this blog is a home for my self indulgent character thirst / selfship / oc ship stuff! I sometimes post my own work here :)
I don’t take requests ATM but I’m always open to talk !
Also taking commissions, DM for my price etc post but they start at 16 USD for a sketch of one character, + $8 per character, adult content & ~problematic~ themes friendly
About me
you can call me Princely
I use he/him pronouns !
I’m in my 20s & there will be adult content
I don’t mind if we share an f/o! Hell, I like meeting people who selfship with the same characters. Means you have good taste. :P
DNI if you’re a MINOR / under 18
Also I’m a pro shipper I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(I don’t care if antis/neutral/etc interact as long as you’re polite / don’t harass anyone else I interact with. But if your DNI includes me I might block, like, if you don’t want proship interactions why are you here?) (also I block anyone who’s an asshole and does things like threaten violence in their DNI)
Under the cut: My F/O List, My Work (fanfics)
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My F/O List 💙💜💖
Usually I fixate on one character at a time, and have others I’m less actively writing etc about. Also I post more about horror f/o’s on my slasher/horror side blog. I have a huge list but these are the ones I’ve been thinking of lately :)
Most of them just get a tag like “me with (name)”
Charles Quigley (Harlots 2017-2019) ~Romantic~ (s/i(s) for him: Euphemia (#Phemie posting) , Alcina, Edmund. TAG: #18th Century Kidnapping hentai bf
Tindaro (Netflix’s The Decameron) ~Romantic~ s/i: unnamed s/i ideas, but also I ship him with Phemie. TAG: #me with Tindaro
(Related to the first two… honestly I would ship with any character Douggie McMeekin plays at this point. I loved his performance in Harlots so I’ve watched almost every film/show etc he’s been in)
Syndrome (The Incredibles 2004) ~ Romantic ~ idk why he keeps coming back but he’s my bestie. TAG: #praise kink with a body count
Adam (Hazbin Hotel) ~Romantic~ S/I: Serendipity. TAG: #dickmaster 6000
Rictus Erectus (Mad Max Fury Road) ~Romantic~ S/I: Blagger. TAG: #me with rictus
Bubba Sawyer / Leatherface (TCM1&2) ~Romantic + often Familial~ (Incest is Wincest) TAG: #me with Bubba
Nolan Grayson / Omni Man (Invincible) ~Romantic + Familial~ Incest again TAG: #me with Nolan
Iroh (Avatar: the Last Airbender) ~Romantic~ TAG: #me with Iroh
Phyllis / “Mother Gooseberry” (Outlast Trials) ~Romantic~ s/i for her: unnamed reagent / TAG: #me with gooseberry
Leland Coyle (Outlast Trials) ~Romantic~ s/i for him: TBA / TAG: #me with Coyle
Howard Robert Hoffman (Back 4 Blood) ~Romantic~ s/i for him: unnamed survivor TAG: #me with Hoffman
Winslow Leach / The Phantom (Phantom of the Paradise) ~Romantic~
Eddie Gluskin (Outlast: Whistleblower) ~Romantic~ s/i for him: unnamed orderly, art therapist /
Chris Walker (Outlast) ~Romantic~
Daniel Robitaille / Candyman (Candyman 1992, 2021) ~Romantic~
Oswald Cobblepot / The Penguin (DCU) ~Romantic~ S/i(s) for him: Alphonse, Andy. I mostly ship with the BTAS version and Oswalda from B:CC.
Otto Octavius / Doc Ock (Marvel etc) ~Romantic~ S/i for him: Audrey Agaric. Also ship with Olivia from Spiderverse.
My Work
He’d Never Let You Forget - Ultimate Spider-Man Doc Ock x gender neutral Reader Dark fic. Non con smut.
quickie on campus - Billy Lenz (Black Christmas 1974) x gender neutral Reader. Fluff fic. Smut. (I have more slasher fanfic posted at @nastyatticman !)
