#slutty smug AND stupid

[st4rrth0ughts]

using a gun during hate? sex with Aventurine. ♣️🎲

cw, tw: exhibitionism, gun play. the next few posts will be requests and drabbles from my drafts, stay patient, lovelies :3 edit: im the og sub aventurine writer?!?!

Aventurine is the man your supposed to have killed. One of his old clients had paid you a good sum to kill him. But it seemed that your lovely gambler had found out about it, so now, its just the two of you in his dimly lit office, his hips grinding your crotch teasingly as he whispers in you, his former bodyguard’s ear, how your unable to pull the trigger, how you don't have the guts to actually go through with it. Well, you may not have the intentions of shooting him, but you have no intention of letting him go without punishment.

He is still trying to tease you. Even when you have him against his desk, a gun to his neck, his back facing you, he still manages to turn around and gives you that infuriatingly smug smirk as his face is just ever so slightly flushed, letting away a chance for you to break his composure. Grab his pants and pull it down, your finger immediately finding his clit, inserting a finger roughly, watching the blond jerk in surprise as a moan escapes his lips, as you realise that he's leaking slick. Bastard, he's turned on by the fact that you were about to kill him? How pathetic.

While he's busy whimpering like a dog in heat at how your cool fingers slide in him, his movements getting more and more frantic as he tries to fuck himself back on your fingers, you shove the head of the gun into his mouth, muffling his grunts and whines as he sucks on the head of the gun, his mind already in a hazy state. He's is drooling around the head of the gun, his lilac eyes rolling back while he complains about you pulling your fingers out of him, and letting out a choked yelp when you shove your angry cock into him.

Press him against the desk, your cock hitting all the right spots in him, just like how it was before. The gambler's reduced to nothing but a drooling, moaning mess while he cums around you for the nth time, begging you to stop, trying to grab onto your hands. Slap his ass, whisper in his ear about how fucking slutty he looks, being fucked silly by the man who was going to assassinate him, all the while he's gripping the table or your wrists, sobbing as he feels you pound into his cervix. The door to his office was unlocked, as much as the possibility of his subordinates or some other poor person seeing a man of authority getting fucked stupid by his assassin both terrified and excited him, even if no one else knew who you really were. Not that it mattered, he still considered you his lover.

Press him against the office window, fucking him hard from behind as his wrists are pressed against the pane, his eyes rolling back as one leg is slung over your shoulder, the new angle letting you push even deeper in his slutty hole, sharp wails tumbling out of his mouth as he cums around your cock again, a ring of white forming around the base of your dick, cum dripping onto the carpet below the two of you. He's on display, even if it is the dead of the night, anyone could walk below the building, and they would have a full view of one of the IPC's strategic investment senior manager getting breeded by his own bodyguard. Well, at least to the others, you were his bodyguard. he couldn't get away from you, even if he wanted to.

He'll wail when your cum fills him up, tears dripping down his face as drool slips past his lips, body slumping forward as he goes limp, soft pleas of 'p-please… s' too m-much…'. Of course, you don't heed his begging, opting to lift his legs onto your shoulders and press him against the office door, he shrieks when you slam into him, his body spasming in pure ecstasy and pain as your thrusts sent jolts through his entire being. Maybe keeping you around wasn't such a bad decision.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

june 2024 octa + 4koma manga updates

As a reminder, no Episode of Savanaclaw manga chapter this month ^^ And without further ado, some of the highlights (in my opinion) of the latest manga updates:

This month's cover page illustration features Yuuta and Grim marveling over a chess board (since at this point in the story they're camping out in Savanaclaw). If you look closely, each of the pieces on the chessboard represent the relevant TWST characters; there are two card soldiers (presumably one for Ace and one for Deuce), a wolf for Jack, a hyena for Ruggie, and a lion for Leona on the "white" side. On the opposing "black" side (fitting, since Azul will OB soon) are two eel pieces for the twins and one octopus piece for Azul.

We continue the adorable overly flattering Ace from last month's chapter! Sad to say that I, too, would be completely fooled by this act-- asbfalebqejdqo The older merguard is also very cute and enthusiastic. I love that the manga can give faceless NPCs and mobs actual eyes. It grants them a lot more personality and soul! We continue the adorable overly flattering Ace from last month's chapter! Sad to say that I, too, would be completely fooled by this act-- asbfalebqejdqo The older merguard is also very cute and enthusiastic. I love that the manga can give faceless NPCs and mobs actual eyes. It grants them a lot more personality and soul!

HECK YEAH, IT'S TWEELS tERRORISM TIME BBABY 🤡 Jade and Floyd got sooo many good shots this chapter????? Love that the second page above shows us just how long Floyd is + how the two genuinely delight in scaring our crew (RIP Ace, he looks so close to death's door when he seeks Jade and Floyd peeking at him).

These panels paint the picture of the chase and fight being very frantic for our crew, but really being a chill game to the Leech brothers. They definitely have the upper hand this whole time, and the art helps to convey that feeling!

(Side note: that face Deuce makes with the pinched mouth is also top tier 👌)

So this chapter is the one where Leona swipes the keys to Azul's vault and robs him of all the golden contracts. This results in many, MANY distressed, panicked, and/or desperate expressions from Azul... all of which are soooo delicious <3 There's a ton more than what I've included here (I picked some of my faves), I just couldn't include them all because of Tumblr post image limits.

THE SMUGZUL LAUGH?????? ?? ??? ?? ?????? ? HIS ANSWER TO THE OJOUSAMA LAUGH

Featuring: out-of-shape nerd (relatable) Azul fans fr feasting this update 🙏

RUGGIIIIIIE 🥰 He makes a lot of :3 faces that are just great!!

ANOTHER THING THAT CAUGHT MY ATTENTION WAS THE SHEER AMOUNT OF LEONA SMUG IN THIS CHAPTER I MEAN SEEING LEONA SMUG MAKES ME GRIT MY TEETH AND WANNA KNOCK HIM DOWN A PEG BUT WOW IS HE PRETTY LIKE THIS AUVYFB32T73RANfhbabfobiqrBI/.L;,'KJM;N GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I HAT EYOU KINHSCHPLAR I HATE YOU SO MUCH i'm gONA PUNCHHF YOU IN YOUR STUPID SLUTTY ,.,NAFCLAVICLE

anyway Anyway ANYWAY!!!!!! Azul is so close to snapping now, boys :)))) Soon... SOON, OB AZUL AND CHILD!OCTAVINELLE IN HIS FLASHBACK...

Now for 4koma news! This month features a comic about Epel playing Magift/Spelldrive and another comic about Jamil cooking curry.

My favorite segment from the Epel comic! Grim is peak cuteness here, love that he curls into himself to brace for impact, INCLUDING THE FRIGGIN TAIL.

HLBQVUFOQVIYFA; This part made me think of my Gordon Ramsay in Twisted Wonderland series, specifically the fish-themed installment with Jamil and Deuce; in it, Jamil plots on making a seafood dish to serve to Azul as revenge for the events of book 4. In the Jamil 4koma this month, Jamil sees Octavinelle and then considers making a seafood/fish curry with that smug-ass face in the bottom-most panel 💀 That's all for now! See you next month for more~

[gladiatorcunt]

patrick probably whines when you bounce on his cock.

cw: 18+ mdni, au of the ending where patrick wins (no infidelity btw, he and tashi never did anything), implied drug use, car sex mention, riding, afab reader, reader is naked/patrick is fully clothed, lowkey gross & nasty, breeding kink (i’m ovulating rn), unprotected p in v sex, slight degradation, unedited

You’re just so proud of your boyfriend, you can’t help but jump his bones immediately. You see Patrick running towards after his match, and you race to vault yourself into his arms. He laughs wholeheartedly and spins you around, partly happy because you seem to be so happy for him. He’s still in a state of shock, to be honest. Everything was leading up to Art cementing his place in his career, but Patrick had managed to beat him in the end. No one could believe it, Patrick’s hope had been almost completely gone by that point. But he did it, and maybe now he can leave behind the needles and scrimping pennies.

He still hasn’t processed anything, but your lips and giggles are too good to ignore. You gasp as he picks you up by gripping onto your thighs and hoisting your legs around his waist. You rock your clothed core against his abs for a second, in dire need of a little friction. Patrick makes the kiss messy, pushing more of his spit into the intense lip locking. He flicks away the string of saliva that connects your lips when he ducks back to look at you. You grin, eyes wide and cheeks blazing with heat. It’s a stupid decision, but you throw your body weight around to get Patrick to fall onto the bed with you.

“Fuck!” He shouts, darting his hands around the back of your head and digging his knees into the mattress so he doesn’t fall out. “Couldn’t have waited a little bit, are you a greedy whore all of a sudden?”

You shrug, “Maybe, but you’d like it if I was. Now come here, we have to celebrate.”

With that, you leg your legs fall open and put on your most convincing pout, beckoning your boyfriend to get a move on already. Seeing him sweat in those slutty shorts and hearing him grunt whenever he hit the ball really gets you going, something that you didn’t think was possible until you got an athlete boyfriend. It’s a competition to find out who can be the most insanely horny in the relationship at this point, and if Patrick ever got a hold of your diary, he’d agree that you win by a landslide.

Patrick latches onto your shoulders and spins to lie flat on his back with you on top of him. You adjust your position, jostling your hips until you’re positioned right over his hard bulge. You’re too busy getting lost in a flurry of clothes as you both kind of awkwardly undress on the bed, but eventually his pants are pulled down enough for his cock to spring free while you’re fully naked. You look like a porn star to him, teasingly swiveling your hips in the most seductive way possible.

He smirks and throws his arms behind his head, “I thought you were supposed to be my prize, what happened to making me feel like a winner?”

You bite you rlip, digging your nails into his pecs, “It’s not my fault you’re too keyed up to not cum immediately, savoring this is possible, you know?”

Patrick rolls his eyes and smiles, not picking a fight with you on that. Sometimes you like to get yourself worked up too, with his thick cock gliding in between your folds and mixing your juices together.

