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𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 : 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 : All Mine ─ Havik

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𝚒'𝚖 𝚍𝚢𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚕 Master list soon, i swear

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preferably bottom reader // him being possessive would be kewl THANK YOUU

All Mine ── Dairou "Havik"

➭ Havik × ftm reader

CW: cunt and pussy used, some bleeding, possessiveness

A/N: I'm doing post melted face Havik lol. Idk, I just think it's kinds hot... 🙈. Tried to fill in the backstory as to why he was being so possessive and might not be exactly lore accurate but I tried my best lol. Technically an AU???? Idk really (havik trying to turn Orderrealm into chaosrealm ig). Hope you like ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

Havik has tooken you back to his home in Seido, where he leads a rebellion against the overbearing government of Orderrealm. His regime has taken over a township of Seido where they plan their crusade. The town has no rules, no laws, just totally freedom which they don't get from their home originally. Havik, although an anarchist leads them (until a revolution), so he doesn't suspect their behavior when he brings you around.

It's your first time being showed around the place, Dairou allows you to explore freely, following close behind you. You're surprised to see the condition most of the townsfolk are in. Beaten up and scarred, bloodied and bruised. Your lover had already explained to you how there is really no law here, he just leads them to eventually overtake Seido. So everyone is pretty battered from fights and other things, sorta like a way to relieve stress after being under such strict rule.

But just as you gawk at them they gawk at you. You're pristine, not one bruise on you. Well.. Maybe a couple from Dairou but nothing too serious. You look different too, I mean you're still human clearly, but it doesn't take them long to figure out you're from earthrealm. The way you dress and talk really says it all.

Havik watches angry as his followers flawk around you curiously, checking out the shiny new toy from earth, and you are painfully unaware. He fights the urge to kill the man that gently places his hand on your lower back. "What's someone like you doing here," The man asking, flashing a grin that's missing a few teeth. "Looks like you need to be roughed up." He's teasing you, Dairou almost steps in but doesn't when you politely refuse, telling him you're actually here with your lover. The man turns to see Havik following close behind, glaring angrily at the man.

The whole day goes like this, people coming up to greet you, for good and bad. Some genuinely curious and other with darker thoughts in mind, thinking how fun it might be to corrupt a mere earthrealmer. So by the time the two of you get home Havik is seething. You barley make it through the huts opening before he's pulling you twords his bed. You laugh playfully, asking why he was so eager. Dairou doesn't answer, sliding his hands under your shirt, rubbing your sides with his calloused hands.

You try to ask him what's wrong but he's already pushed you onto his bed, his hands continue to roam underneath your top. He licks the side of your neck, relishing in he way you moan when he rubs you hardened nipples. He's frustrated with his lack of lips, wishing he could litter you with hickeys all over where people can see, maybe that way they'd know who you belong too. He chuckles lowly, knowing exactly what to do now.

"Forgive me, my love." Dairou purrs, and just as you're about to ask what for he bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder. It's enough to make you bleed and he laps it all up, moaning at the taste. You whimper slightly, the pressure of his tongue on your freshly injured skin makes you hiss. "Maybe now people won't want to play with what's mine." He mumbles, pushing his teeth against your neck to imitate a kiss.

Dairou pulls your shirt off of you, his thumbs brush at the scars just below your nipples, admiring them like always. He happy to know he's not the only one with scars. Havik licks them passionately, making you moan as his tongue teasingly flick over your nipple. His fingers hook around your waistband, pulling down both your pants and underwear slowly, causing you to shiver as the cold air makes contact with your needy t-dick. "I was bothered all day, they all couldn't keep their hands off of you." You lover rants, licking a long strip from your bellybutton down to you needy hole. You try to tell him that it was nothing and that you're sure they were just being nice but he cuts you off when he pushes his face into your dripping cunt.

A moan it ripped from you as his proceeds to fuck you on his tongue. Your hands tangle through his hair, pulling him impossible closer. Havik groans lowly, the vibration of it makes your eyes roll back. He's especially good with his tongue, he's learned to please you without his lips, and god did he learn well. Just as your hips begin to rock against his face he pulls away, laughing softly as you pathetically whine for more. "Don't worry, I'll have you screaming just from my cock in a second," he teases, standing to pull down his pants, your watch as his hard cock springs up, the tip beaded with precum. "That way everyone can hear how good I make you feel." You scoff, watching as Dairou positions himself between your legs. He'll make sure you'll regret that.

Havik bottoms out instantly, sighing at the feeling of you velvet walls, smirking as you groan and grip the sheets. His pace is awfully slow, but each thrust it hard and knocks the air out of your lungs. He lifts your legs over his shoulders before leaning down into you, your legs pressed against your chest as he pounds into your wetness. Your greedy cunt squeezes around his dick, covering it with your arousal. You beg him to go faster and of course he obliges, speeding up at you request. He watches your every expression, proud of himself when he hears you moan. You try to express your need to keep it down, seeing as it's not like a house on earthrealm with walls no one would really hear you through, instead in a large hut stationed in the epicenter of the town. Dairou can care less, and if anyone had something to say about it he'd kill them himself.

