#let link and i be your little playthings PLEASE

[nymphoheretic]

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Plaything •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Synopsis: You've been caught in his trap. And now you're his little plaything. The Upper Moon 4, Hantengu, more so you belong to the 4 clones.

Warnings : smut, gangbang with Hantengu clones, oral(male and female receiving), anal, Double Penetration , degradation, biting, marking, Electroplay, Spit as lube Rough sex , cervix fucking, Monsterfucking , wing play, praise, Blood Kink, creampie, finger sucking, squirting (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count : 4.6k

Pairing : Hantengu (all four clones) x fem!slayer!reader

A/N: I have no words for this. It's basically straight porn and I know tumblr is gonna slap a label on it. So, check it out on my AO3(same name). I'll link it in my bio/pinned post.

Special thanks to @bleuboyfriend for beta reading it for me! You're amazing Luke!!

Tags: @bakugosbratx (cause I'd get yelled at if I didn't) @herohibiscus (karaku brainrot partner in crime) @linpunny (monsterfucker bestie) @fushisslut (have your lawyer call mine) @sirenspider @unknownspecies @sailewhoremoon @potofstewie @medusashima @sweetblueworm @gh0stfac3-w1f3y @zoroarkstar @potatoboiasta @rav3enmuse @gingerspicelattemix @redsharksimp @shadowvessel172 @hiitogata @iamthepaninpanic @yandere-wishes @tommyinnit-kinnie @maddyybtw @rani-02 @hulahoopingpro @justsomereaderwholikesanime @dedukiddu @shockinglysubmissive @cherryblossomsenpai @cherry1hearts @violxtbxbyy @jeschalynn @jazzthatonewriterchick @comatosebunny09 @ilovetwodmen @cockadodalcuck @nightimewalk-chan @enchantedforest-network

You're not sure how it even happened. You were summoned to slay a demon that had been spotted in a village; only to find a cowardly little imp like Demon that was scared of its own shadow. Cutting its head off wasn't too difficult, but the result was devastating for you. The demon split into four clones of itself. Each one with a different demon blood art. 

They cornered you and the green one, Karaku found you to be so very interesting. His clawed hand reached out and caressed your cheek before tipping your chin back. His tongue – marked with the Kanji "pleasure" – slipped past his lips and touched your lips, tasting them. A deep purr like growl rumbled in his chest as he speaks to his counterparts.

"It's been so long since we've been separated and had a little plaything. We deserve to have some fun, right, Sekido?"

His green Kanji branded eyes flickering down to your torn top – the swell of your breasts inviting him as his mouth watered when he could hear your heart pounding beneath your ribcage. Your eyes dart from him to his three other counterparts. His fingers tilt your gaze back to his as he tilts his head down towards yours. “Ne, Sekido, can we have some fun with this pretty little slayer? Please?”

Sekido grits his fangs, his red Kanji branded eyes narrowing as he taps his staff on the ground, bolts of lightning sparking from underneath. His gaze cuts to your eyes and he can smell the fear that emits from you – saturating the air around them in its scent. He growls out, voice guttural and deep. “Only if Aizetsu and Urogi agree.”

Karaku grabs you in his claws and sits you down in his lap, easily pinning you against his chest  as he spreads your legs. One hand cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples as the other dug its palm into your core, eliciting a moan from you. The sound was like heaven to his ears. Karaku’s tongue touches the shell of your ear before his fangs nip at it playfully. “Aizestu, Urogi, c’mon say yes. I wanna play with our new toy.”

“Get your hands off of m–” Your words die off in a moan when he rubbed two sharp clawed fingers over the damp spot forming over your panties.

“Hmmm, little plaything. You were saying?” He ground his fingers harder against the clothed little pearl of nerves, making you squeal out. “Just look at my counterparts. Hard just from watching us. You all should join. If not, I’m still going to have fun.”

Urogi’s control finally snapped as a feral grin spreads over his lips when your musky scent permeates his senses. His own tongue – marked with the Kanji “Joy" – flicks out of his mouth as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Fuck, she’s sexy. And we get to have fun with her. Don’t mind if I do.” When Karaku ripped your panties off and tossed them to the side, Urogi wasted no time diving his face between your thighs, his tongue curling through your sticky folds.

You arched your back, pressing your ass back against the other demon’s crotch, involuntarily grinding against his hard cock as the one with golden eyes feasts upon your center. It was ironic that the one with “pleasure” on his tongue was not the one between your thighs. You whimpered when Urogi’s tongue curled through your cunt, slurping messily as he sucked on your clit.

Aizetsu whimpered softly as his cock twitched against his thigh, rising to attention. He watched as his two more confident counterparts have their fun with the pretty slayer. “Karaku.” He said finally, his voice soft almost timid. “I think you should be the one eating her while Urogi fucks her throat.” His face flushed as he palmed himself through his pants. “And Sekido should use his blood demon art to shock her into submission as she takes his cock first.” 

Karaku grinned. “That’s a great idea, Aizetsu!” He laid down on the ground, relaxing against the cool floor as his hair fanned out underneath him. “But I think I’d rather her ride my face while Urogi fucks hers.” Easily holding down your hips, he grabbed you and pulled you away from Urogi’s tongue, a string of slick mixed saliva connecting you to the avian-like demon.

Urogi pouted at having his fun ruined, but grinned at Aizetsu’s words. The little shy bastard has some good ideas in that sorrowful mind. He cackled as he fumbled with the tie that held his pants together as Karaku settled you over his awaiting mouth. His talons caressed your face, thumb wiping at the tear that threatened to fall. “You’re going to be a good little cocksleeve for us, right?”

Sekido growled at the softer, more timid counterpart as he tapped his staff against the ground once more. “What utter foolishness. Like I want to stick my cock in that little whore’s body.” But his hard cock betrayed his angry words as he listened to your saccharine moans while his counterparts had their way with you. His narrowed red eyes watched as your throat bulged as Urogi slid his cock in deep, the yellow-eyed demon giggling as you tapped his thigh.

Growling once more, he dropped to his knees, pulling his dick out of his pants and fisted it roughly. His fangs grit as his claws of his other hand found your hair and yanked your head back to force you to meet his eyes. “You should feel lucky that I’m willing to fuck a needy bitch like you.” His palm smacked against the meat of your ass, making your hips buck against Karaku’s eager tongue and forcing more of Urogi’s cock down your throat.

You let out a whimper around the thick girth on your tongue as you feel Karaku dig his claws in your hips, pulling you even further down onto his mouth. He slurped so noisily at your pussy as his tongue dug orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count. Your moans were muffled by Urogi as he thrust into your mouth without abandon. Another pathetic sounding moan vibrated in your chest when you feel Sekido’s claws dig into the fat of your ass and spread your cheeks.

Shame filled your body as your eyes darted around, searching for someone to help you, but they only found Aizetsu, who was calmly stroking his cock, pre leaking – oozing from the tip as his face flushed with a blush. 

Aizetsu covered his face with his hand as he watched his counterparts. His voice was soft as he directed them on what to do. “Urogi, wrap your hand around her throat, choke her until she’s able to take all of your cock down her slutty little mouth. She doesn't get th breath if she doesn't. Kakaru suck on her clit more while using your tongue to fuck her hole. Sekido...” He pauses, his eyes darkening with desire as he works his hand over his cock faster. “Prep her ass for your cock.”

Your eyes widened when Aizetsu told the red-eyed demon what to do. You try to shake your head, but Urogi had wrapped his talon around your neck, his hips snapping faster as he fucks more of his cock down your throat.

“Now, pretty little plaything. It's not nice to be distracted. Eyes on me.” He grins as he tightens his hand around your neck, relishing in the choke-like moans that vibrated around his length. When you shift those big teary eyes back to his, his tongue fell from his mouth as he curled it in the air. “That’s the fucking look! Cry more, slayer!”

You could feel Sekido’s sharp claws dig into your flesh as he lowered his face between your thighs, his tongue slipping out to trace the ring of your puckered little hole. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. Sekido’s tongue was hot – hotter than Karaku’s. It felt like currents of electricity were shooking up and down your spine. 

Karaku flicks your clit, scraping it with his fangs as his fingers slip over your clenching hole. He lifts you off his face for a moment to stare up at your face. “Aww, is the pretty little slayer crying?” He cooed condescendingly, “Such a good girl you are.” His praise sounded fake as he pushed his fingers past the first ring of muscles of your dripping pussy. “Oh? Maybe I should call you a slut? Or our little cocksleeve whose only purpose is to be fucked by four demon cocks?”

Moaning around Urogi’s cock at Karaku’s filthy words, words that sounded like they were dipped in honey to your hazy mind. His fingers thrust up into you twisting and turning until they found that spot that made your body twitch and wreath above him. “That's the spot. Come on, let go for me. Cum on my tongue. I take pleasure in it.” Karaku mocked as he licks your cunt with the flat of his tattooed tongue.

“Shit, Karaku. Her throat tightened up when you did that.” Urogi’s cock twitches on your tongue as his talons tangle in your hair, pulling you even further down on his girth. “Fuck, gonna cum down this nasty throat. That what you want? My cum painting that greedy mouth of yours?” His smile was beyond feral as the talon around your neck tightens to the point where you couldn’t breathe.

Sekido growled as you ignored him in favor of his counterparts. His tongue circled the flesh of your asshole before pushing past that tight ring and wiggling inside. “Don’t fucking forget about me, nasty bitch.” He used his blood demon art to send streaks of lightning through your body, making you convulse and shake – the feeling making your body release your juices on Karaku’s tongue.

“Did I fucking say you could cum, dirty slut?” Sekido removed his tongue, fangs biting deeply into the roundness of your cheeks, nails digging into your flesh. He relishes in the fact that you had to pull away from Urogi to scream out from the painful pleasure of his abuse of your ass. Your blood trickled down his throat and he moaned a little at the taste of it. It was sweet – a potent elixir that coats his tongue. “Fucking delicious.” 

Aizetsu whimpered as he stroked his cock, his hand still covering his blushing face. His balls felt heavy as his length twitched against his palm, precum dribbling down the leaky tip. He was trying his best to remain calm, telling them how to please you. Aizetsu was shy, but even he had a limit on how much he could take – and he was approaching it. “Karaku, fuck her pussy hard, but don’t cum inside. Sekido, stop teasing her and give her your cock too. Spread her ass and spit in it. Urogi, have her suck your balls.”

Urogi eagerly did as Aizetsu told him, fisting his cock as he tilted your chin to stare deeply into your teary eyes. “Fuck, I love that you're being such a fucking crybaby and we haven’t even fucked you yet.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, talon scraping over your tongue. “You heard Aizetsu. Open up.” Urogi grinned as he placed his balls on your tongue and tossed his head back and lets out a mewl when your lips closed over them to suckle. “Such a good fucking whore you are.”

Karaku licked his lips clean of your sweet essence as he slid you down his chest, a trail of your slick coating his skin until his throbbing cock nudged at your hole. He shuddered at the feeling of your warm pussy gliding over his length. “Gonna fuck you so good. You gonna be a good little toy and take my cock all the way, yeah?” He lined the sticky tip up with your dripping hole and pushed inside with a low moan.

Sekido spread your ass cheeks, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your twitching little hole. Gathering a fat glob of saliva on his tongue, he lets it slide down past his lips to drip down into the crack. He used his thumb to smear it around and slowly pushed it inside to lubricate it more. Sekido lined his cock up with your tight hole and slowly pushes past the ring of muscle. “Tight ass bitch. Let me inside.” He growled as he gripped your hips tightly, claws threatening to rip your skin again.

You stiffened at the pain of being stretched so full by two cocks, the burn almost unbearable. Your moans were muffled by Urogi’s balls still suckled between your lips as he stroked his cock above your face. You whimpered as you felt them taking alternating thrusts inside you, touching the deepest part of you. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you could feel your body reacting to them, clenching down on them.

Karaku grinned as he felt your walls flutter and hug his dick tightly, sucking him in deeper. His finger squeezed in between your bodies to toy with the sensitive pearl of flesh. He watched as your back arched against him, shoving more of your ass back onto Sekido’s cock Laughing when he felt your nails dig into his chest like that would make him stop. “You’re so cute, slayer, but Aizetsu said to fuck you hard...” Karaku planted his feet on the ground more firmly, his claws digging into your thighs as he grabbed you tightly. “So, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Sekido grunted as he snapped his hips roughly, bullying his fat cock deeper into your tight ass. A growl left him as your warm heat wrapped around him, hugging him so tightly. “F-fuck...” He whined softly, his face scrunching up from the pleasure. “Squeezing my dick like this. You must want me to fucking cum in your ass. You’re such a filthy little cumslut.” He grabs your hips so tightly, nails digging into your flesh and causing fresh blood to drip down onto Karaku’s waist.

Urogi’s tongue slipped out of his mouth and curled into the air as he laughed loudly, his cock throbbing at the sight of your tears. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep looking up at me with that face. Those fucking tears make me so hard. You want that? For me to cum on your face like the needy whore you are?” His voice shudders as his hand speeds up. “Or you’d rather I cum down the fucking throat, plugging up your nose so that you have no choice but to swallow?”

Before you could even answer, Aizetsu made the decision for you. “Make her swallow it, Urogi.”

“You heard him! Open up!” The yellow-eyed clone giggled as he pushed his cock back between your lips, dragging the throbbing hot flesh across your tongue. The tip hit the back of your throat and Urogi howls with pleasure as he grabbed the sides of your head to hold you steady as he fucked into your mouth.