You lift your ass and throw a certain look towards him, and he tries not to be too smug as he wraps a large hand around the base of his hard cock. He holds the rigid length upright so all you have to do is hover over it and plop yourself right down on it. He doesn’t pump himself while he waits, he wanted to fuck before the match but you wouldn’t let him. You said it’d be better for him to have all this energy stored up.

You get restless and start to sink down on his cock, the stretch always takes some breath out of you but you were the one that decided to wait until now. Once he’s bottomed out, you’ve given up on teasing him until he breaks you entirely. You lift your hips until the tip of his dick catches on your hole and then slam down, starting off with a realsitically unattainable fast pace.

His fingers dig into the fat of your bouncing ass cheeks, “You’re inflating my ego too much, making me feel like a big shot getting fresh pussy in his hotel room.”

You moan, keeping eye contact as you fuck him into the mattress, “You- You are a big shot, babe. Shit- Just lie back and relax…”

The smell permeating in the room is already so pungent. Patrick’s natural musk intertwining with your own, if anyone else walked in they might faint, but to you two, you could cum from the scent of your sex by now. Being the same kind of freak in that regard brought you both so much closer if anything. You grind your pubes down against his, clenching on his dick on purpose. The friction is delicious for your clit, so you do it again.

He throws his head back, reaching up to curl one of his hands around your throat as you ride him, “Uh huh, that’s my dirty slut, so wet and tight for me.”

His words trail off into a squeaky whine as you speed up, truthfully losing stamina a bit but still determined to celebrate your boyfriend properly. You lean to press your sweaty tits right up against his own, and you whisper in his ear about this being a repeating occurrence.

“Maybe someday we’ll have a baby to put to bed first before we can do this, get them to wave at you from the stands and then pass them off to you when we’d see you after you win.” You lick the shell of his ear as you speed up, ignoring the embarrassing wet smacks of your slick ass against his hip bone. “Wouldn’t it be cute, me with a chubby baby on my hip that looks like you and another one already in my belly?”

“You’re a fuckin’ demon, i swear.” Patrick moans, giving you little whines here and there when you seem to really hit the spot. “Yeah, it’d be cute.”

What better way to celebrate than by having a baby?

He pulls you down by your neck to french kiss you, his tongue twisting around yours. The sheets are soaked by now and you don’t want to even imagine what the staff who have to clean his room will find. Random bits of fluid and the stench of sex heavy in the air, you’ll have to remember to leave some cash for a tip to ease your conscience.

You tighten your walls around him in short bursts until he’s clawing at your ass and smacking it extremely hard as he cums inside you. The stinging is a pleasant catalyst for your own orgasm soon after. You can’t wait to see how dirty you get his car seats.

[seichv]

CHUUYA fucks you mean.

one hand pushing your face down into the mattress while the other holds both your wrists behind your back as he brutally rams inside of you from the back. slap, slap, slap, the sound echoing through the bedroom. your shaky whimpers are muffled into the sheets, your ears almost starting to ring.

and this whole time he manages to keep that damn smug smirk laid across his face, watching how your whole body trembles as your soaked cunt hugged his length oh so perfectly… you were being utterly ruined.

“yeahh… pussy’s all mine, huh?” he grunts, the mocking tone lingering in his voice making you shudder. he gives your ass a harsh slap, your hips jolting slightly and making your ass jiggle even more, making him take his bottom lip in between his teeth. his thrusts quickened, the hand that was pushing your face down now bunched up your hair and tugged at it, pulling you back. you gasp, drool smeared along the corners of your lips and dripping down your chin, your eyes rolled back to your skull, slutty moans being the only sound you're able to make… saying it looked nasty would be an understatement.

chuuya leans down a little to meet your face, tugging you back by the hair even more, your back arched against him as your mouth stayed hung open. you looked a mess, he couldn't help but let out a low chuckle at this sight of you, looking worn the fuck out and drunk off his cock. “you love getting fucked stupid on this dick, don't you?” that voice of his is enough to make you clench harder around him, a creamy white ring forming around the base of his cock as you frantically nodded.

his hand finds the front of your neck, firmly holding it as your head titled up and his hypnotic gaze looked straight into your teary eyes. getting fucked so good it brought you to tears… you never even knew that was possible until chuuya. ”who’s pussy is this?” his tone was chilling but in a real sexy way, you could feel a knot tying inside your stomach, your cunt still stuffed of his cock. “yours… all yours... f-fuck–!” your voice was so hoarse and weak that it made his heart swell, he crashed his lips onto yours as he filled your pussy full of his cum, the same time as your juices sprayed all over his shaft and onto the bed, drenching it, your eyes screwed shut as a loud moan is let out from you, chanting his name like a prayer.

your limp body dropped down as chuuya slowly pulls out, watching his milky fluids flow out your pussy with a smirk, just to stuff it back in with his fingers, your hips shifting back as he does so. his hand drew shapes on your lower back and massaged you, and he placed kisses up towards your nape. he then gets off the bed, and begins to pick you up bridal style. “you did so good for me, beautiful.” you placed a kiss on his cheek, as you were carried to the bathroom.

[satoruhour]

reader x toji where they hav an argument nd the reader dresses slutty and suddenly has plans at the club w her friends. but toji doesnt like that 🫣

a/n: IM HERE . IM HERE SORRY IVE BEEN RB-ING SO MANY THINGS !!!! but i promise im writing hahahaha. but also i dont owe anyone an explanation! enjoy anon!

wc: 1.4k

warnings: toji picks ur lock w/ a bobby pin lol, reader is a little mean LMFAO but #valid, dom!toji, pussy drunk tojiiiii, implied overstimulation, oral / cunnilingus (from the back + face-sitting + lying on ur back), exhibitionism? (reader is on call with her friends but her girls don’t know she’s getting eaten out!), implied unprotected p -> v sex @ the end, implied creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“yeah— but you didn’t have to say it like that!” you huffed out at your boyfriend, or so you thought, because you probably had read too much into this relationship, heart tearing apart when toji simply said he was with his woman, with benefits while on the phone with shiu. 

you tsked when toji opened his mouth to explain, a distraught expression on his face that implied it was a slip of his mouth but even then you were relentless about the simple slip-up that meant a lot to you. it wasn’t often that toji had anything but an indifferent expression on him and you’d relish in his panicking face with a smug grin if it wasn’t for your rage.

“stupid fucker — still thinkin’ i’m just some bitch he fucks like he doesn’t whine for me in his sleep,” you grumble to yourself mindlessly later, phone blowing up from the messages from your friends while you scour through various outfits that slowly flood your bed. 

No way he said that!!!! Wtf???? Who does he think he is?

let’s bring u out tonight babe. wear sum cute

yeah!!. Let’s get ur mind off of that lame fella . he still kinda hot tho…

it’s messy and there’s a continuous clash of colour with each skirt or top you pull out and you groan in annoyance, so you take a shower — and it’s not all that better either, mulling over that dreaded sentence while lathering yourself up, while washing it off, getting dressed. it pisses you off so much that a man’s words can affect you so much, but that’s the price you pay when it comes to toji.

the toji who gives you a crushed, bloody bouquet after coming back from one of his dangerous missions, the toji who grumbles while he pushes the last nugget in the mcdonald’s box toward you despite loving it, the toji who likes to feel your body against his because he’s said that the mere sensation of you pressed up against him is enough to make him cum.

you scoff when you hear a knock on the door, in the midst of pulling an extremely short skirt up your hips with your ass basically peeking out from under it, paying it no mind before securing a tube around your bust.

“shut the fuck up!” you bark back when toji knocks again and there’s silence altogether, rolling your eyes when there’s a dramatic sigh from behind the wooden door and your feet naturally has you swerving away from the bed to open up the door, if not for the call from your girls that come in. the ringtone echoes throughout the room, distracting you from the professional work being done by toji with one of your bobby pins.

with phone on the bed, it’s led to your ass being propped up while you’re on your hands, butt facing the door with a full on display of your miniskirt and the very lacey underwear toji’s gotten for you for your anniversary. it was a petty move, you know — everything felt right when you pulled the material over your legs after your shower, not expecting yourself to pick up such a revealing bottom.

but now you know everything definitely felt right when those panties pooled at one of your ankles that hang off the bed while you’re trying not to whimper into the call with your girls who’s just so excited to see you. it’s a wonder they haven’t already heard the sloppy noises of toji eating it from the back, hands gripping onto your ass cheeks so hard they form bruises and you don’t have it in you to give a fuck when the other licks a hot, long stripe up your folds.

“left the house already, hon?” one of your friends ask and you’re gripping so tightly onto the phone that it hurts a little, not missing the way toji mumbles out that your pussy tastes as sweet as ever.

“uh— ah! n-not yet!” you squeal when toji smiles into your cunt and you absolutely hate how your hips shimmy toward him instinctively when your boyfriend pulls on your thighs to bring you closer, “i’ll leave soon, o-okay— mm—”

“babe?”

“okay bye!” you panic and press the large red button, hanging up immediately before your moans increase in volume immediately and your head dips into the bedsheets. the man eats pussy like a starved man, slobbering over your pussy while his nose just takes in your scent and arousal — something that’s gotten him hooked since day one. your leaking hole, your sensitive clit, your twitching thighs. god, toji loved every part of you and he was determined to fuck you better than a friend with benefits.

“’m sorry baby, mmfhh—” toji grunts into your core, “any chance ya could forgive your old man?”

the hold on your pride was getting looser and looser while your hands only clutch the sheets tighter and tighter, whimpers turning into a borderline scream when the man manoeuvres himself under you and yanks you down onto his face. your arms support your limp body instantly, hips moving with their own mind as you grind into toji’s tongue with breathless pants, rolling your pelvis over him and he groans at the feeling. toji doesn’t care that your miniskirt is in the way, eyes peeking out from the fabric and flitting over to you and your breath hitches cause you know he’s serious in earning back your forgiveness.

“not when— haah… you’re still saying i’m just some— w-whore you fuck.” you’re still a little bitter, but toji below you is enough to make you clench around nothing, high already approaching when he switches between sucking and nibbling and flicking his tongue at your bundle of nerves. 

