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[misguidedasgardian]

Darkside of the moon III

III. Heat wave

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Summary: You believed it was a spontaneous night, but you couldn’t be more wrong. 

Warnings: OOC, Dark!, stalking, reader has a nut allergy (hehe, relevant to the story), SMUT, threesome, oral sex, unprotected sex (don’t do it), menage a trois, cum eating, kissing, all of it, walk of shame, slightly inspired in Netflix’s series YOU, might miss some warnings. 

Wordcount: 3,3 k

Notes: Alright, I saw the movie yesterday and it was amazing, so… it inspired me. 

“We should eat”, muttered Sue as she separated from you, but she didn’t move far, she sat right by your side, sipping her own cup of wine.

“Yes, what kind of hosts are we if we don’t feed our guest properly?”, every word that man said made your thighs tingle in anticipation. 

“I think i might be hungry for something else”, you didn’t know where that came from, but they seemed pleasantly surprised. 

“You’ll need your strength”, he said, with heated cheeks, you let yourself be spoiled by Sue’s magnificent cooking, they could have fooled you, apparently Reed was a cero in the kitchen but he was getting very good at preparing the food, Sue was the real chef in the family. 

They were also good at making smalltalk as nothing was happening, as you hadn't made out with Sue in the kitchen as Reed watched. 

But watching them both interact was just as erotic, they were so in sync, a mile away you could tell they were so in love, those sweet looks and complicit smiles they shared, and then they looked at you just as tenderly. 

But as soon as they retrieved your plate after you finished your delicious pasta, they were onto you again. 

Of course Sue waited patiently as you sipped timidly your cup of wine, anda as soon as youw ere done, beautifully delicately arms were all around you, tugging at your blazer, taking your hair out of your face, a hungry, soft, probably the softest mouth you’d ever tried was kissing your lips.

It was odd, you were not oblivious to the beauty of other women, and besides those drunken kisses with your friends at parties, you had never kissed a woman with this intention before.

It was breathtaking.

“Dear”, Reed’s voice cut through your haze like a knife, Sue released you just a little so you could take a long breath, “Let her breathe”, he said, you both turned to look at him, he was gripping the marble countertop so hard, like he was restraining himself. You could tell he was liking what he was seeing and took the just restored air out of your lungs.

“Let her get comfortable”, he continued, with a sly smirk, zipping his white wine.

“He likes it when I get them ready for him”, she whispered in your ear, but it wasn’t as hot as she meant it to.

Not for you.

You then remember this, for them, was something to spice up their marriage, nothing more, nothing else. And you were there, they had chosen you for whatever reason and you were willingly going to participate. 

She led you to the couch in the living room. 

You have never been in a situation as similar as this, never. You were trying to let yourself feel, not to get trapped in your mind, to just go with the flow, but it was getting difficult. You were being brought back to your consciousness 

“He is right, you seem tense”, she whispered softly against your ear, “am I coming in too strongly for you, my darling?”, she teased, kissing that spot right under your ear that was a weak spot of yours. 

“No, just… I’ve never done something like this”, you say simply, sitting on the leather couch, Sue followed closely, sitting right by your side. Reed stood in the threshold between the kitchen and the living room, sipping his wine, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

“I want to make sure you are comfortable”, Sue whispered. Now you felt like you were on fire, an ache between your legs, like you tried some sort of heaven and now you had been dragged back to earth. 

“Perhaps our guest would like some dessert first”, he said, he was enjoying this way too much

“Maybe she would like it better if you joined us”, Sue teased, with a loop sided smile, he untied his tie

He came to you, making you even more excited. He sat on the other side of you. His presence was reassuring, he leaned over you and kissed your cheek, and then in that sweet spot right under your ear in your neck, making you draw a small noise of pleasure. 

“There she is”, Sue teased, kissing your lips. With both mouths on you, you felt like you might as well begin levitating. 

“Are you comfortable love?”, asked Reed in your ear, you nodded, “words please”

“Yes I am”, he slowly pulled your shirt away from your body, leaving you only with your bra and everything under your mid section still there. 

Sue released you and dedicated to undo Reed’s shirt instead. And he on his turn released her from her sweater.

“Are we really doing this in the living room?”, she asked breathlessly, as her hands were on you. It was just a tangle of arms and legs at this point, you only wanted more, more of this heat, more of their touches. 

“We should move this to the bedroom”, Reed suggested

“Yes”, she was quick on her feet, grabbing you and making you stand with her, and led you quickly upstairs. You didn’t even have the time to look around. From a second to the next, you were in their room, just the two of you, Reed was nowhere to be found. 

“He is going to love this” she walked towards you to trap you in her arms, she grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you roughly. You could tell she liked to take the lead, and you let her. She devoured you whole and you moaned against her mouth because of how good it felt. 

You had barely noticed that she led you to the bed until the back of your legs hit the mattress and you let yourself fall with Sue on top of you. You placed your hands on her ribcage and caressed her over her soft shirt, she purred against your lips and her mouth left yours to travel down your neck leaving wet kisses and little nibs all over. No matter how desperate it looked, your thighs spread letting her fall between them closing the distance between you 

When Reed entered his room, what he saw almost sent him to the ER, you were laying on his bed with Sue on top of you feasting on your neck and collarbones, your hands were all over the blonde and you were letting out sweet sounds that made his pants way too tight too soon. He could finish on his pants for the sight alone

“There you are” Sue purred, releasing your neck to look at the man. “Look what I got” she teased, looking down at you, kissing you again. She grabbed your pants and pull them off of you, leaving you only in your underwear. 

“Isn’t she the sweetest?” Sue asked as if you weren’t even there. Reed climbed on the bed and kneeled right by your side, he leaned in and kissed you sweetly, you responded immediately, transmitting with your lips how much you wanted him

“And the sweetest”, he completed, as both of them leaned back and looked at you, contemplating in how many ways they wanted to make you theirs. Reed gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and index, making you look at him

“Are you sure you want this sweet girl?” he asked, seriously, you nodded, “I’m gonna need your words” he demanded. 