Aizetsu’s face was flushed even as his blue eyes darkened – his control was wearing thin as his cock throbbed with the need for release. His hand wasn’t enough. He wanted to be inside your snug little pussy. He wanted to be the one to fill you so full of cum that it caused a bulge in her belly. Aizetsu bit his lip, fangs piercing the plump flesh and blood dribbled down his chin – which he quickly licked away. Soon. He’d let his counterparts finish first. 

Karaku’s hips meet yours as his cock bullied your insides, his tongue out to show the kanji etched on it as his eyes zero in on the way Urogi’s dick bulged in your pretty throat. “Fuck you’re taking all three of us so well.” His fingers tighten around your thighs – they were sure to leave bruises behind, marking you as his. Karaku grit his fangs as his balls slap against your cunt, cock tingling with the tale-tell signs of his release.

He had half an inkling to ignore Aiztesu’s command and cream this drippy little pussy of yours with his cum, paint your deepest parts in his color. But he was kinder than that. Aizetsu has been telling them just how to pleasure you, all while edging himself. “Go ahead.” He leaned up and nipped at your collarbone, sucking at the skin to leave more of his marks behind. “Cum on my cock. Soak it. Y’know you want to.”

Sekido threw his head back, hair fanning out as sweat dripped down the side of his face. Your tight little ass was giving him so much pleasure. His balls tightened as his dick throbbed and swelled inside. “Fucking bitch. Gonna cum in this filthy ass of yours. You’re just a fucking cumdump for me, got it?”

“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” Urogi grins as his talons pinched into the skin of your cheeks as he thrust in and out of your drooling mouth. “Take it! And don’t waste a drop!” With a few more deep thrusts, his hot milky seed filled your throat at such rapid speed that you had no choice but to swallow or choke.

Karaku moans loudly as his hands leave your thighs to squeeze your breasts as he felt you tighten and clench down on his cock as he found that sweet spot, pressing on his repeatedly until he felt you shaking and trembling. “Give it to me, pretty little plaything. Soak me in your juices. Let me see you make a mess like the good little slut we’re training you to be.”

You tossed your head back as you let out a loud cry. “Oh fuck!” You screamed as you came hard on Karaku’s dick, rings of cream frothing around the base as he continues to fuck you through your high. “I...I can’t. Please stop.”

Sekido grunted as he slid his cock out and pushed it in deep – stretching the tight muscles into his shape. “Shit.” He grit his fangs tightly as his claws cut into your skin once more. “Tch.” The red-eyed clone scoffs at the feeling of your blood coating his fingers. Taking his hand, he grabbed your cheek and forced your lips to part. “Suck your filthy blood off my fingers, bitch.”

The metallic taste that covered his fingertips coats your tongue as Sekido fucks into your tight hole with fast deep thrusts as Karaku’s mouth sucked on your nipples, his fang scrapping over the swell of them as his own thrust began to grow more and more sporadic.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Karaku moaned as he slammed into you once, twice, three more times before he pulled out and fists his slick covered cock. “Shit...” Cum paints your lower stomach and thighs as he finished and breathes heavily as your slick pussy lips grind over his half mast dick because of Sekido’s brutal thrusting.

Sekido grabbed one of your arms and pinned it to the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch for him as he fucked your ass with fast, hard snaps of his hips. His cock tingled and swelled inside you as he felt his end nearing. “Slutty ass bitch. You gonna cum from me fucking and filling your ass with my seed? I bet you are.” His teeth grit from the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers as you clean the blood off of them. “Fucking...I’m cumming. Cumming...!” He snarled as he came hard, spraying your insides with his hot cum.

You moaned like a cat in heat from the feeling of Sekido filling your tight, puckered hole – it creamed around his cock because it was so much. You collapsed on top of Karaku, chest heaving. “No...” you swallowed. “No, more.”

Karaku runs his claws soothingly over your back, his grin never leaving his face as he heard Aizetsu slowly making his way over to where you were. “But you only took three of us. There are four of us.” He reminded you as the shy blue-eyed clone pulled you up and into his arms.

Aizetsu cupped your cheek as he lifted you up against him and wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips found yours as his tongue seeks out yours. He swallowed your muffled cries and ignored your fists as they pound against his chest. He lined his weeping cock up with your hole, lifting your hips easily.

“Wait a second, Aizetsu. I ain't get a turn to fuck her.” Urogi said as he flew over to the two of you. “Lemme have her ass.”

Hands spread your ass cheeks, cum still dripping out of the tight hole of your ass. “This ass?” Aizetsu whispered as he slid inside your pussy with one fluid movement, your arms automatically wrapped around his neck as you moaned so beautifully for him. “G-go a-fuck-ahead.”

You let out a shocked gasp when the yellow-eyed avian-like demon let out a cackle as his talons wrapped around your shoulders as he lined his cock up with your still twitching hole as Aizetsu slowly thrust up into you. “No, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Aizetsu turns your face back to his, his tongue – the Kanji “sorrow” etched into the pink muscle – sliding out to lick at the tears that gathered in your eyes. “You can, pretty slayer. Aren’t we making you feel so good? Tell me I’m making you feel good, please?”

Urogi ignored your pleas and pushed the fat tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscles, his knees buckling a bit. “Fuck, you’re so god damn tight. Such a horny thing.” He licked a line up your back, tasting the sweat that covered it. “You love having two cocks in your tight ass and cunt, right?”

Karaku felt left out and walked over to where his counterparts were and grabbed your hand. “C’mon pretty slayer, touch me too.” Wrapping your fingers around his cock, he used the movements from the other two thrusting up onto you to fuck your fist. 

You wrapped your other arm around Urogi’s neck, nails digging into his back as he and Aizetsu pound into you. You could tell the difference between the two by the pace. Aizetsu was slow, methodical and careful – building up an orgasm out of you. While Urogi fucked into you at an animalistic pace, his balls smacking against the curve of your ass. Your mouth dropped open into a series of drawn out curses, nails digging into Urogi’s back as the other squeezed Karaku’s cock.

“Oi, human!” Sekido growled out, not liking that he was the one left out now. “You got one more hole, let me–” He started to take a step towards them, his cock bobbing as he moved when all three of his counterparts glared at him.

“We wanna hear her.” They growled. The sounds of your moans were like the sweetest of sounds to their ears and they wanted to hear it more and more.

Aizetsu angled his hips so that his thrusts were deep, the thick tip fucking against your cervix with each precise thrust. His mouth drops open in a whimper as his eyes teared up from the feeling of your pussy quivering around him. “Please. Need for you to tell me that I’m making you feel good, slayer. I need to hear it.”

Each word of his last sentence was punctuated by a deep thrust and your head fell back against Urogi’s shoulder. “Fuck! You’re making me feel so fucking good.” You gave into the hypnotic spell Aizetsu was lulling you into with his gentle and tender touches.

Urogi laughed as he picked up speed, his balls starting to tighten with the threat of his release. “You’re damn right we are.” His feathers ruffled when your nails dig into the skin between them. “H-hey...” He mewled. “Not the wings.” The avian-like demon lets out a screen when your hand grabs the downy feathers near the base of his wings. A shudder goes down his spine as his dick swelled inside you as it began to paint your walls with his thick cum. “Fucking dammit...” 

Karaku watched as Urogi fell to his knees, his cock popping out of you as he did so. Aizetsu took that time to turn you around, hands wrapping under your thighs so that he could easily lift you up and down on his cock. “Don’t mind if I do.” He shoved the yellow-eyed clone out of the way as his lips attached to your clit.

The scream you let out was like music to them as Sekido begrudgingly walked over to use your hand to stroke his cock to completion. Your other hand wrapped around Aizetsu’s neck as you moaned those sweet sounding cries in his ear, encouraging him that he was still making you feel good. His lips nuzzled your ear as his voice rumbled, “Cum for me. Let me feel you soak my cock. That way I really know I’m making you feel good.”

“Yeah, our pretty plaything. Cum for Aizetsu and let me taste it. You can squirt, right?” His tongue swirled on your clit, teasing it with the tip as the blue-eyed clone thrust into you so deeply that your body jerked, hand tightening around Sekido’s cock.

“Fucking shit, bitch.” Sekido cursed, the tip drooling with pre as he felt his balls draw up, the telltale sign that he was about to cum. He fucked your fist faster, the slick sounds of it echoing in his ear. Sekido lets out another grunt before he spilt his seed, coating the top of your fist with it. “Making me cum like that...you’re such a whore...” he panted.

Aizetsu bounced you on his cock, determined to make you cum – to make you squirt so hard you passed out from the pleasure. His fangs grazed over the shell of your ear before he stuck his tongue in your ear as he felt you tighten up on his length. “Just let go and be our plaything.” He whispered.

Your back arched like a cat as you felt your thighs tremble, clit throbbing on Karaku's greedy tongue. Your chest heaved as your body convulsed, cumming hard, squirting – the hot clear liquid drenching Karaku’s face and dripping down Aizetsu’s thighs.

“Good fucking girl.” The green-eyed clone praised after he swallowed what he was able to catch on his tongue.

Aizetsu let out a whine as he trailed his tongue down the length of your neck before biting down gently on your pulse point. His thrust sped up until he was pounding into your soaked pussy. “Oh fuck. Oh shit...” He whimpered, tongue lapping at your pulse as he felt his cock twitching. He wasn’t to last much longer. “Gonna cum. Gonna cream this pussy. Say that’s what you want. Please tell me you want my cum.”

In your hazy fucked out mind, anything he said sounded heavenly. You mewled out weakly, “Want your cum. Give it to me.”

No sooner than those words left your throat, Aizetsu gave you a few more deep, cervix kissing thrusts before his hot cum spilled over inside your needy cunt. “Take it. Take it all.” He whined out as he fucked it deeper into you. “You’re our plaything now.”

Even you had to agree, You’ve become the plaything of the Upper Moon 4, Hantengu – no, the four clones, Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, and Aizetsu.

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[highhhfiveee]

please i need some dubcon mike schmidt ..,,, like he picks up drunk reader from a party n takes her home n fucks her throat ..,,, ‘you’re so easy to control when you’re all stupid like this’ ..,,, she’s got tears streaming down her face n she’s clawing at his thighs but he just holds her head in place n strokes her hair n tells her how good she’s making him feel ,,

okay okay okay. shiver me fuckin timbers lmaoooo. this is so brothersbestfriend!mike. switched it up a little but i hope you still enjoy! [had this set to post at 12 but tumblr failed me lmao]

sangria

tags: brothersbestfriend!mike, fem!reader, intimate touching, choking, wild dick sucking, deep throating, spitplay, degradation, dubcon (reader is plastered, and while she does consent to be taken advantage of, she is still under the influence); mike is such a protector and i'm starting to think that this is megasub!reader x protector!mike in addition to bbf! [let me know if i missed anything + this has been proofread but there’s always still a chance for mistakes lmao]

link to the original fic, mimosa, here 🍹, and the first part of the finale here, tequila sunrise, here 🍸

okay, so maybeeeeeee you two didn't actually get caught that day.

you’re panting in each other’s faces as you come, clean yourselves off, and exit the shed like your brother's best friend hadn't made you squirt all over the garden tools and pool supplies.

the feeling of mike's come pooling in your bikini bottoms makes you tingly all over again, and you're squirming while you both ease your way back into the fold of cookout attendees, diverting into separate paths so no one can catch onto your attachment; clandestine and kept between the eyes, lips, and bodies of you two only.

you'd wished mike nothing but hell while you were away at school, doing anything you could to get the thought of him out of your head. even though you'd been the one to catch feelings, you never wanted him to have any part of you ever again, restricting him from you.

you'd wanted him erased from the entire galaxy then, but from the cookout forward, nothing excited you more than the thought of being mike’s plaything. you snuck around with him more than you should've; giving him handjobs in the backseat of his car, letting him eat you out in your bedroom with the door open---risky things that made your heart pound with adrenaline and need, a rush to the very end.

you could only get that feeling with mike. it made you sick to your stomach with taboo butterflies, fantasizing about all the ways he could have you thrashing, eyes rolling back, toes curled until your feet cramped.

he'd hooked you on him once again, and this time, he'd decided to go with the flow. he wasn't pursuing anything with anyone else, and feelings had begun to bloom in him. nothing like love, he'd told himself (even though your flirty smile made his heart palpitate before making his dick hard), but like...safeguarding.

you were young, unversed with life, vulnerable; mike could see people taking advantage of you, mistaking your soft, impish act for total naivete. even though he'd hurt you himself, he'd never allow anyone else to treat you that way, or put you in a situation to harm you. there was this urge in him to keep you safe, keep you protected from the mean world that ate girls like you for breakfast.

mukrrrrrrrrrrrr

molwwwwwwwwww

gahdmn i cant tYpe LoL

exhibit a.

y/n are you drunk

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y/n

4 F R E E dwinks

downnnnnnnnn thw hATCH

pArTyz rool xp

mike's about to ask about your location when your picture floods his screen, phone vibrating in his hand with a call. he answers it with a displeased, "where are you?