He presses his teeth against your sweating forehead, humming softly as you beg for release, and he let's you, your legs shaking as you moan. "Mm, you feel so good. Look at how you suck me in even after all that," He pulls away, letting your legs fall to rest around his waist. Havik still fucks you, ignoring you overstimulated whining. "You keep whining but look, your body yearns for me. It's ok, I'll help you feel better." You face burns hot at his words, watching him lick his teeth, like he's about to devour you. You've failed horribly at trying to keep quiet and that only encourages your lover to keep going.

Dairou's hands never leave you body, squeezing your thighs between his large hand, resting the other on your stomach where he can feel himself inside of you. He wishes you could see yourself through his eyes, your a complete mess underneath him. The sight of you wrapped snuggly around his cock brings him to his end. He cums inside of you, pulling out to pump the rest out onto your stomach. His eyes are shut, jaw clenching as he moans for you. Just as you're about to doze off he pushed his length into you again, fucking his seed deep inside of you.

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You swear it's been hours at this point, and Dairou is relentless. He's made you cum at least 5 times and he's only on his second. With each orgasm the more loud you become, the more sensitive you feel under his muscular body. "Just one more, can't you do that for me?" He asks sweetly, as if he's not gonna make it happen anyway. You nod you head, not even sure if you fully comprehend what he said, your brain effectively turned to mush.

Your boyfriends thumb rubs at you throbbing cock, your back arching off of the mattress. You cry desperately as he fucks you, screaming his name as it all becomes just to much. His breathing is heavy, jaw hung open as he takes in as much air as he can. Havik moans as he feels your abused pussy spasm around his cock, a mix of his and your own cum make a mess of your thighs and his lower abdomen. "Yeah, good boy, just like that, cum on my cock. Your perfect, perfect for me. " His head falls back, large hands gripping the fat of your hips as he finishes for a third time, praise pouring out of his mouth.

You whine softly, watching as he pulls himself away from you. Your cunt clenches around nothing, dripping with his hot cum. Dairou rolls over onto his side, pulling you into his chest with big arms. You can feel the bite marks of your neck beginning to bruise over, hissing when he pseudo-kisses it. After a little while, once you've come too, you tease him about it. He scoffs, "There's nothing wrong with making sure people know what's mine." but you're positive all of Seido knows now.

He urges you to sleep, promising to carry you around all of tomorrow because he knows you won't be able to walk, at least not well. You fall asleep happily to the thought of your anarchists, anti-government, big and scary boyfriend at your aid for a whole day.

a/n: I am so sorry I am just now getting to this, I'm also sorry if this is not exactly what you imagined for a fic, I was just thinking off the top of my head lol

Tw: blood and cannibalism

Bath time - Johnny Sawyer

You're covered in deep crimson blood. It drips off of you, seeping into you clothes. It's smeared all over your skin, you face and arms getting the worst of it. You had helped with the weekly dismembering, chopping up bodies the family would eat for dinner. You still refused to eat the flesh of strangers, opting for eggs you'd get from the chickens around the farm.

Johnny comes up from behind you, wrapping his muscular arms around you. "Nice job baby," The taller male whispers into your ear, kissing along the crook of your neck. "Your so hot when you're dripping in blood, you look so badass." Your boyfriend teases, turning you around in his arms so he can meet your eyes. You complain about the mess, annoyed from the strong metallic smell that was starting to give you a headache.

Although Johnny didn't really mind the mess, he didn't know if he wanted to deal with you begin irritated for the rest of the day so he drags you into the house. You're careful to not touch anything once inside, not wanting to dirty anything as you walk up the stairs and to the bathroom.

The bathroom is poorly lit, not extremely clean but it's not to terrible. It's small, Johnny takes up a lot of the space as he undresses, throwing his bloodied clothes all over the floor. You think to scold him, the clothes would surely mess up the floor but you don't say anything, turning your back to the large male as you strip. You hear John shuffle behind you, placing his large hands on the waistband of you jeans, jeans that were actually his. He slides them over you hips, letting them drop the the floor with a soft thud.

His hands roam along you sides and abdomen, fingers further smearing the blood on your soft skin. You want to enjoy his touch but when his bare chest meats you back you can feel the blood on him rub of on you, pushing him of with a gentle jab to his gut with you elbow. You lover laughs playfully, turning the shower on to warm. You cover yourself with the best of your ability, and although you shouldn't be so self-conscious (seeing as Johnny has seen you in such vulnerable states before), you can't help but feel a little insecure in comparison to him.

Johnny has much more muscle mass then you, his chest and back are defined from hard work on the farm. His legs as strong and he shoulders broad. Top surgery had helped your dysphoria a bit but now everytime you look at your boyfriend you felt a bit jealous, or maybe even a yearning. Johnny, of course, was oblivious to this. He was brought up extremely sheltered, only able to get out to hunter for dinner.

Johnny hadn't seen much trans people at all and to be fair he didn't really understand but always respected people regardless. You've tried to explain to him but he just hasn't fully grasped the concept yet, doesn't understand why you'd be jealous of his physique. John thinks you're stunning regardless.

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The two of you sit in the tub together, deciding after your shower to just relaxe a bit in the bath. The bathtub is small, Johnny has to bend his legs at the knee to fit, you sit in between his legs, leaning against his strong chest. His hand rake through you wet hair, almost sending you to sleep. "Don't fall asleep on me now." A chuckle rumbles through his chest, making the water ripple around you.

