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sitting on TA albedo’s lap as he does work in the compsci work till kazuha and scara corner you two. you’re confused and albedo just continues to do his work, they start asking you questions about your relationship with him until scara just pops the question they’ve both been wanting to ask; ‘are you doing something with albedo? you have to cause why would he be interested in you if you didn’t put out?’. kazuha believed there was a better way to ask until you just asked them if they meant the things albedo asks you to do for him as if it’s just a regular chore, scara confused ask you to show them and then you looked to albedo if it was okay and he was just searching up hentai manga characters that look like you so he did care. you then pulled in scaramouche by his belt and started to take off his pants, this soon caught everyone else off guard. after the other fiasco and what happened in that male bathroom they just thought that you were just some pillow princess who let these men think you were dumb just so you didn’t have to raise a pinky but you are that dumb. he allows you of course it’s not like he’s actually cares so you suck him off and then kazuha, xiao and gorou aswell. then albedo realized it would be more fun to show them what his little dumb doll can do for them.

being questioned by meanie scara and kazuha who are internally jealous that albedo gets such a pretty dumb baby practically latched onto him all day, it must make sense that a stupid whore like you services albedo right? how else would you be worth anything if not a toy for filthy pleasures? of course scara is pleasantly surprised as you bat your mindless eyes at him while bobbing your head on his dick <3 you can’t just be a pillow princess, how else can you please albedo who constantly makes you cry with how he treats you? bedo would push your head down on scara’s length making you gag messily and tear up !!! “so sloppy and bad at sucking cock, this is why you should practice on them all like a good hole. make them cum and swallow it all.”

hehe i’ll write a kazuha thirst later but being ta bedo’s plaything <3

i want TA albedo to bully me while i cry on his lap, he’s so mean to me. why does it turn him on to just spew rude things to me and tell me how stupid i am. but he’s so hot rubbing his hardon on me while he tells me i’m only good for one thing <333 -degen anon <3

your fav place is albedo’s lap and his fav sight is you sobbing prettily on his lap <3 he adores seeing your arousing tears as you react to his insults, slumped over sadly in his arms, needing his physical contact for comfort but he just uses it as an excuse to get off !! it’s just so endearing to him, your wet face sniffling and bawling as he continues to degrade you, making you feel worthless as he rides his high of using your body. you really can’t be good enough for anyone but albedo n his perverted cock can you? even bedo is taking pity on you by using you <3 such a stupid student, a crybaby good for nothing other than taking dick n pleasuring others.

All For You ♡ Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kinktober Day VII: A/B/O Dynamics

summary: you go into heat; a strange alpha helps you tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, author loves omegaverse, alpha!ghost, scenting, claiming, low-key stalker!ghost, heats and ruts, slickaliciousness, possessive!ghost, omega!reader, dom!ghost, sub!reader, knotting, p in v, pet names, a bit of degradation, rough sex, praise wc: 2.7k a/n: every day i feel more and more like an omega fighting to survive in this world

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Your skin was on fire. Well, not really, but it may as well have been. It felt like the air was being forcibly expelled from your lungs, carrying all the trapped, icy carbon from your chest. At that moment, it seemed as if the entire world had come to a standstill, with nothing but the erratic thudding of your heartbeat reverberating in your ears. You instinctively pressed your back against a towering tree's rough, textured bark, seeking solace and stability in its solid presence.

As your heart rate accelerates, a combination of fear and desire courses through your veins, sending shivers down your spine. Every last bit of air escapes your lungs as you struggle to breathe. You feel paralyzed, unable to move, but the scent of his presence fills your nose, heightening your senses and intensifying your emotions.

A man, an alpha, had somehow picked up on your scent and began hunting you down. You knew you shouldn’t have left the house but desperately needed your medicine. As you felt the air return to your body, taking in another deep inhale after almost a minute of nothing, you gasped when his scent grew stronger. It was a complex mixture of aromas - petrichor, leather, warmth, spice, smoke, and a hint of bitterness. Yet, hidden within was a soft essence, almost imperceptible unless you truly focused. It reminded you of the fragrance of wet, freshly cut grass or the distinct smell that lingers in the air right before it rains.