“I really want you both” you whispered, looking at Sue and then at Reed

“Aren't you a needy little thing?” purred Reed

So they with big smiles leaned in and took turns kissing you. Sue after she dropped some open mouthed kisses she went down your neck like she was when Reed came in, in turn Reed devoured your mouth. It had barely started and you were already overwhelmed, there was so much to touch, to feel, to provoke

“Relax darling” was Sue able to read your thoughts? it seemed like it

“I’m nervous” you whispered, and they stopped, dropping their smiles, “No! no I really want this, more than anything in the world, but I’m just nervous I’m not going to… do it well” 

“Oh honey” Sue purred, she took place between your thighs with a sulky smile, “You are doing great darling” 

“We will guide you,” said Reed, “Don’t you worry” he was kneeling on the bed next to your head. You really wanted to take care of Reed so you sat on the bed to start undressing him, with his help, out of his dressing pants and his shirt.

You both then looked at Sue as she slid her shirt and skirt right off of her, revealing her gorgeous blue set of lingerie

Sue pushed you back into the bed, and with her soft hands she caressed you from your ribcage down your belly, hips and the seam of your panties, with your permission sliding them off your legs.

The light was on, they when Sue pushed your thighs open they both had a perfect view of your glistening pussy, so wet and ready for them it almost hurt you, certainly the air of the room made you squirm in need, you needed to be touched, and you needed to touch them. 

“Please” you begged, not sure for what

“Sue is going to give you what you need” muttered Reed, looking with adoration how Sue leaned over your weeping sex, and dove in. You moaned wantonly when you felt her tongue tracing your slit, using her fingers to open you up, finding what she was looking for. Suddenly she latched on your clit, making you scream in surprise and pleasure 

Reed kneeled right by your head so you touched the hem of his boxers with your fingers and drew them down, releasing his cock. You could barely concentrate, Sue lapping at your clit and caressing your folds teasingly with his fingers, but you needed to return some of the pleasure. You fisted his thick cock slowly, using the drops of precum to cover it. Reed grunted, his dark eyes not leaving the place where Sue was giving you so much pleasure. After fisting him for a couple of times Reed agreed to your silent petition and let you take his cock on your mouth. It felt heavy on your tongue and you moaned around him, making him fist your hair

“Aren’t you a little minx” he purred, when you suck on his tick hungrily, already addicted to his salty flavor. Sue got more intense with her ministrations, started fingering you more rapidly, finding that spongy spot and curling her fingers. This new experience made you cum without any warning into Sue's face. You whimpered, feeling embarrassed as you could stop it and rode your orgasm. She took everything you gave her, helping you prolong your climax with her mouth and fingers 

You moaned into Reed’s cock, wanting to apologize but Sue made you feel you had nothing to be sorry for

“Reed she is delicious” she whispered, cleaning her lips with her tongue, finally releasing you gently and slowly

“Fuck I want a taste” you whined when he made you release him, “But I want to fuck her even more”

“Reed please fuck me” you begged, the blonde laid by your side and kissed you roughly, making you taste yourself in her mouth and you never tasted something more erotic, Sue, and Reed and you all mixed together.

“Can I?”, he asked, you were released by Sue so she let you have your full attention on him. Instead of answering, you looked at Sue for permission. 

“Oh, aren’t you sweet?”, she teased, “of course I want him to fuck you”, she said. You were realising you loved her big blue eyes.

Reed placed himself between your shaky legs, and entered you slowly, making you whimper because of the stretch but you felt so good, so full

“I need your words doll” he said, searching in your face for any kind of indication that you were alright 

“I’m good Reed please don´t stop, fuck me” you begged shamelesly, and he complied, burying himself until he was seated full inside of you. He was so big you felt him in your belly, and you fucking loved it

You moved your hips teasingly, inviting him to move, and with a wide smile he did. Sue was looking at all of it with big eyes and need in her, a warmth that made her skin tingle from every hair in her head to the tip of her toes. 

“Sue” you called, touching her thigh, trying to grab her. She understood instantly, and looked for Reed’s approval, which he gave with an enthusiastic nod

“You sure darling?” she asked

“Yes please Sue, I need to taste you” you cried. She slowly raised her leg and straddled your face, not letting her full weight fall over you, but now you had an amazing view of her pussy. you leaned in to taste her, giving her a lick all over her slit, making her moan loudly. But it wasn’t enough, you hugged her thighs and made her lay all her weight on your face, to be able to devour her properly, which you did. Sue snapped her hips, indicating you exactly where she wanted you, and you obeyed her, giving her everything she wanted and more

In desperation of how good you were making her feel, she leaned over to kiss Reed, who was fucking you slowly, with determination, letting find your own rythm with Sue

Watching you two was like a piece of the more exquisite art, and if it weren’t for his stamina he would’ve finished by now. You two were going to drive him insane. 

You softly started caressing Sue's folds with one finger and introduced it deeper, fingering her slowly. You moved even more desperately. Drove by Reed’s thick cock. She moved her hips, riding your face and you knew she was about to cum, and you felt so good you were the one who was provoking that on her and your chest filled with pride. 

It took one hard thrust from Reed to make you moan into Sue's folds, the vibrations triggered her orgasm, you lapped at her juices happily taking everything she gave. She got off of you when she felt your own orgasm was near. Reed grabbed your hips and started pumping into you roughly, without relent, no mercy. and you, hoping for something to grab took a hold on his forearms, driving yourself to meet his thrusts 

The sound you made, sloppy, wet skin to skin was just filthy, and with one touch of Sue's fingers in your clit you came, hard, perhaps harder than you had ever done. Reed helped you ride your orgasm and then he slid right off of you. making you whimper. But you were so sensitive you actually could pass out right now and have the best sleep of your life

“Are you ok, darling?” Sue appeared in your line of vision, worry tainting her face

“I’m more than fine” you said simply, with a smile that told them you were so close to heaven as it was. She placed herself right beside you, spreading her legs to welcome Reed, who wasted no time in fucking her, nice and slowly, finding his own pace. You didn’t like not participating, so you hug Sue´s side, kissing her slowly, entertwining your legs with hers as Reed fucked her 

Sue begged Reed to go faster with years of practice, and if that should make you feel some sort of jealousy, you only felt lucky they decided to share their bed with you as you held Sue, hearing her draw the most delicious sounds.