Johnny shuffles underneath you, his fingers hold you tight against him. He kisses the nape of your neck, his callused hands kneed the soft flesh of your thighs from under the water. You turn to your side, looking at your boyfriend as he lazily drags his hands all over you. He watches your flustered expression as he caresses you, smirking down at you wildly. The bigger male grabs hold of your waist, turning you so you face him directly.

You struggle to straddling Johnny in the cramped bathtub, but you manage. He pulls you into him, kissing you roughly as the water around you sloshed around. He palms at the flesh of you ass, squeezing it softly. You moan pathetically into his mouth when you feel his erection throb underneath you. John moves a hand off of you ass, bringing it to your front and inbetween the both of you. He runs his fingers through you folds, the sensation of water adding additional wetness to your already leaking cunt. You moan again, only louder, your lover chuckles deeply, pressing another quick kiss to your swollen lips. "You'll have to keep quiet, we don't know who's all in the house."

You blush brightly at the thought of the others hearing you. You know Drayton is probably in the house, either cooking food or tidying up the kitchen. Bubba would most likely be outside, but you're unsure of where Nubbins and Sissy might be. While you're distracted the man below you slides a finger into you pussy, brushing against the spot that drives you insane. He smiled as you try to keep quiet, shoving your face into the crook of his neck to do so.

Johnny groans lowly after hearing you moan his name, feeling you rub against his erection needely as he fucks you on his long fingers. He hoped to tease you a bit longer but he really can't help himself. The bigger male removes his fingers from your cunt but he's sure to replace it soon after with the tip of his cock. You whine as he pushes into your heat, filling you effortlessly. "Fuck baby, you feel so good." He purrs, holding your ass in both hands and he grinds you against his cock.

The strain of trying to keep quiet almost gives you a headache, biting down on your boyfriends collarbone to hush yourself. Johnny hisses at the pain, laughing at your futile attempts. "You know what, let then hear you. I want them to hear how good I fuck you." He teases, watching you turn bright red at the thought. You shake your head no, biting down on him harder to maybe silence his teasing. He continues regardless, lifting you up and down on his cock, the water around the two of you splashing slightly, some ever spilling out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor.

"You looked so hot earlier, dripping in blood," John reminds you, mouth falling open in a silent groan, composing himself before he continues to talk. "It got me so hard, it was difficult to keep working. I was waiting for this." Your lover continues to ramble on, thrusting up into you harshly. "Next time will you let me fuck you like that, covered in blood." The thought eggs him on, speeding up as he imagines it. You can't even respond, fucked dumb on his shaft as he plows into your wet cunt.

Inevitably it was impossible for you to stay quiet, and to be fair John was being much louder than you anyways. What a hypocrite. Your orgasms coils in the pit of you stomach, you grow louder and louder, ultimately forgetting your embarrassment and need to be quite. His name spills from your lips, whining loudly before you cum, shaking in his strong arms.

Johnny curses profanities, feeling your pussy clench and pulse around him in result of your orgasm. His grip on you is tight, leaving bruises on your soft flesh. "Yeah just like that darling." He mumbles, it doesn't take long for Johnny to cum, filling you full of his warm seed. He uses you to ride out his orgasm, making you cry out in overstimulation.

The water stills and both of your laboured breaths filll the small room. You whince as the bigger man pulls you off of him, soiling the water with a mixture of both of your juices.

After a bit, johnny stands, pulling you up with him. He dries you off gently before wrapping the towel around your naked form, tying his own towel around his waist. He kisses you sweetly on the forehead, draining the tub before leading you twords the bathroom door.

You almost run right into the figure on the other side, Johnny has to stop you with a strong arm. Bubba stands there awkwardly, silent as per usual. You hold the towel against yourself tightly, averting your gaze in embarrassment. "Hey, don't you know it's weird to ease drop!" Johnny exclaims, pushing the masked man to the side.

"There's no need too, we could all hear you anyways." You hear Sissy scoffs as she descends the wooden staircase.

Well, dinner tonight was going to be awkward.

𝐒𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐩!𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 × 𝐒𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Smut and some fluff ig, kinda sappy LOL :3

18+, mdni

Both of you are too shy to initiate intimacy so it gets awkward when you're both in the mood but both to scared to make a move until eventually you both just explore

You and Tomas sit side by side on your shared sofa. You're both visibly antsy and desperate for one another but both of you are to scared to just reach out. Your eyes leave the television screen, examining your boyfriend's face. His strong jawline shifts as he clenches his teeth, watching you watch him from the corner of his eye. Eventually Smoke turns to look at you, catching your eyes. His face lights up bright red and you assume your cheeks are burning as well. The eye contact last a couple of seconds before the both of you collide roughly, leting out all of your pent up energy out.

Asking for thing is also difficult for the both of you. Mumble out a request, blush covering their face, only for the other to not hear. Repeating their selves, blush worsening as they see their partner blush at the suggestion.