You didn't know where you were. You had been running before the sun had fully set, stretching its expanse of pastels across the world, and now the sky was a blanket of inky darkness. The last remnants of sunlight lingered on the horizon, casting long, eerie shadows across the landscape. The air was cool and carried the scent of damp earth. Only a few specks of stars were visible in the vast, velvety expanse above.

As you paused to catch your breath, a single tear escaped, its warmth cutting through the chill of the night. You knew you couldn't keep running. You knew he'd eventually catch you, one way or another. Alphas were always persistent. Although a part of you enjoyed the thrill of the chase, your omega purring happily as the sound of the Alpha’s footsteps grew nearer, his combat boots crushing the dead leaves and soft grass under its weight.

You had no choice but to surrender now. Exhausted and drained, you realized you had no strength to resist. As you sat down, you brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, burying your face in the safety of your knees. You curled up into a tight ball, feeling the vulnerability of your position, and braced yourself for the inevitable encounter with your hunter.

His heavy footsteps echoed in your ears, each step reverberating in the silence until they came to a sudden halt just before you. A low, menacing growl escaped from deep within his chest, sending shivers down your spine and causing the hairs on your arms to stand on end. As fear gripped you, hot tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to overflow and betray your terror. They streamed down your cheeks, some lingering at the corners of your mouth before trailing down your quivering chin and seeping into your collar fabric, leaving a trail of salty dampness in their wake.

“Please!” You sobbed, but you didn't know what you were begging for: for him to let you go or for him to get on with it, take you now, and press you into the dirt as he had his way with you.

“None of tha’ now,” he said, almost soothingly, as he kneeled, gripping your arms and peeling them away from your body. Despite your struggle, he didn't have to use much force to manhandle you. He lifted your head, gripping your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker. You held onto his wrist, your nails sinking into his skin as you tried to pull away, but he didn't budge. He barely even seemed to notice.

His scent overpowered yours, causing the heat inside of your veins to set ablaze, your body yearning for his touch, his voice, his cock, his knot. You needed it. You needed it like you never needed anything else in your life.

“Open yer eyes for me, love,” His words flowed like smooth, aged whiskey, resonating with a deep, smoky richness further intensified by his distinctive Manchester accent.

You let out a low, plaintive whine in response, your body tensing in anticipation of what would come. You were acutely aware there would be no turning back if you opened your eyes. It was a daunting prospect, but deep down, you acknowledged that there was no escaping this situation. He held all the power, and you knew he was determined to have his way with you by any means necessary. Reluctantly, you braced yourself to listen to his demands, hoping that complying might mitigate his intentions. The last thing you wanted was to provoke his anger.

A low, guttural warning growl ripped through the air, sending a chill down your spine and causing you to freeze in terror. His fingers dug deeper into your cheeks, shaking you slightly from side to side as you struggled to keep your wits about you. Hesitantly, you peeled your eyes open, the world around you distorted by the blurriness of your tears. As your vision cleared, you could see his grip relaxing, the tension in his body ebbing as his growl subsided, reassured by your compliance.

“Good girl,” he complimented, his thumb rubbing over your lips before pushing into your mouth and running over your teeth, pressing against your tongue as he slipped it further and further into your mouth until he reached your throat.

“Ya’ gonna bite me?” he asked, the force of his intrusion causing you to gag. The instinct was strong. You wanted to bite him. You wanted to sink your teeth as far as they could go until you ripped his finger clean off.

You shook your head, your chest heaving with another sob. Tears blurred your vision, making it impossible to see anything. In front of you, all you could make out was a blurry, dark mass that you assumed was his chest, with his arm sticking out in front of your face.

“Sweet pet,” came his deep rumble before he slowly removed his finger from your mouth. He tilted your chin, swiping at the wet streaks cascading down your cheeks. “Ain’t gonna hurt ya’,” he promised as his fingers cleaned your eyes.

His words didn't inspire much trust in you; in fact, you didn't trust him at all. However, something about the way he spoke had a calming effect on you. As your sobs slowly subsided, you became aware of the subtle scent he was emitting. It seemed to have a soothing impact on you, almost coercing you into a state of tranquility.

“Jus’ wanna make ya’ feel good,” As your vision cleared, you began to take notice of his appearance. A black balaclava concealed his entire face, only showcasing his deep void of dark eyes, so brown they appeared black. The remainder of his physique was hidden by black tactical gear, the fabric expertly tailored to his form. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms, one of which was adorned with a striking array of tattoos. The intricate designs seemed to come alive as they wrapped around his arm, and the faint lines of veins snaked beneath the ink.

