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giving a sleepy, overworked viktor head late in the lab..? and because hes so tired he's just dumb and needy....???? (ig somno if you squint)

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“what do i have to do to pull you away from that?” you sighed, practically hanging off the back of your lover’s chair. you took a quick glance at the clock in the corner of the room, soon to approach midnight. viktor answered you with a simple, deflective hum and you rolled your eyes. if he didn’t complain about the exhaustion making his chronic pain flare up, you would have pulled him away from that desk with your bare hands and throw him on the nearest plush surface. you sighed again, a little louder this time, a little pointed.

“am i boring you, love?” he rasped, exhaustion heavily coating his voice and thickening his accent.

“you really can’t take your eyes off that thing for just a second?” you leant down over his shoulder, exasperatedly nodding toward his project. “not. one. second.” he answered, not even raising his eyes to meet yours, focused entirely on scribbling down what looked to be an equation.

oh. you took that as a challenge.

wordlessly, you gently nudged the wheels of his chair away from its place flush against his desk. he barely noticed, only giving you a slight furrow of his thick brows. you rounded the chair in front of him and slowly sank to your knees. “not one second?” you tilted your head coquettishly. at your words, he allowed himself to spare a glance at you, kneeling before him, under his desk. his breath hitched in his throat, trapping his response in his chest. a glance was all he could afford if he wanted to focus. even in the dim lamplight, you could see the faintest brush of pink across his cheeks. smirking triumphantly, you carefully reach up for the zipper of his pants. he loudly clears his throat when he feels your fingers so close.

“darling.” he called as a warning, stopping short in his work but still refusing to tear his eyes off of it.

“you want me to stop?” you asked earnestly, though you were sure you already knew the answer. he fixed you with a look. a permissive look, but a firm look, like an ‘i can’t resist this but i also won’t endorse it’ kind of look. you bit down on your grinning lip and pulled his pants down entirely. you could feel him tensing his muscles under your hands, willing himself to keep his focus on his work. you slowly pulled his cock from his constraints, giving it a single kiss on the head.

a soft groan rumbled in his throat, one hand dropping his pen and moving to cover his mouth. he could not look at you. he could not look at you. if he looked at you, he’d be done for the night, his brain would be absolutely fried and, oh, goddammit. your cheeks are hollowed, pretty plump lips wrapped around him, mischievous eyes glinting up at him. “fuck.” he groans again, closing his eyes and letting them open in your direction, finally. you braced your hands on his thighs, making sure to dig your nails into the pillowy flesh of his good leg. you finally got those pretty whines to come out. “evil…” his chest rises and falls heavily with each labored breath, becoming more and more ragged the more you fill your mouth with him. “evil woman.”

you giggle as much as you can with him on your tongue and it vibrates oh so good around him, causing him to toss his head back and whimper, “please…” one hand blindly reaches for your hair, gently tangling his long fingers in your locks, guiding you. oh, you’ve got him now. “oh, god, please don’t stop…” you will yourself to take him as deep as you can, and he hisses as he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. he opens his eyes to check on you, pulling you off for a moment. he takes the brief respite to tilt your chin up and give you a few quick kisses, babbling things like sweet girl and i love you so much and i’m sorry for neglecting my poor little darling and i could never say no to that pretty face in between. you can’t help but giggle at his sleepy verbage, more mushy than usual.

“that’s cute.” you take his hand off your chin, threading your own fingers through his. looking at his achingly hard cock. “i wasn’t done, though.”

he gives you one of his cocky, lopsided smiles and pats his lap. “no, no you weren’t.”

Oscar Isaac as Mikael Boghosian In "The Promise", 2016

I LOVE this series so much 🤭🤭

Trine [10]

Anselm Vogelweide x Blue Jones x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 28: Cock Rings

Summary: Anselm has a new toy for Blue.

A/N: This was meant to be for kinktober 2023 (I'm so sorry).

Trine Masterlist

Warnings: threesome, anal sex, cock rings, oral sex (f! receiving), anal cream pie, coming on someone's stomach, cum eating, anal oral sex (m! receiving), butt plugs, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 1592

Blue shivers when you kiss his neck, leaning back and pressing closer to your soft touch. He sighs happily, his eyes half closed. 