“slip of the tongue, i promise, doll,” he talks into your drooling pussy, the vibrations sending chills up your body, hands flying to his hair to grab onto toji’s hair and pulling, “you’re my cute lil girlfriend, aren’t ya?” you hate how easily you nod your head, “mine to fuck, and mine to eat out, yeah?”

that sentence alone has you needing to lock eyes with toji just for a moment to see his lips curl up slyly, bottom half of his face soaked with your juices that your stomach contracts a little at the sight, a weak whimper leaving your lips.

“yeah…” you mumble out breathlessly and that’s all it takes for toji to go back to eating, quickly bringing that burning coil in your tummy again while slurping up your arousal. the room feels so hot and you’re sure you’re sweating through your outfit that you so carefully picked out that you’re peeling it off your body. your lover only wraps his larger arms around your thighs when he sees that your pretty tits are out, intoxicated on the thin layer of sweat lining your body and the curve of your upper body.

“toji, toji, toji—” you’re chanting his name like it’s a mantra, dizzy from the constant abuse toji does to your clit, pleasure shooting through your body when he moans around your cunt and you’re cumming with a moan of his name, thighs shivering around his head that he only laughs, humming into your core while you soak his sheets and skin. you’re just about prepared to get fucked when you catch a glimpse of toji’s hand palming his bulge, but that isn’t what toji has in mind when he changes positions again.

“taste s’good, baby,” toji groans, pulling apart your thighs that close from the sensitivity, “let me eat ya out until i’m forgiven.”

and all he can do is stick to his words whenever after each orgasm he pulls from you, you’re shaking your head like you’re saying you aren’t forgiven and he figures out your game soon enough, but whatever his girlfriend says, it goes. it’s just like that for toji who worships every part of you, a mistake rewarded well later when he taps his fat, leaking tip on your cunt and slips in easily from how many times he’s made you cum, reaching nirvana just from hearing your still-loud mewls leaving your worn-out body.

it’ll be something that will be burnt into his brain, forever, but toji doesn’t have time to think about that for now, so he just fucks you like he thinks a sorry man should fuck — deep into your cunt with the promise of being better and the need of giving you everything you ask for, even if it’s something as simple of wanting his cum in you.

whatever his princess wants, his princess gets.

i cannot go a day without mentioning breeding omfg im actually deranged

[poppy-metal]

cheating on your boyfriend with older ex!patrick because he just doesn’t fuck you right - doesn’t bounce you on his cock like a rag doll and whisper about how slutty you are like patrick does, is too squeamish to do any of the nasty shit you crave so badly, barely knows how to eat pussy, can’t handle piss, can’t take control the way you know your daddy could - so you end up in patrick’s bed and he talks to you like he pities you - it’s condescendingly sweet, like you’re too fucking stupid to make the right decision - “poor thing, he can’t fuck you like daddy can, huh? you need a break from your pathetic little boyfriend to get some real dick?” but he doesn’t pity you, he loves that you’re running to him with your two-pump-chump boyfriend’s cum fresh in your pussy because she’s still throbbing and you can’t fix it by yourself. you need daddy’s help. you need your daddy to make you feel better. you need your daddy to remind you why dating these pathetic little boys isn’t worth it. you never should have left him and you know it. he’ll never let you forget it when you’re cock drunk, begging for him to fix it all for you, make it all better again. and he’ll fix it for you. daddy will make it all better by keeping you in his bed and sending your little boyfriend pictures of his cum dripping from your pussy while you’re sleeping <33

hes so smug but also half pissed off you think you could have it better - the way he fucks you is punishing everytime you crawl back to him. thinks it's only fair he show your boyfriend you were never really his - you're too fucked out to question when he pulls out his phone and records his cum sliding out around his cock as he slowly draws it from your pussy - thick rivers of it dripping down over your little asshole. he thumbs you there - "does he fuck you here?" he better not. you know this ass belongs to him. every part of you does, but this part especially - you'd let him be the first one to fuck you here, the man to make you addicted to it - it would strangely hurt to know you'd let another person fuck you here - hurt more than knowing you let other people fuck your cunt.

you shake your head though - and your greedy little asshole twitches under his pressing digit. he feeds his thumb inside - gritting his teeth at the searing heat - his cum being pushed inside. "no, daddy," you whimper - "no one else."

his cock pulses. bobbing up and filling out again. he reaches down to pump himself, cock slick with your juices. he picks his phone up again when he guides this tip of his cock to that winking hole - "that's a good girl. know this is daddy's hole, don't you?" he presses in in in - and he knows the view on the camera is obscene - the way your hole clenches and flowers open as it allows the thick head of him to pop inside.

"yeah-" you pant "yeah - it's yours. all yours-"

"fuck -" he grunts. that ass swallows him so good. always knows to take his cock like it was made too. "so fucking tight. you were away too long, baby. s'gonna hurt -"

but you like when it does - eager eyes gleaming as you bring your legs up, bearing down on him - eyes rolling back at the stretch and burn of patricks thick cock claiming your ass again. your only lube the cum that drips from your well used cunt.

"aw, yeah. that's it -" he's balls deep now. sack fat and heavy where it rests low against the crack of your ass - "always know how to welcome your daddy back home - fuck -"

has to end the video there. because he needs both hands to fuck you like this - one cupping the back of your head, forcing you to watch where he slides in and out - the other gripping one of your thighs - holding it out and away so you're forced to feel him deep -

by the time he's done with you you've got two holes dripping with his cum - your ass is sore - and you already know you're breaking up with your boyfriend when you go back home. if only so you can come right back to patrick.

[jadedvibes]

Wanted

Summary: You consider ending things with Bucky after seeing a girl come on to him, but it's not that easy, and you get a hard reminder about who he really wants in the clubhouse bathroom.

Pairing: Beefy biker!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected rough possessive sex, oral sex (f), fingering, brief exhibitionism/semi-public sex, mirror sex, jealous and angry reader, biker slang/culture, slightly toxic angsty vibes with a happy ending, a lot of swearing, pet names, beefy!bucky (he needs a warning).

Word Count: 1.6k

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Leaning against the counter you tried to slow your breath and calm down after what you had just seen. A slutty little sweet butt, practically grinding herself against the man you’d been seeing – the man you thought was yours. Hell, he hadn’t told you that you were his old lady, but countless nights tangled up in his sheets at the clubhouse had you thinking that you were something more. Anything more.  

You watched the way he smirked at her before you finally got sick of the sight and stormed into the bathroom down the hall. 

Embarrassment flooded you as you realized what a waste your efforts with him were. You tried your best to play it cool, go easy and casual with Bucky because that's the pace that he set. But now you knew that he was just stringing you along out of convenience. 

Deep blue eyes locked with yours as you stared into the mirror, the brawny biker slipping into the bathroom behind you. 

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could ya Buck?” you sneered at his reflection. 

“C’mon darlin’, don’t be like that.” His big, warm hands slowly slid around your waist from behind. 

You turned in his hold, glaring up into his stupid gorgeous eyes. He towered over you and his large frame took over the cramped space. Why did he have to look like that? All broody, and irresistible, and annoyingly beguiling. Just having his hands on you made you want to fall down the rabbit hole, pretend like it didn’t bother you, as if your heart wasn’t on the line and you were perfectly fine – but then he smirked. 

Anger rose up your chest as you looked at him, grinning at you like he did at her. Rage took over. “I’m fucking done with you!” you shouted, shoving his broad chest away from you, but he didn’t move an inch and you hated how hot that was. His body emanated power, and his presence made you weak. 

Bucky’s eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly opening as his gaze darkened. “Nothing happened, and nothing was gonna happen, honest,” he declared. He sounded sincere, and you despised the way you felt your hard exterior fragment at his words. 

That smug smirk graced his lips again, and you wanted to slap it off, or more honestly, kiss it off. 

“You didn’t want something to happen with her?” 

He crowded you, pushing you up against the counter behind you, close enough to feel the heat permeating off his body. “Now why would I want that when I have this sexy little spitfire right here?” 

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip as you fought to hold onto your resolve the best you could. God, you just wanted him to hurt a little bit, wanted to be the one to walk away. “You don’t have me, Bucky.”

Gently running the back of his knuckles down the side of your face, his gaze flickered from your mouth to your eyes. “Don’t I?” he questioned, unaffected by your lie. 

Gasping at his arrogance, “You son of a bitch.” You were done, this was it. He was used to getting his way with every girl he came across, but you weren’t going to give the self-righteous bastard the satisfaction. 

His gruff voice broke your train of thought. “Because you sure as hell have me.”

Your breath hitched as you looked into his dark dilated pupils – he meant it. 

“You’re only gonna break my heart, I don't think we should –”

His lips cut you off before you could end it. His tongue was hot and determined. His hands moved up and cupped your jaw as he held you in place, kissing you until you couldn’t think. Until you forgot why you were mad in the first place, only knowing that you needed him. 

“You can’t quit me, baby,” he whispered against your lips. His hypnotic eyes reminded you that you were too far gone; his lips against your neck as his rough hands slid down and up your skirt, kneading your ass harshly cemented his possession. 

With his sinful blue eyes transfixed on yours, he dropped to his knees between your legs and licked up the length of your inner thigh. Heat bloomed in your core as you gave in, watching him kiss his way up your thighs, biting into your flesh as his eyes held yours. Whimpering out, you tugged him closer, needing more. Bucky chuckled darkly before burying his face in between your thighs, licking and sucking you through your lacy g-string. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panty and eased them off before swiftly hooking your leg over his shoulder and swiping his hot thick tongue through your wet folds. 

Your hands fell to his hair, holding him in place. “So fuckin’ good,” he groaned under his breath, his eyes closed in pleasure as he licked you from your entrance to clit, over and over again. 

Without warning he shoved two thick fingers into your center, working you over as his tongue fixated on your bundle of nerves. The cool metal of his rings sliding against your hot skin created a delicious contrast. You moaned in between gasps of air, watching as he took care of what he knew belonged to him. The grip on his hair got harsher and he could tell you were close, feeling your needy muscles quiver – his favorite tell-tale sign. 

Unable to control yourself you trembled in pleasure, body convulsing as you came undone. “That’s it, baby,” he purred, helping you through it, curling his fingers deeper inside of you. Mischievous eyes watched in appreciation, his chest swelling with pride as you whimpered out his name. 