“Don’ be scared now,” he eased, his other hand curling around your ankle before yanking you towards him. Before your head could hit the ground, he slipped his other hand behind your head, pulling you into his chest and assaulting you with his powerful scent.

“Are ya’ goin’ to be good for me, pet?” His voice teetered on the edge of another growl, the warning evident in his voice. “I need to hear ya’ say it,” he leaned forward, nosing his face into your hair, breathing in your scent.

“I…” Your voice trembled as it emerged, barely audible and filled with unease. It struggled to carry much sound, reflecting the fear in your eyes again. You were apprehensive of the consequences of not meeting his demands, tears streaming down your cheeks, dreading his potential anger.

His laughter echoed through the room as he reached out to gently run his hand along your back, offering a comforting touch. "It seems like all that runnin’ and cryin’ has finally taken its toll on ya’, ay?” he chuckled darkly, still attempting to calm you down.

“I would say ya’ should've just given in, but,” he shifted to rest on his hindquarters, lowering his face close to yours, his hands resting on both sides of your head.

“Ya’ put up a fun chase,” he finished, his eyes boring into yours. His gaze flickered between your eyes as they narrowed. “But it's over now,”

His voice grew dark, and the smell of his desire burned through you before he began tearing off your clothes one by one until they were scattered all around you. You shivered against the night’s cool air, wrapping your arms around yourself. Despite the cold, your body was still burning aflame, feeling like the heat was rising from the inside.

“I know,” he shushed before flipping you over, his clothed chest pressing against your back as your hands clutched the earth, nails digging into the soil as your hair fell over your face. “I’ll warm ya’ up,” he said, gathering your hair into his fist before pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail.

“Don’ want yer pretty hair gettin’ dirty now, do we?” he rumbled, pressing his other hand against your lower back, arching your spine. You stared down, tears collecting into the dirt, causing splotches of dark brown to sink into the ground.

“Just relax,” he grunted from above you, his hand leaving your back as he undid his belt. The clinking of its metal had your pussy clenching around nothing, desire pooling into your belly as you whined out in frustration.

He hushed you again, tugging down his zipper before fishing out his cock. You could hear the distinct sound of him pumping himself, his heavy grunts growing louder as he pleasured himself. You whimpered, pushing your hips backward, wiggling them for good measure. Just get on with it, please. You wanted to cry out, beg him to fuck you nice and hard like you know he wants. It's what you both want.

“Stay still,” he commanded, tugging at your hair before landing a swift slap to your ass, the sound ringing out throughout the empty forest. You cried out at the painful sting, whimpering as he pressed his cock against your slicked folds. He gripped your hip, tugging you backward until his cock slipped inside, stretching your hole wide to fit him.

“Alpha!” you wailed, clawing at the strands of grass as he filled you to the brim. As all alphas were, you knew he'd be big, but you weren't expecting this. Just when you thought it was in, he kept pushing inch after inch, had your body trembling, your hole clamping down as he breached your entrance, molding your pussy into the shape of his cock.

“You can take it,” was all he said before his hips were pulling back until his tip was the only part left inside. You let out a sigh before it was cut off as he rammed his cock back in, his hips flush against yours. You let out a silent scream as he wasted no time in setting a brutal and unforgiving pace, battering his prick inside of you, balls slapping lewdly against your clit as his hand tugged your hair, lifting your head back and causing your spine to arch even deeper.

“You're mine,” he stated, like he had any ownership or claim over you. Yet you knew by the end of this, he would. His teeth would mark your skin, claiming you as his for the rest of your life.

“All. Fucking. Mine.” he punctuated each word with a brutal thrust of his hips, letting his words sink into your brain that there was no escaping him.

“I've waited for this,” he confessed as the knot at the base of his cock began to inflate, signaling what was to come – literally. “For so long,” he finished, yanking your head back each time it fell forward.

You stared at the night sky concealed by the leafy branches stretching outwards. His words ruminated inside your head, your cries only growing louder and louder as he fucked your smaller body, tits swaying back and forth with each punch of his cock inside you.

He's waited for this?

You didn't even know this guy, but apparently, he knew you. The thought alone sent another shiver down your spine. And yet you couldn't do anything about it.

