cupcake

i’m playing minecraft it’s 2am

[minecraftat2am]

[s7nburn]

Cash Hollis come eat this pussy

[im-my-delusions]

Greedy

Dom!hollis x f!reader x Nate, voyuerism, praise, degradation, p in v, face fucking, fingering

Word count: 1.3 k

A/n: I wanna put it out there that this one is a lot more intense than my other fics, so if you’re not into that I would skip this one.

You didn’t really know what you were doing. You’d always thought Nate was cute, but you’d never acted on it—not when you had Hollis. At least, not until tonight.

Nate’s attention was easy—warm, full of laughter and small jokes. He looked at you like you were the only person in the room. It felt different from Hollis’s intensity—sweeter, softer, almost innocent. You weren’t sure which you liked more. And really, what was the harm in a little flirting?

At least, that’s what you thought—until Hollis walked in.

The dim light of the living room cast long shadows as Hollis burst through the door, his eyes narrowing at the sight of you and Nate on the couch. You were leaning too close, your laughter too intimate, his hand brushing your thigh in a way that screamed flirtation. Hollis's jaw clenched, a storm brewing in his gaze.

“What the fuck is this?” Hollis snarled, slamming the door behind him. You froze, heat flooding your cheeks, while Nate pulled back, his expression shifting from playful to defensive. “You two think you can eye-fuck each other right under my nose? Pathetic. If you're so desperate to get your rocks off, then do it. Right now. Fuck her, Nate. And you,” he jabbed a finger at you, “spread those legs like the slut you are.”

Your heart pounded, a mix of shame and thrill twisting in your gut. Nate hesitated, glancing at Hollis, but the command in his friend's voice was ironclad. “Come on,” Nate murmured to you, his tone softening as he guided you to your knees between his legs. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick cock, already hardening at the tension in the air. You leaned in, lips parting to take the head into your mouth, sucking gently as your tongue swirled around the tip.

Nate's hand gathered your hair at the nape of your neck, holding it back so he could watch. His other hand stroked your head tenderly, fingers threading through the strands. “That's it, baby,” he praised, voice low and encouraging. “You're doing so good. Just like that—suck me deeper. God, your mouth feels amazing.” His hips shifted slightly, feeding more of his length past your lips as you hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head with increasing rhythm.

From his chair across the room, Hollis watched with a sneer, arms crossed. “Look at her go,” he mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. “Pathetic effort.” He stood abruptly, stalking over with heavy steps. Grabbing a fistful of your hair from Nate's loose hold, he yanked your head back roughly, your lips popping off Nate's cock with a wet smack. Saliva trailed from your mouth to the glistening tip, and you gasped, eyes watering as you looked up at Hollis.

“Not good enough,” Hollis growled, shoving your face back toward Nate's dick. “You call that sucking? Deeper, you needy whore. Show him what a real slut can do.” As your mouth enveloped Nate again, Hollis's hand clamped down on the back of your head, forcing you forward. His push was relentless, burying Nate's cock down your throat until your nose pressed against his pelvis. You gagged, throat convulsing around the intrusion, tears spilling down your cheeks, but Hollis held you there. “Choke on it. That's all you're good for.”

Nate groaned, his praising words contrasting sharply. “Fuck, yes—take it all. You're incredible, so perfect like this.” He stroked your cheek now, thumb wiping at a tear as Hollis finally eased up, letting you pull back for a ragged breath before shoving you down again. The cycle repeated, your throat raw and stretched, spit dripping down your chin onto Nate's balls.

Satisfied for the moment, Hollis released your hair and circled behind you. You were on all fours now, ass up as you continued sucking Nate, his cock sliding in and out of your abused mouth. Hollis knelt, yanking your shorts and panties down in one rough tug, exposing your soaked pussy. “Look at this dripping mess,” he degraded, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red print. “Flirting like a desperate bitch, and now you're leaking for it.”

His fingers plunged into your cunt without warning—two at first, then three—stretching you brutally as he pumped them in and out. You moaned around Nate's dick, the vibration drawing a hiss from him. “So good for me,” Nate encouraged, petting your hair as you deep-throated him again under Hollis's earlier force. Hollis curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside you that made your walls clench, but he didn't let up, his thumb pressing harshly on your clit. “You like being used like this? Filthy hole begging for it.” He withdrew suddenly, only to slap your pussy, the sting making you yelp and buck back.

Hollis alternated like that—watching you bob on Nate's cock, praising murmurs from your lover mixing with his own taunts, then stepping in to punish. He'd pull your head off to slap his cock against your cheek, calling you a “greedy little cum slut,” before forcing you back down. Or he'd finger-fuck you harder, adding a fourth finger to stretch you painfully, whispering how you'd never satisfy anyone without his guidance. “Keep sucking, slut. Earn that dick in your throat.” Your body trembled, arousal coiling tight despite—or because of—the degradation, your pussy clenching around his invading fingers each time he returned.

Nate's breaths grew ragged, his hand tightening in your hair as he neared the edge, but Hollis barked, “Not yet. Flip her over. I want to see you fuck that sloppy cunt properly.” Nate nodded, helping you onto your back on the couch. He positioned himself between your legs, sliding his cock into your drenched pussy in one smooth thrust. You cried out, arching as he filled you completely, his hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm.

But Hollis wasn't done directing. “Head off the edge,” he ordered, and Nate maneuvered you so your neck draped over the arm of the couch, your head hanging upside down, mouth open and vulnerable. Nate kept pounding into you missionary-style, his cock dragging against your inner walls, hitting deep with each thrust. “You're taking me so well,” he praised, leaning down to kiss your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth. “So tight, so perfect—fuck, I love how you feel.”

Hollis stepped up, unzipping his pants and pulling out his rigid cock. He gripped your jaw, tilting your head further back as he fed it into your waiting mouth. “Open wide, slut. Time to choke on a real man while your boy's balls-deep in that worthless pussy.” He thrust forward, fucking your face with brutal snaps of his hips, your throat bulging around him as saliva poured from your lips. The angle made it impossible to breathe properly, gags turning to wet slurps, but Nate's praises anchored you—”That's my girl, handling both of us. You're amazing.”

Hollis degraded relentlessly, his cock slamming down your throat. “Gag on it, you dirty fucktoy. This is what you get for flirting—stuffed from both ends like the greedy whore you are.” He pulled out briefly to let you gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip, before plunging back in. Below, Nate's pace quickened, his hands gripping your hips as he drove deeper, the dual assault pushing you toward oblivion. Your body shook, muffled moans escaping around Hollis's relentless face-fucking, the mix of praise and punishment igniting every nerve until you shattered, clenching around Nate as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

Nate groaned in ecstasy as he thrusted deep into your soaked cunt, his thick cock pulsing and throbbing as it painted your insides white with his hot seed. "Fuck, baby, your pussy feels incredible," he praised breathlessly, gripping your hips tight. "So tight and wet, milking my cock so good."

Hollis followed with a loud groan, emptying his balls down your throat, pumping spurt after spurt of bitter cum straight into your stomach. He yanked out abruptly, only to slap your face with his sticky, semi-hard cock. "Swallow it all, whore," he commanded. Leaning in close, his hot breath tickled your ear as he hissed, "Don't let me catch you doing that shit again."

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[clingir]

cuddling ur horny 6’6 boyfie…what could go wrong?🤔🤔

“Tired baby,” he rasps in his sleepy voice. u loved it so much😵‍💫 p!link: https://x.com/joinkreamy/status/1960977462428622972?s=20

he would normally mostly b the big spoon. cus hes gen super big, laying down 𐓣 wrapping his arms around ur waist, he kisses ur shoulder and whisper little praises 𐓣 slight degrading words

“missed u so much today, baby, missed my little whore” he’d say as he massaged ur boobs, “ur so pretty, u miss me, baby?" he says as he kisses ur neck. "I did, so so much" u melw n grind ur ass against him. he groans n pulls ur panties down to ur knees, he nuzzles his hard cock between ur cunt, chuckling as u move ur hips against his dick. "Not so tired anymore, little slut" he whispers in ur ear as he cups ur pussy, grinding the tip of his cock against ur clit. "jus put it in, please." he grinds his dick even deeper, his veins creating friction on ur sensitive pussy. "we're jus cuddling princess, nothin else." u try to plead w him, kissing him, holding his hand, beg but he just shrugged it off. he was more focused on his precum smudging inside ur pussy, mixing with ur own juices he felt ur pussy throbbing agaisnt nothing n found it so cute, "tell me what we're doin baby." he picks up the pace. Everything was messy down there, u just wished that he'd stop teasing n fucked u already :( But he just wants to tease u till u break.

"c-cuddling?" he nods kisses ur neck, "good girl, that's right... that's all we're doin right now."

[im-my-delusions]

Miss Possessive

Dom!hollis x f!reader, jealousy, angry sex, p in v, fingering, tiny bit of degradation not really, I’m actually abt to pass out so just read it and find out what other stuff is in it if anything

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: I’m not gonna lie yall, not my best work but I was working against the clock. My ibs waits for no one.

The party was packed to the walls—bass rattling the floor, bodies pressed together in humid waves of perfume and sweat. Plenty of options for you. Plenty for Hollis. But that was the point. You didn’t want any of them, and neither did he. This was your shared, toxic little game: push until the other cracked, burn until someone finally snapped first.

Most nights, it was fun. Most nights, you liked to win. Tonight, Hollis clearly decided he was done losing.

You stuck to your usual tactic—a man too smug for you to ever actually consider touching outside this room. He sidled up behind you like he owned the place, breath hot against your ear as he whispered filth he could never back up. You laughed louder than you needed to, tossing your head back at every unfunny joke, hand drifting down his chest just long enough for Hollis to see.

And he did see.

Hollis never played his moves fast—never sloppy, never loud. His approach was controlled, calculated. He made it look effortless. First, he chose a girl who fit the game perfectly—beautiful, eager, and sitting close enough to him to give you a clear view. He leaned in when she spoke, smiling at all the right moments, fingers resting on her knee like it was second nature. Every now and then, he’d glance at you, pretending it was casual. It never was.

Then he stood and took it further.

Much further.

He was on the dance floor with her now, hands gripping her hips, guiding her body against his like he’d done it a thousand times. The smirk he wore wasn’t mischievous tonight. It was lethal—pure, deep-set provocation. He moved with her smoothly, confidently. Too confidently.

Heat shot up your spine.

Fine. Two could play that game.

You grabbed the other man’s hands and dragged them over your body, forcing a gasp you definitely didn’t feel. You arched back against him, head resting on his shoulder as you pretended pleasure, pretended excitement, pretended any of this mattered.

From the corner of your eye, you saw it—the switch. Hollis’s smirk sharpened, twisted into something colder. Not amusement. Not jealousy. Something like a warning.

Before you could fully process it, he escalated.

He slid his hand into the woman’s hair, tilting her head to the side with deliberate ease. His fingers skimmed her neck, tracing it like he already knew the shape by heart. And then—eyes locked directly on yours—he dipped his head and pressed his mouth to her skin. Slow. Intentional. Kissing her neck as though he were kissing you.

That was it. Too far.

Game over.

You stormed across the room, blood boiling. He didn’t look surprised when you reached him—just smug, satisfied, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. You grabbed him by the collar and yanked him away from her, dragging him through the crowd and out the door, the music fading into a muffled throb behind you.

The second the cold air hit, he tore himself free.

“What the hell was that?” you snapped, shoving his chest.

“Oh, don’t start with me,” he bit back, voice low and sharp. “You were practically letting that loser feel you up like you were auditioning.”

“At least I wasn’t trying to fuck someone in the middle of the dance floor!”

“You wanted me to see,” he shot back, stepping closer. “Don’t act like you didn’t. You eat it up when I get mad.”

Your jaw dropped. “You don’t get to flip this onto me.”

He laughed—dark, incredulous. “Flip it onto you? You dragged me out here like you were gonna punish me. But you’re the one shaking.”

“I’m shaking because you’re insane!”

“Or because,” he leaned in, voice dropping to a near-growl, “you liked watching me. And you hated when I made you jealous back.”

You shoved him again—harder this time. “You crossed a line.”

“And you didn’t?” His eyes burned into yours. “Say it. Say you didn’t love every second until I beat you at your own damn game.”

Your breath hitched, anger and adrenaline tangling so tight you couldn’t pull them apart. He wasn’t wrong. That made it worse.

He exhaled once, harsh and hot, before grabbing your wrist—not forceful, but firm enough to stop your retreat. “Look at me,” he commanded.

Against your will, you did.

For a beat—just one—no one was winning. No one was losing. You were both just standing there, furious, breathless, wrapped in the mess you created together.

Then his voice softened, barely. “You want control? Fine. Take it. But don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy when I took it back.”

His words hit you like a slap—sharp, humiliating, infuriating because they were true. Your jaw clenched, heat rising in your chest, and before you could spit something back, he stepped forward. Just one step, but it forced you backward.

“Don’t,” you warned, voice thinner than you wanted.

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t even slow down.

Another step and your spine hit the brick wall behind you with a muted thud, cold against your overheated skin. The sudden stop punched the breath from your lungs, and Hollis loomed in front of you—close enough that the air between you vibrated with leftover fury.

His hands planted on either side of your head, caging you in. Not touching.

Not yet.

But the threat of it was louder than any shove.

“You dragged me out here,” he said, voice low, dark, shaking with restrained heat. “Act all angry, all righteous—fine. But don’t you dare pretend you don’t love when I push back.”

You swallowed hard, refusing to look away. “You humiliated me.”

His fingers brushed your jaw—not gently, not cruelly, just enough to make your knees threaten to give out. “You hated what I did,” he murmured. “But you hated more that I did it better than you.”

Your lips parted on instinct, ready to argue, but he stepped even closer, knee brushing yours, chest hovering an inch from your body. His voice dropped to a murmur, dark and controlled.

“Say you didn’t like watching me,” he challenged. “Say you didn’t burn when you saw me touch her.”

You stayed silent.

That was your mistake.

He smirked, slow and knowing. “Exactly.”

Your hand shot up, fisting the front of his shirt and yanking him closer until your noses nearly touched. “You piss me off,” you hissed.

“You drive me insane,” he shot back.

“Good.”

“Perfect.”

In an instant his mouth crashed against yours—harsh, unyielding. A bruising clash of teeth and tongue, all pent-up frustration and barely controlled fury. You kissed him back just as viciously, nipping at his lip until you tasted copper, until he hissed in pain.

He grabbed your hips and spun you around, slamming you face-first into the rough brick wall. The shock of the cold against your overheated skin made you gasp. Hollis pressed up behind you, one hand snaking around your throat while the other hiked up your skirt.

"I've been dying to get my hands on this ass all night," he growled in your ear, giving your bare cheek a hard squeeze. "You know what you do to me, bunny?"

He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to your ass, the sting making you yelp. "You drive me crazy. Absolutely fucking crazy."

His fingers delved between your thighs, finding you soaked through your thin panties. "Look how wet you are," he laughed darkly. "You like picking a fight, don’t you?"