A Night In - The Penguin (idk, my own headcanon) x gender neutral reader. Fluffy smut.
being so horny from your t shot that you can feel it burning in your womb. needing dick so bad but you dont have any toys to use while staying over at dads house.....deciding to use whats available by sneaking into dads room, rubbing him till hes stiff and riding him all while you think hes still asleep. too lost in how deep youre riding his cock to relieve your pent up horniness to notice him watching from half-closed eyes and trying to disguise his stifled moans as noises hed make in his sleep
fathers day rolling around and you decide to gift your dad by getting locked in a breeding box and letting him pump as much cum in to your boy holes as he wants w out you being able to do anything but take his cock :3
being on the receiving half of a glory hole at a bar and your dad is on the opposite side pounding and breeding your wet dripping boy pussy. neither of you even realize it past the noise and being too high/drunk to notice how weirdly familiar each others moans sound, just how good it feels as his cock pumps a heavy load of cum deep inside of you
getting a boyfriend just to make dad jealous. have it be an older man who calls you “kiddo” and feels you up in front of him. have loud sex in your childhood bedroom so your dad cant help but overhear you screaming “daddy!” and jerk off to imagining its him pounding your hole. show your dad that he can have you if he wants.
yes!!!! also bonus points if the older bf shares some similarities w dad. vaguely looks like him + sometimes acts alike.....drives dad insane knowing his kid could be fucking him instead
so many dadson posts are "dad sees his son as a convenient fuck hole" and i do enjoy that but tbh theres something abt dad seeing his son as his lover/boyfriend/wife/husband/etc thats just so appealing to me.....dad whos so in love w his son that hes completely mixed the lines of familial love w romantic and sexual love. ofc it doesnt always have to be reciprocated, its sometimes nice when the concept is son just needing to get off but the dad is obsessed yknow??
Tempted to watch all of hazbin hotel/helluva boss cause
1) I want to actually form my own opinion on the series based on how I feel about the shows instead of going by the opinions and views of online people (especially Twitter people). Since I am notoriously bad at that and I realized I need to work on actually making my own opinions on things instead of just looking at what other people say
2) out of spite against shitty ex friends that were pieces of shit.
It would be nice if it was the s/o who wanted to be bred please !
Another order of breeding kink coming right up, chef!
NSFW under the cut! Ft Male Eden, Kylar and Remy.
Eden
Pleased when you tell him that you want him to breed you.
Brings you in front of the mirror and fucks you in a way that when he pulls out you can see his seed dripping out of your hole.
"Is this what you want? Or would you have preferred for me to keep my cock in, plugging you up for as long as I could?"
Days when he's just pounding away seeking his own orgasm and you use your legs to cling to him and ensure he comes inside shocked him at first, but now he expects it.
Possessive about it.
"Who gets to fill you up like this? Go on, say my name - say it!"
Mixes pet play in with it.
"You must be a bitch in heat to want to be bred so bad."
You like that Eden cums a lot, and it's thick, too. Heavy salty taste.
He misses blowjobs sometimes, since you complain when he asks and then climb into his lap demanding his cock, but this is really good too. It's not convenient when he's trying to eat breakfast, though.
Kylar
Let's you ride him into multiple orgasms until he can't cum anymore.
Anything for his perfect s/o.
Has told you that even if he passes out you're allowed to keep going until you feel full enough.
Too embarrassed to do the mirror sex, but will let you video a close up of his cock in your hole. You tease him by sending him it in the middle of class.
He has to sit there and try not to pounce on you right there and then, eyes wide as he sees his cum dripping out of you on the screen.
On days where he feels more in-charge in the bedroom, Kylar will be hammering his hips against your, cheek pressed against your chest as you moan his name and beg him to cum inside, your fingers twisted in his hair.
His eyes will be screwed shut, lip bleeding from how hard he's biting it and trying to last longer, but he pretty quickly gives you what you want when your slick walls milk the cum out of him.
Kylar's cum is a little more on the liquid-y side, really bitter taste but its easy to get used to. He cums in little spurts, but can go for multiple rounds to make up for it and satisfy his s/o.
Remy
Makes you beg for it. You have to convince him that you've been good enough for his seed.
"Why shouldn't I just shove you in with the pigs and let them breed you? Hmm? What makes you think you're good enough to milk my cock?"
Loves how desperate you get for it, but punishes you if you try to force it to happen when he hadn't allowed it (wrapping your legs around his waist, moving in a way to make him cum faster etc).
If you force it, he'll on purposely tie you down and pull out, spraying his cum all over your stomach or chest, until you can apologise properly.
Or forces you onto your knees and tells you that you'll have to be satisfied swallowing it instead.
