Youre Like The Only Person I Know Of Who Writes For Gabriel May, Which Is A Tragedy Because He Makes

You’re like the only person I know of who writes for Gabriel May, which is a tragedy because he makes me positively feral. So thank you for your service to humanity 🙏 Could you perhaps write something with him uhhhhhh eating out an AFAB Reader? Please and thank u <3

HES SO UNDERRATED I LOVE HIM TO PIECES

gabriel may giving female reader oral (nsfw under cut)

-he may not be classically handsome or experienced, but he is incredibly devoted and wants to please you. gabriel is sinfully talented at foreplay, trailing his hands across your thighs and leaving marks on your neck from his teeth. as he grows more confident, he starts to tease you and make you beg for him to touch you properly, not the achingly pleasant featherlight trails he leaves down your chest, your legs, anywhere but where you need him most.

-his tongue is heavenly against you. once he's into the act, he won't bother toying with you anymore. your pretty whines let him know you've been tortured enough, but don't worry, gabriel will make it all better. he's eager, eating you out like a starved man. this is one of gabriel's favourite sex acts, solely because of your reactions that have him moaning like he's the one being pleasured.

-loves hearing you, your gorgeous breathy moans of "gabriel, please" and watching your hips try to arch off the bed in vain as he keeps a firm grasp on them, holding you down until you're both satisfied. yes, both - oh, you didn't think he was going to stop after making you come on his tongue once, did you, precious?

Simon Being Free-Use for You

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, free-use, established relationship, dick riding, cum eating, blowjob, hickies, kitchen sex, size kink, cockwarming, size difference

A/N: Why is it always the woman who is free use? It can be a big, strong guy like Simon too!

Took a very long time for the both of you to be comfortable with this arrangement

Simon is all about your pleasure, even if he can act otherwise when you're having sex but he will never be a selfish lover, which is why he wants you to be able to fuck him whenever you want

He knows that you'll get tired before him anyway and it will be up to him to tuck you into bed at the end of the day

Almost always naked for ease of handling and because he knows that just the sight of his big cock makes you drool for him

Doesn't mind being woken up with your mouth, it can easily turn into throatfucking so you best be ready to choke on his dick when he's fully awake

He could be reading a book and you'll pass by, see his cock and get on your knees, start to rub him until he's hard and telling him to read loudly

Keeping his voice even is a struggle when he's feeling your prefect mouth sucking around the tip of his cock or your hand making a rotating motion near the base, squeezing and leaving his cum with nowhere to go until he's done with the page

Simon has more love bites on him then he has scars from various missions he's taken over the years, the issue is that you have to renew your love bites a lot

Not that either of you mind

Walking behind him gives him a small smile because he'll tilt his head back just a bit and see you mirroring his smile as you reach to his front and take his cock in both hands, keeping him still while you milk him

You often struggle with getting him into the position that you want because of how huge and beefy he is

Because of this it makes you swoon when you see how willing he is to be pulled wherever you want whenever you want it, on top of you in the kitchen, his hands gripping the counter the same way they were when you were sucking him off and not letting a drop of his cum go to waste since you swallowed it all

One moment he's talking to his friends, the other his phone is on silent because you decided you needed his dick right there and then and started riding him hard

Every time Simon comes home he knows that he will spend the next week being cockwarmed by you, the only time he will be away from you is when he's going out for errands

He will fuck you into the ground because you want it so bad you can't contain yourself anymore, he will give you his cock day in and day out because he knows that your pussy won't be able to stop aching otherwise and he will hold you against his chest while he does all of this because you're the most precious person in the world to him

König shaving the readers 🐱 while making eye contact....

👄 *bites bottom lip*

I go feral for your writing my dear ❤️‍🔥

"Stop squirming."

Your legs are slightly shaking from the wide spread they are forced into to accomodate a giant between them. The said giant places a large, warm palm on your inner thigh to punctuate his command – and open you up even more.

"Please be careful," you plead as if this wasn't your idea in the first place: to have König shave your pussy with one of his knives.

You were sure he would say no because it's dangerous, but it turns out your shy request was too delicious to refuse. Other men would've probably looked at you like you're a freak and told you to shave it yourself, but König merely tilted his head and told you he would need more than one knife to do it: a big one for larger areas and a few smaller blades to finish.