While your anger had been snuffed out to embers, your passion for him reignited the flame. 

You coaxed Bucky to stand before tearing at his shirt, pulling his cut and flannel open so that you could nip at his neck. You bit and sucked your way down to his tattooed chest, leaving your mark as you went. 

Tugging at his belt, you swiftly undid his jeans, desperate to feel him. Before you could wrap your hand around his heavy length, he gripped the back of your thighs and pressed you hard up against the wall across from the mirror; where you could watch as he wrecked you. 

Holding you there with his hips and hands, he leaned forward to capture your lips before lining himself up; only pulling back a split second to watch your face as he buried himself inside of you, driving home with one hard thrust. You gasped at the stretch and intense familiar pressure. Bucky had fucked you so many times, but that first plunge never failed to take your breath away; always reminded you how no other man could ever fill you so right. 

His hips snapped into yours mercilessly, striking you roughly again and again at an unwavering pace. 

You threw your head back and lost yourself in a daze, incapable of uttering a word. Fuck, you’d let him do whatever he wanted if he’d keep on using your body like that.

“You’re all I want,” he growled, his teeth on your neck. 

As he recklessly thrusted in deeper than imaginable, you almost missed the quiet click of the door. But then your eyes locked in the mirror with that dumb skank that wanted your man. 

Her eyes nearly bulged out in surprise and you took the opportunity to toss her a devilish grin as Bucky took you apart. That’s right bitch, mine. 

She scurried off right before your back arched off the wall, your muscles tightening around him. 

“Oh, fuck –”

“Takin’ all of me so fuckin’ well,” Bucky grinded his pelvis into you, rubbing your clit each time he bottomed out, knocking the air from your lungs. He was lost in you, and all you could do was take it. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, you pulled him impossibly closer, until your walls spasmed as you shattered in his arms. But he wasn’t done with you; he rutted into you hard, watching proudly as your body quaked between the wall and him. You clenched him perfectly, pulsating around him so hard it sent him over the edge. 

You bit his lip as you felt his thrusts grow erratic. Bucky groaned out your name as he jerked violently, emptying himself – branding your insides with his hot release. 

He’d be happy to spend the rest of his days living in you. His brain was foggy, but his heart knew who he was supposed to be with. Resting his forehead against yours, he panted as he tried to calm down. 

Wrapping your hand around his jaw, you smiled softly. “I love it when we fight,” you admitted. 

He chuckled and squeezed your thighs. “Me too, darlin’,” he nipped your lip. “But I’m starting to think you start these fights because you know how it’ll end.” 

You giggled at his words, he was onto your game. “Maybe I do,” you whispered just before your lips met his for a soft, sweet kiss. 

You were everything he wanted in a woman, you gave him more than he ever thought he’d find in his world. Right then, he made a mental note to stop entertaining the advances of other girls. His soul was already taken. But damn was it true, the fights always led to the best sex. 

Carefully pulling himself out, he gently set you down, keeping his arms around your waist as you stood on wobbly legs. Your smudged eye makeup, those gorgeous sultry lips, and the way you looked at him – Bucky was a goner. 

You were his weakness, and he knew then what he’d never said out loud – all he needed from this life was his bike, the club, and his best girl. 

[queenimmadolla]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You surprise Eddie with your baby's first trick-or-treat costume. Spoiler alert: she's adorable.

a/n: for maisie 🩷

more penny and Eddie here

“I’m waitiiiiiiiiing.” Eddie sang out from the couch, tugging at the neck of the cream colored turtleneck you’d guilted him into wearing. It wasn’t as bad as the sweater he had to wear with it. Truly the ugliest thing he had ever seen. 

  It was so ugly, it offended him and he was a little grumpy about it, which you teased was appropriate considering he was supposed to be dressed as Bert from Sesame Street. 

  Yeah. Sesame Street. 

  The (totally) gay puppets.

“You’ll have to get close.” Eddie had threatened when you pulled out eyeliner, not to line his eyes like you did before one of his shows or a date night, but to link his brows together in the most unrealistic looking unibrow ever. 

  Once upon a time, up until like two Halloweens ago, Eddie had used this day to be completely and thoroughly chaotic. Messy. Well, as messy as the social pariah could be on Halloween. So just really drunk, maybe high—sometimes both—making out with someone who wouldn’t acknowledge his existence the following day (and he was very grateful for you for breaking the curse on that last carefree Halloween). But that was the old Eddie Munson.

  Gone was the Eddie Munson that either went all out–in leather, eyeliner and fake blood–or barely tried with some devil horns and a bad sense of humor for halloween to deal weed and drugs, smoke weed and drink til he threw up, or get fucked. Granted, he wasn’t going through this change alone. 

  Your opportunities to party on Halloween night with your friends–having all gotten ready together for the big, slutty night out–drinking ‘til you were stupid only to wake up on your bedroom floor (sometimes not even yours and on one year, the top of your neighbor’s car) with no real repercussions were no more.

  Your days as primarily careless teenagers and now young adult were over, replaced with enjoying the night in a way you were both surprised to find that you didn’t hate, even as early twentysomethings. 

  Hell, the both of you were eager–even if Eddie had to wear a lame costume. He’d wanted to be Ernie, at least.

  “Shut up!” You called back from the bedroom. Eddie snickered at the amusement hidden under your voice and shifted until he was lounging on his side, arm propped up with his hand.

  “Still waitiiiiiiiing!”

  You’d been hiding a certain costume from him for the past three weeks, and the anticipation was killing him.

  “You are the most impatient man I have ever met.” 

  “I just gotta have you, baby.” Came his immediate response and his grin widened when he realized he didn’t even have to think up replies for your quips, it just came natural now. He knew you that well. Still made him giddy and want to kick his feet in the air.

  He loved being married to you. Sue him.

  “Okay, here we come!” You announced and Eddie scrambled to sit up straight, eagerly leaning forward to get an early peak. 

  You walked down the short hall, dressed in a striped sweatshirt, jeans with the bottoms rolled into cuffs and a pair of red converse. Ernie. But Eddie already knew what your costume was, it was a couple’s costume and you were indeed a couple. 

  It was who you were glancing back at, just out of his line of sight, that held his curiosity. 

  “C’mon, baby. Go show daddy!”

  At your prompting, your baby–just a couple of months over a year old–came waddling out, footsteps awkward as she got used to the orange duck feet covering her own and the padding and stuffing of her yellow duck costume, clutching a bottle you’d given her to keep her from fussing while you got her dressed. Her curly little head and chunky cheeks were framed in the hood of the costume, with the duck’s  head resting on hers.

  “Are you kidding me?” Eddie asked, mouth dropping open as his eyes darted from his cute little spawn in her adorable costume to your smug expression and back, “Are you joking? OH MY GOD!”

  Eddie reached his arms out to Penny, fingers curling into his fists as he made grabby hands, “You are so precious, my little baby, come to daddy!”

  Penny was delighted with his praise, drooly mouth dropping open and big brown eyes sparkling as she rushed forward. Her lack of coordinated motor skills paired with the duck feet and the padding of her duck bottom throwing her equilibrium off meant she immediately lost her balance and you and Eddie both inhaled sharply, quickly rising to attention as she wobbled forward briefly, then fell back on her cushioned tail feathers.

  It was far from a dangerous fall, so you and Eddie stood frozen, waiting for her response so as to not sway her to have a certain response, having taken her to the doctor’s after a fall once only to learn she was perfectly fine and had only started crying because you had. 

  You both learned real quick to wait for her response after falling, sometimes she cried and had a boo boo that Daddy and Mommy could fix with some first aid and a kiss, and other times she'd run right into the wall, get up, and walk away (albeit while muttering in angry baby gibberish).

  Penny blinked once, eyes flying from your face to her dad’s before she wiggled her bum against the floor, set her bottle down next to her and tried to stand up. 

  You both let out matching sighs of relief before Eddie darted forward to scoop her up.

  “Are you rubber ducky?” Eddie asked once he had her situated in his arms. All she did was give him that big, beautiful smile of hers (no longer gummy with the teeth she had coming in but thinking about that made Eddie teary eyed) before her attention strayed to his long curls and her chunky little fist flew out to grab some of it, staring it down before she put it in her mouth.

  “Say, yes, baby.” You encouraged her after picking up her bottle, hand tucking in one of her curls peaking out.

  “Yesh.” She parroted, mouthing aggressively at the hair in her fist. While she was distracted, Eddie took the opportunity to press kisses into her cheek, smothering her in them until she grew annoyed and snapped her head in his direction, mouth wide in protest.

  “Sor-ry!” He huffed, still grinning as he pressed another one into her soft cheek. She was all talk  and no bite. Mostly.

  “What does the duck say, baby?” You asked, trying to prompt her. She could do some of the animal sounds and she’d gotten the duck right a few times.

  “Moooo.” And sometimes she moo’d.

  “That is one interesting duck.” Eddie commented and you shushed him.

  “No, baby. Quack.”

  “Cack.”

  Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Okay, that’s a little too close to–we’ll stick with moo.”

  You grabbed her trick-or-treat bag, a disposable camera and a couple of other things you thought you might need to take her trick-or-treating for the first time, while Eddie continued to coddle her, only putting her down when you were all ready to go. 

  Penny was little miss independent until she caught sight of the steps outside of the trailer. Then she whimpered, dropped her bottle and turned to Eddie, shoving herself at his legs as she reached her little arms up to him.

  “Up! UP! Up!”

  It was mean of him, really it was, because Penny was genuinely afraid of the steps but that also meant she demanded her daddy hold her in his arms, and that wasn’t really a loss for him so he hoped she’d hang onto that fear for a while before she got inventive and found another way to climb down them without him.

  Eddie picked her up and she curled into his chest, chin on his shoulder as she clung to him with the duck head on her hood hitting the side of his face. He was trying to hide his smile but it was much too large to conceal and you glared at him with no malice, more amused with Eddie than anything.

  “It’s okay, sweetpea. Daddy will protect you from those big, mean steps.”

  He cackled as you shook your head with a smile. 

  “You are so messed up, capitalizing off of her fear.”

