#cw consent issues

[codcoward]

Since AO3 is back online, can finally crosslink my SoapGhost fics! Only many months late... oof. I'll be keeping them anonymous on there so people looking at my account for other things don't get jumpscared, but I'll link any more I post here

Bear Teeth - Explicit, A/B/O, Alpha/Alpha --Dubious Consent(though written to be pretty much consensual!)

Debark - Whump, Hurt/Comfort

Work, and Doing It - Explicit, Fingering, Coming Untouched --Undernegotiated Kink

And Power, his Kingdom - Konig/Soap/Ghost, Explicit, Consensual Non-Consent, Size Kink --Consensual with Implied Negotiation, but still possibly triggering. Warned for Rape/Non-Con just in case.

Of Inversion - Explicit, A/B/O, Role Reversal

[whatever-you-can-give-me]

I'm NOSY I wanna know about both proxy catharsis and benefit of the doubt. I feel like Get Bugged In speaks for herself honestly

proxy catharsis is here and get bugged in is here!

benefit of the doubt is a fic about trimax vashwood's Intricate Rituals "i know you know i know you know i know—" and general communication via significant pauses and shoulder-punching backfiring directly into them being Kind Of Bad At Consent. they work it out eventually they're just completely incompetent at the kind of intimacy they want to have with each other AND at having normal boundaries.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

damnbluewires said: some of my fav fics ever in dubcon are cross wired and a thorough examination (sorry for no links)

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All good! I think I found them:

Cross Wired by PrettyArbitrary (E, 7,168 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Dark  Characters AU || Rape/Non-Con, Trigger, Dubious Consent, Fantasies, Sensory Deprivation, Knifeplay, Asphyxiation, Bloodplay, Bondage, Possessive Behaviour, Captivity, Rough / Unsafe Sex, Bad Decisions) – John reads Sherlock's diary. It turns out that this is not his first mistake.

A Thorough Examination / In Depth by emungere (E, 15,884 w., 2 Ch. || Rape/Non-Con Elements, Dubious Consent, Sounding, E-Stim, Dark, Medical Kink, Psychological Manipulation, Guns, Emotional Manipulation, Suicidal Thoughts) – Sherlock watched John's mouth as that smile slid away too quickly. There had been something there, something he'd not had time to analyze. He was left with the unsettling impression of having witnessed an expression that didn't belong on John Watson's face at all. In its wake it left the equally unsettling thought that perhaps he didn't know John as entirely as he thought he did.

baby, darling

any chance for dubcon?

i have not found any list of yours and im having troubles on ao3 due to many fics instead being 'not dubcon'

thabks!

Hey Lovely!

I DO have a list! It's called Non-Consent / Dubious Consent on Page 2 of my Masterpost!

If anyone has something to suggest, please do!

[gabessquishytum]

tw stepfamily fantasy, age difference. Human AU.

I promise this is Dreamling, stay with me lol

When Time dies, Night is eager to find herself a strapping young husband. Enter Hob, who has heard that the widow Endless is filthy rich. Don't get him wrong, Night IS a beautiful woman, but it's the money he's after. He charms her easily enough, and in less than 6 months they're married and living together in her huge mansion... it's only then that Hob gets to know her kids.

He knew she had 7 of them, of course, but, well, this is a lot. The eldest two seem well-adjusted enough, sort of, but they're early 20's and out of the house already? The youngest boy ran away from home and no one bothered to look for him. Del and Despair aren't getting any mental health care they seem to badly need. And then there's Desire and Dream.

Desire is beautiful and charming and smart as a whip, but they change sexual partners more often than most people do underwear and they're only 16. They love their twin but are awful to their other siblings and downright cruel to Dream.

And Dream... he's a piece of work, yes. But he's pretty. Just as pretty as his sibling, if not more. He's got a bratty cruelty that echoes Desire's but could still be corrected by a firm hand... He mocks Hob mercilessly for his humble origins and because Hob married for money, and to Dream's heartless mother of all people! He's so closed off to affection, shouts at Hob even while bursting into tears when Hob tells him Hob could at least be a friend to him, since 34 is a bit young to be a father figure to a teen. But oh, Hob can tell: this boy is so, so lonely. Dream wishes someone would take him, even if only for money...