With a grunt, watching so much action between the two of you, Reed started pressing and rubbing Sue’s clit to push her orgasm, she reached hers at the same time Reed reached his. 

You could pass out right now from the exhaustion, but the pleasure was becoming addicting

“You can taste Reed on me darling” purred Sue again making you think she can read minds, grabbing your chin and making you look at her. You just nodded, getting on your hands and knees. Sue accommodated under you, spreading her thighs showing you Reed’s work on her.

You dove in right then, lapping at their combined juices and moaning at the taste. 

You were incredibly tired, as were they, so they helped you accommodate under the covers, you really wanted to fight it, but they joined you quickly, turning off the lights, ready to sleep

You felt Reed’s rough lips on you, and then Sue’s soft ones. 

The post climax daze momentarily abandons your hazy mind, letting you see clearly how Reed cuddled Sue into his arms, you at his other side, already becoming cold with the lack of touch. You tried not to be bothered as you fell into unconsciousness right by their side. 

. . . 

You woke up feeling your heart in your throat, it was still early, the sun wasn't even up yet, the morning was looking a bit pale, revealing a looming cloudy day.

You looked at your side and found Mr. and Mrs. Richards curled against one another, with relaxed smiles on their faces. and instead of feeling anything positive you felt your stomach turn. 

It was clearly a fantasy thing, involving a third person in their dynamic for one crazy night, that's what it was, that's what you were, just a one night thing. So you had no reason to give them an awkward morning, you rose from the bed quietly, grabbed your clothes from all over the room and then got quickly dressed in the hallway. It was an easy feat to do, the synthetic floorboards didn't even make a sound as you moved around. 

Why did you feel guilty then? you couldn't stay there! cuddle in and greet them good morning, they were a marriage, and you were an accessory, almost… something kinky they did one night. 

The big entrance door was more of a challenge, you closed it as slowly as you could and it still made a ruckus, but you were out anyway. 

Shelley was awake when you got home, went to receive you with her judgy little eyes that seemed to know what you were up to last night, she meowed in discontent, in a manner that made you feel guilty for abandoning her, you were here to keep her company, not leave her to get laid in a threesome… 

A threesome

You had a threeway with Mrs. and Mr. Richards

If you weren’t there yourself you would have never believed it. 

Before you even did anything else, you so much as ran towards the kitchen, and quickly pull the curtains of the window, you then repeated the process with all the curtains that led to the side building

And when you were done you felt guilty.

They gave you a great night and now you were hiding from them?

Yes.

You didn’t know what you were going to do if you ever saw them again. 

But in a predominant part of your mind, reigned the thought that now that they had you they were going to avoid you, you had nothing to do with them anyways. Yes, now that they had you, they were going to probably ignore you, to avoid any problems with the school.

Yes, even if the thought made you bitter, it is what was for the best. 

You were not going to be the awkward one, it had been an amazing night, and that was how it was going to stay.

[misguidedasgardian]

dark aide of the moon update when..?🥹🥹

Heeyyy! so... the BIG scene is coming up, and i haven't been feeling particularly kinky recently jiji but I'm having a couple chats in janitor ai and I swear I'm getting inspired! hahaha, it's coming soon I promise

[misguidedasgardian]

hey big fan - was wondering if you’d ever consider resuming basement wives? was very excited to get up to Lees part.

Thank you love!

Ufff I just want to say I never intended not to kept writing something jeje, but when I wrote BW I was in such a specific mindset... kinda dark, and I don't know if I can channelize that again... I love happy endings and for many of the girls I didn't see one happening and specially with Steve, I just... creeped myself out, you know? Can't make any promises, just saying none of my works are lost causes to me jiji.

Someday, I think is my answer

[misguidedasgardian]

Please please please don’t leave Tumblr 🥺😔! I love your writings and this place would feel emptier without your stories. Especially ‘Amor vincit omnia’… it’s a masterpiece. And the thought of losing that work of art forever… makes me want to cry 😭

I'm sorry :( I don[t have plans to leave yet, I'm sorry, this place, this blog I built, still makes me proud. Even if I decide I will not post anymore I don't have the heart to delete it or anything!

I'm still here.

Thank you, I love you noonie ❤️

[misguidedasgardian]

When you're writing and you suddenly realize you don't know what happens next

[misguidedasgardian]

Finalmente comprendo a mi papá cuando una vez ya estaba chato y me lanzó la mítica frase

“Haz la wea que querai”

[misguidedasgardian]

I’m on my closeted otaku fase again

Let me know if you are q Naruto Fan and if you like to talk about it jejeje

[misguidedasgardian]

saw an elderly woman walking around with a tote bag whose design were the four AO3 fic category squares and she very excitedly asked if i was a reader or a writer bcs nobody else at the con had recognized it, and after telling her that i've been writing fic since fanfic.net, she solemnly nodded and explained that she'd been reading fic since "the days of personal websites" but that she only started writing fanfic when she was 47 and oh my god when i tell you that i genuinely teared up on the spot!!!!! like!!! HELL YEAH???? LITERALLY NEVER TOO OLD TO START WRITING. NEVER TOO OLD TO WRITE AND SHARE YOUR FIC.

her enthusiastic "i'm a very nice and bubbly person, i swear! but i love writing angst and major character death :)" nearly took me the fuck out.

icon. legend. diva. i wish her nothing but a kajillion million comments and kudos. i hope her fic updates crash AO3. i hope she knows i'm promoting her to my personal patron saint of AO3.

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[misguidedasgardian]

We loosin' writers left and right on here.

We loosin' inspiration too, because I post and get so little fucking comments, then I search for the stories I'm following and not a fucking update either.

Dude I don't wanna be here anymore.

And for those who had been here since forever, I love you! and you are the reason I'm still here, following me through fandoms and the weirdest stories jeje

Anyways... it's getting so boring just scrolling here.

Is A03 the way? I personally don't like it very much, the format is just... not good looking, but... if I have no choice...

