Thinking Of Writing Nsfw Alphabet For A Few Of The Characters, So We’ll See How That Goes-

I think monsterfucking is about vulnerability. When you think about it

So true bestie bob has the WORST breeding kink. Something about him wanting to be able to fill an airplane hangar with little mini bobs drives him crazy

oh he loves everything about it. loves the thought of you being full of him. loves the thought of your tits getting bigger, your belly round with his little one. it doesn't stop after he gets you pregnant, either. he's obsessed with your body. wants to touch you all the time. hands on your growing belly, on your breasts, on your widening hips. has this primal need to be inside you, to remind you that he's the one who did this to you, the only one who gets to put a baby inside you.

I hope I'm in your dreams (The way you are in all of my mine) - m.g.

Synopsis: Fanboy tends to drift to the background, happy to let Rooster and Phoenix shine in attention. But maybe he's found a place to shine. Tags: NSFT, alcohol, unprotected sex (Don't do this!), penetrative sex, creampie, implied cum eating, sappy emotions, dumb stupid ending lmao but to me its funny Word Count: 1.5k AN: umm I like Fanboy and uhhh wish he had more screen time LMAO

Mickey Garcia is used to being in the background. 

Not to the extent of Bob, who sits quietly, observing everything all the time. But Mickey plays a backup role within the Dagger squad. He’s not sure when he realized it. Somewhere between following Phoenix around, laughing at Roosters antics or, hell, sitting behind Payback in the fucking plane. 

And Mickey doesn’t mind per se. He truly doesn’t it. He loves his friends and he loves what he does. He clicks with them, they each have a role to play. 

And he does well enough for himself when it comes to romancing someone. Nowhere near as well as Hangman or Rooster, but as much as they attract attention, he’s a witness to the inevitable times they crash and burn, a loyal first responder to the wreckage.

He’s happy where he is. 

But dear god you have to be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his entire life. 

And as Mickey watches you raise your eyebrow at Jake, unimpressed by his antics, and he rethinks his place in the background. No, Mickey Garcia is going to woo you. 

As soon as he works up the nerve. 

Which is hard when you keep sending him cute little smiles, circling the rim of your glass with your finger, and- oh god why are you touching his arm? 

It’s been two weeks of back and forth antics, that ultimately end with him running away to the bar, or hiding outside to “catch some air.”

Bob thinks it's cause he really likes you, more than the random hookups he’s had in the past. Mickey had brushed it off at the time, but right now, watching you laugh at Coyote’s dumb joke has his blood boiling. 

“Just ask her out, man.” Reuben’s voice cuts through the chaos of Mickey’s mind. He's good like that, able to pull him out of his head when he overthinks.

But right now Mickey just takes a swig of his beer, eyes narrowed at Payback. His pilot holds his hands up in defense. “I’m just saying she’s clearly into you. Despite you fumbling the bag easily 3 different times.” 

“Shut up, Payback,” Mickey groans ignoring his embarrassment and taking another drink.

A warm hand slaps his back, and he sputters. 

“Better slow down on the beers, Fanboy. You may lose another chance to ask her out,” Rooster crows into his ear, a little too loudly. 

“Shut up!” Mickey repeats, praying to god you didn’t hear. Rooster laughs loudly, slapping his back again, and Mickey smiles at his own misfortune, wondering what’s wrong with himself. 

“Did I hear Mickey had too much to drink?” you call out, voice ringing out above the noise.

Fuck.

“Well, I certainly don’t mind taking you home. You and Payback still in that Navy house off base?” And Mickey just blinks up at you dumbly, wondering if you’re lips are as soft as they look.

“Yeah, we’re still there! I’ve got plans tonight, so I can’t take him home. Thanks so much.” Mickey's torn between thanking Reuben and strangling him, but you just smile, before gently tugging on his arm. 

“Let’s get you home, handsome.” 

The car ride is silent, and Mickey keeps glancing at you nervously. 

He’s a naval flight officer and a TOPGUN program graduate. His palms should not be sweating because of a random civilian who’s wormed her way into his friend group. 

But you look so pretty as the moon streams in through the window. 

“I’m not drunk,” he blurts out, and he winces when the car jerks slightly at his outburst. But you snort, rolling your eyes. 

“I know Mickey. I just wanted to spend some time with you alone, and it seemed like you wanted to get out of there.” 

“Oh.”

You hum in acknowledgment before shooting him a sly glance. 

“Now I’ll be a perfect gentleman, so don’t worry about me damaging your honor.”

He smiles at that, relaxing into his seat, and he tries to ignore the way your fingers ghost against each other on top of the armrest console. 

Mickey’s almost sad when you pull into the driveway of the shitty Navy housing he and Payback managed to score.

But then he realizes, one, he’s not actually drunk, two, you like him, and three, you want to be alone with him. And something clicks in his mind.

“Do you wanna come inside?” 

And you smile at him so prettily that his heart skips a beat.

“Why Lieutenant, I thought you’d never ask.”

____

He hisses, sliding his cock through your folds, bumping the pearl of your clit. A small whine escapes your throat, hips bucking against him, trying to coax him inside. 

He watches your face as he continues to thrust like this, grazing your clit, soaking his cock. Mickey’s wanted you splayed out like this for him since the moment he first saw you, desire only increasing as he’s gotten to know you. He’s not going to rush this, no, Mickey wants you to remember this, him. Wants you to want him the way he wants you. 

“Mickey,” you cry out, pulling him from his thoughts, bringing him back to this moment. “Mickey, please. Please don’t make me wait anymore.” 

He coos at your begging, thumb sweeping away the tears that barely gather at the corner of your eyes. 

“Yea, baby? You’ve been so good for me, letting me take my time with you.” You nod, lips pursing in a pout as he leans forward to kiss them. “I’ll take care of you, baby. Give you what you need.” 

You smile against his lips, reaching a hand down to keep your pussy open for him. He hums, drawing back to watch, as his cock finally slips inside you. 

Mickey shivers, hissing at the warmth of your cunt as he slowly fills you. Holy fucking shit. 

Your hands lurch out, nails digging into his forearms. “Mickey! Shit.” He sighs, chest feeling empty as you clench around him. One of his hands grips your waist tightly, and his other hand wrangles one of yours, threading your fingers together.

“You feel so good, baby. Gonna move now,” he chokes out. You nod, squeezing his hand. 

Mickey draws back slowly, eyes nearly rolling back at the way you tighten around him as if you want him to stay inside. 

“Holy shit,” he mutters as he pushes back in. “You’re so wet for me, huh?” You nod, rocking your hips against him as his rhythm increases. 

“Yea,” you pant. “Been wanting you to fuck me for weeks, Lieutenant.” He groans, dropping to his forearms to kiss you. It’s messy, his tongue entering your mouth, as you gasp against him. His chest presses against yours, and you free your hands, only to anchor them on his back, nails dragging against his skin. 

The room fills with the wet sound of your arousal the smack of skin against skin. His bed creaks beneath you as his hips press you into the mattress. It’s lewd and makes your stomach flip in the best way possible.

He feels so good, so warm, surrounding you and filling you so sweetly. Your hips rock in time with his thrusts, and you shut your eyes, overwhelmed with a white-hot sensation that makes your toes curl.

Mickey inhales deeply, enraptured by you, the way your body moves beneath. So responsive, so sensitive... Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizes he'd do anything to keep you happy, keep you safe.

There's a telltale twitch in his abdomen, and he frowns; he wishes he could last longer, but it's too much. You feel so good, the way you tighten around him like you want him to finish. But Mickey Garcia wants you to cum around his cock. Earlier on his fingers wasn't enough, he needs to feel it.

“God, you feel so good,” he mutters into your skin, leaving kisses as he trails down your neck. “Such a good girl for me.” 

You preen under his attention, shivering under his touch. “Wanted you so bad, Mickey. Kept touching myself, pretending it was you,” you confess, feeling drunk from the way he's fucking you. 

