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echos-muses
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all characters created by echo, 24, she/her. also might do some writing here, but we shall see in the foreseeable future.
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echos-muses · 19 hours ago
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doctor! help! i have come down with another horny fever!
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prone bone position with robby and hes got a hand wrapped around both your wrists above your head and two fingers in your mouth that you suck down on and bite (when he just hits that fucking spot) muffling your whines and cries and hes telling you you’re such a good little brat taking what it is that you so desperately wanted.
​then he tugs on your hair when the hot salty tears are streaming down your face and cooing at you like the pretty little baby you are.
“go on, bite down again if you need to,” voice a raspy mess. “ain’t gonna stop till you give me everything, sweetheart.”
and then just to fuck with you when you’re reaching your peak he starts syncing his thrusts and rhythm to every breath hiccup and sob you let out at the undeniably overwhelming stretch of him. and he just smiles and kisses your shoulder like the gentleman he is.
“you’re so pretty when you cry, angel”
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echos-muses · 21 hours ago
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GAZ’S CAMEO IS MY FAVORITE PART LMAOOOOOOO
So...after butterfly!reader absolutely devoured soaps face, its literally never mentioned again.
Soap is fighting off visions of you with his blood on ur lips at night, while u just casually wave to him in the hallways. He tries to ask u about it, but evertime u shrug him off. It gets to the point that he spends more time in the gym, trying to burn off extra energy bc hes popping boners just thinking abt you lol.
This ofc means that the next time u pass him in the halls he absolutely *reeks* of sweat. Only walking to his room because he forgot a change of clothes. But the second you lock eyes with him you have that *hungry* look and soap is being shoved against the wall. He yelps when ur tongue presses against his next and fucking licks across his Adam's apple.
You hum appreciatively again, but before you can pull away soaps grabbing ur bicep. "What the hell?" He sounds breathless just from that "you gonna finally talk to me, or keep being a fuckin tease?"
Obviously, ur little game has come to and end. So you grin at him, run a hand under his shirt. "Hm...butterfly hybrids usually drink sugar slushes, right?" He nods, brow furrowed "well, we also need to get other vitamins. Salt, especially. People tend to opt for drink mixes to add to water, but some are more...traditional. blood, sweat, tears...other stuff."
Soap suddenly feels hot under the collar with the way you look at him, fingertips running through the hair on his abdomen. Silently, face red, he tilts his head up to give you better access to his neck.
Hes gasping within minutes, your tongue lapping up every drop of swear his exposed skin has to offer. Soap genuinely *whimpers* when you lift his arm up to nose just barely close to his armpit.
Gaz pointedly coughs five feet over, his bedroom door still open from when he stepped out. His expression thoroughly unimpressed
"You two are disgusting." He points out, turning to walk down the hall.
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echos-muses · 22 hours ago
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you kiss him for the first time not really knowing what it means but simon shows you what a real kiss feels like.
you were curled up on the couch with the tv playing in the background. you weren't really paying attention. just letting the sounds fill the quiet space until simon came back. well that was until the scene suddenly changed catching your attention.
a breathy gasp escaped you as the scene of a man and a woman filled the screen. they were pressed close, their lips were touching. something deep inside you ached the same way it did when you had seen simon in the shower. your ears twitched, heat creeping up your neck as you watched.
you didn't understand why your body suddenly felt so hot. but you did know that you wanted simon to touch you like that. the thought of his lips on yours made your breath catch in your throat. you squirmed, the fabric of your clothes suddenly too tight and the room too hot. you wanted his hands on you, his mouth on yours.
the front door clicked open and you flinched, scrambling to turn off the tv. simon stepped inside and his eyes immediately found you.
"hey, kitten," he rumbled, his voice warm. his gaze narrowed slightly as he took in the way you squirmed as if you had been caught doing something you shouldn't have. "you okay?"
you nodded, your tail puffing up in embarrassment. you couldn't explain the strange, throbbing want between your legs, the way your heart raced just looking at him now. you raced to avoid his eyes as he perked his brows up.
but simon always knew—you were practically an open book to him.
he set his gear down slowly, walking towards you. when he crouched in front of you, his hands settled on your knees.