"Hey love, Can I... eat you out." You look up to him from your phone, asking him to repeat himself as you didn't quite hear him. Tomas's face is bright red and his blue eyes refuse to meet yours. "Can I eat you out." The elder tells you again, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. You're almost speechless, taking your turn to blush a dull pink over your cheeks. You nod your head and your lover lights up immediately, dragging you along to the bedroom.

During Intimacy it's not to bad, the two of you are usually too caught up in the pleasure to feel embarrassed, but sometimes it's inevitable.

Tomas groans softly, his calloused fingers run through your hair as you bob up and down on his swollen cock. He opens his eyes, averting his gaze down to you in between his legs. The sight of you is almost to much to handle, your puffy lips on his erection, smaller hands wrapped around his shaft, tear filled eyes looking back up at him. Smoke burns, turning to look away, bashful and in a bit of disbelief at how good you look. You burn too, embarrassed as he watched you shamelessly choke down his length like it was nothing.

The aftermath is the most embarrassing part for the both of you, unsure of what to say or how to continue after such sinful activities.

Tomas leans over you, huffing heavily after finishing inside of you. Your legs quiver around him, eyelids drooping at your sudden tiredness. Your lover watches you from above, one hand holding him up and the other softly caressing you cheek. You stare back up at him, quickly feeling more embarrassed by the second, pulling up the blanket to cover your reddening face. Smoke laughs nervously, leaning down to hide his own face in the crook of your neck, turning both of you on your side to cuddle for the rest of the night.

Odessa had noticed you from across the room, watching you anxiously interact with the other party gowers. Dez held parties in Junk City often, usually in her throne room. Tables filled with foods you weren't used to, people clad in their heavy gear made from metal scraps.

The Queen had noticed you definitely didn't belong here in Junk city, she was curious about you, and most certainly attracted to you. Her eyes followed your figure around the throne room, watching you hesitate to taste the obscure food set out for guest, desperately looking for the friend that had dragged you there.

You were much smaller than she was, a lot smaller than a lot of the people of Junk city seeing as a lot of them were very tall and large. Your face was sweet and innocent compared to the faces marked with scars and bruises, you wore proper clothes instead of some bits of fabric barley being held together. You were so different from the people of her home, a refreshing gaze outside of her little world here in the city.

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Your friend had dragged you here so she could meet her lil hook up, leaving you alone at this party. The food looked... questionable and the people even more so but you weren't going to judge. There was this woman, she sat at the front of the room in this big chair made from scrap. You could feel her watching you, her eyes following you around the room. You were scared you might he intruding, that she wanted you out of her party seeing as you were an outsider.

So when she started approaching you got nervous. You tried to just get out while you could, before she could confront you. You turned away from the room, finding you way out to the hallway, looking for some sort of exit. As you went to turn a corner you were stopped, pulled back against the hallway wall. The woman from before had caught you, trapping you from your escape.

"Where do you think you're goin?" She quizzed, her voice rumbled through your chest as she held you against her.

You had to strain your neck to look up at her. Her gaze was intense, looking you up and down with a sly smirk. "I'm sorry,I didn't mean to intrude. I was just looking for a friend." You tell her, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

"Oh no no no, you aren't intruding at all," She reassures you, one of her arms caging you against the wall. "Not from here, are you?" Odessa asks. You shake your head and she just laughs. "I could tell, we don't get much cuties 'round here." She tells you, taking your chin in her free hand, guiding you to look at her.

Your face blooms in red, struggling to keep eye contact. The woman wasn't trying to scare you off, she was making advances twords you. "Come with me darling we'll have some fun."

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The party had long been over but you and the Queen stayed behind. She sat on her throne, holding you tightly on her lap as you struggled to stay put. Odessa's long fingers plunged into you with ease. Your moans echoed throughout the ballroom, her voice egging you own. "Cmon now, I've gotcha." Her voice soothed you but didn't cure the aching feeling in the pit of your stomach. "Look at the mess you're makin',do my fingers really feel that good?" Dez lowers her voice, nipping at your earlobe.

You look down to see the puddle you have made, her fingers and forearm covered in your slick, twisting and bending in and out of you. She pulls her fingers away from you, forming a fist and bringing it twords your swollen clit. She uses the opening between her thumb and index to jerk you off with her closed fit. Odessa tightens her girp around you, your hips twitch and squirm from the touch.

"Cum all over my throne, baby. Everytime I sit up here I'll be reminded of you." She would whisper in your ear. Your body goes stiff and as you climax you let go, going limp in the queen's arms.

A/N: I'm sick and 🩸 at the same time so bare with me please 🥲 (I'm in so much pain)

Billy would lay underneath you, gently caressing your face as he slipped into you. You kneeled over him, arms struggling to keep you upwards as you shook from pleasure and excitement.

This was not the first time being intimate with your boyfriends, but it was the first time y'all had done double penetration. Your nerves were at a ten as you anticipated the feeling of Stu joining Billy in your messy cunt.

The taller male grabbed your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into them gently as you felt the tip of his cock prod against the rim of you, trying to push in right along side the other. You hissed in pain at the stretch, chest falling down to meet Billy's. The brunette whispered praise into your ear, one of his hand lifting to stroke at your cock, attempting to give you some sorta pleasure to counteract the pain.