“Oh fuck.” Mickey’s cock twitches inside you, and his brain is flooded with images of you writhing on a bad, fingers shoved in your cunt, wanting him there. “Fuck, baby. Fuck. Never leaving you empty again.” 

“Mickey, I’m close,” you whine, almost embarrassed at how desperate you are, but you can’t find it in you to care, not when Mickey’s looking at you with hearts in his eyes, his hips continuously crashing into yours. 

“I know, baby,” he whispers, and he manages to force his hand where your bodies meet, a thick finger swirling against your clit. You whine, jaw clenching as your body tenses, your pussy feeling molten as Mickey continues to fuck into you. 

It’s intense, more intense than normal, the pressure feeling monumental, and you cry out, writhing against the bed, as you cum around his cock. It feels so good, a release you've been craving for weeks.

Mickey groans, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of you pulsing around him, and his core flexes, as he finally lets your warm cunt milk him for what he’s worth. 

You stay tense around him, thighs clenched at his waist, arms grappled around his torso. 

It's with soft words and gentle hands that Mickey unwraps you, pressing sweet kisses on your face. He gently removes his softening cock, soothing you with kisses as you hiss at the discomfort. 

You’re completely fucked out, chest heaving as your eyes shut. Mickey watches you with fondness and a deep ache in his heart. And something in his gut stirs. Slowly, as if not to spook you, he leaves a trail of kisses down your sweaty body, and he finds himself between your thighs. 

“Mickey?” you ask shakily, blinding reaching to pet his hair. He nuzzles into the plushness of your flesh, thumbs gently pulling your fucked out cunt apart, and he watches as his cum trickles out of you. Fuck.

“Let me do this for you, baby. Please, gotta taste us.” You whine, propping yourself up to watch him, and he grins at you, something in it shys on the side of arrogance, but it makes your heart stutter. 

As your moans fill the air, Mickey hums against your cunt. 

Everyone has their spot, a role to fill, and he now knows without a doubt, that he was made to be in-between your legs. 

Come Away With Me

Come Away With Me

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Anasteemaphilia - a sexual preference for partners of a vastly different height than oneself. It can present as a preference for partners who are significantly shorter or partners who are significantly taller.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, murder, blood, gore, kidnapping, noncon (like for real dark shit), dirty talk, light praise

Relationships: Troll!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2162

A/N: Troll - a dwarf or giant in Scandinavian folklore inhabiting caves or hills. We have gone with LARGE for this one pals... an uh he makes it fit. You can thank my 2am stomach ache for this one.

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You crossed the bridge every day. A song quietly falling from your lips as you pushed your small cart to the market and then home again in the evening. It was tiring work; the load was heavy, and the coin never truly enough, but you didn’t quit. It was too safe a job for someone like you to give up on. The stories you’d heard about women working outside the market always sent a shiver down your spine. You were safer out in the open than you would in a pub or a dark bookstore.

You would also miss your friend.

He’s shy, doesn’t really say much of anything, but he’s sweet. Well, you assume it’s a he, and that he is real and not just some coyotes in the woods or local kids being mean. You leave small amounts of fruits and vegetables and flowers for him, nothing special. The bridge between the village and your cottage is old and magic, or so your grandmother told you. It just became a habit when you took over the cart to leave an offering of sorts on the bridge.

Each evening you'd leave what you could afford and each morning it would be gone. Sometimes certain vegetables were left behind, carrots in particular. Your friend seemed to really enjoy when you left plums. Though the tree was still young, it bore small amounts of fruit this season. When you left one behind, a little bruised and misshapen, the next morning you found an old hat where you always left your offering.

The cap was battered and worn, a small emblem on it had been ripped off and there was a hole in it, but the plum pit that sat on top told you it was the bridge, or the spirit of the bridge thanking you for your offering. You didn't want to question it, didn't think about it, because suddenly the long days and early mornings were just a little better. You wore the old hat from that day on.

But the villagers they didn't like that. When you explained to the fishmonger how you came across it, one morning after he'd asked, he sneered and turned up his nose. The cobbler did the same, as did the entire market thereafter. Rumors spread that you were some heretic, not to be spoken to or to have dealings with. On the busiest day of the week, you sold barely anything. And that pattern continued, your cart just as heavy as it had been at the start of the day.

Your offering grew smaller, unable to afford to give any more. But still you weren’t making ends meet. So you did something you promised your grandmother you wouldn’t do. You got a job at the pub as a barmaid. Guilt swirled in your belly that first evening when you had nothing to offer the bridge. The handful of coins you had earned were carefully stashed in the lining of your coat since it was so late at night. There were no lovely plums or flowers to be offered. You stood in the middle of it, trying to decide what to do. Did you leave a coin and risk it being stolen, or do you leave nothing and hope that misfortune doesn’t befall you further?

“Oi, bridge bitch,” someone shouted in the darkness, their voice slurring into the cool night air. “Y-ou wanna give me an off-erring?”

You clutched your coat tighter around your chest, frozen in fear as the burly man stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. You pressed yourself into the stone railing as he approached you, a breath trapped in your chest. He plucked your hat off your head and tossed it over the side. You felt the tears burn your eyes, your voice lost on your tongue.

“You wanna offer me-me that-”

The sentence was never finished. A giant, scarred hand grabbed his head, crushing his skull with a simple squeeze. Blood and visceral spewed from between the meaty fingers, spraying across your front. Every part of you shook, a heavy breath nearly blowing you over as the hand released the lifeless body. The hand shook off the bits carelessly, flinging chunks across the bridge and making bile ride in your throat.

A rush of cool air behind you and suddenly you were standing face to face with… with a…

"T-tr-troll," you squeaked, head tilted all the way back to look at his scarred features. "I-I-I-I-"

You were caught in a loop, unable to scream in terror, unable to run, just a stuttering mess standing before one of the most feared creatures in the world. You dropped your gaze when his piercing blue eyes became too much. In his clean hand, your cap was pinched between two fingers.

"Here, plum," he set the hat back on your head. "Hafta make sure everyone knows you're Bucky's."

"Bucky?" Your lips trembled as the large fingers caressed your face, tracing your cheek and sliding down to your throat. His big thumb pulled at your bottom lip.

"Yeah, me, this is my bridge and you are my precious… tiny… plum."

Fat tears slipped down your cheek. Your body trembled under the immense weight of his stare, blue eyes being swallowed up by his pupils. The heat radiating from his tarnish body caused sweat to form under your thick coat. Every part of him was built to stomp and crush and kill.

What had you done?

"No, no, no little plum, no tears. I've been dreaming about this night." He tried to smile, revealing slightly crooked teeth, but all you could think of was how they'd feel ripping your flesh from the bones. A sob rattled your chest. "I rescued you, l-like a knight, and I'm gonna take you away from all of this. I used all your gifts, I planted a garden for-for us and-and-”

He yanked you into his chest, crushing your cheek into the worn and sweaty material of his shirt. Hands, terrifyingly large and strong, roamed over your body, felt your body tremble under him, but they didn’t stop. Bucky lifted you into the air until your face nearly touched his, more hiccuped cries pouring from your mouth.

“P-puh-please,” you sobbed. "I just wanna go home."

"Shh, it's okay, plum, we'll go home," he whispered, rubbing his nose against yours, like he was trying to soothe you.

You didn't fight as the troll carried you away, leaping over the bridge and causing you to shriek in terror. Whatever life you had before was dead, either because of your own doings leading up to this point or from the monster now taking control. If you survived, made it back to the village somehow, you would no doubt be blamed for murder. Your luck had truly soured. The gods had turned their backs on you. You’d never see your grandmother again.

Bucky’s barbarous steps shook the trees and made the ground quake as he crouched under the bridge.

“Watch this,” he murmured, shrugging his shoulder to force your head up.

Your weak sniffle echoed around the arch. You stared at the dry stone wall, rubbing the heel of your hand into your eyes to try and stop the tears. A nervous smile spread across his barrelled towards the wall. Before the choked sound could pass your lips, the wall shimmered into nothing, revealing a lush valley that practically glowed in the moonlight. Your heart leapt into your throat.