  “Hey–it’s easy for you, she still demands and needs your boob. Did you see her refuse my kisses in there? I’m fighting for her affection here. And I’m gonna keep doing it, as soon as she gets over her fear of steps, I’m telling her a monster lives underneath them. Now, let's go get some candy I’ll also eat on her behalf.”

  He bounded cheerfully out the door, Penny bouncing in his arms while you locked up behind him and called out in your laughter.

  “And using your baby for candy–oh, you’ve got to choke tonight. I’ll save you, but you’ve got to choke.”

  Eddie paused, waiting for you to catch up as his lips curled into smirk in a very Grinch like manner and you groaned, eyes squeezing shut as you realized what he was implying without having to verbalize it. 

  “I mean, I’d be happy to arrange that–”

  “Keep walking, Bert. We only have an hour and a half so we’d better get a move on if you want a decent amount of candy to steal from your own baby.”

  “I’m not above taking candy from any baby.” He confirmed leaning down just as you leaned up to meet in a kiss, the both of you smiling into it. It was brief, ending when Penny accidentally pecked the both of you with the head of her costume.

[ken-dom]

Ken After Dark

Ken x reader

2.3k words

Gorgeous artwork created for this fic by the wonderful @dranna 💖

Summary: Ken has a dirty secret that you’ll only discover if you skip girls night.

Author’s Notes: I have two headcanons for Ken — excited, needy virgin sub!Ken who cries after sex, and smug, secretly slutty dom!Ken (who also cries after sex if you praise him).

I originally posted this to my main blog but I'm re-posting all my work here to have everything in one place due to an unresolved tagging issue on my main.

Warnings/content: NSFW, 18+, dom!Ken, f!reader, Ken has a huge praise kink, blow job, voice kink if you squint, crying, aftercare, reference to bitter competition between Kens, it’s still light and fun in places so expect talk of disco pants during the blow job and references to the stupid shit he says it’s a Ken fic what do you expect

Ken pulled away, lips swollen and cheeks flushed, leaving you breathless beneath him.

‘You like that?’ he smirked, voice dark and low. It wasn’t the voice you were used to hearing from him at the beach; light, fun… eager. It was almost dangerous, and it caused your legs to tremble.

And yes, you did like it, that hot-blooded kiss that spread from a warm tingle on your lips to searing heat pooling at your core, so you nodded, burning up under the intensity of his gaze as he awaited the answer he craved.

‘Yeah? Well, there’s a lot more where that came from,’ he growled, grabbing your jaw and roughly dragging you back to him for a deeper, more ferocious kiss that frankly didn’t last long enough. ‘I can show you things you couldn’t comprehend.’

Bet Ken couldn’t comprehend them either, Ken thought bitterly as he rolled his hips to press his erection into your thigh with a loud groan. The sensation soothed his nagging jealousy for a moment.

‘Show me, Ken,’ you cooed, desperate for more.

‘Only if you beg.’

Your eyes widened at his response, his commanding voice rolling through you like a vibration.

‘Please, Ken- I- I need you to show me…’ you breathed, hypnotised by the deadly glint in his eyes.

Yeah, that’s right, beg. You’re begging me. Not Ken.

‘On your knees,’ he snarled against your lips, one hand swiftly slapping and then grabbing a handful of your ass. ‘Now.’

You followed his instruction without question, slipping down onto the floor to kneel before him as he stood above you, freeing himself from his disco pants and guiding your lips to his impressive cock. He smiled down smugly when he heard the gasp you couldn’t contain at the sight of it, sparkling precum already leaking from the angry red tip, shaft throbbing within his fist.

When you’d let your thoughts wander, you always imagined Ken would be a gentle lover, easing you into a slow and gentle lovemaking session with soft touches and tender caresses and lingering kisses, focussing entirely on your pleasure before thinking of his own and delighting in sharing himself with you.

This, however, was shaping up to be a fantasy you’d never quite dared to explore, but oh, it felt so dirty and so unexpectedly good.

You suckled teasingly at the tip for a moment, taking your time to taste him. But Ken was impatient. He thrust himself hard into your mouth, choking you slightly as his length reached the back of your throat, and you began to suck, lapping at his slit each time you bobbed your head and pulled back. You were surprised to discover that you were causing him to tremble, his legs growing weak at your ministrations.

‘Ohhh… uhhhghh- UGH!’

A thrill ran through you at the desperate sounds of his pleasure. He was louder with each thrust, with each lap of your tongue and the hollowing of your cheeks, with each muffled hum you couldn’t quite get out around a mouthful of his cock, and every vibration they sent through his core.

You glanced up to see that he was biting his fist with his eyes tight shut, trying (and spectacularly failing) to keep the noise down. With every passing second you craved more, so you sucked harder, bobbed your head faster, worshipped his cock with your tongue, and before long, the first that had muffled his moans was useless.

With a final cry that would have woken the whole street if it wasn’t for girls night occupying all your neighbours a couple of streets over, he firmly wound his fist back into your locks and sharply pulled you away, your lips slipping off his length with a light pop, leaving only a string of saliva connecting you to his leaking, swollen cock as you gazed up at him.

He was a picture, breathless and flushed, barely able to keep himself together.

‘On the bed,’ he snapped after a shaky, deep breath, lips curling in delight as he watched you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand and scramble back up onto the sequin duvet.

Ken might be the coolest but he isn’t getting his dick sucked like this tonight, Ken thought, a rush of power spreading through his body, making him chuckle delightedly.

He crawled over you, pinning your wrists above your head and biting his lip as he took the sight of you in, your swollen, wet lips and dilated pupils making his cock twitch. One light stroke, he thought, and he’d be done for, so he kept himself propped up avoiding the warmth of your body against his twitching length.

‘That felt… mmh… sublime,’ he rumbled, eyes gazing longingly into yours as he bit his lip, and you swore a glint of the Ken you knew flashed behind them somewhere. 

His eyes sparkled, his cheeks flushed, and you thought he would snap out of this and make love to  you like Beach Ken would. Needy and whiny and considerate…

He blinked, shook his head, whipped off his jacket and top and glared at you again, a snarl playing across his pretty lips.

‘I need to fuck you now. You deserve my cock for sucking it so good. Do you want that? Do you want me to make you mine?’

Nodding eagerly, you placed your hands gently on his chiselled chest, breathless as you caressed his perfect body. Ken’s eyes slid closed and he turned his face away, and for a moment you thought he was crying. But before you had a chance to show him any more softness, or notice that he had actually let out a soft sob at the tender way you’d touched him, he gripped your hips roughly to hold you firmly in place beneath him, devouring you with his eyes once again as he pushed himself inside.

Your eyes rolled back as he stretched you, sculpted hips digging hard into your flesh with each delicious thrust, fucking into you so hard you weren’t sure the bed would hold up.

You leaned up to kiss him, but he stopped you with another command; one that he really needed, and his orgasm was so near that he needed it now.

‘Tell me you- ah!- notice me? Tell me I’m- ahh!’

He sounded weaker somehow, quieter, as he tried to hold off his climax for just a few more seconds. He was trying to uphold this seductive, dominating version of himself, but he couldn’t quite keep it up with his peak nearing so rapidly and thoughts of you treating him softly filling his mind. All jealous thoughts of Ken had been overtaken by thoughts of you. There was only you. He needed you.

‘T-tell me… please-’ he whimpered.

‘You’re so hot, Ken,’ you panted, ‘you’re… mmh- amazing at kissing, god, I never would have imagined how good, ohh!- and you’re sexy and handsome and… Ken, I- I need you, my body aches for you- I’m so close-’

Ken intoxicated your mind, fucking you with such abandon you couldn’t quite think of any more words. It was just him. Everything was him, from your fingertips to the depths of your aching core.

You clawed at his back, and his orgasm ripped through him, harder and more satisfying than any he could remember. His throbbing cock was helped along by the timing of your own climax, walls clenching tight around his length and heels digging into his back as his fists gripped the sheets, until he finally collapsed on top of you.

‘Wow,’ he grunted against your chest.

As soon as the last drop of his glittery seed had filled you and he had begun to soften, he pushed himself up to roll off you, turning away as you lay shaky and breathless beside him.

You expected him to leave. As much as you’d enjoyed your experience with this new After Dark version of Ken, it also left you questioning whether he would be decent enough to even kiss you goodnight now he’d got what he wanted. You were just another doll he’d used and had his fun with. Tomorrow he would move onto another. You’d never see him the same way at the beach again, that was for sure.

Shivering, you slipped the covers up over yourself, waiting for the moment he would pull his shimmery pants back on and make an excuse to get back to… whatever he actually did in his free time. Apart from this, of course.

As you sighed and turned away too, not wanting to experience the humiliating sting of actually having to watch him leave, you heard what sounded like a whiny sob.

‘Ken?’

Peering over at him, your hand hesitated midair before softly caressing his shoulder. He was trembling, you realised, and when he moved his own hands away from his face you saw that he was crying, too.

‘Ken… didn’t you like it?’ you whispered, humiliation prickling at your cheeks.

He began to wail then, pressing his face into the nearest pillow in an attempt to muffle the sounds.

‘You said I’m hot,’ he sobbed dramatically, ‘you… you really think that? You said you ache for me! No one has ever even said I’m a good kisser… until today I thought I was only good at beach! Is it too much to want to hear that I’m hot now and again? But you actually think I am! And you… need me? I’m needed?’

He expected you to kick him out. They always did. He was pathetic. The brief moments of feeling safe and in control he experienced during these encounters was never really worth it in the end. He always ended up alone again.

As he resigned himself to picking himself up off your bed and moving on, the comforting warmth of your arm wrapping around him, scooping him to your chest to hold him close caused him to gasp.

‘Everything I said was true,’ you said softly, lips ghosting against his ear. ‘You’ve been doing this because you’re lonely, haven’t you?’

He nodded, shame running cold through his veins. Who would want him now? 

‘There’s no need,’ you soothed, pressing your lips gently against his ear, ‘you are wanted, Ken. You are so incredibly wanted.’

You felt him relax a little in your embrace then, and he sighed, a long and trembling sigh that steadied his uneven breaths.