It takes a while for you to get use to the feeling, moaning softly into Billy's neck as he rubs you. Stu pulls out very slowly, making you and Billy moan. The blonde holds you at your hips, pulling you twords him to push himself back into you. Billy is to scared to move, he's scared it might hurt you so he just keeps still. Stu is definitely more eager, sliding in between both of his boyfriends, biting his tongue as he tries to hold back from plowing into you.

Billy was always more patient with you, taking his time to tease and kiss you. He would mess with you for hours if it meant he could just hear you whine for him. Stu on the other hand was the opposite, always cutting to the chase. He'd rip your clothes of before you could even lock lips, sliding inside of your pussy without warning.

The contrast of the two almost gave you whiplash. Billy below you, caressing your chest and stomach, giving you sloppy kisses as you cry. Stu rutting into you as he groans loudly, hushed cursing under his breath as he rushes to fuck you as fast as he can.

"Jesus Stu, If you go any faster we'll split him in two." Billy scolds the taller man, peeking at him from over your shoulder.

Stu whines as he hesitates to go easy on you, squeezing your hips in his large hands. "M'sorry baby, I can't help myself." The blonde apologizes to the both of you, easing himself into you at a more bearable pace.

Billy brushes your tears from your puffy checks, smiling at you wildly. He acts like he's sorry for you but you know he loves to watch you cry, sob from their touch. "It's alright, you can take it." Billy cheers you on, groaning as you clench around them both. Stu's cock twitches inside of you, his eyes watch as he slides in and out of you, pushing in next to Billy. He's close, you can tell, he was usually first to cum due to his eagerness. The blonde pulls out of you, jerking his dick over your back side, covering your back in his cum.

Stu flops down in the bed besides the two of you, watching as Billy has his turn with you. The brunette bounces you on his cock, excitement fills him as he watches your mess form all over his lower abdomen. You whine loudly as his fingers go to rub at you swollen clit again, bringing you closer and closer to your end. You shake over him, bracing yourself against his chest as you cum all over him. Billy's jaw clenches as your pussy flutters around his cock, finishing soon after you did, emptying his seed into your sloppy cunt.

Captain Price had taken you under his wing at request of Laswell. You were just a private, new to the world of working as a soldier but Laswell saw something in you, something she knew John could nurture.

Price didn't pay you much mind at first, helping you train and answering any questions you had. After a month or so is when his feelings for you changed.

First when he took you out for a long range weapons lesson. He watched you as you layed on the ground, aiming your weapon at the targets the two for you had set up. His eyes gravitated twords your ass, finding himself pleased with the way your pants hugged the curve.

Then when you practiced hand to hand combat. You wore a white t-shirt and some loose shorts, the fabric stuck to your figure. Mid session you had poured some water over your head to cool off, the water wet you shirt, making it see through. The rest of the time you trained he found it increasingly hard to not just fuck you on the mat right there.

The shirt you wore clung to you, revealing your collar bone and some of your chest to him. Each time you'd go in to fight he hold his breath, grabbing your waist in his large hands to pull you down onto the floor. John's heart raced as you wrapped your legs around him, flipping over so now he was under you, effectively straddling him. He could barley contain himself as you huffed over him, catching your breath as you steadied yourself with your hands on his abs.

Price couldn't get you out of his head, sitting in his office, unable to get any paperwork done. Eventually he gave up, standing abruptly from his desk chair, leaving his office to find you. It was early morning around 2am, most soldiers would probably be asleep at this time. John didn't care, he knew you'd answer to him.

He found your room, banging on the door, waiting for you to answer. You shot out of bed immediately, rushing to open your door. You thought it might be an emergency, not even think about how you only had your underwear on. You opned your door to see the Captain standing there, wearing a t-shirt and some jeans. "Captain Price? What's going on?"

John was on you within an instant, grabbing at you bare waist, pushing you further into your room while shutting the door behind him. His hands slide down you sides, fingers almost breaching the band of your underwear. John's lips smash into yours, tongue darting out to shove down your throat.

The back of your knees meet the edge of your bed, John pushes you down against it. He left wet sloppy kisses on your stomach, trailing up to your chest, then neck. "I trust you won't tell anybody about this," Price whispers lowly into your ear while unbuckling his jeans. "We wouldn't want you to get in any sorta trouble, would we?" He asks, hand sliding down the front of your boxers, fingers running through you folds. To his excitement you're already leaking for him, pulling out his hard cock, stroking it with his unoccupied hand.

John slowly pulls down your boxers. You whince at the feeling of the fabric brushing against your sensitive t-dick. He rubs his hard cock along yours, teasingly pushing the tip into your pussy. "Fuck you're so wet already, how long have you been waiting for this?" He asks you, looking you in your eyes

You hide your embarrassed face from your captain. "Since that night Laswell introduced me to you..." You admit. The confession makes him smile, his cock finally slipping into you with ease. Your moan is muffled by your hand, and although John would love to hear you, he didn't want the other to.

The captain is ruthless with his thrusts, holding your legs against your chest as he fucks into you. He watches his length push in and out of you, groaning as his cock is covered in your wetness. "You slut, dreaming about your captain fucking you. How many times did you get off to the thought of me touching you?" He teases, watching your blissed out face from above. "Dose it feel better than you imagined? 'Cause hell, you feel about 10x better then I could have ever thought." Prices hisses through his teeth, nails digging into you thighs. You nod your head stupidly, going dumb on his cock. You can feel each vein drag along your wall, the curve of it pushing into you g spot.