At the center of the valley was a stone hut, a blazing fire crackled and crickets chirped. Bucky walked down the short hill talking the whole way about plans he had for you, for him, for both of you. He kicked open the door, and you were struck by how massive everything was. It was all troll size, of course, from the pans that hung over the fireplace to the washbasin to the bed that was tucked into the far corner of the room. Dried flowers and sprigs of herbs you had left as offerings hung on one fall, as did a ribbon you’d lost on a windy day a few weeks ago. Though it was stained with something now, the satin ruined.

He was still holding you.

“I-I-I had a lots a plans, was going to add more to the house, this wasn’t h-how I wanted it to look when you got here, but I couldn’t not save you. Nobody hurts my plum.” He squeezed you, forcing the air from your lungs when his fingered curled so tightly together they almost touched.

“Bucky,” you said, gasping for air and clawing at his hands.

He looked down at you. Your pleading gaze meeting the same strange one from the bridge. His eyes dilated as they flicked from his hold around your waist to your face. A tight knot formed in your chest as the hunger you saw in his gaze. The harder you tried to breathe, the more your vision blurred.

“Lotta plans, little plum, but they-they don’t really matter anymore.”

Just when you thought you might explode or pass out, his grip released. You collapsed onto the bed and ragged, quaking breaths tearing your throat apart. The sheet smelled surprisingly fresh, like roses and violets you’d grow at home. A hand wrapped around your leg, pulled you to the edge harshly. Bucky snapped and tore at your clothes, tossing the shreds to the far side of the room until you were left naked and shivering below him. You begged him to stop, but he refused to listen.

"Every part of you is so… tiny." He breathed, hands dragging up your legs, your hips, all the way to your face. "I could crush you, rip you right in half."

He brought his weight down to your pelvis when you tried to squirm away, heavy cock pressed against your tummy

"No," you sobbed, fresh tears burning your eyes. "Please, I haven't-"

"Plum," he groaned, biting off the end of your confession. His lips crashed down on yours, devoured and consumed your cries. "Knew you were going to be the one, knew you'd be so sweet and ripe for me."

With your body still pinned beneath him, he removed his clothes. More scars were revealed, old jagged marks that had long since healed but looked so angry, showed what damage he could do and take. You refused to look lower than his chest, terrified of what you'd find. The trembling returned to your body as you tried to hold back your tears. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip and you squeezed your eyes shut.

It felt bigger, hotter, harder outside of his trousers. He rubbed his cock against your stomach, whimpering at the friction against your soft skin. Precum flowed from his cock, soaking your skin in his slimy essence.

"S-s-so beautiful, little plum. Just like I dreamed about. So perfect. Fuck, g-gon-na fill you up so good. Promise I'll be as gentle."

His hands easily wrapped around your thighs, spreading them to the point of pain until he could fit his hips between them.

A scream, filled with anguish and defeat, tore through your throat when he prodded at your dry cunt. He stopped almost instantly, not removing what little of himself he'd shoved into you, but not going any further. You couldn't see his face, couldn't tell if he was enjoying your pain or taking greater pleasure in it. His monstrous thumb traced patterns against the inside of your thighs, moving higher and higher until he was stroking your clit.

"Stay still plum, this will m-make it better, easier. Just let me take care of you."

He forced pleasure on to you. Bucky pressed kisses against your tear-stained cheeks, licked and sucked at the skin around your neck and shoulder. Shocks and shivers rained down your spine, the tension building in the base of your neck made your muscles shake. His thumbs kept toying with your body, swirling and rubbing and pinching. Your hands twisted the sheets beside you, heat rolled through your body. His cock eased deeper into you, your traitorous body sucking him the slicker your pussy got.

"That's it, plum, doing so good. Kn-knew you could take it, fit my cock in your b-b-bitty body. Just need to c-cum and I'll be able to slide right in."

You shook your head, even as your body seemed to agree with his words. The tension inside you wound tighter and tighter, forcing your back off the bed until it snapped. Your vision swam as your pussy fluttered around the tip of his cock. Bucky bit down hard into your shoulder, his hips trying to pulse forward to fully enjoy your wet heat.

"I can't," you whimpered as he pushed in deeper. "I can't, I can't. Please, Bucky, no more."

"Plum, don't fight, promi-ise it'll fit. Promise, I'm gonna make it fit. Cause you're my little, tiny precious plum."

YES YES YES THANK YOU!

honestly so happy that you delivered on my breeding kink ask because this was just perfection!! but also very glad you didn’t crash!! I mean I would’ve probs had the same reaction tho bc I mean breeding is my #1😌

and idc what anyone else says, for sure, without a doubt in my mind, Adrian has a breeding kink

omg he’d want to constantly have you filled and full of him cum or child and the thought makes me go absolutely feral, like insane, foaming at the mouth, screaming and creaming 😩‼️

and trying every single day??? my man is determined, and I’m so glad he is, wouldn’t want it any other way

also dad Adrian??? yes yes yes 100 times yes, he’d be such a good dad, like the best, his kids would be his whole world 😭

anyways thank you for writing this🥰

idk if you talked ab this before but thoughts on Adrian having a breeding kink👀

and another

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns, has a vagina/womb)

rating: e+

word count: 1,813

one-sentence synopsis: ever since you decided to try for another baby, adrian has been determined to make it happen, without pause.

author's note: i'm sorry but i got this message while i was driving and i gasped out loud and almost crashed my fucking car holy fucking shit. i also sent screenshots of this message to a couple of my friends, one of whom said, "of course adrian has a breeding kink. any character you touch automatically gets a breeding kink by osmosis." and then i was like so of course adrian has a breeding kink and let's talk about it. and i started writing a headcanon thread but then i basically started writing fic and now i just wrote a fic. i'm so sorry. i love breeding kink i love pregnancy tropes i'm sick in the head i'm not sorry!!!! (i am sorry for my long-ass author's note though)

read on ao3!

Adrian’s on you the second you’re in the door.

This isn’t a surprise, nor is it unwelcome. You laugh, telling him, “Adrian, I just got home from work, I’m all sweaty—”

“And?” Adrian asks, breath ghosting over your skin as his lips just barely lift from your throat to speak. “What, you want to shower so I can get you sweaty all over again? Waste of water.” With his teeth hovering over your pulse point, he tells you, “Conserve.”

You huff another laugh, breathless this time. Adrian kicks the door shut behind you, twisting to shove you up against it. His hands are already tearing your coat apart, pushing the buttons through their holes with a haste that nearly rips the threads holding them together. He’s already introducing teeth to your throat, his large hands hot where they glide up under your shirt.

This has been your homecoming every day for— weeks now, actually. As soon as the two of you decided to try for another baby, he was determined to try every. Single. Day. Usually, multiple times a day. Sometimes even multiple times a time. He’s told you over and over that he’s intent on giving you as many babies as you want, as many babies as he wants— which is apparently infinite, and you’re drunk enough on him and the way he makes you feel that you’re willing to give him that in return.

Adrian reaches down, scooping you up with his hands tight around your thighs. You hitch up onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist. You cup his jaw in your hands, pulling his face up to bring him into a bruising kiss.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Adrian breathes, drawing you up and away from the door.

He uses his sheer strength to carry you up the stairs, to your bedroom down the hall, where he nudges the door shut gently and throws you down on the bed. The frame creaks; Adrian reaches up to steady the headboard with one hand gripping the curved top of it.

“Shh,” he shushes the bed before ducking down to kiss you. He uses his grip on the frame to brace himself, dropping to take your lower lip between his teeth for a moment before separating again. He pushes up and off of you, stripping his shirt off over his head in a rush. You honestly don’t know why he bothers wearing as much clothes as he does when this happens every day.

Adrian is desperate to get his hands on you like it’s the first time he’s ever done it, like he’s never going to get to do it again. He gets you bare under him, his hot skin sliding hot over yours, enjoying the rub of his coarse body hair over the friction burns you’ve already gotten from him in the same spots for the same reasons over the last few weeks.