He ripped your panties down and buried two fingers inside your dripping cunt without warning. A choked moan fell from your lips as he pumped them deep and hard, the delicious stretch making your legs tremble.

"You're mine," he rasped, teeth scraping your neck. "No matter how much you try to act all pissed off, you'll always come crawling back."

He bit down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark as his fingers curled inside you, rubbing your sweet spot until your head was spinning. Your body betrayed you, hips bucking back against his touch, chasing more of that intense pleasure.

He pulled his fingers free abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. He reached down to palm his hard cock through his jeans, grinding it against your ass. "Feel that? Feel what you do to me? I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name."

He undid his belt and zipper with one hand, the sound loud in the empty alleyway. You could hear the cars passing on the street nearby, feel the cool night air on your exposed skin, but none of it mattered.

All that existed was Hollis's body pressed against your back, the thick head of his cock prodding your entrance.

"Beg for it," he commanded, voice rough with lust. "Beg me to fuck you like the desperate slut you are."

"Please," you whimpered, too far gone to care how pathetic you sounded. "Please fuck me, Hollis. I need it so bad."

"That's my good girl." His praise was a dark rumble against your ear as he thrust into you with one brutal stroke.

Your mouth fell open on a silent scream as he stretched you deliciously, filling you so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat. He set a punishing pace, hips snapping against your ass hard enough to jolt you forward with every thrust.

One hand kept your upper body pinned to the wall while the other crept down to rub tight circles around your clit. The dual sensation of his cock pounding into you and his fingers working your sensitive bud quickly pushed you to the brink.

"Gonna cum?" he grunted, thrusting harder, deeper. "You gonna cum all over my cock like a good little slut?"

"Please," you begged mindlessly, fucking yourself back on his shaft as hard as he was pounding into you. "Please let me cum!"

"Not yet," he snapped, pulling his fingers away. You sobbed at the loss, entire body trembling with denied release.

Tears of frustration pricked at your eyes. "Please, Hollis! Please!"

"Shh, shh," he soothed mockingly, pressing tender kisses along your neck and jaw. "Such an eager little thing, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll let you come soon. But not until I'm done using this tight cunt."

He reached around to wrap his hand around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make you dizzy. With his other hand, he grabbed your hip in a bruising grip, pounding into you so hard your teeth rattled.

"Cum," he demanded finally, thumb rubbing firm circles on your clit. "Now."

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, vision going white as pleasure consumed you. Your pussy clamped down around him like a vice, pulsing and fluttering as you came harder than you ever had before.

"Fuck!" Hollis swore as your spasming walls milked him. A few more erratic thrusts and he followed you over the edge, burying himself to the hilt and flooding your cunt with his hot seed.

You both slumped against the wall, chests heaving, bodies twitching with aftershocks. Hollis pressed his forehead to your shoulder blade, breathing ragged.

"Damn," he chuckled breathlessly after a long moment. "That was... intense."

You could only hum in agreement, still too out of it to form words.

He pulled out carefully and tucked himself back into his jeans. You felt his cum start to drip down your thighs and a small, proud smile tugged at your lips.

Hollis noticed and snorted. "Look at you, all satisfied and glowing." He turned you around and cupped your face, thumb brushing over your kiss-swollen bottom lip.

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@watercolorskyy @grabonthereins @divinelyprotectedgirl

[divinelyprotectedgirl-deactivat]

Cybergirl

part 2

the blinds wide open so he can

see you in the dark when you're sleepin'

naked body, fresh out the shower

and you touch yourself after hours

part 1

you’re finally his now. and he’ll make you do anything he says.

tags/warnings/etc: 18+ mdni, obsessed!hollis x f!reader, dom!hollis, sub!reader, stalking tw, free use kink & somnophilia (‘noncon’ tw but it’s all consensual), intense power dynamics, degradation, daddy kink, thigh riding, fingering, cunnilingus, teasing, edging, overstimulation, p in v, porn with a little plot, long build up bc i love yearning you already know this, he stalks and fucks you whenever and however he wants, okay? if you don’t want to read something like that don’t read!

w/c: 9k

a/n: theres a fucking lot in here guys. way more than part 1. it’s pure filth. i know you’ll love it. also! shout out to those girls on that tiktok podcast who loved part 1. i love you, and everyone else who read it and enjoyed it. thank you for the love. your support means the world to me. truly. i hope this does the first part justice. it was meant to be posted before the end of kinktober, sorryyyy, but i hope you have fun reading. x

i also had help from my angel @grabonthereins for this fic, show her some love!

he was watching you. again.

hollis peered up at the wall of your apartment complex into the window he’s memorised to be yours to hopefully see your pretty face look outside. his favourite sight to see in the entire world. not on a phone screen any longer, the real thing. everything he’s ever prayed for.

he loved the way he found the sunlight illuminating your skin or the moonlight shining through your hair; the ones he gets to kiss and caress whenever he wants. he loves to watch you through the window as you get undressed every morning and right before bed so he can longingly stare at his favourite parts of you, the parts he’s memorised through countless times he’s touched you all over and made you whimper his name. the countless times you’ve given yourself to him completely.

you were his. finally. he watched you all day and night. he needed to. all he could do was yearn for you in every way possible. you were all he ever thought of. and now that he’s had a taste, he’ll never let you be alone. now that he knows what your body and soul feel like… taste like… he couldn’t leave you alone. even for a second. privacy didn’t exist anymore between you. you didn’t get the fucking luxury of privacy anymore. all you needed was him.

the times of cyberstalking were done. he was devoted to you on levels unlike he was before he fucked you. before he knew you needed him too. before he felt every single fucking inch of you inside and out. before he heard your whimpers and felt you cum on him over and over. before he came inside you. before he claimed you. before he broke your mind like you broke his.

when he looked at your photos online months ago, it was limerence, a besotted crush. now, it was full blown mania, a fascination to the utmost degree, a preoccupation that only his deepest filthiest desires could explain. and you fucking loved it. you wanted it, and begged for more. it was like you were sculpted from the heavens just for him. he could do anything he wanted to you.

you were still casting a spell on him, especially now that you’d given yourself to him. given your all to him. your body, your mind, your soul. (it was witchcraft, or something fucked up and wicked like that, he swears to himself. there’s no other explanation. though you still deny anything of the sort whenever he brings it up.) he’d become ravenous for you. unable to think about anything else. he was still your pawn, your little voodoo doll. he had no say in his own decisions anymore. you had consumed his entire existence. he lived and breathed for you. he was truly there to satisfy your every need; he was enchanted. captivated. bewitched. spellbound. you still controlled him, even when he controlled you.

that’s why he needed to have you whenever he wanted. he couldnt ever get enough. a hunger he could never satiate. he would never leave from inside you if he could.

he watches you whenever he gets the chance. he’ll stop by at any hour. whenever he’s in the neighbourhood, whenever he thinks of your body in the middle of the night in bed, whenever he’s making beats and your hypnotising voice crosses his mind like a siren calling him, whenever he’s dreaming and your face or tongue or pussy fills his psyche (he still can’t escape you even in his fucking dreams), whenever he’s touching himself to the thought of you in every way he could think of-every way he wants to break you further. he watches you whenever he wants. he takes you whenever he wants. he makes you do whatever he wants.

it’s been this way for weeks now.

and you never ever say no.

you couldn’t. you wouldn’t. you needed him like he needed you.

after that night at the party, your brain chemistry had changed like his did after speaking with you all those months ago. the high and overstimulation and endless orgasms had made you enter an erotic haze permanently for him. he had captured you in his storm of pleasure and intensity. he had turned you into a completely different person. one that you had always secretly hoped to become. in a headspace that you could never, would never, come out from. not that you wanted to. you were permanently drugged up on him. he was your bliss. your personal drug of pure eros and obsession. the darkness you were so scared to be consumed by had finally overcome you. he had infiltrated your entire being, and made you addicted to him like he was with you. he’d gotten you hooked on him, one orgasm at a time. his promise he said to you right before he came inside you, that you could never escape him, was kept. he was right all along. you were his girl now. you had longed for him all those months and needed him so badly, that when he took you and made your mind break, your soul immediately became his just like your body did. you couldn’t exist without him anymore. you couldn’t think without him, really.

you couldn’t think of anything else besides the feeling of him taking you and worshipping you and owning you, especially with him not letting you forget him even for a fucking second when he watched you for hours and hours on end, and so openly too. he was so alluring and so captivating, you could never have enough. he was made for you. your headspace around him sometimes felt as deluded as stockholm syndrome, but he had never stolen you in the first place, he just took what was his. what he knew belonged to him. what was meant for him. you just needed a push to finally give in and surrender yourself. he was your everything, your shadow and your entire world. you were never allowed to be apart for too long. you were enraptured. intertwined completely. kindred.

you didn’t even touch yourself anymore, you knew only his mouth or fingers or dick could satisfy you now. only his words could make you cum. only he could. and he knew it, too. he always made you feel so used and worshipped and seen. so delectably degraded like he knew you needed. he knew everything about you, you couldn’t hide anything from him. your deepest desires, the things you would never dare tell others. you didn’t need to make yourself cum anymore, gone were the times of picturing him claiming you like you did for months until he couldn’t take it anymore and then made you his.

your pussy belonged to him now, and he made sure nothing else could compare to him. he was always at your doorstep every night anyways. the best part of him watching you all day and night was when he inevitably comes upstairs after staring at you for however long he pleases so he can finally have you. he didn’t even knock anymore. he didn’t have to. you always let him in no matter what. your door was permanently unlocked for him. just like your body and mind.

you had fucked so many times that first night- in the bathroom at the party over and over, in the car rental, back at your place; you had lost count of the times you’d both came, your minds were blank besides for the need to devour one another. your names were the only things you could possibly conjure up by the end. your hands all over each other making up for lost time, worshipping each other. the filthy dirty things he’d said to you, the way he degraded and used you, the way he adored and praised you. the way he fucked you so good that you couldn’t imagine anyone or anything else for the rest of your life. all night you begged for him to never leave from inside of you. you begged for him to fill you up more and more. fill up your mind with his. every single round. even when your body couldn’t handle any more and he just used you to get himself off. you couldn’t get enough of him. your pussy was addicted to being filled by him and being touched by him. your entire body craved him in every way.

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it had been a few weeks since then, and you loved when he looked in your window more and more each day. it became a ritual between you both. you became addicted to it like he did. you loved feeling his darkness enclose you like a comforting shadow whenever you stepped into the warm sunlight of the morning. his piercing eyes drilling into you for hours and hours, into the depths of your mind, down to your core that always dampened, like he could see everything. he probably could. you loved to let him in and adore your body and see all of you for however long he wished.

you loved it at night when he was just a tall stranger in the moonlight. you could see his blonde hair glinting pale like the moon itself and the orange end of the cigarette burning as you got undressed for him and slowly turned around so he could see everything inch of you, every inch of what was his. what he’s claimed. hickeys and bruises and bite marks and scratches covering your body. he always liked to make marks as he fucked you so you couldn’t ever forget the night before. maybe it was payback from you trying to escape him in the first place.

he was your dark angel watching over you. a suffocating energy that was ever-present, smothering you so deliciously, you could always feel him. he was all over, you couldn’t try to escape. you didn’t want to.

he didn’t even try to hide his stalking, even when he started watching your apartment the day after you first fucked:

he was there, hoodie up, eyes already staring right at your window when you looked out to just see the city before you and feel the morning sun on your face, the smoggy breeze rustling though your hair. you locked eyes with him the second you stepped into the sunlight.

there was hollis, watching you all over again.

it should have startled you, being watched by him like that the morning after. he should have startled you, honestly. his intensity and perversion should have startled you. you had gone crazy. you should run far far away, never speak to him again. you know what was waiting for you if you kept letting him in. shouldn’t it be a red flag that he’s so enraptured with you? that he got you high so he could fuck you and break you piece by piece because he couldn’t forget you from months earlier? that he punished you by making you practically lose your sanity so you could only think about him?

you didn’t think so. maybe the old you, the one before you were his. but this new girl was just as infatuated as he was. you waved at him a little and stared right back. you adored him like he adored you. and it was only after one fucking night. you decidedly undressed right in front of him that first morning from your pajamas that you put on after a well needed shower from the night before- you had cum in your hair and all over your body for god’s sake- after kissing hollis a reluctant goodbye so you could finally fall asleep alone in your bed. you had wanted be a little tease and show him what he was missing, what he had seen and devoured only hours prior, your naked body in the window making his eyes narrow.

he always loved the chase, but this was too much, especially after what had happened only hours before. (what a fucking tease. you’re just asking for it, aren’t you?) he couldn’t even last ten minutes before he was knocking on your door impatiently and pinning you against the wall, hand pressed against your mouth to silence your surprised yelp at the intrusion.

his breath fanned across your face as his lips brushed against your ear, making you shiver a little under him. a small smirk played on his lips. “aw, did you miss me already angel? couldn’t wait even twenty-four hours to make me need you again, hm?”

he took his hand off of your mouth so he could stroke your cheek gently. it wasn’t loving, it was daunting. an erotic threat. he knew what he was doing to you already. your breath hitched as you nodded and stared right into his eyes, yours already dilated in lust and nervousness. there was no eyeliner to hide his gaze this time, which made it feel even more intense than it did the night before when he stared at you. he was looking at you unshielded now. it was more raw this way. it was more real. plus you were sober. nothing to soften the senses. your mind couldn’t even focus properly when he looked at you. your brain was already slipping into that headspace again being so close to him. you were just his little doll he could do anything with, weren’t you? his plaything.

you melted a little under the weight of his large frame pressing against yours, your hand gripping the back of his neck so you could pull him closer. your voice is sweet and seductive, a purr of temptation. “couldn’t stop thinking about you hollis. i dreamt about you last night actually.”

“oh yeah? what did you dream about?” his fingers went up to your hair to brush it out of your face and tuck it behind your ear, pressing his lips to your neck in featherlight teasing kisses. he missed the way you smelled… but you even smelled different today. more innocent, more sweet. less hexing and potent. (the night before must have changed you more than he thought. he must have changed you more than he thought. good.)

your voice faltered, feeling his nose against your skin as he smelled you, like an animal would do before attacking their prey. “i dreamt over and over about what you did to me last night. i also dreamt about who i was before i met you, and who i was before you fucked me.”

he scoffed a little against your skin. “you’re never going to be that person again, you know.”

you shook your head, your voice was only a whisper. “n-no… i don’t want to be. she doesn’t exist anymore.” and you never wanted to be her ever again. only he made sense to you now.

he gripped onto your jaw so he can look at you again, his voice serious as his face is only millimetres away from yours. “you’re meant to be mine, you know. you don’t get a say in this, you lost that privilege when you decided to say no to me months ago.”

you look down, not even able to keep eye contact with him when he talks to you in that way, making you know your place. “i know hollis. i want to give you my all now. my everything. my body and my mind. i want my every waking thought to be about you.” you look up at him through your eyelashes.

he smirked, knowing how needy you were already for him, and said in a soft coo, “of course you do. it’s what you’ve always known you were going to become.”

his voice is like black velvet right near your ear, against your skin, cloaking you in his darkness, speaking so slowly and condescending that you might as well just submit completely. he was your incubus, sent to this earth to see all of you completely and destroy you slowly.

you whimpered pathetically and pressed your body right to his, leaning entirely on him so he had to wrap his arms around you and hold you close. you needed him to protect you and own you.

you ran your hand slowly down his torso and to his waist. you felt his abs through his shirt, and his vline peeking out from his low waistband. he was the most tempting thing you had ever seen. and he was all yours. you couldn’t believe it. “i need you. make my body yours again. claim me. p-please. it’s all i can fucking think about. i can’t fucking think properly anymore…” your head was fuzzy again, your words slurred. you were again drugged up on his energy.

his hand was wrapped around your neck to choke you lightly and his eyes burned into yours. “oh, my love, your body has always been mine since you sat down next to me at that party when we first spoke. in fact, you’ve been mine since before then, weren’t you? you just came up to me because you knew who you belonged to. you just didn’t want to accept it.”

you fluttered your lashes at him. “y-yes hollis. i’ve always been yours.”