"Yes sir, it feel..it feels good. Please keep going." You beg. Price obliges, hammering into, the both of you nearing orgasm.

"Yeah baby,that's it. Take my cock you little slut." He rambles on. Your legs shake and you come undone, spraying you liquids all over his cock and lower abdomen. The captain pulls out of you, letting your legs go before releasing his hot cum all over your stomach.

Johnny had snook you of of the family house and out to his shed, there the two of you would have full privacy.

He had you laying on the makeshift bed he made, which was just some hay bales pushed together and covered with a thick blanket. Johnny's fingers slowed as you neared you climax, then full stop.

You whined loudly, tugging on the hem of his shirt desperately. It had been the third time he denied your orgasm and you were sick of it. "Johnny,it's not funny." You pout as he laughs at your distressed expression, hips trying to chase the touch of his hand.

"Hell yeah it is!" Johnny would cheer out, feeling you clench around his stilled fingers.

"We barley get alone time and you're using it to torture me." You snap back, turning your head away from him. His fingers begin to move again, starting slowly, watching you get worked up all over again.

Your moans echoed around the small shed as he attacks you sweet spot, his thumb coming up to stroke you hard clit. You hips raise of the hay bail, pushing into his fingers, in need for release. You can feel it build up, stomach twisting in pleasure.

Johnny stops.

You sob out to him, eyes begining to water. Your boyfriend's grin is massive, smiling down at you with an evil expression.

It was always embarrassing every time someone would point out a bite mark or dark hickey that was left on you. Miguel insisted on it though, taking a night out of every week to mark you.

You whimper under the touch of your spiderman, his clawed finger leaving bright red scratches all over. He'd kiss after them, soothing the sting with his mouth, but soon his mouth would be used for something else.

He'd start at you neck, sucking deep red hickeys into your soft flesh. After every bruise he left he'd bite around it, fangs sinking in to take a drink. The feeling of him sucking your blood was almost euphoric, it made you light headed and the sting of his fangs faded into pleasure as he took all the blood he could.

From your neck to your chest, mouth clamping around your nipples. His tongue would flick around your bud before chomping down again. He was extra careful around your surgery scars, but you liked that his teeth marks almost covered them.

O'Hara would hold you are your waist, talons digging into your skin as he licked a long strip from you bellybutton, back up to your chest. Miguel groans at the sounds you make, eyes red with lust as he moves on.

This was his way of worshiping you, worshiping the soft flesh of your body. He'd kiss every curve and imperfections, leaving marks as he did so. It turned him on each time he'd bring you to work, watching as the other spider people would eye you, as it was impossible to cover them all. Miguel wanted them all to see, he wanted them to imagine how he cares for you, how he fucks and worships you. He'd wish you wouldn't get so embarrassed about it, but he was understanding. He felt blessed enough for you to even let him do it at all.

"I love you." Miguel tells you, taking your hand in his, kissing each knuckle. His gaze watches your flushed face as he moves up your arm, leaving his trail of makes as he did. "You're so unbelievable gorgeous, I can't believe you're real, that you would want to be with a monster like me. I don't deserve you." The words just pour out of him, he can't help himself.

Migue moves down your naked body, hands kneeding at your thighs. Arguably his favorite spot, even when he wasn't marking you fully he always gravitated twords your thighs. He rests your legs over his shoulder, kissing up and down you inner thighs, getting teasingly close to your dripping pussy. He bits down right next to your sex and the feeling travels straight to your throbbing clit, becoming light headed once again as he takes all he can from you. He moves down your leg, mirror the action on the other side. Your blood drips from his wet lips. He stands up, taking in your whole form. You covered with the evidence of him, not one spot is left without his hickeys or bites. Your thighs glisten with your blood and your slick, your clit and hole twitching with need.

A/N: dude ik I'm literally like 7 days behind I'm trying my hardest LOL.

Konig was always very indifferent, if not slightly insecure about his height. When he found out it was a massive turn on for you, he couldn't help himself.

He loved to come up behind you, looming over you. You'd push back right into his chest and he'd just laugh, holding you at your waist with his large hands.

He had given up on leaning down to kiss you. Instead he would pick you up and set you on the nearest surface, having you wrap your legs around his waist as the two of you would kiss.

Konig could barley fit on your shared bed, most times he's curl up just to fit, wrapping you up in his arms. You'd wake up, snug in your boyfriend hold. He would wake up soon after, large hands moving under you shirt, rubbing at you sides. Konig would lazily pull your boxers off before attending to his own pajama pants. His cock was hard and already leaking pre cum as he'd rut against the curve of you ass.

You both maon, both still fighting off your sleepiness. The tip of his dick find your cunt, pushing into your gummy walls. Konig's arms stayed wrapped around you, spooning you as he fucks in and out of you lazily. His hand feels over your stomach, feeling the bump of his dick each times he pumps in.

"I can feel myself inside of you, mien liebling," He morning voice is rough, whispering into your ear. "Look baby, watch," He tells you, directing you to look at your gut where the bump forms. "You're so small compared to me yet you take me so well, you were made to take me." His praise makes you fluster, making you whining softly.