[misguidedasgardian]

Alrightttt I was asleep on the wheel with THIS AMAZING FIC I re-read it all and the pic picture it painted was AMAZING

Uuufff finally what we were waiting for HAPPENED! and AAAAHHHHH I can't believe ittt!!

I just want to say I didn't (as reader) wanted to trust catfish and I do not enjoy the relationship they had because ITS DANGEROUS, Joel already threatened his boy AARRRRGGGHHHH I hate him but he is so delicious! and now that this didn't have the effect on reader that he intended, things will only get messier! AND MORE DANGEROUS! AAAHHHH and his rection on the previous chapter when they spoke about plan b's??? UUUHHHHH Breeding kink coming up! is the scenery you wrote about Joel's breeding kink coming to life? was it a flash forward? AAHHH

Anyways, aahhhhhhh this fic is amazing.

Love you! I hope to hear about you soon! I hope you are doing great! ❤️

thunder

Summary: Catfish is made to choose.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOOOOT EATTTT. Noncon, dubcon, fingering, unprotected p in v, male masturbation, degradation, mean and dark joel.

Pairings: Dark! Joel Miller x reader, Dark! Javier Peña x reader, Dark! Marcus Acacius x reader, Dark! Oberyn Martell x reader, Dark! Agent Whiskey x reader, Dark! Dieter Bravo x reader, Dark! Frankie Morales x reader

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Hands. Warm, calloused and thick.

They lulled you awake, that and the shift on the bed.

Your sleep tiptoed the line between wakefulness and deep bliss, it had been like that ever since you arrive to the house. You mushed your face closer into the pillow, the softness a newfound pleasure. Behind the stench of sex that emanated from the room, you picked the scent of something new. The bed sheets were from your town.

Just down the street from were your house was at, your mom usually made you pick up fresh linens every now and then. Softies.

When a palm nudged your collarbones, pain bounced all over your body. You clenched your thighs, a reflect, the sting greeted you fiercely.

"Puppy," He called out, and you flinched. He caught you still, mere inches away from the bed's edge. "Wake up."

His voice went deeper, a command. You blinked, peeling your eyes open to the darkness of the room. Your reality. Your arms tightened around the pillow as an anchor to life.

"Someone wants a bite out of ya," He drawled, and his breath fanned against the exposed crook of your neck. "seems like he waited long enough for this."

Someone new?

"N-no." You whimpered, no more please. The memories of earlier flooded your mind, their touch everywhere, violating and degrading. It hurt to even talk, throat hoarse. "Please Joel, no more."

His hand traveled down your spine, over the curve of your ass. It sent shivers at it's wake, fondled new bruises. You crossed your knees, and felt him sneer against your hair as he forced his hand in between them.

You jerked onto your elbows, giving him the chance to scoop an arm under your ribs and press your side to his chest. His fingers roughly searched for your entrance.

"Thought you'd be more excited for him." He grunted, and your fleeting hand came to grip at his bicep. His voice was laced with venom, and it pierced through your ears in the silence of the night. "There, there."

His pointer and middle circle your hole, swollen and sensitive. He played around with the remains of his assault on you, still buried and leaking.

"Stop it." someone seethed. Your frantic panic ceased, just in case, before adjusting to the timbre of the voice.

Catfish.

You let out a breathe of relief, body almost relaxing against Joel's. But he chuckled, pulling his digits out off your folds, just for them to smear against your thigh and hitch your knee off the bed.

Pain shot across your hips and muscles, and shame rose to your cheeks. Being so bare in front of Catfish seemed like a stupid thing to worry about, but still felt so wrong.

"He has finally caved in to get a piece of ya."

Your blood froze and your eyes shot open, fully awake.

"Haven't ya, Catfish?" He sang again, smugness written all over his tone. "Come here and take your price."

And then, something horrible happened. The bed dipped, the tell tale sound of a zipper, and Joel shuffled just slightly to the side.

"Catfish." You begged with renewed vigor. Tears threatened to spill as his hands gently wrapped around your hips.

And he didn't respond, instead Joel chuckled. "Aww, what's the matter baby? Not excited to see your little friend?" He mocked, fingers digging cruelly into the soft flesh of your thigh as he pulled your side against his hardening cock. "Catfish has been dying to get his hands on this sweet little ass. And now, he's finally going to get his chance."

The bed creaked as Catfish climbed onto it, the mattress dipping under his weight. You could feel the heat of his body, the barely restrained hunger radiating off him. Terror gripped your heart as you realized he was positioning himself behind you, his cock gently tapping against your skin.

Joel laughed, a wicked sound in the dark room, and fisted a hand in your hair. He wrenched your head back, forcing you to look at Catfish as he loomed over you, and his face, oh his face.

He was scared. You could tell from the moonlight slipping through the blinds, his big puppy dog eyes, the way he looked unsteady on his knees. Catfish didn't want to hurt you.

"I'm sorry." He mouthed, and his hand held his cock as if it was a burden.

"Catfish..." You repeated, now in painful understatement. Your heart sobbed, it ached for him. He was being forced as much as you were.

Joel sneered at Catfish's hesitation, his grip on your hair tightening painfully. "Come on, don't be a pussy. She's just a little fuckhole, nothing more. Don't tell me you're scared of a slut like her?"

He used his free hand to reach back and smack your ass hard, the sound echoing obscenely in the room. Your flesh jiggled from the impact, and you couldn't hold back a sob. "Fucking take her, man. Shut her up with your cock like a real man would."

Catfish flinched at the harsh words and the sharp sting on your ass. His hands trembled as they gripped your hips, gently, almost reverently. He looked into your eyes, his own filled with anguish and apology.

He bowed his head as the warmth of his body enveloped yours. You felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against your folds, smearing them with your own arousal. Your muscles fluttered traitorously with a mix of fear and reluctant anticipation.

"There you go," Joel praised, grinding his hard on against your hip. "once ya get a fill, you're never gonna stop pounding into this pussy."

Catfish shuddered, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. It wasn't on purpose, that you knew. You felt the head of his cock catch on your entrance, your body instinctively clenching down. With a shuddering breath, he slowly pushed forward, the thick length of him parting your folds and sinking into your core inch by excruciating inch.

