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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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i just got an evil idea, what if jake is in his rut and he has a need to be dominant BUT he’s been pissing reader off so she decides to tie him up and shit 😩🤭🤭

😩😩😩😩😩

BABES YOU JUST MADE MY PUSSY PURR OMGGG—

its so evil but SO FUCKING HOT OMLLL

“You fuckin' brat,” Jake growls, his hands tied above his head, and he struggles against the rope. He's sitting on the ground, tied to a tree, his cock painfully hard beneath his loincloth.

You stand in front of him, the scent of his heat making you ache to just untie him and let him fuck you, use you, fill you.

You sneer. “I'm the brat?” you return, crossing your arms. “You've been an asshole to me all week. The least you could do is apologize, jackass.”

He snarls at you. “You're in so much fuckin' trouble,” he warns. “I'm gonna punish you for this.”

You laugh, mockingly, as you approach him. You kneel between his legs, hands caressing up his thighs, making them quiver beneath your touch. “I'll make sure to make the best out of this situation, then,” you say, slowly trailing a hand up to his crotch.

Jake's predatory eyes falter for a second when you rub the head of his cock through his loincloth, his eyes fluttering shut. But then they're glaring at you again. He folds his ears back, hissing. “You bitch,” he snaps.

You chuckle softly, kissing the hard muscles of his chest as your hands undo his loincloth, releasing his engorged cock from its restraints. “You should be thanking me, baby,” you tell him. “I'm gonna help you through your rut.”

Jake snarls again, baring his teeth at you, but he doesn't decline.

You smirk at yourself as you rub your thumb over his thick head, smearing the precum that's gathered there. Jake exhales sharply, body jerking, and you smile.

You remove your loincloth, your cunt already soaked from his scent and the sight of him helpless before you. You crawl higher, straddling his hips, and place your pussy against his cock, allowing his shaft to rest between your folds.

Jake gasps softly, his eyes rising to yours. “Untie me,” he orders, but you only shake your head.

You begin grinding your hips against his, humping his cock, and he whines lowly. You smirk, asking, “Yeah, my pussy's real good, isn't it?”

You can see the way Jake tries to ignore the pleasure, how he tries to fight it, but the little sounds that leave his mouth give him away. “You're a bitch,” he accuses, his wrath echoing in his words, but the way his cock twitches beneath you shows he's really enjoying this.

“I am,” you reply, smiling, mean. “That's why you like me. You need someone to put you in your place.”

He growls, showing you his sharp canines. “You're in so much fuckin' trouble, you brat.”

You simply smirk as you sink two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, quieting him. He protests by biting you—not really to hurt you, only as a warning. But you are unfazed, reveling in Jake's spit as it rolls down your fingers.

He continues glaring at you even though his hips are bucking up against yours, his cock now soaked with your arousal. It pulses beneath you, quivering every time the thick head brushes your entrance.

With your free hand, you guide his cock inside you, sinking down on it, allowing Jake to stretch you out and fill you.

He grunts softly, closing his eyes, still fighting his anger and the pleasure.

You rock your hips against him slowly, mewling as his cock crashes against your cervix. “Fuck, I love this,” you grunt, placing your hand on Jake's chest to hold yourself upright.

He mumbles something against your fingers, the words muffled by your hand, and you laugh. “Aw, I'm sorry, you don't get to talk if you're gonna be fuckin' mean to me,” you tell him, pressing down on his tongue, making him gag softly.

He opens his eyes and, through the rage, you see them grow softer, almost submissive.

“I'll let you talk,” you tell him. “But,” you warn, “if you're mean to me, I'll walk away and leave you here for hours, with your hard cock aching and throbbing. Understood?”

Jake seems reluctant, his amber eyes staring into yours with pure rage. You raise en eyebrow is silent demand, and after a while, he nods softly.

You remove your fingers from his mouth and lick his spit from your digits. Between gritted teeth, Jake murmurs, “If y're gonna fuck me, do it 'lready.”

You frown, pretending to not have understood him. “I'm sorry, what was that?”

Jake's nose flares and he snarls slightly as he repeats, “Fuck me already.”

You smirk. “Say please, ma'am, and I'll consider it.”

