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stairain · 1 year

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Swing and a Miss.

You meet a nerd at a bar, and you’re determined to claim him as yours.

Warnings: Sub Spencer, blowjobs, hesitance, praise, nicknames, implications of desired corruption, mentions of alcohol, this is quite tame in comparison to everything else I’ve written.

WC: 5K

You slowly walked into the bar, noticing the bustling atmosphere that surrounded you. You took a few moments to look around and admire the patrons before walking up to the bar table and sitting down.

Spencer sat at the table, and looked around him at the strange, unfamiliar environment, and he quietly watched the people in the bar as they drank, talked, and laughed. He was studying them carefully, observing their gestures and faces, trying to pick up on small details about their behavior and manner of communication.

He took in the sights and sounds of the place, taking mental notes and storing the information away for later use, in case he needed to recall it. He did not interact with anyone, instead keeping to himself and letting them come to him.

You smile towards the bartender before telling him what you wanted, and when you were done talking to him, you looked to the quiet man next to you.

He seemed to be in his own world, and looked very out of place at this bar. But you decide to bite the bullet anyways.

“Hey.”

He looks at you for a moment with a neutral expression, then smiles slightly and gives you a brief nod of his head in greeting. Although you had only just met, he seems to be trying to figure you out, studying you and taking in your appearance and behavior. He seems to be assessing your trustworthiness and what kind of person you are.

"Hello. I'm Spencer Reid, and you are?"

You shake your head and smile.

“That’s not important.” The bartender hands you your drink, and you take the glass in your hand. “But I can’t help but notice you seem.. out of place. You don’t usually go out to these types of places, do you?”

He looks around at the rowdy bar with a faint frown on his face, clearly not enjoying the rowdy and loud atmosphere. His eyes return to meet yours, and he nods slightly.

"Correct, I do not regularly visit such places. They are noisy and crowded, and people are usually intoxicated, which makes them more unpredictable and potentially dangerous. Additionally, I do not understand how people can enjoy spending time in such chaotic settings, and I usually feel out of place and out of touch with the people around me. It's not my usual environment."

You take a sip of your drink and listen to him ramble on. You had to bite back a joke about how he’d be better off in a library, you were interested in this man, and you didn’t know how well he’d take that joke.

“So.. Then what are you doing here? Waiting on a friend.. Waiting for a girl?” You looked at his hands, no ring.

He chuckles slightly and shakes his head.

"Not waiting for anyone, no. I was, um.. I was trying to get more comfortable with this type of environment, I suppose. Trying to expand my social experience a bit. I'm not particularly fond of this kind of place, but I'm making a bit of an effort to make myself more comfortable with things that normally make me uncomfortable. Trying to learn to deal with discomfort and chaos rather than avoiding it, if that makes any sense."

“How admirable.” You take one more sip of your drink before setting it down on the counter. You move your body so you’re now facing him, your legs almost brushing against his seat, and your arm supporting your head as you lean on the table. “You’re an introvert then, I take it..”

He is slightly taken aback when you move closer to him, but he recovers quickly and nods.

"That's... correct, yes. I'm very introverted, and I typically prefer my own company, but I'm trying to make more of an effort to interact with people. I enjoy reading and studying about other people, but actually socializing with them is something I'm still working on being comfortable with."

You can’t help the soft laugh that leaves your lips.

“You study people, but can’t bring yourself to talk to them.. Seems a bit stalker-ish, no? I mean, I have no doubt you can tell what I’m thinking just by looking at you..”

He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles a little, a bit embarrassed.

"I suppose that could be seen that way, yes. But I mean no harm. I'm just... I'm very analytical. I like to understand how things work, and people are the most complex things there are. It's fascinating to study them and their behaviors, but I still haven't quite figured out how to make it work in practical settings. I am... not very socially skilled, as I am sure you have already gathered."

You flash a smile to him before sighing and picking up your head from your hand. You reach down to grab at his chair and turn it so he’s facing you.

“Alright then, pretty boy. What can you tell me about my behavior, hm?”

He is a little caught off guard by your sudden action, and he blushes faintly at your comment, clearly not used to such compliments. He thinks for a moment before speaking.

"You are very.. bold in your methods of approaching men. You seem confident, and comfortable with yourself. But also, perhaps a little bit lonely. I am not sure, but I get a sense of restlessness from you."

You huff softly through your nose at him those last few parts.

“Maybe all that studying paid off then, stranger. You’ve just about hit the nail on the head.”

There’s a slight sadness in your tone, but you mask it quickly with a smile. He looks a little shocked by your admission, and his eyebrows furrow slightly, indicating he is concerned.

"I... am sorry to hear that. It must be... difficult, feeling so restless and alone. I can see why it might lead you to try new ways of meeting new people, if the usual methods aren't working out."

His words are sincere and genuine. He has a kind and empathetic side to him, and he feels a lot of sympathy for you, imagining a life without meaningful connections and genuine relationships.

“Thanks, but, I’ve been alright on my own. Plus, meeting new people is always fun.. Don’t you think?”

You look up at him with a flirtatious smile. He smiles back, but also seems a little bashful.

"Well.. meeting new people can be interesting and exciting, certainly. But it can also be difficult and uncomfortable. It's not really my specialty, to be completely honest." He chuckles a little nervously. "I tend to be a bit... awkward, in social situations, if you cannot tell. I am not the most charming or charismatic person, and I generally don't make the best first impression."

“That’s alright, I’d say I have enough charm for the both of us, hm?” You throw a wink at him and reach over to take a sip from your glass. He blushes again, but his smile grows a little bit, as he seems to find your flirting a bit flattering.

"I suppose you do," he laughs a little. "I admit, I'm not usually on the receiving end of flirtations from beautiful women, so it's a bit of a... new experience for me."

“Beautiful, huh?” You chuckle at his small attempt at flirting. Your words are teasing. “Was flattery in those studies on how to read people?”

Spencer laughs, embarrassed. "Okay, okay. Flattery is not exactly my strong suit, as I'm sure you have already gathered. That was.. awkward, wasn't it?" He sighs and looks away.

"Anyway, I guess maybe it did get mentioned a time or two in my studies, yes.. but it was never really something I put much effort into. I guess I must be out of practice, because it clearly did not work at all."

“Swing and a miss.” You joke before you reach out and pull his jaw gently so he’s looking back at you again. “I admire your attempt, what else you got?”

His face flushes even brighter, and he looks at you intently as he tries to think of something to say. He's not used to this kind of interaction, and so he just ends up staring at you, his face pink as his brain whirs quickly, thinking of something to say. He clears his throat, trying to think of a compliment that doesn't sound too forced or unnatural, but it doesn't seem to help. You've really got him stumped now.

"Um... I... I..."

He sighs, looking slightly frustrated as he's unable to put his thoughts into words. You pick up your glass and swirl around the drink as you continue to tease the poor man.

“Rendering a nerd speechless, consider me accomplished.”

He smiles and bows his head. "I guess you definitely have more experience than I do when it comes to meeting new people. You definitely seem... very good at this. You must be a natural born flirt, hm?" He chuckles a little and shakes his head, laughing at himself. “You definitely put me to shame, if I'm being honest. I'm not sure I can match your level of charm... but I'll keep practicing. It can't hurt to try and learn from the best."

“The best? Look at you, you’re already learning.” You praise, trying to gauge the kind of person he is. You wanted to see what made him blush, what made him stutter, and what made him aroused. “And no, not natural born.. You just make it easy.”

He blushes again at your comments, and he looks slightly embarrassed. He seems flattered by your praise, but he's also a little bit suspicious of you, wondering what your game is. Why are you being so playful and flirty with him? He doesn't think you'd go through all this effort for no reason.

"Why are you being so... nice to me?"

You nonchalantly sip at your drink, obviously entertained at watching the confused and flattered expression on his face.

“You’re adorable, I see no reason to lie about that, seeing as you’d probably be able to read my mind somehow anyways.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, quite amused by the situation. You really did catch him off guard, but he is still enjoying the banter and the playful flirting. In fact, it's very flattering, considering he's not used to people being flirty with him.

"Okay, you got me. I can't argue with that. I guess sometimes I'm a little bit too easy to read, huh?"

“Seems a bit ironic, you’ve spent all this time analyzing people and their behavior, and yet you’ve already given away so much to me.”

The playful teasing tone in your voice doesn’t falter at all, it only grows stronger as you can feel him becoming more comfortable with it.

“Makes me feel special, stranger.”

He nods, trying not to laugh. He seems to find your teasing both amusing and refreshing, despite his previous suspicions. "I suppose that is a bit ironic, huh?

He chuckles and shakes his head again, blushing slightly but seeming to relax and let his guard down a tad bit, feeling more comfortable with you. You have a very charismatic manner about you, so he can see why people are drawn to you, and he is enjoying himself now.

"You do have a knack for making people feel that way. I must admit... I am feeling quite special right now."

“Maybe that was my plan all along.” You reach out and run your hand through his hair, pushing it back slightly before ruffling it again. “What else are you feeling..?”

Spencer gives a soft gasp at the sudden touch, and he blushes again. He’s surprised by your boldness, but he can't deny that he finds it awfully flattering. You are clearly very comfortable with the flirtatious vibe. "I... I must say, I'm feeling... a little flustered..." He smiles slightly, but he’s still feeling bashful and is unable to stop blushing.

“That’s all?” You give him a faux pout and after a few moments you bite your lip, waiting for an answer.

He clears his throat, still very flustered. "Well... I'll admit my mind is starting to think about... more than just my typical studies of people's behavior..." He chuckles shyly, finding it a little amusing, but also a bit thrilling that he's feeling this way.

He's not used to such experiences, and it makes him feel oddly excited and hopeful. "I've never met someone like you before, you must forgive me. I'm... not very experienced with flirting or intimacy."

You can’t help but laugh in admiration at the way he speaks.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, pretty boy.”

He blushes even more at the nickname you’ve assigned to him. You've completely caught him off guard now, with your playful tone and teasingly bold manner. He clears his throat again in an attempt to steady his voice as he tries to answer you honestly. "W-well.. like I said, I've never experienced this level of flirting before.. and, um, well, I.. I feel myself becoming a little bit attracted to you."

“Just a little bit? You think we could change that?” Your tone is condescending and teasing, as if you’re talking down to him.

He sighs and nods, clearly defeated by his feelings, but he smiles nonetheless. "Okay, okay.. I'll admit it. You got me. I'm more than a little bit attracted to you, and... yes, I would like to change that."

He chuckles softly, realizing how blunt and honest he's being, but he seems to accept his attraction to you. You are a beautiful woman, after all. There's no denying it, so he just gives into his feelings.

You smirk at his answer and stand up from your seat. You lean up to his ear to whisper lowly, making him shiver in anticipation.

“Meet me in the bathroom.. 4th on the left. Wait a few minutes before going, I’ll be waiting.”

You turn away from him and make your way to the back of the bar. You push open the door and thank god they have single bathrooms.

He looks absolutely stunned by your sudden show of boldness and the intensity of your request. He blushes even more, but he nods and seems to accept his fate. After a few minutes, he pushes up his sleeve and looks at his watch, then he heads to the bathroom, trying to get himself prepared for what is waiting for him. His emotions are all but out of control, and his heart is racing, but he feels strangely excited as a part of him can't believe this is happening.

As soon as you hear a timid knock on the door, you know it’s him. You quickly swing the door open before forcefully grabbing him by his tie and dragging him into the bathroom.

His eyes widen as he's suddenly grabbed by you, and he's shocked by your boldness and the physical force with which you pull him into the bathroom. He's knocked off balance, completely he's caught off guard by the unexpected aggressiveness of your approach. But he follows along without resistance, feeling excited by your confidence and your dominant attitude. You have clearly taken charge, so he follows your lead, eager to see where this is going.

You shut the door behind you two and lock it. Once you twist the lock, you slam his body against the door and lean forward to press a messy, aggressive kiss on his lips.

Despite the way you’ve assaulted his lips by your aggressive and passionate kiss, he can’t help but melt into the kiss and starts kissing you back, feeling caught up in the moment and carried away by the passion. Any thought about protesting against you was completely out of his mind. He kisses you back with equal levels of passion, he puts all of his emotions and his feelings on the line to give in completely.

You pull back and lick your your bottom lip, looking up at him with a predatory gaze. “Not such a shy nerd anymore, what happened, pretty boy?”

He blushes again when you break apart, his face now completely red when he meets your intimidating gaze. "I.. I guess you must've brought it out of me.. you do tend to have that effect." He chuckles, still quite breathless from the kiss. This is all new territory for him.

“I’m flattered, baby.” You say before diving down and pressing wet kisses against his neck, and you can feel the goosebumps on his skin on your lips.

Spencer’s is taken by surprise again, and he can't help but blush heavily. He can feel your lips on his neck, and he lets out a soft gasp at the contact. He can feel the goosebumps forming on his skin, and chills running down his back as you continue doing this.

"This... this is..." He chuckles breathlessly, not able to finish his sentence, but he's feeling extremely pleased with this experience. He's never felt like this before, and he can't help but enjoy the sensuality of it.

“Talk to me, pretty thing..” You whisper against his neck before continuing your kisses.

He can't help but shiver and let out a soft whimper at your voice, and the kisses you're planting on his neck. He can feel his cheeks burning red, and he can't help but give into the sensations you're causing him to experience. He doesn't even care if he sounds foolish when he speaks.

"This.. this feels so good... I've never felt anything like this before."

“Yeah? You want more?” You murmur against his skin as your hands find the buttons of his shirt, and begin to play with them.

He nods, still breathless and a little bit shaky. He loves this feeling, and he's never wanted anything more in his entire life. His eyes are fixed on yours, and you can feel his heartbeat picking up speed as you unbutton his shirt. "Yes... please..." He gives a soft moan, now overcome with sensations, and he's lost in the moment. He can't help but give into your touch.

Nodding, you start pushing the buttons through the hole, and soon enough you have his entire chest exposed for you, fully on display. You sigh happily at the sight and slowly kneel down, pressing kisses against the skin of his bare chest and stomach as you lower yourself to the ground.

This sudden display of boldness from you leaves him completely and utterly shocked and speechless. He can't help but watch you with bated breath, as you make a show out of unbuttoning his shirt and leaving his bare chest exposed.

"What... what are you..." His words are shaky and quiet, as he watches you with a mixture of surprise, arousal, and embarrassment.

You don’t answer him, but instead ask him your own question.

“Tell me what you know about the effect pleasure leaves on humans..”

Your skillful fingers run down his body and trail your digits on the waist of his dress pants and find the zipper of them. You give it a small tug as you speak.

His mind goes completely blank for a few seconds, and his heart rate picks up speed again. Your teasing, playful, and bold personality is starting to take over, and he's starting to become more and more overcome with the excitement of the situation.

"Uh... I-It's been shown that pleasure does-fuck.. release dopamine and oxytocin in the brain, causing a feeling of physical and emotional satisfaction in the recipient, and... and this feeling can... get quite addicting, which... usually leaves people wanting more."

You hum in satisfaction at his answer and pull down the zipper of his pants. “You’ve never felt that before, have you?”

His eyes widen when he realizes what you're doing, and he takes in a sharp breath of air. He's completely and utterly flustered and embarrassed by this display of dominance, and he can't help but watch you like a deer trapped in headlights, unable to look away.

He shakes his head, feeling slightly lightheaded from the excitement and the overwhelming feelings of the situation.

"No... I... I've-I've never felt anything quite like this before."

“And how do you feel, baby? You want more?” His zipper is completely pulled down, and you slot your fingers between his sweaty skin and the rough fabric of his pants.

Your words and actions leave him feeling completely flustered and speechless again, and he can feel all of his emotions running wild. He can feel the blush on his face, and he's still feeling lightheaded from the excitement of the situation.

"I..." He takes in an uneven breath, trying to calm down. "I.. I've.. I certainly do want more, yes.." He tries to steady his voice, trying not to let his nerves stop him from being completely honest with you.

“Good boy.” You offhandedly say as you pull down his trousers and leave him in his underwear in the cold bathroom.

Spencer’s face turns even more red when you leave him in just his underwear, so exposed. He shivers, but your words and your boldness warm his skin anyways. His breath is shaky, as the excitement and the embarrassment still have a death grip on him.

"W-Wait.. What... what are you doing now? Please... this is all so..." He whimpers out, seeming a bit out of his element with all of this, but still, he can't help but be incredibly turned on by your words and your touch.

You look up at him with hungry eyes and hold the band of his underwear in your fingers, threatening to pull them down. “Tell me to stop.”

He looks at your hungry eyes and takes in a sharp breath. He's afraid of what happens next, but he's also incredibly turned on by you and wants to see where this goes. He smiles mischievously before he speaks to you with a bit of a fearful tone.

"Please... don't stop."

You coo at his words and finally start to pull down his underwear. “See.. I knew you were a smart boy.”

His face heats up again as you start to pull down his underwear. It should be embarrassing, he doesn’t even know you, but the excitement has taken over, and the feeling is far more powerful and more intense. He still feels breathless as he watches you.

It’s a bit of a struggle to take them off of him, as there’s a clear obstruction that’s preventing you from pulling them clean off, but when his heavy length subconsciously flexes in front of your face as you stare up at him in absolute awe, and a little bit of amusement.

“Well, whatever you lack in social skills you really make up for now.”

His entire body is shaking with excitement and nerves, and his breath is already shaky as you look him over and stare at his cock like it’s your last meal. He blushes again when you laugh at him a little bit. He can't help but smile at your words.

"Y-you certainly know how to get a rise out of me..”

You laugh again at his choice of words. “Yeah, I can see that.” Your hand reaches out and strokes his exposed thighs, so close to where he so desperately needs it.

The brunet gasps, clearly surprised by your actions. This is all getting to be way too much for him to handle, and he's already feeling completely swept off his feet. He can't even think straight, let alone speak.

He just breathes heavily, feeling all too dizzy as this all happens. It's almost too much for him to take in, but he's too turned on to even bother fighting it.

And you were only adding onto it. Your hand moves from his thighs and to his dripping cock, giving him an experimental tug. He’s warm and hard in your palm, you can’t help the way your tongue peeks out and runs along your lips.

He lets out a soft gasp, and any attempt at keeping a straight face is gone the second your hands start stroking him. He's completely overcome with sensations, and his mind and his body are almost unable to keep up with all of this. His whole body shakes, as if his every nerve is on high alert, and you can hear his breath become shaky with all the excitement. He seems to be losing his ability to speak completely, as his mind and his body are now completely controlled by all the new and powerful feelings that you're causing him to experience.

Your strokes along his dick speed up, you wanted nothing more than to hear and see him fall apart above you. You see his knees buckle at the sensation and you huff out a silent laugh.

His breath becomes more and more heavy and erratic. He's almost completely at your mercy, unable to think straight or even stand fully upright. He looks at you, barely able to stop himself from falling over when his gaze meets yours. He's so turned on by your touch that he can't even put a thought together.

The touch, the feeling, it's just too much for him to take in, and he has no control over himself in this state. He's completely yours if you want him, and it's almost frightening to feel that kind of complete and total surrender of control.

You watch him fall apart in your hold above you, and smile adoringly at his shaking figure. You wanted to corrupt this man, take him away from the shy, nerdy man he was, and turn him into your personal bitch. Not wasting another moment, your mouth encompasses him.

His eyes wide open, and you can see the shock in them. Sure this was expected, but the feeling almost had him toppling over on top of you.

“Oh.. Oh my god..”

But at the most basic level, this is what he has always wanted. He has always wanted to escape from all the social expectations of him, and he has always wanted to be released from all of the inhibitions of the past. This is his chance to let loose, and even the shock of the moment can't make him hesitate.

You watch as his eyes roll back into his head and his body suddenly relaxes. You smile around your mouthful and look up at him with admiration shining in your eyes.

He lets out a loud moan of pleasure, feeling completely vulnerable and helpless in your hold. He can't help but look back down at you in awe and pure lust, unable to think straight and enjoying every second of it.

His surrender is total, and he looks completely at your mercy. He really is completely yours to do whatever you want with, and he's enjoying every moment of this completely unhindered passion.

You pull back and press a kiss to the sensitive tip, a string of precum connecting from the head to your shiny slick covered lips.

“How’s it feel, baby?”

"It.. you... it's... it's amazing.. You’re so good."

He sighs contentedly, feeling utterly lost in all of the passion, the new feelings, the sensation.. he is completely swept off of his feet and can't help but express his pleasure with high pitched whimpers and moans.

You laugh at his reaction before diving back in. Your throat completely encloses around him, squeezing around that rock solid length that’s pulsating in your mouth. Spencer throws his head back against the door and reaches a hand up to cover the moan that inevitably slips through his fingers anyways.

With every pass of your warm and wet mouth over his leaking tip and heavy cock, he can feel himself being lassoed to a brink of pleasure he’s never experienced before. His body begins to be wracked with shudders and he quickly taps on your shoulder in a panic.