Then he yelps as Anselm flicks the cock ring around his length. 

Blue scowls and Anselm chuckles at him. 

“What was that for?” 

“That,” Anselm moves closer, taking Blue’s jaw in his hand, “was completely for my amusement.” He kisses Blue wantonly, licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue until he is a panting mess, gasping for air. 

“How does it feel?” You whisper in Blue’s ear, stroking one hand down his chest and hip, skirting around the curls between his legs. 

Blue nods.

“Not too tight?” 

He shakes his head. “Feels comfortable… a little odd.” 

You smile and kiss his temple and Blue preens. 

It’s a triple cock ring in stainless steel that Anselm, of course, had custom made for Blue. A ring rests around each of his balls as well as at the base of his heavy cock. 

“Come on now, my loves,” Anselm gives you both a cheeky grin, “enough hugging and kissing and let’s get to business.” 

Blue pouts a little and you purposefully hold him a little tighter and litter his forehead and the side of his face with kisses.

“When have you ever said that’s too many kisses?” You tease.

“When I could be getting fucked.” Anselm purrs, stroking your cheek and kissing you softly. 

You smile, slipping out from behind Blue and giving his ass a little pinch when he grumbles. 

You go and sit down on the bed, pillows propped up on the headboard so you can sit comfortably. “Do I get a bit of a show?” You grin. 

Anselm chuckles, “Oh, I hope so.” He gets on all fours on the mattress, facing you. He leans down a little and kisses your ankle, nipping lightly at your skin. 

You tut with good humour and lightly push his face away with your other foot. 

Blue bites his bottom lip a little nervously as he glances between you both. A little knot of anxiety low in his stomach. 

Anselm grabs both of your ankles and sinks his teeth into your calf, grinning when you yelp and giggle, and delighting further when you plunge your hand into his hair. 

You glance up at Bue and give him a warm smile. ‘It’s okay.’ You mouth softly at him and he nods. 

Blue moves onto the bed behind Anselm and lightly grabs his hips. Anselm stills, pressing his beard to your leg as he lets Blue take his time. 

Slowly, Blue runs his hands along Anselm’s ass and the back of his thighs, seeming to commit everything to memory before he lightly pulls the buttplug out of Anselm completely. 

He groans into your leg, eyes rolling back as the thick toy pops out of him. “Sehr gut, meine Süße.” Very good, my sweet. 

Blue shivers at the praise, his cock throbbing. But his hands shake ever so slightly as he pours lube over himself and then adds a liberal amount to Anselm’s already well lubricated hole. 

Anselm arches his back slightly, making the action easier and moaning headly as the cool substance runs along his skin. The top of his cock brushes against the cotton of the bedsheets, smearing precum and making him shiver. 

“Come on now, my love, I want to feel you inside.” He groans, his fingers holding onto your legs while you pull at his hair lightly. 

“Don’t be a brat.” You tease softly, “let him take his time.” 

Anselm pouts playfully at you. “I’ll remember that, my love.” He says darkly. 

“I hope you do.” You give him a cheeky smile. 

Blue notches himself at Anselm’s entrance, swallowing as he starts to ease inside. 

Anselm groans, throwing his head back, “that’s it, meine süße, that’s it, I can take you.” 

Blue whimpers, shivering as he sinks deeper. Anselm’s muscles squeeze around him, drag him deeper and he gasps. A wave of lightheadedness washes over him at the warmth. 

“Oh,” he lets out the tiniest sound and you smile. 

He presses closer, thrusting in the last few inches and grunts as he leans forward, practically laying over Anselm’s back as he breathes and gathers himself. 

Anselm moans delightedly, “Ah, wonderful, wonderful, I can feel you in the most perfect spot.” It’s Anselm who starts to rock back and forth, encouraging Blue to move.

Blue bites his lip, sitting back up on his knees and holding onto Anselm’s hips as he bucks and grinds, letting the older man completely control the pace as he clings on for dear life. 

“Blue,” you say softly and his attention snaps to you immediately. “You okay?”

He nods rapidly, “Feels really good,” he whines, his expression tense as he tries to master the sensations running through his limbs. 

