I Hate That These Anons Are Being So Disrespectful Towards You. Like This Is Literally A Gift You Are

Hmmmm

Does anyone else think that Simon would be a pussy slapper? Not like too hard, but like softer slaps right to the clit to get the reader to squirt quicker? Just enough to make her whimper or gasp at the feeling?

And then like

Konig will literally slap your pussy like it owes him money? Like it doesn't even matter if it's punishment or not, dudes gonna bruise it.

I'm also on the fence that Konigs is one of those dudes that will tie you up, then literally fist you.

And I'm not talking gently either. Like dudes up in there looking for your lucky charms type of fisting.

I think it would be hilarious if after making a pact with a demon you strongly feel their sin for a short about of time. Why do I think it would be funny? Cause all I can imagine is Lucifer having to have a sit down with Mc every time they make a pact with one of his brothers. Like after mammon

Lucifer: what did you take.

Mc:…. Nothinggg…

Lucifer: I won’t repeat myself.

Mc, mumbling in shame: ….seventy thousand Grimm..-

Lucifer, slamming hands on table in disbelief: SEVENTY THOU-

After making a pact with Satan

Lucifer, rubbing his temples already: and… after your fellow classmate used your pencil without asking.. you did what?

Mc: broke their nose,

Lucifer: why?

Mc, suddenly shaking in rage: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NOT THAT WAS MY FUCKING PENCIL!

After making a pact with belphie

Lucifer, shaking Mc: Mc wake up,

Mc: wuh- hhuh, what

Lucifer, annoyed: you’ve been asleep for the past 14 hours get up.

This or nothing

Skip Google for Research

As Google has worked to overtake the internet, its search algorithm has not just gotten worse.  It has been designed to prioritize advertisers and popular pages often times excluding pages and content that better matches your search terms 

As a writer in need of information for my stories, I find this unacceptable.  As a proponent of availability of information so the populace can actually educate itself, it is unforgivable.

Below is a concise list of useful research sites compiled by Edward Clark over on Facebook. I was familiar with some, but not all of these.

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Google is so powerful that it “hides” other search systems from us. We just don’t know the existence of most of them. Meanwhile, there are still a huge number of excellent searchers in the world who specialize in books, science, other smart information. Keep a list of sites you never heard of.

www.refseek.com - Academic Resource Search. More than a billion sources: encyclopedia, monographies, magazines.

www.worldcat.org - a search for the contents of 20 thousand worldwide libraries. Find out where lies the nearest rare book you need.

https://link.springer.com - access to more than 10 million scientific documents: books, articles, research protocols.

www.bioline.org.br is a library of scientific bioscience journals published in developing countries.

http://repec.org - volunteers from 102 countries have collected almost 4 million publications on economics and related science.

www.science.gov is an American state search engine on 2200+ scientific sites. More than 200 million articles are indexed.

www.pdfdrive.com is the largest website for free download of books in PDF format. Claiming over 225 million names.

www.base-search.net is one of the most powerful researches on academic studies texts. More than 100 million scientific documents, 70% of them are free

Eternity and counting

Pt 4

(Pt1, Pt2, Pt3)

(Ragggggh!! Actually remembered to post on a Tuesday this time lol.)

Obey me! X Angel!MC (They/Them Pronouns)

TW: Suicide, depression, self-deprecation, death, big feelings, lots of sad.

MC just can't handle anything anymore and takes their own life. Imagine their dismay to find even death isn't the end for them.

~/\~

I catch a whiff of fresh lilies as I continue to the castle. Curious. The castle has always smelled like roses. They were never Lord Diavolo's favorite, but they reminded him of his mother. But the closer I get, the stronger the smell, until it finally comes into view. Bushes and vines covered top to bottom in every species of lily I've ever seen in the human realm run elegantly up the walkway, over the entrance, and across the windowsills. I can't help staring in awe as I approach the front doors, I've never seen the entryway so decorated, even for Diavolo's parties or festivals. I wonder what the occasion is.

Within thirty seconds of my knuckles connecting with the door, it's opened with a flourish. Barbatos grins that trained grin I learned to detest in my time here. Nobody ever understood how I did it, but I could always tell when Barbatos was simply smiling for his Lord's image and when he was smiling for his own enjoyment. Part of me was always nervous he could see the same in me, but if he ever noticed, he never brought it up.

"Welcome to The Demon Lord's Castle. Please, Come in." He bows, sweeping his arm to welcome me.

"Thank you." I nod, stepping inside the frame and to the side of the door. Before he can even close the door behind me, I'm offering him the paperwork I was tasked with bringing.