You squirmed, the pain in your abused cunt far too great. He bottomed with a choked groan, planting his palms at the sides of your face. Joel's arms slithered out off the way, making room for Catfish as he settled against the bed head.

You whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of your tightly shut eyes at the painful intrusion stretching you open once more. Your body trembled, muscles fluttering weakly around the thick shaft impaling you, trying in vain to adjust to the size and girth of Catfish's cock. The pain was intense, radiating through your core and making it hard to breathe.

Joel reached out and grabbed Catfish's hip, squeezing the firm muscle. "Fuck, she's so goddamn tight. You better not fucking cum too soon, man. I want to see you ruin this cunt properly."

Catfish didn't dignify his words with an answer, but he did press a warm kiss against your hair before he gently pulled his hips back. A soft sound escaped your lips.

Joel scoffed, rolling his eyes at Catfish's gentleness. "Don't be a fucking pussy. She can take more than that. You have a lot at stake here, boy."

Ignoring Joel's crude encouragement, Catfish continued his slow retreat until just the tip of his cock remained inside you. Then, with a deep breath, he pushed forward again, sinking back into your tight heat with a low groan.

He set a steady, if gentle, pace, his hips rolling in a rhythm that allowed you to slowly adjust to his size. Each thrust sent sparks of reluctant pleasure mixing with the pain, your body instinctively clenching down around the hard length filling you.

Catfish leaned down, his chest pressing against your back as he peppered your shoulder and neck with soft kisses. His hands slid up your sides, cupping your breasts and kneading the soft mounds gently as he moved above you. The gentleness of it all made you yearn.

Joel watched the intimate scene with a mix of boredom and disgust, his own cock throbbing against your hip. Yet hidden beneath his stoic stare there was a layer of jealousy he wouldn't admit to. "Fucking hell, you're going to ruin her with that slow shit," he muttered. "She's not a goddamn blushing bride, you know."

But Catfish paid him no mind, focused solely on the woman beneath him, determined to bring her pleasure even as he took his own. His thrusts grew a bit harder, a bit faster, but still remained carefully controlled, thoughtful. You allowed a moan to bubble from your throat, muffled by the pillow.

Catfish's breath hitched, a shudder running through his body as he heard your sweet sounds. He could feel your walls fluttering around his cock, your body responding to his gentle thrusts despite the pain and unwillingness. Emboldened, he began to pick up the pace, hips rolling in a steady rhythm.

Joel snorted derisively, and you heard a zipper going down once more. "That's more like it," he growled. "Stop being a pussy and fuck her like you mean it. Show her what a real man feels like."

Catfish ignored him, lost in the feeling of your silken heat enveloping him. His hands slid down to your thighs, pushing them further apart to open you more to his increasingly powerful thrusts. The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each forceful drive of his hips.

"Catfish." You mewled, pressing your forehead against the silk. You had never been fucked like this.

Soft grunts and pants spilled from Catfish's lips as he lost himself in the pleasure of your body. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and your muffled moans as he began to take you with more fervor.

Joel watched, stroking his own aching cock as Catfish's thrusts grew harder, more demanding. Your body rocked with each slam of his hips, the force of his lust shaking the bed. The pleasure built slowly, the pain fading into the background as your treacherous nerves sang with new sensations.

Joel's eyes narrowed as he watched Catfish lose himself in your willing body, a jealous rage building in his chest. His hand moved faster over his own throbbing cock, squeezing and stroking with a harsh, angry rhythm. The sight of your bliss-filled body licked at Joel with a bitter fury. But it will all serve a purpose.

Catfish's movements became erratic, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he neared his peak. A guttural groan tore from his throat, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave deep bruises as he slammed into you one last time. Your eyes rolled back, feeling him impossibly deep.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he roared, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finally found his release. Hot, thick ropes of cum painted your insides, mingling with Joel's seed. His body shuddered and jerked above you, lost in the throes of his intense high.

He panted above you, almost loosing his balance. He bent down to get a better look, your face scrunched in pleasure-pain.

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[misguidedasgardian]

GLADIATORS

AEGON I

MASTERLIST

Summary: Watching the gladiators wasn’t enough for you anymore, luckily, your good sister in law’s friend Alys can indulge you in a one to one meeting

Pairing: Gladiator!Slave!Aegon II Targaryen x Matrician!Reader

Warnings: Slavery!, cursing, people trafficking, a birth! (not very explicit), sexism of the times, roman customs, talks about death or life of a child, infidelity (which I don’t condone), adultery, smut, MIGHT MISS SOME WARNINGS

MINORS DNI + 18

Wordcount: 3k (shorter then the rest)

Notes: This is my first time writing Aegon, let’s see where this leads, this one is ‘darker’ than the others, I really hope you are into this… This reader is older, a mom <3 and a wife! and kind  mean, I HAD TO WRITE THE WHOLE THING ALMOST AGAIN I was repeating with readers… I realized I had written a lot of the other readers in this one so I took a drastic turn, made her more… different… I’d say… hehe hoped you like! sorry for the delay

“Push domina!”, you heard, as a cold rag was placed on your forehead

“Shut the hell up you cunt!”, you screamed at the top of your lungs, as you tried, with all your strength, as you had done before, the longest seconds of your life passed before you felt the familiar relief as you pushed your child from your body. 

An immediate cry resounded all over the room and that made you almost life, but it was more like a twisted cackle

“Another girl”, you heard, so your relief was short lived… and another whine escaped your lips, this one, broke your own heart, it was a shattering sound. You saw them wrap her up on linens, as she cried, they shared looks and turned their backs on you, heading to the door after they cleaned her

“WAIT!”, you screamed, your throat raw, “let me see her”, you begged them

“Apologies Domina, we must present her first”, said the one slave you always forgot the name of.

“No”, you whined, and they took her from you. You swore then and there that if your fucking husband decided against her life, you’d have his fucking balls nailed alongside him in a cross in the square, right in front of the curia.  

“A girl dominus”, said the slave, bowing profusely, leaving the little babe at the foot of the reclinium her father was laying at. 