"what's got you all worked up, huh?" he asked, scratching behind your ears.
you throat suddenly felt dry, blood rushed to your ears as your heart pounded faster. you gathered every ounce of courage, leaning forward to press your lips against his. it was very clumsy—just a soft peck that barely lasted a second before you pulled back.
simon blinked then a deep laugh burst out of him. "that what you were tryin' to do, kitten? fuckin' hell—" he wheezed. "thought you were gonna bite me for a second."
your face burned hotter, tail lashing in embarrassment. you tried to squirm away but his grip tightened on your thighs—pinning you in place.
his mouth was on yours and you instantly melted into him.
this was nothing like the awkward little peck you'd given him. his lips were shockingly soft and they moved against yours with a confidence that made your tail curl. his tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you gasped, letting him deepen the kiss. 
a soft purr erupted in your chest, your fingers tangling in his shirt. it felt as if the world tilted on it's axis. you liked having your lips on his. it made you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
"there you go," he whispered against your lips. "that's called a kiss, sweetheart."
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echos-muses · 2 days ago
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CRAZYYYY
I LIKE IT
Hm. What abt soap and butterfly!reader who everyone assumes is soft and sweet?
People take one look at you and your "delicate" wings and draw some conclusions. There's a common stereotype with butterfly hybrids that they're extremely modest and shy. People expect you to be the quiet, calm and collected one of the group.
Theyre...kind of right? You are quiet, you dont really talk much even when soap goes on and on about whatever. You dont complain about his talking, but you certainly dont contribute. For the most part, soap takes this silence as a sort of confirmation that those stereotypes apply to you. That you really are shy and sweet.
So Imagine his shock when u and him art sparring and you punch him so hard his lip splits. Blood pours down into his mouth and drips over his chin. "Oh fuck! Sorry-" you grip his jaw to inspect the damage "...no stitches needed. Maybe a plaster, otherwise its good."
In the small pause with his face in your hand, soap can watch in real time as your expressions shifts from worried to hungry.
Without a second thought, you lean in and fucking lick the blood from chin to upper lip. Its absolutely filthy the way you do it, tongue pressed flat. But you just back off with a smile that looks very satisfied. "Oh...wow. I needed that. You taste good Johnny."
As you dive back in for more, soap decides then and there that u two are an item. Already planning a good date spot.
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echos-muses · 3 days ago
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i,, need this
cw: mild daddy kink, rough or passionate sex.
simon's riley forehead pressed against yours, almost too painfully, with your body folded underneath, legs spread wide and dangling at his rippling back, while the thick, bulbous tip of his cock kisses at your cervix with sharp, relent pumps, his hips pulling back languidly, then thrusting back, sinking in your heat, and you tighten immediately.
each punctured movement makes you leak, pussy absolutely soppy with amount of your slick, coating his veiny girth fully, hips pistoning to nail at your hole, hear the wet plaps as your skin connect, slapping and grinding, heat simmering at the base of simon's cock, building and throbbing through him whole, his muscles flexing, while your heels dig in his back.
you almost kick from how deep he is, a heavy weight in your stomach, making you want to touch, inspect, almost, if his cock wasn't making you so hazy, trashing weakly beneath his weight, muscle and fat that fill out the line of his body pressing on you, pinning to the furled sheets beneath, your brain going mushy, enough to make you keen something you didn't voiced before.
the softest, barely audible daddy buzzes in his ears, stuck in, painting his pale skin scarlet, with how aroused that squeaky, vulnerable call made him, his release coming almost too soon, balls too tight with how full they are, aching to burst, but his thrusts only picking up more, brutal, sloppy as they hammer in your sopping, messy cunt, your eyes leaving his face to roll back.
that's when you chant it, babbling, calling daddy until simon shuts your mouth with almost spitting kiss, licking in your mouth, a clash of tongue and teeth, smiling in the muffled, whining sounds, a glimpse of a scowl behind, something ferocious, but it's doesn't matter, your mind too lost to the deep rolls of his powerful hips, the knock of his cock, knowing he's going to take care of you.
like daddy should.
main masterlist. quidelines.