"Ah, actually, if you don't mind following me. Lord Diavolo has requested to meet you. When he heard that Michael was sending a new angel, he insisted on meeting you. I'm sure you know the importance of those papers. It is quite unlike Michael to entrust a task of this magnitude to an angel we've never even met." He explains as he leads me down the hall.

I nod. "Of course."

I shouldn't have nodded. Why would I agree to this? It was instinct, I'm sure. Babatos could ask me to follow him straight into wild seas and I would, without a second thought. And now I've agreed to follow him to my own torment.

He moves silently as he leads me upstairs and out onto the balcony. My heart squeezes itself shut as I see Lord Diavolo, leaning over the balcony to admire the flowers below. He doesn't turn to greet us immediately, but something about the sag in his shoulders and the tension in his knees begs me to hold his hand. Soothe his worried thoughts until he has no choice but to sleep it off and start anew the next day. Something must be horribly, horribly wrong with me.

But the feeling is fleeting as he turns to us, standing tall as ever with that cover photo smile.

"Ah! You must be Michael's new angel! He seems quite fond of you." He strides towards us, clasping my hand firmly in his own. "Though, I admit he never gave me your name."

He poses the question so simply, and I have to fight the gut instinct to answer him honestly. But it burns, bitter and angry in my stomach as I summon the name Michael had given me for the sake of my privacy in the Celestial realm.

"Well it's a pleasure to finally meet you." He nods, but his wording gives me pause.

"Finally?"

"Of course! Michael has brought you up nearly every time we've spoken in the last several months." He laughs. God that laugh. I've dreamt of it. It makes me wonder for a brief moment if the cloaking spell expresses my growing blush.

But I disregard the consideration for the thought of Michael and the absolute hell I'd be giving him when I return. He's been plotting this for months, that bastard.

"Well, I'm glad to hear he speaks so highly of me." I bow lightly, presenting the paperwork to him. He takes it quickly, tossing it onto the table next to him.

As I stand back up, I wonder what to do with the sudden silence.

"Well, It's been a pleasure to meet you." I grin, wings flicking quickly. A nervous habit I've picked up since sprouting them.

"Right! I'm sure you have some important business to attend to." He claps his hands together. "Give Michael my best." He turns back to the railing and Barbatos moves to usher me out. But before I go, a question was lingering in my mind. "If I may, why lilies? Michael always tells stories of your grand rose gardens."

The balcony grows cold with the fall of Diavolo's gaze. Something unsettling burrows itself in my skin, burning like ice in my mouth.

"Lilies were MC's favorite." He mumbles. Practically whispers it into the wind.

But the sound reaches me anyway, and despite the gentle tone, it feels like being punched through the chest. "What?" I heard him, he knows I did. And he's right. Lilies are my favorite. Always have been. But I ask the question anyway. Because I simply can't comprehend why that would matter. It's been over a year now, they should have gotten over it. And yet, here he is. Mourning, right in front of me.

Barbatos places a tentative hand on my shoulder, whispering to me. "MC was a dear friend of ours. They... passed, some time ago." There's a pitch in his voice I don't recognize. Regret?

"And so, we maintain the garden, to show to them when they are reborn." Diavolo adds, smiling softly at me over his shoulder.

Something in the view of it all chokes me. Like swallowing a cotton ball.

They're still waiting for me.

Are they all still waiting? Lord Diavolo is one thing, but the brothers? Do they expect me to come home? Do they want me to? Why would they want that? After all I've done.

Before I can even consider it, I feel the familiar warm slip of tears down my cheek. Emotions I haven't grappled with in some time burn in my throat, clawing at my vocal cords and squeezing my airway shut. I hate this. I hate this feeling so much my hands shake with it. I never should have come here. It's selfish to say, but I could have gone on not knowing this. Had I stayed in the Celestial realm, I could have gone on for eternity, selfishly unaware that I was still wanted.

I swipe pathetically at my tears, wings flicking as I straighten my posture. "I'm, uh, terribly sorry for your loss." It's barely above a whisper but I know they can hear it. "But I... I should be getting back now."

They can tell something is wrong, of course they can. But rather than stick around for questions, I take off, sprinting through the halls of the castle and out through the front door.

I'm running on instinct as I navigate the streets of the city. I don't remember where I'm going, all I know is I need to get there fast. I should just return to the courtyard and wait for Michael to send the portal back to get me. But something in the idea of going back to the celestial realm brings bile to my throat.

