#like i know you’re talking to me you don’t need to address me with degrading names

[ayspec]

i hate it when people call me their friend or think that we’re friends after two seconds; even people that call me “bestie” ironically make me sick. on top of this, when i ask them to stop, everyone thinks i’m the asshole for being uncomfortable

here’s a reminder: friendship is just like any other relationship, and as such requires consent. don’t call strangers “bestie.” don’t call strangers your “friend.” it’s the same as someone you just met calling you their “boy/girlfriend” or “husband/wife.” it makes me feel sick, makes me feel like my consent doesn’t matter (because to you it doesn’t since friendship is the “lesser than” relationship), and i’d very much like you to dismantle your platonormativity and amatonormativity

[sceletaflores]

working it out (on the remix)

pairing: art donaldson x patrick zweig x fem!reader

summary: you sit in the angry silence, gears slowly turning in your head as you look between your boys. you should have known that this wasn't going to work, clearly just talking isn’t going to get the three of you anywhere.

—or: three tennis players walk into a hotel room.

word count: 5.5k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, smoking, fighting as foreplay, mean!reader my beloved, the patrick and art gay agenda, threesome, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all!), not quite hate sex more like angry sex, double penetration, oral sex (m!receiving), choking, finger sucking, degradation, creampies, lowkey sub!patrick coded, switch!art ofc, porn with a plot, no use of y/n.

author’s note: oh em gee part three is here!!! i literally always say this but i had so much fun writing this one lol thank you so much for showing this series so much love right off the bat! i've loved loved loved reading all the ideas you guys have sent me for future chapters and trust when i say that i'll definitely be featuring as many as i can. okay bye! hope you love it! xoxo mwah.

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Art is fuming. You keep glancing over at him to check that smoke isn't starting to blow out of his ears. It doesn't, but he's just as mad every time. Standing in the doorway huffing and puffing, arms crossed over his chest as he stares Patrick down from across the room. 

Patrick is the complete opposite, all relaxed body language and easy half-smiles as he coolly stares back. You’d make a fire and ice joke if you didn’t think it would send Art over the edge.

He’s sitting in the room’s single chair, window cracked open so he can smoke. He’s practically naked, wearing an unbuttoned long sleeve and the tiniest boxers you’ve ever seen. His bare feet are propped up on the corner of the bed you’re sitting on. 

You’re perched cross legged on the mattress, basically stuck in the middle of them.

You’re still surprised you even got Art to show up at all. You thought he almost flipped the table when you brought up Patrick at lunch, casually mentioning that you’ve been texting him for the past couple of days and you think the three of you need to talk. He was quiet for a long time before he finally asked if that meant Patrick was, has been, in town. You just shook your head yes.

You didn’t tell him you and Patrick slept together, you didn’t need to.

He went quiet again, stood up from his chair with an excuse of being late to class and stomped out of the dining hall. You texted him the address to Patrick’s hotel an hour later.

Art never responded, but his jeep was still waiting for you outside the biology building after your last lecture got out. He would always drive you back to your dorm since you’d get out so late, but this time he turned out of the campus lot and silently drove until you realized he was going to the hotel.

Now you’re here, and it's been almost ten minutes since you knocked on the door to Patrick’s room. And no one has said anything the entire time. No one has even moved, only Patrick every so often when he needs to flick his ashes out the window. A thick blanket of tense silence falls heavy over the three of you. It makes the room’s temperature feel that much hotter. The shitty air conditioner hums faintly in the background.

“So,” you say slowly, voice finally piercing through the quiet, “Am I gonna have to be the first to talk again or–”

“God, I don’t know,” Art cuts in tersely, not looking away from Patrick as he does, ”I can’t believe I don’t have anything to say to the guy that fucked my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Both you and Patrick ask sharply, opposing tones of shock and amusement blending together.

Art's eyes narrow, a storm brewing in the blue of them. He’s still looking at Patrick, talking about you like you’re not sitting right in front of him. "Yeah, my girlfriend. Did I stutter?" His chest is puffed out just enough for you to notice, his mouth pulled down at the corners in a deep frown.

You blink, caught off guard. Art’s never asked you to go steady with him, you’ve never even been on a date. Unless you count fucking in the back of his jeep at a drive in theater a date, then sure, you’ve been on one date. Regardless, the possessive timbre of his voice has something warm simmering under your skin.

Patrick laughs, loud and abrasive. “Well, this is fucking news to me,” he says through a chuckle, eyes flicking between the two of you bemusedly, “I didn’t realize you guys were playing house, but that does makes a lot more sense now.” He gestures to your chest with his free hand, pointing out the dark blue sweatshirt you’re wearing.

‘Mark Rebellato Tennis Academy’ is stitched across the front in thin black thread; you'd stolen it from Art’s closet when you slept over at his dorm a few nights ago. He never asked for it back.

“It’s cute that you kept my shirt, Donaldson.” Patrick teases, lolling his head to the side lazily so he can look at Art through his lashes. A plume of smoke billows from between his lips, slipping through the open window slowly. “Even after you tried to turn my girlfriend against me and fucked her behind my back first–”

“Fuck you, Patrick–” Art starts, face twisted in a scowl. His hands ball into fists at his side, jaw ticking with anger.

Patrick doesn’t look deterred, leaning forward in his chair as he tries to talk over Art, “You’re such a fucking hypocrite–”

“I’m not anyone’s girlfriend,” you cut them both off, brows drawn together in frustration, “—and I’m not going to let this turn into some weird pissing contest between you two. We’re here to talk.”

Art scoffs agitatedly, casting his eyes to the ceiling. “Looks like the two of you have done plenty of talking without me,” he says bitterly. “Do you get off on this shit or something? On sticking your dick where it doesn’t fucking belong?”

Patrick smirks, leaning back in his chair, arms draped lazily over the armrests. “God, you really do think you’re innocent in this,” he laughs incredulously, leaning back in his chair. “You’re acting like you’ve got some moral high ground, but you don’t. You’re just as guilty of playing the game as I am.”

Art’s face darkens further, anger threatening to boil over. “This isn’t a game to me, Patrick,” he spits, tone hard and low, “I’m so sick of you treating everything like a goddamn joke.”

Patrick’s smirk doesn’t falter. “I never said it was a joke,” he says with a shrug, tone easy and nonchalant. “I’m just saying, maybe you should take a good look in the mirror before you start pointing fucking fingers. I’m not the only one who’s played dirty here.”

“Patrick–” you warn, sitting up straighter. You can feel the way the air changes, the way the animosity gets turned up. The last thing you need is for them to start throwing punches.

Art cuts you off, shaking his head in contempt. “You’re so full of shit. You don’t fucking care about her. You never did. You just want to win, because you can’t stand the thought of losing to me.”

Patrick groans loudly, throwing his head back with it. “We’re really going back to this again? Jesus Christ, give it up man. It’s not like she was ever really yours to begin with.” He takes another slow drag from his cigarette, eyes never leaving Art.

The jab hits its mark, you can see it on Art’s face. In the way he physically recoils, the way he takes a ragged breath through his nose, the way the muscles of his jaw work furiously. For the first time since you fucked Patrick, you feel like a fucking bitch. The familiar feeling of guilt wraps its tendrils around you, weighing you down into the mattress like a physical force.

It gives you an idea, the guilt. It's a filthy idea, one that has heat stirring between your legs at just the thought. It’s a good way to make this whole situation up to Art, a good way to let him get under Patrick’s skin the same way he’s getting under his.

You sit in the angry silence, gears slowly turning in your head as you look between your boys. You should have known that this wasn't going to work, clearly just talking isn’t getting the three of you anywhere.

You sigh, overly dramatic and long suffering, scooting down until your legs are hanging over the edge of the mattress. Art and Patrick watch you the entire time, eyes finally leaving each other to watch your hands settle on the hem of Patrick’s sweatshirt.

“You guys are being so difficult. Why did I think that you could behave enough to talk this out like big boys?” You tug it off in one swift move, tossing it to the side carelessly. Two sharp gasps ring out, two sets of greedy eyes roam the bare expanse of your torso. You hadn’t worn a bra today.

You smirk, standing from the mattress and hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your sweats. You push them down your legs slowly, making a show of it until you're only in the pair of light purple panties you slipped on this morning. Patrick smirks, flicking his cigarette butt out the window and yanking it closed. He goes to stand, Art pointedly takes a single threatening step forward as he does but you stop both of them in their tracks. 

“No.” Your voice rings through the small room, loud and commanding. Patrick sits back down almost immediately, his brow raising in confusion. Art does the same, freezing with one foot in front of him. They’re both hard, cocks tenting the fabric of their bottoms. Their boners point towards each other, you bite your lip to hide your smile. 

“You’ve been so bad, Ricky.” you scold softly, voice syrupy sweet as you lean back on the bed. “Dressed up like an easy whore in here waiting for us, being so mean to Art, fucking his girl…” You trail off boredly, palms braced flat on the bed behind you so you can lean back as casually as you can muster. You let your legs fall open, spread enough to let Patrick and Art see the wet spot slowly seeping into the fabric.

You can hear Art’s sharp inhale from across the room at your words, his girl. You’re still careful not to say girlfriend, that’s a whole other talk. Patrick squirms in his chair, practically itching with the need to say something. You level him with a hard look, a firm shake of your head keeps him quiet. When you finally turn your attention to Art, he meets your gaze easily, eyes already blown out and glassy. Even from here you can see the way his pupils swallow the pretty blue color.

You smile, lips curling up in a wicked smile. “Art,” you coo softly, reaching your hand out in offering, “come here.” 

Art’s walking towards you without a second thought, crossing the room in just a few large steps. You smile at him, patting the spot next to you. The bed creaks as he sits down, the mattress dipping under his weight slides you closer to him. ”I think,” you say slowly, resting your hand high up on his thigh, so close to the hard line of his cock straining against the fabric, “that we need to teach Patrick a lesson on manners.”

“What! No fucking way, that’s bullshi–” Patrick fusses from the corner, sitting up straighter in seat, the armrest gripped tight in his left hand.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap, whipping your head to the side to glare at him. “This isn’t about you.”

He frowns, pushing out his bottom lip like an actual child. You just barely fight the urge to roll your eyes, an evil smile spreading across your face as you watch him honest-to-God pout.

“This is about Art,” you slide your hand up higher, cupping him through his loose shorts. You can hear his sharp intake of breath, a quiet ‘fuck’ falls from his lips as you apply more pressure to where your hand is steadily rubbing him up and down. “Plus, you’re already in the cuck chair,” you aren’t able to stop the small chuckle that falls from your lips, “you’ve got a perfect view.”

His pink lips part ever so slightly, eyes going wide and hungry at your words. You throw him one last devilish smile before you’re sinking to your knees in front of the bed. The scratchy carpet digs into your knees but you don’t care, not when Art is towering in front of you with the ceiling lights shining around him like he’s an angel.

You smile up at him, dragging the palms of your hands up and down his thighs. “Take your shirt off,” you encourage, slipping your hands up to toy with the hem of his shorts.

He complies beautifully, pulling his shirt up and over his head and tossing it aside, revealing the lean, toned muscles of his torso. You let your eyes linger on him for a moment, appreciating the sight before returning your attention to your task. Your fingers deftly undo the drawstring of his shorts, and start tugging them down. Art lifts his hips enough for you to drag them all the way down his legs, taking his boxers with them to free his hard cock.

Again, you slide your hands up the bare skin of his thighs, inches away from where he wants them. He’s so hard, cock standing straight up in an angry red line against his stomach. The tip drools pre-cum that leaks down the length of him slowly.

Art's breath hitches, his eyes locked onto you with a mix of anticipation and desperation. Your fingers brush lightly over his upper thighs, before you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, feeling the heat of his arousal pulse against your palm. His gasp is sharp, and you silently revel in the power you hold over him in this moment.

You glance over at Patrick, who is staring wide-eyed, his earlier irritation replaced with a raw, unfiltered hunger.

Your lips curl into a smug smile at the sight of his flushed cheeks and the way his chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. “See something you like, Patrick?” you taunt, giving Art a slow, deliberate stroke that has him groaning softly. Patrick’s eyes narrow, his jaw clenching, but he stays silent, his gaze locked on the two of you.

Art's hands grip the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white. "Fuck," he breathes out, his voice strained, "you're killing me."

You laugh softly, a dark, melodic sound, and lean forward, letting your tongue flick out to taste the bead of precum at the tip of his cock. Art moans, the sound vibrating through you. You glance up at him through your lashes, seeing the way his head tilts back, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

You slide your lips up the length of his leaking cock, teasing and slow. Art stares down at you, not breaking eye contact as he breathes raggedly through his nose.

“Tell him how it feels,” you whisper against the pink tip of his cock, sliding it back and forth across your lips teasingly. Art swallows hard, skin flushing in embarrassment.

“So good…” he whispers, eyes still locked onto yours. His blush goes from his cheeks all the way down to his chest, spreading pink and warm across the strong muscle of his pecs.

You smile, shaking your head softly. “Don’t tell me, tell him.” You jerk your head in Patrick’s direction once before you sink down until your nose is nestled against the soft blonde hair at the base of his cock, working your throat around the length of him. 

Art moans loudly, his hands coming up to tangle into your hair. You keep going, fighting his grip on you as you start to bob your head over his cock in a steady rhythm, working your hand in time with your mouth.

He forces himself to look at Patrick, catching his eyes.

Patrick looks fucked, lips slick and dropped open as he stares back Art, hungry gaze not wavering. His cock is still hard, pressed against the seam of his boxers and leaking a steady patch of wetness around the head. 

A silent challenge seems to pass between the two of them.

We doing this or what?

Art refuses to back down, hardening his resolve. “Feels so fucking good,” he groans, not looking away from Patrick, “her throat’s so tight, so– God, it’s so good. Best I’ve ever had.”

He’s rambling, not even making any sense but you hum in approval all the same, your tongue curling around the crown. Patrick doesn’t look like he minds too much either, pink tongue coming out to swipe along his bottom lip. "Please," he whispers, almost too quiet to hear. "Let me..."

You pull off Art with a wet pop, turning your head as best you can with his hand still tangled in your hair to fix Patrick with a steely gaze. "You don't get to make requests," you say, your voice hard. "You get to watch and learn."

Patrick's eyes darken, his lips pressing into a thin line, but he doesn't protest. Art lets out a low growl, his hand tightening its grip on your hair and dragging your mouth back to his cock.

“Stop fucking talking to him,” he demands, hips thrusting to fuck back into your mouth. You choke on the sudden fullness, wetness floods your panties as you moan around him.

Yes, you think, eyes squeezing close as you force your throat to relax around his cock, this is what I wanted.

You were waiting to see how long it’d take Art to snap, he lasted longer than you thought he would. The head of his cock punches against the soft, spongy part at the back of your throat. You fight to not gag around him, hands scrambling for purchase on his thighs. His balls slap against your chin roughly, sticking wetly to the drool that's starting to fall from the corners of your lips.

Art meets Patrick’s eye again, a smug smirk on his face as he jerks his head in a clear invitation, “Come here.” He grunts simply, dragging you up and down the length of his cock by his tight grip on your hair.

Patrick practically sprints from the chair, ripping his shirt off while he tries to kick his boxers off before he reaches the bed. He sits next to Art, chest heaving as he stares down at where your lips stretched obscenely over his best friend's cock. 

Art pulls you off by your hair, holding your face a few inches away from his spit covered cock. He tuts at you sympathetically, tilting his head to the side with a tiny frown at the sight of you all teary eyed. “Bet you feel real empty, right?” he asks sadly, shaking your head back and forth like a dog. “That greedy pussy wants our cocks stretching her open, doesn't she?”

You whine loudly, nodding your head as best you can as the meaning of Art’s words sink over you. You feel far away, like you’ve already been fucked six ways to Sunday. You cunt clenches around nothing, aching for Art and Patrick’s cocks bullying their way inside you. You’ve never done anything like that before, taken two guys at once, but God do you need it.

Art nods back, brows pulled together in faux pity. “Pat and I will help baby,” he says sweetly, “You just gotta get nice and stretched out first, need to fuck yourself open on Patrick’s cock so you can take us.”

“Fuck yeah,” Patrick breathes, already moving up the bed to lay flat on his back agasint the pillows. His cock sticking straight out from his body, pointing to the ceiling desperately.

Art lets go of your hair, cupping the side of your face tenderly. His thumb rubs against the soft skin of your cheekbone a few times, you know it’s a question. 

Do you want this?

You smile, nuzzling his palm and giving his thumb a playful nip. The answer to his question written all over your face.

Fuck yes.

Art smiles back, nodding his head once. You take the hint, rising from your knees to climb onto the mattress. You slide your panties off, tossing them aside as you crawl up the length of Patrick’s body, straddling his hips and wasting no time in sinking down on his cock.

Art settles next to the two of you, hand loosely gripped around his cock as he starts to lazily stroke himself to the sight of you and Patrick.

“Fuck!” Patrick hisses, his hands coming up to grip your hips fiercely as you start to ride him, not giving either of you anytime to adjust. The stretch burns, the lack of prepping before hand makes it sting. You don’t mind, too worked up to care. 

“God, you’re such a fucking slut,” He tries, but you cut him off bringing your free hand to wrap around the column of his throat just like he did to you back in the shower.

“You’re the slut,” you growl, fingers digging into his skin roughly. His eyes widen, plush lips going slack. You speed your hips up, the loud smack each time you drop down onto him echoes through the room. “You’re the easy fucking whore that soaked your panties watching your best friend fuck my throat."

Art huffs out a breath, hand slipping over his cock faster as he watches you ride Patrick. His eyes are trained on the way your hand is wrapped against Patrick’s throat. He slips his free hand down, pressing two fingers against Patrick’s cock so you slide down onto them on the next bounce.

“Fuck!” You keen loudly, grip tightening on Patrick’s throat. Art’s fingers add to the sting of your cunt, but your hips don’t stop moving, even as he slips in a third just as fast.

You get lost in it, in the feeling of Patrick’s dick fucking into you so deeply you swear he’s hitting your cervix with every roll of your hips, Art’s fingers stretching you that much wider.

Suddenly, Art drops his cock so his free hand can latch onto your hips, his strong grip forcing you to stop your desperate bouncing. His fingers slip out of you, you immediately miss the stretch.

Patrick groans in displeasure, his hips buck up like he’s trying to slide back into the warmth of your fucked open cunt. His leaking head bumps against your sensitive clit a few times before Art’s dropping his hand down, gripping Patrick’s cock to line it up with his own.

Art slides up behind you, his sweaty chest pressing firmly against your back. “Should be stretched out enough,” He whispers into the nape of your neck, pressing both tips against your fluttering hole.

The shock of it has your hand slipping off Patrick’s throat to anchor onto his shoulders in a feeble attempt to brace yourself. He sucks in large gasps of air, chest heaving as he stares down to where his cock is pressed snug against Art’s, his hand big enough to almost wrap around them both. He throws his head back against the pillows, eyes screwed shut, “Fuck, I can’t watch,” he gasps, voice low and ragged. 

Art laughs smugly, but it’s breathy around the edges and you can feel the way his hand shakes on your hip. “Close already, Pat?” He asks condescendingly, as his fingers dig in a little tighter. “You’re not even doing any of the work.”  

You try to focus on the sensation of Art’s grip, but your mind is a haze of overstimulation and the throb of Patrick’s cock against you. Art’s mocking tone sends a shiver down your spine, making you acutely aware of how close you are to the edge yourself. Your greedy cunt clenches around them, trying to suck them in you.

Patrick’s breath stutters, his hips jerking up involuntarily, making a strangled noise that’s half-groan, half-whimper. “Fuck you, man,” he manages to grind out, but his voice is trembling and strained, the bite in his tone gets undercut by how wrecked he sounds. You can feel the barely there twitches of his hips, like he’s physically pained from having to wait any longer.

A sharp cry rips from your throat as they finally start to slide in, both heads popping into your tight hole all at once. Your eyes screw shut at the stretch, thighs shaking where they’re spread over Patrick’s hips.

“Someone kiss me,” you gasp desperately, chin lowering to your chest. Art’s moving before the words finish leaving your mouth, gripping a fistful of Patrick’s hair and dragging him up to your lips. You whine into his mouth, letting his tongue slide between your lips to claim your mouth.

The familiar feeling of his lips on yours relaxes you the tiniest bit, letting Art lower you down a few more inches. It feels like hours as you sink onto them, Art’s big hands gently massaging your hips while Patrick’s greedy fingers pull and paw at your thighs.

It’s the quietest you’ve ever heard Patrick. His lips going slack in awe against yours as Art’s cock slides up next to his, moaning into your mouth when your hips go flush with his.

They feel so huge inside you, so thick you swear you can feel them in your stomach. Bullying your insides into making more room for the both of them.

“Fuck," you gasp, nails digging little crescent moons into Patrick’s shoulders. Every inch of you is alive with sensation, a burning mix of pleasure and pain. Art’s breath is hot and ragged against your ear, whispering sweet encouragements, “It’s okay baby, you’re okay, taking us so fucking good–” 

You nod, slowly starting to grind your hips back and forth, gasping when they rub up against the soft spot inside of you that has you clenching in pleasure– practically choking them off at the base. A high moan falls from your lips, hips swirling the tiniest bit faster that have both Art and Patrick growl out matching groans of approval.

“Just like that,” Art whispers into your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Gonna make him come first, or are you gonna beat him to it?” The challenge in his voice sends a jolt of heat through you, your thighs starting to shake with every pass of them over that spot.