"she’s at 8203 harrington circle," someone yells over loud, bass-riddled music and scattered conversations. mike hopes it's a friend of yours, and not a complete stranger. “she was fine, but i think that fourth drink tipped her over!"

mike's been putting on clothes and grabbing for his keys and wallet since your first text message, already sulking to his car as your friend finishes her statement. "stay with her and keep her upright, i'll be there in fifteen."

he can't get rid of the deep scowl etched on his face while he drives, both hands clasped tensely on his wheel at ten and two. he wants you to have fun, of course. he isn't going to tell you not to go to parties, or not to drink---you’re your own person, and he has no right to tell you what you could and couldn't do, but something about you utterly hammered around so many people you probably don't know makes his heart pound against his ribcage with agitation.

harrington circle was a street on a state school campus, one that you'd opted not to go to all that time ago. maybe you'd known some people there, but mike was sure you didn't know your way around, where to go if something went wrong...

he pulls up to a tall, red brick house smack dab in the middle of a cul-de-sac, immediately throwing his car in park and exiting when he sees two girls walking alongside a guy carrying you out the front doorway. he has his hands hooked under your armpits, pushing your boobs together and "covertly" staring at your amplified cleavage as he leads you down the short stone path.

your head lulls back a little, and you're smiling up at the sky with your eyes closed and your cheeks flushed to death. your legs drag under you, and mike's quick to grab for your waist, removing you from that perv's grasp with haste and a grimace.

you droop into him, body leaden with alcohol, and he slides one arm under the back of your knees, bending his own to lift you into a bridal style hold.

you squeal as he turns away from the house, throwing your arms around his neck and dreamily sighing at the way his hands feel carrying you, strong and vigilant and possessive. "mikeeeeeee," you mewl, pulling yourself into him so you can nudge at the column of his throat. your words are slurred almost beyond comprehension, and he commands one of the girls to open the passenger door so he can ease you inside.

he sets you down in the seat, or at least tries to, whispering, "let me go" when you keep your arms wrapped around him. the position has him hunched over, and it hurts his back so badly, but you whimper, "nooooo, want you close" while nearly making him trip and fall across you, splaying his entire body over yours. he smells so good, all warm and musky and mike, and you don’t want to separate from him.

"y/n, please. i wanna get you home," he reaches back to wrench your arms off of him, placing them in your lap and closing the door before you can complain. he walks around the front to the driver's side, monotonously thanking the girl who'd helped you as he grumpily enters the car.

he grabs for your seat belt, stretching it across your torso as he does his own and drives away from the annoyingly illuminated house and party commotion in silence.

you're so gone, but even drunk, it's unsettling to you how quiet mike is, keeping his eyes focused on the road without a hint of a glance or a word to you. his jaw is clenched deeply, and he's stiff as a board against his seat, so opposite from his usual sullen, suave nonchalance. you frown at him, fingering with your strappy, well-tied sandals. "hey, grumpy,"

"not grumpy," you huff at his tone, sour and unwavering, and wiggle your toes as you finally free them from the entrapment of footwear. "i'm fine."

"you've gotten very, very bad at lying," you demur. your head slacks again, but this time against your headrest. you ogle mike through the film in your eyes, digging your teeth into your bottom lip. "mad at me?"

mike writhes in his seat, his jaw muscles flexing at your coy lilt. you know how to manipulate him with your words, sweetening them in just a way that would have mike bending to your will. the way you're gazing at him with your big, unfocused eyes makes him makes him press down on the gas a bit harder.

"i'm not mad," he mutters, all pseudo-nonconfrontational and collected, but you know that he's not telling the truth. something about the circumstances bothers him, and you want to know why. the car comes to a stop at a red light, mike shaking his head as he scrunches his face and rubs his eye with a knuckle. "forget about it."

"i won't. don't like me having fun without you?" he doesn't answer, staring ahead at the empty streets around the two of you. it was so late, nearly 2 am, and it only fuels the exasperation he feels burning in his stomach. he doesn’t like you out here like this, without him to keep you out of harm’s way.

"is it the drinking?" you pout, frustrated with the way he's ignoring you. "i admit, maybe four drinks was overkill, but i feel sooooo good. my body feels like..." you make a subtle buzzing noise, similar to tv static, and cut it off with a giggle, reaching over for one of mike's hands while the light turns green.

you inch it towards your lap, dragging it across the skin of your thigh that skims the end of your skirt, mini and gold and matching with the white corset top you wore. "you should feel."

"y/n..."

"c'mon mike," you pout again, dipping his hand between your opened legs. you let out an astounded moan when his cold fingertips connect with your bare clit, and now he's scowling at the fact that you’re not wearing any panties. he thinks about how many people would keep note of that, combined with your docile, inebriated state, and see it as a way in. it’s clear, with how those drinks have you begging him to ease his fingers into you, caressing your tight, warm walls so he can add another check to "car" on the list of places he's made you squirt. “don't want you to be mad at me anymore."

"i'm not mad at you, y/n," he finally says, fingers still against your skin. you're soaking his seats, the excess of your slick dripping down to the cloth, and he has to pull himself out of thinking about someone else feeling you in this way. his eyes stay low on the road as he continues, "did you know anyone at that party?"

"mhm, like one person." mike sighs, a low grumble in his throat. he pulls his hand away from you, putting all of his attention on driving so he can get home. he just wants you inside, away from the world and in his charge. he doesn't say anything for a long while, eventually taking a deep breath and mumbling, "just want you safe, y/n. i'm glad you called me to come get you. there are bad people out there, and i don’t trust them in situations like this.”

"yeah," you purr, leaning against the center console and resting your head on the side of his seat. "you're my knight in shining armor, hmm? keeping me away from all the bad bad people looking to destroy messed up princesses like me?"

mike side eyes your tone, nearly scolding you for treating it like a joke and not something that could actually happen.

"...that's one way to put it, but seriously—-“

"wanna be destroyed though," you interrupt, unbuckling your seatbelt once he cuts the car off in the driveway. he’s turning to you, dark eyes gazing towards your pouted lips. you're reaching your hand across his lap, massaging it over the press of him in his sweatpants. “especially by you. wanna be your little fucktoy. let you use my messy holes however you want because they're yours."

your filthy mouth and shameless confession have mike turned on and hard and thinking about how you've called your holes his. he's seeing you bent over the couch, stuffed to the hilt with his fingers pressed against your tongue while he smirks down on you, veins coursing with lust. he squeezes at your hand, and says,

"let's get you inside, okay? then we can talk more about my messy fucking holes."

you're dizzy, giving him a big, woozy smile and letting all the craving you feel inside pour out through your glazed over eyes when he swoops you up again, carrying you and your shoes to his front door. your arms are back around his neck, and you're placing soft kisses on his lips, jaw, and chin as he drops your shoes by the entrance and carries you all the way to the couch, settling his body into one of the corners.

you're adjusting yourself on him so your bare mound drips over his thighs, and he's got his hands around your hips again, digging his fingers into your flesh as you mindlessly grind against him. you're still kissing against his lips, so uncoordinated and sloppy, and he pulls on the wispy strands at the nape of your neck, disconnecting you from him so he can leer at you with a look that tells you he will be destroying you tonight, guaranteed. "no panties was really bold of you, baby."

"can’t have panty lines in this skirt," you frown, placing your hands on mike's shoulders for leverage to move on him a bit harsher, eventually grazing them over his back and arms as you do. "not cute."

"but it's really not cute for you to have my holes on display for anyone to have, especially not when you're like this."

"mikey, please,” you coo, hunching down to press wet, suctioned kisses on mike's bare neck and rolling your hips into the weight of him. he feels so good against you, and you're aching, the alcohol sending shocks to your clit with every second of friction. "want you in me or something. no more talking, just use—-.”

"aht, don't rush me. trying to get you to understa---" one of your hands goes from roaming his shoulderblades to placing pressure around his throat, shocking him stiff against the back of the couch.

he doesn't think anyone has ever choked him before, and while his eyes burn at you with frenzied astonishment, you're causing him to have a revelation. his dick pulses against the material of his sweatpants at the feeling of your dainty hand squeezing his throat, and he's reaching to grab your wrist and bring your hand down before he comes all quick like he’s 18 again. you stop him with your other hand, coming in close to his face.

there's such a ferocity in your stare, and he knows that you're not going to let him lecture you all night. you need him to fuck you, need him to do something with you and your drunken arousal.

"are you really gonna keep talking, or would you rather just fuck my throat?" you slide your arms down his back, lips placed by his ear as you whisper, "show me how depraved people really can be when i'm like this."

he knows it's sick, but it doesn't take much past that for mike to have you on all fours beside him on the couch, back arched into a 45 degree angle as you drool all over his lap. you're begging for it, whining about how good he feels in your mouth, and he doesn't want to miss an opportunity to give you something you want, even though you're in this state. he's glad that it's him using you in this scenario, and not someone genuinely looking to hurt you. it's his rationale for giving in to your immoral desires.

you pull away from your mess with a sharp inhale, your jaw trembling as you sit up and give mike an eager, spit-slick smile. your eyes are even more distant than before, and it's almost like you’ve checked out. mike can see all the brashness and attitude you give him on the regular is gone, currently replaced with servitude and the intent to please, nothing less.

"wanna feel you ruin my throat, mike," you rasp, grabbing his dick in your hand and stroking at the soft skin, suckling on his tip as you flash him the hunger you feel inside through a grin. "please."

he's silent, having a quarrel with himself as he takes in your blank, mindless expression. it’s so wrong of him, but you look so pretty like this, and he reaches out to hold your cheek as you pout at him again.

"pleaseeeeee," you whine, tears nearly welling in your eyes. "want you to wreck me, use me however you wanttttt. gonna be your obedient, drunk little whore, do whatever you ask."

mike loses all resolve then, and demands you to drop to your knees in between his own. you're quick to assume the position, letting him put one hand on the back of your head and feed his dick into your throat.

"shouldn't like this," mike mutters, wrapping your hair up into a ponytail with both of his hands, watching you rub his dick over your face after slipping it from your mouth to spit on it. he almost can't take you like this, spacey and pliant and all his to destroy. so drunk and willing and--- "shouldn't let me take advantage of you like this."

your face is stained with tears and spit, streaks of dried liquid overlaying your burning cheeks and swollen lips. the neckline of your top is soaked too, saliva glistening on your chest.

"maybe i wanted it," you muse, winking leisurely as you wrap both of your slim hands around his base, smirking up at him. "maybeeeeeee i went and got plastered cause i knew you’d come get me if i called," you're feeding him into your mouth again, and without warning, mike is holding your head stationary, shoving his hips up into your warm mouth while you gulp every time he hits the opening to your throat. of course you'd do something like this. your admittance makes mike feel a plethora of things, good, bad, ugly, but right now, all he's focused on is making you feel like the toy you wanted to be.

"you're a fucking slut, y/n," he hisses with gritted teeth, throwing his head back as he feels you open up for him, allowing him to raise his hips and sink further into you.

the muscles of your throat flutter around his length, and it makes his toes curl, tangling together in his socks. "only sluts go to a party to get drunk so they can be turned into pretty little fuckdolls later...like being fucking mindless for me, huh?"

"love it, mike," you whimper, laying your tongue flat so his dick can slip in and out of your mouth with less resistance. it's covered in thick spit, a droplet resting on the tip, and mike leans down to collect all of it in his own mouth with a sloppy, obscene kiss, before releasing it all over his pelvis with a groan.

it was a fucking mess, and he loved it. he knew you loved it like this too, and your enjoyment of the raunchiness is reflected in the way you patiently wait for him to plunge his dick in you, eyes twinkling with everything and nothing at the same time.

your hand is moving under your dress, fingers stroking along your sodden walls, but he doesn't care; not when your eyes are rolling back into your skull as his dick infiltrates your throat again, filling the room with a persistent gluckgluckgluck as he rhythmically slams your face into his base.

you're sure you'll have no voice after this, but fuck, will it be worth it. you're basking in every second of this, so happy you decided to go out tonight. you were unexperienced in some ways, but you knew how to get to people, or at least to mike. you could get him to do whatever you wanted under the guise of him being in control, and all it took was a bit of sweetening with your voice, a flutter of your eyelashes and a crooked, "innocent" smile for mike to be wound your finger, abusing your face in a way you shouldn’t have dreamt of. you're running out of breath, and your fingers dig into his thighs with the message, but he ignores you, gripping your hair so that your mouth gently snaps up around him every time he pulls his hips back. the sensation is godly, and mike's not sure if he deserves this really. you'd fallen so hard for him at one point, and he'd crushed your hope to be with him under his thumb, but now you're here, letting him have you like this despite those memories. he's lucky, for whatever force is keeping you in his orbit.

"letting me do this to you while you're fucked up...letting some older guy take your throat like you're just free use...you're not getting into heaven," you laugh around him, forming your mouth into a makeshift smile as he slowly slides you off of him, overstimulated by the ridges of your throat muscles clinging to him. he doesn't want to come on your face, not this time. he wants you to beg for him to come in you, for him to fill you until you're overflowing, leaking down your thighs while he gives you more and more and more and more...

"i know," you mewl, pretty face smeared with saliva and pre-come. "i'll be in hell with you. wouldn't have it any other way." mike sits up, thumbing at your bottom lip and hissing as you unhinge your jaw and suck the tip of it inside. your eyes are getting dimmer by the second, but you're still wanting everything mike can give you.

he won't stop until you say so, and he strangely finds himself buzzing with lust at the thought of you bossing him around for his pleasure and yours. how had you gotten in his head like this?