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echos-muses · 4 days ago
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all of these have me cackling
nsfw au prompts
“you walked in on me masturbating and I’m so embarrassed - wait, what do you mean I’m ‘not doing it right’?” au
“I called a sex hotline and you’re the teller and wow I’m pretty sure you’re my best friend from the third grade???” au
“we decided to spice up our sex life by doing it in the backyard, but we forgot it’s the fourth of july weekend and our neighbors are having a family barbecue” au
“we left the bedroom door open while we were having sex and the cat jumped on my back just as I was coming and no that had nothing to do with it” au
“it’s thanksgiving, the whole family’s over, and our four-year old just walked into the living room with my nipple clamps attached to their ears” au
“we agreed to try dirty talk, and twenty minutes into sex, we’re arguing over the proper way to pronounce gif” au
“I talked you into trying sexting, but I accidentally typed ‘sock’ instead of ‘cock’ and you just keep replying ‘SOCK’ to everything I say” au
“I was cooking breakfast naked the morning after our first time, then we started kissing, and you lifted me up onto the counter but instead I ended up sitting on the hot stove and NOW I have to explain the burn on my ass to the nurses at the er” au
“we put a mirror on our ceiling because we thought it would be hot, but you keep laughing at the way my ass jiggles when I thrust into you and when you laugh, I laugh” au
“you bought flavored lube as a surprise for our anniversary but it turns out you are/I am allergic to passionfruit” au
“I wanted to surprise you so I visited your work, stripped down, and hid under your desk, but then you walked in with your bosses uhh you didn’t mention you had a three-hour long meeting today???” au
“we were having sex and I’ve been working really long hours the past week and I accidentally fell asleep halfway through and you didn’t notice until you’d finished” au
“I keep making really terrible puns while we’re having sex and you’ve threatened to divorce me three times” au
“while out at a romantic restaurant, I got underneath the table to give you a surprise blowjob, but apparently my foot was sticking out from under the tablecloth and now they’ve banned us for life” au
“I’ve been away for a month and as soon as I arrived home, I flung open the door and shouted about how hard I wanted you to fuck me - my parents drove in for the welcome home party” au
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echos-muses · 10 days ago
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Oh god, this is kinda embarrassing- but hear me out, that painful pleasure of cockwarming where you can't move an inch, betwen reader and 141
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Embarrassing? Please. This is hot AF. There is no hear me out. I read this prompt and opened up a Word document immediately. Kudos to you, anon. You knew exactly what I needed.
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Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings: cockwarming, piv penetration, clit play, overstimulation, edging, established relationship, secret relationship (Ghost), sharing body heat, dirty talk, creampie
Word Count: 1.1k
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John Price
“Don’t move, love. Might fuck you for real.”
John’s words are honeyed poison, dripping into your ear, turning the folds in your brain to mush. Malleable and soft, you’re always submissive when it comes to him, easing into whatever john wants, because it’s him, and you’ll give him anything.
His name is a whimper on your lips. A name that he shushes. A name that he smothers with a gentle touch to your cheek, mouth coming down on your own to swallow it whole. How monstrous of him.
How fucking perfect.
It’s good to feel full, to have so much of him you might burst. John must know this, because his large, calloused hand slides over waist and hip to press against your pelvis.
“Stop your squirming,” he soothes.
Your hips shift slightly, and John reaches lower, pinching your clit.
“John!” you yelp, but you’re unable to move. Each wiggle sends his cock deeper, stretching you further, riding the line between pain and pleasure.
“You’re keeping me warm, love.” John’s lips tease your throat. “For later. When I’m good and ready to fuck you.”
Your pussy clenches, and his lips turn to teeth.
“Stay. Still,” he growls.
Your fingers dig into his forearms, nails biting in but not drawing blood. Yet you refrain from moving, pushing your back against his front, snuggling into his arms.
“That’s it,” he praises.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Kyle is always down for a good tease. You love it, but in the moment, it always makes you rage.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he croons.