“God, ah! Art– fuck, mh, Patrick–” You slur, head already starting to go fuzzy

“Fuck,” Art gasps out your name sharply, pushing you down onto Patrick’s chest so he can start fucking into your loose, sloppy cunt. “God, you’re so fucking tight,” his hand grips the back of your neck to pin you down, throwing all his strength behind the snap of his hips.

“Shit, look at you,” Patrick chuckles weakly pinching your hips hard, trying to seem less affected than he really is. “You’re so fucking gone. All that attitude needs is some dick to fix it, huh?”

You crack your eyes open, blearily searching until you zero in on his face. He’s smiling smugly, eyes blown out and hazy.

“Shut the fuck up,” you spit weakly, raising your hand to shove your index and middle finger between his parted lips. You push back far enough to feel his throat constricting against your fingers, letting him gag on you. Your eyes trace the side of his face, down the slope of his nose to where his cherry red lips are lewdly spread around your fingers. 

You can distantly hear Art groan behind you, his hips speeding up impossibly faster. His hand squeezes your neck, fingers digging into your sensitive skin meanly. You hook your fingers behind Patrick’s teeth, dragging his face to the side to meet your eye. Patrick moans around your fingers, gazing at you pleading through half lidded eyes. Drool leaks from the corners of his mouth and down his chin, drenching your wrist. His hot, wet tongue sliding along the pads of your fingers feels scalding.

Patrick's hands are everywhere, pulling, pinching, caressing, his touch a maddening mix of rough and tender. The feeling of him inside you, alongside Art, is almost too much to bear, making you gasp for breath. Your moans are a symphony of pleasure and desperation, each one a plea for more, more, more the closer you get the edge.

“Shit, ah, Art, ah!” Your feet scrabbled uselessly against the sheets, the fingers of your free hand twist Patrick’s hair roughly. “I’m gonna come— Mm, ah! I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” Art goads, the rhythm of his hips not faltering, “Come on baby– fuck yeah– fucking soak these dicks–”

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you come, your vision whites out around you as the entire world shrinks down to the stretch of your gushing cunt around Art and Patrick. The slight burn of them, the fullness, the unrelenting pace of Art’s hips stinging the skin of your ass on each thrust. 

Patrick bites down on your fingers with a broken whine just as Art sinks his teeth into your neck, both of them groaning so loud it’s all you can hear. That and the faulty rhythm of Art’s hips snapping against the meat of your ass in loud ‘cracks’. 

They come together, and you can feel it.

You can feel every twitch and jerk of their cocks inside you as they spray the walls of your cunt with their releases. Spurt after spurt of hot come claiming you as theirs, filling you to the brim. Art doesn’t stop, working the three of you through your orgasms. Each thrust fucks more of their come out of you, the lewd squelch of it leaking from of your loose hole to gather around the base of their cocks in two matching creamy rings makes your ears burn.

Just as it gets to be too much, when the pleasure starts to give way into biting overstimulation, Art stops. You’re slumped against Patrick, shaking like a leaf when Art starts to pull out as gently as he can. You hiss when the head of his cock slips out, thighs clenching together.

“Sorry,” he whispers sweetly, giving your shoulder a gentle kiss. He practically man handles you off of Patrick’s cock, lifting your hips up and off of him.

Patrick groans, stomach twitching in oversensitivity as your slick walls slide against his spent dick. Finally he slips out, his drenched cock falling to slap onto his stomach. There come rushes out of you, dripping sticky and thick down your inner thighs. 

There’s sweat dripping down your temple when you fall onto the mattress, your back sticks to the sheets but you’re too out of it to care. Art collapses next to you, sandwiching you between him and Patrick. The three of you are quiet, chests heaving as you catch your breath. Patrick’s hairy thigh is pressed to yours, firm and toned. Art’s got an arm slung over your waist, his breath puffs hot against your neck.

“It doesn’t have to be one or the other,” you say breathlessly, voice raspy and hoarse. “It could work. We could make it work, the three of us.”

Art and Patrick are quiet, their silence heavy with contemplation. You keep your eyes trained on the ceiling, more nervous bringing this up than you thought you’d be. The room is filled with the sounds of your collective breaths, mingling with the lingering scent of sweat and sex.

Patrick chuckles, you can feel his curls brushing against your shoulder as he shakes his head in dry amusement. "Yeah, because everything about this screams 'healthy relationship,'" he quips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Art lets out a soft, exasperated sigh, his grip on your waist tightening just a little. "We don't have to decide anything right now," he says, his voice low and steady. "Let's just...see where this goes."

You feel a rush of relief at his words, but Patrick’s hesitancy still gnaws at the edges of your mind. Patrick shifts beside you, his hand skirting lightly over your arm in a rare moment of tenderness.

"Guess we're in uncharted territory, huh?" he murmurs, his tone uncharacteristically serious. 

You laugh, finally daring to glance at both of them, a tentative smile forming on your lips. "Yeah, but maybe that's not such a bad thing."

Art and Patrick look back at you with matching grins wide enough to show their teeth, blonde and black hair fanning around their faces like halo’s under the room’s shitty fluorescent light. Your heart swells under the intense stare of two pairs of eyes, one blue and one green. You can feel the room start to fade away until it’s just the three of you and nothing else seems to matter.

Art leans down, giving your right shoulder a quick kiss. “If we’re doing this, we have to be honest with each other.” He looks between you and Patrick pointedly, but he’s still smiling. “No more bullshit games.”

Patrick snorts, letting his head fall back onto the pillows, “Yes sir.” 

You nod, not bothering to hide your smile. "No bullshit, no games," you agree, moving to squeeze Art's hand. He squeezes back in a silent promise.

The three of you lie there in a comfortable silence, the weight of your decision settling over you. It's definitely not going to be easy, but maybe, just maybe, it could work.

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[pure-smut]

say red.

featuring: Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader

contains: academic rivals to lovers, dom!Iwaizumi, rough s*x, degradation, dirty talk, creampie

note: all characters are over 18!

MDNI | 18+ content

word count: 2k

series: 1. say red | 2. say red | 3. say red

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You’d never paid attention to Iwaizumi Hajime. Just another face in the lecture hall, another voice answering questions, another serious guy with a serious face taking things so seriously.

It’s only when you’re paired together to work on a semester-long project that you pay attention to him for the first time. And wow – he’s fucking annoying.

“We need to meet up more than once every two weeks,” Iwaizumi tells you, frowning at your suggestion. “We won’t get enough done before the deadline.”

“It’ll be fiiiine,” you sigh. “The project barely contributes to our grade. All we need to do is pass.”

Iwaizumi narrows his olive eyes at you, entirely displeased.

“How are you,” he bites out. “… top of the class?”

You give him a sweet smile, throwing up a peace sign.

“Because I’m great, obviously.”

You had somewhat noticed that Iwaizumi’s name was always second below yours whenever test scores were published. It’s clear that’s a sticking point for him because he clenches his teeth so hard, you can see a muscle bouncing in his jaw.

“We’re meeting up twice a week,” Iwaizumi says, standing. When you open your mouth to protest, he gives you a hard look. “That’s final.”

You roll your eyes and shrug.

“Fine, fine.” A grin crawls across your face. “Iwa.”

He shoots you a disgusted look.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What, Iwa? It’s cute.”

Iwaizumi pokes his tongue into his cheek and rolls his eyes skyward.

“Whatever.”

With that, he gathers his bag and stomps out of the lecture hall. Your gaze follows the back of him as he disappears, the smile only slipping off your face when he leaves.

“So annoying,” you mutter to yourself, packing up your own things.

But it’s only until the end the semester. You can grin and bear it that long. Plus, it’s like you said before – the project barely impacts your grades. Iwaizumi might want to force you into way too many boring meetings but you have absolutely no intention of cooperating.

*

Iwaizumi messages you his address and a time to come round to work on the project.

Gotta buy a girl dinner first before you invite her to your bedroom, you message him back. He ignores you.

Like most other students, he lives on campus with a few other roommates. You half-expect to see them when you arrive at Iwaizumi’s but he tells you he’s chosen a day when everyone else is out.

“I need some peace and quiet if I’m dealing with you,” Iwaizumi says.

“Flattered,” you reply.

His room is neat and tidy, a smattering of volleyball trophies on the shelves. You vaguely remember that he’s on the college volleyball team but you didn’t know he’s good enough to have trophies. You smooth your features into something neutral so he doesn’t know you’re impressed.

You both sit at his desk, where Iwaizumi’s already set up notepads, pens and sticky notes.

“You’re prepared,” you remark, eliciting a heavy sigh from Iwaizumi.

“I’m sure it seems that way to someone who doesn’t even bring a pencil to class.”

You swing side to side on his wheely chair as Iwaizumi launches into his plan for the project, talking you through the list of bullet points. You make noncommittal noises, your eyes drifting off.

He has kind of a nice face, you think, your gaze dropping from his short dark hair to his sharp jaw. Iwaizumi’s wearing a t-shirt that stretches across his broad chest, the sleeves tight around his biceps. Damn, he’s pretty built, too.

Iwaizumi continues talking as your mind wanders. You wonder if he’s a good kisser. Hmm, probably too serious for that. Only chaste tongueless kisses and missionary in the dark.

You grin at your own thoughts and Iwaizumi stops talking mid-sentence.

“What are you laughing at?” His brow furrows. “You’re not even fucking listening.”

“Uh, no, not really,” you admit, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“Jesus christ…” Iwaizumi puts his elbows on the desk, digging his palms into his eyes.

He wants to launch himself out of the window. How is it possible that you of all people beat him in class? He freezes when he feels your finger trail over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Iwaizumi looks up.

“You’re so tense,” you say. You’re not lying – Iwaizumi’s muscles are like boulders. You give his bicep a poke and realise there’s almost no give. “Maybe that’s why you’re taking this so seriously.”

“You’re just taking this too lightly,” he says, frowning.

You’re looking at him weirdly, your eyes locked onto his, and the way you’re touching his arm is making his cheeks feel warm. What the fuck is going on?

Iwaizumi’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard and you smile, knowing you’ve got him. You stand up to move over and put yourself in Iwaizumi’s lap instead. His thighs are as hard as the rest of him and it feels like sitting in an actual chair. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“You’re kind of cute, y’know,” you say, cocking your head.

“Kind of,” he echoes, giving you a flat look. “Thanks.”

Iwaizumi’s hand rests on your thigh despite his unimpressed tone. You give him a sweet smile and trail a finger along his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there.

“Maybe you need some stress relief, hm?” you suggest, dragging your finger down to his hard chest.

“And you’re offering?”

“I thought you were supposed to be smart?” You cock an eyebrow. “Obviously, yes.”

Iwaizumi regards you, eyes sharp, and your breath hitches. Your smile nearly falters but you save it in time. It feels like he’s looking through you, into you. It’s a struggle to hold his gaze but you’ve never been one to back down. So you look right back at him.

Iwaizumi’s eyes soften and you see him smile for the first time. No, he smirks.

“Say red,” he tells you. “And I’ll stop.”

“O-okay.” You’re annoyed at yourself for stammering but something’s changed with Iwaizumi and it’s thrown you off.

“Repeat it back to me.”

“If I say red, you’ll stop,” you tell him and he gives a short nod, satisfied.

“Good.”

Iwaizumi stands abruptly, picking you up with him and throwing you on the bed. You yelp at the sudden movement, bouncing softly against the mattress.

“What-?”

You don’t have time to ask what the fuck is happening before Iwaizumi’s on you. He presses his mouth against yours, kissing you roughly. He pushes his body between your legs, forcing them apart to accommodate his thick frame.

One of Iwaizumi’s hands grabs your hip as the other snakes around your throat, holding you with enough force for you to feel it but not so hard you’re gasping. His soft lips are in contrast to the sharp stubble scratching your skin, his tongue sliding over yours.

Okay, I might have been wrong, you think. There’s nothing chaste about this.

Iwaizumi grinds his bulge against your clothed pussy, now exposed to him as he tugs up your dress. The friction through two layers of fabric is teasing, making your hips buck, desperate for more. You moan into his mouth and he squeezes your throat.

“Needy little slut,” he says roughly.

Iwaizumi’s degrading words only serve to turn you on even more. His voice has completely changed, now deep and throaty and utterly commanding. Iwaizumi keeps one hand around your neck as his other reaches down to unbutton his jeans.

“Is this what you want so badly?” he says as he pulls his cock free.

You gasp as it slaps against your mound, sending a spark of pleasure through you. You try to nod but Iwaizumi has your throat in too tight a grip.

“Use your fucking words,” he spits. “Tell me.”

“Y-yes, I want it. Please, I want it.”

Iwaizumi reaches down and you hear a violent rip. You’re not able to look down, your head fixed in place, but there’s a cool breeze across your exposed pussy. Your mouth drops open as you realise he’s ripped your panties clean off.

Iwaizumi smirks at your reaction.

“You act like a slut, you get treated like one.”

The Iwaizumi you knew before, so serious and studious, is long gone. You look up at him, his eyes feral, and realise you’ve severely underestimated who you’re up against. He lines up the fat head of his cock with your dripping hole.

“Look how fucking wet you are already.” Iwaizumi pushes himself inside you and you give a choked moan at the feel of him stretching you. “You don’t even need me to get you started, do you? You’ll spread your legs for fucking anyone.”

Iwaizumi’s flurry of degradation is making your pussy drool for him, only spurring you both on. But a nugget of defiance forms in your chest, even as tears stick to your lashes.

“This what your needy little pussy wants?” he demands, pushing in deeper to bottom out.

His cock feels so fucking good, dragging against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you to make your whole body feel like it’s on fire, but your determination not to let him take over fully kicks in.

“Y-yes, Iwa,” you breathe out.

Iwaizumi’s jaw clenches.

“I told you not to fucking call me that,” he grits out.

As if to punctuate, he starts to pound at you hard. Every slam pushes you closer to the edge, sending a jolt through your body to the tips of your toes. His large hand around your neck is delicious, pinning you beneath him as he fucks you raw. You sink your nails into his forearm, lustful whimpers falling from your lips.

“S-sorry…” you gasp. “… Iwa.”

Iwaizumi growls, moving faster and setting a brutal pace.

“Fucking brat.”

You don’t have the strength to talk back anymore. Iwaizumi’s cock is pulling you to the edge, making your eyes roll back in your skull as he rips an orgasm from you. Your pussy clenches down like a vice grip around his cock and a moan escapes Iwaizumi’s throat.

“Fuck… fuck…” he groans.

Iwaizumi fights the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, wanting to watch you bounce under him. Your walls are so slick, so hot, so fucking tight. You’re tearing down all his restraint, moaning so sweetly even as his fist is wrapped around your throat. He knows he’s not going to last much longer.

“I’m… gonna cum…” Iwaizumi says, voice hoarse.

“Inside me,” you plead. “Cum inside me, Iwa.”

Your words tip him over the edge.

His grip tightens on your neck, almost making you dizzy, as he thrusts once, burying himself fully. The moan he makes as he comes undone inside you is intoxicating, satisfying in a way you can’t explain. Iwaizumi’s chest heaves as he half-collapses on top of you, his arms shaking as he holds himself up.

Neither of you say anything, breathless and sweat-slicked.

“Well.” You break the silence with a grin. “I dunno about you but I definitely feel better.”

Iwaizumi’s serious face returns as he rolls his eyes, pulling away from you. He tugs a few tissues free from a box on his nightstand, handing them to you first before himself.

“What a gentleman,” you coo, cleaning yourself up.

“It’s polite. I’m not a savage.”

“The way you fuck says different.”

Even though you’ve still got his cum spilling out of you, Iwaizumi’s ears go pink at your comment. He ignores you and buttons his jeans back up. Cute, you think with a smile.

You point at your destroyed underwear.

“And you ruined my panties. That was rude.”

Iwaizumi’s cheeks tint as he blushes harder.

“Yeah, sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Finished cleaning yourself up, you hop off his bed and straighten your dress. “I’ll just make sure I’m not wearing any next time.”

Iwaizumi stills.

“Next time?”

“Duh.” You put a hand on your hip. “That was great, right? And my head feels totally clear. I think I’m actually ready to listen to your project plan or whatever.”

You take a seat at his desk, hands clasped demurely on your lap and smiling sweetly.

“Twice a week you said?”

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

#1 – I hate you

kinktober 2024 — #1

pairing: park wonbin x reader

au/genre: pure filthy smut without much plot, college!au, non-idol!au, popular!wonbin

word count: 1525 words

warnings: lying to your only friend Anton 😔, hate fuck (everyone just has a big fat ego problem), backshots, hair pulling, choking, reader is addressed as a girl, finger sucking (???), manhandling, slight overstimulation, a shimmer of fluffy feelings (but they do not get vocalized, not really), nicknames of both praising and degrading nature, dirty talk, unprotected sex (DON’T YOU DARE!), a tiny bit of cum play…?

a/n: kinktober day one yippie! this gem has been sitting in my files since forever… I was thinking about making this longer, but I kinda like it like this! enjoy! <3

taglist: @rjreins @meowniee @deezbin @ant-onie @ablackbtsstan @gacktsa

College parties. Some love them, some hate them. For you, it's all about who's attending – or rather: if he's attending.

Park Wonbin. God, even thinking of his name makes your blood boil. He is a player, basically, and he's absolutely full of himself, or so you’re convinced. He thinks he's better than everyone else, prettier and more popular… which he is. He's always surrounded by a group of people telling him just how great he is, and he always sports that smug smirk that makes you want to dart over and shove him face first into a sewer. He’s just so hot…

“Why are you staring at Wonbin?” Anton asks casually, as if he hasn’t just dropped the most dangerous question of the night. Anton is your one close friend that you've met in your economics class, and you can't believe he's just asked you that.

“Because he sucks!” You retort defensively, as if that would excuse your shameless stare down with the back of Wonbin’s head.

"I don't get what you don't like about him," Anton pushes, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, his voice almost too soft to reach your ears over the bass booming through the room. "He seems nice."

“Everything. He’s the embodiment, the epitome of a full of himself rich kid with good genetics,“ you say much too quickly, and it just confuses Anton more.

“Has he ever done anything to you?“ He counters, not letting this go. He certainly thinks you’re being unreasonable. 

You halt, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks, “w-well, n-not in this life, not yet!“ You reply hastily, now too flustered to go back to staring holes into Wonbin’s perfectly v-shaped backside. “It's just that his pure existence gets me so mad that I can't stand being in the same room as him.

"He's infuriating. Just look at him. God, he is obnoxious," you exaggerate before stepping away. You don't have to ruin your night by staring at the way his pearly white teeth sit so aggravatingly perfect in his mouth, or so you tell yourself… 

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"Ah, pretty girl, and you're still coming back for more..." Wonbin muses from behind you. You don't even have to look back at him to know he's sporting that smirk that you hate so much.

"Just shut up and fuck me."

And he doesn't need to be told twice. Just as you asked, he pushes in, burying his length inside you entirely. He doesn't give you time to adjust because he knows you don't want him to, and instead sets a brutal pace from the beginning. His hips crash into yours, his grip on your hips is surely going to leave bruises that will remind you of this shameful encounter for the next week or so. Just like every time, you try holding back your moans. You're giving him enough satisfaction by letting him fuck you, he doesn't need to get his ego inflated by knowing how fucking good he's making you feel. Although, you fail as soon as one of his hands leaves your hip to grip your hair instead, pulling you back. The all too familiar sting in your scalp makes you clench around him, a choked whine leaving your throat as he forces you to arch your back. He knows what he's doing when he holds onto the roots of your hair instead, hand just atop of your head as he pulls harshly while his tip pleasantly abuses your sweet spot. 

"You love this, don't you, doll face?" He teases, as if he's not feeling the way you clench around him, as if he's not able to see how your wetness starts dripping down your thighs. 

"D-don't talk," you bring out, and he lets go of your hair, the wave of relief after the stinging pain fueling the knot forming inside you. You can't give him the satisfaction of cumming this early again, so you try moving away from the pleasure, but he is quick to wrap a hand around your throat.

"Ohhh no, you're going to take it like the good girl you are," he says and the amusement is evident in his voice. You whine as his hand leaves your throat alone again, your upper body falling onto the mattress in exhaustion. His movements never falter as he pushes you to lay down on your stomach for him. This way, he has better access to push two of his digits into your mouth. Automatically you begin sucking on them, swirling your tongue around them as you whine pathetically.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Wonbin groans, fingers pushing down on your tongue, "you're clenching around me so hard, pretty. What, are you gonna cum already?"

"Yes," you admit quietly.

"What? Sorry, couldn't hear you with your mouth full like this."

"Yes! Fuck," you cry out, although it's still muffled by his fingers. He seems satisfied, angling his hips slightly different to hit that exact spot that makes you feel him all the way up in your stomach with how deep he is. 

A few more thrusts and he sends you crashing over the edge, walls clamping down on his cock like there’s no tomorrow. Yet, he is not finished with you; he pulls out and manhandles you onto your back, immediately pushing your legs as far up as they go against your chest, and pushes back in in one swift motion, groaning deeply at the feeling.

Your head feels cloudy from your orgasm, and you have to really concentrate on actively hating him right now because, honestly? With the way his grown out black hair softly sticks to his glowing, sweaty skin, his plush lips are parted as he lets out sighs of deep pleasure ignited by no one but you, and the subtle yet undeniable scrunch of his brows, you’d fall in love with him right now if you didn’t remind yourself that you’re supposed to hate his guts… for whatever reason.

“That’s it… you’re a little slut, aren’t you? Claiming to hate me, yet you let me do this to you…” he grunts breathlessly, pushing his cock in to the very hilt, watching intensely as it disappears between your folds repeatedly.

“Sh-shit… I do hate you-,” you cut yourself off by moaning involuntarily as he presses the pad of his thumb against your clit, “don’t act so cocky, you- fuck… you love this.”