You don’t pull away like he was expecting, but instead, you just look up at him with awaiting eyes. It had never occurred to you before that he’s never had an orgasm, but it all clicked when you realized.

With the way his legs were shaking, one hand trying to push you away and the other covering his mouth, and how he tried so desperately to look you in the eyes, but always ended up failing when they rolled back into his skull.. He was entirely yours.

“I-I don’t know what’s.. P-Please.”

The wet noises of your mouth around him only grow louder as you begin to speed up. The familiar ache in your jaw starts to set in, but you know it’s not much longer until he’s completely and utterly shattered by his own orgasm.

Your hands reach up to hold his bony hips, and you use the hold to push him deeper down your throat. His mouth drops open in pants, trying to get out a sentence but all that came out were incoherent moans and broken words.

With an almost ear shattering moan, he fills your mouth with his hot and sticky release. The hand covering his mouth proved to be more than useless as whimpers and whines poured from his bitten lips.

His thighs shake around your head and you continue to suck his softening cock, wanting to milk him for every last thing he was worth, and make his first release worthwhile.

“Ple-Please..”

Before his knees could give out on him, you pull away and swallow. There’s some of his spend dripping from your lips, and the look you give him is primal as you wipe it off with your finger and put it right in your mouth.

His eyes roll back at the gesture and you stand up to pull him into a sloppy, downright filthy kiss. When you pull away, he smiles down at you and tries to find his own voice. When he speaks, it comes out raspy, no doubt ruining his throat through all the moans and screams he let out.

“D-Do I... Do I get to know your name now..?” He pants out as you tuck him back into his underwear and pants.

“At least take me on a date first, Spence.”

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doberbutts · 4 months

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We have a little free pantry in our front yard (toothbrushes, tampons, shelf-stable snacks bottled water, etc.), and I read a lot about people's experiences having one online before we put ours up re: expectations about potential interactions with people using it, but nothing prepared me for how weirdly aggro *other* people sometimes get about us having it as a form of "activism" as opposed to some other, more nebulous idea of broader social change. "Don't you think it'd be better to volunteer at or donate money to a homeless shelter, so those people can get the actual help they need?" "Shouldn't you focus more on trying to campaign for policy changes that will help more people than one street corner if you care about this problem?" "Isn't doing that a waste of time?" "Aren't you just encouraging people not to get help?" I do that other stuff when I can. This is something small I can do - in addition to raising awareness and fighting for bigger change, when I have the time and money and spoons - and at least, when I don't. It's crazy to me to approach social justice issues with such an all-or-nothing mindset as some people seem to. I've met enough of the individuals who utilize it to know it makes a difference in a very tangible way for the people directly around me.

No, I agree entirely.

Corny and dated as it is, there's a reason the saying is "be the change you want to see". If no one within the community puts in the work to fix the community's problems, even in little bits and pieces, then how will anything change? Raising awareness only goes so far. What happens when all anyone is, is aware? Aware, and still doing nothing, waiting for someone else to put in the work.

Sometimes, that someone is going to need to be you. You can't just wait around and wait for someone else to do it for you.

If I see someone digging through the trash for food, I wave them over and offer them food from my house or fresh food from a store or take them to a restaurant where they can order whatever they want. If I'm getting groceries and I see someone very obviously homeless struggling to pay for their food, I tell the cashier to add it to my bill. No one starves in front of me. Ever since I stopped needing to rely on food stamps, no one starves in front of me.

This past summer I saw someone splayed out on the sidewalk in 95F weather in direct sunlight. I couldn't tell if he was unconscious from drugs or passed out from the heat or just simply had fallen asleep in the shade and then the sun moved. I was getting groceries so I added a bunch of hot chicken to my order plus several bottles of refrigerated water. I went over to him and woke him and explained that I was worried he needed medical attention. He'd passed out because he was tired, he told me. I offered him the hot food and the water and he thanked me, telling me he'd run out of water the night before and food the day before that and didn't have any money to get any more.

Everyone else had been walking around him like he was just an obstacle on the sidewalk. No one had thought to offer any help. When I walked away, some folks who saw me told me that that was very nice of me. I don't think it was nice of me. I think that's just what you should do if you see someone obviously in distress. They agreed that he seemed like he needed the help. They didn't act. They agreed that the compassionate and right thing to do was to offer assistance and make sure he was okay. But they didn't do it. They waited for someone else to do it.

I've mentioned in passing that I volunteer for the local teen LGBT club, helping lost gay kids find their way and maybe not kill themselves about it. It's not much. I mostly just text back and forth with whatever kids get my number from the adults that run the thing. Sometimes I give them tips and advice. Sometimes I'm just the cool gay uncle they tell about their latest school drama. Once or twice I've served one of them lunch on my couch while my dogs smother them with affection and they cry about their latest heartbreak. I don't do speeches or history lessons or anything like that. I don't think I'm qualified for it, in honesty. But if even one of them doesn't commit suicide, if even one of them doesn't self-harm, if even one of them no longer feels all alone in the world because I'm there when they reach out to me, that's enough.

Today on my commute to work, the guy in front of me had a major wipeout on his motorcycle. I stopped my car in a position that none of the other cars could hit him, and asked if he was okay, and waited until his friend (also on a motorcycle) had circled back around to help him off the road and check him over. I left once his friend waved me away. I offered to call an ambulance but he refused.

A couple weeks ago, also on my commute, a woman was stopped on the side of the road, waving her arms at drivers, shouting for help. I stopped. The other drivers didn't. Her car had died, she was new to town, and she was somewhere that notoriously doesn't get cell service. I helped her call a tow truck. It wasn't a trap. She didn't want to hitchhike. She just was stuck and panicked about it.

I stop and help animals get off the road. I've lost count on how many turtles I've carried to the other side. I helped my neighbor search for a dog he saw get hit by a car so he could take it to the vet. I shoveled my elderly neighbor's driveway for her, and talked my boss into giving her a major discount for her little dog's dental in which pretty much every tooth needed extraction or he would die. When I still lived in that rental with my roommates, we were surrounded by kids. Every kid on the block knew we were a safe house to go to. If they needed food or water, if they needed entertainment, if they needed just somewhere to be, they could be at our place. When covid started, I did a "reverse halloween" since Halloween was canceled, and I put bags of candy on every doorstep that I knew had kids inside. I've done a "neighborhood santa" putting a small toy plus a small gift card for the parents on every doorstep that has kids, for as long as I've lived around kids.

When I say activism requires action, I don't mean that every single person is required to save a thousand lives. The honest answer is, unless you have a lot of disposable time and money, you probably won't. But you can still make a difference. To one. To ten. To twenty.

And you know what? I'm not saying black people specifically came up with this- but how can you be surprised to know this is how I live my life when I say over and over that I was raised by black activists who lived during MLK Jr and Malcolm X and knew community action would have the longest-lasting effects? Of course I do all this. That's what being part of a community *is*.

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I know nobody probably wants this, but I had this spiral of thoughts while at work today and had to share. What if the Joker had a child that no one had known about?

Not like a teenager that had been under his care for years and mentally crazy like the Joker, but like a knee-high, wide eyed, 'have uppies?' toddler.

Like, imagine that Batman had busted a part of Joker's operations and was talking with the officers

He realized it was only a couple hours until sunrise and had to go and get some rest for a big meeting he had with his lawyers

The last thing he said was to round up every person in the building and put them all in a secure cell in the Asylum

Immediately after Batman leaves, one of the officers finds this small child in a room with multiple screens playing different escapades that the Joker had performed over the years

Poor kid was strapped to a chair and sobbing when the officer frantically undid the ropes and got the kid out of that room

Everyone was confused about what they should potentially do with this kid who looked like a miniature clown

Without many options, the kid gets sent to the Asylum with all the Joker's henchmen who are equally as confused about who the hell this kid was

The Warden is fucking livid because what the FUCK is a kid doing here, but it was the safest place to be while everyone tried to figure out if the child was stable to be around the nonvillainous population

Most of the detainees are confused, but none of them speak out of turn to them

In fact, the kid becomes the reason most of them behave to a degree

It is still a prison after all with rules and there were no exceptions even with a child

Some of the inmates would get into small altercations during meal times to keep the guards distracted while the cooks would sneak small bits of food to other inmates so they could give the kid a snack later in the day

Sure it could cost them their job, but what kind of person would let a child go hungry throughout the day?

Anyways, a couple weeks go by and most crime had gone down during the night. No attempted escapes or extravagant overtakings of any kind from almost any villain

Bruce and the boys are very confused by the sudden change, but silently welcome the relaxed pace that is happening

Alfred was taking the day to get groceries for the Manor with Jason being dragged along for some 'social interaction'

Mostly so Alfred had someone else to push the shopping cart and Tim and Damian refused to go to the store, but that's besides the point

Alfred was looking between two different brownie mixes when two women walk by

They talked about how the guards are bordering on taking their job too serious with the one inmate they had

Alfred began to tune them out as he began to put one of the mixes in the cart when he suddenly froze in place

"I mean, the kid's been through enough already. How many 4-year-olds do you know that have semipermanent white paint on their whole body with dyed purple hair?"

Alfred's hand remained suspended in air as the women slowly walked past them. His mind flashed back to a few years ago when he remembered Bruce telling him about Harley suddenly stopped coming to any scheme the Joker had for over half a year. And then she came back slightly more manic than she was previously for a few month after

Jason, who had been spaced out, glanced at Alfred and thought the older man was having a stroke. He had never seen the butler so still in all the time that they had known one another. Jason swears he can't even see him breath for a good 12 seconds

Alfred quickly puts the baking mix on the shelf, not even looking to make sure it was in the right spot. Jason felt his blood run cold at that sight alone as the bulter walked off and grabbed Jason's collar

The cart partially full of groceries was forgotten as Alfred went to the children's section and picked up a box with a toddler's car seat in it. Went to the register and paying before going to the car and expertly putting car seat in the middle backseat

Jason felt extremely confused as he watched the whole scene before he hesitantly decided to ask, "What do we need a carseat for? We don't have a kid that needs one."

Alfred broke down the empty box and put it in the trunk before going to open the passenger door for Jason. Walking over to the driver's side and calmly getting in. "Not yet."

Cue Jason terrified for his life as Alfred speeds through the streets because DEAR GOD THE SPEED LIMIT IS 55 NOT 82!

Jason pulls out his phone to record the whole thing before it was over because no one would believe this if he didn'thave proof. Barely registering that he had accidentally started a live stream on one of the Wayne Enterprise's accounts Tim had connected him to at some point

Alfred only slams on the breaks when he gets to the gates of Arkham Asylum. Glaring down the guard who tries to yell at him before coldly stating, "I'm here for the child."

The guard begins protesting that it's a restricted area, but Alfred stared him down with a glare that Jason had only seen a handful of times in his life when one of the boys had fucked up bad

The guard keeps telling them to turn around and Alfred reached under the dash and when the FUCK did he hide a GUN under there?!

"The child. Now." The guard opened the gate and Alfred pulled in before putting the gun away and shutting the car off

Jason considers staying in the car as Alfred gets out and begins marching to the door. But God, he didn't want to explain to Bruce that he didn't even fully know why Alfred conned his way into a high security prison

The two of them walk through the corridors to an unknown destination. Jason looking both confused and terrified while flipping the camera between him and Alfred until they make it to the cafeteria

All the inmates look over at the two of them as they walk in, Alfred looking over the crowd before spotting the spot of purple in the sea of orange jumpsuits

He walks with over to Poison Ivy who was carrying the little one around before holding out his hands. Ivy looks at him for a moment before giving a small nod in understanding and letting him take the child

"Take good care of them or I will come for you, old man." Ivy warns him before giving a small wave to the child. "Have a good time sweetie."

"Bye bye, Aunt Ivy." Alfred began to walk back to Jason. Glaring softly as the guards try to block his path

Half of them are on the ground in just a few seconds as most of the inmates start a fight with the guards. Each of them waving bye as Alfred walks back to Jason and to the car

By looks alone, Jason could tell exactly who's kid this was. Who wouldn't be able to when they looked just like a fucking child circus star

Jason stares in confusion as Alred gently puts the child in the car seat and buckles them in. Patting their head before telling Jason to get in the back

He's too scared to argue so he gets in behind the passenger seat as Alfred opens the door to get in but stops when the Warden comes marching over

Leaving the door open, Alfred calmly walks over the the man while getting yelled at that he can't just take a prisoner simply because he wants to

Jason flips the camera to show Alfred calmly taking in the yells of the Warden

The moment he tried to walk past the butler to get to the car, Alfred backhanded him so hard the Warden fell to the ground

Jason stared in shock as Alfred got in the car and began driving back towards the City

Jason looks at the child who stares back at him with the same intensity until they looked out the window and pointing. "Where going?"

"To get you some food and new clothes." Alfred speaks plainly as he got to a drive thru. Quickly ordering a kids meal and handing it back the moment it was ready.

Jason watched as the child began eating the moment the food was in their lap. Occasionally offering him a piece which he always denied so the kid ate the much needed nutrients

Alfred drove into the parking lot of a children's clothing store before getting out and carrying the child in with Jason following close behind

Alfred takes the kid through the aisles to pick out some clothes that they would want to wear

Jason chuckling at the sight of Alfred holding different shirts up to see if they would fit because they look so happy to get to pick out one with a derpy looking cat on it

After getting some outfits, they all walk to the checkout. Waiting in line for a moment before Alfred feels a small tug on his arm

Looking down, he sees the child pointing at something. Moving his gaze, he takes notice of a small stand with small Batman plushies on it

Jason holds back a laugh as he points the camera over the stand before looking at the child again. "You like Batman, huh?"

The both got an eager nod as curious eyes look back at Alfred, waiting for an answer. With a small smile, he grabbed one and put it on the counter to be paid for first. The moment it was scanned, it was handed down to the excited hands of its new owner

The kid gives an excited giggle as they held the toy over their head that the cashier couldn't help but smile as well

After everything was paid for, Alfred makes sure the child gets changed out of the prison uniform. He made a mental note to have Bruce investigate on why they even were given one in the first place

Getting back in the car, Alfred drives them back to the grocery store to restart the whole shopping trip with the intention for getting extra snacks for the family's new guest

With the child buckled into the child carrier in the cart, Jason began pushing the cart while following Alfred around the store once again

He tried holding the phone in his own hand, but gave up as little hands keep curiously grabbing at it to see the screen with wide eyes

He smiles as he watches the child make multiple different faces to the camera, a small fit of laughter sounding each time they look back up at Jason

He can help but wonder how such a calm and happy child (calm and happy compared to the teens Bruce took in) could be the offspring of the very man who made his life a living hell

They make it halfway through the store a confused voice called out to the men

Dick had just been grabbing a few snack items for himself to have for his weekend off

The last thing he expected to see was Jason hauling around a child while Alfred finished putting multiple different juice boxes from the shelf into the cart

He walked over with a bag of chips and frozen mini pizzas as he wore a confused frown while looking between the three of them

Jason wore a smirk as he leaned on the handle. Alfred gave him a small nod before he pulled out the shopping list to see what else was needed

The child look at him with a small head tilt. Blinking up at him before holding up the plush toy with a cheerful "Batsy!"

Dick has to bite his lip to hold back is laughter from the single action alone, because how ironic is it that this kid adores Batman specifically

Alfred begins to walk towards the pharmacy area, intending to get some hygiene supplies for the child

Dick begin following behind Jason as they follow behind. Dick leaning over to Jason and asking what the hell is going and why is there now a toddler

Before Jason can say anything, an excited fit of laughter sounds as a small hand points to something once again

It's the electronic area in the store, so maybe it's a movie that's caught the attention of the child

Jason and Dick look over and both of them stare in shock as they see a wall of TVs playing a live feed from a local news station. A group of news anchors smiling as they stare at a screen that was also playing onscreen

What makes the two of them most nervous is the half of the screen that was currently showing a smiling face with purple hair staring down at the camera once again

Jason frantically grabs his phone as he begins to try and figure out how to turn the video off as Dick frantically raises his voice because how did you not realize you were live filming and WHY IS THERE 3.2 BILLION PEOPLE WATCHING THIS!?

Jason finally turns the video off and the TV cuts the video almost immediately which causes half the reporters to boo

Let both let out a breath of relief as the feed cuts out, watching the screen to see how bad the damage was

To their surprise, the headline on screen read 'Happy Little Addition to Wayne Family?'

They both look confused as they hear one reporter talks about how the internet is enamored by this unexpected new appearance in the Wayne family. Grinning as they mention the people who watched the video decided to nickname the kid 'Giggles' because of how happy they were during the whole thing

Jason cursed under his breath as he realized he might have screwed up big time with Bruce because of the whole thing. He didn't get much time to think about it before Alfred came back and pulled the cart along with him

Dick shook his head with a stupid grin on his face as he looked at Jason "Bruce is going to have stroke when he finds out about this."

Which Bruce practically did. He was in a budgeted meeting for the new quarter for the company, so he didn't even have a clue about the whole livestream

He had just got out of the meeting when his assistant came up with a concerned expression. Hastily trying to tell him some news that he really needs to hear

Bruce rubs his temples as he calmly asks if he could get five minutes of quiet in his office before hearing any form of news

His assistant followed after him while trying to explain that it was really important that he sees this now

With a deep sigh, Bruce reluctantly took the tablet into his hand to stare at whatever statistic was on the screen

What he wasn't expecting to see was small clips of video with Alfred holding up different clothes and Jason sitting in the backseat as a kid offers him a french fry

The only reaction from Bruce was a deep sighas he handed the tablet back before saying he was leaving for the day

He was thankful that no paparazzi had come around to get any pictures as he was getting to his car

Damian and Tim had been in the living room when they had gotten back to the manor. Neither of them knowing about the livestream because why would they watch it if Bruce would just sum it up to the others later that night

Alfred came in with the sleeping child in his arms and walked over to the couch Tim was on. Placing them down on his lap before walking away to get the groceries put away

Both of the younger boys are confused as they watch this little clown lean further into Tim while holding a small toy in a death cuddle

After a few minutes, Dick and Jason both come walking in as Jason takes the remote from beside Damian and flips through the channels

Dick sits near Tim as he opens the bag of chips he got as he stares at the child with a confused expression

Everyone looks at Jason for a moment before Tim asks, "Where did you get the kid from?"

Jason settles on a small comedy movie as he gives a small shrug "Alfred picked the kid up from the Asylum. He pulled a gun he keeps under the dash on one of the guards."

Tim and Dick let out small noises of disbelief at the explanation while Damian wondered which gun Jason was meaning. Alfred had both a pistol and revolver in the car that he was aware of

The child slowly began to stir with a small whine as they opened their eyes. Glancing around to see the new environment they had found themselves in

Moving to their own spot on the couch while looking at the movie with confused and sleepy eyes

Damian stared down the child for a while before actually making eye contact

The both stared at one another for a moment before Damian finally spoke up "So the clown had an accident that he didn't want."

"Damian!" Dick begins to scold the boy as he sat up straight. His voice falling short when a little head rests on his chest as frantic cries fill the room

It's hard for them to understand the what was being said between the sobs, but Dick was able to get out was 'don't wanna go back'

Dick holds the child close while trying his hardest to make the crying stop

Everyone feels uncomfortable as the child holds the Batman toy tighter while hiccuping out something along the lines of 'no fight Batsy'

Dear lord, did they underestimate how traumatized this toddler was compared to the rest of them at such a young age

Tim picks up his phone to try and find a video or something that might try and calm down the whole situation

That's when he gets a notification about some video about someone named Giggles?

He clicks on it, thinking it would be able to a couple laughs

The moment it loads, he looks between Jason and the kid because why are they in a video on his phone right now

Apparently, people had made highlight reels of the live stream and were sharing them online. The one Tim had clicked on was designed like one of those joke style ones with the funny little background music

He was about to change it when he saw the kid lift their head up with a confused look as they stare at the phone in his hand

Tim quickly connects his phone to the TV so the video was now on screen

Tears were quickly gone as small laughs soon began to fill the living room

All the boys felt relieved as they watched along with the video. Laughing softly at a few parts that showed up in the video

All of them let out shocked noises when they all watched Alfred bitch slap the Warden like he was a fly

None of them noticed when the door opened when Bruce got home. He immediately went to the kitchen where Alfred was making a few sandwiches

Walking up to the counter, Bruce looked at Alfred while asking him why the internet is showing he basically broke a convict out of prison

Cutting the crust off the sandwiches, Alfred countered that without an actual crime being committed by the person, it wasn't breaking a convict out

Bruce was utterly unimpressed as he crossed his arms saying they had to go back to the asylum where they were placed by the police

Alfred puts the last sandwich on the plate before looking directly into Bruce's eyes

"Alright."

Bruce furrowed his brow in confusion. There was no way it was going to be that easy for Alfred to agree

"You have to break the news of taking the child back though."

