Crying, Somehow

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.

I NEED HIMMM

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WHERE IS SHE?

WHERE DID THEY TOOK HER?

Would cream my pants tbh😋

Looking in her eyes and saying, “Make it hurt please.”

SUB JAYCE‼️‼️

Thinking About You... A Lot

Notes: about time we get jayce solo session 😍😍

Pairing: Jayce x implied f!reader

Summary: Jayce needs you. Badly. So, during his own time, he'd do unimaginable things behind closed doors.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - drabble, submissive jayce, attempted dirty talk, cussing, sub fantasies, puupy dog jayce, slave jayce?, m!masturbation, brief nipple play overstim, assistant!reader, use of 'master', f!reader implied but no use of feminie pronouns — tell me if I've missed anything!

The flickering lamplight cast long, dancing shadows across Jayce's workshop, illuminating the intricate gears and gleaming metals of his latest invention. But his mind wasn't on the intricate workings of his hammer. 

It was consumed by the images you.

He imagined your hands, tracing the contours of his chest, your fingers lingering on the rise and fall of his muscles. A low moan escaped his lips as he brought his own hand to his arousal, the rough fabric of his gloves a poor substitute for your touch.

But nevermind that, he was quick to tear it off his hands.

Tonight, his hand was wrapped around his lengthy, fat cock, stroking to his terrible sketches of you in his personal notebook. His fingers slid over his slick tip, covered in pre-cum. Jayce couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust his hand into his fist, his eyes rolling back as he cried out.

"Need you..." he managed to mutter out his wet, drooling lips from his weak attempts on spitting on his cock to lubricate it. Leaning forward, he fisted his rock-hard erection. Waves of longing crashed over him as he imagined running his hands over your skin or trailing kisses down your neck. Jayce pumped his dick furiously, his breathing ragged.

“I’m fucking myself just for you.” The wet sounds grew lewder every stroke.

Beads of sweat trickled down Jayce's forehead. He quickened his pace as his desire reached a feverish peak. He was already incredibly close to cumming and was about to cover a sketched picture of you with his load.

Closer and closer he brought himself. He was palming his thighs with his free hand like he was pawing at your tits. He needed to worship you, slap, suck, praise your breasts. Dammit, he needed to draw you nude one day.

Visions of you playing coy, batting your eyes, teasing him with every little glance, "Won't you leash me one day? Woof..." It was a disgustingly pathetic noise that escaped his throat. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it like crazy. 

He could still hear your laughter from the lab, feel the warmth emanating from your body when you stood too close as you showed him your experimental results. Jayce was quick to abandon pawing idly at his thighs and wrapped his hand around his swollen cock.

With both of his hands fisting his slick erection, he pumped faster. He leaned against his desk, furiously and desperately thrusting into his hand as if he was thrusting into your warm cunt. Subconsciously, he rose from his seat, putting most of his weight now against his desk.

"Fuck me, please..." he whined out like a kicked puppy. 

Jayce let his hands fall away, clutching the edge of the table while staring at your portraits. Instead, ground his hips against the metal of his workbench, the sensation agonisingly not enough. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He was close, so close, his body trembling and shuddering with every thrust.

He fisted his cock once more, desperately pounding into the table as if he would be pounding you against it. His broad hips would bang against the table, shaking whatever items were listed on top along with wet plaps of his throbbing cock into his hand.

"...Cumming!" With a strained whimper, he blew his load all over his sketches of you, streaks of thick cum covering the brown paper and his workbench. He quivered, his hips stuttering as he slowly but harshly thrusted against the table to draw out his orgasm.

His hazy, glossy eyes ran over his current situation. He looked over the spurts of cum all over the table. He wished this cum ended up inside you instead of wasting it all over his work space.

Jayce glanced down at his aching cock, feeling it soften only a bit but maintaining its erection. He bit his lip like a happy dog. His motions slowed as the first aftershocks subsided, but his excitement remained charged. 

"Please keep fucking me, master..." he winced out with all the breath he could muster from his lungs. Reaching down, Jayce began to gently stroke his overly sensitive cock, eliciting small moans from the back of his throat as fresh arousal built. With every stroke, his hips jolted. 

He imagined your face, your eyes wide with pleasure as he brought you to orgasm. He could almost taste you, smell you, feel your body beneath his. He thrust his into hand experimentally, plunging his overstimulated cock back into his warm, cum-covered fist. He cried out, his body convulsing with pleasure.