He glances up into your eyes, a mischievous smirk on his lips despite his eyes being glossy from pleasure, “I never denied that, princess. I never said I hated you. I’m just fucking you like I hate you because that’s what seems to get you off the most.”

“Fuck you,” you retort, attempting to glare at him, but he looks so pretty, and whatever he’s doing in between your legs makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back. 

“I know no one’s ever fucked you better,” he states, completely ignoring your words, “that’s why you keep crawling back like the needy little slut that you are… you say you hate me, but you’d go crazy without this dick.”

"You're so- f-full of yourself," you point out weakly, pushing your hips towards him for an even better angle.

At that, he chuckles, "you're the one full of me right now..."

"Sh-shut-," but instead of finishing your sentence you cry out in pure pleasure as he rams his dick right into your sweet spot, rubbing his thumb into your clit with such precision it makes you see actual stars. 

"Cum on this dick again, I know you want to," Wonbin urges, his own breathing heavy as he nears the finish line as well.

"I hate you, fuck- I fucking-," you moan pathetically, body tensing up as your high quickly approaches. Wonbin delivers a few more hard thrusts before sending you off into a mind-blowing orgasm that leaves you shivering and panting.

Your walls clamping down on him trigger his climax as well, and just in time, he pulls out, painting the clenching mess between your legs with his hot cum, a choked groan on his lips. He twitches and shivers as he brushes his tip through the sticky substances that mixes with your juices, earning a few whimpers from you as he rubs it over your oversensitive clit. 

“That’s it…” he mumbles, eyes trained on where you were connected just seconds prior, “that’s my good girl…”

And even in your hazy mind, the word catches on.

My…?

© 2024 YUTASBELLYBUTTONPIERCING all rights reserved — please DO NOT translate, take, nor repost any of my works.

[flokali]

♢ Worship | Zhongli

Warnings: AFAB! Reader, Non/con -> Dub/con, Mind break (MC), Yandere, Cult AU, isekai, past violence towards MC, patronizing behavior towards MC, penetration, fingering, delusional behavior/thoughts from Zhongli, cum is everywhere, unprotected sex, dumbification (MC) (kind of), dirty talk, use of the c^nt, manipulation of MC, repetition, cock-drunk MC, desperate Zhongli, degradation towards MC (slut, liar, whore), implied exhibitionism, implied s.ex between MC and other Archons, unrealistic sex. Ask to tag!

Roles: Top! Dom! Zhongli | Bottom ! Reader

A/N: Here it is... it's definitely something new for me;; It's absolutely not for everyone and I am begging you to read the warnings, if this is too much for you do not read it! It's 100% fictional and falls under Dead Dove / Dark Content: it is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. Anon, ILY and you're the best... my beloved ! Took me forever to get this out, but here it is... yipe >_<

Word Count: 5.2k !

— Minors do NOT interact —

You were shunned away and hurt by those who you had once loved.

Already weak and alone, it was as if they took joy in seeing you despair, as if the way you crumbled around them was entertaining.

It hurts, oh Heavens above, you were miserable.

It wasn’t just physical, it was emotional and mental as well – every single weakness you possessed was exploited until you became a shell of yourself, your mind and body governed by fear and hatred and a need to survive, because you needed to survive. Even if it meant being reborn anew, you couldn’t let them win.

You couldn’t bring yourself to forget, it was all too painful, too cruel, too unjustified; they drove you to your limits and pushed you further until you broke. Until the person looking at you in the mirror looked like you, spoke like you, thought like you, but didn’t feel like you.

It’s why you couldn’t forgive the man standing in front of you, because deep down you knew he would have killed you if given the chance back then. You knew he held no regrets, that he’d do it all again to the next person who committed the crime of being deemed unworthy.

“I cannot,” your voice was assertive, or at least as assertive as you could muster in front of a God, “I… refuse to forgive you.”

“Please be reasonable,” Zhongli begs of you as he approaches you slowly, like a hunter would its prey, even if he claimed to think himself bellow you - you knew he held more power than you “we had no idea – I had no idea… if we’d known earlier, I swear upon Liyue Harbor itself, things would’ve been different.”

“And yet, time runs forwards,” you reply, slowly walking further away from the approaching man, or at least attempting to, but it was no use as he quickly makes his way closer to you, long legs and fit frame having no qualms in cornering you, “I have no use for ‘what if's’ or ‘could be’s’ - what is done is done, we have nothing to talk about, now let me leave because this is getting ridiculous.”

“My god is so stubborn,” he chuckles, acting as if your words meant little to him, something that greatly confused you - he spoke highly of you and yet seemed to think lowly of your person -, “I am afraid I don’t yet know if that’s something I like or not,” he mumbles that last part to himself before addressing you once more, “alas, I cannot let you leave until we reach a suitable agreement, your grace, you’re clearly not thinking clearly if you don’t see the multiple benefits that having me as your servant shall bring; with me by your side, you may as well be unstoppable.”

You scoff, a sense of disdain flows through your veins as you glare at him; you were slowly growing agitated by him and his presence, “First, you claim I’m your God and now you speak of me as an equal, as if I needed you - as if you had a right to speak to me at all -, what is it, Zhongli?”

He says nothing, his eyes take you in, you both know you’re cornered with nowhere to run, with you now completely at his mercy. It reminded you of the times he’d hunt you down with the intent to kill, if you were honest you much preferred the way he looked down at you back then than the current look in his eyes as he judged you with his eyes, as if assessing how worthy you were of his time albeit claiming servitude and humbleness before you.

“How utterly foolish, how… cute.” He chuckles, now only a mere inches away from your face. You hadn’t even noticed the stones he’d raised from the ground caging and forcing you into his proximity.

His hands, cold as they were, find their way to your cheeks. You attempt to swat his hand away but he’s simply too fast, quickly gathering both of your limbs and forcing them against his chest; the position was uncomfortable as you were forced to look up at his larger frame and feel his toned chest, a strange feeling was brewing in your lower region you desperately tried to ignore.

“Of course, you’re my God,” he says, his words serious, he spoke with such conviction it made your skin crawl, “and I’m your humble servant, which is why I am begging you to reconsider your opinion on not only myself but my people as well.”

“Absolutely not.” You accentuate your words, even if they come out a bit muffled from the way he gripped your face, to make your point loud and clear.

“Very well then, you leave me no choice,” he smiles and it sends a shiver down your spine because nothing good has ever come from someone smiling at you like that, “if you won’t let me worship you, then I’ll have to do it by force.”

His lips crash into yours but he makes no move to withdraw his hand from your cheeks, instead he uses it to press deeper into you - as if attempting to consume you whole.

You have no idea how long he’d been kissing you for, all you know is that his lips were devouring your own and that his tongue was battling with yours for control over your own mouth. The hand that grasped your wrist guided your hand to caress the archon’s chest, over his hardening nipples and around his pecs. There’s short intervals between kisses, but he doesn’t properly pull away until you’re begging for him to let you take in oxygen.

“Ah…” Zhongli finally pulls away to breathe, you’re in shock as you look at him, pure anger running through your veins, a complete contrast to the blissful look in his face as a blush overtakes his godly features, “You taste… divine.”

Ridiculous, Zhongli was being completely and utterly ridiculous! Making a joke, and a poor one at that, at a moment like this where he was doing this to you was incredulous. You wanted to scream at him, forcefully make him understand that you didn’t want him nor his sick worship and yet your body easily made way for him to slot his lips against yours once more as he parted them with a squeeze of your cheeks.

“Mhm~” You can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you feel his tongue enter your mouth once more, “Ah, hmgh… humgh!”

Your back is flat against the wall, the Lord of Geo’s body effectively caging you in, and you have no choice but to part your legs as he places his knee between your own. You can barely breathe properly as he attacks your mouth, as if he’s making sure to explore it until he could map it out, his groping hand that had now left your cheeks and teasing touches don’t help at all as you feel yourself grow dizzy with unwanted arousal, a feeling shimmering in your pussy that has you unconsciously bucking your hips into his strong and firm limbs.

“You look so much better like this, Your grace,” he says as he takes a breather, his eyes – eyes you once adored back when you were home – glowed with arousal as he looked you up and down, “so quiet and docile, so obedient, it makes me want to eat you whole.”

“Rex Lapis! How dare you – ah, ha~ah!” You’re about to scold him and speak up when you break into yet another moan, you almost go cross-eyed as you feel his knee tease your neglected crotch; the cloth of his robes create a texture that feels heavenly against your hardening clit.

“Hmm? What is it, your highness?” He asks, feigning innocence as if he wasn’t the man responsible for your aroused state, “If you wish me to stop, speak up now before I get too, ah, excited.”

Zhongli once again doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s attacking your neck with fluttering kisses, “Come on, if you want me to stop,” he mumbled hungrily, it’s almost brutish the way he handles your body forcing jolts of arousal and pleasure to spark through your body, “say so.”

He’s challenging you to speak up, it’s as if he’s daring you to tell him to stop. He knows, the sick bastard knows that somewhere deep inside you - you still adore and want him, that a sick part of you wants to forgive him and be loved by him.

“Mora-ah~ !” You moan as he sucks at a particularly sensitive spot in your neck, his hands teasingly run across your thighs, caressing the skin in a seductive manner that has you trying to close your legs. Your core is slotted near his knee, where he can teasingly bump it up against it to give you momentary sparks of pleasure.

You want to scream at him to quit toying with you but you can’t formulate the words, not with the soft whimpers and groans you were letting out. He gives you a particularly strong bump, one where your clit — which was growing more sensitive by the second — and his clothed knee come into direct contact. You let out a particularly high pitched moan at that, the feel of his muscle against your lower lips simply intoxicating, that has Zhongli responding with a grunt of his own, something that sounded like your name rumbling from deep inside his throat.

“Such a slut for me,” he manages to get out, he’d been too busy teasing your skin with his teeth to comment on anything for a while, “such a good whore…”

It felt demeaning to be talked down to like that, especially by someone who claimed to wish to become your humble servant, but his words had a primal part of you beaming with satisfaction at being called good. You’re so taken aback by your own reaction you don’t notice him tugging at your robes and undergarments, not until he’s freed your cunt - allowing it to come in contact with the air.

“There we go,” he praises you, finally detaching himself from your neck, which was now littered with bruises and hickies, “your grace, I am truly honored… to be the first of your followers to make love to you…”

There’s a sick, almost delusional, look on his face as he breaks into a soft grin as he palmed your cunt, thick fingers gathering the slick that slowly poured out of your cute hole as it desperately tried grasping at anything.

His hand parts your legs further so he gains better access to your cunt, before he takes his free hand to properly caress your nerves. Slow and sensual movements against your clit and slit have you desperately bucking your hips to meet his fingers, he never inserts a full digit up your gummy walls instead opting to slowly work the opening by stretching your entrance and fingering you only up until his dip joint. Your arousal soon is leaking down your thighs and hitting the floor, making a mess of cum and love juice that would’ve made even the Devil blush, even the amount that escaped your soaking hole surprised, was it normal to be aroused enough to leak into the floor, you wondered.

“You’re ready,” you break out of the hazy mist of lust that clouded your mind as soon as you hear the man speak, “hah… I’ll… I’ll stick it in now, your grace… I’ll make sure to fill you up.”

“What…?” You manage to pant out, but he doesn’t answer you - instead he opts to free his hardened cock from beneath his clothes, a thick and long monster that sends a shiver down your spine as you questioned how he even thought someone could take it without hours of prep beforehand, and directs it towards your soaking entrance, “Z-Zhongli… don’t, please… you’re too big and… I’m not, I’m not ready… please, don’t… I’ll forgive you if you stop, stop! Just please, no… stop, I… I’m sorry, I…”

He pays your begging no mind as he slots his tip inside of your hole, which is enough to have you desperately clawing at his arms; “Hah, your highness… we - we’re becoming one…”

The Lord of Geo decides to ignore you, opting instead to slowly sink himself further into your gummy walls, even with the previous preparation and the slick you’d released your cunt was gasping in pain as you felt his thick dick enter your poor, tight pussy; before you knew it you were practically spasming around his length, awkwardly jolting and jumping as his cock slowly made its way past your tight muscles. The pleasant burn and torturous slow pace has you gasping and rolling your eyes towards the back of your head; he’s not even completely inside of you and you feel so… full. You don’t even want to imagine what it’d be like to have all of him inside you.

“Hah~ Hah,” you hear him pant beside your ear, his hot breath making you shiver, “you’re… tight…”

Your face is heating up at his words, it doesn’t help he’s slowly pressing himself deeper into your hole nor that he is slowly grinding himself against your walls in an attempt to ease your tense body.

“You’re t-too big…” You miraculously manage to get his hands off of you, “Fuck, get off… please… g-hgkh! ”

You trail off, too focused on the pleasure at hand to finish your thoughts. You didn’t want this, you didn’t want to have his dick inside you and yet your body sucked him in so greedily. You’re shaking and panting by the time he finally bottoms out, his balls hitting the fat of your ass with a soft thud that made your walls momentarily tighten at the lewd and erotic sound, it was too much and yet you were beginning to grow fond of the feeling of his cock bulging against your stomach.

Zhongli lets you sit on his dick for a while, allowing you to get accustomed to the feeling of fullness, probably trying to get used to the feeling of your warm walls encasing his dick, you try to pull him off you one last time but he doesn’t even budge, he’s too big, in retaliation, he gives a smooth roll of his hips that has his cock rubbing against every nook and cranny inside of you, including your special, spongy spot that had you seeing stars.

“U-ugh…” You let out a gurgle, you don’t want to admit it but the way his dick felt inside you had you seeing Celestia.

It’s the realization that he had no intention of letting you go un-fucked, and the shame of feeling aroused, that has you finally releasing the death grip you’d had on his arms, a sense of defeat and humiliation settled in your stomach; to preserve any reminder of your dignity it’s best you just let him use your hole like a toy. You’d denounce him, obviously, once the act was done and you’d have him sentenced, hopefully, to death for defiling you - that’s truly the only comfort you have.

It seems he takes your now compliant state as a go ahead to start moving. It’s painful at first, you’re overly aware of how his cock is moving inside of you and the feeling of pleasure is almost completely overshadowed by hatred and humiliation, your companion, however, seemed to be enjoying himself. You’re certain this whole event would be uncomfortable and unpleasant, you doubt you’ll even finish, or at least, you did until a particular thrust hit a particularly sensitive nerve that sent an aggressive wave of pleasure coursing through your veins, it’s blinding, it quite literally took your breath away as your brain struggled to process the unexpected yet erogenous sensation.

“S-shit!” You gasp, your whole body twitching. For a second, all thoughts left your mind, only a primal need to feel good again taking over as the wave rocked through your body, infiltrating every nerve and muscle, coursing through your brain as you desperately tried to prolong the almost intoxicating sensation. You don’t even realize how tightly your cunt is clutching his dick until he lets out a condescending, deep laugh.

“D-did you feel good, your highness?” His breath hits your ear and you suddenly feel overstimulated from your recent release and the feeling of his burning skin encasing you.

His words bring you back to reality and you have to restrain yourself from biting a chunk of his skin, you’re still trying to come back from your high, a high you desperately wanted to deny; “A-as if, hah, a monster-r such as yourself could pleasure me… f-fuck!”

“Is that a challenge, your grace,” he asks, golden eyes narrowing in amusement, , “if so,” he adjust your position, suddenly your legs are no long touching the floor as he’s taken them into his arms, his hands hold your knees so you can’t fall nor escape his brutal thrusts, you’re at his mercy, “I won't back down.”

That’s the start to an agonizing pace, one where he’d give deep, sensual thrust into your pussy - he’d start of slow, making sure you felt every vein and bump that made up his cock -, and then pick up the pace momentarily with short yet precise, rapid thrusts that had you bouncing in his arms like a rag doll.

“Do you like it, my beloved?” He lets out as he desperately tries to coax a confession of pleasure out of your lips, keenly aware of the way your insides became harder to exit the more aroused you were, “If, ha-ah, if I pleasure you like this everyday, you surely will forgive me, r-right?”

You’re too preoccupied with the way Zhongli’s hardened length rubbed a particular spot inside your walls that had your legs tensing helplessly in his grasp to answer; you could feel a ball of uncomfortable pleasure build up in your lower region that had you panting the more it grew.

Your thoughts were slipping away as the man lowered his hand to toy with your hardened clit, you felt like you were about to cum from that ministration alone but you helplessly try to stop yourself; you’re certain that if you cum even once you’d completely lose yourself, it was already hard enough not to beg for him to stop teasing you and fuck you properly as it was, and you’re certain that the minute your slick coats his dick, you won’t be able to stop yourself from begging to be fucked like an animal in heat. But it was so hard, so terribly hard, especially when he began kissing and teasing the hickies he’d previously painted over your body, the added feeling of your clit being rubbed as your cunt was being pounded into in different rhythms had you bucking your hips to meet his own - even a second without his cock inside of you was becoming unbearable, you… you needed his dick, you needed to feel good.

You wanted to sob from the frustration of the never ceasing pleasure that was building inside you, you wanted to cum so bad you were growing desperate, not even realizing your hips had begun moving on their own in an attempt to hurry up your release. You don’t think you’ve ever been so sexually frustrated, continuously growing restless as your head began clouding from pleasure.

It’s as if he was reading your mind because as soon as the thought hits you, he moves near your ear to moan in a low voice; “Go ahead, my love, cum for me… just know that if you do, I’ll take it as an invitation to become yours… Come on, make this dick yours, I… ha-ah… I know you want to.”

Wasn’t that so lovely? Wasn’t that such a wonderful agreement; in exchange for your slick, you would have one of the greatest cocks in the continent as your own personal servant!

Because it was what you deserved right? After all those months of pain and hurt, you deserved to feel good and be loved like you always were meant to be loved.

Zhongli notices your apprehension and he doesn’t blame you, but he was going to make things right; he had to, no matter what, no matter how, no matter what it takes, he will make it up to you. Even if it meant lowering himself from the status of Archon, even if he had to apologize and beg.

“I’m so sorry,” he begins mumbling into your skin as his cock keeps abusing your hole, he knows it’s an underhanded method but he doesn’t care, he meant every word he said - even if his way of showing his feelings was wrong, “you didn’t deserve any of it, no… y-you should be worshiped, you’re – fuck! You’re my savior, you’re everything to me, everything… I love you, I love you, I-I’m y-yours,” your cunt unwillingly clenches at that, “I-I’m yours to do as you please… you’re so good to me, so good… Come on, cum on me, use my cock… Allow me to repent for my actions, you will - won’t you?”

As one of his hands continues to rub your clit, the other supports your body weight, he doesn’t even seem to break a sweat as he holds you and fucks himself silly inside your tightening cunt.

There’s something about his desperate tone, the way he whines into your skin in between kisses and sucking, that has you believing his words; maybe he was regretful, maybe he did see what he did wrong, he was clearly trying to make it up for you by having sex with you, right? This was okay, right? He was sincere, you both knew he held a deep hatred for his actions, he’d been begging to see you ever since he’d learn of your true identity, he’d sent you gifts and offerings in an attempt to swing your favor; Rex Lapis didn’t do that for anyone, Zhongli didn’t do that for anyone.

He kept going on and on about how sorry he was, how desperate he was to feel you cum on his cock, how badly he wanted to serve you, how much you meant to him, how everything he ever did was for you; he loved you, he needed you, he wanted to be with you, he needed to be with you. His voice was growing raspy and whiny, a completely new side to the normally composed and cool Zhongli you were used to.

His words begin to seep into your brain, his admissions of guilt, his declarations of love, the way he begged you to take him as your own.

“I-I feel your pussy tighten,” he mumbles, “you’re so… you feel so good, mhm… I’ll be yours, I’ll make it up to you, everything – Please, s-shit, let me be yours, I want to be yours, allow me to serve you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Zh-zhongli…”

“Your grace,” he moans and you can feel the way his body shudders as you whimper his name, “I’ll do anything for you, please - please, ha~ah?! Make me yours, let’s cum together, please, I want to cum inside you, I want you to come… If I make you cum, you’ll let me serve you, right? M-my lord, mine, mine… I’ll claim you as mine, my own god, only m-mine, mhm-mmph… I’ll make it up to you, you’ll be mine, you’ll love me, you’ll love me-ah, we’ll do this e-everyday a-and you’ll be mine, hah~”

You felt the last of yourself break as the words he whispered made your cunt squirt all over the Archon, the one who’d hunted you for sport, made your life a living hell, who’d offered his body and power as an apology; he now stood with his hips and pelvis covered in your cum.

“C-cumming! Ah, ah-hah… I’m cumming, ‘m cumming, shit! I’m cumming on your c-cock! Hah, hah… ah~ah, ghk-k!”!

Yet you couldn’t stop, your poor pussy kept leaking as you convulsed from the intensity. It didn’t help that Zhongli made a point of pressing himself as deeply as he could inside of your pussy, as if trying to penetrate your womb with the tip of cock.

It’s as if your body had been lit on fire, your body twitches and turns as you gush all over the floor, it’s an electrifying feeling as you give up control and succumb to pleasure.

Cock, you were cumming on Zhongli’s cock, on the man who wanted you dead only a few weeks ago, you were on his cock, his cock was inside you, your cum was coating his cock - the cock that was humping your pussy, the man who was groping you, the one who’s threatened to kill you. You could only think about his cock, the big, long, thick, fat cock that had you drooling over yourself. You didn’t know what was leaking out of your pussy, it kept coming and coming out, coating the Archon’s lower half with your love juices - your legs hurt as you tensed and twitched and your nipples and clit all felt painfully hard.