There it was

Bruce held his gaze as he raised a brow. He could easily find a way to explain the whole situation and why it would be best-

The tugging on his suit jacket pulled Bruce out of his thoughts. Looking down, he saw a curious face looking back at him

"I have juice, please?"

Bruce had not expected someone who barely even reached his knee to be the child in question. He was thinking maybe it was a teenager who was on the younger looking side of the spectrum

He really needed to talk to his assistant about showing him more detailed photos next time

Bruce looked back at Alfred, who simply raised a brow in response

Cue the whole Batfam on or around the couch while watching a movie. Bruce sending messages to his assistant to remind him to schedule different doctors appointments with little Giggles cuddled up on his lap

No one knew the kids actual name so they were just going with it because it made the kid happy to be called that

Dick was on the end as he quickly took a selfie with Bruce patting Giggles' head as they showed him the stuffed Batman while drinking from a juice box. The others in various lounging positions close by while eating the sandwiches Alfred provided

He put it on his story with the caption 'Bruce is putting this kid in his will right now, I swear'

The peaceful atmosphere was broken when Alfred came walking in with Commissioner Gordon walking in with a deep frown

He looked at Bruce as he explained that Giggles had to go back to the asylum due to the safety of the city

All the boys stared at him with looks of disinterest as they silently dared him to try

Gordon let out a sigh as he explained that Giggles was placed in the care of the city after the bust had happened, so technically the Wayne's would potentially face kidnapping charges if they didn't give the kid to him

Alfred cleared his throat as he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Gordan

He looked it over for a moment before taking in a deep breath while rubbing his temple

He handed the paper back as he mumbles that he doesn't get paid enough. He begins walking away with a small wave goodbye as he quickly leaves the manor

Bruce looks at Alfred as he asks what the paper was. It gets handed to him as a confused look crosses Bruce's face because when the hell did he sign adoption papers

Alfred explains he had messaged Bruce's lawyer earlier hand had it drawn up that afternoon. The signature was easy to get because he had a stamp for emergency reasons

Dick can't help himself as he takes another picture for the scene and posts it on the Bruce's personal account with the caption 'He adopted the kid and didn't even know it'

Dick and Jason laugh to one another as they whisper to themselves about how Giggles is going to loose it when they find out who Batman really was

#batman #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam x reader #batfam imagine

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crippleprophet · 8 months

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rules of engagement before we begin: do not seek the original post out to interact with it negatively or harass op in any way. if i find out about anybody doing that sort of shit i’ll block them so quick it’ll be the fastest i’ve moved all year. ok thx here we go

[image description: three screenshots of a post with the username blacked out. the introductory & closing paragraphs are as follows, & the bullet points will be listed within the body of this post. the introduction reads:

nobody warns you this but addiction happens without you noticing and one of the first things that it attacks is your ability to care. if you find yourself using recreational drugs every day, stop and take one day a week sober. if you struggle with this or if you don't see the point of the exercise, you are likely already addicted and you need help.

nobody ever taught me the warning signs for drug addiction, only that "it costs lots of money and destroys your life!!!1" which is not helpful if you can't recognize a developing addiction in yourself. so here's some things to watch out for with recreational drug use.

the conclusion reads: yes this applies to weed. weed is a drug and you can get addicted to it like any other substance. addiction is not the same as physical dependence; it is psychological and it can happen to anyone. you are not immune to addiction. end image description.]

now! fundamentally why i will never align with this kind of perspective is that i affirm addiction as a social construct, like all so-called mental illnesses, & the psychiatric institution which invents & reifies them as a fucking sham.

answer quickly:

what substances is it possible for one to become addicted to? does this include caffeine? why or why not?

is the claim of sugar addiction legitimate or anti-fat pseudoscience? what, if anything, differentiates this from other addiction science?

what is the harm of the so-called opioid epidemic: access to a safe supply of narcotics, or the lack thereof?

can an autistic person who eats the same dinner every night, for example, be said to be “psychologically addicted” to it if they have a meltdown & subsequent ongoing distress + disinterest in food when it is discontinued?

can you be addicted to psychiatric medication? immunosuppressants? why or why not?

my point is less that these behaviors are not indicative of addiction but rather that that wouldn’t inherently make them harmful. fuck it, let’s take it point by point!

planning your day around drugs e.g "i'll give myself an extra half hour before heading out so i can get high first"

this whole post had me asking “literally what is the problem with this,” starting with this first bullet! why does someone need to leave for the grocery store at 5:30 instead of 6, or whatever? and the other recurring theme: what happens if you replace “drugs” with “pain management”? (chronic pain is not the only valid reason to get high—all reasons for drug use are equally value-neutral—but it certainly still is one.) “i’ll give myself an extra half hour before heading out for my pain management to start working” is the kind of calculation familiar to most people with chronic pain. “stop and take one day a week without pain management” is not a test of whether you “need help,” it’s torture.

now, disregarding one’s priorities or commitments to other people in favor of drugs can happen, & in many circumstances it’s harmful to the other people impacted. that’s not what was said here, & stopping that behavior does not require getting sober.

rapidly switching emotions around drugs. you love them but you hate that you love them so much. you hate the way you feel on them but you hate being sober. feeling guilty after using even when you didn't give a crap beforehand.

do you know what else i love but hate that i love, what else i hate using? my fucking bed. three years ago, my mobility scooter. this is not a logical argument, this is a bullshit argument. my feelings about something do not inherently reflect its harm to others – or to myself, even, though i firmly argue for the right to make “self-harmful” decisions regardless.

you know what people hate being on but hate worse being off? the vast fucking majority of medications.

why might a drug user start to feel guilty when they previously didn’t? being shamed by friends, family, or a fucking tumblr post; surpassing a constructed threshold of “acceptable” use they didn’t know they’d internalized; experiencing new or greater access issues; beginning to probe their morality around drugs & unpack things they were taught; experiencing consequences of criminalization; getting triggered.

caring less about spending money. if you are budgeting for drugs like they are food, you are likely prioritizing them more than is healthy.

“if you are budgeting for pain management like it’s as important as food, you are likely prioritizing it more than is healthy.” health is absolutely useless as a value for me anyway, but: the food’s no good if i’m too nauseous or too dead to eat it.

prioritizing drugs over other people’s financial needs is harmful! this wouldn’t happen if food & drugs were provided to people; some people wouldn’t need as many drugs if their needs were met otherwise; people’s needs being met shouldn’t be dependent on their parent / partner / self not using drugs; this harm is not what the bullet says.

getting high to do household chores and other unpleasant things because it would suck less and be more bearable on drugs

“things should suck. because god wills it i said so.”

feeling anxious or restless while sober, not knowing what to do with oneself, feeling lost or ungrounded.

again just. what’s the problem with that. so what if being sober sucks or is boring or stressful or demanding. so what if someone decides to deal with that sober or decides to use more because of that. who gives a shit.

thinking about doing drugs constantly even while sober. maybe it's the first thing you think of when you wake up. maybe when you're bored or otherwise have free time, drugs are one of the first things you can think of to occupy yourself with.

“thinking about getting better pain management constantly when you’re in pain”

i feel like you’re gonna tell me the only thing that can really take my pain away is jesus

again like. what is the problem with doing drugs because you’re bored. why do i need to occupy myself, what, fucking productively?

going to work or school while under the influence, especially if it happens regularly and if you're seeing your performance suffer as a result.

what’s wrong with going to school high. derailing a class discussion is a dick move, maybe, but that’s not inherent to being high. work & performance are both very broad terms – a surgeon or someone operating heavy machinery not being sober is putting others at risk of harm in a way a cashier is not.

the idea of taking a 'tolerance break' sounds good to you until it's actually break time, at which point you can come up with 20 very reasonable sounding points to explain why it wouldn't benefit you actually and you should just keep doing drugs regardless.

y’all think this is incredibly circular logic too right? “drugs are bad, so telling yourself drugs are not bad is proof that they’re bad.” took me right back to the sunday school classroom and i wish i was fucking exaggerating. it’s an argument founded upon the inherent wrongness of trusting yourself – what you want to do must be wrong because you want it. this is one of the points that’s a more solid indicator of, like, “congrats! you’re now in circumstances doctors are salivating to psychiatrize as XYZ Use Disorder,” but that doesn’t make it any less nonsense as a moral argument.

even if you succeed at quitting the drug, you keep your dealer's number on your phone "just in case"

so what. what’s wrong with giving yourself the continual autonomy to choose whether or not to do drugs. what’s wrong with quitting drugs for a while and starting using again.

you pretend to be sober when you aren't. you worry about other people noticing how much time you spend high. you make efforts to hide your drug use or minimize how much other people think you're using. you're scared of other people's judgement if they were to find out.

this one might be the most ludicrous to me, which is really saying something. “if other people being bigoted towards drug users makes you pretend to use less than you do, that’s your fault & not theirs.” cool! thanks for the quick heads up to not believe a word you say!

you have mood swings laced with self-hatred, regret, financial worries, and guilt. these mood swings are then very quickly wiped away by feelings of "but it doesn't matter, i can do what i want, and clearly i'm doing just fine while using drugs frequently". news flash, if you are rapidly switching between feeling numb-ok and hating yourself more than anything because of your drug use, you are mentally ill.

again, “the norm knows you better than you know yourself, you can’t listen to yourself, the body is wrong, wanting is wrong, pleasure is wrong, you are wrong wrong wrong.” but god, what a beautiful example of how oppression is psychiatrized: it’s not enough for the oppression to have worked, the system must then convince us that the effects of it working are our own fault. it’s not enough to just kill us with us fully aware of the knife, it’s gotta convince us we’re bleeding out for no reason. if you want any moments of pleasure during your miserable godforsaken little life you’d better put your nose back on the goddamn grindstone and repent. everything around you for your entire life has told you to hate yourself for your drug use but if the combined force of that violence works you are mentally ill, and that is the worst crime of all.

according to this post, when is it okay to use drugs, then? well, not planned into your day, and not at work or school, but not when you’re bored or have been thinking about it too much, and not if anyone who’d judge you or you don’t trust knowing you’re high or you just don’t want knowing is around, and not if you don’t want to quit, but also not if you’ve quit already. you have to hate your drug use otherwise that’s proof it’s attacked your ability to care but hating your drug use is proof you should stop. #JustSayNo

#& yes i wrote this stoned #substance use #drug use #addiction #drugs #long post #stigma #mac.txt

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ipegchangbin · 1 year

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— smudgeproof

sub!model!felix x dom!makeup artist!reader

There’s a new lipstick that claims to be make-out-proof. You, with your makeup expertise, naturally decide to test it on your model boyfriend, Felix: except he’s the one that gets to wear it.

🏷 gender neutral afab reader (they/them pronouns, no specifics), smut, fluff, some humor, established relationship, porn with barely any plot.

🏷 petnames “mommy” and “baby girl,” unprotected sex, feminization kink, slight oral and hand fixation, marking, butt plug (felix using), thigh riding, fingering (felix receiving), overstimulation, male squirting, lots of teasing, voyeurism mention, no specifics about y/n’s physique.

w/c: 8.8k

a/n: happy (hopefully not late) valentine’s day! to celebrate, i finally present to you the long overdue felix-gets-fucked fic! based on my thought piece, this concept has been on my mind ever since. i kept rewriting this fic but i drew the header art so fast LMAO icb i finished it!! otherwise, enjoy!

18+ only. minors do not interact.

On slow days, you would often find yourself bored in the makeup store. Your boyfriend, Lee Felix, would probably be just as bored, sitting in the chair of his set. Your notifications were as empty as the barren shop.

After two aimless scrolls down your Instagram feed, you realized that you hadn’t posted anything recently and hadn’t texted Felix that day.

The afternoon sun brought in waves of humid air throughout the city, setting everyone back from a trip around the shops. You peered over at the conversation with your boyfriend as you thought about ways to kill time.

It wasn’t uncommon to go for a while without contacting each other. It had been years since you two became official, after all, and comfortable silence had become a given that you both simply indulged in. That didn’t take your mind off of the boredom, though, and your fingers itched to do something. They found Felix’s contact on your phone, bedazzled with an embarrassing nickname and profile picture.

It stung to think that if you weren’t looking at his endearing profile, you would instead settle for some sort of creeping guilt of not posting anything on your social media page after a while. Either way, you shot him a message.

you: lix, wya? you: im bored as hell

Considering Felix’s work as a professional model, he would probably reply in less than ten minutes. You thought to turn your phone off and play with the freshly-cleaned makeup brushes on the makeup store’s vanity counter while waiting.

But this is Lee Felix, the sunshine of your days, and you didn’t have to wait any longer than two seconds.

lixie: Am at the shoot I told u about lixie: Bored too tbh LOL

Even if he typed in a silly way, you couldn’t help but love him.

He’d always been your go-to person to unwind and be yourself around. Starting as best friends gave you both a jumpstart to be comfortable around the other. People would say it worked a little too well especially since you two had become the most seriously unserious couple in the creative industry.

That fact made him understand you more than anyone else: you were both creatives. Your heart belonged to the artistic liberties of makeup and beauty, while his heart belonged to the ethereal realm of modeling and fashion. Your two hearts found each other, which was almost perfect for the adjacent businesses. He collaborated with you on makeup challenges. You came to his sets as his “preferred makeup artist.” He understood you whenever you ranted about stupid trends and declining engagement in your channels.

With that, could tell him about your uneventful day and equally uneventful social media pages, but you refrained from complaining more than dropping a passing mention.

you: idrk what to do there are no customers you: and i havent posted anything new you: but its not like theres much to do lixie: Well you’re the genius one here! lixie: Got art block or something?

The prompt response caught you off guard. Almost as if you have forgotten, this was Felix, and he always sensed whenever something was wrong.

As if he had some sort of radar or emotion detector, he always just knew how you were. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had always been in the proximity of your face, observing your concentration as you put eyeliner on him before shooting. Maybe that connection stuck with him after years of being together, and it had remained strong to the point that he could feel it from miles away, staring emptily into the face of some other random MUA.

Alas, you found yourself overthinking again. You would rather overthink about your relationship than your semi-abandoned creative efforts, though.

you: well i guess you can call it that. im just conscious since i havent really posted you: idk what to do next. ive done everything lixie: How about, “Boyfriend does my makeup drunk edition”? :D you: boring ! lixie: “Makeup tut but bf does my voiceover”? :D you: just because it got views doesnt mean its worth doing a fifth time >:(( lixie: I’m kidding LOL

The scowl on your face reflected on the mirror sitting in front of you. You knew that if only Felix saw it right now, he would have lost his mind trying to turn it upside down.

You were right though. You two did everything.

My boyfriend does my makeup? Done, and he did an okay job at it. “The boy beat” makeup tutorial featuring Felix? Damn right he did. Boyfriend does my voiceover? It was so good that you guys did it four times and everyone fell in love with the deep timbre of his voice contrasted with his surprising amount of knowledge. Even if it was easy to collaborate with him, it was hard to create something new and unique. On the contrary, your audience fell in love with you two. It’s nice to watch a model and a stylist practice their art together.

Lost for ideas, you decided just to tease him instead.

lixie: So? No ideas in that pretty head? you: i got one thing in mind lixie: And what might that be? you: having you here you: in my arms you: to kiss up and call pretty :>

It was a thing that you usually did since you loved how he always reacted so pricelessly. He didn’t disappoint with his response, the notifications popping up not even half a minute after your last message.

lixie: HNDNSABNNDJS lixie: Don’t tease me unprompted!! lixie: ;__;

You’re so grateful that he’s always up to play with you.

You thought deeply — too deeply for a situation like this — and scanned the store shelves and storage room for ideas.

You wondered what he would be up to right now.

Felix was stunned.

Done-up in the most expensive face and hairstyle he’s rocked to date, adorned with an unbuttoned suit jacket that one could only dream to wear, he was supposed to look like the stunner. His pecs were only barely hidden and the midsection of his upper body was almost entirely exposed.

Instead, he was the speechless one. He wasn’t shocked by the cold air seeping through his revealing outfit, but his hair raised at your messages.

Your teasing usually should not affect him this much, but today, it was something different. The whole day, all he could think about was you. His mind went to your first meeting. Earlier, he got deja vu as one of the stylists applied lipstick on him. It felt familiar, the feeling of a senior stylist’s hand resting on his face as a brush glided along the perimeter of his mouth. All it lacked was the stunning view of your face in particular. It reminded him of the first time you ever laid eyes on him, and it was to check on his eyeshadow. You stared at each other for too long, exchanged numbers after the shoot, and the rest was history.

He was pissed, to say the least, that you weren’t the assigned stylist for the shoot this time. Nothing could ever compare to the focused look you gave him as you fixed the corners of his mouth with the smooth swipe of your pinky finger.

He craved that touch again.

“Yo,” a dragged-out sigh whisked through the air. “You’ll catch a fly in your mouth if you keep that jaw open.”

Felix looked up from his phone to find Hyunjin, his best friend and one of the junior photographers on set, eyeing his reflection in the mirror. He had his bleached blond hair half-up, tied messily to complete his so-called “intern look.” Most of the senior directors and photographers on set confused him for a model.

“Am I interrupting some kinda internal monologue sesh?” Hyunjin smiled, leaning behind Felix’s chair, raising a brow at him through the reflection.

“No, I just—”

“He’s thinking about Y/N again.” Jeongin, their other best friend, popped from behind the vanity, carrying Hyunjin’s abandoned camera.

The two were interns at the studio. Both were very bored art students looking for a job to pass the time by. Jeongin was there to work as a personal assistant and was mistaken for a stylist considering his fashion sense. His behavior around set proved otherwise, though, since he spent the entire day prodding at everyone’s business.

Felix was no exception as a victim.

“Imagine flirting online,” Hyunjin chuckled while reaching for the camera. Jeongin handed it out to him, only to swing his arm back, teasing the older.

Jeongin dismissed the frown on Hyunjin’s face and fiddled with the camera. “Yeah, cut your significant other some slack, they must be busy at the store or something,” he added.

“Nah, they aren’t.”

Hyunjin snagged the camera back. “Editing a Youtube video?”

“That’s exactly why they messaged me. They asked for ideas for a new video.” Felix sat back and redirected his eyes back to the conversation on his phone. The other two slowly turned their heads to each other.

“Wow! Did you hear that, Innie? They messaged him!” Hyunjin yelped.

“Lix didn’t message first? Unheard of!” Jeongin gasped.

“Cut it out, overdramatic cunts.” The accent made the last word roll off Felix’s tongue in a heavy and aggressive accent. “I want to help them this once. Shoo. Leave me be.”

“Oh, why are you getting all worked up, man?” The younger placed his hands on Felix’s shoulders and wiggled them.

Actually — why was he getting all worked up? Everything seemed off: he wasn’t the type to get annoyed easily like that.

He would have defended himself, but he thought it over. Not only had he been unusually sentimental while getting ready, but even as the day started, he was already rolling off to a rough start. He barely got out of bed, reaching out to you from the side and asking for longer morning cuddles specifically from you. He had been so clingy all day that the silence and afternoon heat killed him from looking forward to anything else but you.

A discussion brewed between the menaces as Felix thought about it. “Innie, you know, he couldn’t even hit the poses right. The director felt bad because our bro didn’t seem into it.”

Felix’s cheeks flushed upon hearing that. “No way, Hyune,” the other replied.

Oh god, Felix thought.

He swatted embarrassing thoughts away from his head to not get teased any further by his own friends. His thoughts — and something else — were hindering him from doing anything physically. The poor boy couldn’t even shift in his seat from embarrassment. It’s not that he didn’t want to physically fidget, he just couldn’t. His entire body froze, but he also just could not move by any means. It would be uncomfortable for him, and it wasn’t just because the clothes restricted him.

Something underneath his clothes would shift too and pierce his body with shockwaves. Before that could, though, his phone vibrated before he did.

you: babe! you: had a breakthrough so big i said eureka out loud in the store [you sent a photo]

Felix immediately opened the notifications and observed the sent messages. He opened the photo even before it loaded. When it did, he nearly melted in his seat.

You supposedly sent him a picture of a product that you found. By the looks of it, you probably thought of doing a product review of it, but that wasn’t the first impression he got from the picture. The first thing he saw was your face, winking with a toothy grin, your beautiful hand holding the product up next to your cheek.

God, you were all sorts of stunning to him.

lixie: OMHJYGOD YOUre so pretty you: dont look at me, silly! you: look at this lipstick. its so funny

For a moment, he didn’t listen. His eyes were still fixated on everything from your expression, to your features, to the nails that you just got done holding up the product. As if he had gone stupid, he had to blink and shake his head before formulating a reply that made sense.

lixie: LMFAOOOO THE NAME you: its not the name baby lixie: WHAT SHADE COLOR IS THAT LMAOOO you: the shade looks fine, look at the label! lixie: What’s it say you: the label claims its make-out proof lixie: ??!!! LOL

Of course, he didn’t make any sort of sense whatsoever. His two friends watched him frantically type away, barely being able to process anything from the mere sight of you.