“If I say death, she’ll have my balls!”, he exclaimed, “I give her life”, he said then after a sigh, with a wave of his hand, the slave was quick to take the babe off the surface and took her back to her mother. 

You held your breath until you saw the slave coming back with your little baby girl in her arms, and you could breathe again as she was placed in your arms

“Dominus has given her life”, she claimed solemnly, of course he did. “She is perfect domina”, she said with a nod to her head

“I want to name her Aurelia”, you whispered lovingly, looking down at your daughter, as your two other girls, she kept the Baratheon features through and through, this one though, seemed to have inherited the colour of your eyes.

The medicus came after, to examine you and the babe, and give you a tonic to soothe the afterbirth pains

“She won’t stop popping up girls!”, he shouted

“So what?”, chuckled Robert

“I have no male heirs!”

“Boys are a bother”, he laughed, “I wish I had three of my sweet Myrcella, I would sell the others at the market if it weren’t for Cersei”, Borros laughed as he shook his head, “I’ll tell you what… I’ll trade you Joffrey for Julia”, he whispered in his brother’s ear

“Very funny… Julia is my favorite”, he mumbled 

“You’ll not trade my son”, said Cersei arriving at the triclinium, she layed in the sofas in front of the two men, and took a goblet of wine to drown the cheeses and bread that were offered.  “Aurelia is a delight Borros”, she congratulated, “congratulations”

“Besides! we will have an empress soon enough”, said Robert, “If a woman can inherit the Republic, why not a stupid house with a couple of acres around it and money in the temple?”, he asked. Cersei smiled into her goblet

“She will never inherit the Republic and sit before the senate”, she mumbled

“Why the hell not?”, asked Robert, and his wife and brother looked at him amazed, “is that what your father says?”, he mocked softly, husband and wife shared meaningful looks of defiance 

“The senate, meaning us, will never allow it”, said Borros, ignorant of the tension between his brother and his wife.

“Why?”, he asked again, playing with his brother, “she knows how to read and write, where is the North and where’s the south”, clearly mocking his brother, who had never been the brightest, or rather…wasn’t the best… with the tutors in their youth

“She couldn’t go to war!”, he said then, frowning, cheeks heated

“The emperor hasn't gone to war in decades! That's why he has us! That's why they can appoint consuls!”, he said simply

“Well, he has you who will jump at the first opportunity to lead the armies into battle”, said Borros.

“Exactly, that’s why the consuls are there, when is put in question, I’ll vote for her ascent”, he said, “I like her, she’s got fire and strength”

“She is a statue sitting alongside her father”

“Nah, she is listening, watching, everything and everyone, she’s got you all fooled”, he said pointing at each with his goblet, “remember my words! that woman will change the entire world!”

“She might be the smartest person in the room, but she is still a woman!”, said his brother

“Is that all it takes to be emperor? a little sausage between your legs?”, he asked then, “not divine bloodline? not strength and allies?”

“Dominus”, greeted one of the slaves, interrupting the quickly heating discussion, “here’s Aurelia”, Robert signaled the slave when his brother did not receive her, and took his niece in his arms. 

“Look at this little one”, cooed Robert as he held the newborn in his big arms, “she is perfect! Congratulations brother, especially because she takes after her mother! blessed by the gods!”, he laughed. 

“She is a little doll”, said Cersei with a soft smile.

“Wouldn’t you want this one, Julia, Cornelia or Myrcella to become leaders of our families one day? or be in the senate themselves?”, naming all the daughters they had between the two couples, he cooed towards the little baby. 

“Well, no when there’s Joffrey”, said Cersei simply, luckily, she missed the hiss that twisted her husband’s face, as he played with the newborn 

Three months later 

The crowd of the busy street of King’s landing parted before you like the waves, they did so because you are accompanied by none other than Cersei Lannister, and her platoon of soldiers, no other reason, although your lineage was no less impressive. 

“He said he will divorce me if I can’t procure a male heir”, you said angrily, to her, trying to ignore the lingering eyes on the two of you, “he is going to take my girls! he doesn’t even want them!”, Cersei nodded as she pulled into your arm.

“Robert does not miss the opportunity to tell me he will never give me a divorce”, she said then after a longing sigh 

“Really?”, you asked, frowning

“He says he would never want to make me that happy”, she said with twisted look on her face, “but I know in reality is because he doesn’t want to keep the children, he knows that it would kill me if he takes them, but before I die I’d take him with me”, you hummed deep in thought.

But it made sense, as the husband was the one that took the children in case of a divorce

“But no matter, sweet sister”, she said, squeezing your arm, “I have just the thing to help you”. With just a look on her face the guards stood on both sides of the door to an establishment, there was no name to indicate what might be, although everyone knew about it. 

it was an apothecary… or at least, that was on the front. You smiled. Since you married into the family seven years ago, you wondered how Cersei could withstand Robert, she always seemed so… content… then you heard the rumors of her relationship with the one and only Alys Rivers… and then you started to look at your sister by law quite differently… almost with admiration

Almost

You had not managed to fully earn her trust, and in the last few years you worked very hard on that purpose, but the threat of Borros divorcing you finally seemed to do the trick, as now she had invited you along to her… continuous visits to “the apothecary”

“I thought you’d never bring me along”, you teased, she smiled at you. 

“Believe, I don’t do this lightly, she will help…”, she said, “it worked for me, and we are married to the same… entity”, she, as always, chose her words carefully, as she pulled you inside. 

The both of you entered the place, a strong smell of herbs hit your face as you did, but you didn’t have to put up with it much longer, you were led to the back by an old woman minding the apothecary, that could barely walk, she’d be a good front, you’d think.

She led you towards the center of the square, 

The house had two faces, leading to two different but parallel streets. 

You reached the back through an open corridor, and then… you reached another, smaller house in the heart of the block

A beautiful woman with long black curls exited it to receive you

“My darling”, she muttered with a velvety voice. It was none other than Alys Rivers, bastard sister of the Lanista Larys Strong. 

“It’s very pleasant to finally gaze upon you”, Cersei greeted, and kissed each other's cheeks twice.