"go in my room and strip, baby. sit in the middle of the bed and don't move." you're on your feet in a flash, clumsily dashing down the short hall without a look back.

it gives him time to get some towels, a washcloth to clean your face up, some lube, and grab waters for the both of you, thinking about all the ways he's gonna contort you. he might even make you watch in the mirror, make you take in your glassy eyes and lack of autonomy, the way you're letting him, your brother's best friend, have you in such an obscene way.

he cracks the door open with all the items in hand, and scoffs when he sees you naked, but stretched out on the bed, mouth hanging open with soft snores.

he walks over to the edge, dropping the things he's holding onto the comforter and shaking your shoulder softly. "baby," you lurch awake, murmuring "huh?".

you blink the bleariness out of your eyes as he uses one of the towels he brought to wipe off his drenched groin, and he smirks at you. you two are done for the night, and that's fine with him. something about your small figure, safely sprawled against his sheets has him seeing hearts and stars and rainbows and everything else he's tried so hard to push away.

when he's dry, ditching his shirt and boxers, he leans against his headboard, cradling you in his arms and lap as he begins using the washcloth to wipe at the dried spittle on your face. "here," he announces, cracking open a water bottle and bringing it to your lips, tilting it so you're able to get some water between them without much effort.

you swallow the sips he gives softly, wrapping your arms around his neck again. you loved being skin to skin with him, and right now, you felt tranquility.

this is but a fraction of that 100% he wanted to give, you think. something has changed in him, and now he wants to show you care. he still wants you to need him, need him to keep you protected from the world outside while he corrupts you in his own. you want that, too.

"mmmmmmm, you're so boyfriend," you muse, placing pecks on his collarbones as he continues cleaning you up. he's able to maintain a pokerface towards you, wiping at your cheeks with passive strokes, but inside, he feels nothing but chaos. why does he like hearing you call him boyfriend, like having you in his arms like this? why did it all seem to fill a hole in his heart, one he always thought would stay a cavity?

"really do love you, mike," you add, staring at him full on now. you might as well be sober, with your attentive, doe-like eyes. "tried hard not to, but i do."

you've broken him down, so easily, and somehow, he's giving into you with a deep, irrevocable sigh. he has nothing else to do but finally accept the truth.

"me too, y/n. me too."

this was rough for me to write because my brain just couldn't work properly, so i hope it's not the dogshit i think it is lmao hope this satisfies you anon!

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[makeyoumine69]

Hello dear! Can I ask for the 2k follower celebration: rough anal written in Patrick's pov with degradation kink? Prettyyy please, I love your fics so much!!!😭✨✨✨

Spread It Out

PAIRING: Dom!Patrick Bateman x Sub!Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Bateman dominates what's his, and what's his… is you… see what happens inside Patrick's head when he fucks you silly.

CONTAINS: Smut, anal sex, vaginal fingering, degradation kink, dirty talk, pet names, creampie, Patrick Bateman's POV.

WORDS: Less than 1k

A/N: I can see so many anal lovers in my ask box! Sorry for the long wait, writing Patrick's POV is always a rollercoaster, but I hope you like it!🤞

LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [2k CELEBRATION MASTERLIST]

My slutty little plaything, my little porcelain doll.

I wonder how humiliating it was for you to be dicked down by your boss. I wanted you to answer me, but you never seemed to let me have such a pleasure. So, I'd have my pleasure in another way — you, moaning and lying flat on your belly beneath me, all splayed out and wet for me. My king-size bed creaked miserable from my rough pounding. 

"Sir!" you moaned and grabbed my hips. "Mmhhmm... Please, finger my pussy... p-please! I want you to use both of my holes..."

Mesmerized, I watched as you arched your back and bit the pillow from the way my fat cock was stretching your tight ass. "Oh, honey, you are such a fucking glutton for punishment, aren't you?" I sneered, my hands gripping your hips with an iron grip, driving my swollen cock deep into your throbbing, tight ass. "You want it rough, don't you?" I reached under your writhing form with my free hand, my fingers tracing the wet, eager folds of your pussy. I slid a finger inside, curling it to find the sweet spot that would make your body tremble even more, "You're so fucking tight, it's like you were made to be fucked by me." I exhaled, enjoying the play of agony and ecstasy dancing across your expressive features.

“A-awww, I…I can f-feel you…in m-my belly...” Your cries and moans are like a symphony to my twisted senses, only urging me on.

Adding another finger, I pumped mercilessly, marveling at the slickness that met my touch. "Look at you, dripping like a fucking whore in heat," I growled, finding a cruel rhythm as I alternately thrust my fingers and then my cock, each movement deeper, harder, more degrading than the last.

I could feel you stretching, accommodating me, your tightness clenching around me in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sight of your back arching, the way you desperately bit down on the covers, it's all too fucking irresistible, intensifying the savage thrusts I delivered. I could care less about the tears that wet your lashes or the ache that echoed in your cries; all that mattered was the intoxicating feeling of your body yielding to mine, the raw, carnal pleasure that pulsed through me with each thrust. I was going to take whatever I wanted from you, and you were going to fucking take it. All of it.

Whimpering pathetically, you crumpled the sheets and turned to glance at my flushed face. The cruel attack on both of your holes left you no choice but to cry in pleasure and pain. "You...you’re so big…that it hurts! Mmmhmm, please!" You whimpered and bit your lower lip, giving me your most innocent stare which set me on fire.

My hands roam over you with a harsh possessiveness, the sensation of your tight heat nearly driving me out of my mind. Your cries and pleas, they're music to my ears — a chorus of desperation as you're split open on my girth.

"Please, what?" I sneered, my thrusts relentless and unforgiving. "You're not asking to stop, are you? No, you can take it. You'll take it all because you have to, because I fucking want you to!" I leaned over you, my hand still working your clit, rough and demanding, my breath hot on your skin. "It hurts, huh? But it's a good hurt, isn't it? The kind that you'll dream about, that you'll beg for... the kind that reminds you of who you belong to!" Every part of me reveled in the control, in the dominance I wielded over you. Watching you twist beneath me, destroyed by pleasure and pain, it's the ultimate aphrodisiac. "You say you want me," I rasped into your ear, "but words are cheap. Show me. Push back, meet my thrusts, take me like the devoted little whore you are. Do it... now!"

And as you obey, as you began to move against me, it was clear you were mine, body and soul. Every sob, every gasp, every shudder under my touch cemented my hold over you. In this moment, as I took you, as I broke you down and remade you, I was the entirety of your universe — your merciless lover, your unyielding fixture of dominance. My orgasm built at the base of my spine — a dark, foreboding pressure that indicated the nearing of a savage release. And when it washed over me, I flooded you, my seed hot inside your plundered ass. It was a mark, a claim more potent than any whispered confession of love. I was marking you from the inside out — irrevocably, brutally, completely.

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[nickfowlerrr]

here is the masterlist for the seven writing event.

all submissions will be linked below.

a huge thank you to everyone who has gotten or plans to get involved with this little event. i’m having a great time working on my own posts and even more, am looking forward to continuing reading and going through all of yours. so thank you, thank you, thank you! 🩵

if you’ve posted your work already and don’t see your submission(s) here, please message me.

to the lovely readers: if you enjoy any of the work listed below, please take the time to leave a comment on them and reblog the posts. it really helps with engagement and can be very motivating, and just so meaningful, to the authors and creators. we all appreciate you so much for diving into our little fantasy worlds with us and interacting with what we share in this community. thank you. 🖤

deadline for submitting: november 14, 2023

last updated: november 17, 2023

Fics

Envy

If I Can’t Have Everything, Then Let Me Just Have You - (andy barber x reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Don’t Blame Me - (bucky barnes x reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Greed

for the hope of it all - (lee bodecker x curvy!reader) - @nickfowlerrr

a bird in a cage - (dark!august walker x reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Kindness

Weight of My Love - (wanda maximoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Lust

everything I want… - (bucky barnes x plus size!reader) - @thornsnvultures

All Good Girls Go To Heaven - (mafia!bucky barnes x OC) - @sebstan2020

idle hands are the devil’s playthings - (demon!steve kemp x reader) - @filthycagedsoul

Patience

Please Say, Please - (bucky barnes x reader) - @angelltheninth

Pride

Let All Light Go - (dark!alpha steve rogers x omega!reader and alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

pride - (lee bodecker x wife!reader) - @thornsnvultures

Pride Goeth Before The Fall - (royal!au nick fowler x reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Wrath

Starring Role - (dark!natasha romanoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Welcome Home, Daddy - (winter soldier/bucky x pregnant!reader) - @winterarmyy

When You Fall on Me Like Night - (alpha!bucky x omega!reader and dark alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Moodboards

Envy

bucky barnes moodboard - @nickfowlerrr

Greed

lee bodecker and max burnett - /nickfowlerrr

Pride

lloyd hansen moodboard - /nickfowlerrr

Wrath

andy barber and nick fowler - /nickfowlerrr

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[space-man2]

July Update

Another month and another batch of male-to-male body swaps, possessions, transformations, and other means of taking someone else’s body for control. I am pleased to say that it has been a productive month like the last with the addition of 35+ shorts and stories. Stories on Discord now total 110 unique and tantalizing tales of possessing family members, growing groins, stopping time, and showing off your borrowed body to your officemates. As stated before, most of last month’s stories have a general theme based on the winning vote from my star subscribers. And it’s Father-to-Son Possession! Fathers experienced youth in the body of their brethren, some consensual while many were done in force. Read these tales in the following shorts and stories.  

🔒🔞 What Did You Do To Him? A son watches as both his father used his body to fulfill their sexual needs. #Possession #Caucasian #Father-to-Son #Stories

✅ What They Want [Possession]

✅ Stop Complaining [Possession]

✅ My Father's Plaything [Possession]

🔒🔞 Locked and Dripping Wet [Possession]

🔒🔞 I thought it was a Prank [Possession]

🔒🔞 It Has to Go Somewhere [Possession]

🔒🔞 Intense [Body Swap]

🔒🔞 Daddy's Obedient Boy [Body Swap]

Take Your Son to Work Day Anthology

Take Your Son to Work Day is a national event encouraging fathers to bring their sons to work. The goal was to help sons learn about their father's jobs and expose them to different career options. That was the original goal decades ago. The invention of various technologies that let other people take control of the body of other people placed a different spin on this national event. The national event of workplace learning experience turned into a bragging event among fathers. They measured dicks, muscles, brawn, and superiority. For a day, the hierarchy in the workplace was meaningless. Let us follow several stories regarding this monumental occasion.

🔒🔞 Are You Ready? [Possession]

🔒🔞 Boss [Possession]

🔒🔞 What Dad Left [Possession]

🔒🔞 This is Going to Suck [Possession]

✅ The Caveat of Being Gay [Body Suit]

✅ Where am I? [Possession]

Other Stories

🔒🔞 Dick Pump “What do you mean they’re in there?” I asked, pointing at the white, sloppy juice in a canister connected to a dick pump larger than our dicks. As Jimmy used the device, I was the first witness to the transformation that would ensue. #Transformation #Brothers #Muscle Growth #Dick Growth #Caucasian #Stories

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JESUS H CHRIST that last warprize hob ask. MY GOD I am going feral. That is the stuff, that is my jam okay, that's what I'm talking about. Dream being a sadistic bastard of a king, YES PLEASE.

I love imagining Hob in tears and begging, this is uncharted territory for him. He's Hob Gadling, roguish charming mercenary for hire, who's always been able to talk himself out of trouble. He's always been the one to take care of his partners, but now. Now, he's been reduced to a plaything, dressed in skimpy fabrics, decorated with piercings designed to enhance his sensitivity to a 100, body changed to be better suited for pleasure, his and that of his king.

Oh how he struggled against his bonds at first, all the escape attempts when he managed to recover his mental faculties enough to be aware of his situation. The punishments he wrought were absolutely brutal, he always ended up a pleading, bleeding mess begging for forgiveness on all fours.

I'm drooling at the thought of a permanent change, like the piercings (body part of your choice) OR maybe a womb tattoo. OH my god, let me bring that up real quick. Maybe the aphrodisiac candies aren't enough to keep Hob in line anymore, and so Dream needed to find a way to keep him docile, on a more permanent basis. Muwahahahahaahha

Cue Hob in restraints, gagged and bound to a table. And he's bawling his eyes out as he realized what's happening, crying out no no no please no please I'll do anything, though it is muffled. And Dream is there obviously, getting off at the sight of Hob's big pleading brown eyes, but he needs to focus on the ritual now. And once it's all over, he'll make sure to kiss all of Hob's tears away, as an apology. And who knows, perhaps a pregnancy or two might distract Hob for the foreseeable future.

I'm sorry, that last line was an excuse for Dream to put Hob in a mating press position. I'm so sorry.

I pray and hope someone writes the full fic. As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

-Love Yan Anon <3

Ajajdjfjggk here's a link to that other sadistic bastard dream ask <3

Magic womb tattoo tho? Magic womb tattoo <33

Hob is on his back, legs spread, and Dream is looming over him like... Well, like a nightmare. Hob has his mouth full of a leather gag and he's writhing, biting, straining against the cuffs keeping him down. When Dream starts working on him, it's agony. The magic seeps into his blood and it hurts so much... but Dream is whispering to him sweetly, telling him how brave he is and how it's all going to be OK. Hob is so strong, he's going to survive and thrive and be Dream’s good little pet. Doesn't he want to be good? He knows how hard it is for Hob to behave, but Dream’s going to make it so much easier for him. He'll be so much happier when he's calm and behaving properly.