You yelped as the hand in your hair reached forward, cupping your tit and squeezing softly before he was pulling you backward, lifting you until your back was pressed against his chest, his gear subtly digging into your skin.

With the sudden change of the angle, his cock was rutting deeper inside you hitting places you weren't aware even existed until now. You were practically screaming with how hard he was fucking you. His face nestled into your neck, his teeth swiping over your sensitive flesh as he groaned into your ear.

You let out a sob as you felt his knot catch against your entrance, not quit pushing in, but you knew it was coming. As soon as he spilled inside of you, his knot would push forward, sealing your fate once his teeth closed around your flesh.

You knew he was getting close, and so were you, your orgasm building quickly. With each forceful shove of his tip against the spongy spot inside of you, combined with his heavy hairy balls slapping against your pulsing clit, you weren't going to last much longer.

You squealed as his thick fingers closed around your nipples, pinching the sensitive flesh as saliva pooled in his mouth, dripping onto your shoulder before rolling down your chest.

“Good omega,” he groaned, his thrusts quickening into a lightspeed pace, your slick collecting against his thighs as they slapped against yours. The slippery sounds of your pussy being utterly destroyed by the alpha’s thick length ramming inside you filled the peaceful silence of the night, combined with the animalistic noises escaping from both of your lips.

“Alpha!” you cried out, your voice hoarse from your screaming as you came around him. Your orgasm shot through your body without warning, spraying the ground beneath you and coating the alpha’s lower body.

With a deep shout from behind you, the alpha ripped his hands from your chest, latching onto your wrists before you fell forward. He folded your arms together behind your back, using one hand to pull you back onto his cock, watching with glee as your pussy gaped wide around him, your cum coating the base of his cock in a white ring of slick.

His other hand latched onto your waist, digging his nails into your soft skin as he neared his release. He lowered his head, his forehead coming in contact with the sweaty skin of your upper back, strings of hair sticking to your dewy skin.

“Fuck m’close!” he growled, his jaw stretching wide, teeth scraping against your skin, threatening to puncture as his thrusts shortened close to grinds, not wanting to spend another second out of your sweet pussy. He could smell your slick seeping out of you in waves. He could practically taste it.

A deep growl emanated from his chest, his teeth finally sinking into your delicate flesh as his hips pushed forward, his knot slipping inside and locking your joined bodies in place as he spilled his cum inside of you. He couldn't stop himself from grinding his cock, whining at the sensitivity as he kept rutting forward, filling your velvety walls with buckets of his spunk.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head at your high-pitched moan, a mix of sweet pain and pleasure as his teeth sunk deeper, shaking his head for good measure.

As your breathing began to slow, he pulled his teeth from your neck, ripping another cry of pain from your lips. He tried to feel bad but could only feel pride swell in his chest as he stared down at you. You were finally his after all this time. You were his.

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Sweet Like Cinnamon ✦ John “Soap” MacTavish

Kinktober Day IX: Praise Kink

summary: just tell him he’s a good boy, okay? tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, the author tried really hard at accents, degradation in the beginning, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, fluff, body worship, john being a suckup, pet names, p in v, facesitting

wc: 1.1k

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“M’sorry, hen! M’sorry!” Your boyfriend whimpered from beneath you, his body convulsing, clinging desperately onto your hips as you bounced on top of his length.

“Hush.” You demanded, pressing your palm to his lips, glaring down at him as he gazed up at you, his brows upturned and tears forming in his eyes. He arched his back, chasing the pleasure you were giving him as you slowed your pace to a slow grind.

“Please!” Came his muffled sob. His pleading eyes stared up at you as his hips bucked up into you, his feet planted on the bed as leverage to fuck into your tight pussy. You raised your hips until only his tip was left inside. You watched John squeeze his eyes shut, bracing himself for when your hips dropped, enveloping his cock in your gummy walls.

He whispered your name underneath your hand, peering his eyes open when you kept still, placing your hand against his pelvis, pushing him towards the bed as you steadied yourself. You removed your hand from his mouth, settling it beside the other.

You raised one eyebrow in a subtle display of skepticism, locking eyes with his tear-filled gaze with your own icy, unwavering stare. After silence, you watched John’s shoulders relax, his tense muscles unwinding as he released a choked sigh.