“Bro’s deluded,” Jeongin whispered.

“Bro’s fucking horny,” Hyunjin commented, squinting at his friend.

you: you sound so funny baby you: anyway i was thinking i should review it you: but can you join me? i wanna try something

It felt like something broke inside of him. A shot of excitement ran through his system, hitting down until his core — oh shit that hurt.

He tried to twist his lower half again, fidgeting in his seat, but it grew harder for him to do so. With tears in his eyes, he jolted up, attempting to focus on the conversation.

lixie: Sure, what do you want me to do? lixie: Won’t you just do an application and wear test thing? you: mmm i guess u can say that you: but im making it a lil different lixie: How so?

The intrigue bit his tongue and Felix attempted to swallow it. The staff around him were wrapping up the shoot, pushing equipment back in their places, and some started to leave as soon as the director announced the last “cut.” He, however, was glued to the vanity chair, shaking in anticipation.

you: im gonna put it on you baby <3

Felix’s eyes widened.

It didn’t matter how many times you placed makeup on him, nor did it matter how many times he joined you in your antics. There were too many things going on in his head that toyed with his thought process and everything that came with it. He didn’t exactly know why, but a knot formed in his stomach. He grew nervous and just knew that you were up to something sinister.

lixie: But how are we gonna do the wear test? I already got my face done and half the day has passed, I’m even done w my part of the shoot you: you dont get it ??? lixie: I don’t get it!! you: ill put it on you when you get here. and were not just testing how long it wears regularly, were testing what the label says you: ill be there in 10mins love you baby

He sat back, looked up from his phone, and his gaze zeroed in on his reflection, attempting to focus on the thought. How would you conduct a different kind of wear test? In terms of makeup, a wear test would simply be to spend a full day with the product on and to see if it still holds its place at the end of it. It had already been well past afternoon by that time and it wasn’t like there were many other things to do that could budge the lipstick aside from dinner. He always trusted your genius, but he knew that there was more to this.

Felix blinked, once, twice, and then stared.

Were you…going to test if it was really make-out proof?

The world around him seemed to dim — it did, since the studio lights were turning off and the senior stylists urged Jeongin to wake the model up from his short-circuiting brain to change out of the clothes.

That is if Felix could still respond before the horniness consumed him.

lixie: Wait lixie: Don’t tell me lixie: DON’T TELL ME lixie: You’ll test it by putting it on me lixie: AND THEN MAKE OUT WITH ME?????? [Read 2:50 PM] lixie: Y/N!!! Answer me!!! [Delivered, unread 2:51 PM]

The cogs in his head accelerated before banging to a full stop, clinks and clanks ringing through his ears at his very slow realization.

“Congrats, smartypants, you figured it out.” Hyunjin scoffed from behind him.

“Dude—wait, hey! Have you been watching me the whole time?!”

“You should be more secretive,” Jeongin giggled. “Get those privacy screen protectors or something. Now we know what poor Y/N has to deal with every day.”

“And stop getting your thoughts tangled in horny next time you text,” Hyunjin elbowed the poor model boy, fiddling with his camera as if nothing happened. “Don’t worry. Your secrets and online PDA are safe with us.”

Felix’s face was washed without color. His jaw hung open both at his friends’ antics and your devilish plans.

“I’m looking forward to that review,” Jeongin added before walking away, teasingly pushing Felix’s shoulder on the way out. “Not that I’ll use it or anything.”

The two friends left the set side-eyeing and giggling at Felix.

—

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to the studio to pick your boyfriend up.

“Hi, darling.” Felix’s greeting and nervous smile lit up the quiet air and darkness of your car. He got in the passenger seat and immediately leaned in to kiss your cheek.

He was trembling.

You had to laugh. “Hey, babe. What’s got you shaken up?”

“Long day.”

“That’s it?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Long because of you,” he said, scrunching his nose. “Kept teasing me.”

“Aw, don’t sulk, silly.” You cooed at him, “Save the pout for later, baby. We’re going home.”

Maybe it was the combination of inhaling your expensive signature scent and hearing the sound of your voice again that made him tingle all over. Maybe it had to do with the curling corners of your mouth that gave Felix all the information he needed in the world. Maybe it was the fact that you held the back of his seat as the car reversed, and the action looked undeniably sexy.

Felix lifted a leg to cross over the other, but it only ever made him look more uncomfortable throughout the entire car ride home. Though concerned, you didn’t point it out, and instead continued to drive.

His chest was heaving and he internally scolded himself for acting like a bitch in heat.

The both of you arrived home sooner than expected.

The tunes that you played earlier in the car ride home stuck in Felix’s head. He wondered if the song choice of a sultry voice singing about “wants and needs” was deliberate. It was your playlist, and if you intended to include subliminal messaging, then it worked like a charm on him.

He had been worked out to the point he couldn’t face you. The moment he laid eyes on you again in your apartment’s living room, he shied away almost immediately.

You caught his averting gaze, though, and disallowed him from living it down. “Is there something on my face, baby?”

Baby. He could spend a lifetime just listening to you calling him that name. The way it sounded so natural coming from you made him melt.

He also could not stop staring at your lips. You always wore a certain gloss no matter the occasion. Even if it was your signature, Felix couldn’t help but stare, and it didn’t make his situation any better. In fact, it got worse, and it felt like the straining in his pants could explode.

“Mm, ‘s nothing, Y/N.”

“You sure?” You prodded. “Your friends kept waving at me and they looked back at you earlier.”

“Ah, please don’t mind them.” He scoffed. “They were being cheeky cunts.”

“That’s a funny way to put it.”

“Anyway, how are we gonna do th-the…uh, the thing…?” Felix stammered, playing with his fingers instead of looking you in the eye.

“Oh, glad you mentioned it!” You hurriedly grabbed the three tiny boxes in your bag. “I got a bit excited over it. Look at this!”

There was nothing too remarkable about the boxes. They looked like basic products, but the huge bolded font on the product labels caught his eye. “It’s more of a stain or something. The label says it can survive five consecutive make-out sessions before a singular budge.”

“It’s…interesting, yeah.” Felix blinked. You chuckled, nodding at his reasonable reaction. “So…y-you’ll put that on me.”

“Yep.”

“And then we kiss.”

“Make-out,” you corrected. Your voice was clear and slightly stern, but the smile that formed on your face sent him in shivers.

The familiarity in your features contrasted with whatever stunts you were going to pull on him sent his head into a haze.

“Anything wrong with it?”

“No,” he shook his head.

“Lix, baby, just be clear with me.” You inched closer to him, bringing your hands to his plump freckle-spotted cheeks. “You don’t mind that I’ll record this and post it?”

“Of course, I don’t mind. I just…” Felix sighed.

“…Just curious, what are you planning to show in the video?”

“I’m gonna show the application, I’ll start by putting it on you.”

The heat rushed to Felix’s face as numerous thoughts clouded his mind as he visualized everything in his mind.

“We’re gonna kiss for a brief moment in the video, probably make out and do…whatever,” you winked shyly. “It’s only gonna be brief. Gotta keep it within community guidelines.”

One of your hands made its way down to his hip. You pulled him closer. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat from gulping back an otherwise embarrassing sound.

You had to wonder if he was hiding anything causing him discomfort there.

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

Felix bit his lip. “A hundred percent sure.”

“If you don’t want—”

“I want…it,” he whispered under his breath. “I want you.”

He flashed a weak smile. He was incredibly excited, but he was losing composure and he didn’t exactly know why.

He was about to melt in your hands but you held him up and adjusted your set-up for the video with an equally beautiful smile.

—

Three, two, one, action.

The camera rolled and you felt the familiar rush of adrenaline surge through you. Impressively, you thought you would have lost your spark at content creation, but posing in front of the ring light felt refreshing.

“It’s been a long time coming y’all,” you waved, “but I’m back! And guess who I’m with!”

Felix stared at the camera for a moment, his eyes flicking back to you for a split second. It was his cue to wave as well.

“Ah, hi, everyone!”

“Still handsome and meek as always,” you teased. “He still has a bit of makeup on since he came from a shoot.”

Your hand ran down the side of his neck. You felt the goosebumps rise from his skin.

“Anyway, today I’ll be starting a series of videos covering weird products and their weird claims. We’re starting strong with this funky new liquid lipstick from…B.Me Cosmetics.”

Taking the tube out of its package, you examined it and showed it to the phone camera. You swatched a shade on the back of your hand. Differing from a bullet lip, it had a liquid formula that boasted a unique, pseudo-gloss satin finish.

“It claims to be smudge-proof, make-out-proof, everything-proof. Can last five rounds of kissin’ and smoochin’ I assume.” You said many things that Felix didn’t even dare to process.

Felix simply watched your hands delicately hold the product. His gaze was fixated on your nails, fingers, and everything about you that wasn’t the lipstick.

“But oh no no, I’m not testing it on myself. Well, kinda, but Lixie over here is gonna be my test subject.” You swung an arm over Felix, dragging him down to the height of the phone, showing everyone his nervous yet precious face. He eyed up at you with what seemed to be hearts in his pupils.

“Let’s first see how this goes on, hmm?”

You walked a bit away to grab two chairs: one was velvety and comfortable, while the other was taller and had regular cushions. The first was the same chair your clients usually sat on, and the second was your working chair. You urged him to sit down, patting the seat as a signal.

The moment he sat down, Felix started trembling. His knees looked like they were about to give in and his thighs took a moment to settle onto the velvet.

“Everything alright?” You whispered.

He wordlessly nodded back at you. Unknown to you, though, he bit back a noise. He didn’t mind the sharp pulsing pain when he finally got the courage to look up fully, of course with the guidance of your thumb and index finger propping up his chin.

It felt like handling a little kitten in your hands.

“Which shade, which shade…” You took the other bottles out of the bold box packaging and waved them out in front of Felix’s lips. It either would have been a rosy nude color, a deep red, or a bright cherry pinkish-red.

You tapped the tube of the last color against your boyfriend’s bottom lip, watching his cheeks pout slightly at the action. You quietly settled on the cherry color, to Felix’s apparent delight.

“Would you look at that?” You cupped his face with one hand, holding the lipstick on your free one. You faced him towards the camera, relishing in the sight of his cheeks puffing up in your palm. “Call me biased or whatever, but his lips are some of the prettiest I’d ever seen.”

Before he could indulge in the praise though, you urged him to open his mouth. He didn’t prepare for any of this and not your next course of action.

You slotted the bottle in between Felix’s teeth and kept it in place even after unscrewing the applicator off. He bit slightly and carefully to keep the bottle in place without damaging it. If he were a nervous wreck then, he became overly anxious now. You, however, in full focus, took the applicator of the liquid lipstick and slid it along his top lip. The cold sensation of the new foreign product on his mouth made him squirm slightly, though you held him firmly in place with your hand.

“So fitting that his lips are shaped like a heart. He’s so kissable.” You smooched the air while cleaning up the perimeter of his lips, teasing him.

Wished I kissed you right now, huh? Felix could hear that in your voice and he let it echo in his pretty little head. Alas, he couldn’t retaliate nor speak back at all. He couldn’t even dip his head in embarrassment. Your eyes were trained on the brush you flicked, almost dismissive of your own flirting and it mismatched the smirk that adorned your mouth after teasing.

It was the exact kind of look he’s seen many times before. The exact look he fell in love with when you first met.

It’s the look he would get off to almost every night.

You finished off applying the lipstick and it was impressively smooth. You took the bottle from his teeth and sighed. The color made his mouth look irresistibly edible. It would take you three marathons and a trip to the moon to admit that you were starting to feel just as affected as Felix by the sight of his pouty mouth.

“Rub those pretty lips for me, baby.”

Only you could say those words to him the way that you do. Felix felt multiple urges rummaging through his system at once. He could almost cry from wanting to say something, to call out your name, to moan it, to whine and whimper, and melt in your arms as if nobody were watching.

The eyes of the world were on him, though, and all he could do was comply. He rubbed his lips together and pouted them out with a smack.

“Good job, baby.” You rubbed his chin with your thumb. He felt fire surging within his heart.

He knew that you knew what you were doing. It was only you, after all, who knew how to push his buttons in the right places. Unlike Hyunjin nor Jeongin, it took you no effort and no risks to leave him a mentally jumbled mess; not agitated, but certainly needy.

You were still sticking to a mental script, though. “How does it feel? Chalky? Rough? Sticky…?”

“I-It’s smooth. Feels thin.” He felt his tongue almost twist in his mouth from trying to speak when he was physically weakening over you.

“Seems like a good formula,” you giggled.

He watched as you turned your back on him, explaining bits of beauty jargon that he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. His vision seemed to blur as a need to satisfy the growing discomfort in his pants overwhelmed him. It all snapped away for a second when you switched the angle of your phone and pulled him up by his arms, leading him in front of the couch.

All of a sudden, you rubbed a circle around the base of his wrist. You looked up at him with eyes that demanded something from him. It was dark yet inviting as if he had just eyed down a wolf threatening to eat him whole.

The gesture was your signal that you wanted to fuck him then and there.

Felix finally didn’t have to keep to himself.

“Time to test how good it wears,” you smirked at him.

Felix’s eyes were focused on yours. He didn’t move an inch as your fingers crawled from his jaw to his cheek. You glanced at your phone, propped up on the countertop, to check if it was recording. When you looked back, your eyes met Felix’s red lips.

You were so glad that you picked that shade. The makeup line released a ton of colors and your mind folded into itself when you realized how many there were. It was almost overwhelming to choose a shade for your boyfriend: you wanted to see him with a pinky nude on his lips, but you also thought the dark berry shade looked pretty.

As a trained makeup artist, you had a knack for figuring out which hues elevated which skin tones. Of all people, you knew Felix’s skin would match the slightly muted, pinkish cherry satin stain.

You should know this. You’ve seen his skin flush many times before, that would be more than enough to be familiar with the hues of his delicious skin.

You were the reason why he would constantly blush, after all. His skin would burn under your slightest touch, but it would flare up until his freckles darkened each time you held him down on your hips and called him pretty. His cheeks would turn as red as the tip of his cock every time you squeezed it lightly.

Before you could think of any more, you tapped your boyfriend’s cheek. His face burned into a shade not far from the color of his lipstick.

“Are you sure you want to record this with me?” You asked, eyes scanning his face for second thoughts.

Felix almost forgot that you needed a clip of the both of you briefly kissing. He nodded after a second, confusion snapping into realization as you smiled at him. He seemed to be lost in thought, too: maybe he was nervous, maybe he was thinking of the same things you thought about. Either way, he simply answered with a smirk and the faintest giggle.

“Yeah. I’m game.”

You were on a mission to prove that this lip product could not budge after an intense make-out session. Now, you — and maybe Felix — wanted to see if it could survive intense sex, too.

All it took were two inches forward: you grabbed his hands dangling in front of you and closed in. Your noses touched each other, the skin bumping softly before your lips slotted against his in the smoothest kiss possible. To his surprise, you started gently. He expected you to crash against his mouth. He expected you to rummage through the product sitting on his mouth right away, to test its strength as a long-lasting piece of makeup, but you didn’t.

Maybe he wanted you to be rough. He wanted it.

You could tell by the whimper he choked up behind the kiss. That, and his hands roamed around your arms and sides, pulling you closer.

“Getting a little excited now, are we?” You purred, pulling your face away from his. He hesitated to break the kiss, inching his lips closer to yours even as you talked.

“Sorry, s-sorry. Got a little carried away.”

You wondered what got him to be so clingy and affectionate. You’re well aware of him being loving and tender, but it’s another thing to have him smitten while you’re doing nothing special.

Little did you know that to him, everything involving you is special. Even the texts you sent earlier and the ones you sent before. He couldn’t stop thinking about them; who wouldn’t, especially when you were being such a tease?

He finally pulled his head back. “Smooth,” he whispered.

You thought to tease him. “The lipstick?”

“No,” Felix chuckled, “I meant you.”

Your hands traveled from up to his toned arms until one of them met the nape of his neck — his sensitive spot. You often called him a little kitten for enjoying being petted on that spot a little too much.

“So, did it rub off yet?” Your boyfriend managed to squeak, still affected by your antics.

His face was impossibly close to yours and you could feel the heat in his cheeks growing the more that he smiled at you. You stepped back to observe his face: apart from the blush on his cheeks, the lipstick was seemingly left unscathed. By the look on his face, he observed your lips, and there were no signs of product transferring.

He also just wanted to kiss it again.

You raised an eyebrow at the camera and shrugged. “I guess it survived round one.”

“That was round one?” Felix mirrored the look you gave your phone. “I thought we call that first base.”

Your head whipped back to him. He simply smirked back, feigning an angel’s smile.

You’ve dated him for a long while, and while he had always been silly, he had never been this way in front of the camera. You wondered if the shoot he did — or the staff he was with — earlier had anything to do with a sudden ego boost.

“Now you’re bold, baby.”

The nickname caused Felix’s smirking eyes into wide ones, the excitement writing itself everywhere on his face.

“Just wanna do more with you,” he teased back. “Do more rounds, test how much removes.”

He puckered his lips and pouted. It was a juicy invitation that you couldn’t turn down. Instead, you took it with a kiss — a deep kiss, one that made you inhale and caught him off guard.

It was still gentle and velvety. It felt like you both tasted clouds and nothing was in between. The hand on the nape of his neck ran up to his hair and back down almost instinctively, making Felix shake. Unable to focus on both the sensation of a passionate kiss, an overwhelming urge to breathe and process the suddenness, and the general feeling of being petted, his hands swung to your chest and squeezed.

“Ah! Felix!” You whispered loudly against his mouth, almost moaning at the sensation.

“Sorry! Force of habit,” he said.

“Gotta keep it PG, baby, I’m posting this.” He nodded assuringly at your words but his hands were crucially still on your chest, threatening to squeeze again.

After realizing this, he immediately attempted to pull his hands back, an apology dripping on the tip of his tongue. Instead, you surprisingly threw your hands on his wrists, caging his hands in place.

If that didn’t surprise him enough, you leaned in close to his face and kissed him once more. It was fiery this time; he felt your tongue darting at him while your teeth nipped slightly at his bottom lip before you pulled away. He gasped louder than he should have.

You giggled at his shock and nuzzled your face on his neck. “Sorry. Reflex.”

“But mommy—” Felix froze, realizing what he had just said. He didn’t mean to say that.

All the cockiness he displayed earlier fizzled out into thin air. You could feel the heartbeat in his neck thumping against your lips. From his eyes fluttered shut to wide open ones, you could see the embarrassment wash over him.

Sure, you two were doing something intimate, kissing and groping in front of the camera. He knew and trusted you enough to edit it out, but the idea that footage would have existed of him calling you that nickname…scared him. The camera watched him, the microphone picked up his low voice, and on the off-chance that this moment makes the cut, thousands of people would have seen it.

He’d gotten used to the idea that millions of people could pass by his face and body, but it’s different when he’s exposing a bit of himself that he only reserved for you — his “mommy.”

“Y/N… Shit, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t—”

“Oh baby, it’s okay.” You gave a reassuring look and a warm smile, shifting your position to hide his face away from the phone camera.

The pet name was his suggestion. The idea that you could hold this title as his dominant partner was something he never thought of telling you at first, but the moment he mentioned it, you indulged immediately. It was something so dear, so sweet, and soft, definitely making you less of an ominous presence to him in bed and more like a warm home he can return to. You loved it even if he didn’t expect you to.

Even while he’s embarrassed and fully vulnerable, he felt so safe, entrusted to the only one in his life that could take the title without judgment.

“Call me that as much as you want. I won’t show it,” you whispered. Felix nodded but you didn’t miss the tears threatening to form in his eyes.

“Mommy…” He inevitably gave up and dipped his head in the crook of your neck. You petted the back of his head again and kissed the side of his head, calming him with hushes and soft hums.

Before he could melt at your warm embrace, you took a few steps back. Felix whined and hoped to hug you for longer, only to watch you press the button on your phone to stop the recording. You shut the phone off, looked back at him, and smiled with your eyes.

He always valued your respect for his boundaries and the fact that you always made his comfort your top priority.

“We’re not done,” you inched closer, “the lipstick’s still on there.”

Because if you two were going to fuck comfortably, you two were still going to fuck.

Taking his arms and pulling them towards you, you prompted him to wrap himself around you as your lips crashed against his. You held him by his waist — it was remarkably small, toned, and muscled but definitely made for your hands to take it.

With force, you hugged his waist and carried him slightly, pushing you both on the couch. You sat on it while he was essentially hovering over your figure, his hips just above your lap.

“Mommy—g-god,” Felix gasped, muffled by another nudge of your mouth.

As if your brain switched off, your hands started going on their own. One was trained on his hip and the other snaked up his side and cupped his face, making him tremble at the sudden yet soft movements.

You were focused on the kiss but you just knew he looked gorgeous.