"Master! Woof... master." He barked out. Jayce brought his free hand up below his uniform and towards his pecs, searching for his sensitive nipples. With a pathetic cry, he pinched and flicked his nipples in time with his sloppy thrusts. He moaned, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut.

He came quickly again with a shudder, his body trembling with the force of his release. He slumped back against his workbench, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked down at his hand, still stained with his own cum. His cock was yet to soften completely, a stubborn knot of horniness refusing to subside. He thrust into his hand again, the motion a desperate attempt to recapture the intensity of his release.

The sticky residue mirrored the mess he felt inside, a raw, chaotic cloud of lust. He moaned, his voice hoarse, a low, guttural sound that was swallowed by the silence of the workshop. Jayce tiredly slumped back into his chair, desperately stroking himself, giving up using his tired hips. 

He pumped his cock harder, faster, driven by a need that bordered on pure greed. The image of you, your face, your body, your pleasure, fueled him. He was a furnace, burning with a white-hot intensity, consumed by the need to worship you.

He imagined your eyes shut with pleasure as he obeyed your commands. He imagined your body arching beneath him, your breath catching in sharp gasps as he pushed deeper and deeper. He imagined your name, a sweet melody on his lips, a word of power as you pulled on a leash that surrounded his neck.

The fantasy shifted, taking on a darker, more sinister tone. You were no longer the object of his desire, but his master. He was your plaything, a toy existing solely to fulfill your every whim.

"Can I go deeper, master?" He panted. Jayce imagined the leather biting into his skin, the rough texture against his sensitive flesh. He imagined your hand, gripping the leash, pulling him closer, deeper into your cunt. He imagined your voice, issuing commands, pushing him to his limits. The limits he so craved.

He stroked continued to pump his overstimulated cock, crying out and twitching but not tapping out. His body a marionette, dancing to your invisible strings when you weren't really there. He was simply feeding off of his imagination. Trapped in his own desires, cumming and cumming over and over.

Each orgasm a drug he consumed, followed by a crushing wave of emptiness. He was addicted, a slave to his own twisted fantasies. By the time he was 'done', he was out cold, drooling, covered in cum, and mumbling your name.

"You fucked me so good, master." He lolled out once more.

Post Notes: now that i think about it, i shouldve made jayce SQUIRT 🥲

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Hiiii Olivia, I absolutely adore everything you write I'm literally obsessed.

Can I request no.5 from the prompt list pretty please, but I was thinking that maybe the reader worships franks body ya know, I little twist, only if you want don't feel pressured.

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5.) body worship

hii coco my love, thank you so much :')) i adore YOU and im literally obsessed with YOU. i had so much fun writing this one so i hope you enjoy :3

18+ MDNI !!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: filth, pure filth, SMUT OBVIOUSLYYY, oral (m!receiving), masturbation, praise, dirty talk, face fucking, mentions of pillow humping, submissive frankie if you squint

Wordcount: 1.3k

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✦ heart eyes

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful doll.” Frank moans into your mouth, exploring your body with his hands, tracing every curve with his fingers.

“All you Frankie, that’s all you.” you whisper, pulling away from his lips and attaching yours to his neck, tasting his soft skin and nibbling on it.

“Think ya fuckin’ blind baby, I’m nothin’ compared to ya.” he chuckles, squeezing your waist and pulling you closer to his crotch, both stood at the edge of your bed.

“That’s where you’re wrong Frank.” you say, pulling yourself away from his neck, pushing him down to sit on the bed, leaving you standing, towering over him. He shoots you a shocked look with a raised eyebrow, unsure of where you were going with this. You fall to your knees, grabbing the hem of his shirt, pulling it up as he helps you remove the garment. Running your hands down his chiseled torso, you hum appreciatively. 

“Fuck, you can’t sit there and call me blind when you look like this baby.” your hands wrap around his waist, gripping him harshly. You don’t peel your eyes away from his body for a second, wanting to take in every crevice of his muscles, all the scars, memorizing them forever. “It’s like you’ve been fucking hand-carved by the Gods themselves.”

He chuckles at the comparison, Frank can’t help but look away as the blush creeps up from his neck, painting his face beet red. He isn’t used to this love, these compliments. He believes with every ounce of himself he doesn’t deserve any of this, but despite all these thoughts of self-hatred, you shine through. 