“You like being inside our husband?” You tease and he whimpers. 

“Yes, I do mommy, I do.” He bites his lip again hard, gasping as his skin heats up and burns. 

Anselm rocks back forcefully against him, groaning and muttering praises. 

You grab Anselm’s hair a little tighter, forcing him to bend his neck back, “Ah, my love,” he groans and grins. 

“Stop moving.” You lean down and kiss his nose. Anselm smiles happily and does what you ask straight away without question. He stills his hips, only wriggling ever so slightly and enjoying the sensation of Blue filling him completely. 

“Come here and keep your lower half still.” As you settle back down you gently coax him down with you, pressing his head between your legs. 

He groans, his hands grabbing and squeezing your thighs as he drives in and swirls his tongue around your clit. 

You breathe in deeply, your muscles clenching as he laps and sucks. You swallow, letting him hook your right leg over his shoulder and press your heel into his upper back, so that he is now truly, face down ass up. 

You look back to Blue, “Now, sweet thing,” you smile at him, trying to keep your focus and not fall under Anselm’s spell immediately. “I want you to fuck him however you want, understand?” 

Blue nods a little uncertainly. 

“He’ll love it.” 

Blue smiles back softly and takes an experimentally slow thrust, pulling out and back in and revelling in the wet sound of the lube as his cock is practically sucked inside. 

Anselm moans between your legs as he laps at your pussy, his fingers digging into your skin. 

Blue gasps, shivers as he picks up his pace. He moves, placing one foot flat while kneeling with the other leg so he can put more power into his thrusts. Anselm’s walls clench around him, squeezing rhythmically. 

“Fuck.” Blue bites his lip, bucking harshly. He can’t stop his body from moving even if he tried, his muscles switching to overdrive to chase the pleasure completely. 

He can’t tear his eyes away from you both, how Anselm’s fingers spread out on your skin, how you arch and writhe under his mouth. 

Anselm groans, the sound low and deep as Blue pounds into him, his heavy cock hitting perfectly against his sweet spot and making him light headed. The friction is delicious, deep and heady as he stretches him wide, bullying further and further inside. 

“I’m, I’m,” Blue sobs, he shouldn’t be so close already, surely the ring should be helping him to hold back a fraction? But the sensations are burning and twisting so tight in his belly, pulling so hard on his bones. His balls try to draw up but the ring stops them, heightening the sensation.

Your eyes meet his as you keep Anselm’s mouth flush against you so he can’t get too bossy. “You can come Blue,” you whine, your blood singing with the promise of bliss. “Come whenever you want.” 

He cries out, tears in the corners of his eyes as he comes hard and deep, spurting into Anselm and filling him up rapidly. The cock ring draws out the pleasure, makes it last and last and last as he falls forward, gasping for air. 

You coo softly, muttering praises as Blue whimpers and pulls out slowly, his cum leaking out of Anselm’s entrance. 

Quickly, he ducks forward, licking up the older man’s balls and lapping at his hole as he reaches around and pumps Anselm’s heavy cock in time with the laps of his tongue. 

Anselm’s back bows, he practically growls as he feels Blue’s warm and eager tongue. 

“Ah, that’s it Blue,” you whine, your breathing catching as Anselm presses two fingers inside you as he sucks on your clit. “Make him come.” 

Anselm curls his fingers, rubbing perfectly at your walls as he swirls his tongue, purses his lips and you cry out, your fingers scraping along his scalp. 

Pleasure rushes over your nerves and whites out your vision, leaving you dreamy and weightless and Anselm works you through it. 

Blue groans excitedly, wriggling as your sighs hit his ears. 

Anselm moans as your cum hits his tongue, lapping greedily before he sits up quickly. Blue moves back, surprised, but Anselm wraps his hand around Blue’s jerking himself quickly and then gasping as he comes all over your stomach in hot, thick ropes. 

He sighs happily as he shakes, coming down from his high and softly takes hold of the back of Blue’s neck. “Time for clean up, my love.” 

He doesn’t even need to guide Blue to your skin, he practically jumps on you in excitement, his tongue lapping up Anselm’s spend. 