You’re in his lap, turned outward toward the room, feet planted on either side of his spread thighs. Between your legs, you’re speared on Kyle’s dick, stretched deliciously, arousal so sticky and immense that it coats his balls.
And he hasn’t moved at all.
Not his cock. Not his hips.
The only thing in motion are his fingers as they repeatedly play with your clit, bringing you to the brink, teasing your orgasm, dragging it out until you’re a shaking, whimpering mess.
“You’re horrible,” you groan.
“The very worst,” he smiles against your cheek, making a v with his fingers, sliding it over your pussy to stroke the space where he penetrates you. The palm of his hand rubs your clit with each stroke. Your head falls back against his shoulder, the sounds you make unfiltered and raw, toes curling as Kyle edges you yet again.
Words are incapable concepts. Foreign. There is nothing but Kyle’s touch, of his gentle stroking with his fingers, of the overstimulation of it all nearly bordering on pain. It’s unfair, but you’re loving each second yet loathing it in equal measure.
“I—I can’t,” you stutter, muscles clenching and unclenching.
Withering. Wasting away.
You’re falling apart.
“Please,” you breathe.
“Please, what?” prompts Kyle.
You lick your lips. Find them slightly dry.
“Please. Fuck me.”
John "Soap" MacTavish
“You said you’d keep me warm, lassie.”
The shiver isn’t from the cold. It’s from Johnny’s cock, how it stretches you deliciously, nearly to the point of pain. That sensation hangs on a knife’s edge—along with your control. Every nerve in your body sings with triumphant glee, urging you to move your hips, to fuck yourself on him.
“This isn’t what I meant,” you whimper, gripping his muscled thigh.
“It’s the best way to share heat,” he hums against your throat, lips brushing over the pulse point there. “Naked. Close.”
You shift slightly, and the delicious stretch sparks a slight flare of pain that hurts far too good. “You’re taking advantage,” you moan softly.
Soap chuckles, grasps your hips, draws them back. He completely bottoms out, but he doesn’t move—doesn’t fuck you like you’re wanting him to. It’s a sinful thing to desire, to want this with him, to hide it from everyone else. The rest of the team is on the other side of the door, sitting around a makeshift fire.
They’ll come in eventually, wanting to sleep. Time is not on your side, and Soap is playing a dangerous game by sliding his cock inside you while the team is just a few feet away.
“Am I?” he croons. “You told me you wanted this.”
“They’ll catch us,” you breathe.
Johnny kisses your neck, nips your earlobe. “Then you best be quiet, lass. And let me enjoy this.”
Simon "Ghost" Riley
“Stop your moaning.” Simon’s lips are pressed to your ear, somehow louder than the pulsing music in the club. “You’ll draw attention.” He nips, and you whimper. “Don’t want my boss finding us.”
Simon’s boss. The man you’re supposed to marry to secure an alliance between warring families. The man you hate. And his bodyguard, Simon, the man who is currently balls deep, unmoving, keeping his cock warm and cozy in your pussy.
The two of you hide behind a thick, black curtain, sandwiched against the wall. Your husband-to-be is on the other side. Laughing. Drinking. No idea that his bride is being used as a toy just a few feet away.
The tip of Simon’s tongue traces the curve of your ear, slides down to your jaw, teases your neck. Tongue becomes teeth becomes lips. You melt into him, hands pressed firmly to the wall, the plaster warming where your cheek touches it.
“Don’t move,” he growls. “Or I’ll come inside you.”
Your pussy immediately flutters, squeezing him. Simon grunts, his hips bucking up into you.
“Fucking hell,” he groans into your throat.
Simon is the man you want, the one you think about late at night in your bed. Whenever your fiancé touches you, you think of Simon, pretending it’s him. You’re being torn in two, ripped in opposing directions.
Duty to family. Or following your heart.
And right now, your heart is holding onto a thread, his cock throbbing inside you, wanting to move—to fuck you senseless against the wall. And you’d do it, too. Allow him your body. Allow him to fill you with his seed. Have it drip down your thighs as you sit in your fiancé’s lap.