Konig's hand come down your front, rubbing your t-dick with his fingers. He smiles as you twitch against him, coming undone all over his still hard cock.

You jump up from your seat on the couch when you here the keys jingle at the lock and the handle turn, running to greet your boyfriend that had been gone for a couple days now. You run to the front door and as soon an you see him step into your shared apartment you tackle him in a hug. Leon hugs you back loosely around the waist, but his hand quickly travel to the waist band of your sweatpants. You pull back from him slightly, giving a confused look. Leon had always been an eager lover but never this eager. His face is bright red, sweat shinning on his features. "Leon?" You quiz but he's to busy pulling your pants down, pushing you back into the dinning room before lifting you up onto the small wooden table you both ate at.

His movement is rushed, when you look down you notice his painful erection as he pulls it from his pants. "Hey, what's wrong?" You try to ask again and like before it goes unanswered as he roughly shoves his length into you unprepared.

You wince as his hard cock forces itself into you, clawing at his back when holding onto him. "M' sorry..." He whispers between animalistic grunts, fingers pressing bruises into your soft skin. "Something out...in the lab." He tries to explain, his words almost entirely incoherent. "It, fuck... It got on me. I feel hot, I need you so bad. I'm sorry." Leon babbles out hurriedly, fucking you into the wooden table, it rocks loudly against the wall.

You just let it happen at this point, worried about the "something" from the "lab" that had gotten on him. You whine with your arms around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. If you could help by just being a hole for him to pound into, you'd take it without complaints.

Zenyatta's metal fingers were cold against your burning flesh, holding you as gently as he could with such heavy hands. This is the first time he had touched you like this. Before he was much to scared he'd brake you, even if he was always so gentle. His metal body could crush and bruise you so easily, but he didn't understand, that was part of the appeal.

Omnics couldn't necessarily feel sexual pleasure, but he could become happy from your happiness. Not that he didn't want to be intimate with you, he just felt awkward not being able to feel anything while you felt everything. But right now, watching you squirm from underneath him, did fill him with good emotions. Zen felt prideful in himself for making you feel so good, happy that he could treat you, and although he couldn't feel it he knew how good it must be when you were practically at the brink of tears just from his touch.

The strap-on you had picked out rubbed against your eager hole, waiting for your lover to push it in. When he finally did your hand flew out to grab at his robotic arm, bracing yourself against the cold metal. "Good jod." Zenyatta would say quietly, bottoming out within your velvety walls for the first time. He waited patiently for you to become acclimated to the length, when you nodded your head he began to move.

He was slow, still worried about hurting you accidently. Your moans filled the silence as he dragged in and out of you slowly. "You take it so well. Does it feel good?" Zenyatta asks you, watching your face to gauge your reactions. The praise made you whine, nodding your head deliriously.

"Faster,please..." You would beg, watching as he hesitated to oblige. Zen moved faster, gripping the soft fat of your hips, kneading at the flesh before setting a faster pace. You moan much louder now but your boyfriend is silent the whole time, just watching you with his head tilted slightly. Zenyatta was completely enamored by humans, specifically you. Your face shows your feelings without even having to vocalize them. Zenyatta leans over you, holding himself up just to hover over you, getting a closer look at your face. You turn to meet his slanted eyes, pushing up to kiss his face plate.

Other times you would admit kissing him was definitely a bit awkward, especially cause he doesn't really have lips to reciprocate with. Now, you could care less, leaving sloppy wet kisses all over his exterior. Zen had never wanted a human body more. He wanted to feel with you, wanted to kiss you back, hold you without being scared to hurt you. All he can do is hum lowly from his voice box, pushing his face into yours in a pseudo-kiss back."you're doing so well, I could touch you like this till end of time." His voice scares you, forgetting that he could still fully talk while your lips were occupied. "Yes, good boy." He purrs, voice box rumblings from the sound. You sequel louder with each word of praise, his words pulling you closer to the edge.

"You like that," his arms wrap around you loosely. "You like being good for me?" He asks genuinely, amused by your reaction to his kind words. You nod, and just when you think this couldn't get any better, he starts experimenting. Zenyatta begins moving his hips in different ways, finding different angles to fuck into you. He wouldn't find out what you liked unless he went and found out himself. That's when he hits that one spot that drives you crazy.

"Yes Zen! Right there!" You tell him. He nods, moving to angle right into that special spot. He watches you arch of the bed, legs beginning to shake and tense against his frame. Zenyatta rumbles again, satisfied with your destroyed look as you cum all over the synthetic cock.

"My good, good, boy."

Genji was your boyfriend's younger brother. You two were friendly with each other, but you usually only saw him when Hanzo brought you around.

Today you were left at your boyfriend and his younger brother's house, he had work to do. Recently it seemed like all he really cared about, work. You had tried to express your feelings of neglect but he shut that down almost immediately, telling you it wasn't your place to tell him what to do with his job. And that's where you left it. Hanzo hadn't touched you it what felt like months, and you couldn't help but long for him. I mean it's only natural to want to be satisfied by your partner, but work came first. You had told Genji about all of this when he found you in the living room by yourself.