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kenny. omg. hear me out. being rick’s stress relief during the alexandria arc of s5 😵‍💫 like omg yeah he’s clean shaven now but can’t go two days w/o fighting w someone from alexandria, got restrained by michonne n everything… figures he needs smth else to keep the group in alexandria’s good graces and settles on smth along the lines of free use w you!! can’t be too shitty of a day if you get fucked into the mattress by the end of it ♡

hnghhh em omg i love you so bad. ur genius for this. i put a little backstory because i'm physically incapable of not being longwinded lol <3

rick grimes x fem!reader

rick needs a little stress relief with all the new responsiblities at alexandria

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, age gap (early 20s/late 30s)

You always thought stress was supposed to decrease someone’s sex drive, but now that you were getting fucked dumb every single night, you were sure that wasn’t true.

Rick had to be the most wound up person you’d ever known, constantly up in arms about something. Ever since he and his group arrived at your once peaceful community, there’d been nothing but conflict. At best it was petty drama, at worst guns were drawn and brains were about to be splattered all over the pavement.

The worst it got was that day you saw him in the middle of the street hunched over the doctor like a rabid dog. You’d stayed back, keeping your distance from him as he waved his gun around and rambled on about control. Crimson blood dripped from his hairline all over his face. You couldn’t tell whether it belonged to him or the incapacitated man beneath him.

You’d never seen anyone like him. Living in Alexandria since the start of the outbreak meant you were pretty sheltered. The people here rarely raised their voices let alone tackled each other through windows. He looked like the physical manifestation of what everyone warned you life outside the walls was like.

It was scary, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

Needless to say, you were pretty eager to offer yourself up to take the position watching him while the others decided what to do going forward.

You entered the room while he was still asleep. He was as peaceful as you’d ever seen him. Taking a seat in the chair beside the bed, you looked at him almost as if he was encased in glass, a specimen for your examination. His skin still had the scarlet tint of blood. His brown curls lie stuck between his temple and the ratty old pillow on the bed.

It startles you a bit when his eyes flutter open and connect with yours. Awkwardness sludges through your veins, but he looks you over like it’s nothing. You know you’re one of the least threatening people he’s come across in the new world. 

“You’re the one they got babysitting me, huh?” he rasps.

“I guess so,” you respond with more timidness than you would like.

His tongue slides out between his lips and licks the chapped skin while he continues to stare you down. It’s hard not to squirm in your seat, to shift your thighs against one another and make your desire known. Before you have a chance to think through your course of action though, he speaks again.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, his tone not looking to provoke a reaction but simultaneously wanting you to recognize your inferiority.

You shrug. He wasn’t gonna get the satisfaction. Not yet anyways.

“Are you scared of me?” he continues.

“No,” you answer.

“Good,” is all he says in response.

That was the last thing he said to you that day, but you could still hear the simple syllable in your mind. He might have been done talking to you. You weren’t through with him though. Under the guise of being assigned to watch him, you continued to linger around him as he went about his tasks in the community.

You tended to follow him around like a puppy. You were curious about him, watching him with inquisitive eyes, peeking over his shoulder as he cleaned his gun or tuned his transceiver. Your gazes were adoring too. It was obvious that you admired the way he could take control of a room with his words, how his people looked to him with reverence when he spoke.

He intoxicated you. In a world lacking things to do, observing Rick became a hobby for you.

He noticed of course, but he couldn’t say he minded. At least someone in this fucking place had an interest in survival and saw the value in listening to him. Plus, it didn’t hurt that you were pretty cute. He didn’t mind your company, didn’t mind teaching you things here and there. In his eyes, you were the least annoying out of all the new people here.

You both were on watch when you got a little promotion from least annoying. The two of you were sitting on the platform attached to the wall. It was night. Neither of you could sleep. Instead of telling you bits and pieces of the nightmares that kept sleep from him, he decided to teach you how to put a scope on a rifle. Nodding along to each thing he says, you watch his fingers and take note of every little thing he does. He gives you a few tries with it, but you’re still struggling to get the thing attached.

That’s when he looks at you, his expression unchanging, and pats his lap.

“C’mere.”