“good girl. now tell me what you want me to do to you. no. actually, beg for it.” he kissed down your neck and continued to suck light hickeys into your skin. you whined in response and closed your eyes, your head tilted back to give him all the access he’s ever needed.

any free will or thoughts were becoming subdued just being around him. just speaking to him. any sense of control dissipating like a dying flame from his suffocation. he practically starved you of oxygen. you were being snuffed out just by his words.

your voice is just a whine now. all you can do is whimper his name and say, “p-please… please just ruin me. completely. i dont want to exist without you. i don’t want to think about anything but you.”

he hummed in response, “you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, love. you said you wanted soul-crushing and intense, and i’ll give you exactly that. you’re not going to think for yourself anymore… you’re not going to get any fucking say in what you do or what i do to you. you know that right?”

you groaned and started tugging at his hair a little for something to ground you so you don’t completely melt against him. you were falling into that deep, dark abyss of him again. you reached down to rub on his hardening dick with the other hand, eliciting a surprised moan in response. you whisper in his ear, “i know. im ready for this… whatever this is. watch me every single fucking day and fuck me whenever you want without asking. i need it… i don’t want to have a moment alone anymore. i need you with me at all times. i want to feel you watching me. and i want to feel you inside my mind everywhere. consume me. devour me.”

he looked into your eyes, capturing your gaze as he gets so fucking close to you, you can feel him practically inside you already. he grips your neck again, and squeezes so you can’t breathe nearly at all. not rough, just tight. perfectly asphyxiating you so you weren’t able to say a fucking word.

you’d let him allow you to breathe or not breathe now. everything was his choice, wasn’t it? all he needed was you to admit you wanted this. you always had. the old you didn’t even exist anymore. all because of him. it was fucking perfect, and just what you deserved.

“you’re going to be mine forever. my good obedient girl.”

~

you did your normal routine today, undressing for him in the morning and staring at him longingly in the eyes like he did you so you could feel him in any way possible. it was routine. it invigorated you for the day, motivated you. it was the reason you lived and breathed.

when the nighttime came, though, you looked out the window and he wasn’t there. you pouted a little and waited there for him to reappear for as long as you could before you started to feel your eyes go blurry with tiredness. you felt lost.

its unusual, maybe he’s making beats or with his friends or something? it didn’t make you feel any better thinking that, though. you needed him to watch you get ready for bed so you could sleep properly. it wasn’t fair. his looming, imposing presence made you feel safe, and now you were uneasy being alone. you hated not having him nearby. you needed him coming upstairs to fuck you right to sleep and cuddle you so you didn’t have a moment to think for yourself or be alone.

whatever, you’ll see him in the morning, though you’re not very happy about it. you shot him a quick goodnight text with a nice picture of your naked body to show him what he’s missing and to let him know how much you missed him, and tucked yourself in. you wanted to wear these skimpy satin panties and matching top that he bought you, ones that barely covered anything. his favourite type of clothing on you. it was something to soothe you into unconsciousness if you couldn’t have him there. it wasn’t him, but it was from him. reminded you of who you belonged to. close enough.

laying in bed, you toss and turn from restlessness. your pussy was accustomed to being filled right about now, and your mind was far too full of dirty thoughts to let yourself drift off just yet. you were pent up.

he had left you all alone, not saying a fucking word to you about where he was or what he was doing. why he wasn’t with you. why he wasn’t inside you. it was just plain cruel.

your pussy throbbed thinking of what he’d be doing to you right about now… the way his fingers would curl up inside you and his tongue circling your clit… or his dick nestled so deep in your pussy, making your mind go perfectly blank… the way your mouth would feel around his dick even, making your eyes water as you felt him down your throat…

maybe just this one time. you deserve to cum after being so good for him, your poor pussy all neglected and aching all because of him. he couldn’t be mad, right? he had gotten you trained so well into taking him every fucking night, in any way he wanted, no matter what.

you reached into the soft panties to run your fingers between your soaked pussy lips, already dripping onto the fabric. you mewled in pleasure, eyes closing. he had you right where he wanted you, desperate for his dick. your finger circled your clit and you whimper his name- though not nearly as loud as if he were there. your other hand reached down to slowly insert two fingers into yourself. they didn’t get nearly as deep as his did, and it didn’t satisfy you in the same way, but fuck it was something.

the fact that you needed him so badly turned you on even more. the fact that you wished he was watching you do this to yourself because of him made your pussy even more drenched.

for a few minutes, you think about him. you slowly… oh so slowly get to the edge of your orgasm, picturing him taking you in every which way, picturing your fingers as his, your clit being circled by his tongue instead. thinking of his eyes staring at your body all fucking day and night.

you arched your back and bucked your hips into your hands, mind thinking about his eyes on you as you groan his name, mouth open in euphoria, your orgasm finally washing over you. your body twitched in the aftershock of pleasure as you pulled your hands off of yourself, and your mind finally felt perfectly empty. you finally had the bliss you were looking for.

your eyes slowly closed from exhaustion. you drifted to sleep and dreamt of him.

he’s the only thing you ever dream of nowadays.

~

you looked so beautiful when you slept. completely unaware of him watching you in the shadows.

you had been a bad girl tonight, though, hadn’t you?

hours after you fell asleep, he opened your door quietly so he could step into your darkened apartment. unlocked, of course.

the text you sent him while he was smoking with his friends was just mean. his life revolved around you. but even he needs to have a social life sometimes, even if you didn’t now that you had him. you knew he’d be back soon, so teasing him just made him crave you even more. and you knew that (such a needy slut). he left the function early, giving a bullshit excuse just so he could come over and watch his favourite girl while she was unconscious.

looking over at you as he quietly walks into your room, he sees your panties are stained from the mess you had made in them. your legs were still slightly spread, and the whole room fucking reeked of sex and arousal. you ruined the panties he gave to you. his jaw clenches.

you couldn’t even wait for him so he could finish the fucking job, could you? you’re that much of a whore that you just needed to touch yourself without asking? why not at least beg him to come over so he could enjoy your desperation and just give in and take you? did you forget who the fuck you belong to? did you forget that you don’t get to touch yourself when your pussy isn’t yours anymore? when your body is all his? how fucking selfish. he deserved to be the reason you had came. he should have been the one making you whimper his name. your hands shouldn’t ever fucking be inside you anymore unless he tells you so.

he watches your chest rise and fall, and you mumble something in your sleep and give a little whine. you must be dreaming of him again, he’s heard his name uttered from your unconscious lips before multiple times.

he can’t help but harden at the fucking sight of you like this. he’s pissed, but that only makes him need you more. it only makes him want to ruin you.

he unbuttons his jeans slowly, spits on his hand, and reaches into his briefs to grab his semi so he can slowly stroke himself. your face is so peaceful and so innocent but your body is displaying how much you needed him that you couldn’t even fucking stand one night without his fucking dick inside you.

he groans softly and mutters degrading names under his breath as he stares at your unconscious body. he forcefully silences himself so as to not wake you.

he starts rubbing up and down himself quicker and quicker, precum leaving a wet spot on the front of his underwear while he imagines touching you while you slept and feeling all over you. you were probably wet from the dream you were having about him, weren’t you? such a needy little thing for him even when you aren’t conscious. even in your fucking dreams you needed him.

he feels his orgasm quickly approaching as he squeezes around his shaft, imagining its your tight cunt instead.

he reaches down to slowly pull the soiled panties to the side to see your wet glistening pussy in the dim moonlight, and decidedly pulls them carefully down your legs so you barely stir. you always sleep deeply after an orgasm.

he pictures you whimpering and begging for him while you lay in bed all horny and alone. his desperate little cumslut. his dick twitches at the imagery in his mind and he can’t take much more, you make him feel perverted and deranged sometimes. even you being asleep makes him fucking lose it. his eyes roll into the back of his head, imagining what you’re dreaming of him doing to you. what you pictured when you came. how much you needed him that you betrayed his rules.

he whines your name quietly when he feels himself start to reach his climax, and releases all over the wet spot you left on the panties. long thick white stripes covering the fabric and soaking in, making it look so perverted and oh so pretty for when you try them on. another way for him to violate and degrade something that’s yours. another way to claim you.

he looks back up at you from the panties after he’s finished, panting hard, and your now-exposed pussy is looking so delicious and so tempting.

he climbs onto the bed, and slowly parts your legs a little. he leans down, and spreads your lips so he can see all of you, all of the leftover cum and wetness you’d left for him.

he can’t help himself. he laps it up hungrily, making you whimper a little in your sleep. his tongue circles your clit and sucks on it gently, and then moves down to dip a little into your hole so he can taste more of the mess you made, his nose rubbing against your clit a little as he buries his face as much as he could with your legs not fully spread. you unconsciously buck your hips a bit against him, murmuring incoherent things.

it made him already harden again seeing you be so fucking desperate for him even when you weren’t even awake. he sucks on your clit harder, causing a soft sleepy gasp coming out of your lips as you finally stir.

“h-hol…” you mumble, not entirely aware of what’s happening.

he hums against your skin and parts your legs further so he can finally bury his face in between them, tongue pressing flat as he licks you up and down and looking up at your face.

your eyes slowly flutter open, looking down at him. you can barely see him in the darkness, and your mind was barely able to comprehend what was going on. all you know was how good it feels. you moan softly, and start moving your hips against him as you start to finally fully wake up while he starts to get more intense with his tongue movements and suction while he worships your pussy.

you got even wetter for him, your juices dripping down his chin while he moves his face against you so you can ride it to your climax. you loved when he touched you when you were sleeping, he always knew you were having a wet dream about him anyways. it made you feel absolutely helpless. it made you the most submissive little thing for him.

your orgasm is already near, the wet dream this time had been intense to say the least, and your pussy was already craving his touch. it’s like he knew exactly what you needed.

“‘m already close baby.. your mouth feels so good..” you whisper, your voice still laced with sleep and your whimpers soft while he devoured you. he sucks on your clit and circles around it just how you like, getting you to the very peak of euphoria before it washes over you.

suddenly, his mouth is gone. he sits up, staring right at you with a small smirk on his face. your pussy is left messy and completely unsatisfied. you’re left whining and bucking your hips at him.

“hollis… what was that for? cmon… you know i need you right now… please..?”

he holds up the soiled panties, his voice dark and condescending, “i think you’ve had enough orgasms for tonight, haven’t you princess? you actually don’t seem to need anything from me at all.”

your eyes widen as you look up at him, he’s fucking pissed, you realise. he looks almost scary in the dark like this, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. you couldn’t even focus with him looking like this. with your mind mushy from sleep and being edged by him. it made you feel so small and vulnerable. you were exposed, in every way. “i-i… i needed to cum so badly… you left me here all alone… i missed you so much…”

he scoffed and threw the panties at you. “clearly you didn’t, because you wanted to be a dirty fucking whore and touch yourself when you know you could have just begged me to come home so i could fuck you to sleep. you were selfish and desperate. you think you get a fucking say? you think you have a fucking choice in when you get to masturbate?”

“n-no… i know baby… i’ve just been so good.. taking you every night. never touching myself, not once. i need you every night now, and you just left,” your voice is a shaky whine. you’re scrambling to find anything to justify what you did. you know you shouldn’t have. you know you were a bad girl. you know you didn’t have free will to touch what belonged to him. “i-i don’t know why i even d-did it… i don’t even like making myself cum… it never satisfies me like you do..”

“exactly. i know when you need to get off, not you. i know you better than you know yourself. every time you get to cum, you fucking thank me. you always need to have my permission, got it?”

“y-yes hollis.”

he reaches down, fingers running up and down through your soaked folds. you whine in response. “how much do you need me right now? how sorry are you for doing what you shouldn’t have?”

“more than anything hollis… please… i missed you so much. even a few hours without you was torture.”

“and how much do you need to cum?” his fingers start to slowly and lazily circle your clit. he was in no hurry to get you to finish.

you whimper and your eyes close, your legs spreading and your hips moving against him. “s-so fucking bad..”

he tsks, taking his hand off of you and putting his fingers in his mouth to taste you. “how can i let my girl cum of she won’t even look at me as i touch her so nicely after she’s been so bad?”

your eyes open and you stare at him. “no! i-im sorry..”

he cuts you off with his words, “sorry isn’t gonna cut it, my sweet girl. you’ve done enough tonight. but… yknow.. i’m feeling generous.“ he slowly pulls off his jeans while you’re watching wide eyed so hes just in his briefs, and he sits on the edge of the bed, facing away from you. he pats his lap, looking back at you expectantly. “well? don’t you wanna be a good girl for me? come here princess.”

you scramble up and get off the bed so you can stand right in front of him in between his legs. “are you gonna let me ride you tonight? i’ll make you feel so fucking good…” you whisper and lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips, beginning to climb into his lap.

he shakes his head, instead pulling you onto his thigh. he pulls away from your kiss, “no no sweetheart, i want you to get yourself off on me.”

your eyes widen, and you look down at his bare leg. “w-what?”

“you’re gonna make my thigh enough for you tonight. it’s all you’re gonna get for being a disobedient little slut. you don’t deserve my dick. so you’re going to use my fuckin leg to hump on like the desperate little thing you are.”

you look back up at him, and his eyes are piercing right into yours. he’s dead serious. he pulls you down onto his thigh so your bare pussy is pressed against it. any bit of contact feels fucking amazing right now on your neglected cunt. you moan softly.