Jake's eyes widen slightly, his ears folding back in surprise, before he diverts his gaze from you, a soft blush spreading on his cheeks. Your grin widens and you grab his face in your hand, saying, “If you don't ask nicely, I can't give you what you want.”

Reluctantly, Jake says, “Please, fuck me.”

“Please, what?” you insist, pushing his every button.

Jake closes his eyes as his blush increases, making him look horribly adorable and so fucking breedable. “Please, ma'am,” he whines, opening his eyes and meeting yours. His gaze is significantly softened, turning from enraged to pleading and submissive. “Fuck me.”

“Much better,” you allow, lifting your hips and then lowering them, his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. Jake groans as your pace grows rapid, your cunt clenching around him.

“Fuck!” Jake gasps. “Needed this s'bad.”

You mockingly coo, “Aw, you poor thing. Did it hurt, baby?”

Jake nods. “Hurt so bad,” he replies, folding his ears back, his teeth dragging over his lower lip.

“Well, I'll make it all better, baby,“ you promise. And then add, “Aren't you gonna thank me for that?”

Jake whimpers quietly. “Thank you, ma'am. Thank you.”

“That's a good boy,” you praise, leaning your face towards his neck and kissing his throat, licking over his Adam's apple. “Such a good boy.”

Jake nods desperately. “I'm good f'r you. I'll be good,” he mewls. “Please, make me come.”

“Oh, you will,” you promise. “You're gonna come and you're gonna fill me up, yeah? And if you behave, I'll fuck you again tonight, hm?”

Jake's cock twitches inside you as he nods again. “Yes, ma'am. Fuck, yes.”

You laugh softly. Then, grabbing his face in your hand, you say, “Open up f'r me, yeah?”

Jake does as asked, parting his lips without questioning you, and you spit in his mouth, making him groan, his cock pulsing in your pussy. “Good boy,” you praise before leading his face to your chest, pushing one of your breasts between his lips.

Jake eagerly sucks at your nipple, his tongue twisting around it, his mouth slurping at the flesh of your tit.

You moan at the sensation as it adds up to the pleasure that Jake's cock delivers deep inside you. “Fuck, y're so good, Jake,” you gasp, arching your back, forcing your breast deeper between his lips.

“'m good for you,” Jake reiterates, speaking against your breast, sending vibrations through your nipple.

“Fuck!” you cry, hips jerking as your pleasure gathers in your lower stomach, coiling tightly, making you throw your head back. “Yeah, y're good only f'r me, huh? Y're my good boy.”

“I am,” Jake replies, nodding, his cock twitching inside you. “I'm your good boy, fuck! Please, come on my cock, ma'am. Come on my cock so I can fill you up!”

You exhale sharply, nails digging into Jake's shoulders as your body trembles. You're so close to the edge, your orgasm caressing up your spine in hot waves that make you mewl, your body growing tense. “Fuck! Fuck!” you gasp. “Oh, fuck!”

You angle your hips so that Jake's cock presses against your g-spot with every move of your hips, and it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Holy fuck,” you gasp, meeting your hips to Jake's and gyrating, allowing his cock to simultaneously bruise your cervix and that spongy spot, making you see stars.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cry, and then your orgasm is wrecking over your body, making you tremble, your slick dripping down your hips to Jake's, coating his hard cock and his swollen balls.

When Jake feels your cunt clench as you come, he gasps, whining, “Please, please, please.”

You continue the movement of your hips to his request, sending him over the edge. Jake gasps and shudders, whimpering softly as his load spills into you, the thick spurts quick to ooze out of you, staining your thighs and his hips.

“Fuck!” he gasps and you shiver at the feeling of fulness that still has you shuddering on top of him.

“You did so well,” you tell Jake, kissing his forehead.

Jake chuckles softly, his arousal dying down, his anger washed away with the sweetness of your cunt. “I hope you remember this when I tie you down and have you call me daddy, hm?” he says, raising an eyebrow at you.

You smile smugly, “You don't have the nerve.”

Jake's eyes darken with renewed lust. “How 'bout you untie me and we find out, brat?”