Desire, of course, immediately figures out that Hob isn't actually in love with Night and promply tries to seduce him. Hob gently rejects them, of course, but they try again. And again. And again. And... well. And it's hard. It's really hard to resist them. They're really really beautiful, of course, and they're so good at this... but Hob's one braincell that's still getting blood knows better than to fuck a 16-year-old with that huge a cruel streak. That's just asking for trouble. And besides, Hob likes a challenge. Desire is just... too easy.

Dream, however... what a little temptation he is. He's so reserved. He tries to focus on his art. He tries to pay Hob little mind, but can't help to listen and smile at Hob's tales. He's gotten his heart broken more times than anyone should have any right to at his age, and is just as depressed as Despair and only marginally better at hiding it... Now, that's a challenge. And such an easy target at the same time. Seducing him would be so fun! Hob can just imagine how outraged Dream would be at first... but Hob can be convincing, and Dream so badly needs someone to want him. And Hob is so horny, with Desire touching him all day, whispering filth in his ear, trying to sext him and send him nudes. You see, Night has a pretty low libido, too low if you ask Hob, and Hob's hand is a poor substitute for sex with another person.

Hob doesn't want Night to divorce him, of course, so he's wary of looking for sex outside the house, afraid to get caught if he's out too long with no explanation (he doesn't need to work now after all) and he wouldn't stoop so low as to take advantage of the house staff...

Isn't it so convenient that Dream just turned 18?

-PA

(reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated)

Oh fuck oh FUCK this is hot. AND HEY PA ANON I MISSED YOU <333

Hob feels like he's living inside a powder keg, honestly. He thought that marrying for money and living a life of luxury would be wonderful, but now he even longs for a job that would just get him out of the house. He's trapped in horny hell and he's sure that he's going to do something terrible and/or stupid. As a last ditch attempt, he sweetly suggests to Night that the two of them could take a little vacation - just the two of them, to the gorgeous little tropical vacation spot that the family owns. Death and Destiny can watch over the kids, and Night can have a well deserved break!

Alas, she just smiles and kisses Hob’s cheek. Unfortunately she's far too busy for a holiday right now. But she encourages Hob to go and soak up the sun - he's starting to look pale and stressed, and she can't have her toyboy husband looking under the weather. Her one request is that Hob should take Dream with him. She's noticed that Dream and Desire's fights have been getting more and more serious recently, and she's tired of the screaming matches. Some time apart will be beneficial for the siblings. And it will make Night's life a lot quieter.

Hob can't backtrack now, so he agrees. And he's even more glad to get away, because when Desire finds out that Dream has been sent off on holiday with Hob, they throw an absolute fit. Naked. In Hob’s bedroom. Hob’s single braincell really needs to get out of there.

It's not like Dream is even pleased to be forcibly packed off on holiday with his "step-father". He spends the whole journey in snide silence, occasionally muttering under his breath about Hob being a total creep. (And he's right, because Hob is still shamefully horny about the beautiful 18 year old. He nearly embarrasses himself completely when Dream grabs his hand because they hit turbulence.)

But it's funny how you can hate someone and still want to fuck them. Older men were always Desire's territory, but Dream is starting to see the appeal. He's starting to think that his mother is a fool for letting Hob out of her sight. When he catches his first glimpse of Hob on the beach in his swimwear, Dream makes up his mind: he's going to be a bad person.

Hob fucks him for the first time on the beach-house balcony. There are stars above them, possibly - Dream doesn't really recall. He's sure that Hob recalls even less. He's desperate, primal, unhinged. He cums, and just keeps going until both of them are exhausted. Obviously somebody needs to take care of him properly, if this is how wound up he gets.

Well. The Endless family have always been fucked up. This is just another chapter in the story. Maybe Night will even be grateful to her son, for keeping her husband happy...