It takes you a few seconds to stop cumming and yet, even as you were held in his arms panting from the feeling, you weren’t tired – in fact, you don’t think you’d ever felt better.

It seemed the man balls deep inside of you was feeling the same way for it doesn’t even take him more than a minute to start bouncing your limp body on his cock once more.

“More… I want more, more, wanna… wanna cum again.” You’re too out of it to realize you were speaking your thoughts, too desperate and drunk on the feeling of sex and the pleasure it was bringing you to feel shame.

Even though your body felt heavy as lead, you weakly try to match the rhythm set by Zhongli with your hips, desperately searching for the pleasure he’d given you minutes before.

If you’d been looking at his face, you would have been able to see the look of surprise that washed over his handsome features; was this really you? Had it truly only taken you a good fuck to temper you out? His golden eyes seem to glow brighter as his excitement grows, his dick somehow hardening even more albeit still being inside of your warmth. He takes it as a sign to adjust your body one more time, taking you in his arms once more and allowing him to bounce you on his cock like a toy.

You’re too sex-brained to fully comprehend what was going on, only truly thinking with your cunt - desperate to feel the white ball of pleasure explode inside of you once more and to feel Zhongli coat your insides with his cum.

“Ha-ah, Zhongli,” you whine, your voice comes out airy and unsteady as your whole body bounces on his dick, “p-please… c-cum inside me! ‘Wanna feel your cum inside my pussy, pl- fuck! Ah, ah - feels good, your cock feels so good! ‘m gonna cum again, wanna cum with you… hah, hah, l-let’s cum together…!”

You can feel his breath hit your neck as he nuzzles into into your shoulder, an airy chuckle soon followed by teasing words;

“I-I, hmm… I thought you’d never f-feel pleasure from a monster such as myself,” his voice is raspy as if he were barely containing himself, “my grace is such a g-greedy liar…”

As if to prove his point he gives you a particularly rough thrust, one that has you seeing black as your eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“P-please… I want your cum inside of me, ghk! Want your cum, wanna feel your cum on my pussy, wanna be your… your, wanna…! Fuck, you feel s-sho’ good, so go~oh~od, aha, ahhhh…!?”

“Don’t worry, my beloved,” he breathes out, hurrying the pace of his hips, he never fully removes his cock from you, instead opting for shallow thrusts that are aided by the length and girth he possesses, “my only wish… is to serve you.”

You can’t even respond as one hand comes to massage your breast and the other lowers itself to play with your clit, the added ministrations have you panting and desperately grinding yourself against the Archon; your body felt like it was on fire from the heat that bloomed from where your two bodies became one.

“‘M close, ‘m gonna cum inside you.”

Those are the only words you have to brace yourself before hot, sticky cum is shot inside your aching body, painting your pink insides white with his depraved love. He doesn’t say anything, his own brain seemingly turned into mush, only capable of low groans and moans that border on animalistic while he made sure to press himself as deep as he humanly could, making sure that not a drop of the cum you’d asked for escaped your greedy hole.

As he rides off his high, emptying his balls inside of you as he softly rocked your body, you can feel your sex clench and slick begin to ooze out of your cute hole. He notices it, and begins rubbing your clit in an attempt to coax you into cumming for him. His finger feels heavenly as he rubs it in quick, fluid motions across your clit and vulva, the cum from your previous release and the overflowing left overs from his own aid you as your feet begin to curl and a ball of pleasure that had been growing inside your lower half finally explodes and you cum one more time on Zhongli’s cock.

Albeit not nearly as sudden nor shocking as the first one, you’re still left a twitchy and aching mess as your legs fall limp in your captor’s arms.

But after tonight, your brain could hardly process him as a threat, everything before the second he’d inserted his dick inside you felt like a distant nightmare, the man who now cradled your body was no longer your enemy - not now, not to you. Your eyelids feel heavy and you’re beginning to doze off as you feel a sloppy kiss be left on your cheek, you look up at Zhongli for the first time since he’d started to fuck you.

His pale skin is burning pink, sweat rolls off his handsome features, his lips look rosy pink and you can see faint bites on them from when he desperately contained his moans, he looked nothing like the God who’d terrorized you previously; his eyes were the easiest give away, however, where they once were full with hatred and disgust, they now shined with passion and servitude.

In his mind, he’d earned your forgiveness, the debauched act of taking you against your will was his last ditch attempt at making things right, and so from today onwards, in his perturbed mind, he was officially your first follower in the continent of Teyvat and most devout worshiper.

“Mhm…” A smile blooms on his lips as he squeezes your ass, the geo wall vanished and you’re left clinging to Zhongli as he adjusts his cock inside of you, the soft movement has you jumping from overstimulation, your sex drunk look endears the Archon as he duly noted his guests’ footsteps approaching, “let’s show them how to properly serve you, shall we?”’

[miniversse]

⭑”race my heart”pt.2⭑

╰┈➤ OTHER PARTS

⭑ lee know x female reader

⭑ synopsis: lee know, your academic rival strikes your path again during a motorbike meet up, and the lines of hatred and love begin to blur. as the engines rev and the wind blows hard, these lines intertwine and you both spill the bottles of emotions you had for eachother.

⭑ content includes: unprotected sex, spanking, degrading, non-idol lee know, non-idol reader, in established relationship, enemies to lovers, drinking, semi-public sex

⭑ minors dni

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as we zoomed through the city streets, the wind rushed past us, and i let my eyes fall shut to take in the cold air. the engine roared as lee know would pick up his pace and you had no other choice but to hold him tighter and push your body closer to his. the way he handled the motorbike, the way he wore his helmet, and the way the city lights reflected over him all made your stomach flutter…

you come to a slow stop at a red light and you gain your hearing again, hearing the other cars on your sides.

“you’re not gonna ask where i live?” you exclaimed over the loud rumbling of his motorbike

“i’m stopping by a kiosk first” the hues turn green and you squeeze him tighter, preparing to take off.

lee know stops at an empty, dark lot of a small kiosk. the parking lot haopened to be behind the building and you were terrified of staying alone.

“i’m gonna grab a beer, need anything?”

“i’m not staying here alone did you lose your mind?!”

“tough luck, i’m not risking my motorbike getting stolen because you can’t wait a few minutes in the dark” he takes his helmet off and adjusts his hair. god you’ve never seen anyone like him.

“i’ll be fast” he walks off, and you’re left waiting in the eerie lot that’s only light source was the kiosks ugly sign.

“so, where do you work now?” he cracks his beer can open and signals you to do the same.

“me? i’m the manager of a computer engineering team” the silence was long and painful, so you throw his question back at him. “what about you?”

“uh, i’ve got a job at my dads liquor store.”

lee know? the academic weapon? working at his dads liquor store? something’s not adding up.

“oh, that’s cool” you take another sip, storing all this information to bring to your friend next time you meet up. he gets on his motorbike, facing you and letting his back rest on the handles. his legs spread wide open, and he glances at you for long periods of time.

“you’ve changed, a lot” his voice is quite, as if embarrassed to state so.

“yeah, you too. no longer that teasing young fucker you were”

“who said i won’t tease you right now right here? hm?” he says confidently.

you scoff, and just before you get to answer him, he’s pulling at your legs and moving you closer to him. he pulls your body on top of his legs and his eyes search yours.

“answer me. how do you know i won’t tease you?”

“i-i don’t kno-“ his lips crash onto yours, silencing you once and for all. his lips were so smooth and captivating, pulling you in for every kiss delicately. he progresses to biting at your lower lip and sucking at it to numb the pain. you let out quite whimpers to address the pain, but he only seemed to go harder and faster.

“l-lee know” you struggle to voice his name between his tongue and mouth, but he places a hand on your back and keeps going.

“call me a fucker again, and i’ll be bound to do it to you. you hear me? whore.”

your developing a wet spot, and the dirty talk isn’t soothing it at all. your feelings of challenging him arise again, and you move your lips to his ear and linger for a moment.

“fu-cker” you pronounce every letter clearly, letting him know you’re up for a challenge and he squints at you in disbelief. his hands move to your shorts and he unbuttons and zips them, pulling you up to drag them off of you. you do the same to him, fighting his growing bulge to strip his lower body bare. vibrations of the engine intensified the knot in your stomach, and you squirmed in your place.

“get down you cumslut, let’s see how i can deal with you” you oblige and move down, the cold air caressing your skin.

“bend over, now.” he puts a hand on your back and another wrapping the top of your thigh, and your wet spot grew thinking of how he would fill you up.

his fingers hook the hem of your underwear and he pulls them down at a painfully slow rate, really teasing you. his fingers find his way to your folds and he feels how wet you are. he lets out a chuckle in your ear, fueling his ego. his fingers push into your opening and you let out a breathy moan. he doesn’t move much, taking his time and slowly exploring your cunt as if you weren’t infront of him fighting to keep your legs stable.

“does cumslut want my dick?”

“y-yes, fuck. please.”

“mmm, you can beg for it.”

your head falls as he curls his fingers inside of you and reaches your good spot frequently. you’re panting now and you needed him inside of you, to get rid of that knot in your stomach.

“p-please lee know, i need you inside m-me. please”

“who was better in school?” the question startled you, and you tried to stand your ground.

“m-me”. his hand strikes across your ass, and you let out a series of whimpers. he asked the same question and you gave the same answer for what felt like forever until you couldn’t handle the pain of him striking your ass, giving in to give him the answer he wants.

“y-you”

“good girl” he caresses the spot he abused, and it felt heavenly at that moment. he brings his head down to your neck, and he marks your skin with hickeys. 

you were growing desperate and put your arm behind you, trying to find his length to guide it into you. he notices your desperate actions and you felt his tip nudge your folds, and you moved back into him to take him in, bringing your hand back to hold on. his cock enters you, and your moans fade into the large and empty lot. he pounces into you at a painstakingly slow pace, slowly picking it up as he widens your tight hole.

“god you’re so tight, i’ll fuck you till you’re loose” and with that he fastens his pace, the sound of his body slamming into you joined with his hissing and repetitive “yeahs” brought you to the edge, moaning sweet nothings to him.

“let me fill you up cumslut, y-yeah?” he picks up his pace and moves into you at an ungodly pace. his warm release fills your insides, and soon yours do too. lee know pants frantically trying to regulate his breathing, and you process everything that happened in the last few minutes. he pulls out of you and helps you put your clothes back on, frozen shocked at his act of kindness. 

you sat back on his motorbike, finishing the remains of the warm beer. he had his hands on both sides of your legs, watching your every move. his face was perfect in every way, and he had a major glow up from your school days. the neon lights casted on his face, and his muscles peeked from his tank top.

“im not satisfied” his voice fills the silence and you look at him with a confused face

“what do you mean?”

“i mean that i need to fuck you till your dry” his confidence was something you envied, he would pierce his eyes into you every time he challenged you and it always worked. the growing emotions of desperation and love for him grew.

“are you sure you can? i don’t think you have the stamina”

“let me show you what stamina looks like” he pushes you to the back and rides in the front, placing his helmet on and bringing you closer to his body. you were on the city roads again, holding onto the man you once wished death upon.

⭑ hihi! im still debating whether to continue one last part or stop it here. if you’ve made it to the end, id really value your opinion!

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Experience

Kishibe x Fem! Reader

Warnings: large age gap (reader is in her 20s but it’s unspecified) and Kishibe is 50, car sex, hand job, degrading, praising, smoking

A/N: this was meant to be a short 1-1.5k Drabble but it turned into a mini smut instead (my brain is weird so some of y’all may still consider this a Drabble or you may consider it a full fic… idk man) anywho here he is :)

Word count: 2.6k

“You… you can’t be serious, oneechan.” Denji was staring at you with an udon noodle hanging between his lips. You chuckled at Denji’s constant use of calling you “big sis” — Aki had reprimanded him forever ago about using formalities with you. You had told him senpai was far too much and that calling you oneechan was fine. Still, it made you chuckle that it was the only nickname he ever stuck too with no bribery needed. Aki still used the gum tactic to get Power and Denji to use the correct terms while addressing him.

“I am serious.” The smile never left your face, watching as Denji slurped his noodle the rest of the way. “But why? He’s so old! Hell he’s over half your age! Ain’t he like 50 or something? And you’re like 20-something? I doubt he can even get his dick hard!” You rolled your eyes, laughter bubbling in your chest as Denji’s clear shock at your crush on his mentor. You’d known Kishibe since you joined public safety a few years prior, having worked alongside Aki when it came to training under the man’s brutal regime.

“Oh I doubt that. Kishibe is a man of experience, he probably has over 30 years worth with women.” Denji still couldn’t see how that would appeal to you, if anything he thought it should be a turn off. “That’s 30 years of use. You’ll probably catch a disease.” At that you couldn’t help but snort, putting your cigarette to your lips and inhaling. “Just think about it for a second, Denji. Wouldn't you want a woman that knows what she’s doing? One that would know how to take care of you?”

“I mean yeah, but maybe a woman that’s only a couple years older than me. You’re going after a man that was well into adulthood by the time you were born.” You shook your head, finding it rather funny that Denji was seemingly peeved by this. “That’s real bold coming from you, Denji-kun.” The blonde quirked his eyebrow, eyeing you suspiciously as he went in for yet another helping. “You and your crush on Makima? The fact that she seems to reciprocate your advances? Kinda a similar situation… but mine is legal.”

You shrugged your shoulders, blowing the smoke you had inhaled. “Yah, whatever… go for your creepy old man then.” He stuck his tongue out as you rolled your eyes, a victorious smile still present on your lips. “No really…” he drawled softly “he’s right there.” You froze, head whipping around to the direction Denji had motioned to. Sure enough, Kishibe was sitting at the bar, a glass of whisky in front of him… typical. You turned back to Denji, utterly mortified. “You don’t think he heard us, do you?” The blonde shrugged, a shit eating grin creeping up his face.

“Denji!” You whisper yelled this time, face growing warm. “Huh?” He spoke a little louder than necessary “I don’t think he heard? What’s the big deal anyways? Ain’t you want him to know? So you can like…actually do something about ya crush?” He drawled loudly, enough to draw a few wandering eyes to your table. “N-not the point! Shut up!” You were snuffing out your cigarettes on the underside of the table seconds later, ready to make a quick escape before Kishibe could even notice you there.

The problem being, you knew your old mentor fairly well. It was more than likely that he was already aware of your presence. Not only that but you were nearly positive he’d probably heard you and Denji talking about him. You wouldn’t be able to escape him unless you put a conscious effort into sneaking out of here. Even then, he’d find a way to corner you and ask you what the hell was going on. “Eh, whatever oneechan… at least I have the guts to go for the people I like.” Now you knew you were done for.

If Denji was going to make this a game of confidence, you’d have to do your “big sister” duties and simply one up him. “You’re a pain in my ass.” You scoffed, watching the grin return to the blonde’s face as you pushed your chair out. “You can thank me later.” Was all he said, returning to his udon as you made your way to the bar. “Captain Kishibe.” You fought to keep your voice steady. Kishibe turned to look at you, the usual stoic expression on his face.

“Come to talk to the creepy old man sitting alone at the bar?” He chimed softly, watching your face morph into embarrassment as he confirmed your biggest fear. He heard everything you and Denji had said. “Blame blondey over there for that nickname. Guessing that if you heard what Denji had to say you also heard what I had to say.” Your arms clasped behind your back, fidgeting with your fingers nervously as you waited for him to speak.

Kishibe swirled his glass around, watching the amber liquid slosh before he brought it to his lips and downed the rest. “Oh, I did. Not that I’m shocked… you’re far more transparent with your emotions than you think you are, y/n.” You could have melted on the spot, seeped straight into the floorboards and disappeared forever. Instead, you shifted your weight from foot to foot, willing yourself to grow some confidence and test the waters. It didn’t seem he was necessarily shutting you down just yet.

“Well… I guess this was a pretty lame ass way of saying I have a thing for my old mentor.” Kishibe leaned back, eyes shutting briefly as he inhaled through his nose. “You’re just looking for someone to show you a good time. Tell me, have you ever actually enjoyed any of the men you’ve slept with?” His eyes opened and he turned to face you fully now, tapping the wooden top of the bar twice to signal that he was ready to pay his tab. “Truthfully, no.” A breathy chuckle left him, one that sent shivers down your spine.

“I see. I guess that would make it my duty, Hmm? Your old mentor has to show you the ropes… show you the good from the bad. A private lesson, if you would.” You didn’t quite know how to react, your brain working in overdrive to try and process the words he had just spoken. “S-so you’re saying you’ll…” you flinched at your own stutter, watching Kishibe eye you carefully. “That I’ll show you how a man properly satisfies a lady? Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, Sugar.” Your heart jumped at the nickname.

You found it hard to speak, instead you kept your mouth shut and watched your old mentor pay his tab before grabbing his coat off the back of his chair. “I paid for the fool’s meal as well as yours, he’ll get home on his own just fine. Let’s go.” Kishibe was heading towards the door, you waited till he was facing away to shoot Denji a look. The blonde seemed a bit awestruck that you were already leaving with him, you just shrugged as you left. You’d probably have to apologize the next time you saw him.

Before you knew it you were slipping into the passenger side of Kishibe’s car, thanking him softly for opening and closing the door for you. He slipped on the other side a moment later, turning the key so the engine roared to life. “I didn’t think you were the car type.” You commented softly, eyes scanning the amount of gadgets that littered the dashboard. The car’s interior was all black leather, that was at least something you expected from him.

“I’m not but the holiday bonus was nice and I needed an upgrade anyways.” He cracked his window, lighting up a cigarette before pulling out of the restaurant’s small lot and out into the bustling street. You didn’t expect him to be nervous, nor did you expect him to be awkward about the situation. Yet you were practically squirming in your seat, hoping he’d show some sort of nervousness to help you feel less inexperienced.

His cigarette hung half hazardously from his lips, one hand on the wheel while the other came down to rest on your thigh. You nearly choked on your own saliva, heat pooling in your gut at the simple action. “Amuse me, would you? What’s the best thing a guy has done for you, Hmm?” Smoke puffed out around his cigarette, eyes locked on the road as he waited for your response. “Offer to walk me home.” You admitted sheepishly, not quite sure how he’d react to such a lame response. It was true your taste in men hadn’t really benefited you in any way up until now.

He let out a gruff laugh, slowing down as he pulled up to a red light and plucked the cigarette from his lips. “That’s it? Seriously? Where the hell are you finding these bummy men?” You weren’t sure why his clear annoyance affected you the way it did, but you found yourself struggling to not press your thighs together. A small effort to relieve some of the ache, you knew if you moved your legs even a little he’d feel it. Then again, he was driving you back to his apartment to fuck you… would it really matter? “No need to be tense.” He murmured softly, hand squeezing your thigh.

“…’m not tense.” A stupid lie but it made him chuckle so you couldn’t really be mad at it. “Let me help you relax.” The cigarette was back between his lips, hand on the wheel as the light turned green. Kishibe pushed on your thigh, silently asking you to spread them. It took your brain a few seconds to properly respond, spreading them just enough that he could fit his hand between them. “Atta girl…” smoke puffed out around his lips once again, filling your nose in an almost intoxicating way. You were a bit shocked by the praise, nearly letting a whimper slip out.

The man you knew as your mentor was certainly not the same as the man sitting beside you. Then again you doubted he would ever woo the amount of women he did with his mentor attitude. Kishibe’s hand gingerly crept up your thigh before dipping between to cup your panty covered cunt. You mentally thanked yourself for wearing a skirt, giving the man in the driver's seat easy access to where you wanted him the most. He could feel your warmth radiating through the thin material, on top of that he could tell you were already wet.

Kishibe exhaled deeply, forcing himself to remain focused on the road even though he’d really like to look over and gauge your reaction. Truthfully, he had been waiting patiently for quite some time now for you to be the one to make the first move. He wasn’t lying when he said you were transparent with your emotions, but even then he didn’t want to risk creating awkward situations. He was getting old after all, a fifty year old man going for a woman in her twenties would certainly look terrible on his part if the other party didn’t reciprocate.

Maybe he was just a creepy old pervert for thinking that way.

Regardless, it was starting to get hard to ignore the persistent stiffness between his own legs. You’re breathing had hitched, suddenly dizzied by the fact that his hands were already on you. Two fingers pressed against the wetmark on your panties, drawing a sigh from your lips as he rubbed the material softly. “You’re more excited than you let on.” it was an off hand comment, one that had your fingers gripping the door handle to keep yourself grounded. Kishibe’s fingers slid along your slit, settling over your pulsing clit.

“You’ve said no man has ever satisfied you… I take it because he didn’t know where this was…” he pressed down, sending a shock of pleasure through you. Your mouth opened but nothing came out, slowly he began rubbing tentative circles, making sure you keep his fingers on the cloth of your panties. He wouldn’t let you feel his bare fingers just yet. More smoke puffed out, filling the car briefly before being sucked out the window. “I asked you a question, sugar.” you turned to look at him, face warm as his fingers continued to pleasure you. “T-that would be right…”

“Every woman is different, is this good for you?” you knew he was referring to his current action. “Y-yeah but…” you reached for his hand, placing yours over his as you guided him to a faster tempo. Kishibe took the reins again instantly, chuckling softly as you let out a soft moan. “Hmm, that better?” it was low, enough you send shivers through you as your hips jerked into his hand. “Need more…” you couldn’t quite figure out what specifically you needed, you just knew you needed more of him. “I know.” was all he said, fingers working you up continuously as he drove.

Part of you had to wonder if he was even driving you to his apartment at this point. It felt like you were going in circles around the city as he got you off in his front seat. Before you knew it, you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. “S-shit…” you clenched around nothing, the tension in your gut had appeared a lot quicker than usual. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he teased softly, fingers picking up speed ever so slightly. You mumbled out some sort of ‘yes’, gasping softly as the tension continued to build.