However, when you're good and obedient, he'll indulge you as much as you want.
If he cums before you, he'll keep you plugged up with his cock and get you off with his hands while reminding you that your womb/guts are painted white right now.
Expects you to say thank you after.
Cum has a rather neutral taste to it, a little thick but not too much. Cums a pretty regular amount, but doesn't like overestimating himself (you on the other hand...) so he'll mostly go two rounds tops. He's a busy man.
Password sharing and other unsafe cybersecurity habits.
Ex! Adam x Gender Neutral! Reader
Tags: Crack with slight angst. Yearning on both Adam and Readers side. Human AU. Happy ending.
Summary: You sign Adam up for different newsletters, websites, blogs and (religious) organisations. He thanks you with a friendly, totally platonic visit.
Words: 1.7K
This is the 5th call you declined.
As soon as you pressed the button, your screen light up again. Adam really was stubborn. He must’ve gotten the conformation email now. It makes you smile.
It was actually a struggle to turn your phone off, with the onslaught of messages and calls you got. You did not bother reading them, but your eyes still got stuck at some words. Like, bitch, cunt, how dare you. When the screen finally turned off, you threw yourself on the couch and put your feet up.
You deserved this. This peace, this revenge, the joy it brings you. With your remote in hand you put on something from your watch-list, and you let the rest of the evening melt away. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.
Sadly for you, this nap was cut short by pounding on your door and the bell ringing in tandem. You felt confused, your mouth was dry and the light too bright. Just as you questioned who would bother you at this hour, you heard your name being called.
“Open the fuckin’ door!” Adam seethed on the other side.
You just ignored him. Stretching your arms and legs, you yawned silently. Then, you got up to look through the peak hole. Oh yeah, he looked mad. He stood in the hallway of your apartment building like an angry bull. If he could, he would probably ram through the door.
Adam scratched his stubbly chin and was about to consider that you simply weren’t home, when you made the fatal mistake of slamming your elbow into the wall beside you. You sharply inhaled and Adam’s burning eyes snapped to the door.
“Don’t be a coward! Open the door!” Oh, you were never going to get rid of him now.
You hesitated for a moment and then you spoke, “No. I didn’t do whatever you are accusing me off.” You for sure did that and more.
With a big hand he went through his hair and he started a new approach. “Baby, sweetheart, c’mon now. Open the door. “ His voice was soft and you felt weak for a split second.
Your eyes narrowed, “Fuck off. I don’t know what you want from me. We are broken up. It is creepy to stalk your ex.”
“My crazy ex who fuckin’ signed me up for the Satanic Temple!” Adam was back to anger, he stomped his foot on the floor and his hands flew to the door knob. He rattled at the door. The way the door shock actually made you feel real fear. The thin wood seemed to bend at the will of Adam, and if he really wanted to, he could easily break in.
You gasped, “Stop it! You are scaring me.”
Adam immediately let go off the door and frowned. “Let me in.” His hands dipped into the pockets of his leather jacket and he pulled out a bag of candy. Your favourite. He teasingly wiggled the bag around.
That was all the peace offering you needed, so you unlocked all the locks on your door and opened it. Adam looked satisfied, which did in fact piss you off so much that you attempted to slam the door shut. He was faster, and wedged his foot in between door and frame. With his big body he pushed through and let himself in.
“Who said you could come in?! Take off your shoes, have you got no manners?” You scolded him.
Adam dramatically groaned, but he still took off his boots and neatly put them beside the shoe rack. On his way to the living room he took off his jacket and carelessly threw it into an armchair. He sat down on the couch and spread his legs like the space belonged to him.
You crossed your arms and glared at him. He seemed unbothered by that. Adam vaguely gestured towards the door. “You should get better locks. Anyone could break in, ya know?”
“Like you?”
His smile was sleazy, “No lock will keep me away from you, baby.”
“I am calling security.” You didn’t really mean it, you didn’t even bother reaching for your phone.
“Woah, tiger! Put away the claws.” He effortlessly opened the candy bag.
Adam held out the candy bag towards you, and you dropped your arms to your side. You took a step towards him, ready to get your reward for putting up with him for two whole minutes, until you saw his grin. Oh, you hate him.