“Shh sweetheart, y’dunno what ya sayin’, promise ya you’ve got the wrong guy.” he mumbles, reaching down to pull you back up to him to straddle him, but you stay firmly planted on the ground, shooting him a daring look as if to say “I’m not fucking done yet.”

He raises his hands in defeat, allowing you to unbuckle his belt and pull the dark blue jeans off of his legs. The moan you make just at the sight of his aching cock straining in his boxers makes his member twitch. 

“Don’t get me fucking started on these legs, these thighs Frankie. How on earth did I get so lucky?” your heart eyes are practically bulging from your head as you go to palm his bulge through his underwear, smearing his already leaking precum around the fabric.

“I ask m’self the same question every damn day, pretty girl.” he groans, running his hands through your hair, allowing you to make him feel good for you. His head throws back into the plush of your comforter as you run your fingers up his thick thighs, playing with the prominent vein on his cock through the fabric.

“You dunno what you do to me Frank, I get so turned on just thinking about you.” you whimper, pumping his length through his boxers. “I hump my pillow every night you’re out.. fuck picturing it’s your thigh.” you place your mouth over his underwear, tentatively licking stripes up his clothed bulge. Frank starts bucking his hips into your touch, dying to feel more of you. “Just being in your presence makes me so wet I can’t think straight, I have to stop myself from just taking you right there and then..”

At this point you can’t help trailing your hand down your stomach to your soaked panties, pushing them to the side as you delve your fingers inside your drenched hole, the view of your perfect boyfriend turning you to desperation. Taking your mouth off of his cock, you pull his boxers down to expose his length. It instantly slaps against his stomach, the erection he has is so hard it almost looks painful. You purr and drool at the sight, Frank so bare in front of you, so exposed just for you.

“All mine Frankie, all fucking mine.”

“Only yours doll, fuck I’m all yours.” he whimpers, the sound like music to your ears. “Please baby, I need ya so fuckin’ bad, need your mouth..”

You can’t wait another second without tasting him, so that’s what you do, accepting his begs for you. The power you have over him is enthralling, something you’re gonna want to explore later on with him. Placing your lips around his dark red tip, swirling the sensitive head around your mouth with your tongue, you begin bobbing your head up and down his cock, taking as much of him in as possible while fondling his heavy balls. 

Frank knows he won’t be able to last much longer like this, but he uses every ounce of self control to withhold himself from letting go, needing you like this for as long as humanly possible. Your eyes don’t leave his while you pleasure him and yourself, he smirks at your gaze.

“Enjoyin’ yourself down there sweet girl?” he coos mischievously between moans.

“You know damn well I am Frank, any excuse to be in between your legs.” you wink, smiling at him matching his energy as you resume the task at hand.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl.. fuck just like that don’t you fucking stop… shit” he growls, taking both of his hands and grabbing your head as he starts fucking himself into your mouth, his desire fully consuming him like a man possessed. The feeling of him taking the control back, using your mouth to get off, sends a fresh wave of arousal to your already longing core. His tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly, taunting your gag reflex but you take it on the chin, eyes welling with tears and his cock flooding with your saliva. 

The sounds erupting from the action are pure sin, the squelch from each thrust, the wet noises from your pussy as you play with yourself. You whine around his cock as he spills his sticky, hot seed directly down your esophagus, a primal groan erupting from his throat as he emptied himself inside of you makes your clit throb. 

You finally take your mouth off of his spent member, the overstimulation as you lift yourself makes his whole body flinch. You can’t help but smirk, Frank sprawled out beneath you heavily breathing, balls and cock twitching as his member softens before your eyes. 

“I meant everything, y'know Frankie? I truly do think you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever had the privilege to call mine.” you pant, lips puffy and red as you smile up at him.

“I know ya did doll, meant it when I said I dunno what I did to deserve ya too,” he offers you the same smile back, eyes staring through you with lust blown pupils. “So, ya hump ya pillow thinkin’ of me, huh?”

You roll your eyes, giggling at the realisation you admitted to him your dirty little secret while you were so cockdrunk. 

“I do baby, while wearing nothing but your shirt too.” you taunt, climbing up to your feet. He groans at your confession, eyes rolling to the back of his head imagining you do this. You go to walk to the bathroom to clean yourself off, but he halts your attempts by grabbing your wrist and pulling you down to his eye level. He places his hand to your face, angling you to meet his gaze.

“Show me.”

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a/n: this.. ngh.. need this. need him. i have no other words.

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