Last few weeks, months, years. He loves to do this to you, with you. His cock is already hard, gliding slick over your thigh, and he reaches between you to find your entrance already wet.

His fingertips dip inside you, his eyes flickering up to meet yours above the rim of his glasses, through the thick fringe of his eyelashes. He grins, says, “You want me to fuck you so bad already, don’t you? Look at you.”

“Yeah,” you tell him, writhing slightly, twisting on your back to push your hips, hoping for more friction from him.

“I want to fuck you so bad, too,” Adrian says, looking down to his fingers slipping inside you. He fucked you before you went to work, and you relax easily around him now. He draws you up, burying his face in your belly, mouthing at your flesh with hot breath and biting teeth and slickness. His fingers fuck into your cunt, and breath punches up out of your lungs, rasping. “Oh, fuck, look at you. I want to— want to fill you up, want to give you my baby, want—”

“Yes,” you breathe, head dipping back into the pillows. He’s twisting his wrist, getting his thumb on your clit so you inhale sharply, hands flying up to grasp desperately at him. You twist your fingers in his hair, your other hand reaching without success towards his elbow, wanting him to push harder, deeper.

“You’re soaked,” Adrian comments with admiration, staring down between your slick thighs. “Fuck. Can I fuck you? Please, can I fuck—”

“Yes,” you tell him, “I want— Go ahead, you can—”

Adrian’s already slipping his fingers out of you, and you’re crying out, wanting to draw him back in. He doesn’t waste time, slotting himself between your legs. He lines his cock up with your hole, pushes into your tight heat like he never wants to be anywhere else.

His head falls forward, burrowing into your chest. You kiss the top of his head, your hands going to his back, gripping his shoulders. Adrian gathers you into his arms, wrapping around to your back, pulling you in close, dragging his mouth up to spread the flat of his tongue over your nipple before he introduces his teeth.

“I wish you were pregnant all the time,” Adrian tells you. “You should never not be pregnant. It’s, like, what you’re made for.” He pushes deeper into you until your hips are flush with his, until he’s pressing so deeply into you that your core is throbbing. He lifts his head, bright eyes meeting yours, sweat smudging his glasses. “God, you don’t know what you fucking look like. You don’t know how you make me feel, knowing that I’m the one doing this to you, that you and I love each other so fucking much—” He lifts his head, bites into another kiss with you. Muffled, his lips to yours, he continues, “—that I just can’t stop fucking— breeding you, that I can’t stop filling you, seeing you like—”

His hand threads up, climbing your side to tangle in your hair, and you fold into him, collapsing like a house of cards. He takes his as his cue to start fucking you in earnest.

He lifts your leg to adjust your angle together, and this new slant gives you friction against it, lets you grind against him until there are sparks rocketing through your core. You grapple for him, and he fits himself into your hands, biting a bruise into the soft underside of your jaw.

You can feel the chaos in the way he moves, his madness, his hunger for you. It’s obvious in everything about him: what he says to you, what he does to you. He never wants you to stop carrying his children; you never want to stop carrying his children. It really is like you were made for each other.

“Oh, fuck,” Adrian bites off into your throat. “Can I— Can—”

“Yes,” you tell him, and he’s losing his rhythm, fucking you with abandon. His hips snap into yours, ferocious in his claiming of you, his determination to take root in you. You can’t help the prick of tears in the backs of your eyes, the burn in your nose, the smile that touches the edges of your lips. This is, you think, one of the best feelings you can feel. There’s very little you’ve found to top it, anyway.

Adrian mumbles your name into your skin, curses and praises and rambled nothings as he drags you over the edge and pulsing into your orgasm. You gasp out, shaking, trembling like you’re collapsing, a dying star inside you. You drag him in closer, unable to release him.

“Please,” you beg him, “please, please, please—”

He gathers your head in his hands and pulls you in for a long kiss, spreading you open, licking behind your teeth. The searing heat of him consumes you as he cums, floods you, fills you.

You’re gasping for breath, clinging to him, as he says, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” kissing along your hairline, smearing sweat along your skin.

Your chest heaves as you struggle to breathe. Adrian’s hand glides down your chest, between your nipples, to settle over your belly. His thumb strokes over your navel, his face dropping to kiss your flushed skin.

“Hey,” you breathe to him. He lifts his head, glasses askew, hair rumpled, waiting for you to speak. “Guess what?”

“Uhh— Is this a rhetorical guess what or a real guess what?” Adrian asks. “You really want me to guess? Because my brain, it’s not working at top—”

“Adrian,” you cut him off. He refocuses on you just as you tell him, “I’m already pregnant.”

For a second, he just blinks. Then, he laughs, surging up to kiss you again, one hand sliding up to grip at your hair. He’s still rooted inside you, and the rough movement jostles you. You bite off a noise into his mouth; he draws back, pressing a soft kiss to the bite he’s left on your lower lip before separating.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demands. He kisses your cheek, your nose, your lips again, before he says, “Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes—” He laughs, then delightedly cheers, “Fuck yes!”

“Adrian, be quiet,” you tell him, unable to stop laughing yourself at his obvious joy, at your own corresponding glee. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t get so much as a hi, how are you before you were taking your dick out at the door—”

“I did not hear you complaining at the door,” Adrian says, smiling.

You’re about to respond when there’s a hard bang-bang-bang-bang against your bedroom door, a tiny palm flat against the wood.

“Are you home, Daddy?” your daughter demands from the other side of the door. You don’t know why she asks when she just heard his voice, but it makes you laugh, dropping your head back.

“If the two of you wake up the baby, I’m going to be pissed,” you promise Adrian. He ducks to kiss your cheek again before slipping out of you.

“I got her,” he assures you. “You stay here, you take care of our baby until I can come back and celebrate right—”

You have to shove him off when he ducks down to kiss at your throat again, your daughter slamming on the door, demanding his attention all over again. Sure enough, you can hear the baby start crying in the nursery across the hall.

You grab the pillow from up off the bed beside you, bringing it up over your head and burying your face in it. Adrian ducks to kiss your hip.

“Okay, I promise, I’ll deal with them,” he says. You smile as he drags his face up over your belly. There’s nothing different yet, but he still presses a kiss there, says, “Love you,” and jumps up off the bed.

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Jaskier in this season? Phew. That lake scene when he took his shirt off and was wearing necklaces? PHEW

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Your eyes opened to look up at jaskier, brows furrowed and jaw slack as the immense pleasure engulfed your body. The sound of his gold necklaces hitting his bare chest mingled with the slap his balls against your ass. Jaskier and you were trying to have a night together in front of the fire but, it had been so long since you two were together. And his new look was ravishing. It was eating you alive to not get your hands on him.

His hands moved their way down your skin. Gripping your hips before smoothing their up back up to take your wrists in his palms. He pinned your hands above your head, the feeling of the fur rug joining your heightened senses. “Gods- your cunt” that foul mouth of his. “So tight. Squeezing my cock so tight” he growled and bared his teeth in a pleasureful grin. “Look at me” you look up at him immediately, moaning his name loosely

The light from the fire was bouncing off his gold necklaces, catching your gaze. “You’re distracted. M’ cock is making you so dumb tha’ you can’t even listen to me” he growled with a chuckle. “Stupid slut you are” he snapped. You moaned at the feeling of him suddenly so deep inside you.

Deep and big and full

You could die right here and you wouldn’t complain. Your legs wrapped tighter around his slim hips, wanting to keep him deeper. “Gorgeous” he purred, leaning down to capture your raw lips in a searing kiss.

Frank encouraging Matt to fuck the life out of you like “come on, red, I know you can do better than that. At least make the girl cum.” “Is that all you got? Can’t even fuck a girl right?” Until Matt just loses it and pounds the fuck out of you “there it is! There’s the devil.”

GOD frank taunting matt would be 🤌🏼 and you’re just so overstimulated you’re dizzy and whimpering

join the sleepover!

okay okay but imagine jake’s wife is the one with the breeding kink, and he teases/punishes her by pulling out

oh BRUTAL

jake would love to see you go wide eyed and claw at him to push him back inside as he spreads his cum over your stomach.