You bit down on your tongue to stop you from speaking and simply smiled at him. When you continued walking towards Adam, you made sure to sway your hips in that manner he enjoyed. His body language relaxed and you were so close to him. You leaned down, your shirt dropping down to reveal cleavage and he wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings .
Which is why he didn’t notice when you took a pillow into your hand and smashed it over his head. With your other hand you snatched the bag of goodies out off his hand and made your way to the arm chair. You simply dropped his jacket to the ground, and sat down in it.
“You piss me the fuck off.” Adam says while rubbing his head.
You didn’t bother responding, because it is rude to speak with a full mouth, you think to yourself while stuffing candy into said mouth.
Adam simply watched you, before he decided to speak up again. Who gave him permission to do that, you weren’t too sure off. “So, where else did you sign me up?”
“I never signed you anywhere up.” You lie. “Must have been your other exes.”
“Shut up. I know it was you.”
“Innocent until proven otherwise.”
“Then stop using the same password for everything.”
“Ah.” Caught red handed.
“Ah,” Adam mocked your voice, like an evil parrot designed to make you angry, “Where else?”
You think about it for a moment, there was a lot. “Gay porn, furry porn, Jehovah Witnesses, Lucifer’s blog updates, the military—”
“YOU SIGNED ME UP FOR THE MILITARY?!?” He yelled so loud, you actually jumped.
“Yeah. Navy. You are welcome.” You smiled sweetly at him to provoke him some more.
Adam rubbed a hand over his forehead. “You broke up with me. Shouldn’t I be the fucker signing you up everywhere?” Now he really sounded exhausted, which isn’t that much fun anymore.
“You deserve it.” You decide on saying.
He just chuckled. “Sure. Whatever makes you happy, babe.”
You didn’t even want to see that post, him out at a club, girls hanging off him. Something in you came alive, and you couldn’t stop yourself from entering his email everywhere. And it is true, you broke up with him.
You were simply incompatible. You had a jealousy that ran deep and burned away at your insides, while Adam loved attention. His band didn’t help, and neither did his good looks. There was only so much talking you could do about boundaries and your feelings before you felt unheard, and in the end you would just yell at each other. Sure, he wouldn’t cheat on you, but were sure? So sure? No, and he simply didn’t bother changing.
But he also didn’t think you would break up with him, so here you were.
“How is dating?” Adam asked, and that was truly a question he asked to punish himself. Like the hypocrite he is, he was just as jealous and possessive as you.
You raised a brow and replied in a dry tone, “Good. I am out every night.” You haven’t left the house in three days.
“Me too.”
Now that you believe, and you frown. “Go home, Adam.”
He splayed himself out on the couch, taking up space like it is truly his. “I am home.”
You rolled your eyes. “You are unwelcome.”
“What was that? I am always welcome? Ugh, you are too sweet, babe.” He grinned.
“Why do you always play with me? Stop annoying me for one second.” You spit out. Now that was meant to stay buried deep inside.
Adam was quiet, which was a rare occurrence. “Get back together with me.” He suddenly sat up to look into your eyes.
“Oh my god.” You groaned.
“It will be different this time.” He tried to convince you.
“It won’t be.” You tell him.
“You don’t know fuckin’ know that!” His hands were widely gesturing around.
“Do you even get why we—”
“We didn’t break up.” Adam hissed, “You. It was all fuckin’ you. We could be engaged, instead you are signing me up for Lucifer’s fuckass feelings blog.”
“I am signing you up for Lilith’s feminism blog next.” You glare at him, purposefully ignoring everything else he said.
“Fuckin’ peachy. Do that. I will just sign you up for— for—” He scratched his chin, “Lesbian porn.” He seemed pretty proud of himself for that one.
“Nice.”
“Oh, fuck off!” He laid back down on the couch and crossed his arms. “I won’t leave. I am never leaving. Until you take me back. I will go on a fuckin’ hunger strike, if I must.” A hunger strike for Adam is the 8 hours he sleeps a day.
“Noted.” You simply say and then you proceed to dramatically rustle the candy bag.
Adam side eyed you and screeched, “Stop sabotaging me!” He threw his arms up.
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, which made Adam’s eyes light up. “Whatever. You know where the blankets and pillows are stored.” With that you stood up and dusted your shorts off.
“Lemme sleep in the bed room.”