So I follow my subconscious blindly, feet slamming against pavement and heart nearly shaking with the effort of it all until I come to an abrupt stop. My eyes, bleary as they are, recognize the sight before me like I had last seen it yesterday. The House of Lamentation looms over me, glass eyes challenging me from within the gate. The elegant iron rods of the gate twist around themselves and each other like a den of snakes. And I feel the same warm comfort from them as I always have. I pointed out the striking serpentine similarities between this gate and himself to Levi once. He was offended at first, but was quickly struck dumb when I pointed out how much I liked snakes.

The urge to press the gate open burns like fire in my hand, but I know that if I do, I won't be able to go back. There's no way I'd leave on my own once granting myself entry, and there's no explanation for my presence if I'm caught.

But if I turn around now, I will never come back. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

(UGHHHH I hope y'all are still enjoying!! As always, comment if you'd like to be added to the taglist)

-Your friend, The Author <3

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Hello I saw your Alpha Ghost x Omega reader fics and I was wondering what if reader was an alpha and Ghost was the Omega

(If you can make reader a timber wolf and make it fluff no smut)

Aw, I love making these things. You'll get all the fluff.

Alpha!Reader x Omega!Ghost

Omega!Ghost who actually was very sheltered about telling people he was an Omega. He didn't tell anyone for a long time and went through years just to try and hide it.

Omega!Ghost who after being captured and held by Roba couldn't help seeing his body as nothing but an object, wanting to hide it more.

The generational shame that came with being an Omega and wanting to hide himself continued for many years that he was like this.

Alpha!Reader whose distinct senses and abilities made them a prime recruit for the military. Joining without incident and pushing through rank.

Omega!Ghost whose been used to hiding so long the feelings he's attempted to keep dormant deep down bubble back up slowly when he sees you.

Your capable, your strong, your scent hits his nose and it's like his knees are weak and he can't get enough.

Alpha!Reader who sees the big lieutenant and it's honestly scary to see him looming and watching you. He's an alpha probably, making sure you don't cause shit for the others.

Alpha!Reader and omega!Ghost don't get too close yet, Ghosts intense heat blockers keep most of his identity a mystery. If anyone got so close as to figure it out that was an accomplishment.

Alpha!reader who starts trying to prove themselves for the alpha watching every day.

Price can only laugh, looking over at Ghost whose watching behind the mask with the lovesick eyes of a puppy finding a new owner. "Do they know?"

"No."

Price looks back at you, flexing your hardest and trying your best to impress. "Didn't think so."

Omega!Ghost who is relishing the attention. He knows you're showing off for him, and whether he will admit it or not, he likes it. He enjoys watching you flex your muscles and show off the wolfish side of yourself.

This gander goes on for a while between the two. Ghost watches as he feels that Omega inside him purrs and leaps. Like a cat awake from a nap ready to stretch its back legs and take off.

Alpha!reader who's tired, a day of showing off to the man who won't even speak to you. They head back to their common area and whose there?

Omega!Ghost whose finding that his omega is much more prone to cuddling than he remembered. Snuggled up in a blanket watching whatever was on tv.

"Sir, lieutenant." You attempted to greet casually as you sat down. The taste of peppermint and lemon citrus. The scent makes your stomach twist and your head whip around.

Omega!Ghost who could care less hunkered in his blanket like a turtle poking his head from his shell while your instincts stir and confusion sets in.

Ghost is very used to your scent because he smelled it first. But as you smell this new smell you realize it's coming from him.

Alpha!reader who realizes the man you've wanted to impress all this time has been an omega. Which, honestly? Not a bad thing. Not at all.

Omega!Ghost smells your growing scent, looking over at you. Your scent swarms the room like a thick cloud. And you look over at him. His pupils expand and close, as if trying to resist relaxing into the presence.

Alpha!Reader who lets the scent fill the air and swarm his nose. You smell of woods, fresh dirt and the familiar smell of a mutt wet from the river.

"You think this is that easy?" He asks curiously as he flips through his book.

You watch his fluid motions, seeing the way his fingers grasp so gently at the pages. You look at his face, seeing his beautiful lashes casting over his brown eyes.

"I didn't realize I'd have to be chasing you.."

"Does that turn you off??" He asks, and looks to you briefly.

Your canines show behind a smile. You reach your hand over and rub his thigh, feeling the muscle tense under the subtle touch. "No, no it doesn't at all." You reply, moving boldly closer to him.

Omega!Ghost usually didn't let people into his space, but hell, you'd worked your ass off for it. "Mm." He replied and you snuggled up to him, your hand drifting around his lap to capture his waist. When that didn't make him move, you nuzzled his scent glands, shifting his mask and giving them an experimental lick.

Ghost jumped, his cheeks going bright red. "That's enough you- mutt."