[achenetype]

What would happend if Raven reader never left the nest?👁️ Love ur writing

THIS SPARKED SOMETHING IN ME OH MG GOD

MDNI; implied sex, hand wavey consent, abuse, raven-typical cult behavior and stockholm syndrome, riko is his own warning, injury/violence

listening to: sea, swallow me by cocteau twins

you can’t leave the nest, for a multitude of reasons. some of the other ravens still see their families; they go home for a weekend or for spring break every once in a while. they cite living close to the university, their parents being concerned or overprotective.

your family lives thousands of miles away and they hate you, so you stay at the nest. winter break, spring, summer. you know how edgar allan university looks baked in heat, drenched in rain, blanketed in snow.

riko moriyama and kevin day become your lifeline. he never leaves either. you spend more time together with them than you do with any of the other ravens, running perfect laps on castle evermore’s perfect court until all three of you are out of breath. you suck sparkling air into your lungs and laugh on the way back to your dorm, riko’s arms around your and kevin’s shoulders. perfect, perfect, perfect.

riko becomes captain and that perfection turns icelike and cold. he pushes everyone to their limits, especially himself. you and kevin push back. most of the other ravens are too scared to, but the three of you are perfect perfect perfect, the three of you are brilliant and nothing can stop you.

nothing can stop you until riko shatters kevin’s hand and you spend hours picking up the pieces.

nothing can stop you until riko shatters at the same time as your arm, when he does the same thing to you.

you spend weeks in recovery. riko sits at your bedside, murmuring apologies. murmuring we had to make it look believable, murmuring im so sorry.

your arm heals. clean break. clean hole where kevin used to be. clean, perfect number one, riko moriyama.

you still love him, which you’re not sure is a fact or a weapon. he is too tangled in you to separate what you are from what he is, and who hasn’t been cruel, in the nest? who hasn’t broken someone else to get ahead?

you have. riko has. this makes you a perfect match.

neil josten, newly rechristened nathaniel wesninski and number four, leaves as soon as he appears. some part of you resents him for it but a bigger part is, selfishly, grateful for riko’s attention to be back on you. you want your place by his side back—you want your life back.

you can’t leave the nest even when riko beats jean within an inch of his life. you can’t leave when that girl from the foxes appears and whisks him away, when riko breaks a window and punches a hole in the wall and screams about how his perfect court is falling apart.

everything is falling apart, you want to tell him. everything is falling apart and we can’t do a damn thing about it.

(instead you kiss his knuckles and help clean the glass off of the floor. instead you murmur distractions: how good his form was today, how pretty he looks with blood in his teeth, how you want him to shove you up against the court wall and take whatever he wants. you’d give it to him anyways. you’ve given it before, given everything else.)

(you fall asleep that night feeling hollow. riko’s arms around you and his head on your chest are no comfort. you want to hate yourself in a new, sick way, something that sways in your stomach and makes you want to puke or slash your wrists open like one of the freshman backliners did last week.)

(you want to hate yourself, but you can’t.)

and you can’t leave, either.

[thedeafprophet]

@velvetlinedbox okay here is aesthetic board i made ajdkdfkfglglhj

Its geniuenly so long ago i dont remember toooooo much about it

If i recall (without going through a rereading all my old messages) still love potion stuff going on in this fantasy universe because thats. Very fun for me

and Alex is a vampire hunter that gets in way over his head :) :) :) . its verty adjancent to light fingers except not because the plot is unrelated ajfkfkkghkj. but still with a recurring situation of enemies encouter before the love potion thing

and uhhhhh then later on a very intense situation with kidanpping anddddd that comes to a very close miss of Forced Vampire Turning there's more stuff i remember but um im too embaressed to post it

[thelogicalghost]

The Jedi do not preach "emotions bad". It's explicitly shown and stated again and again in the films themselves, to say nothing of the EU, that the Jedi are all about "control your emotions", aka be mindful and mature about them rather than be ruled by them.

I was oversimplifying for the sake of comparison. What I was trying to say (and not really explaining because it was a 2 am thought) was that the Jedi code is driven by abstract principles of self governance. That makes sense internally, but given the history of the Order and the Republic, they should also have laws based on historical precedent.

The movies put all the emphasis on Anakin being forbidden from marriage because of the Order, and as a result they take all his frustration over it. But I think it would have been interesting if there were restrictions on both sides, because there are a lot of legitimate questions about consent and legal authority if one person in a relationship is capable of psychic manipulation.