It’s out of your control really. You don’t even have a second to think about it before your legs have pushed you across the platform to the spot he beckoned you. With your back against his chest, his arms encase you and come around front to show you up close how to fasten the scope. When he’s done, he detaches it and makes you try.

His hands slide down your arms, lingering on the skin for longer than needed. They trail down to your sides then your hips. You bite your lip and try to focus on the task he wants you to perform rather than his touch. But then he leans forward to watch your hands work. His chin hovers above your shoulder. You can hear his breaths next to your ear. Once you’ve got it, you can essentially picture his subtle smirk in your mind.

“Good girl,” he croons teasingly.

You turn your head slightly, looking at him with your wide, innocent eyes. He chuckles and reaches up to stroke your cheek. Neither of you know what you’re really doing but one thing leads to another and you’re kissing. Then he’s got his hand up your shirt, groping your tits. It all comes to head and ends up with you straddling him, sinking down on his cock and burying your head in his shoulder.

Biting the fabric of his t-shirt to keep quiet, you begin to rise and fall. It felt so good as if it was what your body had been aching for. You felt the most alive you ever had in this shitty new world, and if the way he was gripping your hips and returning your thrusts were any indication, Rick felt the same way.

You both grunt and moan quietly as your bodies rut together with a primal desire for satisfaction. His lips glide over your collarbone and up your neck to the spot behind your ear. You let out a sharp whine which causes him to grin.

“Need you to be quiet, sweetheart,” he chides, “Don’t want to wake any of the others, do you?”

You’re quick to shake your head and cover your mouth with your palm, but you don’t stop bouncing. You needed him deep, rearranging your insides to a perfect mold for him.

“Then again,” he breathes, “They could stand to learn a thing or two from you. So obedient, eager to please…”

His words trail off as he helps you ride him. You’re so tight and warm, and for the first time since he set foot through those walls, his mind feels clear. He doesn’t hear the constant jabbering for his attention. His head doesn’t throb with the sensation of being pulled in five different directions. It’s like each thrust into your heat clears away a worry. By the time he cums, he feels drained of all his stress.

He needed more of that feeling. He couldn’t get enough of it. It was the start of a routine for the two of you. Everyday at least once, you were getting fucked till you were a drooling, dazed mess. And sometimes it was more than once. Sometimes he had you on your knees in the armory in the afternoon or pulled you into a storage closet on a morning supply run.

He had fifteen years on you, but most of the time he was the one leaving you exhausted.

And today had been a particularly bad day for Rick. Everything that could go wrong did. Alexandria was running low on a collection of different things, walkers were gathering at the East wall, one of the gate’s locks was rusting, a sprinkler broke, and on top of everything, he had to deal with everyone’s constant bitching.

The only thing that kept him from losing his shit was the thought of you laid in his bed at night waiting for him, batting your long eyelashes over those pretty doe eyes as you sat there in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of panties. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough.

He grits his teeth and dashes all across the community to try and get everything solved by sundown. The workload keeps him busy which fortunately makes the time go by faster. He also tries his best to keep his cool with people. There was no use starting petty conflicts when he had something much nicer to screw with now.

As soon as everyone’s headed off to bed and all the perimeters have been checked, he can’t get home fast enough. He’s quiet coming in. He didn’t wanna wake anyone. If someone got in his way now, he’d flip his lid worse than any of them had ever seen.

He’s up the stairs in seconds, taking them two at a time. Whisking the bedroom door open, a deep sigh seeps from his lungs as he sees his daydreams become realities of the night. Your pretty legs are on display for him as you lounge in the bed reading a book. He crosses the room and grabs you by the ankle to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. You already know what time it is and feel a dull tingle in the pit of your belly.

“Stressful day?” you ask as you finish the page you were on.

“Is the sky still blue?” he grumbles as he presses a kiss to your calf then another further up against your knee.

You smile at the quip, placing the book on the nightstand just in time as he flips you over onto your stomach. He climbs on top of you, squeezing your waist and nuzzling his face against your neck.

“Those people don’t even know how much they should be thanking you, baby,” he mumbles, “They don’t even know how many times a day you save their asses.”

You squirm a little beneath him as his fingers hook around your panties and tug them down. The sound of his zipper follows and it’s no time before you feel the weight of his dick against you.