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playtimepalace · 6 months

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this is sam sorry for long

it’s so cute when you talk about being flustered irl by the things we talk about on here, ngl it makes me wet and then i have to walk around with dirty underwear and it’s Your Fault !! (joking, i love it)

i just Know you would be so fun to play with!! you’re just a sweet little horny baby and it makes me want to overwhelm you with pleasure until the only thing you can do is whine and drool and take it like a good boy <33

anyways,,,, got distracted,, i big agree with you abt like the intersection of omegaverse and transness, like different people have different ideas but i’ve always imagined male omegas like trans boys, with slick and two holes and it is Very Hot to me to imagine omega dicks as tdicks (or pre/non-t) bc they are very hot and belong in my mouth. also along that line i imagine female alphas to have girldicks bc girldick is hot as hell. do i just like dicks in general? hm. maybe this is making me look bad hshdkfnr

god. distracted again. i had a shower thought that turned into a whole ass fantasy about an alpha prince, who’s notoriously brash and reckless and shouty, and his kingdom is at war and he switches sides, and the other kingdom doesn’t quite trust him but they need the information he has so they keep him under the guard of a very kind and sweet (if a little immature and hyperactive) alpha.

they become friends, and they spar together, and shouty alpha always wins because he’s a very good swordsman. one day shouty smells a little off but sweet doesn’t think much of it, until he starts winning match after match. he’s getting concerned, after shouty accidentally cuts him on the shoulder, and sweet is annoyed at first but shouty keeps apologizing over and over which is so odd for him. shouty insists he’s fine and they keep sparring until sweet wins another match, with his sword tip touching the base of shouty’s throat. he’s a little smug when he says I Win again :)

but oh no! shouty collapses on the floor, onto his knees and when sweet kneels to look at him, he puts his finger under his chin and asks him if he’s okay, but shouty’s eyes are glassy and he just continues softly panting. sweet freaks out and yells for his sister, a healer, and the yelling makes shouty start giving off a very scared scent, and that’s when sweet realizes he’s not an alpha at all, he’s an omega and sweet’s show of (fake) dominance has pushed him into an early heat.

ok this got rly long sorry but the healer comes and tells him that shouty’s involuntary submission shows that he thinks of sweet as a good mate and it’s his responsibility to keep shouty happy and comfortable until he comes out of it because sweet’s scent is the only thing that will calm him through the heat. and sweet has to be soo careful and gentle with poor shouty, who when he’s not pretending to be an alpha is so very sensitive and vulnerable, and sweet has to carry him back to his quarters and hold him and speak to him softly (even though he can’t really understand the words he can understand tone) and fuck him so lovingly when he gets needy and desperate, whimpering and grinding on sweet until he pays attention to him.

tldr i love when tough guys break down (sometimes on accident) and have to let themselves be soft and taken care of <33

- sam 💃🕺💃🕺

firstly sammysam my lovely sam never apologize for long i love long!! esp long from you i'll never get enough💙💙💙

secondly auahauahguhghg 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 you dunno what that does to me, every time you talk to me like that I just melt ♡ its embarrassing- I get actual shivers sometimes, my face gets hot n' I just wanna....just would do anything to keep you going, just wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel!! would certainly help with that mess in your underwear if I could, n by that of course I mean get on my knees and make it worse 🥺

OKAY UM. blushes. onto the omegaverse!!

tdick and boycunt and girlcock!!! [raucous applause] forgot for a sec that cis people exist but they can play too i guess 🙄 (joking) but yea!! im with u all the way :3 and also cock on the brain is the correct mentality always im pretty sure

ok so the DELECTABLE little fantasy ooohhh my god. oh my god?

poor poor shouty who's already a bit at a loss since switching sides, he feels like he's doing the right thing, he knows he's doing the right thing, but it's so hard, he's in this new place, with none of his familiar comforts, has luxury still, yes, but none of his specific strategies to keep his facade bearable, and with all the stress and all the questions... well he may lash out more than ever, may throw himself into everything with extra fervor, a desperate compensation for that ache that won't leave, the neglected need to feel soft, to be treated as if he were delicate, to be cared for. He doesn't- shouldn't have those needs, that's what he tells himself anyway. He's competent, strong, independent, capable. Biology doesn't matter, he'd gotten this far, he'd figure out the rest. Even if it was hard. Almost impossibly hard sometimes. He still couldn't afford to waver.