I also think that the relationship between the Jedi and normal people could have reflected that possibility more. Afaik people don't tend to bring up the mind control thing, or any other abuses of their power, as much as they could. It's always complaints that the Jedi are too weak or soft or bureaucratic, not, "you shouldn't let the Jedi land on your planet because as soon as they're with you face to face they'll start mind controlling you" which imo is a great scare tactic. (of course the Sith aren't controlling you! They only talk over coms or holos. And they don't need to brainwash their allies when they have good old fashioned greed and fear.)

Maybe the point I'm also trying to make is that mind control or mind reading in any form is terrifying and I don't think people in the SW universe react to the possibility of it as much as they should.

For example, imagine how much more interesting it would have been if Obi Wan had to explain to the couple that their marriage is illegal because Anakin might be manipulating Padme. Padme would probably be offended at the implication that she's weak willed, and Anakin would explode at the mere suggestion. But from Obi Wan's POV, a respected senator has been engaged in an illegal affair that could end her career with a man she met as a child? Anakin, very strong in the Force but often uncontrolled, could have been affecting her slowly over time without realizing it. But from Anakin's POV, his mentor just accused him of a horrific crime? Does he not believe Padme could genuinely love Anakin?? Are they going to try to take Padme and his unborn kid(s) away from him??? Everything's unfair, he's always in the wrong. (And of course his friend Palpatine promised to make a legal exception for him and Padme (even though that's a nonsense promise) so to Anakin the only obstacle is the Order.)

I'm not saying "I'll save your beloved wife's life" is an insufficient reason for Anakin to cut off Mace Windu's arms, but I do think "the Jedi think you're a horrible predator" is a much more convincing reason to switch sides without so much as a "maybe we shouldn't murder all the kids?"

Or, yknow, maybe he was affecting Padme without knowing it, if you want to go down a very dark alternate universe route.

[existencebringsonlypain]

yk sometimes I forget that polyamory isn't a normally and commonly accepted thing and almost ask a question regarding it to a priest and two religious sisters (nuns but not)

[dreamofthemaidenless]

You told us you're not into Hob. Good for you.

But I wanted to know if you're into The Corinthian?

the corinthian WAS designed to be alluring and seductive and stupid sexy by nature. given that i am everyone, he’s changed through the ages to suit my tastes, which i realize sounds absolutely fucking horrific. i’ve had this moral dilemma so many times jesus christ there’s been centuries there where i’ve just, stopped making sexual dreams. like what the fuck. how messed up is it that i have to bring sentience into being specifically to be sexy for me. it’s so gross it’s so so so gross. anyway. god. yeah he’s hot but i wouldn’t touch that motberfucker with a ten foot pole

[avengersnewb]

I don't care (go on and tear me apart)

“No Tony, that’s not how it works. I don’t wanna ask you. I wanna make you. I wanna hurt you, fuck you, and then hurt you some more, and I don’t need your permission for it,” he says rough and hoarse. Tony holds Steve’s gaze breathing hard, terrified that he can’t find the earnest, sweet stars that always shine in Steve’s eyes. “That is what I want. The fact that you’re so fucking into it is a bonus.” He reaches down to palms his own cock from over the fabric. “You’re so good for me, Tony, even when you don’t want to be.” ------ Tony finds himself tied-up in an unknown place. Steve is there but not to help Tony; he has a whole other agenda.

Explicit, 5k, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Verbal Humiliation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Spanking, Painful Sex, Consent Issues

I wrote something for the 616 stony server 'you gave me a stocking' event, based on @kiyaar 's likes :) Hopefully it pleases her and also I hope you guys enjoy it!

Read on AO3

[liquorisce]

omegaverse au where the Jaeger and ackerman clans are constantly at war. after the Ackermans latest defeat in their turf war, Eren decides he wants payment for the damages he has incurred. The only problem is, the payment he wants is Mikasa. the omega princess of the ackerman clan.

what he didn’t know is this princess is the one that’s been torching his drug labs in the middle of the night. Mikasa’s been on suppressants, her omega status kept highly secretive, but something about her scent at the scene of her crime is what brought Eren to the Ackerman house.

he comes in guns blazing, ready to burn everything down until he finds the little menace that’s been destroying his business. but when he sees her in her bedroom, locked up, looking all panicky at the sight of him barging in at the exact moment her suppressants begin to wear off, he knows exactly how he’s going to exact his revenge. He’ll make the Ackermans pay for the damages they’ve caused him, and he wants payment in the form of their lovely daughter. Their best kept secret. Their strong, badass, incredibly dangerous, omega daughter.