"Ouch, Ghost... You like it."

Alpha!Reader who proceeds to gently groom Ghost. Ghost hadn't ever been groomed before. Maybe the occasions head scratches from Price but this was... So much different.

Omega!Ghost who can't help whining for your attention and affections. His resolve is slowly crumbling beneath him as your smell is the tip of the treat. He's held it off as long as he could, now he just needs the experience he's missed out on from people he can trust.

Alpha!Reader doesn't pull his mask up too high, but enough to lick and kiss around his neck and shoulders. There was no intention of lust behind them, merely to help his shoulders relax with warm, sweet lips tending to them.

Omega!Ghost who sinks into it, nuzzling against you. Every instinct in his body he'd pushed down for years over years pooling out in an instant. His trust issues scream at him, and he partly pulls away. "Keep your hands where I can see them... Mutt." He mumbled, attempting to make it clear where his line drew.

Alpha!Reader who fits him in their arms, nuzzling him. As any wolf would, you continued to groom him. "I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want." Ghost is completely lax. Whatever you did... Fuck you did it right.

Something felt so... New. It felt like your arms were a barrier between him and everything else. Your arms kept him safe, your scent, your presence, this was safety.

Alpha!reader who watches his eyes so effortlessly flutter closed. They nudge his cheek and press a quick kiss to the mask, feeling their heart jump for joy.

"We'll take it slow ... But I think I've found what makes you tick." You chuckle, seeing him fully blissed out, getting a mere taste of what true safety feels like. After years of hiding, worrying and screaming. You've given him just a smidge of what he could have with you.

Safety and companionship.

The Poly!141 Egg Fic

Words: ~4.4k

Tags: Poly!141, top!Price, trans!Soap, switch!Ghost, bottom!Gaz, PWP, oviposition, monster!Price, oral (m!receiving), anal, piv sex, fingering, gaping, spit, aphrodisiac come, eggs, photography, pre-mission prep, eggs, I cannot stress enough that this is an egg fic.

Summary: Price is full of eggs, thankfully he has three eager incubators ready to take them off his hands.

Price doesn't make many, doesn't make them often, but the ones he does are heavy enough to make it necessary to... extract them before missions. Honestly, any of the men making up the 141 would be lying if they said the sight of their Captain looking a little heavier, moving a little slower, didn't have them a little hard. Excitement is palpable in the air in the days leading up to deployment, each man waiting to be called to the captain's room, each man spending hours with his cock fisted in tight fingers. Too many for one person to deal with when they need to hop on a plane, but spread between three people? Well, the saying is "don't put all your eggs in one basket" for a reason.

Ghost sits on his knees, nose pressed into the thick dark curls at the base of Price's cock and drool dripping from his swollen lips. He stares up at Price, hums around the intrusion and shakes his head to try and nudge the the tip further down his throat. He sucks hard, swallows, works his tongue over the thick length. He can feel the first few eggs starting to line up. Soft jellied things that inch their way down the long thick cock on their way to his stomach. He always gets to go first, Price's second in command, the one that needs the most hand holding through the process, the one that has to swallow where the others can simply bend over. Not that Price minds. Ghost's throat works just as well, and the hard suction helps to get things moving.

The first egg works its way down his length, bulging against Ghost's tongue. Ghost bobs his head, laves his tongue against it, tries to coax it further, further, until he can push his head to the base again and swallow. The first egg stretches past his gag reflex, bulges his throat. He swallows, tries to keep the lack of oxygen from making him panic. It's just like taking a shot. Relax the throat and swallow. The gelatinous blob crawls down his throat, he can feel every slow centimeter it moves before the slick that follows seeps around the edges and slicks his throat. Then it rolls down easy and settles heavy in his stomach.

The remaining slick tingles in his throat, warms him to his core. His cheeks burn, his cock twitches eagerly. One down. Price pats his stomach, plenty more to go.

The second egg makes its way down. Again Ghost bobs his head, sucks down oxygen while he can and tries to ease the egg into his throat. His lips drag up Price's length, and the egg pops out onto his tongue. It fills his mouth, presses against his hard pallet, soft and squishy where his tongue pushes against it. Ghost wraps a hand around Price's length to stop the next one, and tips his head back. He opens his mouth to show his captain the soft jelly egg before it slips down his open throat. Price hums, his lips quirking up into a smile as he scratches his fingers through Ghost's short cropped hair. Ghost rests the tip of his cock against his tongue to let the slick that follows pool in his mouth, numbing his throat.