Maybe it was the combination of everything, Kishibe, his hand, the fact that he was doing this almost absentmindedly while driving through the city, everything was edging you on. “Then cum for me. Show me how much of a little slut you are. I mean really, you’re going to cum from me rubbing you through your panties. You’ll ruin them.” You whined at his words, the tension building so intensely that you were certain you’d fall apart. “Atta girl…cum for me” encouraged again, rolling to a stop at yet another red light.

He looked over at you know, the sudden motion causing you to turn to look at him. “C’mon… no need to hold back.” he sneered, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You felt your lower lip tremble, head turning to look back at the road as your orgasm crashed down over you. Breathless gasps escaped your lips, hand shooting down to hold Kishibe’s wrist as he continued to work you through your ogasm. “…ough… enough…” you squeaked, overstimulation taking over as the light turned green.

He only slowed because of the light turning green, hand never retracting from where it was between your legs. “Here we are.” He commented offhand, pulling into the parking lot of his apartment building. You blinked, the throb already returning. “Hope you’re not worn out… I haven’t even gotten to show you a proper good time.” He pulled into a numbered space, shifting into park and plucking the nearly gone cigarette from his lips. You watched him put it out on an ashtray in his cup holder, turning the car off a moment later.

“Well?” You shivered as his hand pulled away, making you want to chase after him. “Y-yeah…I’m not worn out. Hell, after your training it’s hard to ever get worn out these days…captain.” You teased softly, not knowing where the confidence came from. A smile actually tugged at his lips, hand reaching for the door handle and pushing it open. “I’ll remember that, sugar.” For some reason, you felt as if you had just dug your own grave.

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 2 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I may or may not have lived with these boys this weekend <3. Seriously y'all I was in a mood and needed this lol Hell I'm still in said mood.

Warnings: Dominate Steve and Eddie with a sub reader. Everything within this story IS consensual! I would never write a version of these boys where it wasn't. There is some degrading if you squint. Not as much as that first chapter. Choking and overstimulation for sure. Dirty talk all the way because I need these boys to whisper dirty dirty things to me. Smut, angst, and...fluff. Yes...I said fluff. Reader mentions being sore. I think that's it.

Word Count: 3497

The following morning, you sit in your car starring down at the school in front of you. They were both here already. You know because you passed their empty vehicles as you searched for a parking space. Riddled with anxiety, you finally mustered the strength to head in and begin your day. 

As you headed for your locker, you found yourself involuntary looking for them and you had no idea why. It’s not like either of them were going to address you or what you three had done the previous night with other people around. 

Would they even bring it up at all even after school? As you fell asleep last night, you could still smell them on you especially Steve. Hell, you could still feel them inside of you even when you woke up, your sore throat and cunt a constant reminder. 

“Hey you.”

“Jesus, Maze! You startled me.”

Your friend grinned as she leaned against the wall beside you. “I’m not surprised. I’m not sure where you’ve been space cadet but you’ve been staring at your locker for almost a whole minute without moving. I thought maybe you forgot how they work. See, you have to turn this thing here—”

“Yeah, yeah.” You giggle as you swat her hand away, spinning in your combination before opening the little door. A small yelp escapes your lips as something soft falls to your chest.

As you lift it up to inspect it, you realize it was the blouse you had been wearing yesterday. The one that Eddie had tore open but you could swear he took it with him when you guys left. 

On the collar you noticed a piece of notebook paper safety pinned to the fabric with a note scrawled across it in black marker. 

“The buttons may not be 100% even but it will button! -E.M.”

Your grin grew as you opened the shirt further to find that the buttons had been sewn back on. He didn’t have to do that.

“And there she goes again. Y/N!” Masie snaps her fingers in front of your face. “Honey, it’s a shirt. Either put it on or put it back. We have to get to class!”

You both made it a little before the bell, completely enthralled in your conversation to even realize Steve wasn’t in his usual seat but behind yours. 

“Um, are you lost Steve Harrington?”

“No Masie Collins. I’m right where I want to be.”

She huffs as she turns her back to him, addressing you. “Do you want me to sit there today?”

Your eyes scan him over, taking note of his calm demeanor. “No. I’m okay.”

You friend slides in the desk in front of you right as the teacher walks in and announces the class will be watching a movie today. As the lights fall and the film begins, you hear the man rustling around behind you. 

Suddenly, a folded piece of paper finds its way to your desk. Glancing at the teacher to make sure he’s not looking; you quickly open it.

“Are you okay?”

A small smile flickers across your lips as you respond and pass the note back to him. 

“Yes. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

“We wanted to call and check on you but we don’t have your number.”

“That’s ok. You guys don’t need to do that.”

You heard Steve aggressively sigh through his nose before replying. 

“This is the part where you’re supposed to give me your number…”

“How am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t ask?”

You hold the note in your hand, contemplating your words. You know it will upset him but why do you even care. Fuck Steve Harrington. You still thought he was an asshole… right? After passing it to him, you wait for his response. It feels like an eternity before the folded piece of paper finds its way back to you. 

“I don’t ask, honey. I take.”

“Sounds about right. Still a fucking asshole. Thank you for reminding me. And I’m NOT your honey!”

You heard him snicker behind you. 

“What would you rather I call you? Whore? Slut? Think carefully because whatever you choose is what I’m calling you when my dick is inside you again.”

You clung to the paper as you exhaled, stifling the moan that wanted to break free. As you closed your eyes to steady your breathing, you felt Steve’s index finger trace along your spine to the back of your neck. Quickly looking around to make sure no one was watching, you leaned back in your chair, keening into his touch. 

“I’m sorry. I just I don’t feel comfortable giving you my number. What if one of your friends gets it?  I’m afraid.”

“Ok. I understand. Instead of your number can you give me something else instead? Something else I need to hear from you.”

“Yes?”

“Did you like having me fuck you even though you fucking hate my guts? I told Eddie after you left that he has to try your pussy for himself. I’m seriously getting hard thinking about how tight you were around me.”

The bell chimed signaling the end of the period before you could answer and as you turned to face him, he had already got up and left the classroom.

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You managed to avoid them the rest of the day, choosing to skip lunch and walking into your last class with Steve a little later than normal. Your coach called you into her office near the end of the day advising you they were changing practice today and said that Mr. Higgins would notify the detention moderator. 

Breathing a sigh of relief at being able to avoid the boys until tomorrow, you changed into your practice uniform and put all your focus into the court in front of you. Your satisfaction was short lived however as the basketball your teammate had passed whizzed by you, rolling into two pairs of sneakers. 

“Hey there, princess.” Eddie grinned as he knelt down and picked up the ball, twirling it in his hands in front of you. 

“Enough, Mr. Munson.” The teacher yanked the ball from his grasp and handed it to you. “Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes meet theirs for a brief moment before you ran back to your team. 

The teacher walked the boys up the bleachers to where some of the other pep squad members were working on banners and inventory. You felt their eyes on your through practice, doing everything you could to just focus on the task in front of you. Occasionally, your eyes would wonder and you would see Eddie making one of the other girl’s giggle or Steve’s hands reach out and touch one theirs as they batted their eyelashes at him. 

Why does that make me angry? Am I jealous? No, I’m not! How can I be? Steve was right. I fucking hate him and Eddie.  I don’t even fucking know Eddie! They can touch and flirt with whoever the fuck they want! They can—

The basketball you threw towards the risers hit the wall just barely above the boy’s heads with an aggressively loud bang. 

“Oh shit! Are you guys, ok?”, your coach asked as she ran towards the stands. “Part of the hazard of doing stuff like this during practice.”

When Eddie and Steve turned their heads to look at you, they were met with your angry stare. The metalhead reached for the ball and held it out to you as you held up your hands to catch it. 

“Oh no, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt by throwing it.”

“I’m pretty tough. I can handle anything you throw my way.”

His smile faded as he glared at you, his tone full of venom as he spoke. “Come get the ball.”

As quick as you could, you bounced up the steps and slid into their aisle. When you leaned down to take it from him, Steve reached out to grab your wrist, pulling you closer to them. 

“That was really fucking stupid.”

“Mr. Harrington! You had all day to talk to Y/N. Y/N, get back down there and Steve focus on what you’re supposed to be doing.” You tried to do as you were told but the man’s gripped tightened, holding you in place. 

“Let. Me. Go.”

“Say please.”

“Jesus, am I talking to myself here?! Harrington! Munson! You have like twenty minutes left. Is it too much to ask that you guys behave?”

You tried pulling your wrist again but he maintained his grasp even as your coach began calling your name. Panic started to set in as your eyes fleeted around the gym.

“Please let me go.” Steve released you and Eddie handed you the basketball. “Fuck you both.”

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After practice you jumped in the shower, losing track of time as you let the hot water calm you down. You shouldn’t be jealous but you were. You shouldn’t want them but you did. What was this little dynamic anyway? Were you just fucking them or was there more? How did they even feel about you? There were so many unanswered questions and you were afraid to ask any of them. 

The sound of something hitting the tile loudly next you, jolted your eyes open as Eddie and Steve stood before you, blocking your only exit out of the shower stall. 

“It’s not nice when someone throws something at you, is it?”

Steve threw the basketball again forcefully behind you making you shout as you moved out of the way. 

“You’re…you’re not allowed…in here.” They chuckled as you stammered over your words. 

“Oh no, Steve. She’s right. We don’t want to get in trouble with the coach. No, wait a minute. We saw her leave a little while ago.”

“Mr. C could still be here.”

“I don’t think so, Harrington. He left when he thought we did. Hm.” Eddie places his finger on his chin as he pretends to think. “The last member of you team left fifteen minutes ago. I hate to say it but I think it’s just us.” 

You backed into the corner as you tried cover your sensitive areas with your hands. 

“Don’t to that, sweetheart. This is the first time I believe we’re really getting a good look at you here. Put your arms down.” Eddie closes his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright. Hard way again. Go get her, Steve.”

“No! No.” You drop your arms to your side as the boy stepped forward. 

Their eyes drank you in from head to toe as you nervously fidgeted against the wall. “Hm. I don’t get it, Harrington. She’s obviously extremely beautiful. I’ve never seen it but according to you she is capable of being sassy and raising her voice above a whisper. It seems by her display during her practice she is confident and able to somewhat express what she’s feeling. Maybe not correctly but still… why is she so fucking…timid?”

“Probably because we scare her.”

“Yeah, obviously not enough though since someone got jealous.”

As they laughed at you, something slowing cracked open inside of you as you stood up taller and glared at them. 

“I was NOT jealous. I have no reason to be.”

“Oh? So, you just threw something at us for fun? That’s not nice.” Steve was mocking you; they both were and it was making you even more riled up. 

“Fuck you! I don’t care who you flirt with or talk to. I threw that basketball at you because you both are so fucking aggravating! Ugh!”

Eddie’s hand shout out, gripping your hair as he pulled you out of the stall and guided you towards the locker area. “There she is! Now that’s the kind of girl I like to play with.”

As soon as your back connected with the cold metal of the lockers, his lips were on yours. You mewled at the taste of him, making him smirk into your kisses. As his mouth travelled down your skin, stopping to flick his tongue along your nipples, Steve came to your side. 

“You never answered my question.”

Eddie lifted your leg, balancing it on the bench behind him before pressing his face fully into your sex. You moaned as his tongue went work, rapidly moving between your folds as he switched between tasting your hole and sucking on your swollen nub.

“Oh my god.”

Steve’s fingers reached out delicately turning you to look at him. “Did you like me fucking you last night?” When you nodded, his palm reached out to grip you throat. “Say it, honey.”

“Y-yes, Steve. I liked you fucking me.”

“Shit. I forgot you don’t want to be called honey. Did you ever think of a name you would prefer?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You clung to Eddie’s hair as you came, your legs trembling. Steve smirked as you panickily looked at him when the metalhead didn’t stop his tongues assault on your clit. 

“Oh, he can stay down there for hours and with how good you taste… I mean, I’m just assuming. I didn’t get to have you as a meal myself yesterday but…”, his breath warmed your ear as he leaned closer. “…I could still smell your juices after I got home. So fucking good.”

Your eyes rolled back at his words as his lips kissed your cheek. The man felt you pulling below his waist, glancing down to see you tugging at his belt.  Steve’s smile grew as he helped you, unbuckling his pants and kicking them to the side before yanking off his shirt. You licked your palm, reaching down to stroke his cock. 

A combination of a laugh and a moan left his lips as he leaned his head against yours. “There was…more to that question I asked, you know.”

You other hand tugged hard on Eddie’s hair as the coil snapped again. He quickly rose to his feet, shoving two of his fingers into his mouth before roughly inserting them inside your pussy.

“What question did you ask, Stevie?”

“I asked if she liked having me fuck her even though she fucking hates me.”

“I—mmm—I don’t, fuck…” His digits rapidly moving between your legs was making it hard for you to collect your thoughts. 

“Oh. I’d like to hear the answer to that to. Answer him, princess.” Eddie’s head tipped back as he looked down at you with annoyed eyes. “Answer him.”

“I—I can’t…” Tears began to flow as he thrust his fingers faster, the sound of your slick filling the huge locker room. 

“Yes, you can, baby. Come on.”

“I…I—shit—I don’t fucking hate you!” You came hard as your legs buckled and your arms shot out to hold the metalhead’s shoulders, trying to keep yourself from falling over. “I don’t. Please…one…one minute.” 

They gave you more than enough time to catch your breath. As soon as your body stopped shaking, you felt more confident in your ability to stand as you straightened yourself and leaned back to look in their eyes.

“I don’t know you. I just know that you hang around with people I hate.”

Steve nodded as he turned your head to face Eddie who lifted your leg again, balancing it behind him. While he removed his pants, you lifted off his shirt, tracing your fingers along tattoos you didn’t know he had. 

The man dragged his cock through your soaking folds, gathering the wetness before breaching your entrance. “Jesus fucking Christ, Harrington. You were right. She’s so fucking tight.” You whimper as he thrust himself into at a steady pace. Eddie wasn’t quite bigger than Steve but he was thicker, stretching you open with every stroke.

You whined as your arms clung to his neck, his forehead leaning on yours as he panted against your lips. “You feel so good. Oh my god. Taking me so fucking well. Say my name, sweetheart.”

“Eddie…”, you mewled. 

“Louder.”, he grunted in frustration. You moaned it again but it still wasn’t enough. Eddie reaches between your both massaging your clit with his fingers as he pumped in you at a much more rapid pace. “Louder, Y/N! Come on! Don’t… don’t whimper my name under that meek voice bullshit! You say my name like you mean it!”

You screamed his name repeatedly as you came around his cock, positive that if anyone was walking by outside they would call the cops. 

“Fuck me, baby. Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. Can I cum inside you?” When you nod, his head falls against the locker beside yours as he rolls his hips roughly against your own. “Tell me, baby. Beg me to.”

“P-please, Eddie. I need you cum inside me. Please. I need to feel you.”

His mouth opened in a silent O as his hips sputter and he thrusts his seed into your cunt. Eddie licked his bottom lip as he pulled out and took a step back. Your arm was abruptly yanked to the side and Steve spun you around in front of him, slamming you back into the lockers. 

He didn’t take the time to ask if you were ok or even offer to be gentle after taking Eddie. His dick easily slid into your hole and you both moaned at the feeling. The pace he set was almost animalistic as his arms wrapped around your stomach to hold you to him. You lifted your arm to tangle your fingers in his hair, turning his head so your lips could find his own. 

“Steve, please. I want you to cum inside me to.”

“After—mmm—after you cum…again.”

“I-I-I can’t. I’m…it’s too much.”

“That’s so weird. Didn’t sound like to me he was asking.” You glanced over at Eddie who was leaning beside you two watching. 

One of Steve’s arms dropped as his fingers found their way to your overstimulated bundle of nerves. The tears began to fall again and the only words you could manage to find was “Please, Steve” as you repeated it till the coil broke. 

“Yes, honey. Fuck.” His body pushed you flat against the barrier in front of you as he chased his high, grunting into your shoulder as you felt rope after rope of his release shoot inside of you.

You continued to cry as his hands gripped your hips so he could slowly pull out of your now extremely sore pussy. Eddie pushed off the lockers and Steve did the same as he reached for your hand to follow. His head swiveled around when you didn’t move.

“Can you walk? I can carry you if you can’t.” When you nodded your head, he lightly tugged your arm. “Well, come on then.”

You were hesitant as you trailed behind before you realized they were taking you back towards the showers. The metalhead already had it running as steam filled the area. 

“Did you guys ever see Carrie? That’s what these stalls remind me of.”

Steve guides you under the water, pushing your hair to one side as you both watch Eddie descend to his knees and begin cleaning your body. 

“Isn’t that the one with the prom?”, the boy asks. 

“Yes, Harrington. More does happen but at least you actually understand my reference for once.”

“I’ve never seen the movie.” They both glance up at you when you speak. “I read the book though.”

A small smile appears on Steve’s face. “There’s a book?”

“Geez, Steven. It wouldn’t kill you to visit a library every now and then.” Eddie rises to his feet, continuing his task. “Do you like Stephen King?”

“I do. Have you read Christine? They’re making into a movie.”

He grins down at you as he reaches behind you to turn off the shower. Steve dries you off before wrapping you in a towel. They gather their clothes from the floor as you open your locker and get dressed as well. 

“I’m sorry…for what I did during practice.” Your eyes remained on the floor as you brushed your hair. When you finally managed to look up, you find them looking at each other. 

“Are you hungry?”

“Huh?”

“We were going to go grab some food in town. Are you hungry? Do you want to come?”, Steve asks again. 

“I…we…should we?” The man’s head tilts to the side as Eddie chuckles. “I mean…what are…what is this?” You gesture between the three of you. 

“This is hunger, princess. Steve and I are starving. If you don’t want to come that’s fine. It’s completely up to you.”

“Oh, um—”

“We’d like to get to know you better. Frankly, you’re a constant surprise. You…you fascinate me.”

“Me to.”, Eddie chimed in. 

Your eyes shifted between theirs, seeing that softness that had illuminated through yesterday when they walked you to your car. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to see where this went. 

“Where were you guys thinking of going to eat?”

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[joelmillersdumbslut]

I took your matches before fire could catch me (part two)

(joel miller x f!reader) 18+

summary: After your first date with Joel Miller, you wind up at his house begging him for more. (no outbreak. no use of y/n) rating: 18+ explicit (minors do NOT interact) warnings (for this chapter): age gap (reader is in late 20's, joel is mid 50's), dirty talk, pet names, reader is kind of a brat, masturbation, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, oral sex (f! receiving), daddy kink, hand kink, referenced cheating, degradation, angst, orgasm delay/denial, bondage (gags) word count: 2.8k a/n: thanks for the love on the first chapter, hope you all enjoy this one too <3

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It’s been a week and you can’t stop thinking about Joel’s cock. You’ve masturbated every night to the thought of him fucking you in that bar bathroom, the way his large fingers curled up inside you, bringing you to the brink of losing control. But, your self-induced orgasms are nothing compared to the one you had with Joel. You keep chasing it. Every night when you get off work, you scurry to your room, using your hands, toys, vibrators, pillows, anything to get you close to that feeling you had with Joel. You even wore his unwashed flannel, the smell of him lingering while you touched yourself. It just didn’t work.

So, after another lame attempt at a messy and desperate masturbation session, you look up his profile on Lily. A sigh of relief escapes you as you realize you’re still matched, the last message being from you saying you had arrived at the bar.

You type. Then erase. You type. Then erase. What the fuck are you supposed to say?

Hey Joel, I had a fun time last week. Can you fuck my brains out again?

Or maybe…

Hey Joel, I’m sending you an invoice for the dry cleaning for my favorite dress. Can you cum on me again?

You’re about to throw your phone in frustration, when you realize you had accidentally hit “send” on one of your drafts. And it was possibly the most pathetic message you could have sent.

I need you.

You groan out loud, but not before your phone vibrates almost immediately. It’s a message from Joel. It’s an address.

Then another message.

Babygirl.

Come home now.

—

You drive. Fast. You’re wearing his flannel shirt, opting for an unbuttoned look to show off your black bralette underneath. And a pair of high-waisted denim shorts that show off the curve of your ass. You had dressed quickly, but calculated, hoping he’d be there waiting for you. Visions of Joel touching himself, pacing back and forth in his home waiting just for you to arrive fills your mind. You daydream through intersections and stop signs.

You finally pull up to a cozy home on the other side of town, parking across the street. You realize you had been white knuckling the steering wheel. You take a deep breath and step outside the vehicle. The house looks dark. Maybe he’s not home? Your knuckles rap on the door anyway. It opens swiftly after your second knock. You bite your lip, noticing something growing in Joel’s pajama pants.

“Sarah’s sleepin’, so you need to be quiet,” he whispers. “You gonna be a good girl tonight?”

You nod quickly, following him inside. 

—

His room is huge. But, the bed is even bigger. He locks the door behind you, a table lamp emitting a dim light throughout the room. There’s a framed painting on the wall, something abstract. You don’t know enough about art to care. There’s an exercise bike in one corner of the room, although it’s currently being used as a clothes hanger. You notice more odds and ends, like books and blueprints scattered among a desk and the surface of his dresser. Definitely the kind of bedroom that belongs to a man.

You inch yourself closer to the bed. Kick off your shoes. Then you turn around to stare at him, unsure of who should make the first move. So, Joel does.

“Why are you here?” he suddenly asks, pulling his shirt over his head.

You raise your eyebrows, “You invited me.”

“I know that, smart-ass,” he marches toward you, his large hands wrapping around your waist. “Why’d you message me?”