“Stop testing your luck.”
“Fine. I need a toothbrush.”
“Yours is still in the bathroom.” You said before you could stop yourself. You hastily bit down on your lip.
“Oh yeah? You missed me? You licked my toothbrush imaging it is me? Not that I would do that with yours—” Now Adam embarrassed himself more than you did tonight.
“Good night.” You interrupted him and locked yourself into your bed room.
You fished out your phone and turned it back on. You sent one simple message to your group chat, containing all your friends.
‘It worked lol he came over’
And now you could sleep peacefully, knowing where Adam is.
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Summary: Adam gets enough of you mouthing off during training and picks a fight.
Tags: hate sex, oral sex (male receiving), fighting
You knew Adam was getting a little sick of you- but what was the point in being part of his special inner circle of angels if you couldn’t have a little fun with it?
You had mouthed off to him again, and in all honestly you felt that it was a fair question; what did he even do during the exterminations while everyone else was causing mayhem? From what you heard from the others when you joined the ranks, he usually just flitted around watching the carnage or hovered near the portal back to Heaven without contributing anything himself. So after weeks of asking during training, despite the lieutenant telling you in no uncertain terms to drop it, you finally phrased it a little differently.
“What, are you too weak to actually participate?”
You knew he wasn’t. You could see the muscles that flexed beneath his robes while he watched the girls training, the unparalleled power in his wings when he brought them out. Sometimes it just felt good to stir a reaction out of him, to have a strong emotion aimed your way from a powerful being. And yeah, maybe you were hoping a little bit that the constant questioning would eventually prompt him to give you and the rest of the girls a show- you weren’t the only one that thought your commander was sexy as sin, and a casual show of strength would send everyone through the roof.
Perhaps this was a step too far though.
Lute audibly gasped, as did the rest of your squadron. “Recruit, that is unacceptable,” she hissed, and took a step forward to reprimand you when a large hand on her shoulder stopped her in her place.
“Relax, Danger Tits. I’ll handle it. All of you- clear out.” His mask is calm, aloof, but you can see the twitch of the graphics on his eyes that betray his true emotions. He was pissed.
With no one else daring to question him, everyone including Lute was gone in seconds, leaving only you and Adam on the mats of the training room. He slowly strips his robes off, a simple white tanktop and sweatpants underneath his holy getup. You might have drooled a little at the sight of his bare skin, tendons tensing beneath the surface as he drops the clothing and stretches; he was built like a fucking bear, all compact muscle and wiry hair along his chest and arms, the hint of a stubbly shadow that peeked out beneath the edges of his mask.
You’re distracted from your observation of him when he tosses a spear your way- not one of the official, angelic spears, but the shitty ones used for training. His own hands were empty. “You think I’m weak? Alright, bitch, you fucking asked for it. Come at me.”
You stutter backwards a step, having expected some yelling; not a challenge. “What?”
“You fucking heard me. Swing the goddamn spear.”
Normally you would balk at such a demand- Lute would have your ass if she knew you had swung on Adam even in a joking manner. But Adam looked like he meant business, and he was technically a higher ranking commanding officer than Lute, so…
You swing the spear at him the way you had been taught to take down larger demons- aim for extremities to disarm first, and then go for a killing blow. He dodges with a simple turn of his heel, using his fingers in a ‘come on’ motion and urging you to swing again. But as soon as the spear is within Adam’s reach he has a hold of it, tugging hard from the tip- the force of the action drags you closer to him so he can spew bullshit at you. “You think I’m fucking weak?” He presses a finger to your shoulder and pushes, sending you tumbling back and tripping over yourself to the floor. His grip on the spear tightens with a sickening crunch before he lets it clatter to the ground looking like kindling. “Me? I’m the whole reason you’re here, bitch, and you think you have any business to fucking question me?” He squares his feet, arms lifted in front of him like a shield. “Come on! You’re tough enough to talk all this shit but you won’t actually fight? I’ll kick you off the squad right fucking now.”