“what is it, sweets?”

“b- but i wanted you inside me, jakey, please!”

“awh, no. not for you today, baby. been a bad fucking girl.”

IM FERAL, FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, ABSOLUTELY LOSING IT OVER THIS

𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙮 || orc!bucky x princess!reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || you want to make peace with the orc army threatening to conquer your kingdom, but you only have one thing to offer their leader.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 5.6k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || SMUT (18+ only, just like my entire blog!!), monsterfucking/exophilia, size kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), penetrative sex, painful sex (kinda but not THAT bad), housewife kink, degradation (not super hard, but it's there), the slightest touch of misogyny kink?, cum swallowing/cumplay, facial, creampie, breeding kink, discussions of war and death

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 || you know that song 'the boys are back in town'? yeah that but it's 'the whores are back in town'

"I thought perhaps we could end this war."

Standing alone in the orc chieftain’s hut, wearing a dress that gave away instantly that you were a princess, demanding a treaty. No one ever accused you of being particularly weak of mind or spirit… but even for you, this was a risky move. You just hoped that the hulking orc sitting across the tent from you– with his massive stature, surprisingly-bright blue eyes, and dark brown braids of hair falling around his tusked face– couldn’t see the fear running through your veins.

He didn’t seem to; he only scoffed incredulously. "Of course, I'd like that as well. Slaughtering your people leaves my armies exhausted," he smirked.

You hadn’t been expecting the warmest welcome from the leader of your enemies– Bucky, as they called him, a strange name to a human but pretty standard for an orc– yet even so, that seemed like a pretty low blow. You should’ve felt like you had the upper-hand wearing your finest silks while he only had on a loincloth tied with leather cord and some sparse jewelry, and yet somehow you were the one who felt exposed as his gaze penetrated you.

"Why should I consider diplomacy to end a war that I'm winning?" Bucky pressed.

"Because I have something of great value to offer," you explained. "I believe this war can be ended with a diplomatic marriage."

"Marriage?" he repeated with a raised eyebrow. "Between who?"

"Well, I…" you began nervously, looking at the furs thrown down beneath your feet; your gaze shot up after a moment when you heard him let out a deep laugh, one that made his belly shake and his braids swing as he tossed his head back.

"Oh," he realized aloud, "you don't mean… you and I, do you?"

You swallowed thickly. "I just thought perhaps—"

"You thought I'd be tempted by your weak little body, your royal lineage, your riches?" he spat. "Those things are of no matter to orcs. Our women are strong, brave, and independent. You… you're so… puny. Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, wielding power not because of your intelligence or fortitude or strategy but simply because you happen to be the daughter of the king. It's pathetic."

He kept laughing as you tightened your fists. "You think I'm not brave? I came here, didn't I? I offered myself to save my kingdom," you reminded him. "I moved across enemy lines, without my father's approval—"

"Stop," he demanded, and you choked on your next word as you fell into sudden silence. "The king hasn't sent you?"

"No," you confirmed. "He's… ill. He is too weak to manage the armies alone. His military advisor wants blood, he will not hear a word of peace. So, I ordered the guard to bring me here… I will not watch my people suffer any longer, if I can stop it."

He seemed to take that much more seriously than anything else you said.

"Please," you continued, "do not let the violent nature of my father's royal general poison you to humans. We are not such a brutal people, usually…"

"Do you mean to imply that we orcs are?" Bucky pressed.

"N-no!" you stammered. "I'll admit some humans believe that, but I came here in good faith, believing you wouldn't kill me even if you could."

"You've thrown yourself into the hands of the enemy, on a whim, against your father's wishes and without his knowledge…" Bucky reiterated. "Brave, perhaps. Or just foolish."

You chewed your lip as you stared down at the ground.

"You clearly know so little about our people," he continued. "Because if you knew anything you'd know that a tribal orc war chieftain marrying a human isn't very favorable for us. My children should be fierce and fearsome… being half-human might bring shame on them."

"Well, that's not fair," you frowned. "I didn't know orcs were so prejudiced."

"As if humans aren't?" he scoffed. "A half-orc might be looked down upon in orc society, but they would be killed in human society."

That, sadly, was true, and you couldn't deny it.

“But…” he began, and you let hope fill you again as you wondered if your plan for peace could really work, “you seem to have your head on straight, mostly. I mean, for a human…”

“I try my best,” you offered humbly.

“You don’t really know what you’re asking for, with this marriage you’ve suggested,” he continued. "Orcs mate for life," he reminded you. "You wouldn't be leaving me when the allyship is through, to find another husband from another kingdom next— some puny human boy your mother likes."

You nodded.

"And we don't take commitment lightly. You would be pledged to me for all your life, and me to you— not even death permits an orc to marry again or even lay with another."

"I understand," you nodded again.

He frowned. "You've heard all this and you still think a diplomatic union is reasonable?"

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek for a second. "Well… yes. My offer still stands."

He let out a bemused huff of air from his nose. "You're tenacious, I'll give you that," he smirked. "It's a shame I'm not attracted to humans or I'd be tempted to mate you."

Your heart ached when he began to deny you that way… but you ached somewhere else as well. "You've… never laid with any creature but an orc?" you wondered aloud.

He nodded in agreement, his large tongue darting out to wet his lips. "No— elves are too stuck-up and even if I could get past the looks of a dwarfish woman, with how short she is it would probably kill her to try."

He must've caught the way you bit your lip, your eyes darting to the loincloth over his lap for a moment, because his eyes sparkled as he smirked at you.

"You've only had human partners, I assume?" he pressed. You nodded. "Good… I don't think you could handle anything else."

"N-no," you stammered, "wait…"

"What should I wait for?" he asked with a raised brow.

"For… for me to think of something else to say, to try to convince you," you answered bluntly. He smiled around his long tusks.

"You are determined to end this war," he realized.

You nodded nervously.

"But you haven't even shown me what you're offering," he purred. "Take that silly dress off."

For someone who had been throwing yourself at him a second ago, you suddenly hesitated.

"What, you're not getting shy now, are you?" he snorted. "Undress."

Shivering at the forcefulness of his demand, you reached up and started to unlace your dress, awkwardly shimmying out of it and standing before him in your undergarments.

"Gods, you humans are so conservative," he sneered. "You cover your bodies with so many layers— we orcs really only need the one," he chuckled as he tugged his loincloth for emphasis. “Take off more, show me your body.”

Finally, you untied your chemise, and dropped it to expose your chest to the warm breeze blowing gently through the tent– it must’ve been that that made your nipples peak and harden, not the way his eyes were grazing over your form.

You let it fall the rest of the way, bare before him with the light fabric pooled at your feet. His lip twitched into the subtlest snarl as you stood in front of him. You reached up to begin to take off the golden tiara in a halo around your head, but he interrupted before you could even lift it away. "No, you can leave that on," he smirked.

For a moment you almost smirked to yourself, realizing he might not have been entirely honest before when he said human royal lineage meant nothing to him.

“Turn around,” he ordered, and you slowly turned in a circle, looking back at him as he shamelessly ogled your ass.

When you were facing each other again, he carried a glimmer in his eye that made your knees a little weak.

“I’ll admit, your body is… interesting,” he offered. “Human women have a certain charm to them– some orcs prefer humans as mates, I’ve never really understood why… especially the woman, there’s no way a human man can pleasure them the way we can.”

A shiver dashed up your spine. Your gaze watched his massive hands rub over his legs– you could only imagine how an orc like him would pleasure a partner, human or orc.

“So, this offer of marriage,” he recalled, “doesn’t bring me much strategic benefit.”

“W-we have resources,” you blurted out, “we control the coasts: we have ocean fish, pearls, whale’s oil–”

“Stop,” he frowned, “I already said I have no use for your riches. Pearls? You think that’s what I want, pearls?”

You awkwardly shrunk back into yourself as you realized your folly.