“And who might this be?”, she asked as she finally seemed to notice you, standing nervously behind Cersei

“My sister by-law”, presented Cersei, giving her your name, you smiled at her, with excitement in your eyes and complicit in your lips, and she caught on immediately. 

“Then you must be as discrete as my dear Cersei”, she said carefully, you nodded slowly, not interrupting the eye contact

“I am, indeed”, you whispered. 

Without further words she stating walking back towards the small villa in the center of the block, and once you crossed the threshold, it was like crossing to another world entirely.

You came across a passage, with several doors on each side. The light seemed not to have entered the spaces in years, instead oil lamps and candles lit up the thin corridor. As you walked down the hallway, you discovered painting, depicting scenes of sex: orgies and other scenarios that and your skin tingled in anticipation.

Yes, you knew exactly what your sister in law had been doing, and you wanted to do it too.

Borros indulged in the company of other women, why shouldn’t you indulge in the company of other men? You had heard what he said about you, about your beautiful girls, he was disappointed. Well, you were disappointed in him as well. He lacked the lover’s touch, he cared not for your pleasure, he took what he wanted, when he wanted it and that was it.

You wanted more

You deserved more

Since you married Borros he would drag you to the Coliseum, to watch gladiator fights, soon it was you who was more interested in attending said fights.

You cared not for the blood or blades, but the men that drew them. 

Muscular, thick men, with rough hands and fire in their veins.

And finally, your wish was going to come true,

“As you may know, this is the house where your most hidden desires come to life”, Alys, as the house she ruled, was similar, mysterious, delightful, and hot as the summer sun. “My gladiators delight the men in the arena, and the women in this very domus”, she teased as she walked ahead of you. She didn’t even stop at the end of the hallway, she just opened the door.

A strong smell of incense hit your nose, and inside you could barely see. not a window in sight, but oil lamps and candles lit the huge space, where whatever you looked you could find big beds, the finest silks, tapestries, and everything.

This early in the day, you could only distinguish faint silhouettes roaming around the room, manly silhouettes, you may add. You could barely see, but at the same time you felt like you didn’t need to, you could feel, the smoke coming from the incense help to keep things hidden and discret, as Alys had said. Perfect to do what you wanted to do, without being spotted.

“my love…”, you noticed that now Alys didn’t use her name, but your sister bylaw just nodded and made herself at home, getting lost behind one of the curtains and out of your sight. “And what are we going to do with you, my darling?”, she asked you.

You were nervous

Yes you fantasized about Gladiators, but none in particular 

“Would you like someone experienced?”, she tried, “someone rough?”

“I just gave birth three moons ago”, you said, suddenly shy

“I understand”, she said, “so someone, gentler, perhaps, passionate, but not rough, soft, but not lacking the strength of the arena”, you nodded slowly, you were still sensitive, so that description sounded exactly what you needed 

She led you back to one of the rooms in the hallway, she knocked twice and then she opened the door slowly.

The room was painted red, only a single bed in the middle, and two oil lamps. It wasn’t less lavish, tapestries hung by the walls in the most Bravosi style, as were the designs of the fabrics.

But you paid it no mind, as lounging lazily in the bed, layed a handsome man. His body was not completely rippled by muscles, but you could tell he wielded a sword as swiftly as one would a pencil. His face was manly, and handose, but his hairs… oh his hairs…

“He and his brother are from the far lands of Lys, that’s why their hairs are the colour of silver”, Alys presented with her velvety voice. “this is Aegon”

“Hello Aegon”, you said, missing your words.

“I’ll leave you alone”, she said, and left you alone with him

You thought you should be nervous, but in reality, you weren’t, you wanted to eat that man up from head to toe, you wanted to mount him like he was a bull.

He stood from the bed, his cock only hidden by his subligaria.

“So, have you done…?”, his question was trapped in his lips and you threw yourself over him, trapping his mouth with yours. 

He caught on, immediately, he grabbed you, roughly, but with soft hands, and as quick as he was, soon you were bare in front of him. He separated himself from you, only to gaze upon you, with those purple eyes of him blown out,

“I love patrician women”, he purred

“Shut up”, you demanded, “I did not come here to hear you talk about others”, you said quickly, he was quick to smirk, he grabbed you then, dropped you to the bed

“Right to it then”, he seemed entertained, and as you looked at him, you realised you couldn’t have picked a more different man then your husband.

Oh, that simpleton.

You thought about this so many times, about finding someone who could finally scratch that itch, and Aegon could be that person. 

He was over you in a second, trapping your lips with his.

The only man you ever had was Borros, and this, only as he loomed over you, kissing you, it was a world apart. He was so sensual, so dominating. Yes you were sensitive as you gave birth months ago, but all of that seemed forgotten as his greedy hands grabbed your soft body. 

He went straight to it, he parted your thighs and accommodated himself between them. 

You did not know what led you to do this, maybe the years of oppression from your family and your husband, maybe the fact that your husband cares not for your pleasure, whatever it might be. You liked that it took you there.

He tried you first, his thick fingers explored your folds to make sure you were wet enough for him, the mere touch bringing you to needy whimpers, spreading your legs wider.

After that, you don’t remember much about the order of the events.

He fucked you

Thoroughly y and deliciously 

Once he entered you slowly and realized you were in nothing but pleasure, he grew more confident and star fucking into you roughly, fast as he grabbed your hips.

If the rest of the house could hear your screams of ecstasy, you cared little for it. You let yourself be fucked by him in this position, and the next one, in all fours with him behind you, and then you rode him, as he were a wild bull. 

You found your pleasure in his arms, over and over again.

And when he was done, releasing himself inside of you, you got up from the bed, leaving him to spend right there on the bed, serving himself a cup of wine. And then you got dressed and left him as he was smirking. 

You returned to the main space of the house, there you found Cersei and Alys, chatting in a manner that told you they were sharing secrets, whe they saw you approaching, they both smiled widely at you.

“We must leave you”, said Cersei, “we are missed at home”, she said quickly.

You had this feeling that you ‘let you have your fun’ but still you had this feeling that you were not all the way on the same side with her.