“o-okay…” you’re hesitant, but you slowly start to move back and forth on him, the slick from before allowing for plenty of lubrication to do so. your clit rubs harshly against his hardened thigh muscle, and it makes your body arch into him.

his arms wrap around your waist so you’re pressed right against him, his lips finding yours. you moan again, and his tongue slips in immediately so he can hungrily taste all of you. his kisses always sucked the soul right out of you, leaving you with nothing left so youre just his little submissive pet he can play with. you let him devour you, you needed him so fucking badly in any way possible.

your hips start moving quicker on his leg, you feel fucking pathetic humping him like this. but it felt so good, and it was better than anything you could do by yourself. he was always right. he knew exactly how and when you needed to cum. you don’t know why you ever trusted yourself to make decisions…

“f-fuck…” you mumble into his mouth, your pussy making wet sounds obscenely as it moves quicker and quicker against him. you felt fucking humiliated, feeling so good as you used him like this. him not even touching your pussy and making you unravel on top of him. you picturing him feeling your soaked pussy rubbing itself on him, making a fucking mess. your mind already blank from how good it feels. once again, your mind is falling into that place that it always does when he’s near you.

his lips move to your ear to whisper in it, his hand gripping your jaw like he always does when he wants you to know he’s in charge of you. “you’re nothing without me now. every fucking thing you do is now what i say. got it? your little stunt you pulled tonight is gonna have you asking my permission to do fucking everything. you think i was always around before? watching you like that? well now you’re not getting even a fucking second alone anymore. you dont have that privilege. you dont get to choose anything anymore.”

you nod and whimper, his words getting you closer to your orgasm. “g-god… yes hollis… whatever you say…” you can barely think, rubbing your wet pussy against him, your clit being stimulated harshly and your dripping hole begging for something to fill it. “i-im close baby… so close… please… please let me cum for you…” you whine and look at him, biting your lip.

you’re blushing so hard, you look so fucking desperate for him, begging to be told what to do. “yeah? you wanna cum on me angel? all from using my thigh? go ahead. eye contact like i always say.”

you nod and stare at him as your orgasm rips through you. it’s intense, to say the least; it’s been hours since you came before, your body was just waiting for release. waiting for the permission from him to just let go… you shake a little as you grip onto him and ride it out on him, your mouth open in pure bliss. you curse and slow down after it’s done, eyes closing.

he smirks and grips your hips tightly, pushing you back and forth again on him. you gasp and lean your head back. “h-hol… i don’t… it’s too much…”

“i didn’t ask, did i? no protesting. you’ll take whatever i fucking make you do.”

you nod and your eyes close, his hands are guiding your overstimulated pussy on his hardened muscle, your poor clit and hole rubbing harshly on him sending shockwaves of pleasure up into you. you twitch and whimper a little. your voice is soft and high pitched, “d-daddy…” all you can do is moan and let your mind go completely blank for him from all of it. he had made you lose yourself, once again. all you knew was him. all you knew was the pleasure he was giving you. all you knew was anything he fucking said.

“i know baby, i know. just take it like a good girl.” he gently cups your face with his other hand, and his thumb gently strokes your cheek. tears had begun falling, so he wipes them away. how pretty you were like this for him, he knew where your headspace was at now. fucking finally. he didn’t want any bit of you left after the shit you pulled earlier. you had thought for yourself too much, made one to many selfish decisions, and now you deserve to be put in your place. one day, he’ll put you there completely. you won’t even be able to think for yourself. one day.

right now though, you look so pretty twitching on him like this, your eyes watering from the overwhelming pleasure and crying little moans of euphoria as he grinds you to your next orgasm.

all you can do is say his name softly and curse as you climax again on him, your body arching into him and your eyes staring right at him like he told you to. it’s messy, almost painful, and you feel completely helpless against him. it’s perfect. he’s so perfect for you. it’s all you’ve ever needed.

he stops his movement of your hips after the orgasm was fully finished. “good girl.. now aren’t you gonna thank me for being so nice and letting you cum like that?”

you press a soft loving kiss on his lips. “t-thank you daddy.. thank you so much. i needed that..” you slowly get up, and look down at his thigh. it was covered and glistening with your arousal and cum.

he tsks and shakes his head. “aw baby.. you made a mess.. clean it up for me will you?”

you nod obediently and kneel in front of him, slowly licking up all of the juices you had left behind on his skin. you wanted to give him a little show. he loved the way your tongue works. you stare at him, his eyes dark and hoods lidded in arousal watching you. his hardened cock right near your face underneath his briefs. you knew it must be painful, and you wanted to make him need you even more. “mmm… tastes so good daddy…” you whisper, licking his skin clean.

he stared at you for a moment. you knew what you were doing by teasing him like that. his dick was fucking hurting from being so neglected all night. he wanted to teach you a lesson so bad that he ignored his own need to cum. it was his turn.

“get on the fucking bed. now.” he orders, voice dark and serious.

you gulp at his tone. you know what he’s about to do to you. you scramble onto the mattress, laying back with your legs spread wide open. your pussy was overwhelmed and still pulsing with overstimulation, but you fucking needed to be filled by him. he’s made you crave him so you couldn’t stand being empty for too long. “c’mere daddy..” you whisper, staring right as him as he climbs over you.

his tall frame shadows you completely, he’s fucking enormous. he smothers you in every way. he pulls his briefs down and his dick springs out. you get even wetter staring at it. he puts his entire body on yours, crushing you so perfectly as he slides himself into your pussy completely without warning. you groan as he bottoms out, pressing right against your cervix. “f-fuck… you fill me up fucking perfectly…”

“i know,” he mutters. “i told you i was made for you. i knew it all along.” he presses his forehead to yours so he can stare at you while he slides his dick out slowly to tease your entrance and punches back in harshly. your eyes roll into the back of your head as he hits your g spot dead on. “so don’t act like you know better than me and do stupid selfish shit.”

“‘m sorry daddy… never again…” your nails run down his back, you pull him even closer to you with your legs wrapping around his waist so he hits a new, deeper angle that makes your back arch and toes curl.

he grunts in approval, feeling your tight abused pussy squeezing around him. you felt especially good tonight. better than usual. it was probably from how fucking gone you were for him, just taking him like a good girl. he starts going faster, your whimpers and soft curses making him lose himself inside you. you were a fucking curse on him. made to make him lose his sanity like he makes you lose yours. “fuck… your cunt is so fucking good to me… i can’t get enough…” he pulls your one leg off of his waist, and puts it on his shoulder so he can fuck you even harder, his dick punishing you with every single thrust. he wanted you to feel every single fucking inch of him inside you.

you were gonna be sore in the morning, that’s for sure. his dick was pushing up against your cervix and g spot so perfectly, you didn’t even need your clit touched at all. “i-im close again… please… j-just… fuck me harder…”

“no.. i didn’t say you get to cum, did i? you don’t deserve to cum from my dick tonight.” he growls and latches onto you neck to bite and suck hickeys so he could mark you.

you whimper and nod. “i’m just your fucktoy… just use me to cum inside… please? i need that at least…”

“you’re just a fleshlight for me to use whenever i want, aren’t you angel? the perfect little hole to use and abuse right now and fill up with my cum…” he says in a gravelly voice against your skin, his orgasm coming at him fast as he feels you squeeze around him at his words. he grips onto your hips tightly to bruise them and pounds you so hard, your skin is slapping against his. you groan and scream his name in response, gripping onto his back weakly as he destroys you and splits your body and mind apart.

“thank me for using you like this.” he orders you, his hand wrapping around your neck just loose enough so you can barely praise him like the good girl you were.

“t-thank you d-daddy… thank y-you s-so much for fucking me like this… i n-needed it.. i deserve it…” you say softly, staring up at him with your big, dilated eyes as he unravels inside you, you looking so helpless and obedient for him, his thrusts faltering and face screwing up in pleasure. he groans your name and squeezes your neck so you can’t breathe and his climax rips through him. his cum pumps into you as he fucks it deep and slowly to feel you flutter so perfectly around him as he rides it out and makes you whimper from being denied your orgasm while you feel him pushing right against your womb.

he slowly pulls out and pulls his hands off of you. your eyes are glassy and your legs are spread for him. his seed leaks out of you and you whimper, staring right at him. your pussy was clenching around nothing, looking for anything to stimulate it in his absence that you despised so much. he knew what he was doing not letting you cum from his dick, it was what you craved all day and night. it was what you lived for. you felt utterly exhausted and degraded. you felt like you were completely ruined, actually.

“well… you’ve been so good for me princess… now since you wanted to make yourself cum tonight on your hands all alone, let me watch you as you finally finish yourself off for the night.”

he climbs off of the bed, standing right at the edge of it to look at you expectantly.

you just nod weakly, excited to finally cum again. you circle your clit with the mix of your and his cum, moaning and staring at him like a good girl as you buck your hips into your hands.

you had wished he was there earlier watching you, so at least you get to have that. you rub your neglected clit faster as your mouth opens in pleasure. you’re already close, his dick and words had brought you so close to the edge.

“look so pretty touching yourself for me… you should see how fucking hopeless you look without my dick making you cum though… like you’re nothing without it. now beg me to cum like the good little slut you are.”

“oh g-god hollis p-please… please daddy…” you’re oh so close, you need him to tell you what to do. you need to finish so fucking bad right in front of him.

you sound so perfectly broken now. he knew how much you needed this, and how upset you were that it wasn’t him making you feel so good. this would teach you to never fuck around with what was his ever again.

“go ahead.” he mutters, eyes glued right on your poor abused messy fluttering cunt.

his humiliating taunt and your fingers rubbing on yourself helplessly with his cum that leaked out of you made you finally lose it. you moan loudly as your eyes roll into the back of your head for a moment and your orgasm washes over you with him watching you silently. you curse as you finish yourself off after a few seconds. you lift your hand off of your pussy. he shakes his head suddenly.

“i didn’t say you could stop. you want to be a bad girl and cum without me, fine. then make yourself cum until i tell you to stop.”

you whimper and put your hand back on your clit. you twitch at the overstimulation, a feeling you know all too well. it makes you gasp and bite your lip so you can hold on all the pitiful, whiny sounds that you want to emit.

you stare at him as you make yourself finish yet again after a couple seconds.

you grow louder and louder as he watches wordlessly, arms crossed over his chest. you cum again. and again. and again. minutes go by, you don’t know how fucking long it’s been in your haze. and your poor pussy is throbbing. your mind is fucking broken. your body is, too. you don’t know the pathetic whines or pleas for mercy you’ve said to him.

you lost count of the orgasms you’d had. your fingers are sore, and you can’t go much longer. all you can do is fucking beg him like the slut you were with any bit of brain power you had left. “p-please daddy… let me stop. i’m sorry i didn’t ask you if i could touch myself. i know i needed permission… i know i should have just begged you to come home…” your voice cracks in a whine. your eyes start to tear up again from the constant painful euphoria. it wasn’t pleasurable. it was a punishment. you didn’t want to orgasm anymore. it was exactly what he expected to come from this. what you deserved for disobeying him.

“but this is what you wanted, right? to touch yourself like a little whore? you never ever touch yourself without me. your pussy is mine, do you hear me? it doesn’t belong to you anymore. that night you first spoke to me is when you stopped having the ability to say no. or have the ability to choose what you do with your body. or have any privacy. i don’t care how badly you need me or need to cum. you fucking wait like a good girl or else this is what you get. this is what you fucking asked for.”

all you can utter as you stare at him and continue fucking your swollen pussy is a soft “please?”

“you’d never cum again if i told you, wouldn’t you? you’ll do anything i say. no matter what.”

“f-fuck… yes. you’re always right. i don’t want to have a fucking say here. i’ll never fucking disobey you again. i p-promise. i’m just your little toy. a fucking hole to use. i-i’m nothing without you.” you cum once again on your fingers from admitting your full submission to him, your body arching and tears running down your face from shame. you can’t do this. your body is fully his now. broken. used. addicted.

“fucking finally. good girl. you can stop.”

you pull your hands off quickly to put an end the painful pleasure.

he leans down to grab the discarded panties from hours before, the ones with the remnants of both of your arousals on them. he hands them to you. “put these one for me.”

you nod, pulling them on slowly. you can feel the crusted soiled fabric against your sore aching cunt. you felt the dried cum he left for you there on your lips, right over where he owned you. it was his way of making you his. it was another way for him to degrade you completely, and make you feel so violated for him.

“now get some beauty sleep for me princess. i want you refreshed and rejuvenated for tomorrow when i fuck you senseless right as you wake up.”

you nod, laying back down and snuggling into the bed and waiting for him to come over to cuddle you and grope your body to sleep. you hoped his dick was the thing that woke you. you hoped it was inside you in at least some way. you hoped it would be like that every single morning. it probably would be. just his little doll to use, watch, and fuck how he likes.

“whatever you say, hollis.”

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@divinelyprotectedgirl and i’s baby except i just came up with some of the concept and she’s just a fucking genius like wow go and read it immediately

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frat flick

in which the cute boy from your marketing class invites you to his party, and his friend joins.

tags: nate + hollis, 3some, fem! reader, oral (m+f recieving), piv, drinking, frat boy ba

wc: 4521

note: first fic :) lmk what you think

Nathan Subbiondo had a crush. He was a junior in college, but he still found himself with a crush, a big one, that he was too shy to talk to. He thought that you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. All big eyes and wild curiosity in a class where he barely understood what the professor was trying to say. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but staring at the back of your head or the side of your face was the only reason he wasn’t a perpetual skipper. 

Hollis knew of Nate’s crush; of course he did. The two had told each other everything since the day they met. It wasn’t hard for Holis to tell that Nate was pining over a girl when he actually went to class or when he’d start posting shirtless on his Instagram stories more. 

But with the years of friendship, he had also learned that Nate would never go about actually asking you out. Nate had only lost his virginity at 16 because Hollis found him a willing girl, hyped her up, and then got them both drunk enough. And his luck with girls had never been too strong, preferring casual hookups over any actual commitment. It was easier that way.

That’s how you ended up invited to this stupid frat party. Nate tapped your shoulder after class and said that his frat was hosting a rager on Saturday and he could totally get you on the guest list (since when did frat parties have guest lists??). and that it’d be a great time. It was all Hollis’ idea, of course, a replica of what Jonah did to get with his current girlfriend. So when you found yourself agreeing, having nothing better to do, Nate was a bit over the moon. 

This wouldn't be your first frat party. Maybe your first in a minute, but certainly not your first. You had gone to dozens in your first two years of college, but now living off campus, you just didn't have the money and weren't around enough.

You slipped on a ruffled blue mini-dress with basic heels and a sweater for the cold before taking an Uber down to their frat house. How embarrassing, spending $13 for what would likely be a shitty party just because you didn't want to take the bus. You hadn’t been to this frat, but the one across the street many, many times; it felt familiar enough. 

Nate sat on their dingy old couch, watching as his friends talked up different girls and got drunker and drunker. He didn’t drink, so he was pretty bored, just watching as people talked and hoping you’d show up soon. 

“You seem bored; loosen up,” Hollis remarked as he sat down next to Nate, a red Solo cup and a joint balanced in one hand. Nate just shrugged. “I invited this girl, and she hasn’t shown yet.” He sighs, slightly embarrassed that he had to say that.

Hollis, ever the ladies' man, wrapped his arm around Nate's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smirk. “She’ll show. It’s barely 9:30. Half the people aren’t even here yet. The girl I invited can’t even make it.” He scoffs, as if the idea of a girl not falling at his feet was the most far-fetched thing he had ever heard. 