You get up and charge him, managing to get one blow between his arms against his chest before he’s laughing and shoving you back again to land hard on your ass. Again, and this time you don’t even get a hit in before he pushes back and you fall. Again. Again. He shows you no mercy every time he knocks you to your ass, laughing like it’s a game and hardly even using his strength to push you around. You climb to your feet this time, and the first true whisper of anger curls around your head like smoke to combat the faint heat you feel at being the sole focus of his attention with no one else around to witness it. He hadn’t even broken a sweat, while your breath was coming hard, sweat dripping down your face from the exertion. You feel your face set into a snarl as you rush him this time, swinging a leg instead of your fist and aiming below the belt.
Bad sportsmanship maybe, but so was laughing in your face every time you failed to strike him.
It doesn’t matter- he catches your leg behind the knee like he had caught the spear, pulls you closer in a similar fashion, and wraps a hand around your throat. His wings open up behind him, and in a move so quick you’re not entirely sure how it happened, he’s managed to flip the pair of you into the air and slam you hard into the ground.
The air is knocked out of you, something not helped by the hand that rests on your airways, and the motion has dislodged Adam’s mask- he shakes his head to fling it off, and you’re greeted with his actual face, scruffy and rugged and too handsome for how close your bodies are- and you were right about how easy this was for him, not the slightest hint of moisture along his hairline. Adrenaline courses in your veins, demanding movement and action that you can’t attempt with Adam’s weight settled on top of you, still holding the leg he had caught at an uncomfortable angle hear his hip. It mixes dangerously with the arousal you’ve felt this entire time, making you want to do something stupid and telling like rubbing yourself against one of his thick thighs while he squeezed softly at your neck.
“Low blow to go for my dick,” he admonishes as he lets go of your leg and it slams back to the ground. “All that trash you talk and look how fucking easy it was to get you pinned under me. Still think I’m fucking weak?” His fingers flutter around your throat as he repositions, the action sending a blush racing to your face and spreading to your collarbone. He doesn’t miss it, a cruel smirk taking over his handsome features while he looks down at you. “So that’s the deal, huh? You just wanted a fucking excuse for me to manhandle you a little bit? You kinky bitch.”
“Fuck you,” you snap at him, trying to turn your blushing face away, and he releases a single finger from the grip around your neck to dig into your cheek and turn you back to face him. The move is such a casual show of his strength that it makes you swallow hard, unable to clench your thighs together with him between them.
“You wish,” he laughs, his eyes bright and mischievous, and he uses his free hand to grab the length of his cock through his sweatpants, a dark patch where the tip rested against the fabric. “Shit, knowing you’re getting off on this is hot as fuck- but being a mouthy brat doesn’t get you fucking rewarded, so here’s what we’re gonna do.” He finally releases your throat, allowing you to suck in a lung full of air while he stands before he offers a hand to you. He only helps you up from the mat as far as your knees before he pulls away, crossing his arms over his burly chest. “You’re either gonna leave- and stop fucking questioning me during training, or I really will kick you off the team- or you’re gonna put that fucking mouth of yours to good use for once."
Like there was any question about that.
You settle more comfortably onto your knees and wait, but he doesn’t do anything more than pulling his waistband down below his cock and stroking it in front of you. And fuck, it was going to be a generous mouthful, the girth of him impressive even in Adam’s huge hands, if he ever got around to doing anything about it. “Are you going to do something with that,” you snark, and his eyes narrow. “Or do you have to wait for the women in your life to do everything for you-”
He takes the opportunity your open mouth presents him and thrusts his hips forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, triggering the muscles there to clench hard before he retreats until just the tip is left in your mouth. “I was hoping you’d take some fucking initiative,” he snaps, “but I guess just like with the fighting you’re all bark and no bite. If you want me to just use you like a fucking slut then that’s what I’ll do.”
He applies the slightest bit of pressure to the hinge of your jaw to get you to open up wider, and this time his entry is slow and controlled as he fills your mouth with the heavy weight of his cock, the taste of him salty and dark across your tongue. You moan around him, the sound unable to escape with how fully he takes up the space between your lips, and the vibrations make his hips jerk.
You reach a hand up to wrap around the substantial length that you don’t have in the wet cavern of your mouth yet, and he reprimands you with a harsh tug on your hair. When you glare up at him, he smirks; his golden eyes are a little glazed over, a flushed tint to his cheeks. “No fucking hands,” he tells you. “You got yourself into this with just your mouth, that’s how you’re gonna get out of it, too.” He keeps his grip on your locks to guide your head, pulling you further down onto his cock with a guttural groan tearing from his throat. Your own throat tenses at the intrusion, a blockage of your air from the inside rather than the out, and your eyes water at the strain of trying to breathe through your nose before he pulls out enough that you can breathe again.