“No, I’m not interested in what your kingdom can offer me as an ally,” he asserted. “I’d rather learn about what you can offer me. As my wife.”

Just the phrase ‘my wife’ from his lips, speaking of you, made your heart stop for a moment. Before you’d hatched this plan you’d never even imagined being an orc’s wife– except maybe when you heard the sort of stories children were told to keep them to behave. Practice your table manners or you’ll have to marry an orc instead of a prince! Now, it sounded like a twisted sort of fairytale… not especially romantic, but so shockingly tempting and shamefully erotic.

"Why don't you come here and show me what a good wife you could be for me?" Bucky purred. "I've heard human women like to do strange things to their men. Pleasure them with their mouths, for example."

"Do orcs not do that?" you mumbled awkwardly.

"No, we like to keep things practical," he smirked. "But I wouldn't mind seeing how a human girl would pleasure her mate…"

You walked forward in just a few steps– he was taller than you even sitting down, and he smirked as he looked down at your doe-eyed expression. After taking a shaky breath you dropped carefully to your knees, reaching to the loincloth hanging at his waist. You tried not to react too strongly when you pulled it aside, but it's hard to hide your shock when you see an orc's cock.

Thick, impossibly thick, with a fat head and veins along the sides— it was laying on his thigh, still soft, yet you couldn't even fit your hand all the way around it when you tried to pick it up.

Gods, it was heavy too… you actually had to put some effort in to lift it. It felt more like a trunk than a cock; Bucky chuckled lowly at your obvious nervousness. "Don't be shy, human, this is what you came here for, isn't it?"

"Not exactly," you mumbled to yourself, leaning down to experimentally lick the very tip of it. It just tasted like skin, maybe a bit saltier than usual, but nothing too worrisome. Going back down again, you began to lick all over the head.

"Mmm," he groaned, deep in his chest. "You won't even be able to fit it in your mouth, will you?" You shook your head. "Try anyway," he encouraged.

You opened your mouth as wide as it could go, and just barely managed to get your lips around it. You let your tongue swirl over the skin inside your mouth, moving to take more… but even with all your might, you couldn't even get your lips past the ridge of his bulbous head— not when he'd become almost completely hard in your hand now.

So, you pulled back to lick a long, thick stripe from the very base up to the slit at the end. "O-oh," he groaned, "that's nice… maybe human women are worth the trouble after all."

You gave him more licks– some long and slow, others fast and short to keep him guessing– focusing on trying to taste every inch of him. He seemed to like it best when you gently pulled his foreskin back and licked the edge of where his head met his shaft.

After a while doing that, you dipped down even lower to lave his massive balls with your tongue, making him groan even louder as his hand reached down to squeeze your shoulder— the whole thing fit in just half of the palm of his massive hand. "Damn, princess, are you really so insatiable? You want to taste an orc's fat balls?" he grunted.

With your mouth wide open there was no way to stop your moan from slipping out when you heard those lewd words.

"I bet you're not used to being talked to that way. Princes and consorts, they probably just go on about how pretty you are, read poetry about how they've longed for you," he mocked. "You like this better, though, don't you? You like being reminded that you're just a dirty whore on your knees in my tent, begging me to marry you… well shit, this is the best proposal I ever saw," he smirked.

You suckled on the tip of his head again, blinking up at him and admiring the dark look in his eyes as he watched you. He seemed pleased by you looking up at him, even groaning through his teeth a bit.

"Mm, you'd make a good little wife, wouldn't you?" he smirked. "You love using your mouth so much, I'd let you lick my cock every day."

Let you, like it was a privilege. Why did that turn you on so much?

“Stroke it, princess– stroke my cock,” he groaned, bucking up his hips just a bit as you had to use both hands to try to jerk him off. It seemed like he had more fun watching you struggle to manage the size of him than he got from whatever sensations your actions gave him– that said, he certainly didn’t mind either. In fact, he started to pant out his breaths as you found a pattern of stroking the thick shaft of his cock while your mouth opened wide to lick over his tip. “Feels different than anything I’ve ever experienced before,” he continued, words thin with his breathing getting quicker. “Your sweet little tongue… your warm, wet mouth…” he enumerated, groaning louder. “Fuck, your lips look real pretty stretched out because of me. I bet your jaw is aching from trying to fit me, but it’s not your fault, your body just wasn’t made to take massive orc cock.”

And yes, your jaw was incredibly sore, but it was irrelevant compared to the ache between your legs. Watching him slowly fall into ecstasy because of your work made the most unique sense of pride warm your skin, and something about using your own small frame (at least, compared to his) to pleasure a body so much larger and stronger than your own was… exhilarating.

"Mm, I'm gonna come," he warned with a low growl. “S’that what you want, slutty princess? To make me come?”

You nodded and hummed as you took his head (or, most of it) into your mouth, slobbering all over it eagerly. His hips started to rock in his chair, not much but plenty to stuff your mouth– so full even your moans were stifled.

“Just don’t stop, little one, f-fuck–” he demanded, and suddenly as he let out a roar of a moan, thick ropes of come sprayed right into your throat; just a few shots filled your mouth so much that it started to pour out of the corners of your mouth, and when you gagged, more ran down your chin. When you leaned back slightly, it began to spurt out onto your face instead, in your hair and over your cheeks, just barely missing your eyes.

The last pump of his come ran in a long drip down his shaft; he sighed and sunk back into his chair, holding your neck with one hand (not too tight, just enough to keep you still) and gripping the base of his cock with the other. Without even being asked you sat up slightly and licked up the last drop of come, after you’d swallowed what was already in your mouth, and he let out an exhausted (yet impressed) laugh.

“Such a naughty little slut of a human I’ve got,” he praised. You whimpered needily when he leaned down and began to lick his own come off your face with his long, yet smooth, tongue– only to hold your mouth open and spit it all in there for you. “So fucking eager,” he grunted as he saw that glassy look in your eyes, realizing how cockdrunk you were and how much you loved having a belly full of orc come. It really was so much that you thought you wouldn’t need another meal today.

“Bucky…” you mumbled weakly reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Do human women like having their pussy licked?" he wondered aloud.

"Uh, generally…" you stammered out your awkward reply. He instantly picked you up to toss you onto his strategy table, brushing maps and compasses out of the way as he spread your legs open. Laying on the table and the look in his eye both made you feel like a feast he was about to devour. Even having already been coated in his spend, you felt sickly aroused by his massive hands holding your legs open, those blue eyes staring right down at your pussy as he licked his lips.

"I don't even know where to start with a delicious little cunt like this," he grinned. "I bet there are so many places that make you squeal and squirm… but the lucky thing is, I can just lick all of them."

And he did: with one flat lap of his tongue he easily coated your entire pussy, making you shake and moan as he slowly pulled his tongue up and did it again.

"Mm," he purred happily, "you taste sweet. Orcish women wouldn't tolerate being so vulnerable like this, or wasting their time doing anything but breeding. But I guess the rumors about human girls are true… you love to do all sorts of strange things– desperate little minxes. And I bet lots of you want big, mean orcs to fuck you even when you know it’s going to wreck your tiny cunts, eh?”

“F-fuck,” you stammered as he gave another long lick to your folds, this time making your body shake when he brushed right over your clit. “I-I don’t know, I just know that it feels so good when you– oh gods– when you taste me like this…”

“Yeah? What about if I fuck you with my tongue?” he smirked, diving back in to suck on your swelling bud while he pushed his tongue right inside your hole.

“Oh!” you yelped, feeling your channel stretch to fit the appendage– it vibrated inside you, just a bit, when he let out a pleased moan, and it made it feel even better.

His tongue was shockingly thick and long, and his tusks brushed against your inner thighs: this was nothing like being pleasured this way by a human man. Even his tongue thrusting into you felt like being really fucked; you whimpered and arched your back, grabbing your hands onto his braids just to have something to hold onto.

"Fuck, you're naughty," he smirked. "An Orcish woman would never grab a man's braids— they're sacred."

"O-oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend—" you began your rushed attempt to apologize.