“Whatever, dude.” Nate responded, not having it. 

You make your way to the entrance, giving your name to the freshman working the door and walking in without having to pay a dime. Thank god for the guest list, you think as you enter the house. 

Nate’s eyes widen when you walk in; he had never seen you in something other than jeans, and it was even sexier than he imagined late at night. He gulps and taps Hollis’ knee. “That’s her.” Hollis looks over to you, letting out a whistle, “Goddamn, her? I see you, I see you.” He elbows Nate, letting out an appreciative whistle.

While they ogled you, you quickly found your friend Morgan from your econ class chatting up some guy. She got you a drink and offered to hang around you for the rest of the night once you said you really didn’t know anyone here. You two stood off in a corner, gossiping about a girl you saw on Instagram or a boy she went out with twice last month. 

Mid-discussion of Laura from your Tuesday class dating a man old enough to be her grandpa, Morgan pointed off in the distance, “Girl, I don’t want to interrupt you, but those two guys are staring you down.” Your eyes drift over to where she’s pointing; Nate and Hollis are still focused on you. 

“Oh yeah, that’s Nate from my marketing class.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow, grinning like she’d just caught you red-handed. “Nate from your group project? He’s cute. Why’s he staring like that, though? You got something going on?”

You shook your head quickly, taking a sip of your drink to buy yourself a second before answering. “No. We’ve barely talked. He’s pretty in his own world constantly.” You paused, remembering the way he’d fumbled his words when he invited you. “He’s... nice, I think. He got me on the guest list tonight.”

Morgan smirked, leaning in. “Well, he clearly wants you if he did all that.”

You followed her gaze again. Hollis was clearly saying something to Nate, teasing him probably. Nate was shaking his head, red creeping up the back of his neck. Hollis slapped him on the back, pushed the cup in his hand, and said something else before getting up.

And then Nate was standing in front of you.

You looked away fast, pretending to be absorbed in whatever Morgan was saying, even though your heartbeat picked up like you were fifteen again. You could feel him walking closer before you saw him, slow, hesitant steps, like he was psyching himself up with every inch.

“Hey,” came his voice, slightly too soft for the music but still audible.

You turned, smiling politely. “Hey, Nate.”

He looked like he couldn’t believe you remembered his name. “Hey. I’m, uh… glad you came.”

You laughed under your breath, and it made him relax a little. “Well, you did put me on the guest list.”

He grinned, eyes flickering down then back up to yours. “Yeah, yeah, exclusive party and all.” He looked over at a couple that were practically eating each other in the corner. Really exclusive. 

There was a brief silence, not awkward but… silent. People brushed past, lights flashed, the bass made the floor vibrate, and Nate finally said, “Do you want to go outside? It’s kind of loud in here.”

You looked at Morgan, who gave you a look that said, "Go." You nodded and followed him through the crowd of bodies and beer cans until you were outside, on the porch lit by a single flickering bulb.

The air was cold, your breath visible. Nate leaned against the railing, rubbing his palms together nervously. He was really about to do this. “So... you like marketing?” he asked, then immediately winced. “That’s the lamest question, sorry—”

You laughed, really laughed this time, and he smiled like that sound might kill him.

“It’s fine. Honestly, I barely understand anything in that class either,” you admitted.

His eyes lit up. “Right? I thought I was the only one!”

There was something endearing about how unpolished he was, how his sentences tripped over themselves like his brain was two beats ahead of his mouth. You tucked your hair behind your ear, glancing over at him.

The porch door creaked open behind you, and before Nate could say another word, Hollis slipped out with the kind of aura that came from knowing exactly when to interrupt.

“There you are, man,” he said, bumping the door shut with his foot. He grinned at you, eyes flicking up and down in one casual sweep. “And you must be the famous girl from marketing class.”

You blinked, caught between flattered and defensive. “Famous?”

Nate groaned. “Don’t start, dude.”

Hollis laughed, ignoring him. “He’s been talking about you for, what, a month? Two? I feel like I already know you. You’re basically the reason he’s been dragging himself to that godawful class.”

Nate’s face went red, his cup trembling just slightly in his hand. “Holli, seriously—”

You smiled into your drink. “Is that true?”

“Maybe,” Nate muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Hollis leaned against the railing beside you, close enough that you could smell the faint mix of weed and cologne on him. “Don’t let him play it cool. Nate’s got this whole artistic, quiet frat boy thing going on. It works in his favor sometimes. Girls eat that up.”

You laughed. “And what’s your thing, then?”

“My thing?” Hollis tilted his head, grin sharp. “I’m going to be a fucking superstar, sweetheart. I’m a once-in-a-goddamn-lifetime talent.” 

“I’d say it’s more arrogance,” Nate shot back, half under his breath.

“See, he gets jealous when I talk to girls he likes,” Hollis said, still smiling at you. “It’s adorable, honestly.”

The air between you three felt electric now. It was playful but also precarious. Nate looked like he couldn’t decide whether to step closer or disappear, while Hollis seemed to thrive on the tension, leaning in with the ease of someone who’d never been told no.

You swirled your drink, feigning indifference. “So, do you guys always tag-team like this?” You hid the way the idea of having both of them made your heat get a little hotter and your mind fill with the kind of dirty thoughts that warranted a baptism. 

Hollis laughed, low and unbothered. “Only when the girl’s worth it.” He wasn’t even really thinking about that before, but now he was. 

Nate finally exhaled a nervous laugh. “He’s kidding. He’s… he’s always like this. We’ve never “tag-teamed” a girl before.” 

But you could tell, from the way Nate’s eyes flicked to Hollis, that part of him wasn’t entirely sure what game his best friend was playing, or if he could keep up with it. 

Hollis turned back toward Nate, voice teasing but with an undercurrent of something else. “C’mon, man. Show her around the house or something. I know I’m God, but don’t just stand there looking like you’re waiting for divine intervention.”

Nate shot him a glare, then looked at you. He was hesitant but hopeful. “Uh, yeah. Do you want to go see the upstairs? It’s quieter. I mean…if you want.”

You caught the look Hollis gave you behind Nate’s shoulder, that mischievous glint that seemed to ask whether you’d keep playing along.

And before you knew it, you smiled. “Sure. Show me around.”

Hollis’s grin widened. “Now it’s a party.”

The hallway upstairs was half-lit, the air thick with spilled beer, perfume, and the hum of a bass that trembled through the floorboards. Nate led the way, hands in his pockets, glancing back to make sure you were following. Hollis trailed just behind, still holding his cup, unbothered, like he owned the place, which, in a way, he did.

“So this is where the magic happens,” Hollis joked, sweeping his arm toward a line of closed doors, most of them marked with scrawled tape labels or signs that said things like “Please wear a condom; we don’t want frat babies” or “Please don’t puke in the sinks.”

“Yeah, real magical,” Nate muttered.

You laughed, eyes darting around the hallway. “So which one’s yours?”

Nate hesitated for half a second, then nodded toward the door at the end. “That one. Don’t worry, it’s not gross.”

He wasn’t lying, not entirely. It was small and kind of messy, but not disgusting. The bed was made, there were some textbooks open on the desk, and the faint smell of detergent covered any trace of frat boy nastiness.

You stepped inside, leaning against the wall as Nate shut the door behind you. Hollis followed, uninvited, and made himself at home on the edge of Nate’s bed, grinning like he knew exactly what he was doing.

There was a pause, a beat where all three of you seemed to realize how close the space was, how the music downstairs suddenly felt far away.

Hollis leaned back on his elbows, studying you. “You’re not what I expected,” he said finally.

You tilted your head. “What’d you expect?”

“Some quiet little thing. Shy. The type who sits in the back of class and never talks.” He smirked. “You’re not that, are you?”

You smiled faintly. “No. I just don’t talk to people who aren’t interesting.”

Hollis laughed, impressed. “I like her,” he said, glancing at Nate. “You’ve got taste.”

Nate looked between you two, trying to keep his composure. “You’re doing that thing again, dude.”

“What thing?”

“That thing where you flirt with people just to mess with me.”

Hollis grinned wider. “Hey, if you don’t want to play, I’ll take your spot.”

The words hung there a little too long. Nate’s jaw tightened. You could tell he wanted to say something, wanted to step closer, but instead he just ran a hand through his hair and mumbled, “You’re a dick.”

“Yeah, but I’m a charming one,” Hollis said. He turned to you, lowering his voice. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

You looked at him, then at Nate; his nervous eyes, his tense posture, and the way he kept stealing glances at you like he couldn’t believe you were really in his room. There was something sweet in that awkwardness, something that made you want to reach out, even as Hollis’s confidence pulled at you in a different way.

“I think you both are,” you said finally.

Hollis’s grin faltered just slightly, just enough for you to notice, before he laughed it off. “Fair enough.”

Nate exhaled, and for the first time that night, you saw a flicker of courage in him. He took a step forward, then another, until he was close enough that you could smell his cologne, clean and unfamiliar.

“You want another drink?” he asked, voice low.

“Maybe later,” you said.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward this time. It was warm, uncertain, and alive.

Nate’s room still hummed faintly from the bass downstairs, a low vibration that seemed to pulse through the floor. His speakers were on the desk, surrounded by cables, MIDI pads, and a half-open laptop still running some software you didn’t know the name of.

Hollis drifted toward it first, curiosity, or maybe instinct, pulling him in. “You’ve been working on that new track?” he asked, brushing his fingers across the glowing keys.

“Yeah,” Nate said, a little defensive. “It’s not done.”

“Play it.”

Nate hesitated, but you were looking at him too now, expectant, and that was enough. He sat at the desk and hit the space bar. The sound filled the room, fast and energetic, the kind of melody that you couldn’t resist. You could hear his fingerprints in it: subtle, precise, and a little chaotic.

You leaned against the wall, the bass a steady thrum against your spine. “You made this?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Me and Hollis.”

“Mostly me,” Hollis responded with a grin.

You smiled, watching them. The way they moved in tandem without needing to talk was almost like choreography. Hollis adjusted a knob, and Nate’s hand brushed his, neither of them breaking rhythm. The track was built and broke and built again, a pulse that felt almost alive.

“This is… good,” you said quietly.

Nate looked up, almost shyly. “You think so?”

“I do,” you said. “It feels like… the start of a moment. But sonically.”

Hollis shot you a look over his shoulder, that familiar smirk softened now. “That’s kind of our thing,” he said. “Music that feels like a moment.”

You caught the way Nate’s eyes flicked to you at that—quick, nervous, and curious. The air in the room thickened a little, the music filling in what none of you said.

Hollis turned the volume down, but the silence that followed felt louder than the sound itself. “You want to try something?” he asked. “Add a layer. Vocals, even.”

You laughed. “I don’t sing.”

“Neither can Hollis. It doesn’t matter,” Nate said. “Just talk. Say something into the mic.”

You hesitated, then crossed the room. Hollis handed you the headphones after scoffing at Nate’s remark, and Nate set up the mic, his hands steady but his breathing uneven.

“Just say whatever,” Nate said, glancing up at you. “A line, a word, something that sounds right.”

You leaned toward the mic, heart racing a little, and said softly the first words that came to mind, “I’m really having a good time.”

The words came out quieter than you meant, but through the headphones they sounded bigger, closer, and intimate. Nate looped the phrase, distorting it slightly, layering it over the beat until your voice became rhythm itself.

Hollis nodded along, half-smiling. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s it.”

Nate looked at you again, this time not as shyly. “You kind of made the track,” he said.

You smiled, the moment lingering between all three of you like static in the air. For a second, none of you moved. The laptop screen glowed against your face, the sound looping quietly, your voice echoing over and over.

Nate sat back down next to you, honey-brown eyes looking over your body once again. 

“I’m not the type of girl that does this,” you say quietly as the tension becomes too impossible to ignore. 

“That does what?” Hollis smirks, wanting to hear it all from your pretty pink lips.

“I mean… I’m not a slut. I get around, but I’m not like…a freak.” A small blush appears on your cheeks. You really wanted both of them; you could feel a wetness form between your thighs, but you had never done… this. 

Nate, sensing your hesitance, scoots a little closer, pushing some of your hair behind your shoulders, “I’ve never done this either. I’ve never really wanted to. But you, you’re special—”

He’s trying to make you feel comfortable when Hollis, ever the charmer, butts in, “I’ve done this before. C’mon, pretty girl, you’re safe with me.”

He brings his lips to your neck, making you squirm. Nate's head snapped up, eyes wide. "Hollis—when did you—"

Hollis scoffs, “With Ryan and that blonde, remember?” Nate rolls his eyes, not surprised but also not totally on board with the way his friend was trying to seduce you. Hollis reattaches his lips to your neck, making you squirm. 

'He's been jerking off to thoughts of you for months, you know that? Staring at you in class like you're the only thing keeping him sane.' He pressed wet kisses against your neck before giving a small bite. 'And me? I've been picturing how you'd look with both of us taking turns making you scream since you got here.”

Your pulse raced, a thrill shooting straight to your core as Hollis's words hung in the air and his lips surely left a mark on you. Nate stood frozen, but you saw the way his jeans tightened at the front, the outline of his hardening cock pressing against the fabric.

Hollis's hand slid up your arm to your shoulder, then to the nape of your neck, tilting your head so his lips hovered inches from yours. 'Tell me to stop if you want,' he murmured, but his eyes dared you to say otherwise. When you didn't, he closed the gap, kissing you hard, his tongue pushing past your lips to claim your mouth with a hunger that made your knees weak.

You moaned into the kiss, your hands instinctively grabbing his shirt, pulling him closer. Behind you, Nate's breath hitched, and then his hands were on your hips, tentative at first, fingers digging in as he pressed his body against yours. You felt his erection grind against your ass, solid and insistent, as he buried his face in your neck, lips brushing your skin.

'Fuck, Nate,' Hollis broke the kiss, grinning wickedly as he watched his friend. 'That's it. Think she’s getting wet already?'

Nate's hands trembled as they slid under your shirt, palms warm against your bare stomach. He kissed your shoulder, then higher, nipping at your earlobe. 'Is this okay?' he whispered, voice rough with need, but you nodded, arching back into him.

Hollis didn't wait for more words. His fingers worked the button of your jeans open, tugging the zipper down with a rasp that cut through the tension. He shoved the denim down your thighs, exposing your black lace panties, already damp at the crotch from the building heat. 'Look at that,' he growled, palming your pussy through the thin fabric, rubbing slow circles over your clit until you gasped. 'Soaking for us.'

Nate's hands joined in, one sliding up to cup your breast, thumb flicking your nipple through your bra until it hardened into a peak. He squeezed, a low groan escaping him as he rutted against your ass, his cock throbbing with each thrust.

You reached back, grabbing Nate's thigh to pull him tighter, while your other hand fumbled with Hollis's belt. The clink of metal was loud in the quiet room as you freed his cock, thick and veined, precum already beading at the tip. You wrapped your fingers around it, stroking firmly, feeling it twitch in your grip.