This sneaky pest caused him so much pain over the past weeks, he had planned to tie them up and regret the day they decided to cross paths with him. Although at the time Eren didn’t know it was a woman. And he never imagined it would be one as fetching as the girl in front of him.

As his gaze sweeps over her pretty form, her body takes a submissive stance despite her hatred for him. This was the cherry on top. Even if his plans had changed slightly, he would still ruin her. And he would enjoy every minute of it.

And to her utter humiliation, she would soon find herself begging him for it.

[obstinaterixatrix]

reading the artist’s new series made me want to reread perfect propose… miserable wage slave of all time

I also did like the li’s internal conflict. you can do anything as long as you convince yourself nothing matters huh

[shallowseeker]

Kelly + Jack + water + taking control of the narrative

Kelly + the pool of self-reflection

KELLY: "He said he was thrilled. He said it was the only time he ever created anything."

When Kelly is calling her friend about her pregnancy, she's by the swimming pool, with the sound of water gently playing in the background.

She will be linked to water again:

when she tries to escape her fate in the bathtub

when Castiel glimpses her in The Future by the side of the ocean (script only)

and again when she lives in the house by the lake with Castiel

there are multiple "sea" and "chaoskampf" paintings hanging in said lakehouse

THREE fisherman + stormy sea paintings appear in the nursery Kelly is painting in 12x23

Indeed, the portal to another universe opens up just in front of the lake, symbolizing transition and revelation. (In particular, it will be Mary's revelation of what would have happened had she not made her demon deal.)

But what's the big deal with water?

For starters, it's an inversion of Sam, whose nursery was enveloped in the motif of fire. (Jack's nursery is notably not enveloped in fire; he only gets this motif when Dean's room is shown burning in his AU earth torture as he listens to the screams of Sam and Dean, his earth fathers.)

The pool itself is the physical embodiment and reference to the very beginning of Earth, primordial chaos, before mankind existed.

In Supernatural with its highly Biblical motifs, bodies of water can also be tied to new beginnings and resurrection. We see it with Cas and the Leviathan (when Cas walks into the lake to die, Baptism-like).

Water can also be a tremendous uncontrollable force that takes over your life, as with Dean and AU Michael. In symbology, drowning is a specific warning of doom, representing your helplessness, overwhelming emotions, or the impending death of a loved one.

The number 5:

Here, Jack is associated to room 5, the fifth element Aether: According to ancient and medieval science, aether, also known as the fifth element or quintessence, is the material that fills the region of the universe beyond the terrestrial sphere. Jack is an unstoppable life force, and Kelly's (unfairly) caught in the middle of it.

The broken mirror?

Here's an interesting shot. When Sam is exorcising Lucifer, a mirror breaks (it's above the chest of drawers and between Dean and Kelly). The common reading would be to attribute this to bad luck and offending the gods. Another SPN-common thing is to try to one-to-one link to characters. But the interpretation I think I like the most with regards to mirrors is the breaking OF Chuck's control and the beginning of Jack's usurpation. (Kelly Kline means, "war, small.")

Indeed, one wonders if Jack is already at work, protecting himself from his position in the womb. He's throwing off the narrative and making things go wrong. They're too easily able to defeat Lucifer, and after this, all the "heroes" he came into contact with start failing left and right.

Sam and Dean are incarcerated

Because of that, at least one of the Winchesters is symbolically defeated by Billie the reaper/future Death

Cas loses Kelly, and he can't hunt or find the boys

Rowena's magic won't work

and even Crowley comes up null

The only one everything's going "right" for? Kelly Kline. Jack is working to ensure he's born.

Later, we'll see Jack choose Cas as Father (and Cas's truck breaks down + Dean immediately gets to work to fix it) and in choosing Cas, Jack (symbolically) takes Dean at the same time, narratively reflected by stealing control of Baby.