Of all the clients you put makeup on, your boyfriend always turned out the prettiest. Maybe it’s because his eyes seemed to shine with certain shadows on them. Maybe it’s the way his freckles peek through the base products. In this case, maybe it was the plumpness of his lips that you loved, covered in a flattering shade of red. Maybe that’s what was doing it for you.

“You’re so cute, baby,” you said, pausing the kiss.

Felix pouted. The pigment on his lips accentuated the curves of his mouth. “Not as cute as mommy.”

“Hm, thank you. But you’re my cute baby.”

Sometimes, you wonder how you got this to be so vulnerable, so whipped for you. It didn’t take him that long to warm up to you with this side of him, a side he so dearly hid from the rest of the world. It’s like this doll was made for you.

“Mommy,” Felix dragged out a whimper as he called you by the title. “Making me needy.”

“Don’t get impatient baby boy,” you whispered, a kiss on his temple following your sweet words.

While rolling your hips onto his, you thought about it what you said. You thought back to the last night he fell into this extremely submissive role. He’d always been the one under you and you’ve always been the one in control, but during that one night — similar to this one — he shyly asked you to call him a certain pet name. You loved it, probably more than he did, and you figured he might want to hear you say it again.

“Or are you my baby girl for tonight?”

“Mommy!” Felix scolded. If his cheeks were already flushed, his entire face heated up with a warmth that you simply indulged in. His ears and the corners of his eyes lit up with a blush tone that complimented and accentuated the cherry color that lined his shy smile.

He enjoyed the pet name too much, and he seemed to be threatened with memories of the same night the moment you said it.

“What? Don’t want to be my baby girl? It’s okay if you—”

“I’m mommy’s girl! Yeah, I’m their baby girl!”

Almost all traces of bass in Felix’s voice left the moment he squealed his response to you.

His eyebrows were slanting upwards like a needy puppy, his eyes sparkled as beads of tears sat on his eyelashes, and he wiggled his hips onto yours with a neediness you’ve seen many times before. He briefly whimpered again in a high pitch.

Being called that for the first time was as special to him as it was to you. It still landed him punches to the gut every time you said it. You would wonder why he loved it even if he was incredibly comfortable in his masculinity.

Maybe it made sense like that, considering he was wearing makeup while sitting on your lap.

You kissed him again and praised him until he gave into the burning sensations he felt from your overwhelmingly smooth graces around his body. With fast swipes, you pulled his plain shirt over his head, only to clothe him again with nothing but the warm embrace of your arms.

He moaned, writhed, and whined, adjusting his position on your lap until his legs were slotted against one of your thighs. Once he found his balance, he rutted against your leg, letting out a sound that he couldn’t resist.

“Didn’t even undress you yet, I still have pants on, and you’re already riding me?” You smiled widely at him. Felix huffed, unable to think, inhaling so that he wouldn’t drool on your shirt.

Or your chest, now that you abandoned your top in a flash, leaving it even harder for him to contain himself.

You took his lips into yours again, this time licking and biting his sweet mouth, allowing his tongue to slide against yours. It was messy and sloppy, just the way he needed it. You wondered if he had been craving this for so long and just couldn’t tell you.

Nevertheless, the next step was to take the bottoms off of your lower half and his own, but he paused your hands from reaching onto his crotch.

“W-Want mommy’s off first,” he sighed. It sounded more like a question now that his voice was so high and his tone was so soft. He was far from the boy whose mouth went foul over his own best friends at work.

His head was far gone, you figured.

Felix helped you pull your pants down, careful not to disrupt the current position that you were both in, only slightly lifting yourself off the couch. He sighed once he saw you, bare and beautiful, rid of anything that kept him from being horny the entire day.

He wanted you so bad.

“Baby girl, tell me,” it was your turn to pause his hands from reaching you.

“Is something bothering you?”

“No…not really a-a bother…” He pursed his lips.

He figured to rip the bandaid off and just show you the source of his discomfort—or, as it seems, the source of his pleasure.

“Baby girl, you…”

He revealed a pastel pink lacy fabric covering his private area. He was wearing panties.

“I…I got them from a PR package…from th-that one underwear company…” Felix justified, stuttering from both extreme embarrassment and arousal.

“It was supposed to be yours b-but I…liked it so much…a-and I wanted to…”

You couldn’t help but notice the drool threatening to fall from his tongue, glossing his lips. Distracted, you didn’t kiss him. You licked his mouth and bit his bottom lip again. The blood under his skin rushed to color his lips, emphasizing the pink-colored stain.

As you bit his lip, your fingers found the band of his panties, toying with the pink lace before slipping under it. The flesh — rather, his cock — was hard and pulsing. Felix moaned. His chest heaved from being unable to process everything at once.

“Baby girl’s clit is so hard for me already.” You pecked his cheek and let him whine. “You’ve been needy since earlier?”

“Y-Yeah, but, ‘m…not finished.” He mumbled under his breath. “Got more…to show you.”

He pulled his panties fully down, allowing his cock to bounce up. You couldn’t help but notice something at the base, but your suspicions were confirmed when he led one of your hands to touch his ass.

“You wore a butt plug the whole day?”

Felix’s face flushed into a shade similar, if not deeper than the cherry red he wore on his lips. At your words, he felt like crumpling into himself.

“It’s just for you. Thought y-you’d like it.”

All you could do in response was kiss him deeply and thrust your thigh up, hitting the plug deeper into his ass.

He moaned deliciously into the kiss and almost cried at the contact. It fucked with him — literally — the entire day and you made it all the better. Only that he had so little time to adjust before you gave him a dark look again.

“Mommy, what are you—”

He was shut up by you licking his mouth and your fingers filling up his hole.

“Your cunt’s so fucking wet, baby girl.” Your words left your system through gritted teeth, filtering your animalistic desire to ruin him even more than ever. “This pussy is mine and only mine.”

You bit his lip once more, sucking on the plump flesh before abandoning it. “Bet your toys can’t satisfy you as I do.”

“They d-don’t, mommy!” Felix was on the verge of tears, choking back sobs as your teeth found his jaw, peppering it with love bites lining his natural contour.

You started pumping your fingers up and down his ass, hitting his prostate with your fingertips over and over. “Can only take me inside your cunt.”

“Ah, god—fuck, mommy!” The delirious sounds escaping him as he scrambled to hold onto your body kept you going.

As if he noticed, he started grinding into the air next to your entrance. You took this as his usual sign that he wanted to please you too. Felix valued mutual pleasure and craved it as much as he craved the sloppy crashing of mouths on a couch.

“Take me like a good girl.” Your voice softened as you cooed. “Can you do it? Ride mommy’s fingers while fucking into me?”

He could only nod frantically, allowing the drool in his mouth to drop onto his cock.

The lipstick probably looked so messy by now.

You held his cock, lengthy and hard, and squeezed it in your free hand. “This is mommy’s to play with.”

Shoving it into your entrance, you curled your fingers deep onto Felix’s prostate, eliciting loud moans from either of you. Felix could scream from the sudden warmth enveloping his cock.

“Rub your clit against me,” you demanded, urging him to thrust his cock immediately. He complied only to start whining and crying out from the stimulation.

You leaned your head to the side and exposed your neck. With a subtle nod of your head, you invited him to bite your neck before his next thrust. Lightning bolts entered you when his teeth sunk into your skin for some semblance of comfort.

In turn, you kissed and sucked a spot on Felix’s shoulder. The biting sensation made him squirm away from you, but his noises only amplified when you latched onto a more sensitive spot above his freckled collarbone. It didn’t help that your fingers were practically exiting and entering his hole completely, filling and emptying him at a speed he almost couldn’t take.

The stimulation from all ends of his body caught up to him, release rumbling from his core up to his cock. He begged and pleaded and called your name multiple times as you did too. Felix readied for release but shocked himself when it came suddenly, almost without warning.

He started gushing just outside your entrance, the relief surging through his hips in waves: it had never happened to him before, but the slight amusement on his fucked-out face sent you over the edge too.

You came at the same time, your wetness coating the sides of your thighs and the cushions of the couch, the pool of both your juices mixing right under you.

It had to take you both several minutes to an hour of downtime before you both got up to clean. During that time, Felix held you close, trapping you in a warm cuddle.

“Y/N, I love you,” he whispered, his deep voice returning, calming you from your high.

You pressed one more kiss on his lips. “I love you too, Felix.”

Aftercare had to be a non-negotiable after the scene you guys painted all over the living room.

You made sure to offer Felix the softest bubble bath, massaging and soothing every inch of his skin, scrubbing away at the residue of the new lipstick.

You both found out, just before the bath, that it barely survived at all. It still stained his lips a shade of red, and the stains of love bites that he left on you stuck for a long while, but the actual product budged possibly within the third round of kisses. It barely held on when you started biting him.

The bedroom was full of giggles and the shuffling of your bodies cuddling close to calm yourselves down. Felix shared how he couldn’t believe his horniness that day, and you teased that he was being a hormonal girl.

He whined at that, kissed you good night, and fell asleep while huddled close to your chest. You calmly played with your phone, quickly editing the footage and clipping out the moment that he slipped into submission.

That was for your eyes only.

You posted the video and muted the notifications, kissed his forehead good night, and fell asleep.

—

“Baby, baby girl…” Your voice, although hoarse and deep from the blissful sleep, woke your boyfriend up. The clock on your bedside table flashed 9:00 AM in bright red, but the light from your phone shone brighter. “Look at this!”

“Holy…Y/N, oh my god!” Every trace of sleepiness left Felix as he jumped out of bed. “The video blew up?!”

You sat up next to him, chuckling in disbelief. “Let’s see what people are saying.”

“Why does the suggested search bar have…”

Men marked up. Men with hickeys. Men whining. It was clear that the video affected your audience in more ways than one.

“Silly,” you giggled, sinking into your boyfriend’s embrace. “Wonder how this thing got through community guidelines.”

Felix pointed at a comment. “Help. Someone’s asking about washing the stains off.”

The both of you cuddled closer. As the sunlight shone through your curtains and hit your figures, it highlighted Felix’s honey skin and the cherry stains that failed to wash off in the shower.

You turned your head to his and smirked. “Should we film an update video? What about a part 2?”

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Our Tactical Princess

König |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: After previous events you find out what you truly want. Needing a bit of 'encouragement' to fully make up your mind.

Pairing: König & Simon 'GHOST' Riley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Pleasure Dom König & Simon, Sub Reader, Heavy Praising, Slight Rough To Intimate Sex, Google Translated German Speach From König, Simon Being Heavily British, Ass Slapping Slight Face Slapping, Choking, Vaginal Sex, Penetration From Behind, Girl On Top, Begging, Double Penetration, Biting, Marking, Heavy Mentions Of König's Pubic Hair, Forced CreamPie, Heavy Breeding Kink, Talk Of Impregnation, Size Difference, Size Kink, Edging, Consensual, MM4F, Smut With Little To No Plot, Oral |M| Receiving, Consent Check, Overstimulation, Dumbification?, Insinuation Of Uniform Kink, Manhandling, Established Relationship, Penetration Encouragement, Sex In Livingroom, Sex On Table, Sex On Couch, Possesive/Obsessive Statements From Simon and König, König and Simon 'Competing' For Readers Attention.

Author's Note: Continuation of 'Tactical Princess'

The support on pt1 was literally shocking 6k notes!???? All the comments reblogs and feedback I received was amazing. Literally thank you so muchhhh.🤧💕

I'm not hyperfixiaited on COD anymore and had the worst time trying to get part two done. Writing smut for COD fandom isn't going to be as consistent as of right now. I need a break for a bit. I've said many times that this would drop sooner and ended up not doing it. Sorry to get everyone's hopes up like two times in a row.

PT1 Here:

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The time was ten o'clock and you were spending your day off by making König dinner. You stood in the kitchen watching a YouTube video that explained how to make spaghetti. Even though to the average person a meal like that is the easiest thing to make considering it's just meat, sauce and pasta noodles. You had no idea how to cook because König is usually the one who does all the 'domestic' things like cooking and cleaning.

You wanted to be nice since deep down you felt like he was tired of doing all of that stuff but didn't say anything to keep the peace.

You weren't as confident in your skills but the nice women in the video made it seem easy enough. You weren't wearing anything special, just an oversized shirt and shorts. You knew König would be tired when he got home and made sure that all he had to do was shower, eat dinner, and most likely fall asleep while cuddling you in bed.

You were proud of yourself for making it this far in the video. You made sure the stove knobs had been on low setting and paused the small screen on your phone to start wiping the counters with a nearby rag. Everything was done except for the noodles. So you grabbed a pot from the cabinet and filled it with water, placing it on the stove top and digging through a new grocery bag from your trip to the store earlier in the day.

You waited in anticipation for a moment then heard the front door open with König stepping inside. He ducked his head in the doorway and sighed heavily while pulling his helmet and mask off. He was at ease now that he didn't have to socialize with people he could only take in small doses.

You smiled, unable to hide your excitement and walked up to him, greeting him with open arms and a pretty smile. He grabbed your hands with his and allowed you to hug him, he sighed taking in your fresh scent and kissed your forehead.

There was something oddly different about tonight. For one, you found yourself enjoying the smell of him coming straight out of work. A ballaneced mix of outside air, cologne, sweat, and musk. You took a deep breath and held it in your nostrils before blowing out. He couldn't figure out what he should take from this interaction but wrapped his left arm around your waist. Fighting the urge to not lift you up and bring you anywhere he pleased.

"Hello to you too Y/n, did someone miss me today?" He asked lifting your head up by your chin with his index finger. Lightly dragging his gloved thumb on your chin aswel to highten the small level of physical touch. "Sorry- You smell really good... I couldn't help myself." You explained feeling like he was intentionally calling you out.

"Well thanks even though I don't really think I do... did you clean up? It smells and looks great in here." He asked lifting a brow. You nodded and walked into the kitchen. He followed after you and let out a chuckle finding your get up quite entertaining. You were waiting for him to give you some kind of feedback. He stared at you and leaned down tilting his head to the side and put his hands on his hips.

"You did such a good job baby... I'm so proud of you~♡" He praised knowing exactly what those words would do to you.

"Are you really saying that or do you just want to turn me on?" You asked. "Both, could you show me what you made?" He asked receiving a nod from you.

You brought König to the stove and opened the lid to the spaghetti sauce. You began to break the pasta noodles and tossed them in the pot. Spilling some of them on the floor and getting down on your knees to pick up after yourself. König took a sample of the sauce and actually enjoyed it. While he popped a finger in his mouth, his eyes glanced over at you.

He couldn't keep a clear head while you were bent over, you were trying to reach a noodle that fell inbetwen the small crack of the counter and oven. Sure you were putting in too much effort when you could have swiped the broom through but König's intoxicating smell fogged your thought process.

He watched your back arch causing the shirt to fall down and expose your lower back. Your shorts rised exposing your thighs. He stepped back to stare at you from behind, the perfect angle giving him a view of your ass. He could tell you weren't wearing panties either, you truly were enjoying your day off. He smirked feeling like you were doing this on purpose.

A groan slipping out as he pulled at his belt so he could feel more comfortable in his pants, the sudden tightness in the front almost making him react 'out of character.'

You looked up at him to see why he was so quiet. He then held your face and kneeled down to you, holding a good balance and allowing you to drop the noodles in your hands to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Did you miss me? You still haven't said it." He questioned wanting you to say it without him having to tell himself something he already knew.

"Yes, I did... did you have a good day at work?" You asked.

He nodded and put you down for you to stand on your own. You stepped closer to him, pulling him by his vest to keep the connection going. "Work is work, you know I'd rather not tell you about that kind of stuff... how was your day?" He asked more concerned about what you had to say.

König stared down at you and wrapped his arm around your waist again. Bringing you close and keeping you put. You shrugged while speaking, not thinking you did anything really worth speaking about.

"I went to the store, cooked, cleaned..." He held your face in the middle of your sentence and kept your eyes on his. Staring intently and inched his face closer. Not responding with words, instead just listening and valuing having your attention.

"Mhm..."

"I made sure my uniform is washed for when I go back to work... usual stuff I guess." His face leaned in more, you caught the hint and wrapped up your words. He hummed again then tilted his head to the side.

"Mhm..."

You did the same allowing him to initiate a soft gentle kiss with you that could be laced with lust depending on who was watching.

Willingly melting into his hold with a whimper and made the kiss more demanding. He groaned as you pulled his bottom lip in your teeth, breaking it for a quick moment to examine how good he looked.

If only he knew how much more attracted you were to him when he'd have his uniform on. For one, his pants were clearly too tight for him which brought a lot of attention to how big he was. His thighs were nearly spilling out. The belt he wore around his waist that also worked as a garter to hold objects in the small pouch hugged him perfectly. You bit your lip staring at the exposed skin of his wrists. Maybe because you couldn't see majority of his body which left you craving to know what was under and have something to your fantasies.

You clung on the small amount of skin you could see and began to feel hot on the inside of your body. Not being able to stand in one spot while he lightly chuckled wanting the kiss to continue.

König wasn't aware on your opinions when it came to his uniform. Even if you told him, you knew it wouldn't make much sense to him. He yanked your arms in his direction and kissed your neck without warning. In a hurry to tower over you and lift you onto the counter further forcing you in one spot. You placed your hands on the vest of his uniform again, eyes staring up at him only able to focus on and smell him.

"What did you do at work today? Your smell is driving me crazy... it's not body oder or something but- I'll just be honest- it's really turning me on König..." You sighed trying to hold onto your composure.

His pants were annoyingly tight now. Your eyes dark with lust which gave him a raging erection. He groaned lowly and untied your apron from the back to take it off of you. You then yanked at his belt that still hugged his hips, staring into beautiful eyes. "C-can you fuck me? Please König... I know you just got off of work but I can't shake this feeling..." You desperately asked hoping he'd glady agree.

"I don't want to fuck you..." He declined having something even better in mind to not get himself worked up too quickly.

"What? Why not?" You asked thinking there was a deeper meaning behind his statement. He imidiently saw the worry in your eyes and held your face with one hand and brought his other under you to bring you up into his arms. You locked your arms around his neck to keep yourself secure and looked up at him with a disappointed expression.

"It's not you Y/n, it's never you... but if I do- I know we'll be here all night." He reassured you and brought you into the livingroom, laying you down on the couch and keeping his eyes from the neck up.

You sighed not caring about his reason. You pulled on his vest to bring him down onto you again, your lust taking over and solidifying how turned on you were. "I'll be here as long as it takes... I have to feel you inside me... König... I'm so wet right now- I can't just ignore it..." You desperately spoke which made him forget about what he said.

"Fuck- Y/n cut it out... you know I love it when you beg... I love when you say my name like that too." He laughed lightly to not focus on his erection.

"Then fuck me... ever since the threesome with Ghost I've been trying to get that same amount of pleasure back... I don't know what I need- but both you and him do..." You whimpered.

"So that's why you've been acting like this? You want us to take care of you again?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yes! But I don't want you to think that I like him more... we haven't even talked about it since that night, I felt bad for wanting another threesome since you barely acknowledged it."

König shook his head and got off of you to sit next to you and began to take his gloves and forearm armor off, sittingit on the coffee table. "Y/n you shouldn't feel bad. The whole point of that was so you could feel something from it. I enjoyed it too- you were all I could focus on the entire time. I didn't mention it at all because Ghost and I agreed to just be normal... I have to remember to check in on you when we do things outside of our relationship, you were and always will be the center of attention."

"You don't think I'm cheating on you? I feel so guilty for enjoying the connection Ghost and I might have... I really don't want this to mess up our bond as partners, I love you so much König."

He kissed your forehead and brought you onto his lap. Holding your face and kissing your cheeks then your lips. "Don't worry. I know you still love me, it's not cheating... Y/n my heart is filled with love for you so much that I can hardly call it my own. My heart is yours and your heart is mine."

How was König a romantic whenever he needed to be. You caught yourself becoming flustered at his words, averting your gaze from his and playing with your fingers. How embarrassing. This was reassuring to hear and did ease your guilt. You knew you still had love for König, even now it doesn't seem like you'd ever be able to get something like this out of Ghost, other than a good orgasm.

"I didn't think you'd actually like that- I practiced saying that many times in the mirror like two weeks ago..." He nervously laughed scratching the back of his head.

"You're so sweet König... I love you." You sighed in relief and hugged him, he hesitated for a moment then wrapped his arms around you. He tapped your thighs so you'd get up from his lap. Once you did he kissed your forehead and sighed heavily. "I'm going to shower, Ghost is already on his way because he forgot something... looks like it's your lucky day." He teased and gave you a firm slap on your ass when he walked by.

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You made out with König while sitting on his lap with Ghost groping your body, his strong hands squeezing your breasts from behind. The two men fighting to have 4you closer to them individually. König pushed Ghost's hands away from you so he could have you all to himself to not let the Ghost get even an inch of your touch. Ghost groaned in annoyance and yanked you by your hips. Making you straddle his lap and feel his erection under you. He proceeded to grab your face and kissed your lips sloppily while König kissed your arm and held your hand in his.