Hollis hissed, bucking into your hand. 'Yeah, just like that, baby. Stroke my cock while Nate gets you ready.' He hooked his fingers into your panties, yanking them down to your ankles. Cool air hit your bare pussy, making you shiver, but then his fingers were there, parting your folds, two digits sliding inside your slick heat with ease.

You cried out, clenching around him as he pumped in and out, his thumb pressing your clit. Nate, emboldened, unclasped your bra and shoved your shirt up, mouth latching onto your nipple. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks down your spine.

He stripped off his shirt, revealing toned muscles glistening with a light sheen of sweat, then kicked off his shoes and pants. Nate followed suit, fumbling but quick, his cock springing free, almost longer than Hollis's, curved slightly, and flushed red with arousal.

They pushed you flat on the bed, Nate laying you down gently on the rumpled sheets while Hollis climbed over you, positioning himself between your legs. He gripped your thighs, spreading them wide, and dove in, tongue flat against your cunt, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long, firm stroke.

Nate knelt beside you, cock in hand, stroking slowly as he watched. 'You're so beautiful like this,' he murmured, leaning down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans. His free hand roamed your body, pinching your other nipple, tracing your curves. 

Hollis pulled back, lips shiny with your juices. 'Your turn, Sib. Taste her.' He shifted aside, and Nate eagerly took his place, hesitating only a second before lowering his head. His tongue was softer at first, exploratory laps along your slit, but when you bucked against his face, he grew bolder, sucking your clit while Hollis fed you his cock.

You opened wide, taking Hollis deep, your tongue swirling around the head as you bobbed, tasting the salt of his precum. He fucked your mouth shallowly, hand in your hair, guiding you. 'Fuck yeah—perfect little slutty mouth.”

Nate's licks turned frantic, his fingers joining his tongue, three now stretching you as he hummed against your pussy, vibrations making you clench. The dual assault had you teetering on the edge, body coiling tight.

'Come on his face,' Hollis ordered, pulling out of your mouth with a slick sound. Nate obeyed without question, lapping harder until your orgasm crashed over you, walls pulsing, thighs quaking as you cried out, grinding against his mouth.

They didn't give you time to recover. Hollis flipped you onto your hands and knees, slapping your ass lightly before lining up his cock at your entrance. 'Gonna fuck this tight pussy now,' he grunted, thrusting in with one smooth push, bottoming out as you stretched around his girth.

You cried out, pushing back, while Nate knelt in front, offering his cock to your lips. You took him eagerly, hollowing your cheeks as Hollis set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward, balls slapping your clit with each drive.

'Fuck, she's gripping me so tight,' Hollis panted, hands bruising your hips. He reached around, rubbing your clit in fast circles, prolonging the aftershocks of your climax.

Nate threaded his fingers through your hair, fucking your mouth gently at first, then deeper as his shyness melted away. 'Your mouth shit feels amazing.' His abs tensed, thrusts picking up speed. Hollis brings his friend's face closer to his, pulling him into a hot kiss and tasting your juices on his lips.

The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, wet kisses, and muffled groans. Hollis pounded harder, angling to hit your G-spot, while Nate's cock hit the back of your throat. Another orgasm built fast, coiling low in your belly.

'Come again,' Hollis demanded, pulling his lips away from Nate’s and slapping your ass harder this time, the sting pushing you over. You shattered around him, cunt milking his cock, and he followed with a roar, pulling out to cum across your back in hot spurts.

Nate pulled from your mouth, stroking furiously until he spilled over your chest, ropes of cum painting your back as he gasped your name. Their cum mixed together on your back, and Hollis reached out to put some on his thumb, bringing it up to Nate’s lips. Nate was hesitant at first but eventually took his friend’s thumb into his mouth, tasting his own juices. You watched with wide eyes, still trying to catch your breath.

The party went on downstairs; the music was still faint, but honestly you were too tired to get out of Nate’s bed. He gave Hollis a quick glance, signaling for him to get out of his room for a moment. Hollis nods, gives your ass a quick squeeze, and makes his way to the door. “Getting a towel.”

You hum, turning your attention back to Nate, who is wrapping you in his arms. “Sorry about him. I really wanted this with you tonight, but… he’s here.”

“No, no.” You shake your head. “I had fun. I… I liked that a lot.”

“Really?” Nate’s eyes widened; he expected you had fun, but also… it was a lot. “Then I guess you wouldn’t want to go out with me one day?” Slight defeat was present in his voice; he still wanted you so bad. 

You shook your head again, giving him a reassuring smile. “No, I’d love that. Tonight will just be tonight, okay? We can rediscuss threesomes or whatever in the future. I don’t really care.” You nuzzle in closer to Nate.

At that, Hollis comes back in with a towel, draping it over your back that was still covered in both of their cum, but you barely noticed. 

[im-my-delusions]

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Rough!dom!hollis x reader, overstimulation, p in v, oral (receiving), alcohol, weed, idk what else to put im exhausted :)

Word count: 1.4k

A/n: this is my first time writing in a while, lmk if you prefer I use “you” instead of “I”. Lmk if you have any ideas!

The party was dissolving into a blur of lights, laughter, and bass that thumped so hard it felt like it was syncing with my heartbeat. Between the shots and the blunt making its rounds, I was floating. Warm, loose, and electric. I looked good tonight. Really good. My reflection earlier had confirmed it; everything about me screamed confidence.

Men noticed too. They came up one after another with their compliments and lazy grins, and I soaked it in. Tonight was supposed to be about fun—about forgetting.

And then he walked in.

That familiar golden hair caught the light first, and my stomach twisted. Hollis. The one name that could ruin a perfectly good night. He looked just as infuriatingly perfect as ever—broad shoulders, that smug, knowing smirk, and eyes that seemed to promise sin with every glance. The same eyes that had looked right through me when he humiliated me in front of everyone.

I wanted to hate him. God, I tried. But even now, one look at him and my heart was doing that stupid thing again.

No. Not tonight.

Tonight, I was going to show him exactly what he threw away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him take a seat in a shadowed corner, relaxed and arrogant, like he owned the room. It didn’t take long before a plastic blonde draped herself over him, her laugh shrill and fake. My jaw tightened.

I reached for the bottle. Two more shots of Bacardi. One, then the other, the burn chasing away hesitation. The room spun just enough to make me brave.

That’s when I saw him. The perfect opposite of Hollis—tall, dark, clean-cut. A walking challenge.

I sauntered over and plucked the blunt from his lips, taking a slow drag as I met his gaze. “And who are you?” he asked, voice low and amused.

I leaned close, my breath brushing his ear. “Whoever you want me to be.”

His grin said he liked that answer. I replaced the blunt between his lips and tugged him toward the dance floor. Just far enough that Hollis could see.

“Dance with me,” I said, hand splayed against his chest.

“With pleasure.”

The music swallowed us whole. His hands roamed, mine followed, our movements teasingly close—bodies melting into the rhythm, heat building with every beat. But Hollis wasn’t watching.

Fine. I could fix that.

I beckoned another guy over, whispering something in his ear. He smirked and made his way to the DJ. The tempo shifted to slow, sultry. 2 On filled the air.

Now everyone was watching.

The second guy returned, and I pulled him into the dance. One behind me, one in front, my body caught between them as the song pulsed through us. Their hands explored, their lips found my skin, and for a moment I forgot what I was doing this for. It felt good. Too good. Someone’s leg found its way between my own, and I was making my way to a release.

Then everything stopped.

A hand—firm, possessive—clamped around my wrist, yanking me back.

“Hey! Let go of me!” I snapped, spinning around. My protest died in my throat when I saw that blond hair and those furious brown eyes.

“Hollis, what the hell—”

He didn’t answer. He just pulled. The crowd blurred as he dragged me down the hall and into a bathroom, slamming the door shut behind us.

“Yeah, I’m not doing this,” I said, trying to brush past him. But before I could, he stepped in front of the door and locked it.

We were close now, too close. His scent hit me, that intoxicating mix of weed and cologne that made my pulse quicken.

“What the fuck was that, Y/N?” His voice was sharp, but underneath it was something else, jealousy.

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

He caught my face in his hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I’m going to ask you again—what the fuck was that?”

“Why do you care?” I shot back. “You made your choice.”

His jaw clenched. “You really think they could make you feel as good as I can?”

The laugh that left me was shaky. “They got me closer than you ever did.”

His lips curved into something dark. “Oh really?”

Before I could answer, his mouth was on mine—rough, desperate, claiming. The air crackled between us, every nerve alive. My back hit the wall and I melted, the taste of him flooding back all at once. Anger, want, and something dangerously close to need.

He kissed me deeper, his hands finding my waist, pulling me closer until the world disappeared. My mind screamed don’t, but my body had already chosen yes.

His lips traced a path down my neck, finding that spot that made me gasp. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the tension spiraled higher.

Suddenly, he pulled back, breath ragged, his eyes locked on mine. In one smooth motion, he ripped my skirt up and lifted me onto the sink. The air between us tightened as he knelt before me. His gaze never wavering, every movement deliberate.

His hands stroked my thighs, inching closer and closer to my core, until his fingers hooked into the edge of my panties and yanked them aside. I gasped, but he silenced me with a fierce glare, his eyes burning with raw anger that made my pulse race. Without a word, he dove in, his mouth crashing against my pussy like he was punishing it for existing. His tongue lashed out, flat and hard, dragging over my clit in rough strokes that sent jolts straight through me.

"Fuck you," he growled against my folds, the vibration making me buck. "Acting like you don't want this." His hands gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise, spreading me wider as he sucked my clit into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to sting. I threaded my fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer, but he slapped my hand away, pinning both wrists to the sink behind me with one massive palm.

He ate me out like it was a fight, tongue thrusting inside me, then swirling back to my clit with brutal precision. My body betrayed me fast—waves of heat building until I shattered, my first orgasm ripping through me. I cried out, legs shaking, but he didn't stop. He kept going, lapping at my slickness, fingers digging into my skin as he forced me to ride the edge again.

"Not done," he snarled, standing up abruptly and shoving his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum. He grabbed my hips, yanking me to the edge of the sink, and slammed into me without warning. The stretch burned, his girth filling me completely, and I screamed, nails raking down his arms. He fucked me hard, each thrust angry and deep, hips snapping like he was trying to break me.

"Say it," he demanded through gritted teeth, one hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur. "Admit I'm better than those pricks you were with." His other hand playing with my nipple through my shirt. I shook my head defiantly, even as my pussy clenched around him, another orgasm building from the raw friction.

He laughed darkly, pounding harder, the sink creaking under us. "Stubborn bitch." He released my throat to slap my ass, the sharp sting pushing me over. My second climax hit like a storm, walls fluttering wildly around his cock, but he didn't slow. He kept thrusting through it, overstimulating every nerve until it hurt so good, my body trembling uncontrollably.

Tears streamed down my face as he angled his hips, hitting that spot inside me over and over. "Please," I whimpered, but he just grinned, feral and unyielding. His pace turned punishing. The pressure built again, too soon, too intense, and I came a third time, sobbing his name as my vision whited out.

Still, he didn't stop. He fucked me relentlessly, his cock dragging against my oversensitive walls, forcing sparks of pleasure and pain. "Say it," he hissed, leaning in to bite my shoulder hard enough to mark. My body was a live wire, every thrust sending me spiraling, until I couldn't take it anymore.

"You're better!" I gasped, breaking. "Fuck, you're so much better—please, I can't—" He groaned, finally slamming deep one last time, flooding me with hot cum as he came, his body shuddering against mine. We stayed like that, panting, his forehead pressed to my collarbone, the anger ebbing into something possessive and spent.

His fingers gripped my chin, tilting my face up until I had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Was that so hard, angel?” he drawled, voice low and laced with command, the corner of his mouth lifting into a wicked smirk that dared me to look away.

[down4thegame]

kisses to my exes

wc: 2.6k | unedited | lowercase intentional

tags: rommulas x reader, rommulas smut, ex! rommulas, roman leal, praise

i wrote this all in one go while procrastinating some other stuff so its sooo short and incredibly mid, hope it can tide you over for now tho xox

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he was staring at you - you felt it before you saw it. his gaze was piercing through the side of your skull like a gunshot, and it took all you had not to show how uncomfortable you were. you felt like a zoo animal, being nitpicked and scrutinized. you could only make him out through your peripheral vision, not wanting to turn fully for fear of him approaching you. he was leaning against the wall across the room, his arms folded with one leg propped behind him. his stance was casual, confident. he knew you were looking his way - he was too attentive to you to miss that. but he wanted you to look at him; really look, before he spoke.

you were conversing with hollis, but everything he said went in one ear and out the other. it was something about music, his new album maybe? all you could focus on was the heat in your cheeks and your heart pounding loudly in your ears. you hated that he had this effect on you, but you couldn’t do anything to stop it. eventually, hollis realised, and looked up. and then, without thinking, you did too. you made eye contact. and he started to walk over.

“hey guys, what are we talking about?” he said all too cheerily, a certain edge in his voice. the busy party people milled about you, but you barely took any notice. the room was restricted to the three of you, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. you and roman had broken up about a month ago now, but he was still as possessive as ever. and seeing you standing so close to hollis, laughing so carefree like that - it drove him mad.

hollis gave him an awkward, stunted explanation, mumbling something about superstar. roman wasn’t listening, wasn’t even looking. he was still staring those daggers at you, waiting for you to look at him. you couldn’t help but retreat behind hollis slightly. you didn’t even like him like that, but roman’s overbearing presence was making you queasy, his intentions clear as day seeping into your skin like secondhand smoke.

after a few minutes of small talk; broken, ice cold conversation that it was clear none of you wanted to entertain, roman finally addressed you directly.

“y/n, can we talk?” he caught your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head to look at him. your face burned, your hands growing clammy immediately. as much as you wanted to be strong, to tell him to get lost, you couldn’t. even now you were still weak for him. you stuttered a quick promise to catch up with hollis later that you all knew was a lie, and let roman lead you away.

he held your hand tight, in a vice grip so strong it almost hurt as he weaved through the crowd, taking you straight out the front door to his car. he was silent, eerily so, and it was sending chills down your spine. when you felt brave enough to sneak a glance at him you saw that his jaw was clamped shut, the muscles at the base twitching with every breath. once he got to his car, a sleek black single-cab truck, he weakly threw you towards it.

“get in.” was all he said, walking around to the driver’s side and leaving you there. you could’ve walked away. you should have. but that stupid magnetic force that lied on his deep brown eyes drew you in like always. you sighed, pulling open the door and sliding into the cool leather seat. the inside of the cabin was quiet, the sounds of the partygoers lost to the distance, only the bass of the music still cutting through. still without speaking, roman began to drive, taking the familiar route towards his place through streets you recognised instantly

“what are you doing roman?” you found it in yourself to ask, but you already knew. you knew he was manipulating you, abusing your weak spots until you eventually caved. you were already halfway there. it wasn’t fair, when he showed up to the party in a black button up only halfway buttoned, the deep v-shape making way for his stacked necklaces to peek through. his hair was still wet, his cologne wafting through the air around him as he moved. he was drawing you in without even trying, your need for him instantly resurfacing the first moment you saw him.

he simply smirked, sliding one hand onto your thigh across the bench. “what do you think? i’m getting you back baby. i missed you.” he emphasised his words by rubbing his hand up and down slowly, inching ever so closer to your heat with each movement. you wanted to resist. you sooo wanted to resist. but instead of thinking about your fights and arguments, the horrible things he used to say to you - you thought about how he felt inside of you, the sweet nothings he’d whisper in your ear while he fucked you. you missed that - you craved it. so resisting wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be, and instead of telling him to pull over or something clever, you let yourself melt under his touch.