"Who do you think I am?" He grunts, slightly insulted. You know he's a master when it comes to knives, you would trust this man with your life, but now that he's there, wielding a blade so close to your delicate folds, you're not so sure... What if something slips?

But König is extremely careful, and extremely gentle. This man handles his duties with obsessive dedication, so why would this be any different? And besides, you're not work, you're the love of his life.

He has fallen into some sort of a flow state with what must be two of his favorite things: a sharp, deadly blade and a soft, inviting pussy. You can do nothing but bite your lip as he shaves you with a razor-sharp focus. The knife doesn't hurt you at all: actually, it feels like he's caressing your skin with a feather.

Every once in a while he gives you a glance, probably to see how you're doing. Being on display like this for him is more than enough to make your heart flutter, but it's those dark, heated looks that make you wet.

"There... Endlich fertig." He eventually rises from between your legs and leans back to examine his work with silent approval in his stare. Then he gets a warm, wet towel to wipe you clean, and admires you once more, like your freshly shaved pussy is a work of art.

His work of art.

"Pretty," he concludes, then looks at you with another trademark flash that usually precedes a good wrecking. You squirm again, merely from that horny, promising stare fixed on you from beneath the darkness of his mask. Even your thighs start to drift closed; it's simply a reaction to him being so obsessed with you. You don't even know whether it's born from the instinct to hide your vulnerable parts from a predator or because you know it will drive him crazy when you play a little hard to get.

"Keep them open," he orders, his voice dropping a note or two. You obey immediately; you wouldn't even dream of rejecting him. You only look at him with wide, love-filled eyes as he starts to lift the mask.

You should've known he wants a taste after looking at your throbbing, wet cunt – the one he just called pretty – from up close for solid 15 minutes. You can play hard to get as much as you want, but your pussy always gives you away. It's almost dripping by now, and answers him with another wink as the familiar pair of cruel lips and a brutally scarred jawline are revealed from behind the rising veil of darkness.

And god... He's smiling.

"Have to get my reward, eh?"

This is Real: Nick Jakoby (1)

Nick Jakoby x Human!Reader

Imagine: It’s not common having a human mate, as an orc, even while being the first, and only orc police official. Nick begins to recall some events that with his human mate that reminded him just how dangerous their relationship was to his human.

Warning(s): Smut, angst, rough handling during sex, Violence, etc.

Your fingers looped around his slowly, the warmth of your fragile skin ran through his palms, a tantalizing brush of your lips ran across his lips, grazing the edges of his dulled down lower fangs. Hardly able to help the shiver running up his spine, his hand came up to cup the side of your face lovingly. Your soft lips curved upwards, creating a beautiful smile he knew he was blessed to be able to wake up too. He let’s a rumble roll through his chest, his arm’s around your waist in an instant, devouring your lips passionately.

“Somethin’ funny, Orc?”

Nick blinked, once, twice, before realizing he had been startled out of his own daydream. His head raising from the screen of his phone, where a vibrant picture of you, wearing his grey hoodie and a smile illuminating your face, stood out on the screensaver. His eyes connected with Pollard’s, whose eyes hardened at the sight of him and he could already see the sadistic smirk on his face growing.

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Imagine your Yautja mate giving you “kisses” by slowly and gently running their mandibles along your jaw and neck; playfully nuzzling and nipping at your soft skin.

Imagine their purring and little clicks getting louder when you wrap your arms around their broad frame and hold onto them tightly, all the while giggling and encouraging their affections.♡

König w/ a Pregnant S/O

Warnings: Pregnancy, implications of smut, Fem Reader, FLUFF, profanity, very brief paranoia/angst, etc.

He'd always wanted to be a father; he'd made it no secret to you.

But he was terrified of the implication - the fact that he may not be equipped to handle the responsibility of raising another human.

He'd also made no attempt at keeping that a secret from you, either.

"Come on," you said, folding his laundry. You spared him a smile. "Big guy like you scared of an infant?"

You were joking, of course, and König couldn't help but crack a smile.

