors before handing you a positive pregnancy test. he attempts to make himself look as nervous as possible, rambling that he doesn't know how it happened. he waits to gauge your reaction but you put the test down and pull his hands into yours, “it’s up to you to decide, i’ll support you no matter what.”

cut to a couple months later and miguel can’t stop smiling in bed, sinking into the feeling of you sleeping pressed against his back as your hand cradles his growing belly.

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bonus: the pregnancy hormones have miguel convincing you that since he’s already pregnant you can fuck him raw as much as you want, eyes rolling back in pleasure when you mumble in his ear about how you’ll put another baby in him as your seed overflows from his puffy cunt

#youre insane for this /pos #others #smut #miguel x reader

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chxrrylime · 6 months

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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

#sometimes... tits

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chxrrylime · 6 months

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Your snake anon is THIRSTTTTYYYYY—

—and I love him for that.

👍🏼🐍

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chxrrylime · 6 months

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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.

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