“i… i missed you too,” you confessed quietly, embarrassed to even say it. you were so fucking weak, so pathetically weak, it killed you. you could never stay away, not when he looked like that - when he fucked like that. he smiled to himself, leaning over and planting a quick kiss on the top of your head.

“that’s my girl. i knew you’d come back to me soon enough princess.” the rest of the drive was spent in silence, his hand rubbing small, teasing circles on your thigh. by the time you pulled up at his apartment block, you were practically squirming with need. he knew just how to get you worked up, and with how long it had been it was only working so much faster. you let him wrap his arm around your waist as he led you to his apartment, locking the door behind you once you were inside.

you didn’t need to talk, didn’t need to do anything at all. he crashed his lips against yours without a second of hesitation, leading you by your lips to his bedroom. as he walked you back through his space, he reached down and pulled your shirt off, reconnecting your lips as soon as it was discarded behind him. the whole thing was desperate and messy - hungry. once you hit the bed, falling backwards and laying down, he tore his own shirt off, immediately working on his jeans.

you were in a skirt, your panties barely containing your wetness beneath it. he leant over you, planting sloppy kisses down your neck as he unbuckled his belt, shoving his jeans to the floor.

“you’re so pretty baby, so good for me,” he muttered as he made his way down your chest, his arms wrapping around to your back and unclipping your bra. he took his time worshipping your breasts, leaving dark blooming marks that would surely stay for days, a firm reminder that you were his only.

“so, you missed me huh?” he asked, leaning his chin on your stomach. you were so desperate, his dark hair tickling your skin as his wide eyes met yours. he had you entirely beneath him, ready to take whatever he’d give you. your pupils were blown out, your lips a swollen, wet mess. you were already ruined and he’d barely touched you.

“yes ro, i missed you so fucking much,” you admitted, sliding your hands into his hair. it felt so good - it felt like home. his smell was all over you, all over his bedsheets, and you felt like a fucking animal in heat. this was where you were meant to be, who you were meant to be with. you were mental for letting that go.

“good girl, you know where home is. you know who’s you are, don’t you? who owns you baby?” as he asked the last question he lifted his head back up, leaning straight over your face. he was so close to you you were almost touching, but he refused to kiss you yet. he wanted to hear you say it first.

“i’m yours daddy, always yours.” and when you said it, you meant it. he rewarded you with a kiss, his hands roughly pushing up your skirt, one running over your panties teasingly, feeling your wetness. you groaned at the sensation - not enough to satisfy you, but enough to get you worked up. he laughed to himself as you squirmed under his touch, chasing his hand for more pressure.

“that’s right baby, all mine. you want this? you want me to touch you?” his tone was light and teasing as he continued back down your thigh, sliding his hand further and further from where you wanted it. you whined at the loss of contact, annoyed by his painful edging.

“please, please touch me daddy,” you begged, taking his wrist in your own hand and guiding it back up. he chuckled again, letting you take over for the moment. if you were that desperate, who was he to deny you? he pushed your panties to the side slowly, gently rubbing his two fingers over your heat.

you moaned shakily, finally getting the relief you needed. he carefully slipped one of his fingers inside, using his thumb to continue rubbing your clit as he slowly fucked into you. he was still teasing you, taking his time and only making shallow strokes, never quite hitting where you wanted it. you were a mess beneath him, writhing against his sheets and whimpering uncontrollably. you couldn’t believe you’d been denying yourself this for so long, your resolve completely dissolved.

“you look so pretty for me baby, i wish you could see how good you look all messy like this. you want another?” he cooed into your ear, his tone sweet and smooth like honey. you nodded vigorously, desperate for more stimulation. at your ask, he added another finger, his spare hand gripping your shoulder to steady you as you arched in response. “atta girl, take it for me. just like that.”

every word of praise he spoke sent sparks to your core, amplifying your need for him. you didn’t just want his fingers, as good as they felt, you wanted his dick. you wanted to feel every inch of him as he came inside of you, filling you up the way you deserved and marking his territory. you tapped his shoulder, making him slow his movements and look at you. in that moment, he looked like he’d give you the moon if you asked. maybe the stars too.

“please baby…” you trailed off, too fucked out to finish your sentence. he knew immediately what you meant, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“please what, love? be a big girl, use your words.” his tone was gentle, his free hand that wasn’t half inside you pushing your hair out of your face. as much as he’d love to treat you right, he wanted you to say it first.

“p- please fuck me roman,” you stuttered out, your face burning red. that did the trick, him pushing himself up to remove his boxers. you sat up with him, wanting to see his dick, see how hard it was for you. you gasped as he pulled it out, almost having forgotten just how big it was. it was so beautiful, so perfectly crafted for you it was like it had been done on purpose. it filled you just the right amount, stretching you in all the right places and hitting just the right spots. your mouth began to water at the idea of feeling it again, feeling him again.

he peppered your face in kisses as he lined himself up, giving you a quiet countdown before he pushed in. having been so long, you couldn’t take it as easily, the initial stretch making you cry out. “you’re taking it so well baby, keep going. just breathe, keep breathing for me. feels like coming home.” he talked you through every minute, giving little rests with each inch until he finally bottomed out. he stilled for a moment, letting you adjust, feeling each vein, curve and mark of his skin against your walls.

you took longer than usual, on account of the time having passed. you whimpered as his balls hit you, the size more than you could remember, more than you thought you could handle. a single tear rolled down your cheek, which he quickly wiped away with a gentle thumb. “come on baby, you can do this. you can do better than that. breathe for me, like i said. that’s right baby, keep going…” his words helped. breathing helped. eventually you gave him a nod, giving him the go ahead to move again.

once you had adjusted, he began to fuck you properly; slow, gentle strokes at first which quickly progressed into his usual sloppy, rough style. he wanted you to feel good, to take care of you, but he could only control himself so much when it came to your pussy. he wanted to ruin you, break you, turn you into a crying pleading mess on his cock. you’d had your gentleness, now you were going to remember why you ever dated in the first place.

one hand held your waist, pinning you down against the bed. the other threw one of your legs over his shoulder, stabilising it there as he drilled deeper into you. you were a mess already, and it only got worse as he relentlessly fucked you, his pace brutal. tears streamed down your face, but you didn’t care. this was heaven, this was bliss. your vision went white hot before you could process what was happening, and suddenly you were spilling onto him.

he didn’t stop, your orgasm causing your walls to clench around him in a vice grip. still, he fucked into you, not stopping until he himself got off. he didn’t warn you, but you felt it - felt the way he slowed, got sloppier, his dick twitching inside of you. and then before you knew it his white liquid was filling you rapidly, dripping out as he pulled out of you. you were completely broken, unable to move or speak as he slipped away to go get a towel.

he cleaned you up silently, letting you take your time to come back down to the real world. once you were both free of the stickiness, he wrapped himself around you, pulling you on top of his naked body, skin to skin. one hand played with your hair, the other resting on your lower back. you were so peaceful, so sleepy, you almost drifted off before he started talking.

“you regret leaving me yet, huh?” he asked quietly, that familiar teasing tone back in his voice. you scoffed, but your heart wasn’t in it.

“i… i guess, yeah. i do. i really did miss you rom,” you sighed, burying your head further into his chest. “can we try again?”

of course he agreed, nodding and holding you tighter. “yes baby, that’s all i want.” with his reassuring words, and his comforting grip, you fell asleep easily, letting the warmth of having your beautiful boyfriend back lull you into a peaceful slumber.

[vampyrealex]

<2

[minecraftat2am]

he’s my baby

[degeneratebeautyqueeen-deactiva]

I want 2hollis to murder my vagina

[vicphobic]

when i see him i genuinely feel feral

[minecraftat2am]

i need to suck it until my throat is bruised straight up

[2godboy22]

REFLECTED

tags. vampire!hollis, soft dom!hollis, p in v, pwp, mirror sex, reverse cowgirl, unprotected sex

wc. 1.1k

happy halloween !! any excuse to write more vamp hollis i guess. lowk was debating whether to post this cuz the premise is odd but fuck it we ball

Hollis loved mirrors even though they were pointless to him.

He was a vampire; he had no reason to own one, yet you gave them meaning. His favourite pastime was bothering you, and his lack of reflection in the mirror gave him the perfect opportunity to jump scare you at any chance he got.

You could be getting ready for the day or brushing your teeth before bed, and Hollis would sneak up behind you, slip his hands under your shirt, cold palms searing into your warm skin, whispering ‘Boo!’ into your ear. It catches you off guard each time. You’re not proud of the shrieks he’s managed to get out of you, all while he’s giggling behind you like it’s the funniest thing ever.

He’s so quiet it’s scary. It doesn’t help that you can’t see him in the mirror when you’re doing your hair, but he can see you—the expression of fear on your face in your reflection, your wide eyes and your brows drawn together. He loves it, especially when it’s accompanied by the sound of your heart thudding loudly, pumping blood throughout your body as a result of the induced adrenaline.

You hate it. He finds it amusing because he manages to get you every time without fail. You never see it coming. Literally.

You didn’t understand how mirrors worked around him. You also didn’t fully understand his vampiric qualities, but you didn’t think Hollis could get any more stereotypical.

There’s another reason Hollis liked mirrors. Sure, they might be useless to him, but not to you.

It was intoxicating, watching you squirm under his touch, and in the mirror, only you were reflected. Even if he was still the only one touching you, there was something voyeuristic about it.

He only sees you. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, you’re supposed to be getting dressed, but Hollis couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Large, cool palms slide across your bare form, lithe fingers digging into your hips, pulling you back into him. You can feel his breath on your neck, and when you glance down, you can see his pale digits flushed against your skin.

However, in the mirror in front of both of you, it’s just you. It fucks with your mind. You can feel him groping you and smell the scent of his cologne, but in the glass, he’s not there. In the reflection, you can see the indents of his fingers on your soft flesh where he grasps your thighs, but not him.

You find it humiliating. You’re forced to watch yourself as he touches you, unable to see him. You couldn’t see the smile on his face or his eyes meeting yours in the reflected surface. Forced to admire yourself as you writhe in his hold, strong hands trailing along your body, mapping you out, like he hasn’t done it a hundred times.

Watching yourself arch into his touch when he gropes at your chest, gasping quietly as his thumb flicks over your pebbled nipple, was fucking embarrassing, yet so arousing. Blood rushes to your cheeks, and you tilt your head down in shame. It’s worse that you couldn’t see him in the reflection. You try to tell yourself you’re wet because of his touch, not because of the sight of your own body.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Hollis asks. He kisses your shoulder, and one of his hands moves lower. You were soaked, slick coating the inside of your thighs. Calloused fingers rub your clit in tight circles, eliciting moans from your parted lips.

“You shy?” he teases. “Why? You look so pretty in the mirror. Be good and take a look for me.”

Hollis knows you’d do anything he said, especially with him touching you like this, so you tilt your head back up, glancing at yourself in the mirror. It was weird, so fucking weird. You felt like a pervert watching your own reflection without his accompanying yours.

You were ruined from him toying with your sensitive nub. Desperately, you try to hold onto him as the intense pleasure courses through you. One of your hands grasps his arm, while the other weakly holds onto his wrist that played with your clit. The reflected surface makes it look like you’re grasping onto air.

“You’re so wet. Does admirin’ yourself turn you on?”

You’re too preoccupied with his touch to give him a response that wasn’t needy moans. Your hand around his wrists tightens, and you’re not sure whether you want him to stop or not. Hollis continues, “‘Cause I’m so fucking hard from watching you squirm for me.”

You can feel his erection pressed against your back and the playful bites he leaves near your neck. The bites appear to manifest from nothing, but you can feel his teeth puncturing into your flesh, his tongue soothing the stinging wound while tasting the small traces of blood.

“Fuck, I need to see you squeezin’ around me.”

Hollis sits on the edge of your bed with you on his lap. Of course, your bodies are facing the mirror. Your thighs are spread open, and his cock is deep inside of you. His chest is pressed against your back. You’re too fucked out to look at yourself in the mirror. Not that you want to. Hollis, however, was enamoured by the sight.

“Look at you,” he moans. His hips buck upwards, hitting deeper inside of you. You whimper, your cunt clenching around him, but in the reflection, you’re stretched around nothing. Hollis’ breath hitches, and he curses quietly.

You roll your hips, trying to reach your peak. As you fuck yourself dumb on his cock, you turn your head in hopes of a kiss, but Hollis stops you.

“No, baby. Eyes forward,” he chides. His fingers squish your cheeks as he forces you to look ahead. Your sex addeled mind could barely comprehend what the fuck was going on in the mirror in front of you.

His free hand grasps your hips, guiding you up and down his cock. Although you’re unable to see him, you know he hasn’t taken his eyes off the mirror. Hollis wouldn’t want to miss the sight of your pussy gushing around him as you take him deeper.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Look at yourself when you make a mess on my cock,” he mumbles into your hair. His hand moves from your face to your clit, and your head rests on his shoulder.

You swear you try to, but you barely catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror before your orgasm comes crashing. Your eyes flutter shut and your thighs quiver from overstimulation as he continues to fuck into you, chasing his own orgasm.

After he finishes, he tilts his head so he can press his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, and he then mumbles against you, “You see how beautiful you look when you’re cumming on my cock?”

[2chlo]

he looks soooo ethereal

[2godsonlyangel]

WE SHOULDN’T BE HERE

tags: dom!roman, fem!reader, hate sex 🥰, overstimulation, slight degrading, idk

w/c: 3.6k !

im too lazy to proofread this so ignore mistakes pls 🫩

You watch as Hollis, Nate, Roman, Jonah and Ryan all walk into the room backstage. The show had just ended and you can tell by the way they’re all panting that they’re tired out. Performing a song eight times does that to a person I guess. You’ve been sitting backstage the whole time either on my phone or eating some of the donuts staff had left for us.

“Good show?” You ask while they all plop down on the couch or floor.

“Yeah it was great, the crowd was amazing” Hollis smiles as he walks over to grab a donut. You’ve been here a couple hours so you ate a couple because you got hungry. To be fair before Nate’s set you had offered and he said he didn’t want to perform on a full stomach in risk of throwing up.

“Okay, so the afterparty is at Jonah’s right?” Ryan questions suddenly from the couch where he’s sat with a teasing smirk on his face.

“What? Absolutely not, why don’t you just have it at yours?” Jonah rebuttals. He doesn’t like having a party at his because he had once walked in on two people fucking in his parent’s bathroom.