The only saving grace in the hailstorm that was the emotions and hormones and swirling thoughts was his keeper, the other Alpha. Nobody calls the sweet man his keeper, not to his face, but shouty isn't stupid, he knows he's being monitored, but this guard…. well he was a saving grace as much as he was a damning one. How could shouty continue to swallow down his urges the way he had his whole life with sweet at his arm before he could even think to look for him? It was impossible to not open up to a man who was always there, always smiling, always seemed up for anything, never faltered at shouty's temper or impulsiveness, always seemed to care.

Shouty had lost that day before the matches had even begun. He tried his best, he threw himself into it like always, but his mind felt like he was wading through sand, or- no, maybe more like honey. Slow and warm and thick and...sweet. Sweet. Had the 'other' Alpha's scent always been so strong? Shouty's not paying enough attention, he's not focused, and- the cut is thin, not too deep, but it's bleeding, oh god, the Alpha-- his Alpha, he's bleeding, and it's all his fault. The apologies spill from his mouth, but they don't feel like enough, not when sweet is standing there trying to get him to stop saying sorry. Shouty's jaw snaps shut at what sweet almost certainly didn't mean as an order, but the words just carried that weight right now. So shouty swallows it down as much as he can, closes his eyes to steady himself, then promises he can continue, and then-- it's all a blur from there.

There's a sword to his neck and then the gentlest finger to his chin, the kind of touch you could just sink into, and then there's shouting, it's sharp, loud. Angry? No- panicked. But it's his Alpha shouting, why? What did shouty do wrong? He suppresses a whimper, sword clattering to the ground, out of his sweaty grip, when did everything get so hot? When did he get on his knees? Now it's not just his mind, his limbs feel like he's fighting against gravity trying to drag him down. He's vaguely away he's being move, looked at. Sees familiar faces but doesn't really see them, hears voices he can't bring himself to focus on- he's burning up on the inside, cramping from how hard his body's clenching, it's all too much, it's not supposed to happen now, not like this, not when he can't hide, and shouty's on the verge of a real proper panic attack, worsened by his emotional state, hands balled to fists, chin down, trying to handle it on his own like always, when... oh.

He's in his sweet, sweet Alpha's arms. When did he even get there? They're moving now, the Alpha carrying him like he's small, like he's fragile, like he doesn't weigh anything, and shouty... just lets out a soft sound and leans in, tucks his face into the Alpha's jaw. Accepts it. The Omega accepts all of it.

Shouty clings when sweet tries to set him down on his bed, blushes at his own neediness but grumbles about the distance immediately- and that sounds enough like the shouty that sweet's grown to know that the Alpha laughs, purrs, leans right back in to scoop him up and nuzzles against him, keeps him nice and relaxed. It's not long before shouty's squirming though, he can smell sweet's arousal just as sweet was well aware of his. But it's not just the scent and demeanor that's got sweet going, its that trust, it's all the sharp edges and defiant independence, all the showiness of prove melting away... it's shouty letting go, giving everything to sweet. It's just the two of them. Sweet strips the clothes from both of them slowly, carefully, curls himself around the other, skin to skin. And it soothes, but only for a moment. Cuddling was never going to be enough.

But urgency has been abandoned, panic melted away, they were going to indulge in each other, truly, properly, and they had all the time in the world. ♡

#part two when i write about shouty's pussy or something sorry i got super carried away with this gorgeous setup #I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THEM FUCKIN AND I ALREADY THINK I WROTE TOO MUCH. GOD #anyway i love this a lot. a lot a lot a lot #ummm btw #purring irl at getting you wet thats ltrly just payback for all the times ive read your asks and got so worked up i couldnt think straight #def wont be humping my hand to those first 2 paragraphs later [<- lying]#supposed 2 be doing work but man this rlly got away from me. i see a certified sam ask my brain turns into mush haha just like when shouty-#anyway. clearly obsessed with this #omegaverse #a/b/o #💌 lovenotes 💌#♡ sam anon ♡#princeyposts

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