The tattoo is of course visible for everyone to see on the outside. It curls around Hob’s lower belly, reaching down between his legs. He's not allowed to wear anything that covers up the tattoo now, so it's constantly on show. Under the skin, there's a lovely womb ready and waiting to take the king’s seed.

Hob wants to rebel, of course. His personality hasn't changed. But his blood is full of magic now, and it compels him to be good. There are moments when he misbehaves - Dream is always rather amused by his pets bad behaviour, and he enjoys the opportunity to spank Hob’s arse raw - but mostly, Hob is... docile. Sweet. Devastatingly horny, too, constantly crawling between Dream’s legs and mewling sweetly to be fucked.

Dream has a mating bench specially made for his pet, as a gift for how well he did with the ritual. Hob is gently strapped into place on the rich, comfortable leather. His legs spread open, his blood pounding through his veins with the knowledge that he’s going to be fucked and bred. He knows that he won't be allowed up again until Dream is convinced that he's pregnant - he's in for the long haul.

A week ago, the idea of his belly swelling with the king’s child would make him shudder. Now... he gazes down at the ink on his skin that claims him as Dream’s possession, his object, his thing. And to his horror and mild disgust, he finds himself looking forward to the future.

#yan anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw noncon #cw pregnancy #cw breeding

[inkyquince]

"Without further ado, let the annual hunt begin!"- Mayor Quinn, 2022

STATUS: Open!

Omegas have become increasingly rare in England, and small towns are hit the hardest, with decreased birth rates overall. Oh woe, whatever shall they do?

Mayor Quinn of one infamous town has an idea. Benefits the important people and the important establishments in town, and that's their bread and butter after all.

The well trusted caretaker can look after the town's hoarded omegas, collected from different places, and once a year, the hunt is held, a night long race for the town's most important alphas and betas to each claim an omega, its only fair after all. From plaything, to being forced into work for their establishment, once that omega is theirs, they are allowed to do whatever they wish with it.

Good news for some, Quinn does turn a blind eye to any rapscallions that sneak into the hunt, after all, they would never tear a bonded pair apart like that! What sort of monster do you think they are?

Bad news for you, the day of the hunt is finally upon you and your peers. Kept in cages until dusk, you could hear the excited chatter of the alphas and betas just out the door, kept away from the terrified scent of the poor little omegas.

You are assured that if you get through till dawn without being claimed, you are let free for another year.

But just when you have that little glimmer of hope, you are all sprayed down with strange chemicals that kick start your heat. Without even a second to gather yourself, head dizzy and legs unsteady, the cages are opened and the forest looms ahead.

You have a three minute head start. Better start running before someone catches up to you. Good luck.

Hello and welcome FBI's most and least wanted, to Inky's first hosted collaboration for Degrees of Lewdity!

We already have some of the highly esteemed scribblers of our fandom on board for writing for the large plethora of ladies, gentlemen, interesting miscellanea and degenerates of our favorite game. As of the 20th of June, the event is open to join and submit your entry, just message me with the character you want to write for, and your blog name, and I shall link your work!

The event doesn't have a solid closing, but want people to feel free to always add, and not be stressed about turning it in!

Shall also be posted to AO3, you can find the collection here!

♡ Rules of the Hunt ♡

Gender Neutrality is encouraged for fairness, but its truly up to you.

Multiple authors writing for the same character is more than okay.

Make sure to tag your work for anything triggering.

This is a NSFW collab so to join, please have your age clearly in the bio!

We do want to avoid snuff, scat and ANYTHING underage, but everything else is fine, as long as you tag.

Entities of Interest

➳@angelgoeslewd • Whitney

➳@angrelysimpping • Wren

➳@cloudsmooch • Bailey

➳@crookedkryptonitebeliever • Eden

➳@fauxyandere • Robin

➳@hopefully-hellbound • Briar • Veteran Guard

➳@inkyquince • Jordan + Sydney • Prison Guards

➳@letstalktea • Niki • Leighton

➳@love-toxin • Harper

➳@monstrousvoice • Avery

➳@myhereditament • Bailey

➳@necromantix • Leighton

➳@necroticguts • Black Dog

➳@prey-and-predator • Gwylan

➳@tinypixl • Remy

➳@twisted-alte • Kylar

➳@undead-merman • Harper • Landry

➳@whoreforbailey • Alex • Sirris

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[cowardly--throwaway]

A Well-Placed Gift Chapter 1

What if Titania sent Nuala to Hob instead of Dream? In 1461?

Rated: Explicit ***WARNING: NON-CON, FUCKED-UP MANIPULATIVE POWER DYNAMICS/FORCED RELATIONSHIPS!*** Ao3 link

"My queen! I—" Nuala looked around for anyone — anyone else — to object to the ridiculous order. Anyone who might have the right, strength, or pure stupidity to question the faerie queen.

But the revel was was as raucous as ever, drawing everyone's attention with drink and dance and the usual debaucheries. Cluracan was laughing, petting another half naked courtier, and already looked too drunk to bother with any political intrigue (that is, any political intrigue that wasn't made up of laughing, petting, and drinking.) Even King Oberon, who might have preferred to keep Nuala close, had been drawn into a spirited reel.

"Would you prefer to abide in the Dreaming?" Queen Titania asked. "To be a plaything for Lord Morpheus and his nightmares? Hmmm…" She put a finger to her chin in mock thought. "You, installed at the Dream King's side to learn his current mind and moods? Divining his machinations for me, so that I might approach him in one of his softer moods when he is more… receptive — needy even? Perhaps he'd sweep you into the darkness to carry with him wherever he goes. A little fae spark at the very heart of his being. Oh yes, perhaps that would be the better choice!"

"My queen, please!" Panic constricted Nuala's throat. She was used to being used in the way that all the courtiers were used like toys for the machinations of the few. The court of Faerie was one big game of power, controlled only by the king and queen and those few brash and powerful enough to  demand their own role. (And even those, Nuala had often suspected, were no more than naive tools of greater strategy.) Still, the thought of being cast out of Faerie and into the vast games of the Endless — to the land of the Nightmare King no less — made Nuala cold with dread. Anything would be better than that! "I did not mean to question your judgement," she stammered, desperately trying to reel back her objections. "I-I am sure your plans were… perfect as they were."

"Hm." Queen Titania's mouth quirked in the tiniest smile — it would have looked victorious, except there was no victory where she could simply order everything to her will. Her eyes remained narrowed in displeasure; Nuala was certain the queen wouldn't forget that second of resistance, and her heart pounded hard all the way up to the points of her ears as the queen echoed, "Perfect?"

Nuala swallowed against the fear in her throat. She bowed her head docilely, and let her glamoured yellow curls fall forward to hide the anger in her eyes. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Wonderful! No time to waste, then." The queen clapped her hands and turned to sweep out of the revel, not even bothering to check that Nuala was hurrying after. "I am glad for your enthusiasm. You'll do a fine job of diverting Hob Gadling's attentions."

"Yes, my queen."

Nuala stumbled slightly as she hurried after the the queen who was leading her through a tangled and twilit patch of the forest toward the point where the mortal world and Faerie had not yet pulled apart entirely.

"Even in the long living memory of the fae, the Dream King has never taken much interest in mortals — not in the waking world," the queen mused. "The old rumors tell of such disaster — oh that might be fun! Nevertheless…" She sighed as though truly lamenting a lost opportunity for catastrophe. "I will not have some muddy mortal seducing the king of the Dreaming!"

Nuala just listened. She, too, had heard old tales of those who tangled too closely with the Endless. She knew she should feel relieved that she wasn't actually being sent to Lord Morpheus. But it was hard to feel so when she was being sent to the muddy mortal who, apparently, was actually brash enough to seek the Dream King's attentions. What sort of man would dare such a thing?

"Our people may no longer be able to stand that world," Titania went on, "but I will certainly not have the Endless' machinations running wild there. I cannot imagine why Morpheus would lower himself to the interests of a mortal at this time."

"Is the man a magician?" Nuala asked. "Or perhaps has he made some bargain with one of their devils?"

"I know not. The rumors are mere shreds, and mostly consist of speculations about the coldness of Morpheus's bed. You must take extreme care. This is the work of that older sister of his, I am sure. And the others may well be involved, too."

Streaming sunlight was beginning to break into the twilit woods. The ancient, tangled greenery had yielded to gentler, younger trees and undergrowth and soft grass. 

The queen's steps slowed.

"My queen…" Nuala struggled to keep the challenge out of her voice. "What if Hob Gadling does not like me?"

Queen Titania laughed heartily. "He is a greedy, grasping creature by all accounts. And you are a tempting morsel. And it is your task to ensure you draw his eye." Her amusement yielded to an iron stern glance. "You will use whatever temptations, magical or otherwise, to draw him to you and keep his attentions."

"For how long?" Nuala asked quietly.

The queen gave a lazy shrug. "For so long as he remains entangled with the Lord of Dreams. If the whispers hold any truth, he may be immortal."

Immortal!

Nuala had to bite down on her lip to stop from protesting. She hadn't wanted the task even when she thought it was only for the short span of a mortal life — at most, they blinked out in a few decades. But to be sent to an undying man! Nuala wracked her mind trying to think of what she'd done to draw the queen's ire. Perhaps this was a vicarious punishment for Cluracan, who'd certainly bungled more than one of his responsibilities to the realm. But more likely, Nuala thought despondently, she wasn't even interesting enough to punish; rather, she was just there, a piece with no other particular purpose in the game and that might as well be used to make this play. 

Still, arguing would do no good. From long experience watching the machinations of the faerie court play out, she knew that even if the queen relented, she would only find another, worse task for Nuala to do. If she defied the queen, then she would be punished.

Queen Titania was eyeing her critically. Suddenly she reached up to a gold chain around her own neck. She removed it — together with the three sparkling stones that dangled there — and clasped it around Nuala's neck. "Here. I will give you this to help you get started."

"Thank you, my queen," Nuala said, feeling at once stunned and deeply fearful of this spontaneous gift.

"Yes, yes." The queen stood back, regarding Nuala thoughtfully. "That should help draw him in, given his supposed… proclivities. This, too, perhaps." She removed a small, bright broach from her gown. Then as she swept away from Nuala, she tossed it down the path where it glittered in a patch of dry leaves. "A breadcrumb of sorts!"

And then without another word, she faded back into the tangled, twilit woods.

#Fucked up stories that probably shouldn't exist — a.k.a. My Fanfic #hob gadling #nuala of the faerie #immortal sandflower #dream of the endless #More fucked up stories that probably shouldn't be in my head but are there and I need to get them out sorry #sandman #nsft #fanfiction

[messysketchyobeyme]

Pens and Paper

Lucifer x Gender-Neutral Reader

Fluff

Summary: When Lucifer arrived back at his office with the darkest shadow coffee a demon could make, he was less than pleased to see a certain, mischievous human sitting in his desk chair. He was even more displeased when he found himself sitting in that exact human's lap a few minutes later.

Word Count:  2545

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Lucifer had only been out of his office for five minutes to make himself a cup of coffee. Five minutes. He had been running himself ragged earlier signing document after document in the dead of the night. It was only after he had to disapprove of a proposal to establish a Human Delicacies Club at RAD (as in, delicacies made out of humans, not human-made delicacies) that Lucifer had decided to take a short break to clear his head.

When he arrived back at his office with the darkest shadow coffee a demon could make, he was less than pleased to see a certain, mischievous human sitting in his desk chair. You slowly swiveled left and right as you thumbed through all of his important, important papers. Lucifer's pen, his favorite, was stuck casually behind your ear while you hummed a quiet, meaningless tune.

Lucifer scowled, “What do you think you're doing?” He stood near the door, waiting for you to realize your mistake and get up with an imaginary tail between your legs. Obviously, Lucifer had no intention of letting you leave the room entirely. He wanted you to stay and keep him company while he worked. He just didn't want you to barge in and sit in his chair unannounced. As embarrassing as it was to admit out loud, your presence alone was far more rejuvenating than any sort of coffee. Though, he had to instill at least a little discipline before letting you in on such a fact, lest you think that he was rewarding you for such behavior.

At the sound of his voice, you glanced up and smiled momentarily before going back to trifling with all of his forms, “Hey, Lucifer. What’s up?” You plucked a single page from the stack you were holding and set it flat on the desk. Then, you started to fold and crease it while still humming that same, silly song.

One of his eyes twitched as his lips pressed into a thin line, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I could say the same.”

You threw the folded paper into the air, and it soared across the room. You had made a paper airplane out of his documents. The same ones that Diavolo had given him for student council duties. Lucifer scoffed and snatched the paper plane mid-flight. He cringed as whatever document crinkled under his grip with a loud crunch. He quickly unfurled the page, silently hoping that you had the foresight to choose one of his less important papers to turn into your plaything. In swift, messily written ink marks, the text read:

Made you look! ;)

Lucifer looked up to see your smirking face resting smugly on the back of your wrist. He balled up your little note into his fist. With long strides, Lucifer rushed over to his desk. “Get up. I don’t have time to mess around,” his voice was low and threatened to spill venom.

“No.”

He raised his eyebrows in a mocking expression. “No?” he repeated.

“Yeah, you heard me,” you pulled his pen from behind your ear and tapped it against his desk, “It’s late. I’m not getting up.” You grabbed another (blank) page and began doodling random swirls.

Lucifer’s face softened when he realized what you were trying to do. “I have a lot of work for the student council due tomorrow,” his tone was now a gentle whisper, “I’m sorry, but I need to finish tonight.”