(Image from WinchesterFamilyBusiness).0

[anaja-theratbird]

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[skywalkerslvt]

Rough Ride (so rough)

❥Pairing: RE2!Leon x AFAB!Reader

❥Summary: What happens when you have to sit on Leon's lap for a very long and bumpy car ride? Leon's pants get soaked 😍

❥CW: 18+, smut, sub!leon, dry humping, cumming in pants, overstimulation, crying kink, semi-public sex, sorta non-con at first? but both parties are consenting, 1.6k words

❥a/n: can you guys tell how much I like dry humping from the amount of times it shows up in all my fics? anyways RE2 Leon is so subby i need to make him cry so I wrote this. Also my requests are open if any of u leon sluts wanna request something 👀 Hope you guys enjoy! <3

Leon Kennedy was utterly fucked. Both literally and figuratively. He was approximately one hour into the grand camping trip that your shared group of friends had planned, and it was already off to a bumpy start.

It started with the excessive amount of luggage you and Claire had decided to pack. The trunk was bursting at the seams, and the backseat was already crammed with more than it could reasonably hold, leaving the driver seat, the passenger seat, and a single seat in the back free for its intended use.

With Chris driving and Claire staking her claim on the passenger seat, that left you and Leon with the single seat to share.

And when you whispered a seductive “I guess we’ll have to make do,” with a mischievous glint in your eye, Leon knew he was done for.

Before he could respond, he was shoved into the car, barely even registering that you were manoeuvring yourself into his lap, carefully trying to find a comfortable position.

At first, Leon was awkward. It wasn’t every day that the girl he had a massive crush on was situated on his lap, and especially not for a 2 hour long drive like this one. But as you leaned against him and whispered a soft “Relax,” he eventually settled in, wrapping his arms around your waist and propping his chin on your shoulder.

The first hour was fine, enjoyable even. Leon had managed to stave off a massive boner, and everyone had been happy despite the luggage situation. But issues started to arise as Chris turned the car onto a bumpy gravel path in the woods.

“We’re gonna be on this trail for about an hour and then we'll be at our camping spot. It might get a bit bumpy,” Chris muttered quietly, not wanting to wake up his sister who had dozed off against the window.

As the car drove deeper into the forest, the road became more uneven, causing you to bounce slightly in Leon’s lap. His cock started to twitch, the boner he managed to avoid coming to as all his attention was focused on that single point where your ass was softly bouncing on his cock.

Leon was flushed head to toe, his teeth worrying his lower lip as the rate of his breathing increased. His cock was now fully hard and leaking pre-cum in his boxers, and by some miracle, you hadn't noticed. Needing to feel more friction, he pushed his hips up slightly, softly grinding his hard dick against your ass, playing it off as shifting to a more comfortable position. He felt like such a pervert, getting off against your ass while you were completely oblivious, but the weight of you on top of him felt too good to stop.

He had managed not to make a sound, harshly biting down against his surely bruised lip any time he felt like moaning, but when Chris hit a particularly hard bump, causing you to bounce harshly back into his cock, he let out a barely audible whimper, right against your neck.

Leon stiffened, panicking as he was sure he got caught. You were going to realize what he had been doing, and you'd think he was a disgusting pervert, never wanting to see him again.

But as you turned your head slightly, concern etched on your features, and asked him if he was okay, Leon went lax with relief. You didn’t know.

“Y-yeah- Sorry I was just startled by the bump,” he stammered out.

You smiled softly, seemingly unaware of the turmoil raging inside him. “It's okay. These roads are pretty rough. Just hold onto me if you need to, okay?”

Leon swallowed hard, nodding. “Sure, thanks.” You leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, then turned back around and shifted your hips, moving in a more comfortable position. Leon’s hold around your waist tightened and his dick twitched at the feeling of you moving against him.

The car continued to jostle along the uneven path, each bump sending another wave of sensation through Leon’s body. He tried to focus on anything else–the trees whipping past outside, the sound of Chris humming along to the radio, the soft snores of Claire asleep in the front–but his mind kept coming back to the warmth and pressure of you against his twitching cock.