Suddenly, you feel guilty. Like maybe you shouldn’t be here after all. You realize how dumb and cock hungry you are. Pining over the older man you met online who turned out to be the brother of your affair partner from years ago. Isn’t this kind of weird?

Well, your body certainly doesn’t think so. You can feel yourself getting wet already.

“I… I want you,” you whisper.

Joel starts biting your neck, leaving hot kisses against your skin. You can’t help but moan. He pulls back, his eyes shooting daggers.

“Thought I told you to be quiet.”

“Then why’d you want me to be so loud in the bar?”

Joel glares again and your eyes narrow at him.

“So, you’re gonna be a brat tonight,” he huffs, leaving you to retrieve something from his dresser.

You stand there, hands on your hips. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

He returns with a tie. It’s floral with flamingos. You get ready to make a joke at Joel’s expense, but he begins to wrap the fabric around your head as a makeshift gag. Your skin burns against his touch, you can feel yourself soaking your underwear even more. You want to protest, but you can’t. Not with this stupid piece of fabric stuffed in your mouth.

“Only good girls get to cum,” he says.

—

Joel strips you of your clothing until you’re standing naked in his room. Couple that with the gag in your mouth, you start to feel self-conscious and cross your arms. Pretending you’re annoyed with him, but secretly you’re doing this in a feeble attempt to hide the parts of your body you don’t like. Your insecurity doesn’t seem to bother Joel, though, who’s looking straight at you, palming himself through his pajama pants.

“Get on the bed,” he growls. 

You do as you're told, laying down flat on your back. Joel finishes undressing, your eyes widening. You had felt how big his cock was, but you actually hadn’t seen it until now. No wonder you couldn’t get off by yourself. Your toys and hands were a complete and utter disappointment compared to what was lying in wait between his legs. You begin to squirm in anticipation.

To your surprise, Joel smiles briefly. You didn’t think he was capable of expressing that kind of emotion. He shakes his head and climbs onto the mattress, towering over you.

“You get this cock when you behave. Understand?”

You nod frantically, eyes widening. I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be a good girl, I promise! you want to scream. Joel kisses your neck again, trailing down your body. He takes a handful of your breast, squeezing gently and playing with your nipple. His touch is irresistible, and your whines are muffled beneath the fabric of his flamingo tie. You so wish you could scream right now.

Reading your mind, Joel puts a finger up to his lips, “Gotta be quiet if you want daddy to fuck you.”

You choke on the makeshift gag, your pussy throbbing as he makes his way to your inner thighs. His lips brush against your clit and you writhe around underneath him.

“Did Tommy go down on you, babygirl?” Joel asks, his tongue lapping up the liquid seeping from between your legs. 

You shake your head furiously, your hands burrowing into the blankets around you. Sure, you’ve done this with guys before, but with Joel, it felt like a whole new world. How does he know exactly what to do to make you feel this way? And without you even guiding him?

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he murmurs, his lips sucking and kissing your clit. He glances up at you with a mischievous grin.

“You really liked it when daddy fucked you with his fingers, didn’t you,” he mutters, his long fingers pressing against your entrance. You silently plead with him with your eyes and after teasing you for a few more moments, he hurriedly sinks his digits inside you. You bite the cloth of the tie as hard as you can to prevent yourself from making any noise. You feel lightheaded as his fingers pump in and out of you while his tongue washes over you, suppressed moans from both of you bouncing around the room.

“You thinkin’ ‘bout Tommy when I touch you? When I eat this pussy?” his words vibrate against you.

You shake your head again, feeling hot tears roll down your cheeks as you get closer and closer to climax. It’s so overwhelming in the best way imaginable.

“Then who are you thinkin’ ‘bout?” a smirk dances across his face. Every nerve in your body is set ablaze. 

Joel.

Joel.

Joel.

You realize you’re not just thinking his name, but you’re screaming it too. Or, at least you’re trying your damnedest to scream with that flamingo tie jammed down your fucking throat.

And then you realize you’re about to cum. What you had been waiting an entire week for is almost within your grasp. But, Joel knows and he pulls out. An exasperated sigh departs your lungs and your eyes flutter closed, feeling your clit pulsate. The punishment continues.

But, then, something slides into you. It hurts a little, and you open your eyes again. Joel is leaning over you, breathing heavily, his cock pushing into you. Your scowl quickly turns into a sneer as you think about how unfortunate it is that you’re gagged, that you can’t make another joke about Joel’s inability to last long while he’s inside you.

But, something feels… different. He runs his thumb over your clit while he fucks you, nice and slow. Not at a ravenous pace like he was the week before. It almost feels gentle and soft compared to the encounter in the bar bathroom.

“You were a good girl,” he pants, and your eyes begin to roll to the back of your skull once he finds your sweet spot. Your pussy getting wetter, tightening around him.

“You gonna cum? I wanna feel you, babygirl.”

Those few words were all it took for you to cum all over Joel’s cock without any warning. And apparently that’s all it took for Joel too as he pulls out, stroking himself once. Twice. Then warm, sticky strings exploding across your soft stomach. The two of you lay next to each other, chests rising and falling. Joel glances over at you, motioning for you to sit up. You do so, vision still blurry from your orgasm, and he unties the gag from your mouth.

Before you can say anything, he kisses you. Maybe you’re still cock drunk because it feels like a real kiss. One that fills your belly with butterflies. Making you see stars and planets floating through a galaxy. You don’t have time to think more about it before you’re asleep in the crook of his arm.

—

You wake up to sunlight piercing through the curtains. Which is weird because you have blackout curtains. As your eyes dart around the room, you suddenly realize you’re not in your bed.

Where the fuck are you?

Then you remember what happened last night. How you broke down and messaged Joel on that stupid dating app. How he invited you over to his house and fucked you senseless again. But, then he kissed you. And not a sloppy kiss either, but one filled with sweetness and intention.

And then you remember falling asleep in his arms.

What the fuck?

You rub your eyes and look around the bedroom. Joel’s gone. Did he up and leave you? In his own house?

You crawl out of bed, examining the room for any sign of life. You notice your clothes are folded in a neat pile on a chair in the corner of the room. There’s a note too.

Take a shower. Come downstairs.

—

After scrubbing yourself clean from the night before, you step back into the bedroom to get dressed. You notice Joe had laid out another one of his flannel shirts for you. It’s navy blue. You put it on, making sure to button up all the way this time in case his daughter is downstairs. That would be mega awkward. Maybe not as awkward as her hearing you fuck her dad though.

You bound down the stairs, following the smell of bacon. You wander into the kitchen, spotting Joel, who is fully dressed and standing at the stove. Pops and sizzles fill the air. He looks back over his shoulder, nodding at you to sit at one of the bar stool chairs propped up against the kitchen island. You do as you’re silently told. You stare at his back while he finishes up the cooking. Sitting as still as possible.

Joel chuckles, still not looking at you.

“What’s so funny?” you ask, narrowing your eyes.

“You’re behaving this morning. Just surprised is all,” he answers, sliding some eggs onto a plate. He turns around and sets it down in front of you.

“I behaved last night too,” you say in a hushed tone, your eyes scanning the kitchen in case his daughter is nearby.

“Not at first,” Joel corrects you.

You roll your eyes and begin to dig in. The eggs are scrambled to perfection, with sprinkles of cheese mixed in. You’re about to give your compliments to the chef when you notice he’s been gazing at you, waiting to speak.

“We need to talk.”

“About?”

“You know what.”

You swallow. Hard.

“Sarah can’t know about this,” his voice transforms into a whisper, “Tommy can’t know about this. No one can know about this.”

You push the plate forward, your hands shaking. You certainly weren’t expecting a relationship out of this, but you analyze the severity of the situation. You’re gonna fuck this guy in secret and sneak around? Especially after you ruined his family once already? You don’t want to do it. You don’t want this to burn out as quickly as it began. But, you decide maybe it’s best to cut your losses while you’re ahead. Before you get attached. Before it ends like all the rest.

“I’ll go home. Thanks for breakfast,” you say, standing up from your seat.

Joel reaches for you, grabbing your hand. His calloused fingers intertwine with yours, squeezing you tight. You don’t pull away. But, you know you need to say something.

“Look, Joel,” you can feel tears welling at the corners of your eyes while you babble, “I don’t know what the fuck you want from me. You give me the most mixed signals in the world and expect me to understand them. You hate me because I fucked your brother. But, then you have sex with me in the bathroom of a bar. Then you invite me over after I message you just so you can fuck me again. And you have to constantly humiliate me and remind me of the choice I made six fucking years ago. The one I want to forget so badly. But, then you tell me what a good girl I am when you hate fuck me. Can you see why I’m so confused?”

He’s staring at you. Nodding. Your eyes widen as you realize he’s actually listening to you intently. You keep rambling.

“I don’t know what we’re doing, but wouldn’t it be, like, weird if your brother found out? What would your daughter say? Maybe we should stop.”

Joel is silent. He lets go of your hand.

“If that’s what you want,” he huffs.

If that’s what you want…

If that’s what you want???

“Do you even know what I want, Joel?”

He raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue.

“I want you to keep fucking me. Because you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. Feelings and sensations I’ve never experienced by myself or with any other man. Not even that one time with your brother. And even though it’s only been a week, I can’t stop thinking about you. There’s something about you that I just can’t quit.”

You fumble with the buttons on the cuff of the flannel shirt, not bothering to look up at Joel. You think you've said all that needs to be said.

He sighs.

“Listen. I don’t like you. Not after what you did to my family.”

Your heart sinks into your stomach. As if you had a chance with him anyway. However, he continues.

“But, there’s somethin’ ‘bout you that I just can’t quit either. So, I propose this.”

You look him in his brown eyes, eagerly waiting for what he has to say.

“You and I keep this a secret. You only come over when Sarah’s gone or otherwise incapacitated. I go over to your place when it’s best for you. No attachments. And no one finds out. Deal?”

He holds out his hand, waiting for you to shake on it. You stare at his fingers, the ones that have already casted a spell on you. Your hand slips into his.

“Deal.”

—

[avocado-writing]

Now I’m not saying ‘sexytime roleplay where aristo princeling Aziraphale has to somehow persuade reader/Crowley/both to help smuggle him across the border’ but…

Basically, Aziraphale in his 1793 outfit, being sensually undressed, and seducing his partner(s) while getting humiliated a little? If you feel like it ofc, your writing gives me life !

notes: once again absolute smut. this outfit drives me insane. costume designers you know what you did. thank you to my friend M who pretty much wrote the lil Crowley monologue at the start of this fic, couldn't have done this without you!

pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley

rating: E, minors dni

words: 2.2k

tags: roleplay (humiliation; degradation; dirty talk; dubcon); aftercare; TLTDATSIB-verse

Overall, when you think about this situation, there are two things that you’re quite certain of.

The first one is this: Aziraphale likes to be rescued. It’s why he’s always getting himself in silly little situations. Usually it’s Crowley that has to do the actual rescuing, given that he’s a demon with otherworldly powers and all, but you’ve been known to distract a guard or lift a key. Bust down a wall with a battering ram. Helpful little things like that. 

In the aftermath Aziraphale is always very pleased and finds ways to make it up to you both later, so there’s never any complaining. 

The second thing you know is that after all these years you can still discover things about yourselves and about each other. It’s always lovely to start a sentence with, ‘oh, I didn’t know that…!” You find new little ways to fall in love with them over and over again.

You’ve just made the tea, and put Aziraphale’s down on the desk next to him. He thanks you the usual way but doesn’t look up from the book in his hands, so when he reaches over to pick it up he instead knocks the mug over and spills the hot liquid all over his lap.

“Aziraphale!”

His head snaps up. He’s barely aware of the situation at all. You imagine his corporeal form isn’t hurt by little things like these, but your natural reaction is to worry; get a little bit panicked.

“What are you doing? You need to watch out! You could really hurt yourself if you’re not paying attention, don’t be so silly!”

Aziraphale is looking at you, but he seems to have gone a bit glossy-eyed as you dress him down. Mouth agape a little. You know this look.

This is how he looks when he’s turned on.

“Aziraphale?”

“Hmm? Sorry, yes darling, I’ll be more careful,” he mutters, miracling the spill away. Across the shop floor you lock eyes with Crowley. Yes. He noticed that too. 

The two of you silently agree to address this with him later. So, that night, with a couple of bottles of merlot between you, Crowley turns to your husband and says, as easily as if he’s discussing the weather:

“So, angel, it seems you really enjoyed being told off earlier.”

Aziraphale chokes on his wine. Ah. Got him. 

“It’s alright if it’s true,” you tell him, running a hand up his leg. “You just need to say.”

“I… I…”

“It occurs to me,” Crowley begins, sitting back in his seat as if he’s about to say something very astute, “that when you get captured, it can’t all be for our benefit. Maybe you enjoy it before we even get there to carry out a daring escape. You like being somewhere you’re not supposed to be and being punished for it, don’t you? Do you like being treated a little rough?”

And there’s that look again: eyes glassed over, pink tongue darting out to lick his lips. 

“Go on Aziraphale, you can tell us. We can be very accommodating.”

“Yes,” he manages, pupils blown wide as you walk your fingers up his chest. 

You and Crowley exchange a grin. 

The three of you don’t roleplay a lot. You’re happy enough with each other as it is, there’s not usually a need to bring the fantasy element into it - but variety is the spice of life and after floating a few scenarios this is the one you eventually agreed to. It really happened, actually. You can still remember the guard you knocked over the head to clear the way for your lovers’ escape. Ahh, fond memories.

You have some clothes still kicking around from then too, so a little bit of searching your wardrobe really meant you could get into character. Aziraphale and Crowley get to cheat by just manifesting whatever they fancy wearing. You feel they get off a bit easily.

Well, they will by the time we’re done, a devilish voice in your head pipes up. 

Crowley has really gone the whole nine yards for this, though. Clearly he wants all parties involved to enjoy it to maximum effect, and so when the two of you step into the bedroom it’s no longer a bedroom, in fact it looks exactly like a dungeon where your poor angel has been imprisoned before. His curls sit neatly styled on his head as he wears his pretty little aristocrat outfit, the one that did things to you back in the day and still does things to you now. His wrists are shackled and he looks up at you both with the most pathetic little gaze.

You swallow. You’re going to enjoy this.

“Well, well, well,” Crowley says, wasting no time before getting into character, “look what we’ve got here. Some lost little rich boy who got caught by the wrong people, eh?”

Aziraphale shifts in his seat. Already he’s affected; eyes soft and mouth slack. He tugs uselessly at his restraints and looks very pitiful indeed.

“Please let me go,” he whispers, encapturing the role of a feeble little captive perfectly. You and Crowley exchange a look, lit by a hot undercurrent of lust.

“Why would we do that?”

“I can reward you. Very handsomely. My family –”

“We don’t care about your family,” you laugh, cruelly, and he flinches. You close the gap and take his face in your hand roughly, forcing him to look up at you. “We only care about seeing your pretty little head in a basket. Look at you. Pathetic, aren’t you?”

The ardour in Aziraphale’s eyes is evident: his pupils have blown wide, engulfing the beautiful colour of his irises. You can see his trousers tighten and he has to adjust himself.

“Yes. Yes, I am,” he agrees. You grin down at him.

“And what would you do, hmm? To get us to help you? Smuggle you back on a ship on its way to merry old England, where you’ll be safe?”

“Pay.” His voice is breathy now, strained as he looks up into your eyes. You press your calf more firmly between his legs and, almost without realising, he begins to rut up against you. He’s already fully hard. 

You didn’t realise how much he wanted this. If you had, you and Crowley might have indulged him earlier.

“Pay with what?” Crowley echoes. He sounds stern but you know him well enough to hear the reediness in his words. He’s probably half-mast too.

Aziraphale doesn’t answer, just rubs into your leg a bit more.

“With your body, you pretty pathetic thing?”

He moans, actually moans, and nods.

“Look at you. Fucking up against me like a dog. Is that what you are, hmm? Some piteous little mutt?”

He makes a noise of affirmation. You can see a wet spot appearing at the front of his trousers where his precome floods him.

“Say it.”

“I’m a dog,” he whines. You shoot Crowley a grin. The demon, for what it’s worth, seems to have become a captive audience to the scene of Aziraphale trying to get off using just the pressure he can create. A stamp of your foot stops both Aziraphale in his attempts and brings Crowley back to the moment.

“If you want to be free so badly, show me what you’re willing to do. Suck his cock.”

Aziraphale looks over to Crowley and, without missing a beat, lets his mouth fall open. It’s like a magnet to your husband who closes the gap immediately and, with some fiddling with the buttons on his fly, frees his rock-hard member and presses the blunt head of it against the angel’s tongue, who takes no time in swallowing it down.

You don’t move from your place between Aziraphale’s spread thighs. In fact, you shove your leg between them even harder and he understands what you want, continuing to try and get himself off. His head is twisted at an almost painful angle to be able to fellate Crowley at the same time as desperately humping you, and you can see the tears prick in his eyes.

You consider asking for a moment if he’s alright, but know if he needed to tap out, he’d let you both know. This is about humiliating him after all. And you really want to play your part properly.

Hungrily you watch the sight of Aziraphale swallowing down Crowley’s cock. God, he is magnificent at taking a dick. You can see spit drip over his lips as he tongues at the slit, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at being used. Crowley’s hand come to tangle in his soft curls as he fucks into the angel’s mouth and hits the back of his throat over and over. You’re taken in by it too, and in the heat of the moment find yourself ensnaring Crowley in a delicious kiss. Your husband kisses you back leisurely and lovingly. You know he’s enjoying both of his spouses to the fullest. Aziraphale gags and finally the tears spill, hot streaks staining his pretty roseate cheeks. 

“Pathetic,” you say, lovingly, adoringly. Aziraphale’s thrusts up against your leg are beginning to get a bit sloppy now, you know he’s close to coming; you extract yourself and turn sharply to Crowley.

“Stop. We can get more use out of him. I want to see you fuck him in front of me.”

You make quick work of your clothes. Usually you’d relish undressing for them, put on a show, but tonight is all about satisfaction. Lying on the floor you open your legs, gesturing Aziraphale to between them.

“Come on, you wretched thing. Show me what else you can do.”

Aziraphale moans and falls to his knees before crawling over to you. His mouth leaves Crowley with a very sultry little pop, spit still covering his face, lips fucked open and red. As he gets into position between your thighs Crowley kneels behind him, making short work of his dress breeches and brings them down to his ankles, around his heels. You position yourself propped up on your elbows so you can look over Aziraphale’s back as Crowley presses into him, not giving him the kindness of a warmup but knowing that Aziraphale will be able to take it anyway. His heavenly body can stretch and adjust with more ease than a human’s.

Your blond-haired husband looks up at you with deference and just a tinge of fear which goes right to the pit of your belly. He kisses your thighs sloppily, working his way inwards before he presses his mouth to you properly; attentive and thorough to your sex. 

Crowley begins to fuck him, hard and rough without any care for his well-being - exactly how Aziraphale wants it. You hear him moan around you as he uses his tongue to satiate you, every time Crowley thrusts he’s pushed harder against your body. Crowley is essentially fucking you through him. It’s an entirely filthy thought that has you panting as you feel yourself begin to crest. You didn’t realise how taken you were with this scenario until Aziraphale began his ministrations, and now you’re just as caught up in it as your husbands are.

“That’s it… fuck, look at you, splayed out between us like the whore you are… are you going to come on his cock, you pathetic little thing? Debase yourself like that? Are you going to swallow me down too?”

Aziraphale pushes his face even harder into you, his nose brushing against your tight curls there; Crowley’s thrusts begin to get erratic; all three of you are close. You grip the angel’s hair so hard he shrieks in pleasure, and it’s enough to get him to spend all over the floor. Crowley comes inside him with a bitten-off snarl, his hands digging into the softness of Aziraphale’s hips so hard they’d leave bruises were he a human; and you release in the angel’s mouth after a particularly dexterous lick. The combined sound of your orgasms shatters whatever hold Crowley had on the manifestation of the situation, and suddenly you’re all back in the bedroom, sweating and gasping and replete.

“Aziraphale,” you manage as you catch your breath, “are you alright, my darling?”

Aziraphale has collapsed into a giddy pile onto the carpet. He nods and hums, blissed-out, and you bring his head to lay in your lap as you stroke his curls.

“You did so well. Fuck, you’re wonderful.”

Aziraphale turns to look at you and reaches up to caress your face with a shaking hand. You press a kiss into his palm and look over to Crowley who’s gathering himself as well, serpentine eyes full of adoration at the image of the two of you embracing.

“I’m going to go and get some water. Keep him there, will you? I don’t want him discorporating from lack of aftercare.” Normally you’d engage in some light banter, but you’re so tired you let this sentence sit as fact.

“Yes my love,” you tell Crowley, accepting the kiss he offers you, and watching him saunter away. Lord. You could watch that demon for hours.

Heaven might be above, but right now, it’s entirely located in your bedroom in a townhouse in West London.

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[pro-mammonologist]

I've got some headcanons!

Even though Mammon's far from a virgin by the time he and MC get together, he doesn't last very long the first few times they have sex because he's so excited to be with them.

As a dom, I think Mammon would lean more towards being fun and caring than a Hard Strict Daddy Dom™️. He can be firm, but he doesn't want to come across as harsh, and the idea of giving them an Actual Punishment leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He's got a long history of being punished. He also won't be very comfortable with degrading MC. He'll call them stuff like "my slut," but anything relating to their worth or intelligence is a hard limit for him.