"Putting on quite the show lieutenant," Price rumbles. Ghost shrugs, swallows, drags his tongue from base to tip before taking him back in his mouth. Price's boot is wedged between his legs, giving his lieutenant something to grind his aching cock against while he works. Price has always been diligent in the care he gives his subordinates, pays them back properly for all they care they give him. The short cant of Ghost's hips, the flutter of the larger man's lashes, feels like a reward for that care.

Ghost's irises are swallowed by his pupils, his attention solely on the eggs that slip down Price's shaft. The only answer, if it is an answer at all, from him is to push his head down Price's cock once more. He keeps his mouth open, his tongue licking along the underside of Price's length as he slurps at it, filling the room with obscene sounds. Putting on a show, just like his Captain said.

"Steamin' 'ell," Soap groans.

"You'll get your turn," Price tells him, his fingers still stroking through Ghost's hair. His thumb moves to swipe at the slight wetness under Ghost's eye, barely there tears from the rough intrusion of his throat. Ghost swallows a third egg, his eyes locked on his captain as it bulges out his throat. "Good boy." The words, succor sweet, make Ghost's eyes roll, his hips bucking against Price's boot in response.

Ghost's eyes dart to the sergeants. Gaz's fingers are wrapped tight around his cock, head lolled to the side as he watches his lieutenant throat his captain's cock. Ghost knows he's plugged, the only one of the two that ever shows up prepared. The only one that gets to take the big eggs, the last ones in the line that make him shoot ropes of come over the floor. Drooling is a good look on him. Beside him Soap's fingers plunge into his sopping hole, diligently working to open himself up, lucky in a different respect that he has a warm cunt to hold his clutch in.

Ghost nearly chokes as a fourth egg taps his gag reflex. His eyes water, his breath coming quick through his nose as he attempts to swallow the gelatinous sphere. He whines- moans around the egg, feels Price press his boot more firmly against his cock. It's a distraction, one that makes him gag, spit pooling around the edges of his mouth, his stomach rolling at the intrusions already weighing it down. Price's eyes are firm when he meets them, unyielding. The fingers gripping his hair tighten, force him to keep his nose buried in Price's coarse pubic curls and swallow.

Price only lets him off when he's sure the egg has settled firmly in Ghost's stomach. Ghost's tongue lolls out, drool dripping off of it in thick rivulets as he pants. His eyes are still misty with unshed tears, his fatigues boasting a growing wet spot where his cock leaks against them.

"Loosen Garrick up," Price orders, patting Ghost's cheek. The lieutenant nods, and turns his attention towards Gaz, as Price wraps his own hand around his cock to halt the descent of his eggs.

One look from the captain has Soap scrambling to find his position. "Better for the Captain's back," Gaz had told him one as he'd helped him kneel on the edge of the bed. Price pushes his legs together, settles a big hand on the base of his neck to push his face into the mattress as his legs bracket Soap's. Soap reaches between his legs to spread the folds of his cunt, letting his superior officer see the slick dripping off of him. Price hums, sliding his hand down Soap's back to squeeze his ass and spread him further.

"Thought you'd want them in the back," Price confirms, his thumb stroking over Soap's tightly puckered hole. Soap swallows thickly, resists the urge to push back into the feeling, and shakes his head.

"Feels be'er," He mumbles. Another hum from Price as he inspects his sergeant's hole.

"Does it?" Price grunts, nudging the head of his cock against Soap's entrance.

"Yessir," Soap groans, feeling the burning stretch of Price's fat cock spreading him open. The pain makes his eyes roll, the heat of it coursing through his body with the roll of Price's hips. He can feel the next egg already making its way down the shaft, no longer held back by Price's tight fist and oh-so-eager to lodge itself in Soap's warm hole.

Price pulls out, leaving just the tip of his cock inside, before pushing in again. The bump of the egg stretches Soap's hole wider, and he lets out a groan. It rubs against his g-spot, pushing at his gummy walls with each stroke. Maddening. The friction of it, the pressure, makes his cunt feel hot. His cock tingles, stood at attention and begging to be touched. Soap wraps his fingers around it, giving it short strokes as he feels his folds wrapping around Price's cock. Christ he always forgets how different it feels when he takes a clutch this way. Always forgets the way slick drips and foams out of him, the way his stomach tightens and his cunt clenches greedily.

Pressure builds behind his dick, his stomach pulling tight. The way the egg pushes against his g-spot... There's no suction helping it along like with Ghost's mouth, just the repetitive motion of Price's thrusts. The soft egg slips into him as Price pulls out, nestled tight against his entrance before Price pushes it deeper with a spurt of slick. Soap's eyes roll feeling the foreign body roll against his walls, pushed tight against his cervix by Price's cock. Price circles his hips, grinding the egg against that deep aching spot inside of Soap as he waits for the next egg to drop. It shoots like electricity up his spine, tightens the molten heat behind his stomach.