Now, Genji, your boyfriend's brother was fingers deep inside of you, watching as you covered your face in shame. You both knew it wasn't right, but it felt so good to be touched after having nothing for months. While you hid in shame, the younger Shimada brother pressed on. His middle and ring finger plunged in and out of you, setting a pace that made it hard to hold back your sounds. "How long has it been since he's treated you?" Genji asked, his smirk fading at the thought of your neglect. "How could he not want to touch you," his free hand grips the fat or your hips, groaning at the sight of you underneath him, coming undone from just his fingers. "Your all I've ever dreamed of since he introduced me to you."

You can barely believe what you're hearing, or barley comprehend it to be fair, too focused on the way his fingers fuck their way into your sloppy cunt. "The thought off him mistreating you, leaving you all alone." Genji's fingers puncture you with every word. "Makes me sick." This is all you ever wanted from him, to be appreciated, to feel loved. Now, you were getting it from his younger brother, who was confessing his adoration for you as he fucked you with his slender fingers. It's all to much, you can feel yourself start to cry, tears rolling down your face as you moan, but not for him, for Genji.

"It's ok, cum on my fingers, you'll feel better." He coos softly out into the air of the living room. You do as he says, gasping loudly as you cum all over his fingers and forearm. This whole time he's watching you, watching you shake from just his hand, watching you cry and moan just for him. His face is dark, smirking down at your mess before taking his soaked fingers into his mouth. Genji sucks your essence off of himself, smiling down at you as you cry in to the soft cushions of sofa. The guilty has fully consumed you, you couldn't bare it.

Genji shuhses your cries, hands coming up to wipe you tear stained cheeks. "It's ok, you're mine now."

Gabriel held your thighs against your chest, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes into you slowly, making you whine and squirm from underneath him. His muscular form pushes into yours, successfully trapping you into a mating press. Gabe rumbles as he bottoms out, adjusting his positions before continuing.

"I'm gonna breed your little boy pussy till you can't take it anymore, fill you with my cum." He states, staring right into you eyes. Your face is flushed and you can't quite meet his gaze. Reaper pulls out, staying still, and right before you complain he slams back in. He continues this pace, watching your face contort with pleasure, listening to you subconsciously whale and cry for him.

His chuckle makes you buzz, the smirk on his face is prominent. "I know baby, you can take it." Gabe quietly cheers you own, clenching his jaw as you tighten around his cock. He kisses your forehead before tilting down to watch your face. He's gentle with you, besides the fact that he's pounding into you ruthlessly, watching you go dumb on his dick.

Reyes's arms comes around your front, rubbing you clit with two of his fingers. He hisses as this makes you twitch around him. Your back arches and you cum, making a mess of the sheets and his cock. Gabe doesn't stop though, still thrusting in and out of you like you were a flesh light, using you till he was satisfied.

He pulls away from you slightly, his arms wrap around your legs and hold them to his toned chest. You watch as sweat slides down his abs and his pre cum forms a sticky ring around the base of his cock. You feel yourself about to cum again, but you're scared he'll keep going, keep breeding you when you already feel so spent.

"Gabe..." You whine out his name. This makes him grunt loudly, watching you with lust blown eyes. "Gabriel please." You call out for him and you can tell it's getting him closer and closer. His hips stutter a bit but he's persistent, and you cum again on his cock. Gabe watches you twitch and clench around him, and when you scream his name one last time he pushes in harder then before, holding you on the base of his cock as he fills you with his hot cum.

Chris has you sat up on his desk, he sits in the office chair, looking up from below you. His fingers are thrusting in and out of you. You have to stop yourself from moaning, not wanting to alert anyone that might walk past the office space. Chris holds your legs open, looking up at you from his seat with a large smile. Chris was your neighbor. He was a hot older gentleman who worked as a cop. Initially you had went to interview him for a blog you wrote for but now you sit on his desk shaking from his hands.

"You get off to older men fingering you?" He asks teasingly. "Don't worry, I'm going easy on you." Chris chuckles lowly as his thumb lift to stroke your engorged clit. The feeling makes you jolt, his fingers continue to torture your sensitive spots, leaving wet kisses along your inner thighs.

Soon you feel yourself begin to unravel, slumping over as you cum, soaking his desk and papers with your liquids. Once you come to, you realize you had ruined some paperwork that were most likely really important. You apologize to him profusely, but he just laughs, helping you off his desk.

"It was all worth it baby."

You and Amir sit facing each other on the couch. You are pulled close to him, your thighs overlap his as you lay back against the couch. Cypher is between your legs rubbing his cock against your throbbing t-dick and through your folds. He can barely hold himself together, his hand covering his mouth as to not allow himself to get to loud.

You tease him a bit, moving your hips upwards so the tips of you both touch before sliding back down his length. Amir lets out a puff of hot air, shivering as he feels your wet lips around him. He uses his hand to guide himself, thrusting against you. With each thrust his dick slides against yours, both of you become a mess as his pace quickens. Every upward movement causes the head of his dick to bump and push past yours until he's eventually leaning over you. You grab onto his forearm tightly, you squeal out in pleasure as you cum all over his shaft. Not far after Amir moans loudly into the living room, his cum landing on your mound and stomach.