You shrugged, “Too bad. You can talk to Diavolo if you want; he’d probably understand. Either way, I’m not moving.” To emphasize your point, you sat back in his chair and hooked your feet behind the legs. You placed the pen back to where it was previously and stuffed your hands underneath your knees.

“I suppose I don’t have a choice, then, do I?” Lucifer curled his lips upward and his eyebrows furled. With a small flourish, Lucifer turned and planted himself squarely in your lap.

You stiffened in response, but Lucifer’s ultimate plan to embarrass you failed. His own cheeks grew hot when your arms began to slowly wrap themselves around his waist. Lucifer’s breath hitched as you squished your cheek in between his shoulder blades.

“What are you waiting for?” He felt his very skin rumble when you let out a tiny laugh, “Go on. Get back to work.”

Lucifer brought his fist up to his mouth to smother a sudden cough, “Yes, yes, of course.” He carefully repositioned himself on your lap, and you were polite enough to scooch the chair closer to his desk. He sipped the cup of coffee before setting it down.

He began to reorganize the, admittedly slight, mess you made of his documents. Lucifer gathered up the two papers you lovingly wrote on and threw them in a random drawer. He would just have to get to that later.

“What’re you drinking?” you asked, peering from around him.

Lucifer answered simply, “Shadow coffee.”

“Can I have a taste?”

He quietly nodded and handed you the mug. Lucifer had to crane his neck to observe the shape of your lips pursed around the rim as you took a sip. He wasn’t sure if you had done it on purpose, but you had chosen to drink from the same place he had. Lucifer recalled how Leviathan had been raving about something called ‘an indirect kiss’ a couple of nights ago during dinner. Like always, he had ignored the idiotic rants from his younger brother, but now…Lucifer wasn’t exactly certain why his heart skipped a beat.

If you had disliked the shadow coffee, you didn’t let it show on your face. In fact, your expression remained neutral as you gave the mug back to Lucifer. His chuckle was muffled into the drink as he took another sip (from a different part of the rim). “Did you like it?” He lightly teased. He was more than aware of how bitter he liked his coffee.

“Eh.”

He laughed again as he put the mug away. Afterward, Lucifer grabbed the stack of already signed forms and tapped them against the wood of his desk to straighten them out. Setting them aside, he picked up the first unsigned page from the untouched pile on the left.

Silently holding his hand out, Lucifer waited patiently for you to give him something that was rightfully his. When you tilted your head to the side, he clarified, “The pen. May I have it?”

“Oh, right,” you said. With a flick of your wrist, you grabbed the pen from where it was lodged behind your ear. Instead of giving it to him right away, you chose to twirl it in between your fingers. “Do you remember when I gave you this pen?” you seemed more enthralled with the writing utensil than with the demon you were asking.

Of course, Lucifer did. After all, there was a reason why that pen in particular was his favorite. He could remember the day you had given it to him clearly. You had arrived back at the House of Lamentation from a random shopping trip and entered his office without knocking (not that he ever minded). Lucifer was immediately suspicious of the way you held your hands behind your back, and he knew that you knew that he knew. Still, both of you played the classic song and dance of ‘Guess what’s behind my back!’ and ‘What? What is it?’

You had put an end to that mystery by pulling out a black box topped with a pretty red bow. For the briefest of moments, Lucifer had thought you were going to propose to him. It was a ludicrous assumption, but not even the Avatar of Pride could deny the way his ears burned and exposed him. Despite that small mishap, Lucifer had been barely able to contain himself when he opened the box and revealed the pen within. It wasn’t the gift itself that had sent the feeling of warmth pooling around his chest, but rather the idea that you had gone out of your way to buy something specifically for him.

He had wondered how long it took you to get that pen. Did you mull over specific colors and styles, pondering on the perfect gift for him? Were you anxious about getting him the right type of pen, something that only he would enjoy? While you were shopping, had there ever been a moment where you thought about him and started to unconsciously smile as he did in regard to you every single day?

…Perhaps that last question should be shelved for later.

When you had first given him the pen, Lucifer had hidden it away safely within the confines of one of his desk drawers. He wanted to keep something as special as a gift from you in pristine condition and not waste it on frivolities such as signing random documents. After a few months had gone by, you had inquired about the pen, and Lucifer realized that you would rather have it be put to good use than none at all. It was indeed a practical gift, to be fair. However, he still only used the pen on special occasions or when he was tired and needed the extra emotional support that it had given him.

Lucifer jolted in his seat–your lap–when you pinched one of his sides. Before he could respond with an indignant shout of disapproval, you pointed the pen in his direction. “Aren’t you going to take it or keep staring at me like that?” You wiggled your eyebrows in amusement.

Lacking any sort of retort, he simply took the pen from your hands. He was going to thank you until you pulled him backward with his back fully pressed against your torso. His words died in his throat and what came out was a sputter of nonsense.

He pinched the area of his nose between his eyebrows, “I can’t believe I just made that sound.”

“I can!” you laughed brightly. Your arms laid around his stomach, and it took everything in Lucifer’s power not to turn bright red. Although he didn’t have a mirror, he knew that he already failed from how another string of chuckles bubbled in your throat, “Aw, no need to be so embarrassed, Lucifer. I thought it was cute.”

“Of course, you did,” he sighed. There wasn’t more he could do. He dug his grave, and now he had to lie in it. “Listen, I have to get back to work. I don’t need any more distractions, alright?”

“Okay, but promise that you’ll go to bed after?”

Underneath that impish exterior, you could be quite sweet. “Yes, I promise,” he said. You started to hum again and leaned your body back into the backrest. As a constant reminder of your presence, your arms still hung loosely around his torso.

Lucifer returned his attention back to his mountain of paperwork. As his eyes scanned over the words, he reached the end of the document before realizing that he hadn’t actually comprehended any of the text. Not wanting to reread the paper, Lucifer quickly glanced over the page. Something, something, a proposal for a new fountain in the courtyard? Eh, it wasn’t like RAD needed a new fountain. Lucifer signed his stamp of disapproval and placed the document on the finished pile. He picked up the next document and was determined to actually read it this time. This one was asking for a second kitchen to be added to the cafeteria to support a certain demon’s eating habits. Sure, Lucifer supposed that it was a fine solution to deal with the starving students who had the misfortune of trying to get lunch after Beelzebub had. He signed the document and put it away.

As he was sorting through the rest of his work (with the occasional sip from his coffee), Lucifer found his mind trailing back to the obvious predicament of how he was currently sitting in your lap. He pondered if you were keenly aware of every single one of his movements like he was with yours. At one point, you puffed out a breath of air out of boredom, and Lucifer went into a tizzy from the goosebumps that spread against the back of his neck. Usually, he found your presence to be relaxing, which helped him to focus on his work, but now he was way too focused on you and your lap to even think about anything else.

Surprisingly, Lucifer had managed to dwindle down the large stack on the left by at least half in the hour he had spent sitting in your lap. If he could continue at the same pace, then perhaps he would be able to finish his work before dawn. One of your legs twitched underneath him, and Lucifer knew that he wouldn’t be able to focus anymore. There were far too many…distractions for his taste. His gaze shifted languishingly back to the heap of papers, but it wasn’t like he was truly reading them, anyway.

Sighing, he dropped his pen on his desk and hid his face in his hands. Exhaustion bore heavily against the back of his eyes. If it weren’t for you keeping him on edge the entire time, he probably would have passed out by now.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as he vainly rubbed the sleep out of his eyelids.

Lucifer didn’t answer at first. Instead, he let himself rest for a second before sliding the palms of his hands up and into his hair. He brushed it back, before slightly hunching over. “Perhaps you are correct,” he admitted, referring to what you had said earlier. He grabbed his mug and downed the remaining lukewarm liquid, “I should call it a night.”

He had expected you to boast some witty response or tease him a little, but you just said, “Alright,” and hugged him. Lucifer indulged in his desires and leaned into the comfort of your embrace before standing up. You attempted to follow suit, but your legs started to wobble, which forced you back down. “Sorry, my legs fell asleep. Give me a second.” You started to massage your thighs.

“I can carry you to your room if you would like.”

Still focused on your legs, you stuck your tongue out, “You know that I’d hate that.”

“I know. I was simply joking,” Lucifer responded, but he would have picked you up if you had wanted. Something else was picking at his mind, though, “Say, how would you like to sleep in my room tonight?” Even though you had kept his company for over an hour, Lucifer found himself missing you already. He couldn’t bear to part with you, yet.

“Sure,” you said in such a nonchalant manner that it slightly disappointed him. A part of Lucifer wanted you to respond in a way that he constantly felt on the inside when speaking to you: flustered and ready to combust. You stood up and patted him on the back, “I’d like that very much.”

Your grin put him at ease, and he found himself unconsciously smiling back. As the two of you stepped out of his office, Lucifer couldn’t wait to be back in your arms once more.

#Obey Me #Obey Me Lucifer #Obey Me MC #Fanfic #Reader-Insert #Lucifer/Reader

[eaglesex]

my face is yours, my seething's yours

AO3 Link

Warning: Dubcon/noncon, sadism, unhealthy relationships, mentions of murder, general Ryan fuckery

“There you go! Much better, isn’t it? What do you think, Toph?”

Topher glances over, more out of duty than interest and shrugs. “Yeah, I think it’s alright.”

Ryan scoffs at that, playing up the hurt a little for the sake of drama. “'Alright'? You’ve got no taste, you know that?”

“Sure, whatever you say.” He isn’t going to argue with Ryan over something Ryan is so clearly pleased about. He’s expecting the same enthusiastic reply but honestly, Topher doesn’t care at all that Ryan found a new plaything.

It should be a relief – it is a relief. Ryan can focus his energy on picking someone else apart for a change.

Topher really doesn’t care.

“Mmmph!” Troy protests admist their bickering. He can’t make a lot of sound behind the duct tape and the rag in his mouth, but his wide eyes spilling tears down his cheeks are enough to convey his fear and discomfort.

Ryan crouches down beside him and Troy flinches, tries to wriggle backwards. With the awkward way he is crumpled on the floor, arms and legs tied together tightly, he can barely do much more than squirm.

“Awww…” Ryan grabs a handful of his hair and lifts him up, ignoring the muffled yelps of pain. “You’re so cute when you can’t run your big dumb mouth, you know that? You should learn to be more like Topher. He barely speaks unless spoken to.”

Topher shoots him an annoyed look but doesn’t come to his rescue. He knows better than to cross Ryan, especially when he gets into one of his...moods.

“Mmmmm-mmph!” Even while gagged Troy’s talkativity doesn’t lessen, he whines and whimpers like he’s trying to convey a message, one that is most likely, ‘hey get me out of here what are you doing stop hurting me please i just want to go home’, if Topher has to guess.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Ryan shakes his head, disappointed in the lack of immediate obedience and drops Troy again, letting him writhe on the ground as he stands. Without hesitation, he places his boot directly onto the bound man’s throat.

Topher finds himself watching with baited breath, now completely unable to focus on the tasks at hand.

Ryan holds himself comfortably in that position, relaxed and smirking casually while his foot pinned Troy in place. He knew exactly how much pressure to use without severely hurting him. It’s restraint Topher knows very well, when Ryan wants to draw out the fun for as long as possible. He loves breaking his toys but he is methodical about it, poking and prodding until they come slowly come undone.

He is beautiful, in a grotesque way, like fire is to a moth and Topher finds himself drawn to his cruel power involuntarily.

Troy continues to sob as he is held in place and it does nothing to earn him any sympathy from either game runners.

“He’s worse than Mikey, isn’t he? But far cuter, heh. I think we should keep this one, Toph.”

Topher pulls his gaze away from Troy and looks up, only to find Ryan’s already looking back at him. He cocks an eyebrow and Topher hurries to appease him.

“Yes- yeah, sure. What do you want to do with him? He doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere.”

“Well, I’m glad you asked. Come over here.” Ryan watches as he shuffles over and Topher hopes he doesn’t see the reluctance in his expression. It’s not like he’s squeamish. He helped run WOE.BEGONE after all. But something about this strikes Topher the wrong way. Maybe because Troy is not nearly as annoying and deserving of violence as Mike Walters.

He comes to stand awkwardly next to Ryan.

Ryan is grinning like a wolf in a sheep’s pen. “I taught you well, didn’t I?”

“Er...yes?”

“Okay, now how about you teach Troy something I taught you. See how well you internalized my training.”

Topher stared at him. A few seconds pass and he realizes Ryan isn’t going to take back his order.

“You want me to teach him...what?”

“I’m sure you can figure that out, Toph. Come oooon, don’t make me do all the hard work.” Ryan finally removed his foot from Troy’s neck and sat down on the couch. With the way he’s leaning back, legs spread comfortably and an arm splayed over the back of the couch, he looks completely at ease in comparison to the two men who are either staring awkwardly or crying in fear.

Ryan raises his chin at Topher, a silent demand to get on with it already.

All of this for time travel. Topher thinks he should’ve just applied for OVER instead. Or even as a Flinchite Boot.

He lets out a long suffering sigh and kneels down next to Troy. The bound man tries to scoot away to no avail. He stares up at Chris, begging with his eyes to let him go.

Maybe he does feel a bit bad for Troy. At least Ryan gave him the choice as to what trick he should teach Troy, instead of demanding he just hurts him right on the fly.