Degradation is a hard limit for him as a sub, too. He'll let MC tie him up if they want, under the condition that they don't leave the room until after he's been untied. He's into impact play (specifically caning), electrostimulation, and wax/temperature play. Probably (definitely) more but that's what my mind is fixated on rn lol

He's 100000% got a praise kink (big shocker, I know). If he's subbing, he needs plenty of praise throughout aftercare. If he's domming, he still needs some praise - but that's got more to do with reassuring him that he did well and didn't hurt them, and can wait until the post-scene discussion

He loves giving and receiving overstimulation. He's greedy for his own pleasure as well as MC's. He likes to be edged - well, he likes the payoff - and could be talked into short-term chastity, but I couldn't see him being alright with anything longer than 24 hours (especially if there's a chastity device involved).

He *could*, in theory, edge MC. But he caves almost as soon as they start begging.

I have sooooo many more headcanons about Mammon as both a dom and a sub (and I'm more than happy to share) but I need to go to bed lol

Also, I love your blog! I'm so glad there's someone else who loves Mammon so much!

-- 🐦‍⬛ anon [this is my first time submitting an ask - is this nickname taken?]

I am going to address all of these individually.

1. Yes. Accurate. And I feel like the demons have low expectations for humans sexual prowess since humans have a lower tolerance for everything and also the fact that since they are western demons, they likely have interacted with the western hemisphere the most and anyone who has take a history class can tell you it’s been puritan af up until the 60s.

Also to add on to that. He’s not as embarrassed by the fact that he’s cumming fast but due to the fact he’s cumming insanely fucking hard to the point he can’t do as many rounds.

2. He’s a cocky ass bastard when he doms. He can try to be hard but he’s the kind to immediately melt after Mc does something too cute. He’s mostly cocky and teasy and praisey. And also he’s nervous about degradation too. The only way he’d do it is if you gave him very detailed and precise instructions or if he was like in a random context “damn you’re a real slut for some bacon” and then he gets scared that he offended you but you’re like “I’m a slut for you mammon.” And then he’s just shook to his core.

3. Yeah for real, he’ll be your slut and that’s about it. Mammon won’t do anything to Mc he wouldn’t want done to him. Bondage kinda pisses him off in my opinion like— he’d be for it but then he’d be like 😡😡😡 “let me out I’m losing it” and not in a cute pathetic way but in a damn whys he look so pissed?

Electro. Yes. Wax. Yes. Temperature. Yes. But I gotta know why you think he likes caning I cannot see him liking pain toys that much. I can see the sensational side of his masochism but like something real hard??? Nah he’s a baby. I just can’t see it.

4. Yeah there’s no discussion there. I think people are weird if they don’t have a praise kink. For mammon he goes nuts for it tho.

5. Yes, he’s the greediest most eager bastard out there and I can see him always down for it too. If he’s not down for it, then he really really really needs to rest or relax and maybe sex shouldn’t have been on the table period. Mammon wouldn’t edge for long, he likes the idea, but the actual wait kills him. And yea, chastity might kill him too and he’d have some hard ass limits. I feel like he wouldn’t like a device at all. Shit I can’t even see him going past 24 minutes, let alone a whole day with a device. He likes pressure and pain but he doesn’t like having his greed suppressed that badly. Of course, who knows, if Mc begs he’d do anything.

6. Yeah…. He’d cave so hard. He’d push and push and push himself to edge Mc but fail after making them hold back 2 times.

Mammon also is (in my mind) the most shy about his kinks because he’d face bullying whether he’d dom or sub sooo. Him getting to admit everything would be so hard.

Also no, it’s not taken.

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Exodus Unholy |D.W.R x S.F.K|

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: TW: Heavy BDSM, Dom! Danny, Sub! Sam, Oral (M Rec), Impact play, Unprotected anal sex, Toy use, Double penetration, Hair pulling, Consensual slapping, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Biting, Hickeys, Dirty talk, Dacryphilia, Pure filth, Porn without plot

Summary: Danny knew that Sam needed a little attitude check and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Word count: 3440

Thank you for being so patient with me! This took hella long to write but it was worth it. Hope you enjoy my Sanny brain rot lmao.

If there was one thing Sam Kiszka was notorious for it was being the biggest pain in the ass. He had many simple pleasures in life and what he chose today was getting a rise out of his boyfriend.

Filthy words rolled off of Sam’s lips into Danny’s ears. Everything from ‘I need you to fuck me, daddy’ to ‘If you don’t, I’ll just finish myself off’ were thrown out. Rather than give in, Danny was adamant on standing his ground.

“That mouth can get you in a world of trouble so I suggest you use it wisely” Danny whispered into Sam’s ear.

Strike one.

“Hmmm I don’t think I will. It’s my mouth and I’ll use it how I damn well please...unless you have a better use for it” Sam hissed back.

Strike two.

Danny raised both eyebrows and placed a hand on Sam’s knee. He gave it a firm squeeze to indicate “This is your final chance to get your act together before I take matters into my own hands’.

If you’re going to be a brat, go big or go home was Sam’s personal motto and he was sticking to it. To finish the job, he said the one thing that would definitely land him in the line of fire:

“I guess you’re too much of a pussy to put me in my place. What a shame I guess”

Strike three.

Danny grabbed his car keys and Sam’s hand. He was going to make Sam eat those words. The ride home was eerily quiet and Sam was now questioning if he went too far. Usually Danny talks about what’s waiting for him at home but the silence was too close for comfort. Once the car was parked in the driveway, Danny looked straight ahead and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel.

“You are going to walk your ass into the house and go straight to the dwelling. When I’m good and ready, I better see you naked and on your goddamn knees”

To avoid digging his grave any further, Sam ran out of the car and into the house. His heart was threatening to burst from his chest as he thought about what’s to come.

—————

“Looks like someone forgot how to behave in public. Well now you’ve got my full fucking attention, Sammy boy.”

A loud gag ripped through the air as Danny pulled out his fingers from Sam’s throat; The saliva covered digits glistened in the dim light.

“Listen to how pitiful you sound. Be thankful that I’m even helping you take my cock down your throat. I should just let you choke on it like the little fuck slut you are” Danny huffed while wrapping a hand around Sam’s neck.

Degradation was like a second language in the bedroom. When it was used, it was used to the fullest extent. Sam coughed and shuddered at Danny’s statement. His hands were bound with metal cuffs behind his back and knees were digging into the concrete floor. Being a disobedient brat always led to a punishment but being dragged into the dwelling meant he fucked up royally.

“T-Thank you…”Sam rasped out. He looked up with teary eyes and saw just how angry Danny actually was.

As a swift hand cracked against Sam’s cheek, Danny’s grip on his neck tighter ever so slightly. His other hand tilted up his chin so Sam could fully look him in the eye. If looks could kill then Danny would be behind the trigger.

“You know how to address me. Try again”

“T-Thank you, Sir…” Sam quickly corrected himself.

Danny shook his head and gripped Sam’s jaw. His honey doe eyes were met with the lustful obsidians of the man above him. Sam wasn’t afraid to play with fire when it came to his bratty tendencies but no matter how high his crimes were stacked, Danny will always become the executioner.

“Since you don’t know how to control that mouth of yours, I’m going to put it to better use.” Danny removed his hands from Sam to free his throbbing cock from his jeans.

Like presenting an offering, Sam opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. His heart was fluttering in his chest waiting for Danny to be buried deep into his throat. Danny tapped the head of his dick against Sam’s tongue and slid into him in one swift motion. Giving him no time to adjust, Danny began to thrust into Sam’s mouth.

“That’s right…fucking take it. Gag on me you little slut” Danny grunted out while placing both of his hands on the sides of Sam’s head and fucking into the back of his throat. A stream of tears and drool fell down Sam’s chin as Danny set a vicious pace in his throat. The sound of gags and broken moans was like a symphony to Danny’s ears. His thrusts stopped suddenly as Danny held Sam’s head down.

“Only good boys get to breathe and you are far from that. But I know you’d die happy if it meant you got to go out choking on me. Isn’t that right, Princess?”

Sam nodded to the best of his abilities then coughed as Danny pulled out. The rush of oxygen made his head feel dizzy and his cock throb, almost like a full body high without any drugs. Just being manhandled alone was enough to make him cum easily.

“Y-Yes sir…I’d be the happiest slut on this planet if it meant I got to worship your divine cock. I’d grovel at your feet every waking moment just to let you know where I belong”

While Danny was fluent in crude prose, Sam’s expertise was counteracting those obscenities with admiration. His bratty mouth may get him into trouble but it can also get him out. Danny leaned in close then placed his hand on the side of Sam’s cheek, slowly slipping his fingers towards the nape of his neck. With one quick snap, Danny grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked Sam’s head back.

“It’s gonna take more than ass kissing to get you out of this, darling.” With pursed lips, Danny spat onto Sam’s tongue and smeared it around with the head of his dick. Sliding back into his throat, the sinful dissonance coming from Sam recapitulates. At the pace Danny was going, Sam’s throat was bound to be sore the next day. A fresh set of tears mixed in with the rest of the saliva running down his chin.

“I haven’t even touched your cock and you’re already making a mess of yourself. Fucking disgusting how you’re getting off from this”

That was the final nail in the coffin. It wasn’t often that words could get him to finish but mixing that with pitiless actions of his dominant counterpart became simply unbearable. Sam whined pathetically as he came on the floor without giving a proper warning. The temporary relief was short-lived as Danny pulled out of his mouth.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re just digging your grave deeper.”

Danny placed a heavy hand on the top of Sam’s head and pushed him to the floor.

“Clean up your fucking mess”

Sam winced and began to lick up the small pool beneath him. He glanced up to see Danny’s pleased reaction and swallowed up his release.

“I hope that was worth it because you’re not allowed to cum from now on. Do you understand?”

Sam whimpered and slowly nodded. Putting up a fight in this position wasn’t worth the trouble. However he did take solace knowing he had the choice to pick the punishment.

“You’ve disobeyed me too much today” Danny sneered while squatting down to Sam’s level.

“I’ve had it with your bratty ass today.”

In a lapse of judgment, Sam decided to add fuel to the already burning fire. He smirked then looked directly into Danny’s eyes.

“And what are you gonna do about it, Danny?”

Sam was awaiting another strike to his face but it never came. Instead something more ominous was looming on the horizon. Grabbing a fistful of hair, Danny yanked Sam off the ground and dragged him towards the modestly sized St. Andrew’s cross mounted on the wall.The grip on his hair was dropped as his cuffs were removed. Momentary freedom dissipated as Sam’s wrists and ankles were locked into place.

“I was going to let you pick your poison but I don’t think you deserve such a privilege”

Danny was seething at this point. A couple swatts to the ass wasn’t enough to get the point across. Glancing over at the matte black chest, lovingly called Pandora’s box, a different idea came into play. Sauntering over to the chest Danny opened it and fished out the item he was looking for. He walked back over to Sam and leaned close to his ear.

“Matter of fact, you don’t even deserve to look at me”

Taking away one of the core senses was one of a part of a punishment in Danny’s book along with many other stipulations. Sam swallowed harshly and bit his lip as the silk blindfold robbed him of his eyesight.

Danny had three different tiers of punishment depending on the crime: his hand, which was the equivalent of getting a slap on the wrist. The flogger, the sting of the leather was more of a putting you in your place method. The worst and final tier was the cane. That was bought out only if the most severe punishments were due.

“I better hear you count every strike. If you lose count then it starts back at number one. What’s your color?”

Sam took comfort knowing that if the safeword was said, everything stopped and he would be taken care of. Both of them go off of the color system: Green means “I’m good”, Yellow “Take it easy on me”, and Red “Everything needs to stop”.

“G-Green sir…”

The first blow of the cane smacked against Sam’s right cheek echoed through the air. With no warning, the sudden strike caused Sam to shriek in shock. It wasn’t long before the lingering sting began to set in. Catching his breath, he started to count.

“O-One”

The second strike hurt worse than the first since he was expecting it but actions had dire consequences.

“T-Two…”

*Thwack*

“How many was that, brat?”

Admiring the marks Danny has painted across Sam’s ass, he took a handful of his cheek and squeezed. Tears soaked through the blindfold and shaky breaths fell from Sam’s lips; crimson imprints adorned his alabaster skin.

“S-Six sir…”

Once he was satisfied with his work, Danny put down the cane and released him from the cross. The cuffs returned back onto Sam’s wrists as his knees kissed the concrete once more. It took a second for Sam’s eyes to adjust to the light when the blindfold was removed but the tears made it just a tad bit harder.

He glanced up to see Danny knelt down in front of him with that damned smirk. Sam let some more tears roll down his face in hopes that some mercy would be given but he was sorely mistaken.

“A hard head makes a soft ass. You could cry me a fucking river for all I care.”

Danny grabbed Sam’s chin and slowly licked up the stray tears. He watched Sam’s eyes roll into the back of his head as a deplorable whine rattled out of his chest, that very sound went straight to Danny’s already painfully hard dick.

“Oh, someone liked that. Does my precious little crybaby enjoy getting treated like a whore?”

Sam sniffed and slowly nodded. Danny already knew the answer but it was the humiliation aspect that really got him off.

“Pathetic. Get up and bend your ass over the bed”

Sam slowly got off the floor and made his way to the bed. Glancing down at his knees, he can see the bruising starting to form. Danny placed his hand on the center of Sam’s back and bent him over; the soft material of the sheets rushing against his chest and face.

“Mmmm…I’m going to ruin this fucking hole of yours, Princess” Danny purred while spreading Sam’s cheeks and spitting right onto his pulsing hole. Sam whimpered as he felt the saliva drip down. He was achingly hard and desperate for Danny to direct some sort of attention down below. The sigh of relief that rolled off of his lips when the single finger slid into him elicited a sinister chuckle out of the man above.

“Do you think you deserve my cock in your ass after all that trouble you put yourself through? Because I surely don’t think you do”

While one’s pain is another’s pleasure, he enjoyed watching the man below him spill at the seams. Danny thrusted his finger at an agonizing slow pace. Sam whined and tried to move his hips upward to get more friction. He needed more than just the finger; He craved the pure wrath of Danny.

“M-More…please sir”

He was greeted with another open palm to the tender side of his cheek. Sam winced as he was still hurting from the caning from earlier.

“You are in no position to make requests. You will take what I give you and be fucking grateful for it. Do I make myself clear?”

Sam nodded rapidly. “Y-Yes sir…I’m sorry”

“It’s really a pity. I was ready to fuck you stupid but I see the lesson hasn’t stuck. Do we have to start all over again?”

Sam shook his head in a panic and whimpered pleadingly. He knew if the process started all over again then it would be over before the beginning.

“Nonononono please don’t start over! I-I won’t be able to contain myself if you do…”

At this point, Sam didn’t care how desperate he sounded. All he wanted was Danny to fuck him to the point of no return. There was one last card in his hand that would get him anything he wanted and in a last ditch effort, he was ready to play.

“P-Please daddy…”

That two word phrase felt like a punch to the gut. Of course Sam would fight fire with fire just to have the odds in his favor. Danny pulled away from Sam all together then reached over to grab the bottle of lube on the nightstand. Popping the cap, he squeezed a liberal amount onto his hand.

He placed it back on the table and slowly stroked himself until he was deemed ready. Sam softly gasped as he felt the blunt tip teasing his rim. Within the blink of an eye, Danny slid himself in. Giving no time to adjust, he began to fuck Sam into the mattress. Danny had a vice grip on Sam’s hips as he pounded into him, fingers digging harshly into his skin. Staccato moans bounced off the walls with each thrust.

“Maybe I should fill all your little holes, yeah? Would that make your whore heart flutter?” He growled while sucking a deep hickey onto the junction of Sam’s neck.

Sam whined and clenched around him. The mix of Danny hitting his sweet spot and nails digging into his hips were beginning to be overwhelming to his senses. To add onto his canvas, Danny bit down on Sam’s shoulder with a long groan.

“Do what you please with me…f-fill all of me up, daddy”

Just those words alone almost made Danny finish. Slowing his thrusts down, he licked up the shell of Sam’s ear once more.

“Yeah? All you want to be my personal fuck toy. Well get this, Sammy…That’s all you’re gonna be…another hole to warm my cock. Say it, cockslut”

“I-I’m just another hole to warm your cock, daddy…”

Sam longed for Danny to give his neglected cock some attention but in true sadistic fashion, he loved to watch his boyfriend unravel into a puddle of nothing.

“Since I’m feeling generous, open your goddamn mouth”

Through the pornographic moans, Sam managed to open his mouth wide enough in order to obey Danny’s command. The taste of plastic melted onto his tongue as he recognized the toy.

“Does my little bitch like to be filled to the brim? Remember…it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full” Danny groaned while thrusting the phallic toy into Sam’s mouth in tandem with his thrusts.

If the filthy noises weren’t pouring out in the moment, they definitely were now. Sam could feel that familiar burn in his stomach building rapidly. He gurgled out a pathetic whine in hopes that Danny would grant permission for his release.

“Oh you’re gonna have to do much better than that. You haven’t even come close to earning the right to cum. Fucking hold it or this all stops. I have no problem edging you all night”

To test Danny’s threat was highly tempting but that reward would not outweigh the risk. If Danny says he will do something then best believe he will follow through. Sam’s now red cock was throbbing with burning wanton as he was being fucked from both ends. He could tell that Danny was starting to get close from his faltering thrusts. In a last act of desperation, he began to fuck himself against Danny’s length. It wasn’t long before Sam’s impending climax was lurking dangerously close. Pleading for release, all that came out what’s gargled moans.

“Do it. Be a good boy and cum around my cock”

Sam’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came all over the sheets. If Danny didn’t have the tight grip on his hips then he definitely would have collapsed over. Letting out an animalistic moan, Danny released himself deep into Sam’s heat.

For a quick second, a few chaste kisses were placed on Sam’s shoulders. Both men hissed in unison as Danny pulled out and yanked the toy out of Sam’s mouth. The only thing that was audible was soft pants as Sam came down from his high. With carefulness, Sam was freed from his bonds. Gentle kisses were peppered on his wrists and palms but the tenderness of the moment was short lived.

“Oh you thought we were done? God I truly did fuck you stupid” Danny darkly chuckled while sliding the toy into Sam’s now sensitive hole.

“One more and then we’re done”

Sam let out a high pitched whimper and gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks but this time they were tears of pleasure.

“T-Thank you for using all my holes, daddy ! O-Oh fuck…”

A huge grin plastered itself across Danny’s face as he slowly thrusted the toy deeply into Sam.

“There’s my good boy. Sounds like you’ve finally found your manners.”

With each thrust, the warmth in his stomach came back with full force. Sam looked up at Danny and touched his face with a shaky hand. His legs began to shake as he was teetering dangerously close to his climax. Danny smashed his lips against Sam’s and swallowed his moans as he finished all over his abdomen.

Little stars clouded Sam’s vision as he descended from his last orgasm. He looked absolutely fucked out but it was one that suited him best. Danny softly patted his hip to let him know he’s pulling out the toy. A soft wince fell from Sam’s lips but the pain was over within a second. After putting the toy down, Danny grabbed a towel and wiped off Sam’s stomach.

“Let’s get you taken care of, sweetheart. I’ll be right back” Danny softly cooed while giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. Sam gently hummed and closed his eyes for a second. He heard the sounds of running water in the background and tried to stay awake. The little slumber was interrupted as Danny gently picked him up and walked to the bathroom. The aftercare portion was usually both of their favorite parts after a session in the dwelling. After being gently placed in the tub and sliding in behind him, Danny put up Sam’s hair so it wouldn’t get wet.

“Good lord I did a number on you” Danny laughed while tracing his fingers against the menagerie of hickeys decorating his skin.

Sam softly chuckled and smiled. “Walking is definitely going to be a chore for the next few days but it was so worth it”

Danny shook his head and wrapped around his waist. He placed a soft kiss on the back of Sam’s neck then rested his chin on his shoulder. Sam leaned into Danny’s chest and sighed happily.

“I love you, Danny Wagner. Forever and always”

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Poker Night

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Summary: You think it’s just a normal poker night for Lloyd and his friends. However, Lloyd has other plans in mind. 

Warnings: SMUT, degrading language, dumbificaiton, public play, humiliation, spanking, rough unprotected sex, use of safe word.

A/N: This fic honestly took a bit of a weird turn. It started as a really rough fic and ended way fluffier than I thought it was going to. So it may be slightly OOC but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

You paced around your room, trying to decide whether or not it was worth it to sneak downstairs. You had been dying of thirst for well over an hour now and you desperately needed something to drink. However, it was poker night. That meant you were quarantined to your room while Lloyd and his buddies played. He didn’t like to be interrupted on poker night. He was usually so busy cheating his way through game after game that he liked to have his concentration and the moment you walked in the room you would be a distraction. However, you were in such desperate need of some water that you decided to risk his wrath to sneak into the kitchen for a glass. 

Slipping down the staircase, you make your footsteps as quiet as possible. Watching your feet carefully you avoid anything that might be in your way until you’re standing in front of the refrigerator. This would be the hard part. Opening the cabinet door as silently as you can, you pull out a glass and make your way for the fridge. You press the sensor in the door and it begins to make an obnoxious buzzing sound as it pours water into your glass. This causes you to wince as you know that the sound is a very distinct one. As soon as your glass is filled up you begin tiptoeing your way back up to your room, eyes still fixated on your feet. Just as you think you’ve made it home free you run into a wall of muscle standing at the bottom of the stairs. Looking up you realize you’ve been caught as Lloyd towers menacingly over you, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Well hi there sunshine!” He says with his usual cheerfulness. 