Soap presses his face against the mattress in an attempt to muffle the moan the feeling punches out of him. He presses his hips back into Price's thrusts, his eyes rolling and his jaw slack as he feels Price's cock trying to push the egg deeper, forcing his cunt to accommodate both of them. He can feel the next egg catching at his entrance, trying to push its way into his clenched cunt. Price's thumb rubs at his hip, his fingers tight to hold him in place.

"Relax Sergeant," a firm reminder of his place that makes heat prickle over Soap's skin. He can almost hear the way it makes Price smile seeing his skin pink up. Price bats his fingers off his cock and wraps his own callused fingers around it, stroking him quick and dry. It hurts, Soap's moans hiccuping out of him as he tries to catch his breath. Price presses his weight down against him, forcing the arch of his back. "Can always force it," Price rumbles low in his ear.

Soap stiffens, jostle by the hard slap of Price's hips as he forces the next egg inside. He grinds his hips down into Soap, rubbing the egg against his soft spot and stroking his cock. Soap knows the wet feeling immediately, the dribble of heat out of him, the low chuckle from Price as he pulls back. He doesn't need to see the wet shine on Price's thighs, to recognize the way his muscles unspool for his Captain.

"There you go," Price patronizes, "just have to loosen you up." The second egg slides in alongside the first, a third already pushing against his entrance. It feels bigger, but it always is, a steady size increase that always leaves him and Gaz loose and dripping. This one though, Christ how long has Price been cooking these things. The way Soap clenches around the fat intrusion is involuntary, it hardly stops the egg. The squish of it doesn't make up for the way it stretches him open, or the way Price groans. It nearly locks their hips together, Price grinding his already thick cock inside of Soap as the egg makes it's slow descent into his wet channel.

Price pulls back, moaning as the egg is pulled by Soap's tight cunt. Lodged just inside his entrance, and forcing Price to pull out entirely just to deposit the thing inside of him. Soap's legs shake, the burn of being held open by the egg making heat wash over him. Price releases his cock to spread his folds with two hands, whistling low at the way his cunt gapes around the egg. Two thick finger press against the egg, forcing it to nestle itself with its siblings before those same fingers are jabbing against Soap's soft spot.

Soap tenses, feels his cunt try to clench around them with minimal success. He swears into Price's bedspread, his stomach rapidly tightening with another orgasm. It's too much, he feels loose, full and empty at the same time. The eggs are heavy, pushing against each other, pushing against his cervix, against the back of his cock, and Price's fingers are precise. He can feel his walls starting to flutter when Price shoves the full, girthy length of his cock back into his hole. The next egg popping into his stretched cunt with embarrassing ease as Price fucks him.

The fingers are around his cock again, stroking the short length as Price pushes a fourth egg into his sopping cunt. The walls of his cunt feel raw as hot slick fills the space between eggs. The warmth soaks into him, makes his limbs feel like jelly as it forces him through a second shuddering orgasm. Price's fingers grip his hair at the base, pulling his face from the bed to watch the way he sticks his tongue out for the man. Soap gets a glimpse of Ghost pulling his come covered cock from Gaz before his captain spits on his tongue and lets him collapse back on the bed. Soap rolls onto his side, pushing a hand between his legs to hold the eggs inside as Price turns his attention to Gaz.

"You're up," Price tells him, a firm hand grabbing Gaz's ankle to drag him closer.

"Can't give me a breather?" Gaz asks with a smile. Price shakes his head.

"Saved the best for ya, should be thankin' me."

“Should be thanking me for letting you put those things in me,” Gaz retorts before adding on a quick, “Captain.”

Price lets out a huff of laughter and pulls Gaz to rest in front of him, his hands pushing up under the sergeant’s knees to fold him in half. Gaz can feel the way the pressure on his stomach forces Ghost’s come out of him, the warm slick dripping down his ass. Price is quick to catch it on the head of his cock, spreading the come over Gaz’s loosened hole before pushing in. Gaz winces a little, letting out a breath as he forces his body to relax. The burn and pressure of the new stretch knocks the wind out of him. Price may not be as thick around as Ghost is normally, but with an egg already primed… Gaz shudders feeling the ridge of it, the fat knot in the middle of Price’s cock that catches on his hole. Price wastes little time grinding it into him, working his hole back to the puffy softness that Ghost had fucked it to, until the egg can slip inside. 