“Needed you so bad all day,” he says.

“I needed you too,” you whimper as you feel slick gathering between your thighs.

He nips at your earlobe and rubs his hands up under his shirt you have on to tease the sides of your breasts.

“S’cute, honey,” he whispers, “Thinking about me while you did your little chores, hm?”

“Yeah,” you whine as he starts to line himself up and slot himself in the correct position.

It was such a familiar feeling, but each time it still made a chill run through you. Your insides ached with the pleasure that came from being filled up by him.

“Perfect girl. That’s just the way it should be,” he mutters.

He wastes no time before he starts thrusting. It only takes a couple before he starts groaning too. On nights like these, he was in no mood to take his time or savor the moment.

“So tight for me, Christ,” he chokes out, “There’s nothing like you.”

You moan softly too, putting your head down to muffle your sounds with the blanket. His hand rests around your neck for leverage as he fucks into you faster.

“That’s right, pretty baby. You’re so good for me. Givin’ me what I need. You’re the only one who can,” he grunts.

He snaps his hips harder, trying to find the limit of how hard he could go without being too loud or smacking the headboard into the wall. You claw at the ratty blankets on the bed as your toes curl. Your head turns to the side a little to peek up at him, and his eyes roll back.

“Everyone’s always fucking looking to me for something. No one can look at me like you can though. Those gorgeous eyes, all glossy for me. Not a thought behind ‘em right now,” he pants.

You nod weakly while digging your teeth into your lip again. It was getting harder to suppress the noises with the blanket alone.

“Rick…” you whimper, “Oh fuck, Rick.”

You gasp as he starts hitting the perfect spot. His stiff cock slips effortlessly in and out of you over and over and brushes that nook each time.

“Mhm. You’re the only one I wanna hear calling my name. Everyone here’s always whining for me, bitching for something. Not my girl though. The only time I hear you whining is when I’m balls deep, fucking you like you deserve,” he whispers.

You nod against the mattress. Your body rocks with the momentum of each thrust. Every stroke was working you closer to the edge, and Rick could feel his own impending as well.

Both his hands slide down to your hips to grip them hard. He keeps grinding and rolling his hips into you.

“Give it to me, princess. Lemme feel it. Gotta get my fix,” he says just as you start to tense up and jerk around below him.

You cum with a high moan into the plush fabric beneath you. Your body trembles and twitches as it handles the rush of euphoria. He keeps fucking you through it. His own noises start getting needier, closer to whimpers than groans. He grunts for a second as he finally feels release. He pulls out quickly and lets it spurt all over your ass. He’d so much rather do it inside, but he really didn’t need something else to worry about nine months from now.

With his release, the both of you are able to settle down for the night. He rolls off of you and quickly gets you cleaned up, so he can crawl into bed and hold you against his chest. The second most soothing thing to your pussy was the warmth of your body against him.

“So good for me, sweetheart. Always make things so good for me,” he sighs and lazily kisses your head, ready to drift off with the comfort of knowing this little scene would repeat itself tomorrow.

y'all complain about his sideburns but dude i—

i'm just waiting for him to transform into like a werewolf and knot me idk

victor frankenstein? more like lawrence talbot 👉👈

Obsessed with Soap’s stupid fucking nape and the fuzzy hair there. He probably gets yanked around by it all the time. It’s probably Ghost’s favourite place to slap. Probably the yummiest place to b..bite. He should cover it up, the whore. Wear exclusively turtlenecks from now on, otherwise i won’t be liable for mauling him

close enough, welcome back lucio the arcana

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

Silco on my mind 24/7🥵

how do we feel about power bottom silco!! i feel like he’s too bratty to fully submit but not bratty enough to fully take control?? or VIRGIN silco 😝😝😝 he’s been on my mind a lot he’s just so nom nom nom

ミ★ 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! — 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨.

ミ★ let me tell you something- LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. this man would NEVER submit 100%. he needs the control to some degree. so even if you top him, you can never dom him, you get me?