‘We could do it again? Softer, maybe…’ you leant over to place a lingering kiss on his damp cheek. ‘Slower, too… let me show you another way, Ken?’

‘Show me,’ he whined, finally turning to you. ‘Please.’

You hooked a leg around his waist, dragging his hips to yours as you kissed him softly,  playfully nipping at his lips between deeper moments of finding his tongue to dance with yours.

‘This feels so good,’ he breathed weakly into your mouth, a sad smile pulling at his lips. It was overwhelming, all this affection he’d never before felt.

‘You feel amazing…’ You guided him back to you, feeling his arousal against your core and shifting your hips to take him in once again, rocking slowly to find a much more peaceful, connected release. ‘You feel… incredible,’ you whispered, voice breaking, ‘and you need this, don’t you baby?’

A tear rolled down Ken’s cheek. Lost for words, he simply huffed in disbelief, smiling against your lips.

‘You’re so good at this… at making me feel good… god, I need you, Ken, I need you…’

You guided his hand between your flush bodies to the apex of your thighs, his fingers finding your aching clit as you showed him how to touch you.

He was utterly taken with you, not just consumed with hunger for a hard fuck just to feel desired for a few seconds. Now he was simply filled with awe, eyes wide, watching your face contorting in pleasure he was giving you.

‘That’s it, oh, Ken, don’t stop! You’re doing so good… so goo-ohhh!’

That’s all it took. He came again, harder than before, trying to maintain eye contact with you but falling so weak he could only sob madly into the crook of your neck as he emptied his seed inside you for the second time.

The strength of his grip on your shoulder, the way his head dropped to nestle against you as he panted through his pleasure, the elegant fingers dancing across your sensitive nub, his thick cock buried, seed emptying inside you as you writhed against one another… you could only scream his name as your pleasure reached heights you’d never known.

You slowed the rolling of your hips and held him safe to your chest again.

‘That was amazing. You’re amazing,’ you soothed, fingers stroking through his soft hair.

Ken’s overwhelmed tears quickly turned into tears of joy, his grip still firm on your shoulder and his face pressed against your chest.

‘Please may I… stay here tonight?’ he muttered quietly, nervous you’d take back your affections at the thought of actually sharing your bed with him for more than this.

‘Like a sleepover?’ you smiled excitedly, tilting his chin up so you could see him.

Ken smiled dreamily. ‘Yeah. Like a sleepover.’

‘As long as I get to brush your hair and cuddle up to that hot body of yours and… maybe hold your hand at the beach tomorrow?’

He blushed madly, hand seeking yours, fingers interlocking. ‘You really like my body?’

‘Who wouldn’t like your body? Who wouldn’t like you? Come here.’ You pull him up until you’re face to face again. ‘I really like you Ken.’

‘I really like you, too.’

You really meant it all. All thoughts of Ken or being turned down in favour of girls’ night had long since faded from his mind.

All there was now, was you.

[stevie-petey]

hey bbg <3 my bday is in two days … ****!steve ? 🥺

EVERYONE WISH VAL A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RN !!!!

for context: shes requesting a frat!steve au since ive been considering writing a full series around frat!steve and his slutty antics for a whiiiiile. for now, heres a lil blurb of the mans in a frat with a reader unrelated to my other works <3 this one is little steamy, no actual smut, but steve is a very handsy boy

enjoy !

"i know youve been watching me all night," steve whispers against your ear, barely audible over the music that pulses within the house. his lips ghosts your skin, you can feel the smirk that always dawns his face.

"i dont know what youre talking about." you feign indifference, but your body betrays you as it shudders.

steves smirk grows, his teeth flash in the houses strobe lighting. he presses himself firmer behind you. your ass slots perfectly against his hips, and he has to bite back a groan when you arch your back just enough to graze against him. "fuck, youre pretty when you lie."

"its dark, you cant even see me."

"i can see enough." he nips at your neck now. the skin is tender, soft underneath his teeth. your breath catches. the alcohol in your system burns deeper than the marks steve leaves.

all night you had tried to resist steve harrington.

you had heard what everyone said about him. the frat brother every girl was warned about. you had heard about how he used girls, fucked them and then left them for dry. how despite how vile steve was, everyone couldnt help but like him anyways. the charm that steve harrington had was enough to leave girls wanting more, long after he left them.

it wasnt supposed to turn out this way, encased in his arms in a dark corner of the crowded frat house as he grinds against you. it was supposed to be a simple house party, one you attended just to say that you did.

then you had seen him across the room. steves hair was pushed back, his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat as he threw back a shot; his bicep had strained against the sleeve of his stupid polo shirt all the brothers had to wear. he had cheered when he was done, wiped his mouth in a grotesque way.

steve harrington was the embodiment of a frat boy. he was disgusting to watch. he was everything you hated.

but it had been his smile that drew you in, that stupid, genuine, boyish smile that didnt at all fit his smug face and asshole attire. his smile had been kind. warm, even. made his brown soften and your breath catch in your throat.

you took a shot to try and forget it.

one shot became two, then three, then somehow four.

steve took the fifth shot with you. the tequila spilled a little down his lip. he didnt bother to wipe it when he was done. his eyes had been on you.

his gaze had burned you, but you wanted to melt into it anyways.

"i dont sleep with frat guys." you gasp out, craning your neck so that steve has better access to it. hes frustratingly good with his lips, his tongue soothes the wounds his teeth leave.

he laughs into your skin. nips at your neck again, plays with a strip of skin just to hear you gasp again. you make the prettiest noises hes ever heard. "is that so?"

"i-i wont," a soft moan escapes your lips. it stutters out, you cant stop it as it builds. heat rushes from your cheeks down. your back arches again, you feel steves hands slide around your stomach. he holds you there, firm. hes hard. "i wont sleep with you."

"then dont sleep with me." steves hand trails up your chest as his nose remains buried in your neck. his motion is slow, the heat of his hand leaves a burning trail on your skin. he stops just below your breast, teasing. "i like where i have you right now."

to emphasize his point, steve presses himself against you and moans. the sound, his words, they only make you ache more. its addictive, the way his voice turns to honey and his hands turn to embers. he has you right where he wants you.

youre playing with fire.

someone will get burned in the end.

but you turn in steves arms and bring your lips to his anyways.

[lovings4turn]

i need to hold lando’s slutty little waist i just oh my gosh i could literally grab him and lift him into the air

no because it's unfair for him to have a waist like that i swear ... imagining just always having a hand on his waist , and lando picks up on it so quickly . looks at you with a raised brow and a stupid smug smirk cause he just knows you've got a sort of fascination with it ... why would that man have such a slutty little waist if not for it to be grabbed ???

[amaritypewriter]

vox with mommy kink.. that's the request. thank you

TY for requesting I loved writing this I’m so glad I got to run with this 😭

Explanation: So Vox decided to act like a little brat and is now getting punished by reader!

Vox x fem!reader, sub!Vox, dom!reader, spanking, kind of brat taming, Vox eats reader out?, d!ck riding?

“Ah-ah,” Vox’s moans were deep flying through the air; “Count it, or we restart.” You demanded. You had just spanked him once with his belt and he was already sniffing god he sure was pathetic but then again the image of him bent over the bed nude was all you needed to already know that. “Mhm, one.” He groaned out, slap “two,” slap “ah- three mommy how many times?” He asked his pretty little mouth was already quivering. You didn’t even bother to respond before giving him another one, “four.” Slap, he sniffed a little before going on “five, mommy is that it? Five right? You’re done.” You gave him another, “You’re done when I say you’re fucking done, got it?” You said with authority, you then proceeded to give him five more only up to ten. “Ten,” by now Vox was in tears, “Please no more, mommy I’m sorry, I’ll be good I promise! Please, stop?” He sounded like a pathetic whining dog at the mercy of your feet, however the dog would have been a prettier sight. “You’re so fucking bratty and disgusting.” You shamed him, “please, I just want you to use me mommy, please? I’m begging you,” he wailed eagerly awaiting your easy forgiveness so he could get away with his brattiness from earlier. “Pft! you call that begging? You sure are bad at this then! Look, you aren't even on your knees.” He just stood there facing you in complete shock, normally he got a simple punishment, asked for forgiveness and it was simply handed to him; however not today, today you were tired of his Bull shit. “What are you deaf? Get your slutty ass down.” You shouted, this felt humiliating but he did as you said. “Good you aren’t completely stupid, No look at me. Chin up. There. Now, try again. Beg for me." You were so smug and pleased at him, he was disgraced and embarrassed, you loved it. “Please mommy, I want you to used be so bad.”he looked up at you with those hazy soft eyes, he was so cute you could gobble him up! “Despite how hard you make it, you need a punishment baby, to prove you’re a good boy.” His face broke at that, he was completely at your mercy and he knew it. “Please mommy? I wanna be your good boy again.” He sobbed while needly clawing at your thigh. “Hands off, I finally decided what your next punishment is.” Vox immediately got back to observe what you did next, you got up with ease and sat on the bed spreading your legs in front of him. You watched his mouth drool at you as he admired you spread folds so close yet so far to him. “Mommy you weren’t wearing panties, that not fair mommy-“ he started but you immediately cut him off. “Shut up slut, your next punishment is for you to watch me play with myself, but you aren’t allowed to touch yourself. got it?” He simply whimpered in response, “Good.” You said before trailing your hand down your body, despite the simple movement Vox was enthralled watching you with anticipation. You started rubbing your juices around to get all wet, it didn’t take much you were already soaking and dripping all over Vox’s expensive sheets. You looked over at Vox, you could see the bitter need in his eyes and it was only more torture for him when you entered your first finger inside your clit. “Mommy you look so perfect, please can I taste? Please mommy?” He sounded so stupid when he begged in was laughable. Your glistening pussy was all on his mind at the time, you looked so delicious and enticing and god he was hungry; you had starved him for too long. “Fine.” You huffed, being completely honest he didn’t deserve it, stupid flat head screen. He came closer still on his knees, his claws wrapped around your soft thighs that he loved to squeeze but right now he knew it wasn’t the time no matter how enticing they looked. He stuck out his tongue getting ready to begin lapping at your clit, he started off slowly giving soft kitten licks taking his sweet ass time. “Mhm” his moans were sending such nice vibrations throughout your body, “thank you mommy, You taste-mhm! so fucking good.” You had to admit his pace was nice you hadn’t even realized your hips had began grinding down in an attempt to cum on his face.