Ghost moved his hips to feel you more intently. You moaned breaking the kiss for a moment to moan out, also trying to gain your breath but was pulled into König's lips before you could. You held onto his arms and was about to get onto his lap but felt Ghost's hands lift your hips and wrap an arm around your waist to align himself with your entrance.

"Fuck... you're such a god damn tease-" He grunted and gave you multiple slaps on your ass to make you whimper.

"Ah~ wait! Ghost! Ughh..." You moaned at the top of your lungs and felt him sink your hips down forcing you to take evey inch until meeting at the base. You clenched around him tightly, starting to enjoy the fulfiment of his cock for the first time.

You lifted your hands to place them on the back of the couch. Ghost's hands holding your hips and riding them up and down his shaft, forcing his cock deep inside you and messaging the sensitive areas of your vagina. You moaned with a nod, feeling like you were being rewarded. The tension from earlier made your body react quicker than you'd like.

He grunted watching a bulge form into your stomach and scooted down the couch to hang his hips off of his spot and use his lower body strength to bounce you up and down on him. You threw your head back, opening your mouth wide to moan and rolled your eyes into your skull. "Uhh uhh ahhhh~ Ghoossttt~ Yesss yess yes!" You lustfuly stated with a whoreish smile growing on your face.

"That's it... take every fucking inch- good girl... you're so wet... mhmm keep moaning so König knows who you truly belong to." He chuckled while yanking a handful of your hair to keep your head still.

König grabbed your neck gently and stared at you while your head was back. You made eye contact with him moaning softly and holding onto his thighs. "His cock feels so good... mmm~ ahh~" You whimpered clenching around Ghost multiple times. Smiling and lifting your hands to hold König's wrists.

"I know princess, your moans are so pretty baby~" He praised kissing your cheeks and tightening his grip slightly.

Their actions did nothing but rip another moan out of you. You closed your eyes tightly and focused on how deep Ghost managed to get. You couldn't stop your body from loving him more, your vagina sucking on him and desiring more of his cock to keep him inside forever. You moaned louder once he wrapped both arms around your torso and began to kiss your breast.

Dancing around your areolas and dragging his lips across your nipples but starting off with only that. He then nibbled on them slightly before bringing them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around and sucking them sloppily to make you moan again. "Haahh~ my nipples- are s-so sensitiiive~♡"

"Uhhuh you're so fucking greedy baby... look at our beautiful princess..." Ghost responded and slapped your ass, he then moved your hips off of him and allowed his erection to slip out. You whimpered as he turned you around for you to stare up at Konig and slid back inside with a pleased groan. Instead of thrusting into you voluntarily, he watched you as you whimpered and whined for him to do it. Then having the bright idea to ride him yourself.

You placed your hands on his knees and lifted your hips up then slamming down on him with loose slutty moans leaving your lips.

Leaning yourself forward to have a much better control over your body and arching your back, making all focus be on how much your ass jiggled in the process. Ghost threw his head back, deeply groaning and held onto your hips watching your juices trickle down his shaft and make a mess of him.

You didn't realise König was standing in front of you the whole time. He then took it apon himself to lift your head up and hold it in his hands, forcing your eyes onto him. Ghost letting out a moan once he felt pre-cum ooze out of his tip and into your walls. You cried out softly, lifting your hands to hold onto König's forearms and clenched around Ghost again. "Look at my pretty girl... how does it feel? Does my good girl love being stuffed with another man's cock?" He teased nodding to you and prying your lips open with his thumb to get you to speak.

"Yeethhh~ haaahh haah hahh~ ughh..." Your loose statement was followed by breathy moans which made König groan and stroke himself to the sight of your face while his left hand held onto your jaw, still keeping a finger on your lips before slipping in for you to suck it.

"Hmm mhhmm~♡" You nodded while swirling your tongue around his digit.

"What was that? Can't hear you when you're being fucked and sucking on my fingers..." He laughed slapping your face gently.

Ghost groaned and pulled onto your hair, not liking the distance between you two with your gaze more focused on König. You bucked your hips and sighed heavily once König took his finger out of your mouth and held your throat in his hands with a gentle squeeze to not hurt you. "My body feels so fucking good... I'm overwhelmed already but I love it..." You smiled using your soft hands to hold König's shaft and proceed to stroke it consistantly to earn groans of pleasure.

"Is that right? What does my beautiful girl have to say about that? I think you're forgetting something." He chuckled giving you gentle face slaps for a breif moment to 'rejog' your memory.

"Ughh- t-th-thank you König~ I love you so much... thank you for letting him fuck me~ I know I've been so greedy but I can't get enough of you guysss~ oh god- I'm gonna come!" You whined needing to let go of the knot in your stomach.

"You're welcome... anything for you- I love you so fucking much- aghh I just want my amazing girlfriend to be satisfied... you can get anything you want- no matter what it is..." He excessively praised feeling himself inching closer to orgasm aswel.

"Aghh shit- you're gonna come already baby? You just looove my cock now don't you? Stop looking at him and look at the man who's got your slutty tight cunt soaked." König let your face go and pushed your back down to Ghost. You nodded quickly and turned your head to look at him. Whines leaving your lips as he wrapped both arms around you to keep you in place. You moaned excessively and held his cheek in your hand, resting your head on his while staring into König's eyes.

"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!! Ohh I love iittt- Ghost you're going to make come- ughh I'm gonna come all over your fat cock... ohh my god- I'm so clooooseeee!" You cried out as if you lost all self control.

König leaned down to you, holding your left leg and wrapping it around his waist to tap his shaft on your clit. You whimpered not knowing what he'd do next, you so desperately wanted to be double stuffed again. You were so close to orgasm, if he slid in now, you'd for sure come.

Ghost slapped your ass every second he got to produce more moans and whoreish whimpers from you.

He wouldn't stop penetrating your urethra which made it harder for you to keep hold and not make a mess. Your sudden silence told König you were going to come. He then glanced at Ghost, mentally agreeing with him to have some more fun.

"Are you close? Are you going to come?" He asked to force you to speak with a tight hold on your neck. You furrowed your eyebrows and again, nodded quickly. "Mhmhmmhm..." You whimpered clenching around Ghost multiple times before feeling his thrusts come to a stop.

"Good. Switch." König groaned and stepped back for Ghost to push you off of him and toss you to the side next to him. Giving him the opportunity to yank you from where you laid and scoop you up into his arms like you were his object. You sighed heavily trying not to get upset at the fact that they just encouraged your orgasm, got you all the way to the top, only to take you back down.

"What a shame... I dunno what to do with her, should we both stuff her full or does she not deserve it just yet?" He asked Ghost with a cocky tone. "Oh? I get a say in this again. I thought for sure you'd ignore me this time, but to be honest- I haven't been shown anything that would give me the idea that she deserves it..." He responded with a nonchalant shrug.

Were they fucking serious right now? What could you possibly not have done to come?

You rolled your eyes and whimpered looking up at them as they both stood in front of you. "That's not fair... I've been good all night!" You stated. König chuckled and grabbed your face, staring down at you with a displeased expression.

"Yeah- that was until you were basically drooling at the mouth for Ghost like a little slut..." He aggressively said mocking you.

"I'm not as slut-" You whimpered with a sighed trying to take his hands off of your face.

"You're not? Awe that's so cute of you to deny... you sure do suck cock like one, I mean come on... have some respect for yourself sweetheart." Ghost played right along with König. You didn't like this one bit, but you did know how quickly you wanted to give it up.

König rubbed your clit for a moment and slapped it to watch your body jolt. You moaned but acted like you were going to cry. "I'm not a slut! Don't call me that." You softly spoke hoping your tone would be enough for him to have pitty on you.

"And you think that you deserve to be called princess? Is that it baby?" Ghost teased with a smirk and squeezed your jaw tightly.

"Yes... please I've been a good girl this whole time... I'm so sorry." You begged for forgiveness which peaked their arousal for you.

"No no no, Being a good girl isn't going to cut it... get on the dining table and spread your legs, make sure you also hang your head off of it..."

You didn't move as quick as you should have. So to get you going, König yanked your arm and stood you up. Pushing you along hard enough to make you stumble on your feet. "Get a move on princess... I don't want to be rough with you but it's clear that you need a fucking lesson."

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You spread your legs and opened your mouth wide. König was standing in front of you, while Ghost stood behind you but held his erection in his hand and slapped it on your face. Both men on opposite sides of the glass dining table giving you all of their attention in the process.

"She's so ready to suck my cock... aren't you baby?" He asked eager to slide in already. "Yeaahh~ I want you to come down my throat~♡" You agreed with a slutty tone.

König lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders. Keeping his hands on the table and sliding into you. Causing your back to arch and a moan to fall from your lips. Ghost held onto your throat with his left hand and penetrated your mouth, groaning lowly at the way you wrapped around him with no problem. Your hands on his hips waiting for both of them to thrust forward.

"Aghh... fuck... good girl- all the way to the base of my cock... that's it our pretty little porn star."

König began to thrust into you. Making you moan and slobber on Ghost. You rolled your eyes back before closing them, his balls hitting your face repeatedly as he was now using you like a personal fleshlight. You bucked your hips feeling König squeeze your thighs and thrust upwards into your g-spot. Making you clench around him and pull moans out of him.

Ghost let go of your neck and stared down at the bulge form in your throat, everytime he'd thrust in it would become bigger then shrink when he'd pull back. Your tongue played a hand in making this more pleasure. Messaging his veins and causing his hips to move faster. The table started to move faster than you were comfortable with. König's thrusts counteracting with Ghost's.

You placed your hands on König's chest and dug your nails into his skin. The pleasure overwhelming you again as your orgasm creeped around the corner again. You hoped to god that they would let you come this time. You were so close that it annoyed you just thinking about it. König held your hands in his and leaned down slightly to bring them up to his face. Showering them in kissed and mumbling sweet words into them. His tone doing a full one eighty compared to before.

Of course he wasn't really upset with you. But his possession and jealously didn't think he should just let you walk around doing whatever you wanted just because your vagina told you to. He let your hands go for a moment to bring you closer to him, grabbing at your waist to pull your body down the table. You panicked while grabbing for his arms, holding his muscles in your hands and gliding them up to feel every vein that protuded further from his skin. Just feeling his body turned you on more. With that, Ghost's hands squeezed your breasts and pinched your nippels in his index and thumbs.

You moaned but gagged when he thrusted forward again, inturrupting your sound of pleasure. Having them both again like this brought you back to the other night. Although both of them weren't inside of you at the same time. Just having König be this rough with you while Ghost relentlessly fucked your face is what really made this experience more erotic.

"Stop fucking gagging like you don't know how to take a deep fuck to the throat!" He stated while massaging the bulge in your neck again.

"He's right- you know exactly what to do so do it." König added.

Your feelings were yet again tied in. Last time you thought it was just lust and excitement that made you scream 'I Love You.' But now you're realizing that you do indeed love them. Clearly you've always felt that way for König, he's your boyfriend before anything... but you truly did love him even more. For him to allow you to be with another man even if you might have said it out of being drunk one night is honestly crazy to think about.

He saw it as making you happy. And as long as you were happy, he didn't care about anything else. The two of you have perfect communication aswel. If things were to change, a conversation would be had before drama could ever accure.

"Her throat feels amazing... God I would kill to experience this every second of the day..." Ghost groaned, rubbing your throat and closely listening to the sounds you'd make.

"Ghffhnmm! Hghhmm-"

You were slightly panicking because there was a lack of air circulating through your body. Your nails dug into his skin for his attention, he pulled his hips back with another loud groan and stared down at you. Watching you pant and raise your head, being met with König thrusting forward into you and continuously pulling your body off of the table to have you to himself.

"Ahh ahhh ahh- mmmahhughhh... N-not so hard-" You whimpered propping yourself up with your elbows. Ghost caressed your face and pulled your hair back for you to look up at him, thus making you ignore König for the time being. "Awe you can take it princess... you took two huge cocks on that couch a few nights ago, remember that? You preformed so perfectly for me baby..."

Well obviously if he says you can do it then clearly you can. His words made you tighten around König, signifying that you did like his words. You heard König moan which caused him to cross your legs over the other to make you feel even tighter to him. He threw his head back and groaned, simply enjoying how you felt rather than focus on his lack of attention.

Ghost began to stroke himself with one hand and hold your face with the other. His eyes still onto you while you whimpered his name softly. Your mind and body confused into thinking that you and him were the only ones in the room as of now, and that instead of being shared with him and König. He was the one making you feel good.

With your soft low whimpers and begs for more of his attention as if he wasnt already staring at you, his hand pumped up and down faster making a heavy groan leave his lips as he held onto your neck and nodded to you. König slipped out of you which brought him out of his fantasies. He stared at you, seeing how desperate you were for Ghost instead of him.

His hips gently thrusting to glide his erection inbetween your clenched thighs. You smiled softly while looking up Ghost and held his wrist in your hand. Your gaze becoming more soft and submissive as you spoke. "Choke me harder... you're hands are so strong... mhmmm~ and your arms... I want you to put me in headlock while you fuck me..." You said while bucking your hips to feel König's shaft cosntintaly rub against you.

"Fuck- like that? Does that feel good my sweet girl..." He asked with a smirk before kissing your cheeks and forehead. "Mhm... so good..." You nodded while biting your lip.

König couldn't believe his eyes. He could feel his jealousy flooding to the brim. Further annoying him and making him slip back inside of you, this time with force while squeezing your hips in his hands. You moaned sharply and glanced at him for a moment before Ghost snapped his fingers to gain your attention again.

"Don't focus on him... ignore him... you and me baby, unless you'd rather me just fuck your throat again?" He asked squeezing your throat tightly for a moment to get you to shake your head. "Ugh~ I'm sorry..." You said with desperation behind your words.

König's eye twitched as he began to steadily thrust into you with long strokes behind your urethra that was followed with loud throaty moans of praise and pleasure. Your body moving to follow his speed, breasts bouncing in a gentle motion which made you wrap your arm around yourself to bring them together. Allowing him to have something to stare at.

He was definitely trying to get you to bring your eyes onto him again. You were trying to take in as much of Ghost's attention as you could. You didn't know if this would be it, maybe this would be the last time you'll see him in this light. Yes getting him over here was easy since all you did was ask, but what if this is the last time? What if Ghost loses interest in being with you in this way? He made it hard for you to want to look away anyways. His tight hold on your jaw and thick british accent that was wrapped up in his praises with your name.

König grabbed both of your wrists and crossed them over eachother. Yanking your arms down for you to not be able to touch Ghost. You whimpered glancing at him for a moment but had your face squeezed and gently slapped as punishment.

"I said ignore him. He's just jealous princess, who gives a fuck either... what you should be focusing on is how fucking hard my cock is..." He stated, pressing his tip on your cheek and gliding it passed your lips. You moaned opening your mouth to take him in, only for him to slap your face gently again and shake his head. "Kiss it. Go on, put those pretty lips to use and kiss it..." He said tapping himself on your mouth. You placed soft but needy kisses on his shaft and tried to stick your tongue out, desiring to lap up your tongue on his urethra in order to collect pre-cum.

He rolled his eyes again. Having to be more aggressive towards you. He then tightly held your neck in his hand and applied pressure to make you whimper and stare up at him with pleading eyes. "Fucking kiss it and nothing else. You really get a rise out of not listening, huh? You were doing so well until now..."

König scoffed and slapped your thighs. Making you shake and react to the pain. Your eyes staying on Ghost though, knowing that if you didn't it would be a bad idea. He groaned, seeing how persistent you were in ignoring him. He then began to slam into you, shaking the table due to his emense amount of strength and brought your legs up onto his shoulders. Making his stance more solid so he could thrust into you the way he'd like. You tried to kiss Ghost's tip but whimpered loudly once König's heavy balls slapped against you, the pain mentally confusing you. It hurt just a little but the excitement and adrenaline that rushed through you with every hit made your walls clench around him.

"Du verdammte Schlampe… wage es nicht, so zu tun, als hättest du jetzt Schmerzen… du ärgerst mich so sehr– nutzt meine Freundlichkeit aus… du bist so eine gottverdammte Hure… aghh~ so eng und nass nur für mich... Scheiße.~" König choked out while slapping your ass and firmly squeezing it to ease the pain on your skin.

("You fuckin' slut... don't you dare act like you're in pain now... you piss me off so much- taking advantage of my kindness... you're such a god damn whore... aghh~ so t-tight and wet just for me... shit.~")

Oh god- anything but degrading you in German. Why did he have to always use his native language as an advantage over you. And why did you always like it when he did. His aggressive tone told you that he was annoyed with how you were continuously ignoring him. Your back arched as you felt a deep pit in your stomach once he'd thrust in and pull back. Your clit tingling, having zero desire to stop the need of being touched. You then moaned loudly and finally broke eye contact with Ghost. Staring up at König and clenching yourself around him with every forcful thrust into you.

"Uhhh~♡ please- slow down- ahhh... Koniiiiggg you're so deeeep~ i-in my stomach.~" You whimpered with a nod allowing your body to do all the talking. His cock reaching deeply inside you and kissing your cervix with everytime you'd buck your hips forward for more of him.

"Leg dich hin und nimm es– du bist so hübsch, wenn du es tust… aghh ughhh~ uhhh– Scheiße… ich möchte schon in dich hineinkommen–“ He demanded and slapped your thighs again making you moan.

("Lay there and take it- you're so pretty when you do... aghh ughhh~ uhhh- shit... I want to come inside of you already-")

Ghost then held your face and pushed your head back down to pry your lips open with his tip. You whimpered opening your mouth and allowing him to slide in. Your tongue being slippery enough to give him a proper and comfortable entry. Your eyes closed tightly and watered as you gagged on him, not expecting him to reach your uvula quicker than he did.

He threw his head back and held the back of your neck. Tightening his hold to make you feel like a suctioning oral toy. Thrusting his hips forward to gently fuck your throat, knowing that you may be overwhelmed already. Your eyes rolled back as you purposely gagged to make him feel bigger than he was. König's hands groped your breast holding them tightly while he moaned a cuss word and slapped your ass every now and then.

He lightly chuckled and slapped your ass hard before sliping out again to edge himself from coming too quickly and watched your juices trickle down his shaft. Collecting at the base of his cock and drip down from your enterence, all the way onto the table.

"Pgghfhm ighh haaackgh hiinngh-" You quickly begged with muffled whimpers. Ghost rolled his eyes and thrusted quicker to suffocate you with his cock. You rolled your eyes back and dug our nails into König's wrists. Heavily breathing out of your nose but knowing it wasn't enough for you. Saliva collecting in your throat and gushing out of the corners of your mouth further making a mess out of yourself.

"Hahh hahh~ aghh goddamn... such a perfect little cock sucker." Ghost grunted while staring down at the lump he repeatedly made in your throat.

"Because of me- aghh... she's used to deepthroating my cock... yours isn't much of a problem for her- ughh keep taking me in like that and I'll for sure come inside of you..."

"Hah- fuck you... you're just jealous... admit it König... she loves me more than you. Hear that?" He took himself out of your mouth again to prove a point. You were too busy enjoying being stuffed to care about their ego driven conversation. You whimpered taking your hands out of König's loose grip and held onto Ghost's hips, inching your face forward to take him back inside.

"Ghosst? More... I want more of your cock- please?" You begged showering him in kisses and swirling your tongue around his tip. König pressed your stomach down and throbbed inside of you. Loving how desperate you sounded for another while he got to use you.

"So? She loves sucking cock... doesn't matter who's it is- she'd do it as a fucking line of work..." He scoffed and wrapped his arms around your waist to completely hold you and rutted his hips into you like an animal in heat. You rolled your eyes back again and let Ghost go. Coughing slightly and breathing heavily that was followed by moans. "Ughhhh- König- yessyesyesyesyes~♡" You begged with a nod.

"Oh ja? Sag mir, wie gut sich mein Schwanz anfühlt– das ist mein braves Mädchen, sei ehrlich zu deinem Mann.“

("Oh yeah? tell me how much my cock feels good- that's my good girl be honest with your man.")

You shook your head not being able to take his hard thrusts. You tried to push your hands into his stomach to stop him but he groaned deeply and yanked your ankles, bending your body in half to make you more deeper. Locking your legs around his waist and penetrating deeper inside you to make your stomach cave in. Heat building up in your body which made you cry out loud and throw your head back. "Koniiiiggg!~ Stooop- ughhh... it feels too good- please I need to come..."

"Yeah baby? You need to come? Awe how fucking desperate of you... you're so fucking tight for me... how does it feel- hm? Don't you love having my cock buried deep inside you?"

You nodded while he held your jaw and showered your face in kisses. A whimper following your lips once you arched your back, feeling his chest on yours. Sensitive nipples grazing against the small hairs occupying his skin.

"Yeesssshh- I really love it... hmm I can't take it, my body is so warm on the inside... fuck~" You chocked out. Bringing your arms around his neck and gathering the hairs in your fingers. He buried his face into your neck and thrusted harder, the table moving quicker and his teeth grazing against your neck. Tracing over the hickeys he laid previously on you, making you whimper knowing the bruise wasn't healed all the way.