It’s so fucking good. You don’t think he would react kindly to you slipping a hand under your training shorts so you refrain from doing so, instead simply rocking your hips against nothing while you let him use you to take out his frustrations- fair enough, since you had caused them.
Adam keeps a steady rhythm while he fucks your face, your mouth open and lax for him to use as he pleases; only occasionally does he push in a little further, letting the head of his cock dip into the wet clutch of your throat and bump against your soft palate. “That’s fucking right,” he pants as he notices the tears that stream down your cheeks- he uses the thumb of the hand still holding your mouth open to brush an errant drop away from your cheekbone. “You look good like this- fuck, I would have let you choke on my cock sooner if I knew that’s what was gonna finally shut you the fuck up.” You feel the thick vein along the bottom of his length jump with his words where it rubs against your tongue and you know he’s close, the thought of it making you whine around him.
He grunts at the feeling, hips losing their steady movements and his hand tightening in your hair, yanking your head forward and back over him- and then he pulls completely out suddenly, his fist clenched tight around the base of his cock. “Say you fucking want it,” he demands, tugging your hair so your heads tilts enough that you have nowhere to look but at him. Sweat drips down his forehead and chest, darkening the fabric of his shirt so you can see the coarse hair beneath it. “Say you want my cum and maybe I’ll give it to you, even though you don’t fucking derserve it. Come on.” He bumps the head of his cock against your lips and your tongue darts out to greet it, the shock of salt across your tongue enough to break your resolve.
“Please,” you whisper desperately, your voice raspy and rough from how long Adam had been at it. “Fuck, please, Adam-”
“You gonna stop fucking talking back to me? Questioning me?” His hand resumes a slow stroke, the tip glistening with fluid that drips onto the mats below you when he pulls away from your eager tongue.
Fuck no. Not when this was the result it got you. “Not in front of the rest of the squad?” You offer as a compromise, and you can see him considering it before he relents. He wanted your mouth back on him more than he wanted a promise of peace- and honestly, you think he kind of likes the sass.
He parts your lips with his prick again, pushing deep with a single thrust. “I’ll take it,” he groans, and his hips are pistoning once again, not being as careful about not choking this time as he chases his release with the slick hole your mouth provides him. “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum- fuck, yes-”
He swells in your mouth and spills himself. There’s a couple hot pulses of spend that shoot down your throat and coat your tongue, the last couple of shots streaking across your face and lips when he pulls back, still fisting his cock to coax the last drops out and onto your lips.
The taste is thick and bitter, lingering long after you’ve swallowed. But you’ve never been so turned on in your life, the ache between your thighs transforming into an inferno at the look he gives you, still rocking your hips against the air. He drops to his knees on the mat with you, shoving his hand under the waistband of your training shorts and tracing the folds of your pussy with his thick fingers. “Fuck me, that’s hot,” he mutters. “You got like this just letting me toss you around and suck me off, huh? You want my fingers?” You nod, face flaming, and he brushes the pad of a digit across your clit, your hips jolting. “You want my cock?”
“Please,” you murmur, the sound soft, your head dropping onto his shoulder. “Please, Adam.”
His head turns, lips against your ear as he whispers- “that’s too fucking bad.” And then his hand is yanking out of your shorts and he’s standing, the movement dislodging your head against his shoulder and tipping you sideways onto the mat. From your vantage point on the floor, you see that cocky smirk of his is back in place despite the sweat that drips from his hairline, the flush of his cheeks after a damn good orgasm. “Fucking told you in the beginning that being a mouthy brat doesn’t get rewarded- you have fun taking care of that yourself.” He points finger-guns towards your shorts before bringing the hand he had dipped into your panties to his mouth, and the sputter of indignation you manage doesn’t get much farther than your throat as he sucks your slick from his digits with a mean wink. “Let’s try this again sometime when you learn how to show some respect to your fucking superiors.”
By the time you’ve managed to get yourself back into a somewhat upright position, he’s scooped his mask and robes off the floor and flown out of the training room. The slam of the door echoes in the now empty space, along with your frustrated groan as you fall onto your back.