You sighed. "I know it's a big change for us, love--" you turned and took his hand in yours and placed it over where your child was.

"But I have every confidence that we can do it." Your smile widened, and König could only wait until your child would be here to see if that were true.

In the meantime, König began making preparations.

Quite early, one might add.

You stumbled into the spare room one day to see half a crib and König sat beside it, reading the instructions upside down.

"Still can't make sense of it," he said, and you couldn't tell if it was to you or himself.

He looked up at you, a bashful smile crossing his features.

"König, honey, don't you think it's a bit early to be setting up the nursery now?"

König looked at you as if you'd grown another head.

"But there are only thirty-four weeks left until they're here! We want to make sure we're prepared, don't we?"

You couldn't bear to dampen his enthusiasm, so you tried to help with the nursery as best you could.

And by 'help', König had resigned you to sitting on a bed of cushions he'd made for you nearby while he did all the work.

"Really, König, I can still move around just fine-"

"I'm not having my wife do manual labour while she's carrying my child." He didn't even turn to look at you; his tone was absolute and stern - something you rarely heard from König. It made you feel safe. Protected.

Hours passed and the crib was finally constructed.

You'd secretly helped by finding stray screws which had migrated to your corner of the room, placing them next to König when he wasn't looking.

And there he stood, a gleaming smile on his face as he admired his handiwork. Pride is what you would call it.

You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, feeling his muscular abdomen beneath your hands.

"Seeing as you've done such a good job," you began, voice low and playful. König's back straightened, like he could anticipate what you were going to say.

"How about a reward?" You swayed behind him, as if trying to influence his judgement; Justice's scales.

König peeled your hands from his front and took them in his, turning to face you.

"I would love to, believe me, I would! But..."

"But...?" You couldn't lie; the paranoia of König baseless decision to no longer be intimate with you because he found you unsightly due to your pregnancy crossed your mind.

He chased away your fears immediately, a despairing glimmer appearing in his eyes.

"What if it'll hurt the baby?" He said it in an almost-whisper, as if his unborn child could hear him.

You let out a smile of relief and sighed.

"Köni, sweetie, that's not gonna happen," you said, smoothing your thumbs over the back of his hands. He cast you a cautious glance.

"Are...are you sure?" he asked. You nodded, smiling up at him.

You tugged König towards the hallway, and he followed, still holding, and dwarfing, your hand in his.

"Come on, big guy," you said, voice almost lulling König into a trance. "Let me show you how grateful I really am."

Amongst...other activities, you and König partook in a few new hobbies, replacing the ones you could no longer indulge in now that you were pregnant.

König had taught you how to crochet a while ago, but now with all this spare time on your hands, you could crochet together for hours on end.

König told you he was making a blanket for the baby.

"I'll make it yellow, since we don't know the gender yet."

He made your heart melt with his attentiveness.

He rarely let you out of the house even during the early stages, terrified of the most improbable yet valid situations.

"What if someone comes and punches you for no reason? What if you slip on a skateboard and-"

"Köni, my beloved, I won't have to worry about that if I have you with me."

You make him feel strong - reliable (more so than he already is).

He couldn't help but feel pride swell in his chest whenever he carried your shopping for you.

Or when, once you'd begun to show, you'd get stares from people who'd noticed your glow. And then they'd see König and immediately put their head down.

König also got satisfaction out of telling everybody you were his; especially apparent to them now as they saw your bump beneath your dress.

He definitely forces the 141 to listen to him go on and on about how excited he is to be a father.

And they all sit there politely like 🧍 because they can't just leave.

They've all promised to look after you in König's absence, though.

"We'll be like your guardian angels," Soap said. His gaze drifted to Simon sat next to him. "Or ghosts."

You Soap were the only two who found that joke funny.

And you know you'll be safe with all of them, though König has had a few little sulks in bed, muttering about how "You won't need them because you have me," to which you've shown him just how much you need him.

This man is top-tier daddy material, btw.

Absolutely fuck-off Goliath of a man; NOBODY is messing with his kids.

Or you.

He cares for your every need, taking your body language to heart and rushing off to seek whatever you may want (even before you've asked for it).

He's head over heels in love with you, and he can't imagine having a family with anyone else <3

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