It happens all at once. The egg catches at the thickest point, and then slips inside in a single movement. Gaz’s eyes flutter closed, his head dropping back to enjoy the feeling. The egg slips over his prostate and he gasps, jerks his hips against Price’s cock and forces him deeper. The first one is always the easiest. He opens his eyes to glance at Soap watching his fellow sergeant toying with his still gaped cunt. If Soap got an egg big enough to leave him open, big enough that Ghost is eyeing him, then Gaz’ll be in for worse. The first is just a taste of what’s to come.

That doesn’t make it any easier when it finally leaves Price’s cock, when he’s filled a second time with slick. Although he thanks his lucky stars for the way Price’s slick seems to seep into him, radiating warmth that makes his cock twitch. The egg nestles itself deep inside him, just deep enough to avoid settling where he really wants it. He won’t have to worry about that for long though. The tell tale bulge of another egg forces itself against his loosened hole. Even at the small end of it, it feels bigger than the last, and given the way Price grunts, pulls his cock out to try and force the thing in, it must be. 

Gaz wraps a hand around his own cock, squeezing the base. Damn thing is drooling worse than Soap does, just the prospect of his ass being stretched out is enough to get him going, but to actually feel it happening? To feel the way Price pushes the tip of the egg against the ring of muscle that swallows his cock? It’s divine. It burns, he can feel the way his ass is opened around the girth of the egg being forced inside. He imagines the swell of it, the way his skin stretches to accommodate, how wet it all must look as he’s stretched open around the egg. Each centimeter of it is thicker and thicker, until he reaches the thickest point and Price gives that last thrust the pops the whole thing inside. Gaz’s back arches off the bed feeling the egg settle so completely inside of him. He feels loose, barely aware of Price’s cock except where his head bumps against his prostate.

The only problem is Price pulling his cock out. Gaz clenches around the egg, the intrusion holding him open and plugging him up all in one go. Price attempts to pull out, and the egg lodges itself against Gaz’s opening, unwilling to leave the warm hole it’s found itself in. Gaz whines, opens his mouth to moan as Price relents to the thing and presses his hips tight against Gaz’s, grinding the egg into him. The thick gelatinous egg makes its slow, maddeningly slow way through Price’s cock, catching against his prostate and rolling against it for what feels like ages. Gaz’s grip around his cock tightens near painfully, his teeth grit against the waves of pleasure that course through him. Fucking hell. There’s sweat starting to bead on his forehead as slick fills him, another attempt to get the egg inside. 

The last few are the hardest for his captain, Gaz knows this, knows they don’t always come out nicely. That’s all too clear with the way the next one in line already presses against his entrance. The second egg isn’t even out, still grinds down in aching pleasure against his sweet spot, and he’s supposed to take another already? Price pulls out as best he can, using Gaz’s muscles against him. Milking his cock in Gaz’s clenching ass to ease the fat egg into him. Gaz’s breath catches in his throat, chokes him as his cock dribbles pre-come over his fingers, desperate to play a part in the desperation being fed to it. Price thrusts back inside, pushing the egg deeper, and Gaz feels the next in line press painfully tight against his hole. “Captain,” Gaz gasps, his voice cracking as Price batters his sweet spot, making sparks fly over his skin. Price leans his weight onto Gaz’s legs, his grip tightening as he fucks his cock into him, trying to coax the next egg down the line. Gaz shudders, his stomach flexing, tensing and untensing under Price’s weight.

“No tapping out now Gaz,” Price grunts, “know what you signed up for.”

“Not tapping out,” Gaz let's his eyes roll back, his nails digging into Price's shoulders, “feels good, fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling the molten heat in his stomach churn with each electric shock of pleasure from his prostate. Price rolls his hips, grinding against it, and the second egg finally fills him. Just in time for the next one to stretch him. He winces a little, his ass hurts, his cock twitches, the egg pushes and pushes. He’s forced open, held open by the egg. Too big to prep for, and only aided by the stretch of the last one. Lukewarm lube is dripped from the bottle in Price’s hand over his hole, only just easing the stretch. The slick heats up so quickly, warmed to near boiling by the heat of Gaz’s skin alone. The egg stops at the thickest point and holds him open.

Price’s thumb rubs against the ridges of his entrance, appreciative, and Gaz’s face burns. He wishes he could see it, wishes he could see the eggs ruining his hole the way he could watch Soap. It must be a pretty sight, his ass spread so wide around the egg’s middle he can feel it pressing under his balls. If he was on his knees he might ask for a picture, he still might. Price slides his hand back up over Gaz’s thigh, pushes it firm against his stomach and Gaz hitches a breath.