"Say it louder- I have a point to prove... you belong to me don't you, tell Ghost that you're mine... and that you love me more than anything else in the world."

König held your jaw and brought your head back for you to look at Ghost. He stood there stroking himself to the sight of you, your eyebrows furrowed and mouth opened to let out more moans. Your chest rising and caving due to your heavy breaths. You made eyes contact with him and shook your head in disagreement.

What point was König trying to prove? You weren't even listening all the way but you did know that you felt utterly embarrassed. Having switched sides so quickly and melted into putty towards König so fast. You held onto the table and whined, bucking your hips and moaning even louder. "Ahh ahh hahh~ St-stoopppp~ I caaan't!"

"Don't you have something to tell me sweetheart? Instead of moaning like the pathetic little slag you are, why not speak up and be honest already? He gave you a fucking order so fulfil it."

Pathetic? Well- he's not wrong... it's a shame on how quickly you let them take over your mind and body. You didn't want to think anymore. You hated having to think, you needed them to use you exactly like last time. You needed them both inside of you- you needed to be filed by them... you desired it more than your drive to go to work everyday.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-" You begged not clearly thinking.

"Ohhh fuck- please what sweetheart? Speak up and stop acting like a braindead whore." Ghost teased.

You cried out and felt your vavinal muscles sucking König up. Your mind was too blurry to even function. You shook your head and nodded. Eyes slowly closing until König pulled our of you. Which brought you back to reality.

"Oh wow... I think she's starting to be overstimulated... isn't that so fucking cute, Y/n what do you want from us? Begging aimlessly isn't going to do anything but keep your pretty pussy from coming all over our cocks..."

"Please... I want both of you inside me... I need more- please...pleasepleaseplease... I'm a cock hungry slut, I'm your slut..."

They both chuckled and yanked you off of the table, making sure you stood on your feet before walking you forward. "Good- that's all you had to say. My fuckin' hand isn't cutting it whatsoever."

"Which one of us should be in the bottom this time?" König asked once they brought you back over to the couch. "Dunno, probably try asking her?" Ghost scarcasticly spoke while crossing his arms.

König rolled his eyes and grabbed your head and turned your face to Ghost. Your face was covered in saliva, Heavy breaths escaping your lips as you stared up at them with a cock hungry expression. "Doesn't seem like she cares now does it? Whatever... this is a weird conversation to have while our dicks are out."

"Really? We're having sex with the same women and me asking which position to take is the weird part here? König read a room for a second..."

"KöNiG rEaD a RhOoM FhOwEhH hEh SeKhOnD... Gib mir eine Pause, du britisches Arschloch." He responded taking the immature route and mocking Ghost's thick accent.

("Give me a break you british asshole.")

You stared up at them with a dead expression. They were seriously having this kind of conversation right now? You sighed and wiped your mouth. Clearing your throat to bring attention to yourself. "You guys can wrap this up at any moment, I really would like to come now..."

Ghost scoffed and lifted you off of the couch again. Yanking your arm to bring you up and wrap his arms around your waist. You placed an arm around his neck and felt him align himself with your entrance again. "He started it..."

"I don't care... just stuff me with your cocks already..." You sighed allowing König to hold your hips and slightly pull onto your body to bring you closer to him. You smiled at the act of them pulling you in separate directions to have you to theirs themselves. You moaned once Ghost entered you, sliding in perfectly and caused you to arch your back. Ghost then plopped down onto the nearby couch with you now on his lap. You whimpered feeling his tip kiss your cervix and make you wince a how deep he was.

König then pushed you down to keep your back into an arch. He groaned while tapping himself on your right cheek to bring his erection back. You moaned and looked back at him, biting your lip and gently grabbing his inches to align it with yourself. Once you felt like you could take it. You took a deep breath and brought your hips back. Feeling your vaginal entrance stretch beyond your usual size. Your smooth breathing made your walls relax and be able to take the thicker penetration much easier. The two men groaned loudly and slapped your ass, feeling their cocks touch against eachother and also be engulfed by your slippery walls.

"That's my confident baby- look at you... you're amazing, so eager to take two cocks inside... I'm so proud of you sweet my girl. You feel much more tighter now that there's less space- ughnh... oh fuck~" Ghost moaned at the end of his praise and wrapped both of his arms around your waist. Planting his feet into the floor to have better lervage to thrust into you.

König leaned down to you and held your neck in his right hand. His other hand holding onto the back of the couch to support himself. You moaned at the distinctive feel of them inside and grinded your hips, earning small sultry moans from them and feeling Ghost's dark brown pubic hair brush against your clit.

"How do you feel? We're not hurting you right? Ugh you mean the world to me... you're so beautiful..." König softly spoke and kissed your cheeks earning small pleased giggles. "No I'm okay- you both make me so wet... I can't believe I'm able to take both of you... your cocks are so big- stretching me out so far that I'll be sore after this..." You responded in a flirtatious tone while biting onto your lip.

"How big are we princess? Your tight little cunt can barely keep us inside... I can feel that slutty pussy rejecting our cocks but sucking us back in... what do you think König?"

"Likewise... her pussy is so pretty but sooo indecisive..."

"Ahhh~ I'm sorry... my body loves you guys too much to let you go..." You innocently agreed. Just with those words they began to shower you in kisses. König placing small love marks on your shoulders, neck, and upper back. Ghost doing the same for your chest, breast, nipples, and collar bone. You moaned clenching around them and bringing your hips back and fourth to ride them both. König's cock penetrating upwards, giving you that feeling of needing to use the bathroom again while Ghost made you feel like you needed to pee.

As confusing as it was. You did love the feeling, you could feel them so deep in their own ways. You whimpered wrapped your right arm around König's neck and placed your left hand on Ghost's chest. Receiving kisses and mumbled praises from him that followed with König's large hands slapping your ass as encouragement.

"Mhm... fuck our cocks like you own them... you're ass is so perfect and sexy... I love DoggyStyle with you... you're body is amazing, I'd make art out of it and stare at you all day long..."

"You're skin Is so soft and you smell lovely baby... such a beautiful chest you have... they're so warm... I need to suck them."

This was just right. Being praised and physically worshipped by both of them made you move your hips faster your eyes closing as you fell into your mind and focused on the sounds they'd make. Your vagina clenching more consistantly and becoming much more slippery. Lewd sounds produced from your body which embarrassed you but made you feel confident in the same moment.

"Ahh~ yesss...yes... s'good... and so big- just for me... ughhhh your cocks are all mine- fuck..." You sharply moaned within your soft statements. They groaned and held onto your body in their own ways. Ghost now making out with your nipples, sucking and nibbling on them while König held your shoulders in his hands which pulled you back slightly to make your arch more deeper. He stared down at your ass and took in how flawless he saw your body.

Everything you deemed as an insecurity was always what he deemed as your best quality. He loved every inch of you, your stomach, thighs, back, arms, fingers- he could go on all day and gush about how much he loved you. Inside and out. Hearing your moans as you used them like personal sex toys turned him on even more. He tried to not thrust into you, but couldn't keep his hips still.

"Ahh ughhh... uhhhooofuck- I love you- I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you..." He spoke the same words over and over again. The pleasure taking his body over not allowing him to think about anything else. You were amazing, he was proud to have you as his. And he was even prouder to be yours.

You threw your head back. Letting out a moan that was followed by his name. You placed your hand on his stomach to feel closer to him and whimpered closing your eyes tightly, his deep thrust counteracting with your hips. Bringing more friction and pleasure for every party involved. You nodded, throwing your head back and being more vocal in how good you felt.

Ghost grunted. Resting his head on your chest and hearing how fast your heart was beating. He didn't like how intimate you and König were being even without staring into eachothers eyes. He was thrusting into you like Ghost wasn't there. And you were moaning like it was just him. He moaned your name loudly and started to thrust into you. Stroking your urethra deeply and slamming his hips into yours. Forcing you to take him all the way to the base, pull a whimper out of you, then retract his hips and start this process over again.

His hands trailing down your body to hold you more intimately. He tried holding onto your shoulders but König's hands were in the way. He swated them off of you out of jealousy and held onto you, bringing you down to him and moaning into your left ear. Whimpering your name and exaggerating his statements to verbally get you go understand that he felt the same way, perhaps even more.

König groaned a cuss word and held onto your waist. Thrusting harder into you and throwing his head back. They were trying to work against eachother but still ended up being keanient and becoming partners to make your arousal the main priority.

You didn't know what to feel. Your body was already connected with them, and now your mind was too. Your hips grinded up and down, still feeling his bush which made you whimper and relax your vaginal muscles. König slapped your ass multiple times and held onto you tightly. Knowing he was going to come but didn't want to do that too early.

"I love you princess... I love you baby... I love you sweetheart... I love you Y/n... I love you..."

Okaay- cut it out you two... they're going to make you say and do things you weren't sure if you fully agreed on or not. You whimpered and nodded, König groaning louder and speaking up to go against Ghost's statements that weren't even all that. The only thing he did to make them seem more important was tie those stupid pet names into them. What a fucking show off.

"I love you more... I love you so much... I love you way more than anyone else... you're mine- and I'm yours... fuck I love you~♡"

Alright no seriously- stop it. You could feel an emotional I love you festering up in your body. Of course you could simply let it out but you knew it would be to the extreme and come out extra loosely. They both began to thrust in sync which was for sure overkill. Your back arched again m, you leaned upwards and held onto your stomach and covered your mouth. Your eyes opening wide to roll back into your skull. "Ughh ughh hahh~ yessssnooo- n-no- y-yeesss~♡ Fuucckk~"

"Yess yes- you can take it, we're so proud of you..." König stated while grabbing your face and holding your jaw back so you could stare up at him. He slapped your right thigh and squeezed it. You whimpered again and clenched down on him. "Don't take your eyes off of me. They're so pretty..."

"Ahh~ K-König... I'm gonna- I'm... mfhhaah~" He cut you off intentionally by crashing his lips onto yours. Holding your face tightly with both hands. You whined into his mouth slightly panicking from the sudden cut off of air. Your mouth opening slightly which gave him the best moment to slide his tongue into your mouth. Ghost grunted and held your hip in his right hand, using his left to put his fingers to good use and began to rub your clit. Flicking it back and forth and pressing down.

"Hfmmhmm! Ahh~ ahhhuhhh..." You broke contact with König to let out a moan. He groaned again, saliva tracked from his lips to yours. You sighed heavily trying to gain composure once more but lost it quickly. "I'm not done... come here..." He demanded and brought your lips back intertwined with his.

Ghost slapped your clit and glared at König. Feeling left out and wanting a chance to have you by himself. "She's going to come soon, her clit is so needy for my touch..."

"Mhmm- don't say that- uhhh- I'm so fucking close I can't even think... I think I'm seeing stars? Please don't stop~♡" You begged feeling tears well up in your eyes. To muffle your sounds Ghost held your face with one hand while his other held your neck. He brought you into a makeot session that was followed with hard thrusts and loud groans from both of them. König grabbing your arms to pin them behind your back, leaving you unable to move.

You moaned and broke the kiss yet again. Now resting your head on his chest and shaking your head, knowing your orgasm was coming and was excited for it. That was until you remembered what happened last time and panicked, thinking they'd stop you from coming yet again. "Noo~ please- let me come! Please I'll be a good girl- I'm Sorryyy!!"

"Her begging is to die for isn't it? So submissive and slutty for us..."

"It sure is... baby you don't have to get so worked up, we'll let you come... you've been so good for us..."

"You've definitely redeemed yourself~♡"

Once you heard that you felt even more desperate for your orgasm. Your hips began to move without you even thinking about it. You wanted to come so badly and would do whatever to achieve it.

König groaned while watching you bounce your hips up and down and moan softly. Ghost moved his fingers faster on your clit and nodded syncing his moans with yours. Everytime you'd push your hips back and lift while arching your back and letting their cocks 'breathe' until their tips were collecfing your juices, they'd moan out your name and encourage your hips to sink back by forcing them to move.

"Mhm... good, that's our pretty princess..."

Ours ours ours- they know what their doing. Your body was such an enemy right now. Your vagina would clench and pull them inside forcing them to let their pre-cum spew out and into you. Nearly reaching your cervix. "Say it again- pleasee I'm almost there-" You cried softly and received a hold on your neck that followed with a tight squeeze.

"You're our princess... you're all ours baby- you mean so much to us... we love you more than anything in the world sweetheart... you're our good girl who can get whatever the hell she wants..."

"Mhm... we'll give you so many loads of our come... just keep letting out those pretty moans for us to keep thrusting into you... We love you and care about you so much- you're amazing..."

Their thrusts slowed down and was now in sync with eachother. It was like their cocks made it possible to reach deeper into you. König kissed your cervix first, then Ghost. You whimpered feeling your body relax which made you throw your head back again and hold onto the couch. "Ahhh~ yess yes! Fuck! Oh my god..."

Ghost wrapped his hand around your throat and crashed your lips onto his, intently making out with you not caring that your mouth was already riddled with the taste of their cocks. You moaned and hooked your arm around his neck, using your other hand to apply pressure to König's stomach.

König groaned but let out an emberessingly submissive moan that caused him to cover his face with his forearm and groan lowly. "Oh my god! Fuck... just like that Y/n..." He moaned with low whimpers.

"I love you~♡" You whimpered into Ghost's ear, hugging him tightly now letting your heart do all of the talking.

"I love you too baby... I love you so god damn much... you belong to me- whore." He groaned and made eye contact with König while you whimpered holding onto him.

Ghost pissed König off on a different level. He knew the rules when it came to you but chose to ignore them time and time again.

He stopped the kiss with you to hear how desperately you moaned for him to kiss you again. He slapped your ass and dragged his hands across your back, slightly pulling you from König's arms and sucking on your neck.

"Louder... keep moaning for me baby, you sound absolutely beautiful." He encouraged ands slapped your clit then thrusted harder. "Ahh ahh hmm uhhh~ Ghoossttt~♡"

König huffed and rolled his eyes. That smug bastard. There wasn't any words to describe how heated he became. He slapped your ass for your attention and watched your back arch more deeper. You whined his name and smiled enjoying the slight fear and pain rushing through your body. His slaps hurt of course, König sometimes wasn't aware of his strength and usually got carried away, feeding into his sadism kink and enjoying your reaction to the pain he inflicted onto you.

"Quite playing favorites, I'm your boyfriend so fucking act like it!" He demanded and pulled your hair to bring a whine out of you. You cried out and nodded rolling your eyes back and bitting down on your lip. "I'm soorrryyyyy~ don't stop fucking me please I'm so sorryyyy~" You moaned begging way louder than you ever begged.

Begging was yet again getting you nowhere. You were fed up with asking them to allow you to release. König then pulled out of you and yanked you by your arms, turning you around to face him and keep you still. Ghost held your throat and squeezed tightly while König tapped his tip on your clit. You nodded and whimpered with submissive eyes. Further intriguing König to slide back into you.

You moaned at the top of your lungs and cried out random sounds rather than fluent words. It was like you lost all function as a human being and could only focus on the flaming amount of pleasure internally and mentally. Your mind went blank then brought you back into focus. Your arms and legs fwailed around and extended then retracted once more.

The fact that you didn't know what to do with yourself was amusing to both men while they groaned, moaned, and cursed in the same breath. Heat radiated off of your face which made König smirk and lean down to you, making eye contact with you more intense which brought tears out of your eyes. Ghost squeezed your breasts and buried his face into your neck, speaking sweet lustful praises into your ears.

König kept his thrusts hard but made them stroke more deeper into you. Reaching your cervix and pressing into it, your back arched and arms flew out to hold onto his arms but instead you made many red scars on his stretch mark ridden muscular forearms.

Your eyes rolling back and vagina clenching much more consistently. Sucking and clenching around to keep them from moving. König pulled your mouth open and forced his thumb in so you could suck while staring at him. You cried out of pleasure feeling both of them stretch you out beyond capability. Your mouth wide open, tongue swirling around König's thumb and eyes covered with tears. He took your nails scratching his skin with a deep groan and nodded more. Placing his hands on the back of the couch and rutting into you.

Ghost rolled his eyes and did the same. His hips drilling into you figuratively bruising your insides and making the bulge in your stomach fluctuate in size. You cried louder not being able to speak and only moaning or whining. Ghost holding your neck and applying pressure to make you lightheaded, in desperate need of air.

You shook your head and buried your face into König's neck. Not being able to speak, breathe, think, or even comprehend what was happening right now. Your arms wrapped around his neck and held onto his back, feeling the subtle muscles flex as he competed against Ghost to have your orgasm in his hold. You scratched up his back and bit into his neck, tears covering the small hairs on his skin. Teeth bruising and marking him which gave him nothing but a more euphoric high.

"Aghh fuck- switch." He grunted and slipped out of you knowing that he needed atleast a few seconds to retract from coming when you have yet to release.

Ghost quickly pushed you off of him and waited for König to lay down. He brought you onto his lap making sure you faced him, Sliding into you first while Ghost stood behind you to hold your hips and press your back down onto König to keep you arched. You whimpered trying to lift your head and focus but your body was overworked.

König held you in his embrace and mumbled into your ear with a genuine tone to tell you how much he loved you. Your tears of joy stopped as their thrusts were now enough for you to deal with. A heavy breathy sigh leaving your lips once they met in separate areas of your vagina.

You held onto the couch breaking the leather with your finger nails, whimpering whining softly. Maybe begging to come or maybe begging for them to stop. You couldn't make up what you wanted. Ghost leaned down to you with the same method, speaking in your ear and watching König use his strong arms to put you into a gentle headlock. Your heart racing, skin covered in sweat, mind foggy to the brim with only one thing still in thought.

"Haafgghmmuaahh~ yeeghh~ Ihghh houghh oog whorghh~♡" You lustfuly managed to speak only sounding like your mouth was covered.

("Yess~ I'm your good little whore~♡")

Ghost held your jaw and kissed your face while König worked together with him by keeping your head still and holding a handful of your hair to keep it out of your face. "Awe baby you're okay- you've done enough tonight... you don't have to keep saying that- you're beautiful princess we love you so much..." He groaned into your ear.

"Mhmm... he's right princess- you made us so proud, you did even better than last time. You're amazing sweetheart... keep your eyes open so we know you're listening." Ghost chimed in.

"We'll take care of you after we promise... just hang in there and come for us, we've been edging ourselves all night just to make sure our good girl gets the princess treatment she deserves."

You couldn't keep yourself from crying, you felt so good but so bad at the same time. You needed two men in order to have this much pleasure? Maybe you really were a whore. You didn't care and nor did you take it negativity in a demeaning or insulting way. You truly did believe that you were their slut, whore, princess, good girl, and everything else in-between.

"I want to be filled up so bad... please? I'm literally dying to be bred- I want to have your babies~ impregnate me please??"

Okay they aren't that good get ahold of yourself. What the fuck were you saying by this point? You weren't thinking, there's no way you'd actually go through with something like that. Maybe it was the intensity of this session that made you say those things? You couldn't bare the thought of this coming to an end without something to constantly remind you of how good they treated you.

"Awe that's our braindead slut, say whatever comes to that little head of yours while we fuck you senseless... we love you so much... you're amazing- tell us how much you love to be shared by two men..." König growled in your ear kissing your cheek.

"Oh my gooooddd~ harder! Fuck me harder please... I love you too König- ahhh please come inside me~ I can take both of your loads again!- I can take it all- please?" You begged as König gently slapped your face and laughed at your vulnerable demands. "You're so ready to take our come that your pussy keeps dripping all over our massive cocks. How bad do you want it princess? Beg us to come inside you."

"Oh my god- please... make a mess out of my cunt and breed me! I can't fucking take it anymore, I'll still be a good girl just breed me already..." You whined pretending to cry just so they'd take pitty on you and shower you with attention.

Ghost wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you close to him while König kissed your neck and played with your breasts. You moaned at his touch and lifted your arm, hooking it around the back of his neck so he could have more access to you. You held Ghost's face with your free hand and hooked your legs around his waist. "Make love to me..."

You weren't talking to one of them specifically. The truth was that you were in love with both of them. Clearly König already had your heart before anything else, but you feel a much more intense love for him now. Your feelings for Ghost weren't as clear, you loved him. But you felt as if this love only laid in what high level of intimacy he can have during sex. He has a hold on you sexually and you'd rather not allow him to let it go.

You payed more attention to him just for that fact. You loved his ability to make your mind fuzzy with lust. You didn't want to break eye contact, you needed him more than you needed anything else.

While you were stuck in your train of thought. Ghost and Konig pulled out to switch spots for the last time. This time Ghost behind you and König in front of you. König placed your hips over his, guiding them back and forth so he could feel you against his dwindling erection. You eventually let out a moan and came back to reality.