"No, I like it," he assured. "Reminds me that you're just a dumb little human girl who has no idea what she's getting herself into."

Oh, you really shouldn’t have liked being called dumb. When anyone else questioned your intelligence you were inspired to nearly go to blows over it. But now, it just made your cunt get wet, betraying your real desire.

“I should make you come like this but I’m just too impatient,” he admitted with a grin, sitting back in his chair with legs spread wide in a show of casual confidence. "Come on over here and take my cock inside you," he instructed. "It didn't fit in your mouth but I bet it'll fit in your cunt."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'll make it fit."

Oh.

You got up on weak legs from his table; you approached him and delicately placed yourself on his lap, straddling his legs. You watched your hands reach up to his shoulders, then run down over his chest which rose and fell with slow breaths, then over his round belly– and the muscles you felt beneath his thick shape. He chuckled when you bit your lip.

“Takes a truly wanton little human woman like you to appreciate a body like mine,” he announced proudly. “I’m not skinny and lean like those little boys you play with in the castle. This is a man’s body.”

“I know,” you whispered.

“You like my belly, princess?” he prompted with a tilted smirk.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed.

“You wanna ride my cock? I’m still hard as fucking steel for you, little one.”

“Please, Bucky,” you whined, and his massive hands grabbed your hips to guide your entrance right over the head of his cock. You swallowed thickly when you felt for yourself how massive he was compared to your little hole.

“You’re so tiny, I might rip you in half,” he warned with a smile.

“I don’t care, just– just take me,” you whispered, mouth falling into a gasp as he pulled you down and shoved his head inside. “Oh,” you choked, neck going limp and head going back, “f-fuck, Bucky…”

“My little princess,” he chuckled deeply. “My sweet, tight little princess…”

As he pulled you down to take more, your hands clutched at his thick biceps, just beneath the golden arm band he wore there. You winced and whined through your teeth, trying to focus on anything but the pain.

“C’mon,” he grunted sharply, “just a little bit– more–!”

He yanked you down again and you cried out. "Ohhh— I can't, I can't!" you shrieked. "You're too big!"

"No, princess, you can take it," he promised with a tense moan through his teeth, pulling you down further as you struggled uselessly against his grip. "You're gonna take my whole dick, no running away now— not when you came here shamelessly begging me to mate you. You're gonna take all this fuckin' dick and you're gonna scream so loud that the whole camp knows you're nothing but an orc's whore."

With one more ruthless thrust he filled you, and you let out a sound you could hardly believe was your own: a broken, pathetic cry of agony. Your whole body quivered, soothed slightly by his fingers tracing down your back.

After a moment, the pain began to fade and the fullness started to comfort you; you sighed slowly and he smiled at you. “See? Knew you could take it. You’ve got all of me inside you now.”

He leaned back in the chair and let go of your hips.

"Go on, lift that ass up," he instructed with a smack to your cheek for emphasis. You found just enough strength on your shaking legs to begin to ride him, still struggling to work through the pain, and making him let out a long, low chuff of a growl. "That's it," he smiled. "That's my little human whore."

You started to pick up the pace a bit when he said that, whimpering more as the sting of the stretch mixed perfectly with the building pleasure of being filled to the brim (and then some).

"Damn, you're too desperate," he groaned. "Look at you bouncing on my lap— what a pretty thing you are…"

His thick fingers trailed over your cheek, down to your chest where he pinched your nipples until you whined loudly. He smirked and grabbed your waist next, dipping his fingers into the curves of your body.

"Such a tiny, delicate little thing. But you're tougher than you look— here you are taking an orc cock like a champ. You're sure you haven't done this before?"

"Not with someone so… big," you moaned.

"Gods, who knew the innocent princess was really such a dirty bitch," he purred, making you whine again just from the degradingly wonderful effect his words had on you.

The thick, spongy head of his cock speared right into your spot– something about being opened up so wide seemed to make everything more sensitive, that must’ve been why your thighs were already shaking from more than just the effort it took to lift yourself on top of him.

“I love when you bite your lip like that,” he admitted; you hadn’t even realized you were doing it, and your hands weakly clutched tighter at his muscular chest. “That pretty little head of yours is empty, isn’t it? And all you can think about is how good I’m fucking you right now. All you can do is wonder why you didn’t start letting orcs fuck your tight body sooner.”

The constant assault of his words in combination with the unignorable feeling inside you made it all so perfectly overwhelming, and you moaned shakily as you started to bounce faster.

“Shit, you’re having way too much fun riding my cock, princess,” he chuckled with another hard spank to your ass that made you whimper pitifully. “You’re supposed to act all innocent and hesitant, like you can’t imagine being claimed so intimately by a filthy, savage beast.”

“Y-you’re not a beast,” you managed to stammer out.

“Yeah? What am I?” he smirked.

“You’re my… my enemy,” you replied, “in war.”

“And I bet that turns you on even more than the fact that I’m not human,” he wagered.

You didn’t really need to tell him he was right, because the fact that you were obviously close to coming was answer enough. “Oh, Bucky, I–”

“I know, little one,” he cooed, “I know, I can feel you about to come– I can feel it in this tiny little cunt. You’re about to come all over my dick.”

“Yes!” you agreed with a deep moan.

He grabbed your hips tightly, to help you ride and to just stabilize himself. “Come for me, human whore,” he demanded in a grunt. “Show me how much you love my cock. Say it.”

“I love your cock,” you panted, “I love your huge orc cock, I– oh gods–”

It was so strong, so sudden, you were afraid to let it take you. “Just let go,” he groaned under his breath, “I’ve got you.”

And that was it. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you screamed, shaking as a powerful orgasm ripped through your body.

"Gods, that's good," he grunted, fucking up into your body as it went limp on top of him. "I can feel your tiny little pussy coming around me. Oh, princess, are you crying?"

In fact, you were; tears were streaming down your cheeks involuntarily, pleasure so powerful that you just couldn't fight it back.

He grabbed you and began to lift you up and down, bouncing you in his lap, using your body like a toy. "Shit, you ever come that hard before, baby?" he smirked. "Oh, you haven't… you've never felt anything like this before, huh? Never had a strong lover to really take care of you? And you're never gonna want pathetic human cocks again… now you need to be an orc's mate to be satisfied."

He lifted your legs up and nearly bent you in half, forcing you to ride him in this new position that gave him a full view of your pussy being stretched impossibly wide by him. The way he manhandled and manipulated your body however he wanted made your eyes roll back in your head— that, and the way his thick cock stroked your overly-sensitive walls.

“I’m gonna marry you, little princess,” he moaned. “I’m gonna make you my mate, and I’m gonna keep this tiny human cunt of yours stretched out– I’m gonna make it mine so I can use it whenever I want.”

“Oh, gods,” you choked.

“You’re not gonna have time to get tight again, ‘cause I’m gonna fill you with my come every fuckin’ day– hear that, baby? I’m gonna ruin this weak, pathetic body. ‘Cause it’s mine now.”

“Y-yes, yours,” you repeated.

"If you're gonna be my wife then I might as well knock you up now, right?" he grunted. "What's stopping me? I know you won't stop me, you're drooling at the chance to be filled with orc come."

"Come in me, Bucky," you pleaded, proving his point, "f-fuck I wanna be… pregnant…"

"Oh, you want little half-orcs in your tummy?" he laughed. "It might break your tiny body to carry my seed. A fragile human womb is no match for an orcling, especially mine… my whole family is big like me."

"I can take it, I can have your babies, p-please just come inside me," you whined.

"Don't worry, little one, it wouldn't be a proper engagement if I didn't," he grinned, moving your hips faster on top of his lap. "Gods, I don't care if anyone thinks I shouldn't breed a human— I'm the chieftain, after all, I can fuck whoever I want." He started to fuck you faster, rougher, as he continued: "I can marry whoever I want. I can have half-orc babies with whoever I fucking want."