“Errr…” Topher takes a moment to think. Ryan has trained him to be more complacent, a good little soldier who obediently follows orders and doesn’t dare to question his genius. Usually his ‘training’ was getting killed by disgruntled players whenever he got too snippy with Ryan. On a few occasions, Ryan did get him in compromising positions and had his way with him.

Topher blushes. Wait, was Ryan expecting him to fuck Troy in front of him?

He glances over but Ryan doesn’t say anything else. He just watches, an amused smile playing on his lips. The sight of him so focused on Topher sends a pleased shiver down his spine. It gives him the push he needs to make a decision.

“I’m not gonna hurt you unless you make me, understand?” He says to Troy, his tone hardening. He can hear Ryan snort and it spurs him on further. “And I don’t want to hear another peep from you. If you speak without permission, you’ll regret it.”

Knowing what he knows about the security guard, that’s going to be nigh impossible, but it’s a good start.

He leans down and yanks the duct tape from Troy’s mouth, the strong adhesive leaving behind angry wet marks. Troy’s lucky enough to still be gagged with the sock they shoved down his throat as he cries out. Topher plucks it from his mouth, tossing it away in slight disgust. Ugh, he hates these things. He’s got bad memories, him and socks.

“Please let me go please please please-” Troy starts the second he’s caught his breath. Topher doesn’t hesitate. He backhands him harshly, sending him crumbling to the floor all over again.

In the corner of his eye, he can see Ryan shake his head.

“I thought the order was pretty clear.”

Troy whimpers but this time keeps his mouth shut.

Good boy lingers on the edge of Toph’s tongue. He doesn’t say it. Ryan doesn’t need to hear him say that, even if he thinks Troy would react far better to praise than he would to being smacked around. He does bury his hand into Troy’s hair, just holding him there as he would with a pup.

“Here, Toph. Catch.” Ryan’s holding an honest to god dog muzzle – when did he get that, wait how did he have that, was that meant for Topher at some point or did Ryan find a way to buy that before this whole thing got started? - and Topher is left holding it, a bit dumbfounded.

There’s an odd feeling in his gut. He’s not sure he likes it.

He looks back at Troy who is watching with wide eyes, trying to figure out when they’re going to hurt him again. The muzzle isn’t going to stop him from speaking but it’ll suit him nicely.

In a second it’s fastened to Troy’s head. It looks a bit ridiculous in an endearing way and coupled with the redness from the tape and the slowly growing bruise from where Topher had hit him. He can see the appeal.

“You don’t speak unless I tell you to, you hear?” He says to Troy, aiming for stern and landing somewhere between awkward and half hearted. He tries to imagine its Mikey instead, tries to channel his disgust and anger into aggression he could use to hurt Troy with. He doesn’t really want to hurt him as much as he wants Ryan to approve.

It’s all about Ryan, in the end.

He glowers at Troy, who nods meekly. If his arms were untied, Topher is certain he would’ve done the zipping-lips-and-throwing-away-the-key motion.

“Come on, Toph, you can do better than that.” Ryan calls in a playful heckle, winking in response to Topher shooting him a look. “Where’s the big scary guy I know is hiding in there? You didn’t go soft on me, did ya?”

“No, Ryan, I’m going slow.”

“Too slow if you ask me. D’you want me to remind you how its done?”

Topher looks down at Troy who frantically shakes his head. He’s already picked up on the fact that Ryan means more trouble for him.

Without thinking, Topher grabs Troy by the muzzle straps and pulls him off the ground, onto his knees. He looks down into the wide eyes of the security guard and his mind starts to drift, shutting out Ryan for a moment so he can think of what he wants.

“Are you any good with that mouth of yours?” He asks Troy.

Just as expected, Troy opens his mouth to speak, but he cuts himself off with a squeal when Topher yanks his head back by his hair.

“I’m sorry!” Troy cries, foolishly digging a deeper hole for himself. “I don’t know what you want from me!"

Topher doesn't realize Ryan got up to join him until he hears the sound of a gun hammer being cocked and sees the barrel pressed against Troy's temple, who stills immediately.

There's a moment of silence as all three look at each other.

"What?" Ryan asks, breaking the quiet first. "You're losing the plot, Topher. Thought I'd give you a hand."

"How exactly am I supposed to obey your order if you keep stepping in." Topher snaps back. He's suddenly feeling defensive and angry at Ryan for not trusting him to get this done.

Ryan is taking away his chance to impress him. Sure he didn't want to fuck with Troy originally but now he wants to prove what he can do, if only Ryan will have the courtesy to extend a little bit of trust.

Ryan is looking at him with pursed lips. Then he shrugs and takes away the gun, but he doesn't return to the couch. He stands there next to Troy, holding the weapon with his eyes trained on Topher.

One more chance. If he doesn't please Ryan now, Ryan will make sure to punish them both.

Topher is determined to get a good grade. He drops Troy back onto his knees and undoes his belt. His cock hasn't had the chance to harden between the jealousy he felt for Troy and the awkwardness of putting on a show for Ryan, but he suspects Troy's big mouth is useful for something other than blabbering, with the way that Troy watches him enraptured.

He goes to unclip the muzzle from around Troy's head but Ryan stops him with a, "Ah, hold on, Toph."

Topher pauses to watch as Ryan grips the front of the muzzle. With a click, the front unlatches and opens, allowing for an opening. It's big enough for Topher to be able to use it without scraping against the side of the plastic.

"...seriously, why do you have that."

Ryan shoots him a knowing smirk.

"Was that....did you plan this in advance?" Topher's face grows hot at the thought of Ryan looking at muzzles for one that not only have an opening up front but are big enough to let him face fuck their newest hostage with ease. Big enough for Ryan too. Again, Topher wonders if the muzzle was meant for him originally.

He imagines himself in Troy's place, bound tightly, staring up at a self satisfied Ryan unzipping his pants so he can force himself down Topher's throat. His cock hardens.

"You can examine it up close later." Ryan winks, sending a shiver down Topher's spine with the implication.

He tries to look less flustered as he grabs Troy by the muzzle straps on either side of his head and pulls him forward. Troy shuffles to meet him and he opens his mouth without any prompting to take all of Topher in, further and further and further until Topher hits the back of his throat.

"Fuck!"

Troy doesn't even flinch. He breathes heavily around the intrusion, nostrils flaring but then he swallows and any coherent thought evaporates out of Topher's mind. He starts thrusting forward mindlessly, only focused on his own pleasure. Ryan and the cabin disappears. All he cares about is the next thrust.

"Would you look at that, you are good at something." Ryan's voice cuts through the bliss. Topher struggles to regain his focus and look at what's going on. Ryan's hand is buried in Troy's hair, keeping him still for Topher while he mocks the bound guard.

"Mmmm!" Troy hums at Ryan in what sounds like agreement.

"Fuck-" Topher curses again. His fingers tighten in the straps of the muzzle and he pulls Troy close so he can fuck his mouth in earnest. Any mindfulness of being careful is long gone now, he needs more and he needs it right now. Ryan might as well not exist, not when there's a warm, eager, wet mouth around his cock, welcoming him down a tight throat.

He's not gonna last long. Topher moves one hand to bury it into Troy's hair, pulling at it until Troy opens his mouth wider for him. Just a few more thrusts and he'll be emptying himself down his willing throat – god he's so good, so obedient for Chris, taking in every inch of him even though he is being fucked with little to no grace.

Hot coils of pleasure begin to tighten inside of him, his muscles tensing and he is so close-

"Hold on there for a moment, Toph." Ryan's voice cuts through the haze and then he's feeling someone pull him away from the edge of climax.

"What!" Topher snaps, half a mind to shove Ryan away. He looks down at Troy, who is slowly pulling off Topher's cock with a dumb look on his face. His lips are swollen and red, and as they separate, a long string of saliva hangs between them. The image is so obscene Topher almost cums right there – if Ryan's grating interjections didn't demand his attention.

"You don't want to cum already, do you?"

"I very much do, Ryan!"

"No no no, where's the fun in that?" Ryan sneers as he eyes Topher, red faced, disheveled, harder than he's ever been before or at least it feels that way. He can't work up the energy to feel self conscious, only the growing urge to punch Ryan in the face.

"You didn't even train him to do anything. You told him to be quiet and then stuffed his mouth anyway, how's he supposed to learn from that?"

"I don't-" Topher swallows. "I really don't care about that right now."

"See, this is why you're always gonna be my bitch. No drive to climb to the top, you're happy to stay on the bottom as long as you get fed." Ryan kneels down next to Troy, a hand gripping the back of his neck in warning. "You're just like our little friend here, aren't you, Toph?"

Troy, still dazed, says nothing, just nods in agreement. He's more scared of Ryan than he is of Topher. Chris isn't sure if he feels indifferent or annoyed.

Ryan yanks the belt from Troy's pants in a quick movement and pulls them open so he can shove his hand inside. He looks pleased to find Troy hard and wanting, giving him a few quick experimental tugs.

Then he turns and grabs Topher's cock in his free hand. Topher lets out a startled moan and ruts up into the touch as the fading climb towards orgasm returns with a vengeance.

He sees Troy looking similarly overwhelmed by the sudden attention while Ryan looks on, unfazed except for the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He looks up at Topher and his gaze is intense, piercing through the fog. He doesn't have to say it. Topher can read it in his expression and without protest he lowers himself to his knees, across from Troy.

"There we go." Ryan says, pleased. Two grown men writhing pathetically underneath him as he plays with them like instruments. Exactly how he likes it.

Troy is noisy as expected, every inhale and exhale is followed by a needy whine and gasp, he strains against his rope to get closer to Ryan. There's no embarrassment or reserve as he wordlessly begs for more. Topher almost feels embarrassed for him and his lack of dignity, until he remembers all the times Ryan has managed to coax similar noises from him. His face flushes darker.

After all that earlier teasing, he's more worked up than Troy and he can feel his climax rapidly approaching.

"Ryan-" Topher chokes out, a warning he's close.

"First person to cum gets the muzzle." Ryan replies cheerfully and then, pointedly, gives Topher a firm stroke. He just grins obnoxiously as Topher curses him out.

"Sorry, Toph. Them's the rules."

"You just made that up, you fucking- ahh fuck, fuck Ryan!"

He tries to fight off his orgasm but Ryan knows how to play him like a fiddle, hitting all the right spots until he performs just the way Ryan wanted him to. It's not the first time he comes all over himself, pissed at Ryan, at himself and utterly humiliated. And it's one of the things that makes his orgasm stronger – or maybe he's just been conditioned into that fetish. At this point he doesn't know where he starts and Ryan's influence ends.

Topher finds himself on his hands and knees, panting as the cabin spins around him, Ryan's hand no longer around him. He can hear him talking to Troy but his ears are still ringing too much to make anything out.

A moment later, someone kneels next to him.

"How are you doin, Toph?"

"Ughh," He begins. "I've been-"

Something warm and plastic pushes itself against his mouth and he feels straps tighten around his head. He moves his head back indignantly, but the muzzle stays on. Ryan leans back, still grinning like a maniac.

"Ah ah ah. Dogs don't speak now, do they, right Troy?"

#woe.begone #ryanball #do not propagate #smut fic #ryan w.bg #topher evans #troy w.bg #takes place after 144

[finniestoncrane]

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arkham!scriddler/jealousy ok but what if i include his hands anyway because they make me 🤤 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: begging, teasing, exhibitionism, handjob requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

“And truly, you don’t dislike him for any other reason?”

Jonathan raised his eyebrows at Edward, his questioning gaze penetrating him across the table in the rec room they both sat at.

“No, it’s because he’s an idiot.”

“Not because he sat next to me at lunch.”

“Really, Jon. Do you think this is high school? Are you really that immature?”

“No. But I’m sure you are.”

“Edward threw down the paper crafts he was being forced to work on and narrowed his brows, gritting his bared teeth and trying to speak through them.

“There is no other reason for my distaste of your new friend other than the fact that he’s below my intellectual worth, much like the rest of you.”

“Perhaps you would benefit from talking about this further. I believe I could offer you some psychological assistance with your…difficult feelings.”

Edward shot back with his retort, snapping at Jonathan.

“I have no difficult feelings. I am beyond them. You are welcome to your little plaything. I am content to have you distracted for a while, not bothering me.”

“Fine.”

Jonathan stood up from the table, threatening to leave, although slowly enough that Edward had more than an adequate chance to ask him to stay, which he inevitably, and expectedly, did.

“No wait. Stay.”

A dry laugh from his throat, Jonathan bent down, leaning on the table and whispering into Edward’s ear.

“Beg me.”

“What?”

His reply was sharp, irritated, but hushed. Edward knew he was going to beg, but he didn’t want anyone to know he was going to admit the defeat.

“Beg me for it. Beg me to stay.”

“Please, Jon.”

“Pretty please, Edward?”

“Pretty please, Doctor Crane.”

Jonathan took up his seat again at the table, albeit closer to Edward this time. He laughed to himself as Edward resumed his little collage, reaching under the table and gripping tightly at the top of Edward’s thigh, the side of his hand grazing against his crotch.

“Jonathan!”

“Quiet, Edward. We can’t let them hear us, can we?”

Straining against his desire to whine, moan, Edward tried to focus on the paper in front of him, but the gentle rubbing, the soft cupping of his steadily stiffening cock, he dropped his tools and clenched his fists, resting them with a thud on the tabletop.

“I wouldn’t be doing this with my new friend, wouldI?”

“I…don’t know…a-are you…?”

“Of course not, Edward. So there’s no need to be so jealous.”