As soon as he realized this wasn’t cutting it he sped up, his tongue was deep inside you moving and swirling around inside your wet clit. His bottom lip was sucking and taking all he could, he was simply drowning himself in your juices and he was doing it so fucking good! You felt light headed you didn’t even know right now that it was his stupid tongue making you see stars; put the way he lapped at your clit like a needy little mutt made you so wet and he was drenched in it. Knots began to form in your stomach, “ah- fuck!” you felt so good and his speed was god like. You were simply mewling in bliss you didn’t even realized that you had cum on his face. He was damn good at eating you out so maybe you should give him something. “Good boy Vox, making mommy cum like that. You needed a reward dont you think?” You seemed to taunt him every chance you got but he wasn’t complaining. The stupid boy simply nodded, you began to take off your shirt along with your bra. His eyes followed your every move as you undressed; not a single movement went unnoticed by him by now. “Get on the bed Vox,” you commanded with a soft tilt of your head, he immediately did as you said getting on the bed and getting ready for anything you had in store for him by now. His precum was already dripping out of his tip, he simply felt an electric thrill at the thought of having his cock inside you. You got close to him before lying on the bed with your legs nicely spread leaving room for him. You reached down to play with your clit, he watched you attentively. He wanted it so bad and you weren’t making it any easier. Vox hesitated at first but then spoke up “Mommy can I put it in? I want to make you feel good! Please.” Now his pathetic ass was whining, “Yes baby, you can put it in.” The second you said that his eyes lit up with excitement, his crawled over to your legs before taking his hard cock in his hand and slowly inserting it into you. “Fuck-“ he gasped under his breath, “You’re so warmm, mommy can I start thrusting?” You felt light headed; he was so big and so much to take. “Mhm,” you gave him a soft hum as a response, he thrusted forward into you; your breath immediately hitched and your back arched as an involuntary reaction to his length inside of you. He began at a steady pace, hitting all those spots that put you in a daze. Your tits began bouncing around when he sped up, his cock was pouncing into your core reaching up creating a small bulge in your stomach. You were in heaven all you could do was moan at his cock basically rearranging your insides preparing you to cum. Your fucked out expression was all he needed before speeding up as you made a mess cuming all over his dick. He never stopped thrusting and fucked you through your orgasm of course, “Mommy can I cum too? Mhm~ please?” “Yes Vox cum inside baby!” Your majestic screams sent Vox into a state of ecstasy, eventually he came, threads of white cum shot into you as he thrusted in. You guys then proceeded to stay there for another couple minutes before you lifted yourself up away from him. “Come Vox, I’ll clean you up.”

[wormdebut]

STEDDIE MICROFIC OCTOBER - LOLLIPOP

@steddiemicrofic | Word: Suck | Word Count: 480 | Rated: E | CW: Slutty Bathroom Blow Jobs, Baby!

Truly the fattest shout out to this song.

SMUT AHEAD. Minors DNI.

——

Steve isn’t entirely sure how he ended up here but—okay, well, it was that stupid song. His very hot, very weird, roommate Eddie, and his dumb band had covered a stupid emo song from two-thousand whenever, and it was—

It was fucking hot. Eddie was fucking hot and it had done it for Steve, okay?

——

“I really don’t need the image of you getting sucked off like a lollipop or whatever” Steve had joked.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, stupid hot smirk on his face, “It’s ‘lick me like a lollipop’, Stevie.”

“Whatever! My point still stands!”

“Why did you want to be the one to do it?” Eddie asked, smug grin holding strong.

“Do, what, Eddie?”

“Suck.”

——

Now Steve was getting pushed into a dirty bathroom in a grungy dive bar and Eddie Munson was biting at his neck.

“Oh, fuck.” Steve shivers as Eddie licks a stripe up his neck.

“You like that, Stevie?”

Steve pushes at Eddie’s shoulder and Eddie lets out a dark laugh when his back hits the wall.

“Fuck, Eddie. Let me—let me.” Steve drops to his knees, hands grasping as Eddie’s belt.

“God—fuck. Remind me to send a thank you letter to Framing Hanley.” Eddie breathes and Steve looks up with a questioning stare.

“What?”

Eddie huffs out a laugh. “Nothing baby, it’s nothing. Just—“ Eddie runs a hand through Steve’s hair before pulling at the strands. His other hand grabbing the belt out of Steve’s hand, yanking it off. “Lick me like a lollipop, baby.”

He whimpers as Eddie’s hand tightens in his hair. Steve’s own jut forward pulling at the button on Eddie’s too tight skinny jeans. He pushes them down, taking Eddie’s briefs down with them.

Steve stares at Eddie’s hard cock, licking his lips as he stares at the pre come glistening on the tip.

He’s already got his fucking roommate half naked in a bar bathroom, may as well commit.

Steve leans forward licking a hot stripe from root to tip, before taking Eddie in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he does.

“Oh my fucking—Steve.” Eddie gasps and Steve sucks harder, swallowing around Eddie as he does. Eddie’s grip on his hair is delicious and Steve can’t help the moan he lets out around the other man, hips thrusting forward as he feels Eddie’s cock pulse in his mouth.

Steve doubles down, taking Eddie all the way into his mouth.

“God, I knew you’d be a fucking slut for my cock, Stevie—shit.” His voice breaks when Steve hums. Eyes flicking up to meet Eddie’s. “Fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna come, baby.” Eddie warns and Steve keeps eye contact, his fingers digging into Eddie’s thigh as he comes down Steve’s throat.

Steve had barely pulled off, when Eddie pulls him up, pulling him into a heated kiss. Eddie bites at his lip, before flipping them around.

“Your turn.”

[puppygirl-bixxi]

god please please just let me hump your body for some stimulation i pinky promise i’ll be good. i won’t incessantly whine and beg for you to use me. or bark in your ear when the pleasure starts ramping up. or even bite you super hard, making you yelp in surprise.

i won’t fight back as you push me off, seeing the anger sparkle in your eyes. or when you hold me by my neck and growl about how much of a huge mistake i just made. pushing down your pants as you force my legs open. i’ll try to squirm, to make everything you do to me that much harder, but you rub my puppycock and i go limp. shuddering and yipping under your touch.

it’s so fun to see me dazed and spread in front of you. smiling up at you while i lie in my back, drooling and giving you the dumbest smug look you’ve ever seen. i’m in the most compromising position ever and i still act superior to you.

you give me another rub, just to see what happens.

you hear some pitiful whines come out of my throat. watching my tongue loll out of my mouth… but that’s barely the main show. you do it again and suddenly see me leak over my tummy. rivulets of wetness slicking down my girldick. you barely even notice that you already took your pants off.

you know you were just waiting for an excuse to do this, don’t lie to me.

come on them, push yourself in, show your stupid mutt of a fleshlight that she should never hurt her owner. feeling yourself awash in the sudden warmth of my tight holes. thrust in and out. SLAM yourself in as i bark after you bury that pleasure inside of me again and again. get lost in it… crave it… again, you barely notice that your body has moved on it’s own and your hands are gripping my hips to push me in further.

you can’t tell if i’m barking and whining from pain or pleasure, you don’t care.

you don’t care as i hold onto you for dear life. you don’t care as my nails send deep, red lines down your back. or how i’m trying to pull you closer to me so i can bite my owner again. you hang back, just to watch me gnash my teeth at nothing. my face contorts in all sorts of slutty ways as stare down in satisfaction.

even when i can’t think it can get any worse, you pick up your pace. you’ve been going at this for so long, you know you’re close. how many scratches has this dumb puppy given at this point? too much. you need to punish her for that, show her who’s really in charge!

get closer! scratch her back! bite her. give her a taste of her own medicine as she screams in your ear. begging louder and louder for her master to breed her. you know it hurts to pound her this hard. but the pressure keeps building and building… rising up… exploding~

you slam your hips one final time, and watch as your little pup cums all over her tummy. feeling the waves of pure ecstasy overtake you both. falling on top of her as you feel her shaft throb underneath your weight…

when you come back to your senses, you can still feel her biting.

[bug-with-rabies]

@kuromibrainrot here you go

Stolen My Heart

Roland Taggart x Connor Lassiter

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Connor can’t believe they did it. He can’t believe he worked together with Roland of all people. The Admiral, bless his heart, is safe and being prepped for operation. Thankfully that first year resident still remembers how to perform operations from before the unwinding order was signed, or else nobody might ever see The Admiral again.

Connor manages to get ahold of Roland before the thought of ratting him out could even be considered. He’s overcome with emotion and hugs Roland without thinking, eternally grateful for his help. “Thank you…”

Roland is taken aback at Connor’s hug, and a light blush dusts his cheeks. He pats Connor’s back with a look of annoyance, hoping that he’ll be let go. However, after a few minutes of uncomfortable hugging Roland manages to get Connor to let go. Unfortunately in return, he gets dragged into a broom closet.

As soon as Connor manages to get Roland into the broom closet he locks the door, grabbing Roland by the collar of his shirt as he pins him against the wall. However before Connor can get a word of thanks out, Roland kisses him.

The kiss is way more intense than any other Connor’s ever experienced. But that just makes it all the more desirable in his eyes. Roland has been Connor’s enemy for so long, yet somehow the kiss feels so right. It’s as if the tension between them had finally reached a boiling point at the graveyard, and they’re finally relieving it in the most constructive way possible.

Roland never really had a proper girlfriend, or a first kiss. His stepfather was tough on him, and never allowed such things under his roof. Roland had always been told that having a girlfriend would make him ‘soft and weak’. But this felt magical, it felt good to get his frustrations out this way.

The kiss itself is hot and sloppy, the kind of kiss that pent up teenagers at a church lock-in would share when the adults finally fell asleep. It’s hot, and filled with the kind of passion that most people dream of.