“Fine by me honestly” Ryan shrugs. Clearly he just wanted to piss off Jonah.

You were all currently in California which was perfect since this is where Ryan had a house.

As you’re all talking about the party and Ryan keeps bothering Jonah, Roman gets up to go grab a donut and to no surprise, they’re all gone. One in each of our hands except Roman’s.

You and Roman have this weird relationship. You don’t like each other, no, you hate each other, despite being around each other all the time. You don’t really remember the reason why he’s so insufferable, maybe its how he’d always mock you, how he’d always tease you and then get mad when you’d do it back, or how he’s overall a bitch. You just can’t deny how much you dislike him. He doesn’t know why he hates you either, he just views you as Nate’s annoying younger sister and he doesn’t see how the others like your presence.

“Y/N are you fucking kidding me?” Roman blurts out, causing everyone to quiet down.

“What did I do?” You ask, genuinely questioning what he’s blaming you for this time.

He just scoffs. That’s the problem. He never communicates.

“Fucking forget it.” He murmurs as he grabs the empty box with clear irritation, throws it out walks out the room. Everyone’s silent for a moment wondering what happened.

“I’m gonna go check on him” Nate says before getting up and following in Roman’s footsteps.

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A hour or so past and now you’re getting ready in the bathroom at Ryan’s. You’ve already done your hair and put on black shorts with an off the shoulder stripped top that go with the boots you’re wearing. As you’re in the middle of doing your eyeliner, you hear your phone buzz on the counter.

roman

sorry.

Nate must’ve really got to him if he’s apologizing to you. Roman’s never actually tried being nice to you, he has this look on his face when you’re around that just screams aversion.

He’s probably in the next room getting ready or helping Hollis set things up downstairs in the kitchen so even if he didn’t come up to you and apologize face to face, the effort is somewhat there.

You finally finish getting ready and head downstairs, nobodies here yet because everyone in LA thinks it’s chic to show up late, it’s fine though because they were all planning to pregame before anyone came.

You walk into the kitchen to see Ryan pouring shots.

“Can I have one?” you ask, going to stand by Nate who just furrows his eyes and looks at you. It’s clear he can’t wrap his head around the fact that you drink, still viewing you as a baby.

Ryan nods as he grabs another shot glass and starts pouring.

“Hey, don’t put so much” Nate points out as he tips to bottle of vodka back so it stops pouring. Your shot glass is only half filled while the guys’ are all full.

“I’m twenty, I can drink if I want” You rebuttal as you give Ryan a look that says ‘keep pouring’.

“Twenty-one is the legal drinking age so..” Nate says and you just stick your tongue out at him. He can’t say anything since he’s worse than you with these things.

You all take a shot at the same time and not long after people start filling the house. Soon enough you can feel the bass of the blaring song in your heart, the main lights are dim as theres flashing colorful lights, people crowding in all the rooms and you can’t tell whether you just had your 3rd or 6th drink.

Your friends were here too as you were all dancing and jumping along, enjoying yourselves.

“I’m gonna go get another drink” you slur in your friend’s ear before making your way to the kitchen. Pushing past people was already a struggle for you, but bumping into Roman? That isn’t going to be easy to get out of.

“God, don’t you watch where you’re going?” He exclaimed as he had his drink in his hand, his eyes trail up from your feet to your outfit, taking you in.

“Yes, I do. You should watch where you go maybe” You slur back as you point at him with a grin.

He just rolls his eyes. “Wow, you’re fucking wasted”

“Am not”

“Yeah? How much have you had to drink?” He smirks. Maybe the alcohol was getting to you. You eyed him up and down taking in his jeans, the way his tank top sticks to his skin, his eyeliner perfectly messed up, the Calvin Klein boxers peaking out. He looked good.

You didn’t even remember the question and just stood there feeling as heat rose to your already flushed cheeks and the back of your neck.

“My god.” he murmurs before grabbing you by the arm and starts dragging you towards Nate, probably to snitch or tell him you need to go to a room and sleep this off. He stops suddenly and you watch his gaze shift from facing forward to him looking around everywhere.

Even though Nate could handle his liquor, he was just as drunk as you. That wouldn’t have been good. Roman couldn’t spot anyone that he could hand you to and he cursed under his breath when he realized he’d have to take care of you.

“Can I go back to my friends?” You whine and he just furrows his brows at you, clearly he didn’t hear. He leaned down and had his ear right by your mouth. You repeated yourself and he just tilted his head to the side.

“Are they as wasted as you?” he raised his brows.

“I mean, kinda-“

“Honestly, go do whatever the fuck you want. I’m not here to babysit.” He interrupts, all of a sudden you’re reminded of why you hate him. He was being a decent person now he’s back to being rude.

“Fine, I didn’t want to hangout with your bitchass anyway” you say loud enough for him to hear before shoving him away and going back to the corner where you and your friends were, unaware he was following.

You and Roman have been in plenty of arguments but this one felt different. Him and Nate being friends for years means you had also known him for years, and he’s still as insufferable as when you first met him.

Just before you could speak, you feel yourself get pulled back and led into a dark room. You were so drunk that you couldn’t comprehend what was happening until you heard Roman’s voice.

“What did you say?” He murmurs, hands on the wall by either side of your head. He seemed even more pissed than before but then again, when was he not mad around you?

“I said I didn’t want to be around you anyway” You say, maintaining eye contact with him. You were too nervous to move, too nervous to do anything.

“You don’t mean that, you fucking love being around me” he mumbled. What was he even talking about? The weed was getting to his head.

“What the fuck are you on about? How much did you smoke?” You question, genuinely confused by how much nerve he had to say something like that.

“You don’t think I notice it? The way you constantly look at me, you always try to get my attention, you’re always wearing those outfits you know I like..like this one” he murmurs as his gaze shifts from your eyes to your body.

“God, you’re so full of yourself!” you scoff before shoving him. He grips your wrists with one hand and pins you against the wall. You feel all the blood drain from your face. Most times, Roman just teases you about these things because he knows how uncomfortable you get. But this time you can’t tell if it was just to bother you.

You both take a minute. His eyes on yours as you’re both searching for answers as to what’s happening. You lips part and it’s as watching you caused him to mimic your expression.

His gaze trails down to your lips, he did it so quick that you would’ve missed it if you blinked. He leaned in slowly, testing to see if you’d pull away. You don’t know what’s happened to you in the moment, maybe it’s all the drinks, but you lean in as well.

He takes that as a signal, quickly closing the gap between your lips and his. The kiss had become rough quickly, his tongue exploring yours, breathing in heavily.

He hadn’t pulled apart from you since his lips touched yours. One hand grasps your wrists together as the other cups your jaw, hard. It’s as if he wants to show years of hate and bitter arguments through something as sweet as a kiss.

You want to feel him so bad, you never knew you needed something like this. You try to pull away from his grasp but he only tightens his hold.

“Roman..” you pant desperately into the kiss.

All he does is groan into your mouth, you whine at the feeling of his chest coming into contact with yours as he’s practically tongue deep in your throat.

He finally lets go of your wrists and your hands fall to his dark, messy hair. You grasp at his roots so hard that you can feel your heart rate pick up when his hands are on your waist. Your lips haven’t separated once, both of you too consumed in each other and the moment to even think about pulling away.

“I fucking hate you” he mumbles into the kiss.

You don’t even get a chance to speak before he picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans and groan into his mouth at the feeling. You can’t help but grind slightly.

He pushes your back against the wall hard and you arch in pain with a hiss. He moves his lips from yours and kisses down your chin and jaw until he gets to the soft flesh of your neck. He’s nipping and sucking anywhere he could as you try to hold back any noise with one of your hands gripping his shirt, the other in his hair.

“C’mon..you don’t have to be quiet.” he murmurs against the sensitive skin below your ear. “Let me hear you.”

He continued to bite roughly on your neck, lapping his tongue over the forming bruise. He was eager to get a noise out of you.

His hands trailed down to the hem of your top, he pauses the assault on your neck to look up asking for permission. You nod in response and he lifts your top up quickly, practically ripping it off you. The look in his eyes is hungry, full of lust, as he looks down at your black laced bra.

You felt nervous in the moment, you’ve only hooked up with someone once and even you knew that it was bad. So for someone like Roman seeing you in such a vulnerable state? It was nerve wracking.

You tug the hem of his tank top up, he immediately notices.

“Yeah, you want it off?” He teases as you just nod in response, tugging at it more. “Words.”

“Yes.” you murmur quietly. You were a bit embarrassed, you’ve never really been in such a situation.

“Hm? Can’t hear you sorry”

“Yes Roman!” you say louder and he finally listens, taking off his shirt to reveal his toned torso.

He immediately starts sucking on your neck, leaving a trail on your collarbone and the start of your breast. You let out quiet gasps and breaths, not wanting to be too loud considering how many people are right outside the door.

“Fuck..” Roman moans just at the taste of your skin.

You’re too lost in the moment to even realize his hands are on the waistband of your shorts, already unzipping them. You’re so needy for him in the moment that you move one of your hands down to help him take them off.

After getting your shorts off, you’re held up in only your black laced bra and matching panties. He takes a moment to eye you up at down, taking you in and suddenly you get all flustered.

Roman’s never looked at you like this, the only times you remember him looking at you face to face is when he’s arguing with you. It felt good to know that for once he was admiring you.

He holds you tightly as he turns around and leads you towards the bed in the room. You were so in the moment you didn’t even realize there was a bed in here. You take a moment to try and find something to figure out what room you’re in.

As Roman lays you on the bed beneath him, you recognize the covers. It’s Ryans room. You’ve slept in here thousands of times when you were out of it, you couldn’t do him like that.

“Wait!..” You blurt out suddenly, propping yourself up on your elbows as you tilt your head up to look at him. His knees dipped the mattress down on both sides of your hips as his hands grazed yours on the bedding.

“Hm? What is it?” He groans with half lidded lust filled eyes.

“It’s Ryans bed, we can’t do anything on here!”

He scoffs in response. “Fuck Ryan, I’ll handle it later if something happens.”

“But-“

“Don’t worry about him, baby” He mumbles before kissing your lips. You suck in a breath as his tongue enters your mouth for what feels like the thousandth time tonight.

One of his hands begin to trail down your back and reaches the clasp of your bra. You eagerly nod before he can even say a word which makes him smirk into the kiss. He unclasps your bra and helps you take it off. As he does so, he pushes back to watch as your chest heaves up and down quickly.

“So fucking beautiful” he murmurs to himself. You bring your bottom lip in between your teeth as you look up at him.

He leaned down once more and starts placing gentle kisses along your torso and breasts until he reaches your navel. He sets himself in between your legs as he stares up at you. His eyeliners partially smudged and you can see the faint pink color on his cheek.

Roman lifts your legs up over his shoulders and places gentle kisses on your inner thighs, hands holding you down by your hips.

You never felt so much want in your life. You could feel how wet your panties were and there was no doubt that Roman could see it.

“Roman..please” you murmur.

“Please what?” He replies with a smirk as he grins against your thigh. You huff in response, too embarrassed to say anything.

“If you don’t say what you want, I won’t do anything” he shrugs.

You groan and throw your head back in annoyance.

Roman just eyes you the whole time, noticing your struggle.

“Do you want me to touch you?” He mumbles against the skin of your thigh before nibbling at it.

“Mhm..” you nod eagerly.

“Okay, then say it. Say ‘Roman, please touch me” He adds and you just roll your eyes. He was so full of himself but god you needed him so bad.

“Roman, please touch me”

That was all it took for him to snap before he pulled your panties to the side and place two fingers through your folds. You moan out loudly at the foreign touch. He pulls his fingers back after a moment and you whine at the loss. He brings his fingers up to his mouth to taste you and he groans, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck..baby” he mumbles before gripping your waist tight and spitting right on your clit. He watches it as it dribbles down before leaning in and licking a stripe from your hole to clit to collect it all. He lapped his tongue all over you, sucking on your clit roughly. It felt so good. Your lewd moans and whines come out broken as your hands fall into his hair, keeping him where you want him.

“God..Roman!” you moan out as you feel him pump a finger in and out of you slowly. It only added to the pleasurable feel of the whole thing. You try to press your thighs together but can’t do much with his head in between them.

“So fucking good for me baby” he groans as he adds a second finger. You instantly feel a knot forming in your stomach, your whines coming out faster and broken increments of his name and words spilling out before you can think.

“So close! Please!” you cry out. As if just to spite you, he stops everything and you whine loudly at the loss. You don’t even process the fact his jeans are off and he’s pulling his boxers down as you’re too busy catching your breath. It’s not until he flips you around so you’re on your stomach, ass up, and you feel his tip against your entrance that you whimper quietly in need.

He slowly pushes himself into you, your jaw slack the whole time until you feel his hips against your ass. You curse under your breath and moan as he pulls back and sharply thrusts in repeatedly.

“Fuck…y/n ” He groans as he grips both your wrists again but this time behind your back.

You can’t reply, the only thing able to leave your mouth is broken muffled moans due to your cheek shoved into poor Ryan’s bedding. You open your eyes slightly, wanting to look as he fucks into you from behind. His brows furrowed slightly as his lips parted in pleasure whenever you clench around him. You smile lazily at the sight, enjoying the feeling that you can make someone who hates you feel this good.

“What’s with the smug ass look on your face? Hm?” He pants as he wraps his other hand around your throat, pulling you until his chest is against your smooth back. He’s not pressing hard enough to cut off your circulation, put the pressure makes you feel lightheaded and adds to the whole thing making you moan.

“Huh? I asked you a question, slut” He murmurs in your ear as the new angle allows him to pound deeper into you, the feeling causing your eyes to roll back and your head to tilt back against his shoulder.

“I don’t..I don’t know!” Is all you manage to get out along with a lewd moan.

“Do you actually not know or are you too cock dumb to fucking answer?” He smirks before pressing his lips to yours. You can feel the previous knot forming again, nearing your orgasm you were robbed of before.

You feel Roman’s hands tighten around your wrists before his hand that was on your throat slide down your body. He takes a moment to caress your breast, teasing the hard bud on your nipple before trailing down and rubbing your sensitive clit. You whimper loudly into his mouth, not being able to do much other than just take everything he’s giving you.

His thrusts pick up as well as his fingers on your clit. “C’mon, cum for me, y/n. Make a mess on my cock” He groans into the kiss. That was all it took for you to come undone, squirming as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

He whimpers into your mouth as you feel tears forming from the overstimulation.

“Roman!” You moan out as you feel a couple tears spilling, his lips leave yours to kiss up your wet cheeks. You could feel how close he was with how fast he was thrusting. He finally finishes inside you with a loud moan, your name falling past his lips quietly, his movements slowing down.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, you can feel his chest heave against your back and your head stays on his shoulder with how fatigued you’ve become. He leans down and gently presses his lips against your ear.

“I still hate you..”

[ancienthologramgirlfriend]

I need to be put down

[minecraftat2am]

i need to ride that

[minecraftat2am]

can someone for the love of god write a fanfic about a threesome with roman and hollis im starving out here….. pls nobody crucify me …..