“Jon…”

“Edward?”

“You’re so…you’re such a…”

“Tease, Edward?”

With a soft whine, Jon’s lips whispering against his ear enough to push him over the edge, Edward came, a small damp stain appearing on the front of his jumpsuit, something he’d have to conceal on his way back to his cell. But he was grateful, relieved. Still jealous though.

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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Breakout Final: Part Eight||

Hi dears, hope your doing alright. This is the last or final chapter to The Breakout series. So, I hope you like and if you wanna read the other parts, I'll have a link for them down below.

~~~Chapters~~~

First Prison breakout: Ren & Garu/Karu (Part one)

Second Prison Breakout: Blade & Chuya (Part two)

First Prison Breakout Cont: Ren & Garu/Karu (NSFW Edition) (Part three)

Second Prison Breakout Cont: Blade & Chuya (NSFW Edition) (Part four)

Third Prison Breakout OVA Special: Ryunosuke & Matt (OVA Special)

Forth Prison Breakout: Kuya & Shinryu (Part five)

Fifth Prison Breakout: Quincy & Adrian(Alucard)(Part six)

Sixth Prison Break: Terry & Sai(Part seven)

((Your reading the Seventh breakout/part eight)) (Final)

~~Drabble Summary~~

It all comes down to the one more. The prisoner named Sai was running away from the Warden Terry. However, it seems that Terry caught Sai and he was out. However, now Rust being the last one was running from Davion. However, he ending up being caught. When catching him, he will be sure the blonde is punished. What will the punishment is? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Heavy NSFW is present

~Biting/marking will be present

~Dom and sub is present

~Overestimation will be present

~Swearing

((Guests in the drabble))

Rust Knight belongs to my friend @demon-blood-youths

Davion belongs to and is from the hit series: DOTA: Dragon's blood but he's also my muse due to me rping as him.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please. This is the final part so this will have the last pair for this series.))

"God damn it, let me go!!!" He shouted struggling in his binds in the warden's office. Rust knight didn't expect him to catch him and now he's trapped in Warden Davion's office. He was looking to him but he looked silent while showing a silent expression.

Everyone knew not to do anything when your in Davion and Terry's area in the prison house. Most of the prisoners that tried escaping tend to get double the punishment or just be locked up. After a bit, no one dared to try escaping it. Till now, Rust was trying to get away from the same warden. Warden Davion was after him since he and Sai split up.

He was doing everything in his power to get away from him but in the end, Rust got caught and now he's trapped in his office with a Davion who was thinking of how to punish him for trying to escape.

Davion knew Rust's history when he came here since he's also friends with the other prisoner that was trying to escape with him. He heard from Terry he was caught and that leaves him with a angry blonde Rust Knight. With a sigh, he closed his eyes but lowers the pen.

"Didn't you hear me? I said let me go or else I'll-"

"You'll what? I already caught you and your tied down against the wall. You can't do anything or if you try..you know what might happen." He looks to him but Rust glares at him while gritting his teeth. This asshole. Rust just looks down but he only got more annoyed.

"Like that will do anything. Your not that scary if your trying to be. Maybe you need to work on you threatening." he said but Davion looks quiet to sigh, standing up while moving from his chair. Rust said nothing but he tenses seeing him walk over to him. He sees him standing in front of him but looks to Rust. His brown eyes looks to his own but Rust tries to talk only to feel him grip his chin.

"Are you really trying to be some threat now? Even if your not as dangerous to me? You look more like a little plaything instead. Hmmmm.." He was examining Rust up close who was wincing a little from his grip, seeing he was struggling. He even saw Rust struggling but he keeps him where he was.

"Stop squirming or your punishment will be worse." He warns but Rust growls to glare at him.

"You don't fucking scare me. Either you let me go..or I'll just kick your ass!" He kicks him in the stomach hard seeing Davion stagger a bit as Rust tries to get free again but as he begins working on the rope to get his wrists free.

"YES!" He quickly goes ahead to rush to the door but a pair of hands grip his wrists to pull him away.

"NO!" He winces to feel the warden pull him back but he feels Rust kicking and struggling, seeing Davion lock the door to throw him on the couch while tying his wrists together in hand cuffs. Rust struggles but tenses seeing Davion grabbing his hair to force his head back.

"Your one stubborn prisoner but that's fine..if you want to keep pushing me..fine. I'll just punish you instead.." he said.

"Oh yeah!? And what are you going to do!? I'll just kick your ass when I get out. Your not scary to me!" he shouted but as he struggles, Davion lifts his head leaning in close. He thought he was going to punch him in the face but to Rust's shock....he kissed him.

His eyes widen in shock from the kiss but he tries to break it only to feel him hold him down on his back. He was strong Rust can admit that but he feels Davion break the kiss hearing Rust panting who was looking shocked.

"T..the hell? You....."

"You say you can withstand what I do to you hmm? Well.....since you want to behave so badly..." He sits up but he forces Rust to sit in his lap as his wrists were handcuffed behind his back. "I'll have to work on breaking you down....." he said but Rust tenses up not understanding but he looks to see him sit him up and kiss his lips again.

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"W..watch w..where your f..fucking t..touching m..me....stop touching m..me.." Rust hissed but Davion keeps a strong grip on him but was seeing him flushed. Davion had been touching and stroking Rust's body slowly, feeling his body shaking as the fingers rub against his nipples. His skin did have some bite marks but he was adding another one to lick against it with his hot tongue.

He winces from the touches but he was squirming in Davion's lap as he was trying to get used to the touches. However, he was already having him against him to see him squirming against his lap. Rust didn't get it but he was struggling only for Davion to hold him against his chest.

"Mffff...mmmmmmm..."

"Are you going to behave now? Or do I need to make this worse?" he asked but Rust struggles to feel him slip his hand down but he twitched feeling him stroking him slowly to even lower and kiss his neck.

"W..where are you touching!? Stop t..that..." he growls but Davion keeps him still, pumping him but Rust winces trying to ignore his hand. It was hot but he was shaking. Davion kept touching him but he felt some slickness forming that Rust's eyes widen feeling he was looking down panting. He was hard!? How! He twitched feeling it getting slick but he was shaking not believing this.

"Well, at least you react as normal. Your wet down here....." he whispered into Rust's ear but he only looks away blushing red but he feels him pumping his hand more and more but he keeps Rust against him.

He panted feeling his hand pumping faster and squeezing that Rust groans squirming against him but he was only grinding into his lap that Davion kept teasing and touching him.

'No way, he can't be doing t..this hhaaa why does it feel this hot? Why is it hot!? It feels..we...weird...' he panted but said this in his head that he twitches feeling him going faster as he cries out.

"St..stop stop..hhaaaa stop s..something i..is....hhaaaa.." He warns him but he was held still pumping his length. Rust leans forward but he tries to ignore it but Davion didn't stop.

"Oh no you don't. You think you can cum without permission? Hold it." He squeezes him as Rust winces but Davion only makes Rust turn around so he's facing him now. His face was flushed pink, his skin had a thin layer of sweat but he saw his hand still moving with a wet spot seen from the tip.

He felt close to cumming, Davion knew it. He keeps going hearing Rust moaning as he was clawing the shirt from the warden trying to stop his body but nothing worked.

"That's it..you better behave and don't cum..don't you cum unless I allow it."

"I..I can't hhaaa I can't ahhh my body is...I can't stop it.." he groans but before Davion said anything, Rust threw his head back cumming accidentally as Davion feels his cum coating his hand and his pants. He moves his hand out showing his mess to look.

"Naughty naughty...you came without my say so........guess I have to work on making you behave more..but to do that, lets break that disobedience first." Suddenly He lifts Rust up with his strength startling Rust but he has him laying on his back but he gets in between his legs to pull his pants off showing himself off. Rust struggles flushed but he held his legs to keep him still.

"N..Now what are you..you planning?" he asked but he tenses feeling his fingers rubbing against him that he winces shaking. He feels Davion still stroking to push his fingers in deep but he keeps holding him close by his hands.

"What else? I'm still punishing you so you need to behave but after the teasing you might like it....that and the fact you been one of the most troubling prisoners that kept trying to escape from time to time so..I am going to make you mine." He said now undoing his pants showing he was excited as it twitched. Rust's eyes widen again but he looks then at him.

"Y..You can't be serious. You....your.." He even gaps to see him pull it down showing it as the tip was wet but he was pretty big. Well, he was the tallest and strongest warden here so that explains it. He even feels him grinding against him. "Your cra...crazy, your too b..big..that will not fi..fit.." he said touching his lower stomach but Davion held his hips keeping him close.

"No worries, I think your were stretched enough from the 'last' punishments I did to you...." He keeps holding him close in his arms but Rust glares. "So you'll be fine.." he said. Rust was nervous but he was about to speak seeing the tip near him.

"H..Hold on a s..second, I t..told you that you..your too...too big..I c..can't..." He warns him but as he tries to move Davion suddenly held his hips to start pushing against him to feel the tip push inside. Rust twitched from that but he suddenly feels it pushing in as he was gasping leaning his head back with eyes wide.

'N..No way..h..he...he's inside...it's bigger than I though!!' he shouted in his head but Davion keeps pushing in till he was inside with a snap of his hips seeing Rust yelp tightening around him. Davion winced but he keeps a good hold on him while Rust was panting shaking. He looks down seeing a lump in him but he was shaking covering his face with arms.

"Well, like I said, you got me all inside. Though, I'm sure you still need to be punished.." He looks down at him but Rust looks away to hide his flushed face with his hand cuffed wrists as Davion pulls his hips back to pull out. Rust shivers feeling that but cries out feeling him thrust in deeper. That's when he felt the warden pushing in and out deeply as Rust was bearing it. He could hear the wet noises from this only to grit his teeth while holding back his voice. Davion saw that while thrusting his hips only to chuckle.

"Your still trying to fight back? No worries, you'll break. I know it since I'm already am excited myself. I wonder what your moans sound like." He teased to quicken his hips a bit as Rust gasped but shook again.

"F...f...f...f...fuck..mmmm..y..you. You'll n..never b..break m..me..never! I..I'll get out of here...a..and hhaaa st..still kick y..your nugghh ass.." He growls but it became a hiss as Davion kept thrusting into him to push in deeper as Rust twitches closing his hands into fists.

"Is that so? Well then, lets see how long you can hold on then.." Davion smirked before slamming his hips down as Rust's eyes widen throwing his head back with a moan. He felt Davion's hands moving up to mess with his chest while he was panting taking him.

'Ahhhh ahhhh no f..fucking way h..he's already so d...deep but I...hhhha no b..bear with it Rust. You can do t..this..just bare w..with it...I can't l..lose..I..I can't..' he said to himself as his soft moans slip past his lips. However, Davion was curious. How long could he last?

The punishment lasted for two hours to a few hours as Davion was now ruthlessly pounding into his hole as Rust was crying out twitching to lean back against him crying. His body burned so much but he was bouncing roughly on Davion's lap while his arms were behind his back.

"Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh mmmmmmm naahhhhh....." He tries to stop them but he threw his head back while Davion was thrusting up rougher into him while he was drooling with his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

"Ahhh f..fuck...fuck fuck f..fuucckkkkkkk!!" He moans feeling him cum again but Davion growls biting his shoulder but feeling Rust tighten around him again before he begins bucking up. He yelps but was looking up crying in pleasure.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Knight? Are you already losing it? We just did this a few hours ago and you already came twice. Maybe I need to make you bear it a bit longer or are you going to moan for me?" He growls still pounding away that Rust was moaning louder drooling with his tongue showing a bit but he was forced to sit in his lap now bouncing faster. "Well???"

"Haaaa hhhaaaaaa t..too m..much..it's t..too much. hhaaa t..too g....good...it's too.." He tries to speak but winces that he feels Davion turn his head to kiss him deeply. He whines feeling his eyes covered by Davion's hand but he was making out with him only to shake in his hold. In a bit, the kiss breaks with them panting again.

"It's not too much...your just aching for me...but you know I can't do anymore..tell me you'll behave...or I'll stop." He sees Rust panting but he whines squirming.

"N..No fair you...nugghhhh a.asshole....I-"

"You what?" he said but Rust shivers hearing the tone but he looks away embarrassed.

"I..I w..want...m..more..I need to stop this burning in my st..stomach..s..so..j..just go and d..do it already.. "He grumbles but Davion chuckled to grind against him as Rust whines louder.

"You want more of my cock....but say it better. You want it..you want me to roughly punish you right?" he asked but Rust panted to look more dazed even if he was grinding his hips back. He panted to slowly look down.

"Y...Yes; yes I want it..I n..need it..I need you to fucking d..do it already..s..so just do it!" he begs that Davion smiled to force Rust on his back before pounding his hips down.

"AHH!! FUCK!! F..FUCK YES!!" He groans throwing his head back but Davion chuckled holding him down.

"Good boy....but this means your mine now. I'll enjoy having fun breaking you in. I hope your ready for long hours of play time because this is just the beginning." He teased still pounding into him as Rust's cries of pleasure leave from the office.

"I..I get it j....just keep g..going. Don't stop!! Don't stop!!" he begs leaning his head back into the couch as Davion takes him. His moans along with echos of growls leaves that room as Davion breeds him.

So, it seems even he couldn't get away from the strongest warden. Though, the prisoners that tried to escape has been captured but they were not sent to their cells. They were going to be moved to special cells near the wardens but for now; the breakouts have ceased.

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