Desperate to maintain some semblance of control, Leon shifted slightly, trying to find a position that would ease his arousal. It was useless. Every movement, every slight adjustment only heightened the friction, the pressing of your body against him his own personal torture.

Minutes felt like hours as the car bumped along the trail, each jolt a reminder of the situation Leon found himself in. To make matters worse, you began shifting, unknowingly pushing your ass against his cock continuously, and Leon couldn't help himself. He just had to cum, so he began grinding against you again, timing his thrusts with your shifting.

He closed his eyes as his thrusts got sloppier, the building heat in his gut reaching its peak. He knew he couldn't hold out for much longer, and he was careless with his sounds, his heavy breathing against your neck becoming louder and louder.

Leon's body tensed, and with a muffled groan, he came, his cock twitching as he spilled into his pants. Relief washed over him, but it was short-lived as the car continued to jostle along the path, your ass still bouncing in his lap, overstimulating his already sensitive cock.

His breathing grew ragged, and tears began to well up in his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore, the friction becoming unbearable, and he bit his lip hard, trying to stifle his whimpers.

Despite the overstimulation, the continued friction of your ass bouncing against him caused his cock to twitch and harden once more, much to his confusion and frustration. The sensations were too much to handle; his body was a mess of sensitivity and arousal, and he couldn't stop the tears that began to spill down his cheeks.

Leon's mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, the overstimulation blending into a desperate need for more. His hips involuntarily thrust upward, seeking more friction, even though it was torturous. Each bounce of your ass pushed him closer to the edge again, and he couldn't understand how he could be this turned on despite having just cum.

Minutes felt like hours, and Leon's body was on the brink of collapse. The continued friction, combined with his heightened sensitivity, pushed him to the edge once more. He tried to stay silent, but soft whimpers escaped his lips, tears streaming down his face as he clung to you, desperate and needy.

Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, you turned your head slightly, a smirk playing on your lips.

The realization hit him like a freight train—you knew. You had known all along. Your smirk widened as you watched him, your eyes dark with arousal.

You leaned in, your breath hot against his ear as you whispered, "You've been such a good boy, Leon."

Leon's breath hitched, his body trembling as your words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He was overwhelmed, his senses on overdrive as you licked the tears from his face, your tongue tracing a path along his cheek.

Without warning, you began grinding against him, your hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. The friction was maddening, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his overstimulated cock. Leon's hands tightened around your waist, his nails digging into your skin as he fought to hold on.

"You like this, don't you?" you murmured, your voice dripping with teasing amusement. "Getting hard again so soon after cumming. Such a needy boy."

Leon could only nod, his voice failing him as you continued to grind against him, each movement sending him spiraling further into a state of desperate arousal. He was completely at your mercy, and he loved every second of it.

Your pace quickened, and Leon's breath came in short, ragged gasps. Each grind of your hips sent jolts of pleasure through his overstimulated body, and he clung to you as if you were his lifeline. His tears mingled with sweat, his entire world narrowing down to the intoxicating friction and your teasing whispers in his ear.

With a final, deliberate roll of your hips, you sent him over the edge again. Leon's body convulsed, his cries muffled against your shoulder as he came for the second time, his cock throbbing and spilling more cum into his already-soaked pants. His tears of overstimulation turned to tears of overwhelming pleasure, his entire being consumed by the raw, intense sensations. You held him tightly, a satisfied smirk on your lips as you licked away his tears, savoring the sweet taste of his submission.

As the last waves of his orgasm subsided, you continued to move gently, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from his exhausted body.

Leaning in close, you kissed him tenderly, a silent promise of many more games to come. In that moment, Leon knew he was utterly and completely yours, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

When they finally pulled up to the cabin, Chris hadn't even fully parked before Leon threw you off his lap and bolted for the door. His face was a deep shade of crimson, and he mumbled a halfhearted excuse about needing to use the washroom, doing his best to conceal the completely soaked front of his pants. As he disappeared inside, you couldn't help but laugh softly, the image of his flustered expression etched in your mind. You exchanged a knowing glance with Claire, who raised an eyebrow in silent question. Smiling innocently, you shrugged, already anticipating the next opportunity to tease Leon further.