Connor’s hands tangle in Roland’s scruffy hair, and he practically melts in Roland’s grasp. He doesn’t even bother to attempt a fight for dominance, it feels good to let himself relax for once. His lips move in sync with Roland’s in the sweet dance of a hot and heavy make out session, and it feels so blissful.

Roland keeps Connor pinned up against the wall, making sure not to hurt him. His hands cupping Connor’s face to keep him enveloped in the kiss. He knows that Connor won’t even try to break away at this point, he’s in too deep.

Connor’s tongue runs along Roland’s bottom lip, urging him to open his mouth, but when Roland doesn’t budge He breaks the kiss, giving Roland a shit eating grin. “What? Afraid of me all of the sudden?”

Roland manages to gently push Connor off of him when he’s given that stupid grin. He grabs Connor’s slutty little waist with a smug smile, bringing him close. He leans in, whispering with an almost cocky tone; “No, you’re getting too cocky. As if I’d ever let you get the upper hand.”

Connor can’t even give Roland the look he wants to give, because Roland wraps a hand around his neck, squeezing just enough to make Connor let out the most guttural groan he’d ever heard, and that just boosts Roland’s ego. Who knew the Akron Awol could be so submissive?

With one hand on Connor’s slutty little waist and one around his neck, Roland backs Connor up until his back is against the locked door of the broom closet. He gives Connor a sly grin and slides a hand under the boy’s shirt, making sure to keep eye contact. Roland captures Connor’s lips in a quick, rough kiss, and looks down at him, ruffling his hair. “You should go back to your little girlfriend. She’s probably wondering where you are.” Roland lets go of Connor and opens the closet door, pushing him out of the closet.

Connor stumbles down the hospital’s hallway, disheveled and almost starstruck. He attempts to smooth out his shirt and slowly makes his way back to Risa, sitting next to her without a word. He glances over at her; a guilty, flustered look present on his face as he smiles at her.

Risa isn’t amused, she knows exactly what Connor was doing, it was bound to happen at some point, but she figured it would have happened sooner rather than later. She just gives Connor a knowing, unamused look and crosses her arms. She knows that Connor making out with Roland would be a one time thing, and she doesn’t really care.

[foxdev1l]

hi last time i asked for thoughts it went really extremely well and i've been six-obsessed since. i didn't even like a/b/o before but i'm crazy now. anyway you mentioned you have a/b/o notes on pretty much all characters so i'm politely shaking your brain more please 🤲

thanks for the ask <3 very sorry it took me so long to reply - i spent the last two months trying to finish a big fic on ao3, and that took up most of my time and energy. but i've finally managed to scrape together the a/b/o headcanon notes for most of the geese - some longer and more detailed than others - and i hope you enjoy it as much as the six one. feel free to add your own thoughts and opinions :]

thank you to @hollandstrophyhusband for brainstorming with me, and @uncleclam for being a dan expert and helping me come up with the second half of his headcanon!

CW: nsfw, identity issues, self-destructive behavior

A/B/O HEADCANON FOR THE GEESE

Richard – Alpha

He presents very early on, as an Alpha to his own smugness and the annoyance of anyone else. He's flourishing, unstoppable, not afraid to lean into any stereotypes. He wears his status proudly, clogs up the air with the obnoxious stench of Alpha pheromones wherever he goes. 

He's a fucking bastard, pushy towards Omegas without caring whether or not they already have a partner. And he loves to rile up other Alphas, cocky and overconfident as he is. 

It's only when he ends up pressed against a cold, stained wall – fledged, sharp teeth scraping along the tendons of his neck and a knee dug into his growing erection – that the consequences of his actions finally and truly sink in.

Julian – Beta

He's not an Alpha like his brother, strong and resilient and born to become something great. But neither is he an Omega, can't be married off to some strong, influential Alpha. 

He is completely and utterly useless. His mother despises it.

Jacob – Omega

There is an undisclosed box of suppressants crammed between a bottle of mouthwash and a pack of razor blades in the cupboard under his bathroom sink. It sees the artificial light of the bathroom twice a day before it gets pushed back into its hiding place – all the way against the back of the cupboard to make sure not even one of his nameless hookups can find it.

He can't remember the last time he went into heat, and it's not right, it's not healthy, but he can't make himself stop.

His body is beginning to fold under the abuse. It's still holding together, is not on the verge of collapsing, but it's showing in smaller, more painful ways. The inability to regulate body temperature, constant headaches, shaky hands, and recurring bouts of nausea.

What little pheromones still manage to leak through despite the strong suppressants get dampened by scent blockers. He uses sticking plasters to tape them over his glands. They make his skin red and irritated but he can deal with it – he’s fine.

Others think he's a Beta, which is almost just as embarrassing, but at least no Alpha looks down on him, mostly just ignores him – it's a small mercy.

What he's lacking, he tries to make up for in other ways. He seeks out bar after bar, fuck after fuck, desperately trying to compensate for who he truly is.

But there's an itch deep inside him, and no matter how many times he gets his dick wet and presses someone else into sheets underneath him, it's not enough to scratch it, to satiate the hunger within.

There is a part of him, longing and yearning and disgusting, and no matter how hard he desperately tries to get rid of it, it stays.

Luke – Omega

Luke is slutty, has done a lot of stupid, risky things over the years, and he's always half-expected this all to end with a child. But he always assumed he'd be the one knocked up.

A male Omega can impregnate another Omega, though it's rare and risky. That’s why Luke is so shocked when he comes back to find he has a kid.

His instincts are clawing at his insides with the vigor of a wounded animal. Being away from his child hurts, seeing it getting raised by a complete stranger – an Alpha – is even worse.

Dan – Beta

Dan is a beta. There is nothing particularly special about him, though that suits him just fine. He likes being ordinary, being able to slip through the cracks unnoticed, away from prying eyes and unnecessary attention.

He does, however, have a few things to say about their current political system, if one were genuinely interested and patient enough to listen to him – about the oppression of Omegas, the glorification of Alphas, and, above all else, the exploitation of Betas.

But all in all, he's just trying to get through life, keep his head down as much as possible, and being a Beta is pretty convenient for that.

It doesn't keep him from experimenting, of course. There are drugs, altered pheromones that, instead of giving you the kick of a high, can simulate a heat or a rut upon injection. 

Alpha pheromones are much more pricey so Dan mostly keeps to the Omega substances. It's addicting, intoxicating, and he can't help but seek it out, that pleasurable thrill, the feverish lust, if only momentarily.

It's a risky game he's playing, he knows, for the gratification of fleeting ecstasy. He's heard the stories, of people overdoing it and ending up in a constant state of heat, getting trapped in a never-ending spiral of overwhelming pleasure.

But taking drugs is always risky. He's never expected anything less.

Besides, compared to all the other stuff he's got lying around in his flat, being non-stop horny is probably the least of his worries.

Dean – Beta

Dean is a beta. His anger is neither that of a hot-headed Alpha nor is his gentleness rooted in the caring nature of an Omega. He just is. He's never cared much for his secondary gender, has never let it bother him. He's got other things he rather focus his energy on.

Driver – ???

Driver is a fucking mystery. No one knows his secondary gender, but most people aren't brave enough to flat-out ask. 

He's got that unbothered and cool persona of a Beta and the assertive, intimidating facade of an Alpha. But he can also be strangely quiet and shy, almost akin to an Omega.. Sometimes people wonder if he ever even presented in the first place.

Steven – Alpha

Steven is an alpha stuck in a constant state of rut.

Lars – Alpha

He presents late as an Alpha and spends his first rut gently rutting against a pillow, cheeks tear-stained, too overwhelmed to do much else. It's hardly pleasurable, mostly painful, and his father decides to put him on suppressants pretty quickly afterward. He just can't be bothered.

It doesn't really help though. The suppressants keep Lars’ ruts subdued but never truly kill them. He can still feel it, a straining pressure just below the surface; an itch he can never quite satisfy no matter what.

It's frustrating, irritating, keeps him on edge, and makes him fuzzy and restless, but he's too scared to quit the suppressants, the mere thought of going through another rut as maddening and consuming as his first almost unbearable. Albeit, it can't go on like this forever. The suppressants take a toll on his body, and, as stubborn as he is and as frightening as he feels, he knows he's going to have to lay off eventually.

 His next rut is going to be worse than his first, aggressive and forceful. What he needs is someone he can trust. Someone patient, understanding. Soft but firm. An anchor he can hold onto when he finally eases off the suppressants, to soften the rough edges of his rut as it overtakes him, and to hold and soothe him when all is done.

K – Omega

All replicants are designed to be Alpha's, although their DNA has been altered to make them more suitable. The strength and resilience persist, but the rough edges – the ruts and aggression and possessiveness – have been chafed away to make space for a modified, more obedient type of Alpha.

Officer K is made to be an Alpha, just like all the other models, and he does not waste much thought on it, has more important things to focus on. 

That is, until one day and without any warning, he goes into heat.

His madame has just sent him away to hunt down another old replicant gone rogue halfway across the entire city when it happens. It starts slow, a low simmering heat below his skin, a fuzzy vision, and a quickening of his pulse. 

Then it hits him all at once.

It must have been a malfunction, during his creation, while he was being processed. K isn't sure.

He barely manages to drag himself to the nearest hotel before the worst of his heat hits. The next few days are a haze, spent terrified and alone. The skin on his arms and chest is irritated and painful by the end of it, scratched raw by his nails in a desperate attempt to gain back control. 

When he gets back to the police department, he offers his madame the replicant’s bagged eye like a gift and hopes she won't ask why it took longer than usual.

He does not tell her what happened, has instead chosen to chase down illegal heat suppressants on his way back to keep most of his…issue contained. Buying the suppressants off some sketchy dealer has left a bitter taste of guilt behind but the fear of what may happen if someone realizes he's malfunctioned – is nothing but a failed product – is enough to keep him tongue-tied.

They will retire him, K has never been more sure about anything in his entire life. And so he continues to take heavy heat suppressants, drowns out the overwhelming, traitorous smell of an Omega with scent blockers.

It's painful, stressful to always be on guard, in a constant state of fear that someone will find out his secret. But K has made his decision. 

It's fine. After all, it only helps solidify the growing belief that something is truly and fundamentally wrong with him.