ミ★ fem!reader, unprotected p in v, dom!silco, d/s undertones, sloppy rough sex, couch sex, cowgirl, language/dirty talk, begging, possessive!silco, mean!silco, dumbification, pure filth (sorry not sorry)

“tired already?”

silco sounds so monotonously bored, thick drawl almost disinterested — your thighs and face burn, both from exertion and indignation.

the plush couch creaks beneath your movements, groaning its distaste at the activity currently taking place on top of it — and you can’t help but feel as worn out as the couch itself.

silco sighs deeply and his long fingers curl around your hips. your heart lodges itself into your throat when he shoves his hips up, bullying himself deep inside you and forcing stars into your eyes.

“weren’t you going to ‘fuck me stupid’?” silco sneers, lidded eyes scrutinizing your fucked out body. “yet here you are. you’re about to crumble.”

you would feel more embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate.

“siiiiil,” you whine, pussy drooling and throbbing, so fucked open yet orgasm so far from your grasp. “please, wan’a cum.”

“think you deserve it, hm?” silco retorts immediately, hips rolling up into yours with wet smacks. “have you earned it?”

your eyes melt into your skull at the constant grind of his cockhead against your cervix — it’s too much yet not enough at the same time; intense pressure but lacking the brutal beating you need to cum.

“please,” you gasp out again, helpless and desperate — you wiggle your hips only for silco to bruise them with his fingertips.

“resorted to begging, have you?” silco hums, the roll of his hips morphing to shallow thrusts. it’s better, makes your pussy cry around him, rubs your walls with such sweet pressure — but it’s still not enough.

one of silco’s hands disappears from your hip and long fingers crawl up your scalp before gripping the hair at the back of your head. silco pulls just enough to expose your neck to him.

rough, chapped lips glide up the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. silco’s breath is hot against your flesh when he murmurs, “beg me better, and i’ll use you like a little fucktoy.”

you swear his words alone are enough to fog your head completely; and you obey without a second thought, pouring all of your desperation and need into your pleas.

“please, sil, please fuck me. fuck me with your cock, i need it so bad, please —!”

teeth scrape against your jugular and silco growls, “better than that. if you want to cum so bad, beg me like you fuckin’ mean it.”

slick slurps and slaps punctuate his thrusts as he fucks inside you a little faster, bullying himself balls deep and slamming his cockhead into your cervix. mewls spill from your lips and your pussy flutters.

not enough. you need it rougher. you need him to use you like a little fucking doll. fuck your brains out of your ears. destroy you completely.

“use me. please, i’m your fucktoy. your little fucktoy. please use me, please, sil, your cock’s so good, fuck me — i’ll be so good, a good girl, please—!”

teeth and nails sink into your skin as silco snarls, balls slapping noisily into the flesh of your ass as his thrusts turn animalistic — he’s completely rough, merciless, uncaring of the way your body rocks and your lungs shrink, or the way he’s blinding you from the painful pleasure.

“oh, fuuuuck,” you mewl, voice spotty from the rabid jerks and throat sore — your pussy drools over him, crying from the dick plunging into it over and over; it feels so good, you swear you won’t last but a few seconds.

“thank you,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back. “than’you s’much, fuck, love it s’much.”

“fuck, babbling like some sort of idiot,” silco hisses, wet tongue laving sloppy over your throat. “so dumb from my cock. helpless, aren’t you?”

you can’t even process his words, but you nod anyway; your brain is melted in your skull, pussy sloppy and used and gut curled up with your building orgasm — you just want to cum all over him, paint his dick with your essence and feel him fuck it all out.

“lucky girl,” silco snarls, hand squeezing your hip tightly. “i’m feeling lenient today. so i’m going to make you cum so hard you faint, hear me?”

if only you could register how fucked you were in that instant.

“please, please! ‘s so good, make me cum, fuck, sil — mmmmm, ‘m close.”

silco’s hips piston into you at an inhuman speed, thick cock splitting you open and slamming your cervix so hard it’s knocking your breath out – but it’s everything you wanted, everything you needed; the very thing you’d been craving since you first sank down on his cock.

“who do you belong to, hm?” silco pants, voice stern and commanding despite its breathy quality. “who owns this sloppy pussy of yours?”

the only sounds you could make were whines, mewls, and moans — your coherency had long since been fucked from you, reducing you to nothing more than some limp cockwhore; and despite feeling lenient, silco wasn’t going to let that go.