You placed your hands on his chest, feeling nervous in anticipation wondering when they'd 'finish the job.' You didn't speak and instead waited. You felt their hands caressing your skin and heard low groans escape their lips. You sighed, which followed your words with a whimper.

Ghost held your face, bringing it back so you could look up at him. "We're going to take care of you. I promise." He reassured you and kissed your forehead, letting your face go so you could look down at König again.

"We'll do anything for you Y/n, you mean everything to us. We love you." He said, adding more fuel to the fire.

You closed your eyes and imagined that this wasn't happening. You couldn't believe it, with every word the spoke you found yourself falling deeper and deeper for them. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Feeling the love behind their statements and chose to hang onto them for as long as possible. "Do you both mean that? I don't mean to sound insecure but... my feelings for you guys is starting to become intense, I really don't want this to just be sex talk..."

"Yes we do sweetheart... I know I most certainly do... you're so important to me... I adore you Y/n."

You felt the need to cry but not out of pain or sadness... they were- tears of joy? Your heart soaked up their words like a sponge. You felt overwhelmed as it was, your arousal slowly slipping away making you thirst for more sexuall attention. Being so close to them in this way again brought you back to the same euphoric feeling you experienced the first time. Ghost pinned you down so you could be closer to König, making himself a bit more heavy onto you to keep you in place.

You wrapped your arms around König's neck, feeling safe and secure In their arms. König held onto your hips once you stopped grinding on him. You felt their erections poking you in different areas. Ghost's pressing into your back while König's pressed into your stomach.

You stared into his eyes for a moment. Feeling a wave of warthm engulf your body and rush to the center of your body. Making your clit tingle and vagina clench. Ghost mumbled into your neck, slowly grinding himself to keep his erection. He held onto the couch for support and groaned your name clearly.

With you being this close. You could smell their individual scents. They almost smelled the same but you knew there was something that made them different. You held König's face and bit your lip. Kissing his cheek softly before making your way to his lips. Sensually making out with him as he dug his fingernails into your skin.

You whimpered again. But this time for the last time as Ghost held your face, lifting your head up by your chin so you could look up at him. "We're going to slide in now alright? Slowly at first... you can tell us if we're hurting you okay..." He explained softly to you and laid many kisses on your face.

"At the same time? I don't think I'll be able to do that again. I'm already so sore... I want to come." You said slightly panicking. König shushed you and held your face, taking Ghost's hands off of you to have you to himself. "Shhh it's okay Y/n, look at me... we've got you, you can take us just like you did... we'll take care of you after this..."

"That's exactly why we're going to make love to you, hug you, kiss you, praise you, get you closer to orgasm so you come before we do, and of course breed you..." He encouraged with a soft tone. Ghost brought your eyes back to his and pulled your head back so you'd look at him. "Just do one thing for us okay? Be a good girl and take our cocks... I loved when you took us in the first time... your pretty pussy wouldn't stop clenching around us..."

Ughh... you couldn't keep yourself in a shell anymore. You felt exhausted from being in this for so long. You wanted to stop but what would the point be if you didn't come. Your confidence had withered away now that they both were taking time in penetrating your used up hole.

In the same breath though, you wanted them to ruin you twice as bad. You had nowhere to go considering they kept such a tight hold on you that made it impossible for you to move. Ghost's large frame pressed onto you, König's strong hands holding you tightly, digging his nails in whenever you'd make the slightest amount of movement.

Them taking their sweet time with talking you through what was going to happen made you more desperate for them. You bit your lip again and began to shift in place, the subtle friction making both men groan in pleasure and muffle their sounds by kissing your neck. König dragged his canines across your skin, aching to bite into you and further mark you next to the hickey he made on your neck.

He knew that you weren't a fan of hickeys but couldn't resist last time. He'd rather physically make a mark on you so when people would see it. They knew that you were already taken by someone. You weren't a fan of having to wear heavy makeup on your neck or wear extra clothing to cover up the markings. Deep down König could be a real feral animal when he's pushed to be one.

You moaned holding the couch cushion in your right hand while squeezing your grasp on König's arm. He buried his face into your neck, grunting deeply while making you sigh in relief. You took in a heafty amount of his scented shampoo and slightly smiled at the smell.

"Zeig uns, wie stolz du bist, unsere Prinzessin zu sein..." König stated, taking this moment to move your right leg to the side giving him a clear way to slide inside of you.

("Show us how proud you are to be our princess...")

Your legs were close together which would make it hard for you to take them. König and Ghost began to align themselves with your entrance, stroking their cocks in unison for a breif moment and begining to press their tips on the same hole. Your eyes grew wide, voice changed in pitch as you shook your head not having a sliver of delusion to get yourself to take them.

"No no wait!- I can't... I can't... I can't do it- I'm tired..." You whined.

"Ja, das kannst du... es tut mir leid, dass du Schmerzen hast, Schatz... du hast es verstanden, atme tief ein und halte es für einen Moment fest, okay?"

("Yes you can... I'm sorry that you're in pain honey... you got this, take a deep breath and hold onto it for a moment, okay?")

You shook your head again. Not wanting to believe his words and shifted in place once more. "Awe baby come on... this is the only hard part, we've got you. You have nothing to worry about. Just take a deep breath like he said... do you trust us?" Ghost asked.

Trust you? You let them come inside of you just because you like the feeling of a creampie. Wouldn't the average person consider that a dangerous amount of trust..

"Yes- I trust you... you both are just too big for me... I don't even know how I did it the first time... I'm not going to be able to fit you inside..." You simply denied.

Your words made them even harder which wasn't a bad thing, but certainly wasn't going to make this easier for you. They both had a few things in common and a size kink was definitely one of them. They lowly groaned a cuss word and buried their faces into your neck. König bit into your skin and pulled onto the edge of a couch cushion. You watched the veins protrude further out of his hand and pressed your lips together to suppress a moan he would have gotten from you if you didn't.

"D-don't say that... it's only making me harder..."

"For once I agree with him..." Ghost nodded.

"Why? I'm just explaining the reason... you're both too big, you guys will definitely stretch me out too much. I can't take you both in my tight cunt, even if I tried... I'd just chicken out and reject your cocks... only to be stuffed deeper and deeper- until it's all the way in... my vagina clenching and pulling both of you in... my walls sucking on you two like a piece of hard candy... making the most lewd and disgusting sounds you can think of..." You knew what you where doing by saying these things. It intrigued their interest in penetrating you no matter what you said.

Deep down that's what you wanted anyway but didn't want to say it out loud. They both let out a few moans into your neck once more and grew impaitent, desiring to be inside of you by any means.

You could tell they where on edge. You had to step up your game just another notch to really get what you wanted. "Ugh... I'm sorry that I'm too tight... my pussy can't manage to handle it... I guess you guys are going to have to force me to take it, huh?" Your voice rised in pitch while you whimpered, pouting your bottom lip and furrowing your eyebrows.

"Hold her still... if she wants us to force ourselves inside then let's do just that... is that really what you want? I know you're exhausted by now." König demanded still clinging onto what was left of his composure.

"Hmm... say it to me in German... I love when you speak to me that way..."

He turned your head and kissed your lips before speaking up again.

"Sag mir, dass du willst, dass wir unsere Schwänze in deine hübsche Muschi zwingen... egal wie laut du wimmerst und wimmerst."

("Tell me that you want us to force our cocks inside that pretty pussy of yours... no matter how loud you whine and whimper.")

You nodded and shifted yet again. Making them both groan. Gost leaned upwards, giving you free access to be held by König. You bit your lip and nodded, taking a deep breath like they asked prior and held onto it. You felt their tips press onto you again, you tried to not focus on the lack of air and the panicking feeling rushing through your body. You held onto König and Ghost's hands while they entered you. König holding your left and Ghost holding your right.

You whimpered and extended your legs. Fuck why did you say that? Now they really were forcing themselves inside- you tensed up and felt yourself become lightheaded, needing to breathe but haven't been ordered to do so. "Breathe out... slowly..." Ghost demanded, squeezing your hips tighter.

"Haah~ haahh... haah-" You did what he asked and listened to their intense groans of pleasure. You felt your stomach grow as it seemed like something was inside of it, forcing it open wider. Your walls were stretched beyond what you were used to.

Breathing did make it easier. With you relaxing and letting go of the deep breath, it made your vaginal muscles relax too and be able to be stretched wider. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded now becoming one with them completely.

"Mhmm you feel amazing around us... so warm and slippery... atta girl..." Ghost praised.

"We're so proud of you... who's our favorite girl? Hm? Who are we proud of Y/n?" König teased questioning you to see if you were listening.

You moaned as Ghost leaned down to you again, pressing his bodyweight onto you and speaking into your ear, sending chills down your spine. König scooted down the couch for better leverage which made you moan louder. He moved inside of you rubbing against Ghost's shaft and bringing moans out of all three of you.

Once he was comfortable he held onto your face and started to thrust upwards into you. This time he was the one penetrating behind your urethra while Ghost penetrated deeper and kissing your cervix. You cried out softly a random response and rolled your head back, bucking your hips at the same time. Feeling König's thick bush of pubic hair brush up against your clit, making you feel more pleasure.

"Come on~ aghh... wh-who are we proud- oh fuck... of?" König managed to choke out while holding your wrists together in his hand to keep you from having control.

"Haah- uhhh... me! Me! Me! Me! Mhee... meee~" You whimpered allowing your mind to go blank and leave you to fend for yourself. They chuckled and thrusted out of sync. Confusing you and making you unable to decide on which cock to focus on.

Should you focus on Konig who was practically in your stomach, making uncomfortable pressure behind your urethra that made you think you had to pee. Or Ghost who was confidently being vocal in your ear and nearly hurting your hips considering how tight he held onto you. König made eye contact with you again and nodded, humming in response to let you know he understood exactly how you felt.

He groaned watching tears build up in your eyes and began to make fake moans to imitate exactly how you sounded and smirked halfway through with a cocky chuckle.

"Sthoopp- stop- mocking me... oh my fucking god~♡" You yelled not caring about how loud you sounded.

"Mhm... let it out, keep grinding on me and using my pubic hair to get off... doesn't it feel so good princess? Now aren't you glad I don't shave it completely?" He groaned.

"Ughh.. yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyessss~" You moaned slightly begging but didn't know what exactly you were begging for.

Ghost leaned upwards again and held onto your shoulders thrusting into you while König brought your hips back and forth to please both of them. Guiding you in his desired tempo while forming your walls to hug their sizes and becoming more used to it. He slapped your left cheek and made room for Ghost to do the same. They laughed hearing you whimper but arch your back, signifying that you enjoyed the pain.

König laid a gentle kiss on your chest, kissing your breasts and ignoring your sensitive cold nipples. You whimpered wrapping your right arm under his head for support. He exaggerated the sounds and left every kiss with a wet 'muah' sound. You nodded, forcing more of your breast into his mouth and threw your head back once his tongue grazed your nipple. He hummed sending vibrations throughout your body and carresed your back with his left hand, using his other to hold your neck and keep your head back.

This gave Ghost the opportunity to lean down to you and hold your face by your cheeks, turning your face to force your eyes and atared intently into your eyes and nodding understanding your emotions. You didn't know what to do with your free arm as you couldn't find the ability to think or speak. They enjoyed asking you random things to see you ramble words together and respond.

König changed his temp and thrusted slowly into you, forcful deep thrusts that caused friction against Ghost's cock and made him drip with pre-cum. The few drops of white liquid getting lost in your walls and mixing with your arousal.

"Hah- ahh- fuck. Ahh-- take it-- aghhhffuck~♡" His statement was followed by a loose moan at the end. He looked down to watch your juices coat his shaft and grunted. Ghost squeezed on your neck to get you to speak up and be vocal. You shook your head not being able to do so.

"Mmmm...mm." Your eyes rolled back, nails digging into their forearms and scratching the first layer of skin. Ghost grabbed your left arm and put it around the back of his neck, drapping it on his shoulders and groaned thrusting enough to be the one causing all of your physical reactions. Your thighs shaking, shallow breaths leaving your lips, desperate hums of pleasure and most importantly. Your vagina clamping down on them and urethra allowing a small stream of diluted liquid to trickle out of you.

"What was that my sweet girl? Speak up and use your words... humming isn't going to let us know how you feel." Ghost demanded and loosened his grip on your neck, thinking that you'd speak up after.

Sweet girl? Oh god. Another name he was going to definitely call you rather than your actual name? As demeaning you felt that was, you enjoyed it coming from him rather than anyone else. You shook your head again and whimpered. Feeling tears well up in your eyes. They were too much for you to handle at once. Your ability to think slipped away from you and left you a dumb brain dead mess. Ghost brought you back down to him and wrapped his arms around your waist again. Thrusting father than König to one up him and pull more sounds from you. Your mouth opened wide as you let out small whimpers of pleasure and held onto his forearm with your right hand.

"Uhh hhhhh~ uhh mmm mmmmm mm--"

"Oh? You can't fucking talk can you? You're so overwhelmed because of my cock yeah? I know baby... I know... are you enjoying yourself? You love sitting on your new throne, yes? My cock is yours- especially because you're our good little princess... Oh Fuck!-"

A greedful smile planted on your face as you brought yourself to focus on his words. His German accent slightly coming in as he got loose with his composure bringing you back to reality and making you clench around them more than once. My? Ours? You couldn't decide which possessive statement caused your vagina to react.

Ghost quickly slapped your ass and couldn't control himself to stop. He pulled your hair too and groaned deeply into your ear, tossing words together to say. "You will be our personal come dumpster after this darlin'~♡"

Oh my god- why does every name he has for you have to be a praise.. Princess? Darlin'? Baby? And most of all- Sweetheart?

He can't possibly just be saying these things because they make you feel good. He has to love you back right? He just has to- you love him so much... you can't act like you don't, he makes you feel too good for you to not be convinced that he loves you.

Ohh~ but you love König aswel... what are you supposed to do? You felt like it was out of order to be in love with two different people. You've never had this type of experience before-

The tears that filled your eyes to the brim had finally fallen and made you seem like you where actually crying. They both slowed down their thrusts hearing and taking note of your whimpers. Ghost leaned down to you, placing both of his hands on the couch for support and kissing your right cheek. König did the same, wiping your eyes and kissing your left cheek. His lips slightly being covered by your salty tears.

"Awe it's okay... don't cry, we'll go slower now... you're okay, we've got you... you're safe, we're sorry for being so rough." They spoke in unison which was honestly weird on how they managed to do that. Without stuttering and crystal clear? You weren't crying because they hurt you, you were crying because of how overwhelming the amount of you being turned on was. The friction, tightening, twitching, thrusting, biting, kissing, pulling- everything about it had a hand in you going silent and focusing on how their cocks felt.

You sighed heavily and laid on Ghost's chest, covering your face and shaking your head in embaressment, their attention was called for but you couldn't fathom why you loved it so much. Ghost lifted your head up by your hair as König held your wrists. Soon intertwining your fingers with his and focused on your facial expression.

Once their hips came to an abrupt stop it gave you a second to gain yourself and think a bit more clearer. "Look at us, calm down... tell us if you're okay... should we stop for a moment and give you a chance to relax?"

"Kkkgghhkkkkghhkmm..."

König? Ghost? God dammit this shit again~♡ Fuck, which one is it!? You couldn't decide, again. Just like last time... and you were feeling emotinal. Just like last time. With your silence they couldn't figure out what was wrong with you. They ended up taking turns kissing your face, König's hands guiding your hips back and forth to grind you onto his bush again. You whimpered nodding and managed to speak.

"I love you guys- like a lot... I can't even think of anything else to say... I really love you... I want to stay like this forever... please... please..."

At this point you where talking out of your ass. You wanted to have some composure and get yourself together but you also didn't know what else to say, there wasn't any other emotion that you felt other than compassion and love for them. It was embarrassing for you to hear yourself speak about them like this and beg for this night to continue.

König and Ghost looked at eachother for a moment. Not expecting you to blurt out all of that with tears running down your eyes. Were you upset? Or enjoying yourself? Although it sounded like you were happy, the tears continuing to gush out of your eyes threw them for a loop. König snapped his fingers in your face to get you to opwn your watery eyes. He held your face and staring at your expression to read it. Hopefully seeing your honest feelings.

"Okay- take a deep breath again... you're so worked up Y/n are you alright?" He asked with a light chuckle to shed light on the conversation. You took two deep breaths like he asked and nodded, placing your hands on his and soon wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him. Sighing in relief while your walls clenched. "Yess- I'm okay- I just need to come- I'm tired but i want to finish so badly." You said before wiping your skin free of sweat that built up over time.

They both showered you in kisses understanding that they should wrap things up for you sake. You moaned once both of the men stroked your cervix at the same time, making sure to be deep and sensual with their hips. They both groaned and moaned. König held your neck gently, forcing your head back so Ghost could hold your face. He held your hip with his free hand and grinded you back and forth to feel both of them in certain hard to reach places.

You cried out more and nodded, opening your mouth into an 'o' shape and drooling on yourself unintentionally. It was like they reached an overly sensitive spot inside your body which produced instant dopamine. You held their wrists and hummed random responses.

"Uhhuhh~ huhhh~ haah~ Uhhh haaaffhnngghhh... Kgghhhhkkkniig~ c-c-close~♡" You blurted out the last words slightly loud which made them chuckle in unison and speed up their thrusts. König threw his head back and stared at you even if you couldn't keep your eyes on him.

He found himself rutting into you and moaning your name with no shame. Eyes glancing down to your bare chest watching and tracing every detail of your breasts as they bounced so close but so far to his face. Ghost put you in a headlock and grunted into your ear, speaking praises aswel with curses. You held onto his muscular forearms and nodded pressing your lips together, tightly closing your eyes and dropping your mouth open.

König held your waist finally and watched the bulge in your stomach. Your ears popped at the sound of their voices. You cried out louder and nodded feeling the knot throb inside you and soon burst.

"Finally! Yes yes! Fuck yes let me come! I love you- Ughhh Köniiiiig- Ghoosstt~ You guys are making me- COME!~♡" You screamed in pleasure and dug your nails into Ghost's arms, he winced but continued to thrust. The pulsating grip of your walls sucked his load right out which made him let go of your head and choke you with one hand, his other wrapping around your torso to apply pressure to your stomach.

"Ogghhfuckk there you go- that's it- you're so fucking greedy baby, take my thick hot come inside that pretty little cunt of yours..."

König took this opportunity to rub your clit and force you to moan more recklessly as if you didn't have any self control. Your body began to shake as you tried to get up from their cocks but neither of them let you go. You cried out again, attempting to cover your mouth but had your wrists snatched away. Ghost made your insides more sticky and warm due to his load. He moaned once he knew he was completely finished, his balls tingling once he pulled out of you leaving your cunt a sticky mess like you asked.

You jumped off of König's lap and whimpered feeling your heartbeat dwindle down to normal speed, König stored himself using your arousal and Ghost's creampie as lubricant. He stood up quickly, grabbing your arm and forcing you over the arm of the couch. You whined for him to give you a second to rest as he spread you apart with his thumbs, watching Ghost's load seep out of your entrance. He groaned sliding back into you and rutted his hips forward to penetrate your cervix.

You moaned shaking your head for him to stop but no words came out. Ghost then stood in front of you, kneeling down and holding your face. You received a hot fill from König which made your walls suck him dry and clench snugly. Your eyes rolling back which made Ghost give you gentle face slaps to bring you back to earth. "Mhm, good girl... does the pretty princess want to be bred?" He asked teasing you. You nodded and sighed heavily. Wondering if König was going to pull out of you but he instead stayed inside. He wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to you and kissed your neck with a heavy sigh.

"Fuck... my cock is too sensitive but Y/n you feel fucking amazing... so warm and slippery, your cunt keeps pulsating around me... shit... I'm staying inside for a while." He desperately stated and rubbed your stomach.

You moaned feeling his cock slightly twitch inside. "König... I'm so sore right now... please can you come out?" You asked looking back at him. He held the back of the couch and groaned, forcing his hips forward to ensure that some of their come reaches somewhere inside you. Then bringing his hips back to slip out of you teasingly slow. Your arousal covered him completely base to tip drenched in cream. He plopped down on the couch and slapped your ass hard to congratulate you. Ghost did the same thing as you whined at the pain.

"Who's our good girl?" They asked in unison.

"I am... I'm your good girl... fuck... I'm sleepy." You sighed feeling your eyes begin to close.

"Alright come here... let's get you cleaned up again yeah? You did such a good job baby, I'm so proud of you." König softly praised into your ear, kissing your forehead and dragged his thumb on your lip.

You dazily gigged and closed your thighs together, keeping their creampie inside you. Feeling the liquids slip and slide through every inch of your walls. You smiled to yourself feeling onethousand percent satisfied as König took it apon himself to lift you up from the couch and bring you upstairs. While Ghost began to get downstairs cleaned up.

You sighed into his chest and looked up at him with your sleepy gaze. "I love you König..." You said.

"Mhm... I love you too Y/n."

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