You grinned, sinking onto his thick cock, spearing yourself with an airy sigh, moaning out as the tip of his cock snuggly pressed up against your sore G-spot, causing you to let out a loud moan.

“M’serious bonnie,” John whined, his fingers sinking into your skin. “M’really–”

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” you growled, quickly setting an unforgiving pace, raising your body on and off his cock, pistoning his cock in and out of your sopping pussy, using him for your pleasure as you chased your high.

For the past hour, you've been keeping him on edge, refusing his release while you chase yours over and over. You were angry because he canceled the date he had planned at the last minute, claiming he was out with his friends while you were getting ready.

John's heart sank as he heard the deafening silence on the other end of the phone. It spoke volumes, conveying a message of anger and disappointment that needed no words. Hastily bidding farewell to his friends, John made a beeline for home, his mind racing with thoughts of what awaited him. When he arrived, he found you already dressed in your regular attire; your expression twisted into an angry scowl. It was clear that he was in for it.

“I ken, I ken,” he whimpered, his blunt nails piercing your soft skin, leaving crescent shapes in their wake. “I’ll… I’ll make it up teh ye’.” he moans, tilting his head back, baring his neck to you.

“You are making it up to me,” placing your hands against his pectorals, one hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing gently. “Right now,” you finished with deep breaths, glaring down at his pliant body.

John reached up, gripping the hand squeezing his throat. He reopened his eyes, mouth falling open as whorish moans echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls and into your ears. Your eyes softened at his pretty face contorted in pleasure, his gaze teary and pleading as your fingers curled deeper into his neck.

“Sweet boy,” you murmured, picking up the pace, fucking him until you were both moaning out uncontrollably. You arched your back, resting your hands on his knees, grinding your pussy back and forth, side to side, and in quick circles as his cock twitched inside you.

“You gonna cum for me? Hm?” you could tell he was nearing his release, smirking as he swiftly nodded, his eyes wide, pale blues sparkling with anticipation and desire.

“Go on, baby,” you purred, rubbing your nails through his sweaty brown locks sticking to his dewy skin. “Come for me.” Your smile widened as he let out a sharp cry, his hands pushing and pulling at your smaller body as his hips fucked into you in tandem, his cock jerking angrily inside of you before it jumped, spurting endless ropes into your womb with a silent scream.

“Good boy,” you cooed, refusing to slow your pace until he let out a painful groan, pulling your body up and off his sensitive cock. You cringed as his release slipped out of your gaping pussy, spilling onto his softening erection and down his length, coating his sack in a lewd mixture of your fluids.

John let out another whimper, lifting his head as he watched the sinful display of your combined releases coating his cock, causing a deep shiver to run up and down his body.

You smirked down at him, hands perching against the headboard as you shifted your body above him until your knees rested on either side of his head, trapping him underneath you. John stared up at you, his eyes unblinking as his mouth parted in awe.

“You gonna be good and clean me up?” you asked condescendingly, tilting your head to the side, your hair following suit.

He nodded again, running his hands up and down your body. His voice was airy and low as he whispered, "Please…”

“I’ll give you what you want,” you promised as you lowered your dripping cunt onto his mouth, tilting your head back with another sigh. “Fuck that's it,”

You ground your hips back and forth, moaning out as his tongue fucked in and out of your soft folds, sucking your clit into his mouth as he made out with your pussy, sounds of his muffled sucking and slurping causing heat to rise to your cheeks and yet he never seemed so at peace with your thighs clenching around his head.

“Fuck John, I'm so close!” you cried, digging your nails deep into his scalp, guiding his movements as you rocked forward, chasing your high, wailing out as you stared up at the ceiling before your eyes rolled back; your vision going dark as you let out one final cry before drowning his face in your essence, jerking your pussy over his face until his nose dug into your delicate pearl. He shook his face from side to side, burying his face deeper in between your thighs, swallowing your sweet slick, not caring if he couldn't breathe.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered, your grip relaxing before running through his hair, swiping back the strands stuck to his skin. He whined against your core, large hands tugging you forward when you tried to lift them away.

“Please,” came his garbled plea, fingers digging into the plush skin of your ass. “One more time,” he panted, his tongue flicking around your sensitive nub pulsing in response.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” you grinned, your chest heaving with exertion, but you knew couldn't say no—not to him.

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