“answer me or i’ll fuckin’ stop,” he threatens, kicking your heart into overdrive. “who fuckin’ owns you?”

“you do! you!” you yelp out, fingers scrabbling against his shoulders and hips shaking; your eyes are wet, fat tears teasing at the corners. “y-you own me. i belong to you, silco, please don’t stop, don’t—!”

“good girl,” silco purrs, shooting heat straight to your cunt. “such a good girl. now cum on m’cock, sweetheart. c’mon, make it messy. i know you want to, filthy girl.”

slick slaps and lewd moans, your pussy being split open over and over and cervix beaten in by silco’s cock — you’re so fucking close, you’re about to cum, you’re right fuckin’ there —

the sound that rips from your throat sounds almost inhuman — that coil in your gut snaps without much pre-warning, pussy gushing and fluttering around silco’s cock and waves wracking your entire body and leaving electricity in their wake.

“good fuckin’ girl,” silco coos, hips never slowing in their pace as he fucks you through your orgasm, groaning at the feel of your sloppy walls sucking him in. it was sending him into a frenzy — one that was sadistic and untamed, a fierce storm that demanded he absolutely wreck your body.

“keep coming, that’s it. mess it up f’me, baby. fuck, ‘m going to ruin you. don’t black out yet, dove. i’m just getting started.”

*locks myself back in the cabinet from whence i came* first time writing for silco, please forgive any mistakes 🙏

More thoughts on the Dominant Alpha Nik AU. Logistics and shit.

cw: omegaverse.

Nik's a little traditionalist, which means he doesn't believe in hiding away during his rut. He will mount and mate with his pack whenever he damn well pleases. There's a technical legality to it, even if it's not as common anymore, but he will absolutely collar Soap in the gym and rail him on a bench, or lift Simon up the wall in the shower, or snatch Gaz from his paperwork to fuck on the rec room couch, or press Price to the soft spring grass in base while the others watch.

The pack goes a little crazy whenever Nik breeds Price. The way Nik presses John's wrists above his head, the way his thick cock looks stretching John's cunt, the heavy slap of his full balls, the way his powerful body moves as he kisses and sucks John's mating mark to heighten his pleasure. The low, fucked out moans of their captain as he's being bred drives them into rut, watching him arch into it, his natural omega aggression subdued by a worthy mate.

If they say no, he'll never push. But they rarely do; his scent is intoxicating, his touch equally so. It's instinctual, primal. Sometimes they might go a month without seeing him, and those first few trysts are always desperate and feverish.

Mating between alphas is for pleasure, bonding and dominance. Nik has ridden Ghost a few times, come all over his tits, but he's always the one in control. Dominant Alphas have an active Cowper's gland when in the presence of an alpha they're attracted to as a natural adaptation to their pack role. Nik's hung though, so even with his natural slick, he has to work them up to take him, humping and grinding his slick shaft over their holes until they're begging.

His alphas have their preferences. Soap loves being mounted from behind and having his Mohawk pulled. Gaz loves using his mouth and Nik ends up with his lips stretched around his knot about as much as his arse, and they have to be kissing when Nik's fucking him. Simon loves being manhandled into submission. They've fucked on the boxing ring floor more times than Nik can count, Simon's legs spread so wide and his head thrown back as Nik pounds into him, the blood from a split lip dripping down his jaw. Nik forces eye contact when he's knotted, just to see the pleasure overflow those doe eyes. They all look equally as beautiful on his cock.

Price is obviously the core of their pack. It took careful courtship and patience, but the night that John finally accepted Nik would always be one of Nik's treasured memories. He'd always thought the distinction people made between "fucking" and "making love" was cringe and snobby, but he understood their perspective once he'd watched the trust, adoration and pleasure shine in John's eyes as they mated for the first time. He was being given a precious gift, an honour, and he'd treasure it forever.

Omega-Alpha courtship is like Bowerbird courtship. Nik looks hot and brings gifts, and Price inspects and decides to accept or not. There's definitely some alpha flexing/strutting but Nik will never admit to it.