"Hhnng," you choked helplessly, "B-Bucky…"

"Our children might be a little smaller or weaker than if they were full-blooded orcs, but they're gonna be the prettiest creatures anyone ever saw— your cute little human face, your delicate features making them look so soft and sweet… whole tribe's gonna wanna marry our babies, princess," he smiled proudly. "Not just the tribe," he corrected himself, "every orc that ever sees them will be begging us to put bridal braids in their hair."

"Oh, fuck," you groaned as you tossed your head back, overwhelmed by his words. You'd never craved something in such a primal way before, and now you couldn't remember any desire but to be pregnant with Bucky's precious half-orcs.

"Do you feel dirty, princess, being bred by an orc?" he asked roughly, thrusts into you becoming even more erratic. You hoped that meant he was close because your body couldn't take much more.

"No," you shook your head, "no, Bucky, it feels s-so good… breed me, Bucky, Chieftain, wanna be full of your come—"

"Fuck," he hissed through his teeth, "it's coming, girl, I hope you're ready."

"Yes, yes, fuck yes—!" you slurred, eyes shooting wide open when he gave you one massively deep thrust— right into something so deep in you it made your whole body convulse.

Warm, sticky come flooded into your channel… it would've been enough to overflow out of you right away, except that his thick cock kept you plugged up so tight that there was nothing for it to do but make your belly swell.

"Mm, fuck, my little princess," he groaned proudly, voice deeper than ever. "So full of her chieftain's seed she can't even fit it all…"

You thought it might never end— the pulsing of his cock, the swelling of your tummy, the filling of your womb…

You collapsed forward onto his body, eyes fluttering shut as you panted with your cheek pressed against his skin and the sheen of sweat that covered it.

He wrapped his arms around you and in one embrace had enveloped your entire body with his. Eventually his cock began to soften and he carefully lifted you off of it, shushing your whimpers from how it made your cunt sting with soreness. When he finally pulled out all the way you felt an empty numbness, yet soothing relief, and relaxed further into his all-encompassing grip.

"You wanna be my little human wife, princess?" he asked gently. You nodded against his chest, hearing his satisfied hum echo inside it as his thick fingers brushed over your hair so gently. "Mm, you're gonna look pretty with my tribe's braids in your hair, and wearing the beads and robes of the chieftain's wife," he sighed, "not that you're gonna be wearing much of anything for the first few weeks. If an orc can't have his mate bearing children in the first year of marriage, his masculinity might be called into question."

But you couldn't imagine anyone questioning Bucky, with his huge muscles and overbearing frame.

"Of course, it could've already happened now," he remembered with a grin, lifting one of your legs to watch your gaping hole leak out his thick come. "Hmm, you look real pretty with that cunt beat up just right."

"Bucky…" you whimpered pitifully.

"Yeah, princess?"

"M'tired…"

"Oh, I'm sure, being an orc's human whore must take a lot out of you," he winked. He picked you up with ease, standing up and carrying you draped in his arms. "I'll take you to my bed, hm? Would you like that?"

You nodded weakly and he continued. What you hadn't realized, though, was that his bed wasn't in this tent, and he was carrying your limp, naked, come-coated form through the camp for the entire war party to see.

At this point, you were too exhausted to protest or even to care. They probably all heard you screaming his name anyways.

Some of them clapped and cheered as they saw Bucky carrying his quarry through the camp; some of them murmured their disappointments that the chieftain would dirty himself with a human plaything.

Finally he brought you through another tent's opening, this one lit dimly inside by only a few candles and adorned with finer rugs than you'd seen since you left the palace, and laid you down in a soft, massive bed of furs.

"Get some rest, little one," he instructed. "You will need to recover as much as you can before the wedding tomorrow."

Te Lo Ruego

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

nsfw masterlist | main masterlist

word count: 0.8k

summary: miguel is desperate for just a taste

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, miguel being a munch and pussy drunk, that’s it, it’s just him being desperate to eat you out <3 also, spanish (translation at the end)

A/N: I read two words and was inspired to write this...took me about an hour and now this is all i’m thinking about, please enjoy // as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, reblog and lmk what you think! <333

Thinking about needy!miguel tonight

I’ve said it once before, and I’ll say it again: miguel is a munch!

This man has hypersensitive senses, and whenever you two are together and about to get intimate, he can smell you so strongly, and it drives him absolutely insane (esp if you’re ovulating)!

He just needs to taste you, needs to have his mouth on you, needs you to come undone on his tongue. 

He gets so desperate. Kissing you under him, leaving bite marks on his way down your abdomen to your soaking heat. He’ll groan against your skin, your scent hitting him harder the closer he gets.

“Me estás volviendo loco” - And you can see it. The way his eyes glaze over, full of hunger and desire. The way his fangs and claws come out, unable to control himself. It makes him go primal, and he just needs a taste…

He’ll spread your legs in front of him, leaving bites and kisses along the inside of your thighs. His finger will trace the hem of your underwear, dipping down to rub the wet patch that’s already developed on the thin fabric. He’ll wait (not so patiently) for your permission to take them off.

Sometimes you’ll tease him, not letting him get what he wants just yet (even though you want it just as badly)

That’s where the begging comes in.

“Te lo ruego querida,” He’s trying so hard to keep his calm, panting against your skin, the scent of you making him dizzy with desire. He’ll lick his lips in anticipation, meeting your gaze. You gasp, the red of his eyes barely visible anymore because of how blown his pupils are.

“Por favor~” He whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. “Déjame probarte.” You actually whimper at his words. The way he begs you, the way he looks at you. Like you’re the only woman in the world, the only one that can have him aching for just a taste.

You can never hold out for that long, not when he’s practically whining, pleas leaving his mouth like a waterfall as he nuzzles your clothed cunt. Now it’s your turn to beg, asking him to please, just take them off already.

You don’t have to tell him twice.

A stream of ‘thank you’ being repeated over and over as he finally removes your panties, tossing them aside.

His gaze drops down to your bare pussy, and he can’t help the moan that escapes his lips. You look just as good as you smell, and he’s in a daze for a second before he finally places his sinful mouth on your heat.

And the moan of satisfaction he makes when he finally gets to taste you? You swear you could come right then and there.

Oh, he’s obscene.

His mouth is diligent, taking turns between suckling on your clit and dipping his tongue into your hole. Whatever his mouth isn’t paying attention to, his fingers handle.

Occasionally he’ll take his mouth off you just to shower you with praise.

“Always taste so good.” He’ll moan against you, the vibrations of his timbre adding more to your pleasure.

“Necesito-” He whines, eyes glossy as he meets your gaze. “Siempre necesito probarte.”

“C’mon baby, please… please, need you to cum for me.” He begs as he grinds against the bed. Needing you to come before he does in his boxers.

And, fuck, he just keeps going. Never letting up, never giving you a break because he just needs to keep his mouth on you. Needs to keep you coming more and more.

“Solo uno más, yo sé que puede darme uno más.” He always says that. Always says just one more, and he’ll stop. But he just keeps begging you for more. Saying you have one more in you. That you can come again. That he just needs to taste you one more time.

Eventually, he lets up. But only after he’s thoroughly wrecked you.

“That’s it,” He shushes you gently as you come down from your…shit, you don’t even know how many times he’s made you come. But you just focus on his sweet words. “You did so good for me; so proud of you.”

Some nights, that’s where he stops. Because that’s all he wanted. And he’ll take care of you, cleaning you up with a washcloth, bringing you some water and your favorite snack, getting you some comfy clothes, and holding you close as he tells you what a good girl you were for him.

Other nights though, he’s insatiable. You coming on his mouth is only the start because now? Now, he needs to be inside you. And stay inside you until he’s pumped you full of his cum at least twice.

I guess that’s what you get for being with spiderman; he has the stamina to go all night long.

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Translation:

Me estás volviendo loco - You’re driving me crazy

Te lo ruego querida - I beg you, darling

Por favor - Please

Déjame probarte - Let me taste you

Necesito - I need

Siempre necesito probarte - I always need to taste you

Solo uno más, yo sé que puede darme uno más - Just one more, I know you can give me one more

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