“One of you’s gonna take the whole thing eventually,” Gaz shudders, Price’s voice tugging at an unnamed greed deep in his chest, one he’s sure the rest of the team shares, “be fat with my eggs.” 

The next egg pops inside with a harsh slap of Price’s hips, and snaps the grip Gaz has on his cock. His back arches, or attempts to under Price’s hold, pleasure coursing through him as ropes of come hit his chest. Gaz moans open mouthed and needy, the sound tearing itself from his throat. His cock twitches and spits, drooling against his stomach as Price wipes it with his hand. They all know the drill, opening his mouth for his captain to help clean him up is the least Gaz can do really. Price’s fingers pushing his come into his mouth as he grinds his cock into him, easing the heavy egg down to join its siblings. Gaz’s muscles shake with the effort of maintaining position while Price abuses his insides, his tongue slick and dextrous as it works over Price’s fingers. He doesn’t need the praise that Ghost does, Gaz knows by the look in Price’s eyes that he’s good for him. 

He’s loose, gaping. He can feel the slide of Price’s cock against his rim, a friction that stirs the heat still lingering in his stomach. A whine pushes against Gaz’s lips. That can’t be all of them. He only got three, Soap and Ghost both got four. Eleven is an unlucky number, missions go south on eleven. Gaz lifts his head from the bed to look at Price, his eyes fixed on the softened planes of his captain’s stomach. He drops his head back with a sigh, fine, eleven. He lets his hands fall from Price’s shoulders, starts to get his head on.

Price gives a hard thrust into him, then another, and another. Feeling the eggs rub against his prostate is one thing but having that targeted jab to it over and over again makes his mind go fuzzy. All Gaz can do is grip the bedspread and try not to scream. It’s too much and not enough, his cock twitches with interest, still hard from the roll of the eggs inside of him, and his brain seems to melt out his ears. Then he feels it. Even just the head of it feels as big around as the last egg. Slow moving and just starting to nudge at his ruined hole. Gaz’s eyes go wide and his breathing quickens, his lips already moving in a needy, “yes, yes, yes, please captain, please.”

The egg presses so tightly against his hole that it shortens Price’s movements, his thrusts getting shallow as the egg attempts to invade Gaz’s body. He tries to angle his hips, to push into the feeling, but Price holds him down. Gravity works to his advantage, the head of the egg just nudging into him, only to pop out on the next move of Price’s hips. Gaz whines, it feels pathetic, it feels good. He whines as the egg stretches him a little and leaves, stretches and leaves, over and over as it slowly works more and more of itself in with each thrust. He can feel the weight of it, the unyielding mass of the thing. Bigger than any Gaz has taken so far, maybe the biggest he’s ever taken. He wants it, wants to be ruined by it, to have his ass stretched for days afterwards so his captain(and perhaps the lieutenant and sergeant he works with too) can fuck him again. He wants to feel the splitting stretch to worry that he might need to see medical.

The egg spreads him wider and wider, each thrust of Price’s hips battering it against Gaz’s overworked hole as he chases the end of his release. Stretch and relax, stretch and relax, Gaz’s head spins with the warm ache of it, the shallower and shallower thrusts as the heavy egg moves down Price’s shaft. And pops inside of him in one sharp movement that has Gaz screaming, his cock dribbling out a second round of ruined come as his legs shake. His body pulls tight and he sees stars, feeling the rush of Price’s come fill him. The warmth of it burns against his insides, sinking into his muscles until he’s left pliant and hazy. 

Price pulls out, and almost as quickly is prodding at his hole with his fingers. Gaz feels held open, but that’s not from the hand inspecting him, it’s from the fat egg that Price pushes deeper inside of him. Price hauls his leg over to the side, flipping Gaz onto his stomach. He holds a hand out to Soap.

“He’ll want a picture of this,” the smile in Price’s voice makes fresh heat bloom over Gaz’s skin as he dutifully pushes up onto his knees. The snap of a phone camera could make him eager for another round if he wasn’t so focused on the way that last egg was rolling to meet its siblings. Four. Four was a good number. Price tosses Soap’s phone onto the bed next to Gaz’s head and he quickly grabs for it, staring down at the way his usually tight hole holds itself open to let everyone see his pink insides. Greedy for more, Gaz thinks to himself, zooming in to try and get a look at the egg inside of him. He’ll be putting that one in the group chat.

“Right,” Price grunts, “grab your rucks, plane won’t wait forever.”

“Cannae wait for me to get mah pants oan?” Soap jokes, swatting away Ghost’s hand. Price hums.

“Might wait that long.”

Delusional Yandere Elf

Quick colored sketch to show his colors

all tied up 😏💕