“You want me to. Don’t you?” he purrs, and you rock back into him. Simon hands dig into your hips, holding you tight. “Play with your clit,” he orders, voice husky. “Let me feel you.”
You do as he instructs. Circling your clit with your finger is easy. There is nothing but slickness there. Prominent. Loud.
“That’s it,” he coos, as your orgasm crests.
It’s brief. Sharp.
Simon grunts, and then warmth floods your pussy.
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echos-muses · 11 days ago
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reblog to give the pervious person a nice rock
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echos-muses · 11 days ago
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Tyche is learning the marvels of Living Room Life
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echos-muses · 11 days ago
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poor thing looks so confused
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echos-muses · 11 days ago
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simon to johnny’s girlfriend @rawme-price
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he needs enrichment
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echos-muses · 11 days ago
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johnny and simon @gloomwitchwrites
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echos-muses · 11 days ago
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syrax: SEASMOKE I BEEN WONDERING WHERE U RAN OFF TO MAN
seasmoke: I CLAIMED A NEW RIDER GIRL I GOT BORED
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SYRAX & SEASMOKE — 2.07 | "The Red Sowing"
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echos-muses · 11 days ago
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tony in the end of avengers
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echos-muses · 11 days ago
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someone please help my daughter has been rotated
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echos-muses · 11 days ago
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i’m fucking crying 😂😂
the world is a mess but at least we still have cunnilingus and spicy curry
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echos-muses · 17 days ago
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saw you were last active 4 days ago, so i just wanted to say that i’m thinking of you, your husband, and your daughter! i’m hoping your birth experience is everything you hope for and more! this is such a special thing you’ve shared with us, and i think i speak for all of us when i say it’s been fucking beautiful to be included in your journeys of pregnancy and motherhood. 🩵
Hello everyone! I really haven't been here for a while because Lucy was born on Sunday. She's so beautiful! My husband and I can't get enough of her. I'm so tired, but also happy. Below the cut I describe in more detail how it all went for me, including the delivery. I'm not posting any detailed descriptions, I'm more about my experience, so consider this a warning.
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My husband took me to the hospital on the night from Thursday to Friday, because I thought that this might be it (after giving birth and what labor contractions are, I now know that it wasn't). My contractions went away in the morning, but since the pregnancy was already a few days after the planned due date, my gynecologist wrote me a referral to the hospital for Monday anyway, so I was left there in the Pregnancy Pathology Department for observation.
And it must have been some divine providence that we went to that hospital then, because during Łucja's CTG test, her heart rate slowed down several times (she probably had so little room in my belly that she was pressing on her own umbilical cord). On Sunday, the doctors decided to induce labor with artificial oxytocin.
I was allowed to call my husband, and he was with me an hour later. What happened to me when I got labor contractions after artificial oxycodone is hard to describe: they are not natural, so they hurt unnaturally too: my screams and crying were probably heard by the entire hospital. I was given opioids, but it didn't help: the pain was unbearable and I begged for a caesarean section. My husband could only stand next to me, hold my hand and stroke my head.
Then the doctor came to see me, it turned out that I could actually push: thanks to him I gave birth naturally. I had to be connected to a CTG so they could see Lucy's heart rate, so I couldn't walk: the doctor suggested that I try giving birth kneeling on the labor chair, with my back to him. He massaged my back, guided me, praised every progress and was a huge psychological support for me, as did my husband and the midwives. And although I thought I would die there, I gave birth, and when I saw my daughter, everything else stopped mattering.
My husband said afterwards that it was traumatic, but also an incredible experience. That he had never been so afraid for my life, but at the same time he had never been prouder of me. The support I received from him is invaluable. I think that thanks to him I don't have the baby blues.
Fortunately, I have a lot of milk, and Łucja demands food with pleasure and sleeps well (so we have a lot of sleep too). She is a big, healthy girl. After returning home, my husband relieved me of all the duties he could so that I could have a moment for myself between breastfeeding. We I thank him for it, because I feel so blessed, he is upset, and says:
She is my daughter too. It's not about my good will, it's my duty to help you take care of her.
We all feel good.
Thank you to everyone who thought about us all this time. 💕
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