It has always been this way now that you think about it.

“Thank you for your… services”, you said slowly to the woman, as you paid her. She took the gold coins for you and smiled.

“I hope to see you soon”, she whispered. 

Cersei and you left with no more words exchanged. 

“And to think you’d keep this from me”, you said teasingly, as you found yourselves back in the courtyard, she only smirked at you as you exited the building

You were exhilarated, you couldn't believe what you just did, you felt so amazing, so free.

You couldn’t wait until you came back. 

“Don’t forget to drink the tea”, she only said, as you returned to the shop and bought precisely that, “my dear brother by law is dense, but not as dense not to notice a babe with silver strands in his head”

You felt like a child being chided. 

Your ego was somewhat bruised, but, the pleasure has been such, you were willing to let it slide. 

For now.

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Post chapter notes: Why Borros and not Stannis? Why Robert or not.. another? I don’t know…. truly… when I started writing it I realized that I wanted Cersei hahaha and she just manifested herself there, don’t know what to tell you, this took a life of its own, she is the only one who I imagined could be into that sort of thing, with Alys and all, imagine those two beautiful Milfs hehehe. Also, I don’t know why i’m using so much space talking about him… BUT… Robert is waaaaay nicer in this scenario, he never became King, so yes he whores around, and he did married Cersei, but he ‘wars’ whenever he can and I want to believe he is thinner and as Cersei described him when they married, a very handsome man, still undecided who fathered the children though. Robert, as the other ‘senators’ will take more importance as the story develops! I’m also using them to slip in true facts about the Ancient romans lives’

[misguidedasgardian]

I have a LOT written about a Sugarbaby!Reader x Bucky Barnes (AU where he is a millionaire) but never finished and now I’m not in SS’s fandom…

But I’m in Pedro Pascal’s and Harry Castillo from Materialists is looking nice for a sugar daddy

[misguidedasgardian]

IF I were to write something about an JohnWick!Assassin!reader, who should I pair her with?

I really wanted to write something with Will or Frankie (of triple frontier) but don’t know how to mix it up! Another hottie I could think about (that is in action movies) is August Walker

Think about Henry Cavill, Pedro Pascal, Charlie Hunnam, maybe even Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan… don’t know… I’ve been dying to write some with a lot of action jeje

[misguidedasgardian]

People who bring out their hate in here because of race ARE SICK IN THE HEAD.

I won't loose another author in this hellhole to sick racists, because that is what you are.

There must be something truly WRONG with you, if you seat behind your computer and take the time and effort to write hate to someone specifically for the colour of their skin that they write proudly in here.

GET CHECKED, OR GET FUCKED ASSHOLES

I can't believe this is 2025 and still we need to be writing this crap AND IN TUMBLR, dude, X? threads? fuck off to there! MFSSSS you need to come down here to Tumblr and spreading your hate like the exorcists puke, FOR WHAT? REALLY MOTHERFUCKERS write ME an ask and tell me WHYYYYY

Why bother someone who only wants to share what they wrote with our favorite authors? uh? WHY?

Again, you must be truly sick in the head, to bother someone who does nothing but to share their magic with us, to give us an scape of our lives to fantasize about hotties we love.

Truly SICK

I'm writing this to EVERYONE who took A MINUTE of their miserable lives to write a single word of hate in here.

GET CHECKED BY A PROFESSIONAL, OR GET FUCKED

first i'm called a slur, then i'm ganged up on for defending myself, and now i'm being accused of using ai to write my fics? awesome. great. it's obvious that there are some individuals that want me out of this fandom and while i usually like to pride myself in having tough skin—i genuinely don't think i want to be here anymore. lol.

congrats anons, you did it! you made me feel like shit! i know you're probably celebrating on your end of the screen that you're so close to running off another black writer from this fandom so congratu-fucking-lations. idk what exactly the prize is so enjoy your dbf fics and your shitty spanish and fetishized content of a brown latino immigrant man.

and i can already see it now: people accusing me of throwing a temper tantrum or trying to get sympathy by writing this post but honestly what the fuck ever. i know who i am, my truths, and the people who really know me recognize how absurd all of this is because it's BLATANTLY clear that this witch hunt you motherfuckers are starting is rooted in racism solely because i'm one of the few out and proud black writers in this cursed fandom. you can sit there and lie and say that's not the reason why but it is and the same way y'all are saying karma is gonna circle back on me and my mutuals—it's also going to catch up to you and your heinous spirits.

i might take a day or two to sit with this and truly evaluate if sticking around is worth it but man, from the bottom of my heart: FUCK Y'ALL

[misguidedasgardian]

I want to write a story about a badass reader, after watching Ballerina and AHS: Coven (weird mix I know) I want to write a cool story about a cool assasin unbeatable reader or a powerful witch reader, or a super hero reader.

Don't know which one though.

I was thinking Kikimora assasin x Triple frontier boys, but I don't know how to merge that, or what other hot boys would be there as their love interests. (We have Norman Reedus though jiji)

Or a superhero reader on a multiverse sort of things The Boys Marvel x DC heroes.

Or a cool ass witch? her love interest being a witch hunter, she is at an academy like AHS? aaahhh

Or a Goddess reader perhaps? just elarning her powers?

The possibilities are endless

I might have something written.... in some of those worlds... but nothing concrete enough to begin posting jeje

Ufff just thinking 'outloud', getting it out there waiting for some inspiration jiji

[misguidedasgardian]

i’m going to hold your hands when i say this and i am only going to be kind about it once: ai does not belong in fandom spaces, ever. not in writing, not in art, not in video, not at all. it does not matter how bad you want to see your favourite characters kiss, or how much you need a bit of help finishing a chapter, or whatever.

make friends with artists. commission somebody. learn to draw yourself. ask for a beta read. try a writing partnership. fandom spaces are communities, so engage with them! it is about the journey and the fact that we all love something enough to create and build together about that thing.

spending 30 seconds to kill a tree and get an AI to push out some soulless empty piece of “content” is antithetical to the entire point of being engaged with fandom, and if you’ve taken to doing this you should really reconsider if you belong in these spaces with the rest of us.