“I’m sorry Lloyd, I was just so thirsty. I had to get some water--” 

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. I’m not mad at you. In fact, I’m glad you came down. Why don’t you come sit with us?” As he says this he gestures in towards the dining room. Looking in the direction of his hand you can see the table full of men, their eyes all boring into you. You recognized each of them from past business negotiations and meetings at the house. You knew them all to be incredibly dangerous men since they were in the same business as your boyfriend. Surprisingly you were easily able to conjure each of their names. There was Ari, Frank, Ransom, and Steve. Each one of them was chiseled and handsome as well as scarily muscular like Lloyd. The sight of them all staring you down had you trembling but you knew better than to defy a direct order. 

“Okay.” You say with a small glance to Lloyd who is smiling down at you. The whole situation struck you as odd. Lloyd was never pleased when you disturbed their game yet now he was ushering you in alongside them like it was no big deal. To you, though, it was a big deal. Lloyd had something up his sleeve. You weren’t sure what yet but you knew him well enough to know that he was planning something devious. However you knew to keep your mouth shut. 

When you entered the dining room the eyes of the other men followed you. Upon reaching the table you realized that there were only enough chairs for the others. “There’s no place for me to sit.” 

“Of course there is. Right here. On my lap.” As he says this he pats on his thigh and you realize the kind of plans he has for you. Bracing yourself for the rest of the evening you approach Lloyd slowly before draping yourself over his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Do you see what I’m talking about? She’s just such a dumb little baby.” As he addresses the other men he strokes your hair absentmindedly. His words make you blush as you avoid the gazes of the others in the room. Now that you’re sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, put on display, you recognize the look on their faces. Hunger. 

“What’s going on?” You inquire, unable to stop the bubbling question from escaping you. Lloyd lets out a hearty laugh at this. 

“Look at that. Maybe she’s not as dumb as she seems.” The men all chuckle in response and you’re suddenly very aware of what you’re wearing. A cheeky little pair of shorts and a tank top with no bra. You had been getting ready for bed when you decided to come downstairs. Now you felt nearly naked as Lloyd’s hand trailed up and down your thigh which was crossed over his lap. “Here’s the thing pumpkin. As you know, it’s poker night. Now normally we just bet around obscene amounts of money but tonight we decided to make things a little more exciting. So I put you on the table.” 

“So ...” You try to wrap your mind around what he’s telling you. “You’re going to let your friends fuck me?” This causes booming laughter to escape him as he clamps a hand down on your thigh. 

“Jesus, just when I think you’ve got a little bit of smarts in that brain of yours you say things like that and it just reminds me how stupid my little girl is.” Your cheeks become hot with shame as you realize that you’ve misunderstood what this evening is about. “No. You’re mine. Only mine. You know that cupcake. No, what I had in mind is treating our guests to a little show. I want all of them to see how beautiful you look when you’re cumming on my cock.” His crass words do nothing for the growing wetness between your legs. There’s something about his confidence and the way he likes to show you off that turns you on more than anything else could. “What do you say? Shall we show these boys just what a perfect little slut you are?” 

“Yes Daddy.” You mumble under your breath. At this he grabs your jaw hard and makes you look him in the eyes. 

“You know better than that. Say it so that we can all hear you.” With your jaw still firm in his grip he turns your head so that you’re forced to look at the other men who are all watching you expectantly. 

“Yes Daddy.” You say loudly enough that all can hear. Just when you think that he humiliation is over he chimes in again. 

“Yes what Daddy?” You know just the answer he wants to hear. 

“Yes I want you to use me like a little slut in front of all your friends daddy.” That satisfies him as he lets go of your jaw.

“That’s a good girl. Now stand up for me.” You do as he says quickly so that he can stand beside you. He’s intimidatingly tall and it makes you feel especially vulnerable now with his friends watching him take you by the waist and turning you around so he can kiss you deeply. You open your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue entry. 

“She looks like she knows how to use that mouth.” You recognized Ransom’s voice as Lloyd continued his onslaught of kisses.

“Oh trust me. She does.” Lloyd added with a chuckle before looking down at you. “Why don’t we take off a few of those layers, huh?” 

“Yes Daddy.” You say, taking a hold of the bottom of your shirt. 

“Ah, hold your horses.” He says, taking a hold of your hand to stop you. “It’s a show, remember? Take your time.” Trying to obey his orders you start lifting your shirt up more slowly, however he quickly stops you again. “You have to face them. It’s no good if they can’t see. You know what, since you can’t quite figure this out ... Daddy’s gonna help you.” With that he takes you by the hips to turn you around so you’re facing the others. As soon as he has you in position he grabs the hem of your tank top and begins tugging it upwards. He goes at an agonizingly slow pace, showing off every inch of your stomach until he’s just below your breasts. With one swift tug your tits come spilling out from the bottom of the tank top. Each of the men takes you in appreciatively, their breathing becoming heavy.

“That’s right boys. Take it all in.” As he says this he pulls the tank top off, discarding it haphazardly. Resting his head down on your shoulder he wraps his arms around you to play with your tits. Groping them, squeezing them together, shaking them in every direction, pinching your hard nipples. You can’t help but let out a yelp when he pulls your nipples downwards as hard as he can. “Get a good look at the most gorgeous set of tits you’ll ever see.” Lloyd tells them, eyes focused on where his hands are playing with you relentlessly. 

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding Lloyd. She’s beautiful.” Frank chimes in, unable to tear his eyes away from your tits. When you remain silent Lloyd gives each of your breasts a hard smack, making you cry out. 

“What do you say when my friends give you a nice compliment?” 

“Thank you Frank.” You whimper, looking into his eyes as he tears them away from your chest to make eye contact with you. 

“You’re quite welcome.” He says with a smile. 

“Anytime someone says something nice about this perfect body of yours, I want you to say thank you like a good little slut. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy.” You say, turning to look up at him. 

“Let’s practice shall we? You’ve got the prettiest tits sunshine. It’s like they were made just for me. I adore the way they feel in my hands.” 

“Thank you Daddy.” At this you can’t help but smile. Compliments from Lloyd aren’t rare by any means but they never fail to make you grin. He grabs you by the jaw again but much more softly this time.

“Look at that smile boys. Isn’t she just precious?” As he says this he turns you to face them again and you maintain your sweet little smile, showing yourself off for them. “I love that pretty little smile baby.” 

“Thank you Daddy.” You say again, not forgetting his command. 

“That’s a good girl. Now you’re using that baby brain.” Without warning he spins you around so you’re facing him. “Let’s not forget to show off that sweet peach too, huh, pumpkin?” His fingers grip the hem of your shorts and he begins to pull them down slowly, working them over the curve of your ass. Upon seeing that you have on panties he huffs, frustrated that he has more layers to take off. “I’m going to have to make a new rule for you. No panties on poker night.” You bury your head in his shoulder as he takes your shorts the rest of the way off. Next he takes a hold of the panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. You yelp when he does, making him chuckle. Pretty soon he’s pulled them down over your ass, letting them slide down your legs to join your shorts on the floor. You’re now completely exposed for all of your boyfriend’s lusty buddies.  

Lloyd takes a firm hold of your ass, squeezing your soft malleable flesh. Your hands find his biceps as he gives you a harsh smack, watching your butt jiggle. “That’s right. You just hold on to Daddy while he shows off this perfect body.” He whispers in your ear, giving you another smack. He bounces both cheeks in his hands, enjoying the way your skin ripples each time that he does. “Goddamn, I love this ass. I could spend hours abusing this pretty little peach.”  

“I bet it would look even prettier all red and raw.” Ari commented, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he readjusts in his seat. 

“Oh you think so? Let’s test that theory shall we?” Lloyd adds before beginning a barrage of blows to your ass, making you scream and hold onto him tighter. Each smack is more painful than the last as you can feel yourself being smacked raw. Heat radiates from both cheeks as you whimper helplessly into his shoulder. When he’s satisfied with the deep shade of red that has bloomed on your ass he stops, removing his hands so that the men can see what he’s done to you. “What do you think Ari? Is it as pretty as you imagined?”

“Fuck. Even better than I could have hoped.” The man said. Some part of you was thankful that you couldn’t see their eyes on you but that didn’t last for long. Lloyd spun you around to face them and when you did your face immediately went white at what you saw. All four of his friends had their cocks out and were stroking furiously at the sight of Lloyd abusing you. Some part of you was ashamed. However more than anything you were turned on knowing that you had made all of them hard at just the sight of you. 

“Look at them sunshine. All these big dangerous men stroking themselves while looking at your slutty body. Do you like that? Do you like the effect you have on them?” You started to nod but Lloyd quickly had a grip on your throat, stopping your movements. “Uh-uh. You know better than that sweetheart. Use your words.” 

“Yes Daddy. I like knowing that I made them all so hard.” 

“I bet you do. Dirty little slut.” He says, giving your ass one last smack. “Alright boys. I think you’ve had enough teasing. Let’s get on to the real show. I’m ready to fuck this tight little pussy.” His words make you blush warmly as he puts his hands tightly on your hips. “Why don’t you get up on the table cupcake?” 

“What about all the cards and the chips Daddy?” You ask, looking at the mess. Lloyd answers your question with one swift brush of his arm across the surface of the table. The cards and chips go flying across the dining room, scattering all over the floor. 

“Get up on the table. Now.” He commands you and you oblige him, jumping onto the edge of the table. As soon as you’re sitting comfortably he pushes you onto your back. “Here’s how this is gonna go. Ari, grab her right arm. Frank, left arm. Steve, grab her right leg. And Ransom, you grab her left leg. Spread her out as wide as you can. I want her properly displayed when I sink my cock inside of her.” 

The men all jump into action, grabbing your limbs and stretching you out. You whimper as you watch Lloyd unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, his evident hard on springing free as he tugs down his boxers. 

“You ready?” You almost nod but remember your previous lesson. 

“Yes Daddy.” 

“Good girl. Let’s show these boys what you can really do.” With that he leans down to kiss you tenderly. He is surprisingly gentle as his lips press against yours however he shows his true nature when he shoves his cock balls deep inside of you in a single thrust. This makes you yelp against his mouth and he smiles, his lips still fixed on yours. 

“God, she sounds so good. Those moans are beautiful.” Steve told you both, hand gripping your leg extra tight as he watched you. 

“Thank you Steve.” You said in a gasp. When Lloyd straightened up again you looked around at the other men to see that they were all still stroking their cocks furiously. It made you want to hide away, all this manly and lustful attention fixated completely on you. 

“Good girl. You’re remembering so well.” Lloyd said as he continued to push in and out of you, his fat dick driving deeply inside until it was bruising your cervix. The sounds that filled the room were pornographic. Your whimpering moans combined with the panting of the other men added with Lloyd’s grunting as he pounds into you. It was a spectacular symphony that made your cunt throb. Lloyd felt you clenching and groaned loudly. He fucked you faster, not able to hold back as he watched your eyes roll back in your head. 

“Daddy!” You whimpered. 

“What baby girl? Does it just feel too good? Why don’t you tell Daddy’s friends how much you love my cock inside of you?” 

“I love my Daddy’s cock inside of me! Love the way he fucks me.” 

“Jesus Christ. Fuck her harder Lloyd. Give the girl what she wants.” Ransom said, pumping his cock just a little harder. 

“What do you think boys? Should I fuck her harder?” The consensus in the room was a resounding yes. “You heard them baby.” With that he begins fucking you like he’s never fucked you before. His cock is spearing into you at a brutal pace causing you to scream. He’s rubbing you raw on the inside, making you squeal and squirm. Reaching up he takes a firm hold of your throat, choking you as he drives into your wet heat. You try to push away but the men have you in a tight hold, stopping you from going anywhere. Everything becomes suddenly too much for you. All of the sounds and sights and feelings cause your head to spin. Lloyd is grabbing you so tightly that you can’t breathe and the edges of your vision start to become fuzzy. Tears stream from your eyes in waves as you try to get out the words. The words that will save you from Lloyd’s torment. 

“Lemon twist!” You’re finally able to choke out. 

“Stop! Everybody stop!” Lloyd yells, pulling out immediately. The men all stop fisting their cocks, exchanging wary looks to each other. Lloyd quickly tucks his cock into his jeans and zips them up, straightening himself out. As he does so the other men take the hint and shove their dicks back into their pants, letting go of you and stepping away from the table. Lloyd helps you sit up, nestling himself between your legs to wrap his arms around you. You don’t stop the tears from flowing as you bury your head in his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him the same way he does for you. He holds you like that until you stop crying before stepping towards the other men. “Thanks for the fun boys but I think me and my girl need some time alone. We’ll see you all next week. Drive safe.” That’s all it takes for the men to say their goodbyes and shuffle out of the house. 

“Thank you Daddy.” You hiccup, reaching for him again. 

“You don’t have to thank me for taking care of you baby.” Lloyd says, coming back over to you and wrapping his arms around you again. “I may be rough with you but that never means I don’t care about you.” 

“I know Lloyd.” You say, nestling warmly into his chest. His hand strokes your hair gently as he kisses the top of your head. 

“Come on sunshine. Let’s get you to bed.” He takes you by the hand and leads you up the stairs to the bedroom where he tucks you into bed, making sure that you’re comfortable. “You gonna be alright baby?” You nod and this time he lets it slide. “Well Daddy has some work to do. I’m gonna let you get some rest, okay?” You nod again and he leans down to kiss your forehead. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You say and with that the man disappears, leaving you with only your thoughts and the remnants of his kisses. 

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[freedomfireflies]

In your head, do you see 404 Harry and Tink ever actually admitting their feelings to eachother and being together for real? I know that’s what most people want lol but is that something you see happening?

I mean after the jealous blurb especially we all know they love eachother but they’re just not admitting it and either way I absolutely love everything you write for them but I’m so curious to know your vision!! Unless you’re keeping that to yourself for now…

I’m just wondering if it’s one of those things where they’re both too emotionally damaged to be real about their feelings and they just carry on as they are forever with this “I hate you” “I hate you more” type thing they have going on along with the incredibly hot sex of course??

But like does she keep going on “dates” and he keeps telling her not to but only because he can make her feel 10 times better… and that’s the only reason… obviously.

Does he suggest she live with him when her lease ends or she gets kicked out of her apartment for some reason but only because what good would she be if she was on the streets and she needs a home address to keep her job and no biggie but it would also just happen to be convenient for sex when she’s in the room next door…

Does he say randomly one day oh you know what we should do? We should get hitched. And when she looks at him like he has three heads because he’s said it in the most monotone nonchalant way he’s just like because it’s “only a piece of paper” and it makes sense for tax purposes and ya know.. other financial stuff that she couldn’t possibly understand like it’s not a big deal don’t make it weird it’s JUST FOR TAX PURPOSES!!!

And maybe when he decides he needs a child because his genes are too good to waste he’s like “do me a favour Tink” And he’s super degrading like “You know you want it, you’ve wanted me to knock you up since the first time I fucked you” because he has to convince himself that she wants it just as much (newsflash she does) and that she could have a year off and no one would miss her at work because he can do everything she can do (and better) and honestly it just makes sense

Or would they just admit they love eachother??!! HAHAHA I don’t know this was SO dumb hahaha but I absolutely love anything you put out because the way you write it is just *chefs kiss*

EEEE STOP!! I’ve talked about this a bit before but I deeeef think they’d just get together without officially being together!! 1000% would claim it’s for convenience or tax purposes and insurance or whatever but everyone else knows it’s cause they really are endgame!!

I kind of love the idea of them never saying the actual I love you words JUST OUT OF SPITE cause they don’t want to be the first to say it…..

But imagine one of them was in a bad accident….and the other one whispers it as they hold their hand in the hospital….and they don’t know if they’ll ever wake up….

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜

⋆ ★ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2023 ʟɪɴᴇᴜᴘ

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴅʀ. ʀᴏʏᴄᴇ ʜᴇᴍʟᴏᴄᴋ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴅʀʏ ɢʀɪɴᴅɪɴɢ, ʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱᴍᴇɴᴛ, ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ (ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ), ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪꜱᴍ.

⋆ ★ *ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴀᴅᴘᴀɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇ* ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ. ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ʙᴇɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇᴛᴛʏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢ��� ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅɪᴄᴋʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰᴄ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴀᴍ. ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ.

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

No other sight in the entire galaxy will ever be more satisfying than this.

Royce Hemlock, wide-eyed and on his knees at your request, in your medbay.

His short-winded intakes of air are no match for your own leveled breathing; you’re composed and still, as you loom above him, twirling a small strand of his hair between a finger and letting it fall out of place over his forehead. Create an image of imperfection and disheveledness he never wears and you never get to see.

“Doctor, I do not see the need in kicking me down to the ground like this–”

“Shut up,” You snap back, a permanent scowl etched on your face as you lift his chin. “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m sick of it.”

There’s a pout on his face, similar to that familiar neutral expression he tends to wear often, but not close enough. Besides the typical sociopathic, emotionless fascination with the most inhumane things, there's true emotion behind that face at this moment. 

“You’re going to address me as your superior,” you instruct, pinching his chin between two fingers. “And you’re going to do as I say. Understood?”

Hemlock takes a few moments to respond before nodding slowly and gulping hard.

“Understood.”

You feign a sweet smile and ruffle his hair, backing up to press your back onto the wall. Curling a finger toward yourself, you tilt your head and wink.

“Crawl.”

He takes his sweet time as if he’s still internally debating himself on the matter. He’s mortified, you see it in the eyes; though that tent in his pants tells you all you need to know. 

Once he finally reaches your pelvis, he tilts his eyes up with a spiteful expression as if he hates this. His reputation would be in shambles if someone were to hear your instructions and pitiful coos through the thin walls.

“Open your mouth.” Yet he seems to resign quickly.

A wad of spit drops onto his tongue.

“Don’t swallow yet.”

He keeps his tongue stuck out for you to examine until you’ve finished.

“You can swallow now.” He does quickly with your authorization, taking a deep breath afterward and letting his eyes flutter close. 

“Lick me,” you sigh out, tilting your head back as you spread your legs. He leans forward and shamefully opens his mouth, licking right over the seam of your pants, where your center lies covered.

The act itself is sloppy and rushed, obscene, brings you only the slimmest bit of pleasure, but he’s ever so obedient, and that itself sends all the heat to rush to your sex. He makes no sound. Not a peep from that throat. You flick the side of his head.

“Won’t you make some noise?” You tease, trying not to smile all sly and satisfied; that’s how you feel, however. He knows so.

“I–” he begins, voice dying with no real direction of thought. You click your tongue.

“If you have nothing to retort with, just do what I ask without “It isn’t so hard to not be a brat.”

“Right,” he answers rather quickly. Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip barely saves him from dehydration while he darts out to 

How degrading, you coo to yourself, watching him shamelessly grind his face against your clothes and finally letting out the meekest of whimpers.

You tug on the locks of his hair.

“Louder,” is all you instruct.

He tries, but it’s not enough.

“Little louder.”

You press a thumb onto the pressure point by his collarbone and elicit a long wail out of his throat. 

“That’s it.”

A knock on the door startles the both of you. Hemlock turns in horror, the thumping of his heart audible even to you as he lifts a knee off the ground and tries to push himself up.

You press a hand on his shoulder blade, forcing him down to his knees again.

“You haven't finished here yet,” you click your chin down as if gesturing him to look, look at what you’re neglecting. 

“I know those voices,” he retorts, voice smaller than you expect. “You know those voices.”

You do; it’s Emerie and your assistant accompanied by melodic steps, getting louder by the second. Hemlock’s eyes widen, pleading silently to you.

In the face of salvation, you lean down and gesture for him to stick his tongue again. As you leave another wad of spit on the tip and have him curl it back into his mouth, you giggle and tilt your head with a begging question.

“Want to greet them?” 

His mouth falls agape. You curl it close with a finger.

“Want to show them how good you’ve been for me? How disgusting?”

He shuffles on his knees, rubbing his legs together in an almost vindictive matter. You coo and nod.

“Yeah, you do,” there’s no need for him to answer himself. “You get off on this just as much as I do.”

The door creaks open and the previous conversation dissolves once their eyes lock on the two of you. Their stare dances on your skin and sends you reeling in satisfaction. Your gaze barely lingers on the expressions etched on each of their faces as you shuck nonexistent dirt off your top and stand up straight, the doctor still kneeling ashamed by your feet.

“Sorry for my improperness,” You tell them, no longer paying Hemlock any attention. “Would you two walk with me outside? Dr. Hemlock will wait in here.”

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[futurequibblerjournalist]

Edmund Matan (please correct me if I spell it wrong) having to earn the right to lick out his wife. Being forced to rut against her lower leg. Not allowed to finish until she says so. Stroking his hair and laughing when he whines. Caving because he just looks too good like that and sitting on his face. Telling him how good he is and making him say how much better this feels than her leg, but teasing him about how hard it must've been not to dribble on her shoe like the dirty perv he is. Giving him kisses when she's finished and laying his head on her chest and promising that she'll take care of that tomorrow, rubbing her foot over his hard on before just smooching his forehead and leaving him between her boobs and her book read aloud to him

Okay okay I love elements of this,,, but she would never laugh at him and I don’t think he would be into humiliation/degrading stuff!

It’s more of like,,, “can you show me how eager you are” than “you have to earn it” and it’s a soft giggle seeing him react to her rather than laughter. Praising him for doing such a good job despite how much she could tell he was struggling but she knows that he’d always do exactly what she needed him to

Esther giving him smooches and letting him lay his head on her breasts and reading to him or just cuddling him is forever my favourite thing tho,,, like yes he needs that

(Also for his name, Matan is his Hebrew name (and as far as I know that works sort of like a middle name but even I’m taking notes on this) so if addressing him you can just call him Edmund I or Edmund Senior! (Though of course adding the Matan also works lol I know who you’re talking about obviously))